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soleilxe · 2 years

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So, lately, I’ve been thinking of how Sun and Moon will look like in the Ruins DLC next year, and the art of potential designs I’ve been seeing was getting my own gears turning. So, after a bit of time and work, here’s a bit of an explanation for my new, hopefully-somewhat-original AU design of Shattered Sun and Molten Moon! It’s pretty long though so I’ll put the explanation and standalone pictures under the read more!

After the events of Security Breach’s true-ending (the one with Peepaw Willy actually in it), the animatronics infected with the Afton Virus are finally freed! Bad news is, the mall is completely ruined and basically unsalvageable in the eyes of Fazbear Entertainment. They take stuff that’s only of value to them, and to the robot’s dismay, they’re seen as too expensive to fix and left to rot in what remains of the PizzaPlex.

All of them took it hard, but Sun and Moon arguably took it the worst. Even though they were mainly seen as weirdos by the staff and nightmare-fuel by the children they watched over, they were incredibly sociable and didn’t take extended non-contact from people well. While they were both the most hopeful that someone will come back for them (Moon cracking just a tad before Sun, though), after seven months since the mall’s closing, they realized the full extent of their situation and broke down completely. Since then, they locked themselves in the Daycare, Moon doing his best to comfort Sun but, sometimes in the middle of the night during their charging times, Sun could hear how his other-half softly weeped. It didn’t help that Roxy, Monty, and Chica still didn’t like them that much…or at all, and poor DJMM wasn’t able to make it through the fire, getting crushed by rubble. All the two had were themselves. That was, until a year later

You (Y/N) are a big fan of exploring abandoned sites, and consider yourself a well-experienced urban explorer. With a backpack full of snacks, water, and other equipment, you set off secretly to the PizzaPlex in hopes of making a video searching around the place for your channel. (sorry you’re a Youtuber in this AU. If it helps you feel any better you got a bronze play button you can hit people with) While you were just expecting to find some random shit strewn about, what you absolutely DID NOT anticipate was falling straight into the Daycare from an upper floor to find Sun and Moon, looking incredulous at your arrival before breaking out into hysterical joy for finally seeing another person. At first, you played along with their games since, while they were fucking creepy as hell when you three first met, they were endearing and you were curious. But as the overnight stay became another day at the mall, and another night, you began to realize something was up with them.

Thanks to the isolation and loneliness they experienced, both Sun and Moon refuse to let you go. While they wouldn’t go far as to kill others in jealousy or hurt you on purpose, they had become downright yanderes with how possessive they are over you and their obsession driving them more and more crazy. Despite the other animatronics being fine, the two insisted that they were still bloodthirsty monsters and could kill you, even when you knew that that wasn’t the case at all. Rations that aren’t spoiled, still left in the kitchen, are starting to run low, and you ate/drank the rest of your snacks and water a bit ago. You were beginning to starve, but since they themselves can’t leave the mall thanks to how they recharge, Sun and Moon beg you to just stay and they’ll figure out everything. You aren’t taking their shit anymore, and run off to free yourself from the Plex. But Sun and Moon are smart; they already blocked the normal exits like doors and windows, even some holes in the ceiling, but what they didn’t expect was how resourceful you are. Now, it’s up to you to get yourself out of the mall by your lonesome, since Sun and Moon were surprisingly stronger than the other animatronics and dispatched them easily, or allow the mall to be your grave.

Uuuh that sounded like a video-game summary LMAO anyways, here’s some other tidbits too!

Sun and Moon got the most banged-up treatment from the fire in this AU. First, Moon was in-charge hopping around and trying to find a way out. Suddenly, the floor underneath him broke, causing him to fall right into a sharp piece of metal, and since the heat was already making his body melt, it cut right through his right leg and it split up right around the area beneath his knee joint. While he was trying to climb back up and out of the firepit, his arms were starting to split as well thanks to the overwhelming temperature. His left arm disconnected itself way up into his forearm, while his right thankfully only got up near his elbow joint. The final blow was when Moon finally got out and was attempting to escape out of a hole in the ceiling, but a fiery beam came crashing straight into the middle of his faceplate. It obviously cracked and left some of his endoskeleton exposed, allowing the fire to make him look almost two-headed. The rest is just the remains of his endoskeleton, barely covered up in a bit of paint but mainly in debris and dust.

(I’m going to give credit to @icedmetaltea for this idea because it’s legit awesome and i like it a lot /gen) Sun and Moon moving sounds like the Wheelers from the Return of Oz, with their horrible scraping noise thanks to the lack of silicone the two have now on their bodies. Their voice is also a bit messed-up, sometimes pitching down-and-up randomly but still sounding like dear Kellen most of the time lol.

Sun and Moon now have a noticeable limp, but they can still move fast and agile as hell.

The hole in the middle of their head is supposed to look somewhat akin to an eye! Originally, I was going to have their eye (right for Sun and left for Moon) be extended into one large eye, but any time I tried to make it work, it just looked goofy lmao. It should be noted though that Sun’s and Moon’s eyeballs melted away, leaving the small light of their pupils left.

Their wrist ribbons are slimmer because the fire destroyed a majority of the fabric on them too. They still have their bells somehow, though!

I’d love to hear people’s thoughts on this AU of mine, and I’d also love to hear your ideas on what you think Sun and Moon will look like in the DLC. This AU might become incredibly outdated, but I just like me some angst LOL Hope ya’ll like it!

(also i just realized that i used the word "fine" twice in that last picture. fUCK.)

Edit: FORGOT TO MENTION SORRY!! The expressions are from @/capochiino! See them here! https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/capochiino/677100713037463552?source=share

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stagefoureddiediaz · 11 months

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Costume meta 6x18

Wow I can’t believe I actually managed to write one of these (with all the additional mini metas) for every episode this season!!! if you’ve read, liked or reblogged and any all of my metas throughout this series then I just want to take a moment to say a massive thank you - it really means so much to me that you do take the time to read the epics I post, that you interact with them and that you ask me questions and seem to learn from what I say - sorry to everyone who now sees check pattern clothing out in the wild and gets worried 😬 it happens to me too - its good to have your company!

I’m so sorry that this has taken me far longer to get out that I had intended - my internet died on Thursday night and still hasn’t come back up (it has not been fun - who knew how internet dependant I’d become11!0 so I’ve had to find a cafe on my day of to actually get this posted (I live in a 4g dead spot too just to add to the fun!) Not going to lie - I am in need of a little break because these posts are a lot of work (you don’t want to know some of the side quests some of these posts have taken me on!!), but I love writing them so I plan to continue in season 7. I do have some fun stuff planned for the extended hiatus so while I might not post as much, I will still be around - making art and providing some costume related (and non costume related) things for you to enjoy - I have breakdowns for each character which includes spreadsheets and graphs (don’t get too excited - but they are actually interesting I promise!) in the pipeline as well as sorting out my pinned post as I’ve hit the link limit!!!.

Back to the costumes for this episode - it sure was an interesting one (when are they not tbh) with plenty going on for me to talk about! Apologies for the photos - it was really hard to get decent stills this week - everyone and the camera constantly moving!! As always the rest is below the cut to save your dash!

Athena

Athena has just the one costume this week - heading off on the cruise! I very much enjoyed her being in yellow and saying that she might not tell anyone about them actually being on said cruise! There are a couple of reasons why - firstly its yellow - the colour of communication - which means that her character is telling us something which is important. So Athena suggesting that they don’t tell anyone they are off on this cruise is the key point we need to take away from this scene - what that could mean - well its a throw back to when they attempted to go on the cruise the first time - they were communicating their departure then by being on the phone with Beatrice as they were leaving the Grant-Nash house so by not communicating they’ve gone on their cruise they are preventing another interruption from occurring. The other thing its communicating is that the lack of communication between Bobby and Athena and their family and friends could actually be a bad thing - its a bit of preempting costume design - if the show does indeed choose to go with some form of cruise ship disaster to open season 7 (less likely now that they have delayed the show until midseason, but it depends on how they choose to play the time jump!) then this line comes back into play - the 118 being sent to help with the disaster not knowing Bobby and Athena are on board would make for some very interesting storytelling and potentially parallel with the tsunami very nicely!

The other thing about this costume is the fact that we have bold block colour wearing Athena in a pattern - and a floral pattern at that. Athena doesn’t wear patterns - we saw her in a patterned shirt in 6x10 - when she was undercover and therefore it doesn’t count as actually being something Athena would wear

Bobby

Again the only costume we see Bobby wearing outside of uniform is when he is leaving for the cruise, this is the same costume he was wearing when they made the first attempt at their honeymoon cruise . From a personal perspective this was done to provide continuity between the two scenes as Bobby shirt is the loudest and most obvious thing to carry that thread through for a general audience.

Denny

Denny continues to wear muted tones post reconnecting with his biological father and we also have check on this outfit. The fact that the check is only worn down the sides could indicate either approaching trouble or trouble passing, for me it’s more likely that it is a sense of foreshadowing and will be connected to the Wilsons season 7 storyline revolving around the new baby that they will be bringing home as Denny will become a full blown big brother rather than the role he currently fills with the foster kids – that hovers somewhere between brother and friend. This costume is a bit blink and you’ll miss it and so it’s hard to get more of a read on it than the very basics.

Karen

Karen is wearing her typical large print florals for both her costumes this week and we have the contrast of red - a colour of anger, passion and love with t he yellow of communication, happiness and optimism. the use of the two colours to bookend the episode perfectly play into Karens mini arc for this episode - from the love tinged with disappointment and anger (broken hearted rather than fury) over fostering - the constantly having to hand children back, to the happiness and optimism surrounding the baby girl they may very likely get to adopt. the colours rather than the prints are the things conveying messages for Karen in this episode. they also contrast her very well with Hen in her black and white and then orange.

Hen

It’s really interesting that we have hen in this black-and-white check cardigan which is a parallel to the one she wore in 6×10 that one was red with larger neutral face emoji is and foreshadowed her anger over Denny contacting his biological father. This new one is more confused and the smaller design with the variety of boxes lines and neutral face emoji is creates a sense of confusion and also feels like it is chaotic in an organised manner it plays into both check theory and striped theory to a certain extent/theory foreshadowing the news of the baby they may potentially get to adopt and the cheque foreshadowing the upcoming disaster we see in the episode. the black and white also plays into the idea of Hen being settled into the black and white nature of fostering children - accepting the reality and highlighting the difference between now and when they had Nia - this is deliberate as it shows emotional progress, but it is also about emphasising the joy they experience later in the episode when told they will be getting a baby girl - its more impactful because we’ve seen Hens acceptance of their situation.

Hen’s other costume for the episode is this orangey red shirt which both contrasts and matches Karen’s yellow floral print shirt it also fits nicely with the oranges and lemons we see on the kitchen countertop next to her. Orange is an optimistic and energetic colour, it provides emotional strength and joy in its positive outlooks however is -ones are connected with superficiality in patients and domination. I think in this scene we can take the positive traits of the colour as opposed to the negative as we get to see Hen and Karen achieve something they’d given up on – the possible permanent expansion of their family – and brings them both full-circle after their disappointment surrounding Nia.

Chimney

Chimney is wearing a brown shirt with a black check pattern, brown is a colour of stability and reliability, it’s a grounding colour and chimney wearing it here indicates that where he is in his life is grounded in stable, his relationship and impending nuptials with Maddie are built on solid ground and overall this colour bodes well for their marriage. We do need to consider the cheque pattern as being foreshadowing for the potential exploration of Chimney storyline next season, whether that involves Madney actually making it down the aisle without problems arising, or if the show will explore some of chimney’s trauma in more detail remains to be seen however it does appear season 7 May begin a little bumpy for Chimney.

Kameron

Kameron wearing both the light and Navy blues that we’ve seen Buck wearing throughout this season whilst struggling to open a jar of pickles was a direct reference to Bucks struggles with who he is and who he wants to be. The props and costume work together to hint at Buck getting himself in a pickle and struggling to successfully deal with his issues, the fact that Kameron needed someone else to open the jar is a reference to Buck needing somebody else to help him with his struggles whilst the pickles in both this episode and the previous episode are a reference to Buck dealing with one issue but not his others. The use of blue costume in this scenario tells us the viewer should associate that struggle with buck specifically as the show has taken great pains to show us buck in a huge amount of blue costuming this season. The blue costuming also refers to water and water finding its level this has dual meaning in that it is foreshadowing Kameron’s water breaking later in the episode as well as continuing water theme surrounding buck story arc. The costume (and props) parallel Kameron and Buck and tell us to relate their stories to one another - Kameron being in a pickle with her life - her relationship with Connor - paralleled with Bucks own romantic storyline - both of them looking for support in the wrong place - from the wrong person, instead of with their respective partners - Kameron seeking help from Buck instead of Connor and and Buck seeking answers to being seen from Natalia instead of Eddie.

Cameron second costume one she’s wearing when she goes into labour continues the blue theme but also plays into the grey black-and-white theme increase seen in the scenes that appear to be re-shoots. The choice of daisies as appropriate for this dress as they symbolise innocence new beginnings and purity, they are also the symbol of fertility and childbirth.

Maddie

Ok so unusually I am going to talk about Maddie in connection with both Marisol and Natalia because their costumes are all connected by stars!

Maddie is wearing black with a lot of stars in white, while Marisol and Natalia have sparkly stars in fewer numbers on their costumes. the difference is the sparkly nature of said stars whilst the stars make perfect sense on all three of them for their respective scenes, they have different meanings attached to them - both Marisol and Natalia’s stars are a play on the concept of fantasy and dreaming and reaching for the unattainable, there are fewer stars and the glitteriness is a play on the idea of all that glitters is not gold - that the seemingly attractive external appearance is not a reliable indication of its true nature - that it is superficial. That meaning does not work for Maddie, her stars are not glittery or sparkly, they are matt and there are lots of them - there is more substance to her and Chimneys relationship and it is a direct and deliberate contradiction to the relationships of Eddie and Marisol and Buck and Natalia - we are meant to see the contrast - the building of something which has had to be fought for versus the untested and insubstantial nature of both of the other relationships - it all comes back to what bobby told Eddie - Maddie and Chim have sat with each other, taken a moment and stepped into the mess - they are fully aware of the reality where as Marisol and Natalia are both untested and fit much more into the fantasy concept the show has explored this season and the fantasy rarely holds up when exposed to reality.

Natalia

Aside from the stars that I’ve spoken about above, it was an interesting choice to remove nearly all colour from Natalia’s costume for scenes where she is present when life is brought into the world. When not in her ‘work’ role, we’ve seen her wearing a fair amount of colour, even if black is nearly always present - lots or red and oranges and whites and greens, however she was all in black for the living funeral and here again we have her in predominately black, with a little bit of navy thrown into the mix the choice to use very dark colours is intentional and these dark colours play into her role as harbinger of death - she is representing death as life is brought into the world. I wrote a post about that scene and her presence in it and how it plays into the fact that death has haunted Buck since he was brought into the world. Natalia’s presence was necessary precisely because of what she represents and because death is still hovering in Bucks life - the fact that Natalia and Buck get together while she is still dressed in this way is very telling about her position in Bucks world - he is still focused on death and its being a part of who he is rather than seeing/ focusing on other things. It all plays back into the ‘she really sees me’ of it all - Buck wants to be seen beyond his death/ beyond the death that has shadowed his life, but he is still falling back into the safety of being seen for death rather than the life he is living. Natalia is a representation of Buck falling back on these safe behaviours and thoughts because he is fundamentally scared of being seen for who he really is and Natalia’s transition from the orange of their ‘first’ date to increasing levels of black in her subsequent outfits shows that representation in Bucks life perfectly.

Interestingly though we get a direct contrast to all that black in the ‘morning after’ scene with Natalia in white shirt which is meant to be one of Bucks. Honestly - fascinated by this choice! Putting her in a shirt that is meant to be one of Bucks makes total sense, but they could’ve chosen any colour they wanted - Buck wears a lot of colour, but they chose a white shirt. A. White. Shirt. a white shirt that is supposed to be one of Bucks. We all know how things go for Buck when it comes to white shirts - it doesn’t end well - it leads to bad things! Natalia isn’t going to end well for Buck - the white shirt has spoken!.

The other thing with the white shirt is its contrast to Buck being in blue/grey because it puts her in opposition to Eddie who wore black when on the balcony. The balcony is a place that puts her on the outside of things, she isn’t inside with the mess (the couch) and the colour white is considered both a colour of innocence and purity, whilst at the same tie being seen as cold, uncaring and bland. When placed in contrast to Eddies black- a colour of power, strength security and protection, things don’t look great for Natalia’s future, or her ability to understand and support Buck.

We have to have a quick talk about Jo and Mallory for the simple reason that they are dressed in Buck and Eddies colours, despite essentially being representations of Christopher and Buck, the implication being that Christopher would retain a lot of the traits etc he has gained from Eddie, even if Eddie were no longer a physical presence in his life, and that Buck would’ve nurtured those aspects of who he is.

Chris

Christopher in grey as a neutral tone is an interesting choice. The green, specifically khaki green hidden underneath is a nod towards Eddie and, the fact it’s hidden under the grey to me is a reference to Christopher accepting things because he thinks they’re what his father does. But also towards Eddie once again, doing things that he thinks is right for Christopher.

Eddie

We can’t not talk about the St. Christopher being brought out at this moment! We haven’t seen this necklace since 4x14 when Eddie got home and its use here is so very intentional in a camper van that is essentially a microcosm of the will arc - all of the elements of Buck, Eddie and Christopher’s relationship is shown here in the camper - the will, the fridge, the couch, the coffee , the risk of explosion, and the earth mover van crashing into it, we even get similar camera angles and injuries. the entire thing is supposed to direct us to what that St. Christopher means, what it already represents and it is setting up next season - there is no other reason to include it otherwise.

Eddie in blue and in check – blue being connected to Eddie and his family suggests that the check is foreshadowing rocky times for that family dynamic and hints that this new relationship will end poorly whether that’s by fizzling out or in some other way remains to be seen. The other thing about this blue plaid check shirt is that it also ties in with a couple of other things - Eddie rarely wears plaid check - only 4 times before now and generally these are tied with when he’s been having family issues - we see it in the flashback scene in Eddie begins that show family conflict, conversely he doesn’t wear check in flashback scenes where is mind and intention is clear (such as when he argues with his parents and stands up for himself before going outside and asking Chris if he wants to move to LA.) The only other times we see him wearing check and not in a flashback is very much connected with his struggles with Christopher - and being able to support him - feeling like a failure as a father (which he isn’t) such as when he is at Bucks taking about Christopher’s skateboard accident and wanting his kid to feel normal. The only other time we see him in plaid is when he helps Buck move Maddie’s sofa into her new apartment - this is the only scene we have Eddie in non uniform before he goes to visit Durrand and is told he’ll need to get back in touch with Shannon - its kind of foreshadowing the conflict of the school visit when they couldn’t very easily put him in plaid.

I therefore really intrigued by this choice to have him in plaid for this scene when we don’t see any family conflict - so its either foreshadowing upcoming family conflict, or its playing on the idea that he’s internally conflicted - doing what his family wants (dating a woman) rathe than what he actually wants, or if the conflict is going to arise from him including Chris in this new venture into dating (we all saw how well that went last time!)

The other thing this plaid shirt is comparable with is Eddies Poker suit. Which has me all kinds of intrigued because it really does actually imply that the poker game was in fact going to be played as a ‘date’ (which would’ve likely played into the family conflict theme and thus been in keeping with all the other times Eddie has worn plaid) before they changed tack due to getting renewal and therefore didn’t follow through on whatever direction they had intended to take the Buck and Eddie storyline they had planned when they thought this might be the final season of the show.

Buck

Buck in brown with a vertical stripe, the brown suggests solid ground or in a stable place - so Buck is being presented as having made peace with the sperm donation, as well as being a stable place from which to try and help Connor and Kameron sort out their problems. The vertical stripes also play into the theme of vertical stripes we’ve see non him this season. Interestingly, we haven’t seen Buck wearing these vertical stripes around Natalia, which I would expect to see if their relationship was meant to last as the vertical stripes are very much connected with Bucks search for himself, in particular, connected to couch theory (this is the second time we’ve seen vertical stripes in connection with couches/ armchairs) - Bucks version of couch theory, not the second couch theory that he as a character isn’t aware of.

We have this grey marl tee, which is green tinted - perfect choice for Buck delivering the baby he helped create in a scene that heavily played into Bucks own birth. The grey and green tones have been associated with Bucks arcs this season - either in relation to the sperm donation (the green tones) or the family he has been searching for and is on his way to finding/ fully comprehending (why he wears grey around Bobby and Christopher in their one on one scenes - its the father son relationships being more deeply established). so for him to have both on when he gets to be the one who delivers the child he helped to create is a great choice and plays into both themes - especially when he tells Connor to love that child at the hospital.

The addition of the check shirt is solely about Buck starting a relationship with Natalia, and them getting together in a moment not that dissimilar to how Buck and Taylor got together - at a moment of Buck reckoning with something important - the trauma of nearly loosing Eddie with Taylor and now with Natalia his reckoning with the sperm donation and having delivered the baby he helped to create. This is a deliberate choice by the show to parallel the two moments, but the use of check is highlighting it further and telling me that this relationship with Natalia isn’t going to be as ling and drawn out as his relationship with Taylor was. Buck doesn’t actually wear check patterns all that often considering the amount of danger and trouble he gets himself into and we’ve seen him wear it in most cases in relation to mental health struggles (the Equestrian centre is a prime example - Buck trying to raise the shooting with Eddie and being unsuccessful because Eddie wasn’t ready - and its parrallel with the grave scene from this season when Buck isn’t ready in return) so for him to be wearing it a second time is short succession and both connected with Natalia (and thinking he’s finally being seen) doesn’t bode well for anything related to their new relationship.

Buck wearing his watch for the balcony scene is very telling because the scene is meant to imply buck and Natalia spent the night together and this is the following morning when they address down and comfortable and she is wearing one of his shirts, however him wearing his watch suggests that there is already a countdown/ that there is a time limit on their relationship.

Buck grey blue tee parallel with hoodie from the Eddie balcony scene - buck not understanding or seeing things clearly. The new one is darker and less blue, which not only plays into the previously stated concept of not understanding, but also suggests that Buck is currently in a less receptive state than during his previous times wearing the blue/grey colourway. The other thing to bear in mind is that Buck wearing a dark grey plays back into his costuming around Taylor in last season - he wore a lot of grey, but there was a distinct difference between the lighter shades we saw him wearing around Eddie and Christopher (which was the building blocks his grey wearing this season was built off of) and the darker greys we saw him wear around Taylor.

And there we have it - one very late but finished costume meta! I’m off to pray to the internet gods that my home internet will be fixed very soon (current date I’m being given is the 5 June) as I can’t survive much longer without being able to do the things I need and want to! if you want to send up a prayer for me then please feel free to help a girl out 😁

Thank you to all of you that have read one, several or all of my metas for this season. I hope this one was worth the read and I look forward to getting to write metas for whatever they throw at us in seasonn 7!!

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liliumsabyss · 10 months

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So I’ve seen that you are accepting request? Then… may I please request a Dainsleif x Male reader? Where the reader is like the traveler, but they’re disguised as wondering, mythical dancer in pursuit to learn and teach more art of a special dance. But while they travelling they take a short break to practice a dance, unaware that a certain knight is watching him from afar. And as Dainsleif continues to watches him dance, an enchanting feeling washes over the knight as he continues to watch the reader dance. As reader finishes practicing his dancing, all Dainsleif could feel is nothing, but total relief over his both body and mind. This goes on a a few nights, until the reader ask Dainsleif to join him in a waltz under the stars. The waltz finishes and they both exchange names and the reader bid him farewell, but not before saying in quiet tone "that they will both will met again and have another waltz under the stars."

So I hope this is enough for you to work with.

Waltz Under the Stars

FEM DNI I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Dainsleif x Male Reader

Fluffy Oneshot

Summary: Two stranger have a waltz under the stars

Word Count: 1,187

Tw: Breif mentions of war and other things containing Dainsleif’s past, Unedited

A/n: Im am very sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy this! And thank you so much for providing a plot in such depth it helped me in writing this so much!

You had been traveling for hours on end only to be a couple of hours outside the city of freedom. Your reasons for traveling as largely as you did varied between two reasons one the truth and the other truthful but more of a cover. The truth being is you awoke in this world with only one thing in your memory but a type of dance and your name. The cover was to spread your dance teaching the ways of it to any who may be interested as you traveled which was true in part but it was more so to see if anyone could identify where the dance had come from and maybe that is where you came from as well. And so that brings you to the clearing in which you stood taking off your shoes and socks. You stood your bare feet together, arms by your side, the music from the capital of Monstadt faintly being carried amongst the breeze, you outstretched your arms and started to practice. Your feet and legs delicately swiveled, pointed, lifted and turned your arms flowing in tandem. Little to your knowledge a certain knight stood in the trees around the clearing peering in curiosity at your unfamiliar presence. The blonde haired knight watched enchanted when you danced your moves matching the song that carried from the city, the moonlight lighting up your gestures, and for once he felt peace. Peace from the everlasting war, peace from immortality, peace from the world, peace for the gods, just peace, he felt calm and his mind had been rendered blank. And he just continued to watch you practice through the night till near dawn when you sat down and drifted off to sleep. And the other male walked off.

Each night as you practiced the knight would come and watch you dance under the moonlight each time taking the weight that he felt off his chest. However little to his knowledge is on the third night you had spotted him in the cover of night a slight shimmer came from the man's golden designs of his outfit. And with a little focusing of your eyes revealed the stranger hiding amongst the trees watching with what appeared to be a neutral expression but upon closer inspection a gentle smile hid on his face. You didn’t mind the blonde's attention on you as you practiced night after night only resting in the mornings but by the time you'd wake the sun was high in the sky and the other male was gone. It was the seventh day the sun was setting and you prepared to practice once more, once again taking off your shoes and socks putting your bare feet together. This time without waiting for the music of the night that streamed from the city you began. The blonde stranger hadn’t appeared yet, most likely waiting for the cover of darkness. You still danced regardless of any of the circumstances of the moment. And so as you swung your body around gracefully yet powerfully until you noticed the sky was once again dark and the music of the main city flowed through the air. And when you noticed you stopped your steps looking around trying to spot the obscured blonde stranger, and when you saw the slight shine of his armor in an attempt to hide in a lush shrub.

“ Hello Stranger…may I ask for a dance?” You asked somewhat timidly towards the figure in the brush hoping you made eye contact but through the dark it was too hard to tell. The shrub let out a rustle as the other male climbed out of it stepping onto the leafy ground that made crackling noises with every approaching step towards you until he stood right in front of you. He looked at you, his crystal teal blue eyes remained neutral as was the expression on his face.

“ Only if you’d like.” he says slightly bowing his head in response.

“ Well then would you like to lead or follow?” You asked joyfully to his response as you smiled at him, happy to have someone to dance with once again.

“ Lead…please” he mumbled lowly so you could barely hear him looking for approval from you. Once you nodded he put one hand out as his other arm folded behind him.

You grabbed his hand as he grasped it pulling you closer to him, your arms extending sideways. His other hand clasped your hip as you clasped his shoulder. And so the two of you were off waltzing to the sounds of nature and the music of the main city being carried on the wind. You were whirling around your feet maneuvering around each other, the only light you had was the faint glow from the city and the moonlight that showed perfectly through the clearing. The coolness of his hands felt nice in comparison to the warm climate of Monstadt. His face was so close to yours as you did nothing but stare until a huge grin broke out on your face for some inexplicable reason and the other male in front of you let out a small smile that was barely noticeable but there none the less. The dance lasted for what felt like a lifetime of peace even though it could have only been minutes and so the whirling slowed down till you came to a stop. The blonde male and you each stepped back away from the other starring still.

“ May I ask for your name?” You asked bowing slightly, looking at him with a small playful smirk on your face.

“ Dainsleif” The man whispered under his breath so quietly you thought it must've been your imagination until he spoke up slightly, “ And may I ask for yours?”

And when you told him your name in response the corners of his lips twitched as his mouth opened slightly repeating your name back to you. So in likeness you repeated his name back to him with a kinda warmth in your tone that most could only hope to imitate.

“ Well Dainsleif,” You started as you grabbed your stuff placed around you, “ I have very much enjoyed your company however I must bid you farewell, I have to continue my journey.”

Dainsleif had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite figure out what it meant but you just gave out a reassuring hum as you continued to collect your stuff. Scrambling around the clearing stuffing your various possessions into your brown leather bag while trying to get on your shoes as the other male watched you silently. By the time you had collected all your stuff still stood watching you, his arms crossed in front of his chest. You approached him once again giving a slight bow before immediately turning away briskly walking away. And as you got to the edge of the clearing before setting out into the dark you stopped turning your head to see Dainsleif frozen in place before you whispered under your breath.

“ And they will both will meet again and have another waltz under the stars…”

#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #Dainsleif x male reader #gay #fluff #genshin impact #liliumsabyss<3

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Blinding Light Chapter Three

Hey guys! Back again with Chapter Three. Guess I’m just plowing through the writing of these. I haven’t felt this inspired in a while. It’s odd. I’m pretty excited to be writing this so we’ll see how everything goes. Hopefully, I can stay somewhat consistent. I’ve gotten some wonderful encouragement while writing this au.

Hybrids: Munchkin Cat Y/N (Omega), Fox Jin (Omega), Panther Yoongi (Alpha), Golden Retriever J-Hope (Beta), Wolf RM (Alpha), Calico Cat Jimin (Omega), Tiger V (Beta), Bunny Jungkook (Beta)

Word Count: 4, 274

Description: Y/N has spent the past seven years trapped in a hole in the floor. Forced in horrible situations she wished nothing more than to escape. When escape presents itself in the form of a group of seven hybrids, surely she must have finally snapped. Now, she has to figure out how a normal life works after being trapped in perpetual hell with her suddenly appearing mates.

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The next morning, I’m able to sneak out of the bed much easier than the morning before. I had promised Taehyung that I would meet him in his art studio to get the coffee mug for Yoongi. I try to sneak as quietly as I can, still wanting it to be a surprise. I open the door to the studio, only to be surprised to see a room lined with bookcases. All kinds of books sit on them, all shapes, sizes, and colors. Namjoon lounges on a couch, a book open in his hands. I blush as he looks up at me.

“Sorry, I thought this was Tae’s art studio,” I admit bashfully. He sets his book down, marking his page.

“It’s no problem. It’s two more doors down,” Namjoon offers me a smile, his dimples on display.

“I-Is it okay if I take a look around?” I chew on my bottom lip. I had never been in a library before. None of my owners were ever big readers so I hadn’t spent a lot of time around books. I can feel his eyes on me as I wander the room, looking at different books.

“You can borrow any books you want, whenever,” This comes from right behind me and then his chest is against my back as he pulls a book from the shelf. I can’t help but blush,” Try this one. You might like the story.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I glance over at him, the book clasped to my chest,” Are you okay with me being here? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“What would make you ask that?” He pauses, giving me a confused look.

“I just… it seems like you might not like me very much and we haven’t really spent any time around each other,” I admit. I can’t help but think about him being at the back of the group in my room last night.

“I don’t dislike you,” He folds his hands and rests his chin on them,” I just wanted to give you time. This must all be very overwhelming for you and I didn’t want to add to your stress. Plus, I figured you might need a break from seeing me, seeing as I’m the one that keeps interrogating me.”

I think his words over for a minute. In the two time I had spent time with Namjoon, they had both been high stress situations. I’m sure that didn’t give him the best impression. Plus, he’s heard the more intimate details of my times. I’ve been fairly good at blocking that from my mind. I’m just trying to be normal. I’ll have to deal with those memories and emotions at some point, but I have time.

“I don’t dislike you either,” I say finally, giving him a bright smile,” I hope we can spend some time together in the future. To become more comfortable with each other.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Namjoon gives me a dimpled smile and returns to his book. I go two more doors down to meet Taehyung. He yawns, stretching and scratching his head. He seems half asleep. I feel kind of bad for making him wake up so early so I could get the cup before breakfast. Tae brightens up upon seeing me.

“It’s ready. I double checked to make sure it was solid and it should be good,” He holds the cup out to me and I cradle it gently in my hands. I set it down gently on the table and jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you!” He seems stunned for a moment but then quickly hugs me back. I pull back and pick the cup back up,” I have to get back before Yoongi wakes up.”

I run back to my room, sitting the cup on the night stand and hoping onto the bed. I land partially on Yoongi, who grunts. He blinks for a few moments before focusing on me. My face hovers over his as I smile down at him.

“I have a present for you!” I announce, hoping out of his reach before he can wrap his arms around me and try to go back to sleep. I pick up the cup and put it behind my back,” Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

He does as I say, his eyes closing quickly. It warms my heart that he listened so quickly. I place it in his hands gently, trying to contain my excitement. I really hope he likes it. This is the first gift I’ve ever given someone, let alone one that I’ve made.

“Open,” I say softly. His eyes open and immediately fix on the coffee cup,” Tae showed me how to make pottery yesterday. I noticed you drink a lot of coffee and I thought you might li-“

He pulls me toward him, interrupting me words as his lips press to mine. A whine is trapped in my throat as his lips consume mine. His hands are at my waist as mine rest on his cheeks. It feels like home, comfort, sunlight, a warm that builds in the soul. It’s like I can feel our souls being knit together. The idea of being away from him, of never being able to see him again, would tear me apart. Is this what being mates means? He finally pulls away, both of us breathless. His lips are a little red and I can’t help but think of how they got that way.

“Thank you,” His smile is gummy and sweet. His hands now rest on my hips,” I love it. I hope I wasn’t too forward or anything.”

“It’s fine, really,” I give him a quick peck on the lips before dancing out of his reach,” Jin is gonna have breakfast ready soon.”

“We can still cuddle before breakfast,” He whines.

“Nuh-uh. No way. We’ll never make it downstairs,” I open the door again, the delicious smell of breakfast wafting upstairs,” I’m gonna go see if I can help him with anything. If you’re not downstairs before breakfast is on the table, I’m sending the chaos twins.”

I watch him rolls his eyes before I close the door and head downstairs and to the kitchen. He’s fully focused on his cooking, seemingly unaware of my presence. He’s flipping pancakes and humming to himself. It’s strange to think that the professional doctor I saw that first night is this same man. I clear my throat and he jumps a little, nearly dropping a pancake on the floor.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” I rush forward, feeling immediately guilty.

“I just startle easily,” He laughs jovially, throwing the pancake back in the pan,” Breakfast won’t be done for a few more minutes.”

“I know, I just had a question for you,” I chew my bottom lip nervously. I’ve really got to stop doing that.

“Ask away, darling,” He keeps cooking but he glances up at me from time to time.

“My… previous owner had me on a heat suppressant. I took it daily. I don’t know if there are any bad effects to being off of it this long, if I should stay on it or what we should do,” I trail off, not sure where I’m going with this, now.

“Well, it’s not great for a Hybrid to be on suppressants. They can have some pretty nasty side effects while you’re on them. That being said, they aren’t a medicine that makes you sick, going cold turkey. It lingers in your system for about 2-3 weeks, depending on the dosage. We’ll just have to keep track of your cycle while you’re coming off of it,” I help him set the various plates on the table,” We have a den on the first floor we use for our heats. I’ll have Namjoon get it ready in case you go into your heat early. It’ll probably be a really short one, at first. Your next one would be normal, though.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure. Would you guys… prefer if I stay on them? I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or make them feel obligated to help me with my heats. I’ve gone through them alone before so it’s not a big deal,” I’m glad no one has come in yet, or I would feel way more embarrassed.

“That one is up to you. We would obviously never make you have help. That being said, don’t ever feel like you can’t ask any of us for help. Any one of us would be glad to help and it would never be trouble,” Jin shoots me a smile and wink before yelling at everyone to come to breakfast. We all eat before it’s time for everyone to split off for the day. Namjoon and Jin head to work, Namjoon dragging Jimin and Taehyung with him. Hoseok and Yoongi are off next, leaving me and Jungkook.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for the day,” He grins broadly, his bunny teeth on full display,” I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” My eyebrows furrow.

“Would you like me to teach you some self defense?” His question catches me off guard,” With us not catching your owner and with what happened in the van, I feel like you knowing self defense might come in handy.”

“That would actually be really great,” I’m surprised that the idea makes me happy.

“I know it’s hard, as an Omega, to picture yourself hurting someone else. Jimin was the same way,” Jungkook gets up from his seat to help me stack the dishes and put them in the sink,” But I know everyone would be more comfortable leaving you by yourself if you had some kind of defense.”

After we finish the dishes, we head upstairs to get changed into more work out style clothes. Another pair of bicycle shorts and a t-shirt that was left on my bed and smells like Yoongi. There’s a new pair of tennis shoes sitting in the closet too, so I throw those on. Jungkook waits for me the in the hallway, leading me into a room that turns out to be his gym. He does some quick rearranging, laying some mats on the floor.

“Stand here,” he motions his hands to the spot in front of him,” So, your advantage is that you’re almost always gonna be smaller, so you’re faster and can get out of tight spots easier. However, if you get hit, it’s gonna hurt. Almost everything I’m going to show you is going to be a move that can be used to help you escape.”

He takes me through a lot of different moves, practicing each one until I feel comfortable with it. He shows me how to position my hands and feet, how to move my body and avoid injury. We break after a couple of hours to eat some sandwiches and catch our breath. There’s something enjoyable about just moving your body. Not having to think and just moving.

“Now, if you ever have to punch someone, it comes from your hips. You move your whole body with it, or it doesn’t have the impact you want. Show me your fist,” I hold it up for him. His hands cover mine as he readjusts them,” You want to hold it like this to avoid breaking anything. If you send a punch from your elbow, it’s gonna hurt like hell. Watch me.”

He demonstrates a punch and I try to copy his movements. He stands behind me and guides my movement. His hands are warm, even on my fevered skin. We run through a few more stances and movements before we finally call it a day.

“You did great! I was worried you wouldn’t want to learn them but I’m glad you were okay with it,” Jungkook chugs water from a bottle he got from the mini fridge. He tosses one to me, which I catch,” I’d still prefer if you were around one of the other guys if shit goes down, but at least I know you can hold your own.”

“I’m sure real situations will be much different and I doubt I’ll perform as well as a rehearsed situation,” I sit cross legged on one of the mats. Yoongi’s shirt is so long on me that it goes to my knees.

“That’s what I’m here for. I can practice with you whenever you want,” He still seems quite energetic despite our hours of work. He pauses for a second before his eyes widen,” Oh! I almost forgot. I have something for you. Lets get cleaned up and then I’ll meet you in the living room.”

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I make my way to the living room. Jungkook is on the phone when I head downstairs. I wait patiently on the couch while he finishes up. Once he’s done, he collapses on the couch next to me. His hair is wet and he now wears jeans and a t-shirt. After a moment, he straightens up again.

“Okay, so I have to go and meet Namjoon to get some work done. We wanted you to have this,” He holds out a phone,” I’ve programmed everyone’s numbers in. I can show you how to use it real quick.”

He walks me through setting up my new phone, including the Face ID and passcode. He also shows me texting and informs me that he’s added me to a group chat with the guys. Apparently, they use that as a main method of communication with each other. I nod along, unsure of what I would even say.

“If you need anything, give one of us a call. We’ll probably pick up some kind of take out for dinner since we all had to go out today,” Jungkook catches me off guard by pressing a quick kiss to my forehead,” I’ll see you when I get back.”

And then I’m alone. For the first time in three days, I’m completely alone. Thoughts and emotions rush through me all at once. Too many to process, or even comprehend. I suddenly feel more exhausted than I did before, curling up on the couch with my face pressed into a pillow. There’s a blanket on the back of the couch that I pull around me. It smells like Jimin.

I’m not sure how long I dozed off but a loud sound brings me from my sleep. The sound of glass breaking is jarring in the empty house. Before I can even process the sound, I’m on my feet and running. I scramble up the stairs and into a random room, trying to close the door as quietly as possible behind me.

The smell of Jin swirls around me. I run into his closet and pull myself up the shelves like a ladder, pressing myself flat against the top shelf. My small form shouldn’t be visible from below. I can hear footsteps on the landing, and voices.

“We have to be fast. We don’t know how long they’re going to be gone,” The voice is rough and sends a shiver of fear down my spine.

“They should be gone long enough for us to find the girl. Although, this house is fucking massive,” Another voice grumbles,” We’ll have to search every room.

I hear the door to this room open and it feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I have to hope that being surround by Jin’s clothes is enough to cover my scent. Omega’s tend to have more aggressive scents, they are naturally off put more. I can hear crashing in the room and I can feel my anxiety rising. When I hear the footsteps come toward me, I hold my breath. It feels like eternity but then they’re leaving this room and moving to the next.

I scramble back down the shelves and press my ear to the wall to see what I can hear. I peek out the door and, seeing the hallway empty, dash quickly down to Jungkook’s gym. I shut the door quietly and grab the bar from the bench press machine. It’s heavy but not too heavy for me to lift of swing. I hide behind the stacked mats. Jungkook must have cleaned up in here before his shower. I hold the bar close to me, ready to swing if I need to.

I feel a slight buzz in my pocket and remember the phone Jungkook had given me. I pull it out to see I have missed a couple calls and texts from the boys. I open my phone to the group chat and type just a few words. ‘There’s someone in the house.’ Then it goes back into my pocket. I’m glad that it was on silent.

It feels like forever before I hear the door to the gym open. Once again, things are crashing around. Then, the sound that sends shiver down my spine, the mats are being pulled out of the way. Then I’m face to face with a large black bear hybrid. His Alpha scent is aggressive. I swing before I can think, hitting him across the face. We’re both stunned for a second.

“Did you just-“ He’s cut off again as I stand to my full height and swing again. This one has my full strength behind hit. This time, he hits the ground hard, his head bouncing off the hardwood. I watch him for a few moments, waiting to see if he moves. He doesn’t get up, seemingly unconscious. Blood trickles from the spot on his head where the bar hit. I drop the bar, looking around the trashed room. I race out of the room, trying to think of where the best place to hide is. I don’t really want to deal with a pissed off bear when he comes to. Before I can make it to the stairs, my path is blocked by a different hybrid. I stop in my tracks, a leopard hybrid standing before me. He takes a step toward me and I step back, my eyes flicking around for a quick way to escape.

I leap up onto the bannister beside me, jumping down to the floor below, moving on instinct. I pitch forward in a roll, leaping to my feet and running into the kitchen. I can hear the leopard hit the floor behind me. I grab a knife from the knife block, clutching it tightly in both hands. He raises both hands, approaching me slowly.

“You wouldn’t want to do that,” He’s the grumbly voice from earlier,” We both know that you don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Then leave,” There’s so much venom in my voice that it even surprises me. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me.

He leaps at me and it’s like everything slows down. His body slams into the knife, the knife piercing through without any effort on my end. He must have thought I was bluffing, that I would drop the knife and try to run. I let the knife go but it stays in his stomach, his hands going to it as he collapses to the floor.

There’s blood on my hands. Seeing that sends me over the edge. The panic hits me hard and fast, and suddenly, it’s hard to breath. Tears well in my eyes and I can’t stop them, I can barely focus. I curl into a ball, moving as far away from the collapsed man as possible.

“Y/N!” The voice sounds far away. I can’t even focus enough to tell who it is.

Hands touch me and I flinch. I glance back to see a familiar shade of pink and the smell of spiced apples wraps around me. He wraps his arms around me, carrying me away from the man. Someone is crouched next to the man but I can’t see through the tears.

“Shhhh…. You’re okay. I’m right here. It’s okay,” Jimin coos, rocking me back in forth in his arms. It takes a long time, but his tight hug and gentle humming eventually pull me out of the panic attack. I’m so exhausted I can barely move. By the time I come out of it, everyone is here. Jungkook is dragging a very pissed off bear downstairs while Jin hovers over the stabbed leopard.

“I stabbed a man,” My voice is shaky and weak.

“Shhhh….. It’s fine. You did it to defend yourself. No one is mad at you,” He nuzzles my cheek.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” The words flow out of me without my permission. I think I’m in shock. I can’t focus on anything other than the knife stabbing into the leopard.

Jimin just holds me for a while, humming softly. I doze off in his arms, the exhaustion finally crashing into me full force. When I wake up, I can hear voices. I keep my eyes closed, listening.

“Is she okay?” Yoongi asks, concern in his voice.

“She was in shock. She stabbed someone, so I can’t blame her. She’s asleep right now, though,” Jimin’s voice is soft, his breath brushing my ear.

“They must have been keeping watch. They waited until we were all gone,” Jungkook this time. I can hear pacing footsteps.

“We can’t leave her alone again. I’m not giving them another opportunity,” Namjoon this time.

“It’ll have to be one of us then. Jin and Tae have actual jobs. They can’t skip days like the rest of us,” Hoseok speaks up.

“We’ll trade off. It doesn’t matter who stays, as long as someone does. They trashed most of the rooms, but a few are still intact,” Namjoon answers this time. “I would like to know how she knocked out that massive bear,” Jungkook laughs a little. His voice is close.

I open my eyes slowly, peering up at the underside of Jimin’s jaw. I shift a little to alert them that I’m awake. I can feel all eyes focused on me and it makes me nervous. I sit up in Jimin’s lap, lifting myself up to sit next to him, between him and Yoongi. I lean into Yoongi’s side.

“Baby, what happened?” Jungkook is the first to speak up.

“I was taking a nap on the couch and I heard glass break. I ran upstairs and into Jin’s room. I climbed the shelves in the closet to the top and laid flat. After they checked it, I snuck out and down to Jungkook’s gym room. I grabbed the bench press bar and hid behind the stacked mats. When he pulled the mats aside, I hit him with the bar. Twice. I tried to run downstairs but the leopard confronted me before I could get to the stairs. I jumped down from the bannister and ran into the kitchen. I held the knife in front of me and he jumped at me. I don’t know if he expected me to drop it, but I didn’t. I… stabbed him,” My voice chokes on the last few words. Yoongi rubs his hand up and down my back in a calming manner.

“It was self defense. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Hoseok’s voice is gentle.

“He’s going to be just fine. He just needed a few stitches and a blood transfusion. You didn’t hit any vital organs and the wound was relatively shallow. He’s already started to heal,” Jin gives me an encouraging smile as he speaks.

“Honestly, you didn’t even really stab him. The idiot just ran into your knife,” Jungkook pipes up,” Who jumps at someone holding a knife, hoping they’ll drop it? That’s dumb.”

“A few of the rooms survived the onslaught. Y/N’s, Tae’s, and mine. Looks like we’re bunking up for the night, guys. The cleaning crew will be here in the morning,” With that, everyone starts to get up from their spots on the floor. Yoongi gets up and then turns to help me up.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” My words are nearly whispered but his ears flick and his arms wrap around me. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Of course. I can even share if that will make you more comfortable,” He rests his forehead against mine for a moment before pulling back. I nod, already knowing who else to invite.

“I’ll meet you upstairs,” I turn and run off, looking for a specific person. It takes me some time, but I find him outside his room, peering through the door at the damage.

“Hey,” My voice is soft. He turns to face me.

“Hey,” His lips quirk up in a smile.

“I- would you mind…?” I trail off, my nerves becoming too much. I take a deep breath,” Would you mind staying with me tonight? I-I mean, Yoongi will be there too. I-I just-“

“Of course,” He gives me a bright smile.

“Really?” I can’t help but feel shocked. We hadn’t gotten to spend much time together so I was surprised that he agreed so quickly. He’s just so comfortable to around, like Yoongi.

“If it will make you more comfortable, than I really don’t mind. I might even enjoy it,” His tone is teasing this time.

“Thank you, Hoseok,” I feel breathless. Somehow, I’m nervous that he’s going to be staying with me.

“Call me Hobi. Everyone else does,” He throws an arm around my shoulders,” Come on, before Yoongi finds a way to take up the whole bed.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Chapter Four soon!!

#bts hybrid au #bts Kim seokjin #bts jin #bts min yoongi #bts suga #bts Jung hoseok #bts jhope #bts Kim namjoon #bts rm #bts park jimin #bts jimin #bts Kim taehyung #bts v #bts jeon jungkook #bts Jungkook

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maladaptive-jcb · 9 months

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Chapter 1: Icebreaker

Jamie x female!reader fanfic

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

A quiet groan. I can hear it from two seats away from where I’m sitting. It’s almost been a month since I started this painting class where I saw it opened two blocks away from my apartment a month ago. I thought it was a perfect way to ignite my old artistic passion again. Lucky for me, it's a budget studio class, which means I don't have to break my savings just to fill up some of my free time. I work at a local bookstore and currently renting a small apartment. I'm doing good, but not amazing while living as an independent girl in this town.

I hear another sigh coming from him. Jamie first came into class around the second week I started here. I remember it was a slow day in class. I was wondering if I should even be here in the first place until I heard footsteps coming in. The way he walked in with his tussled blonde hair and iridescent eyes captured my attention immediately. Ever since then, he never missed a class. I decided to stick around after all.

“Jamie…Jamie… What did I say?” Mr. Hayes, our art teacher stops behind him as Jamie is struggling with his work. “Always check the proportions. Sorry,” he says in a low tone voice. Subtle English accent. Disgruntled look is forming on his face as he tries fixing his painting with more acrylic. Mr. Hayes pats on his back with approval and goes along to check his other students.

He's not really the worst in class. I’ve seen his work, he did a lot of good paintings except that he hates small details and proportional work.

Should I help him more? I mean, we barely talk in class aside from the occasional “Hey,” from time to time. In fact, he barely talks to anyone in here.

He shoots up a look to me.

Shit.

I didn’t realize that I’ve been staring at him for a while.

“Y/n, you’re doing great just don’t forget to clean up your finishing touches this time,” Mr. Hayes distracted my train of thoughts. “I will. Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” I give him a quick nod. I've had such a great experience so far with Mr. Hayes. He'll find a way to make one-on-one teaching lessons feel so personal to you. He's also very patient with all of us considering most of his students came in with zero prior art knowledge. I think that’s why Jamie has improved so much in just a short period of time.

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The morning is still early when the class ended and I'm now on a hunt for some caffeine to keep my day going. The café is just a five minutes walk down the road. It's called the Aroma Mocha. Since it's an hour away until my shift starts at the bookstore, I decide to have a brisk walk under the cool weather, taking it all in.

As I walk in, there are already five people in line ahead of me at the counter. I wait in line as I soak in the café’s inviting atmosphere. I see a few people inside with their quiet talks to each other. Another middle aged woman reading her book while sipping on a hot coffee. A dark haired teenage girl in the slightly hidden corner with headphones on while sipping on her cold drink in hand. I can't tell what it is but it makes me crave for an iced latte. In another corner, there's a tired college student staring straight into his laptop screen with the fast click-clacking sound of his hands on the keyboard. Just the right amount of calm and busy here, topped off with the aroma of freshly grinded up coffee beans filling up the air. It’s just such a nice morning to start. I've been observing everyone that I haven't noticed anyone getting in line behind me until…

“Y/n, right?”

I turn around and met with a tall lanky figure, silver rings on his fingers, blonde hair framing his cheekbones perfectly in the dim lights of the café.

“Oh yes. And you’re Jamie!”

He smiles. “Yep. Fancy meeting you outside the class.”

“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”

“Not at all. Pleased, really,” his eyes twinkles.

I don’t see the disgruntled, contorted face he always makes when painting in frustrations. He seems… sweet.

“Next!” The barista calls out to me.

“One iced latte, please…” I turn to Jamie. “…and whatever he’s having.”

“Coffee. Black,” he leans forward to respond. His subtle breath warm on my neck. “Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” I return his smile.

I’ve wanted to approach him so many times in class and chickened out. Crazy to think that this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

Our drinks were done at the counter after a few minutes. I grab both and hands his coffee. He takes it, fingers brush against mine.

“I’ll see you again, soon?”

“Yeah. See you again, y/n.”

He smiles and raises the cup of coffee thanking me again. I nod and quickly turns my face towards the floor hiding the warmth that's rising to my cheeks. With one last wave, I walk towards the door to leave.

“Wait!”

A surge of relief going through my body. Somehow I was hoping it wouldn't just end there.

“Do you have time to sit with me?” he asks.

I hold my wrist up and check the time on my watch. My shift is not starting until 40 minutes anyways. How long can it be to sit and talk with Jamie?

“If that’s okay,” a little hint of pleading in his voice.

“Yes, of course."

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We sit across each other at a table near the big window. His long legs brush against mine from time to time. Now that I'm actually closer to him than before, I can see his blue eyes sparkling even brighter under the sunlight streaming through the window pane. He's a little quiet at first. His fingers knotted with each other around his warm cup of coffee. It's almost as if he's wondering what to talk about. Eventually, he tries to ask me more about myself. Trying to set aside the sudden surprise of actually sitting with a new person on my day, I let myself cool down and let the conversations flow on their own. His eyes wide, yet soft as he looks at me attentively every time I tell him little things about myself. I just thought it was just out of politeness but I notice that he's actually listening to me when he chuckles and nods along to my stories. It's like every word that came out of my mouth hung around the air and he's just absorbing them all in.

"You know it's very interesting to finally hear all about the teacher's favourite in class," a teasing tone in his voice.

“Oh, stop. But you know, I've wanted to talk to you in class for a while as well."

“Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” he smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.

My heart does a somersault. He noticed that?

“Oh… I uh,” my cheeks starting to feel a little warm.

He winks.

“So what brings you to the class anyway,” my attempt at changing the subject.

“Oh, umm…” Jamie purses his lips as if he's thinking about the question itself.

"I wanted to try something new in this town. I just moved here and happened to walk by the studio and… well here I am."

“I see. I’m guessing you came all the way here from…”

“London. Yes. The accent, I know,” he laughs. Hand brushing through his beautiful locks.

“I just needed a change. What about you?”

“Oh I’ve lived here for a while. Two years now. Trying to prove to my parents that I can be independent, you know?” I tell him, quickly brushing the question off.

He nods. “You’re working?”

“Yeah. Do you know Bookworm Shack? It’s a block away from here. In fact, I should be getting into my shift in like 15 minutes now.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen it. Come on, I’ll drive you,” drinking the last bit of his coffee before he gets up.

I didn’t have time to process it. I haven’t sat in a car alone with a man for so long. Not since-

“You’re coming?” his head tilts towards me and scanning my eyes, hoping for a hint of agreement to his plan.

“I guess, there's no harm in that. Thank you."

“The least I could do for that coffee,” he gives a friendly punch to my upper arm and grinning ear to ear. Every bit of his face lights up when he does it. It feels nice to see him in a more cheerful mood than usual.

I'm not one to know much about cars. Truthfully, all cars look the same to me. If anyone would name a model of a car, no image would pop in my head at all. However, I am able to tell when a car is luxurious and expensive. Jamie's car is exactly that. At least better than the one I drove back in my hometown. It was an old car that my dad gave me after he finally saved up enough for a new one for his own. It was a little beat up but I loved it just the same. It didn't have the leg rooms as I have right now sitting in Jamie's car though. I know it wasn't the best car but it took me where I needed to and it was comfortable enough for me. Looking up at Jamie from the passenger's seat makes me feel a little shy. What do you do when someone told you to make yourself comfortable? Do they actually mean it or do they just want to be polite? Maybe I'll just play it safe and tuck my feet together and not mess with anything in here.

"Relax. The leather seat is not gonna bite you," he snickers after noticing me shifting carefully in my seat.

"Yeah, but you might," quickly giving him the same retort energy.

"Wow. Hurtful. Although, you'll never know. Hope you already got your rabid shot."

His face stays on the road but his eyes peering sideways towards me while smirking at his own joke. A giggle start escaping from my mouth and he finally lets out a big heartful laugh I've ever heard from him.

I feel myself being a lot more relaxed in my seat after that. We continue our conversations along the ride but it was cut short when Jamie pulls over in front of the bookstore. A little disappointment in my heart when I realized that I have to say goodbye to him now.

As I’m getting out of the car, he asks, “What time your shift ends?”

“6 pm. Why?” I respond back through the passenger’s seat window.

“Sounds like a good time for dinner. I’ll pick you up,” he winks again and drives away.

“Wait, I-“ Oh there’s no use. He’s gone.

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Chapter 2

Note: Hi! I'm new on here and I'm sharing my writing for the first time on the internet and thought that it'd be nice to start on here. I don't know if this will take off or not but I'm excited for everyone to read it. Do let me know your thoughts and reblog if you like it. If it starts picking up then I will continue posting the next chapter :)

#jamie bower fanfic #jamie x reader #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell x reader #jamie x female reader #jcb #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #vecna #jamie x y/n #jamie bower x y/n #jamie campbell bower x y/n #jamie bower x female reader #jamie campbell bower x female reader #fanfic fluff #romance #artist #musician

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zazrichor · 10 months

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hi! i’m sure you hear it a lot (as you should) that your art is incredible, but bears repeating &c. i’ve definitely reblogged your work before but i just scrolled your page for a bit in awe. it’s all so stunning. like i cannot think of all the words to describe the emotions i was having but basically my brain was screaming.

anyways, i’m also someone who does art and such things, and i just wanted to say that scrolling your blog made me want to get out my materials or hop on my computer or whatever and just draw for a while. i’ve been in kind of a funk art-wise the past couple days and that reminder of, like, everything that can be created and has been created is just so inspiring.

hope you have a nice day (:

Hold on, I need a minute-

Well, MY brain is screaming now! Thank you so so much! Hearing that what I’m doing here helps motivate other artists is huge for me!

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a bit because I wanted to reply with something profound to help you overcome that pesky art block but that’s just not me ghfhfgf

Yeah, grab your art stuff and create!! But remember to also take breaks. The creative juices will flow again (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

I hope you have a wonderful day as well!

#WORDS y’know #also this came at a rly good time??#the whole ai situation is draining and y’know #thank you!!!!!#i want to print & frame this afdcdvyc #zazrichasks #anonymous

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leonisdumbasallhell · 7 months

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Sorry if there’s an obvious place this is listed but I couldn’t find a FAQ, what colored pencils do you use for sketches? I’ve found a mechanical pencil with blue lead, but it’s so soft I can’t get a feel for it so I’m looking for alternatives :/

Hi! I don't have an FAQ but that's a good idea I should do that!

And bro, I love talking abt art supplies, so here we go lmao

Blocking/base sketch: Prismacolor col-erase Rose (I can't find just the rose on amazon, but if you have an art store nearby they should have the colors individually, but here's the whole pack on Amazon) Great for blocking and fill, it erases fairly well though can leave some discoloration if you press too hard, but thats the same with a graphite pencil as well. I feel the width is too chunky to do good detail work, but It's great for getting some baseline structure down.

Refined Sketch: Pilot ColorEno 0.7 Mechanical Colored Pencils Soft Blue (On Amazon, Though I also use the blue, pink, and purple pencils too, so here's the whole set) Love these so so so much, gen my fav thing I've ever gotten. They're erasable, refillable, and a great color. I will say, if you use one color a Lot like I do, they tend to break after a few years, I'm actually using the light yellow housing with blue lead in it instead of the blue housing cause it Broked. But otherwise, great pencils. The lead is a little thin and breaks easily, but otherwise, highly recomend.

Inking: Microns, .01, .005, .03, and .05 (On amazon) Microns are great, I love them, they're archival, they look good. Only issue I have is they smear if you paint over or erase them while they're still wet, but that's cause I'm impatient.

Black blocking/panel lines: Pentel Pocket brush and Micron Graphic 3MM (Pocket brush and I can't find the Graphic 3MM online???? I get it at Blick, but it's a 3mm chisel tipped pen) Love my pocket brush I've had it for like. 10 years now, it's great! It's refillable, and the pen itself lasts literally for ever. and I use the 3mm pen for panel walls, also love it, it gives a wide variety of widths with a lot of control. Great pens!

But yeah, these are what I use for my uncolored things, If ppl are interested in what I use for colors let me know I can go over those too lmao. I hope this helps! Getting the pilot pencils was a game changer for me fr tho, I love them so much!

#🔪 lore #ask

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deusvervemakesgames · 1 year

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Project RBH Devlog 0003 – Locked and Loaded

We’re a week down, three to go. I have no idea if I’m still on target or not because there’s one rather sizeable part of this project that I can’t even begin to run a time estimate on, but more on that later. For now, let’s check in on my progress.

As a refresher, by Week 6 I hope to have a fully playable micro-demo of this game. To get that to happen, the following needs to get done:

1 ‘dungeon’

Hub Area

Menus

7 enemies COMPLETE

1 boss

The basic powerups COMPLETE

SE + Music

Art

As you can see, I’ve finished the last three enemies, who I’ll introduce shortly. I also made some adjustments to the enemies showcased previously, mostly by increasing the range of their attacks. I also made terrain block the shockwave attack, so that cover will cause it to break up and create gaps in the ring.

As for the new enemies, we can start with a basic turret that repeatedly fires missiles at the player before taking a few second of cooldown between volleys.

I’m quite happy with how the missiles slow to a stop before detonating. There’s currently a minor bug with the missiles and how they interact with the player’s mercy invincibility, but it’s an easy fix I can change with a few keystrokes, I just haven’t yet. It was a fix I had to implement because of a different enemy we’ll see later.

Next we’ve got another area denial enemy. This one’s pretty simple, they fire in a circle, rotating their fire to create something of a spiral. They aren’t even aiming at the player, but the volume of bullets could prove to be something of an issue.

Not exactly a threat alone but dangerous in swarms.

Finally we have another enemy that doesn’t actually use bullets to shoot at the player. They instead have a cone attack of floor spikes.

This is the reason I needed that one fix I mentioned earlier. My damage code would recognize the attack as dealing zero damage when the attack was charging up (that is to say, when the spikes are still in the ground), and trigger mercy invincibility even though no HP was lost. This wasn’t a hard fix; I just added an exit to the damage function if the damage equals zero. That missile issue I mentioned is that the missile does not do zero damage, so the player is invincible for the actual explosion.

Next up is a minor bugfix. Previously, if you died, you would keep all of your powerups. I overcomplicated fixing this at first by trying to make a second set of variables to set the player variables equal to, but manually resetting them all is way more efficient.

While I was fixing the damage thing, I realized I forgot a powerup last week, so I added that really quick. They’re not exactly difficult additions.

Next up was the addition of Hitstop and camera shake. These are tools to help emphasize feedback to player, to make it easier to understand that you have been hit and where. Now when the player takes damage, the game pauses for a fraction of a second followed by a shaking effect with the camera. This is technically a bug, actually, as they’re supposed to happen simultaneously. I think I know how to fix it but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.

I had some issues with the hitstop actually, since the bullets use some of Game Maker Studios physics handling, and therefore will continue to move even while running no code, but I sorted that out with an empty While loop.

Which leaves us now onto the next hurdle. And it’s the big one. If anything is going to cut my time a bit close to that release date goal, it’s this.

Procedural Generation.

I plan to use the simple method of gluing premade rooms together like The Binding of Isaac rather than something more like how Nuclear Throne creates a totally random space. This gives me quite a bit of control over the encounters the player can have, as well as the environment. This is a game based around RUN AND GUN, as you might recall, and a more randomized organic shape might result in environments that clash with that gameplay.

The problem with that is that I’m not exactly a programming genius. I’m a designer, I design the backend and work with programmers who bring my design to life. Doing it myself is something I have to do because I am a solo developer but we are well outside my typical wheelhouse.

(I should note that designers should know at least a little bit of how to program, both for ease of communications with developers and coders, and to help with testing design such as parameter changes. Doing everything alone is a bit different.)

Researching how to pull this off was a pain. I mentioned before the Nuclear Throne method, and that’s the method that about 90% of tutorials cover. The method I want to use is mostly reduced to theory instead of practical implementation. However, I found a promising lead so I think I’ll be able to pull this off.

With any luck, next week I’ll be showing off some kind of procedural generation. The faster I get it done, the more variation I can add to it.

Three weeks to go.

Until next Devlog!

-DeusVerve

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#devlog #indie dev #game development #indie game #game dev #video games #rbh

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diana-bookfairchild · 1 year

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@fluffbruary Day 24

Marinette’s groan was muffled by the pillow.

“Oh, Marinette,” Tikki said sympathetically. “You need to calm down. I’m sure you’ll get it done by Christmas!”

“No, I won’t, Tikki!” Marinette wailed. “It’s impossible! And my head – just – isn’t – working!” She banged her head on the wall with each word.

“Marinette!” Tikki said severely. “Be kinder to yourself! Art is difficult, and sometimes you just can’t get inspiration. It’s alright. You just need a break.”

“A break?” Marinette snorted. “Right, Tikki. I only have five more Christmas presents to finish, another commission from the website, three orders to deliver, a speech to prepare, and of course, I need to man the shop and keep an eye out for akumas at the same time!” At the list of all the things she had to do, despair filled her and she pressed her head into her hands.

“Okay,” Tikki decided. “You need to learn to organize.”

“What?”

“Marinette, Alya is your backup as class representative. Can’t you ask her to write you a speech and help you practice it tomorrow? It’s three days away. You have time.”

“I - yes, but she’s busy with her blog, and—”

“You’re busy too,” Tikki interrupted. “If not, ask her if you can work on it together tomorrow during lunch. Perhaps Nino and Adrien would help as well.”

Marinette hesitated. “I don’t know, Tikki. I don’t want to impose—”

“When Alya brings the twins or Nino’s brother over for babysitting suddenly, do you think she’s imposing?” Tikki asked severely.

“Of course not. She’s my friend and it’s not—” She broke off, realizing the hole she’d dug herself into.

“Marinette, you have to learn to delegate,” Tikki said softly. “You can’t carry the whole world yourself. You’re not Atlas.”

“I know – wait,” Marinette said, astonished. “Did you know Atlas?”

“That’s beside the point!” Tikki exclaimed defensively. “Text Alya and ask her.”

“You can’t say something like that and expect me to just drop it,” Marinette argued, even as she picked up her phone and typed out a text asking if Alya could at least write up a draft of the speech, backtracking several times and following through only because of Tikki’s stare.

Within moments a Sure thing, girl, I’ll write it, I have loads of ideas! lit up her screen.

Tikki preened with satisfaction.

“Oh, stop looking so smug,” Marinette said without any heat, relief at losing one of her responsibilities soaring through her. “Now to get back to the needle and thread,” she said without any enthusiasm.

She hated it, but there was no inspiration for a design. The thought of picking up the needle filled her with dread. She loved designing and she loved making clothes, but sometimes, like now, she felt she’d rather do anything but that.

Tikki looked disapproving. “Do you feel like you’ll make any progress?” When Marinette didn’t answer and instead resignedly began to try to thread the needle, she added: “Marinette, you already spent an hour and a half on this. Why don’t you try to get something else done while the inspiration is gone? Maybe some time outside will get you out of the rut. I’ve known plenty of artists for whom that has worked.”

Marinette looked up with interest, setting the needle aside. It did seem like a good idea. “Really? Like who?”

Tikki sniffed and dove into Marinette’s purse as she got ready to go down. “I’m not allowed to tell you, sorry.”

“That’s a pity,” Marinette said with genuine disappointment, thundering down the stairs. “Maman!”

“Marinette?” Her mother looked surprised to see her. “What is it?”

“I’m ready to go do the deliveries,” she said.

“Are you sure?” Her dad asked concernedly. “You said you would be busy with other projects all day. We were considering going ourselves, or hiring someone else.”

Marinette made a face, grabbing the packages and kissing her parents on the cheeks. “I’m having a bit of artist’s block.”

Dad looked sympathetic. “Creating art is always difficult.”

Her mother patted her cheek fondly. “Maybe a break will help.”

“That’s what Ti—thought! That’s what I thought! Bye!” She rushed out before she could give up any secrets. She strapped the packages to her scooter, and set off to Nadja Chamack’s place first.

“Oh no,” she groaned. She’d just delivered the second package, practically across the city, and had spent only fifteen minutes inside. In that time, a snowfall had begun. A warning rang out on all news screens, to stay off the roads. “Tikki, what am I going to do?”

“I’m not sure, Marinette,” her kwami replied. “You’ll have to stay put.”

“I haven’t even finished the deliveries,” she griped.

“No one can blame you for that during such a sudden storm,” a voice came from behind her, and she spun to see green eyes she knew very well.

“Chat Noir!” She exclaimed in happy surprise. “What are you doing out? Is there an akuma?”

“Nope,” Her partner sounded as cocky as ever, swaggering towards her. “I saw a princess out alone in distress, and thought I had to step in.”

“Oh, are you my knight in shining leather?” She batted her eyelashes at him, and saw him laugh.

“Something like that,” he agreed. “May I escort you back home then?” He asked, holding his hand out to her.

Marinette bit her lip. “I still have one delivery to make. . .” She fretted.

Chat Noir frowned. “Your parents won’t mind if you miss one in this weather.”

Marinette shrugged. “They won’t, but I will. I don’t like leaving a job undone.” Even now, her fingers twitched at the lack of control she had over the speech she was supposed to make in a few days.

Chat Noir was giving her an odd look. “Alright. I can help you make it, and then take you home.”

Marinette lit up. “You will? Thank you, kitty!” She kissed his cheek.

Chat Noir … blushed? Shifting from foot to foot. “Yeah, uh, no problem, Marinette.” He took her arm, made sure the scooter had been parked safely in the free parking space (which made Marinette’s heart skip a beat at how thoughtful he was), and then leaped into the air using his stick.

Marinette laughed from the sheer thrill and joy of it. “You know, I thought people would be more scared or sick when I took them like this,” he mused as they landed on the roof.

She didn’t know how to tell him it was only because she was used to the sensation of being hefted around with him or with her own yoyo.

“Well, I’m hardly ordinary,” she quipped in a distraction, but to her surprise, he glanced at her and his whole face softened.

“No,” he said quietly. “You certainly aren’t.”

Unsure what to make of that, Marinette stared at him. He blushed and turned away. “Your delivery’s near the Grand Paris Hotel, right?”

“The next building,” Marinette nodded.

“Great. It’s on the way to your house from here.” And sure enough, within twenty minutes Chat Noir had her on her balcony.

“Thanks, Chat Noir. There’s no way I would’ve gotten that done half as fast without you,” she said, leaning against the railing. The snow was still falling thick and fast. “I need to tell my parents I’m back and that I made the deliveries.”

“Yeah, of course. And don’t worry about your scooter,” he said. “I’ll get it tomorrow and bring it here.”

“You will?” Marinette blinked up at him in surprise. “Wow, I er. . . didn – I mean can’t – I mean don’t know what to say.” She stammered, feeling her heart pound.

Chat Noir grinned arrogantly. “You don’t need to say anything. Your feelines are written all over your face,” he purred.

Marinette snorted. “Whatever, kitty.” She turned to go down, but slipped over the sheet of ice and snow coating the balcony and braced herself to hit the ground when Chat Noir easily caught her.

“Easy there, Princess,” his chuckle vibrated through his chest, and Marinette squeaked. He was strong, she’d always known that of course, but there was something about being held in his arms, pressed up against him, that made him seem all the more solid. “Maybe I need to accompany you down there to make sure you don’t grievously injure yourself.”

“Maybe you should,” Marinette breathed before she actually thought it through. As soon as she heard what she said, she had a full blown panic.

Chat Noir looked as taken aback. “I should?” He echoed in bewilderment before composing himself. “Well of course I should. Glad you’ve seen sense Mademoiselle,” he took off an imaginary hat and waved her forward.

Marinette smiled as she felt her anxiety melt away. This was Chat Noir, her beloved partner. There was no one around whom she felt more comfortable.

“In the middle of a project?” He asked interestedly when he saw the state her room was in.

Marinette cleared her throat in embarrassment. “Something like that,” she said. “I’m trying to make Christmas presents for my friends, and some were easy, but some just won’t come out right.”

“Well,” Chat Noir said as they jumped down the door. “Maybe I can help you.”

“I’m sorry, kitty,” Marinette said mock solemnly. “But I don’t think you could.”

“Why not?”

“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror in costume? Your fashion sense is terrible. All leather, leather, leather, and not even the tasteful kind,” she clicked her tongue, not mentioning that she found him very handsome.

Chat Noir gasped in fake horror, putting a hand to his chest. “You have mortally pawfended this cat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“You have nine lives, don’t you?” Marinette said dryly. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

She heard him laugh delightedly as she opened the door of the kitchen and saw her parents worriedly whispering. “Did you just make a cat pun?!”

“No, of course not!” She denied defensively, as her parents cried out in relief and ran to hug her and wring Chat Noir’s hands in thanks.

The cat just smirked at her as her parents forced him to stay for dinner, winked and mouthed: “Course not, Princess.”

#fluffbruary 2023 #fluffbruary #miraculous ladybug #marichat #pre relationship #mutual pining #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml tikki

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camirazone · 10 months

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Fellas, I have a unique conundrum.

Okay, well, maybe it’s not THAT unique, but I thought “well tumblr has a bunch of smart people and I’m not very smart so I could use the help” so uh

You know how people have like, art block and whatnot? Well, I’m kind of the opposite. I am unable to stop making art of whatever I feel like, when I’m done with one piece I will immediately get to work on another.

This isn’t even like a job thing either, I’m just constantly wanting to draw something regardless of how my back feels and how strained my eyes after like 10 continuous hours of making stupid shit or how I’m probably wearing out all my stuff as a result. While it’s nice to be getting out of an (at the time) 4 month long art block god I am physically incapable of taking a break, only really taking short breaks to get food and talk with family and sorta exist for a little while before I head back into the grindset of “no i HAVE to finish this right now or i will perish”

(it being artfight season does not make those matters better for once i’m glad the site crashes a lot because it makes me have to hold off on the grindset for a while)

The thing is, unlike before I just can’t seem to feel burnout. Some things I don’t finish but just feel like making anyways (which I’m pretty sure that’s fine) but like damn.

I think this stuff might be a result of my meds I’ve been taking since April (which is when my sigma grindset began), and now I’ve had to take like 3 anxiety pills before I go to bed so I’m sure that definitely helps slow down my creative drive (if only this trait of mine would apply to ACTUAL life skills i need like actually being able to talk to real ass people)

this probably also has something to do with AuDHD but I don’t feel like jumping to conclusions it’s 1 am

#vent #the grindset never ends when you're in the company of camira and friends #REAL SIGMA HOURS

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gis4greenandgreenisgre4t · 2 months

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so twomad died while I do not think he is a good person nor I do think he should be celebrated that’s honestly kind of a scary death to me. scary because as a black person w mental health issues and issues w social media, i often worry about spiraling and things like that. like a bit of giz lore but back when i was active on edeetwt (which is why i have pr04n4 content blocked teehee) I was only on Twitter for abt 4 months yet i had over 3-4K tweets. I was a severely lonely, insecure and isolated kid (since i was 15-6 then) and i fell into the rabbit hole of social media bc it was the closest thing i had to genuine human connection. and it made everything so much fucking worse. even though i (can confidently say) have grown from this, there are still echoes of the kind of person i used to be in my life. i still find myself being addicted to social media (though I try to take breaks and once did a one month stint off tiktok!!). i still find it hard to communicate and interact with people bc those feelings from that time are still in the back of y mind.

now PLEASE don’t get me wrong, I have never harassed, assaulted or threatened anyone, or done anything twomad has. Worst thing ive ever done in that era was like purge, and listen to yagami yato unironically. but what scares me is that i COULD spiral like that. I COULD become the kind of person that repeatedly hurts others and finds no fault within themselves. I COULD literally die and no one would give two shits about it until my corpse started inconveniencing them because I wasted my life being an awful irredeemable human being. And that’s literally my worst fear.

but honestly thank god that I’ve got loving family and friends who see me and care abt me. Thank god I can actually give enough of a shit abt myself to realize when I’m hurting myself. Thank god I’ve got my life of art and fashion and culture and learning and the world at large to keep me going. Thank god that I don’t want to leave this planet knowing that I didn’t do anything to help anyone in need.

#giz rants #I still flop sometimes but I imagine I always will so I don’t care as much #this has been something sitting w me that I’ve been wanting to get off my chest #and btw if u find urself stuck on the internet and alone and upset there IS a way out #you CAN get better #you may not be ready to grow just right now (as w me) but inshallah it wil come to you #or you’ll come to it #maybe one day it just snaps together and the sun is a little warmer than usual and you can take your first step #and it doesn’t have to be big #maybe just an hour a day/week #maybe a light walk outside #point is you have value you are important you are not disgusting you can change you make yourself pure if you want #Water must be clean before you drink it and you can be clean #🧽

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makaias-trashheap · 1 year

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(So this was a request from my other blog. My first blog was originally for this green haired tsundere before I expanded it so he always has a special place in my heart)

Mira sighs in frustration at the blank page in her sketchbook. Her most recent assignment was just to sketch a male portrait and for some reason she was struggling with it. She’s looked up multiple reference photos to use for inspiration but hasn’t been happy with any of her previous drawings. She glances at her phone when she gets a text from Midorima asking if they were still meeting today. She replied with a quick yes saying she was home and to just come in the door would be unlocked. She put her phone down going back to her sketchbook attempting to start again. She was mostly through the basic outline when someone knocked on her door. She sighs putting her sketchbook aside and standing up already knowing who was at the door.

“You know I said you could just come in. I left the door unlocked for you.” Mira said opening the door.

“It’s rude to just walk into someone else’s home nanodayo.” Midorima plainly states fixing his glasses.

Mira rolls her eyes smiling and moves to let him in, “Come in. Excuse the mess.”

Mira followed Midorima into the apartment, stopping in the living room to look around. Being his girlfriend did not spare her the not so subtle judgmental looks he would send her way now and then. Like the one she’s receiving right now after seeing the crumpled up pieces of paper, pencils, and erasers that littered her living room floor and chair.

“I tried to warn you.” Mira simply shrugged, moving past him to start picking up the mess.

He stands there watching her another second before moving to help her clean up, occasionally inspecting the paper he’s picking up.

“What is all of this?” He finally asks, standing up and smoothing out one of the papers.

She turns her attention to him, “One of my failed attempts at my most current assignment.”

He looks back up at her from the paper, “Assignment?”

She nods. “Yeah I’m in art school right now and my class assignment was just a male portrait.”

“And it hasn’t been coming along very well I take it.”

“Not at all, technically they’re all pretty sound, but I just don’t like any of them.”

Midorima throws away the last paper and looks back to her, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Mira shrugs, “Not really unless you think you can model for me.”

At first it’s just an offhanded response to his question, but after a second of serious consideration she stops and looks at him.

He notices after a second and quickly shakes his head, “Mira no, that is not happening.”

“Hey you offered, come on, I’ve had art block all week so far and this is due in two days.”

He continues to stare at her for a second before sighing and looks away from her, “What do you need me to do?”

She smiles at him and looks around grabbing a chair and moving it by the window, “Just sit here and don’t move until I tell you to. We can take breaks if you need but I should still get it done today.”

Midorima nods sitting in the chair a little stiffly, “Like this?”

Mira looks over him and smiles, “Try to make this as natural as possible. And make sure you’re comfortable, you’re going to be in whatever position you choose for a while.”

He shifts a bit to get comfortable before turning back to her, “Is this ok.”

She looks at him again, picking up her sketchbook and charcoal pencils from the floor and moves to where she’ll be sitting to see how everything should look.

“Can you turn your head a bit more towards the light?”

He does as she asks, glancing in her direction for approval.

She smiles at him and nods, “Perfect, like I said if you need a break to stretch or use the bathroom or need something just let me know, I can always move my lamp by you if need be, natural lighting is usually better.”

He nods thanking her and then she gets to work on her drawing, working off of the outline she’d started before he showed up. A little over an hour into the process she looks up to check on him.

“Hey, still doing ok?”

He nods not moving from his position, “I’m fine.”

She smiles going back to work looking between him and the sketchbook. Mira stopped a bit later setting down the sketchbook and pencil.

“You can go ahead and get up and stretch. I'm taking a break for a second.”

Midorima nodded getting up and stretching, “Are you nearly finished?”

Mira looks down at her sketchbook and nods, “Just about, mostly just shading at this point. Thank you again for helping with this, I really appreciate it.”

“Just don’t expect it to be a common thing to happen.” He grumbles looking away from her.

She smiles and goes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for both of them before going back into the living room. He takes the water nodding thanks.

“Ready to get back to it?” She asks taking a drink and setting her water aside.

He nods setting the water down and getting back into his chair. She settles back down getting situated to start drawing again. She looks over her drawing as she finishes and looks up at him.

“Alright you can get up now, I’m done.”

Midorima gets up and stretches again and then comes over to look at the drawing.

She looks up at him and smiles, “What do you think?”

He looks over her shoulder down at the drawing, “It looks good, I’m impressed.”

She looks up at him and smiles, “Thanks. I actually have something to turn in now.”

She closes her sketchbook and looks at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, I’m sorry I kept you here for this most of the day.”

He looks at the time and shrugs, “I planned on spending most of the day here anyhow. So I guess how it was spent doesn’t matter much. I should head home though, it’s getting late.”

She nods towards the kitchen, “Did you want to get something to eat before you go?”

He shakes his head, “That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

She smiles and nods walking him to the door, “I’ll see you soon.”

She leans up and kisses him on the cheek, causing him to blush slightly and grumble before quickly kissing to top of her head and rushing out the door saying goodbye. Mira chuckles closing the door behind him.

#knb scenarios #knb midorima #knb x oc #knb fluff #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x oc #kuroko no basket scenarios #midorima shintarou #shintarou midorima #midorima x oc #midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader

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arece · 7 months

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Hi Abby, I realy like your stories, you are one of the reasons I decided to share my stories here too ♡ Could you give me some tips on how to write (and maybe share your thoughts on my story please)? I started with Hannibal, I think it is a good show for your dark fics too. Have a nice day ☆☆☆

I can’t even put into words how this makes me feel. For years i’ve had inspirations from other authors and little writers who have brought me to where I am today, to the choices of my career and what I’m studying in college. To be a small piece of that for someone else? Its honestly left me breathless in the most prettiest way.

Now, what I’ll say might not be what you’re looking for, but its the truth for a lot. A cliché because that’s how they work. Writing is a craft, a craft you can only perfect in a way that’s personal, a way that’s yours. No one will be ever fully able to tell you how to write; but they can advise you on what might help guide you to write.

It’s taken me so long to reach where I am in my writing and even then I’m still not close to reaching my full potential, I never will, really. With each piece you write, no matter how long - even a simple sentence - you grow your craft, develop your writing. Any case, here’s some things i’ve realized so far in my short journey as a writer:

1. Probably most cliché of all: you’re already a writer. You’ve written a sentence? Congratulations, you’ve done what a writer does. Now, that’s not me putting down the hard work authors do to create their art, it’s the fact that you’ve tried. You put in effort, work, and love. That’s what a writer does.

2. Writers block will always happen, no one’s able to avoid it, it will happen to you. Now, there’s no concrete solution to get rid of it, even as i’m typing this I’m fighting a large writers block. This is because there’s so many possible causes that lead to you’re writers block. However you can attempt to treat it, little things to make it less harsh. Go back to your roots, what brought you to loving writing in the first place.

- Share your work with people you love.

- Play music that just hits, that makes you want to write something based on it.

- Watch your favorite movies and tv shows.

- Most important, don’t force it, don’t make yourself lose your love for writing, it’s okay to take a break and give yourself the space you need to write again.

3. Never pressure yourself, if you’ve noticed something is pressuring you with writing, immediately take a step back. Writing is supposed to be a safe space, a creative outlet. Don’t let whatever is pressuring you to destroy that peace.

4. Never let online posting scare you out of sharing your work. At the end of the day that piece of writing is yours. It’s your baby, your pride, and never let someone ruin it for you. Don’t let interaction discourage you, because one loving person who’s thoroughly enjoying your writing is better than thousands of empty likes, and sometimes that one person ends up being you. If you need to, think of your online postings as an archive, a place to keep your precious artwork.

5. Your writings gonna change, it will never stay the same, don’t let that scare you. The change can happen fast and for different reasons, but it’s a good thing, I promise. It means you’re learning, growing. The change can happen especially fast when you’re getting used to posting online when it’s something new for you. While I was writing Heart to Heart I would go back to the first chapter after each new chapter - kinda a bad thing for me, it scared me seeing how different it was, it made me feel inconsistent when in reality I was growing into my writing.

6. There’s no one way to write or to make yourself write. This is one part no one can truly guide you on, it’s something you mess around with to find what works for you. Maybe you like to be messy, spur of the moment. Maybe you’re more neat, consistent. While writing Heart to Heart? I was a mess. I had a single notebook dedicated it, scribbled with useless notes and ideas, some even written sideways on the page - I didn’t even use half the ideas because they contradicted other points! Sometimes you might just need a space to throw your ideas even if they’re a weird garbled mess, just to get it out there to organize at a later date.

7. Don’t be afraid to leave stuff out, you don’t have to use every single idea, sometimes they just don’t work with that particular piece. Save it for a rainy day.

8. Don’t be afraid to move on. As you grow as a writer you also grow away from your routes and interests. This one can be the hardest, you will lose some readers and that’s okay, hopefully they’ll find what they need from a different writer as you gain new ones. It’s better you let it go when you’ve given it your best than to hold on and ruin a relic of something you once loved. (i’m sorry my john wick readers)

Your writing is beautiful, I was so excited to read it that I read over it twice while I was on the bus to work, haha. Please, keep posting, whatever type of content it maybe, as long as you enjoy doing it. I’ve followed you because I’m excited to watch you grow as a writer, excited that I’ve found someone who has a passion. Reach out for any and everything, I want to be there for it all, even if it’s something as minor as editing! I’m sorry this is so long, I got carried away haha. Welcome to posting and may you have the greatest time!

- Abby <3

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