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beansterpie · 13 hours

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ES21 japanese volumes part 3/??

<< part 1 < part 2 ||

HAHAHA guess who found a site with japanese scans?? (Also yes hello it's been close to.... half a year??? (fuck) since my last post-- a big part of that is because taking clear pics of panels/pages on my phone was a pain in the ass so I kept procrastinating lol)

Now lets get back into it!

We left off at the end of Sena's unwilling first morning practice, where we got to see just how fast he's able to run. We were then informed that their first match is happening the following day... while only having 3 players :')

oh the lengths one must take to subdue Cerberos....

Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: We need 8 people by tomorrow's match! We'll split up to gather them! Panel 3 -> KURITA: 8 people? SENA: I thought you said that American Football requires 11 people...

You'd think he might catch on to what's happening after all the 'top speed in the NFL!' fuss at the end of the last chapter.... but our boy is not smart, your honor.

But Hiruma (seemingly) relents, saying how they each have to find at least 3 people to help out their team by the end of the day. Whoever finds the least amount of people faces whatever penalty game that Hiruma comes up with, so uh, there's reason to fear.

Panel 1 -> Basketball club Panel 2 -> SENA: Alright, I'll start here...! Panel 3 -> imaginary SENA: How would you like to play in an American Football match? Panel 4 -> imaginary SENA: We'll prepare all of the equipment! All you have to bring is your fighting spirit!!

imagination vs reality....

Panel 1 -> SENA: Um... excuse me Panel 2 -> SENA: So... I was wondering if maybe I could get you guys to play in an American Football match for us... or something... Panel 4 -> JERSEY #16: Ahh... I'll pass. JERSEY #8: Yeah, not interested. SENA: I-is that so... Panel 5 -> SENA: Aahh-- it's no good. Why do I always....

Ah poor Sena. But all those years of timidness and cowardice aren't going to up and disappear overnight because then we wouldn't have a story. Also, an aside, but in these earlier chapters Sena has this little... verbal tick, I guess? where he ends his sentences (usually requests) with "なんて…" (na-nn-te), shown in panel 2. A different form of the word is often used at the end of a joke, meaning essentially "just kidding!", and this is like... an uncommitted, spineless little version of that. He's asking them if they would please consider playing in a match, and basically ending it with: "haha jk...." 😔

I translated it as "or something..." because he ISN'T joking, he just can't help but say it because he's that non-confrontational, and I thought that might be confusing without context? Or perhaps I'm just over-explaining, but alas.

Panel 1 -> KURITA: Wanna play in an American Football match!? Panel 2 -> JERSEY #16 & #8: No! Panel 4 -> SENA: No, it's not over yet! This isn't the only sports club! Panel 5 -> SENA: I'll go around to all of 'em--! Panel 6 -> HIRUMA: You're playing in a match for the American Football club!

I had to put in all three of their uh, pitches? to the basketball club because I love this little sequence lol. It's such a fun way to show the differences in how each character approaches a problem, and visually displays their body language so well. It's like the funniest version of the three billy goats gruff story

Is this the first official appearance of Hiruma's little black book? It's funny, it's dastardly, and it's just as much for the sake of cartoon violence as his guns are lol. (Seriously, some of the stuff he uses to blackmail people has me side eyeing Hiruma (and Inagaki) real hard rip. The fact that you're not supposed to take any of it seriously is it's saving grace.)

Panel 1 -> JERSEY #16: Uwah, again!? JERSEY #8: Will you give it a rest!! We said we're not gonna play!! Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: Hooo~ that defiant attitude.... I take it you two are first years? Panel 3 -> HIRUMA: Hhmmmm, so Satake-kun from year 1 class 2, and Yamaoka-kun from class 5, huh? Panel 4 -> HIRUMA: Satake-kun is-- well well! The true culprit behind the underwear thefts of the swimming club! And Yamaoka-kun-- what's this? He gives a kiss to his poster of Ai Kago every morning? Whoow, isn't this painful! SATAKE: Wha-- YAMAOKA: How do you-- Panel 5 -> HIRUMA: Now, I think I'll just spread the word!!! SATAKE: Waahh w-we'll play, we'll play! YAMAOKA: Please let us play in the American Football match!!

The severity of the dirt seems pretty skewed to me, but I guess to a teenage anime boy from the early 00's, general embarrassment is just as bad as sexually harrassing your schoolmates 🙃

But anyway, now we know exactly why Hiruma is so feared by the general student body (and faculty)! A real menace to society <3 Btw, at the time Ai Kago was a girl in the pop idol group Morning Musume.

After going to every other sports club in Deimon, Sena finally comes into some luck at the track and field club....

ISHIMARU: An American Football match? Yeah sure, I'll play!

Ishimaru.... you're such a good guy..... 😭

Panel 1 -> SENA: R-really!? ISHIMARU: Yeah, and y'know-- Hiruma's probably gathering the first years, right? Panel 2 -> ISHIMARU: So if I play with them, I'll get to know their physical abilities, and I can invite any of the promising ones to the track and field club. Panel 3 -> ISHIMARU: That's ok, isn't it? As a give and take. SENA: O-of course!! Panel 4 -> SENA: (Yay, that's one person!) Then I'll be seeing you tomorrow! Panel 5 -> ISHIMARU: Tomorrow!!? That's impossible! SENA: What--!!? Panel 6 -> ISHIMARU: I work part time for the local magazine delivery-- I have to deliver them all by noon tomorrow so it'll be tight. Sorry

Poor boy can't catch a break. And enjoy Ishimaru in his like, first and last serious arc for the rest of the series..... :') you deserved better my boy.....

Ishimaru's fairly casual attitude towards Hirma makes me so curious about what he's like in class though lol. I guess for people that Hiruma has no direct use for, they end up flying under the radar and don't have a strong opinion on him? Maybe to some students in Deimon, Hiruma is just 'that eccentric guy in my grade' lol. Strange thought.

But you know, at least Hiruma managed to get some people to help out! Wow, such charisma.

Panel 1 -> (from left to right on the chart -> ): Sena, Kurita, Hiruma Panel 2 -> SENA: Amazing!! So many, just by himself...

Panel 1 -> SENA: Hiiee!? Panel 2 -> KURITA: Hey.... I guess you're also at zero, huh.... Panel 3 -> KURITA: Even Hiruma stopped after 7 people.... and all the sports clubs have already gone home.... It's no good, we're not going to make it in time for the tournament.... Panel 5 -> SENA: I-I'm going to make another round!

Like, ok. So I haven't actually read that many sports manga (mainly because they tend to not hold my attention very long), but Eyeshield's opening chapters are so charming and cute and like... well set up that I always love re-reading it. It might ultimately be a classic coming of age/underdog story, but at this point Sena isn't even interested in playing the damn sport lol (in fact playing the sport is the thing he's got the most reservations about). It's just that he's made friends with Kurita and wants to help him (and Hiruma) towards this goal they're so passionate about, and also wants to feel like a part of something. Idk, it's really successful in fleshing out Sena's personality imo, and manages to make this extremely cowardly kid very endearing (which I think is kind of a rare thing in a shounen manga protag, not to mention a sports manga one).

BUT anyway, he spots Ishimaru doing deliveries and jumps over the fence to reach him.

SENA: Please let me gopher-- no, I mean-- please let me help you!

His heart is in the right place! When you've been a doormat your whole life, it takes a minute to move past it!!

Anyway, skipping ahead a few pages because I've already used too many images on this chapter lol (not me straight up posting half the pages of this chapter so far 😭) -- Sena helps Ishimaru deliver half of the magazines and so they manage to hand them all out that night. Since that frees Ishimaru up the following day, he agrees to play in the match-- which means Sena managed to get one person!

He returns to the club room and tells Kurita the good news, but that still leaves them with.... 10 people.

Panel 2 -> KURITA: We're short.... one person.... Panel 3 -> KURITA: We were so close.... Panels 5 & 6 -> Sounds of the crowd cheering

Panel 1 -> SENA: U-um! Panel 2 -> SENA: For the last person, if I... if I participate...

Whenever Sena thinks about potentially playing American Football in these early chapters, I've always liked that the things he focuses on is the sound of the crowd, the... kinship, maybe? of being on a team. There's probably an element of the glory that appeals to him, but it mostly seems to be the ambience and passion and unity that he's drawn to. As opposed to like, Monta later on who (initially, anyway) really just wants the fame and adoration of being a popular player lol (and good for him, the heart wants what it wants). But for Sena, as the protagonist, it helps me connect to his wants at this point in the story a lot more organically as opposed to if his desire had always been "I wanna be The Best Sportsman™!!!" But again, that's a me thing lol.

Of course Hiruma has to interrupt before Sena commits one way or another lol

Panel 1 -> HIRUMA: That fucking konbini!! Running out of sugarless gum!! Not even flies would chew on that nasty-ass sweet gum!! Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: Oh damn, I forgot to put them up halfway through.

Hiruma's comically short temper that vanishes between one panel and the next will always be funny to me lol. Explosively coming into the club room, ranting about unimportant bullshit while tossing soda at to his teammates (which is quite thoughtful of him actually) and then casually revealing that he's taken care of everything....

Sometimes when I'm feeling unmotivated, I think to myself "what would Hiruma do?" the answer is usually 'several illegal things', but I can at least try to emulate his proactiveness lol.

Panel 2 -> SENA & KURITA: WE DID IIITT Panel 3 -> HIRUMA: We didn't do anything!!! I'm the one who ended up doing it all, you useless idiots!! Actually, give back my cola!! I don't have a single drop of fluid to spare for you morons!! Wilt and die!

Well. No one ever claimed Hiruma was gracious.

That's (more or less) the end of chapter 3! Finally!! The chapter ends with another character room, this time for Hiruma. I'm also putting Kurita's here, which was at the end of chapter 2 but didn't manage to squeeze in.

Page 1 Kurita Ryoukan 2nd Year Deimon Devilbats #77 Power: ***** Speed: * Technique: ** [upper corner: "My refrigerator" bottom left: "Bookshelf-- bursting with American Football magazines" bottom center: "Weights over 100kg"] Page 2 Hiruma Youichi 2nd Year Deimon Devilbats #1 Power: ** Speed: ** Technique: *****

When I read this manga for the first time back in highschool, I was SO frustrated that it just showed the club room instead of Hiruma's bedroom. Ngl I still feel a little cheated, but I guess they had to maintain that gremlin mystique somehow 😔

(Also join me as I puzzle over where the fuck Kurita keeps his futon.... 🤔)

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I was going to cover the next chapter as well, but I think I'll just end this part here-- the next chapter is more or less when the first match starts, so I figure I'll do those together! Honestly this chunk of the story didn't have any egregious translation errors in the fanscans so there wasn't too much to comment on that front lol. Enjoy my ramblings about how much I like these early chapters, they're so charming!

#eyeshield 21 #es21 #es21 japanese readalong #bean talking into the void

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sweet-babyrose · 2 years

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My Everyday Wish (Leila Ouahabi x Reader)

Anon request: Sweet, non-angsty best friends to lovers. Domestic life with a cat. Maybe with some uncertainty or a little jealousy.

"We're going for dinner, Leila," Jenni said. "Want to come?" She was standing beside Leila's locker as she pulled a sweatshirt over her head.

"Let me text Y/N and see if she wants to. I was supposed to go to her house tonight." She reached into her bag for her phone, shooting off a text to you. She could have just run up the stairs to your office but her legs felt so heavy and tired.

Jenni didn't say anything but she smirked at her friend. One of these days, Leila was going to realize how Y/N felt about her and Leila was going was realize that she felt the same way. She was still pissed at Alba for having introduced Leila to her friend, Nerea, last winter. It had been terrible to watch Y/N watch Leila get closer to Nerea. And it had been terrible when Nerea had broken up with Leila a few months ago.

"She's asking where we're going. I'm taking that as a yes." Leila looked up, smiling at Jenni. "I guess we're in."

Jenni told her where they were all meeting and asked if she wanted a ride. She wasn't at all surprised when Leila said she'd come with you. "Alright, see you both there." Jenni picked up her bag and walked over the Alexia to wait for her.

Leila finished getting dressed. She shoved all her clothes into her bag, annoyed that she hadn't brought something cuter to wear. She should have known better. The girls always wanted to go out on days when she didn't bring something cute. They never went out on days when she did bring something to wear out. It was the most annoying, loveable thing about them. Picking up the last of her things, she walked out of the locker room and turned towards the parking lot.

"Hola, Leila," you said, falling into step with her.

"Shit," she said, putting a hand over her racing heart. "I thought you were still working."

"Eh. There will still be a mess tomorrow whether I leave right now or five minutes from now."

"Still haven't figured out how to pay the new player's salary?"

"I'll work it out. LaPorta was adamant about having this player. So I have to work it out or I'll probably be looking for a new job." She slung an arm around Leila's shoulder. "But enough money talk. How was training?"

"Another day in paradise. I cannot feel my legs. I can't believe Jenni chose today of all days to want to go out."

"We could just ditch and go home," you offered as you stopped beside your car. Leila put her bag in the trunk and got into the passenger seat. You slid into the driver's seat and looked at her.

"Nah, we already agreed. I'm just annoyed because I'm tired and I didn't bring anything to wear out."

"You look adorable." Leila rolled her eyes at you. "Back seat," you said, pointing over your shoulder. You laughed when Leila turned around and screamed your name in surprise. "Wear one of those, if you want." You'd picked up some clothes on your lunch break.

"You're a goddess." She dug through the pile until she found one that she liked. You kept your eyes focused ahead on the road when she pulled her sweatshirt off and changed. You didn't think it would be a good idea to let your eyes wander across the center panel to your best friend. Especially while driving.

Most of the girls were already seated when you walked in. Leila took the open seat next to Alexia, which left just the other open seat across the table for you.

"Funny, you weren't wearing that when you left," Jenni commented.

"Y/N saved the day, like always." Leila winked across the table at you causing you to take a long sip of your water. It was embarrassing the effect she had on your sometimes. Your cheeks were burning and you hoped no one noticed. With the smirk Jenni had on her face, though, you knew you'd been caught.

You let yourself get caught in conversation with Patri after that. You'd always adored the girl and you enjoyed her company. Throughout dinner, you'd catch Leila's eye and you'd both make stupid faces at each other to get a laugh.

It was late by the time dinner ended and you knew Leila probably wanted to go sleep. After saying good night to everyone, you lead Leila out to the car. She was moving slowly and her eyes were drooping already. You put a hand on her back to steady her.

"Can I just sleep at your house tonight?" she asked, when you pulled away from the restaurant.

"Yeah, of course."

When you entered your apartment, your cat immediately wove around Leila's feet. She bent over to pick her up. "Hola, bebe."

"Not even a hello for me," you said with a playful eyeroll.

"She loves me more," Leila said, laughing, and cuddling into the cat.

"Yeah, yeah." You put your things down. "I'll get something for you to sleep in while you two finish saying hi to each other."

"She's telling me she wants to sleep with me tonight."

"No way, Ouahabi!" you yelled from the hallway. "You know I need my cuddles at night." You took out some shorts and a tank for her. You left them on the bed in the guestroom before going back out. "Hand her over, thief." You stuck your arms out and waited for Leila to say goodnight to the cat. She transferred her to your arms, earning you an annoyed meow.

"Told you," she said smirking and walking away. "Good night, Y/N."

The following morning, you made Leila breakfast before you left for work. She didn't have training until later, so you left for your office without her and she left for her apartment. You were not at all prepared for the conversation you walked into when you entered your office. Your assistant, Carla, and one of the other staff members were sitting in there waiting for you. They were deep in conversation when you walked in but immediately stopped talking when they noticed you.

"Ladies. Good morning." You put your briefcase down on your chair and leaned against it, looking at them. "What can I do for you?"

"You ask," the staffer whispered, pushing Carla forward.

"What, why me?"

"She likes you."

"Girls, just ask me what you want to ask."

"It's about Leila," Carla said.

You raised an eyebrow at them. "What about Leila?" You were suddenly feeling protective of your best friend.

"Um, well. We heard she broke up with her girlfriend." You straightened, your back going stiff and your eyes narrowing. "And we were just wondering, we have a friend we think she'd get along with."

" Oh Jesus. Out of my office, right now." You rubbed your temple. "Carla, you stay behind." You had warned the younger staff that they could not get involved in the players' lives. It seems Carla hadn't listened to that warning. You hated having to give your staff a dressing down but this is one of the rules that they could not break. Blowing out a breath, you sat in your seat and gestured to the seat across from you for her to sit as well.

You got through it. But you hated it. And some of it made you feel like a hypocrite. Here you were telling Carla not to involve herself in the personal lives of the players when you had been in love with Leila for so long and you were going home with Leila every night. You reminded yourself that you were her best friend. And that she had snuck into your life despite you trying to keep a professional distance.

Scolding yourself, you turned your computer on. You had so much work to do today and you had already wasted too much time.

You were so buried in work, you missed lunch. Again. And didn't realize it until you heard the knock at your door. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was already 2pm. Leila peeked her head around your door and you waved her in.

"I brought you a coffee. Thought you might have missed lunch again." She walked over and set it on the desk in front of you, keeping one hand behind her back.

"You're so pretty. Have I told you that today?" You picked up the cup and took a sip, nearly letting out a moan. Of course she'd gotten your order right. "You're my favorite human."

"This sounds like you're flirting with me," she said.

"I will shamelessly flirt with anyone who keeps me caffeinated."

"And what do I get if I brought you a ham sandwich as well?" she asked, revealing the sandwich from behind her back.

"Marry me." She let out the loudest laugh and you leaned back in your seat to observe her, smiling at her. She reached across the desk to hand you the sandwich. "Seriously, thank you, Leila. I really appreciate it."

"What would you do without me?"

"Starve, clearly. I don't know what I did for the first 28 years of my life before I met you." You opened the sandwich wrapping and took a big bite. "Leila, thank you."

"No problem. I actually came by for a selfish reason."

"Always a hidden agenda with you."

"Well I was just wondering if I could come over tonight. We can make the tortilla like we had planned to yesterday?"

"Leila, you come to my house almost every night."

"Yeah but I just thought I should check."

"Yes you can come over tonight. And yes we can make tortilla like we planned to yesterday. Any other stupid questions? " You laughed when she stuck her tongue out at you.

"Did you pick up the wine?"

You rolled your eyes, telling her to get to practice. Of course you'd picked up the wine. You and Leila had drank through nearly your entire cellar in the last few months.

You'd picked up three bottles for tonight, just in case.

That evening, you texted Leila when you left your office to let her know you were leaving. You knew their training was ending late today. She could come by your apartment whenever she finished.

You changed into your comfy clothes and got to work chopping the potatoes and onions. Your mother would kill you if she saw you prepping onions for tortilla but you knew Leila preferred it this way. When it got to be 7 and Leila still hadn't made it, you decided to pour yourself a glass of wine.

You were into your second glass when you finally heard the knock at your door. Your cat dashed for the door again, almost tripping you. You were muttering, "traitor" at her when you pulled the door open.

"Don't be jealous, Y/N." Leila bent over to pick up the cat before she could run out the front door. She gave your cheek a kiss as she walked in. "Sorry I'm so late."

"No problem. Can I get you a glass of wine?" She nodded and followed you into the kitchen. You poured her a glass and handed it to her. She leaned back against the counter, cuddling the cat while she took a sip. "How was your day?" you asked, taking out a pan and pouring a generous amount of olive oil into.

"It was good. We had a long meeting about our next game, that's why I'm so late. But I think we're ready."

"Glad to hear it." Leila told you about the meeting while you cooked the potatoes and onions. By the time you added in the eggs, Leila was pulling the cork out of the second bottle.

You ate at the little table on your balcony, knees bumping in the cramped space. The drunker you got, the less you cared about moving your legs away from her. It felt so nice to let your legs tangle under the table. She didn't seem to mind.

Since you cooked, she insisted on cleaning up. You helped her dry the dishes and put them away. After everything was clean, you sat down on opposite ends of the couch, both your feet pulled up between you, again letting them rest against each other.

You sat comfortably for a while, continuing to enjoy your wine. When you were feeling pretty buzzed, you said, "So I have to tell you what my assistant did today."

"Oh god. Poor Carla. I hope you were nice to the girl." She reached over to the coffee table and poured more wine into her glass. She offered it to you and you held your glass out for her to fill it. "Just remember. Whatever she did, you can fix."

"Ha." You took a sip of your wine, trying to control the sudden jealousy coursing through you. It was stupid to be jealous of a person Leila hadn't even met or knew of. You put your glass down on the ground next to you. "She came to my office to ask if she could set you up on a date."

Leila gave you the same look you were sure you'd given Carla. Confusion. Raised eyebrow. Surprise. Annoyance. "And what did you say?"

"No, obviously." You met Leila's eyes. "She knows better than that." Leila tilted her head slightly, looking at you. "Did you want me to say yes?"

She shook her head. "No." She was amused by the annoyed tone of your voice.

"Alright then. I told her she was not allowed to set you up on any dates."

"Just me?"

"Any of the players," you responded, knocking your foot about her leg. "She shouldn't be getting involved in any player's personal life."

"It's like she knows you're part of my personal life, or something," she said, laughing.

"Shut up," you said, ducking your head.

Sensing your discomfort, Leila kicked you. "Want to watch some tv?" You nodded. She got up to grab the remote while you picked up your wine glass again. "Okay, what do you want to watch?"

"Anything you want." She flicked through the Netflix homepage, looking for something to turn on. Leaning your head against the couch, you watched her. Her tongue was caught between her lips in concentration. She was sitting comfortably in one of your sweatshirts. Her lips curved up when she found something she liked. Without thinking, you said, "I wish we could do this every day."

Without taking her eyes off the tv, Leila asked, "Do what?"

"I don't know. Be together, spend time together."

Leila slid her eyes over to you. "We already do that. We're literally together every night."

"Yeah, I know. Like this but different. I mean, uh." Your cheeks grew warm and you sipped your wine, hoping Leila would forget this conversation and go back to Netflix.

Leila dropped the remote on the coffee table and grabbed your hand. She rubbed her thumb over your fingers gently. "Hey," she said softly. "Tell me what you mean."

Setting your glass down again, you blew out a breath, your face on fire and your heart racing out of your chest. "I like you and every day I wish we were together." You shook you head. "I'm going to regret this tomorrow," you muttered to yourself. Looking up at her, you continued, "I know we're just friends but you know I have feelings for you. And I know you never expected me to say anything about it so I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. We should just forget I said any of this. Let's just watch tv." You tried to tug your hand out of hers but she tightened her grip.

She pushed herself closer towards you, sitting on her knees between your legs. You tried to tug your hand away again and this time she let you take it back. "I didn't know that, actually," she said. Her voice was slightly breathless and you'd never been more attracted to her.

"It's okay really. I'll get over it one day."

"I hope that's not true." Cupping your face, she pulled you up towards her. She stopped with a few inches between you. "I hope you never get over me," she whispered, leaning forward the rest of the way and connecting your lips.

#leila ouahabi x reader #woso imagine #leila ouahabi #Leila Ouahabi imagine

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themultifandomgal · 8 months

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Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

EW Interview 2011

July 2011

It's day 1 of comic con. Today we are mainly doing interviews with different magazines, web shows, etc then tomorrow we have our panel

“Holland your gonna have to sit on Colton’s lap slightly. YN you move back” Tim our interviewer says. Tyler pulls me to him so I’m basically on his lap. Tyler, Dylan and Posey are all given mics to hold

“It’s a good job we all actually like each other” I joke looking at how squashed we all

“Actually YN there was something I was meaning to tell you”

“Rude” I gasp at Colten

“I’m joking you know I love you”

“Yeah yeah, buy me a coffee later on and I’ll forgive you”

“YN your addicted at this point” Crystal looks at me as she sits next to Posey

“It’s not. I just love coffee and it keeps me awake”

“Well if you slept at night YN you wouldn’t be so tired in the day” Dylan says looking at me. He’s talking about how Tyler and I spend a lot of nights together, but we honestly do just sleep… mostly

“Ok are you guys ready?” Tim asks breaking up our chatter. We either say yes or nod our heads in response “it’s Tim Stack again, I'm coming to you live from EW's lounge at the Hardrock Hotel at comic com. I'm here with with the very attractive cast of Teen Wolf"

"Stop it" Posey says with a mic in his hand

"You are. I'm like a hobbit interviewing a bunch of hotties"

"Your the sexiest man here this weekend" Tyler says into a mic he's holding

"Thank you. How are you guys doing this has to be you first time at comic con right?"

"No. We had a rouged session here last year before the show aired" Holland answers for us

"It's YN and Colton's first time here though" Posey says to Tim

"So how have you guys felt about the first season. I mean it's great people are loving it"

"We knew shooting it, it was going to be badass, but seeing what everyone else thinks it's surreal"

"We're just excited for season 2" Tyler says playing one are over the back of the couch where

“Do you know anything about season 2 yet?”

“No nothing” Dylan says while I shake my head. I try to scoot up a bit but Tyler gives me a funny look. I lean to his ear so the mic can’t hear

“Feel like I’m giving you a dead leg”

“No your fine” he replies

“You sure?”

“Yeah”

“Are you guys excited for your panel”

“I’m excited for the panel” Crystal replies

“Yeah last year we had like random questions and no one really knew us” Tyler says

“Ok I have a big question. How do we keep the two Tyler’s err I mean is there like Tyler 1 Tyler 2”

“It’s Posey and Hoechiln usually”

“Yeah we normally go by last names I mean we have kinda given each other our own nicknames haven’t we” Posey says

“Yeah YN’s usually the one giving nicknames. Like in her phone we’re saved as the most random things” Holland laughs

“Joe Manganiello who’s on True Blood plays a werewolf and he has this insane work out routine what is the Teen Wolf work out routine?” Tim asks. Holland points between the two Tyler’s

“A bag of donuts, lots of Chines and maybe some sit-ups if I feel like it” Posey jokes

“And then this one will actually hit the gym and teach us a lesson” Holland points to Tyler

“People only ask about the guys work out but these girls, like I’ll pass YN in the gym and she’s be on the treadmill for an hour. Her abs are probably the best here”

“Aww thanks Colten. There’s no though have you seen this ones” I point to Tyler behind me “to be fair it’s only recently I’ve been getting into the gym” Tyler hands me the mic “I’ve never been fussed with working out, or eating healthy but since being around these guys…. I’m really competitive so if I’m in the gym with Ty or Posey I have to beat them at something even if it’s just one more sit up than them”

“How many can you do?”

“Oh god, I just try to match Ty like keep at his pace”

“Hoechlins like your personal trainer” Dylan laughs

“Ok that’s all we have time for today. Thank you for joining me”

“Thank you for having us” Posey says

“Hopefully I’ll see you again next year”

#teen wolf cast #teen wolf actress #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf comic con #teen wolf #tyler hoechlin x reader #tyler hoechlin #tyler hoechlin imagine

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mikithewooloo · 2 years

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OK im going to headcanon all the villains sexualities in mha so buckle up lovelies:

Shigaraki Tomura:

Honestly i think he's asexual and aromantic, for some reason it just makes more sense to me than spinneraki (unrequited love buddy) and shigadabi (that i find funny). He just really loves his friends 😊, hates tv shows or media that potrays romance as the only way in life to be happy: "you can just kill people :D"

Touya Todoroki:

Ok from his sad backstory we got that before the fire he was 12-ish, and i think he only cared about hero stuff and that asshole of his father, conclusion: i dont think he got crushes. THEN he wakes up after a fucking coma of (i dont remember) years so he's 16 or so. This kid had his entire life to sort so he obviously he didnt have time for love. Giran probaby made sex jokes or something and he wouldnt understand!!! Cause he didnt have the time to understand that!!! He doesnt know where children come from!!! Obviously not straight tho, have you seen how he dresses?

Himiko Toga:

I think it's canon that she's bisexual, and what a gal! Love how her taste in woman is impeccable but she has a serial killer fanfiction saved on her phone. A true bisexual 😌 (if there's supernatural in the mha universe she's a fan. Or hannibal)

Shuichi Iguchi:

My love ❤. Thought he was straight but then deika happened. We saw the panel. Now Toga teaches him how to cuff his jeans correctly! Has an enormous crush on shig obviously, but i don't think it will work out 😔 sorry bud. OH also he's demiromantic

Magne:

BIG SIS MAGNE 🥰 i think this lady is straight. She likes strong silent man 🤤, honestly Tora would have been her type.... she watches a LOT of romances with Toga and gushes about the heartwarming love stories

Sako Atsuhiro:

Mmm this is a though one for me, but he's not straight. At all. Maybe he likes women? He doesnt? What a mystery! I will get an answer when horikoshi will show him again? Who knows 🤷‍♀️ (but seriously hori hurry up i miss him)

Kurogiri:

Before his smokefication he looked like a pansexual to me. Now i just want him to interact with his boyfriend Mr. Compress 😌 or his old polycule

Overhaul:

Aromantic/asexual, hates all his simps with passion, hes super mega friends with Cronostasys and loves him very much

Re destro:

.... good fucking question. He looks straight to me but everytime that i see him shipped with a man (so everytime) it feels right. Gay homophobic then

#mha #bnha #leaugue of villains #shigaraki tomura #touya todoroki #bnha lov #mha headcanons #himiko toga #bnha dabi #shuichi iguchi #spinner mha #kurogiri #mr compress #big sis magne #overhaul #re destro

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peachyonepiece · 10 months

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All images from here.

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Expecting Sabo in the room, Luffy yelled out; "Boo!!"

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"Huh..? No ones here?.."

'This is odd, Sabo isn't here?'

'Why'd he leave his room open?'

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sigh.

'He's getting forgetful, I swear he keeps staying up late too much..'

'He's like the opposite of Ace!! Even their hair are polar opposites'

...That's funny

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"Oh!"

'Ah Sabo's desk!'

'It's a mess...'

'I guess that's something him and Ace share.'

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'A grocery list? Did he go somewhere?'

'His phone isn't here, so he must have gone out...

I wonder how I didn't notice it.'

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"Hm.. Why did Sabo leave the Grocery list here?"

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'Let me take a closer look here..'

'Ah, I can't read it properly... I need to lift up my costume a little.'

'Sabo's writing is decent, but it's kinda hard for me to read..'

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'Huh? What's that over there...?'

'The house across the street..'

'That's where the Vinsmokes lived. But they sadly moved away.'

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'It's pretty run down now.'

'But I think I see something inside?'

'Oh...'

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'They're a little mad.'

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Use a numbers to letters converter and set the code type to 'ASCII' for the numbers, and a Ceaser Cipher for the garbled letters, your end result should be:

"you're here with us? that's great!!! we can't reach out to others… but you can! right? if you can, go help him! he's actively searching…"

"I gave you that tool... But you gotta find a tool to help you with this one, sorry"

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Leading the way, Ace was walking ahead, "If memory serves me correct, this is the area the beetles should be in-" He said before getting interrupted by Sabo.

"Hey I think I got it working!" The second brother said as he raised his camera.

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"Smile for the camera Lu!!" Sabo exclaimed happily as he pointed it to Luffy, expecting a smile from him.

"Oi 'Bo, save some of that camcorder's memory for when we find the beetles." The older brother reminded him. He wanted to have Sabo record the beetle catching.

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When Sabo had pointed, he noticed something.

"Hey Luffy, I just noticed, you barely talked on our way here? Is there anything wrong...? He frowned.

Ace perked up, "Oh yeah.. I just noticed that too. Is anything bothering you lately? I'll beat them up if it's someone messing with you." He was a bit concerned for Luffy. That time he came home later than usual after kiting with his friends, he'd become odd.

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Gaining his attention, the younger boy spoke up, "Well.. It's nothing much really. I'm just thinking about some crazy stuff."

He stammered a little as he lied.. or well, told a truth that hid his real problem. He looked over at Ace and Sabo, trying to solidify his words.

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"Crazy stuff..? Like what? Is it the recent missing people lately? i can see why you'd think about some crazy stuff.." Sabo asked, but luckily for Luffy it wasn't what he was worried about.

As his brothers started to talk, he felt their voices become distant as he noticed it. He's there. It's there. What is it doing there!?

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'I can't focus.'

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'Why are you here'

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First, Second, and bonus comics secrets here.

Third comics secrets here.

Discussion of ALT's for the First, Second, and bonus comics here.

Discussion of ALT's for the Third comic here.

Everything involving @/zbaxrlqyhssl, @/courtroomac3, the Imgur pictures, and the 'Thank you for voting' posts here. (Not done yet, I'm working on it!!!)

~~~

Credit to @/moonelnone for making the comic/ARG :)

And shoutout to everyone on the LWTGFAK ARG Discord server for helping me make this :)

#luffy wants to go fly a kite #lwtgfak theorizing #horror tw #horror cw #long post #one piece #moonelnone

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abimee · 10 months

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sorry if this is sappy but i follow your twitter from a private account and have done for a while because i thoroughly enjoy your art and what you make. the piece thats always stood out the most to me is the one you did of hyth and the caterpillar and digestive tract, i have it saved to my phone so i can look at it when im experiencing emotions. your art feels so well lived in and loved (and i hope its not weird to say but it reminds me of l ike. a very hearty stew. like with potatoes and carrots), your anatomy feels so impactful and has a physicality and weight that i just adore it's like. (explosion sfx). have a lovely evening

i really like this ask cause whenever people describe my art in like positive and Warm tones i get this tingle in my arms cause i think for the lonest time my art used to not be considered these kind words, people often would tell me my art had a rather sad and upsetting feeling to it and nowadays I can see where they came from because both I Was Really Sad when making it, and i think even when i was trying to draw something Sweet it felt lacking in a way i didnt know how to bring forth. Because at that point in time I was just barely branching out into the idea of altering character's appearances and maybe going for something with thinner lines, but i'd flip flop between high and low effort art because being Sad and being told your art made other people Sad was sort of not very good for the productivity of your art and often made me put in as little effort as i could, since i didnt see a reason to really Do A Lot if people were just going to react negatively to it

amnd while i dont personally think my art is like, where it Could be for how long ive been drawing (12+ years now. ACK) whenever I hear that people actually like my art now and they see nice things in it and that it gives them positive funny emotions instead of negative ones, it really like makes me recognize that maybe I have developed and maybe whats best isn't to have the most like, ''developed'' style in terms of like, doing all the Cool Artist tricks like rendering and cool color palettes and these epic emotional comics with paneling that rival professional comic makers.

I think i can be happy with where I am now simply by knowing that i no longer have to hear the words ''your art is depressing'' as the highest compliment I can get, and instead hear things like this where my art has a positive influence on another person in some way. It's very small, but words like this really do mean above and beyond for me, and this response sort of rambled away from the topic but im saying all of this to say a big thank you anon for enjoying my work and for being very kind about it, your words will stick with me for a very long time

#i especially like when people seem to enjoy how i do anatomy and stuff cause that was always like #the thing i always tried my own approach about #i never studied anatomy and it Is obvious but i did also like. i spent a lot of time looking at phoros of people and esp like #dynamic photos. memes on the internet and style magazine covers and etc #and learning to branch out and not fear a weirdly angled pose instead of learning bone structure and muscle #so i think while what i draw would Not fly to at like a professional level im very happy that it has weight and meaning to it #that people draw from. mostly because i think everyone is fun to draw and i like drawing bodies #might seem strange to say but the way peoples fat rolls or skin stretches or scars mar over brings a peace to me #being able to like. create this vision from my head and seeit on the screen and feel as if i could reach out and feel a warmth #in my characters body. and i hope that comes off to others as it does to me #i draw everyone with an intent for it to feel like i was sitting in the room with them drawing ther portrait

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giuliano-fan-account · 11 months

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happy pride mont

Well I guess I could share some drawings since usually I just dogpile everything I want to say into 1 post and don’t necessarily have room for the art which is sad.

So I decided for pride month I’ll just dogpile some of my art that I haven’t shown here relating to my favorites from hxh kind of being like those 60 color packs of crayons.

I draw kind of like a crazy guy and I have a fair bit of art so I’ll make a cut off line to not clog...

Btw so I dont jumpscare you the art is of Izunavi and Giuliano, Shalnark and Chrollo, & Muherr and hehe a not canon character (In that order)

Hehe i just have some portraits of Izu for fun here not necessarily ship or anything related but I just wanted to share them Since I made them a while ago and he looks very nice:

Ok but it gets a little gay here so urm: Happy pride moth:

I made this one because I wanted them to have a happy life that I knew they could never have!!!!!!

I made this one because THEY BOTH LOOKED SO GOOFY IN THAT ONE PANEL THAT I HAD TO REMAKE IT I COULDNT DO IT

just a funny little drawing for fun that I stayed up a little too late making 1 time because these guys just kind of carry me away..

On valentines day I was having a rlly bad time a really bad day and everything and then I made these guys and everything was better

MS PAINT BRO

I made this one in ms paint and it makes me so happy man... I have it as my background screen on my computer rn i didn’t intend for this drawing to bang so hard but also I kind of drew it intending for it to be like the only house that’s not on fire yet because that’s a song that’s perfect for these guys hear me out

I made that one at like 2 am and yes it was to this song and to me it is objectively about these guys

I guess it could be a projection bc i just wanted to squeeze that guy bc hes just so funny and silly and I love these guys and giuliano is just like me for real so it’s fine

I care about them a lot man I even made an article on the shipping wiki for them because I uhhh I uh help I urm

I have... another one that I ALSO made an article for... and it brings me extreme distress as well as extreme joy

we have our 2nd place to Shalkuro :100:

I have a lot of art for it I’ll make a post for it one day I swear and it will be insane in length because I really need help man ... If izugiuli is my comfort ship this is the REASON why I need comfort

proceeds to show harmless nice little drawings:

I saw that trend everywhere so this is a rlly recent drawing but I made them with the barbie and ken because I... well come on... its literally perfect okay

gooberish little drawing because i was bored

THIS WAS A REDRAW OF A GOOFY GARTIC PHONE DRAWING MY FRIEND MADE SO THATS WHY IT LOOKS KIND OF STRANGE I tried my best to replicate the essence

shalkuro as teens ig comfort (I relentlessly got called gay for this one Stop jules bullying 2023)

Im a little crazy so maybe I did make another omori hxh au and a lot of it is Shalnark in the au or Shalnark and Chrollo

Redraw of the sticker because hehe

THIS IS BASED OFF OF AN UNFINISHED FIC I HAVE thats not necessarily ship related but also is but also you can interpret it any way you want and imo it’s so cute

I’ll finish it one day.

Another ms paint art but it’s inspired off of bad apple for actually no reason other than that I think it would look cool and I went through 5 stages of hell trying to draw this but I made it out fine

God I want to talk so much about Shalkuro since Shalnark is ALSO just like me for real and I actually haven’t before on this account and it’s kind of my soundboard for talking abt whatever relating to hxh but I really think I should save it for a post of it’s own..

Anyways onto the next one its a little funny thing

I shipped my self insert with Muherr as a joke ok but now its kinda funny and I like it and I actually rlly like these drawings i made for it

dont ask why he looks drunk its a long story

I had to make this it was honestly too funny for me not too and I love it so much EXCEPT for the fact that I realized that my self insert looks so much like pariston in here

Im supposed to have dark hair but I just didnt feel like coloring it in there bc the lineart looked good enough to me

but yeah muherr x jules otp forever /j

hapy pride month whoever or whatever you are whether your gay or not!!!!

dont forget to have fun and be a kind neighborly person like me

#izugiuli #izunavi x giuliano #izunavi #hxh #hunter x hunter #fanart #pride month #giuliano hxh #juliano hxh #shalnark #chrollo #shalnark x chrollo #shalkuro #kuroshal #muherr hxh #canon x self insert #lol

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affinitystoryblog · 1 year

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Affinity - Book 1: Connections Ch. 01 ROUGH DRAFT

Story: Affinity

Author: affinitystoryblog

THIS IS A WIP

Summary: Sinie's every day life is about to change when a mysterious transfer student shows up at her school...A girl who looks just like her. Csilla Beauchene is a classy, sweet, shy girl from the city that instantly connects with Sinie Castellano based on their shared necklaces that are imbued with magical properties. The girls must now find a way to awaken their powers and fight to save themselves from the evil hunting them down.

DISCLAIMER: This work is written in a simple formatted way that may be kind of hard to understand right now, but this story is going to be a webcomic so this is rly only written for me and my beta readers to understand. detail varies in areas. thank you!

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Sinie wakes up from her sleep, recalling a dream she had moments ago. It was hazy, but the vision of a woman sitting at a throne weeping. Sinie didn't know what to do about this dream, so she brushed it aside like she did for a lot of her dreams.

She sat up from where she laid and looked at her phone. 7:15 a.m. Time to get up. Slinging her legs over the side of the bed, Sinie got dressed, brushed her hair and teeth, and put on her favorite crystal necklace.

[focus on necklace, Sinie staring at it fondly, rubbing her thumb against the gem]

"Sinie! Breakfast is ready!" Sheri, Sinie’s mom, calls from downstairs

Sinie heads downstairs and sits at the table next to her little sister Anna. Anna is already stuffing her face with pancakes, eggs, and bacon, while their father, David, sipped on his coffee while reading the news on his tablet. Anna muffled a ‘morning’ with a mouth full of food.

[introduce david and anna]

“Oh, looks like we’re going to have a blood moon coming up.” David announced, his tablet screen on an article about an upcoming blood moon.

Sinie immediately perked up. “WHAT? WHEN?? YAY!!! I’ve gotta get my crystals and tell Granny!”

Sheri set a plate of breakfast in front of Sinie and sighed, “Sinie, honey, you know I support your interests, but you also know how my mother…Overdoes it for her ‘holidays’.”

[introduce sheri]

Sinie furrowed her brow, “I think what she does is fun.”

“It’s dangerous and I don’t want you exposed to witchcraft.” Sheri said gently, pinching Sinie’s cheek.

Sinie sighed, sulked back in her chair and poked at her food. “It’s just a little magic.” She grumbled.

“Sinie.” Sheri said firmly without looking at her daughter. What she said was final.

[panel of an awkward silence while Sinie picks at her food, annoyed, while David awkwardly sips on his coffee and Anna has a funny welp face]

After breakfast Sinie walked out the door of her house and into town. She passed many shops before she met up with her best friend Daren.

“Morning!” He greeted

“Mornin’!” Sinie replied cheerfully

[introduce daren]

The two walked to the nearby coffee shop so they could down some coffee and donuts on their way to school. As they walked in, the girl at the counter greeted them.

"Hey, it’s my favorite Sunrise students! What'll it be today?" The server asks them.

“Morning Daisy.” Daren greeted her back. “Any specials today?” He asked.

“No special deals per say, but we do have a new pastry available.” Daisy said, pointing to the display case where many delicious looking pastries sat.

Daren and Sinie stared at where the cashier pointed. “It’s a German chocolate cronut topped with coconut shavings and two dark chocolate bars. It’s a bit rich, but the bittersweet flavors go well with coffee; iced, cold brew, or hot.”

“Hmmm…” Daren thought, staring at the cronut.

Sinie was practically drooling at the sight. “Daren get one and split it with me!” She said excitedly.

Daren chuckled, “You don’t want one?” They asked in amusement.

Sinie whined, “You know what bitter chocolate does to my teeth! Also I really want a mochi donut.” She had pleading eyes.

Daren smiled at his best friend and playfully rolled his eyes. “Okay fine, I do want to try it. But that means you pay for my coffee.” He winked.

Sinie nodded and smiled.

The two made their order and waited for Daisy to prepare it.

Soon she appeared with their order,

“Alright kids! I have three mochi donuts, strawberry, yogurt, and churro for little miss Sinie along with a cinnamon cold brew coffee. And for Daren, our new german chocolate cronut and his usual hazelnut macchiato with an extra espresso shot.”

Daren and Sinie smiled to confirm their satisfaction with their order, Sinie waving goodbye to Daisy with a smitten expression. They made their way to their esteemed private school, Sunrise Academy, Sinie sipping happily on her coffee. [draw hearts around her head]

“You know she’s too old for you.” Daren said, teasing.

“I’m a young woman.” Sinie stated through slitted eyes

Daren scoffed a little, “Sinie you’re in high school, she’s a senior in college. We probably look like babies to her.” He took a sip of his macchiato

She nudged him with her elbow, “Don’t act all high and mighty just because you’re already 18. We’re both in high school.” She stuck her tongue out as he chuckled at her frustration.

The two friends arrived at school, joking and laughing alongside each other, carefree. They said their goodbyes at some point as they had two different homerooms. Sinie sipped on her coffee as she walked to her locker. Once there, she got her things around for her morning classes.

Then her vision was cast in black.

"Sinie~ Guess who!" A high pitched, bubbly voice called out.

Sinie smiled. "Elise!"

Elise released her hands from Sinie's eyes with a giggle.

[introduce elise]

The two then walked to their homeroom class together, talking about manga. As they entered the classroom a tall, thin girl approached them.

"My darling!" She cried

"My honey!" Elise replied

The two girls embraced and rubbed noses as Sinie smiled beside them.

[introduce Heather]

"Ahem" A harsh voice broke up the sweet moment. "Are you girls supposed to be displaying PDA in the classroom?"

"Sorry Mrs Terris." The two mumbled

"And Sinie, are you supposed to have that drink? Throw it away immediately." The teacher demanded.

Sinie pouted, but chugged the rest of her coffee before throwing away the cup.

"Everyone take your seats, class is about to start." Mrs Terris commanded the students

The bell rang, morning announcements going underway. As the homeroom started, Mrs Terris looked at the class.

"So, before we start, I have my own announcement. Miss Beauchene, please come to the front of the class."

[show a figure of a girl walking to the front, don't show face]

Sinie looked up to the girl now standing in front of the class, her eyes widened, setting her sights on her.

[show face of girl]

It was like looking in a mirror.

Everyone then looked from the girl to Sinie, thinking the same thing.

"Please introduce yourself."

"I'm Csilla Beauchene, my name is the Hungarian spelling for ‘star’ but it’s pronounced as the name Sheila. I'm new to Sunrise, but I hope we can make a lot of fond memories together." She smiled kindly and bowed slightly.

Everyone looking at Csilla now looked at Sinie again, smirking.

"Wow, she's nothing like you, Sinie." A classmate said,

Sinie and Csilla then made eye contact, Sinie feeling her heart pound

"Thank you miss Beauchene. You may take your seat." Mrs Terris said.

Csilla took her seat once again, and class started. She was a bit far from Sinie, however Sinie was too excited. She had a doppelganger! Sinie began to write in her notebook, ripping out the section and folding it up into a small square. She handed it to Elise, who was sitting next to her, urging her to toss it to Csilla. Elise gave a thumbs up in acknowledgement. Csilla was still a little ways away from Elise, however the shot landed right on the girl's desk.

Sinie and Elise made a victory sign at each other.

Csilla looked in the direction of where the paper came flying, seeing Elise and Sinie looking at her with big eyes. [in this frame, you can see Heather staring at Csilla]

Csilla opened the note and it read:

"Doppelganger! Did you steal my face?" [a little doodle in the corner of a Sinie head with no face.]

Csilla glanced back at Sinie, then to the front of the class, making eye contact with Mrs Terris as the teacher turned around, still continuing with her lecture. Once eye contact broke, Csilla wrote a reply for Sinie, taking a hair band from her wrist and using it to launch the note to Sinie.

It landed safely in Sinie's lap.

"SCORE!" Sinie yelled.

"Miss Castellano, care to explain why you're interrupting my class?" Mrs Terris asked unamused

"Uhh..." Sinie quickly picked up her phone which was placed on her desk. "A game?" She smiled nervously.

Mrs Terris stared Sinie down for a long time. She then turned back to the board.

"Make sure you study hard on your own if you want to space out during class. I'm not going to be the one your parents yell at when you fail." She wrote on the board.

Sinie sighed, then quickly opened Csilla's reply. It read: "I'm here to steal your identity" with another doodle of Csilla herself, a little lacking in quality compared to Sinie's doodle.

Sinie laughed to herself at this reply, liking Csilla's response.

[SCENE CHANGE]

Sinie tried to get Csilla's attention all morning, however after that initial reply, Csilla seemed to ignore her advances. It didn't help that they didn't have all their classes together.

At lunchtime, Sinie looked all around the school for Csilla. She eventually found her in the quartyard, sitting on the grass with a homemade lunchbox.

"Csilla!" Sinie called out

She approached Csilla as Csilla took notice of her.

"Castellano?" Csilla asked

"Wow, no one but the teachers call me by my last name." Sinie rubbed the back of her head. "But hey! Wanna have lunch with me and my friends? We usually eat in the cafeteria."

Csilla looked down at her homemade lunchbox. She looked around to make sure no one else was watching, then pulled Sinie to the side.

"Whoa hey!" Sinie yelped

"Shh." Csilla whispered. "I know this may be weird right now, but I have to talk to you."

Csilla takes a deep breath.

"Would you believe me if I told you I've seen you in my dreams?"

Sinie gasped, bringing her hands to her cheeks.

"We've never met before, but I know you. I've lived your life through these dreams, your father is a hard working accountant for a small company, your mother is a preschool teacher, and you have a little sister."

Sinie gasped louder, "Are you a magic fairy!?"

Csilla chuckled and shook her head. "No, I just have a lot of weird dreams...I've recorded all of them in my dream journal."

"Wow! I have a dream journal too! I have a lot of intense dreams and I like to know the meaning behind them, so I jot them down."

Csilla smiled. Then she looked down at what Sinie was wearing around her neck and gasped.

She then reached into her shirt and pulled out the same exact crystal on a different necklace. Sinie also gasped seeing this, her eyes wide. She took off her choker and held it up to Csilla’s necklace. The girls held their necklaces closer together, a ringing noise beginning to make its way into their ears and the crystals began to glow.

Cautiously both of them looked at each other, then touched fingertips.

They suddenly both got flashes of each other's lives in their minds, all of Csilla's memories flooding into Sinie's mind and vice versa. However, there were more flashes; of two women, a village of mysterious people, a giant tree in the middle of a grove, and one of the women crying on a throne.

Once the flashes ended the girls gasped and fell to the ground. They came to their senses and stared at each other, wondering what happened.

"So..." Sinie starts, panting a little. "Lunch with me and my friends?"

Csilla smiled.

[SCENE CHANGE]

Sinie and Csilla walk into the cafeteria, Sinie scanning the room for her friends. Then she found a small round table that they were sitting at. She urged Csilla to follow her, and Csilla did. They approached the table.

"Guys! This is Csilla! Elise, Heather, you remember her." Sinie introduced, gesturing to Csilla.

Csilla waved sheepishly.

Heather greeted the girl with open arms as Elise pulled up another chair for Csilla to sit.

"She's new." Sinie said to Daren.

Daren stared at Csilla for a long time in awe.

"Don't they look so much alike!" Heather interjected.

"It's like I'm looking at twins!" exclaimed Elise.

"Yeah. Wow." Daren said, almost in disbelief.

"We also have the same necklace, check it out!" Sinie cried, displaying her own necklace.

Csilla was shy about revealing her necklace at first, but pulled it out.

"Whoa! Sinie, I thought yours was one of a kind!" Elise cried

"So did I!" Sinie replied

"I've had this since I was a baby." Csilla started. "I used to ask my parents where they got it, but they said they found me with it."

"Found you?" Daren asked.

"Yeah, I was found on the street by my parents. I'm adopted." Csilla replied.

Heather, Elise and Daren looked at each other for a moment in disbelief.

"Sinie, you're adopted too, right?” Heather asked.

Csilla then turned to Sinie with wide eyes. "You are?" She asked.

"Yeah! I was in an orphanage until I was 6, then my mom and dad adopted me. I don't know who my real parents are." Sinie shrugged.

Elise then gasped really loud and lunged herself forward onto the table.

"Could it be!? You two are long lost twins!?"

"Come on Elise, this isn't a movie." Daren said unamused.

"YOU come on! Csilla has the same one of a kind necklace that Sinie has, and Sinie has had that necklace for as long as we've known her." Elise said

"I've had it since I was born." Sinie chimed in.

"Plus you two look TOTALLY the same!" Elise said.

Sinie and Csilla looked at each other. They then looked down at their crystal shard necklaces, then back to each other. They stared for a long time. Csilla was the first to look away.

"It's...possible. But how did we get so far from each other? I just moved to this town from the city where I've lived my whole life. Sinie have you been here your whole life?" Csilla asked

Sinie thought for a moment. "Yep! Sometimes I still volunteer at the orphanage I lived in, it's right by the downtown park."

"Sinie likes to play with the younger kids." Heather said.

"I see..." Csilla said, thinking.

"Well, either way it is weirdly coincidental but I don’t think it’s anything fantastical at work.” Daren said, taking one last bite of his lunch.

The bell then rang, signaling lunch was over.

"NOOO!'' Sinie cried. "I spent so much time looking for you that I didn't get a chance to eat!!" she began to cry in Csilla's bosom.

"Please, let me have some of your home cooked lunch box!"

Csilla smiled pitifully at the other girl.

"Come one Sinie, you can eat when school is over." Daren said, gathering his things from the table.

"But i'm so hungryyyy!!" Sinie cried.

"Yes we know, you're a growing girl." Elise said, putting her lunch tray into the washable dishes pile. "But youre gonna get in trouble if you eat in the hallway, and we have to get to class."

Sinie and co walked out of the lunch room, Sinie sulking.

[SCENE CHANGE]

The day went on as normal, Sinie waving goodbye to Elise and Heather after school was over and they were heading their separate ways.

"Sorry, I have to help out at home today. I can't hang out." Daren said with an apologetic look.

"It's okay! Tell everyone I said hi!" Sinie replied.

She then took off to look for Csilla, looking around the school grounds for her once again. She walked down hallways, checking every classroom she could. She walked past the staff room, peaking in. She then spotted Csilla talking to Mrs Terris.

"Csilla!" Sinie called out loudly into the room.

Everyone in the vicinity jumped, and teachers jumped on the chance to scold Sinie for her behavior. Csilla said her goodbyes to Mrs Terris and came over to Sinie.

"Is something wrong?" She asked

The two walked away from the staff room.

"Nope! I was just gonna ask if you were free today." Sinie chirped

"Well, my papa told me to come straight home after school today, but I don't mind playing hooky." Csilla smiled.

"You seem so prim and proper, you sure you wanna disobey your dad?" Sinie said

Csilla giggled. "I just like to have fun. So what's up?"

"Well...I was hoping you'd go somewhere with me. I think...we can get some answers."

"Answers?"

"About us." Sinie looked her in the eyes.

Csilla stared back, then nodded. She followed Sinie out of school and down the roads and streets. The two walked for a few blocks before they came into a small neighborhood.

"Are we meeting someone?" Csilla asked.

"Yeah!" Sinie replied. "You're gonna love her."

Csilla felt a bit nervous, but pushed those feelings down.

The two came up one of the homes' driveway

[show house]

Sinie knocked loudly on the door.

A large, old woman answered the door.

"Sunshine!" She exclaimed with her arms open.

"Granny Witch!" Sinie cried, embracing the old woman.

[introduce Granny]

"I haven't seen you in a while, you grow more beautiful every day." Granny Witch smiled tenderly.

The old woman then noticed Csilla.

"And who do we have here?"

"Ah, Granny, this is Csilla! She's new in town!"

Csilla curtsied and said her greetings.

Granny Witch whistled at her sophisticated greeting.

"Hello Csilla. You can call me Granny if you like." She smiled, then turned to Sinie. "So what brings you to me sunshine?"

"Actually granny...we wanted to know if you could help us." Sinie said shyly

"Is someone bothering you two?" She asked.

Sinie giggled. "No, nothing like that. Besides, I think Elise and Daren would beat up anyone who messed with me." She said proudly.

"Actually, it's a little more...complicated." Csilla spoke, pulling out her necklace.

Granny Witch looked closely at the crystal shard, then to Sinie’s choker.

"Come on in, I'll make you two some tea."

Sinie and Csilla walked into the home, smelling of incense.

[show interior of home]

The two sit down on the couch, a small gray cat jumping onto Sinie's lap.

"Starlight!" Sinie exclaimed, petting the cat.

Csilla scratched under the cat's chin, smiling.

“A beautiful cat." She said tenderly.

"Do you like cats?" Sinie asked.

"My best friend is a cat." She said confidently, then suddenly felt shy, "I know that's kind of weird, but I don't really have any other friends."

"What?"

"All the other girls in my circle just kinda thought I was weird and stopped talking to me eventually." Csilla said nonchalantly

"That's so sad..." Sinie weeped.

“It's fine. Rosemary keeps me genuine company." Csilla smiled.

Granny then came into the living room with a tray of tea with cream, sugar, and lemon slices. She set them down on the coffee table in between the two rococo couches.

"So, what exactly has you two troubled?" Granny asked after sitting down on the opposite couch.

"Granny, could we be lost twins?" Sinie asked suddenly. "I mean, we're both adopted and have the same necklace. Plus we look exactly alike! It's the only logical explanation!"

Granny thought for a moment.

"It's possible, and seems like the logical solution, albeit a little far fetched."

"Do you know if we were ever separated at birth?" Csilla asked.

"I don't. When David and Sheri adopted Sinie, she was all alone at the orphanage. She had no other siblings...how were you adopted?"

Csilla explained her story.

"I see." Granny nodded. "May I see your necklaces?"

Sinie took her necklace off without hesitation, while Csilla hesitated a bit. She gripped her necklace and looked at Sinie. Sinie only smiled at her, convincing Csilla to trust her.

Granny took the two necklaces and examined them. she noticed the mysterious shine they seemed to emit. She then held the crystals close to her heart and was silent for a long time. When she finally opened her eyes she looked at the two girls.

"I cannot give you the answers you seek, however I will give you this: there are mystical properties about these gems. I noticed the power in your necklace long ago, Sinie, and to find out there is another piece to this crystal leads me to believe your meeting was nothing short of fate."

"Granny is sensitive to the mystics of the world. It’s why I call her ‘Granny Witch’" Sinie whispered to Csilla.

Granny handed the girls their necklaces back.

"I don't know what exactly this means, but I think this may be the start of your destinies."

"Destiny?" Csilla asked.

"What that destiny is, I cannot tell you. But Csilla, you were brought to Sinie for a reason. And maybe that reason is about to unfold."

The girls stared in wonder at the old woman.

"Whatever happens, however, I want you two to do what you think is right and never lose sight of each other."

The two concluded their meeting with Granny, waving goodbye at the door and heading to the bus stop.

"Are you sure youll be okay not going home right away?" Sinie asked,

"I think this will be worth the lecture I'll get." Csilla replied. She then looked down to the necklace in her hand, "I never thought my necklace could have mystical properties."

Sinie held up her necklace to the setting sun, looking at the iridescent gem.

"I never thought mine did either. I've never had magical power before."

"Aside from my weird dreams, neither have I." Csilla replied.

They reached the bus stop.

"You know your new address?" Sinie asked.

"Yes, I memorized it before we even moved. I think if I GPS it, I can work around the bus stops. I'll be home before you know it!" Csilla smiled.

Sinie smiled back and, just as they were about to say their goodbyes, an explosion came from around the corner.

The two girls screamed as the smoke from the explosion began to fill the air. They covered their mouths, coughing from the smoke.

"What was that!?" Csilla cried

"I don't know, but we have to go!" Sinie replied.

Then, before they could do anything else, the two were bound by ropes, crashing them to the ground. They looked through the smoke and saw two feminine figures walking towards them with ropes. As the smoke cleared, the two revealed themselves as two impish looking women.

The girls stared wide eyed at this. Fire appeared behind the women making her way towards them, only frightening the girls more.

The imps stopped in front of the girls who were trembling.

“Wow Calysta, that was much easier than we thought, these mortals are completely harmless.” The taller one cooed.

The chunkier, stout imp giggled. “They’re powerless, Myrtha! They have no magic!” She sang.

Myrtha clicked her tongue. “Tsk tsk tsk, looks like the mortal realm really does kill magic. All the more reason it deserves to go.”

Sinie and Csilla trembled, however Sinie tried to struggle free.

“What do you want with us!?” She demanded.

“Oooh, she’s got spirit!” Myrtha cooed again.

She reached down to grab Sinie’s necklace.

“Don’t touch her!” Csilla cried.

Myrtha looked to Csilla with a bored expression. Then pivoted her way to face the girl. Csilla was trembling and terrified and had tears in her eyes. Myrtha grinned devilishly then stood up.

“Well, this mission was way too easy and frankly, I’m disappointed.” She snapped her fingers.

From her side came another woman with a mask covering her face. She was completely silent as she crouched down to the girls and held her hands out to their chests.

Then, out of nowhere, a scimitar flew through the air and caused the masked woman to distance herself from the girls. The masked woman looked at the sword and then to the other woman that appeared before her, standing in front of Sinie and Csilla.. The new figure stood there as the smoke cleared, the girls catching what she looked like; tall, wide hips, dark skin, and black hair tied into two buns with long side bangs hanging down.

She turned to the girls, grabbing her scimitar first, then taking both Sinie and Csilla in each arm, picking them up and leaping into the air. The girls screamed as more rope flew at them. The new woman landed on a tall building, at least as tall as buildings were going to get in this part of town, and set the girls down. She cut the ropes binding the girls.

She said nothing as she grabbed both swords at her hips and took a battle stance. The two imps found them and threw more of their black ropes at them. The woman helping the girls let one of the ropes slither around her wrist then struck one of her blades into the rope to pin it to the ground, taking the rope in her hands and pulling Myrtha towards her.

Myrtha yelped as she was yanked forward. She reached to her side and pulled out a sort of mini trident. She swung at the woman, but was immediately punched in the face and sent flying.

Calysta winced.

"Yeah! Get her!" Sinie shouted.

"Sinie!" Csilla cried.

Calysta went to help out her fellow imp, fighting the woman on the rooftop.

"Sinie, what's going on?!" Csilla cried

"I don't know, but it's awesome!" Sinie replied

"Awesome!?" Csilla cried again.

"I mean, it's scary ‘cause I think we were almost kidnapped, but we were rescued!"

Then, Sinie felt a tap on her shoulder. The girls turned around to see the third woman, the masked woman, behind them. She waved a little at them before giving a sort of “magic fingers” motion with her hands, her hands starting to glow.

Csilla winced in fear.

“Uhhh, hey lady! We could use your help again!” Sinie called out to the woman who saved them, holding Csilla in her arms.

The woman was knocked back by the imps, her arms up in a block. She looked back to the masked woman who was about to use her powers on the girls, then back to her opponents. She then grabbed at Calysta’s ropes the imp flung at her and swung Calysta around, the imp colliding with her sister and the two flying into the masked woman, putting the three of them in a pile on the rooftop.

"Yea woohoo!" Sinie cheered.

The masked woman shoved the imps off of her, Calysta complaining that she could be more gentle. The masked woman stood up. She began to manifest glowing “needles” through her fingertips, the needles growing long and sharp at the tip of her fingertips. (picture this like claws) She lunged at the other woman, the woman putting up both her scimitars in defense. The two went at it, sparks flying between them.

“Yeah!! Get her!!” Sinie cheered while Csilla covered her eyes in fear, peeking through her fingers.

Then, Calysta snuck up on the girls and grabbed Sinie from behind, Sinie crying out. Csilla shoved the imp off of her friend and dodged Myrtha from her side. The girls began to run around the rooftop in order to escape the imps. (draw this in a simpler, silly style)

“Hey lady, we could use your help again!” Sinie cried out

“Fight to protect yourself!" The woman shouted, not taking her eyes off her opponent, still evenly matched with her.

"Fight!?" Csilla cried.

"How do we fight?" Sinie asked.

"Use the power inside you! Your crystals!"

Sinie looked down at her necklace which was resonating. She gripped it in her hand, concentrating on the power. She felt pulsing through her veins. However, just before she could tap into that power, she heard Csilla scream.

Turning to the noise, she saw the imps had captured Csilla in their ropes. At the same time ropes came around her own body, and she collapsed to the ground.

She began to wriggle around, struggling to free herself. She looked onto Csilla who was also on the ground, visibly trembling as the smaller imp crouched down at her side with a devilish grin. From her peripheral vision she noticed the lanky imp power walking towards her with an expression that made Sinie’s stomach sink.

“H-Hey! I tried but I could really use your help right now!!” Sinie cried, worry clear in her voice.

The warrior woman saw the two girls struggling, ready to be captured. “Shit!” She mumbled but in her distraction she was knocked to the ground by the masked woman. The masked woman slashed her claws at the other woman, however the warrior used her scimitar as a shield. "Use your power! Fight!" She shouted amidst trying to ward off the masked woman.

"Sinie...!" Csilla had tears in her eyes now.

Sinie looked back down at her crystal necklace, it was glowing. She concentrated on the feeling she felt a few moments ago, and felt the power surge through her veins.

"I feel it!" She shouted.

"Feel it in your heart! You'll hear the words!" The warrior woman shouted back.

Sinie concentrated harder, and then suddenly her eyes were aglow, and she seemed to radiate light. breaking free of the ropes, a light suddenly surrounded her.

[draw magical girl transformation]

Sinie looked down at herself, in a completely new outfit.

[full body view of her dress]

"Sinie..." Csilla gawked at her new friend in dazzling awe.

Everyone stood still for a moment in amazement (draw sweat drops on masked woman and myrtha and calysta with panicked expressions)

“She’s harnessed the power of her crystal…” Myrtha grumbled.

“Let’s just take the one who hasn’t yet and get out of here!” Calysta tugged on her sister’s arm.

Myrtha nodded, pulling a key from her bosom. She held the key in the air as it began to grow and sprout giant wings and grow into a long staff. The wings stretched out and had a sort of a galaxy pattern, as if the wings were a window to the universe.

Csilla looked horrified as Calysta dragged her closer to the portal.

"Don't just stand there, save her!" The woman shouted, taking advantage of the distraction she pushed the masked woman off of her.

"But how?!" Sinie cried, "I don't know how to fight!"

"Use your power!" The woman said back

"Sinie!" Csilla cried out to her friend.

Sinie balled her fist, then felt the energy of the crystal, it was still around her neck. she breathed in and out, summoning a sword from the crystal's light.

The imps began to retreat with Csilla, however Sinie was a fast runner, and caught up to them. With her sword she slashed at them, causing them to drop Csilla and dodge the attack. Sinie grabbed Csilla and took her to the other side of the rooftop. She then cut the other girl’s ropes.

"Sinie!” Csilla wrapped her arms around Sinie, Sinie holding her back. “What happened?" Csilla asked in awe.

"I don't know! But, Csilla, I think you can do it too!"

"How?"

"Feel the power in your crystal! Concentrate!"

Myrtha balled her hand into a fist and growled. “Grrr, this is so annoying! Why don’t you little heathens come quietly and we won’t make this any harder.”

Myrtha’s shadow then began to twist and coil, taking form out of the ground and manifested into a dark shadow creature.

Calysta giggled, “Oh are we going to beat them up?” She clapped, “Can I, Sissy, can I?” She asked excitedly. Her expression turned sinister as her eyes turned black and her aura manifested dark energy, forming around her body as armor.

Csilla looked horrified while Sinie looked amazed.

“Ready Csilla?” Sinie asked, looking down at the girl she had rescued.

Csilla’s eyes darted from the imps who were now using their own magic, to the women fighting each other, and to Sinie. She was terrified.

Sinie’s expression twisted into a sort of confused sadness. She shook her head, "I’ll fight them off while you figure it out!" Sinie said, charging at the imp sisters.

Unfortunately she was hardly any match for them. She was getting her butt kicked. (draw various panels of Myrtha and Calysta beating her up)

Csilla did her best to calm her nerves and concentrate on the power in her crystal. She began to sweat, her hands trembling as she held the crystal shard in her hand.

"Power....Feel the power..." Her voice also trembled.

The warrior woman glanced at Csilla who was struggling to harness her power, and in this distraction the masked woman knocked her weapons from her hands and kicked the woman to the ground.

Sinie was also not doing so hot, knocked to the ground, sword knocked out of her hands.

“Enough of this!” Myrtha groaned. “You!” She pointed to the masked woman. “Get this over with.”

The masked woman walked over to Sinie and crouched over her, pinning the girl to the ground with her knees on her shoulders. SInie groaned under her (draw her beat up). Then the masked woman placed her hand over Sinie’s chest and began to extract a bright light, causing Sinie to scream out in pain.

The sight scared Csilla, but ultimately triggered a fight or flight response, in which case she chose to fight. “NO!!” She cried, her eyes began to glow, as well as her body. a powerful light exploded on the rooftop.

[draw magical girl transformation]

[draw her looking elegant and cool with a full body view of her outfit]

Everyone was shocked, however Myrtha was particularly annoyed while Calysta seemed panicked.

“Dammit!” Myrtha mumbled under her breath

Csilla then formed her own sword and in one swoosh created a blast of energy to knock down the masked woman and the imps. She walked toward Sinie and helped her up, the warrior woman taking their side, still on the defensive for the others.

"Whoa!" Sinie had starry eyes, "You look so cool!"

"Hehe thanks."

Csilla then looked serious and determined, pointing her sword to their attackers.

“Sissy, I think we should report this…” Calysta whispered to her sister.

Myrtha clicked her tongue. She tapped her foot on the ground rapidly in irritation. “Abort mission. Report back to the goddess.” Her shadow creature disappeared back into her shadow while Calysta and the masked woman disarmed. Myrtha looked back as she put her hand on the staff, a slight smirk on her face. “Play again.” She said in a sinister voice

The three escaped, the wings that were still there swallowed up the three and then coiled into itself until it disappeared into thin air.

The three left on the roof hopped down onto the sidewalk, noticing people had gathered around a large fire in the park behind the bus stop, as well as a fire truck. Sinie and Csilla's magic wore off and they detransformed, causing the two to be very tired.

The warrior woman approached them. “You two barely managed to get out of that." She said to them.

Sinie pointed, "Hey you were no better! If it weren't for Csilla we'd all be toast."

The woman put her hands on her hips and glared at Sinie.

"Excuse me miss, but...what exactly just happened?" Csilla said, gripping her necklace.

The woman opened her mouth, but was interrupted by the voice of a man.

"Csilla?!"

Csilla turned to see her father getting out of his car and approaching her.

"Papa?!"

Her father ran up to her and hugged her close.

[introduce Richard]

"Young lady, why didn't you come home right after school? What are you doing so close to this fire?!"

"Um..." Csilla looked down.

Sinie looked back, hoping the woman would address Csilla's father, but the woman was gone.

"Um," Sinie spoke up. "I’m sorry sir, but it's my fault..."

Richard glared at Sinie for a second, but once he saw how alike she looked to his own daughter he was taken aback. He began to stammer for words, but Csilla spoke up

"This is my friend, Sinie. We met today at school.” She then downcast her eyes. “I'm sorry Papa…I disobeyed you to come home after school and instead went out with a friend. I will take full responsibility." She hung her head.

Richard, confused more than anything, decided to let Csilla off the hook with just a scolding and offered Sinie a ride, away from the fire.

Sinie declined his offer, saying that she knew a way home that was away from the accident.

Csilla went home with her father in his fancy car, while Sinie ran home to her own family.

[show outside of home]

She walked in the door, her sister immediately announcing her arrival.

"Sinie?! Oh my god are you okay!?" Sheri cried, running up to her daughter.

"Yeah I'm fine. Why?" She forced a smile.

"Steph called me and told me there was a big fire on your route home from school. You didn't get caught up in that did you?"

Sinie figured she shouldn't tell her mom about all the things that just happened, and shook her head.

"Your uniform is so dirty, are you sure you're okay?" Sheri asked, still frantic.

"Oh yeah, Daren and I were just, um, wrestling earlier is all." She smiled awkwardly.

Sheri sighed. "You're going to get in trouble for rough housing on school grounds one of these days young lady. And how many times have I told you not to dirty your uniform? They aren't cheap."

Sinie nodded as her mother went on, tuning her out. She looked down at her necklace. It no longer held that glow, but Sinie could still feel the power pulsating through it when she held it.

[end Chapter 1]

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I am. I just. I cannot. BREAKING MIRRORS???? ADHKHHIJJDJHDHRHHHRHEH. Comfort? I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve read comfort on your blog 💀💀. Not that it’s a bad thing, the angst is exquisite, but like hurt/comfort is one of my favorite tropes. This was also exactly what I needed. I’ve been feeling really down abt my body lately how it’s too big and not proportioned right and how my face looks gross. Stuff like that you know? I was not expecting to be hit with this kind of comfort. It’s exactly what I needed so thank you so much for writing it.

Shirtless fictional characters are always a great motivation 😌. Oh speaking of which i might just hop on Pinterest and start looking for Izana fanart 👀👀. I WILL NEVER BE ANNOYED IF YOU START POSTING TR CONTENT ON YOUR BLOG WHETHER THEY BE FICS OR MANGA PANELS ILL TAKE THEM ALL. *ahem* Also. I went into the episode expecting to fall harder for Nagi. But no. I fell for Reo as soon as I saw him. THE HECK WHAT IS THIS SORCERY I DONT KNOW A SINGLE THING ABT HIM AND IM IN LOVE HES JUST AADGJKHFHHFRR YES. When you say you’re excited abt posting your angst wips my guard goes up immediately it’s not even funny anymore like pls I wanna say spare me but I also need more at the same time 😭💀. I read your post and I’m so excited for more Bachira and Chigiri content!!!! Bachira being my favorite character and all. And also Chigiri during the last episode shot an arrow into my heart. Even tho I had some reservations abt him before watching the episode its all good now. I have another pretty boy to love 🥰.

DUDE I NEED TO TALK ABT THE FIC CAUSE IM JUST ASTONISHED. Like Nagis was so so so sweet if made me go awww so many times. And Oliver made me giggle a lot it’s adorable. And Rins? Phew sir no need to mess with me like that 😮‍💨. I also really liked how you described all the negative thoughts of the reader. A lot of them are what I think abt myself when I’m not feeling the best so it was really relatable reading it. Thank you again I don’t think you know how much reading that meant to me it’s exactly what I needed seriously.

How are you btw? How’s uni? Also I’ve been meaning to ask but what’re some of your favorite things? Like in general? Shows and mangas and books and snacks etc? I always get on here ranting abt stuff but I wanna let you know that I wanna get to know you too. It’s a two way straight you know? Only if you’re comfortable sharing ofc. I hope you’re taking care of yourself and that you have a good day!! *sends virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Starry! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ I hope yk i changed the screensaver of my phone to tr - I blame you for that (lovingly ♡)

This is gonna be a long ask ;

So i had this idea for a while and since I have a hub of angst works on my blog, I wanted to try a hand at comfort but with an angst to fluff (yeah i love that troupe as well) the reason I made this piece is cause of both, to indulge myself in writing comfort as well as to comfort people who are reading it and another element was capturing the realism of it... like. Usually when I read body positivity fics... the details of it are very vague. I wanted to put in something that was more descriptive, reasons why you hate that part of yourself- tiny details that do matter; and I ended up creating this. I was hesitant in posting this at first but then I reminded myself that it was for me and for a person on the other side of the screen who could be comforted by it when they couldn't really talk about these to someone or just in general.

And I'm glad it worked ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ And I hope you feel better now

I plan on making more editions and going further, it might include more sensitive topics as well-

Istg. When i saw kunigami without a shirt *saves image*, and Rin *saves image*, Nagi *saves image* but I really wanna see Oliver

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Oh god Izana fanart. I did find one on twitter and istg the amount I- reason for my laughter. (contemplating if i should make this my screensaver or not)

I have a tr content supporter!! I had an idea in mind for the tr boys in mind- and since i got hyped for it. I'm gonna start working on that once i read the manga cause i wanna make sure this fits in the character analysis as well. Rindou came to mind for some reason

Chigiri is pretty! I can't stress enough on how he looks good and I even figured the footballer he is based on- Reo is officially Nagi's caretaker; so mature.

Oml i'm making a reputation for myself with the angst i write... but there's the thing; for every angsty piece i write, i always make sure to put a sequel that is equally satisfying and comforting (in a weird way and not in the complete lovey dovey way) it takes time to make those because if I rush it, it doesn't end well with me being angry about the low quality I wrote and the readers being unsatisfied as well... but yeah I know what I wanna write for Bachira and Kaiser (yes. Kaiser is arriving on his royally spoilt ass on this blog)

Going back to the fic, so on how I write nagi I use a lot of the "..." cause I imagine him to be a timed pause speaker; as for Oliver. He is playful and yeah that made me giggle too. (its the 'cold cup of water' isn't it?) as for Rin go to horny jail *bonk* i couldn't imagine him to be the type to talk these kinds of problems out cause he is rude. and he knows it so he dommed his way through it (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) and i am not sorry.

So i know that my bio says 'part time model' but truth is; most of the content is based on my experience. like i mentioned before, the details of body positivity fics are very vague. But what I wanted to do was get down and dirty with it, expose everything and not keep it under wraps because it continues to be hidden yk? people can't openly talk about it when these kind of minor things do exist and they can cause a person's confidence to tarnish and maybe have other people think less of them. And I hoped that this would make someone's morning read when they're getting ready for college, uni, work etc. when they aren't feeling their best and need that kind of confidence... even if it is just from reading my works. and always, you're welcome !! it means a lot to me when my writing helps someone even in the smallest ways ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

i'm doing pretty well, working on some research papers and stuff, working out as well just having a slow and easy week and keeping everything in balance yk? Roomies are helping me with the weights at the gym- said i was a pussy if i didn't get another lift in. istg i'm gonna smack their ass with a wet towel this week

As for uni, new story. Another classmate of mine, lets call him victor, tall as a tree just walks up to me during recess the other day and goes 'that is one ugly shirt.' he looks like he hasn't even showered for a month and turned up to class wearing pajamas. fucking. pajamas. ugh. (I did tell him that if that's the way he flirts, I'm surprised his ex didn't break up with him sooner- i am not sorry. )

Some of my favorite things... hm. That's a tough one.

I like rainy days, dogs (i want a cerberus so badly- ⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝; i'm good with cats but some of them like to scratch me for some reason?- childhood memory unlocked), pink shirts - i have a lot of them and my roomie steals them, warm blankets, swimming, basketball (i play), red roses, oceans, perfumes, plushies, bears and whales, music, working out, sketching, traveling, reading and just... talking to people.

Shows : I was watching skam (not the french one- the Norwegian one), normal people, extraordinary attorney woo young woo, dark (that. show.), sense8 is on my watchlist- i did watch a bit of it but never got to complete it, the tail of the nine tailed- i wanna finish it but it was stretched out and i didn't want to watch after a bit (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

My roomies are into k drama and they think anime is 'cartoon.' - when they see the budget used int he eps tho (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Anime : there is a lot since I've been watching anime since i was 5, Zatchbell/ gashbell was my first and i watch it sometimes, sailormoon, bleach (never got completed), Jojo's bizarre adventure (watched it all the way to stone ocean- god. the joestar fam is so blessed, Lisalisa (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) , Tokyo rev (i was watching it with my mom and she got mad when I watched an ep without her), death note (my dad got invested with it and then dropped it- let me see if i can get him to watch bllk this christmas cause he is a football maniac), kaichou wa maid sama (my fav misaki is my idol), blue exorcist, hanayori no dango (this was used to make boys over flowers), kuroko no basuke, Kamisama Hajimemashita (my mom loves it -), Tomie, another, naruto, yamishibai, AOT ( my siblings just have debates about the whole conspiracy on the table and this time,,, I know its gonna be about tr) - there are a lot more animes so i might have to make a separate post abt that

Snacks : Since I'm part asian... ik you guys are (probably) gonna figure out a bit of my ethnicity cause of it Guava with chilli powder and salt. It tastes amazing and its healthy too; pears, apples. Pocky, pringles, coke (yeah i have an unhealthy side too) and meiji's yan yan a lot of chocolate.

Manga/ books : Blue lock (caught up with it), slam dunk, tomie, chainsawman, tokyo rev - i think i have some panels saved, black butler, bleach, your lie in april, skip beat, nana, don't bully me nagatoro - yeah i've read one too many manga (even that hentai one that released earlier this year) and I bought one- confidential confessions

Books : my fav is probably anne of green gables - read it when i was younger but it is still fresh in my memory, reading Sigmund Freud (interpretation of dreams...), memoirs of a geisha (a gift from my aunt), verity (something that kinda but doesn't haunt me), sherlock holmes and the hounds of the baskerville was my first novel, it was kinda a picture book.

It's a mess ik. but i mostly read non fic works as i grew older. And yeah it goes both ways! idm sharing !! ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

Tell me about you! Only if you want to tho!

*sending back big hugs*

Presenting Bachira in a b day suit \(//∇//)\

#Belle.☏#.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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heloflor · 2 years

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A few random thoughts/comments after finally reading the Sam and Max comics (Surfin’ the Highway + “The Big Sleep”) :

- I absolutely love how, whenever they’re in town or in an open place, there’s stuff happening in the background. Random details like that don’t really have any purpose in the story but they make the world feel so much more alive !

- I’m really fond of the way Purcell draws Sam for some reason. Idk, his face is just pleasant to look at.

- Max is getting the Pikachu treatment, looking chubby/chonky in the first interpretation of the character only to look thinner later on.

- It’s very interesting to see how the first “official” Sam and Max comic, “Monkeys Violating the Heavenly Temple”, introduces so many moments that became recurring things (“Sam, I mean Max”, Max being the one who needs saving, Max not being into girls, “you crack me up little buddy”, the fight for the phone, Sam’s long-ass “holy-“ lines, Sam being overprotective, Sam finding Max cute etc)

- It’s also interesting to see “Bad Day on the Moon” in comic form and the few differences with the cartoon version.

- I love how everytime they walk to their office door, they check on Flint Paper. Also Max mentioning how Flint probably wasn’t hugged enough 🥺

- I need an entire series of Sam and Max going on a road trip ! Not only can we have small adventures with new environments and characters, there’s also their cute interactions in the car !

- It’s funny to see places and characters you know are going to come back later on in the franchise, like the carnival from “Hit the Road”.

- I kinda like the random intermission in the long comics, though it feels like a random commercial that’s somehow relevant to the comic. Also that page about the board game to play in a car trip with the advice of “if you don’t have dice, just look at the last number of the plaque from the next car that’s coming” is absolutely genius.

- There’s SO MUCH TOUCHING between the two, especially on Sam’s end ! Like, dude can’t keep his hands away from his bunny ! Ok I may be exaggerating here but still ! So much touching ! And between that and other small moments, it makes me low-key question if they were already boyfriends back then 🤔

(I swear “Purcell wanted to create goofy stories with a fun duo but ended up accidentally creating an amazing and healthy gay relationships with pretty good rep overall and ultimately decided to just accept it and roll with it” is my second favorite thing about this franchise)

- Speaking of which, there’s that one moment in the second road-trip comic in which Sam uses Max as a weapon and then immediately asks Max if what he did was alright or if it bothered Max. And I absolutely adore that.

I think it’s due to the fact that, usually, Sam and Max are on the same wavelength and know each other’s boundaries and likes/dislikes. So it’s interesting to “come back to a time” where they still had to understand those boundaries. I also love how asking this is literally the first thing Sam does, showing that there’s really good communication between the two, which could also explain why in later entries they understand each other so well.

(and sure, I know moments like this one happened in other entries of the franchise, like for example Sam in 301 telling Max he's uncomfortable at the idea of Max teleporting alone, but for some reason this panel really stuck with me)

- The office each time having different framed pictures of the duo like in the cartoon 💖

- As someone who loves when anthropomorphic characters behave more like animals, I am so happy that the comics mention Sam smelling stuff a lot and especially Max having good hearing at least once ! Because this is something I really liked to think about, so it’s nice actually getting to see it being mentioned in canon !

Also there’s that one page (I think in “Bad Day on the Moon” ?) where Sam straight-up bites someone and then gets weirded out by his own action. That was fucking amazing.

- Apparently one of Sam’s favorite things during missions is cornering the villain and telling them to freeze with his gun pointed at them. For some reason I really like that fact.

- The comic about the cereal aisle monster has some pretty good action and a cool monster design. Also apparently Max already had weird powers back then with him being able to communicate with the dead.

Also also Max at the end helping a kid while casually talking to Sam was really cute. Fun fact : Max having baby fever and loving kids is my favorite thing about him, especially due to how much it clashes with his usual “wilder” personality (And for those wondering, my favorite thing about Sam is him being protective and going apeshit when Max is in danger).

Also also also it’s pretty funny to see Sam disliking physical contact from the shopkeeper given how touchy he is with Max in those comics.

- There’s a one-page comic about a lady talking about aliens with Sam not buying any of it, and one of the panels is Sam with a glass of water in hand saying “Lady, I’m this close to pouring my drink on you” while looking completely done with this shit. Hands down my favorite comic panel of all the Sam and Max comics.

(Btw, my second-favorite panel is from the first comic, after Max was kidnapped, when Sam is spitting on a portrait of the villain while pointing out how he’s going to destroy him if he took a single hair off of his precious bunny)

- It’s pretty funny how the comics suddenly start having colors at some point out of the blue, like someone randomly gifted Purcell a box of colored pencils. Though, I don’t know what I like most between the black-and-white or the colored comics. On one hand, the colors add to the background. On the other hand, the black-and-white gave a style that’s pretty fitting with the titular characters being detectives/police.

Ultimately, I think I like the black-and-white more, not just because of the style but also because like half of the stories in color are AU stuff (“The Adventurer” comics) while the black-and-white ones are more “grounded” stories.

Yeah, most of the time, I’m not the biggest fan of AUs. I know, pretty surprising for someone whose first fandom was Unde//rtale of all things.

And yes I learned later on that the first comics actually came out in a colored version. That being said I do like the black-and-white version more since, again, it gives them a “detectives” vibe.

- Sam really has a thing for twin popsicles, doesn’t he ?

- Some comics, especially the ones in color, have a few small “mean-spirited” moments between the duo, especially on Sam’s end, and it feels weird to see them like that. Like when one says “shut up” to the other, when Max does something cruel and Sam points it out by actually calling him cruel instead of cute, or when Sam jokingly threatening to hurt Max for being annoying, including the “killing Max and being sent to heaven” comic.

Now I know those jokes also exist in the rest of the franchise, like for example the “I wanna write a reminder to smother you with a pillow in your sleep” from the first Telltale game or the “shut up it’s starting !” from the cartoon, or even some moments in “Hit The Road” like when you rescue Max at the golf game. But for some reason, the ones in the comic stand out more to me.

I think it might be due to the duo dynamic they have and how much more openly affectionate they are in the games and cartoon, making those “I’m going to hurt you” jokes feel insignificant. 🤔

- There’s a comic about Atlantis that opens up with Sam mentioning how he “never dated within my gender” and I don’t know what surprises me the most between Sam unironically saying this, as if open to the idea, or the fact that they used the word “gender” in a comic form the 90s. In any cases, I like it.

(Also I guess this means Sam and Max weren’t together back then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Unless you picture the comics as taking place out of order, which I might do considering that one Christmas comic with the duo living in a house and having a family dinner. Plus this could explain the “mean-spirited” stuff only being in some comics. Also the cereal aisle comic has a guy from the cartoon + Max having powers, so I could see it taking place around the time of the cartoon, after the Telltale games)

- Sam with abs from that one biker comic is cursed. Chubby Sam with “uncool 40 years-old dad” energy is best Sam.

- And from that same comic, Max gets a tattoo on his right arm. Headcanon that he still has it but it’s hidden under his fur, hence why it’s never visible.

- I love how “The Adventurer Comics”, “The Big Sleep” and the first page of the unfinished comic are just casually available to read on the official Sam and Max website.

- “The Big Sleep” was apparently written around the time of “Save The World”, and I feel like you can kinda see it from the way Max looks in this comic. They removed the chonk in favor of a rounder stomach that resembles his 3D model.

Also I really like how this comic has Sam in danger and Max trying to save him, with Max’s last line of the comic showing some protectiveness. Given how rare it can be at times, I like when they switch around which one needs saving.

Also also this comic has Max calling some guy gay and later on almost saying “piece of shit”. I love it.

Also also also, there’s a cameo of granny Ruth as part of Sam’s memories !!! (along with a picture of Max because of course 💖)

Last thing, since earlier I mentioned the “mean-spirited” moments : this one shows my point by having Sam mentioning bashing Max in the head to help him calm down, with Max reacting by saying “aww, you spoil me !” This is the kind of instance where a joke is actually not mean-spirited because there’s something immediately afterwards showing that Max is enjoying the thought, while in the older comics, it’s just Sam mentioning hurting Max without Max commenting on it, which gives off this “mean-spirited” side.

- There are at least two comics that I’m missing, or at least two that I’m assuming are official. Given how the franchise started with Purcell drawing after his brother’s stories, I’m pretty sure there’s a lot out there that was never published (for those asking, yes I stumbled across some of the earliest versions of those characters from back when Purcell was messing with his brother’s work).

But yeah, from what I know, one of the missing two has a page with Sam and Max pushing n*zis off a cliff, and the second one has a joke about Sam asking Max to remove what he’s wearing and Max refusing, with I think some kind of stereotypical tribe behind them ?

- Thinking about it, I’ve seen people talk about how trigger-happy Sam and Max are in the comics compared to the rest of the franchise, with them being toned down due to age rating. But tbh, I didn’t find them that trigger-happy in the comics, at least not more than the games. They felt pretty on-par with how they act in “Hit The Road” specifically. Might be just me tho 🤔

- Overall, I’d say my favorite comic is “The Big Sleep” due to the whole “Max saving Sam” situation. But more than that, I especially adore how evident it is that Max absolutely loves Sam without outright saying it. It’s shown very well with how worried Max gets, the fact that he greatly compliments the doctor at some point or even the way he decides by himself to investigate the phone because he feels uneasy about the bug and wants to find out what happened to Sam.

This comic aside, the road trip trilogy is a close second and I especially enjoy the moments with the duo in the car, like Sam telling Max a creepy story or them sleeping while still having the car on, etc. I’d probably put the very first official comic as third, mostly for how many recurring things this comic sets up + the usual “Sam saving Max” being nice to see. And the unfinished “Max getting shot” comic would be fourth, because angst is my jam.

#Sam and Max #SamandMax #Freelance husbands #sorta #Flor talks #long post #for some reason I kept hesitating to post my Sam and Max stuff #I think it's because the fandom is decades old and had a resurgence last year #so it feels weird to jump in and start analysing stuff that was likely already talked about #idk I just feel awkward #but at the same time I like rambling about stuff so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#(no but seriously it's been so long since I first wrote this #that I'm starting to wonder if the two comics I'm missing are actually from Sam and Max #or if it's from another franchise and I'm picturing it as Sam and Max for some reason)

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flaming-pancakes-4819 · 2 years

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Hola everyone! Ever since Moon Knight ended, I’ve been taking some time to read up on the comics. I’ve been having a blast and, while I’m at it, I couldn’t help but save a few of my fav moments.

I already read the Lemire run (which was great and I plan on making a post about it another day) so Imma head over to the Bemis run.

Enjoy my crappy phone screenshots.

...Girl. I think you do.

Dr. Emmett. Ma’am. That is a picture of an egyptian god.

..Well, that escalated quickly. Take that L, Emmett

There is only one reason I like this panel and it’s 100% bc Khonshu’s not being a fart for once.

I am laughing rn. Khonshu tolerates Steven but he’ll swipe left on Jake omg. This makes me want to see a s2 more. Jake possibly shitting on Khonshu? Sign me up for front seats.

Wait, it’s real?! I thought this panel was fake lol. Marc really do be switching alters like pokemon.

There is literally no reason why Marc kicking Jake off a mental cliff is funny but it is.

Wow, now I know who the favorite child is.

Poor Steven. He didn’t sign up for this.

This could be taken so out of context omg.

This wasn’t really a funny panel as it was sweet to me. He’s telling her about his disorder and it’s giving me cavities.

Cthulhulu? In my Moon Knight comic? It’s more likely than you think.

My man Steven is the only one holding that single brain cell.

Roasting Khonshu? in my Moon Knight comic? It should be more likely than you think.

K-man.

I’m speechless. I’m flabberghasted. I have seen everything now. 10/10. Best thing I’ve seen all day.

Honorable Mentions: It’s only funny cuz of the Lemire run mention. You think I didn’t catch that? Think again.

Last Minute Thoughts:

Think what you want on the Bemis run but it was fun to read- the dialogue especially. Some things were.. questionable: the humorous amounts of the words “crazy” (I counted 10 but there might be more), the disregard for Jake’s infidelity even tho Marc literally just had a fist fight with Jake over telling the truth, and the low dose of Steven- a crime, really.

Either way, I enjoyed reading this. There were way more panels I liked but my phone can only hold so much so oh well. Anyways, that’s all the mental power I have for this post.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #max bemis #moon knight legacy #i did this for fun

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hannahhasafact · 5 months

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Kumoricon 2023 recap for myself just because (yes I know it’s been a week now):

Barely finished my Imelda cosplay in time (like think the day of) which felt wild because I spent so much goddamn time on it and truly thought I was going to finish it earlier 😭

This was the first time I can remember that I’ve ever had a cosplay where I was told I looked beautiful? Like I’ve gotten “Oh you’re adorable!” a lot but I got a few “You look beautiful” and that’s just wild

Like a lot of people didn’t know what my cosplay was and I still got compliments, which never happens if they don’t know what my cosplay is. So that’s wild!

Also people were just super nice??? And that was nice

I am frustrated with myself though because I got superglue on the middle of the dress coat towards the end of the day (a fellow ballroom staff person stepped on my skirt when I went to the bathroom and I tried to quick fix it… superglue never works for me I s2g it doesn’t matter how long I hold the thing on for) Also the escalator scratched a big ol scratch in my heels which sucks but like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was so worn down by ballroom staff stuff??? Which feels weird because a lot of it was not physical (for me) but I still got tired? Which feels lame on my part because like I know I helped in ways but I feel like I wasn’t helpful enough 🫠 but who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (I helped by having a baby look at a picture of a cat on my phone lol)

I absolutely could not wear my heels on day two oh my GOD I forgot how much my Handler/Sophie Bikes shoes hurt. I wore flats p much all day on day two which doesn’t fit the cosplay but listen I am old and a lot of those floors are cement and terrible in the convention center

People were also very nice about my Sylvia cosplay (but also seemed nervous to interact with me? lol)

I’m annoyed with myself because I didn’t look at the schedule at ALL and I ended up not planning my time well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ the only two panels I wanted to go to clashed with work/having to be a responsible adult and take care of my kitty 😭 and look obviously Bijou above me having a silly time at a con but also man what a bummer. Next year gotta actually take a look at the schedule and plan. (Though tbh I’m annoyed that the panels I wanted to go to were all in the evening like wtf man who starts a panel at 5:30PM)

Having my bike this year was a godsend oh my GOD it was so nice to be able to bike to the convention center and back most of the weekend 🚲 like obviously I couldn’t bike in my Imelda cosplay but the rest of the weekend? Easy to bike back and forth. So extremely helpful. I’m sure it was very funny to see me in a SpyXFamily cosplay biking to the convention center (a parking guy said he liked my hat as I biked by lol)

Wore my Yuuri Katsuki cosplay for the last day of con which always makes me laugh because I just look like… a kind of sloppy guy but clearly SOMETHING is going on because it’s very obvious I’m wearing a wig 😆 but holy heck I swear this is the most recognition I’ve gotten for my Yuuri cosplay ever???

For reference: a very tired nerd lol

I spent way more at con than I was expecting? But then again I did buy two manga which definitely upped my “money spent at con” amount and I had a little bit of money saved up specifically for con. Also I’m so obsessed with the fact that more and more cons/markets are selling wax melts???? I use wax melts a lot and I got some from Mizu Crafts that smell SO GOOD. I’ve been melting the Kiss Kiss Fall in Love one and my apartment smells like a bouquet of roses it’s so nice (also if they’re on tumblr and see this for some reason I’m so sorry I was kind of a mess and knocked something over I was really tired and I know you were nice about it but I still felt bad)

Right after con I had to go home and get ready for a murder mystery dinner party wedding reception for my cousin and proceeded to drink too much wine and eat really good food (I’m sure the exhaustion did not help)

I didn’t catch covid but oof I think I did get some con crud for sure. I would also say it was probably the combo of not sleeping enough/not eating well/wearing bad support and carrying stuff all weekend but oh my god my body has been recuperating this week. All I did on Thursday was play video games and yesterday I cleaned my apartment and wow wow wow did I need that. (Though playing video games all day Thursday did not help my sore back lol)

I’m probably going to move out of this apartment this year because reasons but like… god it’s so convenient to be so close to the convention center. (And no way will I be able to afford a place in such a good location if I move but here we are). It’s just like… I wish I was rich so I didn’t have to worry about my housing stuff all the time.

But yeah! That was con. I’m still tired but that’s more because last night I went to bed after midnight and still woke up at 7:30AM lol

#ramblings #Kumoricon 2023 #also my period just started today and I’m just like come on man #anyways! I keep wanting to draw but I’m so scared I haven’t drawn in like two weeks #if that #and I just don’t want my stuff to turn out back ha

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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A Fool of Me

A/N: Hey guys! This one’s a request from @peachylemasters. I hope I did it justice, I had to tweak some details to fit the plot but I think I hit all the notes. If you like this and wanna read some more of my stuff check out my Masterlist, or my series, I’m On Fire.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Spencer runs into a toxic ex-girlfriend at an event a kind receptionist saves him from himself.

Category: Equal doses of smut, angst, and fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, spanking, alcohol consumption, brief descriptions of panic/stress, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 4.7k

Request: “Hey good morning or afternoon I heard you were taking requests. I thought of an idea we're Spencer Reid goes to a party and meets his ex. Things start off smooth and knows if he goes back to her, he will revisited bad and the good moments he had with her. Until a hostess see's Spencer going insane because he's talking to his ex. She helps him out and they start to know each other. Things get out of hands between them. So that was an idea. Don't know if I made it confusing. Have a great day��❤”

Spencer had had enough socializing for one day. It was enough that he had to attend panels all day, which really, he didn’t mind that part. He just hated having all the conversations afterward.

So his battery was really draining by the time the post-convention event was supposed to take place in the hotel’s ballroom. It was supposed to be a time for all of the people who’d spent the whole weekend working to finally blow off some steam. Have some non-work related conversations.

But Spencer hated parties. He didn’t like being surrounded by so many people, or having to have the same little nothing conversations over and over all evening. At least he was put up in a hotel this time around so he could retreat to the quiet of his room for a little while in the middle of the day, but that could only last so long.

She’s the very first thing he notices as he walks through the doors to the ballroom. Rachel. Perched on a high stool at the bar, hair cascading down her back, in perfect contrast to her dress. It was red and hugged her perfectly, like it always did. He’d seen her in it before a few times, he knew it made her feel confident.

He has no idea if he wants to talk to her, part of him wants to race over and give her his room key without a word. The other wants to turn on his heel immediately and bolt out of there. But he doesn't get to make the decision, she’s spotted him in the doorway and is more sure of herself. Beckoning him over with a wave.

He takes the stool next to her, and already he doesn’t feel great about it. She had this way of bewitching him, over and over he’d end up lying next to her in bed and waking up to an empty space in the morning. They couldn’t seem to keep their distance for very long.

When he sits she’s already ordered him a drink, and it’s his usual, and he hates that she remembered it. Or he hates that he likes the way it makes him feel warm inside. That it wasn’t just him who held onto some of their shared memories. So he takes a sip.

—

It’s been a slow night on the reception desk, so when Y/N sees him walking down the staircase into the lobby she can’t help but gawk. His suit is navy and impeccable, it fits him so snug on the shoulders that it must’ve been made for him. Which is a funny juxtaposition next to his hair which looks like he ran his fingers through it at best, curly, and unruly on top of his head. But it suits him.

She follows him with her eyes from her perch at the desk, watching him until he stops abruptly at the doorway to the ballroom. There’s a swarm of people gathered inside so maybe he was just the kind of person who was nervous around crowds. But that doesn’t feel right, the look on his face is all together terrified until it softens and he walks inside.

She has to move along the desk a little so she can see where he ends up once he makes it inside. And of course he’s next to a woman, a beautiful one too, in a tight dress. So that solves the mystery of why he looked so nervous. But that does little to actually satiate her desire to keep her eyes on him. On them.

Something doesn’t feel right about it, as thought it might not even be a date, like maybe this guy really didn’t want to be there. It must’ve been the way he looked at her, or the way he sat so awkwardly in his seat, his body language betraying him.

—

Spencer lets himself take her in for a moment, his eyes raking up and down her figure as she takes a prolonged sip from her wine glass. She might actually look better than the last time he’d seen her.

It had been a whole year. And they’d already been broken up, and back together, and broken up a few times over at that point. So it really was his fault that it happened again, they’d slept together, and she’d promised him more, and left him again. Like always.

He knew, he really did, deep down he knew she was bad for him. But she was magnetic.

“Do you like my dress Spence?” she asks, sultry and smooth. And she already knows he does, he’s told her before.

“You look very nice” he tries not to give too much away.

“I seem to recall you thinking I looked a hell of a lot more than nice in this dress?” she leans in a little as she speaks and it makes his heart flutter in his chest. But it somehow makes his stomach drop in the same instant. She turns her body towards his completely. Leaning in even closer now, and she puts her hand on his fucking thigh, and for a second he forgets how to breathe entirely.

“As a matter of fact” she coos, “I think I remember you telling me to keep it on while you fucked me, what was it, a year ago now?”

“372 days” is all he can force out. And he wants to lean into her touch, he wants to melt into her, let her do whatever she wants with him for as long as she wants to. But he knows it’ll just break him all over again. He wants to pull away but he just can’t, and he’s absolutely transfixed on her fingers squeezing his leg when they’re interrupted.

“Sorry, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” the woman enquires, glancing at his little hand written name tag. He just forces a meek nod, “There’s a call for you if you want to follow me?” she motions for him to stand up and so he does, pulling himself from Rachel’s grip.

His immediate feeling is of overwhelming relief. He knew he was out of his depth from the moment he’d sat down. He was silently thankful for whatever case was about to whisk him away from this stupid convention.

He followed behind the woman, she led him out of the ballroom and down a quiet hotel hallway until she just stopped in her tracks in the middle of it, leaning against the wall. He could only look at her confused.

“The uh? The phone?” he tries to ask.

“Sorry,” she forces out a deep breath, “there actually wasn’t any call, I could tell— you looked like you needed some help?” she chances, “I’m really sorry if I overstepped, or misread that”

He lets out a huge sigh of relief, “Oh thank god”

“So I read it right?” she asks, relaxing against the wall now.

“So so right, you’ve got no idea” the relief only lasts for another moment before his eyes blow wide and he starts to pace frantically in the hallway.

“Dr. Reid? Are you okay? What’s going on?” she asks, trying to decipher his sharp change in mood. He starts to breathe in short panicked bursts and he seems like he’s really about to freak out again. She ushers him to take a seat in one of the plush armchairs that litters the hallway. So he does, and he immediately braces his head between his knees.

“Can I ask what’s wrong? Do you want me to get you some water?” He just shakes his head, his breathing unsteady and ragged, she recognizes it well.

“Spencer” She says it firm and commanding to get his attention, but soft enough not to startle him, “I want you to breathe in through your nose for me, we’re gonna do that for 4 seconds” she counts down for him, “now hold that breath for 7 seconds” she counts again, soft and slow, “then I want you to breathe all of that out through your mouth this time, and we’re gonna do that for 8 seconds.” He sits up straight and nods at her.

She counts out the cycle for him again and again until Spencer can feel his heart rate fall, settling into a steady rhythm of breathing until he feels calm again. And in this state he can finally take a good look at this girl. She’s crouched down next to him as he sits, with one of her hands resting against his knee. And instead of earlier, her hand feels comforting, grounding. It feels nice in an entirely different way than Rachel’s hand.

He looks down at the little gold name tag pinned to the lapel of her dress.

“Thank you Y/N” he says softly, and she smiles up at him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” she tries again, gentle, not prying, just hoping.

“I left my jacket in there” he rubs his eyes with his hands like he’s in pain, “It’s got my phone and my wallet, but I can’t go back in there. If I go back she’ll suck me in again and I don’t want— I can’t!” she tries to soothe him, gently moving her hand along his leg.

“Don’t worry about that” she encourages, “Have you got your room key?” He quickly fumbles and pulls it out of the pocket of his slacks, and nods, awaiting further instruction.

“What room are you in?”

“407?”

“Great, you go on up, splash some cold water on your face and relax. I’m going to go get your stuff. I’ll tell that woman that you had an emergency and had to leave. Then I can can bring your jacket up to you. No problem” she says it like it’s obvious, and Spencer can barely contain his relief, all of the tension leaving his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he asks,

“Positive” she confirms with a soft smile and a pat on his shoulder as she stands up.

—

Once Y/N’s confident he’s making his way back up stairs she heads straight to the ballroom. Now that she’s actually about to talk to this woman she’s nervous.

“Sorry ma’am” she starts, and the woman turns to look at her, and she’s so intimidatingly beautiful up this close, “your friend had an emergency and he’s got to leave. He asked me to send you his apologies.” her perfect face falls, unable to hide her disappointment. Y/N takes his jacket off the back of the chair and drapes it over her arm.

“Can you give him a message for me?” the woman asks, gripping Y/N by the elbow just as she makes her move to leave, she nods politely.

“Just tell him that I’ll get him next time” she says it like it’s some inside joke he’ll understand, but Y/N knows what she means and it honestly makes her feel a little sick. As she walks away she’s already decided she’s not going to tell Spencer anything.

—

Spencer’s been pacing around his room for the last 17 minutes. Y/N shouldn’t be taking this long, he wasn’t entirely sure why but he was getting himself worried again, working himself up over nothing. But his body relaxed when he heard a soft knock against the door, he all but sprinted over to open it. To her standing right there, his jacket draped over one arm and a room service platter gripped in her hands.

“Thank you” he exhales, pulling open the door so that she can could walk inside and leave both items down on the bed. He points to the platter, its contents covered by a large silver dome. “What’s…” he’s not really sure what to ask.

“I hope you don’t mind, I stopped by the kitchen on my way up, thought you might like some comfort food?” as she explains she pulls the dome off the tray, showing him the plethora of desert she’d taken from the kitchen.

“There was no need” he starts but she cuts him off.

“Nonsense! The guys in the kitchen don’t mind. If there’s nothing you like here I can have something else sent up?” she says it in a polished ‘customer service voice’, sickly sweet. And all of a sudden he feels a little silly that he hadn’t noticed it sooner. She was just a good employee, going the extra mile for a customer. This wasn’t about him.

“No, god no. You’ve done plenty already, and besides, I’m sure you’ve got to get back to work?” he tries to give her an out as they stand awkwardly looking at each other.

“Actually I’m good, I wont be missed” she begins but stops her train of thought, of course this was overstepping, she was probably freaking him out, “But you probably want to relax, I’ll get out of your hair” she nods politely and starts to make her way back to the door.

“Unless” it rushes out of him and he's not sure where it really came from, “When your shift’s over would you maybe want to— This is an awful lot of food—“ he just gives up on his original sentence and tries it all over again, “When’s your shift over?” her asks plainly and it startles her. But she can’t really do much to contain the grin that spreads across her cheeks.

“What time is it now?” she asks, pointing to the watch on his wrist.

“Uh, 11:43pm?” he offers.

“So 43 minutes ago” she feels silly saying it out loud now. That she’d gotten carried away watching him while she waited for her co-worker to take over the desk, and she just couldn’t stop herself from intervening the second her shift was over. But he doesn’t look freaked out by her admission, he looks genuinely happy for the first time since she’d laid eyes on him.

“You— You’ve been off this whole time?”

She gives him a little nod, bashful, “You looked like you needed help” she shrugs, trying to play it off.

“But I— You should’ve gone home, I would’ve been okay” no sooner does he get the words out than he realizes they’re a blatant lie, “That’s not true” he confesses, “If you’d’ve gone home I’d probably have already made so many stupid decisions by now and I’d be having my heart broken as we speak”

“Would you maybe want me to stay with you for a bit? Just to make sure you don’t go doing anything stupid?” she asks sultry, and it’s the first time she’s overtly flirted all night. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he nods wholeheartedly.

Admittedly he knows that if Y/N stays he’ll probably just make a different kind of stupid mistake, but he can allow himself this one.

“I’d like that a lot”

—

They sit cross legged on his bed for a while, sharing a slice of chocolate cake. Spencer had started trying to explain what his relationship with Rachel had been like but decided against it. She wasn't going to get to ruin any more of this night than she already had. Instead he changes focus in the only way he knows how.

“Did you know that chocolate can actually affect your mood significantly?” he says as she scoops a forkful of cake off the plate between them, “A key chemical in cacao stimulates the brains level of naturally occurring endorphins and increases the production of serotonin?”

She chews thoughtfully for a moment, “So that’s why cake makes me feel so good?” and he giggles, nodding enthusiastically, “Got any more genius?” she asks with a grin.

“Did you know that chocolate contains the amino acid L-arginine which can be an effective natural sex enhancer for both men and women?” he can already feel his face start to flush, why did he start saying this, “It increases nitric oxide and promotes blood flow to the sexual organs” he finishes the thought and feels like crawling in a hole.

She’s got no idea if he’s just passionate about facts and chocolate, or if this is just his version of putting on the moves, but what has she really go to lose here. So she takes the opening.

“You got me.” she says with a coy smile, “That was actually my plan all along, to ply you with chocolate” she scoops some of the chocolate icing from the top of the cake with her fingertip, popping it in-between her lips and sucking it off slowly, deliberately. She looks over at him and his eyes are fixed on her lips and the finger caught between them. When she removes it to talk she feels confident that she’s got his attention now.

“Did it work?” she almost moans it and his breathing pretty much stops.

Working on instinct he moves his body so that he’s right next to her, leaning right in, and he presses his lips to hers. She opens them right away and he can taste the chocolate that’s lingering on her tongue and it’s perfect.

It doesn’t last for long, but when they break apart she picks up the plate between them and places it safely on the nightstand. With the bed clear she sits up on her knees so she can move closer to Spencer, throwing her legs either side of his and straddling his lap. The skirt of her dress hiking up in the process to expose the smooth skin of her thighs.

Spencer’s hands fly straight down to them automatically, digging his nails in and pulling her closer, further up his lap. Her hands end up tangled in that perfectly messy hair of his, making it worse, but even more perfect at the same time.

They stay tangled like that for a while, grinding against one another, mouths moving frantically, hands squeezing, pulling. Desperately seeking contact.

It’s when she can feel him start to get hard beneath her that his mood seems to shift, changing his position so that he can flip her over completely. Laying her flat on her back on the bed, one of his hands pinning both of hers above her head as his other hand moves up the hem of her skirt. Inching further and further until he reached her panties, grazing the damp patch between her thighs.

“Fuck Spencer” she moans out at the contact, encouraging him, and he seems to appreciate it. His mouth attaching to her neck, sucking and biting in an attempt to leave his mark on her.

He lets up a few moments later, releasing her hands mostly so that he could begin to undo the buttons along the front of her dress, taking his time to unfasten each and every one of them so that it would fall open, exposing her to him.

“You’re so beautiful” he moans out, his hands starting to roam along all bare skin he could see. And she could feel every little touch, but she needed to see him, to touch him too. So she sat up as best as she could and began to undo the buttons of Spencer’s dress shirt. With his help they were both lying on the bed together in nothing but their underwear. Lips ferociously working against one another yet again.

“What do you like Spencer?” it comes out as a breathy moan when she can finally remove her lips from his for a second, “What do you want?”

He’s caught of guard by the question, Rachel never cared what he wanted. He looks down at her, the erratic rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips were slick and a little swollen, and the pure kindness behind her eyes. For a second he thought he might be in love already, but he knew that was silly. He had to think for a moment before he found the answer.

“Control” it escapes him before he realizes why. He’s never had it before, not in his love life, not in his sex life. But now, now he feels safe enough to ask.

“You want to be in charge?” she asks and he nods his head in confirmation.

“Okay” she smiles, “So tell me what to do” her eyes lock on his and he swears he can feel his heartbeat all over his entire body.

“Turn over” is the first thing he thinks of, and so she does.

Flipping over beneath him, her face tilted sideways so he can still see her as she lays on her front on top of the crisp white linen. He plants a soft kiss at the base of her neck and slowly snakes down along her spine, coming to a stop around her hips. He places his hands either side of her, gripping her hips with probably more force than necessary.

“Up” it’s just shy of a growl, and she complies, lifting her hips up off the bed, bending her knees beneath her. “No” he breathes out against her ear, “Just your hips” she adjusts her position a little and can hold it just long enough for him to slide one of the fluffy hotel pillows into the gap between her and the bed. Tilting her hips ever so slightly. “Perfect” he groans right against her ear.

He continues to move back down her body, once he reaches the swell of her ass this time though he grabs it roughly, his nails scratching the delicate skin as he paws at her. She can’t keep her moan contained as it rushes out of her.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice absolutely dripping with lust.

“Uh huh” she whines into the pillows. He takes that as a sign of encouragement, taking his hand off her before coming down swiftly on her ass cheek, she could feel the heat of it right away, the sharp sting of pain it left behind felt way better than it had any right to.

“Ah fuck” her moan rips through her without warning, so he does it again, a little harsher this time. And the noise echos throughout the room, followed by the filthiest moan Spencer’s ever heard in his life. It gets a little muffled in the pillows but he can still hear it.

“Harder” she lets out, and it’s such a small little voice.

“What was that Y/N?” he teases, leaning over her grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her face out of the pillows with it.

“Ah, harder, please” she begs this time and it makes him feel so, so good.

He returns to his position behind her again, raising his palm and letting it come down again in the exact same place where a raised handprint was starting to form already. The noises that escape her are pornographic and he had no idea his cock could even be this hard.

He takes some time to remove her panties, hooking his fingers into them on either side and peeling them down along her legs. The first thing he sees is how incredibly wet she is, dripping down the inside of her legs already.

“Oh you really liked that” he teases, “You’re fucking soaking wet from just a little spanking” she whines beneath him.

“Want you so bad” is all she can manage to say. He moves her legs a little further apart fully opening her up to him and he bites his lip at the picture in front of him. Taking two of his fingers he brings them right to her entrance, sinking them in slowly, curving them against her walls as he works in and out of her at an agonizing pace.

“Fuck, Spencer, oh my god” her breathing is frantic already as she squirms from the stimulation.

“Good girl, you think you’re ready to take my cock?” he asks, pushing in a third finger as deep at they’ll go, her back arches into his touch, forcing her ass further up against him.

“Yes, Spencer! Please!” she rasps as he drifts his thumb over her swollen clit.

“Okay baby” he pulls his fingers out of her, leaning forward again he brings his fingers up to her, and hooks them into her mouth, pulling her face up out of the pillows so he can hear her little whines. She sucks on the fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on them and at the same time she can feel Spencer’s cock pressed up against her ass.

Once she lets his fingers go he’s bracing himself above her, an arm either side of her torso, and his legs between hers. He takes some time to line up properly, before teasing at her entrance. When she’s practically begging beneath him he sinks in slowly.

“Spencer” she moans out uncontrollably. He’s not even fully inside of her yet and already she feels full.

“So fucking tight, so wet for me Y/N” he gasps, the feeling of her warm and clenching around him is almost too much. After she’s gotten used to the feeling of him he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting right against her walls every single time.

She’s nearly crying at the stimulation, getting fucked into the bed, his cock pushing into her impossibly deep each time, hitting spots she didn’t even know she had. And there’s the added pleasure of the way his hips slam right up against her bruised ass each time he thrusts into her that just makes it all the sweeter.

She can tell he’s getting close now, by the way his movements are growing faster and a little less controlled by the second. But she wasn’t far off either, she couldn’t take much more.

“So close Spencer, feels so fucking good” she mumbles out.

And then the does the unexpected he changes his position, leaning down closer, so he was nearly flush against her back, almost pinning her down with his weight but not quite. The angle he hits her from now is definitely something new, she’s pretty sure he’s hitting right against her g-spot with every motion and she can’t contain herself now.

“Fuck! Spencer! Gonna cum” she’s pretty much screaming into the pillows and he continues to fuck into her. He’s releasing himself a moment later, his head coming to rest on her shoulder as he spills inside of her. Riding it out for another moment to two.

They stay like that for a little while, collapsed in a heap on top of one another, completely spent. When he does pull out he’s so careful, making sure she’s comfortable, racing to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and whatever lotion the hotel had.

He takes some time to clean her up before any of the mess they’ve made can dry between her legs. Then he takes some of the lotion and smooths it gently on the skin of her backside, taking care not to irritate it. He puts on a fresh pair of briefs and grabs her a t-shirt from his suitcase for her to sleep in, and her heart softens at the gesture.

When they both snuggle up under the covers, completely exhausted, she takes him in her arms, cuddling up to his back and spooning him. He needed to feel in control earlier, but she could tell what he needed now was comfort, safety, and reassurance that she wouldn’t be gone in the morning.

“Spencer?” she whispers against his ear,

“Y/N?” he responds in kind.

“Are you free for breakfast tomorrow?” she asks, and he knows she can’t see it with his back turned but he can’t contain the sleepy smile that he breaks out in. He’s only known this girl for a few hours and she was able to read him like a book.

“Absolutely”

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