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hwaightme · 1 year

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Your fan, Mingi (part 1)

(pt.2 here) (your fan ml)

🎤 pairing: mingi x rapper!reader 🎤 genre: slice of life, mix of fluff and angst, music and the industry, slow burn 🎤 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if mingi was stanning you 🎤 wordcount: 3.4k 🎤 warnings/tags: language, reader is an underground rapper, mingi is totally starstruck, producer hongjoong energy, activism, criticism of music industry, dark side of idol life, hongjoong-ah instead of hyung, yunho is supportive friend (TM), mingi being a rebel, sneaking out, potential rap battles incoming, reader with that mic drop, let me know if anything else 🎤 a/n: Hello there <3 thank you very much for your support, feedback and appreciation, it means the world to me! Here is the next installation of the "Your fan, _____" series, for none other than Song Mingi!! Any reblogs, asks and love is appreciated!

You were an established independent artist, having made a name for yourself among the real veterans and rap appreciators.

Years of tracks, freestyles and collaborations that you had published or appeared in under your belt, you were dead set on making a permanent home in the underground scene, deeming it to be the place where real art was made.

As such, you had openly turned down offers to get signed to bigger labels, spitting on their fineprint.

Besides, after trying to connect with you over music, they had always immediately veered off the trail to discuss image, visuals and something or other about them helping you develop your own style.

Blocked without a second thought. What bullshit was this? You? Not having your own style? Please.

You made it this far riding your own wave, making your own connections, and you sure as hell were not about to sell that off to entertainment industry vultures.

It was the managers, the bureaucrats that you did not want to face. The casting directors with ulterior motives.

You were an activist for creative freedom and helping new artists break through properly. You were vocal about these issues, both in general and through music.

You had first hand experience with how hard it was to become an idol, having actually been cast as a young teen and being a trainee for 2 years, but it turned out that the agency was... questionable, to say the least. And thus your independent journey started, and your doubt of any larger music-related organisations grew.

And the last thing you wanted was to, in front of all those people you were fighting for, who trusted you and saw you as a role model, support those who had questionable intentions. No.

You were a wildfire, spinning things around, remixing reality into raw and emotional lines, your only goal being that at least one person out there could find comfort in your songs.

Fully aware of the responsibility you had as an artist, you breathed your work and never backed down until just conditions for all collaborators, agents and assistants were met.

Though this was honourable, you became notoriously difficult to work with, often deemed to be a pain in the ass.

You would only shrug at that - it wasn't your fault that the music industry was full of self-centred manipulators. Your agent kept assuring you that you were exaggerating, but who said that a nice person couldn't have malicious intent?

Maybe you were overly cautious at times, seeing as you did not enjoy letting people close to you.

Were you alone? No, not at all. You had strong friendships with some legends, attended major events, hell, even gave whole press conferences and readily used the media to spread your message.

You even had some friends who were idols (albeit few), and connected with them deeply over shared passions and visions for the future.

But your soul? Strictly off limits.

Though you did, when the moment called for it, elaborate on one verse or other, either giving it a relatable backstory or linking it to a national or global issue, not once did you bare all.

That was not your style.

Neither was it your fans'.

They did not need to be spoon-fed pretentious monologues to understand.

Your fans were a real unit, many connecting with each other and becoming life-long friends. Since you never tried to gather the bigger venues, even if you were touring the country, you had a chance to interact with them. Reassure them. Connect with them. Human to human.

You understood each other. No accessories. That was the most powerful way to bare all.

It was through these concerts that Mingi had gotten to know you, and soon enough you had become his idol, for the lack of a better word, and muse.

One time he had snuck out of the dorms late at night having heard that a new artist he had heard and liked the sound of was going to be opening for another artist.

By sheer luck he managed to swipe the last ticket available, hours before the concert, and was off, having only alerted Yunho that he was "going out".

The event was held at a club, which technically was forbidden for him, but he was feeling rebellious and wanted to immerse himself in the underground atmosphere for once.

He had to squeeze past many bodies to take his place by a pillar off to the left. There were no seats, as he had expected so he perched himself against the structure, waiting.

The opening act was pretty good, as he had hoped, with the teenage boy on stage having a confident flow. There was that yearning in his eyes, hope for something bigger, like this venue was not enough, but maybe with some time and practice that dream could be achieved.

Mingi was about to leave, turning to try and snake through the crowd that was practically pressing him into the pillar, but their screaming that turned into a hypnotic chant, cult-like made him freeze and turn back.

And there you were. In all your glory. Sitting on a high stool that you had dragged after yourself onto the stage, a wired microphone in your hands that were folded in prayer as you bowed your head repeatedly to the audience.

A single spotlight illuminated your form, clad in pitch black industrial-style trousers, chunky sneakers and matching jacket that was zipped up half-way revealing a black tank top loosely hanging off you.

The aura that spread from the stage into the room was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it only got stronger as you began to perform.

And not just run through the lines as if you had somewhere better to be, no, you were living through the song, riding the beat, eyes ablaze.

The song you had started with, (which he later found out was something you had written in response to some hate your fanbase had gotten), called "Welcome home, to the show", started with a low hum. It reminded him of a rumbling thunder, your voice distorted by intentionally added digital noise.

Then, you broke into a quiet mutter, each phrase so perfectly constructed that it was sending wave after wave, and he was being swept in. He looked around and noticed that all present were whispering along with you, eyes not leaving the stage a single time.

He was also in shock at how few phones there were, being used to seeing thousands.

And after a few more bars, all hell broke loose, and he was ready to rip his heart out and give it to you then and there.

You were captivating, your message and vision resonating beyond the walls of this club. Connecting philosophy, ethics, even politics and popular culture, you were the truth.

You were alive and resurrected those who had broken away from routine to see you.

The concert was as though you were telling a gripping saga, in one breath. No wonder your fans were near mad towards the end, while you finished up with a 'classic' of yours.

The audience begged for an encore.

You were smiling wide, pure ecstasy on your face like you were just coming down from a high. The jacket had long been forgotten, and you were currently wiping sweat off your tattooed arms.

And just when your fans began to quieten down, you raised your mic, and in one motion summoned a beat.

Another roar erupted as you admired your followers. Mingi swore you locked eyes with him, piercing his body.

There it was. A freestyle where you managed to incorporate an impossible flow change, and personally addressed some of the fans you knew personally and spotted in the audience.

After the performance, there was a near total flip in your demeanour. Mingi observed as you settled on one of the seats at the bar, changed in a different top and now sporting a beanie

Both you and your fans were beyond respectful, sharing embraces and kind words like you were old friends. Maybe you were, he still had so much to learn. You looked at each one of them like they were your entire world, recalling and asking about personal troubles they had shared with you before.

Mingi was starstruck, he wanted to learn what you knew. Learn what drove you. Learn how to be like you, even just a fraction.

And that was how you became his definition of an artist, rapper and role model

Needless to say, after the concert he could not just ‘stay the same’.

The members noticed that Mingi was walking around the dorm, travelling and even taking breaks between schedules with earphones in and eyes glued to his screen.

He had also grown to prefer being immersed in his thoughts, more often observing chaos among the members rather than participating in it.

The collection of changes began to alarm the others, as they had no clue what the source of this Mingi switch up was.

All except Yunho, that was. The lad quickly put two and two together, since he was in the know about Mingi's escape to attend a concert, and was homie goals to not spill this information to the others as there had not been any press or spottings.

So during a day when the group was miraculously free, Yunho approached Mingi to go for a drive together, and the latter not suspecting the interrogation incoming, agreed.

While they were navigating around the city, eventually settling for their final destination to be a quick visit to Bucheon, Yunho, passively, in an even tone, inquired:

"So what happened that night?"

Fully not expecting Mingi to BURST. The boy was literally bouncing in his seat recounting the experience, to the point where Yunho had to use "the mom hand" to try calming his best friend.

After agreeing to not act like a car crash risk, Mingi delved into explaining why exactly he had been acting the way he was, happily answering any and all questions that came his way.

Really, he was waiting to fanboy all this time.

He took out his phone and attempted to show Yunho some screenshots and notes, once again forgetting that road safety was a thing that existed.

"Man you really want to Tokyo Drift off this bridge huh?"

So he spent the rest of the drive reading out extensive analysis he had conducted, picking apart your rap and diving into what everything could potentially mean, how the rhyme and structure worked and how he could potentially take some patterns to experiment with.

Yunho was in awe - he could not get enough of professional Mingi, so he was more than happy to hear that he found such a good role model.

It was that sparkle in his friends eyes, the grin that would not leave his face as he talked about a rare video he found on YouTube of you freestyling during a radio show, his pride as he exclaimed that he had found some of your earliest recordings in the depths of SoundCloud, diving into babbling away about how your sound, though had always been unique, had indeed evolved over time.

To Mingi, you were a daring character, not caring for the blueprints or trends, and inspired him to work harder than ever before, hone his skills further so that he could enjoy the music as much as you did. He wanted to live every line.

He already had the ability to feel the music coursing through his body, and move impeccably to every beat, but there was something indescribable about how you created your creations, something unreachable, that drew Mingi in.

He desperately wanted to crack the code - maybe in a way of natural competition, as he was also in the music industry, hell, also a rapper, but when he tried that theory on it did not sit well. Mingi did not see himself ever having even an echo of a thought to surpass you or wrong you – to him, you were in your own unique realm.

The young man had nothing but respect for you and wanted to simply translate that into a deeper understanding of your skills. He knew far too well just how hard it was to make performances like yours appear effortless.

As he listened and listened to studio recordings and compared them to the live versions he had replaying in his head, he noticed how you had even changed up the emotional landscape for the specific audience. There was no limit to how much variability there was.

Seeing how he had won over Yunho and even got him into being one of your listeners, albeit more casual, Mingi became even more bold about his passion for your music and his professional growth.

So, day in, day out he had begun to learn some of your rap, slowing it down, trying to repeat it after you. He had attempted to record himself on his phone to review progress, and then, for the final challenge… he needed Hongjoong’s help.

Upon hearing that the younger member wanted to go to the recording studio Hongjoong quite literally shot up from his sprawled position on the floor, dropping his paint brushes (much to Seonghwa’s rising discontent) and rushing to get ready.

He knew that when inspiration struck, it was a race against time to try recording anything.

Once they were in the studio and Hongjoong checked that all equipment worked, Mingi decided to sit him down and elaborate on what he wanted to do and why.

What he did not expect, however, was for Hongjoong to have a smug expression on his face, leaning back as if he… knew something. And knew it so well that it seemed he could maybe even fact check the information he was being given.

Soon enough, Mingi stopped his monologue to stare his captain down, eyebrow raised.

“Do you want me to text them?”

Mingi.exe stopped working.

What did Hongjoong mean by that? That he could text you? Did he mean to message you on social media? Or to try reaching out to you indirectly through management perhaps? That all seemed more realistic-

“No, for real, I have her number, lucky for you we are what one could consider friends.”

Mingi felt as though he was on some hidden camera prank show, quite literally turning his head to check if that was the case. When the first wave of shock did pass, he managed to mumble:

“But… how? How did you meet?”

“At a speaker and networking event, of all places. It was one dedicated to fusion of different disciplines that fall under the umbrella of creative arts, a few months back.”

“Oh, I think I remember! And wait wasn’t it the event where you presented about combining fashion and music and stuff like that, right?”

“Yes, exactly. So, really, it wasn’t a talk that I exclusively gave. There were a couple of others on the stage with me, and it was like a panel discussion. And guess who was one of the guests there? Your new celebrity crush! We had talked previously on occasion, but after that panel it was a 180 flip.”

“And that is when you got her… number?”

“Yeah. She gave it to me.”

Mingi did not want to admit but he was experiencing an odd pang of jealousy, at how serendipity had led you to Hongjoong and not him. How the older member could consider himself a friend of yours, but Mingi was just a fan. But he could not stay in this state for long – after all, this second level connection was an opportunity. He was sure to be able to reach you now.

A silence fell over the two members.

Hongjoong finally broke the silence with a chuckle, returning to what Mingi had been meaning to do:

“So, you want to record a cover, right? Or what was it again?”

“Yep… there is that one track. From her second album. ‘Dum Spiro Spero’. It blew me away. The title means 'While I breathe, I hope', and it tells a story of a child dreaming of making it on the big stage and working hard, and then finishes with them achieving it. When I first heard it... it just spoke to me."

Hongjoong shifted in his seat and moved to search up the track on the studio computer. Once on, he began to nod his head to the entrancing beat.

“This one is one of the less known ones, isn’t it? How did you come across it?”

“Setl-” Mingi slapped his hand over his mouth, realising that he may or may not have just exposed himself and set himself up for the scolding of a lifetime.

“Setl… setlist? SETLIST? Song Mingi… Are you meaning to tell me that you attended a public concert… without telling anyone?”

Mingi contemplated whether he wanted to drag Yunho into this, but chose not to as he merely lowered his head and gave Hongjoong a sheepish smile.

“Mmm… perhaps?”

“Boy, I don’t even need to ask you to come to my room, everything’s prepped already. You are about to get that breath knocked out of you Mingi.” Hongjoong’s expression darkened as he stood up to approach the younger man. But then the latter had the audacity to stand up too.

Ah, the benefits of having a height advantage. “You were saying?”

“Listen here you big little shit-”

After indeed having to listen through an extensive collection of colourful words and a stern warning to never do such risky things (at least without Hongjoong knowing) ever again, they moved to recording the cover.

Since they did not have the instrumental for your track, Hongjoong had laid a beat that was similar and, in front of Mingi’s very eyes sent you a message asking if it was okay to even attempt to do what they were about to do.

Midway through recording, the phone buzzed with a simple offer. To come to your studio so that the three of you could make something even better.

If it was possible for a human being to literally light up a room, Mingi was sure to be the brightest star. Glowing, he stepped out of the booth, mouth wide open, morphing into the most adorable grin.

"Is... that... is that really them?"

"Yep, and you should be getting added to a group chat right... now."

His phone dinged, and he could not believe his eyes. It was a number, your number, on his screen, a notification saying that he was added to 'triple threat trio' and a quick text of you informing that this, indeed was yourself and no one else.

Hongjoong was genuinely afraid that Mingi was going to hit the ceiling because he jumped that high.

A giggly mess, the young rapper and your fan fell back onto the sofa behind where Hongjoong was seated, and typed out a response introducing himself and adding that he really liked your work.

"HYUNG SHE SAYS SHE LIKES OUR WORK TOO AHH"

"You know I sent her some of the tracks from our album before they were even officially released, right?"

"You did what now?"

"Yeah, but don't worry it was just snippets and I had it cleared with the producer. He knows her too so it was easy enough."

"WHY WAS I IN THE DARK ABOUT THIS!!!?"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED?"

"I am going to stop calling you hyung I have not an ounce of respect left-"

"Now that's too far boy one more word and I am asking Y/N to write a diss track about you."

"And I would thank you, HONGJOONG" he exclaimed, still beaming, making a run for it out of the studio and into the corridor, the captain hot on his heels.

The only thing on his mind was that he was going to be recording with you. He would be able to hear you, basically one on one, doing what you did best. And on top of that, you would be creating art together.

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shostakobitchh · 4 months

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Chapter 53: ripples

“What did you tell your cronies?” Severus asked stiffly, causing her to turn.

Miss Evans averted his gaze, her eyebrows knitting together. Ah — his suspicions were correct. There was trouble in paradise. He tried not to look too eager to hear more about this development.

“Nothing,” she muttered, glaring at the parchment. “They don’t know where I am.”

“Does anyone know you’re here?” he crossed the room to lean across the workbench, looking over whatever it was she was writing. It was a Divinations essay — she’d scratch out because this is a crock of shit three separate times.

“No,” she gave him a knowing look. “I meant what I said — need to know only.”

Severus stared at her, trying to penetrate through the indifference. She frowned before finally breaking into a smirk.

“Except between us,” she prodded at his arm. “Because you’ve never lied about anything.”

He rolled his eyes. “Very astute of you, Miss Evans. Let’s hope you use that same astuteness in your lesson.”

All amusement left her face as Severus sat down on the workbench beside her. She paled a bit, giving a small, jerky nod as she turned to face him fully, fiddling with her robes. The freckles around her nose faded, like stardust.

"Occlumency is not for the faint of heart," Severus began, his voice low and steady. "It requires utmost control over your thoughts and emotions. It is the art of shielding your mind from intrusion, protecting your most private memories from prying eyes. What I have shown you thus far is only the tip of the iceberg. Protecting you from yourself is a world of difference from those who seek to force what they want from you.”

She looked up at him, trepidation in her eyes. “I know that.”

“You don’t,” he said sharply. “which is why, first and foremost, you must grasp what you are protecting yourself from.”

Her confidence faded, like dust from the pages of an ancient book wafting away.

“Think of something to withhold from me,” he said, tilting her chin up with his index finger.

“I can think of a whole lot of those,” she muttered under her breath.

“What?” Severus snapped.

“Nothing, nothing…” she scrunched her nose before giving him one, sharp nod. “Alright — I’ve got it.”

“When you’re ready, you will use the Shields you have to block me.” Severus leaned forward so that his eyes were level with hers. He let himself lose himself for just a brief moment in her black eyes, still unable to rid himself of the undeniable feeling of gazing into a mirror. It would never feel familiar to him. "Remember, Occlumency requires complete control. Focus on that memory, hold it close to you, and do not let me in."

“Wait —” the girl’s voice wavered with uncertainty. “How do I — stop you? My Shields are for me.”

“You’ll find out.”

Severus let himself bleed in slowly, trying not to jar her. He immediately felt her stiffen, but he pressed forward, forcing his way through her resistance with a patience that should have qualified him for sainthood. He sensed the flicker of resistance within her, a flicker that needed to grow into an impenetrable flame.

He pushed forward gently, testing the walls of her mind, only to find that she immediately faltered. He could feel her panic, her surprise, and it was the doorway in —

He was in her dormitory, watching Miss Evans glare heatedly at Granger. They stood only feet apart, but Severus could instantly see vast distance between them, feeling it in the icy intensity of his daughter’s glare, even if it wasn’t focused on him.

"What happened yesterday — during Defense? You never came back.” Granger asked primly. Gods, he loathed it — the damn know-it-all attitude. He didn’t know how the girl stomached it.

“You’re right. I didn’t.” Miss Evans’ voice was short — detached.

Granger’s expression faltered. “We couldn’t find you anywhere —”

“I just wasn't feeling well. Maybe I was in the infirmary.

A voice stammered from beyond. “Stop —”

Severus let the girl force him out, the memory fading like smoke. In the present, Miss Evans was grabbing at his arm as he slipped away, back into the shocked depths of her eyes.

There was something in them — it crept out intermittently, but it made Severus’ inside twist sharply.

Miss Evans’ breathing was harsh and labored as she pushed away from him and the workbench, pacing and running her fingers through her hair. Severus gave her a moment, watching tensely as he awaited her response. When she finally stopped, she fell back onto the bench and stared at him, like he was a puzzle. Severus kept his face as smooth as glass.

Her lips pressed together in a tight line. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting — that.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Severus said, but his hand reached up to touch her face. “You must know your limits. I will never do anything you don’t want me to.”

“Right,” she sucked in a deep breath. “I know, I — I trust you.”

His chest shifted uncomfortably once more.

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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Your writing is so good!! (*/ω＼*)

Can you maybe do a luxiem bois with a reader that's getting burnt out from work and the bois trying to help them? (*˙˘˙)♡

"Come, rest with me a while."

a/n: i told you guys i'd go a bit crazy with fics hehe ALSO ANON IM RLY SORRY I'M SO SO LATE IN DELIVERING THIS TO YOU

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

quick disclaimer: i based all these burnouts on my own personal experiences as burnouts are different for everyone!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

man is hands on dropping everything upon noticing the tiniest of signs (´･ᴗ･ ` )

without much being said, vox is obviously no stranger to this and after centuries, he's pretty much already mastered the art of preventing the dreaded burn out

so when he sees you staring head on at your work, your fingers set on the side doing nothing, your gaze just a bit emptier than usual, he knows

"what's wrong, love? exhausted from work?" he coos, wrapping his arms around you from behind. vox immediately feels the strain on your shoulders, further indicating you were definitely close to your limit

if anything you already were

vox is one to just sit down and calm you down with words, coaxing you to take a mental break for yourself

it almost didn't matter if you were hungry or not

he's straight to the kitchen to cook something up for you

it could be a comfort food of yours, something of his or something completely new he's been wanting to try in a while

either way, you're eating all of his delicious foods

"but vox, i already ate though..."

"you don't want this food to go to waste now, do you?"

if you're the type to sit quiet during burnouts and rather not talk about the daunting mental block, vox is absolutely fine with it and would probably just stuff your mouth with his food

oh and his lips ;D

ah yes the sussy jokes and pickup lines

god pls have mercy(″ロ゛)

"my, my, if your lips are going to stay frowning like that, mind if i give it a smile with my own?"

"or would it better if i put them to better use?"

KAJHSJKSHASHSGJH?????

SUSSY SUSSY SUSSY

anyway 💀

if the day had been extremely cruel to you, your work piling over, the expectations ever so towering but your mind at a fucking dead end all until your sanity results to tears

"oh dear, shhh, shhh, sweet thing. come here," vox whispers, sitting next to you and bringing you immediately against his chest. "it's alright to let it out, my dear. cry as much as you want. but i'll stay here with you."

if this were me i'd be crying even harder yall 😭

slight mother instincts kicking in, he'll literally just baby you as you weep away your woes. it won't be super obvious but know that deep down, he cares so much about you

he'll just rock you back and forth wherever you are, stroking your hair gently while whispering things your heart needed right now

"all will pass, love. i promise it'll be alright."

"n-no it won't, vox..."

"really? what makes you think that?"

"j-just everything! look at me, i'm failing everything..."

"i'll be honest with you," he smiles, wiping a fallen tear. "i don't see that happening. to me, all i see is your body asking you to rest. it's telling you to take some time off."

"b-but--"

"trust me, dear," he leans down, bringing you closer against him as he placed a chaste kiss at the top of your head. "i believe you to be strong. but there will be times you need to take a break to make yourself even stronger next time. do you understand?"

once you've settled down, he's stuffing your face with more food (´ ω `♡)

no matter how long you're healing yourself, vox will always be there every step of the way. he's holding your hand, he's hugging you, he's kissing your tears away

and by the time you're back on your feet again, the light in your eyes a bright glow and your fire of passion burning through, vox will just proudly smile as you recount today's achievements

"vox, vox, look! i finally got it done! and the results for that other thing i'm doing came back positive!"

when he promised he will do anything to protect that beautiful smile of yours, he meant it with every fiber of his body.

he laughs, pulling you in to place a kiss on your lips, "well done, sweet thing. i knew you could do it."

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

i think it'd take a while for mysta to rly notice what was going on (despite being a detective yes)

initially, he thought you were just in a bad spot today. bad day? bad mood? one of those short term emotional breaks is all

but when he catches sight of you continuing to sigh in front of your work, groaning even more often and the many times your face lost its color from constant hopelessness

yes he notices

but he's actually hesitant to rly take action upon it

mysta is very used to seeing you be so positive and happy about things, telling him about your day, even if it was a terrible one

in short, he was used to seeing you smile

but even as one tiny joke didn't manage to bring that back on your face, mysta was extremely worried

was his joke funny? did it offend you more than it should've healed you?

he was nervous to talk you about it, afraid he'd take the wrong step

sooo i will have to ask you to be one opening up to him. at least tell him what's going on and what's been bother your mind to affect your moods like this(>_<)

mysta will appreciate you so much for doing that and once he understands what it is you're going through exactly, he'll definitely offer you all sorts of help

"burnout huh? they suck a lot," he sighs, taking your hand in his and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. he smiles, kissing it, "it's okay, babe. that means you just gotta take a break, right?"

"as simple as that sounds, mysta, i don't know if i can right now... work is piling all over me."

"huh, what assholes to be overworking you right?"

you snort a bit, shaking your head.

phase one: get them to smile at least a bit. complete.( ◡‿◡ *)

"okay, okay, listen," mysta scoots closer, squeezing your fingers on the way. "i just saw this new (anime/show) come out and a few episodes have been posted. so many people have been saying it's good. up to binge?"

that is his go to way of cheering you up

mysta will immediately try to make you forget what it is that is troubling you, preferably through some entertainment like games or movies.

if it goes back to bother you again, he's quick to make a joke about it in hopes you won't feel as intimidated by it

oh and he's more than glad to take you to the grocery store to pick up a whole new stash of snacks <3

tbh mysta is a big snackie so it's also an excuse to be munching on some lmao

"wait why are we getting ice cream again, mysta? don't we already have some at home?"

"uhhhitgrewlegsandranaway"

"to your stomach?"

"nooooooooo?"

phase two: get snacks and movie plans. complete.(ง ื▿ ื)ว

he will not care how many snacks and or movies it will take to bring you back again mentally. he's there to handle the remote on what you're watching for the rest of the night and he's the one getting up on his feet to grab more snacks

but as soon as mysta sees the tears fall out and you're breathing a lot heavier then before, he can't help but want to cry too

honestly he becomes a mess with you at this point

"hey, hey.. d-don't cry, i-i'm gonna cry too now.." he tries coaxing you, his eyes pricking. he held your shaky hands in hopes to find stability within himself

but yeah it doesn't rly work

"goddammit," he mumbles to himself, sniffling

serious time: he feels rly useless when he can only sit there and watch you cry, especially when he finds himself crying too

"babe, babe, look, it's gonna be okay, right?" he tries but it makes you cry even worse

you don't mean to make him feel even worse, honest!

so what's the solution now?

well... cry together until one of you calms down┐(~ー~;)┌

most times, you're the one calming down first so when you cease your weeping and see that mysta was upset as well, you're the one comforting him.

you know what they say: to cheer yourself up, cheer someone else up.

mysta will just look into your swollen red eyes with the biggest pout in the world, "i-i'm fine, i promise, babe."

you giggle, leaning in to kiss his cheeks. "why are we such a mess, mysta?"

"we're destined to be together is all."(//ω//)

and then it's back to movies and snacks until dawn

once you're back on your feet, laughing, smiling and scolding mysta for something he's done, he knows you're okay again

when you show him an achievement you've gotten, sparkles in your eyes, he'll just grin at you while patting your head, "good job, baby. you're so, so strong. i love you."

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

not immediately but the moment he starts talking to you and your responses are not like usual, he knows something is up

although not necessarily assuming it was burnout

you're always putting on a smile for him or at the very least giving him more extensive responses to his questions and comments

instead of those, he's only getting 'hm's

his metaphorical puppy ears and tails droop down

"honey? is everything okay?" luca asks you gently while frowning

if you're the type to push people away during these rather dark times, i'm gonna have to apologize on luca's behalf bcs he's the type to push you until he knows you're okay

of course it's not so forceful it's toxic

but just know that luca is genuinely worried about you and if he doesn't know what's up, he's afraid he'll step on a landmine

"honey please? just tell me how you're feeling. was it a bad day?"

to be honest though, with luca's natural adorable charm, it's sorta hard to look away without giving in to him (biased asf lmao)

however if you still aren't in the right place to be speaking, luca will just sigh and give you a kiss to the temple, smiling gently, "alright then. just find me if you're ready to talk okay? i'll always be here to listen."

BABYYYYY

˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚

ahem

he'll be so happy once he sees you approach him, tugging on his sleeve although still a bit sad(╯_╰)

"yes, honey?" luca smiles, putting away his work

i mean bro come on doesn't his smile alone just give you relief?

your heart feels a bit lighter and then you start to spill everything, informing him that it was probably burnout from all the work you've been doing

"oh, honey, come here, come here," luca is the one coming to you tho

you happily receive him in your arms, wrapping yourself in the comforting scent of luca kaneshiro

he starts stroking your hair, rocking you back and forth while humming a soft tune

"how about we hang out for the rest of the day? i'll clear up my schedule, no problem!"

and as much as you insisted that you just wanted a sliver of his time, he's not listening to you anyway and requesting his secretary to clear up any meetings today

he also even went as far as tweeting that he'll be cancelling the stream if he hasn't already

dw, us lucubs are nice! >:3

luca is the type to try and make you forget about your burnout like mysta although a little bit more active

games, movies, a night out, cooking together if you haven't eaten

i think the one thing luca won't ever forget to mention to cheer you up (especially in these dire times) is skin care!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

he's not afraid to be seen with cute bunny hair band to put his long hair away and have cucumbers on his eyes 🥒

i mean why would he? he always feel so nice afterwards

can't a mafia boss clean himself up too(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

always ready with a stash of skincare, from face masks, hair masks, lip scrubs, undereye masks, waxing, nail care--i could go on tbh and luca would prob still have more

or if you'd like, luca is more than glad to be bring you to a spa to get yourself done but honestly, he likes doing it at home with you because he think it's more intimate ;)

"careful babe you're gonna get it all over my eyes!!"

"i heard smoothies from these ingredients make your skin feel good from the inside."

"i feel like painting my nails today... i still can't get the hang of painting my right hand tho... "

"ooohhh this one smells so nice, honey! come on come on let's do this one."

at the end of the night, luca will have you snuggled up against him watching a gentle movie

he'll also just brush away at your face, deciding to bring up your case of burnout now that your heart is in a much better place

"hey, about your burnout. i know it sucks being in this phase of your life right now but listen to me," then he'll cup your cheeks and squish them. "i know you well enough that something like this is just another obstacle. and even if you have trouble going through it, i'll kick its ass down with you. you hear me?"

you don't even remember about your burnout, knowing your (yellow) knight in shining armor is good on kicking some ass down with you

you clasp your hands onto luca's, leaning up to kiss his nose

he frowns, "but honey you missed..."

laughing, you try again. this time, properly.

luca giggles, "i love you."

and once you're back on your feet again, luca has never been more proud of you. he'll hug you tightly, spin you around in the air and probably invite you for a night out at your favorite restaurant

"I'M SOO PROUD OF YOU, BABYYYY! POGGGGGG!"（〜^∇^ )〜

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

notices immediately and already knows what to do

although not as experienced as vox, ike tends to keep himself busy a lot so he has no shortage of burnouts

he's tried different ways of healing himself, from the internet from asking people

it can be super hard going through these things alone, so when he sees you in this state, with symptoms he himself is so familiar with, his heart aches and he reaches out to you so that you don't have to go through the same thing he did often

safe to say that he'll be very serious about this⊂(▀¯▀⊂ )

sure, jokes can help from time to time but i think ike is the type to rly take things head on

ike knows you super well so he knows if you'd like some space right now, or if you need some company

if you feel more reserved and "to avoid" him, he knows to back off for the time being. but he doesn't just go back to his work until you've cooled off

ike wants you to know (although indirectly) that he's there for you still

so what he does is step out of the room and place a drink of your choice near you

"remember to hydrate yourself, okay?" he gently tells you

and when you thank him, giving him a small smile, ike touches your hand like he's asking for permission

if you don't react much, ike will just lean down and place kisses all over your face

to rly rly rly rly remind him that you're not alone, despite all your problems and flaws(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

when the day is very bad, your heart just wanting to break and your mind shattering to pieces from the emotional distress, ike would prefer to be with you rather than give you space

seems disrespectful of what you rly wanted at the time, but pls bear in mind that ike wants to make sure you're okay

it's not that he doesn't trust you either

he just... doesn't like it when you're hurting, alone especially

"please let me stay with you," ike will tell you when you push him away

don't tell me you have the heart to rly refuse this soft king :<

he'll just hold you without saying much, stroking your hair, wiping your tears, kissing them away at the right times

if you want to ramble and rant about everything, telling him how work rly sucks, how you've been failing everything and just being in a terrible mental state, ike doesn't mind either

he's definitely the listener type, absorbing in all of your words like a sponge

so it seems as though he always had the perfect words to say at times like these

i mean.

he's a novelist, he writes songs--

his philosophy is bound to be different from others. or at the very least, word the most common phrases in a way it seemed so original????

ಠ_ಠ

you can't tell me otherwise that he'll be singing to you to make you feel better :D

he's slightly shy about it (this cute bby istg) but once he comes to terms that he was doing this for you and to hopefully make you smile again, he'll start humming a song

something he liked, something you liked, something he was working on

it never fails to put your heart and mind at ease

ike eveland will sit, sing, hold you etc etc for hours on end if it meant seeing you stand back up again

seeing as he's super used to burnouts, i think he actual has some concrete ways of slowly getting you back up there

he totally understands if you're not ready yet, but the way he persuades you--

yeah, sometimes you wonder if it's a blessing or not to be dating ike eveland

i'm just kidding it's always a blessing†_(ﾟｰﾟ*)β

he'll even set aside his own work to help you do yours, even as simple as organizing your papers, cleaning up your soft files and all the mundane things your work has you do

you'd be lying if you said that wasn't such a big big help

and before you knew it, you're back to being productive in a lesser time than usual

when you show ike that you've cleared up your work list and or the results of your hard work, he feels more fulfilling knowing that you were saved from the spiraling misery of burnout

he pats your head, brings you onto his lap and presses a very passionate kiss to your lips

then you pull away to see his slightly teary eyes, "i'm so, so proud of you älskling."

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

would notice you acting differently, say like staring off into your laptop but doing nothing or sighing just a bit more than usual

shu would def start speculating something is going on and he tests his own theory out by talking to you

"hey there baby," he coos, his eyes sparkling

"mhm," and although you were smiling, shu could tell it was half hearted

yep, something's going on

unlike luca though, he'll be a lot gentler when coaxing you to tell him

he would like to use his spells to spill out of you but he knows super well that's not rly nice so he'll just keep on asking you without using any underhanded tricks

after the third time asking, he'll just sigh and cuddle you silently, holding your hand

"it's alright if you don't wanna tell me. just let me stay with you okay?"

his soothing voice and the way he pleaded a little bit was hard to refuse :<

but just know that shu doesn't want to leave you alone like this, even if he doesn't know for sure what it is you're going through

shu kinda already had a hunch that it might've been burnout but he wants to you tell him himself

after a while, you finally tell him what's going on and he's more than glad to open his arms for you if comfort is what you need

shu is also super calm and smiling throughout the entire thing

it's a trick he learned somewhere

when you're handling something (especially if it's stressful), if one person is smiling, other people just tend to calm down a lot more

you'd be lying if you said it hasn't worked out with him :3

anyway

i think is all about reassuring you mentally

he wants to rebuild you back again before he can move onto other things

so he wouldn't immediately try to distract you from the stress

to him, it's important you recognize what you're feeling and learn how to face it head on instead of running away from it first (ofc this doesn't apply to everyone, you do you readers^^)

"take a deep breath for me."

"clear your head first and focus on my voice, okay? close your eyes if you need to."

he has the habit of pressing between your eyebrows if it furrows so it's just a super cute way to remind you that you should relax

٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

after you're calm, shu will simply smile at you and start telling you about your past achievements, about all the good things about you, about how strong you are and basically the wonderful being you were born as ٩(◕‿◕)۶

but if you're feel more broken apart this time and you can't help but tear up, shu will admittedly freeze up first

this was the one thing shu was so afraid of happening, exactly why he wanted to reassure you mentally first

he'll be at a loss of words on what to do next, he himself not knowing what to do

seeing you cry breaks his heart okay

but shu yamino is a keeper of his words so if he said that he's gonna protect your smile, he will do exactly that even if it daunted him

he'll cup your cheeks so that you're focused on him and you can see he's trying to maintain a strong smile for you despite the tears

shu will just kiss away your tears, each one getting longer every time

BRO THIS AGAIN WOULD MAKE ME CRY EVEN MORE ;-;;;;

after you've calmed down, shu will finally kiss you on the lips and say, "there you are. hi."

he'll then bring you into his embrace, so tightly against him as if he was afraid that you'd actually disappear from him, that something would take you away from him

something not even his jujutsu magic could do

"it's all gonna be okay. i'm right here to go through it with you," he whispers, rubbing your back.

"b-but--"

"when have i ever gone back on my word, babe?"

that he was correct about

you just sigh and melt into him, snuggling into his chest

and for the rest of the day, it really is healing time for both you and him

you're not allowed to be touching anymore work by shu (not directly but by unwilling to let you go hsakjshk) so you have the time to rly just relax and save yourself from further destruction

and as for shu?

it becomes a reminder for him that he should take care of you more often

not in a way that you can't handle yourself

but the fact that he couldn't prevent you from getting these burnouts in the first place, maybe he should've stopped you from working too much

then you suddenly touch his face

shu looks up at you

you're smiling now

"there you are. hi, shu."

he can't help but tear up and cry at the same time, leaning into your hands

it's definitely the little things with you and shu

and once you've picked yourself up again with the sorcerer's help, you're back to laughing and making corny jokes with him, you're in a way reminding shu that he's saved you all over again

"shu, shu, look! i got rly good feedbacks on these!"

ah, that glimmer in your eyes...

he leans in and places a kiss on your temple, "good job, cutie."

Masterlist!

#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #akurylic #mystart #drawluca #ikenography #yaminoart #author chan’s delivery service ?

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Oooh, so close to Ada! Not this chapter though. Sorry lol. I, once again, did not re-read fully. I glanced at it. So mistakes may be possible. Have fun folks!

TW: Language, zombies, gore, guns, Brian Irons (fucking hate that guy), ect. The usual Resident Evil stuff. Enjoy.

Chapter 6:

-September 29, 1998-

By the time you had back tracked and made it through the gate it was past midnight. Early morning 12 am on September 29th. Here's to hoping this day will be better. You don't know how much more shit you could take.

First goal, get into the police station. Easier said than done considering all the entrances were blocked. Either by items or by the undead.

Oh wait, an open window. Bingo. Only thing is you had to take out a few zombies trying to make their way through. You managed to do so fairly easily. At this point, you're a zombie killing pro. You know exactly what part of the head to hit to make it explode in one shot. The morbid part of you is weirdly satisfied when that happens. But it's nice not to waste 5 shots on one zombie. My, how far you've come.

You shimmied the window open and climbed through, carefully and quietly shutting it behind you. You don't know what could be in here.

You turned and your stomach dropped at the sight before you. This isn't good. Looks like the police station was overrun. How do you know this? Well, the first thing you saw when you turned around was blood. Blood and dead bodies. At least, you hoped they were dead. You didn't want to use up more ammo than necessary.

Okay, next mission, find Ben. Again, easier said than done. You've never been to the former art museum, now turned into a police station. You have no idea where you are currently. Just that it was dark and bloody and there were bodies.

You see a door down the hall to the left and one down the hall in front of you. You tried to think. You entered from the far left of the building, the first window. So if you walk forward, you might reach the main hall and find survivors. Survivors who can hopefully help you find Ben and you can all leave this city, living happily ever after knowing Umbrella will get shut down after this incident.

I mean, there is no way they can sweet talk their way out of it, right? They caused an outbreak and a mass genocide of over 100,000 people. Oh, and let's not forget the animals. No creature was left unscathed. They fucked up. They fucked up big time.

Fuckers.

You decided to just carefully walk to the forward door and see where you end up. You opened the door and saw what you believed to be the reception room. Unfortunately, there were more bodies. You see another door and decided to try it out and see where it leads.

You opened the door into a big, grand and fancy room with marble statues. Okay, this is promising. You saw the big double doors and decided that this was the main entrance.

Now you just need to find survivors.

"Ma'am? Are you alright? You're not bitten are you?" A man's voice asked, startling you.

You jumped and gasped, hand on your chest to calm your heart. "Holy- no. No. This isn't my blood." You awkwardly gestured to yourself, as you turned to face the man. A police officer, judging by the uniform. Funny

If it wasn't for the circumstances you're sure you would have been arrested immediately waltzing in a police station in blood covered clothes.

"Ah. Zombies?" He asked.

"And the like. Lots of stuff happening out there." You said awkwardly. He nodded.

"And in here. Barely anyone is left anymore. I have a man searching for a way out for those of us who remain. But the longer we stay here the more our numbers dwindle." He said.

You nodded in understanding. "Oh, I'm Y/n by the way."

"I'm Marvin Branagh. Nice to meet you. Where'd you come from?" He asked.

"Oh, I climbed through a window. Had to kill some zombies in the process. Sorry for, you know, breaking and entering."

"You killed some of those things trying to get in. I'm not mad." He laughed. You studied the man closely.

Marvin had a short, buzzed haircut and a goatee on his dark skinned face. Looking in his eyes, you could tell that he was just as tired as you were. If not more. The weight of everything has taken a toll on him.

"I'm actually looking for someone. A friend of mine was arrested just before this all started. You think you could help me find him?" I asked.

"Hmm, well the prisoners were all released from what I was told." Your heart sinks, maybe Ben wasn't here.

"Who told you that? Irons?" You asked.

He nodded. "I haven't been to the cells since this all started, though, so I may be wrong. There are quite a few obstacles to get there. The undead and locked doors alike. You'd have to work to get there." He wished he could be more helpful, but this station is expansive and crawling with zombies and Lickers. He couldn't afford to go running around when he still had a few survivors to take care of.

"You can't help me?" You questioned.

He shook his head. "I have a few survivors left to look after. I can give you a map, but otherwise, you're on your own on this one. I'm sorry."

You shook your head. "No worries. I understand. Focus on getting your people out of the city. I'll go see if my friend is still around and then join you."

"Alright. Here's that map I promised you. First, second and third floor. Don't lose it. I don't have another one to give you." He warned.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." You tell him, before studying the map. Looks like the only way to get to the holding cells is through the parking garage. The only way you see to get there is through an elevator in Irons office.

"Any chance you can point me another direction that leads to the parking garage?" You asked Marvin.

"The only other way is blocked. So unfortunately going through his office is the only way to go. Be careful though, people have been "mysteriously" dying when he's present, and I just know he has something to do with it." He told you.

"What do you mean?" You question.

"Well, he started off by giving us strange orders. Like locking all the doors and scattering our weapons throughout the station. Then he went one step further and separated the survivors into separate groups. Haven't seen any of them since." He told you.

Smart man. Finally catching on to how shifty his Chief of Police actually is. I guess the outbreak is making Irons show his true colors.

"I assume I need a key." You said.

"Yes, the diamond key. There are at least two hidden around the station. Where exactly, I'm not sure. I wish I could be of more help." He said.

"It's fine. I'll figure it out. I'll break the damn door if I have to. Thank you."

He nodded. "Meet back here when you're done. I should be here when you get back."

You smiled and nodded. Turning on your feet, you made your way up the stairs to the second floor to explore and see if you could find anything useful. Like a key or lock pick. Or a grenade. It's a fucking wooden door. It can break.

One way or another, you're getting through that room.

-September 29, 1998-

You explored about every damn inch of the second floor you could access and didn't find a damn diamond key. You found more ammo for your guns though. And grenades and more guns, but you just took one grenade and left the rest for someone else who may need them more. It's not like you're a weapons expert here.

You might just blow up the door. You're just worried about attracting what survivors had deemed "Lickers" in the process. Lickers. Not a name you would have chosen, but fitting I suppose.

As you were about to head to Irons office, you heard gunshots from the main entrance area.

You quickly ran out the door and down the stairs, coming across Marvin. He was clutching his side in pain.

"Hey! Hey, what happened? Are you hurt?" You asked him as you ran up to check on him.

"Stay away from me!" He exclaimed, panicked. He pushed you away and ran through a door. Where was he going?

The door to the front entrance opens and you turn to see who it was, hand on your gun ready to shoot, only pausing when you recognize who it was.

"Tyrell?" You asked.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"A mission. You?"

"Same here. Sort of. Need help with anything?" You offered as he walked over to the computers on the desk meant to be for the receptionists.

As Tyrell was about to respond, the door opened again and you saw another familiar face.

"Where'd that cop go?"

"Don't know, don't care. We got a job to do. If our intells still worth a damn, then Bards' in the S.T.A.R.S office. Let's find him and take him into custody." Tyrell said.

"Custody? I thought this was a rescue." Carlos said, before pausing when he finally noticed you. "Y/n?"

"Hey. Small world, huh? Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair in a moment. Just a heads up though, if you hear a loud boom coming from upstairs, that's me with a grenade." You tell them.

"Do I wanna know?" He asked.

"Eh, it's just that nearly every damn door has been locked. I've been unlocking everything upstairs and trying to find one key to a certain room. Haven't had any luck though."

"What key? Maybe I can keep an eye out." Carlos offered.

"Not if I blow it up first. But if you find a diamond key lying around, then let me know."

"Alright, will do. Good to see you, Y/n."

"You too. Later boys. Stay safe. Oh, and watch out for Lickers. They're nasty little fuckers."

"What?"

"Lickers. Mutated monsters with no skin and long tongues that can pierce skin. Not fun. Anyways, good luck." You tell them as you walk back upstairs to make your way back to the office. You listened to their conversation as you went.

"Carlos, take a look at this. I've located the S.T.A.R.S office. Remember, Bard had access to Umbrella's darkest secrets. He knows we'll try to keep him under our thumb." Tyrell said.

"So this "search and rescue mission" is really more like "find and detain". Right. Good to know." You hear Carlos's voice fade the further you went.

Is Nathaniel Bard here? You very much doubt it since Marvin hadn't mentioned any survivors in the S.T.A.R.S office. And what do they plan to do when they find him?

You shook your head. You have no time for more side quests. You have to find Ben.

You made your way to his office and as you turned the corner, the door slammed open and Irons walked out. Quickly turning around, you opened a closet door, sliding in, shutting it, and listening with bated breath as he stomped away from his office and down the hall where you had just been standing moments ago.

You waited until you were sure the coast was clear before carefully opening the door and peaking out into the hall. No sign of Irons. You walked out of the closet and made your way back to the office door. You checked to see if it was unlocked. Nope.

Just as you were about to break the damn door down, it slammed open and you lightly screeched as a body collided with your own.

"Get off me!" A voice yelled. A familiar voice.

Backing up and looking at the owner of the voice, your eyes widened. "Katherine?" You questioned in disbelief.

Katherine looked up with tears in her eyes when she recognized you. "Y/n!" She quickly pulled you in close and held you tightly.

You lightly shushed her and pushed her into the room, shutting the now unlocked door behind you. "What are you doing here? I thought you would have been long gone by now. With your father."

"He left me." Katherine said, anger in her tone. "He left me in the care of Irons and got out of the city as fast as he could as soon as things started to go down. You were right about him. And about Irons. We need to go. This is the first time he's let me out of his sight." She began crying slightly, the stress from everything getting to her.

You broke the hug and looked over her appearance. She was wearing a pretty white dress and her hair was half pinned back. She didn't look outwardly harmed. You would have killed Irons if she had.

"Did he do anything to you?" You asked as you dragged her outside to the balcony leading to the elevator to the garage.

"No, but I watched him kill all those people. I know I'm next. You were right, Y/n. He's a horrible person. And we need to leave before he gets back." She grabbed at your arms, desperate that you understand.

"Okay, we will. We just need to make a pit stop first." You said as you made it to the elevator. You pressed the button, summoning the elevator.

"The parking garage? Why?" She asked.

"Because that also happens to be the only way to get to the cell block."

"For, Ben? Irons said he killed him. He's gone, Y/n." She said sadly.

The elevator opened up and you dragged her in, quickly pressing the button once you both cleared the doorway.

You shookyour head. "I refuse to believe that. We at least have to check before we go." The elevator started descending and you grabbed your shotgun and checked that it was fullyloaded. Lord knows what's down there.

"Do we have any chance of escaping the city?" She asked you.

"Dwindles with each passing day. You remember how to shoot a gun?" You asked her, remembering how she briefly took a class on the subject.

"Yeah. Of course." She nodded.

"Great. Here." You hand her the handgun and a pack of ammo. "Make sure it's fully loaded. I have plenty more ammo in my bag, you just have to ask and I'll hand you more. Seeing as you don't have pockets."

"Well, excuse me. I wasn't exactly dressing for a zombie apocalypse." She deadpanned. You snorted.

"Nope. Just for your boyfriend. You look good, by the way. Ben will be happy to see you."

"Don't get my hopes up." She said as the elevator door finally opened up to a room.

You walked out of the elevator and toward the door leading out to the garage. Before you opened it, you turned to Katherine.

"You ready?" You ask, shotgun in hand.

She cocked her gun and nodded. "Ready."

You both carefully walked out the door, keeping your eyes peeled for any zombies. You hear aggressive barking in the distance. Turned police dogs, you assumed. It sounded like they were still in the cages, so you should be alright.

Once you determined the coast was clear, you grabbed your map to check you were in the right place.

"Alright. This way. Stay close." You told Katherine, shoving the map back into your pocket. She nodded and you made your way through the cars parked haphazardly to the door you needed to get to.

"Please be unlocked." You mumbled as your fingers wrapped around the handle and turned it. You grinned when it opened. "Nice."

Walking into the cell block, you both stay close to avoid the zombies reaching out through the cells and into the hallway in an attempt to grab you. You almost gave up, only seeing a bunch of undead, when you came across a cell in the corner with a man sitting on his bed, smoking his cigarette.

"Ben!" Katherine beat you to it, running towards the cell and reaching for him.

"Katherine!" He grinned in relief, running up to hold her through the bars. "I thought you were dead." He said.

"I thought you were dead too!" She nearly wanted to sob at the thought. She almost left him thinking that Irons was telling the truth.

You watched the heartfelt reunion with a smile, happy for your friends. Though it dropped into a face of mock disgust when they started to kiss each other through the bars.

"Ew. Yeah, I'm here too. Still." You said, gaining their attention.

"Hey, Y/n. What the hell took you so long?" Ben joked.

"Oh you know, I just got a little distracted from the hordes of zombies and others running through the city. My bad. Next time I'll try to be more punctual." You sassed back. Katherine snorted at your interaction, always an amusing scene for her.

"You better. Or I'll have to revoke your pay. Unless… you happen to have a key or something to get me out of here?" He asked.

"Ah, I didn't really think that far ahead. Let's see what we have to work with here." You turned away from the couple to study the lock as they continued to enjoy each other's company. Looked like an electric mechanism of some kind. And it's missing three chips.

You sighed and popped the gum in your mouth. Hmm, theoretically, you just need something metallic to act as a conductor for the electricity. To get it from point A to point B. At least, you think that's how it works. You're no scientist.

Wait, aluminum is metallic. Your gum wrappers are metallic. That's it! You grabbed your bag off your shoulders and began to look through it for your gum.

You froze when you heard a gun cock and felt something hard against the middle of your back.

You turned your head slightly to see Katherine and Ben looking your way with wide eyes. You sighed, closing your eyes in frustration. "Is that a gun in your hand, Chief Irons, or are you just happy to see me." You weakly joked.

"Can't it be both? Drop the guns, the bag, and put your hands up." Irons spat, pressing the gun deeper into your back, making you hiss from your bruises being pressed onto.

You wished you could do some badass maneuver to kick the gun away and shoot the bastard. Sadly, you are but a normal, boring, human who didn't want to take any chances getting shot. You should have invested in those self defense classes.

You put the safety on and slowly crouched to put the gun and bag onto the floor. Katherine followed, looking at you with worry. You slowly stood and raised your hands up once more.

"Turn around." Irons demanded you. You hesitated, and he pressed the gun further into your back. "Don't make me say it again."

You slowly turned around, arms still up, and made eye contact with the man. You glared with hatred as he looked you up and down.

"Hmm, you're a pretty little thing. A hot mess though." He said as he glanced at your bloodied and dirt covered clothing. "You just got here? I would have recognized you amongst the other survivors."

"Yes." You spat. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. The same way Katherine had described last week at the diner. Like he wanted to murder and sleep with you.

"You should have stayed away. Katherine over there, well, she has a prior engagement she will be attending to." You didn't like the way he said that.

"Yeah right. She's not going anywhere with you." Ben spat as you glared at the man, fully ready to fight him, even if he had a gun to you, if so much as glanced at Katherine.

"You're really in no position to make that decision. Now, back up toward the cell, girl." He gestured to the cell Ben was in.

You didn't move, making him more aggressive. He pointed the gun to Katherine and you gasped, quickly stepping back and in front of her, once more in the line of fire.

"Stop! Okay, stop. I'll do as you say. Just, please don't hurt her." You begged. Begging to him left a bitter taste in your mouth, but there was nothing else you could do.

Irons grinned a nasty grin. Clearly enjoying the power he held over you three. "That's more like it. Back up." He backed you up to the cell where Ben was at. Your back was pressed against the steel bars and you stood right next to Katherine. You blindly reached out for her hands as you watched Irons closely. She grabbed your hand and squeezed so tightly that you felt the bones would shatter at any moment.

She's terrified.

Irons quickly reached forward and grabbed Katherine, wrapping his left arm over her chest and holding a gun at her temple with his right hand. She screamed in fear and you lunged forward to take her back. Ben shouted and banged angrily against the bars. Zombies from the neighboring cells growled and groaned louder from the noises, making the atmosphere feel even more unsettling.

"Ah ah ah. Don't move. I won't hesitate to pull the trigger. You both know this." He said to you and Ben. You paused, before you slowly backed away, a few tears escaped and trailed down your face. Katherine was openly sobbing, eyes pleadingly staring at you for help.

"Please, let her go. Take me if you have to just, please. Don't hurt her." You begged.

You have no control over the situation. And that scared you.

He seemed to consider your offer for a moment, but shook his head. "No, she'll stay with me." He puts the chips into the slots, still holding Katherine at gunpoint, and opens Ben's cell. "Now, why don't you join your friend in that cell? Keep him company until I come back for you two."

You don't move, making him shoot the wall beside you. You jumped and Katherine screamed.

"Just do it, Y/n! Do as he says! For once, don't be a hero! I'll be fine!" Katherine sobbed. You and Ben didn't believe her. Neither did she. She knew this would be the last time she saw you. But she didn't want her best friend or boyfriend to die for her. She didn't want anyone to die for her.

You reluctantly walked into the cell. Ben went to run out and attack Irons, but the cell quickly slammed shut before he could. You leaned against the bars and held onto them with a tight grip, glaring at Irons. If looks could kill, he'd be long gone by now.

"Have fun you two. I'll be back later. Maybe." Iron laughed as he walked away with a sobbing Katherine.

"I love you, Ben! I love you, Y/n! You were the best friend I've ever had. Protect each other!" Katherine yelled. Tears streamed down your face as you watched your best friend be dragged away. You failed her.

"Get back here you son of a bitch!" Ben yelled.

"Katherine! Katherine! Don't you dare give up! You fight! Please fight!" You yelled desperately.

You sighed in defeat as they walked out of sight. You wiped away your tears and looked for a way out. Your bag. You see your bag on the other side of the hall and sit on the ground, reaching as far as you could through the bars to get it. But it was too far away.

You grunt and hit the ground in frustration. You noticed Ben's bag in the corner of the cell and crawled to it.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Ben asked incredulously.

"Looking for something to get us out." You told him as you shuffled through his bag.

"There's nothing. Believe me, I've already looked in the last week I've been here." Ben sighed.

You let out a shout of frustration and threw the bag to the ground. His stuff fell out and he quickly rushed to put it back.

"Hey! Careful. The tape recorder is in there."

"The one from the Annette interview?"

"Yeah. I have it just in case." He said as he sat on the bed.

"I gave the drive to a S.T.A.R.S member. Jill Valentine. I figured she could get further with it than we could." You said as you sat on the bed beside him.

"Probably for the best. We don't have much use for it stuck in here." Ben sighed as he lit a cigarette, offering a box toward you.

You debated for a moment before shaking your head. You're not a smoker. And if you somehow miraculously survived all this, you'll be damned if lung cancer was the thing that took you out.

"Suit yourself." Ben shrugged, taking a drag of his cigarette. "When's the last time you've slept?"

You snorted. "I don't know. What day is it?"

"Might as well get some sleep, Y/n. Not like we can get out of here anytime soon. Here, I'll even sit on the floor for you." He said, moving off the bed to sit on the floor.

"How thoughtful." You deadpanned as you laid on the bed. You looked at your watch and sighed. It was broken. When did that happen?

You looked to the ceiling and hoped, to whatever entity out there, that Katherine will be alright. That all three of you will be okay.

This day wasn't any better.

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frecklystars · 1 year

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You said you're only back temporarily... do you know when you'll be gone again? Will you come back after?

ah i don't really have a plan, i've been doing so incredibly Bad for so long, and i originally didn't want to come back until i was feeling better, but i just. never got better. and then i ran low on food money so now im opening commissions as soon as i can, either this week or next week, and then i was gonna just close this blog once my commission batch was done.

but i dont know if thats something im still going to do, because i didn't expect to get so many messages. i kind of expected that i'd come back, write my pinned post, nobody would read it or send me anything, nobody would have noticed i left at all, and then i'd do like maybe 5 commissions and then i'd shut off the blog again. but i have 89 inbox messages, 52 dms not including the few i managed to answer. everyone has been so kind and supportive and i definitely needed it, i'm very grateful, but i can't respond to everything and i'd feel guilty if i shut down my blog and just left everyone hanging. and even if i did shut down my blog, i'm worried that i'd go back to just, Not Coming Back for almost a year and just sitting alone in my own misery. but at the same time, i don't want people to see me like this, i feel so bad that you're all dealing with me when i'm hurting so much. i'm not myself anymore. i'm trying really hard to look enthusiastic in my responses, use a bunch of emojis like i used to, but it feels like i don't have a right to even talk to my friends anymore. i'm scared everyone is going to treat me the way my ex-friend did, i'm scared everyone is out to betray me. i'm scared that i was treated so horribly because there's something wrong with me and i don't know what to fix about myself to be worthy of kindness again. i'm so broken up. i've been such a mess. i don't know what i'm doing, i'm taking things one day at a time. if i get so overwhelmed that i can't take it anymore then i will probably make a post saying i need to take a few weeks break or something.

it also depends on how i'm going to handle potentially running into triggers. like if i want to look at someone's art blog, and i suddenly see my ex-friend commissioning the artist, and the artist is posting drawings of her S/I with any of the TF characters that she conditioned me to believe would abuse me... it's gonna wreck me, i am inconsolable for days after that. that's the worst thing that i can possibly see bc the images are stuck in my head, and i know she knows i see them, she commissioned all of those Starscream ones back in January just to hurt me, and then i'm paranoid that she's doing that with all of her commissions that she tells artists to make public. the starscream ones won't leave my mind on my worst days, it's like a repetitive Bad Thought that keeps popping into my head and i have to use so much of my energy just to try to push it away. i've done everything i can to block and blacklist everything related to her, but she just, she commissions everyone who's open and she commissions people just about every fucking day. i'm bound to see her. not to mention people's kofi pages and twitter pages, i'm always tensing up when i'm looking to see if someone's shops are open because i KNOW im gonna see her floating around somewhere, acting all nice and sending so much money to so many people. she acts so nice. she acts so kindhearted and all the things she did to manipulate me shocked me so badly, i still can't believe i went through it because she was just. she was so nice!! but she isn't!! but other people don't know that because she sends everyone so! much! money! and she acts! so! nice! and it really hurts that i have to be so on guard about it! i should have the right to look at ppl's artwork and scroll through their blogs without a ton of adrenaline shooting thru my body and giving me that fight or flight response. it sucks. and it hurts when i see someone's art blog and i can't scroll thru it, i'll see a gorgeous starscream painting and i won't look further into their art tag because 99% of the time, i see my ex-friend posted somewhere. and then it feels impossible to heal. if i end up seeing too many things that remind me of her, i'm definitely going to have to leave tumblr for a bit, whether it's password protecting or just simply going on hiatus for a while. but idk if that will even help because i'm triggered so often regardless if i'm online or not. i feel like i can't heal no matter what direction i take because she's Always Here.

i don't know what's gonna happen yet, i wish i could give you a solid answer instead of writing this long ass response, i'm sorry 😓 my hope is that i won't have to leave again at all, i really hope i'm going to improve but,,, man i just have no idea. i've been doing so bad for so long. ptsd is a bitch and it doesn't just go away overnight. and betrayal from someone who claimed to care about you is one of the worst feelings in the world bc there's so much grief that accompanies that, losing someone you were close with while also dealing with the fact that your trust was broken. and then you're stuck thinking "why was i mistreated? i don't get it? was it my fault? did i deserve it?? are other people hoping to betray me too and i don't know it??" and this all happened during a time when i was in the most lonely, suicidal, vulnerable state of mind i had ever been in. i'm incredibly shaken up and i don't know how to get better. so i don't know what i need to do, esp in terms of this blog i really have no idea if i should just leave when i finish the first commission batch or if i should just tough it out. i dont know. im very numb either way.

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itzynabi · 2 years

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ice cream

summary: in which eve gets ice cream with a new friend

set: late august 2017

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mention of food

an: the gif spoils who eve gets ice cream with but oh well. also yuna looks so baby here 🤨??? like wow, if i were eve i too would take credit for raising her. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated!!

eve’s masterlist

Eve was walking through the halls of the JYP building. She had thirty minutes before her next practice and she didn't know what to do. She debated hanging out with Tzuyu, but she knew Tzuyu had her own schedules to complete.

She rounded a corner and saw a young girl sitting at a table, hunched over a book.

“No, no, no!” The girl muttered to herself, reaching for an eraser to wipe out her mistake. She continued writing and erasing, muttering all the while.

Eve looked around, checking if there was anyone near — which there wasn’t — before going over to the girl.

“Hi,” she said, sitting next to her. The girl looked up at her, confusion written on her face.

“Hi?” She replied.

“I’m Nabi,” Eve introduced herself.

“I’m Yuna,” the girl — Yuna — said in response.

“What you doing?” Eve asked, leaning towards Yuna, checking the books laid out in front of her.

“I’m trying to do my maths homework, but it just isn’t making sense,” Yuna complained, throwing herself on the back of her chair with a huff.

Eve nodded in understanding, making a humming noise. “Do you want to get ice cream?”

Yuna looked at her confusedly.

“I have time before my next lesson and you look like you could use a break, so.” Eve shrugged. “You obviously don't have to say yes, but if you want, we can go.”

Yuna continued to look at her, blinking every so often. “Uh, yes. Let me just pack up my things.”

She turned to pick up her bag and packed everything in it, zipping it up and putting it in one of the corners of the room before going back to Eve. “We can go,” she said quietly.

“Great!” Eve linked her arm with Yuna’s and they both walked out the building. Once they got to the convenience store that was a block away from the jyp building, they went inside to pick out their ice creams before sitting on the chairs outside the store.

“Thank you for the ice cream,” Yuna said after half her ice cream was gone.

Eve waved her off. “It’s no problem. You looked like you could use a distraction.”

Yuna nodded and continued eating her ice cream. “How old are you?” She asked hesitantly.

"Ah! I’m eighteen,” Eve answered.

“That means you’re my unnie,” Yuna commented after taking a big bite of her ice cream.

“How old are you?” Eve asked, curious.

“Thirteen.”

Eve's mouth dropped open. She could tell Yuna was young, but she wouldn't have guessed that young. She suddenly had the desire to wrap Yuna in a blanket, put her in her pocket, and take her far, far away from the JYP building.

“Wow,” was all she said. They continued eating their ice cream in silence. Yuna finished her ice cream first, standing and waiting for Eve to finish before throwing away their wrappers.

They soon started walking back to the company building.

“Thank you, again, for buying me ice cream,” Yuna said, holding her arms out in front of her.

Eve shook her head. “You really don’t have to thank me.”

“My parents would probably scold me if I didn’t thank you, so…”

“Fine!” Eve relented, raising her arms in mock surrender. “I have no choice but to accept your gratitude then, Yuna.”

Yuna giggled and put her hands in her pants pockets.

“What made you want to be an idol?” Yuna asked.

“Um, my brother does a lot of performing arts and I got inspired watching him. I’ve also always liked performing with my friends at my dance studio, and I like singing. What about you?”

“I was scouted at a festival.”

“No wonder. You’re very pretty,” Eve complimented her.

Yuna blushed, ducking her head. “Thank you.”

The girls then entered the company building and went back to the seating area they were sitting in earlier. Yuna pulled out her books again and started working, this time with Eve's help — who would ruffle Yuna's hair everytime she got a question right.

“Yah, Kim Nabi," one of the trainers started as she walked past and the girls scrambled to stand up, “don’t forget to do your vocal exercises.”

Eve nodded and bowed. “Of course, Trainer Lee. How could I forget? You even sent my brother an email and now he makes me do them before sleeping every night.”

“I like your brother, Nabi,” Trainer Lee said.

“Of course you do, Trainer L ee," Eve said with a teasing lilt to her voice. Trainer Lee soon left and the girls bowed once again.

Eve turned to face Yuna, and saw the other girl frozen in place with her mouth wide open.

“What?” Eve asked. “Are you shocked by how I spoke to her? Don’t worry, I won’t get in trouble. She’s known me for a while so we speak casually to each o–”

“You're Kim Nabi!” Yuna interrupted her in a high pitched whisper/squeal.

“Yes. What’s your last name?”

“You’re Kim Nabi. Like the Kim Nabi," Yuna continued, completely ignoring Eve.

“I don’t know about the Kim Nabi, but I am a Kim Nabi.”

“You’re the trainee that was in some SHINee and Girls’ Generation music videos, right?”

“Yes, that is me,” Eve replied slowly.

“And you came in first for dance and singing every month for a year, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re the Kim Nabi!” Yuna exclaimed. “Oh my gosh! Kim Nabi bought me ice cream. Oh my gosh. I’m speaking to her casually when she’s older than me. What’s wrong with me?” At this point, Yuna was rambling to herself and didn’t even acknowledge Eve as she pushed Yuna’s shoulders so she would sit.

Eve watched as Yuna continued rambling, and leaned back in her seat.

“Yuna!” Eve interrupted, having grown concerned for the girl’s oxygen intake. “Calm down. I’m truly not a big deal.”

Yuna nodded and sheepishly apologised. “Sorry. I’ve just heard so much about you and I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity.”

Eve shyly chuckled. “Apology accepted. Thank you, but I’m really not that big a deal. And please don’t start acting weird around me. It’s gonna be hard to hang out if you keep freaking out over my identity.”

“You… want to hang out?” Yuna askes, gesturing between the two girls.

“Yeah. You’re fun. And I feel obligated to look after you because of how young you are,” Eve explained and leaned forward to brush Yuna's hair out of her face.

“Oh. Cool. Kim Nabi wants to hang out with me. Cool.”

Eve playfully rolled her eyes and smiled. She looked at the clock hanging on one of the walls. “Well, I’ve got my next class soon. Bye, Yuna.”

She stood up and started walking away.

“Bye unnie!” She heard Yuna shout.

tagging: @mystic-luv @ateezivy @ateezjuliet @cafemilk-tea

©️ kim nabi

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redbootsindoriath · 2 years

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I had no idea when I decided to take this hiatus that I was going to also accidentally take a break from recreational drawing for over a month (aside from commissions and that one Pippin I did on Hobbit Day). I guess I took the whole hiatus idea a little bit too seriously, but at least I’m not burned out anymore like I was this summer, so apparently it worked for getting rid of art block, at least. But the drawback is that, as usual, I came back not being able to draw anything to save my life. Last night I sat down and scribbled a bunch of really stupid stuff trying to get back in the groove, and this means that tomorrow I’ll be posting replies to two asks that I got...weeks ago...and never replied to until now...

But hey also, with all the time I had in September when I wasn’t drawing, I finally got to start watching Star Trek TOS, which I’ve been wanting to see for years. And I’ve been itching to draw fanart for like a month now but then remembered I can’t draw real people so that they look like themselves. So I drew this instead:

He’s standing between them so they don’t fight.

Also to be completely honest, I did actually try to draw Spock because he’s my favorite (to the surprise of no one, I’m sure), but I’m not really satisfied with how it turned out. So I’m putting him under this cut for “ah yes that’s right, the first time I drew a Star Trek character was October 2022, I’m glad I took note of that″ reasons--and also in case I never ever post any Star Trek fanart on this blog again at least the Trekkies will have one drawing--but I don’t really want it to be visible to people who are just scrolling through my blog.

#bones #kirk #spock #million dollar writing on a five cent budget #my trash #/end classification tags #it is so exciting to have a new fandom you guys #i haven't had this since assassin's creed 3 #and dude you guys the characters are so complex #it's amazing #spock is just the hecking coolest #kirk is amazing #bones is less amazing but still cool #i can't believe they only ever made three seasons of this #(and before anyone says ''oh there's a followup series'' i am aware of that #and i'm planning on watching at least some of it #but i've become rather attached to the tos cast #so it wouldn't be quite the same

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chaoskirin · 1 year

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Techbros in my comments trying to tell me that AI doesn’t work exactly how it does work then blocking me before I can read the full comment.

It’s INCREDIBLE the hoops people jump through to justify art theft. Ah well. Another one bites the dust.

ETA: like, i REALLY want to stop talking about this, but I’m also super morbidly curious about how the fuck they think AI-generated images work.

Do they memorize the tech-jargon version of the process and then come after me because I use actual words people can understand? Are they really out here attacking me because I don’t use the words “pre-curation” and GAN? Do I have to refer to CLIP objectives and priors and decoders to make sense?

Because those are new words when it comes to defining things. And most people who want to know how AI works don’t understand those words as they’re written. They mean nothing. What I did was took all the bullshit and made it so the average person can understand it.

Even pro-AI blogs describe the process as “...think of a forest. Cut down all those trees and put them in a woodchipper. Take all the tiny pieces of bark and sawdust and reassemble them within a rough outline of tree (like the world’s hardest jigsaw)...”

I’ve come to understand that techbros think I’m describing the process incorrectly because I’m not using the right words... and that they don’t actually understand how the process works themselves. Because when I press them to tell me how they think it works, they parrot the same technical bullshit without actually breaking down what that means.

Guys. A learning machine cannot create art from nothing. I know you think it’s only 4GB or 10GB or 80GB (no one seems to be able to agree on the size of the program) but it literally takes images, averages them, breaks them into the pieces you want, and reassembles them. That’s it. That’s how it works. There’s no arguing this.

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promtune · 1 year

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BANG

Started watching Inuyashiki, enjoying it a ton. I'm weak to pretty boys...even if those pretty boys would probably just murder me

This blog used to be my thoughts on art and to track progress, so just that boring shit under the cut. Otherwise, I'll finish Inuyashiki post Christmas (hopefully)!

Alright, this is half beating myself up, and highlighting issues that pretty much cripple my art ability.

I'm a procrastinator and a huge overthinker. That goes for things I want to do. I had originally wanted to pair Hiro with another character, but I got so frustrated whilst drawing that I basically gave up halfway through.

This comes down to me refusing to do a warm up sketch. I don't know why, but everytime I go to draw, I think about how I have to spend 20 minutes warming up, and then in the end I just don't draw. It's a terrible process and I know it's stopping me, but it's hard to break the cycle.

Today when I was drawing, the only reason I even got this much done was because I was watching a show whilst doing it.

First I tried to draw my OC, then got frustrated because it (understandably) looked like shit. Then I gave up for about 10 minutes and then the process rinsed and repeated for about an hour before I was actually warmed up and created something I was confident in.

I know this is not even an art thing for me to work on, it is a mental thing. And, by working on the "boring" parts of creativity, I know I'll be happier. Not only with my work, but with my life.

Ah, but now the technical aspect of the art work. I was basically trying something new, since I struggle with visualising squares and boxes. So I just blocked out shapes and then erased them to create what I thought looked beliveable.

To be honest, this worked well. I'm not sure if it was because I'd finished my arm up, or because it's actually an effective method. Since I hate my family, I will test out my hypothesis tomorrow.

Something to seriously work on is my layering. I fucked up the layering so phenomenally, I couldn't really make any drastic changes. I ended up working on one layer like an idiot, and with the strangest brushes imaginable. It is not a process I intend to repeat again.

I wanted to do some cool lighting which I couldn't because

1. my layers were horrible and I couldn't be bothered to do the whole erasing my background ect.

2. i don't paint often, or properly so it turned out quite....bad.

Here are some progress shots that I spammed anyone willing t o listen with.

Well, there are my thoughts on this art work lol. Thanks for reading this if you did, since it's mostly just for my to put my thoughts into words.

To an actually fruitful year, where I create art! Happy holidays otherwise :).

Ps. I wish hiro would "bang" me hah!! So funny, jk (/srs).

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simpsonwelch69 · 2 months

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Blocked Drains 101 Understanding the Problem and Finding the Solution

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Blocked Drains 101 Understanding the Problem and Finding the Solution

Blocked Drains 101: Understanding the Problem and Finding the Solution Perform you find yourself frustrated by the constant clogging and overflowing of the drains? Can be that kitchen sink or bath tub drain becoming a main inconvenience inside your daily life? Well, fret not! In this comprehensive guide, we will need you through the intricacies of obstructed drains, helping you understand the issue at its core and find the answer that best fits your needs.? Picture this: you've simply finished a long, hard day at work.? All you need to do right now is definitely relax and enjoy a nice, warm shower.? But mainly because soon mainly because you change on the water, you see it's not draining properly.? The water starts to build up, rising higher and higher.? You frantically try to find a quick fix, but nothing seems to work.? Ah, the stress! So, what exactly causes blocked drains? Well, it could end up being a multitude of factors.? One common culprit is a buildup of hair and soap scum in your bathroom drains.? Over period, these substances may accumulate and type a persistent clog that refuses to budge.? Likewise, in the kitchen, meals particles and grease can quickly clog up your sink, causing water to back again up and leave a nasty mess.? Now that we understand what causes obstructed drains, the burning up question is normally: how may we fix them? Thankfully, there are several tried-and-true strategies to deal with this pesky issue.? One choice is to make use of a plunger, which can create a strong suction to dislodge any blockages.? For even more persistent clogs, a drain snake or auger can be employed to break them up and apparent the way.? Alternatively, chemical substance drain cleaners can end up being effective in dissolving the particles, but exercise extreme caution and follow the instructions carefully.? But wait, what if you've tried all these methods and nothing seems to work? Dread not, for you are not really alone.? Sometimes, more significant blockages require professional help.? Enter boiler replacement , armed with their state-of-the-art tools and experience.? They can perform a thorough inspection of your drains, using technology like CCTV video cameras to recognize the exact location and nature of the blockage.? With their specific skills, they can then continue to remove the obstruction, bringing alleviation to your stressed drains.? Today that we've covered the essentials, it's period to delve into some preventive steps.? After all, an ounce of avoidance is worthy of a pound of cure! To avoid future blockage woes, consider setting up drain displays or strainers to capture any particles before it can trigger trouble.? Regularly flushing your drains with sizzling hot water can also help keep them running efficiently.? And if you see any signals of a sluggish drainage, address the concern instantly before it escalates into a full-blown blockage.? We've come to the end of our trip through the globe of clogged drains.? As you may see, this is a problem that many encounter, but it's not really one without solutions.? Whether you choose the DIY path or look for professional assistance, remember to deal with the issue head-on and nip it in the bud.? With a little knowledge and a proactive mindset, those clogged drains will soon become a thing of the past.? So, roll up your sleeves, put on your problem-solving cap, and bid your drain woes farewell!

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Blocked Drains 101 Understanding the Problem and Finding the Solution

Clogged Drains 101: Understanding the Problem and Finding the Solution Do you find yourself frustrated by the constant clogging and overflowing of your drains Is definitely that sink or bathtub drain learning to be a main inconvenience within your lifestyle Well, fret not! In this extensive guide, we will need you through the ins and outs of blocked drains, helping you understand the issue at its core and find the perfect solution is that best suits your preferences. Picture this: you've simply finished a lengthy, hard time at function. All you wish to do now is relax and appreciate a nice, scorching shower. But as soon simply because you switch on the drinking water, you see it's not really draining correctly. The drinking water begins to build up, increasing higher and higher. You frantically try to find a quick repair, but nothing seems to work. Ah, the frustration! So, what precisely causes obstructed drains Well, it could become a multitude of factors. One common culprit is a buildup of locks and cleaning soap scum in your bathroom drains. Over period, these substances can accumulate and type a persistent clog that refuses to budge. Likewise, in the kitchen, food particles and grease can quickly clog up your sink, causing water to back up and leave a nasty clutter. Right now that we understand what causes clogged drains, the burning up question is usually: how can we fix them Thankfully, there are many tried-and-true strategies to deal with this pesky issue. One choice is to make use of a plunger, which can create a strong suction to dislodge any blockages. For more persistent clogs, a drain snake or auger may be employed to break them up and very clear the method. Alternatively, chemical substance drain cleaners can be effective in dissolving the debris, but exercise caution and follow the guidelines cautiously. But wait, what if you've attempted all these methods and nothing appears to work Dread not, for you are not alone. Sometimes, more critical blockages require professional help. Enter the heroic plumbers, armed with their state-of-the-art equipment and experience. They may perform a thorough inspection of your drains, using technology like CCTV camcorders to identify the exact location and character of the blockage. With their specialized skills, they can easily then move forward to remove the blockage, bringing alleviation to your stressed drains. Right now that we've protected the basics, it's time to delve into some preventive procedures. After all, an ounce of prevention is worthy of a pound of get rid of! Emergency boiler repairs To avoid future blockage woes, consider setting up drain screens or strainers to catch any debris before it can cause trouble. Regularly flushing your drains with scorching water can also help keep them running efficiently. And if you notice any symptoms of a sluggish drainage, address the issue instantly before it escalates into a full-blown blockage. We've come to the end of our trip through the globe of blocked drains. As you may see, this is definitely a problem that many encounter, but it's not really one without solutions. Whether you choose the DIY route or look for professional assistance, remember to tackle the concern head-on and nip it in the bud. With a small understanding and a proactive mindset, those clogged drains will quickly become a thing of the past. So, move up your sleeves, put on your problem-solving cap, and bid your drain woes farewell!

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WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 20: “People don’t change people, time does.” Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

I originally had a whole other idea planned. In fact, I had it planned from almost day 1 of Whumptober... and then I didn't want to write it because it was for a fandom I'm not into at the moment and forcing myself to write it was too much. Combine that with semi-writer's block and you get me, panicking at 10PM I don't have an idea yet again.

This is very short as a result because, as I said, I really didn't want to write today, but I also didn't want to break such a long streak, especially on a round day count, so I bruteforced myself lol

This is, I suppose, the sweet version of "Répondez, s'il-vous-plaît" from like last week, except you also get Just Hidalgo! As a free add-on to your fancy vague-ass post-canon setting package.

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Mundane Sanctuary

Summary: It's a calm afternoon in a flat with four friends - nothing more, nothing less.

Fandom: Some post-canon Captain Tsubasa shlock, you know how it is around here

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here.

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Being sick sucks ass, it’s always sucked ass, and it’ll never stop sucking ass. That’s a rule accepted by pretty much everyone, isn’t it? Whomever doesn’t get grumpy whenever it happens can try and justify their opinion, and he’ll try respecting it – it doesn’t mean it’s right.

Despite this, one of his friends has been adamant on that whole shebang not sucking ass, and honestly, JB can’t wrap his head around it.

Yet when he looks at his friend, trying to see if finally anger crosses his face, all he gets greeted with is a polite smile and slow, hoarse words.

“It’s really no big deal,” Yuzo tells him again, so it’s back to square one again.

“It should be, though, right? You can complain, you know!” JB turns his attention to the two other persons in the room. “Right, guys? I can’t be the only one to think that being sick sucks!”

“Maybe some people like whining about it less than you do, JB!” Max strikes back with a chuckle.

“That’s a little mean-spirited to say, Maxine,” Just adds.

“It’s just part of life,” Yuzo finishes as he balls up inside the blankets.

A shiver almost visibly courses through him as he does.

“You’re cold?” JB asks, all thought process about the righteous art of complaining about achy joints and stuffed noses ceasing on the spot.

“Y-yeah,” his friend stutters.

“I’m gonna fetch you another blanket then.”

He’s up as soon as he can even finish the sentence, barely seeing Max in the corner of his eyes picking up a thermometer before he’s into his bedroom and going through whatever may be in his closet. He almost never opens that thing for anything but his civilian clothes, and now, it’s biting him back in the ass: he needs to find a blanket that’s warm and sheets to put it inside on top of it.

He does manage to find it, however, and actually still in its original plastic bag – it may be unused, but it doesn’t have to be a bad thing, and at least it means it’s clean for Yuzo. That’s a very good thing if you ask him.

When he comes back, Max has her hand on Yuzo’s forehead and a frowny look on her own face.

“I’m back with a second blanket,” JB announces anyway.

“Ah, good!” She replies without looking at him.

“Is something wrong?”

“I think I’m a little warmer than before,” Yuzo chuckles, and even now, the congestion in his voice is so obvious it’s itchy to hear. “Not by much, though…”

“It’s still a rise in temperature and I don’t like that.”

JB gives his friends the second blanket, which Max proceeds to install on top of the first, mindful of the width of his trusty couch.

“I think Yuzo would know better than you if he felt off.”

She deadpans back at him.

“You’re both absolute catastrophes at admitting you don’t feel well. Remind me how we ended up in this situation, boys?”

“Ha…”

Yuzo coughs into his elbow in lieu of an answer.

“That’s what I thought,” she adds.

JB watches Maxine go back to her seat on the armchair right next to the couch – she’s the nearest to Yuzo for obvious reasons and neither JB nor Just was dumb enough to rob them of the proximity. God knows that can’t be that easy for them, with how tense in-laws can be. In a way, maybe they’re both their friends’ sanctuary (that sounds oddly deep for no real reason).

Silence ensues for a bit. It’s weird but far from uncomfortable. It feels right, in a way JB can’t quite put into words (not that he’s ever been very eloquent) – and there he is again with the thought of this being a sort of sanctuary. It doesn’t have to be an artsy-fartsy thing, after all, so why shy away from the idea?

“I’m going to brew us some tea,” Just says as he gets up from his seat, breaking the quiet. “Does anyone have specific requests?”

“I want honey in mine please!” Max immediately replies.

“Same here!”

“So honey for the four of us. I’ll see you in around ten minutes.”

He disappears from the living room and into the kitchen.

Before silence can settle once more, Max breaks it, smiling as she looks around.

“How many times have I been here… I lost count a while back.”

“Same, damn. I think at some point you were over here every single day.”

“It was handier for me to come here after class, rather than my parents’ place.”

Yuzo is silently following along, his eyes sliding from him to her and back to him while, like them, he sips on his tea.

“You still have your room back there, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do,” she laughs.

“Maxine has a room for her here?”

“Yeah, I do. Haven’t slept there for a hot minute, but it’s filled with all sorts of me things, I’m sure.”

“Can confirm, I haven’t moved a damn thing in there!”

“Does Just have one too?”

“He does, yeah, but you can’t really tell, he’s not been here as often as Max has. It almost looks more like any guest room than a friend’s, but oh well…” He shrugs. “It is what it is.”

Just’s back with tea soon enough, all neatly placed on a tray – there truly is nothing this guy can’t do without being at least a little artistic about it. He gives everyone a steaming cup, reminds them to mind the heat of the water before they start drinking, then leaves the tray on the coffee table near the couch.

“You know, this feels like having a family,” Yuzo states out of the blue.

The three others stare at each other for a brief silence.

“What makes you bring that up now?” Max asks

“I don’t know, it’s… Just a thought I had.”

“This is very humbling to hear,” Just replies, his face the softest JB has seen in quite a while.

“It’s difficult to explain,” Yuzo continues. “I’ve never had a very close relationship to my family, but when we’re together, I… think I know how people feel like when they talk about their own relatives. It’s warm.”

“That sounds about right.”

Both Max and Just agree in silence; meanwhile, JB decides sicknesses suck, but they don’t have to be that bad.

#whumptober 2023 #no.20 #blankets #found family #captain tsubasa #fic #this fic is a bit of a nothing burger but oh welel

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