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icollectyoursins · 3 years

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Kira Yoshikage x Fem!Reader Hand Fetish First Time NSFW

Anon said: "Ok but I love your work oml. Could I request a nsfw KiraxReader? Something where she and Kira have had a kinda vanilla sex life up until now, but during sex she decides to take control and realizes Kira has a hand kink and is actually into it? With lots of praise for her and degradation for him if possible 👉👈"

Once again, tumblr tried to screw me over with this one. Wrote 700 ish words, saved and then wrote another 400-500, clicked somewhere on my mouse pad and it closed the draft. I was nowhere near the close button. Tumblr. Do better. Auto save posts. And then my browser closed out of nowhere while I was trying to rewrite it. Fun, am I right?

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WARNINGS: Mostly sweet kisses, breast play, hand fetish/kink (both parties), praise, oral (cunnilingus/vaginal and hands) choking (Kira receiving as well as reader at the end), degradation, teasing, riding, cream pie.

Word Count: 1523

Gentle lips trailed down your body, leaving kisses wherever they could. A light gasp left your mouth as they press into your soft breasts. Kira hums in appreciation, using his thumbs to massage into your hips. He wraps his mouth around your nipple, tongue swirling around it. You arch into his touch, letting out a pleasant moan.

Satisfied with the state he’s left you in, he lifts his head up, bright blue eyes looking sweetly into yours. You bring your hand up, cupping his cheek, watching him seemingly melt into your touch. More kisses were placed on your palms and fingers, gradually getting more feverous with every passing moment. You chuckled. He’s always been a little weak to your touch, it was sweet really.

You couldn’t count how many times you had watched him get distracted from whatever he was doing as your hands drift over his sides, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Or how often he came home from work, clearly stressed about something. Without fail, you would walk over to him, gently brushing your delicate fingers across his cheekbone. And without fail, he would lean into you, lavishing your hands with gentle kisses until he felt better.

Though, it never quite lasts as long as you wanted. Kira’s kisses had always been special, but when your hands are in his; when his lips are brushing against your palm, there’s a rush that surges throughout your body. He always seems to notice this and cuts things off before you have the chance to make sense of the wave of feelings. You begin to wonder what would happen if he stayed. What would he do?

Your mind begins to wander as he continues to decorate your palms with his lips, gradually moving down to your collar bones. You feel his hips roll into you, sending you further into your fantasies. Images of his mouth wrapped around your thumb, enveloping it in warmth. A moan dances over your lips. The image changes to him cleaning something off your palm, but it’s only there for a minute.

“You’re so good, (Y/N).”

He breaks you out of your daze, moving his attention lower and lower until he’s hovering above his genitals. Kira places a delicate kiss above his prize before diving in. His tongue licks a long stripe up from the bottom of your vag then up to your clit. You keen, lifting your hips up into his mouth.

“Don’t move, (Y/N)-that’s it. Stay right there. So beautiful.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he kisses into your plush thighs for a moment, basking in the warmth of your skin. His lips return to your wet folds. Your hands run through his blonde locks, careful not to mess his hair up too much. The hum he lets out vibrates throughout your body, encouraging him more.

Kira’s eyes roll back into his head as your fingernails graze against his scalp, setting his nerves on fire. His hands dig into your hips a little more rough than he normally would, attempting to shift his focus to something other than your hands. He knows his nature all too well and has been trying to avoid it, not wanting to lose you just yet. The grip on his hair gets tighter as he hits a nerve in you, one finger slipping in, pushing on your sweet spot.

“Oh!” You cry out, not caring about his hair anymore, just wanting him to- “oh! There! Yes, yes, yes!”

The same dialogue is running through his mind as your hands tease him more, threatening to push him over the edge. His boner is almost painful now, pressed into the mattress. He moans again, losing himself in the moment all too quickly.

Suddenly, he pulls back, practically throwing your hands off him. Too soon. Not yet.

Kira catches his breath while you catch yours, avoiding your gaze. You lean up, bringing your hand back to his cheek. The desperate moan he lets out surprises both of you, wrapping his hand around yours. His breath is heavy. You’re so soft. So warm.

“Kira?” You whisper his name. Very rarely have you seen him like this, so riled up. Normally, he would leave, but your touch has him under some kind of spell. What would happen if you push him a little more? The images of him from before return to you, hanging in front of you, tempting you. You graze your thumb over his lips, testing the waters.

A desperate, breathy moan rips through his throat and he leans in further, holding your hand close.

“Do you like that?” You ask.

“Oooh~ yes,” he moans. You think for a minute, then decide to turn the tables.

“Get on your back,” you order, gently pushing on his neck, forcing him to lean back.

“What.” He looks at you a little perplexed, but there’s something in his eyes, some kind of spark that urges you to go further.

“I said-” you drove him further back, letting your voice drop into a more serious tone “-get on your back.”

He complies, hands drifting to your hips, helping you situate yourself on his lap. God, what a temptress you were, turning him on like this. You rocked your hips back and forth, teasing the tip of his cock with your slick folds. He loved it. Your hands squeezed a little more, watching his eyes roll back in bliss. You don’t know what came over you two, but you were thankful. Not that your sex life was boring by any means, but seeing him so-

“Uuuhnn!~” He moans loudly, matching the movement of your hips.

Submissive. It makes you wish you had done this sooner.

“Not so fast, dear.” You coo, brushing his cheek with your free hand. “Be good for me and stay still, you can do that, right?”

“Yesss.” Kira hisses. Control was what he did best, of course he could stay still. You moved your hand again, this time, gently raking your nails down his chest and he moans loudly again. Maybe he couldn’t control himself. You were so close, mere centimetres away from pushing him over the edge. “M-mooorrre.”

Your thumb glides up his chin, settling on his bottom lip. He opens his mouth, expecting you to put it in, but you don’t.

“More? Tch, greedy.” You smile down at him, slowly replacing your thumb with your index and middle finger. “Open.” He obeys eagerly.

With your free hand, you reach behind you, positioning his cock at your slick entrance. Slowly, you slide your fingers into Kira’s mouth. At the same time, you spear yourself on him, relishing in the way he stretches you perfectly. You both moan at the combined feeling, basking in each other’s warmth. His tongue swirls the underside of your fingers, setting your nerves on fire.

His fingers dig into your thighs, nails no doubt leaving crescent shapes in your skin. The confidence he had in his control was quickly fading the more you pushed your digits into his mouth. You rolled your hips forward, equally losing yourself in the newfound pleasure. Why hadn’t you tried this before? The feel of your fingers, enveloped in warmth affected you more than anticipated, leaving you with an ache in your core that was quickly satisfied by his length pushing into every sweet spot you had.

You wanted more. You bring your unoccupied hand to his throat again, watching his eyes roll back into his head.

“Do you like this, Kira? Do you like when I take control like this?” He groans under you, unable to contain himself. “Who knew you could be tamed this easily? I would have done this sooner if I had known it would have made you such a mess.”

That was it. That was all he needed to break. Your hips rocked just so, causing you to slip, pushing down on his neck more. Kira saw white as he pinned your hips to his, keeping you still while he quickly unloaded himself in you. Slowly, you pulled your hands back, watching his face as he came down from his orgasm. He seemed to be stuck in a perpetual state of bliss as you massaged circles into his collarbones.

Finally, he came back to you, satisfaction painted all over his face. He traced a delicate finger over your cheekbone before cupping it in his hand. You nuzzled into it, basking in the warmth. Then, his thumb trailed over your lower lips just like yours did before. You enjoyed it for a moment, then realized what he was doing, shooting him a shocked look. Playfully, you try to pull away, not wanting to get trapped, but he was too quick, grabbing hold of your neck and pushing you back while he sat up.

He was still between your legs as your back pressed into the mattress. Kira’s eyes seemed a little darker now.

“Did you really think you’d get away with that, (Y/N)?” He pressed his lips into yours, biting the lower one gently. You had a sneaking suspicion it was going to be a long night.

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goonandfightme · 3 years

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Numbers Pt.1

After a particularly horrifying case involving a serial killer starving his victims, Spencer Reid of the BAU relapses into old habits as past trauma resurfaces. The team slowly catches on as Reid falls further into his eating disorder and addictions but will they be able to help him before it's too late?

Pt.1 Concentrate

Trigger Warnings - EDs, drug use and addiction, child abuse.

Spencer Reid knew he has a problem at age 10. He had a routine, and once Spencer Reid had a routine it became part of him. He would wake up at 6 am, ensure his mother was asleep, pick his outfit for the day. His messenger bag would be packed with textbooks, notes and pens. He would brush his teeth, shower, then get dressed He went through this mental checklist, these motions were fluid, practised and precise. The clock would read 7:30 am, he would leave the house to grab the bus to go to school. High school. He was two years short of graduation, his mother had insisted on it, he was smart, he was special, he could be anything he wanted, he could have anything he wanted.

He would leave his lunch behind.

He would get picked on, laughed at, kicked, bruised all too easily, then go home. If his mother was lucid, he would have a proper meal, if not, whatever he could reach from the cupboards. He was malnourished, the corner of his lips cracked from b-vitamin deficiency, the rims of his eyes white from anaemia, his hair messy and breaking. People only knew him as his shadow of himself, no concerns were raised.

He would complete his homework, lay on his bed, his heart would palpitate, his world would spin. No one noticed, his grades hadn’t slipped, he never participated in sports. No one noticed.

His alarm sounded; it was 6 am. He started again; his lungs screamed, his heart pounded, and his headache came back, he always had a headache, but Spencer Reid had a routine, and he would stick to it. He went to check on his mother.

--Present Day--

It was six-thirty and Reid was getting ready for his day at work, removing his pyjamas while he waited for the shower to heat. The top came over his head easily, it was baggy, it was more than a couple of months old, it didn’t fit him anymore. He looked forward towards the full body mirror, tossing the clothes into the hamper, his face was thin, as it always had been, even when he was a healthy weight he’d always struggled with his figure. Brushing his hair out of his face he looked closer running his fingers over his features, saw how his eyes were more hallow, he pulled the lower lid down the reveal the ghostly white colour it had become, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced and painful to press against, his jaw slightly sharper in contrast to how he felt. His hand dipped and traced over his ribs, he could count them all, name them if he wanted, then his hand lowered to his wrist. His thumb and middle finger enclosing the joint, measuring how far he could raise it, whether it would come past his elbow, would it fit past his bicep. It stopped just after his elbow and he squeezed as if trying to rip his flesh after, from the bone, the white marks lingered across the already pale limb.

“White marks that last after applying pressure to the skin suggest poor blood circulation, common among those with anorexia nervosa.” There was no one there to hear him but when he was alone, he liked to talk aloud it helped him think through things slower, it helped keep him calm. “It also causes the exterminates to become cold and discoloured,” he looked down towards his feet. He removed his trousers, the shower warm and producing a numbing white noise as Reid continued his routine. Checking how each bone moved under his skin, thin, grey and translucent. He had so much more to lose.

“Grey skin indicates poor blood oxygenation, which can be caused by anaemia, a low level of iron within the blood that prevents red blood cells from delivering oxygen effectively. A common symptom of malnutrition.” He breathed out slowly to calm himself as he turned on his heel to enter the shower, it was much warmer than his apartment, the floor cold and unwelcoming, he was always cold anyway. He made quick work of scrubbing down his body, no longer wanting to look at it, feel it. He spent longer on his hair, it no longer sat right, it would always fly away as it became more brittle, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the longer-haired look but it suited him, made his face slimmer, so he kept it.

Reid turned the tap off and jumped out as quickly as his legs would let him, he swiped his towel off of the rack and placed it on his face, holding the weight in his hands as his head stopped swirling, then used it to finish drying himself off. He walked back into his bedroom where his clothes laid neatly. He placed on his underwear socks and trousers, a cream shirt and striped tie, a thick soft orange jumper to go with it, then blazer, then belt, he tightened and placed it through the newest punched hole. It was a nice belt he didn’t want to get rid of it. Checking that the apartment was in order and that everything had been done, everything he needed was in his bag, he picked up his keys from the dish and left after briefly sorting his hair in the hallway mirror.

It was another day at the BAU for Reid. Walking over to the staff space he started the kettle and placed his bag down, he retrieved his favourite mug and placed three teaspoons of coffee in. Once the water was boiled he filled his mug and let the thick scent waft through the air, he grabbed the sugar and poured, originally he would have counted the spoons of sugar but decided that cutting out the middle man would save time, he was slightly late as it was. “Want some coffee with that sugar?”

“Had a long night, need something to keep me functioning” Reid retorted as he turned to face Morgan who stood behind him placing his lunch in the fridge. “Nice one pretty boy, what was she like?” Morgan smiled. “Not that kind of long night,” he picked up his bag and walked towards his desk before Morgan had a chance to reply. He slouched down into his seat while taking another sip of his coffee and reached down to grab a file from the bottom of his desk drawer and after rummaging for a while he found it. A wave of nausea hit and Reid lent forward over the desk to stop his stomach from protesting, his body wasn’t used to this level of starvation. He’d lowered his intake from 700 to 500 yesterday, it was taking time to adjust.

The BAU hadn’t had a case for over two days so the team was catching up on all paperwork that needed doing, anything that had been shoved in draws to be forgotten was to be finished and filed.

He opened the file and glanced over the first page, thumbing over the papers to spread them out. Emily Moore, aged 25, died of malnutrition after a serial killer had starved her to death. Reid placed his right hand beneath his chin and ran his thumb over his mouth as he traced a finger over the outline of her body and closed his eyes. That was four months, two days and three hours ago that case started, and it was four months, two days and three hours since Reid had relapsed. He could see them still so vividly, all of them hung up like puppets, so skinny and frail. He still couldn’t bring himself to finish the file.

“Reid?” Hotchner asked, Spencer, opened his eyes to see the team filling into the meeting room as Hotch stared at him from across the room. Reid quickly snapped the file shut and followed behind everyone else, Hotchner joining the line afterwards. Spencer enclosed his hand around his wrist to help his heart stop beating as fast. It calmed him down, he didn’t even realise he had done it. Hotch was absorbed in his paperwork.

Reid sat down next to Morgan in his unassigned assigned seat as Gideon began the brief and Reid for one of the first times since he had met Gideon, didn’t listen to him.

I shouldn’t have had that much sugar, how much did I have, right, the coffee cup was about 5cm in diameter so that means the area of the cup was five multiplied by pi, then to find the volume of sugar the cup raised about 1cm.

“The victim was found face down lying in a pool of her own blood.” Gideon turned to the board displaying pictures of the woman.

The volume of sugar would be 15.7cm squared, which equates to about 25 grams of sugar which is 80 calories.

“Nothing was left at the crime scene, but her hands were bound with what appears to have been some sort of rope shown by the burn marks.”

“Could have suggested the killer was physically weak, needed to restrain her to get his way” Elle interjected. “Judging that the unsub took the rope it probably means he also brought it, premediated, definitely an organised killer,” Morgan added.

Why didn’t I just measure it out it would have made this so much easier, I’ll round it up to 100 just in case.

“Local police teams have already sectioned off the scene,” Hotch added, “alright but why call us, nothing about this case seems extraordinary, seems like a run of the mill homicidal rapist,” Elle questioned while looking to Gideon. “Well,” Gideon started.

If I can get home by 8 pm I can burn off that coffee, wait no if I run home then I can leave later but still burn it so if I have the 500, well now I can have 420 no 400, then I can-

“Right let’s go, the jet leaves in half an hour.”

With that the team all stood up abruptly, creating a whirlwind around Reid that made him snap out of his thoughts, his head and eyes darted around the room trying to figure out what was happening. He jumped out of his seat to follow everyone out but was stopped at the door.

“You alright Reid?”

Spencer spun back round to face Gideon who was looking at him, seeming to expect an answer. “Sorry, what was that?” Gideon's face became stern as his eyebrow slightly lifted along with his chin, he was not just looking at him, he was analysing. “I just wanted to know if you were alright?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine” Reid frantically looked across the room trying not to meet the other man’s gaze, “I’m just going to go grab my stuff” he stated while starting to walk backwards out of the room, pointing behind him with his thumb. “Uh yeah, see you on the plane,” he turned almost bumping into JJ “sorry JJ I uh didn’t see you sorry,” and with that, he took off to go grab his bag.

JJ turned to Gideon with a questioning look. “Keep an eye on him” was all he said before also going to grab his bag. Gideon wasn’t a man to say anything unless he was sure unless it was important, but he was worried. His intuition was screaming at him that something was wrong, but Reid would be at least three steps ahead if he didn’t want anyone to know. Damn profilers.

They had all swarmed into the jet and had taken their seats. Reid lay in the long seat reading a book, but not at his normally inhuman speed, it was slower, only just noticeably. Hotch sat next to Gideon reading all the information they had on the case thus far again, making sure nothing was missed. Gideon watched. They were sat at the other end of the plane with Reid’s back to them, the other team members preoccupied with their activities.

“Something’s wrong with Reid.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look at him.”

Hotch looked up from his papers and looked towards Reid, Gideons line of sight hadn’t wavered since he sat down. Hotch looked back from Reid to the man next to him. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s anxious, jumpy, overreactive,” Gideon still looked over to the boy and Hotch joined back, “I asked him this morning after the brief, he didn’t turn his back to me once until he was out of the room.”

“He was being defensive, wouldn’t turn his back on the perceived threat,” Hotchner added, “he knew the answer but couldn’t tell you, he looks at you as a father figure you know, he doesn't want to disappoint you”

Gideon paused, “he probably does, he doesn’t know much about his father,” he said shaking his head, they sat and observed in silence.

“He’s not turning pages as quickly as he normally does,”

“He’s not turning pages as quickly as he normally does,” Gideon repeated, “how’s his paperwork?” he finely looked away from the younger man. “Still exemplary, maybe a little less than normal but handed in on time, it hasn’t suffered any more than anyone else’s while we’ve been busy.”

Gideon nodded “somethings eating away at him, I just don’t know what.” There was a pause.

"There was one file I never got back."

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Reprisal: Ship Request

Author’s Note: Hello! I have recieved another commissioned piece! This time it was a Ship!! So excited!! So my ships are not open unless they are commissioned! More info will be posted below! I will send it to the person’s inbox personally lol But the request info is below!! I hope you all enjoy! I like doing these!

Warnings: None

Info: 1) i play the cello, piano, and am trying to get a violin to learn that as well :D i love classical music 2) i like to draw and paint, although i rarely have the time to do so 3) cleaning. this isn't really a hobby, but it is something i enjoy, so i'll count it as one! i love organizing things (esp. my room), as well as cleaning my belongings (just cleaned my shoes today!) three things i love about myself: 1) i love my hair! i'm korean, and i have what a lot of people think of as 'east asian hair'--pin straight, black, and shiny. 2) i'm almost always there for my friends and family, and that's something i pride myself in :-) 3) i think i have a pretty good sense of humor--it's pretty quick and witty, but i make sure that my jokes never cross any lines or hurt any feelings ! if there's anything else you'd like to know / need, please let me know!

Pairings: Geralt x Reader

I ship you with Geralt

Reason:

Geralt is a witty guy himself and granted he doesn’t show it, I think Geralt enjoys the arts. His best friend is a master of them after all.

The Meet:

It was rare you were commissioned by a King, especially during a time of war, but there you were. You sketched the tiny prince and princess of Novigrad diligently. They were hard subjects, neither of the little nuggets wanted to stay still, and their mother didn’t really do her best in telling them to mind. “Could you please look to the window?” You asked, removing the long straight black hair from your face. You’d pinned it but rarely had it done any good, your heavy hair tended to have a mind of its own.

The doors opened, and boots thudded against the stone boots as the silver-haired man moved across the floor. You knew of him; every person across the continent knew Geralt. He swung the burlap sack over his shoulder, dripping a black liquid behind him with every step.

“Could you make a bigger mess?” You said. The blood stopped in front of your canvas now, pooling next to his feet. You glanced up. “I guess you can.”

“Am I bothering you?” His voice was deep, so deep, you barely understood what he was saying.

“Care to not grumble under your breath and move it along?” The was a subtle amusement in your voice. Geralt rolled his eyes, but he returned a wry smile and rolled his eyes. “Go now.”

He scoffed and continued to walk, swinging the bag over his shoulder and spattering the blood across the canvas onto your work. “Apologies.”

“Oh, you owe me now.” You planted your hands firmly on your hips.

“It’s an honor to be in your debt.” Geralt called over his shoulder. “Perhaps I can pose for you as a reprisal.”

Your face tinged with heat. “That will be fine.”

“If you are finished flirting, the king will see you now.” The guard said.

The Ship:

Geralt made an effort to see you after he ruined your painting. First, he brought you fruit from the nearby market and kept you company while.

He entertained the two children and cut your paint time down by hours, and for that you were grateful

Geralt was captivated by you, and for him, that was a rare thing. He asked you to travel the continent with him, and to his surprise, you told him yes.

It’s funny you love cleaning because Geralt has a knack for being a tad bit messy. You clean things up, and he trudges in blood and guts from some recent kill, and you never get mad. His genuine happiness to see you each time he comes through the door trumps all of that

He loves your music, and he loves that you love music. He doesn’t tell it to you often but oftentimes you playing music is the only way he can sleep, he knows for sure that you are safe and sound.

His favorite thing about you is your dedication to your family, he likes how you have grown close to Ciri and even Jaskier, who plays music and writes songs with you every chance he gets.

The relationship with Geralt includes:

Hand holding while walking through obscure fields of flowers,

Sex under the stars because sometimes you are not going to have four walls,

Adventures and sporadic campfire ballads

A breeding kink - for sure, done deal

Fights about little things but him always cracking first

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#henry cavill fics #geralt x y/n #geralt headcanon #geralt imagine #geralt x you #geralt x reader #witcher ships #laketa j writes

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lil-creatorwritings · 4 years

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Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020 Day 4: Secret

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Isabella Leatton (OC) Word Count: 1,799 words Prompt: [ dance ] / [ “I’m not going to step on you this time, you’ll see.” ] Warning: None, I guess? It is more of hurt/comfort though. A/N: Part of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's Napoleon Birthday Prompts 2020. Check the original post here! So, this fic was suppose to be done... 500 words ago. Or 700. I'm not sure. But the point is, my muse has gone off into a tangent again and so here we are. This wasn't suppose to be a hurt/comfort, but it had ended up that way. I was not prepared to hurt my dear Isabella like this, but the muse wants what she wants, and I cater to her whimsical ideas. I am but just a vehicle for her literary visions. Anyway, enough about that nonsense and let's get into the fic, shall we?

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It was eerily quiet. Napoleon closed the door, yawning as he made his way through the foyer. He'd woken up late today as usual, but to his surprise, it wasn't a pair of soft lips that greeted him awake. It was a gloved hand and Sebastian didn't say anything more than a greeting and that pancakes were freshly made and ready to eat downstairs.

She wasn't there in the dining room when he arrived. The others who were there didn't know where she was either, saying that they hadn't seen her this morning either. Isabella had been acting strange these past few days, avoiding him whenever he tries to spend time with her. There was always some sort of excuse that took up most of her hours, only seeing her again at dinner and before they settle down for bed. And even then she would fall asleep relatively fast, murmuring about how tired she was before drifting off on his chest.

Not only that, but it also seemed that she was hanging out with a few of the residents a bit more. Once, he spotted her speaking to Arthur with a hushed tone, cutting their conversation short as he got closer to them. There was also a time when she entered the music room, her presence making the piano keys stop in their tracks and resume only when she left. Neither of those bothered him at first, not until last night when she mentioned about her sore ankles.

Normally, he was not one to push. He knew that people would open up about it in their own time if they chose to do so. The only thing he can do in the meantime is to give support and wait until they're ready. But this was different.

What could she be working so hard for? More importantly, why is she keeping it a secret from him?

Since no one knew where she was, he started his search in the mansion. A quick sweep through the second floor revealed that she wasn't there--she would leave the door slightly open to signal where she was if someone needed to locate her. The garret was empty and so was the training hall and the thermae. By the time he finished combing through the gardens, Isaac was waiting for him by the gate to head into town together for their little school.

When they returned, the lobby was just as empty as they left Since dinner was still a few hours away, Napoleon decided to head to his room to lie down for a bit. The sound of voices from the game room didn't interest him until he heard her laughing, her words muffled from the thickness of the door.

He didn't bother to knock. What he found was rather unusual, given its occupants. Arthur was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed, a seemingly innocent bystander of the scene unfolding in the middle of the room. Isabella was in Leonardo's arms, her hand clasped in one of his and the other resting on his shoulder. The taller man's free arm was around her waist a little too snugly to his liking, an exasperated look present on his face.

Comte, who was standing close to the two, looked at him with a curious look. "Is something wrong, Napoleon?"

Resting a hand on his hip, he did his best to school his features and sound casual. "No, but I need to talk to Isabella about something if you don't mind."

"Hm, I suppose it is time for her to take a break. We can always continue later if you want." The painter reached to ruffle her hair slightly, chuckling when she pouted and ducked to get away from him.

"Geez, Leonardo! Did you have to mess up my hair like that?" She walked over to him, smoothing down her hair as she approached. "What did you nee-oh!"

Napoleon took her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room, leaving the three men behind to exchange glances. He didn't stop until they entered his room, bringing her into his arms as soon as the door was shut. She let out a surprised yelp, tilting her head over the strangeness of his actions. "Napoleon? What is it?"

Nuzzling in her neck, he took a deep breath of her scent and sighed. "I haven't seen you for days."

"That's not true. I wake you up and see you at night during dinner. We even head for bed together."

"I meant that we hadn't spent that much time with each other."

"I guess so. There's quite a bit of work to be done around the mansion."

"That's not it. I mean... it feels like you're avoiding me."

"Avoiding you? Why would I do that?"

He looked up at her, thinking the same question. "That's what I want to know. Because even when I try to catch you at a free time, you're suddenly headed somewhere else or talking to someone else about something. And the next time I saw you, you were with the other residents and having fun with them. Without me."

"It's not like we were doing anything wei--" Isabella paused, observing him before she tilted her head. "Wait. Were you... jealous?"

Ah. So that would explain the heat swirling in his chest earlier. "Don't change the subject. This isn't about me."

"I'm not trying to."

"So why are you avoiding me but acting the same with the others?"

"I'm not avoiding you nor am I favoring spending time with others over you. And that's the truth." Her eyebrows knit together as her mouth pressed into a thin line, her voice taut with restraint.

Napoleon guided her to sit on the bed, kneeling in front of her. He recognized that look on her face--it was that look she gets when she's trying to shut off her emotions. Taking a deep breath, he clasped her hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I know that something's troubling you." When she didn't budge, he continued. "I don't mind how long we have to stay here until you're ready. But I'm always here for you."

A quiet moment passed before she sighed, her shoulders dropping from their uptight position. She cast her gaze down on their joined hands resting on her lap, fingers idly fiddling with his. "You remember that party we were invited to a couple of days ago. The one where we danced and had almost bumped into another couple on the floor."

He nodded. It was a thank you from a nobleman that he rescued a week ago. The man was a jeweler on the way to deliver a client's commission when he was coerced into an alleyway to be robbed. He had noticed just in time to disarm the thief of his knife and took him to the nearest police station. Before he left, the man had promised to reward him with something and received a letter of invitation to the party the next day.

"When you went to talk to the nobleman, I heard a couple of women talking about how clumsy I was. It wouldn't have bothered me as much until... they started saying how it made you look awful. How they would've made for a better dance partner. How I... wasn't fit for someone like you." She swallowed, her voice faltering into a soft tone as she tightened her grip on his hands. "I told myself I'd learn how to dance properly so that... I can prove them wrong..."

Napoleon knew that there had always been a conflict in the back of her mind, something in the vein of 'being a good enough match for him', or rather, who he had been when he was still human. It was never said out loud, but there was no need--it was moments like this that spoke out for what she truly felt. She's the one who's most aware of her flaws, always trying to cover it up one way or another and fix it on her own. That sort of independence was something he admired but also detested, especially when it led her to this.

Moving up beside her, he guided her head to his chest and caressed her hair. "Isabella," he started, feeling her weight as she leaned into him, hands gripping on his shirt. "it doesn't matter what other people think or say. The only thing I care about is you and I'll always love you for who you are."

She trembled in his embrace, overcome with the meaning of his words. To whose standards is she not right for him, he will never know, because the sole opinion that mattered to him was his own. He loves her entire being, faults included, and she loves him with unadulterated affection. That was the only truth they needed.

It took her a while to look up at him, hazel eyes misty with unshed tears as she nodded. "Thank you."

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he waited for her to compose herself before asking. "So, you were asking them to teach you how to dance?"

"Yes, Napoleon, I was." Isabella let out a tired laugh, taking a deep breath before nuzzling in his neck. "I've been asking them in my spare time."

"But Leonardo doesn't know how to dance."

"The one teaching me is Comte. He insisted that I practice with Leonardo earlier to test how much I've improved."

"And Arthur?"

"He saw it by accident once and was just there to gawk and poke fun at us."

So that's what it all was. He felt a bit silly to be so worked up about it. "Why didn't you ask me to help you?"

"I would have, but I wanted to surprise you. I was going to show you that I wouldn't step on your feet next time." She wrapped her arms around him, lifting her head to look up at him. "Were you jealous though?"

He pouted just a bit. "No."

"Really? I could have sworn you were when you barged in the room like that earlier."

"That was just your imagination."

"Oh, I see. And you searching for me throughout the whole mansion earlier was just Vincent's imagination?"

"Yes." Napoleon smiled, relieved to notice the ache in his chest has disappeared. She shook her head at him, chuckling softly as she rested her head on his chest. Leaning backward, he collapsed down on the mattress with her on top of him.

"I know they're expecting me soon, but can we stay like this a little longer?"

"Of course." He kissed the top of her head, his hand already running up and down her back. "As long as you need."

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #isabella leatton #napoleon birthday prompts 2020 #this was suppose to be a jealous!Napoleon fic but theeeeeen turned into this lolol #i guess this wasn't the opportunity to pull out the jealous boyfriend trope lolol #another time then! xD #xposted on ao3

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part 5

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part 4

Some time passed after you and peter almost kissing and you tried to push it to the back of your mind, not wanting to think too much of it. Esmeralda continued to talk to you about peter during lunch, telling you about things that had ‘happened’ during morning rehearsal. You however took things with a grain of salt considering what peter had told you that night.

Your orchestra concert was quickly approaching, only two days until the concert and until you played your solo. You were nervous, partly because you always got nervous for concerts- mostly because you knew peter was going to be there. You had heard peter play during football games when they played the part of the show with his solo in it. He had never heard you play, and during FaceTime calls when he heard you talk about the pass offs you had to do, he encouraged you to practice for him, but you never took him up on the offer.

You walked into English with a smile on your face as you waved hi to peter and sat in your seat across from him, pulling out whatever work you had done last night, ready to half pay attention on how to write the essay, you would end up winging it anyway. You snuck glances at peter, blushing when you would make eye contact with him. As you listened to the announcements, your ears perked up at the announcement of homecoming spirit week, deciding you would participate in one day, your favorite musician or band.

You pulled your phone out and messaged sami a grin on your face as you typed out your brilliant thought.

im wearing my one direction hoodie Thursday and you can’t stop me

You giggled as you saw that she read the message, immediately replying with a facepalm emoji and an “yeah i figured that much.” You looked back up from your phone and saw peter looking at you, a look on his face, some would even say jealousy. You furrowed your brows at him as a way to ask what was wrong. He shook his head and turned back to the screen at the front of the class, half listening to the news, mostly thinking about what made you so happy.

As you both walked out of class making conversation, you smiled at the curly headed boy, blushing slightly as your hands brushed while the two of you walked down the hall, pushing through the other students. As you approached your history you quickly realized that he had passed his classroom a while ago. “Pete your class is back there, you’re gonna be late!” You told him, glancing up at the clock, smiling as the boy rolled his eyes at you.

“oh cmon it’s right down the hall, she won’t count it against me” he smiled at you. Shaking your head you waved him off, saying a small bye and rushing into class, you could see peter bolting for his class as the bell rang. A blush settled onto your cheeks, a smile plastered on your face, you bit your lip as an attempt to hide the smile on your face, especially because Esmeralda would surely be there to question why you were so happy.

“hey y/n! how are you?” the girl spoke from besides you and you gave her a small smile. “Pretty good actually, how bout you?” You glanced at her, you could tell she was judging you but you didn’t really know why. “im good” she replied curtly, focusing back on the work before her. There wasn’t much conversation after that.

As the bell rang you gathered your things, smiling at your other friends in the class as they said bye to you. Quickly you swung your backpack over your shoulder and headed towards the stairs, not thinking twice to look to your side.

“y/n wait up!” you whipped your head around, smiling brightly as you saw peter jogging towards you, running down the stairs slightly to get next to you. “hey parker” you smiled, keeping your eyes focused on the stairs so you wouldn’t trip.

“what class are you going to?” he asked, moving closer to you as to not bump shoulders with the other people as they rushed past the two of you. “uh PE right now, i really hope she gives us a study hall” you sighed, looking up at the fluorescent lights above you before looking at peter. “isn’t your class like all the way over there?” you questioned, your eyes narrowing at the now flustered boy.

“well yes but i just wanted to talk to you! how do you where my class is anyway?” he spoke, smirking as you began to grow red, he heard your heart rate pick up, your steps got faster before saying a rushed ‘bye!’ he smiled and turned on his heel, walking fast and weaving through everyone to avoid being late again, but it was worth seeing you any chance possible.

Much to your dismay there was no study hall, you walked into the locker room and quickly changed into your gym clothes, going to sit with the two friends you had made in this class.

Class seemed to go by quickly the rest of the day, and finally you saw peter again during chemistry. You checked yourself out in a window while you walked to chem, trying to make sure you looked good. You entered class smiling, at your teacher and sitting in your seat next to peter.

“long time no see” peter spoke up, a smile on his face and you rolled your eyes, turning to face him. “much too long for my liking, miss me much?” You joked, your heart beating out of your chest as he laughed. You both stopped talking when you heard the intercom come on, interrupting everyone’s small talk.

“good evening students and teachers, today we will be doing an earthquake drill, teachers please play the video we have emailed you, we will come back on when the drill is over”

You and peter shared a look, a small smile playing at both of your lips before you faced the projector and watched some elementary students stuff themselves under desks.

“how would we fit under desks? they’re like 3 feet tall!” You heard charles snicker from across the room, causing everyone to laugh and mumble an agreement. “You won’t be going under the desks, you guys can go under the lab tables and hide there” Ms. Patrick spoke up and you all went to the back, squishing you against each other. Of course peter made sure he was right next to you.

You hugged your knees, smiling at the curly haired boy next to you. “all this gum under here is so gross” you spoke, your nose scrunching up as peter looked up. “yeah it is, but look at all the writing under here” he smiled as he pointed at one that read: stan + beck = <3

You smiled slightly, wondering who they were and what they were doing now. “That’s kind of endearing, they left their mark on the school” you smiled, looking at peter who looked like he just uncovered all of the galaxies truths. “let’s leave our mark then yeah?” he smiled as he took your pencil from your hands, wiggling so he could write on the table, looking up and twisting his arm so the writing was legible.

y/n + peter = epic

Your face flushed at the small writing, wondering who would see that in a couple of years. “absolutely perfect” you smiled, your neck hurting a little from looking at the top of the table you were all under. Peter smiled at you, whispering a small “yeah.”

Soon the announcement came on and class continued as usual. “are you wearing different Halloween socks?” Peter questioned as you packed up. You looked down at your feet, ghosts and black cats covered your ankles. You smiled at him, “of course i am! It’s October 7th, so close but yet so far” you sighed dramatically. Peter laughed at you and you blushed, seeing him jump slightly at the bell like he does during English.

“see you around parker” you smiled, swinging your bag over your shoulder and falling into step with sami. “don’t think i didn’t see that whole under the table thing” she spoke, keeping her eyes in front of her and a smirk on her face. You blushed and shoved her slightly. “oh please it was nothing” you smiled, even you didn’t believe what you were saying.

“if you’re so confident bet me the $500! he’s gonna ask you before Christmas break i just know it” you both turned the corner and went down the steps to orchestra, peter and Ned opting to take the elevator as usual. “oh shut up, he won’t” you protested, slapping her hand away from you, a smile on your face.

The orchestra concert was tomorrow, Thursday and you were slightly terrified, you wondered if peter would still go, he said he would so what would stop him right? You smiled at the thought of him sitting in the audience and cheering you on like you did during his band performance. You had yet to tell him that you had done color guard during the summer your freshman year at your old high school.

As you practiced your solo in a practice room your phone dinged and you got a message from your best friend back home, Ximena.

there’s this white boy in my class that has a crush on me but i don’t know if i like him help

You giggled at her message quickly replying with something along the lines of ‘just wait it out and see what happens’ not wanting to give her too much advice that could backfire. Five minutes before class ended you trudged back to the orchestra room, packing up and deciding to catch a ride home with sami.

Ximena had messaged you asking you to FaceTime the moment you got home which you happily agreed to. You set your bag down in your room, saying hi to your mom as she cooked, telling you your dad would be working late tonight. You gm gave her a quick hug before going back to your room and calling your best friend.

“tell me everything right now” you spoke up, a smile on your face as you pulled out all the homework you had to do tonight.

“so i told him i don’t know what im feeling right now and get this- he said he’s willing to wait however long for me!” she squealed and you were so happy for her, she deserved someone nice and caring. “xime that’s so good! get to know him better and see what happens after that!” You beamed at her through the phone and she nodded, quickly asking about you and peter and you updated her, trying your best to water down everything because you didn’t want to over romanticize anything.

“who knows honestly, i mean like you said just go with the flow and see where it takes you” she smiled at you and you nodded, telling her a quick goodbye as your mom finished cooking.

Soon after the two of you finished dinner you went back to your room to finish your homework. You were humming along to your music when you got a notification from peter.

this time tomorrow my ears will be blessed by the screeching of the orchestra

You smiled at his message, quickly putting your pencil down and typing out a quick response.

ah yes, the sounds of angels themselves, not to b confused with the odd blaring of whatever the hell a metal twisted noodle is

Peter rolled his eyes, smiling brightly as he read your text, he knew you loved the band.

oh please, if you didn’t like the bad you would go to football games

I’ll have you know i actually like football

please you don’t even believe it urself

no balls ?

no balls

your heart rate picked up as you pressed the FaceTime button, keeping a complete straight face as peter answered, a giant smile on his face.

“i actually do enjoy football” you spoke, not being able to keep a straight face when you saw peter purse his lips and shake his head at you. “y/n you know i can see you during games right? you only look up when the horn blares announcing we made a touchdown” you opened your mouth then closed it. “checkmate” peter spoke, smirking at you.

“i actually have a lot of homework to get through and i would appreciate you not interrupting my studies” you spoke, a smile on your face as you grabbed your phone to hang up. “OKAY I’m sorry!” He squealed, not wanting you to hang up yet. You giggled and set your phone back down, making small talk and enjoying the company of the two do you doing your homework together.

“I’m gonna go now, Ned said he would come over to help with the millennium falcon tonight” he spoke, a blush rising to his cheeks, he faceplamed himself. Why would he say that?

“huh I’ve never actually watched Star Wars now that I think of it, have fun with ned!” You spoke and peter was shocked, okay maybe you had one flaw. Peter swore to himself he would get you to watch all the Star Wars movies no matter what.

As you hung up you quickly finished your homework and texted ximena, readinf screenshots she had sent you of conversation between her and jonny. You felt something was off about him but you chose to ignore it, not wanting to upset her.

After watching tv with your parents you decided to go to sleep, you had been texting peter all night and you sent him a quick goodnight text to which he replied with a ‘goodnight sweet dreams’ adorned with many emojis. You smiled and changed, washing your face and drifting off the sleep.

When you woke up for school the next day you were filled excitement and nervousness, your orchestra concert was today and peter would be in the audience watching you. You quickly made it to school, meeting up with sami in the cafeteria and eating your breakfast together, the two of you talking about a show she has found while scrolling through her feed.

“I heard there’s gonna be a fire drill today during 1st, maybe you can get some flirt in with your boy” she smirked at you, causing the wrapper from your breakfast bar to weakly hit her arm. “I’m just saying as cute as the football games are, you gotta get some real contact time in you feel?” she winked at you and you snorted.

“what the hell am i supposed to do?” You looked at her, an amused look on your face. “i don’t knkw touch his hands or something” she shrugged and you shook your head in disbelief. “how do I do that? Play sticks with him?” You laughed, the bell causing you both to stand up and say goodbye quickly, heading in opposite directions to class.

You say in class, waiting for the alarms to go off. You weren’t gonna play sticks with peter, he’d think you were 7. How else could you flirt, you were so deep in thought you jumped when the alarms went off, quickly following the rest of your classmates out the door and into the cold October air.

Peter wiggles through the high schoolers and stood next to you at the front of the school, watching everyone pour out of the building. “I wish they’d give a warning or something, those alarms make my head hurt” he spoke up next to you and you nodded. “I just think they’re annoying.”

You stood there for a while, looking down at your shoes before looking up at peter. “wanna play sticks?” You smiled shyly and he blushed, nodding as he extended his hands out and the two of yo began to play.

“okay no that’s cheating” you began shaking your head and you hit peters fingers a little harder than usual. “I’m not cheating you just really suck at this game” peter laughed and you shoved him slightly, putting your hands in the pocket of your hoodie. “I hate this game” you huffed and he laughed, “maybe next time choose a game you’re good at- i mean if there is any” he spoke, and you looked at him in shock.

“quite the trash talker for someone who can’t beat me at cup pong” you retorted, a smirk on your lips and peter opened his mouth in shock. You noted all the students starting to go back in the school and you turned to peter, “shit talking is a two way lane buddy, learn how to drive first” you smiled at him, patting his shoulder and walking into the school, leaving him flustered and way more attracted to you than before.

You felt your hands shake slightly as you walked away, a nervous smile on your face as you looked at the ground, you pulled your phone out to text sami, upset that her plan worked but happy that it actually did work.

The rest of class flew by and soon you found yourself walking with peter to your next class, and then the next, and the next, and the next. By the time chemistry arrived peter had walked you to most of your classes, except for your small animal class which was outside. He did however send you the walking emoji and said “pretend this is me.”

The two of you didn’t talk much during class, mostly because you had a test and so you were pretty focused on your work, you hoped that peter had understood all the work that he had always asked your help for. Everytime he would call for help on the homework, the two of you ended up goofing off and laughing.

As the bell rang sami and ned walked together, laughing at something he said and you walked next to peter, listening to him as he explained to you why you should watch Star Wars with him.

“how do you think you did on the test?” you asked after he finished his argument, looking at him with a small smile. He looked at you confused for a second, “i think i did pretty good why?” You furrowed your brows and laughed. “I mean you made me help you all week with the work! I didn’t know if you understood it or not.” His eyes went wide, he understood the material the moment it was presented, he had called you for ‘help’ all week just to have an excuse to call you. “Oh yeah! Well duh I understood it thanks to you” he smiled, nudging you with his shoulder and you blushed.

“I’ll see you at your concert later yeah?” He spoke, turning the corner into the band hall with ned. You nodded your head, “don’t you dare be late!” Sami snickered as the two of you waved goodbye to each other. “I still think by Christmas break, maybe even thanksgiving break.”

Before you knew it, you were sitting in the audience of the auditorium, watching the freshman orchestra play. You sat next to sami, making jokes here and there and searching the audience for your parents. “Have you seen peter?” You asked her and she looked around, shaking her head. You shrugged it off, you guys played last anyway so it’s okay.

Peter ducked as the robber swung at him, making some lame joke as a way to stop himself from freaking out. He quickly checked the time on the wall of the store, he was already late to your concert. The robber swung at him again, landing a hit on his face causing peter to wince. He quickly webbed his hands to the counter, returning the stolen goods to the store owner and running out the moment he saw the police arrive. He landed in the all good familiar alley, changing into his school clothes once more and spraying cologne all over himself.

The JV orchestra just finished their second piece and there was no sign of peter. You felt your heart fall as you realized he probably didn’t care enough to come. You were so stupid to think he actually cared about you that much. You grew lost in your thoughts and before you knew it you were going up on stage, setting up your stand and flipping to the right sheet of music. You looked out into the audience once mkre and saw the doors swung open, revealing a very flustered and out of breath peter. A giant smile spread across your face and you quickly took your seat.

You saw peter take a seat near the middle of the auditorium and give you a thumbs up. You quickly looked at your teacher as you all began playing the first piece. As you finished playing the first and second piece your teacher moved towards the mic stand to announce how you had a solo in this piece and the usual ‘she’s worked so hard and I’m so proud of her.’ You saw your parents holding up their phones recording and you saw peter looking at you with the biggest grin on his face.

As the song began, you mentally prepared yourself, putting in every ounce of emotion you had as you began your solo. You didn’t notice peters mouth falling open and a gasp leaving his lips. You didn’t see how he looked at you in awe. You didn’t notice how he fumbled to pull his phone out and record a snippet to post later.

As the song finished you stood up and bowed slightly like your teacher had told you, looking at you parents and waving slightly. They cheered you on and gave you a thumbs up, a giant smile across both of their faces.

As everyone finished packing up and taking their instruments back to the orchestra room, you saw peter waiting for you in the hall down the orchestra room. You rushed over to him a smile on your face.

“you came!” You spoke, looking at him with joy. “I told you i wouldn’t miss it for the world” he spoke, shoving you slightly. “You did amazing! This whole time you’ve been holding out on me” he pouted slightly. You rolled your eyes, your face red at his compliment. “It was okay i guess” you shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip to hold back a smile but you failed.

“it was way mkre than okay! you’re smart and talented? what else are you hiding from me” he joked narrowing his eyes at you. You laughed and shook your head looking at him for a second. The two of you held eye contact, not knowing what to say. Your mind was screaming at you to lean in a kiss him, risk it all right now. His mind was screaming at him to lean in and kiss you, risk it all for you.

You let out a soft cough, tearing your eyes away from his and looking at the clock on the opposite wall. “I’m gonna go ahead and uh go, my parents are waiting to me” you spoke up, smiling at the boy softly. “oh no yeah! Go ahead i was about to go myself, good job again with your solo!” He spoke as you smiled at him, waving goodbye as you walked past him to go meet your parents.

Peter stayed in the same spot for a couple seconds, scrunching his face up and squeezing his eyes shut, cursing himself over and over again for not shooting his shot. Again. He turned on his heels and walked towards the exit, ready to go home and sleep.

It wasn’t until much later that you got home from dinner with your parents that you scrolled through Instagram and saw that peter had posted on his story. You quickly pressed on it and saw yourself playing on the stage. In small text under where you were was an“i know her >:)” and a Star Wars gif.

You slid up and typed out a response.

“I think i know you too, also I’m still not watching Star Wars.” You sent it, locking your phone and heading to go shower and change for the night.

By the time you had gotten out of the shower you were beyond tired and just wanted to sleep. You replied to sami’s message and texted Ximena back, she had decided today that she liked jonny and was gonna tell him tomorrow. You still had a bad feeling but continued to push it aside. You replied to peters text and told him you were gonna go to sleep, he replied in a few seconds with ‘sweet dreams’ and cute emojis. Your head hit your pillow as soon as you plugged your phone in and you were out.

There was a football game today and you of course you were going. It took sami a bit of convincing but she finally agreed, mumbling about how she wouldn’t mind seeing Ned while you and peter flirted up a storm under the bleachers.

As the day passed things with peter seemed to fall in routine. Pass notes during first, walk you to class almost every period, text whenever you could, and talk most of chemistry. It was nice, knowing that you always had peter there, and of course it didn’t hurt that you had the biggest crush on him. You knew he didn’t feel the same, considering he had friend zoned you before but you couldn’t stop liking him all of a sudden. You kept trying to stop yourself but it was t working, so you decided to just go with the flow instead.

So as you say next to the boy of your dreams in chemistry, he turned to you with a smile on his face. “are you going to the game tonight? I think we can win this one” you giggled softly and looked over at sami who winked at you. “uh yeah i may make an appearance to support our courageous football team.” He smiled at you and nodded “cool cool cool” you looked at him confused, “i started watching this show, he says that a lot” he spoke, flustered.

By the time class ended you and peter had made a truce, you would only watch Star Wars if he watched game of thrones. He immediately agreed, sayinf he would go to any length necessary to get you into the best franchise possible.

The bell rang signaling the end of the day and you decided to go to sami’s place to kill time before the game started. You said hi to her mom and chatted for a bit before her dog, Hazel attacked you with love.

“well if it isn’t my favorite girl!” You cooed at the dog, picking her up and petting her. “okay ouch” sami spoke, hanging you a sandwich and a water bottle. “oh please, you didn’t think I actually prefer your dog over you? because if you do, you are absolutely correct!” Hazel barked at sami causing you to burst out laughing.

“anything new with Esmeralda?” Sami spoke between bites. You groaned and slouched into the couch. “She’s always brining up peter. ‘Peter and In this ‘peter and i’ that. Like i don’t give a flying fuck! Peter already told me they have nothing and i trust him so i don’t know why she’s so obsessed with him” you ranted, biting into your sandwich.

“God she’s so annoying, there’s something off about her, I can’t quite place what though” Sami state’s, scrunching her face up in thought before ignoring it and finishing her sandwich. “You ready to go?” She asked, glancing at the clock, not realizing how much time had already passed. You nodded and finished the rest of your sandwich, downing the water bottle and thanking her as you recycled your bottle. Her mom quickly came out of her room and grabbed the keys, making a comment about one of you needing to learn to drive soon.

As the two of you settled on the bleachers you hugged your windbreaker closer to you, a feeble attempt to stop yourself from freezing. Your eyes scanned the sea of band kids, immediately landing on your favorite curly haired brunette boy. You both smiled at each other waving before you pulled your phone out to record him, zooming in on him as he gave you a thumbs up.

everyone’s fave band nerd >:)

you quickly posted it and put your phone in your pocket, pulling your sleeves over your hands. You and sami made fake commentary on the game, acting as if the two of you were ESPN commentators, the two of you breaking into fits of laughter when you had no idea what you were talking about.

Esmeralda stood on the stands, taking note of your friendship with sami, she hated seeing you happy. She deserved peter not you. He would see that soon enough.

You and sami were so caught up laughing and enjoying yourself you didn’t realize the band was about to preform. You quickly searched the field to find peter, giving him two thumbs up as he waved at you.

As the preformance began you smiled watching him march, a blush spreading across your face as you thought of him teaching you to march if the two of you ever dated. You quickly pushed the thought away, you were only friends.

You cheered loudly with the rest of the stadium as they finished their performance, smiling at peter as he took off his shako, shaking his head and fixing his hair. God he looked so good in his uniform, his hair was messy and his nose was slightly red from the cold, his curly unruly and a grin on his face as his gaze met yours.

“sami im in deep, i have to get over him now” you pleaded, turning to your friend as she snorted. “you aren’t serious are you?” you looked at her confused. “dude he so likes you!” You rolled your eyes and she groaned. “fine whatever i guess I’ll help you, but let the record show i am very opposed to this.” You glared at her and she shook her head. The two of you sat out the rest of the football game, considering your team was winning and it was a very rare occurrence when that happened.

You tried to ignore peter but you couldn’t, continuing to wave at him and have some form of communication. The two of you giggling and smiling at one another like love sick puppies.

As the game ended you said bye to peter and motioned for him to text you, sami pulled you away before you could keep the conversation going.

“getting over him huh?” She laughed as the two of you walked out of the stadium and searched for her moms car. “okay in my defense it would’ve been rude to ignore him” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. She smiled at you and shook her head, she wasn’t gonna try that hard to get your crush to cease, she had a good feeling about this one.

The weekend rushed by, much to your dismay. Before you knew it you were seated in English, smiling at peter as you threw a piece of paper his way, effectively hitting his face causing you and your friend next to you to laugh. As the bell rang class settled down and your teacher walked in, dressed as none other than Snow White. It was homecoming week, today’s theme being dress as your favorite fairy tale character.

You and Peter shared a look, keeping in your laughter in as she taught as if nothing. Class went on as usual and you and Peter kept stealing glances at one another and blushing. He was wearing a black hoodie and light blue jeans, even though it was simple he looked so good in it.

Your face flushed and your heart rate picked up as he flashed a smile at you. He could hear your heart rate beating faster than usual and he felt himself get more confident, he loved knowing he had that effect on you.

As the bell rang he followed you out the door, smiling at you and asking you why you hadn’t dressed up. You smiled back at him, “why didn't you dress up as a prince?” his eyes went wide and you flushed as you realized what you said. “so you think I look like a prince?” you opened your mouth to say something before you looked away from him. “oh! there’s my class I have to go bye!” you rushed away from him, leaving him with a smile as he turned on his heel and headed to his class.

Class passed pretty quickly, you had a study hall so you decided to get ahead on your homework, not wanting to have to do it at home when you could be doing anything else. You dreaded seeing Peter during passing period considering you had basically called him a prince. Your walked out of the gym and were greeted by a happy peter. “how was class?” he asked, stopping his stride and starting again so that you took the same step. You smiled at this and looked up at him, “pretty good, we got a study hall, and yours?” He shrugged his shoulders, “same old same old.” It was quiet for a while before the two of you spoke up at the same time. You both turned red, he motioned for you to speak first. “are you excited for homecoming?” he looked at you and fiddled with his fingers, “eh, not really I don’t plan on going” he shrugged his shoulders and you nodded. “I was gonna say did you do the chem work, I forgot it was due today” oh yeah I just finished it, I’ll send you a picture of it, don’t worry” you smiled at him before saying goodbye and entering your classroom.

The day seemed to fly by, Esmeralda seemed distant today, you didn’t mind though considering she had been getting on your nerves lately.Chemistry came and went, you spent the class period copying notes from Peter because you kept drifting off.

The week continued on like this, it was the same routine as always, you would facetime Ximena when you got home, she seemed less interested in your days and only talked about jonny, you pushed it aside listening to her talk about how sweet he was being. She updated you on all your friends back home and you made a mental note to text them to see how they were doing.

At school you and Peter would hang out during passing periods and talk during class when you had the chance.Before you knew it, Thursday arrived and you slipped on your old one direction hoodie, smiling as Sami’s eyes widened when you sat across from her in the morning. You smiled at her, bursting into laughter as she sat there speechless.

“I can’s believe you actually wore it” she smiled, sinking back into her seat and eating her breakfast bar. “I told you I would, these are my boys” you smiled proudly, looking down at your hoodie. “hehe, five directions” she laughed and you rolled your eyes, throwing a napkin at her.

You had a test in English so you couldn’t really tell what Peter’s reaction was, or if he even noticed the sweater, either way you were nervous to see what he said. He didn't walk you to class today considering he had been late all of last week and May scolded him for it, he had texted you after hoping you would side with him but of course you didn’t.

By the time chemistry rolled around Peter was already in his seat and his face brightened up when he saw you. “no way, you like them too?” he spoke, excitement lacing his voice. Your face lit up, “yeah, wait do you?” you smiled at him as he nodded his head, could he get any better? “whats your favorite song from Made in the AM?” you paused for a second, “I really like Wolves, what about you?” he looked at you for second. “I love walking in the wind” you smiled at him nodding your head.

“ah a man of taste I see” you joked and he laughed. “Do you like any of their solo music?” You looked at him and he nodded. Before the two of you could continue the bell rang and class started.

You continued talking here and there about the band, you both listened to all of their solo music and you so excited to know you had simliar music taste beside one direction too. When class ended you both walked out, almost forgetting about your best friends, Bed and Sami hadn’t noticed though, too caught up talking about who knows what.

“So when are you starting Star Wars?” Peter looked at you, a small smirk on his face. “When are you starting Game of Thrones?” You retorted, and he nodded his head, “touché.”

As the two of you went down the stairs towards the fine arts hall you turned to him. “Saturday?” He smiled at you, nodding his head. “I’ll start watching season one today I guess” he spoke, faking disgust, you shoved him and he smiled at you, pushing you a little back.

As the day ended, you headed home, you opened your window for a little bit, taking in the cool air for a bit before closing it once more. It felt nice outside so you decided to take a walk, you didn’t have homework and you decided you had nothing to lose. You quickly popped in your headphone and headed out the door, choosing a playlist as the elevator dinged and you headed out your apartment complex.

You walked around the neighborhood aimlessly, taking roads you never knew existed and getting lost for a second before finding your way back to a road you knew. As you continued to walk you found a small park, one you never saw before, it was getting dark so you made a note in your phone as to where it was and headed back. You looked around for any sign of your spandex wearing friend but he was nowhere to be found, it had been a while since you had talked to him.

As if on cue you heard a small thump behind you and you turned around. A smile on your face, “spidey!” You smiled, running over to hug him. “long time no see y/n” he spoke, peter cringed as he heard himself speak.

“how have you been? anything intense lately?” He shook his head and you smiled at him, thankful he hadn’t gotten hurt. “how about you, how’s your boy problem?” You smiled at him, explaining your situation with peter.

“I mean i take everything with a grain of salt of course” you ended and he cocked his head to the side. “it seems like he’s really into you though” you shook your head. “nah, he friendzoned me a while ago so” you shrugged your shoulders and turned the corner, ending up in front of your complex.

“I missed talking with you spider-man” you said, giving him one more hug before saying goodbye, before you could enter the building he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him. You looked at him confused as he pulled you away from your building.

“I think he really does like you, just give him some time, maybe he’s just building up the courage to ask you out” he began, mumbling nervously. You looked at him confused, why was he so on peters side all the time?

Your feeling of him being Peter resurfaced, you pulled your phone out, about to click on Peters contact to call him when Spider-Man’s head whipped up. “I have to go, there’s a robbery in progress, I’ll see you soon yeah? Give peter a couple more weeks!” He spoke before swinging off. You stood there in shock. Had you told him peters name before? You couldn’t remember, you looked down at your phone, texting peter.

hi :~)

You locked your phone and headed back inside, making your way back to your apartment to go to sleep. Tomorrow was the homecoming game and sami told you to not miss out, it was the only other game that got packed besides the first game of the season. You didn’t protest, anything to see Peter in his band uniform.

As you drifted off to sleep you got a bad feeling about tomorrow, something was feeling off. You didn’t know what, but you suddenly felt less excited about the game.

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whirlybirbs · 4 years

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✶ HI FRIENDS!

--- so, i’ve been considering opening up my writing commissions for a while now. i’ve only done this once or twice in the past, but as i wait to hear back from a handful of potential employers during this stage of The Great Post-Grad Job Hunt, i need a way to make some sort of money for my bills, outside of freelance graphic design work.

this being said, my private fic commissions for STAR WARS are now OPEN!

Q: but, birbs, why private, what’s that mean? A: i have some moral qualms with making a profit off of fanfiction -- it can not only dissolve into a copyright issue, though i doubt disney’s corporate mega-million owners will come down on me and my $5 commission, but since my blog is high traffic, i would feel uncomfortable if a story i wrote in exchange for $$$ got big notes-wise on this site. so, fics will be handed off in private and i ask that they not be re-uploaded to tumblr, ff.net, ao3, or any other site. this is a private commission; much just like a private art commission, it’s for the commissioner’s eyes only.

Q: will you write original characters, or second-person inserts? A: both, though i charge higher to write an original character, just because it requires a little bit more crafting on my end to make it work.

Q: .......... how about smut? A: yes, i’ll be taking commissions for smut! wow! again, it will have an up-charge just because it’s harder to write. it also takes a bit longer to craft, so keep that in mind if you’re looking for a quick commission fic.

Q: so you’ll write anything? A: my rules, which you can read here, still apply to my commissions!

✶ PRICING, LET’S TALK ABOUT IT!

$3 - 100 to 500 words

$5 - 500 to 999 words

$10 - 1000 to 1500 words

( the pricing above is for a general original character x reader fic. so, want poe dameron to snuggle you beneath yavin moonlight? luke skywalker to kiss your hand and teach you how to swing a saber? rey to laugh into your shoulder as you fix a landspeeder? this is for you! )

✶ SO YOU WANT SOME SMUT?

$5 - 100 to 500 words

$7 - 500 to 999 words

$12 - 1000 to 1500 words

( for smut requests, i will not write dubcon, noncon, watersports, coprophilia or violence-related scenarios. other than that, commissions are pretty open to the scenario of your dreams, baby! )

✶ ADDITIONAL UP-CHARGES.

+ $1 - if you’d like me to write using your original character!

+ $1 - for an au, like smuggler!ben solo, or sith!obi

+ $2 - if you want an additional canon character to make an appearance

+ $3 - for a visual aesthetic / 9 image moodboard

example. if i want a ~700 word poe dameron fic about my original character, punchy in a modern!au, i’d pay: $5 (the general 500-999 word count) + $1 (the original character up-charge) + $1 (the au up-charge) total = $7!

✶ WHO I’LL WRITE FOR. ( make sure you specify, like padawan!obi, or scavenger!rey )

kylo ren

ben solo

rey / scavenger & jedi

finn

poe dameron

young!leia

young!luke

young!han

young!lando

obi-wan / padawan, knight & general

older!ahsoka

any of my personal clone trooper OC’s

any clone trooper, honestly!

din djarin

maul

savage

assajj

grievous

--- if there’s someone not on this list you’d like me to write for, just ask! it doesn’t mean i won’t write it, these are just characters i am most comfortable with.

✶ OKAY, SO HOW DO I COMMISSION YOU?

send me a personal message/DM on tumblr. (please do not send an ask, your commission request will get lost. please do not message me on twitter, instagram, or any other social media.)

we’ll probably exchange emails, then!

i’ll ask for 50% of the commission up front. so, for that example? once we’d discussed character, plot, etc., you’d paypal me $3.50!

i’ll be accepting payment via payal only

then, in about 4-5 days, you’ll have your fic! maybe sooner!

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dippedanddripped · 3 years

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For more than a year, Los Angeles-based streetwear designer Tremaine Emory had been working with Converse on a red, green and black sneaker inspired by Jamaican political activist and Black nationalist Marcus Garvey’s Pan-African flag and artist David Hammons’ 1990 work “African-American Flag,” an original of which was acquired by the Broad museum in Los Angeles last year.

Emory’s brand, Denim Tears, tells the story of Black people in the United States starting in 1619, when the first documented enslaved Africans arrived in Virginia; according to the designer, the brand’s logo, a cotton plant, is a direct reference to slavery. That’s why the proposed packaging for his Converse sneaker collaboration depicts a coffin covered with Hammons’ flag and a cotton wreath, as a tribute to Black Americans who have died under unjust conditions. The image is based on an art installation, “A Proper Burial, Thanks America,” that Emory debuted in London last year.

However, in late May, as protests spread across the country after George Floyd’s death in police custody, Emory announced on Instagram that he and Denim Tears couldn’t go forward with the partnership until Converse’s parent company, Nike, went beyond its plan to donate $40 million over four years to support the Black community. (Michael Jordan, through his Nike subsidiary Jordan Brand, is donating an additional $100 million over 10 years.)

Emory called the move by Beaverton, Ore.,-based Nike, which reported $37.4 billion in revenue last fiscal year, a very expensive Band-Aid. He said he wanted to use his voice to push Nike to look inward at its own record on diversity and inclusion.

“It’s accountability,” Emory said in a phone interview. “It’s about Fortune 500 companies and how they are run under the guise of white supremacy and patriarchy and how I take accountability, that I need to see the steps — and brands that I work with dispensing that — or guys won’t work with me.”

In recent months, nearly all major industries, including entertainment, journalism and sports, have been forced to confront how closely their statements opposing systemic racism align with their treatment of Black and brown employees. The fashion industry, which has frequently been criticized for cultural appropriation, instances of blackface and a lack of diversity, is no different.

According to a count by trade publication Women’s Wear Daily, Black people make up only 4% — 19 out of 477 members — of the invitation-only Council of Fashion Designers of America, whose new chairman is Tom Ford. In an email to The Times, a CFDA spokesman said, “The CFDA does not record nor require members to state their race upon application, but it is estimated that members of color make up approximately 25% of the total membership.”

June 8, 2020

In anecdotal comments, Black streetwear designers from L.A. to New York told The Times that their subset of the fashion industry is no different.

“You can’t ignore the fact that there aren’t many Black brand owners in the streetwear space,” said Scott Sasso, who founded 10.Deep in 1995 while he was a student at Vassar. “And [at] some of the biggest companies, I don’t know if they’ve even had Black employees.”

Streetwear brands such as Denim Tears and 10.Deep offer casual clothing, primarily for men, that blend the styles of various subcultures, including hip-hop (as popularized in the 1990s by brands such as FUBU, Walker Wear and Phat Farm) as well as surf and skate motifs. It’s an identity that can be found in the clothing from brands such as Supreme and Stüssy. Instead of offering widely available, mass-produced products, streetwear brands tend to offer limited-edition drops for consumers who hear about companies through social media or by word of mouth.

Although Black style — from hip-hop to sneaker culture — has played a major role in shaping the fashion industry while bringing new designers and brands to prominence, Black fashion professionals and streetwear brand owners said in interviews with The Times that the clothing industry has failed to elevate and promote Black creatives in a way that reflects that influence.

Several designers also questioned the sincerity of corporations promising to invest in Black communities. They reflected on their own experiences trying to explain Black art to predominantly white company leaders.

Chicago-based designer Joe Freshgoods started selling T-shirts in high school and has been selling his designs out of Fat Tiger Workshop, the streetwear retail hub he co-owns, since 2013.

“I feel like a lot of these brands are in these boardrooms having these talks about how to fix this or how to just clean up their mistakes real fast, and it’s just like, ‘Hey, let’s just fill in the blanks real quick and see if this will make them happy,’” Freshgoods said.

He said he tried to include the logo of the Black Panther Party on a design for an Oakland-themed collaboration with an apparel brand last year. The company’s legal department rejected his proposal. At the time he went along with it, but now he’d push back, he said.

“A lot of Black collaborators are the reason why a lot of brands are super successful right now, so that’s a lot of power to have,” Freshgoods said.

Emory, who has partnered with New Balance and Levi’s, called on Nike to stop supporting Republicans while President Trump is the party’s leader. He also wants the company to release more information on its record of hiring Black employees and assist in “the defunding and total reform of all the police departments across America.”

Since his initial Instagram post in June, Emory has spoken to Converse Chief Executive G. Scott Uzzell or Uzzell’s team about a half dozen times over the phone or in video-conference meetings. In those discussions, Emory said the company acknowledged it hasn’t done everything it could in terms of creating a diverse corporate structure and laid out its hiring plan, especially in its executive suite. The designer said he discussed current initiatives at Nike to invest in Black communities and to address systemic racism and police brutality. “They want to get involved in all that, and we will see,” he said.

The release date for his red, black and green Converse sneaker has been moved up from February to October, ahead of the November election. Emory said the marketing for the shoe will focus on promoting voting. The shoe will be available in North America, Europe and online for $95 to $100.

“We respect and encourage the efforts of any collaborator or athlete we work with to raise their voice against racial injustice,” a Converse spokesperson said in a statement to The Times. “We have spoken with Tremaine and look forward to working through these issues together.”

At its core, streetwear is about authenticity and the personal connection between consumers and the designers and labels they love.

The push by larger brands and corporations — specifically in the fashion industry — to meet the current moment with statements, donations and new initiatives is in direct contrast to what many Black streetwear designers have been doing since the inception of their brands. Those designers have been hiring diverse staff, speaking up about political issues and infusing their works with references to Black culture.

“Now I feel like everybody’s rushing to make some type of relevant shirt or make some relevant message on their Instagram,” said Zac Clark, a Black designer who started his brand, FTP, while in high school in Los Angeles. “To me, a lot of this stuff right now seems very unnatural and just forced from a lot of these brands, so they won’t get ‘canceled.’”

Olivia Anthony, the designer behind the Livstreetwear brand, said the turning point for her New York-based company was her 2017 My Love Letter to Our Culture collection, which paid tribute to Black trends of the ’90s — think long nails, grills and slicked-down baby hairs — that were largely considered unfashionable until they were adopted by other races.

“It was so beautiful, but it was looked down upon,” said Anthony, adding that she wanted her brand to reflect how those Black trends, now featured in magazines including Vogue, have been “shown in a different light.”

Kacey Lynch said he created his South L.A.-based streetwear company, Bricks & Wood, after years of working at streetwear brands where he felt Black representation was missing.

“They wanted a lot from us, but they didn’t want to do the work, what it took to understand us,” Lynch said of his past employers. “Whether that’s Black culture, South-Central, minorities … wherever the cool came from, they all wanted it but they didn’t really know how to identify with it.”

In May 2019, fashion website Hypebeast and Strategy&, a consulting firm in the PwC network, released its Streetwear Impact Report, based on interviews with more than 40,000 Hypebeast readers and 700 global industry insiders. The survey found that 70% of respondents said they care about social issues, 59% said brand activism is important and 47% said they would stop shopping from a brand because of inappropriate behavior.

“It’s fine as a starting point for corporations to say, ‘This is what we stand for and this is what we believe,’” said Elena Romero, a fashion journalist and author of 2012’s “Free Stylin’: How Hip Hop Changed the Fashion Industry.”“But that’s not going to be enough.”

Romero, an assistant professor at New York’s Fashion Institute of Technology, said companies likely will face questions over where they invest their profits, the diversity of their staff and how they’ve helped build the communities from which their dollars are coming. She said many companies will realize they’ve fallen short because the answers to those questions weren’t a priority until their profits were at risk.

“Now the consumer is saying, ‘You can’t fool us anymore,’” she said. “If you’re not authentic and truly supporting the very same things that these young people believe, your business will suffer.”

The result has been an industrywide push to make those investments now but also to make amends for past inaction. After Black Adidas employees criticized the company’s response to racism, Adidas announced June 9 that it would add more diverse staff, start a scholarship program for Black employees and invest an additional $20 million over four years in programs that serve the Black community. A day later, Adidas upped its $20 million pledge to $120 million. (In addition to those changes at Adidas, the company’s global head of human resources, Karen Parkin, resigned at the end of June after facing criticism for her handling of racial discrimination.)

Adidas also apologized for its past silence. “For most of you, this message is too little, too late,” a tweet from the Adidas account read. “We’ve celebrated athletes and artists in the Black community and used their image to define ourselves culturally as a brand but missed the message in reflecting such little representation within our walls.”

In the broader fashion community, various organizations and members of the industry have offered different strategies for creating a more inclusive environment. Aurora James, a New York-based creative director, started the Fifteen Percent Pledge, which calls on companies to provide at least 15% of their shelf space or contracts to Black-owned businesses.

After the CFDA announced its plan to promote diversity, a group called the Kelly Initiative called for the CFDA to adopt its proposal to conduct and publish a census of diversity in the industry, audit its recruitment practices and release an annual list of top Black talent, the Kelly List. The initiative is named after the late Patrick Kelly, a Black fashion designer who rose to prominence in the 1980s with work that played with Black cultural symbols and racial stereotypes.

April Walker, whose New York brand Walker Wear was worn by ’90s hip-hop stars including Method Man, Tupac Shakur and the Notorious B.I.G., stressed that Black designers need to look outside the fashion industry for success by collaborating, mentoring and sharing resources with their counterparts.

“We just need to not look for the fashion industry, as it’s been very oppressive for the last 30 years, to be the end-all, be-all for our opportunities,” she said, “but to create our own.”

Among streetwear companies, the effort to fight systemic racism in the country and the fashion industry has been on an individual basis, with brand owners of all races deciding how much they’re willing to give back and how comfortable they are using their platforms to discuss and condemn racism.

For some, that means speaking up in solidarity with the Black community. Bobby Kim, cofounder of the Hundreds, a Vernon-based clothing brand, teamed with Pharrell Williams’ brand Billionaire Boys Club to raise money for Black Lives Matter and the Black Mental Health Alliance with a shirt that was available for 48 hours. After the Fairfax shopping district where his shop is located was vandalized in late May, Kim, who’s Korean American, defended the right to protest.

In an interview, Kim said, “If you have been given a lot of money, and especially if that money has come by way of participating, contributing, or even stealing or borrowing from Black culture, then you — more than anybody else right now — need to tithe, need to pay up, in a sense, in order to reflect how influential Black culture has been in your career and your profitability as a company.”

Sasso’s 10.Deep stopped selling its regular collection for most of June and instead offered a new line of 10.Deep products to draw attention to activism against racial injustice and police brutality. The profits went to national bail funds for protesters.

“Streetwear, in its truest form, is about shooting yourself in the foot as often as possible but also just doing what you think is right,” Sasso said.

He said he was drawn to streetwear because it was a multiethnic community of different countercultures, a blend of the skate, surf, hip-hop and graffiti scenes, with a dash of punk rock, united by an exclusive knowledge of where to find and buy certain brands.

However, he has noticed a shift among streetwear consumers. For some shoppers, it’s not about the community. It’s just about the clothes.

He said he lost “several thousand” social media followers after he posted about Black Lives Matter and has received comments asking him to just stick to fashion.

“My thought is: If you want just some regular clothes, go buy Banana Republic, go buy Levi’s,” he said. “Those are companies that aren’t gonna take political stances. They’re providing basic stuff. This space is about a culture. If you want to participate in it, this is what it’s about.”

#@latimes on instagram #black streetwear brands #bobby kim #blm #nike #denim tears #cfda #elena romero #how hip hop changed the fashion industry #streetwear blog #olivia anthony #aurora james #fifteen percent pledge

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adonis-koo · 4 years

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Weight anon here! I’m not gonna pretend that my initial goal was to lose weight. More over to just lose the fat on my stomach, but it was weird to see that it had just gone up, also I’m working out at home, and as for my food intake, I’m trying to limit the junk food I eat, but I somehow always wind up giving into my cravings 😔

I think my dietary habits are what’s the worst for me. I don’t eat a good breakfast, and then eat a crap ton in the afternoon and for dinner. Not snacks, but just a lot for those meals

You’re definitely off to a good start then!! Knowing the difference between burning fat rather then losing weight is pretty important because losing weight just means losing fat and muscle which most people don’t want!

Here’s a few possible things for the weight gain:

You actually haven’t gain weight, our weight fluctuates throughout the day and it’s totally normal! We usually gain up to 3-5 pounds of water weight throughout the day so you’ll weigh more at night then in the morning

This goes along with the first point but still: you could just be bloated, it’s not uncommon for bloat to not go away in the morning and sometimes this is just caused when you’re GI tract (digestive system) filled with air or gas

You’re eating too little. Shocking, I know. But it’s a lot more common then you think. When you eat too little in a day for a long period of time your body often goes into kind of a ‘starvation mode’ and in order to sustain your body it’ll start using a composition of energy from your liver and muscles which will cause muscle loss before it uses the fat in your body for energy. I feel like I’m kind of hacking this up so I’ll just drop another link in case you’re interested in the breakdown process💀

Alternatively you could actually be gaining muscle, muscle weighs more then fat so if you’ve been working out for a long period of time at home it’s not impossible that your body, while it hasn’t lost fat, has gained muscle!

Last but not least you could be eating too much, but we’ll get into this one a little more in depth

So these are some options to just keep in mind before over all saying you’ve gained weight. A lot of this crossing out will have to do with; A. How long have you been working out and sticking to a more clean diet and B. How much food are you intaking.

Let’s say you’re bloated, something you can do to help with this is staying away from foods heavy in fiber or cause gas, generally speaking try not to eat too much in one sitting, for me at least that’s usually the cause of bloating. But it can also be due to things such as dairy intolerance and etc

You’re eating too little/much, this is very important to note. Your body can’t sustain on less then 1200 calories, if you’re eating say 500 calories a day for a long period of time it can damage (per say) the body’s matobolism and cause it to slow down even long after you increase your calorie intake. It’s so so so important that you make sure you’re eating enough. A lot of people assume they eat too much but that isn’t always the case.

This kind of leads me to my next point, in order to burn fat you have to be in a calorie deficit, which is just a fancy term for burning more calories then you’re eating. You can’t take it too extreme for reasons above, but it’s important that you keep track of your calories. I don’t...really wanna recommend counting calories because it’s very easy to get obsessed with how much you’re eating and it can be a quick slippery slope to toxic dieting habits.

I’d recommend taking a day to keep track of all your calories, without restricting any of your normal eating habits, just to get an estimate as to how much you’re eating in a day. It’s not uncommon to change your eating habits just a smidge when you’re counting because you’re more consciously aware of what you’re putting in your body but don’t completely change your intake for this! Again you just want an estimate of what you eat in a regular day.

The average calorie intake is 2,500- 2,000 but it can vary person to person, you can find out your BMR online to get an idea of how much calorie intake you need to sustain your body weight! Mine is around 1,500 but I prefer actually eating around 1,800 since I’m a pretty active person, sometimes I’ll even go to 2,300 in a day if I’ve had a an intense work out etc etc. Just to note: just because your BMR is a certain number doesn’t mean you have to stick to it, depending on your goals will depend on if you eat more or less from that number.

Okay I hope I haven’t lost you yet lmao. Last but not least, this is probably something you’ve heard and it gets annoying but I’ll go ahead and say it. Losing body fat especially, takes time. It really does. I’ve been working out for over three months consistently and even I haven’t gotten instant results and it can be SO frustrating I understand. But somewhere down the line it becomes more about enjoying the workout then the result.

I can commiserate with you on being terrible with meals especially in the morning 😭 But id recommend getting in Pinterest and finding a few fun breakfast meals to maybe help get you inspired. If all else fails I love making over easy eggs with sausage and toast to get the beautiful mix of protein, fats and carbs in (THEY’RE ALL IMPORTANT I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH). It doesn’t have to be elaborate! I hate taking an hour to make my food so rather then fight it I accommodate what I prefer.

And I think that’s the majority of a lot of people’s problems, we all get into fitness with this stigma of having to completely change our eating habits and how we go about it, but we really don’t. If eating three big meals a day is how you operate don’t fight it! Work with it. Last but not least, don’t fight your cravings either. Life sucks when you say no to all the sweet goodness it has to offer 🥺

I’ve found that when I let myself have that one snack I’m REALLY craving I don’t over eat all the other sugary snacks in compensation for that one I’m really trying not to eat (but end up eating anyways along with at least 700 extra calories from everything else I ate meanwhile).

Okay I think this covers everything. I hope this helps you a little baby! Not seeing progress is so frustrating! Trust me I’ve been there and felt it, even just a few days ago really! But progress takes time and even if we can’t see it just keep pushing. If you have any other questions or problems feel free to hit me up! Again I’m not a professional I just love fitness and want to help others be passionate about it the way I am so I hoped this gave a little insight! 🖤

#missy answers #anon #misc #anon i am SO sorry this is so longjhwuihwefo #i did NOT mean to write a whole ass essay hnngh #i also added some insightful links as reference for subjects im not completely sure of #again take it slow and dont obesess! fat loss will come with time!

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ladyhelio · 4 years

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||Commissions ||Open|| Prices/Rules ||

Hello, so I’m guessing you’re here to see if you want to commission me. That’s great! :D

(If you do not want to read the information in this format, you can go here instead; https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ExguYkz91yaLt8OSQ5NNQTQ6DQ0nHBLYDXvyfArsIZQ/edit?usp=sharing)

Please keep in mind:

I’m really, really new at this, so please be patient with me as I figure this out

When you reach out to me for a piece, I will give you the estimated due date. If have not reached the due date, and I’m not even 70% done, then we can talk and I can give you a refund back.

I’m really busy, and I decided to charge $5 at minimum so it can be worth my time. It CAN be negotiable and I’ll explain why in a bit.

Headshot (Human, animal, whatever)

Traditional(pencil with shading) - $5.00 - 500 DeviantArt points

Basic coloring & Line-art - $5.00 - 500 DeviantArt points

+Shading- $3.00 - 300 DeviantArt points

+Background- $5.00 - 500 DeviantArt points

+Other character- $5.00 - 500 DeviantArt points

+Speedpaint with song of choice - $3.00 - 300 DeviantArt points

Example(s):

Half body(Human, animal, whatever)

Traditional(pencil with shading) - $7.00 - 700 DeviantArt points

Basic coloring & Line-art - $8.00 - 800 DeviantArt points

+Shading- $4.00 - 400 DeviantArt points

+Background- $6.00 - 600 DeviantArt points

+Other character- $6.00 - 600 DeviantArt points

+Speedpaint with song of choice - $3.00 - 300 DeviantArt points

Example(s):

Full body(Human, animal, whatever)

(Also I’m not very experienced with drawing full body humans, so it might take me a while)

Traditional(pencil with shading) - $9.00 - 900 DeviantArt points

Basic coloring & Line-art - $10.00 - 1000 DeviantArt points

+Shading- $5.00 - 500 DeviantArt points

+Background- $10.00 - 1000 DeviantArt points

+Other character- $10.00 - 1000 DeviantArt points

+Speedpaint with song of choice - $3.00 - 300 DeviantArt points

Example(s):

Mini animation/PMV/Animation meme

(This is going to be more expensive as this is WAY more time consuming. However, I will be more negotiable since it’s a bit different for me)

Basic coloring & Line-art - $20.00 - 2000 DeviantArt points (for 30 second video, with tweening)

(In this case, I won’t count extra characters, you can have as many as you want)

+Detailed background $10.00 - 1000 DeviantArt points

Example(s):

youtube

Rules

I require that payment must be sent first. If I haven’t given you your commission piece by the estimated due date, I will give you the payment back.

I will be giving updates and whatnot as I do it, so please have a form of social media that you regularly check.

Please don’t expect me to have a very strict deadline, I’m doing this for fun, so I want to have fun!

I will give you a digital copy without my signature. I cannot ship.

I have the right to deny your commission for whatever reason

No nsfw. (at least not yet)

Gore is completely allowed!

Do NOT claim it as your own work

I will not lower my price for you, regardless of reason(however, I am available for art trades so, ask me there if you want)

Please tell me exactly what you want, it’ll be easier for everyone involved!

You are allowed to ask for a refund if it is very early in the process (Like a week) or if I took too long. If I am more finished than not, then I will just finish and give it to you.

Be nice. Just.. be nice.

No racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, ya get the picture. No hate, and no politics. Ever.

I will pretty much draw most things that you want (some will look worse than others, since I am not fully practiced in that area)

Don’t be afraid to tell if there’s something you don’t like about it, I’ll be pretty understanding

If you post the commission somewhere else, please link back to the page where I uploaded the commission.

How to commission me?

Fill in the following form(wherever you’re doing it)

What kind of commission:

Number of characters:

Character names and information (With links to reference sheets/pictures already existing/other information):

(Optional) Background information:

(Optional) Pose/facial expression information:

(Optional) Palette information:

Then send it to me on a note(If on DeviantArt), or message me on Instagram or Tumblr.

If I accept, I will say yes, and give you a very quick sketch, then you send me whatever points or money it was.

If I say no, one of two things will happen.

If I said no because it broke my rules, then I will flat out not do it.

If I said no because I’m busy, then I’ll put you on a waiting list so that when I’m not so busy, you’ll be top of the list!

Payment options;

Points: Simply send me points via note and say what it’s for

(USD) Paypal: Please pay me to my personal account, through “Goods and services”

My account: paypal.me/sunshine2026

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osakaso5 · 5 years

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Sogo Osaka Snowy Trip Rabbit Chat Part 2: Do Bananas Count...

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Sogo: Manager, good work. Tamaki-kun and Riku-kun are stocking up on sweets for the project, but I was wondering if there's a price limit to what we're allowed to bring..?

Sogo: It obviously wasn't outlined in the proposal, so I'm a bit unsure.

Tsumugi: Sogo-san, good work! Sweets..! They must feel like they're going on a field trip.

Tsumugi: I think you'll be fine as long as you won't have too much extra luggage on you...

Sogo: I feel like they're going to cram their bags as full as possible if we don't set a concrete limit, like 500 yen or 700 yen...

Sogo: That being said, they should pretty much be adults by now, so maybe we'll go with the 700 yen limit.

Tsumugi: This reminds me of those kids who would ask if bananas count as sweets >< lol You can share snacks with others, and we'll be traveling by car, so I don't think you need to worry about it too much!

Sogo: I understand. Sorry for being so nitpicky. I'm just worried, because it seems like we'll be traveling pretty far.

Tsumugi: Don't worry about it! I hope you all have a fun shoot.

Sogo: Right. Maybe I should bring some of the tabasco bottles I have in stock..?

Tsumugi: G-good idea..!

Tsumugi: By the way, Sogo-san. The show's staff gave me questions for you to answer, would you mind doing that now?

Sogo: No, go ahead.

Choices/outcomes:

1. “Would you rather ski or snowboard?”

Sogo: Tamaki-kun said he'd teach me, so snowboard, I guess.

2. “We’ve reserved cottages near the hot springs for you, so let us know if there’s anything you want to do.”

Sogo: I-I wonder... I'm still not good at the whole drinking milk while being smacked on the back thing, so I'd like to give it another try.

3. “What did you think of the project name?”

Sogo: You mean “Close Look! Idols on the Slope and in the Steam ☆ ~They Don’t… Come Dripping Down!? SP~”, right. I want to be able to make jokes of that caliber someday, too.

Sogo: I went to go check up on their snacks, and there were enough to fill two backpacks. I don't know about this...

Tsumugi: That's a lot more than I expected! *sweats*

Sogo: Tamaki-kun just asked Iori-kun “Can bananas count", and he quickly retorted with "Bananas can't do mathematics". I wonder if Iori-kun gets his quick wit from Mitsuki-san? I have a lot to learn from him.

Sogo: Ah, Tamaki-kun didn't notice his mistake, so he doesn't understand Iori-kun's response.

Tsumugi: It's like a little comedy skit!

Tsumugi: I'll message them about the sweets later. Two backpacks' worth is a bit much, after all..!

Sogo: Thank you. Please do that.

Sogo: On that note, I'll only bring one bottle of tabasco, too.

Tsumugi: H-how many were you planning to bring..? ><

Tsumugi:

#idolish7 #sogo osaka #snowy trip #translation #i7 #rabbit chat

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seenashwrite · 5 years

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Cards Against Supernatural: January 27th

◄ SUNDAY JANUARY 27th, 8:00/8:30 P.M.-ish* CST ►

(* As always, this is not precisely when the game starts - I aim to have the rooms open at about 15 til so we can ideally start at the time above - we take a little time for everybody to get logged in & settled in chat, so feel free to come & hang out while you wait!)

If you see this? You’re invited. ALL SPN Family members who are at least 18 years & older are welcome!

💡 IF THIS WILL BE YOUR FIRST GAME WITH US, YOU NEED TO MAKE SURE IT’S GONNA BE YOUR JAM & VISIT CASPN HEADQUARTERS 💡

—> This is a mobile-friendly page and contains tons of need-to-knows —> This is NON-NEGOTIABLE FOR NEW PLAYERS

🌟 Post with game link + password AND the links to the Discord room will go up closer to start of game 🌟

—> Make sure you are ready to go at Discord prior to game time so all you have to do is click-n’-chat! —> At the game site and on Discord (if you do not already have one), make sure you use your Tumblr name or a variation thereof so we know who you are - this prevents unnecessary confusion. 😁

🃏 Find out ways you can contribute to the decks, the most recent CASPN updates, quick tips for players, & how to join the tag list below 🃏

YOU CAN HELP MAKE THIS GAME BETTER!

Anytime you spot a great quote - and it will probably be on a gif! - that you think may work as a question/answer, shoot it my way and I’ll see if I can work it in.

Please include the season & episode number so I know which deck to put it in. FYI: We do not need any from seasons 3, 5, or 6 - those decks are complete or near completion.

UPDATES

On Dramatic Fic Readings…

If you’re a vet, you know we’ve been having a blast with these, closing out our games with a dramatic reading of a Fic Wreck by yours truly.

For our purposes, to be a Fic Wreck Dramatic Reading candidate, it means:

Features a heinously out-of-character Dean and/or Sam –> this is the core characteristic & is non-negotiable

No smut/kinks/Wincest/ABO –> this is non-negotiable

In the 500-700 word range or less (so, a Drabble)

Can be on Tumblr or from an outside site (FF.net, AO3, Wattpad, et al)

If on Tumblr, preferably at least a year old/not currently circulating on all our dashes with great fervor

Preferably not anyone’s BFF or whatever - and NEVER someone in our group, though y’all are certainly welcome to volunteer any of your own short fics if you just want to hear it read aloud in my crazy voices

Preferably features an immature/annoying/etc. “Y/N”

Preferably has an inexplicably high note/reblog/kudos/etc. count for what it is, which is a wreck

Preferably has a plot that is objectively ridiculous and/or plot points that are crazy confusing

New CASPN Perma Chat!

This is the permanent chat room for the CASPN Crew, the link is set to never expire. It will not be deleted like the weekly chats, so feel free to use this space to make suggestions or let your fellow CASPN buddies about things you may need (such as a beta) or things you’ve got planned (such as a challenge) or upcoming events (such as a convention).

VERY IMPORTANT REGARDING VOICE CHAT

If you are going to participate in the voice chat over at Discord *PLEASE* make sure you are in a quiet place, and if you are unable to do so, kindly mute yourself and just listen until you are able.

Also, kindly mute yourself if you need to speak to someone on the phone/someone who is with you in person, and mute yourself if your environment becomes noisy - it happens! No worries! Just jump back in when that’s done/when it’s your turn to read

Have this set up and ready to go prior to game start, and ensure all other apps/messaging on your device of choice are muted.

If you are in voice chat just so you can listen because you can’t/don’t choose to read aloud, that of course is fine, but you need to have yourself muted, please, and communicate via chat that you need myself or someone else to read your hand.

TIPS & TRICKS FOR IN-GAME FAQs

(A kind reminder: most everything I/veteran players are asked in chat during games is covered at CASPN Headquarters)

Should your mic go out/no one can hear you in Discord, same thing applies as it does when you get duplicate cards/can’t choose a card over in the game - REFRESH! Just refresh the browser page for Discord, and give it a second, and it should remedy itself.

🏷️ Tag Me In The Future, Nash! 🏷️

TO BE TAGGED, YOU *MUST* SEND AN ASK! I will not tag you any other way, nor will I tag you if you’ve never played with us before. Them’s the breaks.

I AM UNABLE TO TAG ON THE DAY OF GAMES, suggest you look out for the post, come try the game on for size & if you enjoy it, kindly send an ask stating you’d like to be tagged after you know you like it & are able to participate in future games

IF YOU HAVE CHANGED YOUR NAME, it is YOUR responsibility to send me an ask - I will not track you down or assume you want to stay tagged

FOR THOSE WITH SETTINGS THAT PREVENT TAGGING, you do not have to follow me in order to participate, however I will not follow you just so I can tag you - I am following some CASPN players, however it is only when I find their content of interest or I was already following them prior to the original deck’s conception - if you want to be in the know about the game dates/times, I suggest you (a) follow me and/or #CASPN which is unique to the weekly games I run, or (b) make a side blog with standard settings that is purely for the purpose of being on this tag list (ex: “CASPN-[your handle])

Tag team, back again…

@impandagrl

@salt-n-burn-em-all

@coffeeandwinchesters

@gryffindorable713

@rozadolphin

@abbessolute

@ohio-cnk-80q3

@a-screaming-ghost

@ferferelli

@growningupgeek

@thefanwithoutfear

@ericaprice2008

@butiaintgonnaloveem

@bumbleball13

@ultimatecin73

@looksmokin

@muchamusedaboutnothing

@crowleyshellhoundspn

@idreamofhazel

@blackcherrywhiskey

@winchesterprincessbride

@bemyqueenofdarkness

* The Cannot Tags! *

It either (1) looks like the blog under this name is inactive, (2) you’ve changed your name and not told me, or (3) there’s a setting on YOUR end that prevents it.

None presently as the list has been purged/updated as of 11/11/18

❓ WHY AM I NOT TAGGED? you may ask ❓

Reminder: I’m taking roll at games so I can keep up maintenance on the tag list - if you aren’t participating often [read: approx. every 6 wks/6 games] & you haven’t let me know to move you to my “Hiatus” list, then you won’t be tagged on posts, but I’ll keep you on the CASPN tags page, listed at the bottom under the time frame you were removed.

It is possible I made a mistake if I get busy and neglect to c/p the roster frequently throughout the game - all you have to do is speak up. The biggest issue I have with keeping up is when you use some rando name in game that neither I nor any of the other players recognize. If you want to stay on the tags, you need to use a name I’ll know. Otherwise, I couldn’t care less, call yourself whatever strikes your fancy! :)

Want to be back on “active” status? Want to be removed altogether? No problem! Kindly communicate your wishes with me via Ask.

#CASPN #Cards Against Humanity #Cards Against Supernatural #Sunday nights #during season 14 #Queueby Dooby Doo #Dad's on a blog post and #he hasn't been queued in a few days

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muggle-writes · 5 years

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do I have that book challenge

tagged by @elizabethsyson and while photos were absolutely helpful (for example, in explaining the first question) I did this mostly from memory in downtime at work so I couldn't exactly take pictures as I went, and tbh I don't trust tumblr not to eat my post if I upload a bunch of pictures at once

Do you have a book with deckled edges?

thank you so much for the picture because if that's the thing with the pages not exactly matching up, (but within a small deviation from perfectly square) yes, my copy of the first three Dragonriders of Pern books in one volume has deckled edges. also probably some other books, but I've been reading that one recently so I'm sure about it

Do you have a book with 3 or more people on the cover?.

yeah: Inverloch (Volume 1)

it's the printed version of (the first portion of) a webcomic, which I didn't know when I picked it up at a garage sale or something. I hadn't even heard of webcomics yet

and. hm. don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed the premise of the story and it was never really bad... I was thrilled when I realized it was a webcomic and still online and i could read the whole thing.

but

the major plot twist, one the author had apparently planned from the very beginning, honestly had some very unfortunate implications that would haunt me if I ever attempted a reread.

Like, it was set up well enough to be a surprise but not a shock. and it enabled the happy ending. but I probably would have preferred almost any other happy or vaguely positive ending, or even a meaningful depressing ending, I was that disappointed

on the other hand the rest of it was written well enough that I cared so.... eh. it is what it is

I'm just not sure I still love it enough to recommend, but I also wouldn't stop someone from picking it up off my shelf to read, you know what I mean? Especially just that first part, which was plenty good.

Do you have a book based on another fictional story?

D&D guidebooks are totally based on Lord of the Rings, right?

lol in reality uh

the copy of Scandinavian folk tales including my favorite fairy tale ever was always my dad's, not mine, no matter how many times I read it before moving out

my wife has several Halo books? like the video game. I'm not actually sure which came first and I haven't read any of those, but they are on "my" (our) shelf

I also have a lot of Harry Potter meta/derivatives, including that themed Haggadah I think I posted a picture of recently. But the phrasing of this question makes me think the intent is "fiction based on other fiction" so none of those quite count.

so yeah, Halo's the closest I've got. also there's a Star Trek book on that shelf that I didn't even know we had until I went looking for clocks on covers

Do you have a book with a title 10 letters long?

Sadly I don't have my own copy of Dragon's Kin, which kicks off an excellent subseries of Pern books, (nor Dragonsong but I didn't expect to have that one) but what I did find was

The Visitor (which is animorphs#2)

Do you have a book with a title that starts and ends with the same letter?

Erec Rex: The Dragon's Eye

Do you have a Mass Market Paperback book?

does my solid half of the animorphs series all on one shelf count or is this looking for specific branding?

Do you have a book written by an author using a pen name?

(immediately thinks of Lewis Carrol) um Edwin Abbot was also a mathematician but sadly not a penname, but I do I have a copy of Flatland

Oh, but I'm pretty sure I have some of the ghostwritten animorphs books, do those count? Specifically someone mentioned recently that animorphs 25 was the first of the ghostwritten books and I definitely have that one

Do you have a book with a character’s name in the title?

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and Ender's Shadow on my shelf, the rest I mostly have as ebooks. also the first Erec Rex book (mentioned above) and the entire Kirsten (American Girl) series plus the first Kit book.

Do you have a book with 2 maps in it?

the first one I found was The Malloreon Volume 1 (also has 3 characters on the cover). it's got a map of the western kingdoms before the first book and a map of Mallorea in the middle of the third book

Do you have a book that was turned into a TV show

Animorphs again

Do you have a book written by someone who is originally famous for something else?(celebrity/athlete/politician/tv personality…)

I definitely had a phase of buying books by famous people, so I have the worst bulkiest copy of Origin of Species which is printed in a terrible font (it also has deckled edges for that matter), and The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins, that I could find at a quick glance. Probably something by Steven Hawking hiding somewhere

my phenomenal copy of The Elements (Euclid) doesn't quite count because he's most famous, now, for writing those so...

(Einstein's Relativity - in translation obviously because I know very little German - is deceptively short but that was my parents' book that I tried and failed to read, not my own)

Do you have a book with a clock on the cover?

Disappointingly, An Uncommon History of Common Things does not. I do have a Doctor Who coloring book with a clocklike gear pattern on the cover which is the closest I'm finding

Do you have a poetry book?

yeah someone once gave me a book of Japanese death poems, translated of course. I've been meaning to read them. for that I have to find it, and I can't right now :/ now that I remember the book I want to go read it

Do you have a book with an award stamp on it?

not that I can find? apparently Dragonflight or Dragonquest won "a Hugo or Nebula award" (bc McCaffrey was the first woman to win one of those) but wikipedia isn't telling me which award or which book, and I don't have the dust jacket for the original-trilogy-in-one-volume copy that I have so there's no telling if it "should" have an award printed on the front

Do you have a book written by an author with the same initials as you?

ooh wouldn't that be fun. I don't seem to :/

what I do have is a book written by an author with what my initials would be if I had taken my wife's last name instead of the other way around which I guess is close enough

Do you have a book of short stories?

yes, surprisingly. The Girl Who Heard Dragons and I haven't read any of them, not even the story I got it for

oh, and First Meetings, which is a bunch of short stories in the Ender universe

Do you have a book that is between 500-510 pages long?

That's... really specific. Closest I could find was 483 pages and 513 pages (Volume 2 of The Belgariad and The Malloreon, respectively) In general I have a lot of books around 300-350 pages and a fair few over 700 pages, but not many close to 500

Do you have a book that was turned into a movie?

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, for sure. I think Flatland was also made into a movie and it was as phenomenally terrible as you would expect of a story about 2d shapes. not even shapes with faces, just shapes, and one sphere.

Do you have a graphic novel?

I was going to make all sorts of qualifications of "well... if something originally published as a webcomic is now in physical book form.... (Inverloch again) but actually I have volumed 1 and 3-7 of Tomo (manga-style "preteen protag moves in with Christian family members and has both fantasy adventures and learns the benefits of being Christian" no-subtlety series that I picked up at Family Christian Stores when they were still everywhere. also I probably still have the first six Serenity "books" but I can't find them (not fantasy: rebellious "sinful" teen moves to new school and hangs out with the Christians because she wants to sleep with one of them, eventually sees the errors of all her ways, un-dyes her hair, and converts. Also no subtlety)

I had a phase when I was "too old" for veggie tales but still thought FCS was the best place ever but if that really was the best of their "teen" content it really wasn't great

Do you have a book written by 2 or more authors?

are we limiting this to novels? I have The Great Snape Debate (meta published before Deathly Hallows, with short chapters by two alternating authors, plus they got Orson Scott Card to write a chapter to draw reader attention with the big name and hey it worked, I bought it, arguing (between all of them) both sides of "will Snape turn out to be on Harry's side after all" and also The Dragonlover's Guide to Pern which as the title implies, is more of a guide than a real story.

Oh, but I do have a copy of Invasive Procedures (Card & Johnson).

Did I miss any questions? tumblr's being particularly weird today.

anyway I suppose I should tag some fellow bookworms. @knightbusofdoom @copperscales and if anyone else wants me to edit to in so you're "really" tagged, just may me know, and if you just want to do it please do and tag me back

#tag games #book scavenger hunt #this was fun but it took a lot of time for some of them #asks and answers #there's some definite themes here

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