#currently feeling a solid uhhh

[ur-boyfiend]

i thought we'd manage with words left unspoken

hi hello felix x reader angst bc i feel like it and to balance out the fluff i'm also writing rn lol

uhhh gn!reader, angst like i said, depression / depressive episode, felix is an idiot but he's trying, hurt / comfort, soft ending dw

wc; 875

there's a strange kind of melancholy in the air around you. the sky is a weak shade of grey, almost as if it can't manage enough care to turn a true stormy grey.

it's ironic, you're not sure if the weather matches your mood or if your mood matches the weather. either way, it's not a pleasant combination.

you almost wished that the sky would just open, turn to an actual storm, anything but this odd limbo state. it was fitting, and you didn't want it to be.

you were in your own limbo, you didn't need the world to be in limbo with you, didn't want anyone else to be stuck in the same space of uncertainty you found yourself in.

and yet, as you sit by the window of your apartment, the sky is blank. you refocus on your reflection instead of the world outside, your expression as blank as the sky.

you try to remember the last time you'd felt anything really, anything besides this crushing apathy. and every memory leads back to him.

lee felix. your best friend, or who used to be at least. he'd stopped talking to you, apologized again and again because he hadn't just ghosted you, he told you that he needed space. you think you would've preferred him ghosting you.

you know that he doesn't want to hurt you, he never wanted to hurt you, and in a way, he hasn't. you can't feel hurt if you don't feel anything in the first place.

you'd always half-expected this to happen, he was the sun in human form, and you often wondered why he'd stuck around so long. after all, you might as well have been a black hole. but felix had balanced you out, he made things brighter, and you kept him grounded when he needed it.

you're not entirely sure how long you've been staring out the window, but there are clouds in the sky again. if the weather is reflecting your mood, you figure the clouds can only be memories. they drift across the sky, lingering just a bit too long, but there's nothing you can do to make them dissipate.

you only return to your body again instead of some place in the sky when you hear a knock on your apartment door. you ignore it, not wanting to see anyone, not wanting to remember what having someone there for you felt like.

but when you hear a key turning in the lock, any uncertainty solidifies into a solid mass of dread pressing down on your chest, crushing your lungs. you know full well that only one person besides you has a key to your apartment, and you curse yourself for not trying to get it back.

because if there was anyone you didn't want to see right now, it was the person currently opening the door. he looks almost as bad as you, and your throat tightens at the sight. you wish you didn't care, wish you could tell him to leave again, tell him that you didn't want to see him right now, no matter how much you needed to.

for a few long seconds you both look at each other across the apartment, the only light coming from the windows and the pale grey day.

"felix," it's all you can get out before tears threaten to fall, and you hide your face in your hands. you wish that it didn't matter so much to you, that he didn't matter so much to you.

a moment later you're being wrapped in a hug, and he's rubbing your back, mumbling countless "sorry"s into your hair. as soon as you feel his arms around you you let yourself break, feel yourself shatter in a way you'd been so close to since he left, but always managed to avoid with the knowledge that there'd be nobody to pick up the pieces.

you hope that he'll stay long enough to pick up the pieces.

when you can breathe again, you lift your head to meet his eyes. neither of you speak, afraid to break the fragile connection, afraid that if anything else breaks you may not be able to fix it.

leaning further into him, you try to figure out how to put everything into words.

"i missed you," is what you finally say, and hope that he knows you care, no matter how much you struggle to communicate.

he hugs you tighter, like he's scared you'll fade away if he lets go.

"i missed you too, i'm sorry y/n, i was an idiot."

you manage a small laugh, "yeah, you were."

"hey! you're not supposed to agree with me!"

"but it's true!"

he huffs, making you laugh again.

you hate yourself for a second, for how easily you welcomed felix back into your life, but it's not like you'd never done something stupid when feeling overwhelmed. and you both needed the other, you'd known that from the first time you'd met.

almost as if the universe was confirming something to you, the grey sky brightens into a bright blue, the melancholy clouds reorganizing into cottony white ones.

leaning further into felix, you smile slightly, hoping that this time the sun would stay.

#boyfiend writes #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #felix stray kids #stray kids felix #stray kids angst #skz angst #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #lee felix #lee felix x reader #lee felix x y/n #lee felix fluff

[pikapeppa]

15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @elveny and @johaerys-writes -- thank you, my loves!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My mom. Apparently my dad really wanted to name me after my mom and she was like "ugh really fine" LOL. My dad is also named after his dad, who was named after his dad... REAL ORIGINAL. This is going to sound like a total humblebrag, but my mom and I are both published academic authors, so we have to use our middle initials to distinguish who published what 🙃

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably in therapy last Thursday LOL. Though I got a little prickly-eyed earlier this week watching the episode of ATLA where Zuko and Aang go on their lifechanging field trip to the Sun Warriors' secret village 😂❤

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope! Childless by choice.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I played T-ball when I was 5 or 6 (hated it, cried so much that my parents pulled me out LMAO) and I was on the volleyball team in Grade 6. I'm left-handed and I had a habit of serving into the wall, unfortunately, and the habit got worse when I was nervous. During one game, they took pity on me so much that they paused the game until I got the ball over the net. I was fucking humiliated and have never played a team sport since then. 🤣💀 Re: other physical activities, I like dancing! I've taken a ton of different kinds of dance classes including swing, salsa, bellydancing, and Bollywood dancing, and loved all of them!

DO YOU USE SARCASM? No. Me? Never. 🙃🤣 Forreal though yes. All the time.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Uh...! I don't know if there's any one specific thing? I usually take in an "overall impression" of appearance. Vague, but that's all I've got. If the question was "what's the first thing you notice in people you're attracted to", that might be a different story 🤣

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? Brown.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I am going to copy Johaerys's answer and say it doesn't matter to me, as long as the story was good. But also, who says scary movies/horror media can't have happy endings?? 🤣Haunting of Hill House, anyone? (Bittersweet, maybe, but it counts as happy to me!)

ANY TALENTS? Would it be wretched if I said I feel like writing might be a talent? Whatever, I'm saying it. 🤣😅

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In a hospital in the same city where I currently live! Which I will chose not to reveal openly! 🤣

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing! It takes up a solid 75-90% of my free time. Also gaming (which I might count into the writing time since it often becomes Research™ for the writing 🤣). I also enjoy baking and cooking, though I don't know that I'd count those as hobbies since they're necessary ADLs?

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? A cat named Meeko. She is my daemon. We can never be apart when I am home. Case in point, a photo taken in real-time while completing this quiz:

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'3".

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? Uhhh... what level of school are we talking here? In undergrad, I took an incredible linguistics/history course about writing systems, and that was probably my favourite class ever. I took a course during undergrad about different schools of psychotherapy that was pretty damned influential too.

DREAM JOB? I also loved Johaerys's answer here: "I don't think there's any sort of job anyone could do in this capitalist hellscape we're all currently living in that would be enjoyable enough to make up for, well... living in a capitalist hellscape." I'm lucky enough to work in the public healthcare system so I'm pretty safe from the worst of capitalism, I guess, though my job (speech-language pathologist) is one I chose more for practicality (certainty of employment) than because I was really passionate about it. If I could do something else and not have to worry about money, I would either want to be a fiction editor, or a sex therapist.

Tagging forward to @ranaspkillnarieth @iamcayc @heroofshield @fantasy-girl974 @hellas-himself @midnightacrobat @alyssalenko @vorchagirl @elinorbard @stuffforthestash @mwasaw @lordofthenerds97 @y0ureviltwin @ladyofthelake91 @perhapsrampancy @cha-mij and genuinely, anyone else who wants to share!!! Tag me so I can spy on your life! 🤣❤

#tag meme #about me #tumblr game

[becauseplot]

HEY LOOK AT THIS COOL THING I MADE FOR A CLASS PROJECT LAST SEMESTER THAT I KEEP FORGETTING TO UPLOAD PICTURES OF :D

(Long-ass rambles to follow, feel free to skip down to the additional box pics. Short video of the laser cutter working at the bottom!)

This is a laser-cut wooden box! The parts were designed in SolidWorks, then drawings of those works were converted in Autocad to be uploaded to the laser cutter. I had a lot of fun with the designs, as you can tell :] I took inspo from the little heart-embroidered-thing c!Philza has on his shirt in SAD-ist's design because it incorporates what I like to call the "narrow eyes" of the Hardcore heart without the lines ever breaking, making the design possible for a solid object...

...but I couldn't do all the curvy bits because SolidWorks hates me lmao.

The emeralds are for emduo ofc. I thought about doing a crown or pig mask or a sword for Techno, but I was running out of time for the project, mostly because I spent like way too long trying to make the wings curvy and realistic :( In the end, I went with a more geometric design, which I think I like the most. Also, it's more stable overall. The emeralds are on either side of the box btw.

I might come back to this post and add pics of the SolidWorks parts/drawings themselves if I can find the files.

The box's dimensions (LengthxWidthxHeight) in inches are 4.25x2.75x1.75 ignoring the lid. Here is sharpie for reference.

I added the color to the box design by scribbling in color with sharpies on paper, then sticking that paper on the inside of the box behind the designs. I was originally going to paint the box too but uhhhhhh I got lazy. Also I think I like being able to see the imperfections on the wood more anyway.

Oh!! Also the box currently holds my shinies (earrings)!!

You can see the paper lmao.

One last thing I got out of this project: after the wooden designs are cut out, you can fish the bigger scraps out of the machine, so guess what I made? :)

(Colored it with sharpie ofc.)

And uhhh that's it! Vvv fun to make! SolidWorks is awesome once you learn how to use it. I'm hoping to practice more once I have time (and possibly my own computer that won't melt if I try to run SolidWorks on it.)

Okay here's the vid :] It was longer but it had my voice in it so I had to cut it short, but I think it's enough for you to get the idea.

#my art #i guess this qualifies as art lmao #philza #philza fanart #dsmp fanart #emerald duo #emduo #c!philza fanart #solidworks #autocad

[stetervault]

In the teen wolf fandom, everyone only loves the people who regularly return to post content versus people who joined in the last few years.

As someone who has been here a while, what's your take on this? Do us new bloods really not compare? Should we stop trying? Because that's the vibe I get.

Uhhh I don’t really know anything about the current trend of readers/writers in this fandom so I can’t really comment on that. I sort of drifted out of the Teen Wolf fandom for a couple years, mostly cuz I burnt myself out writing and I was more into other stuff for a while. I only came back to write for Steter recently, and I’m still slowly getting back into it, so I haven’t read much new stuff. The few I have read were pretty good though.

But when you say people who regularly return to post content, do you mean the older writers who’ve been around for a long time? For them to have a bigger and more solid fanbase than newer writers isn’t weird in my opinion, that should be true in any fandom. And I can’t speak for all of Teen Wolf, but at least for the Steter portion, as someone who’s been writing for this ship since practically its conception a decade ago when it still just had 100 fics total, if that, I can say that I’m much more familiar with the older writers who’ve practically dug themselves an eternal grave in this ship, like I know their writing styles and the tropes they like to write, so personally, it’s easier for me to know whether or not I want to try a fic when I see that they’ve come back to post something. I think a lot of other long-time Steter readers would also think the same. So I’m pretty sure it’s not a matter of whether or not the “new bloods” can compare, it’s just that the older writers are more well-known and have a lot of fans.

And either way, you definitely shouldn’t stop trying. Way back at the beginning when it was just a couple handful of us “regular writers” in this tiny-ass ship, we basically had no fans but ourselves so we just passed our own fics around to each other. Almost nobody outside of us read our fics at first. If we all gave up then, the Steter ship wouldn’t be as big as it is now, and none of us would have any readers in this fandom.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, you shouldn’t feel too discouraged if your fics aren’t getting as many readers as you hope. If it’s a matter of getting your fics out there and more well-known, then continuing to write can only help. And if it’s a matter of having to improve your writing, then continuing to write also helps.

I have noticed that a lot of the older generation of writers in the Steter ship have drifted away like I did so that might’ve also contributed to a decrease in readers overall.

But so long as you like writing, you should keep writing. I understand how disappointing it can be if you don’t get a lot of kudos or comments for the stuff you post, but sometimes, it just be like that, especially in small fandoms or fandoms you’re new to or if you’re just new to writing in general, and all you can really do is try to remember about what got you hooked on the character or ship you’re writing, and why you wanted to write in the first place, maybe talk to other people who like the same stuff you do, and just keep at it.

#ask #anonymous

[pomplalamoose]

to love from afar

✨Master Luke Skywalker x reader✨

summary: During your training as a Padawan you get hurt and are in desperate need of help.

Of course your Master, Luke Skywalker, comes to your rescue, while you try your hardest to hide your feelings towards him.

word count: 5,451

Frantically scrambling for anything to hold on to, you tumble down the shallow hill you were standing on just a few seconds ago.

Quickly you realize you couldn't have chosen a worse spot to loose your footing, as you feel sharp stones digging their edges into your legs, scraping up your arms and shoulders.

A collection of rather thorny growths finally stops your fall, but, to your dismay, also hinders you at successfully getting up again, the thorns already having a very solid hold on your soft clothes.

Still you try to move, wanting to at least retain some last bit of your dignity.

You instantly regret that decision when a horrible pain shoots through your limps, rendering you very much helpless.

"Uhhhhhh, are you okay?"

A hesitant voice rings out and out of the corner of your eye you spot your sparring partner moving toward you with a concerned expression.

Carefully you will your head to look at them, preparing to ease their worries with some easy words.

All that escapes your mouth though, is a very pathetic noise, somewhere between a groan and a whine.

Now standing directly next to you, their eyes grow huge.

"Oh. Oh wow, oh force. Oh wow. Uhhh. Is all of that your blood?"

Instead of responding you just continue looking up at them.

Even if you were currently able to form words, it'd be rather useless, because OF COURSE it's your blood.

At least that's what you assume.

Due to your current inability to move even a single muscle you haven't managed to get a good look at yourself and your injuries.

You're not sure you want to anyways.

If there is as much blood as your fellow student's reaction indicates, you'd rather not.

An awkward silence falls, before they shake off their initial shock and crouch, trying to help you sit up.

Finally in an upright position again, you heave a sigh of relief, which immediately turns into a shriek when you spot your bloody legs tangled in thorny tendrils.

"Oh no oh no oh no, get them off, get them off of me, this hurts like hell!", you sputter at the same time they say

"Just stay here like this, I'll get help. I'll be back real fast, I promise."

Instantly you stop in your tracks, looking up at them with as much indignance you can muster right now.

"Oh don't you dare! The others can't see me like this, that would be SO embarrassing, you can't do that to me!"

When they don't reply right away, you quickly fall suspicious. Then suddenly you see a complacent expression grow on their face.

"Don't be so silly.", they say with a widening grin, "I'm getting Master Skywalker, of course!"

With that they turn around and sprint away before you can properly register their words.

Horrified you do your best to square your shoulders and straighten your back, your hands shooting up to to fix your hair.

Quickly finding it a hopeless endeavour, you hurriedly try wiping at your face instead to get it as clean as possible.

Unfortunately, with your hands full of dust and bloody sprinkles you end up doing more harm than good, eventually just slumping back down in defeat.

You are very well aware you're not getting out of this predicament alone; still you have to admit that you'd rather be surrounded by a group of snickering classmates than having to face the gentle exasperation Master Skywalker will surely display.

It's an expression he regards you with often and it never fails to make you want to curl up and hide away somewhere.

You hate having such a hard time successfully carrying out even the simplest of his exercises and while Master Skywalker has been nothing but patient with you, you want to be good enough, just once, to hear some of his rare praise directed at you instead of messing up most of the time.

The vehemence of this wish at first surprised even yourself until you awoke one morning, rather short of breath with a tingling persistence between your legs.

The realization you had developed a crush on your teacher slowly dawning on you then.

Far from the only one fawning over his good looks, you and the other Padawans happily indulge in the quick exchange of glances, the shared giggles and wildly exaggerated retellings about "that one time during dinner when Master Skywalker held eye contact wayyyy longer than necessary, I swear, he even smiled at me!!!".

Though while the others are doing everything to draw near to your Master whenever they possibly can, some even stumbling into him to hopefully get caught in his embrace, you find yourself going out of your way to avoid just that, finding his presence so overwhelming you'd rather admire him only from a distance.

Now, with the prospect of facing him in your current situation, you feel your heart rate increasing rapidly.

Force, this is humiliating.

You don't even have a good explanation for the fall you just took, simply having failed to be aware of your surroundings, only concentrating on keeping your partners saber out of your face.

There's no way you'll get out of this without at least some extra exercises and one on one training deep into the night.

And even more so you worry you'll be forced to leave because maybe you are just THAT bad and a hopeless case and then-

Like out of nowhere you feel your Master approaching, his presence in the force so all consuming not even you can miss it.

Breathing in and out extra carefully to calm your traitorous heart, his perfectly polished boots enter your field of vision.

At this you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut firmly, not being able to witness his immediate reaction, scared you might accidentally start tearing up in the face of his disapproval.

You hear his steps stop just short of your body, a slight crinkle as he seemingly adjusts his clothes.

Slowly you take a little peek and nearly let out a screech, your eyes shooting open immediately.

His face is hovering close to yours, the movement you heard being from him bending down.

You don't think you ever had the chance to get a glimpse of his face that close.

It's unbearable, like looking into the sun, like drowning in seas of blue.

He scrutinizes you with slightly raised eyebrows, his expression not indicating his thoughts.

When he speaks it's in a surprisingly careful tone, not a trace of the gentle teasing he normally puts forth at the failings of his students.

"I need you to stay very still for me, alright? Can you do that?"

When you nod, he comes to kneel beside you, his hands already moving towards your legs before he suddenly turns to face you again.

"I will need to touch you now. Is that okay?"

Momentarily caught off guard by the way his eyes lock onto yours, you have to gulp before you are able to weakly voice an answer.

"Yes, Master."

At this he tilts his head slightly in acknowledgement, before starting to detangle the thorny tendrils from your legs.

He works with calm efficiency, his movements precise and focused on causing you the least possible harm.

Your mind, though, is reeling.

Not from pain but from how close he is, from how his unwavering focus is concentrated on you alone.

From how-

Oh. He's looking at you again.

"You have been very brave so far, you will hold on a little longer, yes?"

You manage a nod.

"Good. Don't forget to breathe then, I won't accept you fainting on me."

Fighting down the embarrassment you follow his order, not wanting to be caught in your thoughts like that again.

Are your shields strong enough? Did he sense what you were thinking about?

"Now, isn't that much better.", he remarks and you realize your legs are free to move again.

While relieved, you suddenly feel almost sad at how fast he will move on with his day now, leaving you replaying this singular moment a thousand times in your head.

"Yes, thank you so much, Master.", you shyly say while pretending to busy yourself with straightening out your messy clothes.

"I-"

The words get stuck in your throat and a whimper escapes instead, as your attempt to stand fails spectacularly.

He is at your side in a second, hand on your chin, his voice suddenly stern.

"How come you did not deem it important to inform me about the seriousness of your injuries, Padawan?"

"I- I-, no, it's not that bad, really I-"

Flustered you watch as he lifts an eyebrow, his grasp on your chin not wavering in the slightest.

"No? But you seemed to have some trouble there right now, did you not?"

An expectant silence falls, as you try to string together your words but find you're too distraught by the way he basically has you cornered.

After a moment he speaks again.

"I don't like repeating myself over and over again, Padawan. I believe I have told all of my students how important their honesty is to me, especially when they are hurt or in distress."

"Y-yes, Master. Of course, I-"

"Should I not be told immediately if something is wrong? If one of the students under my care is suffering?"

You struggle to continue looking at him but his hand on your chin leaves you no other choice. Your voice comes out rather meek in comparison when you again try to answer.

"No, of course you should be told, Master. I know you only have our best interest in mind. I didn't mean to-"

He hums approvingly.

"Much better. Now tell me. Are you still too weak to walk back by yourself? Do you need me to carry you?"

Your eyes widen at that.

Despite your racing heart, you find yourself nodding, hoping dearly he won't notice your nervousness at the prospect of him holding you so close.

His face softens and he almost smiles.

"Good, there you go. That wasn't so hard, mmh? Put your arms around my neck so I can pick you up properly."

Shakily you comply and are immediately swooped up into his strong arms as if your body doesn't weigh more than a feather.

Careful not to hurt you, he positions your legs around his waist, then holds you close by the back of your thighs.

"Okay?", he asks.

Clinging to his shoulders all you manage is a nod.

To say you're somewhat overwhelmed right now would be an understatement.

Luckily he doesn't seem to need more than that and after slightly adjusting you, you soon find yourself among the other Padawans again.

Your friend, upon spotting you in your Master's arms, gives you a very enthusiastic thumbs up, while all around the air hums with the excited tittering of your classmates.

You can't hold back from sticking your tongue out at them.

All this attention is exactly what you didn't want.

Master Skywalker, meanwhile, steers clear of the little group, heading towards the building where his quarters are located.

Upon noticing this, you are immediately shaken out of your embarrassment, trying to get his attention.

"Master? I don't think-, uuh maybe just, let me down here?"

He doesn't respond to that, continuing forwards like he didn't hear you at all.

You decide to try again.

"The others will look after me, you don't have to worry, it's going to be fine. I'm sure of it!"

To your surprise he huffs a laugh at that.

"Oh yes? Certainly didn't sound like it a few minutes ago. You are not getting out if this so easily, Padawan."

Patting your back like one would to calm a beloved pet, he sets foot inside what seems to be his living room and puts you down on an array of comfortable cushions.

Busy taking in these new surroundings, you don't realize your arms are still clasped behind his neck until he reaches for them to gently ease them away, obviously amused.

"As much as I appreciate your eagerness to follow my order, I can't take a good look at your wounds with you clinging to me like that."

The horror you're feeling at this must be evident on your face.

And then, when you open your mouth to say something, anything, you see it.

That gentle exasperation.

Your heart sinks even deeper; he will never view you as more than a little fool committed to their Jedi training.

You're sure of that now.

Inwardly you scold yourself for hoping otherwise just because he seemed so concerned when he found you lying amidst thorny bushes.

Like he wouldn't have been concerned for any of his students under those circumstances.

Just then you feel big warm hands envelope your much smaller ones, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Look at me, Padawan. Yes, that's it, very good. I did not mean to upset you. Okay?"

He leans forward, closer, as if to make sure his words really reached you.

"Okay?"

You try yourself at a weak smile and nod, his hands squeezing yours again, before he places them down to straighten up.

Shortly after he returns with what seems to be a first aid kit, all his focus concentrated on you once more.

He regards you with such an intensity you can barely stand it, your head immediately lowering again, desperately wishing him to just go on with what he wants to do.

His boots enter your field of vision just like earlier that afternoon, but now under very different circumstances.

You recoil slightly with surprise when he kneels down directly in front of you, still not used to his vicinity, a gasp escaping when he graps your right ankle to get a better look at your leg.

His eyes immediately snap up to yours.

"No, I am okay, that didn't hurt!", you try to reassure him.

"I was just- surprised."

He hums and lifts your leg higher, carefully bending it at the knee, examining its entirety with firm touches, then repeating the same process on the left.

"How was that? It doesn't seem like something is broken or sprained. Did it feel uncomfortable in any way?"

Finally, finally you are given a chance to explain and your shoulders relax slightly.

"Actually, Master, I think the main injuries are superficial scratches. It's just. They were bleeding a lot and now I think my pants are sticking to the wounds? And whenever I move, it feels like they are ripped open anew."

"That seems most likely, yes.", he agrees.

"It might be best to remove them then, before they cause you even more harm. This will also make it easier for me to clean away the blood and make sure nothing is infected."

It is like the world around you has stopped.

His words ring true and yet you can't believe what he expects you to do.

The mere thought of undressing in front of him, your Master, the man you have harbored a hopeless crush on for so long, makes your head spin.

This wasn't how it played out in your dreams and now that you are confronted with reality, you can't think about anything else except your insecurities.

Sensing your shock, he lets go of your left leg and sits back on his heels to give you some space.

"I understand this might be uncomfortable for you.", he begins gently.

"I apologize for my forwardness. I will of course leave while you undress and trust that you are more than capable to take care of yourself just as well."

Through the force you feel his sincerity and are momentarily thankful, the feeling being quickly replaced by something like panic when he makes a move to get up.

You can practically feel your face glowing when you speak up with a quiet voice.

"Master I-, I don't think I'm able to do that on my own. I get-, I cant-"

Placing a hand on your knee he encourages you to keep going and the warmth consoles you a little bit.

Taking a deep breath you continue.

"The blood. Master, I can't see blood. And it hurts. I'm afraid I won't be able to do a very good job. But I know this is necessary, I agree with what you said. I- I need help. Please."

Daring to peek up in his eyes, you see him gazing intently at you, before nodding his agreement.

"That wasn't so hard, mmh? Of course I will assist you in this, I'm very pleased you dared to speak out and ask for help."

Taking his hand off your knee, he momentarily exits the room, leaving you finally able to breath normally again.

Feeling slightly dizzy you bury your heated face in your hands.

You are relieved he agreed to help you, but then, with a wave of nausea, you think of the way you will have to expose yourself in front of him.

Foolishly, in your deepest, most hidden dreams, you had wished for this to happen during a moment of romantic intimacy and not because you fell and rolled down a hill.

You had imagined him leaving heated kisses all over your shivering figure, ultimately dissolving your insecurities in sweet pleasure.

As always the reality is, of course, rather bleak in comparison and you feel tears of embarrassment starting to gather behind your eyes as he reenters, carrying a few medical supplies.

Spotting your agitated expression he quickly draws nearer and crouches down in front of you again, sensing your obvious apprehension.

"Relax, my Padawan, you are allowed to breathe. I will make quick work of this and with your assistance we will get through it easily."

Unhappily you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, too shy to say anything.

Your hear him release a breath through his nose, standing back up when you don't respond.

Fearing he changed his mind and mistook your silence for defiance, you helplessly breath out for him.

"Master, please, don't leave, I-"

"I'm not leaving you.", he tells you calmly as he sits down on the cushions beside you, carefully moving a hand to gently stick a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

"I understand this is not an easy situation but be assured that I have nothing but your best interest in mind. I would not dream of taking advantage of you in any way, if that is what you are worried about."

"Master, I know you wouldn't!", you reply hastily, turning to look at him.

Only then you realize don't have another explanation you can give him for your behavior.

You have managed to keep your infatuation to yourself and you want it to remain this way, no matter how much you would like to succumb to it.

With him so close it's even harder than usual; you know he can sense your racing heart and thoughts which is precisely why you seek to avoid him otherwise.

"Please don't worry, Master.", you tell him instead.

"I'm...I'm simply all over the place from earlier, I might have hit my head too?"

You inwardly cringe at how unsure you sound even to your own ears but apart from sharply raising his eyebrows at you, he doesn't press the topic any further.

"I expect you to tell me, should you later assume this to be true."

When you quickly agree, his expression softens again.

"Very good. Let's move forward then. I'd like to position your legs over my lap while working if you'd be comfortable with that."

You´re sure your heart almost stops at that but thankfully your body reacts accordingly, scooting a little closer and lifting your feet off the floor.

Gifting you a warm smile, your Master bends down to reach for your legs, helping you to arrange yourself until you're comfortable.

"I brought some scissors to cut away the fabric of your pants.", he explains while carefully removing your shoes.

"I hope it will be easier this way and cause you less pain. Should I be too rough, don't be afraid to say so, alright?"

You mentally ready yourself and nod, leaning back slightly so he hopefully won't notice your shaking hands.

Inwardly you scold yourself for being so dramatic.

This is okay. This is a totally normal situation. In fact, this could have happened to any of the others too.

Looking down to where your Master started taking apart your pants, you feel like screaming at how ridiculously attractive he is even now.

With his head slightly bent over and strands of his soft looking hair partly obscuring him from your view, you can't stop staring.

You suddenly feel hot all over and this time you're sure it's not from embarrassment.

One of his broad shoulders is warm and steady against your chest as his capable hands skillfully work away.

Just as you are admiring his jaw and boldly wonder how it would feel to place a little kiss there, spikey pain shoots through your left leg.

You cry out and reflexively reach out, finding yourself clinging to his upper arm like a drowning sailor.

Immediately stopping his administrations, Luke lays the scissors down and somewhat awkwardly pats your ankles in an effort to calm you.

"I did not plan for this to hurt you so.", he says apologetically.

"Seemingly your left side took more damage than the right. I don't think cutting away to spare you pain is going to make a big difference here. I will have to think about something else."

"Huh?", is all you can convey and feel immensely stupid after. What an amazing contribution.

Your Master sighs and you scrunch up your nose sheepishly. Then you realize you're still hanging on to his arm and let go like something burned your fingers.

"I will have no more of your skittish behavior right now.", he says looking at you, his voice stern but kind.

It seems he has come to some sort of conclusion as he continues.

"If holding on to me is what you feel you need to do in order to get through this, you will act accordingly. You are hurt and seem very out of it and I'm not going to fault you for it. However I'm displeased you are not standing by your actions and again failed to inform me about your needs."

He is displeased. And is that disappointment you sense behind his words?

"Forgive me, Master.", you say quietly, feeling pathetic.

"This is what, the third time, I'm reminding you of this today? Even though I explicitly told all of you that I do not like. To. Repeat. Myself."

You tense up, blinking hard to keep tears at bay.

"I'm so sorry, Master. I'm really sorry."

Your voice slightly cracking you realize the hold you had on yourself until now is slipping.

The tension stored in your body since the moment you fell loosening all at once, you can't suppress a sob.

It's quiet for a few seconds but before you can say anything else, his arms are wrapping around you in a gentle embrace, pulling you into his lap entirely.

"M-Master???"

A hand comes up to stroke your hair and when he speaks his warm breath fans over your ear.

"This is not only about your injuries, is it not, my Padawan? I hope you do not fear me?"

Frantically you shake your head, face still buried in his chest.

"No? That's not it? Mmh...you certainly don't have to confide in me but I have sensed a great tension within you whenever I am close."

Still stroking your hair he continues.

"I will refrain from urging you to come forward but again I want to assure you I only want what's best for you. I want to take good care of you and make sure you're comfortable and safe here with me. If there is anything I have done to convince you of the opposite-"

"No! No Master, you haven't done anything wrong, I- it's just that I-"

He looks at you expectantly and like every time the overwhelming want to be good rushes through you, the thought of lying to his face like this unbearable.

Not being able to stay silent you squeeze your eyes shut and blurt out the next words.

"I have feelings for someone. I- I have a childish crush. I know it's unbecoming of a Jedi, Master. I was afraid to be a disappointment. I was afraid you would find out, to fail my training and to fail you. I'm so ashamed."

You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to face the consequences just yet, fully expecting him to remove you instantly from where you are perched on his lap.

Instead nothing changes, his breathing is calm es ever, not even stopping his caresses.

Unable to endure his silence any longer, you lift your head, searching for an answer on his face.

"...Master? Please say something. Do I have to leave now? Will you- will you send me away?"

He shushes you soothingly before responding.

"No, of course not. Attachment was frowned upon by the Jedi before their fall, in that you are correct.

However I do not want to maintain this as strictly while rebuilding the order. I myself have attachments and would certainly struggle without the people dear to me. You are a great student of mine and I do not want to miss your abilities."

Gripping your shoulders to get a proper look at you, he smiles encouragingly.

"I'm aware you are prone to worrying but in this be assured, you have not failed as a Padawan because you dare to feel towards those surrounding you. Okay? And of course you will remain here with me and the others, that much is out of question."

Overcome with both relief and conflicting feelings you nod fiercely and he briefly squeezes you tight before hoisting you up under your arms and setting you down in your previous spot.

"Now. Let's take another look at your legs, shall we? The best approach could possibly be to let everything soak for a short while and to then rip it off. Like a very big band aid."

You're kind of thrown by his quick change of topic, still stuck on the fact that he seems to hold you in rather high regard, so in contradiction to your previous beliefs.

But you know he is a very busy man and probably has more important things to do than to wait for your response.

So of course you agree and he applies bacta gel to your already exposed scratches while your pant leg on the other side slowly loosens from your wounds.

You watch him work, your mind reeling from your conversation and his closeness.

The relief that flooded you after admitting to your one fault is truly uplifting, yet you feel gnawing guilt at the prospect of not telling the entire truth.

How could you, though?

Just then he experimentally tugs at the soaked pant leg and while it's not pleasant, it doesn't hurt badly either.

Your preservations, though, aren´t entirely dispelled yet.

"And you're sure, you can't just use the scissors again, Master?"

He thinks for a moment but quickly shakes his head.

"I could try of course but from what I sense, I would only run the risk of accidentally hurting you more. The final decision is yours to make, of course, I won´t talk you into this."

Weighing the options you release an uncomfortable sigh.

"Then ripping it off it is, I guess."

"I promise I will be quick, maybe take hold somewhere? Can't have you flying across the room because of this."

A giggle blubbers up before you can stop it and you spot a somewhat playful glimmer in his eyes as you both get into position.

"Okay, on the count of three, hold on tight. Are you holding on tight?"

"Yes, Master.", you respond with laughter in your voice.

"Well then...one, two and three!"

With an almost comical jerk your bloodied pant leg comes off, landing somewhere in a corner.

Your wounds now finally in the open you can´t stop yourself from making a face.

That's definitely anything but sexy.

Your Master however doesn't seem to mind, gathering your naked legs close to apply more bacta.

Once again you are struck at the sheer size of his hands, one of them easily wrapping around your lower calf.

Don't stare, you sternly remind yourself, and don't get too excited or he will think you upset again.

You try to concentrate on the pain instead, which is fading rather quickly now due to your Master's administrations.

And before you know it, before you can deliberately enjoy this precious moment, it's over.

Gently your legs are lowered to the ground again and Luke gets up to collect the supplies and parts of your pants lying around.

"Let me see if I have some bandages and an old pair of pants here to lend.", he says turning to you.

"I can't let you leave in a state of undress, after all."

"Yes, thank you so much, Master.", you reply obediently while a stubborn voice inside your head insists on staying just a little while longer.

Not that his presence is any less nerve wrecking after this strangely intimate situation you shared; you simply can't seem to tire of looking at him, his features, his lively eyes.

At least you got close to him for the first time today, you tell yourself. You were recipient of his affection and care and now you'll even get to wear his clothes.

No reason to get greedy.

Rounding the corner he returns with a satisfied look about him, clearly having found what he was looking for.

"Don't worry.", he says as he is kneeling down in front of where you are still seated.

"This will take but another few minutes and then you are allowed to leave. Your pants will be replaced and for your walk back to your room you may wear this pair of mine. It's probably too big but it will do."

Laying it down next to you he starts to carefully wrap bandages around sections not yet fully healed.

This too ends much too quickly and against your better judgement your heart speeds up, your tongue desperate to blurt out your deepest feelings.

Before you can even think to open your mouth though, he reaches for you, helping you to get up.

You're briefly glad your shirt is covering half of your thighs before he hands you the pants and you rather awkwardly try to put them on.

Unlike before he does not offer his help, instead watching you with an amused expression that has your cheeks burning a fiery red.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why aren't you able to close a button normally like every other person?

"Done?", he asks when you have finally managed to put everything in order.

"Yes, Master."

He laughs at that, a truly lovely sound, one you don't hear often.

"Then off you go and take care this time, can you do that for me?"

Laying a hand on the back of your neck, he leads you back outside stopping just out of sight from the others.

"If your wounds continue to trouble you, tell me. If I find out you aren't truthful about this there will be consequences, am I understood Padawan?"

"Yes, Master."

"Repeat it."

"I understand, Master."

At that he relents and his gloved hand quickly reaches out to momentarily hold your cheek.

"Very good, Padawan. Although there is one last thing."

When he sees your confused face, he can't contain a smirk. Looking out across the wood in the distance and then back at you, he's suddenly serious again.

"You didn't tell me the whole truth when I asked what truly bothered you."

Feeling your heart miss a beat for what feels like the twentieth time today, you grow tense. Why does he manage to catch you off guard again and again?

"How...how do you know, Master?"

"The shields around your mind aren't always as well secured as you think, my Padawan. Especially under stress you tend to let your guard down. We will have to work on that, don't you think?"

Truly horrified at his words you are unable to respond in any way.

"Go, Padawan. Take the rest of the day off to regain your strength for tomorrow."

"Yes, Master."

Your voice comes out weak, barely audible, unheard by anyone.

Master Skywalker is already gone.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #luke star wars #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars legends #the mandalorian #x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #no use of y/n #fluff #light angst #comfort #master and padawan #my fanfiction

[foileadeux]

Could I potentially get the rundown on that False King au I keep seeing? I am very Interested

UHHH YEAH sure! umm i suppose ill just paste a part of the confrontation description here but it all spawned from my recent animatic!

this is an au where the pale king takes hollow’s place as a vessel for the radiance either after 1. realising his child is in fact not empty or 2. not wanting to lose his child or a mix of the two. so in desperation right as hollow is sealed away pk scrambles on over to the black egg temple and focuses the infection into himself from hollow

aand after a fucked up dream sequence (as shown in the animatic) pk ends up succumbing to the infection and merging with the radiance to create pkradi/false king! yippeee! and from here i've branched out into a few different ideas but mostly latched onto the idea that radiance is going around pretending to be pk and fucking shit up. i dont have a solid story or anything currently it's mostly just shenanigans whilst i get a feel for stuff HAHA

#false king au #ask

[sleepygaymerdisease]

where does one get started with lupin i’m curious

i will always recommend the movie Castle of Cagliostro (1979) directed by miyazaki because it is the best lupin media ever in my opinion. BUT. the problem with starting here. is that it's kind of like the magnum opus. which is insane to say because it's the 3rd lupin movie ever made but it's like. ok. it's super good but the lupin characters dont ever have that same amount of depth ever again and it's not really mentioned anywhere because there's no series continuity. it's kind of like a retrospective of the series that would take place near the end of a hypothetical timeline. but there isn't a timeline. no continuity. so Technically you could start anywhere with no issues as long as you know the very basic premise. once you know the main characters you're pretty much set for anything. with varying quality. and trust me it varies a lot. to the point where i don't easily recommend it LOL. um but aside from cagliostro hmm. i really like part 1 even though theres a lot of issues with it because like, it's definitely aged but there's a lot of depth (miyazaki also worked on part 1 lol) and you can see how people became so attatched to these characters. to me its a really good mix of ridiculously silly and seriousness and dread. ok and other than that. uhhh. hm. Fuma Conspiracy is a really good movie (and a shitty rip of it is currently on youtube hehe). oh and animation-wise i'd rec Lupin III: The First (yes the name makes it a pain in the ass to talk about) but the plot is not particularly good and also theres nazis in it. theyre the bad guys but jesus christ its a lot. also disclaimer pretty much everything i listed will have guns + violence and sexism. like Extreme Sexism. i hate this stupid series sometimes. a lot sometimes. cagliostro has the least sexist portrayal of fujiko my best friend fujiko the femme fatale and theres a section on the wikipedia about fans complaining about the lack of sexualization. to give you an idea of where this is at. theres always a ton of other shit going on in the movies n shit too so lmk if you'd like any specific tws for specific medias i listed.

TLDR:

• there's no continuity so all you need to know are the characters who are always being put into situations. MAIN CAST: Lupin III, Jigen, Goemon, Fujiko, and Zenigata. gentleman thief, gunman, samurai, femme fatale, and the detective trying to stop them all. they're all crazy. that's all u need to know. congrats you're set. that being said.

• Start with Castle of Cagliostro. (which is my fav but it's different from a lot of lupin media 💔)

• after that I'd go with Part 1 i guess. it sets up the characterizations extremely well but theres also Problems and Issues.

• Fuma Conspiracy. a solid movie 👍

• Lupin III: The First. amazing animation. plot leaves more to be desired. it follows the general plot beats of cagliostro though. still havent decided how to feel about that but WOW HES 3D!!!

• after this you can do whatever you want but watch out. i dont think ive watched anything else i could rec to a normal person.

#im not kidding about tws like dear lord theres always so much. i think ill have to come up with a list someday. that being said even when #there isnt awful shit in episodes/movies/etc a lot of it is just like. badly written. and i still enjoy it but. i can genuinely only #describe it as cocomelon. its doing something to my brain and its probably harmful. have i mentioned the amount of lupin dreams ive had #where i talk to these fucking characters. or i AM them? unbelievable. i need to be examined. #anis gaymer moments #long post

[nightmarecountry]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN MEME.

NAME: currently we mostly go by Wilds on here, though I (the host) am uh... between names, ha. went through some shit this year that i'm pretty sure triggered a host change/a new host split SO.

PRONOUNS: they/them collectively. it/its too if we're friends i think. it's complicated. host also uses she/her and (rarely, these days) he/him but again... complicated...

MOST ACTIVE MUSES: i mean. the corinthian, obviously, but which Flavour of him i want to write really depends on the day... over on my multimuse it varies WILDLY and often just depends on if there's a particular plot point or theme i'm rotating in my head a bunch.

RP PET PEEVES: look if i get into that here someone's gonna snipe me from the rooftops or something for having an honest feeling in public. i don't like lack of communication (or the passive aggression that comes with it), people feeling entitled to my time/attention/replies, or anyone making me feel obligated to do anything ever tbh.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS: i've been RPing for like uhhh... 17-18 years at this point. jesus.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: definitely angst. i like reading smut more than writing it (mostly because writing it gets stressful real fast), and i love fluff but it's gotta have substance to it. i feel like the secret fourth answer here is "depth".

PLOTS OR MEMES: hmm... it's sort of both. i honestly like ic asks most of all: not memes, but not threads either. i like having a sort of 'foundation' to work off of and going back and forth with it, but i can only really plot extensively with someone when i've gotten to know them well. i LOVE memes but i tend to need a lot of them because if you only send one there's a solid 80% chance i won't have an answer in mind KJNSDJKNSDF

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: medium i guess! i need to get comfortable doing short as hell replies again but i always worry people will take it as a lack of interest. i don't tend to do suuuper long replies because i have trouble remembering everything i've written lmfao

IDEAL TIME TO WRITE: somehow, 3-4am. i am rarely AWAKE during those hours right now but it's still just peak writing hours for me, probably due to lack of distractions.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: baby i'm not even like myself. but in all seriousness, i feel like as a writer you're always gonna be putting bits and pieces of yourself into your characters - particularly for RP which is a much more uh, 'close contact' form of writing, i feel? i can separate myself very well from my characters when writing fic or other stories, but RP i feel requires you to step into their shoes a lot more often and more consistently... so yknow. anyway man i have DID you'd better believe there are pieces of lots of us in all of our characters. good luck guessing where they are (it isn't hard).

tagged by: @peacereflected but i also stole it from @ohsunshine because i'm in love with them both. hope this helps.

tagging: you. but also @spacereflected and @talentforlying and [spins a wheel] @pohlepen

#( ooc. )

[carpetbug]

Please, teach us, how to draw beautiful mlb character? Specially Kagami.

I mean, your art are so solid, but very expressive, how do you draw the characters in your style without losing the characters view/identity

ANON IM CRYING THERE ARE TEARS DOWN MY FACE THANK YOU!! gosh that is so kind oh my god

lots of practice!! i’ve been drawing these silly little guys pretty consistently since 2020, and my style has changed drastically so many times. keep drawing the character and you’ll find your groove eventually :)

more recently i’ve started tracing over icons of the characters to get a better feel for their canon design, as well as noting their distinct features, then incorporating a few details of my own style (or my own design for them) to see how it would look on the actual character. From there i just start sketching, following my references and notes as best I can while still having fun changing up their looks. [i’ll include an example using kagami under the cut :)]

for colors I like to color pick then adjust accordingly. i have no idea how color theory works so uhhh don’t trust my coloring lmao it’s all luck

most of all just really study the character!! gather a ton of references, trace, sketch, and experiment!

[i know this also probably isn’t what you’re looking for but if you’re wanting to work on expressions i highly recommend Aaron Blaise character design course along with any of his other courses! i’m currently working on that course along with some of his animation courses. he’s an awesome teacher!]

i hope this helped! thank you again for the kind ask 🫶

i kept almost all of her canon design while altering her eyes, hair, and outfit to fit more with my own style. they make very helpful references :)

#carpetbug answers #hehehe never getting over this ask tysm it’s so sweet #i’m so happy people like how I draw Kagami #she is my beautiful baby girl

[spaceyflowerswriting]

2 dorks (jace park x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader, general canon au, you and jace are classmates secretly pining for each other

summary: you and jace have a painfully awkward 3 am talk over the phone.

a/n: this is basically for anon that was curious about if i had written jace before ! here's my first attempt ^_^

also shoutout to this song for giving me the inspiration and strength to finish this T_T

×

There were a lot of times Jace wished Burn Knuckles was... a little smarter, to say the least. Like, a lot. But other times he was glad they were oblivious and dense. This was definitely one of those times. Unfortunately other people around still noticed, but Jace was only teased from time to time so he didn't mind too much.

What did they notice? Well, his crush, of course. It's not like he made it obvious or anything, he--yeah, no, it was pretty obvious. The longer he was crushing on you and the stronger his feelings grew, it was getting harder for him to act as if he didn't harbor romantic feelings for you. The worst part was he was beginning to think you were noticing, too. And he wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual.

He didn't really know what to do with himself after realizing that. Logically, he could just waltz up to you and ask you out, but that's easier said than done. Not to mention, he didn't want to ruin anything between you two. Being your friend was the only way he could see your charming smile up close and have fun, casual conversations with you. How could he possibly risk losing that?

And so he thought about what to do for a solid month, before ultimately deciding he'd be fine as staying your friend. Plus, if he had to be honest, he didn't even think he'd fall in love with you so this would probably be fine. After all, you two were just classmates and he didn't think by continuing to interact with you and then befriending you would land him in a friends-to-lovers story.

Ahem, that is if you say yes to when he asks you out. Which he won't.

Probably.

"Argh, no, I said I wouldn't!"

"Jace?"

"Huh?" Jace blinked himself back awake. He had fallen asleep?

"Were you... sleep talking...?"

"Uhhh... maybe?" What the hell did he just experience? Some dream retelling of his current situation? Whatever it was, he shook his head as if trying to shake away the sleepiness in him and readjusted himself in bed. "Sorry for the noise," he murmured, picking his phone up and laying it by his head instead of by his torso where it had slipped. "And sorry if I did sleep talk." A second passed before he worriedly asked, "I--I didn't say anything weird, did I?"

"Nah," your voice replied, soft laughter following afterwards. "You know, if you're tired, you can go to sleep."

"But I like hearing you talk." Jace cringed a little with how quickly he responded.

"Then why'd you fall asleep~?"

He groaned hearing the teasing tone of your voice as his cheeks colored in a little red. He could just imagine the cute grin on your face. "I guess I'm tired. Not of you, though."

"What am I saying?!" Cue the internal screaming. "Maybe I should head to sleep... I might say something I'll regret in this state."

His heart pounded in anticipation at the sudden silence at the other end of the line.

Pro of voice calls: you couldn't see him blushing.

Con of voice calls: he couldn't see your expressions and guess what you were thinking or planning to say.

"Well... good to know you're not tired of me." A pause. "Um... you think you'll ever get tired of me?"

"No...?" You laughed after his response, and Jace could actually tell it was nervous laughter. It took him a while to register it though because he wasn't sure what you were nervous about. "If you're worried about that, you don't have to. Like I said, I like listening to you talk. About anything, really."

"Huh." At least you sounded a little more content now. "Is that why you've been having these late night talks with me?"

"Mhm. Well, we've been having them for a while though, haven't we?"

"A few months maybe? I don't know, I just started talking longer than usual one night and it became a pattern I guess."

Jace hummed. "I talk, too, y'know."

"Right, right, late night conversations, not late night speeches from me. I did say talks."

After a playful eyeroll, Jace turned to lay on his side, facing his phone. "Yeah, and you also just said, 'I just started talking longer than usual one night.'"

"Don't get smart with me," you playfully snapped, before the two of you shared a laugh. There was a peaceful moment of silence that followed. Jace nearly fell asleep again until your voice called his name.

"Hm?" He was shaking his head like before as if that would help wake him up.

"I, uh. Need to ask you one last question. And then we can both sleep afterwards. I don't know if now's the right time but I don't think I'll get the nerves to ask any other time."

"Um... ask away." Nervousness creeped its way into Jace as possibilities ran through his mind. If only he could feel more prepared for whatever was coming his way.

"We're just friends... right?"

Oh dear. Now that was a possibility Jace thought of, but also one of the many he didn't mentally prepare himself for. He ended up just keeping quiet, unsure of what to reply with. There were lots of ways things could go wrong. Or... right.

"Jace?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you hear my question?"

"Yes."

"...And your response is?"

While the emotional side of Jace was panicking, his logical side took over to say, "Yeah. I mean, that's our current status," which only made his emotional side even more panicked.

"Right." You quietly cleared your throat. "Thanks, I just wanted to make sure. About. That."

"Oh... yeah? Cool."

"Uh-huh."

"God, I wish Vasco was here to break the tension or something."

Jace gulped as he shuffled in his bed again, turning to lay on his back now. "So... that's all?"

"Yup. Uh, good night."

"Yeah, you, too. Good night. And sweet dr--" His phone made a small beeping sound before he finished which mildly surprised him. He laughed a little when his phone buzzed next and he didn't have to check to know it was an apology text from you. Still, he went to pick his phone up, holding it above his face.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off! I thought you were done after 'good night!'"

"Don't worry about it. Sweet dreams! That's all I wanted to say."

"Oh, okay. Back at you, then!"

A soft smile was on Jace's face as he went to give your text a thumbs up. He ended up misclicking though, and unintentionally hearted your text instead. In another state of panic, he dropped his phone on his face.

"Ow!"

He rushed to sit up and give your text the right reaction. Then, immediately flopped back down, sighing heavily. "Why am I like this," he muttered, cheeks feeling warm. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before letting out another sigh and slowly forcing himself to get out of bed to charge his phone. After that, he headed straight back to bed and pulled his blanket over his head.

He had no idea if this conversation would be brought up the next time you two talk, but he hoped it wouldn't. Just to save himself and you the embarrassnent. But maybe that awkward talk was what both of you needed to set things straight.

Nah. It was definitely what you two dorks needed.

#lookism x reader #jace park x reader #jace park

[the-fiction-witch]

Engagement

Media IRL X Scandal

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweetest!

Series Scandal Series 

"Welcome to a video that I have put off. For a long long time" y/n says on a sofa in what looked like a conservatory with Thomas beside her holding one of hopscotch in his lap

"Yes you have" he chuckled

"For any confusion about our current set, and also the large break we had… we moved."

"We did. It was complicated."

"Yeah turns out moving from a house you've lived in for like a solid nine years is hard. Especially with two kids, eight rabbits and a Thomas" 

"I'm a hazard" He smiled 

"Yes, yes you are" she laughed, holding his wrist and exposing his arm covered in bruises "tell the people what you did?"

"I fell down the stairs" he admits "you were convinced I broke my ankle"

"It was sideways! I was alarmed!" She says 

"I didn't break It just bruise it really bad and it like swelled up really bad making my ankle look broken"

"But yes we moved and I'm sure videos about that are going to be coming out soon I think they are being edited at the moment"

"I mean I sent them so probably"

"But as that's gonna take some time I thought we'd do a little video in the new house" she smiled “But today we are going to be having a nice little time”

“Yeah I think it’ll be very nice” 

“Its going to be very teary”

“Ohh god yes. I have already got the tissue box next to us and a bunny I can hug”

“Yeah I I got a plushie too, I didn’t wanna use a rabbit I feel like thats mean to hopscotch to use her as a tear rag”

“She likes drying my tears don’t you hopscotch?” he cooes giving the bunny a hug but she jumped and bolted away “You traitor”

“For explaining. We are reacting. Yes, this is a reaction video. To our wedding video.”

“A little bit late”

“Yeah, we were planning to do this video on our five year anniversary or Our wood anniversary but”

“But you know, kids. Pets. new house. The last two years have been a bit crazy and we we been really busy, the schedule has always been crowded but it feels like a really nice time now the house is settled, girls are settled. Nice time to sit down and watch it”

“Fun fact, we have not see this”

“Not all of it”

“No, we did uhhh we did a thing when we got married which was instead of your usual like wedding photographer and videographer who kinda get the best off bits” she explained “we more had a team, we the video team and the photo team which I think ended up being about… ten twelve people, am i right”

“I think so, we had one guy with a still camera who did the photobooth area”

“Yes, we had a little like flower wall?”

“Star wall”

“Yeah star wall thing for more posed photos which was his job that was his whole job from wedding reception onwards to just have people in there taking photos some of which are amazing”

“He was really good, the photo of my ava in that booth from our wedding is like her main photo now she uses it for everything”

“True. we then had a guest photographer that was his job to just go around tables and family sort of groups and do sort of smaller photos. Then… was it another guy?”

“Two guys, we had our personal photographer so his whole job was just you and me. That was all he did was just us and then another guy who did the parties so my groomsmen your bridesmaids who then after the ceremony became the dance guy”

“Yes! He set up like I think two or three almost like slow motion times cameras I don’t know what they where, but they where for high def clear photos of any dances” she explained “And then video team who split into two one came with me and one went with you for our respective hen slash stag weekends and then filmed the prep an then came together to film the ceremony and reception”

“That's the thing when we say we haven’t seen all of it. There is a lot of footage, and sally edited it all together for us make it in the same style as she edits theres. Hi sally” he waved

“She’s gonna make you really overexposed now” Y/n laughed 

“Or put a cock over my head”

“Both. she doesn’t like being mentioned”

“No, like a reverse beetlejuice” 

“She who must not be named”

“The unspoken editor”

“Yeah, so anyway yes we haven’t seen this all the way though, we’ve seen bits of it we saw alot of it when it first came to us when the edit was done but we where… just back from our honeymoon, and I unknowingly was maybe two weeks prego. With the girls. So… I think it was just a wave of tears.”

“I think on our first watch we got to maybe you putting your dress on, maybe before we had to give up so no matter what we are getting though it today” 

“We’re gonna try. I’m not making promises” she laughs “But before we click it on I think we should talk first about what lead to this wedding video. Our engagement and I’m handing that off to you as I had no idea what was happening”

“Fair enough, Yes. We had been - not dating because dating sounds too early, we had been together lets say for a good solid five years at this point and we had lived together for a good three. And we where starting to look at moving into our first mortgage house together and signing a mortgage lease as a couple. Or a what do they call it?”

“Common Law couple. Which is what they class it after couple and before engaged”

“At that point with common law whats yours is still yours you haven’t intermingled finances and such yet which i mean we kinda had because we had a joint bank account at that point for rent and such. But that was the scene and our status. And we where because of not being engaged or married we were having to jump through alot of legal hoops and extra paperwork because of this. England still has some pretty outstanded rules with this stuff. And originally it started as a joke we jokingly said, why don’t we just go down to the courthouse, get legally married and come back and sign on a basic mortgage as man and wife” he explained “and thats all it was just a joke, we knew we weren’t actually going to do so. But eventually the house sorted out and we moved in together into our first owned house, and the thing was I think it was that joking volazion of it that kinda got the little hamster of my mind kinda whirling” He laughed “even though I knew it was a joke I think part of my head kinda said well why don’t we get married and that staid in the back of my mind stewing while we moved in and made the house our own and every so often i would kinda get little pop ups about it but I never really put that much thought into it.” 

“Until?”

“Until, we went on a little holiday to Lowersoft? Yarmouth? Somewhere in norfolk?” 

“Hemsby?”

“Yep! That's the place” He says “and they have a big vintage retro festival every yeah, so we went and did the whole thing on the bike, with a full vintage wardrobe and we had a lot of fun. And while we were wandering around one day you looked endlessly beautiful!”

“Awwww” she cooes leaning on his shoulder 

“And there was this really cool couple, like they are awesome. Who ever they are. But they where actually getting married at this festival in like leather jackets, they went off on a motorbike it was amazing, and it was in the open on the beach and I just remember sitting there with you and watching these strangers get married”

“Sounds creepy when recalling it”

“Kinda does.” he laughs “But at that moment my mind did a little pop! And said hey, won’t this be fun when we do this. And I very nearly said it outlouded!”

“Really?”

“Yes! I was like biting my mouth about that. It had gone from Ohh we could go and get married too, We are going to get married, some day. And then after I had that thought of when we get married, I realized I had actually been thinking about it alot and had come to the conclusion that I do wanna marry you like within the next five years I want us to be married.” 

“Awwwwwww”

“And maybe… a week later, I brought it up to you how you’d feel about us getting married”

“And I remember i said, well yeah i want us to get married, Like I’m down”

“Sure why not?”

“Pretty much, I think for me because it was kinda… on the cards. I think I knew we were gonna get married it was just kinda… a waiting game for how long it would take”

“Waiting on me to move my ass”

“Kinda”

“And You went away not long after this you went off to your families for a bit. And I was talking to jack about it and he said if thats what you want just do it. Y/n wants to marry you, you wanna marry her the worst thing she’ll say is not yet, not now. So i went and had a rummage around your jewelry box and may have borrowed your laptop and… stalked your instagram a little.”

“What?!”

“I think I logged onto your laptop and let like a bunch of say yes to the dress and wedding stuff play and then just waited for targeted advertising which did not take long I think maybe two episodes of say yes to the dress I was already getting like jewelry ads. And i saw one for a store not far from us in a little shopping area quite a small independent store that advertised a lot of custom work and I went in and told them the plan and I think I showed them your instagram.”

“Why?”

“I was like, this is her. This is her…. Vibe. make it look like that” 

“Maybe it gothy”

“Make it gothy. And vintage. And glamor. What you think Morticia Addams would wear on a red carpet, and we went back and forth with concepts and ideas until we just hit it. They emailed me a random tuesday with a design and I just immediately loved it I told them I adored it, it was perfect immediately start making it. And I then had to figure out how the hell I was gonna do it.”

“Had you not thought about that yet?”

“No. part of me was just like should I just come home with it and be like here picked this up for you”

“I’m very happy you didn’t do that” 

“And once it was finished I went and got the ring, and I just threw any ideas I had out the window I was just itching with impatience so on the drive home I booked us a nice dinner came home made up some bullshit about a cheap deal, we got all dressed up I managed to convince you to do your nails which was hard”

“I did think it was weird at the time. But I had no clue”

“So we went off had a nice dinner all the while I’m trying so hard to get on a topic where I can get us over to this like a semi planned speech I had in my head but it just wasn’t working. All the while the ring is like burning a hole in my pocket. We end up leaving the restaurant and going for a little walk in the park and I just blurted it out”

“Very randomly, like we had been talking about grass before,”

“We had, and I just asked ‘Do you wanna marry me?’ and you kinda needed a moment or two so I got down and I offered the ring and rest is history I think”

“Yeah, it was very beautiful” she smiled fixing her ring and giving him a kiss “Without further adieu or wedding video.” 

#tbs #tbs smutty #tbs sex #tbs smut #TBS Imagine #tbs imagines #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas broide sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangster x reader #thomas sangser imagine #Thomas Imagine #thomas imagines

[mitziholder]

Hi, I really appreciate your perspective. I was wondering if you had any book recommendations or any reads that you’ve enjoyed?

hello! that is a difficult question to answer since so much of what I read nowadays is centered around specific topics and eras I intend to use as points of reference in my own writing. it’s rare that I’ll read a book cover to cover (although I’m slowly working my way through Dworkin’s oeuvre) since I usually focus on what pertains to my area of interest at the time, and not all chapters... pertain. not all of them are even good.

a lot of what I read is just reference materials for grammar and style, punctuation, syntax, etc + books on shit that I’m writing about, plus articles and pamphlets about historical (or scientific?) details I want to get right, all of which can be pretty dry. I occasionally skim through the DSM-III-R and a really old copy of the merck manual because they coincide with the time period I’m interested in, lol. do I get much out of them? sometimes. maybe. coin flip. also, random issues of lesbian/feminist magazines and periodicals - off our backs, sinister wisdom, common lives/lesbian lives, lesbian ethics, the furies, etc. anything on story structure or editing is like pulling teeth, but it’s helpful, so I’m willing to suffer through. on occasion I’ll even read terrible books like stone butch blues or we both laughed in pleasure or whores and other feminists to offset the usually biased scope of my research.

anyway, my point is that my “taste” is very dependent on what my current focus is, which is not a solid basis for things I’d be willing to recommend to other people. I’ll find myself going on long, unbroken strings of references, where the feeling of discovery is part of the fun. I’ll read an article that references a book, and that book will reference another book which I’ll then work through and so on

what’s interested me the most as of late is stuff about women and psychiatry, reproductive technologies, the sex wars, as well as memoirs by prominent second-wave thinkers. Dworkin’s heartbreak was not necessarily “enjoyable” - in spite of her humor it was a very heavy and painful read - but I am glad I read it. I feel that way about a lot of women’s writing.

well! anyway, the preppy handbook is pretty funny. how not to write a novel is also great. I don’t read a lot of fiction (outside of comics which I mostly skim for art and formatting inspiration EXCEPT for wimmen’s comix which I found fascinating). uhhh I enjoyed gone girl. that’s recommendable right? I read it like 5 years ago<3

#ask #i actually didn't like the part where she baby trapped her husband by committing murder #imagine doing that for a man. lol #maybe i should read more fiction

[halcyandaze]

question that came to me out of the blue but were there previous versions/scrapped ideas for bonomo and nova [or oc in general]?

oH BOY so I've had bonomo for over 7 years now so uhhh I do indeed got plenty of old material of those two and how they kinda evolved and changed over all that time

so lucky for you guys, for once I'm gonna *pukes in mouth a lil* ugh, share my old art from when I was 15, oof uhhh you're welcome in advance (yes I realize some of my old followers here could have been following since I was 15 but still) also since I've had these characters for so long and tie into my own life at times I may accidentally go off on some tangents but whatever

strap in folks, this is gonna be a long post

bonomo

2015: aight so I first made this lil dude in september 2015 in a sketchbook after school. didn't think much of him at the time, just a cool character design that kinda stuck around. an ex friend of mine gave him the name bonomo (I suck at naming things) but yes humble beginnings here, literally just a little guy

early 2016: ok so at this point I got attached to the design and wanted to flesh him out more. at first he was just a lil creature with a monitor head, but I wanted to run with that retro computer kind of theme and fully embraced it by making him into a robot

mid/late 2016: alright so here is when the design really started to take shape and tighten up as you can see, from this point not much changes with bonomo as far as the design goes except for just minor art style changes from here. this is where I start building more personality, being rather positive, naive, goofy

2017: here is where I really start knowing the character well and finally get all the kinks out of the design. ended up making him very expressive, taller, softer, rounder, everything past this point is peak bonomo

2018/2019/2020/2021/2022: not much to report at this point his design is pretty much solid from here

nova

early 2016: so here I first wanted to make a simple persona/self insert kinda thing and made this rough unnamed loose design of a lil alien creature, as you can see I cannot decide on a color palette to save my life

mid/late 2016: got a name for them and started calling them nova, and I finally picked a goddamn color palette and basic outfit design about damn time. at this point they went from being just a nameless self insert persona concept to be their own character instead

2017: same with bonomo, this is where I feel like I got a good solid design for them, and all of their major design has stayed the same from here on out. I also brought back/revived some elements from their very first designs in 2016 as a design for their younger self for backstory purposes, but this is still a bit rough and I put it on the back burner to shape up their current design and story before tackling their backstory

2018: not much change here except I feel my art has gotten much better at this point lol

2019/2020: at this point I have bonomo and nova's personality, design, dynamic, and story rough ideas down pretty solid so I work more on nova's past and backstory more and have nailed down the design for their younger past self

2021/2022: both versions of nova have remained pretty much unchanged from here

early 2016: both bonomo and (at the time unnamed) nova were more of just designs than the characters we know em as today. I started drawing them together around march 2016 just because I thought "oh haha a robot and alien, sci-fi cross over time" without thinking much of it

mid/late 2016: here I find myself drawing the two together more and it's at this point I realize to myself 'oh shit I can do something with this' and started to really flesh out who they are and where they came from and wanted to turn them into full characters instead of just little doodles. here I started experimenting with lore and story ideas, many of which have changed a lot or have been scrapped completely by now. at first I imagined both of them being from space, but ended up scrapping that and having bonomo be native to earth. I also didn't have a full motive for nova to come to earth yet either, but I knew they'd both be on earth at this point just causing trouble. I also was debating making their story much more depressing and even toxic at points for the two of them, even debating having bonomo leaving nova for good at some point, but that just made me sad over time so that quickly was changed

2017: here is both when their main design elements and personality start to take proper shape. I base their personalities off of exaggerated aspects of my own, bonomo being my goofy silly naive geeky half and nova being my feral stubborn paranoid half. I have also started forming the very rough idea of nova's backstory to how they arrived on earth, why they're on earth, how bonomo and nova meet, and their basic every day lives

2018: ok so now that I have their designs, personalities, and daily lives and motivations down, I start working on their actual story and have gotten it pretty solid now (but these are all spoilers so hmm ask for more info later if y'all really want uhhhhhhh)

2019/2020: at this point my art has gone from much more simple and flat color generally to much more rendered and symbolic and distorted and psychedelic, cuz this was after I dropped out of college and was battling some nasty drug addictions at the time which quite literally changed how I see the world to a much more confusing and broken and distorted place, and my art changed to reflect that. it was at this point that I started working more on nova's backstory seriously since it ties into where their story finishes

2021/2022: my art at this point was a lot of self reflection cuz I had a lot of emotions and a lot of personal growth and a lot of change in my life at this point and phew these two were really going through it in my artwork while I figured my shit out. but here we are now!

so yeah uh that's bonomo the prototype robot and nova the ex-space criminal they live in the middle of nowhere new mexico and get up to silly shenanigans and tomfoolery :]

#asks #anonymous #bonomo #nova #oc #oc lore

[imustbenuts]

2nd time getting tagged for this... ill do it (didnt do it the first time, im sorry, ive forgotten who ;o;) dont feel comfortable tagging my info to that post so im creating a separate one here

@hulloitsdani hi thank u for tagging me, meow meow im sleepy so low energy posting time

Last Song Listened To: Heroes from Sanctuary Heart mix, a lo-fi arrangement of FF14 ost (idk if this link works for you guys :x)

Fave Color: Purples, black, pink and deep blues... i cant commit to a single color D:

Currently Watching: Watashi no Oshi wa Akuyaku Reijou/I'm In Love With The Villainess. And uhhh The Apothecary Dairies. not big about watching mainstream animes of late bc im growing out of so many tropes ;; but these 2 are pretty solid methinks

Last Movie: oh easy. M3GAN. it was a super fun watch i decided to go to on a whim, but tbh im looking forward to The Boy And The Heron when it eventually comes out here... and its still not out >:T

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savory, spicy then sweet, please! sweet in candy or boba form only. ...eek, im hungry again

Relationship Status: single, would rather sleep than date

Current Obsessions: my fic that im still writing the current chapter of. its about gustav, henriette, alfonse and kiran and... trash fire dynamics. i guess FEH in general constantly in the back of my mind? idk when i'll punch out another weird analysis either. also Go! Go! Loser Ranger! recently made me lose it, cant wait for the upcoming anime in january

Last Thing Googled: "blixa 6 studios star atlas". was trying to track down some design stuff for my friend, and maybe i'll get back to drawing again someday but snzzzzz

snzzz....

[highwaydiamonds]

I was tagged by the spiffy @mountainmaven

fave colour = Rainbow Glitter or I guess maybe pale aqua? i don't really have a solid favorite. It changes a lot.

currently reading = Greenwich Park by Katherine Faulkner

last song = Inside Out by POSTDATA (their newest release from last year and it kicks ass)

sweet/spicy/savoury = i like them all. i like sweet and spicy together too. it just depends on the mood i'm in.

fave alc drink = i like a good paloma a lot - but i'm v changeable - as long as i don't taste the booze i'm happy. (in a mixed drink anyway. but i'm more often going to be having wine or cider)

currently working on = lol trying to figure what the hell i'm doing with my life hehheh... heh >.<

traditional or modern = eclectic - antique stuff but comfortable and colorful soft furnishings- a happy mix

fave writer = Jane Austen,

fave dessert = ooh this is hard - i love creme brulee but uhhh i also love a decadent cake with some chocolate ganache in it or some sort of lemon raspberry cheesecake..

fave rapper = uhhhhhhh idk man - i'll let you know when i have one?

fave soccer/hockey/tennis player = i don't have one? Like if i named one of the few players i could think of ( I can think of a very few) it wouldn't really be because they were my " favorite" it would just be "i know of their name and maybe a couple things?" so I'll abstain.

fave politician = ever??? or now? Maxine waters is p dang cool - I appreciate Alexandria Occasio-Cortez decently... Shirley Chisholm was a kick ass politician... But is this open to people who might not have held politial office but were activists? Because Dolores Huerta is p dang cool.

colour of bedroom = ideally I like somewhat lighter colors- because i like colorful cheets and pillows... either warmish white or light light yellow or light robin's egg blue, or light light pink - because those lighter tones i feel like are easier to work with

loyalty or lust = i mean por que no los dos??? but in terms of more than romantic relationships : loyalty. In terms of romantic ones - I want both! I feel like I have some very loyal people - i'm over due on people lusting after me frankly lol - i would like to correct that balance a bit ok???

pizza or pasta = i hate this choice. this should not be an OR question. But I make pasta too often to go without pasta, s i guess pasta. (But Pizza - I LOVE YOU- don't leave me!!)

are you vegan or veggie = nah, I like some vegan and quite a bit of vegetarian options but i eat eggs and honey and meat.

fave time period = This is just for historical and aesthetic reasons ( because lbr i don't want to live in a time without all the technological advantages and antibiotics I can get) Latter half of the 18th century ( particularly French style) and the British Regency period (Georgian stuff is my fucking JAM ok?), late victorian and some edwardian period stuff, Ancient Rome - under Augustus through Marcus Aurelius, the Dutch golden age ( especially for art), the 1950s for fashion was amazing, and probably more - i mean i love some stuff from ancient egypt - but that's way too long to be " a period" and i can't narrow down particular dynasties or kingdoms, nd same with some ancient mesopotamian stuff.

love or hate = they don't say it's hate that makes the world go round - so clearly the answer is LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. It's easy. (just ask Paul and Ringo.)

last series watched = I'm always watching several things. Handmaid's Tale, House of the Dragon, The Serpent Queen, Interview with a Vampire, I just binged Dark Winds, and there are other things i've just watched the odd episode of but not stuck onto.

classical or rock music = I guess on balance, rock? But I'm not sure that what i listen to is necessarily "rock" music... I listen to a lot of stuff but I guess it's closer to rock than it is classical - but calling it rock feels weird?

fairy or dragon = Fairy. Dragons are fun but I am way more into fairies. Plus i'd rather have a gryphon than a dragon, unless dragons are extra friendly. (Like w/ GoT and HotD I enjoy the people and political machinations - I'm not as psyched about dragons)

GOT or LOTR = In terms of the books - I read all of LotR and watched all the films. I haven't read any of the ASoIaF books, while idid watch all of GoT and am currently watching House of the Dragon... I also don't know that i will ever read the ASoIaF books... Idk maybe i will in time, we'll see. I enjoy both but I'm not sure I'm a diehard for either.

Okay, so I'mma tag: @seashells-and-bookshelves , @theselkiesea , @usedtobeanothername , @waitingtogethome , and @ndb-123 ! No pressure if i did tag you, and if i didn't, consider yourself tagged if you'd like!

#i was tagged! #now you've been tagged #tags are fun

[quantum27]

tagged by @mickstopher-mouse

Rules: Make a new post and copy the text from this post and fill out the questions with your answers. Then tag five or more people you want to get to know better. Have fun!!!

1. Favorite color(s): bi flag colors which is convenient but I don't think there's any color I dislike. One thing about learning more about art is that colors are like. Useable in endless ways. Even the muddy ones.

2. Currently reading: the letters of Vincent van Gogh and fanfic ig. I should get back to my noncanonical bible and another actual book lmao.

3. Last song you listened to: promise from silent hill 2, not the reprise. Last one with lyrics? Elvis's see see rider cover.

4. Last thing you watched: stargate idk what episode specifically.

5. In school?: I...work at a school. I just graduated from HS. I plan to go to college eventually but y'know. Riding the waves of life

6. Thing you’re looking forward to: Christmas honestly? Which is surprising because ever since a particularly tragic Christmas I've been turned off by the holiday. HOWEVER. I love buying n making stuff for people and because of aforementioned school Job I finally have a solid source of money to buy things for people. I already have a wishlist of shit to buy.

8. Can you cook or bake? Cooking.... Not great. I can make a few things.Pretty neat at baking, even though our oven makes it difficult sometimes. I know some elitists knock boxed cake mixes but when you're mentally ill they're a god send and also easy to add to.

9. Piece of media you’d recommend to anyone: this is hard specifically because of like. The anyone bit. But uhhh. Unironically the Shrek Franchise ig (y'know except for the third.) Oh and also like Free Guy? It's a really good movie tbh. Possibly cookie run kingdom? It is one of the few gacha games you can get lots of stuff without paying money because they have events a lot where you get free stuff. I feel like the rest of my interests you have to be a specific kinda person to get into. Yes this includes Tron. But anyway yea. I know that's technically multiple things but I feel like. "Anyone" is a broad term lmao.

No pressure tags: @mbirnsings-71, @jet-bradley , @feenie-wright10 (are you even active on Tumblr rn idk I'm sorry sebbie 😭) I'm so bad at tagging people

#tag game #quantum27