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alastor-simp · 5 months

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Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis Reacting to a reader who sings like Japanese singer “Ado”

Deciding to try doing another fandom, so I’m gonna do black butler. Only doing Sebby and Ciel since I’m more in tune on how to write them compared to the other characters. Gonna continue the Ado series with them too. I know that this was the Victorian Era so they didn't have stuff like Youtube, so I'm gonna try to change it a bit, and not include that. Enjoy everyone :)

Ciel Phantomhive♟️

♟️Ciel had many duties to attend to as he was the head of Phantomhive manor along with being the Queen’s Watchdog. Apart from filling out paperwork for his company, he had many hobbies that Sebastian help teach him like hunting or playing the violin.

♟️He had met you by Lizzy, as she had found you during one of her strolls in London. You were a frail little thing, but you had a certain amount of skills, so Ciel decided to hire you as a maid for the manor. Hopefully your skills you be much better then the other three. You were a fast learner, and quickly adapted to life at the manor. Both him and Sebastian were impressed with how well you handle your tasks.

♟️Ciel was on his way back to his office when he heard the sound of someone singing. Curious, he headed to wear the sound was coming from and made his way over to one of the rooms which had the door slightly open. Ciel peeked in and saw you in the middle of the room, leaning against the window. You had just finished up dusting the area and decided to take a small break, and while in your break, you started singing as it was something you loved to do.

♟️Once you finished, you heard the sound of clapping and turned to see Lord Phantomhive, leaning against the door with a small smile on his face. “Ahh, Young Master, I was just um-”, you were flustered and tried to explain yourself, but Ciel just put his hand up, which made you stop talking

♟️ “I am not upset with you, y/n. I’m very surprised actually. You never told me you could sing.” Ciel said as he walked closer towards you, standing next to the window. You went on to explain to him that you always loved singing, but you had a slight problem with revealing yourself to everyone as you preferred keeping your identity hidden.

♟️Ciel listened to you and he smiled softly, walking closer to you and grabbed your hand, holding it tightly. He said that you were very talented and should pursue what you loved doing instead of working as a maid. You would still live in the manor, but he would do everything he can to support you in anyway. He knew that hiding your identity would be a challenge, but he assume that maybe a mask would be beneficial to hide your identity.

♟️After that, Ciel would host events at the manor where he would have you perform in front of all of the guests. Everyone was blown away by you that all of the nobles were gossiping about who you were. Pretty soon, you were getting requests to perform at theaters and balls. Everyone was referring to you as the mysterious singer since no one could see your face when you performed, but no one really question it.

♟️Ciel was happy for you that you were achieving your dreams and he was glad to assist in any way with events. He also would like to know what was the new song you were working on, as he was feeling giddy, but he tried to tried to hide it to avoid teasing from Sebastian.

♟️His favorite song that you sang was a cover you did called " Crime & Punishment". He wasn't familiar with that genre of music, but he did enjoy it, and loved how high you went with certain notes in the song.

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Sebastian Michaelis😈

😈Sebastian had many duties to fulfill for his young master. There was many tasks he had to play, playing his role as a butler for the manor while also serving as the demon contractor/protector for the young masters soul. Tasks like this for a human would be difficult, but for Sebastian it was nothing.

😈Since Sebastian as been around for a long time, he possessed many talents and skills, ranging from speaking Latin, horseback riding, and playing certain instruments. He was tasked with teaching the young master these things as he was the Lord of Phantomhive manor, though his skills for the violin needed a lot of work.

😈Sebastian had met you during one of his strolls in London. He was on his way back from receiving supplies, when he passed an alley and saw you being held against the wall by three men, with knives. Ahh humans, always so greedy that they would resort to stealing from a young maiden. It all happen so quick, one second you were being threatened by these guys for money then all of a sudden, all three of the men ended being knocked out, and a tall handsome man wearing a suit was in front of you. You thanked him for helping you, and went out of your way to say you were looking for a place to work, to which led you to being introduce to Ciel Phantomhive and becoming a maid for the manor.

😈Sebastian noticed that you were nothing like the other three workers, as you didn't possess any secret skills, but he did appreciate how quick you were to learn and perform your tasks at the manor. There was something about you that drew you to him, he wasn't sure what it was, but he figured there was more too you then just being a regular human.

😈Upon leaving the young masters study after serving him his afternoon tea, Sebastian started to make his way back to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal, and to make sure Bard wasn't using the flamethrower again. He stopped once he heard the sounds of someone singing nearby. Curious, he ventured closer to where the singing was coming from, and noticed that one of the doors was opened slightly. Peeking his head through the door, Sebastian saw you in the middle of the room, dusting one of the shelves, while singing a random melody.

😈"Oya, this human is very interesting", Sebastian thought as he entered the room slowly as not to disturb your singing. Upon turning around after you finished dusting, you dropped the feather duster in shock and covered your mouth as you realized Sebastian was in the room and heard you singing: "S-sebastian! U-um I was um-." Stumbling over your words, you were unable to explain anything to him, and quickly ducked your head down in embarrassment. Chuckling, Sebastian walked closer towards you, lifting your head by placing his fingers on your chin: "Your singing is quite beautiful, Y/N. How come you never told me or the young master you could sing?"

😈Looking away from his gorgeous eyes, you explained to him that you always loved singing, but you preferred to sing in private, or sing where no one could tell it was you. You apologized again if you had distracted him from his duties, but Sebastian just shook his head and smiled saying there was no need to apologize for something like this, but he still wondered why you decided to work as a maid and not a singer.

😈After that, Sebastian explained what had happened with the young master about your hidden talents and insisted in a plan that could benefit both his company and your dream. Ciel was surprised that Sebastian had taken an interest in you, but he didn't think to hard on it and listened to what plan Sebastian had in mind.

😈The both of them discussed the plan with you to be a private singer for the Funtom company. Whenever they would travel to an event for one of the other lords, they would have you there to sing and entertain the guests with your beautiful singing, in disguise of course as you were insistent that you wanted your appearance hidden from everyone. Word spread quickly over the streets of London about the mysterious singer of the Funtom company, including reaching the Queen herself as she was amazed by this singer and sent a letter to Lord Phantomhive herself, requesting the mysterious singer to attend the next ball/event she would plan.

😈Sebastian was quite pleased with how well things were going. Not only was the young masters company becoming extremely popular now, but also you were able to do what you loved which was sing. Of course, Sebastian had to make sure your needs were met and made sure you were not overworking yourself too much as what kind of butler would he be if he didn't provide the best care for you.

😈His favorite song of yours is "Domestic De Violence" . He finds the melody to be very beautiful and finds the lyrics to be very manipulating, but in a good way for him.

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sweetchcolate · 7 months

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The sight of dancing nobles in overly fancy outfits filled Shall fen Shall with the vaguest sense of nostalgia, if only because it reminded him of the balls Liz used to attend. He held no love for the formal events — never a participant considering his being a fairy — and neither had she: even at seven years old, Liz already had declared balls to be boring and stuffy affairs.

Not that he disagreed.

Back then, he used to find refuge on balconies and rooftops to wait for Liz, away from the ruckus of high-end society gathered in one room, and he would have done as much tonight if not for the fact that meant taking his eyes off Anne.

The girl attracted trouble like magnet, and he dreaded leaving her to her own devices even for one evening — that time she had to send him away from Albarn’s castle or the way she narrowly avoided getting her hands melted at the Radcliffe workshop were a testament to how bad things could get.

Plus, not knowing her whereabouts made his chest feel tight and unpleasant. Only Anne’s presence seemed to soothe the ache, and so he had taken to seeking her company whenever he could.

Tonight, it was not possible.

He managed to put aside his antisocial tendencies and his general dislike of human gatherings for a while, but quickly grew annoyed of being gawked at and people trying to pet him. It didn’t help that Mythril Lid Pod had vanished long ago after stuffing himself full of human food and liquor, leaving Shall fen Shall to deal with everything on his lonesome while the partygoers kept Anne busy with their small talk.

As soon as she had her back turned, he’d slipped away, wading through the throng of noblemen and noblewomen to find peace on the second floor overlooking the ballroom. From there, he looked for Anne.

It hadn’t been difficult spotting her: she stood out with her gangly limbs and plain pink dress, a veritable (albeit cute) scarecrow in a field of fancy and flashy gowns.

Smile bright, she spoke to a gaggle of nobles gathered around her about the sugar sculptures exposed tonight. The lord of the castle had commissioned them expressly for tonight's event, and it had taken Anne about a month of hard labour to finish everything in time.

The past four weeks had consisted of her waking before sunrise and working well past sunset, while he and Mythril Lid Pod assisted as much as they could — which was very little. Their help consisted of handing Anne the coloring powders or tools she needed, helping her grind sugar, and moving things around for her. The few free moments she had were whenever they got her to take a break to eat and the few hours of sleep she got at night.

Though in his opinion, calling it sleep was generous: it was more like an exhaustion-induced coma.

As recompense for all of Anne’s efforts and on top of the generous monetary compensation, the lord had allowed her and her companions (at Anne's behest they be included) to participate in the party he was hosting, and that was how Shall fen Shall found himself attending yet another ball.

For the one most precious to him.

Below, it seemed Anne was finished talking as she bowed to thank her audience, the crowd around her dispersing. She looked around her once, twice, a frown settling on her face before she made her way to the stairwell to gain some height, still inspecting the crowd for something.

Or, he suspected, for someone.

After a while, she started to eye the second floor. It wasn’t long before their gazes met, and her face lit up in recognition. Shall fen Shall couldn’t help the fond smile on his lips nor the slight flutter in his chest as Anne hurried towards him.

“Shall! I was looking for you!” she exclaimed when she reached him. She smoothed the skirt of her dress, which she had grabbed in her haste. “I thought you’d left already.”

As if I would ever leave you, was the first thought that came to mind, but he managed to swallow it just in time: it was just too honest and raw an answer. Instead, he settled for teasing her, something he was more familiar with.

“That is just asking for disaster.”

Anne pouted. “It’s not like I go looking for trouble on purpose, you know?”

Oh, he knew. He didn’t even want to imagine the messes she’d get involved in if she did. “Instead, it’s trouble that finds you.”

“You worry too much. Come on, what’s the worst thing that could happen at a party?”

Knowing her track record, she ought to be more careful with what she said. Shall fen Shall merely raised a brow to convey his disbelief, and Anne seemed to come to the same realization since she flushed in embarrassment.

“R-right.” She cleared her throat. “Where’s Mythril Lid Pod? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Probably sleeping off all the alcohol in his system.”

“Oh… did he drink that much? Do you think he’ll be okay?”

Shall fen Shall snorted. In his experience, little fairies were like cockroaches: annoying, fast, and indestructible.

“He’ll be fine.”

“I hope he won’t have too much of a hangover tomorrow…”

They lapsed into comfortable silence after that, leaning on the guardrail and watching the scenery before them. Couples twirled and waltzed about, lazy, careless, some completely off tempo. Their bright jewelry shone under candlelight and the wild coloring of their clothes reminded Shall fen Shall of exotic fishes.

He blamed that odd thought on Mythril Lid Pod. Being around him started to fill his head with nonsense.

He settled for observing Anne instead. Compared to the other partygoers, her outfit was much more modest, but the simplicity of her ankle-length pink dress had an appeal of its own. She’d completed the look with matching ribbons wrapped around her wrists — real jewelry was costly, she’d once told him — and had left her hair loose. It curled around her face, shoulders, and waist like a veil that just begged to be brushed back to reveal its secrets.

But no matter how her appearance changed, deep down, she was still the familiar scarecrow he’d met over a year ago: proud of her work, confident in her skills, strong in her convictions, but most importantly, kinder than anyone else.

Anne caught him staring and smiled. “Are you bored?”

“Once you’ve seen one ball, you’ve seen them all.”

“Oh? Did you attend a lot of events like this?”

“One too many,” he sighed.

She giggled at the long-suffering in his tone, shoulders shaking with unrestrained mirth. “I know big parties aren’t your thing, so I’m glad you came with me, Shall.” The candles lighting up the ballroom cast a warm glow in her caramel apple eyes, highlighting the gentle curve of her lips. “I really appreciate it.”

His features softened. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Hm-mm! I’ve never gone to a ball like this, so it’s all new to me. It was a nice change of pace!” After that, she glanced back at the crowd, and murmured with longing, almost as if talking to herself: “I just…”

“Just?”

She jumped and waved her hands in front of her with an awkward laugh. “Nothing! It’s nothing at all…”

“What is it?”

“Never mind, Shall. It’s fine…” With that, Anne bent her head, hiding behind her strawberry blonde hair and playing with one of the ribbons around her wrists.

Her reaction left Shall fen Shall stumped for a moment.

Just what had she been able to say? Anne was an open person and rarely held her words and feelings — when she did, it was out of consideration for the people around her (namely Mythril Lid Pod and himself). Even then, a simple encouragement on their part was enough to keep her going.

He decided to try his luck: he’d push her a bit, but would stop if she showed true discomfort.

He kept his movements slow, so that Anne had the chance to back away at any moment. He first started by tucking away some of her hair behind her ears, fingers lingering there for a second. Encouraged when she didn’t recoil, he put his fingers to her chin, gently tilting her face towards him.

She didn’t show a hint of resistance, but her eyes refused to meet his.

“Tell me,” he ordered, firm, yet soft at the same time.

Anne bit on her bottom lip, her skin growing redder and hotter by the second as a bead of sweat formed on her cheek. After a moment, she started to fidget and squirm on her feet, but she did not pull back from his grasp.

With a sigh, heart dropping, Shall fen Shall let his hand fall down and took a step back. There was no point in pushing Anne if she was genuinely uncomfortable.

“Sorry. You don’t have to say if you don’t want—”

Anne lurched forward to grab his hand, eyes wide. “N-no, it’s not like that! It’s…” Her shoulders hunched, as if bracing herself, and she muttered: “It’s just embarrassing to say.”

Something twinged in his chest, unpleasant and heavy at the same time. The wilted flower look didn’t suit Anne. He wanted her to be bright and confident, to feel free to tell him everything that came to her, down to the silliest thought she could come up with.

He raised their clasped hands between them so that the back of her hand rested against his chest, near his heart. The gesture made Anne look up at him, cheeks still pink, conflicted emotions shining in her eyes, and he laced his next words with all the seriousness he could muster, hoping his true feelings would come across.

“You can tell me anything. I won’t laugh. I won’t tease you.”

Anne worried her lip and he waited, quiet, expectant, patient, as she considered his words. At long last, she said, “I wish I could have danced.”

He blinked.

He blinked again.

By the third blink, he had registered her sentence.

Right.

When people thought of balls, they thought of dancing, a chance to break from the monotony of routine and to fulfill romantic fantasies born from daydreaming and curiosity. Anne was no exception, though her excitement had been quickly replaced by what he called her sugar crafting state.

And yet, when the night of the ball finally rolled in, she didn’t get the opportunity to just relax and fool around, most of her time spent entertaining guests and their small talk regarding her work as a young and female silver sugar master. She did so with a smile, but it seemed part of her had yearned for a dance, a longing he hadn’t caught.

(A small voice in the back of his mind told him that if the Powell boy had been here, he’d have noticed her true feelings long ago.)

“Then, would you like to dance?” he blurted out, tongue moving faster than his brain.

“Huh? With whom?”

“With me.”

Her features shifted into the depressing, heartbreaking kind of expression someone made when they thought they were being pitied, which made the twinge in his chest worse, like someone was squeezing his lungs.

“You don’t have to force yourself to do that for me.”

Shall fen Shall wanted to shake her. Did he not give up his wing for her sake? Did he not protect her from any harm? Did he not look out for her at any hour of the day or night? There was nothing he wouldn’t do or put up with for Anne’s sake, and at this point, a dance barely registered as a bother.

Especially not when weighted against her happiness.

“Come on scarecrow,” he huffed, “this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

Without waiting for her reaction, he rearranged them into a proper dancing position. He drew her by the waist, ignoring her squeak of surprise, and guided one of her hands to his shoulder before grabbing the other one.

This close together, there was little elsewhere to look, and he couldn’t help but take in her features: the specks of orange and brown in her irises, the length of her lashes, and the faint freckles dotting her nose and cheeks like stars on a milky sky. He was glad that his hands were occupied, otherwise he was sure he’d be tracing those same features with his fingertips, to memorize them both by sight and touch.

“S-shall?” she squeaked, breaking his focus.

He swallowed, mouth dry.

Right.

Dancing.

“I’ll lead,” he told her, “Just follow me.”

He dragged his mind away from Anne-related thoughts to focus on his footsteps, which were slow at first — it had been decades since he had put these skills to use after all. Back, left, forward, right; back, left, forward, right, the pattern went. As he gained in confidence, he moved faster, which caused Anne’s grip to turn white-knuckled, a line of tension running from her fingertips to her shoulders. She stumbled, stepping on his foot (which he barely felt), and he caught the wince on her face.

“Sorry!”

He frowned. What was the point if Anne didn’t enjoy herself?

He recalled his experience as Liz’s dance partner: when her lessons made her miserable or when she felt like giving up, one thing had managed to cheer her up, even if it was a bit unconventional. Maybe it would work with Anne?

He made them come to a standstill, setting both hands on her waist and making sure his grip was secure. Then, without so much as a warning, he drew Anne off her feet to twirl her around.

“Shall!” she squealed in shock.

He grinned. He sent her spinning again and again until her surprise turned into laughter, and he relished in the sweet sound, committing it to memory. When he finally set her down, Anne wobbled before grabbing his shoulders and leaning against him for support, cheeks flushed and eyes shining.

“I didn’t know this was a dance move!”

“It’s not. I made it up.” He tucked away flyaway strands of her hair with one hand, the other circling her waist to keep her steady. “Want another go?”

“I’m good!” she laughed.

He soaked up her cheerfulness, her smile, and the feel of her in his arms. Her naturally sweet smell was even more potent up close, surrounding him like he had been showered in silver sugar, and it made him want to bury his face in her hair, to fill his lungs with her scent.

He was debating whether he should act on his thought — would it be out of place, considering their proximity and the mood between them? Would it raise Anne’s suspicions? — when she broke the silence.

“Hey, Shall?”

“Hm?”

“I was wondering: where did you learn how to dance?”

The answer to her question came easily: he had a young Liz to thank for forcing him to be her dance partner and suffer lessons together. In other words, she went through the lessons first, then inflicted them on him.

Saying it out loud was another story.

His time with Liz was among his most precious memories and he often thought of those days with fondness. They had been a comfort that had kept him going for over the seven decades he’d spent as a slave, his only possession when he had nothing to his name, not even his own wing.

But at times, remembering this period of his life, what he had and what he lost, felt like a burden. The years might have dulled the hurt, but it only made nostalgia all that more painful. When he met Anne, her similarities to Liz had been almost unbearable, made worst with the fact she owned him (whereas Liz never had such kind of power over him).

It was a blessing and a curse, all rolled up in one.

“Shall…” Anne murmured with a tenderness that could melt iron, seemingly catching on to his inner turmoil. She squeezed his shoulders in a comforting manner. “You don’t have to say if you don’t want to.”

This girl… she really was too good to be true…

“Don’t be silly, scarecrow,” he scoffed without any heat. “If you must know, it was Liz who taught me. As a noble girl, she went through dance lessons, and she made me both her practice dummy and her unwilling student.”

Anne giggled. “I have a hard time picturing it.”

“Us dancing is proof enough, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you! It’s just… it’s you, you know?”

He did. He did know very much.

“Thank you.”

“Hm? What for?”

“For telling me about Liz.”

If anything, he was a bit thankful to her for giving him the chance to tell her about his past, to share part of Liz’s existence with her. It felt like a small weight had been lifted off him. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! I know she was important to you, and it’s not easy talking about people who are gone, so I’m grateful you did. It makes me happy.”

“Telling you about Liz makes you happy?” he repeated, incredulous.

“Well, yeah?“ Anne glanced up at him from under her lashes, sunset irises filled with something incredibly fond. The flush on her cheeks and the timid smile on her lips made her even more precious, and he was tempted again to trace her features with his fingertips. “I like hearing about you or your past. It makes me feel like I know you better, like I’ve grown a little bit closer to you, you know?”

Over a year and a half of travel with Anne and thinking he had her all figured out, and she still found ways to throw him for a loop.

She liked to hear about him? It made her feel closer to him?

It was such an odd thought that he was at a loss for words.

Seventy years treated as an object had taught him to be a passive presence in the background, to be nothing more than admired and fawned over. Already of reserved nature, he took to retreating to his own mind — the only place that humans had no access to, the only thing he could still call his.

Yet few were those who cared to learn about him. Even then, their curiosity was a fleeting fancy, easily rebuffed by the shield he put up.

Since he joined Anne and Mythril Lid Pod, he did somewhat grow out of his shell, offering inputs of his own mostly to prod and tease them — they were both so easily riled-up —but he still tended to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself.

That was also how he kept his growing affection for Anne on the down low.

It hadn’t been hard at first, random thoughts flitting through his mind and easily swept aside. But as he traveled with Anne, he found his body acting on its own: staring at her mouth, standing closer to her, reaching for her hair to wrap it around his fingers, his hold lingering a second longer when he carried her to bed…

It was for the best Anne never noticed. The last thing he wanted was to make things awkward between them just because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check like an immature teenager. He was satisfied to stay by her side, reigning himself in whenever he slipped.

Yet here she was, telling him she wanted the opposite: she liked to hear about him, was grateful for every glimpse of him she got, no matter how minute.

It got him to wonder… did his habit of keeping to himself make him blind to how Anne felt? Did he accidentally shut her down because he was trying so hard to preserve their current relationship?

He thought back on Anne’s reactions over the evening — how she lit up when she saw him, how she sought to hide her sillier thoughts, how she colored under his gaze, and how she now looked at him, all shyness and hope — and wanted to groan at his own cluelessness.

Those were the reactions of someone with a crush.

“There are other ways get closer to me,” he answered her, slightly hoarse, the slightest bit of suggestion lacing his words. It was both a test and an invitation, and he had a good idea as to which way Anne would swing, but he didn’t want to assume on the off chance he was wrong.

He would leave it up to her to decide.

Anne perked up, eyes bright with excitement, cheeks maroon, the tips of her ears coloring as well. She licked her lips and he couldn’t help but follow the movement of her tongue, couldn’t help the flash of desire to replace it with his own.

“Really?” she said, voice squeaking. “Then… is it okay if I try something?”

“Go ahead,” he breathed. His heart throbbed in his ribcage in anticipation.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Her fingers came up to brush his cheek, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing, and yet he had never been more aware of her touch. With infinite gentleness, Anne traced his face, fingers softly trailing down to his jaw, and she stood on the tip of her toes to bring their faces together, so close they’d be breathing the same air if it weren’t for them both holding their breath.

Then, she angled her head to put her lips to his cheek.

It was like every inch of his body was focused on the contact, as if to not miss a second of it. His senses were flooded with Anne: the warmth of her lips, their wetness, the slight pressure on his skin, the little noise she made when she pulled back. It all lasted no longer than a heartbeat, but it left him craving more.

“You missed.”

Anne flushed brighter, if that was even possible. He was oh so tempted to feel that heat against his palm, but his excitement at seeing what she would do next stayed his hand.

“O-oh. Let me try again then.”

He let out a ragged sigh when she kissed his cheek again, and again, and again, each time a bit lower, a bit closer to his mouth as he tilted his head to give her better access. When she brushed the corner of his mouth, his wing shuddered, and he swore he saw sparks.

Anne pulled back, just enough so they could gaze into each’s other eyes, sunset against obsidian. Her expression was full of want, yet sweeter than even the most divine silver sugar, and he knew for a fact those same feelings were mirrored on his face. As if they were of one mind, they leaned in and closed the distance between them at the same time.

They kissed once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Soon enough, Shall fen Shall lost count, lost in the feel of Anne’s lips. They were soft and pliant against his, and he tilted his head to better mold their mouths together, feeling like a puzzle piece that had finally met its other half.

“Anne,” he sighed when he pulled away to take a breath, leaning down to capture her lips back as soon as he could, pouring weeks and weeks of yearning in each kiss. He snaked a hand to the back of her head, fingers twining in her hair like he had meant to do for so long. Anne, Anne, Anne…

He didn’t know how long they kissed — it could have been a few seconds, a minute, or even longer — but he didn’t care. He was content enough like this, to revel in the warm pressure of her mouth on his, Anne’s weight in his arms, or her reciprocation of his feelings, and he didn’t think he could ask for more.

But Anne seemed to have other ambitions in mind. With a confidence she usually showed when crafting sugar, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to bring him closer and applied more pressure on his mouth. At some point, she even started sucking on his lower lip, causing him to groan as a shock of electricity slipped down his wing.

Where did she learn to do this? Didn’t she say she hadn’t gotten her first kiss yet?

Later, he thought. He’d contemplate the question later.

For now, he had an enthusiastic silver sugar master to satisfy.

Shall fen Shall adjusted his hold around Anne, almost lifting her from her feet, embracing her so that they were glued from the hips up to the shoulders, chest pressed so tightly together he could feel her heart thudding right next to his. This new position also made it easier to nibble on Anne’s lips: he rolled the flesh between his teeth, bit it lightly, then soothed it with his tongue.

She tasted as sweet as he’d imagined.

“Shall…” she moaned, and he took it as encouragement to explore the rest of her mouth: he traced her lips, her teeth, the inside of her cheek, and curled their tongues together. Months of repressed adoration spilled out of him, finally finding relief as they shared open-mouthed kisses that grew wetter, hotter, and messier over time.

“Mmm…”

He was so lost to desire, it barely registered when he’d pinned Anne to a wall — all he cared for was the delicious noise of surprise Anne made, and how he suddenly had better leverage, using it to his advantage to press against every inch of her. His hands slid up and down her ribcage, her sides, her hips, before they settled around her thighs, giving them a squeeze.

“Mmm…!”

Anne wasn’t idle herself: she tugged on his hair and scraped her nails against his scalp and nape with such strength he knew he’d find the skin red and raw come tomorrow morning, the pain light enough to be pleasurable.

“Mmf!” Anne pulled harder and harder until she yanked on his hair, making him break their kiss with a wet noise.

Panting, he absent-mindedly wiped the trail of saliva connected between their mouths, mind foggy due to the lack of air and overwhelmed by the thrill of kissing. It took a few seconds for his wit to return, and when it did, he took notice of the way Anne gasped for air, chest heaving hard and fast like a fish out of water, her thighs shaking with strain under his hand.

Before he could say anything, her legs gave out.

He caught Anne and gently lowered her to the ground, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She looked wrecked — that was the only appropriate expression — swollen lips an angry shade of red, cheeks as bright as an apple, pupils dark and blown out, and hair sticking out all over the place thanks to his wandering hands.

Part of him savored the sight, smug in the knowledge only he could ruffle Anne like that, but the bigger part wanted to wince, sheepish — it wasn’t like him to lose control of himself; he should have been more careful with her.

Shall fen Shall reached out a hand to smooth Anne’s hair down into something a bit more presentable, hoping she could read the hidden apology. He repeated the gesture until the flush faded from her skin and her breathing evened out.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” She still sounded a bit winded, but apparently not enough to stop her from joking: “I think I understand what people mean by ‘kissing the life out of someone.’”

A snort of amusement and disbelief left him before he could catch it, followed by laughter, a full-blown sound of mirth he didn’t think capable of making anymore. This was ridiculous. They were ridiculous, and he meant this in the fondest way possible.

After all, who would have expected the gap between fairies and humans to be an issue with kissing of all things?

Not them, apparently.

Heart overflowing with too many feelings to name, he cupped Anne’s face, letting his thumbs brush over the soft skin of her cheeks at long last. His heart clenched when she covered his hands with hers with a contented hum, sunset irises shining like a starry sky.

The sentimental part of his would have been happy to stay like this, basking in each other’s presence in comfortable silence, but he felt like he had indulged it long enough this evening.

It was time he returned to more familiar territory: teasing Anne.

“I can kiss the life back into you, if you want?”

“Sure!” He chuckled at the way Anne’s eyes widened and her face warmed under his hands, as if surprised by her own eager answer. Her expression turned sheepish. “But, um, maybe another time? I don’t think my lungs can handle it right now.”

His heart jumped at her implication of a next time. He made a mental note to remind Anne of her words, already thinking of her reaction: would she be all shyness and embarrassment, or would she boldly keep her words?

Either way, he couldn’t wait to find out.

Anne yawned suddenly, muffling it behind a hand. “Shall?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think you could carry me back?” She patted her legs with a slight laugh. “I’m still a bit weak in the knees, so I don’t know if I’ll make it to my room.”

He readily carried out her wish, tucking one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders before lifting her, while Anne rested her head on his chest and curled up against him. She smelled sweet.

“Shall I tuck you in and kiss you goodnight as well?”

She looked up in shock. “Is that what you’ve been doing whenever you carried me to bed?”

“Minus the kissing.”

His answer seemed to reassure her, though she seemed disappointed as well.

“You’re awful, teasing me like that!”

“Who says I was joking?”

“Shall!”

He grinned. He couldn’t help but poke fun at her, doubly so now that he could follow up on what used to be empty talk.

“Just kidding.”

Though there was still a lot to clarify between them after their recent unspoken confession, he was glad for the lack of awkwardness between them and the easiness of their back-and-forth. How did that one human saying go again? The more things changed, the more they stayed the same?

Yeah. That summed up their relationship pretty well.

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A/N: Happy (belated) SAFT friday! I meant to post this yesterday to fill in the gap the anime left, but there were (and still are) some bits I wasn't satisfied with

This fic started out something else entirely (it was supposed to be a masquerade fic — inspired by the official SAFT twitter account posting 'what if' videos, one of them featuring Shall asking an unknown third party for a dance while wearing a mask), but then turned into 5k+ words of Shall being soft for Anne. I hope he was in character: I wrote him mostly based on cour 2, where he was much more open and affectionate towards her.

Thank you for reading! <3

#sugar apple fairy tale #my fanfiction #fanfiction #shall fen shall #anne halford #shallanne #sweetchcolate's nonsense of the day #long post

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jilyawards · 1 year

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Hi guys,

I took up the awards this year because I wanted to bring back some positivity into the fandom and cherish the content that was created in 2022. Anyone who has been around this space for the past year knows how difficult it was to strike the right balance while doing that and also keep this event light and fun. I got some support from a bunch of friends to help me navigate this and guide me, especially @missgryffin who has been incredibly supportive of my efforts to help the fandom recover. Of course, to do this in the most peaceful way possible, we’d had to make some difficult choices with respect to what kind of content we could allow in a public/gen space like the awards, especially after the concerns that were expressly raised to us earlier this year.

The simple fact of the matter is that the awards would not have allowed us to tag things appropriately, so we wouldn’t be able to prevent people trying to avoid certain content from accidentally stumbling into it. Triggers are no joke, and what hurts one person is subjective to their experience entirely, so we wanted to be as empathetic as possible to the entire audience. Voting to assess whether the “majority” would be willing to keep a controversial trope in would not have worked; even if it is only a small group of people getting triggered, their sentiments and hurt are just as valid, and we didn’t think it was up to us to decide what someone should or should not feel about certain content. Our stance on this was never meant to judge/shame/ridicule/exclude any writer or story. It was only a matter of what content was safe for us to include that could be celebrated in large spaces.

Unfortunately, all of these efforts were taken in the wrong sense, and instead of building a more positive space, that I’d set out to do, the awards have brought in more discontent.

To anyone reading this, I think it would help to consider, for one second, the level of exposure that the awards' host has to bear in tying their name to the event at a time like this. I was prepared to deal with some heat, because no matter what decision we made, we wouldn’t be able to satisfy everyone. And yet, it has now escalated to a point where the efforts from us no longer feel appreciated or worth it.

We might put up the nominations we receive until the 21st of Nov as rec lists for you to keep handy and cherish. But beyond that, we cannot continue this in good spirits anymore. Hope you understand.

Sorry to everyone we have disappointed.

#jily awards 2022

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nicoline1998enilocin · 23 days

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Fandom Free Bingo - Book Night || Masterlist

Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist for my participation in the Fandom Free Bingo: Book Night Edition, hosted by @fandom-free-bingo! 🩶

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way. They combine angst, fluff, and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.

If you'd like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Main Masterlist! I hope you enjoy all the works I created during the Fandom Free Bingo: Book Night Edition! 🩶

I do not work with a tag list. If you want to be kept up to date when I post new fanfictions, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library 🩶

Card: @fandom-free-bingo || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 🩶 ~ Fluff || 🔥 ~ Smut ||

B1: I'll Give You The (Sun)

B2: "Just Trust Me."

B3: Bookstore AU

B4: Igloo

B5: Solicitation

I1: "I Don't Care."

Red and Gold || 🩶 🔥 || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark Prompt || I2: Sexual Tension Tony is bringing you along to a charity event, but this time, you decide to surprise him with your outfit. The moment he finds out you're wearing his colors, he has to restrain himself from tearing it off you and having his way with you right then and there.

I3: 'I Can See You Crying'

On my knees for you || Part 2 || 🩶 🔥 || Sugar Daddy!Tony StarkPrompt || I4: "Save Your Strength." After you left Tony’s office, he couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened before. Seeing you on your knees like that when everyone could have walked in has made him more than desperate for you, and he can’t wait to ruin you for the little stunt you pulled.

I5: Soulmate is Best Friend

N1: Bondage and Discipline

N2: Reflection

N3: Satisfaction Brought it Back

N4: Coffee Shop AU

N5: "I'm Getting Old."

G1: Award Ceremony

G2: You Know Me

G3: Riding

Every step of the way || 🥀 🩶 || Chris Evans (RPF) Prompt || G4: 'Here's the Day You Hoped Would Never Come' Ever since you were small, you have had a substantial fear of the dentist, and now that you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, your anxiety is growing every day. It's a good thing you have Chris by your side, as he will be there alongside you every step of the way, making the load to bear a little less difficult.

G5: Librarian AU

O1: 'Too Sick For Heaven, Far Too Sweet to Go to Hell'

O2: "You Always Seem So Happy..."

O3: Singing Karaoke Together

O4: Me and Mine

Every step of the way || 🥀 🩶 || Chris Evans (RPF) Prompt || O5: 'I'll Do Anything to Keep You Right Here With Me.' Ever since you were small, you have had a substantial fear of the dentist, and now that you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, your anxiety is growing every day. It's a good thing you have Chris by your side, as he will be there alongside you every step of the way, making the load to bear a little less difficult.

A1: Hate Sex

A2: Hunting

Every step of the way || 🥀 🩶 || Chris Evans (RPF) Prompt || A3: Cold Hands Ever since you were small, you have had a substantial fear of the dentist, and now that you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, your anxiety is growing every day. It's a good thing you have Chris by your side, as he will be there alongside you every step of the way, making the load to bear a little less difficult.

A4: 'Look at the Stars'

A5: Cafe AU

#masterlist #fandomfreebingo #fandomfreebingo: book night edition

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randoimago · 2 years

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May I ask for Yukiko Amagi and Ann Takamaki with a S/O who's from America and knows very little about Japanese culture but wants to learn as much as possible?

American S/O Wanting to Learn More About Japanese Culture

FANDOM: Persona 4 // Persona 5

Character(s): Yukiko Amagi, Ann Takamaki

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!!

Yukiko

Probably a better teacher when it comes to telling you the history of Japanese culture as opposed to more recent things as she's not well versed on that.

The inn she works at is traditional and has a lot of history so she'll tell you about that as well as any events for holidays that have been hosted here in hopes that helps a bit.

A lot of the inn staff would be helpful with teaching you as well. They are in a small town so they'll all do their best.

Also thinks it might be best if you two went to a festival together, but would end up explaining things more and forget about actually having fun.

Ann

Ann kind of understands. She's traveled overseas and had no idea of the culture when she did so learning a whole new culture was a bit difficult and intimidating.

She does her best with teaching you. There might be some hiccups because she might not know the exact proper ways to do things (she is a teen and some things you need to just exerience yourself).

Tries to start with the basics like holidays or clothing (differences between kimonos and yukatas for instance).

Honestly does think experiencing things yourself is a good way of teaching as she doesn't know how to explain everything. So you can bet that you two are planning out a nice date for the next time a festival is happening so she can teach you while you enjoy the evening.

#persona 4 x reader #persona 5 x reader #yukiko amagi x reader #ann takamaki x reader #ajanisapprentice

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eyedancer7a · 2 years

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Happy Valentine's Day to the DAXTON fandom!❤❤❤ Hope you like the next chapter of my fan fic! I've had a great time writing this story. Crossing my fingers that we get an "I love you!" In season 3. 🥰🥰🥰

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my Sweetheart. He loves me even though I have this crazy obsession with “Never Have I Ever” especially with Daxton. Doesn't everybody think about them all the time. My Love has supported me through this difficult past year and he believes that I can write my first fan fic.

Wishing all my BESTIES happiness, blessings and love today!!!!

Presents, Snow and Mistletoe by eyedancer7a

Chapter 3: A Christmas Party with Bells, Bows, Gifts, Trees

Summary:

Devi wanted to host a small soiree` to celebrate their spectacular project. A mini-intimate Christmas party so to speak. She told her mother that the gang would just hang and chill at their house. Devi promised her that there wouldn’t be any funny business going on.

Or the gang heads on over to Devi's house for a party.

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Nalini was so impressed that the group got an amazing grade for their project. Why wouldn’t they get a good grade since Devi, Fabiola and Eleanor were the smart ones in the group, she thought. Devi’s mom had a tough time believing that Paxton contributed to this grade, but she had to give him a break. She would never let him know she would even consider it. Mr. Cheekbones could get any girl to do anything for him with just that smile. Paxton worked hard and Nalini did see him buckle down when he came over to study with Devi.

They could eat, drink, dance, and play video games. Nalini liked seeing her daughter happy since she remembered seeing Devi moping around a few weeks ago. She knew Devi was thinking about her dad. She too missed Mohan during the holidays. Nalini tried her hardest to be happy and strong for the family even though she was quite sad herself.

Nalini allowed the kids to celebrate at the house, but Devi had to do her bidding to call for this event. “Please mom! I will do anything without any lip if I can have my friends over for this party!” Devi begged.

Her mom asked Devi “Are sure you want to have a party? You have to do four loads of laundry, iron, clean your room, wash the base boards around the house and clean your bathroom if you want to see your friends in a non-school setting.”

While doing her chores, Devi remembered the playlist that her Secret Santa sent her. Devi downloaded “Presents, Snow and Mistletoe” on to her phone. There were so many songs to listen to! The playlist had some of her favorite artists singing old and new songs about Christmas.

Some of the tunes were fast and some were slow. Devi wondered if whoever had made the playlist knew the slower songs they picked would touch her heart. These songs spoke of secret longing and the need for someone to be part of their life. It was romantic love that every teenager dreamed of.

Devi had wanted this too! She always wanted a boyfriend. Am I ready to be someone’s girlfriend? She had spent the past few months trying to become a better person as a daughter and as a friend. She was getting better slowly. It made her heart sing to think this was possible. All she could do was hope that one day someone would acknowledge and profess their love for her. How wonderful would it be if Paxton thought about me in that way.

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The doorbell rang and Devi came out of the daze that she was in. She rushed downstairs with lightning speed to catch who was at the door. She opened the door to find that handsome face of Paxton Hall-Yoshida.

"Welcome! Please come in!” she exclaimed. Devi blushed at the sight of him. Paxton flashed that beautiful smile that always gave Devi goosebumps when she saw him. He could always make her feel so excited and nervous all at the same time.

He was still riding on the high he felt from getting such an excellent grade in AP History. Paxton was bouncing off the walls now!

She ushered him into her home while they shared a high five like best bros. “I decided to see if you needed any help setting up” Paxton said. “I finished swim practice early and I didn’t have anything else to do so I came straight here”.

Devi was thrilled that he wanted to help her. He followed her to the kitchen to grab the refreshments for the gang.

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The rowdy bunch began to show up at the door and Paxton welcomed everybody in. They gathered around the living room sharing hugs and hellos. Everyone was still excited about how they did such an awesome job on their project, and they were ready to celebrate their accomplishment.

They all felt comfortable hanging out with one another since they had spent so much time together for school. Devi turned on the music and everyone began singing and dancing. Paxton and Trent grabbed Devi and Eleanor and spun them around making the girls so dizzy that they collapsed in a messy heap on the floor howling.

Devi decided to play “Bells, Bows, Gifts, Trees” from the Secret Santa Playlist to really get the party going. Eleanor exclaimed “Let's do a runway battle!” Devi ran upstairs to her bedroom and grabbed multiple scarves and her blinged out jacket to use for the battle.

Trent took his turn wearing Devi’s red and silver sequined denim jacket. He posed on different sides of the living room while doing old school dance moves. Who knew Trent could bust out doing the running man! He twerked his way towards Eleanor and her face began to turn beet red. “Beat that!” he boasted to Paxton as he finished.

It was Paxton’s turn to take the “stage.” He acted shy and nervous, but his competitive nature took a hold of him. He decided to use El’s teal, purple, and blue cape for his performance. He had something spectacular up his sleeve for his turn!

With his back towards the audience, Paxton began to sway his skirt covered hips to the music. All the girls started hooting and hollering! Paxton grabbed a hold of the garment and began spinning in a circle and transferred the cape from his waist to his shoulders.

While strutting across the living room Paxton started voguing. To seal the win, he began lip syncing to the song! “OMG!” screamed all the girls! Trent bowed down to his knees a shouted “I’m not worthy!” to Paxton.

Paxton won the challenge! “’Is there anything you can’t do,” shouted Devi.

Fabiola asked, “How did you know how to work the runway like that?” “Who would have thought watching all those episodes of Project Runway and RuPaul’s Drag Race with my sister would come in handy one of these days,” he said proudly.

In between dining on chips, dips, veggies, bagel bites and mini subs, the gang began playing video games. “Who’s ready for some dessert?” Eleanor passed around delicious candies and desserts.

“Did you make these rice krispie treats Eleanor? These are the bomb!” raved Trent. He couldn’t help flash a smile and a wink at Eleanor.

Eve whispered to Fabiola and Devi “have you noticed that Trent has been paying a lot more attention to El lately.” “She lives for the attention of a boy, and you know she will flirt back if given a chance,” giggled Devi.

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While playing video games, Trent found an old school version of ping pong. He thought it was an interesting game even if the graphics were sub-par. Devi suddenly remembered that they could hang out outside. “We should have a mini tournament since there’s a ping pong table in the garage. At the same time, we can burn off all the extra calories we’ve been consuming with our eating and drinking.”

They moved the party to the garage and the boys helped Devi set up the ping pong table. This was a great activity to do! They divided into teams and the ping pong battles began. As usual, Devi and Paxton had that competitive spirit coursing through their veins. They both picked off each of their friends during their matches.

The final round of this tournament pitted Paxton and Devi against each other. Paxton was so excited and was ready to beat Devi in this last game. Memories of her matches with her dad came to mind. She began to remember some of the unique skills and tricks he used while trying to beat her. Devi was a totally different person as she played. She kept the ball in play so long that it began to tire out Paxton.

Devi scored the final point of the game and she screamed “In your face!” just like her father did when he would beat her. Devi had the biggest smile on her face because she knew her Dad would have been proud of her.

All the girls began cheering and screaming for Devi. Paxton jokingly demanded a rematch but offered his hand in congratulations to Devi instead.

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It was getting late so Eve and Fabiola had to leave. Even Trent offered Eleanor a ride home. Paxton decided to stay to help Devi clean up the mess they left in the living room. He didn’t want Devi getting in trouble with her mother.

Paxton asked, “By the way how did we get the house all to ourselves?” Devi answered, “my mom was finishing up at work and she said she would be out shopping for Christmas presents. Kamala is stuck at Caltech working on her dissertation. Which left us an empty house to enjoy!”

Paxton complimented Devi on her ping pong game. “Where did you learn to play like that?” asked Paxton. “That was amazing!” he added. Devi began to tell him about her playing ping pong with her father on Sunday afternoons.

She shared more memories about her father that day with Paxton. He saw the sadness in her eyes, but he could hear the happiness in Devi’s voice when she spoke of all the great father-daughter activities that they had growing up.

Devi spoke with so much admiration and love for her father. Paxton knew she missed him and that being without him this Christmas was getting to her. But Devi had to be strong since her father always reminded her to think positive.

Devi shared her feelings and stories with Paxton so easily. She was becoming more comfortable being around him. She knew they could be great friends.

Little did she know that Paxton already enjoyed having her as a great friend. Paxton wanted to be more for Devi, and he had to find a way to show her that he really liked her. He wanted Devi to be part of his life all the time.

Notes:

It only happens once a year

Let's spread that Christmas cheer

That's all I wanna do

I wanna be roastin' by the fire

Sugar cookies get me higher

Dance 'cause Santa's comin' soon

Let’s have a Christmas party

“Christmas Party” By Meghan Trainor

Girl, what did that girl just say, girl?

Ooh girl, I don't dance, I prance (prance)

I don't sled, I slay (slay)

I don't stop, I shop, shop, shop 'til Christmas Day (okay)……

So I might let you see (what you gonna let them see) My bells, bows, gifts, trees

“Bells, Bows, Gifts, Trees” by Todrick Hall

Thank you so much for the support and love you have given me and my story! The fan fic is coming along! Chapter 4 is being edited as we speak.😉😊🙂

#devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #eleanor wong #fabiola torres #eve hjlem #nalini vishwakumar #daxton fic #trent harrison

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deannaroxannewrites · 3 years

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Tropetember Day 2: Coffee Shop / Tattoo Parlor / Flower Shop / Other Retail AU

Coffee and other ways to heal the soul.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating: General Audiences

TW: Valhalla arc (mentioned), coffee, NCIS cameo

AN: Day 2 of @tropetember. I was really struggling with the coffee shop AU but once I got going, really got way too into it and could probably pad this out into a short series. Is that something people would be interested in?

Also, not really sure if I managed to capture Spencer but remember this is an AU and that's my excuse!

Enjoy!

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 2.4k

One of the biggest advantages of owning one of the few coffee shops in Quantico that wasn't part of a massive chain, was the constant stream of senior FBI and Navy personnel desperate for high quality, well made coffee. It had become such a lucrative venture in fact that you could afford to hire enough staff to rarely even have to be behind the counter at all.

The surge in popularity has even allowed you to convert one of the spare upstairs rooms into a meeting room. In hindsight, you should have converted more because once your regulars found out about it, there had been outright war between the Navy and FBI to try and get meetings booked in. A couple of your regulars had even managed to get both institutions to hardwire connections so they could host even more briefings and meetings in the friendly, comfortable space.

Today's winners were a Unit from the FBI, who had booked it out for a whole day. Aaron Hotchner, the BAU chief, came in most mornings and was a real sweetheart. You'd been trying to get him to drink something other than his normal americano since his return from Afghanistan a few months ago, but had not been successful so far. You were excited to meet the rest of the legendary team. He always spoke fondly of them when he bought extra coffees to boost morale.

With that in mind, you quickly throw together the pastries and beverages he'd preordered for the start of their session and head in to do a quick check that everything was ready.

Like any meeting room, there was a large table in the center but you'd made sure to surround it with comfy and artfully mismatched chairs. The floor was a deep walnut colour and matched the numerous floating shelves which were covered in plants and books. The place was homey and extended the cosy chic look you had been trying to achieve throughout the shop.

After a little bit of organising, including making sure the FBI cables were accessible and tidying any of the Navy’s equipment, you head downstairs to the main space.

Charlotte and Jessica were behind the tills this morning, making quick work of the line and exuding friendly helpfulness out of every pore. They were both grad students and you were already dreading them graduating. Their natural effervescence would be impossible to replace.

To pass the time until your booking arrives, you catch up with NCIS Agent McGee who is on the coffee run, trying not to hold him up too long in case he ends up getting in more trouble with his big bad boss. Apparently Agent DiNozzo had knocked over Gibbs coffee but McGee had then slipped in it and done some minor damage to some of the equipment. He told you he much preferred coffee run to door knocking duty round a 6 block radius like DiNozzo.

As you wrap it up, a group of people enter the shop, led by a woman in colourful clothes and a sunshine demeanour. It's not until you see Agent Hotchner's suited and booted presence bringing up the rear that you realise this is the infamous BAU.

Donning your friendliest persona, you politely excuse yourself from McGee and head to greet them, calling Aaron's name across the way.

The profilers seem surprised by your use of their bosses name but quickly shake it off as introductions are made. You receive hand shakes off most of them with the exception of Penelope, who gives you a hug because of course she does, and Dr Spencer Reid who gives you a shy wave and looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

It didn't take a profiler to see the physical distance between the genius and the rest of the group. He was always a step away from the nearest person and automatically avoided any physical contact from them.

How strange.

Brushing it off you lead them upstairs and get them settled, letting them know that they're welcome to come and go in the shop as need and that all their drinks would be added to the discounted tab and left them too it, all the while trying not to puzzle over the handsome loner and his cute sweater vest.

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If there was one thing Spencer Reid hated more than anything, it was team building.

Normally, back before everything happened, he would just grit his teeth and bear it. That's been a lot harder after finding out that Emily was alive.

Processing the joy at her being alive and the rage at being led to believe she was dead in the first place, particularly by the people he trusted the most, was not easy. He was trying to forgive them. He was trying to let it go, to accept the damage but move forward.

It was still a work in progress.

That's why, when Hotch announced a team building/meeting day, he had momentarily considered resigning. Though there was no longer outright hostility between himself and Jennifer, things weren’t exactly comfortable between himself and half of the team. The only bright side to this whole endeavour was the location. No coffee shop lasted long in Quantico unless the coffee was actually good. It was a small mercy.

He followed the rest of the team into the coffee shop, eyeing the surroundings and taking note of the other visitors. As the rest of the team joked about, he stayed back, simply waving at the nice owner of the shop when Hotch introduced them.

They appeared to be about his age which was very impressive considering the success of the café. And there were a couple of sci-fi references hidden in the décor that he would have loved to ask about, but he doubted they’d appreciate him going off about Star Trek this early in the morning. Instead he just gave a tight-lipped smile and followed the team upstairs.

Spencer tried his best to concentrate throughout the morning but to say he was relieved when they were left to their own devices for lunch would be an understatement.

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After a productive morning in the office, you wander back out to the main part of the shop to check on things. The lunch rush can be unforgiving but the girls seem to have it in hand. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Tuesday lunchtime.

What you didn’t expect to see was Spencer Reid hidden away at one of the back tables with a ginormous book in front of him, a small scowl on his face and the rest of his team nowhere in sight.

You agonise silently with yourself for a few moments before you decide to head over. You figure if he doesn’t want company he’ll let you know but you feel drawn to him. It was strange. Maybe it was just your instinctive need to collect strays.

You smile gently at him when you reach his table, indicating the seat opposite him in question. He gives a quick nod but doesn’t fully look at you.

“Everything ok?” you ask.

He takes a moment and seems to be considering his options. He looks at you with a little tilt of his head, likely questioning your motives.

Finally, he seems to decide you have no sinister intention and quietly replies “I just wish things could go back to how they were”.

You had heard about the events involving the BAU in the last year or so. It had been a hot topic of gossip in the shop numerous times. Aaron also occasionally talked about his guilt at what he put his team through when he stopped by, needing a friend to talk to. It’s the first time, however, that you think in depth about how faking a close friend's death likely affected the team members who were unaware.

This isn’t to say you didn’t care or didn’t think that it must have been terrible for them. You did, but had agreed with the justification that it was for Agent Prentiss’ safety, that finding out she was alive would make up for it. It’s apparent in the sadness of Dr Reid’s expression that that isn’t the case.

“Can I touch you?”

His eyes shoot up in surprise and he hesitantly nods. You gently grasp his hands, wrapping your fingers around his.

“I can’t even imagine,” you begin slowly, “how difficult this must be. But if you ever need to talk to someone, you’re always welcome here”

He gives a short, sharp nod and squeezes your fingers which you take to mean thank you.

“Also, this is totally not my place but, a therapist, one outside the Bureau? Might not be such a bad idea?” You give a sardonic grin and admit ” It worked for me”

After you give his hands another quick squeeze, you leave him to ponder your statement and head back to your office. Paperwork doesn’t do it self after all.

You hope Spencer manages to find some support though and decide that if he wants it, you’d be more than willing to help him.

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It was a few weeks before Spencer Reid showed up in the coffee shop again.

It was early evening and you only had a few people in. You’d opted to close up tonight to ensure Jessica, who had been on the afternoon shift, had time to work on her assignment for class. She’d been complaining about it for the last few days.

The sound of the front door opening distracts you from your thoughts and you glance up to see who has entered. When you realise who it is you can’t help but smile.

“Fancy seeing you here Dr Reid” you say in greeting. He gives you a small smile in return.

“Well, it’s good coffee and, erm, the company’s good?”

You understand the question implicit in that comment and glance around at the few remaining patrons. They all have a beverage and it’s a quiet night so you can afford to take a step out behind the counter between orders.

“Sure, let me make us both a drink and then I’m all yours.”

You take his order (how much sugar?!?!) and get you both sorted out and settled into a small booth. You look at him, taking in the nervous expression on his face and let him settle in and start the conversation.

“I, erm, I took your advice”.

“That’s good. Are you finding it’s helping? Having someone outside of work to talk things through with?”

He nods his head.

“One of the things she pointed out was that so much of my life is wrapped up in work, that when things go wrong I don't have an external support system. Not that I didn't know that already but, someone else pointing it out made me realise how much if an impact it has.”

You bob your head thoughtfully, acknowledging his comment but not forcing him to say more.

“She suggested I try to find people outside of work to talk to. I was... I was wondering if you could be one?”

His nerves seem to have failed him slightly as he can’t look you in the eye, but you give him a big grin. Of course you want to spend time with this lovely man.

“I’d love to” you say, which gets him to look up and give you a smile in response.

You spend nearly an hour, with occasional breaks to serve customers, chatting to him before it becomes necessary to close up. He starts gathering his things but you’ve been enjoying his company so much you can’t bear to let him go. Instead, you check if he’s in a rush and, after confirming he has nothing else planned, invite him to hang around and grab something to eat from the diner down the street.

By the end of the night, you’re glad the diner is 24hr. You completely lose track of time, fascinated by the sheer amount of information he can provide and the passion with which he infodumps. It’s extremely endearing.

“I had a lovely time tonight” you tell him as you walk towards your apartment. You don’t live too far from the coffee shop and he had very gallantly offered to walk you home. “I’d love to do it again some time?”

He smiles and nods in agreement before asking for your phone number.

“I don't really like technology that much so I don’t have a smartphone and I don’t really check it that much and prefer speaking to texting…”

“Spence” you say, a little laugh in your voice as you interrupt. “Whatever works best for you. I’m not going to suddenly vanish on you, promise.”

You seem to have hit his worries a little too closely as he sways a little awkwardly, gaze wandering down to his feet.

“Can I hug you?” you check. His answer is to wrap his arms around you and you gently sway the both of you side to side.

He lets go and turns to head back out into the night as you call out “If you’re ever missing me, I know a place you can get great coffee. I can get you a good discount.” A laugh stutters from his lips and he wishes you a good night.

Leaning against your door you sigh happily to yourself. It’s always a good feeling making a new friend.

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It had been over a year since the last time the BAU had booked (and managed to attend the booking). In that time, you’d converted another room upstairs into a meeting room, as well as setting up a shared work/study space in a room out the back.

You grin as you see them all enter, fascinated by the way this family of agents interact with each other. There’s even a tall, handsome genius who stands within the group, laughing and joking along with the rest.

Spencer greets you with a gentle kiss to your lips and it causes uproar from his colleagues. You don’t react much, you just turn to them and shrug.

“Do you know how many germs are passed in a handshake? It’s much safer to kiss.”

Your genius just laughs and wraps an arm around you, guiding the whole group upstairs, his friends playfully demanding details the whole way.

#Trope: Coffee Shop AU #Criminal Minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #tropetember #fanfiction #unbeta'd

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acup-ofawkward-andclumsy · 2 years

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Hey! This is for your 40 followers match up event, and I thought Id join it!! Plus I really like your works and stuff, so I'm really glad I found your account :)

Anyways, here's my form for this:

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Name: Aspen

Pronouns: Any (Genderfluid)

Gender preference: N/A (It's called gay PANic for a reason)

Personality: MBTI- ISFJ

- I'm an Ambivert, so I'm between an introvert and an extrovert.

- It takes me a long time to get close to people, but when I do, I basically become really loyal and attached-- its kinda hard to get rid of me, lol. I also absolutely loveee hearing about people's interests, and things they like to talk about!! I could talk to people about it for hours, If life allowed me to.

- I'm a pretty hard working individual, but I know when to not push myself, and have fun :D Plus once I have a goal, I'm pretty much set on it.

- I have a lot of compassion for other and myself as well, ig (other people have told me this)

Appearance: (Clothing isn't accurate, its basically whatever I find that cool on pinterest, and buy at thrift stores, lmao)

Likes/dislikes: Likes- Trying new foods, I like being outside as much as I like being inside, EXPLORING (Cultures, new places, whatever cool thing I can fine, which is why I like open-world games so much) talking to people with similar interests, animals. Dislikes- Loud noises, unexpected touching unless it's someone I'm close to, people crossing my boundaries, shitty people. (Not limited to this list, but that's what I could think of)

Hobbles: I'm a musician (to elaborate, I play a ton of instruments, and I write my own music), I like writing stuff (stories fanfiction I'm a gamer boi™ and a skater boy™, and I occasionally make stuff

BONUS: Love languages- Physical affection, and quality time

Welp, that's it lol I hope you can do something with this, and good luck!! Good luck, and happy belated New Years!!

- Aspen <3

YOU GOT JIRO KYOKA

Personality: She's an ISTJ, so expressing herself, might be a little difficult, but with you around, she may have an easier time doing so, it's simple for you guys to communicate because you both won't pressure each other into a conversation.

➶︎She loves gaming, so both of you would organize gaming Fridays with Class 1-A either in your room or hers (you both would be dressed as the hosts every single time and make commentaries on the others way of gaming ("Kaminari is shit at Mario kart, i mean look at these awful moves" you would say and jiro would agree and laugh)

You would both dose off during breaks, with your shared earphone connecting you both.

➶︎She doesn't really like to go out, but you would often encourage her to sneak out of the dorms during the night to do some skate boarding

You would both play instruments together all the time, she would play the guitar while singing the song you wrote, and you would be playing the piano next to her.

➶︎She would try her best to help you achieve your goals and support you every step of the way

Small scenario: "Aspen, it's 3am I don't think we should be sneaking out, let alone awake" Kyoka whispers

"Oh come on we are going to have a blast"

She sighed, followed by a smile. You took her by her hand, having your skate board in the other. When you got to your destination, she stared at the training place that fitted perfectly for doing skate boarding as well. Without warning her, you hopped on your skate board with her in tow.

"Hold on tight"

You did not even have to tell her, because she was already grasping onto you for dear life.

A song a would give to you both:

I hope you liked ittt, don't over work yourself and stay hydrated!! <3

40 Followers Event

MASTERLIST

#mha x reader #my hero academia #jiro kyoka #jiro x reader #jiro fluff #mha fluff

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fanfic-reading-challenge · 2 years

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Helpful info for difficult tasks

(Sidebar before I even begin! [So, more like... prologue? overture? forward? eh.] Before I get into the official reason for this post, in a section below I mention Fandom Trumps Hate -- @fandomtrumpshate -- which is a charity auction that raises money for numerous approved charities. You can sign up as a creator until February 13th and then soon enough after that, the fun begins: BIDDING! And hopefully winning some epic, custom-made-for-you fanfic, fanart, podfics, beta assistance, and far more, for a ton of different fandoms and ships. You should 100% check it out -- I've participated as both creator and bidder in multiple Marvel Trumps Hate auctions @marveltrumpshate [also mentioned below as part of one of our tasks!] and have always been pleased with the results. ^_^ There's a little info graphic with dates and other links at the bottom of this post. Also, keep an eye out for MTH next fall!)

Hey folks! Looking for some helpful links and finding aids to some of the more obscure and difficult tasks in the 2022 Fanfic Reading Challenge? (Spreadsheet here <3)

it's AO3 to the rescue once more! (Mostly. Also, my tired brain.)

Swappable Task (Cell #153 on the original spreadsheet): GeoCities Fanfiction

Read 2 fics from at least five different fandoms [total of 10] that were once originally posted on GeoCities fan sites, or at least had their roots in this early fan culture. Many sites are defunct but there are many that have been archived via The Wayback Machine, had their archives transferred to another website such as AO3 or another independent website, etc., but [Wayback] is a great place to start! If you're really not interested in five different fandoms (this is not a comprehensive list of all the fandoms -- I for one remember excellent Escaflowne fanfics I literally printed into binders to read on long car rides or transferred to my dad's PDA... I was a weird kid...) then please choose five from at least one fandom that you are at least somewhat interested in!

Helpful links and finding aids:

The Wayback Machine where you can search sites, but you need some work-arounds or some idea of the http links first.

AO3's GeoCities Rescue Project (a.k.a. the fics have been moved to AO3!)

Fanlore's List of GeoCities Fansites with links to their locations on The Wayback Machine. (I, as mentioned above, am looking forward to browsing the Escaflowne archive, even if it is small and only one of the many sites I remember!)

Oocities' Geocities Archive (just search 'fanfiction' in the search tool in the top right, or manually navigate your way around).

The GeoCities Gallery is more of a manual browsing/searching/whatever and WOW it is giving me serious '90s flashbacks. Seriously, just click around a bit and you'll feel like you're having an aneurysm filled with flaming text, moving backgrounds, cactaurs, badgers, mushrooms, bananas, hamsters, and more. Oof.

Swappable Task (Cell #164 on the original spreadsheet): Trumping Hate and other, wonderful charity auctions

Read at least one fic from one of the '____ Trumps Hate' events! (Overall fandom: Fandom Trumps Hate)(Marvel fandom: Marvel Trumps Hate)(Stony-specific: Stony Trumps Hate) --- I would not be surprised if there are more I do not know of outside my circle!! Other charity drive fics can be substituted if you cannot find something.

Tumblrs for the above-mentioned: @fandomtrumpshate | @marveltrumpshate | @stonytrumpshate

Here are links to their collections on AO3 from past and current years!: FTH2017, FTH2018, FTH2019, FTH2020, FTH2021 ||| MTH Parent Collection (2018-2021) ||| Stony Trumps Hate

And you can search here for other charity auctions hosted on AO3!

Swappable Task (Cell #25 on the original spreadsheet): Fanzines!

This is (yes) your grandma's fandom....: Is there anyway you can get a hold of an old school Fanzine? There are plenty of newly created fanzines, but these older generation ones are steeped in the creation of fandom communities and how we interact with fans and fandoms today! There's a succinct post of fanzines in the 1980's and a subsequent album for '80s fanzines here and here but there are absolutely ways to get ahold of earlier or later fanzines, whether copied to FFN, AO3, LJ, Tumblr, Wattpad of all things, or just... anywhere. Goal?: Check out a fanzine, maybe read a little, no need to complete it, but that would be cool if you did! Hint: Star Trek is a huuuuuuge driving force of fanzines. Check it out!

AO3's Fan Culture Preservation Project also has a few more resources to find fanzines.

Hard Mode Task (Cell #464 on the original spreadsheet): Imported Archives

Fandoms: Read five fics that have been imported to AO3 through their 'save the smaller collections from oblivion' initiatives. This page (I love the OTW and Open Doors), has a complete list of all existing and currently working on projects of at least 91 different websites they have and are rescuing. Take a wander!!

In addition to the above link, there's also these two links on AO3, here and here. There may be some overlap, of course.

Well, I hope that some of those links help! If there are any more resources you can't seem to find on your own, please let me know and I'll do my best to assist in finding something that works for you. But remember that the challenge is malleable and not everything needs to fit the exact letter of the task.

Have a lovely weekend, and remember! Check out Fandom Trumps Hate and consider signing up or participating as a bidder! If you are part of a 'smaller fandom', they're also looking for people to signal boost into those communities here on Tumblr and elsewhere.

I think I'll sign up as a podfic creator! :D

#fandom trumps hate #fth 2022 #2022frc #2022 fic reading challenge #fanfiction #fanart #podfics #fan comics #other fanworks #reading challenge #links #helpful stuff #signal boost #all that fun stuff!#resources #reading resources

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flydotnet · 3 years

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Tailwind (Inazuma Writing Exchange Fic)

For this edition of the Inazuma Writing Exchange, I got @forelsketparadise! Hope you will like it! I picked the first prompt from their list, "a go timeline enkaze who goes to each other games to cheer on each other and plays together on the olympics team" because I vibed with it more and so was sure it'd end up better. It's sadly very much on the shorter side, but I think it's at least a nice sweet treat. (I can't apologise enough for the short length, I swear I'm usually better than that). It was my first time writing both EnKaze and Kazemaru in general so I really hope I didn't fail too badly.

Once again, big thanks to @ina11writingexchange for hosting the event and allowing the community to create things for each other.

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Tailwind

Summary: Even when they're on opposite sides of continental championships, they always find a way to cheer and support each other.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (GO era)

Pairing: Endou/Kazemaru (pre-established)

AO3 version.

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They may not be on the same team most of the time, but it doesn’t prevent them from freeing just enough time to watch each other’s games. They do their best, as always, to accommodate for their differing schedules; so, even if it doesn’t always work out, they can at least be reassured that they’ve done their best to attend these matches. At worst, they watch each other’s games and make sure to give some feedback – it turns out to mostly, if not always, be praise. Not objective, but what’s the point of being objective when it’s an act of affection?

They don’t play in the same countries, but at least, they play on the same continent, so it’s not as difficult as it could have been. In fact, one may find it convenient that, sometimes, all they need is a train ticket they have more than enough money to afford. Sometimes, it’s a plane ticket, but it’s the same deal, and it’s become almost routine. Almost, of course, because they see so many places that they don’t have time to get bored of one place.

Endou mostly plays in France, where he enjoys a reputation of being one of the few good-natured, passionate players who’s very much not here for the high pay (if he was, Kazemaru wouldn’t be dating this man). He donates his money to keep amateur soccer clubs open, he visits some when he can, he gifts merchandise to his fans because his Raimon self still shines even to this day. He went to pursue what a man once told him, a decade ago – that he should one day go to Europe, see where soccer was born. He’s been loving the trip, so far, even if he misses Japan sometimes. Calling back home always heals up some of the homesickness, at least.

Kazemaru, on the other hand, plays on the other side of the Alps, in Italy. Even after their middle school days were over, he pursued sports instead of athletics and, to this day, hasn’t regretted his definitive choices. Playing for a high-ranking team means he doesn’t get as much enjoyment out of team friendship anymore, but it gets counterbalanced at least in some part thanks to his regular visits to and from Endou. At least, the top level justifies the hassle and he doesn’t regret at least seeing and testing it for himself. The top stage of the soccer world allows him to run as fast as he can.

When they can attend each other’s matches, they’ll fairly easily find each other in the stadium’s audience. Endou is very loud, as he’s always been, so Kazemaru always spots him without much trouble – he’s loud, standing up and wearing his bright orange headband. There is no way to miss him whenever he can come, even if he drops unannounced because what he may have been busy with got cancelled or postponed. In fact, Kazemaru may likes the surprise aspect of those impromptu visits more than he usually likes Endou’s visits: they always leave a much sweeter taste because that’s when he sees the most that, no matter where they go or how much distance separates them, they’ll always be here for each other. It’s very much unlike any relationships, be it platonic or romantic, that he’s ever been into.

Kazemaru has a slightly more discreet and stealthier approach to it, but Endou never misses to spot him in the audience either. He always finds a spot where he can be seen, especially compared to everyone else, bearing the colours of Endou’s team around his neck. From the outside, he may just be another supporter – which is true, since he’s Endou’s biggest – but he’s also much more than that. He just tends to appreciate more privacy compared to his boyfriend, that’s all.

However, being in separate teams most of the time has never meant they couldn’t play on the same side of the field, sometimes. Sure, there have been more times in European tournaments where they’ve had to oppose each other (indirectly, most of the time, but it never prevented Kazemaru from at least trying to reach the goal and attempt a shoot with someone else) than times where they’ve had the opportunity to have each other’s backs on the field, but – and Endou believes a lot in this mindset – that’s what makes those times so much better.

It’s rare, so it’s something they enjoy as thoroughly as possible. Wearing the same emblem on their jerseys, being able to kick a ball off the goalpost directly to the other, defending together when just goalkeeping isn’t enough… it’s all part of the experience. They’re the little things that make the big picture so beautiful.

This time, they got both selected to be in the starting line-up of Japan’s representative soccer team for the next Olympic Games and it’s both an honour and a chance for self-indulgence. There’s nothing like cheering a teammate, after all, they both learnt that throughout their days as amateurs in a small junior high soccer team. Once again, they’ll wear the different uniforms of a same team and rise up to the top together, as allies, friends and something more.

The world is once again theirs do seize and that’s what they’ve both wanted for so long that, truly, neither of them can accurately tell for how long. All they know, and all that matters here, is what is going to happen.

#inazuma eleven #enkaze #endou mamoru #kazemaru ichirouta #ina11writingexchange #my writing #forelsketparadise

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dailytomlinson · 4 years

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Back in December, a month before Louis Tomlinson’s debut album Walls was released, I had the honor to attend one of his album release parties in Atlanta, Georgia.

I expected my year to go differently: to travel across the country to attend several Louis shows. Little did I know sitting in the local bar in Atlanta it would be the last time I would see the musician who changed my life for the foreseeable future.

Even though nine months have passed, I can still say it was one of the greatest days of my life.

The three-hour drive to Georgia felt like five, but once the Atlanta skyline appeared over the Interstate, my mind filled with anticipation and excitement knowing I would hug Louis in near hours and hear Walls for the first time. Being in a bar with Louis just hanging out with only a few selected fans seemed unfathomable. We checked into our downtown hotel, which was paid for by Sony, and got ready with only a few hours to spare.

Once the Uber dropped us off at the bar, reality hit me. I would be in close proximity inside with the artist who shaped and saved my life — and I just wanted to remember it forever. I wanted to stay frozen in this moment. As we waited outside, the radio host, Adam Bomb, handed us papers to write our questions on. He reminded us to keep the questions respectful and music-centered if we wanted them to be considered. My question was, “I know songwriting is the major part of the album process for you. Can you talk a little bit about your songwriting process?” It wasn’t asked, but one of Bomb’s questions was about his writing process.

Fifteen long minutes waiting outside in the cold, and we were inside. The radio station confiscated our phones at the door to protect Louis’s unreleased music. A couple of tables surrounded a high chair, where Louis would sit for the interview.

My friends and I sat at a table straight across from the chair with a clear view of Louis. Adam Bomb sat in the chair next to Louis’s, and he flipped through the cue cards for preparation of the exclusive event.

“Please welcome to the room, Louis Tomlinson!”

Louis, dressed in a black sweater, jeans, and the usual sneaker, walked out from a curtain in the corner of the room. Smiley and waving, he admired the small room of fans who cheered and shouted for his entrance.

He sat in his chair, inches from where my friends and I sat, smiling occasionally at our table. Adam asked Louis a couple questions about the album (I can’t even recall what because I sat there in silent awe admiring him). It was the happiest I ever felt. It was an out-of-body experience where I wanted to pinch myself to wake up. I just couldn’t believe this was real.

As Louis exited the room, Adam talked to the crowd about how special and exclusive it is for us to hear songs from an unreleased album. He reminded us to be respectful and to enjoy Louis’s hard work.

The first track played. “Too Young.”

The audio was extremely quiet, and Louis shouted from behind the curtain, “Oi! Turn it up!” We all laughed, and Bomb turned up the volume letting the poetic words be heard. The room was silent with everyone intensely listening to the love song. I sat with my jaw open, and tears immediately filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe Louis wrote something so poetic and purposeful. Immediately, I knew this album would be better than anyone expected.

Louis’s photographer, along with the radio station’s, captured fans’ reactions and even recorded and photographed my friends and me from across the room. I felt so humiliated that my tears and freak-out with my friends were being documented, but one of the workers later told us our reactions made the room fun and she could tell how much he meant to us.

Later, a photo of me and my friends was plastered on Louis’s and the radio’s social media.

We listened to “Perfect Now” and “Walls” and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Louis peaking around the curtain wanting to see our reactions to his years of hard work. He signaled to his security guard to give us tissues and he came to our table and handed us napkins for our tears.

After we listened to the songs, Louis sat back down for the interview. He said it was a beautiful thing to see a reaction like that from fans after working so hard as a solo artist. It was evident he loved being in a room with fans, we mean so much to him and we make him extremely comfortable.

He talked about the tour and how he wanted to keep it authentic and intimate for the fans. Bomb asked about his Live Life Love show in Nashville days prior, which I attended, and when we clapped he laughed and said, “Yeah, yeah, you were there.” I couldn’t believe he remembered us from the meet-and-greet just days ago.

Bomb followed up with his joke and asked if he sees fans freak out on the front row, and then he pointed at us and said, “You’ve been front row, I know you have,” smiling and laughing at our shocked faces.

https://twitter.com/Q997Atlanta/status/1202402335168901123

Bomb asked a couple of fan questions. Louis talked about his writing process, tour, and Walls. The interview was kept professional and exciting, which I appreciated.

After the interview, Bomb invited everyone to the front for a group selfie. Things became extremely intense when Louis was almost mobbed by fans who shoved chairs down to run up to him. Rylee, a fan Louis donated money to make her home accessible, was blocked by fans from coming to the front to be seen. At this exact moment, I knew I spent ten years of my life supporting the right person. He firmly asked the girls to move so Rylee could come to the front, and when they didn’t, he walked to the back and moved a chair out of her way so she was able to be seen in the photo. I wanted to sob when I saw him go out of his way for someone who has spent most of her life looked over. He truly has a heart of gold.

After the selfie, we lined up for the meet and greet with him. His smile was so contagious and he greeted every fan with a warm hug. He signed Donny jerseys and drew tattoos for fans, and as the line inched closer, my eyes filled with tears and my heart raced. Before I knew it, my friend was hugging Louis and he looked me up and down, arms wide open for a hug greeted with a huge smile. We talked briefly, I hugged him again, and I walked off. It’s hard to put into words, but his positive energy is contagious and hugging him feels like home. He’s such a special soul.

After I met him, they made us leave the bar, and my friends and I waited to wave him bye as he left. I wanted to have a tattoo drawn by him, but my anxious mind forgot. Maybe one day, though. My friends and I hung outside for a while and the radio team interviewed us for their social media.

https://twitter.com/Q997Atlanta/status/1202437699317174273

To be in the room for such a special moment to share with an artist you’ve looked up to is truly the greatest feeling ever. I never want to forget how happy and excited I was during those thirty minutes. Leaving the party, I wanted to be able to listen to the songs over and over — but I couldn’t for another month. Being one of only a handful of people who heard Walls before its release was so special yet so tough at the same time. It was hard to keep everything to myself and not leak spoilers, but I knew I had to do it for Louis. I wrote down lyrics and everything I could remember from the album to cherish until Walls was released.

My closest friends were able to join me on this once in a lifetime journey, and here’s what they had to say about the experience.

What was your favorite moment from the party?

Caitlin: My favorite moment was telling him that I would see him four times on tour. His response was, “Thank you, love,” and he looked so happy when I told him that.

Bri: My favorite moment from the listening party is whenever we took the group picture with Louis! He realized this little girl named Rylee wasn’t anywhere near and went out of his way to go help her get into the picture. He ended up putting her in the front with him and that just warmed my heart to the max.

Makayley: My favorite moment from the party was definitely hugging him and watching him interact with Rylee, but I also loved listening to the songs with everyone and the excitement of it all.

How did you react when you found out you won?

Caitlin: It was super last minute when I found out I was able to go. I was super excited because I have always wanted to attend a listening party.

Bri: When I found out I won passes to the listening party, my mind went everywhere! I was crying, shaking, screaming, and panicking. I was the last winner, the last hour. It was CRAZY!

Makayley: I had a panic attack in math class and um thirty minutes later (oops)

What was your favorite song from the three we heard?

Caitlin: My favorite song was “Perfect Now.” Something about it put me in the feels.

Bri: My favorite song out of the three we listened to has to be “Perfect Now.” The lyrics spoke to my soul. Especially the lyric that said, “Keep your head up, love.” Just due to the fact, I’ve gone through some difficult times in life and just hearing that sent me into orbit. I was crying a lot at first but then went into a place of peace and happiness.

Makayley: “Walls” definitely.

What was your initial reaction from the songs?

Caitlin: I was really impressed with the lyrics. Being able to listen to those songs for the first time was super special. I thought the sound was definitely in his lane.

Bri: I could not just have one reaction to the songs we heard. I was happy, sad, surprised, a random emotion you can’t even describe.

Makayley: I was just really proud knowing how hard he had worked on it and how far he’s come.

Did Louis answer your question? What was his response

Caitlin: Louis did answer my question about which song off the album are you most excited to play on tour to which he responded, “Probably ‘Kill My Mind.’”

Bri: No, Louis did NOT answer my question but I was happy with the ones that did get answered.

Makayley: No.

Do you wish they did anything differently about the party?

Caitlin: I wish they would have allowed us more time to talk and spend with him. the meet and greet was rushed I think. but overall it was a fun experience.

Bri: Absolutely not. It was fine as it was. So close together, we all understood each other, etc.. It was amazing!

Makayley: No, I liked the way it was very chilled out and in the setting, it was (my only problem was with the accessibility of it).

What was meeting Louis like for you?

Caitlin: Super special. it was so nice to get to say hi to him and just tell him how much I love him and couldn’t wait to see his tour.

Bri: Meeting Louis was anxiety-filled. It was my first time ever meeting one of the people I look up to. Overall, it was an amazing experience. Louis was the sweetest and most genuine person ever!

Makayley: Meeting Louis was definitely a monumental moment as for all he had helped Rylee and myself with. But, hugging him definitely got me through a rough patch, and the feeling that the hug gave me still helps me to this day.

#united by pop #louis tomlinson #with fans #281020 #press

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fantastic-rambles · 3 years

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Your Move [1]

Fandom: Yuukoku no Moriarty

Summary: I just wanted William to play chess with Sherlock because I’m a nerd. Starts shortly before the events of “Scandal in the British Empire” and will loosely follow the manga (hopefully). A real game is played throughout the story. [NOTE: Given the time period, there’s an argument to be made that they should be using descriptive notation, which was far more common in England at the time. But I personally believe that William would opt to use the more elegant algebraic notation. I also wanted to confuse John initially, not that that’s hard. Lol.]

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty, John Watson, Louis James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Fred Porlock, Albert James Moriarty (mentioned)

Warnings: None.

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"Holmes! Hey, Holmes! Message for you!"

John and Sherlock looked up at the cheeky call, watching Wiggins run up to them while waving an envelope. It was about the size of a calling card, and after Sherlock accepted it and turned it over, they both saw that the front was blank.

"I've got orders to wait for your reply," Wiggins informed Sherlock with a grin, a shilling flashing briefly between his fingers before it disappeared. Curious, John peered over Sherlock's shoulder as he opened the envelope, pulling out a small card with a cryptic message written in a neat script.

1. e4 Your move, Mr. Detective.

But Sherlock seemed to have understood it immediately, given the way his face had lit up. Usually, he only looked that excited when he was solving an interesting case or talking about the mysterious Lord of Crime.

"John, give me a pen," Sherlock said, holding a hand out expectantly as he flipped the card over to the other side. Even though he was still confused, John obeyed, unclipping the pen from his pocket and handing it over. Grinning, the master detective scrawled "e6" onto the back before stuffing it back in the envelope and handing it to Wiggins, who immediately dashed off.

"What was that about, Sherlock?" John asked as he tucked his pen away again. "Something related to the Lord of Crime?"

"Nah, it was Liam. He must be in London today!" Sherlock's stride lengthened as he made as if to follow the urchin, and John had to hurry to catch up to his sudden energy. He'd only really seen William James Moriarty in passing, when he had been arrested on the train and subsequently exonerated, but Lestrade had told him afterwards about the young noble who had proved himself to be as intelligent as Sherlock. John found it hard to believe that there could be anyone who could compete with his flatmate, but he did feel a sense of gratitude to Moriarty for his contributions to securing his freedom.

Still, seeing how Sherlock could behave like a child… or rather, a child looking forward to playing with a friend (since he behaved like a child most of the time), John felt that he could believe Lestrade. Just talking to anyone else seemed to bore Sherlock since it was incredibly difficult--if not impossible--to keep up with him, so for him to actively seek out someone else suggested that, at the very least, he sincerely found them to be fascinating. John couldn't help feeling bad for William, though; Sherlock was difficult enough to deal with when he had no personal interest in someone. To be an object of his obsession seemed like it would be positively exhausting.

"Wait, Sherlock. Wiggins went that way," John pointed out as they crossed an intersection where he'd seen the boy turn left, but Sherlock shook his head.

"Do you really think I'm going to chase after a child? As long as I can figure out where Liam is, that's what's important. Taxi!"

John sighed, but he followed Sherlock into the hansom cab, listening to his friend give instructions to the driver. Their route brought them to the outskirts of London, depositing them outside a large manor, and John had a sinking feeling that he knew just who the owner was. Sherlock didn't hesitate to step inside the gates and walk up the broad walkway framed by carefully manicured gardens, while John followed more hesitantly.

"Sherlock, there's etiquette that should be observed when you're calling on someone," he whispered. If the card had really come from the second son of the Moriarty family, then wouldn't he be in town, rather than at home? John simply couldn't fathom how Sherlock had come to the conclusion that the man was here, and he hoped that his friend wouldn't make too much of a fuss when he was told otherwise.

"Don't be such a bore, John. Knowing Liam, he's probably expecting me." He rapped smartly on the door before John could reply. Bracing himself for the inevitable confrontation, John glanced around the grounds. There seemed to be a surprising lack of servants: John had only spotted one young-looking gardener kneeling by some rose bushes. He had looked up briefly as the two men passed by before returning to his work, and John wondered if the other workers were just taking a break. It hardly seemed likely that such a well-tended estate could be managed by just one worker.

When the door opened, a rather rough-looking butler looked out at the two of them, and John tried to look apologetic, but Sherlock didn't seem put off at all, speaking up before the other man could even inquire about their visit.

"Is Liam in?" Sherlock asked.

The man seemed to contemplate them for a little longer before turning around and calling, "Oi, Will, there's two blokes here to see you! I think one of them's that famous detective!"

His lack of propriety shocked John. Were the Moriartys some sort of eccentric family? Their servants certainly gave him that impression. Or maybe they had hired them out of noblesse oblige, giving them an opportunity to earn a living and learn how to work, so that they could find employment in other houses afterwards, as some other families did. After all, they had adopted and cared for two orphan children, one of whom had died in a fire, but the other one still lived with them. If so, that was rather admirable, though still odd, as there didn't appear to be any upper servants who would normally be given the role of training new workers. But before he could contemplate the situation further, a familiar face appeared in the doorway of another room.

"Mr. Holmes? And Dr. Watson?"

The young aristocrat approached the two of them, his expression curious, but not surprised.

"We were just about to have tea," William informed them. "Would you like to join us?"

"Thanks for the invitation!" Sherlock replied enthusiastically, stepping inside without any reservations. John followed more slowly, letting the butler close the door behind them. All three of them followed William through the room that he had appeared from, stepping out onto a low patio that looked out over the garden. William's adopted brother--Louis, if John remembered correctly--was standing by a table already set for afternoon tea, meticulously polishing one of the knives before setting it down. Four places had been set, which surprised John. It seemed that Sherlock had been right: William had been expecting them.

"Please, sit." William gestured to the chairs, and Sherlock and Louis immediately claimed the seats closest to him, leaving John to gingerly take his own seat across from William. Louis poured out the tea with a deft hand as Sherlock leaned towards William, his eyes glittering with excitement.

"So, Liam, what brings you to London? Another plot by the Lord of Crime?" he asked, plucking a scone off the platter and shoving it whole into his mouth. John, who had just begun to sip on his tea, choked. Seizing a napkin, he began to cough vigorously into it, his eyes huge. Was Sherlock really suggesting that William was a murderer, or at least working with one? His coughing fit prevented him from hearing most of the answer, but judging from William's face, he hadn't taken any offense at the accusation.

"... just helping Albert out," William was saying airily when John finally managed to get himself back under control. Taking a deep breath, he managed another sip of tea without incident before helping himself to a madeleine.

"Albert is your elder brother, right? And he's in the military?"

"He was, but he's been discharged. Currently, he's setting up a company to invest in trading companies or factories in England. After all, it would be beneficial to our society to support progress and provide people with opportunities to break free of the traditional system in which the poor are bound to the land they are born on, with no choice but to work for the gentry, don't you think?"

"Aaaah, that sort of stuff doesn't concern me," Sherlock replied, waving his hand dismissively, and John winced. Of course, he knew that Sherlock was the kind of person who completely ignored anything that didn't interest him, but for him to continue behaving in such a way when they were guests was deeply insulting to the host. "You're probably right, though, Liam. Anyways, it seems that my reply hasn't arrived yet? e6."

William arched an eyebrow, then leaned back and beckoned the butler over, murmuring something to him before turning back to Sherlock. "d4."

"d5."

They spat strange codes at each other, and John glanced at Louis, who looked irritated as he stared at Sherlock. John couldn't blame him: if William was half as obnoxious as Sherlock when it came to flaunting his intellect, then the other man must have also gone through a lot. Feeling as though the two of them had been left out of whatever was happening, John leaned towards the other man.

"The tea is very nice," he said awkwardly, but at least it caught Louis' attention.

"Thank you," Louis replied with some stiffness.

"Do you know what they're doing?"

Just as Louis was about to reply, William and Sherlock's next exchange answered the question for him, though it seemed that they were using some sort of system that John was unfamiliar with.

"Knight to c3."

"Bishop to b4."

"e5."

"c5."

By then, the butler had reappeared with a chess board, placing it down between Sherlock and William. As William reached out to move a piece, Sherlock chuckled.

"You can't expect me to believe that you need that, Liam. Come on, let's keep going."

But William just smiled as he continued to rearrange the board.

"There's a certain charm in moving the pieces yourself, Mr. Holmes. It's easy to just use words to command others, but if you distance yourself from the feeling of having their lives in your hands, it's very easy to forget what's important. A game of chess is ultimately a game of war, and even the pieces that fall to the wayside or are sacrificed should have their value remembered. Don't you agree, Dr. Watson?"

"Excuse me?" John blinked, surprised to be suddenly addressed, and William picked up a bishop, toying idly with the carved birch piece.

"As an army doctor, you would have a better insight into this discussion, wouldn't you?" William asked, staring at him intently. John was reminded of the unwavering stare of a viper, coiled in the trenches and ready to strike at any man unwary enough to walk about without checking if there was anything underfoot. "To you, are the men you treated, or those who died on the operating table, just numbers? Or did they have names and families, reasons to travel so far from home to die in a distant land?"

"Well..." John shifted uncomfortably, his mind shying away from those memories, so he was relieved when Sherlock suddenly reached out and grabbed William's hand.

"Oi, Liam, it's just a game. Make your move already."

William blinked, and the intense pressure that John was feeling faded. "Ah. I apologize if my questions upset you, Dr. Watson. Excessive curiosity is not a very attractive trait, I'm afraid, but it is one of my flaws."

He contemplated the board briefly before placing down the piece in his hand. "Bishop to d2."

"Brother," Louis interrupted softly. "We're supposed to meet Albert soon."

"Is it that time already?" William pulled out a pocket watch, opening it to examine the dial. Then, he snapped it closed again, getting to his feet and straightening his clothing. "I do apologize, gentlemen, but we have a prior engagement. If you'll just wait a short while, Mr. Moran will call you a cab."

"Eh, don't be such a killjoy, Liam. You're heading into town, right? You could give us a ride," Sherlock protested, but William shook his head, smiling enigmatically.

"Unfortunately, I would not be good company. There are several documents that I was planning to go over this afternoon, so I'll need to catch up on them in the carriage instead. But it was worth it, as this was far more enjoyable. Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson." He inclined his head slightly in a clear farewell, leaving the patio with his brother trailing behind him.

"Liam! Knight to e7!" Sherlock called after him before slumping back in his chair. He reached out to nudge his knight forward before sighing and tilting his head back to stare at the sky. John recognized the signs for the start of one of his flatmate's dark moods, but fortunately, the butler came to fetch them before Sherlock tried to do anything extreme. Again, John was struck by how unprofessional the man seemed as he ushered them out the door and into the waiting carriage.

"Sherlock, what do you think of the butler? Mr. Moran?" John asked in an attempt to distract his friend as the horses clopped through the gate. Sherlock was digging around in his pockets, eventually pulling out his cigarette case and taking one out.

"Match," he ordered brusquely, and John handed him the requested match, waiting for him to light his cigarette and take a long drag. Only after that did Sherlock deign to answer his question.

"He isn't a butler by trade. He was a soldier before--an officer, most likely, since he seems to come from a noble family. He probably saw a lot of men that he cared about die while he was abroad, but unlike you, he seems to be mostly over it now. Perhaps you should ask him for a referral to his therapist."

John frowned. "What's a man like that doing as a butler?"

"What's an army doctor doing as an assistant to the world's only consulting detective?" Sherlock retorted. "People have their own circumstances, and their decisions don't always make sense to others. What?"

John was gaping at his friend as though he'd suddenly grown another head.

"What?" Sherlock repeated, and John shook off his surprise slowly.

"I didn't expect you to actually show consideration towards someone else," he replied, his eyebrows still raised.

"What are you talking about? What about Hope?" Sherlock pointed out, sounding mildly irritated, as he usually did whenever John pointed out something patently obvious--at least to Sherlock. But before John could respond, the carriage stopped, and their driver announced, "221 Baker Street!"

They exited the cab, and as they were crossing the threshold of 221B, John suddenly remembered another, more pressing issue.

"And what was that about? Accusing William of being the Lord of Crime? Even as a joke, that was incredibly rude of you!" he reprimanded Sherlock, only to be taken aback when the other man actually laughed out loud. The suddenness of it even prompted Miss Hudson to poke her head around the corner to see what was happening.

"He's brilliant, isn't he? But you don't need to worry about that, John. He's just playing along, like he did on the train. God, if he really was the Lord, it would be perfect!"

Still laughing, he headed upstairs. John exchanged an exasperated look with Miss Hudson's confused one, then headed up himself.

[Part 2]

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yuumori #ynm #fanfic #fan fic #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #john watson #louis james moriarty #sebastian moran #fred porlock #albert james moriarty #mine #fun trivia: if the card was treated as an actual calling/visiting card then sherlock was rude as fuck #because receiving the card in an envelope means please don't visit me #and the extra settings were actually supposed to be for moran and fred lol

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nemirutami · 4 years

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How to grow an audience as an artist (by your own means)!

There’s been a lot of discourse lately in the art community and I’ve seen a lot of small artists bicker with big artists regarding followers and commission prices. Well, I’m not having any of it. I made a nifty tip-list on twitter on how to grow an audience and I think it needs to be said here too for those who need to hear it.

This thread is for you, me, and everyone who wants to grow an audience & find business opportunities. I've compiled a list of helpful ways to have your art seen (from my own experience) and i'll be breaking them down step by step in this thread. Let's start with 1.

1) You should not only be posting on twitter (the search engine is very poor here). You should post your art to instagram, tumblr, deviantart, Youtube, ANY media platform where images and videos are easy to digest. It's a chore, but also a worthy sacrifice to get more eyes on you

2) If you post in a EU timezone but your audience is mostly american, well, then you missed your optimal posting window. Know where most of your audience is located (you can put up a poll!) And schedule posting during/around a time where people are likely to be free + awake.

3) Supporting other creators isn't annoying! Your engagement doesn't only help boost the artist you love in the algorithm, but it also makes you easier to find if someone clicks on their art to read the comments! It's a win-win for both of you!

4) If you want to make sure your work is seen, use tags on all the art you post! On twitter it looks ugly (that's why i don't do it often if at all) but on sites like instagram and tumblr it's easy to hide tags for aesthetic. Know what tags are most active and tag accordingly.

5) If you draw something really popular, keep in mind that the content pool for said popular thing/ship is INFLATED. Try to bring something new to the conversation. Something that makes people go "i NEED to follow this person bc they're the only one that GETS IT".

6) Twitter and tumblr (with the right extension) has a function that can "turn off retweets/reblogs" To make sure others are guaranteed to see your art, you can post it again as a new post to make sure it doesn't get blocked by the RT/RB feature. Repost old art for new followers!

7) Collaborating with others helps build both your audience and your friends/mutual's audience! If your interests align (like fandom or even ships) people from both your sides are more likely to go follow you/your friend based on what they see! Give your best in collabs!

8) Not everyone can host streams because of cpu limitations, but what you CAN do is make step-by-step gifs/imgs with online tools to then post it online. Make sure you host streams when people are free and not at work! It's a good chance to engage in chat live, too.

9) If you have commitment and time, join zines, fan projects, weeks, and events hosted by your fandom. This way, you're making content of something you love and you have an audience already willing to watch what you make!

10) You can host your own digital zine to avoid merch/shipping cost and put it up in an online store for download! You can also host weeks/events yourself to get others on board. Only make physical zines/prints if you know what you're doing and have resources to spend!

11) character bdays, game updates, and game release dates happen once a year, but they happen once a year for PLENTY of things. This way, if you draw for things you love and post on the day it's most relevant, more people will be likely to search/share and see it!

12) We all know when the next nintendo direct drops, we see artists RUN with excitement to draw for it RIGHT AWAY. This is both bc we're excited and because we know we have a small window of oppertunity to hit the PEAK of online activity. Your art is more likely to be seen NOW.

13) You have to make content to be seen. Sometimes, being seen doesn't mean your art is good as much as it means you're posting consistently and giving people reason to come back to you/enjoy having you on their feed. The more you post, the more likely you can be seen/rtd.

14) Sketches, doodles, wips, unfinished things! None of these things matter as much to your followers as it does to you! Most of them enjoy seeing you post art, no matter what kind. Post sketches, doodles, comparisons, etc! Let them see/share more of your work!

15) Don't be afraid to interact with your followers or even people who approach you with questions! Being social is difficult, but know that followers love when you reply to them (speaking for myself bc i love when other artists or reply to my comments )! Engage!

16) You'll learn this from personal experience. There are (with attitude) definitely bad clients and bad artists. But all you need to consider is being respetful and mindful and take your clients consideration to heart. If you can't offer something, be honest! They'll understand.

17) You can grow a lot in a year, but you know what will impress people? If you take that 1 drawing you did when you were 14 of tokyo mew mew and redrew it in your new style! Success stories are worth following. Hard work is always valued and appreciated- flaunt it!

18) Tutorials or step-by-steps are easy ways to get more artists to notice you because we're all trying to do our best to learn and grow. By posting studies or tutorials, you're not only inviting others to share your experience, but you're inspiring them to try new things!

19) Have your art/business email EVERYWHERE. In your twitter bio, on your instagram, tumblr, youtube, etc. Anywhere where you might need it. This way, no matter WHAT platform people find you on, they can ALWAYS count on reaching you via email if your dms are closed!

20) There are several free websites (weebly for one) that offer a lot of freedom and customization. My best tip for making a site is: make it organized, easily readable, un-cluttered, to-the-point, and aesthetically pleasing. No complicated navigation; focus on accessability.

21) Sometimes, drawing 1 popular thing ONCE is not enough. This is bc unless you have something unique or mainstream, people will go where they can get more of said popular content. If you've already been drawing for a fandom, yr more likely to get followers from that fandom.

22) The most important point. Never equate your audience to your worth, and never equate your followers to a progress bar. It's insulting to both you and your followers who are rooting for you. You're worth much more than you get, but it's your job to make others see it. BE LOUD!

Addendum: I didn't put "luck" here bc it isn't something you yourself can control outside of what I've already shared. But keep in mind a lot of the time, it really is about A LOT of luck. Keep your head up, and do your best. 10 followers or 10k followers idc, IM rooting for you.

#tnt txt #rant #idk im tagging rant in case sm1 doesnt wanna see my yell

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