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lukam8 · 1 year

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Picasso

(not related to the Scorpion fanfic, and this is a oneshot.)

Being on the Nevermore baseball team was pretty nice... until one of the furs throws a ball directly at your arm, and half of the baseball team tackles you thinking they're playing fetch. The force of the ball actually managed to break your arm, and the literal dog piled thankfully only sprained your ankle. Now you're off the team and bedridden with 2 casts until further notice. Just great....

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"So can you tell me why you have a feather and ink bottle? Not only that but why the hell are you in my dorm?" you asked as she placed the small ink jar on your nightstand, sitting down on a stool next to your bed. You lay with a pillow behind your back, allowing you to sit up with your arm on your stomach and your ankle propped up on a pillow, both arm and ankle in casts.

"Enid suggested I aid you on your road to recovery with a custom of decorating one's bandagedwounds. I was against the idea, but being able to see you saddened by the fact you can't play your sport fills me with joy." Of course, that's the reason she would be here; the girl who you have an athletic rivalry with is making fun of the fact you can't do any sports right now.

You sit up correctly before pulling back your sleeves and mockingly flexing your muscles. "Just you wait, Addams, I'll be back on my feet and kicking your ass in no time."

She chuckles before speaking to you. "I'd like to see you try, now let me be a 'dear friend' and help you." She looks at you, mischief laced in her voice as she grabbed the ink bottle and feather.

Your cheeks puff up slightly as you try not to laugh, letting out a small squeak as she looks somewhat menacingly. "I understand you're against technology and shit but if you want, you can use my markers, y'know." You point to a small rectangular chest behind her; the Minecraft chest had a wooden Minecraft sign above it labeled arts and crafts. She walked over to the chest, opening it to reveal a stash of neatly, organized art and drawing supplies. Wednesday is actually surprised at the fact that you, the athletic asshole she's rivals with, is a neatly organized artist.

"Well, aren't you full of surprises?" Her previous cold and dead expression was now replaced with one of surprise with a surprised tone in her voice to match. Although confident in her skills, the amount of art supplies is actually

"Grab the box with a character that looks like sun and moon wearing jester pants Wednesday." She spots a marker box with stickers of video game characters plastered onto it. She blinks at the box before grabbing it and slamming the chest closed, a painful low crack of wood being heard; You hug yourself as it physically pained you to hear that. Wednesday smiles at your pained reaction as she walks towards you.

"Music and misery to me. Now, how do these work?" You grab the box from her hands as she sits on the stool, observing your every move to learn these new tools. You grab a marker, shaking it to allow the ink that hasn't been used since baseball or swimming season started. A loud pop is heard as you take the top of lf the black marker.

"So it's basically like a pencil, but try not to press too hard on it; It'll mess up the ink and the tip. And if you press it softly but let it sit there, the ink will spread kinda like...", you brainstorm ways on how to explain it to Wednesday Addams. "It'll spread like blood on a cotton ball or gauze." The tip of the black marker presses onto the cast on your ankle. A small black ink spot slowly grows until you remove the tip. "Just like that, think of it as using colored pencils...or in your case, charcoal. My ankle cast will get taken off in 3 days, so you can use it as a practice board or canvas."

"Don't be surprised if I draw your anatomically correct bones all broken...with detailed internals." She paused and looked into your eyes with an evil glint before continuing to speak.

"Be happy I'm even letting you in my room dorm; I would've kicked your ass out a long time ago if you didn't come here to draw ponies on my casts." You flip her off while sticking your tongue out and smiling as she gives you her famous death glare. "But besides that, are you ok with me putting music or a podcast?" She looks up at you before continuing to draw on your ankle cast.

"Just nothing like enid's music or I finish that furs job on your leg." You switch on your speaker on switch to Spotify; you select a murder podcast which was quite popular for its gorey details and its voice acting of the victims and killers. You decide to start on your favorite cold case: The Axe-man of New Orleans.

"Can you get me the crocheting needles and yarn from the chest....please?" You stayed quiet as she stared at you before closing the marker and walking over to the chest she had nearly broken. Wednesday returns with a smaller chest closed with a metal buckle and an ingraved sigil on the top. She returns to creating her dark masterpiece on your ankle cast as you open the chest. You hold a ball of purple and white yarn as you stare into space, deciding whether you should crochet the mushroom yoko wanted or the rainbow unicorn enid wanted. You're broken out of your thought train when you look up and see Wednesday still drawing on your cast. How can you be somewhat bonding with the same girl who overthrew your 2nd place in fencing class and broke your lucky baseball bat? You start crocheting as she switches markers, slowly shading the reds together to get the perfect mixture of blood red ink as it drips from the skull she drew on your ankle. "I'm surprised you're that good, not gonna lie."

"If I could beat you in sports and academics, I can certainly beat you at this." She snaps back at you as the podcast ends with its jazz outro before continuing to the Black Dahlia case.

"That you sure can do Ms.Overachiever." She gives you a side glare before returning to her drawing on your cast. You can't help but stare at her features: her dark eyes fixated on her cast, her black hair in her signature braids, and her pale skin that would make others confuse her for a dead corpse. She's never looked like this when you both would compete in fencing, track, or any other sport of competition. Maybe because most of those times, she's had a deadly look on her face.

"Draw a portrait of me. It'll last longer." You snap out of your trance when she calls you out, your face becoming a blushing mess. A smile tugs in her lips before she falls back to her emotionless self. You look down and focus on crocheting when you realize you've been working this whole time as you stared at her. A small black grumpy cat was in your hands; a quarter of its head was missing as you thought about Wednesday and ways you could finish the plush. You grabbed the white yarn and replaced a quarter of the cats head with an exposed skull. You place the small cat that's about a foot tall on near your left side, hiding it from the goth girl's eyes. You grow confused when a scurrying sound is heard jn your dorm. Wednesday looks down at her feet.

"Why would you bring a first-aid kit to their room?...Enid exaggerated their injuries." She lets out an exhausted sigh before Thing scurried up to your bed, freaking you out a bit.

"Dude, I thought you were a dog this whole time Enid talked about you...crazy." You begin to bond with Thing as wednesdsy keeps drawing.

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A thundering rain rages outside as wednesday finishes her artwork in your cast. It's a lone skull with blood surrounding the jaw bones. She actually smiles to herself, very proud of her work. She realizes you haven't said a single word in the few minutes she's been here. Wednesday looks at your clock as she realizes she's been there for 3 hours. She grabs her backpack as she speaks to you.

"I must be going, I've missed my writing time with your childish art tools. But I do admit this was...fun." The goth girl continues to speak before looking up at you. Thing rest on your shoulder as your head leans toward him slightly, you hold a new plush with your broken arm. The plush of your favorite animal with a baseball hat rests in your arm next to the black grumpy cat with half its skull exposed. Wednesday puts away your supplies before looking at your sleeping figure. Her backpack clicks open as she rumages around for something.

"Thing, wake up it's time to go." The door to your dorm opens as she exits, not before she left a box of her favorite mint cookies there on your nightstand.

"You know they'll realize you took it, right? What do you need with that plush? I know for a fact it's something you don't need." Thing signs as wednesday walks back toward her dorm, the thunder outside being audible from inside Nevermore's brick walls.

"I'm simply borrowing it, nothing less." Thing signs, telling her she said the phrase wrong as she enters her empty dorm room, enid still out on her date with Ajax at the zoo. "I said what I needed to say, Thing. I don't need your punctuation." Wednesday places Thing and her bag on her bed before preparing for bed.

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You awake in your empty dorm, the lamp on your bedside on, and your blinds open, allowing you to see the dark night sky still sobbing a storm. "Wednesdsy? Are you still here?" You spot the cookies on your nightstand and see your clock behind it. Wednesday had arrived 4 hours ago, so you slept for 2 hours when she might've left. You sigh as you smile at the box of cookies, opening them as taking a bite of a mint cookie. The flavor relaxes you a bit as you look around, realizing you're missing the self-plush you had made. Yet the cat you made was gone; there's no way she would've... right? You turn off your nightstsnd lamp and clean the crumbs off of you. The warm heat consumes you as your blanket covers you. The brightness from your phone blinds you before you turn it down to its lowest setting. Clicking from your phone fills your nearly silent room as thunder rages outside with the rain knocking on your window. 'Hey, when you get to your dorm, check if Wednesday stole my plush. If she did, send a pick.' You sent Enid a text as Ajax entered your dorm, yawning a quick hello before entering the bathroom you both shared. The 'sent' at the bottom of your text turns into a blue 'seen'. The texting bubble appears before reappearing with a photo. You blush as your plush-self lays nicely on her black silk bed against her pillows. Your phone vibrates as you receive another text.

'Thatsssssss kinda cute >;)'......You ask for one thing and she attack you for it.

' T///T sthu, she just stole it from me, ok? Make a big deal out of it, and I beat Ajax's ass.' You smile as she immediately starts spamming text, begging you not to hurt her boyfriend. 'Okok I won't, night and tell me how it goes in the morning.' You each text a goodnight before falling asleep. You pull the plush close to your chest as you look out the window, the rain calming down slightly. You fall into a deep sleep once more before your phone vibrates one last time.

'Looks like she really likes "It", doesn't she? :)' A picture of Wednesday appears on your phone for a brief moment, her hands holding your plush like a bouquet; a beautiful corpse bride.

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#wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday addams #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix

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allthefujoshiunite · 8 months

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Sorry I hit the ask button before finishing. My fav trope are age gap ( > 5 years and even more), height difference and teacher-student relationship. Do you have any BL that fits either or mix of the above? I don't mind smut (explicit) but not a fan of pwp (just smut story).

Again, sorry if I'm too demanding, hope you have a good day @allthefujoshiunite 🍀🌼

Aaand we’re back. You literally listed some of my fave tropes there so BOY do I have recommendations! Not a fan of PWP either, so rest assured.

Let’s get this party started ~

Age gap + height difference + teacher/student

Young Bad Education (Dayoo): I fell in love with Mizusawa’s eyes on the cover and bought the volume in Japanese years ago without an ounce of idea what the story was about. No regrets. Young Bad Education and its continuation Young Good Boyfriend will feed your soul. You can read it on Manga Planet (Futekiya).

Hitorijime My Hero (Memeco Arii): This title is a classic so you might have already seen it but just in case. Hitorijime My Hero has an anime adaptation as well (I’m anime-only) and the manga has a spin-off with the side couple as far as I know. The height difference is less pronounced here but if you’re like me and you love delinquents as well, this will be your jam.

The Trees in Spring (Nakaoka Naka): I’m kind of cheating but I’ll do anything to recommend this title! MCs here are a teacher and student, but the teacher isn’t teaching the student, they meet each other in a different way. I have reviewed this title before and take any chance I can get to recommend it, so there you go!

Age gap + teacher/student

Warbler, Sing of Spring (Nago Nayuta): I felt like they don’t have height difference (and checked the first chapter again) but the MCs are always drawn in weird angles so I’m not sure. Another title with the delinquent sprinkled on top. Really enjoyed reading this, Nago Nayuta’s works have a cuteness I like and the uke in Warbler is kind of unhinged xD Love him!

The Neighbor I Desire (Makoto): This one started off a bit weird for me but I can assure you it’s super cute! I have written a review before so if you want more details, here you go.

The Good Teacher (Eeej): Another title I reviewed before. It’s pretty, fun but short and while the plot is not this series’ strongest point, I think it’s worth giving a shot.

Age gap + height difference

Love for Sale (Dal Hyeon-ji): It’s official, you guys. I will literally disintegrate if I don’t recommend Love for Sale, the doctor said it not me. But honestly, do yourself a solid one and read it if you still haven’t. The pinnacle of ultimate goodness. I wrote on LfS before but since the post contaşns spoilers and is more about sugar dating than a review, I’ll spare you the link. On Lezhin.

Love Me Doctor (ANA): Another series I constantly recommended on Twitter and got a couple of unassuming, kind-hesrted people to read it with me as well. Focuses on a university student and a urology doctor he had tovisit for his ED. If you’re comfortable reading a title where a doctor kind of uses his position to get to know a patient and stepping over boundaries, please give it a chance! TOTALLY worth the time. On Lezhin.

On or Off (A1): Can’t say I understood the drama with the artist and the series being wrapped up rather quickly, but I read this popular webtoon with joy! Not as big of a fan as the rest of the BL fans but if youdig these two tropes I think it’s worth checking out. On Tappytoon, but I think TOKYOPOP has released it in print.

Metro (Chika Hongo): This is more of a dramatic title, where a high school student is being touched regularly by the same man on the train and he likes it, until one day he follows him home upon being invited. If you prefer a story that’s laced with trauma and flawed characters, this is for you! On Manga Planet.

Pound Cake on a Sunday (Amida Shizuku): Man this series is SUPER funny that I had to reread today! A father and son lives alone after the mother’s passing and one day, out of the blue, the father starts complimenting the new transfer to the company about how he’s so beautiful or saying how shiny his hair is. Is his father gay? Did he finally lose it? Read and find out! Very different from your usual BL, worth your time!

Bonus - I’m a Dom and I Want You To Stroke My Head (KINACO): Has dom/sub universe (a big fan) height difference as well, but it’s a teacher x teacher pairing.

Whew! Sorry it took a lot of time to write because it’s not so easy to format these posts on the app, it seems. I hope you like my selection and as always, let me know if you liked anything from the list! I’m always eager to know what people think after reading something I’ve recommended. See you around!

#allthefujoshiunite answers #bl manga #bl manhwa #yaoi recommendation #yaoi manhwa #bl recommendation #yaoi manga #metro #on or off #love for sale #love me doctor #the good teacher #the neighbor i desire #warbler sing of spring #young bad education #hitorijime my hero #the trees in spring

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esther-dot · 7 months

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GRRM constantly remind us that Sansa’s breasts are growing and/or are “large” for her age, do you think there’s a reason for that or he’s just a tits man and a weirdo?

Y’all always have such nice things to say about this man. 😂

As much as we're all fans of his work and can offer lots of rationalizations, these questionable choices in his writing are mirrored with weird statements in interviews (link), so I'd say, no matter the explanations we have for specific lines, this is an area in which Martin has not earned our blind trust.

I'm all about “charitable readings”, I offer that to my anons, fellow bloggers, and of course, any author I encounter, so I will offer a bit of that below, but I thought @aegor-bamfsteel's post about the oversexualization of the girls was very good (link), and even when I offer a literary explanation for his choices (as I did here for Dany), that's not to minimize how disturbing I find them. I don't like it at all.

Now! There are a few things that are part of the explanation for this beyond being a boob guy.

Sometimes it's simply part of communicating that Sansa is growing

Sansa tried to hurry, but her fingers fumbled at buttons and knots. The Hound was always rough-tongued, but something in the way he had looked at her filled her with dread. Had Joffrey found out about her meetings with Ser Dontos? Please no, she thought as she brushed out her hair. Ser Dontos was her only hope. I have to look pretty, Joff likes me to look pretty, he's always liked me in this gown, this color. She smoothed the cloth down. The fabric was tight across her chest. (ACOK, Sansa III)

Sansa lifted her arm. She needed a new gown, that was true. She had grown three inches in the past year, and most of her old wardrobe had been ruined by the smoke when she'd tried to burn her mattress on the day of her first flowering "Your bosom will be as lovely as the queen's," the old woman said as she looped her string around Sansa's chest. "You should not hide it so." The comment made her blush. Yet the last time she'd gone riding, she could not lace her jerkin all the way to the top, and the stableboy gaped at her as he helped her mount. Sometimes she caught grown men looking at her chest as well, and some of her tunics were so tight she could scarce breathe in them. (ASOS, Sansa II)

Martin has mentioned talking to women about their first period and tried to incorporate that into writing Sansa's, so I'm sure he also knows how many of us experience unwanted attention around that age too. Therefore, I'm gonna assume to him, this is all part of the female experience and he included it for realism.

2. Sansa is surrounded by pervs. Not only do we have the above with randos, but from early on LF and the Hound sink their teeth in and then of course, Tyrion, and we have Joffrey ordering Sansa beaten/stripped, basically, we have a huge portion of her story just drowning in men who lust after her/molest her, demean her. So, we're gonna talk about her beauty (her body, her breasts…) as part of that. Now, I've suggested having so many adult men lust after her is overkill and a little variety in their perversions would have been a relief, but that was the choice and these are the results.

3. Stumpy has discussed how this is all foreshadowing for Sansa becoming a mother at a young age ie he’s emphasizing her physical maturity and rushing it a bit to prep for what is to come (AFFC Foreshadowing, ASOS Foreshadowing). So potentially, not needless perving, prepping for a future plot. That might horrify you as much or more than him just liking to write about boobs, but Martin has repeatedly stated his belief that in medieval times, as soon as you hit puberty you were eligible for marriage. Even with that belief, a different writer might be a little more…delicate, but Martin likes to lean into the physical reality of his story, it’s part of what makes it compelling, so the guy who writes shitting and vomiting and oddly unerotic sex scenes for the sake of immersion, getting descriptions of these poor girls may just be part of the ride.

4. Sansa is very clearly "the Maiden," (link) but we've had several chapters now where she is also getting “the mother” idea attached to her in a kinda, Virgin Mary reference. @minitafan explained that here, with her foil being Dany (here). That doesn't mean we need details about her breasts, but because of what she represents, a manifestation of peace, calm in the midst of battle, compassion for our enemies, it makes sense to me that Martin would opt to make her physically beautiful too (hence descriptions of her body). She is meant to be someone others are drawn to, even men who seem impervious. It's a bit of a funny little game in which Martin unravels Sansa's expectation that beauty=goodness, all the while showing us, Sansa is that beautiful, inside and out.

My conclusion about most things ASOIAF, its complicated, and I’d say, it’s probably a mixture of everything.

#grrm critical #dot chat

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abstract-crossverse · 2 years

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"Madness Day 2022" [Various x Reader, fic, either platonic or romantic, its up for interpretation]

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Another say, another Madness is what youd tell yourself, and today was a somewhat special day, since it celebrated the day Madness came to Nevada

Well... It wasnt particularly celebration, as it sounds wrong to celebrate a day where many were killed ruthlessly, dont you think?

I guess... Think of it as a day everyone takes a day off, a holiday of sorts, where you all take a break from the constant bloodshed, even the AAHW would take a break from searching for Hank

That is if Hank or Tricky don't get bored enough to kill today. Which thankfully hasnt happened during this day in all the years Nevada has been the warzone it constantly is

It was also surprising because the Clown didnt bother killing anyone today either, nor did it pick a fight with Hank whenever they crossed ways, seems like it made a truce with Hank just for these days in specific

In fact, said Clown was currently sitting on your thorn couch, shaking wildly as always, you and the Four men you lived with standing in front of the clown as it looked up at you, eyes snapping between each as it waited for someone to say anything, bouncing its leg rapidly

You, Sanford and Deimos pretty much had the same stare of confusion, Deimos lit another cigarette with his thumb, taking a drag of it before blowing the smoke to the side. Hank glared at rhe clown, though you could feel the same amount of confusion in his glare

He had a truce with Tricky, and as much as he wanted to thow it out of his home, they promised each other that they wouldnt cause physical damage to each other as long as the other didnt inniate combat, the clown was a violent being but at least it stuck to its word, and Hank really didnt feel like being thrown around today, it was one o lf the rare days he could actually relax

Doc let out an aggravated sigh, rubbing his facial cross under his mask

"Clown, what are you doing here?" He questioned, arms crossed under his chest as the hand rubbing his face would limp to the side, palm up

"CLOWN WANTS TO SPEND MADNESS DAY WITH CLOWN'S FRIEND!!" it yelled, leaning forward slightly as happiness laced its glitchy voice

"we're- not your friends though--" Sanford spoke, though being rudely interrupted by the clown

"NOT YOU FOUR, DUMMY. [NAME]! THEY'RE CLOWN'S FRIEND!! :oD" it pointed at you, which made the others look at you in a small amount of shock, Hank glared at you even harder, you almost felt like he felt betrayed

"... Dont look at me like that, he's a cool guy to hang out with if hes not trying to kill people-" you crossed your arms and looked off to the side

they deadpanned at you, they knew you probably didnt mean to friend the clown, as they knew anyone who showed it kindness a few repeated times it immediately clinged to said person

You were a kind soul amongst many who had 'kill or be killed' engraved in their minds beyond repair, youd still be kind to someone even if they tried to kill you, albeit hesitant

Hank gave a disaproving look but didnt say anything, though it understood why the clown would think youre both friends, your kindness in this hard world could be quite addicting, specially for those who havent gotten a single drop of kindness or mercy for years, he'd know

"but did you have to invade our base? Couldnt you have called them outside or arranged a spot for you both to meet at?" Doc added, looking at Tricky once again, gesturing outside

"I MISSED THEM TOO MUCH, YOU ALL ALREADY SEE THEM EVERYDAY! I ONLY SEE THEM EVERY FEW DAYS, CLOWN COULDNT WAIT!! YOU CANT BLAME ME" it whined, getting up from the couch and immediately clinging to you in a hug in a blink of an eye, you flinched lightly, feeling the clowns arms wrap around you firmly, as well as its hand shakingly petting your head

You just accepted you're stuck now, Deimos groaned dramatically, throwing his head back

"cmoooon are you serious? You broke our door just because youre impatient??" He threw his arms to the side as he looked back at Tricky

Theres was a pause, Tricky staring at Deimos as it and you shook, you couldn't help shaking with it, after all it was holding you basically glued to it's body

".... YEAH" Deimos just looked at Tricky with a deadpan and Sanford facepalmed, shortly after, there was a little ahem coming from the door, you all switched your attention to the door

Jeb was standing there, a few bottles of soda under one of his arms "... Hofnarr said there was a party here?-"

"YEAH JEBBY, IT'S HERE! GIMME THOSE!" Tricky let go of you and zoomed to Jeb, taking the sodas from him "WHERE'S KITCHEN?" you just- pointed at the kitchen's door and Tricky ran passed you to it

Hank turned to the man in white "the clown told you there was a party here??"

"well, yes. And he wouldnt stop pestering me to go, so I gave in.. nothings decorated though-"

"yeah! Because there ISNT one! We didnt agree to have a party here-" Deimos kicked in, throwing his arms in the air

While the boys argued with one another, you and Doc went to the kitchen, where Tricky seemed to be looking all around, you spoke first

"Tricky, bud- did you tell people there would be a party here?-"

"YEA! TO CELEBRATE MADNESS!!"

"T-Tricky- this place isnt supposed to be known!-"

"how many did you invite?" Doc interrupted you, sternly asking, Tricky made a comic thinking pose, then counting on his fingers. You and Doc shared a look of tired dismay, you could hear Tricky mumble

"Coward, Jebby, Rat man, Gilly, Gunners... A LOT OF PEOPLE!!" It looked back at you both, smiling under its mask

Doc took a deep breath, getting more and more irritated by the second

"any.. one we should worry about?" You asked, almost pleading with your eyes that Tricky didnt invite any of your enemies here

"OH! I DID INVITE CHIMNEY SMOKE, ELECTRIC ELL, GOOP MAN, GEOMETRY BOI AND THE BITCHASS FIGURE HEAD!" it said, in the most innocent voice it could muster, you both looked at him wide eyed

"you WHAAAT?!?!" you both screamed in sync, catching the attention of the others, as they rushed over to see what was going on, you think you never heard Doc yell like this before, which even surprised you

Tricky reeled back, balancing himself in a cartoony defense, standing in one leg all shriveled up and covering his head with his hands

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND???!" Doc yelled, getting in Tricky's face, Sanford stepped, holding back by the shoulders "calm down, Boss, what's going on??"

"ah- Tricky invited almost everyone in Nevada for this 'party' he's throwing here." you explained, "including Auditor, some other guys, and Phobos."

now it was time for the boys to get mad, Hank marched up to the clown, grabbing it by it's jacket's collar and lifting it up "HEY NO! REMEMBER OUR TRUCE FOR TODAY, NO VIOLENCE ALLOWED!!"

Hank glared at it, shaking it roughly, it wasn't really violence if it didn't injure, that's his thought process at least, Tricky made a rattling sound, like shaking a rock inside a metal can "Hofnarr, what in the world?? why would you invite them? you know we're against them!" Jeb butted in as Hank finally stopped shaking the clown

"ITS A PARTY! AND ITS OFF DAY, I THOUGHT IT'D BE UNFAIR TO LEAVE THEM OUT OF THE PARTY!"

"THERE'S NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE A PARTY HERE, WE DIDN'T AGREE TO THAT, AND NOW WE'LL HAVE TO MOVE. AGAIN." Deimos yelled, throwing his cigarette on the ground out of anger, stomping on it to put it out while grumbling, Sanford was also annoyed, a grimace on his face as they'll now have to deal with most people who hate them, hopefully they'll also have the mentality of 'no violence today' for this party

"good lord now we're going to have to deal with them, if Christoff's already here, who's to say they're not already halfway here?-" Doc rubbed his temples, annoyed "could we just, yknow- tell them there was a mistake and that there is no party?" Deimos suggested

"NAH-UH!! WE'RE HAVING THIS PARTY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" Tricky yelled, Hank dropped the clown back on its feet, your buddies groaned and sighed

Doc began to give out orders, as their 'guests' could be here any minute, at least they'll have a plan "FINE- fine... but if we're going through with this let's at least make this a decent-looking party.. Tricky, since this was your idea, you get to decorate, but don't go overboard. Jebediah, since you don't live here, can you be in charge of getting snacks?-"

"I CALLED STEVE HERE, HE'S BRINGING HOT DOGS! AND GIL'S BRINGING BURGERS!!" the boys looked at Tricky with confused looks, you looked at them with a deadpan "Hotdog Vendor." you simply said, they let out an understanding sound, Tricky looked at them in disbelief "YOU REALLY DIDNT KNOW HIS NAME WAS STEVE?-" "no time for that, you can be upset about it later, Tricks. what else, Doc?"

"alright, still, Christoff, if you can cook anything, and if we have the ingredients, go for it." Jeb nodded, knowing he had no way out of this situation, he already went to the cabinets looking for ingredients and Tricky zoomed off to get decorations

"as for you four, start packing your things and leave them in the truck, Sanford, once you finish packing come help Christoff with the food, Hank help me load the things in, [Name] and Deimos greet the guest. k go go gO-"

And so, you all scrambled off, Doc rushing to the room he had the makeshift medbay in and you four rushing up to the 2nd floor of the building to your makeshift rooms, you had to room with Hank since there were only two rooms, and the duo refused to part. thankfully Hank wasn't that bad of a roommate, you just- woke up sometimes to him staring at you, either staring you down beside your mattress or from his own, it was a little odd but you didn't dare say anything about it, you also found out he sleeps with his mask, bandana, and goggles on, or maybe he just didn't want you seeing his face, which was completely valid

but it's not the time to think about that, you have to pack your things fast before people start coming in

god Tricky, what did you put us into

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thankfully you all didn't have much going on in your rooms aside from most weapons, this wasn't the first time you had to move locations in a hurry, which was good because you were able to load the truck with your stuff pretty quickly, only the medbay was taking a bit longer

Sanford was currently in the kitchen helping Jeb with the last of the snacks they were able to quickly make, and meanwhile, you and Deimos moved the broken doors aside so they wouldn't just be on the ground as people came in, Tricky did a pretty good job on the decor too

black, red and grey balloons around the corners, some paper springs on the ceiling and a big banner on top of the kitchen's entrance saying 'HAPPY MADNESS DAY 2022!!!!!!' inrg red, as well as an identical one on top of the front door

you just wondered where tricky got more couches??? once you came downstairs there was an L-shaped couch around the one you already had, which was also turned to the L couch, as long with two solo ones, and a few metal chairs near the walls for the ones who didn't want to socialize on the couches, he also replaced the tv table with two dining tables lines on the wall for the food

Gil was the first to get there, with multiple bags of burgers on his green arms, Deimos immediately lighted up from his grumpy mood upon seeing the Zed G03LM, rushing over to him with a greeting and helping him carry the burgers inside, the zed slurred a 'thank you' as they went inside

you just finished setting up some towels to look more presentable on the tables as they came in, Sanford and Jeb also came out with the homemade snacks they managed to make and placed them on the table, you walked to stand near the door to greet the next guest went Hank and Doc rushed past you to get to the back of the house to load the last things from the medbay in the truck, almost knocking you over accidentally, Doc chocked a 'sorry' as they left view

you just chuckled, this was a mess huh? at least things were done in time before most of the guests came in, the Hotdog vendor was next, still in his usual apron as he brought his whole ass cart with him

you greeted the man with a smile, who returned the same, he liked you, aside from Tricky you're the only nice client he has, though he's pretty sure Tricky is only more behaved towards him to get hotdogs faster since Steve didn't bend for rude clients

"Hey Steve, glad you could make it!" you said with a wave "Sup, [Name]! good to see you too-.. what happened to your door?-" "Clown." you simply replied, gesturing to the broken doors to the side of the house

Steve chuckled "well isn't that convenient? then I don't have to take the cart inside, could you help me take the dogs inside and hide the cart under the doors?-" "I CAN HELP! I CAN HELP!" Tricky zoomed beside you jumping excitedly like a little kid, making your clothes swoosh a little with the speed he came with-

the hotdog man laughed at Tricky's excitement, accepting the help, the clown immediately rushed off to grab a big plate for the hotdogs, coming back just as quick as both of them began loading the plate

you looked behind them and saw the well-known cowboy coming your way, you began walking to meet him halfway, he tipped his head at you and smiled "howdy, [Name], real nice seein' ya, I ain't late, am I?"

you chuckled at his accent, it always amused you "good to see you too, Sher. no, you're actually pretty early, you can get going inside."

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and bit by bit, more and more Guests came along, first came some familiar faces, Skinner, Dave, Q-bert, Bossman- all in the same ride, then came the Gunner Twins, Crackpot- hell even Garrett showed up,

everyone was already inside by now, chattering and laughter around the room as Tricky chatted with Garrett, Crackpot and Steve about Slaughter Time, Hank just stood in the corned talking to Doc and Skinner leaning on the wall as Deimos chatted with Gil, Sanford and the rest eating and chatting near the tables, this reminded you of the past when Madness wasn't a thing

when everyone wasn't constantly trying to kill each other, the so-called Madness Day was a breath of Fresh air honestly... though you were still missing a couple guests, so you were just standing against the front door waiting. Jeb came up beside you, crossing his arms over his chest

"taking a breather?" he asked, leaning on the wall beside you "ehh, that and waiting for Auditor and co." Jeb sighed aggrievedly "gods.. why did he invite them, they were constantly trying to kill us."

you chuckled, giving him a jab with your elbow "because it would be fair for them not to be invited on an off day, remember?" you recalled what Tricky said earlier, you got a small smile from the older man, he sighed

"... this is oddly peaceful.. it almost feels wrong..."

"I know, right? it's so weird not having to fight for your life against these guys..." you thew your head back, gently bonking the back of your head against the wall, hearing the laughs from inside flood your brain, they actually seem like they're having a good time

silence fell among you both, as you just waited for the last ones to come, feeling the breeze hit your face as you occasionally looked around the land, eventually, Jeb broke the silence

"... [Name], may I be honest with you?"

"sure, what's up, old man?" you joked, looking at him with a grin, he shot you a glare before softening again, looking out at the land and shaking his head with a small smile

"you know, since you came along, things have been a lot more interesting... not much different from a world standpoint but- since I met you, things have been.. different."

"Really?"

he nodded "you brought some light to darkness, it's clear the others like you, you're a pleasing presence, kind, calm and playful, I honestly hadn't seen the four ever really smile as much as they do around you- well, I can't tell for Hank, but I can for Deimos and Sanford, and hear a smile in Doc's voice when you talk to them."

you almost teared up, smiling at him over the sweet words "oh.. Jeb.. that's-"

"Fucking ridiculous." you yelped as you were suddenly picked up, and placed on a broad shoulder, looking down, you realized it was Phobos- now you're damn confused

"Phobos?! you fiend, put them down!" Jeb pulled out his sword, pointing up at Phobos "do not point my own sword at me, Jebediah, I was there when it was made." the Director pushed the sword to the side with his hand "and remember, no violence day, Christoff~" he grinned behind his bandages as Jeb glared at him, hesitantly putting away his sword

"thank you for your patience, by the way, I was quite busy." The Director looked up at you, satisfied that at least someone was decent enough to wait to greet him "ah-.. of course, Director, welcome... May you put me down?-"

Phobos nodded, putting you down and walking inside, you and Jebediah suddletly felt a chill down your spines, you looked in front of you, four cores in different colors decended from the sky, taking form shortly after

The first was Auditor in all his red flaming glory;

Then the blue core, who seemed to have a water like consistency, although you could see what looked like glitches around it and deep blue eyes, they looked tired; you had asked Jeb before about them when you were able to, you recalled this one was called Conductor

The next was the white core, they seemed to have a more geometric or blocky take to its form and white eyes, seemed the more neutral looking of them; you think this is Deliberator

And next was the pink core, who has a goopy like consistence, though while it formed it seemed to fog in your vision, sure they looked a lot more softer then what you initially saw, they had bright pink eyes, look smug and ready to cause chaos; this must be Stygian

Jeb sighed, looking annoyed at rhe four "so you finally decided to show up..."

"oh shut your trap, Christoff, we arrived right at the time the clown gave us... [Name]." Auditor greeted you with a nod, which you returned, he began to walk inside with his friends, the other three waved at you as they passed you and Christoff

You waved back as Christoff rubbed his face "this'll be a long gathering..." You groaned, you laughed softly, hearing Tricky begin to play some music

"tell me about it... Lets get inside before they break tradition and start killing each other over something dumb." You began heading inside, Jebediah couldnt help but smile a little at your remark with a puff from his nose, soon walking inside as well and deciding to join Tricky on the speakers, faintly hearing Phobos talk great shit about himself as always

He thought back on what you two were talking about earlier.... This feels normal.. even with all the interesting faces of those who won their concequences from their actions.. it still felt mostly normal again, no violence, no madness, no fights.. at least physical ones for today

He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips, until Tricky walked to him

"HAPPY MADNESS DAY, JEBBY!" it exclaimed, handing the other a drink... It had its mask around its neck and back, a drink in its other hand... Was he wearing his old glasses...?

Christoff stared at his friend for a moment, before chuckling and smiling at the Clown

"Happy Madness Day... Hofnarr..."

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lydias--stiles · 1 year

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hell yEAAAH hello

a combo of 1 & 8 perhaps? 👀

1.Small kisses littered across the other’s face. + 8. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

(regency au)

Miss Julie Molina was the daughter of the Duke and Duchess Molina, the family that has ruled over the duchy of Los Feliz for decades. They lived in an estate just outside of the city, and while Julie enjoyed lounging around the sprawling acres of lush, green land, she loved discovering the little nooks of LF. Chaperoned, of course.

Everyone knew who Miss Julie Molina was. As the eldest daughter, she had become of age and was planning to marry in the coming years. Her father, widowed a few years back after her dear mother passed away, hoped her first season would be a succes.

Julie, on the other hand, felt nervous. She had her best friend Felicity — Flynn, for friends — and her younger brother Carlos. That was it.

And... well, Luke Patterson, of course. Though she wasn't supposed to admit that.

Luke lived in the city as the only son to a working class family. His mother was a seamstress and his father a carpenter. His father was invited several years ago to the Molina estate to create a new dinner table for the dining room, when he coincidentally brought his son along for an extra pair of hands.

Julie had never experienced it before: that exhilarating punch of her emotion in her chest. She'd hidden around the corner, half-obscured by thick curtains, peering at the pale boy with strong shoulders and a pleasing countenance. He must've felt eyes on him, as he had suddenly turned around and had stared right back.

And that was the beginning of the end, really. It was sort of unescapable.

He had no title and was of no discernable rank, yet Julie was enamoured the moment he spoke to her. Kind, yet teasing; bold, but respectful. And handsome. Very, very handsome.

She made him laugh, all his teeth bared, and they discussed new musical talents from the West Coast when his father took a break for tea. While she played the pianoforte, he played the classical guitar. The question to play together danced at the tip of her tongue, but ladies of polite society didn't ask such things. They were seen, not heard.

Luke had known, somehow. He had smiled, curious, and said: "It's a shame we don't get to see you play, Miss Julie."

He had kissed her hand after the table had been installed, bidding her goodbye in a chivalrous manner, but the words he had used — "I hope we meet again, miss Julie." — had stuck with her. Her lace-gloved hand had burned when he let go.

And they did meet again. Destiny played cruel jokes with them, as the two continued to find each other at town's square, at the market, during a promenade with Flynn, and later, behind the carpentry.

Strict and sheltered children made the best masterminds, Flynn always said, and so Julie managed to shake off her chaperone and slip in the alleyway that led to the back of the wood shop. Luke waited on her there, a surprised yet intent expression on his face.

Luke impressed her with his incredible guitar technique and musicality, humming along. She didn't recognise the song. He wrote it himself, he later confessed.

The cotton skirt of her empire waist dress fanned around her as she was perched on a block of wood. "You should be a musician as your vocation, then," she said.

He sighed, placing his guitar down. "My father expects me to become a carpenter, like him. If he had more sons, I'd be able to do whatever I want, but..."

She understood. Had she not been the eldest, she would've been freed of the burdens of responsibility as well.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Miss Julie," he replied, wry.

"Julie," she said. It surprised both of them. She hadn't meant to say that, but she did. Her heart hammered high in her throat.

His brows raised. "I can use your first name?"

Julie swallowed back her nerves. "Yes. Yes, you can."

A brilliant smile lit up his face, like she'd just given him the greatest gift. "Then you can call me Luke," he said.

It continued to spiral out of control from there. Her chaperone began to turn a blind eye to her friendship with Luke, but stayed closer now, just in case. The marriage season neared, but she ignored it and spent as much time as she could with Luke.

One afternoon, her chaperone had gone to the bathroom during her meeting with Luke. Without missing a beat, he had asked, "Julie, can I be blunt?"

She smiled. "When are you not?"

"What's the end goal?" He looked her square in the eye. "Of us?"

The question shocked her. She'd frozen, hands gripping the porcelain cup of tea as the fear of ending this ran down her spine.

"What?"

He stood up and slowly walked towards her. She didn't move, anticipation of the unknown keeping her in place. She didn't know what she wanted of him, but she knew she wanted him close. Standing up as well, she had to look up to meet his eye. They shimmered like emeralds in the golden hour.

"I won't lie to you, Julie, your attentions have..." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Have taken me. I- I am infatuated by you. But I know that you are the daughter of a Duke, of marrying age no less, so..." Averting his burning gaze, he uttered: "When does this end?"

A flabbergasted Julie didn't know what to say. No one had ever confessed to her before. No one had ever shown affection. Men either saw her as a nuisance or a prize to be won; not like Luke, who bared his heart and expected nothing in return. Or perhaps, an answer.

"I..." Her breath shuddered. "I don't know if I..."

"Feel the same?"

"If I am able to stay away from you."

He paused. Time suspended in that moment. Any second now, the chaperone would return and they'd never have this again. Slowly, a trembling hand reached for her soft cheek. She allowed him, smiling when the rough skin made contact. They were callused and scarred from carpentry and music, and she loved it.

"May I...?" he began.

She nodded. "Yes."

Luke didn't wait. Pulling her in, his lips slanted across hers and she felt the warmth of the tea they'd been drinking. Julie sighed. This. This was what she always wanted. An ardent kiss by an ardent boy. Curling her arms around his neck, she kissed him back. It came natural to them.

She thought that was all that could happen — she has only seen Lords and Ladies kiss on the mouth at weddings — when her knees turned to pudding as his lips gently ghosted her cheeks, her temples, her forehead, her ears. Everything burned.

"L-Luke, what—"

"I adore you, Julie," he whispered, leaning his head against her with a huff.

She kissed him again, hard, clutching the lapels of his jacket and feeling his heart beat fast against his chest. Before he could return the favour, she pushed him back and let go. A startled Luke gawked at her.

"Wha—?"

"Goodbye!" she exclaimed.

Julie rushed out of the alleyway with her heart in her ears and her head discombobulated. Her fingers fluttered against her mouth. Her first kiss, taken by Luke Patterson.

The boy didn't follow her, which allowed her to lean against the brick frontage of the wood shop and catch her breath. No one had seen her.

Oh God, what has she done?

"Miss Julie Molina?" Her chaperone appeared from the neighbouring shop, concerned.

The flustered girl gasped. "Oh! Hello, Kayla."

"Are you all right?" She turned suspicious. "Did something happen?"

"No," she quipped and forced a smile. "No. I'm all right. Let's go home."

And that was the last time she saw Luke. The week after their kiss, the marriage season started, where all eligible girls of high society came together to find their match and marry. A match Luke could never be.

Tonight, the duchy hosted a ball, but Julie wasn't feeling up to it. Her father had been confused by her odd behaviour, wondering why she wasn't putting herself out there and putting her years of etiquette lessons and finishing school to good use. Had she never met Luke, she might've been able to send simpering smiles at the eager men, but none compared.

Standing in front of her mirror, she watched as the maids pulled her into a lilac dress.

"It looks beautiful on you, Miss Julie," Kayla complimented. The Lady's Maid held a pair of earrings up to her face and Julie nodded, agreeing to wear the golden ones.

"Thank you, Kayla." She mustered a smile and slid her hands across the silk fabric. "I like it, too."

Julie Molina would play the part her father and society asked of her. She would make him proud and marry well. But she hoped, prayed, as a servant opened the doors to the ballroom for her, that Luke would find his way to her.

That her final kiss told her she'd wait.

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kiss prompts

#juke #i love the regency era #jatp #jatp fanfiction

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inventorymessblog · 2 years

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reye-chan · 2 years

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For the artist asks: 4, 7, 13, and 30? :)

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

lacey clothes -- i keep putting characters in lace knowing i'll regret it later because it never turns oit exactly how i want BUT I STILL WANNA DO IT ANYWAY

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

watercolours 😍

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

kentaro miura was a very talented artist but i will never read berserk

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

anything ALiCE related

coming up with the faeries from LFS' designs on the fly with literally nothing to go off of and the book not even being done

not present on this blog anywhere but before getting a tablet i drew everything with a mouse on mspaint and made whole pics pixel by pixel (it's on my devart, look at my l4c folder for some real shit from bapy me)

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capricioussun · 1 month

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I am not.taking questions at this time. Thank you.

#that is a joke of course. but don’t ever look at me again also #/j…#I’m going to throw up maybe I don’t like my art but it’s the only way to see my GUYS. my boys. my sweet and lovely Freaks #sorry I didn’t sleep well and it’s making me feel like that I hauve covid tweet #anyway kissing him kissing him kissing him #in a platonically nature d way of course I’m just unwell about him in a different way #lf lace #lovefell #snow and hail #I forgor some things but that’s okay 👍

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kifu · 6 months

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I made a chicken yesterday, but I never actually saved the lacing layer before my computer crashed. So I'll probably not continue this project because it was done in fervor of getting these few colors out alone. Like, my lines are saved, but eh. I wanted candy corn, too, which is barred black laced gold.

But those four laced varieties alone are some of my biggest future goals in cochins (none of them exist, esp in lf): buff laced, blue laced red, lavender laced silver, and candy corn (not depicted).

#chicken rant #kifuart

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sunlitmcgee · 2 years

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for the prompts: “It looks good on you" w/alliumduo? :D

#12: It looks good on you. TWs for vague descriptions of gore/body horror/violence, as well as themes of guilt/regret and a brief mention of s*lf-harm. Nothing too graphic. This just takes place a little after chapter 81, and poor Ranboo is still a bit shaken up over it. It's still 95% fluff, tho :D

A giggle came behind the changing room curtain. Ranboo’s eyes turned to see what it was all about.

“Tommy?” He said, smiling like an absolute idiot. “Are you okay? Do you need help with anything back there?”

His voice was laced with sugar. Being around his special flower always made his head feel like it was full of the stuff. Tommy was just so sweet. It was almost enough to give a guy cavities!

A light voice called back from behind the blue silk wall. “No, Ranboo. I do not need any help w’th gettin’ my clothes on. Go fuck off and pick up some grass.”

Ranboo laughed. “Hehehe, o-kaaaaaaay! Sorr-yyyyyyyyy.”

He heard Tommy give a bothered and indescribably adorable “hrmph!” before the room fell silent. Ranboo’s smile was stretched wide enough to make his cheeks ache. He turned to one of the tables to occupy himself for a minute or three.

It was snowing outside.

Ranboo could see the white flakes flutter past where they fell by the nearby window. The world outside the mansion was foggy and glowed a pale white-gray. The sun’s glow could be seen faintly through the thick clouds overhead, but when he glanced out to look at the backyard that this wing of the mansion overlooked, all he saw was a cloud of mist that swirled where the greenhouse was supposed to be.

It was bound to start hailing.

He dreaded to think what Foolish would say when he learned they had yet another busted window. But that wasn’t important.

Sounds of fabric being shuffled came from behind the curtain partition. Tommy had been over for a few hours. He came to visit so he could help with some interior decorating that Ranboo was working on, picking out what flowers went best in whichever vase, but really they’d just spent most of their time together goofing off and blasting out some Neil Cicierega.

Ranboo was the one that suggested they take a break and retire to the fitting room. He wanted to let Tommy relax after what happened last week at that one therapy session. Tommy had been really tired since what went down in that prison cell, which was in his head inside of a nightmare inside of some acid-trip dream sequence mind-meld astral projection type deal.

He still shuddered when he thought of those bodies.

Of his body.

His own corpse, always melted and mutilated, floated in a shallow black sea a million times over for miles on end. He knew it didn’t mean anything. Not anymore. Tommy had moved past all those ugly, hateful, jealousy-induced feelings and was perfectly fine with him.

That didn’t change just how dirty Ranboo’s scales felt when he remembered what he’d seen in there.

It wasn’t Tommy that made him feel that way.

It was just something that came with seeing that sort of thing. Something that came with being in the mind of someone you loved more than words could tell, seeing their pain played out live before you, seeing them claw themself open while they scream and you’re helpless to do anything to stop it.

It was natural to feel sick about having seen your own corpse.

It was even more natural to feel sick when you realized that for the most part, it was somewhat your fault that those feelings had begun to manifest in the first place. Tommy wasn’t a violent person. Tommy only had feelings like that when he was left to rot on his own and got replaced without a single thought.

Tommy would deny, deny, deny that it was an issue until the day he drew his last breath. He'd long since forgiven them both for how selfish they had been.

Tommy had always been too good for this world. For this server and everyone in it. He was just too forgiving…he was just too good for his own damn good.

We don’t deserve him. We never have. We’re lucky he even wants to be near us after everything we did. Or everything we didn’t do.

He’s a blessing.

Oh, Ender. How can we ever deserve him? How can we ever even try?

A sigh escaped the enderian. These were the kind of things he’d have to bring up sometime with Puffy. She’d tell him something nice to make the guilt go away a little. She’d also give him hell for having that guilt in the first place. That was always pretty funny, if a bit embarrassing.

From behind the silky curtain, Ranboo heard Tommy cough as he set the shirt he was looking over down and turned back towards it with a wide, friendly grin. “You sure you don’t need any help? I can get that zipper for you, if you can’t quite reach it!”

His hopes of any zipper-based affection were dashed in an instant.

“No, I got it!” Tommy said loudly over a metallic zzzzt!

“Ah, okay!”

Ranboo rubbed his hands together eagerly. Tommy had picked something very pretty out to try on today. Everything looked pretty when it was on his treasure, sure, but Ranboo was still very excited to see how this particular piece went when paired with his sweetest little allium.

His eyes remained fixed on the curtain.

Something pressed against it and made the sleek silk shine when it caught the dim gray light. There was a faint clatter when the metal rings that held the curtain slid quickly along the curved golden rod, and as the sheet was parted and the small space beyond revealed, Tommy stepped out and dusted the top of his shirt while he eyed Ranboo from a few paces away.

“So?” He asked softly. “Does it…does it look alright?”

Alright?

It looked perfect!

Tommy had selected a long-sleeved sundress with a light purple skirt. The skirt was pleated and designed to swoosh outwards whenever its wearer moved. It had a white pattern along the edges, one that consisted of tiny daisy flowers and small, flora swirls that were in the shape of blooming vines. The top of the dress was pure white and designed to resemble a fluffy overcoat.

Ranboo felt his knees turn to goo the second he laid eyes on the blonde. How was he supposed to reply? How was he supposed to speak? Speak? Speaking? Talking? Like, with fully formed and somewhat clear words? Who that? Who is she?

He stood there in dumbstruck silence and struggled desperately to make a response. “I…it…it looks good on you, ⌇⍙⟒⟒⏁ ⏁⍀⟒⏃⌇⎍⍀⟒.”

Tommy rubbed his left sleeve and didn’t seem very sure. “Really?”

He was blushing.

Ranboo’s flower was blushing.

Oh, be still, his stupid little gay heart!

Ranboo moved quickly and ran up to join the blue-eyed avian. His arms were around Tommy in an instant, and in a moment’s pause he had him lifted up a few inches in the air and hugged closely to his chest.

He couldn’t help the purr that escaped him. He just simply couldn’t.

Tommy squeaked when he was moved so suddenly. “AH! Ranboo, what the shi-”

He stopped when Ranboo began to gently sway.

“...you’re like…a big idiot cat…big idiot puppy dog cat…just…just a big dumb dummy dumb-dumb kind of boy…why do you smell like cinnamon?”

Ranboo’s heart turned to mush right then and there. This instant was eternity. Tommy was the sun itself, warmth and honey and light and bright and beauty and goodness all wrapped up in fine lilac silk with a cotton blend around the chest. He smelled like peaches. He was everything to him.

“Ooooh, sweet booooooy.” Ranboo could only croon while he snuggled Tommy close. The boy wiggled in his arms to very little avail.

“Ugh…” Tommy sighed once he finally gave in. “Idiot.”

Ranboo’s purr continued to sound as they stood in the sweet gray sunbeam.

#HWHBH #drabbles #tw blood mention #tw self-harm mention #tw violence mention #hwhbh!tommy #hwhbh!ranboo #hwhbh!alliumduo

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