#this probably has lots of mistakes but i'm too lazy to fix it

[puppyeji]

thoughts on perv stalker Giselle? 🥺

oh i love this concept

WARNINGS: stalking, panty stealing, dubcon, obsessive!giselle. naive!reader

not proofread ! also this is too long i'm sorry 🫶🏻

it's all just a big coincidence. really. it's not like she's been purposely following you in order to find out where you live or which places you frequent: giselle doesn't actually intend for you two to always run into each other, it just happens on its own.

she sees you often at work. you work at a small cafe near her apartment, that's how she first met you. all it took was for you to smile at her while you were taking her order and she was starstruck, ever since then she's been casually hanging out there to see you. she thinks she's discreet but you've been able to tell she has a crush on you.

you think it's cute. at first.

she's holding back just fine, but she can't help but get obsessed.

she's definitely the kind to want a souvenir with her for when she misses you, so she takes the white scarf you often wear when it gets cold after your shift ends. it smells like you and it quickly becomes one of her favorite objects to get off to: the pictures she takes of you from afar while you're distracted are her first choice though.

she zooms in on your face, aeri thinks you have such beautiful features and loves your side profile <3 but your lips are actually what she loves the most about you, always cums while zooming in on them. she takes her slick fingers to the screen of her phone in order to smear her cum on your pouty lips, daydreaming about one day being able to actually do it in person.

she takes pictures of everything! your long legs, the way your shirt lifts up when you stretch, slightly exposing your skin, the way your cleavage stands out when you bend over, when you play with your fingers because you're bored, and she even snaps a few underskirt pics. your thighs are her second favorite part of you, she can't wait to mark them entirely with bites and hickeys.

you approach eventually, cause it's so crazy how you two always seem to bump into each other, and she makes sure to engage in physical contact. she has sneaky hands, you realize immediately. she caresses your sides while you speak, softly groping your tits with her fingers (she knows you never wear a bra), but dumb naive you lets it slide because she's too pretty to be a creep and she's also really nice!

you chat for a bit as she walks you home. you think she's such a good listener because she barely speaks and lets you do all the talking but the entire time she's actually just fantasizing about covering your mouth with both of her hands to keep you from screaming and then dragging you to a dark alley so she can bend you over and have her way with you. you blush because she's staring too much and she blushes because she's thinking about eating you out right there and then.

after the first time she comes over you do feel weird because that scarf you thought you lost long ago since you couldn't find it anywhere suddenly appears at the bottom of your closet, but you don't think that the fact that she was here the other day has anything to do with it.

she bites her lip, barely hiding her excitement, and her eyes light up when she sees you wearing it again. specially because she knows what she did with it.

you're dumb enough to invite her a second time, giving her the opportunity to steal a pair of panties she's had her eyes on ever since she first saw them, which of course she doesn't waste.

you're so messy, always leaving clothes scattered around your room. it's okay. it's easier to hide cameras that way, so she doesn't complain. the cameras are placed strategically so you'd never find them. they're high quality and so well disguised. she knows how careless you are, she's just trying to look out for you!the fact that you seem to walk around your place with barely underwear on or just a shirt and nothing underneath is pure luck. she fucks herself to the thought of ruining you, she can't help herself when you're this cute and clueless, plus now she has your panties for her to smell and then cum on whenever she pleases.

at some point you can't shake the feeling that something's off, as if someone is constantly watching you. you clean your place and find one of the cameras and when you finally start to piece it all together you call her out, hysterically screaming at her that she's a sick perv, but that only seems to turn her on :/

she waits until you lower you guard for a second and instantly grabs your wrists to bring you closer to her so she can kiss you. you keep trying to bite her and push her away but your resistance eventually wears off and that's when she starts to touch you.

it's fucked up how good it feels, how well she knows your body and exactly where to grope to make you react, when she finally dips her hand on your underwear she's delighted to find you soaking and throbbing for her.

she gets cocky very fast, chuckling as she goes "this wet just for me? hm? weren't you just fighting it minutes ago? look who's the sick perv now."

you try to uselessly scream again but she stuffs your panties in your mouth, the same ones she used to masturbate. and then proceeds to keep both of your hands behind your back as she fingers you with her free hand.

she whines in your ear "fuck! you're gripping me so tightly" and even if you pretend to hate it you still cum around her fingers. the relaxing feeling of your orgasm rapidly turning into dread because you know she's barely getting started.

[elliesmistress]

hi uhm so I’ve never done this before 😭😭, but could I request for a Camgirl!College!Ellie x college!Reader? Sorry if this seems stupid 😭🙏🏻

-💐

Pretty on camera

yesss ofc, i'll write it for you hon <33

w/n, I haven't been writing lately like at all so I'm sorry if this is absolute shit <3 no i did not spell check this at all because I'm lazy so sorry for spelling mistakes. LISTEN; I am not from America but Ellie is based in America so I used college but I don't know the grading system, Year 11 is 15 and year 13 is 18! (AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 WHERE I LIVE)

MDNI (18+) - weed usage, oral (receiving), camgirl!ellie. you are recorded having sex but its all consensual and theres a safe word.

Ellie was your best friend, she always had been especially when you moved to college. you had known her throughout most of high school (year 11 to 13) but were never particularly close- that was until, well. you moved to college. you had met Dina during a lecture to which she had given you her number and you properly met Ellie.

You always knew she did streaming but you didn't exactly find out by asking what she does for work, more... seeing the live stream for yourself, first you were shocked and convinced someone had the same tattoo or exact same bed sheets and hot voice- no fucking way, Ellie fucking Williams does streaming, who would've thought?

This was the first time you had seen Ellie genuinely stressed out, she was pacing around your apartment with her hand on her forehead, her posture was terrible. it was like she was an 80 year old man. you were just trying to roll some joints so she could relax

"Ellie- fix your posture" you say in such a motherly tone, she groans and throws her head back (she doesn't fix her posture) . "it's not the end of the world ellie, just call someone and ask them im sure plenty of people will say yes" Ellie looks back at you and frowns, you lick the joint to seal it and give it to Ellie.

"one night stands scare me and i could do solo but that can only take me so far" Ellie says, grabbing the lighter out of her jean pocket and lighting the joint. ellie exhales the smoke and inhales again. you never really understood why ellie would do a job like this.... honestly, she'd be better off working at a fucking starbucks.

"why not Dina?" you question, with smoke pooling out of your nose. ellie looks at you in pure shock and horror "what? did i say something wrong?"

"Dinas boyfriend! would not appreciate that, also no shes my best friend" ellie giggles a bit, no secret at all. you always liked Ellie but you were shy and never really knew how to talk about your emotions. you also doubted ellie would find you attractive- you out of all the people in this fucking college. "if i don't make the money by-" she pauses thinking about it "like within the next two weeks, im fucked"

"I'd ask somebody i trust a lot and ask them nicely" you say, finishing your joint. you always smoked so fucking fast, you sigh. "Ellie look... you're smart girl im sure you could find someone" Ellie looks at you with those fucking puppy dog eyes the ones that make you want to faint everytime you see them.

"the only people i know well enough is cat, you or Dina but cat is my ex, dina has a boyfriend and i couldn't ask you to that for me" Ellie purposefully ignored the "smart" bit but you look at her in shock when she slightly suggests that you could possibly do it for her. maybe the weed was hitting you too hard-

"i mean...." you trial off and Ellie looks you in the eyes "well..." you didn't want to make Ellie uncomfortable or make it obvious that you liked her- though everyone knew you liked her, even her but she never teased you for it.

"i trust you Ellie and if you genuinely need help making money.... then I'll help you-" you look up at Ellie who looked shocked af, very shocked. she had never really thought of you as a sexual person at all. you were probably the most innocent out of all her friends (you were DEFINITELY the most innocent) whilst she was right you didn't lose your virginity until college, you weren't THAT innocent right?

She sighs looking down at the ground, shes definitely thinking about it. "i dont- i dont want you to do it just because i need money- but if your genuinely okay with it then we definitely could" Ellie smiles, moving to sit down next to you on the bed- she moves back and sits on your pillow, man spreading and tapping her thigh telling you to lay between her thighs. you were no stranger to cuddling Ellie, especially after a sesh.

she was massaging your scalp as you hum from the feeling, you look up at ellie who's definitely deep in thought "whatcha thinking about Ellie?" she moves her attention back onto you, now moving to massage your hips. "you're just so pretty" she mumbles, yep... she's definitely high.

it was 5.43PM on Friday night and you just finished your soccer game, your team had won.... but barely. you got home to your apartment, showered and got dressed. you smile as your phone dings while your brushing your hair and putting Billie Eilish perfume on.

Ellie: come over whenever. theres no rush xx

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly sucking on the metal ring in your lip. you and Ellie had agreed to stream at hers on Friday night. to say the very least, you were nervous. you hadnt had sex in at least 8 months but you trust ellie.

you put on your socks and your black slight platform converses, you sigh. grabbing your jumper, apartment keys and your water bottle, you look in the mirror to make sure you look okay (you were wearing a crop top and trackpants). grabbing everything you swiftly make it to ellies apartment (which was a 10 minute walk from yours) you knock on the door, "fuck!" you hear Ellie swear quietly followed by a big bang, you giggle. shes always the clumsy one. she opens the door with a smile.

"hey babe, come in" she opens the door further so you can come into her apartment, she looked good, she was just in a sports bra and you could see the calvin kelvin letters on her boxers under her track pants and her fucking abs. she has a small apartment but it was pretty. lots of guitars, books (lots of fucking books), even comics, space ships and dinosaur figures. she was such a kid at heart.

you both order some drinks to talk about everything and how it works.

"if you're not comfortable with something you tell me straight away, yeah? does that sound reasonable?" ellie looks at you with her piercing green eyes, you bite your bottom lip slightly "and we don't have to have sex or anything too hardcore because you've never streamed before and its easy to get overwhelmed"

you nod your head, "okay, and the safe word is 'bluetooth'?" to which ellie nods and smiles at you. you finish your drink, get up and go pee to find ellie man spreading on the bed like she always does.

god damn it- why does she have to be so fucking fine?

you smile at her and go in between her thighs and your head is resting on her chest, she's got her chin on top of your head. "just lemme know when you're ready and I'll get you ready" you nod and slowly move her hand up to cup your breasts, her hands were rough but yet so, so, gentle at the same time. she leans down to kiss your neck which forces a whine to leave your mouth-

Ellie's hands start to move down towards your thighs, you can feel Ellie's tongue on your neck as she kisses you. she lightly fiddles with the waistband of your track pants, you slightly buck your hips to Ellie's touch and she chuckles.

"is it okay, if i go on you?" ellie mumbles between kisses on your neck, "please els, yes" she swiftly moves on top of you, lips smashing onto yours. you open your mouth slightly and ellie takes advantage of this and sucks on your bottom lip, you whine loudly and ellie chuckles and smiles into the kiss and you do the same. she puts all of her body weight onto you and puts her thigh in between your legs "its okay, you can move" she reassures you, knowing that your desperate for some friction.

you slowly start to grind onto Ellies legs causing you to whimper. "such a good girl, fuck" ellie groans softly as she starts removing your t shirt, you sit up slightly to get it off and she tries to undo your bra "here" you giggle, unclipping your bra for her. shes practically drooling at the sight of your tits. you keep grinding up slowly into her leg and she leans down to suck on your nipple, you softly grab onto her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucks on your tit....

you become more desperate for more friction and start to speed up.

"els, pleaseeeee" you whine. "what do you need babe? use your words" she moves up to your neck and sucks on your neck, there's definitely going to be a massive purple bruise there in the morning that you'll have to hide from everyone.

"mm'need more, els please" she stops and looks at your eyes. "im ready now" she smiles and gets up to set the camera up, shes still in her bra and pants. it takes her a few minutes, she gets two water bottles and goes between your thighs again-

"they won't be able to see me or your face, dont worry" you smile down at her "wasn't worried baby" you whisper, she tugs at pants and you nod, she swiftly takes off both your pants and your thin pink panties- you tug at her bra and she strips immediately.

how the fuck did this week turn out like this? you were now fucking your literal crush, YOUR BEST FRIEND.

she kisses down your torso and your legs wrapped around her back and shoulders- your breath hitches as you feel her breath over your clit, looking up at you with doe eyes waiting for you okay. "is ok, i trust you els. do whatever you want to me" that was all ellie needed to hear, she immediately latches onto your clit which produces a really fucking loud whimper, even you had never heard yourself like that. you cover your mouth in embarrassment to which ellie pulls your hand away from your mouth

"nuh-uh, i wanna hear you fucking moan" she groans sending vibrations to your clit which makes you moan louder. your back is arching off her bed and your right hand is in ellies hair slightly tugging at it.... Ellie was desperate for relief between her own thighs so she moves her own hand down to her cunt, moaning as she speeds up.

"fuck els- f-fuck- don't stop, fuck me" you whine "ellie please fuck- im so close, so so fucking close" your moaning gets louder and so does your breathing. "i know baby, i know cmon"

"c'mon baby mhpm, come on my face-" she speeds up the movement with her tongue, now shes got both hands on your thighs to stop you from shutting them on her head. this sends you into overdrive, your eyes roll back so much they might get fucking stuck, your legs twitching hard, you feel your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck!! fuck! im coming" your pussy clamps down onto nothing, your legs start to shake and the loudest moan your sure the entire college heard you. "thats a good fucking girl" ellie praises keeping the same pace to help you ride out your orgasm, "els too much! too much!!" she pulls her head away and chuckled, hair stuck to your forehead, completely fucked out of your mind, your attempts to get your breath back was not working as well as you had planned- she turns off the stream, sits down on the bed. water in hand touching your shoulder and rubbing slightly to bring you back down.

"babe- the stream ended. you did so fucking good baby" you look up at her, smile and she hands you the water to which you chug immediately. "c'mon i gotta change the bed sheets" you look down to see a massive sweat mark on her bed "m'sorry els"

"no no, babe. it's fine. go shower and I'll hop in once I've made the bed"

getting into bed with Ellie was such a relief for you, she was being the big spoon and her face was crooked into the back of your neck. you could feel her steady hot breaths on your neck.

"i love you els" she squeezes your hand a bit. "love you too baby"

[akosijayjay]

January and February dump

This is my most recent work of Lloyd, and my most recent work in general. I made this in the computer room at school with a painful high-sensitive mouse. We have these special course thing in our junior high, so every tuesday after class, I get to be in the computer room. For six hours... (My course is Visual Graphics Design. I'm kinda regretting it now since I've been thinking of becoming an architect... I can't change my course now since it's too late. Which is stupid.)

I'll try to draw more there! I really like drawing with a mouse cause I like the challenge. And since I'm not accustomed to a high-sensitive mouse, it'll be a bigger challenge for me!

I made these two in traditional then polished them digitally since I straight up just used a pen. I rarely use a pencil nowadays so I can learn to fix mistakes without erasing it. Usually it ends up looking like chicken scratch but I'm getting better.

My Harumi one is so bad lol.. When I was making it, my classmates around me were messing around and moving the chairs in the process, making me have to draw strokes with shaky lines. It's not that noticeable though since I made the lines thicker.

I was planning to make something for Rebooted's anniversary but I got busy... (And lazy) The PIXAL one was inspired by an animatic I saw.

If you compare the previous Arin portrait, yes, they don't look the same. I'm trying to find a look for Arin, as I do with every character, that I'll be satisfied with.

By the way, I'm kind of basing Arin's hair with my classmate's hair. Which is funny because my other classmates compared this artwork to my classmate, who looked nothing like Arin but have similar hair, commenting they're the same. (I'm not mad because I actually find this a bit humorous)

I was trying to make an animatic and this was going to be the sketch. But then again, I got busy and lazy. (Mostly lazy)

I accidentally changed their facial features a bit by accident on the second page because I forgot to reference the first page. It was tiring flipping pages every 5 seconds, ok! Also, I drew it after 2 days when I drew the first page, and I didn't have a design I liked for them yet. (...I just noticed Jay has different eye colors in both pages...)

I think I'm sticking to these looks for Lloyd. I'll try to make it accurate to this. (I think I did great with the first image of this post. Though, I made him too round for my liking.)

Discard the growing beard post redesign Lloyd has. That beard thing was supposed to be where his chin was until I realized it was too small. And it's still too small.

Child Lloyd is so cute! The eyeshadow wasn't intentional at first, but then it got me thinking, what if Lloyd had an emo phase? And now emo child Lloyd is my headcanon.

Pre redesign Lloyd kind of reminds me of TommyInnit, and I find it quite funny. Maybe it's the facial gesture, I know a lot of TommyInnit fanarts with that silly face.

For Dragons Rising Lloyd however, I want him to have long hair with his post redesign face. I'll try to make full body designs of the 4 Lloyds.

You guys probably don't care, and this is the first time you've seen me because I don't have an exact artstyle and I dont post as much, but I'm going to put descriptions now since this blog is going to be a silly little art dump! And blog posts are supposed to be descriptive. Which I should've done in the beginning and explained my works..

Anyhow

If you liked my art, thank you!

If you saw me before and told me I did well, thank you and I'm sorry!! I know my previous posts have gotten comments and I'm sorry I didn't respond.. I'm not trying to be ungrateful, I just don't know how to express my appreciation for your positive feedback! Or just reply in general... I get nervous even when I'm wearing my mask..

Please don't hate me, I'm just really anxious to show my work to people I don't know to the point where I might think people disliked my artwork when it's the opposite..

(I'll probably copy paste this in future posts now lol. But I AM thankful that some of you guys think my works are great!)

[maddipoof]

This is the steddie fic i've been promising for months but always forgetting to write and I know my thing is Steddie midnight thoughts, but i don't want to stay up that late or schedule it because I'm lazy and whatever it's midnight somewhere probably (i lied, i did stay up that late)

Anyway, I love Steddie people, Steddie people love me, we all love Steddie

Steve Harrington knows how to sew. Eddie can mend things, he can fix a button, he can sew a patch, but he's not good at it. It's very messy, very visible, he doesn't care he just needs it to get the job done.

Steve cares a lot. He needs it to look good but more importantly he needs it to look right. If he's going to do something, he's doing it right. He makes sure the thread matches the fabric, he always makes sure to wear his glasses so that he can keep his stitches very straight and tiny (Eddie loves it cus he looks like "a hot Rick Moranis" often accompanied by "Honey, you could shrink my kids." "What the fuck does that even mean?!" And he does not know).

It's not like he's really making anything, he doesn't have projects lined up. He keeps his grandma's sewing machine up in the attic, and gets it down if he ever needs it. All the fabric he has is either scraps or he just reuses things that were beyond repair or just didn't fit anymore. He likes fixing things more than he likes making them. His grandma taught him how, how to make things fit right, take seams in, let them out. He's a master of hems, jeans, skirts, dresses, you name it. It's at the point that Max doesn't even go straight home from shopping, she'll go to his and Eddie's house first so he can hem all her jeans.

You know who went prom dress shopping together? I promise you it was Steve, Joyce, Will, Max, and El who went prom shopping together (maybe nancy too) But I will tell you they found nothing! These are 3 of the most wonderful kids on the planet, there is no way in hell that he or Joyce are letting them look anything less than absolutely perfect. So of course they go to the fabric store instead and they find the most perfect patterns and "Ooh, I like the skirt on that one, but I really like the top of this one" AND THEY MAKE THEM LIKE THE SCRAPPY LITTLE GREAT DEPression children they are.

Now I know what you're thinking, where is the Steddie, I see no Steddie, patience patience (my wifi literally died and there is no service at my house, the universe will forever be against the steddie midnight thoughts).

So, Eddie really wants to go to a renaissance faire. It's been long enough since everyone thought he was a satanic killer, and no one really recognized him unless they were saying hi, so he invites begs Steve to go with him. But this is like as soon as he hears about it, so like a few months in advance.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Whatever you want. You could do like this if you wanted."

"But aren't you supposed to get into costume and stuff?"

"Yeah, I mean, if that's your thing."

"Are you saying it's not my thing?"

"You want to dress like an elf?"

"Do you want me to dress like an elf?"

"Yes." So they go to the costume store and Steve is APPALED, revolted. He feels that weird polyester crushed velvet situation and he thought he was going to be sick (i was gagging just writing about it) So he says fuck this and they go to the fabric store and he tells Eddie to pick out whatever he wants and pick whatever fabric out for him too.

Then he patterns their outfits himself (because I said so) and they are perfect, Eddie loves them, he is over the moon and under the sea and into outer space about these things. But what he loves more is being able to say "Thanks, my boyfriend made it." And of course like with so many creators, all Steve can see are the mistakes, the seam connecting the gusset to Eddie's sleeve not lining up at a perfect angle, the one loose thread he's afraid to pull on his cuff. It's a mess, but everyone else is blinded by how amazing they are. Eddie's dark brown cotton shirt, with an old braided leather belt that he definitely did not steal from Wayne, and a green cloak. And Steve's deep red linen one, using the same method of pattern, just with broader shoulders and fuller sleeves since the fabric was wider.

His blush is almost close to matching his shirt from all the compliments, and also Eddie showing him off is a very new and very different feeling than he's used to. He likes holding hands and letting Eddie pull him around to different stands and games, even if he almost tripped on his cape more than a few times. "Can we get a sword?"

"What? No, why would we need a sword?"

"I'm not saying we need it, but it could be good to have."

"Why would a sword--" Eddie pushed one into his hand and he had to admit, he liked the weight of it and he was immediately fascinated by the idea of being able to swing it around in their back yard.

"And look!" Eddie picked something up off the table next to them under the tent. "They have frogs!"

"What?"

"Like a holster. Look," Eddie put the belt around his waist then put the sword into its sheath with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow that Steve rolled his eyes at. Then he pushed him towards the long mirror hanging on one of the posts. Eddie stood behind him and spoke over his shoulder, "Can we get it?"

"As you wish."

[olath124]

OC INTERVIEW

THANK YOU @ouroboros-hideout for the tag!

Violet is going to answer in a sincere way. She is a firm believer in a fake it till you make it, so she's usually more cool and collected than her spontaneous answers. But I liked to have a glimpse in her mind so she’d answer as she was speaking to herself.

My comments are enclosed in*...* and yes, using an old image because too lazy to make another one xD.

NAME?

Violet… Wright.

Don't like other people knowing my name.

NICKNAME?

V.

When I was a kid Jackie used to call me Violent. Then Ultraviolent. Then UV. Then simply V. That's quite the jump. When I got back and he called me V again, as nothing had changed, I knew I was home.

GENDER?

Female, cis.

STAR SIGN?

Hmmm… Aries? I’d have to ask Misty.

But she said I am passionate, stubborn, and prone to anger as every Aries, and I tend to believe her.

HEIGHT?

Yes, I know, I'm small. 1.65 cm.

I've always been small and when you're surrounded by buffed Valentinos that's an issue. But lately, it's proven useful. I'd rather be small and quick than big and hard to miss!

ORIENTATION?

I don't care, if someone sparkles my interest I stay with them as long as we fit together. I’m probably pansexual, or probably heteroflexible, but I've never really thought about it in depth.

FAVORITE FRUIT?

Fruit!? It's hard to find real good fruit in Heywood. But once Mama Welles bought real cherries for something special and Jackie stole them. I can't get that taste out of my head!

FAVORITE SEASON?

I like winter. I like the colder weather. I wish it would snow sometimes.

FAVORITE FLOWER?

Should it be violets? I hope not, but when I go out with someone who knows my name they always give me violets. It's embarrassing. If I had to pick a flower I'd pick peonies. But I don't care much about flowers anyway.

FAVORITE SCENT?

Tobacco. Not smoke, I don't like the smell of smoke. But I love the smell of tobacco. And a hint of vanilla, I think!

COFFEE OR TEA?

Coffee, usually. Tea on special occasions.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

It may vary a lot. If I need to stay awake or if the adrenaline is high I can stay awake. I've spent a few days when I had to… do a lot of stuff without sleeping. But when I finally stop I crash hard. I can sleep for 12-14 hours at a time.

*Vio, you’re a mess xD”

DOG OR CAT PERSON?

Cats. Dogs require too much attention and energy. I don't have a fixed schedule so having a dog would be a mess.

DREAM TRIP?

I love the City, love to hate it. I know, it's only a trip… but I know I'd feel out of place anywhere else. If I had to choose somewhere, I'd say Europe. Greece, Spain, or Italy… but I really don't like the idea of being away from the City for too long. Can I have a trip to a particular part of the City?

*She REALLY loves Night City*

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

Do people really have a favorite fictional character?!? I… don't know, I have to say that I've never consumed a lot of fiction, anyway.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

One or none. As I've said, I usually crash on my bed when I'm too tired to go on, and often I sleep directly over the blanket.

*A real mess!*

RANDOM FACT?

I've once tried… This is embarrassing… to crochet a sweater for a cat. I still have the threads and everything somewhere. I thought it would be relaxing. But it was a mistake. Don't have the patience for that kind of stuff and they've teased me enough for it.

This is random enough isn't it?!

Anyone I know (or I silently follow like a stalker, because yeah, that’s what I do.) up here has probably already been tagged (most of them have already done it!) but that's ok anyway! @cybervesna @aggravateddurian @theviridianbunny @dustymagpie @wanderingaldecaldo

[sandrune-art]

Hi! I'm Ermes, a 21yo artist and design student who wanted to make a small post to introduce theirself :)

I like the color green, I like pirates and vampires and eldritch horrors and robots and any kind of fantasy stuff. I love drawing and making stuff with my hands and thinking about how awesome my friends are.

(More info under the cut <3)

(images are the artvsartist I made for 2023 and 2022)

I really enjoy watching and talking about fantasy shows and queer media! Some fandoms I'm in/I've been into:

☆ ofmd

☆ tma

☆ the mechanisms

☆ outer wilds

☆ vocaloid

☆ A lot more I'm too lazy to list now :')

(like wwdits, cosmere, toh, satpop, camp here and there, hamilton, tmnt, good omens, hannibal, the locked tomb, atla, disco elysium, the penumbra podcast...)

Tho I'm not very active on tumblr I have a few blogs where I (sometimes) repost stuff!

★ On sandrunelovesart I reblog fanart and art

★ On ceaselessmechanism I reblog stuff about podcasts

★ On wildwitchstorm I reblog things about cartoons

★ On ineffablevampirates I reblog stuff about series I like

★ On vampireswonthurtyou I reblog mcr stuff (I have this one abandoned)

★ And on queersand I post and reblog things about being queer, mostly about being nonbinary and aroace. Lots of stuff about voidpunk and polyamory too.

And that's all for now, this is getting long. I made the mistake of not having a tumblr account when I was a young teenager and I'm fixing that now. I'll mostly post my drawings on my main and once in a while interact with other stuff, because sometimes I forget that the Internet is a real place with real people in it

(if someone has gotten this far reading here you have a cookie 🍪)

[system-splintered]

I think I figured out why my parents were such fucking sadists

Tw: child abuse, Christian abuse, child training, physical abuse, RAMCOA mentions

The book "To Train Up a Child" describes their parenting philosophy to a T, like, explicitly word for word saying things I had lectured to me for hours and hours of screaming and beatings.

An excerpt in case someone's unfamiliar with the book:

“Part of [the child’s] training is to come submissively. However, if you are just beginning to institute training on an already rebellious child who runs from discipline, and he is too disturbed to listen, then you must constrain him. If you have to sit on him to spank him, then do not hesitate. And hold him there until he has surrendered. Prove that you are bigger, tougher, more patiently enduring, and are unmoved by his wailing. Hold the resisting child in a helpless position for several minutes, or until he is totally surrendered. Accept no conditions for surrender— no compromise. You are to rule over him as a benevolent sovereign. Your word is final.”

My dad took it decidedly further than the book says and it's literally explicitly describing how to ritualize abuse on your children starting with beating a 6 month old baby with a 1/8" wide, one foot long wooden rod, and graduating to a "plumbing pipe" or a belt when they get older.

Like even the book says you can stop beating their ass when their crying is just a whimper of pain and not wailing and screaming. He wouldn't stop until we were completely silent.

It explicitly says you have to break down their intellect (via unquestioned obedience), their emotions (via prohibiting the expression of emotion, aka making them dissociate), and their will (via complete compliance including no semblance of "attitude" or show of emotion).

It instructs you to beat your kids for their attitude, and to "be vigilant" in looking for signs of potential future disobedience due to attitude problems... Doesn't that explain a lot? Ha. I can't count the number of times we got beat because of our "attitude" when we were literally just trying not to cry being yelled at, or for making a mistake that takes all of a minute to fix (MULTIPLE beatings for literally forgetting to wipe the kitchen sink handles after doing the dishes...) because it "showed my lack of care about this family" and my "dog shit attitude", "feeling sorry for [myself] so [I'm] being lazy", etc.

Like jeez, I thought he was at least original but it really seems like they probably just read this stupid fucking book and took it as gospel (besides the homeschooling part and they threatened that)

I wonder how much research he did on how to break someone down and build them into his own desired image. He wasn't smart enough to do what he did on his own, I don't think. But I know he didn't have any connections with a group that practices TBMC, so I can only figure it was partly made up, partly researched. He was quite savvy in finding stuff online... I worry that it's worse than I know and that I'll find more developed programs as I heal.

[sleepygamerotaku]

sleepy selfship hcs

Paring:

Belhpegor, Scaramouche, Vil Schoenheit, Diluc Ragnivindr, L Lawliet, Dan Heng X me (? s/i??)

Prompt:

none

Content Warnings:

uhmm..?? insomnia, mentions of sleep issues idk i probably missed something

Reader pronouns:

not mentioned ig

Authors note:

it is almost 2 AM for me- i have not slept so uhm ignore any grammar mistakes i'm tired and too lazy to fix them- this is painful for my tired lil smooth brain to do ong- also uhm happy pride month i'll do a pride month related thing later ig-also my first time putting little uhm.. character qoute thingies on there so yea- also ik this is cringe but i'm tired and in a fruity sleepy mood also kinda too lazy to properly tag

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♡　I like to think that Belhpegor has made a nest in the attic with like a bunch of blankets and pillows and plushies he stole from me (like not the bed he has up there―somewhere behind the curtains probably)and he grew attached to it because of how long he was up there-

♡　With this in mind- in the wee hours of night Belphie will take me up there and like snuggle into the nest with me and like i play with his hair and we just sleep until it's already lunch and the brothers have to send a search party for us/j

×

"C'mon...~ we can stay sleeping like this just a bit longer.. right?"

♡　Uhm i just like to think―totally not just bc i'm gay or anything― that Scaramouche really loves to cuddle. especially after a long and tiring day- like it doesn't matter if it's on a bed a couch or outside somewhere in the woods(he doesn't really like pda―honestly same― so if it's somewhere really visible it's an immediate no) he'll randomly kinda just- slink his arms around my shoulders or waist and rest his chin on my head. he'll also instantly fall asleep we're lying down and i fidget with the pads of his rough, slender fingers. just instantaneous comfort for both of us

×

"..If you think I enjoy you playing with my fingers like this then- wait... don't stop... "

♡　Me, being the light sleeper i am, wake up to the slightest and movements of sounds and struggle to fall asleep. just in general. Vil, knowing this, complains about my horrendous sleeping schedule and how it'll worsen my already terrible eye bags. because of this Vil refuses to let me sleep alone because he thinks i'm doing this to myself. she's harsh to me but it's because he's genuinely concerned. she'll cuddle me until i start dozing off and will not move. a. single. hair. he'll help me with makeup if my eyebags get too bad though<33

×

"Augh.. Potato, if you keep this up your beautiful face will be ruined with those pesky dark circles... though it rather suits you, love, i cannot allow your nights to be tiresome and sleepless."

♡　Due to how late Diluc trends to come home he's upset when i'm awake because it's very late but he's glad to be greeted by his boyfriend. almost immediately gets out of his work clothes and slips into bed with me. i like to think he sleeps without a shirt on so uhm... tiddie pillow soft and warm ♥

×

"I've missed you my love.. I'm glad to be home after what feels to be a century... thank you for this"

♡　L is also just as guilty when it comes to having a bad sleeping schedule. but when he isn't busy―which is basically never― he'll try to sleep with me and he talks about anything and everything until i get tired bc he's gay like that-

×

"Dear, I have an exuse to be awake at such unhealthy hours, but it's bringing me concern for you. Come, we'll sleep together for a while.."

♡　Hear me out tho- Dan Heng probably gives like the best cuddles ever. i just like to think that he'd hold me with a tight possessive grip but gentle and not enough hurt me. he's just too baby to ever actually hurt me on purpose. he'll try to caress my cheek but i just grab his hand and leave it against my face. this mentally kills him (in a /pos way ofc) he gets all blushy and giggly. he also gushes s lot when he's sleepy. just a lil habit of his<33

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"I really do not understand how I got so lucky.. what..? n-no... I'm not blushing.."

thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 please don't copy/translate my works to different platforms.

[gatorkid509]

I LIVE TO CREATE MORE ART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry for the wait guys, but I have a very good excuse for why I haven't posted more art since at least March.

You see, my old 2 in 1 laptop was getting really slow, so I decided to get a new laptop with an actual drawing tablet( Which not only cost me a lot of money, but I had trouble getting the tablet to my house with UPS just failing to just put the package on my doorstep!!!!) And I'm still having some trouble getting it work properly, mainly getting it to configure into left hand mode without flipping my laptop screen.

And also trying to type these twos bios in time, but I decided to be lazy and just publish the art now and post the bios with the art at another time and day, kinda like with Caspian's redesign.

Anyways, time for the next Storm Hawks OC Redesigns, this time for Princess Dayna and Dakota the Terradon.

As you can tell, they do look quite different from their first designs, and Dakota finally gets a body, Yay!!!!

So for Princess Dayna's redesign, I know pink is a very stereotypical color for a princess, but that's why I added the green to compliment the pink. In fact, the reason I wanted her dress to be pink is because I wanted the dress to compliment Leugey's green scales. I also had her sleeves cover her hands because... I simply didn't want to draw the hands, as well as giving her a sheer over skirt to give her an ethereal like look you see in a lot of princesses in movies and shows.

I was also kinda debating whether or not to give her long hair since SH characters don't exactly have long hair, probably because long hair would get in the way when fighting or flying. So I figured since Dayna doesn't fight or use a skyride often( And no she doesn't know how to fly a skyride) she has an excuse to have long hair, and when she does she simply styles it into a braid or a bun to keep it out of the way. As well as debating if I should keep her old hair color or a new one more colorful one since the people of Atmos have a verity of different unnatural hair colors. But I decided to keep her regular brown hair because I thought her having brown hair amongst the plethora of unnatural hair colors would be unique, plus we rarely get princesses with brown hair.

For Dakota, I wanted to emphasize his role as a mad scientist, Terradons in the show already have a bit of a mad scientist like appearance with their spines and goggles.( I kinda think they missed the opportunity to make an evil Terradon either working with Cyclonia or on their own accord.) So I decided to make his lab coat look all patched up like if he fixed it in a hurry in order to get back to work. 

Another thing I did was giving him spiked wrist and ankle cuffs because I actually noticed that the Terradons in the show are actually wearing shackles on their wrists and ankles, like prisoners( And collars too, but they're actually textured into their skin) which makes a lot of sense as they were held against their will by Repton, though I’m not quite sure if they’re there because Repton made the Terradons wear them or the show’s character designers thought they looked good on them, I'd like to think it's more the latter since they do look pretty cool with them. I’d like to think Dakota replaced his shackles with spiked wrist and ankle cuffs as a way to symbolize that he is with the Raptors, not just as their resident smarty, but also as their teammate.

And as you may have noticed, his crystal spear is bent. That was actually a mistake on my part since his physical sketch had curved lines in his spear due to me not paying attention. But I decided to incorporate the reason why it's bent is because it has taken so much damage that the metal bent and he hasn't had the time to fix it.

Also he has dinosaur like legs, main reason why is because I thought the would make he stand out from the Raptors since the Terradons share the same character model as Leugey.

I'm pretty proud of how well they turned out. They definitely feel more like how I envision them to be then their first designs. Especially Dakota since he was just a head before. They definitely feel more like established characters now( At least until I get unsatisfied with this designs in maybe a few years.)

And yes, fanart of this 2 plus Alita and Caspian are definitely appreciated.

Hopefully I'll have their bios typed up soon.

And so I think that's it, tell me what you think.

[bonny-kookoo]

Home!Yoongi: Acts of Love

Part of the Home!AU.

In which you learn how Yoongi says 'I love you.'

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, subtle romance, Idol!Yoongi x Foreigner!Reader

You don't quite know yet where you stand with Yoongi.

You consider the two of you friends; he visits you at your apartment sometimes, while in turn inviting you over to his studio other times. It's a silent friendship- not defined by loud laughter, or crazy nights spent doing something out of the ordinary. If anything, most times he visits you it's relatively quiet and almost boring; eating dinner together before watching a series or movie. Sometimes he helps you with things around the apartment you're too scared to do; fixing a lamp in your kitchen, checking if you've put your new furniture together in the right way, or helping you set up your new TV.

It slowly developed into random visits even when you've got stuff to do.

He himself knows why he does this; he likes spending time with you. Because you're rather quiet as well, you're company without the usual exhaustion that comes with it for him. He normally feels drained very quickly from having to engage in conversations or other things- but you both don't even have to talk at all. He likes that.

He's on your couch, doing some small work on his tablet while you're on the other side of the room on your computer, actually working. You rub your eyes every now and then before concentrating again, before yoongi gets up and walks into your kitchen. You don't question him; he's free to roam around, he knows your apartment by now.

A small plate is set at your left hand side with a silent gesture; cut up fruits with a small fork to go with it, probably so you won't get your keyboard all messy with the fruit juice. He simply sits down on the couch again, looking at his tablet while you hum a thank you out to him. He nods. "You should get a pair of those blue light filtering glasses." He comments in a lazy voice. "Since you're working in front of a screen a lot. I have those too." He mumbles, and you shrug, before picking up a piece of fruit.

He's been doing things like these more and more recently.

Quiet gestures, like these, are what makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. Those small acts of service fill your heart and make you painfully aware just how love-starved you actually are. He's honestly the sweetest guy you've met yet- even though he tends to disagree. Sure, he has his rough edges; voice easily coming across as irritated, quietness tending to make arguments difficult since he likes to avoid those at all costs. Mistakes on his own side and others make him annoyed quickly- but it's just him. He makes up for those outbursts by simple gestures and making sure you know he didn't mean it in the way it probably came across.

You're worried you might have a crush on him at this point.

"You stuck?", he asks after a moment;another one of those gestures. He'd noticed you'd stopped typing by now- simply stating at your screen instead of actually checking the data you've been given. You sigh, shaking your head before you save the progress and shut your laptop for now, leaning back into your seat. You stretch your legs, muscles tired from sitting for so long before you look at him.

"You got a clue what to eat later?" You ask, walking to your fishtankt to check on your little creatures, while he shrugs.

"We can just look what's in your fridge and throw something together."He says, clicking the lock button on his tablet, the device now sat on your couch. "I'm not picky."

"I know." You say with a small smile, and he smiles back, before he simply says:

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

"You- what?" You ask, eyes wide open at the blunt remark of his. Its so sudden- you're basically short-circuiting.

"I thought you should know." He shrugs, getting up to walk into the kitchen, where you trail after him. "Are you?" He wonders while he looks into your fridge, taking out random things.

"Hmhm." You affirm, leaning against the counter. "But.. hm. What now?" You ask, and he shrugs yet again, closing your fridge.

"We can just see where it's going from now on." He says, opening a cabinet. "I mean- Jungkook is able to have a fully public relationship, and I'm pretty sure he's not the only one who's got someone. Where's your soy sauce?" He says casually, as you walk towards him to open a different cabinet. "Oh, thanks." He says, getting out a pot.

"So.. you can see yourself in a relationship? With me?" You ask, and he nods.

"We're pretty domestic already, no?" He mumbles while he turns on the stove. "I mean I'm pretty much feeding you every second day of the week." You laugh at that, playfully hitting his healthy shoulder- always mindful, even though he said the surgery made things way better.

"Yah, I was able to survive without you just fine!" You challenge.

"On instant Ramen and occasional takeout. That's hardly a good diet, love." He chuckles, and you watch him for a moment, ghe sizzling of the pot the only sound, as you realize.

You may have survived without him before- but that doesn't mean you need to anymore.

Maybe this could work.

[c0s-lettuce]

cute - piers nivans x reader, part seven

writing (no social media in this part), female reader

a/n: i'm finally back with the last part! thanks for waiting for me! i never expected anyone to be interested in what i made. but i was wrong and i got to meet some of the coolest (and sometimes weirdest) people ever. so shout out to all the mutuals i've made and thanks to everyone who's ever interacted with my posts. you're all the best!

word count: 1896

warnings: minimal swearing, mentions of injury

p.s. also sorry this part is so long. i suck at planning. an epilogue will be coming out very soon!

< part six - masterlist - epilogue >

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Was it a good idea to insert yourself into the investigation? Probably not. Is Chris going to kick your ass when he finds outs what you did? Definitely. But anything would be better than sitting at home, banned from work and waiting on others to fix your mistakes. Your source - a totally not questionable private eye - informed you that Daniel has been at O'Malley's Bar during late hours.

So here you are, sitting alone in a rather crummy booth, sipping on a drink that tasted too much like hand sanitizer. You've dressed up enough to blend in but not enough to stand out, lest a certain someone recognizes you. As you looked around, you thought, this is definitely the place to hide out. You don't imagine anyone here would question anything, from the lazy-looking patrons to the close-to-absent staff.

You hadn't seen Daniel yet, which is a good thing considering you haven't decided what you would do if you did see him. But it's also a bad thing because now you have time to do other, less pleasant things, like thinking.

So you think. Piers hasn't spoken to you since this whole situation started, and you don't yet have the guts to say something to him. And there's also the fact that he was definitely upset the last time you did speak, which wasn't even your fault. Or maybe it was.

More minutes pass until finally, a familiar face appears. Daniel walks out from behind the bar. Tensing up, you watch from the corner of the bar. He whispers something to the bartender, who nods in response. Then he promptly leaves the building.

Once he's gone, you walk closer to the bar and spot a door behind the shelves. That must be it. That must be where your answers lie.

You cause a quick distraction; you drop a glass on the floor. The bartender looks up, makes an irritated face and walks over to clean up the mess. With no one tending the bar and everyone else in the room who couldn't care less about the smashed glass, you make your way behind the bar and through the door.

A flight of stairs lies ahead. You head down and reach the bottom. Walking down the short corridor and around the corner, you're now in a small room. The place is like a bunker; it's dirty and dark, there are control panels, buttons and keyboards all over a desk, and half a dozen screens illuminate the space.

Your first thought is that you have to tell someone about this. Hastily pulling out your phone, you think to call Chris. But then you see a small green circle next to Piers' icon. He's awake right now.

You call him. To your luck, he picks up.

"What's wrong?" he asks, rather unenthusiastically.

At any other moment, you'd comment on his dull greeting. But not tonight.

"Don't get mad," you begin, "But I've been following Daniel, and I've found where he's been hiding."

"What?" he says with a lot more interest now. You hear shuffling on his end, "Where are you?"

"O'Malley's Bar, just downtown," you tell him.

"Jesus, ok. Stay where you are. Don't do anything stupid."

"Too late," you walk up to the desk, "I found a bunker with a ton of computers."

"Can you please just wait?" Piers urges you.

You shake the mouse, and the screen lights up. The Umbrella logo wallpaper is the first thing you see. Not surprising.

"It's Umbrella," you inform him.

You start looking through the tabs and windows. You find status reports and read through them.

"Just hold on for a second and-" Piers tries to say.

But you interrupt, "Holy shit..."

"What? What is it?" he asks.

You take a step back. Your heart drops as you stare at the screen. You reread the report, hoping you read it wrong. But you didn't.

"They're trying to recreate the T-Virus," you say.

Silence comes from the phone. Seconds later, you hear even louder shuffling, and Piers says, "Listen to me. Stop whatever you're doing and get out of there."

But you've already gone in too deep. Setting down your phone on the desk, you look through the rest of the windows. You find mountain loads of data all about the same thing, while Piers' pleas from your phone go unheard.

"So you finally found this place," a familiar voice says from behind.

You spin around. Daniel stands at the entrance.

"I have to say I'm not surprised it's you," he continues.

You're thankful that you didn't put your phone on speaker. Piers should be able to hear all of this.

Daniel starts walking closer, "Did you take a look through the computers?"

"Yeah," you say, backing away from him, "Found some pretty big stuff on there."

"Oh yes," he hums, "Truly magnificent, isn't it?"

You scoff, "Magnificent? What about any that is magnificent."

"You lack vision, my dear," he condescends.

"And you lack brain cells," you fire back.

Your insult doesn't affect him. He continues, "The T-Virus was so effective, the government's solution was to blow up the entire city."

You heard a loud noise from upstairs. Your first hope is that someone's here to help. But there's no way Piers would've gotten here that quick. Nevertheless, Daniel doesn't appear to notice, so you keep him occupied.

"You know we have vaccines for the virus? Even if you make a new strain, they'll make one before too much damage can be done," you tell him.

"Maybe, but an initial outbreak will cause enough panic for our other plans,' he responds.

Other plans? What else have they planned?

"Why are you doing this?" you ask. A worthless question to ask, but at this point, you're just trying to stall.

"It's just... so much fun," he says with a smile, "but now that you've seen what's down here, I have to kill you."

Before you even react, Daniel pulls out a gun and points it at you.

Your hands shoot up immediately.

"For what it's worth," he continues, "This has been entertaining."

The next few moments happen so fast that you barely register what happens. The sound of the door opening upstairs distracts Daniel for a second. You have no chance of getting out of this situation, but you try your luck by ducking behind the desk. Though it seems your luck has run dry tonight as a sudden pain spreads from the side of your body. You land roughly on the floor.

A man appears in the room and tackles Daniel. With your blurry vision, you recognize it to be... Chris? What is he doing here? You don't think of an answer before Daniel's gun slides towards you. You're in no state to aim it at Daniel without risking Chris, so you get another idea. You reach for it and shoot at the computers. Sparks fly from the display. You make sure to use up all of the bullets. Your vision goes dark.

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The next thing you know, you open your eyes to be met with a blinding white ceiling. Groaning, you try to look at your surroundings. You don't see much before hearing someone say your name. You recognize the voice.

"Piers?" you call out in response.

"Yeah, I'm here," he says.

"What happened?" you ask.

"You got shot in your side. You've been in the hospital for a few days," Piers tells you.

You finally get a good look at the room; it's a standard hospital ward. There are monitors surrounding you. Piers sits on the right side of your bed. In the corner of the room, you see a small collection of flowers and cards. You hear the door open. Looking over, you see Chris come in.

"Hey, you're awake," Chris walks over to your left, "how's your memory?"

You back to the bar, "I think I remember most of what happened... before I blacked out."

"Right..." Chris pulls up a chair and sits beside you. He briefly explains everything that happened. You had destroyed the computers, and they couldn't retrieve the data. Hopefully, that meant no one else could get it either. The bar is now closed and under investigation. Blue Umbrella is also under some fire now.

"How'd you know I was there?" you ask when he finishes.

"I followed you. Your neighbour was worried and told me what you were up to," Chris tells you.

"Oh, I see..." you say.

It makes sense, you think to yourself, though you wouldn't be surprised if he said he used his magic Chris Redfield powers.

"And what happened to Daniel?" you continued.

"He's gone for now. But I don't want to worry. You should focus on getting better right now."

You sigh, "Yeah, ok."

Chris stands up, "I gotta get back to work. Take it easy, alright?"

"Of course," you say.

Chris and Piers nod at each other. Chris starts heading out.

"Oh, one more thing," he stops at the door and turns around.

You sit up a bit to look at him, "Yeah?"

"We're gonna need to have a serious chat later about how you inserted yourself into an official investigation without proper permission."

You stare at Chris, not expecting him to say that. After a second, you reply, "Right... yeah, sure thing."

He offers you a small smile and leaves.

Once he's gone, you lie back down and stare at the ceiling, "He's totally going to kill me."

Piers holds in a laugh, "Yeah, and whose fault is that?"

You sigh and ask, "Did I do bad?"

Piers takes some time to think.

"Nah," he shrugs, "if anything, you probably caused a major delay in whatever they were planning, which gives us more time to catch up. Besides, it's in the past. Nothing you can do about it now."

"Ugh, it never stops. It's just virus after virus, terrorist after terrorist."

"Yeah, maybe. But if people like us continue to fight, there's still hope."

You let out a weak laugh, "That sounds like a line from a Star Wars movie."

Piers chuckles, "Well, space would be much more interesting than viruses. Missions would have better views too."

"Yeah, I would hope for a better view than..." you look out the window of your hospital room, "the side of a building."

Piers laughs, "Alright, when you get better, I'll take you to the very top of my apartment building, and we can watch the sunset together. How does that sound?"

You smile, "That sounds wonderful."

The two of you stay in that moment for a while. It feels perfect, almost like that moment after the dinner party.

Piers stands up and breaks the silence, "It's getting late. I should let you rest."

But you stop him, "Wait, Piers... can you stay?"

He pauses and looks at you as if searching for something. Was he looking for sincerity? Was he looking to see if what you said was what you meant? Whatever it is, he seems to have found it.

"Sure," he says, smiling softly.

You scoot over on your bed as Piers takes off his jacket and shoes. He carefully slips in and puts an arm around you. The two of you fit snug on the bed.

You lay for a moment of comfortable silence before saying, "Thank you."

Piers responds, "Anything for you."

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[syubub]

What makes BTS most vulnerable

Woo! A reading! I wanted to do this bc its been on my list for a little while now!

I just got off work and wanted to do this asap! Pls forgive mistakes! I'm not gonna proof read bc im lazy.

Cheeky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!!

So so so so

First off, I did each member and also one for the group! I didn't have a specific plan in mind when I started, so I just went with the flow!

Let's start with the group first

So. The 5 of pentacles is what makes them most vulnerable. This card talks about isolation, feeling lost, anxiety, not having money or influence. Most of all, a mindset of lack.

All of this to me makes me think that what makes them most vulnerable is the fear of being right back where they started. Feeling exiled from the industry, not having the funds to be sure of a stable future and also not having a strong sense of identity as a group and within the group. It's like their vulnerability comes from something almost like ptsd? Let me try to make that make more sense. I genuinely think that where they started and the uncertainty and constant ridicule really had an impact on them. The vulnerability they have as a group is essentially emotional distress? Like, I wish I had better words to explain. It's the fear that they haven't actually grown or gotten anywhere and that they are insignificant that is their vulnerability. Fear based on where they started?

I really hope that made sense. Moving on though, 7 of swords is how it manifests for them. This card is sneaky. It talks about getting away with something and betrayal but I think this meaning is the most relevant: strategic moves. So how their vulnerability manifests is that the fear that they have causes them (and the company) to make very specific moves to keep their fears from happening. It's like, they take steps to make sure their fears don't get realized. Career wise but also personally. They can sometimes force growth because they fear stagnation. Kinda like rolling something uphill? Once it loses momentum it starts rolling back down.

The other two cards, Wellness and busy times and multitasking, are what they can do to lessen that vulnerability. Keeping healthy in mind body and spirit (also keeping the group bond healthy too) as well as channeling their emotions and fears into productivity. (Think the ly:tear album)

Seokjin

This is really intresting. So, what makes him most vulnerable is repressed emotion that causes inner turmoil. The moon is all about your insides and the vastness it has. In its reverse it talks about the darker parts of your subconscious. So, him bottling shit up and repressing it becomes a monster that affects him without him even necessarily knowing.

As for how that manifest in his life, it literally affects his judgment. Like, literally. It messes with his decision making.

As a fellow human with a similar problem, I can almost bet that any issue he has with another member will be shoved away and it will fester until he's at his breaking point and he'll absolutely weaponize it but disguise it as "just poking fun" or he might also purposefully create low level chaos. It's really intresting because this could manifest in so many ways. It could be his insecurities, issues with other people, fears ect and they fester in his brain space fucking with his judgment.

What he can do to lessen this vulnerability is deep emotional healing. Istg these cards are too perfect to make up. He needs to do THE WORK and heal it. He probably recognizes this and is working on it. Its not fair to himself to put himself aside in order to put other people first. (I think this probably happened a lot in the early bts days bc he had to be an older brother and a responsible figure to 6 other kids so he prioritized group harmony over his own issues and emotions)

Yoongi

????

Um, okay. So what makes yoongi most vulnerable is the dark side of wealth. That's the 10 of pentacles rev. But it gets interesting bc the 10 of swords isn't what makes him vulnerable but it also isn't how it manifests?? So here's my theory time. What makes him most vulnerable is the dark side of wealth. I can only assume that it's the isolation and internal conflict of benefiting off of a system that fucked you over in the first half of your life and also feeling bad for having wealth that most people can never imagine? I really don't know? But with the 10 of swords talking about betrayal and deep wounds, it could be that he's extremely afraid of being taken advantage of? Like, that's another downside of wealth. Maybe people have tried to use him for money or influence? Especially in his personal life. Like, he probably finds it extremely hard to get close to people because he's afraid of betrayal over something that is already hard for him to deal with?

Also loss. He wasn't born rich. He worked his ass off to get what he has and he's probably afraid to lose it. He might "stash" money?

Anyway, knight of swords, how it manifests. This card is about a drive to succeed. So essentially this makes him run and push himself hard and harder and harder to out run what he sees as an inevitable end? Sometimes this can blind him.

As for what he can do to lessen this vulnerability, we have, self confidence through God confidence. This card to me talks about having faith in your actions and skills and trusting in yourself even if you doubt your ability. Essentially, yoongi just needs to trust in himself to land on his feet no matter what happens. Life is always uncertain so he needs to trust that he can weather any storm he might face.

Hoseok

This was one gave me some thoughts. So, similar to jin, it's the bottling shit up and having you subconscious mind eventually figure shit out because it's been neglected but with the 2 of swords in reverse, talking about confusion and being indecisive, I think this kinda causes him to shut down? He might get apathetic. It's almost like when you work a computer so hard that it crashes.

And how this manifests for him with the 3 of pentacles in reverse is that he gets thrown out of alignment with the group. Kinda like how you shouldn't drive on a flat tire. He withdraws and becomes hard to reach and puts up a wall that causes a lot of problems for him as well as those he is around. It's a defense mechanism. It can also manifest in him preferring to work alone as well instead of group settings.

This exposes him to depression and doubt.

Also similar to jin, for how to lessen this vulnerability we have Bless your heart with talks about reaching out (breaking down that wall) and healing your heart and healing the root issue.

Namjoon

Okay. This is the one that makes so much sense but also confuses me.

So. What makes him most vulnerable is the magician rev and 10 of cups. Unrealized potential and poor planning as well as love, harmony and alignment.

So.... what? How does love and the happiest happiness make him vulnerable?

Well, I think he's suspicious of it. I think that he can't help but wonder in his big big big brain if THIS is the right happy or if its really happiness at all? Almost like commitment issues but also not? It's like, he's afraid that it won't last? He might have trouble fully allowing himself happiness. Also, what makes him the most vulnerable is love. It opens up every bit of his soul and puts it on a laundry line for everyone to see and I don't think he thinks he's worthy enough to be seen like that?

As for how it manifests in his life, 9 of cups, personal fulfillment and a strive to have everything else in hislife sorted out? Essentially wanting to have a perfect foundation so eventually he can share with all the important people in his life.

As for what he can do. Value your self worth. pretty straight up. He needs to value himself more. He deserve love and he deserves to feel seen even if it's uncomfortable at first.

Jimin

Oki. What makes jimin most vulnerable is choice. The 7 of cups talks about focusing on what's best for you and making choices based not on illusion. I think jimin is plagued by unrealistic expectations and confronting the fact that it's not possible is what makes him most vulnerable. He makes choices that are driven by illusion. Usually about self. I think specifically about how he doesn't always see how good he already is so he pushes himself to chase after something that isn't always right for him or even there in the first place. Acknowledging and facing it brings vulnerability that he doesn't always want to face. I think he might equate vulnerability to powerlessness.

How it manifests. 9 of wands rev. Paranoia and being defensive. It's his own fear and insecurities manifesting outside of himself.

As for what he can do, passion and purpose and multifaceted. Focus on what is close to his heart and don't get side tracked. Theres so much more to this situation and there isn't an easy fix. There's a lot of things that need working on in order for him to feel comfortable.

Taehyung

Oki oki oki. What makes Tae most vulnerable is strength rev. Raw emotion. He doesn't always express his emotions and when he chooses to be more open, his emotions go through a bit of a filter. Showing his unfiltered emotions makes him most vulnerable because it's him as he is. In his truest form. It's all of his wants, joys, fears. Everything.

As for how it manifests, 10 of wands and Hanged man, it becomes a burden that he carries because he feels like he can't just be honest. He pauses and allows himself time to feel on his own but that means possibly being misunderstood and a bit isolated.

Now. What can he do to lessen it? Bless your heart and healthy communication in relationships. TALKING TO PEOPLE AND ALLOWING HIMSELF THAT VULNERABILITY. It's not bad to be vulnerable. Heal that shit bb bc you are worth it.

Jungkook

So, what makes him most vulnerable? The world in rev. Not having closure and seeking it. The process of seeking closure for himself about things that could have or putting to rest something that has come full circle. It brings vulnerability because he has to face things that he could have done better. He has to face things coming to a close and be okay with is.

How it manifests, the tower, ace of cups, 5 of cups reversed.

The tower is essentially everything crumbling down. I think jk thinks too much? If you follow a ball of yarn all the way to the end then you just unraveled a whole ass ball of yarn.

Him going to close those things cause him to unravel his foundation.

With the ace of cups, creativity and love/ new emotions, I think him taking the time to pursue personal closure helps him to be more open to love as well as giving him creative fuel.

The 5 of cups rev. Means that him doing this closure thing helps him to forgive himself bc he's taking time to move on and tie up loose ends?

For jk this closure thing manifests in every aspect of his like and I almost see it as him shedding? Sounds weird but he's consciously moving on and paying attention to what he needs?

As for what he can do? Deep emotional healing! He runs the risk of feeling more of the tower manifestation so he needs to keep himself emotionally healthy in order for this to be productive instead of destructive!

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I hope y'all like this! I feel like the cards didn't always follow what I was kinda going for with my questions but it all works out in the end I guess?

My next reading will be up later this week (I've already done it and taken all of my notes. I just have to type it all out) so look foward to that as well!

[lost-inthedream]

Tea and warm compress

Pairing: Husband!Youngbin x female reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Warnings: mentions of sex

Words count: 1.4k

Summary: Moving to a new apartment can be quite exhaustive. There are still so many belongings to be organized... But they definitely can wait! The reader gives Youngbin some extra care because he has a backache.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you might find.

It was starting to get late, more two cups and you would be emptied that cardboard box also. The new apartment had a bunch of cupboards fixed on its walls, which allowed you to organize your kitchen tools pretty well. Youngbin sorted the dishes on the shelf right over the cups. You were both close enough to touch one another while picking items out of the boxes and putting them in their new places.

"Don't you think that's enough for today, Binnie?" you asked as you noticed him placing the last dish on the top of a small pile.

"I dunno, love. We still have a few boxes to clear out" he answered with a subtle grimace and combing his bangs back, only to have them covering his forehead again once he lowers his hand.

You glanced at the intact cardboard boxes on the corner, but by the look on your face, he knew that they didn't bother you at all.

"We have time to work on them tomorrow." You lifted one eyebrow as if it were the smarter declaration ever. "I'm sure they won't escape this apartment if we don't grab them right now."

You closed the cupboard door in front of your husband to seal your decision, drawing some words from him.

"Oh! That's my girl" he freed a weary giggle and quickly pulled you to him so he could peck anywhere on your face. A playful smooch clicked on your forehead and then he let his hand go of your back.

You stepped just a millimeter backward without breaking eye contact with him and positioned your hands on your own waist and tilting your head. Youngbin contemplated your cocky loose smile. But you somehow killed the mood when a tired sigh came out of your lips.

Moving has really drained your energy. The process of packing everything you had took so much time in the previous days, then the two of you helped at placing everything inside a truck and finally at carrying all the stuff to the apartment where you would live from now on.

He suddenly noticed the favorite mugs of yours laying on the sink countertop. The items were decorated with matching motifs that suited both of you, quite cheesy.

"What about those mugs?" he pointed with his chin.

"Ah! We're gonna use them right now. I've already found the tea." You winked.

...

"I couldn't wait to sit like this on our couch." Youngbin sighed allowing his face to express exhaustion for the first time.

He leaned backward, his head rested on the couch cushion, which was out of place just a couple of hours before. He still held the mug between his hands, laid on his lap. In any case, having his eyes closed for a while seemed to be a priority.

"Why haven't you said that you were this tired?"

"I guess I have barely noticed it" he replied in a low tone and you could say that he had just figured it out.

His body had been already screaming it to him a bit earlier but he was so absorbed in other tasks that he couldn't hear anything. It was not his fault though, he was excited. The idea of transforming the new place into your actual home was his only thought and so was yours. Even now there was a soft smile making his lips prettier than they already were.

You moved carefully towards your husband, motioning him to accept your body on his lap without pouring the hot liquid on yourselves. That was as if you did some sort of acrobatics, but you succeed together without spilling a drop and now you were close and cozy.

He took a sip and tried to shift his position a bit but the movement made him whimper in pain.

"What's this?" you immediately asked.

"It's just my back" he tried to dismiss your worry but there was an alert signal already resonating inside of you.

Youngbin took the cup to his mouth again, the warmth fulfilling his insides. The gesture was repeated a few times as you observed him closely also drinking from your own mug.

"You're gonna pierce me with your pretty eyes or what?" he joked after a few sips in silence.

You grabbed the empty mug from his hand and equilibrated it on the arm of the couch beside him, along with yours. The patterns on them facing each other, exactly the way you and your loved one did now. You leaned to touch the tip of his nose with your lips causing a snap sound. His chin raised so he could make your mouths meet. It felt sweet and wholesome, the flavor of the two herbs you mixed together slow danced with Youngbin's natural taste. You separated your lips before you were not able to do it anymore.

"It's time to take care of your back, baby". You attempted to stand up.

"I'm alright, y/n. Don't worry, just stay here with me"

He was so exhausted that his arms wrapped loosely around your frame, though it was enough to stop you from letting go of him. He was pouty, a clear sign that he needed to be taken care of. It was true that you were also worn out, but still in better conditions than Youngbin.

"I'm so sorry to have to do more than just staying here but you need a relaxing shower. I'm gonna make you a warm compress as well."

He gave you his familiar side smile as feedback.

...

You had to look for your heat pack in the boxes you had not opened yet. Fortunately, you found it quite easily, which made you sigh in relief.

Youngbin took a long shower and you managed to have the compress ready by the time he left the bathroom. He walked into your shared room barefoot. The floor still fairly cold in the spring "I have no idea of where my slippers are" he complained.

"Same, but you know what? I don't care!"

He hummed in a good mood and carefully put his lazy body on the bed, lying on his stomach and turning his face to the right side, so his cheek got squished against the mattress. You comforted him with a delicate caress on the shoulder that got his eyes to close, like those smart flowers that shut for the nighttime.

"It hurts on your low back, right?"

He grunted positively, eyelids fluttering.

The compress was too hot to touch his skin directly so you used the soft cotton of his t-shirt as a barrier. Since it was now settled down on his back, his movements were restricted and you both did not have much to do other than talk. You did not do more than staying comfortably sitting at his right.

"Aren't you hurting too, love?" he asked reopening his eyes. His sleepy yet charming gaze inviting you to trace his facial features.

"Just from seeing you in pain," you replied seductively. "I didn't carry any heavy box because you're such a gentleman."

He did not know how to respond so he sweetly voiced an "I love you" while your warm hand caressed him on the face.

You shifted to lean down and whisper the same close to his ear, then you could not resist the urge to sniff on his neck. The fresh scent of his soap enchanted you, making you down your eyelids to the friction your nose made on him.

"You shouldn't provoke a man in my condition"

"Is this a complaint or a warning?" you asked playfully letting your lips brush on his earlobe on purpose.

"This is only a complaint tonight. I'm good at waiting."

You dragged one finger down his spine. A sloppy invisible line, coming to an end when it reached the compress.

"I can't wait" you signed.

"Can you move it a bit, baby?. It's like burning my skin" he politely asked interrupting the way your talk was growing steamy.

You took the pack from his low back and placed your hand flat instead, stroking the area tenderly for a few seconds.

"I'm probably waking up better tomorrow and I'm treating you right then. Like the queen you are."

"Don't worry, my king" you said low feeling funny with those words. you calmly unfolded a towel that laid next to you in order to make a new layer between Youngbin's skin and the hot pack. "We have a lot of time to make love in our new apartment. Or should I call it a kingdom?"

He giggled.

"Just home is fine" you decided.

[1hellofacookie]

how do you do your anatomy? would you show us your sketch before you actually draw your person with muscles etc? :) I hope it doesn't sound weird or so I'm just really interested in how you do your anatomy

I don’t do anatomy... lemme show you what it looks like

Thats it, thats what my sketch process looks like. The whole skeleton thingy? I rarely use it, the only thing I use more frequently is a line of action. I know this isn’t very helpful at all. And lemme tell ya, please learn the skeleton thing because it will help you avoid a ton of mistakes. My art has many anatomy mistakes that im just too lazy to fix 💀

Anyways, to explain how I draw, I do shit by eyesight and everything has a shape, for example:

You might have noticed; triangles. They’re quite helpful because they’re more defining in weight and form than cylinders or ovals. You rarely draw these shapes tho, you just keep them in mind while drawing the part. Now what you can do if you have a tablet is go get some random pics of people on pinterest or sth, put them in your drawing app and trace the shapes over them. It’ll help you see the shapes, how they vary when moved and how they’re in relation to the whole body in general.

You can learn a lot by just observing. References are your bestie and also, draw what you see, not what you think it looks like. Your mind tricks you.

If you’ve figured out proportions it’s a lot easier. Once your brain knows that a thigh is almost the length of the upper body, that hands, when the arms are relaxed, hang just around the hips and the elbow is around the height of the belly button, its gonna be a lot easier to understand it all. But to remember it all you gotta draw it at least a few times. Muscle memory, dies das Ananas.

Fun fact, the poses I struggle the most with are literally just relaxed standing poses because hi I’m stupid.

Also foreshortening is a bitch so don’t worry about that for now 💀

Now, I probably dumped a whole lot of shit on you that you didn’t even want to know, so I’m very sorry. I hope this helped someone at least a little bit and I didn’t only waste y’all’s time. I always get carried away with these posts because tbh, they’re really fun.

Anyways I guess thats it for now

[phemonoi]

Checking in with Apollo | 17.06.19 🌻✨

This reading has been very clearing for me. I've been having trouble with interpreting the messages Apollo has been trying to send me but, I think this reading FINALLY did the thing. It all makes sense now. Im relieved.

What do you think of me?

Card: Knight of Pencatles

—Prepared, efficient, ambitious, practical; stagnant, lazy, careless, idle.

Now, I don't think I'm any of those “good” things, but if Apollo says I'm efficient and prepared then okay, I'll try to believe that. As a Taurus moon (with the moon being my dominant planet and chart ruler) I think this card mostly speaks to me in that sense, beside the keywords. An earthly faery; a wood nymph, someone who needs flowers around, but who is also stubborn and mind-biased. Colored by golden, green and soft yellow, this card speaks to me on a physical level more than anything. The Knight of Pentacles needs movement, and constant grounding, in order to not become stuck, too attached to a situation or the current state of affairs, or to just lose herself in the “visible” and “direct” world of the senses. Movement and change will be forced on her if she doesn't cooperate, for seasons must always come and go. She needs to stay tuned into her feelings, water her plants, raise her flowers and care for her animals. I think Apollo sees a lot of potential in me to achieve what I dream of, He also thinks I'm kind and somehow nurturing, loving. The thing is, I'm idle and in constant doubt. The Knight of Pentacles is the one closest to nature out of all the knights. The one who contemplates the most, who has the capacity to develop patience and wisdom the most. She sees leaves falling to their death during autumn, getting buried to be reborn again, beautiful and placid, and in them she finds herself.

What is something you're trying to teach me?

Card: Death rx.

—Resistant, stagnant, immobility, obsession; change, endings, beginnings, transition.

This is very self explanatory. Combined with how he thinks of me (Knight of Pentacles —and I must add, The Hanged Man jumped off the deck while I was shuffling it) Apollo has been experiencing issues with getting his lesson across. I need a deep transformation in order to continue striving for the life I wish to live, in order to find my higher purpose. I must die. Like those leaves making their way to the ground slowly during autumn and turning into ashes during winter. I must experience the deepest transformation and cleansing, I must bury my bones, let my blood become rivers, get rid of all the expectations, concepts and ideas that make me human. The first thing Apollo teached me were healthy habits. My routine became fixed, practical. However, I got bored. My emotions started boiling again and I lost focus and haven't been able to return to my path. Apollo is here to aid me; after all, I am the Knight and he's Eleleus; He of the War Cry.

What have I been ignoring?

Card: The Chariot rx.

—Aggression, self-doubt, defeat, loss of control; conquest, control, victory, motivation.

One of the things I've most been lacking is self-assurance. I find myself in a constant state of doubt, intellectuslizing everything, spending hours in my head unrolling a long and repetitive monologue of everything. My thoughts lack courage, they hyperfixate on the smallest things and turn trivialities into causes of chaos. Apollo is reminding me that I have control, I've never lost it. I need to know myself deeper, my strengths and weaknesses, to transform them. My thoughts wont race if I don't let them. My self-doubt is just boredom, it isn't real.

How are we benefiting each other?

Card: Nine of Wands

—Courage, determination, persistence, hope.

I mean, what can I add? The man in the picture is wounded, but he continues to defend what is his. Contrary to the rider-waite deck, in my deck he's still, fearless. Apollo asks nothing from me but hope, trust, creativity. I'm still a student, I'm learning, and thats fine; I'll hurt myself, I'll cry, but I should never give up. This card is vitality for me right now.

Are we a good match?

Card: The Hierophant

—Tradition, guidance, spirituality, orthodoxy, institution; rebellion, disobedience.

I think this is a fairly good card for this position. Given that Apollo had illustrated the meaning of the reversed card for me before, in a context very similar to this, and that I'm not part of any religious institution or even have access to a community (or the motivation to call myself religious in the first place, and that's why I've always been unsure of this card), I feel the need to use some of its reversed meanings to my advantage. The reversed side of this card has always been more suited for me in many ways, I just like it more; revolution, rebellion, disobedience. This are not things I'm against. They're actually values I hold. However, what Apollo means here is that —He's my guide. I can trust Him with anything. Given my situation, He's basically the only one closest to being a “spiritual leader”, or better said, a teacher for me. All the knowledge I need He will provide for me; I can feel safe with Him. He's patient. It comes to mind right now, He might even want me to take an oath, to move my worship further. I shall reflect on this.

Update: He's probably also telling me that our relationship has become too conservative, and that I'm focusing too much on filling traditional standards or spending too much time studying the “appropriate” greek way of worship. He often repeats that my relationship with the Gods is mine, and I shouldn't look for anyone else's approval on this. This might also be tied to how he thinks about me right now (Knight of Pentacles) as too logical and focused on perfectly practicing my craft, worrying too much about any mistakes to the point where I just decide to not try anything at all, judging myself on whether I'm doing enough or if I even have an inherent right to do it. That sounds extreme, though. Things are right just as they are.

☀️🐰✨🌼💛

[jekyll-hyde-transformation]

Let's be honest.

I had already posted this here but I lost everything in that big mess in this month and I didn't have a copy saved in English.

So as my laziness is consuming me I will post it again, but everything wrong without any revision.

For the sake of laziness.

Maybe later I fixed the text but for now blame the Google Translator.

Jackson Jekyll in Wonderland Ever After High

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes).

Jackson Jekyll walked through an open field with slightly crumpled clothes. Holt had been in control all night and now he had to go home.

Jackson could only think how exhausted he was and how likely he was late with his homework until he took a false step and fell into a hole, or rather in the hole. He could never have imagined that such a great hole existed, and if he had not stayed nearly all the time with his eyes closed he could have sworn he saw random objects flying around him.

Jackson ended up sitting down, his knees on the ground on a bush. The scenery around him was simply so surreal that he could not describe it.

Attracting the attention of a girl with white and blue hair. She pointed a sword at him, but came down when she saw a cute little boy who seemed to be an incarnation of the nerd stereotype with a disoriented look and with leaves and branches stuck in her hair.

- Are you all right? She asked.

- Yes, I already have been worse. He replied.

- I do not think that's a good thing. My name is ... What's your name? She said helping him to stand up.

He failed to pick up her name correctly was something like adjectives, and it seemed that there were some voices talking about her, but he ignored this fact.

- Jackson.

- Nice. Are you the son of which Jack? However, you won't answer me? What is your name?

- No, my name is Jackson. He replied confused.

- Ah, ok your name is Jackson because of your father. My family also does not have much creativity for names.

Jackson was really confused and the voices talking about the girl did not help at all so he said his name was Jackson, but that had nothing to do with my father was just a name.

The girl looked extremely confused.

- Then your name is Jackson. And this has nothing to do with your father.

- It's kind of that.

- Then whose son are you?

- This is an extremely long story please do not make me tell.

- Okay, but what happened to you to stop at this bush?

- I have no idea I was walking in a field and I ended up falling in that bottomless hole and well I'm here. Said Jackson barely managing to keep his dirty mouth shut because of the voices. They were giving him a headache.

- Oh, so you're not from Wonderland? I really was finding you too normal to be from here.

- Wonderland? Jackson asked with the headache growing louder due to that annoying murmur.

The girl looked at the boy who had a huge face of confusion he was really cute, but there really was not any kind of knight in armor or prince enchanted. So she thought he was some kind of cute little assistant.

She then said she would take him back to his school.

Then he started to walk beside the girl. She started talking a lot of confusing things that Jackson did not understand and was not really struggling to understand. Something about how Wonderland and Oz were just an extension of the land of fairy tales.

Until they got back to an even bigger and more frightening hole than what Jackson had dropped. She told him to jump on him and obviously he did not want to, but when he refused, she simply pushed him away.

A new trek began in a forest after Jackson recovered from the stunned and repressed anger. He had not liked being pushed.

Then the girl began to speak and this time Jackson paid attention:

- I've never had seen you around. You're a new student, are not you? So I'm going to leave you in the director's room and he'll help you. I'm sorry I can not keep up with you anymore. I have to deal with my brothers now.

- OK then. Jackson said hiding the despair of realizing that he was not in Monster High yes in what appeared to be a fairy tale version of it.

(He really had to stop being pushed into schools that were not his one.)

Jackson was practically thrown into the director's room, being left by a girl who just told the director that the new student got lost in Wonderland.

The director then approaches the door.

- I do not remember any new students. You look like my brother's thing.

Jackson being raised as the son of a Fire Elemental and a Jekyll and Hyde knew exactly how to lie, though he was extremely nervous about it. But with his head almost exploding and understanding nothing of what was around he deduced that the best would be to be honest after all if they were to kill him, they would kill anyway.

- I have no idea where I am. Study at Monster High. I ended up stopping at that strange place the girl I do not remember her name called Wonderland. Which does not make the slightest sense. So I thought she was going to take me to my school, but I ended up here.Help me please!

The director made a frightened face then gave a dazzling smile

"Oh, I understand you're from the realm of horror tales, and it's here.

- I guess so. Said Jackson insert.

There was no way Jackson knew this but the director had deduced from his appearance that he must be the son of some sort of Monster Hunter assistant or potential monster victim.

"Sit down, kid, there are several Worlds. You came from the realm of horror tales going to stop in Wonderland then came here, meaning it's in the world of fairy tales. This world is different people have the fate of their parents. We have a student from your kingdom here.Maybe you even meet her, however she went to visit the family so I'm sorry. The spell to return to your kingdom is a bit difficult and by your reaction I do not think you have any family here so I think you're going to have to study here for a while until we figure out a way to send you back.

It was too much information for Jackson, the director had to explain it for another half hour until he understood the logic of what had happened to him. Apparently a rabbit had left an open hole that led to another world if that made sense.

At the end of the conversation the director said where Jackson was going to sleep and asked,

- Then tell me who your parents are?

Jackson Jekyll was on the board talking about his fate. Jackson is from the realm of horror tales they do not have a destiny, but stories tend to repeat themselves then sort of considered a kind of different destination by the land dwellers of fairy tales.

Director Grimm, his brother and Snow White were meeting in the room to decide what classes Jackson should stay in. Jackson is treated with affection (he had even won a hot chocolate) mainly for Snow White after all he is a boy apparently delicate and cute. And apparently to avoid confusion Jackson had turned Jack.

Since Jackson does not have a destiny he then begins to tell a confused, half-hour story of how his father is a fire elemental and how his mother is a human with a supernatural disease. But afraid he does not explain about Jekyll and Hyde. So he ends by saying that his fate can be interpreted as being the next Doctor Jekyll already fire elementals does not come from any specific history.

The director's brother arranges a book version. None of them had ever heard of Jackson's family book. So they started reading in the office.

They were all unfamiliar with the dark cloak, title, protagonist ... Jackson was getting more and more nervous. When they finished the book what would they think about it?

In the middle of the book Jackson was forced to hear a comment from the director saying that he would probably stay in a helpless maiden class. What was interpreted as a way to mock him not knowing that this class really existed.

Snow White, which Jackson was still trying to get used to the idea of ​​actually being Snow White, would occasionally look at him affectionately and run his hand through his hair like a teacher saying good work. That did not leave Jackson less worried.

On each page of the book they seemed more and more surprised or in the case director simply bored, since the book is extremely wordy.But at no time in the head of the three did they think that perhaps the doctor was evil and not simply evil, but the real villain of history.

Being Jackson a smart boy soon realized that being a villain's son was not a good thing. Relying on the comments about Lord Hyde throughout history. And from what he knew in the fairy tale, some characters were villains for reasons far lighter than physically assaulting a little girl, killing an old man with nothing but a stick and scaring a man to death (not to mention the fact that Jekyll lying compulsively) so he was really screwed.

When they got to the part where the body had been found they really got confused and it was not long before they got to the part where the secret was finally revealed. They did not say anything, but when they reached the part of Lanyon's letter his features had a slight tone of disgust. And Jackson's face became an expression camouflaged with despair.

In the end the headmaster closed the book and put it to his side with an extremely serious face. Jackson realized that Snow White was farther away from him and with the look of someone who had been betrayed.

"Well, that was unexpected. This really is not the kind of story we're used to in this place ... but you know wolves in sheep's clothing exist.It is a relief to know that you are following your destiny. By your behavior and your appearance I would have never guessed that you are a villain.

In the end, Jackson ended up getting all the classes that involved villainy, magic, cheating and lying to the victim, plus lessons on how to be charming and on the label.

Jackson found this completely unfair was not his fault that his ancestor was a villain.

Jackson was then practically kicked out in the living room. Just getting to hear slight whispers coming from the room as they had been cheated and if it would not be a problem.

Jackson, or Jack as everyone was calling, strolled aimlessly through the school until he found a mirror and when he looked he saw that things were a little different ...

It was a bit difficult to explain his appearance. He was more ... how could he say? Fairy tale? His exaggerated geeky looks had always caused him strangeness, but now it seemed like something more ordinary just too right.

His blue eyes were never so intense. There was no sign that one day he would have had a piercing. His outfit had a more natural trim and his black hair was brownish tones without his characteristic yellow fringe. His face was a bit childish, sweet. Monster High monsters would probably say he looked like a kid.

Everything in him seemed softer and lighter as if in pastel tones.Even his thick, black-rimmed glasses appeared more subtle. It was simply bizarre ... It was as if he had all adapted himself to that world.

Jackson had never been the kind of person considered attractive, at most being described as having a handsome face, and he was not yet and probably never would be, but he had something in his present appearance that disturbed him. It was as if everything in his appearance was made to please ... to be approved. It really bothered him. It all gave him a feeling of unpleasant familiarity. Something in his appearance reminded him very much of a certain Dr. Henry Jekyll.

If Jackson was not admiring his appearance in the mirror, trying to ignore and get a logical explanation for that maddening, indecipherable murmur, which by the way was very loud. He would have noticed what the high school speakers were playing a song that Holt would certainly appreciate and that a blond-haired boy approached him from behind.

Jackson continued to watch his own face in the mirror, his ivory skin reflected. He was a bit pale by the standards of the landlords of the land of fairy tales Jackson bit his white lips as he stared at that delicate and disconcerting figure. He had probably never faced each other so much. He began to focus on his vibrant blue eyes and try to pay attention to the voices. Paying attention to them and getting used to it a little easier it was much easier to understand what they were saying. They seemed to come from above this is the only indication he had of a likely source, but other than that seemed to come all over. In reality it was usually only one, but occasionally they alternated with each other. They all had a certain pompous intonation, but they showed slight differences between them. They were ... were they narrating? Were they simply narrating what was happening? Why would they be talking about him ...? No this would not make sense there was no one behind him ...

Jackson's thought was interrupted by a blond boy putting his hand on his shoulder. Jackson almost had a heart attack. He lived his entire life with creatures monsters and things that would make most humans run away, but he was really taken aback. He did not scream.Which he inherited from the world of Monsters. Shouting to scare was a lack of education, well at least when it came to someone with a human appearance, but he can not help but acquire the posture of a frightened cat.

The exaggerated blond-haired boy who apparently did not notice his fright said,

- We heard you had a new student. I just came to introduce myself to the newbie. I hoped it was a girl. What a disappointment, but let's leave it there. I am….

More names with adjectives that Jackson could not process. The other continued with an extremely narcissistic conversation without ever asking for his name or anything of the sort. He remembered Cleo a little.

It was only then that day that you did not realize that there was another boy with him this time with brown hair.

- Hi, it's Dexter. Sorry for my brother, he's always like this.

Jackson internally celebrated. Finally a name he could handle.

- What is your name?

Jackson stammered a little afraid with all the explanation he apparently had to give to every person he introduced himself. He decided to be as simple as possible:

- My name is Jackson and although my name having a son after Jack is just a prefix and it has no relation to me being the son of someone named Jack.

"Ah, different. That really should fill you up.

Jackson smiled and thought a rather wicked thought:

"And on top of it, there's a brain that's a gift."

"Then you're heard to say you're not from this realm." That you are from the kingdom of Cupid. You know her?

- CA Cupid?

- That's right.

"I do not know her well, but she was from my high school.

- Ah cool.

"Do not people really care that she's a monster?"

- What? No, she's a great person.

"No, not that kind of monster I'm saying literally a monster.

The boy made a huge face of confusion as if he did not understand what he was talking about. Then Jackson realized that Cupid probably did not fit into what they considered to be a monster. This could be a point she would not want to be mentioned. And as someone who understood very well about secrets and things that are uncomfortable to touch, he decided to change the subject.

- Forget. I'm talking nonsense. I do not know this college and it seems to be huge. Could you guys help me out a bit?

As if previous conversation had never existed the boy smiled and said,

"Of course we'll have lunch in the cafeteria now, and then we'll show the classes a bit.

- That sounds great to me. Jackson said.

He then started walking with the boys down the hall. The blond boy just stood admiring himself in a hand mirror. He was definitely like Cleo.

They sat at a table in the cafeteria and Dexter asked,

"So I've never said much about Cupid, but since you're both from the same realm ... well, the director said you're from the realm of horror stories." Tales of terror is where all horror stories lie. This does not look like a place where Cupid's story would come from. Kind helpful couples. How does this work?

Jackson took a deep breath and said,

"I think the specter that the realm of tales of terror covers is far greater than the realm of Fairy Tales."

Daring said nothing, but saw that when Jackson ran his fingers across the table he answered them they released some small sparks of fire.

Jackson pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to check the time.Even this had changed it was not the same he had no longer shaped like a coffin instead had a black coffin shaped hood.

- Wow! Your cell phone has a coffin cap you really take this serious horror business there! Dexter said suppressed.

- You have no idea. Jackson answered.

It was then that the girl he had met earlier in the day approached the table to join the boys and upon seeing him she said:

"Hi, if you're not my favorite damsel.

Jackson gave a shy laugh then replied sarcastically:

"And what would become of me without my prince charming?"

She laughed as the two boys stared in confusion as if they had missed an inner joke and they had.

The four of them talked for about 10 minutes largely asking questions about Jackson's kingdom, which he responded evasively for fear of retaliation as with the director.

Jackson could not stand it any longer and he created the courage of his soul to ask.

- Can I ask you something strange?

- Can you? Darling and Dexter responded.

(Although the blond boy was technically participating in the conversation he had never stopped looking at that mirror).

"What are these voices?"

- What voices? The two answered in confusion in unison. Even Daring's attention had been won.

"Those voices that have not stopped talking ever since I arrived in Wonderland and continued when I came here. I do not know, it's like I've been telling it all. They're driving me crazy.

The three, including the boy in the mirror who had removed the object from the face, gave a strange look and the blonde said in a low voice:

"Not another one.

Before the conversation could take any turn the signal rang and they had to go to their classes. In fact, Jackson was not yet required to attend classes. The headmaster had given him two days to adjust, but as he was dying of boredom he decided to attend some.

The girl then asked to see the paper with his lessons.

"Maybe we have some class." She completed it.

Dexter and she looked and automatically wondered when they saw a role with practically only classes of villains like cheating people, portions for evil and so on. The lessons did not match that handsome, handsome, innocent looking boy.

"Who did you say you were, son?" Dexter asked

Jackson replied,

"I never really did."

- OK. So asking now. Jack, whose son are you? Darling asked.

Dr Jekyll. He replied.

- Oh, okay. Can you track us down a bit?

Jack took a deep breath and then he explained:

- Okay. The world terror works differently technically Dr Jekyll is my no matter what grandfather, my mothers are descendants of him and Lord Hyde who is of the same story. Even though my father has a certain mythology about people like him, he is not of any specific history. Dr Jekyll was the perfect gentleman of almost no fault, but by the end of the story you find out he was not such a cool guy even though technically he is an allegory for good. So I'm the son of Dr. Jekyll, Mrs. Hyde and Mr. Burns.

Everyone's curiosity about Jack (son) being a villain was basically erased and focused on something else.

"Do you have two mothers and a father?" Everyone asked.

- Well technically they are 2 ½. Jackson answered with a shrug.

- What? They said in unison.

Everyone was confused, but decided not to question anymore. The last thing anyone with a good boy's title wanted to do was judge someone's family setting.

So they decided to take Jackson to his first class. On the way, Jackson noticed something. He was a tall boy, but that was ignored by the other Monster High students already in Ever After High that was much more apparent.

Then they reached the door and saw an entire class crowded with the scum of the world of fairy tales. Everyone was afraid to leave someone with the harmless appearance of Jackson there. He would be devoured.

But he went quietly into the strangeness of all. That place was not even close to a class in Monster High. For him, it was normal.

They all stared at him wondering what he was supposed to be doing there. Even the teacher.

She stared at him and asked if he would not be in the wrong class.

Jackson replied with an imperceptible sarcastic tone that sounded more like a sweet and polite phrase:

"No, the director himself sent me here for what he says I am a wolf in sheepskin."

Everyone kept staring at him as he sat, seemingly unconvinced.

"So what the character you're doing sent you here." Jackson was totally embarrassed and with difficulty replied:

- Well, nothing much. Well ... you just find out he's the real villain at the end, but .... Summing up the story was this Mr. Hyde guy and he ... well ... murder ... he means he killed an old man with a piece of wood and there's that little girl ... then aggression ... there's that friend of his ... that scares him ... well ... to death ... He kind of hides his crimes behind this guy .... Ah ... he also has that thing of ideological falsehood besides lying deceiving everyone around him.

The attempt of Jack to soften the crimes of ancestor was extremely flawed.

The teacher looked at him with wide eyes, not believing that the little boy with the face of who would not hurt a fly would be the son of someone like that.

Teacher decided she would talk to director later.

"Then whose son are you?"

"My fate is to be the next Dr Jekyll.

I never heard of it. Teacher spoke up with the conversation.

It was the weirdest class he'd ever had. They were basically telling him how to be evil as if he had an instruction manual for it.

When he finished his class he decided to go after the principal after all, he had no other clothes to wear and he wanted to see if the director could fix it.

As he approached the director, the director swore he was going to try to fool you and was surprised when he just asked for a change of clothes. A director gave him a look and said,

"Well with all that family stuff you can not just ...?"

Then something strange happened Jack could not contain himself and shouted to the director in a voice that did not belong:

"I'm not a witch, you idiot!" I'm just asking for some clothes !!!!! God it's not because an idiot in my family did a lot 200 years ago that I can do those shits of spells !!!!!!

The director looked at him in horror.

Jackson's eyes were red and he let out a little smoke. It took him a few seconds to realize what he had said.

- Oh my God. I'm sorry, I do not know what that was. It was not me.

Jackson had just been acting like Holt. It was he who had a reputation for hot-headedness, he was the one who would go to the board because of these things. Why had he acted like this?

Jackson hated when adults got mad at him, but the director just smiled and said, whispering the last phase so that Jack could not hear her:

"I should have expected that." I should know you're still too young to be a wolf in sheepskin all the time. The book itself said you should be wee bit wild when you're younger. I think this is not much encouraged in your kingdom, but you are simply acting as you should. Like a villain. Just do not get into a mess too big. I'll see what I can do with the clothes. Maybe something approves of fire ...

Then he told him to wait for 5 minutes.

Jackson was totally confused. What did that have? He had lost control ... and the director had been complacent about it. He really had with talk to Holt later.