#like I’m sorry but please we all know how to use zoom just do that

[hopecomesbacktolife]

my old person trait is that any time I see a livestream / seminar where the only places to join or watch are on twitch or discord I’m like. ok well I Simply am not going to do that

[smoothies-are-cool]

scott street

boyfriend! chris sturniolo x reader

summary: subscribers are convinced chris and his girlfriend broke up so they start making sad edits.

warnings: swearing, kissing, pet names (baby, ma, mama), mentions of y/n.

a/n: randomly got this idea, enjoy and please please read the author’s note at the end !! <3

november 1, 2020

halloween vlog with mom and y/n

“okay so, we have another special guest for todays video. chris’ girlfriend y/n!” nick exclaims as chris’ hand wraps around y/n from behind and rests on her stomach. y/n just smiles and waves at the camera.

february 12, 2021

guess the triplet by zoomed in pictures !!!

“chris wants to see if y/n can get some right so she’s gonna just go for fun.” matt explains as y/n moves to sit in front of the camera. chris stands behind her.

“alright.” nick says, turning his phone around to show a picture of someone’s hair. y/n squints her eyes to try and see the picture.

after a few seconds she giggles. “matt.”

“correct. next one.” nick smiles, swiping to the next picture.

the next picture showed an arm but in the corner of the picture you could see a little bit of a red t-shirt.

she immediately gasps. “chris! that’s chris.”

“how did you get that!” chris asks, his mouth open slightly.

“the red shirt. that was our first date and our first picture.” she tells him, looking up at him from her chair.

“well it’s safe to say y/n can tell us apart.” nick says, grabbing the camera.

june 25, 2021

baking pizza blindfolded with chris

“chris!” y/n giggles as chris starts playing with the flour on the counter.

“what baby?” he asks, laughing as well.

“stop playing with the flour.” she tells him as matt stands on the other side of chris.

march 4, 2024

sturniololvr

liked by 43,929

sturniololvr - i miss them.

12,741 comments

user - the last video she was in was the everyone relax video 😔

march 6, 2024

y/n ❤️:

*attachment one video*

this one has a little kick to it

chris baby 🫶:

y/n/n please stop sending me break up edits of us we’re literally still together.

y/n ❤️:

IM SORRY BABY BUT THEYRE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE

may 17, 2023

“chris can we talk?” y/n asks. chris’ mind immediately starts running millions of miles a minute. he thought she was breaking up with him.

“no!” he quickly exclaims. y/n gasps, realizing what was going through his mind.

“no baby i’m not breaking up with you.” she tells him.

“oh okay then yes we can talk.” he nods, walking closer to her, their chests almost touching.

“is it okay if i’m not really in the videos anymore? i really love being in them with you guys but the fans have gotten to be too much. i’ve tried to ignore them.” she tells him softly. chris’ face softens.

“of course, yeah. i’ll tell nick and matt in the morning.” chris nods softly.

“i’m sor-“ she begins to apologize.

“don’t even think about apologizing. i understand and i know that nick and matt will understand too. c’mere.” he says, pulling her into him.

march 13, 2024

chris makes matt and nick his favorite meal

“chris do you think i could be in today’s video? even for just like a second. i don’t like people thinking that we broke up.” y/n asks softly, just before the triplets were about to film a wednesday video.

“yeah mama, you’re always allowed in a video.” chris nods, a smile on his face.

“y/n come get your plate!” chris smiles at his girlfriend who was sitting in the living room. a happy smile spreads on her face as she walks into the view of the camera to grab the plate out of chris’ hand.

“thank you.” she smiles, quickly pecking his lips before walking back to the living room. she would usually eat at the table but the boys were currently using the table.

a smile stayed on y/n’s face as she scrolled through all the comments the newest video.

user - Y/N BABY

user - i can die happily knowing they’re still together

user - y’all are crazy

user - i missed her 😕😕

user - FAVVVVVV COUPLE THEYRE SO CUTE

a/n: hey guys !! sorry for being so inactive, this year has been so so crazy. for starters, i lost my great grandmother january first, and then i lost my great grandfather on february twenty third. a few months later, my older brother attempted and was put into a hospital, and now my grandfather has cancer that spread to his lungs and brain. on top of everything, i’ve been preparing for my aunt’s wedding (i’m a bridesmaid) and everything has been super stressful. i wanted to post something and let you guys know that i’ll be taking a break to take time for myself and to spend time with my family. i’ll still be lurking around on the app, commenting, reblogging, etc, i just won’t be posting any fics for a little while.

i hope you can all understand and i love you all <3 <3 <3

[inhuman-obey-me]

🕶 with Barbatos please??👀 also yes on MC! (sorry for being specific, you can ignore it if you want but can it be directed at mc i'm not normal about Barb)

"I saw a little thing I didn't like you tried to hide." - Barbatos/MC

content warning: blood, reference to torture/gore

Barbatos has a reputation.

It is one that you remind yourself of at times, when you get lost in his sweet words and even sweeter treats. Those soft smiles, his ever-readiness to serve, his meticulous attention to detail so that things were always perfect for you – he would insist you had him wrapped around your finger, but sometimes you wonder if it truly isn’t the other way around.

After all, while you loved that side of him – one that few had the privilege to witness – you could not help but be intrigued by the part of him that reigned in the shadows. 

The part of him that delighted in the slow torture of a traitor. The part of him that could use a knife to cut up a bleeding-heart artichoke just as deftly as an actual bleeding heart. The part of him that could drive someone mad just by warping the space around him, damning them to experience eternity in a matter of seconds. 

Perhaps you were a bit too intrigued, your morbid curiosity having led you now to wander the dark halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle in search of him. He was supposed to meet you at the foyer earlier, but when the ever-punctual demon was nowhere to be found, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to see if you could catch the consistently composed butler off-guard, unprepared. 

A fool’s quest.

You pass an archway and stop in your tracks, swearing you heard a faint scream from down below. A metallic scent pervades, your stomach churning as you take a step, and then another, and yet another – slowly descending the stairs, unsure of what you’ll find at the bottom. 

It’s dimly lit, torches along the walls flickering with magic flames. Your eyes adjust, and your heart nearly skips a beat as you see Barbatos in the distance. You dive behind a wall, peering around the corner to observe. 

He seems to be talking to someone, though you can’t see who. A cell, you think, as you notice the iron bars gating certain areas. The light catches on an object in his hand, something silver, and you realize he’s cleaning it off with cloth. Your own hands fish out your D.D.D., opening the camera function to zoom in and get a clearer look.

Oh.

He’s splattered with blood, standing in a pool of it. It’s a sight to behold, and you’re unable to tear your gaze away from him. Slowly, your finger goes to the capture button, taking a photo of the scene. You duck back into the passage, checking to see how the shot turned out – and chills run down your spine as Barbatos seems to be looking straight into the lens. 

“Tsk, tsk.” Gloved fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, forcing you to turn around to meet a dark gaze that you knew all too well. “I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide.” 

“B-Barbatos!” His name leaves your lips in a squeak. You don’t know how he got to you so fast, but you do know it’s better not to question it. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t show up earlier and I got curious and wanted to look for you so I ended up down here and then I found you but I didn’t want to disturb you and –” 

He puts a halt to your rapid explanation with a single finger against your lips, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry, my dear. It’s not like me to forget or lose track of the time. I must make this up to you immediately.” He lets go of your wrist, examining you once over before taking a step back. “But first, I need to freshen up. Shall we go upstairs?” 

With a nod, you follow him back up to the brighter hallways of the castle, though he pauses once you’re at the landing. “...And what are you going to do with that photo?”

“Oh.” You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks. “I, uh … just kind of wanted it for myself.”

“Is that so?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, see the way his lips twist into a smirk.  “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I can let your little reconnaissance slide. Next time, however,” he leans in close, breath ghosting your ear. “Just ask.”

[overtake]

9 or 77 for the prompts?

9: a broken cocktail glass

I really have no words to explain what it is that I did here. Just .... prepare for an onslaught of terrible photoshop.

JUNE 1, 2023

Transcript of the important pieces of That Video™️:

[Cutting out all the basic introduction of how an escape room works, but please note that Max is staring the escape room guy down as if he'll disappear if he looks away for a single second.]

DANIEL: You’re allowed as many hints as you’d like, but when you take a photo at the end, we will publicly shame you by writing how many you used on the whiteboard. MAX: Do you come in if we need hints? DANIEL: Normally we tell you over a loudspeaker, but ours is actually broken, so yeah. Just press that button and I’ll come in. MAX: I think we’ll need a lot of hints. LIAM: I think we’re a decently smart group. We can do it without hints.

[Max turned around and kind of glared at Liam??]

MAX: No, I think we’ll need a lot of hints.

[He stared at Daniel VERY intensely. Better men have crumbled beneath that stare. Daniel just laughed and bent over a little and clapped his hands together all giddy? Max met his match fr.]

____

[Literally TWO MINUTES into the escape room, Checo found a key that obviously unlocked a chest. Max took the key from him, claimed the key didn’t fit - the camera zoom shows he didn’t even try btw - and put the key in his pocket.]

MAX: I think we need to call Daniel in for help.

[He hit the button before anyone could disagree.]

DANIEL: What’s the problem? MAX: We can’t open the chest.

[Daniel looked REALLY amused. He pointed at Max’s skinny jeans.]

DANIEL: Did you try the key? MAX: What key?

[He covered the pocket of his pants, but not before the camera clearly showed the outline of a key in those skin-tight jeans he always wears. His beloved skinny jeans …. they betrayed him …]

DANIEL: The key in your pocket. MAX: It didn’t work. DANIEL: It usually works better when you actually put the key in the hole. MAX: Put it in the hole. I’ll try that, thank you.

[Daniel rolled his eyes when he left the room, but NOT in a ‘harangued underpaid employee being sexually harassed at work’ way. He was very clearly trying not to smile.]

____

[It’s five minutes into this escape room. May I remind you that they have a full hour to complete this thing? Max looked at a broken cocktail glass, which is clearly intentionally broken. It’s only in two pieces. It’s glued down. The edges are completely dull. He still hit the button].

YUKI: Oh my god, Max. MAX: That could be dangerous!

[Daniel entered the room and walked straight over to Max.]

DANIEL: Yes, Max? MAX: There’s broken glass. DANIEL: It’s decor and entirely made of plastic. MAX: I had to be sure. Safety first.

[Daniel started to walk back out of the room.]

DANIEL: I’m counting this in your hint count, by the way. YUKI: Fuck you, Max.

[The swear words are obviously all censored, but we can all tell what the word is when they’re swearing at Max, which happens quite a lot in this video. Max just shrugged at him. Unbothered king.]

____

[I cannot make this up - he calls Daniel in one minute later.]

CHECO: There’s numbers circled on this poster. LIAM: There’s five numbers and this lock over here needs five. We just have to figure out the order. YUKI: Max, don’t hit the fucking button.

[Max has already hit the fucking button.]

MAX: What order do these go in?

[Daniel rubbed a hand over his beard while he searched for a way to explain to Max that he can’t just give him the answers.]

DANIEL: Do those numbers maybe relate to something else in the room? For example, those books over there? MAX: I don’t know. We could go look together. LIAM: Sorry, do you two just want the room to yourselves? MAX: Yes.

[Daniel just laughed again. He is absolutely immune to Max’s intense flirtatious weirdness. It’s incredible to watch.]

DANIEL: How about you all take a look and see how you go?

[If you’re wondering, the others do figure it out after eight minutes. You put the books in alphabetical order, and the colour of their cover relates to the colour of the number. This was something actually worthy of a hint, but Yuki physically guarded the button so Max couldn’t hit it].

____

[Twenty minutes in. Max is trying and failing to figure out a riddle.]

MAX: I think this must only make sense if you speak English. This game isn’t designed for us. LIAM: Do you want me to look?

[Liam didn’t even finish his sentence before Max hit the button, by the way.]

DANIEL: Having some riddle trouble? MAX: Your game is biased.

[Max started wagging his finger, and Yuki looked like he was contemplating snapping it off. Checo was staring blankly at the corner and seemed to be wishing he were anywhere else.]

DANIEL: Mate, I’m pretty sure you speak better English than me. YUKI: We don’t want the hint. MAX: We want the hint. DANIEL: How about I whisper a hint to Max, and he only gives it to you guys if the rest of you can’t figure it out?

[Max looks absolutely delighted with this turn of events. Daniel cups his hands around his mouth and whispers it into Max’s ear.]

MAX: Sorry, say that again?

[He got away with that two more times, by the way. I actually can’t believe Red Bull left this footage in. Max looked smug as hell.]

____

[After four minutes of the group trying and failing to figure out the riddle, they finally give up and ask Max for the hint. I don’t know why they wasted their time. Max hit that fucking button.]

MAX: I forgot the hint. Sorry. DANIEL: I mean, you only heard it three times. How could you remember?

____

[When Max hits the button again, 27 minutes in, there are audible sighs from even the cameramen in the room.]

DANIEL: Max, would you just like to sit in the observation room with me give out hints? YUKI: Please! LIAM: Yes, he would.

[There are no words in any language to succinctly or accurately describe the pleased expression on Max’s face. The best comparison I have is a cat rolling in a field of catnip.]

NOTE: There’s no footage of what went down in the room. Red Bull included a little pop-up explaining that the cameraman couldn’t fit in the room with them. I think that room could have been the size of the entire paddock and Max would’ve found an excuse to have just himself and Daniel in there.

[The others ask for a hint at the 48 minute mark. Suddenly, magically, the loudspeaker works. No one has to enter. It’s just Max’s bossy voice telling them what to do, in detail, to solve the room, and Daniel giggling and protesting in the background, saying he can’t tell them that. It sounds like there’s a scuffle for the mic after Max drops approximately six instructions, and then it cuts off.]

____

[During the photo of everyone holding the sign at the end, Daniel tries to write a 9 in the “clues used” section. Max keeps erasing it and writing 0 with his own marker, produced from seemingly nowhere. Eventually, everyone takes a photo without the sign and they let Max and Daniel continue their little play fight in the corner.]

____

[Post-escape interviews. They all seem to be in a van on the way back from this adventure. Max is giddy and giggling.]

MAX: That was a lot of fun. I think it went well. I was very good at giving clues. I think I found my job for after retirement. YUKI: It was good when Max left. LIAM: To be fair, mate, we would have lost if Max didn’t give us all the answers at the end. YUKI: I was figuring it out!

[The camera captures Checo for only a second. He’s staring longingly out the window... probably contemplating jumping out of the moving vehicle.]

TLDR: Max is definitely fucking this escape room guy and if Red Bull never does a repeat of this video, I’m joining Max’s agenda against marketing activities.

AUG 5, 2024

[lunajay33]

Help🍂

Request by @ravenrose18

Summary: Reader tries to have a normal life away from hunting but when her boyfriend becomes abusive and demonic she finds herself needing Deans help, maybe rekindling old love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader

•Masterlist•

“Hey y/n what’re you doing? Why’re you packing?” Dean asked from behind me in the motel room just coming back with Sam from getting lunch

“I have to go” I sighed zipping up my bag

“Go where we can help” Sam stated

“No I have to leave……I can’t do this anymore, the hunting it’s…..it’s draining me I’ve lost my will to do anything” finally turning to them

“Maybe we can just take a break for a while just…don’t go” deans expression broke my heart, we always had an on and off situation going on

“I don’t want to, I love you both it pains me to go I just need some time” I said standing in the open doorway now as Dean approached holding my face in the palms of his hands so tenderly

“Please……” I’ve never seen Dean so vulnerable

“I’ll call all the time I just need to find my hope again”

It’s been 4 months now and trying to get over Dean was so hard, not being on the road with the guys all the time was hard to forget, now I live in a little apartment with what money I still had left over and had a boyfriend, he was nice, charming at first and it reminded me of Dean so I said yes to dating him to try and be normal maybe distract myself

But soon he turned cold, like everything I did was wrong and never good enough, always criticizing me and putting me down, it wasn’t until today that he truly put the fear of god into me

“Y/n where the hell are you!” He screamed through the apartment as I hid in the closet, he came home livid and full of hate

I pulled out my phone dialing deans number praying he’d be working on a case near by, as the phone rang I heard his steps get nearer

“Hey sweetchecks how’s things” Dean answered

“Dean please I need your help, he’s gonna get me” I whispered hearing the waver in my voice as the bedroom door swung open

“Y/n what’s going on where are you” his voice now panicked

“I’m home, my boyfriend he’s gonna kill me”

“I’m on my way” the closet swung open shocking me as I dropped the phone screaming in terror

“Found you, time to have some fun”

Deans POV

Zooming down the highway just a town over from where she lived, my veins pumping with fear and adrenaline, how could this happen, why didn’t she tell me about this before

“We’ll get her Dean” Sam tried consoling me from the passenger seat

“I’ll kill him”

Pulling up to the apartment complex we got our weapons and ran to her place, smashing down the door seeing her in the living room floor bloodied and bruised

“Sam and Dean we’ve been looking for you” I turn seeing the bastard his eyes pitch black, a demon

“What do you want” Sam stated

“Oh we want you, Lilith is just so eager for you both, was having a hard time but when I found this one it was the perfect opportunity”

“I’ll kill you” I groaned approaching him with my knife about to stab before he escaped out this guys mouth like a coward, Sam helped the guy as I went straight to the girl I love

“Y/n! Can you hear me” I pull her up into my lap brushing her hair back

“Dean you came…….it hurts Dean” she weaved before she passed out in my arms

Normal pov

Waking up to a blinding light, adjusting I notice Dean is asleep in the chair right next to my bed his head resting on my hand, as Sam was slouched on the chair across the room

“Dean” he groaned before he shot up frantic to check on me

“Angel oh god how’re you feeling, I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner”

“You saved me Dean, you always do……I missed you a lot” his expression softened as he held my hand

“Missed you too Angel, please come back with us I hate not knowing if you’re safe”

“Okay but only if I get to pick where we eat sometimes, I can’t live off burgers and beer all the time”

“Fine I’ll do whatever you want…..I love you”

“I love you too Dean”

[pommpuriinn]

𝜗℘ ACT: PROMISE US TOUR PART 1

┈─★synopsis- finally Joohyung gets to go back to the US which she has missed dearly.

┈─★A/N- I decided to spilt it to 2 parts since this one is already so long. Please enjoy!

ྀི tocoma

ྀི hair/makeup/nails

ྀི “oh my god, moa!” The arena light up with cheers while Joohyung was about to introduce herself. “Hi I’m Joohyung. Let’s have fun today!” Joohyung smiles brightly at the whole arena

ྀི Joohyung looked way more happier now then how she looked in the Seoul concerts which made moa feel good knowing that their Joohyung is in a better state than she was before

ྀི as Joohyung was going to shoot the confetti gun she saw Yeonjun just shot his straight at a moa, causing him to freak out making Joohyung not even shoot hers because she was laughing so hard at him. She did feel a little bad for the moa and even went to the side and asked if she was ok

ྀི Joohyung’s reaction to Soobin lifting up his shirt during ‘the killa’ made many laugh because she raised her eyebrow at his bold actions

ྀི during ‘growing pain’ Joohyung hit the drums so hard that some pieces went flying to moas on the side of the main stage. She did apologize during their ment and even asked if they were ok. “I accidentally went too hard on the drums,” she laughed. “And I saw some pieces go to moas over there. Are you guys ok?” Joohyung makes the ‘ok’ gesture at them. “Yeah? Ok, that’s good I was worrying the whole time. I’m sorry again.”

ྀི it was encore time so during ‘moa dairy’ Joohyung was pointing at the sections all the way to the top and making them do the ‘dubaddu wari wari’ dance

ྀི send off

ྀི “is it ok if we call you Honey? Since it’s your english name.” A moa asked while Joohyung was signing her pc. “Of course you can. I actually been liking being call Honey instead of Joohyung.” Joohyung smiled at the moa

ྀི Joohyung was making sure to sign and interact with everyone that was also in the back. “Is it ok if I stretch over you a bit?” Joohyung asked the moas in barricade. “It’s ok!” They immediately tried to move to the side so Joohyung can get to the moas in the back

ྀི “can we take a photo?” A moa with an iPhone asked. Joohyung took a quick glance at the staff before saying ‘yes’ even though she wasn’t suppose to. She wasn’t following the rules because she honestly didn’t care for them, “yah I’ll hold the phone if you want.”

ྀི “before I go I have two guest with me!” Joohyung finally wanted to show moas her two babies. Joohyung quickly ran to the door and carefully got her babies, “everyone has to be quiet, ok.” Moas listened and Joohyung walked back out with both Bibi and Poki. Gently gasped came out of moas who finally got to see the two famous cats

ྀི oakland

ྀི hair/makeup

ྀི as it was windy during the concert the members were getting attacked by the streamers while performing ‘magic’, and after the song was done Joohyung, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu took the opportunity to walk like if they were in a runway with the streamers wrapped around them

ྀི “noona should do a cute pose because of her hair.” Taehyun suggested, making the members agree knowing that Joohyung hates aegyo. “Noo~” she dragged out the word. “Joohyung, Joohyung, Joohyung!” Yeonjun made the whole stadium chant Joohyung’s name. “I’ll try it. Only for moa.” Joohyung sighed in defeat. “I’ll do a wink.” Everyone zoned into Joohyung waiting. The members counted down and Joohyung did a cute sound effect and winked making everyone go crazy while she threw herself to the ground cringing at herself

ྀི again another viral Joohyung ‘dreamer’ face zoom cam was circulating around social media, moas just couldn’t get enough of visuals this woman carries

ྀི “I love hearing how much you guys cheer when Joohyung lays down the camera zooms in while she sings.” Kai pointed out. “Moa’s faces just light up and it’s so cute and funny seeing it.” Soobin chuckled

ྀི ‘dear sputnik’ is a must for concerts and Joohyung was so happy they got to perform it as an encore song, and everyone could let because she was just smiling well singing. “Everyone fucking jump!” Joohyung yelled into her mic, causing the crowd to go even more crazier

ྀི send off

ྀི “is that 3DS?” Joohyung grabbed the Nintendo from the moa. “Yes, could you take a picture with it please?” The moa asked. “Of course~” Joohyung did a cute cat like pose

ྀི “I made your little cat character.” A moa got Joohyung’s cat character that she drew for moa during a live. Joohyung gasped, “really? You made jamjam?!” The moa handed little jamjam over to Joohyung. “It’s jamjam! She even has my mole.” Joohyung pointed at her mole that’s on her left side of her chin. “I was also wondering if you could sign my jamjam?” The moa brought out her own little jamjam. “Yes, I can. Do want to take a photo with both of our jamjams?” Joohyung asked, while signing the moa’s. “Oh my god, yes please.”

ྀི “can I have a hug Joohyung?” Joohyung immediately went to hug the moa. “Yes you can.” She chuckled, and as she was hugging the moa Joohyung signed the pcs other moas were giving her that were behind the moa that was hugging her

ྀི “Joohyung when are we getting a new album from you?” Joohyung pretended as she was thinking. “I don’t know.” She had a smirk on her face, as she shrugged

ྀི la day 1

ྀི hair/ makeup

ྀི Joohyung always loves the ‘sugar rush ride’ and ‘farewell, neverland’ little segment because of the korean traditional version with the fans, and ‘farewell neverland’ is one of her favorite b sides which she did fight people to get it on the set list again

ྀི unfortunately during ‘chasing that feeling’ Joohyung mic stopped working, so she literally snatched the member’s mic that was closeness to her. Poor Soobin was the victim, but she did give it back whenever her lines were done. Thankfully a staff mic quickly gave Joohyung a new mic so she wouldn’t have to go around stealing the other members’ mics

ྀི Joohyung instantly noticed Beomgyu was having a nose bleed and quickly grabbed a towel for him before going back to performing. She also kept on calling Beomgyu handsome even with a little tissue up his nose which he was embarrassed about. “What? No, you’re still handsome gyu~” she hugged him immediately making him feel better

ྀི “are those Yeonjun’s fanboys over there?” Joohyung pointed at the three guys going crazy for Yeonjun. They went even crazier when Joohyung pointed at them, “I think they’re yours.” Yeonjun laughed

ྀི “congratulations to the class of 2024!” Joohyung yelled, while holding up the boutique of flowers they brought for the moas graduating this year

ྀི while performing ‘the killa’ moas were going crazy for the certain move Joohyung did that showed off her sharp features along with a teasing smile, making moa questioned ‘what are we?’ after the performance

ྀི big screen Joohyung goes crazy ex: 1, 2, 3

ྀི Joohyung’s sharp cat like eyes during ‘puma’ with her makeup and snake bite piercings just made Joohyung THE rockstar girlfriend for sure

ྀི ‘deep down’ is such a fun song to dance to and everyone could tell Joohyung was having the time of her life dancing with the goofy little smile on her lips, and hearing everyone go ‘ay, ay, ay!’ during the dance breaks

ྀི performing ‘I’ll see you there tomorrow’ just makes Joohyung so happy and she’s just enjoying the stage and everyone could tell including the members which makes them happy seeing Joohyung enjoy herself

ྀི ‘magic island’ moas saw a wholesome moment between Joohyung and Beomgyu because they were holding hands and Beomgyu was caressing Joohyung’s hand with his thumb. Even the camera man zoomed in on the moment making moas ‘awe’

ྀི “I missed LA so much!” Joohyung smiled at the all cheers that filled the arena. “LA really is our second home and I missed it a lot. I remembered when they sent us here to train and I was so happy eating all the different food LA has and seeing all of our different teachers.” Joohyung really loved all the diversity LA brought and she was actually happy while training because the teachers were so encouraging and helped them a lot

ྀི send off

ྀི talented moas would either crochet little Jooie dolls, paint/draw Jooie, make bracelets for Jooie, and even make outfits for Bibi and Poki. “Oh my god! You are so talented! Can I have it?” Even though Joohyung isn’t supposed to accept gifts she couldn’t help herself

ྀི Joohyung would let moas poke her mole and pose for photos with them poking her mole if moas asked before touching of course

ྀི “Joohyung can we take a couple photo like me with my girlfriend and you with Beomgyu please?” Joohyung saw that it was a lesbian couple. “Yes, but I’ll wait until his comes.” So Joohyung ended up being with the moas of that section longer than she should have, but she wanted to fulfill the moa’s wish. “Beomie moa wants to take a couple photo with us.” Joohyung waited until Beomgyu was done with the moa next to her. Beomgyu ended up being the person to take the photo for the group

ྀི the duo ended up taking lots of couple photos that night and if Beomgyu was signing pcs and saw that moa had a Joohyung pc he would give it to Joohyung so she can sign it too

ྀི la day 2

ྀི hair/makeup

ྀི after Joohyung did her kick in ‘deja vu’ and did the hand move over her eyes and she yelled, “LA!” The arena erupted in cheers getting all the members hyped

ྀི Joohyung was so into the music during ‘new rules’ that’s she almost missed her lines until Yeonjun lightly nudged her, causing her to get startled but still delivered her lines perfectly. “Sorry~” she giggled at Yeonjun who was looking her with heart eyes because of her cuteness

ྀི during ‘back for more’ Joohyung was singing all the ad libs making moas go crazy with her crazy vocals while dancing 100% along with the her cheeky smiles at the camera making everyone just fall even more in love with her charm

ྀི Soobin ended up pushing Joohyung a little too hard while performing ‘gbgb’ as they were acting like they were about to fight, causing Soobin to have a shocked and apologetic face. “It’s ok, it’s ok.” Joohyung mouthed to Soobin

ྀི once the screen showed Joohyung, she was surprised with all the really loud cheers that lasted for a good minute, causing her to get shy with all the love and support coming her way. “Moa I don’t want the night to end.” She did ‘TT’ under her eyes pretending to cry. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to speak in Korean to express my feelings ok?” Joohyung smiled hearing moas say ‘ok’ back. “Mm… I’m so grateful that moa have stayed with txt for so long and I hope moa will stay by our side forever! LA has a special place in my heart and I hope when we come back we perform in an even bigger venue, so all moas can come and see us perform. Please keep supporting txt and I love you~” Joohyung blew many kisses to moa

ྀི Joohyung was so excited singing ‘do it like that’ for the encore song because it’s a bright refreshing song. Joohyung just had the biggest smile while dancing to the song, she even moas on floor in the back dancing with her. Making her point at them which they started jumping around waving at her before continuing dancing with Joohyung

ྀི send off

ྀི “can you say hi to my friend Honey?” Moa asked. “Of course~” the moa handed Joohyung her phone since she was on facetime with her friend. “Moa hi~ let’s meet in person next time, promise?” Joohyung showed her pinky finger. “Yes! Yes! I promise!” The moa was freaking out through the screen making Joohyung laugh. “Ok next time I better see you and moa together.”

ྀི as Joohyung was with a fanboy moas noticed that Soobin was multitasking big time because he was interacting with moas while making sure the fanboy wasn’t doing anything that would make Joohyung uncomfortable

ྀི Joohyung would make moas gay panic a lot because Joohyung would let them lightly pinch her cheeks, posing with cheeks touching, and holding hands. Another thing Joohyung would do is guide moas’ hand to her face making them instantly panic

ྀི “latinas love Jooie!’ a moa’s poster said Joohyung pointed at the sign, “I love latinas too.” Joohyung immediately signed the poster causing the moa freak out

ྀི houston

ྀི hair/makeup

ྀི houston soundcheck Joohyung went viral because of her whole style from her glasses with hoop earrings, and her whole fit. Everyone was claiming Joohyung as their girlfriend that day

ྀི since it was really hot in houston Joohyung took her jacket off during ‘loser lover’ her arms were shining because of the sweat on her body and seeing her tone arms made the girls bark

ྀི Joohyung’s body was slowly shutting down again with performing so much and flying from place to place, and she was finally starting to feel it again. Adding heat to the mix wasn’t helping either so during ‘tchftg’ Joohyung wasn’t running around or jumping as much. So during the ment Joohyung was crouch down sipping on her water trying to caught her breath, even the members try to hide their worried expressions

ྀི thankfully their staff immediately went to help Joohyung cool off while she was getting ready for ‘the killa’ both Soobin and Yeonjun stayed close to her side, as the staff fanning her and carefully cooling her down since they didn’t want her to go into shock with the cold rag touching her body

ྀི while all the members were giving sexy expressions at the end of ‘tinnitus’ Joohyung gave her iconic cute cat ears with her sticking her tongue out a little pose, making moas scream

ྀི even during ‘puma’ Joohyung took off her leather jacket because again she felt her body was overheating, but she accidentally threw it too out and the moas at barricade got a hold of it which staff quickly snatched it back

ྀི as Joohyung and Yeonjun were so their high note for ‘growing pain’ she instantly got lightheaded after causing her to not head bang to the fullest, as if she did Joohyung would probably fall over with how dizzy she was already feeling

ྀི during ‘dreamer’ moas saw how Joohyung was looking sad and could see that she was having a hard time throughout the concert, so they were mouthing ‘you’re doing so well’, ‘we’re proud of you honey’, and ‘you’re our precious Jooie’. Joohyung warmly smiled at them and placed her hand over her heart mouthing back ‘thank you’

ྀི “I think you know what time is it right?” Joohyung waved her cowboy hat in a teasingly way before the music for ‘blue hour’ started, earning screams. The second the dance break part started Joohyung couldn’t hear the music in her ear-in no more with how loud moas were cheering making her laugh

ྀི send off

ྀི to everyone’s surprise Joohyung brought out Poki to the send off. She wanted to bring both, but Bibi was sleeping and Joohyung didn’t have the heart to wake her up

ྀི moaville on twitter was going crazy with how lucky houston moas are because of getting the moa zone, blue hour, and now meeting and taking photos with Joohyung and Poki. Poki was even trying on the gifts moas got her, “ya! You guys are spoiling her even more~” Joohyung whined, making moas laugh

ྀི “Honey can you sing a bit of ‘spicy’ please?” Joohyung smiled, “you are my A to the Z but you won’t eorimeopji majhyeobwa sweet ttoneun freak what's hiding underneath I see!” She even made Poki dance while she was singing

ྀི there was a really cute moment were a moa let Joohyung wear her cinnamonroll headband to take a photo with her, and as Joohyung was moving along she completely forgot to give the headband back. She didn’t notice until she was about to leave the send off, “oh shit!” Joohyung ran back to the moa and handed back the headband, “I’m sorry. I forgot to give bring your headband.” The moa was laughing and saying that ‘it was ok!’

[fox-bee926]

3 times you and Anthony Lockwood caught each other sleeping, and the 1 time both of you said “screw it.” 

Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

PART 4 (Finale)

 Hi y’all! So, I finally finished the last chapter of “Screw it,” as I am now shortening it to. I’m not sure if I’m going to change the title officially or just the title in the masterlist, but that can be figured out at a proper time of day. I wanted to get this out to you guys as soon as I saw it fit to post. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged the parts of this fic. You have no idea how much it all means to me, so thank you <3

Without further ado, I present to you: the fluff.

(Also, please cut me some slack on the House scene. Im not the best at writing fight scenes but im going to try and improve. :) )

TW: murder, abuse, momentary talk of abortion, more cursing than in previous parts, lack of communication, significant fluff.

Word Count: 3.5 K Taglist: @galactidiot

part one part two part three part four

“Guys, guys, guys, I figured it out!” The downstairs members of Lockwood and Co. were not sure you would survive going down the stairs at the speed you went. You half ran into the table, out of breath from zooming two flights of stairs.

Lucy held out her hands to steady you as you caught your breath. “Whatever you’ve figured out can’t be more important than not breaking your neck on the stairs, yeah?” You both gave out a laugh at that. George and Lockwood looked at you two from their places at the sink.

“Sorry about that, but this couldn’t wait,” Lockwood silently set down a cup of tea in front of you. “Abigail’s mother was pregnant when she killed her husband. That’s the reason she made the decision to kill him. She had her youngest child almost exactly 8 months after his death. Her doctor ordered a pregnancy test days before she killed her husband.” You sipped your tea and sent a look of thanks to Lockwood. He only turned and returned to George’s side.

George’s face scrunched together as he thought. “Even if you’re right, how does that help us figure out what the source is?” Your smile went wide as you held up a finger then ran off to the living room. 

“This,” you came back and set down her financial records on the table. “She made a significantly larger purchase than usual only days before the murder. I think they were baby things. Like diapers, toys, a crib, the whole lot.” Everyone, even Lockwood, looked at you skeptically. But then, George grinned.

“You think the source is something she bought for the baby.”

“It would make sense! If she killed her husband to get a better life for her future family, what better place to decide than looking at something that represents that future?” You looked down when they still looked at you like you were crazy. “I know it’s a long shot, but what else do we have?”

Lockwood pressed off from the counter and crossed his arms. “We can do a full sweep of the house again, check everything with a new perspective. Lucy, you said you couldn’t hear much, maybe it’s because we weren’t listening for the right sounds.” He patted George on the back, and grinned at Lucy. “We can go tonight. Better to get this over and done with, and move on.”

His demeanor seemed cold in some ways, despite the warmth he displayed for George and Lucy. Your intuition told you that something was bothering him, and you had a suspicion what it was. As he left the kitchen, you tried to catch him. Your hand brushed his forearm but he only maneuvered farther out of your reach. The feelings that were expressed last night had had quite the effect on both of you, apparently one more than the other.

____

“Alright everyone, stay sharp. We don’t want a repeat of last time.” Lockwood opened the doors of the house and you all went straight inside. It was decided that you and Lockwood would take one half of the house, Lucy and George the other. Thanks to Flo Bones, both teams finally had radios. Although you weren’t sure how much help they would be.

They had found out the husband had held a lot of pent up rage when Lockwood and Lucy had initially investigated the house. Lockwood became temporarily ghost-locked, and Lucy ended up getting literally thrown out of the house when she saved him. It was not an experience anyone wanted to repeat to say the least.

You always hated the sounds of a haunted house. Sometimes you were thankful for the sound of all the salt bombs and magnesium flares in your duffel bag. Though you weren’t so thankful when the ghosts found you ten times faster because of it. 

You and Lockwood wandered the halls of the house, checking each room. Your rapier was uncomfortably strapped onto your right side, with your tool bag hanging from your arm. While you couldn’t wield your rapier as well as you used to, you compensated for having a Listening talent that was on par with Lockwood's’ Sight.

Your footsteps echoed softly throughout the house. “Are we going to talk about this morning? Or last night?” Your voice was only just above a whisper when you turned to Lockwood. The only sounds you two could hear were the doors creaking open and the wind rushing through some of the open windows. You hated it. It was like the ghost was trying to bide its time. You thought of no better time than the present to have some mind altering conversations.

Lockwood returned to the hallway as you continued your path through the house. “No. We are not. Last night shouldn’t have happened. I was an utter fool, and-”

“Stop.”

“No, it has to be said, I shouldn’t have made things complicated-”

“Are you going to break my heart or actually fucking listen to me and stop talking?” Lockwood tensed up at that. He hadn’t seen it as breaking your heart, merely saving himself the heartache of rejection. But he reconsidered his decision when he saw the anger on your face, and the tears welling up in your eyes. 

You turned back around to face the next three doors in the hallway. Energy pulsed around you and suddenly there was no more creaking or rushing, there was just nothing.

“Someone’s crying. It’s coming from the room at the end of the hall.” You and Lockwood move slowly towards the door. Both of you were getting increasingly worried that there was no activity from the ghost, nor radio chatter from Lucy and George.

You entered the room. There was no furniture in the room, but it had an air of warmth. An air of comfort. The only sound Lockwood could hear was the movement of the curtains. But you heard differently.

“It’s Abigail. She’s crying. She’s just ran out of the room. Her mom yelled at her, but she didn’t mean it. This was going to be the nursery. All the baby items are in here. She feels overjoyed, but scared when she looks at them.” You walk slowly into the room as Lockwood listens and keeps watch. 

He knew how Listeners could get when a haunting was this powerful. Despite all the words he said to you, he is worried. You had invested yourself so deep in this case. Lockwood was worried that you wouldn’t like what you heard in this room. Be careful, darling. I don’t think my heart could take it.

You spoke softly, but the distance in your voice told him you were not fully present. “Now she’s crying. For a moment she considers ending it. She heard of home remedies for this particular ailment from her neighbor. But the rattle. The rattle was rolling towards her. The rational part of her mind said it was the wind, but it could be more. It was her child calling to her.” You sink down in the middle of the room, facing said window. You could feel the warmth of the sun on her face, despite it being the dead of night for you. “She knew what she had to do. She wouldn’t let another one of her children witness their fathers violence.”

As Lockwood sees you kneel on the floor, he starts to see the faint start of a death glow. “Darling, we have to hurry. We know what the source is now, we just need to know where to find it. I know you can do this, but hurry.” He had never had much worry for his own life in these situations, but for you he was terrified.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Shade of a small child crawl towards you. You made no movement, so he dove to swipe at it with his rapier. As soon as he moved from the doorframe, the door slammed shut. This was the ghost’s plan all along. 

He tries to go for the radio attached to his belt, but the ghost starts to fly towards you. Lockwood slashes at it but you look none the wiser. You both had been so absorbed in the situation that you had dropped the toolkit outside of the room. He realized all the two of you had were the bombs on your belt and your rapiers.

“Okay, come on now, snap out of it!” Lockwood threw a bomb at the ghost and the sound had you take in a gasp, coming back to the present. As soon as you processed the situation, you stood up and drew your rapier. 

“Perfect timing! Where’s the source?” Lockwood yelled as he heard banging on the opposite side of the nursery door from Lucy and George. This ghost was powerful, and he doubted they could get in without having secured the source first. 

“Draw it away from the closet, it’s under the floorboards so it might take some time.” 

“Do it, I’ll handle the ghost.”

You gave a quick nod and went to work. You pried the door to the closet open and started pulling on the floorboards. The ghost immediately noticed and lunged for you once again. You turned away from your efforts and drew your rapier, but you were too slow. The ghost pushed you back against the wall with its force. Fortunately, the impact had done a number on the floorboards and revealed the source. You just had to reach it. 

But you were still trying to bring the air back to your lungs. 

All you could see was the ghost hovering above you. As you tried to cough, you realized the ghost wasn’t just hovering over you. It had ghost-locked you. You could see Lockwood out of the cover of your eye trying to open the door to let Lucy and George through. Until he turned around and saw the ghost above you. He knew your fear stricken face would be etched into his mind, his nightmares, forever. He did the one thing he knew best to do. 

“Hey!” He threw a salt bomb at the ghost and waved his rapier mockingly. “No wonder your wife killed you if you’re hovering over other girls, eh?”

In hindsight, this was probably not one of his best plans, seeing as though taunting an angry Type Two was the only step of the plan he had thought out.

In a blink, everything happened so fast. The ghost screamed in a rage and went towards Lockwood. It took all your will not to run for him and defend him from the ghost, but you knew you had a more important job. You reached into your pocket to grab a small silver netting you had bought just for times like these. Before you could cover the rattle, there were two loud crashes. The first was Lucy kicking in the door. The second was Lockwood being thrown out the window. 

As soon as you dropped the netting on the rattle, the room became silent.

“We missed all the fun, didn’t we?” Lucy laughs, mostly out of surprise that you two were alive. But you were more focused on the groaning that came from outside. George advanced towards the secured source as you quickly got up and ran to Lockwood.

You reached out for his arm. His jacket and shirt were ruined, large cuts made by the glass were slowly oozing blood. Lockwood let out a quick “ow” when you squeezed his wrists far too hard. He realized you had the same look on your face as when you thought you were going to die.

He reached up and lifted your face from his arm. “Look, I’m fine. Just a couple of scratches.” Once you had processed his words fully, that fearful face was replaced by one of very harsh anger.

“I got the source properly contained. We should all get one of those pocket nets, that was quite handy.” George smiled, but Lucy grimaced when you stomped out of the room. Lockwood sighed and decided to just go around the house as he was already outside. 

“Those two don’t get it, do they?”

“Oh, I think they will soon.” Lucy walked over to George and placed the source in his bag. On the ground was a small piece of paper, aged by the water and mold that seeped into the old floorboards.

“To whom it may concern: I’m not sorry.”

___

Everyone sighed as they entered Portland Row. It was the only place they ever felt truly safe, at least from ghosts. Feelings on the other hand, no one was safe from. You put away the rapier at the door, and promptly went upstairs to your room. You hadn’t said a word to anyone on the cab ride back. Lucy sent a pointed look to Lockwood.

“You. Go talk to her.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, why should I talk to her?”

Lucy points an accusatory finger at his face. “I can see all over your face that even you don’t believe what you said was true. Now, off you go or you don’t get any of the biscuits George bought from the store.” She sends him a devious smile as she turns and walks to the kitchen.

Lockwood paced the hallway, considering his options.

Upstairs, you have never wanted to punch him more than you do right now.

___

You reach your hand under your bed and pull out your first aid kit. “Reckless, idiotic, suicidal...” You pause in your mumbling to open the kit and make sure everything has been newly stocked. “...irrefutably obnoxious, fucking insane-”

“I probably deserve all that.”

You gasped. Anthony leaned on the door frame, pointedly on the uninjured shoulder. “Lockwood! What are you doing here?” After you processed the initial surprise, it was almost as if you had to remember you were mad at him. “Shouldn’t you be out and about, being a martyr for every hopeless girl on the street?” Venom laced your voice, but he knew it was well deserved. “Plus, you said you had ‘made things complicated,’ so I’m making them uncomplicated.”

“Darling, I’m sorry.”

“No, no! You do not get to come in here with your smile, and your cut up arm, and your beautiful, pleading eyes, and tell me you’re sorry. Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you get thrown out of a window for the umpteenth time? Do you know how hard it is to sit there and watch you risk your life for mine?” The tears spilled over onto your cheeks. You let out a sob and bring your hand to cover your mouth, but quickly recover. 

Anthony had half a mind to wipe them from your face and stare into your eyes for the rest of his life. But he thinks that would be a bit too much to say right now.

You grab a tissue from your desk and wipe your eyes. You pointed to the bed vehemently. “Now, Anthony John Lockwood, you are going to sit right here and shut the hell up while I fix your arm, is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Your jaw clenches at how effortlessly charming he seemed, even when both of you look like you’re about to start sobbing.

“Good.” You work in silence as he settles on the bed, arranging the tools in the first aid kit so they’re easily accessible. “Take off your shirt. And if you have any mind about making a joke, be aware I have multiple things I can stab you with directly in arm's reach.”

His eyes move to yours as you both try to stifle a laugh. No matter what state either of you are in, you can appreciate a good dirty joke. You put on the latex gloves as Anthony unbuttons his shirt. He winces as he takes his cut arm out of the sleeve. “Be careful.” You mumble as you put ointment on the gauze in advance. 

The rest of the process is done in silence, other than a few sounds of discomfort from Anthony. As you finished taping the gauze down on his arm, he slowly reached up to hold your hand. It wasn’t like when he was dragging you on the streets of Portland Row to Arifs, or pulling you from danger. This was a boy, trying desperately to find words that neither of you knew how to say.

“When I called you my world, Anthony, I meant it. I would be nothing without you-”

“That’s never true, darling-”

“Would you let me finish for once? I amend, then: My heart would feel nothing without you. I was a girl trying to escape her home town for something new, and there you came. I didn’t know I could even feel these things before you,” You grasped his hand, gently rubbing your thumb against the back of his salt covered hand. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time you didn’t bother to wipe them. “I love you, Anthony Lockwood. No matter how much you push me away, no matter how many times you get thrown through a window for me, I love you. Before you leave this room, I need to know if you love me too.” You squeezed his hand, and then went to pack up the first aid kit. It was as if you hadn’t confessed your love to your employer, but more importantly, your friend.

It was silent as you walked over to your desk. You looked back, and Anthony just sat there. There was no megawatt smile, no fidgeting of the hands. Just you and Anthony, plain as could be. 

It was too much.

In an instant, you left the room. You heard the echoes of Anthony calling for you down the stairs, but you had to get out from the grasp of the stifling air in your room. You had taken the silence to be a refusal, but Anthony meant for it to be a scapegoat. He was waiting, almost begging for you to say it was all a joke. A prank to get back at him for being so careless. He couldn’t let himself imagine what you said to be true.

You went to the only room in the house that you could think was safe, the library. You closed the door softly as to not wake Lucy and George with your modest screams of frustration. You had bared your heart to him and he looked at you like you were a wall of drying paint. 

“Darling please, talk to me.” Anthony opened and closed the door behind him. You paced the short width of the library, not looking at him. 

He looked down in shame. His shirt was already buttoned back up, thank god, but it was haphazardly tucked. He fidgeted with the ring on his hand, not sure what to say. Not sure how to convey years of pining, yearning, love, into something so insignificant as words.

He whispered, cruelly, “How could you ever allow yourself to fall in love with someone like me?”

You turn your face towards him. Anthony thought it funny that it looked as if you had glitter on your face from the way the light hit your tears. He ought to compare it to the stars in the sky, but maybe at a later date.

You turn your entire body towards him. He wasn’t wearing his grand facade of confidence or wit. He looked like a man who would get on his knees to beg your forgiveness. You have never wanted to see him like this, nor want to again. 

“How could I not, Anthony?”

He crossed the room in a mere four steps. “Screw it,” and he kissed you.

His hands made their way to your waist, pulling you against him. He put every single ounce of love he had since the moment he met you into that kiss. Your fingers reached into his hair, pleading for him not to let go. 

Regrettably, you pulled away to catch your breath. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You laugh as Anthony smiles that lovely smile.

“No, not in the slightest.” He said softly as he cupped your cheek. Your laugh sounded throughout the room, and Anthony started laughing too. The hilarity of it all didn’t escape them, of course. Two teenagers, having grown up in a world where they were faced with death every day, were most stressed by how to confess their love to each other. 

There would be ghosts, nasty Type Two’s. There would be murderous people who were hell bent on destroying Lockwood and Co.. But for now, Anthony was content to think that the only sounds that existed were you two laughing. The only sight was your eyes crinkling with joy, and tears that were finally not of distress.

That night, you both learned that your love couldn’t easily be put into words, and that was okay.

[ryuichirou]

How do you draw Idia’s hair so good?? I struggle with the basic shapes so much!

Sorry for the late reply! Your ask got us excited because Idia’s hair is such a pain to draw, but also such a fun detail, and I’m very happy that you like the way I draw it <3

Katsu suggested to me to record a speedpaint, and uhh, here it is. Please, don’t mind the wonky anatomy and me horsing around with zooming in and out randomly. As you can see, I struggle with Idia’s hair myself and constantly redraw it until I’m satisfied or at least tired enough to say “eh, that’ll do”. In case you’re wondering, it took me ~25-30 minutes to do the hair, and the original video was 59 min long lol I always spend a lot of time moving, reshaping and redrawing details when I draw Idia…

I’ll also list some tips and thoughts about it based on the way I draw it…

The shape of Idia’s hair is not at all consistent. Even in Toboso’s art it looks slightly different sometimes, which makes sense, because Idia has magical fire hair and technically you could do whatever you want with it.

But some rules tend to apply each time. For example, even though Idia’s hair is long and seems naturally “heavy” because of it, the individual strands tend to be turned upwards, like fire would. Not every single one, but the shorter ones and the ones closer to Idia’s head tend to do so. 

It’s wavy, but not too wavy. If the hair starts looking too “soft”, add sharp edges, random strands sticking out, rough shapes, etc.

Oh, and it’s important to remember that it floats. This means, it doesn’t just go straight down, it does this weird “S” shape. It’s also hella long, I always forget just how long Idia’s hair is. If the magic fire logic didn’t apply to it, it would reach the ground easily. The volume of his hair is much bigger than I tend to remember too: it's quite thick and luscious lol So please give him lots of hair!

Tiny little flames + “holes” in the main ehh body of hair (wow there must be a way to phrase it better) make everything look good and more believable. Have fun with it. You might’ve noticed, I draw and redraw and move them around a lot in my speedpaint.

Obviously, I am no expert, and every artist I know draws Idia’s hair a little bit differently. The speedpaint doesn’t show it, but I always have some of Toboso’s artworks of Idia open when I draw him, just to make sure his design is not too off. I would definitely recommend looking at refs while drawing Idia (or anyone), and maybe even trying to redraw the hair from Toboso’s artworks once or twice as a study, it’ll probably make it easier to understand how Idia’s hair works.

You haven’t asked about the colouring, but I love colouring Idia’s hair, so I’ll talk about it a little. Colouring Idia’s hair is simultaneously the most fun and the most tedious part of drawing him lol 15 minutes of my hour long video is just me filling Idia’s hair with the base blue colour with a lasso (I refuse to use a bucket tool…)

But once you’re done with the base, this is where the fun begins. Because at this stage you can be pretty rough, just add in darker and deeper blues near the middle/core(?) of the hair mass. It doesn’t have to be very even or pretty, add some smaller dark spots; we personally really love it when Idia has this round little blob on his bangs. In the video you can see that I added it later on because I forgot about it lol

After the dark part is done, erase the ends of it a little bit with a soft brush. Not too much, we should still be able to see the shapes.

Then, on a separate layer set on overlay mode, with the same soft brush add some additional brighter spots, to make the hair look glowy. I used the same light blue as the base colour, and the overlay gives it a pretty hue.

And finally, add some white highlights at the ends of the strands. This is the stage when everything stops looking wrong and weird and starts looking like Idia, at least to me.

Phew, I think this is everything I wanted to say… I hope it was at least somewhat helpful.

Sorry for the long post, I just love talking about the drawing process. And about Idia too!

Once again, thank you for your kind words; I’m very happy that you like my art.

Have a good day!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hi Atlas :0 i have new request but for BAU team with teen!werewolf!reader?

Hotch & Rossi are the only ones to know about reader being a werewolf when he is put on the team bc government wanted to keep him under the eye and recruited him in the end, his records are sealed so Penny doesn't snoop around the important stuff lol. And Rossi being his handler and the main person to see after the boy, to do a report to Hotch about his performance etc. And the reader mostly being there for scent search ( like the reader has a sharp nose for scents and us able to distinguish them with ease even if old and somewhat able to even if masked under fresher scents or added scents) but he's in general a lot faster with more stamina and energy to burn unlike humans .

So the team gets to know the reader's so called secret by seeing him action just zooming past them to catch up with a escaping Unsub in a mountain-like scenery and they're having a hard time catching up to them bc Rossi gave him the go ahead bc the Unsub would otherwise be able to escape in-between the trees and rocks.

Just imagine reader being big enough in his werewolf form(doesn't matter if 4- or 2-legged form to me (as in folklore or twilight type lol) ) that he can just plop all his weight down on the Unsub and pin them to the ground. Possibly disarm them by grabbing the thing in their hands or biting their arms/wrists.

How would the team react? Would they have had some suspicions on the topic?

Sorry the request's a bit long again lmao. Please if the request is too much, your requests are closed or you just don't feel like it, don't feel pressured to do it! Stay hydrated, have a nice day and keep your head up! uwu

Okay, so I wasn't going to write this originally because I wasn't sure how to, but then I started thinking about it and ideas kind of just came to me aha. I hope you like it, I'm posting it now because I just finished writing it and I'm giggling and I just wanted to post it because I think it's funny, but not like a funny funny like a stupid funny if that makes sense?

Warnings: Bullet wound, blood, make shift first aid

Word count: 1385

“A handler?” You asked in disbelief, you scoff, shaking your head at the director with a laugh, “I don’t fucking think so, I’m not a dog-”

“We need someone to monitor you who’s on the team.” He said, pausing before continuing, “Like a mentor,”

“Then call it a mentor. Not a fucking handler,”

“Could you give us a minute?” Rossi asked, speaking for the first time. Hotch, Strauss, and the Director look at each other for a minute before leaving the room. 

“The prick may as well ask me to roll over,” You muttered bitterly, wiping the frustrated tear that had made its way down your cheek.

“Look, kid, all I’m going to be doing is making sure you’re settling in okay,” Rossi said with a shrug, “I don’t care about what else they’re saying. I’m only concerned about if you’re okay.”

That’s how you were introduced to one: the fact that you would be working with the BAU, and two: that you’d have a ‘handler’ constantly monitoring you. 

When you met the team, an hour or so later, they noticed that you seemed to be full of energy and, despite only having met Rossi an hour ago, seemed to be pretty loyal to him already. Over the next coming months, your secret (as promised) was kept between you, Rossi, and Hotch. All the team knew was that you ‘had good tracking skills’ and that’s why you were recruited. You knew the truth was going to come out eventually, but you didn’t think you would ever be prepared. 

There wasn’t much difference with this case then the others, an unsub who was a horrible person, lashed out at people, the usual. He even had a lair surrounded by woods. When you found him and the team confronted him, he ran (also not unusual) and he was fast (unusual), really fast (definitely unusual). 

You stare at Rossi until he nods, giving you approval. You pelt your legs fast after the unsub, even if you did lose him, you’d be able to find him quickly. He stunk of the familiar scent of blood, mixed with cigarettes, and Jack Daniels. You let yourself shift as you run, the familiar feeling of your bones resetting subtly as you did so - more energy and strength seeping through your body as you changed, clothes tearing as your body transformed. Soon enough, you’re ready to drop down on all fours, a growl crawling up your throat you do. It doesn’t take you long to catch up with him, maybe thirty seconds. When you do, you tackle him to the ground, keeping him pinned with a heavy paw, you lift your head into the air, howling loudly to signal to Rossi that he’s been detained.

The team stared at you in absolute shock when you walked back over to them, now dressed in the spare clothes Hotch and Rossi always kept close by (as a just in case). 

“What the fuck-” Derek’s the first to speak.

“It’s sort of a long story?” You reply, unsure. 

“There’s been numerous sightings of werewolf individuals throughout history, not to mention clinical lycanthropy,” Spencer chimes in.

“So you’re a-?”

“Say it,” You say dramatically, you hear Rossi and Hotch sigh deeply, already knowing where this was going. “Say it. Out loud.”

Derek and Emily share a confused look. “Werewolf.” Hotch mumbled, hoping to get this whole thing over with.

You turn around dramatically, “Are you afraid?”

“No.” You grin, you had never heard Hotch sound so done with you in your life. This was brilliant. 

“This is the face of a killer, Bella.” You say, disappointed when none of them get your reference. “Really? None of you? JJ, come on, you know what Cullen means, surely you get it?”

“Sorry, I’ve never actually seen Twilight,”

“Ugh,” You groaned, “Penelope would get it, you all need to be more like Penelope and laugh at my jokes,”

“No need to bite back so hard, kid,” Derek grins. 

“If this becomes a frequent thing, I might actually kill you.” You state. 

“You’re all bark and no bite,” A growl sounds through your throat and your eyes flash. Derek puts his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright, no more jokes. Can you eat chocolate though? Serious question. Rossi, why’s he looking at me like that? Rossi, Rossi-!” Derek yelped as you tackled him to the ground.

“Yes I can eat chocolate, it makes me feel sick though.” You answer, you hadn’t shifted, you just wanted to scare him a little. “Nice yelp though, sounded like a little girl.”

“I did not!”

“Yeah, you did,” Emily answered with a snort. 

Now, months later, you stand in a warehouse, locating the unsub with Rossi whilst you wait for backup. “He’s definitely here,” You mumble, “Jesus, he eats a lot of fast food,” Rossi gives a small snort, “I think he’s in here,” You say, pointing at the room just ahead of you. Rossi nods, raising his gun slightly as he begins to enter the room, you’re close behind.

You watch in horror as the gun cocks into place, you let yourself start to shift - knowing that you wouldn’t be able to make it in time in human form. You weren’t going to let them get hurt. You were nothing if not loyal. Rossi waits for the bullet. He knew it was going to happen eventually, it was inevitable in this line of work. But the bullet doesn’t come, instead, the crack of the gun in heard, as well as the sound of impact. Then nothing. And then the small whine comes. It’s pathetic and sounds like a wounded animal. A wounded animal. It clicks and Rossi looks around, spotting the form of a wolf, he watches as the fur shifts, slowly turning to skin in order to preserve your energy. 

Another shot sounds and the unsub drops down dead. Rossi sends a brief nod of thanks to Morgan as he rushes over to you, shrugging off his windbreaker to place over you. Morgan joins him, peering over you, eyes widening when he sees the bullet wound. He reaches for the radio, “We need a-” Rossi puts his hand up and Derek stops.

“What do you need us to do?” Rossi asked, turning back to you.

“Rossi, he needs an ambulance,”

You shook your head, “My body will heal, I just need to get it out,” Rossi nodded as you lifted your head, the bullet wasn’t too far in. You could probably just reach in and grab it, you’re body would flush out any infection or bacteria that was in the wound and you’d be as good as new within a day or two. Your fingers hovered above the bullet wound and you let your head drop back to the floor. You take a deep breath before you plunge the fingers into the wound, feeling for the bullet. Your back arches and you ground your teeth, you clench the bullet with your finger tips and force yourself to take a deep breath before you pass out or something. And then, when you’ve got a good grip, you yank it out. And fuck it hurts. You groan loudly through your teeth, throwing the bullet to the floor.

“You okay?” Derek asked, you huff a small laugh as you nod.

“Just peachy,” You mumble. “I’ll be fine. The outside of the wound will close within a few hours anyway,”

“Won’t you bleed out?”

“Should be fine,” You said with a shrug, “This is hardly the first time I’ve been shot,” And with that, you force yourself back on your feet, clutching a hand to the wound as you walk.

When you’re back on the jet, now with a gauze over your wound, you lay slowly on the couch. “I know what will help,” You say, lifting your head up slightly, “I’m going to make you all watch Twilight. You need to get my jokes - they’re like over half of my humour and none of that can be appreciated if you haven’t seen it.”

“Is it any good?” Emily asked, you shook your head.

“Nope, it’s absolute horse crap,”

“Then why make us watch it?”

“Because you all need to suffer to get my humour,” You said, before adding, “And I’m injured so you can’t say no,”

[frogskelton]

Part 3 of Team Chris is rlly smoking hot x Scooby do fanfic is here, because u were so nice ((:

PLEASE READ

This chapter explores themes of ableism against autistic people and the condescension that can with the infantilization of autistic people and this can be a very personal subject matter, so I feel everyone deserves a heads up

First if u haven’t read part one here

Now onto the actual thing -

“I’ll show you all to the guest rooms.” Alejandro said rather sharply

“Wait will there be any cops here” Izzy finally stopped zooming round, staring at Alejandro, with unwavering focus, still as Midas’s daughter.

“Uhh, probably, though it probably won’t be for a while at least”

“Uuuhhh, they’re so useless, we’ll have to avoid them, or get the meddling kids lecture, like I’m pretty sure our rate of actually solving mysteries is better than their one in a million” Noah grumbled

“We’ve got a good amount of time befor-”

“Yeah, like a couple millenniums” Noah sarcastically quipped, with Alejandro giggling at his wit.

“So like a team we gotta go now so we avoid cops, let’s go!” Owen enthusiastically yelled

“Too loud, buddy, we don’t want anyone to hear us.” Noah whispered, putting a hand on Owen mouth, especially climbing on him to reach.

“If you see anyone head back to the spare rooms,” Alejandro said, “And Izzy can hide from the cops.” He finished, not giving Izzy a moment to butt in.

The room was rather big, filled with fancy wooden furniture, with patterns carved in. There was a collection of photos surrounding a bowl of fake fruit on the buffet positioned across from what had to be a king double bed. Lots of photos of Jose and another boy seemed like they were Alejandro’s brother, judging by another photo where the three of them were positioned together.

“Wow, fancy. If I knew you were this rich I might have swooned over you, too,” Noah said in a monotone voice.

“This room is just for Noah, Owen and Izzy,” Tyler said patiently, staring directly at Alejandro.

“Well, course you can sta-”

“In your room, with you??” Tyler, desperate excitement in his voice crescendoed as he inched closer the the somewhat startled boy

“In another guest room”

“How many guest rooms are in this house?” Noah quietly mumbled to Owen.

“Nah, that’s fine I can just stay in your room with you, since we are best buddies!’ Tyler staring so intently he probably could burst an eye vessel and eye contact so intimidating it could intimidate a statue.

“I mean it sounds like it would be an okay idea to stick together, you know with everything going on.” Owen said, patting Tyler on the shoulder. “Besides, Al, I don't like the way the thing was looking at you Owen shifted his attention to Alejandro standing cross-armed, with a frustrated childish expression. “Oh, Alejandro, sorry man.” Owen attempted to pat him on the back before Alejandro flinched away, attempting not to snarl at him.

“So, Izzy will stay with us cause I don’t think you two can survive her.” Noah said

“Yep, sounds good.” Tyler grabbing onto Alejandro’s hand.

“Well, th-”

“Just let him,” Noah said, cutting off Alejandro, causing him to sulk.

“Yes, yes, yes, we are gonna have so much fun.” Tyler excitedly bouncy around shaking Alejandro.

The night seemed long, the dark sky looming outside, as they waited for the coast to clear to go and investigate. Noah and Owen were in charge of viewing the primary scene, Tyler and Alejandro would keep watch down the halls and out the front for when/if the cops showed their piggy heads (since Alejandro knew the place best), while Izzy would go and collect samples (Who knows how she does it, but she always seems to get results.)

[All good??] Noah texted, getting bored half ready to already shove his head over the side and start shoveling evidence.

[Yes, so far so good.] Alejandro replied, [Though be wary my father is by the left wing down the hall.]

[ewww, forgot this is some family thing for you, it sounds weird u calling him father]

[Hahah, would you please gather some photos.] Alejandro texted back [By the way, the hall at the front and exit by the main stairs is probably best, prioritize speed]

[Yeah, yeah, I know what, you might be surprised other people have a brain as ] Noah texted, though Owen stopped him before he could continue. Noah crept over the banister tiptoeing down close near the stairs, like a slender cat. Leaning his top half over the banister and zooming in, with filming, changing to creeping down the staircase. “That’s weird,” Noah quietly whispered under his breath, fixated on something in the video. “What’s up little buddy?” Owen attempted to whisper back, though probably still speaking too loud.

“If it came from the outside, why did the glass not fall inside?” Noah smirked,

“So it must have come from the inside!” they said in unison, their excited voices fusing together.

standing up losing the cautiousness in his movement, standing up placing a hand, leaning on Owen,

“Heh, so it’s something wanting to think it came from the outside, but was already inside?” The cockiness radiating from his voice, somewhat losing that quietness. “Let’s see that freaking eel solve that one, all he’d do is try and flirt with the monster.” The cockiness quickly turned to mumbled pettiness. Owen reaches out a congratulatory fist bump. Pow!

“Oh shit,” Noah quickly threw out.

“Huh, what’s wrong?” Owen quietly panicked remembering they need to be quiet

“We need to get back, Tyler texted that Mr fancypants is coming our way.” Noah said paraphrasing, “He’ll meet as bac-” cut off by the sounds of muffled unintelligible yells, the anger still piercing through the walls.

“Shit.” Noah muttered,

“Al, would you just bugger off.” Jose yelled in spanish, frustrated, loud and tired. “Just leave, you’re just a kid getting in the way, like always do, can’t you jus-”

“I’m almost an adult and I can help! If you would quit treating me like some little kid and thinking you are so much better than me!” Alejandro cries out back.

“Al, FUCK OFF.”

Jose raised his voice to a stable pitch, staring down at Alejandro from his tall figure, the lights burning bright behind him. “Yeah, almost an adult, but when me and Carlos were 13 me and Carlos didn’t still have some obsession on childish fucking shit like dinosaurs.’’

He stepped forward, looming over Al, causing him to stumble back. “Me and Carlos didn’t fiddle with random shit and couldn’t even make decent eyeconnect till you were what? Like 14.”

His eyes didn’t blink, just flickered. “Me and Carlos don’t have whatever you have wrong with your brain,”

The harshness in his voice felt like fangs digging into Al’s flesh. “You just when you actually started trying to be your age just acted like some copycat of me.”

Alejandro didn’t respond. He just breathed heavily, holding back whatever emotions he could. Staring at Jose’s silhouette toppling over him against the burning light, unable to look up. Jose took a step back, sighing. “Al, I’m sorry, I just, I know it isn’t your fault.” He ran his fingers through his hair, tilting his head up, staring at the ceiling. “It’s just- I know because of your autism you can’t be like Carlos and I.” Looking down, seeing his brother, unable to look at him. “Al”

Attempting to put a hand on his brother to comfort him was quickly shaken off. Alejandro walking off.

“Really, fucking really? How the hell have I still failed to prove anything to you .” He said

He walked away trying not to sprint.

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “who better than me”. The screen splits in two, similar to the end of Do You Wanna Build A Snowman from Frozen as Uma rushes to the door and pounds on it, crying her eyes out, begging Gil not to leave her as he runs away in a hurry)

Uma: GIL! GIL!!!! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! I DONT WANT TO BE ALONE GIL!!!! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!!!! I don’t want to be alone. I don’t like the dark.

(Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, the rest of The Royal Court are celebrating the completion of the rebuilding process. To that end. Mal and Jay have jumped up on the bar. This is when “if I didn’t have you” happens. After the song. Carlos shoos Mal and Jay off the bar, takes their place on it and addresses the others)

Carlos: yes, yes. We rebuilt everything. We’re so smart. We’re so happy. Yaaaay! But do we really want my mother hogging the karaoke machine? I think not.

Ben: low blow buddy.

Carlos: but true father. But. True. Now. Who wants ME to perform?

(Everyone cheers)

Carlos: good answer. Diego. With me.

(This is when “it’s all love” happens. After the song. Evie stands up and raises her glass to Carlos)

Evie: thank you for that C. Now who would like to hear me and Doug sing a real song?

Quinn: please.

Doug: how does no.20 sound?

Evie: I loooove no.20. Nobody join in. Just us two. Lonnie. Hit it.

(This is when “don’t go breaking my heart” happens. After the song)

Anthony: that was very nice guys. But how about we all have a go now?

Evie (whining): oh but why.

Mal: because he said so. You gotta respect your elders sis.

Anthony: hurtful.

Mal: ah but true.

Anthony:....yeah....Let’s see now. No.48? Carlos?

Carlos: that’ll do. Ma? Pa?

Ben: ooooh yes.

Mal: ‘bout time we did a group number.

Freddie: then let’s do it!

(Everyone looks at her quizzically)

Freddie: what? I haven’t said anything for a while.

Everyone: let’s do it!

(This is when “sing” happens. After the song. Hadie gently removes his hand from Anthony’s and approaches Mal)

Hadie: hey Mally can we talk?

Mal: hey bro. Wanna drink? We got beer, vermouth, whisky, vodka. Not gin because it Carlos nightmares. What’re you in the mood for?

Hadie: we need to talk about Harry.

(Mal’s hand, still holding her knife, zooms to a stop less than an inch above a martini olive. Thinking fast, Ben magic’s away the knife and every piece of sharp cutlery away from Mal)

Mal: thank you sweetheart. Could you um. Take everyone but uh the boys and Evie away somewhere else. Please?

Ben: as you wish. And Hadie.

Hadie: yeah?

Ben: you’ve fucked up. Again.

Hadie: yep.

(Ben teleports the others away, leaving Hadie alone with the core four)

Hadie: okay hear me out.

Mal: no.

Hadie: Mally please.

Mal: I said no Hadie. How many times do you want to say it? No. No. No. And no. Is that enough for you? Or maybe you want to hear it in a different language? No. Óchi. Non. Nō! Is that enough for you Hadie? Is it? Is that enough for you big brotha?

Jay: don’t do the accent. You sound like a chav.

Mal: right. Sorry.

Hadie: Mally please. He was our brother. The least we can do now that the trench has opened is go look for his remains.

Mal: no! It was your brother! Your fault! Your mistake! Not mine.

Hadie: what’s that supposed to mean?

Evie: believe me. You do not want to know.

Mal: we’re not looking for it. Because the current most likely scenario is that an angler fish has already found it, eaten it and she’s it out.

Hadie (nearing tears): don’t talk like that. Please don’t talk like that. Our brother deserves a fune-

(Mal let’s put a cold, high, piercing laugh that sends ice up everyone’s spine and she doesn’t stop until Hadie backs away)

Mal: you really think it deserves a funeral? Did Carlos to get chased down and slashed open with a hook when he was eleven years old? Did Ben deserve to be kidnapped and early just because of his connection to me? Don’t you dare tell me what it deserves. Because as far as I’m concerned. It already got what it deserved. And my only regret is that I didn’t kill it myself.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: the hell ahead doesn’t.

(He takes his shirt off)

Carlos: this right here on my back. Where it flayed me open like a haddock on a board. It’s been seven years and you still see the scars. Does that seem like the image of your brother that you had in your head? Does it Uncle Hadie?

Evie: I saved Carlos. I pulled Harry off of him. And broke Harry’s leg in two.

Jay: that’s why Mal let Evie into the gang.

Mal: after I kicked her into the barriers roof for tattling on us when we were eight.

Carlos: take a good look Uncle. This is what your precious innocent baby brother did to me.

Mal: just not the scar on his neck. That was all Cruella.

Hadie: why don’t you have a belly button?

Jay: our fault.

Mal: yeah. We were eight. We didn’t know what navels are because we don’t have them and we thought it was a wound. We vanished it.

Hadie: huh. Anyway, anyway. I’m begging you. Please. Allow a search for our brother’s remains so he can be properly buried.

Mal: no.

Hadie: why not?

Mal: because I didn’t like it. Ben didn’t like it. Jay, Carlos and Evie didn’t like it. Nobody liked it apart from you and dad.

Hadie: Uma liked him.

Mal: oh. I don’t see you beseeching her to throw it a funeral. Now I wonder why that is(?) Oh yes. Because YOU hate her. So you come crawling to me in the hopes that I’ll forget that I hate him once look into your sad, sad yellow eyes(.) You bet on the wrong dragon Haydes. Now get out of here before I horrifically lose my temper and conveniently forget that you’re my brother.

Jay (getting an idea): hey Mal. What if we....

(He leans over and whispers in Mal’s ear. As he does so Mal face splits into a very wide and very cruel Cheshire Cat grin)

Mal: ooooh. I like that. Yo Hadie. (She sends a stream of magic into Ben’s walk-in wardrobe)

Mal: though there you’ll find a little mock up theoretical funeral for Harry planned by us. But be warned. Once you’re there you can’t leave until the sequence is over.

(Hadie speeds through the door)

Mal (aside to the others): he is soooo gonna regret that. Let’s go.

(They all walk into Ben’s wardrobe. On the other side is a lavish outdoor funeral. Very traditional. Bright and sunny. Everyone is wearing black. A giant portrait of a bruised and battered Harry is hanging on a black velvet curtain behind a podium. Carlos steps up to the podium. This is when “homecoming” happens. After the song. Persey gets back to their family’s residence)

Persey: hey guys. Can’t stay long. Somethings up with u-Kay. What’s dad doing?

Persephone: Sherlocking it my dear. Your father is Sherlocking it.

Persey: not a word.

Persephone: right. Sorry. Your father is going through her brain in hopes of finding a memory of Harry being happy to see her.

Persey: why?

Persephone: she thinks she saw Harry earlier.

Persey: what?

Hades: I don’t think I saw him. I know I saw him floating across the courtyard. Not eight hours ago.

Persey: eight hours. Dad listen to me very carefully and think extremely hard. Where was “Harry” supposedly going?

Hades: to the enchanted lake.

Persey: right. Okay. Oh boy this is bad. This is very, very bad. Mom. Stop dad from trying to find Harry. By any means necessary. I gotta go.

Persephone: where are you going?

Persey (already running out the door): to circumvent disaster!

(On their way back the kings office Persey bumps into Gil who’s heading in opposite direction. The two of them spin around, holding onto each other’s arms until they settle down)

Persey and Gil: where’s Mal? How should I know? I just got back! I’m asking you! Stop copying me! Argh!

Persey: oh this isn’t gonna work!

(They spot Ben coming out of the castles bar)

Persey: BEN! Benbenbenben! Come with us!

Ben: whoah! What’s happening? Where are we going?

Persey and Gil: we’ll explain on the way!

(Back in the kings residence. Mal is at the bar, once again, pointedly ignoring her older brothers pained pleas)

Hadie: please Mally. Please. I know you can get Ben on side. I can do the rest.

Mal: Carlos. You and Doug have been reading up on dimensions of magic. Do you know if a god can be executed?

Carlos: yes. But they’d reconstitute in ten working days.

Mal: good. If Hadie keeps bleating then we can hang him.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: oooh but she does.

Hadie: no. No I refuse to believe that. If she didn’t feel anything about our brother dying she wouldn’t have those tears in her eyes CHRIST!!!!

(Mal’s had enough and thrown a bottle of bourbon at Hadie that narrowly misses shatters against the wall behind him)

Mal: ENOUGH HADIE!!!! ENOUGH!!!! OKAY!!!! ENOUGH!!!! WE HATED IT!!!! WITH EVERY FIBRE OF OUR BEINGS WE HATED IT!!!! AND RIGHT NOW-oh my god Carlos! I am so sorry!

(She rushes over to Carlos and pulls him into a crushing hug)

Carlos (unaffected but embarrassed): I’m okay, ma. Ma, I’m okay. Finish what you were doing.

Mal: are you sure?

Carlos: yes. I’m sure.

Mal: okay.

(She uses magic to throw Hadie throw the wall. Next thing he knows, Hadie’s falling through the blackness until he lands in a void filled with the rotting corpses of Harry Hook)

Mal (her skin green and covered in scales, her horns large and curling outwards, her hair and dress purple flame, walking through the corpses and tearing them apart like tissue paper as her voice reverberates inside of Hadie’s head): you want ussss to locate and hold a funeral for a dead basssstard who we hated and who hated ussss! And after all of thissss I have. Jusssst. One. Quesssstion.

Hadie (on his knees, his hands covering his ears and sobbing his eyes out): WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! WHAHAHAT?!?!

(The illusion ends and they’re back in the kings residence)

Mal: why?

Hadie (still shuddering in terror): huh?

(This is when “requiem” happens. After the song. Ben, Gil and Persey rush in, panicked and very, very scared)

Gil: is everyone okay?

Mal: yeah. Yeah I um. I just had a little tiff with my big brother.

Carlos: the moron thought he could beg us to look for hook’s corpse.

Gil (chuckling nervously): about that....heheh.

(Cut to the Enchanted Lake)

Mal (from hundreds of miles away): WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

(Back in the palace. Mal and Gil are running at full speed towards Milo’s offices. On their way they pass Ben’s Ego and Mal’s Id)

Ego: this is really bad isn’t it?

Id: oh honey. Only for Uma. For us it’s all going to be wildly entertaining.

(He looks directly at the audience again)

Id: enjoy.

(Mal and Gil are greeted by Facillier at Milo’s observation office. Through the two way mirror Mal can clearly see the spectral Harry floating around Uma’s terrified head)

Mal: shit.

Gil: he really is back then.

Facillier: not fully your highness. Nothing more than a ghost.

Mal: a poltergeist you mean.

Facillier: you need your fix this your grace.

Mal: not Celia. Not my problem. By the way. How the hell can you see it?

Facillier: I was dead once. The after effects are exceedingly long lasting.

Mal: oh.

Facillier: and yes you do need to help my daughter. You’re family. And this is what family does for each other.

Mal: oh god how did this happen?

(This is when “the kids aren’t alright” happens. After the song. Ben walks into his office to find Mal, Evie, Hades, Persephone and the twins lined up in front of his desk in military fashion)

Ben: not that I don’t like a nice family meeting but why do you all look like you’re waiting for me to tell you to activate the Zords and stop Emperor Grumm?

Mal: Persey and Gil were right. Harris a ghost and it’s haunting Uma.

Ben: ah. Wait. If this is about Uma why is Evie here?

Doug: Persey’s holding her sewing machine hostage.

Ben: that’s fair. Okay so. What’s the first order of business? Oh and uh. At ease.

(The gods and demigods relax)

Mal: we need to figure out how it came back.

Doug: Carlos thought it was the black cauldron.

Hadie: but I deactivated it when we won.

Ben: how so?

Hadie: I’m a god. I jumped into it then reconstituted a few seconds later.

Ben: if you say so Captain Jack. Right then. Any other theories?

Persey: oh no. Oh nononononono

Mal: what?

Persey: I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

Ben: what Persey? What is it?

Persey: I think it was me. I think I left The Door open when I sent Verna to asphodel during the Processing.

Ben: right....

Mal (thinking quickly): Pain! Panic!

Pain and Panic: princess?

Mal: go to the underworld. Check and double check every door and opening. Make sure none of the dead can get through. We can’t risk any more leakages.

(The imps disappear)

Mal: Boss. Take dad and Hadie back to Olympus please.

Persey (nearing tears): Mal I am so-

Mal: it doesn’t matter. I don’t care about that. This is just a precaution. We can’t afford to have them trying to talk to it.

Persey: right.

(They teleport themselves, Hades and Hadie back home)

Ben: good thinking Mal.

Mal: thanks.

Doug: what do we do about Uma though?

Evie: I say we kill her. We can use your axe.

Mal: shaddup Evie. We’re not doing that. We’ll have to isolate her in her suite

Ben: are you sure?

Mal: yes. No. I don’t know. All I know is we can’t have Uma walking around until we get rid of the ghost floating about her head. We need to protect her as well as everybody else. Because if she finds a way to bring it back. We are all screwed.

(In Uma’s suite. She’s shivering with terror as Harry’s ghost gently unravels her now fully lavenderbraids. This is when “it’s a dangerous game” happens. After the song. Uma wrests herself away from his grip)

Uma: you’re not here. You can’t be here. You’re dead. I saw you die. You’re dead!

Harry: I know that. Why’d ya think I ain’t got legs? But you can fix that.

Uma (covering her ears with her hands in a futile effort to block Harry out): you’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here.

Harry (taking Uma’s hands off of her ears): oh but I am. You can’t escape this Uma. I need to come back. To prove them wrong. To prove my bitch sister wrong. We need each other.

Uma: NO!

(She turns towards the mirror but she can still see Harry. This is when “my demons” happens. After the song. In the infirmary. Mal, Gil, Freddie and Celia are watching as Uma gets sedated)

Gil: is he still here?

Mal: yep.

Celia: I told her. Back in Arendelle. I fucking told her this would kill her.

Freddie: what’s happening to my sister?

Mal: Harry’s back. He’s haunting Uma. And what the hell do you mean by you said that what would kill her?

Celia: she tried to switch her magic from sea witch to voodoo.

Mal: shit.

Freddie: I’m not following. Like. At all.

Odie: there’s a hierarchy to magic.

Mal: yeah. Gods, genies and dark fae are like the top three.

Odie: correct child. Vooodoo is near the bottom. Just above regular, run of the mill witches.

Freddie: but Diego? And Ben, Lonnie, Doug and Gil?

Odie: magic can be given sweetness. Either willingly or unconsciously.

Mal: like that that tornado I made that turned Ben into Hybrid?

Odie: correct again. You’re good at this your maj.

Mal: yeah well between Doug and the library I learnt a lot. 

Celia: and those exosuits from before?

Odie: same principle. It was Mal, Jay, Jane and Evie, and later Ben, granting magic to those without.

Mal: what does Uma need right now?

Freddie: what makes you think my grandmother knows?

Mal: it’s her modus operandi. Ditch the shallow and jump right into the deep end. But please don’t be cryptic. I am not in the mood for that right now.

Odie: simply put. One of em needs to let go. And since Harold Icarus Hook-

Celia: Harriet.

Mal: what?

Celia: Harriet named him after her. So technically his legal name is Harriet Hook Junior.

Mal: whoa....

Odie: indeed. So since Harriet Icarus Hook is the one haunting my eldest granddaughter, showing a truly breathtaking degree of stubbornness even among pirates.

Mal: it has to be Uma. Excuse me.

(She teleports into the dungeon. Once there she uses telekinesis to crash Cj’s head into the bars four times before throwing her into the back wall)

Cj: what the HELL!?!?

Mal: yo Harriet!

(Harriet cowers in fear until Mal holds her hand out for a fist bump. Which Harriet gladly acquiesces to)

Cj: what was that for?

Mal: feeling generous today. What’s that smell?

Cj: our lavatory situation.

Mal: I told you where the bathroom is.

Cj: we’re on protest.

Mal: stanking up the cell the pair of you gave to live in isn’t going to punish US. Just you. Both of you remember this. Behind that wall, middle stone in the centre panel, is a bathroom. Full amenities. Including two walk in wardrobes. One for each of you. Everything is self replenishing.

Cj: why didn’t you tell us this before?

Mal: we did. You’re just pricks.

(With that she teleports back to the infirmary and into the fire)

Mal: oh god what now?

Ella: she just started seizing. We don’t know why.

Mal: I think I do. Uma. Uma can you hear me. Cuz-zen

(Uma spits at Mal)

Mal: I’m guessing this is Harry.

Uma (in Harry’s voice): took long enough ya bitch. DONT FUCKING LOOK AT HER YOU BLOODY TRAITOR!!!!

(Gil cowers and turns towards the wall)

Mal: it’s okay Gil. Uma’s strapped down. Hook can’t hurt you. What do you want with our cousin?

Uma (still in Harry’s voice): just her.

(Both Harry and Uma’s voices scream in unison. A thick plume of blood red smoke shoots out of Uma’s mouth which results in her vanishing into the ether)

Mal: find her! Find her NOW!

(She heads to Ben’s office only to find him waiting for her at the closed door)

Ben: we have a slight problem.

Mal (exhausted): another one?

Ben: yeah.

(He opens the door to find Maddie and Quinn standing in front of the desk looking excited)

Ben: they refused to leave until they talked to us together.

Mal (aware of the insanity that’s about to unfold): oh boy. Let’s get started then.

Maddie: why is a raven like a writing desk!

Ben: because Edgar Allen Poe wrote on both. What was it you wanted to talk about?

Quinn: Maddox and I have a theory.

Ben (though an incredibly forced smile): about what?

Maddie: the daughter of the sea and the shadows.

Quinn: not the diminutive pain in the ass. The demented one.

Mal (aside to Ben): well ain’t that just the pot calling the kettle black?

Ben (the incredibly forced smile still plastered on his face): shush.

Mal: so. About Uma?

Quinn: ready?

Maddie: indubitably.

(This is when “white rabbit” happens)

[charlottedabookworm]

Dawntrail Day 7+8 (part 1/2)

spoilers up to: lvl100 msq quest Dawntrail

original draft date: 4-5/7/24

scheduled release for: 31/7/2024

working on day 7 so i’m merging these. since i’ve only got a couple hours i'mma do my tribals on picto and then do the instance i stopped at yesterday, hopefully get close to a dungeon/trial unlock but really not got much time. day 8 i'm finishing up msq 100% no matter how long it takes me and then hopefully doing the two optional dungeons!

*

…completely forgot that zoraal ja gave the order to kill all the civilians in solution nine

nice way to start the morning

*

“I have no more use of you, begone”

hmmmm thats an odd thing to say considering you were claiming he wasn’t your son before

fingers crossed nothings up with gulool ja

*

annnnd fade to black with the echoing sound of an execution shot lovely haven’t heard that since shadow ringers

*

pfft that last one!

except i really don't care what sphene thinks ngl

*

otis is back!

yes!

really didn’t want to kill him

*

damn

he was a good guy

*

okay but-

where is erenville?

they wouldn’t kill him off offscreen i know that much but we’d better not find him dying i swear to fucking everything I will-

*

*stares at crying child*

fuuuuck i really hope you're not a trap

*

oh thank fuck he's alive

also sorry your mums dead and has been a probably a long time mate

*

huh

he didn't mention it

why didn't you mention it erenville, what are you thinking rn?

*

no, please

this actually is important information to have

considering your mum is possibly the same sort of endless otis is and she had to end up that way somehow

*

love looking at this ngl

so much easier and nicer doing it as you progress through the zones

*

i made it to the fifth dungeon unlock but since there's almost certainly a trial afterwards and i have barely enough time to do the dungeon if i zoom through it, i'mma wait and do it in the morning

soooo wondrous tails time for picto ig

*

oh

thats just rude we didn't need that

*

ayyy alphi esti and shtola!

only reason theyve shown up just before i should be unlocking a trial is cos it can be done in trust? maybe? pls?

*

fuuuck that looks like a voidgate to me

zoraal ja wtf have you been doing

*

oh?

could it maybe lead to whichever reflection the alexandrian's are from

final zone in another shard? maybe?

*

so ig it’ll be like ‘we beat him he flees we chase’

boom final zone and trial and dungeon?

either that or sphene will actually be the final boss which still wouldn’t surprise me

*

the framing reminds me of hades ngl

like it tho

*

i know you're having a crisis but has it occured to you that you were born because your dad liked kids? like i know your entire existence is like. a miracle and gulool ja ja didn't know he could have bio kids til you were born but that man obviously lived for being a dad

*

this music-

just gonna sit here and listen to this for a bit before i enter the trial lol

*

genuinely forgot that y'shtola used to run around as a conjurer

it feels like so long ago now lol and i half expected them to have rdm healer ali again

*

okay his second phase actually looks cool

and isn't a massive floating head sitting at the edge of the arena which gives many bonus points

*

zoraal ja looks pretty dead to me and we still have a dungeon and trial to go so-

sphene, cachuia, or some third unknown threat? taking bets now

*

yeah it’s sphene 100% isn’t it

‘deliver my people’ huh

*

yeahhhh there we go

*

once again, i agree with ali

how many will you slaughter, sphene, so that your endless (yourself included) will live another day

how many children will you sacrifice so that your may live your hundredth lifetime

*

but they aren't remembered

i'm gonna scream how dare you say that when your system removes the memories of a deceased person from everyone who knew them

how dare you-

*

how dare you bring his mother into this

his mother, who everyone from his village has forgotten because of your system-

i-

*

don't worry koana, it's not the first time

this is basically a tuesday for me i'll keep your sister safe

*

i love him he's so sweet

i'm so glad gulool ja didn't turn out to be a trap

that probably would have broken my heart

*

that graphics update really looking peak on the af gear

wow

look at that metal

(now to time glam back over it)

*

so thw question is

another dungeon immediately?

huh nope

*

ooooooo it so pretty

it has canals

*

cachuia i'm guessing

i see where erenville gets the pretty from

*

oh

oh erenville love you're not going to take this well

your mother is dead and alive (did she get a choice? did they just pluck up her memories adn make her endless?) and she wants them all to die again

*

i love this

but also raha breaking my heart every expansion he's in

love him for that

*

oh so we're continuing to traumatise both erenville and wuk lamat i see

great

wonderful

thank you very much for that square

*

screaming crying throwing up why are you doing this to me

*

"I'm put in mind of Lyhe Mheg"

a tribe quest reference? in my final fantasy 14 msq?

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this cutscene is legit one of my favourite parts of the expansion

sure we gotta shut down the memories of all these kids but we'll give them something nice before that

*

ayo wtf

those are kriles bio parents

so i see we’re spreading the trauma to krile to join with erenville and wuk lamat

glad she can maybe get some closure tho

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love raha running up to krile and her parents and just chomping down on ice cream to break the ice between her parents

he’s such a good friend

*

....oh i hit the image cap.

alright part 2 incoming

[kenny-power]

The Taming of the Ilu - Chapter 2

Pairings: Neteyam x Reader; Lo'ak x Tsireya

Warning(s): slight language

It’s been nearly a week since the Sully family arrived on the Metkayina shores. However, I’ve been so busy, that I have not had to run into any of them, only catching glimpses as I’m weaving my way through the network of Mauri pods or walking along the beach. I am okay with that. I don’t need to deal with any extra stress of outsiders right now.  As the incoming first olo’eykte (female clan leader) in generations, many people are watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake so they can claim I am unworthy of the title and give it to my younger brother Ao’nung. Stupid old people and their stupid old traditions. I don’t see why being female would affect my abilities to lead, but alas, I must perform better than what is expected if I will someday command the respect of the People.  Also, Ao’nung is a total skxwang, there’s no way he could handle doing what I do everyday. 

Anyways, I’ve heard from my siblings that the newcomers are actually improving. Surprising. I didn’t know tree-dwellers would be good at swimming. Apparently, the eldest boy of the group has already mastered an Ilu. I would be impressed, but I mastered mine at the age of 6. 

I am riding my Ilu, Frìp (bite). I call him that because he likes to bite people. I remember when I chose him - well, more like he aggressively chose me. He was a rogue Ilu, away from his pack, and charging to try and bite me whilst I swam a little too far from my mother. Instead of panicking, I hopped on him and made the tswin (queue) connection immediately. I have since learned that biting people is how he shows affection, something that not many other Na’vi appreciate. He’s feisty and I like that. 

Today is one of my rare days where my duties were light and I had nothing to do before my daily meeting with Father, so now into the early afternoon, I am riding around the shallows with Frìp. It’s a nice, calm day. The blue waters warm and peaceful. I spent the past hour or so zooming through the reef, gracefully zipping past the schools of fish and coral clusters. Riding in the ocean is one of my favorite things to do, nobody can disturb me and it’s one of the times where I truly can feel free. 

Curious fish float past and several of the braver ones swim with us, trying to keep up. Laughing, I race ahead to a clearing in the bay.  I slip off of Frìp and start to free-float in the water. It’s such a beautiful day, I could honestly fall asleep here. 

There’s a group of birds in the sky, circling around in the distance. I can hear them communicating with each other, crying out faintly.  

My eyes start to drift close in the warmth of the sun. 

All of a sudden, the waters come alive with splashing and shouting. Startled, I dive down and re-attach myself to Frìp. Urging him to the surface, I ready my tukru (spear) and we burst through to the surface, prepared for any danger. A battle-cry bursting forth from my lips.  

I pull up short. There’s no threat, just ‘Reya, Ao’nung, and the newcomers. The Sullys look shocked, while my siblings are… laughing at me? I stroke Frìp’s neck to calm him turning towards the group, teeth bared. 

“Vonväs! (Assholes) Why did you do that! I could have hurt you.”I reattach my tukru to its holder, still fuming. 

“Oh great and mighty Y/N, we are sorry to have disturbed your rest,” Ao’nung says to me, clearly poking fun, “Please have mercy on us common people.” I hiss at him. 

“Shut up, skxwang, you are such a child.” Huffing, I fully face Frìp, petting him and making soothing noises to calm him down. Preparing to fight always gets him riled up. 

“Tsmuke (sister), we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you, we-” Tsireya starts to say. Without turning I speak, 

“I wasn’t scared, you just startled me.” Yes, that won’t make me seem childish at all. A new voice spoke up. 

“You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” It was the eldest Sully boy. He’s about my age, soft-spoken and serious. 

“Since birth,” I spit, trying to keep the snarl out of my voice. The adrenaline is still running through me and I’m on edge now. “It was not a funny joke. I do not appreciate it. What are you guys doing here, anyways? Aren’t you two supposed to be teaching them our ways?”

“Well, we were, but then we saw you riding your Ilu and thought we would come and say hello.” Tsireya explains. I snort. 

“Funny way of greeting someone.” One of the Sullys swims closer to me and Frìp, extending her hand to her forehead in greeting.

“I’m Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk!” she says and I kid you not, my heart melts for her immediately. She is adorable. “May I pet your Ilu?” Without waiting for a response, she reaches towards Frìp.

“Careful!” I say, “He tends to…” Frìp snaps at Tuk’s hand, making her squeal and back up. “…bite.” I finish. 

Ao’nung bursts out laughing. 

“Yeah, careful forest girl! Only Y/N has been able to tame that poor excuse of an Ilu.” I glower at my brother. 

“He doesn’t need tamed! And I’ve told you, that’s how he shows his affection.” I look at Tuk, taking her four-fingered hand in mine and inspecting it for any wounds. It looks fine, her hand escaped Frìp’s teeth, barely. “Sorry, he just gets a little excited.” Tuk stares at our joined hands for a moment longer before looking back up at me. She smiles, shaking her head reassuringly. 

“It’s okay, I should have waited for you to say it was alright. Can I introduce you to my brothers and sister? We’ve been waiting for so long meet you.” She has an eager smile on her face, so how could I refuse this precious child. I nod, and allow her to pull me towards the group. “This,” she says pointing to the other girl, “is my sister Kiri!” Kiri waves at me, smiling. “And this is Lo’ak,” she points to the younger of the two boys. He nods in my direction, then looks back over at Tsireya. Weird. “And this is my big brother ‘Teyam!” 

“Neteyam.” The older boy speaks up. I glance at him.

“Sorry?”

“It’s Neteyam.” He smiles quickly at me before looking away. I think Ao’nung was right, these forest boys are odd. I especially need to keep an eye on that Lo’ak, he seems to be getting a little too cozy with Tsireya. And that can’t happen. Father has always said that ‘Reya and I are not allowed to court someone until I finish my training to become olo’eykte and Tsireya trains to become tsahik (high priestess). Oh, Father will be angry if he finds out about this. 

“It is very nice to meet you all. I am sorry about, um, earlier.” I say sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s okay!” Tuk reassures me, “You looked really cool! Like a mighty warrior!” She’s beaming up at me. I tousle her braids softly.

“Thank you, taronyutsyìp (little hunter), you’re too sweet.” Just then, I hear a call from the beach. Father is calling for me. I look up in the sky, checking the position of the sun. I’m late. I click my tongue at Frìp and he swims up to me. Jumping on his back, I nod to the group. 

“I am very sorry, but I must leave you now. I am running late for a meeting with Father. Tsireya, Ao’nung, see you at supper.” With a little whoop, I propel Frìp forward, mentally preparing myself for Father’s reprimands. He hates it when I’m late. I knew these newcomers would cause me trouble. 

~

As Y/N and her Ilu race away towards the beach, Lo’ak swims closer to his brother. Dropping his voice and mimicking Neteyam’s accents, he whispers in his ear, laughing: “You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” Neteyam jerks away from his brother, scowling. 

“Oh yeah, as if you have room to talk. Don’t think I didn’t notice all of those looks you’ve been giving her sister. I think even she noticed, skxwang.” Lo’ak splashed in retaliation, sticking his tongue out at his older brother. “Oh yeah, real mature,” Neteyam said, before splashing him back. 

~

Ewya help me, I need a vacation from life. After about 10 minutes of being reminded by Father the importance of punctuality and being a good leader and blah blah blah, I was finally released from the clutches of Father with the instruction of “patrolling the beach” until supper. As if our shores need patrolled. That was his way of telling em to stay out of his sight for now. Fine by me, I want to spend more time with Frìp, anyways. 

I am at the dock where the clan’s Ilus hang around, playing with Frìp, making him do rolls and flips for pieces of fish. Can’t be tamed, my txìm (butt). After entertaining myself with this for several hours, I start my way back to my family’s Mauri pod. Walking along the beach, I hear some voices up ahead. Familiar voices. One of them being of my sister. Walking with the younger Sully boy, Lo’ak. Holding hands? How interesting.

To avoid them, I take the long way back to the pod, assuring I would get back after Tsireya does. 

When I walk inside, she is sitting in the corner, next to Mother. We may eye contact and she looks away quickly. Yeah, definitely trying to hide this. 

I sit quietly next to Ao’nung throughout the meal, until Father speaks up. 

“Itetsyìp (little daughter), have you put much thought into when you want to bond with a tsurak (skimwing)?You are getting older and start thinking about your transition into adulthood.” Mother’s head snaps up. 

“No, Ma’Tonowari. She is still too young, let us wait a year.” This gets on my nerves. I am ready to start my rites into adulthood, even if Mother doesn’t think so. 

“Why not, sa’nu (mom)? I can handle it. I am not too young.” Mother’s face is determined, set. I am not going to win this fight. 

“You are still a child. No.” My anger flares up. 

“Ao’nung is younger than me, and just the other day you said he was almost ready to begin his rites. Why him and not me?” Ao’nung nudges me in the side, silently begging me not to include him into my fight “And plus, if we’re not old enough for the rites, then we are definitely not old enough for courting - something that Tsireya conveniently forgot tonight.” Tsireya sits up straight and shoots me a glare. Whoops. Mother and Father turn on my sister. She starts speaking before they can question her. 

“Okay, I know that sounds bad, but I was just walking back from the beach with Lo’ak. But sa’nu, sempu (dad), he’s so nice and funny and…and… it’s not fair!” She bursts out. “It’s not fair that we can’t court someone before we pass all of our rites and are super old. Why?” I snort. 

“It is so you will not be distracted by silly boys, tsmuke.” Father nods in agreement. 

“Yes, itetsyìp, you need to focus on your tsahik training before becoming involved with someone.”

“It’s not fair!” She whines. “This is literally only a punishment for me, it’s not like Y/N has ever been interested in a boy. She’s going to be unmated forever.”

“Hey!” I interject. Low blow. Just because I don’t want to be distracted by dumb boys doesn’t mean I want to be teased about it. 

“Actually,” Father starts, “that gives me a great idea. New rule: you may court someone…” Tsireya perks up. Where is he going with this? “…once your sister does first.” Ah, there it is. She slumps over, groaning into her hands. 

Taglist: @tejas-kris

[dandyfelines]

Alflear Week (1)

bed-ridden/sleep/firsts

(Still a WIP, so I plan to finish it later.) for @malflearweek

--

The first time it happened, his head could just about peek over the bed the Divine Dragon slept upon. Alfred didn’t need to stand on his tiptoes to see the wisps of blue and red hair framing the Divine Dragon’s cheeks, but he still couldn’t see his entire face. His mother had lifted him up a few times to see the Divine Dragon fully, and Alfred vaguely recalled his shirt had two large dark blue lines. But from this angle, he could only see a criss-crossing golden pattern and a lot of white.

He loved coming here. Most of his days were spent in bed or visiting the doctor. His mother had said he needed to do physical therapy in order to get stronger. He liked the idea of getting stronger, but he also wanted a friend. He wanted someone else to talk to about his day or about the flowers he saw from the castle windows.  Everyone told him the Divine Dragon was listening carefully and lovingly to those who visited him. So even if Alfred didn’t get a direct reply back, it was fine. 

“Hi, Divine One! It’s Alfred. Wait, um….” He clasped his hands in prayer. “Divine One, thank you for allowing me into your sacred place of rest. Okay, that should be good, right? I wanna tell you about my day!

“Today I saw some hummingbirds in the garden! They were so small and fast, they just zoomed past me. They really liked the flowers, too. And then, Mother taught me how to make a flower crown. She called it something like… ger land? I forgot!

“I wish you could see the flower crown I’m wearing today. Maybe I’ll make one for you, too. I don’t think it’s disturr, um, disturbing your sleep if I put it on very quietly. Maybe I’ll get really good at it, and then I can make lots for my little sister! She is still a baby, so I’ll have to make little ones. I would make lots of flower crowns for my friends. But I don't know when I'll see them again.

“I just want to have more friends around… I mean, you are my friend, too, but you can’t play tag with me or practice duels, or walk with me in the garden…

“...Unless you woke up right now! You don’t wanna be stuck in bed either, right? Then we could be best friends! Hm. Maybe you just need help… ngh…”

Alfred stood on his tiptoes and stretched out an arm for anywhere he could reach. His fingers brushed against some fabric from the Divine Dragon’s sleeves. He repeatedly grasped at that area until a clump of white and gold was firm in his hold. Then, he tugged.

“Please?” he whispered, timid. His mother had told him many times to never disturb the Divine Dragon’s slumber. Reminded of her words, Alfred reluctantly allowed the fabric to slip from his fingers. Shame burned his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Divine One. I think we have to be friends just like this, with you sleeping. But can you wake up someday soon, please? Then, I’ll show you the pretty flowers in Firene and watch butterflies. Or maybe we could even see a deer! And I’ll make you a flower crown!”

---

Alfred was sure the second time was an accident. He had outgrown his childhood fantasies of playing tag with the Divine Dragon, after all, and the weight of his responsibilities began to settle on his conscience. He visited the Somniel less often, now that his health had improved and other activities filled his daily life. Every time he came, though, lifted his spirits.

“Divine One, Céline can’t come today. It’s been a while since it was just me, hasn’t it? There’s a lot to catch up on, and I can’t wait for you to hear all about it.

“Well, Céline completely outclasses me in magic. She really has a talent for it. Yesterday, she burned a training dummy to ashes, and it was just her first week using fire magic. I tried to learn some magic myself, but I guess I’ll just have to stick to physical weaponry. I’m getting really good at the lance, now. I want to be as good as Father was at it, so I still have to work harder.

“Oh, and we learned about who our retainers will be! We were thinking Céline’s would be Etie. They were practically joined at the hip as children, so imagine my surprise when she was assigned to me. Instead, her new retainers are a woman and man, Chloe and Louie. I knew Louie from his knighthood training at the castle, but I’ve never met Chloe before. She and Céline seemed to know each other. I thought Céline told me everything, but even she keeps some secrets. 

“My retainers are my trusted friends, Etie and Boucheron. Getting to train with two of the strongest people I know… Divine One, I couldn’t be happier! Oh, you’re really strong too. You vanquished the Fell Dragon before! It’s a shame we can’t practice sparring matches together, but… but anything could happen. Right?

“No doubt you’re listening to me, because you have given me the strength to be a prince to my people, and I am grateful. A lot of it was my own work, too, but you really are a true friend, looking out after me. So you know my deepest wish. I get it, you need more time to heal from your wounds, more time than I needed… but…

“I might not even get to ascend the throne. When I start thinking about that, I feel so sickened that I might leave mother and Céline alone… how can I be a worthy prince? I hate thinking that some things just weren’t meant to be. You probably can’t make it go away, but if there was any way to make sure I could at least take care of Firene, Divine One… please. I don’t want to lose the joys I have, spending time with Etie and Boucheron, ruling with Céline and Mother, and being able to talk to you.

“I am scared, Divine One. What will happen to me? I wish I knew what you were thinking right now. Can you share a sign, anything?” Alfred scanned the Divine Dragon’s face for any response, a twitch of the nose, a deeper breath than usual, maybe even a smile. 

“It’s alright, I really enjoy talking to you all the same. I’ll keep my health up, so that we can talk for as many years as I have left. I promise to treasure each and every moment we have together. …I’ve seen Céline do this thing called a pinky promise before. I wonder if we could…”

Those words were a mere suggestion, not even taken form, when he noticed the hands folded across the Divine Dragon’s chest twitched. Alfred’s eyes widened. A low, short grunt emerged from the body lying in front of him.

Alfred heard his heartbeat accelerate. Could it be? All those years of his childhood dreaming of seeing the Divine Dragon’s eyes with his own, realized? After a moment passed without incident, he exhaled. He would just have to train more, eat well, work hard and perhaps, one day, he could share his joy with the one who was there for him for all his years.

[borathae]

DONE WITH ANOTHER EXAM u know what that means???

Chapter 34

fuck where is yoongi 😭😭😭kook come to ur senses please

OMG YOONGI wait did he just come because of kook, bruh we could have made out like a week ago 😔✊🏻

omg im so scared and nervous i wanna cry even tho its kook being scolded

NO DONT KILL HIM WTF YOONGI NO

“Thanks, but I can manage myself. I did so splendidly in the last two weeks” fr

He made you believe that he abandoned you. And now he is back. the entire para just summed up what we all felt Your anger feels so misplaced. Yoongi had a lot going on. After a millennia he felt again. He must have been so overwhelmed. Who knows what guilt and pain he went through those past two weeks. that is also true and idk what to feel aaaah feeling the pain of both people. DAMN U JUST PORTRAYED THAT SO WELL AND SUBTLE I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE IT

Where are those goddamn band aids FUCKING REAL U CAN NEVER FIND IT WHEN U NEED IT and u will find it in the same room, same drawer a week later 🥲

You made him turn his emotions on. It was your fault that he left in the first place. Be angry at yourself, that’s what you should do. its not exactly your fault, just a situation that had to happen

“Stupid bathroom!” you yell, throwing another cabinet closed. #justiceforcabinet2024

wow why is he so chill all of a sudden *trust issues be working on overtime

Is that what Jungkook could have too? 😭😭 yoongi pls dont leave again, i wanna be extra proud of kook

oh kook is sleeping for now (wtf i felt like a mama bird for a second there)

“Yes?” he exclaims, turning around almost excitedly. sir whats going on?? is it the emotions??? omg he is a pookie pls i love him bing bang boong forgiven already, who left for 2 weeks? nobody, idk such a thing

Now that he is so close again, you have forgotten everything you had wanted to tell him. oh it wasnt just me lol

“Doesn’t matter, I’m back now”, OK THATS IT FOLKS HE IS GOING TO LEAVE AGAIN 😭😭😭

oh a new plant 😭

Is he just staring? Oh dear. He is. PLEASE OUR SHY KITTY 😭😭

Oh how excited he sounds without even noticing that he does. 😭😭 do you want all of us to just cry every damn line? cuz u had done it

Yoongi is by your side, pretending to do the same while in reality he was looking at your face the whole time. HA SIMP ALERT (pls simp more we are simping for it)

“It’s not bad”, he agrees. You scoff, “such enthusiasm” Yoongi stumbles after you down the path, grumbling quietly. he is such a tsundere kitty i cant OFC HE LOVES HAND HOLDING NEVER LET GO

They are so bloody tiring” mood but numbness is too scary soo..

“They’re flowers, I don’t see any difference”, he grumbles, I LOVE HIM AND THE WAY YOU WRITE HIM I LOVE THEIR BICKER OVER SORRY HIS GRANDPA RUN AAAAH *watches a compilation

YOONGI BOONGI YAY HE ACCEPTED IT HAHA CUTIE PIE

“Forget it. I didn’t want to do it anyway”, i was cackling until i remembered this is how i act with mom, oh mom im sorry

YAY THEY ARE GOING GROCERY SHOPPING ALL DOMESTIC shit taehyung my baby 😭😭 THE JACKET RAAAAH

damn 1963, my mom wasnt born yet

no yoongi we dont growl here pls *blinks 😃😄😃 🫠 “he’s having a phase, please ignore him.” A PHASE STOP 😭

he is trying his hardest to stifle a laugh. THE JOKE PLS I LOVE HER HAHA guess he is going to have a hard time doing that

WE KISSED IN THE SNOW YIPEE YIPPEEE YIPPEEE YEEHAW HEE HOOO ✨🧚🏻🎆🎇💖😍🤩😻

ACCEPT THE COMPLIMENT YOONGLES YOURE A PRETTY MF GOT IT???

HOLY SHIT IT WAS A SPY DAMN WE JUST SAW A MURDER i literally just shivered

oh this time he answers her questions properly thats a difference hm

WTF OOF DAMN I - (did ever tell u that i love your writing and this bombastic story?)

It is not every day that you watch someone get beheaded or find out that someone wanted to fuck your dead body fr im still shivering and goosebumps are still there.

i love when they do vampire zoom haha

I’ve just lived long enough to have learned the skill.” Tae: 😃 ALSO IM SORRY YOONGI I LOVE THAT YOU CAME BACK but when is tae getting out?? 👉🏻👈🏻 great TAE MY BABY IM SORRY 😭😭 I CANT DO ANYTHING

“Are you manipulating me? she may or may not do that, but can she actually do that to you? yeah she cant so stop saying this

GREAT HE LEFT AGAIN WHERE ARE U NOW

i love when they talk, like everything just gets deeper, both her and him, the plot

OMG YOONGI wait did he just come because of kook, bruh we could have made out like a week ago 😔✊🏻

fjasdjf no he was genuinely in the midst of coming back when he suddenly heard the noises and then just came running 😭

He made you believe that he abandoned you. And now he is back. the entire para just summed up what we all felt Your anger feels so misplaced. Yoongi had a lot going on. After a millennia he felt again. He must have been so overwhelmed. Who knows what guilt and pain he went through those past two weeks. that is also true and idk what to feel aaaah feeling the pain of both people. DAMN U JUST PORTRAYED THAT SO WELL AND SUBTLE I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE IT

NO BUT I AM SO :( FOR BOTH OF THEM :((

You made him turn his emotions on. It was your fault that he left in the first place. Be angry at yourself, that’s what you should do. its not exactly your fault, just a situation that had to happen

the way you can see the learned guilt in her and in everything she does :(

wow why is he so chill all of a sudden *trust issues be working on overtime

I feel like he is just really nervous and trying not to scare her away with too much movement :(((

“Yes?” he exclaims, turning around almost excitedly. sir whats going on?? is it the emotions??? omg he is a pookie pls i love him bing bang boong forgiven already, who left for 2 weeks? nobody, idk such a thing

of course it's the emotions heheh <3 he is in loveeee <3

oh a new plant 😭

HE IS IN LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Is he just staring? Oh dear. He is. PLEASE OUR SHY KITTY 😭😭

I LOVE HIGMMGMGM

Oh how excited he sounds without even noticing that he does. 😭😭 do you want all of us to just cry every damn line? cuz u had done it

jfasdjf me fr fjadsjfa

Yoongi is by your side, pretending to do the same while in reality he was looking at your face the whole time. HA SIMP ALERT (pls simp more we are simping for it)

HE IS SO SWEET AND CUTE AND IN LOVEEEEEE

“It’s not bad”, he agrees. You scoff, “such enthusiasm” Yoongi stumbles after you down the path, grumbling quietly. he is such a tsundere kitty i cant OFC HE LOVES HAND HOLDING NEVER LET GO

no but I love him so much!!!!!!

They are so bloody tiring” mood but numbness is too scary soo..

100% :( gosh my boongie :(

“They’re flowers, I don’t see any difference”, he grumbles, I LOVE HIM AND THE WAY YOU WRITE HIM I LOVE THEIR BICKER OVER SORRY HIS GRANDPA RUN AAAAH *watches a compilation

same same same !!! I love him so much !!!!

damn 1963, my mom wasnt born yet

lmaoa mine was like 2 and my dad 3 kfadkf

no yoongi we dont growl here pls *blinks 😃😄😃 🫠 “he’s having a phase, please ignore him.” A PHASE STOP 😭

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BAHAHHAHAH

he is trying his hardest to stifle a laugh. THE JOKE PLS I LOVE HER HAHA guess he is going to have a hard time doing that

I LOVE HIM HE IS SO IN LOVEE

WE KISSED IN THE SNOW YIPEE YIPPEEE YIPPEEE YEEHAW HEE HOOO ✨🧚🏻🎆🎇💖😍🤩😻

I genuinely love this chapter so much 😭😭

HOLY SHIT IT WAS A SPY DAMN WE JUST SAW A MURDER i literally just shivered

HE IS SO COOL FOR MURDER THOUGH :)

i love when they do vampire zoom haha

lmaooa me

“Are you manipulating me? she may or may not do that, but can she actually do that to you? yeah she cant so stop saying this

I feel like she can JFAJDFJ he is way too smitten for her JFJADSFJ

i love when they talk, like everything just gets deeper, both her and him, the plot

SAME SAME SAME !!!! I LOVE THEMEEEEEE !!

[jiajiasstories]

wlw angst story i was bored and it’s a wip but enjoy

I was sitting at my desk, half-heartedly scrolling through social media, when my phone buzzed with a new text message. I glanced at the screen, expecting a meme from a friend or a message from Kailee. Instead, it was from an Instagram account named “Zara Fanning”. I recognised the name as one of Kailee’s friends. I clicked on the notification and my heart dropped.

There was no text, just a photo. A photo of Kailee, my Kailee, wrapped around another girl, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. My heart stopped. I stared at the screen, unable to process what I was seeing. The world around me faded as I zoomed in on the image, hoping it was a mistake, a trick of the light, anything but the truth.

“No, no, no! This can’t be real, I’m just dreaming!” My mind races as i stare at my phone screen. Kailee was cheating on me? This whole time I thought we really had something. She made me feel so special, then she just took it all away. I couldn’t believe she would do something so cruel, and without feeling any remorse. The pain was unbearable. She betrayed my trust, in the worst way possible.

My phone buzzed again. Another message from the same account. This time, it was a short, cruel text: “Thought you should know.”

My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I dialed Kailee’s number with shaky hands, my stomach churning with a mix of dread and fury. She answered on the second ring, her voice cheerful and oblivious. “Hey, babe! What’s up?”

“Who is she?” I practically screamed. There was a pause on the other end, the silence speaking louder than words.

“What do you mean?” She inquired.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Kailee. I saw the photo,” I say, with tears welling up in my eyes.

The silence on the other end stretched out, heavy and suffocating. I could hear her breathing, quick and shallow, a mirror of my own panic. “What photo?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“The one of you kissing another girl!” I shouted, my voice cracking. I could feel the tears now, hot and uncontrollable, spilling down my cheeks. “Why, Kailee? How could you do this to us?”

I heard her sigh, a sound that felt like a knife twisting in my gut. “Georgia, I can explain,” she said, her voice pleading.

“Explain?” I echoed, my voice trembling. “Explain how you betrayed me like this? How could you throw everything we had all away? And for… for what, Kailee?”

“I-it wasn’t like that, Georgia,” she said quickly. “It was one-time thing, I swear!”

I felt a bitter laugh escape my lips. “It didn’t mean anything? You think that makes it better?” I wiped at my tears with the back of my hand, trying to regain some semblance of control. “Who is she, Kailee? Tell me, I deserve to know.”

There was a long pause, and when she finally spoke, her voice was barely audible. “Her name is Ashlyn. We met at a party a few weeks ago. I... I was drunk, and it just happened. I didn’t mean for it to, Georgia. I love you.”

Her words felt hollow, empty. I wanted to believe her, to believe that it was just a stupid mistake, but the pain was too raw, too real. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done this,” I said quietly, my voice breaking. “You wouldn’t have put me through this.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t know what else to say. I was going to tell you, I just... I didn’t know how.”

“You should have thought about that before you cheated,” I spat, the anger flaring up again. “I can’t trust you anymore, Kailee. How can we move forward if I can’t trust you?”

“I’ll do anything to make it right,” she said desperately. “Please, Georgia. Don’t let this be the end of us. I love you more than anything. Please.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady myself. “I need time,” I said finally. “I need to think about all of this. Right now, I can’t even look at you, let alone talk to you.”

"Georgia, please," she pleaded, but I couldn't listen anymore.

"I have to go," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Goodbye, Kailee.”

I ended the call and threw my phone onto the bed, collapsing next to it. The sobs came then, uncontrollable and wracking my body. I hugged a pillow to my chest, trying to hold myself together as my world fell apart.