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moonchildstyles · 3 months

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whats this aster curious gazes im seeing ?🥸

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Mikaela impatiently checked the time broadcasted on the clock above the auditorium's entrance, trailing after the molasses-slow minute hand. How had it only been three minutes since she last checked and not the twenty she had sworn it had been? She and her group had already finished peer reviewing each other's papers ten minutes ago, but they were all confined to their seats for fear of Professor Rian marking them down for leaving early—one of his favorite activities Mikaela had learned about the hard way during the second week of courses.

"How much longer?" Bria bemoaned from across the table, her own boredom showing in her dull gaze. (Y/N) perked up at Mikaela's side at the question, though she stayed just as quiet as she always was.

"Another thirty," Mikaela murmured, a moment away from rolling her eyes, "I feel like we've been waiting for, like, an hour."

Around them, the remaining groups were still chattering, some speaking about the essays while others seemed just as checked out as them. Running a hand through her long hair, Mikaela convinced herself to stay strong.

"At least it'll be the weekend after this," she reminded the table, looking to Bria, "You're still set on getting your tattoo this weekend?"

Bria plucked up at the question, her brown eyes sparkling in excitement. "Mhm! They called and confirmed yesterday with me, so I'll be in tomorrow morning, first thing!"

"Are you going to be with the same guy that you had the consultation with?" Mikaela asked, picturing the long haired, heavily tattooed man she had seen when she went with Bria the first time to set up the initial appointment. She almost booked one for herself after seeing him; even the scowl and less than friendly demeanor couldn't detract from his... everything.

Leaning across the table as if sharing a secret, Bria raised her eyebrows with a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. "I hope. I might cancel, if not."

Mikaela laughed along with her friend, knowing exactly where she was coming from.

Piping up with a small smile on her features, (Y/N) asked, "Where are you going for your tattoo?"

"It's not too far from here actually," Bria started, settling her chin in her hand as she spoke to (Y/N) at Mikaela's side. "It's called 17Black."

(Y/N)'s expression brightened at the mention of the tattoo parlor in a way Mikaela had never seen before. Though she usually came to class fresh-faced and dewy, there was now a glimmer in her eyes that almost gave the illusion of glitter having fallen in her lashes.

"They're the best," she bubbled, her smile wide, "It's gonna turn out really, really good. You said you know who your artist is going to be?"

"Yeah—um—hold on," Bria muttered, reaching into her bag, "I got his card last time I was in—I think he's the owner, or something." After a moment she pulled out a black and white business card, reading the name off: "Harry."

Passing the card across the table, (Y/N) eagerly read over the stylized font and the glossy logo on the other side. "He's amazing—you're super lucky, Bria."

(Y/N)'s smile wasn't one that could be shaken as she passed back the card. Mikaela thought she looked like she was proud, even. (Y/N) was always so reserved, seemingly more comfortable in the background and only chirping up when needed, Mikaela had never seen her so bright like this.

"Have you been there before, (Y/N)?" she asked, trying to imagine someone like (Y/N) with any tattoos—especially done at a place like 17Black.

Not that there was a specific kind of person that could have tattoos or that the parlor wasn't nice, but she had a hard time picturing (Y/N) with all her ribbons, pink sweaters, and shimmer flouncing into that building and getting a design inked into her skin. Especially by someone like Bria's artist; she was already shy enough, Mikaela doubted his scowls and curt tone would be anything of comfort.

That left her raising her brows in surprise when (Y/N) happily nodded her head. "Yeah! I only have one tattoo, but Harry did it and it's"—there was a moment something dreamy flashed over (Y/N)'s gaze then—"It's perfect."

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," Bria interjected, her expression surely mirroring Mikaela's with her own perked brows and searching gaze as if they had both somehow missed an obvious marking.

"It's really little," (Y/N) explained, settling some in her seat, "It's on my side, like, on my ribs, so people don't really see it."

"I never pictured you with a tattoo," Mikaela added, "And especially on your ribs. You're brave."

"Honestly," Bria started, bouncing full brows over her eyes "I don't know how you got through it, especially with him."

A cinch appeared between (Y/N)'s brows. "What do you mean?"

"You probably had to take your shirt off for the rib tattoo, right?" Bria prodded, watching as (Y/N) flustered some before ultimately nodding her head, "I don't know how to act around that guy—Harry—with my clothes on, I think I would combust if he asked me to take them off."

It wasn't hard to see that (Y/N) was bubbling with embarrassment at Bria's remark—though Mikaela did hardily agree. She wondered if (Y/N) felt the same way; it was hard to picture her getting flustered over someone like Bria's artist. There could be that whole opposites attract thing going on for them, but Mikaela could only really see the scenario where Harry would crush the marshmallow that is (Y/N).

"Oh, I don't know," she muttered half-heartedly, trailing off without a real answer, "You know, he's just..."

"It's okay, I get it," Bria finished for her with a bubbling laugh that had (Y/N) cracking her own polite smile. "He's pretty intimidating, honestly. Not for everyone, I guess."

With her hands a bundle in her lap, (Y/N) tilted her head, "I wouldn't say that—"

Not a moment too soon, Professor Rian made his way back to the forefront of the auditorium—something Mikaela wished he would have done a half an hour prior. "Class dismissed. Next Wednesday we'll do our final draft reviews and the finished essays will be due next Friday at midnight. Have a nice weekend."

"Finally," Bria exasperated, immediately rushing to pack her things just as Mikaela had before Rian had even finished talking.

(Y/N) had done the smart thing and had her things ready to go once they had finished peer reviewing, only having to sling her bag over her shoulder while she quietly waited for the pair of them to get their own shit together.

It was wild how much more awake Mikaela felt now that class had been dismissed, leaving behind the exhausted state she was lulling into at her desk. Shrugging into her jacket, the mental list of tasks she had to accomplish before her sister, Mira, and her boyfriend would be over for dinner didn't sound so bad now.

"What are you getting, Bria? For your tattoo, I mean," she chirped up, peering around Mikaela as they walked into the corridor, steps in sync with one another.

"The moon and some stars and stuff on the top of my hand," she explained, "It's kind of hard to describe without a picture, but it's this whole thing."

"That sounds really pretty," (Y/N) smiled, sincerity in her voice, "Hopefully it won't take too long—I hear the top of your hand can hurt sometimes with the bones and all."

"It might not be so bad if it took a while, right?" Mikaela piped up, shooting Bria a look from the corner of her eye. Maybe, if Mira and her boyfriend didn't overstay their welcome tonight, she'd go with Bria in the morning and see if her artist had a girlfriend or something.

(Or was at least open to hooking up on one of the tattoo chairs).

Leading down the hall towards the main entrance of the building, Bria nudged Mikaela's shoulder. Ahead of them, (Y/N) reached forward and opened the door for the three of them to pass through.

"Definitely wouldn't be bad," Bria laughed, the chill of the winter air seeping through the sleeves of Mikaela's jacket as they stepped outside. "I don't know, I might even—Wait, oh my god."

"What?" Mikaela asked, brows furrowing at the abrupt change in her friend.

Instead of the amused bubbly expression she wore just a moment prior, Bria now looked ahead with wide eyes and gaped lips, her steps slowing over the concrete.

(Y/N) noticed the change in her demeanor as well, peering around Mikaela as her own features molded into something of worry. "What happened?"

"He's here," Bria muttered, looking straight ahead towards the student parking lot, "That's literally him right there, isn't it? Why is he here?"

"Who? Who's her—"

Following Bria's line of sight, Mikaela felt her own words get stuck in her throat when she saw just what had her friend going limp.

As if summoned, Bria's tattoo artist—Harry—had somehow found a prime parking space in the student lot and was now waiting.

He was ever the intimidating figure with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the hulking frame of the black Range Rover behind him. (Because, of course, he would drive a Range Rover). Even with the chunky black cardigan draped over his form, he didn't look any less imposing than when he had stalked through the tattoo parlor. He perfectly matched his car, all black, tattoos tracing over his skin, including the heavy chest pieces on display from the low scoop of his top. A pair of sunglasses were holding his hair back on the top of his head, with his lips set in a firm line, lip ring and all.

"He doesn't go here, right?" Mikaela blanched. Why else would be here, if not to go to class, right?

(Y/N) looked just as bewildered as they were, a cant to her head as she took him in. "What is he doing here?" she muttered, voice quiet enough to be speaking to herself.

Their small trio stood off to the side, out of the way as the rest of their classmates trickled around them as well as other students meandering through campus. From where they stood, Mikaela could see the way the tattoo artist scanned over the student body, searching for something—or someone.

He didn't come to see Bria, right? That would be crazy, leaning on certifiable—even if he was hot.

Mikaela's eyes widened when she saw (Y/N) wave her hand above her head. What was she doing? Did she not think this was weird that he had showed up to campus when he really didn't have any reason to?

She watched as he caught sight of (Y/N)'s waving arm and his features almost immediately softened. Even from where they were standing, it was clear to see the tension releasing from his body in a breath. He pushed off from where he was lent against his Range Rover and started towards the building—towards them.

Was (Y/N) insane or something, and they'd just missed all the signs until this moment? Why would she ask him to come over here?

"He's coming over here, what the fuck," Bria murmured, just as lost as Mikaela.

It didn't take long for his spanning strides to cross the concrete and take him to where their small group had taken root. Seeing him this close again, Mikaela realized her memory didn't do him any justice—he was more than gorgeous. Unfortunately crazy, but still hot.

Had he always had his nose pierced? Had his eyes always been that green? Had they always been pinned to (Y/N) like that?

"(Y/N), do you—" Bria started, only to cut herself off when (Y/N) excitedly bounced up to her toes once the tattoo artist was close.

"What are you doing here, H?" she chirped, familiarity in her voice as she looked up at him.

Mikaela figured she wore the same expression that Bria did, with her eyes wide and brows raised, a fraction away from her jaw dropping as they watched the tattoo artist—H—pull (Y/N) into his arms and drop a kiss on the top of her head.

"Came to pick you up for lunch, if that's okay," he murmured, not sparing a glance their way as he kept the pink marshmallow in his arms. "I also noticed there was an extra jacket lying around my room that I thought was supposed to be with you."

Sheepishly looking down, (Y/N) shook her head. "I forgot, I'm sorry."

Adoration was clear on the tattoo artist's—her boyfriend—features. "'S alright, lovebug. I brought it with me so y'can have it the rest of the day, jus' don't keep forgetting it. 'S only getting colder out, I don't want you to get sick."

"I won't," (Y/N) sighed, looking entirely at home as she clutched his sweater in her hands and fluttered her lashes at him as if he were a king. "Thank you."

Mikaela couldn't help the simmering of her blood beneath her skin, surely a flush painting her complexion as she thought back to just what she and Bria had been saying during class. They talked all about how hot (Y/N)'s boyfriend was to her face, implied he was intimidating and not her type, and she had even heard them freak out thinking he had come to see them. She was never going to pair with them for peer review again.

(Though Mikaela will give herself credit for not speaking about the lingering fantasy she'd had involving one of those tattoo chairs and Harry's hair pulled back so he could focus).

"Um," Mikaela sounded, almost cringing at how stupid she sounded from just a single syllable, "I think we should probably go, but we'll see you next week, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) turned with her expression going bashful. Her boyfriend's hands didn't move from where they were on her waist though he finally looked up from her to see the rest of the world around them.

"I'm sorry," she apologized as if in reflex. Looking at the man behind her, she started with a shy smile on her lips, "Harry, this is Bria and Mikaela. They're the girls from one of my English classes I've told you about."

Back was the expression she recognized from when she had dropped by the tattoo parlor. His features hardened some, going less open and easy to read than they had been just a moment ago. He took them in with a stilted smile on his lips.

"Nice to meet you," he murmured, his gaze flicking to Bria for a split second longer, "Actually, we've met before, right? You're my nine a.m. tomorrow."

"I am, yeah," Bria said, sounding just as lame as Mikaela felt. It was easy to see Bria was floundering for anything to say before she finally settled on, "(Y/N) didn't tell us she had a boyfriend."

His smile turned lopsided at that, amusement flickering in his gaze as he looked down at the marshmallow in his arms. "She didn't?"

(Y/N) looked to the pair of them, biting back a smile as if remembering what was said back in class but deciding it was their secret to keep. "It just didn't come up."

"Right," he smiled, squeezing her waist just enough to get her bouncing at his side with a short huff of laughter pouring out, "Are you ready to go?"

"I think so, yeah," (Y/N) agreed, craning her neck to smile up at him before returning her attention to Mikaela and Bria. "I'll see you guys next week."

The pair shared similar goodbyes, hoping they didn't sound as embarrassed as they felt. Walking away from them, Mikaela watched Harry tangle his fingers with (Y/N), slowing just long enough to press a kiss to her forehead before leading her towards his Range Rover.

"We are the most annoying people in the world," Mikaela said, breaking their silence, "We literally said all of that about him to his girlfriend."

"She's never going to partner for peer review with us again."

Despite the guilt and bits of humiliation floating through her system, Mikaela couldn't shake off just how sweet it was to see (Y/N) interact with someone like that—especially someone like her boyfriend. They were clearly in love, that much she could tell.

"Oh my god," Bria said, whipping her head around to look at Mikaela with horror stricken eyes.

"What?" Mikaela asked, taken aback at the sudden urgency in Bria's voice. Was another person they had lusted over to their partner, about to round the corner?

"I have to see him again tomorrow," Bria whined, "And, (Y/N)'s probably going to tell him what we said."

At that thought, Mikaela really hoped her sister would overstay her welcome tonight—give her a reason to stay in bed and leave Bria to her appointment alone.

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this is the first time im trying out this kind of pov so I really hope everyone like it! thank you sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and please lmk if you have any ideas you want to share!

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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cuddling with zb1 ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i have nothing to say other than these are so cute im giggling n kicking my feet

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"do you really need to be attached to me for the whole movie?" you asked, chuckling at the way your boyfriend, jiwoong, had entangled your limbs together while getting comfortable for your weekly movie night. he only smiled, pulling a blanket over your bodies as he pressed play on the movie you had decided on.

"i like to be comfy, is that a crime y/n?" he teased, the opening credits acting as background noise for his whining. "it is when you fall asleep in the first half of the movie every time." you pouted, contrasting the way you grabbed his hand to throw over your stomach. he let out a huff at the accusation. "i do not!"

fast forward 20 minutes and your boyfriend was out cold, head resting on your shoulder as he let out quiet, even breaths. eventually the ending credits had started rolling and you reached for the remote to turn the tv off, when you felt jiwoong stir awake next to you. a yawn escaped his lips as he noticed the credits scrolling past, "that movie was really good." he smiled, rubbing his eyes.

"jiwoong, you fell asleep like 20 minutes in." the embarrassment came over his face almost immediately, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. "well the one playing on the back of my eyelids was fantastic."

zhang hao ;

"your hair smells nice," zhang hao mumbled, tightening his grasp on your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest. you chuckled at the random compliment, "thank you love," your hand came to rest on top of his on your waist, enjoying the warmth radiating off of his body.

you could tell he was getting sleepy, his grip relaxing and his breathing slowing, but that didn't stop him from letting his thoughts flow past his lips. "you're perfect, in every way, i don't think you hear that enough." you were thankful he couldn't see the blush rising to your face, because you were sure by now you were a deep shade of red. he complimented you all the time, but he especially liked to when he was sleepy and pressed against you. "you're too nice to me hao."

"i'm serious," his words slurring the longer he stayed awake, "you are so amazing and i am so proud of you," his words were dragging out longer and longer as he went on, but that didn't stop him. "never forget that." you squeezed his hand, "i won't love, and the same goes for you.

he hummed in contentment, satisfied with your acceptance as he let the sleepiness take over his body, unbeknownst to you. "i love you hao." you mumbled, getting radio silence from the boy. he fell asleep. taking it as a sign to drift off yourself, knowing you were in his arms made it that much easier.

hanbin ;

"stop it~" hanbin whined in between in between fits of laughter, "it tickles." you had your boyfriend pinned under your arm as you peppered kisses over his burning cheeks, loving the sound of his laughter too much to stop. and when he was as pretty and cute as he was, how could you not shower him with affection? only settling down when your arm was getting sore from holding all your weight, collapsing into his side.

you found yourself in the crook of his neck, lips merely inches from his neck with your arms caging him in. these times were your favorites, just getting to be close and affectionate with the boy you wish to never be apart from. at some point hanbin had started mumbling nonsense while you pressed light kisses to the exposed skin on his neck, giving mumbled responses every now and then against his skin.

"sounds like you had a busy day," you whispered, doodling imaginary shapes on his stomach as you listened to him ramble, getting a hum in response before he rested his head on top of yours. "this makes it all worth it though," he giggled, cheeks still flushed from earlier, his ears matching with a similar shade of red.

you couldn't stop the smile from appearing on your face at your boyfriend's cute actions, "glad to be of help."

matthew ;

"morning sleepyhead," you ruffled your freshly awoken boyfriend's hair, smiling at his half asleep state, getting a groan in return as he pulled you closer to his chest; your head resting on him while his arm was wrapped around you, starting to play with your hair.

since meeting matthew, you had become somewhat of a morning person, and this was why; loving the way it felt to be completely engulfed in his scent and presence, his sleepy morning rambles and the way you could hear his heart beating in his chest. it was perfect, he was perfect.

"how'd you sleep darling?" he finally had awoken enough to form words, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "not too bad," you answered simply, getting a similar reply from the boy when you returned the question. "we should get up shouldn't we?" he asked, already knowing the answer but not quite ready to face it.

"probably," a sigh escaped your mouth as you nuzzled into matthew's chest, too comfortable and warm to think about the cold world outside of your blankets. "but it can wait."

taerae ;

after a long day, you and your boyfriend taerae had found yourselves finally winding down for the evening, resting on the couch with some tv show that you both found mildly entertaining playing quietly on the tv; but you weren't focused on that, more so enjoying the melody your boyfriend was humming.

it seemed every day was a new song with him, whether an original melody he didn't want to forget or a popular tune that frequented his playlists, he always had something playing in his head. with your head nuzzled in his neck you could occasionally feel the vibrations against your skin which was surprisingly relaxing, and exactly what you needed at the end of the day.

"what song it that?" you questioned, humming the tune back to yourself, "it doesn't sound familiar." you trailed off, trying to flip through every song you knew he loved lately. he smiled wide, not realizing how much attention you had been paying to him, "it's something i've been working on at the studio," he smiled, "i could sing you a bit, if you'd like."

listening to taerae sing was one of your favorite activities, his sweet voice made you feel at home in some sense, and it always put you in a good mood, so who were you to pass up the offer. "please do."

ricky ;

for most, moments in silence are awkward, some even opting to use the word suffocating, but that was never the case with you and your boyfriend ricky. you loved moments like now, the sun rising in the sky as he had his hand firmly on your waist. no words spoken, just enjoying each other's presence.

every once in a while ricky would drag his finger along your exposed skin, sometimes tracing shapes that you liked to try and guess; most of the time it was little hearts, which made you blush like no other, but you'd never tell him you knew. that was your little secret.

it wasn't often that you two showed affection out in public, not really a fan of pda and you were sure your friends weren't either, so you really cherished these moments, getting to be affectionate and vulnerable with him behind closed doors.

"hi," he finally broke the silence with a simply greeting, leaving a smile to appear on your face as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, smiling into the kiss. "good morning ricky."

gyuvin ;

something that everyone noticed about your boyfriend on first glance was how tall he was, and sure, that was great, but they've never had to deal with his long limbs with nowhere to fit them. this morning was like most, gyuvin laying on his stomach, an arm and a leg lazily thrown over your much smaller frame, rendering you trapped.

you couldn't complain much, you loved having him there and loved feeling his presence, you didn't even get annoyed with his incessant kisses most of the time. but at some point you had to get up, against your boyfriend's wishes, of course.

"gyu, we can't lay in bed forever." your comment earned a pout and a sigh from him, and you could already sense the whining tone about to lace his next words. "but why not~" he dragged out, hoping it would convince you, "i think the bed would get very lonely without us."

the laugh that erupted from your chest was louder than you thought, your hand coming to cover your mouth only to be stopped by gyuvin's arm across your chest. "five more minutes." you sighed, knowing you weren't going to win this fight anytime soon, "five more minutes."

gunwook ;

"i'm so lucky to have you," gunwook giggled, throwing his arm lazily over your waist as you laid face to face in bed. the boy always got very talkative in these times, rambling on and on praising you and showering you with affection; he had always been one to show his love with words, and you couldn't help but smile every time.

"i could say the same wookie," your thought interrupted by a yawn escaping your lips as you brought your hand up to move a few stray hairs out of his face, watching the way he leaned into your touch. you were fighting to keep your eyes open by this point, but gunwook was perfectly content admiring you in your sleepy state, much preferring your pretty face to the back of his eyelids.

his hand started rubbing your side lightly, helping you drift off further, "get some sleep y/n." he smiled, knowing you could use the rest as another yawn came from your mouth. "you should sleep too gunwook," your eyes were long shut now, simply feeling around for your boyfriend.

you couldn't see the smile that plastered his face, but it was one of the biggest, "don't worry about me, goodnight pretty."

yujin ;

"i'm so tired," you whined, throwing your bag to the floor as you walked into your boyfriend yujin's bedroom, getting a smile and head tilt as he ushered you over. "we could always take a nap," he smiled, moving over for you to sit next to him. "we don't have to go out with gyuvin hyung for another few hours."

you pondered the idea for a moment, weighing the pros and cons even though you knew you would cave in for the idea regardless, "i think that's one of your best ideas yet." you moved down on the bed to get more comfortable, yujin following suit. "should we set an alarm?" you asked, turning to face the boy.

"we have hours, we'll be fine." he said matter-of-factly, smiling as his hand dragged down your arm, stopping at your hand as he linked pinkies with you. before you knew it you had fallen asleep and were subsequently waking up to the incessant ringing of yujin's phone, the time displaying 8:09pm, an hour after you were meant to meet gyuvin, who had left 12 missed called.

"yujin, wake up," you shook the boy awake, getting a groggy unintelligible response from the boy before you filled him in, simply getting a shrug. "i guess we were really tired, huh?" a small laugh left his lips, causing you to giggle at the incident. "it was well-deserved rest."

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everythingsbetterunderthestars · 10 months

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HEARTSTOPPER S2 SPOILERS BELOW

None of my friends were able to watch season 2 yet and I need to externalise my feelings somewhere so hello osemanverse tumblr

(There will be no specific order to these thoughts and I will probably forget a thousand things I wanted to say but oh well)

THE PARENTS THIS SEASON I AM LOVING THAT WE GET TO SEE MORE OF THEM ESPECIALLY OLIVIA COLMAN AAAAHH and tao’s mom omg their scenes were everything this season

Also Taoelle <333333 finally

TORI TORI TORI TORI TORI TORI TORI

Naomi and felixxxx I love them so much

JAMES !!!!!!! AND ISAAC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Also did anyone else notice loveless in the background when they talk things through in the library??)

Ive recently become obsessed with Radiohead because of one of my friends so I really loved the moment with little Charlie and Tao

Just so much queer joy it was beautiful

TARA AND DARCY AND STRUGGLING BUT MANAGING TO COMMUNICATE IN THE END ALSO THE BALANCE BETWEEN CRAZY FUNNY WHIMZY AND DARCY’S FAMILY PROBLEMS I AM UNWELL ANDDDD THE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SCENE

Prom was so adorable aaaaaahhh

The outfits ??????!! 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Also I am absolutely gonna listen to this season’s songs on repeat they were AMAZING and it was so satisfying to hear some that I already knew (plus seven is the only Taylor song I like so it felt extra special and I remember Alice saying in an Instagram story that that song was very Tara/Darcy bf’zodjdkksjf) AND BABY QUEEN I ALMOST FAINTED WHEN I SAW HER AT THE PROM

Also I need you all to know how much like Isaac I am about books. (Also I’m so proud of him aaaaahhh my baby)

The teachers. You agree.

The diner scene was so iconic

Obsessed with the Ben apology scene and Charlie’s reaction

Also is that an Imogen/Sahar thing i sense coming?? Or maybe cool female friendship development im not picky that would be awesome too (ngl though im kinda starting to ship them now)

Oh yes Imogen this season aaahh that was a rollercoaster but I’m so proud of her slay queen

Well that’s all I can think of for now :) all in all I loved this season even more than the first one even though I have no idea how that’s possible but yes I will definitely rewatch it and soon

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thedirtybeanlife · 1 year

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task force 141 member hc's

~how they show their love for you~

johnny 'soap' mactavish

constantly needs to be touching you

whether it be holding your hand or fully laying on top of you

whines and pouts when you're busy doing stuff around the house because he can't hold you in his arms

brings back small pebbles from every mission he goes on and puts them in a giant clear vase by your guys' front door

it's overflowing

you're going to need to buy a new vase soon

calls you the most random pet names and nicknames.

referred to you as 'my maple tree' once

he refused to elaborate

an amazing cook

he could probably put gordon ramsey to shame with some of his dishes

cooks you dinner nearly every night when he's home

loves to cook together with music playing in the background

many dance breaks that involve him spinning you around violently ensue

sometimes you have to sit down and recover so you don't hurl

fan of the classic 'holding you from behind while you cook' move

does it every chance he gets just to feel you melt into him

simon 'ghost' riley

this poor poor man

he loves you so much, he really does

but he's scared to love you so he has a hard time showing it

he wants nothing more than to cuddle with you on the couch, or swing your hands in between your bodies as you walk down the street together

it takes months and months for him to feel comfortable enough to just come up behind you in the bathroom and warm his arms around you

his face shoved itself into the crook of your neck and you let it happen, happiness flooding through your veins as he makes the first move for once

'im proud of you' you'd whisper, placing a kiss to the top of his head

the longer you're together the more he opens up

eventually he gets just as handsy as soap, if not more

he makes you tiny wooden figurines of your favorite animals when he's stationed somewhere and he's not working

after years of praising him, it becomes his favorite way to show how much he loves and cares for you.

will now praise you for every tiny thing you do

cooked a really good dessert?

"so proud of how good you did, love."

simply put his used dinner plate in the sink for him?

"I love you so much, beautiful."

it's safe to say you are never not flustered around him.

even after years of being together

kyle 'gaz' garrick

major gift giver

spoils you any chance he gets

will frequently take you out to malls and let you buy practically anything you desire

loves watching the fashion shows you have in dressing rooms

picks out clothes he think would be cute on you

takes you on many fancy dinner dates

half of your closet is full of nice dresses for such occasions

loves having you sit on his lap so he can run his hands along your warm skin

hates pda (other than light kisses and hand holding ofc)

loves to take off your jewelry and shoes off after a long day

runs baths for you both

it's his favorite way to unwind for the the day

washing your hair and seeing your relaxed face is his favorite part

playfully bullies and insults you

all day

every. day.

he's relentless

but you love him so you put up with it <3

John Price

gives you practically every shirt he owns

loves watching how the fabric swallows you

major thigh man

obsessed with your thighs

his hands are never not touching them

his favorite way to sit on the couch is laying in between your legs with his head between your thighs

especially during football (⚽️)

he says it 'helps him concentrate'

loves to braid your hair

his mom taught him when he was young and he now does it for you every night before bed

a very domestic man

he always puts you first, no matter what

buys you your favorite large dog breed so there's something to protect you when he's working

buys an iphone so he can facetime you when not home

has no idea how it works

accidentally plays your driving playlist at full blast

doesn't know how to make it stop

"gaz how the bloody hell do i turn this thing off?"

cuddles with this man are immaculate

you're the only person who is allowed to raid his cigar box

thinks you looks adorable puffing on it, pretending your him

can't help but shower you in kisses anytime he sees you with one hanging from the side of your mouth

#xreader #fanfiction #simon ghost riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john price x reader #call of duty mw2 #x reader #fanfic #headcanon

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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hi emmy! congrats on the milestone!! (im sorry for being late 😔) u deserve so much more love <3!! i feel rlly proud for u, even tho i started following u not long ago :) i can feel u being sincere with everybody which is rlly cool! :D and i wanted to do 27 from your prompt list and 4 from the second list on hugs w/ tsukki :) i hope u have a great day and stay healthy and take care!! -anon :)

YOURE SO SWEET, THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS 🥺💖

Honestly I want this to be a place where anyone feels welcome to poke around, so to kinda hear that you get that vibe really does mean the most. ALSOO my first Tsukki piece!! Hope I didn’t do him dirty!!

27 “I swear, I’m not scared”

4 Hugs “Comforting”

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“Are you sure-”

“Yup. I am perfectly fine with this circumstance.”

Despite your quivering words and tense shoulders, your eyes never leave the screen. Seems to be mistake, as instantly, the monster portrayed in the film hides just in the background, barely in sight. Kei rolls his eyes while yours absolutely refuse to leave the monster that lingers without being noticed by the protagonists.

Next to you, an equally scared but exponentially enthralled Yachi, on the floor are the other three third years who shout at the stupidity of the characters on screen.

Movie nights have always been a tradition, especially on Halloween; like hell you were going to disrupt the fun.

Not like you were scared or anything.

“If you’re scared, I can ask Tadashi to-”

“I swear, I’m not scared,” you hiss. Your body betrays you, as your finger nails dig at your cuticles, anxiously scanning for the monster the movie finally has panned away from.

“But what if it’s real?” Hinata says, popping some gummy bears in his mouth.

“What if what’s real?” Kageyama asks back.

“Like, what if you were killed in any rage? Do you think you would come back as one of those?” Hinata’s finger nudges at the screen, referring to the horrors as if they’re not fake.

“You keep talking and I’m gonna kill you in a fit of rage,” Kageyama snaps, and a few feet away, Tadashi snickers.

“If I come back as one of those demons, I’m gonna haunt you so bad!”

Next to him, Kei hears you whimper, and he lets out a snarl at the idea of the others making you afraid.

“That’s enough,” Kei finally snaps. “Shut the hell up, or we’re leaving.”

“What’s the matter?” Hinata teases. “You scaaaared we’re gonna haunt you?”

You look away, embarrassed. If looks could kill, Hinata would be buried by Kei’s.

“You already haunt my everyday life, that’s horrific enough.”

Finally, a quiet falls back over the group, engrossed in the rising tension. You look like you’re completely settled in rigor mortis, and you look so scared he thinks you could puke straight onto Yamaguchi’s rug.

With a deep inhale through his nose, sucking up his pride, Kei wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. You make a small, confused noise at the sudden affection, and he noses at your hairline.

“Kei? What’re you-”

“I’m scared,” he says simply, though there’s a total calm in his voice. He conceals you slightly in his frame, the flashing on screen dimmed in his hoodie fabric. “Hate this shit, but I know you want to finish it, so I’m just gonna... hold you.”

An overly wordy, but extremely soothing “I know your stubborn ass doesn’t want to leave, so I’ll keep your cover.”

You blink, surprised at the gentleness in his voice, but you decide to curl against him adoringly, melting in the comforting embrace, the friends scattered around you two being none the wiser to the chatter between you both.

You press an soft kiss to his jawline, feeling immensely better in the bulk of his arms. Your eyes gently flutter close and you take selfish inhales of his scent, mumbling a soft “thank you,” into the meat of his bicep. He nods and settles back down for his own physical comfort, the whole group gasping out as another scare plagues the air surrounding you both.

The scare fades, and you feel your breathing even out as you rest against your boyfriend, mind at ease and-

“Ohhhhh, I get it! Tsukishima wasn’t scared, but-”

There’s a sudden thump and a pained whine from Hinata, quickly then followed by “don’t kick me, Suckishima!” Your laughter gets muffled in the hoodie, mingled only with the other laughter from the other boy, Yachi quickly asking if the middle blocker was okay.

Definitely a tradition.

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cherrysodabear · 27 days

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💎Kyanite💎

#alien oc #monster oc #oc #original character #my art #cherrysodabear #AYEEE KYANITE IS HEREEE #tbh another design im proud of BAHAH #theyre just so cool..#the tattoos on their body is always fun to draw on #especially their back one #even if its rare to show off 😭#im really proud how the background looks #just the whole underwaterness of it is good like yeah thats nice uwu

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i saw ur post on how there isnt rlly a big arab figure, and wow like. i think that if i had been younger and saw just one or two arab people on tv in a positive way, it would have helped me a LOT. like yeah. There ISNT a big singer or character or actor or model that’s arab. And now im sitting here wondering how many kids are going to be sitting and watching tv and just blocking out their arab heritage and culture because then they wouldnt be like their favorite singer or wtver.

Exactly. Exactly exactly exactly. I’ve full chest said this before, but I wasn’t always as attached to my Arab heritage as I am now. I actually grew up pretty distant from it all around, and it’s only in recent years that I started making a concerted effort to delve into it. And I can’t even blame it on my mom tbh, like I grew up in a lax household that allowed for ample self-expression. It was always the outside world that would make a little Arab girl like me question the worth of her ethnic roots—especially when Arabs are painted as terrorists at worst and as monocultural heathens at best where I’m from (hint: the USA). There is so much to unpack w being raised American but being ethnically Iraqi!! Because that means I literally hail from two countries!! A country that’s thirsty and a country that’s on fire!! But that’s a whole other loaded topic I could write a separate dissertation on.

I’d always have toxic thought loops like “I don’t look Arab enough” “I’m not religious but all the Arab girls I know are Muslim” on and on and on. And like I said in that ask, there was never an Arab American A lister for me to kind of have a frame of reference w. This is specifically an Arab issue too I feel like, bc a lot of brown people do have that star-studded figure to look up to growing up. We do not.

It’s kind of why I decided to be that for myself. I don’t need a cool Arab girl celebrity who’s into fashion or music. I’ll be that. I don’t need an Arab academia girl character. I’ll be that too. There’s no such thing as not looking Arab enough bc Arabs are so diverse. It’s okay that I’m not religious bc Arab culture is not solely defined by religion, and even if it were Arabs are not a hive mind and everyone engages w their culture in vastly different ways (which is okay!! It doesn’t make me any less Arab). I’ll literally just discard other people’s preconceived notions and trailblaze my own path!! I’ll be my own Arab girl representation. I refuse to fit myself into any preexisting mold. I like what I like and the rest just falls into place.

I think that’s why I’ve been so vocal about my Iraqi heritage lately… I’m literally healing my relationship w my roots in real time. Even advocating for Palestine is feeding into that in major ways. It’s legit all coming together for the first time in my life. Now I’m so proud to be Arab—to be Iraqi—that the idea that anyone could shame me for it is as incredulous as it is hilarious. Iraq is literally called the Cradle of Civilization & you want to make me feel BAD for being Arab… for being Iraqi… it’s just impossible bc I can’t imagine myself being anything else. I’m so content to have my multicultural background and to be who I am. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

It’s also cool that I have people following me, that they could also be exposed to diverse facets of Arab culture bc of that, but tbh a lot of this is also purely for me. I want the Iraq tag to be flooded w beautiful Iraqi poetry and beautiful Iraqi art and beautiful Iraqi cinema as I familiarize myself w Iraqi culture more and more, bc there’s so much more to it than the Iraqi War stats that pop up when you look it up on here.

I’m a 21 year old girl AND I’m Arab. That’s literally double the self-discovery to work through. Fortunately I think I’m finally cultivating a strong sense of self, so I really don’t think anything anyone has to say could deter me from my path (whether it be in terms of reconnecting w the beauty of my Arab heritage or legit just growing into my own). It’s not always perfect by any means, but I’ve made so much headway. And absolutely nothing could take away from that.

#I had a LOT of thoughts on this but thank u for giving me the opportunity to rly unravel this anon <3 <3 <3 #I still have a lot of things to go to therapy for lmao but suppressing my Arab roots is absolutely one thing I’ll never have to talk about #the confused Arab girl who was disconnected from her heritage is DEAD give me all the Iraqi history books I want to devour them all #ask #arab tag

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wasyago · 8 months

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Dear Wasyago,

Strange, I have always thought it was spelled as Wasayago. But recently I've realized, I can't read very well.

I want to send appreciation today, to you.

You've taught me a lot about art. You've taught me a lot how to draw certain things, and you have opened my eyes to new perspective of art, ever since I started following you. Colours are brighter, I experiment more, I can see a specter of visuals that was previously hidden from me. It's like gaining shrimp colors.

Your art feels like an art classroom. There's sun pouring in from the windows, and there's tree leaves in front of them. Every time you come in you see different art projects. Paints add on to the tables, that will never scrub off again. There's dirty cups with paint water, and brushes, in the sink. It's lunch break, and there's people here. Some are just doing their math homework right before class, some are working on their sculpture, some are picking out paints, some are working on their new piece, on a fresh canvas. And it is so alive.

Your art feels so alive. Like the leaves, the people, the stains. It's really nice to see, every single time you post, how lovingly you bring a character into the world (My favorite so far is that one doodle of Modern au Gillion eating noodles, I have it in my favorites gallery).

I would like to see some unfinished, maybe forever to be so, doodles that you weren't especially proud of. We'll love it all.

Respectfully,

Marcus Bloodsmith

oh, thank you so much, this is so sweet qwq

im happy to know that you feel this way about my art, and im glad i could help you with some advice! it feels a bit weird to show unfinished or scrapped art under such a nice message, but yeah why not. and its funny that you mentioned the gillion eating noodles one, because its also one of the pieces that i really didn't like and didn't want to post hdgsh. i dont have that many unfinished drawings left because i delete or redraw most of them, but i have a couple that might be fun to share... and i guess it's gonna be a long post bc i wanna tell a little about each one or at least name them.

there's this art of chip, the first time i properly tried to figure out a way to draw him back when i just started listening. redrew this piece later, kept the sketch on the left, but the right one i changed completely because i didn't like the vibe this one has.

there's this attempt at redesigning caspian after i found out he was a water genasi, plus the first version of that art of caspian, pretzel and gill. this design didn't feel "caspian" enough, it looked too soft and kind where i wanted him to be more layed back and chill and sarcastic and with a bit of an edge. redrew both pieces later. the underwater drawing also has an unfinished background in this version, i added some fishies later so it didn't feel that empty.

some random sketch of gillion to show off how the lightning scars look on his face and neck. i quite like it, but it didn't really fit in the post with three proper drawings and one sketch so i decided to scrap it.

there's this drawing where i tried to figure out how the capital of the undersea looked like. i really didn't know where i was going with it and didn't have a good idea when i started drawing, so its a mess of things with nothing to really focus on. i tried to add a character on it later to breathe some life into it, but it didn't work out since i didn't focus it on the character from the beginning. plus i don't like how the colors turned out, and the entire concept of the environment feels weak and boring to me. i still want to draw more concepts of the undersea and try a couple other ideas, but probably at a later date...

the first version of whatever try it was to design gill's armor. (fun fact, i have more armor designs scheduled for tomorrow). this one i redrew almost immediately, i really didn't like how it turned out and how the legs were cut off and it looked so messy with no real accent point or personality. plus the smaller copy of the drawing in the corner just didn't look good. im not exactly proud of the redrawn version either (that's why i did another one yesterday lol), but im glad i redrew it anyway, it looks a lot better than this one.

the first sketch of that one gillion drawing. i couldn't figure out the colors for it for so long and wanted to drop the idea entirely. but i left it to sit for a couple hours and eventually got the motivation to come back to it and finish it. for most of the illustration pieces i did for jrwi there were multiple versions, where i just didn't like the first one and redrew the whole thing with a different composition and colors. didn't save any of those drawings tho...

this drawing of jay but with green wings and a slightly different color shirt. it was actually the first version of this drawing, and i changed the colors to blue later. wanted to post both of them side by side but then decided against it. that's why this drawing survived and was properly saved and not just deleted.

more recent attempts at designing the chaingel. i like the concept, and the pose in the second sketch is pretty badass, but the execution is just not there. it doesn't feel right, doesn't have the right kind of vibe that this character gives off. so im sure i will try and draw her later when i figure out what's missing and how to show her personality in the way it feels in my head. but these two sketches were never going to see the light of day, so now they're here.

aand this is it, this is everything that wasn't deleted in the past month for one or another reason. i feel like im more chill with deleting and redrawing things, so a lot of initial sketches and concepts never get saved or seen by anyone. im also on mobile so i can attach only ten files lol. not that it matters, the last two were just random figure drawings for warm up, not much to talk about.

#very sorry to the tagging anon but im not tagging this as jrwi. this is just nothing.#yagotalk

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romancingdaffodils · 1 year

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i know you literally just did my request like yesterday however another idea came (cum) to me . write this whenever you feel like it love u SO! you know what football games are like in most households. cheeky pint of beer and whatnot. how about there's like a big football game going on and most of the boys are going over to like ash's house and wilbur invited you over to watch it with them and the entire time wilbur is just very loud and drunk but the minute he notices you're like overwhelmed or something he instantly goes all sweet and soft. like he'll turn to you, give your hand a quick kiss and say like "are you alright? are we being too loud? we can go home if you want?" and it's just wholesome fluffy fluff because we loveeeeeee himmmm thank youu

Football, with friends.

part of the PaP au :)

RHANKS JADE LOVE U SM THIS REQUEST WAS SUPER FUN TO WRITE AND TOTALLY RELATABLE i’m not happy u made me not have reader as a spurs fan it would’ve been funny

artist!wilbur x reader as always

1.1k words super cute

mentions of alcohol, and anxiety but apart from that pure fluff!!!!!

wikbur is a cute boyfriend :)

it’s so bewildering you guys are loving this series so much it’s rlly cool and i’m so happy and proud and all of those positive words

England games. Arguably, the worst, and best 90 minutes of your life. You hated, and adored them. Wilbur had invited you over to Ash’s to watch one, you’d accepted obviously. It’d been just over ten months since you’d met Wilbur, seven and a bit months of you being officially together. You loved every second. You liked his friends, all the ones you had met anyway. What you hadn’t realised about Ash’s get together was everyone would be there; all of Lovejoy, Tom and most of Wil’s uni friends. You’d met them all individually, but never in a big group. Never watching football. You tried to push away any anxiety as you ran down to your now boyfriend’s car, he’d arrived to pick you up a few minutes ago. He honked his horn as he looked over to you, smiling like a maniac. “IM COMING, IM COMING!” you shouted in response, you quickly opened the door and hopped in.

“Hi dove.”

“Hi Wil.”

“Are you excited?”

“We’re going to lose.”

He laughed, looking at you. He gave your thigh a light squeeze, a soft sign of ‘oh well’. He turned his body to watch out the back window, arm on your seat to support himself. You watched the muscles in his arm shift, he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He knew it drove you crazy, he thought it was sweet. “It’ll be fun, promise. We got cider just for you.” he said, foot pushing on the accelerator as he drove - you had left your flat’s parking.

“Beer is gross-“

“-Unless you’re drunk. That’s why we have cider, Tom said he’d drink it with you.”

“I feel like a child now.”

He laughed once more, so did you. Ash’s place wasn’t too far, you arrived in about ten minutes. And so, the chaos began.

The match hadn’t even started yet, you were all squashed onto a too small couch. Wilbur had sat you in the corner, his and your own knees pressed together and his arm wrapped around you. Everyone had already started drinking, the room felt a bit like a pub. Hot, and sticky - with football playing in the background.

Wil wasn’t really one for parties, especially when he had to drive. Although, the two of you had decided you’d drive home, whilst in the car, so he could enjoy the time with his friends. He’d been reluctant to agree to that, but you just wanted him to have fun. He’d sit off in a corner - probably clinging to you - whilst telling everyone little facts. However, he could get into football. You were sat in a room with mostly men, watching football. You could celebrate, get into the game, scream at the ref, even. But, Jesus Christ. Being in such close quarters to loads of guys watching an England game was almost like hell.

70 minutes, you were winning 2-1. They just got louder and louder, you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed. You felt sick. The smell of beer really wasn’t helping the nausea. Your face had contorted into an anxious look, your leg started to bounce.

Wil noticed, he hadn’t noticed right away, but he had now. He wasn’t exactly sober, the second he saw your worried state his mind flipped. “Hey.” he whispered, voice no longer loud and boyish. It was sweet, genuine, and extraordinarily calming. His mouth was just above your ear as he whispered. “You alright, dove?” he questioned, hand rubbing up, and down your waist. “We being too loud?” he added, moving away your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“Yeah. It’s loud.” you whispered back, turning your head to face him. His chocolatey eyes reflected concern, rather than their usual mischief.

“We can go home, if you’d like?” he offered, resisting the urge not to scowl over at his friends for upsetting his lovely sweetheart.

“Nono, it’s okay, don’t want to ruin your night.” you replied, smiling over at him. You had calmed down a bit, although your leg continued to bounce. Your eyebrows remained furrowed together too. Wil frowned and turned his head.

“Hey. Guys, I completely forgot I have a client I need to call. I’m really sorry. Y/n and I will have to head off now, can’t believe i forgot about this sale.” he said, speaking louder to get his friend’s attention. They all looked at him, Joe raised his eyebrow. He didn’t say anything though, you were grateful, you felt so incredibly guilty. Wil didn’t seem like he minded, he stood up and held his hand out for you. You took it, legs feeling a little shaky after how overwhelmed you had been. Waves, goodbyes and handshakes were exchanged as you left Ash’s. Each day you grew more grateful you had met Wilbur.

You sat down in his car, taking a deep breath. He was looking at you, his hand resting on your thigh. “You alright, love?” he asked, his voice thick ,and sweet - as always. You nodded in response, hands on the wheel. You were calming down, you just needed a little push.

“Wil, can you- can you, um, tell me about what you’re working on right now. You’re painting.” you said, looking at him. Obviously, the whole situation had left you a little shaken. His voice was a distraction from the guilt, and anxiety.

“Yeah, ‘course I can. It’s a nice one. Not as nice as your portraits. But, still.” he said, smiling at you. You smiled back. “It’s a garden, y’know the butterfly garden in the park. Yeah? That one. Actually, funnily enough dove, you took the picture that’s my reference. Strange that, isn’t it?” he spoke, something so soft and delicate about his voice. His hand ran up, and down the length of your thigh, you took comfort in the repeated action. His eyes never left your face, reading your emotions like an open book. “Bit overwhelming, love?” he asked, tone soft once again.

“Yeah. I feel terrible though, you didn’t have to leave. Have I ruined your night?”

“Not in the slightest, any time I spend with you is time well spent. You couldn’t ruin anything, ever. Let’s go home then, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yours or mine?”

“Wherever you’d like.”

“Mines a mess at the moment.”

“To mine then.” he replied. Both of you had whispered that conversation, small smiles on your faces. Wilbur had decided that he needed to ask you to move in with him, soon. Very soon.

#artist!wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #wilbur soot #i lobe them #please help #artistbur #wilbur soot fanfiction

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faggotwalkwithme · 4 months

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that time of year... (the layout is horrendous on purpose btw i thoguht it would be funny.)

ramblings below the cut again :]

january - jonmartin fanart,,,, i remember how much fun i had drawing this specifically their outfits :DD i still think its decent and i think its the piece i have with the most notes, which im grateful for but also like why

february - scenemo bingo and goth punk bluey fanart because i was awesome. i actually had my birthday (which was also that month) goth bluey themed. i think the art itself is kind of mid now especially bingo but the concept is awesome and more people should see my vision

march - i had no full art pieces :((((( so this is a jarthur doodle where they hold hands after arthur did something DIFFICULT!! i think its pretty cute. but it is just a doodle. sigh.

april - ASH WILLIAMS ?!?!?!?!?i think this is pretty cool tho the colours r kind of muted im a fan of the blood and the grey streak ... <3

may - self portrait of me for the malevolent zine 'this too shall pass'. im actually pretty happy with it, its so cute!

june - floorshow brad majors fanart. i was sooo gay. i am gay. im proud of it except for the face and background to be honest. i still get notes on it today and its really funny cuz its just other people being gay. happy with it

july - OLD MAN ASH WILLIAMS ?!?!?!?!?!? i remember i was watching ash vs evil dead and felt a little bit too homosexual and needed to get it out of my system. keep in mind this was still before i was insane about evil dead. i frankly think the body and the background suck ass and this drawing is BAD👎

august - laura palmer painting number 1. really quite happy with this. i like her a lot. just not so happy with the background, i think i couldve done it better. (i was trying to make it so that you could see the waiting room peeking out from cracks in the wall but that wasnt obvious and was just kind of stupid so like whateverrrr).

september - laura palmer painting number 2. i actually prefer this one, i put more work into it than the first one? it might not look as good but i was more independent with the colour picking and was doing a lot more of the reference from eye. i also think it looks prettier and i like how the hair turned out :))

october - this was a busy month for me so this is just a cringetober piece. self insert. me as an s-mart employee. UM.anyway.s. i think its cute but definitely my weakest piece on here apart from maybe the bluey art. woah wait i just realised i appear twice on this thing

november - dale cooper painting!!! im really happy with this i think it turned out really nice and pretty and that i captured how angelic he looks in that scene :)) im especially proud of the eyes.

december - ASH WILLIAMS X3?!?!?!?!?!!??!? this is pretty cute. literally judt drew it likke 2 day ago. hes cute

#shut up mars #art #fanart #the magnus archives #bluey #malevolent #evil dead #the rocky horror picture show #twin peaks #art summary

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bordonfreeman · 11 months

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Some screenshots of art I did for Ep 13!!!

More under the readmore for ✨️spoilers✨️

This was really fun to work on!! Later I might upload my hd versions instead of screenshots but it's late rn lol. Im especially proud of my backgrounds [that didn't really show up lol]

#art #drawing #illustration #welcome to Dreamworld #it feels weird not putting the fanart tag on this..

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bee-writes-spooky · 1 year

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Summary: A small 'What If' where Bob never really wanted to be a cannibal and eat somebody but eyes told him to, or like possessed him to do so. Now what happens if his s/o finds him in a bloody situation?

Warning: Blood, some gore(?), angst, death, mentions of cannibalism, drama.

A/N: Hopefully this was good. this plot came off of the top of my head and wrote it at 2 am — lemme know how it was! :) Prolly will rewrite this or sumn in the future.

It was late in the afternoon as you closed up your own shop. You had you're own business in town while your husband had his. He had insisted and proposed his idea of you and him working together side by side as owners many times but you always politely declined, wanting to continue your own business.

Being the understanding man that he was, of course he understood that you wanted to have your own work. But his offer still stands.

Locking the shop up, you sighed happily, ready to come home to Bob again.

With a smile, you walked through your usual route back home as you recalled recent memories of you and him. If you were being honest with yourself, Bob had been acting odd this week. He hadn't played with Lila or Jaune for a while like he used to do every afternoon break.

You were sure he hasn't even spoke to them for a while now. They had asked you about it this morning, sadness all over their face.

Bob had also been a bit distant, paranoid even.

You really did plan to ask him about it but things got in the way and whenever you did, he always shrugged your questions away like it was nothing.

A frown formed on your lips as you neared your house. You reached into your bag, searching for the key. As you finally found your key, you inserted it into the lock and unlocked the door.

And in it's result, it creaked open.

The familiar scent of your own home made it's way to your nose. You stepped inside and closed the door as you call out your husband's name.

“Bob?” You called. “Honey?”

No answer.

He isn't home.

You sighed heavily, placing your coat onto the coat hanger. Maybe you could make dinner for tonight while waiting for him? Maybe listen to some news to pass the timr?

With that, you went off to your kitchen, finding a radio to turn on. As soon as you found one, you began to make a favorite meal you and your husband loved as the man on the radio began to speak.

Chopping up the ingredients, your head was lost in space as you thought to yourself. The sounds of radio chattering had blended into the background.

What if Bob had gotten an extra shift? Or a sudden big order?

Or worse?

You shouldn't think about that. You caught yourself scratching at the thought.

Before you could fall even deeper into the well, your ears practically perked up at the radio's news;

“At the time of 5:33 pm, 4 people have gone missing this week. I repeat, 4 people. I request you all to keep yourselves tucked in your homes an-”

You gulped as you shut out the radio noise once again.

4? 4 people? You couldn't believe that. Everyone in this town knew each other's names. There's no way crimes like kidnapping or murder could be rising now.

Still, shaken in shock and fear, you decided to call Bob. Just to warn him.

Placing the knife down with the chopped ingredients, you washed your hands before walking over to a nearby phone.

You dialed his number and waiting for him to pick up. It went to voicemail.

'He must be busy,' you thought.

"Hey there, sweetheart, just wanted to call in to check up on ya. I was listening to the news today and just wanted to warn you that apparently four people have gone missing this week. Im just worried for our safety, especially yours, right now. Call me back soon, hun."

You tapped on the end call button before proceeding to go back to work.

9pm.

You were anxious. It had been roughly 3 to 4 hours. Bob was supposed to come through that door like a proud grills owner and maybe even scoop you up with a smooch.

You're anxiety had grew from extreme worry alongside the thought of the harsh reality that life bestows upon people had finally reached your husband.

The dinner you had prepared had already gone cold hours ago. There, sitting, in the dimly lit dining room as the moonlight shone through the gap between the two cream colored curtains that blocked most of the view of the window.

And yet not a piece of your meal had been touched.

No, you couldn't eat without Bob's warm presence. The sweet smile he gives you everytime you placed his plate in front of him even though he insist he'd cook.

You lost your appetite.

You then had decided to go look for him, you brought a flashlight, your phone, your coat and a scarf. It would be cold at this time of night.

Turning off the lights to your home, you stepped out of your home once more. The freezing air hit your face as you walked. You winced but kept your pace. The only thing that kept you going was your husband.

Familiar faces walked on the cold concrete sidewalks. Passing by without another thought. Some waved at you, maybe even shared a hello, but you only could nod or hum as you swallowed your pain.

Your eyes darted to the wedding ring on your finger as you scrunched your brows together in worry. Memories flowing back to you.

Soon, you finally hit the block the restaurant was built upon.

But — it was already closed.

True fear started rise within you. You could feel something in your throat. A breathy sigh escaped your lips. A misty fog in shape of your breath manifested due to the cold air.

Clang!

A loud metallic noise was heard from an alleyway just beside the restaurant.

If you weren't petrified with fear, you were now. In other times, you would have dismissed this as a cat or possibly some homeless guy going through junk. Either way, checking it out wouldn't be the first thing you would do.

Suddenly, you could hear soft cries. Maybe wails.

Hurt washed over you. Why?

... You hesitated ... Yet you did it anyway.

You called out.

"Hello?" Voice quivering from the cold and terror. "Anyone there? Bob?"

You didn't even wanna hear a reply. Or even another sound. Eyes darted towards the sky, capturing the bright moon above you as it shined down on you as you choose to step an inch forward towards the dark alley.

Ashort yet pained cry escaped a person's throat.

It called out to you. Almost asking for help — asking to confirm if you were really there.

"G..Gumdrop?" The sound of your fiance's voice and the use of your pet name immediately raised your heart rate. The feeling of relief washed over you. He wasn't dead, or missing.

You quickly ran into the corner, taking the flashlight out of your pocket. It was dark and you could barely see anything.

The flashlight clicked and the light beamed bright from it. You shined the light onto the direction ahead of you, too excited to see Bob again that why he was there in the first place hadn't registered in your mind yet.

"Bob, I—" The small smile on your face quickly turned into one that of pure horror. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly ajar as you stood in place. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Hand gripping tight on the flashlight as the other end of the glowing beam of light landed on Bob's kneeling figure, watching you.

He was towering over something — someone. Blood flowing close to where you stood. A gun by it's side on the ground.

The body had been missing an entire arm and a shoulder as they clearly died due to blood loss. It looked like it was ripped right off.

You saw him there, trembling, blood all over his face and hands of which he brought closer to his face, as if trying to hide himself from your gaze.

You should have been running! Backing away as you call him a monster. He killed somebody for Christ's sake!

But you saw the horrified look, the shock in his eyes. As if he was being forced to do something he didn't like. His once calming eyes had turned to one of bright cyan.

He mumbled out your name accompanied by many unintangible words of what you could assume was apologies.

Bob looked away, "A-Ahm sorry, gumdrop. It, It made me do it." His voice was filled with dread and regret. He wanted you to look away. "Ah.. couldn't control.."

He looked more terrorized than you. It made you want to just go to him and hug his figure to comfort him.

"Bob, Bob.. What- What happened?" Voice trembled and hands shook while you continue to scan his barely covered face, hoping he was telling the truth. Your feet were glued to the ground and yet you could feel your legs shake.

"Please, go." He pleaded. Bob looked at you, his hands moved away from his face.

You were mighty scared, yes, but you didn't follow his pleas. In fact, you did the exact opposite; you stepped closer. Your legs still felt wobbly but that's what your body thought was right at the time.

Bob shook, Why'd you come closer? More incoherent words fell out of his mouth.

You continued to come closer to him. Your face was filled with fear and worry. But that wasn't going to stop you now, was it?

"Gumdrop, please." He almost begged.

"No." You stood your ground. "I'm not going to leave you here.

Bob blinked in confusion. "Ah ate somebody.. ahm a monster."

"Not to me." You were at least four steps away from him, flashlight still in hand. The freezing air didn't bother you anymore, especially that you had something more important to tend to.

Bob looked away again, attempting to hide his bloody face from your eyes.

"Look at me." You ordered yet your tone was soft. He obliged. "If you were a monster, would you hurt me? Or anybody on purpose?"

You gulped at the question you gave him. Maybe you were too confident.

"No! Why would I ever hurt ya, gumdrop?" Bob's tone was filled with hurt. Why would you ever think that? Were you really that afraid of him? But how could you ever come back to him after what he's done?

"Then you're not a monster." You came to a conclusion. You were much closer to Bob now, about an arm's reach. "You're scared. You didn't want to do it."

Your lips trembled and your eyes pricked with tears. "There's an explanation and I know it. I might not understand it right now but I'm not going to stop loving you."

Your husband's eyes stared into yours. He was searching for a lie, a catch. That you were just playing with him.

But he couldn't find it.

He muttered something that you couldnt hear. You asked him to repeat himself.

"Even if Ahm like this?" His breath hitched.

"Even if You're like this." You're hand touched his shoulder, feeling the soft cloth of his red sweater, not minding the sticky blood on his torso and arms. You couldn't bare to leave him like this, in a dark place. Metaphorically and physically. You couldn't just run away and make his life worse.

Bob couldn't bare to lose you.

You coaxed him to stand up. You were going to help him, no matter how fucked up this is. Even if it means cleaning up the victim's body.

He obliged and stood up, returning to his full height as he looked down at you with doubt. His eyes were still of a cyan color. You're absolutely clueless but you know it wasn't his fault.

"Why?" Bob whispered to you. "Why didn't ya just go home, darlin'?"

You smiled sadly at him. "Home is where the heart is. And by God, Bob, it resides with you."

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