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queerponcho · 3 months

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Transfixed | part 2

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moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: Thank you, for all the lovely interactions I got with my first chapter! I'm glad you like it as much as I do and I hope this 2nd chapter meets your expectations<;33

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: You haven't seen Jake for a while and are sure you won't ever meet him again. In fact you've convinced yourself to be unbothered by that theory and are planning to live with it. In typical Jake fashion, those plans are to be disrupted with a surprise visit to his new, favourite part of town...

2,700 words

Two weeks later

You continue working on your latest hyperfixated studies in the library and try your best to forget about him. You knew it was probable that you weren't going to see him again. So you quickly went back to drawing the library kitten, when you weren't working at the shelter or studying. You tried your best to stick to the cat and really focus on her cute paws and the green spots in her honey coloured eyes…but even those somehow remind you of him. This of course brings back the feeling of you pressed between the bookshelf and his front. His thumb on your chin and his crooked nose so close to brushing yours…how in the hell were you supposed to forget? Him and his advances rivalled many good romances you had read about. The library was starting to feel stuffy so you decided to take a break from sketching and to go get a coffee in the cute place next door.

Giving the kitty one last treat before stepping out the door, you turn around to wave the cat goodbye ‘byeee barry! See you again soo-’ you stumble backwards over the sidewalk landing on someone. You’re about to apologise when-

‘we really gotta stop meetin’ like this, nena’ Like in any bad romance you meet him again by literally falling into Jake's lap. You look over your shoulder and see him smirking while resting his chin on your shoulder, making his face be much closer than you had expected. You scramble to your feet and dust off your sweater. Leaving him sitting on the floor. ‘Not even gonna help me up?? ay…que mala’ he tutted. He stands up swiftly, looking very pleased with himself.

‘Hello to you too Jake, i-if you could excuse me I really need to go get my coffee’ you say while you push past him, walking two steps but stopping when he stands in your way looking almost panicked.

‘W-wait wait darling, let me buy you a coffee…please?’

You almost make a comment about the very british nickname but are taken aback by his uncharacteristic pleading eyes. It seemed very unlike him but you weren't about to refuse the pretty man you’ve been pining over. ‘Alright- Sure Jake, let's get coffee’ you say smiling but feeling like something's off. You walk slightly ahead, leading him to the nearby cafe. You can see Jake in your peripheral vision, he looked really nervous, seemed to be twitching weirdly and muttering some intelligible things. Maybe he was just in his head about something...you didnt wanna pay it any mind. You entered the „Moonbean “ café. It was this cute and cosy place with lots of natural light and many plants. After you get your ice coffee and Jake (to your surprise) buys himself a black tea with oat milk and honey, you sit down at a corner booth.

‘Ssso, ahem Jake. Is there anything you wanted to tell me or..?’ you ask, trying to make this situation seem like a normal sircumstance. ‘um yes! Or well no…it's kinda hard to explain but I need to know how you know…well- me..?’ he says while glancing into your eyes intently. ‘...okay, Jake I don't follow..’ you laugh awkwardly. ‘Okay so here's the deal' he rubs his hand over his face distressedly, 'I have DID, also known as dissociative identity disorder a-and we are two people in this system. Marc and Steven- well me! Steven' he takes a deep breath and keeps going. 'So, I wanted to have a coffee with you because we have been feeling like there might be a third consciousness, sharing our body that we don't know about...’ Steven says just a smidge too fast ‘...okay…Steven…what makes you think I have got any information on this third consciousness?’ you ask genuinely curious. You have read about DID but you have never actually talked to anybody that lived with it.

‘Well…you did call me Jake about five times which leads me to think that erm- you might know a thing or two about him.’ just now you noticed how his entire presence was completely different from Jakes. Jake led with his chest and had a confident smirk practically glued on his face. Steven on the other hand looked tired and like he wanted to hide from any discomfort around him. His shoulders were rounded and his eyes looked like those of a lost puppy in need of a hug, which you were very inclined to give him. Unfortunately for you, his lack of confidence did not make him any less attractive. Which meant you still couldn't tear your eyes away from his features and had to work hard on not embarrassing yourself like last time. Remembering you had to answer him you perked up ‘right, well- I only know him in passing. How come you knew he was at the library?’ you say trying to redirect his attention away from your potentially…strange connection to Jake, don’t really wanna out yourself as a stalker…‘Funny story actually- erm I found this wood-panel in my floor that had a burner phone, gloves, a flat-cap and a small notebook with a folded piece of paper hidden inside. These items confirmed mine and Marc's belief that there might be a third. What surprised us more tho, is what we saw when we unfolded the paper…let me..’ he clears his throat and reaches into his satchel, he hands you the paper but looks to the side, avoiding eye-contact. You unfold it…and immediately want to die. ’oh fuck me- so um- w-what made you think it had anything todo with the- um, library?’ You try to keep your composure but it's very hard when the drawing was of course the sketch he’d taken from your collection two weeks ago. Naturally, he’d gotten his hands on one of the more "racey" drawings you’d drawn of him, you weren't entirely surprised that stalking a handsome stranger could ever come back to haunt you.

‘So the paper has a footnote printed on it with an address…see? Right here a-above my- well Jakes bound wrists- ahem well yes so then w-we came here and bumped into you…’ his sentence died out and he shyly looked away while blushing. Steven was an adorable man, you were finding it hard to really focus on this serious conversation when all you could think about was how his hair was so unruly this time and his curls were bouncing above his eyebrows, making him look even prettier. How he wears his clothes two sizes too big, hiding his broad shoulders beneath 4 different layers of fabric. You snap out of it ‘so um- any idea who drew it?’ you ask while feeling a warm sensation crawl up your back and your heart-beat increasing ever so slightly. ‘Well- since it’s more…intimate in nature we assume he is perhaps seeing someone..?’ Inhaling sharply you try to stay calm. You really didn't want to tell them that you, a stranger, drew this but seeing Steven so exhausted and distressed convinced you to do the right thing. ‘ um- so..ahhh well…I drew that…’ You closed your eyes and squinted, opening one eye to see Stevens reaction. He was frozen, you swallow strenuously ‘um- Steven..? Everything okay…?’ you ask reluctantly.

He stares into your eyes and is blushing intensely, looking like a red traffic-light. He's so cute. ‘Yes! I am fine- sorry love, I-I just did not exp-’

‘not expect that a total stranger would draw a lewd picture of you? Well, yes I definitely understand that notion’ you laugh. Funnily enough, Steven's nervousness was helping you calm down a bit and not feel as awkward. But something tells you that having this conversation with Jake would've absolutely killed you. ‘Yeah, I also did not expect to immediately run into the artist behind our one and only clue about…Jake, is his name?’

‘Y-yes his name is Jake..’ even just saying his name made you feel flustered. Steven noticed your change of demeanour and found it pretty interesting, choosing to interrogate a bit further. ‘Darling- you were saying you know Jake in passing. Would you mind telling us more about the times you saw him? ’

Were all of this man's personalities into giving you heart-melting nicknames? Maybe someday you’d get to meet Marc well enough to find out… you can’t stop your mind from conjuring up a rom-com-like sequence with them…baking together and going grocery shopping, getting caught making out in your paradise library and going home to keep climbing him like- a hand waving in front of your face interrupts your intriguing daydream. 'Are you okay, love? I know this is a lot to process- if you need a break just tell me, yeah?’

‘oh! Yes! I mean no- I am fine. Sure Steven, I'll tell you about Jake.’ You sit up in your chair and begin to tell him about seeing Jake for the first time. He puts his elbows on the table leaning in, not wanting to miss a single detail of your story.

‘-so yeah then he walked out with this thick leather bound book. It had some Moons carved onto it's cover, that's all I can remember. Then I didn't see him for about a month, until he came back last week to return the book.’ You notice Steven's eyes light up at your mention of the moon-details.

‘he didn't buy the book?’

‘he couldn't, the book is a unique scripture and can only be loaned for a maximum of 30 days.’

‘okay…but something still confuses me. When did you meet him, if he only came back to return the book- and how did he even get the drawing you made of him?’ God, you really didnt wanna talk about this. Maybe you could find a way around actually telling him about what happened, to avoid the embarrassment. ‘Well- he came in and gave back the book. Then he went to look around …and we accidentally bumped into each other. I dropped all my things and he picked up the drawing and kept it without me knowing. We introduced ourselves to each other aand…that's it! Then he left!’

‘huh…are you sure that's all that happened?’ He says, his eyes turning darker. you were starting to sweat. You never were a very good liar, especially if attractive people were the ones asking the questions. ‘Mhm! Yeah. That's all’ you haven’t been looking him in the eyes. Jake might have intense and hooded eyes but Steven had impossibly earnest and rounded eyes. You could never lie while looking into such an adorable face. only you hadn’t noticed that the man before you wasn't Steven anymore- ‘hola hermosa. You miss me?’ your head whips back towards him at the familiar nickname. In the short amount of time he had somehow, slid over to your side of the booth. ‘Chiquita…why don't you wanna tell him the truth, ah? You scared he might leave when you tell him about your...stalkerish tendencies? Steven is a smart man, he won't leave such a gorgeous woman behind...’ he winks at you moving closer so your thighs touch.

‘Jake- what is going on. Why aren't you talking to Steven? He’s saying he doesn't know anything about you- fuck me this is all too much’ You say exasperated. You jolt up feeling his breath on your neck. ‘mmh querida i’d love too but I think this cafe might not be the best place for such…improper activities…’ by now he's long moved into your personal space and started caressing you right above your knee, still breathig over your neck. ‘Jake- i-i am being serious I-’ His hand moves up your thigh gingerly and he starts grazing his nose over the spot under your ear. You’ve already forgotten what you were even talking about and why you were even in this coffee-shop to begin with. Your eyes were fluttering and you were breathing deeply trying to stay calm, feeling his hot breath fan over your neck. Once again, trapped between his chest and wooden furniture. He smelled so good, like dark coffee and vanilla, mirroring the bitter sweet smell of Stevens black tea perfectly. If you could buy his smell as a laundry detergent you would douse your linens in it. He circles his arm around your back and waist and lets it rest on your hip. You expose your neck further to him, inviting him in to keep going. You hear him chuckle and wait for him to start kissing your neck. Just as his lips are about to touch you, you feel his hand twitch on your hip, causing your eyes to snap open. You were surprised to see a pair of round and frantic eyes staring right back at yours.

‘Oh Jesus christ! I am SO sorry, love. I don't know what came over me! P-please I promise. I really can’t contro-’ you cut in before he could continue his panicked rambling.

‘Steven, it's okay! Don't worry, I-I understand this isn't really something you can control. No need to panic.’ you give him a warm smile which he returns with a blush. Putting your hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him with your gentle touch. His rather dreamy expression gets interrupted by a tense and pensive one. He shakes his head, seemingly shaking off his serious expression. You let go of his shoulder, placing your hand back in your lap.

‘so- just- just based on observations I-I just feel like you might be closer to Jake than you first led us to believe…?’ It wasn't as much a question as it was a statement. You really needed to come clean, even though this would most probably leave you a blubbering, flustered mess.

‘Alright, yes. But it’s not what you think- we never actually did anything intimate…we-we just came a bit close to it like twice or something…’

‘close to what exactly? Darling, i-i don't mean to be rude but we are still talking about things that happened with my body here, so I’d really like to know what happened...?’ You understand why he is getting frustrated but this was really hard to tell someone. Especially because this someone looked exactly like the person who you were just pressed against mere moments ago-

he interrupted your train of thought by calling out your name ‘sweetheart- please. I'm begging you to just tell me what happened’ he takes your hands in his making your arms tingle ‘yes! sorry Steven- this is just a lot to process. Okay i’ll tell you…’ You finally told him about the second “meet-cute”, when you dropped your things because you bumped into Jake after being too focused on his features and had lost sight of him. How he got closer and closer to you and you were trapped between him and the bookshelf. How you, just as before, brushed noses and almost kissed before being forced out of your bubble. After relaying the past events between you and Jake, you looked up from your twiddling fingers and were greeted by a glowing red Steven. He was tugging on the loose skin around his fingernails and had his hands barely peeking out of his too-long sweater, looking right past you. He had a sheen covering his face and couldn’t stop fidgeting.

‘Steven i am really sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, if I’d known…I just- I- I don’t think you understand-’

Now he refocused his gaze on your eyes and looked even more stunned than before. ‘Sorry to be so forward but- ugh just look at you! How the hell was I not supposed to study you?! You are every artist's dream, with those angular facial features and the inky black curls adorning your head I just can't believe you are this unaware of the effect you have on a room. I know I sound like an absolute cree-’ before you can keep going he cuts you off ‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’

You stopped talking, mouth open without a sound coming out of it. Did he just ask you out?

‘I- if you don’t want too I unde-‘

‘NOno! I mean YES- yes I’d love to go on a date with you, Steven…’ you bit your lip, trying to contain your grin and saw that Steven was doing the same.

You gave him your number and left him alone in the coffee shop. After turning around to wave goodbye one last time you cross the street and walk home. ‘Oh my god’ you giggle to yourself and make your way home.

a/n: I am so happy you guys liked the first chapter of this fic and hope you like this one aswell!! more chapters are comin' with more tension and plot-twists aaand maybe even a certain marc...

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lueurjun · 8 months

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━━━━ cupid’s pond. c.soobin

soobin x reader! — when you least expect it, love can find its way into your life; like a bolt of lightning, cupid's arrows can strike at any moment in the most unpredictable places.

deep into the forest where most dare to stay away, sits a pond which sparkles beneath the kind eye of the sun. lily pads dot around the water, bobbing gently with the quiet waves and the patch of grass dances smoothly with the breeze. a sweet symphony of birdsong fills the air, quieting it into an endless serenity.

not too far from the pond stands a majestic tree, its wisdom evident in the decades it has weathered. recently, it was blessed with the sight of something new—a budding love between two strangers who find solace in its quiet seclusion.

it was a chance encounter when you stumbled upon the pond a few months ago — more precisely, six months. a sunny lunchtime called for an escape into the depths of the forest — nothing to accompany you but the music streaming from your headphones that lulled you into a state of peaceful contentment. you had no idea how far away from civilization you had traveled until the stillness was broken by this tranquil body of water. and with no sounds of traffic or people in sight, it was the perfect spot to unwind.

the pond became your haven, a peaceful refuge from the worries of the world and an escape to a faraway land only the pages of a book could bring. you’d find solace in this quiet spot, burying your nose in literature and allowing yourself to be transported away from reality.

you had only stumbled upon the hidden oasis a week prior, but already it had become like a second home to you. here, you stumbled across soobin deep in thought beneath an ancient tree. a sketch pad was balanced on his lap and a kaleidoscope of coloured pencils lay scattered around him. he hadn't noticed your presence until you inadvertently let out a surprised shriek - it had been your secret hideaway, and you were surprised to know he'd found it too.

he hastily moved to apologize for intruding, explaining that he had been visiting this spot for months and was unaware that someone else knew about it. you assured him it was alright, gesturing for him to remain there since he had arrived before you. after a brief introduction, a peaceful albeit awkward silence fell between you two as you went about your business, occasionally engaging in pleasant small talk.

the two of you crossed paths more often after that, getting into a routine of sitting in each others presence beside the pond. soobin’s jovial jokes brought warmth to your heart and your snacks eventually doubled until it felt like a picnic just for the two of you. you found yourself eagerly anticipating these meetings, savoring the private moments that felt like a little slice of paradise.

six months later, a blossoming friendship was accompanied by two flourishing crushes.

it had been a crisp sunny day when cupid sprinkled his magic.

as usual, you arrived after soobin, but his face was not lit up with its familiar brightness. earphones plugged into his ears, the pencil in his fingers moved with vigorous strokes rather than his usual feather-light touch. the frown on his lips subdued his delicate features, and the shadows in his eyes seemed darker than ever before.

reaching down, you tenderly extracted one of his earbuds, successfully garnering his focus. His head jerked up abruptly and for a moment his expression was guarded, but then his whole demeanor softened as soon as your eyes met. instead of the usual practice of taking a seat opposite him, this time you plopped yourself down beside him. he couldn't help but allow a small smile to grace his lips.

you poked his dimple. “you look stressed, is everything okay?”

a breathy chuckle drifted into the wind at your action, sending the butterflies in your stomach absolutely feral.

“i had an argument with my friend, yeonjun. it’s left me feeling tense, sorry for not greeting you. i was lost in my thoughts,” he explained, his gaze conveying a sincere apology.

his voice was filled with warmth and sincerity, a soothing balm for even the most festering of wounds. he was always so compassionate; it was impossible to imagine him angry with someone. you couldn't even fathom the thought of him ever becoming raising his voice. he had told you all about yeonjun before, and the stories between them sounded like two inseparable partners in crime, making it easy to understand just how much this argument had impacted him.

there was a brief curiosity, perhaps your inner gossip, that prodded at you to ask what the argument was about—after all, we’re only human and curiosity is natural, but you knew better. it was soobin’s issue and if he wanted to tell you, then he would on his own accord.

“im sorry, is there anything i can do to help?”

he shook his head, declining with a simple but resolute no. while he was grateful for your kind offer, he wasn't sure anything could really help his somber mood. he shifted slightly and offered up the other bud of his earphones. "would you like to listen to some music with me?"

soobin’s playlist surprises you with its stark contrast to his persona, given the large presence of bebe rexha. It's almost amusing, yet it also stirs some strange sort of fondness within you. it makes you realize how little you know about him and just how much there is left to discover. you find yourself more intrigued by him than ever before and wanting to learn every single detail about who he is as a person.

the music cascades into your ears as you settle, and the once forceful strokes of his pencil become gentle as his previously annoyed countenance relaxes. you have never been so close to him before, yet there's something about it that attracts you; it's soothing. a sense of ease pervades your being.

so at ease that you naturally nestled your head into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his firm biceps. soobin paused for a moment and just as you were about to pull away, embarrassed that you had gone too far, he gently set his head upon yours and you were certain you could feel the warmth of his smile. a contented calm washed over both of you as the two of embrace in a blissful moment, completely lost in each other's company.

it’s uncharted territory, but the way he draws a cluster of hearts at the very top of the page reveals that there may be more to discover in this newfound intimacy. a warmth and excitement builds inside you at the thought of venturing into something unknown, yet full of potential.

who would have imagined that the secluded pond, nestled away in a forgotten corner of the forest, would be the very spot where cupid’s magic was set loose?

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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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Stuck storming

Pairings: Weems x R (Platonic)

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: You and Weems get stuck in Burlington. Luckily Weems has somewhere for you to stay. However unluckily you get sick.

TW: flooding, sickness (like flu symptoms), prescription meds, anxiety, medicine

A/n there will be a part 2 to this but the whole thing was too long (in my opinion) to post as just one chapter/post. And I felt I needed it to be long to get in all the good stuff.

The rain smashed against the windshield and the wind blew relentlessly. You and the headmistress had been on your way back from Burlington when you got the storm warning. Principal Weems had been hoping to make it back to nevermore before the roads flooded. All the two of you had was her laptop, your sketchbook, a pencil-case, her work planner, both of your wallets with various amounts of cash and credit cards, your uniform and the clothes on your back. If you got stuck there really wasn’t too much to do until you made it back. You had left your phone in your dorm, but you were pretty sure that principal Weems had hers in the pocket of her white blazer. Luckily you had the foresight to bring a single change of mildly comfy clothes for the drive back, not eager to sit in the car for hours in your stiff uniform.

You felt bad, it was partly your fault the two of you were in this situation. It had begun when your art teacher had posed the idea to Larissa during a staff meeting to enter the best of the art classes works into the annual competition at Burlington. When she had received a call back a few weeks later she was pleasantly surprised to hear you had won. She had yet to see the artworks as she had simply given the teacher permission before she was wrapped up in work again.

As a part of the prize, the winner had their work exhibited at the art museum and the company hosted an event of their donors, other artists and art critics. It was a good way for the school to show face and even potentially scope for new donors. When Larissa had seen your artwork, a large painting of nevermore, she loved it. It was done in acrylic paints set at sunrise with the colours bouncing off the stone walls. She offered you money for it to hang in the school, but you declined saying she could have it for free as it was too large to take home with you after the school year.

Larissa had chatted idly with the other high-end members of society, and you showed face and awkwardly thanked people when they complimented your art. You honestly had no idea why you had agreed to enter, praise was not something you were very good with receiving. Larissa seemed to notice and often helped change the topic for you.

After around a stuff half hour of pleasantries and fake smiles you took your sketchbook and hid out further in the gallery to sketch. After a while Larissa came and sat with you before the event ended and you said your goodbyes. You changed in the gallery bathrooms and put your folded uniform in your backpack around your sketchbook to protect it from the rain that was starting outside. The backpack wasn’t waterproof.

However now it seemed you weren’t going to be making it back today or maybe even tomorrow. You had had a lucky run so far but coming across one of the creeks it had risen above the bridge. Effectively flooding and meaning you would have to stay in Burlington for the night. Larissa sighed.

“Sorry darling. Looks like we’re staying for the night.” She said apologetically.

“It's alright you didn’t cause the rain.” You smiled.

“I guess you're right.” She said and put the car into gear.

After the drive back you pulled into a parking lot in front of a what seemed to be an apartment complex.

“Um is this a hotel?” You asked, confused. Larissa laughed softly.

“No darling. This is my apartment.” You looked at her surprised. “I often have conferences in Burlington and so do other teachers, a few years ago we raised funds to buy and apartment so teachers could save costs and opt for something other than a stiff hotel mattress for however many nights they would be staying.”

“Cool.” You said.

“I’ll go find a park you go into the warm.” She said pulling up by the front door. You nodded and got out. Larissa went to park, and you found the door locked. With no other option you clutched your bag to your chest and stood in the rain waiting. After a few minutes Larissa came hurrying over.

“Darling? What are you doing outside still?” She asked concerned.

“L-locked” you stuttered and she mentally facepalmed, it was after five of course it was locked. She quickly put in the code and ushered you inside. You were freezing your teeth chattering and you began to worry you were going to get sick from the rain and the cold.

“Come, we need to warm you up.” The principal said and pulled you into an elevator. She pressed a button and pulled you into her side with an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to keep you warm. She ran her hand up and down the sleeve of your soaked hoodie to try and get some warmth from the friction.

After what felt like ages, the lift stopped, and Larissa put in another code. Explaining that each floor was an apartment so each level had its own code so only those who lived there could get in. After a minute a small light above the keypad went green and the door shuddered open. You stepped out after Larissa, and she turned on the light. The place was clean and very modern. White walls and grey stone bench tops. There was a kitchen with a fridge, oven and microwave which was in an open plan living room. There were ceiling to floor windows in the living room which looked out on the city below. There was a dining table and couch and a tv. Down the corridor you assumed were bedrooms, bathrooms and maybe a laundry room.

“Go hope in the shower love. First bedroom on the right. It had an ensuite. I’ll leave you some of the spare clothes i keep here on the bed for when your done and we can put those in the dryer after.” She said setting her bag down on the table. You nodded and scurried off. You left your bag just inside the bedroom door. You checked your sketchbook was ok and thanked god that you had the foresight to wrap it in your uniform, which had kept it dry.

You stripped of the soaking wet clothes which were heavy with water and stepped into the steaming shower. You shivered at the contact the warm water made with your skin. It felt amazing. Using the soap which smelt suspiciously like your principal, you also washed your hair. After a thorough shower you stepped out and towel dried your hair. Carefully opening the door wrapped only in a towel you peaked out. Just as promised, principal Weems had left you a shirt which was too big on you and fell to your mid thighs but was comfy and soft. She had also left a pair of tracksuit pants with a drawstring that you couldn’t imagine her wearing no matter how hard you tried. You put the clothes on and looked n the mirror. A bit baggy on you but you rolled up the cuffs of the pants and it was fine. You were mildly surprised to see the t-shirt was an old band t-shirt which looked like it was from the 80s based on the words on the back. “Rolling stones world tour 1987” was printed in big letters and you giggled imagining your hard-working principal dancing around in a crowd at what would have probably been a rave.

After warming yourself up, you groaned as you realised the pressure in your head wasn’t from the heat but another reason. The beginnings of a headache budded behind your eyes, and you pressed the heel of your palm to them in an attempt to stop it. You sniffled and the pressure in your sinuses grew.

“Dammit” you cursed. How were you supposed to survive in close quarters with your principal when sick? Normally you isolated yourself and looked after your own body until you were better. But you doubted you would be able to do that or hide the sickness from Larissa.

Heaving a sigh, you opened the bedroom door and wandered back into the living room. The principal was sat with a mug of hot chocolate and there was a second one on the coffee table. She was scrolling through Netflix, and you plopped down beside her. She raised a brow but didn’t comment, opting for another sip of the chocolate drink. She gestured towards the mug, and you thanked her and cradled the warm drink in your hands. Taking careful sip incase it was hot, the blissful taste of liquid chocolate smoother than silk and rich as honey flooded your mouth. You let out a small noise of content and Larissa laughed making you blush slightly.

“It's my own special stash. I keep it for after stressful conferences. I get it imported from Switzerland.” She said and you looked at her wide eyed.

“The Swedes?” You asked and she laughed again and nodded. “Well, they certainly make good chocolate. And I’m happy I get to have it again. Thank you principal weems.” You said and she smiled softly at you.

“No problem darling.” She said

“Reminds me of home.” You said with a sigh.

“How so?” She questioned after settling on a studio Ghibli film and lowering the volume to continue the conversation.

“First of,” you began “you have excellent taste in Tv. Second, despite only ever visiting Austria, it runs in my blood. I have Austrian heritage and so at home we have a lot of Austrian food. I learnt to speak German as a kid but i don’t remember to much of it, just enough to get by.” You said and she looked at you impressed.

“Germans not an easy language to learn as a kid.” She said and you shrugged.

“I guess just… you know, talking about Europe reminds me of home. Plus, I traveled across Europe with my family as a child. I’ve even been to Switzerland and tasted their fondue firsthand.” You said with a smile.

“Im jealous.” Principle weems said. “Their cheese and chocolate are what their best at.”

“Oh, and don’t i know it.” You smiled. After a natural lull in the conversation the principal turned up the volume slightly and you curled up on the couch to get comfy. Larissa spared you a glance every now and then to check on you but you seemed content.

You didn’t remember falling asleep when you woke up. But there was no better way to wake up than to the smell of pancakes. You popped your head up to look over the back of the couch into the kitchen and smiled. The principal was dancing slightly as she cooked and looked up and met your eyes, blushing slightly at being caught.

“Good morning darling.” She said flipping another of the pancakes. “You were sleeping in late so i went to the shops and got us some food. It looks like we’re not leave anytime soon.” She said and you looked to the window. The rain still coming down hard. “I’ve contacted the school and your friends to let them know we are ok. Luckily i have my laptop and it didn’t get wet so I can always work remotely. You can do whatever you want today. Other than leave the apartment.” She smiled. “Im afraid I don’t have much here to do but there’s always the Tv and i have a random assortment of stationery you can use for art.” She smiled and you nodded and rubbed tiredly at your eyes stifling a yawn.

You felt worse today. The headache had fully set in, bordering on migraine territory. Your throat felt raw, and your head felt like it was packed with a lovely sand and cotton blended concrete that would probably only be sold as a torture device in the seventh circle of hell itself. Even after rubbing the sleep from your eyes and blinking the light hurt a bit and your head was swimming. It was feeling a bit too warm in here, but you opted to ignore that and focus on the idea of food. After a minute you stood and sat at the table. Larissa came over a minute later and put down three plates. Two empty and one piled high with a stack of breakfasty goodness. She handed you a glass of apple juice and you thanked her.

After eating some of the pancakes and drowning them in the sticky syrup the principle had provided you paused eyes wide, made chew.

“Shit.” You said and the principal paused.

“Ms L/n-“ she began but you cut her off.

“I don’t have my anxiety meds with me.” You said sounding slightly panicked. Larissa paled slightly.

“Darling?” She said slowly and carefully. “What happens if you don’t take them?” She looked almost scared.

“Oh, i’ll be fine. A bit more anxious than i like to be. But fine.” You said coming to terms with it.

“Hmmm.” The principal hummed. “Are they prescription?” She asked and you nodded. “I’ll see if i can get the nurse to send a script to the local pharmacy that’s just down the road. And i’ll pick them up for you. When do you need them by?” She asked looking at her watch.

“Preferable as soon as possible but i can wait.” You said poking at the food on your plate. It seemed like the room was getting hotter and it was getting harder to downplay the congestion in your voice. The excuse of sleep was quickly running out. After another pause, she spoke again.

“I’ll grab them after breakfast then.” She said, “do you want to come with?” The principal asked and you knew saying no would either be rude or suspicious, so you nodded. After you had eaten the uncomfortable heat had seemingly only gotten worse. You were speaking less now, and you felt principal Weems’s stare burning into your back as you watched the rain from the couch as she washed up. You knew she was getting a little suspicious now and the sickness was getting harder to hide.

After putting the dishes away, freshly hand dried and scrubbed Larissa came over to you. Placing a hand on your shoulder she frowned at the heat coming from you, but you quickly turned around and spoke before she could.

“Ready to go?” You asked hoping to sound more put together than you felt.

“Sure. Let me grab my car keys.” She said and decided to let the matter go for now. She grabbed an umbrella and the two of you went down to the car.

For some reason even the car was hot. When the principal wasn’t looking you pressed your overly hot forehead to the cool glass of the window and sighed slightly. However sneaky you thought you were being; you weren’t. Simple as that. The principal had been around more than enough stubborn teenagers to know when they were sick. Pulling into the chemist she unbuckled at reached over to press her hand to your cheek. Your eyes were closed so you jumped slightly at the unexpected contact. She clicked her tongue and sighed.

“Darling why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” She asked, her tone was gentle but stern. You turned to look at her alarmed which she thought was strangely endearing. Your cheeks held the flushed pink of a fever, and your eyes were growing glassy.

“I-i didn’t want to make you worry about me.” You admitted softly and she sighed.

“Darling it’s my job. And i also care about you.” She said softly. “I’ll pick up some medicine and supplies while I’m in the pharmacy. You stay here and hold down the fort.” She said and you hummed, placing your face against the glass again, eyes fluttering shut. The principal frowned; she had been expecting to have to fight you on it. Concerned she made a mental note to be quick.

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 3 months

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Accidentally In Enemies : Part 2 (S.CB)

Word Count : 3.6k

Warnings : swearing, cheating, food, drinking, mention of war (briefly), someone gets punched, crying, angsty with fluff

She tried her best to avoid San. Even if it meant going an hour away for groceries. Waking up two hours earlier to go to a different café for coffee and breakfast before class. Staying behind later and later to make sure she wouldn’t run into him on her way home.

“Y/n!” He called after her. She stopped to watch him run towards her with a smile on his face. It brought back memories from when they dated. How he’d run towards her and pick her up, spinning her around like they were a couple in a movie. She would always giggle as she hid her face in his neck, telling him she was embarrassed. But a part of her loved it as well. Loved that he wasn’t afraid to show that he loved her.

“Hey.” She greeted him, giving him a soft smile. They walked side by side, their steps quickly syncing up, as they always did. Left. Right. Left. Right. San was smiling wide as he spoke. Talking about his girlfriend. The girl that stole his heart right out from under Y/n’s feet. She listened while her heart broke all over again. Trying to focus on her steps. Left. Right. Left. Right.

“She’s really excited for dinner next week with you and Changbin.” Right. No left. No right. Wait. She tripped over her own two feet as the realization hit her. The dinner she hoped would never come was coming faster than she had wanted. San caught her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, holding her close to him. “Are you okay?”

It was as if time suddenly slowed down. Their eyes met, petals from cherry blossom trees fluttered around them, and her heart raced. Badum. Badum. She quickly got back on her feet, smoothing out her clothes as she told him she was fine. San nodded before chuckling. She looked up at him with a slight pout. “Why are you laughing?”

“You’ve always been clumsy. Some things never change, huh.” He reached over to pick a petal out from her hair. “It was nice running into you like this, Y/n.” She agreed before she could stop herself, finding herself falling back into who she was. The girl who gave everything to a man who gave her less than half. “I gotta run. But I’ll see you next week. Be safe getting home.” He said before tapping her nose and running off in the opposite direction she had to go.

She let him run off thinking she’s always been clumsy, when in reality he got her confused with someone else … again.

The memory haunts her, stalks her whether she’s awake or asleep. She can’t escape it. The feeling of falling in love with her ex while he’s falling in love with someone else, thinking she’s falling in love with a guy she actually hates.

So she sacrifices her sleep to avoid him. If she can’t see him she can’t love him. Out of sight out of mind. Yet her mind races with thoughts of him. If he’s thinking about her. Wondering where she is. If he’ll run into her again.

But she has to remind herself that he doesn’t even know her. She spent all that time with him for him to know nothing about her but her to know everything about him. His favourite colour, movie, food, drink. How he has to cuddle something to sleep. How he’s affectionate even to his friends. He forgets words sometimes, and he looks cute trying to remember them. Even cuter when he says the wrong word and looks so proud that he remembered it, only to pout when she had to correct him.

He would get extra pouty if she had to work on her projects and didn’t have time to go on a date. She could always kiss the pout off his face. He would usually pick up stuff from the convenience store and stay with her, feeding her while she worked. Most times he’d fall asleep. She has endless sketches of San sleeping in her sketch book. His face was the only thing she could draw when she was stuck. Parts of him were in every piece she worked on.

But then he started getting distant. Suddenly he was the one with no time for dates. But he wasn’t there to kiss the pout off her face. She would see him in passing, laughing about something with his friends, as if he didn’t even notice her. He was her priority, but she was just an option to him. One of many.

“Let’s go shopping.”

“Hey! You scared me.” She exclaimed, lightly smacking Changbin on the arm. He smiled as he grabbed her hand before she could take it back. “I have things to do.” She tried to take her hand back, but he was stronger than her. He laced their fingers as he cocked his head to the side.

“The dinner is tonight. I think that calls for a shopping trip. My treat.” He didn’t give her time to think of an excuse, pulling her up from her seat, and taking her out of the classroom she was hiding in. She didn’t put up much of a fight, quickly giving in, thinking of the dinner she stupidly agreed to.

“You two still bicker like you hate each other.” San chuckled, taking both of them by surprise. “It’s cute.” His girlfriend wasn’t next to him this time, but when she glanced into his cart, she knew why. Pads, chocolate, painkillers. She remembers a time she asked him to do this for her and he was too embarrassed, so she had to ask her roommate, who she wasn’t close to at the time. I guess it’s true when people say you act right for who you want to act right for.

“Gotta keep her on her toes.” Changbin teased, draping an arm across her shoulders.

“One of us has to reach the top shelf.” She teased back, brushing his arm off and turning around to continue looking for what she was looking for before. Changbin started whining about how she was shorter than him, but she tuned him out, trying her best to ignore that San was still there, watching them interact. How does he believe they’re dating?

“What do you guys think about the end of the month for dinner?” San suddenly asked. “Gahyeon has been asking. She really wants to get to know you, Y/n. Since I talk about you all the time.” The jar she was holding slid out of her hands, falling to the floor, and shattering. Changbin rushed to see if she was okay, taking Y/n’s hands in his, checking her body for any injuries.

San watched silently, mid step towards her. Was it habit that made him take that step to see if she was okay? He watched as Changbin took her hands in his, looking over them before the rest of her body, making sure none of the glass bounced and nicked her. Listened as Changbin asked if she was okay. “You need to be careful. You got lucky this time.” And he wondered why his chest felt so tight.

But she just stood there, staring at the shattered glass, thinking about how it’s a bittersweet metaphor for her heart. “Sounds good.” She spoke so suddenly, both Changbin and San were taken aback. Both confused as to what sounded good to her. “Dinner. At the end of the month. I’d like to get to know Gahyeon too.” She turned to look at San, giving him a smile. The prettiest fake one she could muster.

“Right. Dinner. I’ll make the reservations then.” San said, returning her smile. “I’ll see you then.”

It was like the scene out of a drama. He dragged her into a store, telling the workers to pull what they think will look good on her, leaving them rushing around, finding different pieces for her to try. “What about you?” She asked.

“Why? Want to pick out my outfit too?” His face was suddenly really close to hers, his minty breath blowing on her face. Badum. Badum. Her eyes glanced down towards his lips, watching as they turned upwards into a smile. Badum. Badum. They look soft. And suddenly she’s wondering what they would feel like against her own. Badum. Badum. “Don’t worry, darling, we’ll get my outfit after. Right now, it’s all about you.”

She was whisked away into a change room that was filled with so many outfits she lost count. So many different styles and colours. Velvet. Cotton. Silk. She was apprehensive at first. Nervous and closed off when she modelled the first couple of outfits, that Changbin immediately said no to. But soon she started to have fun with it. Walking out of the change room as if she was walking a runway. Striking the most ridiculous poses, making both her and Changbin laugh.

To him, she looked amazing in everything she tried on. And if it was completely up to him, he would buy her every single outfit she tried on, but he knows she’d have his head. But he couldn’t help but fall in love all over again as he watched her have fun. It’s been a while since he’s seen her smile and laugh like this. She was glowing. And he hopes she knows just how ethereal she looks in this moment.

She was nearing the end of the outfits the store workers picked out for her. Just a couple left. One being the dress she was wearing now. Standing in front of the mirror, staring at herself, she wasn’t sure. It was so different than what she was used to wearing. All of these outfits were, but there was something about this one that made her pause. Made her stop and stare. She was about to take it off when Changbin started making a stink about her taking too long.

Speechless. That’s the only way to describe the way he felt in that moment. She stepped out of the change room, smoothing out the already smooth dress, and then looking up at Changbin. “It’s pretty bad, hey?” She awkwardly chuckled, but Changbin still couldn’t snap out of it. He couldn’t stop staring. He always knew she was beautiful. Ethereal even. He’s been in love with her for years. But there was something about this moment, something about her in this dress, that solidified in his mind that he loved her.

He loved her the way Gomez loved Morticia. So real, so true. He would die for her. Kill for her. He would live for her. In this shitty ass world. With the economy in the dirt. With wars breaking out. People hating people for just existing. He would live. Just for her. Stay. For her. Anything for her.

“I’ll try the next one on.”

“We’re buying this one.” He says suddenly, taking her by surprise. She looks at him with wide eyes, wondering what came over him. He stands from where he’s been sitting the whole time, walks over to her, and grabs her hands. She glances down and their hands before meeting his eyes once more. “I don’t think you understand just how fucking stunning you look right now.” He reaches to rip the tag off and goes to the counter to pay, leaving her standing there confused, and very flustered. Badum. Badum.

Finding Changbin an outfit to match hers didn’t take long, and soon they were at a salon to get her hair and makeup done, his treat again of course. She was sat in a chair, nervous about what the final look will look like. Hoping she’ll still look like herself. Not wanting to look like she put too much effort into looking good for a dinner with her ex and his new girlfriend.

“Don’t worry, dear. You’re a natural beauty. I’m sure they won’t do much to you.” The older lady sitting next to her said. She smiled and thanked her, returning the compliment. “Oh please. I’m getting up there in age. Though I was quite a looker when I was your age. Had boys lined up around the block for my hand.”

“I’m sure you did.” Y/n smiled.

“You need to stop telling people that, mom.” Changbin spoke up from the waiting area. Mom?! Y/n’s eyes widened again. The lady smiled, holding her hand out for Y/n to shake.

“Pleased to meet you dear. My son has told me so much about you.” Y/n looks passed her right at Changbin, seeing his face turn a bright shade of red as he buried his head in one of the magazines they had for clients to look through. “Want to hear some embarrassing childhood stories while we get our hair done?”

“Mom!” Changbin whined, but the two girls laughed, swapping stories about Changbin, much to his dismay. But he also loved watching two of his favourite girls get along like this. As if she was really his girlfriend meeting his mom. His mom knows they aren’t dating. She also knows how down bad he is for her. And how stupid he gets around her. How he tries to tell her his feelings but it comes out as an insult which has lead to her hating him.

But the more his mom tells her, the softer her heart gets for him. She steals glances at Changbin, seeing the soft look in his eyes as he watches them. It was easy to see how close he was to his mom by the stories she shares and the way he looks at her, and secretly goes to pay for her appointment. How bad could he really be if he’s this big a momma’s boy?

His mom stops her as she goes to get in Changbin’s car. “Go easy on him. He says dumb things he doesn’t mean sometimes. But all you have to do is read between the lines to understand what he really means. You’re more special to him than you realize.” And she walks away, towards Changbin’s dad who was waiting for her.

“Your mom is cute.” Y/n says as she gets in the passenger seat, closing the door behind her. “I’m glad I got to meet her.” Changbin looked at her with a smile. One he always gives her. One she realizes is a real smile. Not a teasing smile. A genuine smile.

“You’re beautiful.” He spits out. “I mean. You know. They did a really good job.” He stutters out, causing her to giggle.

“Thanks. You look good yourself. We clean up nice.” He agrees.

San and Gahyeon are already there when Changbin and Y/n arrive, linked arms, absolutely stealing the show. They’re smiling, looking like they just walked off the runway. San and Gahyeon stand to greet them. “I’m so happy to finally meet you! San talks about you all the time I feel like I already know you.” Gahyeon giggles, not realizing how much she’s breaking Y/n’s heart. Is she unaware of how short a time her and San were broken up before the two of them got together?

“I’m happy to finally meet you too.” She plays the part as best she can. The part of the ex that’s fully moved on. The ex that’s in love with someone else. Changbin holds her hand under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze, glancing over at her to make sure she was okay. He knows she’s not, but he thought he’d check anyway.

Dinner starts with the four of them getting to know each other, Gahyeon being new to both Y/n and Changbin. They agree to splitting a bottle of wine. And talk about the menu and what sounds good. San tells Y/n an item he thinks she’d like. And then turns to Gahyeon to do the same. But Changbin tells Y/n she wouldn’t like that and points out what she actually would like. And San just stares. Wondering why she wouldn’t like what he recommended her.

He starts going through his mind about all the things she likes. They spent a lot of time together. Dated for a couple years. Friends before that. He knew her favourite foods, drinks, movies, colours. Knew that she needed a fan on to sleep. Or a window open. So she could curl under her blanket, one foot sticking out. He knew these things. Didn’t he?

“She doesn’t like spicy food.” Changbin explained. Y/n looked over at him, wondering how he would know that. Wondering if they shared enough meals together for him to know that. Even if they did, why would he pay attention to something like that. You’re more special to him than you realize. His mom’s words echoed in her brain. What did she mean by that?

“She loves spicy food, what do you mean?” San chuckled. Y/n looked over to San and shook her head.

“I hate it.” She said softly. He stopped chuckling and looked at her, a confused look on his face. “Also since we’re on the topic. I also hate hot coffee.” Gahyeon was confused as to why coffee was brought up, but San knew. He knew she was referring to the coffee he bought her when he broke up with her. And he thinks about how that must have made it hurt more. Knowing he didn’t know her. After all this time, he forgot all her favourites. It was so clear that he fell out of love with her by his actions.

“I’m so sorry.” Y/n shook her head, telling him not to worry about it. They both moved on. So he thinks, anyway.

They continued to get to know each other while they waited for food, and even while eating. Swapping stories about each other. It seemed to be going well. Y/n felt herself actually moving on. Changbin didn’t let go of her hand from under the table, even though that meant he had to eat with his left hand. He wanted to make sure she knew he was there for her.

And then Y/n asked Gahyeon how her and San met. How they got together. “I mean I was interested first. How could I not be?” She giggled. Y/n understood. San was attractive. But more than that, he was kind. It was easy to fall for San. He catches your eye with his looks, and your heart with his personality. “I think we started talking and flirting months before we actually got together.” Clang. Y/n’s fork fell from her hand onto her plate.

“Months?” Her mouth went dry. Her heart shattered. Her eyes watered. Changbin squeezed her hand so tightly she’s sure it lost circulation for a good while. Gahyeon didn’t seem to notice the sudden change in atmosphere. She giggled as she nodded.

“I know. That’s crazy right?” Y/n just nodded.

“Could you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the restroom.” She tried to hold her tears in until she made it to the bathroom. Tried not to let anyone see her cry. She didn’t want to cry in the first place, didn’t want to ruin the makeup Changbin paid for, but she knew she couldn’t hold in the tears. Was she being childish? Was flirting considered cheating? Maybe this was that final push she needed to move on.

She sobbed hidden away in a stall in the fancy restaurant bathroom. Her heart breaking all over again over her relationship that ended a couple months previous. Thinking of all the days and nights waiting for a text back, begging for his attention. She knows now where it all went. She knows now why he didn’t have time for her.

And when she was finished, she went to the sinks, and cleaned herself up. Hoping no one would notice that she cried. Giving herself a small smile before leaving the washroom. Someone grabbed her wrist as soon as she walked out, pulling her to the side before she could make her way back to the table. She was face to face with San, her back against the wall, both his hands on either side of her head, trapping her. “Let me explain.”

“I really don’t want to hear excuses. We’re already broken up. Let’s leave it at that.” She tried to leave, but he stopped her.

“I don’t want you thinking I was cheating on you. Or thinking you weren’t good enough and that’s why I left.” Before either one could say anything more, he was pulled away from her. Changbin wasted no time in punching him in the face, taking Y/n by the hand, and leaving the restaurant.

They didn’t say anything during the walk to the car, or during the drive to her place. But she didn’t make a move to get out of his car once they were outside. They just sat in silence, processing what had happened during the last hour of their lives. “I don’t think we’ll be allowed back there.” Y/n spoke first. Changbin looked over at her, trying to assess whether or not she was angry. But she was smiling. Giggling actually.

It didn’t make sense to her either. Minutes earlier she was sobbing in a bathroom stall. And now she’s laughing. She watched her ex get punched in the face, and she’s definitely banned from a restaurant, and she’s laughing. Which made Changbin start laughing.

They sat in the car, laughing. Going over everything that happened that night. Going over everything that lead them to this exact moment. Until the moon was gone and the sun started to rise. They just sat there, laughing.

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@mxnsxngie @maeleelee @turtledove824 @moon0fthenight

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astronite13 · 2 years

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check it out >:D multidimensional big bang piece by yours truly

you may or may not already know, but i participated in the mdbb event, and was teamed with the wonderful writer @elevenvolcanoes and amazing beta reader @memryse! you can check out ro's awesome fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41524974

go on, i know you wanna read it, dont be shy

as promised, ill be uploading some wips of this below the cut because oh man. this took forever

here are the character design sketches, i am not a very tidy artist

so the original plan was like this adhsjbcbs

i was just braindumping ideas onto a canvas (- -;)

THEN came the clean-ish sketch, where i had 'fun' with having to finalise where things went

(sausage and lizzie were added in later ajdhajfhs)

after that came what i dreaded most. lineart. BANE OF MY EXISTENCE I AJJDKSNC

at this point i was a solid week into this and it was barely halfway done T-T

i then worked on backgrounds and flats- funny thing, i barely ever complete pieces because i have the attention span of a goldfish, so i literally had no idea how to colour things in ┌(。Д。)┐

THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW PAINSTAKING THIS WAS

i was literally going insane over this ahdnsndn

FINALLY i was able to move onto shading/rendering(?)/details, and via the power of bullshitting my way through things, voila

at this point i had spent every day doing nothing but drawing for two weeks, but i was SO CLOSE to being done

then suddenly, the fire nation attacked something happened dun dun dun

because i was working with around 80 layers (i needed them all trust me <-lying), ibispaintx was running abysmally slow, and at this moment, it just CRASHED

i rushed back on and got this (0_0 )

i had to wait. FOURTY FIVE MINUTES. FOR THE WHOLE THING TO REPLAY AND TRY TO RESTORE MY FILE. at this point it was 3 am a day after the deadline and panic mode was activated

BUT i think the watchers may have been, well, watching over me at that point because miraculously, i got my file back, and i added a few finishing touches before collapsing on my bed in a heap

this whole thing overall was a fantastic experience, all the mods and participants in the discord server were super entertaining and friendly, and i want to thank each and every one of you for making this event so exciting >:D especially my teammates, and of course luna for creating it <3

funny thing this was literally my version of 100 hours hardcore since my canvas tells me ive been on it for around 150 hours ajdnjahd

anyway bonus aha:

#ahdhshbdjajdnc #my biggest art piece ever #grian #goodtimeswithscar #smallishbeans #100 hours hardcore #hermitcraft s8 #mdbb #multidimensional big bang #art pile

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cheapsweets · 3 days

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The lustrous Hratgrog

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge, from @maniculum

A bit of a big experiment this week; painted with a brush pen using Derwent inktense paint, with no underlying sketch for reference, because I wanted to challenge myself and try something different! The white markings on the veins of the wings are Vallejo model colour white paint, since I don't have a white in my Derwent paint set.

Thought process under the cut…

"[The following are largely disconnected sentences plucked out of a multi-page sermon making this animal into a complicated spiritual metaphor.]

It is my intention to paint a picture of the Hratgrog, whose wings are sheathed in silver and whose tail has the pale colour of gold.

The Hratgrog, the subject of this account, is said to have red feet.

The surface of the wings is suffused with the colour of sapphire, because the soul of a contemplative man takes on the appearance of heaven. But the sapphire colour of the wings is marked by traces of shining white, as the white of snow is tinged with sapphire. The mixture of snow-white and sapphire in the wings signifies purity of the flesh and the love of contemplation.

The Hratgrog, therefore, has saffron-coloured eyes.

The rest of the Hratgrog’s body matches the colour of a wild sea.

The first characteristic of the Hratgrog is that instead of song it brings forth a lament. The second, is that it lacks bile; the third, it likes to kiss; the fourth, it flies in groups; the fifth, it does not live by theft; the sixth, it gathers better-quality grain; the seventh, it does not feed on corpses; the eighth, it nests in holes in rocks; the ninth, it rests on flowing water so that if it catches sight of the shadow of a hawk, it can more swiftly avoid its approach; the tenth, it rears twin young."

I was at a bit of a loss as to where to start with this one, we know it has wings, feet, eyes, and it rests on water. The rest is all notes about the colours, so we don't really have any hints about what kind of creature this is, even…

My default for 'beast with wings' is to assume it's a bird, but I kept coming back to the wings being 'sheathed in silver', particularly given we are later told that the wings are actually blue and white… This led me to assume that it has to be an insect with a silver elytra (wing cases); while some true bugs have a coloured, harder section to their forewings, the only two types of insect to possess elytra are beetles and earwigs, and since beetles are much more likely to actually fly, a beetle it is!

Wings are the colour of sapphire (blue), with black veins highlighted in white. As an aside, I learned a lot about how beetle wings work and fold away!

It has long, thin legs with red feet, the better for resting on the surface of water like a pond skater, as well as the red eyes and yellow/golden tail mentioned in the description. Given it eats grain (I assume that since it is so holy, people leave out food for it, since it doesn't steal its food), I made it a weevil (like the grain weevil, which probably does steal its food), partially because the idea of them rubbing their snouts together as if kissing is super cute!

#hratgrog #maniculum bestiaryposting #bestiaryposting #my art #painting #art challenge #beetle #weevil

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thecatfather · 2 years

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A/N: omfg school senior yaomomo (private school bc her parents are loaded). Just. Here:

You’re 15, she’s 17. You’ve seen her around school a lot. And not interacted with her nearly enough. ‘Til this year, that is.

Now she’s your house prefect. You purposefully fuck up your uniform so you get called out by her. You pretend you don’t know how to wear your tie so she’ll do it for you. She’s always so fucking nice about it. Your uniform is almost always wrong. She never questions it. You don’t know how she does it. Just tells you off really nicely sometimes. It’s fucking frustrating.

You run into her at the library once, and again, and again: you find out that she spends a lot of time at the library. You go there to read, she goes there to study. You find stupid reasons to talk to her. Like the time you told her that you’re thinking of taking chemistry and you want to know what to expect. (You don’t even like chemistry. And you don’t have plans to take chemistry— Ever.) She always stops what she’s doing and gives you her full attention. She never brings up the uniform mishaps. Ever. You don’t understand her.

You make her laugh sometimes and it makes your entire day every single time. The sound of her laughter becomes the background music in your head for days afterward. You show her crappy science memes that you looked up just to so you could show them to her and she says she loves them. (ohmygod she loves them! 🥺🥰💖✨)

It does cross your mind that she just puts up with you but you're just happy for the time you do get to spend with her.

Once, you forget to finish your lunch because- she walks into the hall after you sit down to eat and ties her long, black hair up before sitting down a couple tables in front of you and you’re so mesmerized by her that you literally forget where you are.

During the local sports meet — you managed to get yourself recruited by the track team early this year (A/N: just taking a moment here to say: F.) and after a gruelling month and a half of practice, your team loses; you’re a sore loser, that’s why you didn’t want to commit to this in the first place ffs— she finds you crying on the bleachers. You don’t notice her at first but then she leans closer and puts a hand on your shoulder. She asks what happened and you just shake your head because it’s so embarrassing; the thought of telling her why you’re crying makes you want to spontaeneously combust. (oh look!- on the bright side, you did learn one (1) thing about chemistry from listening to her talk) She sits with you till you stop crying and gives you a hug and you swear it’s The Best thing that’s ever happened to you, prior events of the day be damned.

One time you notice that she’s got a rainbow pin on her bag and you think about that for the next two weeks. Does that mean she’s into girls? But hasn’t she been rumoured to be in a relationship with that guy with the hair for the past three years? What does it all mean.

On Valentine’s day, you write her a card (addressed to her, by name) with a poem in it (you considered writing something by Sappho but decided that was too forward, instead you put a small piece of paper with a sketch you did of Sappho that you thought didn't bear all that much likeness to Sappho and wrote “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” in some fancy writing on the back of it) and leave it in the space under her desk. You will never know where you got the courage.

You completely forget about it a few weeks later, when, after you bother her at the library again for something stupid and she’s getting up to leave, the card and the little paper with the sketch fall out of one of her notebooks. Your heart jumps to your throat. She puts it away so fast, you wonder if you imagined it, but the soft pink on her cheeks that wasn’t there before and the slight rasp in her voice when she says “bye” tells you more than you needed to know.

You start to stare off into space more often. And you start wearing rainbows and rainbow coloured things. And every waking minute of your life, you wonder if there’s a possibility she’s looking for the person who left her that card. You belatedly regret not signing your name.

You figure you should talk to someone. But you don’t really have a someone to tell this kind of thing to. You have friends but they don’t know you, not really. And you doubt they’d understand any of this. How would you even begin to tell them about this?

You’ve avoided her and you’ve tried to pretend this hasn’t affected you for weeks. You even wore your uniform nearly perfectly every day for two weeks so you wouldn’t have to get called out on it. But you reach a breaking point. And you tell Momo. You tell her you think you might be… gay. Or bi. Or some kind of queer. She says nothing for what feels like the longest minute of your life. Then, she just reaches into her bag and pulls out the card. And the sketch. And lays them on the desk between the two of you. Then she looks at you and she says, quietly, “Me too.”

You don’t say a word. You don’t even blink. You don't dare to even move a muscle for fear of reacting wrong and ruining everything.

You realise you waited a moment too long, when you catch a look of defeat in her eyes as she reaches to pick up the paper and the card, probably to put them back inside her notebook and then forget about it and never bring it up again-

You don’t know what comes over you in that moment, but you hear your mouth say, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

Her eyes shoot up to look at yours. Then her face relaxes minutely in understanding and she says, “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

and you swallow, hard, before nodding and saying, almost inaudibly, “…yeah.”

Then she looks at you and smiles— and you have to pause to take a breath because it’s definitely brighter than any and all of your possible futures holy shit.

You reach out tentatively to touch(? hold?) her hand. To your relief, she doesn’t pull away. She just says, “It took a while for me to realise that was sappho. But the sonnet helped connect some dots.” Your brain doesn’t give you enough time to process that she just called your sketch shit. But— fair enough, you're not an artist.

And then she asks, “How long?” and you tell her, having the decency to look sheepish, “Two years. Give or take.”

She mindlessly rubs small circles into your palm with her thumb and says, grinning slightly, “Two months. It was easy enough to figure out that you didn’t give two shits about Chemistry.”

I do not give permission for my work to be reposted anywhere else, recorded or recommended anywhere.

#momo yaoyorozu #yaomomo x reader #yaoyorozu x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #bnha #pencilwrites

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gwennafran · 6 months

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Pale Lights, Book 2 chapter 19 - Scholomance Residents that doesn’t count as students

So many. This took two weeks. And I’m not even done. I also implemented “must have been in at least two chapters” for some of the categories. In case you’re wondering about the lack of cute blonde urchins.

Descriptions under cut

13th Associates:

Wen: I probably should add a hand with the food he’s eating. Maybe if I need to edit something about him at a later date.

Mandisa: We’re slowly learning a little more about her. A lot of her is still very defined by her being unreasonably pretty, though. Including her emotional reactions, it seems.

Nerei: She’s fun to draw. Honestly, though, “maroon eyes”. That’s EE sneakily introducing a character with dark red eyes in a way easily overlooked.

Osian: We know he’s Malani. Have a guess about his age. And got his height from the Pale Lights AMA. That’s it.

Morning Class Professors:

Kavita: The ever-friendly Discord help me place her most likely ethnicity within the ethnicity. Also, so much text. I need something shorter to refer to her as.

Tenoch: He looks way too cute. The oversized coat was a fun challenge. Makes you wonder if he used to be that size. Or is wearing one of Wen’s old coats. With the stubble, there might be a chance for Tenoch to have some mixed background. Rather than being all Aztlan.

Yun: How to draw a character you kinda want to punch just by looking at him.

Malba: I based her hair on the fontange hairstyles from the late 17th century. Minutes before posting her to the Discord, EE then posted a response to me commenting on hair research, with a picture of much more Renaissance appropriate Tudor hair. There will be a redesign. Once I get time. Hey, her hair is at least as period accurate as the tricornes. :P

Rhys and Nandi: So cute together. So totally ruining my layout. So I got creative fitting two more characters into one character’s space. And yeah, Nandi is more than a head taller than Rhys.

Evening Class Teachers:

Chunhua: For a normal row her scarf would be absolutely eye-burning bright in all the black. For a normal row…

Hermegildo: I ever thought I’d actually use up all the room above the characters. This guy proved me wrong. Then EE confirmed on the Patreon Discord that it is the correct feather size.

Balthasar; I’m starting to use all the Lierganen cast to have just a touch of colour other than dark brown and black for hair.

Yue: Both Yue and Hermegildo can’t be bothered to properly put on their coats, and wear them as odd cloaks. Hard to tell just from portraits, though.

Hage: Are you really smiling if you don’t do so with two sets of teeth?

Residents:

Mephistofeline: Prince of Hell, felonious claimant to the throne of Pandemonium. And naturally with a title way too long to fit into the picture.

Itzcuin: I had to rework his sketch so he didn’t end up looking like Tenoch’s twin. At which point I realized I might have a default for Aztlan characters.

Dionara: Her cloak for rose ornaments. Because I felt like drawing a pair of cute roses.

#pale lights #cast overview #character design #fanart #gwennafran art #renaissance fashion #baroque fashion

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pollyna · 2 years

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The Sunnyside of the Iceman

- tattoo shop!au: Sundown and Iceman are the owner of the most ridiculously named tattoes shop in Miramar;

- they were both pilots, but racism and the commie witch hunt did the trick on them. Doesn't matter that Ice was the best and Sundown already flown more mission that he could remember;

- Slider used to be his RIO and now he's Goose's and Ice swears in seven languages (that he speaks) that if one of them isn't going to ask out to the other he is going to do that for them. It's fucking embarrassing. Ice loves his best friend but he can't live with all that secondhand embarrassment for much longer;

- Sundown says that Chip says that they even get worse since they were called in Top Gun and Jesus, seriously Sunny? (Chip is Sun's boyfriend and he's knows all the little gossip that makes Ice laughs for days at time);

- Sun and Chip met two weeks in the program and it took them three years to speak about feelings. Ice would like to know if every single navy pilot is emotionally slow;

- they bought the shop for almost a penny because the lady didn't know what to do with it and Ice knows how to smiles when he wants to;

- Ice's first tattoo is on Sun's left wrist, the silhouette of a Tomcat F-14. Sun's first is on Ice's biceps, a colourful little things that he says represent the patch of Iceman's first squadron. Tom finds himself looking at it for hours, even if it's already four years old;

- They're close on Monday but once a month it's on Sunday because Marcus has his monthly meeting with his granma and he takes Ice with him because it's hilarious watching his 95 years old granny telling her friends, and the pastor, that this is the white Jewish boy I adopted! Ice looks pleasantly embrassed and his humor gets better and better everytime his plate gets filled;

- they hear about Maverick, for the first time, a cloudy day where half of Miramar is in their shop and Slider has his arm around Goose and their noses are so closed they could kiss, even without trying. Chip says he's half crazy up in the sky and that Merlin actually prayed during their third hop. They see Maverick for the first time four week in to the program and the first thing he says to Iceman is it's all your fault if Goose isn't my RIO and the silence is the only sound he hears back and then he's out of the door before anyone can move;

- Sun brings out the heavy alcohol for that night and Iceman finished between Slider and Goose, drawing new tattoes and trying to know knock his friends head together. The next morning the designs are still pretty cool, Slider&Goose are cuddling but nothing happend. He hoped Sun had made his special eggs, he deserves a treat;

- Maverick is back a week later, looking like someone had just kicked his dog and with a pie, a I'm sorry pie apparently. It was uncalled for, I'm sorry he says before shifting half of his attention to the last schematics Ice draw. I-would you be willing to tattoo that on me? It's freaking awsome and Marcus' job are great but I want to first one to that, Ice is almost going to say no to him but the pie is an apple one and Maverick is looking at the drawing like he's seeing something sacred and he can't tell him no. (For visual is something like this);

- so, as Sunny whispers to Chip adding the last details to his last tattoo, the Mitchell-Kazansky drama is beginning. Chip laughs before kissing him, and we have the front row tickets;

- Mav becomes a regular in the shop and in their lives long after the tattoo is done and he has the propensity of moving people around to be as close to Iceman as he can;

- they, Chip&Sun&Slider&Goose, bet on how much time is going to take them to realise that Mav kissing Ice's forehead when he's sketching is something 'friends do' and what the two assholes are going to do about that;

- in the end, and fucking finally Iceman would say, Goose asks Slider out for a date and it goes so bad they're back in the shop the very next afternoon screaming at eachother until Chip doesn't gently shows Slider against Goose's chest and than it's just so perfectly quiet. Because they're kissing. Ice brings champagne out for dinner, they all deserve it and maybe, maybe, he's going to find the courage to take Mav's hand in his and kiss him before the end of the night;

- Sun doesn't want to know, he just wants their shop free of drama, and let his boyfriend take him up in the sky after hours.

#au: no one asked for it but 🥲#tattoo shop!au #marcus sundown williams #tom iceman kazansky #sundown & iceman friendship #they choose the title of the shop while slighlty drunk #charles chipper piper #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #pete maverick mitchell #sundown x chipper #(i read one fic about them and 🥲🥰)#slider x goose #(they're moron in love and yet they don't know)#icemav #pre-slash #ice tattoos in black and white and 'sun prefers colors #slider and goose fly together (i'm now personally attached to this h/c)#men in love and their silly silly times #mav is an asshole but he says is sorry and he actually begin a decent person?#he kisses iceman forhead a lot #TOM HAS FROSTED TIPS #slightly angsty #but like normal drama™️ kind of angst #sun can make some mean breakfast egg #chip almost cried the first time he tried them #i swear i'm going to stop posting this much rydhbsja i still have practice to organise and a folder of articles on the '48 to read djdj #wolfman & hollywood are the only i left out i'm sorry :(#au: no top gun #top gun(1986)

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i don't know how to phrase this any other way so i hope you don't find this rude or anything: you are (imo) a very skilled, very prolific art toaster. it's great quality artwork obviously, but your turnaround is wicked crazy fast to me. what does burnout look like for you? how do you manage to toast so many arts? what dark magics must you employ??

The hard truth is I worked in journalism for two years between 2010-2012 and customer service/hospitality starting at 16 years old in 2007 all throughout my life until 2022 and I don't want to go back to any of it now that I'm almost 33 - that's the main motivator to keep my freelance gig career doing art commissions going as long as possible. Fear and loathing of going back to that work environment keeps me focused.

In action...I'm not quite sure if I ever experience 'burn out'? I do experience art 'block' in that I can't think of anything to draw on my own or feel really unsatisfied with my work...so I just goof off with my canvas or do studies, but this doesn't interfere with doing commissions where I am told what to draw.

I just enjoy the physical act of drawing. Sometimes when I'm bored and restless and going for a walk doesn't help, I just draw more. When I was a kid I would just come home from school and draw crap between playing Gameboy/N64/Gamecube or browsing Elfwood/Newgrounds/DeviantART/Gaia Online, so it's literally just a habit now. If I don't draw for a long time I feel anxious and unwell. Somehow I just programmed my brain to think that art = leisure fun time, even if it's for work. I also tend to get into a "zone" sometimes and just put on video essays or music and a few hours later I'll have worked through some commission stuff.

I have three 'task lists' for my workflow:

A public trello board organized by work order types (N/SFW link)

A personal trello board organized by type/date in chronological order

A coloured tagging and folder system in my emails where I can just see the actual dates/timestamps of my last correspondence with a client so I know exactly who in my taskboard needs to be prioritized for their next WIP update

I hold myself to a standard of sending a client a WIP in stages:

rough draft (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

line art (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

final render (1-14 business days)

tweaks (1-2 business days)

So ideally, the client gets a finished commission in 3-6 weeks, so about 1-2 months. For larger projects I send more WIPs and the process is obviously longer. For simpler stuff like chibis, it's rarely a full six weeks. Over holidays I add an extra two weeks to my noted turn-around to account for IRL time off. On all my terms of service I have a maximum four months turn-around, essentially doubling the time I know my work flow is just in case there's some sort of medical or equipment emergency in my life that I need to account for that gives me a buffer (I also notify all clients)

Monday to Friday I wake up usually...late morning/early afternoon? I do anywhere from four to eight hours of artwork, broken up by walks, stretching, eating, cleaning, cooking, hanging out with my partner, etc. I look at my personal trello taskboard and emails to see what must be done and what can wait. I try to get at least 1-2 things done in a day though, be that sketches/line art/renders/revisions.

Right now I am looking at my email and task board, and the client with the highest wait time chronologically is someone who is waiting for their final render (sketch and line art already revised and done for them). Last email correspondence with them on the email says 9 days ago (so 7 business days, I'm supposed to take Sat-Sun off). Their order was paid in full and confirmed by me on November 9 and it is currently December 13, so I'm at about the 5 week mark (not accounting for delays in clients getting back to me of course) and I am very much On Course for my work load, no one has been without contact from me for 14 days or more so I'm pretty ahead of my game right now! I could take tomorrow off if I wanted, or only do 3-4 hours of work if I feel like it.

However the more work you finish and post, the more you show prospective clients your ability to finish orders and show your audience more art for engagement, so ideally I always like posting stuff when I can, it just creates a cycle of positive production and income.

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lordisitmine · 4 months

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TTNBD BLOG: PART THREE

Welcome back; as always, spoilers for this week’s installment. Sorry this post is a few days late- I had my hands full with some real-life stuff but it’s the morning of New Year’s Eve and I finally have a day off to sit and write some commentary!

Let’s talk face casts! I don’t normally do real-life face-casts for fictional characters that already exist, but for my OCs it’s kind of necessary, since no one other than me really has a concrete frame of reference for how they look. I tried to draw them of course, but that doesn’t really always translate for me into how they look in my brain. Except for Sybil. My drawing of Sybil was perfect, and the one of her mom as well, that’s exactly how I imagined those two characters, but you can and should disregard the other drawings I did lol. So, if you’re really wondering what Simeon Montrose and Madame LaChance look like, I have good news! I have face casts for them!!

In chapter two, I described Madame LaChance as “the most beautiful woman Lizzy had ever seen” and that’s because I imagined her as the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, or at least one of them, and an actress I’m obsessed with- Carla Gugino. There’s just something about her face and her body and her energy on screen that just makes me feel insane. She has this hypnotic charming quality that is exactly how I wanted characters and readers to feel when they interact with Madame. Incidentally, if you’ve never watched the Haunting of Hill House or The Fall of the House of Usher, I HIGHLY recommend that you do so. Two incredible horror series, both of them are on Netflix and they’re 8 episodes each. She is in both of them. Madame’s hair and eyes are different colours of course but like. That’s the face.

I always had a face cast for Simeon without realising it. When I described him, I had this fac in mind, and then when I actually sat down and thought “who does he look like irl?” my brain was like “Luke Evans. You were thinking of Luke Evans this whole time.” Specifically, these pictures, because his facial hair and age is similar to Simeon’s, even though Simeon’s hair and eyes are a different colour.

Perhaps now that I’ve actually nailed down my face casts, I can do proper portraits of these characters. On top of the rapidly growing pile of other sketches I want to do OOF.

CHAPTER THREE: WAIT AND HOPE

I thought it was time to have some Sybil backstory/POV. The fact that she’s half-demon and has some abilities from that is going to be a much more significant part of the story as we continue, and as a minor spoiler/teaser I will tell you that she had no idea what her dad actually is or what that makes her. Shhhh it’s a surprise for later. Obviously I’ve revealed that she’s able to see the spirits of the dead, but I’m gonna keep her other abilities hush-hush for the time being, she doesn’t even realise she has some of them, and I’ll get into the mythology of half-demon children a bit later. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.

We have a literary reference as a title again! This time it’s from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, which is a story about faking your death and getting revenge, among other things. A little on the nose maybe- but it amused me, so I included it. I liked the idea of Ciel having read it in English and having this visceral reaction to it, and then seeing if the context of the line “all human wisdom is contained in these two words- wait and hope” had a different context or meaning that made it less stupid (to him) in French, since he lives in France now, and the book was originally written in French, and things sometime get lost in translation.

Also, I’m half-accidentally half-intentionally mirroring his and Lizzy’s narratives in this story, and she was reading in the last chapter, so it just fell into place when I was trying to give him something to chew on with his angst in this chapter. Don’t worry, that’s the last literary reference I have planned for now, lol.

Let’s talk about the ring!! Ciel’s ring from the series is based on the Hope Diamond, an actual diamond that was owned by many famous people who all ended up suffering horrible deaths/trauma. Life is funny that way, but of course, people decided that it must be the diamond that was cursed. In Ciel’s case, it was a Phantomhive family heirloom, and all of his ancestors who wore the ring ended up dying horrible deaths. Including him.

So, naturally, Sebastian had to take that and turn it on its head. I already reblogged the post on my blog (scroll down a little), but Tumblr users noirserviteur and azuresins designed, 3D printed and then cast in sterling silver (with real stones I think) a replica/depiction of Ciel’s ring, which I used as reference images for my design. I changed the stone, since it is a different, but similar, diamond- the stone in my version is circular, to fit the engraving of the contract seal.

Sebastian giving Ciel a ring is another way to like, show possession, because this motherfucker is possessive. Also, the original ring was a symbol of a curse that was haunted Ciel in his mortal life. This new ring is sort of Sebastian’s way of saying “no one gets to curse/haunt you forever except me” which is super romantic. Not that either of them sees their bond as a curse, but like, it’s an eternal, unbreakable attachment, which is sort of like a curse in some ways I guess. A Super fun, romantic curse.

And they’re dancing! The song they’re dancing to is Waltz no. 19 in A Minor, b.150, OP- Posth (1860) by Frederic Chopin. It’s always a fun writing exercise to describe music as the characters are hearing it, and I hope I did a good job nailing down the vibe. These two are very Chopin-coded to me, whatever that means. I listen to a lot of classical/instrumental music when I write, and while I haven’t made any playlists, I’m partial to these ones on Spotify when I work on this story specifically. This one is one I find to be specific to Lizzy & Sybil. I am a huge music person; I can’t do anything without my tunes.

There… was not supposed to be a sex scene in this chapter. I honestly hadn’t planned on writing one, but oh boy howdy did this thing want to be written. It’s probably the fastest I’ve ever finished a sex scene (it normally takes me AGES to write porn). And it ended up being super hot (if I do say so myself). I guess these two just really wanted to fuck lmao.

Now that the contract is over (or not over, now that it has morphed into something else), Ciel and Sebastian aren’t really master and servant anymore. So, I love flip-flopping on the power dynamics between them, especially when it comes to sex. When Ciel “orders” Sebastian around in this scene, Sebastian doesn’t have to obey, but he chooses to. What would have once been a tangible command is now just role-play and it’s still so fun to write!

The Christmas stuff was fun to write too. As I said, I’m (sort of) intentionally mirroring Ciel and Lizzy’s story lines here, so I wanted Lizzy to get some jewellery too. I browsed through listings for necklaces of the time and found this one, which I thought was just perfect. I would 100% buy it if I had 1,450 US dollars lying around. I think blondes look really great in green, and Lizzy’s eyes are green, so despite her colour scheme in the anime being super pink and girly I’m putting her in a lot green in this story *glances at the next upcoming chapter). I have multiple party-type events lined up in this one so for you purists out there, don’t worry, she’ll be back in pink eventually.

I grew up in Canada, so ice skating on ponds and lakes local rinks, be it for figure skating or hockey or just for fun was a big part of my childhood. I have a lot of fond memories of ice skating with my family and I thought hey, they probably skate on the Thames and the Sienne rivers, right? We Ontarians do that in Ottawa when the Ottawa river freezes up in the winter. I didn’t even bother looking it up to see if they did it/do it in Europe, I just decided that I was going to make it happen. I did, however, make sure I was referencing ice skates as they existed in that time period. I’m not a complete lunatic.

And of course, Lizzy having to teach Sybil how to skate means they’re going to be put in Physical Proximity mwahahaha. The image of Lizzy getting kissed on the cheek by a pretty girl and falling over was burned in my brain and refused to leave me alone until I wrote it. Their romantic relationship is a slower burn but it’s starting to burn brighter from here on out.

I’ll leave the commentary sparse for the last couple of scenes- I don’t want to accidentally give anything away by talking too much about the crime scene or the coalition meeting. Have you figured out who the victim is?? Do you think you might know who’s leading the coalition cult since Sir Arthur kicked it four years ago? Much to think about… until next week xoxo gossip girl

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#lord speaks #kuroshitsuji #fanfiction #black butler #sebaciel #writing #my writing #behind the scenes #ttnbd #tteoe series #ttnbd blog #commentary

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gayskogul · 17 days

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So, on the WIP tag game, I think it's going to have to be bodice-rippers, and just in case you have already been asked for that one (!) let's have 'yes'. Actually let's just have both 😊

Thanks for the ask. Oh, good lord. You've made an impressive go of sinking the big battleships with those two choices.

So "bodice rippers >>>>>> 10 years formal science training" is the working title for the master-doc that I have ALL of my writing for The Wavesinger in. That's the long story I've whittled away at for my first D&D character, Natt. I haven't added to it in a while now, since my attention drifted to other projects, but I'll sometimes flip through it fondly. There's some scenes I whipped out before posting the first arc online (over on Ao3 btw, go stream!) and a whole boat-load of ideas for where the story goes next. I was quite fixated upon taking them somewhere cold, for some reason. There's "sketches" of fight scenes, playful scenes, overarching plot things. There's even an explicit scene, labelled "illegal wavesinger", which I wrote mostly out of curiosity (I tend not to write those scenes but wanted to see if I could). In my shame I immediately hid it at the bottom of the doc and coloured the text in white lmao.

It's titled that because I wrote 20k words in the span of a couple of weeks, like, fairly effortlessly. This was a massive surprise to me since I was used to crawling through glass just to squeeze out a couple thousand words for any reports in my science life lmao. I felt a bit silly about being so enthusiastic for something that was, in all essence, a bodice ripper but with two dudes and tongue-in-cheek labelled the doc that.

It's a bit bizarre that my inspiration for getting into writing creatively like this all came from me deciding a couple years into my D&D game that, "Oh my GOD, why did I give him a pun name? Natt Twenny is so LAME. I have to come up with a reason for why he's called that!" Several tens of thousands of words and tonnes of brainworms later...

Funny then that the other choice in this ask is "yes". I need to stop titling things in the most unserious way possible... I think it's because I'm awful at coming up with titles and just rock with something random I come up with when it's time to post lol.

"yes" is the master-doc for the other big thing I have posted on Ao3! My first foray into fanfic, My Favourite Patient. I got roped into playing Stardew Valley with my sister (much against my will) then promptly became obsessed with the game and its characters. I particularly liked the little anxious doctor guy who my character married in-game, Harvey. I literally hadn't written any fiction before, so the writing's a little... unpracticed, but I genuinely had so much fun writing it. Just plucking interactions from the game and fleshing them out. I don't really play much any more, so my attention dwindled and I ran out of steam to keep writing that fic. That said, there are a couple of things in there that I didn't get around to posting yet. Maybe when I get round to checking out the new update, I'll get a little bit of enthusiasm and give that a proper ending.

#ask game #my fic #I woulda posted snippets but yall can already see most of these two #because both of these are available to read on Ao3 #which is a weird coincidence since I have LOADS that hasn't found its way there yet #d&d #stardew valley #fanfic #theyre still very much wips though since I occasionally sketch out a little scene or edit up a half-baked one!

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lovesickfolly · 8 months

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Tag someone you want to know better

I've been tagged by @wuxia-vanlifer! Thank you so much!

Favourite color: Green. Especially lime green. I know a lot of people dislike the colour, but...I love it. XD Also, I've grown to love pink even though I didn't used to. Especially darker shades.

Last song: I've been drawing while listening to cdrama soundtracks. The last song would have been 'Chilly' from the amazing Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms.

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Last movie: I honestly don't remember. I do remember watching and really enjoying The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity, though!

Currently watching: I mean...

And this isn't even all of them, because I also have Dream of Chang'an (Stand by Me), Venus in the Sky, Lost You Forever, and the Bleach anime open and ready to watch. Also, I am rewatching Mysterious Lotus Casebook because I'm making lots and lots of gifs.

Currently reading: I don't really read much anymore. (I'm sure you can tell why. XD) I have @shamera's fic open to read, though! Just need to find the time.

Currently working on: I've finished the sketch for a Fang Duobing drawing and I'm hoping to get the lineart done today. (That way I can maybe paint it this weekend.)

I'll be drawing a companion Li Lianhua piece on the same paper once I'm done with that. I recently finished a Di Feisheng drawing, but I didn't like the paper I did it on so I don't know if I want to post it. I've finished the sketch and lineart for a drawing of Tinn from Laws of Attraction. I need to find time to colour that (with markers).

I also finished and lined characters from The Legend of Anle( 1) and Heroes (2). Colouring and painting always take me much more time, so I usually leave that till later/the weekend. Other than all the drawings I'm working on my protective!Fang Duobing gif collection. As of now we're at 112 gifs from 30 episodes.

Currently obsession: LOL. Mysterious Lotus Casebook. The fact I'm working on three drawings and have already finished 100+ gifs in like two weeks should be enough of a clue, I think.

As usual, I'll tag the last few people I either followed or became mutuals with: @heyyo-heyyo , @thefakefangirl , @khahahahahahah , @purplexedhuman , @wangxianbunnydoodles , @dancing-out-in-space

(Please play if you want to!)

And anyone who wants to participate!

#mysterious lotus casebook #laws of attraction #cdrama #cdrama art #fang duobing #tag game #Youtube

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Stories Chapter 5

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

Summary: In which Steve takes a few friends paint shopping and makes an awkward comment to try ensuring 2 know he's a safe space

authors note is added at the end

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"So let me get this right," Robin started, clearly ready to rant as Steve led her, Eddie and Will into the home decoration store. "You scoff and let both me and Eddie go through subtly bringing redecorating up to you, act like it all has to be theoretical and are now, not a week later, taking not just us but Will off to get paints and see how much redoing your bathroom might cost? Why Will? And when did you tell him anything about this when we said no kids involved?"

Steve shrugged at her. "I need him to help with a couple rooms. He's just getting the tiny pots of paint and all I've decided on is the bathroom and colours I'd like the rooms to be. Also you two decided to do it that way because you knew I'm just as likely to try making my house fit your tastes as I am to let the kids take over if they try to."

"It's my turn to be Steve's favourite anyway. Dustin and Max keep refusing to let anyone else have the chance." Will agreed.

Eddie grinned,nodding at the statement before nudging Steve. "Come on then. Tell us why Will is oh so essential to your home redesign? What can't the three of us achieve?"

"A decent looking mural. I've asked him to do two and his sketches after I tried describing my idea when I called the Byers last night look awesome already." He explained easily.

That gets him a frown and Eddie reaching for his bag, forgetting it was left in Steve's car. "I'll show you that I could do that later." He states instead.

The other three all pause at that before Steve smiles widely. "Better idea. I'll commission you to do a painting I can get framed to replace the one in the dining room. I know you've been covering my parents portrait up every time you're around. Work with Will if you want ideas of what will work since one of the murals is opposite it."

Robin smiled at him now, her teasing annoyance over the redecorating plans going differently than she expected forgotten in curiosity over what he'd chosen. "Come on, give us the list of colours we're looking for. I know you have one if you did this planning without us." she nudged his shoulder. "And I want to see what you decided."

"Only so I can have some peace in here: Have some swatches to find. Eddie gets some too and we'll split up to see who finds their colours first. Meet at Will in the tester pots section." He offered them over, not bothering to explain the stars indicating the colours he wanted. It seemed clear enough that neither of his friends would try getting all the colours on a swatch.

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Steve was last to meet up with them and by the time he did he was muttering under his breath, more frustrated than he would be by an out of the blue demand for a lift from Henderson that could have been mentioned far earlier.

"Were those colours that difficult to find?" Robin began, ready to tease but hesitating so she could check on him.

"The bathroom fitters don't give straight answers and didn't much like me saying I could go to a gay bar and get clearer replies than their hemming." He grumbled. "In good news, I should be able to afford to get the bathroom I want done. In annoying news, I'm going to have to find anywhere but here to do it since they seem to be homophobes as well as missing braincells."

Robin nodded slowly, ignoring Will and Eddie staring as if utterly confused by the sentence Steve just shared. "So you can have your corner tub deep into the floor of your bathroom?"

"That I can. Also either of you know if there actually is a gay bar around? So I can see if anyone there has recommendations for plumbers or bathroom refitting?" Steve continued glancing from Robin to Eddie.

At both of them shaking their heads in disbelief and Robin elbowing him again he dropped the subject with another grin. He'd checked before speaking at all that the area was empty of people other than their group and kept speaking quietly the entire time, but had deliberately mentioned it, trying to confirm he was safe to both Eddie and Will. It had been something he'd thought about recently when Robin mentioned she hadn't come out to anyone other than him and didn't want to just over a crush; that in a place like Hawkins, even with their trauma bonded family, his friends still couldn't be sure everyone was safe and Steve knew that even if he couldn't make everyone prove themselves accepting, he could at least make himself a safe place for others.

Eddie grinned back at him. "Can't say I do, not any that's nearby at least,but we could get recommendations from around the trailer park. I know who's cool already and even if you get overcharged for rich area privilege I bet it'd be cheaper than somewhere like here, looking for the wealthy home renovators, quoted." He offered instead.

"Mum and Hopper probably have some recommendations too." Will quietly spoke up, holding his sketchbook up for Steve to see before pointing out various tester pots in the colours he wanted. "How many of these can I have for the mural?"

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"Do homes really take this much paint? It looks like there's no way you could ever use all of this." Eddie groaned, looking over the checkout with all the paints they'd collected over it.

Steve shrugged, "Not a clue, but I did check guides on how much a can will cover for the amounts I asked you to get of each colour and as you're all fond of reminding me, my house is big."

"I'm drawing pictures on your walls and then filling the gaps in if you seriously think I can stand just painting a wall in one colour." Eddie warned, grinning to show it was mostly teasing.

He got a laugh in reply. "That's why we've got paint rollers to make it quicker to do, but sure, go wild with it and see if the things you draw can still be spotted after everything is the same colour."

"Hey Dingus, stop chatting and help with putting this all back in the trolley. I swear your brat got a mini pot of every colour in existence." Robin grabbed their attention from where his paints were now being scanned.

"Will isn't a brat. He's an occasionally brutal angel compared to the rest of them, except maybe El." Steve corrected while squeezing past the trolley to help as requested.

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"So this is actually being made into a home after all these years?" Hopper asked, stood outside of Steve's house only there to drop Will off but smiling and clearly ready to wait and chat if he wasn't about to volunteer to help with the painting.

Steve nodded, "Doesn't seem real, but apparently believing it's my biggest challenge yet."

Most of their group would argue, point to Russians or anything the Upside down had thrown at them to contradict him, but Hop just sighed. "Guess so. Making big changes deliberately instead of letting them happen around you is always tough."

"I did want to ask you something though." Steve hesitated now, knowing Hopper was the best person to ask the thought that had been in his head since he spoke to Jonathan about owning his home, but unsure if it would change anything.

He got a nod encouraging him to continue after a moments silence though. "Is there a way to contact Doctor Owens? The fact I have this place and nobody else seemed to get quite this much doesn't sit right so I want to challenge the unfairness with him."

"I've got a number for him but most of the time he just shows up after everything has gone to shit and been fought back." Hopper admits, moving towards the house. "But for now, let's get at least part of your house properly painted. I bet none of your friends have ever painted a wall in your lives."

Steve grinned at him, "No, but it doesn't seem too hard. We are just aiming for a flat colour, other than Will."

"You'd think so, but I'll show you the knack to it." Hopper grinned, rolling his shoulders and following the noise of voices through to Steve's living room.

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Having new colours on the walls unnerved Steve. He'd be doing something and then pause wondering why the light was different for a moment before remembering. It felt kind of ridiculous to realise but just repainting the walls changed how the house felt completely.

"What's going on?" Dustin stared at the hallway through to the living room as if something would attack him.

This was the first clue and only possibility that the kids beyond Will would realise Steve owned the house early and he'd mentally been preparing himself to tell the most useful lie in avoiding demands to interfere.

"My parents barged in last week, said this friend of theirs was saying how unfashionable their decor was of the flat they keep in the city so apparently every property including this house needs redecorating urgently." Steve groused. "I'm just hoping it stops with repainting."

"Does that include your room? Cause anything has to be better than that wallpaper." Dustin immediately asks. "Actually, can I see how they've done your room? I need to judge it."

"They haven't done anything to it yet but they will and hell no. You lost any chance to look around when you decided to snoop and invade my privacy when I wasn't even here. You are restricted to the living room alone." Steve countered, unsurprised when he felt someone leaning over his shoulder a moment later. Honestly part of him wanted to show off the changes, and forget about Dustin rooting through his notebooks but Will had started with the mural in his room. If the ruse that this was dictated by his parents was going to continue then none of the other kids could see that.

Eddie had been in the kitchen with Robin catching up and joking about their dream homes so both had probably heard that Dustin had arrived for Hellfire now.

"Yes Dusty-buns, a few weeks does not erase the memory of that. Why are you here an hour early anyway?" Eddie cooed, reaching over Steve's shoulder to remain draped on him while messing up Dustin's hair.

"Will keeps mentioning coming round to help Steve with something and I'm his little brother. I should be the one doing all this helping." He glared at them, ready to argue just as much as actually ask what Steve needs help for that he wouldn't be approached about first.

Steve grinned at that too, shrugging as he headed through to where Hellfire would soon be playing. "Don't think you can, Henderson. The Byers are the experts in art and photography. You're my audio and tech expert and honestly, the sound system I have is already good and the radio works fine."

"So what? You're actually getting a say in what's done?" Dustin scoffed. "That means you need my help even more. Let me see your room a so I can-"

"Shut up. So you can shut up cause whatever say Steve does or doesn't get in how anything is decorated does not need dictating by you, shithead." Eddie interrupted, pushing off Steve to shove Dustin through to the living room.

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authors note: No I don't know or remember what I thought Steve spoke with the bathroom dept about, just that the comments online about lesbians being good at home repairs was in my head. The idea that that's how Steve tries to show Eddie and Will he's either an ally or part of the lgbtq+ is now just a scene I love because of its awkwardness

Chapter 6

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #will byers #jim hopper #dustin henderson #redecorating

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