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hey! it’s your hopefully favorite anon again. genuinely thank you so much for responding to my asks and stuff. it’s so eloquently written and it feels like it’s actually mako’s grief in text form. that doesn’t really make sense but. reading that little cat blurb actually made me feel better. I cried. like. heavily. 😭
im glad you liked my goofy insane mentor-that-needs-a-mentor korra idea, even if you’re not going to use it. I actually had the thought while watching a video comparing korra and zuko. it’s not exactly a niche thought that ‘korra is aang’s successor and Zuko’s spiritual successor’ but then it struck me. zuko was the oldest member of the gaang (just a bit older than sokka, the former eldest) but he is still absolutely batshit reckless and insane so,,, what if i Korra’d it.
also,, triple threats,,, since I’ve already revealed that I like to fuck around with canon in every possible aspect. consider: au where bolin dies (this one came to me after seeing a video saying mako would probably… yk, himself, if Bo died) but instead of giving up or chasing whatever criminals got him/dedicating his life to helping other orphans/etc. he just. replaces zolt. and maybe he would have a zuko style redemption arc?? I’ve been listening to Brutus by The Buttress on loop too which has not been helping me escape. yk what would make the takeover even better? zolt has bolin killed to try and get a more firm grip on his chosen protégé (maybe even around the end of the events of republic city hustle) and mako finds out and just,,, absolutely bodies him. like some scraggly 15 y/o just fucking cold blood murders a crime syndicate boss and takes over and?? everyone’s like well ig he was bound to get there eventually. and there would be attempted takeovers obviously but this little fucker is like. nuh uh. you can have this as soon as I get bro back (never)
sorry I’ll stop going insane now. I think you should really listen to Brutus btw it is SO fire
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hi snailon! (i'm going to call you that. snail + anon mashed together!) you're my only anon so you're my favorite by default,,, but you'd be my favorite even if you weren't! and it's lovely to hear that my writing has helped you <33 also sorry this took a day to respond to whoops
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okay on the mentor!korra part — it is such a big brain idea that i might have to one day write an au on my au just for that alone LOL okay but korra is so zuko the same way mako is so katara!!! one day i'll talk about it i swear. the classic comparison of mako = zuko is just so Off and it bugs me haha it's really korra and it always has been. bryke is out there spreading false propaganda about their own show like wtf man
second, on the triple threats! see i was reading this and i was reminded of deerstalkerdeathfrisbee's the only thing we've ever organized is crime! (which is a BRILLIANT fic even if i don't really like wuko), except then your train of thought veered divergent so promptly that i was like. woah. woahhhh. i've always been partial for terrifying mobster boss!mako since reading this one a few years back and i wholeheartedly believe that if it weren't for bolin, mako could have very quickly devolved down a really bad path. i've seen it float around a lot of older posts, but to sum it up most succintly, mako made sure bolin survived and bolin made sure mako lived. and if bolin is gone? mako would not give two shits about trying to be a better person, and if bolin's death was of a tangible human person's doing… well. it would not end well for that person, let's say. that person being zolt would abolutely lead to mako promptly desecrating the man, and even if it wasn't a grab for power, i can totally see it proceeding to him actually becoming the teenage mob boss of the triple threats.
(ALSO STOP "this little fucker is like. nuh uh. you can have this as soon as I get bro back (never)" WHY ARE YOU SO FUNNY this is so sad i'm laughing so hard)
but really; mako is just such a guy of asinine stubborness to survive, with the single-minded goal to protect bolin. if there's no one left to protect, and if bolin didn't just succumb to the horrors of their circumstance but was rather brutally murdered as an attempt to control mako himself, that asinine stubborness to survive could very easily translate into cold-blooded violence, and would come with an unnerving facade of quiet apathy while he's really simmering on the edge of a really bad breakdown at any given moment. the guilt would also be endless, and mako would probably project the personal villain so hard on every single member of the triple threats in his general vicinity. working under this angry/guilty/repressed/violent teenager would actually be the most terrifying thing ever.
continuing your ask from last time because i realized i never addresssed this part —
I just had another brain worm sorry. so remember how I was talking about korra potentially being a guiding adult-ish figure in the avatar mako au. what if baby bending brothers. and either lin/tenzin/whoever or them and the other 2 krew members,, taking care of little gang monster and his brother,, and addressing some of the insane trauma and helping him heal and build a stable life,,,
i do love child acquisition, but for tiny feral children! mako and bolin really could've been the most unhinged trauma children of all time and i don't think that any adult on the show would actually be able to handle them as they were except probably pema. tenzin would try his best but i think that he would very easily get overwhelmed and a certain phase of mako would probably incessantly insult him with the deliberate intention to rile him up — and admittedly, tenzin has more of a temper than he'd like to admit, so i just think they'd be at odds a lot to an almost dangerous amount. (but ig i'm exploring that in the actual fic lol) i think mako as a kid would be considerably more abrasive than his is now and far more distrusting and paranoid, to an extent that i don't think that there are a lot of adults in lok that would be well equipped to handle that. (maybe kya? i could see both of them taking to kya actually. that would be funny. maybe i'll write kya into this au.) i do think that bolin could easily get all of them wrapped around his finger, lin grudgingly (and i think she'd be the sort to hold a reluctant affection for prickly loser boy mako).
also idk how i missed it initially but throwing teenaged korrasami into the mix makes it funny though. they would manage the pair of them so badly. (i'm sorry it is cute but i personally don't believe in babysitter!korra and definitely not babysitter!asami.) korra would be in a physical brawling session with mako the little punk ass bitch if asami looks away for one minute because bolin will not stop crying and mako is now trying to bite her head off because that's his little brother. bolin just thinks these two cool older girls are super neat and not at all demanding of his respect so he just incessantly says the most batshit insane things at them while mako is just like. hmm wealthy girl. i am full of anger at life i think i will project that onto you because to me you represent everything i hate about society, i've decided. meanwhile asami is just so confused because she's literally just being her sweet self and this random mobster street kid pema found won't stop giving her a look like he wants to fillet her
sorry none of this post makes any sense at all my head is OVERFLOWING i am UNHINGED thank you for enabling me once again <333 you'll never be a bother also yes i will go listen!
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So, you guys remember the little TTRPG AU I posted drawings of once?
I've spent the past 4 days running an interactive teaser in the server these campaigns are being ran, so, to lack of other content, putting them here
Part two
The text that accompanied these as I posted them and the players' answers below the cut:
-Hello, hello, hello, everyone! I'm so happy to see you here!
- My name is Soleil, but you can just call me Sol! I've got new songs all for you!
- How's everyone doing in this fine day?
> Say hello?
-> Say hello
-I'm great now that I get to sing here again!-
-WHOOPS! I need to be more careful about not falling off from here! Silly me!
-I've been practicing even more on the calliope! Been passing some of my flute songs to it.
-Without further ado, let me just-
> Something's not right
> Look around
-> Something's not right (Where's your lantern?)
-Yes, yes, the calliope! Circuses use it a lot to draw in an audience! I- -...My lantern?
-Of course I have it with me! I would never forget about it, it's so important!
- In fact, it's right he-
- ...Oh.
- (Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no oh no-)
-Sorry! So sorry, so sorry, I think I'll have to cut the performance early today! I need to go do something! I'll be back later!
(The performer runs off, their breath already fast, their eyes frantically glancing around everywhere. If you want this to go the way it should, they need to find their lantern.)
> Ask if someone's seen it
> Try to spot it in the crowd
> See if its magic can still be felt
-> See if its magic can still be felt
-I think I feel it... around here, around there?
(The performer spends quite a while wandering around, trying to chase vague wisps and feelings that just don't seem reliable enough, getting to less populated zones of the town, until...)
-(Wait!)
-(I see a glow! Near those buildings!)
-(Is that...)
-(What's someone I don't know doing with my lantern? Is this a misunderstanding?)
> Call out to her
> Quietly follow her
> Run at her
-> Quietly follow her
-(Ok, ok... I'm following her!)
-(Where is she going...? I don't recognize these streets, I don't recognize these streets at all...)
-(She seems calm. She's humming to herself...)
-(Maybe this really is some kind of mistake.)
> Keep going
> Turn back
-> Keep going
(As the performer follows her, she takes a turn down a side street, and- Her footsteps suddenly fasten up as she takes off running.)
-(What? Wait...)
-Wait, no! STOP! PLEASE!
(He can only dash after her, calling out to try and call her attention)
-THAT'S MINE! Please, come back! I need that! I'll pay you for it, I'll give you something else, anything!
-(I lost her- I LOST her! No, I can't have lost her!)
> Follow the lantern's trail
> Follow your sight
> Follow your hearing
TO BE CONTINUED...
#dnd#dungeons and dragons#ttrpg#tabletop roleplaying#tabletop role playing game#tabletop rpg#technically not actually dnd asides from dice rolls but this isn't my usual FNAF content and I'm actually proud of it guys please#artists on tumblr#my art#auraart
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Bipolar Essay Extra #4
A solid a$$ explanation of BD from Ian:
So, to add in some of my own experience here, I'll put in some of my journal entries, and then go a little in-depth:
[Friday, June 3rd 2022]
(20:54 — 8:54 PM)
Oh, great. The insanity is back.
Now, this type of insanity is hard to describe. Just…wired energy. Like anxious energy spazzing through me like I just took 9 shots of caffeine.”
(End of entry.)
My thoughts:
Okay--so I still vividly remember the energy. Ian said there's so much energy, so much ideas, and that it gets to a point where you start losing sanity, and that's the point I was at. I just had all this energy inside of me, my mind was going 200 miles a minute but with 3 different voices, my hands were trembling, and I couldn't do anything because the energy was too my mortal coil to handle 🤪.
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[September 15th 2022 — Thursday, 2:24 AM. ]
Currently fvcking tripping right now. I don’t think my mood stabilizers are doing the thing that they should be doing. Like I am out of my mind right now. I feel inSANE. Not bad-insane yet, but I know I’m going to have trouble sleeping. I….want to write and draw and watch Donbrothers but all this energy doesn’t want to do any of this. Like for some reason I want to go out running and screaming maybe, like I could jog five miles— but? This energy does not want to write or draw or watch sh*t or liveblog. It’s frustrating, but I can’t even be frustrated? Because my mood is just elevated lol. I feel fvcking crazy right now.
The Moodswings movie (part 1) for this album [DPR Ian’s] is…something I greatly relate to. I see myself in that video. That’s me. Dude, it’s like looking through a mirror. Damn, it just reminded me of how shaky I was like a month ago when my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing and I felt like I was spiraling out of control at work. Dude that sh*t was hard. Right now I feel good, but I know this high isn’t….normal lol. These last few days have been somewhat like this, but this is the most energized and elated I feel. To the point that I can’t even get upset. Like, yoINks.
[End of entry]
Bro I hit that euphoric mania and got lost in the sauce
And --warning ahead, the next entry I'm putting under this one was when I was deep into that euphoric mania. You can tell too cause my thoughts are all over the place.
[October 3rd, 2022]
Monday, 5:35 PM
Too Much, Too Much, All at Once, ah FvCK
Everything is glowing. Like all the light sources are especially bright and so it’s hard to focus on any one thing because all this light is shining at me and my eyes are going in and out of focus. Right now I can’t stare at the computer screen. I can’t focus on it, it’s like my eyes start seeing everything in this room at once, and it’s all so bright, and I can’t think when it’s like this. Tomorrow is trash pick up day, so I finally got the garbage out of my room and …now there is a lot more space— fvck. I feel like I’m trembling but it’s not my body—maybe just my eyes.
Man trying to gesture draw like this is going to be real sh*tty I can already tell.
Uh, I hope this entry is coherent, I don’t feel very coherent right now. Just zazzed.
I got a tab up, “Guide to Mental Health Acronyms,” because I want to finally know and remember what the fvckin acronym for “bipolar disorder” is. BitJazz borderline personality making everything all complicated. (Damn, mfer I am TRIPPING.)
[6:12 PM] WhOOPS—sorry, y’all. Got distracted texting J (and then this other acquaintance). Though all I’m inclined to text rn is just nonsense gibberish, occasionally in a nonsense rhyme scheme, and featuring a few thrown in completely-made-up words that just feel right. Man, on tumblr today — I was on the manic depression tag — I saw a post talking about grandeur delusions, but their delusions were “the belief that I could finally change for the better, start eating healthy everyday, working out everyday, cooking and cleaning everyday” and I was like—
Damn, holmes! I guess I was more fvcked outta my mind then I thought. (I remember, idk how many weekends ago, having that same exact thought process and feeling because DAMN was I capable in that moment—ah. )
[6:28 PM]
Sorry—was texting an acquaintance again. Wanted to share the above meme, and so I sent it once, and then a few texts later I sent it again. (Because it makes me laugh, LOL!!!!) Anyways, when I read tha— I need to get myself some more multivitamins lest I evaporate and die.
FVCK
[6:40 PM]
Damn I wish I could read. Right, right—that tab with the Mental Health Acronyms thing. Riiiiight. The Mental Health Acronyms tab ,,, the tab involving mental Health Acro—
(lol)
[8:28 PM]
I’ve done some gesture drawing. Decided to move the 30 second timer (since I’ve done 70 drawings with it) to 2 minutes. My mind is fireworks. AAhhHHHHLHH;hhHH. Just read a tumblr post that said, “Being manic is feeling stuck in a perpetual loop of vertigo” and yah. I’ll drink to that bro. (LOL).
I just found the perfect description. (Found, in my own thoughts, that is.) Right now, what I’m experiencing is like if I put on those red+blue 3-D glasses at the movie theater, except it's not red or blue, just light and so now I’m tripping tf outta my mind.
(Unrelated) But a solid description of how I’ve been with my money these last like 5 months, literally the equivalent of: “Wow! I spent $50 on buttons in a variety of colors because I saw them and thought, ‘aw those are such cute little fkin buttons! I can place them all over my house and every time I see one I’ll be filled with immense joy because they’re just so fkin cuteeeeeeeeeee.’ And then when the buttons arrive being like, “What the fvck???/ What tHE FVCK?????” But then buying $50 more like 2 weeks later.
Absolutely, 3 billion percent embarrassing behavior.
[End of entry excerpt ....it goes on for much longer LOL]
Anyways, I think these do a good job of showing what the mind of someone going through a manic episode is like--constantly switching thoughts, getting distracted, not all coherent, yada yada yada.
PPT Essay: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6]
PPT Essay Extras: (1), (2), (3), (4)
Visuals of a Depressive Episode: (1), (2)
Journal Entries: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
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okay . okay. hello, hope you're going well! please excuse me doing this instead of commenting on lost boys, but i wasn't logged in on my phone and i am.. very lazy sJKCBGFDJKS
. i didn't realise you could add a 'keep reading' to asks? but uh. man i hope this brings you some joy, at least skjgbcfds
okay . oookay . okay head in my fUCKING hadns
i just went and reread the entire series, because i . CANNOT get this off of my mind. and i have SO MANY MORE QUESTIONS . AUGHGKFDJ
who is the queen? what happened to her? why was the moon an egg? what was the moon? what the fuck is etho? WHERE DO THE ALIENS COMEF ROM .NHNGJKFDS this featured in my DREAM last night, okay . you're sending me INSANE
i'm genuinely so so obsessed with the way you do buildup. i mean.. man, i've read the whole thing, but on reread i kept having to put my phone down and make (quite frankly inhuman) noises because the way you structure this entire series is so, so insanely talented and well-done and . aUGHHHGDFKJGBS I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY EXCEPT THAT I'M GOING INSANE ,. yeah. y eah.
. you're honestly an artist dude, this is so so well-developed, the worldbuilding is an insanely unique idea (the QUINTESSENCE ??? DUDE . even if etho has become its god, just the very concept of a world without sapience?? one that doesn't have purpose, doesn't have /meaning/, and yet was so hungry for a creator that it dragged etho into it?)
(NOT TO MENTION THE CHOKEHOLD THAT YOUR MAGIC SYSTEM HAS ON ME. tunguskite being the origin of magic (or not really magic at all), and then incorporating it into the blood of 'mages' to allow them to perform '''impossible''' tasks… man . m a n) (i'd also like to mention the etho/other etho dichotomy, and then the realization that it was always him after all? . gOD)
i can't stop thinking about how etho described demons as 'beings that can do magic without blood,' followed by pearl describing the reds as demons?. like ,, okay it might be coincidence. it might be accidental phrasing, or just a throwaway line, but i. i DON'T KNOW ANYMORE . GHH
. aughgHGHHHH I AM NOT A PATIENT PERSON THIS FIC IS DOING THISNGS TO ME . <- dramatic, please excuse me sKCJGBFDS
..anyway uh! i'm so sorry it's like three in the morning and i can't make this any more legible but i, uh. i hope you don't mind. this entire serious is absolutely wonderful, and i'd just like to thank you for the honour of being able to share in such wonderful writing and worldbuilding :)
-@crimson-roots (since i can't send asks from my sideblog, whoops :"D) . uhh! yeah! sorry again for rambling in your askbox, and i hope you have a good night!
🥰🥹😊❤️❤️
...No wait that's not Enough. Hang on.
There we go, that's a pretty good representation of my emotions rn.
So it turns out you can't actually put a readmore in an ask, but I'm gonna put one before my answer because otherwise oh boy this post is gonna get long.
So many questions!! A lot of them will get answered in the text ("what happened to the queen?" well I'm glad you asked—) but as for the ones that probably won't (or, if they do come up, won't be super plot-relevant or that important so I can answer):
The Egg is basically where the aliens are "born"; it's near a black hole, it's got some natural tunguskite reserves, and it's basically hollow save for the pulsing mass of the hivemind. It's also, y'know. A moon. It's orbiting some sort of planet somewhere. (Probably actually the planet the Hermethius was returning from, now that I think about it.)
"What the fuck is Etho?" I'll do you one better: why the fuck is Etho? (Okay, but actually: Etho was a mortal mage, and is now an immortal... something. He's not quite a god on the same level that Bdubs is, but he's more than just a regular [redacted] like [redacted] or [redacted].)
The demons thing: Etho is a person who attempts to explain magic with science, and Pearl is a person who attempts to explain science with magic. Generally, Etho's definition of "demon" (person who can do magic without blood) and most mages' definitions of "demon" (in this case, as a synonym for the Reds) don't overlap, except for when they do (for example, in the case of New Tenacity, [redacted], or [redacted]). Fun fact: False generally uses Pearl's definition of "demon" to refer to the aliens (or any other sort of person-who-isn't-a-person, like Hels) rather than Etho's, since her whole thing is being a "demon hunter." If she were using Etho's definition, that would technically make her a demon herself. (Essentially: "demon" is a catch-all word magical people use for "thing/being I don't understand." It has a lot of uses and now that I think about it that's probably kind of confusing, oops.)
And then to address some of the other comments:
I have genuinely had so much fun setting up all the dominoes in this story and I am just as excited to watch them fall as you all are. Honestly, the set-up I've done for LLAU is some of my favourite technical writing of mine ever, in the sense of narrative construction and structure. This was also a pretty good time for a reread, because in a few chapters we're going to get to a scene in which a LOT of this stuff's gonna pay off. (I don't know how many chapters because every time we get close I have to revise my mental outline and add another chapter for pacing purposes but we're So Close we're closer than we've ever been I've been excited about this plot point for FOREVER.)
Honestly, I think a lot of the coolness of the worldbuilding and story construction here comes from the original source material, i.e. the Lifeline games. The Lifeline series consists of like 8(?) games, all of differing genres and with mostly different casts, and over the course of the games more and more of its central worldbuilding is revealed and builds up into the metaplot, which is of course the aliens' attempt to take over the Earth. However, Lifeline got discontinued before it could conclude, and many of its mysteries will remain mysteries (even the one game that came out post-discontinuation, Beside You In Time, doesn't seem to answer any of the questions from what little I've played of it). Because of this, it meant I got to take the pieces I'd been given, throw out what I didn't like, add in new things that I did, and tie it all together to make sense. (There's definitely some Early Installment Weirdness in the series because of this, because I started writing this AU on a whim and it took me a While to nail down the specifics of the magic system, how the aliens work, etc.)
For an example of this: "magic is a lie" is a line that reoccurs throughout the games and is Never explained. It's vaguely implied that magic actually has something to do with tunguskite, so my solution to this is that the energy tunguskite emits is what mages call "magic." So mages have tunguskite in their blood. It's like microplastics! But probably significantly more cool.
And then there's the way it incorporates the Hermitcraft lore and characters—Bdubs' whole thing was my attempt to fuse together two different characters from the original games, because Bdubs Had to be both Captain Aya and Clepsydra, and how could I explain him both being in space and an ancient time monk at the same time? And The Bdubs Thing is one of my favourite parts of this AU because the way those two things came together is just so delightfully weird. Constructing this story and its world has honestly been such a blast, I don't think I've ever enjoyed the experience of writing a fic this much.
(When the story is done I might potentially write a post explaining how I took the Lifeline game lore and changed it to work for this fic, because right now some of that stuff is spoilers but I think it's a very fun topic and would love to do a deeper dive into it.)
Anyway, enough of me rambling, thank you so much for this ask!!! It honestly made my day lol. (Also this fic is very much a passion project and definitely the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written so I'm always delighted whenever I get the chance to ramble about it and my writing process.) I should probably go get working on the next chapter instead of procrastinating by answering this ask. (In my defence, Grian and Joe are causing me anguish. Send help.)
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13, 19, 26 and 42!
Oooh omg okay I love these questions we're getting into process and organization this is fantastic thank you
13. Where or from whom did you learn how to gif?
When I first started, I think I had found some tutorial somewhere that I was using and I wasn't having a great time of it lol. But then @itstruthtime linked me to this tutorial and it pretty much changed my life tbh. 20/10, would recommend to anyone who wants to learn to gif. Of course there are lots of other little tutorials and various tips and tricks I've picked up along the way, but as for the basics, it's that tutorial. And also just like, I would like to make a point to shout out Cim in general who has been very patient and helpful and encouraging as I've been learning things, and is always happy to kindly let me know when I have been doing things I didn't even realize were wrong, like always posting my gifsets as text posts instead of image posts lmao.
19. What is your giffing process like?
Well, it's basically like the tutorial I linked in the last question. I plan out my concept, including scenes and any text that will need to go with each gif, and I usually just write that down in a notepad file that I don't even save. Then I check to see if I have screencaps of the scenes I want to use - sometimes I'll end up finding a different scene to use that way as well, but if I don't already have the scene I want screencapped and I don't find an alternative, then that's my next step (screencapping my beloathed). Then it's loading all the frames in and converting them to a smart object with the gif action I have. And then the fun begins!
Usually I start with a curves layer and maybe levels just to get the brightness right, and then I start playing around with hue/saturation and selective colour to adjust the colouring. About a month ago I realized that you can actually adjust the hue/saturation of individual colours rather than the whole image at once so uh... thanks for Cim for helping me come to that realization lmao. The option was literally right there I just didn't look so WHOOPS. Once I have the colouring right I move on to any typography that needs to be added, which is basically just a process of cycling through a million fonts until I find one or two that feel right, picking colours and setting styles, switching it screen or vivid light or exclusion or whatever else makes it look the best. I do all of that on just one gif, and then I usually drag those layers over to the other gifs as a base and just tweak them until everything looks like it goes together well.
Then I export them all to gifs and load them into a post draft, and this is the point where I usually realize that I forgot to set them to loop so they just play once or stop, or I didn't adjust the end of the timeline so it just goes white and the typography is there without an image behind it for a moment lol. So then I go back and fix that and save the gifset as a draft. I take a look at the post there to see how it looks all together, and I also look at it on my phone (I've realized that some of my gifsets are probably too saturated because for some reason everything looks so much less saturated on my laptop than on my phone, so this is an important step). And then it's just a matter of tweaking things until it looks good in both places!
26. How many un-posted sets are in your drafts right now?
I've answered this already, and the answer remains: none. I'm too impatient for that lol. If I had anything in my drafts, you would know because I would be making posts complaining about it (see: 1, 2, 3, 4)
42. How is your gif folder organized? Is it organized at all?
Yes it's very organized!!
Okay so first in my main gif folder I have a folder for everything I've posted, a folder for templates and just other useful things to come back to, a folder my things I make for my own blog (basically just my header I guess lol), and a folder for things I make for the KurtbastianArchive blog. And then any other folders are just for gifsets that I am working on at the moment. You can see in this screenshot that I'm planning an alignment gifset (like an alignment chart of Glee characters) and a Kurtbastian gifset with Mr. Brightside lyrics... I have not touched either in a long time lmao so they won't be happening anytime soon.
And then within the posted folder, I have a folder dedicated to each gifset I've ever posted. I have sort of standard naming conventions, where I generally start with the character or ship it's about, and will also include if it's for a specific event or a specific person usually, and then some other detail to describe it (which, as you can see, is usually a song name lol).
And then inside each of those folders, I have the PSD and the GIF file for each gif in the set :)
I also have a really organized file structure set up for my screencaps! Each episode gets it's own folder, and then within the folder there are subfolders for specific scenes. That way once I screencap a scene, I don't have to do it again, I can just come back and reuse the same screencaps. I usually try to screencap a whole scene at a time rather than just the specific moment that I plan to use for exactly that reason.
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Wanted to make a 'what I've been up to' post, both cuz I forget to post So Much and I want people to Look and also because its really good to look back on my very slow but continuous progress.
This is where I would say 'I'm most active on my Discord' but I've also forgotten to post there too, whoops-
Here it is anyway:
Its still the best way to look at my stuff. Its got conlangs, worldbuilding, eventually website progress, creatures, general WIPs of stuff, my musing and ideas, and a taster of my comic.
So, what have I been up to.
Well I recently reformatted my conlang's dictionary in such a way that makes it much, much, much easier to make dialects. So now there's 4 of them I'm working on, with at least one I need to add, and several fringe cases I could do too where there logically should be mixes of languages. As part of this I'm slowly reviewing every word for how its meaning shifts, whether or not it works (initially the word for green came from the word for grass- in a place where the primary speakers grass is blue. Lots of little things you don't think about) and how to flesh it out. It's real promising, and I feel like a big roadblock on the language has been lifted off of me, now I don't just have to stick with the one universal language that cant account for each different cultures unique outlook. Grammar is still nonexistent, but again, more room to experiment!
I have, hopefully for the final time, redesigned the world, and am making a complete map, complete with globe. I'm doing it very detailed, and its going slow, but it looks amazing. Its going to have elevation on land and sea, language regions, creature ranges, climates, temperature, roads, flight paths, so much I can do with it. Some of these I will do via the website though, with a handy dandy plugin that lets you make interactive images.
Speaking of, the plugin for webcomics finally works! Woo! Nowhere near putting anything up, but I would like to trial sooome kind of thing there. Its... kind of ugly and theres not a lot of customisability for it, but infinitely less painful than making it manually and infinitely less precarious than hosting on a webcomic site, which I dont like anyway (I wanna make my own siiiite)
Website in general, I said I wanted to focus on it before potential college, but well as usual I bounce around from thing to thing as my brain gets ideas. Its hard to write when your brain has motivation to revamp a 1000 row long google sheet, something that doesnt really happen often and should be taken advantage of. At the very least... new project logo? Maybe? The old one, while cool, is hard to read and not very relevamt symbolically. This feels much more focused on the Creatures and well, being able to be read.
Creature wise to follow on, haven't done much lately, aside from that model. Dragon model i've steered away from to making a simpler dragon first, which is going well.
Now, the comic. Hrm. Not going great. Last year I unintentionally intentionally took a break from it, because it was my last year of school. It's been... hard to get back into it. Technically I've improved it plenty mentally in the meantime but actually Getting it done, very hard. Checking off days does help, but I inevitably get energy for other things and it feels a waste to not use said energy, then I get rusty and forget to check off stuff and suddenly its been a month since I worked on it. Its technically the primary, core thing to all my work and yet I treat it so poorly, sob sob. Slow and steady at least, I have no intention of stopping it, even if my will to make it does wane every so often.
So yeah. Thanks for reading or something. I'm sure someday I'll get into a habit of posting. I want my Stuff to be Seen :]
Also, since its on now, if anyone wants, heres my artfight! Probably gonna stick to doing colored sketches at most, and who knows how much I'll do, but I'll try my best~
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✨The Date ✨
Roommate!Bucky X F!Reader
Fluffy fluff
WC: 2,465 (whoops!)
Summary: First date with Bucky is special.
A/N: Dropped a lot of F bombs 😅
Also look at me doing moodboards 🥲😭
So excited for this little piece, it took me a long time to write. Also coming soon the follow up piece Valentine's Day Fail should be posted sometime this week, I'm still editing that one.
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After Bucky's birthday you two didn't get to hang out as much. Bucky had to leave in the morning to meet with Sam, but not before waking you up to tell you he'd be gone.
"Sweets, wake up." He gently stroked your shoulders.
You stirred and hugged him tighter, "No. I wanna stay here. With you. Forever." You were still very sleepy and clearly had no filter, your mouth was spilling out words you normally would keep to yourself.
"Me too, but unfortunately I have to go. I'm sorry, Sweets."
That woke you up. You gave him your best attempt at puppy eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Sam texted. He needs my help." He sees doubt across your face so he assures you, "I'll be back in like two days, which is perfect because it'll give me time to plan for our date. How's Friday for you?"
"Friday works for me."
"Great. Thanks for yesterday, Sweets. It was perfect." He kisses your forehead and gets out of bed.
To keep yourself busy, and not worrying about Bucky, you decided to go shopping. You went to a vintage shop hoping to find a cute dress for the date. It was Bucky's first date in the modern world and you wanted to make it special. You didn't think you'd find a dress but you did. It was a beautiful fit and flare navy blue dress, with cute elbow length sleeves and a demure cleavage. It was perfect.
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It's finally Friday!
There's this nervous energy surrounding you from the moment you wake up in the morning. For once, it's not anxiety, just good old nerves, like the ones you used to get on the first day of school. You are elated.
You weren't expecting Bucky to ask you on a date, on his birthday no less, but it was an opportunity you couldn't pass up.
The truth is you’ve been crushing on your roommate for a long time. How could you not? He is not only gorgeous but he’s a bit of a dork, and so smart and brave, and very perceptive.
You still remember when you received an email from him enquiring about your needing a roommate ad. You couldn’t believe it then, and now you can’t believe that after almost a year of sharing an apartment you’re going out on a date with Bucky Barnes.
Oh the nerves!!
So you spend all Friday afternoon getting ready for the date. You even go to the salon to get your hair done, as well as your makeup, because everything needs to be perfect.
Bucky asked you to be ready by 6 pm.
At 5:55pm Bucky knocks on your bedroom door. You finish setting the barette on your hair. Good.
You open the door and there in a navy blue suit, stands a clean shaven Bucky with his hair slicked back, holding out a bouquet of flowers. You take a good look at him and realize that you haven't seen him since breakfast this morning. His ever changing blue eyes trail up and down your body.
"Wow.” Bucky audibly gasps, “Y/N, you look gorgeous."
You feel your cheeks overheat, he rarely calls you by your name anymore. He actually stopped calling you by your name after three months of living together. So it’s nice to hear him say it again. “Thank you. You look incredible."
Something about the uncoordinated matching outfits touches your heart, like it’s a sign from the universe. Bucky and you, It’s meant to be.
"Shall we?"
You nod and grab your clutch and go with him.
He has a car waiting in front of the building. A chubby angry looking man named Happy drives you and Bucky to some mystery destination he didn't disclose. For a guy who hasn’t been on a date in decades he sure is pulling all the stops for you.
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Bucky stares a lot, it's a thing he's aware he does, Sam doesn't let him forget it. But tonight he couldn't keep his eyes off of you even if he tried. You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress, a silhouette he recognizes is very old school, maybe even from the 40s. He stares at you like he can't believe any of this is real. Bucky grabs your hand and plays with your fingers as you two catch up on the past few days. You're so engrossed in the conversation that you don't even notice that you've been driving for almost an hour and are no longer in the city.
You're about to ask what it is that you're gonna be doing tonight when the car comes to a stop.
"Here we are, Sergeant Barnes." Happy announces.
Bucky gets out of the car and goes around to get your door.
The Avengers’ compound?
Bucky takes your hand and escorts you to the elevator. Soon you're on a rooftop terrace decorated with twinkling lights, a couple of heat lamps surround the table where you assume you'll be having dinner. You also spot a blanket, some pillows and a telescope. "Wow, when you said you'd plan our date you really meant it." You comment as he takes the bouquet of flowers from your hands and places it in a crystal clear vase.
Bucky pulls out the chair for you like a gentleman. Happy brings out the first course, and for a man named Happy he looks anything but. You eat the soup, a while later Happy arrives with the second course and a bottle of red wine that pairs really nicely with the lamb chops and plum sauce. The food reminds you a lot of the food from the Hunger Games books. Bucky winks at you when he sees that you noticed his attention to detail.
“This has been amazing. I can’t remember when I just had a nice dinner with a gentleman.”
You two have been living together for just under a year now and Bucky realizes that he’s never seen you go out on a date. He’s curious as to why. He hasn’t dated in a long time, but that’s a matter of circumstance. And now he’s been a while in the real world, with the amount of emotional baggage he carries, he figured nobody would want to deal with that. But he wonders about you, it’s not a subject you two ever talked about.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how are you even single?”
You chuckle nervously, “Well my last relationship ended about five years ago. I dated a bit after that but I honestly couldn’t find the right partner. Dates became monotone and transactional, I just wanted to find someone to share things with, and the guys I dated just wanted to have fun. I haven’t been on a date since…wow, a year. Huh.”
“I’m sure your affinity to throw knives at people’s heads had no impact whatsoever on finding the right partner.” Bucky chuckles and so do you. “I moved in almost a year ago.” He quips as he eyes you over the rim of his wine glass. “But I get it, it’s hard to trust people.” He reaches over the table and grabs your hand.
You smile at your entwined fingers. It feels really nice to hear that he trusts you, because you know how hard that must be for him. Bucky pulls your hand closer and kisses your knuckles. “Do you have room for dessert?”
You feel yourself float, a bit intoxicated and it’s not from the wine. It’s the way Bucky’s eyes bore into you, like he sees into your soul. You can’t find your voice so you just nod your head.
Happy brings out a rich looking chocolate cake. You can’t stop yourself, “Dauntless cake!!”
Bucky looks confused but amused.
You shake your head and explain. “It’s a reference to another book series. I’ll have to lend you those books too. They’re very similar to the Hunger Games, dystopian world, teenage female heroine—oddly enough throwing knives are also involved.”
“Of course there would be.”
You and Bucky share the cake then he invites you to dance to some soft jazz. At one point Bucky saw you shiver, despite the heat lamps, it was quite late and the spring night was chilly. So Bucky gave you his suit jacket, revealing the sexy as fuck suspenders he was wearing. You continued swaying softly in his arms, your arms coming around his neck softly caressing the back of his head rumpling his hair.
“I’m really glad you asked me out.” You mumble into his chest.
Bucky lifts his lips from where they’ve been resting on your forehead, and as you lift your gaze up he drops his forehead to yours. Your noses bump softly. “I had to take another shot, a more direct one. I crashed and burned the first time around.”
Your eyes widen and you pull back a bit, “What do you mean the first time?”
Bucky blushes and gazes down to his shoes, nervous to admit this to you. “Remember the chocolates?”
“Valentine’s day?! Ohh. Bucky!"
"Yeah, well you were too excited to even read the message on the chocolates…so.” Bucky chuckles and pulls you back into his arms, his forehead resting once again on yours. “Then you went all out for my birthday, when we were cuddling in bed…I-I knew I had to try again. Besides, if I’d waited any longer it would’ve been Sam asking you out for me, I was not having that.”
"How the fuck did I miss that? Wait, how long have I been clueless about this?”
“Since the day with the throwing knives.”
“Bucky!! That was literally months ago!”
Bucky looks sheepishly. “I haven’t been able to look at you just as a friend— or even a roommate, since the day I came home and you were throwing knives, it gave me emotional whiplash. I had to book an extra half hour to my usual session with Dr. Raynor, just to process that. Don’t even get me started on when I first brought up the subject of dating.”
“You talk about me with your shrink?” You don’t dare let your eyes meet his.
“Well, yeah. You’re one of the most important people in my life. If not the most.” He adds beat later, as he bumps his nose with yours.
You feel yourself fall just a bit more for him. It’s like you’re standing on the ledge and every time you open up more and he opens himself up to you, you get closer and closer to the ledge. At any moment you could fall but you know he’d be right there to catch you.
You smile up at him and squeeze his chin. “So you were saying, how I ‘seduced’ you with my throwing knives skills.”
“Right,” he chuckles and grabs your hands to twirl you around and pull you right back into his chest.
Chests pressed together you continue to dance to some of his favorite 40s music, some other soft jazzy more modern songs. Bucky’s heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, even in your heels you barely reach his shoulder. You keep one hand holding his own in his chest, the other around his back while his other hand lays on the small of your back. You close your eyes with an overwhelming feeling of safety and happiness just from being in his arms.
Bucky adjusts your stance, he presses his cheek next to yours, keeping your chests pressed together. You wind your arms around his shoulders and take the opportunity to caress his cheeks, neck and hair, while his arms circle your waist. “This is how we danced back then.” He whispers in your ear. His deep voice practically melts you.
You nuzzle his cheek and sigh deeply, your breath ghosting over his ear. The only thing keeping you grounded are his arms around you, otherwise you’d float away.
Oh god.
This is so intimate!
Apart from being the strangest first date—because he is your roommate after all— you’ve ever been on, it’s actually the best date you’ve ever been on point blank. Maybe it’s because you’ve become such good friends, and maybe because you live together, but there’s no wall up between you.
You realize you’ve never put up a wall with him. You just let him in, let him see you like you’ve never let anyone see you before. From the moment he showed up into your life you just trusted him blindly.
You are a goner for this man.
This relationship, or whatever this is you’re starting up, has to work because there’s no way you’re letting him go. You hope he doesn’t lose interest in you any time soon— or ever.
You press your lips to his cheek and feel him smile, his cheeks tighten beneath your lips and his hands squeeze your hips.
When did those get there?
He calls your name, “Y/N.” Bucky brings his hands up to gently cup your cheeks.
His eyes are so blue like clear blue skies, they fucking sparkle. You feel your stomach fluttering in response.
This is it!!
You grab a hold of his suspenders and tilt your head up to meet his lips.
When he kisses you your mind goes blank, you’re pretty sure you stopped breathing too. Your skin feels like it’s on fire. Your heart beats so fast you're sure Bucky can hear it.
You could never tell that he hasn't been on a date in so long, with the way he holds you and kisses you, it is absolut perfection.
The way his lips press against yours. The way he nips at your lips, the way he sucks on your bottom lip—and his tongue! It’s so slow and sensual when his tongue slips into your mouth and wraps around yours, you can’t stop the moan from coming out. “James!”
He pecks your lips one more time before pulling away.
Then you come down back to earth and the reality is you’re standing still in the middle of the rooftop terrace at the Avengers compound. You feel so lightweight that if it weren’t for Bucky’s strong arms around you, you’d float away. When you open your eyes you just see Bucky and the stars around you, and for a second it feels like you’re floating in space. No gravity. Just Bucky and you and the stars.
“Aww, that's sweet." Sam’s voice breaks your bubble.
"Wilson, I swear to God!" Bucky warns and swats a hand to knock down Redwing.
You turn around so quickly in Bucky’s arms he barely registers what’s going on. You rip out what he thought was an ornate hair pin but really was a throwing knife and struck down Redwing.
Bucky doesn’t know whether to laugh or kiss you again.
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One-shot. Erik discovers his teenager is dating and older man.
Sixteen
"Uniqua," Erik yelled from the kitchen.
He was peeling boiled potatoes, getting them ready to mash as mac and cheese baked in the oven over pan-seared steaks next to potatoes. The greens were already boiling with a hambone. The fried chicken was done. The tea was made and the sweet potatoe pie was on the counter for dessert. He listened for the footsteps of his little helper, but they didn't come.
Erik sighed. Uniqua knew he was cooking for Christmas. It had been their tradition since her mother ran away. Eight years later, they still liked to cook and spend time together as a family, just the two of them on special holidays. She'd already missed her favorite parts, putting the cheese in the macaroni and sweetening the tea. She was about to miss the potato salad.
Dropping the hot potato back into the bowl in the sink, Erik walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Uniqua," he called up the staircase. Her room was over the kitchen, he knew that she could hear. He was starting to get irritated. Even if she didn't want to come down, she could at least answer.
Thudding up the stairs, he gently knocked on her door, the 'KEEP OUT' road sign swaying from the movement. He didn't hear her moving inside and her music wasn't on, so why couldn't she hear him? Was she asleep? Was she feeling okay? Concerned, he opened the door and his heart sank.
There in the John Brown nude was his only child dancing in front of her iphone's camera. Erik was frozen. In the second before he lunged at the camera, he saw what looked like a grown man on her screen. He had full facial hair and was definitely out of high school. Late twenties at least.
"DAD!" Uniqua shrieked snatching her blanket from the bed to wrap her naked body in as she dropped down to the floor. Her air pod fell from her ear onto her pink rug.
The call ended and Erik was left with his daughter's unlocked phone. Until now, he never felt a need to go through it. He opened her gallery and was mortified. She had nudes that she'd undoubtedly been sending. There were some saved images of a man too. They were all the same man, he could tell. The dick pics were all of the same dick.
Uniqua looked terrified. Her face was ghastly and rightfully so. He wanted to whoop her ass until the white meat showed. She KNEW better than to do something like this.
"WHO IS THIS THIS GROWN ASS NIGGA ON YOUR PHONE!!!?... HUH?!!!"
He held the dick pick in her face before grabbing it back to flip through the images again. He found a face in a mirror's reflection. It was that nigga she was facetiming.
"WHO THE FUCK YOU FACETIMING?"
Uniqua's eyes were huge as if she may have a heart attack.
"YOU BETTER START TALKING QUICK, I SWEAR FO' GOD..."
"H-he's m-my boyfriend," she whispered with uncertainty, clutching the blanket around herself.
"YOUR WHAT?!" Erik's eyes got huge. She had to be out of her rabbit ass mind. His head was beginning to hurt.
"Oh hell nah," he mumbled pulling up her text messages. She'd been texting a number saved as 'Daddy😜' but it wasn't him. Hell nah it wasn't him. He wanted to vomit as he scrolled through their conversation. This was a grown ass man talking to his sixteen year old daughter. She was sending him images and videos of her body like she was grown.
"OH! So you think you grown now," he nodded, fuming inside.
"N-no," she whispered.
"DON'T BE EMBARRASSED NOW, FAST ASS. YOU THINK YOU GROWN."
He dialed the number and waited on the man to pick up, but he didn't. Erik heard his voicemail, but his name wasn't recorded.
"What's his name? Where he live? What you know about this nigga? I wanna know everything you fucking know. Matter fact, I'm reading all these texts and you can get dressed and sit ya ass right there because you ain't leaving the fuckin house until you 18. KEEP FUCKIN UP. YOU SIXTEEN! YOU CAN'T EVEN KEEP YOUR FUCKIN ROOM CLEAN!"
She sat closed in on herself, afraid to move as she cried, silently hiccuping. Erik was furious. She KNEW better.
"Get the fuck outta my sight," his lip twitched. He watched as she stood with her blanket and snatched her clothes from the floor, scrambling from the room. Standing, he watched to make sure she went into the hall bathroom.
"What the fuck," he groaned holding his head. Uniqua had never given him problems of this nature. This was illegal and her so-called boyfriend was a pedophile.
As Erik read through all of the messages, his heart beat faster. He felt fear, actual fear. He saw that the conversation went back to February. How had he missed it? How had she hidden him that long? Was he a bad parent for not noticing? He felt like a horrible parent, like somehow he'd failed. What else had he missed? What if he hadn't walked in. He'd have never known and his only daughter could've gone missing. His pride and joy, she could've been trafficked or dead somewhere. He exited from the messages and his foot tapped the floor anxiously. He could hear his daughter out in the hall as the bathroom door creaked.
"UNIQUA SHANICE STEVENS," he shouted. "GET YA ASS BACK IN HERE."
She shuffled down the hall and back into the room with her head down in shame, not knowing what else to say or do as her father stared, his expression stern.
"Dad, I'm sorry," she whined, fresh tears in her eyes. It looked like she genuinely meant it.
"Did you meet up with him," Erik asked.
"No!" She leaned forward with strong conviction. "I was going to but I didn't. "
"So you didn't have sex with him."
"I swear I did not!" Her hand raised in a solemn vow as her tears continued. She sniffled. Erik wasn't sure whether to believe her, but she'd NEVER done anything like this before.
Erik frowned, trying to read her. This only made her cry more.
"I-I d-don't.. want you.. to be m-mad.. at me," she sniffled, her eyes now red. "I d-don't want.. want y-you to," she sniffed, "to be disappointed!"
"Tell me EVERYTHING you know about this guy," Erik stressed again.
His daughter began to break down, coming clean about everything that had been hidden. Erik thought his head would spin. He sat and listened as she spoke, saving his comments. He wanted her to continue with the honesty even if he hated what was coming out.
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Erik waited outside of the apartment building where his daughter had directed him. She was currently on lockdown at the house with no phone, laptop, or mp3. The wifi password had been changed and he made it very clear that if she left the house, he would definitely beat her ass and then she'd never see her phone, mp3, laptop, or room door again. He wasn't one to bluff and she knew that.
Erik's eyes followed the tall, skinny brown skinned male from the building to the lot. Before he could get to his car, Erik hopped out of his black truck approaching the man.
"Aye nigga.." Erik swung as soon as the man turned around, hitting him square in the nose before gripping his collar to hit him again in the same spot.
The man grabbed at his face, gingerly touching his bloody nose. It was definitely broken.
"FUUH-SHIT!!" The man howled in pained surprise. He didn't know who Erik was.
Erik held up his daughter's school picture. She had a blown out ponytail and sat smiling angelically, blue and pink braces on display, with an electric blue and white hoodie which said 'Billie Eilish', large silver hoops, glittery lipgloss, and her hands crossed over each other. It was obvious that she was young.
"She's sixteen," Erik emphasized. "She's my CHILD and she's SIXTEEN. LOOK AT THE PICTURE."
He pushed it in the guy's face, looking out the corner of his eye at the couple of onlookers, an older black couple.
"He's a grown ass man talking to my teenage daughter," Erik explained showing them the picture. Their judgmental gazes turned to the man who held his hands up as if innocent.
"Whoa! Wait now.. Nah, she told me she was 19!" His head shook as he tried to defend himself.
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT SHE TOLD YOU, HER FUCKIN FACEBOOK, INSTAGRAM, TIKTOK ALL SAY UNIKKY03 OR HAVE HER AGE POSTED."
Before the man could lie again, Erik pulled up the screenshot he took on his daughter's phone.
Daddy😜: I'm 31 is that okay with you?
Uniqua: that's fine I look 19 anyway 😜👌
Daddy😜: You're very mature for a teen 😚
The man looked at the message as if it were brand new and he'd never seen it before.
"OH HELL NO," a loud voice came from the left. A young man early 20s drinking a Red Bull with his phone in his other hand. "HE'S A KIDDIE DIDDLER?!?!"
Erik held up the picture of his daughter as the guy came nearer, squinting at the photo.
Without warning, Red Bull lunged ahead jumping on the man in question as Erik stood shocked.
Red Bull beat the breaks off the nigga, spitting on him before stumbling back.
"All yours cuz," he mumbled.
Erik didn't hesitate. He couldn't forgive any man who would prey on his one and only child. A man who would do it once would do it again, only next time it would be someone else's child.
He kicked the man in the ribs six times before he came to himself. Stepping back, he glanced at the couple. The woman waved him on.
"Beat his ass!"
"I'm a grandfather. You do what you gotta do for your family," her husband shrugged watching on. The neighborhood was out today.
Erik circled the man on the ground. He started to pull his gun and in his mind.. he saw himself pulling the trigger. However, he took a step back. He was a father who needed to be there for his daughter. Especially now more than ever. She was more important. She was his first priority.
Still, Erik needed to make a point.
Snatching his gun from the concealed holster on his waist, he racked it fast and put it to the man's head as he laid busted up on the concrete. No one made a move to stop him, walking around him instead.
"If you so much as breathe in my child or ANY child's direction.. I'll kill you AND your entire family. Do you FUCKIN hear me."
Erik leaned down further as the man groaned in agony.
"I SAID DO YOU FUCKIN HEAR ME."
"YES, YES, I hear you," the man winced as Erik stood, staring down at him before stepping over him and heading back to his car.
He nodded to the couple and Red Bull before pulling off.
"Alright," Red Bull nodded back. The couple waved as Erik drove away.
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"I'm sorry," Uniqua whined when Erik walked in the door. She was sitting in the living room, watching Christmas movies and waiting. When he entered, she stood walking toward him slowly, the way she always did when something was heavy on her mind. She walked up until she collided with him, tucking her head into his chest and he sighed. He couldn't stay mad at his own child. She was only a kid afterall.
He swallowed her up in an embrace and walked her back to the kitchen. There was a pan of cornbread sitting on the counter.
"Ah, you made cornbread," he smiled.
She beamed, her eyes still red. He could tell she'd been crying the entire time. His heart broke, but at the same time he knew he had to be tough for her own safety.
"You understand why I got so angry, don't you? I just want you to be safe. Grown men, especially men that age don't need to be messing with little girls your age. They only to that because they're predators and grown women don't put up with that shit. Promise me you'll never talk to anyone like that without telling me."
"I promise!" She looked like she might cry again.
"Aight," he said letting it go. "Come here." He raised his arms beckoning her to collect her hug.
She came quickly, hugging her father tightly as he sighed.
"Stick to boys your own age, just let me meet em first," he said putting a heavy hand atop her head.
"I promise... No one over 19," she said.
"Sixteen," Erik corrected.
"Oh! That's what I meant," she nodded quickly getting the message. "Sixteen."
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