#BUT the face (outside of colors) is the least of your worries in design.

[storm-of-feathers]

only slightly related but what truly bugs me about the "same face syndrome" argument that keeps coming up is that good character design does not rely on the face.

#i mean #you know the rules and so do i #<- :) #but! #silhouettes. cohesive colors. visual appeal #ofc. you dont have to do any of those things #if you wanna draw the same apple 500 times you GO for it #BUT the face (outside of colors) is the least of your worries in design.

[jpitha]

Don’t worry, I know someone.

Gev, Palitan, and Vivian stood in front of the door. It was at least three meters tall, 2 wide, and made of metal. It was inscribed with words in at least 4 different languages.

It was unfortunate that nobody knew any of them.

“Well, It’s clearly a warning.” Gev gestured towards the text. His furry, clawed hand tapping the lowest text, which was at their eye level. “Whoever made this would not have done it in so many languages if it wasn’t something important to be read by everyone who came by. I’m sure whatever is behind this door is dangerous.”

“No, it’s clearly a proclamation. Something some ancient Ruler wanted to be known far and wide. Information that was important to their peoples. They might have ruled a large swath of land, home to many peoples who spoke many languages. It’s designed for intelligibility. That’s why it’s in so many languages.” Palitan’s upper tentacles stroked the sunken carved letters while Vivian made a face. Her archeological training was screaming in her head at them touching this clearly ancient thing.

Gev’s laquered claws slid in and out of their sheaths. “It’s unfortunately really that we’ll never know what it says. We could learn so much about these people.”

Vivian looked up from her notes. “Why wouldn’t we know what it says?”

Gev laughed his barking cough of a laugh. “The people who wrote this are millennia passed. There hasn’t been anyone who has spoken this language in at least one thousand solar cycles. Viv, you humans need to understand that sometimes there are just things in the universe we’ll never learn.”

Vivian scoffed. “Well, then if you think you’ll never learn this, you won’t mind if I give it a try. You can continue your survey.” She began unpacking a portable sensorium from its carrying case.

Palitan’s chromatophores swirled and flashed confusion. “Vivian, you’re not a linguist, you’re an archeologist. How can you learn an ancient language?”

”I’m not a linguist, but I know some. Don’t you network Palitan? Don’t you make friends outside of your discipline?” Vivian didn’t look up from the case as she clipped together a framework and started attaching recording devices at regular intervals.

Palitan’s swirling colors stopped, and they settled on the cool blue of curiosity. “I mean, I do but… I have a feeling humans do it differently.”

Vivian chuckled. “I doubt it Palitan. Humans are just human. We’re not some kind of strange and special people.”

Gev’s fur rippled. “Now you’re being modest. I’ve seen your homeworld, and its gigantic moon. Another planetary body that large that close? It must have done something to your development.”

That was enough to make Vivian look up from her work. “Gev, you’re telling me that moon power makes humans unique? Do you hear what you’re saying? Can you hear how that sounds?”

Gev’s small ears - looking oddly like teddy bear ears - waggled. He was being deliberately silly.

After about a tenth of a cycle of work Vivian had the sensorium completely set up. The framework was positioned around the door and the projectors and emitters were in place. She signaled to their ship in orbit, and it dialed a connection that she provided in the ansible. As Gev and Palitan watched, there was a short tone, and the holoprojectors resolved the image of someone. It was a Gren, tall and imposing with their reverse articulated legs and many sets of eyes. It turned and looked around and seeing Vivian their mouthparts opened wide in their version of a grin. “Vivian! You old battlestar! How have you been?”

Smiling, Vivian put her hands on her hips and faced the Gren directly. The sensorium sensed her reaction and focused on her. “I’m doing well Tami’tarr. I’m pleased to see you’re still taking my calls.”

“How could I not, Vivian? Your calls always show me something… interesting. What do you need today?” They gestured towards the door. “Something to do with this I presume?”

Vivian nodded and walked over to the projection. Standing next to them, Gev and Palitan marveled at how it looked like the Gren was here next to them. They knew about the sensorium of course. Ever since the humans came onto the scene they brought their multi-sense recording device with them. They especially liked using them in interviews so that the whole room could be recorded. The sights, sounds, smells, even touch and temperature could be recorded and played back so anyone could almost be where the event was recorded. They were unaware of them being used as a projection device however. Vivian took out a small digital pointer. “It’s a door - we think - looks like pre-fall Heliman. None of the languages carved into the door are Heliman however. I know they had relations with a few of the sapients in their nearby section of space, but we don’t recognize any of the languages here. Do you?”

“Hmm.” Tami’tarr peered at the words on the door. His body made a rumbling noise that Vivian couldn’t help think sounded like a contented purr. Tami’tarr always liked a mystery. He leaned back and gestured with his own pointer. “Here, near the top. This one looks like it’s Late three hundredth dynasty Uutipan. I can’t read it though, I just recognize the shape of the words. Do you know Professor Filomina at Brekin University?”

Vivian nodded. “I met her two years ago at the conference. You were there. I think you introduced us.”

Tami’tarr’s mouthparts waggled a nod. “Ah yes, you are correct. She can translate Uutipan. I don’t know if she understands all the way back to the late three hundredth dynasty, but she’ll know it better than me.”

“Thanks Tami’tarr. I’ll give her a ring.” Vivian reached up and patted Tami’tarr through the sensorium.

“Let me know what she finds. I must admit I haven’t seen something like this before either.”

“Of course, Tam. Talk to you soon.” The Gren disappears as the connection is broken.

Vivian spends the next solar day making calls, making small talk and describing her problem. Gev and Palitan spend the time taking measurements and gathering other information on the site. “Vivian is wasting her time.” Gev shakes his head irritatedly. “She should be helping us take measurements. The words are untranslatable.”

Palitan’s color shifts to a acquiescing yellow. “That may be Gev, but she has gotten permission to run the dig in her own way. If we could translate the text, it would be helpful. We can afford to have her burn a day going through her address book pestering her friends.”

‘Hmmph. That’s their problem.”

“What? Vivian?”

“Humans in general. You tell them something can’t be done and their first reaction is to go ‘I bet I can actually do it.’ They wind up wasting time and resources on things that were declared impossible a century ago.”

Palitan says nothing, but continues to work.

Just before evening meal, Palitan and Gev save their work and upload their measurements and notes and make the way back to the door. Now, Vivian is talking with a K’laxi they’ve never met. They’re one of the few sapient species that is actually shorter than the human and they’re both standing very close to the door, looking at the bottommost carvings. The K’laxi is talking very animatedly as they walk up.

“…haven’t seen things like this in decades! I can’t believe you found another example Viv! This completely upends our research on what we knew about the late three hundredth dynasty! You’ve given me enough here to write three papers at least. You’ll get co-authorship of course.”

Vivian laughed. “I appreciate your generosity Lem. Let me know when you need my notes.”

Lem snapped their pad closed and stood. “As soon as you have them compiled please.”

Vivian bent straight and stretched. “You got it Lem. See you soon.”

Their tail flicked and they winked and the holo disconnected. Vivian stared disassembling the sensorium.

“Have you given up Vivian? Ready to continue the work we were assigned to do?” Gev’s fur bristled. “Well, too bad, we’ve completed the measurements. I’ll be sure to let the head know about this.”

Palitan’s color switched to a pale pink of surprise. “Gev! There’s no need to be hostile. The head stated that Vivian’s main job was to learn more about the people who built this.”

Gev’s head bobbed vigorously. “Indeed. And spending all day calling the entire galaxy to translate a door tells us nothing about who built this site!”

Vivian finished putting the sensorium away in its case and stood. She calmly walked over to Gev and Palitan. Palitan was only a little taller than her, and Gev was nearly two meters tall and was more than a bit intimidating. She looked down at her pad.

“This door shall remain open from dawn to dusk without exception. The offices herein will be open according to the hours mounted on their doors. All who enter shall surrender their weapons. A chit will be provided verifying their ownership. Those with appointments with the Head Builder are to check in with the front desk before proceeding to the Builder office.

“What’s that? What are you talking about?” Gev looked down at her irritatedly.

Palitan nudged Gev with one of his tentacles. “It’s the translation of the door.”

Gev looked down at Vivian and at the translation she showed him. All of the different languages were translated and sure enough, they said what she read off to him. It was a protocol note on what to do at the Builder Administration building.

Palitan gestured excitedly. “Gev! That means this was a Builder building! Part of the original Empress! Not only did they have local influence, but they either traded with, or were a part of the full empire. We’re far away from a Gate too, I wonder if one was destroyed, or they just flew a long way.”

Vivian nodded. “See Gev? Now that we know what the door says, it opens up so many new questions that we can try an answer. Even though the door is ‘just’ protocol rules, it implies so much more.”

“Hmmph.” Gev says nothing but his ears twitch.”

Palitan’s coloring changes to an impressed green. “Vivian, this is amazing. You figured all this out in just one day!”

“That’s just is Palitan. I didn’t do it. I knew people who could help. I wound up calling five different experts while you were working. It pays to know people.” Vivian picks up the sensorium case. “It’s not what you know, but who you know.”

#humans are deathworlders #writing #sci fi writing #jpitha #humans are space capybaras #humans and aliens #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #I know me a guy #Humans know someone #pack bonding

[brattonez]

Ja Ara E

A/N: You find out Shuri is having a huge birthday bash at Wakanda’s most popular club and end up giving her the best gift of the night. Yes, this is smut. Black!Fem Reader (always and forever)

One of the biggest things you were curious about when you came to Wakanda was the social life. What were the young adults up to there? Parties? Secret hangouts? Clubs? You had seen some tourist say that the nightlife was amazing but you just had to see for yourself. So, here you were, roaming the streets of Wakanda at night. Passing various resturants and lounges. The atmosphere was extremely lively. Young people walking around laughing, talking, socializing. The music from the lounges echoed as you continued to walk on, taking everything in. The deeper down the strip you went, the more people began to appear. It was suddenly crowded and it seemed as if everyone was here for what looked like an event happening. You moved through the crowd for a closer look at what seemed to be a nightclub. It had to be at least 3 stories, with huge windows on each floor so the people in the club could be visible from the outside. You could see the neon lights flash and feel the bass from the music rumble the ground. There were people entering and exiting, dressed down in their best outfits. Mini dresses, designer clothes, jewelry you'd never seen before. What kind of event was happening here?

There was a security guard at the door. You walked over to him and was immediately met with his glare. "ID, please." He said, extending his hand out in front of you. You dug into your handbag and search for the card, suddenly buzzing with excitement. "Hey, is there some kind of event or something happening here tonight? Its really packed!" You spoke, still searching for the ID. The guard raised his brows as if the question you asked was odd. "Not just any event." He says as looks back into the club, smirking at dancing bodies.

"Its Princess Shuri's 22nd Birthday."

You found the ID and froze. The young people. The clothes. The music. Of course.

Why had you never thought that the Princess wouldn't be involved in the nightlife in her own country? How didn't you know that today was her birthday? How didn't you ever put two and two together? "Ma'am?" The guard silences your inner thoughts and gives you back your ID, granting you entry. You gave him a smile and made your way inside. The music was blaring. You could feel it in your bones. Everyone was either dancing, drinking, or taking pictures. You hadn't even noticed how hard you were smiling. Gravitating towards a near wall you watched in amazement at the scenery in front of you. It was like something out of a movie. The way everyone just seemed to be having a good time. After a few minutes of observing, you ventured over to the bar and ordered you a drink. The bartender was in the process of charging you when someone stopped them from your right side.

"Its on me."

You snapped your head over and was immediately met with a bright smile. The smile was gleaming through the dimly lit room and for a second, you could spot a shiny, silver bottom grill peeking through. The person sported a black suit with silver accent all through it. A diamond studded cuban link chain hung from their neck and multiple rings on their fingers. Panther rings. "No way..." You mumbled as you finally closed in on the person's face. Shuri took a step back leaning on the near counter. Her eyes went to floor, starting at your shoes and working their way up. Studying the way your dress hugged your hips and stopped at your thighs. Moving up to your chest, she took in the jewelry you had on. A necklace with heart charms on it, tinted to match the same color as your silver dress. Her eyes finally met with yours but not before making a stop to your cleavage. "Don't worry about it. Enjoy the party." She stated. You smiled and shook your head. "Princess....I-" The royal cut you off, taking hold of your hand. "Please, call me Shuri. I've told everyone here that the word Princess is forbidden for the whole evening." You chuckled, beginning to blush. You apologized quickly but she shrugged, brushing it off. "This club is crazy!" You say, taking a step closer to her. "Happy birthday by the way!" Smirking, she nodded. "Thank you, beautiful." You furrowed your brows for a slight second.

Was the Princess flirting with you?

She had paid for your drink and now here she was showering you with compliments. You hadn’t even noticed how close she was until she reached up to touch your necklace. Running her thumb over the heart charms, flickering her eyes up to you. “Shuri…?” Is all you could mutter, your body suddenly tense. Her fingertips lightly grazed your chest, immediately sending a chill up your spine. She smiled. “Is it your first time at this club?” She asked, taking a second to look at the large crowd on the dance floor. You nodded. “I didn’t even know it existed! I’ve been really interested in the Club scene here. Looks like y’all really know how to get down.” Shuri chuckled. “Yeah, I come here all the time. Back when I was underage, I sometimes had to use my royalty privileges but we’re gonna keep that on the hush.” She gave you a wink and you couldn’t even hide the redness on your cheeks. “What’s your name, love?” She asked, leading you over to an empty high top table. “You can call me Y/N.”

You responded, taking notice of the rings on her fingers. The shine from the Panthers gleaming in the low neon lights. Rising up, you squinted at her chain, watching it swing whenever she would make the slightest move. You admired her sharp jawline and how it clenched everytime she looked around, the duality it took to look that good and still be on high alert for anything dangerous in the area. Your eyes finally landed on her mouth, focusing in on the bottom grill...again. "What?" Shuri hindered. You leaned down, trying to get a closer look at them. "Your grill...it looks good." She leaned down and met your face inches away. "Thank you. I got it done a couple of days ago strictly for tonight." You just nodded slowly, starting to lose focus on what she was saying due to be so interested in the mouth jewerly. Not catching Shuri taking hold of your hands again and asking if you wanted to go somewhere more private. "Y/N?" She pondered, bringing you back to reality. You snapped back and looked up, finally. "You down?" Nodding quickly, both of you got up from the table in a hurry.  Shuri leading you through a crowd swiftly, dapping some folks up while moving forward. You couldn't believe this was actually happening, but there was barely time to process it. Before you knew it, you and the Princess were alone together in a secluded room away from the party. A VIP lounge of some sort with a big couch, tables, and its own small bar. The music from the club was slightly muffled but still loud enough to hear. Shuri sat down on the couch and slouched. Her legs slightly spread, one arm hanging off the arm of the couch, the other in her lap. She eyed you up and down, drinking you in from her view before motioning over to her.

"Come here, lovely."

You walked over almost immediately, finding yourself standing in between her legs, looking down at her sultry gaze. "Shuri..." She smirked before patting her right thigh. "Wanna sit for me?" You turned around and softly lowered yourself down. "I hope I'm not too heavy or anything-" She hushed you quickly. "Darling, you're perfect. I just want to make sure you're comfortable." You smiled at her concerned, it was nice to know that even in the position you two were in, she still respected boundaries. You leaned back slightly, your back now against her chest, feeling the cold sensation of her chain and rings on your skin. Hooking your left arm around, you met her gaze.

"Aren't you afraid someone will find us?"

Shuri scoffs and rolls her eyes, her hands continuing their journey to your inner thighs. She stared as you begin to squirm in her lap. Gripping you harder to still you, she peppered a few light kisses on the nape of your neck.

"This is a private room. I'm Royalty. And I'm a grown woman. I don't give a shit."

Well that answers everything, you thought. "You love those privileges, huh?" You teased. With a light snicker, the birthday girl took hold of your chin, meeting her lips with yours. Her tongue swiping your bottom lip, parting it slightly. You sighed as you let her take charge, following her lead. You shifted, so now you were directly facing the Princess, her hands still on your thighs. Immediately resuming the hungry make out session, you grounded your hips against hers. Earning a small sound from her, her hands trailing its way to your bottom, squeezing it. Your hands found its way to her neck, kissing it while beginning to grind slowly. "Please..." You mumbled, your whole body vibrating with want. You wondered if she could the puddle forming in your panties during all of this. "Oh, Y/N...talk to me..." She uttered, suddenly gaining an obsession with your pleading voice. "Tell me what you want, babygirl."

You begin to move faster now, hoping she would catch the hint. "Touch me, please." Her highness obliged, her hands traveling under your dress to grip your ass. Slowly directing your hips back and forth against her. Friction beginning to course through your body, making you mewl loudly against her neck. "That's it, love. I want to hear you loud and clear." She encourages as she reaches for your panties, sliding her fingertips between the thin fabric. A gasp leaving both of you as she was immediately met with the ongoing mess she created. Your hands reached for the couch and rose, letting Shuri have more access to your center, slowly beginning to circle your hips. Using her thumb to circle your clit, she leaned up to your neck, licking and sucking slightly. "So wet for me. Bast, you're gushing." You were practically a moaning mess now. Not caring about who could possibly hear. "Shit." You moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure. Shuri choosing to slowly slide a finger in your folds. You yelped, shivering. The cold feeling from her rings sending you into a freezy. Oh fuck. "Yes..." You heard her whisper, concentrating on sending you over the edge. "Oh, Shuri." You exclaimed as she added a second finger. Bringing her free hand up to your chest, she pulled down the front of your dress, making your breasts spill out. Quickly taking one in her mouth, her fingers begin to speed up. Her eyes on you the whole time, watching as you started to lose control of you body, unraveling right on top of her. "Does it feel good?" She asked, kneading your nipples. You continued to grind down on her fingers, completely in bliss. "Yes." Is all you could respond as a white hot feeling begin to form in your gut.

Yes, yes, yes. You had experience with sexual encounters before but they were never like this. The risk of getting caught. The publicity of it all. The reality that you were literally with a woman of Royalty at the moment. It was all crashing down on you.

"Cum for me, Y/N."

Your nails dug into the couch and with a sharp inhale, your body seized. Moaning out as you leaned your forehead onto Shuri's, using one hand to hold the back of her head. Your hearing wasn't that great but you could hear her speaking softly. "You look so good like this. Cum for me, beautiful. That's it." Clasping her mouth to your other breasts, tugging slightly. Wave after wave went through you. Your back arched into her chest, a thin layer of sweat forming on your deep brown skin. Her fingers starting to slow down, letting you ride out your high. You laid your head on her shoulder and lightly kissed at her neck. “Shuri…I don’t even know where to begin…” You say, not sure where the two of you go after this. You reach for her blazer, beginning to unbutton it but she stops you. “No. Not right now.” She grabs you hands and kisses them. “I just want to enjoy my gift right now.”

The music was still blaring as the two of you beamed at each other. Talking about each other's lives and backgrounds. Time had went by and you had finally got yourself presentable again. Shuri adjusting herself as well, making sure you watch as she stuck her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. "How's it feel to be the birthday girl, your Highness?" You prompted, earning a smile from her. She stood up and walked in front of you. Grasping your hips and pressing herself on you, she kissed you. Slowly and Passionately. Her tongue quickly making its way to yours, making you taste yourself. Her hands finding their place on your ass, she backed away. "It feels amazing." You cupped her jaw and smiled.

"C'mon, let's go dance." Before leading you back into the main floor.

#Shuri #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #black panther #black panther fanfiction #wakanda forever #marvel fanfiction #letitia wright #shuri black panther #mcu shuri #shuri x you #shuri x y/n #black panther imagine #wlw #black!fem!reader #princess shuri #mcufam #mcu smut

[noacfapologyst]

telltale heart — matty healy. part 2

´part 1´

summary: you and matty have a pending meeting at some awards where you promised to go as a couple. but something goes wrong.

wc: 2,5k

a/n: hey! i'm so sorry for the lateness. a lot has just happened these days but here is the second part. thanks for the love, x.

The weeks between the awards and the proposal to take Matty as your date have been from the moment he left the studio, the only thing you've ever seen going on in your mind.

You haven't been able to sit down and compose peacefully, or be able to just have a conversation without mentioning him without you slipping through your cheeks. Or that he appears in stains on your writing, the references may be exhaustive at some point, but your brain is about to explode just to think that he'll be there for you, and just for you. You wish his hand would occasionally slip into the waist of the dress you will wear and you would use that touch to keep it forever in your memory.

Even in your best dreams you wouldn't have had the courage to ask him to accompany you to prizes like your date, you can actually stand near him without trembling about it by mere chance.

Two weeks before, you go back to the conversation that tortured you several days ago with your team.

"Matty Healy, are you really sure?" Your manager inquires again, you cross your legs again. It's a sequence you've been living since Friday. "It dissolves your image too much in front of his. I don't know if it fits."

"Really, I don't care." You shrug your shoulders with heaviness. Your image is ruined anyway, but you're not going to let them take this off your hands. "Whether i go with someone or not, there is a stir. I was cheated, remember." You point again and you look at your fingernails, you need to finish defining everything now. "I don't care if it ruins my reputation. Matty is my friend, end of discussion, Helen."

Maybe it's the tone of voice or maybe you've just fed everyone up with it but Helen, your manager for years, sighs and nods with discontent. A winning smile sits on your face. You understand the worry in that office really, but you have one more card to play. You don't really care what his image is from doors to the outside because with everyone around him he's never been more than a gentleman and that's the only thing you really stick with when you have to talk about him.

"Plus, we give the media what they want. The antithesis of Sam." Helen decides it's time to let the argument go and even though her face is a weak grin they decide to move on to the other agenda items.

"Have you decided the dress, at least?" Your innocent smile betrays you and you're nowhere near getting a blow to your head.

You run into a bubble of teenage foolishness, she should understand that. But you won't discuss that either because deep down you've let him look distracted.

"I'll see the dress later, I'll let you know which one I choose." You inform her at the end by taking a sip in the cup of coffee. Helen doesn't make any sound anymore, and you know you've officially won.

--

Stylists really only want to kill you now or throw some fabric over your head. But they are right in their anger, you shouldn't have waited until the last week to choose the dress or gather too many designers in one place without having a very clear idea of fabrics, cuts and necklines. All you know is it has to be red, it can't be any other color under any forecast.

But it's not that you didn't want to choose it, you just couldn't find the right one. Which is kind of a lie.

No one can deny that there is an attraction in you posturally just by seeing you from afar, there is some light in you that stands out without you trying. You know that you're actually beautiful and that you're lucky enough to fit in dresses and that anything would be fine to show off on you. Your face has small freckles and you have good proportions between your nose, your eyes moderately green and almond, and your round lips. Your hips and abdomen are fine although you've never paid too much attention to them, or at least lately. But you know that your figure is imposing and immutable when the line is drawn between your low back and your high back and everything stands out there.

But this is different, it's a dress for and by Matty. It has to be perfect, not close to it. It may be one of the few opportunities you have in your life to receive his look on your body and make you tremble even just by looking at your cheeks. And that's also why the red dress has to be camouflaged on your cheeks.

In the end you find it and you couldn't be happier with the result. Red satin, straps around the back and neckline. When you test it automatically your body functions like a teenager and you start spinning around it without even finishing tying your high heels properly. But as you see yourself spinning in the mirror a smile sits on your face from ear to ear.

"It honestly feels like it was designed for you." After everyone in the room approves it by nodding as they take the measurements for the final adjustments, your image advisor shows up at the door and his confirmation lets you see that you're going to be relevant at the awards and with several glances on it overshadowing several more artists. "You look like the fucking winner."

And that confirms that you've finally found it. And it's perfect.

---

"Hey." Matty's face appears on your computer screen when he calls you on FaceTime. They haven't seen each other in person since the night at the studio, but their contact has been maintained anyway. "How do you feel about the awards?"

"Why the question?" You better place the device on the table and rest the guitar on your legs. You take the opportunity to spend some time watching how the hair on his front move each time he accommodates the camera.

"I wanted to make sure you remembered that we will be the best couple at the awards." Your heart stops for a second. "Believe me when I tell you that Sam is going to vomit with resentment when he sees us." The archness in his voice, the change of tone, the punctuation of the latter. The silly smile and the wink he makes. Too much for three o'clock in the afternoon.

That's when you realize something else. Ever since Matty became your supposed date, you haven't spent a second thinking about your breakup or your ex or who she's going to take. Just now you're rethinking it.

"You still there?" Matty claps his palms and looks at you from the screen with a frown. He doesn't mean it in a blunt way, but he knows how your brain works and he knows you've frozen to yourself.

"Yes, I don't know, I had forgotten he was going to be there." In fact it's a confession would be because it's realistic. You've been in your pink bubble about Matty that you forgot your ex would be there. "I don't wanna see him. I would like he stop exists sometimes." You laugh silly and he gives it back to you with a supportive look.

"It won't bother you, darling. I'll protect you." You feel like you're gonna throw up rainbows for the next five minutes and you don't know exactly what the trigger is. But luckily you can hear George's voice in the background and you know Matty's going to say goodbye. "See you on Friday. I'll get a red bow for the suit."

"That would be fantastic." You wink at him revealing the color of your dress and he smiles waving his hand around the camera as if he were a small child. "Bye bye, Matty."

When you cut off the call you have your head burning up from the amount of information you're processing right now, and then you go back to the first point you noticed today, the initial cause you owe to being able to go with Matty to the awards has stopped crossing your mind the moment this whole plan happened. It's also when you realize how self-destructive it is to have portal notifications on your computer just to keep abreast of public opinion about you.

You shouldn't let it get to you so much, but it actually does. Sam and her, the girl the rumors of your infidelity fed on and then confirmed, holding hands in front of the last bar you and he went to as a couple, two days before the breakup. His hands on his waist, he looks happier than he ever was with you. Smile more, he has a genuine expression in it. She's cute and it hurts you because you thought you were her ideal type and she, ironically, is completely different from you.

Your breath is cut short and you force yourself not to blink so fast and control the splash in your eyes. Yeah, maybe it's been a few months, but you're back in front of that studio and you're back in front of the words that stuck like a dagger in you when he said he didn't really love you and you just bored him. That feeling makes you get carried away and after weeks of holding back you get carried away and you just cry liberating yourself. At some point you let go of a drowned cry when you think about how you imagined a life full of it or at least imagined it would last more than a few months.

In the epitome of your catharsis you stretch between the guitar and the notebook and reveal that not letting yourself feel in its totality is what has not allowed you to put words in a line. And that is now broken from the moment your fingers prick the guitar in a melancholy and sad way, your thoughts fly and stay on the page when you denote the betrayal in your story, the lie and the reality of the facts. As your facet of strength and pretending smile and well-being collapse and leave you reduced to your tear-filled role, your knees on your head and the floor next to the gray armchair.

Maybe one of the best songs of your career. How you died waiting for a sign that never came even if they had sworn you everlasting love. Like you would actually have given up everything to keep it.

Suddenly you calm down just as quickly as you have acquired the previous state, when you manage to breathe properly thinking that Matty said he would be there and accompany you in front of Sam. That he has used the word protect gushes warmth within you, and you know that you can rejoice in the feeling of affection that he inevitably gives you. Therein lies the essence and effect Matty has on you and how important his friendship is to every aspect of your life. He's been there in every stage of your life and he's never stopped accompanying you even when he wasn't at his best.

Then you relax thinking about how lucky you are to be able to take him to those awards regardless of the terms agreed between the two and what the media put on. At the end of the day you'll be going to the awards that you and him have been talked about for thousands of nights being the best choice of both because understanding was never faked and that chemistry is always instantaneous.

When you realize you're tapping the guitar without a predetermined note, it's glimpsed between scratches of melancholy and a pink bubble. But now you're back to your usual thoughts and now you can't stop thinking about Matty dressed in a suit (and looking awesome, by the way) with him basically matching you in his tie.

--

Since you open your eyes on Friday, the day becomes chaos. Dress test, hair test and make-up test. The walk in heels, the review of the speech. Thinking about what to say about the breakup, that your figure remains dazzling no matter if the person able to disarm you is the one standing next to you. Both for your ex-partner and your date. Then they'll come and tell you about your nomination and how some song will be better than yours. The vicious circle of being an artist.

You wish it was a quick day, but it becomes extremely heavy. You hardly have time to stop for a drink of water and when you realize you are already changed for the event.

You look in the mirror with your stylist and then he starts to take shots while he changes between different angles to have the best pictures. Your hair is semi collected in a braid from behind and only a few waves break off on the wind but it gives the feeling that you have a princess collection and is not in danger of collapse.

Your dress gets all the attention, you look taken off the cover of a magazine. The red satin falls on you adjusting your curves and marking your figure in a rather attractive way to see, the cut on the leg does not take out the dainty of the dress. Your neckline falls on a beak held by a very thin thick straps that connect the dress with the neckline at the back, leaving your back open only with a few straps crossing to your low back.

You're perfect but you can't help but want to bite your nails because you feel there's something still missing even though you're being manic checking your makeup all the time. And if it wasn't because you don't have a second for your stylist to talk to you about important things, you'd have tried to touch up your makeup many more times.

When you get in the limo, you breathe until you calm down, and then you have a millisecond to talk to Matty.

see you, x

hey

we're coming for you soon

You turn off the phone and leave it on the seat when you feel your manager's gaze pointing at you.

"Where's Matty?" You ask after a while starting to listen to your senses that tells you something is wrong. They should have passed Matty's house a few miles ago, and your heart speeds up when you know you are entering the freeway.

Your phone vibrates and lets you see the Brit's messages making you form a thick grimace between your lips. Your brow automatically frowns and you feel your makeup heavy as you read each word carefully and feel like someone is playing a heavy joke on you.

only a thing

if you promise someone a date you have to keep it or at least warn that it's a fucking joke

Your vision becomes blurry for a few moments and you feel your world just stop in front of a polarized window and the body of the seat. You don't want to believe that what your head is thinking is actually what's going on, you can't just go overboard like that. The chances were very slim.

And then, come the words that confirm how you dug your own grave without it being your fault. You feel like someone's slapping you right where it hurts the most.

"Oh yes, about that. Matty isn't a good look for you, so we just got you someone else. You'll thank me later."

actually i think it sucks but will be rewarded in the next part? anyway let me know what you think <333

#matty healy #matty the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader #matty fic #matty healy blurb #telltale heart au

[stargazingfordreams]

The Star that missed The Sun

Nyx x Reader

Warning- arrange marriage, cute stuff.

A/N- Soo you guys are fantastic I really didn't expect anyone to like part one so much; I really just thought that maybe it was going to be a one-shot but you guys seemed to have loved it, so here is a part two

Word Count- 2.1K

Part One

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of birds chirping outside of my room. The morning sun crept in, shining on my face. I sighed deeply and lifted myself off my bed, blinking a few times while waiting for my eyes to adjust. I threw myself back down on my bed, hoping to resume my sleep. Until I heard a slight knock at my door

"My lady? I came in to give you a wake-up call," a handmaiden came in. I recognized her as one of the ones who helped me get ready for my wedding. It was hard to forget how she looked with her short blonde hair, tan skin, and blue eyes. She looked like she would have loved being back home.

"Yes, thank you."

She smiled and entered and began to run a bath for me and unload my luggage to find a dress for the day. I went into the bathroom and sunk into the tub, adding some floral scents to the water. I allowed the warm water to ease my mussels.

After a while, I left the tub and re-entered my room, where the handmaiden stood waiting and helped me get ready.

"How do I get to the garden?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, my lady, but Lord Nyx had an emergency this morning and cannot join you for breakfast. He extends his apologies." I felt disappointed, snuggling its way into my body. But should I have gotten my hopes up? My father did his best to be present, and he was, but that doesn't mean that he was always there, and I shouldn't expect that of my husband either.

"Oh, I see. Well, I suppose I can explore Velaris," I told her. She bowed

"I'll go and grab your cloak, my lady."

"I didn't catch your name?" I called out to her

"It's Althaia."

"It's good to meet you" I smiled as she handed me my white cloak, and I went out the door. The street is bright and filled with bustling shops. Everything was so different. In Day court, the road was paved with white gold brick that matched the building, and the sun always hung high on the most beautiful days, but here everything was different. The buildings were lined in all different colors, with the streets black and brown cobblestone. Until I walked to a bridge, shops looked like they were setting up for lunch. Then, I looked at one shop that caught my eye, Eleftheria Saoirse, in bold letters. I was greeted by a woman who looked a few years older than me.

"My name is Abrial. Thank you for coming in." I smiled at her enthusiasm when I entered. I introduce myself.

"Oh yes, your lord Nyx's new bride!" she exclaimed

"Your shop is lovely" I gazed over the dresses and fabric.

"Oh, thank you, dear. Do you sew?" she asked.

"Me? Oh no, my mother did, but she never taught me" she looked at me, a little sad.

"What a shame, well what can I do for you?" it dawned on me at this moment that I didn't have any money.

"Oh, thank you, but I wouldn't be able-"

"Don't worry, truly I don't mind," she interrupted. She must have seen that I was going to protest again, so she continued before I could.

"At least let me give you a cloak; it will help you blend in better" I looked down at my attire.

"Nothing is wrong with it, but it makes it obvious that you are not from here. Anyway, Lord Nyx has a credit line that you can use" I didn't like the idea of me just using Nyx's credit line. I'll pay him back when he gets home.

"Okay, a cloak then." She lit up and went to get a plain night court blue cloak. I reached out to take it, but she moved to her sewing machine.

"I have this wonderful idea for a design; it would be lovely."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to, plus I've been doing this forever, so it won't take me long! I made a dress that would look great with the design I was thinking about. So maybe you can try it on, and don't worry, it's just a try on" she gave me a wink and pushed me into a dressing room with the dress in my hand.

I slipped the dress on, and she was right. The fabric was night court blue and had golden swirls embroidered at the bottom that rose to my knee, and in between the wheels were little gold stars and suns; I looked at myself in the mirror though I frowned a little. I studied my arms. I wasn't happy with it. I know I shouldn't think about these things, but sometimes I couldn't help. I began to pick apart everything that was wrong with me.

You look Beautiful

The thought crept into my head.

"Abrial? Did you say something" I ask

"No, dear, I didn't. Did you try the dress? I must see how it looks" I looked once again at myself for some reason feeling just a little more confident. I stepped out of the dressing room and gave her a twirl.

"Just as I thought, it's a great fit." She walked up with the cloak and placed it on me. The cloak matches perfectly with the gold thread that made a design on the back.

Half a sun and half a moon meet together to create one. The symbol of both courts.

"It's perfect." I breathed out in disbelief at how beautiful they looked together. She packed up my old clothes and put them in a bag. I gave her a look.

"The dress was made for you consider it a wedding gift."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"I wouldn't mind the company every once and a while. Maybe I can even teach you to sew." She handed me the shopping bag.

"I can definitely do that, thank you. "I gave her a respectful bow before heading towards the door. I opened it and had one foot out when I stopped.

"How did you know that I was from day court?" I asked her.

"What?"

"The sun and the moon is the design that you did, but I didn't tell you I was from day court"

"You clothes, dear, I have been sewing for a long time, and I recognized the clothes and cloak from day court," she said, giving me a wave and cleaning up her station.

"Right, of course, you did say I looked like an outsider" I chuckled at her, simply nodding. I must be losing it. I first heard voices and now questioning people who had been kind to me.

"Have a good evening, My lady."

"You too, Abrial. See you soon!" I walked out of the shop and continued walking around Velaris, visiting many shops just to look. It wasn't until I was tired and starving that I realized I had no idea how to return to the townhouse. Oh no, this is great, just great.

I walked around trying to stop people, but everyone was either going home in a rush or getting restaurants ready for dinner and had no time to stop what they were doing. I sighed in defeat. I looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting. It will be dark soon. I almost gave up when I ran into Lord Cassian and Lady Nesta. But, no actually ran into them. Lord Cassian had to steady me to stop me from falling over.

"Whoa, there little spell-cleaver are you okay" once I was upright, he let go.

"I'm sorry, Lord Cassian, I'm a little turned around, actually lost." Cassian laughed at me. My cheeks heated. Did I say something wrong? Nesta lightly hit his stomach.

"It's hard to believe that you are Helion's daughter. You're far too polite to be related, little fawn," he said in between fits of laughter.

"Calling us Nesta and Cassian is just fine, love; we can help you get back home" Nesta shook her head at Cassian but gave me a smirk. He threw his arm around us, tucking me in between him and Nesta.

"Cassian, you're scaring the poor girl, and she's not a little doll, you know," she said, seeing amusement on his face.

"I can't be excited for our new niece Nes" his smile beamed at me.

"Ignore him; he lacks manners. I've tried to teach him, but I've been failing since we've been mated." Her face was serious, but I couldn't help but giggle. I looked down and noticed the book she had tucked under her arm.

"If you like that series, try the one her brother wrote. It gives a unique look at a romance book from a male's perspective."

"Do you like romance books?" Nesta asked, her face lighting up since the first time I met her at my wedding

"Yes, of course, you should have seen our library back home; my father gave me my section when he learned I liked to read books for fun," I told her.

"Oh no, not you too! You enjoy those smutty books that Nes can't seem to put down." she rolled her eyes at him but still held such a strong sense of love behind them.

"Please come by the house of wind. My friends and I like to meet up occasionally to discuss what we are reading, and we have a library underground that I wouldn't mind showing you." I don't know how long we were walking back, but before I knew it, here we were.

"I'll take you up on that, Nesta, and thank you for helping me find my way back," I said my goodbyes and went to the townhouse. I took off my cloak and set down my bag before the aroma of food flooded my senses. I followed it to the back of the house and into the garden. There I found a table for two with mountains of food and lights that hung in the sky. Nyx was fixing the table. When I came in, he turned to me.

"You have perfect timing," he said proudly, looking at his work.

"What is this?" I said in complete shock at the masterpiece before me

"Well, I really wanted to have breakfast with you this morning, but something came up that I couldn't ignore, but I made a promise to you, and well, I'm sorry that I couldn't keep it." he held out his hand seating me in the chair and pushing it in.

"Oh, I understand, really. You didn't have to go through all of this."

"It's okay, I wanted to," he sat across from me.

We had spent the night eating and talking, and I opened up to him. I told him about my childhood and how much trouble I got into with my two sisters. I told him about the pegasus that I had back home and the first flying lesson that I ever had. Some of the adventures that I had in the summer court with Cordelia, Cressida's daughter. And, of course, some of my safer experiences. Nyx had opened up to me too, telling me how close his family is, and not just with him and his siblings but also with his cousins, his one big happy family. I enjoyed it even if it made me sad to think about my brother, who hardly acknowledged us, or my absent mother. His family seems inseparable from my messy dysfunctional one.

"So, how did you like Velaris? I heard you went out and explored."

'It's different."

"A good different?"

"It's beautiful, truly it is. I found a dress shop, and the owner was so nice."

"I should have told you when you walked in that you look beautiful; that dress really does look amazing on you," he said.

You look beautiful. That voice.

"It was you? Were you in my head" I half believed it myself?

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, must have forgotten that detail," he smirked, holding his wine glass to his lips.

"May I?" he asked. I nodded my head, and then this familiar presence pulled over me.

I wouldn't do it not without your permission, but I felt your thoughts, and they were racing. I thought that you might be in trouble.

And you can do this whenever you want

Only if you allow me

I paused momentarily, unsure how to process it, but then I remembered the dress shop and how it made me feel better after hearing him.

I wouldn't mind.

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[tiyawnyana]

Kinkmas : Day 3

Stockings

A/N: this one was a bit risky for me since personally this isn't my cup of tea but I really wanted to try something new and ended up actually enjoying it. Spider just worships his navi mate and loves her long legs. She just happens to gain some control in an unexpected element

Pairing: Spider x Fem! Na'vi Omitikaya

Warnings: stockings, teasing, footjob, cumming on foot, Spider just loves his mate in stockings

"Please show me," Spider nearly begs, sitting just outside of the cloth door of your part of the marui. You groan, huffing with mock annoyance as your cheeks flush.

Your tawtute friend had found something.. interesting, to say the least. He says it's something that tawtute women tend to wear for fun, so you had to see.

The stockings stretch along your legs, almost tearing, a deep red color with a sheer design of what seems to be earthly plants, only reaching up just above your knees. You stretch your toes and sigh, ears flicking back at the weird feeling of the fabric.

It helps that he'd spent time on this other gift, a new fabric to make into your tewng that has the same color as the fabric over your legs.

"Come in.." You mumble, but curse him and his good hearing. He nearly tumbles in, gawking up at you in awe.

His gaze travels over your long, smooth legs, noting the faintest rip in the fabric on one side, but somehow finding that even more arousing. He quickly feels himself growing hard, cheeks going red beneath his mask.

"Well?" You gaze down at him, ears flicked back yet again but now in worry over his silence.

He seems to snap out of it and quickly moves closer to glide his hand over the fabric covering your legs.

"Yawntutsyìp," his voice is soft, shivers rolling down your spine as your tail shoots straight up,"Too beautiful like this."

Your cheeks heat up and you look away quickly in embarrassment.

"Yawne," he coos, a teasing grin on his lips. He stands tall, hands moving in to gently caress your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. His grin turns soft as he trails his gaze across your face, taking in your purplish cheeks and slight frown.

"Quiet," you mutter out.

"How could I?" He wraps his arms around you, pressing himself against you and resting his chin against your ribs where he reaches,"you are so lovely."

It's then that you feel hard warmth against your thigh. You inhale sharply, glancing down past his face. His reaction is immediate.

"I'm sorry-" He blushes, now suddenly embarrassed,"Ignore it-"

Your brow quirks, a small smirk forming on your lips,"How could I?"

He gulps, suddenly wishing he didn't have such a physical reaction.

It's only moments later, high on adrenaline and the need to gain some semblance of control over the situation, he's on his knees before you.

He clings to your leg, the fabric of the stockings stretching as he holds on for dear life when your foot come down over his cock, now free from his tewng.

He groans pathetically, panting harshly as you grind your heel over his length teasingly. He bucks up, chasing your foot but whines as you pull away.

"Please- oh, fuck," he huffs out, eyes wide and pleading as he gazes up at you.

You never realized you needed to feel this at least once- this dominant and powerful side. It was addicting to see him so needy before you.

Your eyes darken, a smirk forming on your lips as you grind the arch of your foot down his length, a soft shudder shaking your shoulders as you feel him twitch against you.

"Mmph, fuck, yawntutsyìp," he moans softly, eyes fluttering slightly while trying to maintain eye contact.

"Eyes on me," you purr, grinning as he visibly shivers under your command. He nods quickly, staring up at you intently as he gently touches your covered calves.

You keep a firm roll of your foot over his cock, that smirk growing on your lips again while watching him unravel beneath you.

"What do you say?"

Your question startles him; he stares up at you with his eyebrows raised in question, cheeks flushed and lower lip gnawed on.

He quickly chokes on a gasp when you tug your foot away,"No- wait!"

"What do you say, Spider?" Your brow bone raises in question.

He pants for a moment, looking confused before that glint shines,"Th-thank you! Thank you-"

It breaks of with a drawn out, needy moan when you bring your foot back down to roll over his pulsing length. You can feel the precum seeping into the heel of the stocking.

"Good boy," your voice sends a hot shiver down his spine and he gasps, hips bucking up into your heel as he clings to your calf.

Wet, sticky warmth coats the stocking, dripping onto the floor of your marui.

You grin, tail curling around in glee as you ignore the wetness between your own thighs.

Spider groans, slumping against your leg as he catches his breath.

You lean down to gently card your fingers through his hair,"I'd say thank you for the gift, but I think you enjoyed it more than I."

A/N: hope this wasn't too bad?

Tags: @akoyaxs @vee1728

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[oddygaul]

Godzilla Minus One

I’ve been going through something of a Godzilla crash course for the past year or so. When I was pretty little, I think I once rented a VHS of the original Godzilla from my local library. I don’t remember almost anything, but I think the themes and talking went over my head and I was mostly disappointed he wasn’t punching another monster. Then, I got a McDonald’s toy of the 1998 Godzilla, which was in my regular school backpack rotation for a while, and... that was about the extent of my experience with the guy.

Two of my best friends, though, are huge Godzilla stans who grew up watching just about every movie that’s ever released. After discovering my innocence, they’ve taken it upon themselves to educate me in his big scaly ways.

Most of these screenings were well before I started keeping this journal, so I don’t have deep thoughts on them. We started with Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla - wasn’t impressed by the robotic human characters, but Kiryu is sick as fuck, no getting around it. Next was Anno’s Shin Godzilla - as a lifelong Evangelion fan, I was really tickled by how much the entire movie felt like an extended, live-action Operation Yashima sequence, and the half dozen remixes of Decisive Battle were the icing on the cake. Final Wars, despite clearly being made by some folks who had just seen The Matrix and wanted in on that action, was exactly my kind of schlock and I honestly can’t wait to rewatch it. Tokyo SOS was kind of forgettable? …outside of the scene where the rival punches a fly out of the air one inch from someone’s face, which I now do weekly. And finally, All Monsters Attack was a wild fever dream of a movie; the plot is about a child vividly hallucinating Godzilla fighting giant crabs and shit in order to deal with his own growth and confidence issues, and that all works… exactly as well as it sounds like it would work. Overall, I’ve certainly enjoyed my time with the franchise, but it’s certainly in a more, I dunno, popcorny way.

So color me surprised having seen Minus One and being genuinely impressed on all fronts!

This is easily the most compelling human storytelling out of all the Zils I’ve watched. To be honest, during the long gap between Godzilla’s introduction and his reappearance in the plot, I got so fully invested in the characters and the story that was unfolding, it was a little jarring having a big monster show up. The emotional core of the story, based around a found family trying to find meaning in their lives in a devastated, post-war Japan, was genuinely engaging, well-acted, and absorbing. I guess Godzilla being there is what got my butt into the seat, but I honestly wouldn’t have minded a more grounded take on this scenario/era either.

I quite liked that Godzilla’s design in this movie felt focused around his aquatic habitat - he felt very lithe, crocodilian and deadly in the water.

Similarly, after spending so much time digging into the hopelessness felt at large by the citizens we see, and the widespread devastation of Tokyo after the firebombing, Godzilla coming in and attacking Ginza felt like a gut punch. Typically, in the Godzillas I’ve watched, at least, the moment where Godzilla finally shows up and wrecks shop is a moment for the audience to cheer. You recognize that the horror and destruction he’s wreaking is bad, of course, but for one reason or another the blow is usually softened tonally. In Shin Godzilla, for example, we watch plenty of montages of Japan’s well-oiled, calm evacuation plans being carried out, so we’re not worried as much about the human toll. In the more creature feature entries, like Tokyo SOS, these type of scenes are more WWE throwdown than human catastrophe - the city’s really just backdrop, and it’s time to get hype. Minus One even has some moments like this, in my opinion - the scene when Godzilla first engages the battleship and they cut off his iconic roar has strong “real done with your shit” vibes that make the film’s debut atomic breath a real crowd-pleaser.

But man, the Ginza scene? Absolutely devastating. Panicked, weary crowds, scores of people visibly trampled underfoot, the black rain calling back to Japan’s nuclear strikes… the entire scene is designed to be a nightmare, and I thought it was a powerful decision in a franchise movie to make the viewer squirm and wish the titular character hadn’t shown up at all.

“Godzilla, bro, look. My job? The job I’m working to feed this orphan who showed up on the doorstep of my dead parents' house? That job is shooting active mines out of the ravaged coasts of my country on a fishing boat at great personal risk to myself and my only friends. Did we really need this? Was this warranted? Could you just like, fuck off?”

Overall, I just can’t get over how strong the character work and theming was. There’s a lot of musing on the value of a life, survivor’s guilt, and people grappling with the aftermath of a lost war while figuring out how they can still make a difference in their community. In the opening scene, you can already tell from the conversation between the main character and the engineer that they both understand the war is over, and yet Shikishima carries guilt with him the entire movie about not committing the meaningless sacrifice his country asked of him. He’s absolutely wracked with guilt, feeling that he’ll be rejected by society for failing - and to a degree he is, especially in the first act. After that, though, time and time again, the movie shows a community coming together, refusing to let each other give in and succumb to guilt, and finding ways to rebuild their home and move forward on their own terms, rather than under the direction of a government that's abandoned them.

The standout scene for me was Shikishima’s trauma coming to a peak when he wakes up at night and questions if he’s been dead all along, wondering if his current life is just a hallucination. I feel like I’ve seen that exact scene or moment in other media before, but it always felt like empty words, unconvincing; here, the buildup and acting was just so stellar that I fully resonated with this broken man and bought every word.

#will's media thoughts / virtual brain repository #movies #godzilla #godzilla minus one

[emblemxeno]

Apologies if something like this has been asked before, but what would you say are your favorite things about Fates? I’m curious because I actually like the games quite a bit, and I also enjoy hearing what other people like about them.

No worries, anon!

1-The Characters

Fates, imo, has a very stellar cast. Characters like Corrin, Xander and Takumi I've gone over already in how much I adore them, but honestly the vast majority of the cast is great! There's a few I'm only neutral towards, and only one I actively really dislike, the rest I'm at least pretty fond of. The first gen cast in particular I think does a good job at having strong character interactions, especially cross kingdom supports; the big differences between how citizens of Nohr and Hoshido respectively go about their lives is crafted with a very deliberate dichotomy that is initially platformed as something forever incompatible, but is then subverted in various points in all three routes.

2-The Gameplay and Content

The mechanics and game flow introduced in Awakening I think was finely tuned in Fates. Pair up being more player controlled leads to satisfying strategies, and reclassing and skills are less centered around grinding. I like how the cast more often than not have min-maxed stat lines with clear strengths and weaknesses, as to me, that supplements an already important aspect of how FE plays regarding it's classes. That being said, classes like bow users and Armor Knights got very good niches that were very needed to not be completely outclassed. Class sets being varied by supports not just for the children but also the first gen cast was a fantastic choice as well, as it encourages other combinations beyond just getting extra stats in pair up. Dragon Veins were an amazing interactive gameplay element, and added an extra way to interact with the maps beyond navigating around terrain. Lastly, each route has a bevy of unique content, mostly maps, but Revelation has lots of exclusive supports as well!

3 The Music

The game's ost is phenomenal. An underrated aspect of the FE series is how its music is used to convey the games' stories through sound. With map themes alone, there's progression and intent. Birthright, for example starts with the light and spirited "Past Light" track, before shifting to "Justice RIP" and "No Justice", both signifying that things are getting more serious and dangerous, the latter being notable in that it's a Nohrian track to go along with how you're now in Nohrian territory. Then the triumphic "Alight" only starts when you're in the homestretch, facing familiar enemies whom were beaten before and can be beaten again. And, again, that's just four tracks! The entire ost paints a picture, be it in gameplay, story, or supports. There's even an entire track that only plays when a character's about to die in gameplay, and only gets brought in cutscenes to show how dangerous a particular foe has gotten! It's immaculate. And of course, Lost in Thoughts All Alone is an amazing lyrical track.

4 The Art style and Designs

People can rag on how certain characters or classes are designed in this game, but one thing that I think can't-or shouldn't-be denied is that the cast and setting have presence; they're recognizeable and give a taste of what's what. Besides Hoshido and Nohr being the typical "white" and "black" kingdoms, Hoshido has more spiritual or outside the box classes; they have the resources to experiment and hyper-specialize in certain crafts, even having religious classes, merchants, and blacksmiths available for options. Nohr, meanwhile, has more armor and mounts; it's a kingdom trained to be effective at competition and warfare in order to survive, and must forgo experimentation for practicality. The game is also just very pleasing to look at, where the muted but varied color palette makes characters and locales visually distinct without being too loud. There's also a lot of neat animations that characters do in battle, many that lots probably didn't notice or haven't even seen, which to me showcases a deep care and passion put into the little things.

5 The Story

While of course, not everyon'e cup of tea, I'm extremely fond of Fates' narrative. Mostly because, in storytelling media, there's always more than just words to convey a story. It's why I listed the other points before this one, because they all contribute to Fates' narrative construction. Pull from map music to hear what the story wants you to take from it from that point in the campaign, pull from character designs and portraits to see what to expect from a character's personality at a glance, see stats, classes, and personal skills to see and put into action how that unit plays and interacts with the map they join in, take a moment to really examine the terrain of maps both for strategy and to take in the kinds of environments in the game's world. Fates has a lot to say-probably too much for its own good-and so efforts were made to say things without words being necessary.

Beyond that, I think the story itself is gripping and involves themes and symbolism very easy to get lost in though (tee-hee) about. Individuality and authenticity, rejecting status quo, pacifism, the cycle of hatred/vengeance, commonality and understanding amongst opposites, etc. Hell, I tend to get into my own head about how characters are written or how moments are utilized in the story to tie back into a theme of some kind, because there's just that much to unpack.

So yeah. That's that.

#queue #fire emblem fates #not to say Fates is perfect though #i think there's still could be some kinks ironed out #change around forging and weapon debuffs for example #and the some plot aspects can be a little cheap #but overall what works in the game I find REALLY works and I'm satisfied with that

[arizona2004]

Courts of Love and Hate. CH10

Nyx x Juniper (Tamlins daughter)

WC: 3166

Nyx

The morning passes slowly. After sleeping in we eat breakfast then lay on the floor, in what’s supposed to be a foyer, and make a list of everything we need to buy for the house. I can hardly stand not touching her at every possible opportunity so when another note from my parents arrives asking us to come over for dinner, I have every intention to tell them no and keep her all to myself. 

Juniper has a different idea, though. Snatching the note from my hand, she jotted down a quick response, allowing it to disappear on its own.

“Juniper,” I groan.

“What? We’ve been in here for nearly three days; we should go have dinner with your family. Besides, it would be rude for us to go out shopping today and not at least stop by.”

I relent when she gives me that sultry smile of hers and leans in to kiss me again. I want to get distracted kissing her and bending her over the countertop but she pulls away after a few moments. 

“Let's get dressed and go shopping.”

Out of the house within the hour, we head deep into the city to look at furniture. This is definitely Juniper's scene. Design is one of her favorite past times, her face just lights up when she finds furniture that will “bring the whole room together perfectly.”

I have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about but the happy expression on her face brings a smile to mine. We place several orders to have furniture delivered to the house and grab paint samples for a few of the rooms.

Then, before Juniper can drag me into another store, I pull her to a small restaurant with outdoor seating and force her into a chair. Within the minute someone is taking our order and rushing away to make it. 

“This is really pretty.”

“Mmm,” I hum, “it’s not one of the ones on the Sidra, though. Those are the best restaurants in the city.”

“Really? They’re probably extra beautiful at night then.”

“Yeah. I can take you to one for dinner tonight,” I offer.

“And skip dinner with your parents?”

“I was hoping you’d forgotten.”

She just shakes her head in response, smiling as the waiter sets her plate of food down infront of her. 

Hours later we fall into bed, virtually the only furniture in the house, and try to take a short nap but get distracted and end up more exhausted than before. It’s a rush to get ready for dinner with my parents and we still end up a little late. Juniper’s way more concerned about it than me.

“They’re gonna think I’m not punctual, or a flake.”

“No they won’t,” I sya, trying not to laugh at her unnecessary concern. “We never start dinner on time anyway. And they’ll be more than understanding since we’re newly mated.”

Her cheeks turn the most beautiful shade of pink, the same color as her rosy dress. “You look amazing, by the way,” I say, pulling her closer. “I don’t think I told you that yet.”

“You did. Several times actually.”

“Did i?”

She just rolls her eyes which then go wide as I pull us to a stop in front of the River House. 

“Woah.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” she says, openly gawking.

“Be sure to tell my mom. She designed it.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm, she’s an artist. She designed and decorated just about everything. The garden’s my aunt's doing, though.”

We walk up to the house and the door swings open before we’re even five feet away. Juniper’s obviously still anxious besides me so I grip her hand in mine and resist the urge to punch my smirking uncle in the face where he stands in the doorway.

“I thought it would just be dinner with your parents,” Juniper whispers in my ear.

“No, it’s Sunday: family dinner night.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, it’s probably easier this way,” I say, kissing her forehead before returning my attention to the door. “Uncle Cassian. Any particular reason for blocking the doorway tonight?”

“I was thinking about letting the creatures outside,” he jokes.

“What did I tell you about referring to the children as animals?” Aunt Nesta says, smacking him upside the head as she walks by.

He just rubs the back of it, smiling widely, and moves to the side for us to walk in. My three youngest cousins run by screaming as soon as we step in. One’s Cas and Nesta’s second and the other two are Uncle Azriel’s and his wife’s, all ranging four to eight years old.

I pull Juniper toward the sitting room, ignoring the creatures, and search out the only other person close to our age- Nesta and Cassian’s other daughter, Lenny.

We saw her briefly during the wedding, but I’m eager for her and Juniper to get to know each other more. “Lenny. You remember Juniper, yeah?”

“Was I supposed to forget your sudden arranged marriage?” She raises her brows at me and stands from her seat, gently setting her book to the side.

“He again,” Juniper says from my side. “If I recall correctly you’re Nyx’s closest friend and cousin.”

“Yep, and I used to be his closest confidant too, but it seems he moved on once I moved out to the steeps.”

“The steeps?”

“Illyrian Steeps,” I say. “My Dad offered her a chance to run one of the camps when she turned eighteen last year. She’s there more often than here now.”

“Yeah, I’m only here for a whole week so that those idiots can realize they’re barely surviving without me.”

Juniper

I smile, immediately deciding I like Lenny. I barely saw her during the wedding, but being able to talk to her I realize we have a lot in common. 

I especially enjoy when she tells funny stories about Nyx and he turns beet red from embarrassment. I’m certain he’s grateful when his mother calls us all into the other room for dinner.

We file into the dining room with a large oak table running through it, to find everyone already seated, pulling out chairs, or struggling to get children to hold still. The only seats with placements in front of them remaining are two at the closer end and, to my surprise, the seat at the head of the table.

“I suppose I’ll leave the two of you then,” Lenny says and walks to the end. 

“If we have an even amount of people then no one really sits there, but there's thirteen of us tonight,” Nyx says, answering one of my many silent questions.

“Speaking of,” Cassian starts, “should we be worried? Isn’t thirteen a bad omen?”

“Oh, shut up, Cassian,” the woman I recognize as his wife says.

Nyx pulls out the end seat for me and takes the one between it and one of his younger cousins. “Hi!” The child nearly shouts, leaning forward to look around Nyx. “I’m Baz. I wasn’t allowed to go to the wedding.”

“Oh,” I say, “nice to meet you, I’m Juniper.”

“Yeah, I know. Everyone’s been talking about you,” the Eight year old says.

My cheeks burn in the awkward silence that follows and I have no idea what to say. A few long seconds pass.

“What have they been saying?”

“Oh, all sorts of things,” he says, beaming. “Aunt Feyre said you were very pretty and kind, and mommy said you and Nyx would be a good pair, but Aunt Mor said you can’t be trusted and this is the worst thing to happen. She’s not here because she's mad at everyone.”

There are another few seconds of silence, a few of the adults noticeably cringe and I can feel Nyx’s rage boiling beside me.

Baz continues, probably trying to change the mood, “Uncle Cas said we probably wouldn’t see you for a month because Nyx would be busy fucking you,” he shrugs after laying that detail out there, “whatever that means.”

“You said that in front of my child?” Azriel yells across the table at the other male.

Nyx grips his fork tightly, staring daggers at his uncle, while tiny blue flames lick to life in his hair. 

“Nyx,” I murmur his name and rest a hand on his arm. He calms down after a few seconds, but the shouting between the adults continues.

“This is relatively normal for family dinners,” Nyx says, deciding to ignore everyone and scoop food onto my plate.

“Are you upset now, Juniper? Mama said I might have upset you.”

I turn to the faeling, who I’m already starting to like, with a smile. “No, I’m not upset.”

“Good, then we should be friends.”

The yelling settles down after a few minutes and conversations continue between smaller groups of everyone. At first anyway. After a little while, everyone gives up on trying to mind their own business and I’m dragged into almost every conversation.

Feyre asks about my childhood and siblings. Cassian wants to know if I’ve trained at all but when I say I haven’t and don’t really have an interest in being a warrior he becomes almost completely bored of me. Nyx said not to think anything of it. 

The shadowsinger is silent through most of the meal but all of Nyx’s aunts have questions about one thing or another. You like to read? What books? Adventure.  Do you ever write?I love to. What flowers did you see the most in the spring court? Just about every kind depending on where you are. Do you like to cook or bake? Not really. What music do you like?

Minutes passed like this before Nyx took some of my food and forced me to eat, then not so subtly, told everyone to stop talking to me while I ate.

My favorite part of the evening was talking to Nyx’s cousins, it was then too that I realized how much I love kids. I had to make a mental note to ask Nyx if he wanted any, later, while mildly panicking about the prospect of him not wanting them.

On the way home I’m practically buzzing with anxiety, no longer able to keep the question of whether or not Nyx wants kids in the back of my mind. The possibilities race through me until Nyx stops in front of the house and turns to me with a look of concern in his eyes that practically forces me to confess my thoughts.

“Tell me what’s bothering you. I know my family can be a lot, but I figured after you jumped past the quote bombs Baz passes you could handle anything,” Nyx says, rubbing up and down my arms.

“It’s not that,” I say, remembering what their Aunt Mor had apparently said, “but I do want to talk to you about some of that later.” Nyx just nods in response, already knowing which part I’m referring to. “I was just wondering- We hadn’t talked about whether-” I struggle for a long few moments, not knowing how to phrase this. I’m usually so good with words.

“Go on, love. You can ask anything.”

“Do you want kids?” I blurt the question out, glad it’s finally done but kind of wanting to take it back.

A smile spreads slowly across Nyx’s face. “Yeah, Juniper, I want kids. Do you?”

I nod, biting my lip, relieved to have his answer.

“Right now?”

Shocked at the thought, my eyes widen and I take an actual step away from Nyx. “Mother above, no.”

Nyx laughs suddenly at my response and I can feel his humor down the bond, it warms me from the inside out as he grabs my hand and gently pulls me toward the door of our home.

Five months later

Nyx

Waking, I roll over and reach out a hand for my wife, but find an empty bed instead. I blink my eyes open, noting that the sheets aren’t cold yet, but not warm enough for her to just be in the bathroom.

I groan as I sit up, wishing she were by my side. I climb out of bed, not bothering to pull pants on, and amble down the hall to the stairs. Before I arrive her frustrated sounds fill the silence. She must be trying to put some more of the furniture together.

Most of it’s been sitting in boxes for the past couple of months, neither of us wanting to do anything but lay in bed.

“I was planning on hiring someone to finally put those together,” I say, when I finally get to the top of the stairs, and lean against the banister in all my naked glory.

She doesn’t look up. “Yeah, but I was bored and you were sleeping so I figured I’d try.”

“I’m not sleeping now,” I say, smirking. “And there are a few activities I’ll never complain about being woken for.”

Junipers cheeks pinkin and she starts to chastise me as she looks up but the words never make it out. Her gaze immediately catches on my half hard cock and she turns an even darker shade.

“Come back to bed,” I say, my cock hardening faster the more she looks at it.

“Why don’t you make me?” Her tone is laced with humor and her eyes sparkle, but before I can retort or grab her the front door of our town house swings open.

In half a second I’m standing protectively in front of her, weapons in my hands as my uncles fill my foyer.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap.

“Why are you naked?” Cas asks.

“This is my house!” I yell, moving one of my long daggers to cover my cock.

“He has a point.” Az.

“We came to get you for training,” Uncle Cas says, smiling broadly, “but I guess you had a different form of cardio in mind.”

I clench my jaw, wishing they would leave. “How’d you get in? The door was locked.”

“Your parents have a spare key for emergencies,” Az says as if that explains everything.

“Yeah, I know.”

“We stole it!” Cas practically cheers, eyes lighting up. 

Even Uncle Az smiles a little. “Stealing from your dad isn’t easy. It took us a while.”

“You must be exhausted from all the hard work, then,” Juniper says sarcastically over my shoulder, smiling as widely as my uncles. “We can have coffee in the kitchen while Nyx gets dressed.”

I winnow upstairs, quickly putting on clothes. Juniper laughs downstairs at something one of my uncles said, and the smell of coffee is already floating through the house.

In a matter of seconds I’m downstairs again, standing in the kitchen as Uncle Cas pours milk into his coffee and Uncle Az looks on, cringing at the sight and sipping his black.

“Why the hell are you guys still here?” I grumble.

“We’re hanging out with your wife, obviously,” Cas says, smiling. Winning my family over has practically become a hobby for Juniper and she’s extremely good at it; they all love her. Even Mor is coming around.

I roll my eyes at my uncles and reach for the pot of coffee as they continue their conversation. 

“What are you two up to today?” Azriel asks.

“I’m meeting with someone from the theater to potentially work as one of their writers!” Juniper announces excitedly, just the sound of her bubbling excitement makes me grin, happy she’s happy.

“We’ll all come to the opening night of your first production,” Az promises as Cas nods enthusiastically.

“That’s if I get hired.”

“You’re a good writer, Juniper, they’ll hire you.”

“You’ve read some of her writing, Az?” I ask.

“Mhmm,”he says around a mouth full of food.

“He likes to read, you know? I figured he’d be a less biased reader than you.”

I roll my eyes, knowing full well I’m terrible at giving my mate proper criticism. My uncles leave soon after that when Dad shows up, hitting them over the head for taking his key. He makes a promise to come to dinner tonight, having something important to tell the family, and leaves soon after too.

The rest of the day is uneventful, but something in my stomach stirs, wondering what news my parents have. A part of me already knows and that feeling in my gut is unease or maybe guilt.

Juniper

I hold Nyx’s hand loosely in mine as he swings the door to the River House open, the sounds of his rambunctious cousins greeting us. My smile instantly grows as Baz runs up to hug me and, not to covertly, checks my wrist to ensure I’m still wearing my friendship bracelet. He has several different bracelets crawling up his arms, all for different friends, and everyone in the room has one too.

He pulls me away from Nyx to talk and play with the other kids and I find myself wondering how long I do want to wait for kids. The thought of having them right away all those months ago felt outrageous, but being near these kids makes my hormones crazy.

Nyx seems to pick up on this and smirks wickedly from across the room. Thankfully Feyre interrupts moments later, calling us all in for dinner, so my mate can’t send any of her dirty thoughts down the bond.

The entire meal goes smoothly but I can feel Nyx’s anxiety as he sits by my side. It’s radiating off of him and his parents are far from oblivious to it too. They don’t make an announcement during the meal, though, but Nyx and I both pick up on the fact that the Highlady isn’t drinking wine.

I grip his hand as we move to the sitting room and Feyre smiles broadly, grabbing everyone’s attention as her and Rhys remain standing. Rhys clears his throat, everyone goes quiet. “I’m pregnant,” Feyre says simply. 

No one in the room is surprised and though we’re all happy we all know what this really means.

“It’s still early, but Madja thinks the baby’s a girl.”

The kids seem thrilled, the only people in the room saying anything for a long moment, before a few of their friends get up to congratulate them. Nyx remains, frozen beside me, though, even as we stand, and I wonder if he’s wishing he could take back what we did now that it’s real.

“This is good news,” Rhys says, smiling and gripping Nyx’s shoulder. “Your mother and I made this choice, Nyx, not you,” he reassures and low enough for only the two of us to hear.

Nyx relaxes slightly after that, hugging his mom for a long moment before returning to my side.

“This is good news,” I whisper into his ear, trying to convince him or myself, I don’t know.

We go home hours later, the peaceful bubble we’ve been living in for the last several months popped by the consequences of our actions.

There are defiantly going to be edits made to this story, but for now I just wanted to post it. Also, eventually, I’ll post a story about the other half of the deal between their courts, as well as a story around Junipers other sibling!

#Courts of Love and Hate #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of dreams #adult nyx #nyx x female reader #nyx acotar #nyx x original character #original character #oc

[princess-schez]

Fic: Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare - Chapter 5

Fic: Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare - Chapter 5 Rating: M  Genre: Bill Cipher/Reader fanfic Summary: The Reader has been plagued by violent nightmares for as long as she can remember. Deciding to move to Oregon for a simpler pace of life, it is there she meets the dream demon himself and begins to unravel a mystery connecting them both. **Bill Cipher has entered the chat**

Fic under cut below.

Chapter 5. Throwing open the front door, you saw the rest of the Pines family downstairs and surrounding Stan, who was holding onto the wall for support, an ashen color on his face. They saw you enter, noticing the slightly freaked expression on your face. "Are you okay?" you asked, as Ford helped his brother into the kitchen to sit at the table. Tentatively, you followed behind. "I feel like my head just exploded," Stan replied, rubbing his face. "But the pain seems to be going away now." "Maybe we should take you to the hospital?" Ford asked, to which Stan waved away the idea. "I'm fine," he grumbled. "Besides, quacks work there. I'm not letting some quack near me." Mabel giggled softly, before turning to face you now, worry quickly replacing the tiny bit of joy she felt. "Are you okay? Where did you go?" "I just... Honestly, I don't know. I just went for a walk as it looked so nice outside that I wanted to take it in, you know. Growing up in the city, I never really got to experience much of nature. Not up close at least, and then I saw the strangest thing there. There was this statue of a triangle with one eye just, like, buried halfway into the ground and..." You stopped when you noticed the horrified looks of the people sitting around the table. Everything got eerily quiet, except for the rumbling storm outside. Not even an audible breath escaped from the four people around you. "You didn't... touch the statue, did you?" Ford asked nervously, eyebrows raised, a hint of worry in his voice. "Uh," you thought, thinking back to how harmless it seemed. "Maybe? I mean, like, I kinda did and..." The family shot a nervous glance at one another, obviously knowing something you didn't. A weird feeling of dread nestled in the pit of your stomach for what was already the second time this day. "Why?" you asked, unsure of what was going on. "Did—did I do something?" Dipper looked up, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. He opened his mouth to reply when a quick burst of lightning outside caused the lights inside the house to flicker ominously; the power waning off and on as a burst of loud, maniacal laughter filled the room. Filled the entire house. "Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, this is a surprise I must admit," came the voice, changing tone and echoing around the room from all directions. You looked around, wondering where it came from. It had a unique drawl to it, and one that didn't belong to any of the Pines family. In the middle of the room, a large eye appeared, followed by three lines that connected the top and bottom, forming a triangular shape. You gasped, as the image before you turned into that of the statue you had seen in the forest. A yellow body with a design that looked like bricks near the bottom; complete with the top hat that unnaturally floated atop the point. The thing—whatever it was—hovered midair as it eyed the family with malice so potent you could feel it pouring off it in droves. You stared at whatever it was, unblinking, unsure if this had something to do with your accident the night before; some kind of delayed reaction that only now was manifesting. Then again, if the Pines family saw it too, then it must've been one collective hallucination. That had to be it. The triangle’s pupil moved to stare at you now, a surge of fear and something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint, coursing through you. You sat, unable to move, as the thing stared at you. It was unnerving, creepy even, how its eye almost penetrated your very being. Its eye changed from white with a vertical pupil, to a multitude of colors, shapes, images... you saw the same things in your mind's eye. You forgot where you were; the images became your new surroundings, swirling, blending, as though they transported you to another level of existence... before everything was consumed by fire... and screaming. The image of the deer-headed woman was the last thing you saw… The images stopped, and you were back in the Pines' dining room, the wind having felt like it was knocked out of you. Your eyes still locked onto the creature's, but now his eye was opened wider, as though in shock just as much as you. "You," he whispered. Now your own eyes widened in surprise, unsure what this thing was talking about. Yet you couldn't ponder it more as the thing quickly extended its black hand to you. "Always a pleasure to meet you, beautiful," it said. "Putt'er there." You stared at his outstretched hand. Nothing about this whole scenario making any sense anymore. Life itself was not making sense right now. "Don't be shy, you already took my hand once," the triangle said with a sing-song tone in its voice. You could have sworn it was smiling, noting the way its eye curved. "Don't shake his hand!" Dipper yelled, breaking you from your trance-like state. "It's a trick!" "Ah, Pine Tree, always the optimist," it said, snapping its fingers as Dipper's mouth sealed shut, but his eye never left your face. "Name's Bill Cipher, beautiful. But I know yours," he continued, that same look on his—well, you weren't sure if 'face' was the right word—but there it was, eye curved like he was smiling. "H—how do you know mine?" you asked, slightly panicked. The triangle clapped its hands together in amusement. "I know everything. Master of the mind, dreams, and all that. Like I can tell you the exact date, time, age, and location that Pine Tree here dies. Or better yet, when Grumpy and Grumpier over here kick the bucket." It pointed its thumb back over at the two older Pines men. "Maybe they would look better with their insides worn on the outside?" "Knock it off, Cipher," Ford growled. "How did you get back here, anyway?" "Hell if I know," Bill said, with a sarcastic tone to his voice. "But now that I'm free, again, I'll be around keeping my eye on things. Especially you, beautiful." He tipped his hat toward you as he vanished into thin air. _____ Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 AO3 / Wattpad

#bill cipher x reader #bill cipher #gravity falls #fanfic #my fanfic #fan fic #my writing

[umbrellamedic]

She's summoned to The Pile. 

Foreboding as the name is,  it's not much more than a trio of survivors' best efforts to have safety in numbers outside of trial. Amounting to a bunch of old mattresses and the promise of familiarity.

Carlos hasn't had a lot of exposure to the American birthday song,  so he doesn't try singing it.  Instead,  he employs that wooly voice and sincerity to wish her an uncomplicated: "happy birthday,  Michaela."

He presents to her a page torn out of a lined notepad.  Sketches mark the paper,  in a hand perhaps too macabre and certainly too artistic to be the work of Carlos.  Clever design amalgamations of the USS and UBCS insignia, together.  The splices are colorless prototypes of a crest.

"Maybe it's time we update our patches,  since we've been in here for a while — I know you miss your old friends."  Friends.  Not teammates.  It's both,  in Carlos' point of view.  "Me too."  A beat of silence,  in respect.  As the mind wants to summon the dead in memory. 

"But I'm grateful for the one I got now." As if that explains his intentions. He hadn't the right words.

"Oh, and Muller helped me with these."  When he turns back round,  he's balancing three jelly-filled donuts on stack of styrofoam plates.  Filling provided by a beat-up pot and the meticulous collection of those berries she's been caught enjoying.  Oxblood colored and richly aromatic. "Couldn't find any candles. But I got a flashbang you can throw."

Bertha shows up to The Pile with a medkit and the vague worry that always accompanies meeting Carlos somewhere. Part of her expects morning but blood and the realization that she's too late; or, worse. She forces down thoughts of his undead corpse. She sighs with relief finding him alive and as healthy as any of them can be.

The scene is comforting. Nowhere in the fog smells good, but this place is the least bad. Sometimes she's fortunate enough to be alone and able to find the scent of one of her teammates lingering on one of the old blankets; something that feels safe enough to wrap herself in and lull her to sleep. It is less embarrassing than waking up to find she's wrapped herself around one of her companions in her sleep. Knowing that Carlos is less hesitant about their little safe space than when Nikolai first created it warms her heart on some level. She sets her medkit down.

"You need something?" She isn't asking if he needs, but what she needs.

"Happy birthday, Michaela."

She blinks behind her mask before slipping it off and setting it on the medkit. Hiding her face is not appropriate. Her knit brow and the small, surprised 'o' of her lips on full display. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up to her naked face and remember that she can't just let her mouth hang open. She gives a small, "thank you" before making sure to close her mouth. It's more of a question than her previous statement.

Cornflower eyes scan the page once she accepts it. She doesn't know if it's beautiful or sacrilege.

"Maybe it's time we update our patches,-"

Beautiful. She settles on beautiful. Friends is what Carlos calls her teammates; how he regarded his own. She does not correct him. Bertha, Michaela, sees them as something more. Family is a closer term, but even that does not cover it. The blood of the covenant truly is thicker than the water of the womb. In her mind a true team is individuals bound together at their torn edges. She felt it with the wolf pack. She feels it with Carlos and Nikolai.

She doesn't look up from the sketches until the mention of Jake. It's hard to feel jealous that Carlos has friends outside their team in the face of filled donuts. Her favorite kind, if she has to pick a favorite donut. It looks delicious. It's more than she deserves. Tears swell at the corner of her eyes as her lips spread into a wide smile. Her cheeks warm with her joy. Undeserving of this kindness as she is, she is grateful and so, so happy for it.

"Save your flashbang for trials." She takes the plates carefully; Michaela has no intention of eating all the donuts; she wants to set the plates down and out of the way. "I will be happy knowing they are keeping you safe. And that they are upsetting a killer."

She throws herself at Carlos, confident he can take the impact without going down. Her arms wrap around him as tight as she can. "Thank you. This might be my best birthday." Usually she does not celebrate. Growing up, it was hardly worth celebration every time she survived another year.

She does not let go. She does not want to; not just yet. But she does say softly, humor lacing her tone, "I suppose one of those designs will have to do since you do not have the good sense to accept USS superiority." In truth, she loves the new design. Blended at the edges, as a team should be.

"Did Nikolai draw the designs?" The detail of them leads to her guess. Nikolai has always struck her as a man made up of a thousand little details- even in Raccoon when she would have been happy to crush his skull beneath her boot.

#ubcs #sorry this took so long \o/ #have some explanation of the completely least healthy way to think about a team xD #do you want ghosts BERTHA? this is how you get ghosts #v: dead by daylight

[bread-elf]

DWC Nov. '22 - Day 1

Instinct - Neglect

The forests of Grizzly Hills teemed with life, and deep within the woods resides a cabin, tucked away and seemingly secluded from the rest of the world. A perfect lodge for hunters, but a growing family resides here at this time. They’ve lived here for about a year and the children loved it. Anorah’alah and Vaeren’delar, Kaldorei fraternal twins that are now past the waist height of their human father figure, are playing kickball out in front. Their second youngest sibling, Cylliah, tries to play with them. Tall for a four year old, just a foot away from rivaling the height of her older twin siblings. She joins the team of her sister, Anorah, as they giggle and try to outplay the eldest of the Glaivefall boys, Vaeren. The twins have been enjoying their eighth winter here on this world, but looked forward to when they can return home once the house renovations are complete. Only one child present keeps himself secluded, the youngest boy of the Glaivefalls. Taldreath, the middle child now of six years, sits at a lounge table designed for the outdoors. Despite being the middle child he is one of the smallest, not just in height but also rather frail too. But as his livelier siblings enjoy some physical activity he chooses to color, colored pencils scattered across the table like a work desk as he’s invested in a coloring book. The introvert of the family, but content to work on his little drawings. Jason Helsong checks on the group from the doorway of the cabin, happy to see them lively and occupied. The human man, carrying the affliction of the worgen curse, has settled in well into his new life. In fact he’s getting ready to head out by himself; it’s his turn to pick up his own daughter, Gwen, and bring her over to spend time with her father and her new family. Instincts tell him to go dote on his fiance one more time before leaving, and he gently closes the door and steps forth into the cabin. He walks into the kitchen where he last saw her, and finds her where he left her. Cleaning dishes after their last meal, taking the opportunity of the children’s playtime to be productive. Yet he finds her just standing there, glancing out towards the window, sponge in hand becoming dryer as the seconds tick on. Lost in her own little world as the dishes are neglected, and it’s something that’s been becoming more prominent as the years silently roll by. Jason steps forward, cautiously placing a hand on the Kaldorei woman’s lower back. It snaps her back to reality, turning as those midnight eyes gaze at him, still dark after all this time. He leans up to plant a kiss on her cheek, and for a moment her worries melt away. “You look tired.” Jason points out, the love in his cloudy eyes mixed with worry. “I can finish the dishes if you want.”

“No, no, I’m fine.” Jiroki Glaivefall turns her head away, resuming her task. “I was just zoning out. You better hurry, it’ll be starting to get dark by the time you make your way back.” Jason gives pause, watching his fiance’s face as she focuses on washing the dishes. The sunrays the beam in make her moonstone earring glint in the light, a token from her vows with her mate. Her mate who he still has yet to meet, even after all these years, who is… somewhere. He knew that she knew, or at least knew of his well being. He admired how steadfast and resolute she’s been all this time, yet heartbroken to see her go through this, knowing who she’s thinking of when she ‘zones out’.

Her face begs for another kiss, and he obliges by giving another one on her cheek, enticing some giggles out of her this time before he steps away. “We’ll stop by a bakery to bring back some stuff.” He says, starting to fasten his gloves and satchel on, ready for the walk to Amberpine Lodge for the flight master, boots thudding lightly against the wooden floors. “I love you.~” “I love you too.~” Jiroki calls out before he exits the door. From the window in front of her she can keep an eye on the children outside, the ones playing pausing as they see Helsong getting ready to leave. Seeing her bloodline interact with him gives her joy, yet a pang blossoms in her chest yet again as she glances down. Still cleaning but letting her mind drift to her missing mate again, feeling his life essence pulse from the earring she wears. A constant reminder that he’s alive and well, and not with her. “Ahmran…” @daily-writing-challenge

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Clean before it's too late

1. After the winter season is over, take time to power wash or scrub your cushions and lay them out in the sun to dry. To eliminate any mold and mildew on exterior surfaces of the furniture, mix a solution of half water and half white vinegar in a spray bottle. Spray it onto any problematic area and scrub with a soft-bristled brush. Rinse off with fresh water. 2. Remove food spills as soon as they happen by using a wet cloth or paper towel that has been dipped in baking soda mixed with warm water. 3. Use protective covers to shield against UV rays and other damaging elements like rain, snow, ice, salt and bird droppings. 4. Once you're done enjoying your furniture outdoors this year, give everything one last thorough cleaning before bringing them back inside for storage; this will help protect against the build up of insects such as termites that can damage wood's structural integrity

Stain removal 101

It's pretty easy to remove most stains from a piece of furniture. The trick is to use the right kind of cleanser, the right amount of time, and the right technique. Luckily, there are some tried-and-true steps you can follow when you're faced with stains like these:

- If it's fabric, pretreat by wetting with a solution made up mostly of water and dish soap or laundry detergent. Let sit five minutes before scrubbing out stain. If stubborn, blot dry with a clean towel and treat again if needed. - For tough spots on hard surfaces, apply a paste made of baking soda and liquid dishwashing detergent mixed together in equal parts; let set five minutes before scrubbing out stain using an old toothbrush or sponge dipped in soapy water; rinse area well afterward. - For grease stains, soak overnight in club soda then wash as usual in warm water with washing machine setting on delicate.

Prevent future staining

To prevent stains from becoming permanent, maintain a consistent level of moisture on the surfaces of the patio or porch. Apply liquid laundry detergent to form a thick film over the surface and allow it to dry. Rinse off this initial application before reapplying more. Liquid dishwashing soap mixed with water can also work in a pinch, but use these cleaners sparingly as they can leave soapy residues behind. This is the most important and also the most expensive way to avoid future staining. It's critical to maintain a fresh coat of oil or protectant, which acts as a sealant against weathering and dirt buildup, on your outdoor furniture in order to keep it looking good and less likely to get dirty. The other secret is never leave food out on the table and make sure you put away anything that could drip.

Let the sun do its thing

The easiest way to maintain your exterior-facing materials is to just let the sun do its thing. Take advantage of summer’s bright daylight hours and place your furnishings in a sunny location at least three times a week. This will expose any mildew, mold, or stains that are likely on the surface and make them easier to spot and deal with. With regular sun exposure, you can keep mildew growth to a minimum throughout the rest of the year when natural light isn't as intense. Avoid high-traffic areas: When storing away your furniture during the winter months, be sure to avoid placing it near doorways or high traffic areas where snow may be tracked onto it. Cleaning snow off of furniture before it freezes helps remove excess moisture from surfaces which can lead to cracking and other damage during colder weather. Be mindful of wet surfaces: Be careful about what you're putting on or near your outside seating - especially if there's water involved! Liquids like coffee, wine, and sodas should never come into contact with your fabrics because they'll leave behind unsightly stains that could take weeks to wash out. Make time for deep cleaning: Lastly, remember to set aside some time this fall for a deep cleaning of all items in this category. Clear out the leaves and debris that collected over the course of the year and give your cushions a good shake out. Spray down both upholstery and frames with an organic cleaner such as Mrs.

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[cullens-babe]

The Rise of Bloom Lavellan

Chapter 8: Fitting In

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Helllooo!! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

By the way, I learned that the mages were able to go outside for some exercise or something, and...I hope that's true because I included that part lol.

Also, there is proofreading, but forgive me if some stuff is off or wrong!

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First Enchanter Irving stood at the door and looked at the commander. He had a look of skepticism on his face.

"First Enchanter! A surprise to see you at this time," the knight-templar stuttered out.

"Why would it? I always check on the others before I rest," he said quietly.

"Oh, I must've forgotten," he said sheepishly.

Irving laughed. "That is all right. Why don't you head to your quarters? I can deal with this mage."

The knight-templar nodded and excused himself. Bloom let out a sigh and relaxed her posture once he was gone.

Irving walked closer to her and smiled. "He didn't do anything, did he?"

"No. He just walked in when you stopped him. He asked about my book and mentioned the curfew."

"Of course he would." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do not mind the templars. Some just want to push your buttons," he said with a small chuckle.

She laughed in return and nodded. "I know. I've learned to sort of block them out. At least the bad ones."

He nodded. "That's good." He looked down at the book she had in her hands. "Did you want to check it out? You can tell the bookkeeper and take it back to your quarters, if you like."

She gasped quietly and smiled brightly. "Yes! Thank you! I'll hurry so I don't go over curfew." She turned and walked further into the library to find the bookkeeper. She didn't get far before she heard someone behind her.

"Oh, you found the book," a voice said behind her.

Bloom turned around to see a girl with black, wavy hair stand behind her. She wore the same design of her robe, but it was a slight brownish color. "She must be another apprentice," she told herself.

"Yeah, I've been looking for it for weeks. I honestly thought it got lost," Bloom said with a giggle.

The girl blushed and looked away. "Oh, sorry. I was borrowing it. I just kept forgetting to bring it back."

"Is she embarrassed? Why?" Jahel asked.

"Oh! I do the same thing, too. I just always," Bloom paused as she tried to explain. Jahel always reminded her to bring the books back when she was done, but she couldn't tell her. "I-I just always write what book I have on a piece of paper and when I should return it," she stumbled out.

The girl looked back at her. "Well, that seems like a good way."

It went silent between the two for a moment before the girl sighed. "I know you don't have to help, but I was hoping you could help me find the sequel to that book."

Bloom tilted her head. "There's a sequel to this book?"

The girl smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it isn't well known, though."

"Why?"

"A lot of people don't think the sequel is as good as the first, so it kinda gets lost within this library. I usually ask the book keeper for help, but it gets embarrassing."

"Well, I can help you," Bloom said with a smile.

The girl's smile widened. "Really? Thank you!" She quickly hugged Bloom. "Sorry."

"It's alright. I don't mind hugs."

The girl ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "Thank you," she said honestly. "A lot of others aren't like this. They just yell and push me off."

"Well, don't worry, miss. I won't be doing any pushing."

"Michaela."

Bloom tilted her head. "What?"

"My name is Michaela." She looked away bashfully. "I realize I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Michaela and I'm an apprentice just like you."

Bloom smiled. "Well, if we're doing introductions, my name is Bloom. I'm glad to meet another apprentice!"

"You're making friends quicker than I thought you would," Jahel said with a laugh.

The two girls laughed and walked to a different bookcase. Bloom helped her look for the book and they both checked their books out.

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Honestly, I wasn't surprised to hear how she made friends. She was nervous and blunt when I first met her, but once you got to know her, she's sweet as she can be. Her heart is soft and I'm glad to know she was more open as a kid. She had Melody, Michaela, and Landon by her side for a few months, and she was happy.

But her kindness wasn't done, and it wasn't done reaching others. She had a few more people to meet and it's so amusing. The irony.

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"How about you show me what you learned!" Bloom told Landon as they walked through the Circle's halls. It was time for them to go outside and enjoy fresh air, and she always took that as an opportunity to learn more about the templar training.

Landon looked away sadly. "I don't know if I can. They always tell me I can't tell people who aren't templars."

She leaned in closely. "But it's just me. I won't tell a soul," she whispered to him with a little giggle.

He rolled his eyes slightly and smiled. "I know you wouldn't, but I really can't. I'm sorry."

She waved him off with a smile. "It's alright, don't worry about it. I can probably learn about it in a book in the huge library we have."

He giggled. "Yeah, we really do have a big library. I wonder where all the books came from," he wondered.

"That is a good question. Where did they come from?" Jahel asked.

"Probably from the Chantry or some other holy source," Bloom thought.

Jahel giggled softly. "A holy source? What do you count as a 'holy' source?"

"I don't know! Just...somewhere holy!"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Oh!" She said as she realized she had been silent for a minute. "I was just thinking about going outside. I am a little excited."

"What are we going to do? Just walk around again?" Landon asked with a sigh.

"We could pick some flowers," she suggested.

"But that's still a little boring!" He groaned.

She crossed her arms. "Well, why don't you hang out with the other templars? They usually talk and you know...watch us."

He snorted. "But that's just creepy. I don't feel like staring at others."

"Then go mess with the templar kids, not adults. They're usually doing something interesting. I won't be alone if you go."

He tilted his head and smirked. "You've already become popular?"

This time, it was her turn to roll her eyes. "No! I just met two other girls. One is Melody and one is Michaela."

"Well, I'm glad!" He grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm glad you're not alone when I'm training."

"I'm glad, too, Bloom," Jahel told her. He was always happy when his sister was happy, and he never liked her being alone. He was truly glad she had others by her side, other than him.

After that, they continued to chat about multiple topics until they were able to get away from the Circle.

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"Oh, Bloom! There you are!" Melody said.

Bloom sat under a tree with flowers around her. She was twisting and folding them into different crowns and she slightly jumped when she suddenly heard Melody in front of her. She looked up to see her sitting in front of her.

"Oh! Hi, Melody. You scared me," she said with a nervous laugh.

Melody's face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just looking for someone I knew and I saw you!"

"I'm glad to see you, too, Melody."

"Bloom!" A voice shouted.

She looked past Melody to see Michaela running towards the two.

"Hi, Michaela!"

The girl sat next to Melody and smiled. "Hello, my name is Michaela." She held out her hand and Melody took hers gently.

"My name is Melody. It's nice to meet you." She shook her hand and smiled politely.

Michaela let go and looked down at the flowers. "You've got a lot of flowers here. What are you doing with them?"

"I'm making flower crowns!" She held out her hands to see a few flowers tied together.

"Oh! Can you show me how?" Melody said with excitement.

Bloom laughed nervously. "I-I don't think I'm too good at them."

"Then, we can all struggle together, right?" Michaela added, trying to show a positive side.

"It's alright, Bloom! You're doing really good, you know? So why don't you all work together?" Jahel encouraged. "Besides, I want to see what a flower crown would look like!"

She went silent for a moment, but eventually smiled and nodded. "Alright, I guess we can do it together."

The other two smiled and left to grab a few flowers of their own. Once they left, she looked out into the area to see many different groups together. A group of teenage mages sat under a tree, all reading different books and chatting. A group of children with dolls were playing and laughing. A group of kid templars looked like they were training. Landon was among them, and she smiled at the happy look on his face.

But then she noticed someone by the dock. The figure looked like a kid, and they were sitting with their legs dangling in the water. They were by themselves and she felt slight sadness.

"Are the girls still looking for flowers?" Bloom asked Jahel.

"Give me a moment," he said. A moment passed before he responded. "Yes, they are! You have a few minutes before they come back. We can go check on that person."

She smiled. "Good. I don't want them to feel left out."

Bloom stood up and brushed off the leaves and slight dirt off herself. She gently placed her barely complete crown down and walked towards the dock. As she got closer, she could see the person clearer. It was a little girl with blonde hair, she wore clothes like Landon, and she stared into the water.

But why did she look so sad?

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OKAY! I made this a little shorter because the parts I left in were a little long, so I just moved them to the next chapter.

Reblogs and likes are always appreciated!

And btw when I said 'Jahel said' I mean that he told her but she can only hear it. Like it's in her head. Just making sure people understand and don't think that he's talking and people are just ignoring him lol.

And when she's talking in italics, she's talking back to him but in her head. So she's like thinking ya know? Anyways yeah!

#dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #my writing #The Rise of Bloom Lavellan #Ugh I love Bloom so much. And Jahel. #I love all of my characters GOSH! But anyways the next chapter will have a time skip among it. Like yeah because I can't just make each #chapter about her childhood so I'm going to do a good time skip to an important time in her life #that adds to her character. Chapter 9 will be the chapter where origins starts. Like DAO. #Just saying so you know why I'm going to do a time skip lol. But yeah it will be happy in the next chapter. But also sadness >:). #BUT YEAH BYE-

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So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.

The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class.  I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.

I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.

Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.

10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.

The Parents

From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.

Or while it was still bleeding.

If she was into that.

Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.

Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.

And he always gets his due.

He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.

Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~

Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.

Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.

This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.

Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?

Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.

Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.

What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.

Mortesha would know.

The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.

Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.

The Children

Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.

Anyway.

Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!

Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.

Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got  natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.

I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace.  I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.

Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.

She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.

Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.  

That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.

Annnnyway.  This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.

#long post #the addams family #Character Design #au #design challenge #i am incapable of doing a design challenge like a normal person #oh god i forgot the cut lol