#I tried using mostly all pink markers for this one
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Una Sakura Miku que dibujé ayer 🌸
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being in a relationship with Chad and Liv
Some would think that living in a small town like Woodsboro will be fun and quiet, but after the mass murders that had happened since the 90's and the Stab franchise nothing was the same
Fortunately, you grew up with a nice group of friends who almost everyone (rarely) had a relation with previous victims from past ghostfaces, being Tara and you the only ones who weren't related to them
But the one who you were most close, was Chad
While growing up, you often spend time in your houses, it didn't matter if it were to do homework, play, watch movies or simply spend time doing nothing
Being that close, meant that your parents were also close due to your friendship
Sometimes when you spend time in the Meeks-Martin house, you would scape to Mindy's room to watch true crimes videos or documentaries
Ending in a small discussion between the twins about spending time with you
All that closeness between you and Chad developed into a relationship when you were starting high school
Basically, things stayed like before, except that now there were kisses and playful touches between the two
And also intimacy moments
During the most part of high school, the two of you were the perfect example of childhood friends to lovers and kinda like the perfect couple
And then, Liv McKenzie entered both of your lifes
"Who is that?", you asked to no one after saw her walking in the hallways, "I love her pink hair"
"That's Liv, we work together", Tara who was with you and Chad at that moment, answered
"She looks nice", Chad commented
After that moment, you and Chad often tried to be close to Liv due to curiosity and interest towards her
Which she gladly accepted because she felt comfortable around you two
It wasn't until a few weeks later, that you and Chad realised that both of you developed feelings towards Liv
Realising that, you and Chad talked about the situation for a few hours, you two went to the conclusion tthat both of you liked Liv and wanted to try a relation of three
But first of all, you needed to talk to her to know her opinions
"Hey, Liv", you called her while you were getting your nails done, "How you feel about consensual relationships of three people"
"I think they're interesting", she responded, "I guess it's more fun and all that, why the cuestion?"
"Simple curiosity", you shrugged, "Chad and I are going bowling tonight, want to come?"
"Sure"
Having that answer, you and Chad decided to wait a few days to tell Liv about your feelings
The day when you both decided to tell her about having a relationship of three, Chad and you decided to do it in a comfortable place, which was your place
When Liv arrived, you led her to your room when Chad was waiting
Explaining everything to her on how you and Chad like her and how both of you developed feelings towards her, ending with the proposal of becoming a throuple
With fear for her answer, you both listened what she had to say
Sighing in relief when Liv also said that she liked both of you, starting a relationship that same day
The next day at school, when the three of you entered taking hands no one was surprised because of your closeness
But when you three shared a kiss before going to your classes everyone lost their minds
"What the hell?", Wes murmured
"Y/N likes girls and didn't tell me?", Mindy exclaimed, "I'm her best friend!"
"I kinda see it coming", Amber commented
"Same, they often spend all the time together, it was a matter of time", Tara agreed
Liv was an artistic person, and she had her collection of different pencils of color, markers, paints, etc, so both of you often, mostly because of boredom, used the markers to color on Chad's tattoos
One time, accidentally use the permanent ones, so he had to go like that during a few days
For a few months, things were good
Until Tara was attacked by Ghostface
With the attacks back in town, Chad had the idea that the three of you had the FindMyFam app to keep track on each other
But Liv and you rejected the idea
Also it wasn't very helpful to the situation, that Liv's ex hook up was around
"Oh shit, is that...Vince?", Liv interrupted the conversation about Ghostface
Hearing that, you and Chad were the first to alert noticing the guy a few metters away
"Wait, the creep you hooked up with last summer?", Chad asked
"Yeah, he worked with me and Tara"
"Babe, your taste got better after waisting your time with the creep", you commented while circling her waist with your arms
"He worked with Tara?", Amber asked with interest
"He's been stalking my Instagram the last couple weeks, posting the creepiest shit"
"Probably time to introduce him to Hobbs and Shaw", Chad said refering to his muscled arms
"All the time that Mindy and I spend watching true crime videos, is finally paying off", you add with a playful smile, "I know how to hide a body without leaving evidence"
After hearing that Tara had woken up, all the group, except for Liv, went to the hospital, were a few time later, Tara's sister, Sam along her boyfriend Richie arrived
Things got worse after the first attack, because after a discussion between Chad and Vince at a bar, the older one was founded dead, and in the hospital, Sam was attacked by Ghostface
The next morning, Sam called to a reunion in the twins house to find a solution about the situation
Thanks to the fact that you, Liv and Chad slept in there to feel more secure, which Mindy took every opportunity to tease the three of you
Sleeping in the same bed, implied that during the night the three of you often change positions, almost always ending with one of them falling of the bed, mostly Chad
But that helped to feel a little more relaxed
Also, there was the fact that Martha, the twins' mom, loved Liv and you like daughters, so she didn't have a problem with the three of you hanging out in her house
During the meeting, Sam revealed that her father was Billy Loomis, one of the original killers
That revelation and the connection in the kills, ended up with Mindy saying a monologue about how all of you were in a 'requel' and only legacy characters die
Unfortunately, these rules didn't apply because Wes, Sheriff Jude and Dewey died
Due to that, Amber had the "great" idea to host a party in honnor of Wes
"I hate this house", you said while you and Liv waited for Chad who was looking for drinks, "People died and was stab in here"
"It has bad vibes", Liv agreed, "I don't know how Amber can live in here"
"That's a little suspicious now that you said it, why live in the murder house?"
"Beautiful ladies, your drinks and boyfriend are here", Chad interrumpted handing the drinks
After a little while, with the drinks forgotten in the center table, the three of you started to get a little more passionate
When suddenly Liv broke the moment to confess that she was ready to elevate things in the relationship
While you were happy that she felt comfortable with having sex, Chad on the other hand, rejected the idea
And ruin it by implying that Liv might be the killer, which ended up in her leaving mad
"Okey, I'm going to follow her and try to fix this", you said to Chad standing up from the couch, "When we back you are going to apologize"
"I didn't meant to make her mad", Chad defended himself
"I know, but you did, so think about what you are going to say to apologize"
"Are you taking your personal defense keychain?"
"As always!", that was the last thing you said after leaving the house
While crossing the front yard, you took the keychain in between your hands firmly to start walking in the streets, founding her in the middle of her way home
"Liv!", you yelled gainning her attention whitout stopping to run towards her, "Wait!"
"Y/N, babe what are you doing?", Liv exclaimed hugging you, "There's a killer on the streets!"
"I know, but I'm sorry for what Chad said, he was wrong, but he's a little paranoid about this shitty situation"
"So you came to apologize in his behalf?"
"No, I came to look for you so he can apologize"
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I do", you said while taking her hans, "Babe, we love you, and yes Chad was an idiot for implying that, and that's why he wants to apologize, so can we go back and be the happy throuple that we are?"
"Okay"
During the walk towards Amber's house, Liv realised that she left her phone at that house, which was weird because she always had it in her purse
When you arrived at the house, the horrible scene of Chad laying on the grass covered in blood and cuts was the first thing you saw
Inmediatly, both of you run towards him to see how bad he was
"He has pulse!", you anounced with tears after checking his vital signs, "Fuck! What the hell happened?"
"I'll go alert the others", Liv said standing up to run inside the house
"Be careful", you exclaimed before returning your attention to your boyfriend while applying presure to some cuts, "Don't worry babe, everything is gonna be okay"
Without stopping to apply preasure, you managed to call 911 to ask for help
Unfortunately, things inside the house ddin't seem well becuase all the noise from gunshots, screams and hits making you feel scared for your girlfriend and friends
During the sunrise, all was over in time when the police and ambulances arrived at the place
Quickly, Chad was put in one of them to threat his injuries while you stayed by his side
But everything went down when both of you knew that Liv was a victim of the killers, who were Amber and Richie
Hearing the fate of your girlfriend, Chad and you started crying in pain due to the loss of the girl you loved
During the funeral that was a few days after, both of you tried to stay strong for Liv's family, but it was hard because all the memories that you shared
"Guys, I want to thank you for making my daughter happy", Liv's mom said during the reception at the McKenzie home, "At the beggining I wasn't sure about the whole throuple thing, but she was happy"
"We loved her very much", you said trying to contain the tears
"She was so special to us", Chad added
"And I wanted for you to had something from her"
"Mrs McKenzie, that is not necessary", you tried to argue
"Please, I know is what she wanted", Liv's mom insisted, "Please"
At the end, both of you ended up choosing some scrunchies and accesories that she often use
Also, when Chad was full recovered, the two of you decided to have a small tattoo of the letter "L" in the left wrist in her memorie
#chad meeks martin#scream#scream 2022#chad meeks x reader#scream 5#liv mckenzie#chad meeks martin x you#chad meeks martin x reader#chad meeks martin x reader x liv mckenzie#chad meeks martin x fem reader#liv mckenzie x reader#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#wes hicks#mindy meeks martin#amber freeman#richie kirsch#sidney prescott#gale weathers#dewey riley
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Inspired by the recent puppy post from Motley Zoo and my undying love for animals, here's what I think each of the ghouls/ghoulettes would keep as a pet :
Phantom : He saw someone walking their dog his first week topside and made it his life mission to get one. After a lot of research and internal debate, he ended up adopting a pitbull/labrador mix from a local shelter. Her name is Petunia and she's the definition of sweet baby angel.
Mountain : He decided to fully commit to the farm boy aesthetic and he got himself some quails. They have their own coop and fenced little garden. They used to be have free range on the entire gardens but they'd always end up eating his vegetables. They look like tiny little chicks when he's holding them. He lets the other ghouls choose their name which unfortunately got him stuck with one called Cum. His favourite was affectionately named Nugget by Swiss.
Aether : Bunny. Tiny little miniature one too, all white except for a small black spot on its nose. It's free to roam around his room and Aether learned the hard way to hide any and all loose cables (more than once). He named it Dust. Because Dust Bunny. He swears it's funny.
Rain : AXOLOTL. She's albino and he named her Rose because of her pink little frill gills. He can understand her somehow, some weird water creature thing. She has a very simple brain tho and mostly screams at him for food. Dew and Swiss love to draw mustaches and hats on her tank with markers.
Dew : He has a black cat named Purrcifer. The cute little thing just started following him one day and Dew can't seem to get rid of him (not that he tried too hard). He says it's the Ministry's cat cuz he spends all day roaming around the ground and hunting mice, but the cat definitely sleeps in his bed every night.
Swiss : He swore he'd never get a pet, he's too unfocused to remember to take care of one properly. Until he accompanied Rain on a trip to the pet store and spotted a ball python. Love at first sight, just look at that puppy face. He spent weeks doing research and was pleased to learn that they only eat like once a week? Maybe every two weeks? That's perfect. He got a huuuge female and named her Fluffy. Fluffy is his pride and joy.
Aurora : Ferret. She wanted a cat at first but she discovered that they came in noodle format and was like !!!YES!!! She taught him fetch. They play with paper balls. He's stolen other ghouls' snacks on multiple occasions.
Sunshine : She really wanted a chameleon but she saw how high maintenance the suckers are and settled for a crested gecko. It doesn't officially have a name because it wouldn't recognize it anyway. Definition of no thought, head empty. Most times, she calls it NO STOP DON'T JUMP THERE. She loves it so fuckin much.
Cumulus : She has the cutest blue budgie. She taught it so many tunes that they sing together all day long. It loves nothing more than to hang on her shoulder all day and watch her do her tasks. One of its many favourite sounds to imitate is the ringtone of whoever's in the room with them. No one knows how it learned to differentiate them all.
Cirrus : She set up a pretty little saltwater tank in her room. It's home to two clownfish and their anemone. They're called Led Zeppelin and Metallica, no she will not take criticism on the name. The tank is very beautifully decorated and everyone keeps bugging her to put up a big one in the common room, which she always refuses cuz she doesn't trust any of them with salt water.
#the band ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghoul#nameless ghouls#swiss ghost#swiss ghoul#dewdrop ghost#phantom ghoul#rain ghost#mountain ghoul#aether ghoul#cirrus ghost#cumulus ghost#aurora ghoulette#sunshine ghoulette#ghost headcanons#nameless ghoul headcanons
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Veiled Hope (Beta: H.O.P.E) Concept art below
‹long post be warned (If you don't feel well to touch on subjects like death, corpses even if with not much detail I recomend watching after yourself and maybe pass this post for another time!)
For starters Veiled Hope was supposed to be called "H.O.P.E" or "E.S.P.E.R.A.N.Ç.A" As in the portuguese script I wrote for it, the "Veiled" part came from another work called "Veiled Shadows" which fused with H.O.P.E; One more reason for the name was because it was fully focused on Izuru after the Hope cultivation program jumping the entire part of the DESPAIR arc
Izuru's uniform is the same as Hajime's right now the only difference was the symbols being green spades rather than light-red diamonds (Notes from the images above: Always keep the card theme between Nagito, Hajime, and Chiaki, possibly could work with Makoto/Mitarai in the end but not when they don't know both his identity yet)‹ this is not followed anymore
[He was still Ryota Mitarai/Ryota Nanami instead of Mitarai Nanami, the change was because it just sounded way better and it flowed like a feather.]
Yasuke alive and well even after Junko took his life for unknown reasons I put as "Later but related to Hope's peak academy and the Future Foundation"⟩ if I followed I would probably blame the Ultimate Pharmacist and her magic medicine or the same thing that Kyoko used to jump back from the dead.
He also has lobotomy marks, I put his state as "Depression, Delusion, Dependent all with extra steps"
His design would be only Yasuke in a Black and white suit probably something relating to Monokuma as a callout for Junko somewhat in the design, the only note in specific is make the sole of his shoes reflect the weird red eye on Monokuma/ half of the Hope's peak symbol under the sole of his shoes.
Mahiru! Her redesign as the Ultimate despair, all smiles. All the Ultimate despairs received redesigns but the starter ones were way more brutal like Mahiru's (She used to have way more teeth than she is supposed to, that was to reflect the smile dillema and fuse it with despair) and Servant's (After Another Episode he had to amputate one of his legs due an infection and the injury was way more gorey than it should {Removed})
There was one flashback scene of Izuru dancing with a students half alive half dead corpse {Removed}
Izuru's cave like hideout painted pink {Removed}
Izuru disguised as Junko for Makoto {Removed in this certain situation}
Kyoko and Izuru serious talk in private, Izuru disguised as Hajime {Removed but depends on certain situations}
Kyoko animated failed execution {Removed}
Ultimate despairs break Makoto's security system in the most silly way possible (Metal pipe) {Maybe just because its funny}
Shirokuma was supposed to be a big role, I didn't elaborate much myself only letting a note about how it wandered in vents EVERYWHERE in red marker
Makoto sick with despair after seeing the first chapter of Super Dangaronpa 2, He couldn't get a hold of reality as the security system was locked (Flooded by the Junko AI). Byakuya taking his duty of watching the Killing game instead when Kyoko tried to figure out how the Virus got there filling everyone involved in their Seniors with serious distrust.
I was thinking on making this longer bit actually this is everything giving no spoilers for the story at all, mostly just removed content and some character designs with unused descriptions. I'll probably do it again when I finish completely, I can't tell how long it will take probably years 1-2 however it could be probably so worth it and I'll fight as long as I can
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Finally finished touching my picture of a re-design for one of my super hero characters! On paper, I used white paint to blend the colors of the markers, and it looked very vibrant... until I scanned it, and the colors were muted. It took a while to fix it in MS Paint, but it is done!
This is one of the character I've had since 8th grade, and has thusly gone through SEVERAL changes; initially I had a character with wind powers and feathered wings as their whole theme. First it was a crow, but then I decided to go with golden eagle feathers. The character evolved as well, and eventually, I thought it was just too type-cast-y to have a Native American character with nature/animals powers... but I didn't want him to NOT be Native American anymore, that wasn't what needed to change. I shuffled around powers between other characters, and finally had something better! Now with energy abilities that projects as physical forms of colorful light, the character became Vivid! The light can change into shapes that work as force-fields for defense, stairs for climbing up high, or simply as energy blasts for attacking (I gave the wings/wind powers to a different character, still golden feathers, but with more of an "angelic" theme for the whole look)
Who the character is, just as himself, is mostly the same, because I love this kid; Rodney is an easy-going friendly guy, a little bit socially awkward, but with an open and kind attitude that makes him easy to relax around. He's sensitive and considerate, and really smart as well. He previously went to a school for gifted kids, but the atmosphere there was too competitive and harsh. He finally convinced his family to let him go to a regular school with the friends he has (a handful of them become super heroes as well), and it is a relief to chill academically, and grow more into who he is. Sometimes Rodney worries too much about being annoying, and tries too hard to be helpful or avoid confrontation by keeping his comments to himself... his friends help reassure him- he doesn't need to be perfect, he deserves to speak-up, and they aren't going to stop liking him over disagreements or because he's "weird". They're ALL weird!
Rodney has the chance to get into different types of art, and he appreciates many things that are surreal, both whimsical and horror. While he was good at memorizing facts for school, he's also incredibly creative, able to figure out complicated puzzles and recognize patterns other people don't notice (he's got a whole galaxy-brain mandala-universe going on in there). In his every-day life, he wears his hair down, but pulls it back for the hero look (during formal occasions, he braids it). Some elements from his super hero outfit comes from different sci-fi sources, but I wanted to keep it simple and easy. I like to imagine the kids made their first outfits from clothes they had, and up-graded to to proper hero clothing later, but it still isn't too complicated. The undershirt and leggings are bright colors- orange/yellow, teal/green, blue/aqua, purple/pink. He has a large short-sleeved shirt with a high collar (but it's loose, not tight around his neck). The shirt is dark, but not quite true-black, and specifically doesn't have too many details with the wrinkles or creases (like an optical illusion, it seems almost like a solid object even where it over-laps). He has matching boots as well. He also has a visor that works as his mask to hide his secret identity (and it's a bit inspired by Garnet's cool look~). Rodney's a bit of a string-bean, but he's not "scrawny", and he has soft shapes to his features
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Hi! Any recommended fiction centered on Crowley's job? Like what he did to become a famous spy or his project about M25. Or what jobs he'll take on post-canon.
Hello! Here are some fics about the ways in which Crowley chooses to spend his time...
Chaotic Good by HolyCatsAndRabbits (T)
Crowley’s fuck-shit-up jacket had been, the night before, black with orange patches and a couple of white stripes. Today it was mostly purple with a few green patches and a couple of pink stripes.
“Might’ve painted her front fence to look like a herd of neon zebras,” Crowley confessed.
In plain sight by nightbloomingcereus (T)
"The thing about high-visibility clothing, dear boy," said Aziraphale with an air of infinite, smug patience, "is that everyone sees the jacket but nobody sees you. No frivolous miracles required."
Or, where Crowley's fuck shit up jacket, which is clearly too big for him, came from.
Moving the Markers by freyjawriter24 (T)
“I’ve tried everything. Bribery, computer hacks, even a couple of break-ins. But nothing – nothing – seems to be working for this last bit. The very last bit! Everything else is perfect, it’s just this one bloody field...”
“Well,” Aziraphale said slowly. “I suppose you could just... move the markers.”
From Hell, With Love by hanap (T)
“And then? What next?”
The human’s eyes are wide and hazy with alcohol. Who is he, anyway? Crowley can’t even remember. He’d just happened to be the only person sitting at the bar when Crowley got there and is thus now the most fortunate recipient of Crowley’s whiskey-sodden ranting. To his credit, the man seems genuinely invested in the cock-and-bull story Crowley’s been nattering on about for the past two hours, even granting the way he’s been embellishing it with ridiculous detail.
[Or: a Blitz fic where Crowley unknowingly inspires Ian Fleming to write James Bond.]
A Little Demonic Intervention by Sk3tch (M)
We all know where Aziraphale was during the Blitz, but where was Crowley? And what of that last-minute demonic intervention?
the best laid schemes by asideofourown (T)
There was a squeak by his foot, and Crowley cracked one eye open to see the rat from before sitting in front of him, clutching a small, tarnished key in its mouth. Crowley blinked.
“Huh,” he said. He was used to his schemes coming back to bite him in the ass, but this was the first time something demonic he had done seemed like it would actually end up helping him. The rat squeaked and then scurried up his arm, depositing the key to his manacles into his hand before returning to the floor.
“Well,” Crowley murmured, a plan forming in his mind as his fingers curled around the key. He snapped his fingers, freeing himself with a miracle, and collapsed with a grateful sigh to sit properly on the floor. “Now,” he said, looking at the rat in front of him with a sharp smile. “How many friends might you have on this ship?”
[Over the years, Crowley's made some furry friends. Having an army of rats comes in handy, sometimes]
The Ineffable, the Infernal and the Inelegant by stew (M)
Crowley feels at a loose end once Armageddon is averted, and he's looking for some tempting to indulge in.
what a way to make a living by attheborder (T)
Without any more assignments coming from Downstairs, Crowley is struck with a bad case of the doldrums.
It takes a bit of trial and error, but eventually a solution is found.
(Or: the one where Crowley becomes an Uber driver.)
- Mod D
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how do you make a stamp??? Where do you get the materials for this???
gdfhgf OKAY so it is actually not the most complicated process in the world and you can make a simple stamp with some pretty basic craft supplies! like the actual carving bit can be a little tricky/is something you kinda just gotta practice to get the hang of- but nothing terribly fancy materials-wise is involved.
The Robin one I made (which I imagine is what prompted this ask lmao) was made with the following supplies:
half a pink eraser (like. this is the exact one i had used)
an x-acto knife
a stack of post-it notes (regular paper is probably preferable, i just have a ton of post-its on hand LMAO)
a pencil
a marker (i tried a few different ones i had on hand and was having the most luck with my tombows but other markers would def work too, or alternatively an actual ink pad)
i will make another one to show u the process with these exact materials (also the Robin one is here too just as an example of the finished thing)
(tho pls ignore that that is a used eraser i sanded down a little bit… i didnt have anymore new ones fjdjdh i would in general recommend only doing this with a new one)
the basic steps are:
1. cut eraser down to the size you actually need it (if the design you want to make is already nearly the size of the whole eraser then you don’t need to do this, this is more when doing something smaller)
2. trace around your eraser on a piece of paper, so you know exactly how much space you have to work with
3. draw your design in pencil! don’t worry about it being flipped or anything, just draw it how you want it to appear. if this is your first time doing this, i’d highly recommend sticking to very simple shapes. another thing i’d recommend is to color in darkly the areas you want printed, and leave blank what you’re gonna cut away (or mark with X’s in the blank space, i do that as a reminder personally), to give you an idea of how it’ll actually look
4. line up your eraser with the outline you made earlier, flip the whole thing over, and just scribble on it a ton- making sure you go over all the lines you had drawn on your design. (I folded the paper around the eraser to keep it in place)
5. Take the paper off, and your design should be visible on the eraser flipped from how you originally made it (realizing now my example is mostly symmetrical- but it is flipped)! If it’s too light/not super visible, darken the lines with your pencil on the actual eraser so that it’s clearer as a guide for cutting. (if it’s not visible at all, you can try tracing over your original design again on the unflipped paper while pressing harder/getting more graphite on it, and then repeat the previous step). If your design is symmetrical (or you feel confident in your ability to draw things flipped from how you want them to end up) then you also could just draw directly on the eraser to start with.
6. X-acto time! please please please be careful- especially if you haven’t got much practice using one of these. But basically just cut away all the parts you don’t want to have print- aka what was left blank on your design! (this is the most time-intensive part imo).
7. Once you’re done with that, if you have an ink pad then you’re all set to use your stamp with that! but if you don’t (i didn’t have one with me lmao) then you can just go over your stamp with a marker and then stamp it on stuff! you may need to experiment with pressure while stamping/how much you go over it with the marker/etc before you find what you think looks best, but ya!
woohoo crafts!
#if you wanna make Nicer stamps then like. using linoleum and actual carving tools is the preferred method#but this is budget quick stamp making#sam crafts
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Aubrey (OMORI) Propaganda Post
First Multi-Paragraph Submission:
hear me out. shes no criminal but please.
also full of spoilers obviously general death trigger warning also
she was a pure, good kid, but when her friends all went to cope with Mari's (one of their friends) death in different ways, she felt like they were trying to abandon her, and she grew bitter because she felt that she was the only one who was actually hurt by Mari passing away.
the way Aubrey coped was not exactly the best way, as she followed through with her and Mari's promise of dyeing their hair matching colours, purple for Mari, pink for Aubrey. not only this, but Aubrey took Mari's clothes and wore them as her own, since they reminded her of Mari.
Aubrey tried to get her friends back together, but it was impossible. Kel was trying to move on and distract himself with sports and other people, Hero tried to ignore it and go to college, Sunny was nowhere to be seen, and Basil was merely a shell of who he once was. this led to her finding a new group of friends, known as The Hooligans, who are a gang (although their biggest crime is shoplifting small things such as sweets) of five other teens. Aubrey also begins to carry around a wooden bat with nails in it for intimidation when she joins The Hooligans.
one day, Aubrey went to Basil's house to study with him. when Basil went to the bathroom for an unknown reason (probably to calm himself down as shown in-game) Aubrey had noticed that he still had their old photo album, so Aubrey decided to look inside for old time's sake. what she found, however, shocked her. Basil had used markers to cover up and ruin every photo of Mari he could find in his photo album. Aubrey was understandably furious, and so she confronted Basil when he came back into the room. Basil simply stared at her, and she eventually left his house, seething with rage and album in hand. she tries her best to fix and clean the photos, eventually succeeding.
presumably not too soon after that, Aubrey and The Hooligans started bullying Basil, calling him a freak and possibly even physically hurting him. The Hooligans had no idea why they were doing this, but they weren't going to go against their leader.
depending on what ending of the "Sunny Route/True Route" you got, it shows that if Basil successfully kills himself, Aubrey feels terrible, claiming that it was all her fault due to her bullying.
so please, consider. vote Aubrey.
Second Multi-Paragraph Submission:
in the beginning of the reality section of the game, she is actively bullying her and the main characters ex best friend, basil (he deserved it). gets mad if you pull a knife on her when she fights you even though she carries around a baseball bat with nails in it (the dull side is exposed). fights you in a church later that day and admits to stealing basils prizes possession (he deserved it) and the next day she gets so mad at him she pushes him into a lake (he can’t swim, and she didn’t mean to, but i’m biased, so he, again, deserved it). she’s really just angry because she felt abandoned in her grief and felt she was the only one who cared about the death in their friend group (she says this to the guy who’s sister literally died which she was wrong for) so she was taking her feelings out on basil (he was mostly responsible for said death but she doesn’t know that <3) they end up making up but i still feel she was right for bullying basil for 4 years. for bonus points, during a nightmare the main character is having, she beats basil over the head with a baseball bat and it one shots him.
her actions are mostly ambiguous by how her actions are influenced by her anger, because if she wasn’t bullying basil, it’d be fucked up, but she just didn’t want to feel abandoned by him so she rejected him first. she’s a girlboss because she bullied basil and she’s a real sweetheart at her core, which is seen through other actions (like how she meticulously cleans damaged polaroids, even one’s with the people she felt abandoned by in)
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oh god I haven’t even thought abt the lore. well there’s mecrosoft paper, suitcase, test tube, feathry, and silver spoon but I didnt really have an idea for him so. im saying ss is non canon. and then later we added gray and moon who don’t have designs yet
paper is like clippy and really clingy. I think he’s also a bit of mischievous spyware, just a silly little guy Knowing about you and your computer. despite me drawing suitcase first, paper was the first guy created. paper pops up randomly with his tips n stuff and then disappears of the screen to who knows where lol. he’s differentiated from ii paper in that he almost always has a static smile on his face and also the pink line on him is now black.
suitcase is a wonderful file organizer and works good with storage. like paper, she randomly pops up with tips and tricks about computer tech and fun facts. she usually stays on screen if there’s at least one application open. suitcase ISNT spyware however 🎉. iirc shes abt to be discontinued for a newer os (you can still archive the download site tho). difference from regular suitcase she is a flat fuck and also can float. more expressive than the other guys too!
test tube I havent talked abt too much. most recent product and is also an organizer. as well as helps run applications. they say tt makes the computer run faster but they are 8000% lying. made to replace suitcase and paper on newer operating systems but uhhh glitchy as hell not working >:(. they brought back using these guys as spyware and even adware. horrible. tt always has a clipboard and again mostly a static smiling face. silly idle animations. comes on every os and there’s youtube videos on how to uninstall her /silly
mecrosoft is a shitty company so since tt creates adware, they advertised feathry as an ad remover. and she works!!! mostly!!! theyve still gotta make money n shit so she doesnt work all the way. just enough. shes also a paid subscription so mecrosoft you bitch as. feathry has a green marker but she doesnt even scribble out ads it’s just there for appeal. but if you buy now you get a silly creature on your computer!!!!!!!! please
mecrosoft gray wasn’t really ever supposed to exist tbh lol!! they were trying to make mini helper things for each application but none of the guys ever worked except gray’s and they couldn’t figure out why. the real reason is because well! gray is the reason. fucked up little computer creature demands ten thousand attention forever and started deleting code for the other guys while they were testing. and then they just kinda forgot to take gray off of the os because no one ever uses the calculator tool. gray even buggier than metube because he just always gives the wrong answer or just some non existent unit of measurement. little fucked up thing. sentient creature. invasive species. probably a bad idea. might even give your computer a virus? idk it seems to be quite good at modifying code /silly
lore lore lore: copy of mepaper started bugging out on an old computer and the guy using it was like “hmm this is some really creepypasta shit.” idm if you wanna make that guy OJ ig that’d be cool I never really decided (I think ill just say OJ here to make it easier) but mepaper eventually became sentient and became friends with him. but OJ can’t really do work on it now so he bought another one off of like craigslist or whatever. came installed with mesuitcase. mepaper saw that n was like “what the hell dude.” keep in mind this guy(mepaper) doesnt have a voice so hes just speaking thru text boxes lol. so what mepaper did was fuck up the mecase computer with like some really bad virus but somehow mecase survived that. barely. so OJ was like “fucks sake dude” and ig mepaper felt bad so he tried to apologize. but OJ wouldn’t let them near each other so they kinda just yelled from across the house when he wasn’t home. mecase has a voice btw uh it’s not the best quality but she has it. so they made up and theyre cool now.
I haven’t thought abt anything with metube or mefeathry yet so youll have to wait for that 🎉
#rdl#mecrosoft#sure awesome 🎉#now where have I heard the concept of paper doing silly things on a computer before looks directly at my mutual#/SILLLY#ok maybe I DID think abt the lore /silly
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Here's my Welcome Home OC: Pinkie Patience!
My self-imposed challenge was to design him using the pastel crayons and markers my bff bought me, so he looks like a little dork, and I love him! Also this is my first time trying to draw/design a puppet (besides Wally), so expect it to be poor- (feedback is always liked and welcomed OwO.
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He's a laid-back, chill neighbor who likes to play games with friends, relax, and eat delicious foods! Due to his disability/disabilities, which was/were never specifically named in the show, books, or any other media, he sometimes needs to take breaks or ask for others to accommodate for him to be able to join in on activities. While his condition or conditions were never named, some difficulties that have been mentioned or observed are difficulty swallowing, food allergies, joint pain, the use of leg braces and other mobility aids, and sensory issues, such as hypersensitivity to light and sounds.
He often worse glasses, which he mentioned helped with the bright light of the sun and lights inside his house, even though they were clear and not tinted. It is believed that the decision to keep his glasses clear was to allow children with poor eyesight to still be able to see his eyes well. His mobility aids were often bright and colorful. He also wore clothes that didn't quite match in colors, or was all one color. One instance, where he was asked about his clothing style, had him say "I dress more for comfort than appearance. I think my personality makes up for it, don't you?" He is also noted as the only character with colored eyebrows and that changed outfits often, regardless of weather conditions. He also has visible pink stubble on his chin, which a design note mentioned was to try to express being laid-back and relaxed in his physical design.
His segments usually included themes of patience, accommodation, and acceptance for peers with varying levels of ability. It tried to demystify some of the various aids that others may need, such as walkers, braces, wheelchairs and the likes to young kids, as well as show them some accomodations you might need to make to let them join in on activities. Pinkie also showed a very healthy level of self-confidence, mentioning how he sees his disabilities not as a burden, but as a little hurdle that he can and does overcome daily. In the rare times where he felt down about not being able to join what the others were doing, or feeling like he was ruining their fun by needing help, the others would cheer him up and tell him that he's always welcome to ask for help and that they would rather make the changes he needs to join in than exclude him. The others would also ask him for advice on what he needs, listening to it intently and doing everything that they can to help.
He was only shown in a couple of the episodes on television, mostly appearing in the books and other merchandise. There are a couple of theories as to why this could be. The main two are that changing out the various accessories, like his leg braces, which needed to be taken off when he was in a wheelchair and his wrist compression wraps which were only worn in episodes where he mentions having joint pain, was too taxing and difficult for the puppeteers, or that they were hard to puppeteer around. This could be because the accessories were usually made of plastic, while to puppet was felt and stuffing, which comes with the risk of ripping the puppet on a sharp, plastic edge.
The other theory was that parents felt that the themes of disability were too intense for the young target audience, so the channels they were broadcasting odd requested that he be taken out of the show. This stems from letters that were found, usually from the late 60s to early 70s, from angry parents upset by episodes including Pinkie, some even saying that him asking for accomodations was him bullying or bossing the others around and that he didn't actually need them. If this was true, the fact that he was still featured in books and merchandise could be the studio's way of still showing their support for people with disabilities, as well as making sure that children who connected with him didn't feel abandoned by his sudden disappearance from the show. Letters from children, most dated in the few months between his disappearance from the show and his slight higher presence in the books, mentioned how they missed Pinkie or related to him. Some even asked if he was okay or moved out of the neighborhood. It is possible the heightened presence of him in the merchandise could've been in response to the letters from those children.
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hi im @jupitercl0uds and welcome to my art blog!!!!!!! my pronouns are they/them/xe/xem and you can find more about my personal stuff on my main >:D
i do not reblog others' art on this blog, all the posts on here are mine (including reblogs; those are from my alt accounts). art is tagged #art and text posts are tagged #not art (even if they're about art). i DO reblog art, however only on other blogs.
i also take requests and in the future, maybe even commissions!
i draw a lot of mario (mostly waluigi) and sonic fanart, but i also have OCs and stuff!!!
hope you like my blog ^^
FAQ (PLEASE read before giving an ask, the questions are super massive and bold so you dont have to do much reading to find your answer!):
'What programs do you use?'
for the majority of my stuff, whether it be illustration or animation, i mostly use krita!!! i highly recommend krita if you have a computer and tablet, its free, open source and has loads of great tools!!!! apparently tho, it doesnt always work on mac :((( im on windows (when i use krita) so i dont know if this issue is still big or not. still tho, highly recommend!!!
it has animation capabilities, too, but if you want to export it as anything but a png sequence youre gonna need 7-zip
alternatively, i occasionally use opentoonz, but i sometimes avoid it when its too complicated
i also like to use flipaclip and ibis paint from time to time!!! this is mostly when im on chromebook/phone ^^ these used to be my main 2 programs and i still love ibis so definitely recommend!!!!
occasionally i use ms paint or kleki, but i usually tag it as such
if i ever post any music or video editing stuff, then i use a whole load of programs for that so idk
'What hardware do you use?'
i usually use my laptop/chromebook and xp pen deco mini tablet!!! on some older posts, i've actually used my old deco fun L tablet, but that's broken now lol (not actually an appropriate use of 'lol' i unironically mourned that tablet). i recommend both, but generally, unless you want a bigger/cheaper tablet, go for the regular deco instead of the deco fun if you're doing art ^^
sometimes i use my phone and my finger tho!!! or one of those cheap styluses from time to time lol!!!!
'What traditional art supplies do you use?'
loads. at the moment, i mostly stick to daler rowney stuff, except for watercolours. i like to use koh-i-noor brilliant watercolours. they are, as they say, very very brilliant, in both ways. they arent all weird and powdery and VERY saturated!!!! they look quite generic but theyre literally so good, particularly for the cold colours. the fineliners i use are uni pin fine liners and i HIGHLY recommend!!! everyone says 'buy microns' but i prefer them to microns. something about them idk. i also like to use tombow ABT markers for watercolours sometimes, particularly seeing as the koh-i-noors dont have a pink pigment.
for the links: i did buy the majority of my products in physical shops, but i tried to find a good online equivalent NOT on amazon.
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Rolly Bangs || humanised! Montgomery Gator x reader
this is the second part to "Hole in Love" since I wanted to write something a bit silly
Part 1 to the Montgomery Gator saga
Also if you guys know where I got the idea for this chapter, ily
CW: Minor depictions of injury of the face , blood , mention of bruising
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Now, when Montgomery had said that the winner got to do whatever they wanted to the other, you didn’t think you’d end up in Bonnie Bowl, wearing a helmet and watching as the band launched each other on a rolling chair before flying through the air and marking where they landed — much less finally finding out why the band sometimes had unexplainable bruises all on their knees and hands on some days.
“Trust us, we wouldn’t involve you if you thought you were going to get hurt.” Montgomery’s words did little to comfort you as you watched Roxanne give Chica a running start, the smaller band member half squatting on the chair as it flew across the bowling alleys, the loud sound of wheels turning filling the mostly empty space before the chair wheels caught onto the one piece of out of place wood, the woman being launched from the chair and flying a few alleys before she landed on her knees past the purple marker that had been Roxanne’s, placing down a bright pink one right by her knees.
“And why aren’t you guys wearing joint padding?”
“We’ve gotten good at the game to where we don’t really feel that, but the head protection is always good.” And there was Bonnie, the skinny former member of the main band, the purple-haired male’s fingers rattling at the helmet for a moment as he stood by you and Montgomery, yawning slightly as he polished one of the many bowling balls on the racks. “Keeps everyone else here entertained too.”
“Well… I see that.” Purple, pink and even a blue marker belonging to Roxanne, Chica and Bonnie in that order, and then suddenly it was your turn as you clutched the red marker in your hand tightly; the group tended to put the lighter weights in front of Montgomery and Freddy first from what you had overheard, and according to the eyeing of Montgomery, you were lighter than him.
“Come on, scardy cat, we’ve got ice ‘n shit on the stand by in case someone hurts themselves.” Roxanne laughed, the woman using the string that they had attached to the chair to pull it back towards herself as if she was pulling out a line she had casted, your cheeks blown out slightly as you looked towards Montgomery and then back to the chair.
You had agreed that you would at least try this once, or you got to chug down a mystery drink that he promised would be disgusting. Readjusting your helmet, your important security gear on one of the seats and out of the way of damage, you climbed into the chair and felt it wobble as you tried to adjust your weight on it, finding yourself in the semi-crouching position you had seen everyone else take before you.
“Remember; arms in front of you as you land, the helmet only does so much.” Roxanne began to pull the chair backwards, feeling her lightly test your weight on the chair as she let out a huff.
As soon as you had nodded, you felt her begin to run at full speed, the running start being half way before she shoved the chair forward and the piece of loose wood came towards you at an alarming speed. You felt the jolt before the weightlessness, the floor seeming to move away from you for a moment before coming back towards you all at once, your pants acting as a barrier between the cold wooden floor and your skin as you felt yourself begin to skid along the floor, the faces and colours of the band becoming a blur in your vision before you came to a stop.
You could hear the blood rushing through your ears with the adrenaline pumping through your veins, and sure, while your knees still hurt, even with the padding that they had made do with things they had lying around, you found yourself laughing softly as you placed the red marker on the floor near where your knees had ended up, seeing how you had been just shy of Chica’s end. Hearing footsteps coming in your direction, you turned your head slightly to see Montgomery crouching next to you, feeling his hands hook themselves underneath your arms before he hoisted you up onto shaking legs.
“That was fun,” you muttered, letting Montgomery guide you away from the play field once you had your footing, ripping the helmet off your head, “but I’m not trying that again.” If your knees were already crying out in pain from the first time, you knew that they would be like that for the next couple of days, Montgomery cackling as he took the helmet from your hands, placing it on top of his own head as he sat you down on one of the benches.
“That’s what Sun said, and yet he keeps coming back every once in a while to do it.” Raising an eyebrow at the mention of one of the daycare attendants, it seemed that it was Monty’s turn to be flung off the rolling chair, the dark-skinned male laughing as he jogged off to where Roxanne formally had been, replaced by Freddy as she had gone to get a drink of water. Like the others, Montgomery seemed to have his own strategy to be flung as far as possible, watching as he made gestures to Freddy, not being able to hear what he was saying from the distance he was at, though even through the gaps in the helmet you were able to see a glint in his eye, the same one that he had when he had been playing golf with you earlier.
“Monty really likes ya’,” Chica gave a laugh, having taken up a spot next to Bonnie as she nibbled on a pizza slice — you were sure that was the fifth pizza slice of the night for her, but you didn’t comment on it as you instead chose to nod, “taking you golfing, having you join us for rolly bangs, he’s usually not that friendly to other security guards.”
Hearing a loud “Rock and Roll!” In the background as the wheelchair’s wheels begin to rush against the polished floor, you pressed your lips together and gave a soft shrug, “I thought he was just bored, can’t help but beat boredom with someone else, right?”
“I was in the catwalks above Monty Golf, I saw how he held you.” Your face flushed at the idea of being caught, Bonnie beginning to snicker and chuckle as the two watched as you hid your quickly heating face.
“He was just helping me!” You muttered, though the shouts of Freddy and Roxanne alerted you to Montgomery’s predicament, looking over to see him face down on the floor, his arms spread above his head and knees underneath his stomach, a loud groan coming from the male as he pushed himself up into a sitting position as he looked around.
“Montgomery, you’re bleeding!”
“Of course I am, furball, I landed on me fucking face!”
“Language! You were the one that decided to not wear the helmet, Monty.” Even off stage, Freddy had a fatherly charisma about him, even if he was being stern. Montgomery’s green shirt had begun to soak up some of the blood that dripped from his nose and lip, even as he pinched the bridge as he attempted to stand on his feet and even as he stumbled over to the seats, you could see the far awayness in his eyes.
Montgomery had given himself a god damn concussion.
“There’s some medical items in my bumbag, can you please bring it over to me?” Even though the name had given snickers, especially as you helped Monty lay down on the seating, your medical bag was passed over to you before you yanked open the zipper, digging through until you found some cotton balls and the travel disinfectant you usually took everywhere.
Sure, Montgomery had been slurring his words as you worked to sop up the blood on his face, but suddenly being oddly quiet as you applied bandages onto his nose from the splinters that had worked their way into the bridge, he suddenly grabbed your hands, the male placing a kiss to each of your fingertips as he slurred out something between a romantic and comical sentence, only being able to process a few words before his head lolled back and he closed his eyes.
Did he just pass out after kissing your hands?
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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: underground!boxer!vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader
𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: y/n juggles her differences with drake and flloyd. oh, and she finds out what all of her weird dreams might mean.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mental health/therapy, brief mention of drug/addiction and sa, relationship problems +, angsty(???) with mentions of death and blood
𝗔/𝗡: this one is definitely a filler chapter and there isn’t much vinnie but i hope you guys enjoy :)
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disclaimer: i am not a therapist and this story is fiction! (also this chapter is mostly dialogue so expect lots of slang and use of the word ‘like’)
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no matter how hard she tried to forget, the room was still familiar. from the smooth white table in the shape of an oval, a bucket of markers and numerous coloring pages, to the off-slate grey walls with frames of paintings, most of the resembling the ocean. she remembered it all too well.
the room was missing the old frequent flickering of the lamp, and when y/n turned to check, she was met with a clear light blue lamp that looked as if it was just bought.
“i see you got a new lamp.” she sat up and scooched towards the end of the couch, her head resting on her palm as she balanced her elbows on her knees.
she looked just like y/n remembered.
the medium length curls of black with her huge framed glasses and her thin nose. she wasn’t wearing the bright red lipstick anymore, but y/n decided against mentioning that.
“that i did.” raven smiled, holding a clipboard in her lap. she watched as y/n continued to take in the surroundings of her office.
“i like the black couch too.” she did. they were much softer than the white one she used to have. she remembered one time during a session when she couldn’t sit still and accidentally broke it, making one of the legs of the couch lopsided.
“oh yeah? you should look what’s in the bag next to it.” confused, y/n looked to her left and saw a huge shopping bag filled with what looked like stuffed animals. when she pulled one out, her heart rate began to beat faster.
“no way.” it was the bunny stuffed animal that raven used to give her to hold onto during sessions. as a tween, she would always have a hard time keeping her hands busy, especially during therapy, so raven gave her the bunny to keep her hands preoccupied. a fluffy white tail with pink silky ears. the fabric felt exactly how she remembered it feeling and when she was the dinosaur stuffed animal in the bag, she smiled remembering how that was the one that raven made drake hold. it was fuzzy and grey and had navy blue spikes on its back that drake loved to run his fingers over and feel the ridges.
“i thought you might like that.” y/n smiled and instinctively squeezed the bunny. “you’re just as adorable as i remember you! just a little bit more grown up, right?”
y/n was sort of a late bloomer. drake would make fun of her for enjoying ‘kid’ activities but raven always made her feel better about it by letting her do small things like color a picture or hold a stuffed animal. she didn’t care how old she was, it made her happy.
“you definitely seem more uninterested than i thought you would be, considering you used to look forward to our visits.”
“i know, i’m sorry. i don’t mean to be this grumpy it’s just…i’ve had a rough past two weeks and i’m really annoyed with a lot of people in my life, my brother included, so when he told me that he made us an appointment..” she looked up and held in a yawn. she was exhausted and wishes that she was in bed fast asleep.
“how come you’re annoyed with drake?”
he overdosed on illegal drugs!
“it’s..a long story, but.. he basically lied to me about something and i’m just sick of him lying i guess..” she glanced out the window beside ravens head and saw the way the trees blew. gusty winds were causing small shrubs to knock on the windows. she noted a few missing posters for alyssa and yasmin, the kids who were kidnapped, across the sidewalk.
“why do you think he lies to you?”
“i don’t know, because he likes to piss me off?”
raven chuckled, crossing a leg over another. “do you think he sees you as naïve? or do you think he intends on you finding out about his lies?”
“ummm… a mixture of both, maybe? but it’s whatever, because i moved back in with him. we just haven’t really talked about it since.” it was true. the day after his birthday, y/n drove to flloyd’s and grabbed her stuff, ignoring his calls and restocked her bedroom. it felt nice to be back home with drake again.
“moved back in?” she tilted her head.
“yeah.”
“where did you stay?” ah, yes, the question y/n dreaded to answer.
“i uh..stayed with my boyfriend, flloyd.”
“well for someone fortunate enough to have a boyfriend to say with, you don’t seem very happy bringing him up.” y/n avoided eye contact and continued finding random things around the room to look at, including a small boat figurine that was on the windowsill by the oval table.
“me and flloyd aren’t really on good terms right now…”
“well, tell me about it.” she waved a hand and put her clipboard down, keeping her body faced towards y/n.
even though y/n and raven were usually so comfortable around each other, y/n felt somewhat guilty for not reaching out to her. she always swore that even after they stopped seeing each other, that she would check in and yet she never did. she’d spend moments looking at ravens familiar number and wonder if she should fill her in on the funny thing that happened last night or to wish her a happy holidays, but she never did. raven could tell that she was uncomfortable and so she spoke up.
“you don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to, remember? it’s okay if you just want to do something else.”
“i know, i’m sorry-“
“don’t be sorry—“
“i just…feel bad for not talking to you…ya know, after our sessions stopped.”
“ah, yes. i did miss our chats, but don’t feel guilty about it! it’s partly my fault as well and besides, it’s not your responsibility to check in with me, sweetie.” she rubbed y/n on the knee, reassuringly, as a way to let her know that they were united.
“you’re right. i feel better now.”
“okay, good! well we have plenty of time, so how about you tell me more about your boyfriend, that is if you want to, of course.”
“yeah, well—his name is flloyd couch, yes, like the furniture, and he works at the gym that drake goes to. he, uh, also has a side job at this like car place, i dunno much about it but, i guess he works with some friends there, but, he’s been friends with drake for a while now and i’ve always thought that he was super sweet and cute. not like in a romantic way though.”
“so, he and drake met at the gym?”
“uh yeah, i think so.”
“and did you like him before he asked you out?” she questioned.
“i mean… not really? but when he asked me it, it’s just made sense, like it was supposed to happen.”
“do you feel any romantic feelings for him? are you attracted to him, at all?”
“yeah! i mean, his face is gorgeous and he’s really nice to me so…why not?”
“right, but do you get butterflies or nerves around him or anything?���
“sometimes. not that much though.”
“okay, well that could mean anything, honestly, so don’t worry about it. as long as you’re happy.”
am i happy?, she thought. despite the question, she just smiled at raven and continued the conversation.
“so you and flloyd are okay right now?”
“yeah, i think. i-i don’t know, sometimes i think about dumping him.”
“well why don’t you?”
“because i care about him and because he’s good to me. i really do like him, it’s just…sometimes i feel like i need a little bit more.”
“maybe you should talk about that with him.” her eyes were keen and her words were pushing y/n towards a cliff, like a mother bird teacher her babies how to fly.
“yeah, if i don’t start feeling more secure, than i will.” raven nodded, picking up her pen before dropping it again.
“before we go on about you and your dreams, is there anything that has been going on with drake? i was ecstatic when he called me and i’ve just been wondering what his life is like now and days. i miss the guy.”
“yeah! he boxes for fun and works at this…”
shit, what do i say about his work!?
she looked around the room, as if an answer would appear in front of her. her eyes locked to the stuffed dino on the floor.
dino.
din-o.
dine-o.
diner.
“diner! he works at this diner, yeah. he’s a uh, waiter.”
y/n knew she couldn’t tell raven that her brother made money from illegal underground boxing, so she had to come up with something!
“oh, nice!”
“yeah, he uh…is dating this girl, katie underwood, who he really likes, but she’s the worst—“
“isn’t that that country singer?”
“huh? no, that’s carrie underwood, he’s dating katie.” raven nodded and y/n bit her lip before laughing. “you think that’s difficult? drakes other best friend is named roman williams so whenever i say his name, people always think i’m talking about robin williams! anyways, she’s the worst. i’m pretty sure she’s cheating on him and she’s always super bitchy to me.”
“why do you think she’s cheating?”
“my friend, moriah, heard her talking on the phone to another guy and calling him baby and stuff.” raven gasped.
“what a bitch.”
“I KNOW, RIGHT?!” y/n admired ravens sable locks that she brushed behind her shoulder.
“alright missy, time to learn about you. what have you been up to?”
“well i’m actually kinda…somewhat…famous?”
“WHAT?! how?!” she sat up and clutched her clipboard. her glasses sunk down from her repositioning and she gave them a small flick to put them back in place.
“well i make videos on tiktok and i have a few million followers..” y/n always felt awkward talking about her job with older people.
“tiktok? my daughter uses that! she might be a fan of yours..”
“oh, i doubt it. i’m not super big, but…” her voice turned into a squeal as she began nervous and anticipated the conversation she was about to have.
“what? what’s up?”
“i, uh…had a bit of a scandal.” she watched ravens eyes widen but her lips stayed still, signifying that y/n had the floor. “i was at a party with katie, drakes girlfriend, and i got really drunk and this guy ended up touching on me and katie filmed it and tagged me so it went viral..” she gulped and held a hand up, stopping raven from speaking. “i don’t really want to talk about it, though. it’s in the past and i’d rather just pretend that it never happened. plus, i’m fine and my fans are fine. i actually just released merch, which i’m super excited about!”
“wow, how cool! and that’s fine, we can move on. so you have a friend, uh..monica?”
“moriah.” she corrected.
“moriah!”
“yeah, but i just call her mo.”
“does she do tiktok too?”
“no, uh, she actually kinda works for me. she’s my graphic designer and she helps me with management and stuff.”
“cool! do you have any other friends?”
“yeah, um, my friend zach and his fiancé—“
“zach dreams?!”
“yes!”
“oh, my. my daughter loves his vlogs and watches them all the time!” raven’s eyes widened, and her once-tired legs were now awake as she stood up and briefly checked the time before plopping back down.
“yeah! he’s my best friend.”
“well that’s nice that you have someone who makes videos as a friend!”
“yeah!” she gave a tight lipped smile and raven scrunched her nose, grabbing her pen again and scribbling something down.
“alright, well let’s get on with the dreams now, if you don’t have anything else you want to talk about..”
“actually! i uh..made a new friend named kelsey. she’s like super famous, even more famous than zach— she does album artwork and works with a lot of influencers and she was really sweet to me. she actually gave me a stone thingy that’s supposed to bring me good luck and help me heal if i ever need it, so that’s nice, but…she invited me to this thing and i’m not sure if i wanna go or not.”
“what did she invite you to?”
“it’s a tiktoker party that like…the biggest tiktokers are going to and it’s at the hype house so like…charli d’amelio and addison rae will be there.”
“wow! that sounds exciting! why wouldn’t you go?”
“well..it’s a prom themed party and everyone is treating it like a prom. like you’re supposed to get a dress and a date and all this stuff. it’s for a special they are doing on netflix or something so i know it would be good for my publicity but i’m just nervous.”
“why?! why are you nervous, y/n!?!” her voice was calm and supportive, yet still impactful enough to get the message across.
“because they are all so much more popular than me! i know that’s a stupid thing to say, but, like no one i know will be there, except for kelsey.” she explained, frowning.
“but you’re gonna bring a date, right?”
“yeah, but they have to be an influencer. it’s for influencers only and flloyd hates that kinda stuff. the only people i know that are influencers are zach and quinn but they are gonna be out of state.”
“okay, well, im sure you’ll find someone.” she placed a hand on her knee again, smiling up at y/n. “now, what about those nightmares?”
“right, well, they aren’t really ‘nightmares’, i mean, some of them are. i don’t really know what to call it. all i know is that they feel real as fuck, like, when i wake up, im literally shaking and am like ‘what the fuck just happened to me.’” y/n laid down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling and keeping her hands on her stomach.
“mmhmm, now, have you had nightmares before this? you know, since our sessions?”
“no, i haven’t had nightmares since fred, if that’s what you’re asking.”
raven hummed, writing something down. “what are some of the dreams you’ve had?”
“well, i had one where i was like..falling through the seasons? like, i was in winter one second and spring the next, but every time it switched, i would be holding or would be near a different fruit. like, i specifically remember holding an apple in the freezing cold and when i woke up, i felt like i had frostbite.”
“mmhmm. now tell me about the more scary type of dreams you’ve had.”
“oh! i, uh, i had a dream where i was being chased by hellhounds.”
“hellhounds?” she stopped her scribbling and looked up for a second.”
“yeah, those demon dogs from hell. they were chasing me and i was bleeding everywhere and was just trying to hold them back but they busted through the door to the room i was in and i woke up. i just remember being alone with no one to help me.” y/n watched raven write things down in silence, and decided to add on another nightmare. “i also had one where it was like ‘the walking dead’, like i was in a hospital and there were these people in hazmat suits telling me that i was infected. they were dragging me away and i was screaming for drake to help me but he wouldn’t.”
“okay.” raven finished writing and cleared her throat. “have you had any dreams where someone does help you?”
“she suddenly felt herself start to suffocate. she knew it would hurt but she wasn’t prepared for just how bad it really was. she widened her eyes, the salty water stinging. her arms began to thrash around in the unnavigable water and she screamed for help. she managed to swim back up to the surface, but could only get one hand out of the water. it was as if a magnetic force was pulling her down. she waved her arm, grasping at air and hoping for someone to save her. she was doomed. no one was out there for miles and she was going to die; humiliated and alone. until a boy grabbed her hand. ”
“yeah, i did actually. i had one where i was drowning in the middle of the ocean and someone grabbed my hand and i woke up.”
“did you recognize the hand?”
“uh, no? it was strong so i think it was a boy, but i don’t know, it’s all fuzzy.”
“that’s okay. so i just want to ask this, just to be sure. you haven’t changed your diet recently or started watching a new show or anything?”
“nope.”
“no dramatic changes in your life?”
“not really, except for flloyd.” y/n became anxious watching raven scribble words down. it looked like she had a whole paragraph written.
“okay, so. i’m not a dream expert and this is all just my thoughts but if you want a dream analysis done by a professional, you can definitely look into that, but this is just what i took from your dreams.” y/n nodded, telling her to continue.
“fruit often symbolize love and sensuality in dreams and can also symbolize good health and happiness! but the weather changing and the seasons indicates more of a change in pattern or something in your life that may be hard for you. like your holding onto someone throughout the chaos of your everyday life, almost. or that you may be in denial of your true feelings based on what others are telling you.”
sensuality?
my feelings?
“have you had any, uh…sexual dreams recently?”
“no, i don—oh! wait, i kind of had one! it wasn’t really sex but it was like leading up to it. it was me and flloyd and he was about to..uh…you know and so, while he was taking my pants off, i noticed a spider on his chest—“
no fucking way.
“ @vinniehacker is now following you!
the notification took her to his page and when she saw how many followers he had, her jaw dropped.
he was hot.
definitely not y/n's type though. the more she looked through his pictures the more he reminded her of her ex. he must have just been famous for being pretty. he had almost as many followers as she had but he wasn't verified like she was. clicking on a shirtless pic, she ran her eyes down his chest. a spider tattooed right in the center of his build and little tattoos scattered here and there. ”
the fucking spider tattoo.
why didn’t she think of that?
“y/n? are you okay?”
“huh? yeah! yeah, i’m fine..”
raven waited for y/n to finish describing the dream, but she was sick from the idea of vinnie entering her subconscious.
“who is it?” ravens voice was so sudden and soft that y/n wasn’t sure if she was imagining it.
“what?”
“who is the person with the spider? clearly, the spider reminded you of someone.”
“yeah, he’s um, this guy who drake works with.”
“oh, one of his friends?”
absolutely not.
“no, actually. the opposite.” she chuckled, letting her eyes drop to the floor again as she sat up. “him and drake are always fighting over work stuff. ya know, competing for a promotion and what not.”
“oh, so he works at the diner?”
“no, they uh are both helpers at the gym. they help train kids and teach them how to box.”
nice save.
“oh, how sweet. so this boy, you like him?”
“what? no! i like flloyd.” her face felt cold and she had a hard time keeping still.
“y/n, i meant like..as a friend.”
“oh.”
well that’s embarrassing.
“not really? he’s mean to me one minute and nice the other. plus, drake hates him and would kill me if he saw us talking.”
“mmhm, and he has a pet spider?”
“no, he has a spider tattoo…on his chest. that’s-thats why i realized…” she watched raven begin to jot things down.
shit.
she probably thinks i’m cheating on flloyd or in love with vinnie instead of him.
i probably seem like an awful girlfriend right now.
“but! but, that’s just a coincidence, i mean—in the dream it was just a small house spider and i saw it and screamed and woke up. the spider that vinnie has is like a black widow or something!” she tried to dig herself out of the hole she was trapped into.
she and vinnie hadn’t talked since drakes party. she saw him one night at the gym and he didn’t notice her. he was just out of the shower and was wearing a fuzzy blue hoodie and some pants. she couldn’t tell if it was sweatpants or pj’s, but either way, it was late and he looked like he was ready to go to bed. he had headphones in and was the only other person there, besides derek, the desk guy, who was just dropping off some papers. she was only there to pick up drakes skateboard so he wouldn’t complain about using her car for the weekend. it was calming, seeing vinnie so different.
he seemed…
soft.
“yeah! yeah, it could just be a coincidence…” she checked the clock and wrote a few more things down on a separate paper.
“well, we are almost out of time so here are a few theories i have on what the dreams could mean. you be sure to check throughout the day and see if you can pick up on anything else that could contribute and add it to the list. i know you aren’t sure about the tiktok party thing, but i think it could be really good for you so promise me you will look into it. i want you to also take a nice warm bath and listen to some music because you need to be kinder to yourself, alright? here.”
she handed y/n the paper and the two said their goodbyes. once she got into the car and closed the door, she let out a deep breath that she didn’t know she was holding. she unfolded the paper and read the theories that raven wrote.
you’re new success may be something that you haven’t fully processed yet and so it may be triggering your unconsciousness, hence giving you vivid dreams about change!
any spike in anxiety can influence your dreams and make them vivid or upsetting. be sure to cut out stress and maybe make a list of things you can control!
drake may be wanting something from you and you may feel pressured by it or may be ignoring it! (i.e. dreams about drake leaving you, not saving you..)
you’re in love and it’s probably with the spider guy.
for fucks sake.
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for the soulmate au, harry/luna!!!
(A/N: Thanks so much for sending this ask love <3 The idea of soulmate drawings jumped at me immediately because I think it's so perfect for this pairing, but it took a while to get it down the way I wanted.)
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That Harry Potter woke up with drawings covering his arms wasn’t cause for concern in and of itself. Even the Dursleys, with their strict rules on what was normal and what wasn’t, wouldn’t throw a fit over something as natural as soulmate art. Dudley often came tumbling down the stairs shouting about the newest pink heart on the inside of his wrist or a smiley face poorly drawn on his leg, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would coo over the marks.
Sure, they’d been surprised when Harry’s first one had appeared when he was 3—his entire palm a garish sort of purple as if he’d stuck his hand straight into wet paint—but they were more likely to ignore the existence of any drawings than to get upset over them.
But these were different.
The horse tucked into the crook of his elbow was glittery white, a gold horn protruding from its head. The lake pooling at the top of his left hand was filled with mermaids. A strange-looking fairy-like-thing hovered at his shoulder.
Harry stared at them in horror for all of a minute before tugging on a long-sleeve shirt, for once grateful that wearing Dudley’s hand-me-downs meant the sleeves hid his hands as well.
Uncle Vernon saw them anyway, the loose fabric sliding up Harry’s arm when he’d gone to serve breakfast, and Harry had been promptly locked back in the cupboard.
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Harry wasn’t allowed markers. Not at home at least.
Dudley had a pen specially made for writing on skin that he used to trade messages back and forth with his soulmate, but if Harry so much as glanced at a Sharpie, Aunt Petunia would snatch it up and hide it away on the top shelf of the upper corner cabinet.
Harry had crayons—half-broken, mostly used crayons that had been one of Dudley’s birthday gifts the boy had complained about—but they didn’t leave much of a mark on his skin. Pencils scraped too much, and the writing was still too faint. At school, paints and markers were saved for art time, and Harry could usually only sneak enough time to draw a quick smile on the part of his ankle that could easily be covered by a sock.
But in the meantime, he practiced drawing. In the evenings when he was expected to sit quietly in the cupboard and bother no one, he pulled out scrap bits of paper and the worn down crayons, and he drew. Sometimes he tried to copy the broken toy soldiers lined up along his walls. Sometimes he drew the flowers from Aunt Petunia’s garden, or the little snakes that would hide among the weeds. Sometimes he drew Marge’s dogs, and sometimes he drew Marge as if she was a dog.
Sometimes, especially as he got better, if his soulmate had left him covered with drawings of dragons and birds on fire and giant sea monsters and skeletal horses, well, sometimes Harry would try his best to copy them down too. He hid them under his thin mattress, and whenever his hands hurt from weeding or he was bruised from Harry Hunting or Aunt Petunia had locked him away before dinner again, he would curl up and look at them and imagine what it would be like to be able to send drawings back. What it would be like to meet the person drawing to him.
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When Harry turned 11 and found out about magic, he had three immediate thoughts.
I’m a wizard.
I can leave the Dursleys.
I’m going to be able to write to my soulmate.
At Diagon Alley, between wand shopping and Madam Malkins, Harry spent an hour in the magical equivalent of an office supplies shop picking out colored inks and paints and brushes to go alongside his normal school supplies. At Flourish & Blotts, he purchased the required reading and then a humongous tome on magical creatures. Because what if the things his soulmate had drawn for him were real? What if his soulmate was magic too?
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He would have liked to start drawing the moment he got on the train, but instead he was bombarded with Ron Weasley, and then Hermione Granger, and a lost toad, and the trolley of sweets, and besides, the train was rumbling along the tracks with little jerks and twists and it wouldn’t have been good for drawing anyway.
And then there was the sorting, the feast, the castle, and by the time Harry made it up to Gryffindor tower, it was late. Still, he dug around in his trunk and pulled out the brushes and the paint, sat on his bed with the curtains pulled shut, and began. He had 11 years to make up for, after all, and he wasn’t going to waste any more time.
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When Luna Lovegood woke up on the morning of September 2nd, there on her right leg was a beautiful painting of an outline of a castle against a moonlit sky. At her knee, a grazing unicorn. The toes of her left foot were fish—yellow-golden, swirling red and white, hot pink—and seaweed climbed up that leg. In the crook of her elbow sat a plump bird, its feathers trailing down her arm, and on each of her left fingertips, a different type of flower.
Beautiful.
Later, when she was more awake and had taken the time to look properly in the mirror, she found the words scrawled messily along her ribcage where they could be easily hidden. Where they would belong just to her instead of where everyone could see.
Hi. My name is Harry. Sorry it took so long.
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Feel free to send me an ask <3
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Eimiko hc
(kinda modern au ish?)
- personally I see Ei as someone who likes to wake up early, while Yae likes to sleep in late
- Yae wears glasses but only while writing or reading, due to this Ei often scolds Yae
- Yae has a slight stigmatism in her right eye
-Ei braids Yae's hair while Yae recounts the 500 years that she's been gone, Yae even reads some of the most popular books from some of the centuries
- Both of them are unable to cook, Yae can slightly cook better than Ei but both pretty much can't cook
- matching hair pieces! they both have a matching hair piece!
- longs walks around Inazuma, mostly around the sakura tree and Serai Island
- Ei is really good drawing! Yae sometimes uses her drawings in her books
- Ei plays the Sims and makes sims of her and Yae
- Both of them don't like PDA
- Together, they have 4 cats. All named after desserts
- they have a room filled with plushies and other cute items they've bought for each other
- Ei likes coffee with lots of sugar and coffee creamer, Yae enjoys black coffee but every once in a while will drink it with some sugar and coffee creamer
- they one time had an argument over wether or not pumpkins were vegetables or fruits.
- They both enjoy winter time as it allows them sit under a blanket and drink hot chocolate more often
-Yae has a nose piercing on the left side of her nose, the jewel on it matches Ei's eye color
-Ei likes writing poetry and often shares it when Yae needs inspiration
- They both took a dance class once for fun but ended up leaving 30 minutes in due to Ei accidentally knocking into someone
- I hc that Yae is 5'2" (157.48 cm) and Ei is 5'7" (170.18 cm)
- Yae likes forehead kisses
- Yae has a mole right above her left eyebrow that Ei kisses whenever she can
- Ei has short nails due to her biting/picking at her nails. She also has slightly calloused hands
-Yae has long nails with a few chipped nails she has slight scarring on her hands
- Ei has a lightning scar on her back. When Yae hugs her, she can feel her tracing it gently
- Yae watches anime, Ei doesn't understand it but still watches it because she likes seeing Yae smile
- matching nails (a light purple with a pink flower stamped on)
- Yae uses the '🌸' emoji at the end of all her messages
- Ei doesn't understand emojis but understands emoticons
- Yae has an Instagram and posts poor quality images of Ei mundane things like shopping or doing laundry
- Long night conversations about anything and everything
-Yae has definitely drawn on Ei's face with marker while she slept. She was also definitely not allowed in the bedroom for a week due to this
- Yae does fake proposals at restaurants to get free desert
- Ei knows a few different languages, Yae loves hearing her talk in those languages. Her favorite language to hear is Dutch
- Yae likes vocaloid
- Ei likes a bit of every kind of music. She embraces all music as it's an opportunity to expand her musical horizon
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I haven't done stuff like this since middle school so that's kinda embarrassing but I tried my best??? I'm not really good at writing. I hope it's decent lol
Request are open btw!! So pls request if you'd like!!
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Turn Around
Summary: An ode to Hotch & Jessica's friendship.
Warnings: grief
Pairings: None
Words: 1.5k
Notes: This is for Comfortember 2021 Day 11 - Warmth. (lyrics from Janis Joplin "Bobby McGee")
Find the rest here: Comfortember 2021
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't free
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feelin' good was good enough for me
He's only sixteen. She's seventeen. It's a lifetime if you ask her, it's just a few months if you ask him. Haley says they're both wrong because it doesn't matter but it's a point of contention for their entire lives. Five months, he points out. You were still in diapers when I was born. Five months isn't that much but it's the difference between a grade when you're in school, her a summer birthday and him an autumn.
It's the difference in their personalities. She's made of warmth and open air, the moment you realize the thaw has come and you throw open all of your windows. He is the first frost and the moment you know it's time to pull out a sweater. She is lightning bugs on warm summer nights and he is the crunch of sweet decaying leaves under foot. Haley is everything in between, she is the crystalline chill of the first snow and she is the first buds on the magnolia tree, she is cloud watching and pumpkin patches, she is everything that ties them together.
Her bike used to be pink but now it's chipped and mostly just a steely gray, covered in paint splatter from art projects in the garage and mud and stickers that are more ripped up and papery than real pictures anymore. There are chipped Janis Joplin lyrics scrawled in permanent marker on the dirty white leather seat. Her name is etched into the metal. Her bike is old, it has been loved, she named it Freedom and he laughed at her. As if she had anything to need freedom from.
“What are you running from?” he asks, an air of superiority lacing his words as they lay amid the tall, dry grass in the middle of September. It's hot, humid, sweat is heavy on their skin...they're still in school clothes, he in his sweatpants and t-shirt from football practice and she in denim overalls covered in clay from her pottery class. They meet here and wait for Haley to catch up. She laughs at him.
“Who says I'm running from something?” He's never thought of it that way, before. He's always been running from something, there isn't anything he's ever thought to run to. Just away, get away. But Jessica, of course she wouldn't see it that way. She gives him a moment, waits on a reply, and when it doesn't come she slides her arm through the tangles of crushed, brittle grass and hooks his hand with hers. “We need to find you something to run toward.”
For her, it's as simple as that. Always has been. She doesn't play around with metaphors and similes, she doesn't care for poetry or pretty words for ugly things. She likes things to be simple, clear cut, the world is shitty enough without having to decode people's bullshit too. That's why she likes Aaron...he's simple. He's brilliant and magnificent, he's a wildfire just waiting for a spark but he's so simple, he always says what he means if he even says anything at all. He's quiet and she covets quiet. He just wants to be loved and left alone. Haley is good at one but not the other, and for some reason he's willing to put up with it anyway but she's the only one who can get away with it. The only one who can put him in her spotlight, lavish him with attention and not have him run away. She's attached herself to him, hangs on his arm in the hallway and Jessica can see the way he tries to disappear beside her, hoping all attention might be on Haley and her radiance, eyes dragging over him like he's not even there. She is distracting, she is beautiful, she is a diversion.
When she sits up, there are twigs and a few ants in her hair and she barely registers it. Aaron watches her, still lying in the grass, his body feels too heavy to move. The difference between running from and running to are still swirling in his mind and he feels faint. She can tell, so she scoots until she is beside him, presses the palm of her hand flat against his breastbone and feels the thunder of his heart in its cage. She doesn't say anything else.
Seattle is 2767 miles from where he stands beside his car, Haley already in the passenger seat peering at the map of the United States with its winding highway system they'll be following, stops marked along the way. Jessica watches the way he checks everything over at least ten times, windshield wipers, tires, gas, open and closes the hood, checks that he's had the oil changed recently...he already knows all of these things, probably checked them off of a list weeks ago, the minute he accepted the job. But he's terrified of change, of leaving, and Jessica grabs him by the hand and stares up into his eyes, locks him there in place.
“Are you running from this place or are you running to Seattle?” she asks, and he smiles, remembers pulling blades of grass from her matted hair under the golden September sun. It was so many years ago, but it feels like yesterday, her hand on his chest as he considered the way his future had suddenly opened up into this massive explosion of potential...the simple fact that, until that point, he hadn't even had one completely lost. He whispers “to” and nods. That's all he needed, the final push.
“Then go, you idiot. And don't look back.”
She visits them, considers moving there herself after enough hours wandering through the rain slicked streets, smelling the briny air full of seawater and coffee. The traffic flows different there, people don't yell as much out west as they do east, these are people like Aaron. They seethe quietly, flip each other off but only within the confines of their own person, there are no fights in the streets. Grocery stores are quiet, you can actually hear the adult contemporary slow jams pumping through the speakers. Elton John will sing you through the cereal aisle and Celine Dion will pick you up and carry you through produce. It feels like a different planet.
Applying for tech jobs in Seattle is easy, her cup overfloweth. She's doing interviews by phone and Haley is over the moon thinking about her sister moving to be with them, but then David Rossi appears in their lives. He's at dinner one night, leaving business cards and coursework, a straight shot path from the FBI Seattle Field Office to the BAU in Virginia. Haley doesn't want to move back, as much as she misses her family, but Aaron says this is where he wants to be. He's running to the BAU, an Haley follows. It was his dream, from the moment he accepted a job with the FBI he had a plan and she loved him and his pie in the sky dreams.
“We can start a family,” she says as they pack their things, give all of their furniture to a local thrift store. They're not taking much, this life is done and Aaron is a completionist – he wants a fresh start in Virginia. But Virginia never loved them, she could be so unkind. Things fall apart quickly and there is no escaping it...one thing after another, and both of them reminisce about Seattle as their lives go up in flames, about the safety of those 2767 miles and the Puget Sound and all of those beautiful, deadly mountain passes that held them quietly in their grasp.
Virginia only took from them. Now Jessica is sitting with him on cold, emerald grass beside Haley's headstone and she's wondering whether all of their running did any good at all. They just ended up in the same place, side by side but it's cold now. That late summer warmth no longer in their bones, now they huddle together and share what they have.
“What are you running from?” he asks her, eyes focused on Haley's name. He remembers Jessica telling him not to look back, and he understands why now. She slips her hand inside of his, shoves both of their hands inside of the deep pocket of his pea coat and relishes the temporary warmth.
“I've never run from anything in my life,” she says, squeezing his hand tight. “No time. I'm too busy chasing you.” He nods. He knows. She's joking, at least a little, but there is some part of her that isn't. Some part that is being honest...she's always been behind him, watching the path ahead from her vantage point, picking up the pieces that fall behind. Collecting keepsakes. He squeezes her hand and feels the hot sting of tears in his eyes.
“I can't keep it up. I'm too tired,” he whispers, and the tears drip from the end of his nose, fall to the ground, salt and earth. He's not even sure what he's saying, what he's not saying. He doesn't feel good, he hasn't in a long time, the ambition that once ruled him has dissipated and in its wake has left him routed. “I need to rest.”
“Good,” she agrees, bumping his arm with her shoulder. “I'm tired too.”
#aaron hotchner#jessica brooks#criminal minds#fanfiction#comfortember 2021#hotch and jess bffs forever
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