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jadewritesficshere · 11 months

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Wrecked

Eddie Munson x Reader

Content: oral (male receiving) slight sub!Eddie. Listen I just really wanna suck him

18+ only

Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the darkness in the room as the VHS shut off with a click. The light from the TV seemed harsh, jarring you from the quietness surrounding you. It woke you up from your sleepy state, heart thumping wildly as you realized you had fallen asleep against Eddie. Eddie, who talked a mile a minute and told you interesting facts while watching movies, who had gone silent almost an hour ago as you started to drift off. Eddie, who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand lazily drawing patterns on your arm where it rested. Your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. "Sorry," you yawned as you sat up," Did I fall asleep?"

Eddie blinked slowly before smiling," Don't worry 'bout it. You need to rest." You lazily smile at him as he stands up. He stretches slowly, joints popping that remind you that neither of you are near your teens anymore. He reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, shirt traveling up just enough to give you a sneak peak of his stomach. Pale skin that showed the stark colors of the dragon curled over the top of his belly button. The dragon that had it's mouth open as if it was blowing fire, fire that actually was pink scars courtesy of the demobats. The scars that he always had a different story for when people saw ("I got attacked by a bear." "A witch cursed me." "I didn't eat my vegetables." "I used to defuse bombs").

Your eyes caught on his belly button, the stupid piercing he got claiming "a dragon had to have a hoard". The blue light from the tv causing the jewelry to glint, showing a kaleidoscope of rainbows in the opal gemstones. Your breath caught at the smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. Down to the band of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Plaid boxers peeking over the hem of his pants obscured your view of the slight v shape of his hips. The TV light providing the perfect amount of light and shadow to show the slight definition of his abs he had gained from long hours as a mechanic.

The sting from biting your lip pulled you from your casual perusal of Eddie's frame. Eddie who hadn't even noticed and was waving his hands around talking as he stared off at the wall,"- but those are just rumors. I mean if they do make a movie, it better be close to the book. No creative liberties. I want to see the book come to life, ya know? I want the dwarves to have full beards, especially the women and-"

You stand up abruptly," Shut the fuck up." Eddie pauses at your abrupt words and movement. Silence spans a few seconds as he notices the glimmer in your eyes," Excuse you?" You hum, running your eyes up and down his frame. Eddie was definitely a man, no longer the boy you had met in high school. He had filled out more, had some scruff on his jawline. His sweatpants had a hole in his knee and there was a stain on his shirt, but he had never looked more beautiful to you. And you had never wanted to fuck him more.

Eddie tilted his head slightly, untamed and frizzy curls bouncing as he tried to decipher the look in your eye. "I will gladly listen to this conversation, but I can't pay attention right now. Not when you're," you wave your hand gesturing to him," that!" Eddie scoffs," Excuse you? That?." One step is all it takes to get in his space, Eddie instinctively taking a step back.

You push on his chest, firm beneath your open palms, causing him to stumble back into the couch. He lands with a grunt and looks up at you with a look of exasperation. He goes to open his mouth to say what you're sure is a snarky remark, but all thoughts leave his head as you grab his knees spreading them open and kneeling in front of him. His jaw drops as he stares at you between his legs. You bat your lashes at him in what you hope is a seductive look, but let's be honest, both you and Eddie suck at flirting. You trail one hand up from his knee, barely touching as your fingers dance their way up his thigh. His cheeks flush, a beautiful dusty pink that spreads down his neck towards his chest. You wonder how far that blush goes as you lift the hem of his shirt.

Eddie is staring at you, frozen in time. You clearing your throat as you tug on his shirt knocks him from his reverie. "Yeah, okay, fuck uh yea." He leans forward enough to pull the shirt over his head. You lick your lips at the expanse of tattooed skin you see. You lean in, trying to decide where to start. You look up through your eyelids at him, slowly licking the happy trail, that definitely made you happy. The image of you licking his skin, peering up at him through your lashes, was burned into Eddie's retinas. Eddie's knuckles were white as he gripped the couch cushions. His stomach flexed unintentionally at the warmth of your tongue. The small whimper he let out fueled your desire, heat pooling low in your stomach. You nip and suck at his hips, one hand resting on his thigh, the other curled around his back to bring him closer to you. You pulled back after adding a lovely red mark that you know will fade to a bruise.

You can't believe you had fallen asleep next to this man, now the only thoughts involving a bed also involved cardio. You lightly trail a finger over the prominent bulge in his pants, earning a sharply inhaled breath and a buck of his hips. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, voice lower then you've ever heard. You lick your lips as your hands reach for the hem of his pants and-

"Wait!" Eddie startles you, and you glance up at his wrecked face. "Huh?" You blink a few times starting to pull back," Do you not..?" "No! No I do!" Eddie clears his throat and grabs the pillow next to him," I just...you should be comfortable..." His face flushes as he holds the pillow between you two, causing you to chuckle. You grab the pillow and put it under your knees, even if you don't need it. "Thanks baby. You're so thoughtful." Eddie preens under the praise, looking smug. Your hands return to his waist band, tugging his pants and boxers down. He lifts his hips to help and-

You've never thought a dick to be pretty before. Sure, you've seen some good ones but this? He's long, curved slightly to the right. Precum beading at the top of a head that is flushed so red it's almost purple. A prominent vein trailing the underside of his dick that you want to lick up. Curls around the base that were trimmed but still unruly. The tension is thick as you stare at his dick, wondering where to start. He twitches under your heavy gaze. "C'mon, don't make me wait.." Eddie mumbles. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll be thankful." You snap back, watching the man pout slightly. For all his bravado and extroverted demeanor, he has no power here and he knows it.

But you decide to have mercy on him as you flatten your tongue against his dick, deciding to follow the vein from his base to his tip. Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine followed by a "thank you", but you don't really care. Yes, it feels good for him, but this is also for your pleasure. You swirl your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting the salty essence. Eddie's hand finds the back of your head instinctively, not using any real force or grip. When you fully envelope his tip with your warm mouth and suck, all coherent thoughts of his are gone. He barely can remember his own name. One of your hands holding his hips back so he can't thrust up, the other wrapped around his dick slowly moving up and down.

Eddie sits there babbling nonsense, he never could stay quiet for long. And you wouldn't want him to, his moans and groans like music to your ears. You pull off of him earning a whine. Eddie's face is flushed, bangs stuck to his forehead, a slight sweat broken out on him. He looks down at you with those big brown eyes like you just kicked a dog. "Please? Fuck, please baby? Don't stop."

You smile up at the wrecked man, the man begging for you to continue. You can feel the light pressure of his hand against your head trying to push you closer to his groin. You could make him beg. Make him wait. But he looks so good like this, you want to see him completely blissed out. You inhale deeply before lightly putting the tip back in your mouth. Eddie has no time to mutter a thank you before you fully sink down on him. Your nose coming flush with the hair you admired earlier, taking him deep in your throat without gagging. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Eddie pants above you, lost in the feeling of you. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, bobbing up and down along his length. He was a twitching writhing mess beneath you. You lightly palm at his balls, adding enough pressure to have Eddie moan. It didn't take him long before he came with a loud groan, hips bucking without a pattern. You swallowed it to the best of your ability, some leaking out and dripping down your chin.

When he was done, you pulled off him with a pop. Eddie's chest heaved as he panted above you. Eddie looked down from the ceiling, not sure when he had thrown his head back in ecstasy. You swipe the cum off your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with his. "Jesus Christ," he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a chuckle. You hum and smile up at him. Eddie lightly grasps your biceps, tugging you to get up,"Not sure what brought that on, but I think its time for me to return the favor. Get up here."

#Listen Eddie deserves to have his entire world view changed through a good bj #Blow him so good you blow his mind #Also idc if he is older that man cannot flirt #He is just a funky lil dude who is a terrible flirt he gets like 0 bitches #BUT even tho he is terrible at flirting I would still suck him off like any day #like call me a succubus the way I'm gonna succ your buss- okay no that...no #Unless.... 👀#Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things smut #Gonna post this a SECOND time as uh not even my mutual saw it so...idk why but let's try this again #If yall let this flop you don't even deserve him 😤#Jade is Talking

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hanakoofthejungle · 9 days

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HuskerDust watercolor fanart based on the fanfiction, Casino of Love by @artwaterfall. The fanfiction, in turn, was inspired by the Overlord Husk AU created by @celestialalpacaron.

Drawing timelapse

This scene comes from Chapter 15 where Husk and Angel went on their first date at Fizzmodeus' restaurant. They had lobsters. Angel did not know how to eat a lobster so Husk came to the rescue. Basically, they just abused the hell out of that poor dead creature. (It occurred to me: Where does the lobster's soul go? Does it end up in hell, watching its body being consumed?)

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Angel tried again to pry the shell off still looking over to the side. “Am I doing it?”

Husk barked a laugh so loud the pianist looked up frowning.

“Ya gotta look at what ya doing.”

“Ugh,” Angel deflated and let the lobster rest on the plate, “ maybe I shouldn't have lobster.”

“Here,” Husk got up and walked behind his chair. He laid his hand over Angel's and resumed trying to pry the poor crustacean body.

Angel blushed at the proximity, Husk was practically whispering into his ear about the damn lobster but Angel had trouble focusing with the overlord's hand on his own.

Still Angel butchered the first half of his lobster and screamed in joy a little too loud at having half of it done. People downstairs looked up at them again, frowning.

Husk was still helping him with the second half, juices and lobster bits flying everywhere at Angel clumsiness but every time they joined stares at each other, he would find the cat laughing along with him.

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Now why did I choose this scene to draw? Because it is fun, simple, wholesome couple interaction and very relatable. It reminds me of the time when I had lobster for the first time in Brussels, spending more time to crack open the lobster than actually enjoying the dish. Turns out lobster did not taste that great, but at the least the group of elderly American at the next table got a good laugh out of watching me and my friend absolutely butcher that lobster :)))

Having never watched Helluva Boss, I had to look up what the inside of that place looks like, but mistakes ensure due to that very wrong heart shape and lack of patterns on the wallpaper. I was lazy but hey at least I got that lamp thingy on the table right :))) As usual, the clothes are the focal point of my fanarts, "a beautiful deep blue, floor length dress, there was only one shoulder strap and a lace veil came from it all the way to the floor behind his shoulder" and "freshly pressed black suit with a deep blue tie that matched Angel's dress". Husk's suit in this drawing is not actually black but a mix of ultramarine and sepia. I usually don't use colors straight out of the pan, but mixing them. I made an exception in this with the lake red color of Husk's wing. I forgot to draw the wings before I did the line art, so I need the color at its strongest to cover the line art which was not supposed to be there.

My tools still include pencil and Leningrad watercolor. I have been using that watercolor set for over 10 years and it is still the best watercolor set I have ever had. This time I use the Blue Uni-ball pen by Mitsubishi Pencil instead of black M&G gel pen. The line art looks much smoother and the waterproof blue ink added a nice touch to the drawing. I expect nothing less from one of the best pen manufacturers out there.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #husker x angel dust #overlord husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel husker #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #angel dust hazbin hotel

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blu3cl0v3rs · 7 months

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Summary: Morro does a little magic trick for Lloyd!

Warnings: None

Prompt: Wands | Illusions

Extra: An AU where Morro doesn't die, but rather gets extremely injured so he returns to the monastery. Also he meets Wu like 5-10 years before Wu recruits any of the ninja. Set in season 1 after Lloyd joins the ninja, but before Lloyd's revealed as the Green Ninja. I'm making Morro give everyone nicknames, so Lloyd is sometimes referred to as "Lulu".

"Be safe, Ninja," Wu said as the four ninja leaped from the flying ship with some 'whoops', their weapons transforming into vehicles as they fell. The other four on board, Nya, Wu, Lloyd, and Morro, watched until the color-coded ninja were out of sight.

"Are you sure you don't want me tailing them? You know they aren't the most careful, Sensei," Nya asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I believe Jay has been… skimping out on his work on the Bounty, and you are the only other knowledgeable person on this ship on the inner workings of it," he replied. "Now then, I must meditate."

Morro watched as his sensei went inside. Nya sighed in disappointment as she stomped over to the control center to fix whatever Jay had left haphazardly unfinished. Lloyd groaned and slumped onto the railing of the airborne ship.

"Careful, a fall from this height could be a doozy," the elder cousin joked as he walked over, forearm crutches clicking on the old wooden deck.

He ruffled the blonde locks cut into a crude bowl cut, much to Lloyd's dismay, as the young blonde swatted away his cousin's scarred, calloused hand playfully.

"So what's got ya down, Lulu?" The wind master gazed at his usually hyper counterpart with concern.

"I jus- this is all my fault!" he yelled, frustratedly slamming his fist onto the railing. "I was the one who freed the Serpentine, I was the one who caused all this! An- and now the Ninja have to clean up after me, and I… I can't do anything to make up for it!" Droplets stung the corners of the blonde's eyes, throat seizing as he shoved his face further into the sleeves of his black hoodie.

Oh, Morro thought. In hindsight, he should've seen this coming. "No, Lloyd, this isn't all your fault. Well, yes it's mostly your fault-" Lloyd's wince did not reassure him that what he was saying was right. Well, sue him, he's shit at comforting people. "But you're not the only one to blame. You were sent to a school that idolized bad behavior and 'evil' acts, so when you were cast out you'd obviously want to prove yourself to them."

Morro locked eyes with his cousin, stormy grays of violent winds and gentle breezes to bloody reds. "But, you are making up for it. You obviously regret it, and jump on every opportunity to help right your wrongs."

Lloyd broke contact, mulling over his cousin's words.

"Besides, every great hero needs a tragic backstory and motive to be good," the gray eyed man joked.

Alright, Morro thought while looking at the blonde still sulking over his mistakes, that didn't work.

An idea sprung into his head, and the wind rustled in response, which peaked Lloyd's curiosity. As he peered over his sleeves, some sheets of origami paper glided over to the pair, then started intricately folding themselves into shapes. The younger watched, awestruck as the patterned papers formed into butterflies and birds and dragons. One even rolled up tightly into a wand-like stick, then handed itself to Morro. Once the papers finished folding themselves, a few instruments arrived as well; an acoustic bass guitar, a flute, and a viola levitated patiently, as if waiting to be conducted.

Morro slowly raised the paper wand, Lloyd watching the tip like a cat watching a laser pointer, then swung it down, then left, then right, then back up and repeated the pattern. The origami creatures swayed in dance slowly as the instruments began to play themselves. The bass strummed steadily, the viola bowed itself with a melancholy sound, and the flute hummed in harmony with the viola. The butterflies fluttered carelessly, the birds soared in simple patterns, and the dragons pranced along the railing.

Then, the bass froze, and the viola's sound became tense and angry as the dragons lunged after the birds and the flute quietly trilled high notes, adding to the new panicked sound. The butterflies flitter and dodge out of the way of the speeding chase between the birds and dragons. The bass struck back in harshly with firm chords, and the birds were cornered. The viola and bass softened and quieted down as the flute played a sorrowful, legato melody with the butterflies spinning above the dragons and beleaguered birds.

The butterflies dove, whacking the dragons away from the avian origami, in sync with the viola bowing out a high note. The bass struck chords as the dragons fought back, the flute and viola playing in harmony with each other as they struck together to beat the dragons.

The bass played an apologetic solo as the dragons lowered their heads in submission to the other creatures. The birds and butterflies accepted the dragons with a sweet trill and a few harsh notes from the flute and viola, respectively. The three types of origami beings then whirled together as the instruments played happily. Morro ended it with flair as the viola played a complicated lick, the bass belted one last chord, and the flute whistled with intense vibrato.

The elder dramatically threw the wand into the air as the paper origami settled to the deck, and the instruments returned from whence they came. Lloyd marveled over the display as he clapped.

"That was so cool! How did the instruments play by themselves? Did you use string to make the paper things move? Could I do that?! That was awesome!" He exclaimed, motioning his hands to accentuate his point.

Morro chuckled at his cousin's perkier mood. "It was all a little wind, Lulu. Nothing more."

Lloyd's eyes sparkled, an even deeper amount of respect growing for his black and green haired cousin. "That was just your powers! But… how? All those moving parts, I could never keep track of all of them! And you can play instruments without touching them? How long did that take? Isn't it suuuper hard to learn?"

"It's just years of practice. Wu taught me how to play the flute so I would be able to play the Sacred Flute, and I picked the bass and viola up because string instruments sound cool."

"I thought it was called a violin?"

"That's a different instrument. A viola sounds lower than a violin."

"Ohhhhhh. Cool!"

"Yes, very cool.

#morrotober 2023 #ninjago #morro #morro master of wind #morro ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago #ninjago morro #just in time #the ninja are briefly mentioned #nya and wu are there for like 2 seconds #I FORGOT TO TAG THIS AS #green cousins #greencousins #i'm so disappointed #in myself

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memethebum · 1 month

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Got a very late new Valentine’s Day fic out :)

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“Should we do it this Wednesday?” Maka questioned as she set her book onto the edge of the sofa, only to receive a muffled “mmmm” from Soul as he slightly shifted his head on her lap and continued to scroll past an array of crotchet patterns he’d looked up on his phone.

“Wait…isn’t Valentine’s Day this Wednesday?” the Deathscythe then added before gazing up at Maka and allowing her to see the slight dusting of pink that’d settled across his cheeks.

“It sure is…” the young woman sang while trying not to roll her eyes at how her partner had no problem pushing their chests close together during their makeout sessions but seemed to become a bashful schoolgirl at the thought of moving their annual baking date to the one day of the year where stores could shove expensive junk down society’s collective throat.

“Why, does the Last Deathscythe need to spend the day mapping ways to avoid his fangirls?” Maka then finished, earning her a snort from Soul.

“I was just askin’. It’s kinda funny how I can’t even remember the exact year we started doin’ that,” her partner added before Maka slowly began to conjure up the memory of gifting Soul a gray heart-shaped cake right before Valentine’s Day.

The young woman couldn’t help but giggle as her memory began to deviate towards how she had to explain that the color gray was a symbol of friendship while the color black was a symbol of love in Death City to Soul once noticing the cheerful yet disturbed way he’d been eyeing the cake.

They’d baked each other a cake each year after that, causing Maka’s recollection to also become muddled about when exactly they’d started that specific tradition.

It’s hard to remember stuff like that when I’m finally trying to move us up a step the young woman then thought as Soul tipped his head upwards in order for their eyes to meet.

“Sure, why not? Baking a cake for ya’ sounds a lot more fun than trainin’ any day,” the Deathscythe mumbled, probing Maka to raise her lips into a smile and then lean downwards to plant a kiss onto his forehead.

“Sounds like I might’ve stolen someone’s heart?” Maka retorted with a sarcastic lilt to her voice, all while secretly hoping that a bottle of black food coloring would be all she needed to answer that question.

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“Maka,” a voice whispered from behind the young woman, causing her to set down the textbook she was holding and turn her head around to meet Tsubaki’s fervent gaze.

“Here’s the book cover you wanted. I’m hoping it turned out alright, since I didn’t have much time to add in the finishing touches after Black*Star and Angela set the stove on fire,” Tsubaki exclaimed while holding out a velvet book cover that had a set of small black music notes embroidered onto it.

“Oh, no it looks great! I seriously can’t thank you enough Tsubaki,” Maka replied before eagerly taking the item from her friend’s outstretched hands and rubbing a finger over the slick notes that danced to a melody only she and Soul knew about.

“Of course! Anything to make you two finally confess and let others know you’re taken, not that there’s-erm anything wrong with making out before that,” Tsubaki then exclaimed, causing Maka’s heart to skip a beat at the newfound knowledge she’d gained from her friend’s explanation.

Maybe we shouldn’t have kept eating lunch alone this past month Maka thought as she watched Soul give Kilik and Black*Star a shark-toothed grin and then begin to walk in her direction.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in class,” Tsubaki then hummed before picking up her bag and regarding Maka with a reassuring smile in farewell.

“What’s the matter?” Soul questioned as he continued to walk towards Maka, forcing her to quickly toss the book cover into her bag and turn to the side in order to face him.

“Oh nothing, me and Tsubaki were just talking about…homework. You ready to go?” the young woman responded while slinging her backpack onto her shoulders and then proceeding to lace their fingers together.

“Yea, I just gotta take care of somethin’ real quick. You should go on ahead though, especially since you’re always complainin’ about not having enough time to eat,” Soul added, eliciting a huff out of Maka.

I wonder whose fault that is the young woman thought before feeling her eyes begin to slowly trail towards Soul’s upturned lips.

“F-fine. Don’t make me wait too long though,” Maka added, probing her partner to let out a low giggle in response. He then raised their hands in front of him, placed a quick peck onto her knuckles, and began to jog past the row of seats as the young woman felt her face flush at the unanticipated form of affection.

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Maka let out a low sigh as she fished a mint out of her backpack pocket and began to slowly tear apart its wrapping.

She then tapped on her phone screen and felt a sense disappointment begin to bubble within her after realizing that 20 minutes had passed since lunch began, which left Soul and her 15 minutes to engage in some quality time together.

Anything to make you two finally confess and let others know you’re taken played through Maka’s mind, causing her to wonder if Tsubaki’s words held any merit besides the high she and Soul got from swapping spit.

What if Soul doesn’t really want to be with me? I guess I couldn’t blame him…since I’ve always been a bit pushy about the way Mama and Papa ended up. But, he also isn’t the type to be all touchy with a girl just to calm his hormones down… Maka pondered while leaning her head onto the brick wall she was sitting against.

The young woman then flitted her eyes close for a few minutes before hearing a set of footsteps rustle against the grass that covered the training grounds around her.

“Seorry I’m-uh lawate,” Soul spoke over the silence, probing Maka to look up and find him devouring the last few bits of the sandwich he’d packed for lunch.

“I finished my lunch 10 minutes ago! Where were you even at?” Maka rebutted as she plucked another mint from her backpack pocket and tossed it upwards for Soul to catch.

“Oh-uh I had to go explain to Sid that me n’ Star weren’t tryin’ to skip last week but had to uhhhh-help Marie move some desks around in another class,” the Deathscythe then stammered out while taking a seat in front of Maka and then plopping the mint into his mouth.

“Why didn’t you tell me that was the reason you skipped class last week?” Maka questioned before watching Soul’s scarlet pupils immediately dilate from the question.

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” the Deathscythe replied with a quick shrug, leaving Maka to mull over each of the tell-tale signs of when he was trying to get away with a lie.

Why would he need to hide that from me? Does he not want to be with me anymore and just trying to let me down slowly? Or is it…the young woman internally questioned while trying to suppress the memories of her papa coming home disheveled and reeking of alcohol and cheap floral perfume.

“Hey, you alright?” Soul then mumbled, probing Maka to flinch in surprise as he gently pushed a few strands of her wispy hair behind her ear.

“Yea-yea I just…”

No, he’s not Papa. He’s Soul, the most loyal, sweet, and eh…attractive partner I could’ve ever ended up with Maka noted while snaking her arms around the Deathscythe’s spine and pushing him closer towards her.

“I’m just a little mad about you making me wait so long,” the young woman mumbled before feeling her nerves shoot out from her chest as Soul giggled against her.

“I think I know a good way to make up for that,” her partner added, causing Maka to let out a snort and then slant her lips against the grin he’d plastered onto his own face.

The young woman then released a low sigh as she felt Soul gently palm one of his hands against the back of her neck, forcing her mind to immerse itself in nothing but their erratic connection.

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“REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE CRUMB COAT!” Kid shouted while Maka began to stroll out the Death Room.

“GOT IT!” the young woman shouted in the reaper’s direction before shutting the heavy doors behind her.

Alright, I’ll bake the cake today and let it chill overnight. That’ll leave me enough time to get the scrapbook finished Maka noted while flipping through a thick stack of polaroid pictures and turning the corridor leading towards the school’s front entrance.

Ugh, right I have to think up a good excuse for not baking the cakes together…the young woman attempted to solve, only to stop dead in her tracks when she saw Soul standing with a girl ontop the school’s large stairway.

She was too far to discern what they were talking about, although the other girl’s stiff posture caused her heart to race.

Maka’s eyes then shifted towards her partner, who maintained his usual calm demeanor before suddenly blushing at something the other student had said.

No no, that can’t be it?! Maka thought as she noticed her partner and the girl exchange small notes of paper before the girl began to descend the stairway.

She watched Soul slowly run his fingers through his misshapen locks of hair and then walk back into the school, causing her to bolt towards the nearest bathroom.

It probably isn’t like that. I was probably imagining all that blushing and…Maka thought while shutting the bathroom door behind her and slumping her back onto it in defeat.

I-I’ll just have to step up my game a little. Yea, I’ll just doll myself up a bit…just so he knows what he’ll be missing out on if he leaves the young woman decided before tightening her clutch on the pictures she’d been holding and then turning around to face her partner once more.

#I have no idea where the motivation to write this one even came from #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #tsubaki nakatsukasa #ao3 fic #meme attempts to write

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broken-clover · 7 months

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2- Stars

Technically this one was gonna be for a different fandom, but 80% of the way through I thought it didn't fit the theme well enough and relocated it. Despite it being a little more spur-of-the-moment, I'm still happy with how this one turned out!

Today's is a little fluffy date piece with Giovanna and Ramlethal. Please note that while I intend to make the usage of constellations as realistic as possible, with how hemispheres work and where different easy-to-see nebulae are located I ended up taking a bit of artistic liberties. A little ironic, since I've got a whole headcanon about Giovanna being autistic about space. Oh well...

“There. It’s riiiight…”

Ramlethal felt the hand around her wrist direct her finger westward until it was pointed at a cluster of spots.

“There. That’s the Carina Nebula. It’s one of the easier ones to see, so it’s a good spot to start with.”

If she squinted into the night sky, she could swear there was a tiny hint of red between the whitish dots. “That’s it up there? Wow…”

“Pretty view, huh? Told ya that Illyria’s got too many lights to see the really good stuff.”

Of course, Ram was half-sure that part of the reason she’d been invited to a scenic hilltop at night was as a dramatic romantic gesture, but Giovanna wasn’t wrong in that regard, either. She hadn’t been aware of the sheer amount of color that was visible in the night sky.

“So what’s in it?”

“‘What’s in it?’ Geez, Ram, what isn’t in it?” An elbow playfully nudged her in the side. “It’s got a whole bunch of open clusters, it’s got the most luminous star in the Milky Way, and it’s got these things called Wolf-Rayet stars in ‘em, so that probably speaks for itself why I like looking at it.”

Ram laughed, and Rei perked up, unsure if the mention of wolves involved her or not. She lowered her head again with a huff, and Giovanna scratched her between the ears. She ducked back under the legs of her telescope, delicately twisting the knobs and slightly moving the position. “I’m gonna scoot over a little, there’s another one that looks really good through the scope.”

While her girlfriend worked, Ram looked back up at the sky. She had already lost track of where she’d been directed to before, but any part of the sky was nice. After a few casual outings, she knew enough to spot a few patterns. The summer triangle, Aquila and Cygnus branched off from it, Sagittarius. She still wasn’t quite sure that they looked like swans and people and snakes and horse-men, but it was easy to get swept up in Giovanna’s excitement when she showed them all off.

“I know they’re big,” Ram said. “I know they only look so small because they’re so far away. But it still feels like I could pluck a few out with my fingers and hand them to you.”

“Heh! Well, then we’d have a biiiig problem, because now there’s a giant ball of plasma burning everything.”

“I’d do it anyway. If you asked me to.” She replied, only for her face to scrunch as she broke out into more laughter. “I’m sorry, that was very corny.”

“Very. But I like corny. Speaking of…”

Giovanna gestured for her to approach, still staring into the scope. The Valentine squeezed in close. “What are we looking at?”

“Here, put your eye up to the lens.” Gio took a step back, allowing the other to take her place. “Don’t jostle it too much. You see that big glowing spot? That’s the ring nebula.”

There was something round and bluish right off-center in the telescope’s view. “It’s shaped differently from the other one.”

“Yep! That one’s made of an old star that’s breaking down. It’s changing into a white dwarf and dumping old parts of itself all over while it does.”

“So…that one’s dying?”

“All of ‘em do, after enough millions of years,” she nodded. “But all the stuff they shed flies around space and ends up making new ones.”

Ram went quiet for a moment, thinking to herself. “You don’t think that’s sad?”

“Sad? Maybe a little.” Giovanna sat back on the hillside. “I think it’s cool. Every star’s made of pieces of old ones. Sometimes they make other stuff. Y’know, all the stuff on earth originally came from space. Plants and rocks and water ‘n all that. People too. We’ve all got little pieces of space in us.”

Ramlethal continued staring through the telescope. She wondered how far away the stars had to be. She wondered how bright it had to be in order to be seen from so far away.

“I wasn’t made the way humans were. Are there still pieces of space in me, too?”

“Probably.”

It wasn't a very convincing answer. She continued to look. Behind her, she could hear both Giovanna and Rei moving around.

“Hey. Ram. Look at me real quick.”

Reluctantly, she did, and as soon as she turned, there was something warm against her face. The suddenness made it difficult to process, and as soon as she tried, something else wet slobbered along her arm.

“Rei, down!” Giovanna stepped back from the kiss to lecture the dog. “I had a moment going! I was gonna- augh…” She put a hand over her face. I was gonna do a thing where I went ‘well here, you can have a little of mine,’ but now the whole thing just feels weird.”

It was a little weird, but Ram thought it was weird in a good way. “I like that you tried.”

“I just didn’t want this whole thing to end up bumming you out.”

She nodded. “I get it. But I’m having fun. I like spending time with you.”

The two of them sat down together, using Rei as a pillow and watching the stars as they continued to twinkle.

“Can I ask you a question, Giovanna?”

“Eh? Yeah, always. What’s up?”

“Why was the ring nebula corny? I’m still confused.”

The woman was silent for a moment, then snickered to herself. “It’s- y’know what? Let’s wait a couple years ‘n come back to it.”

“It’s going to take me that long to figure it out?”

“Nah, it’s just that with how much I paid, it’s gonna take me a while to save up.”

“...I still don’t get it…”

“Heh. Ask your sister.”

#Frog Writes #Comfortober #guilty gear #giovanna #ramlethal valentine #gioram

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moshieee-but-evil · 2 months

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Random question, do the actual marking on the floffies (probs didn’t spell that right-) like, do the shapes/patterns look different for each emotion? Because I know the marking colors depend on the emotions they formed from, but I wanted to know if the actual markings looked different with the emotions their based off of, or is it just the colors that apply to emotions?

I figured I’d ask with this one of your accounts since when I went to look at flofies it was on this blog

( mostly got it right it's floffis no e)

No not really usually they only different in shape depending on the type of Floffis not the emotion

Dream floffis and cloud floffis are the floffis that have consistent emotion markings,

Infected floffis lost those markings during the infection process, while da- *gets shot*

Also i'm reorganizing how the blogs work so that might change but for now ya ty

#asks #floffis #types of Floffis #floffis lore

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whimsyqueen · 2 years

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In Defense of Freytag's Triangle (sort of... it's still a little yucky)

Okay so if you've been on my blog for even a little bit of time, you've seen my recent post where I answered an ask about Freytag's Triangle and why I thought it was kinda dumb and not really necessary anymore as far as fiction-based written storytelling goes.

I still maintain that this is true, you can find that post here.

However, there is a reason that it has been utilized so long, and like I even said in that post, it definitely has its place! I said in one of the reblogs as a response, I got my Bachelors degree in Theatre with a specific focus on theatre history and text analysis from a dramatic perspective! That being said, I know a lot about Aristotle, the triangle, and how it's a pretty good method for onstage storytelling.

I mean shit, we as people love a formula, and we've used that one for SO LONG (we as western storytellers. I highly recommend you seek out the reblog from @moonscribbler because she adds some wonderful thoughts, and the article she linked was AMAZING to read as far as nonwestern storytelling and narratives written by authors of color goes)

Most of my quotes, of course, come from Jane Alison's Meander, Spiral, Explode, which at this point we all know I'm obsessed with and uphold as an incredibly formative work for me in my graduate writing process. She definitely talks a lot about how the triangle is pretty bad, but also how we need to reformat our thinking about these sort of shapes, and consider them as storytelling PATTERNS instead, more specifically comparing them to patterns that appear in nature! (I promise I'll make a big post after this about the ones that aren't just the triangle, which I'll now refer to as the wave!)

So, the triangle, which is now the wave. Waves, unlike Freytag's triangle, are a much more interesting and excellent way of structuring a narrative. On top of just the beautiful rise and rest of the wave, right, you've got the tension right before the break, and the absolutely fantastic crash that would represent the climax. Additionally, as my professor pointed out in class, sometimes if you're staring directly at the wave right before it breaks (and depending on the TYPE of wave) you can see fish and other living creatures inside of it. Interpret that how you will as far as storytelling and novel structure goes. There's also that lovely moment of peace you get right after the wave crashes and right before the next one begins (my fiancée @destiniescollide likes to call this the "post nut clarity" of the story)

All of this is beautiful and cool and wonderful BUT I SPECIFICALLY WANT TO CALL ATTENTION TO ONE PARTICULAR QUOTE that I feel like you little story fiends will latch onto regarding the structure of the wave specifically. This is from page 73 of Meander, Spiral, Explode:

"Writers can articulate a narrative wave by modeling parts other than the peak– symmetrical moments on either side, for instance. A late scene might reflect an early one, with similar objects or places but now in a different light, clarifying what's changed."

That's mainly where my love lies with this, and one of the few redeeming things about the wave/triangle model. If you stop thinking about everything as building to the peak, and structure your story using ALL PARTS of the shape itself, you might end up with something that far more interesting while using a relatively typical model. Like, for example, if your story has 5 scenes, or 5 chapters, you could structure them like this: A, B, C, B', A'

Ya know? You could have the reflection of the wave itself help to tell the story, and end up with some really beautiful, symmetrical moments.

I don't have much more to say on this, I just didn't want you guys to get the idea that the triangle model was ALWAYS WRONG (it actually does quite well for the majority of live theatre (except for you absurdism, my love)). I'd love to hear any thoughts anyone has about this, or anything anyone wants to add just because!

I'm gonna tag a few people who asked to be mentioned in these posts, and if you also want to be tagged in my writing posts in the future, please let me know and I'd be happy to add you to the list! @approximately20eggs @faeriegutz @moonscribbler

#writeblr #my writing #creative writing #writing #writers #writer things #writers on tumblr #writing advice #grad school #story structure #writing resources #writing research #Jane Alison #writing reference #fiction writing #about the author

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seething-fire · 2 years

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How I think the Sanders Sides would look if they were real

Warnings: mentions of weapons, but only as tattoos

Logan:

Tall boi, like 6’2 (187 cm)

He’s pretty pale, like could get a sunburn anytime, anywhere, kind of pale

His hair is naturally curly and blond, but he colors it brown because he got tired of all the blond jokes

I don’t really know how to describe the length, but all of it covers his ears, but doesn’t quite hit his jaw

He has acne scars on his cheeks and along his jawline

When he has more than two days off, he lets his beard grow (but not because he’s ashamed of his scars, he just likes having a beard)

Some freckles around his nose

DIMPLES

Stocky

He doesn’t lift weights, but he’s just a solid guy, ya know?

Has been asked if he’s a football (American football) player because of his build

Light blue eyes

Only wears square glasses

Immediately puts on some kind of woven bracelet when he gets home

When he’s not at work or school, he wears those gray sweatpants you know what I’m talking about

Only has about a million shirts with science and space puns on them

Has a pair of fluffy slippers that he loves

Patton:

He’s just a bit shorter than Logan and Virgil, so he’s 5’9 (175 cm)

His skin is gorgeous, a rich tawny shade

Dark wavy hair that almost reaches his shoulders

He’s kind of lanky; he’s thin and has long legs

Brown eyes (He likes to describe them as a “cocoa” shade because of his love for chocolate lol)

Has faint smile lines because he smiles so much

Has a slit in one of his eyebrows (not on purpose; gardening accident)

Likes to wear glasses in fun shapes or circles

When he’s at home by himself, he’s sporting the cat hoodie and boxers we all know this man doesn't wear pants if not necessary

He also loves socks with cute designs, so whenever he’s with his friends, he shows them off

Loves rings, especially ones that have hearts, or some other kind of shape/pattern

Paints his nails a new color every week

Tiny pride flag tattooed on his thigh

Enjoys experimenting with makeup, so he wears eyeshadow and lipstick sometimes

Roman:

He’s 5’7 (170 cm)

His skin is a warm sepia

His hair is pretty short, but long enough to make a quiff (yes, that’s how he wears his hair)

Currently it’s the natural color, but before he cut it, it was blue

As far as his body goes, he’s muscular

He could be considered ripped

Wears smaller shirts than he needs to so he can show off his muscles (think Steve Rogers)

Deep brown eyes

He has a small scar on his right cheek (He’s learning to love it)

*Loves* tattoos, so he has a few small ones

There’s a sword behind his ear

A crown on his shoulder

A rose on the inside of his right wrist

And a Disney quote along his left forearm

He thinks of himself as a art museum and those are his tiny pieces of art

He lounges around the house in a muscle tank and athletic shorts

Paints his nails with Patton

Virgil:

Another tall boi; he’s 6’1 (185 cm)

He has dark brown skin

Bright purple fade, and you cannot change my mind (he loved the purple hair on Thomas)

The top is a bit long and very curly (He has 4C curls)

Hazel eyes

He’s chubby and has a cute belly

He’s got a little bit of extra fat on the sides of his lower rib cage, so when he’s home alone, he goes shirtless so he can see it all

He really adores the way piercings look, so he has a couple

A bar in one of his ears

An eyebrow piercing

And a lip ring

He also likes tattoos He and Roman may or may not get theirs done together

But Virgil is covered in them

He’s got some music related ones (you know one of them has to do with MCR)

A few small skulls here and there, spider webs on the skin in between his fingers

Things that symbolize mental health struggles

Jack Skellington ;)

And just a few random ones (a very small goldfish on his ankle)

He just wears boxers when he’s by himself so he can see all the art all over his body

But when there are other people around, he wears band t shirts and pajama bottoms

Janus:

Short king; 5’6 (167 cm)

His skin can be described as terra cotta, almost

Long, dark hair

He puts in a bun when he wears his hat

Has a similar build to Logan, but he’s shorter, so it looks different on him

His shoulders are broad, and his legs are on the shorter side

Has been described as “solid”

His eyes are a stunning deep deep brown

Also has dimples

May or may not have acrylics

He likes to get snakes painted on them

Permanent dark circles under his eyes

Tongue piercing

We know he can ROCK a skirt, so he wears them a lot

But when he’s by himself, he wears a fluffy white robe, no matter the weather

Because of the aesthetic, obviously

He also saves his money for designer jewelry, so over the years, he’s slowly acquired a nice collection of expensive stuff that he wears all the time

Remus:

Somehow much taller than Roman; 6’0 (182 cm)

Like his brother, he has the same beautiful skin tone

He has a curly mullet (his hair is naturally straight, but he got a perm)

It’s shaved on the sides

Has two slits in both eyebrows

And dark brown eyes like his twin

He’s the thinnest out of everyone

Has a couple face tattoos and piercings

Septum piercing, snake bites, eyebrow piercing

A tiny garbage can tattoo on his temple

“pull the lever” across his jawline (yes, it’s an Emperor’s New Groove reference)

He also thought it sounded metal as hell

A dagger on his neck

And a small “x” under his eye

Always wearing eyeliner and black nail polish

Wears punk clothes

Even in his down time

Chains, patches, safety pins, diy clothes, all of it

HUGE platform boots

Still hasn’t taken his hospital bracelet off since the last time he was there

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders #ts logan #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus #ts remus #sanders sides headcanon #thomas sanders sanders sides #tss headcanon

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Consider me tardy to the party but! Dear Miya,

Like a great band once said, "It's not too late. It's never too late."

“Hey Miya. It’s that time’a year again, where I have an excuse t’send ya sumthin’ nice an’ have ya ‘on m’mind. I wanted t’apologize, fer bein’ so short wit’ ya lately. I dunno. Mebbe ya’ve noticed, mebbe ya’ haven’t, but I have been all too aware’a it. It’s not jus’ you, s’happenin’ everywhere but that ain’t much excuse. I worry that ya’ might think ya’ done sumthin’ wrong or pissed me off, an’ that ain’t th’case either. Life’s been hard, but that still ain’t an excuse.

Truth is, yer one’a th’most steadfast people I know. I think it almost insane that we became friends off’a you kidnappin’ me. Yeah I know there’s a word fer that, an’ sum folk might reference me havin’ sum kinda syndrome or other but we both know that weren’t th’case. Truth is, when ya’ took me away, I knew there was more to ya.

Y’weren’t this scary woman hidin’ in th’shadows an’ takin’ people away. Th’bombs ya’ set around never hurt nobody, an’ shore they could have. But I always figured ya’ a woman reluctant t’do what she was doin’. Sum kinda self-destruction y’were tryin’ t’make so you could escape all th’terrible things goin’ on wit’ ya. I won’t pretend t’know what yer goin’ thru’, I don’t. I don’t think I ever will. I know them voices cause ya’ a good amount’a distress, an’ I know there ain’t much t’do ‘bout it, but I hope to help ya’ find sumthin’ one day.

Yer not yer worst decisions tho’, an’ you’ve proved that every day since then. Ya’ve taken care’a me when I been blown up in th’streets. Checked in on me when no one else has. Y’come t’see me when ever yer feelin’ social an’ I always have appreciated that. I know if I ever need anything, you’ll be right there if I ask, an’ likely even if I don’t, an’ that’s a nice thing t’know. Yer a better person than ya’ want t’say, an’ I enjoy gettin’ t’know ya.

I made ya a blanket. S’fer th’colder nights. S’got a symbol on it m’people use fer protection an’ I thought it might be nice fer ya. Anyroad, happy holidays. I care about ya’ muchly. I hope t’see ya’ soon, an’ mebbe talk ‘bout this deal ya’ got goin’. Over a cup’a peppermint hot chocolate. I’ll treat ya’ if ya’ve never had it.”

The transmission ends there, the little magitek device’s blinking lights ending. It had come in a box with a colorful blanket of browns, oranges, baby blues, and yellows fixed in various patterns. At the center, several arrow like shapes were stitched into the fabric, going across a brown strip within the blanket.

@miya-takahashi

#Narratives #Audio Logs #Bullet and Blade

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callmeoops · 2 years

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Light in the Dark - Chapter Twelve

Warnings: Mild Dixon Potty Mouth, just mild :)

Olivia woke to Daryl playing with the ends of her hair. He wasn’t pulling on it, careful to be gentle while he thought she was still sleeping. Instead, he held a small chunk in his hands, watching as the hair flipped when he ran his fingers down the soft waves. Despite the apocalypse, it was very soft. In his mind, she probably kept it long to use as a little blanket or shawl for her arms at night. It would make sense. She was often colder than she let on at nighttime.

Even the color, he mused on in his head, he found fitting: a bright golden blonde. Daryl smirked to himself, she was a little thing of sunshine through and through.

“Whatcha smiling at?” She asked, nuzzling her head into his chest. It was a bummer he didn’t sleep shirtless sometimes.

He glanced down at her, dropping the hair he had been holding to use the hand to pull her closer. It wasn’t exactly possible, he got a couple millimeters of space, maybe, but the thought that he wanted her as close as humanly possible was heartwarming. She was slowly discovering that Daryl could be quite lovey…well, in private.

“Nothin’,” Olivia had to strain to hear his voice as he spoke softly into her hair, “jus’ waitin’ for ya to wake up.”

“I’m sorry. You should’ve woken me up.”

He pulled away so he could give her a frown, “Nah. Ya needed it. Had a late night las’ night.”

“So did you.” She countered.

“Wasn’t tired.”

Olivia wasn’t sure how truthful that was. She wished she could find something or do something to help him sleep better at night. The days were often long and stressful. He needed to care of himself, to get rest to heal properly. If only it was as easily done as it was said.

Speaking of long and stressful, there was a lot of things to talk about in regard to yesterday and the current day they were going into. “What happened yesterday?”

Daryl sighed. Instead of answering her, he drew shapes into the skin on her arm. Patterns she couldn’t make sense of. For a while she thought he wasn’t going to talk about it, and she’d have to pick someone else’s brain for information.

“She was in tha’ barn. With the other walkers.” He said finally. “Been there the whole time.”

Right under their noses. She’d been right under their noses the whole time. But not in the way they wanted her to be.

“I’m sorry, Daryl.”

He shrugged, “Not yer fault. Jus’…jus’ got pissed off then. After it was over. Spent days lookin’ for that girl. Felt like you an’ me was the only ones who cared, ya know? Carol wouldn’t even come to the funeral we had for ‘er. Then tha’ pissed me off more. Ended up moving my shit away from the camp to get away from everyone. Tryin’ to shut ‘em out I guess.

“Lori found me an’ asked if I’d go look for Rick and Glenn ‘cause they went into town after the ol’ man I guess. Snapped at her an’ told her no. So she went off lookin’ for ‘em herself I guess. S’what I gathered from Carol anyway. She came to check up on me a couple times, askin’ if I’d seen you an’ Lori. Dunno what’s goin’ out other than that. Not sure if Rick and Glenn made it back, not sure if Lori made it back. Was too busy bein’ a dick to really pay much attention.”

Olivia propped herself up on her arm to look him in the face, “It was a rough day. I’m not saying you weren’t a dick yesterday, but we’re all dicks sometimes. Nobody’s perfect. Important part is what you do afterwards. If you own it and try to do better or if you blame everyone else/don’t care and stay the same – that’s what matters. And I know you. You’re going to do better for them because that’s who you are. You’re good like that.”

It felt almost surreal. Last night he could’ve brushed off her words as her being overly tired; she didn’t know what she was saying. Yet here she was, fully conscious and alert, repeating the same phrases.

She hadn’t seen him yesterday though. She was off in the woods, not with him watching him snap at everyone and push them away. That was why she could say those things.

“Daryl? Olivia? Are you two awake?” Carol called out for them. Her approaching footsteps crunched along the ground, reminding Olivia of the fall season she loved so much.

Daryl was about to call out in response, but Olivia pushed her lips to his, effectively cutting him off. He wasn’t sure how to reply to this gesture. Out of instinct alone his body wanted to push her off of him for fear of getting caught by the coming woman. The less logical part of his brain begged her to stay just as she was for the rest of his life.

She pulled away before he could make a decision. Her tiny hands cupped his face, “I don’t know a lot of things for certain in this world anymore. But there is one certain thing I’ve learned, because you’ve proved it to me over and over again: You’re a good man, Daryl Dixon. Don’t you forget it.” A gentle kiss was placed on his forehead before she got up and unzipped the tent to see Carol.

“How is he?” Carol whispered, when Olivia made it over to her. “I see he moved back.”

Olivia kept her eyes on the tent so they could change topics when Daryl stepped out, “He’s okay. Better I think. Feels bad about yesterday and knows he was a dick. Just having a hard time processing everything.”

“We had a talk yesterday after you left about him and those emotions of his.” Carol confessed, “I caught him after he’d cooled down and was apologizing to me for snapping at me.”

“He got you too, huh?”

She smiled, “He’s kind of like one of those Roman candle fireworks. He’ll fire at anyone in his way. Doesn’t matter who it is.”

The tent unzipped and they hushed up, Carol changing the subject, “Rick, Glenn, and Hershel aren’t back yet. We’re getting a group together to go searching. I know you can’t go anywhere, but I thought Daryl could go with Andrea and Shane.”

“S’goin’ on?” Daryl called out as he approached. He’d taken the opportunity to get changed while the girls were outside.

“They’re not back yet so we’re getting a group together to go look for them.” Carol repeated louder.

“Know you ain’t askin’ her to go. Not with her ankle.”

Olivia and Carol shared a smile. Olivia pipped up, calming Daryl’s worries, “She was just telling me that I wasn’t allowed to go, but that she was wondering if you’d go with Andrea and Shane to find Rick, Glenn, and Hershel.”

Daryl shrugged, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder, “Who’s gonna watch yer ass? Make sure ya stay off that ankle?”

“I’ll keep an eye on her, Daryl.” Carol volunteered. “Come on, let’s go to the house with the others. Olivia can sit on the porch.”

Daryl took off his crossbow and moved to stand in front of Olivia, crouching. She huffed at being treated like a child but didn’t verbally complain. For one, she knew it’d be pointless and for two, getting a piggyback ride meant getting to shamelessly wrap around Daryl. Actually, maybe she could get used to this….

“Not gunna comment on how heavy I am today?” She teased as they, well as Carol and Daryl, walked towards the house.

“Nah. Thought Carol was gunna tear me a new one las’ night.” He glanced over at the other woman with a smirk. “Saw the crazy comin’ out in ‘er eyes.”

Carol laughed at this but denied nothing.

Shane and Andrea were packed and ready to go out looking when the other three walked up.

“You with us?” Andrea asked Daryl and Olivia.

Daryl carefully set Olivia down on the ground next to the porch steps so she could sit, “Yeah. Know where they are?”

“Think so. Better get a move on though. Been gone long enough as it is.” Shane gestured to the vehicle.

“Ope. Too late.” Olivia muttered, watching a car come down the drive. She could only assume it was their missing members. Who else knew where the farm was?

Sure enough, it was Rick, Glenn, Hershel, and another man. Olivia looked up at Daryl. The new man was blindfolded, hobbling on an injured leg. What the hell was going on?

“Hi guys.” Olivia greeted them, “uh, who’s your friend?”

Rick and Glenn carried the man up the stairs and into the house without a word. Hershel followed along silently behind them after giving Maggie a hug.

“Good to know.” Olivia muttered.

Daryl helped Olivia up the stairs so they could actually get a response out of the two.

“What happened to you?” Lori asked, watching the girl limp into the living room after the others.

“Twisted my ankle.” She said simply. Lori moved over on the couch so Olivia could sit next to her. Daryl perched himself on the arm of the couch, never lingering too far from Olivia if he could help it.

They waited in silence for Rick and Glenn to return. Maybe they knew this guy who they’d brought back. Maybe he was an old friend. He looked young. Could be a friend of Glenn’s.

“What’s going on? Who the hell is that guy?” Shane asked the questions Olivia had tried to, though a little more forcefully, when Rick and Glenn finally returned.

Rick sighed, rubbing his hands together like he was nervous about giving a presentation, “His name is Randall. We ran into a group and had a minor scuffle-“

“For fucks sake.” Shane spat. “So you brought one of them back with you? Genius idea man.”

“His group left him for dead. He was blindfolded the whole way here, so he doesn’t know where he is.”

“You don’t think they’ll come looking for their guy? I mean, what kind of minor scuffle was this? These other guys saw your face-“

Rick cut Shane off, “The ones who tried to kill us are dead. He’s the only survivor.”

“And he’s got no one else? That’s it. That was their group? Come on man. Think this stuff through!” Shane was clearly agitated, throwing his arms up.

Olivia hadn’t thought to mention anything to Daryl, had never had much time, but Shane was making her nervous. He seems to be so angry and aggressive all the time, especially with Rick. If he didn’t like the way Rick did things then why didn’t he just leave?

Not to be confused, she wasn’t excited about this Randall being at the farm either. It was dangerous. They didn’t know anything about him or his group, where he came from or why his group had attacked Rick, Glenn, and Hershel. As far as Olivia knew, this dude was dangerous and had nothing short of a million other dangerous dudes.

“We couldn’t just leave him there to die, okay?” Rick argues. “He was injured.”

“Exactly. We couldn’t just leave this guy out there for dead.” Glenn finally spoke up, taking Rick’s side.

“The hell you can’t.” Daryl interjected, “dude and his group tries to kill ya and not only do ya save his ass from walkers, but ya bring the damn kid back here?”

Rick shook his head, “It didn’t go down like that. Kid didn’t try to hurt us. Okay. You know how it is. Groups are hard to come by; you find one for protection and you stick by them because it’s how you survive….”

He stopped speaking when Hershel slowly entered the room. The older man was wiping his hands a cloth. “I repaired his calf muscle the best I could, but he’ll probably still have nerve damage.”

Olivia wanted to scoff. So when Daryl needed stitches and care, he was a waste of antibiotics, but when this kid who tries to kill them needs medicinal supplies, Hershel talks about how the poor boy will have nerve damage. Made sense.

“How long until it’s healed?” Rick asked.

“Injury like that, about a week.”

Glenn nodded, looking around at everyone, “Can we do that? Give the kid one week? After that we take him out away from the farm and leave him? Maybe with some water and a knife?”

Daryl rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. He felt exactly how Olivia did it seemed. No one said anything though, so they left the decision at that.

“Don’t want ya nowhere near ‘em.” Daryl muttered to Olivia as the group disbursed. “Can’t trust the kid. Dunno what the hell kinda group he’s with.”

Olivia shook her head, “I completely agree. Not excited about him staying here. They shouldn’t have brought him back.”

Daryl nodded appreciatively. “‘Atta girl.”

Though she didn’t like him, Randall and Olivia both had the same goal in mind for the week: healing. Thankfully, Olivia was completing that task much faster.

By her second day of rest, Daryl quit hovering over her. He still sat on standby in case she needed him, but he wasn’t breathing down her neck every second of the day and felt more comfortable helping Rick and the others with short tasks.

Truthfully she didn’t mind him being close. It was dual purpose: he kept her safe and she could ensure he was safe. And honestly, the sentiment was nice. She’d never had anyone who cared about her and her well-being before. In the past, she was always the on worrying about someone else. It was nice to be cared for, for a change.

She wondered if this was how all relationships worked. Was it normal to have someone care about you, protect you, keep you safe? Was it normal to care about someone so much it terrified you to your core when they lay bleeding on the ground? Was it normal to struggle picturing your life without them?

Or was she just clingy, needy, and too attached to something that wouldn’t stay long ‘once they knew who she was’ as she was often told? Was it really just a matter of time?

Could she really let the best thing that happened to her in life slip through her fingers?

Tags: @azanoni

#light in the dark series #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon fanfic #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction

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btsfanficsbykj · 2 years

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Tickets to Paradise - Chapter 3

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Relationships: BTS ensemble and Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and her Smurf get ready and arrive at the massive concert!

Warnings: crowds, slight panic

Word Count: 1915

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Friday night.

The night before the concert.

I was plucked, waxed, and buffed to perfection.

And still felt like I was gonna throw up any minute.

Smurf and I had the contents of our purses spilled out onto my living room carpet, the clear plastic backpacks for the concert sitting close by, ready to be stuffed full. Exhausted from a long week, and a few ink touch-ups I had for some of my favorite clients, the anticipation and excitement fueled our tired bones as we sorted through our various accouterments.

“I dunno, should I take my eyebrow kit?” she asked, studying the little pouch, “Life Goes On” playing softly in the background.

I stared at her perfectly shaped and waxed brows and lifted a brow of my own.

“Are you expecting a wild hair to suddenly sprout mid concert?” I asked with a snort.

She huffed and gave me an exasperated smirk, tossing the kit in the “stay at home” pile.

Amid glasses of wine and our Chill BTS playlist, we managed to get our shit together and fill mostly the necessities in the clear bags. Emergency makeup, feminine products, mace (you never know), list of emergency contacts, eye drops, tissues, cough drops for sore throats, foam ear plugs, tiny first aid kits, bottles of water, portable battery chargers for our phones, ARMY light sticks, extra batteries for the light sticks, tickets, snacks, wallets, mints, and a space for any merch we may purchase.

After we deemed the bags completed, we collapsed back onto my huge couch and giggled uproariously.

“You know,” I wheezed after the giggles had fizzled out and the stark realization hit. “We may have to send your uncle a gift basket.”

Smurf choked and gurgled out a wine-flavored laugh. “You know, flowers just won’t do it, considering his rather…. hefty line of work.”

We both cringed at each other, refusing to mention the possible sketchy *coughUndergroundcough* connections her uncle had that made it possible to score the tickets.

After a moment of lamented silence, I chortled and smacked the couch’s arm rest. “A gift basket, black and grey tissue paper. With various firearms displayed in flower-like formation–” I waved my arms obnoxiously in graceful patterns.

Smurf fell off the couch, shrieking at that image.

Ok, we might have been a little bit drunk.

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Today was the day. My alarm purred loudly in my ear, “We Are Bulletproof: Eternal” lulling me awake. It usually took me a few minutes (try more than a few snooze button smashes) to drag my ass awake, but today I bounced instantly up out of bed and stumbled to the living room. Smurf usually goes back to her own place across the hall but last night we were just too keyed up.

“SMURF! WAKE UP, HO!!!”

My poor best smurf, all snuggled up on my couch after a night of preparation and soft giggles and imaginations and waaaay too much wine, jolted up off the couch and instantly face planted into the carpet.

I charged right past her, zooming for the kitchen. “Ya dead??” I yelled back at her.

“Yah, man,” came the muffled reply.

After a few cups of coffee and tea, (we really didn’t need the caffeine or sugar but hey, routine is important), we started the monumental task of preparing ourselves for the night of a lifetime. Well, the night of a lifetime for us poor, small town, bumpkin mice.

Perhaps tonight we would get a chance to meet our own version of Prince Charming… pffffffftt.

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“Ok, got everything?” Smurf asked, patting down her long curls, wiping at a painted eyebrow.

“Yeah, I think I’m good,” I responded, hiking up my black skinny jeans and settling my toes into my blue ballet flats.

We stood on the stoop of my apartment building, colorful flowers and vines decorating the exterior amid the green shrubbery.

We had hailed an Uber to take us a few blocks away from the venue, knowing the line would be ridiculous. I had slipped in a pair of Dr. Scholl’s gel inserts for comfort. Smurf had done the same with her heeled boots.

Taking a moment, I admired my dearest friend. Hair fluffed and curled, sprayed within an inch of its life. Face done up with flawless contour and shimmery eyeshadow, highlights glittering on the tip of her button nose and cheekbones. Tight black blouse hanging off of her shoulders, white ripped skinny jeans hugged her shapely legs, and black ankle heeled boots finished the image. My tattoo flashed bright and colorful down her bare shoulder to hide down inside her blouse, blue and purple hydrangeas swirling in aqua blue water, shimmering with water droplets in realistic style. She looked ready to take on the world.

I glanced down at myself and smiled. My hair hung straight down my back, the front pulled up away from my face. Soft pink sweater hung off my frame, collarbones exposed. Stretchy black skinny jeans hugging me down to my petite flats. I felt righteous. I felt like me. I felt comfortable.

A tiny voice echoed in the back of my mind…. You are not enough…

But Smurf’s hand grabbed mine and I straightened my shoulders, shoving the insecurity deep down. Not today, Satan.

Both of our ears glittered with jewelry, BTS themed matching our necklaces. Silver rings decorated almost every one of my fingers and shiny bracelets hung off of Smurf’s wrists.

We were ready. We could take on the world.

When the Uber arrived, the cute driver rolled his eyes playfully at us as he buzzed down the passenger window and leaned over to peer up at us.

“Let me guess,” he grinned. “BTS?”

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The drive down to the Big City didn't take as long as I thought. Adam, the driver, enjoyed our company and even let us take control of the music, singing along with us as we bounced and laughed. I was incredibly thankful for him, he knew just what to say to distract us from our nerves.

When we arrived just north of the massive stadium, our jaws collectively dropped. Search lights shining a brilliant purple lit up the darkening skies. Digital billboards repeated ads displaying various BTS members modeling for different products, flashy and beautiful over the streets. The huge, undulating line of ARMYs leading to the massive stadium doors curled around the roped waiting areas into the streets, past the place where we had planned to stop, and back into the distance, police directing pedestrians and traffic. Small vendors had set up places along the way, selling adult drinks and popsicles, snacks of all kinds. Gleeful laughter and singing echoed all around us. It was… incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been surrounded by such a pulsing, positive mass of energy.

Smurf and I nervously glanced at each other, hiking up our backpacks as we exited the car after paying with a generous tip, feeling extremely out of our element. Adam called to us and reached for our hands out of the window.

“Knock 'em dead, ladies. You’re gonna do great,” he grinned up at us, wiggling our hands back and forth.

“Hell yes,” Smurf replied, the confidence returning to her stance and she shook Adam’s hand, both of us thanking him for a kick ass ride.

We strode hand in hand to the end of the line, about 20 blocks away from the stadium, wondering if we should have shown up earlier. The setting sun lit the skyscrapers surrounding us in a warm glow, the air cooling with the evening breeze. It was surreal and the air smelled of food and shimmered with electric excitement.

It took hours to reach the massive doors and our legs were exhausted. But the closer we got, the more hyped we felt and the pain was nothing compared to the images playing in our heads.

“Dude, I wonder if we’ll get to see a close up of Jungkookie’s abs,” Smurf wondered, absentmindedly fanning herself with a round fan covered in an adorable image of Jimin’s sweet duck-lipped face. During our wait time, we were able to stock up on merch: fans, stickers, cds, cute BT21 purses, cute earrings, tshirts, and an adorable pair of shoes that barely fit in my backpack. I even got to pass out a few of my business cards when people asked about Smurf’s tattoo, complete with my email and website. We were about 6 feet from the doors now, the line slowly moving along.

The younger girls in front of us giggled and I winked at them as they peeked at us over their shoulders. “Of course, it's become almost obligatory!” I teased, the girls flushing and huddling close, whisper-screaming in excitement.

Security was pretty quick, considering the fact that our packs were see-through. The huge, muscled men in tight-fitting black t-shirts labeled “Security” gave us a once over, our tickets branded in our shaky hands, and waved us through. Poor guys looked tense, not people you wanted to fuck with. We got our wristbands once our tickets were scanned and the little ring of paper and plastic made it feel a little more real.

Once we were through, the crowd dispersed and we bounced our way over to the map of the stadium. Completely clueless on where to go, we quickly figured out which entryway we needed and made our way through the collection of shrieking kids, laughing teens, and excited adults. One thing I adored about this fandom was the incredible range of ages. People of all shapes and sizes and colors fanned out and congregated and laughed at each other’s signs and crazy fashion choices. There was no hate, no tension, just the genuine acknowledgement of mutual adoration for our boys.

Our poor little minds screeched to a halt when we entered the arena. The ceiling towered above us, disappearing high up behind light fixtures and wires and tiny walkways. Four levels of balcony seats soared above our heads and I was numbly reminded of the Coliseum, if this was how the gladiators felt when they first entered.

The floor lights were switched on high, illuminating the place so people could make their way to their seats. The area was nearly full, the ocean of people making me almost dizzy with how it moved. Thousands, there had to be thousands here.

Smurf squeaked at my side and clutched my arm, pointing to the front seats down in the pit, dragging my ass down the steps to the low floor of the stadium. We passed by throngs of security setting up and going over plans, I imagined. They gave us a glance and nodded, smiling and telling us to enjoy the concert. We nodded and beamed back, unable to speak at the moment.

The stage was… odd. There was the main stage with an arm stretching out into the audience, another smaller stage resting there like an odd peninsula. Our seats rested on the left of the arm, tucked into the corner, in front of the main stage, pushed back from the edge by a thick barricade. We stared up at the massive digital screen behind the stage, currently displaying music videos, the immense speakers softly playing along. The band was setting up in an alcove underneath the screen, tuning their instruments and laughing.

Smurf and I grabbed each other by the hand. This was it. This was when our lives would change, little did we know how much it would.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts concert #bts x reader #bts stories #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts army #bts/reader #bts scenarios

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cardboardclownery · 1 year

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[ SWAGGER COLLAGE TUTORIAL OR SMTH ]

Woaaaaaaah we got a special one today folks-

My dear buddy chum pal broski bestie asked me to teach it how i do my collage-y lookin art, and i figured i might as well make it available to anyone else who wants to know B]

Quick disclaimer: im not the best at explaining stuff, and also am not a professional or anything!! Listen to me or dont, these are all merely what i do when i make this kind of stuff-

Oh, and ill post the full spread im making here separately for anyone whos interested in that rather than this guide thingy :P

Since i usually like making more cohesive spreads with a certain theme or subject, i like doodling potential drawings i could use in the spread before starting!! This is very much optional, but helps a bit in case youre worried about having no ideas when you go straight into drawing. You can even plan out where youre gonna put different drawings on the page if ya want!! :]

After that, i rummage through my Trash Box for trash that matches my vision for the spread,, if ya catch my drift B]

For this one, since im making matching spreads for disposable girl and irreverent girl (weevildoing swag yknow yknow), i picked out some hot topic tags and stuff, a few tags from clothes that looked fitting, and a pretty bit of a pokemon tcg deck box i saved!! I mostly just went off of vibes and colors this time, but you can go off of whatever feels right when youre picking collage stuff -v-

Oh, and if you plan on trying out a lot of collage stuff, COLLECT SO MUCH TRASH. Find a bag, a box, anything to hold some fun looking wrappers and junk you could use. Be sure to clean anything used to hold food though, ants dont make good collage bits,, usually,,,

Now, the natural next step: gluing that junk on!! Generally its good to have some sort of pattern for how you glue your base collage bits down, like sticking to certain parts of the paper, or making a shape, using a color sequence,, though just slapping stuff on until it works for you also goes pretty well in the end if youre into spontaneity! Just trust the process and go with the flow and all that-

Oh yeah, and collage includes more than junk yknow!! You can use different kinds of paper, stationary like sticky notes and stuff, anything to add some variety in texture BP

Now for the fun bit!! Well, i find all the steps pretty fun, but the drawing part is probably the most fun for you lovely readers ;]

Not much to say here, just do whatever youd do with a typical drawing/page! I recommend trying to fill most/all of the spaces you left blank (if any) when gluing stuff down. Working around all the collage may serve as a challenge, but its not tooooo annoying once youve gotten a feel for it. You can also add some more collage here if you want -v-

Finally, the second best part (in my humble opinion): the stickers!! I usually do this last, but the order probably doesnt matter? Just kinda,, put stickers on wherever!! Try layering them, or covering doodles with them, or making new pictures with them, go CRAZY WITH STICKERS!! You can also use some paint pens or gel pens to add a little pizazz,,

Once youve bedazzled to your heart’s content, you can add any other details and finishing touches you deem necessary, and v o i l a, youve got a collage!!

Dont worry too much about things looking “right”! Ive found that art is a ton more fun when im not stressing out over how clean my work looks, its all about having fun and expressing yourself!! If something looks a bit wonky, or you think you glued something in a weird spot but cant change it, keep rollin with it! With collage in this style, mistakes are kinda part of the experience, so dont worry yourself too much if things dont go as planned

Hope this was atleast somewhat handy!! Lemme know if you want another tutorial like this or something idk-

#bobosart #bright colours cw #sketchbook #art tutorial #art advice

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obeymeoasis · 3 years

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Demon Bros React: MC Gifts Them a Handmade Bracelet

Lucifer

“Luci, I made you something for fun but I’m not sure whether you’ll like it or not.”

He looked up from the stack of papers on his desk he was trying to get through. “As long as it’s not another bill like the one Mammon just racked up, I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is. Especially if it’s something you made.”

Blushing, you got up from your chair and quickly slipped the item onto Lucifer’s wrist.

He looked down to see a bracelet made out of elastic and chunky plastic beads. Among the red and black ones, the words “My Light” were spelled out.

“That’s just the way I feel about you sometimes. Whenever it seems like there’s nothing but darkness around me, you’re always there to guide me toward the light, toward better and happier times. You’ve saved me so many times.”

You looked at the bracelet on his wrist and suddenly felt self-conscious at how cheap it looked against the elegance of his RAD uniform. Lucifer seemed to be frozen in shock as well; he sat at his desk silent and unmoving.

“If...If you want I can take it back! Sorry, I just thought-”

Your sentence was interrupted by the full force of Lucifer crushing you into a hug. He tucked your head underneath his chin and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I love it. I love you. You make my every day brighter by being with me. I can’t express how much I care-” He cut himself off, feeling his throat tighten with sudden emotion.

You hugged him back just as tightly. “Love you always, my light.”

Mammon

You were cuddling together on the couch, watching a movie. Mammon had his arms around you, one hand holding yours and the other tracing patterns on your thigh.

With your free hand you reached into your pocket to pull out the bracelet you had made earlier in the day. Bright yellow smiley face beads surrounded the word "Priceless".

"What's that babe?"

"I made it for you! Sorry it's not super fancy or anything. But I saw these beads today at the craft store and they reminded me of you. You make me smile all the time because you're such a goober."

Mammon grinned and acted mock-offended. "Hey! Is that any way to treat your first man?"

You continued, "And also, you're priceless to me Mammon. You know that right? I wouldn't trade you for anything. Not even all the Grimm in the world. You make me feel so happy and loved."

You heard Mammon's sudden intake of breath. "Y-You really have no problem saying such embarrassing things, huh." His ears and cheeks were bright red.

You thought that was the end of the conversation but a few minutes later you heard Mammon whispering into your hair. "My treasure, I love ya so much. What did I ever do to deserve ya."

"You deserve to be happy Mammon, you deserve all the good in the world. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. I love you."

Leviathan

You were in his room, him playing a game and you putting the finishing touches on the bracelet you were making. Shiny blue beads with wave patterns on them surrounded the words “My Rock”.

Quietly, so you wouldn’t interrupt his game, you placed the finished bracelet on his desk and moved to sit back down in your chair. Suddenly, his arm shot out to grab your wrist. He had paused his game and slid his headset slightly aside to ask: “MC, what is this?”

“Oh, I finished making this for you. Y-You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it! But... I just wanted to give you a small present.”

Hand still holding your wrist, Levi wordlessly picked up the bracelet and examined it in the light.

“Um... you know how my favorite animal is the otter? Well otters sometimes have a favorite rock that they keep in their pocket. And you’re my favorite, you know? Also you’re my rock because you keep me grounded a lot. Like when I get all anxious and stressed out you help calm me down. Whether it’s just cuddling or playing a game together, being with you is so peaceful.”

As you continued to ramble nervously, Levi’s cheeks began to grow redder and redder. “You really made this for me? This isn’t like a pity gift is it? Are you sure you want to give this to a-an otaku like me?”

You sighed and moved to wrap your arms around his neck. “Levi, you know I would never gift you something because I ‘pity you’. And also, I don’t understand what being an otaku has to do with anything. I’m giving you this because I love you, all parts of you.”

Levi looked at the bracelet for a moment longer before quickly slipping it onto his wrist. “I-I really like it. Thanks, MC.” He seemed to be gathering up his courage for something and letting out a deep breath he turned around to give you a quick kiss.

“S-Sorry! Sorry, I just... I’ve never received anything like this. I like you a lot, you know?”

You returned his kiss with one of your own. “I know.”

Satan

You had finished a light lunch together and now were browsing Satan’s favorite bookstore. He was looking at the history section while you were pretending to look at the bookmarks, gathering up your courage to give him his gift.

You were worried a bit that he wouldn’t like it. The bracelet itself was made out of inexpensive materials, emerald color beads and beads that spelled out “Beloved”. It didn’t seem like the type of thing Satan would wear.

He interrupted your thoughts with a tap on your shoulder. “Everything okay, MC?”

“Yeah, I was just...” With a sigh you held out the bracelet to him, there was really no point in stalling. “I made this for you. I understand if it’s not really your thing but just know the message is genuine.”

He pinched the bracelet between two fingers and began to examine it. "Beloved, huh?” His lips were quirked in a smug smile.

“Don’t tease me. But y-yeah, you’re my beloved. I never thought I’d meet someone like you here, you know? You feel like you fit right against my heart, like you’re my soulmate. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

All of the amusement was wiped off of Satan’s face and his eyes seemed to burn into you, the way he was staring at you. He deliberately rolled up the cuff of his RAD uniform slowly and made sure you were watching as he put on the bracelet, turning it this way and that to examine it.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have to think about that, pet. Because trust me when I say that I’m never going to leave you. You’re stuck with me forever.”

With a wet laugh you rushed to hug him, burying your face into his chest. “That doesn’t sound bad to me at all.”

Asmodeus

You were in Asmo’s room, helping him paint his nails. His left hand was already finished and you watched him blow on the nails, trying to dry them. He held out his other hand for you and you pretended to fiddle with the nail polish before quickly slipping on the bracelet you had made for him earlier.

“MC, what is this?” Asmo looked at the bracelet, soft pink heart-shaped crystals surrounded beads that spelled out “Jewel Of My Heart”.

“Well, I know it’s nothing much compared to the jewelry you already have” you said, nodding toward Asmo’s vanity which held a variety of sparkling necklaces and earrings. “But I wanted to give you something handmade.”

“Oh, it’s so cute darling! I love it!” Asmo pulled out his cellphone and started trying to take pictures of his wrist from different angles. “Can you help me, MC? My nails are still a bit wet and I don’t want to ruin them. But I also want to post a picture to Devilgram immediately!”

You chuckled and took Asmo’s phone from him, trying to move his wrist to get it in frame.

“I know you’re not the Jewel of the Heavens anymore. But I think of you as the jewel to my heart. You’re beautiful, Asmo. Not just the way you look but the way you’re able to find beauty in everything. Even in me, no matter how terrible I feel sometimes.”

Asmo had gone silent and you looked up to see him biting his lips, his eyes widened. “MC, that’s cheating. You can’t say things like that when I can’t even give you a proper hug right now. Ugh, you’re too adorable.”

Smiling, you held up his hand and pressed a gentle kiss against it. Asmo inhaled sharply.

“Darling, I think we can finish the other hand at a later time. Right now, there are other pressing matters I’d like to get to.” Asmo’s eyes had turned lustful and he quickly scooped you up and led you toward his bed.

Beelzebub

You were in the kitchen together, Beel helping you test a new pie recipe. Well, he was doing more eating than testing, letting out small whines until you gave in and fed him spoonfuls of fruit filling.

It was warm and peaceful, the smell of sugar and vanilla in the air as you mixed a pot on the stove and Beel leaned against the countertop.

“Oh Beel, before I forget.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out a bracelet made up of small orange beads and plastic teddy bear-shaped beads. In the middle were the words “My Strength”.

You helped him slide it on his wrist and smiled at his confused look. “I made this for you today. I saw these beads and thought instantly of you, ‘cause I always call you my giant teddy bear.” For emphasis you gave him a hug and laughed at how small you felt in his arms.

“And also, I think of you as my strength. You’re super strong, yeah, but not just physically. You’ve always been there for me, whenever I felt down or scared or sad. You give me strength when I need it most. And I hope that I can lend you some of my strength too for whenever you need it.”

As Beel looked down at the bracelet, a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re cute, MC. Thank you for the gift. And you make me stronger every day by just being with me. I hope we can be together forever.”

You reached up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and he returned it with a sudden passionate one on your lips.

The two of you stood kissing for a few moments longer until you broke away from him, smelling burning sugar. “Oh god, the filling is burning! Quick, turn off the stove!”

Beel looked into the pot, which had turned from a deep red cherry color to almost black, and shrugged. “Eh, I’ll still eat it.”

Belphegor

You don’t know how long you had been napping for, but you woke up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You were warm and comfortable, one of Belphie’s legs wrapped around your own and his arm across your stomach.

Looking down at his wrist you realized it was the perfect opportunity and slipped the bracelet out from your pajama pocket. The square lilac-colored beads looked cute against his wrist and you made sure the words “My Comfort” were facing the right way up so that Belphie would spot them when he woke up.

You thought it would have been easy to give him his gift undetected, considering how much of a deep-sleeper he was, but at your movement Belphie scrunched up his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

“MC?” His voice was bleary from sleep. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” He nodded and turned to face the other way but must have felt the beads pressing into his wrist. Confused he lifted his arm up and squinted at the bracelet. “What is this?”

You sighed, a bit nervous at how he would react. “I made it for you. It’s nothing fancy but I’ve been wanting to give you something for a while now. Something to remind you of me.”

He ran his fingers along the beads and mouthed the words “My Comfort”.

“That’s what you are to me. Comfort. When the world is too loud and my thoughts are too jumbled, you help make things quiet. You’re like a warm blanket that can muffle out the bad and the scary. I just hope that you’re as comfortable with me as I am with you.”

He remained silent for a while, rolling one of the beads between his fingers. Finally, he moved to bring your wrist to his mouth and pressed a light kiss on the inside of your wrist and then the center of your palm.

“I never thought I would get to have this, you know. A kind of love like this.” He rolled over so that you were face to face and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

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frosted-night · 3 years

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Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one. This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

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The Eye of the World Ch 39-40

Rand has an adventure through the streets and falls into the most unlikely of places.

Hey it’s later but here it is.

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched all of the show this far and been spoiled on some book things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know, and what I think I know, and what I just don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first book and up to the most recent episode under the cut. Potential spoilers for latter books.

Ch 39

Lion. Someone said the pic indicate POV. I have not figure it out yet

But- Rand POV

Changed your mind about Loial yet? Hmm?

Ok Caemlyn has the lion as a symbol

Everyone is excited and happy today. It’s to watch a guy get paraded thru the streets and jeered and mocked right? …gotta love the sadism of people I guess… /s

Mats real fucked up huh?

Ffs… Mat gets a D- in adulting for this chapter I guesss. I mean it’s not entirely his fault but still. Rand gets a B-

… I’m allowed to do that. I’m also a depressed.

And for similar reasons, man do I feel for Rand here too.

These children do not deserve this

*anyone who does anything resembling healing*

EF kids (mostly Rand): Is this a wisdom?

Everyone else: is this a -witch- Darkfriend?

Not Mat only eating food Rand gives him!

A beggar asking after the EF kids?

Wait wait wait… so like the queen does just give out money. Like feudal social assistance checks? That’s amazing.

Also… love the assumption that the begger must be a Darkfriend. Because he doesn’t take that money

Yup sure those strange shapes are nothing. /s

It’s very much your worry

It helps that you’re 6’5” and look like an Aiel dude (editor me: I not believe how much that gets brought up these two chapters)

!!! An answer on what the red and white cord colors mean? And not the one I expected. Red- for The Queen. White- against her (and implied sympathetic for the Whitecloaks). (Rand chose red b/c it was cheap) (I later learn the pattern knew he needed too)

“He did not want to get involved in Caemlyn politics.” -(Rand)

Yup everyone is happy for some good old “punish the evil one” show

Ya know considering how intricate and beautiful Caemlyn is described I understand why the show didn’t have the budget to do it justice. Fair.

Oh so they are taking the threat to the Queen very seriously. Good

Lol. ‘No I will not move just because I’m tall. Not my fault everyone is so short’

The Darkfriend beggar!

‘Nvm have my spot. Byeee!’

And it’s time to run away again!

“…he was sure he would never get another chance to see a Queen, and he hoped he would never have another to see a false Dragon.” -(Rand). Lol.

Heh. The pattern ‘I’m not making this easy for you.’

“…over the rooftops he could see some of the Palace spires…” -(Rand) looking for a good view. Oh no. Don’t. He’s gonna isn’t he?

He’s climbing some wall. (>.>)

I guess the Aes Sedai are just like ‘yup your army totally helped and we absolutely needed them. Sure’

16 horses?

“In the center of its flat bed was a large cage of iron bars, and on each corner of the wagonbed sat two women…” -(Rand) watching the procession of Logain thru Caemlyn from on top of a wall. And- “…it was the man in the cage who caught and held Rand’s eyes… Logain was a king in every inch of him… wherever his gaze swept there people fell silent… Logain threw back his head and laughed as the Palace swallowed him.” + “Logain, undefeated. No matter the cage, that had not been a defeated man.”

Also I liked how the show did it; but I’m curious to learn if Rand will note and be disturbed by Logain’s ‘fall from grace’ in the books because that is quite good too

Lol. A girl spoke to him and he fell off the wall

Ch 40

Opening pic- the flame of TV

Rand POV

Opens in a sort of dream. Because he got knocked the fuck out from falling off that wall last chapter

Oh ffs it’s ol’ Balzo. A-fuckin-course

Oh thank fuck he woke up

Wasn’t out long

Really wasn’t out long then huh? That girls is still coming down the tree

Fancy girl… too fancy

“He had only ever seen two women dressed in this fashion, Moiraine and the Darkfriend who had tried to kill Mat and him.” -(Rand) seeing he fancy woman who I totally don’t know. /s (It’s Elayne)

… but she also reminds him of Nynaeve.

Fancy boy!

He really accidentally fell into the palace huh?

Elayne! (Surprised pikachu)

Also Gawyn. K (I later learn Gawyn’s an absolute good bro this chapter)

Rand, probably concussed, “I’ll just climb back over the wall…” ??? Dude! No. Lmao

lol. Elayne testing him like a baby bird she found fallen from its nest

Have to respect a woman who carry’s around an apothecary around

Hah! She is the sort to fix sad broken strays

Oh first patient, real reassuring /s

No he is a stray.

You are a skittish horse

“Does she always expect everybody to do what she tells them?” -Rand about Elayne, heir to the throne of Andor

Elaida the courts resident Aes Sedai? Come on Rand you know this one. (Right concussion)

How old is fucking Gareth?

Also who exactly is Gareth? (Editor me- a pal this chapter)

Lmao. Rand’s finally getting it

Oh yea. He knows nothing

“I don’t like crowds.” -Rand. ‘He lied.’ To the heir of Andor.

“It’s said Two Rivers people are stubborn… Elayne ought to choose her husband from there.” -Gawyn. Pure comedy.

Galadedrid is the most infuriating name I’ve ever read. Giving a character that name is violence. (Editor me- he deserves it, I hate him)

Also he’s Elaynes half brother thru her father, Galadedrid Damodred

The people: Galad! (Affectionate) Elayne: Galad! (Derogatory)

The gate of te’veren convenience. Or not

Tbf to Galad he’s like, doing the rational right thing and whatever yea. But also, like Elayne would agree I’m sure, fuck Galad (this time at least)

What did she say exactly?! Cursing fancy girl! With curses to make Rand blush?

Gawyn is a bro tho

Head guard of the palace- Tallanvor

From comedy right back to tension

But also Elayne is the best

Huh. Aes Sedai maybe should help common people more

Deep water? Sure. No bank in sight? Elayne is right there. Also Gawyn

Huh. No rats?

Dude… that is so sad

Elayne continues to be a boss

Oh no what did he just do now?

That framing of Elaida is just excellent.

Morgase has an Aes Sedai ring.

Elayne’s mom and Elaida are really giving Elayne a good talking to in front of the entire court and some guy. Amazing

Rand finally caught up. Yes. That is Elaida

And whose fault is that? Why would they? Up to you to remind them and even make them content to be part of your kingdom. You need better PR ma’am

Ok. The fear of heron-marked swords of hilarious.

Absolutely too young yes

Wait… can Elaida also see the pattern or whatever?

Also, Elaida, consent plz.

“From this day Andor marches toward pain and division. The Shadow has yet to darken to its blackest, and I cannot see if the Light will come after. Where the world has wept one Tear, it will weep a thousands. This, I Foretell.” -Elaida to Queen Morgase and her court

“This, too, I Foretell. Pain and division come to the whole world, and this man stands at the heart of it.” -Elaida to Rand alone, about him.

No no don’t throw him in jail plz

Lol the Queen- nah imma let him go. You gonna be chill dude? Yes? Good. Ok here’s why I’m letting you go. First you sound like a hick from the sticks. Second no one looking like you would ever claim to be from those sticks. Third, this is too ridiculous to be a lie. Go away and don’t come back

Very interesting that Elaida seemed to help him there. Intentional or not?

Why mention that he’s handsome tho? Just to unsettle him then?

Rand- ‘hey why is everyone so surprised I’m from TR?’ Gawyn (to his credit hesitantly): “Wrap a shoufa around your head, Rand, and you would be the image of an Aielman.”

Oh more paranoia and feeling watched. What better way to end a chapter?

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