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yellowcabdriver · 8 months

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desperate

pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: i quit my old soul-crushing job and i’m desperately trying to finish off all wips before i start my new job svdndjsj please enjoy 🙏🏻 live laugh lovesick yuuji 🫡💕 very shamelessly got inspired by this post

nobara said yuuji shouldn’t call you.

“you don’t want her to think that you’re desperate, right?”

yeah, maybe.

but here’s a thing that a considerate friend that is nobara didn’t take into account.

yuuji is crazy about you and he is indeed very desperate for you and your attention. he is filled with joy and excitement whenever he hears your voice – it’s almost pavlovian, very embarrassing. or at least could be, if yuuji cared enough. his pride is a small price to pay to have a wonder that is you in his life.

but yuuji has to admit, maybe nobara is right. at the end of the day you two are not dating (yet, as yuuji very much hopes). you two are not even very close friends (yet, again, as yuuji hopes).

yuuji’s finger lingers over a call button under your name embezzled with a variety of heart emojis.

“at least text her before calling, you know, it’s kind of a new etiquette these days, not to call someone unannounced,” yuuji remembers nobara’s chastising. it makes yuuji hesitate. of course, he doesn’t want to seem like an ignorant bumpkin who isn’t aware of social cues. what if you’re busy? which you probably are because you are so smart and cool. and you are definitely a great texter (even if you weren’t, yuuji wouldn’t know any better because he is that much in love).

with a sigh, yuuji slides over to messages and starts typing rather pathetically “hiiii how are you???” while fighting the urge to add like a gazillion emojis to express himself better. nobara is really getting into his head, yuuji sighs. this is hard considering he is not exactly an overthinker (that would require having more than one thought and his only singular thought right now is you). a text is better than nothing, sure, but yuuji really really really needs to hear your voice. so he rushes back to his contacts and gathers every ounce of willpower to press on your name.

after almost painful eleven seconds you pick up. yuuji’s breathing hitches a little when he hears your sleepy “hello?”

he wants to throw himself from a window.

he forgot it’s almost 3 am.

“hi, um, hey. sorry, you’re asleep.”

what an absolute mess.

“well, not anymore,” you softly laugh. yuuji, though embarrassed, is so happy to hear your laughter.

“sorry.”

“it’s okay, yuuji. did something happen?”

well, kinda. obviously, yuuji’s not going to tell you that he’s just so down bad for you that he called you up in the middle of the night for no reason.

“no, nothing, i- i’m sorry, it’s nothing urgent, i better call you tomorrow.”

“are you sure? i mean, it’s…” he hears you scramble. “three in the morning. it has got to be an emergency.”

it is, just not a conventional one. yuuji violently shakes his head and then remembers that you can’t see him (why is he such a fool when it comes to you?)

“no, no, i’m sorry, i screwed up. i forgot that not everyone stays up late like me. go to sleep. sorry.”

“stop apologising, it’s all fine. okay, i’ll believe that there’s no emergency. but you better call me tomorrow to confirm that you’re okay.”

yuuji’s cheeks are burning.

“yeah, of course. sorry again.”

you laughed.

“good night, yuuji.”

“good night.”

yuuji’s fingers shake when he types the first message.

“sorry, i actually didn’t mean to call you.”

delivered.

yuuji’s eyes are not leaving the screen beaming brightly into his face.

read.

his palms are suddenly cold.

dot, dot, dot.

“it’s okay,” followed by a smiley emoji and a thumbs up. such a you thing to send. for a minute he contemplates going to sleep and maybe die from embarrassment in his sleep but something takes him over. before he can register it, his fingers start typing.

“fuck it”

delivered, read.

“i did mean to call”

delivered, read.

“i wanted to talk to you”

delivered, read.

“to hear your voice and your laugh”

delivered, read.

yuuji can physically feel the blood rushing away from his limbs when he sees three dancing dots.

“i want to hear your voice, too.”

yuuji’s head is spinning as he fights the urge to jump around the room while smiling at his phone like a madman. megumi and nobara for sure would be disgusted at this sight. he is so ecstatic that he almost misses the next message.

“ft?”

his long calloused fingers dance across the screen to quickly type “i’ll call you”.

he rushes to facetime.

you pick up almost instantly.

yuuji looks at your face, traces of sleep still present in your expression but he can see – and it makes his heart flutter – that you are genuinely happy to see him, too.

you both spent a few intimate moments staring at each other’s badly lit faces, glowing under the dim lights of your screens in the dark, until yuuji finally finds the courage to break the silence.

“so… did you sleep well?”

you quietly laugh and yuuji falls in love even harder though he thought it wasn’t possible. he can’t wait to tell the gang that being desperate pays off, and oh so well.

and what does nobara know anyway.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk itadori #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji x you #itadori x you #itadori yuuji x reader #yuji itadori #itadori fluff #jujutsu itadori #my fic

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Missing

This is so dumb. Imma post it anyway. This is more of a pure ridiculousness and fluff fever dream with grumpy mob Bucky and sunshine reader, was in the mood for a lil sassy Bucky.

A silly part 2

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE”

Bucky’s men swallowed thickly, staring lowly at their feet while he glared at them, their silence angering him more. How could they let this happen.

“So none of you. NONE OF YOU thought to keep an eye on her to make sure nothing happened to her?!”

Silence.

“I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HER WHILE I WAS GONE”

Sam and Steve shook their heads a the group, they should have known better than to be so careless, this wouldn’t have happened under their watch.

“Fucking hell, I leave you idiots in charge for 5 days, 5 FUCKING DAYS, and that was some how too much?!”

Bucky sucked in a breath, storming to his office, deciding he could tell them off later. Right now, he had bigger problems and the longer he waited, the harder it would be to get her back. His baby. His sweet heart. His angel. His everything. Steve and Sam followed, ready to search the entirety of New York all day and night if they had to.

“Buck, what do you plan on doing, she could be anywhere, we can send the team to look-

“I’m not sending those idiots” Bucky rubbed his temples before pulling up his laptop. The scowl from his face dropped when he saw the little blinking red dot on the screen. “Thank fuck, her tracking device is still working”

“You put a tracking device on her?” Sam gawked, before snorting and shaking his head. Of course the mobster did, how could he expect any less.

“Well, now you see why I did” Bucky shrugged, turning the laptop for the other two men to see. The coordinates weren’t near them but it didn’t matter. “I don’t get how the fuck she ended up there, but we have to go now, lets go”

Bucky couldn’t help the tick of his jaw, the twitch of his fingers as they drove down the streets to get to her. He narrowed his eyes as they neared the location, he didn’t care what or who he’d have to face, he would get her back if it meant he had to burn the cutesy little house to the ground.

The three men hopped out of the black SUV, guns and knives in check, taking long strides to the little porch of the house and straight to the door. Bucky wasted no time, his fist flying to the door. As soon as it opened, he stared down at you, his jaw clenched, chest heaving.

“Where is she”

5 Days ago

You yelped feeling a warm soft ball of fur brush by your legs as you restocked some flowers your stall. You looked down to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking up at you, a sweet little white kitten slinking around your ankles.

“Oh hello” You giggled, as the feline purred, rubbing herself and nuzzling into your leg, lifting her paws up so you could carry her. You smiled, cradling her in your arms; her perfect silky soft fur and gold jeweled collar indicated she was definitely not a stray.

“Who do you belong to princess” You carefully looked at her collar, only to find her name on it without an address. “Hmm Alpine. What will I do with you sweetie?” You cooed while she nudged her face into your neck, her paws kneading into your skin.

“I suppose you can stay with me and we can put some posters up for your owners to come find you?”

“Meow”

You giggled, deciding to close the stall early for the afternoon, making your way down to the pet store to grab a few tins of food and other supplies for your new guest, unsure of how long she’d be with you (though you secretly hoped her owners wouldn’t come for her too soon).

“Hmm little princess like you, how about this soft cat bed?”

Halfway through your shopping trip, you forgot Alpine wasn’t actually yours, filling the cart with treats, toys, a bed and a number of other things you certainly didn’t need. You couldn't help it though, cooing at the little ball of fluff that contently curled up in your arms as you walked up and down the aisles.

Of course.

She loved all her toys. And ate all her food. And was the most polite little house guest. Her daddy taught her proper manners.

Except.

She never used the bed.

No.

In the middle of the night you felt 4 tiny paws climb over your side, nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck, her purring as loud as a motor boat. You sighed to yourself, snuggling Alpine in your arms, wondering how much time you’d get to spend with the fur baby.

Present

You jumped, hearing loud banging at your door; dropping your rolling pin on the counter. You ran to the door, blinking up at the 3 huge men at your doorway with wide eyes, all of them staring down at you, the one in the middle looked like he was going to just walk right in.

“Where is she”

“Who-

You blinked again in confusion before connecting the dots; the chain around Bucky’s wrist was very similar to the one Alpine wore as a collar. You bit back a giggle, looking at the large man in front of you. His rings, dark suit and the gun poking from his waist band was a stark contrast to the little ball of fluff you had housed for five days.

“Oh! You’re here for Alpine?”

You stepped aside, letting all three men into your home. Bucky paused for a moment after he actually look in his surroundings. Your home reminded him of a cute doll house; a small porch with a swing. The outside painted a soft yellow. Flowers were all around your garden. The inside of your house smelled like cinnamon and vanilla with pictures of family decorating the walls. It was adorable.

“Come with me, I’m sure she’s still where I left her”

You led the mob boss down the hall to the living room and Bucky’s heart was beating a little faster than usual. You were in a dotted dress, an apron still around your waist. Your hair was still a little tousled from your time in the kitchen; smearing's of flour streaks your nose and cheeks.

You looked like a doll.

The most adorable- No. Focus.

Sam and Steve glanced at each other, smirking, watching Bucky give you heart eyes as he trailed behind you, the two whispering while you both disappeared into the living room.

“Bet you 50, Alpine gets a spot at the altar”

“The altar?”

“When they get married” Sam shrugged, while Steve snorted.

“Alpine, look whose here” You smiled softly, while Bucky’s heart leapt seeing his little princess curled up in one of your sweaters, her paws batting at the strings of your hoodie. She perked up, scampering off the couch and into Bucky’s arms, purring and burying herself into his chest.

“Hey sweet girl” Bucky whispered, kissing the top of her head. “You went on an adventure, huh?” He scratched her behind the ears, giving her all the kisses she had missed out on for days. “Daddy missed you baby”

Your heart melted, looking at how Alpine nearly disappeared in Bucky’s large arms and the way he was so soft for his little fur baby. His eyes were glazed over, cooing and kissing her. It was also then that you realized he was incredibly handsome. Blue eyes like Alpine, tan skin, stubble covering his cheeks, pink lips. Beautiful.

“How did you know she was here?” You hesitantly took a step closer to stroke the top of her head. Bucky smiled at the way Alpine responded to you as she leaned into your touch, on cloud nine now that she had a possible mommy to play with-

“Oh” Bucky blushed again, realizing he had essentially just barged into your home without warning, not actually telling you who he was, or what he was even there for. “Her collar; it has a tracker”

“I-I um- brought some stuff for her, you-you can take it with you if you like?” You quickly stepped away to grab the box of the things you had bought for her and Bucky’s heart leapt again at your sweetness. “She didn’t use her bed, only slept with me”

“Yeah, her daddy would’ve probably done the same if you found him instead- ow” Sam whispered before he yelped when Steve flicked his hear, trying to contain his laugh.

Bucky thanked you, not trusting himself to speak each time you looked at him with your sweet eyes. He wanted to give you something to taking such good care of his baby but of course you refused and he only fell for you more. Alpine mewed, looking back longingly as the SUVs pulled out of the driveway before lookin at her dad right in the eye. Why were you not coming with them?

*****

“Alp?”

Bucky set down the book he was reading, as Alpine slinked out of bed, making her way over to the box of stuff you had bought for her. She dragged a sweater of yours that had fallen into the box, pulling it up onto the bed and kneading it before making her self comfortable, burying her face in, purring loudly. Bucky snorted, wrapping her up in the sweater and cradling her, clearly he wasn’t the only one that had spent all day thinking about you.

“You like her huh?” Bucky looked down at the sassy thing in his arm; the slow blink she gave him was all he needed to know. “You want her to be your mommy?” Bucky blinked to himself, shaking his head. What was he doing, taking relationship advice from his cat. “I’m getting a head of myself”

“Yeah, starting with the fact that you’re talking to a cat. Now go ask her out”

Bucky growled, rolling his eyes, hearing Sam’s muffled cackle through his closed door. Sam wasn’t wrong though.

He had to ask you out.

*****

“Make it 100. 100 bucks Alpine is at the wedding”

“Add another 5, she’ll officiate the wedding”

“You think he’ll want Alp on our side with the groomsmen or with her”

“There won’t be any groomsmen left alive if you all don’t shut the fuck up”

*Whispers*

“Alp will be with the groomsmen”

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mail-me-a-snail · 2 months

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minutes of the meeting a control fic

“Dr. Darling,” Trench murmurs, “appears distracted.” Darling thins his lips. He’s anything but distracted, now; his eyes had held Trench’s the whole time the Director had been speaking. “You forgot a point,” he responds, carefully, at the same volume. “Did I.” “11:15am: Director Trench lights a cigarette.” A pause. “He looks Dr. Darling in the eye as he does it.” Trench considers this. He hums--the sound rumbles in the back of his throat. “So you were paying attention.” “To all the wrong things, maybe.” -- a trench/darling fic about the path that had been laid out for trench, 23 years in the making.

i haven't even finished this game but those two old men are haunting me. there is something deeply wrong with the both of them and i think they can only see that through the eyes of the other.

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on the right side of the page is the logo of the federal bureau of control from the game control.

transcript begins:

10:30am: Meeting begins.

In attendance are Director Zachariah Trench, Dr. Casper Darling, alongside Helen Marshall and Alberto Tommasi. The meeting had been called to assess each department’s quarterly status.

10:45am: Tommasi releases an object of power into Dr. Darling’s care.

10:50am: After careful inspection, Dr. Darling remarks that the (here, the text is obscured by a black rectangle) may have power of its own, or it may be the power in question.

11:00am: Marshall, head of Operations, reports another venture into The Pit. Exact number of casualties is unknown, as the Mold had begun digestion immediately.

11:15; Director Trench lights a cigarette. He looks Dr. Darling in the eye as he does it.

11:20am: Director Trench then questions Dr. Darling about the entity, and the progress his department has made in containing it.

Dr. Darling does not answer. Dr. Darling appears distracted.

11:30am: Break for lunch.

11:45am: Dr Darling sits in Director Trench’s office. He’s been thoroughly (another black rectangle censors the text).

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12:00pm: Director Trench puts his cigarette out on Dr. Darling’s neck. Dr. Darling wishes he had done it sooner.

12:05pm: Director Trench runs his (text is obscured) up the inside of Dr. Darling’s (text is obscured).

Dr. Darling lets him.

Dr. Darling reminds him they have

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Twenty-five Minutes/Not Enough Time

to Themselves/To Enjoy

12:05pm: Director Trench

The Push/the Pull

Synapses/Tendons

The Question/(text in red) The Answer

1:00pm:

Dot, Dot, Dot/...

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Meeting adjourned.

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#control game #control #dr casper darling #casper darling #director trench #director zachariah trench #digital art #artists on tumblr #trench/darling #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #mine #my writing #my art #PAINSTAKINGLY METICULOUSLY PUT THIS TOGETHER. I FEEL VERY OFFICIAL :^)#anyway like comment subscribe #and do let me know if the id's and transcripts r ok

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sea-jello · 1 year

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ANYTHING ABOUT BMCBLR ON THIS BLOG IS ALL IRRELEVANT NOW GO TO @bmcblr-remake

ill keep this post up but anything beyond the line is outdated

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BMC TUMBLR REMAKE (!!PLEASE READ THE WHOLE POST!!)

okaay if youve seen my recent posts youll know that we MIGHT be doing an actual remake of be more chill right here on tumblr dot com! run by me ofc but i might need help down the line so you can sign up for that. its gonna be a completely fan made thing like im talking singing voice acting drawing music editing everything

ive gotten quite a lot of positive reactions to that post so ive made a google form if youre interested in participating! options include major roles minor roles editors artists and more take your pick

if youre not the best at singing then you can sign up for ensemble, for example the bg voices in guy that id kinda be into. no worries at ALL if you cant sing or draw or anything, theres gonna be a speaking ensemble too, for example the overlapping shouting in the smartphone hour. you can pick more than one role, for example ensemble + visuals, cause this is not a very big fandom so we're gonna need duplicates but if you want a major character role i'd prefer if you just stick with that tbh. if you want a major character role you can also pick more than one character! you can specify you want to try for rich, the squip and brooke or whatever. youre not actually auditioning for those roles yet i just need to see if theres enough people to cover every role

EDIT YO GUYS im sorry i forgot but deadline is end of the month! don't worry about timezones, as long as it's april for you you can still sign up. AGAIN I AM JUST CHECKING IF ENOUGH PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED so don't worry if you can't sign up now for whatever reason. you'll get another chance in the future, like an official sign up form. ALSO posts about this would most likely be under the tag #bmcblr remake thank you happistar for coming up with the word bmcblr it's funny as hell

KEEP IN MIND!!! WE ARE NOT FOR SURE DOING THIS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. again i just need to see if enough people are interested to pull this off. ofc the more who are interested the more likely we would do it. also PLEASE please reblog or interact in some way so the word gets out! remember the more people the better

EDIT AGAIN it looks like we’re doing it! i will have an official blog and a masterpost up on that soon so if you’re still signing up be sure to go look for the forms for the art team, editor gang, music department and the actors on my blog as well

go crazy

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oh thats a lot more people than i thought i hope i didnt miss anyone

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tehaspy-spec-evoposting · 9 months

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As they say, Fuck it we ball.

This is not your typical fantasy world post as I just came up with a new setting that would be AMAZING in a visual medium.

So basically an unknown number of centuries ago, humanity was a spacefaring civilization that controlled the entire solar system. However, the The Fall happened. Nobody (not even me (or mete me)) knows what happened during The Fall, as everyone forgot it. What happened was that humanity lost their technology, and now everybody is planetbound. The most advenced civilization is venus with a mix of 1990's and 1860's tech, and even then they're in a crisis. You see, venus wasn't terraformed, and so the population had to live in the clouds. After all these years that passed, these cities are running out of fuel to stay afloat, so there's a huge crisis going on about terraforming venus with what they have. And they don't have a lot.

The moon is a very wierd place. It only has medieval technology, but it's the only terraformed body in the solar system. A majority of its population doesn't even know that they once lived on that blue dot in the sky. However, those that do, seek it with religious reverance. The people of the tranquil sea know that the lunar module is still there under the thousand of liters of water that make up the tranquil sea. And they believe that it can take them home.

Saturn has many people, but the thing that made me write this is in the clouds. Before The Fall there were ships deployed for people to live in inside saturn. From these ships, people modified them after The Fall for manual use, as they had forgotten how to use autopilot. These ships were transformed into cities, and they all have botanical gardens to generate oxygen. The cities are piloted by labourers pushing immense gears to move even more massove propellers through the saturnian "atmosphere". They stay afloat by balloons big enough to hold a herd of elephants. I wish I could draw or 3d model them, as the sights are fucking BEAUTIFUL in my head. Not even ai can satisfy this urge of mine.

I think that's it for the loredump y'all. Please ask questions, as this setting is so new that they might signifigantly affect the setting. And as always, @creepymutelilbugger.

#worldbuilding #aspie infodumping #the great dark age project #middle moon #steampunk elements #space #mootposting #ask questions #that is an order

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wastedpotentialsblog · 2 months

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Destiny enemies and enemy models that I really really liked and could've been used more:

Marauder Ultras:

They're fun to fight! They're fast, can use stealth, can use shock blades, and don't have to Boss StompTM. I would've loved to see these guys decked in white, cream, blue, and black if they were on Europa. You don't have to give em Stasis but a different boss than just Large and slow Captain is a nice change of pace.

House Salvation elites (Enforcers, Disciples, and Assisstants)

>Makes 3 custom enemy types that use Darkness powers for the first time, all with unique models and animations

>barely uses them

>they disappear for 2 years

They didn't come back til Seraph! SERAPH. Come on man. These fuckers should've been everywhere throughout BL. I also think their lack of appearance also contributed to the lack of urgency of the "our enemies have darkness now" threat. I mean, we fought like 8 or 9 named "Salvation Elites" but most were just standard Ultra Captains. If they were Elites, they could've just been these guys.

Side note: Out of the new factions of Lucent Hive, Shadow Legion, and House Salvation. Salvation didn't get an "invasion" season to go with their expansion. Robbed. Truly. They made a Military-Industrial Complex and barely set foot anywhere else besides Europa. I also think this was a factor that didnt create any kind of urgency during BL.

Berserkers

Need I say more? Look at this swagged out motherfucker. If House Salvation really subsumed multiple houses under its banner, Kells Scourge included, should've thrown a couple of these bozos out there. Alter the shield mechanic to be more easily disabled by a solo player. Could even make their armor jet black. Given they have stealth itd be a nice visual contrast when they reveal themselves. I didn't play Scourge of the Past too much, but I did enjoy these guys when I did.

(Can you tell I'm biased at this point?)

Psion Flayers

Easy miniboss material. They dont have to be Ultra sized, maybe just slightly bigger than standard Psions. Could even give them a supporting role on the battlefield. Empowering Cabal around them with their enhanced telekinetics, those enhancements varying by elemental type and tying back to our Light 3.0 abilities. (Sun Flayer/Solar=heal, Abyss Flayer/Void=overshields, Storm Flayer/Arc=movement speed). Of course, their armor would have to have more visual differences and distinct silouhettes as I imagine trying to pick out which one is which based on color alone could be difficult for some. Hell, truthfully, I'd be fine if they were just the fucking Psion Sisters from Season of Dawn copy and pasted everywhere. But a supportive role would add more variety to a fight.

Rocket Centurions

Bet you forgot about these dudes, huh? They pop up in the EAZ but, you know, we've been fighting the Cabal for this long, you think more would've strapped rockets to their backs by now. While their missiles are just Colossus slow missiles (iirc), they could just be normal missiles that explode and don't slow just to keep them different. While these could be neat minibosses, if you want an Ultra one at the end of a story mission or something, they could take the Elykris (The Machinist) route of firing missiles where they go straight up in the air and red dots target the ground around you and you have to keep moving. They could've popped back in with the Shadow Legion. I think they could rock black, gold, and purple

Anyway this is mostly about House Salvation and Psion Flayers and I remembered Rocket Centurions in the middle of making this post. If I remember anything, I'll reblog it. I was gonna say something about the other races but Hive don't have a lot of variants that can be turned into minibosses and the Vex got Wyverns (seriosuly. No notes. A perfect enemy type). Obviously it's like way too late to add these to previous story missions, but if we are gonna reuse enemy types, can we reuse some of the cooler ones? Please?

#destiny 2 #eliksni #the cabal #psions

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blueisquitetired · 2 months

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ABANDONED WIP WEDNESDAY

This is the second part of the last WIP Wednesday, which I can't link here because I'm writing this in the past and it hasn't been posted yet. I'll fix it later.

Here's the final WIP that I'll be posting in this major batch- I've hope you've enjoyed them this past month or so!

Anyway, this is the outline of the entire fic overall, as well as a scene from later on in the narrative!

Heroes and Villains- Ingo is a Dad Now (Part 2)

Length: 2,132 words

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Akari has light powers. (Get it? Light? I’m hilarious) This is a VERY powerful ability as you can do things like lasers and their ilk- but also illusions and invisibility. She can manipulate light which means she can make you see what she wants you to see. The commission obviously really wants her abilities, but she is a stubborn authority defying teenager. With amnesia. Her first memories are waking up in the commission building with them being oh so worried about her :(( and her catching their bad vibes immediately. She plays along though, before eventually breaking out and running away. She ends up being taken in by the (Pearl clan equivalent, I forgot what it was called lol) a few weeks after Ingo and immediately reverse adopts him due to the shared amnesia. Her claim to fame is “well he could be my dad. We don’t have any proof either way >:))” (they don’t particularly look alike) She also super wants to be a villain- but Drayden’s organization is not letting the teenager fight for them. (Except in very specific situations where she is in no danger they just need her illusionary abilities- and Ingo is there to make sure she doesn’t run off to punch someone)

the main plot line is (humorously) her relationship with Emmet. She’s able to easily connect the dots about him being Eeletross and is very not pleased with having a hero that can rat her out hanging around. Of course, they end up getting along just fine, especially because Emmet thinks she’s just paranoid and there’s no way the commission is after her

and then she goes missing

Ingo is besides himself, praying desperately that it isn’t the commission- but as time passes it becomes increasingly obvious that that’s what happened. Emmet is still in denial of course, and in his free time is looking for the devious criminal that stole his niece away (part of him is tempted to report the crime to the commission in order to get more help looking for her- but he promised, he’s not gunna break that promise) Something that makes this even sadder is that Akari had confessed to Emmet at one point that it was an inevitably. She’s knows that she can’t hide forever, that the commission will find her and take her away eventually- so she’s just enjoying the time she has now before it’s all taken away from her.

And then, months after Akari goes missing, Emmet is assigned to help a new recruit with physical training. It’s Akari.

Emmet finds a way to pull her aside and goes “what are you doing here??? Ingo’s worried sick! I thought you hated it here!” But Akari just kinda looks at him and is like “how do you know I don’t like the commission!?! Are you a mind reader??? And who’s Ingo?”

and then Emmet gets to have a crisis because a) she was right all along and b) she got her memory wiped again

Turns out that this is just a thing that happens with Akari!! She’s very hard to manipulate the old fashion way so they’ve had to resort to memory wipes! If she was anyone else they would declare someone as difficult as her just not worth it- but Akari is powerful. Her illusions are much too useful to just toss aside- so they keep going at her, locking her up under tighter and tighter security every time she escapes, becoming increasingly frustrated that despite the fact she has literally no memories that they cannot erase her subconscious feelings about the commission… which is that she very much does not like or trust them. They just need to find a way to break her, and then they will have all of this power at their disposal. It might take a while but they can do it. They’re quite patient after all.

Pen: Question: does Akari meet Ingo or smokestack first?

Not sure! Since this is from Emmet’s POV that stuff isn’t really important? He just finds his amnesiac brother and the next day sees a teenager crawling through the window via fire escape

I think she just showed up one day, amnesiac teenager on the run who got taken in- and then immediately imprinted on Ingo

Like, Calaba or something was supposed to take care of her but she declared Ingo is her dad now actually and they all have to just. Roll with that.

Other fun things to consider:

Emmet having no idea how to tell his brother that he found Akari in the hero commission

Emmet breaking Akari out and then having Akari just casually let slip to her dad that she’s so glad her uncle is a spy that could break her out

they actually break Akari

Vision is just our eyes taking in light bouncing off of stuff, so if you could bend that to your will….

This isn’t just a hyper realistic illusion that can affect one person- she can make illusions that everyone sees and no one can tell the difference

Her power is terrifying and the commission needs it

unlike most of my AU’s she’s a legit teenager here Complete with the teenage invincibility concept backed up by the fact that she’s super powerful, has amnesia, and is living the yolo life because she thinks she could be spirited away any minute

No one lets her be a super villain so she does that on her own. She was climbing in through the window because that’s just ‘how she is’. When she’s comfortable she has zero filter, self preservation instincts, or craps to give. (This terrifies Ingo)

It’s not like she goes to public school either- she can’t. She’s completely homeschooled and while she does well at that…. gestures she has free time

Everything she does is underlined with the knowledge that she is constantly minutes away from “death” (an erasure of personality and memories) so it’s not worth wasting time

She grows attached quickly but is extremely flighty, constantly putting on a don’t care attitude. she’s terrified, but what else is she supposed to do? Nothing she does really matters in the long run- the conclusion is still the same

I like the thought that she was an orphan kid. Ran away from every orphan program she was ever in and lived on the streets. Tuning her powers on her own. It’s why she’s got wandering feet even when she has a home (plus, being as hardened to societal programs makes her horrid at listening to orders)

Akari initially suggested that Ingo was her dad as a joke basically. She wanted to hang out with him more and that was the excuse she gave. She didn’t expect him to actually start acting like her dad and is high key terrified about how attached to him she is at this point

And, as promised, the small scene:

(Set after Ingo has met up with Eelektross and Akari several times in secret during Akari's on the field commission training)

The apartment is as silent as it gets when Ingo sits at the kitchen table, head in his hands and sigh on his lips. Melli had gone over to a friends place for the evening and Ingo didn’t have any plans that could delay this… conversation any further.

A conversation with himself. One that he has been putting of for quite a while.

Letting out a groan, Ingo slumps so his head is resting in his arms, the darkness helping him confront the mental beast head on.

No use putting it off any longer.

He starts with the facts, lining them up mentally like a legion of toy soldiers. Heroes are bad. Akari is a hero. Akari isn’t made bad by the fact the commission took her in- she’s still Akari and he still loves her.

Which means…. Some heroes can technically be good.

Ingo groans again as he lets his head drop all the way to the wooden table. He’s barely four facts in and he’s already completely over this “conversation” ….but it needs to be done, and Ingo doesn’t trust himself to try again if he aborts now.

Where was he? Oh right.

Some heroes can technically be good.

Right that…. He shifts tracks.

Eelektross hates him for killing his brother.

Honestly, Ingo can’t even blame him for his anger. If some hero came along and murdered Emmet, Ingo is fairly certain he would react the same way.

Elektross no longer thinks he killed his brother.

Which is because- No, not yet. Ingo doesn’t want to touch that one yet.

Elektross no longer hates him, and apologized for accusing him of murder.

Which is… much more then Ingo was ever expecting really. But more baffling-

Elektross has been taking care of Akari and taking her to see him.

Why?? How did he even know Akari was his child in the first place?? According to Akari that was the first thing he said to her- asking her what was she doing there and that telling her that her dad was worried. But not many people knew about Akari in the first place- or at least not in relation to him. The only real people who would know Akari would be the other Hisui residents and-

Nope. Backtrack.

Electross had been taking care of Akari and had been going behind the commissions back in order to let Ingo see her. Some heroes can technically be good. Elektross is technically a good guy.

Oh great, now Ingo feels nauseous. Squeezing his eyes shut eyes even harder, he try’s to get his roiling gut to accept the conclusion he’s come to.

But it’s true! Elektross has proven himself trustworthy time and time again- from the aforementioned Akari watching to just the fact that he HAS to know Ingo’s secret identity in order to know that he’s Akari’s father…… and Ingo hasn’t had the commission knocking on his doors. Yet another part of his mind whispers- but he has no idea what eelektross would gain by waiting, so he puts that thought to the side as well.

Which leads him back to…. Elektross knows chandelure is alive. Elektross knows Ingo couldn’t have killed chandelure because he saw his face. Elektross recognized Ingo. Elektross must have known Ingo before his memory loss.

Oh he hates where this is going. Full of nervous energy, Ingo begins to pace around the kitchen, anxiously biting at the skin around his fingernails.

Elektross- No. Reroute.

Ingo did not steal chandelure’s powers- Emmet says he has always had them. Chandelure’s powers are extremely similar to Ingo’s. Ingo appeared shortly after-

Nope nope nope nope. Ingo falls into a crouch as he begins to clutch his forearms, desperately holding back his frantic breathing. He needs to- He needs-

There’s Lichtenberg scars on his arms. Emmet hadn’t wanted to talk about those.

Ingo finds this route a bit easier to take, his breathing evening out as he releases his death grip on his arms.

Emmet found him shortly after elektross saw his face. Emmet wasn’t surprised by the burn scar.

…Emmet knew Akari was his daughter.

Aaaaaand he was back to pacing, hands flapping in an attempt to rid himself of anxious energy. It wasn’t working.

Emmet was- Ingo was-

Emmet was a good person, which is why he couldn’t be a hero. ….but heroes can technically be good. Technically. Especially if- their parents died when they were pretty young right? So hypothetically…

Ugh no this wasn’t working either. How was he supposed to….

Gray zones. Right. Some half remembered psychological thing that Ingo had no idea where he learned- maybe before the amnesia? Yes so, gray zones. Not everything is black and white. People can change. People can be good people but make bad mistakes. People can be-

Ingo is chandelure. Heroes are bad and if Ingo was a hero then that means Ingo is bad and-

He rushes to the bathroom to throw up, barely having enough time to pull up the toilet lid before puking his guts out. He’s pretty sure he’s crying.

But if Ingo is chandelure that means that-

Emmet is Elektross.

Emmet’s been taking care of his daughter for him.

Something in Ingo gives as he slumps in place, the agony of the previous reveal buried in the wake of the sheer relief he feels at the moment. Because Emmet is a good person who loves Ingo and Akari- and he will take care of her and help get her home.

And that’s more important then anything else isn’t it?

The rest of the night was spent in and out of a long running panic attack over the chandelure thing- but by the time the sun had risen Ingo had mostly made peace with himself. Mostly.

#blue’s writing #submas #akari pokemon #heroes and villains #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #WIP

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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okAyy i've been meaning to post this as a whole but since I cannot construct anything past this scene atm, i'll share this to y'all. I want to share this bc why not, and i am still a lil reluctant on the deity i chose bc it might affect me along the way bUT! I am willing to take the risk atm and say that Filipinx!Reader is the warrior of the Goddess of War and Poison, Ynaguinid, of the Visayan region.

They became the deity's warrior bc their ancestors were one, but ever since Magellan's arrival, the tradition and acceptance of reader's bloodline of Ynaguinid's blessings stopped. But after dear reader found out, they did not hesitate to pick back up the mantle and be the warrior Ynaguinid needed.

The fic below is just the snippet of the fic..and idea of a scene of how reader and Marc would interact now that they are maskless after figthing side-by-side w/o fully knowing each other and who's under the mask....and idk what to do past this bc i wanted this to be a Khonshu x Filipinx!reader at first but now i think im gonna make this one into a Marc Spector & Steven Grant x Filipinx!reader(might also be Jake Lockley but we'll see if i can squeeze out ideas from that)

OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME LMAO UNTO THE SHORT FIC

"Do they have meanings?" Curiosity laces Marc's tone.

Your head slightly tilted to the side, brows furrowing as you wait for him to clarify his question. Did he meant your mask-

"The tats..I mean.." He clears his throat as he shifts in his seat, "You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable." He quickly adds, raising his palm a little as he reassures you.

Ahhh..of course, what else would it be? It is the most distinctive feature on your face after all.

"It's okay, I'm comfortable to answer that. To you, anyways. You know my side-job, which would make explaining this-" you gesture your tattoos- "a whole lotta easier to talk about." You offer him a smile as you carefully sat up, feeling a little better now.

Marc was about to reprimand you from doing so, but you dismiss him with a smile, "It's fine, it doesn't take me too long to heal." You cross your legs and face the gwapito*.

"So, uh..in my region's ancient culture- like pre-colonial and all- the tattoo generally used to be accessories for women. For men, however," you glance at the back of your hand, "it signifies their bravery for killing an enemy. The placement and amount tells how many they have killed in their lifetime." You look up at him through your lashes, and his brows are slightly raised as his eyes roam on your exposed tattoos, you can see the gears in his mind turning as he connects the dots.

"Once you've killed a foe, you will be tattooed manually by an assigned and skillful person and it usually starts from the ankle up to your leg." You tug your shoes off and show him the inked skin, thick black inks running straight up your leg, less thick ones beside it and thin ones that are zigzagged in pattern. "I forgot what each line was called but uh..yeah they have names." You continue as you show your other leg.

Marc studies the black streaks and patterns on your skin, it is old and has healed quite beautifully. You didn't realize that you have stared off at the far distance as memories flash before your eyes. It took you a while but when you felt that small tingle when you feel eyes on you, you came back to the present. You glance at Marc, his worry might not be oozing but you were able to perceive it.

"I'm fine-" You huff, raising your leg and placing your feet on the couch to rest your chin on your knee.

"You're clearly not."

"I am. I really am. I'm just…reminiscing is all."

"Reminiscing something painful equates to, not fine."

"Yes the memory was painful but it was also satisfying on my part so, I'm fine."

You were remembering your family's faces after they saw the tattoo. Tattoos are a big taboo in present times in your country. They called you cruel names and hurtful words were thrown and the end was you were thrown out of the household. All of these horrible things happened in less than an hour but you were smilling. Because damn did it felt gratifying to be the "disappointment" in the family when you were the pride of your ancestors.

"I'm fine. I assure you." You give him a sincere smile and even reach out for his hand. An offer for comfort, for him or for yourself or for you both, you did not know.

He looked utterly unconvinced but still took your hand, in which you gave a gentle squeeze. Thanking him for how considerate he was before continuing the Visayan ancient culture lesson, awkwardly letting him go since you really didn't want to make him uncomfortable and make him think you were a creep.

Marc didn't want to let you go too, but he did not say it, afraid of severing the tiny bond you two were making as you spent time together. Maskless and vulnerable. Away from danger and in the comfort of his home. Not facing enemies as you spoke.

"The face tells the same story, but, face tatts are 'restricted to the bravest and toughest heroes', a direct quote from Yna herself."

"Yna, you mean..?"

"Ynaguinid. Yes."

It was silent. Marc gives you a thoughtful stare as you return it with a neutral one, leaning back to the couch as you let him process the information you just gave him while waiting for his reaction.

"Is it still applied traditionally in your case or does Ynaguinid just.." he waves his fingers in the air, "-magically put it on you after you killed someone?"

You chuckle, "That's what I was thinking when she told me that I have to get tattooed, just like my ancestors- the warriors before me- to show my bravery and truly embrace that I am a descendant of Ynaguinid's warriors. But nooooo.." you laugh out the vowel, "I have to actually get it traditionally which is using a needle that is lodged in stick, dip it to the ink then hit the back of the needle-stick to the imprint the ink to the skin." You scrunch your nose as you feel the feeling of the process at this moment as you talk about it.

Marc can only imagine how it feels as he had never got any tattoos in his life. His brows were scrunched as he tried to picture out the process.

"It kinda looks like you're nailing a wall but instead of a wall its skin-"

"Okay, okay. I get it. I get it now." He took a deep breath and exhaled, nodding as he crossed his arms. "Did- does it hurt?"

"Like a bitch. The first time I received one," You uncross your legs, raise your right foot and rotate it, showing him the drawing on your ankle, "I cried when the needle first hit my skin, it was my very first tattoo after all, and fuck did it feel like I was getting crucified or somethin."

You chortle seeing the man's eyes widen a smidge and lean back, "I also got a very high fever after the whole process, which was not done by one sitting, and thought I was going to die at that moment. Although my ancestors and Ynaguinid were by my side the whole time, I did not stop sobbing and was about to run away from Apo Whang-od and never return again." You laughed at the end of your sentence, seeing the ridiculousness now but you were actually terrified for your life when you did get your first tattoo. Your warriorification as Gen-Z-ers would say.

Marc, although chuckled along with you, was worried about hearing the hurtful process and aftermath of the tradition. But seeing as you laughed it off, he just shakes his head with a conceding laugh.

"Overtime, the pain has lessened," gesturing your leg and bicep, "but when I received this snake jaw tattoo?-" you point at your jaw that has the said tattoo. It ran from the bottom of your ears down and met the middle of your chin, resembling the lower jaw of a cobra, "Nah!* I really thought I died then came back to life." You shake your head and look to the side, trying to contain your laughter seeing the raised brows of Marc after hearing your hyperbole, biting both your lips with a lopsided smile.

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*gwapito = handsome

*Nah! = a Cebuano expression that is kinda like a scoff, but it could also be used for other things. In this scenario, it is used like a "You won't believe it!" expression.

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Yeah... i rlly wanted Filipinx!reader to have tatts akjsjsjs Sidapa was a cool idea too, being the God of the Dead and (based on some stories) the god that courted Bulan, one of the God of the Moons, bc..ya know..yeah you get it.. But what i wanted my reader to be kinda didn't align to Sidapa's character....I KNOWWW i could've like..made something up but it didnt really sit right for me so I changed him to Ynaguinid. plus she's a badass too so :)

If you guys have any ideas you want to share or suggestions or just wanna chat, feel free to comment or talk anonymously (if you want to) in my ask box. I rlly need some creative juices

ALSO IDEAS FOR TITLE PLEASEEEE😭

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wetbloodworm · 1 year

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my three self-insert-adjacent kids! love the symmetrical ruler. charlie’s eyes are so fucking big here, this was supposed to be a little stylized/exaggerated and they DO have big eyes but my god. it’s too late i’m not going back and fixing them

anyway, talking about them all under the cut

i haven't talked about them HERE yet is the thing so here we fucking go. i think this first post will primarily be origins plus design talk, and i'll reblog this another time with personality discussion.

so as we know, charlie started off purely as my avatar to use in video games, when i wanted to play a game the way I'D make decisions without actually playing myself. so like first runs for new games before i get into 'okay now i understand this universe and want to make an OC that actually fits' territory or 'okay now i want to play this other OC in this universe' territory. my first design for them was this doll maker thing below from 2018!

i don't know where their heterochromia went and i'm a bit too attached to the blue eyes now but i've been considering bringing it back. it's a fun design. but, again, going back to their original purpose as VG Kid, not every character creator is going to let me give them different colored eyes, so that's challenging. HOWEVER... i did venture away from that somewhat. charlie has grown into their own thing outside of a simple stand-in for myself. a lot of their growth started with playing them in outer worlds and cyberpunk, as i started developing them for AUs for those worlds. nowadays i do still see charlie as kind of a self-insert, but more than anything they're just a kid of mine.

here's some older art of them!

drawn in 2019, these are the first saved drawings i have of charlie. the intention behind these was that i wanted to make some comics about experiences i've had without just drawing myself, and charlie made sense to do for that. i never ended up actually trying out that project but! charlie got their start here. the three-dot freckles were there from the start. despite the monochrome palette here, they were intended to have brown hair like i do, which is why charlie's hair is naturally brown and they just bleach it. REALLY weird seeing them with tits tbh but again, they were just a stand-in here, and i had tits at the time, though in the first one they're wearing a binder.

drawn in 2020, getting a bit closer to their current design. once i added color i immediately forgot the heterochromia in favor of the bright blue eyes. their outfit is supposed to be reminiscent of a sunflower here but i like that i'm associating them with yellow this early on.

feb 2021, basically charlie's current design here! plus sunny, their crimesona in gta au. i got rid of the ombre tips and visible roots pretty quick for simplicity's sake. the arrangement of their ear piercings changes all the time because i constantly forget if it's two up top or two on the bottom, but the piercings aren't Critical to their design imo.

moving onto parker and the first time i drew them

march 2021, drawn as a companion piece to a cyberpunk charlie headshot i did. i can't exactly pin down when/why i made them, though their creation came shortly before my second run of cyberpunk and i found comments i made about them accidentally being 2P charlie. so since that's an early idea i had that i ran with, that's bascially their start. it's fine. anyway yeah parker is 2P charlie, meaning i used charlie as a base of reference and went the 'opposite' in a lot of traits. they were also intended early on as being a possible video game second run kid, like i did with them in cyberpunk.

their design hasn't changed too much from the start. short black hair, deeper/darker blue eyes than charlie, same eye bags that charlie had gotten by that point. resting sad face.

they got lip and eyebrow piercings here, though that's also something i forget to add sometimes.

see, forgot the piercings here, though this is hunger games AU so i can argue that they'd be less likely to get them at that age/in that situation? anyway. the strands of hair around their ears turned into those little tufts at some point.

finally, rhys!

rhys went through some design changes, which we'll get into. they were intended as a 3P charlie from the start, which has... more nebulous rules than a 2P kid, in my mind. basically rhys is still a self-insert, but while charlie became more idealized, rhys is more... average? rhys is just a dude. charlie's very much a protag, while rhys is intended to be closer to a normal person. as well as having more of a balance of my positive and negative traits, where charlie gets mostly positive and parker get a lot of negative. i also made rhys to smooch the daycare attendant in fnaf security breach so there's that bit of lore.

ANYWAY design! moving away from blue eyes to gray, since mine have been described as both. rhys was also more masc-presenting to start, and had been further along their T journey.

emphasized the little bit of hair at the top more, still keeping the facial hair at this point but getting a feel for their style. which IS similar to charlie's, but less likely to show skin. rhys is also more likely to be seen in regular-ass clothes with a few wild outfits thrown in. i consider charlie a fashion kid where rhys just has a couple Fun Looks, y'know?

decided i didn't like the short hair so started trying out longer hair. they also got the hair tufts by the ears here. can't get away from drawing hair tufts, they're just FUN DESIGN

and got rid of the facial hair here. it was partly because it wasn't fitting in this particular drawing for me, and also because i decided i wanted rhys to more follow my transition journey rather than be ahead of it. i'll experiment with them more as things go along for me.

that's all that i had to comment on re: design, again i'll reblog this sometime with personality discussion

#art tag #charlie tag #parker tag #rhys tag

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honeyblockm · 2 years

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Insjksksjsj the karlnapity drawing was gorgeous, I dont know how much symbolism was actually in there (due to what you said of the flowers), but I like that quackity wasn't under the veil- I love your art <33

so the honest answer here is that there was not a lot of deliberate symbolism (but death of the author so interpret how you wish and please tell me so i can go "ah i see" and cry thinking about ksq again) and instead some silly things i thought about while drawing and little headcanons:

-> red roses for <3 love <3 and also inspired by soap las-nevadas-corporate's quackity red rose posts

-> the rings are mostly out of sight but sapnap gave his fiances gold ones and quackity and karl both used netherite bands and idk what the gemstones look like i didnt think about rings that much honestly

-> sapnap's dress is very much based off one in a photo i saw yesterday lmao

-> all of them are wearing blue in some form! it's harder to see for karl but his bracelet is inlaid with sapphires

-> karl and quackity's gloves are both lace, but for karl there's clusters of spirals and flowers and the space in between designs are filled entirely with loops and i was trying to make a design that was a little more.. idk, old fashioned? quaint? there's a lot more crimped edges and the flowers look less realistic and more patterned. for Q it was a lot more eclectic and there were a lot more straight threads and netting patterns and the little circles with rays coming out of them were meant to represent a sun.

-> you can barely see it, but sapnap's bodice also has embroidered designs- some vines and dots and a quartz-ish pattern that is mostly covered up by the veil

-> sapnap started weaving the veil and roped both his fiances into helping. teamwork makes the dream work

OH SHIT i forgot to mention in the original post but quackity's lace gloves have lotus flowers on them (meaningless but cool)

thank you anon i also like that quackity wasn't under the veil even though it was mostly because karl was taller and therefore the designated "guy holding up the veil" but i can make something up right now because i was thinking about how quackity's scar is the clearest part of the drawing. umm. idk. i guess i can't make something up right now.

#asks #hiiii thank you !!!!

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antsgrowingplants · 1 year

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update time!

this is going to be a pretty long post because we have a bunch of stuff to talk about, so it's going under a read more

2023 projects

over the last couple of weeks we've been thinking more about what projects we want to try this year. we had some that went really well last year, as well as some that didn't work out, and I think we maybe have a better idea of what plants we're good at looking after and what we need to do more research with.

so far we know I know I want to try growing ranunculus again, because I had trouble with it last year but I still have some corms and I'd really like to try and get some to grow successfully.

we'd also like to try growing more edible plants. last year we managed to grow physalis and get a few fruits, but our cucamelons started off strong and then unfortunately ended up dying off. we've been debating trying lavender again, or maybe some kind of mint, but ideally we'd be best off growing something that doesn't take up much space.

we may not end up growing anything new other than trying the ranunculus again, but who knows, we have a couple of months until it's planting season for most stuff so there's time to think about it.

fungus gnats

we've been seeing tiny flies in our room and around the house since last May but didn't really think anything of it until it got to winter and we were still seeing them. eventually we figured out they were fungus gnats and that there were a lot more than we'd realised.

our haworthia cooperi had the most gnats on it so that's been quarantined in a clear plastic bag for the time being, and we'll have to wait until we can take it outside to treat it so we don't end up releasing a load of gnats into our room.

with the rest of our plants, we put cinnamon in a few of the pots as an antifungal to hopefully get rid of the gnats' food source, then put sand in all the pots to deter them from laying eggs on top of the soil. it seems like there are fewer gnats but it's not been long since we actually applied the cinnamon and sand, so we'll have to wait and see.

polka dot plants

we mentioned a few weeks ago that it looked like the larger stems on our polka dot plants had started dying off, and it turns out that was the case so we finally got round to pruning those the other day while treating the fungus gnat infestation.

they're now just very tiny plants, but they look pretty healthy so we're assuming this is just an annual thing they do?

it's very weird seeing them so small again after getting used to the big spindly 2-4ft stems they'd grown.

Notion stuff

the final thing we wanted to talk about was our Notion plant pages. last year we set up a bunch to help us keep track of all our plants, and then just kind of forgot to keep updating them after a while.

earlier we finally started reorganising them so hopefully we can start using them again this year. this is the main page currently:

each of the project pages has a calendar for when we planted or propagated each plant, notes about each plant, and notes about which alters were fronting and who's in charge of each project, since a few of us started our own and we have a little rule where whoever plants, propagates, or buys a plant is now in charge of that plant (unless they want to hand it over to someone else), but we still all take care of them regardless.

the watering tracker is a chart that can keep track of the last 4 weeks. it looks like this:

I don't think we've really shown off our Notion stuff on here before but it's been really handy for keeping track of everything (and makes us feel a lot more organised).

anyway, I think that's the everything for this big update, and hopefully if we can get a bit more organised we'll have more things to post about soon

#plantblr #plants #houseplants #our plants #🍬 post #haworthia cooperi #planter 1 #planter 2 #this reminds me that we probably need a pinned post explaining the deal with us being a system and having our own projects #maybe with some information on who owns certain plants since we'll probably keep referencing that in posts

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artzee-bee · 3 years

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End of all things [1] | Chat Noir x witch!reader

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir)

Summary: Y/N had been Chat Noir’s friend and moral support for a long time now. Even though she had magical powers too, she never liked getting involved with akuma attacks, but now, as Hawkmoth’s gotten control of the miraculous of creation, she couldn’t stay indiferent anymore. She had to save her friend and Paris!

Genre: Mostly angst? A little fluff

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death/dying

A/N: This was requested, but as I was writting it, it got very long and I’ve decided to post it in 2 parts. I’m not gonna post the request just now, so as to not spoil the rest of the story but Part 2 will be coming out on friday!!!

Part 2

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Chat was pacing around the room, waiting for you to be done with your potion. You had heard from your parents that there had been a new akuma attack today, but as the news reported, the two parisian heros took care of the problem in no time. For this reason, Chat’s presence at your house felt unusual. Normally he would stop by when he needed to rant, when he was in need of comfort and reassurance but the fight today went well, so what could possibly be bothering him?

“Ok, I’m done” you said, screwing the cap on the little bottle and placing it on your shelf “Wanna talk?” you asked, to which Chat gave you a shy smile

“Yeah, a little”

You made your way to your bed, motioning for him to follow you. You got under your covers and passed him his favorite plushie, a cat to no one’s surprise

“So what’s up? Is it about the fight today?”

“Well no it’s more like a...personal problem?”

“Oh…”

“Claws out” in a rush of light and electricity, the infamous hero vanished before you, transforming into Adrien Agrest

“Well, what is it?”

Adrien revealed his identity to you months ago. You first met him as Chat, but when you really got to know each other, he decided you needed to know all of him. Well, he needed you to know all of him.

You listened to him rant until way past midnight. Until you were both too tired to stand up straight, so you laid down in your bed, covers up to your necks, muffled stories told in between yawns. You listened carefully, giving him your full attention. He fidgeted with the collar of the stuffed toy and you used your magic to make 2 hot chocolates. Eventually, everything that needed to be said, was said. You offered Adrien to watch a movie, since that always cheered him up, but he refused

“It’s late and I have a photoshoot early in the morning. My makeup team will be angry with my dark circles anyways, better not make it worse” he joked

Adrien transformed back into Chat and you cast a safety spell on him, which you did every time he left your house late at night. He always teased you about being ‘too protective’, but deep down he found it sweet how much you cared and wanted to know that he would get home in one piece.

“Night Chat” you said, wrapping your arms around the hero

“Good night Y/N!”

The next few days went by quietly. You hadn’t run into Adrien at all, but you texted a bit back and forth. Sunday evening however, things took a toll for the worst. You turned on your tv, ready to catch up with your show when you heard Nadja Chamack’s voice doing the news report

“It seems as though Rena Rouge and Chat Noir are struggling to stay on their feet! They have taken shelter under a fallen bus, leaving Ladybug alone to defeat Hawkmoth'' your pulse skyrocketed. As you watched the screen you could see Chat and Rena off to the side, struggling to catch their breath. Rena seemed to be in pain while Chat was trying to help. Ladybug was using her yoyo the best she could in order to protect herself from the supervillain, who was wielding his cane like a sword over her head. The fight was clearly going in Hawkmoth's favour! You grabbed your jacket and ran out the front door and onto the empty streets of Paris, towards the Eiffel Tower, where the fight was taking place.

People screamed at you from their balconies to go home, warning you about the fight and the danger you were putting your life in but you didn’t care. All you could think about was how they needed you. Chat needed you! Every late night talk and every inside joke shared between you two replaid in your head like a broken record. Behind Chat’s tough mask, his alter ego of hero and protector, was the fragile figure of Adrien Agreste. The young blonde boy who cried during romantic comedies, who liked to have his hair braided and forgot how to speak when someone complimented him. If you didn’t help, the heros would loose and he would most likely die! Alongside Ladybug and Rena who, even though you didn’t know their real identities, were still young girls. As you ran down the street, you heard kids crying inside one of the homes. You ran past but at the last second you heard Nadia’s voice coming from their tv

“Ladybug was akumatized”

You approached the Eiffel tower from the side, where you could see everything going on. In front of the tower, right next to Hawkmoth, stood Marinette Dupain-Cheng, dressed in a tight, dark red suit, darker than Ladybug’s. Black butterflies replaced the dots of the heroine's suit and the purple butterfly mask of Hawkmoth’s control was shining over her face. Marinette was Ladybug! She did, in fact, get akumatized. On the other side, you saw Rena and Chat, struggling to stay up right. They were obviously in a lot of pain and extremely tired, but Hawkmoth was merely mocking them.

“After all this time” Chat spoke up, but his breaths were shallow and rapid “I thought you’d know one thing about us! We don’t give up without a fight. Never will. Especially not against you” and with that, the two ran at each other.

“It doesn’t have to end like this, you know?” he said “We don’t have to fight to death. I wouldn’t want to have that on my conscience. All you have to do is give me your miraculouses willingly. The town will be safe, you will be safe! It’s the most heroic option you’ve got. You won’t be any good to Paris if you are dead”

You knew this was not just another fight between them. This was it. Either the heros won or everything they’ve worked for would be lost. Hawkmoth would win and get his hands on both miraculous and god knows what kind of destruction that would bring not only upon Paris, but the world. You focused all your energy in one spot in the air, right between where Chat and Hawkmoth were supposed to clash but before they could reach each other, you sent a wave of energy that blew both of them apart, like a bomb. Hawkmoth flew back into the Eiffel tower while Chat hit the pavement with a thud. Confused and certainly disturbed, both of them began looking around for an answer as to what happened when, finally, Hawkmoth’s eyes landed on yours.

“Aha, miss Y/L/N. What a spectacular honor to finally meet you!” you didn’t reply, instead you stood tall, maintaining eye contact

“I know a lot about you. Seen a lot. Felt a lot of your emotions. None of them can compare to the powers I’ll have with the two miraculouses. With Ladybug’s earrings and the guardian under my control, I’d say my mission here is almost over’’

“Y/N get back!’’ Chat screamed but you were too involved now to run. This was your fight too.

“It is time you give up Hawkmoth. Paris is not yours, neither are the miraculouses. We will destroy you, no matter what it takes!”

“Listen to yourself, kid! <<Destroy me>>? The most you can do is pull a rabbit out of your hat…” before he could finish his sentence, you snapped your fingers in his direction and instantly, the ground around beneath Hawkmoth and akumatized Marinette, fractured. From within the cracks, many tangled plants came out, encapsulating the 2 villains. You sprinted towards Chat and Rena, ignoring the signs of struggle coming from the prison of weeds.

Alongside the two superheros, you hid inside a corner coffee shop, which was now empty.

“Y/N, you need to leave!! You are putting yourself in too much danger!” Rena told you, as she collapsed to the ground from exhaustion

“Stop with that already! I am here and I’m not going anywhere!”

“Yes you are!” Chat looked at you. His voice was calm and yet, his eyes were filled with disappointment “You are not a superhero. This is our job!”

“You need help”

“No we don’t!” Chat had never, in all your years of friendship, raised his voice at you, let alone yell “ You need to stay safe! You could die! Hawkmoth doesn’t care about anything if it helps him get what he wants! I am ready to take that risk. Rena is too” you both turned to the red headed hero, only to see her slowly nod “But I can’t allow you to take it”

“You can’t tell me what to do”

“I don’t want you to die!” he screamed again “I love you and I will never forgive myself if you don’t come out of this alive!”

Before you could say anything, you saw Hawkmoth and his minion, through the cafe window, cutting through the last of the plants and escaping your trap. You grabbed Chat’s arm and pulled him to the floor, from where you could not be seen

“We’re in this together now” you said in a stern voice, looking the blonde kid right in his eyes “Whether you like it or not '' this time, he simply nodded.

You stuffed your hands into the pocket of your jacket and pulled out 3 little bottles, containing a mate, green liquid. You had prepared one for each of the heros, now you’d only need two.

“Here, drink this!” You handed each of them one “Regeneration potion. Should put you back on your feet.” as soon as they finished drinking the brew, you could see color coming back to their faces

“Where’s Marinette’s akuma??”

“Her necklace” replied Rena “It’s a gift from her kwami”

“Got it. You deal with Hawkmoth. I’ll bring Marinette back!”

Chat and Rena exited through the front door, grabbing Hawkmoth’s attention. He called out to Marinette to attack, but before she could take a single step in your direction, you had snuck up behind her. Using a simple invisibility spell, you managed to exit unnoticed behind the two heros. It finally felt like the fight had truly begun. From the corner of your eye you could see Chat and Rena doging Hawkmoth’s attacks while you, were doing your best to get your hands on the stupid necklace! Even though she couldn’t see you, Marinette seemed to almost always know what your next move was. She would expertly block all your attack and would keep you an arm’s length away at all times. Finally, you had enough and in one swift motion, you pinned her back to your chest, ripping the necklace away. A wave of black and purple took over the both of you and when it vanished, all you were left with was a half unconscious Marinette in your arms. You dropped her to the ground slowly as she was coming back to her senses. You wanted to talk to her but your thoughts were driven away as you heard Chat scream bloody murder.

On the opposite side of the platza, you saw Hawkmoth rip Chat’s ring off his finger, forcing him to detransform. The exhausted figure of Adrien Agreste fell to the ground with a thud. Hawkmoth had, indeed, gotten his hand on both the miraculouses.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb x reader #adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste fluff #adrien agreste imagine #adrien agreste angst #chat noir #chat noir x reader #chat noir fluff #chat noir imagine #chat noir angst #rena rogue #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug

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roxannex90 · 2 years

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Life‘s Full Of Surprise’s (Jana Fernandez X Reader)

I apologize if there’s any mistakes I’m working late today so please let me know if there’s something I need to fix! Thanks!

“Hola Culés…” you had signed for Barcelona 2 months ago but it was kept under wraps for a surprise. Leaving Atlético Madrid was an easy discussion knowing the team wasn’t going to have any success for this new season. Another reason being you can see Jana everyday in person and not through a phone. “I look forward to being a part of this team!” You say ending the video then handing it to the social media coordinator . “Okay, gracias. We’ll post this in an hour once you meet everyone.”

Going into the locker room you change into the Barcelona training uniform. “8:30” you say to yourself looking at the clock on the wall. Your manager brought you in early so you could have time to check out the facility. You would have done it a month ago but with the moving from Madrid to your new apartment in Barcelona and spending as much time as you could with Jana your schedule was hectic.

With Barcelona wanting your signing to be “hush hush” you weren’t allowed to tell Jana. It was one of the toughest things to keep to yourself when all you wanted to do was tell her the good news but today she’s going to finally get to know your secret.

Walking out next to your trainer he explains how today’s training will go and what you should expect for future training as well. Talking to the staff and your new manager it felt good to know this was the perfect move for you. Checking out the training grounds you were called by another social media coordinator to be interviewed. During the 6 minute interview your eyes got distracted seeing your teammates approaching the training area. “I—-I think barça is the best…” you say looking over past the interviewer your eyes search for Jana. She wasn’t outside yet but most of the team was. The interviewer could see you were clearly wanting to meet your teammates so she ended the interview.

Excited but nervous, you approach the team who’s already waiting to meet you. Everyone seemed to be welcoming, shaking your hand and giving hugs. “Where’s Jana?” You asked the group. Everyone either shrugged their shoulders or just said they didn’t know. “Ladies let’s train!” A trainer blows his whistle to get practice going. After practice you were praised by one of the trainers. He really thinks you’ll succeed with the team if you keep working hard.

Inside the facility you couldn’t help but notice Jana still hadn’t been seen. From confused to worried you texted Jana “Where are you?” Glued to your phone waiting for a response. 3 minutes later she texted back “Training. Why?” She was obviously lying, training was done for the day. Something was up for sure. “No I haven’t seen you today” you sent. 3 dots popped up but then quickly disappeared. An incoming FaceTime call from Jana was buzzing your phone.

Answering the phone only showing your face Jana excitedly screamed “Welcome to Barça!” She clapped. “What?! How do you know?” Not sure how she knew. “Instagram!” She laughed. That’s right you did an Instagram video on Barcelona’s account. “Oh yeah I forgot. Where are you?” Smiling at Jana. She sighed looking away from the camera. “Yesterday I injured my foot. I was working out and accidentally dropped a weight on my foot.” Jana said. “Are you serious? I just joined the team.” Slapping your hand onto your forehead chuckling in disbelief.

“At least you’ll be able to see me every day now…right?” She laughed again. She’s funny but the good thing is you would be able to take care of her. “Yeah well I guess I’ll go see you in a bit.” You talk to her for a little bit longer then ending the call. Wanting to see Jana and start this new chapter in your life right you leave the facility to take care of your girlfriend.

#jana fernandez #woso x reader #woso #espwnt #spain wnt #woso imagine #fcb femeni #futfem

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yundix · 3 years

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Hiii<3 First, I wanna say that I REALLY LOVE your writing omg😭😭😭💘💘💘 and also, Can I request Yuzuha with a Sukeban (You know? Like, fem delinquents) s/o pretty please?🥺 (Sorry for my weird english😭)

Troublemaker

Yuzuha x Fem!Delinquent Reader

Contains: Fluff, fluff, more fluff, my love for Yuzuha shining through this post

Notes:First off, sorry for taking so long to post something! Inspiration comes and goes so fast for me, and when it goes it's really hard for me to write. But, when I got this request my heart went "LETS GO HOE" and here we are!

Anyways, thank you for requesting this! And I'm so happy you like my writing 🥺 I've been so iffy of my works. And your english is fine! Don't worry at all love, enjoy!

(Ngl I forgot if she was in a gang herself but-)

We all know that Yuzuha knows a lot about delinquents, considering she has two brothers who are both delinquents themselves

So usually she wasn't surprised or scared seeing them around

But one day she saw you, sitting on a park bench in some uniform, face beaten and blood running down your face

Upon closer expection, she saw the logo of a gang on your top, and it made her eyes widen just a bit

She's never seen a female delinquent before, so you were a sight to see

Noticing her form, you tilted your head and smiled at her, even though you felt terrible

"Am I that good looking?"

She learned that you were a somewhat well known delinquent from your gang and some members from anothet gang attacked you

IMMEDIATELY friends. I don't make the rules ♡

And your relationship grew from there

You guys clicked instantly, although Yuzuha was hesitant at first because at the time she was still enduring her eldests brothers abuse

Once you found out about that though, you were so insistant on getting your gang to beat the shit outta him, but she declined many times

You? Protective gf but not gf mode ON

You'd fight anyone to protect her, over the months you knew her, you found yourself becoming happier with the thought of seeing and being around her

Eventually, after the whole Christmas fiasco and you dotting over her and her brother, you eventually came to terms that you liked Yuzuha

Nah cause Hakkai saw it from miles away 💀 and when he told Mitsuya about it he laughed

They bet on who'd confess first

You were the one who ended up confessing, and it was on accident

Knocking on the familiar door of Yuzuhas and Hakkais home, you leaned against the wall and groaned. Your head was spinning, you barely remembered your way here.

The door opened, revealing none other than Yuzuha herself. She took one look at your battered state before ushering you inside, her light scolding falling on deaf ears.

As she pulled you along to her room, you simply stared at the back of her head with a smile. 'Pretty hair...'

You were sat down on her bed, and she quickly grabbed her first aid kit and went to work.

"Honestly, you scare me half to death with the amount of times you've showed up here looking like hell." Yuzuha huffed while dabbing rubbing alcohol onto your cheek.

You only hummed, closing your eyes with a grin.

"I'm just glad you're okay." You mumbled, temporarily shocking the other girl. She shook her head, thinking it was just the adrenaline and going back to patching you up.

"Those fuckers deserved it anyways...talk shit, get hit. They shouldn't of had your name in their mouths." Yuzuha slowed her movements, eyes meeting your lidded ones. You fought someone over her?

Giggling like a school girl, you leaned into her hand and sighed. At this point Yuzuhas face was burning red, your actions throwing her off.

Eventually you were all patched up, now borrowing a pair of Yuzuhas clothes. You wandered off into the kitchen where said girl stood, a cup of water in her hand. She held it out to you and you gladly accepted it, gulping it down and setting it aside.

Staring at Yuzuhas form, you noticed her avoiding your eyes.

Pushing off the counter, you stalked over to her form and hugged her, leaning your head against her shoulder. This wasn't new for either of you, with you being the more affectionate one. But it always made the girl blush.

"Thanks for always taking care of me Zuha. I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes with y'know, the fights and all. I'll treat you to something tomorrow, whatever you want." You couldn't see her face but Yuzuha felt like she was gonna burst.

On cloud nine? Yes, but also ready to have a heart attack.

Yuzuha chuckled, "is that a date?" She asked as a joke to ease her embarrassment.

You stepped back to face her, feeling your own cheeks warm up.

"Well I am madly in love with you so, if you want it to be."

Please that was so bad

Anyways, after y'all get together, your relationship is still pretty much the same but you're a lot more affectionate

Yuzuha goes mother mode whenever you get injured

You bring her along to your gang meetings occasionally, and everyone respects her (and if they didn't you'd stomp their face in)

She sees you fighting and 😳 miss take a picture it'll last longer

You offered her to join you and your gang but she declined, which you understood

Anyone messes with her? We all know Yuzuha can handle herself but you'll already be 2 steps ahead of her ready to handle it

LATE 👏 NIGHT 👏 DATES

Since school and the gang usually takes up a big portion of your time, you usually aren't available much during the day

When you are though, you're obviously by her side

But when you don't have any time until the later hours of the night, you end up running to some 24 hour convenient store and grabbing all y'alls favorite snacks before heading to her and Hakkais place

Your dates usually consist of either self care nights and pampering, or watching movies under a blanket fort and cuddling with all the snacks you brought

Your hands are calloused from all the fighting you've done, but Yuzuha loves playing with them while laying with you, or just doing it absentmindedly

It gives you butterflies don't ask

Teasing her all the time

It's basically ritual for you to do

So worth it when you see her flustered face and reactions

Everyone in your gang knows y'all are a thing and they think y'all are adorable

Hakkai approves 👍

If something happens to you during your fights and you end up hospitalized, she's by your side the entire time there

She's worried sick and once you're getting better she's relieved but scolds you for being so reckless

Bans you from any gang fights until you're 100% better

Still a win for you since you get to relax with her

Y'all are so in love with each other

BEST RELATIONSHIP

You wish that was you huh? So do I 😭

MAN I'd give up everything to be with her

Also sorry if this went off the rails of what it was originally supposed to be but I couldn't stop myself </3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #yuzuhashiba #yuzuha x reader #tokyo revengers yuzuha #yuzuha

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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years

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Claire...may I request a lil' writing? I'm thinking of Javi maybe post Columbia and he builds up a routine. He goes to the same coffee shop every morning on his way to work and of course picks up the same order. You're a barista at the coffee shop and eventually, you can pin down his arrival to the minute so one day, you make his drink for the exact moment when he gets there, with your number written on the cup cause screw it, he's damn hot. What would happen? <3

Oh Maia, this was FUN to write for you!!! I hope you enjoy it! :D

Exciting update!!! GIF and media genius @nicolethered made an amazing video for me to go with this fic!! Go give her big love!!

Second exciting update! I was challenged by @quica-quica-quica to play the POV game for this piece (where someone Asks you to rewrite a piece from a different character's POV). So now there is a companion piece to this from Javier's POV, called: "Coffee Shop Girl". Enjoy!

For Now

Word count: 3900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; protected P/V sex; cigarette smoking

Ten days. It took ten days between the first arrival of the handsome stranger and you ending up in his bed. A new personal record for you, given how reserved you normally were. But it was nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you were careful. It was the 90s now after all, there was zero reason to have to keep your knees closed until marriage, as long as you used condoms and got tested regularly.

You liked the coffee shop well enough, situated on the southern end of downtown near the warehouses and a few clubs. It drew a full spectrum of Austinites: college kids closing out their club nights with breakfast tacos and pastries before going home to crash; early morning construction workers, employees from the big post office around the corner; and the usual boring lawyers and office staff who started streaming in around 7:30 every weekday morning. You could do the job well enough, even considering the odd hours: waking up early enough to open the doors at 5:30, serve the slow trickle of early morning customers with patience and ease until a co-worker joined at 7:00 for the morning rush. And the barista and food service parts of the job were physically but not mentally demanding. It was a job, and certainly less hassle than your bartending gig some weekends. At least here you only had to throw drunks out once a month.

And then one Tuesday in early June, at 7:47 a.m., he appeared. Tall, neatly groomed mustache, dark eyes, a sheaf of bangs swept to the side over his forehead. His navy blue blazer and tie said ‘accountant’ or maybe ‘state employee’ and his sideburns were just a little out of date. You pegged him at about 40, probably one of those men who visited the same barber their whole lives, not bothering to keep up with fashion trends as long as they looked neat and clean. When he reached to take his to-go cup of black coffee from you, you noticed that his ring finger was bare, and you liked that his fingernails were clean and trimmed. He offered you a nod in thanks, and you smiled at him a little more warmly than you had with your other customers so far. He held the door on his way out, pausing just a moment to let two women enter… and then he was gone, out into the bright sunlight and foot traffic and morning rush. You hoped you would see him again.

On Wednesday he came back again, a repeat of Tuesday except with a different tie, deep red today instead of navy. Black coffee to go, leather portfolio tucked under one arm, clean hands, eyes as dark as the coffee you handed him. This time rewarding you with a gruff and gravelly, “Thanks,” instead of just a nod. You relished the accidental brush of his fingers on yours as you handed the cup over, another flash of him imprinted on you, along with yesterday’s vision of him going golden as he stepped out into the morning sun. This time you watched him through the big glass window until he was out of sight, admiring his strong nose in profile, the curve of it perched over that mustache. Two extra seconds of handsomeness poured into your morning before you had to turn back to rinsing mugs and making change. You hoped that he’d come again on Thursday, making it three visits, a genuine pattern instead of a fluke.

On Thursday he reappeared, same time as the previous two days, waiting patiently in line behind two wake-and-bake potheads who were taking their sweet time staring up at the food menu. Today he was dark gray instead of navy, wearing a charcoal blazer and a sharp black tie. You waved him over with a smile, letting it melt all the way up to your eyes instead of flashing the tight, brief, closed-mouth thing you used on most customers.

“Black coffee, right?” You watched his face, taking in the dark eyes, the hair, the brief smile that made a surprise dimple appear in his cheek.

He nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He slid a rumpled bill across the counter. “Keep the change.”

You bit your lip as you turned away, preening at his thanks and seven whole words as if they were genuine praise. His voice was deep and rich, landing with a rumble in your own chest, like the remnants of thudding bass from a passing car. You poured the coffee and secured the lid, brain scrambling desperately for something clever to say. To make him come back, to talk to you more.

You turned and handed him the cup, and as he reached for it you again let your hand be in just the right spot to feel the brush of his fingers. Your eyes locked on one another, and for the briefest moment you forgot to let go of the cup. You wanted to swim in those brown eyes forever, get lost and let him drown you whole. He paused, and you thought you saw the briefest twitch of his mustache, a pinprick in his calm exterior before you drew your hand back. He inclined his head, a single nod, and then he turned to leave and your attention was swept back to the register and the next customers.

Friday he arrived “on time” and you met his eyes as soon as he opened the door. Today he was warm earth tones, a dark red shirt under a brown tweed blazer and no tie, a nod to casual Friday. You turned and prepared his coffee, tightening the lid and then holding it up to him across the room, smiling and tossing your chin up in a friendly greeting. He walked up and slid a few bills over the counter to you.

“Thanks.” He winked at you and something in your pelvis fluttered. “See you next week.”

You watched him go, stepping out again into a halo of golden sun, pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on before striding away. You suddenly felt lost, facing the many hours between now and Monday.

Your weekend passed in a blur of extra bartending shifts and catching up on sleep. You were forever napping at odd hours, trying to reconcile the slightly staggered rhythms of early morning coffee shop hours and late-night bartending. It wasn’t the hardest you’d ever worked or the worst schedule, but it wasn’t fun. At least, it hadn’t been fun until now. Now you had something to look forward to.

Monday morning you opened the shop and kept an eye on the clock. At 7:46 you poured black coffee into a to-go cup. Thirty seconds later, he appeared on the other side of the plate glass window, the navy suit and tie again, blowing out a long stream of cigarette smoke before dropping the butt and giving it a quick twist under his foot. He took off his amber-lensed aviators and tucked them into the pocket of his blazer, then pulled out his wallet. At 7:47 on the dot, he opened the door, met your eyes, and saw you holding up his coffee. And there went that smile again, the dimple, the wink.

You smiled as he approached the counter. “You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.

He opened his wallet and passed a bill across the counter, larger than what was strictly necessary for a to-go coffee and a reasonable tip. “Great service, keep the change.”

You thanked him, giving him the full-watt smile and wishing him a good day as you opened and closed the register, putting the change into the tip jar. Thankfully there was no one else in line right now, so you could give his handsome figure your full attention as he left, watching how the navy blazer hugged his shoulders.

He went out the door, turned right like he always did, and then he turned his head and his eyes met yours through the glass. You should have felt embarrassed that he caught you staring, but you didn’t. Mostly because you realized that he had stopped to look back, too, which meant you weren’t the only one hoping for more. He nodded and lifted his cup in a gesture of thanks. Then he was gone.

Tuesday was the same, only with the charcoal blazer and the dark red tie this time. The wink, the flutter in your gut, the over-tipping. The glance across the counter as his fingers brushed yours around the cup. The aviators slung on as soon as he stepped out the door.

Wednesday, again, the navy suit and tie, another brush of the fingers, a smaller tip but a bigger smile, gracing you with that dimple again. Another gravelly, “Thank you,” that sounded warmer than he had to date. The handsome profile and a quick meeting of the eyes through the glass as he left again.

Thursday was the same, only better. You used a permanent marker to write something on his paper cup before you poured it precisely at 7:46 a.m., watching, waiting. He did not disappoint. At 7:47, precisely on time, you caught a glimpse of his profile as he came into view through the plate glass window. Charcoal again. He turned and saw you inside, then opened the door, holding it again for a woman exiting. You pointed at his to-go cup on the counter and smiled.

“You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?” He smiled and twitched an eyebrow at you.

You smiled back, “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.”

The handsome man chuckled and pursed his lips. “And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You winked and immediately regretted it, it felt too bold, it wasn’t your normal mode.

He met your eyes and said simply, “I am.”

You felt your face split into a wide smile. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

He nodded. “Good to know. I’m Javier, by the way.” He stuck his hand out and shook yours. You gave him your name and a warm shake of the hand.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” You rotated the paper cup so that the writing was facing him. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

His eyebrows popped up, and then he gave you an appraising glance, like he was impressed. You saw his tongue shift up under his lip to suck a tooth and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to see how that tongue felt on you. You flushed hot, tingling with desire.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” You winked at him and laughed.

He stuck his hand out once more and you gave him yours. He lifted it and kissed the back of your hand, mustache sweeping ever so briefly over your knuckles before he gently released it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” his voice was low and something in it went straight to your groin, making your pelvic muscles clench. You watched him pick up the cup and go, smiling at you with that dimple through the glass as he left. You stood for just a moment, hoping, hoping, hoping. Maybe he would call you after work?

At 1:00 you finished your shift and handed the register off to Mike. You were just untying your apron and hanging it up when you saw a familiar profile sweep into view outside the window. Javier. Your stomach flipped over and a million little butterflies flew out.

He ducked inside the door and searched the shop for a moment, smiling when he saw you coming out from behind the counter with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“Hey,” you stood for a moment and hesitated, suddenly shy.

Javier slipped his sunglasses off and tucked them into his pocket. “Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

“No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.” You smiled. “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

He smiled, wider than you’d seen him do so far. “That’s perfect.”

He let you lead, walking him across the street and around the corner to the sub shop. You made small-talk on the way there, finding out that he was from Laredo but new to Austin, a former DEA agent consulting for the state. You picked up your food and walked a block over to the small city park, where you told him about your roommates, your cat, your wish to go back to school and finish your degree. By the end of lunch you were both smiling, feeling that spark, the little magnetic pull that had started over his coffee orders. At 2:00 Javier said he had to get back to his office.

“... but I’d really like to see you again. Can I take you to dinner? Tonight if that’s okay, since you’re working tomorrow night.” He stood close to you, looking warmly into your eyes.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You felt that flutter again, that twitch of interest from looking into his warm brown eyes, seeing the way they crinkled when he smiled. You were so busy looking at his eyes that you didn’t see him reach his hand out, sweeping it around to circle your shoulders and pull you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, as urgently as was proper for the time of day and the public setting. When he pulled away to walk back up the few blocks to his office, you stood there dazed. Wow.

You went home and napped, then showered and changed into datewear. Javier picked you up at 7:30, and you were relieved that the little spark was still there. You had half-worried that it would wear off in the few hours between your lunch date and now, or that it was a localized feeling limited to a small radius around the coffee shop. But dinner was fun and warm, and by the end of dessert and coffee you didn’t want to leave him yet. You decided that you would be bolder than you normally were.

“Listen, my roommates are home, but do you want to go back to your place?”

Javier looked surprised for only a moment and then smiled, “Yes, let’s go.”

You kissed all the way back to the car, ran your hands lightly over the back of Javier’s neck as he drove, kissed all the way from the car to his apartment door, and tumbled inside together, feeling for buttons and zippers and helping each other out of your clothes. His erection felt warm and solid against your hip, and when he finally got naked you were nearly moaning at the expanse of his broad shoulders and golden skin. He was beautiful.

Javier walked you backwards to the bedroom and paused only to pull a wrapped condom out of a drawer and turn on the bedside lamp to chase away the dark. You lay back and watched him as he tossed the foil packet onto the quilt next to you and then knelt beside your legs. He looked at you as he ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. Then he butterflied your legs slowly apart and ran one warm hand up to your pussy, teasing you with his fingers, dipping them in and out between your labia and running them up to tickle your clit.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked almost shyly.

You nodded, a breathy “Yeah,” issuing from your lips. Javier dove down and licked into you with a rush. You gasped and threw your head back, clawing your fingers down into the blankets. Javier worked you open on three fingers and used the tip of his stiffened tongue to flick your clit rapidly from side to side while his fingers slipped slowly in and out. You moaned and fought the urge to close your legs while he curled and stroked inside of you, finding the spots you could never quite reach yourself. Within a few minutes you were cresting the wave of release.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come! Keep- keep going,” you gasped, “Just like that!” Javier kept his pace steady, working you along as you huffed and breathed faster. He curled his fingers just right and you sped off the edge into oblivion, gulping and grunting and making noises that were almost embarrassing, that didn’t sound like you, but you felt too good to even care. Javier stopped licking and slowed his fingers as you clenched around him, using the broad flat of his tongue to swipe a long, comforting stripe up the outside of your labia. When you were finished coming, he pulled his fingers out slowly and sat up on his haunches, smiling like a prizewinner.

He wiped one broad, flat hand down his mouth and chin, and then crawled up the bed to lay next to you, stroking you from hip to breast with his thick fingers. “Was that okay, cariño?”

You groaned out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, that was good.” You rolled onto your side to face him, and drew him in for a deep kiss. You loved the mix of how he smelled and tasted, your own salty musk blending with his spicy cologne and the smoky phantoms of cigarettes past and his after-dinner coffee. As you kissed, his hand came up to stroke a trail of goosebumps on your shoulder, and you reached yours down to stroke his cock to attention. The heft of him was thick and warm in your hand, and within seconds he was hard and throbbing. You ran the pad of your thumb up the bottom of his head and over his slit gently, and you giggled as he shuddered and reached down to pull your hand away.

“You keep going like that and I’m not going to last long.” His thick fingers wrapped around yours, and he pulled your hand up to place a long kiss to the inside of your wrist, blowing warm air out through his nose, the feel of it on your skin sending a thrill up your spine. He reached for the condom and opened it, rolling it down his proud length. He put his hand down and stroked your thigh before hooking one hand behind your knee to pull your leg up and over his hip. He held himself so that his tip was buried just at your entrance, then he thrust up and into you in one swift motion. You inhaled sharply and hooked your leg tighter around him, letting him set the pace. He nudged your jaw, nosing up into the crook of your neck and kissing you from ear to chin and back again.

His hot words sent chills down your neck and your nipples stiffened into sensitive buds. “Baby, you feel so fucking good, so hot and wet. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You kissed him and shushed him, then you pressed an open palm to his chest, “Wait. Roll over. I wanna get on top.”

Javier grinned in the dim light of his bedroom, then he wrapped his big hand around your lower back and pulled you over with him. You shifted and settled into place, and the feeling of being speared on him, of his cock hitting deep inside, of his coarse curls rubbing against your clit was almost to the point of overstimulation. You whined and fell face down into the crook of his neck, smelling his warm spiced fragrance and going limp at the ‘too much’ of it all. He planted his feet flat on the bed and kept his arms wrapped around you, thrusting up, up, up into you over and over. He made the most delicious noises, sounds that might have been words or not, but which conveyed all of his pleasure in little grunts and groans.

You decided you wanted to watch his face, so you sat back up and braced yourself on your knees, rolling your hips in rhythm with his and helping him chase his high.

“God, you look so fucking good on my cock, cariño. So beautiful.” He started to turn glossy with sweat, tiny golden beads reflecting the single lamp beside the bed and making him look surreal. You followed a drip of sweat as it appeared on his neck and then ran down to pool in the hollow at the base of his throat. You tipped forward once more to lick at it, to taste the salt and the smoke of him and nip one tiny bite into his neck before moving up to lick and nibble at his earlobe.

Javier suddenly tensed his legs, giving one big thrust and then hissing out a “Fffff-” between his lips as he came. He thrust again and then stilled, relaxing back into the bed, but keeping you close against him. You let him hold you, your breaths slowing together until you were back, calm again, heartbeats back to center. He released you and held the base of the condom as you lifted off and rolled onto your back. He went to the bathroom, and you heard him run water before he returned with a wrung-out washcloth. He offered it to you, and you declined with a weak wave. He turned and tossed it into the bathroom sink and then motioned for you to scoot off the bed so he could turn the covers down.

He picked up a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, gesturing at you with a raised eyebrow. You put a hand up, “Not a whole one, but I’ll take a drag off yours if that’s ok.”

“Sure thing.” He lit one and passed it to you, and you took a deep drag before handing it back.

“Thanks.” You blew the smoke out in a blue stream.

He crawled into bed and patted the mattress next to him. “Stay,” he looked at you with a smile. “If you want to.” He parked the cigarette back between his plush lips.

You smiled warmly and crawled in next to him. “Okay, just for a little while.” You checked the digital clock beside the bed. “I gotta go home and change, and then get to the coffee shop at 5:00. Can you set the alarm for 4:00?”

He nodded and picked up the clock, pressed a few buttons and slid a switch into place. Then he raised his arm and settled it around your shoulders, and turned off the lamp. You watched the cherry of his cigarette glow and then turn faint, bobbing in the dark as he moved to flick ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.

He murmured low, into the quiet room, “You know, I’m only here for the summer. The consulting job ends in August.” He paused to take the final pull of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. “After that, I gotta go back to D.C.”

You yawned and nodded. “No problem. We can have fun this summer. I’ll take you to Barton Springs and Mount Bonnell, give you the real Austin tour. We can just have fun for now.”

He kissed your forehead, moving down your nose to land soft kisses on your lips. “Okay, summer girl. I’m all yours… for now.”

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