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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Encore - POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 23 - finishing touches

You hummed around your fork as the creamy buttercream hit your tongue, looking down at your lap that held your aunt's tablet as you looked over the concept art your aunt had made for your wedding cake.

They ranged from sheet cakes with black and red swirling designs to four-tiered cakes with black and silver designs with red roses decorating the top and bottom tiers.

“these are all so pretty, I have no clue which one to choose” you sighed, setting down the fork next to the crumbs of your once existing sample cake, you and Harry had decided on the flavors a bit ago, chocolate raspberry truffle cake with raspberry glaze and chocolate buttercream and angel food with light vanilla buttercream.

Tonks, your aunt, laughed and held her hand out for the tablet, you leaning over with it and placing it in her hand “that’s no problem if you can't decide right now, there's no rush since your wedding isn’t till…have you decided when you’ll get married?” you paused at her question and shrugged, you honestly didn’t remember if you and Harry had decided on a date, almost everything was ready and set.

The place, the décor, the flowers, the bridesmaids, groomsmen, junior bridesmaids, and groomsmen all chosen, their clothes and accessories ready to be of use. the flower girls were chosen and their clothes ready, the place where you would have the reception at was chosen, the food at the reception was chosen, who was going to marry you and Harry (FG offered to marry the two of you, being the one to originally separate you she wanted to officially bind you together as an apology), who was going to give you away (your aunt), the archway you were going to be married under was designed, Evie said your dress and Harrys suit was ready, the guest list was long since completed, all that was left to do was chose the cake design and decide the time and day to get married really.

“not sure yet, I’ll ask Harry the next time we talk about wedding stuff” you smiled as Tonks gave you a grin and flipped through her cake designs again.

“im sure you’ll pick the best day, now pick a cake” she slid the tablet back over to you. You picked it up and scrolled through the designs again.

You finally decided on the four-tiered cake with white fondant and silver piping designs, with black borders and red roses swirling from the top to the bottom. “great choice, now I think you have a final dress fitting to get to~” Tonks teased, standing to give you a hug and waving you off as you walked into the back to go through a portal to the descendant's universe.

You stuck your key into the storage room door lock and turned it, the portal opening behind the closed door. You swung it open and stepped into the shimmering light portal.

A moment later you stepped out into Evie's starter castle, calling out to her to let her know you were there “Evie!! Im here!” you heard her call back to you from the greenhouse turned office and you made your way over to her. “so I heard that my dress is ready?” Evie spun in her chair, facing away from the light purple dress she was working on, and nodded with a bright grin.

“All ready! Harry's suit is done too but I’ll have him come by later, try it on!” she dashed over to one of her movable dress wracks and plucked a gorgeous white dress with billowy sheen sleeves, a plunging sweetheart neckline, and a long sheer train that flowed from the back. “here you go! Now go go! I want to see the finished product on you!” she squealed, jumping in excitement as you took the dress and went to go change behind the changing screen Evie had installed a while ago for her costumers that came personally to her office.

It took a minute or two to get into the dress, with all the fabric but it was pretty easy to figure out how to put it on. Finally, you zipped up the back and picked up the skirt, and stepped out from behind the changing screen.

Evie gasped and clapped erratically “O M G it's perfect~!!! You look so amazing!!!” you let out a small laugh and let Evie lead you to her standing mirror, gasping at your reflection.

(yes im showing the design again im so damn proud of this dress i want it for my own wedding if i ever have one)

It was exactly the way you had designed it, from the small gems decorating your neckline to the white sapphire waist overlay “Evie, it's perfect” your voice cracked, pure happiness overwhelming you “it’s exactly what I wanted, and dreamed of”

“thank you so much for trusting me with it (y/n), and it's beautiful because you designed it too, you have an amazing eye for fashion” Evie giggled, holding onto your shoulders and smiling at you in the reflection of the mirror. “you are going to take Harry's breath away on your wedding day”

You laughed again, wiping the tears from your eyes and turning, wrapping your arms around Evie and hugging her tightly “thank you so much Evie” she hummed and hugged you back.

“you’re welcome (y/n), it’s the least I could do for all I've done” you raised your brow and leaned back, about to ask her what she meant before you remembered she had helped Mal kidnap you to have FG transport you back to your world.

“Still, thank you” you patted her arm, twirling back around and admiring the dress again. “I love it so much.”

“im glad” Evie sang, walking back over to her desk and continuing on the dress she had paused working on when you walked “so is everything almost done?”

“yep” you chirped, spinning and grinning to yourself as the skirt and train flared around you. “it’s all done actually, all that’s left is for Harry to try on his suit and for us to pick a day and time”

“oh, the archway is finished?” Evie asked, looking over her shoulder at you. The archway that you and Harry would be married under would be installed on your new ship for your wedding, but you and Harry had gone through a billion designs before finding the perfect one, and it had just been finished building and all it needed were its white and red roses decorating the main top boards.

“yep, Harry and I approved the final work two nights ago, we’re basically ready to get married at any point now” you turned and walked back over to the changing screen, unzipping the dress and letting it fall down your arms. “again, just need to pick a day”

Evie clapped her hands in glee “oooh I so excited, honestly, I think im more excited for this than I am Mal and Ben's wedding” you laughed loudly at that.

“Really?” you tilted your head out of the screen, raising your brow at Evie “why?”

“I don’t know” Evie sighed “something about it being more…private? And it’s really just going to be personal friends and family with some extra people, right? it just feels a bit more intimate than their wedding which is going to be broadcasted across Auradon”

You hummed, yeah you were glad you didn’t have to deal with all that for your wedding, and your wedding, hopefully, also would have Carlos actually there, he had mentioned that the day of Mal and Bens wedding was the day of his very important-you can't miss it or you’ll fail the entire year-finals test for veterinary school.

Ben and Mal had tried to reschedule their wedding so Carlos could attend but unfortunately, everything was all set and both were unable to move the date. They promised they would have either Jay or Doug record everything for him so he could at least see the wedding “personally” instead of on the news, he would be there for the reception but he would be missing the ceremony.

“what month are you thinking for it?” Evie wondered aloud, the hum of her sewing machine overpowering her voice a bit.

“im thinking either late spring or early summer? So May or June. I don’t want it to be cold as all hell but I don’t want it to be so warm everyone's sweating?” you shrugged on your shirt and zipped up your boots, stepping back out into the main area of Evie’s office with your dress in your arms “honestly I dunno, I’ll talk to Harry tonight about it, we're having dinner at my place.”

Evie nodded at that and stood, taking your dress and hanging it back up on her rack. “awesome, welp, we’re all done here! So” she waved her hands at you as if casting a spell “why don’t you get back to…whatever you were doing or needed to do after you were done with this” you laughed and nodded, spinning on your heel and walking out of Evie's office, waving her goodbye as you stepped out into her kitchen.

“kay, bye Evie!”

“bye!”

A couple of hours later and you were in your kitchen stirring up the mashed potatoes as Harry checked on the tri-tip. “think it's ready yet?” Harry turned to you, nodding his head at the oven.

“just check it with the meat thermometer, if it's 145 degrees it's ready” Harry nodded, putting on some oven mitts and taking out the tri-tip, sticking the meat thermometer in, and grinning.

“145, we’re ready” you nodded and turned off the heat for the gravy, and uncovered the cheese biscuits.

“Okay, ill cut it up and you can take the veggies out of the microwave and pour ‘em in the bowl thing”

You grabbed a carving knife and a large fork, transferring the tri-tip to a cutting board and slicing it up. You worked in comfortable silence to finish your prep for dinner, the only heard was your knife against the meat and cutting board and the soft music playing on Harry’s Bluetooth.

“ready!” Harry called, getting out two plates and setting them on the counter, walking over to you and kissing your cheek “thank yeh for helping me make this darling”

“you’re welcome Harry” you hummed, setting down the knife and fork and walking around Harry to get to the plates “plate up! And let's eat!”

After filling your plates with tri-tip, mashed potatoes and gravy, cheese biscuits, and corn, your dinner was ready to eat. You and Harry sat down at the counter/kitchen window and clinked your sodas before digging in, Harry dancing in his seat a bit as he bit into his food.

“good?” Harry just hummed happily, and nodded, picking up his biscuit and bobbing his head as he bit into it. “good.” You laughed slightly and dug into your own food, humming as you bit into the tri-tip “good job on the tri-tip, it’s fucking bomb” Harry grinned and his ears turned red.

“Thank yeh, Uma taught me how ta season steak a bit after the barrier came down.” You laughed again and pulled out your phone to text Uma.

“well she's a damn good teacher, it’s fucking bomb” you sent a quick text to Uma telling her that she needed to teach harry more cooking stuff and she sent back a wink and a thumbs up.

“soooo” you and Harry spoke in unison, stopping to look at each other and laughing “okay okay” you waved your hands around “me first” Harry laughed a bit and nodded, leaning on his fist and watching you “so, twice today I've been asked when we’re getting married and-I realized I don’t remember if we talked about it, like, at all” Harry snorted.

“aye, Evie, Uma, an’ CJ asked meh the same thing, and yeah we’ve…never talked about when we want ta get married” you and Harry shared an ‘oh shit’ smile and you shook your head.

“well, when Evie asked me about it the first thought that came to my head was early summer or late spring, so like, May or June?” harry hummed and tapped the counter with his fingers.

“huh, May actually sounds good, um, weekend or weekday?” you lifted your feet and rested them on the sideways beams of Harry's stool.

“mmm, weekend? Mostly everyone will be free on the weekends” Harry nodded, and took another bite of mashed potatoes “maybe a Saturday?”

“sounds good” Harry mumbled through his food, swallowing it and taking out his phone, opening his calendar and scrolling up to May “um, so we have the 1st, 8th, 15th,22nd, and the 29th for Saturday’s”

You leaned closer to Harry and set your chin on his shoulder, examining the calendar on his phone “how bout the 22nd? That way it’s not too soon for anyone's schedule and not the direct end of the month” Harry smiled and nodded in agreement.

“that’s perfect, May 22nd it is, that’s when we'll get married” Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead “I can't wait for that day, my love”

“I can't wait either, I tried on my finished dress today and I just wanted to show you immediately, it's so dang pretty~!” you squealed, grinning as Harry chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“and I can't wait ta see you wearing it, I can’t wait ta see yeh walk down the aisle towards me and I can't wait ta call yeh meh wife” you forced down the burning in your nose and eyes and wrapped your arms around Harry, burying your face in his shoulder. “and I can't wait to call you my husband, and love you for the rest of my life” Harry hugged you back tightly, pulling you into his lap and pressing his cheek to the side of your head.

“I love you so much (y/n)”

“I love you too Harry”

“finally! I was wondering when you two were going to pick a date, I've kept my calendar open just in case you two decided to say ‘fuck it’ and get married on a whim.” Uma waved her hands about as she ranted, and you hid your smile behind your glass and took a sip of your (drink)

“Yeah, guess we can also finally print those invitations now too” Uma hummed at that and set her cup down, tilting her head at you.

“well, the guest list is all done, right? So it won't be that much to do” you shook your head and took another sip of your (drink).

“Nope, just the design, and then printing, and everything will be ready to go, Harry and I already called Ben about using his private docks for the wedding because that’s where our ship is and he’s all for it” Uma nodded, moving forward on the table and resting her chin in her palm.

“so, next month, you and Harry get married~” you giggled in excitement and danced in your seat a bit.

“yep, hard to believe it's been almost a year since we got engaged, I feel like it's only been a month” you wished wistfully, a dreamy smile on your face “when I arrived on the isle, I never thought that Harry and I would even meet, then all of a sudden I was a part of your crew.” You and Uma shared a reminiscent smile, it had happened oh so long ago, all the way back in 2017 after D2 had released, and now it was 2021 and you were engaged to Harry freaking Hook, Uma was one of your best friends, Gil the other best friend, and you could travel from your world to the descendant's world.

It was like a dream come true, and if it was just a dream?

You hoped you would never wake up.

-end of part 23-

I know these wedding planning parts are lowkey kinda boring but really im just trying to set up the wedding part(s) (if it seems like im dragging everything out pls tell me, I don’t want to bore yall)XD which is soon! It'll probably be posted on May 22nd and considering I've been posting like, once a month (im sorry lol), the next chapter may possibly be the wedding chapter but IDK~!!! But anyway thank you all for reading my dumb Harry Hook x reader that I started back in 2018 so it been like, more than two years since I posted the first part and for some reason yall liked it and asked for more??? Which like, my writing fucking sucked back then, so why the fuck did yall like it? XD

Anyway, just saying again that I will be making rewrites of part of your world and reprise, encore I’ll leave alone since I think it has okay writing, I might re-edit the first couple parts if I cringe enough at em but otherwise, encore will be left alone while the first two parts of the series will get rewritten. I will leave the original versions up but again, new versions coming after I finish encore.

Thank you! - R.Sparrow

(oh! also I designed the invitations~

pretty~ okay im done!)

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minijenn · 4 years

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Universe Falls turns 5 years old this week

I was 19 when I started it and still in college, in the throes of depression bc I hated college and wanted out even during the start of my sophomore year. I was homesick and had only a handful of friends bc I was shy as fuck back then and terrified of rejection (and had gone from a small pond back in high school where I was fairly popular to being an absolute nobody in college). I really, really fucking hated it during my freshman year and in particular and begged my dad to let me come home and go to college there instead of thousands of miles away. But for better or worse he made me stick it out even though I was absolutely miserable. But if there was anything that got me through that horrible freshman year it was my discovery of two shows:

Steven Universe and Gravity Falls

I binged SU first, having seen it when it first aired back in 2013 but then got back on the bandwagon for it around the time its first season ended, which was when I became a devout fan. GF was something I discovered through tumblr, I watched it not long after Not What He Seems premiered and fell in love hard and fast. I would spend hours watching and rewatching these episodes, reading fics and fan theories, speculating on what was going to happen next. Never before in my life had I ever discovered two shows that brought be so much joy and comfort until these two came into my life. I loved these characters, felt like they were the friends I knew I was lacking even though they were fictional. But they felt real, they felt alive to me.

So fast forward to August/September 2015. I had just started my sophomore year and so far wasn’t having any better of a time than I had when I was a freshman. I still clung onto GF and SU as new, very exciting episodes were airing for both (that was the month we got the Last Mabelcorn and Catch and Release, for reference’s sake). And then, one night, while I was falling asleep in my cramp dorm room I shared with a roommate I couldn’t stand, the thought occurred to me:

What if you brought these two things you loved so much... together?

It was a random thought, almost insignificant, but in the days that followed, I just couldn’t shake it. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see these characters interact, the more I wanted to see their plots intertwine, the more I knew I was the one who had to write this since GF and SU crossovers were pretty scarce back then (unlike they are now in the new wave of SUF and GF crossovers that I don’t much care for).

I was in the midst of a writing funk at the time, my ongoing Zelda fics all on hitaus while I began a new year at college. I had more or less lost passion for most of them, with the majority of them except my HW fic receiving low numbers of reviews and feedback (back then I didn’t really know how to promote my fics like I do now). Even so, I started planning on this new project, but not without a bit of hesitation since I’d never really worked with GF or SU characters before. But I began plotting out a chapter list (the original UF chapter list has been lost to the ages, I wrote it in an old homework planner during class), and I had decided that I wanted to try my hand at making this thing a comic. A hand drawn comic. And given that my drawing abilities were... subpar at best, yeaaaaah it wasn’t the best idea....

Still, I got through two parts of UF’s “first chapter” and posted them on here (they’re still up somewhere if you wanna go back and cringe hardcore at my bad old art). Still, it had taken me a loooooong ass time to draw them and even more crazy was the fact that my laptop had crashed during that span of time, leaving me with only my shitty iPad to work with. Frustrated, I decided to forego the stupid comic altogether and write the damn thing as a fanfic, knowing I could get chapters out way faster than I ever would have by drawing it.

So I wrote the prologue and posted it on September 29, 2015. And let’s just say right off the bat people were excited. I’d never seen so many reviews on the first chapter of one of my fics before and those numbers only started to go up the more I posted. I was jazzed up to work on this fic, pushed on by this encouragement as I decided to build my relatively reblogging-heavy blog up around it. Toward the end of the year, when I was nearing the end of arc 1, I decided to get myself a drawing tablet and download Sai so I could begin drawing my own art for the fic, leading to me first passes of character designs and UF’s old fugly cover lol

Still, I kept going with it into 2016, getting through both arcs 2 and 3 as the fic only began to grow more and more with more engagement from its fans. AUs were made, fanfics and fanarts of my fic were created, it was a glorious time to be alive, even going into 2017, 2018, 2019, and now. And all the while I kept at it, coming up with sequel plans, taking breaks every now and then to refresh and recoup, and to give the new pet project I started in 2019 (Keys to the Kingdom) some time to shine. But I’ve still never truly lost passion for UF. It’s something I tend to see through to completion, no matter how long it takes.

Fast forward again and now its 2020. I’m 24 years old and still going strong with it, having just completed RMD, an arc ender that I always hoped would be my magnum opus for this fic (and I’m so incredibly proud of how it turned out). Both GF and SU have ended, their stories both told and their endings inspiring me in so many different ways. And while those stories are over, I still strive to keep these characters, or perhaps, my own unique takes on them, living on to tell new stories, to have new adventures right alongside the canon ones. To keep their flames going in the same spirit and hopefully try to follow, even in some small way, in the footsteps of Rebecca Sugar and Alex Hirsch, two of my absolute heroes in the animation world.

So UF turns 5 this week. It’s half a decade old and it’s nearing its 100th chapter. Its passed the 1 million word mark quite some time ago and I’m sure it’ll pass 2 million before its all said and done. It’s accumulated thousands of reviews, hundreds of followers/favorites, plenty of incredible fan interactions across the board. It’s 9th arc is about to begin, leading the way into 2 more before its all said and done. And from there it’ll only grow when I eventually write UF2 and UFF sometime way down the line. All things I could have never imagined doing as a lonely college sophomore back in 2015 when I was just starting this fun little experiment off. But as for where we are with it no, well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So here we are in the future. And, well, for UF at least, I’d say it’s pretty bright.

#i would have drawn something to accompany this post but ehhhh im busy #anyway ignore me im all emotional rn #my baby is technically old enough to start kindergarten #lol #jen writes #universe falls

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hettiesworld · 4 years

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I Feel For You

Summary: During lockdown, Elizabeth gets the chance to meet the OG Avengers cast and “accidentally” falls in love with Evans and Renner.

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC x Jeremy Renner

Author’s note: So this is a few days before the Zoom meeting with the cast. Enjoy!

Word count: 1119 words

2nd May 2020.

Elizabeth’s house was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the walls were the photographs of children, so obviously so loved. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, it's grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul.

Elizabeth’s cousins were in the master bedroom, watching the live virtual show of the Nickelodeon Teen Choice Awards as they were visiting before the lockdown happened. Until, the virus came to the UK and her cousins couldn’t go back to New Zealand.

Her job as a veterinarian was important to the frontline as they protect the health and well-being of both animals and people. So, she had to go out and do her job.

A small double bed, looking like a snow drift, so white and feathery and high was it; one window curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth that drew over the panes by means of a white cord on which it was run at the top; a tiny wash-stand with an old-fashioned bowl and pitcher of green and white stone-ware, and over it an old-fashioned gilt mirror; a small splint-bottomed chair and large braided rug of red woollen rags. That was all, except in one corner, where some cleats had been nailed to the ceiling and a clothes-press made by hanging from them full curtains of white cloth.

She came into the house at around 7pm, which was early for her.

“What are you guys watching?” Elizabeth put her backpack down onto the floor.

“The Nickelodeon Teen Choice Awards. We watch it every year.” Allie, who is 15 years old and the oldest of Elizabeth’s cousins, remarked. She was so focused on watching the awards on the television.

“Who’s hosting it?”

“Victoria Justice. You know, from Victorious?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know who she is. I’m not that old.” Elizabeth chuckled softly, placing herself next to Allie.

Jacob, who was 8 years old, was the other cousin around Elizabeth’s house. He was too busy to watch the awards (and he wasn’t interested anyways) and just played Fortnite on his laptop.

Just then, an announcement from Victoria herself, near the end of the awards, came to Elizabeth’s attention.

“Hey! You wanna win a competition? And don’t worry, you won’t have to wait until the quarantine is over! Here is your chance to meet the winners of your favourite movie, Avengers Endgame! Yes--”

Just then, Allie turned it over. “Boring.”

Elizabeth looked at Allie with shock and blurted out, “ What did you do that for? Change it back!”

“Fine.”

Allie changed the channel back over to Nickelodeon and it’s like Victoria just stopped speaking from where she was so that Elizabeth could hear the rest of it. Or maybe she was repeating it again.

“Yes! You could get to meet the OG Avengers via a Zoom meeting! You don’t even have to travel. Just be presentable, unless they are in their pajamas!” Victoria laughed as she continued, “This award-winning prize is available both in the United States and in the United Kingdom, excluding the Republic of Ireland--”

“You should apply!” Allie exclaimed, putting both hands on Elizabeth’s right shoulder, tapping her softly.

“Why would I?” Elizabeth responded, looking at Allie.

“Don’t you give me that look, missy! I know about your Avengers collection in the study!”

Elizabeth laughed at the disappointed look Allie was trying to give her. She got out her laptop and passed it to Elizabeth.

“Now apply online and I’ll be downstairs, playing with your pets!” Allie jumped off the bed and headed downstairs, leaving Elizabeth to look at the website where she could apply. She really wanted to meet Chris Evans and Jeremy Renner, as well as the others. She never had an opportunity to go to Comic-Con or any other convention to meet them, due to the lockdown situation at the moment.

So, this would be the opportunity of a lifetime.

She applies.

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Two days later. 4th May 2020.

Elizabeth was in her living room. She decided to put a picture of it on Instagram.

Once she did, she did her daily Tik Tok video on her pug, Rocky. It was an old video she filmed in the autumn with Rocky playing in the fallen leaves. She put Main Attraction by her favourite actor onto it.

Afterwards, she went to her mailbox, her custom mask on. And she was not expecting a letter from Nickelodeon.

It reads,

Dear Ms Martinez,

Congratulations on winning the Nickelodeon Teen Choice Award competition to meet the cast of Avengers: Endgame! You will meet them on Monday 11th May 2020. You have the opportunity to meet them via a Zoom meeting. Make sure you have the Zoom app on your phone, tablet or downloaded onto your laptop…

From the producers of Nickelodeon.

Elizabeth ran back into the house, taking her mask off. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed out loud, putting her hand to her mouth.

Allie and Jacob came down the stairs, rubbing their eyes.

“Why are you shouting?” Allie asked.

“I won the competition.”

“Wait… what?” Allie snatched the letter out of Elizabeth’s hands and skimmed through it. “Oh. My. Goodness. You did it. You won!”

Elizabeth lifted Allie from the ground and spun her around, being very excited. Jacob yawned and walked back up the stairs.

“Oh my God. I need to be presentable! I need to download Zoom on my laptop!”

“Auntie. You got until next Monday to do that. Just relax.”

“Yeah, I should. I’m sorry Allie.”

“Don’t feel sorry Auntie. I know about your anxiety. Just calm down.” Allie softly pulled Elizabeth to the kitchen and made her sit down on the wooden stool.

“Let me make breakfast for you, Auntie.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Do you know how to make breakfast now, Allie?”

Allie nodded and went to the fridge to take out two slices of wholemeal bread and an egg. She was going to make the popular breakfast in Britain, (except the Full English breakfast, of course) boiled egg and soldiers.

Allie had grown since Elizabeth last saw her.

Probably a growth spurt.

“You always know how to cheer me up, Allie.”

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And that is the first chapter! Well the introduction! Hopefully you like it! Reblog it, comment on it and signal boost it!

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hiyo-silver · 5 years

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"What's Up You Guys It's Me, Bdenbrough!" - Totally An Art Channel

Summary: Bill finds love in creating a new type of content, deciding it may become more part of his regular posting schedule.

Chapter 1 2 3 4 + ao3

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A particularly blustery and rainy day brings a rush of blue creative energy to Bill’s mind. It’s October again, like when Georgie had gone missing. He doesn’t want to go outside or even have any of his friends over, so he decides the video he must film should be different than his normal ones, a different tone filling him.

He sits at his desk with some of his watercolors and colored pencils, ready to create something like he hasn’t in a long time. His art has been on the backburner for a while, school started a month ago and stripped him of his time and even his own personal way of thinking. It was all Algebra and Shakespearean sonnets. But now, he’ll really try and get himself back into it.

He ties his red locks back with a gray scrunchie, pulling on a sweatshirt to keep warm against the cold and the way the heater in the house has been failing for several years, it just hasn’t gotten around to being fixed. Space heaters and extra layers have always been enough for Bill and Georgie. They would never dare complain, Sharon and Zach try their best. And now Georgie isn’t there to complain to either, and Bill just goes quieter.

He really has been questioning himself recently. He wears a lot of hoodies and sweatshirts, especially the thick ones that sometimes even go down to his knees. Bev says he’s just going through a phase all girls do, having some body insecurity, it goes away after you try your hardest to like what God has given you.

He also really likes the look of his hair tucked up into beanies, a faux pixie cut. He still has to ask Sharon if he can get his hair all trimmed off, he wants it at least up to his ears, it’ll be out of the way then and he won’t have to put it up whenever it gets in his face. It’ll only be beneficial, even if Sharon doesn’t think it’s so cute.

Bill isn’t so sure it’s the same insecurity Bev has been feeling. She’s excited about growing a chest and her hips widening, but Bill can only feel fear for the impending changes of his body. He thinks it’s wrong. It hasn’t been so much of a problem before, but middle school has jump started deep feelings of discomfort with every piece of himself, except maybe his own mind.

He never has his nails groomed, but since he’ll be recording a view of his hands for this video he at least trims his nails off, shaping the squared out edges with a nail file, wincing at the sandpaper-y feel so close to his skin.

He finally does get that done though, washing the dust from his fingers and returning to find a way to set up his tablet for the angle he wants to have for this concept. It’s going to be a draw/sketch with me, hopefully turned paint with me when it comes to the watercolors he got recently. He hasn’t gotten to use them yet.

He gets his phone tilted to the paper, the camera not good enough to pick up on the subtle bumps and grooves in the paper, made for peak paint performance. He starts the camera and picks up his charcoal pencil, the one he picked up at the hobby lobby the other day when he went with Beverly so she could get some thread to embroider a design on her new denim skirt for school. He aunt had brought it for her from Portland when she came down for a week in summer, Bev just hasn’t gotten to customize it quite yet.

He starts the video with a shot of him sharpening the pencil with a small handheld pencil sharpener. “Whatup! It’s m-me bdenbrough back w-with your Saturday entertainment. Today I-I’m taking it a little slower than usual, calming a l-little. We’re d-doing a draw with me, I’m gonna b-be trying to keep a cool color sch-scheme here, and we’re just gonna have a l-little chat,” he says, smiling wistfully even though his face isn’t on camera and they wouldn’t be able to hear it.

He starts drawing out a general shape, small ovals to start out some sort of human, “I th-think I might draw a m-mermaid, get some mythical cr-creatures up in my sketch collection,” he decides out loud, drawing out a few ovals to create a torso shape and then a longer one and triangle for the fins on the bottom of the tail.

Then he starts making lines around the shape, creating smoother curves around everything until it looks almost more like it could be closer to human, sans the tail of course. The last thing he leaves in the sketch is the face. “So d-don’t mind m-my inability to make faces,” he says with a small chuckle.

He draws one eye closer and larger than the other, making sure the perspective of the facial expression matches how he made the angles of the body work. Drawing lips is always fun for him, they never look the same as the last pair of lips. He makes it more symbolic than it is. “All m-my characters lips look different. They all h-have unique things to say, and the words fall fr-from unique mouths.”

He continues adding more life to the eyes, erasing a little shine in the pupils from the side where the lighting is going to come from. He’s been working more on his shading, he’s pretty proud of how far he’s gotten in his art journey. He definitely needs to work more on anatomy, but at least he can blame bad anatomy on his art style.

“I don’t h-have a name for this ch-character yet, but maybe you g-guys can suggest some! D-down in the comments let me know what her name and story sh-should be!” He announces, he just desperately wants for his subscribers to interact more, they’ve been slowing rising and it almost worries him, becoming known would be great to him, but he also doesn’t want this to become more of an actual job to him than it already is.

He pulls out his thin tipped sharpie to line it, trying to be up like one of the big art youtubers with their fancy lineart and good coloring skills. He lines it the best he can, though his hands are often shaky and it makes for difficult art. He plans to fill the empty space with some soft music when he isn’t talking. Just to make sure it’s not too boring.

He doesn’t start talking until he uncaps his blue marker to color in her details. “So I-I’m gonna be coloring this dr-drawing in with mostly cool t-toned colors,” he explains. He gets started on coloring in the darker tones, a colorless blender can be used to remove anything that gets too intense.

He drags the tip around in thick, long, and even strokes, covering her tail evenly with the deep blue, to contrast how bright blue he’ll color in the ocean. He fills her hair in with some strokes of violet among some lilac.

The completed drawing comes out nice, not the best he could do, but he did have the pressure of filming as he did it. “Okay so sh-she seems to be completed,” he says, tilting the camera up to show his smile, “So th-that concludes our Saturday video. I-it was kinda short and quiet b-but I had fun filming it!” he finally presses the camera off, letting out a sigh of relief.

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Carried Away Chapter 44: School Daze

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Henry consulted the recipe on his tablet. The search he had done for a simple Bolognese recipe had turned up literally thousands of recipes. He had chosen one that seemed simple enough. He didn’t know how wrong he was until he was already too far in to turn back.

“What in bloody hell does chiffonade mean?” He asked to the empty kitchen. He found himself looking for videos on YouTube to reference what the recipe meant with each new culinary term. This was the first time, since the disastrous salt incident, that he had attempted cooking anything more difficult than a baked pork chop and a vegetable. He was determined to show Lucy, and himself, that he could, in fact, make a meal without messing something up. He also wanted to treat Lucy. She had been working so hard with the play, we wanted to see that she was taken care of, since taking care of herself was not her priority.

Lucy arrived home and took in the wonderful aroma filling the kitchen. She walked to the stovetop, and lifted the lid on the sauce simmering away. She picked up the spoon laying next to the pot, and dipped it in the sauce for a taste. She let out an involuntary groan when the sauce touched her taste buds.

“I take it you approve?” Henry asked from the doorway. Lucy spun around, the spoon still in her mouth, a startled expression in her eyes.

“Henry, this is delicious! Did you make this?” she asked, emphasizing the word make.

“I did.” He confirmed.

“From scratch?” She asked disbelieving.

“Well, the tomatoes came from a tin, but yes, everything else is from scratch.” He replied proudly. Lucy walked to him, and gave him a celebratory kiss.

“Cariño, this is amazing. But you really don’t need to go to all this trouble. I don’t think I’ve ever made spaghetti sauce from scratch. My recipe, is open jar, pour into pot with browned hamburger. Ta-da!”

“It was something I wanted to attempt, after the Great Salt Disaster of 2015, I wanted to prove that I was capable of making edible food. And I want to pamper you a bit, since you won’t take care of yourself, I’m making it my job to take care of you.” Henry explained walking her back to the stove. He took a wine glass from the counter and filled it from an open bottle sitting next to it. “Here, take this, and go change into your ‘comfies’, as you call them. This will take another 20 minutes, according to the recipe.”

Lucy did as she was told, and took her glass of wine into the bedroom. She quickly traded her professional casual attire, for black leggings, with an oversized long-sleeved t-shirt over the top. She went to the bathroom to wash the grime of the day off her face, and throw her hair in a messy bun. She went back to the kitchen “Can I help with anything?” Lucy asked, watching Henry chop ingredients for a salad.

“No, I have everything well in hand, you go to the living room, and don’t come until you’re called.” He said, kissing her cheek, before turning her back toward the living room and swatting her bottom to send her on her way.

Lucy ambled to the living room, sipping her wine. She sat in her favorite arm chair, with a view of the kitchen, so she could watch Henry work. And idea struck her and she pulled out her phone, and snapped a picture of Henry chopping what, she couldn’t tell. She sent it to the Cavill wives group text. “Came home from work, and was told I’m not allowed to help. Sitting here with my wine, enjoying the view.” It didn’t take long before she got a response. It was from Heather, Charlie’s wife.

“He’s making dinner? Are you going to eat it? Brave girl.”

Lucy laughed before responding, “I’ve been teaching him how to cook, he claims he made Bolognese from scratch, and I believe him, he wouldn’t try that one twice.”

“You’ll have to let us know how it is.” Heather wrote back.

The next reply came from Simon’s wife Eva. “You’ve domesticated him. Never thought we’d see the day. Enjoy sweetie!”

“Gracias!” Was Lucy’s response to Eva.

Finally Lucy was allowed in the kitchen. Henry had plated the pasta and sauce and set the table. He poured them each another glass of wine. “Two glasses of wine on a school night, I’ll be asleep by 7!” she laughed.

“I shall try to keep you from falling asleep in your pasta.” Henry joked.

Lucy lowered her face, close to her plate and inhaled deeply. “This smells amazing.” She inserted her fork and twirled a few strands of the pasta. She brought the bite to her lips; Henry’s eyes followed her every movement, waiting with baited breath. Lucy groaned when the flavors hit her tongue. “This is delicious!” Lucy confirmed, at Henry’s questioning look. A smile spread across his handsome face, and he started on his own plate.

“Why do I feel like I’m being buttered up for something?” Lucy said, after they’d both enjoyed their first few bites.

“I just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.” Henry defended. “Though, now that you mention it. I received a call today, they’ve scheduled re-shoots for The Man from U.N.C.L.E. I have to leave the 6th.”

“The 6th as in this Friday?” Lucy yelled.

“No, sorry, the 6th of March. It will hopefully not be more than 10 days. I’ll need to fly back to London on the 6th, so I can be ready for shooting on Monday.” Henry explained.

“So, not for another month. Ok. Well Kal will be happy to see you, and you can sleep at home at least, which will be nice I’m sure.”

“Yes, I will be happy to see Kal, but it means leaving you.” Henry insisted.

“Admit it, you’ll be happy to have some personal space again.” Lucy quipped.

“I’ll be happy to not have you kicking me all night.” Henry laughed.

“I’ll be happy to not have a space heater in bed with me. You’re so hot in bed.”

“That’s not something you’ve ever complained about before.” Henry said suggestively. Lucy laughed.

Lucy met Emma for coffee after school later that week. Once they’d both gotten their drinks and treats they retreated to a table to have some girl time.

“Do you have to rush home?” Emma asked.

“No, Henry has curling tonight, so I won’t see him until he gets home.”

“I still can’t believe that Ryan convinced him to be on his curling team.”

“I’m glad. He doesn’t have any friends here, so for him to get to do a guy’s night once a week is good for him. Plus it gets him out of the house once a week.”

“Doesn’t he get out of the house otherwise?”

“Well he goes to a trainer in Duluth 4 days a week, but that’s during the day. Otherwise, he’s just ALWAYS there. I love him, and I want him with me, but I’ve never lived with anyone before. This is totally new territory for me! Sometimes I just need a little bit of alone time. Like a couple weeks ago. I had a horrible day, my 9th graders were being extra 9th grade-y, and every driver I encountered on my way home was driving like an idiot, I was just done dealing with people by the time I got home. And I told Henry that. I said, “I need 10 minutes where I don’t have to deal with anyone right now. I’ll be in the bedroom.” And he followed me to see if he could do anything, I mean it was really sweet, but I snapped at him, then I felt horrible, and I had to apologize for being in a bad mood.”

Throughout Lucy’s tirade, Emma, just smirked. “Welcome to being in a relationship.” she said and laughed. “So other than the constant togetherness, which I understand, it can be overwhelming, how is everything going?”

“Other than that? It’s been great. I mean, we’ve had our little squabbles about wet towels and dirty laundry on the bedroom floor. He’s way neater than I am; my house has never been so tidy. But other than the little stuff, it’s amazing. I taught him how to cook, he gave my number to a strange man, who happened to be Tom Hiddleston. Did I tell you that? Tom Hiddleston has my phone number, I have HIS! We’re learning so much about each other. We definitely needed this time.”

“Well, I’m happy for you. I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“I am happy. I’m not looking forward to next month though. He has to go back to London for re-shoots, so he’ll be gone for almost 2 weeks. You should come over some night while he’s gone and we’ll have a girls night in; pedicures, movies, carbs, it’ll be great!”

“I’d like that. I feel like I haven’t seen you much since he came.”

“It was January, you never see me in January. Between the play and the end of the semester, I don’t have time for anything not school related.”

“I know. I’m glad the play is done, and I’d love to have a girl’s night.”

“Yay!” Lucy clapped her hands in front of her face. “Now, what’s new with you?”

One week after the Bolognese dinner, Lucy came home to an empty house. There was a note from Henry on the counter telling her he’d gone to the grocery store, well actually he said market, but Lucy said grocery store, and that he would be bringing dinner home. Lucy sighed in relief, and went to change her clothes.

Once she was in her favorite leggings and Henry’s flannel shirt, she sat in her favorite chair to catch something on TV. When Henry arrived 30 minutes later that’s exactly where he found her. In her chair, with the TV on, sleeping.

He smiled at the sight of her in his flannel. After he set down his shopping bags and put the food he’d purchased away, he walked over to Lucy. She looked so serene sleeping, he hated to wake her, but he knew if he didn’t she wouldn’t sleep that night. He smiled as a thought came to him, and he lowered himself to kiss her awake, like Sleeping Beauty. Unlike Sleeping Beauty, Lucy startled awake, screamed, and punched him in the collar bone.

Henry jumped back, rubbing his chest where she’d hit him. Lucy’s hands covered her mouth in horror. “Oh, my god, Henry! I’m so sorry. You startled me! I must have really been out!”

Henry rubbed at the spot, not altogether convinced he wouldn't have a bruise, “It’s ok darling. I wasn’t thinking. That’s quite an arm you’ve got on you.” He laughed.

“Well, I used to take martial arts lessons in high school, they must have stuck around,” she said standing. “What time is it?”

“About 5:15. So you can’t have been out long.”

“Long enough.” Lucy yawned. What did you get for dinner?” she asked, sniffing.

“Just a pizza. Nothing we have to cook.” Henry replied.

“Good, I’m too tired for anything complicated.” She said, wrapping her arms around Henry to give him a quick kiss before wandering into the kitchen to get plates and silverware.

Once they were seated and eating, Henry asked, “Darling, can I ask you something, it might sound offensive, but I can’t figure a way to word it, that doesn’t come off offensive.”

Lucy gave him a skeptical look. “Ok…How about you ask, and I’ll try not to be offended. But no promises.”

“I don’t understand how you’re so tired every evening. It’s not as though your job is physically demanding.” Henry said, stumbling over his words.

Lucy stared at him for several long seconds, her brows drawn together.

“Is that a terribly offensive thing to say to a teacher?” Henry asked.

Lucy opened and closed her mouth several times before answering. “I’m going to go with ignorantly offensive. I know you weren’t trying to belittle me, or my career, but when you say something like that, that’s how it comes across. What is it that you think I do all day?”

“Lecture, provide lessons, lead discussions. Nothing really physical.”

“I suppose you’re right, it’s not a physical job, except the whole standing for 6 hours thing. I mean it’s not doing a fight scene over and over and over again, but it’s more mentally exhausting than physically exhausting. Those things you mentioned, that’s about ¼ of my job.”

“What else is entailed? I’m asking because I’m genuinely curious.”

“Well, while I’m presenting lessons, the kids don’t just sit there passively, so there’s classroom management, lesson planning, grading. Then there’s my duties as class advisor that give me migraines just thinking about them.” She said, and after a short pause she smiled. “Why don’t you come observe my class for a day? See what really goes on in a classroom. I saw how you work, it’s only fair you see how I work.”

“I think I’d like that.” he smiled.

“I’ll get the paperwork going tomorrow, and you should be able to come sometime next week.” Lucy grinned.

“I can’t wait.” Henry replied.

The following day, Lucy got approval from her principal to have Henry in the school for a day, then on the way back to her room she was struck by a bolt of inspiration, and made a detour to the elementary wing of the school. She knocked on a door to see a pretty, blonde woman, about 2 years older than herself, sorting papers into mailbox cubbies.

“Hola Señorita! What can I do for you this morning?”

“Hey Lindie. I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”

“Why don’t you ask me, then I’ll tell you.” The woman responded smiling.

“So my boyfriend, he doesn’t understand why I’m so tired everyday when I get home, so I’m going to bring him in to shadow me for a day. I have first hour prep, could I possibly bring him in here for the first hour of the day?”

“You want him to see Kindergarteners at the beginning of the day?”

“Yeah. And if you could do like an art project involving glitter or something that would be great. He doesn’t understand, and I want him to have the whole spectrum of experiences.”

“Definitely not the glitter, but I can for sure take him on for first hour.” Lindie said smiling evilly.

“Great! I’ll bring him down just after the bell rings, and come get him just before the end of first hour. He’ll be here for about 50 minutes. I’m thinking it will be next Thursday. Does that work?”

“I’m writing it in my calendar right now.”

The day arrived for Henry to shadow Lucy. They had to do some gymnastics to get them both ready to leave at the same time, but it happened. It was Lucy’s day to drive the carpool. Both Ryan and Mindy were surprised to find the new occupant in the the carpool. Ryan and Henry obviously had a relationship, but Mindy had yet to meet him. It took less than 5 minutes for Mindy to be completely enchanted by Henry.

“Henry, with that voice, you should do audiobooks.” Mindy commented.

“I’ve never been asked to do one, but I think it would be fun. I enjoy reading. I’ll have my manager look into it.”

The four chatted amiably during the drive to the school. When they arrived, Lucy got Henry signed-in and procured him a visitor’s badge, and introduced him to Erik, the principal, before bringing him to her classroom. She kept her door locked, so as to keep Henry’s presence a secret for as long as possible.

When the bell rang signalling the start of first hour, Lucy stood from her desk, “Well, we should be going.” She announced to Henry.

“Go where?” He asked.

“I have prep first hour. I didn’t think you’d want to watch me make copies and correct papers, so I arranged for you to spend first hour with my friend Lindie.” She brought him to a door decorated with brightly colored paper. She knocked twice and entered.

Henry first saw a blonde woman sitting on a small chair. He next noticed the 20 small children sitting in a circle in front of her. The woman’s face split into a large smile, “Señorita! Friends, this is Miss Claussen. She’s the Spanish teacher. Señorita, how do we say good morning in Spanish.”

“Buenos dias.” Lucy pronounced slowly for the group.

“Friends, can we all say buenos dias to Miss Claussen, and her friend?”

The group of children greeted them enthusiastically.

“Chicos and chicas, this is my friend Mr. Henry. Mr. Henry is from England. He’s here to visit today.” All of the children waved, and Lucy turned her attention to the teacher. “I’ll be back at about 9:25.” She turned to Henry, “Have fun.” And with those final words, she left.

Henry stood tentatively by the door, surveying the crowd of small children.

“Mr. Henry, why don’t you come and sit down and tell us about England.” The woman brought out a globe so Henry could show the kids where England was located in relation to MInnesota. Everything was going great, Henry thought, until he asked the question he regretted. “Does anyone have any questions?” Every child’s hand shot into the air. The questions ranged from, What do you do, to are there unicorns in England, to have you met the queen. Henry’s head spun trying to keep track of all the questions.

Lindie was impressed with his calm demeanor. He answered most of the students’ questions calmly, but with a bit of humor. Before he knew it, there was a knock on the door, and Lucy appeared. “I’m sorry chicos and chicas, but I have to take Mr. Henry now. Say adios.” All of the children made a sad groan as Henry stood. They all waved goodbye to him as he and Lucy exited the class.

Once they were in the hallway, Henry sighed. Lucy laughed. “Did you have fun?”

“Did you know a small child can ask approximately 100,000 questions per minute?”

“I did.” She laughed.

“She does that everyday?”

“All day. And this is her 13th year of teaching.” She informed him. He shivered in response. “That is why I teach high school.”

They made their way back to Lucy’s room and Lucy assigned Henry a spot for the day. When the bell rang, Lucy’s entire demeanor changed, his Lucy was replaced by Miss Claussen. This was not the silly woman he had grown to love over the last seven months. This was a professional.

The first few students who entered the room didn’t notice Henry, it wasn’t until one of the drama students entered, that Henry was acknowledged. Once he was noticed, he became the center of attention. Once the bell rang to start class, Lucy raised her voice to be heard above the din of the students. “You have 5 seconds to find your seat or you will be marked tardy. Cinco...cuatro...tres...dos...uno.” The students quickly found their seats and were all quiet by the time she reached uno. “That’s better. Now, who are we missing today?” Lucy asked, consulting her computer screen.

Henry wasn’t able to understand the words Lucy was speaking, but he understood the message by watching what the students did. They all pulled out their folders and took out papers. Lucy began speaking to the students, when a girl in the middle of the class raised her hand.

“Margarita, si?” Lucy asked, calling on the girl.

“Ummm, is that Henry Cavill sitting in the back?”

“Yes it is. Chicos and chicas, this is Mr. Cavill. Mr. Cavill is here to shadow me for the day. Just pretend he isn’t there.”

“Um, Ms. C? Have you seen him? He’s impossible to ignore.” Another girl commented, causing a laugh to ripple through the class.

“Well, Anita, you’ll just have to try.” she said smiling.

Henry watched Lucy’s next three classes. She was in her element. It was obvious to him that her students liked and respected her, and she somehow was funny and professional at the same time. During the second class he was watching, when she gave the students time to work, he stood to run to the loo. Lucy stopped him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just running to the loo darling.” He answered quietly.

“Nope, you don’t get to go, unless I get to go. So not for another 20 minutes.” She smiled and patted his cheek.

After Lucy’s third class in a row, it was finally time for lunch. Henry hadn’t done anything, but the constant contact with the students for the morning had left him exhausted.

“Is it time for a break yet?” Henry asked.

“Ordinarily, yes, but today it’s a prom planning meeting. So we’ll go get lunch, and then bring it back here.” Lucy led him to the teacher’s lounge, where she took a bag out of the refrigerator before turning him back around to return to her room.

After several minutes a group of 8 girls filed into the room carrying trays filled with some sort of food Henry couldn’t identify.

“Ok, ladies, let’s try not to make this meeting last all lunch period. Venue committee, what’s the news on linens?”

“Linens are included in the cost of renting the ballroom, which they’re giving us for free. But if we want chair covers, those would be $150. They look really nice, and I think we should get them.” A blonde girl commented.

Lucy closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. “I don’t think you need chair covers. This is a prom, not a wedding.”

“But they really make the room look nice, the girl argued.

Lucy sighed again, and rubbed her temples. “Ok, this isn’t my prom, I’m just here to sign paperwork and crush dreams. You guys have a budget. Now, if the committee wants to spend $150 on chair covers, I can’t stop you, but I’m telling you, I think it’s an unnecessary expense.”

The girls talked it over amongst themselves for several minutes, before Henry interjected.

“Ladies, if I may, I have been to several black tie events, where the men are all in tuxedos, and the ladies are wearing designer gowns, I don’t recall ever seeing a chair cover at any of these events.”

In the end the chair covers were voted down, and the rest of the committee chairs submitted their reports without much fuss, leaving Lucy and Henry alone in her room for the remaining 10 minutes of the lunch period.

Lucy kissed him hard. “Thank you! That one has been driving me to drink all year. She’s essentially a bridezilla, except for prom.”

Henry asked, and Lucy explained what a prom was, a formal dance with a dinner, and explained that as class advisor she had to oversee the planning and chaperone the event.

“It’s not so bad. It’s fun to get dressed up every now and again. I don’t mind it that much.

“Will I be chaperoning as well?” Henry asked conversationally.

“It’s May 2nd, so if you’re here, then yes, I will expect you to chaperone as well. But I wouldn’t expect you to fly back just for prom. Henry pondered her statement.

The last two classes of the day passed similarly to the morning classes. By the time the final bell rang, Henry was exhausted, and his bladder was about to burst. When he returned from the bathroom he asked Lucy, “Is this what you do everyday?”

“All day, everyday. Though the prom meetings are only once every two weeks, until closer to the event, then they’ll be weekly.” She explained, packing her bag to go home.

“I can see now why you’re so tired. The kids are exhausting. But you’re great with them.”

“I love teaching. I love most of my students. I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t teaching.” Lucy commented absently, as she surveyed the contents of her bag.

Henry’s head swam as he thought about why Lucy might not be teaching. Could he really pull her out of this world that she loved, and move her across the ocean?

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1hour ficlet batch 5 #1

When I got this prompt over on Discord me and @cath-sith had a whole conversation about it. She liked it to have both Sci-Fi and Steampunk elements to it. I hope I delivered.

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A Tryst from the Past

The crash of the shuttle was not Seung-Gil's fault. He will be damned if anybody said otherwise. It was not his choice to be sent on this mission together with two of the most cheerful, overenthusiastic, flirty people in the entire crew.

And it was most definitely not his fault that when they had been given the request from the captain to help him relax a bit they had taken it upon themselves to direct that over enthusiastic, flirty, cheerful, energy at him while he was trying to get them at the desired location.

It was also most definitely not his fault that he was given the genetic error of having sensitive ears, or that they thought that blowing into them while he was steering away from a piece of space debris.

He will most definitely add it in his final report of this mission that it was all their fault and he was not going to take any blame for it in any shape or size. Not even one itty bitty bit at all.

“Seung-Gil. Please stop pouting. We already apologized, we know we should not have taken it that far. But sitting at the remains of our shuttle tapping out an angry report is not going to help us get off this planet any faster.” Phichit calls out to him in his tone of voice he usually uses when he knows he did something of great fault.

Seung-Gil glares at him. “I am not pouting. And regulations state that when marooned on an unknown planet one must keep a detailed as possible report.”

“Yes but can you not wait with writing it till after we found a place to camp? We aren't sure about any possible dangers of this planet and our shuttle is no protection as it is.” Chris looks a bit annoyed. Well bad luck for him, Seung-Gil outranks him and that means the older man can't make him do anything he doesn't want to do.

“Just the more reason to write this report right now. We might very well be dead by whatever lurks on this planet and then there will be no report for anyone coming to look for us to deal with.”

Seung-Gil turns away from them and starts typing again. Would it be considered cruel if he would put in recommendations for corporal punishment in his advice? He knows that those punishments are never given anyway, but it would be a clear sign of just how his mood was soured by their actions.

In the end he simply writes them down for a serious reprimand about personal boundaries during missions and hopes that recommendation is followed up by the captain.

Poorly Captain Katsuki has become far less of a strict man since he and Tactical Officer Nikiforov signed the deed to their union. Neither had even listened to his advice to not go through with it as it would make them less proficient in their jobs.

This crash was the complete proof of that. Before they bonded the captain would never have given his science officers the advice to help Seung-Gil relax. He had always been the first to accept that Seung-Gil was not really the approachable person to deal with. Even if in all technicality he was second in command on their ship.

Seung-Gil sighs, puts the report back in his carry on bag, and finally leaves the remains of the shuttle.

He eyes his two fellow strandies wondering what they were talking about as they were all hunched together. It's that he knows Christophe is in quite the serious relationship or he would think the two were maybe more than good colleagues.

“Well I'm done and it seems we still have more than enough sunlight to go with. So if either of you have any idea which way should maybe be the wisest I'm all for being given advice.”

Christophe and Phichit turn towards him and reveal the sensor tablet they are holding between them. Hopefully some of the emergency readings he had ordered them to take just before they crashed was of any use.

“Well,” a quick look between them “it seems there is some kind of constructions a bit to the North of our current location.” Christophe gives a soft smile. “It only seems to be an hour or so away from our location. So it might be a good option.” Seung-Gil nods and signals for them to lead the way.

In the end it took them nearly three hours and well past sundown to finally arrive at the building that had given them a sign. None of them are very pleased with what they see.

“Wow, I don't know how long ago this place was deserted but it was apparently long enough for this plants to reclaim that front entrance.” Phichit sighs.

Christophe simply whistles, when it becomes clear that the only way into the building is by climbing the largest plant, breaking out one of the windows and forcing a whole big enough for them to force themselves inside.

Inside there is more proof that the building had once been a place of large groups to come together as they see overturned benches, and tangled inside a large bush the remains of what appears to be a front desk.

“This place looks a lot like one of my old universities. If I didn't know better I would almost think this was a human dwelling.” Christophe mumbles after seeing the desk. “Do you think we stumbled on a currently unknown human settlement from the early years of space dwellings?”

Seung-Gil shakes his head. “That would be impossible. The last first human dwellings after the original planet was deemed uninhabitable was discovered just two years ago. I mean that was our original destination.”

Both Science officers nod. Sure their original destination had been a very old first human settlement on the planet once called Mars. Neither of them had ever even thought about a possible second settlement in the same solar system. It was just a very human look to everything.

“Maybe we ended up so far out of course we somehow ended up at the right place?” Phichit sounds a bit hopeful. Something Seung-Gil can't really blame him, if that's the case it would mean they would have a far better chance of being found.

They turn on their lights and decide to explore the building, maybe they end up lucky and find a room that is safe enough to spend the night. This results in them finding a series of switches in a room behind the desk. Chris being Chris, decides to see if he can pull one of the levers. The sudden noise makes all three of them look around.

To their shock at several places lights start to light up. This does mean that Phichit and Chris being the science officers that they are just have to investigate it intensely. It takes them less than an hour to figure out what happened.

“Hoe ingenous. The entire system is based on pressure vaults that work on steam.” Chris whistles. “I can't believe they actually managed to have an entire building run on that.”

Seung-Gil gives a cold look at the places that are still clouded in darkness.

“Oh, come on. With all the plant growth it's more remarkable that some parts are still working than that there are spots that don't.” Phichit can't help but smile brightly. “This is fantastic. I hope we can find the building plans someplace, I would love to give them a thorough look over.”

After that they decide to go up one of the stairs and check out one of the rooms that is completely light up. It also seems to have one of the most sturdy doors around. One Seung-Gil closes behind them once they entered.

The stone floor is designed with all kinds of patterns before somebody thought it was smart to place some clear layer over it. The clear layer looks like plastic but when Chris picks a piece up it causes a cut in his finger.

“That is not a very safe thing to use. What ever were they thinking?” He uses the med tool to fix the cut and decides to take the pice with them to see what it is. “Let's see what my lab can make of it once we are back.”

“Guys look at this. There's a piece of wall in this display case. But it looks more like somebody just scribbled on it. Why would they keep such a thing?” The call from Phichit comes from all the way at the other side of the room.

Chris and Seung-Gil quickly walk over. Once they stand beside Phichit they have to admit that it doesn't seem like a very interesting piece of information to keep. Chris is the first to realize that there is a sign at the bottom of the case that seems to hold an explanation of what's written on the wall. He takes out the Sensor tablet and scans the sign.

“Let's see what this says.” He hums while the tablet hums. “If we are lucky and this is an old settlement the language would have to be stored in our database.”

The Sensor tablet beeps twice to let them know it managed to find a translation. Phichit pulls the tablet from Chris's hands to be the first to take a look, he hands it back after reading it. A very distinctive paleness to his nose. Chris looks over the info and hands it to Seung-Gil without a word.

“Two friends were here. While they were, they had bad service in every way from a guy named Epaphroditus. They threw him out and spent 105 and half sestertii most agreeably on whores.“

Seung-Gil wonders why anybody could pale because of that, especially as it would be something either one of them would have done. That is when his eyes falls on the bit of extra info provided.

“This was a text found on a piece wall in an old Roman City, it was stored in the museum of Roman arts in Rome, Italy, Earth. The piece is considered lost as it was not taken with the settlers when the planet was abandoned.”

Seung-Gil looks from the tablet to the piece of wall in front of them. Then he looks at the other two.

“We're not in an old settlement. We actually found Earth.” Chris whispers in shock. “I always thought that planet was a myth, something the old ones tell children to make us believe we once had a real home.” He looks around. “We found Earth.”

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askguyslikeus · 7 years

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oh shit yall send lots of questions hoo nelly answering almost all of them under the cut ,,, im gunan try and answer more technical ones first then fun ones and ones about the mod later so u dont gotta scroll all the way to the bottom for the good deets

Hi! I'm still kinda new to the blog and I was wondering what are the 'do and do-not' kind question I should do? Because im sure theres always that one ask thats just Innapropiated, like that one of Michael 'taking advantage og high Jeremy' that was just not cool. i got this ask a lot so ill be clear with yall. im just not a big angst fan? so sending michael asks about his anxiety nonstop and about how he had a panic attack in the bathroom over and over again wasnt that fun. usually if it pertains the musical though you should be find sending an ask about it? but sometimes i get asks that are like “jeremy ur nothing and how does it feel knowing u fucked everything up” like homie how i think its feels? how u think hes gunna react to that? i made this blog to negate a lot of negativity in my own life so i can promise u im going to be answering asks mostly positive always forever. that being said tho i sometimes get asks pertaining to a few things that ive dealt with in the past and these topics make me very very uncomfortable. dont send asks about these topics please. this is the no no list

-self harm, cancer, suicide, rape, parent death, car accidents, sudden death.

What was your inspiration for this blog? hoo boy well,,, ultimately i thought of them rooming together and got emotional and made a huge list of headcanons and was like ,,, why not run an askblog for a bit ill just abandon it after three asks lets have some fun. but somehow im still here and i got sucked in by the complexity of michael and jeremy. i know that sounds kinda silly but just, as someone who is dealing with a lot of similar things, like dependency issues and abandonment issues and depression and anxiety, having these fun functioning character to explore was such a gift for me. i believe honestly thats why im still here and doing this. being able to try and portray a healthy relationship and a healthy way of coping and growing has helped me a lot this past month and given me an outlet i didnt have before. TBH THO the main reason i made this blog if imma be real with u guys id because i didnt like the treatment of a lot of these issues in the fandom. it made me very upset to see depression used as an plot device and michaels dependency issues treated as romantic so i wanted to make a blog that had little to no angst. ANYWAYS somehow im still here ,,, gvrkjvrnkjfd sorry i rambled

honestly I just wanna say first that I love his blog and your art and you're so cool and kind!! a question would be (I'm not sure if you've answered this before or not) but is there like an on going story here, or is it mostly just answering questions with the characters set in this universe? (if that makes sense I'm sorry!) thank you, you're super awesome! ❤️ djrnjg first off thank u so much aaaa,, ive kind of answered this before but its ok its been a while since then! but um i do kinda have a story but how howdy i sure am dragging my feet. the story isn a hUGE OVERARCHING EPIC OF WOE AND THIS PERSON IS UPSET AND THIS PERSON IS MAD AT THIS PERSON its just michael and jeremy getting together. i have a plan and ive talked to a few people on how i want it to happen but ive gained like ,,,, 6,000 followers since then and im kinda nervous BUT ILL DO MY BEST but also please understand that i do this for fun for myself and if i dont get to it im so so so sorry woops

i know this has been said before but i'm really really happy w how you're handling so many aspects of their characters. i.e. michael being trans, michael and jeremy's anxiety, michael's dependency issues, and other stuff i'm too tired to think of. you made the characters have even more depth than they did in the play and i'm rly grateful for the way you're dealing w my favorite boys. (also your richjake is suuuper adorable) ahhhhhh thank u so much? i talked a bit about this on my main but im really glad people are happy with my decision on this blog because im suPER SUPER NERvous anytime i post an ask dealing with these things. (ask hachi or nate i always message them like freaking out and send them my scripts and asks and wait for them to tell me its ok before i post it omg) also like i talked about before i love,,, having these fun stoner gamer boys to explore these issues with. im honestly shocked by how many people also deal with dependency issues because when i first listened to the musical i was so overwhlemed by the song michael int he bathroom because i had never heard someone basically write “dependency issue: the song” and it felt so so so good to realize i wasnt alone in this pit of despair i fall into so easily aha. but im!! glad everyone is ok with this wild ride im on right now (also thank u so much i struggle writing rich and jake but i get so emotional cause they would TOTES call each other babe)

how come you just use sketch form for most of your drawing (sketches and uses sketch for the final result)? im ,,, not really sure what this is asking but i thnk its along the lines of why do i only sketch my answers?? and i do that because dude do u see how often i post and how lONG some of them are. i made this blog for fun and i love doing comics but i hate lineart and coloring and if i tried to churn out finished pics for every post id defs have given up a few asks in,, shrugs

I want to say I love your little comics they're so funny! How long does it take you to make a comic? Are any of them based on your experiences? Ok have a nice day! thank you! i love my little comics too! it usually takes me anywhere from an hour to five hours if im dragging my ass or talking on discord while im drawing. it can be kinda exhausting but since i took my break ive also been like, starting long comics one day and finishing them another day which, before i would do it all in one sitting then post it hahha. AS FOR EXPERIENCE the first half of the lifeguard comic was based on real life! we were stuck stoned up there for like an hour or two? but we didnt have anyone to help us but we got down eventually!! the wendys comic is also something i did because man!! i need to compliment food workers if they do a good job!! ummmmm just like jenna i also have a friend that said HAHA BYE and moved to cali and she is also lIVING IT UP and doing really well for herself and shes very independent and shes very inspiring to me! hmm i think thats it besides i used to have movie nights with my dad all the time too except we would watch my fave animated movies and sometimes lord of the rings cause my dad loved that

What kinds of things can we NOT ask ? What kinds of things do you WANT us to ask ? i covered the what not to ask in the first question so!!! um if my askbox is open and u want to respond to previous asks ive answered for the boys that would be so so so rad. sometimes im done with a certain ask and i have nothing to add but sometimes ive got more to say but am looking for an opportunity! that being said it made me really happy that i got a lot of asks about pj? shes not going to the main focus of any more asks but!!! i was nervous to introduce her and im glad u guys like her shes fun to write. but overall just general asks i can make a big ol fun story out of so!! dont worry too much about what to ask, if its something ud ask a real person and not like “lol what if ur dad died” ur gunna be fine probably

Hi! Not a question but your blog is so sweet and refreshing! I actually really appreciate that you refuse angst, that stuff tends to rub me the wrong way in fandoms... Keep taking good care of these boys ! gggg thank u!!! it means a lot to me that a lot of people are backing me up on this! i mean if u are an angst fan there are a lot of askblogs that explore that!! so its not in short supply bmc askblog fandoms got something for everyone

Which drawing program do you use?? i use paint tool sai and my tablet is a cintiq !!

this isn't really related to the faq but that bakunawa boy reference was great I LOVE THAT FIC MAN!!! the line was originally a little diff in that ask but i changed it cause ,,,, i could,,,,

an art style question. how do you keep the design of characters consistent from frame to frame? my characters they look a lil different every time I draw em (or a lot different) and it tends to disrupt the flow of my comics/animations ohh boy hoo wee props for doing animations im too scared to give that a whirl but!! it helps that i draw all the panels for an ask on one canvas! so if my next panel is going to be the same character in the same spot just in a diff pose i keep the lower layer on just at low opacity so i can use it as a ref! that helps me a lot!

Sorry if I'm nosy or rude, but are you reflecting Micheal Anxiety, Panic attacks and depence? iii think this is asking if i reflect my own issues onto them boys? and if so then yes i do. i dont place any of my own personality or anything on the boys but i do use them as a way to help me learn how to cope with my own shit and i try to deal with their issues in the healthiest way possible while also keeping in mind they are flawed individuals aaa

what are your pronouns??? and maybe your main blog?? im a cis girl so she/her is good! and my main is squigglegigs! also that being said IF YOU SEE THE USERNAME SQUIGGLEGIGS ANYWHERE JUST?? ASSUME ITS ME?? i have a twitter and an instagram and my tumblr account

((Hello mod will Michael and Jeremy eventually someday get together. I love them.)) if all goes according to plan yes! if i get overwhelmed and stop having fun on this blog then no! sorry thems the breaks but! i do want them to get together so HOPEFULLY

going off on that confrience on pornogrefy for birds, Im geussing jeremy has played Hatoful Boyfriend. am I wrong? well it wasnt intended as that ref and i dont know anything about hatoful boyfriend but i can see jerm finding it and playing it so, sure homie! the pornography for birds thing is a my brother my brother and me reference! i love that show and them boys so give it a scope!

I'm crying bcuz Michael said he's in love with Jeremy and it's beautiful yeah that boy is DEEP IN love with his bro bro

Any advice for running an ask blog?? (Ps i love this blog keep it up) personally whats worked for me so far is doing just sketches for art. honestly ive been able to work so much more and post so much more often while also trying to work on my expressions and poses! also taking my own experiences and shaping them to fit the characters has been SO MUCH FUN. th most important thing tho is,,, dont overwork urself dude. if ur having a fun time it shows. if ur just forcing urself to churn out material and its not fun? like shit we doing this for free dont push urself? idk idk overall being looser with my art and writing the dialogue before hand has been the most helpful for me for this askblog! ive run a bunch before including @ask-maz and ive run that sporadically for ,, three or four years? its so funny cause u can see my art style juMP AROUND SO MUCH but i love that blog and i only update it like every other month or so but?? i still like doing it and no on likes those posts but it makes me smile so ANYWAYS

~ok from here on its mostly just me replying to nice messages or people asking me personal questions that dont pertain to askguyslikeus so!!~

I just wanted to say I really really love your blog and just your art in general!! Keep up the good work and hope you're having fun! thank u!!! i am having fun and im glad u enjoy it!!

What other musicals do you like? :0 i really like heathers A LOT. i also like doctor horrible i know thats not technically a musical but i just relistened to it and im emotional. i like dear evan hansen but it makes me really sad so i can only take it in moderation! ummm rent? chicago?? music man? now im just naming musicals i was in rip. being in a musical fandom is a new thing to me? i was really into heathers last year but didnt really interract with the fandom at SO THIS IS SUPER NEW?? ive never been into a musical as much as im into bmc and heathers tho

tell us a little bit about urself!! u seem v cool i am squigs or fork!! im 24 and work fulltime as a barista at starbucks! i get high on the beach with my friend gwen a lot and drink wayy to many slushies, my tv shows are brooklyn nine nine and bobs burgers right now! i table at conventions sometimes and sell my art as merch and whatnot and i cosplay as a hobby as well. im pretty boring but i draw a lot and always carry my big sketchbook with me and im pretty sure its given me back issues BUT OH WELL HAHA also i am very not cool THE TRUTH COMES OUT

Who do you most relate to from bmc and why? like ,,, a mix of michael and christine with a sprinkle of jeremy i guess ahaha i relate to michaels dependency issues and overarching positive attitude and love of music, i relate to christines bright disposition and the need to not stick to one set thing? like she loves theater cause she can be sO MANY PEOPLE and like same homie thats why i cosplay. and jeremys need to be likes while also ability to put himself out there is very relatable. i also identify strongly with his dad issues idk idk whats good

Also -- just thank you for how you handled all the panic attack and anxiety attack asks. I used to deal with anxiety attacks multiple times a day and it just was really nice that it was positive and not them having one. Thank you, sincerely. ahhhhhh ur so welcome i,,, have anxiety and it sucks and i deal with panic attacks like everyday at work so i dont really wanna come home and draw someone having one i guess? im glad its helping other people too tho!

Dude- I love your art? Actually so much? It's... I love it. The whole sketch-ish way your art style is, and the way you color, and the expressions! I'm so glad I found your work - you've given me so much inspiration. Keep doin what you're doin and I hope you have a good day! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANytime any one compliments my expressions i die cause i legit made this blog to help with that as well ,,, like dam

im lvoe ur art style b o i :0 !!!!!!

Mod, I love you so much I love you you have my soul and my love and my eternal gratitude thank you and I love you (This is the guy who was excited about PJ on your ig live stream a while ago and I love you) !!!!!!!!! im so happy u like my content omg and that u like pj im so glad!! shes a good bean

I just wanna say... I'm crying over that post about Michael and his anxiety? cuz I know how it can feel that you're only your flaws and weaknesses, but Michael just tells that to screw off in the most wonderful way and I'm?? thank you so much for that post, I bookmarked it for future times when I can't look past my depression... honestly, that post made my day (along with every other post on this blog), thank you for being such a lovely part of this fandom ,,,, im,,,, im scared of a lot of this fandom tbh but if i can be something good that come out of it and my love of these boys and desire to show them functioning together in a healthy way can help other people its so much more than i ever thought id ever be able to do. i am blown away everyday by the support ive been given on this blog and i might be crying right now because i never thought id be able to touch other people like this and i just. im really glad yall are here with me for all this.

(To the mod: You are a beautiful person that I highly respect. I love this blog and what you set out to do. thanks for giving something that makes me smile and gives me something to look forward to everyday, keep up the good work! ❤ ) hey im still crying from the previous ask aaaaa im honestly so emotional

what are ur true feelings for wendy's??? i fucking love wendys man thats some top tier fast food right there

what fast food restaurant do you think has the best nuggets WENDYS HANDS DOWN

do you have a favorite movie? paranorman makes me very nostalgic and ive seen it like eighty times and used to watch it with my dad a lot and i love it

I would just like you to know that your Wendy's comic prompted me to pull the same thing with a bakery in the town I'm visiting and the baker got so excited and happy, so thank you for making that comic because I made that woman's day. GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE COMPLIMENT ME WHEN IM WORKING DUDE LIKE IM SO GLAD IT MADE U DO THIS!!! IM SMILING REALLY BIG!!

chocolate milk or strawberry milk? or plain? woops i hate milk im so sorry

do u love michael mell with all of ur heart, mod? i really truly do man what a fucking good ass character

hi squigs i love you! i love your content too and i hope u have a good day pal :> WHAT A SWEET BEAN!!! THANK YOU?? OMG

I'm just saying that recent ask you did with Michael really hit me hard because I really related to it and I started crying because it made me realize that I've been pining my self worth on everything my anxiety causes and I'm so much more than that. Thank you, so much for that I really needed it because I'm in a really bad place right now. <3 -for the mod i legit cry everytime i get asks or dms like this cause once again the idea that im helping other people is so ovwehelming i love you??? i let myself just be”depressed” for ahwile and by that i mean i just,, let my sadness consume me and i was scared of getting better cause the sadness was all i knew for so long and just. its so easy to think u are ur illness but you are so much more. soooo much more man.

I relate A Lot to Michael so the way you portray him in the blog is really good, and I think it's really awesome you refuse to like?? do terrible stuff and answer bad questions just bc people wanna see that. You run this blog really well 👌 AHHHH THis is the biggest compliment thank u so much ,,, i get real anxious bout this blog soemtiems but then yall send me sweet things like this and its worth it man

Hey mod, just know you're a really cool person. Thanks for running this blog in the first place. Keep doing the great work. thank you!!!! for ur support!!!!

not really a question!! i just wanted to say your posts on this blog always brighten my day and you're really an incredible artist and person, keep rockin on my dude!! *clutching my heart* the fuck this is so sweet

1 .I just wanted to say your blog is really awesome! It's very lovely. I also like how you made michael trans and like handled it? (just with how all the characters treat him and stuff its v nice). Your art is super duper! Thanks for running this awesome blog! 2. Hey! This isn't a question but I wanted to say that I appreciate michael being trans!! As a trans boy it's just rly awesome to see something like that casually thrown into an ask blog without making it a huge weird deal :D immm,,, i kinda really love the idea of michael being trans cause a lot of my trans male friends are actually pretty confident in their skin and michael is a very confident character? and u rarely see that with trans representation and its so refreshing to see it portrayed well. im trying to do that here but again if! i do anything wrong let me know!

how did you first get into art? (also i really love your blog, it's amazing!) ive been drawing as long as i remember! ive got mad adhd and wasnt diagnosed until late in ym life so i would just draw nonstop in my classes ahaha i used to read the sunday comics a lot and they really inspired me to try and make comics of my own too!! (and omg thank u)

someone also asked me if i went to church or was religious but tumblr ate the ask but i used to go to church a lot as a kid but im currently not religious at all aaa

ok holy shit that was a lot but thanks again to everyone i legit cry a lot about how supportive u all are thank u so much aaaa

#modpost #holy fuck that was so much

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lightshadowverisimilitude · 7 years

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A New Beginning 1/?

A magic creatures AU - About 3k, watch for the cut!

Late growth spurt, the doctor had said without looking up from his tablet. Steve had been sitting on the exam table, paper bunched up under his thighs, four inches of ankle sticking out of his pants. At 22, he’d expected to be five-foot-nothing, one-hundred-nothing pounds for the rest of his life. When he’d started noticing that his pants seemed short, he’d blamed Bucky for ruining a load of laundry – it wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Late growth spurt,” Steve muttered under his breath as he tried on a new pair of pants. It was the fourth pair of jeans he’d had to buy in the last three months, and he was getting tired of spending his wages on clothing. He hadn’t had to regularly buy new clothing since middle school, and until this late growth spurt, he’d had the same pair of comfortable (slightly careworn) jeans since the first day of ninth grade.

“Steve! C’mon. How long does it take to button a pair of jeans?”

“I’m sure you hold the record, Buck,” Steve called back. He tugged on the waistband of the pants, picked up his knees, and then folded forward to grab his toes. “I think these are too small,” he said, nudging the door open with his hip.

Bucky was sprawled in the folding chair set against the wall, his legs taking up most of the narrow walkway between the changing rooms. One of his hands dangled between his legs, and the other was propped up on his thigh with his phone angled up, thumb flicking over the screen. He looked like an edgy magazine ad with his hair pulled up in a messy bun, his thin button-up shirt rucked up to show a peak of a tattoo on his hip. The woman at the counter kept tossing him speculative looks.

“Really?” Steve asked with his lips pursed, hands automatically landing on his hips.

Bucky smirked and ran his tongue over his lower lip as he straightened up. He gave Steve a speculative look. “Are you doing squats in your sleep or something?”

Steve threw his hands in the air. “Yes, Bucky. I am getting up in the middle of the night and sleep-squating. That’s a perfect explanation.”

“Hey, don’t bite my head off, I’m not the one who’s grown eight inches and put on thirty pounds in the last three months.” He stood up and gave Steve a thorough once-over. “You’re either going to have start working out, or stop biking to work. You’re getting all…” He made a vague gesture with his hands. “Pear-shaped.”

“Thanks,” Steve said.

Bucky lifted his hands. “Just making an observation.” He twirled one finger. “Turn around.”

Steve obligingly turned a quick circle. “They’re too tight.”

“I don’t know, they make your ass look a little amazing. Just an observation,” he hurried to add.

“I don’t need a pair of jeans that make my ass look good, Bucky,” Steve huffed. “I need a pair of jeans that I’m not going to grow out of in two weeks!” He shoved the changing room door open and sucked in a breath to get the jeans unbuttoned. “I think I’m just going to buy something that I have to roll up at the hem.”

“Please don’t do that,” Bucky pleaded. “Please, Steve, you’re twenty-two, not seven.”

“I can’t keep buying pants every two weeks, Bucky.” He struggled out of the jeans, listening to Bucky migrate from the changing room to talk to the lady at the counter. He ignored the murmur of conversation and pulled out the longest pair of jeans in the pile and tugged them on quickly. They were loose on the hips, and about five inches too long, but hopefully they would last him more than a couple weeks.

He struggled back into his own too-tight, too-short pants and scooped the rest up. Bucky was leaning against the counter on both elbows, looking up at the slender girl folding shirts across from him. She blushed prettily and ducked her head down, smiling at whatever story Bucky was spinning for her as she tucked a long lock of silky black hair behind her ear. When she noticed Steve, she jumped slightly, her tails flaring up behind her. Steve blinked – he’d mistaken the silver and white tails for being part of her skirt.

“Sorry,” she said, brushing her hands down her hips. Her tails fell back down, and she took a moment to adjust them. Nine, he realized, as the fur calmed down and they once again blended into her skirt.

“Kitsune?” Bucky guessed, giving her an even brighter smile.

She flashed a glare at him.

“Jiuweihu,” Steve corrected for him, setting the stack of discards on the counter and offering a smile. She smiled again, giving Bucky a sideways glance as she pulled the stack of denim toward her. “I’ll just be keeping this one,” he explained, holding up the folded pair of dark jeans.

“Have a nice day,” she said sweetly, her hair briefly lifting up as her ears twitched beneath.

“Thank you,” Steve replied, snagging Bucky by one arm and dragging him away before he could say anything else.

“How did you know she was a Jiuweihu and not a Kitsune? They’re the same thing!” Bucky hissed as they turned the corner through the racks of clothing and into the wide aisle.

Steve shrugged and nudged Bucky toward a cashier, bypassing an end cap display of cologne and pheromone sprays. If Bucky tried to spray him with ‘Sex Demon’ one more time, Steve would plant a fist in his gut. “Her tails fall at her hips like a skirt. A kitsune’s all bunch around at the back like a bustle.”

“I don’t know what’s more disturbing,” Bucky mused, “That you know what a bustle is, or that I know what a bustle is.”

Steve snorted. “You’re the one who dragged me into that theater group, remember? Chasing after Leda?”

Bucky sighed wistfully. “Leda the lovely Spartoi. She would have murdered me, but gods, she was hot. Art history major, and the only reason I passed math that semester.”

“I remember,” Steve assured him.

While they waited in line, Bucky leafed through a magazine and Steve did his best not to fidget. His joints had started to ache constantly since the growth spurt had started, and standing still just made them burn. He took a few deep breaths and tried to settle his weight so he wasn’t putting as much pressure on his knees.

Bucky elbowed him gently. “You okay?”

“I’m not the scrawny kid who gets sick at every stray breeze, Bucky,” Steve snapped. When Bucky just raised an eyebrow, Steve let his breath out. He shuffled forward a few steps as the sylph in front of him moved to the checkout. “I’m sorry. I’ve been on edge today.”

“Need some Tylenol?” Bucky asked without responding to Steve’s partial lie.

Steve had no doubt that Bucky was still carrying a packet of painkillers. When they were younger, Bucky’s backpack had been stuffed with a first aid kit that was specialized to Steve. Even though he’d stopped carrying around a backpack, he still had bandages and paper packets of pills squeezed into his too-tight pockets.

“I’m fine, just…” Steve rolled his eyes. “Growing pains.”

Bucky snickered at him and Steve twisted to punch him in the shoulder.

“Keep laughing,” Steve said, “But I’m going to be taller than you at this rate.”

Bucky blinked at him, mouth going soft as his eyes ran up Steve’s frame. Bucky was a solid 6’0” but Steve wasn’t far from catching up. Considering how painful the first eight inches had been, he was hoping that he didn’t have another four to go. Although being able to say because I’m taller’n you, that’s why even once would almost be worth it.

The sylph gathered up her bags in her wispy arms and drifted away, the air stirring around the vague notion of her feet as she moved. Steve stepped up to the cashier, leaving Bucky to gape at his back.

~*~

Everything was hazy, battling between too hot and too cold. Steve struggled to swallow, but his throat was tight, and dry, and his tongue felt swollen. His feet were cold, but his chest and neck were on fire. His bones felt like they were being squeezed, brittle and ready to snap, and no position was comfortable. He twisted in the bed and gasped, his right hip protesting loudly to the weight, aftershocks rippling down to his knees and up his spine.

A cool hand slid down his face and there was a scent, something warm and spicy and inviting. He turned toward that scent, inviting the cool hand to migrate to his neck, fingers in his hair. The touch soothed the ache in his bones, but just made his throat tighter. He reached out for the body settling next to him on the bed, ignoring the noises the body made. Something was off, and he was thinking… he was thinking too slowly, but all he wanted was the cool skin and spicywarminviting scent next to him.

Steve reached up, slinging a hand around the body’s neck, pulling it down. The room was dark, but Steve could see, could feel, a pair of liquid brown eyes locking into his. A wash of soothing cold slid down his spine, pooling low in his gut, bringing sweet relief to his aching hips and knees. The body released a shuddery breath, and Steve breathed it in, moist air tinted with peppermint and the faintest trace of cloves. He pulled and the body moved down beside him, stretching out so its skin was against Steve’s, everywhere except across the hips where cloth was keeping Steve from what he needed. He reached down to pull it away and the body moved to let him, lifting away from the bed so Steve could draw the fabric away.

“Steve…”

Steve set his lips to the body’s chest, smooth and gently rounded with muscle, the tiny peak of a nipple, a spattering of hair. The smell was stronger against the skin, rich and heady enough to make his head swim. He sank his teeth into the muscle.

“Steve…s-st…”

His hand skated down the body’s ribs, over a hip, thumb dipping down into the hollow. His thumb brushed through a wiry thatch of hair. He let the back of his knuckles draw over a thigh, tangled briefly in the cloth, and pushed it further away.

“Stop. Ple-ease.”

Steve frowned and pulled away. The body was a dark shadow against the darkness of his room, familiar lines. The voice was familiar.

The body arched against him, making a pleading, whining sound, but repeated, “Stop. Steve.”

Reality crashed against him and he threw himself out of the bed, suddenly iced over. He fell to the floor and fetched up against the wall. “Bucky?”

Bucky didn’t answer. He stayed on the bed, breathing hard, moving in small jerks and hitches. Steve pressed himself into the corner, shuddering hard and feeling nauseous. The room was somehow alive with sparks, Bucky’s scent thick and still tugging at him. If he moved away from the wall, he was going to put his hands back on Bucky’s body, and Bucky had told him stop, and what the hell was Steve doing?

“Bucky, please say something.”

“What the fuck, Steve?” Bucky breathed after a terrifying long pause. He swallowed hard, the sound loud in the stillness of the room. “What… Jesus, I thought you were having a fuckin’ nightmare. Am I even awake?” The last he directed to himself, and Steve saw the silhouette of Bucky’s arms lifting above him like he was trying to look at his hands.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered against the wall. The adrenaline had worn off and he was hot all over, his joints throbbing, his throat aching. “I’m sorry, I don’t know… I don’t know what…”

Bucky shifted around on the bed, drawing his boxers back and then pushing himself into a seated position. Steve wished he would stand up – having him on the bed, it was doing strange things to him. His fingers itched to touch, and he could… he could feel his fingerprints throbbing. He shivered and ducked his head down to hide in his forearms.

“Steve… that felt like being Seduced. Like… an incubus.”

Among all the hazy horror, Steve managed to snarl, “How do you know what Seduction feels like?”

“Wow, territorial much?” Bucky asked, his voice calmed down to something normal, amused even. “You jealous of my one-night with a succubus?”

Steve felt a deep vibration in his chest and it took several seconds to realize that he was growling. The realization made him stop. He put a hand up to his throat. “This can’t be happening.”

“Well… your dad was… wasn’t he?”

The ice in his stomach turned to steam and filled up his chest. “I passed puberty without manifesting!” Steve snapped. He pressed a hand to his chest and closed his eyes hard, trying to block out the outline of his best friend’s body – God, he’d thought of Bucky as ‘a body’ – and the clawing want urging him to get up. His throat was tight and if he could just touch, just for a minute…

“Okay, so you’re a late bloomer. Not like we didn’t already know that. We’ll make an appointment with the clinic tomorrow and get you figured out. Alright?” Bucky’s voice sounded cautious, and he paused for a long minute before asking, “Are you… alright?”

No, Steve thought desperately. He was not alright – he hurt and his throat was going to tear open if he swallowed too hard. It wasn’t like he’d never been in pain before, had never been sick before, had never told Bucky that he was fine when he wasn’t. He opened his mouth to tell Bucky that he was fine, but what he said was, “No.”

“Okay,” Bucky said slowly. “What do you… do you need me to…?”

“No,” Steve hissed, remembering that mindlessly taking, thinking of Bucky as only a body. “No. I just need some water. Maybe a bath.”

Bucky spun out of the bed. “Water, right. Incubi like water. Cold,” he said to himself, voice floating back from the hallway, obviously on a mission.

Steve felt a wave of nausea sweep over him at the word – incubi, gods – and he buried his face against his arms to count his breaths while Bucky clattered around in the kitchen. He’d never known his father, and had been not-so-secretly pleased to take after his human mother. Manifesting had always been his worst nightmare, and he’d thought he’d escaped it when he made it out of puberty still human.

The clatter of Bucky’s footsteps made Steve tense automatically. His scent filled the room again, warm and alive, and it made Steve’s throat burn with want. The glass made a solid thump when Bucky sat it down beside him. Steve shuffled further back into his corner, clutching at his biceps to stop himself from reaching for his friend.

“Stevie, hey… don’t be like that. This is great, right? You’re gonna be the best wingman now.”

“Not the time, Bucky,” Steve growled.

“Right,” Bucky agreed. He nudged the glass closer to Steve. “There’s ice in it,” he said invitingly.

Steve swallowed reflexively and craned his neck to look under his arm at the glass, dripping onto the wooden floor. He uncurled enough to grab the glass and took an exploratory sip. Before he knew it, the glass was empty and he was sucking greedily on the ice. There was another thump, and Steve glanced down to see that Bucky had brought him a new glass of ice water. He exchanged the empty glass for the fresh one, faintly aware of Bucky standing, the last few chips of ice in the glass rattling around.

When he came back, he had a plastic pitcher in hand. Steve mutely held the empty glass out, and Bucky refilled it. They repeated the process three more times until Steve felt water-logged and pleasantly cool all the way through. He felt his back unknot and relaxed slowly against the wall, finally feeling more settled.

“You want me to run a bath for you?” Bucky asked, setting the pitcher down next to him.

Steve shook his head. “No, I can do it. Don’t!” he hissed when Bucky reached for his shoulder.

Bucky flinched and pulled back sharply. “Right. Sorry.” He drew in a deep breath and then let it go, shuffling his weight around on the floor. He had to be cold in just his boxers, but he stayed where he was for several tense moments longer. “I’ll get up in the morning and schedule an appointment with the clinic.”

The Creature Clinic, Steve thought snidely. It was officially The Clinic for the Faeborn, but he remembered walking past it every day on the way home from school, and the kids snickering monsters and creatures!

“Alright,” Steve said. His head bobbed in acceptance more than agreement. “Alright.”

Bucky shifted again like he wanted to reach out to Steve, but his hand fell and he pushed himself up to his feet instead. “Get some sleep. It’s going to be fine.”

Steve listened to Bucky’s footsteps on the creaky old floorboards as he crossed the short hallway to his bedroom. He waited, but Bucky’s door didn’t close. A moment later, he heard the thud and squeak of Bucky’s weight hitting his bed. He could still feel Bucky’s heartbeat against his skin, and he wasn’t completely sure that it was an illusion.

Part Two:

#ladyshadowdrake writes #52 for 52 #1/52 #stony #incubusau #slight/brief consent issues #no noncon #stucky for a second

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chororine · 7 years

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I was tagged by the lovely @jyushimatsu-falls-in-love! let’s do this

Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better.

ummm... in the order they came to mind: @zappsbrannigan (I know you well already but it’s still not enough ok), @vorty-vort (ditto but we need to catch up D: ), @songbird-silence, @momoemarias, @i-fought-space, @carlyquinn, @screamingredpanda, @tuneout and ehhh sorry but I can’t think of a 9th person; I’m very “quality over quantity” when it comes to friends. (none of you HAVE to do it ofc, and anyone’s welcome to steal this regardless of being tagged or not!)

How old are you: over 20 but under 30; I’m not comfortable disclosing my exact age publicly bc if I did tumblr would combine their strength to haul me to the old folks’ home

Dream job: showrunner for a cartoon ;;__;; but I’ll settle for being a storyboard artist or any escape from NEET hell

What is a big goal you are working towards (or have already achieved)?: in 2014 I got accepted into university to study animation; just getting accepted was a huge achievement for my lazy arse... but right now I’m working towards actually completing the course, which I’ll hopefully do this spring

What’s your aesthetic?: it’s kind of all over the place tbh??? looking at the #aesthetic tag on my blog it seems to be “cute animals set against sweeping epic scenery” and also “space depicted in cutesy, everyday ways” not sure how to combine those two but I wanna try

Do you collect anything?: Bulldog (English or French I’m not picky)-related items!!! if I weren’t broke/cheap I’d collect Choros but squishface dogs are a good, safe option for asking for xmas/bday gifts

What’s a topic you’re always up to talk about?: [totty voice] CHOROSHIKOSKI or any character I like really; recently I’ve been really into discussing matsu fanfics but haven’t had time to read that many new ones which kinda sucks but I can discuss ones I’ve aleady read for hours

What’s a pet peeve of yours?: IRL and online (no offense) society’s expectation to prioritize social interaction over everything; the option to say “sorry I can’t talk I’m busy” is there of course but I hate that I’ve been programmed to have so much guilt about it no matter how politely they say “that’s okay, take your time!” it’s no-one’s fault - maybe mine for being an extreme introvert even by tumblr standards - but it still eats at me

Good advice to give?: ok no-one should be taking life advice from me so I'll dish out some art advice: “practice practice practice” gets tossed around a lot and I 200% agree, but I'd like to add on “EXPERIMENT EXPERIMENT EXPERIMENT.” when I was preparing to start my comic in spring/summer 2014 I experienced a big burst of art improvement from trying lots of different styles to ensure I'd be comfortable drawing the main characters again and again: that was the point at which I trusted myself to draw more cartoony when I'd previously been in a “but it needs more ~detail~!” mindset. trying different traditional inking tools helped too; so did my fumbled attempts at inking on a non-Cintiq tablet…. and lo and behold I dramatically improved at THAT in spring 2015 when I was obsessed with KND for a few months; I had so much love for the show that I frantically tried out every Clip Studio brush to see what worked best for quick scribbles – the same thing happened in spring 2016 with Matsus and Photoshop brushes, and in both cases the sheer amount of actual DRAWING I did increased my line confidence to the point where I could draw with a freakin toothpick if I wanted. maybe I'm talking about myself a lot but I find that's often the best way to demonstrate that what you're saying is true; just trust me when I say you shouldn't be afraid to experiment. it's not like you're obligated to post every little scribble after all!!

Recommend 3 songs: “Trampoline” by Kero Kero Bonito; “I Don’t Have A Name For It” by Steam Powered Giraffe (which is SO a Jyushimura song from Jyushi’s POV you’ll love iiiit); “Up In the Sky” by 77 Bombay Street (and those three arists in general tbh!)

#kat dribbles #long

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gabrielnovakstudios · 7 years

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UPDATE 2017: THE PAST COUPLE OF FUCKING MONTHS

Hey, y’all. I probably should’ve been more active in keeping you guys posted huh? Anywho, everything that’s changed for me in my life could be easily explained, but I feel like stretching on this topic and rambling about it for a while, SO THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M GOING TO FUCKING DO. Furthermore, let’s go over precisely what I’ve been doing for the past couple of months.

1.) School. If it’s not on the top of my priorities list, then I really don’t have a grip on my priorities. The point is I do school a lot, so it’s very difficult to find time to do much else. Whenever I can, I usually don’t use it working more, and I often want to relax when I find this time. I would like to change this, however, and begin to have some form of a regular schedule with my work, my play, and my studies. As soon as I’m finished getting my shit together, I’m sure it’ll be a great time, folks!

2.) Over these few months, I’ve really had a lot of time to contemplate my life and question where exactly it is I’m going. Time and time again, on and off, I fell into binges between depression and self-content (as odd as that may sound). I felt truly happy with how much I was beginning to accomplish in one hand, but in the other I also felt dreadful in that other avenues of my life seemed to close in on me and wear me down. One particular bit of news that really threw me over the edge in the beginning was me turning 18. It seemed like this catastrophic event that would control the rest of my life, but now I know I was just highly over-exaggerating and I’ll get through this stage of my life like many others have. That along with many other personal affairs that I’d rather not discuss, I’ve been alternating within misery for some time and I’ve been finding more happiness as I live on. Idk, I have my weird moments, but don’t we all? What these few months have taught me, however (if anything), is that the only reason why I think my life is falling apart and I have no direction is because I was making it that way. At the end of the day, it all boils down to the fact that I’m human, I’m imperfect, I don’t need to cling to things anymore like I used to, and I need to start being more active in sorting through my issues. I know this was a it personal, and I apologize for going into such depth about these topics. I just need to get these things off of my conscience, and deal with what comes to me day by day without feeling so worried about it all of the time. Time may pass, but we can make our time the best we possibly can meanwhile.

3.) I’ve made a bunch of music, and I’ve actually devoted a lot of time and energy into it. At first, it just acted as a pass time that I could fall into whenever I felt down or when I didn’t feel up to the task of drawing (especially before other news, which will come later). However, I ended up pouring so much time into it, that I COMPLETED 3 ALBUMS IN THE SPAN OF 3 MONTHS JUST LAST YEAR. THAT’S A LOT OF FUCKIN MUSIC, and you can find it if you’re really that willing to look around for it. I felt so inspired by the acts of vaporwave artists whom I’ve missed out on for quite some time, that I just sort of fell into it. For paying attention to that too much while neglecting my other art has also taken it’s toll, and I deeply apologize for doing this as well. Also, check out mah muzic, plz?

4.) In other news, I FINALLY GOT A BRAND NEW DRAWING TABLET! With it, I can begin to post art more frequently, as well as hopefully begin production on some cartoons at some point, maybe. I promise that I will try to make a real effort to at least contribute to my art pages slightly every month, if not week. I think I just really need to make myself centered and focused on this medium so that I can not only do the art in a consistent fashion, but also do it in a way that I truly enjoy it and I can love doing it. What’s the use in trying to draw cartoons, doodles, or abstract art if I don’t even feel for it? Oh, and I’ve practically started doing commissions already, so if you want to contact me for more information, message me anywhere you can find me or send me an email at: [email protected]

I think that pretty much settles everything! I hope this explains a lot, and this won’t be the last you see from me. I’ll be actively improving my life to better that which gives my life meaning and purpose. No more will I wage wars within myself that I cannot win, and no longer will I let myself be swayed by false notions. Thank you all so much for listening and understanding as always, and I definitely look forward to posting more content as soon as I possibly can. Take care, see ya!

#gabs updates #gabrielnovakstudios #update #2017 #what's happnin

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