#can u tell i like color dodge

[leviscolwill]

love to hate me [smau]

pairing: jude bellingham x actress!reader [face claim: india amarteifio]

in which: your seemingly tumultuous relationship with jude bellingham piqued the internet's interest

note: as you can see i improvised the first interview as well as i could (my girl switched skin colors like crazy),, also i might write a pt2 if you enjoy this little story 🫶

now playing: love to hate me by blackpink (the album)

[now playing: WIRED autocomplete interview with y/n]

"so first question of this new board, 'is y/n friends with jude bellingham', umm we went to the same school and we have quite a few friends in common. but i wouldn't say we're friends, quite the opposite haha."

yn.onfilm

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yn.onfilm thank you for all the love on queen charlotte !! can't wait to tell you everything that's going on 🤭

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user55 start by telling us what's going on with jude babe

yn.onfilm so nosy and for what 🤨

user55 can you blame me girl 😞

user81 your username is literally so cool [liked by yn.onfilm]

judebellingham

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judebellingham rma debut on film 📸 #halamadrid

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yn.onfilm so obsessed with me it's crazy [this comment was deleted by the author]

yn.onfilm attention whore 👎 [this comment was deleted by the author]

user08 is the caption a y/n reference 🤭 ??

user91 did anyone else see y/n's comments orrr just me 👀 ?

user43 they're definitely beefing 💀

[now playing: y/n on queen charlotte, upcoming projects and her famous classmate for jimmy kimmel live]

"so you know i can't end the interview and not ask you about a classmate of yours ?"

you knew it was coming, of course you knew. but you also knew how to answer, just the way you rehearsed with your pr team.

"so tell us, is there any animosity between the two of you ?"

"no there's no bad blood at all, we just had a few childish arguments when we were younger, but that's all really. we both took different paths and i wish him well on his." you finished with a quick smile that anyone would believe to be sincere.

"well, that sets the record straight ! queen charlotte: a bridgerton story starring the beautiful y/n is now streaming on netflix."

judebellingham

soooo there's no bad blood between us ?

yn.onfilm

yk damn well what i meant

i'm sick of ppl bothering me with this

same goes for you

probably

judebellingham

i don't mind actually

can we meet up sometime when i'm back in england

yn.onfilm

????

are u okay

do you think i forgot abt how you spread lies behind my back ?

judebellingham

the guy was a dick anyway

if anything i helped you dodge a bullet

yn.onfilm

whoa

fuck off

judebellingham

yk i'm right

let's catch up

it's been a while

yn.onfilm is typing...

#how do we feel about this one ? #tell me what you think of this #or consequences #jude bellingham #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #football drabble #football one shot #football fanfic #football x reader #football imagine #football blurb #footballer imagine

[sturniozo]

Savage Love Part Seven

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

masterlist

“It was nice, he was a gentleman, I think I’m his girlfriend now, and-“

“Woah woah woah.” Emma interrupts me. “You’re his girlfriend now?”

“Yeah, actually I think he believed Ive been his girlfriend for a while.” I laugh softly.

“How? Why?”

“I’m not sure, this is confusing to me too.”

“I bet it has something to do with what happened that night. Did you find anything out?”

“No, he doesn’t talk much. He mostly asked me questions about my life and interests, and dodged almost all of my questions about him.”

“Did you learn anything new?”

“He’s too indecisive to pick a favorite color.” I laugh. “But honestly no, he’s too reserved. I did find out he lives with his brothers somewhere in New York. Somewhere close to the restaurant we ate at. His brother called him and asked him when he’d be home near the end of the night, and Matt told him it would only be around 10 minutes.”

“Well that’s something.” Emma says and she looks through the notes. “But so far, what we have is close to nothing!”

I sigh. “I know. But I still have almost three weeks left, that’s plenty of time to find more.”

“I guess. But with the rate you’re going I don’t think you’ll get actual confirmation on his status in the Mafia by the end of your deadline.”

I groan and lean back on the bed. “I don’t know what to do.”

Emma lays down next to me. “I can tell you what I would do.”

I turn to her. “What’s that?”

“Party.” She smiles and gets up from the bed. She walks to her closet and starts digging around the clothes while I sit up.

“Isn’t partying what got me into this situation in the first place?” I laugh.

“Don’t drink so much this time.” Emma replies and throws me clothes from her closet. “Put that on.” She tells me and goes back to digging through her closet.

“I can’t party.”

Emma laughs. “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel like it. I don’t enjoy it.”

“You don’t enjoy anything!” She whines. She looks at me with a pout. “Come on, please?”

I sigh. “Fine whatever. Where are we going?”

Emma looks at me with a bright smile. “Baxter’s new club on third.”

“That was all gibberish to me.” I laugh.

“Just put that outfit on and let’s go!”

I get up from the bed, picking up the outfit and raising my hands in defeat. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” I say as I walk to the bathroom.

I get dressed in the outfit, fishnets and short black shorts, with a white tank top. I walk out of the bathroom and look at Emma.

“God you’re gorgeous.” She says. “I’m almost jealous of Matt.” She giggles and walks to the bathroom to get dressed herself. She comes back out a moment later in a short tight black dress that has an open back.

“Trust me, you have nothing to be jealous of.” I say as I see her in her dress. Emma has always been the pretty one. Whenever we went out together guys would pay more attention to her, even in high school the guys flocked to her. I was just her little friend that had nothing compared to her.

Emma smiles at me and grabs my hand. She quickly pulls me out of the room and to the front room of her penthouse. We put on our shoes, her in heels and I in platform combat boots, and then she rushes me out the door and to the elevator.

Once we arrive at the club Emma has chosen for tonight’s endeavor, she pulls me through the crown of people to the front of the line.

“Emma Hastings plus guest.” She says to the bouncer. He glances at the list and then steps to the side to let us in.

You might find it surprising how often Emma can just get into clubs and bars, but that’s how it’s been for years. Emma has multiple fake IDs, some she made for me without me knowing though I don’t use them. She knows all the club owners and party hosts in New York, and a big part of her job as a journalist involves her in these clubs, mingling with VIPS. So she became a VIP herself.

No ones caught on to Emma’s act though, some have had suspicions, but nothing that can be proven. Emma, like me, publishes her articles under a pseudonym. A false name that takes the blame for all of the secrets Emma has shared with the world.

Some might think it would be easy to figure out it’s her spilling all these secrets, but Emma can cover her tracks well. And no one really reads our paper. That’s the bigger part of it I guess.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Emma shouts over the loud music and talking drunk people. Suddenly I’m yanked by her through the people to the bar.

“Please, I don’t want to drink tonight!” I say to her but she waves me off.

“Two rum and cokes.” She says to the bartender. I shake my head.

“I’m not drinking!” I say to her again. She brushes me off and hands me the drink.

“You’ll feel better if you drink!” She shouts.

“I don’t need to feel better.” I set the drink down on the bar. I turn to walk away and try to weave my way through all the people to find something to eat. Clubs like this always have some type of snack or appetizer.

People dancing around gets slimmer and slimmer as I make my way to a different room. It’s more well lit with a red shaded light. I finally am able to walk freely and find a person carrying a platter of veggie wraps.

I immediately grab a few to eat and smile at the girl holding the tray. I remember when I was in high school I had a job much like hers, serving appetizers on platters at party’s. Although, the parties I worked for were private parties.

I take a bit of a veggie wrap when I feel a hand snake around my waist. I jump and turn to see Matt

“What are doing here?” I ask him.

“I can ask you the same thing.” He says and wraps his arm around my waist. “What are you doing at this party?”

“I asked first.”

Matt laughs. “What are you, 10?”

I groan and stare at the last veggie wrap in my hand. “My friend dragged me here.” I tell him and then I take a bit of my veggie wrap.

“Ah, well, let’s get you out of here and get you something more filling to eat, yeah doll?” He says and begins to lead me away.

“You didn’t say why you’re here.” I say and he laughs again.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, I’m not cheating on you.”

I look at him in shock. “I didn’t think that at all, why would you say something like that?”

Matt just chuckles. “I’m here on business not pleasure, babydoll. I know the club owner, and he owed me something I came to collect on. I just saw you here in the red room and wondered what you were here for. I didn’t think this was your idea of a good time.”

“It’s not.” I reply. “What did the club owner owe you?”

“Just something I paid for.” Matt shrugged and led me to the back door of the club.

“I can’t leave without telling Emma, she’ll be concerned if she can’t find me.” I look back at the dancing people.

“Just text her, I’m not letting you stay in that place. That club is famous for the amount of older men praying on younger girls there are there.” Matt says in a deep tone.

“That’s probably why Emma comes here a lot.” I mumble to myself.

“What did you say, doll?” Matt asks as he looks at me.

“Just Emma, I don’t want to leave without telling her.”

“Just text her, come on, you’re coming home with me.” Matt leads me out the back door and to his car that’s waiting in the alley.

“Home with you? To your house?” I ask as Matt opens the passenger side door for me.

“Yeah, doll. I thought you were asking to come home with me the other night. Didn’t you want to spend a day with me?” Matt gets into the drivers side.

“You said you couldn’t have me around while you were busy.”

“I’m not too busy tomorrow, and you just look so good right now. Unless you want me to dump you at your apartment, you’re coming home with me. Trust me, it’ll be a lot better in my double queen bed with silk sheets then in your bookstore apartment that that looks like it’s one windy day away from blowing to the ground.” Matt laughs to himself as he starts his car.

“Hey, don’t diss my apartment.” I laugh. “I know it’s not the best, but I love my little place. And I love the bookstore.”

“I’ll buy you a fucking library. You living there is a liability. You could get seriously hurt there. You could fall through the floor boards or cut yourself on a loose nail-“

Matt pulls out of the alley and starts driving to his house.

“But that’s my favorite bookstore.”

“You don’t need to live there. I’ll take you back wherever you want to buy books, I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“Matt-“

“You need a new place.”

“Matt-“

“Im serious.”

“MATT!” I shout to get his attention. He just stays silent. “I like my place, what is this about?”

“Nothing, like I said, it’s a hazard.”

“I’ve never been hurt there. The worst thing that’s happened was a paper cut from a book.”

“Just… don’t stay at that apartment for a while.”

“What, why?” I ask and Matt stays silent. “Matt, why?” I ask more seriously. Again, no answer. “Matt, answer me, why not?”

“I shouldn’t have ever taken you out in public.” He mumbles.

“Matt, what are you talking about!” I ask, starting to shake and my hands get sweaty.

“I’m too fucking dangerous for you to be around.”

“Matt, tell me what you mean by that.”

“That fucking picture-“

“Picture?”

“The one that pap took.”

“Pap?”

“Just stay at my place for a few days, okay? I’m gonna get someone to scope out your apartment and-“

“Matt stop! Why do you need someone to scope out my apartment.”

“I told you I had enemies y/n. Enemies that would think of you as a way to get to me, and they’re right.”

“Matt you’re scaring me.”

“I’m gonna keep you safe, I promise.”

“I wanna go home.”

“I’m taking you to my place, you’ll be safe there, I promise.”

“How long before you were going to tell me about this?” I ask.

“I didn’t know for sure if someone had found out about you yet, I still don’t. I’m just taking precautions until we figure out if someone is watching you.”

“Why would someone be watching me?”

“I told you, I have-“

“Why would someone need to get to you through me? Who would do something like that?” I ask. Matt stays silent, clenching his jaw tightly and he drives up a long drive way.

“We’re here.” He says, finally breaking the silence. He parks the car in the huge driveway in front of the mansion. My jaw drops and I gasp and the large, beautiful home in front of me.

“You live here?” I ask in amazement.

“Doesn’t seem like such a bad idea to stay with me, now does it?” Matt says as he opens his car door and makes his way around the car to open my side door as well. I step out but keep my eyes on the mansion.

“This is beautiful.” I say softly. Matt smiles and begins to lead me inside.

“I live with my brothers, the ones I told you about. They’re not home for a few days, they’re running a few errands in LA. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Matt opens the large front door for me and I gasp again at the beautiful entryway.

“Come on, I’ll give you the tour.” Matt says and begins to lead be around the home.

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[taintedcigs]

eddie who takes care of you when you're sick :( making u a soup even though he has no idea what tf he's doing :(:( he hand feeds u :( doesn't let you get up for anything bc he can do it all for u !!!!!! he gives u kisses. everywhere. even when u tell him he shouldn't bc he could also catch a cold he doesn't care.

"eds, stop, you're gonna catch a cold!!" you whine, trying to dodge him but with a tut his hands wrap around your cheeks, making you look up at him. soft gaze matching yours. "i don't give a fuck sweetheart, c'mere. you really think i can spend a second without kissin' my pretty girl?" soft kisses plastered all over your face and your cold lips, warming :( you :( up :( instantly :((

and like four days later. ofc eddie gets sick bc he continuously kissed you. so now you're taking care of him as he's wrapped in a blanket, nose all runny and red, cheeks a pale color, and he takes a small sip from the soup you made him, that boy-ish grin sitting on his lips. "totally worth it," he murmurs with a coarse tone.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabbles #can u tell i was watching himym! idc act like its new pls #also can u tell im sick? #i need him to take care of me so bad #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson imagine

[roosterbruiser]

hellooo!

i have a request - i’m obsessed with your writings (truly a god’s gift to this fandom) 🥹 i’m thinking grey’s anatomy inspired jake x (aviator)reader them having a conversation along the lines of ”stop looking at me like that” ”like what?” ”like you’ve seen me naked” after they hooked up and see each other at work or something ughh 🥵

hope all is well and that u have an amazing day <3

𝟖 𝐎'𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

"If you don't stop staring at me, I'm going to read you the entirety of Title IX on our lunch break."

"That sounds like more work for you," Jake says with a chuckle. He lets all his weight rest on his cocked hip, tutting. He's chewing on a tooth pick, watching your nose scrunch as you squint at the sun to watch them work on your jet. "Besides--what's the harm in me getting a good look at you?"

The sun beats down on your face as you stand on the tarmac before Jake. You're watching your jet get inspected, your helmet tucked under your arm, and Jake won't leave you alone. You can't say that you mind it all that much--but there are appearances to keep up around here, especially around the other flyboys that are horsing around further down the tarmac. You're not supposed to get along with Jake--no one is, really--and the way he's making googely-eyes at you is surely going to give everyone the opposite idea.

But you can't help the certain elation that captures your chest when you feel his aspen-colored eyes outline your form from the point of your jaw to the lift in your boots. Usually, it would be easier for you to effectively tell him to fuck off. After last night, though--things feel a bit muddled.

"The harm is that everyone's gonna know we fucked if you keep looking at me like that," you say curtly, taking a shuddering breath.

Jake barks out a laugh.

"Look at you like what?" He challenges.

You finally turn towards him, trying to maintain that sour look on your face.

Fuck, if he isn't a beautiful creature. He looks even more beautiful than he usually does, entirely sun kissed and proud as he stretches to his full height beside you. The tooth pick he's chewing is making his jaw flex so deliciously, the way you know it had when he was sucking mercilessly on your clit last night in the darkness of your bedroom.

And he is looking at your eyes, the way they dazzle in the unforgiving sunlight, the way you're frowning up at him even though he knows you don't want to. He's thinking about last night, too--of course he is. God, he doesn't know if he'll ever stop thinking about last night. The way your hips felt when they were flush against his, the way your warm walls squeezed him. He filled you up just right--both of you knew it.

The two of you even woke up together this morning--on accident, of course. You pretended not to be embarrassed as you hastily got dressed, but he couldn't help the ease and contentment he felt just from being in your presence so early in the morning. He loved how flustered you were as you tried to roll your eyes and groan through the whole morning-after thing. And he loved that you had little bits of mascara under your eyes and what your hair looked like in the morning--soft, very soft.

Your eyes widen and you poke him in the chest with an indignant pointer finger.

"Like that!" You hiss, locking your jaw. "Like you've seen me naked!"

Jake just grins--something in your chest softens. You fall back on your heels and think fuck. Last night definitely wasn't the last time despite what you told him when you woke up this morning.

"But, honey!" Jake says, stroking your cheek before you can dodge his touch. "I have seen you naked."

You all but growl--he keeps grinning, even pinching your cheek.

"I'm gonna shoot you down myself," you tell him. You turn, determined to have the last word. But then something--you're not sure if it's lust or affection or pity or insecurity or all of the above--stops you. You turn and look at him over your shoulder and he's still watching you, grinning. "Eight o'clock."

He salutes.

"Idiot," you call.

But as soon as your cheek is turned, you're smiling.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞!! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!! 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬!!

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[jesterwriting]

JESTERRRR okay first. HI I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD DAY!! I'm absolutely taken by the magnificence that is the damn timeloop trope and that HIT HOMEEE and your other works as just as wonderful omg!! goodness i love how you write 😭 i really wish to know more of your ideas soo PLEASE IF YOU HAVE MORE SHARE that's my request for you!! whichever character it is!! (ofc do it at your own pace if u decide to take it :) ) i have some too and omg i feel like spewing them all out is it okay if i do 😭😭

what if you were an angel drabbles

pairing: shanks x reader & law x reader (separate)

contents: can be read as platonic, angel!reader, slight body horror especially in law’s, your body is Wrong, if you squint you’ll see nonhuman character as a metaphor for autism in here, angel lore that i made up on a whim don’t think too hard about it

word count: 1.8k words

note: first off feel absolutely free to come into my inbox and spew ideas!!! i'd love to hear it and you're always welcome <33 secondly, i would literally never post something like this normally, but because you asked for more of my ideas, here it is! something squished out from the creative recesses of my mind.

playlist: man on the moon - zella day

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. That was your motto. Even in your younger years, questions poured from your tongue like honey, coloring your world in rich, vibrant hues rather than suffocating shades of gray. You could speak for hours, annoying your instructors at the academy with your incessant questions.

It would be better if you learned to hold your tongue, they'd say.

How would I sate your hunger if I were silent, you would shoot back.

It would be easier if you could join the humans; ask them your questions face to face. Why couldn’t you walk among them? Such things were not forbidden, though they were rather frowned upon. As an angel, you were meant to observe, not intervene. If anyone were to be sent to the surface of a world, it would certainly not be an angel who couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Since time immemorial, your kind had lived in secret, housed in the spaces between stardust.

You would not be the one to ruin that.

That was what you promised yourself as you packed your bags and snuck out into the night. You could do both, get your answers and keep your secrets. For once, you wanted to live. Smile like a human, laugh like a human, love like a human. All of it was at your fingertips, the only thing you had to do was reach out and grab it. So, you did. You sent yourself spiraling to the surface of a beautiful blue pearl, a planet that was more water than land. This was where you would make your home.

For the first time in your centuries of life, you felt happy. The people of the island you found welcomed you with open arms, embracing your oddities instead of pretending they would go away. You were eccentric, both wise beyond your years and hopelessly naive. Fruits that were common were treated like precious jewels in your hands, work that no one wanted to do, you met with enthusiasm despite your clumsy hands. You told the children stories of faraway worlds, who would then parrot your truths to their parents. It was no secret that there was something off about you, but you were loved, and most importantly, you were free.

Though you were happy, your curiosity could not be sated. You wanted more. To see the world and all it had to offer. When a pirate ship appeared on the horizon, you asked the captain if you could join them on their adventures.

The villagers were sure to give you glowing reviews, you said with a broad grin.

Thus began your life at sea. In closer quarters, it was harder to keep your secrets. Your wings itched beneath your skin, feathers tickling your spine, begging to be set free. When asked of your hometown, you could only dodge the question with a laugh for so long. It wasn’t as if you could tell them the truth: that you fell from the stars like a meteor, never to return home again. You had created a niche in the crew, you would hate to be run off so soon.

Now, you were certain that this was the end of all you had built.

It had been a mistake. A simple one. An avoidable one. You were alone with him when his foot slipped, and you were alone when you dove after him, white wings unfurling to catch him. You were stronger than the average human, easily carrying his weight as you glided to the bottom of the ravine.

This was never meant to happen. Not in a million years, ever. There were rules in place to keep such situations under control, and you, somehow, managed to break every single one within seconds. Your wings ached from being confined within your vessel for so long, and though you longed to stretch them, you were well aware of the pair of eyes that studied your inhuman form.

“What are you?” His voice was soft, barely audible on the wind.

With a slick noise, your wings slotted themself back against your spine, gone as if they were never there in the first place. It felt better to have them back under your skin. Safer, especially under his scrutiny. With a deep breath, tongue gliding over your sharp incisors for comfort, you wondered if there was any way to salvage this.

Red Haired Shanks

Before you could start explaining yourself, Shanks cut you off, his expression morphing into a broad grin. “You can fly? You can fly and you never told me? I should be mad about that, you know.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t sure what else to say. Whatever you expected from your captain, it wasn’t this. Betrayal, maybe, but not excitement. Your stomach churned at the thought of what they were saying about you back home. It was no secret that they were watching you, you were not the first angel to fall from grace, nor would you be the last. Your fingers found the hem of your shirt and began to fidget. “No one was supposed to know.”

Shanks took a step closer to you, breathing heavily. Adrenaline, perhaps. He did just glide thirty meters off the edge of a cliff within the arms of a previously wingless crewmate. Besides, you couldn’t fault him too much, your heart was thundering inside your chest too, both from fear and exhilaration. You had forgotten how wonderful it felt to fly. A part of you couldn’t wait until you could do it again.

“Don’t be,” He said. The wind had swept his hair from his forehead, causing it to stick up at odd angles. You fought the urge to flatten it back against his head. “You saved me from losing a leg, at least.”

You cocked your head to the side, large eyes blinking owlishly at him. “You’re not mad. You should be mad. I’m a liar, and I can never tell you the truth.”

Shanks laughed. You liked his laugh. “Who cares about that? You save me and then expect me to be mad. You really are odd.” Craning his head to look above you, he put his hand on his hip when he caught sight of the edge he stumbled off. “Do you think you can get us back up there?”

If you were odd, Shanks was odder. That was his only question. You grew wings out of nowhere, and all he wanted to know was if you could fly him back up to the top of the ravine. Was it really that simple? You shivered, remembering the first words that left his mouth.

“What are you?”

You didn’t get to answer him. Maybe you never would. With your captain held in your arms, his head against your chest as he whooped against the wind, you wondered if the price of getting to keep your secrets would be simple. You had a feeling that this was not the first flight that Shanks would ask to be taken on, and certainly not his last.

Trafalgar Law

Law stared you down, lips pressed into a thin line.

Your wings fluttered against your spine, wanting to fly you away from this conversation to somewhere you would never be seen again. You were fast, easily able to outrun the Polar Tang even without your headstart. Still, if you left Law at the bottom of a ravine, you would never forgive yourself.

“Um,” You started.

Law crossed his arms. “And don’t you try and tell me you’re human. I’ve known for a long time you’re not.” He glanced down at your hands, palm too wide, fingers too long. “Your bones are in the wrong place.”

It was no secret that you were built… different, with limbs that were too long, disproportionate to the rest of your body, and eyes that reflected light, glowing when the sun dipped under the horizon and stars blanketed the velvet sky. If you weren’t careful, both your elbows and knees bent backwards. It had scared Shachi and Penguin more than once, their screams that you were broken echoing through the Polar Tang. You hadn’t meant to build your body so strangely. In your defense, you had never met a human before until a few months ago.

“My bones are all wrong? But I worked so hard on this body.”

To his credit, Law’s confusion at your strange statement was betrayed by a barely noticeable blink. “You need anatomy lessons if you think that’s passable enough to fool anyone.”

“You should be happy with what I look like. If I showed you my true form, your eyes would melt out of your skull,” You said.

Law scoffed. “I doubt that.”

You bit your tongue to keep from arguing. The only way your captain would believe you was if you tore free from your vessel and bestowed upon him your true holy splendor. Which you would rather not do. Not only did you not want to blind him, but the entire situation would be rather intimate. Angel’s did not show their true forms on a mere whim, and they definitely did not do so to win a petty argument.

“Alright.” The two of you stood in silence. Law was still while you kicked a rock with the toe of your boot. “If you must know, I am an angel.”

You could practically hear them booing back home.

Law was quick with his response, “Angels don’t exist. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.”

“Sorry.”

Sighing, Law approached and gave you a stern look out of the corner of his eye. He stood so close, you could feel his body heat. “If you don’t want to tell me the truth, then don’t. All I need to know is how to properly treat you when you get sick or injured.”

Despite his assurances, you could see the curiosity burning in his golden eyes, and you knew the conversation was far from over. With a shrug, you unfurled your wings, grabbing a hold of Law as you launched yourself to the top of the ravine with a single push. Surprise caused him to struggle in your arms, though you kept your grip on him firm.

You didn’t care how stubborn Law was, nor did you care about the inevitable onslaught of questions that awaited you back on the Polar Tang.

If there was one thing you respected, it was curiosity.

#one piece x reader #shanks x reader #shanks x you #shanks x yn #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #.jesterwrites #had a lot of fun with this one!!!

[callmeoncette]

Do u take requests?

if u do can you make hobie brown x black reader where she beats the fuck out of this girl for flirting with her man. Like he clearly not interested, but she keeps insisting and then talks shit abt reader and reader goes ballistic on her ass.

thanks boo😘

Invited To The Cookout

Hobie x fem!black!reader

I remember someone mentioned they’d like to see him in a black southern cookout setting so I just mashed the two together if that’s okay with you!

Warnings: fighting, use of the n word, and a bit of suggestiveness at the end and I think that bout it

Hobie plucked away on his guitar, occasionally dodging a shirt or skirt, as he waited for you to get ready to go to one of your family’s many cookouts during the summer. He dressed casually. Black chucks, ripped up jeans with a few chains dangling, and a breezy band shirt because he learned very quickly that the southern heat in your dimension was nothing to mess with.

He smiled softly as he listened to you talk on FaceTime with your favorite cousin, who he mainly knew went by the nickname Bookie, trying to catch up on drama and coordinate your outfits. Your accent sounding thicker than normal as you two conversed.

“No cuz why my brother lie to that girl and tell her he was watching my baby? That negro ain’ watch shit but the back of his muthafuckin’ eyelids!” Your cousin said through the phone doing her hair

“He so weird for that like if you ain’ wanna go wit’ the girl just tell her…” you then smirked a bit and got closer to the camera, “I used to do that shit too tho’ I ain’t gonna’ lie.” You cackled like you’d list your mind. You then held up a large shirt and a pair of custom air force’s, “you think I should jus’ do these wit’ summ biker shorts? They go wit’ the colors Bee got on…” Bookie perked up, “oh my friend comin’?! HEY HOBIE!!” She yelled excited into the phone. He walked over to where you were and waved, the both of you laughing at her antics. She dropped her phone and the screen was black for a bit before she lifted it again to show her face along with a sweet baby girl’s, “Lala look! Its Hobie!” The baby babbling excitedly. You ‘awed’ softly at the sight before it was interrupted by your cousin pulling a confused face as she mumbled along reading something. Her face then fell as she groaned. Hobie quirked a brow while you asked her what was wrong, “Maggie bringin’ Tisha. You gon’ see yo bestie girl!” She laughed. Your face fell, “Stop playin’ wit’ me Bookie. You know I don’t like that girl.”

Hobie looked at your irritated face in confusion. You’d never mentioned the girl before but there’s clearly some history between the two of you. “Well alright…I’ll see you when you get at Granny’s girl. Khalil just got home from work so imma fix him a lil summ before we go.” Bookie said as her boyfriend walked behind her placing a kiss on the top of her head. You said your goodbye and hung up, laying your phone down a bit aggressively.

He stood behind you as silence took over. A pout on your face as you started doing your hair. His fingers drummed on his pants, “right, so who’s Tisha?” His voice is normally cool with a tinge of curiosity only you could pick up. You sighed a bit while rolling your eyes at the mention of her, “this bobble head bitch I can’t stand! Me and her been beefing since middle school.” you roughly brushed out your hair before he took the tool from your hands. He nodded, “the anarchist in me is screamin’ to tell you to fuck up the slag but I know you been wantin’ me to come to your ends and meet your fam’. ‘Ow bout we just avoid her and ‘ave a good time, yeah?” A soft kissed placed on your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose. You giggled lightly and pushed his face away, “okay! Okay fine! Now lemme hurry up an’ finish cuz we gotta pick up the drinks.” You say with a small smile.

———

You guys pulled up to your family home. The house wasn’t large and grand but the energy of it and the land made up for it. The yard and backyard was full of your relatives who waved and stared as you got out with Hobie. He looked around at everyone and let out a low whistle at the sight. He felt a familiar tingle and turn to see your cousin’s boyfriend holding their one year old, “it’s a lot right? I still be stuck everytime we come to one of these.” Khalil said with baby Jayla on his hip. Hobie hummed while he dapped the man up, “my guy!” He then squinted as he looked around, “she always said ‘er fam’ was bare big. Just didn’t think it was this big.” Khalil nodded, his locs swinging, “yeah they all hella cool tho’ ‘cept for like a few. [name] prolly explain that to you tho’ so…” the man shrugged lightly making his daughter laugh.

You walked up to the boys with Bookie laughing. She quickly held Khalil’s hand and turned to you, “c’mon girl. You know we gotta speak to Granny and Gran before anybody else.” She said to which you nodded knowing that in your family you spoke to the matriarchs first. It wasn’t really a rule, more so something you just did. You two led the way to the porch of the house where your great grandmother sat in a rocking chair with a thin blanket over her lap. She slowly turned to peer at your group and you spoke up first, “hey Gran.” She squinted with a frail smile, “hey, w-who you baby?” She asked, confused. “It’s [name], [mother’s name] daughter? I’m one of your great grandkids.” A bright smile come on her face as well as a look of realization. She nodded, “yes! I remember honey. How you been?” She asked but before you could answer her attention turned to Hobie who awkwardly stood beside you, “oh. He one my grands too?” You all laughed a bit. You shook you head and gently corrected her, “no Gran. He’s my boyfriend.” She nodded “I thought so. Too tall to be one of mine.” You giggled again and hugged her, “imma go see Granny now okay? It was good talkin’ to you.” You then led Hobie into the house while your cousin had her time with the woman.

“She’s a peach. ‘Ow old she anyways?” Hobie had thrown an arm over your shoulders and leaned down closer to you. You rolled your eyes, “you not supposed to ask a lady her age.” He pulled you closer, “yeah, but I didn’t ask the lady I asked someone else. Bit of a loophole, innit?” You sucked you teeth and pushed him with a laugh. “She’s 97.” He let out a low whistle, “97 years. That’s mad long!” He said in a bit of disbelief. You held the hand of the arm thrown over your shoulders and hummed in agreement walking to the kitchen where you knew your favorite woman was.

There she stood cutting up cheese for the macaroni while she hummed along with a song by Big Jay McNeely. Seeing her made you feel like a little girl again. How you always nagged her while she cooked and she’d answer your questions without missing a beat.

“Hey Granny.”

She looked up and broke out into a smile. She came over and hugged you tightly, “oh my sweet girl!” She pulled back and looked you up and down, “lemme get a good look atcha!” She hummed happily. Her eyes drifted to Hobie, “and who is this handsome young man?” A welcoming smile on her face. “This is Hobie Granny. My boyfriend.” He stuck out his hand, “it’s nice to meet yo-oh!” Your grandmother had yanked him into a tight hug. She pulled back up looked up at him, “oh so tall! My grandbabies pickin’ right might finally get some height in this family.” She squinted as she peered at his piercings, “all these piercings don’t that hurt sweetie?” You sigh and save Hobie pulling him back to your side, “Granny.” She waved you off, “I know. He’s still very nice on the eyes.” She smirked. She then looked back to Hobie, “now. Thought I heard an accent in there. Where you from?” “London ma’am.” He replied respectfully. She nodded, “okay, okay. Well I hope you hungry cuz I’m almost done in here.” “Smells bangin’. Can’t wait to eat it.”

Before anyone could say anything else Bookie came in, “Granny I brought your only great grand can I get the first plate?”

“Girl!”

———

Hobie sat down beside you at the picnic table eating. In front of the two of you was your cousin and her crew. As he ate he kept feeling someone’s eyes on him and every time he looked up it was the same girl. She was white from what he could tell, had black hair to her shoulders with her edges done, a septum, and over lined lips with lipliner and gloss combo you usually used. She would smirk whenever their eyes met but it never went further than that.

Once everyone finished eating you turned to him wiping the corner of his mouth, “want some dessert baby?” He smiled softly, “that’d be lovely, doll.”. Bookie stood with you also going to get some while Khalil went off to change Jayla leaving the punk alone. That is until the mystery girl sat herself beside him a little too close for comfort.

“Hey.” Her tone making him scoot over a bit.

“Uh hi.” He said before pulling out his phone hoping she wouldn’t continue talking but of course luck wasn’t on his side. “I saw you wit’ [name]…” she her name with a smidge of venom that he caught, “y’all like friends or summ?” He continued scrolling on his phone but answered her, “bit more than that, mate.” She sucked her teeth in annoyance, “what wrong wit’ you? She don’t let you have friends?”

“Not with bitches holding onto that one black grandma like their life depends on it.” Oh thank goodness for Bookie.

You stood beside her with a stank face and two bowls of banana pudding. You placed one in front of him and placed yours at your seat but chose to stand and stare at the girl.

“You know you don’t talk like that in real life Tisha.”

Oh fuck.

The girl stayed at her seat beside Hobie and rolled her eyes, “whatever girl. He ain’t yo nigga. Yours busy with that baby so worry ‘bout that!”

Everyone started taking notice of the discussion. Tisha’s friends, including a distant cousin of yours, coming over.

Bookie screwed her face up and almost lept across the table till Khalil swooped in, “mention my kid again and I promise you. He ain’t gon be able to keep me from you.” She growled.

You glared at the girl, “he ain’t hers but he mine and he clearly don’t wanna talk to you. I suggest you stop sayin’ nigga by the way before actual niggas tag yo head.”

“She’s part black…”

“Shut yo dumbass up Maggie oh my god!”

“I think he can speak for himself.” Tisha said snidely.

It happened so fast but it also felt like slow motion. Even with his spidey sense Hobie didn’t see the attack coming.

After her snide remark you promptly dragged Tisha from the table and commenced to beating dat ass! Like you really whooped that hoe! Walked that girl like a dog! Honestly you should be ashamed of yourself. Shame on you [name]. Shame! Why you do that girl like that?!

When you finally got dragged off of her by Hobie who whispered in your ear trying to calm you down she was just a mess on the ground. Her wig as gone, she was missing a sandal, she had holes all in her leggings, and as much as she tried to cover it she had a knot and black eye.

Everyone whispered around shocked before one of you uncles spoke up, “aight now. Someone get the girl up off the flo’. Get her on home.” He said as her friends came to her aid. He shook his head mumbling, “shouldn’t been talkin’ shit.”

———

You sat at the kitchen table hissing in pain, “ow! That hurts Hobes!” He sucked his teeth, “oi, pipe down Mayweather. It’s not that bad.” He said as he internally winced, putting bandaids on your fingers where your nails broke off too close. You pouted before looking at him as he carefully worked, “I’m sorry I did that.” The man snorted before actually full blown laugh. “What are you apologizin’ for? Did wha’ you had to do, yeah?” His tone is light and playful. He then smirked, “it was a bit hot too…” he kissed your hands as he placed the last bandage. You looked at him with low eyes, “oh yeah?” “Yeah…”

“Ouuuu y’all in Granny kitchen being nasty!”

“You have a whole baby??? Get out???”

“Okay but lemme get summ of that potato salad behind you before I go.”

“BOOKIE!”

#hobie brown x reader #atsv x black!reader #hobie brown x black!reader #atsv x reader

[lemongogo]

what's your process for coloring like? the look of that elendira is so textured and interesting, i can't figure out how you do it

AA THANK YOUU ^__^ !! textures & brushwork are my favorite things abt my art, so im happy you find it interesting hehe . its SOO cool to look at & so much fun to draw imo

i prefer to color by building in layers , if that makes sense 🤔!! hundreds of them !! such that i'm always drawing on Top of previous layers, working from big & messy blocks of color to, eventually, small and refined blocks of color until it feels processed enough. as a result, i rarely ever erase (!!) and i rarely ever draw lineart aside from the initial sketch

a rough, patchy textured brush is key here, as it'll give you dimension and variability w/ your colors. i recommend "Brush and various sets of fountain pen style (万年筆風ブラシと色々セット)" on Clip Studio (ID: 1679706) !! :3

im terrible with explanations though, so i'm going to show a step by step of that elendira drawing if you dont mind :3

sketch layer !! because i mostly render through color alone, i try to make this as close to the finished thing as possible . ^__^ i hateee drawing the same thing over and over and like the expressivity and movement of my sketches anyways , so the more i can preserve at this step, the better. if u were to look at a side by side of my sketches and finished pieces, youd notice a lot of those og lines are present in the final drawing :3

2. flats !! pretty self explanatory, but the solid background gives me an idea of where the figure begins & ends while the colors themselves help distinguish whats what . i stick to ambient lighting @ this point because im usually not sure what i want to do with the overall palette or lighting yet . having two tones (ex, dark and light in her hair or dark and light on her skin) can also help in identifying key features early on that u wanna preserve. as you build layer by layer, sometimes these areas will remain untouched and i think it makes for a rly lovely feel at the end

3. start blocking !!! to be totally honest with you, i dont really know what i do here HAHAHA. like i just scribble the shit out of it, usually focusing on what i might want to do with lighting (ex: grey areas to accentuate folds in her costume). i think i like to start "erasing" the sketch where possible by coloring on top of it .. like if you look at her hat or her arm , you can tell i'm starting to get a sense of the shapes i like vs the ones i dont. it's at this point that the final image starts to emerge in my mind , like im gradually pulling her from a tarpit of scribbles until shes recognizable lol. chipping away at the marble until i can free her. tbh.

4. keep blockingg...when u think u are done , block some more . as you can probably see, the brushwork becomes more intentional as i add more shape, with specific focus on line weight. this is also where the patchiness of that textured brush comes in - notice how none of the colors seem totally uniform (ex: the red cross or the original sketchlines for her waist). you can see bits and pieces of the layers underneath pushing through and i really like that !! ^__^ its very fun and sketchy to me, so i try to keep them around. those areas are also great to colorpick from, because it'll give you "new" colors to work w/ that are already part of your palette.

5. GRADIENTS & GRADIENT MAPS !! TONE CURVE !! COLOR PICKER !! this is the best stage tbh. flatten your image so its all on one layer and just go crazy with all the color settings in ur program. add gradient layers and set them to darken, or overlay, or subtract, orrr. lighten or dodge glow or divide or soft/hard light.! OR!! edit the hue, saturation, luminosity and contrast.and then color pick from these edits, block even more on top of ur image, flatten, color edit again, etc. etc. until u feel satisfied.

ANYWAYSS . i hope that makes sense @__@ sry i wrote this out and deleted it like 23 times trying to make it make More sense but thats what ive got HAHA i hope its useful though :3 !

#SRY I STRUGGLED 2 EXPLAIN THIS #dude its like my brain bcomes stuffed w/ cotton anytime i try 2 write #i hope it makes sense tho.. #it also probably sounds so redundant to make new layer one after the other for just a few brushstrokes #but those brushes i linked have a multiply property so if you draw on top of prev lines they'll create dark patches #and so if im working over a large area ill generally need like . 5 layers each with one brushstroke :sob: if that makes sense #this one had . 84 i think. total. layers i mean. the merylvash one had 300+ HAHAH so it rly depends #like YEAAH i could just use a normal brush but i really like the way this looks #andd sometimes the multiply function works really well or will give me the proper shadow tone im looking for #anywas.wanywaysn anyways #asktag #anonymous #long post

[rorywritesjunk]

(idk why I have written four birthday fics. It's nowhere near my own birthday but these were little things I thought of and wanted to get out of my system as I work on other things.)

Buggy knew Cupcake could knit. She told him one time when fixing a freak's sweater. She couldn't sew or things like that, but she was able to stop the sweater from coming undone with some knots and new yarn. He just didn't know why she was knitting some huge blanket and she wouldn't tell him why.

There were knitted squares piled in a basket in the bedroom that she kept adding to. Different colors and weights of yarn, skeins made from old sweaters, scarves, whatever Cupcake found that were too far gone to continue being used but able to be reworked into a new project.

When Buggy walked into the kitchen one afternoon after lunch, he found her at the table with several balls of yarn while she worked on a square. He walked over and picked one up, curious by the soft texture of the yarn. He gave the ball a squeeze before he started tossing it between his hands.

"So, are you ever going to tell me what this is for?" He asked when he picked up a second one, now juggling the two balls of yarn. Cupcake glanced up, amused by what he was doing, before reaching out to take one back. Buggy kept juggling.

"Okay, babe, can you tell me what happens in two weeks?" She asked as she tried to snatch one of the balls of yarn. Buggy dodged the grab but dropped one. It rolled away, settling in a corner of the kitchen. She sighed and looked at him, so he sent a hand after it.

"Uh, of course." He said as he collected the ball and started juggling. "We're going to have sex."

"I mean, yes." Cupcake didn't try to take the yarn back. "It's also someone's birthday." She looked at him, amused. "Why did you say sex? We have that all the time."

"Because sometimes I get busy, Cupcake, and I have to pencil you in, geez!" He grumbled as he grabbed a third ball, now juggling three of them. "Consider it a courtesy."

"Whatever." She shook her head and set the knitting down. "It's your birthday, Buggy. I'm making your present, okay?"

"My present?"

"Yes, babe. I'm making your present." Cupcake pointed to the pile of squares. "It's... Not going to be perfect but I know sometimes I hog the blankets on the bed, but also it can get cold, so I thought a blanket would be perfect for you."

He miscalculated and missed catching all three of the balls. They scattered around the kitchen as he stared at Cupcake. She was making him a gift, using her free time to do such a project, and by the amount of squares he's seen building up over the last few weeks, it was a big one.

"I mean, I thought you'd want something useful but I can um, get you something else if you want." She rushed out, taking his silence for dislike for her gift. She hesitated and started putting the project away in the basket. "This was a dumb idea. What was I thinking, making a gift? I should have bought you something instead"

"Hey, hold on." Buggy returned the balls of yarn to her before picking up one of the finished squares. He held it up, tugging on it as he checked the stretch of the square. There wasn't a pattern of colors, but a pattern of stitches. Little 'v's interchanging with little 'u's, giving a ridged look. Another square he saw had little 'x's all over it, giving it a different texture than the other. "Can you do more squares like this one?"

"Oh, what?" She took the square from him, looking it over. "Y-Yea, this is a moss stitch. You want more like this? I can do that. I should have the squares done in a few days..." She hesitated and looked up at him. "If you don't like it, just tell me so I can get you something different."

"I don't want something different, I want you to make me something." He insisted, crossing his arms as he stomped his foot. "And I want the blanket you're making since you're right, you do hog the blankets." He huffed and pointed at the stack of squares. "Next birthday I want a sweater, okay? And it needs to be flashy so everyone knows it's me wearing it."

"Oh, next birthday? Yea." Cupcake nodded and grinned. "I think I can manage." She grabbed the square she was working on. "Now, go away while I finish this. The finished result is a surprise, okay?"

"Are you kicking me out of the kitchen?"

"Obviously, now go away, Buggy." She said as she started on a new row. Of course he didn't listen. He sat down beside her, picking up the ball she was using, holding it loosely in his hands as she gave it a few tugs as she worked. He didn't care about any surprise now. He wanted to watch her work, feeling quite happy he would be getting such a gift from her. And to him it was absolute magic to see the needles move, the yarn strand looping around to create patterns and a square. In the end these squares would be joined together to make an even bigger square, one he could snuggle under with her, even if it meant she would end up stealing it in the night. It was made for him and that's all he cared about.

#buggy the clown #mini fic #cupcake x buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x you #buggy x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

[karahofthedawn]

I loved your „You Owe Us One“ series! could u please consider making one more part where the twins have their shop and the reader is pregnant and how she tells them the news (or they find out before her because of the way she started to act u know with all the pregnancy hormones haha ) even if it’s just a short one please it would honestly make my day ❤️

Thanks for your kind words. 💜 I apologize for how long this took, but here you go!!!

An afternoon spat between the Weasley Twins and you can be easily heard from even the most bottom level of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Ron, who works here part time, cringes as he hears yelling then a door slamming. The guests are so enthralled with the cluttered and colorful surroundings that they don't seem to notice the chaos that was unfolding just right above them.

Fred comes storming down the spiral stairs, carefully dodging a woman carrying several puking pastilles in her arms. He reaches the counter and pulls out a box of damaged products that had been returned. One by one, he flicks his wand and fixes them with silent anger practically steaming off of his bright red face.

Ron exchanges payment with a customer while side eyeing his brother. A few of the boxes he had repaired had to be done again, due to him slamming them down on the counter.

Once they are alone, Ron asks playfully, "you're supposed to be fixing those, right?"

Fred rolls his eyes and continues with his project, his lips tighten from the words he forcefully held in.

Ron reaches over to take one cracked love spell bottle, when Fred snaps his head to the side and glares at him. "I'm just trying to help," the younger brother explains. "Come on, get off it. It's not my fault your weird relationship is in the toilet."

Fred freezes, his scarlet cheeks overpowering even the color in his flaming hair. He has every right to kick Ron out of the store. He could even fire him on the spot. Who knows, maybe he could even be an unknowing guinea pig for their next few inventions.

Before Fred can land on one, George stumbles between them and sighs loudly. "I don't know what's worse, her yelling or crying." He props himself up on the counter and rubs his eyes.

"I think I could deal with the crying at this point," Fred says aimlessly. "It's been a bit much lately, hasn't it?"

Ron pipes up first. "Crying?"

They both nod and reply simultaneously with, "yes."

"What's gotten in Y/N? She's always seemed level headed." Ron says with his brows furrowing. "You're not tormenting her, are you?"

"No," George snaps. "If anything she's torturing us."

"Really," Fred adds. "It's like someone has taken our girlfriend and replaced them with an unpredictable replica."

Ron laughs, "almost reminds me of mom."

George twists his face in confusion. "What are you on about?"

Fred shakes his head and drops a bright green box into the empty bin. Once he's finished with repairing everything, it can all be stocked back on the shelves.

"Don't you remember when we were little and mom got so angry at you for fighting over a broom that she snapped it in half?" Ron laughs and shakes his head. "Never understood the reasoning in that."

"I'm surprised you can even remember that," Fred says as he fixes another crushed box. "You were like, one."

"I don't," Ron admits. "But you two always bring it up. Don't make mom upset or she'll break another broom."

"Ah," George smiles. "Yes, that always gets a rise out of her."

"It does," Fred agrees, pushing himself up and turning to the shelf behind them. New items are normally placed here and the front window, just so guests can see their newest invention. "And she always makes the same excuse."

"Yeah, that her pregnancy with Ginny really messed with her emotions," Ron says with a shake of his head. "And to think that dad had to experience that six times with her."

The box that Fred was holding slips from his fingers and bounces to the floor. His younger brother rolls his shoulders back and begins checking out a customer, the conversation drifting into the back of his mind.

Not for the twins though. They both turn to each other with wide eyes and mouths slightly ajar. How could they have been so stupid? It was so obvious all along.

—---------------

You are sitting in front of the toilet again, as you have been a few times a day for about two weeks. At first you thought it was something you ate, but the normal food poisoning curing spells haven't been effective at all. It doesn't help that Fred and George have been practically hovering over you.

You know they mean well, but your temper has been rather unpredictable lately. It's not like you haven't fought with the brothers before, but it's never been this turbulent.

After a wave of nausea passes, you push yourself up from the floor and stretch out your back by lifting your arms over your head. A door opens and closes, and you hear soft murmuring right outside of the bathroom. You swing the door open by its knob, revealing Fred and George a few feet away.

They stop talking at once and stare at you in a very peculiar way. You furrow your brows and cross your arms.

Fred nudges his brother, who steps forward. "We brought you something," he says and pulls a small clear orb out of his pocket.

"Oh." You eye the item, it's not something you recognize. "What is it?"

They look at each other, then back at you. George holds out his hands with the small ball laying in his palms. "Take it."

"If this is a prank, I swear to-"

"No," Fred reassures. "It's not. I promise."

You hesitate and search his face for any kind of smirk, but his eyes sparkle with a strange kind of excitement. You take the smooth cold object between your pointer and thumb. It sparks, then a cloud swirls on the inside. It expands the entire orb until it becomes a completely solid blue.

"I can't believe it," George says under his breath.

"I can," Fred laughs with his pupils glued to the little blue marble.

"Was it not supposed to do that?" You ask, rolling it around between your hands.

"Well it-" Fred hesitates and looks for his brother to continue.

"It did what it was meant to," George says carefully. "We just didn't know if it would or not."

You glance between the two of them with confusion written all over your face.

"It's meant to, well, it's meant to," George stammers out, but the words are stuck in his throat.

"Meant to what?" You urge and step forward. "Just tell me!"

He blinks rapidly and reaches to take your hands gently. "It will only turn colors if, if you're-"

"Pregnant," Fred finishes, leaving the room with an aching silence.

This was a joke. There's no way that you're pregnant, you were always so careful. Especially since you moved in with them above their shop. Protection spells every time before you'd sleep with either one of them.

"You're kidding." Your legs are frozen in spot as they approach both sides of you. Was this really happening?"

George clasps his hands over yours, enveloping the small orb like a clamshell. "This time, we're not."

A lump in your throat grows as you stare up into their freckled faces. "And you're not," you pause and swallow hard. "Upset?"

"Upset?" Fred says with a laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Y/N, we have never been happier."

You look at George who nods, the corner of his eyes swell with tears. "We will love him as much as we love you."

You choke on the emotions that bottle up your neck. You let out a sharp breath, the word "him" escaping your lips.

"The color is the gender," Fred explains, a huge grin spreading from him to his brother.

You fall against Fred's chest, George joining in from behind you. "We're having a boy?" You ask between sobs.

Fred hums and kisses the top of your head. Their arms tangle around you as tears of joy stream down their faces.

"And who knows," George whispers. "Maybe it'll be twins."

You all laugh at the thought. You know that no matter what life throws at you, that you'll be able to make it through. Especially with Fred and George at your side.

#fred and george weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #harry potter fanfiction #fred and george weasley x reader

[imagine-silk]

Could i request a platonic yandere spiderman noir with someone from a different universe? For example maybe from miles' universe or something.

》 Nickolas Cage always plays someone unhinged or dramatic so Noir is pretty on point.

Your universe is unique in the sense it was stylized. It was more simplistic, to the point you didn't always have visual parts of your face and did one move at a time. (If you've ever seen OFF you know what I'm trying to describe) He has no issue looking at you, you were in black and white, but you didn't like his universe. In yours people were in black and white but the world was colored. His world is harsh black and white with barely any gray.

He knew you weren't from there and you didn't know where you were. You essentially fazed through your world into his out of nowhere. At first he questioned you but he believed your story because you glitched.

SS did reach out to him to join but he didn't take it. Now he reached back so you didn't fucking disintegrate. You weren't a spider so you left on your way.

But how could he leave it at that? You were so weird.

Color. It was soft and muted, solid, so it wasn't as bad as Mile's universe. It was a lot more bearable. Of course he didn't know which color it was but it was interesting.

He wasn't supposed to be there but he doesn't like SS and they made the mistake of giving him a watch. Even if they take it back he got someone he trust to make a few more beforehand for safe keeping, just in case. And even if you try to tell him to go home he'll come back the next day.

He wants to figure out everything about you. Tries to make out your expressions with what little he can see. He moves super smooth, so why did you move one motion at a time? It was a bit sadistic but he liked to catch you because it was easy to do for him who literally dodges bullets in his universe.

Can not stop calling you pal, not to save his life. You could tell him over and over but it goes in one ear and makes a U-turn out. He will always find you and always pay no attention to your 'shoo' attempts.

You have some autonomy. You can say what you want to do. "Noir, you wanna go find some-" Anything you say next will be met with a yes.

But your autonomy stops there. He'll grab you and run off to the next thing. He'll try to grab parts of your face that are visible and asks you the make different expressions. And he will never stop because he likes you struggling because you move so weird. And you can't shake him off, he's much stronger than you by default and faster.

He doesn't kidnap you. He doesn't need to. You are easy to find and easy to handle. He's your best friend so get used to it.

#atsv #spider noir #platonic yandere #yandere #gender neutral reader #marvel #ask and you shall receive

[pumpkajelly]

Get to Know Me Tag Game

@silverskulltula I love doing these thank u for think of me! 🦇

🍃 1. Are you named after anyone? All three of my middle names are after people! An aunt I've never met, my father, and my father's sister (also an aunt but I know her)

🍃 2. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday but it's been an emotional time in my life lately

🍃 3. Do you have kids? No, but I'd like to have two some day.

🍃 4. What sports do you play/have you played? Haven't ever been a huge sports person but I used to really enjoy dodge ball (if that can be included) and volley ball. The most I've ever enjoyed a sport was when I was doing fencing in university. I'm pretty decent at lunges actually!

🍃 5. Do you use sarcasm? It's been said

🍃 6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone? Clothing, maybe? I like to see the different ways people express themselves through their fashion!

🍃 7. Eye color? Hazel (the bluey-green kind)

🍃 8. Scary movies or happy endings? Lately I've been really enjoying psychological horror movies like The Menu, Cabin in the Woods and Nope! I used to really not be into horror but more recently I've really started appreciating the different ways themes are tackled in a movie that aims to scare/horrify/disturb! Cabin in the Woods said 'What if in a situation with literal axe-wielding redneck zombie murder family the real horror was systematic, government-ordained violence?' and I loved it for that.

🍃 9. Any talents? For drawing! There's always more room to grow but I'm happy with the art skills I do have. I'm also pretty decent at writing and telling stories, I'd say!

🍃 10. Where were you born? In Ontario! Oakville, if that contains any significance to anyone 👶

🍃 11. Hobbies? Video games, drawing, RP (whether it's written or TTRPG style), writing letters, and cooking! I also watch shows here and there and enjoy cooking / history youtubes.

🍃 12. Any pets? My beloved cat Cheshire! We usually call her Chess she's 13 and developed Cat Asthma this year

🍃 13. Height? 5'

🍃 14. Favorite school subject? English

🍃 15. Dream job? I really want to be a researcher. I have a bachelor's in psychology, and to be a psych teacher and researcher is pretty up there, but lately I've been considering what it might mean to take that research interest in other directions!

I'll throw some tags out here but if I miss you and you still wanna do it please do I love to read these thangs

@doeraymmie @clairric @nakimochiku @first-renegade @arandomeldritchbeing @yourpsychothicccgf @final-girl-lorde @kinryouku @cinnamintal @corosiaspara @interclouds @confettigraffiti @darkvampire111-blog @orionsvoid @justlikeloving

#ask meme #briithoughts #Thanks again for tagging me! #Also. if you got notified the original time I accidentally posted this with all of the original text no u didnt #and im sorry #Updated favourite subject to english because as much as I enjoy chemistry #ive been contemplating that English is probably more accurate

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

hello LOVE your neurodivergence! my first car was a 2005 saturn vue (in bright cobalt blue) and i was wondering if u had anything to share about it? ovo

Thank you so much! Seeing the ways in which I'm weird resonate with people warms my heart and reminds me the setbacks, struggles and pain they earn me are not the manifestations of a narrative that dooms me to ultimate loneliness or failure.

But back to what y'all care about: beyond my Saturn post, I can tell you cobalt blue is a wonderful shade (it's now in my "Nice colors" list!), that you really dodged a bullet with the restyling it received in 2006 turning it from charming himbo to pissy meathead who just got called gay...

...and that your generation has won the coveted Least Depressing Saturn Vue Generation Award by an absolute landslide through the cunning strategy of not being a mediocre Opel SUV with a pair of Saturn badges hastily stamped onto it for good luck.

"Salty Saturn died?" No, I am sad. I am salty that GM genuinely expected tasking it with stamping badges onto Opels would work for the brand whose entire identity revolved around being better than that. Screw you GM >:C

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#saturn #saturn vue #gm

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "L"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

A/N: This one is longer than usual because of context readers. Also, I have nothing against cheerleaders, jocks, homemakers etc. This one was based on personal experience.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: K - Kink

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

L - Location

Heading into Boston, you hold Nick’s hand as he drives, tracing patterns into his skin.  He looks over and smiles, bring your hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss. “Have I told you today that you look beautiful?” 

“Not in the last hour, no.” You giggle as you look out the window. You loved visiting Boston; Nick’s parents were great and welcoming. But this weekend was a little bit different.  It was Nick’s 20th high school reunion, and he was a little bit anxious to attend.  And he wouldn’t tell you why.  

After arriving at the Vaughn’s family home and having lunch, you went up to Nick’s old bedroom to get ready.  You set your hair into soft waves, romantic makeup on your face.  As you applied the red lipstick Nick loved so much, you saw the man in the mirror, looking a little down. “Honey, you ok?” 

He seemed to snap out of it.  “Yeah, sorry,” he shook his head. “I’m just a little lost in my thoughts.”  

“Is everything ok? You seem nervous.” You went to sit next to him, taking his hand.  

“Just not sure what to expect tonight.”  He sighed loudly. “I haven’t spoken to a lot of these people since we graduated.  I wasn’t exactly popular in high school.”  He hung his head. “I was a nerd.”  

“Everyone thinks that about themselves.”  

“No really.  Had braces, acne, bad haircut, the works.  I played in the marching band, and I had a crush on a girl.” He looked away. “Stephanie Winters. And I asked her to homecoming.  She said yes and then, when I went to pick her up, she had ditched me for Danny Adams, the running back.”  

“Oh, baby...” 

“I was humiliated and I never got to have a school dance.  I didn’t play at the football games anymore. That field just had bad memories.” He laid back on the bed.  “I don’t know if I can face those people.”  

You laid back next to him. “I think you should walk in with your head held high, don’t let anyone tear you down and show them how Professor Vaughn handles it.”  

“You’re amazing, you know that.”  

“I know,” you reply with a wink.  

“You look gorgeous.  Let’s show you off to my old classmates.” He stood up and offered his hand. You took it, your engagement ring blinking in the soft light of the room.  

** 

As you entered the gymnasium, you took in the decorations. Navy blue and gold, the school colors, but whoever put them up made them tacky AF. Streamers and balloons glitter everywhere, it looks more for a tween than an adult party. “Gosh, this is... a lot,” you whispered to Nick.  

He laughed under his breath.  “It looks like something...” he stopped. “Stephanie.” You turned to see a blonde with blue eyes walk towards you. You tightened your grip on Nick’s hand as she approached but then you really saw her.  Heavily made up, a tight dress but you could clearly see it was not made for someone her age but rather someone twenty years younger.  She was trying too hard.  “Nicky!” She squealed. You huffed as she went to hug him.  

Nick tried to dodge the hug, but she came on full force.  “Hi Stephanie.”  

“Oh em gee! It has been so long. You look so...good,” she cooed as she looked him up and down, shamelessly checking him out.  Nick grew uncomfortable and took a step back, re-grasping your hand.  

“Thanks. Stephanie, I would like to introduce to you my fiancé, YN. Sweetheart, this is Stephanie Winter.”  

“Stephanie Adams,” she corrected. “Danny and I got married right after senior year. “ 

“Wow,” Nick replied.  You cleared your throat to stop laughing.  “Congratulations, I guess.”  

Stephanie looked you over and you could clearly see she was judging you. You didn’t shrink back, you stood proud next to Nick. “Well congratulations to you as well Nicky...”  

“Please, just Nick,” he interrupted. “Are you working on your dance career Stephanie? I remember that’s what you wanted to do in high school. “ 

“Oh, no,” she waved him off, “once I had the kids, I just stayed home with them.  Danny went to work at the real estate office.  What are you doing now?” 

“Oh, well I’m a professor at NYU and YN here just made partner at her law firm.” He looked over at you adoringly. “I’m so proud of her.  And with the wedding just a few weeks away, we are just living our best life.”  

“That’s great,” you can hear the tightness in her voice.  “Well, I have to get back, planning and decorating all of this has been so tough but it was really great to see you, Nick.”  She walked away and Nick let out a low whistle.  

“What is it baby?” 

“I fucking dodge a bullet with that one.”  You both let out loud laughs as you saw Stephanie walk over to a man who was balding slightly and had the beginnings of a beer gut.   

“Let me guess, Danny?” 

“Yep.” Nick shrugged. “I have no words.”  

Dotted around the room were photos of the class from their time at Cambridge High School.  You finally found one of Nick and you smiled.  He was as described, albeit a little more puppy fat on his frame.  However, he had a major glow-up in your honest opinion.  Nick was the hottest guy here.  As Nick returned with your glass of champagne, you curled into him.  “So, where would the most popular guy in the school take his date?” 

“Under the bleachers,” Nick replied. He looked at you and could see the look in your eyes. “Why?” 

“Because I want to erase all these bad memories from the football field,” you whispered in his ear.  

Nick swallowed and took your glass.  He set it down on the table and walked you out to the field.  He held your hand until you got to the field and then spun you around, pinning you to the chain link fence. He kissed you hard, hands in your hair until one drifted down to your thigh. He hiked your leg to his waist, allowing him to press his growing bulge right over your heat. “Nicky,” you moaned.  

“God, I love it when you say my name like that.  Only you baby, only you,” he said between rolls of his hips into you.  

You nipped his chin with kisses and down his neck.  “I thought we were supposed to be under the bleachers?” 

“Fuck that, I'll take you on the bleachers.” He swiftly took off his coat and laid it down before lowering you on top of it.  He spread your legs and found the scrap of fabric you called panties already wet from his kisses and touches. He pulled them down and pushed your skirt up more, exposing you to the cool air.  He quickly pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his length and running the tip through your folds. “Fucking soaked baby. Such a good girl for me.”  He slowly pushed in, both of you moaning in relief.  

Nick started to fuck you, hard, taking out his emotions of seeing old friends and bitch cheerleaders on you.  You went with it, holding onto the back of the bleachers as he pounded into you.  He wished he could have seen your breast bouncing with each thrust but that would have to be later. He started to feel the tell-tale signs that you were close.  “C’mon baby, fuck, squeezing me so hard.  God, I love this pussy.” He changed the angle of your body and he hit that spot inside perfectly.  

“Nicky, fuck, gonna cum. So good, feel so good.”  

“Let go my sweetheart.  Cum for me.”  

The release was euphoric, sending you into another world as Nick followed suit and released ropes of hot cum inside you.  He slowed and laid on top of you for a moment.  

“The football field is amazing. So green,” he commented, making both of you laugh.  Nick took out a handkerchief and cleaned you gently before pulling your panties back on.  He redid his pants and then draped his jacket over your shoulders.  You walked back to the school where Stephanie was outside, smoking a cigarette.  She watched you approach, wrapped in each other.  

“And what were you two...” she trailed off as she could see your red lipstick all over Nick’s face and neck.  Your hair was a little less soft and more freshly fucked.  

“Oh, Nicky was just showing me the football field.  You know, reminiscing about his band days, and telling me about all the dreams he had about the bleachers,” you commented in a sugary sweet tone that was way more of a warming to her. You wrapped your body closer to Nick as you could get while not being naked.   

Nick chuckled at your subtle show of possessiveness.  “I think we are going to take off.  It was nice seeing you, Stephanie.  Good luck with everything.”  

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#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #chris evans #the ABCs of nick Vaughn #nick vaughn x reader #chris evans fanfiction #nick vaughn smut #nick vaughn x you #before we go au #chris evans fic #chris evans smut #chris evans au

[powdermelonkeg]

hi there! as someone who can't play CoH but is extremely interested in the game's story and worldbuilding, this is ur excuse to infodump as much as u want abt it if you have the energy bc i'll love you forever. pls tell me more abt it!

remember to hydrate and i hope you have a good day!

Okay so the very first thing that comes to mind:

The music.

I've talked about this once before (well over a year ago) here, but I need to gush about it more in-depth.

Obviously, it's the most important part of the game. It's a RHYTHM game. But it's not just a mechanic, it's something acknowledged in-world:

“This world does have some surprising similarities to my own. For example, whenever there are monsters nearby, you have to move to the beat! You’ll get used to it… Trust me.

"But at least in your world, if there are no enemies around, you can move as fast or as slow as you want. Handy!”

Cadence says this if you talk to her next to Link's house. Not only is this confirmation that the music is present, but that it's also a force in the world that works differently in other dimensions, like magic.

A good number of entries to the series have different music if enemies are around. Some examples:

Ocarina of Time

Wind Waker

Twilight Princess

Skyward Sword

Breath of the Wild

Not to mention that virtually ALL of the games have their own boss and miniboss music.

To have this acknowledged in-game is such a neat bit of worldbuilding if you run with it. My headcanon is that it's a form of synesthesia; ie, something from one sense is causes an unrelated reaction in a different sense. Smelling certain things when you see colors, seeing patterns when you touch materials, and so on.

In this case, I believe it's telepathic synesthesia. Hylians are known for their ability to hear "the voice of the gods," though this most commonly manifests by Zelda talking to Link to ask for help.

Telepathy is the ability to read minds. Enemies, presumably, have the ability to think (at least with enough capacity to see Link as a threat and attack him). With music being acknowledged as an in-world force, my theory is that Link (and by extension Zelda, Cadence, Yves, and any other playable character) interprets the thoughts of the various around him as their own kind of music.

The forest takes on a different theme if it's under attack, because the wildlife is trying to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. People have themes as they come into view, because their thoughts invoke a specific feeling in Link. That's how you get bad-news music for someone who's later going to be revealed as a boss, or pleasant tunes for someone guaranteed to be a friend, or leitmotifs for related characters.

All the Links have this to some degree. The original Legend of Zelda only really has two themes: the theme of the world, and the theme of the monster-infected dungeons. His telesthesia is very low-key.

On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, Cadence of Hyrule has themes for every area, with both peaceful and monster-infested variants. On top of this, he gets a visual indicator as well; there's a rhythm counter at the bottom of the screen that tells you when and how to step, and when it's not around, you're out of danger.

What's really interesting is looking at this beyond the game convenience, because it's both an asset and a disability. On the positive side, Link will always know when he's in danger, or when a place has different life in it from areas he's been to before. In Cadence of Hyrule specifically, though, it lets him predict his enemies' moves, recognizing patterns and dodging in time with their thoughts.

On the negative side, telepathy is, presumably, an at-will power. Zelda isn't always reading minds and sending thoughts to the people around her, as far as we can tell. But with Link hearing the music constantly, this means that he both cannot read or send thoughts himself and cannot turn the ability off. The only way for him to get peace and quiet is to isolate himself, and being in a place with a lot of people walking around can be incredibly overwhelming over time. And even barring that, in Cadence of Hyrule, you're punished for not being on beat; Link is very much dependent on this ability to keep his fighting prowess, something other Links don't have to suffer through.

In that regard, I think it's no coincidence that Age of Calamity has such a vibrant and varied soundtrack, while Breath of the Wild limits itself mostly to piano. BotW is an empty world, full of ruins and quiet, where enemies are remnants rather than an active force. Meanwhile, Age of Calamity is a literal warfront. If the music reflects the people in the setting, Breath of the Wild's Link is experiencing the first real quiet he has in over a century. It's a shame he can't remember it, isn't it?

#loz #zelda #coh #ask bee #fave mutuals #long posts #lots of links (hehe) in this one #trust me tho this is just scratching the surface #i love this game so much and wish it was more popular #this and spirit tracks both

[bluiex]

Hi, the vex and allay worldbuilding has brought me out of writers block. It/Its pronouns are used for Cub and vexes in general, while fae/faer pronouns are used for Scar and allays in general.

A small context, players are attacking the mansion Cuba dn Scar are in, in order to getthe allays and the totems of undying. The species are the Illagers, hc I didnt know how faeries in general would call an inferior race or smth, idk, I was sleep deprived when I wrote this.

--

It hates the summoning process, hates being transported from one place to another with the shimmer as the only warning. Nevertheless, it closes its eyes and lets the interconnected magik do its thing.

When it arrives at the desired place, it can’t help but cower at the loudness of the situation. Fire burning the mansion, screams piercing its head like the arrows of the Bone-Walkers, violent use of magik worsening its senses. It was always more vulnerable to the magik in the air then its counterparts.

A command buzzes in its head, making it squeeze its eyes shut, the overwhelmness of the disaster not helping.

K I L L I N T R U D E R

It opens one eye and realizes the species are fighting a totally different species. It can tell they’re different because their coats aren’t grey, aren’t monochrome, aren’t blue. It grips its iron sword and strikes the first intruder it sees, being helped by its fellow members.

The intruder tries to fight back, but the hive overpowers them and they fall onto the bloodied carpeted floor. Their tribe growls and it smells the red dust, it smells foreign magik yet somewhat familiar to what one specimen makes in the basement.

They take out vials filled with liquids, some chugged at the species, some they drink themselves. It and the hive cackle in anger, ready to hit, but before two members could cut through their skulls, one of them turns around and decimates the member.

It’s used to death, death is a natural process of the mortal life they’re unfortunate to live. Killing one of them with magik? It sends the whole hive in alert and the summoners can no longer control the vengeance of a family.

It swings its sword to one of the intruders trying to drink the liquid in one of the vials, cutting their shoulder in the process. They let out a yell and try to fight back, holding their blue sword (diamond corrects the magik energy crawling on its coat) one-handed. Their second mistake, really.

Before it can strike again, a new command pangs its head, worsening its mood. The shimmer is already too intense for it, it’s head becoming heaving as the heaviest rock ever found in the mansion. Unable to take it anymore, it lets the shimmer guide it to where it has been summoned, repeating the command in its head.

Protect, protect, protect

It isn’t sure who it’s supposed to protect, but when it pops close to the summoner, they point a room filled with blue creatures. It seems they were almost a second too late, because just as it is trying to grasp how the species got those, the intruders round the corner, throwing an accusing finger at it and the summoner.

Protect, the summoner locks eyes with it. It giggles in reply, already feeling the toll of restlessness wings flapping, and twirls, spreading calm magik in the room.

“Help,” it hears one say.

“Fire!” One screams.

“What’s going on?”

What’s it doing here?” One spits.

It glares at them, shushing them immediately. It turns back to the action, smelling the intruders’ stolen magik, only to see in horror the summoner dead, blood coloring the white carpet.

One of the intruders swings their sword at it, and it dodges before it can be hurt. The sword instead kills what it’s supposed to protect, cutting off the rope attaching the rest of them.

They squeal in terror, flying around, all except for one stuck on the ground, wings uselessly flapping. It tries to strike again, but gets brushed off, slamming its back against the wooden wall and falling on the ground.

It sees in the corner of its eye the intruders giving them items to latch onto. It cackles weakly, something deep burning with the urge to keep all of them for it. It was the one who protected them. They were its allays.

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

But it can’t get up to remind them they don’t belong to those intruders. It can only stare in horror as the allays follow the intruders. All but one, discarded on the side as if fae was kicked away.

It needs to get away from this burning mansion, run away with faer, but it can’t get up. Consciousness is slipping from its fingers, eyes slowly closing as it watches faer trill in frustration and locks eyes with it.

Mouth agape, scrambling to get up as fae starts to hum, familiar and soothing magik covering its body. Fae lands on faer knees, hands hovering over it.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no, this is bad, this is really bad.”

“Go,” it murmurs.

Faer eyes go wide, humming intensifying and saccading, eyes glimmering this strong blue that appeals a deep part of it.

“I am absolutely not leaving you here!”

Fae looks around before landing faer eyes on it, huffing.

“Here goes nothing.”

Fae picks it up, much to its surprise, and walks them out of the mansion, away from it and the intruders.

--

How come I write better at the dead of the night? Truly a mystery

AAAAH ITS SO GOOD BLOOP ITS SO GOOOOOOD!!! I love your world building and this AU you got going.. waaaah

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post

[journeytomonkiekid]

Hiii!

I heckin love ur art with my entire soul, I am in love with the way u do coloring.

2 questions

1. How do u do lighting?? Like in weirdly lit situations like nighttime/firelight/ blue light/underwater, how do u change the colors of an object or character to make it fit with the lighting? Idk if I am explaining this well but how would you color, say, the green fur of a character in blue lighting? What color would u use instead of green (or is there a setting or tool on my drawing program that I don’t know about)?

2. Will we ever see red son in the comic? Or will u do a sketch of him or smth? I love ur drawing style and think he’d look so pretty in it

:)) also have a fantastic day!!

SORRY I wanted to answer this sooner but i completely forgot 1) It depends on the situation :0 In situations where there's a certain ambiant light; like for instance under water, or night time; I have to use a saturation and hue-changing layer over the colours to emulate the correct lighting. If its something like direct light; or light emitted from a single direction; I usually just use a shadow that helps tell you what colour the light is; and then use a glow or "Glow Dodge" layer (often both) to add light to the character, or object's affected area.

2) I hope that Red Son can appear; but no promises as he's a little detached from everything since Season 2 and also doesn't have much to do with the gang currently so...we'll see what happens in S3/S4!