#sometimes I draw hands... sometimes I don't

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── KISS IT BETTER ♡

♡ pairing: husband!spencer x lovely wife!reader

♡ summary: taking care of your husband while he's sick.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff, showering together wc: 1k

♡ author's note: spencer pls let me take care of you <3

LOVELY WIFE MASTERLIST ♡ 5K MASTERLIST

you'd think that if someone was to have a good immune system, it would be the man who avoided germs like a simple handshake was the equivalent of someone sneezing in his face. however, only a cruel man would be able to resist taking care of his lovely wife while she was sick.

however, only a few days after you had gotten better, spencer had woken up with a sore throat, his face as hot as coals; already worse off than you had been when you got sick, but the second day was even worse than the first day had been.

"you don't have to take care of me…" spencer mumbled, letting out a weak cough as you placed a towel-covered ice pack on your husband's forehead. "for a genius, you can be really dumb sometimes, you know." you mumbled, yet your tone showed nothing but fondness as you pushed his dark curls away from his face, "in sickness and in health, spencer."

there was a faint, weak smile on his face, "i'm gonna run by the pharmacy and pick up some stuff for you. try to get some sleep, 'kay?" spencer nodded; you didn't have to tell him twice; his eyes were already closing on the account of the chamomille tea you'd brewed for him.

when you got back home, your clothes and hair soaked from the grueling rainstorm outside, the apartment was quiet except for the loud breathing coming from the bedroom. you furrowed your brows and walked into the bedroom where you'd left him, sitting down at the edge of the bed, sweat covering spencer's skin. when you lifted the covers, his pajamas were soaked in sweat.

"spencer. spencer, wake up." you gently shook your husband, the man mumbling incoherently as his eyes slowly fluttered open. you took the towel you'd placed on his face and placed your hand on his forehead, "you're burning up, sweetheart. i think we should go to the hospital..."

"no, no..." the man coughed, his voice even weaker than before. "it'll... it'll start to get better soon. it should. it usually does." "i'm worried about you, spencer." "if... if it's not any better by morning then we can go. i just need you here with me..."

"alright." you sighed, taking the bottle of fever medicine you'd gotten for him, "i know you don't like taking medication when you can avoid it, but i hope this is okay. it's liquid, and it's meant for kids." you pointed to the little bear on the label of the glass bottle, a small, playful smile on your lips, "i named him 'honey'."

spencer's pale lips quirked up into a weak smile and his head nodded slightly. you measured some of the medication into the cap of the bottle, bringing it to spencer's lips, tilting it, your husband's adam apple bobbing as he swallowed it.

"good boy." you chuckled softly as you put the bottle aside, starting to unbutton his pajama shirt, "are you trying to take advantage of me in my weak state?" spencer said in a hoarse, his lips still quirked up in a smile. you rolled your eyes, a smile still on your lips "totally. i think you with a snotty, red nose is the sexiest you've ever looked. makes me wanna jump you."

you took the container of vicks vaporub out of the pharmacy bag, unscrewing the cap off and swiping some of it onto your fingers, before bringing your hand to spencer's chest, starting to rub it onto your husband's chest, the man letting out a soft hum.

once you'd placed a new cold rag on spencer's forehead, you turned the lights off and circled to the other side of the bed, getting into bed next to spencer, pressing yourself into his side, your fingers drawing patterns on his stomach as you closed your eyes, listening to the sound of rain pattering against the roof.

"good morning." you heard a hoarse voice say and your eyes softly fluttered open to look up at spencer with a small smile, the man looking at you fondly, some color having returned to his lips, his skin slightly less pale than the night before.

"were you watching me sleep?" you asked, narrowing your eyes. "yes. it makes me feel better."

you brought your hand to spencer's forehead, pursing your lips in thought, "looks like it worked. your fever's gone down a bit. god, i wish i would've known earlier that all you needed was a dose of your loving wife. there's only one problem."

spencer's brows furrowed in question, and you simply grinned, smelling his armpit, "you've been sweating for three days without showering. you reek like a swamp." your quip earned a hoarse laugh from your husband as he squeezed you closer to his chest.

it wasn't long until your bodies were pressed together under the chilly stream of water. your hands reached up to massage cherry-scented shampoo into spencer's hair, smiling as the shampoo turned into foam in his dark curls, scratching his scalp in a way that earned you a pleased hum from your husband.

his wet lips pressing small kisses on your shoulders as he washed your back for you, making you lean into spencer's touch. "i love you..." he hummed softly into your shoulder, your lips quirking up into a fond smile. "i love you too."

after showering and drying spencer's hair for him, the man sitting down on the bed as he looked up at you with reverence, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, "do you think you can get something down? i think you should eat." "i think so." he said with a small, weak smile. "i'll be right back."

spencer wasn't sure how long you were gone, but once you returned, it was with a tray with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea, sitting down next to him on the bed and handing the tray to him. "you're too good for me…" spencer mumbled, making you roll your eyes, booping his nose. "eat your soup and we can watch fourth gen doctor who."

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[diormoon]

PREGNANT - p.bueckers & a.fudd || HC

P & A TAKE CARE OF THEIR PREGNANT!GF

REQUESTED • YES x No

𐙚˙⋆.˚  The first trimester was hell. Morning sickness was hell. The second trimester was hell but bearable. The third trimester was hell. Body pains were hell. But Paige and Azzi always stuck around. No matter how moody you got, they were always patient with you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  One of them would always hold your hair back when you were getting sick. The other one would be drawing up a bath for you because who wants to go to work or class smelling like vomit?

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They go to all your doctor appointments. They do not care how busy they are that day; they are making time to be there!

𐙚˙⋆.˚  Cuddles are always a must, especially as the baby gets bigger! They both love putting their hands on your stomach and talking to the baby! When the baby started kicking, they went insane. They can't leave without checking up on you and now kissing your stomach and saying goodbye to the baby.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  3 a.m. grocery trips for your weird cravings will happen at least four times a week, sometimes more. They never complain, though. They'll even try the cravings with you.

𐙚��⋆.˚  They both hate the body pillow. I'm not kidding; they HATE that pillow.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They rope their teammates into helping set up the nursery. They are also surprising you with it, so you can't help at all.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They will take you shopping for decorations or baby items, though.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They also made you choose the theme because before, you just said, "I don't know, you pick," but this wasn't their surprise; it's yours. So they made you scroll on Pinterest to find which theme you liked the most.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They also roped in their teammate Caroline to plan the gender reveal and baby shower. She loves things like this, so she was the perfect person to ask.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  Azzi packed your hospital bags while Paige was asking if she could bring her iPad, claiming, "I can turn on Netflix for you when you're having contractions."

𐙚˙⋆.˚  Azzi will always help you with your hair, especially during labor.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  In fact, both of them love pampering and spoiling you. Every night feels like a spa day—not kidding.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  Paige is the comedian at the hospital (every day, actually), trying to get you to laugh and take your mind off the pain. While Azzi is just trying to comfort you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They both cried when the baby was born, almost sobbing. They were so proud of you, and they loved that baby with everything they had.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  For the first three weeks of postpartum, they tried to keep you off your feet as much as possible. You were in recovery and had stitches, and they didn't like that you were in pain—especially when you were getting up or walking.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They built a bassinet for your shared room, placing it beside you so you could grab the baby easily without having to walk to the nursery.

𐙚˙⋆.˚  They would lie in bed with you, cuddling while you all watched your little miracle sleep.

[malfiora]

OH BOY DO I HAVE FEELINGS.

1. Love is complicated.

We have to start here.

In the English language, and thus in American culture (where we must situate these boys since these are kids raised in the US, written by US authors) we really only have one word for this emotion (with add-ons to try and get more precise), and the word you use for your mom or granddad is the same as the one you use for your friends and siblings and the same as the one for partner. This feeling is messy and complicated and not discreet and definitely not logical. These boys love each other, and that comes with the complexity and messiness that love engenders. That complexity isn't despite the love — it is proof of the love.

And their patterns of behavior demonstrate that this love is multifaceted. Sometimes it looks like father/son (very very early on, as I explained in my mutualism post), and of course fraternal, but also infatuation (e.g. Jason's obsession with him and Dick being partners, Dick looking through Jason's dating profile).

2. "They don't entirely love or hate each other."

My beloved friend is right. As usual, the truth is somewhere in between. Yes, they have a mutual devotion to and admiration of each other. And also, there's definitely resentment there, too. As sunlitlemonade points out, Jason dealt with the pressure of living up to Dick's example, for better and worse. In the pre crisis run, the moments after Jason officially inherits the suit, he grows somber. He had wanted this thing for so long and when he finally gets it, he seems almost regretful about it. His very first villain as Robin is a guy who wants to kill him because he (Crazy Quilt) thinks Jason is Dick. Mistaken identity has been a core part of his experience from the beginning. On the other hand, in the post crisis run, Dick doesn't have a choice in Jason becoming Robin (a cruel twist imo I wish they had kept the original run but eh, I'm asking for way too much from the people who keep calling Jason the angry Robin), plus, as sunlitlemonade said, Jason was adopted before Dick (for very good reasons but it probably still hurts).

And to top it all off: their moral alignment has diverged. Jason no longer abides by the no-kill rule that Dick has organized his entire life around — that's bound to be messy lmao. Plus they both have markedly different perceptions of their relationships with Bruce now (though I'd argue that they're similar relationships, at least in terms of abuse and victimization and toxic projection, but that's a whole separate topic).

They can't stay away from each other but they find ways to hurt each other in ways that others can't or don't. And there is still love. (See also: my post about conflict.)

3. "They can't shake the feeling of kinship. Was it the Robin suit?"

Father/son vs. older/younger brothers archetypes.

I'm making this its own point because I feel it's important to explain why I alluded to a father/son paradigm for these two. As I explained in my mutualism post, this is the original concept that DC had for their relationship — Dick was fully prepared (emotionally, not logistically lmfao) to adopt Jason after Jason's parents died. He saw his own grief in Jason and wanted to be there for him. While this has obviously been retconned, the resulting themes have not been. In fact, each retelling of their meeting seems to double down on it. There is a pattern of inheritance that bears itself out in 3 ways:

Jason inherits Dick's Robin suit.

Jason resembles Dick to such a degree that other characters mix them up / point it out, even those who know them personally (looking at you, Donna).

Brothers in Blood reveals that they both subconsciously view Jason as Dick's successor (i.e. the moment Dick thinks about quitting being Nightwing, Jason shows up as Nightwing and shit gets really weird).

It is apparent that the narrative is trying to draw our attention to a top-down relationship here. However, there is clearly a fraternal relationship here, as well. Dick's sense of identity shifts completely into this mentor/big brother figure when Jason enters his life, almost immediately rallying with Jason and conspiring (innocently) against Bruce, offering himself as a resource, and reassuring Jason that he's doing fine as Robin. He triples down on this with Tim. When Dick returns from being "dead" Jason is upset that Dick would lie to a fellow Robin (brother) — and, importantly, Tim agrees. So there's also a horizontal relationship here. When Jason needs help, he asks for Dick — who shows up even without knowing the context or even always believing that Jason is acting in good faith.

It's not an either/or — it's a both/and. Messy, complicated, love, and hate. It's all there, you can't separate it.

4. That word "partners."

I have to throw this in here: Partner is an interesting word. It comes in many forms. Generally, it can be either professional, platonic, or romantic. With these two, honestly that word can mean any combination of the three. And when I say that that includes "romantic," I do mean that, and I do mean the alternative definition of romantic (i.e. invoking lofty, idealized emotions). It is very interesting to me, therefore, that Jason straight up asks Dick to be his partner twice: once in Brothers in Blood, and again in Battle for the Cowl. Makes you wonder which definition he meant by that, exactly.

That's all I got for now. Will update with links if I find them appropriate. @sunlitlemonade I hope you don't regret showing me your post.

i feel like ppl are always on one extreme abt dick & jason's relationship....... like idk how to tell you but they don't entirely hate or love each other. thats not how they work. they barely know each other and yet can't shake the feeling of kinship they feel. was it the robin suit? bruce? guilt? what-ifs? wishful thinking for things to be different? where did they get cut for the trail of blood to mix up and end up in the same grave? the same dead dream of a brotherhood? was it because of those things or despite them that the stream of their lives cannot seem to diverge no matter what happens? just shut up and let them be complicated.

[eraserbread]

i LOVE ex husband gojo with all my heart🤞🏻

pls do one where he catches you still wearing the ring 🙏🙏

oh, it's the perfect day to love ex-husband gojo... ✧

→ f!reader, drinking, smoking, angst, suggestive but sfw

for two people who swear they never want to see each other again, you and satoru do have a funny way of always bumping into each other.

living in different neighborhoods, you still frequent the same stores in his—and vice versa. his friends are your friends, and satoru was your friend before you started dating. a part of you wishes it stayed that way. yes, he was a debilitating flirt who made sure you felt his need, but it was cheeky—fun.

now, you're staring at him half-lidded, barely able to see the glisten in his eye from across the room.

you have to give it to your friends. they definitely tried to keep you two apart, but sometimes, it's impossible. suguru knew the bartender here, but shoko didn't tell you that suguru was the one who invited her out—you should've known.

now you're standing with your back to the wall, fingers squeezing the cup's rim so tight you wouldn't be surprised if it shattered in your grip.

satoru is so fucking tall, towering against the doorway, hidden behind dark glasses. his hair is shorter, all mussed up with delicate precision. half-done button-up shirt, tight pants, glossy shoes—you're gritting your teeth.

"who's dying first: you or suguru?"

shoko's leaned over the marble bar, long hair pulled back in a clip. she's cradling a cigarette between her fingers, exhausted but tipsy enough to hide it over against your wound demeanor.

she reads that ugly look on your face, then turns over her shoulder. you can't believe she laughs when that familiar, lanky body comes into view.

"how was i supposed to know gojo would be here?" she replies unenthusiastically. there's no way satoru didn't notice you two here, but you can tell suguru is trying to keep him at bay—perhaps he didn't even know. actually... scratch that. suguru definitely knew.

and it's such a slap in the face because you were sober. it's been two weeks since you crawled in toru's bed. no contact was going beautifully.

"suguru, then. got it." you deadpan, steely eyes cold and harsh as they bore laser beams into satoru's shadow. he's hunching down, talking to some strange girl with a hand on her shoulder. suguru's laughing next to him, no care in the world.

you swallow down the rest of your bitter drink, gulping it twice to quell the aftershock. then, you slam it down on the bar next to shoko, hands shaking as you storm off to the bathroom.

lucky you—it seems like he didn't even notice you. in the oddly pristine bathroom mirror, you're avoiding your ruffled reflection at all costs, hands wet and shaking as you strain and work at your ring finger, trying to rid the evidence of satoru's ring from your skin.

it wasn't even your size—the ring was his grandmother's—but you loved it. he never asked for it back after signing the marriage away, so you kept it—not as a sign of love, but one of wealth and purity. it's a small, priceless ruby rock blending in with your dark outfit seamlessly.

there's no way you drank enough to be struggling and shaking like you are, but not even wetness from the faucet could make it slide off of your hand. it gets stuck at the worst moment—you feel like you're gonna hyperventilate.

just as you feel the metal start to give, the unmistakable creak of the bathroom door renders you silent and still. you're too on edge to look behind you, shaking like a candle in the wind as it draws shut. the lock clicks.

"crazy running into you here." satoru's voice—the one that haunts your dreams—splashes over your back like ice water. you sputter. "it seems like every time I've seen you since, you've been drunk... or high on something. I don't like it."

"i-i-i'm-i'm not h-high." you stammer, squeezing your eyes shut in meek embarrassment. "you s-should leav-leave."

"well, i locked the door... i'm sure we have a few minutes to ourselves." he coaxes, deep voice sweet and tempting as he gives it to you. you're finally able to look up at the reflection, fire spreading through your veins at the sight of him this close. you can't see his eyes under his dark glasses—thank god.

you hope he didn't notice your shaking hand covering the ring.

"you stopped calling me..." he muses, closing in on you and the water-stained sink. you're starting to sweat with nerves, thighs buzzing in anticipation as his heat grows unbearable. "and showing up. made me worry."

"i can't keep running back to you when I need sex. it's not right."

"but, you know i can give it to you exactly how you need it." he whispers, the front of his toned, hard body pressing against your back. you let your head hang, embarrassed that you aren't pushing him away and running for the hills. no, you relax under his touch. your hands fall.

between the kisses satoru is pressing to your neck, he notices the small shine on your finger. your jewelry reflects the light, and you wear a lot of it. most of the silver bands and diamond bracelets were from him, but that ring on your finger...

he reaches out, snatching your hand in his grip. under his glasses, his eyes are wide and focused, gaze quivering like he's staring at his demise.

you choke in surprise. "what?!" his grip is tight, your fingers flex and strain in his hold, heart falling when you realize what he's fixated on. "l-look, I just had it o-

"why did you start wearing it again?"

it's an odd question, but satoru knows you took it off the day you left him. he kissed it the night prior once you tucked into bed—there's no way he'd miss its return. for some reason, this gets him going. his blood pressure rises. seeing his family ring on your finger felt like a leash and collar keeping you connected forever.

his guts swim.

"i-it matched my nails. stupid, i know-

he shuts you up, bringing your spindly finger to his lips. he stares at the pristine, spotless glimmer against the hue of your skin and the shine of water, and just can't help himself.

he leans in, closing his lips around the ornament like he was trying to suck it off.

you feel so trapped, his free hand is crossing across your tummy, thick forearm flexing as you wiggle. you claw at the meaty flesh on his arm, head falling back into his chest.

you hate how good he feels. you hate the security of his body pressed to yours... you're so ashamed, you wish this ground could open and swallow you whole.

[beast3end]

Happy birthday, my dear~

Summary: You were born as a soul jam for Virtue. You are their friend, mentor, and guiding light. You are closer than any other of the Virtues. You are the light, and they are your protectors. Characters: platonic!shadow milk & reader; platonic!burning spice & reader; platonic!mystic flour & reader; platonic!eternal sugar & reader. WC: 2,5k CW: gn!reader; there may be mistakes in the text because English is not my native language; light of knowledge!reader is very chatty; light of Change!reader is a bit toxic; Silent Salt will be added after their release.

The general beginning:

For the first time you wake up in someone else's arms: the heat scorches your cold body, and a quiet whisper penetrates into your very core, resonating, filling to the brim.

A figure made of the purest light is smiling — you can feel it because thin lips are touching your… body. Or something that can be considered one.

You don't remember anything, you're the snow-white first snow on the mountain tops: just as untouched and innocent.

But you know that this is not a kiss — life itself is being breathed into you.

"Nice to meet you, my dear," a voice sounds like the tinkling of bells. "I hope someday you will find the strength to forgive me. This is the best uniform I could make for you."

You want to reassure her that everything is fine. You can't move to stroke her warm light. You're shouting that you're not mad. But nothing works. Her don't hear you, or maybe they just ignore you. You can't understand — you can't see someone else's face.

"You will become a companion and a support for one cookie. Lead them by lighting their way with your power—don't let them get lost in what awaits them."

You swear, but your oath hangs in the air, unheard.

When her palms approach the baking tray, you see them: have cookies, sleeping peacefully and waiting in the wings. Four of them are decorated with large stones that began to twinkle and hum more and more the closer you got.

You got it.

You're just like them.

And you are destined the last cookie, still deprived of stone, future light.

It's like love at first sight.

Your body is heating up more and more with every second, now not you who's being burned, but about you. The impatience to cling to someone who would become your legs and arms almost sizzled inside you.

"Happy birthday, my dear light ◆◆◆◆◆◆…"

Shadow Milk:

Before he saw the other Virtues; before he heard the voice of the Witch of Life… His consciousness is shuddering from your excited voice, shouting "hello!!"

It was the speedrun of Virtue's acquaintance with his soul jam, congratulations to him.

He quickly realizes what it means to be a Virtue of Knowledge. You're quite talkative.

No, it's not like that.

You literally won't shut up.

"Shadow, what is this?" "Shadow, what do you think, how to do this?" "Shadow, why do they do it this way?"

Probably, if you had been in the wrong hands, everything would have ended badly. The same Burning Spice is not very patient — Shadow Milk has more than once caught moments when he openly cursed with his souljam. But he's not like that! In fact, being a Fount of Knowledge, he was delighted with your every question. You knew how to find a gap in everything and turn everything upside down.

Shadow Milk is a curious cookie. Curiosity was baked before he was — after all, how else can you gain knowledge without having an ounce of curiosity? But you're literally on another level. Maybe it's because you're not a cookie; maybe it's because you're the purest quintessence of what he's supposed to bring to the world. The question that was just beginning to form on his tongue, you already voiced it as if it were your breath.

Sometimes even the night itself wasn't a hindrance to you. You buzzed and scratched his mind from the inside, your insistent whisper of "Shadow, Shadow" pulled him out of the world of dreams.

"What is..?" "If we burn circles of filling, limiting and drawing mana from the moonlight on the bottom of the jug, we can make the jug fill on our own, but so that the contents do not spill out from the edges?" "There is only enough space at the bottom of the jug for two circles…" "And if we combine circles of restriction and mana drawing? Half of the symbols echo each other, and they also have a similar energy flow structure!" "…" "…" "It's useless, but let's try" "Yay, yes!!"

Without waiting for dawn, the Fount of Knowledge went to the library. He was looking for books that could be useful, and you remembered every article about double magic circles: how they work, what needs to be considered, how it affects the effectiveness of the spell.

Shadow Milk hated the session season as much as the students hated them. But he had one advantage that they didn't have: you.

"I don't know who wrote this nonsense, but he clearly has the brains of a chocolate frog." "Who do you have to be to confuse the circle of teleportation with the circle of summoning? Brave! Instead of escaping, this cookie will be able to throw her Pokemon into danger." "I don't know what kind of potion this cookie was trying to make, but it's tea. Shadow, don't laugh! It looks like tea, smells like tea, and I'm sure it tastes like tea too!.. Are you seriously drinking this?!"

The longer he lived, the more authoritative his words were. Every year, fewer and fewer cookies appeared ready to challenge him — they simply retreated, admitting defeat in an argument that had not even begun. This annoyed Shadow Milk. It annoyed you.

In the end, you were the only one who dared to try to change his mind about one thing or another. It wasn't always successful, but sometimes you won over him!

Eternal Sugar:

You didn't talk to her right away.

When Sugar of Happiness asks itself, "How can I make cookies happy?" you ask immediately, without hesitation, "What would make you happy yourself?"

Sugar of Happiness doesn't know. She, who had just been born, born for the mission of making others happy, did not know what happiness was.

"It's okay," you reassure her in a soft, warm voice. Your voice is gentle and caring, like a cloud of cotton candy, and Sugar of Happiness feels the anxiety dissipate in an instant. "We can figure this out together. Step by step. That's going to be our priority right now, because only a happy cookie can make everyone else happy, right?"

And that's how your journey began.

You pulled her along to meet the sunset on the hill. You offered her to try every food she could lay her eyes on. When you saw how some cookies taught young cookies to draw, you pushed her to test themselves in this.

Not every one of your ideas was successful. During some classes, the Sugar of Happiness fell asleep, she didn't like something else, and in the third she just couldn't see what you saw. And with every failure, you felt as if a crack appeared on your body, even though it wasn't.

"We've just wasted our time…" you muttered with guilt in your voice. Instead, you could have tried to find something else that would definitely make Sugar of Happiness happy! "I don't think so," Sugar of Happiness herself sings with a smile. "After all, we realized that it doesn't make me happy, right?"

In the end, the first thing that finally aroused interest in Sugar of Happiness is playing musical instruments. She was especially good at lyra. Sometimes she would sit in the town square and gather a crowd of cookies listening to her play. And you… as if under hypnosis, you started singing.

When this happens for the first time, Sugar of Happiness feels the lightness in her dough, as well as the warmth curling somewhere in the center of her chest. You notice it right away. Now, every time her fingers pluck the strings of the lyre, you sing. Only for her.

When the Garden of sweet Delights is ready, you congratulate her. The first step in realizing your mission has been accomplished. Now it's a small matter.

You are surprised to notice that Sugar of Happiness imitates you: she greets each cookie with a gentle, gentle voice; she helps each one find something to do in the Garden that makes the cookie happy. Someone likes to take care of flowers, someone likes to bake, someone has a rich imagination and a silver tongue.

She gives her all for the sake of others, stopping only when you insist on rest.

After all, Sugar's of Happiness mission is to make cookies happy, and yours is to make Sugar of Happiness happy.

Mystic Flour:

While the other Virtues managed to establish contact with their soul jams, you remained silent.

Mystic Flour felt your invisiblepresence. The power that you shared with her when she fulfilled the wish of another cookie was warm. But this feeling you of watching and studying her froze her fingers so much that sometimes she couldn't even bend them.

Anxiety ate the Mystic Flour from the inside out: don't you accept her? Maybe you're not rejecting her completely just because you two are connected because of the witches.

On the other hand, you were… at a complete loss.

Mystic Flour was a kind, gentle, and generous cookie. You, who were born as a guiding light for her, were just a ridiculous flicker of a candle. Flour itself was the light that one could blindly follow.

But at some point, it became impossible to remain silent. The cookies that followed her sometimes annoyed you with their frivolous desires. This time, as many as three of them clung to the Mystic Flour at the same time — everyone was sure that it was he who should be listened to first, and the rest could wait.

Mystic Flour stood and watched the growing dispute, anxiously shifting her gaze from one cookie to another. It was at this moment, when her discomfort level began to go through the roof, that she heard you: "Straighten your back and lift your chin higher. Relax your shoulders and don't look into your eyes, look at they forehead. It'll make you less nervous. And then tell them to calm down, otherwise none of their wishes will be fulfilled."

Your voice is clear and unbiased. Maybe a little commanding, but firm and confident. This confuses her even more than the scolding of cookies, which is why she follows your instructions without a second thought.

"You should remember," you continue when the situation has calmed down. "These cookies have come to ask you for a wish, not the other way around. You have the right to refuse the stupid, you have the right to ignore the overly arrogant."

You weren't very talkative. You only made yourself known at certain moments, giving advice on how to behave to Mystic Flour in certain situations. Sometimes meager praise was what Flour expected when she did what you were just about to ask.

You realized what your mission was as a soul jam. You were supposed to be the inner core of the Mystic Flour. Make the right image out of her soft dough, so that they can't look down on her, and send her to the oven so that this image doesn't crumple under the impact. The main thing is not to let her lose this kindness and sincerity.

"We should make a temple in the mountains," you insist, when Mystic Flour chooses a place for his temple. "The higher, the better. Maybe then there will be fewer fools, and there will be more worthy fulfillment of desires. Let them think whether it's so important in the face of a ladder of a thousand steps."

Burning Spice:

The way you first made yourself known was not by talking. At that moment, there was a battle going on against the monsters — Burning Spice was trying to protect the village that sheltered him and the rest of the Virtues. He was about to strike with a parashu when the ground beneath his right foot changed, turning into quicksand. Before he could react, he stumbled absurdly, and a second monster flew over his head, which he did not notice, and bit the neck of the one Spice was going to cut down.

"Oh Witches," your doomed voice rang out, full of suffering. "My cookie is an idiot!"

Any one of the Virtues, watching they friend, was sure that he did not get along with his soul jam at all. Every time he addressed you, it was more like an endless, incessant argument.

It's not just his fault. You've been adding fuel to the fire too. "You can't really protect yourself." Your voice is mocking and snide, Burning Spice is sure that if you had a mouth, you would have bared your teeth in a wide grin. "Then how are you going to protect others?"

He had to listen to it after every battle, when he returned with serious wounds, and sometimes even almost crumbled. Stupid, weak, stubborn — you hit his sore spots with a vengeance, picking at the wounds and penetrating under the crust like the most terrible virus. He didn't want to admit it, he hated to admit it, but you were right.

Hard training wasn't the only thing he did. He fought tirelessly every day with his only opponent, you. And this battlefield was different from the battles against monsters. You didn't try to hurt him, but every little victory you win is a humiliation for him.

When a small stone falls on his head, the impact is stronger than it should be. "What is it?" you giggle when Burning Spice tries to lift that stone, but it doesn't work. "You don't have enough strength? And I said that you need to develop fine motor skills!" "How is this related?!" "You'll spend a couple of weeks modeling clay and you'll understand! Or you won't understand—I just remembered who I'm talking to, haha!"

Burning with rage and indignation, he follows your words — he must prove that your words are utter nonsense! But time passes and Burning Spice realizes that the parashu begins to feel different: he feels where it is more convenient to grab so that the base does not slip, as well as how to keep the balance of the weapon. His movements become clearer and his punches more precise. It makes him even angrier.

Damn clay modeling!

One day, his patience bursts like a soap bubble. He bites you. Trying to bite through, well, or at least cause just a small crack. Anything! Instead, he feels you vibrating against his teeth because you're laughing. "Oh witches, what are you trying to achieve?!" you scratch somewhere inside him, testing how much he will last. "If I could be broken so easily, I would have already broken, considering how often you fall!" "And for who am I falling?!" "I'm developing mindfulness in you, since the witches have deprived you of brains! Since there is no strategy when you rush into battle, then be kind enough to at least pay attention to the situation around you!"

When the first temple is being built for him, you are silent. Burning Spice feels his dough itch with a sense of emptiness: he was so used to your caustic comments that the silence seemed uncomfortable. Unpleasant. Alien. He never contacted you first—it was always you, your advice, and your jabs at his weaknesses.

"Are there any complaints again?" snorts Burning Spice, leaning back against a pillar. You don't answer. "Hey? Knock knock, is the splinter in touch?" You're still silent. "If you answer me, I'll jump out of the window."

He always knew that even though you were like that, you were worried about him. You expressed it in her own way. Your banter has always been aimed solely at making him stronger. And if you were too soft… he would just brush off your words.

"Have pity on the poor cookies," you say without enthusiasm. "Anyone is traumatized by the sight of some fool jumping out of a fourth-floor window." "It's the first time you've been silent for so long." "I was thinking." "About what?" "Perhaps my presence is no longer necessary. Maybe you can handle it without me now."

There's silence at first, and then Burning Spice laughs, loud and raucous, so that it takes his breath away. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life!" You hum in displeasure on his chest. "If it wasn't for you, I would have turned into crumbs back then, on the first day of our baking!"

You're silent, now considering his words.

"This temple was built for me. What do you think?" "…I think it's too luxurious for someone like you." "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You're mumbling awkwardly. Burning Spice can feel the warmth spreading through he body from the dough touching you. "Congratulations, Spice. You've grown a lot during this time and you deserve it all."

[masterbuilderintern]

To really get to the meat of this whole forgiveness thing, I want you guys to ask yourselves, "Would I think this way if this character were a man?" when you try to critique a female character like Harumi

I don't wanna label all Harumi haters as misogynists, there's real reasons to dislike her! I totally understand! But the way she's criticized compared to other characters like fucking RAS is ridiculous and you're not subtle

And to project this hatred, whether valid or not, onto another character who would NOT act that way, is annoying

Lloyd is a really patient and forgiving character, including to people who don't deserve it. Harumi objectively should not be friends with Lloyd because of the way she hurt him, even if she's over her grudge, it would be best for the BOTH of them to shake hands and move on from each other. And Lloyd would totally let her go if she proved she wouldn't hurt anyone else like that, it's not the first time the ninja have let this happen

The NINJA, not just Lloyd, have let villains go under the impression they've learn their lessons, despite what they might have done! Doesn't matter if what they did was less or more than what Harumi did; redemption is not foreign to the story of Ninjago, and it's crazy to draw the line at Harumi

Like nothing she went through excuses what she did, but I feel like y'all also just forget what she went through when ragging on her like this. Read "Garmadon Rulez!" sometime for fucks sake

[hysterical-honey]

Heaven

Heaven - Bitter:Sweet

Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader Ao3 Word Count: 1,231 Summary: Down on your luck, you've been desperate for employment, and Steve Raglan has been doing his best to help you to no avail. Tws//: 18+ ONLY, Reader is AFAB, Reader uses she/her, Age Gap, Age difference, Power imbalance, Divorced DILF Steve Raglan, Reader is in her 20s, Misogyny, Takes place in the Early 2000s, Steve is a thinly veiled jackass sorry not sorry, Girl failure reader, Sex fantasy, Sexual Tension, Hand kink, Mentions of masturbation and fingering. A/N: I genuinely don't know what possessed me to write this, but here we go, gang. Also, the cologne mentioned is Mackie for men by Bob Mackie. Chapter one build-up!!

Ten months, nineteen days, eight hours, and seven minutes have passed since you were last employed and left practically desperate for work.  Anyone else would have given up on you by now—frankly, it's a wonder Mr. Raglan hasn't forwarded you to another caseworker, another poor soul to dredge through your resume and smile stiffly through those inevitable words.

'I'm not really sure how to help you, dear...'

The sentence you've come to dread, repeated until it led you here to your current career counselor's office. Steve Raglan—a man you've met quite a few times before, the only counselor persistent enough to keep offering help, arranging various interviews that proved fruitless and ended in rejection. Each subsequent reprint of your resume meant more time at the local library and, more recently, in his office. The warmth of printer paper once brought comfort before this last year's events; now that subtle burn only solidifies the countless rejections.

The office sits silent except for the buzzing fluorescents and the coffee machine's soft drumming. It's early—you arrived at 6:00 AM sharp, just as always. Mr. Raglan's office carries an oddly nostalgic scent, like a church basement kitchen after Sunday morning breakfast, only muskier, without lingering peppermint oil and cinnamon vanilla. Instead, fresh cologne lingers thickly, as if he'd doused himself before every appointment like a teenage boy. The combination is smothering, though you never comment.

Mr. Raglan's brow furrows, his expression twisting as if pained, while crow's feet crinkle and a pout breaks across his face.

"Is everything okay?" The words escape with worry you can't suppress.

Breaking the silence, your question draws his pout into a polite upturn as your eyes meet.

"Hm? Oh, sure... just looking this over..." He trails off, though, he isn't reading anything as his eyes return to the off-white and black lettering. He's read it countless times by now—the changes you make are always insignificant, little things he mentions in passing.

Steve knows the truth, though he'd never say it to your face: there isn't much of a case to work with. You're a lost cause. Employment simply isn't your bread and butter. You might as well get hitched while you still can and pump out a few kiddoes who may prove better at cultivating careers than you are. If Steve were a different type of man—a mean one—he'd recommend exactly that.

He has no clue how to break the news, how to explain that he's run dry once again regarding your ‘career counseling’. It's almost endearing how hard you try without success, nearly out of rent money and barely able to afford the county library printer—hence using his instead.

Steve genuinely feels for you. A strange affection has burrowed into his heart, though his grace can only stretch so far. His eyes drift from the papers toward you for a split second while you fidget nervously despite his assurance that everything is fine. Your gaze falls to his hands, watching dorsal muscles contract and flex under tight, wrinkled skin, observing how his fingers turn each page, how he sometimes wets his pointer finger with his tongue when pages stick together. You probably don't realize he notices the way your eyes linger.

What you definitely don't notice is how his eyes linger in much the same way.

Steve Raglan is a busy man—a busy divorcee with a grown child and an empty suburban home, a job he neither hates nor loves, along with ‘other’ obligations. Despite this, like any man, he finds himself under desire's timeless weight: fist tight around his stiffened cock, pumping and gripping, fondling and gasping for someone he knows he'll never possess.

You.

A twenty-something, barely younger than his own daughter. He often wonders what your father did so wrong to raise such a woman—a pretty girl with obvious potential, yet he sees how you peer away and shy from his gaze. Your lack of confidence bleeds through so profoundly that you might as well be a crime scene of social ineptitude.

A lost cause.

A selfish distraction.

It eats him alive, stringing you along because of his superficial attachment, yet he does it anyway. Here you sit in his office, studying his hands like a Victorian witnessing an exposed ankle. Do you wonder what it might feel like to have them wrapped around your throat, as he does? To feel the thick meat of his pointer and middle—maybe even ring finger—carve into what he imagines to be the tight heat of your wet cunt?

Another break in the silence, you clear your throat, and it snaps Steve from his dirty, ridiculous ideals. He begins to read the useless paper once again. 

* Attention to detail, technologically savvy, prefers night shift…

Oh, he might be the inept one here, not you.

"I have an idea..." He catches your attention as if it had ever strayed from him. It was something you’d heard from him a thousand times before, but the follow-up was new. "I have an... off-the-record job opportunity."

That makes you pause, eyes narrowing, cheeks a bit warm suddenly. Perhaps your mind wandered slightly, flicking from his lips to the cheery disposition he kept over that critical eye.

"Off the record?" You parrot back, almost scoffing out the words.

"Yeah, you know, a personal type thing—I have a...buddy—"

"Mhm,"

"Owns this old place out on the south end of town, you know..."

"Uh-huh..."

"Night shift security pays...terribly, and the hours are worse, but it is something," he says optimistically, his voice straining with the effort as he makes a subtle hand gesture.

You're giving him an odd look; he mirrors it. 

"Oh—sorry," you snap out of that stare, a fake little smile stretching your pretty face. 

"Just...I've never worked a security job. Do I need any certifications or training, maybe?"

"Do you know how to open a door, click a few labeled buttons, and work a flashlight?"

"Yeah..."

"Then you'll be peachy-keen, sweetheart." Steve leans back in his chair. The hinges protest with a loud creak. "I'll say first," he continues, "it's a pesky gig. High turnover and all, but it could be a good fit." His voice carries a more playful tone. "All you need to do is tidy up a little, make sure nobody breaks in, and don't fall asleep on the job." 

"What kind of...place is it?"

"That old place on the south-end...uh..." He'd get up quickly, earning a squeak from that poor chair's hinges. Rummaging through filing cabinets as if he didn't know precisely where the cream-colored folder was. "Fazbears," he drags the title out in a very sing-song manner as he finally finds it. Mr. Raglan pushes his glasses up his nose with his knuckle as he looks through the few papers with what seems like mild intrigue. The file is thin, and the paper is almost yellow rather than cream.

"Oh! The pizza place?" You hadn’t heard anything about that place in forever, you can still recall the shutdown day being all over the news. Your mother taking all the merchandise and shoving it away into some tote out in the garage. 

"Where fantasy and fun come to life!" That sing-song tone persists; it makes you smile more genuinely. You’re sure Steve Raglan must be a saint. Despite how messy everything is, how difficult this job search has been, you have hope for the first time in a long time.

[miasiegert]

I am so thrilled you got to see the show and what an honor to get these compliments on the costumes! Collin (Skimble) got very, very sick so Austin covered. We love the Fulton so much, we overnighted 5 unitards (and one warmer set) even though that was outside of the contract. I'm not sure which day you went but there was some overlap and with equity rules, fittings must be scheduled in advance so although he has a Skimble unitard, Austin might not have been able actually put it on for the song. Song pieces, yes, but unitard, no. Ultimately though, equity is great as it protects the actors! We are all for equity!

We'd absolutely LOVE to see your fanart if you draw Jenny. I was really proud of the tap suit. This was one of the rare times I frankensteined a costume. I found an Akira fringe jumpsuit that retails for over $300 USD but it was with its 2nd owner and very damaged so I snatched it up at about $70 including shipping and the costume department took our specialty fringe to mix in so she'd have tiger stripes and leopard spots. It's VERY subtle but the tiny details change things. David pulled the Beetle coats. That is such a tricky number and Spike/might have been covering Tumble that show is only 16! Jonathan was in it a few shows and is only 18! TALENT!!! I think Buckets went on too and she's so good!

I hope I can answer a few questions or fill in some gaps (and I have to skip a lot because otherwise that'd be major spoiler risk). HEADS UP that there might be LIGHT spoilers so if you're planning to see the show, SKIP THIS PART PLEASE! Idk unless you love spoilers?:

Don't ever feel bad about forgetting things! That happens sometimes when you're caught in the moment. and honestly you noticed a LOT!!! For "Moments of Happiness" it's very theatrical and staged differently than any other production. What gets me is when Will Mann breaks for a moment and cries because he feels so betrayed by Grizzabella.

Jellicle Songs... Mungo's part... that is cat-parodying a part in Michael Jackson's "You Wanna Be Starting Something." That's why older people in the audience were probably laughing extra hard there.

Mungo is canonically bi in this version and absolutely likes Tugger. He also is a himbo and misses the point nonstop. The "Cook" in Mungo and Rumple is Jennifer Coolidge. lol

Gus/Pekes and Pollicles is a HUGE favorite and done by James Patterson, the last Tour IV Munkustrap. He is HARDCORE. We LOVED designing this number and he improvises a bit each show. The peke/pollicle/guard dog masks were SO hard to source but I found a wonderful leather mask maker who, by fluke, was having a clear out sale!

We sewed the Tugger costume from scratch, coat included. That was REALLY hard...

I teared up with your compliments on the Macavity costume. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. None of you know the backstory, because I'm getting old, but when I was a Superfan, I designed that costume for myself and was told, "It's absolutely impossible to create," "It's a bad idea," "you can't have an open coat be fitted like that." I had zero confidence so I shut down and put my design away. In our first meeting with The Fulton, the assistant director mentioned Macavity is a very important character to him and they wanted something special--and I paused then asked did they have a moment... we saved a red faux snakeprint leather from what would have been about fifteen years ago, untouched, and I pitched the design, mentioning influence from Dante from Devil May Cry but mostly Sisqo's stunning coat in the "You Are Everything" video Dru Hill did--an iconic outfit with the sleeveless trench, the hat, the glove, the pants--and it was greenlit on the spot. We did the gusset corset backing and sides, hand-sewed red spikes, sewed on leather trim, everything. Brian is the sweetest man alive and TERRIFYING as Macavity--he is so expressive. There's a neat trick where besides Jack in the Box, if you look on the scaffolding, Macavity's ALSO there with the huge storm.

And yes, you were correct--Macavity fights Bombalurina and uses some of his magic on her.

I got lost but seriously, thank you. Bottom of my heart. That means *everything* on such a personal level and heals so much in my soul for the Macavity costume comments. You literally have no clue. I'm not joking that I'm teary-eyed right now.

Also fun fact: Macavity is always played by literally the NICEST person in the cast by far.

I'm so glad you loved the twins! They're SO imporant in this production and are meant to be Deut's Guards--Cori representing the sun and Tantomile the moon with their collars as they're very ethereal. They are some of the few cats with breeds as they're meant to be lilac point Siamese cats. Cori's note is that he HATES being touched. He is VERY offended. Full disclaimer that we knew Tracy and were friends prior to production because David worked 6 weeks on Anastasia with him so we knew we'd love the twins extra hard in advance out of bias... at the same time, they deserved it. They're SO good.

Everything cool i can recall from Cats at the Fulton :3

Before jellicle songs for jellicle cats:

-There were thunder sfx and lightning effects, and before the show started there was an announcement about "hazardous weather"

-After that, the show opened on Grizabella walking around through various set pieces and rubbing against them. There was a magician's box (No idea what it's actually called) that had Griz and Misto's names on it, which kind of implied that they used to have an act together

-Eventually, Griz opened a large trunk on stage and took out her dress, which she wore for the rest of the show

Jellicle songs for jellicle cats:

-Can't remember too much unfortunately, i was honestly still just trying it get myself to fully realize i was actually there lol

-During the chorus, in the part where the boot usually falls and the singing pauses, they instead had Mungojerrie go off and do his own solo while everyone stared at him disapprovingly until he stopped and they could finish singing, which i thought was really funny

The naming of cats:

-Super intense, just how it should be. Lottsss of eye contact

White cat dance+invitation to the jellicle ball:

-Not much specifically to say, but the actress who played Vic was fantastic. Sososo fascinating to watch from the perspective of someone who has never done ballet in their life lol

The old gumbie cat:

-INCREDIBLE. OHH MY GOD I LOVED THAT NUMBER SO MUCH

-One of the BEST Jenny costumes EVER imo

-They had her be a sort of ex-showgirl, and had a set of curtains come in to give her a different background for her tap number.

-Her song outfit was gold and super sparkly and soooo fun to watch while she danced

-Honestly i need to draw that jenny at some point i loved her so much

The rum tum tugger:

-Such a fun number to watch, and SUPER interactive with the crowd

-Tugger flirted a TON with the people in the front row

-During the chorus of his song, they had Mungojerrie in with all of the kittens, and he had another solo bit similar to the one he had in jellicle songs for jellicle cats. I literally can't remember anyone else who was in the kitten group lol

-They gave the "terrible bore" line to Tantomile and Coricopat, but whateverrrr man. they had a bigger role in this version anyway, so it made sense.

-Honestly the whole number was just super extra, juuusstt how it should be :]

Grizabella the glamour cat:

-Not much in specific I can remember, but the Demeter from this show has an AMAZING voice. Actually gasped when she started singing.

Bustopher jones:

-at the beginning and end of the number, Bustopher rode in and out on a little car. In the middle/end, he stood on the hood, and sang from there. I'm also pretty sure Bombalurina was on the roof of the car!

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer:

-All of the lights shut off when the other characters ran offstage, and Jerrie+Teazer came in from the sides and shined flashlights through the audience while giggling

-Plenty of fun choreo in this number, they really managed to get the characters personalities to show!

Old deuteronomy:

-Uhhhh i don't know dude. i forget 😢

-tugger and munk sang from the platforms+back on the sides of the stage which was cool i guess?

-sorry i genuinely don't remember anything :(

The jellicle ball:

-I said it before, but the whole cast were such amazing dancers, it was sooo fun to watch!!

-Tugger and Bomba danced together most of the time, so tuggerlurina enjoyers do with that what you will :)

-some time around the beginning Tugger yelled "Party time!!"

Memory (Medly):

-not much to say

-The Griz from this version has an amazing voice dude. sooo pretty

The moments of happiness:

-GOD I REMEMBER NOTHING I'M SORRYYYY 💔

Gus the theatre cat+Pekes and Pollicles:

-Jellylorum was super sweet <3

-The pekes and pollicles bit was in place of Growltiger, and had Gus play the rumpus cat

-the flashback sequence was super funny, and kind of painted Gus as less of a respectable actor, and more of a super pretentious guy who considers himself a good actor

-He spent a bunch of time interacting with the audience, asking if they'd seen him as various roles in various plays which were all titled as some sort of cat pun version of famous plays/musicals

-Honestly though it was such a treat to watch, and a really fun interpretation of Gus that i never really considered before！

Skimbleshanks the railway cat:

-the guy who played Skimble actually wasn't there, so his understudy took over, and so instead of it being sung by skimble, it was sung by Alonso in overalls

-Honestly though it was kind of weird seeing that number being sung about a guy who was clearly NOT skimble

-Don't take that as me not liking it though!!! It was such a good number!!!

-During the song, Skimble jumped into Coricopat's arms, which Coricopat was very unhappy with lol. He ended up dropping skimble, who was completely unphased and just kept singing. what a joyful guy.

-Tugger was getting super into to the song when they were all laying on the floor :3

Macavity the mystery cat:

-he started by jumping out of a jack in the box!!!

-The moon in the background turned red, which was a nice detail

-Such a gorgeous Macavity?? he did not need to be that pretty /hj

-I actually cannot stress how much i liked that Macavity costume.

-The song itself was sung sooo nicely :)

-They had most of the girls on stage, not just Bomba and Demeter. I know there were 8 of them in total, and besides Bomba and Demeter i can remember Jenny and Jellylorum in specific, but i know there were more of them

-During the fight scene, Tugger tried to kidnap Bomba, not Demeter (I THINK, i'm not fully sure of this part)

Mr. Mistofelees:

-WOW

-Great conjuring turns, my moms couldn't stop talking about them lol

-during the chorus, after old deut is brought back, there were a bunch of balloons that the cast members tossed into the crowd, and were incouraging people to bat around.

-I had full cat makeup on at the time, and the woman playing Bombalurina smiled at me :)

Memory:

-Grizabella sang from on top of a jack in the box, the same one Mac came out of

-SO beautiful oh my god

-i stopped breathing during the chorus omfg it was so beautiful

-RAHHH I LOVE MEMORY RAHHGHHGHHHH

Journey to the heaviside layer:

-Old deut started by pointing to jenny and gus and asking the rest of the tribe which one they thought should be the jellicle choice. They all shook their heads for both of them, so he asked them who they thought it should be, and they all pointed to Grizabella, which was so cute <3

-They had Griz get into a roller coaster car and drive off. there was a projection of a roller coaster on the back wall, and when she eventually went off stage, an animation played of her car going along the coaster and eventually flying off towards the moon

-a little detail i noticed was that Macavity was actually watching this number from the very top of the back scaffolding :3

The addressing of cats:

-I. i literally can't remember anything from any of Deuteronomy's songs. what the flip.

-I think it was pretty good tho!

Extra bits that i didn't know where to put:

-GOD i loved the Tantomile and Coricopat from this production. So gorgeous. So so so gorgeous. oh my god i loved the,

-I loved the use of the scaffolding in the back, as well as the platforms on the sides. having people up there during the parts where the whole tribe is together really did a lot for the overall affect

Okay, that's it!! sorry if this had the most booty ass grammar ever, i am NOT editing all of that lol. This was literally the highlight of my whole year, i was shaking from excitement the whole time <3

Such an amazing production, such and amazing cast, and such and amazing experience <3

[erinwantstowrite]

i've spent almost five hours on this WIP and i'm alllllmost done i think but i have to wait until tomorrow to try and finish it </3

[nox-in-a-box]

I was gonna do some serious sketches but got silly with them as usual...

[wanderer-clarisse]

... and he was eager moreover to discover all that he could concerning Mankind. He it was that first met Men in Beleriand and befriended them; and for this reason he was often called by the Eldar Edennil, 'the Friend of Men'. (Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth)

(partially inspired by this)

[cardo-de-comer]

ms paint :/ i don't have energy to draw in photoshop like normal so i just opened ms paint big brain moment and below is just some dumb memes

and absolutely cursed thing to end this post - Imri without his helmet. god knows how those curls fit under it

[divine-draws]

Take me to the docks, there is a ship without a name there And it is sailing to the middle of the sea The water there is deeper than anything you've ever seen Jump right in and swim until you're free

[gretagator]

Hi

[arthursfuckinghat]

I just realised I completely forgot to show my finished Arthur cosplay so here!!

You can find the process of me making the hat here! Everything including the hat and the materials was purchased second hand and using things I already had (the rope, jeans, journal, neckerchief, etc) so it's a very budget cosplay but I think it turned out well! The total came to about £45, there's receipts here if you're interested <3

[thebrainrotsreal]

FINALLYYYYYY. My guys of the jury, this has a tracked 30 damn hours and boy does it feel like it. ANYWAYS, I return for more AU shenanigans because Get Redeemed Loser AU lives in my head rent free. Felt like a nice way to experiment with more vertical style comics? Which is SM EASIER TO PANEL THAN CLASS LAYOUTS. I get why they're so much more common nowadays. Comic,,, so satisfying but at what cost,,, i'm tired. So proud of the top half tho :3.

Okay back to AU brainrot, Mark and Wasp fighting over one of their core differences! I think this is early in their relationship where Mark still thinks Wasp can at least understand what it's like being Nolan's son, only to get smacked in the face with how pride Wasp holds in that title. Anyways, look below to see my suffering made into video.

local artist redoes like 4 damn panels 8 bajillion times and screams into the sky ♡ also if you want fic of this au you should read the fic that @avisisisis wrote about it, ooooo you wanna read it so bad, it's good :3