#I just fill a whole page with drawings of my comfort character
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some Gaara sketches
#gaara#sabaku no gaara#gaara of the desert#suna no gaara#naruto#naruto shippuden#boruto#boruto naruto next generations#pandy draws#I don't go to therapy#I just fill a whole page with drawings of my comfort character
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Rinkside Romance
nico hischier x reader
summary - 3.2k words. Y/N, an author has an unexpectant meeting with the captain of the New Jersey Devils, Nico Hischier
note - this is my first writing ever, so I hope you all like it :)
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a rich symphony of scents mingling with the soft murmur of conversation that enveloped the quaint little coffee shop. The sound of the coffee machines whirred in harmony with the gentle hum of patrons bustling about, seeking respite from the chilly evening.
Amidst the comforting ambience, Y/N found herself engrossed in the world of her latest novel, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she wove her characters through the last paragraph of the chapter. Her hands moved swiftly, navigating the keys with practiced ease, each click punctuated by the rhythmic beat of the nearby espresso machines.
As she reached for her steaming cappuccino, her heart skipped a beat, realizing the cup was empty. With a sense of urgency to maintain her creative momentum, she hurried to the counter, her mind already lost in the world of her story. “Another one?” the barista questioned, his voice rising above the din of orders being shouted out and the hiss of steam from the machines. Y/N nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she slid him the empty cup across the counter.
Her gaze wandered across the bustling cafe, taking in the familiar faces and comforting atmosphere that had made it her sanctuary since moving to New Jersey. But then, her attention was captured by a figure across the room – a man whose rugged charm and quiet confidence seemed to draw her in.
His hand swept his dark hair away from his face, revealing warm brown eyes that met hers with a sparkle. Their eyes met briefly, and in that fleeting instant, the moment felt like a page ripped from one of her books. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the coffee shop, he held her gaze, momentarily suspending time itself. It felt as though the world had quieted, leaving only the two of them in a shared moment of serenity amidst the chaos.
“Cappuccino for Y/N!” snapping back to reality as her name was called, Y/N collected her fresh cappuccino, thanking the barista with a nod of gratitude. As she grabbed the cup, she turned back to look for the stranger with the big brown eyes. To her surprise, he was still there, seemingly frozen in time, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on her as she smiled. With a last shy smile, Y/N returned to her booth, unaware that destiny was about to intertwine.
Puck Drop and Bar Hops
A few weeks later, Y/N found herself amidst a lively crowd at a local sports bar, her friend had begged her to come as she wanted to show her the life, the energy, and the love the city had for their sports team. Tonight it was a hockey match, the new jersey devils against the dallas stars. Y/N didn't know too much about the sports, but kept her eyes glued to the screen as she struggled to keep up with where the puck was. No matter the extent of her knowledge or lack thereof, her friend was right, the energy was impeccable as the whole bar rustled and shaked as the team scored goal after goal. Cheers and glasses of beer clinking together as the New Jersey Devils won 5-2. “See! It wasn't too bad getting out of your apartment to experience this right?” Jessica chimed, she had in fact struggled to get Y/N out of the apartment as she went on about wanting to finish the chapter she was currently engrossed in. Y/N stuck her tongue out mockingly as they both laughed, “Come on! You need to come out more, explore the city, not just your apartment and the coffee shop! It might even give you some inspiration for your books,”
A few weeks later, Y/N found herself amidst a lively local sports bar, her friend Jessica having begged her to come out and experience the vibrant energy and passion the city has for their sports team. Tonight, it was a hockey match–the New Jersey Devils against the Dallas Stars. Y/N didn’t know too much about the sport, nevertheless kept her eyes glued to the screen as she struggled to keep up with the whereabouts of the puck. No matter the extent of knowledge or rather lack thereof. Jessica’s enthusiasm was contagious, and Y/N couldn’t help but get swept up in the excitement as the whole bar erupted in cheers with each goal scored by the Devils. The atmosphere was electric, with glasses clinking together and jubilant chants filling the air as the Devils secured a decisive 5-2 victory.
“See! It wasn’t too bad getting out of your apartment to experience this right?” Jessica chimed, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. Y/N playfully stuck her tongue out in response, joining in the laughter that bubbled between them.
“Come on! You need to go out more, explore the city, not just your apartment and the coffee shop! It might even give you some inspiration for your books,” Jessica continued, nudging Y/N with a playful elbow.
As they chatted and celebrated, Jessica leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, this bar is where the team usually comes to unwind after games,” she revealed, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get to meet some of the players.”
Before Y/N could respond, the door swung open, causing a wave of cheers to erupt from the fans in the bar as all heads turned to face the entrance. The atmosphere crackled with excitement as a group of familiar faces made their grand entrance–the New Jersey Devils themselves.
They were greeted with enthusiastic pats on the backs and a flurry of “Go Devils!” from the triumphant fans as they navigated through the bar, basking in the adoration of their supporters. Among them, Y/N’s gaze was immediately drawn to a pair of unmistakable brown eyes, their warmth and familiarity sparking a sudden surge of recognition within her.
Her heart raced as she watched the players move through the crowd, their presence commanding attention and admiration from everyone present. Could it truly be him? The realization sent a thrill through her, igniting a spark of home and curiosity that she couldn't ignore.
“They’re cute right!” Jessica giggled next to her, her eyes glued to the players now standing by the bar. Y/N turned around in confusion, as her friend pried her eyes away from the players ordering drinks and beers. “Y/N you were quite literally drooling,” Jessica laughed, as a heath rushed to Y/N cheeks.
Caught off guard, Y/N blushed hard as she attempted to regain her composure. “I, uh, I guess so,” she stammered, her gaze flitting nervously between Jessica and the group of athletes at the bar.
Jessica leaned in closed, her continuing to eye the players. “I think Timo Meier is pretty cute,” she admitted with a playful grin. “But, oh my god, have you seen the captain? He’s also Swiss, like Timo, and he was a first-round draft pick. And those big brown eyes? Endearing as hell!”
As the evening wore on, Jessica couldn’t help but gush about the players pointing them out amidst the crowd. Y/N listened intently, her eyes skipping a beat as Jessica rambled on about their captain, Nico, pointing to a tall familiar figure. With a jolt of recognition she realized that Nico, the captain Jessica has been raving about, was the same guy from the coffee shop. Her cheeks flushed with warmth as she stole a glance in Nico’s direction, her mind racing with newfound understanding.
Suddenly, a bartender approached their table, a tray of drinks in hand. “These are from one of the players,” he announced with a wink. “Lucky you!”
Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise as she glanced over to the bar, spotting the hockey player with the familiar brown eyes. A rush of excitement coursed through her veins as she quietly thanked herself for agreeing to go out today.
Emboldened by the gesture, Y/N found herself drawn to the bar, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a big swig of her drink and approached the handsome stranger. With a warm smile, she thanked Nico for the drinks, her voice steady and sure. Nico’s laughter filled the air, a melodic sound that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. “You’re welcome,” he replied, his tone warm and inviting.
Before she could say anything else, he extended his hand with a charming grin. “I’m Nico,” he introduced himself, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Y/N felt a rush of nerves as she struggled to respond, the weight of Nico’s presence catching her off guard, and in the heat of the moment without thought she blurted out an awkward “I know,” immediately cringing at her own words. Nico’s laughter only grew louder, genuine amusement dancing in his eyes. “Well, it’s nice to meet you again, ‘I know’,” he teased gently, his easy going demeanor putting her at ease.
Blushing furiously, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh along with him, the tension of the moment melting away in the warmth of their shared laughter. “Sorry, that probably sounded weird,” she chuckled nervously. “My friend just told me about the team and their captain, and then I realized it was you and…” you rambled on as you tried to explain yourself as the awkwardness you felt lingered. Nico shook his head, his smile widening as he interrupted your panic. “Not at all. It’s kind of cute actually,” he reassured her, his gaze warm and reassuring.
Relieved by his response, Y/N felt her nerves begin to ease. “Thanks,” she replied, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “So, uh, what brings you to the bar tonight?” she asked, eager to keep the conversation flowing.
As the evening progressed, the conversation between Y/N and Nico flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and easy banter. Y/N occasionally glanced over at her friend Jessica, ensuring she was enjoying herself, only to find her deeply engaged in conversation with Timo Meier, the player she has pointed out earlier.
Feeling a surge of happiness for her friend’s newfound connection, Y/N turned her attention back to Nico. With each passing minute, she found herself drawn further into Nico’s magnetic presence. Her initial nervousness gave way to a growing sense of comfort and excitement. And as the night wore on, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this unexpected encounter was just the beginning of something truly special.
Jersey lights and Italian Delights
The clicking of Y/N’s heels echoed across the lobby of her apartment building as she nervously adjusted her dress, the sleek black fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. She had opted for a longer dress at Jessica’s suggestion, feeling a bit out of her comfort zone in such formal attire, especially for a date. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage before stepping out into the cool evening air.
As she descended the steps, her heart raced with anticipation. There he was, leaning against the sleek black car, his brown hair swept back, revealing those familiar and warm brown eyes. When he spotted her, his face lit up with a smile that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
“Hey there, ‘I know’,” he greeted her, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “You look stunning!”
Y/N felt her cheeks flush at his compliment as she approached him, his arms wrapping around her waist in a comforting embrace. Meeting his gaze, she couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you,” she replied softly, her heart racing with excitement. “Ready for our date?”
Their first date was nothing short of magical – a candlelit dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant, where time seemed to stand still as they delved into deep conversations and shared intimate stories. Amidst the flickering candlelight, Nico and Y/N’s connection only grew stronger as the night went on.
As their relationship progressed, Y/N and Nico found themselves drawn to familiar places that held special memories for them. None more so than the cozy quaint coffee shop where they had first locked eyes.
“One cappuccino for my favorite author!” Nico’s voice rang out cheerfully as he approached their table, bearing two steaming cups of coffee. Y/N glanced up at the brown haired man, a smile tugging at her lips at his playful remark. Accepting the coffee, she savored the rich aroma before taking a sip, feeling the warmth spread through her. “Well, thank you, my favorite hockey player in the NHL,” she quipped in return as he settled into the booth opposite her. Nico chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah, I’d better be,” he teased, reaching across the table to gently brush his fingers against hers.
Their playful banter was interrupted by the familiar sound of Y/N’s phone buzzing with a notification. It was an email about her book release event, scheduled for the following week. Excitement bubbled up inside her as she shared the news with Nico. “I’d love for you to come,” she said, her voice tinged with anticipation. “It would mean the world to me to have you there.” Nico’s response was immediate and unwavering. “Of course I’ll be there,” he said, his brown eyes filled with sincerity.
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
As the day of the book release event arrived, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her veins. Sitting at the table where she signed copies of her book for eager fans, her heart was fluttering with each interaction. Amidst the bustling atmosphere, she couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure in the line. It was Nico, patiently waiting with a copy of her newly released book clutched to his chest.
When Nico finally approached her table, his eyes lit up with excitement as he handed her his copy of her book. “Hey there ‘I know’,” he greeted warmly, a grin spreading across his face, “I’ve been looking forward to getting my hands on a signed copy of this book. I’ve heard the author is amazing!”
Y/N chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her. She signed his copy, adding a little extra flourish with a heart next to her signature.
“Well, a little special signature for my favorite fan then!”
As the event came to a close, Y/N stood up from her seat, approaching Nico who had been engaging with her fans and colleagues throughout the evening. She smiled at him, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you for being here,” she spoke softly. “Having you by my side means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
Nico pulled her into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her protectively. “I’ll always be here for you,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
“No matter what.”
From Ice to Ink
Amidst the whirlwind of her book release and hectic schedule, Y/N found herself attending her first hockey game at the Prudential Center in New Jersey. Adorned in Nico’s jersey, proudly displaying the number 13 on her back, she felt a sense of pride and excitement as she entered the arena to support Nico and the New Jersey Devils as they faced off against the Nashville Predators.
Welcomed by a friendly security guard, Y/N was guided to the room reserved for the players’ wives and girlfriends, where she was warmly greeted by the other women. Engaging in conversation and camaraderie, she felt a sense of belonging among them, despite it being her first time attending a game. As the game started, Y/N found her seat alongside the other wives and girlfriends, excitement filled the air. And Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as she watched Nico and the Devils take to the ice.
As the game unfolded, the tension in the area was palpable. The Predators put up a strong fight, but the Devils matched them stride for stride. The score remained close throughout the game, with both teams trading goals in a back-and-forth battle. Y/N watched with bated breaths as Nico and his teammates fought tirelessly on the ice. The energy in the arena was electric, with fans on the edge of their seats as the team vied for control of the game.
Finally, in the third period, with the score tied, Nico seized a golden opportunity. As the puck soared into the back of the net, the arena exploded with cheers and applause. Amidst the jubilant roar of the crowd, Nico’s celebration was a sight to behold. With a leap of sheer exhilaration, he raised his arms triumphantly, his face radiant with joy.
Turning towards the stands, his gaze found Y/N amidst the sea of cheering fans. A wide smile spread across his face as he blew her a kiss, a gesture filled with love and appreciation. In that moment, amidst the deafening roar of the crowd, it was as if time stood still, and their connection shone brightly for all to see.
As the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, the scoreboard read: New Jersey Devils 4, Nashville Predators 3. The Devils had emerged victorious in a hard-fought battle, much to the delight of fans in attendance.
After the game Y/N waited patiently with the other women in the lounge as the players headed to the locker room. Y/N couldn’t resist checking social media for highlights of the game. To her surprise, she stumbled upon a clip of Nico’s post-game interview, “The celly you did after your goal was terrific,” the interviewer remarked. “That kiss into the crowd was that planned? Perhaps directed at someone?”
Nico’s smile widened as he responded, “Well, it was a special moment for me. It’s actually my girlfriend’s first game here, so I just wanted to show her a little extra love.”
Watching the interview, Y/N felt a rush of emotion as Nico publicly referred to her as his girlfriend for the first time. When Nico finally emerged from the locker rooms, she couldn’t contain her excitement, rushing to greet him with a big hug and congratulations on the win and his goal.
“So, I’ve been upgraded from ‘I know’ to girlfriend now, huh?” she teased playfully.
Nico chuckled, his eyes filled with affection. With a gentle smile, he pulled away and reached into his suit pocket, retrieving something special from the night - a puck. It was inscribed with the words “Y/N’s first game” in white marker.
“Well, it would be my pleasure if you’d want that promotion,” he replied, his gaze locked onto hers with those captivating brown eyes as he presented her the puck.
Y/N was feeling ecstatic, with a surge of happiness she chuckled with excitement and nodded eagerly. As their eyes met, he grinned and leaned in to give her a tender kiss, sealing the moment with a promise of more to come.
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soap headcanons
characters: johnny “soap” mactavish
summary: general/romantic headcanons!
genre: fluff, gn!reader (no desc.)
warnings: none! :)
note: been dealing with a lot recently, so here’s a low effort fluffy headcanon post with one of my favorite boys— i know it’s bad, but i just threw it together while fighting off sleep and didn’t bother to proofread it </3
his love languages are physical touch and acts of service.
⋆ as i’ve said before, it’s no secret that soap is a touchy guy, especially with the people he likes.
⋆ that being said, a casual high-five or side hug is vastly different from the way he touches you. instead of friendly taps and sarcastic banter, there’s a certain fondness in his gaze whenever he reaches for you.
⋆ doesn’t bother hiding his favoritism. if you or anyone else comments on it, he simply shrugs off the claim and drapes an arm across your shoulders. "i think you’re just jealous of 'em," is what most people hear after bringing it up.
⋆ big on acts of service as well!! soap loves doing things for you, no matter how big or small it may be. never demands acknowledgement or repayment for his acts, either - your comfort and happiness are his top priorities.
⋆ getting up early to surprise you with breakfast in bed, running to the store when you need something, handling the household chores so you can sleep in… soap takes every chance he can get to help out.
⋆ if you’re both in the 141, he revels in getting to do things for you while in the field, even after price and ghost chastise him for focusing on you too much. if you’re a civilian, however, soap can’t help but feel guilty every time he leaves you. knowing that you’ll potentially be without him for months, worrying and wondering when he’ll return, having to do everything on your own; the mere thought of it makes him hold you that much tighter every single night.
when he loves, he loves hard.
⋆ soap is a passionate guy, both at work and in his personal life. when he loves someone, he does it with his whole heart and soul. his love is all-consuming and full of warmth, just like the man himself.
⋆ there were plenty of sleepless nights before he confessed to you, hours spent obsessing over what to say and what to do, desperately trying to figure out how to express his feelings. drawings of you filled the pages of his journal– some were more refined, with great care put into each detail, while others were sketches that he snuck in after assignments, when you were too exhausted to notice his eyes flicking between you and the charcoal-covered page.
⋆ if you’re ever in danger, pity the fool that put you there. this man would move heaven and earth for you without a second thought or a single complaint, and there is nothing on this planet that could possibly prevent him from doing so.
⋆ leading off of that– soap is very protective. not unbearably so, he’s not the type of guy to control you or treat you like some kind of property, but he will take any opportunity he can to care for and protect you. he basically appoints himself as your personal bodyguard, regardless of how capable you may be.
⋆ simple things like holding your hand, guiding you through crowds, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, giving you his jacket, and calling or texting you to check in is his bread and butter. if he can’t physically be with you, chances are you’ll end up with someone he trusts by your side. he knows first-hand how dangerous the world is, and soap has no plans of letting you be put in harm’s way.
he is a massive flirt.
⋆ look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn’t know how attractive he is. i’m not saying that soap is a cocky bastard - far from it, in fact - but he’s well aware of the effect he has on people.
⋆ once he discovers something you like, he utterly abuses it. your eyes linger on him whenever he braces himself against the doorframe? well, suddenly it’s the most comfortable way to stand! your mind wanders off to a certain place when he speaks to you in a low voice? my, my… he just remembered another story that he simply must tell.
⋆ once he’s sure that the feelings are mutual, soap is bold. cornering you just to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, placing a hand on your knee or thigh just to watch you squirm, casually slipping cheeky remarks and subtle innuendos into your conversations in front of the team. if you respond in kind? even better. he’d love to go back and forth, to challenge you and see who breaks first.
⋆ unsurprisingly, his resolve crumbles first. despite his confidence and desperate attempts to break you, all it takes is a single ghosting of your lips against his to send him over the edge.
⋆ it’s nigh-impossible to not be confident while in this relationship. soap loves, loves, loves complimenting you at every chance. it doesn’t matter how you look or how you feel; you’re always attractive in his eyes. if you ever try to disagree with him, he’ll just grin and shake his head with a simple, "none o' that, love. you’re perfect just like this."
taglist: @sofasoap , @rohansregret
#call of duty#cod#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#call of duty headcanons#cod headcanons#soap x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader#soap headcanons#cod soap#johnny mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#sylph.writes
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🍓 🥤 🌿 for the ask game!!!! <333
🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?
one of my favorite k facts tbh. i invented fanfiction at jesus camp with my new friend eden. we clutched each other on a hillside while a god rock band performed below, puffy with mosquito bites and illicit ideas, and whispered to one another of the members of our mutual favorite band, what if they kissed each other? we were 13 years old. camp was so in-the-middle-of-nowhere you could see the whole milky way at night, the thickness of it. the grass got wetter and wetter the longer you sat in the dark, hiding from the flashlights of your counselors. every few breaths you'd see a shooting star, til you were numb to marvel, til that was just what the night sky looked like and you expected it everywhere. it was magic and no one had ever thought of it before, boys in bands kissing. when we went home to our separate cities, i started handwriting fic (decorated with gel pen! this was the year 2003) and mailing it to her in hot pink envelopes. imagine my surprise when i discovered the internet.
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
one of my favorite fics i ever read was a girl!one direction story about squirting. here it is: you change, water sea by got2ghost
🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity
love this question, as someone who has struggled in the workplace to maintain the same creative energy i had access to in school.
for creativity: read. read endlessly. try to understand on a granular, sentence-and-word-level, why you like the things you like; what makes a line funny, what makes a line scary, what draws you in to a writer's style vs pushes you out of it. what do the books you can't put down have in common? read things that challenge you--long-form novels, old novels, things way outside your preferred genres. and try to have lots of experiences in the time you aren't writing. try new things! paint something, walk down a block you've never been on, look in people's windows, cook a new meal, get coffee at a new place, go for a drive, listen to someone else's favorite record, listen to a record you hate actually, go to a new store and just look around, touch fabrics, dance, have conversations, travel for no reason, watch videos on youtube about new skills you don't intend to master. READ NONFICTION, especially essays. try to avoid doing the same things you're comfortable with or things that feel easy for a whole afternoon. bury yourself in sensation. chase pleasure. let yourself play.
for writer's block: write anyway--in a journal, in your fragmented notes file with ideas, edit or polish something that's already written, get one sentence out. i like to set a timer for 20 minutes and give it a proper try (this means staying off tumblr and my phone) and then, if it doesn't lead to anything, i'm off the hook guilt-free, because i made an effort. try writing in a different notebook, with a different pen, in a different place, even in a different font on your computer. set yourself challenges like, write a 100 word story. write a specific type of poem like a villanelle. respond to a prompt or create one for someone else. if there's a part of the story--or a different story--that feels more easeful to write and you're just trying to get there, skip to that part. to be quite honest, writing in a notebook away from technology is the #1 thing that helps me just keep moving. it breaks me out of distraction and perfectionism cycles. it feels good to fill pages, even if it's with words you don't even up using.
the other part is, accept that our brains won't do what they won't do. great writing is not created by use of force. the biggest thing i have learned about myself is that if i can't write, there's something wrong. maybe the characters in my story aren't making sense, maybe the plot is boring and readers will be just as bored as i am, maybe i need to go back and rewrite something to end up in a better place for the next scene, maybe i need a week off from a story because i'm burned out on it and i should write something else or nothing at all. but most often there's not something wrong with the story--there's something wrong with my life. i don't have the time or the energy; i'm giving too much of the best parts of myself to the wrong thing; i'm trying to write at the wrong time of day for my energy level; i checked my email first and now my concentration is entirely shot; i need to work fewer hours if i want to write more; i need more help around the house if i want to write more; i need to just let it be dirty for a while and skip my chores if i want to write more, etc. figuring out what you need to actually feel like writing--learn to feel that again!--and making it possible to set other things, even important things, aside in order to write when you feel it, is so huge for me. making a commitment to the practice of writing and not the product of it. if you're doing that, you can relax. take care of yourself and fix the imbalances in your life. the ideas will come. writing is organic and we are organisms. given space and time, things will always change from how they are right now. let yourself and your creative practice ebb and flow when it needs to instead of forcing it to be something it's not.
thank you for the ask darling sorry i ranted at you for twenty fucking minutes!!!
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Meet The Tiny Artist! 🖤🧷
Hi there! I made this lil illustration + Q&A for my Pinned Post so y'all can get to know me better! 🖤 (The rest of the Q&A is below the cut!)
So, who exactly am I?
I'm Rayna (but you can call me Ray), I'm 23, a complete British + Bisexual Stereotype, and my pronouns are She/They. Oh, I'm a Borrower too so I'm around 4" tall! ^w^
Why did I make this blog?
I created this blog in 2017 shortly after discovering the G/T* community! I've always loved the idea of being tiny (I remember having quite a few dreams/daydreams when I was a kid about my favourite characters being giants) so I was very happy to discover that there's actually a whole community dedicated to this pretty niche/weird love of mine! :D
*G/T stands for Giant/Tiny and it’s essentially about extreme size-differences! It can range from Giants interacting with Humans to Humans interacting with Borrowers/Fairies/etc. (also referred to as Tinies) and there are so many creative ways to explore these dynamics.
People also tend to identify as giants, tinies or size-shifters- I personally prefer being the tiny (around 3-4" tall) in any scenario but that’s just my preference. ^^
What do I post?
Obviously this blog is predominantly dedicated to G/T, but here’s a quick overview of what I post/draw/write the most:
G/T Fluff! This blog is mainly about cute moments between Giants and Tinies because I absolutely adore stuff like that. Handheld fluff is my absolute favourite, as one of the most comforting things I can imagine is being held by a giant and feeling really protected and loved. (That’s one of the main reasons behind why I love it so much, I tend to get really stressed/anxious a lot of the time and I find a lot of comfort in how calm and happy G/T makes me feel)
You can also expect to see a LOT of G/T memes and puns!
I also draw a lot of G/T Art (and occassionally write short stories too), I've drawn it for various fandoms but I do like creating original work too. A lot of my more recent work is G/T Art involving my partner too because they're an adorable Giant and I love them >w<
I also post random thoughts/ideas/ramblings occassionally...
What I’m basically saying is that this blog is filled with 100% SFW, fluffy G/T content and memes!
What are my other fandoms/interests?
For this question I’ll just list a bunch of my favourite things!! There will be a LOT on this list tbh but this is supposed to be an in-depth About Me page so awaaay we go! :D
Films
The Iron Giant, The Bob's Burgers Movie, South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut, Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse, The Spongebob Squarepants Movie, Ratatouille, The Secret World of Arrietty, The Borrowers, Little Shop Of Horrors, Shallow Grave, Honey I Shrunk The Kids, Shaun of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Fight Club, Orgazmo, Zombieland, the Jackass Movies, the Halloween Movies, Trick r Treat, The Descent, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), A Clockwork Orange, Requiem For A Dream, Deadpool, Jurassic Park and Ghostbusters! (Plus a lot more that I'm probably forgetting-)
TV Shows
South Park, Bob's Burgers, Futurama, The Simpsons, Taskmaster, The I.T. Crowd, Misfits, The Inbetweeners, Rick and Morty (mainly the earlier seasons tho), My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, It's A Sin, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, and although I don't watch them very often I love a good nature documentary! (I think I was once late meeting up with my friends cus I got way too into one and had to watch the whole thing- I only put on the channel for my dogs to watch while I was out!)
Videogames
Little Big Planet (1 and 2), Mario Kart, South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut, Luigi's Mansion 3, Mario Odyessy, Dead Rising (1, 2 and Off The Record), Portal (1 and 2), Stray, Minecraft, Super Mario 3D World + Bowser's Fury and Super Mario Maker 2.
Music
YUNGBLUD, Ninja Sex Party, Don Broco, TWRP, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Ozzy Osbourne, Twisted Sister, Beastie Boys, Panic! At The Disco, DVDA, Queen, The Blackout, Lorde, Wet Leg, Ghost- Honestly you could just pick up any Rock/Punk Compilation CD and you’ve basically got my taste in music in a nutshell. Growing up the Kerrang channel was almost always on in my house and definitely shaped my taste in music! I also adore the soundtracks from a couple of musicals (mainly The Book Of Mormon, Little Shop Of Horrors and War of the Worlds) and I like listening to music from the videogames I listed above! Oh, and the soundtracks from the Jackass films. Those kick ass.
I have written/drawn G/T for some of these fandoms but you can 100% Message me if you want me to make G/T content for any of them! ^^ (Seriously, if you wanna fangirl with me over any of these my inbox is always open!)
Any other interests/hobbies?
I’m really interested in Animation and I hope to pursue it as a career one day! I also love reading comics (especially independent ones/ones based on shows/films that I like) and I enjoy making them sometimes.
Another one of my favourite hobbies is baking! I love making brownies the most, but cakes and cookies are a lot of fun too.
I like to collect things too, and my favourite things to collect are random cute ornaments, plushies, My Little Pony toys and DVDs/Blu-Rays of my favourite shows and films (I have every season of South Park on DVD, plus all the Jackass films and the show!) Plus I love collecting merch! Naturally I love collecting CDs and Vinyl too...
What are my other Social Media accounts?
Main Instagram: @ DragonDoodles57
G/T Instagram: @ CuteTinyArtist
Main Twitter: @ ArtByRayna
Priv Twitter: @ GotAHeartBoner
G/T Twitter: @ CuteTinyArtist
Ao3: @ CuteTinyArtist
Thanks for checking out my 'Meet The Tiny Artist' page! 🖤
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6 front-and-back pages of notes about Deaf West Spring Awakening:
Putting their clothes on onstage before “curtain” and walking onstage while the house fills
Wendla passing the guitar through the mirror frame to her Voice
Frau Bergman washing her hands in the background
Everyone signing “heaven”
Wendla & Voice signing “fairy queen” together
Acknowledging that Wendla would be able to see her mother sign in the mirror, even though the frame is actually empty—exceptional timing by Sandy
Her Voice is comforting Wendla and telling her to confront her mother about the stork
“I’m ashamed to even ask, but then who can I ask, but you?”
Frau Bergman bangs the chair on the floor to stop Wendla
Ensemble work—everyone onstage in the first scene listening to Frau Bergman “explain” how children are made
Demonstrating how emphasis is utilized in ASL as well as speech “whole heart” vagina sign
Many of the Voices are also the band
Make harmonies in Mama Who Bore Me reprise
In school, they aren’t supposed to sign—teacher doesn’t use any sign, closed captions on the chalkboard
When Ernst signs along with his recitation, the teacher shouts at him and forces him to use speech only—Josh Castille’s own voice
As Daniel Durant is fully Dead, Moritz only signs his line, and the teacher forces him to speak - Daniel Durant’s voice is clearly not as developed as the hearing character’s, or even Josh Castille’s who’s hard of hearing
The teacher makes fun of Moritz’s speech and sign, and Melchior stands up for him, signing originally, but dropping his hands when directly threatened with a yard stick, but begins signing again when the teacher turns his back
When Melchior finishes singing All Will Know and the recitation picks up, only the boys played played by hearing actors are actually speaking, and the boys played by Dead/HoH actors continue writing
All of Moritz’s lines in the scene are signed (and CC-ed) only—we don’t hear his Voice character until he starts singing Bitch of Living
Bitch of Living has the last residual mic prop - first time you hear Moritz’s Voice, it’s mic-ed
Voices of Moritz and Otto share the mic stand
Bitch of Living is a supreme example of how Spencer Liff utilized the sign in his choreography
Ali Stroker as Marianna Wheelin’
Austin McKenzie’s rock god moment in Bitch—walking over the chairs, head pumping
Andy signing the backup while all the others hold the table steady
Hanschen saying “maybe do a little Achilles and Patroclus” after Ernst turned his back and can’t see him
Alex still using the mic in the scene after
Headmaster is played by the Deaf actor—love a little irony
Krysta is often still onstage in a different costume then her Ilse one—during My Junk, even though she was entirely separate from the girls onstage, she signed and sang with them
The women’s ensemble slowly join Hanschen’s scene in My Junk,
On the final interruption of the scenes in My Junk, the girls “helping” Hanschen cover their eyes
Andy twirling Ali around him opposite Daniel David Stewart on a random bicycle
Tipping Andy’s chair back on “it’s like we stop time”
Melchior stops Moritz’s hands when Frau Gabor enters the scene
Moritz feels so comfortable talking to Frau Gabor because she accepts his sign
Moritz’s Voice following after Frau Gabor
When Daniel puts the cigarette in Alex’s mouth
The choreo during Touch Me—chalk circles that they couldn’t do on Late, Late—they draw these chalk circles then smudge all the edges
The ensemble do this dance with papers, then right before the climax they rip up the papers and throw them as confetti in the boat formation
The dolphin wave feat. Ali’s hair flip
How Melchior and Moritz sign the “consume my wine” part together
Just everything the ensemble are doing during Touch Me
THE TREE
Awkward silence built by Wendla walking around looking at the tree so she can’t see Melchior trying to sign to her
Wendla sometimes turning to her Voice, probably for ques, but also to help figure out how to interact with Melchi
The “tree” reaching out to touch Melchior, then beckoning Wendla
Just how the tree moves behind them, and them signing together in Word of Your Body
Alex has the mic again in the scene after Word of Your Body—like he needs a microphone in order to be heard at school
Patrick Page voices Herr Knochenbruch while sweeping the papers up from Touch Me like a LEGEND
Marta’s Voice is rarely with her—her household is even stricter
Krysta walks through the scene when they mention Ilse, even though she isn’t wearing the Ilse costume
TRESHELLE EDMUND MOST UNDERRATED ACTRESS
Wendla reaching out to Marta before exiting
Marta and Ilse bed switch and all the bedography
The boys guide and circle the bed, then step away and the girls join and the boys look on
Patrick Page steps through and stands at the front of the boys at the last line and watches—inferred Marta’s father—the girls turn and look at them
MAAAATE the scene after Dark I Know Well where everyone is playing around Moritz who’s blindfolded (bland and Deaf) until he’s called but he doesn’t know he’s been called and just feels everyone stop playing with him until Marta helps him
When Moritz goes up to the headmaster’s office, he passes his Voice by
“a unified…” the sign army with the lighting
Into the circle around Wendla and Melchior
Wendla’s voice hands her the switch
Austin hands the switch off to Ali and exits the circles
“My entire life I’ve never felt” “What?!” and everyone signs “anything”
The circle all face inwards until Wendla says “please, Melchior” then everyone turns to look at him and Ali holds up the switch
The circle all slap the stage as the sound of the switch
After Melchior first hits her and she insists he do it higher on her legs and hikes up her dress, Melchior tips Wendla’s head to look at him and signs something (the boot didn’t zoom out for the CC)
“You bitch! I’ll beat the hell out of you” then realizes and drops the switch, Sandy cries with her own voice
The ensemble all get up, gather, and stare at Wendla—just Otto signs/sings
Wendla walks towards her Voice, but turns her shoulder at the last second
NOW FOR SOME DEEP SHIT—Moritz’s father is played by a Deaf actor, so all their scenes are silent/sign-only , making how he can’t sign at school so much more heartbreaking, and how his parents are STILL so mad at him for failing
When Russell screams “WHY?!” in his face
After Moritz’s father signs “thank god my father never lived to see this day” and exits, Moritz turns and sees the CC of what his father just said
The male ensemble taking the papers of Fanny Gabor’s letter to Moritz
The boys putting Moritz’s clothes in his trunk while singing And Then There Were None
Just faster rhythms, more urgency, and more harmonies all around
The girls all come to watch at the end of And Then There We’re None, the boys end signing guns towards Moritz, and his Voice offers him the pistol, but THE SPOT GOES OUT right before he grabs it and Mirror Blue Night starts
THE LIGHT FINGERTIP GLOVES
Besides the genius light gloves, Spencer Liff and the people who helped develop the ASL manipulated the sign just so where the sign is also dance and interacts and utilizes the lights on their fingertips, while STILL communicating the song visually
Just a gentle reminder that Michael Arden’s sign name is “genius”
WHEN WENDLA TURNS TO HER VOICE BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHY SHE ISN’T SUPPOSED TO DO THIS IF SHE LIKES IT SO MUCH BUT HER VOICE TURNS AWAY
Ok so you can’t even see it in the boot but Josh and Alex walk through the mezz as alter boys during I Believe with smokey incense, it’s actual magic
The switch of Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind and The Guilty Ones
At the top of Act II, as the music plays and adult man does a speech, Wendla and Melchior walk over four chairs each, moved in front of their feet, while blindfolded, towards the center piano. Austin is hearing. Ok. SANDRA MAE FRANK IS DEAF. SHE DID THIS EIGHT TIMES A WEEK, WHAT?!?! Also they do it in sync and reach the piano at the same time, undress each other to resume the positions they finished in Act I in
Just everything about the ensemble in this scene and song is just *chef’s kiss* the chair-ography
The adult ensemble walking through the scene
Don’t Do Sadness interrupts the end of Guilty Ones
Alex has the mic for Don’t Do Sadness
The ensemble knock all the chairs over on the first bass drop, then stand on the few still upright to create a forest in which Moritz finds Ilse
Ilse interupts Moritz’s Voice handing him the gun
Ilse sometimes signing after she says a line
Side note but Krysta was FIGHTING BREAST CANCER WHILE IN THIS SHOW
Did someone say tree-ography? Yes, the trees sign the second chorus of Blue Wind
When Don’t Do Sadness starts up again, the boys all walk towards Moritz and watch him, until Blue Wind starts over it, then they all turn and walk away
Moritz doesn’t even look at Ilse when she signs her last line “when you finally wake up, I’ll be lying some trash heap”
Daniel Durant runs around the forest screaming with his own voice
Are you ready for heartbreak? “I’m ready now. I’ll be an angel.” Moritz pushes the mic down from his voice, and holds out his hand for the gun. THEN ALEX LEAVES. Daniel signs his last lines in silence.
This production is so fucking brilliant and I’m gonna cry
Moritz smooths his clothes, runs his fingers through his hair, and puts the pistol under his chin. He takes a deep breath, and when he releases, a white flood light fills the stage and blinds the audience as the opening chords of Left Behind play. All the girls standing as trees on chairs are looking at Moritz as he looks around. Ilse runs on, and upon seeing Moritz, breaks down in tears at his feet. The tree girls turn to look at Melchior as he begins to sing.
All the girls putting flowers on Moritz’s coffin, the boys picking it up and lowering it into a trapdoor onstage; all dropping the ropes on “fool”
Melchior standing right behind Melchior’s father to sign the last part, while Ilse walks by behind him
Not the essay being 10 feet long
Just how Austin McKenzie does Totally Fucked like he knows this is what the audience has been waiting for all night
The cast popping out of the trap door
Yeah but Andy Mientus hanging out of the second story door signing a line of Totally Fucked is the hottest thing you’ll ever see
The reappearance of the mic, this time held by the stand in front of Melchi while girls swoon in the pit cause this is a real rock concert
Josh holding the caption cards even though Austin is singing and signing
All of the kids and Voices standing together and signing the chorus
Ali tipping her chair and Sandy pulling her back up
During the second “bah blah” section, all the hearing actors put their hands in front of their mouths, and the Deaf actors hold their hands together like their cuffed. Then the madness during the second round where everyone goes crazy signing, and moving and mooning the audience if you’re Andy Mientus or holding up your A Chorus Line headshot if you’re Alex Wyse.
Just the way the vineyard scene happens on the piano
It’s Joshua Castille and Daniel David Stewart being the most precious duo
HANS SHUSHES ERNST’S VOICE WHEN HE SNICKERS
Ernst’s hand slips off the piano and his Voice hits the keys OK GENIUS DIRECTION
Ok but not DDS starting to play the song while still saying Ernst’s lines
Deaf West still got vocal direction; Andy sings Word of Your Body COMPLETELY differently than Austin did
Hanschen leaning back on the piano like a little bitchass—also the way Andy glides across the piano top
The way Hanschen stops Ernst from signing “bruise”
The way Patrick Page speaks as the doctor—louder when speaking to Wendla, and he always taps her when he is about to say something—more accepting than the school, but still ignorant
Sandy says “you said you told me everything” in her own voice
Playing Harr Gabor is the only time Patrick Page signs
Frau Gabor is a forward thinking badass
Her Voice doesn’t look at Wendla during Whispering singing out to the audience till “so let that be my story”
Even the boys at the reformatory sign
WE LOVE A PIANO SET PIECE YAS WE LOVE TO SEE IT
Wendla is separated from her Voice for the abortion, and you can hear Sandy screaming offstage
All the ensemble come running onstage and stop and stare at Frau Bergman in distress. Ilse steps up into her face just as she notices them there
While Ilse reads Melchior’s letter to her out, Thea reads it over her shoulder and signs it out
Almost the whole cast is sitting in chairs as tombstones
Moritz’s tombstone is a trunk set over a trap door
When reading Wendla’s tomb, he start finger spelling, and stops when he realizes who it is, then does Wendla’s name sign silently
Moritz comes out of the trunk that was his grave
Wendla was sitting as one of the tombstones, and stands on her chair to sign her verse
As ghosts, the voices are less prevalent onstage
THE MOST HAUNTING BONGOS EVER
The Not Gone formation *weeps*
The cast renter sans shoes and jackets—they remove their clothes during Purple Summer as they put them on at the top of the show
For Purple Summer, the voices don’t necessarily sing for the same people they voiced
“The fences sway….the porches swing…THUNDER” harmonies
The voices in the band exit into paradise first, stop playing and leave, then slowly all the cast leave through the door (Andy picks up Ali out of her chair and carries her through) and Austin stays longer, stopping and signing the last “of purple summer” silently and as slow as can be in silhouette in the doorway. The adult ensemble all slowly walk over and watch them all leave.
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Five Things You Never Get Tired of Writing
@birdbrainedinsomnia
Oooh, heck yeah!!! Hello!!
1. Hurt/comfort is my bread and butter (especially when there's an enemies to lovers trope braided in). It does not even have to be anything truly dark, but writing a sprinkle of light comfort after a tiny hurt gives me comfort, and I know that that notion extends to some of my subscribers as well. We're like a pack of tiny birds. All huddling together to share warmth in the wind.
2. Horror, with a bit mystery, is the parsley on my buttered bread. I love when the vibe is slow and steady and everything reveals itself page after slow, tedious page. The tension building with each. Dread creeping up on you as you go. And then- Boo! Absolute chaos as the story reaches its climax.
3. Tooth-rotting fluff. I want cuddles, forehead kisses, low tender reassurances shared between each little 'I love you's that the characters breathe out. And if it's mixed with a little hurt/comfort on the side? *Chef's kiss*
4. Elaborate landscapes. And costumes. And settings. And vibes. I live for making everything overly detailed, really, to the point where some of it gets an almost dreamy quality to it. Uh, and feathers! And pearls! Shiny things! Yep. (I'm not a magpie, I swear)
5. Politics in a fantasy setting. Civil unrest. Crime! -and then dealing with the consequences of that.
Tagging: @sylphidine (My rotg motherduck! (No pressure to fill this))
@celepom (I know we're not in the same fandom anymore, but I'll never forget checking the Lazytown tag, to see your drawings everytime a new chapter, in the fic we both subscribed to, dropped. Also, I'm generally curious to see how you'd fill this one out (no pressure though))
Awwww, that means a lot that my art was anticipated as much as the writing of others. I was inspired by them, and I’m glad I could add to the enjoyment of their work with my art.
As for what I like to write...
1. Jokes - I like playing with words in ways that are fun and tend to make people laugh. Which is odd, because I don’t usually seek out straight-comedy-media (outside of comedians). Comedy has to be an additive to the adventure or the narrative. Like seasoning on a meal, I want it to be part of the narrative but not the whole thing, because it can becoming exhausting when there’s too much and it makes the good bits lose their impact.
2. Supernatural/Folklore/Mythology/etc - I love imaging the unnatural and telling stories using what’s come before. Even as a kid, I never really “played house” or other IRL equivalents. I was always delving into worlds of fantasy and becoming something not myself. And that holds true in my writing. While it’s true that your characters always contain parts of you, I often like exploring completely alien perspectives and how something divorced from humanity would think.
3. World Building - If you’re my friend, you know I go hard with world building, to the point where if I find something that breaks everything, I’ll straight-up rewrite the whole story to make it work again. I’ve had friends broach stories with me and immediately jumped into the sandbox with them to help add detail to this world. It’s the little things that breathe life into a world, things that a reader may not notice, but I love working out all the little bits and bobs.
4. FEEEEEEEEEEELS - I love punching my readers in the soul lol. Whether it be fluff, sorrow, angst, horror, I want to make you FEEL Things! It’s all in the “oh.” and even moreso in the “Oh Fuck!” It’s in the moments that make your breath catch, or make you laugh and cry at the same time. If I can make you FEEL, I have succeeded in my objective!
5. Shipping Da Babies - Even though I haven’t had much time for it these past few years, I do love writing scenarios between ships I like. Playing around with pr-established dynamics. It’s based upon what I love most about storytelling, which is characters and their relationship dynamics (and I don’t mean just romantic). I don’t really have a favourite genre of fiction because I ultimately like reading about people and their lives/adventures.
I tag @indigowallbreaker and @teejay-kaye and @dangerouscommiesubversive to keep the Old Lazytown Train Rolling
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so after reading supergirl woman of tomorrow I’ve been really hungry for comics with really good art. comics that I’ve enjoyed (thanks to recs from friends) are cosmoknights and paper girls.
so I wanted to ask, do you have any recs (supergirl or not) for comics with great art?
OOOOoooh, I do indeed have some recommendations! (I too am always hungry for Really Good Comic Art, and I'll admit that I'm still working to go outside my comfort zone and try new creators/types of stories, so this list is not exhaustive! But hopefully some of these titles can act as springboards for further exploration--that's how I've been going about it!)
RIGHT, SO! In terms of 'cape comics' and superhero stuff:
Stuart Immonen's Superman: Secret Identity. Immonen is regarded as one of the best 'cape comics' artists out there. He's since moved on to self-published indie titles, but yeah. Not only is this a great 'Superman' story but also, like:
Russell Dauterman's Thor run with Jane Foster. Since Love and Thunder recently came out, I think they've collected this story in it's own trade, so it's maybe easier/cheaper to hunt down? Otherwise it's available in three hardcover omnibuses (omnibi???) and it's basically gorgeous:
Anything with Darwyn Cooke art. New Frontier is the big one but pretty much all of his work is phenomenal.
Elena Casagrande's Black Widow run. Eisner-winning book that Marvel decided to cancel at issue 15. *cue frustrated grumbling* The run has several fill in artists but when Casagrande's on? Beautiful double page spreads and, since it's a Kelly Thompson book, a whole lotta De Luca effect!
(Note: The book itself is not in black and white, I believe this was shared either by Casagrande or Thompson via a newsletter to show the process/bts stuff)
**Cliff Chiang's Catwoman Lonely City. The artist behind Papergirls doing a stellar 'Old Lady Selina' book. Great stuff.
**Greg Smallwood's Human Target. Tom King gets all the good artists, I tell ya! XD Really lovely homage to mid-century illustration, and a fairly compelling Noir-y murder mystery, told with superheroes!
Anything with Jamal Campbell art: I think the 'second season' of Naomi just wrapped (which is literally what they called the comic--not to be confused with the actual TV season ) and **Far Sector is also out as a completed trade. I *love* the way Campbell renders his figures. (And it's all him! Inks, colors, the whole deal!)
Dan Mora's Batman/Superman World's Finest. Everything Dan Mora draws is just flat-out awesome. Slick! Dynamic! Begging for an animated adaptation of some sort! Would also recommend checking out his Power Rangers stuff (he's got this very cool oneshot about like. Redemption Arc Alt-Universe Kimberly Hart/Pink Ranger. It's great.) and I've not read it myself but **Once and Future is coming to a close, so if you're into Arthurian Legends, that might be one to look in to.
Honorable Cape Comic Mentions: Anything and Everything by either Chris Samnee or Doc Shaner. (Daredevil and the current, ongoing Mary Marvel title especially.) For Samnee, beautiful use of spot blacks and a mastery of sequential storytelling; for Shaner, his color game is on point and his character acting/figure work is wonderful.
Cape Comic Anthologies:
Batman Black and White, Superman Red and Blue, Wonder Woman Black and Gold, Solo, and Wednesday Comics. Anthology books are usually a hard sell because there's no guarantee that you're going to enjoy all the stories, so I don't typically recommend them. However, these collections specifically focus on the art side of things--most of them feature a kind of artistic 'gimmick'. (I.e. limited color palettes, newspaper comic formatting, etc.) There's a ton of folks featured in these books--Batman Black and White especially, I think there's multiple volumes of that. A great way to find new artists to check out!
Non-Superhero Stuff:
Matías Bergara's Step by Bloody Step. The trade comes out soon; it's an entirely wordless comic, so the art literally carries the entire book. XD It's heckin' gorgeous, and OUR BOY MAT LOPES ON COLORRSSS
Jeff Smith's Bone. A classic in both black and white, and color!
Luke Pearson's Hilda. The series upon which the adorable Netflix show is based! Beautiful color design and fun panel construction throughout.
Jonathan Case's Little Monarchs. This one came out recent-ish I believe. Really compelling premise rooted in real-world science, and features in-universe 'field notes' and illustrations, all meticulously rendered.
**Elsa Charretier's Love Everlasting. Okay, you wanna know the WILD thing about Charretier??? She was an aspiring actress at one point, but she wasn't happy with it. Her partner at the time wanted to write comics, so he bluffed his way through a pitch with a pro without any pages. He asked her to draw some and BOOM, that's how she decided to teach herself how to draw comics!!! In 2012!!! Insanity. In the best way.
Tracy Butler's Lackadaisy. Easily one of the most beautiful and INCREDIBLY clever webcomics around. It's a bunch of rum-runner cats. I know Butler has a Patreon these days but I *think* the comic itself is still available for free.
Titles marked with a ** are Black Label/mature, so. Not appropriate for all ages. Just a heads up!
And there is the list! As mentioned, hopefully this is a good starting point for poking around into other corners of comic art; there's a TON of great indie titles out right now, and I gotta say, DC is doing a pretty great job with a lot of their Black Label stuff in terms of committing to artists in particular. Marvel is in a bit of a...not a slump, necessarily, but very tied to their 'house style' at the moment. (Alex Ross has a new Fantastic Four graphic novel coming out, though, so that should be interesting!)
If you have any other questions about these titles/further recs, feel free to send 'em my way!
#comic recs#stranger replies#long post#looooooong post#I've cited just the artists here but hopefully a title search will bring these up most places where comics are available
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742 (Epilogue: A Brownie in a Coffee Shop)
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Relationships: Virgil/Patton (romantic, but could be read as platonic)
Characters:
Main: Virgil, Patton
Appear: Janus, Logan, Roman
Mentioned: Remus
Summary:
Virgil Sanders died alone on a hill at the edge of town by his own hand near the end of his senior year of high school. Patton had never known him; he was also the last person to see him alive.
Despite having barely ever talked to Virgil, Patton never could get over the boy’s death and he could never get rid of the sketchbook Virgil had pressed into his hands before running off that day. It didn’t matter that the number of drawings of Patton himself was… a bit creepy given the context that they hadn’t really known each other. The sketchbook was always somehow a comfort to him.
When Patton is mortally injured, he finds himself reaching for that comfort and suddenly ends up in his old high school with a dead boy standing front of him. Now, it’s a race against the clock to survive a danger Patton had no memories of being in last time with a boy who knew more about him than he really should. If they’re fast enough, maybe this time, no one has to die.
Notes: temporary major character death, suicide (temporary and self-sacrificial, not because of mental health reasons), a bit of gross out stuff (a character walked through what is in essence digestive fluid of a giant slug monster)
This is the chapter by chapter repost of my story for the @ts-storytime Big Bang 2022 event. You can see the whole story here.
A special thanks to @kiapet2 for being my beta reader and to @easy-meta-knight for the artwork. It was fun working with you!
Check out the awesome artwork for this fic here!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
2.5 Years Later (or 1 Month Earlier)
“Don’t be boring,” Patton complained.
“I’m not boring,” Virgil replied, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Coffee is good.”
“Coffee is good,” Patton agreed. “I have coffee, but having the same coffee every day is boring.”
“You don’t have coffee,” Virgil said. “You have an abomination.”
“Just try it!” Patton insisted.
“No.”
Patton pouted, but Virgil just avoided his gaze, so he didn’t give in and try Patton’s coffee lemonade. Patton had been trying all month to get him to try it, but he wouldn’t.
It was the middle of July, and it was a month before Patton and Virgil started their third year of university. It had taken Patton a lot longer to get to that third than he’d expected.
He and Virgil had ended up getting an apartment in their first year, Patton not wanting to do dorm life again with a bunch of freshmen and Virgil not liking the idea of showering with a bunch of strangers.
They didn’t usually go home to Kairos Hill for the summer. Virgil didn’t care to visit his old foster family, and Logan traveled a lot since he’d gotten a job with the MIU.
“Their summer specials are really good,” Patton said when Virgil gave him no attention.
“So is their plain coffee,” Virgil said with a snort. He was still avoiding Patton’s gaze, bending over to grab his sketchbook out of his backpack.
The sketchbook he pulled out was almost full, but not quite. Logan would be coming by in a few weeks to wish them well for their next year at college and would doubtlessly bring by a fresh one just as he’d get Patton a new planner. Virgil usually took a year to fill a sketchbook if he gave himself a whole page per drawing instead of cramming multiple onto one page.
The sketchbook with 743 drawings crammed into it was in Patton’s backpack at the moment, even though it had long been finished, with one last drawing made 24 hours after the giant slug monster’s eventual defeat.
“Roman will drink your abomination when he comes to town,” Virgil said, twirling a pencil between his fingers as he studied a blank page.
“But I want you to drink it!” Patton insisted.
“Mmm, sucks.”
He still would not look at Patton and Patton’s puppy dog eyes, even when Patton loudly huffed.
Roman was coming to town in a few weeks along with his twin brother Remus. Both of the twins were working with the MIU these days. They’d ended up joining up independently, since apparently some of Remus’s ‘behavioral problems’ that had gotten him expelled from their high school had been magic-related.
Janus was coming too. The MIU initially hadn’t been able to figure out what had happened in this city in the original timeline. Yet, after moving here for university, Virgil had spent a good amount of time researching and by the end of their first semester, he’d found a moth dragon egg in the city sewers. Janus had been impressed as no one else had been able to catch it. Virgil had been deemed the ‘bug expert’ to his and Logan’s chagrin. (Logan’s because a slug was not a bug.) It would have hatched to disastrous results in a few years if they hadn’t caught it.
Even though the threat that they assumed had almost killed Patton once was gone, there was still going to be a MIU presence in the town through the beginning of September.
Now it was still July though and when Virgil still wouldn’t give him attention, Patton sighed and reached for his planner.
They worked in silence for a bit. Patton peaked at Virgil’s drawing ever so often and couldn’t help but forgive the slight of Virgil not trying Patton’s coffee lemonade when he saw the sketch coming to life on the page. It was of Patton once again.
Virgil was invested in his drawing, not even pausing to sip on his coffee which was saying something for him. Patton felt his heart squeeze looking at him and instinctively reached for the sketchbook in his own bag.
The first drawing Patton could fully remember watching Virgil draw (though sometimes when he was on the verge of sleep other memories of the same thing drifted across his mind just out of reach) was the last one in this sketchbook.
It was a picture of the sunset the day after the time loop broke, and it was a perfect rendition from what Patton could remember. Most of the page was dedicated to that sunset, but in the corner, he could see a somewhat vague shape that he knew was Patton himself.
He’d watched Virgil sit in the grass drawing that picture. Virgil had looked at it for a long moment once it was finished and then closed the sketchbook. He’d given it to Patton permanently then. Patton had a lot of other drawings everywhere in their apartment to look at these days, but he still found himself opening this sketchbook often. The protection charm still buzzed merrily under his fingers.
“Are you going to eat that brownie?” Virgil asked curiously after looking up from his sketchbook.
“Yes, I’m going to eat my brownie!” Patton said with narrowed eyes. “Don’t even think about it mister.”
Virgil looked at him, and Patton did not look away quickly enough to avoid Virgil’s puppy dog eyes that were somehow even more potent than Patton’s own.
Patton sighed. “We’ll split it,” he said. “But only this time, mister.” It was a lie. It wasn’t the first or the last time.
Virgil grinned.
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Being in the shadowhunters fandom is fucking wild,
bc i famously dont like cc and been here for 3 years now holy shit, some of the ppl here were here before i could even say goo goo gaga and shit,
so lemme explain my journey that nobody asked for✌️🤡
i have a strong hate for tmi, bc it traumatised me at the ripe age of twelve and book malec made my queer tween brain think i was a mistake and a stain on the universe for being a closeted bisexual.
The only character i cared about was simon and then cc made him cheat on the two most wonderful women. That didnt go well with my divorced parent having ass. Do i need to mention that it was around this time i came out to my parents during quarantine of 2020 june and promptly got shafted and traumatised. 🙃
I only read tmi bc my stepmother got me chog. And i read a 100 pages before i decided i needed context for this shit.
Anyway, I finished tmi, hated it, wanted to read tda, then went on to read tda, illegally, and got shafted when I found out I accidentally read summaries of the first two books. And not the books itself, got angry at me for being dumb and then went to read the 3rd book, finished it in a haze of rage and sleep and I barely remember what happened.
I tried to litsen to the audiobook of tid and after like 7 hours, the first part, i fell asleep. And lost patience to rewind the whole thing.
So i gave up and instead finished chog and then finished choi but i barely remember anything.
Last year around september i downloaded the whole tid triology to finish it, i made it to the point i left off last time, but got bored.
I got thru 7hours of ghost of shadow market on yt before it got deleted 👀
I skimmed Sobh bc the writing style there is fucking atrocious I do not know what happened, and I'm not sure if I want to know either. I maybe will read twp when I'm an old man with chronic back pain and way too much free time on my hands. So yeah. I will read Chot bc of Alastair Carstairs and Alastair Carstairs only.
Love some ppl in this fandom, but they don't know me yet. Did feel good during Alastair Carstair month when I was most active with my fics and drawings and I saw my fav blogs reblog my stuff. i had extreme fanboy moments .
I fill the void in my heart cc created by drawing her actually good and fleshed-out characters.
I loathe this woman for many thing and one of them is, creating this blasted universe which has so much potential; which would be so much better if someone who knows what they are doing got their hands on it.
I may or may not have 17361881367829 plot Lines that serve only one purpose, "have jace and clary not kiss when they believe they are siblings and sebastine doesn't have a raging hard on for them"
So I'm just a Bengali queer+trans teen with a hyper fixation. This fandom is my hell but I got comfortable. I come in and out, and each time watch it becomes just a little bit worse than before.
#anti cc#Tsc crit#Anti tmi#the shadowhunter chronicles#Big rant nobody asked for#Practiced this speech for year's#I still have more to say#This post is just going to rot in my blog isn't it ?#Auru's tsc rants
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The second blog, Our Mensiversarry.
Dear, my lover. There’s only one thing brighter than the sun, there’s only one thing more lovely than flowers, there’s only one thing as beautiful as the sky, and there is only one thing I think when I look into your eyes.. that smile. That smile is amazing to say the least, it compels me to see it more and more.. taking over my heart and mind, until all I can think is.. that smile. I genuinely love that smile. I want that smile to blooms every time I look at you. So, I tried to write something here, with hope that smile of yours can grow more brighter, because of me.
#1 You’re my book.
Zen, you are a book that always brings me joy when I read it. You are a plot that evokes feelings of sadness, joy, and peace within its story. You are the entirety of chapters, each part of which warms my body, opening up many new experiences I have never felt before, and then making me choose to continuously immerse myself in that story. You have become my favorite book.
#2 You’re my songs.
Zen, you are a song that resonates with a symphony so beautiful, every lyric touches me to the deepest core of my heart. You are a song that delivers comfort when I hear it from your voice. It makes me addicted until I drift off to sleep. Your song echoes easily in my mind, making me constantly think of you and how beautiful every chorus played within you as if you were a song created with art. The only art that I love the most.
#3 You’re the whole script.
Zen, you are not just a fleeting moment or a passing scene in the narrative of my love life; you are an entire script, intricately woven into the fabric of my whole being. You fills the pages with depth, emotion, and meaning, shaping the storyline in ways I never imagined possible. Every word you speak, every action you take, adds layers of complexity and richness to the plot, and I realize that you are not just a script in my love life.. You are the very heart and soul of it, the one who brings meaning and purpose to every page.
#4 You’re the main idea.
Zen, you’re the main idea of this movie romance. Your character in this story is dynamic and compelling, drawing me in with your charm, your quirks, and your flaws. And just like any good movies, our love story is not without its challenges and conflicts, but it is through these trials that our bond grows stronger, our connection deeper. Together, we shape the plot, navigate the conflicts, and ultimately write the ending that we both desire. We make romance movies for our own love stories.
As you know, being in your heart is like being on a carousel, around and around I go but it is my heart that you will always know. Being in love with you is like being in front of a firing squad, just as it hits me I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. Next thing you know, I’m in love with you out of control.
I just… fell in love with every side of you, Zen. And this feelings will continue to increase as time goes by, so.. happy 2nd mensiversarry. Let’s meet again, sayang, in the another months until we can reach the galaxy?
This is… another confessions for my Sothis-star! ☆ https://bit.ly/3uL7VJR
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Heads and Three Tales - Foundation Art and Design Final Project 2022
This is the story of my journey with this art project and how I learned to love my art. Enjoy.
PROPOSAL
Something I can say with a lot of confidence about what I have learnt on this course is that art is not that scary. I had a pretty traumatic experience during my art a-level, so much so that I became utterly terrified of art. It was only during the 2020 lockdown when I, and like a lot of other people, started enjoying old passions again and started to rekindle old fires within us. I took a year out to let the fire keep growing, and it did very slowly. I would say at this point it has become a giant bonfire. My original plan was to take two years out but I have a feeling if I did that, then my fire would still be relatively small. This course definitely threw gas onto the flames and I am very grateful for it.
This course has helped me gain interests in mediums that I didn't even know that I had, for example like lino printing. I had only done lino printing once during my first year of a-level and it was taught very differently (they never mentioned the lino needed to be warm for it to work). I also realised how much I enjoy the interactive route with my work – the more interactive the better. In past projects, I have noticed that I stick to a medium that I am comfortable in, my GCSE was practically only digital art that I had printed out and stuck in a book. I did that because it was what I was most comfortable with at the time. I don’t like surprises and I don’t like not having control – that's why other mediums scared me. But now, the idea of using multiple mediums only fills me with excitement.
When brainstorming this project, my first thought was immediately interactive again. I think since I want to make interactive stories in the future, I am always drawn to the idea. However, instead of doing a story again, I took a step back and looked at my other interests, one of them being games, the digital kind and the not digital kind. Since one of my interests is character design and it is something I enjoy doing in my spare time as well, I wanted to design three characters for this game that I wanted to create. Obviously, I do not have enough time to create a fully playable video game but I thought back to games I enjoyed taking part in and one that kept coming up in my mind was the choose-your-own-adventure book Romeo and/or Juliet. In this book, you have to turn to pages depending on the options that you choose and it is one of the best books I own. But, again I ran into the problem of not having enough time to write a full length choose your own adventure book, so I went back to the drawing board. I went back to the drawing board many times and came to the conclusion that a book format would be the best option. The original plan was to do a big flow chart, but due to me not researching how much space I would get at this exhibition, I had to do an emergency change to a book format. Also, when I starting typing my stories, I realised that if I wanted to do a flow chart, I would have had to remove nearly all detail and that would have just made the whole thing underwhelming. So, book it is!
I got my format, but now I need to get my concept. What is it going to be this time? I thought back to my last project which has a fantasy and mystery aspect to it and knew that I would be safe should I decide to take that route again. I would be safe but I also think that I would be bored. I began thinking about stuff that had happened recently in the world, or what is going to happen to the world and came to the conclusion that I was going to make an apocalypse themed project. Three apocalypses, three stories, your choices. I wanted to add an aspect of reality to this project, so two of my apocalypses are based around events that could actually happen one day: a nuclear apocalypse and a plague apocalypse. The third apocalypse will be a fantasy themed one.
I felt the need to include a fantasy themed apocalypse to make sure that it is not taken completely seriously. It is just a game after all. And people like zombie games! Think to Last of Us (2013) by Naughty Dog games has won many awards. However, like Last of Us I did not only want to focus on the zombie aspect of it all – that would just be boring to me. So, that is where the idea of creating characters that would stick with you came into play. I wanted to focus on the relationship you build with these characters in this dire situations and how that can change people.
The artists that I will be researching would be down the war art path, like Langlands and Bell who created the House of bin Laden interactive piece. There is also the book Unofficial War Artist by Peter Kennard. That book is very interesting since it used collages as the medium – a very different medium to what I originally planned but am definitely interested in incorporating. I also looked at choose-your-own-adventure video games, specifically ones that had choices that could affect the whole story instead of one character. Games like Until Dawn and Life is Strange. I also liked the idea of having to drive readers into a corner like how they do in these games – they force you to make decisions you don’t really want to make and that’s what makes them stand out.
The problems that I encountered weren’t severe but they did cause a couple hours of extreme stress. My teacher’s reaction did not help but it’s ok because I did it. The first problem was that everyone I explained my idea to, did not really understand what this would look like. It was only until I stood up and used a wall to explain how this would look (which turned out to be pointless because I changed the way that I would format this project anyway but it was something to learn from)
One of the big problems was to do with my original format. I was drawn to do a flow chart because I had convinced myself that it would be easier – just a few bubbles of text and a simple story line, how hard could this possibly be? Well, it turns out, extremely hard. I had ran into a problem when I has been told how much space I was allowed for my project and it was a lot smaller than I would have wanted. I was then told that I could use some wall space and I thought that that had solved my problem and I went about my day. However, the problem came crashing down on me again when I had started writing later that evening. I already had 1,500+ words in my document and I had only just met Box (I wrote her story first). In that moment I knew that I had to change my plan. If I wanted to stick to a flow chart then I would have had to cut out about 99% of the details and it would be so disappointing. I had called my older sister in panic and asked what to do. I knew what I needed to do, I was just incredibly intimidated by it. Fortunately, I decided it would be best to do the book format instead.
All of the other problems I encountered I could easily fix such as time management and how to use inDesign. Luckily, I used to play around on the Adobe programs a lot so I can easily figure out how to use them. As for time management, I just decided to be more strict on myself. No social media, no video games, get up at a reasonable time and take breaks when necessary. It surprised me every time how much work I can actually do if I just don’t let myself get distracted.
Probably the most important skill that I need to learn to be able to complete this FMP is time keeping. Yes, I have to do a number of things for this project to work but I am confident that I can bring this to life, provided I use my time well.
My project will be a mix of mediums since I want to show a variation of techniques that I have learned on this course. I will use my passion for character design to bring the three main characters into existence, but I will need to use a mix of mediums to fully bring them to life.
My work will be displayed as a big wall piece, separated into three sections, each showing a different story. I want the viewer to feel like they can pick whichever story they want. I want them to experience the fun of the game but also acknowledge the reality of the stories – this could happen to our world. Around the three sections, I wanted to add objects to create a sort of environment for the viewer to step into. For example, in the fantasy apocalypse, the viewer might encounter the antagonist – a psycho killer who wears a big, vintage dress and wears a cardboard box on her head who also happens to have a fascination for knifes.The viewer will know that she is the antagonist because around the area where her game is, there will be printed wanted posters of her. This is to try and bring some of the world to the exhibition.To evaluate this project and to keep track of what I have done, I will keep a reflective journal. I noticed that this helped a lot during this course and I could see how my opinions changed on certain topics as the weeks went on. I think feedback from teachers and fellow students would also help me develop this project.
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as your roommate — genshin headcanons
characters: albedo, childe, kazuha, xiao
category/extra notes: modern!au, roommate!au, fluff, most of them end with you falling in love because why not, kinda cliche at some parts probably
a little summary: woah you just landed yourself a roommate! congrats! but what kind of roommate are they?
a/n: by roommate i mean that u like share an apartment?? flat?? idk what the right term is ( @xiaophobic , @test-tube modern headcanons psst),, you can definitely see my kazuha favoritism in this,,
albedo
introduces himself and then immediately scurries into his room. hes a good roommate; hes quiet and doesnt bother you, although you are quite worried for him at times. once, you left for a couple of days and when you came back there was no food. zero. upon asking him what he ate during this period, he just kind of looked at you blankly and said jean came by and gave him food. after that, you both started to eat meals together, because he often forgot to do that while burrowing himself in his work. when it gets warmer, you find him sitting on the balcony quite often, painting and drawing the view. you only smile at him and hand him his coffee, but maybe if you took a peek into his sketchbook, you would notice some pages were filled with the drawings of you.
childe
you hit it off instantly. its so easy, talking to him and laughing with him. movie nights are a must and happen quite often;; if you find yourself building a fort, dont be surprised. he likes to cuddle, but only if its okay with you. probably challenges you to a dance off at two am when the both of you cant sleep and are making cupcakes. a surprisingly good cook, you find out when he immediately offers to make dinner when you mention youre hungry. he probably misses his family and isnt really used to living alone. he talks about them quite often, and when one time they visit his younger brother teucer mentions he spoke about you quite often too. you only smile when you see childe scold him, but you cant find yourself to mind for him to become a more stable part of your life.
diluc
to be quite honest, probably offers to pay the whole rent by himself. sats you down the first thing you move into the apartment so you can decide some ground rules so the both of you feel comfortable. its kind of intimidating, how serious he is about it. ever the gentleman; buys the groceries and cleans after himself, never has his friends over for too long. offers to help you with studying, although you always see him buried in books all day, so you dont have the heart to accept his offer. its nice, living with him. you dont notice when you become closer, spending nights while studying together or going out to but food. your friends joke that you act like a married couple, and the both of you only laugh it off. but, deep in your heart, you know you stare at him in a way lovers and not friends do. and if you payed close attention, you would notice he does, too.
kazuha
you fall into a rhythm with him; your mornings are filled with slow chats, the smell of coffee and tea and the flowers he always brings from the flower shop down the street. your apartment is filled with plants; small and big, with leaves or without. you find out he enjoys taking care of them and when you find him talking to them he just asks if you want to join in too. he might be a little bit eccentric, but you dont mind. you spend time together, often finding yourself in each others rooms when you cant sleep. he has a calm voice, lulling you to sleep with the stories he said beidou went through. he allows you to braid his hair and you help him dye his streak. your clothes become his and vice versa, both of you finding yourself comfortable enough to do that. youre mistaken for a couple quite often, but neither of you say anything. you find yourself kissing him goodbye and he does the same next time youre the one leaving.
xiao
for the longest time you even doubt there is someone living with you. the first interaction you had with him was when you asked him to turn the music down. he only looked at you and nodded, closing the door. after that, you continued to live as if there wasnt anyone living in the apartment with you. you dont mind, assuming he simply preferred to be alone. it stays like that, until one day you get sick from stress from all the workload and he finds you sitting in the living room, head hidden in your legs and a blanket wrapped around you. he seem to be quite worried and not sure what to do, briefly asking if youre alright. upon you looking at him, runny nose and blood striken eyes, he simply moves to the kitchen and starts to prepare something. he comes back after a while, with a plate of almond tofu. “i dont really know what else to make, so please take this,” he says, giving you the food. he stays with you and tries to take care the best he can. you become much closer after that and he turns out to be a sweetheart. you become best of friends and you take care of him the next time he gets sick too.
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part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)
part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.
tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?
EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !
confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]
a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.
momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.
it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"
he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.
and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?
that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.
and yet his signature was still missing.
"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.
"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "
"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "
"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "
the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.
however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.
though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.
the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.
but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.
"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"
he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.
"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.
your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.
but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.
"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.
you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.
"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.
he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.
a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.
"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"
a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.
"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "
your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.
he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.
"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.
"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "
you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.
so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?
he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.
"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"
todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?
you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.
y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.
but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.
"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "
he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.
"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "
a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.
"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "
you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.
nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.
that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.
"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.
"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "
his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.
you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.
you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.
shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.
he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.
he has done too much to keep you around.
and you were drunk, not stupid.
you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.
awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.
"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "
a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?
he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.
the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.
AHHH omg sorry sorry i told you i can't do a fluffy end!! >< (comments and reblogs are appreciated <3)
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xiao | memories
note | thank you for the 1000+ followers. I don't deserve it with the lack of updates and motivation. Half a year and I finally decided to write again. This is similar to the "Moments with you" headcanons I do. I hope you like this new series I will be starting with each/most/some characters. Also big thank you to @arthurhastingpoems for betaing! This was suppose to end with smut but lol what happened.
Tags: Established relationship, extremely corny/cheesy lol, hurt/comfort, a tiny bit of violence, fluff, bittersweet if you squint
You never expected to fall deep in love with the man beside you, who’s seldom rough and cold. But also, so soft towards you, as if you were something precious to him. A collection of stories shared between the two of you.
i.
It was rather unexpected when you first discovered you had a peculiar interest in Xiao’s arms or more specifically, his strength. You love how easy it was for Xiao to pick you up, as if you weighed nothing – that raw power that’s contained within. The first time you consciously discovered this fact was when you were playfully wrestling him due to playful banter.
You were both on the sofa, a soft comforter that left you unintentionally drowsy as you sink deeper into a comfortable state. On the other hand, Xiao was seated upright on the other end with a book in his hands. These were rare peaceful days that you both couldn’t afford frequently as duties kept you two occupied and most importantly, separated. As sleep started to overtake your senses, you started poking him lightly with your feet to draw his attention.
The slight twitch in response did not go unnoticed, however his gaze continued to be fixated on the literature in front of him. You, of course, did not mind as much but continued your ministrations to escape your drowsy state.
As time went by, you rose from your laying position and snuggled closer to him, laying your head softly onto his shoulders. You peered over curiously at the pages in front of you. Almost immediately, the words, “Rex Lapis,” neatly printed on the paper caught your eyes. Slightly irked at the fact that Xiao was paying more attention to Zhongli even in this situation, you started slowly tracing his arms with your fingers.
“Stop,” he commanded softly, not sparing a glance at your direction.
You ignored his words, your hands trailing further down to his chest before swiping the book from his hands quickly.
Chuckling to yourself in triumph, you edge yourself towards the other end of the couch, away from him. However, you can’t escape from Xiao. Within seconds, your back is on the sofa with him hovering above you.
Not wanting to admit defeat, you attempted to stretch your arm, with the book in your hands, up to where Xiao couldn’t reach. That attempt was proven to be futile as his body presses you down with his larger one, ceasing all movement. You continued to squirm away from his grip until suddenly Xiao traps both your wrists above your head with one hand, the book slipping away in the process.
Xiao’s free arm cages your head, not allowing you to look away. He slowly lowers himself to your ear, whispering, “Where are you going?”
Hues of pink flushed your cheeks at his husky voice that was so close to you. Suddenly realizing the precarious position you were in, you shifted your eyes away from his gaze and onto his arms. Despite the initial embarrassment, you loved how he cages you with his arms. Ironically, you felt protected and safe.
Not liking that your gaze was averting from his, he gently lifts your chin with his free fingers, “Look at me.”
You quickly followed his command only to meet his darkening gaze. Hypnotized by his eyes, you squirmed once more but this time to get closer to the source of heat above you. “X-xiao, kiss me.”
He obliged quickly, closing the gap between you and swallowing your whimper. His tongue delves between your lips, unhurried and tender. Xiao has one hand up your shirt, stroking the soft skin of your chest as he steals your oxygen. The slow and soft touches were torturous, you started bucking your hips up impatiently. However, before you can get the friction you so desire, he anchors himself up slightly. His arms are still caging your body, but this time he leaves a small space between the both of you. A small smirk etches onto his face as he looks at your needy expression, wanting more of his touch.
You love his strength and his arms caging you.
But he loves your docile self as a result.
ii.
Xiao is very much like the element he holds.
Like the storm, the wind can be very turbulent.
Yet it can also be soft, gently caressing your cheeks as you walk.
He also has a quirk of disappearing and appearing before your eyes randomly.
Much like right now.
You are currently taking a break on the hilltop after a long commission you just finished. Your back rests on the trunk of the tree perched on top of the hill. Its leaves serve as an umbrella, shielding you from the sun's harsh rays. You close your eyes as the gentle breeze wafts through the air, enjoying a peaceful and tranquil time to yourself.
It has been several days since you’ve last seen Xiao as the both of you are quite busy, especially the latter.
At times like these where you are unoccupied with only your own thoughts accompanying you, you find yourself missing Xiao the most.
You close your eyes, his silhouette forming inside your mind as you start to reminiscence the times you’ve shared with each other.
“Xiao...” You whispered unconsciously.
For the next few seconds, only the leaves soft rustling could be heard.
Just then you sensed a presence in front of you. Your instincts kicked in and you hurriedly open your eyes and unsheathed your weapon.
However, it wasn’t a lone hilichurl in front of you like you expected, but the person you longed for the most.
You quickly sheathed back your sword and stood on your feet, a bright smile adorning your face at the sight of Xiao appearing before you. You ran to his awaiting arms, wrapping your arms around him, and leaning your head on his broad chest. He reciprocated the hug, enclosing your body with his arms. It felt like time halted for the both of you, like nothing existed except you two.
You were snapped out of your trance when you felt a slight weight behind your ears. Curiously, you withdrew from his loving arms and directed your attention to his hands.
“Crystalflies for you,” he stated as his right hand were filled with numerous crystalflies, “I caught more than I intended. I hope you don’t mind.”
Happiness surged through your body; your previous loneliness long forgotten as you took the batch of crystalflies from his hands gratefully.
A small smile carved its way to his face, his gaze softening at your ecstatic self. He combed your hair softly with his right hand, “As I thought you look very nice.”
He leaves a quick kiss to your forehead before disintegrating with the wind.
“If you wish to seek me, call out my name.”
iii.
The sharp arrow plunges into your stomach, halting your movements and loosening your grip on your sword. You felt as if your insides were ripped to shreds by a mere arrow due to your carelessness. You were fulfilling a commission which entails you emptying a hilichurl camp. What was thought to be a simple task became a nightmare as you let your guard down when reinforcements came unexpectedly. You scoffed to yourself at your idiocy for ever letting your guard down in a fight.
A sense of dread overcame your senses, your vision blurring momentarily, and you lose footing for a split second.
Flashes of images depicting your moments with Xiao crossed your mind.
You wonder how he was doing at the moment. Probably also fighting demons like he always did.
You wished to see him right now.
With that thought in mind, you gripped your sword firmly with more determination.
A blue magic circle formulates beneath your feet as you send ice shards at the hilichurl sharpshooters hidden within the trees. You ignore the sharp pain of your stomach at your sudden movement, and instead you diverted your attention at the several Mitachurls with axes surrounding you.
“Come at me you assholes.”
The area immediately became colder as shards of ice flew everywhere. Your stamina is decreasing at an alarming rate as you quickly cleared the area with your sword and magic.
You shoved your sword into the last mitachurl when you heard a distant horn in the distance, signifying to you that there were more to come.
You could no longer ignore the pain of your new wounds all over your body and kneeled slightly while clutching at your stomach.
Were you going to die?
No, you couldn’t.
Just then when all hope was lost, the clear blue sky darkens into a gray hue as the wind around you started to pick up ominously.
Could it be?
“Block it."
Reflexively, at the sound of a very familiar voice, you immediately surround yourself with thick shards of ice and braced yourself.
A turbulent force plunged down from the sky, the surrounding area immediately getting hit by explosive wind, rendering all enemies powerless and dead within seconds. The shards of ice protecting you cracked, before crumbling away. You peered up and met the eyes of Xiao, his normally impassive face deforming into one of pure anger.
“Why?” He gritted out, “Why didn’t you call for me?”
“Because I’m strong,” you managed to mutter out. As if to prove your point, you staggered to get on your feet to demonstrate you didn’t need his help despite the pain consuming your senses.
“No, you humans are weak,” he stated harshly, voice icy cold.
You shook your head, ready to retort. However, whether it was the relief of seeing Xiao again or the fact that you survived the whole ordeal, you couldn’t fight the pain of your wounds. You braced yourself for a harsh drop, but instead something soft embraced you.
You couldn’t figure out what it was before you faded into a deep slumber.
iv.
Drifting in and out of consciousness resulted in your inability to depict what was real and what was fake.
Your wounds from that day were proximately fatal and you spent the majority of the day and nights recuperating.
You would dream of getting impaled by several arrows.
Sometimes you would dream of horrific images of ways you could’ve died that day, like you are right now.
However, before the nightmare could get any further, a green butterfly would always spreads its wings, painting the canvas with new colors instead of the dreadful gray and red images.
The nightmare would disintegrate slowly into shards that would evanesce into a better scenario.
You would open your eyes only to be greeted with golden orbs who covered your vision, “Hurry and go back to sleep.”
Those nights you would dream of a green butterfly accompanying you and circumventing you with warmth.
V.
You have come to a startling conclusion that Xiao was ignoring you for weeks.
Xiao often wanders and if he wasn’t at home or wouldn’t appear out of thin air at your call, you couldn’t pinpoint where he is.
Rummaging through your head, you couldn’t come up with a decisive moment where it led to this.
Clutching onto your soft blanket, you pulled it closer to you for warmth. The spot on the bed adjacent to you felt even more emptier than before.
For weeks you endeavored to dissuade yourself from coming up with the revelation that he doesn’t want to see you. You continued your everyday obligations, diverting yourself with dispiriting thoughts that plagued your mind. Unfortunately, you were at your breaking point, the rain pitter-pattered against your windows made the atmosphere even more dejecting.
Tears formulated at the corner of your eyes and leaks reluctantly down your cheeks.
“Xiao,” you called out softly.
Just then, familiar hands caress your cheeks, wiping away the tears that eluded, “Why are you crying?”
The person you wanted to see the most was now in front of you yet simultaneously was the last person you wanted.
You chuckled monotonously, “Is this a dream?”
Xiao shook his head slightly, hands never once leaving your cheeks. Slight anger submerged within you at his nonchalant attitude as you push his hands away from you. “Why are you here?”
Silence emerged with only the sounds of the rain reverberating around the room. No one moved an inch. You were still sitting up on your bed, clutching onto the white blanket whereas Xiao was standing next to the bedside unnervingly.
You half anticipate him to disintegrate into thin air once more, but what you didn’t expect was him to sit next to you on the bed. He grasps your hands with his, holding it carefully as if you were a porcelain doll ready to shatter at any given moment.
“I don’t deserve you.”
Thousands of rebuttals were ready to be hurled at him, but you waited patiently instead for him to continue. After weeks, you were finally getting some answers.
“One day I might be contaminated with evil itself. These hands...” He trailed off, hands withdrawing from yours.
Your eyes trails from his hands to his face. The moonlight reflecting through the window, illuminates his beautiful face. Now that you gotten a closer look, you realize that he looks tired, worn down from years of torment.
The anger subsided, leaving nothing but love for the man in front of you.
You reach out for his face, lifting him out of his thoughts. Your eyes never left his, hoping to convey your adoration towards the man. You reach out for his rough hands littered with callouses that developed over the years.
You bring his hands to your cheeks, resting on them before leaving a soft kiss onto one of them. “These hands have brought so much happiness. The crystalflies you gathered that day, the soft hands that would comfort me during a nightmare...You’ve done so much.” You crawled onto his lap, resting your forehead on his, hands never once leaving his.
“No matter what, I want to be with you.” With that you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips onto his. Compacted In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, thousands of loving thoughts condensed into this kiss. Your heartbeats resonated in each other’s ears, and you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses. You continue to place soft kisses to convey how much you love him, before slowly, detaching yourself from his embrace and resting your forehead against his, “Even if my time is short...”
The two of you remain in the comfort of each other's arms, with only the wind reverberating against the window in this long night. Instead of an everlasting adepti and an ordinary human, it was just Xiao and you, hearts connected. The sand in the hourglass can’t be stopped until it reaches its end, but for now you will enjoy the flow with the person you love most.
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Give Me Wings
Rowaelin Month, Day 24: Missing scene from canon
Designing Aelin’s new tattoo in Kingdom of Ash because we deserve that. It got a little emotional...but so was their reunion...so......
Word count: 1304
Warnings: Emotions. Lots of them.
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Every mark on his mate’s body had been erased--the scars from Endovier, from the years as Adarlan’s Assassin, the calluses, bruises, and bumps she’d earned during long hours of training, even the faint burn marks she carried from learning to control the wildfire that raged inside her veins. And her tattoos, the three scrolling lines of Old Language that told the story of how Aelin Ashryver Galathynius conquered the darkness that threatened her brightly burning existence.
The tattoos Rowan had poured his heart and soul into. Gone.
Aelin had barely spoken in the days since their reunion, the invisible scars Maeve had inflicted still too fresh, too deeply engraved. He watched her with Fenrys, the silent language they shared in the blinking of their eyes conveying so much more than speech. He watched how she curled against him in the nights, her eyes brimming with all the things she wanted to tell him but couldn’t yet bring herself to say. In the darkness of the night, Rowan gladly shared his body heat with Aelin, hoping his silence was comfort, hoping she could read the unspoken promise that whenever she was ready, he was there for her.
As they passed through the caves, guided by the Little Folk, Rowan sensed a spark of Aelin’s flame returning. When she mustered a smirk, an offhand snarky comment, his heart swelled with joy. And for the first time in months, a pulse of her own happiness slipped down the bond in response. It would take time, time they might be borrowing, before the queen of Terrasen was once again her fiery, sharp-tongued self, but she had started to move from the blackness of the past months into the hope of the future.
He knew some of it was for show, knew she was making herself smile and swagger and tease and lift Goldryn to stop the “fussing.” Yet he was more than happy to train with her on the small deck, to steal her focus for a few hours and keep her mind from falling into despondence.
There were nights when she woke up in tears, shaking, always silent but always in pain. Those were the nights when she either burrowed closer into his side or quietly got up and curled against Fenrys in his wolf form. Rowan couldn’t hold anything against Fenrys; after all, he too had suffered at Maeve’s hand and if his presence could comfort Aelin, she deserved the companionship.
Every night after they’d exchanged rings in the treasure cave, Rowan kissed the obnoxiously large emerald on her left hand. To whatever end, Fireheart. Though she didn’t respond verbally, the tears that welled in her depthless turquoise eyes spoke more than words ever could.
The night they saw stars, signaling they were almost at the end of the cave passages, Aelin produced a small, soft flame in her cupped hands. Rowan sat next to her, watching as she played with the flame, gradually expanding it into a sphere of flickering light that cast warmth around the whole small group. Ever so gently, he placed his hand on her back, offering support. I’m proud of you, Fireheart.
For the first time in too long, she responded. To whatever end, Rowan.
To whatever end, my queen.
Later, as everyone was drifting off to sleep, Rowan slipped paper and charcoal out of his pack. Knowing Aelin was still awake, he brushed a hand down her back. She rolled over.
“What’s that for?”
Seating himself next to her, he spread out the page, revealing Old Language symbols sprawled haphazardly across part of the paper. “This is your story.”
“Is that…is that your sketch of my tattoo?”
“Yes.”
She looked at him, tears pooling in her eyes. “Rowan, it’s gone.”
“I know, Fireheart. I know.”
“She rutting stole it from me. My tattoo. My link to you.”
“You’ll always have a link to me, Aelin.” He touched his heart. “Here.”
Aelin twisted her ring around her finger. “Rowan?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you tattoo me again?”
“Of course,” he breathed, “of course I would.”
A soft smile crept across her face. “I want a hawk. A buzzard, just like you.”
“Aelin--”
“I’m serious, buzzard. Like this.” Taking the charcoal, she traced a series of swooping curves onto the page. “Look. This shape, Rowan.” She cast a soft golden light over the paper.
Rowan gazed at the design she’d created, a set of hawklike wings with three longer lines, like rays of light, underneath. “It’s gorgeous, Fireheart. May I?” He held out his hand, and she gave him the charcoal. Carefully, he added a light curve linking the three rays and a Terrasen knot above them. “What do you think?”
Tears dripped down her cheeks. “I love it. I love you. How soon can I wear it?”
“I need a few days to work out the script, but we can start the process in about four days, I think.”
“What are you writing this time?”
“Your story.”
“I want you in it.”
He blinked. “What?”
“You are part of my story, Rowan Whitethorn. Put us in my tattoo. Tell my story, yes, tell all of it. Sam, Endovier, Adarlan, Doranelle, our bond, everything. I want it all.”
Rowan swept away the tear before Aelin could see it. “Of course, Fireheart,” he managed, his voice husky with emotion.
Aelin picked up the charcoal again and sketched an elegant symbol onto the page.
“What’s that one?”
She smiled. “The Wyrdmark for home.”
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Every free moment he had, Rowan worked at the tattoo, filling Aelin’s graceful lines with Old Language script. As promised, he told her whole story, the tale of a young princess who loved her kingdom and the Fae prince who loved her. He labored over each character of the ancient Fae calligraphy, rendering every word precisely.
All the better to intertwine Wyrdmarks with the Old Language.
The home mark Aelin drew for him…it made him wonder if she knew his plan to include a centuries-old spell in her tattoo. He’d discovered, while combing through Aelin’s extensive library of Wyrdmark books and scrolls, a series of marks that could act as a map between mates. It was a simple enough line of markings, and as long as they were all in the same line, it didn’t matter what else wove around them.
So he sketched the chain of Wyrdmarks across the wings of his mate’s tattoo, one mark in each feather, to let her fly home.
After four days of careful sketching, Rowan had a finished design. He took the design, his tools, and ink to Aelin’s tent when they camped for the night and tapped on the post.
“Aelin?”
“Come in.”
She was perched on her cot when he entered, a map of Erilea spread on her lap.
“Is that the design, Rowan?”
“Yes, yes it is. It’s finished. I wanted you to see it before agreeing to have it inked onto you forever.”
She scanned the page, tears springing to her eyes. “It’s perfect.”
“Where are we drawing it, Fireheart?”
“On my back, of course. Wings across my shoulder blades.”
Rowan nodded slowly. “Are you ready?”
Aelin folded up the map, pulled her cot into the center of her tent, and spread an old sheet over the top of it. “I am.”
“Shift for me, my love. It’s better to tattoo you in your Fae form because of the salt and iron in the ink. And you heal faster in a Fae body.”
Aelin closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
I believe in you, Fireheart.
She inhaled a steadying breath. And shifted.
I love you too, Rowan.
The smile he gave her flooded her heart with joy. “We’ll do the wings today; the rest either tomorrow or the day after.”
Aelin pulled her shirt off and lay facedown on the cot. “Then give me wings, carranam.”
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In case anyone wanted to see my concept of Aelin’s tattoo:
https://leiawritesstories.tumblr.com/post/663357987153379328/in-case-anyone-was-wondering-what-my-concept-of
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