#wasn't planning on making a birthday edit but then i got this idea
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More dating Heartsteel Kayn HCs (Birthday + Halloween Edition! ft. Rhaast)
Brief mention of drinking, but doesn’t go into full detail.
(( Happy birthday to this silly guy!! 😚😚 )) ~ OBBY 💗
You’ve known Kayn’s birthday was on the 30th and not the 31st thanks to a certain K/DA member texting him at a very unfortunate time, but you did enjoy the idea of celebrating both days in general. Kayn, on the other hand, prefers the 31st because that is what he says his birthday is. It doesn’t hurt to just simply indulge him. If he wants his birthday on the 31st, who the hell are you to say? Don’t let that stop you from doing something fun on the 30th though. Try to take advantage of the fact he has a habit of staying up very late. As long as you two aren’t caught, perhaps you could get away with a thing or two. Maybe a little spray paint to liven up this boring alley right?
Kayn might catch on to what your intentions are and he will tease you about it and telling you his birthday is tomorrow, but he truly does appreciate what you’re doing. Any moment he can spare just to be with you is everything to him.
“Is this for my birthday? You know that’s tomorrow.”
“Whattt? Of course I know that.”
“This is for my birthday, isn’t it?”
“Totally not.”
“It’s totally for my birthday!”
“It’s past midnight anyway! It’s your birthday right now!”
On the 31st, do expect Rhaast to make an appearance. In fact, it may or may not have been his idea for you to dress up like him. He thinks it’d look cool, and luckily for both of you, some people seemed to have the same idea to dress up as him. Of course, it’d be obvious to tell which one was the real Rhaast, but you? The media can just say you were just a “mysterious talented artist” who practically nailed the costume. At least they never got a picture of your face or even your name, and they’ll never know that you actually got help from the man himself.
Rhaast does eventually escape from the crowd just to go to you and drag you onto a rooftop to watch everyone else. Does he make fun of other people’s attempts to dress up as him? Absolutely.
“[name]! Look at that one over there!”
“A for effort, at least.”
“No, that’s too high! Bump it down to C tier.”
“Hah! That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? Not even low B tier?”
“Not at all!”
“Oh come on, look at that one. That one’s not that bad, right?”
“Ugh, more like cheaply made.”
Rhaast himself is pretty anti-paparazzi. Not in the “literally blinding in the camera” kind of anti-paparazzi, but rather the one that tends to scare them away quite literally. Popping out of nowhere with a loud “BOO!” and a boisterous laugh. Although in general, Rhaast is just really hard to get a good picture of if it’s not during a show. I mean have you seen him? Look at him go.
tbh he’d probably scare some kids too
Since we’re talking about Rhaast, let’s talk about your relationship with him. He loves you. In fact, he’s the one that pushed Kayn to approach you when he realized how Kayn felt about you. In a way, you could say this relationship is polyamorous. Rhaast still gets very jealous if he’s not let out to have time with you, though it’s not so different with Kayn. Both of them can get pretty jealous in general.
“You’re such a wimp! Just do it!!”
“No..!”
“Oh come on!! They’re perfect! You even thought it!”
“Well-! Yes, I did! But-!”
“They even love the way I work things! If you want them, you have to get them before someone else does! Have you seen how that other guy was looking at them earlier?!”
“I am not doing it.”
“What’s that saying? “The worst they can do is say no”? Just do it Kayn!!"
“Ugh! Fine! Tomorrow."
"Pussy."
Rhaast was Kayn's personal alarm that next morning. He wasn't going to let Kayn forget the plan. Let’s just say he was a bit of a mess when he finally came to you thanks to Rhaast, but when you said yes, he was ecstatic. Kayn struggled trying to keep a straight face when all he can hear is Rhaast yelling triumphantly. That was also the day you realized Rhaast wasn't just his "alter-ego," but rather a whole other person that only Kayn hears and lets out time to time. Well, you did like Kayn, and you did like "not simply an alter-ego" Rhaast, so it worked out.
He definitely tried scaring you a few times. Maybe he succeeded, maybe he didn’t, but he’s done a handful of things to you and others to try and get a reaction. Maybe you grew a resistance to it overtime and your reactions gradually changed.
Rhaast does let you snap some pretty cool photos of him which probably includes him doing dangerous stunts. Still, seeing him go do what he loves to do without anything to stop him was nice. That didn’t stop you from being worried if he’ll actually get hurt, though. He sometimes teases you on that. To be fair, he does this all the time and comes out unscathed.
Heading towards your next destination (which would be wherever they had agreed to celebrate his birthday) had to be done with the two of you doing in different routes so that attention wasn’t drawn to either of you, or to you specifically. Wouldn’t want too many speculations now, though it is fun to see the fans create their own thoughts on the matter. They were either entirely wrong, or they were so close to the truth. You were going to meet up again a few blocks from the location, and of course, he was there first waiting for you in a wall just to kind of surprise you. You were greeted by Kayn instead of Rhaast, and he lifts the mask on your face to give you a kiss.
“Hey there gorgeous~”
“Hey yourself. Were you just standing in that wall the entire time?”
“Guilty as charged. You’re so slow.”
“Says the one who can walk in walls.”
“Yeah, but you love it when I do it.”
Serves as good time to just walk and chat now that you’re away from the crowd. Most people, and kids, would be at home and maybe sleeping by now, so the streets are rather empty.
“Not that I’m complaining, but are you here because Rhaast is tired?”
“If I let Rhaast drink to his heart’s content, none of us will be going home.”
“Since when did that ever stop you?”
“Yeah… But Yone won’t be letting me off the hook, so I’m unfortunately at a limit.”
“And on your birthday. What a shame.”
Whether this is your first time meeting the rest of Heartsteel or not, it’s safe to say you get along with them fairly well. Ezreal wanted all the details, but gets cut off by Kayn who would pull you away from him. K’Sante and Alune are always fun to talk to, so if things get too rowdy, you can run to them and chat for a while.
You’ve spotted Aphelios taking pictures of some stuff happening, like how Kayn and Ezreal are still bickering which he’ll post somewhere later. He’ll probably go to you to show you some photos he took of the others a few days or weeks prior. There was even a photo of Aphelios and Kayn beating Sett with plushies and pillows (Ezreal took the photo). He’ll send it to you if you ask.
You know those little charms he has on his belt of Rhaast and his shadow assassin form? Your gift to him were matching charms of you and him. He wears the charm of you with so much pride, he loves it so much. You're even placed between the two he already had. No one would suspect a thing either if they see your little charm of Kayn. It's normal for people to have silly pins and charms of their favorite artist, and if anyone asks where you got it from, just say you made it yourself. It wasn't a lie after all.
It’s safe to say both Kayn and Rhaast had fun on their 48 hour birthday.
#obby’s scripts!#WOO FINALLY#dude i like#love the idea of Kayn and Rhaast having an Eddie and Venom relationship here?#heartsteel#league of legends#league of legends heartsteel#heartsteel kayn#lol kayn#shieda kayn#league of legends kayn#kayn x reader#league of legends headcanons#league of legends rhaast#rhaast#league of legends x reader
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you are doing gods work with all of this peter b. parker content, thank you for your service!
can I request peter b. parker headcanons on how he deals with having a crush on the reader? a human disaster basically.
Thank you so much for liking my stories! I love this idea, and rather than my usual friends to lovers approach for Peter B, I decided to make it more of a celebrity crush 😉
Part 1, Part 2
Reporter!Peter B having a crush on Actress!Reader!
He's such a cutie patootie
As an avid horror movie fan, of course he knew about you
You were one of the top scream queens in some of the most iconic slasher, monster, paranormal, etc. Films
It was always a secret dream of his when he joined the Daily Bugle to one day do an interview with any actor
As a man who can't act at all himself, he's always been envious of those who can
Putting on a mask was the closest he ever got to being someone else
He totally has a Pinterest board of your different characters
Totally doesn't have a poster he commissioned of your role in a zombie movie sitting in his room
Is totally the type to have a bunch of edits of you saved in his phone
For one birthday his buddy Ned got him this joke shirt with your face on it saying "I love Lana Del Rey" with pictures of you on it (I have a shirt of Pedro Pascal that says "I love Timothee Chalamet" on it)
Always joked that if he ever met you, he'd cry
That was until he got the chance to actually interview
He has never volunteered quicker to handle a report about someone that wasn't spiderman
Bro went on a whole makeover day immediately to get himself looking spic and span for you
Fresh new cut, clean shaved, new suit, new cologne
Plus a pedicure but he'll never admit that
He binged all of your best roles and wrote down so many different questions for the interview and quizzed himself on trivia
Has a bunch of questions from "fans" on note cards
"Peter... Are you fans?"
The interview is basically over your career and what's next for you and some of your personal life
On the day of the interview he was so excited and nervous
He's thought of a million different scenarios that could happen, one of them being that you'd fall madly in love with him
He was also scared you'd be snotty and mean
No matter what, he was a big fan and honored to do this interview for you
The interview was basically in a coffee shop. It wasn't anything that was gonna be recorded or anything, so he didn't have to worry about looking all macho in front of a camera. That and this way he can ask even more questions
He planned to get there at least an hour early, way too excited. And he didn't want you to wait
Was beyond shocked and thrown off by you already being there, waiting before ordering
Had he gotten the wrong time???
Had he been late???
How long were you waiting!?
Yet all he could do was stand frozen in front of the entrance, his mouth hung open, staring at you with wide eyes
You were reading a book, looking so peaceful and patient
He was scared that he had built up this image of you in his mind, and that reality wouldn't add up to his fantasy
But seeing you right there, who could blame him for getting his hopes up
You feel eyes on you, and look up to see a man standing there and staring
You never understood why people would put you on this high pedestal, seeing you as some sort of savior, too scared to touch you
But you were always so grateful for your fans, hell, they were the reason you were where you were today
And so rather than getting uncomfortable, you simply smile, setting your book down, walking over to the door
Might as well make the first move
FUCK
Fuck fuck fuck
You were walking over oh god
His knees became weak, his palms suddenly sweaty
Before he could run away though, you had cracked the door open, peaking out at him
"Yes? Who is it?" You joked
It was so simple, but it felt like he had been slapped in the face. It was so... Cute
You opened the door all the way, holding a hand out to him in greeting
"You must be Peter B. Parker from the Bugle! I'm (Y/n)!"
".... U-uh hello name my Peter-"
WHAT
HUH
'nAmE mY pEtEr!??'
But you just laughed. Not at him, but you thought it was charming
Thank God
You explain that you'd been in the area searching for a book, and decided to sit in the shop and read it until he got there
You also noticed he was early, but didn't mention it
All he did was nod, keeping his mouth shut in gear he'd say something stupid again
You both go up to the counter, a teenager taking your order
You had placed your order, just a (favorite drink) and (favorite snack)
He commits it to memory
You give his arm a squeeze, telling him you'll wait at the table you got for you guys
Holy shit she's touching him-
He swallows thickly, nodding and smiling at you
"You good dude? I wouldn't worry. All first dates are awkward." The teen tells him
His heart skips at the thought of this being a date, his face going red
He places his order, and the teen gasses him up, being a hype man
"You got this dude!!"
Thank you kid
He shakes off his previous nervousness, his nerve and confidence coming back to him
He finds that your actually a lot more nice and quiet than he thought
You always played confident, loud characters, occasionally a dumb bimbo, and only sometimes were you the quiet character
He always liked those roles the most. They felt more real
You told him everything, listening to all of his questions carefully, indulging in his geeky theories
"You know, I've never told anyone this, but I actually love reading the fanfiction that my fans make for me."
His face lights up at this, and he promises to keep that out of the interview
You even ask him questions about himself, to which he tells you, albeit a bit shyly
But you listen with so much intent, his heart skips a beat again
By the end of the interview, it felt like you two had known eachother forever
He didn't even get to bust out his note cards of nerdy questions, but he wasn't complaining
"Wow, we got that done so fast! Honestly, it'd be a shame to waste the evening. Would you maybe wanna go get a bite to eat?"
It's as if one of his enemies had thrown him against a wall and knocked the wind from his lungs
YOU??? Asking HIM out!??
"Ha- I, uh, food good yes-"
PETER-
"O-oh! Great! I know this great Italian restaurant a couple blocks that way, I just know it'll blow your socks off!"
He was fangirling so hard right now
Let's just hope you don't wanna go back to his place afterwards though. He'd die of embarrassment at all of the memorabilia he has
#fanfiction#peter b parker#peter b parker x reader#peter benjamin parker#spiderman x reader#spiderman x you#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman into the spiderverse#spiderman
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What if I were like them (Mick Schumacher)
Note: english is not my first language I was listening to a couple of new (to me at least) songs the other day and came up with this idea
Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!
Also, i have some ideas for a potential part 2 but let me know how you feel about it 🤍
Edit: there is also a part 2 and a part 3
Tw: curse words, mentions of alcohol consumption, being cheated on/infidelity, relationship break-up, selfconcious/doubtful reader
"I'm sorry I'm calling you at such a weird time, but are you home?", you sniffled into your phone, "Are you crying, Y/N? What happened?", your best friend said on the other side of the line, "I'll tell you later, but can I come to you? I don't want to be alone", you asked, receiving a positive answer from her. Drying your tears and taking a few deep breaths, you composed yourself to the best of your hability, knowing you couldn't possibly drive safely over to her place in this state. When you turned for the last time in direction of her house, as the gates were opening they revealed your best friend Gina dressed in her pyjama and a bit coat. Parking the car inside as she closed the gates remotely, you got out and your lip started trembling again, tears blurred your vision again until you felt her arms around you, "Hey, hey, what happened?", she tried to pry you away from her body so she could at least see your face, watching your bloodshot eyes, "we broke up, it wasn't working anymore", you finally uttered words since arriving. "Do you need anything from your car?", she asked, earning a shake from your head, "My brother is out on his motorbike, no need to park your car better, it's fine like this", Gina thought out loud, and it hit you, "Goodness, your family! Shit, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, didn't even think about it", you apologised, only now realising the extent of your disturbance, "I can leave, I'm sorry again, I-". Grabbing your hands, Gina squeezed them as hard as she could, "you're not leaving, you're staying here. My brother is out in some late meeting with his team and my mom would kill me if I let you to go back to your place like this", she reasoned with you as she welcomed you in, ushering you to her bedroom before asking if you wanted anything from the kitchen, "some water would be nice, please".
Looking around the room, you saw all the picture frames from various moments, some of them where you were lucky enough to be in, from your first day at kindergarten to some birthday celebrations and even some racing weekends the Schumacher family had invited you to join them. Grabbing a frame from what you figured was your 8th birthday, judging by the obnoxious balloons with the number, both you and Gina standing in front of the cake while a young Mick tried to get some frosting on his finger, "I have your water and some cake mum made this afternoon and dropped here when she came by", she offered, placing the tray on the bed, "Now, tell me what that asshole did for you to end up like this". And you went on about what happened. You had made some dinner plans with your colleagues once you got out of work a few weeks ago, deciding that a new restaurant in town was the ideal place to get together and enjoy some time off work. What you didn't expect was to find your boyfriend on the way back to your place. He was sitting at your door, waiting for you to get home since he wanted to spend time with you and you thought it was a nice moment until you questioned why he hadn't called you, making him reply that he had been out with his group of friends and didn't think to do so. You found it endearing until it happened a few more times, his state growing more intoxicated with alcoholic beverages he would consume over the times he payed you visits. Things started getting a little bit more complicated, and even though you suspected there was something else he wasn't telling you, only today did he sit down with you and expressed his true feelings and truthful words, going on about how he didn't feel like you were working anymore, admitting what he got up to in his nights out and how he was sorry that you both ended up in this situation. By the end of the conversation, you both had tears rolling down your eyes, prompting you to part ways as he grabbed the few things he had left at your place and bid you goodbye. And you cried, no matter how much your intuition told you that maybe he was spending his time elsewhere (and maybe someone else), it still stung that he hid all of those feelings and thoughts from you. "And yeah, that's that I guess...", you finished, grabbing another tissue and wiping your cheeks as finally the tears seemed to stop, "I'm such a mess and because of a guy...! This is a new low", you exasperated, your whole behaviour going against what you believed in, having grown up with every female role model in your life telling you how amazing you were and there should never be a man involved when you thought about your worth. "Do you want to spend the night? I think it would do you some good, I promise I won't kick you during the night", she conforted you, trying to pull a smile out of you as she pulled the sheets on the bed. Accepting her offer, you grabbed a spare pyjama from her chest of drawers and changed, going to her ensuite bathroom to splash some water on your face and then heading to the double bed.
You woke up when you heard an engine rumble outside, followed by the small noise of the gates closing and, not wanting to wake Gina up, you headed to the kitchen to grab some coffee and maybe lounge in the little outside area the house had connecting to the kitchen. "How are you feeling?", Gina asked once she arrived in the kitchen an hour later, pressing the button on the coffee machine after inserting the pod in, waiting for the dark liquid to brew and fill her mug, "For someone who cried all the water they had in their body yesterday, I feel surprisingly okay today", you humoured her as you drank some of your own coffee, looking at her, "again, thanks for letting me wallow in my misery with you", you showed your appreciation for her friendship, "Of course, what are best friends for? I'm not here just to make fun of you when you flip go karts", she replied sitting down after pressing a kiss to your forehead, "speaking of, have you seen my brother?", she asked. "I think I heard him leave this morning when I woke up", you mused, "he probably went for a workout", Gina wondered as she buttered some toast for your breakfast, "I'm going to spend some time in the stables, do you want to join me or stay here?", she questioned as she made her way upstairs after you cleaned the kitchen, "I think I'm going to stay here a bit on my own if you don't mind", you replied, earning an understanding nod from her. You sat down on one of the sofas after grabbing one of the many notebooks you usually carry with you from the totebag on your car, jotting down some words as you tried to work your way through how you were feeling. Being an introvert, you have learned a long time ago that one of the ways to stop bottling up everything you felt was to write something down, wether it just a literal brain dump or some verses.
Three weeks had passed since you went to Gina's place late at night after your break-up, and given everything you were taking things pretty okay-ish. Grabbing the things you needed and stuffing your tote bag with them, you grabbed the box that had your homemade dessert inside and headed to your bestfriend's house since she had invited you over for lunch, "Hi, hi! Oh, I'm so excited to have you here!", she greeted you at the door once you arrived, helping you carry your things inside. Setting the table and picking on some of the foods displayed, Gina informed you you would have some company, "My mother and my brother are joining us today, I assumed you wouldn't mind", she added as she passed you a tray to put on the table, "Oh, how great! I haven't seen them in a while, especially your mother. Mick I see on the TV on the races but it's not the same", you smiled as you heard the tyres on the gravel outside, "Oh, it must be them", and a few minutes later they both got in through the door, "Y/N, dear, it's been so long since I've seen you", Corinna beamed as she took you in, "always so gorgeous, you are so grown up", she hugged you and then greeted her daughter, "Angie, outside for a bit, and don't ruin the footballs, please", you heard Mick say to his dog. He too had grown up, the little boy you would once play with and read with (as you were both very shy and seemed to be happy just like that) was now a young man and, despite being a year younger than you, his body towered over yours as he turned to look at the room, "Hi Y/N, how are you?", he hugged you as you greeted him with a kiss on each cheek, "Hi, good and you? It's been a while since I've seen you in person Mr Formula 1 driver", you teased slightly. You had been almost as proud as the rest of his family when he got his F1 seat knowing how hard he worked for it and how much he deserved it, "Yeah, it's been a while", he said blushing, "Kids, the food is on the table, c'mon", Corinna called for you as you all sat down and ate the lovely meal Gina had prepared for you. "I saw a dessert platter when I arrived", Corinna said as you helped her tidy the table when you finished eating, "Oh yes, I almost forgot, I made my mum's recipe of meringue pie, I hope it's good", you winced, "I'm sure it's great. Mick! Y/N, made that dessert love", she said, entering the room with platter and placing it in the middle of the table. "I have a race next weekend but I've been pretty good lately, I think I'll have a bit actually", Mick said, forwarding his plate as his mum served everyone, "Wow, I'm shocked you're even considering eating a dessert, last week mum made some cake, your favourite cake, and you said no, thank you", Gina exclaimed, "Well, this is a pretty good recipe", Mick tried to reason his sister's light teasing, "It's worth breaking the diet a little bit just now, although I'm trusting you all to not tell my trainer on me", he pointed the spoon, "speaking of, do you want to join us these two this weekend? They're going to see the race", Mick offered, "if you're free and if you want too, of course", and it was suddenly like the shy and introverted kid you've known pretty much all your life was in front of you.
"Oh Y/N, you should come, change your whereabouts for a bit, get a chance to hang out with us...", Gina tempted you, "I'm free from this weekend on actually, I have a break from work so there wouldn't be any rush either...", you whispered, tempted to given in, "I'll email the team so they can get your passes ready, just need a picture of you", Mick said, "I can send it", Gina offered, "I have to send you mine and mum's too, Y/N sends me hers and it's done! Uhh, I'm so excited", she clapped before digging in the food on her plate.
When you moved to the balcony, you grabbed your notebook and sat in one of the sofas they had outside, appreciating how Mick and Angie played with eachother in the garden, "Still writing, dear? I always remember you having a notebook one you at any given time", Corinna said as she sat down on the opposite sofa, "It's always been a nice way to express how I'm feeling", you said as you both looked out to the dog who insisted she must rip apart every single bit of the football Mick played with, noticing how she ran to you and nudged her nose on your leg, "you want me to play with you? Is that what you want? Okay!", you said, excusing yourself as you joined the fun on the garden after setting your notebook on the sofa.
A moment later, Gina occupied your spot on the sofa, chatting to her mum, "Did you know that I always thought they would end up together?", Corinna mused, looking at how you two laughed together at something you said, running around Angie, "Mick and Y/N? Really?", Gina chuckled, "Yeah, although she was your best friend, Mick always enjoyed having her around, I think at one point the only time you played together without ripping eachothers hair off was when she was playing too, your dad used to say that could tame you both like that would go on to do great things", she mused, remembering her husband's words, "It's just, it's Y/N, you know? She's been around since forever almost and-, and she's had a rough break-up you know?", Gina said, looking back at you, now sitting on the floor next to Mick with Angie laying on her back, appreciating the belly rubs you were both giving her while settling in what looked like a comfortable conversation. "I'm not saying they will be, you know? But she is a very nice young woman, very kind, respectful, and she's very beautiful too... it's a shame she has learnt how brutal and stupid some men can be", Corinna offered, earning a hum from her daughter.
Even though you couldn't stay for dinner, Mick stayed, his sister not bothering with setting the table and choosing to eat outside and enjoy the warm night. While Gina offered to do the dishes, Mick was fixing the pillows of the sofa when he found your notebook, your initials carefully embossed on the front. He knew better than to go snooping around other people's things, his parents did not raise him like that and he felt on his own skin what it was to have people wanting to sneak and know about things no on told them about, so he chose to just grab the notebook and make a mental note to give it back to you at the race. As he grabbed it, a single sheet of paper flew away with the light breeze, landing on Angie's paw as she fiddled with it, "No, no, no Angie, no. Please don't rip it", he said carefully convincing the dog to keep the paper intact, "you don't play with balls but you play with this? You are one interesting dog", he mumbled as he picked the paper up, noticing a few drawings on the edges and some words written on it, and he caved in. He placed the sheet on top of the notebook on his lap, admiring how the drawings around the edges looked like a creeper-ivy and your handwriting.
What if I were like them
Who you wanted to be with
I did everything to be Cinderella
You seemed to think i wasn't to be praised
And I pretended I didn't notice
But deep down I always knew
Of the emotions you hid from me
From the temptations of your nights
I saw myself sinking very slowly
I think I only thought of you
I would say that we did everything
I just wanted to understand
How did we get here
Left on the side to suffer
Do you even know how much I liked you
Maybe it's not what you want
Maybe what I give you is not enough
If those you were with
Were better than I am
And maybe that wasn't enough
To make you stay here
He never allowed himself to dive deeper into his feelings when he spent time with you, after all you were his sister's friend and had known him almost all his life, but reading how you wrote your feelings down, he felt a sudden anger after reading words of self doubt and how someone had (mis)treated you. How someone had your love and affection and they let it all go to waste, how you were from now on insecure about yourself and unsure of your worth, the tightness on his chest lingering after he carefully placed the loose sheet inside the. notebook. "This is Y/N's, do you want me to keep it and give it back on the weekend?", Mick asked when he heard his sister's footsteps joining him on the outside area, "Sure", Gina added, thinking that maybe the conversation with her mum this afternoon did make some sense and maybe, just maybe, her best friend and her brother did have a chance at something beautiful.
Part 2
Part 3
#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher fluff#mick schumacher fic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#mick schumacher x reader
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Final Thoughts on Gender Buddies
All in all the project wasn't too bad! I thought that I'd run into way more artist's block, but I managed to come up with a lot of good ideas pretty quickly. Once I stopped overthinking it, it was easy to come up with some good designs. It helped that I stopped making the Buddies so high-concept after phase 1. At a certain point I was coming up with these designs on the fly rather than sketching them in my notebook, taking a bunch of notes, then moving them to a digital format. Streamline!
There are a few designs I would love to redo (looking at you, Aesthetigender.) I also had some lofty plans to have "items" that followers could use on Buddies to change their elements, or to turn them into the fluid or flux version of the genders they represent, meaning I would draw new designs for them. I was also hoping to release some "special edition" Buddies to commemorate important dates, like when I posted Neogender on New Year's Day (another design I didn't like all that much.) I was also supposed to post Demiboy as a birthday Buddy (I'm a demiboy and would have posted it on my birthday to celebrate my identity), but never did and instead posted it as part of the original 120.
Yes, I do want to take requests. I didn't accept or deny requests that I got because I didn't want to give away which Buddies were or weren't planned, but now I can do the requests! There are two that I plan to draw in the near future, but I mostly want to take a break for a month or two before touching them. But I'll totally take requests. If I have time, I'll post a list of every single Buddy I drew so it's all in one place and followers don't have to search so much.
I think my biggest disappointment was the lack of follower interaction (like comments and asks) and the lack of popularity. I was hoping for more followers and more talk about it (I barely saw anything discussed in the YB3 server even though I was posting a lot of updates.) I don't typically worry about the numbers, but I feel like it would have at least pulled in some new followers from my YouTube channel or something! That feels silly though, but this is the first time I've ever finished a planned project, and it was a big deal for me.
Maybe I'll do another similar project in the future, maybe one with a lot less structure. I put a TON of thought into the stats and into which Buddies would make it into each phase. I use Trello for all my planning and you should see what it looks like! It legitimately looks like I'm programming a Pokemon game or something!
This project really helped me get better at drawing because I was drawing so regularly, and that's after spending years not drawing anything at all. I have some newly developed muscle and nerve issues in my dominant hand from intense restaurant work, so that was a struggle for me. But I eventually embraced the shaky lines and slightly off proportions and saw those things as features rather than mistakes. It's not great as an artist to embrace things that clearly need adjusting, but it is what it is. I'm an amateur and self-taught. It's okay if I suck at drawing!
Feel free to send asks about any of the Buddies and I'll gladly talk about where I got the ideas for them and what they're based on. Phase 9 and 10 Buddies have artist commentaries in their replies and I do have posts with artist commentaries for previous phases, but I would love to talk more about individual designs!
Anyway, thank you for supporting my silly little project. Now my focus is on my dragon story worldbuilding crap (@project--eclipse.)💙
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I absolutely loved your Arlecchino headcanons and how good written it was💕 but imma mentally need some healthy Arlecchino relationship headcanons now dear person🤲🏻
A/N: LMFAO Tysm im glad you enjoyed it, yes ofc heres your comfort c:
Warning(s): None<3
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Relationship headcannons, healthy edition c:
❀- Of all the things in her life you were of the upmost importance, you come first no matter the cost
❀- However, this does not mean she can be attached to you constantly despite how much she may want to.
❀- Knave is a very busy person, a high-ranking officer of the fatui, a direct servant to the Tsaritsas work is never done. Especially with the current circumstances.
❀- Not only was the electro gnosis lost but so was two of their harbingers, leaving the rest with more work than usual. To diplomats like Tartaglia this wasn't an issue, it just meant that he got the chance to hunt down the Balladeer and possibly fight him on sight
❀- But to Arlecchino, who had a pretty little thing waiting for her at home, this was a problem. How was she supposed to give you the love and attention you deserve if she's stuck in her office doing mindless paperwork?
❀- And by the time shes finally able to come home to you its so late in the night she finds you passed out on the couch, presumably waiting for her return.
❀- It always made her feel guilty, seeing you exhausted the next morning simply because you had waited for her until you couldn't keep yourself awake any longer
❀- Of course she makes it up to you. The Knaves title means "The Servant" This holds true in her love language.
❀- Her free time is spent with you, doing absolutely anything you'd like. It could be eating out at a restaurant, or shopping, or something as simple as staying in bed in her arms for a few extra hours.
❀- She absolutely adores hearing you talk, it could be about anything. It could be about your day or something funny someone else had said or the most random of shower thoughts she doesn't care.
❀- Not too fond of the thought of you being friends with the other harbingers though, especially Tartaglia. Sneaky little shit.. she'd think as she watches him try to flirt with you, at Signoras funeral of all places
❀- She only brought you because you wanted to pay your respects, The Fair Lady and you had built up a kind off friendship within your time of being Arlecchinos significant other. She would pretend to hate you all while you two are painting each others nails and gossiping about the other harbingers
❀- For your birthday she once gifted you a thin black choker with a small red X as the charm. you haven't taken it off since and it fills her with a sense of pride when her eyes settle on it.
❀- She likes to have you close to her if she's working at home. it could be on her lap or sitting next to her, she just feels so safe and relaxed in your presence.
❀- The thought that something or someone would be more important to her then her goals had never crossed her mind, in fact she would've scoffed at the idea. Yet here you were, derailing her entire plan and making her want to throw it all away just to spend the rest of her life with you.
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𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉
#arlecchino#x reader#cuddling headcannons#ff#genshin impact#fluff#sfw#genshin ff#wholesome#genshin headcanons#fatui harbingers#harbinger x reader#fatui#pantalone#regrator#arlecchino x reader#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#Genshin x you#genshin imagines#genshin fluff#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#the knave#The knave x reader#damselette#columbina
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Were you the person in the secret annex online rip?
For obvious reasons I don't want to be drawing attention to this video, so I will not be tagging this post with my usual tags for Q&A stuff, but it turns out I do have a lot to say.
Content warning for nazi stuff.
Yes, this was me! Let me tell you the full story of how this rip came to be:
At the time, backroom was trying to think of what to do for 4/20 the second time around, since we already celebrated weed the first time. 2017 was kind of the height of SiIva backroom considering "edgy" humour really really funny so it was quickly decided that we would be celebrating Adolf Hitler's birthday. The twist, however, was that only a small number of rips uploaded would be relevant at all, and that they would all be implicit references. AKA, you wouldn't think that these rips are connected to Hitler if not for the fact that they were all uploaded on his birthday. The only exception to this was to be the planned finale rip, a character-dedicated Snow halation rip featuring the tyrannical dictator himself. This ended up going up on Flustered Fernando, I believe, under the title "Mein Theme - World War II".
On the day itself, I happened to be on my way home from school, and we had some balloons there, I think leftover from someone's birthday the day before. It was then that I got the idea to make this video, since the Anne Frank house was pretty easy to reach. After checking whether there was some possible viable metadata I could upload it under, I wrote "HBD 4/20" on the balloon, walked next to the Anne Frank house and put it down on the ground, filming all of it. When I got home I quickly edited it all together and posted the video.
At the time, I don't think I was very worried about the way this video would be seen. I considered it to be pretty tame even for an offensive joke, because noone had even seen it happen. Nobody but me would know what was on that balloon or what it even meant, and I didn't take it very seriously, because in my eyes it wasn't.
But when it's uploaded to a YouTube channel with (at the time) 156 thousand subscribers, it sends a different message. A message saying "yes, we're okay with celebrating someone who represents the murder of 6 million jews," and "we're willing to take our jokes offline," which is a VERY dangerous message to send. I consider us lucky the video mostly went under the radar and didn't attract the kind of people who would be down with that to our community.
And that's where the video stayed for the next 3 years; under the radar. After I stopped caring about impressing my "edgy" friends, I wasn't very happy about the video staying up, but I didn't exactly want to draw attention to it by taking it down. A bit unreasonable, I really should have just taken it down at that point, even if that meant it would have turned into one of those notorious SiIva lost media cases. Anyway, I removed the video in 2020, and that's the end of the story.
While the contents of the video may have been fairly tame, only depicting minor criminal activity (at least, I don't think littering counts as a hate crime??), it was a lot more about the message it sent than the events it depicted, and I'm happy it's gone. I've been speaking pretty objectively and retrospectively about it up until now, but I feel it would be remiss of me not to say how I feel about it now: I'm sorry to anyone who saw this video, recognized the message it was sending, and felt any degree of uncomfortable. If this video or any of the culture surrounding it put you off SiIvaGunner or made you feel like you wouldn't belong in the community around the channel, I'm really sorry. I hope you'll give it a second chance. If you saw this video and wish SiIva would go back to its former "edgy" glory, kindly fuck off.
Lastly, a few closing remarks. You may be wondering why I even bothered answering this ask instead of just ignoring it and letting the video rest in obscurity. Well, I don't like shying away from or hiding parts of my past. I much prefer to acknowledge that it happened, what I learned from it and how I improved. However, please don't take this as an invitation to highlight this as one of my contributions on the SiIvaGunner Wiki. I'd rather not see my name in the little infobox on the article, so I guess consider the video disowned.
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(is it too late to participate in this wonderful idea ?! i've never seen someone do sumn like this so i'll give it a try if its still open or so!)
💍 w/ xiao if u don't mind !! i am a very open minded person who is also straightforward when i have to & a bit shy but once you get to know me personally, i am very clingy but i also know my boundaries. hobbies are Uh i don't go outside so i tend to play rpg or fps games instead at home! But of course I still Touch grass when i feel like it ^^ WOO SURPRISE MEE
(hey, sorry for taking so long to fill out your request! hope you understand, and here it is! (p.s: i may or may not have previously written most of this when it was 5 am, so i literally had no idea what i was doing...i only proof-read and edited it a little bit. nonetheless, i hope you still like it!!)
matching frog hats & dino onesies
xiao feels absolutely humiliated right now. wearing this itchy and ridiculous-looking hat made him feel like burrowing deep within the earth (six feet sounds about right) and staying hidden in the ground for the rest of eternity. the fact that you were recording everything on your phone made it all worse. stop, i look stupid, he said, tugging the frog hat further down to cover his pink cheeks. you merely laughed, as if you relished his embarrassment, and forced him to show his face for the camera. say froggie! you teased, snapping a pic after your reel finished and saving it onto your phone. i hate you, xiao muttered under his breath, yanking off the hat and unzipping the dinosaur onesie you bought for when it got cold. i love you too, you replied, giving him a kiss before dashing off to put the finishing touches on your posts.
lighting sparklers on new years
he didn't understand what the point was for lighting sparklers on new years eve when there was a large firework showcase going off right now. but you insisted and since he didn't really have the power within himself to deny your request, he reluctantly agreed and was immediately dragged out of the household, box of sparklers loosely gripped in his hand. honestly, you're acting like it's christmas day all over again, xiao said with a delicate snort, striking a match againt the box and lighting two sparklers, one for you and one for himself. do we really need to do this? he inquired when you whipped out your phone once more to "capture the moment". you only nodded, focusing on changing the lighting and filters on your phone so that the picture turned just right. see, look how pretty it looks! you exclaimed, holding out your phone for him to see. but his attention drifted elsewhere, particularly on the happy smile that adorned your features. yeah, pretty...ahem, are we going to just let them go out or do you plan on doing more pictures? xiao cleared his throat awkwardly, tugging desperately at the collar of his shirt to cover the blush that threatened to creep further up the nape of his neck. you thought nothing of it and continued snapping away, gleeful as could be.
he's obsessed w/sanrio (keroppi and kuromi)
he'd probably not admit this to anyone except you, but he really enjoys sanrio merchandise, more specifically, keroppi and kuromi. call him a geek all you want, but he'll immediately make a beeline for the sanrio items whenever the two of you head to a daiso* store. look, this reminds me of you, xiao will say, holding up a my melody plushie, pointing at her sweet expression. you, on the other hand, looked less amused and simply went back to testing out the different pens and highlighters they had to see if there was anything you could add to your stationary collection. can we get this? xiao asked, holding up a kuromi keychain (no doubt for his car keys) and a kuroppi pin. you nodded and headed towards the cashier line. at least now i know what i can get you for your birthday, you said jokingly as the two of you made your way back to the car. xiao wasn't really paying attention, focusing on pinning kuroppi on his sweater.
hosting game night
he's not really interested in playing video games, but he has tried a few, specifically animal crossing and a pokemon game called pokemon remix cafe. xiao prefers chill and relaxing games, not ones where you feel the need to scream at your screen and throw your controller across the room. so when you suggest a game night, xiao can't help but feel a bit wary what he's getting himself looped into. he's absolutely relieved when you introduce him to a rpg game and soon, he became hooked (although, he still prefers watching you play than himself playing it). he'll come sit next to you and watch the story unfold before he gets so into he decides to start the game for himself. results in the two of you playing side by side and sharing each other's progress within the game.
doing his hair
since xiao has short hair, the only hairdo you could manage with him was a weird-looking pair of pigtails and the occasional ponytail if he lets his hair grow out. one time, he let it go past his shoulders and you attempted to do a french braid. is this really necessary? he said while you kept tugging on his hair, braiding it together. yes, yes it is. now quite whining, i'm almost done. with that, you swiftly tied the end of the braid and swung it over his shoulder. there. what do you think? you brought him over to a mirror, gesturing dramatically at his new hairdo. i look like a woman with this hair, xiao said, deadpanning hard. no you don't, you look fine. xiao looked up at you and reached up to touch his braid. take me to the barber's. you reeled back, horrified. all of his luxoriously soft locks being cut? you wouldn't stand for it. no! xiao sighed and got up. fine, then i'll just cut it myself.
#( ﾉ ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ leeo writes!#(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ leeo replies!!#xiao x reader#xiao x you#xiao x y/n#xiao genshin impact#alatus#genshin x reader#genshin#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#genshin drabble#romance#fluff
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20 Questions for fic writers
I was tagged by @dear-massacre thank you! I love you!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
0 as of yet, but I do plan on posting soonish!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
Out of all of the fics I've written for Teen Wolf, my total word count so far is 1,115,142
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Predominantly Teen Wolf. I used to write for The Hunger Games and Divergent, but those have taken a back seat.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I haven't posted full fics yet, but my mom's approximate top 5 favorites are
Spring Breaking the Rules - Liam and his friends are going on spring break and he invites his crush without consulting with his friends
Skating By - The Hales go rollerskating and run into some interesting characters who want Derek's attention. Features very jealous Stiles
Teacher Conferences - an AU where Stiles and Derek are dating during 3A. They run into Jennifer at the store the day before school starts and Stiles is jealous she's talking to Derek, and then the following day at school they get into a sass off
Operation: Hayden - Mason, Corey, and Nolan are afraid Hayden is coming back to Beacon Hills to reconnect with Liam even though he's moved on and they try to prevent the two of them interacting with the most ridiculous means possible
I Love You, You Love Me - all human AU where Scott dresses up for kids' birthday parties for extra money. Malia hires him for her young sister's party and he has major issues with his Barney costume
My top 5 most popular snippets that I have posted are
Stiles and Isaac argue about costumes from 'Here for the Boos'
Stiles' wetsuit from 'Lydia and the Princess'
Derek is concerned about Stiles from 'What Sees Us in the Dark'
Stiles is sick and Derek plays doctor from 'Doctor Derek'
Stiles wants to adopt the weird teenager from Louisiana from 'Needs a Waterpark'
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
When I was writing on FF dot net, I would sometimes, but I didn't have a lot of time. As soon as I get posting more, then yes.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Nothing Left to Lose. Bring on the brooding, inner turmoil, and mutual pining.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of my fics end on a happy note, or they're not super angsty. Off the top of my head I'm going with Family Practice because it's the fic where Stiles and Derek become parents and it's a very happy occasion.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I have in the past, yes, and it was one of the major reasons I stopped posting at all.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
In my mind, yes. On paper, no. I used to, but I never posted it.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I have not.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I posted on FF dot net a fic that was really popular and then I found out one of my readers wrote a very similar fic. It wasn't stolen or a direct rip off, but I could tell it was very clearly based off what I wrote.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I've collaborated ideas, but we didn't write it together.
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
I gotta go with Sterek. Always and forever.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
One of my old Divergent fics. I wrote it in Tris's POV and posted all of it, but then I was going to write it in Al's POV and I got halfway through, but readers will know how it ends.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I can come up with some funky fics. I enjoy my creativity.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Description. Either of the setting, characters, or actions. I try to flesh it out in editing, but it's difficult for me.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I don't personally do it because I'm not fluent in other languages. I'm totally fine with other people doing it. I just don't know enough to make it good.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Oof. I think it iCarly or Harry Potter.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
I'm proud of so many of them. One that I always go back to entertain myself is If I May Say because I gave myself an excuse to watch YouTube while writing. Scott challenges Malia to only reply to people with the last thing she heard in the video she's watching and her replies were perfect and concerning.
#tag game#sorry this took me so long to get to#i had to ask my mom her favorite fics and she had to think
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clonerightsagenda said: please tell me more about the clone
@consolecadet said: 👀
Reel you in with Clone Angst huh :)
YEAH this was kind of a spinoff of an old NaNoWriMo novel that never got finished about a kind of shitty run-down cyberpunk future + a recent idea about treating body-mods like tattoos, in that there are Trends and very different connotations based on what kind you have and how rich you are
The four main characters are,
Tanith, the fabled "good cop" who saw police as upholding Law and Order in an increasingly corrupt and crappy world, and then when on the force tried to challenge the police abuses she was seeing actually happen. She got fired real fast and then the police have been hassling her ever since. Now she's a dockworker or something similar. She has tough, strength-augmenting cyborg mods from her time as a cop, though, because that's the next step in the Militarization of Police; on a police officer it's tough and scary and Respectable in a threatening I-have-power way, but they're similar mods that a lot of working-class physical-labor people get, so not on a cop, they're kind of a, oh you're sort of trashy and lower-class look. But her job pays fine, there's a union even if it's not a particularly effective one, there are long stretches of time she can listen to mediocre podcasts as she does her job, and it's not existentially fulfilling but it's respectable work that's not existentially soul-killing either unlike her old job as an officer. Her hobbies these days include keeping her head down and minding her own business because she will still get hassled if any of her old cop "buddies" are around.
Abby, her roommate and de facto best friend. Has a humanities degree in a world that does not value those at all. Works part-time in the local public library trying to keep it afloat, but they get hardly any funding; does freelance captioning/copyediting/video editing gigs to make ends meet, trying to stay ahead of machine learning that can do each gig more cheaply. She is trans and is saving up for gender affirming surgeries; this is like, Type 2 of body-modifications here. Not cyberpunk cyborg stuff, just... trans body modification for Gender Reasons that is also out of reach. (Dream goals also include cat ears, though. She's trans, she's been body-modding slowly through hormones for ages, if she gets up the money for surgery she is also gonna try to get cat ears.)
Tanith's Ex-Police-Partner, still on the police force, considers what Tanith did a betrayal and really resents her. Has cooler, tougher cyborg strength-augmenting body-mods. Cyborg cop because ballooning police budgets get put somewhere. On-and-off in contact with Tanith, trying to get her to repent. Apologize. Absolve her.
And Clone Girl who I haven't settled on a name I like for, 17 and cute and who Abby meets when she seems to be living at the library. She has no obvious mods at all, but has rich-people genetic tweaks like flawless skin and hair, and she looks distinctively like one of the Obscenely Wealthy CEO Types in the city. So, she's from a rich family, but also homeless and afraid. What gives.
When it becomes obvious Clone Girl is living at the library and refuses to go to any of the (underfunded, understaffed, overcrowded) shelters in the city, Abby offers to put her up in the apartment she and Tanith share for a while.
However, Tanith's Ex Partner (and whole Ex Force) is looking for a suddenly Missing Person, the daughter of Rich CEO.
Somehow it comes out that Clone Girl is... a CLONE! (shocking twist). Not Rich CEO's natural daughter, but a clone, who was created and raised so that aging Rich CEO can transfer her brain into Clone Girl's body and be young again. Clone Girl is a body mod. Or... was. She found out about the plan somehow, and understandably not wanting her brain to be scooped out before her 18th birthday, ran away. But having grown up relatively secluded, she wasn't encouraged to develop a personality because she'd never get to grow into it anyway, or much knowledge about the world because a docile idiot is the ideal Clone Body, she doesn't really know what to do about that. (The reason they have her awake at all is that previously they tried to grow a body in a vat but it turns out to have a healthy body humans need to like... move, and exercise, and get sunlight and touch.) And now there's a statewide missing person case because Rich CEO wants her unwilling body donor back and also doesn't want news of this plan to get out.
And uh Tanith and Abby are now harboring a teenager who will be killed if they send her back but they will super duper get arrested for kidnapping if they get found out. And Tanith's ex-policemates have no love for her and would LOVE for her to turn out to be a criminal and absolve themselves. Tanith has been avoiding doing things that would get her in trouble but she can't just avoid making decisions now.
It'd be a story about autonomy bodily and otherwise and also Clone Rights. I'm not sure where it goes from here but. I think about them sometimes.
#Artemis rambles#My OCs#'The devaluation and defunding of humanities and public services = the devaluation of human lives' is also a thing going on here#I love. stories set in cyberpunk dystopias that are just banal evil capitalism. with cyborgs and neon
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Welcome to...
Rad's enormous pile of abandoned MetaWare WIPs/things that ARE finished but I didn't like them/WIPs that I might come back to/other stuff!
Below the "keep reading" button will be a detailing of all of these images! Please be aware that this WILL be an extremely long post, so... Just a warning. There'll be a second post after this that will also contain the rest of the art that I wasn't able to squeeze in here. (Even 30 pics per Tumblr post isn't enough for this...)
Let's start off with the most recently abandoned WIP!
I started drawing this about two weeks after Chris' birthday (her bday is January 4th) and I was really happy with it, but then I had NO idea how to pose Izzy. It's a bummer since I liked how Chris' hair came out, but alas! (Happy belated birthday, Chris!)
Possibility of finishing?: Yeah, maybe. Prob will have to change Izzy's pose if I really want to finish it though.
Oh hey, I posted this a few months ago on my other blog!
Really wish I finished it, but now that I'm looking back on it, there's definitely some improvement to be had here. I don't like whatever's going on with her face. You can tell that I gave up while trying to make the background as well. Poor Hope!
Possibility of finishing?: I'll have to completely redraw this if I plan on finishing it, but I've definitely got a feeling that I'll come back to this someday.
Hmph!
This one's actually pretty finished, I've just never posted it anywhere before because it's such a small little doodle. I like it though! Nari in a Gir tassel hat is always welcome.
Possibility of finishing?: It's already done. Don't plan on editing it!
(This happens on the rude route!)
It's basically just a proof of concept, and a VERY minimal one at that, but I think it's got some merit! Not enough people talk about that Chris Vs Aspen scene, honestly.
Possibility of finishing?: Sometime this year maybe...??? I don't plan on abandoning this forever, I just don't really know when I'll get around to it.
AUTISM BLAST PT. 1
Hey, remember that art I had pinned on my other blog for a while? I was planning on redrawing it, but I only ever managed to complete one part of it until I forgot about it... It's definitely an upgrade from the original version, though I can do better than this nowadays.
Possibility of finishing?: I'm DEFINITELY going to redraw this someday. I need a new pinned post, damn it!
Thx ^]
Okay, here's some context for these two. I got an anonymous ask on my other account saying that they liked my MetaWare PFP and I thought that it would be a great idea if I responded to it with some art and also turn that same post into an announcement for my MetaWare sideblog (this one!), but that of course did not actually happen.
Possibility of finishing?: NO.
Nari looks so... "off" in this picture.
I like how I drew Hope, but ergh... that is NOT Nari. I don't know how I managed to make her look like a completely different character in this one, but I do NOT like it.
Possibility of finishing?: Nah, I think I'm done with this pic.
Woah, scary!
I actually touched this one up a bit before sending it here. It used to look MUCH more incomplete, but it's basically done now besides from the hair being missing 'n all.
Possibility of finishing?: I might draw more MetaWare stuff with drastic lighting in the future, but I don't plan on revisiting this specifically.
Le miaow miaows.
I worked on Hope before sending this because she looked kinda off, but I think she looks OK now. You can see that this isn't really what my usual art style looks like. I was trying to mix together the original MetaWare sprite art style and the style SparkBag used in the polaroid anniversary art he made, and I think I did just fine.
Possibility of finishing?: It's basically already done! Coloring it would probably make it cooler, but I don't think I'll ever do that.
This won't be the last time I try to use eyes symbolically.
I still REALLY want to revisit this again. It's great! It's magnificent! I just did NOT have the ability to execute it properly back when I made it a ton of months ago, so I just didn't do it. Still don't know if I do now, but it's worth a shot. (This was basically just another proof of concept, by the way.)
Possibility of finishing?: Absolutely! I'll try to get to this sometime soon this year.
GRILLING START ! ! !
Yep, this was based off of Papyrus' "Dating Start!" minigame! Just another proof of concept or... Okay I don't know what else to call these. Like, they're definitely NOT finished nor are they actual fleshed out sketches, what else am I supposed to call them???? I think it's cool though.
Possibility of finishing?: Don't think I'll be ditching this idea anytime soon. Seems kinda simple to draw too, I'll get to it sometime.
Lookin' pretty cute!!
Context for this one: It was gonna be a 3 part comic or something with Hope drawing Nari's bear fursona. Never actually made the comic though, but I DID make her fursona!!! It's the one right below this one, actually.
Possibility of finishing?: Nope.
BEAR NARI BARI LET'S GO
Personally, I think this is adorable. When drawing people's fursonas I always kinda make them more animal than anthropomorphic, but I think it leads to pretty cute art!
Possibility of finishing?: It's already done!
I was just testing out a brush with this one, I think.
It's a cute little doodle, don't have much to say about it though! I WILL say that the bear plushie was a bit inspired by my own plush I have at home, though this one is much smaller than mine.
Possibility of finishing?: Nah, it's just a little doodle.
Ingo Nari... Ingri... Angry!?!
iiii really think I made the hat too big. Like... WAY too big. Don't really like how her face came out, but the body itself is pretty OK. I based it too much on Ingo's original pose though, kinda looks like I just put Nari's head on his head LMAO
Possibility of finishing?: This is basically already finished, though I might draw Nari cosplaying as Ingo again. Why not?
(Bonus Ingri!)
Nari in a hoodie!
Don't exactly remember what this was for. Either it was for an AU of mine or someone else's AU. Her front hair's kinda too far down though, I had a bit of a habit making her face REALLY small compared to her hair in my old art.
Possibility of finishing?: Nay!
Wow, Nari with an eye AND eyebrows! Who woulda thunk it.
Her hair is much puffier than previous versions in this one. Why? Dunno. She looks pretty cool AND cute in this though!
Possibility of finishing?: It's already complete.
My polar bear plush makes a cameo in this one! Say hi!
I had to edit this one a SHIT ton before sending this final picture. I wish I had a pin that said "I HATE DRAWING METAWARE STYLE NOSES" because I loathe them. There were other reasons why I didn't like the original version, but I was annoyed with the nose the most. Really happy how this came out though!
Possibility of finishing?: I just finished it right now. (I'll probably be posting this on its own sometime soon)
Some original characters...!? Unthinkable!
This features Lumi (Metolefrul-indus' fan character) and an old version of Rowan (my fan character)! I changed Rowan's design and personality soon after this, so I don't think this interaction with Lumi and Rowan will actually ever happen... Sorry Lumi! 'Twas just a little doodle.
Possibility of finishing?: NEVER.
Last but not least (for this post, anyway), is this Chris and Izzy sketch!
Some pals requested this during a stream and this was all I managed to make of it... I'm so sorry!!!!!!! They were good prompts!!! I'll finish it one day I swear!!!!
Possibility of finishing?: Soon!
PHEW WE'RE DONE FOR THIS POST. We have 20 more to go in the next one! Might post it next week because this is tiring holy hell. Glad to show these WIPs off to the world though!
P.S. I'm going to skip a few images seen in the huge pic at the beginning! Some were already completed and I'll just post those on their own orrrr I just don't want to review 'em.
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I'm completely neutral on the subject so I hope I don't come across as disagreeing with you or anything but why do you dislike TNN/P5? I've just noticed you've stated that a few times now so I wanna know the deets🤣
You definitely don't come across as disagreeable at all! I'm not offended by curiosity, or even respectful disagreement. So, feel free to disagree with me after this answer. I dislike TNN for a few reasons, some directly related to the phase, some simply for the state of fandom at the time, which isn't exactly TNN's fault, but it is what it is.
How it started - I distinctly remember Damon remarking that he felt bad that fans missed 2D on Humanz, which led to him recording TNN (or at least played a notable role in his decision). This was the first crack in my faith in the project. For all the hyping fans do about Jamon ~not caring what people think, and ~not caring about dumb popularity points like those other stupid artists, this was..unexpected. I'm probably projecting my own philosophy as a creator here, but it's incredibly difficult for me to imagine a scenario where I would change my plans because my audience wanted me to. My original vision, my creative process, is all important to me, even if people get annoyed or disagree with how I operate. More than anything, creating has to be fulfilling for me. I used to think Gorillaz was the same, and maybe they still are to some extent, but I didn't like the idea of Damon essentially creating an apology album.
The album was boring. Come at me! Lmao. But yeah. I've analyzed the fuck out of "Souk Eye," but I've only listened to it all the way through once. I would take another Humanz over TNN, musically.
Murdoc being the plot, but never in any art. People always complain about Murdoc "taking over the story." I agree to a point. P5 still sucked for me as a Murdoc fan because there was barely anything for me to gif or edit this phase. I would trade Murdoc in a support role for more Murdoc animation.
Murdoc being in jail the entire, Murdoc "dying." TNN took place during a time where Murdoc hate was at its peak. I wrote out of spite, but it was genuinely annoying to see people I was friends with being told they were terrible people/abusers etc for liking Murdoc. When he "died," even though it was obviously temporary, people only got harassed and mocked more. This may sound petty, but it was SO annoying.
The set up didn't lead anywhere. If I was going to suffer through so many unfunny memes and people obsessing over their hate for a fictional character, it could have at least ended with something. I was relieved and happy it didn't turn into a 2D possession story line, but the ending was so botched. I just wish it had been a different plot entirely.
But I can also say good things about TNN. It gave us 2D's journal, and "Souk Eye." Murdoc actually re-joined Gorillaz on my birthday that year - literally on the exact date (not that Jamon had any way of know or planning for that, but it was wild).
TNN came out when I wasn't expecting it. I had started writing The Answer at the end of Humanz with the hope that the I wouldn't make too many waves writing 2Doc with a less active fandom. Gorillaz always took long hiatuses, so this was what would happen this time, right? Lmao. Needless to say, it made me very anxious. I also had to adjust my plans chapter to chapter to stay up to date with TNN "lore." It again wasn't anything Gorillaz could control, nor was it their responsibility, but ngl, this did frazzle me at the time. In the end, I see it as a positive because it challenged me, and helped create a fandom experience that I would never exchange for anything. That story means a lot to some people (and me for that matter!), and I would also never want to take that away from them.
So, the final assessment is that my feelings are very mixed. I had fun in the little section of fandom I carved out for myself at the time, but everything around me I associate with chaos and volatility.
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Humble beginnings
Growing up in Texas means growing up around a respectable Hispanic community. From my education in that community is that family means everything. For the Guerreros that deep-rooted tradition for a family was well respected. Amy Guerro’s mother was having a 75th birthday and many family members from out of state were coming in to surprise her for her special day. Amy knew that her mother would only turn 75 once and that it may be a long time before she got to enjoy celebrating a birthday with many family members who had moved away. Amy also knew that there was only one way to capture a pure surprised reaction from her mother while also being able to look back at the smiling faces of everyone celebrating together. The natural conclusion was to get the help of a professional photographer.
So when a friend of my family personally asked me to help her capture this once-in-a-lifetime moment I certainly couldn't refuse. This wasn't just something I planned on treating as an opportunity to attend a party while snapping a few photos of everyone huddled together off of my smartphone. This was my first ever paid photography gig and I wanted to do my best to be professional and courteous while managing my client's expectations. Well, that's the fancy way of saying I had never done this before and I'm unsure if I was the best candidate. Even though I was a personal friend of the family there were many other options to choose from. Literally, any other professional photographer that's done events before, or maybe even another family member who owns a camera, could have even gone and bought a bunch of wind-up cameras and handed them out to everyone, while encouraging everyone to take their own pictures of the evening. As I said a plethora of options, alas I stayed in contact with Amy and told her what I could realistically do for her. I listened to her specific needs and the ideas she wanted to encapsulate with my photography skill. I even stayed up all night and worked out multiple photography deals for her to choose from so she could know how many edited photos to expect and how much I thought was reasonable to charge for them. In the end being attentive, communicative, and of course affordable; paid off. The Gig was mine and the beginning of Spotlight Photography was underway.
There is a lot that can go through your mind when arriving at your first paid gig. Or maybe any event one might have to attend. Be it Photographer, Musician, Dancer, or even your first table at your new serving job. I think we can all find a similarity in the anxiety we feel to deliver a professional service that's up to par not only with our own internal standards but with the standards of the client as well. That kind of rumination of the mind can be a lot to manage while attending to the needs of someone else. So the only way I could get through it was to focus on the client and never miss a moment that could make for a good photo. Personally, I have a lot of fondness for candids. They have the ability to catch a person being authentic with their surrounding environment. So I was sure to capture lots of moments with Amy greeting family members and sharing hearty laughs between them. I was also sure to greet everyone there formally and with a smile while letting them know I would be their photographer for the evening.
After a while of meet and greet while warming up my camera, the order was issued for everyone to hide inside the garage; the birthday girl was on her way. At some point, I completely forgot about my anxiety and instead felt a sense that I was a participant in the evening. Maybe there is something magical about cramming a large number of people into a dark garage on a summer evening to surprise a 75-year-old lady. We all hushed as we heard a vehicle pulling in front of the garage doors. Slowly it opened and in front was Mrs.Guerrero blindfolded. She lifted her blindfold and on cue, the entire room yelled “SURPRISE” while my camera rapidly clicked away.
Even though some of the members of the Guerrero family had distanced themselves geographically they were still close to each other spiritually. The evening was a success and Amy was very pleased with her final product of over 90 edited photos, and I was very self-satisfied with being one tiny step closer to being a professional photographer. If you would like to plan an evening of capturing magical moments with photography or videography, visit our page and check out our work, and never be afraid to put your life in the spotlight.
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It makes me smile that he talks so highly of my singing.
I love to try to remember the times he was in my house. The second time I did show him my room.
Whenever I sing that song, it reminds me of my drunk and brave serenading I gave you that night. I was so happy.
Thinking about the love and laughter I felt on those birthdays makes me smile and miss it so much.
My birthday is next week. Nothing planned.
All I want is a time machine. If I was given a chance I would go back to my birthday that night. And make different choices from that point on.
I was so mad at my brother.
I was trying to still be friends with my ex.
I had a huge crush on him and I used my birthday as an opportunity to have him close. I should have flirted more when we walked to the car. I should have hinted more about my feelings, i should have told him to stay longer to keep me company. I don't know how he would have responded, nor how he would respond now.
To me it's obvious he has a crush on me. I feel safe when I am near him. I wonder how feels when he is near me. I cannot make eye contact with him, so I try to avoid it sometimes and I wonder if he notices.
The idea of us being together romantically is nice, it's full of laughter and lust. (Like most new relationships)
But he reminds me so much of my ex. His mannerisms, his adorable nerdiness, his need to be right all the time, and his sweetness. I made a lot of mistakes when I was with my ex. I probably didn't learn much from it since I have definitely made similar mistakes in my current relationship.
I move too fast. I realized it during my slut era a few years ago. Sex and romance don't have to always happen together. Kissing people I just met, is exciting. I loved it. Making out with new people is so fun and turned me on enough to hook up almost every time. I dont have much self control. Around this time I also dropped my classes (and school)
and wasn't able to graduate when I was supposed to....
And then during covid I wasn't about to go out and be a slut physically so I had my self love slut era. I was touching myself multiple times a day. I was sunbathing and smoking a blunt everyday. I shared a few nudes on my main blog and they got some guy's attention. Eventually I would just sext these guys. Like a sexworker, but for free and I wasn't faking being turned on by it. I loved it and I really loved myself.
With him its also so fun because he knows me, we have had intimate conversations. And yet there's so much we also don't know about each other. Our real lives are seperate and as much as I want to be able to just hangour with him I can't. And unless he has changed his mind, he doesn't seem to be comfortable around me when It's just us alone. And I know my current partner would immediately let me know he doesn't like the idea of us being alone. I know he notices when I mention his name too often. So whenever I need to talk about work I try to edit what I say outloud.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR SWIFT!
Dec 13, 1989
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#tswiftgifs#ts#tscreators#taswiftnet#tsusermeggie#usermist#tsuserkayl#userafolksongs#userpurple#tuserella#thingschanged#hbd taylor!!!#wasn't planning on making a birthday edit but then i got this idea#flashing gif#flashing tw#my gifs#my edits
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Intoxicate (Deku x reader)
Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x female reader
Word count: 4,113
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), dubcon, sex pollen (lust quirk to be exact), unprotected sex, oral (receiving), implied loss of virginity, minimal editing I love to procrastinate and I'm surprised I actually got it done
A/n: I had the idea for this a year ago, and I'm SO glad I got to write it and I like how it came out. This is a part of the @rat-zuki The Deku Agenda Escapes No One collab for the amazing boy's birthday!
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Your face blushed red in humiliation that this was turning you on. His lips dragged down to your collarbone. He drank in how perfect it looked. His kisses went further and further down, until he was stopped by your bra.
"Can you... undress more? Please?"
You bit your lip, wanting to make him happy, after all, you were the one who put him through this. You weren't sure if he would eventually come out of it or if he needed to release, but you were planning to at least hold him over as you waited.
5 years earlier
Students swarmed the school grounds of the prestigious U.A. You were there too, just like you had always dreamed as a child, but you would never pass the entrance exams taking place, not with your quirk.
You were only there because of your father's job.
You leaned against a pillar by the main building. The flat, hard surface was uncomfortable, but you didn't have much else to do, and at least the feeling was somewhat entertaining. You were glad you were wearing gloves, it wasn't the warmest of days. But maybe you should have brought a sketchbook.
You glanced around the crowd. As you did, your eyes accidentally locked with a pair of large, green ones. His face and green hair were soft, and he held his arm close to his chest like he were defending himself from the cold. He probably was considering the chill the autumn breeze brought.
You immediately regretted looking and averted your eyes to the ground. The next step in eye-lock etiquette was to say hello and start a conversation. None of which you wanted to do.
Despite this, he ended up nervously walking over to you. You sucked in a breath and almost wished you had a real-life undo button. You tugged on the hem of your glove. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too awkward.
“Hello,” he waved, his head slightly sunk into his shoulders.
“Hi.” You gave a small wave back.
“There’s a lot of people here.” A half-hearted laugh left his mouth as he scanned all of the people around him.
“Yeah. I guess that’s what happens if there’s an entrance exam for a top hero school.”
“Yeah.”
Your chest practically seized up at the abrupt dead end in the conversation.
“Yeah,” he repeated again, then blushed pink when he realized it. “B-But it’s nice to talk to someone. Uh, so, how are you feeling right now?”
How were you supposed to respond to that? “Fine?”
“Hm, that’s good. I’m honestly nervous. I hope I do well." He nudged the ground with the tip of his shoe, but clearly didn't realize he was doing it.
"I heard it's hard. Or, at least that not many people get in. What was the acceptance rate again?"
"Five percent," he answered immediately.
"Wow, you must know a lot about the school, or something."
"Yeah...So, what's your quirk?"
Time stopped along with your breath the moment you processed the question. You opened your mouth to answer but, your eyes fell, … how could you answer. There was really no way to sugarcoat it.
Everyone else in the past always had a negative reaction when they learned about your lust quirk.
He noticed your hesitation. "Oh." His gaze softened and he reached up as if to touch you, but stopped. "Are you quirkless t-" You looked at him. "I mean! Are you quirkless?"
You bit your lip. Should you just… "No… not exactly. Just… it's not something I like and it most definitely isn't an impressive quirk."
"Really, almost any quirk can be useful."
"No," your voice quivered, "this one really isn't."
"Hmm, I would like to know what it is, maybe I could help you. But it's fine that you don't want to talk about it." His eyes were filled with understanding, something you weren't used to. "By the way, how long have you wanted to be a hero?"
Your eyes widened in realization and you froze. "Uhh." Would it be less awkward to pretend you were? "I…" No, that would just make it harder and you didn’t want to have to play along.
"Actually… I- well, you see, I’m… not actually enrolling.”
The color drained from his face slightly as he realized his mistake. "Oh, I'm sorry! Since you were here, I just assumed you were."
“Yeah, uh, my dad is a new teacher here, so he came to get his desk in the office ready. And I ended up having to come along. My parents don’t like it when I’m home alone.”
"Okay. But it's nice to meet you anyway."
"Nice to meet you too."
After that day, you both became friends.
Sometimes your dad still brought you along to U.A. and you’d see Midoriya again. You actually would go out of your way to see him, considering he was the only person you knew there aside from your dad. Maybe you could have joined a club or spent time with friends by yourself in those situations, but at that point you had started enjoying visiting the school.
Eventually, you did tell him your quirk. It was scary. You had started to value his friendship, and you were sure he was going to avoid you the second he knew. But as per usual, he surprised you.
He asked you all sorts of questions about it. You explained that you could spray a sort of aphrodisiac dust from your fingertips. If it touched or, much worse, was breathed in by anyone it would take effect. The more exposure, the worse it would be. You had a habit of accidentally releasing spurts of the dust when startled, so you always wore gloves. The dust never affected you.
There were long talks when you'd share stories about people becoming wary of you or try to harass you when they figured out what your quirk was. Maybe that was also why you wore the gloves all the time. Midoriya proved to be a very good therapist and actually managed to convince you that it wasn't your fault. That quirks shouldn't define someone, it's the person who decides who they are and what to do with their quirk.
He also concluded there was no way to completely ethically use your quirk as a hero.
As U.A. graduation rolled around, you became busy with your own struggles of getting money and moving out, and finding a place to move out into. You really wish you could have been there to see him graduate, but you were busy with getting every scrap of paper and information in place to get approved for your first apartment.
By the time you were done with that, Midoriya was loaded with hero work and patrolling. You wouldn't have a day you were both free in a while. You told him to drop by whenever he felt like it, but that didn't seem likely. It sucked. You wanted to celebrate graduating together, but it seemed it would have to wait.
You had just gotten dinner ready. It was a nice, quiet night, and you could do anything you wanted. Though you would probably only end up sleeping soon.
Water ran over your hands from the faucet. Your gloves patiently sat on the counter next to you. You turned the water off and gave your hands a flick. The loose droplets fell into the sink. You took hold of the towel and wiped off the water that clung, your back facing the rest of the room.
You were almost done. But suddenly you felt something touch your shoulder. Adrenaline rushed through you and your muscles tightened.
"Hi!"
Before you could even register anything except that there was a noise and something touching you, you jumped. You pressed your arms against your chest and one hand reached over your shoulder, to brush whatever it was off.
It was too late when you had turned and saw it was Midoriya.
It had been fine every other time he surprised you, but this time there was one main difference. You didn’t have your gloves on.
Thousands of tiny particles shot from your fingers and nailed him in the face. He immediately stumbled back, his hands going to his face and rubbing his eyes.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Midoriya." You rushed to hold him and comfort him, but stopped when you saw his condition.
He was sweating profusely, his breathing was heavy and labored, and his eyes were wide in barely-contained lust. You could see the conflict in them as clear as day. He wanted to touch you, but at the same time knew he would only become a step closer to losing himself by doing that.
You had no idea what to do. The last time you had accidentally used your quirk on someone was when you were a child. Even then, the adults had dealt with it behind the scenes. You had no idea if it could be waited out or if he needed to… you know. One of the major downfalls to never being able to explore your quirk because of its nature.
"I'm so sorry," you repeated, "How did you even get in?"
"You told me about the… key under the mat."
Right, you did do that.
"I- is there anything I can do to help-?"
"Stop talking!"
You jumped back, startled by his tone. It was clear he didn't mean to be that loud either. At first you were confused about his request, until you saw that a bulge had grown on his crotch as you were speaking.
Everything froze. The only sound was his heavy breaths.
"I… need, to go." He hobbled towards the door.
"Izuku! You're in no condition to go out," you immediately protested, hating the idea of him limping from lust all the way back to his apartment. To possibly be taken advantage of or killed by a villain who happened to see him.
This was all your fault.
“Don’t, huff, call me, puff, that.” Beads of sweat clung to his skin and hair. Trying his best to be the hero, to resist everything his impulses told him right now.
You blinked for two seconds until it clicked and you understood why. You will yourself not to look down, but it was all in vain. Still straining against its fabric prison. It wasn’t clear if there was a noticeable difference, but his face turned bright red and he turned his back to you. At least he seemed to be listening to your advice not to go out.
You awkwardly stood there, wishing you knew what to do… but you didn’t. You did this to him, you were the only one there to help. It took a lot of effort to even think of an idea.
“Mmm, are you dating anyone? Anyone you’re interested in.”
“No!”
You’re sure he didn’t mean to yell. It was just the frustration from resisting your quirk. It would have been nice if he could just keep doing that, but the effects would probably last for hours. … it infuriated you that you knew how long it would last, but no idea how to get rid of it faster.
Minutes seemed to pass like seconds. His condition only got worse as you tried to think of a solution. Even looking up online what to do about a lust quirk and only getting answers like ‘fucking’. Meanwhile his legs shook until he got onto his knees, to keep from falling completely. He curled into a ball and rocked himself. He trembled in silent sobs.
It pained you to see him cry. More than he could ever know. In fact, you were sure he could get you to do anything he wanted just by crying.
Your mind worked faster to find someone who would be able to help. He wasn’t dating, so you couldn’t just phone a lover over. The internet wasn’t of any use. Who would know how… did your parents know how to get it to stop. Considering the fact they had to raise you when you had less control over the quirk, they had to know something. It was your best shot!
But wait, should you ask them about it? They might figure out, and get mad at you for not being able to control your quirk. You bit your lip. You turned back to look at Midoriya. He seemed to be in intense pain. Despite his efforts, his hand kept moving down to his crotch, only for him to stop himself, then let out a mix of a whine and sob.
You had to do something. You couldn’t stand seeing him like that, especially since it was your fault. If you asked in a text, it would not seem as urgent and you wouldn’t have to control your voice. You just needed to find the best way to word it and pray for the best.
After a half a minute, you typed
Hey, just in case something goes wrong with my quirk, can you tell me what got rid of its effect
*?
You would have taken longer, but the sounds of his whining increasing rushed you. Now all you would have to do was bide your time. Which had already proved to be hard. Every second was creating cracks in your heart and making it melt into goo. And it was almost doing the same to your head, something not ideal for making good choices.
“It hurts, it hurts really bad,” he whimpered.
His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
“I’m sorry.” You reached out, but once again hesitated when you realized any physical way of comforting him might make it worse.
His face showed clear with disappointment and longing when you retracted your hand. You quirked your eyebrow in confusion and conflict. He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it as if he couldn’t trust himself to say anything. His eyes were hazy, in a way you weren’t sure if it was pretty or made you sad. There was something strange and enchanting about his face, that drew you to touch it.
You stood, ran to get a tissue, and came back. “Can I wipe your face off?”
You saw the hesitation and conflict in his eyes. Then his body betrayed himself, with one single nod.
That was all it took for you to reach in and touch his burning skin. Ugh, you hated the fact that it was you, your quirk that did this to him. And in all honesty, you had just used the tissue as an excuse to touch his face. With one hand with the tissue, the other one went up to gently cup his face. He let out a moan far too inappropriate for the scene out of context. He nuzzled his face into your hand, lifting up his own to hold it there.
You pulled away. Luckily, he wasn’t holding onto your hand very tightly and it slipped out. His brow knitted together and formed a face of sadness and utter betrayal. You tried to ignore it. You needed to stop before it got any farther.
“Um, you shouldn’t sit on the floor, you should probably sit on the couch.”
He nodded again. With great effort, he got to his feet and started walking to the living room you gestures to. His legs were shaking as he did his best to take one step after another.
But he suddenly stumbled. One foot catching on the other, and he rapidly started to topple over. He would have plummeted to the floor with a loud thump. At least, had you not caught him, one hand on each side of him. His head had fallen onto your chest. But rather than apologize to you like he would have an hour ago, or maybe longer, you weren’t checking the time, he clung to you and buried his head into your breasts.
“Soft…”
“Izuku!” You would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it.
He moaned upon hearing his name. You could feel something hard and slightly damp against your leg. It pushed against you with one quick roll. Almost all restraint from before was gone.
He opened his eyes once more and they locked onto yours. Like you were the most beautiful person on Earth. You could feel his breath fanning your face.
Then your lips met his. Maybe thus would help, take the pain and need away. Just a little bit to hold him over wouldn't hurt, right? Your lips gently moved against his. It made your heart flutter and filled you with a strange feeling. A feeling one could become intoxicated to.
The kiss quickly became more heated. He lunged closer to you, putting his hand on the back of your neck, diving in deeper and pushing his tongue into your mouth. His movements were sloppy and wet, but it somehow turned you on. Almost like he was turning your quirk against you, reversing it onto you.
You parted and panted. A small strand of saliva still connecting your mouths.
"Undress for me... Please?" He whined in a strained voice.
Why did you have to have such a soft spot for him?
Without a second thought, you started to pull off your shirt, revealing the curve of your soft belly. A little voice in the back of your head screamed at you for this, knowing where it would lead, but you shoved it away and silenced it. You convinced yourself it was just your shirt and pants, nothing else. Besides, with how much he was suffering, it would be cruel if you changed your mind and pulled your shirt back over yourself now.
His hands touched your bare skin, breathing in sharply once he did. He leaned down and place a kiss onto your neck. That kiss multipled, more and more, as he scattered them across your neck. His soft lips felt heavenly. He kissed a sensitive spot on your neck, drawing a moan from you.
All the stimulation made your own sex throb. Your face blushed red in humiliation that this was turning you on. His lips dragged down to your collarbone. He drank in how perfect it looked. His kisses went further and further down, until he was stopped by your bra.
"Can you... undress more? Please?"
You bit your lip, wanting to make him happy, after all, you were the one who put him through this. You weren't sure if he would eventually come out of it or if he needed to release, but you were planning to at least hold him over as you waited.
"Please?" his voice quivered and sounded so desperate, it made the heat between your legs throb. "Please?!" He clutched onto you, tears pouring down his red cheeks at the intensity of the emotion.
His member was straining against his pants more than ever, and creating a noticeable wet spot.
The way he sounded, the way his glistening eyes begged... You found your fingers nimbly taking it off. As soon as he could see it, he latched onto it, quick as lightning. A hiss escaped you. Your hands found their way to the back of his head, wrapping around his hair, growing tighter the more pleasure he gave you. Your breathing hitched as he sucked and his tongue flicking the sensitive spot.
"Baby..." he moaned into your skin.
"Deku..." you breathed.
You tried to guide him over until the both of you sat on the couch. His mouth never parted from your skin as you did so. The force almost push your back down until you were laying down. You were almost tempted to lay down, but didn't.
You could feel your bud throbbing, begging to be touched. Despite your better judgment, you began to unbutton your pants and rutted your hips into the air in attempt to satisfy the urge. The desperate boy started dry humping back, frantically rutting his member against your clothed sex like his life depended on it. Your breath caught in your throat when he felt how hard he was. Hard and ready to plunge it into you like a puppy in heat.
You needed more friction on your clit. Your hand reach down to rub it.
He caught your hand. "Let me help you," he breathed.
He pulled your pants down your legs and leaned down. His puffs of air felt hot, only teasing you from behind the thin layer of cloth that still protected it. He pulled the fabric aside, making the fabric pull into the skin on you outer thigh.
His head dipped down and he took one long lick. Before you had time to even finish your moan, he took the swollen bud into his mouth and sucked, his teeth slightly grazing against it in his haste and inexperience.
"Sorry," his voice sent vibrations through all the right places deliciously. "I just," he paused to slurp up the wetness of your sopping heat.
"It's okay," you managed to get out between gasps and pants. Moans escaping your mouth endlessly.
A vibration came from your phone. You opened it. It was a text from your parents. You practically jumped and opened the text. He weakly tried to take the phone away from you, upset something was taking your attention off of him. You held it out of reach and read.
Your quirk’s effect only stopped after having sex and releasing.
Mastrubating didn’t do much except make it more manageable and take less time to go away.
At least from what I know of
Be sure to keep your gloves on
“Too late for that,” you mumbled under your breath.
A scarred, hot hand finally succeeded in knocking your phone out of your hands. He stared up at you. His beautiful eyes glittered from tears.
“Please. Please. Please. Let me cummm. I’ll be a good boy, I’ll do anything, just pleeeease.”
You bit your lip. You wanted to do anything for him right now. You wanted to help him so badly. You wanted to help yourself now that you felt so hot and bothered. And, according to what you were told, this was the only way to help.
The second you decided, it was like your body was acting on its own whim. Like something had been held back far too long. Before you even realized you were doing it, you slipped your finger under the waistband and hastily pulling your underwear down your legs.
"A-are you sure?" He asked, even as he was already lining up his cock.
You nodded. "Please. I- I need you too."
That was all it took for him to snap. All it took for him to plunged it in. Your mouth gaped open, all sounds not permitted to leave. Hot. Big. Full.
He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in slightly faster. Then repeat, but becoming quicker each time. The way his member dragged along your walls was delicious, the feeling flooded you, and made you wonder why you didn't do this sooner.
He was pounding into you. Your hips moved together to meet perfecting, like waves crashing into each other. His tongue lolling out of his mouth and blabbering pleasure drunken nonsense.
"Ah-h-h hnnn, feel so good. Please. Please."
The pressure inside of you, the heat rapidly grew as he hit and hit the sensitive spot inside of you. No regard for how you felt it building and building and-
You moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him. You gushed all over his cock and rode the tidal wave of you coming down from your high. Your orgasm finally tipped him over the edge into his own.
His warmth filled you and painted your walls. Spurting his load into you. The feeling so heavenly and sinful that you completely forgot every time you were told about protection. Both your and his brain far too drugged on lust to remember.
He dropped and laid on top of you, nuzzling into your chest and neck. You thought that was the end of it, but you were wrong. He kept lazily rutting into you until you orgasmed two, maybe three, times? Or maybe that was how much he climaxed, you couldn’t tell and it didn't matter.
His half lidded eyes gaze up at you. There was a satisfaction in the way he looked so content. You stoked your hands through his hair.
He hummed and closed his eyes. You felt the same heaviness on your eyelids and smiled as you surrendered to sleep.
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4 in 1 <3
Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Childe, Itto
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Violence, blood, murder, manipulation, reader kills themselves in one, fire
Pronouns: None
Word count: no idea this time but Diluc's is 1.2k and Scaramouche's is around 900 words
Author's note: rushed, tried correcting my mistakes, this is proof read and edited but mistakes can still be made 😀 also today's my birthday so I'm posting all this to celebrate
Update: I got food poisoning over the cake and ended up having to go to the doctor the next day but of course, the clinics are closed on Sunday so I spent another day in agony before I could get myself checked out.
Scaramouche
Poison to flames
You trembled as you pour the glass of water in and shake it a powder that had no taste or scent. You bit your lip when you placed it on the tray and walked up to the office. You placed on that grin he called "hideous" and turned the doorknob. You placed the glass on his desk, shuffling out as quickly as possible as you always would. Nothing was different from the regular.
"The sixth harbinger is dead!" Somebody screeched as they entered the office after knocking a few times in the past hour. You held back your stifling laughter and took a deep breath. You furrowed your brows when the news was announced and your face sang of melancholy. You could hear the sound of your footsteps as you took your time to the office, slow down with every step. You lowered your gaze, looking down in disarray.
You reached for the doorknob, your hands shaking. Click, you swung it open quickly. You took a step in and glanced up. Why was he alright? "You took your sweet time to get here. Even when you knew your lord was dead?" Scaramouche scoffed, crossing his arms. You lowered your head again and gritted your teeth.
"Ah, I-"
"Did I give you the permission to speak?" Scaramouche slammed his palm onto the desk in a fit of apoplexy. You heard his chair shift back a little and his presence nearing you far more than you like. You quickly knelt, realizing your stance was wrong. A sudden feeling was around the air, it did not feel right. You felt an impact around your arm as if someone was prodding around it with a dull butter knife. "You tried to poison me didn't you?" Silence. You gulped back the saliva in your mouth to shoot down your pleas for mercy. You felt beads of perspiration drip slowly down your temples to your cheeks before seeing it stain the ground. "Cat got your tongue? Speak."
You raised your head slightly, clutching tighter onto your shirt. You took a deep breath before pleading out, "It... Wasn't me!" You heard Scaramouche's erupting laughter like he was a seer. Everything was falling into a perfect puzzle. Piece by piece, everything was adding up.
You felt a strong force, pushing you back. You stumbled and fell. You glanced up to see a scrunched-up expression of a short man. "How dare you lie to me." The air felt like it was a thunder cloud. Lightning strikes everywhere with the dash of electrocution. Every hair on your body stood up as you slowly moved back, bit by bit. Scaramouche had a simple smirk on his face but you desperately want to get up to rip it off but he was your lord.
He took a few more steps forward, scanning your expressions, he could tell you already rehearsed your play a million times. He stomped onto your fingers before turning away. "You are an eyesore. Get out."
You did not utter another word, scrambling onto your two feet and leaving the office. You slid down the door once you finally left but then, something was amiss. Scaramouche did not offer you any consequences or punishment. His ending reactions foiled impeccably planning and rehearsals. However, your goal was to be triumphant in fulfilling your mission.
You were not in your room the next day. This was the consequence. The scent of blood clung onto the air, making it toxic to inhale unless you want to pass out from the constant metallic smell. Everything was painted or stained red and lastly rough rope dug into your skin, marking red around your joints and face. You could see a short figure from afar but everything was mostly dark except for small, warm candlelight that lit a small perimeter around its frame. You wanted to shift closer to it, get a better look around from you would rather not risk getting cut by a thousand knives that would prick the floors.
"Is this my punishment?"
"Seems like you figured out, bravo! Took you a long time." You heard Scaramouche's condescending tone. You chuckled a little and glanced up. You saw his small figure, reflected onto the wall. It seemed huge but you served him long enough to know that he was smaller than a creature in the sewers that starved for half its life. "You are being executed." As you heard those words, the room lit up in flames.
Everything became clear. The chair you had been tied to, the floor that was made of wooden planks, and finally, the building was made with wood.
"No, please! I will swear my life to you! I won't try to kill you again! Please!" You screamed, trying to free yourself. You begged and pleaded for mercy as the fire slowly crept closer and ash fell on your skin. You heard Scaramouche's manic laughter, as you were engulfed in flames. The tingling sensation slowly becoming excruciating agony then in a matter of seconds, you realized the heat. The house was a furnace, that had been turned on. It was cooking you alive. You screeched clinging onto the little life left of you.
The sound slowly drifted farther and farther till nothing could be heard and the fire was out.
Diluc
Imperfect
"I do," it would haunt the ones who loved and hated. The ones who were driven to the far end with their everlasting rage with their fate tied to another. Escaping would never be the choice when you said these words at the wedding chapel as the bells chimed at high noon. Everything was decked out perfectly in white and your favourite colours. It all seemed to be perfect when you held Diluc's hands and touched your lips against one another. It was your day. Nobody took your spotlight. It was a dazzling welcome to a new beginning.
Yet, why was it like this now? You furrow your brows whenever you reminisce about your perfect day. Ever since then, that bright smile on your face had been wiped clean with a purple rag. You always sat alone at the dinner table, slept alone in your bed, and even on the wedding anniversary, Diluc never showed up. Even if he was around, he treated you as if you were a ghost roaming around in Dawn Winery with an intent to haunt the grounds.
"Why?" you would cry in your bedroom as one of the maids desperately tried to comfort your fragile heart that was shattering into a million pieces every day. She stared at you pitifully, trying to comfort her master with a cold expression, and cleaned up after the mess you would make. You bit your lower lip in frustration, "why doesn't he love me?" You punched the wall with your fist. You turned to look at the maid and grabbed her collar, knowing well that her words added to your endless pit of wrath and hatred. "Why?" The maid tried to pry your fingers off her but your grip tightens more and more before slamming her to the ground. You picked and threw the vase to her, breaking it into pieces that fell and scratched her skin. You tilted your head back and glowered at her, "you're fired."
The maid scrambled to her feet and swiftly exited the room. You stepped forward and glanced out the window, it did not take her long to run out with anything. "I hope you die running back," you cursed her under your breath. You turned your head to realise your husband, Diluc, standing behind you leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. He had a face of a thunder cloud as he laid his icy glare on you.
A shiver went down your spine as you froze in place. Diluc lifted his brow and sighed before turning his back on you, "I never expected this side of you, y/n. I thought better of you." He left. Your eyes widened and you bit down on your lips harder as you plopped down on your bed, you grabbed the pillow and covered your face, letting the pent-up anger inside.
"I should've known better!" you thought to yourself, wiping away tears. Your chest throbbed in pain, knowing that imaginary perfect story had shattered in front of your eyes and brought you to your cruel reality.
The next day, a new maid would appear. Similar to the previous, different in nothing. The cycle would continue as you fired her, another one would show up. They offer superficial advice, offer zero comfort before leaving, and never come back. You knew you loved Diluc, but it seemed like he never loved you back. He keeps sending the same maids, in the same outfits with the same attitude, and whenever they are fired, he appears at your door with similar suits and expressions. It happened almost every day, you were elated that Diluc had come to see you but when you realised it was about the maid the sunshine would turn into yet another thunderstorm. Another heated argument where you finally yelled back and broke down in more wasted tears.
"Is this how you're going to treat me?" You screamed, finally saying something different. It was the day of the anniversary, you fired another maid and Diluc came to check up on your situation. Glass and expensive ceramics were shattered everywhere with your feet bloody from being scratched by the sharp pieces. You refused to let the cat get your tongue this time. You looked into Diluc's crimson eyes and you could swear he cussed you out under his breath but he remained silent.
Diluc turned around and tilted his head back at you as he adjusted his glove, "we'll divorce soon, I'll hand you the papers tomorrow."
You froze in your place, lowering your head and gritting your teeth. You gulped back your words before you realised you had lost another fight. You heard his steps and the door slam and you collapsed to your knees, biting your nails. "This is your answer... Eh?"
The day after, you prepared a rope and tied it to the ceiling. You smirked but you ignored it completely. You went down to the kitchen and sharpened it till your reflection could be seen on its blade. You pressed your cheek against its cold surface and took it upstairs where the new maid was. You turned around to check your surroundings before you plunged the knife deep into her back before pulling it out and leaving a trail of red all over your white carpet. It stained the floor with sins as you lick the blood of a shiny knife. You left her to bleed out, turning your next target to everyone else.
Horrified blood curdling screams filled Dawn Winery as you went to stab each one of them with the same knife but you threw it in the trash can right before Diluc was home, picking up a fresh clean dull knife for him instead. You sat on the stairs, humming a tune as you awaited his presence.
The door slowly creaked open and Diluc took his step in, slowly tilting his head up, he noticed the amiss feeling. Blood was everywhere. The carpet the couch and the bodies of the servant lay cold and motionless each one of them with a terrifying expression on their face as if terror had blinded them before. They all were stabbed once, clean and neat. Diluc noticed your shadow as you descended the steps you sat on, leaving blood everywhere as you came down. Diluc stumbled back seeing your maddened expressions. At first, you let out a soft chuckle but it soon exploded into hysterical laughter as you lunged towards him and stabbed his shoulder blade.
"Get off me!" Diluc yelled, trying to push you off him. You rolled your eyes and aimed your knife toward his elbow, stabbing it through and pulling it out, letting the blood ooze out. "You're insane!" Diluc continued to struggle in pain as you fought back with your manic state, stabbing deeper into him. Diluc drifted in and out of consciousness, trying to fight back and pry you off him but the more he tried the more you stabbed before he finally cave in, accepting fate and closing his eyes.
"Why don't you love me?" You shouted as you took out the knife only to plunge it back in somewhere else moments later. "Why can't you love me? Don't you know how much I loved you? Ha... Haha..." You used your other hand to tighten around Diluc's neck, trying to restrain him down. You did not tighten enough to strangle him but enough to leave him beneath you as you dealt the final blow to his head. "Now we'll be together forever right?" You left the knife in his head as you stood up and smiled at his lifeless frame.
You slowly walked up to your bedroom and swung the door open. You stood above the stool you placed under your suicide set up and murmured a few words, "even if it hurts... I'll still love you." You tightened the rope and kicked the stool away, leaving your body hanging.
Childe
Monsters in the dark
You banged on the door loudly as if you wanted to knock it down with your bare fists. Pounding harder and harder by each hit, you screamed and cried for help in the darkness that consumed you. Engulfing you in emptiness before darkening your eyesight to nothing. You scratched and tried to pry the door open but with every attempt, you felt liquid drip down your fingertips and onto your lap. You bit your lip harder, trying to numb the pain from your other senses. The nonstop ring in your ear was getting unbearable, it only grew louder by the passing second, and what should have been pin-drop silence was smothered by desperate cries.
"I'll come to get you later," Tartaglia cheerfully remarked as he carried you into the closet, turning off the lights. Before you could say a word, he slammed the door shut and you heard it. Click. The door was locked. At first, you sat, puzzled by his actions and he knew. Then the ringing, screaming, and fear settled in like bricks slowly falling revealing everything.
You wiped your tears away and cursed under your breath, "I shouldn't have let him lead me in..." You felt around your ankle which was still in a state of excruciating pain after you knocked onto a chair and stumbling forward. "Ha... Haha." You pressed your head against the wall. You kept your eyes shut, knowing that the monsters would devour you once you had fluttered your eyes open to see their grotesque and hideous figures. "It's... A little too dark..." Your voice slowly drifts off as you tried to keep your mind pure.
You soon opened your eyes, after realizing the amount of time you had been locked in. Nobody had come for you even after hearing your cries for help. The ringing eventually subsided but the ticking clock in your mind kept going. You grabbed onto the door handle, helping yourself up before stumbling back. You furrowed your brows and let out an exasperated sigh. Helpless. You were helpless. You wiped off the perspiration that was dripping down your chin, pressed your palms against your shirt to dry off the sweat to make sure you got a good grip on the handle, and mustered the courage you had gathered to leave the dark side and reemerge in the light. Yet, you still fell back down.
Soon, you heard a clicking sound before the door swung open. Tartaglia pounced onto you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing his head against your shoulder. "I'm so glad you're alright! Turns out you're here..." Tartaglia feigned his concern, "everyone knows you are afraid of the dark, why are you here?" Though sight could not tell, your feelings told you he was smirking behind everyone else. You blinked back tears and embraced Tartaglia as well but your mouth was sewn shut. The words that clogged your throat had melted when the light was shed.
"I... I'm sorry," you murmured, staring at the light that was behind him. The light was much warmer than you imagined but the person touching you was colder than the closet. "It was my f... Fault. I'll be more careful next time."
"You better be, I wouldn't want you to be hurt anymore!"
"Hm..." You nodded as you tried to get up again. You limped out the closet and onto the bed, staring out the window to broad daylight when not even a slither of light passed through the small crevice of the door that usually allowed little light in. "Ha..." You sighed, hugging your knees tighter and leaning against the bed frame. "I failed... Again."
Arataki Itto
Faults
Staring into his eyes, you could see the emotions of somebody who would want to be with you for the rest of your life. Eyes burning with passion would light up your world when they sparkle like the sunlight in high noon but losing its light would only force you to plunge into the darkness you knew you caused. The weight of the crushing earth weighs on your shoulder, the hinging feeling lingered around your lips. The urge to speak was overcome by cowardice.
"I'm sorry, I never knew I was annoying."
You felt your face heat up like Arataki Itto's emotions were the fuel to the fire that was your feelings. You turned your head away, refusing to no longer look Itto in the eyes. "I..."
"I know I can be loud and obnoxious but I never knew you thought that way of me," Itto continued, still staring blankly trying to make eye contact with you. He still managed to hold his head up high, unlike you. He admitted everything he had done wrong, forgoing the pride he held to an astronomical height. You always remembered Itto boasting about his accomplishments, brushing off mistakes, and being the upbeat person that cheered you on when you needed it in his special way. "I'm sorry, y/n..." Itto's voice slowly trailed off before he slumped over and wiped the rain that mixed with his tears that were dripping down his face away. Itto looked at you as you bit your lower lip, remaining in the guilty silence you had started.
Was it pride that kept you standing like this? Or was it the fact you could not be the better person? Screaming out loud inside would not help you but you were losing yourself amidst emotions. Adrenaline still pumped through you but as soon as it fade, you knew everything would set in and stab you in the back. That cold, burning feeling that would make you curse life itself.
"Is it over?" Itto asked, reaching his hand out for you but you flinched and stumbled back. You quickly caught your balance as Itto grabbed your wrist pulling you back up. He furrowed his brows, waiting for an answer that would change everything. You shook your head, glancing up to the sky raindrops fell. Itto nodded and with a defeated sigh, he walked away. You saw as he left.
"I regret it already," you murmured, falling onto your knees. "I shouldn't have lashed out on him..." You wiped your tears away as you huddled yourself up.
"It's a waste to pick up shattered glass, it can't be mended," somebody tilted an umbrella over your head. You tilted your head back to see Thoma who had witnessed the whole scene. "I guess you were having a bad day, y/n?"
You pressed your forehead against your knees and muttered, "yeah..." Thoma patted your back a little, comforting you. You thought he would have run after Itto since he was the one who was truly hurt rather than you.
"It'll be alright."
You shook your head, as your eyes brimmed with saltwater "Ha... I messed up."
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