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#i'll start making serious sets again soon lol
sanctus-ingenium · 1 year
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another one of these posts lol... sketches vs final. not much changed for these ones, i kind of went into them with a very solid mental image already in my head. all of these were done start to finish in procreate
thoughts below the cut
horse fight .... this is based off a really really beautiful sky i saw while driving home one evening. i'm really proud of getting the colours i saw exactly right, this kind of greenish yellow fading to dark blue and with grey clouds low over it that looked very dark against the yellow by the horizon, but very pale against the dark blue.
i thought it would be a cool backdrop to draw a scene i've been thinking about for a while. The little cartoony horses are there to provide some tonal whiplash but also because these are two immortal shapeshifters who can fight violently without it being a huge deal. the little horses represent the actual gravity of the fight (that is, kind of a slap fight between two drama queens) which contrasts with the visuals of two animals brutally tearing at eachother. also i got the two horses at the bottom mixed up, Pascal is the one with the skinny plumed tail and Macha has a more traditional horse tail and i put them on the wrong sides.
i had a LOT of trouble shading this. i didn't want the horses to be too shiny but that meant a much lower contrast in shading and even with my screen brightness turned up i could barely see what i was doing. but i wanted it to read as realistic. mixed results i think. if i did it again i might try a different shading style because this one didn't really do it for me
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spooky van!!! the post i deleted by accident (rip. i will repost it soon). this is a picture of the barrow (the field) taking a different shape - in this case a cool van. the van contains every single thing the field does (including the human victims that get lost in there...) but compressed down into a manageable shape. the void is Pascal because the field is inside him. he did this for his human bf to provide novel way to travel through the Otherworld. don't ask how this works like, spatially, because the answer is: i don't do hard magic systems in this setting
i loooove shading things with pencil hatching and i really like contrasting it with smooth colours/shading so that's mainly what i did here. it was simple enough. the van is of course heavily referenced and i wish i had been able to stylise it a little more.. maybe next time. i want to draw a kind of cutaway illustration of the van showing exterior and interior (like an old blueprint schematic), which i might use as a cover for the book/comic/whatever but that will require a very intimidating level of precision so i think i'll work up to that.
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RUA magazine. this is my third time doing a rua magazine cover (first time posting tho). this is an in-universe magazine distributed throughout the Otherworld to an audience of fairies. in the sketch, the illustation was originally the King of Pentacles tarot card (the pentacle being the disco ball). but i decided to make a different King of Pentacles card for him instead, since I try hard to move away from symmetrical composition for the tarot cards (it's boring). so i repurposed this one into another magazine cover. like i said Pascal is a self-absorbed attention whore and has a habit of giving bullshit interviews just so that he can be on the cover as much as possible. he dresses like this all the time (the year is 2017)
the disco ball took 15 years off my life and it's not even the first disco ball i've drawn! i finished my actual king of pentacles card before i finished the rua cover sketch, so i can show u this
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which is much better even if i did reference so heavily that it isn't exactly stylised. but this card needs some serious revision before i even think about posting it. i'm just not happy with his face.
original intent was for it be mysterious with emphasis on the neon lights but it ended up far more suggestive than i expected. that's life!
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circeyoru · 9 days
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Hewooo!! I really loved the oneshot of Collection of Overlords and I have an idea for part 2 if you don't mind! (I'm a different person btw) (I THINK THIS IS ALSO VERY LONG OMG)
A few weeks after reader moved in the hotel, Vox would occasionally try to challenge Alastor in stupid games here and there cause yk
It was amusing so Alastor just played along the stupidityness LOL
And while reader was doing their contract paperwork thingy, they call out Alastor's name and not even a second later Alastor appeared behind them and reader was going to ask about hosting a meeting between all the overlords, with reader present!
"Alastor, dear?
"Yes, my Liege? How am I of your service?"
"Would you mind broadcasting through the radio about hosting a meeting with me present?"
"Certainly."
And since Alastor is the Radio Demon, let's just say that he could control the whole radio system and the waves, so his broadcast would go through all the overlords' radios that are present, or device rather
The meeting usually takes place at Carmilla's place!
And Alastor was reader's escort, hooking arms and all
I'll let you decide on what they're going to discuss, but I think it's very serious because their Collector had to be present!
Alastor and reader had to arrive early for some reason, Carmilla was still setting up the projector and her daughters were placing tea cups on the meeting table
And ofcourse they immediately greeted with a deep bow, and reader was just happy to see them, after all Carmilla was one of reader's elite Collections!
And reader gives Carmilla's daughters each a hug! Stating that they're still fun sized! (Definitely not Lucifer's influence)
And soon one by one overlords started entering, they were earlier than expected too, each was greeted by reader happily and all
Rosie also brought a gift for her dear Collector, a box full of flesh and thigh parts and demon skin, Rosie knew reader's favourite flesh!
And when the Vees entered.. well,
Vox was apologizing over and over again that Velvette had to slap the box tv guy and made him glitch
And the whole time Alastor was giving him a smug smile
And reader had to state Valentino a small warning, because his position as an overlord was in vain and it sent chills down the month's spine
And then discussion of deep and serious stuff
Until someone said something that triggered Vox that triggered Valentino that triggered Velvette
And the bickering made everyone else fall silent, because the Collector had also fell silent
And they were like 'how foolish..'
It was until reader couldn't take it anymore and the atmosphere turned dark, your color of choice chains were on the Vee's necks in which reader tugged on
And reader just snarled something threatening, making the three hang their head in shame
Then reader let go and the atmosphere were light again
"alrighty! So where were we my darlings?"
They stated in a cheerful voice as if they never even literally just threatened the Vees at all🤤
(kinda hot ngl, I'd like a y/n x reader) (I'm srs)
Aaaand then after the meeting, by the time Alastor and reader was back at the hotel, it was a coincidence that Lucifer had also just arrived and was unpacking because he was moving in the hotel as some kind of staff!
And Lucifer recognized reader the fastest way possible and literally just-
"gaspp! Is that you reader? It's been a while! How have you been holding up the overlords there huh?"
Completely exposed readers cover
ILL LET YOU DECIDE HOW IT ENDS HEHEHEHHEHE
Oops, almost forgot to send this out~
This was what I used as an outline for the recent story parts! Do check it out~
Collection of Overlords _ Part 5 = Requested
[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]
The next part should be how The Collector is viewed from the demons' perspective, like not Hellborns, so sinners and the like. But before that, I'm going back to {Unwanted Soul} since that has been left a while.
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diagonal-queen · 1 year
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can i request first kiss with tetcho and anyone else you want? ^^
yes you certainly can my love!!
Their first kiss with you
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♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Atsushi Nakajima, Oda Sakunosuke, Lucy Montgomery x gn!Reader
♡ synopsis: Your first kiss with them!
♡ cw: Very slight implications of NSFW in Tecchou's part, but otherwise pure fluff :)
note: Well, this took far too long. I'm sorry anon T-T fortunately I am starting to catch up with most of my reqs, so hopefully I'll be able to open reqs again soon! (for clarification I'm currently completing ones I received before closing my requests) Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x
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Tecchou:
Offbeat as he is, he's secretly so serious about it. He's crazy adamant on not messing this moment up lol
He initially intended to make it fun and fancy, like take you out to some restaurant and make it all romantic (that's probably what the other Hunting Dogs suggested), but in reality you're both just sitting on the couch at your place together playing video games and eating pizza and other random snacks
Your relationship was progressing steadily but Tecchou wanted to make the next big move, so he wanted to kiss you while he was spending the night with you (and possibly do other things idk)
You guys were currently watching a movie (it can be whatever film you want) and Tecchou just keeps thinking about kissing you. He's even more aloof than usual and you do eventually notice it.
When you decide to ask him if something's wrong, he turns to you and asks "Is it alright if I kiss you?" Tecchou's always been a very direct person after all!
You pause out of shock for a second or two, but you quickly tell him that you'd be more than happy if he kissed you.
So, Tecchou does kiss you after gently caressing your cheek. He's a surprisingly soft and gentle kisser. You two end up making out for a while and ignoring the movie lol
Perhaps the casual staying-in date was a better setting for your first kiss with him after all ^-^
Atsushi:
You've never seen him so nervous in your life
Throughout your whole date you were already aware that he was planning to end it with your first kiss (poor thing is too obvious) but you didn't say anything because you didn't wanna embarrass him.
He tries to keep the mood at ease but he's just so clearly trying to build up his courage to do it so it's kinda hard to be normal with him without giving away the fact that you're in the know.
The date is the two of you going out to eat one evening (perhaps at a diner of some sort), and then wandering around the port together and admiring the environment (city lights are quite romantic, after all)
You two are sitting at a bench near the sea, it's comfortably quiet between the two of you, but you know Atsushi is still trying to figure out how to approach this
Eventually you decide enough is enough and just do it for him. You grab his attention, pull him in and kiss him. He short circuits and when you pull away is speechless, and his face is also so pink. It's honestly super cute
But when you kiss him again he's less shocked, and so he kisses back. And, what do you know, he's great at it! If you could, you would make out with Atsushi for hours.
"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time," he breathes, after you two pull apart for air. And that's hot, my friends. Only cowards would deny it 😌
Oda:
You two usually spent your dates in places that most people wouldn't really consider romantic (eg. Bar Lupin, just strolling through the danker streets of Yokohama, sitting in your car in a parking lot somewhere (it's an aesthetic guys))
On these dates you two tend to have conversations about life, philosophy, literature and other stuff like that.
You and Oda are sitting side by side, and he's watching you with this lovestruck look on his face while you're talking about something you're passionate about.
When you notice, you ask him what the matter is, to which he simply smiles and tells you that you look adorable.
As if that wasn't enough he then adds "To be honest, I'd really like to kiss you." Cue your short circuiting, and Odasaku's chuckling while he watches this.
Eventually though you tell him that you really wouldn't mind that, and so he slowly leans in and presses his lips to yours. Afterwards he tells you that you taste sweeter than he could have imagined, and he'll also kiss your hand like the gentleman he is
Whether or not you continue really depends whether or not you're in private or public, so you can either go back to talking or you can just make out with him (he's more than happy to do both)
On the surface your first kiss with Oda seems casual enough but you're both reeling with butterflies afterwards (help I want him so bad)
Lucy:
She kinda drags it out for a while. Lucy really wants to kiss you, but she's too afraid to admit that to you, but she also doesn't wanna kiss you out of nowhere because that's rude. She doesn't know what to do
You and Lucy would have super cute dates- cafe visits, walks in the park, classic romantic stuff. She's very cute and old school like that
This particular date is a picnic, like on a summer afternoon in the park. Often Lucy is a bit of a chatterbox and loves to converse with you but today she's a little quiet.
You ask her if she's alright because she's also eating less than normal, and with a blush she insists that she's fine and tells you to enjoy yourself.
You try to brush it off and the date continues all fine and well, but when comes the time to eat the cake that she brought, she offers to feed it to you. She's so clearly nervous while doing this, even though it's not the first time she's fed you
Once you both finish eating she takes a breath and finally blurts out "Can I kiss you?"
When it clicks that this is why she's been nervous the whole time you start laughing and she gets mad at you (though she's just a little embarrassed is all)
You tell her that of course she can kiss you, and so she does (with a huge blush on her face lol). And she tastes like strawberries <3
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man it's been so long since i kissed someone...or had physical contact with another human being in any capacity...i'm not coping well guys T-T
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lixiektty · 2 years
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aftertaste
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warnings/kinks: dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, language, unprotected sex, rough floor sex (lol), creampie, praising, overstimulation, after care, if i missed anything please feel free to let me know!!
author's note: it's been a while, hiiiii sorry. i've been writing a lot though just haven't been posting, i'll start doing better i promise. (i say that then disappear for another three months)
tags: @cha0thicpisces @fluffyywoo
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it all started as a bet, a simple one between two best friends at the start of the summer. both you and yeonjun agreed on having a sexual relationship, no feelings attached and by the time the summer was over— if either one of you caught feelings then you could further discuss a serious relationship.
you knock and the door swung open just second later, the tall blonde man stood handsomely in the doorway with the cutest little smirk plastered across his face. yeonjun pulls you in by your waist, closing the door behind you and pulling you into the deepest kiss, not a word being said but both of you making your way to his bedroom, your clothes already began being discarded into the hall on the way. once you made it into his room, you trip over eachother's feet and yeonjun falls flat to the ground, you falling and tumbling ontop of him. you guys share a laugh but continue on with your heated makeout session.
his pouty lips had their way of doing things to you you never thought they could, and it was such a turn on. yeonjun was soon stripped from his clothes but his underwear, as you were as well. he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, cupping your breasts with his large hands once they were set free.
"fuck— i missed you," yeonjun admits, kissing your jaw and your sweet spot on your neck.
he pulls you up a bit to begin sucking on your bud while his fingers toyed with the other, forcing soft moans to fall from your lips. the wet muscle swiped left and right, sucking harshly as well— fuck, he knew what he was doing.
"don't you think it's a litt— ah~" you start, "a little silly that we're fucking on the floor?"
yeonjun looked up at you and shrugs, licking your nipple one last time before responding, "we're already here, aren't we?" he chuckled.
he's right, you thought. your lips reach for his again, yeonjun working on setting you free from the lace decorating your lower half, "oh doll, did you wear these for me?"
"you wish," you tease.
your hands trail down his torso till they were at the band on his underwear, freeing him as well— he was quick to push inside you too. he wasn't lying when he said he missed you. the feeling of his long cock stretching out your walls was always something you enjoyed, something you could never get enough of. the feeling always felt so euphoric, especially when yeonjun began to get rough.
yeonjun snakes one arm around your waist, as a way of wanting to get you closer, the other moving up to your hair and pushing your head down to kiss him again. the minute he bottoms out, he doesn't waste a second and begins snapping his hips against your ass with a slow and deep pace. moans repeatedly slipped from you into yeonjun mouth, and man did he love it. the way you fell apart for him and him only. this was another thing he thought about, after the summer if you take this any further this could be an all the time thing and he wouldn't have to worry about you fucking around with anyone else.
"so pretty and wet for me, princess," yeonjun praises, "isn't that right, all for me huh?"
"a— all for you," you said breathlessly.
small groans of his own came from him, like he was trying to hold them in but you wanted more. you wanted to hear him. you wanted to hear how you made him feel.
"stop holding them in, i wanna hear you," you say.
yeonjun looks up at you in awe, thrusts becoming faster, "but i can't hear you over me."
you shake your head and kiss his cheek, "please."
yeonjun kisses you again and once he releases, the pretty manly groans left his body— for once, and it just added to the pleasure. it was so hot. the scene was so pornographic and messy, your wetness dripped down yeonjun's cock and to his balls making the nastiest sounds, almost as loud as the two sounds leaving your throats.
"shit," yeonjun threw his head back, hitting the ground. eyes glued shut. his hands move down to grab ahold of your hips. you decided it was time you take control, sitting up and resting your hands on his chest and moving your hips to match his thursts, "like that, just like that. such a dirty girl,"
his bottom lip was caught between his teeth watching the way you rode him so passionately. you couldn't help the sounds you made, not worried about anyone under, beside or above yeonjun's apartment hearing. his tip brushed against your g- spot at just the right angle, you continued riding in this position— orgasm already so close.
"you're tightening up around me, love. gonna cum?" he asked, he knew your body so well.
you nod, sucking in your bottom lip, nails digging into the skin of his chest. yeonjun takes the opportunity to hold your hips and fuck up into you, skin slapping against eachother hard. you moan uncontrollably and let him take control of you, "fuck, fuck, keep going," you plead.
"wasn't planning on stopping," yeonjun reassures.
he reached a place deep inside of you you didn't know he could ever reach and it set something off. heart beating at a rapid pace and now you were shaking uncontrollably ontop of him, tightening up around him even more, slick dripping from you more than before. yeonjun let out curses of his own along with yours, the feeling of you cumming adding to his pleasure.
"oh— fuck," you say once you come down, yeonjun stopping his thrusts so he can get the 'okay' if he can keep going or not.
"you can give me one more, can't you? just until i finish, baby." you nod in response and with that yeonjun flipped you two over, your back pressed flat onto the ground and he was now fucking into you relentlessly.
he pulls up your legs by your thighs, spreading them a bit wider and leaning down till your chest was pressed flush again his.
"s— so good," you whimper, feeling fucked dumb already so soon but that's what yeonjun was best at.
words couldn't really express how you felt. out of this world, sure. like you were floating, that too but right now it just felt like so much more than that. yeonjun was using your body like some sort of sex doll and it felt so good, he just never stopped. thrusts picking up their pace by the minute which just brought him closer and closer to his high.
"were made for me, no one can fuck you like i can. no one can make me cum like you can, yeah?"
"no one," you agreed, "you fuck me so good."
hearing those words come from you was all he needed to move at an impossibly faster pace that no human should be able to but yeonjun sure did that, setting the bar high that you bet no one could ever reach. your entire body felt fuzzy and you were no longer letting anything out, it was more of just deep breaths and tiny whines that yeonjun found so cute.
yeonjun shoved his thumb inside of your open mouth, forcing you to suck which you happily did, circling your tongue around it. he smirks devilishly at the action, he loved how naughty you could get, he loved how you could match his energy and he didn't even have to ask you to do so.
"good girl," he praises before kissing you again and looking deep into your eyes.
you tug lightly at the strands of his head, back arching just pushing you even closer against him. yeonjun watched you with wide, lust filled eyes, he could watch you like this for forever. just at the sight he felt himself twitch inside of you and soon painting your insides white, filling you up to the brim. the sensation alone pulled you towards your second orgasm of the night.
you both held each other tight, helping one another ride out your orgasms. your hips twitch, nonstop, never wanting him to stop. the overstimulation was killing you but it also just felt so good.
eventually yeonjun stops, catching his breath and watching your face as you lay there with closed eyes and weak limbs, "i'll clean you up and then i'll lay you down, you can stay here for the night."
yeonjun was so considerate and generous, taking care of you even after fucking your brains out. you open your eyes, looking at his face that looked like it was sculpted by gods. nodding, he slips out and carries you towards his bathroom, setting you in the tub and starting the water while he cleans up the mess the two of you made on the way to the room.
he laid out a shirt of his for you to wear, getting into some comfy clothes and coming back to the bathroom just to be met with you passed out in the bath. yeonjun snorts a little and walks towards you, rinsing your body a bit more before taking you out to dry you off and get you ready for the night. a soft kiss is placed to your temple the moment both of you are in bed, arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go— which he didn't he just was too afraid to admit it.
even if this was all he could get till the summer was over, he'd keep this moment with him for forever just like all the others. he'll always be reminded of the aftertaste from the love you made on the bedroom floor.
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sweetmariihs2 · 5 months
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List of inspirations that I noticed in ✨️The Amazing Digital Circus✨️
an almost-essay (PART 1)
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When I watched the first episode for the first time I started to notice several similarities to other subjects that I also like and know, other fandoms and popular things on the internet, and I soon thought about sharing them on Tumblr (which I'm doing now).
I know there will be things that other people have noticed that will be missing from the blog, but I will try to include all the things that I remember recognizing at that moment. Feel free to share them, though!
I don't know the formal names of some things I'm gonna mention, and also my english It's not the best, I'm trying to practice my writing <3
I'll have to divide this blog into two parts because Tumblr doesn't support more than 10 images per blog. grrgrrgr I really wanted to put everything together but I can't. At the end of the blog I will put a link to part 2 and you can continue reading [when i finish the part 2 of course]
1 - Popee the Perfomer
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Popee the Performer is a low-budget animation made in 2000, at the time when 3d animation was still a new technology. It's a collection of shorts and they talk about three circus performers' interactions. People found this on the internet in 2021 and they started a new fandom on top of it. What makes this show talked about it's the disturbing situations the characters put themselves through. There are a lot of violent scenes and sometimes the characters die by the end of the episode, but when we go to the next one they're just alive again, and that makes us question if they are living stuck in an eternal loop with no way of getting out of that small circus setting.
The 3d is pretty simple, mostly because it's old, but that makes me think about the connections between PTP and TADG are the aesthetics, the whole "disturbing adult cartoon about serious topics with a children's colorful aesthetic" thing, and also those connections with the Nintendo 64 graphics. I'M GONNA MENTION IT TOO!!
And a part of this fandom also it's part of Raggedy Ann and Andy's fandom. They were pretty close in 2021.
2 - Raggedy Ann And Andy
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Ragatha, next one
I'm kidding there's more
Their fandom started around 2021 because the YouTube algorythm just decided that it was time to recommend a video about Raggedy Andy to EVERYONE! And that's how I discovered them too <3 (I WAS THEREEE I WAS THERE). Andy got the main focus and he was everyone's dream boyfriend lol
Also that's completely unrelated but I wanted to say that I'm one of the people whose video was recommended to everyone through YouTube algorythm and helped the fandom to grow even more (I'm so proud of myself guys I'm sorry awnqbehdjwndbwjdnh)
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I believe that if that first video that helped me (and more people) to discover them were never recommended to us, maybe Ragatha wouldn't even have that design!! It's alright that Ann is a doll from the 1900s, but the whole "Raggedy Ann And Andy" thing wasn't a fandom topic, they were just normal ragdolls and they were recognized only by grannies and "the anabelle doll" (this one makes me pissed)
3 - Nintendo 64 (and old 3d art)
And this recognition that it is a fandom united this subject to other famous fandoms, leading to the same audience, and this audience is also TADG's audience. I'll talk more about this at the end of the blog! (Edit: Part 2 of the blog. *silently cries*)
And there's this blog:
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That low budget 3d aesthetic it's turning really popular recently. I'm not much of an expert on the subject since I don't know much about games, but I recognize it from the old graphics and my biggest reference is Mario 64. There's a good explanation for it being so popular, I have a theory that it's related to liminal spaces, but I'm not sure. Still, it's worth mentioning.... and also that bubble character really looks like chain chomp!!
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They're besties
4 - liminal spaces (backrooms and the "dreamcore" aesthetic)
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happy balloons because the backrooms scare me (i hate it)
I think if you're on Tumblr it's very likely that you already know what the backrooms are. A part of our reality, but outside of it. There are floors and floors of eternal levels, where you wander in the same place and don't go anywhere. As if you had broken the matrix and were trapped outside, in a bug. This has become very popular on the internet and it's interesting that it is being used as inspiration for creating a show.
Furthermore, there was also the popularization of aesthetics such as dreamcore, traumacore and weirdcore, which consist of images that look like they came out of a dream. Things that you recognize, but don't know where they came from, like a deja vu, which makes you uncomfortable. It's extremely linked to the backrooms, since it's the same feeling. Many of the images are things that take us back to childhood, to the past, but they are not right, as if they were corrupted. Old 3D is also used a lot to make some of these images, like the example I gave of the Nintendo 64. The fandoms are all interconnected!
In this whole concept they also like to be inspired by childhood characteristics, such as old images of toys, empty birthday parties, playgrounds, and it also takes us to that famous sensation on the internet that I don't remember the name of, but it is basically feeling afraid of a place where people should be going, but they aren't. Abandoned places. The fear of being alone. All those topics revolve around each other. They makes us question abour reality, "do I even exist?" (I know I do, but writing characters that way and exploring the possibilities is kinda nice)
I know a brazillian youtuber that made a good video about it, her name is Replai and in the video she talks about how Poppy Playtime's art was made, but I know that most of the people reading this don't know how to speak in portuguese so... yeah. It's a good video.
5 - Children's aesthetics (but something's off)
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This gif speaks for itself. It's that traumacore/dreamcore/weirdcore thing that I was talking about.
Still talking about that empty feeling of knowing that something it's familiar but don't knowing where it came from, childhood memories can be related to this, as they are vague, distant and sometimes carry a feeling of sadness. I'm not a great expert on the subject, but somehow the way that's explored scares us, I know there's a good explanation on the internet. This reminds me of the reason why people are afraid of clowns: they wear this fixed smile on their face and try to appear friendly, but it's this frozen, empty expression that leaves us afraid that there are other intentions underneath. And the fact that they are so related to childhood and children's innocence makes us fearful, because we don't know if they can do any harm to them. (of course, this all happens subconsciously, you don't think about it that way but your brain activates this instinct of fear) (not you YOU, people with that phobia)
I refuse to believe that these things are not interconnected. There is a strange feeling that can be explored from this childish aesthetic and connection to childhood.
Many media are using this aesthetic as part of their stories, especially horror ones. Five Nights At Freddy's was a pioneer, exploring this in the early 2010s, and then there were other franchises like Poppy Playtime, Bendy And The Ink Machine, other FNAF games (and there are also discoveries of things that do this unintentionally and that were created before this popularization, like Popee the Performer. In music we also have great examples like Melanie Martinez's old albums, during the Cry Baby era. There are also other aesthetics who like to explore this childlike-creepy vibe, and they're a little unrelated to all this stuff, like Morute/Dollcore). Whenever I talk about this I remember FNAF SB Daycare, as it is the result of all these topics we have talked about so far. The Security Breach DLC "Ruin" decided to explore this fear of empty, abandoned places, but which once had happy children walking through the corridors. This feeling is very scary.
Do you remember when I gave clowns as an example? The circus is also a way to explore this scary+childhood feeling. A place where there should be lots of games, but which only causes fear, as in the case of those scary clowns. It's quite common in the media for the circus to be used as a focus of terror, however in the internet version we were talking about just now, it doesn't have to be directly a horror circus, just feeling that childish sensation and feeling that something is wrong is enough. Enough to make us feel uncomfortable. It's like the characters were suffering, but they can't scream for help, and it's a disorted vision of how a circus should look like. Hi Pomni!!
The Daycare Attendant also explores that.
6 - Bendy and Fnaf (for the same reasons I already told you all, but one more)
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Jax it's Bendy's and William Afton's lost son. We don't need no DNA test.
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(I'm obviously just kidding btw, his design was probably inspired by them, MOST ESPECIALLY BENDY and maybe the Cheshire Cat from Alice because of his smile??? Idk)
stay tuned for part 2 <3
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haztattlou · 2 years
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I wrote a thread on Twitter explaining my experience since everyone is confused about what happened in #LTWTParis2 so I thought I could post about it here too 🤍
The night was amazing but there's also some drama so take a seat 🍿
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I'll start mentioning that I'm spanish because that’s important for some parts of this story.
We all know that even if camping in the queue is not allowed people do it, so even if I was not in the first groups my Spanish friends were there. They started having issues with some French fans in the queue and even got some xenophobic comments, which, really? Was that necessary? Even the security from the venue told my friends "only french" when they wanted to communicate with them when they also knew English 😣
Anyway, the weather was cold so after waiting for hours outside, when we went inside the venue it got heated up pretty quickly. They gave us water and everyone made sure to hand the bottles for the people in the back, which was great since they usually stay in the first rows! It’s true that we went inside L'Olympia before we were supposed to, but I think everyone was happy about it since the wind was horrible outside.
Thus, Only The Poets also started their set earlier and honestly they smashed it! It was so good! It was then, during one of their songs that people started pushing forward and they had to carry the first girl out. Louis’ security team came out as soon as OTP left the stage and started telling everyone to step back (and gave us more water).
While we were waiting for Louis the energy was great, there were 2 girls with cardboard cutouts of Louis and everytime they put them in the air we screamed like little kids lol 😆 but then some of my Spanish friends waved their spanish flags and the french fans started singing their national anthem. Seriously? Are you that pressed? Let the people enjoy.
Anyway.
Then THE CURTAIN DROPPED and Paris was LOUD. Even Louis told us that they played there last night, "and it was unbelievable, but these first two songs already, I can feel your energy in here tonight" And then thanked us for being there ❤ I dont know why people started saying he was sad, look at him! He was so smiley and interacting a lot with everyone. There was a young fan and a grandma in the balcony and Louis made sure to wave at them. He made sure the kid saw him saying hello 🥰
The way we screamed "Larry call a load of smoke in” and the Princess Park line 🤩 istg Paris was full of larries! A girl next to me asked me if I was a larrie before Habit and when I said yes she was so excited and told me “thank god because I’m going to scream like crazy”.
I wrote this in my tweet, but I find it interesting that before and after the Princess Park line, the crowd is dark but when we scream it (he knows we're going to do it) the venue lights up! 👀
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Shout out to these fans 💖 their signs were so cute they made me smile. "You are my hope" & "You make this world brighter"
The only moment that I saw Louis more serious was when a girl fainted when Walls started. It's something serious and he's not going to be happy about it because he actually cares about us. He even told the staff "fast please" but I won't share the video to respect the fan.
But hey the rest of the night was amazing and from his face I can tell you he was definitely happy!! He did sing COACOAC and LBD (people were saying that he didn't) but the only one he skipped was JHO 🥲
Flags weren't allowed inside but some fans snuck in a few and only waved during Only The Brave 🏳️‍🌈
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Special mention to my friend Amy, who wrote in a sign that Spain is going to win the World Cup and Louis did the slit throat gesture to her 🇪🇦😂 This Man has too much faith in the English team.
The exit song was "We Are The Champions" and the vibe of the crowd was incredible once again!
On another note, I also met Tommy ❤ When the show ended I was going to my hotel and I noticed that its door was in front of the backdoor of L'Olympia and that he was there! I told him that I saw OTP in Barcelona when Louis was there and that I loved seeing the support they got in the past years and how much they grew, he was so cute and thankful for it.
Tommy also told us that they (only the poets) bought the supreme t-shirt for louis 🥰 He said it was really hard to get because it was like an exclusive thing and they had to wait for the drop (now you know how ticket sales makes us feel) and that louis was so happy with it!
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Oh and I also got this huge poster after the show 😂
Long story short, Louis looked amazing with both outfits (I'm glad he changed because it was so hot and we were all sweating lol), he sounded amazing and even better with such a loud crowd, and he smiled a lot which is the most important thing. He felt the love ❤
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Is there a fic of yours that you want to talk about?
Thank you so much for the ask!!
I'm gonna take this opportunity to ramble on about my ghosty Johnny series, so for those of you that don't know I wrote a fic for emergency! where I killed Johnny Gage (I know, I'm sorry, just stay with me here) and then I brought him back as a ghost (see? it's not all bad, he's still around, it's a very fluffy deathfic I promise, it's titled "I Miss You" and it's on ao3 if anybody's interested)
I actually really like how it turned out (sorry, not trying to be braggy or anything) and I decided to turn it into a series because let's face it, we need more ghosty Johnny shenanigans. I have some ideas in mind, granted they're not fully fleshed out yet but I still wanna talk about them:
The first sequel is gonna be set directly after the events of the first story where ghosty Johnny makes his first appearance to everyone at the station (minus Roy who had already found out). I don't have a set plot for this yet but I'm thinking I wanna have the guys just bombard Johnny with questions cuz naturally they're gonna be very curious about everything (plus it kinda gives me a chance to explain how I've set up my version of the ghost world). I might sneak in the Rampart crew as well or I may make that a completely separate fic. This may change though, none of it is set in stone.
Obviously the prank war between Johnny and Chet continues. The thing is though: how does one go about pranking a ghost? Chet has to do some serious research to take his revenge.
I wanna play around with the idea of possession and there's a lot I still need to unpack there. I'm still trying to decide how high stakes I wanna make it and all the fine details such as consequences of possessing someone, how long it can be done for, etc.
Little bit of background for this idea: so the way I set it up, a ghost has to master a certain skill before it can level up basically and move on to the next one. For example, let's say when Johnny first becomes a ghost all he can do is make house sounds like creaking floorboards or squeaking door hinges. That's all he can do for the time being. Once he masters that he can move on and start learning a new skill like making ghost noises like "oooooo!" And so on and so forth. So far his skills include house sounds, ghost sounds, wind manipulation, speaking, and his latest acquired skill, appearing in ghost form to living people. I really wanna do a fic where we go through the process of Johnny learning a new skill and what that all entails. I think it'd be so much fun.
And lastly, I wanna write a fic where Johnny saves somebody from Station 51 because that's his whole reason for still being around: protecting the guys + Joanne and the kids. I don't have much more on this, I do know that I want it to be dramatic tho lol
That's about all I got right now. I haven't touched the series for a couple of months but hopefully I'll start working on it again soon! Thanks again for the ask and giving me the chance to ramble about my fics! <3
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dayasco blasphemy au (?) dunno what to call this still lol but here is the long awaited and highly requested part 2 👀✞☠︎︎ (part 1)
*cw: SMUT, religious themes, etc.*
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"Dayaaa," Bosco called as she walked through the door, drawing out her name. 
She quickly made herself at home before prancing over to where Daya was sitting on her couch, sprawling out on top of her.
"Oh god, what is it," Daya asked, eyes rolling at the mischief in the other woman's tone.
"I had an idea."
"Oh no not again," 
"I'm serious. And I think you're gonna like it, whether you wanna admit it or not."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Bosco dragged her fingertip across the exposed skin on Daya's chest. "It means I've been thinking about some things we could do together now that we've discovered your little kink."
Daya froze, feeling the words catch in her throat and warmth rising in her cheeks. "W-what? I don't have—"
"No, no, don't even try to deny it," Bosco cut her off, "Not after you came all over my fingers while confessing your sins to me." Daya felt her insides burn at the memory.
Bosco continued, "I was thinking, that you and I could maybe...go to a little service this weekend?"
Daya's heart dropped at the suggestion. "Like a church service? Are you crazy??" 
"Come onnn, it will be fun. I'll make sure of it."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Daya deadpanned with a scoff.
"So you're in?" Bosco asked.
Daya was at a complete loss for words, mouth hung open in hesitancy. She looked into Bosco's eyes and could see that they were not joking, making her stomach flip. She felt her skin prickle, and Bosco's smirk grew wider the longer she stuttered over her answer.
"I...I–no, uh, it's just—"
"Ohh you're really into it, aren't you," they chuckled, "I can tell you are." 
Daya gave an exasperated sigh, both embarrassed and frustrated that Bosco could read her like a book and tease her relentlessly for it. Bosco couldn't help but laugh affectionately at Daya's flustered state, just from bringing up the topic.
“Look, we don't have to if you really don't want to, but I found a place close by that doesn't require a membership or anything and lets anyone in," Bosco assured Daya. "Also, no one will suspect a thing, and I'll make sure to take really good care of you, okay?" Bosco asked. 
Daya couldn't deny that the idea excited her, but she felt like the answer was stuck in her throat. She nodded meekly. Bosco grinned at her response, "Good, it's a date then." Bosco pressed their lips quickly over Daya's hot skin before climbing off of her, opting to sit next to her now.
Daya exhaled shakily, her stomach already churning at the idea of what was in store for that Sunday, which at the same time, couldn't come soon enough.
When it finally did, Daya woke up early to get ready for the morning service they planned on attending. 
She rummaged through her underwear drawer, pulling out a dark red, lacy lingerie set. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said under her breath before putting it on. On top, she wore a simple modest dress. She put on just a little makeup and brushed out her shaggy hair. She looked quite put-together and unassuming. Perfect.
Bosco's hand rested on her thigh the whole drive there, her thumb rubbing up and down absentmindedly over her dress. The ten-minute car ride felt like an eternity. Walking up to the front doors of the church, she couldn't help the twinge of anxiety that swirled about inside her. She remembered how often she used to attend Sunday services throughout the entirety of her childhood and teenage years. How often she'd feel guilt-tripped to the moon and back every time she'd go simply because the church said her actions and thoughts were sinful and that she’d end up in hell. Her hand clutched nervously at Bosco's, fiddling with the fabric on their sleeves. 
The service had already started, but other people were still filtering in along with them, so Daya was relieved they didn't draw too much attention to themselves. They found a spot on the pews as far back and off to the corner as possible. Daya breathed a sigh of relief when Bosco led her to a spot where no one was really around them, or in the same row at least.
The service was well on its way by the time they sat down, the choir singing away to the tune of a hymn Daya vaguely recognized.
The first few minutes were mundane, but it wasn’t long before Daya felt Bosco’s hand find its way back to her leg, tapping it as a signal to uncross them. Daya immediately did as directed, and Bosco's hand slowly started inching further up her inner thigh, making her breath shudder. She tried to close her legs and press her thighs together just a little, but Bosco swatted them back open enough for her to have easy access. Thankfully no one was close enough to be suspicious of what was happening.
As the priest stood at the podium ready to give the sermon, Bosco's hand kept wandering, making Daya squirm. She was taken off guard by Bosco's fingers suddenly moving up to rub gently at her clit over her panties. She jolted, almost letting a whine slip out before she recovered, masking it with a cough.
"Bosco," Daya hissed under her breath. 
Bosco held back a delighted smile. "What?" She whispered, "Is this not why we're here? Just be quiet and pay attention, princess."
"I-I can't when you're doing that."
"Sure you can. And you will."
Daya's mind started to go fuzzy, the sermon fading into white noise, but she tried as hard as she could to keep attention as the priest spoke.
"...See how people call on God's name or use the name of his son Jesus as if it were no more than common foul language, or drag the name of Christ into the gutter with all the contempt you can muster. Or worse, stand by and do nothing while others do so. What does scripture teach us about that? It is the one unforgivable sin against the Holy Spirit. James 3:6 says, 'The tongue is a fire…[it] is placed among the parts of our bodies; it pollutes the whole body, sets the course of life on fire, and is set on fire by hell.' The tongue is what can commit the ultimate sin..."
"How fitting," Bosco remarked against Daya's ear in a low voice, making her shiver.
Bosco's hand never ceased its motions, barely using any pressure to tease her. She was already soaked through her panties, making Bosco feel like she might start to lose control of herself.
It drove Daya insane, she could barely sit still. She swore she could taste blood from how hard she was biting the inside of her lip, doing everything in her power to not rut into Bosco's hand or make any noise. It felt so incredibly wrong, but it also made her head swirl with the pure lust overcoming her.
"Bosco, please," Daya whispered harshly, her voice nearly cracking. A few people in front of them turned their heads for a moment to look at them, but the pews blocked their view enough so no one got too suspicious.
"Baby, you gotta keep your voice down, we don't wanna get caught," Bosco warned in a hushed tone.
"Please I can't take the teasing anymore."
"Just a little longer. Wait til the sermon is over, okay?"
Daya nodded, pressing her lips together. Bosco could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, a pink flush spread across her cheeks and chest. Daya looked so perfect like this, trying her hardest to keep it together under her touch. Bosco was high on the power she held over her. 
Bosco could tell the priest was nearing the end of his spiel, so she decided to push Daya even further for the last few minutes. She kept her eyes forward the whole time, not even glancing at her as she pushed her panties to the side and ran her middle finger along her bare pussy.
Daya wasn't expecting the direct contact, taking everything in her power to hold back a yelp. She slapped her hand over her own mouth to block the desperate sounds that threatened to spill out. Bosco couldn't help the amused look on her face as she continued to gently stroke her, sliding her finger through her wetness. Daya was gripping the seat of the pew like her life depended on it, her knuckles turning white.
The sermon couldn't possibly end soon enough. As soon as the congregation gave a resounding "Amen", the two of them were out of there. They tried to get out of their seats as hastily as they could without drawing too much attention to themselves, despite a handful of heads turning their way as they left the sanctuary.
As soon as they were out of the main sanctuary and back into the mostly empty lobby, Bosco spotted what looked like a supply closet and quickly dragged Daya inside before anyone could see.
Bosco slammed Daya against the wall and kissed her roughly, making her gasp. She wasted no time getting her hands all over Daya's body, scrunching up her pretty dress up around her waist to get her hands where she needed them. She got a full look at Daya for the first time in the dim light of the closet, seeing the bottom half of her lingerie under her dress. Garters that held up her stockings adorned her delicious thighs, and a sheen of slick coated the space between them. The sight sent a surge of arousal through Bosco as she claimed Daya's mouth with her own once again.
"Such a dirty girl," Bosco mumbled into her lips, "dressing up like a little slut in the house of God."
The choir had resumed their singing after the sermon, the muffled sounds of liturgic songs and hymns coming from the other room. It only added to Daya's guilt that mixed with arousal, reminding her of how wrong, yet so deliciously right, this was.
She whimpered, feeling Bosco's hands squeeze and grab at her. She felt so filthy, but it was so hot at the same time. Bosco slotted one of their thighs between her own as her kisses moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking dark bruises into the sensitive skin. 
"Oh God," Daya rocked her hips, trying to get what friction she could. She could feel the hard outline of Bosco’s strap against her hips, the realization that she had it on the whole time making her even wetter than she already was. She was so desperate for more she felt like she might combust if Bosco didn't give her what she needed soon.
"Please," Daya huffed, tugging at Bosco's shirt.
"Please what, angel?"
"Come on,"
"Say it, I wanna hear your filthy words."
"I-I need you,"
"Not good enough for me, baby. Beg for it. Give into the temptation. Tell me what you really want.”
Daya was getting frustrated. She wasn't usually the type to be so vulgar, but Bosco always managed to pull it out of her somehow. She decided to give in, pulling Bosco's hips tighter against her own, whining at the feeling of the bulge in her pants, "Please just fuck me already, I need you inside me so fucking bad," she whined, chest heaving.
"That's what I like to hear," Bosco grinned. She started unbuttoning her own shirt, "You act so innocent and pure, but I know deep down you're just a greedy whore, wanting to be used, to show everyone how much of a sinner you are."
Bosco flipped her around roughly, her front was pressed up against the wall. They yanked her soaked panties down her thighs, leaving her exposed and dripping for them. Daya couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her throat at being tossed around like some kind of toy being used. 
Bosco unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down just enough to take the strap she had on out of its confines. She hummed as she teased Daya's entrance with the tip of the dildo. She slid through her arousal before pushing all the way into her, forcing a guttural moan out of her when she bottomed out.
"Shhh, you gotta be quiet, baby. You don't want the whole congregation finding out how much of a slut you are," she said in a gravelly voice. She punctuated her sentence with a sharp snap of her hips, thrusting into Daya and making her moan again, "or, maybe you do."
Bosco started slow, running her hands up and down Daya’s waist and relishing in how it drew strangled sounds from her that she was trying so hard to hold in. The wet sounds that filled the room as she slid in and out of her were obscene, only adding to how heated the whole situation was. 
Daya whined needfully, trying to push her hips back into Bosco’s thrusts, “Bosco…need more.”
“More what, baby?” Bosco knew what she was asking for, but loved forcing the words out of her. Corrupting Daya's sweet and innocent mouth with curses and foul language brought them more satisfaction than they cared to admit.
“Just…fuck me harder please,” Daya’s cheeks burned red.
“All you had to do was ask, princess.”
Bosco obeyed her request, building up a quick pace while the sound of skin slapping together filled the small room. Their breathing became labored and low moans escaped between hot breaths on Daya's neck. They reached around, moving their hands up from her waist to fondle her tits from behind, making the taller girl groan. 
Daya's hands clung above her head, nails raking along the smooth wall in the absence of something to grasp and cling to while pleasure coursed through her. "Oh my, god, Bosco, Jesus, fuck, so, ah- good,” Daya chanted like a prayer in time with Bosco’s thrusts.
"What would everyone think if they could see you right now?" Bosco growled, still pounding into Daya. "If everyone knew you were in here, bent over and begging for me to fuck you senseless while they all pray to God. Taking me inside your pretty cunt like a whore while they pray for salvation in the next room. You'd probably like that, wouldn't you..."
Daya didn’t answer, too far gone to say anything coherent other than a slight nod and a few incoherent curses and babbles. Suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her skin as Bosco’s hand came down and slapped her hard on the ass, making her yelp. 
“Wouldn’t you?” Bosco repeated sternly.
“Y-yes,” Daya mustered, barely able to find the words, “Fuck. I’m yours.”
“Good girl.”
"I'm so close,"
"I know, baby."
Bosco doubled down on her efforts, arousal burning within her at the sight of Daya become such a mess. Watching her be so overcome with pleasure that all thoughts left her brain made Bosco feel dizzy.
"Bosco, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm—"
Bosco reached a hand down to rub her clit fast and hard to send her barreling over the edge. Daya nearly yelled as she came, and Bosco quickly muffled her cries by shoving their fingers into her mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she released herself onto the strap, her cum dripping onto Bosco's pants as she was fucked through it. Bosco watched the muscles in her thighs twitch and her knees buckle from the intensity as she came down.
"God, Daya," Bosco hissed, watching her fall apart.
They both breathed heavily, catching their breath as the muffled sounds of prayer from the sanctuary filled the tiny room once again in the absence of their heated moment. 
"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," Daya remarked with a weak laugh once she regained enough mental function to speak.
Bosco gave a breathless chuckle and turned her around to capture her lips in a deep kiss.
It wasn't long before Daya's hands were wandering lower to where Bosco ached for her. "What do you want, baby?" She asked against her lips.
"Mm, as fucking hot as that was, I'd rather wait til we get home first. I'll give you round two, okay?"
Daya smiled and nodded "Let's get out of here."
Bosco buttoned up her pants and shirt and then helped fix Daya up as best as she could, straightening out her dress, wiping where her mascara had run, and smoothing out her tousled hair with her fingers. Between the wet spot where Daya had dripped on Bosco's pants and the purple hickeys across Daya's neck, it was painfully obvious as to what they had just done. They just hoped no one would see their walk of shame as they walked out. 
Bosco cracked open the door to see if they were safe to leave. The lobby had a few more people in it than before, but she figured if they waited too much longer it would only get worse when more people started making their way out. She grabbed Daya by the arm and speed-walked out of the building, keeping their heads down, and getting several dirty looks from people on the way out.
Once out of the building, they couldn't help but giggle, full of mischief and giddiness as they walked hand-in-hand back to the car to head back.
"Told you it would be fun," Bosco gloated.
Daya rolled her eyes in mock-annoyance. "We got so many dirty looks from old church ladies, we'll probably never be allowed back there," she laughed, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.
"Whatever, you can't tell me it wasn't worth it. You can show me how much you appreciated it when we get back," Bosco smirked.
"Oh don't worry, I will."
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Hey again! Glad to see your posting still :).
The scene in the first Descendants movie just before Mal gives Ben the cookie, Ben tries to tell Audrey something... She then ignores him and walks off. I've seen a fan theory that Ben was trying to break up with Audrey then and there. And if you rewatch the scene, it makes a lot of sense with that preconception.
Do you know the scene I'm referring to? What are your thoughts?
I'm glad that you're glad that I'm still posting! It's been a hectic time lately, but I'm probably going to be a bit more active now that I'm on summer break. Then again, I do start work very soon so who knows how active I'll actually be lol.
I remembered the scene, but went back and watched it to refresh my memory before answering this. Ben definitely wanted to have a serious conversation with Audrey, but I don't think the setting is where he would choose to break up with her. I imagine he'd do that somewhere private, not at the lockers where anyone could overhear them. Also at this point it's what, like two weeks to his coronation? I don't think he would want the bad press of breaking up with her right before that.
Personally, I think he might have been ready to have a talk with her about her VK prejudice and how she needs to be more open to change in Auradon. He's visibly uncomfortable with her talking about Mal's "gateway magic" and has a similar reaction to whenever she and Chad talk about the core four in that way. But it could have been nerves about him breaking up with her as well.
I do think that even without the love spell, Ben would have realized he didn't want to be with Audrey anymore. Even though she seems perfect on paper (a princess, a cheerleader, respected by everyone in Auradon, etc.) she doesn't support his dreams for the future. She's actively against them as a matter of fact, and I don't think it would have taken him very long to realize that. And I think that even if Ben wasn't about to break up with her, he was beginning to realize she isn't the perfect girl for him after all.
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Copy/Pasted from my other pages, a little update on my art and mental health, and wanted to leave my situation on a slightly more positive note than this morning.
So my Apple Pencil/stylus has died for good today. I've been having issues with it for months now, and today was officially it's last day. There's nowhere nearby to take it for repairs, and I'm more than likely not going to be able to send it away to be repaired. I've had this thing since 2019, and in the past three years it has served me incredibly well. I won't be able to reopen any commissions until I either get it replaced or figure out how to mimic my style on Procreate in a different program. Replacement is definitely not going to happen any time soon, especially so close to Christmas, so idk when I'll be comfortable with my art in FireAlpaca or SAI2 again. Pretty much all of my WIPs on my iPad are going to remain unfinished for a while.
I'm very upset at the moment, not just from my stylus. A lot of stuff has happened over the past few years, this has been the worst year yet, and all of it is making me reconsider every step I've taken as an artist. I'm not well, I haven't been well for years, and I won't be well for many many more. I don't really have a good way to vent nor anyone I feel safe with to vent to, and I don't really know how express what I'm feeling on my own. I don't make vent art because I hate how it makes me feel, plus I can barely bring myself to pick up a pencil when I'm like this anyways. And while I can still write in a state like this, writing about my problems just makes me spiral further into depression, anxiety and paranoia. I literally have a doc titled "Why My Life Sucks, From Before I Was Born to Now." If that isn't unhealthy idk what is. This situation particularly stings right now. Yesterday I made my list of what I wanted to do in 2023 in an attempt to feel more positive and hopeful about my future, but I've already been set back before the new year even started. I'm not at risk of hurting myself or others, but ngl it'd be pretty nice to simply not exist right about now.
Sorry if this was a downer to read, but I wanted to give an update on my art situation and let everyone know what my headspace is like atm. For what its worth, I'm not "giving up" in any sense of the phrase. I'm definitely taking a break from any serious work on my stories or reopening commissions, but not forever. I'll still be making silly doodles and reacquainting myself with my screen tablet and FireAlpaca or SAI2. I have a lot of editing I want to do so I can update my deco and themes for my pages and blogs. And I've also realized there's also a lot of writing requests building up on my fanfiction blog, so I could also tackle that. Even though it feels like positivity has brought my life nothing but negativity, I'm still trying. I've been a pretty decent therapist for myself after all these years, why would I stop now lol
Happy holidays everyone 💖
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its mouse anon, back at it again
no worries, I'm also on here very inconsistently but that really warms my heart <33 I'll do my best to make it worthwhile for you!!
I work as a transportation engineer and it's a pretty niche field but I use programs like autocad on a daily basis
signal ... was definitely a show that I loved in the beginning but it got super dark and sad *cries in corruption* but I agree with that, I hide behind my anger at those types of shows. that being said, the guest and save me is still on my to watch list lol
I still haven't finished twenty five twenty one cause it's not a show I can watch in one setting! it's good but in small doses!!
the time travel shows are really hit and miss cause it throws off everything! but I ignore the time travel and the plot holes cause some of the time travel shows had really good characters
the killer's shopping list was good and short! it is a little odd cause it's more comedy than serious for most parts of the show. it's not the next Stranger but I still enjoyed it!
ahhh the business proposal!!! that show was *chef's kiss* super good! I loved both couples, but the ending was super cliche you could make a drinking game of how many cliches they had in the last episode haha both of the couples were very cute i agrees so they get a pass
prosecuter doberman <33 don't @ me but I didn't think Ahn Bo Hyun was good looking until My Name and Military Prosecuter. Itaewon Class did him so dirty (that show was overhyped too but ignore that if you liked it!) I sped through the last half cause I was hooked! and attorney woo too! I heard the cast went on a vacation on their own personal time and that's so cute of them! I think there may be a season 2 too!!!
ooh! minamdang cafe and big mouth is on my list! let me know if big mouth is similar to the Brazilian drama and your thoughts on it!
I live in the krama universe but I'll check out severence! I've also been meaning to watch The Great on Hulu. I'm currently watch Dark on Netflix (a German scifi show) and it's so complicated in a good way!
I recently rewatched Flower of Evil <333 I plan to start Lawless Lawyer soon and I have so many shows on my radar (once upon a small town, tomorrow, little women, rookie cops, dali and the cocky prince and all the shows you've recommended just to name a few) *cries in having no time*
I hope you're feeling safe and happy and I cant wait to hear from you!! <3
(mouse anon pt 2)
I always try to remember to send one ask at a time but I always forget something forgive me!!
I've been seeing reviews for the good detective 2 and they seem to be positive, so I'm also planning on watching it too!
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transportation engineer sounds so cool tbh no idea what these programs mean though lmao
honestly save me was.... u gotta have stomach for it. and its such a good criticism against the hmmm idek the english term for it. righteous religious people who u know. just hind behind god to do whatever the fuck a christian shouldnt do, like 99% of society. its good but u gotta punch a pillow every five minutes and also it gets super dark sometimes.
i feel u about twenty five twenty one, its not something you binge watch. i felt the same in hospital playlist but did not leave so scarred after it. also with 2521 kinda ruined future shows for me like the main couples..... ok i see yall trying with the chemistry but ARE you na heedo and baek yijin? i dont think so!!!!!! so basically im watching dramas for the plot cause the couples and relationships in it aint it ever since that damn show. extraordinary attorney woo got a pass cause taeoh smiles like THAT and eunbin is so good though.
the killer's shopping list was good and short! it is a little odd cause it's more comedy than serious for most parts of the show >>> the same for cafe minamdang!!! like most of the time they are being ridiculous and suddenly you have two minutes of pure dark drama. but its fun.
i enjoyed itaewon class a normal ammount tbh lmao though i agree ahn bo hyun went above and beyond looking disagreable on it. when i watched my name i knew he looked familiar but was shocked to see from where i knew him
regarding big mouth... i think you'll like it. like i have no other comments on it. you should watch it. its just the right type of entertaining. i think it will be right up your alley
honestly i watched dark season 1 and it took so long for s2 to come out i forgot everything and it seemed too convoluted for me to keep on going fsdklfdsjjkdsl but ive only ever seen good recs over it
im very excited for little women!!! but it still hasnt arrived on my netflix so i gotta wait till october or smth. im getting by with some weekly releases but thats it.
hope youve been well <3333
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Heya so, I'm kinda new with this stuff and I hope i'm doing ithis right. Don't feel obligated to di this btw, it's just smth I'd had stuck in my head for a while lol. Anyways, A fluffy c!quackity x Swan Hybrid!m!reader, taking place when Schlatt was pres & Quackity just so happens to notice reader and casually insert love at first sight???
Honestly this is so cute I might make more parts to it, and welcome to my crazy page! I hope you like it enough to come back, I would sure love to see you again :] <3
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Summary: Quackity sees a mysterious man in the sky and follows him and his heart
Pairing: Quackity X Reader
Pronouns: He/him
[A/n]: Requests are open <3
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Quackity huffed as he stared at the night sky, it was his only escape from Schlatt, who was typically too drunk at this time to notice his disappearance. Quackity wanted nothing more than to escape, to be rid of Schlatt, and yet he found himself unable to.
Eyes cast to the skies, he stared at everything and yet nothing, until he saw you. What was a beautiful swan hybrid doing in this area? You looked stunning as your delicate form glided through the sky, cream-colored wings stretched wide. His own wings ruffled at the sight, wanting nothing more than to take to the sky and follow you.
Acting on instinct Quackity took to the skies, following patiently behind you. It wasn't long before you landed, Quackity watching for a moment before deciding to follow suit. As his feet hit solid ground, he took a moment to look around.
All around him were beautiful and tall trees, almost as if they were reaching for the sun. There were wildflowers scattered about and a small creek nearby, the perfect safe haven.
Remembering why he was here in the first place Quackity turned to look for you, only to be met with a crossbow to the face.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Your voice was serious, your expression matching. Quackity fumbled for a moment, not sure how to say that he basically stalked you. Though he was surprised to see you lower the crossbow, eyes fixed on his wings now.
"Duck?" You made eye contact with him, motioning towards his wings.
"Oh uh yeah! And you're a swan, right? Your wings are gorgeous." You seemed a bit surprised by his comment, giving him a quick thanks after confirming that you're a swan.
"So, what are you doing out here? Not many people dare to come out this far." Quackity looked nervous but answered anyways.
"I uh, I saw you flying and you looked really cool, and without realizing I just started following you." Quackity shrugged, not really knowing what else to say without sounding creepy.
"That's fine, happens more often than you think. Bird sees bird and has to join. Anyways it's much too dark to fly, would you like to stay at my place tonight?" Quackity panicked upon hearing your words, he hadn't realized but he spent so much time talking and following you that the sun had fully set. Without knowing his way back and having a light there would be no way for him to make it back before Schlatt noticed he was gone.
"Fuck, I can't. I have to get home before anyone knows I'm gone."
"You can't, you'll hurt yourself. Do you even know your way back from here?"
"No, but I'll figure it out." Before he could take flight you grabbed his wrists, anchoring him to the ground.
"Just stay here and I'll fly you back at first light, ok?" Quackity agreed, more for your sake than his.
The two of you returned to your home, a simple cabin with a few rooms. Quackity slept on the couch and you slept in your bed, though you would've preferred the other way around you knew better than to provoke the stressed man.
As soon as it was light enough the two of you took off, soaring back towards L'Manberg.
When you had finally touched down you were in awe, you had never been here before. Your moment of peace was soon interrupted by a loud voice yelling out.
"Quackity you son of a bitch, where were you." An angry, hungover Ram came stumbling towards you two. Quackity stuttered, trying to find a logical excuse as to where he was.
"I'm sorry sir, he was with me. He was showing me around."
"Oh look at you, what a pretty little thing. Good job on bringing in a new guy Quackity, now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do!" The ram walked off, leaving the two of you standing there.
"Why did you cover for me?"
"You seem pretty cool, plus how am I supposed to see you again if you're grounded by Bambi." The two of you laughed at the mockery.
"How will I see you, I was only able to get back here because I followed you?"
"You're a lot smarter than you think, just allow yourself to relax and follow instinct. You'll find me." You gave the man a small peck on the cheek before taking off, shouting a loud goodbye before heading home.
"That is one gorgeous man."
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I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 1
Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader
Word count: 3,666
Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, and drug abuse. 
Summary: What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone?
You can find Part 2 here.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.
A/N: So, this is my first Harvey Specter fic and I’m obviously quite unsure about it, lol. This might’ve ended up like one big mess, cause I tried to combine a bunch of Harveys I wanted to see. The perfect recipe for disaster, right? Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback, cause I’m also here to learn!!
(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)
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You’d barely stepped out of the elevator when you were met by your secretary that morning. That couldn’t mean anything good.
“Morning, (y/n/n). You’ve got an emergency meeting with Jessica today. Gonna give you the schedule on the way there.” Lucy stated, leading you on the opposite way to Jessica’s office.
“Oh, I got the memo; company’s under attack again. She wants me on the frontlines this time. Louis is probably running around saying ‘We’re at war, people, war!!!’, or something like that. But why aren’t we headed towards the boss’ office?”
“Apparently, uh, she wants y’all to convey at Harvey’s office.” She said hesitantly, as if afraid of your reaction.
“Are you kidding me? It’s the first hour of the morning and she wants me to go see that smug face of his?” You pouted childishly.
“Smug and hot, you mean.” Lucy corrected you, getting an outraged look from you in response, as she usually would by saying anything positive about Specter.
“Shush,” You said, motioning for her to stop talking, “ one shall not praise Harvey Annoying Specter around me.” You stated full of obstination, but the younger woman just laughed you off and said:
“Well, here we are. I guess I’ll just have to send you an e-mail with your schedule, since, once again, we spent our schedule minutes of the day talking about “the enemy”.” She mocked with gestures and everything this time. That Lucy really was a piece of work, she timed the whole thing perfectly, in a way that you couldn’t even repudiate her insinuations because you were already standing in front of Specter’s office door.
Not long after you had entered and Jessica had officially started the strategy-meeting, though, all eyes in the room turned to you, as your phone started ringing in your back pocket. "Shit! I'm- I'm so sorry, guys, I guess I-"
"Can you please take your job seriously for once in your life, (y/l/n)?" You heard Harvey Pain-In-The-Ass Specter rudely remark, as you tried to swallow your embarrassment.
“Well, like I was trying to say, I’m sorry. Gonna turn it off right now, won’t happen again.” You said, directing your apologetic look to Jessica.
“You should just go ahead and answer it, could be something important.” She calmly told you.
“Especially now that you’ve already interrupted our work.” Specter chipped in again, which just gave you more fuel to answer the goddamn phone.
“Hello, yeah this is her.” You confirmed to the man on the phone, while taking a few steps towards the corner of the room. “What??? Are you sure? Oh my God! O- okay, just tell me which one and I’ll be there as soon as possible! Right, thank you.” Everyone’s eyes were on you, trying to understand what made you look so distressed. Except his, of course.
“Wait a second. Are you leaving right now?” He asked with a mix of annoyance and irritation in his voice.
“Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Jessica, but this is a family emergency. I have to go.”
“Well, I just hope you know that this doesn’t look good for you, (y/n).” She said, voice inexpressive.
“I do and, honestly? I couldn’t care less about that right now.” You firmly told her, while hoping your career wasn’t over by the next morning.
“I hope everything goes well for you and your family, (y/n). If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know.” Louis told you with that childish smile of his. Jesus, even in a moment like this, he tried to flirt with you.
“Thank you, Louis. That’s very kind.” You faked a tiny smile.
“Unbelievable.” 
“What?” You asked, turning back to face Harvey.
“Your firm is under attack and you’re leaving because of some stupid family crap?” Was he even serious?
“Precisely. And I don’t really care what your thoughts are on it. Our priorities are clearly very different.” Who the hell did he think he was to say anything about your family’s issues?
“Well, that shouldn’t matter because, the minute you walk in here, through those elevators out there, you’re supposed to leave all things personal behind.”
“Oh, right. I’m so sorry that I’m not some heartless lawyer like you, who’s just in it for the petty fights in the name of money-making.” Shit. You needed to get the hell out of there before you said something else to make Specter wanna kick you out himself. So you did. Stormed out like there was no tomorrow, leaving nothing but the very shocked Donna, Jessica, Louis, Mike, and Rachel behind. Oh, yeah, and a very pissed-off Harvey Specter.
Okay, maybe you were a little too harsh, but given the place you needed to go, to do what you needed to do, you didn't care about Harvey, your job, or anything else.
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It was much later on that same day, around dinner time, that you heard a soft knock on your door. But how could someone be at your door, if the doorman downstairs hadn't announced any visitors? Were you dreaming? Well, the day had been so tiring that that wasn't exactly impossible… Nonetheless, you made your way to the door, whilst holding your very needy three-year-old nephew in your arms. Not that you could blame Henry after the day he’d had.
Since you weren’t expecting anyone, it was reasonable to believe that, whoever it was, was going to be a surprise. But not in a million years would have you ever guessed that Harvey Specter was the one knocking at your door. Especially considering what had happened at the firm earlier. How did he even know your address?
“Hi, (y/l/n). I didn’t know you had a kid.” He stated with a bit of surprise of his own, pointing to the little boy you were carrying.
“No, uh, I don’t have any.” You managed to say, trying to control your shocked expression. “This is my nephew.” You clarified again, a little more at ease this time.
“My name’s Henry. What’s yours?” You heard your nephew ask with his cute child-voice.
“Harvey. It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you, Henry.” Harvey told the boy, holding out his hand for him to shake, as a sweet smile came to his lips.
“Is he your friend, auntie (y/n/n)?” Henry asked you hesitantly, before making a move. The Don’t Talk to Strangers Rule must’ve kicked in his mind. 
Before answering him, you hesitated a little bit yourself, though. Was Harvey your friend? Obviously not, but if he came to your apartment in the middle of the night like this, it was probably because of something important. Work-related, of course. Which meant you’d have to let him in, so you settled for what would be the easiest classification for a three-year-old.
“Yeah, bud, he is my friend from work.” Hearing that, something in Specter’s eyes changed, you didn’t really know what, though.
“Well, then, can he come play with us?” He gave you such a cute look, that you almost said yes right on cue. But you obviously couldn’t. 
“You’d have to ask him, but I’m sure he has a lot of other, more important, things to do now.” You tried to explain to the little boy, giving Harvey a look. But you didn’t get too far, as the lawyer quickly said:
“Of course I wanna go play with you! That is if your auntie’s okay with that…” Now he was mocking you, that was the only explanation.
“Can we play with him, then, auntie (y/n/n)? Please, please, please?” God, what horrible thing could’ve you possibly done to deserve this particular punishment?
“Um, I guess... If he really has nothing better to do-” Harvey didn’t even let you finish your sentence.
“I really don’t.” He said, shooting you and Henry a bright smile that you’d never seen before.
“Okay, then, come in. Please disregard the mess, I got this stuff to make dinner, but someone just won’t detach, right, mister?” You asked your nephew with fake annoyance in your voice, as you tickled his sides a little bit. He just laughed at you. Though what really caught your attention was the fact that Harvey, too, was chuckling lightly at the scene, as he started picking up your groceries’ bags from the floor. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you, what else?” You gave him a weird look because, well, it was a weird situation. Maybe he noticed your discomfort because he added: “You look tired, so I’ll help you by making dinner and putting the rest of these away.”
“You’re kidding, right?” There was no way in hell that the All-Mighty Harvey Specter was gonna get domestic for you, of all people. Since he didn’t bother to answer, you went on: “First of all, what was it that you really came here to do, hum? And, second, I don’t need your help with anything.” Normally you tried to be kind to everyone, but, then again, Specter wasn’t exactly your normal kind of guy.
“Well, first of all,” he started in a tone of mockery, “that was rude! Look at the example you’re setting for little Henry!” Oh God, as much as you hated to admit it, he was kinda right, because you had completely forgotten about the little boy still cradled in your arms. “Second, we can talk about the reason why I came here later,” after your nephew’s asleep, was implicit in his speech, “third, it looks like you do need some help. And, for your luck, I happen to be a very good cook when I want to.”
“But-” You could barely begin your sentence, as Harvey sharply cut you off:
“You see, buddy,” he started, motioning to Henry this time, “the quicker we get your auntie on board with the game plan, the quicker we’ll get to eat and go play together!” Son of a bitch! Using a child to get to you…
“Can we please, auntie? Please?” How could you not crack after that pleading?
“Fine, but I swear I’ll make you pay if we wake up with food poisoning tomorrow, Specter.” You told him playfully, trying to lighten the mood after all of your bluntness.
“Oh, trust me, (y/l/n), you won’t. This will be the best meal you and the young man here will ever have in your entire lives.” He said cockily, but without the usual arrogance level, if that even makes sense.
A few hours and a really great dinner later, you and Henry couldn’t help but snicker shamelessly at Harvey’s ridiculous faces, as the three of you played a game on your living room’s floor. Trying to catch your breath from your giggles, you glanced up at the clock and realized that it was way too late for your nephew to be out of bed like that. So you broke up the game, announcing:
“It’s bedtime for you, Mr. Henry.” You watched the faces of the pair turn into ones of pure disappointment, as they prepared to pout.
“Just a little longer, auntie (y/n/n)! please!” The little boy started.
“Yeah, auntie, just a little longer! Please?” This time it was the grown man, one of the toughest Wall Street lawyers.
“As moved as I am by your synchrony, guys, the answer is a big no. C’mon, bud, let’s go brush your teeth. And then straight to bed. So say bye to Harvey, and thank him for being so nice to us tonight.” He looked between you and Specter as if still hoping for a hail Mary of some sort.
“Bye, Harvey.” He sounded so sad, but then he smiled brightly again, as he repeated what you’d told him to say word by word: “And thank you for being so nice to us tonight.” Hearing that, both you and Harvey chuckled lightly at the young boy, who quickly added: “Will you come see us tomorrow too?”
“Uh, we’ll, uh, we’ll see about that, okay, little man?” He tried to let Henry down slowly but, watching the boy’s expression become a sad one instantly, he added: “It’s just because both your auntie and I have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow, but I’ll do my best, okay?” That was definitely a side of Harvey you’d never seen before, he had even bent down to be on your nephew’s level.
“Okay.” Henry said quietly, seeming to be a little happier, too.
“Okay, then let’s just go upstairs already.” You took the boy’s hand to guide him towards the spare bedroom’s bathroom, all the while shooting Specter a look that told him to wait for you a little longer.
“I’ll wait for you down here.” He said, proving he understood what your eyes tried to transmit.
So you headed upstairs with your nephew and, after a good fifteen minutes of brushing Henry’s teeth, helping him into his PJs, and tucking him in, you finally managed to come back to the living room, where you found Harvey looking through some of your photos displayed on the sideboard. For a minute or two, you just watched him. It wasn’t that you liked what you saw or anything. It wasn’t. It was more like postponing the weird conversation you two were bound to have, because, after all that had happened in those few hours, the atmosphere was, at very least, a strange one. But, almost as if he’d felt your gaze on his back, the lawyer in him was switched on, and he interrupted your thoughts by saying:
“Ah, you’re back. Good, because we need to talk.” You just motioned for him to follow you into your home office. But both you and Harvey looked so informal to be in that kind of environment, that you just indicated the small couch on the wall opposite to your desk for you to take your seats in.
“So, uh, before you even say anything, I wanna thank you for being so kind tonight,” a small smile came to your lips, as you remembered, not only the evening but how your nephew had used almost those exact same words, already imitating you, a little earlier. Specter smiled too, you noticed. “and I also wanna apologize. If you came here to talk to me… I must’ve made you waste a lot of time, huh?” You tried with a half-smile this time, as embarrassment started taking over you.
“What? No, of course not! I'm pretty sure that I told you I didn't have anything better to do, didn't I?" He calmly asked with a smile.
"Yeah, but I'm not buying it. You're Harvey Specter, isn't that what you're always saying? And Harvey Specter always has something better to do, isn't that right?" You shot back in a mockery tone, regaining your confidence.
"Well, maybe. But, not today. So don't apologize, and don't thank me. I'm the one who should be thanking you, I had a really good time tonight." Okay, now you were shocked. He had a good time?
"Uh, okay, um, so... What was so urgent that you had to come here in the middle of the night?" You nervously ranted, while tugging your hair behind your ears. He just stared at you, so much so that you almost repeated your question.
"Um, yeah, about this morning… That's why I came here…" You were already guessing that that would come up eventually, but it was the topic of your conversation? "I know that you and I always had our differences, and maybe even some rivalry-"
"Some rivalry? Dude, I'm just a junior partner, and ever since I started on that firm you've been persecuting me-"
"I wouldn't say persecuting…"
"Oh, you wouldn't?"
"Not since you made junior partner anyways. Now it's just a healthy rivalry between work friends…" He tried to use what you’d told your nephew earlier. 
"Oh, so you do admit you were persecuting me when I was an associate, huh?"
"Shit." He muttered quietly, as you watched him with a victory smile on your lips. "You know what? Hell yeah, I did persecute you when you were an associate." Hearing that blunt admission of guilt, you just couldn't find anything to say. “You wanna know why? I did that because, from the first time I saw you doing your job, I saw this very thing that I see now: you kicking ass, you think I wanted to admit this to you? I’ll answer it myself: no, I didn’t. The only reason why it happened is that you led me to it.” He blurted out, completely knocking you off your socks.
“So, um, you treated, you treat me like shit because, um, because I’m good?” You asked, still unsure of what to think about his confession.
“Well, that was part of it, sure. So, you see, I could understand it when you weren’t particularly thrilled at the perspective of working with me. But, this morning, you said that I’m a heartless guy who only cares about money… Is that really what you think of me?” This time he sounded genuinely sad? When Harvey said that he’d come to your apartment to talk about that morning, you thought he was gonna reprimand the shit out of you for disrespecting him ⎯ your sort of boss, a senior partner ⎯, but, apparently, he was asking about it on a more personal level. A level you’d never really thought played a part in your relationship with him.
“Oh, Harvey…”
“Be honest, please. I don’t want your pity. You don’t even know me all that well, so don’t try to minimize anything. I can take it.”
“That’s not what I was gonna do. And, trust me, you’re probably the last person in the world I’d pity.” You told him with a sly smile. “You’re right. I don’t know you all that well. Or, at least, I didn’t this morning. But I do know that you’re not heartless. Also, I was really out of line then, I’ve seen you fighting tooth and nail for a lot more than just money in that firm. You’re loyal to your firm and friends like no one else and, tonight, I watched you sitting on the floor and playing with a little boy. And, trust me, that meant more to him than you’d ever know, especially after today… Anyways, what I’m really trying to say is that I was so damn wrong and that I’m sorry. I’d gotten some pretty nerve-racking news beforehand, not that that’s an excuse but...” You told him, meaning every word and trying hard to show how much you regretted your previous actions.
“Wait, what news?”
“Ah, it’s nothing for you to worry about, really.” You tried to brush him off.
“Oh, c’mon! You said all those nice things about me, but when it comes to your life and your problems you still don’t trust me, isn’t that right?” His tone was sharply inexpressive, but his eyes showed he was actually hurt.
“What are you talking about? Oh my God, Harvey! I’ve relied on you for a number of cases that I really cared about! I let you in on my apartment! I let you spend an entire night around my nephew! Of course, I trust you!”
“Then what the hell is the problem? You think I’m not gonna give a damn about your family issues? Is that it? Because I am literally begging you to tell me about them!”
“I don’t wanna tell you because I don’t want you, or anyone else on the firm, to think that I’m some pathetic little girl who uses her family issues as an excuse to get out of a tough fight.” You confessed in a lower tone, slightly embarrassed, just hoping he would understand and stop poking. “Things are very different when you’re a woman, you know…”
“I would never think that about you. Family is important. Especially if it’s made of people like Henry…” He said, reassuring you, even though there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “Besides, you said you trust me, so you need to trust me when I say that I wouldn’t betray you by telling people about your problems. I’m not here as your boss, (y/n). I just wanna help you.” He sounded so sincere and, if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda really needed to vent.
“Okay, um, where to start? I have two sisters: Henry’s mother, Kat, and a fifteen-year-old, Lisa. I’m the older one of all three of us. Lisa’s sick, like very sick, so my parents, who are both retired, are with her at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, to try and get her better. In the meantime, Kat was supposed to go to college, as well as care for her son, between my parents and me, she wouldn’t even need to provide for them or anything. But, a while ago, she overdosed for the first time. That’s when we found out about her addiction. We’ve already tried a million different things but nothing works. So, my parents and I threatened to make her lose her parental rights over Henry, hoping that it’d be a wake-up call for her, but it backfired. She just took the boy and disappeared, then today I get that call, from the police department, saying that she was in custody for drug distribution and endangering the well-fare of a minor. They asked me to go pick my nephew and, maybe, get Kat a lawyer.” And, just like that, you’d told Harvey Specter, of all people, everything. Tears rolling down your cheeks and him pulling you into a hug.
If anyone had told you that that was how your night was gonna go, you would have definitely laughed them out of the room. But now, just sitting there, being held and caressed by Harvey, as you let your armor down, it was finally beginning to look like things were gonna be okay. 
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I dont mean to be annoying at all but i sent an ask like 3 days ago and i dont think you saw it? Or you just forgot about it maybe, either way, I hope you're doing better steph 🥰
Hey Nonny!
I get a TONNE of Nonny asks daily/weekly/monthly, so even determining which one is yours without any identifying content is nigh impossible, so I can't tell you if I got it or not. As well, my state of mind coupled with ease of answering determines if I will answer it or not in a timely manner. I have over 600 asks in my inbox, and while I do read every one of them, I feel immense guilt when I don't reply to them. I actually tried to when I first started, and I had to set boundaries because it was affecting my mental health. I am really really sorry... I'm only one person with a full-time day job that I often do unpaid overtime for, freelancing on the side for spending money, and severe stress and anxiety (the same kind that unfortunately plagued my father) so I tend to try to stay off the computer when I'm done categorizing my blog for the day. I have to for my own mental health, these days.
For me, asks are used as content between the daily auto reblogs, so these days I only answer as many as I need to fill the spaces, so usually anything I can "quick answer" are more likely to get chosen.
Other types of asks I get: serious ones seeking my advice on something drain me emotionally, so I can only do one or two here or there. Meta-style asks require me to do some light research. Index asks require me to dig through 8 years' worth of tags. Fic rec asks that contain content that I can make a list for get drafted for later posting, so if it was a fic rec ask, that may be what has happened to it, and it will be an undetermined amount of time before you see it because it's based on how soon I can get a list done for it. Playlist asks are posted in the 2 PM EST timeslot whenever I get them, and one per day until I run out of them. Personal asks that get too personal for my public comfort often get bypassed, as do stuff about gossip, even if I agree with it (sometimes I will answer it if I am in a salty mood, LOL). Testimonial asks get posted right away since they don't require much more than a squee, and hate asks get laughed at and deleted (or occasionally posted if I can offer constructive counter arguments).
I get lots, and again, I am sorry for missing your ask. I try my best, but as I mentioned, one person with a full time job and very rare bouts of free time.
If you let me know which ask is yours, I'll see what I can do. Sorry again Nonny.
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...goddess help me...
This fucking episode. *deep breath* This... This episode is where I'm expecting to get some serious hate. Let me just get this out of the way right up front:
I. Hate. Zemo.
I do not find him sympathetic, or funny, or charming. I find him creepy and annoying. I did not like him in CA:CW and I do not like him in TFATWS. If you are pro-Zemo, you are not going to like my version of this show from here on out. Just find something else to read and don't bother me about it. You've got the actual canon, so go enjoy that.
Got it? Good. Now, on to the main event!
Episode 3: The Power Broker
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First of all, Sam doesn't let Bucky walk in there alone. No matter Bucky's (flimsy and nonsensical) argument, Sam's like "hell no. I go in with you, or you don't go in." The main reason for this isn't to keep Bucky from breaking Zemo out of prison (with decent writing, he would never do that) - it's so that Sam witnesses Zemo taunting Bucky with/about the trigger words. because Zemo is a piece of shit.
Since he doesn't know the full story, Sam is confused, but he files this interaction away to ask Bucky about later. He's listening to Zemo acknowledging that Bucky was "not conscious for most of [his] imprisonment" (which, yes, clearly refers to the time he spent frozen, but can also mean while he was under their control as TWS/"The Asset" - also, key word: imprisonment) and when he calls Bucky a means to an end, Sam scowls, looking ready to go off on him, but he waits. They've got more important issues.
Neither of them entertains the thought of breaking Zemo out for even a nanosecond. He does that shit himself. And literally the only reason I'm sticking with him getting out at all is because I want to address some truly egregious moments linked directly to him in the show. Zemo makes them think he's setting them on the trail when really he's just sending them to his motor pool. Bucky and Sam are confused until they see Zemo in his stolen guard uniform, then they're both angry and want to ship him right back to prison, but he strikes a deal with them: "My help for my temporary freedom. Creating super soldiers cannot be allowed to continue; let me finish my work, and then do with me as you will." He has no intention of going quietly back to prison, obviously, and they're not stupid enough to believe otherwise, but they believe they can keep him on a short leash, so they agree for now. Anything to bring down the Flag Smashers and whoever created them.
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After the title, we cut to Raynor on the phone in her office. She's agitated, fiddling with things on her desk. "No, sir," she's practically growling, "it was disrupted. - Walker did! - It's not my fault your new attack dog got off-leash!" She pauses, huffs, and says more calmly, "No. Of course not. I'm sorry. - Well, I don't see how, with the new Cap strutting around barking orders! - What am I supposed to do? Tell Captain America in front of a dozen witnesses that he can't have his predecessor's favorite pet because we're not done reprogramming him? I didn't see that going over too well. I made a call. - No. No, no, no, we can still use him. The work's not finished, but he still trusts me. He'll be back." A pause as she listens. Angry again, she snaps, "What do you want me to do, shove a tracker up his ass? He'll be back, and we'll pick right back up where we left off! - Don't worry, sir, the Asset will be fully compliant and ready to use soon. I'll make sure of it. - Yes, sir. You, too." She hangs up and tosses her phone on the couch, grumbling, "Dick."
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Cut back to Sam, Bucky, and Zemo getting going on their trip to Madripoor. On the plane, Sam wants to talk to Bucky about what he's learned so far, but doesn't want to bring it up in front of Zemo... until the notebook incident reminds him that Zemo already knows more about Bucky than he does.
After Zemo's line about the list, Sam angrily corrects him: "You mean people HYDRA used The Winter Soldier to hurt." When Zemo shrugs and his response is basically along the lines of "what's the difference" Sam is like "oh hell no."
"Those words you were reciting at him," he reminds Zemo, "what were they, Russian? They clearly meant something. They were supposed to do something. What are they?" "Sam, let it go," Bucky pleads, unable to look at either of them. "It's nothing." "You wanna drown in your guilt, that's fine," Sam snaps, "but make sure it's for the right reasons." He turns back to Zemo, who's smiling at this exchange because he's a monster and thinks Bucky's suffering is fucking funny. "I asked you a question, Zemo. What did those words do?" "They activate the Winter Soldier programming," Bucky grudgingly admits. He doesn't want to talk about it, but he's sure as hell not going to let Zemo speak for him. "Or, they did, before the Wakandans got all that shit out of my head." "It's a shame," Zemo says with a smirk. "Imagine the possibilities that come with perfect obedience." "I think you mean 'slavery'," Sam growls, "and I think you're in the wrong crowd to be looking so pleased about it. Remember that we can send your ass back to prison any time." "Of course," Zemo agrees, but with an arrogant smile that shows he doesn't believe for a second that these two have any real power over him. Still, he bides his time and sits back quietly, watching Bucky fidget with the notebook. Sam turns back to Bucky, seeing his discomfort; he won't let the topic go, though, not yet. He just softens his tone. "So, they 'activated the Winter Soldier'? What exactly does that mean?" Bucky shrugs, still not looking up. "Pretty much what he said - perfect obedience. What little consciousness they left me between cryo and the chair was squashed down, locked away. And I did whatever I was told, exactly the way they told me to." It finally clicks. He'd had his suspicions before, of course, but now Sam gets it. Visibly horrified, he stares at this quiet, broken man, and finally sees the truth of what he'd been through for 70 years: "They stripped away your autonomy. Shit, Bucky, they didn't even let you be a person. That's..." He swallows, looking like he'll be sick any minute. "That's awful, man. I'm so sorry." When Bucky tries to shrug it off and downplay it again, Sam gets angry. "Look at me!" He waits; it takes a few seconds, but Bucky reluctantly looks up and is surprised to see just how upset Sam is on his behalf. "It wasn't your fault. None of it. When Steve said you didn't have a choice, I had no idea... You really, truly had no choice; not even the ability to choose. That's horrifying." "I doubt it would make much difference to the people he's killed," Zemo points out snidely. "Or their families. Let's ask Tony Stark, shall we?" "You shut the hell up," Sam growls. He watches Bucky flinch and make that face - the face he's starting to really fucking hate - that says he agrees with Zemo. Bucky still can't see things the way Sam does; he still feels the guilt and shame, and even when he himself pointed out his lack of agency under HYDRA, it didn't click for him that Sam is right, not Zemo.
It's too much, too soon. Sam sees that and decides to change the subject, to give Bucky some time to process. He nods at the notebook, and they have their little Marvin Gaye debate, where Sam is over the top about it on purpose, because Bucky needs the distraction.
Of course, Zemo ruins it by opening his big mouth again and reminding Bucky of more trauma: his time fighting in WWII. That's why Sam latches onto the bit about Madripoor; to keep the focus not only on the task at hand, but off of Bucky's past that he clearly still can't cope with.
"James... You will have to become someone you claim is gone." Sam is officially ready to throw Zemo out a window. 😂 The only reason he doesn't jump to Bucky's defense again and basically tell Zemo to fuck himself (in a PG-13 way 🙄) is because Bucky's, as Sam pointed out in ep2, a grown-ass man, and because he's just learned how few decisions this poor man has been able to make in his life. Sam doesn't want to come across as another "handler," deciding everything for him, even if he does think this plan is stupid and needlessly cruel.
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At the bar, when asked if he wants "the usual", Sam just casually waves the bartender off like "nah". Zemo already said they had business to attend to, so it's not like anyone would be suspicious that now's probably not a good time to be doing weird shots lol. (wtf even was that? I'm not sure I want to know, but...what part of the snake did he drop into that drink?)
Sam's not an idiot (I'm really so sick of this trend of turning intelligent characters into morons because the writers can't think of any other way to move their plot along) so his cell phone has been off this whole time. No sudden call from Sarah to put them all in danger. There was really no point to that, anyway; Sharon likely would have killed Selby for talking about Nagle with or without the excuse of "saving" Sam and Bucky. I mean, it's not like they know who fired that shot, ever.
"They cleared the Bionic Staring Machine," Sam still jokes, but he follows it with, "and they think he's a mass-murderer." "They think?" Sharon stares at him incredulously. "Didn't he kill pretty much everyone he's ever met?" "Wow." Sam glances back at Bucky. "She really is awful now." To Sharon, he adds, "You met Steve; do you really think he'd have defied 117 countries to protect someone evil?" "He did it for Bucky," she points out. "Let's face it - Bucky could blow up half the planet, and Steve's loyal-to-a-fault ass would still take a bullet for him." "You know I'm sitting right here, right? I can hear you." "Look, I don't think you're evil, Bucky," Sharon assures him. "But I know you killed a lot of people for HYDRA." "I'm not denying it." "He didn't have a choice," Sam snaps, glaring at them both. "But we're not getting into that right now. My point is, the government's afraid of Bucky, and they still pardoned him. All you did was steal something. I'm sure they can be persuaded to see reason." "The day the US government sees reason," Sharon quips, rolling her eyes, "is the day I sprout real wings and fly off into the sunset." "Careful, Icarus," Bucky mocks with a smirk, "the sun and brand new wings don't exactly go together." Then he shrugs and glances at Sam. "But she's not wrong."
At the party that night, it takes a few minutes (grumpy old man Bucky's not sure how to feel about the music lol) but a peek of pre-war Bucky comes out to play: they were told to "blend in", so he dances. At first he's just bobbing around alone looking stoic and out of place, but soon he's smiling and dancing between two attractive people - one male, one female. Sam is surprised, but before he can tease him for it, Sharon comes to get them all. Even she's a little "wait what?" at Bucky having a little fun lol. (recovery is not linear, guys. trauma doesn't mean "perpetually miserable, no fun, doesn't even know how to smile." in my TFATWS, Bucky gets his lighter moments; real ones, not humor at his expense)
When they find Nagle, Bucky's the one who notices and opens the secret door, while Sam keeps an eye on Zemo. Bucky catches Zemo trying to grab that gun; closes the drawer on his hand before opening it and taking the gun away. "Nice try." Nagle tries to get away while there's only one person watching him, but Sam catches him and forces him back into his seat. With a bruising grip on the back of Zemo's neck, Bucky drags him back over to where he and Sam can both keep an eye on him. Nagle is killed in the shootout as they're trying to escape; Zemo still runs off, blows shit up, and comes back with the stolen car so he's not totally useless.
I had no problem with Zemo being the one to kill Nagle; Nagle was the worst and def had to die, and Zemo has never had an issue killing anyone. Where I took issue with this scene was Bucky and Sam being dumb enough to let Zemo wander and get his hands on a gun. Nope. Not happening.
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Anyway, shootout! Explosions! Funny banter! The seat thing, which is my favorite nod to CW ever lol... And then the conversation on the plane...
"You okay?" "Yeah." Sam sighs. "Just thinking." "About how to get Sharon that pardon you dangled in front of her?" He shakes his head. "About how Nagle referred to 'The Winter Soldier Program" like it was some kind of after school club; like you weren't standing right there. And 'the American test subject' like... Like Isaiah wasn't even a real person." He turns to face Bucky, looking angry and weary. "Makes me wonder how many times... How many times are we gonna run around in the same circles before people learn? And how many people need to get crushed underfoot in the meantime?" "Did you really just equate me with Isaiah?" Bucky frowns, not sure how to react to that. "That man is a hero." Sam opens his mouth to say something, but his phone goes off and Zemo approaches at the same time, effectively cutting off their conversation.
When they get to Riga and Zemo tries to guilt trip them over Sokovia, Bucky deadpan reminds him, "Neither of us were involved in that fight." "I doubt you'd have been much help if you were." He shrugs. "Probably not. But I like to save my guilt for events I was actually present for. It's a thing." Zemo laughs. "Fair enough."
Bucky goes on his walk, and meets up with Ayo.
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Shadow From The Window (Leonardo)
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Imagine your scared of the dark and alone, but your sexy hero-in-the-half-shell comes to sleep at your side, after a long partol. Exausted, he forgets how easy you startle, and comforts you.
(SFW but blushy, leaning Fem!Reader/ but also gender-neutral, Bayverse Leo, no swearing, FLUFF, a lil spooky at the start but all sweet and completely handle-able. Its safe 💙)
(So, this is my first official post here and I'm so excited! First of all, HI EVERYONE! I'm so happy to have found my peoples and to be here uwu, I love you all. Hopefully, this brings you comfort to rest before bed, or in the middle of the night. Want me to do one for all the boys? Lemme know!💙)
I am writing this at 2-3 am, after imagining this scenario to comfort myself, settling down to rest. The thought of Leo hiding in the dark, makes the dark a lot less scary. (Tho I decided to write it instead of resting lol) LETS GET IT!
Its 3 am in your studio apartment.
You've been living in New York city for a while now, but its always been a hassle to fall asleep in your own place. That's been the hardest adjustment after leaving home... how scary it can be on your own. Truth be told, you're 'scared of the dark'. Not nescessarily scared of the darkness itself, but the shadows in the corner of the room... the random noises and things that go bump in the night... the mere thought in the back of your mind that something, as ridiculous as it sounds to others, will come and get you once your guard is down.
There you lied, stiff as a board on your back. The covers, pulled up to your neck, as you breathed in and out as silently as you could. Why did you still feel like you had to hide from monsters or bad guys in your own home? "Dang it, y/n..." you sighed, wiping the nervous cold sweat from your forehead, overheating internally from the anxiety.
"WHY... why did I have to watch that horror movie with Donnie?" You thought, internally shouting at yourself. "He said its not scary, that its 'too absurd to be plausible, and thus won't trigger a reaction of fear'. So much for a slow and steady introduction to the genre!"
You should have known when Raph said "Nope, I'm out." Donnie sat there the whole time, laughing at the movie at the scariest and most ill-timed moments... and you recall just glaring at him, teeth chattering, whispering to yourself:
"Yeah, he's cracked alright."
Just because something isn't scientifically proven, doesn't mean it can't happen... or hasn't happened, right?
"Ugh..." you groaned, curling your lips into a gremace, scared your groan was too loud amongst the unsettling silence. "I can't sleep with the lights on again..."
Glancing toward your phone, you noticed a blue light illuminate the screen, informing you that you got a new text. But that blue light... it instantly made you think of the blue-loving turtle you so dearly loved. The light of your life.
'Leo would protect me.'
Ah, that comforting reminder that you would feel so safe in your boyfriend's arms... if only he were here with you.
But... he wasn't. He was probably out on patrol, far away, and unable to come any time soon, even if he could.
"That's it." You said, taking and deep breath and mustering up all of your courage, throwing the covers off and dashing to the light switch.
*flick!* And... everything in the room was normal. It was comforting, but you scolded yourself for not accepting that everything was already secure, and nothing was lurking in the dark.
Everything was still, as you closed your curtains and lied back down in bed.
"Light on it is." You sighed, before the light suddenly flickered by itself.
"Oh crap-" you muttered, taking a gulp, as the power went out. "OH CRAP, ITS JUST LIKE THE MOVIE-"
Now, you felt screwed. You lied as still as possible, for what felt like forever, refusing to close your eyes. Dang it... DANG it!
Grabbing your phone light, you quickly tip-toed to the bathroom, trying to pee as fast as you could, so you could get back to your warm bed where it feels semi-safe.
As soon as you opened the bathroom door, you noticed your curtains flowing and twirling in the night wind. Street sounds from the never-sleeping city below echoed faintly through your widely-opened window.
"My window... is open?" You thought in horrified shock, examining your surroundings in the dark carefully.
You froze in your tracks, as your phone light turned itself off.
BATTERY TOO LOW TO USE FLASHLIGHT, PLEASE CHARGE.
A chill went down your spine, as you stood there in the center of everything, slowly backing to a corner, where you planned to crouch in the fetal position, so you could see all angles of the room for the rest of the night.
You took another step back, and another, before you bumped into a large mass, standing behind you.
'Not the wall...' your brain registered, feeling the heat of whomever or whatever this tall thing was, radiating against your back.
"Hello, beautiful~" A deep voice chuckled, startling you.
Jolting around, you saw a dark, tall shadow, looming before you.
The fear disoriented you, quickly rushing adrenaline through your body, as your fight or flight reacted. You quickly let out a shriek, chucking your dying phone at the shadow and darting quickly toward the window.
The shadow caught the phone instantly, with lightning fast reflex, as a large hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, gently yet firmly pulling you back into the room before you crawled out onto the fire escape.
"WHOA, hey hey! Y/N easy! Its okay." A gentle, farmiliar voice assured, gently pulling you around to face him. "Its just me!"
"L-let go!" You whimpered, still not realizing who it was. "P-please..."
"Hey, its me..." he softly whispered, as your breath began to steady, blinking a couple of times as his identity fully set in. "Shh, sh sh sh." He lulled.
"L-Leo?" You squeaked in disbelief.
The figure slowly leaned into the moonlight, casting over you from the open window, revealing his GORGEOUS, icy blue eyes. Those intense-yet-soft eyes... that you knew and loved more than anyone else's. That comforting, strong, lovingly soft gaze, that instantly reassured you that you were safe.
"Your aim is getting better," he softly chuckled, smirking with his adorable grin. Leo slowly slid your phone before you, onto the moonlit sheets, barely revealing his outstretched, chiseled, manly hands. "I'm so sorry I scared you, love. I didn't mean to... I would never on purpose..."
Leo's voice sounded composed, but also ashamed and regretful, as he became more serious to apologise. He always spoke so softly to you...
"Leo, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I-" you desparately assured, bursting into tears. "I-"
"Hey hey, I should have knocked, or called. I'm sorry I scared you, sweetheart. I thought I would suprise you in a good way, not startle you." He murmured, reaching his large hands out to gently grasp you, holding you in his arms.
"Oh... I'm so happy to see you!" You sighed, falling against him.
"Donnie felt bad about that scary movie, he told me about how scared you were and begged me to check on you." He whispered, with that composed, reassuring voice.
"Oh Leo... you really came." You whispered, sniffling back your tears.
"Of course, my love... I came straight here after patrol. I would have come sooner, but Raph was getting his shell handed to him by this big..." he hesitated, biting his lip.
"Leo?" You asked, wondering why he stopped.
"-You know what? It doesn't matter." He gently corrected, changing the subject.
"What? What was it?" You innocently asked, curling up against his warm, sculpted chest.
You could feel Leo's skin grow warmer with a blush, as he slowly and sweetly welcomed your embrace, holding you close.
"I'll tell you during daylight. Just... sweetie, I'll never let anything bad happen to you, as long as I live. You're safe, whether I'm near or far. Okay, sweetheart?" Leo promised with his deep innocent voice, planting a soft kiss against your forehead.
Suddenly, you heard a generator power on through your front door, and the power flicked back on.
You could at last see him. See his muscled arms around you, and the tails of his worn out blue mask resting against his chest, along side you. His plastron... rising and falling as he took in slow breaths.
Leo was so careful holding you in his arms... like you were this precious, tiny thing, that he adored with his entire existance.
"Hey, you... you there?" He muttered, growing increasingly bashful in his tension.
"I'm here." You gently assured with a smile, before pulling away to examine his handsome face.
Leonardo. Sexy, handsome, justly-confident, fierce leader. This fearless, giant turtle mutant, who was unlike anyone else in the world. His jaw clenched from sudden bashful nervousness, as his gaze shyed away from your eyes. Your stare always overwhelmed him... it was such an intimate thing to meet his eyes.
Leo cleared his throat, as he slowly reached out to your face, ever-so-carefully wiping away a tear from your cheek, watching intently and focusing as he did so.
Over cautiously gentle so he wouldn't risk hurting you with his strength.
"There we go..." he softly whispered in satisfaction, sighing with a relieved smirk.
"Can you..." you began, with every ounce of security and confidence you could muster. "Can you... stay? With me, all of tonight?"
You felt your cheeks blush intensely, blooming red, as Leo bit on his bottom lip. His eyes widened, as he fully realized your question.
"Y-yeah, o-of course I can..." Leo answered, all of a sudden a thousand times more innocent and adorable, intensely flattered and touched that you wanted him to stay at your side. "Uh... I'll... uh-" he began, moving back from kneeling on your bed before you, aimlessly pacing into your tiny kitchen.
Leo usually was so bold and certain, organized and authoritative, when he was on the move.
You recalled how you had seen first-hand how he can lay out the strategy of attack for the boys. He could be flipping into action, or running through the rooftops as he did it, with perfect coordination in his speech and movements. But with you and only you, Leo wasn't able to get the words out when he was this nervous or bashful.
He had a tendancy to overthink things.
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Leo wandered into the cupboard, beginning to steep some tea on the stove as his tongue caught up with his brain.
"Do you want... tea?" He gently asked, clearing his throat.
Such husband material...
"Ah, sure." You grinned, sweetly answering.
You realized how safe and secure you felt now, with him in the studio. You weren't alone anymore.
Leo didn't say much while he prepared the tea. He hyper-focused to distract himself from the nervousness of staying at your place, ALONE with you for the night. He paced around without speaking... doing little thoughtful things, like closing the window and locking it for you, shutting the closet and bathroom door, and picking out the perfect cups for the two of you, from your DC glass cup collection.
(Leo liked the Nightwing one since it was blue, and he always gave you the batgirl one, because you loved purple. He loved it when you would geek out and tell him how those heroes were the perfect couple... it reminded him of the both of you, and hoped that you gushed about him like that when he wasn't around.)
Leo brought the cups over, moving carefully with his eyes on the glass, gently placing one in your hand, and his own at your bedside.
"I"ll sleep right here, beside you." He thought out loud, examining the hardwood floor panels.
"Ah, Leo, you're not sleeping on the ground." You ordered, taking a long drink from your cup.
"Its no trouble," he assured, unlatching and taking off his belt and sword straps, placing them on your countertop. Leo sat down across from your bed, and began taking off his customized traditional ninja footwear, so all that remained were his pants and mask.
Why did this make you blush and get so flustered, the way he lifted those muscular arms over his head? Its not like he's taking anything revealing off...
"Modest like Leo... modest like Leo..." you whispered under your breath, recomposing your wandering thoughts.
He slowly walked up to you, lying you back and pulling your covers over you. Leo gently placed his hand against your cheek, staring deep into your eyes, as a soft smile rested over his lips.
He slowly nuzzled his nose beside yours, cherishing every small movement, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, he pulled away.
You felt your arms involuntarily reach out to him, taking his face into your hands. You both stared innocently into one another's eyes, before you made a bold move, planting your lips against his. You gently kissed Leo's lips, and he kissed you back, in the most respectful, admirable, and sentimental way possible.
Kissing Leo always felt so intimate and special... even as soft and innocent as it was. Leo made the tiny gestures special to you again.
"Leo, would you please... hold me?" You whispered, tightly closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his. "Please, sleep with me tonight."
"S-sleep with-" he panicked, turning vibrant red. For the first time that night, he realized that you were wearing blue pj's... and you looked gorgeous in them. Suddenly his heart began to pound through his chest, as his posture stiffened. "Sleep... together? Like... m-make love together?"
"Ah not like that!" You bashfully assured, unable to hide your shy grin. "Just... sleep together, at least for tonight."
He took a deep breath in, that sounded shaky, like the remenants of your kiss and closeness gave him the chills. The thought of you being together in the most close and intimate form made him overwhelmed, causing him to slightly tremble. Leo invoulintarily giggled, pecking a kiss against your nose, before he pulled his mask off.
"Alright." He grinned, suddenly much more eager and confident, leaning close to you as he set his mask on your night stand, switching off the light switch with a mere stretch.
Suddenly, it was dark again. But, a peaceful dark.
"Will you, Leo?" You muttered.
"Yes." He whispered, so softly and so intimately, gazing bravely into your eyes. "Yes, Y/N."
You beamed with joy, resituating to the side of your bed, curling up and watching Leo with an adorable, excited expression. Leo broke out a nervous, adorable chuckle, as he hesitantly sat down on your bed, realizing how massive he was on the size of it. He downed his tea like a shot, (wanting to finish it as fast as possible, so he could do this soft and intimate thing with you) and clearing his throat. Blushing, he slowly lied down on his back, slowly turning to his side that faced you, and hesitantly placing his hand over your shoulder, unsure of what was too much touch.
You giggled, sliding his hand on your waist, so you could sit up and pull the covers over him. "O-oh..." Leo murmured, stiffening up from his shyness.
This was very overwhelming to him, since he really liked taking things slow and was inexperienced to everything involving romance before you. But... you loved that. It was like everything was new to you again too. It endeared you beyond belief.
You lied on your side, examining his face one last time, as he examined yours, trailing your fingertip across his sharp jawline.
"I really love you..." he whispered, meaning every word.
"I really love you too, Leo." You softly agreed, as you continued to smile.
You and Leo talked quietly for a bit, sweet whispers between soulmates, as you scratched his shell and caressed his shoulders to help relieve his stress and tension. He would slowly drift off more and more, talking less and less, gifting you with tiny, soft, slow kisses, all over your face instead.
You both drifted off to sleep, and slept wonderfully side by side, as safe and sweet as can be, just the two of you.
And, as you found out in the morning, Leo was a total, clingy cuddler in his sleep. Throughout the night, he had nuzzled closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you, until you were cozy against his body, sharing the same warmth.
💙 Sweet dreams.💙
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