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itoshi-s · 1 year

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anon requested: rin + "why do you keep marking me up? it's hard to mask and people are staring..." // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wk: 1.5k. cw: mildly suggestive, fem coded reader, mention of bruises/hickeys, fluff. rin wears a panda headband i want to eat him whole

standing in front of your full-width bathroom mirror at 6:43 am, eyes still bleary with sleep and hair sticking out in odd directions, you think you just might actually hate your boyfriend.

you know he doesn't exactly mean to do it - but all sense of rationality is long forgotten when the bright violet, reddish bruises are the first thing you notice in your reflection.

with a sigh, you put your fluffy headband on, keeping every hair out of your face, then start applying makeup. you'll have to be quick with it this time, too - you have hit snooze once or twice, and you certainly don't want to be late, yet still have something else than your face to spend time on camouflaging.

the soft playlist you've put on helps calm some of the annoyance that bubbles in your chest as you hum along under your breath, curling your lashes and applying a final coat of mascara. you put on your lip gloss, smacking your lips as you stare at your reflection, and as the initial bleariness of waking up dies down, you actually feel more amused than irritated upon the sight of hickeys littered down your neck.

rin's a possessive lover. he wants - needs - to feel every inch of your skin under his large, roaming hands. he grabs and kneads the flesh, holds it in a tight grip when he manhandles you however he seems fit. when in the moment, rin doesn't pay any mind whether it leaves marks - in fact, there are times when he wants it more than anything, like when you get home from a party looking just a tad too pretty and the green eyed monster creeps up on him. just want to mark up what's mine, the teal-eyed would mumble, laying on his tummy as he glares at you childishly.

you adore his passionate nature - feel on top of the world and like the most beautiful thing to exist when he gives you that look, overcome with love and desire.

but, for the love of god, you appreciate your sleep and sanity just as much, you think as you dab on the third layer of thick concealer, stacked on top of color corrector that really fucking struggles to balance out the purple hues.

you check the time, realizing you've got to leave the house in half an hour now, and that rin's alarm should go off in a minute or two.

as if on cue, there's a pair of footsteps approaching the bathroom door, then they're pushed open to reveal your boyfriend in all his sleepy glory.

shirtless and rubbing at his eyes, rin yawns as he makes his way over to your side of the bathroom counter. he circles an arm around your waist, broad chest feeling warm against your fluffy robe, and he sighs as his head drops to your shoulder.

"hi," rin mumbles, voice hoarse and gravelly with sleep as his lips move against the bare skin on your neck. he kisses a birthmark there and gives your waist a squeeze, turquoise gaze meeting your reflection in the mirror with an appreciative hum. "y'look nice, baby." a pause, "no eyeliner today?"

you just give a gentle shake of your head, eyebrows twitching to furrow and lips almost curling into a smirk. he's so, so clueless - it's endearing, in a way, you think as you watch him slip away and stand by the second sink.

"mm. don't have time for it today." you say softly, stuffing your powder brush back into your makeup bag and zipping it close.

perhaps your voice sounds a bit too quiet, or the exhaustion is still prominent on your features despite the glowy products you so carefully put on, cause rin's eyes drift back to life and gleam with worry.

he turns the faucet on and fiddles with the temperature, giving your face an once-over in the mirror before turning to the sink again.

"oh." he nods, fingers reaching for the fluffy, panda-eared headband you took off barely a few seconds ago. pulling it on with ease, rin wants to say something more, but dismisses it and goes to wash his face instead.

the water, as nice as it feels on his face, doesn't wash off any of this funny, uneasy feeling. is something wrong? are you mad at him? do you feel bad and shouldn't go to work today? (he will make you call it off if that's the case. there's no way you're going in sick.)

there's many possibilities, and he won't be certain until he asks. dabbing his face off with a towel, rin clears his throat to speak before turning to you - but you beat him to it.

"rin," you begin, voice sounding so resigned it makes his brows knit together. "why do you keep marking me up?"

blinking not once, not twice, but perhaps a few times too many, he does look so clueless, so silly, you have to bite back a laugh. you're supposed to be annoyed with him - but how can you really, when he's just doing all that out of bottomless, unconditional love?

continuing, "it's hard to mask and people are staring..." you trail off, giving yourself a glance in the mirror, head tilting to show more of the poorly concealed marks, as if to prove your point.

you look back at rin, who now doesn't look as puzzled anymore. instead, there's a slight frown settled in his pretty features, long lashes still damp and stuck together, lips pulled into a tight line that almost resembles a pout.

the black, fluffy ears sticking out from messy green hair really sell the look, though.

"what do you mean?" rin argues, and you go to sigh, crossing your arms. "you cover these up?"

your eyes widen, snapping over to the striker's face again. for a second, you think you've misheard him - but in fact, he does look as serious as it gets. your heart jolts with shock, flabbergasted at how truly, utterly shameless he is.

"rin!" you gasp, finger pointing to the side of your neck in exasperation. "of course i do! i can't go around work like that," you insist, tugging the hem of your robe to the side.

the man scowls, eyes trained on the faint pinks and purples. "well i don't see anythin' wrong with it," he deadpans and your shoulders slump in defeat. rin turns to face the mirror again, reaching for his toothbrush.

"everyone else does," you whine, pulling at the tie around your waist and sliding the robe off. you go to hang it up, then reach for the clothes you've neatly folded and laid on the counter last night. "i... like the way they look. and feel." you start bashfully, eyes trained on the ground when you step into your dress pants and swiftly pull them up your legs.

rin smirks at that, just slightly before you can see it and smack it right off his face.

you're quiet for a second, and rin takes the time to trail his eyes down your body as he sticks the toothbrush in his mouth. well, to be fair, there are quite a few bruises littered all over, some darker than others. there's a bite mark-shaped one, too, right on the swell of your breast, which you go to cover with the skin tight long sleeve you put on next.

(he fears your reaction when you go to look into the mirror and see it peeking out the neckline.)

it might irk you, and make people uncomfortable or amused, even - but he loves the way they look on your skin, a sharp contract to the smooth, glowy canvas, momentarily stained with his love that runs oh, so feverishly through every single cell in his body.

isn't it only natural he wants to find an output for it and eventually mark what's his?

"but-" you continue, fixing the gold charm between your breasts, the small, zirconia-studded R glimmering under the bathroom lights. "i'd appreciate it if you... kept it down." you mumble, looking up at rin again and your gaze meets his in the mirror.

rin rolls his eyes dramatically, lips quirking up into a ghost of a smile as he brushes his teeth. perhaps, he can try and opt for more... hidden places. it's not ideal - the need to showcase his claim on you still as strong as ever - but not everyone can pay so little mind to what others think of him like he does. certainly, you can't. not with your line of work, either.

he knows, and that's why it almost feels funny when his heart thumps in his chest with refusal. maybe he is a little immature, in a way - but maybe, it's not such a bad thing at all. not when it's your love that makes him feel like a kid, carefree and playful again.

"fine." rin grumbles, words muffled around the brush as he works it on the back of his teeth, sending you an amused look that has your tummy doing flips. "will hav'ta find other ways to mark my territory, though."

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krizza-artzist · 1 month

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Makino!!! 💚 It took me an long hours to finish this 😢

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none :)

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

this chapter is massive but the next one is coming and it’s me torturing our precious golden boy dick >:) sorry not sorry

part seventeen

❝ LITTLE WING ❞

SUNDAY — 4:57PM — DAY 43

OVER THE NEXT WEEK AND A HALF, THE TEMPERATURES FELL FROM TOLERABLE TO UTTERLY MISERABLE. The cold was to the point where it hurt to simply step outside. Bentley wasn’t sure how the superheroes kept patrolling in it. It was cold enough when Nightwing found him in the alley, but now, he was pretty sure his blood would freeze solid if he even thought about going outside.

He was catching onto their drift. Every night, someone got left out from patrol to stay home with him. Which made him feel kind of bad. It was usually Duke, since he took a more patrol-during-the-day approach to superheroing, which made him feel slightly less bad. Occasionally, though, it was someone else. For example, it had been Tim that night with the nightmare, stuck at home with a crying kid instead of leaping between rooftops in his Red Robin suit.

It had been Jason three nights after, for two nights in a row because (Bentley was pretty sure) he’d been hurt. He was favoring his left side and had a slight limp — not to mention that he stayed at the manor for three full days, something he didn’t usually do. It made more sense to Bentley that they’d make him stay around if he was injured.

One night it was Dick. Maybe they needed Duke for the specific mission they were on, or maybe Dick just wanted a good excuse to find himself into Bentley’s room (which he did, in the middle of the night, without warning, despite being a literal adult.) and whine about not being able to sleep. Bentley laughed at him all tiredly and then went back to bed, and woke up to Dick clonked out across the foot of the mattress the next morning. Bentley didn’t mind.

…But he did wonder if Dick had nightmares, too, because he couldn’t help but notice the layer of weariness and emotion that clouded the usual glow in his eyes when Bentley turned on his lamp that night. After all, the file said he’d watched his parents die right in front of him, and that he’d died once, and he had to have been around when Jason and Damian died, right? (Because that happened, too, apparently. Bentley was living with a bunch of zombies.) The boy was sure that was enough to warrant some nightmares. Not to mention his near nightly scuffles with supervillains of all kinds.

But he didn’t mind. With all the comfort that had been extended to him since he first met the Wayne’s, he felt like lending Dick the bottom half of his mattress when he didn’t want to be alone was the least he could do.

Plus, Bentley was learning that he liked to have people around. Not like when he used to go to conventions with his father, watching rich people hover uselessly and engage in meaningless, fake small talk. He liked to have people around in a… realer sense.

For example, when Tim would wander into the den at nighttime when Dick was having Bentley watch old movies, flopping down on the couch with his laptop and declaring that he hated work. Or when Duke would plop himself down at the kitchen island next to Bentley on a Saturday during lunch just to grovel over his geometry homework. Or when Cass would appear (yes, appear. He’d never saw her use a door.) in the midst of a heated card game between Bentley and Bruce and cheat by showing him the card numbers on her fingers behind Bruce’s back.

There was something so much more real about people living their lives around him. Something so raw and personal compared to anything Bentley had ever experienced with his father. Having people simply live in his presence without ill intent or a constant eye on him was somewhat comforting, to say the least, and Bentley was starting to like it at the Manor. Probably too much.

After all, he was here just to watch it all burn.

As of now, he was sitting in the dim library beneath a throw blanket. The fireplace was crackling on the other side of the room, and the blackout curtains had been pulled closed to block out the sun. Jason was in there, too, taking up the same chair in the corner of the room where he sat when Bentley first met him. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, black and white hair frazzled from sleep, and was holding a book just like he had been the first time. The Outsiders, actually, because he insisted that Bentley needed to hear the written version if Dick was going to make him watch the (terribly adapted and heinously watered down, according to Jason) movie.

“Dally was there, too, swearing under his breath, and turning away with a sick expression on his face. I wondered about it vaguely. Dally had seen people killed on the streets of New York's West Side. Why did he look sick now?” Jason read.

Bentley watched the flames twirl and dance in the fireplace. They spat small bits of glowing ash up into the chimney every now and then, popping with combustion and pressure, and it was only working to try and put the kid to sleep.

“He tried to swear, but suddenly started crying, fighting to control himself, then sobbing all the more because he couldn't. I had seen Johnny take a whipping with a two-by-four from his old man and never let out a whimper. That made it worse to see him break now,”

After a few quiet moments, Bentley glanced over at Jason, and he adjusted his hands on the book (restlessly?). He took a breath and continued:

“Soda just held him and pushed Johnny's hair back out of his eyes. ‘It's okay, Johnnycake, they're gone now. It's okay.’”

Bentley listened quiet for ten, twenty minutes. People had made brief appearances in the doorway or walking through the hall, but no one came into the library. Jason seemed to stay in there a lot. Maybe they were giving him space. Bentley wasn’t sure — but Jason didn’t seem bothered by his company, so he took it as a good thing.

Dick, Steph, Jason, Cass, and Tim had all been at breakfast that morning, plus the five (counting Bentley) who lived full-time in the Manor. It had been another meal full of overlapping voices and crazy stories and maybe a few threats and jabs sent sailing across the table, but Bentley was learning to enjoy it. The chaos was just another reminder that the Wayne’s weren’t anything like his father.

But then again, having Jason read peacefully to him in the library was a reminder all the same.

“I felt hot tears of anger and frustration rising. ‘I said I didn't mean to...’

‘I didn't mean to!’ Darry shouted, and I almost shook. ‘I didn't think! I forgot! That's all I hear out of you! Can't you think of anything?’”

Bentley realized the way Darry was talking in the book sounded all too familiar.

How many times do we have to talk about you not embarrassing me during meetings? It’s always something with you. You’re tired, you’re hungry, you don’t feel good.

I’m sorry. I was really tired.

“Darry wheeled around and slapped me so hard that it knocked me against the door. Suddenly it was deathly quiet,”

Bentley pulled his knees up to his chest as the sickening thwack of his father’s hand echoed in his head. He really wasn’t so different from Ponyboy, was he?

Jason took another quiet moment, stealing a short, appraising look towards the child coiled up on the couch. “We don’t have to keep reading if you don’t want to. It can be intense sometimes.”

Bentley shook his head in an attempt to clear the thoughts away, eyes flicking over to Jason. Brown eyes met blue, and they just looked at one another for a short, strange moment. A moment where Jason’s eyes did that thing that everyone’s did, the little, pitiful I’ve been there, kid look that Bentley hated.

“No, I like it. Jus’ cold.” He lied through his teeth. Well, not about the liking it part, because he really had liked the book so far. But he definitely wasn’t just cold. The blanket he had wrapped around him was heated and it was cranked up to the highest setting. Dick had said it was the only thing that kept him alive in the Manor during winter — Bentley was starting to wonder how much of his brain he cooked out every time he used it.

Thankfully, before any more conversation could be made, Dick busted into the library and shouted: “Bentley!”

The child jumped and glanced over at Dick, who looked fresh out of a shower with wet hair and a blue t-shirt. Dick’s eyes found Jason. “Oh, hey, Little Wing.”

Jason made an unintelligible grumble. Dick hurried over to the couch with about as much energy as a golden retriever on steroids, bouncing Bentley when he jumped on it, and ripping the blackout curtains open.

Jason groaned. “Dick, what the-“

“Look!”

Bentley turned on the couch, using the backrest to pull himself up.

Through the window, the Manor grounds were no longer a brownish green, but a bright, stark white. Giant flecks of white were fluttering down from the sky — billions of them, everywhere. The snow was building up against trees and fences and bushes and didn’t seem to be stopping soon. It was snowing so hard that they couldn’t even see the epically massive front gate.

Bentley would be lying if he said he didn’t share in a bit of Dick’s excitement. He hadn’t been out in the snow much, but his father had allowed him a couple of times. He remembered building an igloo once. (Well, a squatty little thing that looked more like a turtle shell, actually.)

Plus, one time his father fell right on his butt from the slick concrete in front of their house during a snowstorm, and Bentley nearly tore a muscle in his face trying to hide his smile. Believe it or not, snow held the very few, vaguely good memories he had.

“You know what this means!” Dick exclaimed, whipping around toward Jason. “You’re all snowed in, Little Wing! Alfies not gonna let you escape with icy roads.”

There was an argument, and at one point Dick got kicked, but Bentley wasn’t really watching. He was more focused on the colossal size of the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“Everyone’s snowed in, actually. It’s like a mandatory sleepover,”

“I’ll crawl home just to spite you,”

“Bold of you to assume Alfred would even let you out the front door,” Dick snickered.

“Who said anything about the front door?”

“Do you want to build a snowman with me, Little Wing?”

“I hate snow,”

Bentley turned around on the couch, glancing at Jason and Dick from where he sat. Jason was still in the chair, and Dick was behind it, probably getting out of range of his little brother’s legs.

“… I’ll build a snowman with you,” Bentley piped up.

Dick’s face lit up when he looked over at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,”

A strange expression flashed across Jason’s features, but Bentley couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was.

“Oh yeah! If you’re coming, we can probably peer pressure Damian into helping, too,” Dick came out from behind Jason’s chair and made his way to Bentley, ruffling his red hair. “Go layer up, little dude, and I’ll work on wearing down Dami.”

Bentley wordlessly obeyed, rising to head upstairs. Jason’s eyes followed him out of the room. Not with fondness or even disdain, but he would’ve taken either of those over the strange, calculative, detective-like way he seemed to be looking at him.

Bentley kept at his normal pace until he was out of his sight, then promptly ran upstairs.

What did he say wrong? What did he do wrong? He played over the conversations again and again in his head as he halfheartedly shuffled through the wardrobe in his room. Curling up on the couch at the mention of Darry slapping Ponyboy was stupid on his part, but it shouldn’t have been enough to make Jason suspicious, right? And wanting to make a snowman with Dick didn’t seem suspicious. How could that be suspicious?

All he was sure about was that Jason freaking knew something and Bentley didn’t even know what he’d done to cause it. He should’ve known this entire thing was going to be a disaster.

As he put on a jacket and slid a coat on over it, listening the Dick and Damian’s muffled voices from the hallway past his slightly ajar door, he gave himself a new goal on top of his father’s plan:

Freaking avoid Jason at all costs.

It really shouldn’t be that hard, he didn’t stay at the Manor much. Well, except for the new factor Bentley had to include: the snow. Jason would be at the Manor until it was safe to drive unless he came through on his threat to crawl home. But the only time Bentley really spent alone with him was when they both ended up in the library, and he could easily put a stop to that by telling him he didn’t actually like The Outsiders. Or that he didn’t like reading. Or to just never go in the library again, ever. Easy, right?

He was so screwed.

“You know good and well that I don’t participate in such useless childish activities, Grayson,” Bentley heard Damian grumble from the hallway.

“It’s not useless, Dami, it’s fun,”

“Tt,”

Bentley was zipping up his coat when Dick knocked excitedly on the doorframe. “Ready to rock n’ roll?”

Bentley nodded even though Dick couldn’t see him, heading to the door and pulling it open. Dick was on the other side in a puffy coat, gloves, and a beanie. He handed Bentley a handful of stuff. “Stole these from Damian. He doesn’t mind.”

“I heard that, Grayson,” Damian muttered from the staircase.

Bentley glanced down, taking note of a beanie, gloves, and rain boots in his arms.

“The boots might be a little big, but I think they should work if you tuck your pants in them,”

Bentley smiled lightly and pulled all the stuff on.

He, Dick, and Damian built a snowman that they dubbed Frosty. (Dick’s idea, with yet another promise of a movie Bentley needed to watch.) It had been a hassle to roll the balls big enough, and the snow ended up kind of muddy, but Dick passed it off as Frosty getting a spray tan. Alfred had even fetched a real carrot for the nose and a scarf for his neck. When they were finished, it ended up being taller than both Bentley and Damian.

Titus and Ace had joined them in the middle of their snowman escapade, as well, both bunny-hopping around in the snow. It gave them all a good laugh to see the big dogs hopping — even Damian, who seemed to loosen up about the childish activities as time went on. The snow never stopped, and in fact, it only seemed to come down harder the longer they were out there.

Bentley was smoothing out Frosty’s lowest sphere when he realized his hand was hurting.

If he was being completely honest, it hadn’t stopped hurting since he picked the glass out and bandaged it up, but the cold seemed to be irritating it more for some reason. It made his entire hand throb and sting, so he started using the other one by itself instead. He probably should’ve let Nightwing take a look at it that night when he fixed up his head — after all, Bentley’s first aid skills were subpar at best. But he wasn’t going to whine about it now. It’d been, like, a month.

It’d been a month. Shouldn’t it have healed by now?

He pushed the thoughts away when a giant ball of snow slammed right into the side of Dick’s head, coating his hair, skin, and shoulder in the icy fluff.

“Wha- you almost hit Frosty!” He exclaimed, brushing the cold away from his skin. He and Bentley glanced over toward the back doors of the Manor, where Jason was standing with a smirk on his face in a jacket that looked mysteriously like something of Dick’s. “Oh really, Jay?”

Jason ducked out of the way just in time for a massive ball of snow to splat on the wall next to the doorframe, most of it sticking to the wall instead of falling.

“Tt,” Damian voiced, drifting up next to Bentley with his arms crossed. “I’m clearly the most competent and mature of us all.”

There was suddenly a gasp, and Steph thudded out the back door decked head to toe in purple layers. Even her earmuffs were purple. “That snowman is so cute!” She exclaimed.

Cass trailed out behind her in a black getup. Bentley watched as she spotted Dick and Jason, who were still throwing wads of snow at each other, and gathered up a bunch of it from the ground for herself.

“Did you guys build this? That’s adorable!” Steph continued as she made her way to the snowman, aiming her question at Damian and Bentley. “Why’s he frowning, though?”

Bentley glanced over at Damian, a silent reply of he did the face.

Damian shrugged. “He was created against his own will for the pleasure of others, only to die when they’re done with him. I would be frowning, too.”

Steph muttered something about how he was so weird before rearranging Frosty’s pebbles into a smile.

Bentley glanced away from her just in time to see Cass shove the massive handful of snow down the back of Jason’s jacket. He immediately yelped and whipped around, growling: “Cass!” Before peeling his jacket off and attempting to shake out the back of his shirt. Cass and Dick both erupted into laughter. Jason was not amused.

Cass kept blitzing around the yard and avoiding snowballs from Jason in a way only a superhero could, and was so focused on Jason that she didn’t realize Tim and Duke came out the door until Tim splattered a mass of snow right in her face.

“Oh, sorry, Cass!” He faked. “Didn’t see you there.”

It wasn’t long before the entire yard was taken up by Waynes throwing and slapping each other with snow. Bentley and Damian stayed uninvolved for the most part. Bentley didn’t really want to get pelted with snow, and he was having plenty of fun watching the dogs and laughing at the others anyways. He was watching Jason haul Tim off the ground and drop him face-first in the snow when he heard his name being whispered from the left.

He turned and looked in the direction of the barn, and Dick was gesturing for him to scoot over. So he did.

And Damian got a snowball to the back of the head.

After that, it ended up being a war with Bentley as a spectator. He was glad no one tried to get him in on it, because people tossing him around and throwing things at him reminded him too much of his dad. Instead, he ended up helping Tim with battle strategies and overseeing the creation of snow bases. Even Bruce and Alfred got in on it a little, but Bruce opted for staying near Bentley and talking to him while the others battled.

The war only ended when the sun fell below the horizon, and the temperatures got really terrible. Then Alfred beckoned everybody inside with the promise of hot chocolate.

Bentley was sitting at the dining table with everyone when he noticed the blood seeping through his poorly held-together bandages.

He really hoped no one noticed. Actually, he hoped no one had even seen the bandages at all since he got there. (Which they definitely had — they were detectives, after all.) He just kept that hand down in his lap and out of sight. How long had it been bleeding?

After talking with everyone for a while, he went up to his room and grabbed the gloves he’d shed after coming inside. There was blood going through them and he hadn’t even realized. Well, he knew the snow was making it hurt more, but he didn’t know it could make it bleed.

He’d only been in his closed room for about two minutes when someone knocked on the door. He dropped the bloodied gloves on the floor and kicked them under the bed, burying his hands in his hoodie pockets.

“Come in,”

Much to his absolute horror, Jason was the one that opened the door.

As if this could get any worse.

He was back in his hoodie and sweats now. Bentley tried hard to keep himself from looking afraid, but he was, like, seventy percent sure Jason knew exactly what was going on and was probably about to pull a gun on him.

Instead, he let the door swing open and stayed in the doorway. “Your hand.”

Bentley blinked. “Huh?”

“Your hand. Let me see it,” He replied, crossing his arms. “It was kinda hard not to notice you favoring the other all night. And the blood you left in the snow. I’m surprised Nightwing didn’t say anything about it when he picked you up off the street.”

And Jason was… not killing him?

Bentley shrugged, scraping the toe of his sock across the hardwood. “It wasn’t important.”

Jason groaned, turning and closing the door behind him. “Don’t be like Tim. C’mon, let me see it.”

Anxiously, Bentley forced himself forward until he was in front of Jason, and held out his injured hand.

“I wondered how long these bandages were going to last,” He continued, gingerly unwrapping the half-fallen-apart bandages off of his palm. They stuck to the opened cuts a little and made Bentley flinch.

Jason was… surprisingly gentle.

“Looks like you tore them open doing something outside. What was this, glass?”

“Uh, bottle,” Bentley replied. Jason grabbed him by the wrist and led him into the bathroom, flicking the sink on.

Oh, okay. So Jason was going to play doctor. Bentley could play along. Until the doctor tried to kill him.

“Let’s get the blood off first so we can see what we’re dealing with here,” He muttered. As if he’d done this a thousand times (because he probably had) he pulled a washcloth out of the cabinets beneath the sink and waited for the water to warm up before cleaning off Bentley’s palm. It stung just as badly as it had the first night he put water all over it.

He tensed and tried to pull his hand away, but Jason’s grip didn’t relent. “I know it hurts, kid, but you need to let me clean it. It might already be infected, by the looks of it. You feeling sick at all?”

“No,” Bentley muttered truthfully. Jason pressed the back of his hand to his forehead with a focused, inquisitive look on his face. Bentley just kinda… stayed still until he removed it.

“Good. I’m guessing the infection was keeping it from healing right,” He murmured. He prodded at it with his fingers for a few moments, and Bentley winced. “Hell, kid, there’s still glass in here.”

Bentley did recall leaving a few of the pieces he couldn’t get out. One of them was actually not tiny, but he was crying and tired and scared when he was picking them out, so…

Maybe that’s why his hand never stopped hurting.

Jason fished back under the sink, still holding onto Bentley’s wrist, and withdrew a small first aid kit. He popped it open and pulled out a little bottle that said peroxide. “This is gonna burn, but it’s cleaning it out for you. We used to use it to get splinters out. Never tried it on glass, but I guess we’ll see.”

Jason moved Bentley’s hand over the sink and poured it all over his cut palm, and he hissed in pain, trying to pull it away but Jason wouldn’t let him. Little white bubbles kept coming out of the cuts and it looked unnatural. He blinked away the urge to let his eyes water up at the stinging. Every now and then Jason pointed out a little piece of glass in the sink that this magic fluid was apparently fizzing out?

“There’s still one in there. The skins tried to heal around it so it's probably gonna hurt pretty bad to take it out,”

Bentley said nothing. Jason shuffled around in the first aid kit for a second before pulling out a pair of tweezers. “Sit on the toilet. I can’t have you trying to escape while I’m doing this.”

Bentley mindlessly obeyed, and Jason started prodding at his palm with the tweezers. It wasn’t long before a new stream of blood was dripping from between his fingers onto the tile.

After a few more minutes, Bentley felt like he was being stabbed through the hand.

“Jason!” He nearly jumped off the toilet, his other hand shooting out to try and grab Jason’s, but the vigilante fended him off well.

“I almost have it out,”

They did that for a few more moments before Jason pulled a surprisingly long shard of glass out of Bentley’s hand. It was stained red and the diamond designs from his father’s expensive glass set were clearly visible.

Jason didn’t say anything about it. He simply wiped Benley’s hand off again, applied some medicine, and bandaged it with clean, fresh bandages. “See? Not terrible.”

Bentley didn’t respond while Jason put away the first aid supplies.

“You’re not gonna… tell them, are you?” He murmured. Jason humphed.

“I’m not a snitch, kid. Although that might change if you go passing out from infection after not changing the bandages for a month,” He eyed him sharply, and Bentley’s eyes traveled down to the floor.

“I’m sorry,”

Jason glanced back up at him from his spot in front of the cabinets. “For what? I’m just glad I saw it before it got seriously infected.”

Bentley shrugged. “I dunno. I’m just… sorry.”

“Bentley, stop apologizing,”

“Sorry,” He muttered before he could think any better of it.

Jason made an are you serious right now face at him, so Bentley just looked back at the floor. He stood up and flicked the lights off, walking out of the bathroom and patting Bentley’s shoulder. “G‘night, kid.”

“Goodnight,” Bentley muttered as Jason made his way back to the door and retreated into the hall. He shut the door quietly, and Bentley stood there for a minute.

Unsure whether or not that meant Jason liked him, Bentley turned the lights off and slinked into his bed, hoping Jason didn’t think too hard about why the glass didn’t look like a bottle found in an alley.

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best-element-poll · 4 months

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(the 3 most voted elements will advance onto the next round)

since there are a lot of unfamiliar faces I'll introduce each one under the cut:

(disclaimer: most if not all of these descriptions are copy-pasted or rephrased from Wikipedia. tell me if I miss anything or get anything wrong.)

YTTRIUM is used in the red component of CRT TV color displays, in gas mantles for propane lanterns, to make synthetic garnets, and in some cancer treatments. It is also a key ingredient in a type of superconductor.

ZIRCONIUM is refractory, hard, and resistant to chemical attack. It is often used as an opacifier (to make something opaque) for ceramic materials and is sometimes used in space vehicles where heat resistance is needed. You may know him from the ZrO2 that is used for your laboratory crucibles. personally, I love crucibles. i will be kind of mad if zirconium gets no votes. crucible lovers unite.

NIOBIUM is considered a technology-critical element. It is used mostly in alloys, and even in various superconducting materials, which are widely used for MRI scanners. and also they called this thing columbium for a while, and then confused it with tantalum. I'm glad they settled on niobium.

MOLYBDENUM is apparently an important mineral for the human body! Apparently, you should eat around 45 micrograms per day. Wow!!!!!!!!!

TECHNETIUM is the lightest element whose isotopes are all radioactive! It is often used in nuclear medicine, or generated as a fission product. They also took real long to find this guy, with 6 erroneous discoveries.

RUTHENIUM is also involved in many nuclear fission reactions, sometimes as a product of fission of uranium or plutonium. It's also used a lot in electronics due to its non-volatility.

RHODIUM is a precious metal primarily used in catalytic converters for cars. It is also used for various other industrial processes. It is also used in jewelry, e.g. sometimes white gold is plated with rhodium to give it a shiny layer.

PALLADIUM is primarily used in catalytic converters for cars. Palladium is also used in electronics, dentistry, medicine, hydrogen purification, chemical applications, groundwater treatment, and jewelry. Palladium is also a key component of hydrogen-oxygen fuel cells.

SILVER: it's everywhere. it's even a whole color on its own. I've been using the word silver to describe the colors of every other element here. it's probably going to win.

CADMIUM: apparently this thing is toxic and carcinogenic despite having great potential in anticancer drugs. ah well. it was also used in batteries scarily recently.

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he sat at the foot of the bed

simply observing as you laid spread and naked before him

his eyes glimmered under moonlight, one with a soft hazel glow with flecks of green and brown

the other as white as the moon itself, so bright in contrast

he stared you down with a gaze that could only be attributed to lust, desire even

yet he remained fully clothed, letting his eyes undress you despite you already lacking clothing

as if he were peeling back the layers of your flesh

searching for a pure untouched soul he could corrupt

“i want you to touch yourself” his voice spoke in breathy whispers

almost accentuating each syllable speaking to you as if you were simple minded

you were hesitant to oblige yet you could not control the instinctual movement of your fingers

sinking lower down your stomach until your palm rested atop your mound

it were as if his eyes controlled your movements

watching on as they followed every minuscule twitch of your fingertips

eventually letting your fingers tease your slick folds

gathering your wetness on the pads of your fingertips

moaning softly at the sensation as you ghosted faintly over your sensitive clit

only imagining how he was enjoy the sight before him

a low groan left his lips, yet he did not act on it

still observing the scene

although his breath had become more ragged

the subtle rise and fall of his chest now seemed like deep shaky gasps

“just like that, my angel…you’re doing so well”

you hummed with delight at two fingers sunk deeper inside yourself

the soft sloshing of your wetness around the slender digits made your toes curl and stomach churn with excitement

malakai parted his lips with his tongue

the appendage licked the bottom lip feverishly

looking like a man starved of cunt

“sir…” you whimpered

voice pitched with a moan as a knot of arousal formed in your stomach

growing increasingly as you continued

he replied with a small hum of acknowledgement, palming the sizeable bulge in his trousers

“c-can i cum…?” you questioned, practically begged, feeling your end drawing near

he took a moment to glance down at your soaked cunt once more

smiling in satisfaction as your sweetness made of skin glow under moonlight

“you just gotta do one thing for me”

“anything…please!”

he stood up from his position, trapping your ankles in his palm, keeping your legs spread

“beg me for it…i wanna hear you, loud and clear. can you do that for me sweetheart?”

you gulped thickly, feeling the tightness in your belly increase

“y-yes sir…” you stammered over your words, throat hoarse and dry

“good…now what do you say?”

he cocked an eyebrow inquisitively almost printing you to continue

“please…please let me cum sir! i need to cum!”

you whines and whimpers contorted with screams and pleasured gasps

malakai’s fingers tightened around your ankles

only aiding in your pleasure with his tongue when as you were about to hit your peak

drawing circles against your swollen, throbbing pearl

“that’s a good girl. you can cum now”

it did not take long for the flood gates to quite literally implode

your juices gushed from your cunt, soaking your folds, fingers, his tongue and the bed sheets below

you shuddered at the sensation, body shivering lightly still as the euphoria of your orgasm finally subsided

so much so that malakai had pressed his body to yours

peppering gentle kisses into the crook of your neck

bringing your fingers up to his lips

sampling the droplets of your sweetness at it clung to the pads of your fingertips

humming with satisfaction at your taste

“i want you…” you muttered halfway between sleep and consciousness

words murmured into his collarbone

“are you sure? once i start i don't think i'm able to stop”

you nodded with a sheepish grin, almost shying away into his chest

you repeated your sentence, arms folding around his neck as he positioned himself above you

his lips lingered against yours for a moment

barely touching yet the moment had never felt so intimate

he never broke eye contact, his forehead pressed to yours as he slipped inside you

his breath tickling the tops of your cheeks, giving a shaky exhale as he bottomed out

“fuck…” he grunted, drawing out the word as his hips began to rock back and forth in a slow yet steady rhythmic motion

his forearms placed either side of your head

allowing you to see the way his muscles contracted and relax with each movement

the shadows casted from the moonlight glow only aided in the sight

“my angel…you feel heavenly” he murmured against your chin

lips sinking down to place breathless, open-mouth kisses to the column of your throat

your fingers retracted inward, nails sinking into the flesh of his back offer he gave a particularly rough thrust

indents, much like claw marks in his inked skin

“you’re the light of my life, my darling…my god…heaven help who ever hurts you”

you could feel yourself begin to buckle under the weight of your next orgasm

the pulse grew thick between your thighs

gasps rose in your throat like calls for air

malakai braced himself against your chest, hands slipping under your back in order to hold you close

“cum for me, my angel…make a mess around my cock”

the force of your orgasm caused tears to will in the corners of your eyes

choked sobs catching in your throat as your pussy quivered around his length

heated thrums of your orgasms clenching around him

he gave a final groan, his hot seed filling your womb

a sensation that made your back arch with contentment

a small hum left your lips, breaking between the soft, pleasured sobs

“hey…sweetheart. look at me” he tiled your head upwards, catching your teary gaze

“don’t cry, my love…you did so well”

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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The Photoshoot (Part 43)

Cillian Murphy

Series Master list 2014 , 2015

After it took me way too much to continue this story, here it is finally! I went a bit back in time to remember why I fell in love with this series and also changing a bit the plot I imagined in the beginning helped me, your thoughts are highly appreciated.

📸 Photoshoot by Willy Vanderperre for Another man magazine (Fall/Winter) // I LOVE this photoshoot but I’m dividing it into two parts, this is the first one…

Clicking on the shutter and Yael looked over her husband, erm client. Right now they could only have a professional relationship as they were shooting for Another Man magazine for the Fall/Winter collection, the edition would be released in October.

“Look at the floor for me please. Relax your shoulders.” If only she could relax herself.

The stylist fixed his hair and smoothed his skin with a translucent powder between shoots.

But after snapping a few more photos, Yael exhaled loudly realizing nothing she could do would change the result she was getting in camera. Cillian’s eyes spoke volumes, they couldn’t lie to the camera, even though his energy was positive all the time and he was chatty and all smiles with the team, once he positioned before her, she was able to see the sadness in the depths of his blue eyes, the disappointment.

But this wasn’t his fault, she knew it was the situation they were going through.

Before their trip to her hometown, they got a phone call to cancel their appointment with a fertility doctor, he was heading out of Ireland for a congress and holidays for almost a month, so their plans to start working on IVF as an option was soon discarded.

Unfortunately, the adoption process they started right away was slow and bureaucratic, they still haven’t heard anything back from the office, they needed to book an interview, an appointment and a million other things.

“Can we take a five minute break please?” Yael called out, admitting this wasn’t going as she would like.

“Babe, what’s the matter?” Cillian approached her quietly as the rest of the people left the room.

“I don’t like how this is turning out.” She looked down, touching the strap of the camera to distract herself.

Cillian was confused, was he doing something wrong?

Taking the camera in her hands, she scrolled through the images, zooming into his face.

“You can’t lie to the camera Cill, your eyes are a window into your heart… your soul. And all I can see in there is sadness. I know you’re trying to be strong for me for what we’re going through but I can’t bare it to see it embodied, right there in the surface.”

Cillian looked into the photographs Yael took of him, realizing she was saying the truth.

This was too deep for her, this was the very same man she slept with every night, the one offering her comfort when she needed it the most, the one loving her when she didn’t feel at her best. Of course she could see into the deepest layers.

He was an actor, but there are things he still couldn’t do. How could he fake a smile and put on a good face to the camera when deep inside he was hurting just like his wife? He felt with his hands tied because no matter how much he wanted, they needed help to have a baby and the path was rocky and it made him feel useless to know how sad it was for her.

“If we’re both not into this, we should cancel the photos.” He suggested, hands planted firmly on his hips.

Yael looked at him, both relieved and worried.

“But they asked you to do the photos, perhaps someone else can do the photosho-”

“No.” He interrupted her immediately. “I want you to take these photos.”

“I tried but this doesn’t feel good, my mind and my heart are not here right now.”

“Let’s reschedule then…” taking her hands in his, Cillian stroked her skin with his thumb.

“This is important, we can’t do that.”

“You are the leader of this photoshoot, you can ask to reschedule, we can do this later since we’re staying over.” Cillian proposed again now cupping her face in his hands, to make her look at him. “Let’s focus on Noah’s christening ceremony and then we can think of doing this after that, yeah?”

Yael allowed herself to get lost in his eyes for a few seconds before nodding.

“Thank you for understanding.”

Cillian winked. “Oh this is just my evil plan to take you to the lake house a day earlier, to have you just for myself.”

That made her laugh, he was always looking for a way to lighten the mood.

“I’m going to let the team know, you can get changed here if you want.” Yael touched his chest before leaving the room in the studio she had rented for the photoshoot.

Before she could take one more step, her husband stopped her by the waist, making a Yael face him to steal one quick kiss. “I know you can do a remarkable work, take your time.”

***

“It’s been a while since we’ve been here.” Cillian took a look around the apartment, Yael’s mother, Isla was kind enough to get someone to clean the place and left a bouquet of fresh flowers and hot homemade dinner for them in the stove.

Scout immediately stormed into the couch, tired from the travel to Manchester.

“It’s a shame we haven’t use it a lot.” Yael admitted after taking the bag to their bedroom. They had been most of the time in Ireland and after everything they’ve been through this place was the last thing in their minds.

“Come here.” Cillian pulled his wife into his arms.

He knew first hand how Yael had been feeling when the doctor they choose to help them with their journey to try IVF had to cancel their appointment due to a congress in another city, that’s when they made the decision they would start the adoption process, after talking and thinking a lot through it, they made the decision to start the process taking everything into consideration. It was a few days ago but they still haven’t heard anything back.

“Are you alright?” Cillian whispered feeling a small glimpse of relief as his wife relaxed in his embrace.

She nodded against his chest. “Yeah, it’s just a lot to do with the Photoshoot and Noah’s christening.”

Cillian closed his eyes while her sweet scent filled his nostrils. Sliding his hands down, he found what he was looking for.

“You use any excuse to touch my bum.” Yael laughed against his neck, but didn’t move, she simply loved the feeling of his arms around her.

In response, Cillian squeezed it tightly without hurting her. “Can’t help it. It’s so touchable.”

That made her laugh uncontrollably against his chest, he definitely knew how to cheer her up no matter what.

“Sorry to burst your sexy bubble Mr. Murphy, but Lee-Anne is coming to help-” and the doorbell to the apartment rang in that very moment. “There she is.”

Cillian offered her a little pout just as Scout started to bark intensely at the door.

“Later.” Yael promised her husband with a wink.

After the mandatory welcome for the time they’ve spent apart, they all started to set the table. Dinner was terrific and thy didn’t really have to guess a lot, they knew it was Bryan’s famous recipe, he loved to cook and prepared some really good dishes, he had learned it from the best as he spent a most of his summers with his grandparents who owned a restaurant.

“Is Dean punished or what?” Cillian asked sipping on his drink.

Lee-Anne chuckled. “No, he’s away for work.”

“But you said he’ll be back tomorrow for the christening right?” Yael was worried he wouldn’t make in on time and she didn’t want her best friend driving all the way over there by her own.

“Yeah, he’s taking the train back early.” Lee-Anne explained while getting the little thank you presents Yael asked her to buy out of the box, now they only needed to wrap them and attach the thank you for coming note.

“Great! Well, I’ll leave you ladies to this as I’m a bit useless in the Decorate-it-yourself department.” He chuckled and called for Scout.

Yael stared at him with adoration in her eyes until he disappeared into their bedroom.

“How have you been?” Lee-Anne asked measuring the light blue ribbon.

With a loud sigh, Yael arranged the bags in the basket. “Like shit.” She couldn’t lie to her best friend, they’ve known each other for so many years. “I can’t give him a baby and it’s been taking a toll on me and of course, him. But he’s stronger than me.”

Lee-Anne stopped what she was doing and walked around the table to give her friend a hug.

“You could’ve called me.”

“I know, but you’re busy with work and traveling… and I haven’t been myself lately, we were doing a photoshoot earlier and my heart wasn’t there, I don’t have the energy to do it.”

“How are you guys coping with this?”

Cillian decided to go for a walk with Scout, but he stopped mid walk behind the door as he listened to their conversation unintentionally.

“Oh, if I could nominate someone for the husband of the year that’s Cill, he’s been so patient with me, cheering me up at the first opportunity, keeping the positivism around… we wanted to start a treatment but then a series of events made me think perhaps it wasn’t the way, like when one thing after another happens and all the doors are closing? So we filled a form to start the process of adoption, but we haven’t heard anything back.”

Cillian swallowed hard thinking how many times he had heard her sobbing or thought he didn’t see her wiping away the tears in bed and he felt useless. It was breaking him to see his wife no longer passionate about her photo shoots.

“Your determination will get you what you want, you’ll see. Maybe not tomorrow, not next week, but you’ve always fought for what you want, just take a look around, how many times you said you wouldn’t settle for anything less than someone like Bryan?”

Cillian heard his wife chuckle at that. “All my life I wanted the same kind of love mum and dad have. And trust me, Cillian is a saint, I should recognize him more.”

“And you got it, what makes you think you won’t be able to adopt?”

Yael mumbled something he wasn’t able to understand.

“Hang onto the love you have for each other, take the strength from there and trust the process, I’m sure everything you’re going through is preparing you for what you want.”

“You really know how to make me feel better, don’t you?” By the sound of her voice, he could bet Yael was even smiling.

“You can take me to Ireland if you need a cheerleader.” Lee-Anne joked.

“I don’t think Dean would approve, but you can help me prepare something nice for Cill, I’ve been thinking of-” but he closed the door to not spoil the surprise, pleased to learn that at least, he had been doing a good job supporting his wife and feeling hopeful about the adoption.

***

Yael rushed upstairs to get some pins for her cousin’s dress.

“Love? Your parents are here.” Cillian entered the bedroom a few moments later. “Oh, look at this beauty.”

Yael smiled back at her husband, he was wearing a navy suit that made his blue eyes sparkle even more. “Hi handsome.” She pulled him from the tie to give him a small peck on the lips. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She warned playfully noticing the lust in his eyes.

Cillian loved her little comebacks. “You’re lucky I’m no longer a vegetarian.” He ran his hands over her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her skin.

“Anyone can walk in any minute.” She said but left him walk her backwards the wall, his lips nibbling on the skin of her neck.

“Love this perfume. It drives me wild.”

“Did you find the pins?” Violet shouted from the first floor and they took a step back as they heard the steps coming closer. Yael pretended to fix Cillian’s tie.

“Yes, there in the vanity.” She could feel her cheeks growing pink, Cillian on the other hand loved the danger of getting caught.

“Should I take this little one?” He offered showing Noah his hands.

“Yes, go with your godfather for a minute.” Violet passed the baby to his cousin, as she started called him.

“Let’s find some food and then I’m going to play catch the ball with one of your many uncles… you’re the ball by the way.” He joked stopping by the doorframe. “Say bye-bye to mama and your godmother.” He waved Noah’s little hand to them before they could even protest.

“It’s about damn time you start to open the fabric, huh?” Violet commented ignoring their infertility struggle behind closed doors. “You’d make cute babies you know? A little cousin to Noah to grow up with, just like we did… always together.”

Yael shook her head, trying to brush off the innocent comment, nobody in the family knew they couldn’t conceive naturally, but it still hurt her. “Let’s focus on one baby at the time, yeah? Turn around so I won’t hurt you with this.”

“I remember our mums dressing us the same as if we were sisters and throwing birthday parties here, at the cottage with everyone.” Violet held the fabric of her dress out, so Yael could fix it. “Thank you for making this for Noah and for me.”

Yael squeezed her waist, trying to hold back the tears. “Anything for you, let’s go downstairs before my brothers start throwing Noah up in the air.”

It was beautiful to have her complete family for Noah’s christening, the cottage had the power to make her live the most memorable moments. Yael looked around back yard and found her mother fixing the neck of her father’s shirt with her eyes so full of love, in response she saw her Dad smiling back at her returning the same sentiment, just like she had seen the pair since they got together.

“Here she is, my favorite sister.” Arap wrapped his arms around Yael making her giggle.

“I didn’t know you had other sisters?” She teased back.

Despite the age gap between them, they always shared a special bond, Yael found herself having and doing so many things just like her older brother.

“Let me know one of these days to have lunch before you go back to Ireland.”

“Will do, we’re doing some photos but we can arrange something.” She smiled back at him, allowing her brother to give her a small hug as a the photographer they hired walked towards them requesting to have the godmother for a candid shot.

She felt it was a bit strange to be in front of the camera, since she was usually the one taking the pictures, but she loved the feeling of the arms around her of the people she loved the most and Cillian was constantly rubbing her back or squeezing her hip in a reassuring motion.

“Oop! He’s not into me today.” She tried to open Noah’s little hand as he took some of her hair in his fist and started pulling it, as he started squirming impatiently in her arms.

Violet tried to calm him, but only her husband, Ian was able to do it.

They tried it several times with Noah’s parents, as well as the grandparents along with Isla and Bryan, but Noah simply wasn’t in the mood, he didn’t feel like cooperating or looking at the camera, he was fussy or lost looking at something on the ground.

Either way the ceremony was lovely, and the thing she loved the most was having her loved ones close, hearing them laugh and enjoy the celebration Cillian and she organized.

Later that night in the privacy of their bedroom in the cottage, Yael closed her eyes tightly as her husband sneaked his hand between their bodies to stimulate her as she was grinding against him, straddling him, trying to keep it down, which apparently was harder than she initially thought.

“So fucking beautiful.” Cillian praised looking up at her.

His eyes went wide as he looked down at himself, disappearing into her channel over and over again. As she was staring to be louder, Cillian pulled her down to quiet her moans with his mouth. Part of her family was staying over at the cottage and he’d be embarrassed if they could hear them.

The burning sensation between her legs from the movement was only adding more pleasure, but she finally exploded in pleasure when Cillian touched the magic button. Stopping her moves completely for a few moments feeling his seed coating her completely. Yael squeezed his member trying to make the stars in her eyelids last longer.

“Oh God, you left me breathless.” Yael leaned downwards, kissing his chest. Feeling his heartbeat in the process.

Cillian helped her up from him, cleaning their mess. Opening his arm then as an invitation for her to snuggle close to him.

“I saw you upset for an instant earlier.” He mumbled kissing her hair.

Yael sighed getting lost in the freckles of his chest, debating of telling him or not.

“Lisa, one of the twins girlfriend, we were talking and she said she doesn’t know how can I stand seeing you doing the intimate scenes in Peaky Blinders with a beautiful actress like Annabelle Wallis and I’ve no complaints, but it was the way she said, the look she gave me that bothered me and-”

Cillian cupped her face between his hands, running his thumbs over her cheeks. “Baby, you’ve absolutely nothing to worry about.” He looked into her eyes, words firm, feeling secure about his love. “You don’t have to defend me over anyone, don’t let this get in your head.”

“I know,” she stared into his ocean eyes knowing he was saying the truth, “it’s just the stupid words someone says gets under your skin… but I know not because you work with someone you have to have feelings for that person.”

“Why would I ever look at anyone else when I’ve got you?” His hand sneaked under the sheets to find her bum, pulling her body into his, he flipped his wife into her back without crushing her with his weight. His nose touching the tip of hers as his lips peppered her face with soft kisses.

Yael’s hand moved up from his shoulders, her fingertips running through his curls.

“You’re all I ever want.”

***

🥰Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part.

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starrysharks · 1 month

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OK, first-time follower and asking a question, but from what I see, you use ibispaint X how many layers do you have and for what?, Does drawing take forever for you??, Last question, but I'm trying to get into digital drawing. I'm a first time drawer but I wanted to ask how does someone professional like you draw??ps LoVe your art!!

when it comes to ibispaint x the amount of layers really depends on the art being made. for small colored character sketches, it's usually just 5-7 layers - for example, the bella pavona illustration i posted yesterday is 6 layers, one of which is a ref image.

meanwhile for larger pieces and illustrations the layer count ticks up significantly. this recent comm for example was 43 layers, tho around 4 of those were ref images.

drawing doesn't really take forever for me. once again it depends on the piece. the bella illustration for example only took 2hrs, and other character sketches can take even less time (around 30minutes) especially when i'm not designing the character in real time as i draw. meanwhile that full illustration took nearly 14hrs, and one comm that i can't release right now took around 24hrs! so it all depends on scale.

also, i'm not a professional AT ALL!!! i have zero understanding of non-cartoon anatomy, could not draw a realistic person if there was a gun to my head, and have no experience with any other art program save for ibispaint and MSpaint. i just happen to like drawing and take 3D art in school. i wouldn't consider myself a hobbyist tho. i draw for fun the most, and to build a portfolio for myself in the future. i draw just like any other digital artist really, though my art is cell shaded unlike other people who have far more detailed styles (if that makes sense). digital drawing is super fun once you've gotten the hang of it, so i hope this helps you out!

#ask zeno #long post

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bossbotmgr · 7 months

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okay im sorry to ask but you know those 100x100 icons you made of the different departments? Do you have the font for the text and transparent version of the borders?

Hello, sorry this took a bit for me to respond to :,] But yes! I do have the borders. I originally had these on my website, but since my graphics section is down for now they haven't been accessible. These are F2U, but I would prefer credit. I'll also put the instructions for the overlay effects under the cut.

In order of layers - Font used is VTPortableRemington.

BOARDBOTS: >Text color: #9EEAF6 - Add - 51% >Text outline: #29898C - Add - 32% >Color in department emblem: #2DACB2 - Add - 22% >Color around border: - #2DACB2 - Multiply - 100% >Border: - Set color to #29898C - Normal - 47% >#29898C - Color/Set layer to clipping - 23% >#29898C - Multiply/Set layer to clipping - 29% >#3F625D - Saturation/Set layer to clipping - 42% >IMAGE

BOSSBOTS: >Text color: #FFE0AA - Add - 40% >Text outline: #FF802B - Add - 24% >Color in department emblem: #EC9614 - Add - 11% >Color around border: - #811B00 - Multiply - 43% >Border: - Set color to #2F0500 - Multiply - 69% >#BB5826 - Overlay/Set layer to clipping - 16% >#DD7947 - Burn/Set layer to clipping - 24% >#2C0F00 - Saturation/Set layer to clipping - 26% >IMAGE

CASHBOTS: >Text color: #FFFFFF - Add - 53% >Text outline: #8FD97B - Add - 22% >Color in department emblem: #3B9942 - Add - 27% >Color around border: - #496D40 - Normal - 49% >Border: - Set color to #198100 - Multiply - 100% >#3B843B - Burn/Set layer to clipping - 30% >#347C39 - Saturation/Set layer to clipping - 10% >IMAGE

LAWBOTS: >Text color: #8DB5CA - Add - 75% >Text outline: #23498D - Add - 32% >Color in department emblem: #7493A3 - Add - 27% >Color around border: - #236E95 - Normal - 32% >Border: - Set color to #003069 - Multiply - 100% >#688FBE - Burn/Set layer to clipping - 39% >#688FBE - Saturation/Set layer to clipping - 10% >IMAGE

SELLBOTS: >Text color: #FDC1FF - Add - 75% >Text outline: #D300FF - Add - 32% >Color in department emblem: #DC00CE - Add - 26% >Color around border: - #840094 - Normal - 49% >Border: - Set color to #840094 - Multiply - 100% >#CE00DA - Burn/Set layer to clipping - 52% >#4B0051 - Saturation/Set layer to clipping - 10% >IMAGE

#my posts #my graphics #my edits #toontown #toonblr #2023

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kariokiipeaches · 2 years

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I’ve been reading Poor Little Meow Meow by @lady-of-disdain on Ao3 for a bit, and it really got my juices flowin (heh)…

CREATIVE juices, that is!

This started as a singular piece of just Killer, but I ended up with the second piece, and NOW all I can think of is that it looks like a book-cover sleeve…

…ya know; you pick up the book, see Killer, flip the book over to see that back of the jacket to read the preface and find out what the books about…

…and you see the cat, and no text…

…and yet, that’s exactly what it’s about, LOL

IT’S FUN FACT TIME!!

••This started as ME! I couldn’t find a “forced perspective squatting near/over” drawing reference, so I took a photo of me doing it and traced!

••This is 43 layers, and that’s AFTER I merged the eyes, mouth, skull, and their respective colors on another page and dropped them into this one!

••Shading is a b*tch! I MADE UP 4 shades of black (line work, eyes/goop, and two more for shirt and shading on the shirt) but I’m not sure you can even tell!

••Bones are hard to draw!

••YES! That IS Blep! You described him as a tuxedo, so there he is in all his glory!

THANK GOD in your description of Killer for your story you included the fingerless gloves, cuz hand-bones SUCK! You really saved my ass there *phew*

THANK you for your FAN-F*CKING-TASTIC story!!!

If you wanna see the process of turning me into Killer, here’s the link to the video:

https://youtu.be/ytagmaMTn8c

If you wanna read the story, and find OUT why I’m making art, here’s a link to that:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38901924/chapters/97285926

I’m @kariokiipeaches on Tumblr AND Twitter! It’s all FNF and Undertale AU stuff on there!

#poor little meow meow #ao3 fanfic #killer #killer!sans #cat blep #fanfic #fanart #undertale #undertale alternate universe #something new #killer sans #youtube link #ao3 link

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heroes-feasting · 1 year

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Delzoun "Tide-Me-Overs"

“While these are customary consumables at Hornmoot, the traditional human-dwarven trading festival that marks the dawn of Spring, there isn’t a holiday on the eventful dwarven calendar that doesn’t feature these scrumptious meats on the menu.” - Heroes’ Feast, p. 90

Personally, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more dwarven food than the good old-fashioned meatball.

Heroes’ Feast’s Delzoun “Tide-Me-Overs” bring dwarven kitchens to life with these extremely tasty and juicy meatballs! Leagues better than anything you’d buy at the grocery store, I would absolutely suggest making these yourself.

This recipe is also ridiculously forgiving. Once, I doubled nearly all the ingredients by accident, aside from the meat, and they still came out amazing!

If you don’t eat pork, no worries! They’re just as tasty using only beef!

Check out below for tips and tricks when making this yourself! Get Heroes’ Feast here: https://dnd.wizards.com/heroes-feast

Prep: 15 mins Cook: 1h 30 mins Total: 1h 45 mins

Ingredients:

¼ cup (60 ml) heavy cream*

1 egg

2 slices dark bread (such as rye), crusts discharged, remainder torn into pieces**

3 tbsp. (43 g) unsalted butter

1 small onion, finely chopped

Kosher salt

¼ tsp. (2 g) ground allspice

8 oz (225 g) ground pork

8 oz (225 g) lean ground beef

Freshly ground black pepper

2 tbsp. (8 g) all-purpose flour

1 ½ cups (350 ml) low-sodium chicken broth

1 tsp. (4 g) light brown sugar

1 ½ tsp. (7 ml) soy sauce

½ tsp. (2 ml) fresh lemon juice

3 tbsp. (12 g) finely chopped fresh dill or parsley

* I’ve used both heavy cream and half-and-half with no issues.

** I used Vienna-style Pumpernickel Bread, cut into standard ½ -inch sandwich slices at the thickest part of the loaf.

In a large bowl, whisk together the cream and egg (top-left).

Add the bread, mix well, and set aside, stirring occasionally, until the bread is softened, about 20 minutes (top-right).

Using a fork or sturdy spoon, mash the bread into a paste and set aside (bottom).

NOTE: Apparently, the bread is not what binds the meat/other ingredients together, but works with the milk to give the meatballs moisture and texture! The eggs are the only binding ingredient.

In hindsight, this makes sense, since in baking eggs are a binder…

Meanwhile, in a skillet over medium heat, melt 1 tbsp. (14 g) of the butter. Add the onion and ½ tsp. (3 g) salt and cook, stirring, until softened, about 4 minutes (left).

Add the allspice and cook, stirring, until fragrant, about 40 seconds (right).

Remove from heat and let them cool to room temperature. Laying mine in a single layer in the skillet, it took about 10 minutes.

TIP: Don’t be afraid to eat some of the onions to see if they’ve softened enough.

TIP: Cooling my onions in a single layer in the skillet took about 10 minutes.

Preheat the oven to 475℉ (245℃) with a wire rack in the middle of the oven. Coat a large wire rack with nonstick cooking spray and set it in a large, rimmed baking sheet.

Add the cooled onion mixture, pork, ground beef, baking powder, 1 tsp. (5 g) salt and ½ tsp. (1 g) pepper to the bread paste and, using a large spoon or your hands, mix until well combined and uniform.

TIP: To save yourself time when doing the dishes, line the baking sheet with aluminum foil so you don’t need to scrape any burned bits off.

NOTE: Personally, I didn’t run into this problem while making mine, but it’s important to only mix the meat mixture until everything is just combined. Overmixing will result in stiffer, tougher meatballs.

With moistened hands, form the mixture into generous 1-tablespoon-sized balls (left).

Arrange the meatballs on the rack in the baking sheet and bake until lightly browned, about 20 minutes, rotating the pan halfway through (right).

NOTE: I had to make double the amount of pork/beef meatballs since 8 oz packages of each ground meat were not available. Expect about half the amount of meatballs that you see here if making this yourself.

NOTE: The meatballs will sag through the wire rack a little bit when placed, this is fine!

NOTE: The ones shown above are the size Heroes’ Feast recommends. I wanted them to be a little bit larger the second time I made them, so I went for golf-ball sized. The cooking time stayed the same, but I found the weight of them might have been a bit too much and they lost way more structure than the smaller ones.

However, that was also the time I accidentally doubled all the ingredients aside from the meat, so I’m sure there was more at play there. Just something to keep in mind. They still came out great though! In fact, they’re the ones shown in the final picture.

Wipe out the skillet used for the onions to remove any stray onion bits, set it over medium heat, and melt the remaining 2 tbsp. (28 g) butter. Stirring constantly, cook until fragrant and a shade darker, 1 to 2 minutes.

Add flour and cook, stirring constantly, until golden, 2 to 3 minutes (top-left).

Switch to a whisk and, whisking constantly, gradually add the broth. Continuing to whisk often, cook for about 2 minutes (top-right).

Add the brown sugar, soy sauce, lemon juice, and ¼ tsp. (0.5 g) pepper and continue to whisk and cook until thickened, about 2 more minutes (bottom).

NOTE: The Heroes’ Feast “cook’s notes” mentions that the sauce will thicken quickly as it cools, and to add extra chicken broth to loosen the consistency.

They’re absolutely right! It’s more obvious in the next pictures but the sauce thickens a lot. It’s also a lot darker than what’s shown in the preview image in the book, so I’m not sure how much extra broth they had to add, but it seems like quite a bit.

Add meatballs to the sauce and simmer, stirring occasionally, until heated through, about 4 minutes (left).

Stir in most of the dill or parsley and taste and adjust the seasoning with additional salt and pepper, if necessary (right).

Transfer to a serving dish, sprinkle with remaining dill or parsley, and serve hot.

Overall, I would give this recipe a 5/5. It was a little daunting since the ingredients list was so long, but once I got started making the meatballs it was actually remarkably simple! They’re really juicy, have great texture, and the allspice-seasoned onions are so tasty!

The sauce is a little awkward to make, but it does add amazing flavour. But, again, the meatballs retained so much moisture you don’t really need a sauce to enjoy them!

Honestly, if you have the time and are sick of store-bought meatballs, definitely give these a try.

Finally, as I mentioned earlier, you can totally make these with only beef (shown in the final picture above)! They’ll still retain quite a bit of moisture and be super delicious.

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dangerous-advantage · 11 months

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writing warm-up

prompt: mikey, raph, and leo complain about the heat. time taken: 43:04 (oops) word count: 452

"Urgh," Leo groaned. "It's so hot."

The turtles were splayed out across the concrete top of a building, laying on their stomachs and sides. The sky above was an unyielding blue, filtered through the thin layer of smog that offered nothing but a distinct, smoky aftertaste to each breath.

Billboards buzzed and blinded, advertising restaurant chains and insurance. 'Have a coke and a smile!' 'Fly the friendly skies of United.' 'Great Wolf Lodge -- Bringing joy to families. All together.'

The sound of midday traffic faded into the backdrop of the city, voices shouting back and forth mixing with sirens in the distance. Up here, the sun beat down on their shells with little care for it's burn. The wind they had hoped to find high up on the rooftops was stubbornly absent, nothing more than a few half-baked attempts at a breeze.

"It's been three hours, he has to be done by now," Leo whined.

"I dunno, Leo," Raph replied, fanning himself with a large, red sensu fan. A dragon in shining black ink weaved across it's folds as if scaling a mountain, jaw outstretched in a yawn. "You know how Dee gets when he's doin' tech installation. A single misstep and we get a repeat of The Incident of '14."

A collective shudder passed through the group.

"I see your point," Leo admitted, rolling onto his stomach. "But also-- you couldn't even let me take my comic book? I'm right in the middle of "Jupiter Jim: Return to Shiroshi!"

"The sooner we got out, the better," Raph stated. He dipped his chin in a solemn nod.

"He'd better be installing a new air conditioner," Leo grumbled, but offered nothing more, languishing in dramatic silence.

"Hey!" Mikey piped up, sitting up. He'd been watching the street from above, arms crossed beneath his chin. "I know what we could do!"

Raph and Leo glanced over.

Mikey pointed over the edge. "Let's go to the aquarium!"

"Urgh, no thanks," Leo groaned. "Right now, the only thing I want to see swimming is myself."

"And plus, we don't have our disguises," Raph added. "Sorry, buddy."

Mikey deflated a little, drawing Leo's eye.

"Hey, wait a minute," Leo said, sitting up. "That's not a bad idea! Why don't we go swimming?"

"That sounds great, Leo, but uh, where exactly?" Raph asked. "Unless you're looking to take a dip in the Hudson, we're not exactly spare any secluded beaches."

"Actually," Leo mused, "I was thinking something a little more..."

"Biocompatible?" Mikey quipped.

"Flashy?" Raph deadpanned.

Leo's mouth took on a slight curve, fingers across the hilt of one of his katanas. Glancing across the street, he set his eyes on one of the billboards.

"How about... splashy?"

(@thecoralkids i have no fucking clue why, but it ate your ask before i could finish answering it, so i'm just making a whole 'nother post lmao. thanks for the ask!! <3)

#ba dum tsss #rottmnt #rottmnt drabbles #dangerous drabbles #bro it took me 5 million years to get to this but then again that is why i asked for prompts #so i could hoard them like a dragon hoarding gold #anyway #if you sent me an ask prompt rest assured i will get to it someday!#they are very helpful for getting the creative juices flowing #didn't read back through this so i apologize for any glaring errors lmao #my writing #can you tell my understanding of new york comes entirely from percy jackson? /j /lh

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digitalmidnight · 2 years

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The best perk of Bandana Dee's job was his bedroom. It was located on the second floor of the east wing, far from the barracks the soldiers slept in. His only neighbor was the Great King himself, who lived directly above him and despite his tendency to stay up late into the night he was quite quiet. Well, most nights anyway.

Bandana Waddle Dee opened his eyes slowly. 2:43 am, his clock read. Why'd he wake up? He didn’t feel thirsty, hungry, nor did he feel the urge to visit the bathroom. He wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact he felt he was in the most comfortable position he could be, bundled in thick, fuzzy blankets as the cool night’s breeze swept over the rest of the room from the cracked open window. Whatever reason he had to wake up didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and let the fountain of dream’s blessing wash over him yet again.

The sound of machinery reached the Waddle Dee’s ears. The King’s power drill, to be precise. Disgruntled and tired, Bandana Dee forced his eyes open to stare at the clock. 2:45 am. Despite his role as advisor, he preferred not to be against the king in any way. At the same time, his liege was using a power drill at near 3am. With much displeasure, Bandana peeled himself from his warm cocoon and made his way to the window. Pressing his cheek against the cold pane, the workshop on the third floor of the north wing where his King always did his engineering work was visible. The lights were on and the windows were closed, yet they did little to muffle the noises. He shut his window in hopes that maybe it would silence the cacophony of tools. It didn’t. With a sigh, Bandana Dee dragged himself from the window to make the long crawl to the Great King.

“My liege?” Softly called out Bandana. He had slipped in the room during a brief pause in the noises. Hunched over the workbench, King Dedede had his back to the door and protective headphones covering his ears. The power drill and all his other, louder tools currently weren’t in his hands as he appeared to be comparing whatever he was working on to his notes. It took a moment, but he did eventually turn to Bandana Dee, who was still in the doorway.

King Dedede took off his headphones and his safety glasses as quickly as he could without taking his headpiece off with it. “Strawberry shortcake?” Figures he wouldn’t question Bandana Dee being up at 3am, just if the slice of cake that Bandana Dee had grabbed for him was Strawberry shortcake. He had brought it knowing the King would enjoy a snack, hopefully enough to agree to leave whatever project he was working on for a more typical hour.

“Correct, Great King.” Seeing as there was no clear spot on the table, Bandana Dee opted to just hand the cake to King Dedede, who eagerly took it. “I thought you would enjoy a treat.”

The King didn’t even use a fork. He ate quicker than he usually did, if even possible, then wiped his hands on a spare rag before going back to reading his notes. The notes were an amalgamation of the King’s spontaneous ideas, observations, and complaints. All of which were written so erratically and messily that if Bandana had to read the notebook, he would need a decoder. On the table laid a metal shell that looked similar to the Great King’s hammer, as well as a small rocket and engine that may have once belonged to a vehicle of some sorts. Several blueprints for many other machines were scattered across the table, layered so only parts of them were visible. Nails and bolts were in piles wherever they could be. If there was a method to the madness, Bandana Dee didn’t see it.

Bandana Dee stood nearby, staring to see if he could figure out where his King was in his project, when he was pulled out of his thoughts by the king. “Hey, wait a sec. Since when are you up at midnight, Bandee?”

“It’s just past 3, sir.” Bandana Dee corrected.

“Quit joshin with me, it ain’t that late!” Snapped King Dedede as he turned to his digital clock that rested on the wall just above the window. A fierce blush was making his way across his cheeks from the embarrassment and frustration at being wrong. As his King’s closest subordinate, he wouldn’t say a word about it.

“I heard your power drill from my room, Great King, and I thought you would want a small break from your work.”

His blush grew, however the anger shifted away to sheepishness. He wouldn’t apologize, and Bandana Dee didn’t expect one, however he knew in his heart the King did feel semi guilty about the noise. Hopefully enough to cease using any loud tools so late in the evening again.

Hoping to shift the topic to one less embarrassing to his King, he asked curiously, “what are you working on, sir?”

“Well you see this here?” King Dedede pointed to a blueprint on the table, one Bandana Dee couldn’t see from his vantage point. Thankfully, King Dedede shimmied to the right in his bench, making room for him to crawl onto the seat. The blueprint he was pointing to was of Kabula, his personal aircraft with advanced AI controls. It was of her redesign, which was faster and deadlier thanks to the efforts of the Great King, who had worked tirelessly on her until he declared the project finished last week.

King Dedede was tapping on a part of the blueprint showing a mere section of the aircraft. It was either a missile or a jet. “I thought adding a bit more omph to my hammer will help me clobber that there Kirby. Makin’ my swings heavier and faster with this here engine will give that puffball a run for his money, if he even makes it to me! Ha!”

“Great King,” Bandana Dee exclaimed in curious confusion. It appeared as though his king were planning to add in a small engine along with a jet to a hammer. Yes, that would make his swings faster and heavier, however, “Wouldn’t that make your hammer too heavy?”

With a devious snicker, already imagining the future fight with Kirby, King Dedede picked up the engine from a nearby pile of parts and tossed it with the ease he would an apple. “Ha! This little extra weight ain’t anything! Heck, I think even you could carry it.” With that he held out the engine in offering. Bandana Dee stared sleepily at it for a moment before reaching out to hold it. How heavy could it possibly be?

Heavy. So heavy. As soon as King Dedede’s support was gone, the engine along with his hands were dragged down to his feet. Thankfully, his liege had better reflexes than him, or perhaps he was just more awake, and grabbed the engine before either him or the engine took damage. That engine had to weigh more than 600 apples at the least, yet his King could hold it with ease.

“Uh, guess not. You okay?” Without looking, the Great King casually dropped the engine on the workbench roughly where it had been originally.

“Y-yes.” To be sure, Bandana Dee shook his arms a little. He was fine. “Kirby sure has a tough fight ahead of him if you use that hammer, sir.”

“And I’ll have an easy one!” King Dedede turned back towards his worktable. “Tomorrow is the day me and Kirby’s rivalry ends once ‘n for all!”

“Of course, sire.” Tomorrow was the day. By morning, they would send for Kirby. If Bandana Dee’s calculations were correct, Kirby would arrive for the final battle between him and the King by sunset at the latest. The thought sent his heart racing, no matter how often his king reasured him that even if Kirby beat every other member of the army, Kirby didn’t stand a chance against the Great King. The excitement was extremely tiring, actually. A yawn escaped him.

King Dedede looked down to him. “You can go to bed now, Bandee.”

“Your Majesty should as well,” countered Bandana Dee. “We have a big day ahead of us.”

“I’ll go to bed when I’m done!” King Dedede declared, stubborness flaring up.

“Then I will stay up with you, my King.” Bandana Dee said with his own brand of stubborness. Though he expected that the Great King saw through this bluff when the Waddle Dee tried unsuccesfully to stifle another yawn. King Dedede said nothing about it, just moving back towards his work. The tossed aside engine was picked up with only one of his hands and laid carefully in the hammer’s shell. Arranging a tiny light so he would see, the Great King picked up a small tool and some wires and began to work on the inside of the shell.

Bandana Dee leaned over to rest his head on the King’s robe. To be able to be strong enough to hold back Kirby, who defeated Dark Matter, Nightmare and many other terrifying bosses that Waddle Dee couldn’t name, was amazing.

If only he could be that strong as well.

Bandana Dee didn’t remember going to bed when he awoke tucked in a little too tight, but he did remember that burning desire to one day be as strong as his king. That wish of his persisted, even a week later when he was pulling a small wagon with four neat boxes in it to the castle’s infirmary.

☆☆☆☆☆

Despite the intro, the story will mostly focus on Meta Knight and Bandana Dee. I think I'll hold off fully posting it on AO3 until it's complete, but here's the intro.

Fanfiction will feature:

Bandana Dee, who puts himself first for the first time in his life and it spirals out of control

Kirby, who latches on to Bandana Dee the second he gives him food

Meta Knight, who thinks the best way to apologize for an attempted take over is to teach the king's closest subordinate how to fight behind his back

And King Dedede, who is trying his best (yet failing) to pretend like he isn't becoming friends with the other three

#kirby #writing midnight fanfiction #fanfiction #bandana dee #kirby series #king dedede #rip the other fanfic for a while but i need to save face in the family lmao #long post #i think tumblr cuts it off now so i dont need to put a read more??? tell me if otherwise #first draft so there are def mistakes that will be edited out #protostar kirby fic

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