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the means by which all is revealed
#minato arisato#persona 3#persona#persona 3 fes#makoto yuki#persona 3 protagonist#ペルソナ3#ペルソナ#p3p#art.mymp3#not entirely happy with it but at this point im just putting it out there so i can move on#did work hard on it though!#excited to try to branch out and make more complete pieces like this#in the future#yay
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ᡣ𐭩 bill and his tank tops
you look at bill who you lead into the bedroom. closing the door behind you, you press a small but sweet kiss onto his lips that leave him smiling. “what’s up schatzi?” he asks, his cheeks are a rosy pink as he stares at you.
“you’re just so breathtaking, bill—like i can’t get enough of this look!”
laughing, he tilts his head, “where’s this coming from?” “i mean, come on, bill.. are you kidding? like you’re beautiful everyday but this hair.. it’s driving me crazy..” you stare at bill as he averts eye contact, clearly, you’re making him embarrassed by the unexpected compliments tonight.
but it’s true. for their new era, bill decided to get dreadlocks. tom says that he’s copying him but each of their hair looks totally and completely different despite following the same concept.
now don’t get it twisted, tom’s dreads were sick as fuck. but on bill?
it just unleashed this sort of sex appeal that cannot be explained, yet it suits him just right.
on top of that, for their humanoid era, bill’s fashion has been incredibly taunting. and it’s not just any piece of clothing, it’s the tank tops. let it be tight to show off his small waist and a little bit of bicep to prove he does a little work out on the side, it was sensual, and when you first witnessed it,
you swear gears started to turn in your head.
it didn’t pique your interest until one of the tank tops that bill wore was wayy more loose on him. slipping off his shoulder, “sorry meine liebe.. i just need to grab something,” as the strap of the tank top falls even lower, you peek through an opening to reveal his bare chest. he might as well have not worn anything today because he’s dressing like a total slut.
the little buds taunting you, as if they were trying to tease you on purpose. was he doing this to get at you or did he just completely not know..?
licking your lips, you rub your hands on bill’s shoulders, “can.. can i try something..?” bill’s eyes widen. the two of you weren’t really experimental in bed. your vanilla lifestyle had kept the two of you satisfied and never really branches out to the dark sides of intimacy.
until tonight.
“mmhm!” bill sounds excited, he himself wasn’t really the expert as mentioned, but would be willing to do and go through anything and everything if it was with you. you sit bill down on the bed. following after you swiftly take off the tank top that he was wearing off his torso.
a sharp inhale, as you looked at bill in all his glory. your eyes analyzed his body, he had also gotten a new tattoo that laid upon the side of his ribcage, it took four hours, and it was totally worth it because it was hot as fuck.
and you were the only one who could see it.
bill’s arms come up to hug his body in embarrassment, “y/n.. you’re staring s’much..” “sorry bill, can’t help it, my beautiful boyfriend is soooo hot..” you bring your hands to hold his arms that still wrap around his body. “now let me see you more? ja?”
he could only oblige when you lift away his arms with no trouble. placing each arm down to his side, you slide your hands up and down his chest, tickling him. “what’re you doing..?” bill’s chest heaves slightly, getting a little bit ticklish to the sensations of your hands moving across his body.
“just a little sumthin’” you stop your hands above his nipples. they’re so tiny. so tiny and so cute. standing above bill in front of him, all he could do was look up at you and bite his lip in anticipation.
you bring your fingers to circle around the muscle. just curious, into seeing how he would react. you would circle the pads of your fingers awfully slow, looking down at his chest and back up at his face.
twisted in confusion, bill didn’t know how to react. it was ticklish, uncomfortable. but some part of it brought upon pleasure, as you continued to move your hands across his chest the way you like, he could feel his pants becoming a tad bit tighter.
“you okay bill..?” “y-yeah.. feel s’weird, but i like it..” you come to sit and straddle his lap, kissing his lips and bringing your hands to run you fingers through his hair, “would you like me to continue?” bill just nods and looks back down shyly.
you grip onto his hair to make him look at you once more, “billy.. i need you to use your words,” “y-yes please..” “very well.” hands upon his chest, you fondle the tissue under your fingers while bringing his mouth to yours yet again.
you lick at his lips to ask permission, mouth slightly agape you take this as a sign and slip the muscle into his mouth.
bill didn’t even attempt to fight for dominance, tonight, he was gonna let you take over.
as your mouths entangle one another, you feel bill’s tongue piercing and run your tongue across it. while doing so, you thought to take it up a notch elsewhere and pinched his nipples.
“mm!” bill moans into the kiss, “feels good hm?” as you speak into the kiss. bill would just whine and essentially started to grind his hips onto yours after realizing you fully sat on top of him.
you lay bill down onto the soft mattress, legs hanging off of the bed as you still sat on him. trailing kisses down his body, you stop at his chest. “can i continue..?” “i need you to continue..” bill spoke with a breathy voice, he was needy, and was reallyyy into whatever you’re doing.
guiding your mouth towards one nipple, you take a lick and look up at bill’s face who’s eyes are squeezed shut and mouth agape. you further nip at the left bud while rolling the right between your index and thumb finger, almost pinching it.
switching from doing that, you suck on the skin around his nipples that cover his chest, leaving many hickeys. the both of you not caring where, just as long as they’re there.
you continue this stimulation until you feel bill shake under you. your body jolts up and looks down at bill. “bill! a-are you okay??”
his chest rises up and down, hard. arms raised above his head as he attempts to hide his face between that and the bed. his nipples were puffy and more swollen. the once small buds were now a tad bit larger than before, and you somehow made a ring of hickeys around his left nipple. the purple and blue discolouration decorating his pale skin, some of them following up his neck.
he’s a total and utter wreck.
not to mention, you look behind you as you feel a certain grinding at your butt and a wet spot that has developed on his jeans particularly near his crotch.
did he, did bill come by just having his nipples touched?
you laugh and giggle, bill playfully hits your chest, “you came!” “i-i know! god, so embarrassing..” “didn’t know my boyfriend was so sensitive,” “it felt really good.. i have to admit.” bill then brings your hand to unzip his jeans.
“now, let’s worry about this problem down here.”
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Camping Trip
Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,773
Summary: The Bloodline goes on a camping trip and you forgot to bring a sleeping bag, so you have to share one with Solo.
A/N: I really like this one. Hope You Enjoy!
When Roman announced a camping trip with the group, the only people who were really excited were you and Sami. In Roman's words, 'We all need to have a better bond.' Or something like that. He just wanted you all to really feel like family.
You were excited to spend time with everyone, you started packing instantly. You packed clothes, food, sunscreen, and more useful items. You finished making your sandwiches before grabbing your sleeping bag. You rolled it up and before you could add it to the bag, a knock at the door came.
You went to the door and opened it to see the rest of the group. Sami was first to greet you. "Y/n!" He practically jumped on you, attacking you with a big hug. You almost fell back if it was for Solo grabbing you. "Alright, Sami boy, give her some space."
Roman said, laughing. Jey let out a huff. "See, they have a good bond, why do we have to go?" Jey complained. Jey doesn't want to go on this trip because he knows Roman is gonna make him share a tent with Sami. "Jey we talked about this already."
That was all a Roman said until he turned his attention back to you. "Are you ready to go?" You gently pushed Sami back. "Yeah, let me get my sandwiches and I'm ready." You walked back into the kitchen, putting the food in your bag and leaving out, completely forgetting about your sleeping bag that was rolled on the couch.
Everyone got in the car, and the car ride began. The whole ride consisted of you and Sami singing to every song that played on the radio while Jimmy would join in every once in a while, Solo sleeping, trying to ignore all the loud noises, and Jey would just sit there looking mad, even yelling at y'all to shut up.
Roman just laughed like a proud father, looking in the rear view mirror.
You all shortly arrived at a random spot in the woods. "Boy's get the bags, Y/n, wake Solo up and start collecting wood." Roman ordered as everyone followed. You looked over at Solo seeing him peacefully sleeping.
He looked so calm. "Solo." You whispered, hoping he would wake up. "Solo wake up, we're here." You shook his body to the side a couple of times before he woke up.
His eyes locked onto yours as he sat up, checking his surroundings. "Roman, wants you to help me get some wood for a campfire." Solo looked at you for a second, then laid back down. 'Great.' You thought, seeing that he wouldn't talk to you. He doesn't talk to anyone on the team as much as Sami, but at least give a nod!
You mumbled an, 'okay' before getting out of the car. You watched as Jey accidentally knocked one of the Tent Poles, causing the whole tent to fall apart. He threw everything down before walking away, cursing. Roman followed him probably to talk to him.
You walked forward through the woods, seeing a few sticks. If Solo wasn't gonna help, you were just gonna take big one's so it would be faster. You bent down and picked up big branches, struggling slightly when you picked up a 5th one. You felt your legs giving out and your back hurting.
You dropped one, making it strap your knee. There was definitely gonna be blood.
All of a sudden, hands came behind you, holding you up and getting hold of a couple of branches. You turned your head a little, seeing it was Solo. You hid your smile. "Thank god, you came!" You dropped the remaining branches in your hand and took a moment to examine your leg.
"Definitely, I'm gonna need a bandaid." You said under your breath, wiping some blood. You ripped off a piece of your shirt and tied it around the wound, just to make sure you don't get an infection. You two continued collecting branches.
When done you saw the boy's done with the tents. Roman yelled for everyone to come to him. "Alright, so part of this trip means you'll get 'friendly' with someone on the team. So, I want me and Jimmy to share a tent, Y/n and Solo, and lastly, Jey and Sami."
Jey shook his head in disagreement, while hearing the sleeping rules. "Great, just amazing! You put me with 'that' guy." Sami looked on, in shame seeing Jey not being happy. "I'm fine with that!" You excitedly said smiling, but it was soon wiped off when you got a glare from Jey.
You cleared your throat. "Hey, is anyone hungry?" You changed the subject, avoiding eye contact with Jey. Sami broke the awkward silence after hearing something about food. "Wait, did you make the sandwiches?!" He stared at you, waiting for your answer. "Of course I did."
Sami rushed to your bag and pulled out the food. He didn't even pass them out before eating one himself. He moaned when tasting it. "This is so good! Y'know you should open a sandwich shop!" The boys looked at Sami, eyeing the bag of sandwiches. "Sami, share with the others."
Sami looked down and the sandwiches and back at everyone else. "Y'all can eat marshmallows for dinner." He tried sneaking away. "Sami! Share!"
Sami ended up sharing and y'all all ate and talked about work. It was nice being out without having to stress about work and fans. You could just chill with the people you love.
"Marshmallow time!"
Marshmallow's were handed out to everyone and you all roasted them. Sami didn't like the silence so he started singing. "Let's gather round the campfire and sing-" Jey looked at Sami, giving him a death glare. "Don't." Sami shut up quickly and continued to roast his marshmallow. There was really nothing to talk about.
Jey then had the audacity to ask, "Why is it so silent?" You looked at him in disbelief. "Well, you're the same person that's getting mad when someone talks." You said, grabbing chocolate from a bowl.
"Well, if it wasn't Sami, I wouldn't care who talked." You rolled your eyes, scoffing.
"You're such an asshole." Roman stopped the two of you from arguing any further. "Guys, calm down. We are supposed to be bonding." You two looked at each other silently cursing. "Let's gather round the campfire and sing-"
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That's how the rest of the night went. Y'all told stories, talked about people, and other things before getting ready to turn in for the night. Sami let out a yawn. "Guys I’m getting tired, I'm gonna go get my sleeping bag." Sami got up and walked to his bag, pulling out his sleeping bag.
You took this as a chance to get your ready too. "Can you get mine too?" Sami nodded his head and went inside your bag. He looked everywhere, but didn't see it. "Uh, Y/n, there is no sleeping bag in here." You looked over at him. "Yes there is, I packed it before we left, look again."
Sami did your request, searching the whole bag, but it was nowhere to be seen. "Y/n there really isn't a sleeping bag. Did you forget it?" You took a moment to think about it. "Sami, I packed it after getting the sandwiches. I rolled it up and-" You stopped talking once you realized you left it on the couch.
"Fuck, I'm so stupid." Your face paled yourself, putting your head in your hands. "Where is it?" Roman asked, making you look at him. "It's at home." You sighed, rubbing your eyes, feeling tears come to them. "You can use mine, Uce." Jimmy suggested, but all he got was a head shake.
"No, I don't wanna ruin your sleep, I'll be fine." They all took one last look at you before saying their goodbyes. Jey walked to his tent, mad, that Sami was already yelling in excitement, Jimmy and Roman walked, laughing at Jey's reaction while you stayed outside, staring at the fire.
But Solo stayed out, watching you. He then got up and went to his tent. Well, you're now alone, cold, and with no sleeping bag. This trip is great. Solo then came back out with a medkit . He took out rubbing alcohol and a bandaid.
He gently grabbed your leg and that's when you saw him trying to latch you up. You completely forgot about the wound. You watched as he looked focused and careful to or hurt you. Once done he went back, except, he didn't come back out. You assumed he was tired.
You stayed out a couple of minutes just thinking about life until a bush of wind came by. The cool breeze was something you didn't like. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin. You got up and went inside the tent. It was just as cold as being outside.
You looked in Solo's direction and saw him with his back facing you. Sleeping you guessed. You crawled to the other corner and curled in a ball. You rubbed your hands together and breathed on them, trying to feel warmth, but nothing worked. More wind came, making the door to the tent open. You let out a little whimper as the wind came in contact with your skin.
You hate the cold and this wasn't helping at all. Solo listened and somewhat watched as you sat in a ball shaking like a leaf. He couldn't take, seeing you like this. "Come here, Y/n." His voice made you a little shocked, considering he doesn't talk. You turned over and saw him holding a part of his sleeping bag open.
He looked at you and then his bag silently saying, 'Come lay down.' Without second thought you crawled and entered the bag. The warmth covered your body as you laid your head on the pillow. You could also smell him as he laid behind you. He turned on his side giving you space and to make it not seem so awkward.
You fell asleep from the warmth and how safe you felt around Solo, not knowing Sami was coming. "Hey guys, Jey-" He stopped talking and looked at you two. Even though your backs were to each other, he found it adorable.
He sneakily crawled over to you two and slowly rolled Solo on his other side and put his arm over your waist. He pulled his phone out his pocket and snapped a picture.
He couldn't wait to show the team and everyone how y'all bonded on your camping trip.
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Settling in together
Namjoon x Top! Male reader
Warnings: N/A Part 2/3
“Ok, This couch is perfect” Namjoon must’ve said that about four couches already. “Didn’t you say that about the previous couch?” you asked. “Well yes, but this one feels different than all the other ones. I’m telling you baby this is the one.” he pouts. “You’re sure this is the one baby?” “Yes, this one, let’s buy it.” he says, clapping his hands. He was excited, how could he not be? You gave him complete freedom to decorate your home. So far he had chosen the dresser and nightstand set as well as the curtains for all the rooms of the house and now the couch.
“Ok, couch set check, next up is… kitchen table.” you see him from the corner of your eye walking off towards the kitchen area, as you're talking to an employee about what you want and how fast you can get it shipped to your house.
Walking towards the area you last saw Namjoon, you find him sitting at the head of a kitchen table, his eyes narrowing on every empty seat. “What are you doing?” “shhhhh, I’m trying to see if this would match the look I’m going for.” “What look are you going for?” “Right now I’m leaning towards a minimalist vintage look. I think it suits us both, you're an old soul” letting out an amused chuckle you lay your head on top of his, “Anything will be fine, now hurry so we can go look at the paintings you want to hang up.” Say no more Namjoon was up and looking around trying to decide. You knew it would get him to hurry up.
You need the house finished by next week but it seemed he forgot every other second. You’d made plans to have his parents over to actually see your new home, and to show them with proof that you are serious about their son, before it was just your words and small things you did. They loved you, they loved you just for the fact that you loved their son, that was enough for them but still you wanted to show them that Namjoon would always have a home with you, and that you could provide for him regardless of the fact that he made a shit ton of money from being an idol. I mean you also made a lot of money, you owned a finance company, one that you just branched over to Europe and hopefully soon you’ll add another branch in Korea near where you lived. As you were walking around looking at the different pieces of art, one specific one caught your eye. It was the same one you had in your office back home in America. It brought back a lot of memories.
“When are you coming back to visit?” You couldn’t stand seeing the tears on his face through the screen. “I don’t know, there was a problem with the construction crew, I need to go to Europe to see why they put a hold on it. I’m going to be gone longer than I thought I was, I’m sorry my love.” you explained. You’d already been gone for three months, signing contracts, getting permits overseeing construction for the new branch. “You promised you’d be back before I left on tour. I leave in two weeks.” he sobbed. You know how much it hurt, you haven’t seen each other in three months and now you have to break your promise about sending him off on his tour. You didn't say anything, what could you say to make him feel better? “I have to go” he whispers, “Namjoon, wait-” he hung up. It was one of the lesser bad moments in your relationship. But it was quickly fixed, you flew out that same night and postponed your meetings to spend the remaining two weeks with Namjoon.
“Babe!” Turning your head Namjoon was looking at you worriedly. “I called your name five times, are you ok?” He was carrying 6 pieces. “I’m fine baby, is that what you’re getting?” you asked. “Yes these, did you talk to the sales clerk about buying the couches?” “Mhm” “Ok then let's go, we still need to buy kitchen utensils and groceries. I’m not ordering take-out again.” “I’ll cook.”
Getting everything you needed for your new home took longer than you expected it to. Namjoon couldn’t make up his mind on a few things like rugs so you did have to go to a few other places the next day. Thankfully Namjoon found all the things he wanted and was satisfied with the end result of your house, now all you needed to do was wait for the weekend to come.
You were both enjoying yourselves with this new dynamic of reality, a reality where you both didn’t have to fight your schedules to see each other, nor hide the fact that you were in love. His fanbase took it better than you expected it to, of course there was some negative backlash. Mostly girls being upset that they wouldn’t have a chance to woo him, rather than the fact that he was with a man. It was a bit of a shock at first but you got used to seeing your face more on social media. The boys of course were over all the time now that the place was completely furnished with everything working as it’s supposed to. Now Namjoon understands why you got a three bedroom house.
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The M6 w/ an MC who gives them books to read
This headcanon post includes books for each character !! I’ve only read a couple of these books so sorry if they’re not good or fitting……… Please enjoy !! I put lots of time into it, and I STILL want to write more on these entries !!! Alas, I will save my energy for another headcanon perhaps. :)
Asra
They were open to reading long before you met them, and you found they were HUGE on comedy books.
Their favorite one you've given them is "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell. When they finished it, they lent/bought a copy to give to Aisha and Salim, and it was a fantastic decision because they fell in love with it too. Now when they come over to visit, their conversations are full of inside jokes and laugh attacks.
When you give them a good, new book, the next few reading sessions are filled with Asra’s cackling and giggles. They are so excited to read bits and pieces to you, but if it's really bad, they'll be trying to explain it to you for like ten minutes between laughs and gasps for air.
Sometimes, they’ll stray from their usual genre and try something new like thriller, but they find those are too serious for them. They’re looking for fun!! Laughs !! Sillies !! Eventually, they find one or two books they like with serious undertones and those are the ones that they hold so dear to them.
Asra struggles to find good enough books for themself, as adventurous as they are. That’s why they hold your recommendations to such high opinion. You know where to find the best ones for them.
Julian
Julian’s choice of fiction books either range from, “Who makes this stuff?”, to, “What kind of genius wrote this?!”
Definitely likes to read fun and weird screenplays like “Some Like it Hot (1959)” by Billy Wilder and I. A. L. Diamond so you two can act out the scenes.
For the most part, he does prefer nonfiction books, particularly encyclopedias.
He never wants to go anywhere near a textbook about biology ever again!! He says as he picks up books about flora… He was referring to animals, of course. He’ll pull you over to the side of a road just to inspect a seemingly normal weed, and that is in fact what it will turn out to be.
It’s becoming a scavenger hunt for him, so if you indulge him, you’ll draw little stars or check marks on the ones he’s seen already. It may save you time if he’s not that interested in those particular ones. Otherwise, be prepared for a full day trip around Vesuvia.
He’s bought so many different encyclopedias about the same things, you’re not sure about specific favorites, but they tend to be of the thicker variety with many pictures.
You have to give it to him though. Sometimes he comes across the most amazing things. Besides flaming flowers and clouds that chase each other, you’ve seen trees with branches in such formations that they sing when the wind blows. He wants to show you the world…
Portia
Her favorite from your recommendations is still “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd, as mentioned before.
Gossip. Gossip and DRAMA.
If the Palace drama wasn't enough, you've opened up a whole new world to her. Fictional drama is so juicy and unbelievable, she is so entertained. When she gets really into it, she likes to rant about the crazy stuff like, "I can't believe she picked him over the emperor! He's so much nicer to her, but no00000! Now she has to deal with this new guy and his jealous ex."
Sometimes you're not completely sure what goes on in those books... But you're happy for her nonetheless.
There are occasional sob sessions while you two popcorn read. She requires time to recover before she starts another book because some of the books she reads have emotionally taxing endings.
But for the most part, your popcorn reads consist of comically dramatic acting, courtesy of Julian’s influence. You’re pretty sure she’s just making fun of him…
Pepi likes to block Portia's field of vision when she reads. She sniffs each page turn and if Portia's not careful enough, she will pounce on the book like it's a toy and rip a page.
Nadia
It would be surprising to recommend a book she HASN'T read yet.
She is used to high literature, so you thought about bringing her books from the shop, but it turns out she's fairly knowledgeable and politely uninterested about the contents of the ones you suggested. She was looking for more fiction than magic journals. (She is afraid of looking at a spell the wrong way, lest it activate).
You go back and forth with her on which ones she’s read and what types she’s interested in, and you just about run out of ideas until you dig up a book Asra had tucked away called “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. Asra found it hard to read but didn’t feel like returning it that day, so they just shelved it and hadn’t touched it since.
She gets started on it during her free time and finds it very easy to read, but she didn’t like it. It had some nice quotes here and there, but most of the book was just preaching and buzzwords to her. It felt like waiting through a really long and unnecessary speech at wedding ceremony. And don’t even get her started on the contents!! The material is unrealistic, insensitive, and — oh dear, she’s ranting.
The experience ends with Nadia slowly growing a penchant for trash novels she isn’t actually interested in…
To curb her junk fiction fix, she opts to reread books you recommended previously. Whenever you have a reading session in the library or just a moment together, she likes to ask for your thoughts on specific parts and what she thought of them as well. Her thoughts are rarely anything bad with your taste though, so much so she can’t decide which suggestions are her favorites! She likes seeing into a little part of your brain that makes you who you are.
Muriel
Picture books of animals doing human things… He has no favorite either! It could literally be from “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” to “Peter Rabbit”.
It’s not that he doesn’t like reading novels! He just prefers things he can see in front of him, like you like drawings and his carvings. He finds it hard to visualize certain things, especially if they’re things he’s never seen nor imagined before.
If you can draw, you could read him stories like that, but whether you can or can’t, Muriel might still be confused…
So, you tried another alternative. You learned to create figures with your magic! You already knew some basic knowledge on it, but you couldn’t have a handle on the image for too long, much less while reading something.
After months of work and patience (and Muriel’s DELECTABLE food), you managed to read one page straight while visualizing it in front of you like a movie. When you finally tell him, he’s still confused but also incredibly flustered that you spent so much time and energy on this. You tried keeping it a surprise, going into the forest to practice, but he definitely went looking for you a couple of times. The first time was because he was worried. The next few times were just to see how you were coming along. He never told you though. He wanted to see you happy for when you showed him the final product.
When the time came to finally watch your “movie”, he prepared some snacks and the comfiest furs in the hut, and waited for you to feel comfortable enough. You had been working on this for a while. It was only natural that you’d feel nervous. When you opened the book and began to read, Inanna definitely tried to bark the apparition away, but once she calmed down, you read the book to him, making the room a real life movie. He was positively enchanted…
When you feel too tired to read on, Muriel gently holds your hand to reassure you this is more than enough and lets you rest on him. He already feels like the luckiest guy in the world. Now, he must be the luckiest guy in the universe.
Lucio
It’s apparent to you that he is not much of a literary scholar. He claims it’s because he’d probably rip the pages with his arm.
Reading still wasn’t much of his thing even after you guys got together, so as a joke, you bought him a children’s book, one of the big, flat ones with pictures of mice in cute human clothes, and he was unamused.
He didn’t want anything to do with it. In fact, he didn’t even want to go near it. Until one fateful day when you’re away, Lucio gets curious and opens the book up to the first page (after mentally arguing with it for a while), and MELTS upon seeing the cute little mice waiting for the mama mouse to finish cooking supper. He got so invested and was oh so disappointed in how short it was. He wanted more, but was way too embarrassed to admit it.
Every time you took him to a bookstore to look for your own thing, he’d let his guard slip and eye the children’s section for a second.
You didn’t notice for a while, but when you did, you bought another one for him in secret and placed it right next to the first book. Eventually, he snuck over to reread the first one and was absolutely delighted to find a new one.
It becomes a cycle until he is reassured enough that he can buy his own books and read them next to you, regardless of contents. Every week, he’s upgrading to a slightly longer children’s book, or even a new series. He finds them fun and sometimes healing. His favorite book(s)? “Dork Diaries” by Rachel Renée Russell, and nobody can tell me otherwise.
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Weekend WIP Game
Thank you for tagging me @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo and @lemonlyman-dotcom!
Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).
WIP List:
I have A LOT of ideas. As for things that are actually in progress, I have 4:
TK Project: My project for TK Strand Turns 30. I've been working on this for a few weeks now and should be wrapping up either this weekend or early next week. I'm pretty happy with how it's turning out!
A special project that I'm not going to say anything more about here but will be posted in the first week of November.
TK Babe/Baby, a project using my comically large hoop that will feature quotes of every time TK calls Carlos babe or baby--this one has a complete pattern, a hoop all ready to go, and even a single letter stitched in the center so I know where to start. I'll probably start working on it in earnest over the holidays.
Lone Star Christmas Ornaments--so far I've created one pattern for "Catan is spicy." I want to make at least 2-3 other ones.
Then I also have a variety of ideas, some fairly concrete, others vague notions that require more development and simply exist in a list in the notes app on my phone:
Wise Ass/Lollipop--a Gwyn quote from 2x01, heavily inspired by suggestion from @lemonlyman-dotcom--I haven't made the pattern yet, but it's pretty much fully formed in my head.
The third in my Loft Series--so far I've done one involving the bedroom and one involving the dining area. The third will be the same level of detail as the dining area one but involve the loft entrance, couch, table behind the couch, etc. I need a quote for it and I'm thinking possibly "Welcome home, TK" but I have a couple other ideas too. This pattern will likely take a few hours to create and it's something I'm excited to get working on either in November or maybe during the time off I have at the end of December.
A Carlos Project that would be a companion piece to my current TK Project. I have a list of ideas for it on my phone, but that's as far as I've gotten.
A Lou the First cross stitch with the quote "You brought a flesh-eating reptile into our home?!"
Another Lou one that's kind of ridiculous but I would love to do it if I could pull it off. It would be "He wasn't eating it. He was just...hanging out" with a little Lou poking out of a leg 😂
The fourth in my Loft Series--I want something involving Carlos' punching bag and TK's salad from 3x11. That's as far as I've gotten.
Then I have a variety of quotes that just feel like they should be cross stitches but I haven't thought of solid ideas to go with them (and if anyone has ideas, I would love to hear them!):
Marjan's quote "I'm allergic to poor leadership."
Judd's quote "I wasn't even me 'til I met you."
"Hi. You're TK. I'm Carlos. And we're soulmates." (this one is part of the TK Project, but I think it also deserves its own)
"If I'm your friend from work, then what we did this morning was very unprofessional."
"When you're in yoga clothes, I'm not a very good talker."
"In this house, we Catan."
"Tyler, can I say yes now?"
2. Which WIP is your most complex?
Of the ones I'm actively working on, the TK Project is the most complex. Of the planned future WIPs, it would probably be the third in the loft series, as it's intended to have the same level of detail as the loft dining area piece I recently finished. That one was definitely the most complex I've done up until this point.
3. Do any of your WIPs involve you using a technique/style that you haven't used before? What inspired you to try it?
The ones I've listed really don't, but I do have some vague ideas of branching out into some Lone Star embroidery. I'd need to come up with the right idea for it, but it's something I might try working with when I have time off over the holidays.
4. Which WIP do you expect will take you the longest?
Of the ones I'm actively working on, TK Babe/Baby will definitely take the longest. It will probably take at least 4-5 weeks to complete once I really get going with it.
5. Which WIP are you finding the most enjoyable to create?
I'm really loving the TK Project. It's made up of a bunch of little images and quotes, so it's really fun to see it come together as I complete each individual section.
6. Do you have a favourite character to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?
The majority of my projects are TK/Carlos/Tarlos related due to the fact that I often think of little else.
7. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?
The loft entrance/third in my Loft Series definitely gives me the most self-doubt. Mostly because it will be a detailed pattern. I'm still fairly new to pattern creation on that level.
8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of creator's block?
I haven't had any stitcher's block yet, thankfully. I've been stitching non-stop since April and, as I've made clear here, I still have more ideas than I can handle!
9. Do any of your WIPs contain characters outside the main ship? How are you finding creating those?
My first two projects were the Lone Star logo and an Owen quote. Every other one, including the WIPs that I'm actively working on, has been TK/Carlos/Tarlos related. So I guess I don't branch out from that main ship much! I would like to in the future, and a couple on my ideas list do involve quotes from other characters.
10. What emotions are you hoping to convey through your WIPs?
Mostly the joy and love I experience through Lone Star and Tarlos.
11. Are there any features/details you are finding challenging in your WIPs?
A challenging element of TK Babe/Baby will be the use of the comically large hoop. It has a 23 inch diameter so I can only stitch with it while sitting on my bed because I need somewhere spacious to rest the hoop otherwise my arms get too tired.
12. Which WIP has the most complex shading/colouring?
Probably the loft entrance, the third in my Loft Series. The thing that I think will be the most challenging is the couch, particularly managing to show the shape and dimensions of it properly. I'm not sure how I'm going to get it to look right, but I'm looking forward to messing around with it with my pattern making software. I'm not particularly skilled or experienced with using color gradients to show shadows/dimensions, but I guess I'm going to have to learn!
13. Which WIP has the most complex background?
Same as the last answer, since pretty much the whole thing will be background.
14. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for?
Again, same answer. I want it to meet the expectations set by the loft dining area piece I recently finished. I was thrilled with how that one turned out, so I really hope I'll be equally satisfied with this one.
15. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?
I don't think I've ever dreamed about cross stitching. I spend so much time doing it that it seems like I would have by now, though.
16. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other art doesn't?
The TK Project involves several French Knots, which is a different type of stitch that can be very finicky. @reasonandfaithinharmony knows what I mean!
17. Are any of your WIPs commissions?
I haven't done any commissions so far. It's not something I'm necessarily opposed to, so if someone is interested, feel free to dm me and we can talk about it! I just have a lot of my own ideas to work through and cross stitch generally takes a pretty long time to complete, so anyone looking for commissions would need to be ok with waiting a while. Also, I might be willing to mail some of my previously finished pieces to anyone who's interested (due to the unfortunate cost of shipping, this is probably going to have to be limited to people in the US and Canada). There are some that I'm not willing to part with, but I think I've almost reached display capacity, even with many finished projects stored in a box under my bed, so it might be nice for some of the others to find a home.
18. Do you have a character that is more difficult to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?
The majority of my projects so far have been centered on quotes. I don't think any one character is more or less difficult to depict in that way. However, I have run into one issue like that...one of my future ideas is for a Carlos Project that's a companion to my current TK Project. I'm finding it a lot more difficult to come up with ideas for little images and quotes to represent Carlos than it was for TK. One problem might be that I'm reluctant to go stitching a bunch of cop imagery.
19. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.
The stitched portion of TK Babe/Baby will be about 16 inches x 15 inches in size.
If the third in the Loft Series is anything like the loft dining area piece, it will probably take me somewhere around 80-100 hours of work to complete.
I feel like everyone has been tagged, but I'm going to follow the directions and tag 11 people, one for each of my listed WIPs: @tellmegoodbye @ladytessa74 @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @carlos-tk @inkweedandlizards @rosedavid @thebumblecee @reasonandfaithinharmony @redshirt2 @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-in-glasses
(And here's the original post that has the questions for writers if you need that!)
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May I request some nsfw predator-prey play with Jason Voorhees? I know I’ll be happy any way you would like to write it, thank you!
Taking 10 months to get a request done? never, lol. Dark dom Jason is my absolute favourite so I was excited when I got into the writing mood to do this, also tried to make it with a hint of softness so... I hope you enjoy🔪💕
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RAPTURE AT CRYSTAL LAKE
The darkness consumed the daylight like a monster that ravaged the forest among you, turning the branches black and roots twisted out of the soil below you, wanting to pull you down; much like the child that was pulled down below the waves. He was fast. He was deadly. You had seen what he had done so many times before.
Your lungs burned and your legs tingled from running through the maze of trees that was his home. Everything started to look the same in the dark night as the wicked storm clouds covered the skies leaving you with no guidance of the stars or the moon. Twigs snapping under your feet signalled your place as you ran away from the creature, the protector and the man that people thought was just a myth, but you knew all too well that he was real. You were just his toy, something like an experiment when he was curious about humans. As far as he knew, he was a human but everything pointed in the other direction, something ripped from fairytales or the supernatural. He could see himself in you at times when you would cook together or cuddle in the cabin's bed, but others it would just frustrate him, why couldn't he control his rage when it came to people? why couldn't he worship you the way he wanted?
Silent, despite his heavy frame and the forest hid him well, like an owl's camouflage amid the tree trunks. He was a predator here, hungry for the carnal desires he was told to push away for so long and had watched for years as he made rivers of crimson that flowed into the waters where he truly died. It would all wash away in the water and rot into the earth.
The creature heard each gasping and rough breath you exhaled, tasting your fear as your mind became exhausted, clouded and hazing from the chase he made longer and longer with more enjoyment seeing you get confused and try to outsmart him, but all you were doing was getting dumber from the terror.
How long had it been? When started the chase it was daylight-- Your thoughts were halted as suddenly your skull cracked against the aged pine and your breath completely was forced out of your chest as a broken hand fisted your hair. With vision blurry from the impact, all you could feel was heavy weight pressed against you, marring your delicate skin as you tried to force yourself to twist around within his grasp. Abruptly, the creature let you go to face him -only your eye level meeting his torn open chest protected by thick decaying bone- half-lidded eyes gazed up at the masked man, Jason.
Muffled breathing could be heard from behind the aging mask, pieces chipped and broken away from the campers that gave him a run for his money but it always ended up the same, bodies laid out for his mama to see like a judgemental god. You leaned against the tree to support yourself, feeling hazy from the hit to the head as a small trickle of scarlet ran down your right temple and his milky eyes barely showed themselves in the cover of night, oh but you could feel them. It was like he almost cared when he tilted his head to the side, watching the blood drip now from your jaw and slowly a hand came up to smooth the thick pads of his fingers across your cheek, that was however until you turned to make a break for it but Jason was too fast, knowing all your tricks. Instantly the sound was deafening as the unforgiving immense machete was forced into the tree mere inches from your ear, caging your body in place.
It was now again just how small you were against him as he pressed in, forcing his thigh between your legs that wanted to buckle but by a twisted trained urge a heat ripped through your lower belly. Jason's body towered yours forcefully yet with a strange consistent softness, he wanted to love you, he needed to. Slowly, the hulking beast leaned down towards you and so gently, so sweetly looked in your eyes before pressing the cold plastic goalie mask into your hair and nuzzling against your ear almost as he was hushing you softly and telling you it was going to be ok.
Clutching the ripped clothes on Jason's body almost as an instinct now, your head fell back against the bark with lips parted and with a soft breath you spoke, "Jason.."
It was almost a beg for him. A need and twisted fate to be with him. Monsterous hands smoothed gently down your skin, picking you up with ease and listening to the hot air you breathed returning it with a low growl as your legs interlocked around Jason's thick waist. Your need for him was undeniable.
The undead being pulled back to just gape at your beauty in the starless night as he held you. Grinding the hard, clothed member between your legs loving when you began to fall apart. With hast in a primal lust, Jason ripped the enormous blade from the trunk - sap oozed out like the blood that soaked into this forbidden land- moving it between you both he tore the clothes from your body in one careful swipe. Cool lake air hit your skin making you gasp that fell into a pleasing moan.
"Jason I need you" You whispered, hands moving quickly once the machete was tossed to the side and undoing the creature's pants, freeing his thick and heavy cock.
The sight and the feel of it alone made your insides clench. Easily moving you up a little, Jason sunk your body down on him. Stretching your hole as it did every time and yet you would never get used to just how big he was. Feelin every vein and twitch of it tightly inside as your wetness coated him.
Dark inhuman groans radiated from the throat of the supernatural creature, such an immediate contrast to your sweet moans and whines. Cupping Jason's thick neck as he was in full control. Milky eyes of the dead looked in yours, needy and hazy, he raised you slowly up and down on him. Huffing slowly with deep strokes he bowed down a little to rest his forehead on yours as he used you how he wanted in the dead of night.
#my writing#jason vorhees x reader#jason vorhees imagine#jason voorhees#friday the 13th#horror#slasher#slashers#slasher fandom#slasher x s/o#slasher fanfiction#x you#x reader#x y/n#smut
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ooooo this ask game has a lot of good ones. How about:
🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?
👾 Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?
💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!
🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?
My aim is to finish a few smaller projects in the first six months of this year. I’ve got some prompts in my inbox that I’m finishing fics for (all smaller stories) and I'd like to keep to a goal of regularly filling prompts this year.
I’ve also got another Corintheus ficlet I want to finish, and Cursed is a shorter piece. So a rough goal is the get those two out for February and then do the rest in whatever time they need :)
👾 Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?
I think my bad habits are the other sides of my good habits, if that makes sense? The billions of ideas I’m always having can mean that unless I catch that wave when it happens, it feels like I’ve not done anything with that thought and just stalled instead. My own brain can quickly swamp me, and that can make me then struggle to finish. So I’m trying to pace myself better and be less stressed about ‘right now immediately’.
I also tend to write a little chaotically. Prose out of order, leaving rough sentences/ideas as place holders, but this doesn’t always work for longer projects. It can leave some tricky bits to clean up at the end. I can dip back in and be like aha! I know exactly what this needs, but it can also trip me up and stall me.
I’ve got a relatively flexible style, I’ve taken some different approaches in different fandoms and/or fics. Though Baiting the Trap and its specific tone/style was very much something I’d already practised in another series. Just not as explicit and not quite as poetic (the Corinthian’s POV naturally seems to be very lyrical, though not in the same way as Dream's).
To keep flexibility I like to shake things up and do something completely new to keep myself from losing an edge and getting lazy. Not that I think I am a lazy writer, but I have ways to make sure I’m taking the same care and thought every time. Prompts from other people really help with this as I love considering new angles and tropes.
When something is hard/new I think we go more carefully, and are forced to be more novel, and I really really like improving my skills by doing that. It’s helped me write some of my favourite work.
💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!
There are two secret Corintheus fics I wrote alongside those for Corintheus week that need a last edit before posting but I’m being very quiet about what they are :) should be a nice surprise! I’m also very proud of my Corintheus ‘divorce au’ that I still need do some work on before I post. I think the one I’m most excited about is probably role reversal au because when finished it’s going to be the longest fic I’ve yet posted that’s not split into a series. It'll also be the longest fic I’ve written in years.
It’s quite ambitious, and will probably have a sequel. I’ve planned the second arc out because I had to split the original fic in two. There’s lots of threads as well as other relationship dynamics and subplots. It’s about Dream and the Corinthian of course, but also very much about how they interact with other characters. Death shows up quite a lot, but I would say that Lucienne and Gault are the other really major characters in the fic.
I’m also branching out into other parings/writing some more gen fics. And, as an honourable mention, what was intended as the last two parts of Baiting the Trap have both been written for over a year and every single day I just want to share where it’s going. Unfortunately there’s at least two more in the middle, which I’m also excited about, but when I get to it I’m going to feel so relieved.
Oh! And the Corintheus seduction au! Goodness I’m excited about everything aren’t I? Though I guess that sums me up! Thank you so much for your questions I hope you enjoyed my answers :)
#new year writer goals ask game#rria answers#let me know if you're interested in more info#as I've mentioned quite a few fics here
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Prologue v2 - Floyd's Capture (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: An unsuspecting Troll is swiped in the night by two nefarious baddies
A/N: Thanks for the compliments on the first oneshot! Here's another :D
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The forest at night was an incredible place.
Not only was it beautifully illuminated by the dying light of the setting sun, making everything shine in an alluring orange hue, but it was also a time when a certain magenta Troll could be out there, alone, enjoying the nature for what it was worth and letting any stressful thoughts disintegrate from his mind.
He walked along, hands in his pockets, jerking his head slightly to the side every once in a while so that his pink bangs didn’t completely cover his left eye and leave him blind to what was around him. Then, as the fireflies began to poke out of the underbrush and light up the sky with their greenish-yellow glow, he began to sing a soft serenade…
“I need a lover to keep me sane,
Pull me from heck, bring me back again,
Play me the classics,
Something romantic,
Give him my all when I don't even have it,
I always dreamed of a solemn face,
Someone who feels like a holiday,
But now I'm in pieces,
Barely believing,
Starting to think that I've lost all feeling,
You came out the blue on a rainy night,
No lie,
I'll tell you how I almost died,
While you're bringing me back to life,
I just wanna live in this moment forever,
'Cause I'm afraid that living couldn't get any better,
Started giving up on the word ‘forever,’
Until you gave up heaven, so we could be together,
You're my angel
Angel baby, angel
You're my angel, baby
Baby, you're my angel
Angel baby…”
… all while being completely unaware of the two pairs of eyes that were carefully watching him.
A voice that belonged to the first pair of eyes whispered eagerly to the other. “I’ve got the salt and pepper, and even the hot sauce… let’s go get it!”
“ Wait a second, will you?” the second voice hissed, holding back the hulking figure of the first.
The first voice was confused. “What are we waiting for?”
His only answer was a harsh “Shhh!” from the second voice. Grumbling in annoyance, he sat back and allowed his sister to continue her silent vigil of the small creature. That small delicious…
… talented creature.
The more that the first voice listened in and began to pay attention, he could see why his sister had told him to pause. The little one had a good voice – no, a great voice! It was smooth and angelic, hitting high and going low, flexing with emotion and so expressive...
Then, suddenly, he got an idea. He glanced over at his sister, who wore a smirk on her face.
“I just got the best idea,” she whispered, barely able to contain her excitement. She then placed a finger to her lips and motioned at him. “Follow me.”
Meanwhile, unaware of the watchers, the blissful song continued.
“All the sick and twisted nights that I've been waiting for ya,
They were worth it all along, yeah,
I just wanna live in this moment forever,
'Cause I'm afraid that living couldn't get any better,
Started giving up on the word ‘forever,’
Until you gave up heaven, so we could be together,
You're my angel
Angel baby, angel
You're my angel, baby
Baby, you're my angel
Angel b – “
CRACK!
The singing stopped at the sound of a snapping branch. The Troll’s ears perked, and he heard some rustling in the bushes followed by what sounded like hushed arguing. What was going on in there? Did someone need help? He hardly saw folks around here often.
Curious, he slowly paced up to the bush, eyes squinting in the darkness and trying to make out anyone that was inside. It was when he jerked his head back to allow his bangs to fall back from his eye that he could see…
… a hand?
Before he could belt out another lyric, or scream, or gasp, or do anything at all, the giant hand suddenly scooped him up! The Troll struggled, confused and terrified and realizing the uselessness behind his actions. He had been captured by some horrendous beast who had who knows what up its sleeve.
He swallowed.
This was not going to be good.
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A/N: This alternate prologue was actually an idea of my little bro's! He thought maybe the movie would start with Velvet and Veneer taking Floyd. From what I could find on them, they are apparently Bergen divas who capture Floyd for his talents.
Song is "Angel Baby," Troye Sivan's most popular hit 😇
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#floyd trolls#velvet and veneer#fanfiction#kittyball writes#dreamworks
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Genderbend Death Note AU expansion
(Lawlight headcanon to an AU I created of an existing story... Yeah.)
In this AU, I decided to keep Misa a (as far as audience knows) cisgender woman for added sapphics, except she's ramped up the campiness. Her style is still gothic, but branching towards French-accented vampire goth. Still a bit cheeky and clingy but more theatre dramatic. Red satin weaved with her black leather & stilettos-heeled knee-highs, emanating any given Lady Gaga song where she drops The Voice (initially I thought of her while listening to the "Monster Ball version" of Alejandro)
She's a model as well as a fashion designer. Needless to say, part of her love language is making Light her muse (which might be the most lesbian thing in the whole series, but would still be used by homophobes/armchair art historians to be like "SHES JUST HER MUSE ITS NOT GAY ITS NOT GAY" & we'd be like "bitch about every famous painter in history who had a muse romanced them jfc..." Anyways.) . She even draws her in her Death Note. It just has that kind of risky, exciting feel to it, and as much as Light silently enjoys to be drawn, she's a little paranoid that 1. The death note might one day respond to pictures as well, who knows, & 2. Anybody who'd find the note would see little doodles of her all over it, which is slightly incriminating to say the least, even with a 'stalker' argument in the back pocket. It ties her to it, period.
Headcanon (idea I'm too cowardly to incorporate):
After figuring out L is also somewhat seasoned when it comes to paining (idk why but apparently people of the fandom eat that idea up), in a moment of boredom & homoerotism she asks L to draw her. Draw her the way she truly sees her. It is followed by her completely nude on their bed, as a homage to the most legendary piece of sapphic angst - Portrait of a Lady on Fire, holding a mirror to obscure her pubic area.
It isn't like L hadn't seen her undressed before, as the magazine scene is exchanged for Light trying on lingerie (L had seen it coming & sent Soichiro off with 10.000¥ to get her a cake from a bakery downtown. The one that id also mentioned in Change the world. That'd be a subtle reference in addition to the canon LABB case connection to Another Note) and it also being Yotsuba Arc, wherefore they frequently shower together, so it's simply some rather sensually loaded naked bonding.
#didn't know if i wanted this out of my drafts but i suppose everyone who feels this blog might like this too#death note#genderbend#fem l lawliet#fem light yagami#misa amane#death note au#lawlight#lesbian lawlight#lesbian yagamane#light yagami#l lawiet
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Only Dreaming
Buggy x M!Reader
Circus AU
Fluff
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Swearing
Link to Ao3
Summary: You yearned to join the chaos of the circus, but it's just a dream. Isn't it?
A/N: I told myself I would branch out from writing Ace so here we go! This is mainly just a cute kid buggy and kid reader fic that I wrote for the loml @luffydreams. Please enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
You always came by super early to watch them set up at the bottom of the valley. The morning sun had barely even opened its own eyes when they started setting everything up. You always hated waking up before sunrise, but for this you would stay up for days to make sure you didn't miss a bit of it. You took your place sitting down on the top of a large hill nearby and gazed, fully mesmerized as you watched them work.
They looked like an ant colony from your view at the top. Everyone moving around each other with such chaotic movements it was shocking to see how everything organized itself together at the end with a near superspeed. People carrying buckets of water and feed for animals seemed to perfectly side sweep and duck with expertise those who were carrying heavy and large pieces of what you could only assume to be equipment for the performers. Never once did you see anyone bump into each other. Even those who ducked by one another always seemed to have the time to yell a quick ‘hello` to each other. Their chatter and laughter reverberated off the edge of the hill. You could almost see it ebbing and flowing on the valley floor below. If you closed your eyes hard enough, you could even pretend to be a part of one of their conversations. The corners of your mouth began to unconsciously lift upwards, a grin slowly spreading on your face.
In the middle of the chaos you finally heard it. Your favorite part. The “Heave! Ho!”s that those that circled around the flat circus tent yelled as they pushed and pulled the grounded fabric to life. Watching the white and red striped tent come to life always sent chills up your spine.
Everything about the setup was loud and chaotic. It was almost abrasive to the ear, but you absolutely loved it. It was entrancing to see. It was almost more exciting to watch than the circus itself.
Almost.
Your eyes started darting around before you were conscious of what you were doing. You just couldn’t help looking for him, though it really wasn’t that difficult. The shocking blue of his hair stuck out among the rest, along with his pitched screeches. It took only moments for you to find your blue haired boy wrestling a red headed circus member that you also recognized fairly quickly. It didn’t seem that the red haired one was all that bothered by him though. Even from where you sat far up on your hill you could see him laughing away while he and the other boy rolled around in the grass. Even those who moved around them, chuckled at their antics. That was until you saw a man pick each of them up by the back of their shirts berating both of them. You giggled a bit watching the scene. The blue haired boy yelled and screamed and wriggled around in the grasp of the man still wanting to fight.
That boy…
You could try to say that you only vaguely remember his performance, that his trapeze and tight line tricks were muddled in your mind with all the other acts you saw, but that would be a complete and utter lie.
You were entranced by his performance. From the first day that you had snuck under the flaps of the circus tent and behind the bleachers to watch the show.
You could see the spotlights shining brightly toward the top of the tent, even now. All eyes laser focused on him as he walked the barely perceptible line of string high above the audience’s head with an ease that seemed almost impossible to possess. Even through the slits of the bleachers that you had to sneak behind, blocked by the audience members legs, his act was etched into the core of your memory.
Oh how you could only wish to be up there too! Walking the tightline and swinging from platform to platform with the blue haired boy. You were brought back to reality with the roar of their hungry animals.
You laid yourself flat on the grassy earth and sighed.
It was only a dream.
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“Come with us!” yelled Shanks as his picked up some of the juggling pins off the ground of the center stage.
Both you and Buggy yelled at him in confusion. Your voices echoing across the empty arena.
The day had finally come. Their last performance before they moved onto the next city.
“What?” You almost dropped all the props on the ground in front of you.
“You heard me! Come with us! Come join the circus.”
This must have been a joke. You thought back to the time you spent with them.
You had finally worked up the courage to sneak backstage and meet the blue haired boy. Both of you clicked immediately (after Buggy stopped screaming) and the rest was history. The days you had spent with Buggy had been the happiest days that you could remember! He had introduced you to a lot of the other members. That’s how you met the redheaded boy Shanks, who you found out early on was a sword swallowing apprentice and the ringmasters of the show Rodger and Rayleigh. Rayleigh, you immediately recognize as the man constantly pulling Buggy and Shanks apart.
You didn't want to brag, but they grew fond of you and your presence rather quickly after your introductions. Most of them happily greeting you by name, some coming up with little nicknames for you, some even teaching you little performance tricks. Even Buggy had spent the time to teach you how to walk a tightrope (with a string on the ground, but you were working your way up to hovering above ground!) You had spent more and more of your time hanging out with Buggy and Shanks as the days sped by. Most of the time usually laughing at their arguing or running around together spreading a little bit of chaos in your wake. The days seemed to come and go in the blink of an eye when it was the three of you. Which became your biggest problem now.
You had tried not to think of the day approaching but you couldn't help your mood slowly being dragged down with your dread as the day came closer and closer. You wanted more time. You wanted to see more. You wanted to talk to and help out more. You wanted to see more of the blue haired boy. Much more. And people had noticed. One of them being Shanks.
“Come join us!" He repeated with more emphasis.
Were you dreaming? You had to be dreaming. That was the only place you thought you would ever hear those words anyhow so that must have been it.
“You're here all the time anyways! You might as well, right?”
“Yea but I’m not a performer. I can't do anything, I would just drag you guys down.”
Shanks nodded slowly in agreement. What was the point of having someone who can’t do anything useful? You held back your tears as your reality began to sink in. Your dreams slowly losing their translucence.
You glanced Shank’s way, and you could almost see the lightbulb above his head shining almost as brightly as his hair. “Buggy was teaching you his swinging rope stuff right?"
You nodded your head.
“Just do that! You can be an apprentice like me! He can teach you all you need to know and then once you're good enough you can start performing with him."
A familiar screech erupted from the other end of the center stage. Both you and Shanks turn around to see him staring wide eyed at the both of you, as he paused in the middle of cleaning up the hula hoops. Buggy was in the middle of picking up some hula hoops.
“Hey!” He repeated over and over again speeding his way across the stage, hula hoops still in hand. “Don’t drag me into your shit Shanks! I’m not getting in trouble with Rayleigh because you want to hide a stowaway!”
Shanks folded his arms and frowned. “Weren't you just boohooing the other day about how sad you were not being able to see y/n anymore?”
A hula hoop whipped past Shank’s face.
“Shut the fuck up you red haired bastard!”
Shanks held his stomach as he laughed until Buggy dropped all of his stuff and went ramming into Shanks.
You started laughing, but you couldn't help but hear Shanks' words ringing in your head. Buggy was sad about leaving you behind? Your ears went slightly pink at the thought. After some time Shanks, as per usual, ended up the winner of the fight. He held Buggy by the forehead at arms length as Buggy still continued to try and swing.
“Come on Buggy! It's a great idea! Plus Roger and Rayleigh like him so there’s no way they would say no!” The boys started arguing once again until you interrupted.
“It’s ok guys.” You said quietly though it echoed the space loudly enough for both of them to stop fighting
“You don’t have to.” You look up at each of them and smile as you try to force the tears back into your eyes "That’s really nice of you, but it’s ok. I’ll just…see you guys when you come around next year!”
Buggy’s hands fell to his side and Shanks let go of his grip on Buggy’s head. Both of them looked towards you, then towards one another. A moment a silence passed before Buggy stood up straight and coughed into his fist. He looked away from you, staring very intently at something on the opposite side of the room.
“I’ll teach you.” He mumbled. His cheeks started to flush red.
A long paused passed again. Were you hearing him right? “What?”
“I said I’ll teach you!” He screeched “but you have to do everything I sa-“
You crushed him between your arms with a flow of thank you’s streaming out of your mouth. Shanks started laughing again before you moved onto crushing him between your arms as well.
It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream!
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The rolling hills sped past the train. You gazed out the window watching them fly by. You were trying to figure out which was the one that you sat at. It was a lot harder to tell from this point of view.
The train erupted in laughter as you thought that you spotted the one, but you weren't sure. The train was filled with the same laughter you heard from the top of the hill, but now you didn't have to close your eyes to it surrounding you. It was finally real.
You were surrounded by it. You were covered in it. All the chatter and glee and conversations covered you like a warm blanket. Even Buggy and Shanks were laughing at some of the jokes Roger was making from the end of the train car.
That’s when you spot it. You knew it was the right one this time, you just knew it. Only seconds passed by before it had come and gone. Everything you had known, now gone in a second. You smiled to yourself.
Finally.
Finally everything was good. You were a part of something real now. You saw your new beginnings, and this time you weren’t looking over the edge of a tall hill. Now it was right in front of you. Now a part of your reality.
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#buggy x reader#buggy d clown#circus au#yes I know I didn’t make Buggy a clown despite his namesake#I’d like to think he has more talent than just making people laugh#also how sick does sword eater Shanks sound???#like I was trying to figure out what he would do and it immediately clicked#one piece x reader insert#one piece x reader#one piece reader insert
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I don’t know if I’ll ever write this out fully but it’s fully inspired by Eric’s live where he’s was building the mini Christmas tree. I’ll just write a little snippet or imagine in a few sentences
imagine getting excited to bring out the mini Christmas tree in your shared apartment with Eric. While you have a bit more experience b/c you’ve been doing this with your family for however many years and counting, you just wanted to see what Eric was going to do. Low and behold, you watch the chaos and childless unfold in front of you.
Trying not to laugh too much out for him completely disregarding the top piece of the tree. He’s over here complaining that you’re not helping him and whatnot. The funniest part is teasing him about how the tree looks like a piece of broccoli and watching him use the top piece as everything but the top piece of the tree.
That is until you finally end your misery and take that second piece & put it where it’s supposed to be. He almost didn’t want to let that second piece go because he was convinced it wasn’t for anything and it had to be a broom for this. When you put it in its correct spot, he’s sitting the on floor both dying of laughter and crying out of embarrassment. Of course accompanied with his little screams.
”Eric, I can’t believe you didn’t know it was the top part of the tree and you didn’t even finish unfolding or spreading the tree.” He starts to hide his face in his hands with more screams. You’re still laughing at this because who would have thought that it’s a broom? 😭
“I mean it looks like one!! You can’t blame me and it made you laugh so I’ll call it a win.” Now he’s all smiley again. The best type of Eric to be honest.
“God you’re so goofy but I love you anyways.” After you tell him that you kiss him and make him finish spreading out the branches of the tree so it looks more full.
#idk what to call this#Eric x reader#Eric sohn x reader#Tbz x reader#the boyz x reader#youngjae#youngjae x reader#youngjae drabble#Youngjae fluff#youngjae imagine#tbz Youngjae#Tbz imagine#tbz fluff#tbz drabble#tbz x you
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Judge My Diction, Not My Grammer
(my completed prose piece from multiple drafts i previously made)
Driving down the road only guessing how many you’ve been down. From Brooklyn to Montague; you’ll travel the world one day. Just me for miles: safe and content. The tiny volume dial spinning back and forth between my fingers getting more and more elated with every increase, the feel of the pedals beneath me, finally in control of something for once in my life. Stray coins fill the console thrashing about at every sharp turn without any damage at all. One day they’ll fall onto the floor, and never be found again. Lost under the seats like childhood dreams, I took too fast a turn to keep them safe. The car needs me as much as I need it. Without the other we’ll both just sit and rust away in some junkyard, but instead we arrive at my favorite place in the world. Gas stations. But the off-brand, run-down, days from bankruptcy kind. They’re perfect.
The broken lights make it hard to read the price on anything, forcing you to squint until you involuntarily cry from the effort. Flickering lights in the bathroom in sync with your now racing heart as you wash your hands reminding yourself the person in the mirror is just you . The creepy guy behind the counter who’s desperately trying to imagine what you’re wearing beneath your jacket making you subconsciously pull it tighter around yourself like a goodbye hug. Bittersweet and lingering for days. The smell of cigarette smoke and gasoline mixing in the air and pumping helium into your head, your brain floating up over the tiny shelves and right out the door. Longing to join the stars it bursts on a powerline, lighting up the sky and fulfilling its wish. Your body, a host without its parasite, stumbles about waiting for someone else to take control. Humming along with the crappy pop song barely audible in the background, taking your time in every aisle allowing yourself to just exist despite your fictitious truth. Gas stations. But the off-brand, run-down, days from bankruptcy kind. They’re home.
As home as I’ll get in this body and brain of mine. With my ribs sticking out, begging for God to make me a companion, I breathe out giving life to the trees that surround me. Swaying in my breath they filter light from above casting a halo above my covetous head - my first sin. The apples of my eye float mockingly high, shining that shade of red that makes you feel warm and re-ignites the butterflies within your stomach. Beetles and spiders and wasps crawl around through mine, clicking and popping to scare off predators - am I not enough to protect you? With my twiggy arms squeezing tight around my core and giving life to the branches you reside on? I know there’s knicks and scratches and dents, but I thought you’d like them. I’m sorry I don’t know what you want. My brain is but a rock; dense and heavily within my skull. The cracks that wrap around have taken only moments to spawn, but now, years later, flowers sprout from the darkness. My heart is more a leaf than anything else. Jolting from side to side following the wind, even when they disagree. Rips line the edges making the original outline cryptic - the tree she came from I’ll never know. Frequently flooding Eden in my sorrows I make fruitless attempts to build protective dams around the garden. Waterfalls run down my face from the caves that are pretty only at a glance; the more you observe the worse a place they seem to be. Absorbed by the seeds of my skin; one day flowers will ornate my body turning me into the garden I know I am. Until then I’m just a spot in the forest, isolated and esoteric, praying for it all to burn down.
A charred ghost town sits lonely in my skull. The once excited inhabitants are long gone and scared to come back. I don’t remember when but the power plant exploded and all that’s left is mother nature. Evacuated, the citizens made home somewhere else. It’ll never be the same, but at least there’s a roof over their heads. And crime in the streets, corruption in politics, death in hospitals, and constant crying in schools.Where my hope went I don’t know, but in place of pride lies an alley located between my confidence and sorrow. Dim and putrid with noises of feral cats and unsteady dumpsters. The sidewalk in front is cracked and crumbing, callous to the weary feet that tremble past. The small pop-up shop that is my confidence has only a few items left in stock. The owner seems to always be in the back; leaving customers at the register long enough for them to give up and go somewhere else. How pretty the decor is, beautiful paintings and sculptures that no one cares to admire. To the left, a skyscraper reaching for the stars hoping to become one. The multitude of floors and departments and workers and management inside is as heavy as the steel and concrete used to create their home away from home. What makes this building so terrifying is that the farther you go up the more you can see. Except the building is so high it pokes out through the clouds and at a certain point all you can see is a white blanket of faux snow calling for you to become an angel. I’ve been to the top a few times and as ethereal as it was, nothing was more comforting than racing down the abundance of stairs and straight out the door. The air is not nearly as fresh down here but at least I’m not light-headed anymore. The cartography of my soul is still mostly undiscovered. I hope I can create the full map someday; maybe then I’ll know who I am. Maybe then I’ll be able to tell you who I am.
People try so hard to figure out what I am; but I don’t know. Listening to me talk about things that seem to spike my interest as my eyes stay dull and unfeeling. All I do is drone on and on while thinking over and over ¨be present, be present, be present¨. But I can’t: I’m preoccupied. Constantly aware of the fact that this isn’t who I want to be. Younger me would be so disappointed and it kills me to know I let her down. I was all she had and now, she has nothing. I could’ve been so much but instead I’m just hollow. Not empty or void or missing some important piece of me; I’m just hollow. There’s nothing inside me - yes - but nothing was ever meant to be. The cavity in my chest is not meant to hold a heart, but to allow birds to perch on my ribs and sing songs that echo throughout my body when they so please. I’m open to the world, yet hidden from society.
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Tonight at a Jazz Bar ♦ A Quartet of Freedom and Passion | Episode 5 「Enthusiastic Leadership」
Old Barkeeper: My my, you whipped up a jazz band in no time…
Nobel: Each one of them is a member I know I can rely on…what do you think?
Old Barkeeper: I can’t express my gratitude enough. With everything you’re doing for us, we won’t be so quick to shut down either.
Alto: So then…!
Old Barkeeper: I’ll entrust the stage to you for a while. I’ll be opening up the bar in two days.
In the meantime, feel free to make use of the equipment around here. Practice as much as you want.
Night: Seriously!? Isn’t this great, guys!?
Ruma: More than anything. Although, this is where the challenge begins. Let’s do our best not to lose steam.
Einsatz: I will endeavour to meet your expectations.
Nobel: Thank you, sir. We’ll take you up on that offer.
Well then…our first performance is two nights away.
Let’s proceed with rehearsals until the day of the performance in order to improve our skills as much as possible. I’ll be counting on all of you.
⋆ ♦ ⋆
Nobel: Let’s focus on basic songs, such as covers of standard numbers. Everyone starts out by imitating others, after all.
I’ve compiled a list of songs that can be played by a quartet of a piano, cello, saxophone and a trumpet to choose from.
Night: Sounds good to me. Let’s try expressing a classic piece with our own spin to it!
Nobel: I presume you've already installed the guide to playing your respective instruments but I’ll start off by sharing some quick advice.
Ruma. The cello is a pillar for low notes, but in jazz the theory of the instrument differs from its classical playing techniques.
One method foregoes the use of the bow and involves playing directly with your hands. I’ll share more with you later.
Ruma: Is that so? I have a feeling we’ll be able to pull off a rather enjoyable performance.
Nobel: Ein, Night. To begin, amongst all wind instruments, the way you move your lips and control your breathing are both crucial components.
Einsatz: Master Nobel, may I confirm something with you in regards to that?
Nobel: Yes?
Einsatz: As androids, we do not respire. How are we to go about drawing breaths?
Night: …Oh.
Alto: Oh…
Ruma: Hahaha, we certainly overlooked that part.
Nobel: …Hm. It would seem that I had gotten so caught up in forming the band that it completely slipped my mind.
Night: A-Ahaha…I was so excited that I totally forgot all about that too…
Nobel: Respiratory functions certainly aren’t necessary for an android but there is a sort of pseudo breathing that comes with the ability to speak.
Let’s begin by learning to take control of that. In fact, we may be able to create an exquisite performance that doesn’t require breathing for the most part.
Night: Understood. I’ll try my best!
Einsatz: I will listen attentively.
⋆ ♦ ⋆
Alto: …
Ruma: Nobel, how should I play this part?
Nobel: Try reducing the pressure with which you touch the strings to create a delicate sound. Like a small bird perched lightly on a tree branch—
Einsatz: Master Nobel, please elaborate further on my question once more.
Nobel: Oh of course, the movement of the fingers is rather hectic here. Try envisioning an ocean breeze. Play with the thought of waves crashing and retreating—
Night: Nobel, do you have a second? I’m not sure about the flow in the next part…
Nobel: Ah, this section is rather hard, isn’t it? Even former trumpeters have shown a variety of interpretations of it but—
Alto: (...Nobel-san really does have a talent for teaching.)
(Come to think of it, when we first met, he taught me a great deal of things while I was repairing Neon…)
(As a dark master, his social circle is pretty small—but if that’s truly the case, how did he become so good at teaching?)
Nobel: Doctor?
Alto: Ah, don’t mind me! Actually, I was wondering if there’s anything I can help with?
Nobel: Hmm, would you be kind enough to listen to us play? I’d like to hear your unreserved opinions.
Alto: Sure thing!
(I shouldn’t worry about that stuff right now. Nobel-san seems to be having a lot of fun, after all.)
(He really does love jazz, doesn’t he…)
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AUSPICIOUS VOICE 2023 Plans
I was supposed to post this earlier, but hey it's better late than never I guess. :D Happy new year!
I wanted to write this post as a means to streamline my goals on what I want to accomplish this year in regards this vocalsynth project. Other than that, 2022 was a huge success as I was able to churn out Maria and Mario's final Japanese voicebanks and get back on the UTAU grind by making covers and such.
As usual, more details will always be under the cut!
The Future of AUSPICIOUS VOICE
AUSPICIOUS VOICE has been one of the few projects I've put a lot of heart and effort into, and it's one I'll still be able to work on for a very long time. Apart from other projects mine, this one is very hobby-centric, and I intend to keep it that way.
However, I'd also like to branch out of vocalsynth-related activities with project and try to transform it into a mini OC project of sorts. Maria and Mario are their own fleshed out characters, and I would like to expand on that beyond fun facts and lore dumps. Maybe I'll tweak their lore towards vocal synths just a bit since they did start out as UTAU voicebanks.
AUSPICIOUS VOICE did start out as a vocalsynth collective between friends in 2014 (under a different name), and after that project fell out, I picked up the pieces and created AUSPICIOUS VOICE with the two surviving UTAUs (Maria and Mario) and continued making voicebanks for them. I'm still glad that some of my friends remember the UTAUs they've made for our old project, so I'm wondering if there could be a renaissance in the future...?
Cover Production
Starting today, I won't be uploading covers on a bi-weekly basis, as I would like to upload whenever I like without the pressure to upload constantly. I still have a backlog of covers to upload, but that aside, I've made it a thing to work on covers at my own pace.
Voicebank Development
Because I've released Maria and Mario's final Japanese voicebanks last year, I can't say that I'll be producing more voicebanks for them anymore, especially when I'm busy these days. I've postponed development on their English voicebanks due to time constraints and a lack of interest.
What about their Diff-SVC models? They're still in private beta, and I haven't done much with them recently. While it's exciting that Maria and Mario have AI models of their own, I can't see myself releasing them to the public at the moment.
Maria and Mario are considered "complete" for now in terms of voicebank development, and with that, I'd like to devote my energy to other things. :D I'll still need to make demonstration videos for their latest Japanese voicebanks and UniCoe voicebanks... (opens up After Effects)
Anniversary Plans
Maria and Mario's 8th anniversary is on April 4, since that's the date when they were first released to the public. I have a cover ready for them at the moment, but not the cover art. I don't plan on doing anything crazy, so a simple celebratory cover will do!
It's a bit jarring that Maria and Mario are turning 8 this year, and I still feel like I'm stuck in 2016...Time flies WAY too fast.
Anything Else?
2022 was a successful year in my books, and I'm hoping that this year will be the same or even better than that. I'd like to be more comfortable with the greater the vocalsynth community and steer clear of any bullshit that happens in it. I've had enough of that destroying my will to work on any vocalsynth projects, and I intend to keep it that way.
Here's to hoping that 2023 will be successful! ✨✨✨
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The Runaways//Original Story
This is a story my brother and I are working on together it's about two best friends who run away from their homes and plan to start a new life on the run but it's unlikely they'll make it to their destination without some problems along the way
Character descriptions
Olivia: a girl with blonde hair that's short and wavy that reaches a little past her shoulders always wears a cyan hoodie with dark grey jeans and rainbow colored boots
Alexander: a boy with brown messy hair who always wears a green hoodie blue/grey jeans and dark green and black boots
Winston: a light and dark brown male ferret with a white face and brown streaks under his eyes
Chapter 1
Part 1: Can you keep a secret?
The dismissal bell rang echoing along the halls of an elementary school a few moments later groups of kids started rushing from their classrooms the halls erupted into laughter and screams of excitement today was the last day of school and now summer break had officially started kids ran outside either hopping on bikes and riding away or running to their parent's car some kids waited on benches outside for their parents who were running a bit late and some stayed behind to chat to friends they had made before eventually leaving
Olivia ran out of the entrance to school before stopping and unhooking her bike from the bike rack "Hurry up Alex!" Olivia called "I'm going as fast as I can" Alexander called back while picking up some papers he had dropped on the ground outside the entrance of the school Olivia was always in such a rush but he really couldn't blame her school had been long and boring that day but now that summer break had finally started they no longer had to worry about school work now they could do whatever they wanted excitement fizzed in Alexander's mind as he thought of all the fun summer activities they could do once he had made his way over to Olivia and unhooked his bike they started to plan where to go first since neither of them felt like going home just yet "Well we usually go to the park often and it'll be pretty crowded now that school is out" Olivia explained "Hmm yeah you're right but where should we go?" Alexander asked just then they got an idea they both looked at each other smiling "the zoo!" They shouted at the same time
Alexander and Olivia parked their bikes and ran up to the entrance of the zoo they stopped right at the entrance and snuck past the line of people buying tickets and passes for the zoo sure they could've just bought tickets but it would cost all of their allowance combined and this way was more fun anyways both of them were very good at being sneaky and loved using it to their advantage once both Olivia and Alexander were in they immediately ran to the meerkat exhibit Olivia looked completely mesmerized by the little light brown creatures some of them were digging some were standing on the branches of a dead tree or rocks keeping look out for big birds and others were just laying around relaxing in shaded spots "It would be amazing to keep one as a pet they're so cute!" Olivia said "Yeah but they're wild which means they bite kind of how otters are they may be cute but they'd rip you to pieces if they wanted" Alexander replied "I know but it would be nice if they could make good pets...ferrets are really cute too though I really want one but my parents never let me have pets for some reason" Olivia said sounding a bit upset Alexander felt bad he knew she didn't have a very good home life her parents were distant and mean and he could understand why she didn't like being home he didn't have the best parents either his parents were always trying to get him to pick favorites they would even try manipulating him sometimes
Alexander and Olivia started to head back home they had stayed at the zoo for hours and now the sun had started to set now and soon it would be dark they made it to Olivia's house first it was just a couple of houses from Alexander's which was convenient in a way Olivia stopped at the end of her driveway she looked very hesitant about going home but only for about a minute before she walked her bike up her driveway Alexander couldn't help but feel worried and almost considered asking her if she'd rather just stay with him and have a sleepover but she may get in much more trouble once she got about halfway up the driveway she stopped and turned back to Alexander "I'll meet you at the park tomorrow afternoon" she called down to him "Alright sounds good" Alexander called back he waited until she had gotten to her door and into her house before he started to head for his house he couldn't help but feel worried about Olivia's safety her parents seemed very unpredictable at times then his thoughts went back to when they were at the zoo Olivia really seemed excited about having a pet she really liked talking about ferrets and knew a lot about them then an idea crossed his mind since July was pretty close which was when their birthdays were he could get her a ferret as an early birthday gift he had just enough to get one if he woke up early enough and went tomorrow morning he could surprise her with one when they met at the park he got so distracted that he almost passed his house he quickly stopped his bike and went up his driveway he could barely contain his excitement as he walked into his house this was gonna be the best surprise ever
Alexander woke up early and got ready he grabbed all of the allowance that he had hidden inside of one of the books on his shelf he had saved almost all school year and had about $150 now which would hopefully be just enough to get a ferret the ride to the pet store wasn't the most pleasant though it would definitely take some time to get there but Alexander didn't mind he put the money into his pocket he opened the window in his room and carefully climbed out of it there was no way he could just walk out without his parents questioning him he partially closed his window leaving it just open enough so he could slip his hands through it and lift it back up Alexander then made his way to the front of his house and he swiftly grabbed his bike and rode it down his driveway as quietly as possible
It had taken quite some time but Alexander finally had made it to the pet store he left his bike next to the entrance and went inside it wasn't hard finding the ferrets since they were pretty much at the front of the store he made his way to the big clear display container they were in now he just had to figure out which one to pick Alexander glanced at all the different ones each one had their own unique coat pattern most of the ferrets we're sleeping or playing together but one stood out to him a ferret that had a light brown body with dark brown on it's legs and tail it's face was white but it had brown streaks under both it's eyes this was definitely the one he was certain he quickly flagged down an employee who helped him pick out the ferret and place it in a box with a handle with little blue silhouettes of different animals and of course the name of the pet store in big bold letters "He's a good choice for sure no one else wanted him for some reason but looks like it's his lucky day" the employee said trying to strike up a friendly conversation once Alexander had payed for the ferret he hopped into his bike and started to head for the park thankfully the park wasn't too far away but he'd be late by a few minutes he noticed pretty quickly the ferret wasn't too happy in the box so Alexander stopped and checked to see if he was ok and the ferret almost immediately jumped into his arms Alexander didn't know what to do now but he definitely didn't want to force the little guy back into the box so he held the ferret against him with one arm and slowly and carefully used his other arm to steer his bike
Olivia sat on the edge of a seesaw at the park she kept looking around to see if she could spot Alexander it had been only a few minutes later then when they had planned to meet but she felt a bit anxious cause he'd always been on time or at least almost on time but she tried to distract herself from the countless thoughts and scenarios that threatened to fill her mind just then she spotted Alexander Olivia noticed almost right away he was carrying something she couldn't quite make it out but once he got close enough she almost couldn't believe it he was holding a ferret "Hey sorry about being so late I wanted to get you something first" Alexander said before handing her the ferret Olivia could barely contain her excitement any longer "Wait- really!?" Olivia replied she felt like she could do a flip she was definitely surprised but really excited nonetheless "Yep really I thought I'd get you an early birthday gift since you've always wanted a ferret" Alexander replied smiling Olivia was overjoyed no one had done anything like this for her before but for a moment she started to worry about what her parents would say but she pushed the thought away surly they wouldn't complain as long as she was responsible "I think I'm gonna call him...Winston! I think it suits him perfectly" Olivia exclaimed
Once again the sun had started to set Olivia and Alexander had spent the rest of the day at the park and a little hideout they made under a tree Winston was pretty friendly and very smart Olivia had already managed to teach him to sit which was pretty impressive Alexander made sure she had gotten home before heading for his Olivia watched him leave suddenly feeling a lot less confident than before she carefully slipped Winston into the hood of her hoodie and walked into her house her parents were in the living room watching TV like usual Olivia quietly tried to sneak past the living room but this time her parents saw her "Where have you been?" Her mom asked "I-I went to the park" Olivia replied her parents were now both looking at her they didn't seem entirely convinced but they didn't seem to care anyways Olivia decided this might be a good opportunity to see if they didn't mind
"Absolutely not. We don't need any animals" Her mom cut her off before she had had a chance to finish "B-But I'd take-" Olivia was cut off again by her dad "The answer is no and that's final now stop bugging us" Olivia had never felt this upset before but she just went to her room and locked her door once she knew her parents were distracted again she took Winston of of her hood and placed him on her lap this wasn't fair not at all she was completely capable of taking care of him and they still were against her having a pet well even if they didn't want her to she would keep Winston there's no way should wouldn't as long as he stayed hidden when she wasn't watching him and with her when she went anywhere they'd never notice
End of part 1
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