#coloring this show is a nightmare but these look amazing<3
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get better ; hobie brown.
track nine of BROKEN MACHINE.
pairing ; hobie brown x spider!cottagecore!reader (gender neutral)
synopsis ; electric guitars and strawberries, leather jackets and quilted skirts, city spiders and cottage spiders. the two of you were perfect for each other.
words ; 5.5k
themes ; fluff, mild angst & action, established relationship (dating)
warnings / includes ; mentions of death, a nightmare/mild panic attack, reader is a mutant on top of being a spider (has the ability to conjure flowers), reader's universe is basically cottagecore universe, pav is there even tho he shouldn't be bcs i wanted to include him, hobie is an amazing bf and affectionately calls reader 'cheeky' :( and a little charles xavier mention bcs <3 the x-men are everything to me
main masterlist.
London was a cold, dreary place. You didn’t belong there, no, sticking out like a sore thumb from the cold, harsh corners of buildings that grazed the clouds and the damp, narrow streets. But you were there anyway, almost as often as you spent time in your own quaint universe, where York was nothing but homey cottages and endless green fields of flowers, strawberries, and farmer’s markets.
You were there for your boyfriend, who cared for the people of the city enough to criticize its leaders—a feat the large portion of the country couldn’t be bothered doing.
Today was a long day of protesting. Inhumane laws were being passed, the government was in shambles, and the PM was a fucking joke. You wanted to be there for him and show him support—it wasn’t your universe, sure, but it was important to you, anyway. Nobody deserved to live in fear of tomorrow.
The two of you made your way back up into Hobie’s dingy little apartment when the sky began to grey with gloomy clouds and cold rain dribbled down dirty rooftops. Hobie slammed the door behind him, the faded Sex Pistols poster loosely tacked on the back warbling with the sudden movement. In turn, you made a bee-line for his bed on the opposite side of the room—really, Hobie’s apartment was just a narrow rectangle, with a cramped bed in one corner, a beaten-up green sofa in another, and the kitchen furthest away from the door. There was another door by the other end that led to the bathroom with cracked mirrors. All the walls were covered with art, posters, random memorabilia, and stickers.
It was a claustrophobe’s nightmare, but it was home to Hobie, which made it your home, as well.
You moaned with relief when you laid down on his thick comforter, shutting your eyes for a moment. Still leaning against the door, Hobie watched you eagle-spread over his bed with a small, amused smile.
He could never get over how funny you looked, surrounded by dark colors and ripped clothes and filthy artwork, when you yourself were the exact opposite—all soft hues and gentle nature and sunshine. Hobie loved that about you. How you were unabashedly so lovely no matter where you were, or what you were doing.
“You falling asleep on me, Cheeky?” he asked, voice lilting with the affectionate pet name, languidly striding over to sit onto the mattress beside you. The bed creaked with protest under the additional weight.
“Mhm,” you hummed in reply, turning your head so you could offer him a tired grin. “Rain always gets me sleepy.”
The silver of his piercings glinted with what little light streamed through his window. “Take a nap, then, yeah? I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
With your final murmur of thanks, Hobie dipped down to sweep the hair away from your face, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead, before standing back up to go fix himself a snack.
Hours later, when you had only begun to twitch with the beginnings of a nightmare, Hobie had gently shaken you awake, beaming at the way your nose wrinkled and your heavy eyes fluttered open to meet his bright ones.
“Rise and shine,” he greeted, smoothing out the creases of the shirt you were wearing. “Well, it’s not really shinin’ out there, innit? Rise and gloom.”
A steaming cup of peppermint tea was pushed into your hands. You didn’t even have to taste it to know that he’d added just the right amount of sugar for you. “Thanks, Hobie,” you mumbled, craning your neck to kiss his cheek.
“Got you somethin’ from the chippie—it’s in the microwave whenever you want it.”
Still groggy, you loosely wound your arms around his neck to tug him into a warm embrace, careful not to spill any of the tea. Half of your body was slung over his legs, the other hanging off the bed. Without hesitation, Hobie’s long arms came around to pull you tighter against him, hugging you close.
“Argh, you’re just too good to me,” you whispered, clutching him tight. “How much was the food?”
“Ah, ah,” he said, pulling away to click his tongue and shake his head. “Don’t worry about it. My shitty universe, my shitty quid.”
With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you pulled away from him. “Alright, well, next time we’re at my place, I’m treating you.”
“Would expect nothing less, Cheeky.”
The two of you shared the microwaved dinner from the chippie together, the large fries nearly burning your tongue and the fish drenched in far too much vinegar for your taste, but the two of you ate it happily regardless.
After the food was cleaned out, you curled up into Hobie’s sofa—which smelled just like the mango perfume you had given to him for his birthday—and brandished the sewing kit you had kept here, hidden beneath the cushions. Your boyfriend took a seat beside you, his guitar situated over his lap and a dull pocket knife gripped in his hand. He took to engraving his initials against its side (and planned on engraving yours right next to it), as you pulled his leather vest closer, stitching one of the patches that had come loose back on.
A comfortable silence stretched over the both of you, like a warm blanket draped over your shoulders. It was only broken by Hobie’s disjointed humming to a song you couldn’t recognize, and the soft pattering of rain outside.
Once he was done with the ‘B’ of his last name, he peered over your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “How’s it coming?”
You turned with a sweet smile, one that made Hobie’s chest warm. To him, you were the literal embodiment of sunshine. “All fixed,” you chirped, nudging him slightly. “How’s the guitar?”
“Good as ever. D’you mind if I put your name next to mine?”
Your eyes shone. “Go ahead,” you replied, before reaching down to fish something out of your pocket. “Oh, I totally forgot—I embroidered this for you! Made it from my own synthesized silk ‘n everything.”
It was another patch, about half the size of his palm, depicting a bright red strawberry sitting against an equally vibrant yellow backdrop. A genuine smile flickered over Hobie’s countenance.
“Oh, this is wicked, Y/N! Looks fuckin’ fab,” he exclaimed, leaning closer to inspect all the tiny details. Somehow, his beam grew wider. Hobie situated the patch over an empty spot on his vest. “Could you sew it here?”
You nodded whilst humming an affirmative. A rush of heat pulsed over your face when Hobie leaned down to kiss your cheek, pulling back with an obnoxious mwah.
“You’re a talent, you know that? Thank you.”
It was a few minutes later when you showed him his vest—finally ready and decked out with a multitude of both new and fixed patches. In turn, he showed you your name etched right next to his. Overwhelmed by just how much you loved your boyfriend, every single bit of his punk, anarchist self, you threw yourself into his open arms, hugging him tight. A flower appeared behind his ear, and he pinched it between two fingers, pulling it away to inspect its small white petals and smooth green stem. With a hum, Hobie pushed it back onto his ear and returned your embrace.
A week later, you and Hobie were at another underground music concert, filled to the brim with punk rock enthusiasts and anarchists of the very same ilk as him. Seeing as he was the last gig to play, the night ended with an elongated guitar riff, and Hobie’s fist thrusting high up as the final notes crashed against the cheering crowd. It wasn’t long before he was hopping off the rickety stage, immediately greeted with your wide smile and more tiny flowers blooming within the moist cracks of the sidewalk by your feet.
“You did amazing!” you exclaimed, bouncing on the heels of your feet excitedly. “Argh, I’m so proud of you! When you did that thing—with that guitar—and then you just—AH! I loved it, Hobie!”
Your boyfriend slung an arm over your shoulders, briefly pressing his nose against your hairline. “Thanks, Cheeky.” He glanced at the large box you were holding. “What’s all this now?”
“Merchandise,” you chirped with bright eyes. “Made it all myself back in my universe. Free of charge, of course. Everyone deserves to enjoy art without worrying about its price.”
Hobie swore he fell in love with you just a smidge more right then and there.
With nimble fingers, he plucked a bundle out of the box, unfurling it to reveal a dark black t-shirt with a messy crimson scrawl of ANARCHY! across the chest. To his fond delight, there was a little flower drawn just beneath the large text. A touch of him, and a touch of you.
Not waiting another second, Hobie slipped the shirt over his head, one of his piercings momentarily snagging against the collar. You were quick to shift the box onto one arm so you could help him safely tug the shirt down without ripping his earlobe into two.
After murmuring his thanks, Hobie cupped his palms over his hands to yell, “Oi, you lot! Come ‘round here for free shirts! Made by the loveliest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing!”
The two of you stayed at the venue until all your shirts were given away, and even then there were a few stragglers left, disappointed they hadn’t gotten anything.
“Come to Hobie’s next gig, I’ll bring some more things by then,” you reassured them with a kind smile.
After another series of goodbyes, Hobie finally pulled you out of the dingy venue, his hand curled over your upper back and your arm wrapped around his hips.
Hobie was a true artist. Everything he touched, he could turn into something of beauty, something raw and pure and breathtaking. When you had vocalized such thoughts to him, he smirked, loose and humored.
“Don’t like labels,” he said, gaze fixed on his guitar and the uncapped marker he was using to draw just beneath the strings. “You sure you’re not biased?”
“Not at all,” you hummed in reply, leaning against him. The two of you were in your universe, laying spread over a checkered blanket on a vast field not too far from your little cottage. The grass was greener than what Hobie had back home, and the air was clearer and lighter than anything he’d ever breathed before. Somehow, the breeze that whistled between the two of you smelled of strawberries and peaches—or maybe that was your perfume. Hobie couldn’t get enough of it, either way. Your universe was beautiful—nearly as beautiful as you were.
Whilst he was concentrating on his scribbled drawings, you were tinkering with one of your web shooters—a series of miniscule gadgets with brown fixings to wrap around your wrist. Once you clicked it back into place, you jutted it out to Hobie, the round capsules hovering only inches beneath his nose.
He laughed, gently pulling your hand away so he wouldn’t go cross-eyed. “You make these yourself?”
“Synthesized them with all natural ingredients. Took a lot of trial-and-error, but I think I’ve finally perfected the colored formula,” you said, pressing down with both your middle and index finger, showing him how the webs shot out so far he couldn’t even see where it disappeared within the swishing blades of grass.
Arching a brow, he echoed, “Colored formula?”
You grinned. “Take a look. I made them green! I think it’s much prettier than plain ol’ white,” you said.
“Green spider webs, huh? You really are something else,” he surmised with a half-chuckle, half-snort, a goofy smile to his lips. Your excitement was beginning to rub off on him, so he took your hands again, admiring your craftsmanship. “These are so fucking cool.”
“I could make you colored webs, too—whatever color you want!” You perked up with the idea, smiling brighter than the golden sun hanging sweetly in the soft pink sky (the skies were pink during the day in your universe, it was trippy as hell). Little flowers bloomed around you, a few appearing in the surrounding grass, some popping into his hair, others materializing on your flowing blouse.
Flustered, you reached over to pluck out the flowers in his hair, murmuring a quiet apology.
“Nah, it’s cute,” he reassured you, shooting you a curious look. “So—does your universe have others that are also called ‘mutants’ or is it just you?”
“There’s not a lot of us,” you admitted. “It was scary, at first. I was completely… normal until I hit thirteen years old—all of a sudden, flowers started blooming everywhere and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t control it and it only grew worse the more scared I got. A man named Charles Xavier took me under his wing at his school for gifted students—well, that’s just a code word for mutants—and he helped me train to control it. Obviously… not well enough—flowers still sprout when I feel strong emotions.”
Hobie’s nose wrinkled. “My fault. You like me a bit too much, Cheeky.”
With a playful shove, you huffed out a tinkering laugh. “Anyways, while I was at the school, there was a student with the ability to turn objects radioactive. Highly dangerous, and he could’ve been used as a weapon of war if in the wrong hands. One day, he was just fucking around and… he accidentally turned a spider radioactive. He didn’t tell anyone because he was scared he was going to get in trouble. Lo and behold, it got loose, and the next day, it bit me while I was out on a walk. So not only was I a mutant, I became a Spider, as well. I trained with my newfound powers every day in the Danger Room. I graduated top of nearly all my classes. And not too long after, Miguel came popping out of nowhere—the look on his face when flowers started appearing all over his suit was hilarious.” You chuckled lightly, leaning your head against Hobie’s shoulder. “Your powers are much cooler, though. I wish I had electric abilities.”
The marker in Hobie’s hand was quickly capped, and put to the side so he could raise it to stroke the back of your head. “Flower power is cool as fuck, what are you on about?”
You smiled. Another flower, a fragile pink thing, blossomed onto his lap. Hobie barked out a roguish laugh.
“I love you,” you hummed.
“Love you back, Cheeky.”
Nueva York was the exact antithesis to your world. Everything was new and modern and cutting-edge, heavy on minimalism and plain white canvases of nothing. It lacked art and humanity and just… life, in general. You didn’t really enjoy coming to this universe—the only reason you did was to help out with anomalies whenever you were needed. Though you didn’t quite agree with Miguel’s canon theory (it was messy and evidently didn’t apply to every Spider), you had to agree that villains running amok in rogue universes was no good for anyone. You had personal experience with the matter when a glitching Mysterio came tumbling through a farmer’s market in your universe, baskets of fruit flying every which way and bouquets trampled beneath his descent.
Today, however, you were called in because of your boyfriend. His hologram had appeared over your wrist, offering you a loose smile and a two-fingered salute.
“Hey, Hobie,” you greeted, pausing your baking and brushing errant strands of your hair away with flour-covered hands. “What’s going on?”
“I’m at HQ. Heading over to see Miguel. D’you mind coming, if you’re not too busy?”
“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, heading over to the wash basin to rinse off your hands. “Is everything okay?”
The hologram of Hobie hummed, warbling as you rushed to change out of your clothes and into your suit—a white top with beige and green accents, webbing into a spiral around an embroidered collection of flowers on your chest shaped into a spider. Your boyfriend lowered his voice to say, “The original is here.”
“Original?”
“The first anomaly.”
“Oh,” you said, eyes widening a fraction. Oh.
Hobie pursed his lips. Though he was doing well to hide it, you could see the buried worry behind his dark irises. The both of you were well aware that Miguel wouldn’t take this lightly. “Yeah. You’ll be here?”
“I’ll be there. See you in a minute, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll be waiting by the Spider-burger place. Love ya, Cheeky.” With that, he flickered out of view. You blew out a breath, snagged a bag from your room, and pressed a few buttons on your watch. A glowing orange portal opened by your kitchen door. You stepped through, and a tunnel, an elevator, and a hall later, you found yourself at the heart of Spider Society.
Hundreds of Spidermen, Spiderwomen, and Arachnids alike were passing by, chattering aimlessly, or rushing to wrangle their anomalies to the Go-Home Machine. After weaving through the crowd, you made your way to the McSpiders booth, where they sold the most delicious burgers, but you didn’t think you had time for that today.
Hobie was waiting at one of the tables, Pav glued to his side, and Gwen on the other.
Your boyfriend waved, shooting you a wink just as Pavitr shot up, dashing forward to envelop you in a tight hug.
“It’s been so long!” the younger Spider exclaimed. “How’ve you been? How are you?”
“I’m good, Pav,” you warmly replied, patting his back affectionately. Then, you waved to Gwen, who looked a little uncomfortable at the predicament she was in, but tried her best to push it down for a moment to say hello.
You gave her a warm embrace, squeezing tight, a nonverbal confirmation of telling her you were there for her. Knowing that she was technically universeless, both you and Hobie would often let her crash over at your respective places. In fact, she slept in one of your extra rooms so much it was practically hers by now, filled with plenty of her personal belongings. She was one of your closest friends, and seeing her so anxious did nothing but fill you with worry.
Once you pulled away from your two friends, you gave Hobie a quick hug, kissing his cheek. Pav cooed obnoxiously whilst Gwen lightly joked for the two of you to get a room.
Hobie shoved at the blonde’s shoulder with scoff. “Come off it, we wouldn’t have the time anyway.”
Finally, you turned your gaze to the last one in the group—Miles Morales.
It was certainly strange to see him in the flesh, when he was such a popular topic of discussion amongst the verse-traveling Spiders. He was a gangly yet handsome boy, with a head of dark, curly hair, and large brown eyes.
He offered you a nervous smile. “So, uh, you must be Y/N! I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I can say the same thing,” you replied, thinking back to all the times Gwen would lounge in your bed and tell you about her time helping Miles with Kingpin. “It’s nice to put a face to your name after all this time.”
“Yeah, yeah, same.” Awkward as ever, Miles let out something akin to a laugh. His eyes darted down when he noticed Hobie’s hand slipping over your midriff. “So! You’re Hobie’s partner, right? I thought he didn’t believe in consistency.”
You grinned when Hobie drummed his fingers along your hip, shrugging in a nonchalant manner. “If I was inconsistent all the time, that’d be me being consistent, no? Keep with the times, mate.”
Confused, Miles’ lips parted to ask another question but you shook your head. “Just don’t question it. God knows how many times I’ve stumped myself trying to figure him out.”
Hobie shot you an amused look. Before anyone could say anything else, Gwen swung onto her feet, shifting her weight in a fidgety manner. “We should probably get a move on, before Miguel gets mad.”
“Oh, yeah, of course. You guys mind filling me in with what happened on the way?”
And so the five of you set off, with Pav and Gwen taking turns on telling you what had transpired in Mumbhattan, with Hobie occasionally chiming in. Miles was far too enamored by all the other Spiders to really pay attention to what they were saying.
Once you were all informed, you supplied a worried look in Miles’ direction. Stopping a canon event from happening… Miguel definitely wouldn’t be happy about that.
Sensing your eyes on him, Miles met your eyes. “Is there something on my face?” he asked.
“Oh, no. Sorry. I was just distracted.” A flower popped on your shoulder, and another appeared in Miles’ hair. He pulled it out with a surprised raise of his brows.
“Huh. That’s new,” he said with a slightly curious smile. “So, you and Hobie! I guess I just didn’t expect him to be with someone so…”
You tilted your head. “So…?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “You guys look, like, complete opposites.”
Pavitr clapped his hands. “Well, opposites do attract!”
With half a smile pulling at one corner of his mouth, Hobie chimed, “We aren’t complete opposites. We both have a crippling hatred for capitalism and greedy billionaire corporations.”
“That we do,” you agreed, beaming warmly at him. Suddenly, you perked up, remembering what you had brought with you. “Oh, I almost forgot! Pav, Gwen—I made you tote bags a while ago and haven’t gotten the chance to give it to you guys. They’re all made from ethically sourced materials, of course. Sorry, Miles, I would’ve made you one if I’d known I was going to meet you today.”
“It’s no problem. There’ll be a next time, right?” he said, watching as you handed the rolled up bags to an excited Pav, bouncing on the balls of his feet with a litany of thank you so much, this is amazing on his tongue, and a hesitant Gwen, smiling despite being so strung-up to face Miguel.
“Right… A next time…” you echoed, unsure if there’d even be a next time if Miguel had his way with things.
Everything was going wrong.
Miguel went too far, as he often did in his tunnel-visioned haze for order, and trapped Miles in a laser cage, intending to keep him in Nueva York while his father died back in his home universe. A sick feeling curdled within the pits of your stomach—none of this felt right to you. Peter and Gwen were yelling at Miguel, their words washing over you in a blur, like the crashing and the retreat of a wave against an unsuspecting shore.
You watched helplessly as Miles turned around, betrayal lacing heavily across his crestfallen features, staring at the people he had once considered his friends. For half a second, Miles caught your gaze. Anxious flowers—various shades of violet and scarlet—blossomed by your feet. To your side, your boyfriend held both his hands up, gaze fixed on Miles.
“Palms,” he silently mouthed.
Heeding his advice, Miles pressed both his palms against the barrier.
And three beats of a heart later, he had broken free. A blast of energy pushed everybody back a few feet, and you could hear Hobie’s faint laughter echo right beside your ear. You couldn’t help but smile along with him.
Someone had to look out for the little guy, right?
Apparently, Miguel had other ideas. He wasn’t a rational man. No, he was a perfectionist to the core, needing everything to go according to his plan, his theory, his ideology. When the stakes were this high, who was to say no to him? And now, he had somehow convinced nearly the entire population of the Spider Society to chase after a fifteen year old.
Then what? Lock him up? Force him away from his home and wait out his father’s death?
No. It wasn’t right. None of it was.
As pandemonium broke out during the chase after Miles, Hobie gave you a glance. “Just for the record, I quit,” he announced. It wasn’t directed at you, per se, but it was important to him that you knew of his stance. That he wouldn’t sit around and idly twiddle his thumbs at this bullshit.
A portal opened behind him, bathing his dark skin in a bright clementine glow. He unclasped his watch and let it fall to the ground. “You coming, Cheeky?”
“I’ll meet you at your place,” you reassured him. An unspoken trust me hung heavy between you. A white little wildflower appeared in his hair, but Hobie didn’t move to pluck it away. Instead, he ducked his head to press a lasting kiss onto your forehead. You shot him a fond grin before leaning forward to peck his cheek in return, and hurriedly rushed off to go help Miles, canary-hued flowers floating behind you with every swing.
It was by pure chance that you happened upon Miles and Peter, the latter begging for him to hold his baby, which he most definitely shouldn’t have brought along to a chase. You hid behind a large metal pipe, waiting for Miles to leave Peter. It wasn’t long before Miles was running away again, believing his mentor had betrayed him once again, and you were quick to follow after him. Green webs shot out from the fixings on your wrist, and you caught up to the younger Spider in no time.
“Miles!” you exclaimed.
“Please, just let me go back home!” he yelled, stress and panic coiled around his words as he rounded around cars and signs.
Guilt settled around your lungs in a constricting manner. You’d lend him your watch to get home, but with a quick glance behind you, noting the several dozens of Spiders hot on your tail, you realized that there was no way that he’d make it there in time without them following after. There had to be another way.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you replied, trying your best to convey that you were on his side. “Trust me, I’m with you on this! If not for you becoming Spider-Man, there’d be no Spider Society, and I would’ve never met Hobie. Of course I’d try to help you, Miles! Listen to me—there’s a bullet train that goes to the moon here—if you draw all the Spiders away from HQ, then you can use the Go-Home machine to get back to your universe!”
Miles shot you an initially dubious glance, which soon melded into one of cautious appreciation. “Where?”
“A couple miles that way! You won’t miss it—it’s a huge glass tube going up to space.” You nodded in the direction he was to be headed. “Good luck, Miles. I’m rooting for you!”
With a shout of his gratitude and a slight smile, Miles swung away from you.
It’s a shame that this was goodbye. Both you and Hobie were really starting to grow on him.
It was raining again, as it almost always was in gloomy London. You were in bed with Hobie, having passed out after letting him know about how you helped Miles, and listening to him tell you about the watch he made for Gwen, knowing she’d most likely need it later down the line if things didn’t work out. He was taking up most of the space on the bed, one arm behind his head on the pillow and the other curved beneath the small of your waist, fingers splayed out over your stomach. Chests rising and falling in synchronized tandem, you were curled up onto your side so that your spine brushed against his side with each breath.
Nightmares weren’t a common thing for you, but when they did slink into your unconscious mind, they were always terrifyingly realistic, and always of the same event. Your canon event.
Tonight was no different.
Soft pink skies. Swinging through the trees after something—someone. Prowler.
The forest gave way to steep mountains. Steep stones and ice and cliffs. The pink above you bled into a menacing shade of purple.
Nets of webbing shooting from your wrists. Desperation. Pleads on your tongue, but you didn’t quite know what you were saying.
The villain tripped over the webbing, rolling down a mountainside that tapered off into a sheer drop. You darted forward, shooting out a web to catch the Prowler.
But it was too late.
They tipped over the edge, stray pebbles tumbling down in their wake. If the Prowler screamed, you couldn’t hear it over the thrumming blood in your ears.
It took over a minute for their body to hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Horror stained your insides black. You weren’t quick enough. You failed.
You made your way down the mountain, wide eyes fixed on the motionless body. You crept forward, checking for a pulse. Dead.
Gingerly, you peeled the mask away from their face. The hazy face of your best friend stared back up at you, beaten and bloody.
Your fault, your fault, your fault—
You woke up with a gut-wrenching sob, jolting up with a broken wail. Hobie had startled from his slumber at the sudden commotion, quick to prop himself up on an elbow, his hand shooting out to properly wrap around you.
Comforting words were murmured into your hair. You only cried harder, gently pushing the blankets away from you, feeling overwhelmingly hot and crowded. It took you another moment to realize that you were hyperventilating, large flowers popping up everywhere around the two of you.
“Breathe,” you could hear your boyfriend say, tracing slow circles along your lower back. “That’s it, love. You got this.”
After a few minutes, your breaths had slowed down, and the tears stopped flowing. You sniffled quietly, turning to Hobie with an apology on the tip of your tongue.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, seeming to know exactly what was on your mind. “You alright?”
“Nightmare,” you whispered in return, voice hoarse with disuse and thirst. “My canon event. It’s my fault Prowler died. My best friend.”
Another circle along your spine. “You wanna talk about it?”
Your eyes, puffy and red-rimmed, blinked back more cresting tears. You nodded, croaking out the tragic story of you and your best friend—the Spider and the Prowler. Hobie listened intently, humming soothingly into your skin.
Once you were finished, he adamantly shook his head. “You can’t blame yourself for that. It’s not your fault.”
But it is, you wanted to say. You swallowed the words, deciding instead to remain quiet and simply lean further into his touch.
“I love you,” he said, voice low and soothing. “You hear me, Cheeky?”
“I hear you. Thank you for… for always being there for me. You’re the punkest punk that’s ever punked.”
A hum rumbled from his throat. “I’ll always be here for you. I trust you’ll do the same for me. We’re all broken, but… it’s a good thing we Spiders got sticky webs to keep us together, yeah?” A pause before Hobie backtracked, “That didn’t come out the way I intended it to but you get my point.”
You wrinkled your nose in amusement. “Yeah. I’m glad we found each other in all this chaos, Hobbes.”
“Mmh. Nothing better than a bit of chaos, innit?”
The two of you sat in silence for a bit longer, simply soaking in each other’s comforting presence. When you arched your neck to press a lasting kiss along the underside of Hobie’s jaw, you could feel his face shift with a fond smile. Before he could reciprocate the gesture, a tangerine glow shone from outside the window, warbling with the rain, but still a stark juxtaposition to the macabre grey of the city.
Both you and Hobie peered out of the window, limbs still tangled.
Outside was Gwen, her cowl pulled over her uneven strands of blonde-pink hair, hexagonal portal rings shifting behind her. Her features were solemn and grim as she locked eyes with the both of you. You and Hobie glanced at each other. Small pink flowers started to bloom along the windowsill, much to your chagrin.
With not another second of hesitation, the two of you leapt out of bed, hastily yanking on your suits and swinging out of the window to join Gwen.
To join her in saving Miles Morales, and, ultimately, the multiverse.
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Incarnadine - E.M
Warnings ® angst, fluff, SMUT, you suck him off<3 Established relationship, mentions of injury, scars, Eddie has nightmares and is still recovering from the Upside Down, lots of reassurance and praise, he's needy but he will never admit it, this story involves wounded Eddie, you show him how beautiful he really is, no matter what <3 good boy! Eddie
Today marks five months exactly. Chatter still moves around town like an echo of an old friend. People are still nervous when they're in crowded spaces, even more nervous when they're alone in their homes, big and ostentatious or small and quaint. They still talk about him like he's a monster, like he's not a victim.
It's excruciating. And maybe you're selfish for saying that, but knowing what you know, it's hard to hear anything negative come out of any snooty or high strung suburban residents mouth's.
The only saving grace is being able to be with him. Everyday, give or take. But this week he will be under your care entirely. After what happened to Chrissy Cunningham, and what happened after, which is regarded as 'the incident', the town of Hawkins did nothing to cover Eddie's medical bills. Despite the fact that he and your friends became faces of a bullshit cover story - to save everyone else's asses.
Wayne has been doing doubles for the past four months and twenty nine days, but his boss has given him an out of town gig that pays twice as much, and goddamn it he will make everything right again. That's his words, not yours. Wayne has taken it hard, understandably so.
You had to explain to him, and your boyfriend alike, that you love Eddie. Dearly, without judgement, with an open heart and mind. Eddie isn't a pass off, and you making sure he's alright is second nature, not obligatory in any definition of the word.
Eddie hates this feeling, admittedly. Like he's a burden, like he's got to be watched after and like everyone has to redirect their lives for him of all people. You'd kill him if he ever said that out loud. The only thing that makes it even remotely worth it, is that you're the one here by his side every day. And not just at the hospital anymore, but here, in his home.
Now, you're gonna be a permanent resident for the foreseeable future and he can't hide his excitement despite the physical pain he's in.
"Eddie, Eds, baby -" Your scolding falls on deaf ears and turns into a full blown giggle before you're able to establish any actual authority. The brunette is too worried about kissing your face like an overly excited golden retriever, elated that you're finally here. "you're not healed."
You keep your eyes from staring at the mauve and plum colored scar that decorates the side of his neck.
He groans petulantly, nipping your earlobe. His chest and back and sides are still on fire after all this time. It doesn't really go away, it just simmers down like someone has stopped on the flames. He's gotten used to it, but not enough to push it. Not enough to forego your advice and pounce you like he normally would.
"l probably won't ever be healed, what harms' a little lovin'?" He toys with the strands of your hair that are unruly, smiling down at you like he hasn't been through the literal pits of hell and back. It'll never not amaze you, his resilience. He doesn't even notice it in the creases of his smile lines or the shake of his hands.
"We have plenty of time for lovin', Munson. Just not right away. I haven't even gotten a good look at your pretty face."
His blush burns across his nose, cheeks, and brow bone. You reach up to cup his jaw, to stroke his skin. He leans into the touch like he hasn't felt your warmth in eons, sighing through his nostrils. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, and opens them when you lean in to kiss his chin.
"I really...I'm glad you're here. You don't have to -"
You flick his nose.
"Shut up, I love you, dummy. Don't you know that I practically begged Wayne to let me tend to sweet little Eddie? Hmm?" You've grabbed two thick handfuls of his hair, swinging it above his head like puppy dog ears. He chortles, scrunching his face.
"and by the way, you're right. I don't have to do anything. I want to." His cheeks are squishy and moldable between your palms, lips pouty and too kissable to bear.
He believes you. He believes it in the way you peck his mouth over and over again, little strings of your shared saliva in the middle. He believes it in the way you allow him to wrap his arms around your middle and pull you close to his still healing body. In the way you trust him enough to let him grab your hands and place them on his waist.
You tense, and then relax when he pulls away with sparkles in his eyes.
"Just didn't want anyone else to be here playin' doctor with me, did ya sweetheart?"
The nights always start the same. Eddie gets up halfway between the movie that's on, wincing and giving you an apologetic smile. Cold showers help when they burn, which seems to happen mostly at night. You're still new this, to the interdimensional eldritch horror situation - but you know enough about it through Dustin Henderson's graphic retellings to know that it is having some residual effects.
As far as when they will go away, if they go away, everyone is still in the dark about it. No one has had such awful injuries from being in the Upside Down, and survived.
Doctor Owens is only sure about a few things. It won't spread. And it won't kill him. However, the pain will stay as long as the scars do.
Eddie is still apprehensive about letting you see them. The one on his neck is the only one that's visible. Instead of waltzing out of the bathroom with just a towel around his lithe hips, he returns fully dressed, wet hair drenching the tops of his broad shoulders. It's like this for almost an entire week.
And you're not angry, you're not hurt. You're just worried. Worried about the tossing and turning in his sleep, the fearful whimpers that sometimes escape him during the midnight hours. He sometimes even clings to you so hard in his half consciousness, that you wake up with fingerprint shaped bruises.
Tonight is no different.
His hair is still damp against his pillow case, he wriggles and writhes and mutters words you can't quite interpret. Your back is facing his, warm and solid. You feel him twitch and whine, and it tears you from the half conscious state you're in.
You roll over, carefully placing your arm around the expanse of his hip, resting your nose against the nape of his neck. This usually calms him down, sometimes he even sleeps through the whole night if you hold him like this.
"Burns..." His voice is small, almost silent. Your body reacts instantly, removing itself from his proximity so you can sit up and give him a once over. He rolls over onto his back, and a tear slips from the corner of his half opened eyes.
Your heart cracks in half, and all of your love for him spills into your body, lighting you up like a bonfire.
"What can I do? Please, tell me what to do." The lump in your throat is obtuse. He reaches out, grabbing at your arm like he's offended you left him. He blinks a few times, licks his lips, and you know he's awake now.
"Ice pack - there's an ice pack in the freezer." He sounds reluctant, like the idea of you doing anything for him when he's like this, hurts. It should be the other way around. He thinks to himself. He's in too much pain to put up a fight about it.
You bound out of bed, around his long legs and over the clutter on his floor until you're booking it towards the dark kitchen. Slinging open the freezer, you search for a quick minute until you see the blue ouch sitting atop a miscellaneous selection of frozen meat and vegetables.
A Hershey's bar in the door calls for your attention, but you save that thought for a later time.
"Got it," you breathe out, returning to the quiet room. Eddie is sitting up, panting, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. His bottom lip quivers and you feel like you're breaking in half. You sit across from him, moving his hair out from in front of his face. "baby, let me see."
He stalls for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling. He has to prepare himself for the worst, for you being so terrified of how he looks now that you may run. He isn't the same, his body isn't the same as the one you touched before. He takes a deep breath.
"I gotta...gotta get this off." He gestures to his shirt, arms stiff from the searing pain coursing through his nerves. You move slowly, gently. You grasp the hem of his shirt, Black Sabbath, and carefully lift the material past his abdomen. A strained whine leaves his lips when it's almost over his head, when he has to lift his hands in the air so you can pull it off.
The moonlight is beautiful. A pale iridescent light that serves as a reminder, I'm here you're safe, I'm bathing lovers in my essence. It's the only thing that illuminates his body, the still healing skin. They're pink and purple and form ridges and valleys across his belly, sides, chest. It takes your breath away, the thought of those things doing this to him. You gasp when a tear cascades down your bottom lip.
Wiping it away fervently, you realize you've been staring. Eddie is so still you have to look up at him just to make sure he's still here.
Big brown eyes stare back at you, glossy. He looks crestfallen, like hes waiting for the worst. Waiting for you to scream, look disgusted, call him a monster. His bottom lip is wobbling again, and you are careful to avoid the injuries when you reach over and smash your lips into his.
It takes him a moment to realize that you're kissing him. Not just kissing him, you're fucking consuming him. Now he's the one breathless, clenching fist-fulls of his bed sheets while you hold his fevering face in your soft palms. Your noses are scrunched together, neither of you can breathe, and you hold it for just a moment longer so that you can taste his tongue before you're pulling away.
"Holy fuck." He pants. For some odd reason, the pain has lessened.
"Lay back, tell me which one hurts the most okay?" You say it like you his pupils aren't blown out, like his breathing isn't eerily steady. You say it like he isn't blush and kiss bitten. He listens, leaning back. How the fuck have you made him speechless?
You crawl beside him, sitting on your heels and pretend not to be disheveled. His hand has found purchase on your hip, rubbing circles against the skin that's exposed from your shirt rising up.
"The one in the middle...s'the worst." He watches you with intensity, every move, every breath. You hover over the healed wound with the blue ice pack. His belly tenses.
You're light with your hands. So gentle, all he feels is relief instead of discomfort or pain. The doctors had been rough, probably had something to do with their own biases. But you. You're a fucking angel, your touch is heavenly and all consuming. He's melting into the mattress, sighing in relief as the coolness graces his skin.
You feel your heart piecing back together, looking over to see his eyes half lidded, his tears dry. He keeps a steady pace with his thumb against your hip.
"Better? Worse? Talk to me." Your voice isn't scolding. It isn't judgmental. It's curious. He smiles like he's drunk, staring up at you. He's never looked more beautiful.
"Better, much better." There's a mischievous lilt in his tone. You quirk your eyebrow, giggling.
"What is it, Munson? You look like the cat who got the cream. Or however that goes," you trace the blue veins that branch outwards at the corner of his inner elbow. "it's cute, but I feel like I should be worried."
"I thought you'd think I was horrendous. A real freak show." He tries to sound like he's half joking, widens his eyes comically and snarls his lip sardonically - but you cock your head, confused.
Eddie thought you wouldn't love him anymore.
"Are you fucking insane?" It's the harshest you've sounded all night, and he can't help but to chuckle. It hurts his ribs, but the giggles bellow from him like smoke.
"Eddie, you're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. I don't say that to blow sunshine up your ass, I say it because I mean it," you stroke his face, and he seems bewildered. "you're so pretty it hurts. You always will be, to me. How could I? Why would I-?"
You sound like you're on the verge of tears again, and his bones feel heavy, stomach churning. He sits up, disregarding the burn, and places his warm palms against the sides of your neck. You look at him like he's just said something inhumane.
"Baby, hey," he presses his forehead to yours. "I love you, I'm sorry."
You shake your head, his curls tickle your face. "You don't have to be sorry Eddie, of course not. Just...I love you so fucking much."
He wants to cry again, but he doesn't. He mouths the side of your cheeks. Your eyelids. The tip of your nose. "I love you too sweetheart," he pecks your mouth. "more...more than I'll ever really be able to say." And again. And again.
You probably shouldn't be as slick between your legs as you are right now. But you can't bring yourself to feel guilty about it. Not when he's kissing you like this, the way he knows you like, in a way that you haven't felt for three entire months because of the state his body has been in.
His hair billows through your fingers, and you absentmindedly pull him closer to your mouth by the roots. He groans in your mouth, a sound that reverberates through your throat, downwards behind your ribs. It flurries through your body like a memory that's so close you can taste it; feel it.
You pull back hastily, wired from the tips of your ears to the bottom of your feet. He looks so goddamn pretty, so messy and raw. You stroke his plump bottom lip with your thumb. He resists the urge to suck it into his mouth. He doesn't know if you're ready for that type of thing yet.
"I wanna suck you off, Eddie."
Well fuck.
He looks as incredulous as you expect, eyes practically bugging out of his head. His cheeks puff outwards when he lets a breath out.
"Really? You're serious?" He knows the answer. You're looking at him like he's the reason for your starvation.
"I want to...I want to make you feel good Eds," his cock was already growing, now it's practically bursting at the seams. You grab his big hands, bringing rough knuckles to the surface of your lips. "wanna make you cum. Will you let me? Do you want that?"
He feels a little dizzy. He honestly didn't know when you two would ever be able to do anything like this again. Hell, he couldn't fathom you liking his appearance anymore, let alone asking to suck his dick with the lilt of a beg in your voice.
"Jesus Christ, yeah baby 'course I want it. Y-you're sure you want this- ohh, ohh sweetheart."
You've already brought your palm to his pants, stroking the twitching appendage underneath. He's so touch deprived he doesn't know what to do with himself, so he settles for throwing his head back, gripping at the sheets once again for dear life.
You don't want to wait. You're set a fire on the inside, between your legs aches to be filled but you're too focused on making him feel good to really want anything done about it. Him. That's what matters right now. The desperate groan that escapes him, the vein bulging at his jugular.
"Lay back baby." You kiss his throat, and he does as you ask.
You're careful when you kiss his chest. You move around the scars, teetering around the perimeters. He's stuck between wanting to close his eyes, and wanting to watch every move you make. You're careful, delicate like he's the most important thing in the world.
As you kiss the trail of hair underneath his belly button, across alabaster hip-bones, you pull his bottoms off all the while.
From your position, it nudges against your chin when it's out of the confines of his pajamas, dribbling with precum, sticky all the way down the shaft. You coo, kissing the tops of his thighs. Eddie doesn't know what to do with himself. He's never felt this vulnerable, this fucking horny. His balls are about to burst.
"Eddie...you're so hard. Baby, mm, my boy." You grip the very base, starting your mouths ascent from there. He whimpers into the cool air of his bedroom, holding on by a very thin veil of consciousness. Your elbows rest between his thighs, belly atop his mattress. You close your eyes and hum when you get to the swollen, ruby tip.
"Oh god - please," he doesn't know what he's begging for. For your mouth, your being, your soul. His fingers grasp your face as your tongue gathers the pre arousal that's made such a mess of him. You have to hold his shaft steady so that the twitching doesn't move him away from your lips. "feels so fucking good, you've no idea."
The praise is getting to your head. You feel wetness leaking from your hole, dripping into your underwear. You pull his cock forward slightly, angling it so that you can take him in your mouth.
His whole body clenches when you slide it in.
He's moaning obscenities into the wind, writhing like he's too overwhelmed to think. He is. It's been so long. Too long, since he felt you like this. Since he felt your mouth. You're feeling the same sentiment as you begin to stroke what you can't fit, from the thatch of brunette hair to the glossy head. The salty aftertaste of his pre-cum keeps you satiated.
It's intoxicating, being able to make him feel like this. Feeling him fill your mouth and throat up like this. Just knowing the sounds he's making are not only for you but because of you - that's enough to have you on the verge of an indescribably neediness yourself.
"Taste' so good Eds, missed this."
It's barely coherent, but he knows your voice too well - knows your sweet talk too well. The most excruciating part is that you mean it, you say it with so much truth he feels it in every part of his body.
You suck him off like you've missed it as much as he has. Because you have. You're not shy, not ashamed. The sounds are lewd and sticky and wet, it's driving him fucking mad. He reaches down to grasp one of.your hands that are around his cock, replacing it with the intertwinement of his fingers.
You take him further, till the head of his cock touches your uvula, and you gag. Eddie groans like he's in pain, but you know he isn't. He's thrusting up into your mouth, chasing all of your warmth, all of your spit even though most of it has leaked from your mouth and coated his balls and inner thighs.
"Ohhhh shit, m'gonna cum baby I can feel it," he looks down, fucked completely out by this point. You're a fucking goddess, messy hair and a wet mouth and fluttering lashes. "don't stop, p-please."
You wouldn't dream of it, not when he's so close. Not when you can feel the muscles in his abdomen clenching, convulsing. Not when he sounds so pretty, so unbelievably yours.
You moan around him, elated by the fact that you're able to please him like this, and Eddie is a goner.
"Cu-cumming!" He's barely able to breathe it out.
He shoved his face into the pillow beside him, biting down on the fabric. The sound that rips through him is animalistic, and you have to use a good bit of your strength to keep his thighs parted as he spurts his seed into your mouth, down your throat.
You don't let up until you've swallowed every drop, every remnant of his arousal. His chest is rising and falling with such a rapid pace, you're almost worried you've hurt him.
But then he's looking down at you, with your mouth releasing from his semi softening cock. He's got glossy eyes again, blotches of red on his neck and chest and face. His hair is sticking to him like saran wrap and this big, dopey smile is etched across his face. His tongue darts out to lick the perspiration from his upper lip.
He doesn't have to ask for you to start moving towards him. When you're in close enough proximity, where he can actually manage to move a limb, he's grabbing your face and pressing your lips to his like a man starved.
Your giggle echoes his own.
"When I'm mobile again," he suckles your tongue, tasting himself.
"I'm showing you no mercy, sweetheart"
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#joseph quinn#eddie munson x you#stranger thigs smut
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tdp jailer cosplay part 1 of 3 - initial planning, design and coat
this was a very challenging and ambitious project for me - but i'd do anything for you this blorbo, okay? we've only a couple end-credits art and the 4x04 and 5x05 glimpses to go on, so i had a lot of freedom to be creative.
i used the costume pattern from simplicity # 8482 as a base and made... lots of modifications from there. just... miles and miles of sketches and pattern paper
for the color scheme, i decided to model it after kpp'ar and callum's character design (too thematically delicious not to) navy, black, and maroon, with brass and beige accents.
coat sewing progress:
faux suede and a jersey knit for the outside, and a coordinating fabric for the lining.
bottom of the coat - left pic is the lining (showing the wrong side; so many corners means so much fusible interfacing) and right pic is the outside. miles and miles of edge and topstitching:
top of the coat - lining and contrast detail:
yeah so fucking proud of myself for lining up all of these seams, only to have to cover them up with the bias tape.
key shape/crenellation detail on the bottom hem:
i struggled to find a color that matched with the stripes, so i ended up ironing out the bias tape and patching them together. it took three days to make and attach both of them ;_;
so many right angle corners. truly a nightmare project to sew. ilu sewing machine
looks fucking amazing though, if i do say so myself.
ready for buttons and finishing touches
part 2 & part 3 coming tomorrow
#the dragon prince#cosplay#the jailer#mine#my art#what i've been up to for the past three months#yes i did wear it to wondercon. didja see me? it's ok you can still pretend you didn't
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FINAL EPISODE OF S.1!
SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
My memory is kinda fuzzy so this might have things left out
The fight scene was pretty good. I love any scene with ares in it so. But i kinda missed the whole police cars moment and i would have loved to see what the fight looked like to mortals
The scene with Alecto was good. i enjoyed how Percy was adamant about getting his mom back and Hades keeping his promise
when annabeth gives percy her necklace>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
THE SCENE ON OLYMPUS!!!!!!! guys this was sososossoosososo good<3. I love love loved how Zeus was "totally" gonna let Percy go and then as soon as Percy turned his back, Zeus was gonna strike him down. This conveyed how even after you had done something for the gods they could turn on you as soon as you turned your back.
part 2 of the bullet above. I loved how Poseidon intervened for percy. this solidified that percy is/will be his favorite kid. Especially how he had to surrender Zeus just to stop this war even though Zeus had not one but two forbidden kids of his own
I loved how percy asked if Poseidon dreamed about his mom and in turn himself. It shows how percy si trying not to hate his dad as he didnt really abandon them but he still wasn't around
When percy came back to camp🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
lets talk about the scene with luke. The way they changed it from the book was a change i liked. I liked how Luke was trying to recruit percy but not in a "you need to do this" way but in a "hey im trying to do whats best for our future" way. I loved how when they fought, when percy hurt luke, he immediately was apologizing even though luke was trying to kill him. I also loved the scene(s) of them training in the forest.
part 2 of luke point. THE LIGHTING CHANGED EVERYTHING. Like when they were just training, it was a light green/yellowy color to show happiness and joy(ish). When Luke revealed himself as the lightning thief, the firework that went off was purple and the lighting became darker and more menacing to show how Luke had changed. yellow and purple are also opposites on the color wheel so this could also show how luke was acting completely different then how he "normally" did. Also annabeth being there the entire time changed how luke acted. I could see tears in his eyes when annabeth revealed her self
THE HUG PART 2!
The group hug at the end made me so happy 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
The nightmare with kronos was good. Don't have much to say about it except for percy calling Kronos grandpa
the final scene was amazing. I saw on here somewhere that the rain on the window as the door closed signified how Poseidon could never reach them and was separated from them
Gabe's death scene was interesting as it wasn't by sally hands but by his own. His manipulative actions at the begin like answering sallys phone shows how even though people say "gabe wasn't abusive" he was abusive just not in the normal way people think of.
RIP Lance Reddick You were a great Zeus and you will be missed dearly
Okay, guys that seems to be it!! I can't wait for season 2 and to make more<3 love you guys and stay weird 💙💙💙
#percy jackson#pjo#pjo series#leah sava jeffries#walker scobell#annabeth chase#grover underwood#pjo spoilers
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I love your art so much, you’re part of the reason I started drawing again. Your old art is cool, and your new art just has so much emotion and detail in it, it deserves so much praise. Do you have any advice on how you upskilled so well into the amazing art you do today? I really want to learn to be skilled like you are and improve to your level
Dude, thank you so much. I'm super flattered but also have major Impostor Syndrome right now lol.
The biggest thing that helped me was getting a drawing tablet and learning how to use digital art programs like Canvas or Procreate. I am a very messy artist - my traditional sketchbooks were always a nightmare because of how often I erase shit, so being able to use programs where I can simply undo or reposition a line was a game-changer.
I'm also incredibly indecisive and struggle with linework, but I found some great brushes that mimic the effects of ink pens and watercolor so I can achieve the messy, painted look. (This Sketchbook set and lineart set are the two I use the most)
Use as many references as you need! Gather a bunch of base poses to get the hang of proportions and anatomy (my go-to artist is Mellon_Soup. Screenshots from movies and shows work great too)
Try out posing tools like this one
A fun exercise that helps me is to paste a photo or drawing on one layer, and then on the layer above, sketch the main aspects in 30 seconds. Delete the first layer and then work solely off of the sketch (and yes it will absolutely look spooky and/or silly). If you need more time at first, start with 60 seconds and work your way down as you get the hang of it:
Take pictures of yourself in the poses you want to draw
Find artists with a style that resonates with you and study their work
The Multiply tool on Procreate is AMAZING for adding depth to artwork. I use this on almost everything. Add a slightly darker color on top of the whole set of layers, switch it to Multiply, and then go in with the eraser to mark the areas where the light hits
Keep practicing, no matter how shitty you think it looks! Just keep going!!
Uh I think that's it? I'll add more if I remember anything else.
I wish you the best of luck on your art journey! <3
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school au headcanons!! pt. 3
fandom: danganronpa: killing harmony
type: hcs, non-ultimate au
a/n: just how the characters would be if ultimates didn't exist
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shuichi saihara
fucking mock trial kid if not debate
the shy but smart one
the one that the popular girls mess with like he's a little social experiment
his teachers love him because he always behaves in class and has amazing grades
kaede akamatsu
piano accompanist for the choir and theatre
in all honors classes and the honors society
perfect life?? does not struggle ever?? (seemingly)
the one girl as school who always looks held together and you've never seen her look anything less than happy and healthy and you're like please how
orchestra kid also (plays violin)
keebo
in robotics
kind of unnoticed
incredibly socially inept-
has the stereotypical small set of "nerd" friends that all sit on their computers at lunch and talk about video games and coding
kokichi oma
fucking theatre kid
class clown
some people hate him some people love him
some girl always humbles him when he gets too roudy in class
kind of the teacher's nightmare
ran cross country
rantaro amami
sk8er boy
every girl ever has a crush on him??? (but he's gay-)
secretly dating a soccer player
effortlessly popular somehow
honors classes
plays dungeons and dragons
kaito momota
the kid who carries a bluetooth speaker through the hallways-
p.e. is his favorite subject
runs cross country
the one who befriends the teachers that everyone else takes advantage of/teases
tsumugi shirogane
literally goes to school then goes home???
spends all her time in the library as an aid
self-sabotages her own social life
never ever goes to big school events but sometimes enjoys watching the play and musical
in the anime club
himiko yumeno
dnd player
people think she's weird but no one has beef with her
in quiz bowl 💀 (competitive trivia basically)
always participates in the school's talent show
band kid (trumpet)
maki harukawa
the girl that fucking hates everyone
always shows up to school just looking absolutely done
super quiet in class and does really well
her counselor tried to get her to join some extracurriculars so she decided to join cross country
takes her anger out in p.e.
gonta gokuhara
the kid with the kindest heart but suffering grades that the bullies love to target for some reason
does track and field
volunteers for so many organizations
he eats lunch in his favorite teacher's classroom
spends a lot of time studying but often cuts it short because he's so frustrated
angie yonaga
art club, art classes, lives and breathes art
always drawing during class and there are always people asking her to draw them
her art is always earning those rewards and being displayed throughout the school
friends with all the other art kids
kind of weird and accepts all the other weirdos of the school
the one kid that gifts drawings to their teacher that they hang up around the classroom
miu iruma
slacks off during group projects and in p.e.
just as unfunny as "the boys" of the class but no one cares because she's a girl
no one has ever told her to shut up
is in robotics competitively
makes fun of theatre and band kids
ryoma hoshi
everyone calls him emo (even though he is literally not) because he keeps to himself and wears dark colors
on the tennis team but doesn't really participate in any other school activities
wears his tennis jacket to school 24/7
gets lowkey bullied but always gets cold, quiet revenge rather than fighting back
kirumi tojo
always making conversation with the teachers and hanging out with them even though she has plenty of student friends
cleans up after everyone
is in student government
never ever dresses comfortably, always shows up to school dressed up
korekiyo shinguuji
the weird kid
everyone makes fun of him because he still wears a mask years after the covid pandemic ended
is on the quiz bowl team (100%)
model student and in the honors society
teachers dread him because he raises his hand just to add info to the teachers lecture either to correct them or because he thinks people want to know
tenko chabashira
fucking tryhard in p.e.
track and field
biggest school spirit at every rally
always yelling at the boys who mess around in class
is part of the GSA and acts aggressively gay whenever homophobes are around
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Helloo, just found your blog and the writing is really great, I love blogs that write platonic x readers :'D
Could I request maybe a Karlnapity x child reader (not modern AU or anything, just normal DSMP)?
Take care of yourself and take your time <3
so sorry for posting once in a blue moon </3 im starting to get back into writing so here you go anon!
KARLNAPITY AND CHILD READER
Type - Headcanon
Familial
Dream SMP
Note - This involves the DSMP characters only. Also this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind :]
Warnings - N/A
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Fun dads! Karl is definitely the softest for you while Sapnap is the most attentive.
Karl is very playful and gets you all sorts of toys. He encourages you to play outside and just enjoy your time, leading you on tame explorations around Kinoko. He forages with you and helps you identify different kinds of mushrooms and plants.
Karl occasionally tells stories of times long past with foggy eyes and an odd tone.
He makes soup with you and makes you breakfast. He's not the best cook in the house but he does make good mushroom soup.
Sapnap likes to play rough, encouraging games involving sports or physical activity of any kind. You wanna play knights? He makes you a cardboard sword to swing around (no matter if you're a knight or princess), and he's the big bad dragon you've gotta defeat! He enjoys picking you up and swinging you around– of course he's never too rough but he tends to throw you around a bit.
He also likes lots of sports– soccer, basketball, football, etc. If you're an active kid, he'll play whatever you want all day.
Sapnap also makes sure you can defend yourself, and teaches you how to fight against mobs. He always keeps a watchful eye on you whenever you're out and about, but he knows you can handle yourself when night falls.
Quackity can be distant and quiet at times, but when he's around he showers you with gifts and praise. He gives you toys, expensive clothing, trinkets– basically whatever you want, he'll get.
He also tells you stories and brings back souvenirs whenever he goes to Las Nevadas. He often reads from books but also talks of his colleagues and any humorous incidents that have happened to him.
His softer side comes out in these moments– he loves making you laugh, seeing your face light up makes his whole week.
Quackity is banned from the kitchen, thus your days with him are spent going out and shopping or meeting up with Quackity's friends. He spoils you with anything you have your eye on, even if you don't ask for anything.
If you're more creative than active, Quackity gets you lots of books for you to read, on whatever subject you like. Space? Dinosaurs? Nature? He can get those. Fiction books, fantasy, horror? Sure!
Karl will gladly color or draw with you, taking great delight when you show him your drawings and making a big show of it.
"Oh, what's this?? Oh, [Name], this is amazing! Literally, like, Mona Lisa quality, what the heck! I'm putting this up on the fridge!"
Every drawing is posted on the fridge with little magnets, proudly displaying your creativity. Sapnap and Quackity both compliment your skills, Sapnap ruffling your hair or giving you a noogie.
"Look at our little artist!"
"Woah, the world's gotta watch out. We've got a master in the works."
Days where the whole family is together can be chaotic. Dinners are lively and you get a lot of attention. Sapnap is the main cook of the household, and food cooked by him is full of love for his family. If you're a picky eater, he caters to your needs, but encourages you to branch out if you ever want to.
If you fall ill, they're all there to support you. Sapnap tends to you at every complaint (albeit telling you not to be so dramatic), Karl makes you some soup, and Quackity gets your medicine.
Nightmares are similar-- Sapnap and Quackity both advise you to fight back against whatever scary monster is in your dreams. Quackity tries to comfort you by telling you it's not real, or by reading you a story. Karl offers to sit and listen if you want to talk about it, and gives nice, warm hugs.
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Hi! May I ask please Ink and dream headcanons with a fem!reader who looks like a doll and wears lolita goth style clothes? if possible maybe a poly relationship? I hope you have a good day! I really loved your writing <3
Thank you! I’m glad you like my writing! It’s fun for me and I love to make people happy doing so! And OOOOOOOO the moment you said Poly relationship I said, “Yo say less-“
Ink and Dream in a poly relationship with doll-like Reader who wears lolita goth style clothes
* Now canonically these two don’t get along but let’s say how they both met you was a MAJOR coincidence. Dream met you at a time you were at your lowest. He stayed and cheered you up. Then Ink came through via accidental portal mishap while trying to escape Error….right in front of you two. Yea you could sense the tension in the air between the two. But luckily you just simply welcomed them kindly and invited them to stay as long as they wished.
* Yup. They were in love. Eventually they managed to come to an agreement to make you happy. They are usually busy but you didn’t mind. As they always came back and kept their promise to make you happy. Dream likes to call you a princess whenever he looks at your delicate features and doll like face. Ink calls you his masterpiece as he always found your outfits, although not too colorful, very creative.
* And you always make them feel right at home. Sometimes Dream can come back so exhausted from being the guardian of positivity and dealing with Nightmare. Even if he’s too stubborn, drag his ass to bed. Give him cuddles and let him rest. You get some time with him AND he gets the rest he needs? Win-win!
* Ink is very forgetful and sometimes forgets to visit you. You might have to be a little patient with him. Dream does get annoyed about it but helps by reminding Ink. He always comes back with gifts and an apology. Just reassure him and remind him how much you love him. (Don’t worry he’ll go from sad to happy in seconds-).
* And I’d say you would be the reason these two slowly start getting along again too! They actually talk to each other more and hang out thanks to you. Sure they do still have their disagreements but stuff like this takes time! Just be by their side and help when you can!
* Best activity together: Making up each other’s outfits then just doing a makeshift fashion show. Ink does your makeup and Dream does your hair. And you give them fun outfits too! You all have the most fun giggling and laughing at each other before just cuddling on the floor and enjoying the moment.
Mini story time!!!
You smile seeing Dream in one of your dresses. He looked so adorable and he pulled it off wonderfully! Ink was also laughing at him making Dream glare at him. Ink suddenly gulped when you and Dream pulled out a rainbow dress and a clown wig. We both chased after him and managed to put it on. The colorful dress actually looked nice on him but the wig Dream threw on him made us burst into laughter.
“Oh very funny,” Ink said with his eye lights red.
“It’s ok sweetheart,” You said taking off the wig, “The dress is fun, cute, and colorful! Just like you!”
Dream laughed, “Sorry Ink! The dress really was picked out for you. I just brought the wig as a joke!”
Ink looked surprised that Dream was the one who was behind the little prank. He laughed with us but suddenly pulled out a paintbrush, making a mischievous smile making us both freak out. But we were pleasantly surprised when the paint simply added yellow ribbons and bows to the dress on Dream. Both of us ‘ooooo’ed
And ‘aaaah’ed at the lovely added details. The yellow added a pop of color and matching Dream’s eye lights made it look amazing!
“See! I told you a little color wouldn’t hurt,” Ink said proudly.
“Nice job Ink! You two look amazing!” You said happily.
“But we have ONE more person left,” Dream said smiling sweetly. You gulped seeing both of them having their full attention on you.
You sigh and put your arms out, “Ok! Lead the way!”
The three of you happily enjoyed your time together as Dream ran his hands in your hair playfully and Ink making you giggle as he flirted with you while doing your makeup. And you couldn’t have been happier.
#my writing#self insert#undertale au#funny#fluff#cute#poly relationship#undertale au x reader#sans x reader#dream sans#ink sans#dream x reader x ink#undertale au headcanons#Oneshot#request answered#reader is doll-like with lolita styled clothes
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-Ahem- Er, I mean-- >∆>;;;;
Umm... Ifit'sokay,canyoupleasedotheSFWalphabetwithMoonbeam-bby? 🥺🥺
Hello my sweet Plagueling! With much delay, for which I am very sorry, here is the SFW alphabet.
I hope you like it <3
Tamaki Amajiki (MHA) - SFW Alphabet
Affection - What do they do to show affection?
Tamaki is very awkward, even within a relationship he needs some time to adjust before he can show affection properly. He likes to little things, and build it up. Brushing his hand against yours, liking pinkies, bringing you some water or asking if you slept okay, it’s subtle at first but if you know where to look you will see it. And eventually he will be bolder and hold your hand, brush a lock of hair behind your ear (if applicable), or tell you look look good. He will also make sure to be in your vicinity, while he doesn't like PDA much he loves to be generally close to you.
Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them
Physically? He can’t really pick something, or so he thinks when asked right out. However, his eyes often drift to yours, and the little lines at the corners which appear when you laugh. He also likes to make note of how different lights affect your eye color. He really loves your eyes, they are very expressive to him.
Emotionally, he loves how he can rely on you. It’s not as if he is dependent per se, but he needs some security in whichever form since his anxiety makes life pretty hard. Even if you have your own battles, you being there and fighting with him is already enough.
Cuddles - How to they like to hug their s/o?
In public he has his difficulties with hugs, he likes to wrap one arm around your waist and sort of pull you into his side. It’s a half-hug but it’s as much PDA as he can handle. But what counts to Tamaki is to have you at his side.
In private he is a little more bold. He will use both arms, sling them under yours and put his head on your head/shoulder. He wouldn’t ask for it, but he hopes that you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.
Discrete - What’s their opinion on PDA?
Tamaki is absolutely no fan of PDA, he is just too awkward and shy. He wants to show off this beloved, he’s super happy and proud but the anxiety makes PDA his personal nightmare. The most he can do without imploding is holding hands and the aforementioned half-hug. You may get a small kiss, if you just completed a more difficult mission and he was very worried. It won’t be a makeout session, just a wee peck. For Tamaki standards that is a lot.
When he’s in a more comfortable setting, like you guys are hanging out with common friends, he doesn't mind holding hands or sitting squished together. He’ll even go as far as you throw his arms around your shoulders and lightly trace patterns on your arm.
Everything - You are my ____. (Ex. World, Life, etc.)
“You are my anchor.” And you really are, even if you think you’re someone who needs a lot of support yourself, for Tamaki your existence in his life is like a lifeline. Especially when he gets super anxious, all he has to do is take your hand and breathe with you, and like a miracle he will be calm within minutes.
You’ve come into his life and suddenly everything made sense, a lot of things were less scary. You have become Tamaki’s safespace, no matter how hard his day was, you are there to anchor him and make him feel like the world is alright.
Family - Do they want a family?
He absolutely does, however, he will be very anxious about everything. Will he be a good Dad, will the pregnancy be without issues, and the birth? Will he be able to provide a good and stable environment for the kid? He has a lot of doubts, but after a lot of talking and preparation he will feel ready. Tamaki will be incredibly supportive, from the very first day of pregnancy all through raising the child. Tamaki will be an amazing Dad, as soon as he holds his kid, it’s like his anxiety melts away. While he’s not a natural immediately, he adapts super fast.
Gifts - What type of gifts to they give their s/o?
At first Tamaki will be unsure about what to give you. He feels like it should always be very thoughtful and maybe even on the expensive side. This doesn’t last long, Mirio talks him out of this mindset. Once he has passed this hurdle, he will be the one to give you little trinkets here and there, like a cute keychain he saw on patrol or that one book you mentioned early in the week. For holidays and anniversaries, he will go a little more out. It depends on what type of special day it is, it could be a necklace or a special edition of a book or game you like. He will vet you for months, trying to find the perfect gift.
Hands - Do they like to hold hands?
He does! As mentioned, it’s one of the only forms of PDA that doesn’t make this shy bean explode. He likes how warm your hand is in his, it’s also an emotional warmth that spreads through his entire body. To Tamaki it’s a sign you’re still right there next to him, and that he doesn’t have to worry (as much) about anything. It also keeps unwanted fans of yours at bay, everyone can see you’re with him.
Since his anxiety sometimes makes his hands sweat, he prefers to not interlace your fingers when in public, it’s uncomfortable for him, he feels insecure about having clammy hands. In private he will interlace though, he’ll be less nervous and to him it feels like nothing can pull the two of you apart.
Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?
This can go two ways if it is a minor injury, he will be a little worried and make sure to bandage you or put a bandaid on you himself. He is a hero after all, so scratches or a bruise won’t send him into a full panic. He will ask about what happened, but in general he will be pretty much okay in the situation.
However, if you get seriously injured he will go absolutely insane. If you are a hero/villain/civilian and get hurt during an attack, and Tamaki happens to be present, he will go on autopilot and make sure the threat to your safety is eliminated or contained. Only then will he go into panic mode, he won’t be able to control his nerves, and he will insist on staying right by your side. He will try not to cry or blame himself, but depending on the degree of your injuries he will fail.
If he is not present, and you get hurt by a villain or in an accident, he will also go into panic mode and be utterly useless until he is with you and can be sure that you’re safe and being treated properly. It’s most likely he’ll need one of his friends with him to help him get through the panic attack.
Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Tamaki will get jealous rather easily, even if it is rooted more in his own insecurity than in any distrust in you or the other person. He simply often thinks that you can do better, that you would maybe thrive more with someone who is less anxious. He would never start a fight because of it, and neither would he accuse you of anything.
You will notice pretty much immediately if he is jealous, because he won’t seek you out to get reassurance. He will avoid you too, a dead giveaway. Be patient, tell him for the umpteenth time that you’re there for him and won’t go. He just needs this, and honestly you knew this was gonna be a thing, so you don’t mind.
He will need a lot of, private, affection for a couple days.
Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Tamaki is a solid kisser, once you get through the awkward stage of him being super nervous around you. He doesn’t really have experience, at all, so you may have to teach him. He will be very attentive and will learn quickly. So be prepared for a few very blushy and short kisses, that leave him a mess, and for some very sweet and gentle ones that follow. His kisses are always on the gentle side, light and soft, he never adds much pressure.
The first kiss was super sweet and very awkward. He wanted to kiss you, he really did. He’s been hyping himself up for days. When the moment came, he froze up. Both of you a breath width apart, Tamaki has his hand on your hips, you got one hand on the side of his neck, and the other on his chest. The actual kiss was short, only lasting a couple seconds, but the emotions were there and no teeth clashing or the like. The awkwardness came after, when you pulled away and smiled and Tamaki was just standing like Tamaki.exe has stopped working. You laughed it off, patting his cheek and pulling him along to walk for a little.
All in all, a sweet first kiss.
Love - When did they know that they loved you?
Tamaki wasn’t actually looking for love or a relationship, he had trouble enough with platonic interactions and relationships. He fell in love slowly and gradually, the more he met with you, the more he realized how safe and good he feels when he is with you. Before he knew it, he kept thinking about you basically all day, wondering what you were doing and when he would see you again. He didn’t want to admit his feelings at first, when Nejire pointed it out, because of his insecurities, but in the end when you confessed/asked him out, he was overjoyed and stuttered out an affirmative response.
Memory - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Since romance wasn’t immediately high on his list, when Tamaki falls in love it’s for real and he wants to think that he will marry you one day, the only thing holding him back is his insecurity. As mentioned above, he does want a family, he may be a bit more traditional in that aspect. It’s the whole idea of having a spouse and kids, that is appealing to him, he would never judge people who are having kids out of wedlock.
It would take a lot of time for him to actually propose. The fear of rejection sits deep, he also isn’t sure how you feel about the timing and all. Once he has decided to actually go through with proposing though, he is more certain of himself. The marriage will be very domestic, shared chores, cuddles on the couch, etc etc. It’s more or less like the relationship you two had before, except whenever he talk about you and he can call you his, you can see that his eyes light up and his smile gets wider.
Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
Tamaki likes the more common nicknames, he isn’t very experimental. His favorites are bunny, dear and love. To him these count as PDA though and he won’t use them in public, he gets too embarrassed, so he opts to call you by your first name.
However, you may get him to use one if you tease him a little bit. He will let out a “Love please…” or “Bunny…” while blushing furiously.
In private he is less shy and uses all the nicknames he’s comfortable with interchangeably and often.
Orange - What colour reminds them of their s/o?
Whenever he sees a blueish purple he thinks of you.
(Sorry this question is confusing to me, so I won’t elaborate.)
Proposal - How did they propose?
He will vet you, just like with normal presents, what you like in jewelry and such. Tamaki makes sure to find the perfect ring for his perfect lover. He will even take months to get the one he thinks you will love. As for the actual proposal, he will take you on a date of your choice, whatever you want to do, he will be on board. The proposal will be technically planned, but he gets a little nervous and blurts out the question earlier than he wanted to. He’s a blushing mess, hands shaking as he’s looking up at you. His face and smile light up like the starry sky when you say yes, and he swears he has never been happier.
He will be all smiles, and giddy like a schoolboy for the rest of the night…actually for the rest of the month.
Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
Tamaki’s quirk. He can fly if he eats chicken, he can replicate plants etc. But let’s focus on the wings for now. Just a nice chicken nugget for lunch and he can take you anywhere you need to be in the evening. It’s quick, it’s easy and it’s free…well the flying is, you might have to pay for the chicken…in normal circumstances. It’s very useful for emergencies too, flying is much quicker than running or driving, so he can be there as soon as possible.
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Tamaki is actually pretty romantic, he loves to take you out for little dates. He gets inspiration on patrols, it’s where he mostly sees flyers and such and will bring it up to you. He’s down to try most things, but he’s not into extreme sports or anything like it. Prefers calm dates over action packed ones. He’s in the middle of creative and cliché, restaurants or obscure exhibitions, he just wants to spend time with you.
He will do his absolute best to remember everything you like and dislike. Be it a genre of book, a colour combination, it doesn’t matter, Tamaki will do his best to keep it in his mind. He wants to be able to surprise you, or give you new recommendations.
Your happiness is very important to him and he will not shy away from anything to make sure you are as content as you can be. If you want or need something, he will be at your beck and call, as long as it is within his abilities.
Supportive - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Yes. Tamaki is your biggest fan and support. He will always be there to encourage you, and he is 100% honest about it. He would never half assedly say something just to keep you happy. If he has some reservations, he will gently voice them, while making sure you know that technically he is on your side. He idolizes you, he believes there’s nothing you can’t do, a little like he regards Mirio. Except he thinks even higher of you.
He will always be your first customer, your first fan, the first one to spread the word about your achievements. It really doesn’t matter what you set your mind too, he will be there for you.
Time - What are their future plans?
He wants to marry you and eventually have kids, which are plans for further down the line. He sees himself working stabley at a hero agency, you doing your thing and at some point having a kid, who if they want to attend UA as well.
But Tamaki tries to not dream too far into the future, his more immediate plans are to just spend more time with you, and just experience life with you. While he is very anxious, he’d rather worry about what’s happening right now than in a couple years time.
Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
He is very understanding, when it comes to you and your worries, anxieties and insecurities he almost forgets his own. He will listen to you for hours while you rant about a certain topic, without judgment and very attentively. When you’re in a state of anxiety or panic, he can even be the one to talk you out of it. After all if someone know what that feels like it is Tamaki Amajiki.
He knows you like the back of his hand. He knows what lotion you like, when you feel snacky, when you’re excited or disappointed. He knows all your likes and dislikes. Tamaki sucks up any information about you like a sponge, it’s second nature to him. You’re beyond interesting to him and the most important person in his life. He wants to support you in every aspect, so to him it makes sense to know all these things.
Tamaki all in all is a very great and sensitive partner, while he needs a lot of reassurance and guidance, he will never hesitate to do the same for you. It’s the basis for a great and long lasting relationship.
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
It’s the most important thing to him, he puts you above everything. You are the love of his life, and losing you is an absolute nightmare to him. He will always be there for you first. That being said, he is still a hero and sometimes he needs to be somewhere because they need help. You’re obviously aware of this, and supportive, so usually it is not an issue when he has to ditch or be late.
You’re above his other relationships too, not that he would intentionally hurt his friends’ feelings just for you. But you’re his first address when he needs advice or anything. He loves his friends and would do anything for them and make sure they are fine. Tamaki is very good at making sure all the people in his life are content with the relationship they have with him.
Wild card - Random fluff headcanon
A little while into your relationship Tamaki starts to adopt your mannerisms. He is absolutely unaware of it. Other people need to point it out, and then he feels a mix of embarrassment and happiness. He adores you, and he sees coping you as not a bad thing at all. It’s very cute to see you both together, finishing each other’s puns or inside jokes.
Xylophone - What song describes their relationship with their s/o?
I don’t know much music, so I’m skipping this letter. I am sorry.
Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Tamaki’s not doing very well with it, it gets him overthinking quickly. He is capable of being apart from you for a couple days, you are both separate people after all. His missing you and becoming actually moody starts about a week after last seeing you. His mood will drop significantly faster and he’s prone to pout longer. When he’s at home he will use your items, not in a creepy way, more like he will drink his tea out of your favourite mug or use your pillow to sleep on.
Zebra - Do they want a pet?
He’s not opposed to it at all. He doesn’t really have a preference, I don’t see him as a strong dog or cat person. However, it also depends on your profession. He is a hero and often gone for an unpredictable amount of time, or sometimes has to leave spontaneously. So if it’s a pet that is very care intensive, it would be better if you had a job that would allow you more time at home. If you also have a time intensive job, he would suggest a pet that’s a bit more independant. Tamaki wouldn’t want the animal to feel sad or alone, so that would be the only thing that is not negotiable to him.
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Stranger Things The Bully Review
Synopsis: It’s been a year since Troy had his arm broken by Eleven. Still struggling with nightmares over the encounter, Troy enlists James’s help as he attempts to prove that what happened to him was only a trick. However, as he becomes entangled in events beyond his control, he begins to realize he might be way in over his head........
Of all the tie-in comics, books, and graphic novels related to Stranger Things, this is by far my least favorite. I didn’t have high expectations when I first heard what the premise was going to be, and reading it did nothing to endear it to me.
I’ll say right now that the only thing I liked about this graphic novel was the artwork and coloring. This is by the same team that did Stranger Things Zombie Boys and Stranger Things Erica the Great, and it looks amazing. Sadly, that’s all it has going for it because the story, and the main character they chose to focus on, ends up bringing this down.
This will be a short review because there isn’t a lot to talk about. Nothing that takes place here will likely play any important role in season 5, and it's seriously doubtful the Duffer Brothers are bringing back Troy and James for the final season.
The entire time I was reading, there was one persistent thought going through my head: What is the point of this?
I get the comics, graphic novels, and books are meant to expand the world of Stranger Things and flesh-out aspects and characters that the show didn’t have time to focus on, but this particular instance felt pointless and time-consuming. Troy and James are not characters that have appeared since season 1, and they’ve had absolutely no role in driving the plot forward since that time. They were just there to exist as stock bullies who made the main characters lives a living hell (similar to Angela and her ilk from season 4). Once they served their purpose (and got a humiliating comeuppance for their behavior), there was no need for them to be on the show anymore.
So you’d think if they were going to bring those particular characters back, they’d do something meaningful with them. Unfortunately, they don’t.
The story is set during season 2, with the major difference being we get to see it from Troy’s perspective as he witnesses key events: Will getting bullied on Halloween Night and (unbeknownst to Troy) hallucinating the Mind Flayer, the pollywogs, the rotten pumpkin patch, the demodogs attack in the junkyard, and so on. Troy and James basically act as observers during all of this.
It’s a similar premise to the Stranger Things Summer Special comic that came out last year: It rehashes the events of a certain season, except they stick in unimportant side characters who coincidentally happened to be there when those events were taking place. The difference is the Summer Special focused on Officers Callahan and Powell and was set during season 3.
Like Callahan and Powell in the Summer Special, Troy and James don't have a purpose here. You could cut all of their scenes in The Bully, and it would have no impact on the overall plot of season 2.
It doesn't help that Troy is extremely unlikable during all of this. If you despised him in season 1, you're not going to think any better of him here. He spends most of the story being an asshole, continues to harass Mike and his friends (and at one point is about to slash their bike tires out of sheer spite), throws rocks at squirrels because he can, and repeatedly treats James like shit (to the point James starts to get fed up with him).
They try to give Troy a Freudian Excuse in the form of his parents (similar to what they did with Billy on the show) with Troy's mom being a Karen and Troy's dad being one of those "Don't Apologize, It Shows Weakness" type of guys. However, it still doesn't do anything to make Troy likeable because the problem is Troy doesn't have any other redeeming qualities to fall back on. He's still a bully, and whatever measly attempts there are to make him look sympathetic fall flat. I remember this was discussed on the Stranger Things TV Tropes page at one point when someone tried to put Troy in the "Unintentionally Sympathetic" category, rationalizing that it's hard not to feel bad for him even if he's irredeemable, to which other users pointed out that since Troy is irredeemable, he isn't sympathetic.
The ending is where the graphic novel completely falls apart. Long story short, Troy and James end up near the same junkyard the night Steve is fighting off the demodogs to protect Dustin, Lucas, and Max on the bus. Despite James's meek suggestion that maybe they should go help Steve and the others (bonus points for that I guess?), Troy flat-out refuses. Both Troy and James later get chased by demodogs, and James ends up tripping and falling down as one of the demodogs closes in on him. Troy initially looks like he's going to help James, but chooses to save his own skin instead. Just when the demodogs are about to attack them, the Mind Flayer calls them back to raid Hawkins Lab. In the aftermath, Troy begins berating James again, and James finally reaches his limit with Troy, gives him a scathing "Reason You Suck" speech, and leaves. The next day, just before Troy is set to move out of Hawkins with his parents (because his dad lost his job), he goes to apologize to James and they briefly reconcile before Troy heads out.
Putting aside how the ending glosses over the severity of Troy leaving James to the mercy of the demodogs and expecting us to buy that James would ever want be his friend again after that, the biggest problem is the moment doesn't feel earned. You can't spend 99% of a story having your main character be this awful, have him do the bare minimum to make up for it, and still expect the readers to care about him.
It doesn't help that this small, pathetic reconciliation Troy has with James doesn’t address the issues audiences had with Troy in the first place. Fans were angry and disgusted with him because of things he'd done on the show: Bullying Mike and his friends, making homophobic (and in Lucas's case, racist) remarks towards them, mocking Will's death when it supposedly happened, and threatening to cut out Dustin's teeth with a knife if Mike didn't walk off a cliff that would have inevitably led to Mike's death had El not intervened. They made Troy too much of a Hate Sink to the point it's borderline impossible to make him redeemable, and this graphic novel does nothing to alleviate that.
If Troy's story had been about realizing how awful of a person he'd become and making a genuine attempt to atone for his treatment of the Party, from apologizing to them to putting in the hard effort of making amends and maybe even trying to become their friends (similar to the arc Steve had in the first 2 seasons), that would be one thing. I don't know how many people would have bought it or cared, but there would have at least been a purpose in that. It would have given Troy some much needed character development, and it would have added depth to a character who was pretty one-dimensional to begin with. But the way it's done here doesn't work. It also doesn't help that other comics (like Zombie Boys and Dungeons and Dragons) demonstrate that Troy really hasn't changed and is still the same bully he's always been:
Imagine if they came out with a comic or graphic novel centered around Angela from season 4 that had Angela continue to be a vicious bully to others (even after El smashed her face in with a roller-skate), gave her a flimsy sob story to justify her cruel behavior (which would do absolutely nothing to make her look sympathetic), enlisted her friends to get revenge on El by following her all the way to Hawkins, consistently treated her boyfriend Jake like shit during all of this, ran afoul of Vecna's monsters by chance and proceeded to abandon her friends to save herself like the coward she is, and then offered a measly "I'm sorry" to them later which would get treated as a heartwarming moment. All the while, Angela would have no further role in the show and wouldn't ever appear in season 5.
Would anyone care about this story? Would there be any point to this? Would it change anything about how awful of a person Angela is?
If your answer to these questions is a resounding NO, then you can understand the issues I have with The Bully.
I wouldn't recommend this graphic novel. It's a shame because, as I said before, the artwork and coloring is pretty, but that arguably makes it worse. At least with the Summer Special starring Officers Callahan and Powell, it was a one-shot comic that's currently available on Kindle for a low price. This graphic novel clearly had effort put into it, it's pretty pricey to buy, and the result only highlights just how mediocre and inconsequential it is.
And to be clear: I've liked other graphic novels Greg Pak has written (Zombie Boys is one of my favorites). I don't know if this was a story he decided to write, or if it was mandated from the higher-ups at Netflix and/or Dark Horse, but either way, it's a major miss.
#stranger things#stranger things the bully#stranger things comics#troy walsh#james dante#stranger things season 2#mike wheeler#will byers#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#steve harrington#demodogs#tgh opinions#tgh reviews#the duffer brothers#angela stranger things
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I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT SHADOWS OF ROSE SO BAD AGHHHHHH
Can we just talk about the amazing use of contrast when it comes to Michael's written words in the dlc??? Everything is so dark and distorted, meanwhile with Michael's words you feel the warmth despite the lack of a voice.
It helps too that they use golden yellow! A warm color, a color that represents happines, optimism, and friendship. The light that guides Rose to her journey to the crystal.
They really could've went and made Ethan a cool, badass, still sane mold monster but they didn't, they made him something that literally look like it came from the heavens. He really is an angel sent from heaven 🥺
Also I'm glad they didn't fully make Mia bad here, though there was the weird plot hole where she didn't tell Rose anything about Ethan... And from what me and my friends discussed it appears Rose has gone into a boarding school, resulting in less time to visit Mia. Probably why she mentions "I haven't seen Mom in ages."
Its super cool Rose is hella smart, though it ended up kinda kickstarting the bullying for her :( they're just jelly she's tons smarter and cooler than they'll ever hope to be.
The whole Winters home sequence wa soooo fluffy and cute it just made me giddy inside!!! :3 and when Ethan says "You have me." when Eveline screams that Rose is no more than a freak who has no friends made me break UGHH
And as usual, Ethan puts other before himself even willing to fight Miranda and possibly suffer a lot. But it wouldn't matter as long as his daughter was safe.
And what does Rose do? She sacrifices the only chance she has to be normal, all just to save her dad. Like he did for her back then!!!!
This DLC dude, i swear.... It really made my heart soar...
That's a good reaction pic for this DLC. Just looking at the void screaming inside.
Ethan's words were like a soft light guiding and supporting Rose through the dark and creepy nightmare. It's not just what he said, but the way his words were shown was so on point. I was so excited to see what he'd say and at the same time felt relief every time he appeared, cause after all the creepy and intense stuff, he provided Rose with support and a moment to breathe.
I feel it's once again them not caring about making Ethan a macho badass. He's just a dude and he cares so much for his daughter, prioritizing her over anything else. And his appearance with soft, glowing words really accentuates that. He's just a soft dad 🥺🥺 and really, it's what Rose needed in that case. It helps build up their relationship up to the end where they hug and say they love each other. It wouldn't work as well, it wouldn't hit as hard, if for most of the game it was just a cool badass portrayal of Ethan who at the end suddenly shows a caring, soft side. I mean, I'm not implying anything about real life; but since this is a fictional story, it worked so well to have "Michael" guide Rose and help her while being portrayed as calm and reassuring, for us to invest and be touched by their final scene. I mean dude they really went for the feels and they wanted us to cry even harder than we cried at the end of the main game.
The boarding school idea is kinda good, although I wonder how and why they decided to send her away. They had seen how Eveline ended up when she felt that she didn't have a family to love her; why did they repeat that mistake with Rose? And yeah I'm wondering too why Mia didn't tell her anything about Ethan. Maybe Rose was too young to remember when Chris took her? But still like, there should be something, idk. And if they do leave it there and don't explore the Winterses' story in any future games, then the reason Rose didn't learn anything about Ethan will stay a plot hole.
Oh I feel that about her being bullied. I was bullied a lot at school too, and it always comes from kids that have something going on with their lives and just take it out on an easy victim. Though that kinda goes to show that Rose had received enough care by that point that she didn't turn full-on Eveline and never burst out using her powers to hurt other people. Or like, you know Stephen King's Carrie? That second doll puzzle where they prepare to throw something on the Rose doll from a bucket could have easily ended up in Rose losing it and killing them on the spot. And now I'm thinking, when K in the beginning cutscene tells her "You're not a freak!" or whatever, it feels like it's the first time Rose hears something like that. And it would make sense, considering it's a fake, only Miranda manipulating her. Geez Rose really doesn't have anyone to support her through this huh. Once again, Chris wants her to join his operation, but god forbid he supports her emotionally and helps her accept that she's not a monster.
No, only Ethan is there for her, and he's not even THERE. That "You have me" breaks me too, I'm going through Maxylobes' first time playthrough and seeing it again makes me wanna scream. My sweet Ethan! He really doesn't care if Rose has her powers or not, he only wants her to be happy in whatever way she wants to be. And he invests in it. Rose wants to remove her powers and is stubborn about it? Imma help my daughter out! Rose accepts her powers back in order to defeat Miranda and have a moment with me? I'm so very proud of my baby T_T
And yeah when Rose breaks the crystal, it's like she's at once and full-force reciprocating her dad's devotion. Like, it means a lot to me that in the main game, Ethan could have left the village at any given moment, yet he stayed and fought in order to save his daughter, even dragged himself back TO LIFE to complete that. And again, Rose has the chance to get out of the megamycete consciousness at any given moment, but she's determined to get rid of her powers… and it's a case of "the real treasure was the friends we made along the way" because she realizes that what she really wanted was not to get rid of her powers, but to embrace and accept them, and feel LOVED with OR without them. And Ethan's guidance, and support, and protection, and LOVE throughout the whole nightmare she was going through, no matter whether she got rid of her powers or kept them, is what helped her do exactly that. She didn't want to feel "normal"; she wanted to feel loved. Her classmates hated her for her powers; Chris seemed to only value her FOR her powers. And instead, Ethan shows her unconditional love, that powers or not, he loves her to death, literally.
Bruh I'm… I'm… I need a moment. I had so many reservations about this DLC but GOD did it give me so much more than I could ever have expected.
#don't get me wrong there's still a lot I'd like answered#but what we got was huge by itself <3#Ethan Winters#Rosemary Winters#Resident Evil#re meta#Shadows of Rose#shadows of rose spoilers#resident evil spoilers#mushroomwithsomeink#ask and ye shall receive
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I was tagged by alemanriq (a lot of time ago...I'm revising my drafts. Thanks tho, Ale! ♥)
Tag the person who tagged you and let them know when you’ve finished. (I'm not doing this, tagging people gives me anxiety)
Answer the questions/tasks and then tag 20 people and let them know they’ve been tagged
1. How tall are you? 1.58 m
2. What color and style is your hair? Dark brown and straight
3. Which color are your eyes? Dark brown, almost black
4. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I used to wear glasses but I never got used to them so I dropped them, didn't need them that much.
5. Do you wear braces? I should but I'm not.
6. What’s your fashion style? I like formal attire or close to formal: coats, boots, shirts and jeans, maybe a sweater but a thin one. Dresses in summer.
7. What is your name? Mariana, but I prefer to be called Mari
8. When were you born? 21st December 1990
9. How old are you? 32
10. Where are you from/live now? Perú
11. Do you have any siblings and what are their names? Older brother
12. What school/college do you go to? Graduated at the supposedly best uni in Perú but not actually.
13. What kind of student are you? In uni I was a bad a student, like a bit bellow average. In high school I was a very good student most of my life.
14. Do you even like school? I loathed high school. I liked most of my uni years, more because of friends, less because of learning.
15. What are your favorite subjects? Literature, art, music, language, english, french, biology, art history.
16. What are your favourite tv shows? Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul are amazing shows. As for anime, my fave are Yu Yu Hakusho, HunterxHunter 2011, Akatsuki no Yona, Re:Zero, Digimon tamers/02 and those are all I can remember right now.
17. What are your favourite movies? I adore Pride and Prejudice (basic I know), but in general I tend to adore horror movies more like Midsommar, Hereditary and zombie movies in general.
18. What are your favorite books? Dracula, uh... polemyc I know but I will always say HP series and ...I can't remember any other one rn tbh.
19. What is your favourite pass time? Playing videogames but also organizing stuff and fixing stuff around the house
20. Do you have any regrets? Majoring in graphic design.
21. What’s your dream job? character designer...and if I learn how to draw/shade/color better: illustrator.
22. Would you like to get married one day and where? I did get married, I think the places were nice. It was a beautiful church with a gothic design and the reception was in a house on the country side. The house had a vintage colonial style and it was pretty elegant, the garden with the pool looked nice and the decor me and husband chose was top notch.
23. Would you like to have kids one day and how many? I don't earn enough money to have kids but if I got money I would have 2 kids.
24. Are you a girly girl, a regular girl, or more of a tomboy? I was a regular one most of my life? Kinda like comfy type and no make-up. Now I'm girly, I want all the pink and all the make up!
25. Do you like shopping? Just the right amount of time but yeah.
27. What is the most scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? Some guys entered my family home and killed everyone. I even remember feeling the bullet in my stomach and the blood coming out of me before I woke up.
28. Do you have enemies? I have no enemies.
29. Who are your best friends? I'm not so sure, I'm insecure in this field. I used to think I had 3, but idk anymore.
30. Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend and what is their name? Husband and he doesn't like his info to be disclosed so I won't name him.
31. What is the biggest lie you have ever told anyone? I'm not a good liar.
32. Do you believe in miracles? Yes
Put your music on shuffle and write down 30 songs that come up without skipping. (How about just 5)
1. Almost Home - mxmtoon
2. That's What I like - Bruno Mars
3. Golden Time Lover - Sukima Switch
4. Helena - My Chemical Romance
5. This is Love - Utada Hikaru
This is the part where you tag 20 people! As for me, if you read this you are tagged! You can tag me if u fill this btw, my anxiety only goes one way.
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(i have no idea how OnlyFans works, so, uh, whatever. LOL thanks group chat!!!)
Heather wakes up to her phone dinging.
WAKE UP, GIRL, NEW CHIP REVIEW INCOMING, Julie’s message thread screams. Heather scrambles out of her blankets and kicks free, grabbing her laptop. He never gives them lead-up time, the asshole; they’ll get maybe five minutes before the stream goes live at all hours of the day (and night), and as a result, Heather’s had to deal with her phone notifications all night just to ensure she doesn’t miss one of the reviews.
She pulls up OnlyFans, grateful that she lives alone in a crappy studio apartment and gets her own credit card bills now, so her parents can’t see that monthly charge. Yikes. Having to explain that one would be a nightmare.
Her phone dings again. Some monstrosity from Japan that was sent to his P.O. Box.
Fucking amazing, Heather writes back.
The video starts up. It always starts empty, because Hook films all his own videos in the laziest way possible and doesn’t seem to have a camera with a count-down. He slides onto the screen in a hideous neon green sweatshirt and holds up the bag of chips, which sports three pictures of fire, something in Japanese that Heather can’t read, and in English, CALBEE KAATAGE - GRILLED SEAWEED.
“Girl, no,” Heather says to her computer screen. “What in the hell...”
Her phone lights up. The chat says someone paid $100 to get him to wear that sweatshirt.
It’s hurting my eyes!! Heather returns. At least Hook’s good looks help neutralize the glaring hue of the sweatshirt. Last week, it had been hot pink camo. Heather and Julie are planning to go in together to see if they can’t pay enough to get him to wear a sweatshirt with the bisexual flag colors.
Hook sits down on his couch that looks like he fished it out of a landfill. Really, it’s all part of his weird charm. The number of viewers along the bottom leaps up past two hundred, then three hundred, and then five hundred as everyone logs on to try and catch the latest reaction. Hook opens the bag of weird Japanese chips and takes one out, studying it for a few moments before popping it in his mouth. He chews. Heather sucks in a quick breath, afraid to move.
Then he sort of nods, frowning. “Hmm.”
Oh, he didn’t like that one! Julie’s text reads. Buuuuurn.
The feed cuts out. Heather updates the list of flavors she’s keeping on her laptop with the verdict. Then she swings her legs out of bed to get ready for work, glad that Hook decided to start the stream at a more sensible time this morning. The 3 AM ones are killing her.
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The next one is three days later. They’re starting to pick up now that everyone is sending shit to his P. O. Box, trying to track down the most insane flavors available. Heather’s already on her computer watching YouTube, so she tabs over to OnlyFans when the notification email startles her out of her reverie.
When the video starts up this time, the chip bag is in front of the camera.
Oh my god, Julie texts. Holy shit it’s the one chip challenge.
Who the fuck sent him this?? Heather writes back.
Hook settles on his couch, holds up one finger. Oh my god, he’s really going to do it. He might burn his tongue clean off, and then where would they be? Heather can’t survive without the chip reviews. Hook then holds up a glass of milk, so at least he’s smart enough to be prepared. But still, Heather is almost afraid to watch. (His sweatshirt is dotted with red hearts; definitely something someone sent in for him to wear.)
Then the chat on the side of Heather’s screen blows up, capslock for miles.
HOLY SHIT, Julie says. DANHAUSEN IS HERE.
HE SENT IT, Heather returns. YOU KNOW HE DID.
She’s pretty sure she’s right when, in the chat, Danhausen’s weird little painted-face emoji says: hook has the spicy chip! perhaps he should take his sweatshirt off?
“YES, BAE,” Heather exclaims, pumping her fists in the air.
On screen, Hook squints, focusing on the comment. Then he sighs, rolling his eyes in a grand show, before standing up and pulling the sweatshirt free over his head. The chat, as expected, goes nuts again. Hook’s been hitting the gym or something--his shoulders look broader. It’s impossible to see that under the bulky sweatshirts he wears all the time. Heather likes to focus on the tattoo near his left collarbone on the rare occasions when the stream finally nudges down a direction OnlyFans is better known for.
yes, very good, Danhausen says in the chat. Heather could kiss his weird clown emoji for making her day so much better. the fanhausens are happy now.
Hook gives the video feed a middle finger, and then pops the chip in his mouth. Chews. Furrows his brow. “Eh.”
Anticlimactic, Julie writes.
But then Hook starts coughing. Heather loses it, because it’s always the part that comes after that gets people. She laughs so hard she nearly snorts water out her nose as Hook scrambles around on the screen for the glass of milk. In his flailing, he manages to knock the whole thing over.
Oh no!! Julie’s text says.
Suddenly, Heather is afraid Hook will actually die and then her will to live will follow.
oh, oh, hold please, Danhausen says in the chat. Then he disappears, his emoji vanishing.
Hook’s stumbled off-screen, but his harsh coughs are still audible. Heather stares at the shadows along the back of his couch. In the background, a door opens, a clicking latch. Then, the sound of glass against a countertop. Mumbling that’s not at all comprehensible over the sound of Hook’s continued hacking.
Finally, Hook sits back down with a new glass of milk. It seems to help. He glares at the camera and gives the feed a thumbs down.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, Julie says. What just happened. Someone was in there with him.
Was DANHAUSEN in there with him?? Heather fires back.
OH MY GOD, Julie screams. ARE THEY DATING. IS THAT WHAT THIS IS.
The stream ends. Heather thinks she might expire.
Holy shit, she types. Holy shit. That’s why D is the only one who can ask for Hook to take his sweatshirt off without getting IMMEDIATELY banned.
We should have known he wasn’t single, Julie mourns. My whole 10-year life plan is ruined.
Yeah, Heather’s going to have to rework some things on her vision board. She sighs. But, on the flip-side, at least Hook isn’t dead, and she’ll get to keep watching the chip reviews.
It’s the little things.
#this is easily the most insane thing i have ever written#but oh ho the group chat has spoken#and this is what came out of it
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(tagged by the lovely @ailec-12 ✨)
I posted 1,471 times in 2022
48 posts created (3%)
1,423 posts reblogged (97%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@flitwickslittlebrotha
@charactershoesfic
@werewolffeelings
@bloody-wonder
@grrrrrr-argh
I tagged 884 of my posts in 2022
Only 40% of my posts had no tags
#trc - 243 posts
#tdt - 206 posts
#mdzs - 111 posts
#pynch - 79 posts
#d - 54 posts
#aftg - 32 posts
#greywaren spoilers - 32 posts
#fic - 17 posts
#greywaren - 15 posts
#ask - 13 posts
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#i also want to check the country of others by leïla slamani out from my library so whenever i do that i'm pushing it to the top of my list
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.
i was tagged by both @flitwickslittlebrotha and @kelliealtogether thanks!!! 💕
the real hawk: Ronan knocked, and then knocked again with more force.
est quaedam flere voluptas: On some hidden level, Adam wanted to be the kind of person to effortlessly enjoy parties.
Yiling’s apples: There were plenty of homeless people in Yiling.
overflowing: Sirius regretted many things.
little dolls for sale: It wasn’t the first time Ronan had thought about it.
enormous are the groves: Adam poured himself out of his car, barely pausing to close the door after him.
into silence: It was Blue, Gansey and Henry’s fourth going-away party.
the plum tree flower: Adam inhaled deeply when he got the door open.
arm as a pillow: Declan didn’t technically live with Jordan.
stars parting: The nightmare wasn’t special.
all in all i'm pretty happy with these first lines! so much that some of them doubled as summaries 🙃 i'm not sure who's been tagged already so i'm just gonna tag @of-stars-and-moon @ailec-12 @parakeatswrites and you guys can ignore me if you've done it already 💛
10 notes - Posted February 21, 2022
#4
ages ago (i'm super late sorry 🙃) @andrea-lyn tagged me to do this! 💛 (thank you lovely!!)
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2021. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
when the world is one color (pynch, 2k). so this is the first of the many one shots i managed to write and post last year and i'm very happy with how it turned out! aka how to combat being cold with hugs (missing scene, post-trk, pre-epilogue)
but for their voices (pynch, 5k). this was very exciting to write bc it was fun to explore adam's thought process in this cdth-inspired au. aka adam is not unkowable if you stare at him long enough (different meeting au, college)
a persimmon (pynch, 1k). oh dear i struggled so hard to finish this little piece bc there were many different things i wanted to include, but i'm quite happy with the result! aka adam panics bc he's horny (missing scene during ch. 39 of trk)
the puppeteer (pynch, 3k). i made myself cry while writing this one. aka once upon a dream (sickfic, mi-adjacent)
yiling’s apples (mdzs, 2k). i've fallen hard for their story so i had to write something for it. aka why does everything important happen in yiling (pov outsider, gen)
tagging @ailec-12 @of-stars-and-moon @cheeeryos @behindtheatlantic @parrished @catboyadamparrish @flightspathfic @kelliealtogether @parakeatswrites 💛💛
12 notes - Posted January 11, 2022
#3
back in march (😅😅) the lovely @ailec-12 tagged me in this game! i'm super late but 🤷♀️
rules: tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with
Last Song: can't remember as usual 🙃
Last TV Show: twenty-five twenty-one (yes it's destroyed me thanks! 🥺)
Currently Watching: crash landing on you (it's a rewatch!)
Currently Reading: you are not like other mothers by angelika schrobsdorff and i'm listening to beloved by toni morrison's audiobook
tagging @ive-garden @creativefiend19 @kelliealtogether @of-stars-and-moon @parrished @sleepy-skittles @purgatorybfs @catboynecromancy @cheeeryos 💛
12 notes - Posted August 3, 2022
#2
Describe yourself with ONLY pictures you have! You cannot download or search new pictures.
i was tagged by @parakeatswrites @kelliealtogether and @behindtheatlantic 💕💕💕
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My #1 post of 2022
writing prompts 💖
it's been a hot minute since i last opened prompts and i don't really have lots of time in my hands to write but i think having little things to serve as inspiration is exactly what i need to get back to my usual writing rythm! so. please send me a pairing and a prompt and i'll write a little one-shot 💕 (i'm mainly in the mood for writing pynch and wangxian but if you wished to see any other pairing just send it my way and i'll see if i can write something for it!)
thanks @ailec-12 for helping me compile this lovely list of prompts! 💛
50 Angsty Questions Prompt List
more questions
dialogue ideas
kiss prompts
more kisses
100 dialogue prompts
bad things happen bingo
minifics
anon asks are of course welcome as well! 🥰 thank you!
14 notes - Posted August 23, 2022
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One Line, Any Fic
Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!
I was tagged by @michelangelinden, check out his amazing post here! It looked like fun, though I can't remember if I have ten fics posted... no time like the present to find out I suppose!
No pressure tagging @molinapattersons, @tillstarscollided, @innytoes, and anyone else that wants to play!
Maybe You Can't, But That's Why I'm Here
The seven steps to the bathroom felt like much more, but Willie immediately slipped an arm around his waist when he got there, which helped.
2. You Are My Getaway
“Do you want to talk about it?” Willie murmured, holding eye contact even as their hand tugged Alex’s shirt all the way off the decorated skin.
3. I'll Be Here, I'll Hold You Through It
Usually when Julie has nightmares, one of them cuddling with her will either settle her or wake her up so they can hold her or get hot chocolate or something.
4. It's New, It Looks Good On You
Neither of them had to go home because they were home, right here, in their apartment, with each other.
5. I Didn't Know You Knew
“How in the world did you guys learn about fanfic?” she cried, leaving her water bottle behind to pace around the couch.
6. Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
“That sounds like someone who doesn’t want a cowboy ride,” he sighed dramatically.
7. All of Me, Honestly, is Dedicated to Hold You
“So… alone at last,” he commented, stepping forward and nudging Alex back against the wall.
8. I Shouldn't Keep Loving You(But I Like it When You Hold My Hand)
“Third question, would you have a problem with loving Willie if they loved you back?”
9. You Are My Favorite Place
They realized they liked the taste of strawberry ice cream even better when it came from Alex's mouth instead of his spoon and how satisfying it was to see the little marks they'd left on Alex's neck.
10. Your Colors Show Me Your History
He knew Willie had done (and still sometimes did) street art, but to actually see it, in a museum no less, was a whole separate thing.
#this was so fun!#some of these lines make no sense out of context#love that for me#guess you'll have to go read the fics if you wanna know what's going on#or just ask me if you don't want to#this took almost all my posted fics#apparently I have 13#legolas tag#tag games#legolas fic list#cause this is almost all of them...
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15 questions, 15 people
i was tagged by the amazing @jesskier and wonderful @asbealthgn thank you <3
1. Are you named after anyone?
not as far as i know. but my grandpa would point at a church when we passed by and said i had the name of the Saint on one of the sides. which was a thing. but i'm pretty sure i wasn't named because of said Saint LOL
2. When was the last time you cried?
oh. yesterday ✌️ for reasons
3. Do you have kids?
i am practically a kid and it's awful to take care of myself why would i choose to have an actual kid
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
i love sarcasm. does that answer the question? no but that's my answer
5. What's the first thing you notice about people?
idk? their faces? what else would i be looking at? their sweet sweet asses? (maybe) (god i'm in a weird mood ignore me)
6. What's your eye color?
brown
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
both? scary movies can have happy endings.
8. Any special talents?
hahahahahahahaha
9. Where were you born?
in a hospital
10. What are your hobbies?
oh god. uh. reading fics, listening to music, watching youtube videos tv shows and movies. making edits. and i'm going to lie and say writing :) seeing as i haven't been doing it much.
11. Do you have any pets?
mayhaps
12. What sports do you play/have played?
i used to swim. and i did all the sports i had to in PE. other than that lol
13. How tall are you?
i'm so tall. you have no idea how tall i am. i can def reach the floor when i sit on a chair properly. and i can def reach the cupboards.
14. Favorite subject in school?
school was a nightmare don't make me think of it
15. Dream job?
no <3
#tag game#about me#tumblr game#me#i'm sorry#i'm in a weird mood#pls no one read my answers#also obviously i'm not tagging anyone#if you see this and wanna do it consider yourself tagged
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