#sorry the id is so long just for some scribbles :(

[simonrillleyyysss]

Hiii

I was wondering if you could write a smut with Simon Riley where the reader is feeling hella insecure because she doesn't look like the women in porn videos? Like she's got a bit of chub and her body type just isn't what Simon gets off to? Like a bunch of comfort and body praise?

If not, totally understand and feel free to ignore <3

ask and i will deliver,sorry for how bad this is writersblock go brrooombrooooomnm

“Say it.”

The blonde behind you ordered, thumb circling around your puffy clit—watching your eyes fall shut and lips open, inhaling shaky breaths. His freehand was groping and digging at your inner thigh, keeping the plush from slamming shut.

“Si—Siigghh.. I’m—I’m..”

Huffing out a heavy breath,he pulled you back against him; watching you in the mirror with subtle awe—you were gorgeous, how could you be so self-depreciating? You’re fuckin’ lying.

“I can’t—S’not true..”

As soon as you said that, he pulled his thumb away and watched you cry out in frustration, withering into a slump beside him, staring at the man.

“But—S’not true, Simon!”

“Yeah? Yr’ not cummin’, then. Simple as that.”

Simon carelessly laid back on the bed, sitting with the bunched up pillows propped beneath his head; rubbing and fisting at his sweatpants to ease his boner, glaring at you with stern unease.

“Why’re y’insecure? Yr’ gorgeous, if y’werent, I wouldn’t be gettin’ hard anytime I see ‘y.”

“I don’t—I don’t look like..The girls in the videos.”

When you sniffled that out, he immediately scowled and pinched your calf, sitting up to look at you headon, shaking his head.

“And? You look fuckin’ better. Id rather shag my bird than some trashy pornstar.”

Sniffling, you leant forward to rest against him, his hands gently sliding up your sides—pressing soft, calculated kisses and bites to your neck, kneading at your breasts without any shame, feeling your breath hitch for a moment.

“You’re perfect.”

A pause, and a few hiccups.

“..M’perfect.”

“Perfect, goodwoman.”

Within seconds, he was crawling to rest between your thighs, kissing at the soft chub of your pretty tummy, coercing your thighs apart with a hand; he looked so ethereal there, heavy lidded eyes looking up at you like you were gods gift, lips pursed as he splayed gentle kisses to your cunt, your heart pounding in your chest as he licked a long stripe up your dampening folds.

“What did we—What did we go over?”

Simon asked—Well, mumbled, burying his face between your cunt and sucking, tongue flickering up and down, savouring your taste in his mouth.

“M’—Oh, god..M’perfect n’—Hmn..And I—Nn’ I deserve t’cum.. Please Simon..”

Smirking, the fairhaired individual ate your cunt like his life depended on it—Two fingers sliding into your tight hole and curling ever-so-slightly upwards to hit that gummy spot, making your eyes roll back and slam shut, and back arch up and off of your bed.

The knot in your stomach tightened, orgasm pending so quickly that you could barely process it; fingers digging into your blankets with heavy pants, his tongue making soft scribbles on your sensitive clit.

“Caannt—Ohmg..Can’t hold it back—Simon..”

Your pleas made his cock harden, fingers increasing in speed as they thrusted into your cunt eagerly; his eyes shutting as you let out a soft squeal, thighs trembling as your orgasm hit your limp body, the man between your thighs made a soft humming sound as he lapped at your cunt like an eager dog, before pulling back to look up at his gorgeous girl.

Rough, calloused hands moved to rest on your stomach—thumb brushing over the plush skin with adoration, your cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, drool almost rolling down your chin, it was shameful, really!

“Fuckin’pretty girl.”

“My prettygirl.”

[non-plutonian-druid]

look guys i actually did some spirit designs

[ID: the Hargreeves' spirits in the Paranatural au - or at least, the five of them that are kids in this au.

Luther's is an ape that looks like his body from the comics. Diego's is a creature that looks a bit like a small porcupine. Allison's is a large snake with its mouth duct taped shut. Klaus' is a blue raccoon with three eyes and a pink tail, and Viktor's is based off of the White Violin from the comics, except its head transforms into reaching arms. End ID.]

sorry, the ID got REALLY long this time. that's a summary for anyone scrolling, theres a more detailed one under the cut!

[ID: Luther's spirit is labelled First Simian In Space: THE MARTIAN APE. He looks like the ape that supplied Luther's body in the comics, drawn in the paranatural style; blue, with one eye. He is wearing an astronaut helmet and sitting in a coin operated rocket ship that is much too small for it. He has transformed the world around him into a scifi martian landscape; cardboard standups with doors and lockers scribbled on them are the only indication of the real world. Luther is sprawled on the ground staring in shock, while the Martian Ape says "Y'know, you should totally just kill your dad".

Diego's spirit is a very small creature that looks a bit like a porcupine.

Panel 1: Diego holds his spirit in his hands and says, "So, what's your name?". His spirit responds "I am called..."

Panel 2: A caption appears; Projectile Extraordinaire: KRAKEN. The image is in full color, focusing on Kraken, which glowers cutely and shows off her spines.

Panel 3: The same shot as panel one, except Diego now looks very skeptical. He says "..." and then "Why." Kraken responds "It sounded cool."

Allison's spirit is a giant green snake coiled around a tree branch, with a pattern down his back that looks like open mouths.

The first two images are centered on Allison, who is scowling in both. Someone unseen says "It can force people to do things, honey!" and "It's too dangerous to leave you alone with it." and finally, "So we fixed it."

The final image is of the spirit. He is captioned Muzzled Mind Controller: THE RUMOR. His mouth has been duct taped shut. He does not look pleased.

Klaus' spirit is a blue raccoon with dark purple legs and a fluffy striped pink tail. It also has three eyes.

Panel 1: The large colored closeup of Klaus' spirit. It is captioned Mystical Conartist: THE SEANCE.

Panel 2: Klaus asks it "With a name like that, what's your power?" The Seance, its nose just high enough to fit into frame, replies, "Oh, I can sense ghosts"

Panel 3: Klaus looks supremely unimpressed. In the background, a ghost says "Hi" to Allison and Luther, and they say "Oh, hey" back.

Panel 4: Klaus asks, "Seriously?"

Panel 5: The Seance, viewed from above, says "Hey, I can sense them even when they're not visible! Like behind walls and stuff!"

Panel 6: The Seance adds "Also I can float." It is demonstrating, floating about eye level with Klaus and emitting a cloud of cyan spectral energy as it does so. Klaus looks more pleased with this and says "Okay, that one's pretty good."

Viktor's spirit is a Wight, a spirit so warped by rage and pain that it has permanently been changed, its spectral energy has become white, and has gained massive, devastating power. It looks a lot like the design of the White Violin in the comics, but it manifests too many or too few arms from where its head should be.

There are three images of it. In the first, it is kneeling. It has manifested six arms in varying degrees of completeness, and all of them look sad.

In the second, the matter of its head has split into many small pieces that almost look like parts of mouths, save for two clawing hands. It screams, in the Wight spirit language from Paranatural, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME.

In the third, the largest, its knees buckle as it stands and manifests one reaching hand. It is captioned Violent White: THE WHITE VIOLIN. End ID]

[sakasakiii]

hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??

i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe

HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖

now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.

i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:

Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔

Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl

Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?

Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!

Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha

just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇

these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!

For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe

YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎

[earth2rin]

SHITTY TAMAKI

bakugo katsuki x support!femreader

fluff, bakugo being bakugo, support course reader :)

i have been thinking about this for a LONG time but i suck at writing so it’s a little ficlet for you guys lol

also just pretend hatsume is a year older LOL

~

bakugo was fuming. he had just gotten his gauntlets fixed from the last round of training with the big 3 (tamaki had used his giant octopus arm to smash his gauntlets causing utter destruction to the devices.) and here goes stupid tamaki, once again, using his octo-arms to smoosh the damn things. bakugo quickly ended the battle by lunging on the poor boy and pinning him down to the ground.

and now he was on his way to the support class to ask hatsume to fix his shit. he flings the door open and his eyes search and search for hatsume.

instead he sees you. a girl with a long braid and in a welding mask.

“where the hell is hatsume?” he grumbles. you look over to him, lift the mask up and give him a gentle smile that made him weak in the knees.

“im sorry, what was that you said?” as you tilt your head to the side, your eyes so wide he swore he could see his own reflection in them.

his throat runs try, he clears it and replies, “where’s that pink-headed freak?” he says much more clearly.

you chuckle and turn to look at the clock behind you. “her and maijime-sensei went to go showcase some of her support items. she has to go big since this is her last year here at u-a. they should be back around 3.”

“so then who are you?” he blurts and immediately regrets it but you let out a hearty laugh and his nerves ease.

“dont you know? why im only hatsumes protege.” you say wiggling your eyebrows. he lifts a brow and then rolls his eyes and you can’t help the smile on your face.

what an odd girl he thinks and shakes his head.

“did you need something?” you query tilting your head to the side.

he needed you to stop looking at him with those damn puppy eyes or else he’d be nothing more than a puddle soon.

he sighs and places his gauntlets in front of you. “shitty tamaki ruined the damn things.” he says as he rubs his temples. you nod at him and inspect the damage.

the way your thick brows furrow and plush pink lips turn down in a frown has his stomach doing somersaults.

“yeah these things are done for, i’m gonna have to make a new pair. i can’t believe you guys smashed industrial grade steel.” you chuckle as you grab a pad of paper and begin sketching the new design of his gauntlets.

he watches you scribble on the piece of paper over your shoulder, uncharacteristically quiet, awestruck by the way your face contorts in different expressions as your brain process things.

he was also quite confused at the fact of how he had never seen you before. surely he had to have seen you at one point. after all you were in the support class and there had only been a handful of teenagers in said class. he never saw you in the hallways either, nor cafeteria, so how the hell have you managed to sneak by all this time? bakugo was no good at names but he sure can remember a face after seeing it once, but he could not recall yours.

“so, the ones i just drew are a little different from your old ones. first, these ones are the same metal but a lot thicker, id like to see how these hold up about a month from now if you don’t mind. i also got rid of the handles because let’s be honest, those were just for decoration, there really was no need for those, they were just a hinderance. i also-“

yada yada yada was all that bakugo heard. he was absolutely enamored by you. the way you’d nibble your glossy lips while concentrating, the way your nose would scrunch when you changed your mind, the way your beautiful hair framed your face perfectly. gosh were you a sight to see.

“so whaddya think about that?” you smile at him catching him off guard.

he stumbles and straightens up. “um yeah that sounds good or whatever. whatever it takes to beat that damn food eating freak.” you laugh and nod, telling bakugo he can be on his way now.

he couldn’t wait to pick up his gauntlets when they were ready. only because he needed the damn things, certainly not because he wanted to see you again.

[lost-tardis-room]

please tell me all about in the blood (no pressure, i am genuinely interested though!!!!!!)

AHHAHHAHHHHHAAAA YES OKAY THANK YOU ELI

OKAYYYY SO in the blood, doctor who extended universe book, i think it takes place pretty soon after the Silence in the Library arc cos that's mentioned quite a bit, and Donna's husband Lee (who was, i may add, i think going to be canonically trans but they weren't sure how to show that in a split second without it being confusing but he's trans in my heart) from the simulation is on Donna's mind a fair bit so my guess is it's pretty soon after that ANYWAYS, fairly standard doctor who plot, big problem with technology and people on earth and of course it's because Aliens. specifically its that internet trolls are dying and ofc The Internet gets worked up about that, but as more and more people start venting their anger online everyone gets more and more angry and they become hysterical and sometimes die. which obviously is a big problem they have to solve, i won't give away the plot but its fairly average dr who stuff.

BUT. OHH BOY THE CHARACTERSSSSSSSASASSaSSASaSAS i mean i love ten & donna anyways but they are written SO WELL like SOOOO WELL it's SPOT ON and it's so perfect because they do the same things they always do - the doctor is fully prepared to die (well. very painfully regenerate) just as he always does and uhhh actually maybe it's better if i take pictures there was a lot of frantic margin scribbling & underlining hehee

uhm. spoilers below. and very long post

my handwriting is nigh-on-illegible here i know but it says 'she remembers the Arachna-things [one google search later - Racnoss] from the Runaway Bride she knows he has killed people & that people get killed around him but... [long pause here as i thought of what to write. how do you justify that? greater good?] yeah i can imagine it really is easier to not think about it'.

this is just such an interetsing thing that they couldn't have shown in the show right, you can't show 'she didn't even really like to think about it' visually with the same impact. but like.... yeah. she saw him kill all the racnoss & still travels with him. moral grey areas flawed characters but.... the companions must do some serious mental gymnastics NOT TO MENTIOn the Doctor coping mechanisms or lack thereof.

^^but then there's this!! the hope!! he really can't stand people dying even when he is surrounded by it!! he has to hope!!!

^^ platonic doctordonna moment!!!!! i love them so much heheeee but also Lee.... oughhhhh

^^ SUCH A DOCTOR MOMENT he HAS to carry on for the sake of THE WORLD even when it means Donna is at risk

^^handwriting id - 'see THAT is such a Doctor moment - just like ' 'yeah i knew for ages', lied the Doctor' - he doesn't tell people things b/c he doesn't want to upset them & he hopes that if he doesn't mention it it wont happen. if you see your own grave you have to be buried there etc. & it's maddening for everyone but also kinda tragic'

the doctor was hiding that what Donna thought was going to fix the problem wasnt going to work b/c then she's get upset & angry, which spacey stuff blah blah is whats currently killing people - but Ten (teh Doctor in general) does this A Lot, not saying everything he knows because he thinks it's going to upset/panic/hurt people/

^^ THIS!! he needs his best friend!!! without saying anything & over the phone, Donna can tell!! ajsnjansh i just love them so muchhhh

^^ (they were back in london in present day) the Doctor feels guilty about pulling Donna from her normal, safe life, even though like she wanted to he probably couldn't have said no to that if he tried - and putting her in mortal space danger - but also completely removed from her normal life. she doesn't live like Clara, who fits weeks of time travel in time to show up to work, she's missing out on Normal Life. she's not at home. Sylvia knows she wont be staying for dinner.

sorry a lot of this is kinda depressing BUT i promise you there are joyous bits too! the Doctor is canonically a Kate Bush fangirl!!! and donna has to stop him drinking coffee cos he'e hyperactive enough as it is lol. and -

hehe

[riddle-me-ri]

hi if its fine with you id like to request riddler with an artsy s/o and like theyre suffering artblock so they do a painting of him (he finds it sweet)

can be any riddler of ur choice and i also prefer gender neutral but if u end up writing fem i dont mind!

have a good night/day

-anon

A/N: aahhh that’s meee…this request resonates with me so well as an artist that suffers from art block or a chronic victim of endless reference scrolling to where I get lost saving references for everything but what I was looking for rip…only for me to settle and just draw Eddie from different media lol. And I'm so sorry ahead of time this got ridiculously long, I got really carried away and was having so much fun with the idea rip. So sorry for the length!

Riddlers React to Reader’s Art of Him:

Arkhamverse Riddler:

Edward always appreciated your capability to occupy yourself. While he was busy plotting, building, and scheming…you were sketching, collaging, and painting.

Of course, until one unfortunate day. Nothing was coming to you. You’ve just about drawn and sketched every riddlebot, every henchmen, and you even started scribbling question marks all over the pages…wait…what? Ugh. 

You needed to find a new muse. Anything…anyone…well there was one person you haven’t painted yet. 

However, you knew you wouldn’t be caught dead with your supplies in his workspace. The minute the paint spilled on the floor or god forbid you put your eraser down and it disappeared among the chaos. 

You grabbed your phone and began scrolling through your phone. You’ve taken enough candid photos of him, surely one of them would spark your interests. Your artistic eye landed on one such photo. Edward was smiling in this one, it was when he first got one of his riddlebots to work. Quickly you took to sketching the thumbnail for the portrait. 

There was knocking on the door. 

“What is it, Y/N! I’ll have you know I am very busy!” Edward was already raving and ranting before he even opened the door. 

“I-I know, Ed! This’ll only take a minute, please?” You begged, grinning your teeth into a smile as if you were trying to coax him and he was in front of you. 

Edward opened the door and looked at you. “Well? What was so pressing, you had to–”

You pulled the canvas out from behind your back. Edward was stunned when familiar green eyes met his own. 

“Y-Y/N…w-when?” He reaches out to grab it, but you quickly snatch it back. 

“Uh-uh, not with those filthy gloves. Take them off!” You ordered. 

Edward groaned annoyingly, but took them off whilst rolling his eyes. His eyes came back to the painting however as you let him hold it. 

Ed allowed the smallest grin lopsided along his face. He looked surprised, almost mesmerized…he was happy. 

Of course, that window of vulnerability smacked close the instant it let just the tiniest bits of light in. 

“Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less considering you had the most ideal subject to work off from.” 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, well the moment was sweet while it was there. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

Edward was practically the perfect subject for a life drawing. He had his usual comfort positions whenever he was enthralled in any of his usual activities. Which made him sit stable in one position. Whether that was playing games online, reading the paper and doing the crosswords, or endlessly scribbling away at his ledgers. 

You both mutually respected each other’s creative spaces. Not allowing one or the other to look unless invited. You rarely saw what was in his ledgers (you doubt you’d ever get the chance to) and you equally rarely show him your sketchbooks. 

It couldn’t be helped though. He was just too adorable. His small little smirks, his round cheeks, and pretty eyes. He was the best subject…not to mention he was always so still. 

You caught yourself staring glances of him at that moment. He was writing and typing away about something. Probably jotting down some riddles or puzzles of his own. Meanwhile you were steady sketching and erasing away. 

Both of you lost in your own little worlds. 

You didn’t even realize how much time has gone by or how Edward was all of a sudden in front of you. 

You jumped back in shock, curling your arms around your sketchbook to shield its contents. 

“Oh…sorry…I-I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

You sighed. “It’s okay, just lost in the zone for a minute.”

There was a moment of silence as Edward decided to take a seat next to you. You were pondering your next move, but maybe it would be a good step towards moving your relationship forward. 

“W-Wanna see what I’ve been working on?” You offered.

Ed’s head immediately picked up. “O-Oh…uh…y-you don’t have too if you’re not comfortable.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” You handed your sketchbook to him. 

He glanced his eyes back and forth between you and the sketchpad. He slowly gripped it with a soft excited smile on his face. You shrugged in on yourself, hoping you made the right call. 

“W-Wait…” He gasped. “T-That’s me? You drew me? Just now?” 

“Ehh…more like the past hour and a half.” You chuckled nervously. 

“I-It’s great…I-I’m f-flattered even. Is this how you see me?” Edward was beside himself. He usually can’t stay looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing his inner self-loathing grow and spread from the inside out, but…but he liked this Edward, the one drawn by you. 

You nodded. “Yeah. It is.” You put your hand on his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. You gave him a small side hug and a kiss on his cheek. 

Gotham Riddler: 

You were probably the only one in the whole precinct that actually enjoyed his ramblings and absurd amount of info-dumping. He was too animated to ignore and he made for the perfect drawing subject when you found yourself stuck on what to draw. Thankfully, he’s usually too lost in his thoughts and verbal vomit to pay you any mind to you doodling away. 

Until today anyway. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Huh?”

“I’ve noticed that while you are actively listening to me talking, and I do appreciate you actually paying attention…I’m curious to what you’re also doing while I’m talking…” He stammered. 

Well, you weren’t prepared for that discussion. 

“Oh, uh…well…I-I’m actually drawing you..” You answered. 

The room was silent. Edward was prepared for every answer…but yet not that one. 

“I-uh-oh...um…wasn’t expecting that.” 

“Did you think I was taking notes?” You giggled.

“Err…actually I thought you were just keeping yourself busy cause…I thought I was boring you.” Edward admitted. 

“What? I don’t find you boring at all. Look!” You quickly handed him your sketchpad before any other negating thoughts came to his head. “I love listening to you, and watching you speak. You’re so animated and brilliant and I want to capture it...or try to anyways.”

Ed’s eyes lit up at you mentioning him, in a positive light. No one’s ever referred to his ramblings as…animated and brilliant before. “C-Can you show me? T-The drawings of me?”

“Oh, uh…” You seized up, the amount you’ve actually drawn finally dawning on you as probably reading on borderline creepy. However, he wasn’t going to believe you unless you showed him the proof. 

You quickly handed him the medium sketchpad before you had time to refuse. 

Ed’s eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. He immediately recognized himself, he could almost recall the conversations. He found himself softly chuckling at the small footnotes to what he was saying beside the sketches. 

“D-Do you like them?” It seemed silly to ask, but you needed vocal affirmation to the silly grin on his face. 

He looked up at you, completely bewildered but extremely giddy. His smile was stretched across his face, no doubt the biggest smile you’ve seen from him. 

“I-I-I love them…they’re great! Y-You’re incredibly talented Y/N…”

“Nah, I’ve just got a great subject.” You nudged your shoulder with his. He returned the sketchbook to you. 

There was another moment of comfortable silence until Ed stole glances between you and the sketchpad. 

“What is it, Ed?” 

“Well, I don’t want to start sharing until you’re ready!” He grinned. 

You smiled back but quickly plop down on your seat and grab your graphite pencil. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

BTAS Riddler: 

You were way too focused. After months, almost years of drawing Eddie, you were confident enough to pull off this decent sized portrait of him. He’s been your whole world for so long, he occupied a lot mroe of your thoughts than you cared to admit. Although, there was nothing wrong with showing that appreciation. 

You were too excited to wait for his birthday or Christmas or Valentine’s Day. You just wanted to give him something, plus drawing and painting him help broke you from your art block the past few weeks. Seeing his adorable face slowly come to life on the canvas, you even amazed yourself at a moment or two. 

It was the hardest secret to keep until you finally were ready to reveal it to him. You two just had a fun date night. Everything was perfect, and the mood was just right. Love, passion, and tenderness flowing between the two of you. 

You’re reminded yet again, just how much you love and adore this man. He leaned down to kiss you when all of a sudden you remember your portrait drying in your studio. You gasp which shocks Ed but you tap his nose and tell him to wait in the living room. 

He quirks a curious eyebrow at you but stays put. 

He’s shocked when he sees you carrying something almost as tall and wide as you behind your back. You pull it out from behind your back, a thin protective sheet of paper still covering the art. 

“I-I made this for you, Eddie.” You said softly, handing him the canvas.

“D-Darling..you…you didn-” When he pulls the protective back, he’s in complete awe. He finds himself breathlessly chuckling. “I-It’s me?”

“Of course it’s you, there’s no one else more handsome!” You went up and kissed his cheek. “Do you like it, Eddie?” 

“I-I-I’m in awe, I love it…You’re so talented, my dear…thank you.” He kissed your temple in return. You grabbed his chin and leaned him down to properly kiss you like he tried to do before. 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

Now, this asshole…he’s surprised you weren’t already drawing him. Like what better muse do you need, Y/N? He’s right there! He knows how much you love his face, the way he grins, his expressive eyes, and even more intricate and expressive hand gestures. You don’t say it but he can see it in your eyes, you don’t hide your obvious attraction to him well. 

However, you still sketch away even while rolling your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it (and as much I, too, hate to admit it) the smug bastard was fun as hell to draw. His face was so pudgy and he was able to do certain expressions you haven’t seen before. 

“Why don’t you ever ask me to pose for you?” He teased you. 

“Because quite frankly thinking of painting you like…uh…French girl, doesn’t sound amusing to me.” 

Edward blinked at you in disbelief. You found yourself succumbing to your chuckles at his displeased expression. 

“Now, you and I BOTH very well know, that’s a lie!” He crossed his arms defensively. 

“Is it?” You challenged. 

Edward nodded. “You may not think it, but I’ve seen you draw me before, and even I have to admit, you capture my essence pretty well.”

“Does that essence portray a conceited dickhead?” You asked. 

He narrowed his eyes at you. 

“I’ll take that as a no…damnit guess I’ll have to fix those..”

“C’mon, Y/N! Just this once!” 

“Are you paying me?” 

“What? NO!” He laid down in front of you on his side on top of the thankfully empty coffee table. “I should be offering payment for my services, but this will be a freebie.”

You found yourself reeling your eyeballs back into your sockets. After more minutes of bickering you conceded and painted the egomaniac. You tried to stay focused no matter how often he kept teasing you with winks and kissy faces. 

When you flipped the canvas around to show him the final product. You made sure to steady look at his face. He may be a conniving manipulator, but if he was pleased or surprised he couldn’t hide it. You found yourself grinning, as his mouth opened to a soft “oh” shape and his eyes were widened. 

“Well, what do you think?” 

Somehow hearing your voice snapped him out of whatever thoughts he was having. Gone went the wide eyes and speechlessness. 

“Well, I mean..it is amazing, but then again your subject matter is pretty incredible…”

You snatched your supplies and started storming off.

“Hey! Come back! It looks good! You even got my eyes right this time!” 

“Oh fuck off! I never screw up your eyes!”

“So you do stare at me?”

“Ugh!” 

Twojar Riddler:

Just call him the David to your Michelangelo. You would never outright admit it but it was pretty clear to the two of you that you had a mutual appreciation for the other as muse and artist. Whenever you had a slow art day or when you weren’t getting any ideas, Edward was usually always free to stand in as your art subject. 

Almost too willing some times, even suggested it on days you were doing well enough on your own. Although it never hurt to practice more life and anatomy practice. Edward would very much prefer it was HIS anatomy as opposed to anyone else’s. 

One day, you realized that you never actually truly painted him. It was usually just quick thirty minute or sometimes an hour long sketching sessions. He was always pleased with whatever you drew, sometimes teasing you where you tend to mostly put your focus on when drawing him. Whether it was his face, his hands, or chest. 

Regardless you wanted to wow him at least once with your skill. Lately you’ve been pulling out the paints again. Ed noticed but never mentioned them. You were thankful for, you wanted to be able to get better at the medium before putting your favorite subject to the test. When you felt like you painted everything under the moon and began running out of ideas to practice on…you felt like it was time. 

“You want to paint me this time?” Ed asked, wearing a white dress shirt with barely one bottom button barely buttoned. He also wore some dark green slacks. 

“Yeah, thought I’d change it up a bit. I’ve been practicing with the paints for a minute.” You explained as you set up your easel and paints. 

“I’ve noticed, you’ve picked up on it rather quickly, not that I’m surprised.” He grinned. 

“Well, hopefully, I can impress you instead.” You chuckled as you finally took a seat. 

“You always impress me, dear. I always admire you and your craft.” 

You smiled softly at that. You shook your head to get rid of the blushes coming to warm your cheek as you began to focus. 

It took an extra hour and a half than you liked. Edward occasionally talking to make conversation. You two never sat well in silence and oddly enough, these were the few intimate moments you got to catch up with one another. 

“Well, darling?” 

“I-I…well…”

“I won’t move until you’re certain.” 

Your heart swelled at his commitment. “You can see it, Eddie…” 

It was eternity for him to go from his sitting spot to your side. You didn’t miss the small intake of air and the wide smile on his face. 

“Well?” 

“I-It’s outstanding…y-you’ve outdone yourself my dear.” He complimented. 

You couldn’t resist the squeals of excitement that came out as you wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. “Thank you, Eddie! That means a lot!”

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

It wasn’t unheard of that there were slow days at the office. Much like this one dull and dragging Wednesday evening. After all your spring cleaning and organizing your office space was done, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to pull out your sketchbook. 

Usually Ed had the door to his office closed, but since he likely was not expecting any new cases today he decided to leave it open. 

After scribbling some random faces and various shapes to get the drawing muscles warmed up, you took a glance into Edward’s office. 

You haven’t drawn him yet. Sometimes you’ve caught Harley or Selina waiting and got to draw their faces. Every now and again you got to draw the clients that came in. Better still, there were a couple cases Edward required your artistic skill to draw a possible person of interest or whatever descriptors a client may have to help him go off of. 

You liked those cases best, they made you feel good like you were actually helping Ed and not just his book keep. 

You started sketching out your basic shape and guidelines. Stealing the glances of Edward like a kid stealing cookies from a jar. Just to make sure Ed didn’t have the slightest clue to your creative activity. 

“Well, Y/N. I guess it’s time to call it a day, I suppose it was a good day to–Y/N?” 

“Yes, sir?” You looked up and almost jumped from your seat when he was in front of you and not in his office. 

“What were you doing with your spare time?” Ed smirked. He looped around the edge of your desk to where he was beside you. 

You didn’t have a chance to explain it before he saw the drawing of himself. 

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie…I-I don’t mean to freak you out, I was just…didn’t know what to draw and I’ve never drawn you before…”

Ed scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me, this looks amazing, Y/N. And dare I say, extremely flattering too.” He winked at you. 

You gulped the slowly suffocating and growing lump in your throat. “I-I uh..t-thanks, Eddie.” 

“Thank you…come on, let’s get out of here. Perhaps we can discuss future art projects for you in the future with yours truly.” 

Young Justice Riddler: 

If you could say you had a number one fan of your art, it was Edward. You could doodle a tiny smiley face any child could draw and he’d absolutely adore it. He adored your sketches of the teammates, or your landscape studies of different places you guys travel too for the Light. 

One day on such a trip, you found yourself at a complete loss. You didn’t feel inspired to draw anything, and you wanted to draw. It always helped pass the time on these trips. 

You looked over and saw Eddie busy typing away on his PC. No doubt doing research for this upcoming mission. A lightbulb went off in your head. You quickly started sketching him, your heart every now and then skipping a beat whenever he smiled at his screen. You were thrilled he hasn’t spotted you yet, it gave you all the motivation to get it done as quickly but accurately as possible. 

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were in here!” 

You looked up and your eyes met warm brown ones. You quickly glance back down at your pad and back at him just to see if they are any more details you needed to add. 

“Oh hey, Eddie! Yeah...I-I’ve been in here for a minute.” You chuckled. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He took a seat next to you. 

“Well, because I wanted the chance to draw you!” 

“D-Draw me?” He even pointed to himself with his thumb to get double affirmation. 

“Yeah! Look!” 

Edward took the sketchbook in his hands and his breath was immediately taken away. He saw himself in black and white on the paper, yet…it was how you saw him. You somehow drew the confidence he struggled to find in himself…onto him. 

“Is, is this how you picture me?” He asked softly.

“Yes, babe…that’s you.” You smiled. “I’m kind of impressed with myself. I captured your sweet smile I love. I got your eyes just how I like…it’s all you, and everything I adore about you.” 

Edward found himself chuckling. "I-I…I love it, you make me look…how I want to look like.." 

You put your head on his shoulder. "You already look that way to me." 

You kissed his cheek, giggling as his face started to blush.

Telltale Riddler: 

God, it was so damn difficult and intimidating to impress him in any and every possible way. 

However, you knew Edward had an appreciation for the arts. Thankfully you were artistic, and he seemed to enjoy the little still lives you drew. Giving you the smallest nod or the lowest of satisfied hums. 

Well, what was driving you anxious now was how he’d react to this portrait of him you did. You had a major art block and wanted to paint human figures for once. It made sense to paint Edward considering how long you’ve been with him…however predicting his reaction was nerve-wracking. 

Would he like it? Would he just give you pity comments but totally roll his eyes at it? He’d probably comment about how you had better things to do with your spare time. 

However, you knew he would have questions to what has kept you so busy the past couple of weeks. While he was tinkering away in his hideout. You occasionally reached out periodically but mostly stayed in your apartment. You invited him over for dinner so you can unveil your painting to him. 

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?” As soon as dinner was over, Edward didn’t beat around anymore bushes. 

“Well, you were asking what was keeping me so busy. I was working on a little project, to surprise you with…” You tried to swallow down the lump of nervousness in your throat and slow down the anxious pacing of your heart. 

“F-follow me.” He followed you down the hallway and to your little studio in the room right across from your bedroom. 

The painting was covered with a protective thin sheet over it. You went to the side of it and with a quick breath your snatched it off. 

It was a mid-waist portrait. He was in his Riddler get-up, the hood was down, but his eye mask was still on. He held his staff in his hand and leaned it against his shoulder. 

Edward was speechless. He was hardly ever speechless…so you weren’t sure if that was exactly a good or bad reaction. Eventually the quiet was eating away at you. 

“Edward?” You asked, slowly dropping the sheet from your hands. 

“I-I-I…” He finds himself flabbergasted. No one’s ever done anything like this for him. The only pictures of him are either from mugshots or wanted posters. Pictures of him were usually videos or images of him in mid-heist. 

“This…this is very impressive, Y/N. Is this what kept you busy these past few days?” He was steady staring at his portrait. 

“Y-Yes…I wanted to surprise you with something, and I’ve always wanted to try my hand at figures.” 

He looked over at you and grinned. “You certainly did that, you surprised me and impressed me. If you ever wish to…draw from real life…feel free to bring your supplies to the hideout. Just as long as you clean up and keep up with them.” He winked. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

Hmm…just one more little line here…erase that guideline that was still there.

"Hey, Y/N! What're you drawing this time?" 

You had your supplies all lined out on the living room table. You had your artboard in your lap with your sheet of paper. You were drawing while waiting for Edward to come home. 

"Oh…just this really handsome person I know. I see him every day and yet I never thought to draw him. It was the perfect way to break out of my art block!" 

He was hanging up his suit jacket, hat, and mask while he took in everything you said. Yet it just now registered to him as he started walking towards your makeshift work station. 

"W-wait what? You drew me?

"Well I'm glad to know you know it's you." You chuckled. 

Edward leaned over the back of the couch and looked over your shoulder. 

“Whoa…you weren’t kidding.” He mumbled.

“Why would I kid you? Do you like it?” You leaned your head next to his. You could feel his smile stretch to scrunch his cheeks. 

“I-I love it…I look amazing! W-Well I mean..you drew me amazing..I’m still just me..” He chuckled. 

You giggled back, turning his head to the side, you leaned in and met his lips with yours. “I love you, and I drew you as I see you. You’re always amazing to me, Eddie.” 

He smiled back at you, with the most loving eyes imaginable. 

“I can keep drawing you, if you wish. If that’ll make you believe!” You nudged his shoulder with yours. 

He laughed. “I don’t know about that but I do know I like the idea of being your “go-to” muse.”

[adoretbz]

[3:41AM]ㅤjake x gn!readerㅤ|ㅤgenre: fluffㅤ|ㅤwarnings: noneㅤ|ㅤwc: 0.6kㅤ|ㅤnote: writing this while i also drown in agony because of exam week :’) 

your eyes get a little blurry as you try to read the sentence again for the nth time. looking down on your notes, you notice that they’re mostly just scribbles and some letters have gotten off the line. yep, you’ve reached your limit and you’re completely dozing off from the lack of sleep you sacrificed to study for the upcoming exam.

a part of you wakes up when you hear your phone buzzing loudly as the only sound in your room. it actually took you a while to find it because you hid your phone in one of your table’s drawers, so you won’t get distracted while studying. you see the caller id, jakey the best bf 💘. in any other day, you would smile upon seeing him call but you were dead tired to even react or feel anything from it. but you still swipe it to answer because you always answer each other’s calls like a habit or like a muscle memory to your fingers.

“i already told you. no calls when i’m studying. you know i have an exam tomorrow morning.”

“i know. i’m sorry. but, can you come out of your apartment for a second?”

jake’s voice was certainly the opposite mood of yours. from his voice, you can already picture him smiling widely. in fact, he is. while his hands are occupied with his phone and a filled plastic bag, his feet are tapping the ground and stretching up slightly.

you furrow your eyebrows, trying to connect the dots. “are you here?”

“yeah, i am. i’m waiting outside. come quick. i brought you your favorite snacks.”

this gets you springing up right from your seat to your door in a second. when you went outside of the building, you see jake standing right in front of you with his free arm is extending out to invite you for your favorite hug. both of you were smiling and giggling like it was each other’s first times again. you walk up slowly to him then sink yourself in his embrace.

“how’s studying?”

“it’s hell. not everyone’s as smart as you.” you playfully hit his chest and he chuckles in response.

“you know i would help you if you let me, but you insisted on doing it on your own. so this is the least what i can do.”

the least? this was a huge help to you and it was the best part of your day even if it hasn’t even started yet. you want to shower your boyfriend with every compliment you can give but you settled with a most sincere “thank you.” you stay in the hug a little longer, relishing in his warmth that you missed for what felts like days. jake let you stay like that as long as you want, giving you light pecks on the top of your head from time to time. the two of you stood like that for a while until you pulled out from the hug first.

“now go eat these first before you go back studying again but i definitely recommend to sleep.”

he hands you the plastic bag and gives you one last kiss. the two of you wave goodbye and you watch him go to his parked car before walking back to the entrance of your apartment’s building.

“text me when you get home!”

“sure! text me also when you’re about to sleep!”

you shout to each other from a distance. it was past midnight so it was really quiet except for your voices. you definitely need that energy boost from him and jake’s always willing to give it to you.

[blueberry-gills]

Hello!

I'm Gillian. Long for Gill, I guess? Any pronouns work for me, but I like He and She best! I'm a student at Blueberry Academy out in Unova! It sounded like everyone was signing up for this site suddenly, so I pitched in! Hope I don't regret it.

(//Card credit goes to peachiehambo!! And here's the Picrew Link!)

Here's my Trainer ID! Hope you like it. Uh, you can ignore the scribbles!

Anyway, I really like battling, but I'm no good competitively. I just joined the BB League! Which is, ah, cool. Hope I don't mess that up ^^

If you ever see me in school, feel free to say hi! I'm always down to talk- and battle, maybe! Um, what else can I put on here? I like hiking. My life goal is to see every type of Alcremie out there. I don't know what my goal is after that?

Oh! I guess I can talk about my team! That's what people like to do, right?

Sugar (Alcremie) - Sugar's my Alcremie! I caught her last year. And I've sort of...fallen down an Alcremie Raboot hole, if you couldn't tell ^-^

Spice (Flygon) - I also caught Spice last year! He loves flying around, picnics...sandwiches...and causing earthquakes! Kind of a problem :/

Locke (Klefki) - Locke steals my keys and locks me out of my dorm. He's a menace, only satiated by sweets/j. Most of team is, actually...now that I think about it...anyway, he's a darling!

Key (Toxtricity) - Key's one of my first Pokemon! She loves to play her bass organs thingies. I'm learning guitar right now to try and duet with her!

Salt (Garganacl) - Salt's one of my other first Pokemon! I got him and Key at the same time. He's one of those strong, silent types...but I think he likes me! I hope so, anyway. I. I hope.

Pepper (Scovillain) - She either loves me to bits or eats my bedsheets. It depends on the day. I adore her regardless <3

~Other Pokemon I own, just don't battle with!~

Sizzle (Salandit) - I received her from another Trainer on here! She's my hiking buddy, and is an absolute joy!

Baryon (Seadra) - Another child! She likes swimming around in the Costal Biome and watching video documentaries with me.

Junebug ("Volcarona") - Uh. I met her after drinking a mocktail! Very long story, I'm not sure if I'd explain it all here...Anyway! They're a Volcarona! Not. Not anything else. 👍👍 yeah

Pelipper Mail is ON, Magic Anons are OFF, and Musharna Mail and Malice are both ON!

(OOC Stuff under cut!)

Hello! @skrelpson back at it again. This is the blog of like...a half-insert? If such a thing's out there lol. Also uh! Still working out Gill's design! So if the card changes every now and then it's because I'm chronically indecisive oof </3 Since this is a Roleplay blog, keep in mind there's a heavy unreality warning for the entire thing!!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! I am a minor, as of writing this. I'm also just generally uncomfortable with that subject matter. If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that 😎👍

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but if it doesn't jive with what's going on, I'll ignore it. Nothing like...i dunno, wildly offensive? No gore, explicit things, etcetera!

This is a low stakes blog! Gill isn't out to save the world or endanger himself. She just wants to hang out and keep her grades up yknow

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-semitists...etcetera...

Really sorry if I'm weird with reblogs/communicating! I'm god awful with online interaction, so I like to schedule posts so funny post button doesn't give me anxiety. If I take a bit to reply, it's because I'm working up a good response! >:) ooor I haven't seen it yet that one too

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Just indicate which one are which, please!! Not just the emoji or whatever ;_;

That's all! Feel free to talk to this little guy about anything. I'm not very good with intro posts sorry ack

also get playlisted

[fuckmeyer]

i can't help but imagine that scene where bella lies about her ID and charlie fishes it out of his pocket as an overly long gag kind of thing. like she lists documents that get less and less official but he always has it hidden in some random pocket. she tries to say she used a loyalty card from some kebab place in phoenix and he just sighs as he plucks it out from behind her ear

[ref: Come Nightfall, Ch 32: Postmortem]

omg anon this is hilarious. love it. i'm using this as a prompt

*

“We need to talk about what happened.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry for leaving,” I said. This was probably my millionth apology since I got back, but frankly, I didn’t know what else to say. “It was awful timing.”

Tired, he spoke in a voice just above a mumble. “You left with a note saying you’d be spending the night with Alice. The night. Singular.”

“I know.”

“You didn’t leave a number. You didn’t answer your phone. You didn’t call. I didn’t know where you were or when—or if—you were coming home. You’re lucky I asked around before I started a manhunt. I’m your father, Bells. You can’t just skip town in the middle of the night.”

“It wasn’t my intention to just leave and never…” I bit my tongue, recalling the tearful goodbye letter I’d scribbled to Charlie on the way to Sea-Tac. Plan B , Alice called it. “I… um… I got super sick, it freaked Alice out, so she—”

“Sick.”

“Yeah. Ended up coming down with the flu. I’m fine,” I rushed to say after his heavy sigh. “It— it was bad for a minute, but Carlisle took good care of me.”

“And Carlisle didn’t bother reaching out.” 

“Um. Yeah. Sorry. I, uh… told him not to.” Another heavy sigh from Charlie. “Sorry. I was pretty out of it. I was afraid you’d freak out.”

“I was freaking out.”

“I’m sorry.”

Another sigh. Charlie was shooting for the world record for number of sighs per minute. 

"I just wanna know where you were, Bells. I called and called. Where were you?"

“With Alice.”

“You know what I mean. Geographically. Give me a location.” 

“They live in New York,” I said softly. “They moved to Ithaca.”

“You went to Ithaca.”

“Y-Yes.”

Exhausted, he squinched his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

“How?”

“What?”

“How did you get to Ithaca?”

“I-I—” This felt like a trick question. “What do you mean? We flew.”

“You flew.”

This felt like a trap.

“Yes.”

Charlie nodded. Once. Twice. 

Then he reached into his back pocket. From his wallet he pulled out a card and set it on the table in front of me.

My driver’s license.

My real driver’s license.

I had left it behind in my truck.

I could only hear the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. Charlie didn’t see my panic as he rose and went to the pegs where he hung his police gear.

“I-I used my passport,” I said in a whisper.

From the jacket pocket of his police coat, Charlie pulled out another item and placed it in front of me.

My passport.

“Drove. Alice drove. Sh-she was a super good— safe— driver. We even at a motel soon as it got dark."

"Stopped at a motel," Charlie echoed flatly, "and got a room without an ID."

"Yeah, the motel receptionist, he, um, he was really cool. He accepted our, uh... deer hunting licenses, so--"

Charlie bent down and reached into his tube sock.

The evidence smacked the table.

Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife, the license read.

"Uh, Alice's car insurance—"

Charlie dropped to the floor, short fingernails gouging into the floorboards. Wood groaned squeaked— Charlie tossed it aside with a clatter and removed a rusted lockbox.

My jaw dropped at the papers signed in Alice's name.

"How the fuck did you— uh," I said, throwing in a nervous laugh for good measure, "you know, it was the funniest thing, but, um, so, we, um...the h-hotel— motel receptionist dude was super cool, also from Phoenix, and, um, so we talked a-about Phoenix and he was actually pretty accommodating, and, um, I was able to use my, uh, AZ Kabob House loyalty card. Uh. It's this place. In Phoenix. So."

Charlie stared at me with dead fish eyes. For several moments. The gaze, so impassive from years of training, was hard to decode. It seemed like a mixture of exhaustion and disappointment.

Slowly, he reached his fingers behind my ear.

He snapped. I flinched.

Pinched between two fingers—

"Is this your card?" he said.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

if you want an additional Situation, id be curious about ethedis with #2 :D

ok well. idk why my brain decided these go together but it turned out Very Mean oops. sorry it took so long my brain just, was Not letting me write descriptions. or dialogue. also idk why this is in 2nd person but that's just what it started as and I guess we're committed now *shrug*

#2: time loop (creative liberties taken) #6: reverse amnesia (no one can remember the character)

“Sorry, Corunir, was it? I think I’m a little lost-” Ethedis sets down her cup on the coffee table between the two of you, looking at you intently. There is the sound of rain pattering outside. You search her eyes for the faintest hint of recognition -futile, you know- but still she looks at you like a total stranger. Courteous, curious, but distant. “Can you explain it one more time?” You know it won’t do any good, but you start anyway.

“I’m afflicted by a curse. You’re not going to remember this conversation, you will not remember my face, my voice, or anything I’ve ever done. Sometime between now and dawn, you and everyone else I’ve met today will forget. And the same thing will happen tomorrow.” You managed to keep your voice level explaining it this time. You’ve had practice now. 

“I was a part of Golodir's Company, then the Grey Company, and then the Conquest of Gorgoroth. I became like this after retrieving some kind of cursed artifact from Mordor. I did not realize how dangerous it was at the time. Evidently the curse had a delayed reaction, as it only took effect after I had turned it over to the Houses of Lore for study and safekeeping.”

“I see…” You remain silent and let her process your admittedly hard to believe story. She always takes it better than most you encounter, no accusations of madness or ill intent at least. 

When your brothers see someone they don’t recognize wearing one of their stars, they tend to assume the worst, that it was stolen by an imposter trying to infiltrate their ranks or something of that nature. You of course don’t blame them for it, it’s an understandable reaction. There are so few of you left now, of course a stranger in one of their uniforms would be cause for alarm, but you cannot deny how much it hurts.

So you keep your star hidden when you speak to those of them still in the city. Sometimes you still try to explain your plight, sometimes they actually believe you, but always they forget by the next dawn. 

You find it hurts less to keep your distance from them. The mistrustful look in their eyes typically reserved for strangers is almost too much to bear. 

But Ethedis has always been a little more trusting. Ok a lot more trusting, to an almost worrying degree, but at least it means you have someone to talk to. Coming here to see her has probably been the only thing keeping you sane these last few weeks, she’s one of the few people you find easy to talk to in your current predicament.

The second time you came to her, you just broke. Realizing she truly remembered nothing about you, and the hopelessness of your situation truly starting to set in, is a pain you almost wished you could forget. 

But instead of doing the reasonable thing and demanding that the sobbing madman leave her room at once, she actually attempted to comfort you. A little clumsily perhaps, but the fact that she tried at all was enough to hold you together.

Maybe some part of her could see you were telling the truth, despite how strange it was. Some elves have the power to see into people’s hearts, and though Ethedis never believed she possessed such an ability, you have your own suspicions. She’s always finding new ways to surprise you.

She rummages around her belongings for a sheet of paper and something to write with. You don’t bother telling her it’s pointless. Come morning those papers she’s hastily scribbling down your story on will be blank once again, but you don’t stop her, there’s no reason to keep her from trying.

“So, this relic then,” she says without looking up from the paper “I assume you’ve already tried simply breaking it, and that clearly didn’t work.”

“Yes, the enchantment upon it protected it from any harm I was capable of.”

“I wonder if there’s something I could do to it… maybe tomorrow, after I’ve read over these notes, I could try-”

“I do not mean to sound rude in saying this, but I know that will not work.” You say gently, “You have tried that before, and many other things.” 

She’s attempted to unravel the enchantment a few times now, but truthfully you don’t want her anywhere near it. Not until you’ve exhausted all other options. The risk of her becoming cursed herself may be small, but it is far too great for you to bear. 

You think it might have been your proximity to the relic over such a long period of time that caused you to become like this, as it was on your person all the way from Mordor to Minas Tirith. But you still think it’s too risky for anyone to get near it, even for a short amount of time. Especially Ethedis. You cannot let her fall to this fate. You cannot let her be forgotten.

The scholars in the Houses of Lore at least seem to understand that whatever enchantment is on the relic is dangerous, so it is locked away far from anyone. Ethedis had to pull a great many strings for you to be allowed near it, until you learned who you needed to talk to and exactly what to say to be let in by yourself. 

“And, besides that, I guess I should tell you those notes will not be there for you to read tomorrow.”

“Ah.” her pencil stops “I take it the words will vanish as well as my memories?�� 

you nod solemnly. “Anything written by or about me, I’m afraid. Truthfully, I did not come here to try to work out a solution. Not tonight.”

“Don’t tell me you're giving up, are you?” She asks sharply. Ah, there’s that stubborn hope you remember.

“No, not yet.” you sigh “But I am tired. Tired of all the dead ends. Right now, I just wanted to talk to you, hear your voice.”

“I suppose it would get rather lonely.”

You nod sadly. ‘Lonely’ seems a bit of a tame way to describe what you became after losing all your friends overnight, but it gets the point across.

“So, how did I know you?”

“In Angmar. You were there at my lowest point, when my spirit was broken by the Watchers, you gave me hope and light I thought were long beyond my reach. I have tried to be the same for you, in our battles with the Iron Crown, through the journey south, but… it seems I have once again fallen into my original role.”

She gives a thoughtful hum and glances out the window, between the storm and the darkness of night it is pitch black out there, but Ethedis still seems to be looking at something. “...Now that you mention it, it seems a bit unbelievable that I could have done all those things alone. I had not thought much about it, but it makes much more sense if I had a strong Ranger like you there with me.”

Your face gets a little flush “I think you give me a little too much credit, it was still mostly you-”

“Nonsense! I mean, Barad Gularan? Bogbereth? All those fights with Mordirith? They hardly seem like tasks for a lone elf, I must have had someone with me, and that must have been you.”

She looks back to you, her bright demeanor dimmed ever so slightly “I wish I remembered… You and I must have been close.”

“We were. Something other than friends, we loved each other, but we were not lovers, at least, not in the traditional sense. We didn’t really care what we called it, we were just… very important to each other.” It doesn’t feel right to refer to your relationship in the past-tense, you don’t want to think of it as being ‘over’, you still love her. But, you are a stranger to her now, present-tense would be inappropriate.

She looks at you piercingly, her bright green eyes seeming to search for something in you. Then her expression softens, something like pity almost.

“...do you need a hug?” 

You’re a little taken aback, she hasn’t asked that before. “I… wasn’t going to ask… I am a stranger to you after all, but if you’re offering-” you try to swallow a lump in your throat, and you cannot look her in the eyes “Yes. I need one.”

She walks over and sits next to you, then pulls you close. Tighter than you had expected, not how you think she would embrace a total stranger such as yourself.

You hadn’t noticed how cold you were until you felt the warmth of her arms. Ice has seeped into your very bones, and you do not want to let her go. It feels like it’s been years since you felt her embrace. The loneliness and the fear and the hopelessness all claw their way to the surface of your heart, desperate to be laid bare before her. You fight with everything you have not to sob into her shoulder.

You don’t want to let go, but you know you must. Your time here runs short.

As you pull away you hastily wipe away some stray tears that had fallen unbidden from your eyes.

“You will find some way to break this curse.” she states, her eyes not filled with hope, but with certainly. 

“If anyone else had said that I would think they were lying to be kind. Not you, though. I believe you.” She always has plenty of certainty to spare when you find yourself without any. There was a time when you might have thought it was mere naivety, but you know better now.

But you’ve been here too long now. It’s late, she might forget about you at any moment.

“I should be going now.” you say reluctantly “The curse will take effect soon I think, and I doubt you will be happy to find me in your room when that happens.”

As you walk through the door, a chill suddenly runs all the way through you, your blood turns to ice and your breath freezes in your lungs, now a puff of visible vapor before you. 

It’s happening again. You mistimed this visit, you had hoped to leave before this. You don’t want to turn around, you hate watching people forget, but you turn anyway.

Ethedis sits with the blank papers in front of her, seeming a little confused. She shakes her head as if to dispel some fog in her mind.

“...What on earth was I-” She looks up at you, the stranger in her doorway, and jumps to her feet in alarm.

“Um, hello? What are- what you are doing here?”

“Oh, sorry to disturb you, I just got a little lost.” You can’t hide the sadness in your gaze, and that probably only confuses her more.

“Wait, you…” she looks you up and down, then tilts her head “You look like a Ranger, but I have not seen you before… Who are you?”

You shrug “I should be going now.” and quickly make your exit.

She probably thinks she’s seen a ghost. You guess that isn’t too far off from the truth.

—

Eventually morning comes again. You walk through the streets of the lower circles, blending into the crowds like a ghost. 

You’re not really sure what you’re doing down here, but you find it’s easier to think when you’re walking, so here you are. 

You’ve been going around in circles in your head, no closer to any possible solution. Gandalf might have the power to undo this curse, but he is far away aiding the Conquest. You doubt he would be able to fix this without the relic on hand, and removing it from the Houses of Lore only risks exposing more people to the curse, so you wouldn’t dare try stealing it unless you had no other choice. If only you could send a message to him, but nothing you try to write ever leaves a trace. You could get Ethedis to write something to him again, but you’re starting to think anything written in your presence is doomed to vanish, as the last letter she wrote mentioned nothing about you or the curse, but it was still blank the next day. 

But something more alarming has come to your attention, too. It’s hard to gauge, but you think people are starting to forget about you faster than before. You feel chilled at odd hours of the day, and sometimes people cannot seem to look directly at you or hear your voice, almost as if you aren’t wholly there to them. You might not have time to wait for Gandalf. Could this curse even have the power to fully erase someone? You hope not, you hope you’re just imagining it, and you pray you never have to find out.

You wish you had never retrieved the damn thing. You don’t know what could have possibly possessed you to go to Mordor alone, not while Ethedis had not fully recovered from her injuries. You would have hated to leave her like that. You recall it made perfect sense at the time, it seemed important.

Another new worry has been clawing in the back of your mind. Perhaps you didn’t go to Mordor alone, and perhaps you were not the only one forgotten. Your actions do not make much sense otherwise-

In your distraction, you plowed headfirst into someone on the street. A young man with a distinctive red scarf and fiery hair to match. You do not know him. 

He looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. You try to ask if he’s alright, but before you can say anything he quickly mutters an apology and slips out of sight into a nearby alleyway.

You think you should ignore him and focus on the task at hand, but, there was something else… 

When you touched him, you felt that same chill as before, when the curse takes effect every night. Smaller perhaps, but unmistakable. You still feel cold, you can see your breath.

The man with the scarf has some connection to it, and you need to get to the bottom of it.

—

(surprise! I found a way to be mean to Tossdir in this too! I am only a little sorry >:) you thought I just forgot to mention him earlier? nooo, but everyone else did! I have some vague ideas for where to go with this one actually. maybe I'll do a continuation if people are interested idk. this doesn't feel like my finest work but hey practice is practice and I think the concept is neat)

[parkswritessometimes]

'Tis but a stab wound

Septictober Day 2: Sharp Objects/Stomach Pain

Septictober made by: @jselorekeeper

“It’s okay, it’s okay Marvin. You’ll be fine” Jackie’s warm hands press against Marvin’s stomach. Dark red blood poured out of the circular hole in his stomach. Jackie rips off the sleeve of his red costume and begins to stuff the fabric into the small hole in his stomach, just as he was taught. 

He watches as Marvin’s face twists in pain, his fingernails claw into Jackie’s bare arm as his world goes white. A wretched scream escapes from his mouth, as the red cloth brushes up against the exposed nerves.

“Fuck, Jackie! Jackie! Stop! That hurts! Jackie!” Jackie’s heart ached as he continued to inflict the bittersweet pain on his little brother. 

“I know, I know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Jackie whispers back, his voice shaking with panic. His hands shook as he considered the worst. A Hospital. They had cameras, and mandated reporters, and security, but there was no way Marvin would survive if Jackie was the one who had to stitch him up. And while two people with no records, no insurance, no ID, and no story would set off some alarms, it was a risk worth taking.  

“Marvin, we might have too-”

“No. No hospitals. I’m not-We can’t.” 

“Marvin, you will die if we don’t get to a doctor. We’ll-We won’t go to the big fancy one next to the station okay? We’ll-We’ll go to the one downtown. Okay?” Jackie doesn’t wait for an answer, scooping up his dying brother and running off. 

—-- 

The legs of the crappy lobby waiting chair creaks and rocks, threatening to collapse underneath the hero’s shaking body. They took his Marvin away almost two hours ago and no one had even spared him a glance since then. Doctors in white coats brought black flashes of unwanted memories. Worried parents and family members waiting just like him. His leg bounced up and down, focusing on the steady rhythm he created. 

His stomach flipped like a gymnast, causing the morning breakfast to jolt up his throat. His stomach sore from the nerves alone. Anxious thoughts poured into his mind as he went over the night's events and what he should have done differently. 

It was just supposed to be a regular patrol. Just beat up some bad guys, leave a stupid note for the police, and then go back home. Marvin wasn’t supposed to get hurt. He was supposed to stay home. Jackiewas the one who was supposed to get hurt, he was the one who was supposed to die. He was the one- “Mr. Williams?” Jackie’s head darts up at the fake name Marvin and Jackie made up so long ago. A doctor with dark blue scrubs and shaggy brown hair sits down next to him. He gives the hero an exhausted smile as he leaned over the chair’s arm rests, getting closer to Jackie. 

“Uh, yeah that’s me, you can call me Jackie.” Jackie leans back away from the white coat, needing to get as much distance between him and the doctor as possible. 

“Oh, well, Jackie, I’m Doctor Schneeplestien, I was your brother's surgeon. Can I talk to you for a few minutes regarding Marvin’s condition?” The thick German accent hits Jackie like a truck. It takes a few seconds for Jackie to process everything the doctor says, his brain always two seconds behind every thing the man says. But everything stops when the doctor says his name. “Schneeplestien”, the name so familiar but Jackie can’t quite place from where. He and Marvin had so many white coats, touch and poke and prod them but never a Schneeplestien, so why did that name sound so familiar?

“Your brother’s surgery went very well,” The doctor continues, ignoring the lack of an answer from Jackie. “I would like to send him home with some pain medication and some anti-antiseptics.” Jackie watches the doctor choke out the last word, almost as if it were a poison.

 “He is awake and asking for you, but before we go I have something for you.” Jackie watches the doctor scribble down on a yellow sticky pad before handing it to Jackie. Jackie snatches the paper out of his hands, not daring to even make contact with the doctor.

“For the next time you get hurt.” Jackie looked down at the note, a phone number and address in messy handwriting stared back at him.  “Marvin mentioned how scared you two were of hospitals, and doctors. How, you two escaped from…a bad place. So next time one of you gets hurt, come to me. I’ll fix you. Off the record, off the books. No one will have to know.” 

Jackie felt his heart rate jump as adrenaline poured into his body. His stomach twists into knots, hot bile crawls up his throat threatening to spill out onto the carpet. He could feel the blood draining from his face as thousands of questions fight to be the first to leave his mouth.

“How can I trust you? I don’t know you-I can’t-”

“Because the same people who hurt you, hurt me.” Jackie watches as the doctor pulls the collar of his scrubs aside revealing dozens upon dozens of scars. And right in the middle of all of them was the three pupiled eye that had haunted him all his life. The doctor pulls the scrub shirt back into place as he readjusted his stature. 

Pieces started to come into place as small memories resurface. One of the doctors, the white coats, was labeled as a traitor. Jackie couldn't believe it when he first heard it, a white coat making a deal with an ALTR and then branded for life as “one of them”. All in an effort to save a single life. 

“I can’t-I won’t let people suffer by their hands, so next time this happens, you come directly to me.”  

All of Jackie’s words become caught in his throat as his mouth becomes as dry as a desert. All he can manage was a single nod, the situation too overwhelming for him to process. 

Another victim, someone like him and Marvin. Someone who went through the same hell, someone who understood IRIS furry. Someone they could trust for the first time in their life. An ally, a fucking ally.

“Thank you.” His voice breaks as the words he had been searching for came out into the world. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course, now your brother has been asking for you, and almost broke his stitches in a frenzy because he was so worried. Would you like to see him?” Jackie nods, bringing his shaking sore body up to its feet and follows the doctor down the twisting halls of the sterile white hospital. Doctors in white coats turn their heads to see the new person walking down their hall. Their eyes full of judgment seem to stare right into Jackie’s soul. Jackie turns his gaze towards the marbled floor, examining every crack, line, and pattern in the halls he walks through. 

“Jackie?” Dr. Schneeplestien says as he stops in front of a sliding glass door. The curtain inside pulled tight keeping Jackie from seeing his brother. His breath threatens to hitch as memories come back to him, screams from himself, from his brother. Threats from people who look like the doctor next to him echoed through his brain. “Jackie?” “Oh, yeah?” 

“Are you okay? Do you want to see him? It is okay if you do not.”

“No-No! I do! Just…bad memories.” The doctor hums in response, pulling the door open. Jackie doesn’t wait a single moment, pulling back the curtain revealing his brother. Wrapped in white gauze and draped in a blue gown. All of his anxiety, all of his pain, vanishes in an instant. He was okay. He was okay. “Marvin…” Jackie’s voice whispers “Marv…”

“Hi, Jackie. ‘m alive.” “Yeah, yeah you are. Dr. Schneep took really good care of you, and he’s gonna keep taking good care of us.” “He is? Why?”

Jackie takes a seat next to Marvin and puts his hand into his little brother’s, giving a little squeeze to comfort him.

“Because he’s like us. And he wants to help us stay away from IRIS. Isn’t that nice of him?” Jackie watches as Marvin closes his eyes, giving a small hum in response. 

“Yeah that is nice.”

The three of them sat in comfortable silence for hours, the steady beating of the heart monitor keeping them company. The forced laughter that came from the tv filled the room. Jackie watched Marvin continuously examine the doctor working in the corner, wondering what was going through his head. He finally turned toward Jackie, his lips in a small smile.

“Hey, Jackie?” “Yeah, Marv?”

“I’m glad we came.”

“Me too, buddy. Me too.” 

[somethingaboutmunson]

needles

pairing: bartender!eddie munson x tattoo artist!reader au (fem!reader)

word count: 1k+

18+ only

a/n: hi, my name is fable & welcome to my first eddie fic. reader does have a nickname in this instead of using “y/n” :)

Brooklyn. 1994.

“Is that a fuckin’ stick and poke?!” The squeal made Eddie’s head whip up from his wallet. Their voice was laced with joy and disbelief - it was a welcoming voice.

He couldn’t see who’s voice it was but knew it had to be coming from one of the rooms lining the tattoo shop.

The shop was completely snow white with baby blue and black accents. It was very clean, almost too modern for the early 90’s. It was early morning, the shop had only been open for an hour or so. Eddie hadn’t slept much the night before so he was up and ready to hop on the train to get here in the morning. Right at opening probably would have been too much, he guessed, so he waited it out a bit by grabbing a coffee from a cart on the street and taking it all in while watch the morning traffic fill the streets on a bus stop.

A regular, Rob, at the bar Eddie started working at a couple months backs, had told him about it. A friend of a friend owned it and Eddie should consider “getting a real fucking tattoo that didn’t look like it was done by a 16 year-old.”

Eddie would never tell him that a 16 year-old did do them. Some schmuck that was handy with a paintbrush from his art class.

Rob barked out the address and said that walk-ins are always welcome.

“Did you get it done a church camp-Oh my God, you did, didn’t you? Why have I never noticed that?!”

When the receptionist behind the tall black desk popped her Big Red, Eddie’s eyes blinked and he returned to pulling out his ID.

“What the fuck is Hawkins?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed in confusion before he realized what the receptionist was referring to. She didn’t say it with an attitude but with more of a genuine curiosity and a laugh in her throat.

“The kind of place that’a probably not on a map here.”

The receptionist smiled and leaned down a little to start scribbling some information down,” Like some top-secret government town.” Eddie soft chuckled it off,” So, Baby is the only one in for the day. I can show you some of her work…”

She titled her body back to bend down. A big pink scrapbook dropped down between them, a little too loudly.

“Marisol!” That same voice from earlier yelled.

“Sorry!” The girl on front of Eddie snickered a little and began to open the book. She turned it so it was facing Eddie the correct way. It was filled with pages and pages of out of this world tattoos - traditional styles that were turned into something very personal.

Eddie was blown away.

“She stupid good,” Marisol smacked her gum, leaning to watch Eddie flip the pages. Each Polaroid on the page had a quote scribbled down which Eddie assumed was from the customer speaking to how much they liked the tattoo. It was a really cute touch.

Eddie flipped to the last page and felt the wind almost knock out him. A girl and a wide smile, piercings lining her ears and black shadow on her eyes.

In pink marker under the photo was a huge signature that Eddie could make out as “Baby” and “Fuck what your mom thinks and get the tattoo 10/01/94”

Well, Baby looked like a goddamn angel.

You were a dream.

And Eddie was fucked.

“This is just work from the past year?”

“Amazing, right? She’s been doing this for-Baby! How long have you been tattooing?”

“Uhh, like 3 years. Why?” A yelled sounded out.

Marisol ignored the rest of the conversation and went back to looking at Eddie,” Fuckin great, right?”

“Amazing.” Eddie said breathlessly.

“So when she’s all done with this client, you’ll give her an idea of what you want, sketch some stuff out and get your quote.” Marisol smiled,” Depending on how comfortable Baby is, with it, it can all get done today or you’ll get an appointment for another.”

Eddie nodded as Marisol handed him his ID back. His chains rattled a little as he turned to sit down. Marisol stowed the book away and dropped a magazine in her view. Claudia Schiffer’s eyes stayed on him as time clicked by. He wasn’t due at the bar tonight so it had all the time of the world to get this tattoo done. Eddie also knows, maybe too early and too much, that he’d wait any length of time for you.

“You took that like a champ, Emilio.” A door clicked open - heavy boots made their way down and a rush of nervousness rushed through Eddie’s chest.

“Don’t eat anything with an extreme flavor index - like nothing too spicy, too acidic, too hot, too cold, you get the point...”

You finally stepped into view - a flowy white dress and covered in tattoos. The combat boots were a very adorable choice for the look, Eddie noted. Your hair was slicked back in a bun expertly like in Naomi Campbell kind of way. Eddie damn near fell out his chair at the sight of you.

“You always heal super easy so I’m sure this one is no different. You’ll need to give your mouth a little rinse after every meal too!” You stepped beside Marisol, giving her a little sideway squeeze.

“Marisol is gonna draw you up an invoice and if you have any issues, don’t hesitate to call me - You still have my landline right?” Emilio nodded fished out his wallet to give you a tip.

“Thanks, Baby.” His gruff voice sounded. Eddie realizes why he never heard him respond, his voice was almost too deep to be heard.

“Of course! I’ll see you a Midge’s bday party next week.” You smiled and stepped from behind the desk and right in front of Eddie.

Eddie stood, almost too quickly which made you step back in alert.

“I’m sorry-“

“Hi, I’m Baby.” You pushed your hand out to shake Eddie’s,” All is good, my friend. How can I help you today?”

Eddie was stunned a little at how soft your hands were and how cool the huge dragon on top of one was. He recouped quickly and patted his pocket.

You watched him unfold a piece of notebook paper,” Uh, yeah. So, a friend of mine drew this up and I was wondering if you could just make it look better?”

You grabbed the paper from Eddie’s fingertips and smoothed it out the best you could. It was a cute attempt at Sorcerer with “Hellfire Starter” in cursive under it.

It was a shitty drawing Dustin drew and mailed it to Eddie to hang up in his apartment.

“I can definitely do something with this,” You smiled. You folded the paper back up look up at your customer,” I didn’t get your name?”

“Oh, Eddie- it’s Eddie.”

“Hi, Eddie. Let’s see what I can do, walk all the way down the hall, there’s some stools and a long table..”

Eddie nodded and made his way back.

As soon as Emilio jingled the bells on the door on his way out, your eyes quickly looked for Marisol. You held a stare for a moment.

“I know.” She whispered.

You spoke at the same volume, setting on elbow on the desk” Ouch! He’s so pretty?”

“I know.” Marisol grinned.

“Oh my God and definitely not from New York -Thank God.”

“I knoowww.” Marisol giggled,” The hair.”

“I can’t date my customers, can I?”

“It’s the nineties, Baby! You can do whatever you want.”

You gave the desk a little kick and pushed yourself off of it,” Like so pretty.” You mumbled walking towards the back of the shop.

Eddie twiddled his thumbs as you stomped down the hallway. You regained your composure, and pulled out a very misshapen sketchbook and some tracing paper.

“Did you do this?” Your pencil hit the sketchbook, straight lines, curves and hashmarks. Eddie watched closely as you turned something wholesome and sweet, into a work of art.

He shook his head,” Kid-friend from back home.” Eddie rubbed his hands together under the table, slightly spreading his legs,” I didn’t bring much of anything when I moved up here so my apartment looked pret-pretty naked. I went on about it and he sent this up.”

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling in amusement,” That’s very sweet.” You erased some lines away and quickly started to put it back together,” Kid-friend have a name?”

“Dustin.”

You nodded,” Where’s back home?”

“Indiana.”

“Holy shit- You’re a long way from home, Dorothy.”

Eddie chuckled a little, using a hand to comb some of his hair back. Your eyes caught sight of the rings on his fingers - gorgeous and cool. His fingernails were painted black like the fuckin’ hot metal kid he was.

“Always wanted to go to New York. When I finally graduated, I started working odd jobs and some full-time gig to save up and get up here.”

“Finally?”

Eddie got slightly embarrassed at his slip up but decided it was better to be honest,” Flunked senior year twice. Didn’t really care to go to class much.”

You didn’t react much. You didn’t scowl at him or roll your eyes or even laugh. You just nodded in understanding and kept drawing,” Well, welcome to New York, Indiana.”

“Thank you.” Eddie probably wasn’t to extend his gratitude but he did anyway. You really smiled at that. A sweet, humble thing wrapped up in a metal bow.

“Yeah, of course.”

“You from New York?”

“Go Mets.” You teeth shined through your lips. How you managed to not get any of the red lipstick you had on you teeth, was a mystery to Eddie.

You finished up the rough sketch, knowing you’d more time to size it up to where he wants it and add in detail.

“Here’s what it’s gonna kind of look like. Give me about two hours to work it around and we can get it done later today. It’s probably going to be a lengthy tattoo session…” Three to four hours you were probably guessing with shading.

“Wait this isn’t the finished project?” Eddie was in disbelief. Your sketch was outstanding, something Eddie would definitely put on his body right now.

You laughed,” If I put this on your body, it would mean I actually fuckin hate you.” You slipped the racing paper over the page and shut the sketchbook,” Where are you thinking about putting it?”

Your words went dry and a lot of bit of saliva collected in your mouth when Eddie lifted his body up. His pretty fingers collected the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up slightly and showing you the skin just above his belt. Specs of hair and a tiny mole of two, he was almost too cute.

“Yeah, so right here.” Eddie didn’t mean anything by the action. His innocence was evident as he showed you the area with genuine direction,” I want it to come just over…” His fingers slid over his ribs. His touch was soft, lazy.

You could only nod, measuring it with your eyes. The final sketch wouldn’t be much bigger than what you’ve already drawn out.

“Great,” You squeaked a little,” Just give me about an hour then.”

Eddie smiled, pulling back down his shirt.

“ You’re more than welcome to hang out in the waiting area or there’s a great little diner down the street - they have books you can check out while you sit.”

“I’ll do the latter. Thank you,” His slight nibble at his bottom lip was also too pretty,” Do you an estimate on the cost?”

“About $175,” You looked down at your sketchbook and tapped it twice with your pencil,” Yeah. $175.”

You both stood up straight, Eddie to leave and you to head to a light table.

“I’ll see you at 1, then?” Eddie asked. You confirmed it with a nod and let Eddie lead the way. Fresh white Reebok’s were light on his feet and on the floor as he made the bells go off on his exit.

***

“More brutal than I thought it be.” Eddie intake of breath was sharp as the needle hit the bottom of his ribs.

The Cranberries played softly in the background, as choice that Eddie very much approved. Not that you needed it but you did crack a smile when he hummed along the lyrics.

“This is a pretty gnarly area. Could make an ex-con cry.”

Eddie used his middle finger and thumb to squeeze his eyes close in pain. He was handling it very well, keeping your conversation going and not moving his body away from you.

When you finished up one part of the tattoo, you give him a bit of a break and took a sip the coffee he brought back for you from the diner.

“They had a lot of John Grisham.” Eddie had told you in his return.

“You’re doing really well.” You were starting to fill in areas, the lining being the easiest part,” You’ll be done in no time.” Marisol had come back to bother a few times, mostly to get a look at Eddie’s tiny waist and interrogate him.

Yes, Marisol asked if he had a girlfriend.

And no, he does not.

And then she rephrased the question with “boyfriend.”

He also doesn’t have that.

He found the tattoo shop through the bar he worked at. He really liked orange cream soda and has never voluntary watched a football game in his life.

The conversation between you two, went on without missing a beat. It was easy and Eddie felt all the nerve he had earlier melt away. He was comfortable for the first time in a long time.

“When did you get your first tattoo?” Eddie swallowed. Your turned to dip the needle in more ink and readjusted the glasses you put on your face before the session started.

You clicked your tongue, which Eddie had noticed also had a piercing like the one had given Emilio,” Oof, I was like 13 or 14. My brother’s best friend had been doing them like in his parents’ basement with a shitty kit- I’m sorry do you want the long story?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie chuckled.

You focused on shading of the Sorcerer’s cloak,” Yeah so, my brother came home one day and showed me a really bad caricature he got of Padame and I was fascinated,” The memory made you shake your head. Your brother reeking of Beer and something sweet, was ecstatic and seventeen.

“I didn’t even need to beg him to let me get one. He offered. And the next day, it was just the three of us and my new Carebear tattoo.”

“Now that’s fuckin cute.” Eddie spit out before he could even catch what he was saying. A cute story about cute tattoo on a cute girl. A triple whammy that made his brain short circuit and say exactly what he was thinking.

You shivered at the compliment and uttered the smallest thank you,” It’s on my ankle. Totally faded and very kind of demonic looking. Did I mention he wasn’t the greatest artist?”

Eddie’s laugh could be felt on your arms that rested on his thighs. Clad in tight jeans and slightly flexed in pain, Eddie was kind of perfect to you.

“I will never cover it up though.”

Marisol popped back in with Chinese takeout and an unlit cigarette between her lips, “ Figured you’d both be hungry by now…” The clock was approaching 3PM. You’d had a quick bite while sketching up Eddie’s tattoo but it wasn’t enough to satisfy you.

You wiped down the tattoo and asked Eddie if he wanted a break.

“Hell yeah.”

The three of you squeezed in the small room, passing chopsticks and a glass bottle of soy sauce that Marisol stole from a chain restaurant once. Why you didn’t to the back where you could actually eat off a table instead of your laps - you didn’t know.

Eddie’s shirt was tighted into a knot so it wouldn’t go passed his breastbone. Too much of Marisol’s delight (and your own) you could soft eyefuls of the smooth skin of his stomach.

Too fuckin pretty.

Eddie’s eyes flicked to you probably more than they should have. You were softer. You sat with your legs crossed with Princess Diana. You dabbed the side of your mouth like you were at a fancy dinner. Soft, feminine, gorgeous…

The energy between the two of you could be seen and most importantly felt like no other. The hum of tension was evident and as obvious as it could be.

“I like you, kid.” Marisol giggled out as Eddie tried his best to explain ‘The Fellowship of The Ring.’ Eddie was nipped the tip of his thumb to get some chili sauce off of it, giving her a toothy smile.

“I like you, too.” His eyes flicked over to you, swallowing down a piece of broccoli, “Very much.” Eye contact kept and a flush rising on his cheeks.

A shyness washed over you, so you pushed your gaze down to your food, clicking your boots together.

The food was finished. You washed your hands so you could finish up the tattoo. Eddie’s mood was a mix of disbelief and exploding happiness.

“This is fuckin’ rad, Baby.” It’s the first time he said your name. The way he rolled off his tongue made your heart skip a little,” Thank you.”

Your fingers were soft on him as you smoothed cling-wrap. Knees raw against the floor and Eddie’s height towering over you, he was holding his breath afraid that if he even exhaled, you’d move away from him.

That couldn’t be further from the truth, not that you knew what he thinking. He smelled like cinnamon and Calvin Klein’s Obsession (a gift from Wayne). It intoxicating to you - damn near close to hit by Cupid’s arrow.

You waddled a little as you stood up, Eddie swiftly grabbing your wrists to help you. The top of your hairline weakly colliding with his nose. Eddie inhaled something sweet.

“S’rry.” You tried to giggle your way out the accident. That made Eddie grin and let go of your wrists,” I’ll walk you out.”

The transaction was quick, the tip he gave you was large and the gaze Marisol had on you two was heavy. You squeezed yourself in front of him, holding open the door to the busy streets of Brooklyn, letting it close behind you.

“I don’t really know how to do this but-I’d really like to see you. Outside your place of employment.”

Already wadded up in your hand was your landline number torn from your sketchbook.

“Is that so?” A curl played at your lips making Eddie heat up all over.

“Very much so.” Eddie didn’t know how to play it cool. He just knew that he wanted to get to know you and want to now.

You took a step towards him, pushing your number in the front pocket of his jeans,” I’d like that too.”

[neverendingparable]

(THERE IS A LONG PERIOD OF TIME IN WHICH I SCRIBBLE AWAY AT THE SURVEY WITH A HORRIBLY BASTARDIZED BIRO THAT KEEPS SPRINGING APART EVERY THREE SECONDS. BUT EVENTUALLY I SUCCEED AND HAND ULMAR THE PAPER BACK)

THE STANLEY PARABLE: ULTRA DELUXE SATISFACTION SURVEY

Question 1: Did you enjoy The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe? Y/N

well really i think it should be written 'did you enjoy the stanley parable: ultra deluxe, y/n?' but

ohhhhhhhh you meant yes/no. um. yes!!!

Question 2: What was your favorite ending? Please provide a short description why.

the skip button ending x) bc it reminds me of a dear dear friend sniff sniff sniff... oh sk(THE PAPER IS SOAKED WITH TEARS TO THE POINT THE REST OF THE WRITING IS UNREADABLE DESPITE THE FACT AT NO POINT IN THE ANSWERING PROCESS DID I APPEAR TO BE CRYING)

Question 3: What was your most played ending? If it is different than your favorite one, please explain why.

ooooooooo um. comedy timing ending. i play it a lot so i can master the art of comedic timing to a higher degree. and also simply because for some reason i find it spooky

enjoyment wise it probably IS my favourite but i feel this loyalty to the skip button because (ANOTHER SPLATTER OF TEARS) oh for fucks sake let's go on

Question 4: How likely are you to recommend the game to other players? 1 - Not likely, 10 - Extremely likely

ERMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM 1. not because its a bad game simply because i'm a sad, sad little man with not a lot of friends and even if i did have friends i don't often go around reccomending games to them

well, you did say 'players' and not 'friends', i guess. i don't necessarily have to be chummy with these hypothetical people. erm. players of what, that's the question.. players of the stanley parable (2013)? 10. well, no, uh, 3. because i would presume they'd already heard about the game. so it would be redundant to reccomend it then, wouldn't it? what about players of golf? um. actually, 7. because if i was talking with someone who played golf then i must REALLY be friends with them and so maybe id be more likely to reccomend this. but what's the context of the reccomendation? is this an online post? have i bumped into them at a party? are we- oh lawks ive run out of space

Question 5: What is your feedback to the developers, writers or narrators of this game? (Please note that intense negative feedback might have serious mental and physical consequences on those involved)

IMPLEMENT ANOTHER SKIP BUTTO- heheh no i jest i jest. sorry. i mean um.

TOBY. uh. T O B Y. i am going to tell a joke in which i reccomend feedback that has caused serious mental and physical consequences on those involved in the past, before cutting myself off (at which time you will laugh). i will then tell the developer, writers, or narrators to 'kill yourselves' (a phrase designed once more to imply serious mental and physical consequences) before cutting myself off again (where you will then laugh). um. T O B Y.

IMPLEMENT ANOTHER SKIP BUTTO- heheh no i jest i jest. just kidding. um. KILL YOURSEL- er, no. OKAY I'M NOW DONEY WITH THE FUNNY. please just fill out this eleven page survey for me. question one: did you like that joke? y/n

question two: will you m- aw shit im out of room again

Question 6: Have you ever worked in the Office? If so, do you find the experience of The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe realistic? If not, does The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe provide you with a positive image of the work environment in an office?

i have never worked in an office. um. ive never actually worked anywhere fun fact. but let's see. psychological experimentation, complete lack of regard for health and safety, mind control, sick-ass lounge- yeah it seems pretty positive to me!!

Question 7: Do you find Stanley relatable?

yes i too have a british voice in my head constantly providing me with annoying commentary. except he's called cas. haha. sorry that was a joke.

what i mean to say is ummmmmm TOBY. T O B- oh forget it. next question!

Question 8: Did you try to destroy the Bucket? Would you have preferred the game without the Bucket? How easy was it for you to attempt to destroy the Bucket? Do you love the Bucket?

I WOULD NEVER TRY TO DESTROY THE BUCKET... that is my FRIEND my LIFELONG COMPANION.... i have DREAMED ABOUT HER. don't try to make me think about a game without the bucket. that's like thinking about a world without sunshine or the bright happy laughter of children. shudders. what a horrible idea. abysmal, really. hey, is your name just straight up 'ulmar'?

Ulmar takes the survey with a beaming smile, reads over it once and then tucks it away, presumably to drop it off somewhere the developers or a Narrator could read through it.

He doesn't comment on the answers provided.

[exposingtw1tchy-archived-1227]

Hello. I am here to do my story on Twitchy, because after a long time of deciding on wether or not I wanted to add onto this, I’ve realised that I do, in fact want my story out here.

First of all, heavy trigger warning for rape, and pedophilia.

The person you all saw in ‘Twitchy’ their ID picture, is not actually the person behind the account, nor were any of the pictures they have ever used. The person whose ID picture got used, I should actually a very close irl friend of mine, named Ash.

Me and Ash met ‘twitchy’ on Omegle one day, and we both, for some, unknown reason were stupid enough to tell this really cool, older woman (she’s 28) that we live in Belgium, because at the time we did. (We travel together, our parents are friends, you get it!)

‘Twitchy’ whose real name is Mary, told us that hey, she’s did too and that we should keep in contact and become in real life friends, because travelling must be lonely and she was very lonely too!

So we did, we kept in touch with ‘Twitchy’ for about a year, before meeting up, just a day before we would have left Belgium and move on to Germany, If i remember correctly.

We knew about the age difference, but Mary hadn’t, ever tried doing anything weird to me, and I didn’t know her and Ash had a sexual relationship at that point, because neither of them had told me, and because Mary was like a mother to us, I didn’t suspect a thing. Because I mean, who sees their only mother figure as a disgusting predator, am I right?

As I was saying the three of us met up (here’s, my only proof, I guess, a picture of us three, but for the sake of Ash, Mary is scribbled out, sorry.)

It was very normal, a few, weird comments were made by Mary that, made me quite uncomfortable honestly, but I didn’t really think anything of it? It was mostly her saying like, oh you look like somebody I’ve seen in a porn video once, stuff like that.

We were pretty in the open most of the time, and I didn’t feel HORRIBLY uncomfortable, and kind ignored forgot about it, I guess, because when she’s invited us over to go watch a movie a time her place me and Ash were more than happy to agree!

I really, really regret that, because the second we got there her and Ash started being touchy and, very flirty, and I found it very, weird because Ash is thirteen, and ‘twitchy’ is a fucking adult? Naturally I just tried getting isn’t out of there, started bothering Ash saying I was hungry and craving some ice cream, in the hope we could get out of the house for a second and say what the fuck, this isn’t okay, change Ash’s mind and tell them This was fucked up!

But, uh, instead of that Mary suggested that Ash should go out and buy some ice cream, because we’ve watched movies on Calle before and it was clear I didn’t like missing any part of a movie, at all.

Thought this was sweet, just sat there trying to focus on the movie for a hot second and Mary uh, she started touching my thighs, arms, and complimenting me a lot, before she kissed me and took off my shirt?

I told her that hey, I don’t see her that way and I’m too young and uncomfortable, asked her if I can please put on my shirt again and she just, straight up said no.

She raped me, right then and there, forced me to record myself while she did it, and told me I was so fucked up for liking what she was doing to me. She, told me really, really fucked up things, did stuff that fuck, you wouldn’t have expected THAT if you ever talked to her, but she’s insane. Actually.

She lightly? stabbed me too, forced me to self harm and show her my, uh, dick on call, every time we talked afterwards.

It’s been two months and I’m so goddamn scared to block her, because she’s blackmailing me, but This is the best I can do, right? I hope I’m doing the right thing, I’m scared.

what the actual fuck.

i am so sorry that happened to you, genuinely, that is absolutely not okay, and i would implore you to go to the police about it. if you need to talk, my DM's are open and i'm willing to give you my discord if you'd like to discuss more on the topic.

ALSO

to anyone (mostly the random person who is supposedly dating twitchy) who is thinking "this isn't real!" "this sounds too far fetched" anything like that??

always. believe. the. victim.

this is very serious and you should not fake claim someone about something so traumatizing. thank you for sharing your story, i'm genuinely so sorry that happened to you, you didn't deserve that whatsoever.

[riahlynn101]

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (10).

Chapter Ten

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See, another key thing they don’t tell you about working here is the animatronics. If they don’t like you (and how a robot can like or not like someone is beyond her), you won’t last long. The programmers took notes from the past lines of Fazbear robots, tweaked them and made them the closest thing to sentient. 

Some of the new hires don’t believe this. They take it upon themselves to mess with the animatronics.

Those people never last long.

But Vanessa has the special circumstance of seeing the animatronics after everyone else has gone home. Creepy as that can be, it means she’s built up a repertoire with the band. 

“Officer Vanessa!” Freddy greets, throwing a comically large paw out for her to shake. “Long time, no see.”

John remains frozen. It’s not often the leader of the Fazband and mascot of the entire company randomly talks to the workers. 

“How’s it going, Freddy?”

“Busy. I’ve hardly had time to use a charging station.”

Vanessa shakes her head, tsking sympathetically at the large bear’s plight. “Try not to work so hard.”

“Will do,” he laughs. 

She laughs as well, turning to leave. “Well, I’ll just be going then.”

“Okay, nice seeing you.”

-x-x-x-

“I need to file a missing person’s case,” a man says, voice trembling. 

The receptionist takes in the man’s distressed demeanor, rumpled clothes, and untidy hair, and is instantly reminded of all the crazies that waltz through the police station’s doors. Occasionally one of them will try to report a family member missing that either, a, wants nothing to do with them, or b, never existed in the first place. It’s not common but it does happen. 

She should feel bad, but she doesn’t. 

The man leans on the desk. He has to be in his early to mid forties with chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes. Not exactly a sight for sore eyes, and she’s kind of bored. May as well hear him out. 

“What’s your relation to the missing person?”

“I’m his father.”

She opens up the necessary program, typing up the report for an officer to look over. “Okay, you’re his…” her nails tap against the keyboard, “...father. Great! I’m going to give you this to fill out.” Rifling through the contents of her desk drawer, she pulls out a small packet. 

She hands it over, along with a pen and a clipboard. “Fill this out and bring it back when you’re done. We also require a birth certificate from the missing person and an ID from the person filing the report. And a current photo of the missing person.”

Dejectedly, the man reaches for the paperwork. “Okay,” he says, turning from the desk. 

Looking back over the report, the receptionist almost slaps herself. How had she forgotten?

“Sir?” She calls.

“Yes?”

“Ah, name of the missing person?”

The man stares down at the paperwork. He makes no move to answer the question. 

“Sir-”

“Gregory,” he finally answers, obviously on the verge of tears. “My son’s name is Gregory.”

“Okay…Gregory. Last name?” She asks, annoyed. 

The man doesn’t answer her, choosing instead to focus on the paperwork. 

God, she hates customer service.

-x-x-x-

Completely oblivious to all of this, stuck in the daycare, Gregory babbles happily to his new friends. More kids come in, filling the daycare. They scream and screech, hurting his ears. 

“They’re loud,” Xander says, pressing his paint-covered fingers against the construction paper. 

Sarah nods. “Yeah.”

“I wish they’d shut up,” Makayla remarks, pouring a healthy amount of glitter onto her own paper. 

Xander gasps, as does Sarah. Gregory copies them. They’re older and seem to know everything. 

“‘Kayla! Bad word!” Sarah shouts. 

“Agh! Sorry! Don’t tell Mister Sun, please,” she begs. “I won’t get a sticker, and I’m so close to getting a prize from the toybox.”

Gregory focuses on his own craft, using his friends’ arguing as background noise. It’s a coloring page of the Fazband. They all seem so cool. He hopes Momma Nessa and Papa Luis let him see them. All the other kids have.

He scribbles in the image with a dull, blue crayon. A shrill bell rings out, signaling the main door being opened. According to his friends, that really only happens when someone’s getting picked up or dropped off. 

Gregory looks up from his coloring page. Near the door, a brown-haired man is kneeling down, arms out. A little boy, a little older than Gregory himself, runs to him. They embrace, and the man stands up, whirling the little boy around. 

“Gregory,” a deep voice croons, fondly. 

His eyes flutter open. Standing over his crib is-

“Da,” Gregory babbles. A warm sort of feeling floods his tiny chest. He can’t do more than smile and babble up at the man, but that always seems to be more than enough. 

Large hands-warm hands-scoop him up. He’s held against his father’s chest. His dad turns in a slow circle. Gregory loves when his dad does that-loves the weightless feeling that follows. 

His dad laughs. It’s a nice sound, and it makes Gregory feel safe and loved. “I love you so much. I hope you always remember that.”

A sharp pain in his side has Gregory turning back towards the group. Sarah pokes him again. “You okay?” 

Hearing the door close, he nods. “Mhm, now I am.”

-x-x-x-

A perk of working behind the scenes is that Luis is granted a little more freedom than other workers. Exhibit a: currently, he’s scrolling through the nearby towns’ missing persons cases.

There are countless. Kidnapped children, runaways, and everything in between.

But none of them match Gregory’s description. 

He refreshes the page once more, trying to see if anything will change. The internet is slow, especially during peak hours. “C’mon, c’mon,” he urges his laptop.

“Luis?” His manager asks, voice still a little ways off. “Luis!”

Panic seizes him. Luis looks between the door to the I.T. office and his laptop and back again. Doing the most normal thing he can think to do, Luis closes his laptop and shoves it in his bag. Just in time too, because not a second later his manager is bursting through the door like a less cool version of the kool-aid man.

“Aha! Caught ya!” 

Luis stares up at his manager, face impassive. He’s slouched over, elbow propped up by the computer desk. 

They stare at each other for a solid minute before his manager starts cracking up. “Aha! You should have seen your face.” He mimics a stunned expression.  Wiping a tear from his eye, he continues on, “anyways, you can go home. You’re already at forty hours, and you know how corporate is about giving overtime.”

Slowly, Luis feels himself calm down. Vanessa and Gregory were still safe. 

He forces a laugh. “I sure do. Thank you, Paul. I’ll start packing up.”

His manager grunts, leaving the tiny office. 

Packing up his supplies and shutting down any other equipment he had been using, Luis can’t help but feel grateful for the shortened day. 

More time for research.

[chocolate-milfy]

Just Take a Deep Breath (1)

trigger warnings: Questioning of reality

Notes: Oh geez- okay. I guess I Wrote something.. uhm. idk if its good but like- expect more?? sorry for punctuation and spelling errors- also I’m not an experienced writer- id love some constructive criticism! 

Have you ever felt the need to prove that you’re real? As if nobody would believe this simple fact if you didn't explain it to them? If you didn't tell yourself that you were real, or that the world was real would you stop believing it? If someone told you they were real would you still doubt them? What makes someone or something real?

It's questions like these that make my brain tick. The questioning of one’s reality seems like it'd be enough to put someone on edge. Perhaps it's the way the questions are phrased, or how nobody’s answer can seem to satisfy me that draws me to ask these things. With little to nothing else to do it keeps me at ease. Who knows what I’d do if left with nothing but my own thoughts…I sigh. I think that's enough questioning of reality for now.

I sit up, my back aching from staying in the same position for hours. Oh, the joy of falling asleep on the floor. I know I’m due for a headache soon- 

“You really need to stop doing that.” they pause, thinking “It’s the third time this week.”

“Cyrus-”

“Sarin.” Cyrus sighs “We aren’t debating this. It's unhealthy to let work consume you this much.”

Had it been work that I was doing before passing out? I don't remember. Looking to the table I see my notebook, my pen in the middle of the floor. I guess it really had been work keeping me up, but what was I working on?

“Cy-” 

“You were trying to plan the meetings for next month.” They place a glass of water in front of me. “More specifically what they would consist of.”

“How far did I get?” I take a sip of the water.

“Take a look at your notebook.” 

I picked up the old notebook. The front page is filled with scribbles of half-finished ideas and thoughts. Most of them are unusable or unreadable... I think that's a doodle of a sword. How tired was I? 

“Jeez... I can't read half of this.” I complain.

“Luckily for you, I sat with you for about half of it and wrote down the things that worked.” Cyrus handed me a notebook page, their neat handwriting in dark orange. 

“Thank you, Cyrus. I-”

“Don't thank me. I know you'd be up just as late tonight if I didn't” They sit next to me “Let’s finish this quickly. “ I nod and start listing off ideas for the meetings. 

Cyrus; they always end up being there for me, whether it's writing down what I say or cooking for me I've always relied on them. Who thought that an Infeirnin and I could have gotten along this well? Though I think the others expected it after my arrival. That was so long ago.

It feels as if hours have gone by though it also just feels like a few minutes. How long had it actually been? I want to say half  an hour but it just doesn’t feel right. What even does feel right anymore?

“We’re done!” 

“Hm?-” Cyrus’s words had brought me back to reality.

“We’re done with the meeting schedule.” 

“Oh- thanks, Cyrus-” I smile softly

“Anything for you, bud. I have to go and check on Kaida though, please take some time to relax.” they sigh 

I nod and watch them walk away, lighting up the dark halls. We really need to get the lights fixed, but we haven't walked to the store in a while. I sigh, I know I should go and do it while I have the time, but do I want to go outside? What would the people say? Would I look good enough?

I walk over to the front window. Outside the wind was harshly blowing, the rain looking like mist. It looks like a good day for a walk, I can get the lightbulbs when I'm out. I walk over to the stars and tug on my shoes, which were resting on the bottom step. I think I've had them for a few years now.

When I get outside the rain hits my face, sticking to my glasses and blurring my vision slightly. I always loved this type of weather. Watching the raindrops fall down the windows in the dead of night has always been calming. I can always hear the pitter patter of the rain on the roof, as a kid I used to imagine it as bugs walking.. I miss the ignorance I used to have as a kid.

In Front of me is the familiar sight of the forest. The large oaks tower above me as the wind shakes their leaves. The canopy has always made the inside darker than the outside. If I stepped into the inky blackness what would happen? Would time stop? Would the darkness swallow me and cause me to get lost? Or would I simply step in and stand there, feeling like a fool? I’d prefer not to test it. 

As silly as it may seem I still dread the sun setting, covering my town in a coat of black paint. This is why instead of entering the forest I take the long way around it, walking along the edge and staring inside, wondering.. What really lies where I cannot see? Cameras? Am I being watched? What would the viewers think of me?

The ringing sound of the town's bells brings me back to reality. It's a small town with some local shops and children running around. Their yelling stopped as I approached the gate. 

“What is the purpose of your visit?” 

“I need to get a pack of lightbulbs from the store.” I sigh. This routine happens every time. I get they want to be safe but this is just annoying.

“Put your hand on the scanner” They hastily shove a finger print reader in front of me, the plate growing a strange blue. I place my hand down and wait for the machine. “Sarin Miller?”

“Yes. That's me.” 

“You may enter.”