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Better Than Gold

Larissa Weems bonus scene here

A great big thank you to @h-doodles for this post which inspired this monster of a fic, 6.7k words, I love ice skating and saw her little bit abt an ice skating au. And here we are! I hope you enjoy! For those of you who know skating, I apologise if I got any details wrong- I just grabbed all the info from google. ALSO I proofread this for once! Pls be proud of me

To say you were a prodigy was an understatement, it also undermined the countless hours of your life you dedicated to your sport. Discarding the blood, sweat, and tears it took from you. To say you were naturally gifted was a limited compliment - natural talent would only carry you so far. It had given you a running start but the rest was all you - your very soul was embedded into those silver blades. And it would always remain there in some way shape or form. Retiring at the age of 26 was a hard decision but as with many sports it took a toll on your body and to push yourself too far was just as bad as throwing in the towel when things didn’t go your way for the first time.

Your mother’s ever persistent insistence that you achieved nothing less than absolute perfection also influenced your career path - she wasn’t able to make it as a figure skater and in lieu of that was hell bent on achieving her dreams through you. Yet no matter how overbearing she could be, no matter how much she forced you to keep going when your lungs burnt, your muscles seized, and your mind numb, it couldn’t taint the love you held for the ice. Part of you truly believe you were made to skate. And that was true.

And so from as early as you can remember you had been skating. People often talked of a stuffed toy they’ve had since birth, or of a childhood friend that was more of a sibling to them - but you didn’t have that, you had ice skates. And sometimes you think you spent more of your life at the ice rink than you did at home. Occasionally you’ll grieve the life you could have had, the career you had wanted for yourself. But the ice will always call to you and you’ll remember your passion for it.

You had left the profession after finally winning - finally earning that gold medal. Years upon years of being awarded bronze, or silver, of falling short of that podium finally culminated in earning that golden disc. None of it was good enough for you - for your mother (need we mention she achieved silver once and only once) until you came out on top. That victory was cathartic and after competing in a few lower level events you had decided to leave with grace. You were not hungry for fame or success. You were happy with what you had accomplished and you thought it was high time to step down. Much to your mother’s disappointment, it’s a shame, you would think, you wouldn’t have been where you were now if it were not for her but at the same time you resented her. For carving your life for you before you could even walk, but at the same time you were in her debt. The ice was home for you. And only because she had pushed you to it all those years ago.

It was safe to say you were a celebrity within the skating world. Any World Champion would be. But in the grand scheme of things you were just you - often recognised by skating fans but if people weren’t into the sport then you were just another face in the crowd. And for that you were thankful.

You’re now 28, and after taking up many coaching gigs in those two years, you opted to move to a quaint town in Vermont. It was starkly different from the busy towns you were used to. But you enjoyed the quiet slow nature, it was a welcome breath of fresh air - and you even had a delightful job as a barista in a coffee shop. The town also had a local ice rink but that didn’t influence your decision to move there. Not at all, no. Absolutely not.

It was actually an old family friend who had suggested moving to Jericho, he was a fencing coach at a local boarding school - but was a skating fanatic and had a great well of knowledge on the sport too. He dabbled occasionally in skate coaching. He had gone to high school with your mother and they had kept in touch over the years. He was always fond of you. And you of him.

It was early Saturday Morning, the rink was empty save for a few people getting an extra coaching session in. You stand at the side, soaking in the environment - usually you abhorred fluorescent lighting but it was an old comfort in the arena. The cold bit at your cheeks but you were so accustomed to it that you’d be concerned if it affected you. Clad in simple clothes aimed for comfort you didn’t stand out. Part of you missed your competition outfits - they made you feel pretty. But they were part of your past now, you doubted you’d ever wear them again. With a sigh you step out into the ice and take to it like a duck takes to water.

You perform the sequence from the year you had won the Worlds. You could never forget it- not when it had earnt a very impressive combined score of 269.78, you had been given 91.42 in the free skate, and 178.36 in the long skate. In short you blew the competition out of the water. You had attempted the quadruple axel and you had almost done it successfully- you had fallen a fraction of a rotation short. But that didn’t take from your triumph. You still walked away from the competition with a gold medal to your name.

Back then it had to be perfect - but now it came to you much easier and you were able to enjoy it without the pressure of failure looming over you. You ignore the occasional stare from those training on the rink - no doubt they recognised you. You were lost in the rhythm coming from your earphones as you started another sequence, from your teen years that had you qualify for nationals. That seemed so long ago - the ecstatic feeling from getting through the qualifiers was no less powerful than winning the Worlds. To you each win was just as important.

Your music fades as you hold your pose for a second before aimlessly ambling back to the edge of the rink. A movement catches your eye and you look up to see an old friend, Elijah, clapping as he beams at you.

“Been a while,” he greets you with a lopsided grin as you pull an earphone out, letting it dangle across your chest.

Whilst you primarily competed in the women’s single category, you had entered a good handful of competitions in the pairs category with him. You were quite the duo. And he had just as many achievements under his belt as you.

“Indeed it has,” you’re a little out of breath and sweaty but you go to hug him tightly nonetheless.

Embracing him was grounding, you loved the new town and change of pace but the familiarity of him was welcome. You really had missed him.

“You’re a little rusty though,” he takes a verbal dig at you.

“Shut up, I could be in top form in seconds if I wanted to,” you step back and take him in.

He’d let his hair grow since you’d last seen him, a tousled black mess.

“I know you could,” his words are sincere, “how’ve you been?”

The pair of you head off to the lockers.

You find yourselves in the Weathervane, catching up on two years worth of life over damn good coffee.

“So you’re here for a local skate comp?”

“Yep, it’s no Olympics or Worlds, but sometimes it’s nice to enjoy the sport when it’s not high stakes, you know? I’m just gonna spectate,” he swirls his drink in the cup, “you should sign up though,”

“Nah, competitive skating isn’t for me anymore,” you wave him off as you watch the people milling around outside, and just then Vlad walks past, he catches your eye and waves with a smile which you return.

“No other reason then?” You eye Elijah with a knowing smirk. He definitely had seen the vampire walk past, and had clammed up. You let out a cackle at him, reveling in his awkwardness.

“Shut up, and I’m not here because he’s helping coach- oh shit, oh shit! He’s coming over, Atikah help, he’s so close- ”

“Atikah! And little Elijah, how nice to bump into you here,” his accent gave you the same comfort as hugging Elijah did.

“Likewise,” you purr, aware of Elijah’s face now beet red, stunned into silence. “You know, I heard there’s a local skate competition, you wouldn’t happen to be coaching?”

“Ah yes, you would be correct,” Vlad’s eyes seemed to light up at the mere mention, “yourselves?”

Just as you’re about to answer Larissa Weems sidles up to Vlad and now it’s your turn to blush furiously.

That damned woman had been on your mind as of late. She was breathtaking, with silky blonde locks always styled in an intricate updo and blue eyes that had you lost, swimming in them. Not to mention those tantalising red painted lips. You swear the colour red was created specifically for that woman because by god did it look amazing on her.

“Hello Atikah,” she cooed.

And her voice! It was soothing and delicate, and unbearably feminine yet commanding. Her English accent was the cherry on top. You could listen to her for hours on end without ever tiring of the sound. You must have been staring in silence for too long because Elijah nudged your leg under the table. Giving you an odd look.

You clear your throat, your cheeks feeling hot, “Larissa! It’s lovely to see you again,” you hope you masked the quiver in your voice.

The smile she gives you has you weak in the knees and you’re thankful for being seated, you simply adore the way her eyes crinkle at the corner and her laugh lines become more pronounced when she smiles. If the gods walked the earth then she was Aphrodite without a doubt.

“You two know each other!? Wonderful, I hate introducing people,” Vlad chimes in, looking between the two of you. Then at Elijah, “this is my boss, Principal Larissa Weems,”

The poor guy only manages to nod not looking at Larissa, his oak brown eyes trained on Vlad and Vlad only.

There’s a stilted silence now and you’re quick to break it.

“We were just talking about a local skating event, Vlad’s coaching and Elijah here is gonna volunteer too,”

“Skating!?” Larissa seems to perk up at the mention. You didn’t know she was interested in it, and now you’re even more intrigued by the woman.

“I was what now?” Elijah interjects, panic beginning to set in his face.

“I have the details, I’ll share them with you, let us grab drinks first. We’ll join you two,” Vlad replies, his tone chipper. “Your usual?” He looks to Larissa who nods before taking a seat next to you.

She slides into the booth stopping when she’s very close to you. Your heart is running wild in your chest.

“So, you like ice skating?” You attempt to make conversation as Vlad heads to the counter. Elijah is completely out of action, too busy watching the man’s retreating from.

Larissa hums out a yes as she shrugs off her coat. Part of a matching set with her dress, as usual she’s dressed to the nines effortlessly. Not that you mind.

You’ve been in Jericho for a few months now; and with Larissa being a regular you quickly became acquaintances and then your crush had formed. Hard and fast. How could it not when Larissa was this ethereal human, she was angelic. Her presence commanded the room’s attention without her having to speak a word. And the confidence she had was intoxicating. If she asked the oceans to part they would obey mindlessly.

A week into working at the Weathervane you had begun to exchange friendly banter, by the second week you’d time your breaks so you’d be able to spend them with her when she visited, the same time everyday. The third week you always seemed to be at the Weathervane, picking up something you’d forgot during your shift just as she would walk in, and she’d always invite you to join her, always choosing to sit next to you instead of across. You never once said no to her. You don’t think you could.

Your coworkers had caught onto your fancy before you had and they teased you relentlessly for it. You felt a chemistry between you but you wouldn’t allow yourself to really believe it. What on earth would an older woman like Larissa Weems see in you? Other than a friend.

That didn’t mean you didn’t notice when she’d place a hand on your arm when she’d laugh at a bad joke you'd made or how she manages to always be served by you. Or how she’d always have her first sip at the counter and sigh in pleasure, saying some variation of how you had made her drink perfectly with a wink. You also noticed how whenever you’d look over to her she’d always be looking at you. But she was just being friendly.

“How’s you and Nevermore?”

“Nevermore is doing just swell, and I’m not too bad myself,” she readjust herself in her seat and you swear she ends up sitting a little closer to you.

“So you know Vlad?” She asks, curious.

“Old family friend, he’s like an uncle to me,” you answer simply.

You engage in some light conversation until Vlad returns with a quad and a hot chocolate, he shimmies in next to Elijah who has now rejoined earth from whatever daydream revolving around the vampire he was having.

“Let’s get to it then,” he claps his hands and procures some papers from his jacket pocket. Elijah startles at this and then remembers how you had thrown him under the bus. He mutters something under his breath, no doubt cursing you, as he rummages for a pen in his pocket and busies himself filling out the coaching form.

“The comp’s a small one, there’s a month until qualifiers then two weeks until the main event!” He skims over the documents, “plenty of time for you to be in top form,” he looks at you with a wide smile.

“Oh, no, I’m not entering- ”

“You skate?” Larissa’s voice is tinged with a little bit of disbelief and dare you say excitement too? She’s looking at you with doe eyes, and childlike amazement.

“No- yes, but no- I- Well, I do. A little-” you begin to fall over your words. You were always humble- your mother would say too humble, where she was parading your achievements as if they were her own, you would graciously accept the congratulations and flowers sent your way.

“Nonsense!” Vlad puts you out of your misery, only to create a new one, “She’s only a worl- ”

“I competed here and there when I was younger,” you cut off the vampire and pray he keeps his mouth shut. He does but he now gives you a knowing look. You hate how he can read you like an open book. During this interaction Larissa looks between the two of you with rapt attention.

“I’ve always loved skating,” Larissa muses, a fond look in her eyes, “you should let me see you skate one day,” she tilts her head to the side a little and regards you through her lashes, leaning in a little. She was intoxicating, like fentanyl- and you’d happily become addicted if she let you.

“The competition would be perfect!”

“My competition days are behind me!” Your voice is a little louder than you had intended and it effectively silences everyone, “Just… I prefer to skate as a pastime,” you hope that takes away the unintentional edge to your statement.

“Sure they are little Attie,” Vlad chuckles, he looks like he’s plotting something. You bristle at the pet name, normally you would like it but Larissa was present and you didn’t want to be embarrassed.

“A shame,” Larissa pouts a little and now you feel bad. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

“I’ll think on it,” you say with your eyes trained on her, she seems to smile at this.

“Done!” Elijah, having been engrossed in the form, finally speaks. Seemingly missing the entire conversation.

Vlad tells him well done and Elijah seems to glow with pride.

“What days is the competition?” You ask quietly.

“Ehm, it’s the first Friday of December,” Vlad reads off of your friend’s form. Leaning in a little to do so, you’re certain he caught how Elijah’s breath caught in his throat. If the little smirk on the vampire's face is anything to go off of.

“Oh,” Larissa pops up ruefully, “I’m always busy in December,”

You absolutely despise the despondent tone in her voice.

Larissa had taken a sip of her drink and hummed in contentment, “as good as always, but I have to say you make it the best,” she shoots you a wink which has you flustered and averting your gaze as another blush creeps up onto your face.

From there the four of you talk about what’s happening in your current life, the inner workings of Jericho and whatever topics you can come up with.

Later on that day Larissa sat in her quarters, some nitty gritty detective series playing but she wasn’t paying it much attention. She was looking at her phone, your facebook profile had appeared in her ‘suggested’ (she’d gone onto Vlad’s profile and searched for you) and her finger hovered above the blue ‘add friend’ button.

As per usual you were in her mind rent free, despite your guarded stance she had gathered you were an athlete and had competed at a high level, she wanted to know more. In hindsight it made sense for you to be athletic, given by those very appealing toned legs, and those thighs of yours… Larissa caught herself before her thoughts took a spicy turn.

She decided not to send a friend request. That was too forward - she worried you’d think she was a stalker. Your only mutual friend was Vlad.

If Larissa had sent the request, you wouldn’t have ever seen it anyways. You never used Facebook, it was too boomer-ish. You were more of an Instagram girly.

“Meet me at Lake Jericho in 10,” you forgo saying hello to Elijah.

“What?”

“Bring your skates,” you carry on. Not waiting for him to compute what you’re saying.

“Babes, the hotels a 20 minute drive from the lake?”

“Be there in 10 minutes, a second later and I’ll skelp you,”

You hang up. Leaving static ringing in Elijah’s ear.

“That girl, I swear to god,” he starts muttering as he looks for his skates and car keys.

It had been just less than a month since you had met Vlad and Larissa at the Weathervane. The cafe had seen an influx of business however, so you hadn’t had any time to skate given you had worked extra to help out. But now you had a few days off and decided to make the most of it.

You hadn’t expected Elijah to actually make the drive in ten minutes yet he did. He was on time. You don’t dare ask how fast he was going on the roads.

“Girl, what the hell is this about?” He’s yelling from the small car park - it’s just a wider part of the road on the grass embankment filled with gravel. It can hold two cars.

“I’ve signed up for the comp,” you holler back at him. You don’t bother watching how he stops mid step, mouth agape and eyes wide.

You pick up a large rock and chuck it onto the frozen lake. You throw a few more all landing in different areas - satisfied with the noise they all make you deem the ice thick enough to skate on.

“I thought you weren’t competing?”

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” you call over your shoulder as you take off the guards on your skates and fly onto the ice.

Elijah takes a few minutes to lace up his own skates before he slides up next to you, matching Your pace and tempo as you just glide across the lake’s surface.

“What changed your mind, or rather,” he gives you a pointed look, “who?”

You roll your eyes at him before taking a sharp turn. Leaving him in your proverbial dust.

“She told me she had cleared her schedule for the day of the comp,” you explain once he’s back by your side. You recall fondly how excited she was about being able to go.

“And you’re joining because…?”

You scoff. Must you really spell it out? You had hung out at your flat after your impromptu meeting with the Nevermore teachers, and given him the rundown on your crush.

“Given that I have literally negative rizz,” you look at him expecting him to disagree with you. But he just nods, “ouch. Well, I have no flirting game, and she makes me so nervous but!” You pause for dramatic effect.

“You’re killing me,” Elijah’s tone is flat as he gathers his hair into a stubby ponytail to keep it out his face.

“She’s gonna be there, so I could wow her with my skating! Really grab her attention,” you finish excitedly.

Elijah laughs.

“Whore,” you hiss at him.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” He holds his hands up, “I think it’s a brilliant idea! Obviously you don’t need to worry about the others, you’ll win the comp and her heart,”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you mutter dryly. Before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

You spend the day skating, not really practicing. More just enjoying yourselves and discussing strategies to win Larissa over. Occasionally performing old routines together. Part of you sings out for the thrill of the competition… you could still go back to professional skating. You miss it. Kind of.

The pair of you only stop dancing over the ice once the sun has set and it’s too dark to skate - also the pair of you were starting to get hangry.

You part ways at your cars.

You knock on the door of room number 219 and stand back. Waiting for Elijah to answer. You hear shuffling before the latch is undone and the door swings open. The qualifiers had happened earlier in the week and assignments for coaches and such was happening tomorrow. The results were just released.

In the week between your lake session with Elijah and now you’d dedicated yourself to skating and had cleaned your skills up. You weren’t at the level you were during your time competing but you had definitely sharpened up.

“Yo? Attie what’s up? It’s so early?” His voice is groggy and he’s clad in only his top and boxers.

“It’s 3pm, anyways!” You stand up straighter, excited, “I made it!”

“What?”

“The comp, you twat,” you roll your eyes, he was so slow sometimes.

Silence.

A little more silence.

“Oh? Oh!” He hugs you and you’re eager to return it. “Well done!!! But I mean, you qualifying was a given,”

“Some of the others were really good,”

“It’s a town competition, you’re literally a world champion, and you probbaly have the makings to go again for next year,”

“Still,” you hum, you look into his hotel room, the curtains are drawn and clothes are strewn on the floor. Your eyes trail up to the bed where Vlad is slowly beginning to stir.

“Elijah,” your voice is a harsh whisper.

You get a muffled grumble.

“Elijah!” Said more urgently this time.

“What?”

“Vlad.”

“Vlad?” He loosens his hold on you, “Vlad!”

You pull out the hug and hold his shoulders.

“You and Vlad? Are you?”

“…uhm… yes?”

“You lucky motherfucker! How the hell did you manage that?”

“Oh, ha… well uhm…”

At this point Vlad was fully awake and now looking at you. Like a deer in headlights before he gives you a sheepish grin.

“Atikah, goodmorning.” He gets out the bed, thank the gods he has boxers on, and moseys over to the pair of you.

“Good afternoon,” you speak slowly, letting go of Elijah and he shuffles up next to Vlad. “How long?”

“It’s recent, about a week or so,” Vlad answers.

You remain silent for a second before smiling and taking them both into a hug.

“About damn time,”

The three of you enjoy eachothers arms before Vlad plucks himself out of the tangle of limbs.

“What’s the goss?”

“Atikah’s planning on wooing your boss at the skating competition,” Elijah states it so calmly as if commenting on the weather.

You on the other hand feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.

“Dude shut up- ”

“Ah! I knew it,” your eyes snap onto Vlad’s, “it’s clear as day you’ve got a thing for her, she’s a lovely woman. You have good taste,”

“You knew? Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,”

You press your lips into a thin line as you slip into your own mind. Did Larissa know?! Oh god. That’s it. You need to move town.

“Goodbye,” you turn tail and take a prompt exit. Leaving the two men sharing confused looks.

It’s Thursday, the day before the competition and you’re at the Weathervane pulling in a shift. Covering for a coworker who had taken ill, you knew the other competitors would be cram training but you were confident - and rightly so - in your skills.

You’re busy cleaning something when the bell rings signaling a customer, you don’t need to look up to know it’s Larissa, at her usual time as always.

“Hello again, Attie,” you flush at the nickname as you look up into her eyes. She’s wearing another of her stunning dresses with a complimenting jacket that reaches just above her knees. She has a scarf bundled around her neck and a pair of beige leather gloves shelter her hands from the cold outside.

She had begun using that nickname for you after she had heard Vlad using it. And you loved it, you didn’t have the confidence to do the same for her, but in your head you affectionately called her Rissa. You wonder if she liked nicknames.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Larissa,” you chirp. Already starting on making her hot chocolate. You liked to put an extra scoop of the powder in for her. It was your little secret.

“Am I not allowed to drop by to see my darling dearest?” She purrs.

You can’t fight the blush on your face, “I suppose you are,” you watch the milk as you steam it, “looking forward to tomorrow?”

“I can hardly wait,” the enthusiasm and eagerness thick in her voice. You smile at this, it was so sweet and endearing.

You pour the milk into a mug. “On the house.”

“Oh no, you don’t need to- ”

“I know, but I want to,”

You hold the mug out to her and she takes a moment, slowly pulling her gloves off to reveal slender fingers. Her hands brushing over your own as she takes the cup, your breath catches in your throat at the contact and Larissa notices. She sends you a sly smile as she lifts the cup to her mouth and takes a drink. Purring with satisfaction as she feels the warm liquid travel through her chest.

“Divine as always, Atikah,” she sends you a wink before taking her seat, your eyes never leaving her. You could swear she puts a little more sway into her hips.

“Lovesick,” you jump as you hear Tyler lean into your ear and whisper.

“I am not,” you grumble. Only earning a laugh in response.

You look back over to where Larissa has sat down and find her gazing at you already, her eyes intense with some sort of emotion you can’t quite place. You offer her a shy smile before you have to tear your gaze away to greet another customer who had just walked in. Larissa’s eyes don’t leave you.

No matter what level you were competing at, you were always riddled with nerves and some nausea before it commenced. You had turned up at the allocated time and started to warm up with the other competitors. Your mother had somehow caught wind of your participation - Vlad blabbed. And was standing down with the coaches in the benches.

You were wearing an old costume. It wasn't anything extravagant but it was eye-catching. And fitted very nicely to your figure. Although right now it hid under an oversized hoodie you’d stolen from Elijah many years ago.

You let yourself come to a natural stop as you watch your mother conversing with Vlad and Elijah. You hadn’t really talked to her much since you had retired. And to be honest you could do without talking to her. However, ignoring your mother wasn’t a smart move. Sooner or later you’d have to greet her.

Shaking your head lightly you start to skate again, being mindful of the others as you let your body make the decisions, performing any old jump or turn it felt like. In no time you were back in a state of calmness - the ice was your home at the end of the day.

An announcement is called over the tannoy and everyone slowly heads off the rink. Making their way over to their coaches for last minute advice. You scan the bleachers that have started to fill, looking for a certain blonde woman. In no time you find her, it’s hard to miss her towering stature. And suddenly you’re nervous for an entirely different reason. You pray that you don’t fall on your face when you’re performing. You slip off the ice before Larissa has taken her seat, before she can spot you.

You had managed to get Elijah as your coach, meaning he got an easy out to spend more time with Vlad and help coach his participant. You head over to him, and consequently your mother, the vampire had disappeared over to the young man he was assigned.

“Surely this competition is below you?”

“Hello to you too,” you shoot back wryly.

Elijah just looks between you awkwardly.

Your mother just gives you a strained smile before standing at the glass on the edge of the rink as the men’s single category starts.

The competition isn’t huge but it’s not small. The men’s category finished soon and then it’s the women’s single. Followed by the pairs. The whole time you watch Larissa, all though there was a fair distance between you, you could make out her expression. And it warmed your heart when it filled with glee, a huge grin on her face that never left. She was completely and truly captivated by each and every performance. Clapping with enthusiasm.

Before you know it, the junior women’s singles is over, and it’s onto the senior women’s.

“Did you tell Larissa you were competing?” Elijah leans in, whispering quietly.

Your mother had moved back next to you, still standing with perfect posture. Scrutinising each and every skater, making underhanded comments. Some things never change.

“No, and I’m nervous… like really nervous,”

“You’re fine, you’ll ace it like you always do,”

“Thanks Eli,” your voice was sincere.

You fall into silence.

“Do you think I’m a dick?”

“Sorry what?” Elijah chokes on his water bottle.

“I mean… I won the World’s, I don’t wanna rob someone of their medal here… it is a small town event,”

“Nah,”

“Nah? I think I’m a dick,”

“Nah, you’re just… wanting to step back into competing, slowly. And this is your first step,”

“Okay…” you’re not convinced. And guilt begins to eat at you.

“Next up, we have…” the announcer pauses for a second, a hush falls over the crowd, “the Atikah Karnstein?” He sounds confused.

You look at Elijah before standing up and heading to the rink. Your transition from walking to skating is fluid and you seem to just float onto the ice. In that moment you enter a focused mode you haven’t been in since you performed at the World’s and took home gold.

Larissa stilled when she heard your name, and her eyes blew wide as she watched your form enter the ice rink. Around her she heard whispers.

“The Atikah Karnstein?”

“Like as in Thalia Karnstein’s daughter?”

“Apparently her mum never won gold, and pushed her daughter to do it… since she couldn’t,”

“What’s a world champ doing here?”

“I’ve always wanted to see her perform, she retired before I could!”

Larissa looked around, soaking in the snippets she was hearing about you. Surely not? Surely you would have told her you were a professional? And one of the best by the sounds of it.

Before she can think more on it the music starts and her eyes are focused back on you. Her heart in her throat with anticipation. And that’s when she noticed just how lovely your dress fit you… you looked like some kind of angel? No, not quite right, a siren more like. An enchantress, and Larissa was certainly enchanted. She was enchanted the day you had had her order ready for her the second she had reached the counter.

She can’t tear her eyes off of you, she doesn’t even dare to blink. You navigate the ring with grace and elegance. Flying through the air with ease. Larissa’s chest rises and falls rapidly as she becomes ensnared in you. Your face is lax, almost melancholy as you let the music seep into your bones and lead your dance.

You make eye contact with her and time seems to freeze. Larissa gasps audibly, eyes wide. Then suddenly you’ve taken to the air off of the outside edge of your left blade. Your body twirls in the air, once, twice, thrice, four times, and then… a half rotation. You land with force but you make it look featherlight, the outer edge of your right blade hits the ice first as you now face the other way, soaring across the ice.

All around her the crowd erupts with such a strong fervor Larissa jumps in fright. Before breaking out into a cheer for you. She loved skating but didn’t know much of the technicalities.

You block out the screams and applause as you sink to your knees not losing momentum, you lean your entire body back, your eyes close and your arms stretch above your head as they trail across the ice behind you, it looked as if your wrists had been tied to a bedpost… it was sensual and to Larissa, arousing. You come to a gradual halt. You hold the pose for a second before rising slowly. You're back in the middle of the rink facing the judges, and only once you’ve bowed and left do you rush into Elijah’s arms screaming with joy.

What you had failed at the World Championships you had completed at a small town competition. So many emotions run through you that you fail to realise Larissa had left her seat and had made it down to the benches within seconds. She stands to the side letting you celebrate with Elijah.

It’s then that she notices a woman, in her early sixties by the looks of it and the spitting image of you. She had aged gracefully and held a serene look on her face. That must be your mother, and she sees now where you got your beauty from.

“What the actual fuck Atikah!!!”

Larissa is drawn from her musings by Elijah screaming over the still ongoing applause that had taken over the stadium.

“Where did you pull that quad axel from?”

“I don’t know! But I did it!” You look like you’re about to burst from excitement. Chest heaving as you hug Elijah again.

The crowd had settled and the next skater was called up. But no one in your group pays attention.

By now Vlad has made his way over next to Larissa. He quietly explains everything and Larissa is in another state of shock, her eyes wide as saucers as she looks at your form. He then pressed a bouquet of flowers, that he had been hiding behind his back, into Larissa’s hands.

“For your little swan,” is all he says before walking over to you and sweeping you into an embrace.

Once he set you down and congratulated you, you looked up to where Larissa was sitting to find her seat empty. You frown a little before a hand is on your shoulder and spinning you around.

You come face to face with the one and only Larissa Weems.

“Hi,” is all you manage to say. A blush taking over your face.

“Absolutely divine,” is all she can say before offering the flowers to you. Then she leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek. Leaving a perfect red lipstick stain in the shape of her lips. Larissa’s quite proud of her mark on you. Clear as day for anyone to see.

You’re left speechless before you accept the flowers then rope her into the tightest hug ever. You do have to go onto your tiptoes as best you can, the skates only add so much to your height and Larissa is very tall. Her arms feel so right wrapped around you.

When you break the embrace Larissa has an ocean of questions but you silence her and lead her, hand in hand, to the edge of the rink so she can have a front row seat. You overhear your mother saying something about a flight she has to catch, vaguely you think you hear her congratulate her in her own way - ‘there were a few turns you need to work on, but overall it was good. Tidy up that quad axel though’ that was as much of a praise you’d ever get from her. You’d take what you could.

As the competition went on you would whisper into Larissa’s ear, explaining each jump, each turn, give little comments, and explain the judges' scoring process.

Larissa was still captivated by the participants, but she caught herself looking at you more, she adored how you would talk to yourself. Encouraging each and every competitor. Your sportsmanship was truly admirable.

At one point Larissa had caught you shivering and had slipped her coat over your shoulders. It drowned you, but you looked adorable as you wrapped it around you tighter.

The competition ends by early evening, there’s an interval whilst scores are added and the podium is set up. You had managed to slip away in that time and talk to the judges.

Before the first category winners were to be announced, they relayed your message.

“We are honoured to have had a special guest appearance from the 2021 Ice Skating World Champion for the Women’s Singles, Atikah Karnstein,” a round of applause rippled through the arena. The announcer waited for it to die down, “without further ado, we will start the award ceremony,”

They continued the speech with the usual, thanking everyone and such. Elijah looked at you as you rejoined them, taking your place next to Larissa who absentmindedly wraps an arm around your waist. You leaned into her side buzzing with joy.

“Cleared your conscious?” Elijah asks.

“Yeah,” you answer loosely, too busy nuzzling closer to Larissa.

As the awards are given out, Larissa turns to you, a coy smile playing on her lips. This seems like the perfect time.

“Let me take you out for dinner tonight,”

You look at her dumbfounded. Was this really happening? Was Larissa Weems, the woman of your dreams, asking you for dinner? Little old you?

“A date,” she seemed to read your mind.

You don’t answer her, you just pull her down and crash your lips into hers. Larissa’s entire being consuming you.

You felt like you were on top of the world when you had stood on that podium at the World’s, a gold medal hanging around your neck, it’s weight pressing the blue ribbon into the back of your neck, your country’s flag draped over your shoulders. Roses upon roses being tossed at you as cheering rung in your ears.

But here, right now. Kissing Larissa was better than gold could ever be.

AN - et fini. Congratulations if you made it this far! <3

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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garfunklefield · 17 days

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Irony

Barista!Yuji Itadori/Megumi Fushiguro Warnings: college au, coffee shop au, fluff, humor, tall yuji, short megumi, ambiguous ending Word count: 2782 DESC: It's not gay to write sweet little notes on a cute emo boy's coffee cup every day, right? RIGHT???

I wrote this in one sitting because I'm DERANGED

Every single day he’d come in here and order the same thing. A black coffee then leave.

Yuji was freshly out of college, trying his hardest to make ends meet in the only way he knew how, making coffee. It was a weird skill he had picked up from his grandfather, doing a majority of the cooking and cleaning. He cleaned up after him, watered plants, and made him coffee. From a young age, he learned how to make exotic drinks without even batting an eye. When he found an ad for a barista position at a local coffee shop, he didn’t think twice about it. It interested him slightly, although his actual major had nothing to do with making drinks. He needed a way to pay rent that didn’t physically bore him, so he didn’t mind waking up early to open or staying late to close. Hell- even working every single day! All for one reason.

“Hey, idiot!” A hand waved in front of his face as he was busy cleaning off the counter. He glanced to the side and saw Nobara Kugisaki, his coworker impatiently glaring his way, “We have a customer!”

Itadori went to speak but pressed his lips into a thin line. He knew better than to argue with her this early in the morning, especially over something she could easily solve. But, he liked Nobara. Even if she was pushy and loud, she could have a sweeter side to her that no one else got to see. I mean, he never even saw it. Yet, he knew it was there waiting to be uncovered.

He set down the cloth and shimmied over to the cash register, “Hey how can I help you?” He spoke, pressing a few buttons to get the machine ready. The boy hadn’t looked up yet to see who he was going to be dealing with, he really hoped it wasn’t any of the annoying regulars. Having regulars was fine! Aside from the ones who’d sit and talk for hours on end, trying to show you their vacation photos or lame pictures of their kids!

The man before him cleared his throat, “A black coffee, please?” That voice was unfamiliar, but instantly rang as safe to Yuji. He looked up and saw something perfect before him. Black locks of spikey hair jutted out in a few directions, all neatly pushed behind the boy's ears. Dark blue eyes, examining him through heavy rows of eyelashes. And lips, that were unwavering. Not even a polite smile, just a line. Yuji had never seen someone so beautiful before, it nearly took away his breath! I mean, guys can appreciate other men's beauty, right? So he tried not to find the fact he was turned to stone weird.

“Um, hello?” He narrowed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing down as well.

The barista’s eyes widened and he smiled sheepishly, snapping himself out of his haze, “Sorry! Black coffee. Can I have a name for the order?” It was customary to ask for a name for every order, but now it felt so … intimate. The man’s eyes were boring deep into Yuji’s soul and making him really regret not shaving his day-old stubble this morning.

“Tch,” he looked off to the side, a sudden wave of annoyance flooding his features, “Megumi.”

Megumi…

Megumi.

The pink-haired man had never heard that name before, but he was trying his hardest to have it ingrained in his memory. Like a good barista would! There was no reason why he wanted to remember it for later! Not like he was going to google his customer- what?

“Alright, Megumi,” he grinned, “Here or to go?” He pressed a few buttons on the cash register and it made a ding, signaling it was ready for payment.

Megumi put his card down on the reader and thought for a moment, taking in the scenery of the small coffee shop, “To go.” Oh. Yuji really hoped he’d stay. With that, he made the simple order and handed it off. Not without doing a small doodle on the side of the white cup. It was just a little cat along with the words “Have a nice gay Megs!” Maybe it overstepped, and maybe it was weird, but he’d never know unless he did it.

~~~

Yuji wouldn’t consider himself weird, or perverted, or a stalker. So he found it strange he sat in front of his laptop after closing the shop, googling the name Megumi. First, it was a general search to see what the name even meant. His brows raised when he saw “Blessing; Grace” as the meaning behind it. Then he went on his least favorite social media site, Instagram. He hardly used it because everyone from his college still followed him. It would’ve been a pain to start a new account and even more of a headache to delete everyone he disliked. So instead, he opted to hardly use it. The last post he made was almost three years ago, showing off his graduation gown with some cheesy quote.

He clicked on the search bar with his thumb and typed out the name, waiting for the result to pop up. If they had any friends in common, which he doubted- I mean Toyko is a big area -he’d pop up. If not… he wasn’t sure if Megumi was even a common name to begin with, so maybe he could find the boy. The first result was a forty-year-old woman on a different side of the country than them, although she was pretty.

Kind of like Jenni- NO! Back on topic!

The next was an art account, featuring a lot of hyperrealism. But, no face attached. He continued to scroll past the many Megumi’s who weren’t his Megumi, although it was purely for a curious and platonic reason, but found nothing. He decided to move to Facebook. Yuji wasn’t sure why he was so hellbent on finding this guy. It wasn’t like he was ever going to see him again. He worked in a small coffee shop in the heart of a large shopping center; Tourists came in all the time, along with people from different areas of the country. There was a chance he’d never see this guy again. He could have just been a pretty face in a sea of people who he drew a funny face for.

Facebook was a dud, and with that, he closed his laptop in defeat. Maybe he really wouldn’t find this guy after all.

~~~

Yuji didn’t have high hopes for the next day. He never expected to see that face again, so he tried his hardest to burn it in his memory for as long as he could. Nobara must have seen him pouting, since she wasn’t as hard on him as she typically was. She gave him a silent yet supportive nudge on the shoulder and motioned to the door as it swung open. He sighed and rolled his shoulders, standing up to his true height. It was odd to have a customer this early, as soon as they opened. But he didn’t think much of it. Sometimes it would happen, someone being up at 7 AM and dying for a cup of coffee. It didn’t matter to him.

The boy walked up to the cash register and tapped a few buttons, looking up as he spoke, “Welcome, what can I get… for.. you…?” His voice trailed off when he saw Megumi staring back at him. His face was the same, stoic and cold, although his eyes were betraying his cool demeanor. They were wide, flickering from each of Yuji’s features until they landed back on his eyes.

There were so many things Yuji wanted to ask him, so many things that could come off as creepy and stalkerish. So many things he decided to lock in a vault and never utter. Instead, he smiled and cleared his throat, “Hi Megumi, welcome back!”

Megumi blinked a few times, “You… remember me?” One of his eyebrows quirked up in a bit of confusion. Although, his face didn’t really convey emotions, it was his eyes that showed he was shocked. It was his eyes that showed anxiety and confusion. Did he not expect to see Yuji when he worked every single day? Well, it wasn’t like he knew that.

“Well, yeah!” Yuji smiled, closing his eyes effortlessly, “I drew you a cat yesterday.”

“You… did,” he slowly nodded his head as he spoke, “Um. A black coffee please?”

“A guy who knows what he likes,” Why did I say that? “Coming up!” Stop talking! Now! Forever!

Yuji let the boy pay and began to make his drink, “For here or to go?” He already knew the answer. Megumi replied to go, as he did the day before. It made the barista a bit sad, he wasn’t sure why. Most customers didn’t have time to sit and sip coffee, so why would he be any different? It wasn’t like there was another reason he wanted him to stay. It wasn’t like he wanted to talk to him, pick his brain, make him smile.

He finished the drink and grabbed his marker, doodling a little flower and handing it off to him. The boy took the cup and glanced down at the cup, an irritated look crossing his features. He didn’t look at all pleased to see the drawing, but he said nothing to protest it. Without saying goodbye, he pushed the door open and left silently.

“Okay, what gives?” Nobara’s small head appeared in Yuji’s peripheral vision and made him turn his head, then drastically look down to see her frowning dramatically, “You totally have a crush on that guy.”

“I do not!” He instantly retorted, crossing his arms over his uniformed chest, “I was just surprised to see him back here again.”

“Uh huh, sure! Oh hiiii Megumi!” She mocked, grasping her hands together and pressing them into her cheek dit-zily, “Gee, you’re a short emo guy who knows what he likesss!”

He frowned, “Back off. I didn’t say it like th- Stop batting your eyelashes! I don’t do that!”

“You so did!” She laughed, moving her hand to point at him, “You’re into gay emos! He probably listens to MCR and wishes he could kiss Gerard Way!”

Yuji blinked a few times, “Gerard… Okay stop making up weird names, Gerard isn’t a real name,” he gave her a knowing look, “That’s just like onomatopoeia. Not real.”

Nobara went to insult him but he waved a hand in the air, “Listen, I’m all for gay L gay B, you know, but I’m not gay. I just think he’s pretty. A man can appreciate another man’s eyelashes without it being weird!”

“...You looked at his eyelashes?” She pressed her lips together, cheeks turning a bit pink as she held back some serious laughter, “No-no. Noticing how long a guy's eyelashes isn’t gay, Yuji. You’re so right.” A little giggle escaped.

“Thank you!” He smiled, totally misreading how that conversation went.

~~~

Megumi was still coming into the coffee shop, but he always looked so displeased when the barista would draw silly things on his cup. A look of uncomfortable annoyance always crossed his face whenever he’d pick it up and read the note. It was always along the lines of “Have a nice day Megs!” or “Good luck today!” Nothing ever personal or weird was written on there, nothing to make him uncomfortable. So, why did he look so constipated when he’d read it?

Yuji decided a week or so later that he’d not write anything on there, see what would happen. See if maybe instead of an uncomfortable look, he’d get a smile. It was useless to hope a man who looked like he hated fun and rainbows would ever smile for a barista he saw every day. Did I mention that? Yeah no, Megumi continued to come in every day when the shop opened, would get his cup, look like he wanted to die, then leave. Every day. Every day.

The day Megumi came in, the barista was opening by himself. He stood by the back wall behind the counter, wiping down the dry-erase board calendar to put on the new dates. A new month had passed and he got tasked with drawing on something new to signify it. February was hearts and June was rainbows. As it neared October, he thought a pumpkin would be fitting. It was shitty, as all his drawings were, but that’s what made it charming. That’s why this whole coffee shop was charming, it had a level of shittiness no corporation could give you.

He didn’t realize the raven-haired boy was standing behind him, patiently and quietly watching as he hummed to himself. It wasn’t even a good song, just something he had heard on the radio on his way to the shop. It was stuck in Yuji’s head and he decided to make the most of it. He caught himself humming louder, singing some words gently before turning on his heel and promptly freezing.

“Oh.” Was all he could muster out as Megumi just stared at him. There wasn’t a smile or an ounce of amusement on his features. He looked bored, with a weird look in his eye. Something he hadn’t seen before, and something he couldn’t dissect.

“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side. Okay, maybe he did find this amusing. And maybe he was good at hiding it.

“Sorry,” Yuji responded sheepishly, walking to the counter and pressing the buttons on the cash register, “Black coffee?”

He nodded, “Yes, thank you.”

Itadori didn’t want to make his embarrassment worsen by saying something stupid, so he opted to keep quiet as he made the drink. He already knew his customer's answer, so he chose the to-go cup. And instead of writing anything on it, he handed it with a polite smile. He wasn’t expecting Megumi to pick up the cup and turn it to its usual spot, for him to look suddenly so … hollow. Almost dejected.

His eyes searched the white for a few moments before he turned his head to the side to look at the barista who made it, “Um… you…”

Yuji looked back at him and raised an eyebrow, “Something wrong?”

“Are you …” he paused, “Okay?”

Now he was really puzzled, “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

Megumi’s face morphed into a small frown, “I’m fine, yes, but are you okay? You didn’t do the, um,” he looked down at the cup and motioned to Yuji with it. He looked almost… distressed? “The um, cup thing.”

The barista blinked once. Then again. Then several times. Oh. He had definitely misread his customer's facial expression. Was his irritated, kind of constipated look, really just how he was? It was hard for him to grasp that someone could make faces they didn’t mean, portraying a whole other emotion than what they felt. However, in that moment he figured Megumi was wearing his heart on his sleeve and showing his true emotions, unintentionally.

Yuji extended his hand, “I thought you didn’t like it. You always made, uh, like, a face when I did. So I stopped,” the other boy placed the cup in his hand and he pulled it back cheerfully. He found the marker and began to write, looking up, “I didn’t realize you actually liked it.”

His words were supposed to be cheerful, so he tried to imagine Megumi smiling at that. Instead, he looked away and frowned tightly. A light blush formed on the apples of his cheeks and spread to his nose, making him appear like an angel. A very pink angel.

“Not liked, but… used to,” he glanced back at Yuji, and when they made eye contact for a split second, he looked away, “I don’t think I make a face.”

“You’re making it right now,” he looked down at the cup and kept writing, trying to hide it from his customer.

The boy cleared his throat and adjusted his posture, taking one hand to cover his upper lip, “No, I’m not,” he grunted out, through apparent gritted teeth.

Yuji smiled, handing him the cup after a few minutes of scrawling, “It’s okay. I thought it was cu- funny.” A narrow save. A very narrow save. He pressed his lips together before making a small popping sound with them, “Have a good day.”

Megumi went to speak but he took the cup, looking over the mounds of writing. The side of his lip twitched as he brought his other hand down. And there he could’ve sworn he saw it. The hints of a smile.

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amazingdeadfish · 12 days

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if you do drawing reqs, can we get mayor in different clothing from different time periods... specifically the victorian era? i'd love to see your interpretation of what he would wear, since i liked the 1950's one a lot!

The funny thing about this question is the fact that the Victorian era is in fact, a long period of time (1820s-1900s). There's a lot of differences in fashion all across the globe during this time period.

But I'm about 82% sure that you must be talking about British Victorian era clothing. And adding into that, middle class fashion. The 'educated' class. The people who owned businesses and factories and the ones who could spend their leisure time doing whatever and wearing whatever. Because that's definitely what the Victorian era fashion was known for. The extravagant upper class clothes. Not the working class, or anything below that.

So, after a little bit of a google inspo search, I think you were expecting something like this:

Mayor in middle class, British, Victorian, masculine fashion. He probably wouldn't be too bold with their outfits in order to fit in. It was quite fun to draw this guy in a top hat and tail coat (even more fun than looking at all of the different types of Victorian neck wear haha). But, honestly, if we are going to be a little bit logical about this, he would not have arrived in England (if he's ever been there at all) all dapper and nice straight away.

In fact, I think it would be more likely that for a while, he would (even if just for a little bit) wear things similar to the working class of Britian. Coal soot and all.

Look at the silly man! Like a newspaper boy. Obviously he will rise up the ranks of the class hierarchy but like, come on, he probably had to shove coal into a train furnace at least a couple ten times. I hope these designs satisfy you, they're not much, but I hope it was what you were thinking of.

I would also like to bring up the fact that, again, there are a lot of different periods of time during the Victorian era! One notably, the American Wild West (1860s-1890s)!!! Hence, I of course have a cowboy Mayor design (rather plain like the others but I haven't put too much thought into it really, maybe I should):

And then there is the fact that before the Victorian era was the age of piracy. While technically for the west that period was decades before Queen Victoria came into power (1650s-1730s), the biggest flat fleet in China (and, I think also the world), was at its most powerful during the 1800s-1810s (literally a mere decade before the Victorian Era began)!!! That decade was under the leadership of Zheng Yi Sao, one of the most successful pirates in history. And of course, I do like to think the Mayor must have encountered her at some point. He might have been intrigued by the powerful woman she was.

So of course. Pirate Mayor:

Out of all time periods I do like to think that Mayor was at his most grumpy at this point (even worse than their Chief era). Life out at sea was not very glamorous. But hey! They're a pirate! That's so cool!

If any of you are still here reading my rambling, I also want to say that this question just reminded me of an old drawing I drew last year. I kind of cringe looking back on it but I'm still just a little happy that I actually drew the thing.

You can probably spot them, but the pirate and cowboy Mayor designs are there (right next to each other too)!!! Along with, some 1900s designs. A doodle I made about the Mayor through the ages :))).

Thanks for sending in the request! It was fun to answer :))).

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #oughhhh silly man through the ages #thank you for liking the 1950s Mayor post though :DDDD

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lizzietrashkittie · 2 months

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Having art block sucks.

Here's some things I do to help myself work through it while still being creative:

● Play with a different brush/program then your used to. Just start doodling with it. See how it feels, see how it might influence how you handle certain lines in your work. Don't focus on mastering it, just play with it.

● Play with Colors. Google "Color Palletes" pick one that catches your eye and challenge yourself to draw with it. You could also set your work space into B/W mode and challenge yourself that way! Which could be good for working on values. Ultimately though, just focus on using the colors given in a way that feels most right for em. You don't have to have a fully rendered piece at the end. Just the specific colors.

● Play Dress Up. This ones for my oc artist! Take a character of yours and just draw up a new outfit for em. Use a base for their body if you need to, do whatever. Maybe try drawing them in something they wouldn't normally wear, or challenge yourself to include more little details then normal. Just dress em up.

● Play with Symmetry. I tend to mix this one with the dress up because it's easier to draw a fully body and outfit when you're not focusing so hard on each side being perfect. If your program has a Symmetry tool, click it on and go to town. When it's too overwhelming to draw a full face/body..draw half!

● Try a different Medium. If you normally do digital, try traditional. Or buy some cheap paints and try that. Maybe dabble in animation or clay! Sometimes your brain gets tired of doing the same old same old. So do something different for a bit to give it a small recharge. Even if it's something you've never done before. Or something you're not as good at. Any act of creation is valuable in your journey. You learn regaurdless.

● Play with a Story. Get a friend, doodle a little creature, and then pass them the canvas and ask them to give the creature a gift. After that, expand. What if you have this creature a hat? Perhaps it's at a party and needs a friend. Maybe a jealous ex appears?? Go back and forth and keep doodling on more and more of the story. Have fun with it.

● Remember, It's okay to be imperfect. Alot of artist will hammer it into you that you shouldn't have any mistakes in your work. And often times this leads to unsatisfaction, which contributes to art block. It's important to sometimes just create for the sake of creation. Let yourself doodle imperfect shapes. Let a few eyes look kinda wonky. Allow yourself and your art to not be perfect. You don't have to focus on every little detail all of the time. Breath. And just let the lines happen.

Lastly, remember that struggling with this doesn't make you less of an artist. And there will be times where the best option for you IS to step away and take a break from art all together. Again, your brain gets tired. That's not a fault in you and it doesn't make you less of an artist. Treating yourself and your creative journey with compassion is important. You're a person. And that's okay.

#art #artists on tumblr #digital artist #small artist #original art #art advice #advice

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florallylly · 8 days

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side a: eddie munson

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side b side b: steve harrington

explanation post

just going to go straight to my very very stream of consciousness commentary about each song but i want to clarify that i'm an eddie munson is dirty and gross truther and also i hate that rat man (endearing). so yes it might play into some of my thoughts

some songs are kind of vibe-y and you can tell when my explanations start getting contrived and bad but bear with me. i DO have some specific keystone songs idc KEYSTONE i love the word ok anyway

“I” Black Sabbath; eddie munson you are a LOSER with OPINIONS we get it. like yes you are so persecuted by everyone sure you’re going to prove us all wrong

“Heaven and Hell” Black Sabbath; tbh added to match with heaven/hell in the other playlist, but somehow it’s kind of giving munson doctrine to me. literally googled and supposedly it’s about like band kids (??) but i think just like “the world is full of kings and queens/who blind your eyes and steal your dreams” i can literally hear eddie munson quoting it

“Fade to Black” Metallica; UGH why are there so many long periods of silence at the beginning and end of these songs. but just adding to the eddie munson i’m so outcast bad boy drug dealer thing and like. had to have metallica

“I Don’t Wanna Be Me” Type O Negative; idk if anyone can tell that i think eddie is a big dramatic loser who thinks he’s the main character (endearing?) like I AM RIGHT…

“skins” The Haunting; okay this song is saur…. like normal people scare me i’m such a freak coded

“Nosferatu” Blue Oyster Cult; a nod to Eddie Munson being a BIG LOSER NERD. ugh whatever honestly parallels a lot of kas theory fic imo, like innocent maiden steve offering his blood to vampire eddie … why have i read it several times over. in my head, this is like. eddie munson having a dirty dirty loser fantasy about king steve

“Teenage Dirtbag” Wheatus; need I say more……….

“The Sun Always Shines on T.V.” a-ha; yeah… YEAH. it’s a steve song on here. i like tried to do this thing where on each playlist there are keystone songs and this is one of them. like, the song that’s in the other’s genre is the moment they fall in love even if they don’t realize it yet. but re: the song like it’s so eddie having this realization that when he was picturing king steve, he only saw him through snapshots and now that he’s live and an actual tangible human it’s different. like LIKE

“18” Anarbor; tbh i am trying so hard to add some of these songs bc they are so quintessential to me and my connection of music to fandom, BUT IDK…. ITS HARD…. but yeah it’s very steve harrington would never really want to be with me, i’m such a bad boy. okay….

“Poison” Alice Cooper; eddie munson ur horny . eddie munson we’re sworn enemies like ur a jock and i’m a nerd and like could i light my cigarette with ur cock please please

“Falling In Love” Scorpions; “falling in love, it happens to me every day” okay eddie munson i did NOT see u doodling hearts around steve’s name in the fourth grade

“Around the Fur” Deftones; i do not know why but for some reason feeling like steve still hanging around his old crowd, and eddie getting all weird about it. IDK !! does it not just feel so eddie munson

“Closet” Fleshwater; an interlude-y song here kind of an angsty moment for eddie

“I Was Made For Loving You” KISS; SECOND KEYSTONE SONG…. this song signals the first time they sleep together. i am so sorry eddie munson but this music actually DOES give me migraines but i tried very hard

“Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)” Deftones; eddie’s dreams about leaving hawkins and becoming famous. just in general his wishes to be somewhere he’s wanted and where he belongs. idk i feel like it’s eddie talking about all of these grand plans for his future and turning to steve and being like “and what about you?” and steve doesn’t have an answer.

“Covet” Basement; “you are everything/my most demanding dream” like like like eddie munson loving and hating that he’s in love with steve harrington who is hawkins to the bone and seems determined to die there.

“Ghosts” Scarlet House; in my head this is eddie munson angsting after seeing steve hanging around nancy wheeler or robin buckley depending on when exactly we’re setting this. but it’s very woe is me i’m lost without you. idk it could literally even just be they fought and steve is at the grocery store chilling and eddie munson is literally frothing at the mouth sobbing in his van

“Saturnine Saturnalia” VV; “there is no end to the hurting/i love you” saturnalia was a roman festival where they indulged in mischief and partying and whatnot. feeling like at this point, even if it’s fake, even if it ends up hurting me, i’ll take whatever i can get kind of feeling. maybe it’s like realizing he won’t be free of hawkins unless he lets go of steve or thinking that he’s just a stop on the way to a white picket fence. and i think that maybe this is the moment when eddie begins to realize how deeply he feels for steve.

“Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want” Deftones; PLEASE LET THE MAN GET WHAT HE WANTS !!! FOR ONCE !!! he is out here every single day dealing drugs PLEASE give him a sexy passenger princess to come with him on deals

“Black Butterflies and Deja Vu” The Maine; ik it’s a jump scare but KEYSTONE SONG…. the moment when they admit they’ve fallen in love. this is their aha moment. their AHA! moment not a-ha… but yeah…. eddie munson finally being like wait i’m in love with steve harrington and idk for how long but i’m in trouble

the future holds IDK ... just this part took me this long so PLEASE spare me i literally wrote this out on my notes app

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #FORGET THE FORMATTING #i'm not aesthetically inclined like #i literally suck okay i have three different colors of metal in my bedroom #but anyways i feel like u can tell how much i think eddie is a pathetic little loser #like he's just a GUY u guys he's just a pathetic GUY #and yeah he gets pretty intense about steve real quick in my head #but he's so busy doubting everything and generally being a nuisance to himself that he barely even notices #it kind of just becomes him without him realizing #if there are typos or whatnot no there aren't

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introvert-celeste · 2 months

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Oh man, I was going through my Google Drive and I found some old SU fan art I made on the tablet I had in high school. I've probably shared it here before but it's been so long I might as well share it again. These are pretty much my first and only attempts at digital art.

Probably my favorite, made a few days before Sworn to the Sword premiered. I was so excited lol. I realize the shading makes absolutely no sense, but it is what it is.

Okay, this is cringe but I actually liked Ronaldo a decent amount of time. The paper background was from a promo one of the people who work on the show posted for this episode.

A couple of Gregrose! Probably inspired by We need To Talk. I think this really showcases how inconsistent my art style was/is.

And here's another example of my art style being inconsistent, albeit this is just a sketchy doodle. These were all made during the summer of 2015, by the way, so there's very little time between each piece.

And finally, here's a gem design I made for one of my favorite stones, Celestite! I don't remember anything about her backstory--clearly I had something in mind--but I still kinda like her design.

#steven universe #my art #connie mahaswaren #ronaldo fryman #rose quartz #greg universe #gregrose #I'm positive i made more promo artwork but the two here are the only ones i saved

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 28

Summary: Cozette Selene Everett is welcomed to the world

Pairings: Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, breeding kink (?), labor, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.1K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“And when you get here I am going to hold you all the time. You’ve got those pretty lips like your mama, but where did those cheeks come from? And…and Doodle, well, he’s going to follow you around. He already follows your mom around so much more since you’ve been swimming in there. And…and your Nini can’t stop crying whenever she talks about you, and Poppy said he’s going to hold you and all his grand babies, and…and…Cozy! Cozy baby,” Hayden presses his mouth more on your stomach. Talking on it like a child would talk through a closed window.

“Cozy baby, are you awake? Kick my face!” Blowing raspberries on your stomach you start giggling. Running your fingers through his hair, you wonder how you ever got to be so lucky to be married to this handsome dork. “Doll, make my baby kick me. Ah! Look! There her is. That’s my baby,” his pretty eyes pout up at you. “I want her to hurry up. You’re past the due date. It’s…oh! My! God! Doll face, do you know what tomorrow is? Like in two hours, tomorrow?”

“What day is it tomorrow, Haydes?”

“The Fourth of July. Cozy! You come out of there right now. I want an all American baby! Wait. Google how to put you into labor. Hold please, my beautiful baby Doll,” giving your belly a hard smooching kiss he sits up, looking through his phone.

His smile gets real big, and then he lowers his gaze at you, “No.”

“Doll, it says it. It says it right here that coming on the big fat cock of Hayden Everett is what makes you go into labor.”

“No, it does not!”

“Okay,” he rolls his eyes, lifting you from your sitting position, “It doesn’t say that, but it does say that sex works. So, get on your knees, I’ll put a pillow under you, and let me fuck you into labor. Come on. Let’s go, get into position.”

You shake your head laughing uncontrollably, and hold your belly with both hands, “Why would you want to have sex with this?”

“Why would I…what? Doll, you take that back right now! That belly is housing our fishie!”

“Why are you calling her a fish?”

“Fine, our mermaid is swimming in that tank. No! Our crabby patty! She is going to be a cancer crab. Now, I love you. You. Not your body, but you. And if I have to sacrifice a bit of jizz to help our daughter come out of there, I’ll do what I have to do. Plus, I really think you’ll enjoy it. So if you could please just let me take you on a bumpy ride, and have some fun, that would be great. I want you, and I want our daughter out of there, so this is a win win situation in my book.”

You hold out your hands, “I’m not riding you.”

“I was going to hit it from behind. It said to give it to you nice and hard. Is this even remotely turning you on?” Hayden slides a pillow under your belly, and starts pulling down your panties, cocking up his eyebrow, “Doll Everett, you slut!”

“What?” You start giggling, but that changes as he runs his hand through your slit. “Did that answer your question, daddy?”

“You gonna keep calling me that?”

“Mhmm, whatever you want.”

“Fuck, you like that, huh? Got you rocking back into my hand. You want daddy to fuck you? Instead of fucking a baby in you, I gotta fuck a baby out of you,” whimpering his name, he positions himself behind you. Letting his tip slide up and down your entrance. “Got your lips all swollen.”

“Haydes, just put it in, babe. Fuck me so hard I have a baby.”

“There we go,” grabbing both of your hips, he thrusts forward, burying himself completely in your warmth. Never hesitating to piston into you with a fervent need. Moaning right along with your own labored breaths. “This never gets old.”

“Never! Haydes!”

“I gotta make this count. You’ll be out of commission for a while,” he juts his hips into you harshly and you start to see stars. Why did it always happen so fast since pregnancy? “Yeah, just like that. Gripping me so fucking tight. So fucking tight. Got you leaking all these pretty juices on me.”

“What? Hayden, I haven’t even came yet,” he just keeps fucking into you, and with his ministrations, you feel an orgasm building up. “Right there. Right…” an odd overwhelming pleasure mixed with the feelings of Braxton hicks contractions conflicts your body. “Hayden.”

You try to get his attention, realizing what your excess wetness was from. “Can you turn back and look at me? I always like to see what you look like when you look at me.”

“Don’t cum in me.”

“You’re already pregnant.”

“No, no…ehh…that’s not…that’s not…Hayden, jerk off on my back!”

“What the…?” He pulls completely out of you, panting when you turn back and stare at him. “Oh come on! I thought we were getting a marathon. Cozy is this your way of sabotaging your dad,” you grimace, laying your head down on the bed. “Oh! I’ve always heard this was a pretty natural position to have a baby. You want me to check your…?”

“No!” You hide your face in your hands while a contraction tightens your stomach. “Hayden, is she coming out?”

“You literally just started contractions. Why would she?” You give him a growl, demanding he cum. “So I can’t cum inside you?”

“Sure, explain to the doctor why your baby juice is in my twat while I’m pushing our daughter out.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds dirty.”

“Hayden!” Your fists tighten on the sheets, and you let out a guttural moan.

“Oh, shit! Uh…Curtis! Wait. Damn, got you face down, ass up. Ah! Curtis, don’t you come in here, but uh…damn, my dick is hard. Baby, you stay there, and uh…do you need your panties back on? I mean…”

“Haydes! Get me up! I swear I feel her coming!”

“So she gets to come, but…I’m not making that joke.”

“Hayden!” Your knuckles were burning, blinding pain shoots through you. “It isn’t supposed to be this fast!”

“Doll! Hayden! Is this some really freaky sex that I don’t want to know about?” Of course you were going to have a dramatic labor. “Hayden, that doesn’t sound good, bub. Put your dick up!”

“I’m trying. Baby, stay there.”

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go? My pussy is hanging out,” you start crying at the absurdity and the pain.”

“This is going to be fun getting you out of that position.”

“Your dick gets us into so much trouble,” your tears blind you as another contraction races through your body, “They’re too close. I don’t want to give birth to my daughter here. I want to be with my doctor.”

Hayden finally gets himself dressed, unlocking the door before realizing you were still stuck into a compromising position. “Don’t come in here! My pussy is wide and spread, and your niece is pushing her way out.”

“What!?”

“She’s exaggerating,” he leans back behind you, just to check, “Yep, exaggerating. Just checked. Doll face, uh…roll over? Fall over? Just tell me what I need to do to get you off your knees, and we’re going to the hospital.”

“I’m not having her in the car?” He shakes his head no, trying to assist you as much as possible as you try and get to where you can stand up. “Your dick did this.”

“Yeah, but my dick also put our Cozy baby in your belly, so he’s a good boy.”

“Ehh,” you start crying harder, your body shaking, and Doodle scratches at the door, “Haydes, it hurts.”

“I know, Curtis, come in,” the second the door was open, Doodle races to your side, pushing his nose against your stomach, looking up at you confused, “Buddy, I’m calling the grandparents to get you. Mama's gotta get to the hospital. Doll, you need panties on.”

“No! She’s coming. She’s going to be coming in the car. I hate your dick.”

“That hurts.”

“Haydes!” “Hayden!”

“Okay, let’s go. Let’s get in the car. Curtis the second we get in, call mom and dad to get Doodle. He’s going to be pacing around and anxious about Doll screaming,” they hold your hands as they guide you to the car. “Suitcase is in the car. Water’s already broken.”

“You were fucking me too hard!”

“I can’t with you two.”

“You were the one that was soaking wet.”

“You were the one that thought I had squirted.”

“You two wanna do this alone?”

It was fast. You barely made it to the hospital before Cozy was ready to make her grand debut. No time for medicine. Your body was already pushing as Curtis pulled into the hospital. The pain was immense, but everything disappeared when they laid that beautiful baby on your chest. Her eyes stare up at you, and a flow of never ending tears fall down your face.

You did it. There she was, moving her fingers, and blinking at you. A pitiful little cry, but she was here. Perfectly beautiful in every way. “Oh, my darling,” you wished these pesky tears would go away, so you could see your baby properly. “Hayden, I’m a mama.”

“I know, Doll face,” he presses his lips against your temple, holding it there as he stares at his daughter.

“I love your dick.”

Everyone in the room, including Hayden, starts laughing, “I know you do, baby. Oh…she’s…can I hold her?”

“How about you cut the cord first,” the doctor answers soothingly.

“It’s too soon to cut the cord. We just got her.”

“No, the actual umbilical cord. You two are a mess,” a nurse picks your baby up, and you tap Hayden to follow. It felt like a deep emptiness inside of you. You wanted her back, she was all you ever wanted. And the further she got away from you the louder she cries.

“Oh! Her wants her mama. Doll, I think we got a mama’s…ah! Why is my baby crying so much? She’s loud. Put her back! Give her back.”

“Dad, I need you to calm down. Let’s get this girl ready to give her back to her mama.”

“Please, I don’t like my baby crying like that. Cozy baby,” your baby wails, her little mouth trembling, and it hurts.

“Mama, she’s okay, though. She’s a healthy baby,” the nurse assures you. A new round of tears pours out of your face. She was healthy, and she wanted you. You squeak out how you just wanted to hold your baby. “Give me just a second.”

“We brought you some food,” Tara says, looking at her proud son. Hayden hadn’t stopped staring at you, and you couldn’t get enough of Cozy. You hold her fingers out, counting each and every single one of them. Rub over her soft skin. Smelling her because she was yours. “How has Hayden been with her?” Hayden turns to glare at his mother, and Howard snorts. “What?”

“I hold her, she cries. I give her to Doll, she immediately stops. Curtis holds her, she cries. She hears her mama’s voice, she cries harder. Give her back, and it’s instant. The baby only likes her mama. I talked to her the whole time, and she doesn’t recognize me.”

“Yeah she does,” you giggle. Your little girl had opened her eyes, and was staring at her dad. “Look at her. She hears you. You wanna try again?”

“Is she going to hurt my feelings?”

“Son, you wanna talk about it? Wanna talk about how your daughter bullies you?” Howard was trying not to laugh too hard, it was the exact same way Hayden was when he was born. Karma.

“It’s not funny. Let me try,” he gets closer, and Cozy inhales quickly, looking up at you. “My baby hates me. I still love you, Cozy baby.”

“Why Cozy?” Tara stares at you wishfully. Giving you the biggest smile.

“Because that’s how Hayden makes me feel,” you grab at his hand, and press it against your cheek. “He’s always made me feel so comfortable and cozy, and now we have our own Cozy girl.”

It was hard to look away from your daughter. It was hard to even believe that you were a mother. You held her in your arms, and it still didn’t seem real. She really squeaked, and blinked, and even nursed, but it didn’t feel real. Your life didn’t seem real. Hayden was perfect and darling in every way. You had a mother and father that believed in you so much. Two brothers now, three including Andy.

“Honey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Tara says softly, while you cry again.

“She does that. Baby, she’s real. You really did that.”

The tears blinded you, but you look up at Hayden, “We did this, and look at her. Are the tears ever stopping, Tara?”

“Oh, honey, you’re just happy and overwhelmed. Eventually they do. And then you’ll find something else to cry about.”

“She’s just so perfect, and she’s here,” you pick her up to you, giving her the sweetest kiss, and you swear she smiles a bit. “Haydes, I’m sorry that her doesn’t want to leave my side.”

“Yeah, well, eventually she’ll want to snuggle on her dad,” when the door squeaks open, Amaris peeks in, and giggles. Wandering over to your side, staring at the baby, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”

“And he brought our niece. Cozy this is your cousin, Amaris.”

“Alright, give me the baby,” Andy walks over to your side, holding his hands out.

“Eh, she’s a bit of a mama’s girl,” Hayden freezes as you hand Cozy over to Andy, and he walks over to the couch followed by his daughter, and Hayden’s mouth falls open. “I don’t like this.”

“Aw, babe, she is just like you. Even loves the Andy Barber,” it felt like you hadn’t slept in days. Your eyes roll back in your head, and you sink down further in the mattress. Getting a soft kiss from your husband, and your baby girl yawns. “Hayden, watch Cozy. I need to sleep.”

“It’s official, Andy Barber is the babysitter”

“Get her,” Steve leans back from holding Cozy. “Tulip, get her and give her back. Ow! Why is she so loud? Doll, she’s noisy.”

“No she’s not,” you reach your arms out for your baby, and she stutters her tears. “I know, sweet girl,” Doodle leaves Curtis’ lap to come investigate his little human. His wet nose presses on your hand, but never on her, “Her is just fine, buddy. Who’s my good boy? Uncle Steeb is mean to you, isn’t he?”

“Seriously? You did this on purpose. You made her hate me.”

“No, she just loves me,” you look your brother giving him a toothy grin. “Her is precious and her is mine,” just to emphasize your words, Cozy snuggles in closer to you. Yawning and scrunches her face up, “I thought I loved Sailor. Thought I loved Amaris, but…damn…I can’t stop staring. I always wanted this, you know?”

Steve sits beside Tulip, while Hayden snuggles up on the couch with you, “I never…never thought this was going to happen for me. Thought I was cursed, ya know? Thought that I was never going to get this. And Hayden gave it all to me,” more tears. They just never stopped.

“I didn’t give this to you. You put in the work, and we met just when we were supposed to. If it was earlier, we never would have worked out. If it was later, well, you might have given someone another chance. I don’t care that Cozy prefers you over me. I care that she is ours. Even if the only time I hold her is when she’s asleep and you sneak her in my arms. But after our meeting, we did this.”

Steve had known for a long time how much Hayden was meant for you, but seeing how that man was still beaming when he looked at you. Was still so tender whenever he talked to you. He never made you feel guilty for your past, or made you feel you weren’t worthy of love. Hayden worshiped you, adored you, and you him. A completely equal relationship, and he made you smile. He had this unwavering ability to bring out the prettiest smiles on your face.

“Doll, I don’t tell you enough.”

“Don’t. Just stop. Don’t say another word.”

“I’m proud of you,” tears. Tears and more tears. They never stopped. “You deserved this life. With your beautiful home, stupidly perfect husband, adorable little baby, and a Doodle.”

“DooDoo,” Sailor claps her hands, trying to get out of her mom’s arms. “Baby! Mememe baby!”

“Yeah,” you squeak out. More tears. “I’m so happy. It’s just,” you look down at that sleeping bundle, and then over to your husband, “It’s like watching a piece of your heart, and she’s just there, and real, and good, and perfect, and pure, and she doesn’t know pain or hurt.”

“Until her dad tries to hold her,” you lean over on Hayden, but remain staring at her. It was never getting old. Every time you looked at her you noticed something different. A mole on her neck that looked like her dad’s. The color of her hair that looked like yours. The way she adored Andy Barber, for no apparent reason, like her dad.

“Haydes?” He looks up at you with the sweetest and softest smile. There was never once that you regretted being with Hayden. You weren’t sure you believed in love at first sight, but the crush you had on Hayden was pretty instantaneous. You knew after that first date that you wanted to be with him, and you knew before ever having sex with him that he was the one.

“I love us.”

“I love us, too, Doll, and my Cozy baby. Now, can I hold her while she’s sleeping? She hates me if you’re around. Even if you are around.”

“No, she just loves my boobies like you.”

“Yep. Say, Tulip, time to go. Hayden and Doll are talking about boobies.”

“You should hear how she went into labor,” Hayden chuckles as you put your daughter in his arms.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure Steve wants to hear about that. Doodle, come keep me warm,” Curtis pats on his chest, and looks at his phone. “Quick nap. Then, I gotta go.”

“Oh my god! We have to come up with a better story than that. I am never telling that story to anyone. Water broke, fast labor, then a baby. Okay. I need a nap. Sailor, you staying us?”

“Nope. Baby cy. Bye!”

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#keys in your ignition #hayden everett x reader #hayden everett x fem!reader #hayden everett x y/n #hayden everett x you #hayden everett #harvard hottie #harvard hottie x reader #harvard hottie x fem!reader #harvard hottie x y/n #harvard hottie x you #cozy everett #fluff #chris evans #chris evans character

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pommigranite · 10 months

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*plops a plate of cookies down on the table, slides you a beverage, and sits in the chair backwards*

Ocs. Who ya got?

gasp my hypnotism worked-

*takes cookies* substantial compensation acquired

okay so here we go I’ve got like two that I want to talk about- my babies if you will

natrix and joli are my precious babies and I have decided that everything will be okay and good for them… eventually

if you wanna ask specific questions you can, I’ve fleshed out Joli way more than natrix though, so lemme put some stuff under the cut that I just copy and pasted from my notes lol

THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT MY BOYS AND FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ANY SPECIFIC QUESTIONS ABOUT THEM TOO (give me an excuse to talk about my creations lol)

Joli

Joli is a spiny turtle mutant

Created and brainwashed by the Kraang but saved by the resistance (remember that Kraang labor camp from the movie?? Yeah…)

The turtles personally helped him recover

Formed bonds with Raph first, then Mikey, then Donnie, then Casey (notice Leonardo is last)

Joli and Leonardo butt heads a lot, especially once Joli’s old personality comes back. He’s quick to criticize and correct Leonardo, which leads to a couple of people doubting Leonardo’s leadership, especially after Raph is gone

They have a bit of an emotional moment after Leonardo saves Joli’s life during a mission gone wrong

Enemies to friends to lovers

Joli dies during that final mission (the one in the first four mins of the movie)

The only reason Mikey died was because his powers had to be strong enough to send Leo and Casey back to the past, as well as place Joli in the past timeline- one in which he didn’t exist before

So now Leonardo and Casey meet Joli in the “past”, Joli’s still Leonardo’s age when they meet, but he remembers nothing about the other timeline, meanwhile Leonardo remembers everything about his husband and Casey remembers everything about his adopted second father

Basically Leonardo has to help Joli remember/ basically fall in love with him again, all while trying not to freak him out about… the whole situation

Some little fun facts include that Joli’s favorite color is indigo and he loves spicy food

another little fun fact is that Joli went through a big redesign, if you look for him in my class doodles you’ll see he was actually a yellow bellied slider before but I saw that spiny turtle on google and was like “I want that one” lol

Now as far as Natrix goes I don’t have as much about him but I do know he works at a bakery in the Hidden City and they have a partner who’s an axolotl yokai named Eros - Natrix is very much just my “here for a good time” child that I might hit with some angst or story with somewhere down the line lol

#pommanswers #pommocs #natrix oc #joli oc #I think I tagged this right lol #rottmnt oc #THANK YOU FOR THE COOKIES TIARA MWAH MWAH

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dazzelmethat · 20 days

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Me: -folds my hands in front of me all seriously- I think I'm ready .. to return to the world of lit rp.

I'll likely go back to RPrepository but before I do that I wanted to send out an ad to mutuals;

If you're 20+ years old and interested in lit rp with me send me a private message. I mostly rp ocs but I don't mind if my rp partner writes with ocs or preexisting characters.

More information for requirements below the cut:

About me: I'm 29, you can call me Daz (she/they) and live in the a Central Time zone.

Length requirement: at least one paragraph (5 sentences) per post. Most of my own posts will be around 4ish paragraphs.

Posting requirement: At least once a week. I can either post once every three days or a few times a day depending on my energy and mood.

Writing preferences: I write my posts in third person Ask me as a dm to send a writing sample if you need one. Any triggers can be discussed over pms once we have set up how to communicate.

Communication: I have rped over both Google docs and discord. We will have to set up a chat over discord either way to plot and chat.

Setting preference: I prefer fantasy or historical as a setting because I find researching history for rps fun. I can be convinced to do rps in modern or future settings.

Rating preference: I'm still a bit shy when getting to know new friends so the rps will be SFW. Any sexual scene would fade to black. Once we are good friends we can talk about NSFW stuff if you'd like.

Character preference: All of my own characters will be preexisting. I very rarely create ocs just for an rp. But I don't mind if your oc is new or old. If your own ocs live in a world you worldbuilt I might eventually create ocs for it or make aus for my preexisting ones. All of my ocs are humans/humanoid.

OcXCannon?: As stated above I am more interested in roleplaying my own ocs. I do not mind if my rp partner decides to roleplay a cannon character they are fixating on.

Plot preference: I'm more interested in meeting other creator's ocs first. Seeing who gets along with or hates my own characters. Once we find out who gets along or conflicts with who it'd be easier to come up with more intricate plots. It is easiest for me to write in a romance, horror, buddy comedy genre. Though I can try to write other genres I would probably lean back onto those three.

Bonus for artist rpers: I'm autistic so speaking through drawings is an easy way to get to bond with me quickly. Sending doodles back and forth gets me immersed in the world. Drawing isn't a requirement however, I just thought I'd mention.

Send me a message on tumblr so we can exchange discords if you're interested!

#my posts that I made #my ocs #i have grown more comfortable talking online than I was 6 years ago..#doing rps is a good way to make friends. Anyone I get comfortable rping with is a friend to me : )#I'm not going to tag as anything yet if no mutuals contact me I might make another post implementing rp partner finder tags #it's funny writing another one of these after years.. i've gotten better at articulating what I want in an rp

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aron-q · 1 month

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Do you have any headcanons? Just, random ones that you would like to share right now?

Ok ok ok- so first of all, anybody notice the cast on lemmys foot in the Easter picture?

That's because his foot is naturally bent weirdly, so he wears a kinda cast to help him walk easier, he just doesn't need it when he's on his circus ball cus the curve of the ball lines up with the curve of his foot which makes it easy to walk with, the reason his foot is bent is due to his premature birth, Lemmy and Iggy are twins but Lemmy had to be Surgically removed from their shared egg early due to complications and he couldn't be put back because it would have been a risk to his twin, Iggy, which is also why Lemmy is shorter and not as similar to Iggy as he would have been if he hatched at the correct time WITH Iggy.

Second of all, just random fact about Iggy, he has no dietary preferences, he would eat just about anything whether it's food or not, he doesn't unwrap his candy, he eats bananas with the peels on, and along with Jr, they both randomly bite people for no reason.

Third of all, this one is unrelated to the koopalings or any major characters on the blog, but in this universe, paratroopas do not naturally have ears, and therefore they are all completely deaf and primarily communicate through sign language and dance, this was also shown in the Easter doodle I did with the two paratroopas in the corner.

(I don't know sign language btw so if I ever show it in the future, be aware that it may be wrong cus I just kinda googled it for this) The left one is just asking how many Easter eggs the right ones collected so far and the right one is saying 4, or in this case they're saying 3 because I only draw my characters with 4 fingers and their thumb is down so... ... You get the jist of it.

Fourth of all, ages have changed for the main cast aka the koopalings! Lemmy is a few weeks older than iggy, (y'know, with the premature hatching)

𝐿𝑢𝑑𝑤𝑖𝑔: 18

ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ݊ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ᨮׁׅ֮: 17

ꙆᘜᘜƳ: 17

яσу: 15 1/2

ᥕᥱᥒძᥡ: 15

ოօɾԵօղ: 14

Larry: 12 1/2

And here are the broodals updated ages too!

కᩏꫀ᭙ꪖꪹᡶ: 21

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒐: 19

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒕: 17 1/2

Ｔｏｐｐｅｒ: 14 going on 15

That's right, toppers the baby sibling now

Fifth of all, GOD does Larry like trains!! Big trains, small trains, toy trains, real trains, toy trains that look real, real trains that look fake, red trains, blue trains, grey trains, brown trains, cargo trains, passenger trains, old fashioned trains, bullet trains, ALL THE TRAINS, he knows SO many unnecessary facts about them and he knows exactly how nearly EVERY model of train which ever existed in this universe works!!! All the inner mechanisms, all the different outer design features, he also knows all the models by name, and he has SO MANY model trains in his room, all of which are extremely detailed. (This idea is entirely based off of the fact that his paper Mario color splash battle was set on a moving train. Ps: Op has not actually played paper Mario colorsplash)

Sixth of all, dark land is VERY thoroughly covered in ash, soot, burning embers etc due to the raging lava rivers and active volcanic geysers in certain parts of darkland, so majority of any fabrics or materials used for clothing and buildings are nearly IMPOSSIBLE to set aflame, and majority of the people/species which live there have thick burn resistant skin and very strong lungs which are great at filtering the ash and stuff out in order to use the oxygen which the ash and soot is mixed with.

Seventh of all (yes I know this is getting long) none the species which natively inhabit this universe are human, the only humans here are the Mario Brothers which immigrated from the "real world" (I.e our world) which means, speaking outside of darkland, princess toadstool and princess daisy? Nonhuman, any other possible residents of this universe which would appear human in the canon Mario universe? Nonhuman as well, the princesses resemble the people they rule over a bit more than they do in the original Mario canon, you will see this when I post a picture of the meeting which Ludwig and Bowser went to during Easter at peaches castle soon.

That's all I can remember for now, lotta them were general universe "head canons" rather than koopaling head canons, but hey, who cares???

#nintendo #koopalings #the broodals #AWUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUVZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-#also @splatoondetective it might take a lil while to answer your ask cus i wanna have doodles to go along with the answers. so sorry!

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inwintersolitude · 9 months

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- September 7th 2023 -

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? Yep.

What was on the last sandwich you had? Cucumber slices, and I made a spread with a mixture of cream cheese, a tiny bit of kewpie mayo, fresh dill, and fresh chives.

What does the soap you use smell like? All the hand soaps in the house are super gentle fragrance-free kinds because I'm prone to getting eczema on my hands if I use harsher scented soaps.

Do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? It depends on the shape and size of the gift.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color? Yes, he has blue eyes.

Does anyone you know have their hair bleached? I can't think of anyone.

When you're on the phone, do you doodle? No.

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank? Not that I can think of right now. I know someone with that as a surname, though - he's one of my husband's copilots and also a friend of my dad.

Do you own a trenchcoat? Nope.

Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? Probably my old Thinkpad gaming laptop.

Have you ever written with a pen that had pink ink? I'm sure I have at some point.

Do you remember the last thing you took a picture of? I just checked my camera roll, apparently it was a photo of the Greek salad I made last night haha.

From where you're sitting, can you turn the lights off? Yes, because they're smart lights and all I'd have to do is tell Google/Siri to turn them off, or turn them off using my phone.

When was the last time you accidentally slept in? Yesterday. I didn't have any plans or anything, I just slept way later than I thought I would.

Tell me the last thing you searched on the internet? Ralph Lauren handbags.

The last argument you had, who started it? I don't even know who I last argued with.

Do you wear a ring on your left hand middle finger? No.

Are you currently in a smoking environment? No. No smoking allowed in my house!

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud? No.

If a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? Usually. Unless it's obvious they're being a creep, but that pretty much never happens.

Tell me the current time? 6:27 p.m.

Are you currently listening to music through earphones? No, I don't use headphones, earbuds, etc. because of my hearing disorder.

What color shirt are you wearing? Is it your favorite color? Black. It's one of my favorite colors to wear, but not my favorite color in general.

Do you own a pair of rubber boots? No, but I'm thinking of getting a pair for our trip to Ireland in a few weeks.

Have you ever owned a tire swing? No.

Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? No. I have parrots, but they don't mimic human speech.

What make-up are you wearing currently, if any? None.

Name one thing you are glad you accomplished today? I haven't accomplished much of anything today hahahaha. I'm having a lazy Thursday at home.

Name one thing you wished you accomplished today but didn't? Eh, I don't know. I don't need to accomplish things every single day.

Have you ever been afraid to call someone, even if you knew them well? Yes, I felt that way the first time I called my Granny after my Granddad passed away, because there was absolutely nothing I could say to her that would have helped her feel better, or me feel better. I knew that it would be one of the saddest phone conversations I've ever had (and it was).

Do you ever not speak to someone because you're afraid you'll annoy them? No.

Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? I don't really have a circle of friends. Nearly everyone I socialize with is family.

Have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? Probably? I can't think of anyone off the top of my head, though.

Is there anyone you know who wears their hair in pigtails regularly? No lol.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile? Sure.

Do you have a nervous twitch? No.

Have you ever taken care of a drunk friend? Nope, I've never had to.

How about a hungover friend? Nope. Again, never had to.

Does the idea of snowpeaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing? Of course.

Pick any number that has personal significance to you? 6.

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? Nope. I always travel with just a carry-on. I haven't checked luggage since my honeymoon in 2012 lol - I even went to England for like 9 days with just a carry-on bag! However, I'll be checking a bag when we go to Ireland. I plan on putting my AirTag inside, juuuust in case.

What's your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? If it's only for sport, like trophy hunting, I think that's horrible. But I'm fine with people hunting for food.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? No. Magnum at Cedar Point did give me a horrible headache, though.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? I'm not sure. Maybe?

The last person who texted you, have you ever fought with them? No.

How many windows are open on your computer right now? Just one.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? It's fairly fast, around 300 mbps.

Have you ever gone in a sauna? No.

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? Blue.

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year? Yes, my birthday is only 6 days after New Years.

Is there anything you're saving up for? Not anymore, we've already surpassed our savings goals for a house and the trip to Ireland. Well actually we are still saving/investing for retirement, that's what the majority of our money goes towards now.

Has anyone ever been prejudiced towards you? Yes, because of my gender.

Are you taller than most of your friends? No.

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? Yes, one of my husband's aunts has an inexcusably loud laugh, the kind of explosive noise that makes your ears hurt. It's really quite rude of her.

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose? No.

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep? Maybe like 40 hours when I was in college. I remember one weekend where I was working airport ops during the air show and was very very busy.

Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yep. I've been to the Caribbean a few times.

If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? No.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it? No.

Have you ever baked a pie? Of course.

What is your favorite social networking site? Ehhhh. Maybe Instagram.

Who was the last person to call you? My husband.

Does anyone in your family tell funny stories? Sure.

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? It depends.

Is there a war memorial where you live? Yes, in the park on the town square.

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? I had ancestors in the American Revolution, but I don't have any family members who fought in any wars more recent than that one.

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? I'd paint the walls light beige, but that's all. The walls are very pale blue-ish gray, and it makes the room feel a little cold.

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? No, I don't think I've ever encountered a stray dog.

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? Whatever.

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride? No, the longest train ride I've been on was only between Wilmington and Baltimore.

Are you normally a person to tell people off? I can be, yes. I won't tell a person off over something minor, but if they're pushing boundaries or behaving rudely towards me, I definitely won't be a doormat, I will tell them to stop.

Name an object that most would consider odd that's special to you? A tie with an embroidered pattern on it in the shape of Hilton Head Island. It belonged to my Granddad. Him and my Granny used to have a vacation house on the island, and some of my favorite childhood memories are of going to visit them there.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn't have? There aren't any animals I want as a pet yet can't have.

Do you currently have any bugbites? Yep, I got a few mosquito bites at the cookout last weekend.

Is where you live on a boulevard, road, street, or avenue? Technically our address is on a Drive, but the private part of the street (where our house is), is a Circle, and it shows up as ''**** Circle'' on Google Maps and Apple Maps.

Is there currently any caffeine in your system? Yep, I just had a cup of Irish breakfast tea.

Look around, are things organized? Kind of lol.

Is there any TV show that ended that you wish hadn't? Firefly is the standard answer to this question haha. Such a shame they canceled it. OH and I also wish they continued on with The Expanse. They ended the show way before the story from the books comes to an end.

Know what you're planning to do after this? I have a few packages on the front porch that I need to bring inside. I also need to load/run the dishwasher, do some laundry, and text my brother about farmer's market/shopping/lunch plans for Saturday.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal blog

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oddishblossom · 2 years

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Tag People You Wanna Get to Know Better

Tagged by the wonderful and lovely @lans-rabbit-glade 😊💖! Thanks for tagging me izzy! I loved reading your answers :)

Relationship Status: It’s just me here (single pringle)

Favorite Colors: Pink & Red

Song Stuck in My Head: Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys… I’ve listened to that song probably a million times and I’m still not tired of it nor will I ever be 💖. I’m definitely not looping it for writing inspiration or anything (also izzy I see your song choice and I am tempted to roast you for being a mobile gamer 😜)

Last Thing You Googled: “There’d Better Be a Mirrorball.” I was looking up song lyrics (I listen to other artists besides arctic monkeys, I swear 😅)

Time: 11:47 PM when I’m writing this. But I usually queue most of my posts so it’ll be 10 AM when I’m posting this :3

Dream Trip: Hmmm, idk. I’m not much of an explorer lol. Maybe Japan or New Zealand? Just to say that I’ve been there before. Honestly, as long as I can go either shopping or to an amusement park I’ll be happy as a clam.

Last Thing You Read: It’s rare, but sometimes I want to read a cute high school AU with a love triangle. So the last thing I read was a tyrus fanfic called Of Course by CaithyCat & imnotanauthor. I’ve been rewatching Andi Mack, an old comfort show of mine. I know it’s a disney show “for kids” but sometimes I just feel like watching disney or nickelodeon shows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also this one in particular I started watching when I was bedridden for a month so it’s very dear to me :)

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: Believe it or not, I actually read a paperback book last week. I was looking for a quote, so I opened my volume 2 of *cough* Scum Villain’s Self Saving System *cough*. And then I found the quote. And then I just kept reading until I was halfway through volume 3 and it was like 3 in the morning. Seriously, that book makes my brain go a little bonkers. The scene where Shen Qingqiu tries to hide Luo Binghe from Zhuzhi Lang nearly made me cry from laughing too hard.

Last Book You Hated Reading: Excluding fanfics, I can’t think of one… Maybe Tokyo Ghoul/:re back in 2017? I remember really hating that manga. Honestly, I’m really picky when choosing something to read so the stories I end up disliking I tend to just drop them and then completely forget they ever existed.

Favorite Thing to Cook/Bake: I’m kind of a terrible chef ngl. But the reviews are in and I make a pretty stellar spaghetti. Whenever my niece visits, she always asks me if I can make her my spaghetti because it’s way better than any she’s ever had. Getting that kid to eat anything is a struggle, so I’m really glad that she not only eats my food, she asks for seconds.

Favorite Craft to Do in Your Free Time: When I think of the word “crafts”, I imagine, like, art projects made by hand, so I’m not sure I can include writing and gif-making on this one. So excluding those, does drawing count? Even before I got a drawing tablet, I used to doodle all the time even on scraps of paper. I’m not really good at it, but it’s always been something I do just to kinda get my brain to chill.

Most Niche Dislike: Hmm. You know, it’s funny that you mentioned nail polish, izzy, because the first thing that popped into my head was long nails. I have tried to be that girl who gets a full set at the nail salon and I never did it again because the sound of my nails clacking against things bugged me. Like, I can’t even stand the feel of my own natural nails when they’re the slightest bit too long lol.

Opinion on Circuses: Never been to one. But, clowns slightly freak me out so I don’t have the best opinion of their home turfs.

Do You Have Any Sense of Direction: I’d say I do. Or maybe I think I do by association? My parents both have a pretty bad sense of direction and I used to help them a lot by printing out maps and searching for streets in relation to where we were. One of my older brothers used to always assign me as designated navigator because I’m good at keeping an eye on where we are and how to get back on track should we get lost

I liked this tag game! It was fun and refreshing. Gonna tag a couple of you, but please no pressure to respond! Only if you feel like making one 😊 @bioerin @kimievii @koujaaku @ashinlae @wallynorthbynorthwest @fluffyrabbitofdoom @apocalyptickoala @theraincanttouchus @mdzs-rabbithole + anyone who sees this and wants to make one 💖

#tag game #oops that was long #guess i felt like oversharing 😅

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iamvegorott · 11 months

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Happy Family Pt. 4 of 8

Unexpected Custody

“We should send out a reminder text to the parents when the buses will be here,” Bing said as he worked on going through the cubbies and ensuring everyone’s backpacks were closed. He also checked that the water bottles got sealed and inside the side pocket properly. Most of them were pretty good, but Bing didn’t want to risk the kids spilling water all over themselves on their first day of kindergarten. The older kids knew the drill but got checked in case a kid needed a reminder. The first day of school always threw everyone off.

“Should we make a separate text just for the parents of the kindergartners or just send it to the mass one, and those who aren’t affected can just ignore it?” Bim asked, rocking back and forth with one of the infants in his arms, the others having fallen asleep for their early morning nap.

“Might be easier to use the mass text since we already have that all setup. If we get complaints, we’ll change it for next year.” Bing suggested, pulling out Etta’s lunch box from her backpack and setting a note inside of it that Google had written that morning but had forgotten to put into the box. They both knew Etta was nervous about her first day of class, having said that being in a new place was ‘weird’ and had asked several times if she could stay at the daycare with Bing instead. Google hoped seeing a little note and doodle from him would help her get through the mid-day slump. Bing even added his own doodle on the back that he knew would make Etta giggle when she saw it.

“I can work on that since this little one finally fell asleep,” Bim said, looking down at the dozing infant in his arms. “Here’s hoping they stay down until after we get the other kids on the buses.”

“Go knock on some wood before you jinx us,” Bing said with a chuckle, putting Etta’s lunch box back and closing the backpack.

“On it, on it,” Bim said with a wave of a now free hand and headed for the infant’s room to put the baby down.

“Perfect timing,” Bing said as Anti came out of the same room Bim entered. He often napped after Dark dropped him off. It never mattered if they were there early, on time, or even late, which was an extreme rarity. Anti always took a quick nap and, as if by magic, knew the best time to wake up. “How are we feeling this morning, Ant?”

“Good.” Anti gave a little nod and, continuing his usual routine, went over to the children’s bathroom and closed the door. Bing got a little chuckle, knowing that Anti’s routine-sticking personality came from his father. Dark had basically everything written down to the minute, even his bathroom breaks, or at least Bing assumed he did. He would not be shocked if that got confirmed.

By the time Bing was done with the cubbies and was doing a lap to check on the kids to see how they were, most were either playing with blocks or coloring. Anti finished with the bathroom, the running water proving he washed his hands and came out. Bing watched as he went straight to JJ and Robbie and joined their tower-making. It was always fascinating how Anti could just play with them and immediately know the plan. He didn’t need any directions or explanation. Bing guessed that those three played a lot with each other since their fathers were very close. The three were practically brothers. While Anti liked his routines, he was still a chaotic kid, and being with the much calmer JJ and Robbie seemed to help him stay calm as well. That was until a different kid tried to mess with Robbie and JJ. Anti then would become the angriest five-year-old anyone had ever seen. Shocking that he’s protective. Dark’s known to be level-headed until someone he sees as his is being bothered. Then all that goes right out the window.

The same could be said of Etta and Google.

Bing was pulled from his thoughts when he heard crying from two different sources. He told the other kids everything was fine before heading over to the daycare’s parent entrance, catching that the crying was coming from behind that door. Before he could open it, Yandere, the teenage sister of JJ and Robbie, came in with Penny in her arms, the young girl crying her heart out.

“Hey, Mr. B.” Yandere greeted as she walked in, Chase following her with Lucas in his arms, the young boy crying like his sibling.

“What’s going on?” Bing asked.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll explain as soon as I can calm them down,” Chase said, setting Lucas down as Yandere did the same with Penny. “Come on, kiddos, do you want to go play? It looks like Henrik’s playing doctor. You can join him.” The twins only continued to cry as if not hearing their father at all.

“Is everything okay out here?” Bim came into the room. “Are they okay?”

“They’re not hurt. They’re upset. Like I said earlier, I’ll explain as soon as they’re fine.” Chase said.

“How about we get you two some juice? I have some apple juice in the fridge you two can help yourselves to. How does that sound?” Bim went over to the twins and held out his hands. At the offer of their favorite drink, the twins, while still crying, took Bim’s hands and let him walk them away to the kitchen. “Fill me in later,” Bim added over his shoulder as they went.

“Sorry, I tried to get down here as fast as possible. Wilford texted me that Yandere helped carry Penny in?” Google spoke as he walked into the room from the entrance. “Shouldn’t you be at school?” He added to Yandere.

“My first period is study hall, so Dad’s letting me go in late to help get the boys on the bus if needed,” Yandere explained, popping her gum at the end of her sentence and pulling out her phone. “Speaking of Dad. He says to hit him up if you need him. I’m going to go play with the little ones.” She tucked her phone away and went over to where JJ, Robbie, and Anti were, sitting down on the ground with them.

“I don’t think that last part was on that text,” Bing said, trying to lighten the mood a little before looking at Chase. “Need to talk? We can go to the office. Yan knows to knock if she needs us, and Bim has your kids and the infants.”

“Yeah…I have some things to fill you in on.” Chase spoke softly. “You can come too.” He added to Google. “I know Bing will tell you anyway.” That comment had a little chuckle to it.

“Follow me.” Bing gestured with his head, leading the other two into the office and closing the door when they were all in the room. “So…what’s up?” He sat on the edge of the desk while Google sat on the other edge. Chase was going to sit in the chair but found himself pacing instead.

“You know how me and Stacy separated a long-ass time ago?” Chase started, not pausing to let Bing or Google answer. “With that separation, we decided to have shared custody. It was perfect. It got split evenly. We each have enough belongings for both kids, so they don’t have to pack a lot when they come over. We live in the same school zone, and everything was fine, but today she-” He stopped pacing. “She said she didn’t want them anymore.” Chase rubbed at his face. “It’d be one thing if I picked them up, and she asked for a moment and told me that she needed some help and wanted me to have them more. I get it. Life gets shitty, and sometimes you need time to focus on yourself, but she…she told the kids before I got there that they would not be living with her anymore. That she, and I quote ‘doesn’t want them here’.”

“She said that to the kids?” Google asked, his voice harsh while Bing was in stunned silence.

“I don’t understand where this came from, she was fine with everything, and now, out of nowhere, she does this? I tried to ask her, but she wouldn’t talk to me.”

“She’ll talk to me. Bing, do you still have that bat-” Google got off the desk, and his search for the bat was stopped short by Bing catching his shirt sleeve.

“Don’t.” Bing kept his hold on Google and looked at Chase. “She didn’t tell you anything? Nothing about why she doesn’t want them anymore?”

“No. Nothing. Stacy said she would go to the courthouse and set it up, so I have custody, and she’d pay child support.” Chase felt like his chest was tightening as he spoke.

“You’re going to let her?”

“I can’t force her to take them if she doesn’t want them. It’ll be worse to have them feel unwanted in their own home. I might as well let her do what she wants and focus on them, but-but I-” That tightening was getting worse and was making it harder and harder to breathe. “I don’t know how-how to take-how to take care of them on my own like this.” Chase was stammering, almost wheezing and coughing like it was becoming almost impossible to get air.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bing noticed Chase struggling. He went over and placed his hands on Chase’s shoulders. “Breathe, okay? You’re an amazing father, and you’ll also do amazing at caring for them.” He kept his hold on Chase, guiding him to take some deep breaths with him until the door got knocked on. Bim opened it and peeked his head in.

“Sorry, but we need to start getting the kids ready to get on the bus, and the parents are on their way,” Bim said. “Penny and Lucas are calmer now if you want to get them ready.” He added to Chase.

“Sounds perfect.” Chase smiled, pushing any emotion of worry away so his children wouldn’t see it. “Thank you.” He added to Bing before stepping out of the room.

“Everything okay?” Bim asked after Chase walked past him.

“Later,” Bing said with a nod. “Let’s go get the kiddos ready.” He then looked to Google, who looked pissed about what they got told. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah. Let’s go get the kids ready for their first day.” Google sighed.

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