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[basu-shokikita]

don't think you're getting away with not doing 48 for the kiss meme 😏 for skwistok ofc

Wasn't planning to evade my Skwistok responsibilities!

From this ask meme

48. (Kiss) out of habit

They were watching a black and white, Eastern Europe film on their projector screen. Being rich had many advantages, one of them being able to avoid regular jack-offs while still doing regular jack-off shit like watching pictures.

At some point, Skwisgaar had settled his back against Toki's chest, his undivided attention still on the film. Way less invested, Toki worked on downing the remains of popcorn from their bucket. The crunching of his teeth drowned the quiet music during a particularly revealing scene but Skwisgaar didn't seem to mind.

Instead, he nuzzled against Toki, as if he was searching for the perfect position with his favorite pillow. It was a little endearing, not to mention downright adorable. Fondly, Toki wrapped his arms around Skwisgaar's abdomen, causing his black shirt to only marginally slide up. He grazed the bare skin with his fingertips as he lovingly nestled his face in the crook of Skwisgaar's neck.

It seemed to actually help Skwisgaar find the right spot, supporting the back of his head on Toki's sturdy shoulder. "She totallies ams in a pickle, now." He commented, referring to the main protagonist's struggles.

"Mmh..." Toki hummed, inhaling Skwisgaar's neck. Gently, one hand pressed against the overused fabric while the other played with the hem of the shirt.

"Now she has to choose betweens her countries and her sons...eider way she ams fuckeds.“ Skwisgaar said, unusual empathy in his voice. "Dats communisms for yous."

Toki opened his eyes to see the middle-aged woman crying on her knees. "I thinks she kills her elves cause she donts wants to picks." He said, too entranced with Skwisgaar's presence to feign any emotion.

"How you knows dat?" Skwisgaar turned to him, and their faces were so close to each other Toki was tempted to kiss his.

"I reads the plots when I downloads the-"

Skwisgaar gasped loudly, breaking away from Toki with a judgemental stare. "Tokes! Ams you spoilingks me?!"

"It ams a 60 year olds movies!"

"Ands?"

Skwisgaar glared at him for a moment before cracking a smile. "Kiddingks. I reads dat too when I looks de movies onlines."

Offended, Toki pursed his lips. "You ams means to Tokis."

"Pfft." Skwisgaar was still smiling. "Littol Tokes cants take a joke anymores?"

Toki sighed as Skwisgaar settled against him again. He was right, kind of. There was no reason for Toki to be so tense around Skwisgaar, it's not like they were rivals anymore. Plus, Skwisgaar actually liked him.

Right?

"Ams dere any sodas left?" Skwisgaar asked, eyes glued to the screen.

Toki shook the steel bottle. "Noes."

"Ams gonna gets some." Skwisgaar got up and headed to the kitchen. The sudden emptiness made Toki feel so weirdly alone.

He glanced at his hands, trying not to let insecurity get the best of him again yet feeling the dread creep on him inevitably. Did Skwisgaar even like him? Or was he just playing with him? Was he just another forgettable toy in Skwisgaar's life, soon to be discarded when Skwisgaar got bored? Would Skwisgaar even-

"Backs." Skwisgaar announced. Their eyes locked and eventually Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow. "Well, ams you gonna moves or?"

"Oh, sorries." Toki made space for Skwisgaar to sit between his legs again.

"Thank yous." Skwisgaar resumed his earlier position and sighed. After a few seconds, he turned to kiss Toki on the lips before he returned his attention on the screen.

It was such a small, brief gesture but Toki couldn't help but feel as if his soul was returning to his body. He had gotten so used to the current state of their relationship that he had almost forgotten how precious it was. How unimaginable the idea of Skwisgaar casually kissing him would've been for him a few years ago.

Smiling, Toki tucked the golden wavy strands of hair behind Skwisgaar's ear and pressed their cheeks together in a new hug. He could feel the curvature of Skwisgaar's smile against his skin as he welcomed the hug.

He never wanted to take this happiness for granted.

[fibula-rasa]

Lost, but Not Forgotten: Two Kinds of Women (1922)

Alternate Title: Judith of Blue Lake Ranch

Direction: Colin Campbell & George C. Bertholon (assistant)

Adapted Scenario: Winifred Dunn

Based on: Judith of Blue Lake Ranch by Jackson Gregory (novel)

Production Manager: R.J. Tobin

Camera: Dev Jennings

Editing: Pauline Frederick (editing supervisor), Colin Campbell, & Dev Jennings

Studio: Robertson-Cole (Production & Distribution)

Performers: Pauline Frederick, Tom Santschi, Charles Clary, Dave Winter, Eugene Pallette, Billy Elmer, Jack Curtis, Jim Barley, Sam Appel, Otis Harlan, Clarissa Selwynne, Jean Calhoun, Tom Bates, Lydia Yeamans Titus, Frank Clark, Bud Sterling, Elise Collins, Joseph Singleton, & Stanhope Wheatcroft (not mentioned after release, but listed during production: L.C. Shumway)

Premiere: Opened at Loew’s State Theatre on 3 February 1922; preview screenings for reviewers in NYC, 27 January

Status: presumed entirely lost

Length: 6 reels,  ~6,000 feet (a few sources say 5, most say 6)

Synopsis (synthesized from magazine summaries of the plot):

Judith Sanford (Frederick) inherits the sizable Blue Lake Ranch after the unexpected death of her father. Upon her arrival, she discovers that the ranch’s manager, Trevors (Clary), has been systematically undermining the value of the ranch. Judith confronts him, fires him, and wings him with her pistol as severance. 

The horse foreman, Bud Lee (Santschi), had suspected Trevors’ dirty dealing, but questions if he can work for a woman. Regardless of his doubts, Bud respects Judith’s goals and remains loyal to the ranch.

As there are still men working on the ranch loyal to Trevors, Judith’s employees are divided. One of Trevors’ hires, Quinnion (Curtis) rebukes Judith and suggests she can’t even ride. She challenges him to bring her a horse he thinks she can’t ride. Judith successfully rides the wild broncho and Quinnion is cowed, leaving the ranch bitterly. The incident wins Judith the respect of the men, including Bud and Carson (Pallette), the cattle foreman.

Judith’s next point of action is tracking down the staff Trevors ousted, most importantly the ranch vet, Doc Tripp (Clark). Tripp returns and uncovers that disease-infected animals have been intentionally introduced to the ranch’s stock. Judith runs Trevors’ vet, Crowdy (Appel), off the ranch.

Hampton, a city boy and one-third owner of the ranch, is unhappy when he hears of Trevors’ firing and decides to pay a visit to Blue Lake. (In reality, he’s dodging his creditors.) The visiting socialites are rankled by Judith’s cowgirl togs and no-nonsense demeanor. Alternately, the ultra ladylike Marcia (Calhoun), Hampton’s fiancee, finds a new devotee in Bud.

On the night of their arrival, Judith learns that the employee she sent to collect the payroll has been robbed. Bud races to the bank overnight to return to pay the staff the following day. As Bud is on his way back, his horse is shot out from under him, but he manages to reach the ranch just in time.

That night, Bud and Judith set out to track down the bandits and recover the stolen payroll. At a cabin in the mountains, they catch the robber after a shootout and find it’s the discharged vet, Crowdy. They agree to stay overnight to guard the injured Crowdy. To pass the time, Judith pulls a book from an unexpectedly well-stocked library in the cabin and sees that the books belong to Bud! They’re interrupted when Quinnion attacks to save Crowdy and another shootout ensues.

Fortunately, Judith’s absence from the ranch was noticed by Hampton. He has mounted up with Bud’s assistant, Tommy, and they arrive in time to save the pair and manage to capture another of Trevors’ agents, Benny (Barley). Benny is locked up, but is freed overnight, meaning there are still more of Trevors’ men lurking. Bud pledges his loyalty to Judith, but then has a romantic foray with Marcia.

Despite the hubbub, the annual Blue Lake dance is held. Carson kits out the workers in suits mail-ordered from Sears-Roebuck, which they accessorise with guns and ammo belts. Bud, it turns out, has a tailored suit of his own that he unpacks and presses for the occasion. He is bewildered when he arrives at the dance and sees a perfectly feminine Judith in a fashionable Parisian gown. Fully enamored with “the real Judith,” Bud whisks her off to the porch and kisses her.

Judith is surprised to find an urgent note from Doc Tripp awaiting her after the dance. The note explains that he has uncovered another Trevors mole and has been wounded. Judith rushes to Tripp, but is waylaid and kidnapped. She manages to remove the mask from one of her abductors and it’s Trevors himself! 

Three days pass. Hampton suddenly orders Carson to prepare 500 head of cattle to be sold at a loss. Immediately suspicious, Bud rides to the ranch house and is told that Judith left for San Francisco three days prior. Given Hampton’s fishy assumption of command, Bud and Carson tie him up while they investigate Judith’s real whereabouts. They discover the forged note and confirm with Tripp that he didn’t write it. With mistrust toward Hampton building, they place him under guard and ride to confront Trevors.

In all that time, Judith has been kept prisoner in the mountains by Quinnion. When Quinnion attacks her, Judith seizes an opportunity to escape, but quickly learns that her prison is set among perilous cliffs. Quinnion gives chase, they struggle, and he plummets to his death. Hopelessly lost and exhausted from her ordeal, Judith makes a last ditch effort for rescue by lighting a signal fire before losing consciousness.

Bud and Carson find Trevors and a wild fist fight breaks out. Bud trounces Trevors and Trevors is forced to leave town for good, but not before revealing where he’s hidden Judith. Bud rescues Judith and they all return to the ranch. After they have had time to recover from their respective tribulations, Bud and Judith reunite and embrace.

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Points of Interest:

Pauline Frederick made 55 silent feature films in her career. Of those 55 films 45-6 of the films are presumed lost or mostly lost. [One film’s status is unclear ATM.] Of the 9 known to survive, 3 are incomplete (2 are missing at least one reel and the 3rd survives in an abridged cut).  Of the surviving 9, three have had home video releases [Three Women (1924), Devil’s Island (1926), and Smouldering Fires (1925)]. Of the 6 surviving films that haven’t had home-video release, 2 have been screened publicly in the past decade [The Love the Lives (1917) and The Moment Before (1916)]. A very rough record for a big star (who didn’t spend most of their career at Fox) to only have a 16-18% survival rate.

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Winifred Dunn, prolific writer from a young age working in many genres, wrote/edited 33 silent features, 20 of which are presumed lost.

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Two Kinds of Women was part of the schedule of R-C Pictures’ releases for early 1922. This was a crucial moment in the history of the company, as it was soon after re-organized into F.B.O. The founders exited the company, but so did Pauline Frederick, Sessue Hayakawa, Tsuru Aoki, and Doris May—their biggest stars going into 1922. 

While the contemporary critical response to TKoW was generally positive and exhibitors across the US and Canada cited good ticket sales, it didn’t leave much of a legacy. At least one contemporary critic, Laurence Reid, considered the film of decent quality but ultimately forgettable. Whether TKoW would have stood the test of time or not, we can’t know. Lost or not, I’m sure the re-organization of TKoW’s distributor affected its potential for long-term popularity. There is at least one instance from after the re-org of a theatre owner receiving a faulty print of the film. So, even by 1923, it was hard to come by a decent print of TKoW.

The reason I’m confident in placing blame on R-C/F.B.O. is that, of the slate of 20 films they released in late 1921 and early 1922, 16 are currently presumed lost and only 3 appear to be completely extant:

Lost: The Lure of Jade, The Sting of the Lash, The Foolish Age, Eden and Return, Five Days to Live, The Vermillion Pencil, A Wife’s Awakening, Silent Years, The Call of Home, The Barricade,Two Kinds of Women, Boy Crazy, Salvage, The Glory of Clementina, Gay and Devilish, and At the Stage Door  Extant: Where Lights Are Low, The Swamp (would live to see this one BTW), and Beyond the Rainbow

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The instant flesh is severed, Silver Wolf’s eyes have locked on. She traces the arc of the falling tail for every second that it’s in the air, eyes daring not to as much as blink lest it roll away or despawn or something. That’s not just a tail, but perfectly usable material. It’s loot, and loot is the fuel for every gamer’s furnace. As she sprints closer, her hands get to work tapping away at her gauntlet until another few holo-screens bring up some programs. As she skids to a stop, she makes a selection at a menu, and from the tips of her fingers she flings something malicious at the cut appendage. A special kind of Aether hack that can manifest into reality thanks to her cartridge, it would be their ticket to extracting something valuable out of this carve. It attaches to biological material and undoes any connective tissue holding scales together with meat, meat together with bone. Essentially, it’ll act as a carving knife to separate every workable bit and then collect them for Silver Wolf to take. It’ll take time, though, so for now she turns her attention back to her comrades.

“Pure strength is a powerful thing, isn’t it?” she nudges Kafka, grinning a little since she’d be rattling her aim, “People will listen to power, apparently. She’s running this whole area like it’s a real-time strategy game.” Silver Wolf is, of course, referring to Kujou Sara and the commanding shout she’s just delivered to the battlefield. This is a hunt for the two of them, but to her, it might as well be war. That kind of outlook isn’t entirely a bad thing, though. At the very least, it’s interesting to the Hacker. So she shrugs and reequips herself, brushing past Kafka as a means of goodbye. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice! Time to crash the system.” 

Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Head (4/20HP) [Roll 1d20 = 11, Hit! -2HP. ??? - Head (2/20HP)] Passive: Might makes Right, +1 DMG Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (77/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 16, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (76/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (76/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 13, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (75/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (75/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 18, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (74/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (74/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 11, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (73/80HP)]  Silver Wolf 9/10HP uses Normal Attack: Circle Slash on ??? - Talons (73/80HP) [Roll 1d20 = 5, Hit! -1HP. ??? - Talons (72/80HP)]  ???: -7HP (26/80HP) Passive: Monster Physiology

Silver Wolf leaps into action. Her first strike comes off of her leap–a payload delivered full-frontal–but what follows is a series of slashes too numerous to be counted. Her blades are light. Lithe. They take nearly no toil on her as she swings them, freeing her to send out attack after attack. But she isn’t just slashing wildly. She’s delivering calculated cuts, treating the monster like a program she’s trying to crack into. If a certain angle won’t work, she tries another. If she can get the blade beneath scale, she does–and she slices wherever she can find softer flesh. She uses a thousand lines of code to send a single message. It’s the kind of attack that would overwhelm a server with the sheer magnitude of its numbers, just hit after hit after hit. She’s stringing combos off of combos, racking up a score so high it breaks the integer limit. And it’s all thanks to that decisive strike from Kujou Sara. With the wyvern’s firewall down, she’s free to wreak as much havoc as her callous little heart could ever want. This is the kind of work she likes. The kind of work she wishes Destiny would give her. 

The monster rumbles. It was flailing about moments prior, but now has the stamina to regain its footing. The Hunter knows her hour approaches, so she puts a little more oomph into one last hit. With both arms tensed, two blades become one. They swipe together, combining forces rather than spreading them. And the result is skin peeling, gnashing, glowing red with blood where she struck. A wound has formed on its underside: one which a keen eye might be able to take advantage of. But that won’t be hers. She can see the incessant twitch of the beast’s eye and takes it as her cue to waltz on out. 

In the moments where it struggles, she wracks her brain for a fitting video game to quote. “No mercy for the merciless~” is what she lands on. It carries an air of pride with it, like she was impressed by the beatdown she just served. 

But she quickly gets serious again, smile inching back down with every struggle and gasp of their hunt. “Be quick with your big hits. These things like to enrage when they get close to death. Y’know, the whole clinging onto life thing. Its last stand or whatever.” Indeed, at the end of the day, they can’t fight nature. Wind blows, rain falls, and the strong prey upon the weak. On a scale this large, a few tricks up their sleeves are hardly going to save them. What will be the difference-maker of today’s battle is whether they are, well and truly, stronger than the King. If they can take his crown for themselves and bear the weight of his scepter. Only then will his judgement elude them. Only then will they earn the right to live and rule in his domain.

Their surroundings begin to change, too. The fires raging across the open field are slowly being quelled by Inazuman villagers. The presence of their general has evidently reassured them that the threat will be handled, and that their goal ought to be keeping damage to a minimum. Suppression forces are hard at work, with water cannons and Hydro visions being a means to the end that is their safety. Silver Wolf’s hack has also finished. Small, cartoon characters bring every bit and piece of the hacked-apart tail to the Hunter, who sees fit to split it into three separate stacks and store it all on her person, for now. The skies darken, as well. And not just from soot rising into the atmosphere. A heavy storm looks ready to blow in at any moment. It’s sure to change the tide of battle once it hits. Nature is readying for their final showdown.

“Just be prepared for when it hits back. The last thing I need is the two of you wiping and letting the hunt get away.” 

//AUTHORIZED TO HUNT: @immovablewill !

ᯓ★ don't forget to carve the tail!

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[wol-fica]

if you are taking requests can i make a request where the reader and jenna ortega play a video game or watch a movie together and in the middle of the game or movie the reader kisses jenna and they spend the rest of the night together (both are already dating)

YES PLS TY TY MUAH

gonna write like sonic rn

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-𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - you spend the night at jenna’s and she decides to make you watch scream 5 with her [fem! reader]

warnings - slight angst, pure fluff, making out, jenna is a softy here, y’all can fight me later ;) not proofread

an - who’s ready for scream 6 btw, 2023 boutta be a lit year ong ong

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Normally when you would spend the night at your girlfriends house, it would be peaceful and full of kisses; that was not the case tonight.

You were not a fan of scary movies, in any form. The last horror movie you watched was The Conjuring and you ended up pissing your pants. So how you ended up seated on the couch about to watch Scream 5 was beyond you.

“Jenna, love, can we not watch this?” You pleaded as your girlfriend proceeded to rent the movie on Amazon Prime.

Now, you weren’t opposed to seeing Jenna on screen, but you really didn’t like seeing her all bloody and dead on screen; from what you knew about Ghostface, he kills a lot.

“Cmon Y/N, it’s just one movie.” She replied whilst sliding back into the comfort of your arms after paying for the movie.

“It’s a scary movie. I don’t like scary!”

Jenna sighed and looked up at you, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. She always knew that if she did that, you would give into anything that she asked of you.

“Pleeeeaaassseeee.” She whined, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the underside of your jaw.

You stared at her, contemplating your response. You could either say yes, and have nightmares for the next few weeks, or say no and get the cold shoulder for eternity. You opted for the first option.

“Fine, but I blame you if I can’t sleep tonight.”

She squealed in excitement and grabbed the remote to press play, bouncing in your lap while she did. The intro to the movie came on and you knew you’d be in for a wild ride.

—time skip—

Wild ride was an understatement for the most part. You had screamed, whined, shed a few tears, and even had to leave the room for a moment at a certain scene.

Currently, you were sat on the couch as the movie was paused on sheriff walking outside. The faint glow of the screen illuminated your blank face as your girlfriend laughed at a video she took of you screaming like a child.

“It was so high-pitched, oh my god!” She wheezed, wiping away a tear of laughter.

“Glad you found my fear amusing.” You snapped, turning away from her.

“Aw baby im sorry.” Jenna said, throwing her phone onto the table so she could give you her full attention.

“Hmph.”

“Y/N I wasn’t trying to make fun of you.” She said, now straddling you to try and see your face.

A funny trait about you was that you were incredibly stubborn. Your sarcasm plus your inability to be bold has strung up your childish behavior of not wanting to give into whatever is throw your way.

“Baby, can you look at me?” Jenna tried again, attempting to turn your face.

You obliged but kept a stern look in your eyes as she smiled warmly at you.

“You know I would never mock you for being afraid of something.” She said softly, twirling a piece of your hair between her fingers.

“I know, but you know that I hate being scared. Let alone seeing you get stabbed like nine times!” You complained, completely forgetting about being mad.

“It wasn’t real sweet cheeks, it’s just a movie.” Jenna cooed, now caressing your face as a way to soothe you.

You whined in defeat, pouting while Jenna just giggled at you. She paused for a moments, leaning in so your noses were touching. The faint smell of her breath hit your senses, filling up your sinus’ with the scent of spear mint.

Soon enough, her lips were on yours as she pushed you into the couch. Your mouths locked together, teeth tugging at lips and tongues forcing into the others mouth. Your little make out session was going smoothly until you heard the sound of a ringtone going off. Jenna pulled away to see that she was getting a call, but before she could answer you took it and hung up.

“Wha-.” You cut Jenna off mid sentence with a kiss.

“I don’t wanna take any chances.”

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[masivechaos]

PYJAMA PANTS

Remus Lupin x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Remus is in a bad phase and doesn’t want Y/n to see him like this. But she doesn’t care, she’ll stick next to him until he calms down.

Warning/content: muggle/modern au, signs of depression (please don’t read if you think it can trigger you), fluff, swearing, my English

a.n.: 1.7k words- inspired by the song pyjama pants by cavetown

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Remus’ phone light lit up the room as he received a notification. He ran his hand on his face, his eyes were red from crying, taking a deep breath he got out of the bed. He stepped on some discarded clothes on the floor, he didn’t know since when these were there but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything actually.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, he wanted to stay alone. He also didn’t know for how long he stayed locked in his flat but same, he didn’t care. He squinted his eyes, the light blinding him. He watched at the screen, twenty notifications, fuck.

The most recent notification was from Y/n. ‘hi! haven’t seen you in a while wanna hang out?’ He really didn’t want to go out. He wasn’t in a state to see Y/n, he wanted to see her but didn’t want her to see him like this, barely showered, not shaved, with dark circles under his eyes.

‘srry don’t want to go out’ he replied after a few minutes. She quickly texted him back ‘oh :( i miss you can i come over?’ Remus looked around him, his room was a total mess. He stepped out of the bedroom and entered the living room, it was less disorganized since he was rarely in it, staying comfortable wrapped in his quilt even if it was summer.

He grabbed his phone ‘come at seven’ he simply answered. He had five hours to clean the living room, he went into the kitchen, and there was a pile of dishes waiting to be washed in the sink. He had to clean the room too, and he also thought of cleaning the bathroom.

He didn’t know how to get the motivation to start cleaning. Remus rubbed his eyes, they were some work to do. He took the little speaker he got from Sirius at Christmas and turned it on. No battery. Crap. He sighed and played music anyway, the sound crackling with the low-quality audio of his phone.

He felt overwhelmed by the sight of everything he had to tidy. He started with the old clothes, throwing them in the washing machine. He took all the dirty dishes, adding them to the pile already present.

After three hours he was finally done, he didn’t how he did it, but he did. He then when to the, now clean, bathroom and look at his reflection in the mirror, he didn’t look like himself. He usually didn’t have this much beard and it seemed like they were something behind his eyes. They now looked empty.

He took a shower and shaved. He searched for nice togs in his closet, he pulled out some beige pants with an old t-shirt of the smiths. He still had foam in the corner of his lips as he brushed his teeth when the doorbell rang.

He turned on the faucet rinsing his mouth and wiped his face before heading to the door. He opened it, facing her, a literal ray of sunshine. Y/n was all smiley, wearing a summer dress she was delightful. “Hi!” she said enthusiastically, a small smile was forming on Remus’ lips “Hi,” he said back, the voice low.

They stayed like this, Remus leaning against the door and Y/n facing him with a big smile. The ambience started to be awkward, Y/n bobbed her head in direction of Remus’ flat. He furrowed his brows first, but then he remembered she was still outside his home “Sorry. Here, come in”

She stepped in and quickly fell on the couch, he followed her. She turned to face him, he seemed really tired. Like exhausted. It seemed like he tried to hide the misery.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly. He saw the look on her face, she knew, he couldn’t lie. “No” he simply answered, fleeing her stare he looked down. She rested her hand on his knee “Hey… It’s okay”

He honestly wanted to cry. He avoided any social interaction for weeks thinking it was what he needed but he maybe needed to comfort him. He felt Y/n’s hand against his cheek, lifting his head. He stared at her, eyes watering “Want to watch something?” she proposed with the sweetest smile he ever saw, knowing that in moments like this Remus didn’t want to talk.

Remus nodded and Y/n turned on the tv. Opening Netflix, she turned her head “Want something in particular?” the young man shook his head “Grease?” she shrugged, a lopsided smile on her face. He usually wasn’t fond of this type of movie but if it was her who proposed and she looked so happy about it, he chuckled “Okay”

The movie started, Y/n mouthing the dialogues. Remus could see she loved Grease, knowing everything in advance, stopping herself from copying the dances with her upper body. Next to her, he was staying still, watching her more than the movie.

Slowly he drew his hand closer to her leg, a finger on her knee. He waited for her to react so he could know if she was okay with the contact. That was something he always checked as someone who first wasn’t used to physical affection, thanks to his parents acting like ghosts in his life. Remus sometimes felt as if he couldn’t have existed and their lives could have been the same. They weren’t mean to him, just not present. He felt like a stranger in his own house.

He saw that Y/n didn’t back away so his hand wrapped completely her knee. Y/n wasn’t looking at the movie anymore, it’s not like she needed to watch to know what was happening, her gaze was focused on her leg. Her eyes flickered to Remus’ with her mouth in a thin line.

Remus took this as a sign she was uncomfortable under his touch. He took off his hand as fast as possible, his ears and neck turning in a crimson red in a second “Sorry” he muttered and cleared his throat. He looked down before seeing her hand join his that was resting next to his thigh, their fingers interlacing “It’s okay. I was just surprised but I would love to hold hands, Remus” she reassured him.

His shoulders relaxed, still not daring to look at her but he could feel the soft and warm smile on her lips that always brought butterflies to his stomach. Y/n could feel his heart beating fast and she squeezed his hand even more.

The movie was now over but they stayed in the same position, transmitting to each other how much they cared by a simple touch. It was now ten and Y/n had to go “I’ll see you around” she wrapped her arms around him one last time “Talk to me if you need” she smiled before leaving the flat.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Remus grabbed his phone, scrolling through his contact to find Y/n’s. He pressed the facetime button and waited for her to respond. “Hi!” she greeted, Remus couldn’t help but smile at her joyful expression “Hello Y/n/n”

“Why did you call?” she tilted her head, it was an indirect question for asking him how he felt “Just needed to see your face. I’m better now” a small smile formed on his lips, it was the first in a while. 

“Want me to come over?” she asked, and Remus couldn’t resist “Yeah”

Y/n made Remus so soft, a real puddle. His heart was in her hands, and she made a smile almost instantly appear on his face and created a warm sensation in his stomach.

Less than an hour after she was sitting on his couch. “Do you want to talk about how you feel?” he looked down “Yeah, I think I need this” He let his head fall on her lap and finally open up.

“You don’t feel like sometimes you’re empty? You’re not happy or sad or whatever but you still cry because you’re exhausted. There’s a hole inside of you that you can’t fill and after so many attempts to fill it you give up. And that’s the moment you start to give up general. You forget to eat, stop replying to messages or clean your apartment and lay there without doing anything. That’s how I feel right now.”

Y/n was running her hand through his hair “I saw that you cleaned the living room, it’s already a start” she encouraged him and saw a faint smile on his face. “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, start slow and you’ll succeed” she kissed his forehead “Do you have an idea of what could feel the empty feeling?” she whispered.

“You” he simply answered with his lips tucking upward “You make me feel alive again. When I’m with you I forget about anything, and just live”

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear “I’m glad and I’ll never leave you” she smiled. They got up to enter the bathroom and brush their teeth, Y/n had brought her toothbrush and clothes so she could stay.

It was a new kind of intimacy. Y/n was sitting on the counter, Remus standing between her legs. The girl brought his toothbrush to his mouth, cleaning his teeth gently. Remus liked the sensation of being babied and he knew that if she wasn’t brushing his teeth right now he probably wouldn’t have done it.

When they were done, they laid on his bed, Y/n resting her head on Remus’ chest whose arms were encircling her. She could hear his heart beating fast. The silence was comfortable and Remus broke it “Thank you” she enterlaced her fingers with his “It’s normal”

“I was afraid you won’t like me if you knew how I felt but you stayed,” he said honestly and Y/n felt the emotion in his voice, she didn’t answer but hugged him even closer. She heard his heartbeat slowing down, matching her own, and finally heard soft snores coming from him. She smiled, brushing off a strand of sandy hair covering his face and kissed his cheek “I love you”

[mable-stitchpunk]

Going Home in a Box: Chapter 55 - Teaser

It was surprising how strenuous something that was supposedly automated could be. On the whole Fritz had to admit that it was an efficient system. That is, he wouldn’t have ever been able to do this many repairs this quickly without it, even with the tools and supplies. Yet it was still precise and exhausting. Especially when he was not used to staying up this late. As the hours crept on, he was beginning to have a little more trouble staying awake.

Thankfully, that’s where Ennard’s presence was a huge help. He was the safety net in case Fritz started to slip up, to stop him if his addled mind began to do something he wasn’t supposed to. Though so far that hadn’t happened. Most of the tasks were simple and routine; hard to mess up, but not helping in keeping his mind alert. That was about to change as they finished up in replacing the upper torso of Chica. Though it was hard to take credit for something that was largely automated.

As Chica was reclined back into the seat once more, Fritz and Ennard were faced with their last challenge. Something that would no doubt be their biggest challenge, Chica’s shattered face.

While her plating had been utterly decimated, most of what had been underneath had been left untouched- save a quick relocation of her arm that required new bolts to be put in. That didn’t count for her face. If the missing beak and voice box wasn’t a giveaway that this would be a big job, the bulging unfocused eyes lulling around certainly did. Fritz couldn’t help but grimace as he took another look at it before turning and heading out of the protective cylinder to finish off their last job.

Outside, Freddy and Moon were still sitting on the steps. They had been waiting this entire time.

“Alright, Freddy! We’re onto the last step!” Fritz called over as he headed towards the desk. He slowed while rubbing his hands together absentmindedly. “…Course it’s the hardest step and will probably take the longest to do, but hey, last one.”

“Oh, I just love how optimistic you are,” Ennard quipped from behind him. He leaned on the desk as Fritz sat down and finished up on the computer.

“That is great news!” Freddy exclaimed. He excitedly stood up from the stairs and looked through the glass, only to visibly recoil at the sight of Chica’s still gruesome facial damage. “Oh dear…” he said. He sighed. “Well, she does look much better.”

“Mmhmhm, that’s not saying much,” Moon darkly joked. He rolled his head towards Freddy and looked up at him, but the bear didn’t take the bait. He sobered and straightened up. “Perhaps it’s time to tell your friends.”

“Yes…” Freddy agreed. Moon pressed a finger to where his temple would be preparing to send out a security alert before being stopped by Freddy’s hand falling on his shoulder. “We should tell them in person.”

Moon hummed and nodded, dropping his arm and turning to climb the stairs. Freddy followed suit, sending one last somber look towards Chica before following him up to his designated elevator.

Fritz ran one last scan over Chica’s body to which it, understandably, picked up the momentum damage dealt to her mouth and head. Having locked on, he clicked to begin the procedure and started to get up. Though instead of the same cycle beginning yet again, he was surprised when he was met instead with an error noise.

“I’m sorry, but you are unauthorized to perform this repair. Due to the confidential nature of Chica’s super party upgrades, repairs done on said upgrades can only be done with direct clearance from Dr. Talbert.”

“What?” Fritz asked in near disbelief. He sat back down and looked, but the pop-up on the screen said virtually the same thing. Even with the upgrade possibly damaged beyond belief, they were barred from touching it. “That’s just great,” he complained, collapsing back into the office chair. He pointed a hand at the screen. “What now?”

“Well, well, looks like we’re doing it the old-fashioned way!” Ennard said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. Fritz looked less than on-board. “Oh, come on! I know you’ve worked on worse than this! You worked on me once, right?”

“…You know, I don’t think I did,” Fritz said with mild surprise. Ignoring that, Ennard held up his fingers, showing the smallest inch between them.

“We’re thiiiis close! I know it looks bad, but all we’ve gotta do is get Jake or someone to send for a new voice box and beak and BAM- we’re done! As simple as that!” the clown encouraged. “So, what do you say, Fritz? Are you ready to get wrist-deep in a real job?”

Fritz considered that comment for a long moment. He might’ve even considered it, looking into the protective cylinder, but one look at Chica’s ruined face deflated any optimism.

“I don’t want to burst your bubble, but I don’t think it’s going to be as simple as that,” he said with an apologetic smile.

Ennard dropped his head dramatically.

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered. He lifted his head again with a much more defeated look over his constant smile. “We’re done.”

“End of the road,” Fritz agreed, dusting off his hands.

“Dead end.”

“Let’s pack it in and get out of here,” Fritz said, hooking a thumb back and then dragging himself to his feet.

Ennard sent one last look at Chica. At this angle he had the perfect view of both the gaping cavity of her mouth and the way her right eye was poked out. The latter specifically bothered him, to a point that he couldn’t stand it.

“Not yet.”

He strode back into the protective cylinder and leaned over her. He started down at her for a long moment, accessing the situation, and then started to reach up and into her gaping mouth. Slowly and carefully sliding his fingers and hand into the opening and angling them inwards and upwards, towards the back of the eyes.

Fritz came in behind him and stared at the scene.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked.

“I’m fixing her eyes. They never fix them right,” Ennard explained. “I’m not gonna let her get stuck with the same eye problem I had. She’s too cute to have a lazy eye.”

“She’s quite a looker- you used to have a lazy eye?”

“Oh yeah, real slacker.”

Ennard slowly and carefully nudged the wiring back in, helping goad the eye back into place in the socket. Hopefully hooking it where it needed to be until her head casing was replaced. It wasn’t a perfect fix, but the best he could offer without going in deeper. He drew back his hand in one smooth motion and looked at his work.

And his work suddenly looked back.

Ennard froze up as Chica’s eyes suddenly focused on him. Both of them, even the one he had just repaired. The pupils responding only slightly but her gaze clearly on him. Not just a reflex, she was awake.

The way she looked up to him, staring directly at him, could’ve been confusion or fear. It was hard to tell which, or if she was alert enough to even recognize who he was. Likely she was, in which case she was dangerous in a new way. She could tell everyone everything. Or, at least, tell someone that he and Baby were in there. They probably wouldn’t believe her, but if they did it would immediately put them, their friends, and everyone who helped them in jeopardy. Even down to little Gregory.

It was of the upmost importance that she stayed quiet. Normally in this situation Ennard could be a very persuasive person. Ignoring that he usually wasn’t directly seen or purposefully kept himself hidden enough that the assumed target wouldn’t be able to give a clear description, thereby discrediting them. Scaring them into silence was always a good backup tactic, because Ennard knew exactly what cards to play to show off how dangerous he could really be.

…But Ennard didn’t want to do that. Not this time. Not when he was the reason for everything that happened. He made his bed and now he had to lie in it. So, he would have to fall back on something else, his silver tongue and his impeccable schmoozing skills.

“Oh! We-he-ell there, Bright Eyes! Look who’s finally up!” Ennard greeted. Saying it loud enough to also warn Fritz, who quickly backed up out of the protective cylinder. “Don’t be scared, Chickadee. I’m just putting you back together as best as I can.”

Chica was watching him more like a hawk than a chicken, but it was still unclear how present she really was. Let alone if she was digesting anything he was saying.

“I’m- I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt! I-I-I was just trying to scare you! And protect my pizza. That green stuff’s so good. Dunno what it is, but oh boy, good pizza you guys got!” Ennard prattled, emphasizing the stutter when he usually fought to keep his voice projecting smoothly. He tried to sound assuring but nervous, like Scott. Though all of the guilt wasn’t disingenuous. He just had to exaggerate, to make her see him as something less stable.

Yet still she stared. This was probably not working how he hoped. He decided to press a little harder, play further into that instability- use that budding panic to his advantage.

“But see, if they find out about me it’s going to be really bad. For all of us! A clown running loose in Freddy Bear’s Pizza Mall? That’s grounds for closure! I should know, last place closed for the same thing. I was there, I always am. Haven’t caught me yet! But tell you what- we keep this between us and I don’t come, m’kay? Aaand, they don’t think you had some sort of funky clown hallucination after your little accident and don’t go popping your head open. Whaddya say?”

Chica didn’t say anything. She didn’t even have the faintest inkling of a response. She was just so deeply out of it that she could only stare at him and he couldn’t tell if any of what he was saying was reaching her. Some plan.

Yet he did genuinely feel bad for her. Even with her trying to eat him, even with her almost killing his assumed sister, he still did feel remorseful for what he did. Especially when knowing that she was stuck with that same hunger he had been. That hunger had made him do plenty of things he regretted. He understood it better than anyone else.

“…Food doesn’t fill it,” he whispered. “That hole, that hunger. Food, stuff, it doesn’t fill it. Sometimes wires help, but it’s all- it’s in here,” Ennard explained, tapping his temple. “I saw a whole lot of inside you while we were fixing your plates and you’ve got different wires now. There’s just, like, a pocket of them right in the middle. Your body wouldn’t even know what to do with those old wires anymore, they woul- they wouldn’t fit.”

That time it was an unintentional hitch in his voice. “There’s a thing inside of you and it’s telling you to eat and it’s telling you to chase kids, but all it’s going to do is take away everything you’ve got. You’ve got to fight that beast because they won’t give you a second chance if anyone winds up getting hurt. In the end, it’s you. You get it under control or you get swallowed up by it.”

She was still staring, but something changed. He wasn’t sure what it was or how he could tell, but he knew she was listening. Whether or not she understood or cared to listen was another thing entirely. The ball was in her court now.

“But don’t worry-!” Ennard continued. Only to suddenly be interrupted by the sound of distant footsteps echoing in a hallway. He jumped up as he listened to them coming in. “Whoops, gotta go!” he rushed out before turning and bolting for the door.

He could hear one of the doors opening and the footsteps running into the room, so he quickly ducked out of the cylinder, around the desk, and ducked under the window of the cylinder on the other side. Hiding just in time to be missed by Roxanne Wolf who all but blew past Fritz, who was still standing there, and into the protective cylinder. She was actually staggered by the sight of Chica’s busted, beakless face.

“Holy skid marks- Chica!” she yelled. She stared at the unmoving body wide-eyed and horrified before her head snapped to the technician standing nearby. “Why haven’t you fixed her face?!”

“I can’t. I’m not allowed to. I tried, but because of some upgrade they won’t let me do it,” Fritz quickly defended him. His hands up in defense and him leaning back as she stomped up to him.

“Then what DID you do?! She looks terrible!” Roxanne snapped. Her teeth clicking with the swing of her jaw. Though before Fritz could get anymore worried, a voice spoke up in his defense.

“Sommmewhere between eighty and ninety percent of herrr plating,” Moon interjected with a simulated click of his non-existent tongue. He came down the same steps she had, his ever-present smile seeming more sinister than ever. “Evvvveeerything except her face.”

Roxanne looked back at him, at that smile, and then her arms dropped to her sides in an almost frustrated motion. She then looked back towards Chica and only then did her face soften the slightest bit. Fritz felt like he should say something but didn’t want to rock the boat doing so, so he just stood there silently, dumbly, until another one of the four doors opened.

This time it was Monty’s and he began to slowly thump his way towards the closer stairs. Ennard just barely managed to squeeze himself into a nook between the cylinder and the stairs to be entirely missed by the gator. Monty acknowledged Fritz with a nod as he passed by before standing alongside Roxanne and looking in. He then, in the fastest motion he had made all night, tugged down his sunglasses to stare at the state Chica was in. Only to then silently push them back into place.

Not long after this, Freddy thundering footsteps could be heard before he came through his door and hastily made his way to stand with his bandmates and Moon. The moment he reached them, Roxanne turned to him seeking answers.

“What happened?! Moon said she fell in the trash compactor?!” she asked.

“I am… not entirely sure how it happened,” Freddy quietly said. He looked towards Chica and then down at the floor in regret. “…There was Monty Mystery Mix involved.”

“They still got that stuff?” Monty asked.

“Why would they leave that stuff out?! They know how crazy Chica gets when she smells that stuff!” Roxanne yelled in frustration, totally ignoring Monty’s little interjection. She lifted her hand like she was going to grab her face but caught herself at the last second and dropped in, instead choosing to toss her hair back. “They can’t do anything right. Just a bunch of failures.”

Seeing things getting heated, Fritz started to edge back towards the stairs behind him. “I’ve got to go see Vanessa and tell her what’s up,” he said. The animatronics turned to him.

“Mmm-hmm. I betcha do,” Monty said. Fritz furrowed his brows at the implication until those shades were tugged back down and the gator winked at him. “Rock on.”

Fritz decided to not even risk suspicion by arguing his case on the implication and instead turned and started to head up the steps. Moving briskly but not quick enough to seem suspicious. His eyes darting over to spot Ennard silently climbing up onto the platform and crawling over to Freddy’s door. It didn’t open automatically, but Freddy was already on his way.

“Allow me to let you out through my green room. It will give me a chance to escort Moon back to the daycare without leaving Chica alone,” Freddy offered. Moon started heading up the stairs, but Freddy paused long enough to turn back to Roxanne. “Roxy, I am sorry.”

“Not nearly as sorry as they’re going to be,” she growled. ‘They’ either being the technicians or whatever unfortunate worker came across her beforehand.

Freddy gave a solemn nod and started to head up the stairs after Moon, dragging his feet as he did. Not as sorry as he was, unfortunately. He couldn’t bear to look at Chica again.

“She ain’t gonna be up for showtime,” Monty pointed out. “Think they’re gonna bring down Beelora to fill in?”

“Over my dead body,” Roxanne grumbled through her teeth. A replacement was just an excuse to shove Chica in a corner somewhere and put off fixing her. She wasn’t going to let that happen.

Monty wisely decided to stay silent.

[lovebugmusings]

just normal bestie chad!!! like childhood besties <3

oooooh!

okay well just besties chad is such a hype man. this is literally canon we know this is a fact.

he'll also make sure that if you're the kind of person to be cooped up in your room studying, that you get some fresh air.

definitely texts you late at night saying "we're doing a dairy queen" which means you have 5 minutes to get changed and ready to leave the house because he will be showing up and taking you to dq. or any fast food place he's craving.

has thrown you over his shoulder and carried you through the hallways when y'all were in high school

has thrown you into a pool on more than one occasion. both in clothes and in togs (swimmers? bathers? what do non-queenslanders call them?)

if he knows your phone password, you can bet that this man will make your lock screen his fact the second that you leave it in his vicinity

you once got drunk and texted him "i love you my favourite bestie" and the scare he got because favourite???? nah you were out of it for sure

once accidentally made himself throw up after pretending to gag when someone suggested you both should date

matching. childhood. halloween costumes. with the twins. then later just chad.

[franeridart]

Anon said: i dont know what blue lock is but that art you just posted is making me interested lol

AHHHHH please getting people interested in it is all my life is about lately hahahaha it’s a sports manga about soccer! Kind of!! Definitely has all the good sides of sports manga, but it’s also different enough from the usual sports manga that I know people who aren’t huge sports manga fan who loved every second of it, please do give it a try if you find yourself with the time for it! It’s such a cool manga!!!

Anon said: I don't even like BNHA anymore, haven't for more than a year, but your blog still has me shipping the characters somehow. I live for your KiriBaku content (and your KamiJirou stuff, when you post it!)

Gosh, I’m glad I can make you like them still!! It’s such a compliment, honestly ;A; <3

Anon said: so i was looking through your art and stuff and was wondering "hey i wonder if theyve ever drawn voltron stuff" and tbh, i didnt expect you to have

To be fair, if you checked it means that at least a little you thought it was possible lol I haven’t watched anything past s1 of it though, so the chances of me ever picking it up again are less than zero

Anon said: You... are one of the loves of my life... and also the main reason I check tumblr everyday lol.

Anon!!! You’re gonna make me blush here!!!!! ;;;; thank you so much!

Anon said: i started reading bluelock because of u and now im obsessed soooo,,,,, thanks!❤️😭

SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!!!!!

Anon said: Hii, do you have a Spotify account? If you do, can you share it? I really like the songs u use on your arts, and I would love to see your Playlists Sorry if it's already on your FAQ, I didn't find it And sorry for my bad English ps. I LOVE YOUR KIRIBAKU ARTS THANK YOU

I don’t! I listen to all my music from youtube, because I’m that kind of person lmao happy to hear we share music tastes, though! And thank you so much!!! <3

Anon said: What's your favorite arc of ToG both story wise and art wise?

SCREAMS I don’t know!!!! I’ve been thinking about this ask since getting it I have genuinely zero clue I love all arcs so much for so many different reasons!!!!! The first that comes to mind when I think about it is the workshop battle arc, because I love Viole with everything I have and the whole arc (plus the build up to it too!!) hurts in the most wonderful way, but then I keep thinking about it and I realize there’s so many character I live for that don’t appear in it - I love the floor of death arc SO MUCH cause for one, there’s nearly all my favorite characters in it, and also because it’s such a good, dynamic arc?? everything that happens is so much fun and interesting?? also Hockney is there, and Urek is there, and Garam is there, and the Hell Train gang is all there, so!! AH and the hell train as a whole is so damn good (the dallar show???? my whole soul rests in there, Khun’s trust in Bam!! the coin flip with rachel!! Bam’s whole everything!!!!!!!! GAH) but my fav part of it has to be the hidden floor?? because!!!!!! it’s perfect from start to end, everyone in it is wonderful, Bam’s growth in it!!! GODS! My favorite scene in the whole webtoon is in the hidden floor arc, it’s how much I love it - THEN THERE’S YAMA and the whole arc there is so so SO good too, and the latest arc!! how good is the latest arc!!!!!

so yeah I can’t pick - art wise I think it goes without saying that SIU’s art has only gotten better, so the closest to the newest update you go the more I like the art.... though, my favorite Bam is still the short haired one from the Hell Train arc haha

Anon said: Oh, wow, how stupid of me. Like 2 months ago, I sent you a message telling you how much I loved your work... and I didn’t see it on your page, or anywhere else. Finally today, I discovered I had an inbox where you answered me... 🤦‍♀️... I still love your work, by the way...

AHHH yeah I always answer off-anon asks privately! And thank you so much for still liking my things!!

Anon said: Have you read the last haikyuu chapter? How did you feel about it?

I’ve reread it at least twenty times and then I went and reread the whole of the last game again and it’s been three weeks and I’m still thinking about it more or less constantly and feeling giddy happy about everything that manga has ended up being, genuinely one of the best manga I’ve ever had the pleasure of following till the very end - that’s how I feel about it <3

Anon said: I really like looking at your art it’s so therapeutic it’s wonderful please keep drawing I want to support you on Kofi and patreon and yet I am broke please just know I love u very much ok bye

Ahhhh it’s okay anon! I try to keep as little completely unavailable for my followers as I can, and I’ll do my best to keep drawing! Can’t promise the fandoms will always be stuff you care about though haha

Anon said: This is my FAVORITE art blog. Is blog even a word that ppl use anymore?? Idk but anyways your kiribaku gives me life and cures my depression so ily and thank u

I’m so so happy to hear that! Thank you so much!!! TTATT <3

Anon said: just now realizing your oc looks like the human version of kamakiri

To be fair the only thing they have in common is the green mohawk, but I get where you’re coming from! I was very happy when Kamakiri’s official colors came out exactly cause he makes me think about my boy, after all xD my love for Kamakiri is definitely biased, in that sense haha

Anon said: Just wanted to let u know im very gay for ur oc giulia that is all thanks

Anon I’m gonna cry I’m so glad you like her!!!!!!!!!! She’s one of my oldest OCs out of that group, it’s always so thrilling to know people like her ;A; <3

Anon said: I really like how you draw kirishima’s hair

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I have a lot of fun with it, though it does mean it ends up being kinda off canon more often than not haha

Anon said: hi! just a random question but how’d you come up with your name?

Fran is my name! Erid comes from Eridan from homestuck! Art is what I try to do! And that’s the incredibly interesting story behind my screen name haha

Anon said: Heya, so i sent the ask about the person who i suspect either heavily referenced or traced your art (i sent another ask about this tho im not sure if it went through) anyway, it was posted by ****************** you'll know it when you see it i think

Ahhhhhh sorry for how long this took me to answer, I went to check and it’s!!! fine, I mean, would have preferred if they had credited but I don’t think it was completely traced so I don’t mind too much, I used to copy art of people I liked too back when I was first starting, after all haha

[nickydestati]

duolingo tog prompts #16

prompt: I sell refrigerators, do you understand? (Vendo frigoriferi, capisci?)

Here’s a crack fic after all the angst of the last prompt, enjoy! 🙃

*

When all is silent and his family has settled in the warm embrace of sleep, Nicolò sneaks out of the house. He is quiet as a cat, avoiding creaking stairs and floorboards. He is careful not to make the alarm of the shop go off and slips into the garden after gently pulling the door back in its lock. 

As soon as he is outside, he runs on bare feet over the cold grass. But it does not bother him, he is used to the cold. At the treelines, he slows down, cautiously looking around. 

Hands grab him from behind, one pulling him in by the waist and the other closing over his mouth. It’s a good thing, he would have yelled everyone awake otherwise.

The initial fear wears off right away as he feels a broad chest against his back, a chuckling breath on his skin right before warm lips press a kiss on his neck. He turns around in the embrace to capture those lips with a smile of his own. 

“Yusuf,” he sighs against them.

“You have no idea how I longed for this moment, my love,” Yusuf says between kisses, his hands roaming as if they are making sure Nicolò is really there. “How I yearned to hold you in my arms again. I live only in these moments. I live only when you are with me.”

“Don’t say such things, my heart,” Nicolò says and tenderly takes Yusuf’s face in his hands so he can look him in the eyes. Heat-inducing eyes like the microwaves he sells. The thought makes Nicolò’s heart clench. 

“But it’s true,” Yusuf says. “You are the air in my lungs, the light that guides me. I am lost without you, my life. I cannot take this secrecy anymore. These scraps that show us just enough of what we could have to hurt us even more.”

“You know it is not possible, my Yusuf.” He caresses Yusuf’s cheek as if it will make the hurt in his eyes go away. “You sell microwaves and I... I sell refrigerators, do you understand? Our families will never allow it.”

“Then run away with me, ya hayati. Microwaves and refrigerators be damned!”

“Shh, keep your voice down.” Nicolò quickly puts his finger to Yusuf’s lips. 

“But think of it, Nico. What is keeping us here? What is our family name worth? What are microwaves and refrigerators worth against this? Against us? I would forsake them a thousand times over for you.”

Nicolò traces Yusuf’s bottom lip with his finger, feeling electricity sizzle through him. He feels lightheaded by Yusuf’s words. Could he leave it all behind? The shop and the refrigerators and his family’s legacy? His eyes roam over Yusuf. How long has it been since he’s seen him up close by daylight? Since he could count the freckles on his nose and the creases around his eyes when he smiles?

Too long. Oh Lord, way too long.

“What do you say?” Yusuf asks softly. 

Nicolò meets his eyes. Those dark, microwave eyes that warm his very soul. 

“Yes,” he breathes, “I would run to the edge of the Earth with you.” And he grabs his face in his hands and kisses him, pinning him against a tree while doing so. 

Yusuf answers his kiss with equal hunger as he sighs and melts against him, but Nicolò can feel his smile against his lips and it makes his heart soar. Yes, this is the only future he wishes, microwaves and refrigerators be damned!

*

From the safehouse, Nile stares out into the garden in confusion. Andy hasn’t left her spot on the couch where they were watching a movie, still eating the sweets Joe bought earlier. 

“Why did Nicky sneak away like that?” she asks. “And did Joe just yell something about refrigerators or did I hear that wrong?”

“They like to keep up with the times in their roleplaying,” Andy simply answers through a mouthful of candy.

“Huh,” Nile says. She closes the curtains and goes back to the couch. “The flat-earther thing was a good touch.”

“Oh, no,” Andy says, never taking her eyes from the screen. “That’s just Nicky.”

[kazliin]

Love seeing that you like The Old Guard!!! Any ff ideas or headcannons floating about?

I love The Old Guard so much! What did we do to deserve this movie?? 

I don’t know about fic (I’d love to write some someday but I’m not sure if I have the time right now) but here are a bunch of stupid assorted headcanons because TOG team now rule my heart:

- The longer Nile spends with the team, the more ridiculous the stories they tell her about their pasts become and Nile genuinely cannot tell if they’re messing with her or not. Andy will casually mention the time that she had an affair with both Cleopatra and Mark Antony and the rest of them will just nod along like that’s a totally normal thing to say. Joe will fondly reminisce about how he taught Leonardo da Vinci how to draw with a completely straight face. Someone will mention a specific time period and Nicky will just be like “Ah yes the 17th century, back when we were pirates. Joe made a very dashing Blackbeard” and he sounds so sincere that Nile genuinely believes him until she sees Joe laughing behind her.

- When Joe and Nicky tell the story of how they met, they make it sound like they were two immortals locked in one long epic battle that went on for days until suddenly their eyes met and they fell in love and it was all very dramatic and romantic. Whereas in actuality, they kept accidentally running into each other during multiple different battles and skirmishes over the course of months, locking eyes and yelling “YOU”, before hurling themselves across the battlefield to beat the shit out of each other. Andy and Quynh would watch them via dreams and place bets on who was going to win this time. Half the time they didn’t even manage to kill each other. They’d be in the middle of their epic duel while completely ignoring the battle around them and then one of them would accidentally get hit with a stray arrow and the other would have to grumpily wait until next time to defeat their Mortal Enemy (Who Is Also Uncomfortably Attractive) in single combat

- Andy is an absolute nightmare now that she’s mortal because she refuses to change in any way to compensate for it. She’s led the charge into battle without armour for thousands of years and she isn’t going to stop now. Meanwhile, the others spend most of their time chasing after her yelling at her to “put some body armour on Andy I swear to god…” If they weren’t immortal they all would have died from stress induced heart attacks a long time ago

- The first thing Nile buys as an immortal is a t-shirt that says ‘Live fast, die young’. She thinks it’s hilarious

- The team keep a scoreboard of who has died in the stupidest/funniest/most ridiculous ways. The current winner is a tie between Andy (who took Booker up on a dare to see how many bottles of vodka she could drink in one go) and Nicky (who go distracted when Joe took his shirt off one day and accidentally walked off a cliff)

- Andy is the original bisexual and has left a trail of broken hearts throughout history.  She’s so iconic that she was Sappho’s gay awakening. You know the famous poem “Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl”? Yeah, that was about Andy

- On a similar note, the famous Shakespeare sonnet 18 “Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?” originally came from Joe drunkenly flirting with Nicky in a tavern while Shakespeare quietly took notes in the corner

- The team tend to switch between multiple languages during conversations and so Nile starts to pick up on them fast. After a few months she thinks she at least has a reasonable grasp on the basics. Until she tries to speak to a native speaker, who just stares at her in horror and informs her that she’s not speaking modern Italian, she speaking a horrible mess of modern slang, old-fashioned formal speech and words and phrases that haven’t been used in possibly hundreds of years

- The team watch historical documentaries for entertainment like most people watch bad films. They ruthlessly mock everything while laughing and throwing popcorn at the screen. Sometimes they play a drinking game where they have to take a shot every time there’s a historical inaccuracy. The first time Nile plays it she’s pretty sure she almost died of alcohol poisoning

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damn the heavens

Author’s note: This is my gift for @tog-secret-santa​! (This is my first time participating in an event for a fandom, and it’s been really fun, so thank you to the mods!!!) This gift is for @pi-a-ia​ (who’s art is amazing, go check it out!!). I tried incorporating all of your wishes in this fic, so I hope you like it! [Contains spoilers for the anime and anyone who hasn’t caught up to chapter 193 (Season 2, Ep. 113) of the manhwa.] Fandom: Tower of God (Read the Webtoon here!) Pairing: Khun Aguero Agnis/The Twenty-Fifth Baam

Summary: After the end of the Workshop Battle, Baam stares at the sky. Khun may not have the courage to chase the stars, but maybe he can carve Baam a path of light to reach them.

Gif credits to @edo-taichou​.

THE WINNING TEAM OF THE WORKSHOP BATTLE IS: TEAM SWEET & SOUR

There’s silence for one short moment. Then, an explosion of cheers.

Khun breathes a sigh of relief.

Finally, everything’s back as it should be.

—

There’s celebrations. Drinking, yelling, partying— Khun doesn’t really care for any of it. And from the looks of how he can hardly keep his eyes open, Baam doesn’t either.

“Baam, let’s go get some rest.” Baam blinks a few times at the proposal, likely not used to being called by that name again yet, but gives Khun a soft, grateful smile. “Okay,” he agrees simply, “please ask Rak-ssi too. He must be tired too.”

Khun clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly at the mention of the gator, and it’s worth it for the bright peal of laughter it pulls from Baam. He agrees with a nod as Baam makes his way to their room.

They spread out a few blankets on the floor and gather three pillows to rest their heads. It’s makeshift and shabby, nothing like FUG’s luxury beds and the expensive bedsheets Khun can afford, and everyone���s still celebrating loudly in the other room.

All three of them are fast asleep in minutes.

—

When Baam wakes up, it’s to loud snoring and a heavy weight on his chest.

He blinks at the ceiling a few times before sitting up, gently sliding the still-snoring Rak off of his chest.

I… made it back.

He steals a glance at Khun wrapped up in his blanket. The way they both sleep suits them: Rak is splayed out and snoring open and carefree, Khun is turned away and closed into his blanket. Both of his hands are hidden under it as he holds the pillow under his head— does he still sleep with a knife in hand? His hair doesn’t look as disheveled as it should after sleeping for so long, so he must not have moved very much, which makes it possible that he does.

That... Baam feels a little twinge in his chest at that. What had Khun’s life been, before they met and these years they’d been apart, to make him so afraid? Suddenly, he wants to... Baam can’t really tell, but reach out, maybe, make Khun feel safe and happy— and wow, when did Khun get so close? Baam jerks his head back, pulling his hand from where it was about to land in Khun’s soft blue hair. Khun needs his rest, Baam decides, and he doesn’t want to wake him up.

He steps outside softly, checking his Pocket as he leans on the balcony and looks up at the false sky. He has a message from Endorsi that reads: Meet me at the gate by 2 PM. If you don’t, I’ll kill you.

Baam just laughs.

—

Shibisu and Wangnan drag everyone into the main room to play drinking games. Khun’s about to make his escape like the last time, but is dragged into it anyway when Baam asks him to stay, since it’s the last night before Shibisu’s team leaves for the next floor. That bastard knows what he’s doing right now, Khun realizes quickly: his eyes are shining with mirth after intentionally making a show of asking him to stay and play with them.

Khun sighs in defeat, sitting next to Baam on the floor in the crooked circle everyone’s formed. Baam gives him a bright, guileless smile and Khun suddenly has a very personal understanding of how much his own snark must irritate people (this, however, does nothing to curb how much he’ll be using it in the future). Khun’s not a fan of alcohol or getting drunk in general, and if he remembers right, Baam is a terrible lightweight. It doesn’t take much sleight of hand to swap the nearest bottle for a non-alcoholic substitute from Khun’s lighthouse.

Baam takes a sip and gives Khun a curious look, and Khun leans into him and whispers, “If I’m going to get dragged into this, I might as well get some good blackmail.” 

Baam giggles and nods at him in agreement when Wangnan interrupts loudly, “Viole! Khun! You want to share what’s so funny with the rest of us?”

Baam blushes down to his neck and violently shakes his head, and Khun takes the bottle from him to take a swig from it before answering, “I don’t know, have you managed to pick a game for us to play or did you gather us all here just to watch you argue until we all get drunk?” Wangnan deflates quickly and Baam has to quickly hide a snicker (“Seriously, Viole?!”) before Shibisu snarks back, “Do you have one to suggest then?” “Unlike you, I spend my time doing useful things, not drinking myself silly.” “He totally just can’t think of one,” Prince interjects with a sneer. Hatz adds, “Earrings is just too much of a coward to admit that he doesn’t have any friends to drink with.” “You want to say that to me again, Hara-kiri?” “Do your stupid earrings keep you from hearing me properly?” “If you want me to kick your ass that badly, you can just ask.” “Can’t you two just drop this for one night?”

They eventually agree on Truth or Dare, and while Khun does get the blackmail he was looking for, he (along with Goseng and Baam) gets stuck with the job of ferrying people back to their rooms for the night so that they don’t just stay passed out on the floor of the main room (at Baam’s request). Baam laughs at Khun grumbling as he’s stuffing a snoozing Endorsi in his lighthouse, and Khun delights in Baam’s yelp as he hops onto the side of his Blue Shield without warning, causing him to almost drop Prince and Ehwa. 

Khun has to admit, this was a lot of fun.

—

Baam asks Khun to help him cut his hair. Khun agrees. 

As Khun takes his long hair in hand, Baam sheepishly apologizes for not following Khun’s advice for talking proper care of his hair. It pulls a shocked laugh from Khun; he hadn’t remembered giving him that lecture at all until now, and he waves away the apology. 

“I’m sure you have plenty of good excuses,” he reassures, “but I’ll be holding you to it from now on.”

Baam smiles brightly, nodding so vigorously that Khun has to remind him to keep his head still and then stifle a laugh at his embarrassment. Baam’s hair smells like blood and screams and tears and loneliness, eight years too much of it to ever be washed out, and when Khun cuts off everything below his neck all in one go, Baam heaves a sigh of relief, one Khun guesses is the first in years.

After it’s done, Baam looks up at the false sky.

—

A month. It’s been a month since the workshop battle ended.

Baam came back to the us. We passed the test without any problems, and earned the right to go up to the next floor. Everything seems to have worked out well, but in fact, this is only the beginning. Emily disappeared from the Archimedes. Where could she be now and what is Cassano planning to do with her? And most importantly… where is FUG? They tried to set me up.

Apple, Micheal,… …and Rachel.

“I want to hear more stories about… what the Outside of the Tower is like.”

I won’t let them get away with this. Even if Baam tries to stop me, I will get her.

—

Baam’s late to the meeting Hwaryun scheduled. Khun teases him lightly about it, but Ehwa tells him later that she found him looking up at the false sky, some nonsense about a fairy tale someone told him about the sky.

“You must be glad,” Hwaryun taunts him, “Now, you have more time to find Rachel.” Khun only turns his head enough to meet her eyes.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know that you’re making a team to find Rachel, behind Viole’s back? The reason why you calmly accepted my suggestion was that you thought it would be a burden to go up the Tower with Viole right now, right?”

“You are trying to kill the girl who used to be your best friend’s everything. If Viole finds out, how will he act towards you?”

He makes an agreement to meet in a year at Train City, a smile plastered on his face. He hides his teeth, because the backs of them taste like lies. That’s to be expected: he’s been cut and carved from lies— he learned how to make and break trust before learning how to keep it, to hide the truth with locks and traps and smoke and screens until it damn well doesn’t exist anymore.

When he offers his hand to shake, it’s a calculated risk: he may be made of lies, but people trust you more if you seem non threatening and vulnerable. As Khun shakes his hand, he keeps his other hand in his pocket to keep the decks of cards he has hidden up his sleeve from slipping.

They fall anyway, because of course they do.

They always have, whenever Baam’s involved.

—

Khun feels his skin crawl restlessly like a billion tiny sweetfish swimming through all of his cells, only getting more intense with each step he takes towards his room. He looks out of the open hallway at the false sky, Hwaryun’s taunts coming to mind, and he’s filled with rage so white-hot and primal that it almost surprises him.

Baam’s still chasing after Rachel, he’s known that — he didn’t even need Baam to tell him to know that because he understands, he understands that Baam’s doing what he never did. Hwaryun’s probably allowing it because it gives her an excuse to force him to grow stronger for whatever purpose FUG needs Baam to fulfill, and she was right, he needed the extra time in order to—

She’d called him Viole, she’d called Baam her god. Khun’s almost as disgusted at her as he is at himself, but he’s never claimed not to be a hypocritical asshole.  

Khun knows that there’s forces much greater than him at play here; he’s made that mistake once: he’d believed that any floor test was simple enough to plan and slash his way through, he’d believed the Tower and all of its gods were small enough to contain in his hands.

He doesn’t care. He’d like to not ever have to hear that shit again.

False kings, false gods, false stars lighting up false skies — Khun’s sick of all of it.

—

Before they leave the Wolhaiksong resort that night, Baam checks his inventory to make sure he has everything he needs. He finds three large books he’s never seen before. They have similar fancy leather covers with elegantly minimalistic yet intricate engraving. They look like they’re very old, older than he can even imagine, he realizes on a closer look, since they look like that after being preserved with Shinsu. Out of curiosity, he opens one to a random page.

He’s faced with charts and diagrams of great clouds of light, explanations too dense for him to make sense of at the moment, but there’s lots of blue annotations in a handwriting that looks very familiar for one he’s never seen before. He opens the others to other random pages and finds that they’re all the same way, filled with the same familiar annotations in all kinds of colors, contrasting the old black print of the books. Baam realizes in awe that the books are about stars, pages and pages full of skies and stars, and they’re real.

”Stars are just a legend. Even if you go up, the only thing you’ll reach is this floor’s roof. That blue sky is created by shinsu, and the bright thing at night is just a light ball. I heard there are stars in the Outside world, but they don’t exist, at least, not here in the Tower.”

He can feel shock pricking at his eyes, and looks again at the covers of the book for a title, a name, anything—

and feels tears run down his face.

FROM THE LIBRARY OF KHUN EDUAN.

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[napstawantstosleep]

Okay so rn I need to see content about a character, I'm pretty sure no one would find which one (especially coming from me) because I mean, ain't there so much characters in tog? So how could find mine that easily, this is so stupid. It's not like they have dark blue hair, very pretty blue eyes, blue tattoos on their neck, a pink bubble gum most of the time, a perfect white skin and was called Khun fucking Marco Asensio haha,,, noooo,,,

Absolutely not,,,

Ok ok I'll spill the tea (pic lol)

Agajdklflsjshk SUCH A LOW QUALITY OF PIC FOR SUCH A HIGH QUALITY BOY friend MY DEAR BABY BOY I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH, I HOPE I'LL SEE YOU SOON ENOUGH IN TOG AGAIN, I CAN'T WAIT TOO SEE YOU ANIMATED ON EVERYONE'S SCREEN AND I H O P E, BOY I HOPE YOU'LL GET A VERY SEXY VOICE (actor) TO FIT WITH THAT VERY SMEXY CHARADESIGN FUCK ILY ILY ILY YOU DESERVE SO MUCH FAME NDKSLSPKF LIKE PLS GUYS LOOK AT hE---

What's the reason of this drawing? Why is it such a low quality???

Haha, well because y'see my friend, I was wondering how tf people draw such masterpiece on ibis paint WITH THEIR FINGER So I used it even though I've never thought I would use it again lmao

Low-key sad about them goddam pixels like come oN

But since I'm very thirsty for him, I'll show you guys, my new lock-screen home made

So now if someone come to steel my phone, the first thing they'd see would be this man

No regrets

I had different versions with different effects/colors/whatever because I was experimenting pts

Got me wondering for half an hour which one I'd use

You can use them

Please just,,, look at him 😔🥺❤️

(btw I'm not sure if I said it but I only did the first pic on ibis paint, the last one I'd on paint tool Sai 👉👈)