#what a blessing that was kiki

[inthesecretgardens]

I love ranting somewhere public like tumblr it’s very nice for my thoughts to go somewhere in the void

[witch128chick]

Oh man, oh boy. Do i have a LOT to say.

Clouds on the Horizon

This is so scary tbh

And that orange lighting in the episode, especially at the end was so eerie too. Foreshadowing smth deep and serious

Also it really is deep if you think about it. When everything is coloured in orange it happens during a sunset right? When the day ends. Here, smth is about to end too. Hope is getting lost, lives are in danger and everyone is scared of the dark. Basically it's as if we're waiting for night to hit when no one knows what will happen

"Stop talking to me" Kiki you were so real for that

GIRRRLLLLL

She has more power than she should. So glad her reign is coming to an end

Stringbean 🥺

All the guessings about Luz's palisman were sm fun!

This frame breaks me every time. Luz looks so sad and tired and all she wants is for her loved ones to be safe. She'll go save her girlfriend. And now she wants to make sure her owl mom will be safe too

Also the fairy lights really said 🎳

Friends!!!!!

Such a sweet moment 🥺

She was nervous to see her girlfriend and wanted to look her best for her. Bless her heart

Before i say anything. Gotta praise the voice acting here. Her voice breaking was so emotional and i was crying with her

Amity isn't asking for much. She wants to know if her girlfriend is safe and she wants to be heard. She knows the truth and wants to help people. She wants to do the right thing but she feels hopeless. And what helps her to cheer up? The thought of Luz.

"We can shout as loud as we want but money will always shout louder". Em you're soooo so right. Sadly.

Also. I can't not laugh at the fact that Ed is all roughed up while Em is perfectly fine after trying to burn the factory down. This just fits their dynamic sm. It ✨️makes sense✨️

Aaand here we have the sweet moment of reunion 🥺😭 this whole scene is extremely beautiful

Also this is my header here on tumblr 😌 truly an adorable Lumity moment

I'm not done yet! Give me a few minutes and i'll be back <3

[immortal-archives]

Every starting villager of Phoenix drop! Explanations and backstory ahead:

Brendan and Kiki are identical twins hailing from Tu’la. Their family moved to Ru’aun after discovering that Kiki had magicks. They became farmers near Brightport. Their canon backstory proceeded from there. Eventually, Brendan went across the channel to meet new people. Kiki followed him.

Kiki used to look more like Brendan, but eventually grew out her hair and dyed it to look more feminine. She always has a little something for her animals in her bag. Kiki doesn’t stay in the village full-time, as she likes acquiring new animals for her stand.

Molly is a middle-aged woman who lives in the maiden house. Her partner, Dale, lives in the guard tower with their son Brian. For various reasons, they aren’t married yet— mainly, because marriage is incredibly expensive and living together unmarried is very dangerous in Ru’aun. But the two of them make the best of it. They’ve been scrounging together money so that they can afford a priest from Brightport to bless their marriage. Brian loves his parents, and wants to be a guard like his dad. Dale hopes Brian gets stationed in a richer village, even if he’ll miss his son. He won’t leave though— Phoenix Drop is his home

Emmalyn was born in Phoenix Drop not all that long ago. In her 20’s, she’s the youngest resident after Brian and Zenix. Her parents died to the undead when she was just a baby. But she grew a love for knowledge, and decided to pursue being a researcher. She left for Scaleswind to go to university, staying with her aunt. Now, she runs the library where she collects all sorts of books. Her current specialty is in curses and the various magical creatures of Ru’aun; however, she has many more books in her collection. Perhaps, even some from the time of Irene…

Zenix was a boy found by Garroth at 13 years old. He was incredibly malnourished and scared all the time. He often used to attack Garroth out of fear. But eventually, he realized he was safe in the village. Garroth says he doesn’t have to do anything at all, but Zenix decided to become a guard to pay him back for his kindness. His eyes turned permanently red at a certain point, but he seemed to have better control over his emotions. Garroth was glad to see he was getting better. He had no idea what Zenix actually did

Garroth is the mystery guard of Phoenix Drop that we all know and love. His cover story is that he grew up in Brightport with Azura— if anyone asks her, that’s what she says. He doesn’t like saying that himself as he feels bad lying— but will if directly asked. His number one priority has always been the safety of the village and its people. He’s never asked anyone to work, instead believing that what needs to get done will because it must happen. So far, the village is scraping by. But as every day passes, more money hemorrhages from the village’s savings and more people jump ship for a village that isn’t dying. In desperation, he turns to a hired contractor… to hire her for the unaskable task of running the village.

Most days, you’ll find Stephanie spinning wool into yarn. It was a good way to pass the time, and earn a little extra change for her eventual wedding. She’d been born in Brightport alongside her sister Merida— but she went across the channel after being charmed by Corey. Corey was from Scaleswind, and came to Phoenix Drop many years ago to look for emerald mines. Eventually, the meager ore deposits dried up. But he didn’t return home— he was charmed by the young woman from Brightport that he met. So he stayed, and became the village’s carpenter. Now he creates furniture, fencing, and whatever other strange thing the new lord needs

Lydia was born more inland. She was an orphan, kept in the orphanage. Her passion was for singing, and she had a beautiful preforming voice. However, there was no way for her to pursue this; singing was not considered real work, and she could not support herself. When she turned ten, as all orphans do, she was kicked onto the street. The only maiden houses in the village were brothels, or houses where the family of the woman pays for her stay. Because of this, she turned and left. It’s a miracle she survived all those years of traveling. But eventually, she came across Phoenix Drop; a village that asked nothing of her, and she asked nothing of it but a home. She’s now fiercely protective of the village and of other women in her situation; she will befriend women and direct them into their village to get them out of their circumstances. Garroth is happy to accommodate them.

[una-hopeless-romantic1118]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: by this part, it’s been a few weeks after Y/N and Warren met on the yacht. a little snippet of how karen and y/n met bc they’re platonic soulmates and they’re both badass

timeline: ep. 3 (band is still in hiatus)

here’s the good stuff y’all signed up for :p

Part 1   

This chapter: Part 2   

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (in the works!)

Epilogue

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warnings (of this chapter): sexual tension, warren being horny, reader being horny, smoking, angst, cursing, drinking. 

summary (of this chapter): weeks has passed and Warren still found himself pinning over a stranger, and Y/N, realizing the cost of fame, found herself bound to be lonely for as long she succeeds under the limelight. Will she take a chance at love? Or is her career too much of a blessing that she can’t risk ruining over anything?

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•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────• 

Interviewer: So how did you and Y/N meet?

Karen: Uh, *chuckling* it was all thanks to a shitty driver that just...had to drop me off in the middle of nowhere.

I was supposedly, on my way to the boys’ house for the first time. I had no clue where I was, nor did I have people to ask around for help. It was literally in the middle of nowhere. Just sand, and drought. 

But if it weren’t him, I would’ve never gotten a ride from that woman in a purple polka-dotted bikini who had clearly just gone out of the water from a nearby beach.

*her eyes widen playfully at the camera* If it weren’t for that arse driver, I would’ve never met my best mate.

Interviewer: What was your relationship like afterwards?

Karen: *grinning* How’d she describe it?

Interviewer: *slight chuckling* She said “like two schoolgirls who never grew up.”

Karen: *nodding* Sounds about right. *she chuckles*

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“He’s been drooling about you every damn day, Y/N!” Karen whisper-shouted into the telephone. “This is witchcraft you placed on this man. Never seen him so quiet and...smiley.”

Y/N imagined her friend to be on her bed with the telephone. The conversation was about Warren, who Y/N found out was Karen’s bandmate that, she quotes, “uses his dick as a compass.” Whenever they talked about Warren, with Y/N’s obnoxious pleadings, Karen would take the telephone to her bedroom, where Warren and the boys can’t hear.

Karen flipped on her back. “I think you’re a maniacal genius, love, but isn’t this too far? A crime of some sort?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked with a mouthful of chips. After swallowing, possibly too fast, she coughs out. “My name is Flora, though.”

“Are you alright?” Karen chuckled at her friend, who goes on to have a coughing fit on the other end of the telephone.

She continues anyways. “Y/N, love, ... he’s going to get hurt.”

“What happened to his dick being his compass?” Y/N, teary eyed from the coughs, drags herself out of bed to her kitchen to get a glass of water. She takes a long drink before getting herself back to the phone. “Honestly, I think he’ll just throw a tantrum, get drunk, and his dick will reactivate. There’s more of me he can find and fuck. No biggie.”

“No biggie?” Karen repeated, disbelief sending her to sit up. “He’s been looking everywhere for you! Pestering me about some Flora that worked for Y/N L/N—Also! Took me a while to piece it all together, y’know! You’re a pain in the arse for this!”  

“Calm down, hun.” Y/N giggled. “I thought it was fun.”

“He’ll think otherwise, Y/N!” Karen scolded. “You don’t know the effect you have on this man.”

“Oh, I do.” She reassured. “I still think it’s funny.”

Y/N took her friend’s frustrated groans as a way to explain herself. “Don’t worry, Kiki,” she insisted with a laugh. “I’ll have enough designing to do that I’ll be stuck in my condo for months. He won’t see me anywhere in parties any time soon either. By the end of this season, he’ll forget all about me.” 

There was only silence now, Y/N could only picture her friend on the other end constructing a plan on how she could possibly restrain her for being so reckless.

“I’m gonna go surf till I come out like a pruny grandma,” she informed her. “Wanna come over?”

“I’ll come over after lunch.” Karen yawned. “You’ll be pruny enough then, yes?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Alright, until then, I’ve got some errands to run for my three sons.”

The friends said their good-byes and love-yous before ending their call. 

The beach was right outside her condo, ready for Y/N to surf in and relax, but she didn’t head out immediately after the call.

One thing Y/N knew too well about, was how hard it was to be noticed.

Sure she had the fame, the money, the success, the perfect condo with the beach for her backyard. But in the height of her success, Y/N is lonely, and no one notices. 

Her designs and her fame so easily drowned her in the background. Because it wasn’t her who mattered to them, at least, not who she really was as a person. Her art were an extension of herself, but the fans don’t see that. Not really. Her private life was empty, filled with no one to celebrate her successes with.

So maybe that’s why she depends so much on her fame—it’s all she really has.

Her family is all the way in France. And while they loved each other, Y/N would much rather die than ask them to accompany her, or for her to go back home just for their company.

Because she can’t admit she’s lonely. She can’t admit how miserable she really feels, even to her friends. The guilt of asking them for their company feels like desperation to Y/N.

Maybe she regrets putting off a love life. How long did she expect to be working like this, anyways?

So then she goes to her vinyl player to play something. The Six album, to be precise, and she pays attention to nothing else but the drums in the background, who were also easily drowned out.

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Interviewer: While Karen visited Y/N that day, what were you doing?

Warren: *chuckling and shaking his head* Karen never visited her that day.

Interviewer: ...What do you mean?...

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Warren paces around the porch of the blue beach house with a folded piece of paper to fidget with.

He unfolds the piece of paper to reread the address written.

It was her address. Flora’s. Long-awaited, that was for sure, and Karen just figured out her address for him as if she knew it all along.

The neighborhood was nice, and from examining the cars and the people coming in and out of the houses, it was a rich neighborhood. It looks very unlikely for someone who just works for a fashion designer to be living in something like this. 

Suddenly, he hears clicking inside, like a locked doorknob trying to be opened. When it stops, he hears a sliding door open and close promptly. 

Then, nearing barefoot footsteps. “Sorry you had to wait!” There was giggling behind this door, and Warren watches the doorknob turn, and ultimately the door opened to a soaked and rosy-cheeked Flora in a white, two piece bikini.

Warren took note of the wide smile she had on when she opened the door, but it seemed to disappear once she saw who was behind it.

“Hey, Flora.” He managed to say, breathlessly. He does everything in his power not to stare too long at her dripping body, not missing the thin, golden chains with charms of stars around her waist, and how that bikini hugged her body the right wa— 

Y/N closed her agape mouth and forced a small smile. “Um, hey!” She greeted awkwardly. 

Silence filled them both. The wind breezed at them and at the palm trees around the neighborhood, accompanied by a gray sky.

Y/N’s body shuddered in response, and Warren couldn’t help but laugh at her body’s reaction.

She laughs along with him. “I’m sorry, do you want to come in? It looks like it’s gonna rain in a bit.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He accepted the invitation, maybe a little too eagerly. 

“I’ll mop the floors in a bit, just watch your step.”

Warren obliged, making his way to the living room where Y/N motioned him to. 

“I have so many questions,” Y/N snorted. “How’d you find me in the first place?”

“A friend of mine...” Warren sat down carefully, examining his surroundings. “Karen.”

She nods, scoffing like she should’ve seen it coming. 

There were enough evidence for Warren to conclude that a fashion designer owned this place. The rich neighborhood, the rolls of cloth against almost all four walls, the two sewing machines, the bits and cuts of cloth scattered on the table in front of him.

Warren looked up to meet Y/N, who was not at all ashamed for hiding her true identity.

“Surprise!…” She drawled out, carefully because she’s aware of the embarrassment she caused him, but also with no shame that she’s led him on like this.

He shook his head with a small smile, taking into his hand the nearest piece of cloth. “I assumed you were her when you left.” He said, his voice low. “I asked around.”

“Should’ve done that in the first place,” she giggled with her back turned to him as she looks for beer in her fridge. “Now you’re stuck in this mess.”

Warren shrugged, taking the beer from her hands. “You make it sound like it’s the worst thing on the planet.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her glistening legs.

Y/N laughed out. “Drink your beer, Warren. I’ll go shower and we can have a proper conversation like two civilized civilians.”

“Who said we have to be civil?” He insisted further, leaning back on the comfortable couch. “Who said we have to talk at all, I mea—“

“Drink the beer, Warren!” She yelled from down the hallway.

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Warren: She’s got that charm, y’know? I mean, as embarrassing as it was, I was hooked. I didn’t even mind she lied to me at all. Piecing it together and realizing the good friend Karen gushes on so much about, the fashion designer taking over the world with her talents, and Flora, were the Y/N L/N, you couldn’t blame me.

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“How upsetting would it be if I told you the storm is going to last the whole night?” She slumped down beside him on the sofa.

Warren, with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, could only praise God silently for this disastrous weather.

“What makes you think it’s going to last the whole night?”

Y/N squinted her eyes at him sarcastically as the sound of the thunder roared loudly, even inside.

“Noted,” Warren rolled his eyes at her. She was clearly drunk, but Warren can’t help but tease her just for the sassy remarks.

“So, anyways, I was thinking I might get a dog or two.” Y/N brushed the ends of her hair in thought, laying the side of her head on his shoulder. “I’ve wanted dogs for so long, I’m taking you coming here as a sign.”

“I’m flattered.” Warren laughs out.

“You’re very welcome.” She sniffed. 

“Can I ask why?” He chuckled, stubbing out the cigarette to talk to her face to face without blowing smoke at her face. “I’m kind of scared to ask, not gonna lie.”

What he didn’t expect was for her to place her hand atop his head, patting down his hair. “You’re hair.” She smiled sleepily. “I’ve noticed it the first time we met.”

Warren could only laugh at her drooping eyelids. “You tired?”

“No, I’m not tired,” she crossed her arms, turning her body away from him. “I’m wide awake.”

“Baby, you’ve been falling asleep in the middle of your sentences for a while now.” He cooed. “C’mon, I’ll carry you to bed like a man servant.”

“I am not tired,” she insisted.

He tucks a rebellious strands of hair behind her ear. “If you fall asleep here, I’m sleeping on your bed.”

“Don’t you dare,” she drawled out. “My bed is reserved for me only. The only thing you can do it...the only thing you can do to it,” she giggled, “is fluff my pillows. Like a man servant.”

He laughs, with her strands of hair still in his hands. He twirls it around his own fingers gently, careful not to cause her pain. He’s closer than before now, and without her moving her head so much he noticed the constellation of freckles across her cheeks.

When Y/N starts stirring into her first few minutes of sleep, Warren attempts to move his hands beneath her to carry her, only for her to open her eyes again.

“Damn it, Y/N.” He scolded her.

She smiled blissfully, closing her eyes again. “I want you to fuck me.”

Warren stills. For the first time, his first instinct was to move away rather than accept.

He was too scared to move. Did he give her the wrong impression? Not that he didn’t want to fuck her at all, but it’s not right to do so when she’s drunk.

Y/N opens her eyes to find him flushed. “Isn’t that what you wanted in the first place?” She snorted.

“You’re drunk, Y/N.”

She threw her hands up in surrender. “I give you full consent.” 

“It doesn’t matter, you’re not thinking straight.” He goes to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“So...you’re saying you don’t want to fuck me?”

How could someone not? Warren thought miserably to himself. Even in her long, white cardigan that could pass off as a grandmother’s cardigan and black silk sleep dress that revealed most of her soft skin, Warren was ready to take all of her in.

When she’s sober, he convinced himself. If she even feels the same when she is.

Warren’s next move was to wait until she falls asleep and to deny, deny, deny, but Y/N grabbed him by his chin to face her. 

Despite her droopy eyelids, Y/N forced herself to look up at him. His breaths fanning her face were like rescue breaths to her.

She couldn’t help but nudge his beautiful nose against hers, while Warren continued to have an internal battle.

Y/N understood her own rules well, and didn’t fail to acknowledge his respect for her current state.

So all she did was bring him closer by the chin and kissed him deeply. She feels Warren respond obligingly, though, still cautious.

It was a kiss that Y/N could need for the rest of her life, the way his lips reached into hers desperately like how she always wished a man would reach for her. The way his hand cupped the back of her head like how she always wanted to be supported and cared for.

The sudden adrenaline of hope that Warren felt was too much to handle. He never felt the so conflicted over something he’s wanted, but he knew he couldn’t have.

He didn’t want himself holding her back. She has too much potential and talent, he would just make a fool out of himself.

Y/N ended the intimate kiss with a peck on his nose. “For now,” she smiled against his jawline, before she could feel herself tire completely on his shoulder.

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few more parts to come!!

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[dira333]

hi dira !!! 🧡 sending smooches and hope your mini game is as fun for you as it is for us followers to be blessed with 🥰✨ i was thinking of sending shinsou and my lucky number 47? :3 🧡 - @alienaiver ✨

Hi there Nohr! (Currently watching Kiki's delivery service, do you know that? Obsessed with her little black cat).

Ding, ding, ding - your prompt is:

Once thinking that your dad was ten feet tall

To Eri, Aizawa is ten feet tall. Shinsou can tell from all the pictures she draws, her father a long, dark, noodle-like figure.

It looks ridiculous, he knows, but he can't help but feel it too, that sense of safety he gets from looking at it. Like there's no danger, no threat too big or mean or gruesome, that Aizawa cannot overcome. For them.

But Shinsou has grown up already. He's familiar with the cold reality of the world. Aizawa might be taller than average, but he's no giant. There are real threats out there, big and mean and gruesome, that Aizawa cannot overcome. They've already taken his eye, his leg, his friend.

Growing up means longing to be a child again. To believe wholeheartedly in those you love.

"What are you drawing, pumpkin?" He asks, tapping his fingertips against the bright orange barrettes in Eri's white hair.

"Family!" She exclaims proudly.

On the white, slightly crinkled paper, Shinsou easily recognizes the light blue figure that resembles Eri. She's small and round, a stark contrast to the long black streak that's holding her hand. She grabs another crayon, a dark purple one, and draws another long line. Two lines for the arms, some shoes and some hands. Eri draws her brother just as tall as Aizawa. Ten feet tall.

His heart feels like a little sun in his chest, full of lightness and warmth.

As long as he can feel that way, he can still conquer the cold of reality.

[xerith-42]

who is your favorite side or background character(s) and why?

Favorite background character is easily this guy

One scene, no lines, just some garbles and screaming, he did fantastic. Absolutely zero notes.

Favorite side character is Kiki. I think Kiki is one of the most done dirty mcd characters, which is really saying something, and what she has is great and could be so much better. Her introduction is actually really good, she shows up, has some hamsters, and then is there. Brendan mentions her once or twice, and she's sown to be in great distress when her brother is injured. Basic character stuff, but a solid foundation for a character.

And in episode 12 she gets this really great exchange with Aph where she learns that Aph's hamster is getting bigger and Aph didn't tell her. When Aph tries to deflect with the logic "It's a big hamster, who gives a shit", Kiki very politely and reasonably asks if she can visit Aph's house to check up on that hamster. It shows Kiki's kindness, her love for animals, and her overall nature.

And then when Aph tries to tell her no, Kiki, the Chad, literally says

I like this!! I like this a lot!! I think it's a great moment of characterization for Kiki that establishes that she's a stubborn woman who can take no for an answer, but won't if she doesn't want to. She's stubborn, resilient, and has a total soft spot for animals. I can absolutely understand how literally anyone falls in love with her, I love Kiki so fucking much. (also her laugh is sooooo cute no wonder she got nicknamed for it)

I have a lot of thoughts about the whole situation between her and Zane (which most of you have probably already read given it's one of the most popular posts on my side blog (shameless plug)), but there's one thing I really wish we got to understand. Which is why does Kiki even like or trust Zane in the first place? Clearly she's got a good head on her shoulders and a good sense of what she wants, so why don't we even get one scene where she says something specific about why she's infatuated with Zane all of a sudden?

I checked her wiki page just to be sure and they don't even mention Zane on there once. Kiki is a character who doesn't necessarily need center stage because she is a side character, but that whole situation was so fucked up that it feels criminal that she was never given top billing afterwards, even for just a single episode. She gets a lot of great moments in Season 1, I'm really fond of the detail of her releasing all her animals so they can use her barn as an armory during the fight against Scaleswind, that might just be my favorite scene with Kiki. And after that... we get nothing!

Pretty sure her daughter was given more screen time in season 2 than she was.

It sucks that she got shafted and her biggest scene in Season 2 isn't even her scene, it's Thorgi's (sorry to remind you all of that). We NEVER get a scene where she gets to express any feelings on Zane, or him being gone, or him coming back, or her relationship with Garroth and how that's changed, or how she might have a strange relationship with Vylad as a result (oh I could make a whole post out of that...), we just stop getting good stuff out of Kiki after season 1 which is a damn shame.

TLDR: Kiki is a literal blessing onto this world and we don't deserve her.

[kikiswriting7]

Take a Chance ✵ JJK ✵ MYG - 2

✵ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✵Summary: Y/N just move across the world to start her University. She is paired with a roommate who is complete social butterfly and makes a bet, Y/N needs to take more chances. And at the hint of her new found friend, her social and romantic life take a dramatic turn.

✵Tags/Warnings: Smut, College AU, red flag, sexual tension. angst, dirty talking, drinking, friends with benefits, full of cliches, friends to lover, temptation

✵Notes: Hi Guys this is chapter 2! Smaller chapter this one but just felt like the right place to end it. Hopefully I can put out something else again soon! Thank you to whoever took their time to read it! Let me know what you guys think so far! Its very motivating and it might help figure out where to take some things hahah anyway....

lots of love, Kiki

CHAPTER 2 - STARLIGHT

Friday flew by like it was on fast-forward. Between binge-watching some new show on Streaming and sneaking in daytime naps, the day just slipped away before I knew it. It was a decent distraction from thinking about Jungkook and the upcoming get-together tomorrow. I can't say I was nervous, but I definitely wasn't thrilled either. I just don’t want to miss out on any potential friendships, specially as we are all just starting university. Plus, it was kind of a relief that Yoongi hadn't reached out again. But in the long run, I’m  not sure if that was a blessing or a curse. We hadn't really talked much, but his presence in my mind was getting as big as Jungkook's, despite our limited interactions.

Even though I was nursing a hangover, I'm definitely more of a night owl. So, when I finally heard Gabi retreat to her room late into the evening, I took it as my cue to escape the confines of my dark cave,  in search of something to eat. As I reached the kitchen in the dim light, the glow from the fridge was the only thing illuminating the room.

But, of course, there was nothing to eat. I had planned to do my weekly shopping this afternoon, but my not-so-healthy hangover coping mechanisms got in the way. My options are either starve until morning or make a quick run to the late-night shop that was a couple of blocks from the aparmtent. I guess my stomach made the decision for me. With hunger gnawing at my insides, I grabbed a jacket and shoes to tame the gremlin monster within.

February nights were always chilly, and tonight was no exception. As I made my way quickly to the night shop, I could see my breath forming puffs of vapor in the cold air. The neon sign declaring "OPEN!" in bright letters was a welcome sight in the darkness, the only sign of life at this hour. Inside, I quickly gathered what I deem essentials: ramen, cheese, chocolate, and a few candies. Balancing everything in my arms, I cursed myself for not grabbing a basket on my way in.

The last item on my list was chilling behind the glass door of the fridge. Great, how the hell am I going to reach that? Just as I pondered my options, and thinking how I should be recruited for the circus with my balancing skills, someone stepped in front of me. Perfect timing! "Hey, excuse me, could you grab the one on the top row for me?" I asked, only for my voice to falter when I realized it was Yoongi.

Oh God.

Obviously, he had to catch me in raccoon mode, scavenging for snacks at night. Just perfect. But to my surprise, he smiled softly, effortlessly grabbing the soda for me. He breezed past me like I was a wisp of smoke and headed to the cashier. It took me a moment to shake off my dumbfoundedness and follow him to the register.

Yoongi had already bought cigarettes from the cashier and was on his way out without saying much. I hastily dumped my items on the counter, tapping my foot impatiently as the old man processed my purchase, as if it would make him do it any faster. Why did Yoongi leave without saying anything? Was him walking me home just a courtesy? Does he think I’m annoying? Than why did he text me? Or bring me hangover medicine?

Once the transaction was done, I practically threw my card at the machine and rushed outside. The cold air hit me like a slap in the face, but it was the smell of cigarettes that brought me back to reality. Yoongi was leaning against the wall, seemingly unfazed by the cold. "Took you long enough. I almost finished my cigarette," he remarked, taking one last drag.

"Just making sure my raccoon tendencies were satisfied," I replied, cringing internally at my own words. Yeah, maybe I should join the circus, but as a clown instead.

Did he just laugh? "Let's go, I'll walk you back," he said, tossing the cigarette butt and offering his arm. Shivering, I took it, feeling the warmth of his hand emediatly envelop mine. We walked in silence, the only sound being our footsteps echoing in the night.

“Thanks for walking me back, even though you didn't have to," I said, pulling away as we reached the apartment building, the warmer spot on my side suddenly feeling more empty without his touch.

"Don't mention it. I live just a block away.” He motions to the end of the street “It's on the way," he replied casually, giving me a small smile.

"Good night, Yoongi," I said with a small smile, unlocking the door.

As I step inside, I hear him call out, "Wait! You forgot something." Oh, what did I do now? I turn to see him holding out a can. "Cheers. Good night," he says, giving me a side smile before disappearing into the night.

Despite the chill in the air, my heart felt warm. Maybe there was more to Yoongi than meets the eye, even if we barely exchanged words.

As I slowly emerge from the depths of sleep, my face feels puffy, undoubtedly a consequence of the late-night binge I indulged in to quiet the restless beast within. Groaning, I peel my eyes open, , the sounds of chatter and music drift in from outside my room, beckoning me to join the waking world. Still groggy, I reach for my phone to check the time, only to find a spam of unread messages from Gabi and Eli in a new group chat.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I open the thread unread messages in a new group chat with Gabi and Eli. My thumb hovered over the screen. They were going back and forth with outfit ideas, and Gabi had apparently summoned our other friend over for a get-ready session. Ah, so that explains the commotion outside

Taking my time, I will eventually emerge from my room. Today, I didn't linger in bed as long as I usually do on my days off, but I also didn't feel compelled to rush out the door any faster than necessary. I opt for a nice and long shower, I focus on washing away the lingering scent of smoke that clung to my hair from standing near Yoongi while he smoked last night, even if only briefly.

With my earphones in, I manage to finish styling my hair and applying makeup within a reasonable timeframe. I settle on a pair of black jeans and a cozy black sweater, striking a balance between not looking like a complete slob and not appearing to put in too much effort for him. After all, I'm doing this for my friends, not for Jungkook.

Just as I put the finishing touches on my appearance, my phone screen lights up with a message from Jungkook, his number still unceremoniously saved as digits I haven't mustered the courage to add to my contacts.

"Hey, I'll be there in about 10 minutes. Bringing some beers and chips," 

the text buzzes on my phone.

"Ok,"

 "I will let the girls know,"

I add before slipping my phone back into my pocket.

With a sigh, I rise from my bed, knowing it's time to join the party already underway in our living room. Eli and Gabi are probably impatiently waiting for me.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Eli's voice greets me as I enter, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I was honestly starting to worry you forgot about us!" Gabi chimes in, her expression a mix of mock, and amusement.

"How could I forget when you guys have been screaming since 3 in the afternoon?" I retort, flopping down onto the couch beside Gabi and reaching for her cup of wine. I take a sip, grimacing at the taste. I guess we're not drinking for the flavor.

"Jungkook is arriving in about 10 minutes. He just texted me," I inform them casually.

Their reaction is immediate, a chorus of excited squeals that make me roll my eyes.

They both look stunning, dressed as if they're ready to hit the club. Eli's in a short black dress that accentuates her figure, paired with tights and I am guessing, th unfamiliar pair of boots by the door. Her makeup is flawless, making her stand out even more. Gabi, on the other hand, rocks a more casual club look with cargo pants and a cropped long-sleeved shirt that somehow manages to make her look taller. And then there's me, dressed like I'm about to run errands, in black trousers and a sweater.

"I honestly don't understand what you guys see in him. Why all this commotion? He's just a guy," I remark, trying to sound nonchalant.

"My dearest friend," Gabi says, snatching her cup back from my hand, "I think you need a new pair of eyes if you don't think he's hot."

"Also, I heard he's a really sweet guy," Eli adds with a shy smile.

As if on cue to prevent me from saying anything else, the doorbell rings.

Okay, let the games begin.

Gabi springs from her seat like a coiled spring, rushing to the door as if staying outside for more than two seconds might spell disaster. "JungKook, it's so nice that you came!" she practically shrieks, enveloping the waiting man in a hug. He responds with a brief pat on her back before she releases him. "Please come in, and welcome to our humble abode."

He steps inside, taking in the modest living room, which consists of two couches, a coffee table, and a TV. Despite our attempts at decoration, with nice lamps and Gabi's fairy lights, some of the lights were already falling off. Gabi gestures for him to join us, and he makes his way over, greeting both Eli and me.

The atmosphere is palpably awkward, and I'm already counting down the minutes until this evening is over. Time to employ my expertise: finding an excuse to leave, even if just for a few moments. "I'll go get a drink for myself in the kitchen," I announce, not wanting to draw too much attention as Gabi engages in small talk about his day and the aftermath of Thursday's party.

Just as I'm about to reach the haven of the kitchen, I hear Jungkook rise from his seat. "Oh, I completely forgot! I brought chips and beer. Let me go grab them and put some beers in the fridge." Just my luck.

"No worries! It's the door that Y/N just went through," Gabi directs him, returning to her conversation with Eli about some troublesome teacher they both had.

I manage to grab a new glass from the cupboard when I hear Jungkook approach from behind. "Hey," I manage, awkwardness oozing from my every word.

"Hey!" He smiles, his eyes bright and lively, a far diferent from the subdued party on Thursday. "Uh, I was wondering, where can I leave this stuff?" He gestures towards the packages of chips and the pack of beer.

"Oh! Yeah, of course! You can leave them in the freezer right there to make them colder faster for you!" I point to the fridge at the opposite end of the kitchen. He moves with such confidence, it's almost... captivating. I catch myself staring for a moment too long.

When he's finished putting everything away, I notice he left one beer out from his pack. "Oh, wait before you open that," I say, swiftly stepping in front of him to open the fridge again. "You can take one of these; they're already cold." I grab one of the beers and the bottle of wine we already had chilling in the fridge, handing him the new can.

We're closer than I'd like again. How is it that I've found myself in this situation for the second time in under a week?

"Guys, why's it taking so long?!" Gabi's voice pierces through the awkward silence from the living room.

I seize the opportunity to make a quick exit. Grabbing two bowls and splitting the chips between them, only to have Jungkook follow right behind. In the living room I find Gabi and Eli sitting comfortably around the cofee table.

"Okay, so," Gabi starts, gesturing for us to take our seats opposite each other, "Eli and I checked out the parties downtown, but they're all lame. We figured we could just hang here and have some drinks instead."

"Ah, that's a shame," Jungkook pouts slightly. "Maybe we could go for a walk to the beach later? It's such nice weather outside."

I doubt a February night beach trip would be ideal, but I nod along. "Yeah, some fresh air sounds good," rolling my eyes inwardly at Eli's suggestion. Of course she would think so.

As the night wears on, we chat about our first week of classes and play some silly drinking games Gabi found online. After a couple of hours laughing and enjoying the company,  the drinks disappear faster than I expected, and soon Jungkook stands up, suggesting the beach stroll.

"Time for that beach walk," he says, offering a hand to Eli and Gabi. With a almost no effort, they're off the couch. When he extends his hand to me, I take it, surprised by his strength. My heart flutters, but I push the feeling aside. Eli clearly has a thing for him, and I can't afford to catch any sort of feelings. It just rather unfortunate – for me- that he is in fact a sight for sore eyes.

“Are you ok, B?” Eli asks from the front door. Earlier during the game, she decided that Bestie was too long of a nickname and that B it was.

 The question makes JungKook look back wide eyed to check. As Eli mentioned earlier, yeah, he seems like a sweet guy. I hope it works out between them.

“Oh don’t worry! I was just looking for my phone” and I lift the device on my hand and make my way to join them.

Jungkook was right—the weather is surprisingly pleasant for February. The full moon casts a soft glow over the streets as we make our way to the beach, laughter and chatter filling the air.

"Are they always this energetic?" Jungkook asks with a bunny smile, nodding towards Gabi and Eli.

"Yep," I reply with a chuckle. "Just don't ever give them any caffeine, or we'll never hear the end of it."

He laughs and watches as the girls tumble onto the sand, already deep in conversation. As we walk along the shore, he casually compliments my outfit.

"I thought I was underdressed," I joke, glancing down at our matching attire.

"Well, then I’m glad ewe're in the same boat then," he grins, and we continue our wobbly trek across the sand, joining Gabi and Eli in their laughter-filled oasis.

“Agreed” He laughs and continues to look at the two people party the girls are making while they reach the sand and make their way to a spot closer to the water.

Deciding to sit next to Gabi feels like the safest bet, especially since JungKook has been hitting it off with Eli all night. I settle down in the sand beside my shivering roommate, wrapping my arms around her to offer some warmth.

But my plans are interrupted when JungKook unexpectedly plops down beside me. I shoot Gabi a questioning look, but she just shrugs and lies back, pulling Eli and me down with her.

As we all lie there in silence, listening to the soothing sounds of the sea, JungKook breaks the quiet by pointing to the sky. "See that star over there?" he asks, his voice soft.

I turn to him, surprised by the sudden question. "What?" I inquire, following his gaze.

"That one," he repeats, leaning closer to me. When I look up, I notice a star shining brighter, as if responding to the tip of his finger point it at it.

"Oh, yeah, I think I see it," I murmur, pointing to the same star. He takes my hand, guiding it along a line of stars.

"Along with that one," he says, tracing the constellation. "That's Orion."

“What? I cannot see it! Where is it?”My attention snaps back to reality when Gabi interrupts, completely missing the celestial lesson. I drop JungKook's hand, and our shoulders brush as I turn to her, trying to redirect her gaze to the stars.

“Girl I think you are delusional” she laughs looking back at Eli, who is now dead quiet closer to her “I don’t see shit” she giggles again

"Gabi, pay attention," I joke, lightly tapping her arm. "See those stars there? Connect them with these."

Her eyes light up with understanding. "Oh my God, that's so cool!" she exclaims, giving me an excited slap on the arm. "JK, how the hell do you know this stuff?" she asks, turning to JungKook with curiosity

"Ah, I was in the Navy before university, it was mandatory and I thought it would be better to be done with it sooner rather than later” " JungKook admits, his gaze still fixed on the night sky, lost in memories.

"Wow, I didn't know you were in the military! That's impressive," Gabi says, propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. "How did you like it?"

"It was fun, got to see some cool places, but I'm glad it's over now," he replies, seemingly willing to share but cutting off any further probing from Gabi before she can start.

"I'm getting really cold, guys," Eli announces, sitting up. "Can we go now?" She doesn't sound upset, but her tone lacks the earlier cheer.

"Yeah, I'm freezing too," Gabi agrees, pulling Eli to her feet and starting to walk. JungKook and I follow suit, trailing behind them.

As we make our way back, the alcohol hits me harder than I realized, and I nearly stumble on the sidewalk. JungKook's hand tightens around mine, steadying me.

"Jungkook..." I begin, but he interrupts.

"First of all, don't call me by my full name unless you're mad. We're friends, right? JK or something else is fine," he says, brushing sand off my coat and tugging me along

"JungKo—" I start again, but he stops and raises an eyebrow.

“Kook, I will be fine you don’t have to hold my hand” he continues walking when he’s pleased to hear that I called him by a nickname.

“Dice, I'm not letting go until we're home. Last thing I feel like doing is to drag your drunk ass to the ER, after face planting on the hard floor." he quips, continuing to walk.

I sigh, accepting his grip as we slowly make our way back. Despite my inebriation, it's oddly pleasant. We chat about our shared love for trashy TV dramas, realizing we're both hooked on a show that's ending soon..

"Ugh, that sucks," I grumble, frustrated by the finale approaching. "I was really one of the best ones out there right now”

"Yeah, it's a bummer," JungKook agrees, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "But hey, maybe we can find another show to watch together."

I smile at the suggestion, grateful for his attempt to lift the mood despite my drunken state. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

As we enter the warmth of the apartment, the cozy atmosphere envelops us, contrasting with the chill of the night outside. Gabi and Eli are already in the living room, engrossed in conversation. I take a seat on the couch, sinking into the cushions with a relieved sigh. JungKook settles beside me, and I shoot him a grateful smile.

"Thanks for not letting me face-plant on the sidewalk," I say to JungKook, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at my clumsiness.

He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No problem, Dice. Friends look out for each other, right?"

His words warm me from the inside out, and I nod in agreement, appreciating his easygoing nature and the way he effortlessly makes me forget about whatver is going on around me. But maybe that’s just the liquor talking.

Settling into the couch, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Despite the alcohol-induced haze clouding my thoughts, I'm surrounded by the comforting presence of my new friends, and all I can think right now is how resting my eyes would be amazing.

Gabi and Eli's conversation fades into the background as I lean back against the cushions, letting the fatigue of the evening wash over me. The events of the night replay in my mind like scenes from a movie, each moment etched vividly in my memory.

Lost in thought, I barely register Gabi's voice as she breaks the silence, her words pulling me back to the present. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" she asks, her eyes alight with excitement.

I glance around the room, meeting JungKook's gaze briefly before turning back to Gabi. "I don't know about you guys, but I could definitely use a lazy day," I say with a yawn, feeling the exhaustion of the week catching up to me.

Jungkook nods in agreement, a smile playing on his lips. "Sounds good to me. We can order takeout and binge-watch some more TV shows," he suggests.

The prospect of a lazy day spent with friends brings a smile to my face, and I nod. "yeah that could be nice” I say, feeling a sense of anticipation building in the pit of my stomach.

I hear them talking and I notice Eli is already retreating to Gabi’s room with her. I feel quite far gone but I can’t help but feel myself being caried into a much comfier setting and being enveloped by warm fabric before completely drifting off to sleep. Maybe I am dreaming already.   Previous ✧ Next

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[thekraftcryptid]

I’ve been rereading SYRE like once a week and stumbling across your art was like finding treasure in a desert 😭 What are your favorite chapters/scenes? My favorite scenes that I can’t help but go back to are the snake and the tree and Thatch and Izou talking while Shellie is just bundled in blankets (and the newest chapter because WB PIRATE FOCUSED and the writing and characterization of each of them is just 👌😤)

*we are family, Kiki Palmer blasts in the background*

I’m not joking when I say the first thing I did after reading this story was look up fanart for it, find nothing, and no one talking about it and said:

On god, this fic is watering my crops, feeding my family, clearing my skin, paying my debt, snatching my waistline, and has turned me into an ascended being of pure light. I thank whatever higher power (Dianxia from heaven officials blessing) has ordained that you find that fic, but then my art. I’m glad you like it and I love gushing about how amazing it is, especially how well our host HippieMindy52 writes with such a strong tone and specific characterization that changes depending on who we are following, you get to see each characters thought process, the way they process situations and new information and how they choose to act on it. It’s got me in a death grip tbh.

On god, there is more to come, I’m actually working on a birthday piece for one of my big sisters and her fav Jiujitsu Kaisen character going on that vacation he talked about. Also a piece from my other big sisters star wars fic (her name is deadstarsrising and if you like star wars her work is amazing, we parasite to each other and egg each others ideas on, #codependency)

Anyways, I’m actually planning to do a little mini comic based around the tree scene. (And now burrito Shellie but you didn’t hear that from me)

So far, one of the best scenes for me is actually our #bestdadcaptainhook Cherry when Fossa and Haruta scared the hell outa her, also when she met him and complimented his name when trying to find the kitchen. God those scenes were so good and packed with show don’t tell subtext, which is some of my favorite writing forms ever.

I cannot wait to talk to pirate daddy. On god I just got to him in the anime, I’m on ep 321 I think.

Sorry to ramble about this though, I just love fic writers and wanna give them as much appreciation as possible, bc while we artists get away with so much more on so many fronts. Just, show Mindy some love on god, she deserves it so much and I wish more people were reading it and making art.

[dilatorywriting]

Now I can't help but think about the scene where

The Reaper!Rook tries for the first time the liver pate prepared by the Baker!MC.

Baker!MC. is just researching some new recipes from time to time for a seasonal menu. Rook with bliss looking at how the Baker!MC. flutters in the kitchen reading a recipe from an old book taken from the library. The Reaper has a great opportunity to be a taster on a permanent basis, pushing Ace and Deuce into second place.To their general displeasure and annoyance.

-What are these diligent, elegant and hardworking hands creating today? Ah, I'm looking forward to what will happen~

Listening with half an ear to Hunt's chatter, the Baker!MС. spreads some pate on fresh fried bread and passes it to Rook.

-Try and find out..I think I'm missing a little salt?

Curiously accepting the "offering" more like a piece for a sandwich, Rook, with all its inherent grace and dramatic, bites off one piece with a pleasant crunch of fried bread and immediately freezes. His pupils dilate and he can barely take a breath from delight.

Watching this little show to which the Baker!MС. was mostly indifferent, it seemed to them tha Rook at this moment looked like a cat that was gently stroked for the first time and given valerian.

-So?

As if in slow motion, chewing his first bite, the Reaper looks with the most sincere delight that could only reflect his face.

-What was this food of the gods that blessed my mouth?!May I dare to ask for some more of this divine ambrosia created by your hardworking hands?

-It's liver pate. Did you like it that much? - Thinking that at the moment the Reaper who scares the whole neighborhood like a local devil driving everyone to fear and devils, the Baker could not get rid of the thought that now Hunt is more like a child who first got into a candy store.

Now the Baker!MC. knows some of the preferences of this strange guest. Likes to try - whatever they give. Delighted and will not be silenced for the next forty minutes - liver pate with toasted bread. ***

One day the Baker!MC. made for the Reaper!Rook some sandwiches with liver pate. "So that he could have a snack with them later or between his business" And immediately, Rook without any thought dropped to one knee, taking off his hat, making the most pompous verbal marriage proposal that this city has seen and heard. ***

And more.

Baker!MC. probably also showed off from time to time in front of the Reaper, showing off their skills.

Like this guy from "Kiki Witch Delivery Service"

Baker!MC probably: Ah yes. Finally. a proper bribe to get him to shut up forever

Rook: *get's worse*

Baker!MC: I should have expected this

[verdemoun]

How are the gang when watching emotional Pixar movies? (Specifically Up because I was just thinking about it and then Hosea and Bessie immediately after and it made me sad but Pixar movies are awesome as a whole)

out of touch plays menacingly in the background as i try to remember a single pixar movie

THE OPENING OF UP WILL MOVE ANYONE IN THE GANG TO TEARS they just want the simple pleasure of finding love being in love getting to spend their lives together with someone they are crying so hard they miss the first 30 minutes of the movie like drying their eyes why is there a giant bird now

i'm actually a dreamworks slut can you imagine the gang watching rise of the guardians?? dying for someone you love and wondering what your purpose is? battling with identity, trying to figure out where you belong in a world that seems so neatly divided into good and evil? losing hope? the tears shed

kieran watches spirit stallion of the cimmaron constantly because he's a horse girl but also arthur and charles both bawling over the story. sound the bugle always gets arthur but charles will be sniffling as little creek and spirit jump the ravine like that movie is just peak hurt/comfort for the gang

the gang not being able to fully connect with toy story because they didn't have toys growing up like their childhoods were too warped by era/fighting for survival

finding nemo. sorry but all of them having daddy issues. post blessed are the peacemakers arthur watching a film about a dad that went after his son when he had to ask dutch if they were actually looking for him? all of them feel absolute grief watching that movie but arthur is personally attacked. arthur is personally attacked by most animated movies

kieran gets into bluey as a comfort show and no one is ready. sean trying to warn arthur it isn't a kids show like do not sit down and watch bluey with kieran it will fuck with your mind and arthur brushing it off but it's bluey man. 'you don't need to keep coming back to this place'. Turtleboy? Onesies? Sleepytime? Army? Mini Bluey? Squash? The Dump? Space? Baby Race? Man is wrecked.

also studio ghibli films. toy story might not do it but totoro absolutely makes them mourn for the whimsy of childhoods they didn't get to experience. ponyo, kiki's delivery service, whispers of the heart, howl's moving castle (howl's moving castle man hosea feels the whole loving a man who sold his heart to a demon to become powerful and becoming a monster instead). even when marnie was there gets them a little too close with the playing with time travel

[justanothersimsblog]

Summary: Ibis’ childhood

Ibis was born to Ulene Deadwyler, vampire with the pink hair, and Katra Queen, witch. He was one of quadruplets, and a total of 7 kids to his parents. Quadruplets names: Bennet, Blaze, and Timothy. Other siblings: twins Etrigan and Ariani, and Ashlyn. All kids but Benny and Timmy were born vampires, and all quads + Ari were born witches.

Ulene and Katra got married after the twins were born, and after that they moved back to his hometown in a custom built house (designed by him) in St Erast. After the quads were born, Katra started working in a videogame company. Ulene learned his mom was expecting a new baby brother, meaning Ibis would have an uncle younger than him. The only incident of note during Ibis’ toddler years was his mom getting kidnapped. Ulene thought initially it was his clan’s crazy way of trying to get him to accept his position as king so he went to Bridgeport to get her back, but it turned out to be his best friends clan, the supposed rival clan, because they were responding to Fabian’s desires. Fabian confessed to his friends that he wasn’t over her and was a big part of the reason he’d so happily accepted his position as king of his clan in Bridgeport.

When Ibis was 5 years old the family took a trip to China. While exploring town a vampire approached Ibis and greeted him as ‘king’ prompting him to ask his dad what that was all about. Ulene came clean and told him a light version of the whole clan shtick. That their family is originally from Bridgeport and the founders of the Notte clan, that his grandma (Ulene’s mom, Lara) ran away because she didn’t want to take over despite having the pink hair. How Ulene himself had gone to Bridgeport and refused the clan too, because their beliefs didn’t align with his. But yes, technically Ibis is next in line and is to become King once he’s of age. Currently there’s an interim leader: Grayson. Ibis found the whole thing exciting and loudly proclaim that he can’t wait to be King.

Throughout his childhood Ibis showed indifference towards school, unlike Benny, but a predisposition to his dad’s old chemistry set. He quickly discovered every possible potion that could be made with it and moved on to other potions. He obviously did regular potions in the cauldron, like his mom taught him, but in an attempt to find a more creative outlet he found the bar. His parents weren’t thrilled that he was playing on the bar, but had to admit he had a knack for making some yummy cocktails. Besides this Ibis, and his siblings and their friends (Pubert and the Gale triplets, Kiki, Gen, and Ai) were all rather well behaved during their childhood…except for the occasional pranks.

Finally when Ibis was 8 it was time for the family to go to Egypt, and for Ulene to take Ibis to meet the Sphinx. While he took all vampire kids to the Hatshepsut Temple to teach them more about their powers, and to relate the legend of Hatshepsut, like his mother had told him, he took only Ibis to the Sphinx. Just like Lara had done when Ulene was his age, Ulene took Ibis through the tomb while telling him more about their specific Pink hair powers. Besides inheriting the Bridgeport clan (and being King, like Ibis cheerfully pointed out), the Pink hair is said to be a blessing meaning that The Great One chose them and is watching over them, and that they’ll eventually must reproduce and have an heir, another vampire with pink hair. They’re supposed to come to the Sphinx to get blessed every so many years, or at least that’s what Lara said. However this visit went wrong, when they arrived to the room with the statue and talked to the Sphinx, she got angry at something Ibis said and banished him, much to Ulene’s horror. Instead of bringing him back right away she sent him (and Katra) on a quest to retrieve Horus’ Eye to be able to ‘see’ him again. They did and brought him back, but Ibis is now permanently scarred by the event and often when he goes to sleep instead has nightmares in which he’s back in the black abyss place the Sphinx sent him to.

A year after, on Halloween, Ibis got kidnapped by some crazy gray fairy that wanted to take his special Pink hair power for herself. She managed to capture him, and his siblings, and had sent zombies as distractors for his parents. Thankfully his parents found them in time and were able to save their kids. It was the only time Ulene seriously considered killing someone but he didn’t have to, Katra did, and he was surprised to be ok with it. Ibis learned just how desirable his Pink hair power is, and Katra was able to make a best selling videogame out of the night, propelling her career.

For the most part Ibis ignored his nightmares, he didn’t really share with anyone what was going on. Whenever he couldn’t sleep he’d bunk with one of his siblings, most often Blaze who knew he was having nightmares but no details beyond that. He told his parents that he’d sometimes had a nightmare where he was back, and described the place, which Katra only concluded was some other inter plane/dimension/world, but didn’t know much more beyond that. His parents didn’t know how often he really was having nightmares. What they did find out was that Ibis was already capable of reading minds at 10 years old, younger than all his siblings, and most vampires.

[applesjuice]

Oh! I'm curious to know how the Legendaries are acting in your Akari/Kiki project!

Are they more "Thoust art but a mortal, yet braveth enough for I to seek your company" or more "Hey, I know u a mortal and don't live long but u kinda cool, mind if I chill with you for the rest of your life bro?"

These tought just kinda poped in my mind hehehe xD

I actually had to think about this for a while and I made some notes to help me going forward LOL. So the Legendaries in Hisui are worshiped, like Palkia and Dialga and are treated like gods but the clans. But ultimately they are Pokemon. So I think what makes them differ besides from the GRAND COSMIC POWER from say, the average Pikachu, would be their intelligence, or their cognitive ability to interact and communicate with people. Like, most if not all pokemon can, but Legendaries in particular would operate more like kami. They understand human language and can respond in some way or even speak it.

Sort of like say, Princess Mononoke, where the older gods like Moro the wolf can speak but the newer generations are like more intelligent animals who have lost their ability to do so. That's how Legendaries operate in my AU. They're gods in the sense that they are ancient, powerful beings but can form human connections if they want to. Most don't, but Palkia and Dialga in particular are very fond of the clans since they literally worship them.

I think the Lake Trio would make more appearances because they don't generally live on a whole different plane of existence. They would be very skittish but also curious about people. But their powers can hurt humans if they're not careful and they aren't very careful. They just cannot really comprehend humans are squishy.

Post PLA Palkia and Dialga I think would pop in on the fringes to check on their worshipers, kind of like seeing bigfoot in the distance every time you have a bbq. They would only actually go out of their way to interact with those who have earned their respect, so essentially the Clan Leaders every so often, or Akari. There's lots of reverence from the clans so it's more of a "how art mine believers faring these days" sort of interaction a few times a generation since they have zero concept of time. While with Akari, who treats them like strong pokemon rather than gods because Akari is technically a modern trainer, they would visit more often because they are more curious about them.

They're kind of like stray cats that just wander in whenever to check on their human and possibly bug them for treats. I'd also like to think that come the future since worship of Palkia and Dialga isn't as in your face as Arceus, Palkia would actually take an interest in Ingo since he is technically a member of the old Pearl Clan. So as a Warden he's something like a priest to Palkia. Ingo would need to discuss with his brother whether or not Palkia is allowed on the subway.

But long story short Legendaries play favorites, especially with their "champions" (protagonists of that particular game) and Akari is no exception. Only thing is there's a bit of a pissing match going on between Arceus, Palkia, Dialga and Giritina for their attention post PLA. Arceus will sometimes call or FaceTime them on the arc phone because why can't god face time their favorite little guy? Palkia and Dialga will actually visit sometimes. And i think I mentioned this before but I like to believe post PLA Akari would erect a tiny shrine for Giritina since the clans have little in home shrines for their particular deity and they felt bad that Giritina was being left out. Because of this Kieran is essentially blessed by satan.

Also the legendaries are not used in battle here. As funny as it is to see Arceus use like, perish song or something in a battle, unless they are fighting eachother (other legendaries) it's considered disrespectful in the AU to even consider doing that. Pokemon world religions or whatever. It would be like sending Jesus into a cage match people would lose their minds.

Also in case anyone is wondering yes Palkia and Dialga would absolutely pop into the BB Academy Terrarium for funsies were Akari to go back to school. They would have cryptid status.

[that-eboy-hacker]

✨Unsolicited Lore Dump

Dammit I was gonna go to bed but now I can't sleep till I do this. Thank you @locallegume ily bestie don't feel bad

Do you make your bed? Yes. God bless duvets

Favorite number? 111. Divisible by 3 and 37 but not 11. She's a dark horse. An icon. (Yes I'm a math nerd I know)

If you could go back to school would you? Still going to school but at least I'm no longer in los Chingados Unidos

Can you parallel park? No <3

Do you think aliens are real? Yes but I also believe they're leaving us on read bc we're being represented by the worst of us

Can you drive a manual car? No but I have to learn because manual cars in the UK far outnumber automatic

What’s your guilty pleasure? Korean reality TV

Tattoos? Not yet but seeing as my bf is an aspiring tattoo artist he'll need a canvas

Favorite color? Turquoise

Favorite types of music? My taste is very eclectic but lately I find myself getting back into metal

Do you like puzzles? Hell yes

Any phobias? Wasps. Hate the little buggers.

Favorite childhood sport? I'm a self-taught swimmer so probably that. Just not a good one lmao

Do you talk to yourself? Yes bc it helps me remember things and get shit out of my system when no one's around to listen

What movies do you adore? Kiki's Delivery Service I'd say. Mostly for the hot baker husband but also for the whimsy

Coffee or tea? Tea. Coffee is my nemesis

First thing you wanted to be growing up? A singer probably? I was killing it in 6th grade chorus and I wanted to go on American Idol and...live in LA. Yes you can laugh but know that I am a changed person now.

Uhhhhh I tag @joandarcade @phreia @vampiricgf but feel free to just take it

[britishmuffin]

Hello, Britishmuffin

I hope you are having a wonderful day/night.

Just wanted to know what inspires you to make such amazing art pieces? As well how do you deal with art block?

Im a artist myself but times get tuff and I lose motivation and start developing art block.

Sincerely, fisheggsoup :)

Morning! Love your name :D

Truthfully, my biggest motivator is born of necessity these days. I create art because I have bills to pay and family to support. My patrons are a huge driving force in all this, cheering me on from the sidelines while I work; my band of blessed saviours.

I also make sure that my social feeds are full of artists I love, who make art that makes me happy. I'm always watching films and playing games, always constantly absorbing media in this wacky age of technology-infused information. Then if I'm lucky, I get the chance to step outside for a walk in the woods with my sibling to help ground ourselves in the world and reconnect with nature, pure medicine for the troubled soul.

All of these activities serve to stir the Brain Soup and sometimes reflect in my artwork. I rarely get struck with the "fabled bolt of inspiration" these days, but I blame the current climate. I did used to.

As some of you will already know because I'm being quite open about it this time, I'm currently battling the worst bout of burnout I've had in literal years. So really, I'm not sure I'm the best person to be asking on the topic of how to deal with it, but here you go:

In my experience it’s not the best idea to wait for inspiration to strike. Inspiration is unreliable, constantly waiting can leave you anxious, and also most of us just don’t have the luxury of being able to. I kinda think we just need to create despite it (or TO spite it, or in order to spite someone who told you you couldn't, if that's your sauce).

If you feel like your art sucks, instead of expecting perfection try just giving yourself permission to be bad at art for a while, you might be surprised about how much of a relief it feels. Make a hundred terrible little sketches, doodles, scribbles, or just make marks on paper. You don’t even have to show them to anyone, they can be just for your eyes! More often than not I’ve found that the physical act of creating artwork can genuinely inspire you to make more, and better work. It flexes those art muscles and gets the creative cogs whirring. Just make stuff!!!

As a person who’s had little choice but to create for years, it can be really helpful to push through it. Not always, though.

Sometimes the art block you’re staring down actually goes layers deep into the realms of debilitating mental health and poor living status, right into dangerous burnout and breakdown territory. Some would argue that creating art in times of real pain is the best medicine, and indeed, creates the best results. I wholly disagree.

My advice is to always make art in those moments when you can, even if it sucks. And when you just can’t, then rest. Watch your favourite guilty pleasure anime, cook some delicious food, hug your pets, go exist in nature for a bit. Have you ever seen Kiki’s Delivery Service? That!

Helpful links to combat art block:

Line of Action has great learning resources, while also being a brilliant tool for a variety of speedy sketch warm-ups

Don’t know what to draw? Use a character description generator!

You could flex your figure drawing muscles with models on Figurosity, AdorkaStock, or ArtModels360 (nudity warning)

Improve your fundamental art skills with Drawabox or videos on The Fix List

Generate some colour palettes to use as a challenge. Adobe’s colour wheel tool isn’t too bad either

Other more practical tips include:

If you struggle staying motivated, try to refocus by sitting down and asking yourself "What kind of art do I really want to create?” Try to rediscover what excites you! Is your aim to work in the art industry? To be able to draw your OCs smooching? Draw beefy bara men? Do you really just wanna paint cool rocks? All valid af

Pull up images of your favourite artworks and study them. Ask yourself “Why do I like this artwork?” Are the outfits really cool designs? Is the lineart super stylish? Do you love the way they used colours? After that, think about what you need to learn to get to that point yourself, and start small. Mimic your favourite artworks in order to learn how to do it.

Example: If you realise that you want to improve at drawing hands, just spend a week learning about them. Draw pages and pages of them, find a way to make them fun and sexy to draw! I did just that, and now hands are actually one of my favourite things to draw, it works.

Warm-ups are SO important. If you just started on a piece and already feel defeated, ask yourself “Did I warm up enough first?” You can try looping fifty quick spirals in different sizes with your pen, scratch out some box shapes, doodle some funky wiggly shapes, crosshatch them, whatever you want! Just get that hand moving before you leap into your artwork of choice, it helps to loosen up to keep your lines from becoming too stiff.

If it’s just not working today, that’s okay. Take a break by filtering your creativity into another entirely different creative pursuit. You could try baking something tasty, making music, writing for your next D&D campaign, building cute houses in minecraft or the sims, painting miniatures, crafting with paper or sewing fabric, etc etc. Anything that keeps the creative brain ticking that isn’t drawing is also worthwhile.

And, mentally:

Try not to worry about what other people think of your artwork. Doesn’t matter what age you are or your background, the fact you’ve created anything at all is incredible. You brought something into the world that didn’t exist before. You’re powerful as hell.

Related: please please please don’t focus on being “successful” on social media. Even though I know it can feel awesome to post your art and get instant reactions, these things are a death spiral of addictive behaviour and shouldn’t dictate your creativity. Use sparingly.

Remember that your kid self would absolutely be losing their mind over the cool stuff you’ve made now. Same goes for your ancient ancestors who used to make those little clay animals. You’re doing great, be proud.

Don’t be so damn hard on yourself. I mean it <3

If you keep drawing you will improve. You will get your motivation back. You will make art again even if it takes you a while. And know that a muffin is cheering for you c:

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Regarding Howl's Moving Castle: An absolutely unnecessary explanation I'd like to get off my chest.

I'd like to clarify a few things regarding my stance toward Howl's Moving Castle even though nobody asked (both movie and book) and its characters, mainly toward Howl himself:

I often present Howl as a thought-absent brainlet who hadn't had a single active brain cell penetrate that pretty head of his ever in his life (and he's so real for that). I can see how that could come across as disrespectful or ridiculing of the sources, but (and it's an enormous BUT) Miyazaki iteration of Wynne Jones' book is one piece of media I find myself visiting repeatedly.

Back when I was a kid, I've grown up watching Spirited Away (2001) and Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) on a loop. My sister later took the reins and continued the legacy with Ponyo (2008) and Arietty (2010).

I'm so endlessly lucky to have parents who recognized Studio Ghibli's stories as art and genuine fairy tales - mainly because this kind of animation wasn't that known in my country when I was little. They realized the heroines were similar to us in attributes and characteristics - Chihiro (literally being a 12yo), Ponyo (brave, courageous little fishy girl), so on and so forth. All these little ladies inspired me and my sister to be adventurous and strong and Miyazaki's stories shaped us to some degree.

Howl's Moving Castle, however, is very special to me. I found it around 11 years ago (I was around 12 give or take) and everything about the movie inspired me. I fell in love with the art (both Hisaishi's music and the art style), I yearned for the hopeless romance, for all the adventure, for the funny fire demon and I wished to be like Sophie, who had her head straight no matter the circumstance and whose spirits were never broken. As time passed, I started coming back to it frequently, and now, I'd say those pieces have become my quiet places to which I can go when there's too much commotion. That one piece of media I dive into when I want to clear my head.

I've always viewed Howl as flamboyant, a bit too dramatic, lazy, pretty disregarding, a bit cowardly, melodramatic, charismatic son of a gun. And I believe that's precisely the point of both the media. In both media, Sophie eventually 'unmasks' Howl and learns what loving, caring, and gold-hearted lurks underneath all the pretentiousness and rumors. The main catalyst for me to view Pendragon as a thoughtless idiot was Wynne Jones' original interpretation of Howl's character itself. Miyazaki's iteration of Howl (even though it 100% works within the movie universe) is heavily romanticized and toned from 100% to a 10% (20% at best) obnoxiousness. This 'toning down' works for the movie, because even though the movie Sophie is my beloved ladybug, the book Howl would swallow her whole. Poor Grandma Sophie wouldn't survive a day with the book adaptation.

If I may, I'd like to describe Howl as a happy-go-lucky idiot who throws stuff at walls and sees what sticks. This man smells of trouble, unforeseen heroics, poetry, and heartbreak. He is openly a coward who runs away from his responsibilities like it's an Olympic discipline. He throws childish tantrums over the smallest inconveniences (book Sophie must've been on the verge of committing crimes on multiple occasions, god bless her, I hope she has a wonderful day). BUT that's what makes him so loveable, intriguing, and fun to follow on a journey toward peace, remedy, and growth. He's flawed. He's a character who grows and learns from his mistakes, someone who finds a family along his journey.

So, even though I've called (and I shall continue to refer to him as such) Howl Pendragon a brainless king, the epitome of 'no thoughts, head empty', not a brain cell in sight & often assume he runs away from coherent thoughts, I view him as one of the most inspiring characters I ever discovered. It might sound stupid, but I aspire to be like him. I wish to find someone worth fighting for.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

Good morning my love 🥰💗💗

(The way I could stare at these for HOURS)

I know it's not quite time for you yet, but it's the morning of the 23rd here, so I wanted to say happy early birthday dj 🥰😚💕💗💗 there's a lot that I could say here, you know me well enough to know that I can write veeeery long sappy speeches without much trouble 😆 but I'll keep it short(ish):

And every day since I met you I've been grateful for that miracle 🌟

Inside and out. I truly admire how independent and responsible you are while still being dutiful to your family dee, that takes a lot of fortitude and strength. You're one of the smartest people I know, you're a good friend who knows how to give and receive support in a way that's mature and balanced, and you're sooooooooo sweet and pretty. I know you may not always believe that all these things are true, especially when you're tired and things seem so out of control. But I hope you can always remember that those factors are external and temporary, ofc you're not at your best when you're drained and exhausted, and that's okay, because underneath all that you're still the same dj. The same goofy, ridiculous, utterly endearing little bundle of warmth and joy that anyone would be blessed to have in their life. Which leads me to the next point:

I know we haven't known each other long, maybe.... what? Four? Months? Perhaps? But I really do mean it when I say that you're one of my closest friends now. Time plays a role in how deep a friendship goes, sure, but as the quote goes:

And I stand by that. I know you're going to be a friend that I'll remember and cherish for a long time, even if there comes a day when we no longer speak, I your name will still be one that I'll mention with a smile.

I could honestly go on, but I'll stop myself here.

Happy birthday, dee 💛🧡🫂 I hope you have a lovely time with your friends, I hope tomorrow brings you every joy and happiness, I hope you always smile a lot, laugh often, and cry easily when you need to so your heart can be light.

I hope you know that, as much as I yap, I really do mean every word sincerely, that it's not just lip service or word fluff because it's your birthday. I love you. You're precious to me. And I want you to know that 🫂💗🫂🧡💛

oh baby 🥺 thank you so so much 💗

it does truly bring me so much joy to talk to you every day. i have loved every moment of being your friend. you've been so encouraging these past couple of months, and somehow you always know what to say. honestly, these past several months have been some of my lowest, and the fact that i found you in the midst of that is just so wonderful.

thank you kiki 💗 you've been such a wonderful friend, and i hope you know that even though i say it all the time. i'm the type of person who has never connected with people easily. i overthink every little interaction and often feel like i'm annoying or overbearing. but talking with you (even from the beginning) has always been so easy.

all this to say, i don't have many close friends, but i can fully and confidently say that you're one of them. thank you 💗

and i hope you have a wonderful day too 🫂