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Hyperlaser birth!!11!!!1!1

#Phighting #phighting hyperlaser #happy birthday to this little shit head #also comically big coffee mug

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my birthday is three weeks from Friday. so i was wondering if you can do a daryl dixon x reader? where the reader's birthday is coming up and Daryl overhears Carol and the reader's best friend from before the turn were talking about what to do for the reader's birthday. (the reader and Daryl are in relationship, been together since the farm) Daryl went on a solo run to find her a present. He wants to propose to the reader for her birthday. (You can decide if she wants to surprise him with a pregnancy test or not)

Happy (a day early) birthday!!!! I did like the idea of the pregnancy test but I had trouble writing it in without taking away Daryl's spotlight with his thoughtfulness. Hope you enjoy!!

Summary: After overhearing you talk to Carol and Evie about your birthday, Daryl decides to surprise you with some gifts, and surprise himself with something he was sure would be nothing but fantasy in the new world.

Warnings: None, actually. Fluffy and cute. Some profanity.

Note: Some of the gifts have links so you can see :)

        Daryl sleepily emerged from his basement in his shared home with yourself, Carol, and your best friend Evie, hoping Carol had coffee ready and that the three of you had saved him some. You kept him up all night asking him stupid questions about hypothetical situations like, 'If we were both penguins do you think we'd be mates? Are there any penguins left? Would walkers freeze in such cold climates?'

        He paused just around the corner before he entered the kitchen. As usual, you, Carol, and Evie were standing around the kitchen enjoying some breakfast and coffee, chatting about whatever came up.

        "So what's Daryl taking you to do today?" Evie asked. Daryl pressed his eyebrows together. He didn't have any plans, aside from coffee and casual chores to keep his hands busy.

        "Um.. I don't know. I don't even think he knows about it." You shrugged. You didn't care, it's not like you ever told him. Before you found a community that actually kept track of months and days, birthdays weren't really top priority.

        "What? You didn't tell him?" Evie shoved your shoulder lightly. "C'mon, stop being so humble!" She teased.

        "Want me to tell him?" Carol offered. 

        "Nah." You smiled. "Then he's gonna think I expect something from him. I'm fine, guys. Really."

        Daryl waited a moment before rounding the corner into the kitchen and rubbing his eyes. "Coffee." He murmured. 

        "Mug on the counter." Carol said.

        "Mmph." He groaned sleepily. You stepped over and took the mug before he could grab it and filled it for him, handing it over once you were finished. 

        "Black. Just how ya like." You grinned. He ruffled your hair before he disappeared back to his basement, proud of his acting skills. He pretended to be half awake to make sure what he did next would be an absolute surprise.

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        "I'll be back in a few hours." He announced, wide awake and dressed for a run. He had his bow slung over his shoulder and a backpack stuffed with whatever he might need for where he was going.

        "Didn't know you had a run today." Carol commented.

        "Mm. Need some things." He shrugged.

        "Okay, be safe. (Y/N)'s with Judith if you wanna let her know."

        "Nah. I'll be back 'fore she notices 'm gone." 

        With that, he set off. He had his mind set on a pawnshop he found a while ago on another run. It was big, and he was sure to find you a gift there. He searched his memories with you for inspiration. Ever since the farm, the two of you had spent a majority of your free time together. He was sure to stumble across an old conversation or something to hint him in the right direction. What had you liked? You had a thing for picking up cool rocks when you were out. You also liked weird shit, at least to him, like horror comics and creepy oddities. He wondered what he'd find like that at a pawn shop. You did mention needing new shoes and clothes recently, so that was a start. 

        When he arrived he emptied his bag in the passenger seat to make room for all the stuff he hoped to find for you. He crept inside the the old shop, silently scanning for walkers. He cleared it out a few months back but who knew what could have found its way inside. To his pleasure the place was empty, so he went on checking up and down the aisles for gifts and treats.

        The first item he found was an antique jewelry box with intricate carvings all over the outside. He figured it would be a good place for all your favorite rocks, so he went ahead and grabbed it. Next was a candle that smelled like  autumn. Apples, cinnamon, rain and leaves. He guessed you'd like anything that smelled nice,  so he grabbed it. He also found a few books and movies for the DVD player. He wandered over the the jewelry and scanned the display case, figuring he might find a nice necklace or bracelet for you. He paused on a little section that seemed to have gemstones and fancy rocks. Or.. crystals? To him, they were just shiny rocks.

        A particular gem caught his eye. It was clear but it looked like it had a tiny coral reef inside. He reached inside the glass and grabbed it, knowing you'd think it was lovely.

        He kept scanning the cases of things that were too expensive to leave out on the shelves. The bracelets all looked to posh for your taste. The necklaces were too gaudy. Maybe you'd like a ring?

        Most of their selection were engagement rings or family heirlooms, typical for a pawn shop where folks come when they're low on cash.

        He was about to give up on the jewelry when something that looked like it came out of a fantasy novel caught his eye. It was a dainty two piece set with a large kite-shaped gem in the center. It reminded him of the crystal he grabbed for you previously, but instead of a colorful reef inside it had wipsy green moss inside. It was like it was meant to be found in the forest. He picked it up and looked it over, imagining it on your finger. He started to picture how it would feel to slide it on your finger himself, then it hit him. Would you ever consider being his wife?

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        You were fixing yourself a little snack in the kitchen when he got back. "Hey, love." You habitually called out when you heard the door open and close. His heavy boots echoed though the quiet house as he approached you with his bag slung over one shoulder.  "Where ya been?" You wondered.

        "Just out." He said. "Got ya some things."

        "Oh?" You turned away from the counter to face him. He held his bag open and you peeked inside. "What's all this?"

        "Mm-mm." He shrugged. "Happy birthday."

        Your head snapped up. "How'd you know?"

        "Just did."

        "Oh... Wow." You blushed lightly. 

        "Go on, check it out." He urged. You grinned and set the bag on the counter, pulling out each item individually. You seemed excited about the books and movies. The jewelry box definitely caught your eye. "Figured ya'd like it for your rocks and stuff." He commented. 

        "It's so pretty." You admired the darkwood, tracing your fingers over the carvings. "That's so thoughtful."

        You found the candle next and took a whiff. "Mmm. Like fall!" You beamed. He smiled faintly at your excitement. You gasped when you pulled out the last item. "Oh..my..God.." You breathed. "It looks like a reef!" You gawked at the beautiful specimen of garden quartz. "I've always wanted one of these but they're so expensive -- or, were so expensive."

        You pulled him into a tight hug. "Best birthday gifts ever." You said giddily.

        "That ain't all." He mumbled, unsure if he was ready for the next part.

        "Oh. Really?" You were a little caught off guard. What else could there be, a new car?

        "Uh-huh." He nodded as you pulled away from the hug. He backed up a little and reached in the pocket inside his vest, pulling out a closed fist. "Gimme your hand."

        You pushed your brows together in confusion as you held out your hand, palm up. He gently turned your and over and slid the two rings on your finger -- the finger -- and tried to contain his nerves as he peeked up at your face through his hair.

        You had a mixture of shock, disbelief, and awe written all over it as you watched the two bands slide up to the base of your finger.

        "Oh.." You breathed, lost for words.

        "Was just thinkin'... Can't imagine it matters much anymore, but.." He took a breath. "Thought maybe we could--"

        You tackled him back in a tight embrace, cutting him off. He stumbled back and steadied himself against the kitchen island, chuckling with relief. You sniffled.

        "Yes." You tried not to cry.

        "Yeah?" He smiled, holding his arms around your waist.

        "Yeah." You nodded and giggled through your tears of joy. 

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Found Family

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN S/O

AN: So, I changed a bit about the reader and Ghost's backstory in Domestic Bliss, I went ahead and linked it just in case you might wanna go back and reread that to see the new lore. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the newest installation to the Married series!

Word Count: 2,647

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“Evening.” Price said as he stepped into the lounge, giving the group of you a quick nod of acknowledgement on his way to the pot of fresh coffee that was sitting on the counter. He got scattered responses from the other four occupants of the room as he dug a chipped mug out of the cabinet and set it onto the counter before filling it all the way to the top with the bitter beverage.

He either wasn’t affected by the heat or was simply too impatient to wait for his drink to cool because he didn’t even hesitate before lifting the mug to his lips and taking a large gulp of what you were sure was scalding coffee while showing no signs of discomfort.

"I made some chicken carbonara for the boys if you wanted some, Captain." You mused with a grin, using the plate in your hand that you had just cleaned to gesture at the large pot of pasta that was currently sitting on the stove top.

You had started cooking on a whim earlier and Soap had wandered into the kitchen with Gaz, the two curious Sergeants immediately swarming you where you’d been standing at the stove and needling at you until you caved and admitted that you were making lunch and yes there was enough for them to have some as well.

Soap’s eyes lit up with delight as he leaned closer to the pot in order to get a better look and your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you watched him. You opened your mouth with the intent of thoroughly scolding the nosey Scot for practically shoving his face into the pasta you were preparing but, before you could even get a single word out, Gaz distracted you by pulling you into a one-armed hug.

“Soap–” You barked at the man, scowling at the side of Soap’s head when he ignored your warning in favor of carelessly dipping the tip of his finger into the sauce before popping the digit into his mouth, the Scot humming happily before pulling his finger out and going for seconds.

“Would you quit that? I swear you're worse than a toddler.” You snapped as you stubbornly pushed out of Gaz’s hold and aggressively grabbed Soap’s wrist in order to stop him from further contaminating the food, squeezing until you could feel the delicate bones grinding underneath your fingers and you saw Soap wince.

Guilt hit you like a boot to the gut once you noticed his discomfort and you immediately relaxed your tight grip so that your fingers were just loosely encircling his wrist before gently leading him away from the stove, insistently shooing the two troublemakers over to the table to wait until the food was done.

Ghost also found his way to the lounge at some point, the man as silent as his namesake as he approached you from behind and draped himself over your back, expertly ignoring the wolf whistles and jeering from the other two occupants in the room as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, pressing a soft kiss against your skin through the worn fabric of his balaclava.

“Hmm…” Price gave a thoughtful hum, the sound pulling you from your reminiscing and bringing you back to the present. “I suppose I can spare some time for grub… I’d be a fool to turn down your hospitality.” Price gave a dry chuckle as he walked into the kitchen.

"Well there's plenty left. I made sure to make a lot because all of you are big boys." You laughed, watching Price as he sauntered over to a cupboard to retrieve a plate before moving over to the pot of bubbling pasta in order to serve himself a heaping pile.

Price nodded to himself at the compliment, the plate in his hand looking comically small in comparison to the sheer amount of carbonara that he’d managed to spoon onto it, before he walked to the table and sat down opposite Gaz, who was in the process of messily shoveling a forkful of noodles into his mouth. 

"I think you’ll like it, Captain. Simon’s on his third serving already, which is practically a ringing endorsement coming from him.” You snorted, shooting a smug look at Ghost as you gracelessly flopped down into the seat next to him with your own helping of food, your lovely husband not even bothering to lift his head from his plate as he used his free hand to eloquently brandish his middle finger.

“You don’t say? I have always suspected that Simon didn’t have a sense of taste.” Price stated, slightly amused, and you could tell that he was genuinely relaxed and in a good mood, which was rare for him.

"How dare you insinuate that he only likes my cooking because he can't taste it. You better sleep with one eye open tonight, Captain." You growled playfully as you brandished your fork at where Price was sitting across from you threateningly with a faux-insulted expression plastered on your face. “Right, darling?" You demanded in true theatrical fashion as you turned to level Ghost with an expectant stare, your arms crossed.

“Sure, dove.” Ghost answered dryly, his emotionless voice giving nothing away. Though, because you’ve known him for several decades, you knew exactly what to look for in order to tell whether or not he was enjoying himself. You knew how to look past the cold facade that he put up and saw the mirth sparkling in his dark eyes, the way the corners of his mouth curled into a barely-there smile, his body language much more honest about how he was feeling.

"Ha! See? Two against one, Captain… and I don't like your odds of seeing the next sunrise." You cackled openly, a wide grin spreading across your face when Soap and Gaz joined in, the Scot letting loose a bark of laughter that quickly turned into a coughing fit when he choked on the mouthful of food he’d been in the process of chewing like an idiot.

You glanced over at Ghost when the man dutifully pushed his full glass of water to the wheezing Sergeant, your eyes narrowing in disapproval before you smacked his bicep with the back of your hand in a wordless reprimand when you caught his mouth quirking up at corners in sadistic amusement as Soap hacked up a lung, because he was an asshole like that.

“Yeah, I’m shaking in my boots.” Price replied with a little shake of his head, his sarcastic tone slightly dampened by the genuine amusement in his voice.

"As you should be." You nodded firmly, taking a quick bite of your food and chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. "Have you seen Ghost and I in the field? We are an absolute unit. Aren't we, honey?" You declared before turning your attention back to Ghost, leveling him with a shit-eating grin.

“Affirmative.” Ghost agreed easily –like the absolute ass-kisser that he was with you– and you straightened up in your seat and leaned forward in order to press a sloppy kiss to the sharp line of his jaw, the man obediently tilting his head to give you more space to work with.

“It's time to move aside, Soap, I’m taking your spot as Ghost’s favorite. I've already got him agreeing to everything I say.” You crowed good-naturedly as you pulled away from Simon and fell back into your seat, pointing at Soap with a wolfish grin.

“Yeah right. Even if ye were the favorite, it's only ‘cuz he’s biased. Ah mean, it is his ring ye got on yer finger, ye numpty.” Soap scoffed with a roll of his eyes, the Scot taking a particularly vicious stab at the food on his plate, causing the tines of his fork to scrape over the ceramic unpleasantly.

“Aw, you sound pretty bitter about that, Soap. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you have a little crush on me.” You said with a shit-eating grin, the man in question taking his sweet ass time noisily slurping up a mouthful of noodles with a grunt of effort before lazily wiping his sauce coated chin with the back of his hand like a disgusting brute.

“Nah. Yer not mah type, love.” Soap scoffed with a dismissive wave of his hand and you raised a brow at him, placing an elbow onto the tabletop and slowly leaning forward over the table separating the two of you until Soap’s eyes flicked up from his rapidly emptying plate in favor of warily eyeing you as if you were a lit fuse.

“Is that so? Well, if it's Ghost you're interested in then I suppose I could lend him to you for a night, on one condition… I get to watch.” You whispered teasingly as you fluttered your eyelashes, watching with sadistic glee as Soap flushed a bright red and began to defensively stutter out panicked protests.

“Tryin’ to pimp me out, are we?” Ghost huffed as he kept his eyes down, his gaze stubbornly locked onto his newly refilled plate to avoid looking at anyone as he tucked into his fourth serving. How he managed to get up, get himself more pasta, and sit back down all without you noticing, you had no idea.

“It’s your fault for being so alluring, babydoll.” You purred salaciously as you sat back into your seat properly, turning to press a firm kiss to Ghost’s broad shoulder before blinking up at him as if you were an innocent angel that could do no wrong, knowing damn well that it never failed to soften the man up.

“Keep it PG, would you?” Price demanded, sounding mildly annoyed by the turn that the conversation had taken.

“Yes sir.” You said amicably as you turned away from Ghost, who had stopped eating in order to stare at you in that intense way that told you that he was imagining things that certainly weren’t appropriate to entertain during lunch with your colleagues, giving Price a half-assed salute that no doubt had him silently begging the Lord for the patience to deal with your antics.

“So, if you're disqualified from the competition on account of being married to Ghost, then we're back to square one aren't we?” Gaz asked lifting his hat up by the bill in order to scratch at his head before dutifully resettling it into place.

“Well, Ghost an’ ah have the best correspondence on comms.” Soap offered after a moment of silence, the Scot radiating a smug air that was –in your opinion– totally unfounded as he pushed his plate aside, placing his full focus onto the debate at hand.

“You call what you two cunts do over comms professional? I’d classify it as softcore porn or blatant foreplay.” Gaz blurted out with an incredulous laugh, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek until you tasted iron in order to avoid grinning like a loon when Soap’s previously self-satisfied expression was ruthlessly wiped from his face and replaced by a petulant pout.

“It still counts as proof of our unbreakable bond–” Soap began to argue adamantly, that telltale determined glint lighting up his eyes –the one that usually only reared its ugly head when the Scot was about to disobey orders and pull something crazy– and you decided to butt in and do some damage control before Soap could get too worked up.

“Now, now, boys. Let's not get too hasty, Simon can easily settle this debate for us." You interrupted Soap mid-rant and the three of you all simultaneously turned to stare at Ghost expectantly, who was scraping up the last of the sauce and noodles from his plate with his fork. "So, Ghost, who do you like being in the field with the most?" You asked, your narrowed stare looking into his uncannily blank eyes in a searching manner.

Ghost didn’t hesitate for a moment. 

“You.” He replied in a flat, matter-of-fact tone and you saw Price raise an eyebrow in your peripheral vision, Soap and Gaz looking similarly stunned by the declaration.

"Hear that, losers? I'm the unequivocal favorite." You gloated as you laced your hands together behind your head and leaned back in your chair, all but preening as you smiled triumphantly at winning a competition you weren’t even technically a candidate for, at least according to Soap and Gaz.

“We just established tha’ ye weren't even allowed tae be a fuckin’ contender. It's no’ mah fault Ghost 's a shit listener.” Soap complained as he picked up his plate, sullenly pushing away from the table and bringing his dishware to the stove in order to refill it, the aggressive way he was moving telling you all you needed to know about how he was taking the loss.

“You're just mad cause he didn't pick you.” You needled at him just to be an ass, sticking your tongue out at the Scot when he flicked you off without even bothering to turn away from the pot he was digging into with the pasta spoon.

“Don’t let it go to your head.” Price told you in a mock serious tone, his mustache twitching in a way that signaled that he was trying to suppress a smile before he continued. “Don’t want you getting an ego so large that it takes two helicopters to carry it.”

"Are you kidding me!? Captain, look at him!" You spluttered incredulously, flailing an arm at Ghost, who looked utterly unbothered by the chaos that his answer had stirred. "You expect my ego not to go through the roof when a big, scary, skull-obsessed tank says that I'm his favorite teammate? I’m practically untouchable."

“So much for maintaining a sense of humility.” Gaz muttered under his breath with an exasperated shake of his head.

“Don’t get too excited. You’re still insufferable, you’re just less annoying than the others.” Ghost stated before you could reply to Gaz’s comment, causing you to shut your mouth with a click as you contemplated whether or not you were going to take offense to Ghost’s apathetic correction.

"I'll take it." You said with a decisive nod, giving Soap's arm an affectionate pat when he passed by, the Scot knocking his foot into yours under the table when he sat down to let you know that there was no bad blood between the two of you and you looked down at your wrist in order to check the time on your watch on a whim, your eyes widening when you saw how late it was.

"Ah, shit. I gotta go train the new recruits on gun safety at the range." You blurted as you rounded the table, heading for the exit to the dining room and kitchen before you paused and looked back at the four men who were seated at the table in a beseeching manner.

"Could one of you guys put whatever's leftover into the fridge when you boys are done eating?" You asked, your expression hopeful as you stared at them, waiting for one of them to volunteer themselves for the task.

“Yeah. I can do it.” Price replied with a quick nod before grabbing his empty plate and pushing to his feet. He moved to the kitchen and grabbed one of the serving bowls, a small smile on his face. It was a small task, but Price seemed perfectly content with doing it.

"I really appreciate it, Price. I'll cook you a nice breakfast tomorrow as a thank you!" You promised as you walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, giving the four men one last parting wave before starting down the corridor.

"Alright. Who's washing the dishes?" He quipped dryly as he looked at the other three that were still in the room with him and, unsurprisingly, no one seemed particularly enthusiastic about the prospect.

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" Like a cinnamon roll " - Batfam x Little Sister!Reader

Request: Can I request a batfamily hc with an adopted little batsis who is younger than Damian pls? She's a cute little cinnamon roll and gets spoiled by her rich ansd supportive family.

A/N: (Ignore the tittle and image, I have no ideas) Thank you for the request!! And... I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO UPLOAD THIS 😓😭😓💔💔💔 I'M SO SORRY

It's short, yes ok, I admit it. But at least I uploaded thiss! And I'm also sorry if this isn't written the way you want, I'm sorry.

As usual. This Au is a combination of headcanons, comics, video games, series and wattpad, so not everything will be canon.

TW: nothing? no canon

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

he loves you.

but he hardly has time to spend.

I think he is one of those brothers who lift you up in their arms as a tender greeting. (💗)

"What? I thought kids liked cereal for dinner…"

Don't take this the wrong way, he would like to have time to spend with you, but he has a VERY tight schedule…

Dick would be very protective and he would do everything possible so that you don't have any trauma (or something like that).

He is one of the charismatic brothers, always making you smile with his bad jokes.

And obviously always being by your side as a brother.

If you ever have a bad relationship with Bruce, Dick would cure those daddy issues for you. 🫶

Always giving you life lessons...

Dick would take you out for a walk in the afternoons (if he had time) to have a shake or ice cream.

Jason Todd / Red hood

okey, just let me.

"You want a beer, kid?"

I guess you hardly ever have interaction with each other.

yk, he has daddy issues x100

Jason is one of the brothers who sits you in front of the TV, puts on some cartoon and leaves you there while he does something.

He simply found out about your existence from the news that Bruce Wayne adopted another little girl or Dick told him.

Once he met you and saw how sweet, kind and innocent, he said to himself: "Time to be a good big brother."

Jason would be very overprotective of you, he wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

Sometimes he starts to think and goes blank when he thinks that you are going to be a teenager and have a partner who will hurt you.

He already planned different ways to kill them. Even if they are aliens.

Despite his tough and stern attitude, he also shows his emotional and tender side with you.

Tim Drake / Red Robin

It's a good brotherly relationship between you, honestly.

Tim, seeing you, so innocent and sweet, decided to be your biggest guardian. (Although there is Alfred as your "protector", but he wants to do it anyway)

Tim would help you with science, geography, math and whatever homework you need.

He may be a coffee addict, but he wouldn't give you coffee even if he was threatened with death. You are very small.

"ALFRED! Y/N ACCIDENTALLY DRINK FROM MY COFFEE MUG AND NOW LOOKS LIKE A DAMN ZOMBIE!!" (like you, fucking brum brum)

Forget what I say...

Support for you... whenever he feels like it.

Nah just kidding, he's very good to you, he loves you.

He would scold you, yes, but then he sees that you are angry with him, he feels bad now.

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

Cass would just be so sweet to you 😭

#bestbigsisterinthefuckingworld

She always makes sure you get anywhere safely and eat all your meals.

I feel like it would be two kinds of big sisters every time you get angry with her because you scolded her… It depends on her mood.

Like like. You go to your room, yell at her and close the door forcefully, she would be sad for your scream and feel bad about herself. BUT, in another case she may simply not care and yell back at you. "FINE!"

But you always return to being the united sisters you always were.

Very sweet, she will always be your support and is always giving you love.

She's someone who takes everything seriously, because you know. So...

If they insult you, let me tell you, she will give any child a death glare. Oh, and she would accuse those children to their parents.

Damian Wayne / Robin

NO INSPO WITH HIM, SORRY DAMIAN FANS, I LOVE YOU

At first he would be like: "And who is this..."

First, you must spend a lot of time with him so that he can trust you and that you are not some spy. /jk

Dami is a very mature boy for his age, so I don't think they do the typical jokes between brothers.

Although, he likes to make you laugh with bad jokes that he copied from Dick.

Damian is not so good at "cohabit" with small children or those his age, but he would try with you.

He would also be a very protective brother, like a faithful guardian.

At first there would be a bit of misunderstanding between him and bruce, but it was later resolved once he liked you.

It would help you with nightmares (if you have them), allow you to go into his room and sleep with him.

A good brother once you know him well. He loves you.

Duke Thomas / The Signal

I think he would also be a very sweet and loving brother.

I think he's one of those older brothers who lifts your feet up to his and starts doing a silly, adorable little dance. Love him.

Sometimes he doesn't take you seriously because of how adorable you are.

I just imagined Duke having cuteness overload watching you try to help him in the kitchen or with his homework.

He would let you try your "makeups" on him, he doesn't care about the teasing, anything just to be your favorite big brother.

The tremendous scolding that kids who make fun of you get from Duke.

I feel like he would be very patient with you, always.

He finds it funny that anyone can bribe you with a simple chocolate or candy.

He would teach you how to play different games. Like football, he would celebrate every time you score a simple silly goal.

[If you like you can add more headcanons <3 || Divider not mine! You can find the user who did it in a reblog of my account!]

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[howlingday]

Ruby, up and coming hero blessed with the Silver Eyes, has heard terrible news! A horrible fiend has invaded the lands! A demon, hailing from a long and cursed line, master of sorcery and steel, a silver tongued trickster, a slave master, a depraved incubus, foul crafts hiding under welcoming illusions, a keen mind of gears and schemes and plots within plots, stronger than iron and quicker than quicksilver, all this and more, has taken control of an abandoned fortress! Determined to boldly rid the lands of this foul taint, (and to prove to Yang she’s a big girl!) she sets off to confront the monster alone! (Bad girl! That’s the first rule of adventuring: don’t go it solo!)

Except, no???????? Jaune has never seen or heard of any ‘demon’ around here. He just moved in, trying to strike out on his own, but nothing seems to be cursed from what he can see. He seems nice enough too. He’s fixing up the old ruin, disabling traps, healing folks when they wander into his place, and all that. Strong, smart, endlessly kind. Talks about his family a lot, they look so happy in the photo. That crest looks familiar, but it’s probably nothing. Surely he’s not the monster, but she can sure use his help to slay the monster when she finds him!

You see, the Arcs are only labeled villains because they refused to kowtow to the government way back when. Their views on life, other races, virtues, and such also puts them at odds with the narrative. The Arcs also have higher standards before they allow their kids to go on adventures, so even the weakest is very strong even to other adventurers. Slightly inspired by the Mind Reaver comic strips by Edd Lai.

So, I decided to have a look into Mind Reaver by Edd Lai, and I have to say I love the idea. A Mind Flayer that's actually a good guy and helps people who wander into his house. It's cute, especially when his niece and... servant, I think? Anyway, it's all so cute, and I highly recommend y'all check it out. Anyway, on to the story.

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WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE

JAUNE "SALEM'S PALADIN" ARC

REWARD ON APREHENSION

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Ruby looked down at the wanted poster in her hand, carefully examining the features in the mugshot. She'd heard many stories about the Arc family, though much of it was told in the darkest of night as a warning to not stray too far from home, or to not stay up too late, or to file your taxes on time. His jawline was coated in thick hair, and his blue eyes gazed death into the soul of those who view them. There were many other tales, too, like how he'd sway any woman into being his slave, take cannon fire with his bare body, and would even subject whole armies with his sorceries.

Ruby looked up from the poster to see the baby-faced man sitting across from her at the table. She'd found him, demanding to engage in honorable combat between warriors! His response was, "Can we get coffee first?" Ruby agreed and watched as he sipped from his mug after waiting for to cool.

"Ooh!" He winced. "Still kinda hot."

"Uh..."

"Oh, sorry!" He then handed her a napkin. "I think I forgot to split our share."

"No, you already did." Ruby shook her head. "Besides, there's more important stuff going on here!"

"More important how?"

"I mean like this!" She slapped the wanted poster onto the table, earning a groan from him.

"Not another one." He shook his head. "Can we finish our coffee first?"

"I... I guess?" Ruby shrugged. "But why aren't you all... Y'know, big and scary and trying to mind-break me?"

"...Because I can't?" He asked more than he said. He then took the poster in his massive, clawed hands. Each finger was about the size of a breakfast sausage. "I really wish they would get a new picture. They make me look like a monster in this."

"Aren't you?" Ruby asked.

"Half." He answered. "Well, kinda sorta. You see, my great-great-great-"

Ruby whirled her fingers in a wheel as he rounded off each great in his ancestor's name. She'd heard a lot of tales about monsters and humans and faunus getting together, except for the Grimm, who were mindless beasts of destruction. What usually came from these unions was either monster or human or faunus, but on rare occasions, half-monsters would be born. These creatures were then cast out of the village upon their discovery, usually ending with their own demise. It was sad and cruel, but terribly not uncommon.

"-great-grandma Salem, the mother of all Grimm."

"Wait, I thought Grimm couldn't reproduce."

"They can't, but she can. Or could, since she hasn't had any kids since The Great Tear." Open in dimensions from a huge magical clash, brought monsters into Remnant, new age of war, magic, and adventure for everyone. Ruby knew it well enough from the stories. "Ooh! Still hot." He chuckled, after wincing from another sip of hot coffee.

"Okay, so then why is everyone after you? Half-monsters don't usually have posters, unless they commit a crime."

"Well, I didn't."

"You didn't?"

"He did." Ruby whirled in her seat to find a young woman standing in the doorway to the coffee shop. She stepped in with guards trailing behind her, all heavily armored, while she herself wore an elegant officer's jacket. "Jaune Arc, I am placing you under arrest in the name of the Schnee Dust Queendom."

"What did I do?" Jaune asked.

"Yeah, what did he do?" Ruby asked.

Snapping her fingers, a heavy, white book was brought to her hands. Opening it, the pages fluttered until they landed on a pair of pages with Jaune's name and mugshot on them. Clearing her throat, she began.

"Corrupting the minds of the youth."

"Hey, Mr. Whitley asked me to tutor him!"

"Silence!" She barked, her face growing a bit red. "Seducing a high ranking officer of the Schnee Dust Queendom."

"Your mother was a nice woman! She kissed me first!"

"I said shut up!" Her face grew even more red. "And public indecency while resisting Queendom duties."

"You fired a cannon at me!"

"And stripped yourself bare in an attempt to intimidate us."

"MY CLOTHES WERE BURNED OFF!"

"AND I SAID SHUT UP!" Face completely red, she tossed the book behind her in a fury. "You will surrender yourself at once, Salem's Paladin!"

"Oh, come- I don't even know Salem!" He defended. "I've never even met my great-great-great-great-"

"Great." Ruby groaned. "You got him started again."

"And who are you?"

"Ruby Rose, bounty hunter." She smiled. "Who are you?"

"Queen-Heiress-Apparent Weiss Schnee," she huffed, "and I'm taking this criminal in."

"Nuh-uh."

"What do you mean, 'nuh-uh'?"

"I mean nuh-uh."

"-great-great-great-grandma Salem!"

"Did you add two greats on there?" Ruby asked.

"Enough!" Weiss snarled. "You are both being brought into custody!"

"Aw, really? But couldn't we have... coffee?" Ruby winked at Jaune.

"No, we can't." Weiss answered.

"Jaune!" Ruby whined. "You were supposed to throw coffee on her!"

"Excuse me?!" Weiss screeched.

"Yeah, excuse you?!" Jaune reeled back. "Why would I do that?!"

"Because it'd be totally cool, like in an action comic!" Ruby reasoned.

"But it would hurt her!"

"THAT'S THE POINT!"

"ENOUGH!"

The cafe rumbled as white circles covered the walls and floors. An angry Schnee huffed in and out of her nose as she pulled out her rapier. Behind her, soldiers readied their guns on the two. Ruby glanced to Jaune, who gulped at the sight. Looks like she was going to do this alone.

"Are you sure you don't want coffee? It's really good~!" Ruby sang.

"Oh, please," Weiss rolled her eyes, "do you really think you can throw coffee on me now that I'm aware that's your- ARGH! BIG NICHOLAS FUCK!" She held her face as very, very, very, very, very warm coffee splashed onto her face.

Ruby took the cue and grabbed Jaune. Together, the two weaved through gunfire as yellow and red petals fluttered to the floor. The two had successfully made their escape, and it seemed the soldiers inside were easily distracted, too, as they began barking orders at one another. One of them actually barked like a dog, too, which was weird.

"AFTER THEM!" The barking died as the Schnee roared over them all.

Weiss used a blanket of napkins to wrap around ice dust and held it to her face. One guard remained behind, holding her book. Through her anger, she gave him an order that would turn the world upside down for Ruby and Jaune.

"I want wanted posters in every kingdom," she seethed, "and I want that Demon Couple locked up YESTERDAY!"

#rwby #my answer #my answers #jaune arc #ruby rose #jaune is salem's descendent #demon couple au #rwby au #weiss schnee

[screentones-webcomicresources]

Preparing for Conventions

What events are best to go to?

Whether it’s a huge celebrity-studded multi-day weekend or a small gathering at a local library, in-person events are an exciting way to reach all kinds of comic fans that may not be in any of your circles online. There’s opportunities to be had at almost every type of event, but a few things that might narrow your focus:

Events that don’t cost more than you think you can make. Convention costs can add up extremely quickly. You can expect to pay at least $100/day for an artist table at mid-sized or large conventions. If you’re just starting out, prioritize conventions that are close enough to your home (or friends/family who will host you) that you won’t have to pay for a hotel or spend a lot in transportation costs.  Splitting the table with another artist is another option!

Events that other artists in your area/genre recommend. A great way to learn about events in your area is to attend one and ask others what conventions they like in the area. Some regular artists even maintain online groups to discuss application deadlines and share experiences.  Depending on the genre of your art or comic, you might also find adjacent things like horror shows, anime shows, or zine fests worth exploring too!

Events that you can actually get into. Conventions can be very competitive to get into, and have very small application windows months in advance. Once you’ve identified which conventions are in your area, follow their Twitter, mailing lists or websites to catch their sign up deadlines. Juried shows may also ask for a link to your portfolio, author bio or store to get an idea of who you are and what you’d be selling, so be sure to put something together and be ready!

What kinds of products should I prepare?

Our Masterlist of Printers is a great place to start for recommendations about places to make your products and inspiration! But to cut down on costs and keep yourself flexible while you figure things out, it’s a good idea to focus on:

Products that suit a specific style and taste.  Do you make big intricate illustrations that would look good as 11x17 printed art? Are you good with quippy one-liners that would make fun stickers? Is there a popular fandom that you like that has a similar genre to your other work?  Popular products are prints, stickers, charms, pins, and comics. But don’t be afraid to handcraft figures or something else.

Products that work together. Be deliberate about the vibe you’re setting, whether that’s a genre (horror, humor, superheroes, etc.), an age range (all ages, adult), a specific type of product (mostly t-shirts, mostly prints, accessories), a theme (eg, all things coffee!).  There’s a lot of approaches to making a cohesive product line and organizing your table to keep like things together, but having cute plushies AND saucy pinups AND anime figurines AND coffee mugs can be confusing to customers who are trying to figure out what your table is all about.

Products with low price points that won’t be too expensive to make. Products priced $15 or lower are generally an easy buy for new customers, and offering a range of small inexpensive things is great for folks who are on a budget but still want to support you. When you’re just starting, look for things that don’t require a high amount of money to produce for you or can print in low quantities with a printer.  Printed-at-home or handcrafted things are also possibilities for a more zine-style table presence and can save you a little money.

Products with a low minimum order quantity. Try not to order more than 10 or so copies of any one thing (especially anything that a stranger wouldn’t recognize like OC) until you’re confident it will sell. You can always order more after the show if you run out.  If you DO have leftover stock (and 99% of the time you will), you definitely can sell it at a future convention, a crowdfunding campaign, include it as Patreon rewards, or list it in an online store. But being stuck with a closet full of 500 postcard prints that you can’t sell is not a fun time, even if you DID get a bulk discount.

Products that have a general appeal. Even if you have a massive social media following, 99% of your customers will have never heard of your comic or your original characters. Comic enthusiasts will often be open to giving a new story from a local artist a chance if you chat them up a little and tell them about it. But also having general interest products (animals, fanart, nerd humor, mythology) on the table that don’t require as much explanation to enjoy is a very good idea.

What do I need other than merch?

A good convention setup looks clean, organized, and easy to engage with.  Once you’re accepted, look carefully at the details of the convention and what’s included with your space.  Many conventions will give you a table and chair, but you’ll probably also need:

Backdrop - Backdrops display your best art and help people see it from across a crowded room, and partition your space if you’re very close to other tables.  A photo backdrop stand with a bunch of 11x17/A3 prints taped together that you’re selling, a wire cube grid construction you can set on your table and stick smaller merch pieces to, or a professionally-printed banner with your name, URL/social handle, and your best art and are all solid options for this.

Where to get them: Google “photo backdrop” or look for photography supply stores. Google “wire cube grids” or look around hardware stores or Walmart/Target.  For banners, you can find printers that can make retractable banners or vinyl banners to hang from a photo backdrop.

8-foot Tablecloth - Many conventions assign you a very weathered 6-foot table, so always plan on having something to cover it (optionally for multi-day shows, a second to cover your setup for security purposes when you leave your table.)

Where to get them: Fabric stores, bedsheets, party stores.

Displays - Flat items on a table are invisible to anyone who isn’t directly in front of you, so look for a way to make your stuff stand up and be seen! Easel stands to highlight featured books or art, cork boards and pins you can prop up, boxes or porfolio books to flip through, wire/wooden racks to hold lots of books are all great ideas to consider, depending on your products.

Where to get them: For heavy-duty stuff, you’ll probably want to Google around order displays online. Art supply stores will often have easels and portfolios. If you don’t want to spend a lot of money yet, dollar stores can be a gold mine of quick solutions too!

Price Signage - Having clear pricing on your table helps people decide what to buy without having to ask you about every product. Print your own signs at home, bring colorful post-its, or some stiff paper, markers, and tape. You can also use a white board or chalk board to make a “menu” style price list.

Where to get them: Office supply stores, Target/Walmart.

The ability to take money from people - A secure place that’s accessible to you to keep money for making change. Cashbox theft can unfortunately be an issue sometimes, so wearable pouches or discreet envelopes that don’t immediately look like money are better in this context. If you have a cellphone or tablet, you can also get an app where you can list your products and connect an attachment to swipe or tap credit cards for a small fee.  (Note wi-fi and power are not dependable in many venues, so be sure to have a charger and a good data plan for your phone)

Where to get them:  For cash, go to your bank in person and ask for $50-$100 in 1s and 5s. For credit card payments, Square, Paypal, and SumUp all have apps that you can put on a phone or tablet and have attachments to swipe or tap credit cards.

Business cards - Customers will often want to follow you on social media, read your comic, or shop online after the show, so be sure to have lots of business cards! Use your most memorable art so they’ll be able to remember where they got it from! If you’re looking to offer commissions or talk to agents/comic professionals, you might also include your email address, but otherwise leave it off.

Where to get them: Many printers offer business cards for cheap. In a pinch, you can also print your own at home or have one sign with your info and ask people to take a picture.

What to Expect

Lots of talking! You don’t have to have a carnival sideshow “step right up” persona, but be ready to give a friendly hello to folks who look interested in your work, and confidently answer questions about all of your products when asked. If you have a comic, practice a quick elevator pitch to explain it.

Not many breaks! While you can technically step away from your table whenever you want (if you’re alone, you can usually ask a neighboring table to watch your stuff for you), every hour you spend away from your table getting food or going to see cool panels are sales opportunities missed.  Keep snacks and water at your table to minimize your time away, look for slow traffic times to step away and explore a bit, or bring a friend who can watch your table and sell things for you if you need longer breaks to recharge. 

People who have never read a comic on the internet! For those of us who live and breathe our webcomics, this can come as a shock, but many people are still only readers of printed comics and will want to buy your physical book rather than read it free on the internet or buy a digital copy. Even if it’s just a small chapter book, having a print version is a great idea to get readers!

Fun and profit! This can also be surprising if you only have experience with online stores, but people come to convention floors with very open wallets. Things that don’t sell at all online can do gangbusters at conventions when presented right! Experiment with your setup to highlight your favorite things, take careful records of what attracts peoples’ attention and what sells, and keep notes for the next day and next convention, and have fun learning about this new market!

#conventions #comic conventions #marketing

[eskawrites]

23 👀? (if ur feeling up to it ofc 💖)

23. "Just a little longer."

(oh i was hoping i could do a lil cfdau for one of these)

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January 1998

Robin's house is cold.

It's a nice place. It really is. It has the coziness of her place with Steve, with Robin's favorite blankets and too many couch pillows and the lamps always on instead of the overhead lights. There are touches of her here that didn't shine through as much in her old apartment. More photos on the walls, more vinyls piled on the shelves, way more candles. A stack of comics that Steve has certainly teased her about--obscure titles that Nancy suspects are Will's influence, given how close he and Robin have gotten lately.

It's nice. It's so Robin, so of course it is. But it's also cold.

It doesn't help that the winter has been bitter so far. They've gotten more ice than snow. The wind has been brutal, the sky pale and sunless. Every day since Christmas has been in the single digits.

They go out anyway, holding hands while they wait for coffee or meet for dinner. Paparazzi photos keep showing up of the two of them, and though no one ever dares to say something for certain--girlfriend seems to be a dirty word to the press--everybody loves to speculate.

It's not just the press, though. Nancy had a meeting scheduled over dinner just last night. It had been a big deal, with big names she'd been looking forward to potentially working with. An assistant had called her last minute to cancel. There's no way to know for sure why, but one look at Robin when Nancy had told her confirmed that they were thinking the same thing.

Robin had offered to take her out, to take care for her, to do anything she could to cheer Nancy up. They'd ended up curling up in Robin's bed, huddled beneath the heavy comforter, Robin's arms strong and warm around her.

They're there still, because even though the morning is half gone, the house is so damn cold, and the world beyond it is even colder. Nancy burrows further into Robin's embrace, pressing her cold nose against Robin's warm collarbone, and pretends like she can weather the winter if she just stays here forever.

"I'll make us breakfast," Robin offers, though she makes no move to dislodge Nancy and get up. Nancy makes a soft sound, something pathetically akin to a whimper, and digs her fingers into Robin's sleep shirt to keep her in place.

Robin's sigh is soft, understanding, but she tries again. "And coffee. Warm coffee, Nance."

Robin knows exactly how she takes her coffee, makes it so perfectly that Nancy will sometimes drag her feet in the mornings just so Robin will make it for her. Robin sees through her, of course, but she always presses the mug into Nancy's hands with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, so Nancy supposes she doesn't mind.

It's almost tempting, but it's not enough to make her want to move. So she doesn't. She lies there, eyes closed, not even trying to summon the energy to shake away the hollowness that has been in her chest since last night.

Robin rubs her hand up and down Nancy's back. "I'm sorry, Nance. I really am."

That makes her stir. She lifts her head to press against Robin's neck instead.

"Not your fault," she says, quiet but firm. She presses her lips against Robin's skin, just as soft, just as certain. Robin sighs again.

"It still sucks, though."

Nancy hums in response. Hence the moping in bed.

"But we both have the day off," Robin continues. "We can do whatever we want."

"Don't want to," she mumbles. She's distantly aware that she's pouting now, but she can't bring herself to care. Not when Robin is all she wants, and Robin is all she has, and Robin is the only person who really, truly understands.

"Nance..."

"Can we just--can we stay here?" Nancy pulls back to look up at her pleadingly--desperate, suddenly, to cling to this moment beneath the covers, this one chance to shut out the chill of the world. "Just a little longer?"

She's never had to ask, though. Not really. Robin's eyes are soft when she nods. She pulls gently on Nancy, and Nancy rises enough to kiss her softly, slowly, with all the warm, steadying assurance she's still getting used to having.

"We can stay as long as you like," Robin whispers when they part. Nancy hums again and settles back against her. Her fingers come up to comb lazily through Robin's hair.

"Will you still make breakfast when we get up?"

Robin smiles. "I'm sure I can be convinced."

#asks #fishwear #ronance #celebrity fake dating au #it feels weird posting this before nancy pov is finished but like. it's not a spoiler y'all know how their story ends

[cats-and-fiction]

Content

Just some fluff with

Na‘vi Quaritch and reader

The day came to an end and tired you had followed Miles into his room as it clearly was closer to you positiom. Your feet hurt as the rest of body while he seemed fit as ever. You slipped into his room right after his slender figure, pulled off your boots and fell into the bed i whoch you comically looked small. Tiny even. The whole part of the quarters was made for the Avatar‘s so everything was extra large. Bed, door, the little cabine for their stuff, the chair and table. They even had made coffee mugs for them.

With a yawn you made yourself at home in his bed and closed ypur eyes. Only a almost not audible snicker from the blue man. You felt the mattress give in under his weight. Well, that much mattress there was. They didn‘t think of making them comfortably thick. It was laughable how thin those things were.

You couldn‘t see what he was doing but considering that Miles still had a tablet in hand when you two had entered you guess he was atill reading some things. The room was quite, quite enough that you could hear your own breath and heartbeat. Wnough for you that you slowly started to sleep when auddenly it felt like you missed a step on a staircase. Your body twitched at the feelingbut you soon noticed the culprit for waking you up was none other than Miles. You opened your eyes a crack to look at him. He had decided that the best place to sleep was right on you and you felt his heavy body.

Miles had leaned to the side and layed his head on your torso, his arms somewhat around you to give you a hug and sipporting him as he would probably just squash you if he put his full weight onto you.

„You know there is enough space for us two“, you laughed and wanted to push him to the side, where indeed was enough space. „Sorry, you took up all that space I‘m afraid“, he murmured. You could hear that smile in his voice. You rolled your eyes at that and tried to push him to the side. Not that you welcomed the hug but it must also been uncomfortable for him how controted his body looked. After some minutes he moved. Only to pull his boots off and then crawl over you.

The two of you were too tired too move and go and put on some more comfortable clothes but also you two ended up laying too comfortable and neither of you wished to end it. Miles had snaked his arms arojnd your body from behind, pulling you into a hug. His tail crept up your leg and you could feel laying over your thigh, it‘s tip swaying from side to side. Concentrating on the movement it didn‘t take long for you to finally fall into the realm of dreams. You would mn‘t wish for anything else. You felt happy with most of your decisions. Especially the one to start to date that big, blue, guy that layed right behind you.

#avatar headcanons #miles quaritch headcanons #reader #gender neutral reader #na‘vi quaritch #na'vi quaritch imagine #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch avatar #requests open #writing blog

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #41

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Names and locations have been changed to protect the identities of the fictional. Please enjoy.

I haven’t been sleeping lately. The voices keep me awake. I don’t remember what they said, usually, but one stuck with me last night:

“Goodbye.”

These voices come when I am half-dreaming, in a sort of contradictory way where I know I’m in bed. I can feel the sheets, the pillow bunched under my neck, the weird position I have my left arm in that I know I’ll regret later. But I can also feel the stocky waitress touch my waist as she brushes past me behind the counter of a diner, a tingly sensation like sharing space with a ghost.

I sit down, still well aware I’m laying. “What’s the cheapest thing you’ve got on the menu?”

She leans on the counter. “A big ol’ plate a’ hash browns, I reckon. Two ninety-five. I can throw a couple eggs on top if you like, for a dollar each.”

I shudder. My stomach is upset. “Maybe just a cup of hot tea.”

“Sure thing, hon’.”

I lay my head down on the cool vinyl countertop, nearly aligning my astral form with my physical one. I close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them again, he’s there. I can’t take my eyes off of him, even to blink, but I couldn’t bear the thought of eye contact either. I don’t want to know his face.

He whips his newspaper in the air as he turns the page. “Hm.”

I’m not sure what section he’s reading. I never touched the newspaper unless it was the comics section. But he reads intently. Something in there has caught his attention. He turns the page toward me.

“You see that?” He says. I squint to look but I just barely can’t read it. Part of me knows whatever news it is is only a figment of my subconscious anyway.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Silly question.” He responds, and brings the paper back to himself. “It isn’t.”

“It has to be some time, doesn’t it?”

“It has been.”

I still won’t look at his face.

“You didn’t read the article, did you?”

“You didn’t give me much time to look at it.”

“You never read anything I ask you to.” He takes a sip of his coffee. Two red stirrers swirl around in the mug. “It wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Maybe it would if you’d give me a chance.” I take my head from the counter, disorienting myself with misaligned senses. “Hand it here.”

He pulls the page out and hands it over to me. I can see the newsprint on his fingers. I take the paper, careful not to touch his hand.

The letters are hazy, but I swear they’re shaped like words. I run my finger along them, trying to make something of it. But I can’t. I put it down.

“I tried.”

“No you didn’t.”

“How would you know?”

He growls. “I was there.”

“Where?”

“Where it happened. And it happened right here. Don’t you remember?”

I look around me at the clock on the wall, the rotating display case with assorted pies, the Americana decor spread on every surface. He leans back, and behind him I can see out the window across the street to the old grocery store.

“That isn’t there anymore.”

“It might as well be, if you’re not going in.” He takes a syrup dispenser filled with cloudy white liquid and begins pouring it on the counter, forming a river that ends in a waterfall into my lap.

A drip hits my khaki shorts and for a moment I can remember all of it. The tears start pouring out uncontrollably and I fall from the stool to the floor, weeping. He gets up from his seat and stands over me, his face obscured in shadow by the bright lights of the ceiling. He had only one more word to say, and it came from outside my bedroom door.

“Goodbye.”

I woke up in a panic, though I wasn’t truly sleeping. I haven’t been sleeping lately. I don’t remember why.

#NSC Original #brain curd #brain curds #writing #creative writing #writeblr #flash fiction #author #writer things #writers #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #women writers #female writers #queer writers

[lamaery]

in Martin’s defence, it is pretty sexy when he does it...

image description below the cut:

[two scribbly drawings, colored in soft shades of brown of Jon and Martin on a couch. Both have a mug of steaming tea next to them – Jon’s on a coffee table next to him, Martin’s stands on the floor. In the upper drawing Jon sits to the left, legs crossed and peaks over the rim of a book titled “Sagas of the Sea” in his hands. He appears as a thin, small man, has a darker skintone, wears rectangular glasses and his black, grey-streaked, curly gathered in a small messy bun at the back of his head. A round and curvy Martin lies on the couch next to him, in slacks and a light woolly pullover, holding a small comic book in his hand. His thick wavy hair falls graciously over his forehead but is cut shorter in the back. Jon asks: “Martin... are yo- .... are you in heat?” Martin looks at him, slightly blushing and says: “What?! Why would you ask that?” Second drawing: Jon puts the book down and faces Martin more directly: “Well, it is the season. Also you keep slapping your belly while looking at me suggestively.��� Martin’s big, dark eyes gaze up the ceiling in a thoughtful but guilty manner while he blushes more deeply.]

#more tma sellkie au #brainrot #pls help #tma #tma selkie au #selkie au #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #seal jokes #fanfiction #described

[raccoonfallsharder]

Day 17: Triptych

smut ♡ (day 17 ~ praise kink) 18+ only • Word Count: 5,514 Summary: rocket’s girlfriend is a virgin in three different universes. based on a reader comment ♡♡♡ in three parts smutty foreplay, mostly. minimal editing & very oversimplified “plot”/set-up for each vignette. heavy on the praise kink. use of slut (affectionate). references to exhibitionism and impact play. orgasm delay & overstimulation. no use of [y/n]; minimal editing. i liked this when i wrote it two days ago but i can no longer tell what words mean so if it's no good i deeply apologize (you deserve nice things) ♡ anyway during kinktober we say "fuck everything - including plot.”  ♡

based on day 17 of @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List banner created by @the-purity-pen ♡♡♡

♡ comics (rosenberg, ewing, etc) ♡

You’re on the ship for cycles before Rocket speaks to you beyond the necessities. It takes him a while to open up to Earthers and he doesn’t know you. Frankly, he doesn’t need more friends - he’s got his hands full with these d’ast flarkin’ idiots already.

But one sleep shift, you just can’t seem to close your eyes, and you find your way into the cockpit. You know he’s been flying the whole time, by himself, and he must be tired. You bring him a mug of coffee, just the way he likes - so hot that the generous amount of milk almost scalds, with just a little bit of sugar - and you sit quietly with him while you sip your own.

♡ comics (skottie young) ♡

Groot has adopted you and honestly, Rocket is more annoyed at the fact that his best friend is always picking up strays than he is annoyed at you. You’re actually not so bad - he’d rather be stuck with you than Star-Lord, for instance. You also seem to get almost as excited as he does about Groot’s wrestling matches - not even because you have any money riding on ‘em, but just because you like Groot so much and you wanna support him or whatever. Your face lights up at those d’ast matches. Rocket doesn’t think he’s ever brought a princess to a match and not had her be annoyed about it, so seeing you all excited and yelling and cheering at them kinda does something to him.

Plus you’re always giving Rocket your big beautiful grins and shining eyes and if he didn’t think it was generally a bad practice to fuck his crewmates, he’d absolutely try to get into your panties. He bets you wear the cutest, most simple ones. Terran cotton, probably - maybe with a little ruffle around the hips. Pale pink, or with a stupid little bow in front. Polka dots, maybe.

Rocket spends a disproportionate amount of time thinking about your panties.

♡ movies (mcu, gunn ) ♡

Rocket’s had a stupid, nonsense want for you since day one, much to his displeasure. At first he tries to crush it down by acting like a jackass. Nothing’ll scare a Terran humie off more quickly than being myself, he thinks bitterly.

But it doesn’t work. You try to give him his space but otherwise, you don’t treat him any differently - don’t look at him any differently. You still make him a cup of coffee when you pour everyone else’s and you still tell him good morning and good night. You still check to see if he needs anything when he’s been flying or fixing things for way too many hours in a row.

He likes you for that even more. He might even be starting to frickin’ love you, which is horrifying.

read more on ao3 ♡ read Day 15: Sunshine ♡ read Day 14: Soft ♡ read Day 13: Proof ♡ read Day 12: Heavy Artillery ♡ read Day 11: Nod for Yes ♡ read Day 9: Practice ♡ read Day 8: Turbulence ♡

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#rfh fanfic #rfh kinktober #rocket raccoon fanfiction #in kinktober we say fuck everything #including plot #rocket raccoon x you #fawktober2023 #rocket raccoon x reader #gotg fanfiction #this fuckin raccoon #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket x oc #rocket x you #rocket x reader

[adventuresofahobbywriter]

Hello!

I've recently picked up the hobby of writing (not for anyone else just myself for fun lol) and I need some help with my characters.

The story revolves around a group of boarding school student that find a portal in the woods that teleports them to a fantasy world that's very much like a DnD type of environment. The group also transform into a race and class so they can fit into that world.

It's a group of six which feels like a pretty big group of characters, but the problem is that I LOVE all of them. I feel like I need to cut one or two of them or possibly repurpose them, but I can't decide who. I thought a good idea would be coming here and hopefully getting some feedback about what to do or possibly who to cut.

Here's the characters!

Emma Parker (15) Seattle, Washington

A 5'2, kind of muscular girl. She has blonde poofy hair that she only ever wears in a loose ponytail. Like the kind of loose ponytail that's not on purpose, but like the scrunchie was just a liiiiiitle too loose and then she went on a run. She usually wears athletic shorts, a soccer shirt, and a windbreaker. She also always wears a knee brace due to some undisclosed injury (we all know one). Her skin is a little tanner because she spends so much time outside and her cheeks and nose are always a little red. She's a very energetic and excited person, but VERY competitive and always feels the need to push herself to be better even if it's dangerous.

Kiyana (Ana) Ramesh (16) NYC, New York

She's 5'8 and kind of slender. The child of two Desi immigrants. She is at the school on a scholarship but, after being bullied at her last school, she decided to not tell anyone that information and instead joined the "popular" group. She is an EXTREMELY smart girl, but tends to act dumb and a little snobby to keep up with her new friends. She has black hair that reaches just past her shoulders and she is constantly trying to keep it tamed by straightening it or curling it. Her makeup is always done perfectly and she usually dresses preppy.

Abigail Whitlock (16) Oregon

Abigail is about 5'6 and curvy. She has brown skin and dark brown curly hair (about 3c). She was adopted at birth by a single woman. Her mom is the Headmistress of the school, the near constant supervision causing her to be slightly rebellious and stubborn. She dresses in a more alternative / goth style, wearing heavier eyeliner and black lipstick. She spends most of her time doing some type of creative projects (painting, knitting, sculpting, sewing, etc.)

Lucas Haine (15) Miami, Florida

A 5'8 lanky boy. Lucas has dark skin and dark brown / black hair that he wears in twists down past his ears. He has large brown eyes and most of the time gets mistaken for a 8th grader or freshman because of his youthful appearance. He usually wears ripped jeans, t shirts, and a flannel. He's usually either riding or carrying around his skateboard with the underside covered in stickers and doodles done by Abigail. He is smart and likes very stereotypical nerdy things, he's on the robotics team, TTRPG club, and comic books. Because he's so smart, he can come across at a bit of a know-it-all, especially when they end up in the fantasy world and he knows a good bit more than the others about how that world works.

Colin Walsh (16) Dublin, Ireland

Between 6' and 6'2 kind of muscular but you can't really tell (think sleeper build.) He has pale skin, but covered head to toe in freckles. His hair is red and fluffy with big curls. His face is covered by black rimmed glasses. He usually wears a sweatshirt over a disheveled button-up shirt, tan slacks, and either sneakers or dressier shoes. Ever since he moved to the US, he's developed a pretty intense coffee addiction. Stopping by the cafeteria between classes to refill his travel mug. He is very sarcastic and enjoys picking on his friends, it takes A LOT to get him worked up. He plays a lot of video games and is a member of the chess team.

Jae Chung (16) Los Angeles, California

5'10 and lean from being on the swim team. All the students come from pretty wealthy families, but his is by far the richest. He has black hair that's parted down the middle with the bangs hanging down onto his forehead (ngl look up Sang Heon Lee and that's who I imagine). He dresses very fashionable and always wears a silver chain around his neck. He's confident and egotistical, usually very concerned with his looks.

Just some extra info:

At the start Lucas, Colin, and Abigail are very close friends and hang out daily.

Lucas is the one who finds the portal.

I kind of want a Colin x Ana thing (not sure why, I just feel it)

I'm sorry this is such a long post! If you want to give some feedback I would be very appreciative! (:

#creative writing #hobby writer #dnd #fantasy #magic #portal #character creation #world building #fantasy writing #character building #writing characters #feedback #thoughts? #boarding school #high school #writing #writers on tumblr #female writers #writblr #writer stuff #writerscommunity

[justtryingtobecreative]

Morpheus x reader x calliope part 2!

(This chapter is read the best with the tunes of Roslyn, slow life and Done all wrong of the twilight soundtrack)

It would be 2 weeks before Meg would see one of them again. And it would be in her very own apartment, between her plants and comfy interior.

Meg ran the cloth over the damp dish softly humming a tune, taking her time with the everyday task. Her once steady hands had been ruined by her time in captivity in more than one way. The once soft skin was now covered in pale bumpy scars and there was a clear tremor in them that she would never lose.

Meg gritted her teeth at the flash of pain running through her hand as it cramped. She set down the delicate porcelain cup with a sigh, she would have to finish this later.

She grabbed the aged copy of Pride and prejudice of her glass coffee table before dropping herself on her soft green couch. Meg took a lot of pride in creating the most comfortable place she could, with the little she had.

She felt she had succeeded quite well, her two bedroom apartment was more than she had expected to accomplish. And by pillaging the local plant stores and flee markets she had managed to create all she had dreamed off years ago.

She let her eyes stray from her book, she couldn't keep her mind on it right now anyway. The soft pitter patter of rain and a soft song echoed through the room.

Allas the peace couldn't last forever as a sudden knock on the door cut through the comfort.

She padded to the door, her fluffy socks damping the sound. Her blue eyes found her own in the mirror examening her own frame one last time before having to face another person.

She hadn't expected to see this person by the door. "Oh It's.... you." She was sure her suprise and questions were written on her face, she also realised mid sentence she didn't know the woman's name.

In front of Meg stood the Woman from Richard's house, she was wearing one of the most extraphagant gowns she had ever laid eyes on and felt entirely out of place in the aesthetic of the dark and dirty hallway.

Meg felt a bit selfconcious in her own pair bunny pyama's now.

"I am sorry to intrude... i didn't know where else to go." The woman seemed stressed and worn out. Her brows pulled together and her hazel eyes were narrowed.

"I asked you here didn't i? You are welcome here" Meg gave her a small smile as she stepped aside and let the woman in her small space.

The woman stared around, slowly taking in the comfortable space. "May i ask your name?" Meg was really tired of having to refer to her as the woman in her head.

She turned to her and smiled softly, "My name is Calliope. It is splendid to meet you." Meg released a big sigh, this woman was like really sweet.

"Nice to meet you Calliope, my name is Meg. Could i interest you in some comfortable clothes and some hot coco?" Meg gestured toward the woman's dress with a little smirk.

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It didn't take long for Meg to pick out a pair of clean pyama's and fluffy socks for her. "Do you like them?" She asked softy as Calliope sat next to her on the couch, it was comical to see how the woman adjusted her clothes and sat on the couch like she was going to dine with the queen.

"I am still getting used to the feeling, it is very loose" Calliope seemed a bit put off by the unfamiliar situation and Meg felt a bit bad about teasing her just now.

"Well if you are unsure what to do just do as i do, if i need you to do something else i will surely ask you." Meg reassured her slowly putting her hand on hers for a second before reaching forward and grasping the mug of hot coco on her coffee table.

"Here i made us hot coco" she handed it to Calliope with a smile before taking a sip of her own mug.

Calliope followed her movement with keen eyes, before they widened in amazement. "This is delicious" Calliope said, nose now covered in whipped cream.

Meg couldn't help but nudge her a bit, "I believe your nose thinks so too" Calliope turned red a little and nudged her right back, finally leaning back into the comfortable pillows.

"Yours is covered too" She taunted, and Meg wiped at her nose herself now both laughing loudly.

Meg could tell she and her would go on to be great friends.

~~~

Calliope Pov:

It would be six months of familial bliss before anything strange would happen again. Just Meg had become Calliope and Meg overnight and the two did about everything together now.

The shopping, household chores, going on bike rides around the city, going to Meg's art teaching job during the week, they even went on holliday to greece together.

Calliope could honestly say that these last months had been the most calm and comforting months she had had in all her years of life, it was also exactly what they both needed to cope with their shared trauma.

Calliope had told Meg all she could about her past, and it had been heartwarming how sweet the mortal had been about each and every story. She had never shared so much about her life with anyone, not even her late husband.

Meg had helped make arrangements to make Orpheus a headstone in the city so that Calliope could visit and remember him. They had buried an old toy of Orpheus she had kept over the years and she had shared all the good stories she remembered about him.

Meg had held her when she cried and she had taken her to see greece afterwards to see all the statues made of him.

Calliope wasn't foolish, she knew she had fallen for the mortal, she had lived long enough and been with enough people to recognise the feeling of love.

Meg had once asked her if she would have done anything different if she had the chance to. She hadn't answered at the time, but she knew she would have done all those 60 years all over again to experience the six months she had with Meg.

Which was why it was defastating when her Mothers called her home.

"Why do you have to go?" Meg whispered softly staring at the floor. Calliope couldn't help herself as she grasped the sad young woman's chin and tilted her head up.

"I will return to you Meg, i swear it" Calliope whispered, leaning forward and capturing the girls lips in a chaste kiss.

"I will see you soon." She whispered walking out the door and leaving the girl alone.

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It would be a chance encounter a month later that would spice up her bland life a bit. You see after Calliope left Meg had fallen into kind of an drawl, she hadn't really realised she had taken to counting on her new friend for so much of her everyday life.

Meg walked down the street toward her lunch place, a slight spring in her step. She had managed to aquire charcoal crayons for half price at a nearby store. She had wanted to try out black and white for a while now but didn't have the funds for it after the holiday with Calliope.

She sighed in relief at the empty space on a bench overlooking the park. It was a sure busy day, and the whole park was filled with people. She sat down rather quickly, rummmaging through her bag and getting out her familiar power rangers lunchbox.

The man next to her threw a piece of bread at a bird which a few of them fought for. Her eyes dragged toward the man automatically, his dark clothes made him stand out a bit.

The man clutched the last pieces of an baguette in his hands, he seemed kind of familiar but she wasn't sure where she had seen him. He threw the last piece of bread on the floor and looked down at his hands in annoyance like he hadn't realised it was the last one.

Meg sighed grabbing ahold the bag of bread scraps she had intended to feed the birds herself. "Here have mine" She muttered reaching over to give the man the bag.

He looked at the outreached hand in confusion before accepting the strange offering. "Thank you" he muttered not getting rid of his downcast look at all.

"No problem" she answered turning back to her sandwich. It was silent for a second as he threw the pieces of bread at the birds.

Meg took the time to observe the strange man, she could swear she knew him from somewhere. A slight tilt of his head and the strange vibe she noticed now made her stop in her tracks.

Her lungs wanted to let in a shaken gasp, which failed tremendulously as she was currently ingesting a sip of her water. Her throat constricted as she burst out into a cough, turning away from the man to hide her mouth in her arm.

Omg omg omg what the frick?? What would he think if he saw her here? What even was a god type being doing here on a fricking bench! Feeding fricking birds? Just brooding or something?

Just as she thought he wouldn't comment he did, "Are you allright?" He muttered softly, his breathy voice seeming even more strange

She made the mistake of turning to him "Oh just fine thank you" Their eyes met and realisation filled his face. Meg made the executive decision to get the fuck out of there but just as she was about to abort mission he grasped her sleeve.

"Meg? I hadn't expected to see you again." He stood up rather quickly staring down at her, his grip never left her sleeve.

"Ah you! Yes uhh i hadn't really either. Calliope came by months ago so i hadn't expected anyone else to come." She tried to muster a smile but was sure it was more of a grimace.

He looked at her in confusion, "Calliope visited you?" He asked softly furrowing his dark brows. She nodded, she was a bit intimidated by him really. He had a strong presence and it didn't help that he stood so close to her, Calliope and her grandma always stood super close to her too... maybe it was just an old people thing.

"Well yes Calliope came by and stayed with me for a while..." She muttered softly taking a slight step back, he took a step forward at her movement.

"I had expected her to go back to her mothers..." He murmured to himself a frown flitting across his face. "I have failed my task of keeping an eye on her".

Meg frowned at his words "She told me she didn't feel save there... she felt really save with me, she needed the break really."  He nodded at her words but she knew he was still beating himself up over it.

"Come, i'll show you something!" She muttered taking his hand in hers and tugging him with her. He gave her an offended look at her audacity but didn't comment.

It took a little while, but they reached their destination. "Calliope had a lot of pent up grief saved, and she talked about how it was holding her back... that is when we came upon this idea."

The man stared at the headstone in silence for a while, his emotion had left his face the moment he had put eyes on the name engraved into the stone.

A moment of silence as only the sound of the raging wind echoed through the empty graveyard. She did feel a bit sad that he would see the gravestone without all the flowers it normally sported in summer, but she supposed Calliope wouldn't have wanted him to not have this memory any second longer.

She realised her hand was still clutched in his but didn't comment on it, he needed all the support he could get. She placed a tentative hand on his arm, "Do you want me to give you a second alone?" He just shook his head.

"I am tired of being alone" he just murmured. Shiny tears gathered in the man's eyes as he stared at the grave of his son.

"You are not, you have more people than you think" She muttered smiling up at him. "I meant what i said back at the house, you are always welcome at my house. And honestly if you did show up, you would be doing me a favour too.

He lifted a brow in question at her words, a fond smile circling his lips. "And what might that favour entail?" He asked taking on his deep breathy tune again.

"I am always in need of models for my drawings, and i am pretty sure the pencils, i bought this morning are the perfect colour for a drawing of you." Her lips were pulled into a small smirk at the thought.

"Colour?" He looked down at himself in confusion.

"You'll see!" She softly let go of his hand as she walked back over the path, leaving a very confused dream lord in her wake.

(AGAIN please let me know what you guys think! In this chapter we see the more everyday side of Meg)

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[alliezweihander]

5 character associations

tagged by @selnyam and @elliewiltarwyn

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

1. Love

2. "Fuck it, we ball"

3. Stubbornness, for better or worse

4. Impulsive joy

5. Worrying whether she's enough

COLORS

1. Black

2. Purple

3. Pink

4. Red

5. Blue

SCENTS

1. Oiled metal (both swords and musical instruments)

2. The smell of cooking something simple but good. Frying onions and peppers, roasting meat, etc

3. Coffee

4. Well-used guitar strings

5. Books, new and old

OBJECTS

1. Wedding ring

2. Huge fuckin sword (Cronus Lux my beloved. Shadowbringer, Deathbringer, Law's Order Zweihander, Crystarium Greatsword are also close to my heart)

3. An assortment of musical instruments (Several flutes and a guitar)

4. Mug of hot coffee with sugar and cream

5. Books (everything from comic books to fairly esoteric poetry)

BODY LANGUAGE

1. Leaning casually, arms crossed

2. A low, grounded fighting stance

3. Shoulders tensed in anticipation

4. Fully relaxed, draped across the couch like a lazy cat

5. Standing tall, sword planted in the ground

AESTHETICS

idk what this part means to be honest but she's a big spiky edgelord with a soft mushy center

[writers-blogck]

A Favor Called ( Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x Reader )

Warning(s): This will go into religion and the ideas of Christianity. Some information may be incorrect as I myself am not a practicing Christian. This should be expected when it comes to the Sandman, or really most Niel Gaiman pieces. Disrespect is not meant but here is a warning for those who may be sensitive to that topic.  This will also use the information given in the comics. No big spoilers save for including all of the Endless. There will also be original characters, including the Lower Seven Endless. They will show up later in the story.  Reader is Female.  Song: Enter Sandman by Metallica 

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Title: A Favor Called Description:  A century goes by but Morpheus gets out. What is waiting for him on the outside? Pairing: Dream of the Endless [ Morpheus ] x Reader Fandom: The Sandman ( Comics and Netflix Series ) Word Count: 5,358

Previous Chapter: None. Next Chapter: The Pouch Opened Story Index

        Dream was locked in a glass orb, laid out like a marble statue. His eyes were narrowed as his arm laid to cover the lower half of his face. To the guards, the man didn't breathe or blink. He didn't eat, he didn't need to do anything. Roderick said he wasn't Death but then...What was he? A devil? Demon? He kept the truth from the basic guards, they needn't know. They instead were left to wonder. 

        "He's right scary, he is." The rat-like guard spoke, long and thin nose wrinkling up as if he smelled something rotten. Dream never remembered their names. He just identified them based on their appearance. They never stood out. All the same deep in their core. Terrible. Rotten.

        "How does he stay so fit when he's trapped in there all the time?" This one was tubbier and more stout in appearance. His nose was upturned and had fat covering his cheeks; he looked like a pig. Dream could only imagine what he would do to the two guards if he got loose. Those thoughts were a comfort on the harder days. Even though he was an immortal being, it didn't make it any easier to deal with the passing days. 

        "How does he survive without needing to eat? Or needing to use the loo? This man isn't normal, mate. He's a right demon, fuckin' monster. Sleep Paralysis Demon or somethin'. It's why we gotta drink the bean juice and take the pills. So he doesn't possess one of us when we go to sleep." The Rat swirled the black coffee in his mug before taking a swig. 

        "I think he's a Dracula. He's pale enough to be one. Ain't never tried to put him in sunlight before."

        Dream pushed the duo's words out of his mind as he retreated into his thoughts. He knew he had been in here for over twenty years, at the very least. Keeping track of time when you were stuck in the same place day after day was nearly impossible. Rumors of a Second Great War filled the air and for a moment, he thought he might be able to use that to his advantage. But, no, Roderick still took every precaution when dealing with Dream. 

        Even though Dream wondered if his siblings would come for him, deep within him he knew that he would be ashamed if they did. He never needed their help. He was solitary. He was alone. He didn't need anyone. Yet, here he was, trapped. He just had to remind himself that he could play the long game. Humans die. He would not. If he just waited...

        All he had to do was get through these years, which was easier said than done. His mind always would run back to his kingdom and his faithful servants. He would think of the Virtue of Hope who spent more time in his realm than her own. What was happening to them, to his kingdom? He had never been parted from his duties for this long since he was created.  He just had to remind himself that he left it in good hands. Lucienne knew what she was doing and Hope was there to help. She had observed his duties so much, she would know what to do. 

        His thoughts often drifted back to the Virtue of Hope...When all you can do is think, it is hard not to regret past decisions, especially when you were Dream. She would come to his realm to hide and he always pushed her away. She never did anything but be kind to him and Dream would return said kindness with his usual bitterness. 

        The real question was, where did Hope hide now? 

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London, 2020

        John Constantine owed the Devil a favor. That really was just as bad as it sounded. He had no idea what Lucifer would call him to do but he had been in such a desperate situation to save his sister that he had no other choice than to accept the fallen angel's help. Why did he always get himself in those situations? The ends that always were the last resort? It felt as though that was all he got recently. Nothing liked to go his way and it was quite tiring, to say the least. 

        Lucifer had gained some honor recently and that had John hoping that whatever the task was, it wouldn't go against his morals too severely. No murdering babies or robbing the elderly. Eh, Lucifer didn't do that type of thing anyway. That was just the Christians creating a monster to scare children. No, the real Devil was much more clever and even had his own rules he would abide by. Demons on the other hand...They had no qualms about hurting children. John tried to push the screaming girl from his mind but no matter what he did, he could never quiet her. A constant reminder of his failures. 

        He didn't have a clue about what he may be called to do, but he definitely wasn't expecting to see the charismatic man standing there with a young girl, who had to be no older than her early twenties, when he was eventually called. There was a look in her eyes, one of distance and foggy visions. Was she being controlled? His hands clenched in his pockets, mind racing at what he may have gotten himself into. Could he refuse Lucifer and walk out of here alive? He doubted that. Even still, he had boundaries that he didn't like to cross. He hoped that whatever the favor was, it had nothing to do with harming the girl. 

        The girl wasn't wearing a lot of clothing. Only a silk dress, which John assumed to be a slip, graced her form. Other than that small piece of fabric, her soft skin was on full display. Now John Constantine liked to think of himself as a gentleman in many aspects but even he couldn't help but take in the beauty of the woman standing before him. This was no natural beauty. He had been around enough nonhumans to sense when something was off. 

        "Hello, Constanteene." 

        "Constantine." 

        "Whatever, Constanteene, Constantine, Potato, Potaato- Just listen up, Conman. I need to call upon that favor I'm owed and this is a very important task. It would be to your benefit to do everything correctly from here on out. If you mess this up, I will not hesitate to create a personal hell for you that your worst nightmares couldn't possibly begin to dream up. Do you understand?" 

        "I have a feeling you'll create my own personal Hell no matter what I do when I end up kickin' that bucket." 

        "Jonathan, do you understand?"

        "Right, I've just got here, mate. I've no bloody idea what's going on." Flicking open his lighter, he placed one of his cigarettes between his lips. He had a feeling that he was going to need one. He turned out to be right.

        "What's going on, is that I require your services in becoming a sort of protector, guard, whatever you would like to call it. Either way, I'm calling in my favor, now." 

        "Guard her? And she is? Don't tell me she's gonna be a future sacrifice or somethin'." 

        "Listen well. She has many names, but from what I hear, she goes by (Y/N) as the primary title during this current time period. Some have called her Elpis. Others have called her Guan-Yin. Some even like to call her Pandora, though that isn't correct. She may have dealt with the woman but they are not one and the same." Lucifer slowly walked a circle around the still woman. If it wasn't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, John might have believed she was a very realistic statue. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time. 

        "Excuse me? Mate, that didn't clear a thing up." 

        "If you would let me finish," The taller man's eyes flashed red before they softened back to their dusty blue as he looked at the girl, "She is a citizen of the Silver City. She is a Virtue, which is the opposite of a Sin. She is Hope." 

        Hope? Now John had heard a lot of strange things in his life but this was nearing the top. As he blew out a ring of smoke, he did admit to himself that she did seem like a holy being. He had met angels before. Some gave off a sense of fierce loyalty while others had the gracefulness of a swan, but all had an unparalleled beauty. This woman fit into that category just like the rest. Yet, John couldn't feel the same aura that came with Heavenly beings. 

        "So, an angel?"

        "No, well yes, in a way, but high in the ranking. Angels are a rank of Celestial, the same as Archangels or Virtues. You, humans, like to call everything an Angel. Virtues are the highest in power as they can not be replaced. There are only seven in existence and each is just as unique as the other. Father didn't like making creations like that. He always allowed the opportunity for replacement but with the very nature of Virtues, due to them being created from their element, they can not be replaced." 

        "Right..." 

        The Devil shook his head, pushing his annoyance to the side. He was just being reminded of why he didn't work with John Constantine that much. He preferred John's twin sister, Johanna, but even he would admit that John was a better choice for this. Not only did he have a favor owed but the man was kinder than his elder sibling. He likes to play it up that he was doom and gloom all the time but Lucifer could easily see past that. Most could if they spent any time with him. 

        "Think of it like this. All holy beings aren't under the classification angels, though you humans seemed to use the term as a catch-all. Instead, angels are their own type. I, myself, was not an angel but an Archangel before I fell." He grimaced like there was a sour taste in his mouth, "Cherubs, Seraphim, the Powers. All different types of Celestial Beings. But yes, she is an angel if you have to consider it like that."  

        "Like a square is a rectangle but a rectangle isn't a square." 

        "What?" 

        "Nevermind. So, I just have to watch over her? She in danger or somethin'? I don't know how I could do anything more than she could." 

        "She has lost her powers. They were taken from her." 

        "Why did-" 

        "Demons, those that are loyal to me in any way, will offer her no danger. I've informed them that she is off-limits. But there are many things that would love to rid the world of a Virtue, especially Hope. With her loss of power, they may be successful in their attempts. I can not keep her safe without trapping her in my realm which I do not wish to do." Lucifer ran a gentle hand down the side of the girl's face, a look of soft care gracing his features, "She would not do well in Hell, even though I miss her dearly."

        "Is she a past bird, then?"

        "Oh, no. Nothing like that. No, Hope, she is my baby sister. I was her guardian, after all, Raphael could never truly replace me. Our bond is as strong as before, though I may not remember my time as Samael; what I do remember is the feelings I had for her, the sense of protection. I will not allow our family to ruin her as they did me. She does not deserve that." 

        "Wait, wait- You said she lost her powers? That means she's human?" 

        "Not human. Not fully anyway." Lucifer sighed, shaking his head. Constantine tried to ask another question but was interrupted by the other man before he could. 

        "Do you know this is the first time her feet have ever touched the ground?" This time, the Devil snapped his fingers, and a trench coat, golden in color, that was a near match to Constantine's, appeared in his arms. He draped it gently over his sister's shoulders with a sigh. Every move was filled with a gentleness that John had never seen from Lucifer before. 

        "Really?" Did that matter?

        "Holy beings and the beliefs of purity. You know how it is...But, it is clear to me that she will not do well on Earth by herself. Not only from unnatural forces but from humans as well. I don't know how she will adapt. She will need your protection."

        "And can I ask why she's going to Earth?"

        "The same reason we all end up on Earth, punishment."

        Lucifer stared at the girl with a look of pity in his eyes. It was easy to see that he truly cared for her. Had he gone soft? He hadn't been in her life for so long, why did he have to feel this way? The bond should have split as he fell, just as his wings burned away. It would have been much easier but then, who would you have in your corner when it came to family? It worried him, the times he saw just how alike the two of your situations were. Did your Father set you up just for failure? You didn't have the ego that Lucifer did, no armor against the world. 

        "So, I have to watch her for, what, a week? Three?" 

        "Until I say otherwise."

        "Shite, how long until that then, mate?" 

        "Unknown. But what I do know is that this will not be easy. For you or for her."

        Lucifer stood in front of the girl and buttoned up the jacket in both an attempt to keep the warmth in and the skin hidden. This was how a brother was supposed to treat his little sister, not what Michael had done. He wanted to rage against Heaven, knowing how they have turned their backs on her. She always did her job! Even the other Virtues allowed this to happen? He was beginning to wonder if he didn't have the entire story. He was picking up everything from second-hand sources.

        Pushing the sleeve up on her right arm, Lucifer ran his hand over his sister's wrist. On the pulse point on the inner wrist, he began to burn a symbol. A feather with Angelic script underneath reading Redemption. It seemed like a tattoo but actually, upon closer inspection, was a scar. John winced in sympathy but if the girl felt the pain, she didn't show it. 

        "Neither of you will remember this encounter. When you awake, you will be traveling partners and no questions will be asked. It will be as if you have been with one another for months. When the time comes, as it surely will, when she will start her penance, this symbol will be vital. It will hold a memory, a strong one that will trigger her acceptance. Just like a bite from the forbidden fruit."

        "Wait, wot?! What if I have some questions now about everything-" 

        "There is no time for that. All that matters is this: Do not disappoint me, John Constantine."

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The Dreaming, 415 BCE

        "Come on, Morpheus, you can't be serious with this." You lay on your back, staring at the strange creation in front of you. You had seen quite a lot of things in your time of existence but you would never get used to the dreams and nightmares that Morpheus would create. He had a big imagination, that's for sure. Even looking at it from your upside-down point of view, you could see Dream's touch. Anything your Father came up with never could compare.

        "You can't keep making your nightmares handsome, okay? You're gonna give people a complex. Like that man Desire cursed, Oedipus?" 

        "He has teeth instead of eyes. How is he handsome?" His eyes narrowed as he looked at the blonde creation. Sometimes he could be so dense, "And Oedipus had sexual relations with his own mother. I don't see how that's relevant to what we're dealing with in the present moment." 

        Using your wings to push yourself off the rock you claimed as a chair, you ended up doing a strange backflip before getting back to your feet. The fog dispersed around you as you landed with ease, revealing the dark gray rock that made up this strange area of the Dreaming. You called it Dream's Workshop, though he insisted it had a proper name. Morpheus let you watch him at work while you worked on your own duties, knowing how you preferred to be with someone rather than alone. It took a lot of effort for you to carve a place in his dark heart but you had time. If you had anything, it was time. 

        Each step you took seemed to only glance over the ground as if you were floating above the rocks naturally; you looked weightless. With a simple wave of your hand over the creature's "eyes", a dark piece of cloth covered the one obvious indicator that the creature was a nightmare. Now he looked like a normal human would, though admittedly more attractive. His face still was all sharp edges and harsh curves, his smile with teeth like a military graveyard. Was Morpheus so blind that he couldn't see when he made something attractive? 

        "See? Might as well just call him Adonis." 

        "It doesn't matter what he looks like," Morpheus clasped his hands behind his back, stopping to look at the nightmare's new profile. He didn't want to admit it but he did enjoy the look of the blindfold. It hid what was frightening and would allow it to be a surprise for whoever this nightmare would haunt. Some nightmares were more monster based while others were closer to humanoid shapes. The younger children were mostly scared of monsters under their beds, but their nightmares became more abstract as they grew older. Failure, loneliness- Dream had to be more creative with his creations when the humans got older. With this nightmare, he intended to use it for adults who have fears of not having control as well as the unknown. So many couldn't handle the feeling of being helpless...Perhaps he should send this nightmare to those that made others helpless, allowing them to feel what they wrought for a change. He did like karmic revenge. 

        "I don't know. You don't want your dreamer to be scared and attracted at the same moment." You teased, crossing your arms over your chest, "That will be very confusing~. But, he looks good. Teeth for eyes, he could bite you in three different places at the same time! I guess they all would be near each other since, obviously, they still are just on the face. I bet his nightmare would be the ones where you lose your teeth." 

        "Hmph." 

        "What will you call him?" 

        "The Corinthian." 

        "After the town?" 

        "Yes, the one where crime runs rampant." 

        "Hm...It fits," Moving forward, you tossed your arms over Morpheus' shoulders to drape yourself lazily against him. You knew that his face would scrunch up, pretending he didn't like your touch. It had taken centuries for you to even get him to accept any touch and still, he would happily deny it to this day. Even still, you swore that you felt him lean into your touch a few times...He couldn't hate it all the time. But, you kept your mouth shut, knowing he would only lash out if you brought it up. He would give you the silent treatment for decades. You had already experienced that after you played around with his raven, Lucienne. Boy had he been upset when he found you. Though you hadn't done anything wrong, he was just a spoiled sport! Lucienne hadn't even minded...

        "Do Nightmares ever dislike what they have to do?" 

        "I don't care enough to ask." With a hum, Morpheus fixed the blindfold that covered the Corinthian's eyes. He couldn't have his nightmare blindfolded with a cloth tied off with a bow. It didn't scream frightening. A basic knot would do, "They are necessary for humans to work through issues while still being able to wake up, safely. The nightmares have work to do, which, by the by, shouldn't you be working on your own duties instead of bothering me while I complete mine?" 

        With a small whine, you stretched out your wings and flew up a few feet forward to face Morpheus. With a flick of your wrist, you gestured to the collection of fireflies that was flying next to where you had been laying, "I am working, just so you know. Do you not see my own creations? These are the hopes of children if you must know. At least, some of them anyway."

        While Dream could make whatever he wanted, you had to follow a few more rules. Working for the Big Man himself, your Father, he liked everything to be exactly how he wanted. Part of that was everyone doing their jobs and if you weren't, someone might take your place. Luckily, you were in one of the irreplaceable ones, being part of the Seven Virtues. You and your siblings weren't angels, per se, you were Virtues. You were your own type of being. You were all Celestials. It was true that Angels were the most populous and visited the humans the most, but that didn't mean you were all Angels 

        The seven of you, the Virtues, had your individual jobs and tasks assigned to you. One of your main personal jobs was creating the essence of Hope and finding different ways of spreading it throughout Earth. Sometimes you put it in animals, sometimes you put it in plants, and sometimes it was just a certain smell. Depending on the human, hope could be found in many different things. Some could pull essence simply from the air while others needed a bit more help. 

        Fireflies were your favorite. They had been your own creation, the one being on this Earth that you made. Your Father allowed all seven of the Virtues to make one animal when they were old enough and you ended up creating the firefly. You based it on one of your good memories of being a young fledgling. Samael would stand over your crib and entertain you by making lights with his fingers. That was a long time ago and Samael...He wasn't Samael anymore. He fell. But, you made the fireflies in honor of that memory. You think your Father knew that and gave the little bugs a short lifespan because of it. He had been your Father's favorite and when he left, your Father took it hard. You heard Samael went by a different name now but didn't know it...You didn't know if you would ever see him again. You had a feeling that no one told you his name in fear that you would try to find him.

        Being a Virtue could be difficult. They were looked at highly by the other Celestials and were expected to do the best. The only group that had any sort of authority over the Virtues were the Seven Archangels as well as Metatron. All seven of you were created just before humans, being a strange unique creation of your Father. Only seven of you existed...You weren't part of the hierarchy of Angels or the main grouping. You weren't Angels after all. The Virtues were special, just like the Endless. The biggest difference was that you lived in The Silver City and your domain itself was past the gates. Truth be told, it could be suffocating when you knew your Father had someone watching you at all times. Seven Virtues, Seven Archangels. One was always spectating. 

        Perhaps that was one of the reasons you spent so much time in the Dreaming. You knew your Father couldn't send anyone into their realms, a deal he had originally made with Night and Time but had apparently been passed down to their children. The first time you ever ended up in the Dreaming, you had snuck in. Well, was it sneaking in if it was an accident? Either way, that was a chaotic story for another time. For now, with a lot of hard work and determination, you had convinced Morpheus to allow you to spend time in his realm as long as you promised not to mess with anything he was doing. The tale of how you met to where you had gotten to now was a very interesting one, you had to admit that. A Virtue and an Endless being friends? Unheard of. Well, Morpheus would say it still was unheard of but you insisted the two of you were friends. You had even grown close to his sister, Death. 

        "Bugs?"

        "You know that they are so much more than that!" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance at Morpheus' words, "I have done a good amount of work today." 

        "I have a feeling your siblings would care to argue otherwise." 

        "Well, then they can come and tell me that themselves but for now, I think that I deserve a good break." 

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        "I swear John, if you ate all the chocolate flapjacks again!" 

        "I did not-!" 

        "John!" 

        "I swear, love!" 

        John knew what it was like to have an older sister. He would bet this was what it was like to have a younger one. Annoying, never listening to you, always bugging you for this or that. Yup, that seemed about right. He didn't get how you could already have this much energy this early in the morning. This was why he was so against you drinking coffee at any point during the day. You already were filled with enough energy for both of you. Adding any caffeine to that just made it ten times worse. He didn't need to learn that lesson more than once.

        "You know I prefer a brew for breakfast." He walked into the kitchen to see you standing there, all legs and way too much optimism for the world. John could admit that you were an attractive lady and perhaps in other situations, a one-nighter might have been in the cards. But, with you under his protection and the bond forming between you two, it all changed. To be honest, Constantine couldn't remember what exactly he was protecting you from or why but knew you were in danger. You were his little buddy and he had to keep you safe. You were special to the mage, after all. 

        "That's a problem we'll talk about on another day." You hummed as you placed the frozen breakfast food in the toaster. He didn't understand why you liked sweets so much. He was more of a savory guy himself. 

        John lazily moved from where he was leaning to taking a seat at the small two-person table. Most mornings would start like this. He would drink his morning pint while you had whatever sweet treat you decided to ruin your body with that day. He would grumble whenever you tried to talk to him, spitting out some excuse of it being too early or how he had a hangover. You never listened. 

        "Whatever you say, darlin'." 

        Piling the flapjacks onto your plate once done, you made a stack of four of the sweet treats. Adding probably too much syrup than was good for you, you plopped yourself down in the seat across from John. The two of you were in a small flat in London, one that was provided to John by someone. Someone you didn't know. There was a question of whether John really knew who was paying the rent or not. At least, you were questioning it. 

        "Can you teach me some more today?" 

        "Teach you what? How to get a job and stop leeching off of me so you can go live on your own? That sounds like-"

        "No! Magic, you Muppet!" Constantine couldn't help but chuckle at your pronunciation of the word. Most of the time, you sounded American, but for certain words you learned from him, well, you kept the British twang on those. It made an interesting accent and never failed to amuse John. 

        "Why should I? Hm?" 

        "Because...A demon might show up when you're asleep and I might need to defend myself." For some reason that John Constantine couldn't remember, that seemed more likely a threat than how you were saying it. It made a shiver run down his spine. It had been a nice morning until you reminded him of the danger you were in. He hated having the knowledge that for some reason, you were being hunted but by what and for what reason were still a mystery. He hated that unknowing. It made everything just that more dangerous. 

        "I don't know, mate. Is that a good enough reason to ruin my afternoon? I could be out at the pub, you know. Maybe finding a bird to bring back to the flat? Have a nice night with a nice lady." 

                "You wish!" Shoveling flapjacks in your mouth, you kicked the man under the table lightly in annoyance. A groan slipped past his lips and he set his beer on the table to keep from spilling it. He was such a drama queen at times! 

        "Whatever, we have to meet up with Johanna anyway." You continued, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's, "So I bet I can just ask her to teach me a few more things. She'd be happy to."

        "She'd be happy to have 'ye in her bed as well! I've told ya, you need to be careful around her! Bless my sister's heart but that woman can be like a dog with two dicks. She'll teach 'ye magic alright if she thinks it might getcha in her bed at the end of the day." 

        Since Johanna didn't spend as much time with you, she didn't develop the same type of feelings that John did. To her, you would never be like a sibling. You always would be open for some fun. Sometimes John thought she messed with you just to get to him. He couldn't help that he was protective of you...

        "You do this just to annoy me, right?" You pointed an accusatory fork in his direction, "Johanna isn't that bad. We get along great." 

        "I didn't say you two didn't. What I am sayin' is that she likes to play a dangerous game and trust me when I say you have enough of that in your life already." 

        "But, 'yer right," He continued, "Jo will be expecting us."

        "What does she need help with this time?"

        "An exorcism. Must be a pretty bad one too if she needs two hands on the wheel to get the bugger out. Either way, you listen to me this time, alright? No makin' more problems when we are there to fix 'em. Don't need you being cheeky on me. Got it?" 

        "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear ya. No fun for me. Stay back and just watch, keep out of the way."

        "Right on the money, love."

        "...Wait, are we gonna be paid for this?!" 

        "Bloody Hell..."

        "Can I bring my sand with us?!"

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doing this in anon hi hello not a ask or anything like that just some sweet words i am a big fan of the rpg's and when i first saw your art i was like "PERFECT CARTOON STYLE" it reminds me of the old cartoons and i heavily HEAVILY love that. your colors your backgrounds the doodles..is just really pleasing to look at. i also love jolli so much he does seem to be those fan characters that could 100% be in the game or universe! i love how thought out he is and how your comics are as well! im sorry if this is scrambled im just guessing you had a bad day or moment and i wanted to say something nice to hopefully cheer you up ^^ your a wonderful artist and you seem like a cool person you deserve alot of hugs and friend affection remember to eat and drink smth too! STAY HEALTHY >:( -baker opossum anon

HELLO!! I saw this last night but I was too sleepy to reply so I'm doing so now. I wanted to let you know how happy this made me! I honestly cannot express it well enough but everything here is incredibly heartfelt and means a lot to me.

Yeah, it wasn't an easy day, for sure. Sometimes things just happen that I can't control and nobody else could've foreseen either so I just have to process it and keep moving. But I think I'm feeling a little better this morning, for what it's worth. :] I'm sitting here with a mug of hot coffee and homemade cookie - Fawful tells me I should imagine he made it (with a wink LOL) And he's right that using my imagination that way is a great perk me up too.

Sending you hugs, anon. Thank you for the kind message!! I mean it.

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