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zayneslady · 3 months

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Summary: they seem to prefer their hunter friend more than you and you're tired and hurt about it

Warnings: angst, open ending(?. The reader is not MC, if that makes sense.

Characters: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel x reader (separately)

a/n: feeling angsty tonight. Hope you enjoy my first post!

Classification: scenarios

Rafayel

"Haaah." What a big sigh. "I miss my bodyguard..."

Was that something you could say in front of your girlfriend? You flushed to the tip of your ears. Shame ran through your body with a chill that made your skin crawl. You left the fork on the plate, and the sound made Rafayel turn around to look at you. His eyes soon saw the color on your face and he gasped, suddenly realizing the mistake he had just made, but it was too late. You both knew it.

"No," he said almost breathlessly. "That was not what I-

You rose from your seat before he could continue.

"I think... you want someone else around you at the moment," you said calmly, finally daring to look at him through blurry sight. "M-Maybe, we can have another date... some other time. Now, excuse me, Rafayel."

"No, wait! Come back!"

You rushed out of the restaurant, feeling curious eyes on you, making your skin become even redder. You felt so humiliated. It was not the first time something like this had happened, one could only take so much. You were not the jealous type, on the contrary, knowing Rafayel's personality, you tried to be relaxed around him, but, perhaps... he wanted to forget his bodyguard using you?

That was so lame and pathetic!

A sob made you tremble and you lowered your head, trying to avoid anyone seeing you as you walked as fast as you could to the bus station.

"Wait!" He called your name, running to catch up with you. To your misfortune, the bus was not there yet and you both arrived at the station at the same time. "Listen to me, please," he said breathlessly and you shook your head.

"I don't want to," you mumbled, trying to hide your tears, but it was impossible. "Rafayel, why did you come here? I left you so you could call your bodyguard."

"Please don't say that, I really didn't-

"You did!" You finally looked at him, your lower lip trembling. "Rafayel, I understand... I truly understand, but if you have feelings for her... why are you even with me? You're hurting me, you know?"

He flushed as he grabbed your shoulders. "I do not have feelings for her! I... I really don't have feelings for her. I want you. I have feelings for you, can't you see?"

You shook your head, choking on a sob. "I can't. I can't see it when you say such things in front of me, Rafayel." Oh, how much you loved saying his name. It felt so nice against your tongue. It made your heart tingle lovingly... how stupid.

"No, listen! I don't - I didn't... I don't know why I said that, I swear. I just... I am so sorry, please."

"I'm sorry too, Rafayel. You know this is not the first time... Every time we see each other, you say something related to her. 'What do you think my miss bodyguard is doing right now? She must be really busy doing that job of hers', 'Whoa, my bodyguard really likes these candies! I'm gonna get her some, wait here', 'I'm gonna order this food, it's my bodyguard's favorite!'... Rafayel, I'm not made of wood, you know?"

He was speechless. Pupils trembling slightly. He hadn't even realized all that. That only made you feel more hurt. Did he ever take your feelings into consideration?

"I am sorry," he mumbled, helplessly.

"I am too...," you repeated, listening to the bus approaching. "I gotta go now, Rafayel. I hope... You can sort out your feelings and tell her how you feel. Now, excuse me."

"No, please! I really want to be with you, I-

"See you, Rafayel."

Zayne

"M-Miss Hunter? Bit-

"Yes," he said, checking his phone one more time before giving you some money, your cheeks flushing. "I forgot I had a date with her. You don't mind if I leave, right? Take this, you can pay for our food with this."

"... I-

"I promised her," he said, as if begging for you to let go of him... but you never really had any right to make him stay.

"You promised me too. You said you took your day off for me... was it a lie?"

"No. It wasn't a lie, but right now I-

You nodded. Also getting up. "Zayne... Zayne are you sure you wanted to have a relationship with me?"

He frowned, his expression just slightly surprised. "Of course I am sure. Why are you asking me th-

"Or did you just want a replacement for someone you cannot have?" His eyes widened, but you continued. "I also have feelings, Zayne. I am not asking you to put me above all but... you can't even respect our time together? If you want to go out with miss Hunter, go ahead, I don't mind. But don't make plans with me and cancel them when we're in the middle of it. You could also pay me a bit more of attention instead of texting her all the time don't you think?"

Zayne blinked, reaching out for you, but you stepped back. "Listen, this is not what you think. I do want to be with you, it's just-

"I think... It's better if we leave things here, Zayne. My heart can only take so much. You're free to go."

"Are we....breaking up?"

You nod, forcing the tears back. "I think it's for the best, Zayne to end up here. Thank you for your time, I'm sorry I was taking a bit too much of it. I was just greedy. You don't get your crush to fall in love with you too often... I think I was wrong in that as well."

Tears rolled down your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to stop them. "You can take your money back. You don't have to pay me for my time. Lunch's on me."

He said your name, almost desperately. "Wait, please. Let me explain this. Please."

"Goodbye, Zayne."

"No, please. Let's talk. I really-

"She's waiting for you. Don't make her wait much more."

Xavier

Wow. You had never seen him smiling like that. His eyes were lit up like beautiful stars on a summer night. His lips curled upward, showing beautiful perfect teeth. He really looked attractive. It would be great if he was looking at you too.

"W-What's so funny, Xav?" You asked sheepishly, smiling shyly at him.

"Hmm?" He raised his eyes from his phone and met yours, his smile erasing completely as he put his phone down. "Oh," he said, disappointedly, your ears heated up. "Nothing. I was just texting with my partner."

Your eyes widened slightly. "Y-Your partner?"

"Yes," he said firmly, his voice making you feel tiny. "She's the hunter I work with. I've talked about her before."

"Yes..." Plenty.

"Mhmm," he sighed. Laying down against the picnic blanket under him. "She asked me if I wanted to go eat with her. I had to tell her no because I'm with you... Hey, how long do you think- are you crying?"

You were. Tears streaming down your face nonstop. Xavier sat up, gently grabbing your shoulder, but you softly moved away as you covered your eyes from him.

"H-Hey, what's wrong? Where are you going?"

You sniffed, looking down at him as you grabbed your bag. "Xavier... I'm sorry. I did not know you would like to go out with your partner more than me."

His eyes widened as he also got up. "No. No, you got it all wrong. I-

"Please. Please stop making excuses. No matter what I do and how hard I try, I'm never enough for you, Xavier."

"..."

"You don't smile like that when you're with me. In any case you look bored and annoyed," you gasped, trying to calm your voice between sobs. "I tried not to mind it... I thought that was your expression, but when you talk about her. Your eyes look so beautiful. So lively and warm. And your smile is so bright and sincere and... happy."

"Please, listen to me..."

"I think I'm the one that makes you unhappy."

He shook your head, but didn't do much more than that and you thought you really had enough.

"I won't make you suffer anymore, Xavier. You were never mine completely, but that little part I desperately hold on to, I let it free. You're free to be with her," you smiled softly. "Thank you... for being with me for as long as you did."

"Don't go, please. I want to be with you."

Your lower lip trembled as you nodded a little. "It would've been nice if you didn't make me feel the other way around, Xavier."

"W-Wait, please!"

"Goodbye, then."

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trblsvt · 1 year

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3:00 am | yoon jeonghan

summary | sometimes he just didn't understand what he did wrong, and neither did you. genre | angst, hurt/comfort, fluff (?) warnings | swearing word count | 1.4k words pairing | yoon jeonghan x reader minli | lowercase intended requested by this lovely anon! i apologize if this didn't really follow the prompt :(

"well, if you don't want me here then i'll just go!" he yelled grabbing his coat and keys. you said nothing. "i'll be joshua's if you need anything," he said before leaving.

"i won't," you muttered as jeonghan left. "i don't need you for anything."

jeonghan made his way to joshua's door, head hung low. the fight was stupid, but it was obviously a sensitive subject that he already regretted bringing up. if he was honest, he forgot why he even brought it up at all. your friends were none of his business, he just saw some things that were concerning, so he brought it up. his mistake.

he trudged his way up the stairs of joshua's apartment and knocked on the door. the door unlocked and swung open. "jeonghan?" joshua asked, obviously exhausted. "what are you doing here? didn't ___ just get back home from that trip?" jeonghan didn't know how to respond. you were extremely close to joshua, and jeonghan worried that joshua might gut him if he found out about the fight despite being his best friend too. "we had a bit of a disagreement, an argument," jeonghan confessed. joshua stared at him and slowly opened the door enough to let jeonghan in. after joshua closed the door he said, "i knew you had a fight. i just got off the phone with ___. good choice being honest with me."

joshua brushed past jeonghan and into the kitchen. jeonghan followed quickly after. he could feel joshua's coldness spreading throughout the room. "do you want something to drink?" joshua offered, which was strange because he never did that. he always just let jeonghan get what he needed. jeonghan shook his head and went to sit down on the couch. he registered the sound of joshua sitting down next to him. "so why'd you do it?" joshua asked finally.

"do what?" jeonghan groaned.

"criticize ___'s friends."

"i wouldn't say i criticized them."

"you said they're awful people and that ___ shouldn't hang out with them." jeonghan couldn't refute that. it was true. your friends treated you horribly, and he felt like he was going crazy. "okay fine! yeah i said that! it's true though," he tried to defend himself.

"you do realize i'm ___'s best friend, right?" joshua deadpanned. jeonghan just stared at him baffled. he couldn't believe this was happening. first you, now joshua. the world was just out to get him. "i'm not talking about you, just please try to stay out of it," jeonghan buried his face in his hands.

"okay, i will. just don't ruin this really amazing thing you have because if you hurt ___-"

"you'll beat the shit out of me okay, yeah got it," jeonghan finished for him. "i'll be out here, just go back to sleep. thanks for letting me crash here."

"yeah, no problem," joshua mumbled, getting up and heading back to his room.

jeonghan had been awake for the last three hours. it was now officially 3:02 am. he hadn't been able to sleep at all. he knew what he said was out of line, but it didn't mean it wasn't true. your friends sometimes treated you like you didn't even exist. constantly not including you in outings, posting trips that they didn't invite you on, and jeonghan swears to you that he heard them talking poorly about you behind your back. how could you stay friends with people like that? he didn't understand.

but, he knew that wasn't the thing keeping him up. it's what you said after he brought it up.

"it's not like i can just drop them!" you yelled. he had rushed to your side holding you, "yes you can! they're horrible to you. why are hanging out with people who don't treat you nicely?" you flung your arms against him and pulled away. there were tears in your eyes, "they're the only people i have!"

the only people you had? what about him? he knew that he was around less because of his work, and it was a bit new to both of you because he usually wasn't as busy as he is now. but what you said before he left was stirring.

"i don't need you for anything."

he was sure it was just the anger that made you say it, but you said it when he was leaving. could there be some truth behind it? maybe he was overthinking it, but he needed to get this sorted out. it was his nature. he grabbed his phone off the coffee table and pulled up your contact. other than his family, you and joshua were the only ones in his favorites. he didn't know what he would do if he lost you.

his finger hovered over the call button. would you even pick up? what if after you talked you would want to break up with him. he bit the bullet and clicked it. it rang three times and finally, the other line picked up. "han?" you answered. you sounded like you hadn't slept at all. "___, did i wake you? i'm sorry. you can go back to sleep," he rushed, not wanting to worsen the situation.

"no, han, what's wrong? why'd you call?" you didn't sound upset. you sounded concerned. his mind was reeling. "no reason, it's stupid," he coughed. "i'll let you go."

"jeonghan, what's going on? where are you?" you repeated.

"i'm at joshua's. i just- god, this is so stupid. when you said that you don't have anyone, what did you mean by that?" he finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"what are- i don't know what you're talking about," you spluttered, and you were being completely honest. you knew that. jeonghan knew that. you never lied to each other, ever. "when we were arguing. you said you wouldn't drop your friends because they're the only people you have," jeonghan breathed. "i just wanted to know if that's how you actually felt." he heard a catch in your breath so he gave you time. "you have me, and i'm not saying i'm the only person you need because friends are great to have, but only if they treat you well. you said that you didn't need me for anything, but i need you. please tell me you didn't mean that. i'm sorry i'm gone a lot more now, i will do everything to make it up to you." you wanted to say something, but it died in your throat. he continued, "i need you so much, i can't do

you honestly didn't know what to say. you had been friends with your group for years, but suddenly things began to shift. you would have to be blind not to notice it. but, they were the ones who were there, through everything. you could overlook a couple times they forgot to invite you to things, right?

jeonghan obviously didn't think so. it all started when he came home from work, throwing his bag onto the ground and collapsing on the couch next to you. "didn't you have plans with your friends?" he had mumbled into his arm.

"yeah, they, uh, i got the times messed up. they left earlier than i thought," you had said. it was a red flag of course, and jeonghan knew it. "times messed up?" he scoffed. "this is like the fourth time this has happened. do you think they might be doing this on purpose?"

that's what did it. jeonghan had said what you were afraid of and you snapped at him. of course you didn't mean what you said to him. now he was calling second guessing everything. "hannie, of course i didn't mean that. i- i know i have you, it's just so weird for them to be treating me like this," you sighed. "you're everything to me too. i'm sorry i said those things to you, you have to know i didn't mean it. i never meant for you to second guess anything. i was just upset, and that doesn't excuse it-" you rambled on and on, and jeonghan couldn't stand it anymore. he did feel partly responsible for the state you were in. "it's okay, ___. it was a heat of the moment thing. i- i'm just being overdramatic. i know you didn't mean it. it's late and we're both tired. i think you should get some sleep. i'll see you, okay?" he cooed.

"han, can you come back? i don't think i can sleep on my own tonight," you mumbled.

"of course, my love," he said. "i'm sorry for everything, we can get it sorted in the morning, okay?"

"okay. hurry back."

"i will."

minli | not proofread yet! this was so fun to write. i'm so out of practice with writing angst, i'm sorry! and i'm not sure if i followed the request correctly either :( either way, anon, i hope you like this! leave a like or comment or reblog, anything is appreciated!

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t3a-tan · 9 months

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In the size-shifter AU it makes you wonder how many friends James lost where his immediate first reaction to Oliver finding out is to expect to have to avoid him completely and never talk to him again.

Bro I'm so sorry I forgot to post this it's been in my drafts for a while—

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James stared down at Oliver, frozen in shock at what he was hearing and seeing. It must be a trick. There was no way that Oliver, someone he honestly hadn't known that long in the big scheme of things, wasn't scared of him.

Even his ex-wife, the only person to accept his sizeshifting before, was scared when he first grew in front of her. As long as he stayed human-sized she came around, but things got heated again.

His size always caused problems. James tried his best to keep them under wraps and just be normal, but god did it feel tiring having to keep himself from growing all the time. Eventually it became too much for Emily to handle and they separated.

So why on Earth was this human man standing at his feet, as calm as could be?

It couldn't be real.

"Why….why aren't you running?"

The sounds of screaming shook the forest. James really hadn't meant it— he went to the woods to hide away and wait for his size to go back to normal only to stumble upon a campsite. He didn't get too close and he tried to calm down the panicking people but they simply wouldn't listen to reason.

Oliver's smile faded as his expression returned to it's usual relaxed neutral. He continued to look up at James, making eye contact that felt so…accepting. So warm.. But James knew better than that.

He probably thinks I'll hurt him if he runs or shows discomfort… I'm sorry Oliver, I shouldn't have let us become friends. This is my fault, James thought to himself.

"Why should I run from a friend?" Oliver asked— as if he was actually confused. As the man took a step towards James the sizeshifter couldn't help but move back in turn, startled by the gesture. Oliver's expression softened from its initial confusion, but as he opened his mouth to probably continue lying, James's voice boomed instead.

"Aren't you scared?" He asked, his brows furrowing as he leaned down, trying to seem intimidating. Did Oliver think he was stupid or something? No one could accept this form of his. No one.

Oliver reacted very little, not even so much as leaning back the closer James's billboard-size face crept inward.

"Am I supposed to be? You already told me not to be, and said you won't hurt me. I would've understood without directions, but then why is it so surprising that I'm directly listening to your very own words?" Oliver pointed out, humming slightly.

"M-monster..!"

"Get away!"

"You've been tricking us this whole time!!"

James flinched at the memory of all that yelling… friends from the past. He had tried to give up on it— his only companion for a while had been whiskey and rum every night… He rarely worked; his electric bill was never payed and he took cold showers with cheap soaps, trying to wash his feelings down the drain with the dirt.

Oliver had made his life better in many ways. After finding out he had no heating during the winter he paid the bill for him. He helped him get his drinking back under control. He was a genuinely nice guy and James couldn't help but trust him.

It was a mistake. He knew that. He had stopped making connections with humans for a reason…

"Maybe you should be… I could kill you right here and now if I wanted to. It wouldn't take any effort." It slipped out, but James couldn't help but try to get Oliver to leave just to avoid the pain of hoping and getting betrayed…that was what would ultimately happen after all.

Oliver stared up at him, eyebrow raised.

"I see. A defence mechanism… I suppose it makes sense given how I would presume most people tend to react to such a sudden increase in size." He sighed, shaking his head before looking up at James and seemingly contemplating something.

"I knew about you being able to switch sizes since November. You shot up a few inches. I noticed you continued to grow considering whilst you left the room you had to crouch under the door. I was going to ask, but considering you locked yourself in the bathroom I figured I should wait until you confronted me yourself." He explained.

James blinked in confusion. That long ago? That was months… he hadn't noticed a single difference in how Oliver treated him during all that time. He didn't even know Oliver knew.

The shock must've showed on his face, as Oliver smiled, reaching up and gently patting his cheek.

"You're a good man, James. I'm happy to call you my friend… giant or not, it doesn't change a thing." He spoke with a gentle and reassuring tone. James couldn't believe what he was hearing or seeing. Sure, Oliver had always come across as accepting but…

He would accept him as his friend? Even when he was a monster…?

Oliver saw the conflicted expression of James's face and he tilted his head, smile still apparent.

"Should we continue our walk then?" He offered.

Despite the fact that everything in James's mind was telling him he couldn't trust this….in his heart he understood this was real. The look in Oliver's eyes was genuine. His words were truthful. James couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah. I'd like that…"

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venus-celestial · 25 days

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Did I fall asleep in the middle of writing and completely forgot to post when I finished why yes yes did

Do I have any idea what to do for day five no no I don't

But anyway here's day four of @nestaarcheronweek with the prompt lover

Sun kissed

Nesta looked at herself in mirror and felt well.. Many things warm nice and maybe slightly nervous for what was happening tonight

it be the first time in a year and a half she would see the night court again and she was nervous especially considering her current attire

It was nice a was a knee length dress with a short v-neck it was white with gold accents detached sleeves and a two layered skirt her hair was down within small gemstones woven In

and sitting atop her head was a golden circlet with a amber gemstone in the middle it was undeniable where and with who she now wished to remain

Gods she was a nervous wreck as she looked at herself in the mirror she looked like the lady of day and if her beloved had anything to say about it which he did considering he was the fucking high Lord she would be

but despite everything he had done for her still did despite his countless words of affirmation and love and the way he looked at her life she was the sun itself she still felt like she was not enough

She was not enough Elain not enough for Feyre not enough for the rest of the redt of the inner circle and never fucking enough Cassian

If she wasn't even enough for a general how was she ever going to be enough for a High Lord the second most powerful High Lord no less

What if he grew tired of her what if found another what if he saw what the night court did what if agreed whatever insults would get thrown her way tonight what if he sent her back what if-

"Sunshine?" The voice broke Nesta From her spiral she hadn't realized she'd been having she quickly turned her head to Helion was entering the room his face concerned

He quickly made his way over to her and cupped her face in his warm hands "My love what's wrong why are you crying" he asked thumbs wiping at her cheeks gods she hadn't even realized she'd started crying

"I-I" She didn't have words to describe her fears her worry so she said the only thing she could think of the only thing she wanted "P-please D-Dont leave me" it came out choked and desperate

Helions heart broke and he quickly scooped her into his arms as she devoled into sobs that wrecked her entire body

He quickly walked over to bed sitting down and cradling her head against his chest as he rocked her back and forth making quiet shushing sounds to clam her

"Sunshine Nesta My love I'm not going anywhere I'm not leaving I promise" He soothed "Darling tell what happened what caused this is it about the night court coming tonight" he asked

"What if I'm not enough for you" Nesta said through tears "what if I'm as horrible as they say I am what if I deserved their treatment" she paused "What if I don't deserve you because of it" She breathed voice pained

Helion had never wanted to murder a group of Fae more then he did right then but right now his Nesta his lovely strong beautiful Nesta needed comfort.

He gently kissed the top of her head before pressing a sweet kiss to her lips and whispering "You do deserve to be here with me my Sunshine" He told her softly

The words made Nesta cry harder "But you're the High Lord I'm- Helion cut her off "Perfect" He said simply "Beautiful Smart Strong" he continued "and I don't care what the Night Court says otherwise"

"You deserve the world my sun and I'll spend everyday giving it to you" He said "You are everything I want and I'll shall make you my High Lady someday" he promised.

Nesta's eyes widen at those words her breath catching "Won't I-" she was cut off

"No I already have you you'll only have to take a vow my love" He said softly "This what we have is right and I don't want you to question it ever" he said

"I want you as you are as my wife my high lady as my everything" he said gently.

There were few words Nesta could come up with on the spot that would fit as she looked into his and saw nothing but love she smiled

Helion smiled warmly his fingers carding through her hair he kissed her forehead again.

"Now" he said "Shall we go show the night court what they so foolishly lost" He asked kissing her nose voice teasing Nesta giggled

She nodded leaning closer into his warmth he wrapped an arm around her "Yes yes let's" she said and as they made their way out of the bedroom to face the night court Nesta's heart was full and warm

That's all I hope you enjoyed this ship probably has like 2 shippers but I am definitely for it

Also it was originally supposed to be sumt but I decided to make it fluffy and hurt/comfort instead

As always please ignore any spelling mistakes and have a lovely night

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hsgucci94 · 1 year

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Crowds

Summary: The one where Harry knows how bad Y/N’s anxiety gets in a crowd and offers her to watch his live show from his dressing room.

Content warnings: fluff

Word count: 600

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A/N: "***" means it’s a different scene, just to avoid confusion hehe. Also, if you click on the image you can read the texts much better x

A/N2: jgkgjgfn was meant to post this during his European league of tour but somehow forgot, so here it is months later oops :’)

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Y/N’s phone vibrated in her back pocket a few times, letting her know she had received some text messages. The moment she took it out and read them, a smile was instantly plastered on her face, her heart melting with every word on that screen.

"Harry?,” Jeff asked beside her, elbowing her while rising his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes, the smile still on her face, and nodded. Sarah, Elin and Pauli, who were also sat at the table with her, laughed, shaking their heads. Ever since she joined them on tour, they loved teasing her when it came to Harry.

"Oh, c’mon! It's not what you all dirty-minded people think," she giggled, clicking her tongue while pretending to be annoyed, "Anyway, gotta go."

When she left the room, she could still hear them chuckling behind her back.

"May I come in?" she asked, right after knocking on Harry's dressing room door a couple of times, her head peeking through it.

He smiled in her direction, "Of course, love."

He was standing there, already dressed for the show, and opened his arms for her the moment she started walking to him. She snuggled against his chest, hiding her face in the crook of his neck while his arms strongly wrapped around her body.

"You've got water and snacks in that tiny fridge over there," he informed her, looking down at her to make sure she was seeing what he was pointing at, "I turned on the TV behind me. Right now you can see Wolf Alice performing onstage, but soon that'll be me," he giggled, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Thank you, H," she smiled, moving her head up to look at him, "But I think I wanna be in the crowd tonight.”

“You sure? I don’t mind you staying here at all," he assured her.

"I know. I just really want to enjoy the live show. It's your biggest tour so far, and since I won't be able to join you for most of it, I wanna make the most of my time here."

"Okay," he nodded, caressing one of her cheeks with his thumb, "I'Il tell Jeff to keep you company."

"Oh, no, please," she giggled, "Ever since he saw me smiling at your messages before coming here, him and the band are making fun of me... They think I'm actually paying you a visit because you are..., you know..., needy."

"Oh," he chuckled, "Maybe he did hear us last time?"

Her eyes instantly went wide, her cheeks starting to turn red. When Harry played Coachella a few weeks back and they were both backstage, they couldn't help but have some fun before the concert started. Y/N suspected Jeff had heard them by the way he started chuckling when she passed him in the hallway some time later, but she hadn't been able to confirm such thing until then.

"Oh, boy... Anyway, we should do that again some time," she admitted, biting her lower lip, while the past memories came back to her like a movie..., a dirty one.

"Are you horny?,” he rose an eyebrow, smirking.

"Are you?"

He chuckled, "Well, now I am."

"Good, because I am, too."

"Come here then," he grabbed her hand and walked her to the couch in front of him, "We've got fifteen minutes just for ourselves."

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starkraivennemad · 8 months

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Not Exactly Somnolence

Greg Lestrade climbed into the sedan, took one look at Mycroft Holmes, and it was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Oi! When’s the last time he’s had some decent rest?”

-Cripes, you look like shite.-

Greg looked at Anthea as he sat next to Mycroft.

“Rest?” Anthea seated across from them huffed. “Can you define that for him?”

“Define it for him?” Greg looked between the two.

“I am unsure he is aware of the concept.” Anthea gave Mycroft a look that dared him to gainsay her.

“And good evening to you as well, Lestrade.” Mycroft, in his impeccable as usual three-piece suit sniffed as he placed a pile of papers in his briefcase and closed it. “I do hope you two are aware that I am sat here before you.”

After over a decade of knowing each other their formerly acrimonious relationship had slowly morphed into a genuine friendship, even if neither man ever said the words. Familiarity does not always breed contempt. They were now friends enough that even in the darkened confines of the sedan, Greg could see that Mycroft was running on fumes.

-Oh whatever intrigue happened these past weeks most have been a doozy.-

Greg was about to respond when Mycroft did a horrible job of stifling a yawn. Greg barely managed to not let his jaw drop.

Anthea looked to Greg as if to say See?

In all the time of knowing the man, even at his most exhausted, Mycroft Holmes would rather claim an international emergency and reschedule their dinner than admit to so base a human need as sleep. He most certainly would not fake, faking a yawn to get out of dinner.

-He did not want to cancel on me – again. Not a fourth time in a row.-

“You’re about to fall on your feet, Mycroft Holmes.”

“As stated, I am seated.” Mycroft pointed out, pocketing his phone.

Greg rolled his eyes . “It’s late and I appreciate you did not want to reschedule again, so…”

“Greg, It’s not too late, let’s go.”

“…I am the one cancelling.” Greg spoke over him.

Mycroft’s opened his to protest only for an unsuppressed yawn to escape.

"Pile on another yawn and say that again." Greg did something he never did before with Mycroft or Anthea: made an executive decision and gave an order. “Anthea , tell the driver we’re taking him home.”

“Belay that.” Mycroft countered.

“We’ll take you home, Greg.” Anthea said stubbornly. “Then I’ll make sure he gets home.”

-Oh, he is that done for that she’s siding with me on it? Yep, he goes home now.-

“No.” Greg shook his head. “That’s way on the other side of from where we are right now. We’re closer to his townhouse right now. We’ll take him home and I’ll taxi from there. You can pay the bill if it makes you feel better. You’re taking him home first.”

“I’ll do no such thing.” Anthea shook her head adamantly. “I will get you home, first.”

“And when will you get home?” Greg questioned stubbornly.

“Pardon me?” Anthea pushed a lock behind her ear.

Greg looked at the woman. Whatever intrigue he will never know about has been happening, it has taken their toll on both.

“You’re just as knackered as he.”

“I am fine, Lestrade.” Anthea huffed.

“Really now?”

“Yes really.” She insisted.

“Anthea…” Greg sighed tiredly. “You forgot to refresh your lipstick.”

“What…?” Anthea stopped typing on her blackberry and placed a finger to her lips. She then cursed realizing she did that.

-Gotcha-

Her lipstick was fine, and they both knew it. It was a testament to her own exhaustion to have allowed that to happen. “Well done, Greg.”

Anthea rarely used his first name.

-That was a compliment indeed.-

“He’s correct, it’s not too late, but we are taking him home first and…” Greg’s most smug expression was wiped away when he felt an unexpected weight lean against him.

Mycroft Holmes dosed against him.

“…Oh.”

Read the rest on AO3... NOTE: While I would love to take full credit for the artwork, it is a manip of fanart found in Pinterest. I posted around 3 in the morning and realized hadn't back traced the original when I woke up. I was able to trace it as far back as a tumblr reblog before things deadlinked. You can see the original art by Felixandria here.

#bbc sherlock #mystrade #fictober23 #fanart #my artwork

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 1 year

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Welcome to my 1000 followers celebration! I don't even know how so many of you decided to follow me and give me support throughout these few past years. This is crazy enough as it is but honestly can't get my head down from the clouds sometimes. This blog has become one of my safe places, even though sometimes there are things I wish I hadn't seen, and all of you make it that way. I don't know how many of the thousand still interact with my blog and how many are just there, but I really do appreciate every single one of you. If I could I would message every blog following me.

I wanted to do something a bit more “me” I guess. Seeing that this blog started just for incorrect marvel quotes (literally in the name) I decided that you should be able to make your drabbles/oneshots/series based on an incorrect quote that I have posted. I thought it would be fun, but I did give the option of regular prompts and some fun AUs are listed below as well. Most prompts and AUs have been found on Pinterest.

If you don’t want to participate, please consider reblogging! It might give others a chance to maybe escape their writer’s block as writing challenges have often done for me!

Rules:

Send me an ask or message with which incorrect quote/prompt you are using. Please make sure to add it at the beginning or bold it.

If you are not participating, can you please reblog for signal boost? I would really appreciate it.

You can pick an MCU character. You can also do any MCU ships, but no incest like Th*rki or St*rker.

Use any of the incorrect quotes or prompts written below

Two people per prompt/incorrect quote

Three prompts per person and one incorrect quote per person

AUs are completely optional (but definitely encouraged)

It can be a drabble, oneshot, or series

Warnings must be given properly. Any warnings that you may have missed, I will let you know and please do add it. In addition to this, I will not be accepting any dark!fics and/or any rape or anything of the sort. If you want to run something by me, by all means go ahead.

Deadline: October 14th, 2024

Lastly, please tag me @incorrectmarvelquotesss and add the tag #loveys1kcelebration

Incorrect Quotes

“When you close both of your eyes, you see darkness, but when you close one you see nothing.” / *closes one eye before reopening it* / “Did you just wink at me, you big flirt?”

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill am now I shall die upon it.” / “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

“Why are you still here?” / “Because I care about you, you asshole.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” / “Bullshit. I have never loved myself, but you? Oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“So, what do ya think? Good idea, right?” / “Whatever floats your titanic.” / “The titanic sank.” / “Yeah, just like your IQ did when you came up with that idea.”

“I’m so hot.” / “Yeah, you—” / *moves to stand in front of the fan* / “—I mean, yeah. It’s hot in here.”

“Stop doing that.” / “Doing what?” / “Saying things that make me want to kiss the hell outta you.”

“You’re so hot.“ / “Okay?” / “I’m falling for you and so is my zipper.”

“Where are you going?” / “Hell, most likely.”

“Stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you!” / *starts yelling louder* or *stops yelling*

Other Prompts

“Lean on me.” / “For support?” / “Yeah, why else?” (@marvellingdaydreams)

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

“There’s a bullet in you. You got shot. I can see it.” / “I can feel it.”

“I want you to come if you can.”

“Stay away from her/him/they. She’s/He’s/They’re mine.”

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

“I hate that you’re so mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

“Just date already! Even the cat/dog want you to date at this point.”

“Half of this city wants you dead.” / “Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You’re drunk.” / “I’m still sober enough to kill you darling, so don’t push your luck.”

AUs (optional)

“You’re overdue on this book and I really want it so I’m tracking you down” AU

“When you told me your name I thought you were joking so I made a joke and started laughing before I realized it really was your name and now we’re stuck in awkward silence while I figure out how to apologize” AU

“You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think I’m cute” AU

“I was just getting my laundry done but then I saw you putting in what seemed like a bunch of clothes stained in blood so now I’m kind of terrified of you” AU

“Our pets banged and now mine is expecting so I should probably get to know your name and figure out what we’re doing because this isn’t cheap” AU

— masterlist —

Different Escape Plan - Steve Rogers By @nekoannie-chan

Things Are Looking Up - Brock Rumlow By @nekoannie-chan

#mcu challenge #mcu x reader #mcu writing challenge #writing challenge #marvel cinematic universe #marvel writing challenge #writing inspiration #mcu ships #mcu au #incorrect marvel quotes #mcu marvel #marvel #avengers #marvel mcu #mcu character #mcu #mcu fanfics

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fox-guardian · 2 years

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it is approximately. 1 and a half am. Which is prime time for writing some quick post-prentiss martim hurt/comfort straight into my tumblr drafts, as we all know.

After the Weather Clears

It wasn't too far from the work day's end by the time Jon let Martin go after giving his statement. Martin had had a long day, and was exhausted. Right now, he just wanted to get out of that horrible dead-worm-filled basement. When he got outside, finally circling from the back entrance to the front of the building, he was surprised to see Tim sitting on the front steps, covered in bandages and sitting stiffly, staring ahead but looking as though he's seeing nothing in front of him.

"Tim?" Martin called, getting only a vague hum in response. "I thought you were heading home already?"

"I was," he started, sounding exhausted, still staring straight ahead, "but then I remembered that you've been living here for months. Do you even have a place to go back to?" His words came out almost muffled, like he wanted to move his mouth as little as possible. Fair enough, for a man with holes in his cheeks.

Martin.... hadn't even considered that. He'd been so worried about the whole worms and murder thing from today that he forgot he had been living in the archives for so long. He hadn't exactly been able to receive his bills, much less pay them, so odds are he lost his flat. He'd had most of his belongings with him thanks to Tim and Sasha helping to retrieve them, but.... well. At least what few items of sentimental and monetary value he owned, he took with him in his little move.

"Yeah, I.... I don't know," he finally responded.

Tim didn't nod. He just gave another vague hum. "I figured. Figured you could use a place." He turned slightly, just enough to look Martin in the eyes and give him a small, painful smile. "How's mine sound?"

"Tim, you-" he sighed. He'd been to Tim's place before, a few times. It was a nice house with plenty of room for them both, and he enjoyed Tim's company, so it wasn't like he didn't want to go. He just didn't want to impose. Tim had enough to worry about, he doesn't need to worry about caring for Martin on top of his injuries. But it's not like he had much of a choice. "Y-Yeah," he finally said. "Yours sounds good."

"If it makes you feel any better," Tim said, starting to stand, "I'm also asking for more-" he grimaced in pain, struggling to lift himself from where he sat "-selfish reasons."

Martin instinctively reached out to support him under his arms. Tim winced at the contact, but allowed him to help him upright.

"I...." Tim hesitated, looking as far downwards as he could without stretching the wounds at the back of his neck, "I don't want to be alone right now. Sasha already left, and Jon.... I can't put this on him, he's as rough as I am."

Martin held his arms gently, applying as little pressure as he could. "I get it. I-I don't think he'll be out for a while, though. I-I mean maybe we should wait for him?"

"No offense, Martin," he said, glancing up at him again, "but I don't think Jon would want your help with his injuries."

Martin frowned. "Why not?"

"Hey, not saying he's not missing out. Just..." He winced and then sighed, a bone deep tiredness seeping from his lips. "I don't even have the energy to quip about it. You know he's stubborn, I'll text him or something later, saying we'll help him out if he wants. But...." He leaned into Martin just a bit, as if he wanted to collapse against him, but thought better of it. Then he spoke again, weakly, his voice cracking a touch. "Please just take me home."

And who was Martin to deny him?

He gently led him to the sidewalk, where he hailed a cab for the both of them.

".... And you do know that this isn't actually selfish of you, right?" Martin asked as the cab slowed to a stop in front of them.

"Yeah," Tim said as Martin opened the back door. "Was just trying to be funny."

Martin nodded and quietly helped him into the backseat before hopping in on the other side and giving Tim's address to the driver for him.

It had been a long day, but he had a feeling he still had a long night ahead. But he was happy to be spending it with Tim, at least.

#fg's writing #the magnus archives #tma #martin blackwood #tim stoker #martim #after the weather clears #i hope the cut works #also i did edit this at a more reasonable time but if the 1am-ness remains. my bad i guess #edit: cut did not work aldjslsjs #edit 2: CUT NOW WORKING

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mournivaldisco · 2 months

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Just having chaotic/sad thoughts about my blorbos again (Spoilers for the whole Loken arc)

In the later days of the Siege, Kyril and Euphrati are both released from imprisonment for proto-Inquisition/morale purposes. They have their own important plot threads and both survive the Siege.

If Mersadie hadn't been caught up in a demonic possession plot to kill Dorn (😭) would the same have happened to her? There's an AU in there somewhere, I'm sure.

I'm never really sure whether I like her Solar War plotline or not. It leaves her with no agency of her own (although that is the point of possession, I guess) right up until she throws herself into the reactor to destroy Samus. It doesn't really have any impact on the wider plot at all.

It illustrates more about Loken. (Certainly not my favourite way for a female character to impact a plot, but here we are.) Samus actually mocks him for his refusal to give up hope, and to think the best of others:

Before this, in The Buried Dagger, he's ready to try and believe that a ceasefire message from Horus might be real:

It's a very 'Oh, Loken' moment. But that's who he is as a character. He has to have hope. And he's even right, in the end.

Back to Mersadie - he is "silent, hollow" immediately after her death. He sees her ghost on Terra, inquisitively asking questions as he remembered her doing. Shipping wise, though he may not have registered them as romantic feelings he certainly had a strong attachment to her, or at the very least what she represented as one of the last innocent survivors from his past. He physically attacks Iacton Qruze when he finds out that Qruze didn't tell him she was alive and in prison (even on direct orders from Dorn). He confronts Malcador himself about the kill-order being issued for the prisoners including Mersadie:

Then there's that gorgeous extract where they hold hands in the prison (which I will never stop posting):

So anyway. Whether you want to go down the whole shipping route or not, Mersadie is Important to Loken. Maybe her horrible death would be the thing that finally destroys his tendency towards optimism that Samus found so funny?

Nope. He's still at it up until the moment of his death - sincerely trying to persuade Abaddon to discuss terms with Dorn. At this point Samus has literally grabbed Loken, forced him to gaze into the Warp storm around the Vengeful Spirit and witness all the horror of existence. And the boy is still like 'we can achieve peace 😊'

His murder by Erebus symbolises the death of that hope that Loken carried for so long, the last vestige of the pre-Heresy era. It's his end and death as much as it is Horus'. Now (deep voice) there is only war.

Damn, I nearly forgot to mention Samus, who ties it all together. He is the daemon birthed by Loken's murder at that specific moment that he is still expressing hope. Samus' catchphrase?

"I am the one who walks behind you. I am the footsteps at your back. I am the man beside you. Look out! I am all around you. Samus! I am the end and the death."

#horus heresy #garviel loken #loken x mersadie #eatd spoilers

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epickiya722 · 2 years

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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 3 - ONE'S JUSTICE (... like the game?!)

That is a joke, folks. If I get "This chapter came before the game" or some other stupid reply I'm deleting it and blocking you. It is a JOKE.

Still salty from... nevermind...

You all know the drill, my reactions are genuine and played for laughs! Don't take them too seriously. Some of you need to be told this for anything, honestly.

Before we get into the episode, folks!

Look, I am aware that because of what happened some people hate Hawks and love Twice, and vice versa. Personally, I'm pretty neutral on the situation for the fact that it can be interpreted in many different ways so therefore I'm 🤷🏿‍♀️. I don't hate either character.

With that, it's been MONTHS since I got any message in my inbox of any hero or villain slander and I would love to keep it that way.

I already made a post about how I think it's very stupid that people have to choose sides because others insist they do. If you like Hawks, you like Hawks. If you like Twice, you like Twice. Let it be.

Harassing people over who their favorite character is because you hate the character is by far one of the stupidest, most pathetic thing you can do in this fandom and in other fandoms. Just don't interact with that person and call it a day!

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS!

NOW TO THE REACTIONS!!

I won't lie, I wasn't expecting a recap again but I'm glad they replayed that scene when Eraser Head tripped the Doctor.

Intro a banger as always!

When Re-Destro stressed out! 🤣 Man's went from 🙂 to 😠 and the delivery was *chef's kiss*. HILARIOUS!

Edgeshot coming in with the killer move. "Move, you die. Try me, bitch." Okay, he didn't say that. Still though! I love Edgeshot.

"It's called Electrification?" What if Kaminari called it something else?! Huh?! Like Wattz?!

I forgot how acrobatic Midnight is... GO, QUEEN!! THAT FLIP!

If Curious hadn't died, I'm sure an interview between her and Midnight would be a fun one.

"Stay still and have a nice nap." Again, GO, QUEEN! Second, Midnight really out here "Take your ass to sleep" on people when you think about it! XD

KAMUI WOODS!!!

YES, MUDMAN REPRESENT 1B!!! REPRESENT!!

SHEMAGE, YES!! CLASS 1B, REPRESENT!!!

For anyone new, yes, I love 1B just as much as I love 1A.

*Shows Twice and Hawks* Hello Darkness my old friend...

Skeptic grinding his teeth was funny to me. He's like so irritated. Drop your hair care routine, my guy.

Twice was so scared and Hawks looks like an absolute menace! *shivers*

You know what, I love Twice, I do. But Hawks had a point about his quirk. If the cards were played right in the villains' hands sooner, Japan could have already be in absolute chaos. Luckily, Twice's clones are actually easy to wipe out with large attacks and well, Twice is Twice. Seriously, how can you hate the guy?

Just saying, even though Hawks looks downright scary... that shot of him staring out through the darkness has meme potential.

I cried a little when Twice started to break down. HE CARES FOR HIS FRIENDS! HE CARES!! He blames himself for the Overhaul deal, and not once have I recalled the others in the LOV actually blame him which is so heartwarming and heartbreaking.

He thought it would be too sad had he not been welcoming to Hawks.

"You were just unlucky." Well, DAMN!

That's the thing with these characters. No character is really too good or too bad. Some of the villains show "heroic" traits. Some of the heroes show "villainous" traits. That's why I say we shouldn't have to choose which side we're on because it's not all black and white.

"You're a good person." Oooh, and there goes my feels. 😭😭😭

Okay, thanks to the Hawks and Twice scene, I had whiplash when it went to the other heroes because uh... what the hell is that??

VAST HYBRID: CHIMERA CENTAUR!!! LET'S GO, SUNEATER!!! YOU'RE DOING GREAT, SWEETIE!

"So cool! Say it again!" "Leave me alone!" Oh, Suneater!... relatable...

DARK SHADOW!!

FATAXI! I love how Tokoyami is just sitting there. Tiny little guy. Like even compared to his classmates, he's short.

"I'll become an even stronger hero." Yes. I believe in you, my goth bird son!

Oh! Twice got a half time cut title card! First villain, too, for this season! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Oooh... nope, nope, nope. I refuse to cry. I refuse... and the tears are coming... 😭😭😭

"... to protect everyone's happiness!" DAMN IT!! HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE A LITTLE?! HE JUST WANTS HAPPINESS!! HE WANTS HIS FRIENDS TO HAVE HAPPINESS!! THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR!

"Twice, you did nothing wrong." See? Dabi cares!!!

Okay, the whole Dabi & Twice vs Hawks scene, still in my feels! So intense! That blue is BEAUTIFUL!

BUT! How did Dabi know his name... probably did his own research, I don't recall. Maybe Skeptic with his nosy ass.

As sad as that scene is... that poo line got a chuckle out of me. I forgot about that line!

Toga's reaction is just... I just got up. I need to lay back down.

WOW!! They made basically a tribute to Twice in the ending song! Anybody else notice?!

Overall Opinion? MY FEELINGS ARE HURT!! I'M CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING, WE'RE ALL CRYING!! COMPOSED THE MUSIC FOR THIS EPISODE DESERVES AN AWARD, DAMN IT!!! THE POWER IN THAT MUSIC! CLAP IT UP FOR THE CAST AND ANIMATORS! Seriously, can we appreciate them at least?!

As much as people complain about BONES, same energy should go into at least complimenting the creative team. Like Twice's VA, Daichi Endou, fabulous performance! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Excited to see what more goes down in the next episode!! "INHERITANCE" LET'S GOOOO!!!

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cthulhubert · 5 months

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I uh. It's December. You may or may not have noticed.

I did Nanowrimo, spent my "creative projects half hour" slot on that, and completely forgot about posting my fourth year of daily drawings for October. Nevertheless, into my my art tag it goes.

In a fit of petty first world anarchism, I did Inktober's prompts, but digitally.

This year's been busy, so I tried to stick to my half an hour per day drawing time slot. (I say, gritting my teeth, forehead vein bulging as I look at the parts I don't like.)

I am forcing myself to acknowledge that the past year—with its approximately 130 hours of drawing practice—has resulted in some improvements to line control, anatomy, and perspective, but I'm definitely also reaching the point where several of these feel too embarrassing to post.

In fact I only picked nine, instead of the ten I did the last few years.

Please read some of the captions because at least I do think I'm funny.

Dreams was an auspicious start. I like this Bakugirl.

Fortune... exists. I should've been a little bolder with the fairy actually like, interacting with the dragon woman's palm, really being present there, instead of just sort of posed on top. I also should've made the table smaller, dragoness is supposed to be huge.

I immediately decided I was doing some kind of pair for Angel and Demon. Please ignore that the actual prompt was not Devil. It's close enough right? If I had more time and ambition the devil girl's net was going to be made of serpents. I did not really capture her "shouting" expression the way I wanted, but now that I'm looking it's not execrable. Angel's dreads are definitely more half hearted than I wanted. This one did at least convince me that my next batches of studies need to be of clothed figures.

Rise got my favorite concept for the whole month. Cause it's bread. Get it? eh? Please enjoy our little alchemist workshopping her lines for introducing her magnum opus. Tried to lean into cartoonish with her face.

I spent a solid 10 minutes trying to decide what to do for Dagger, and then all of a sudden it was like a voice spoke to me: "Do fan art of one of your favorite games of all time." I wish the Final Fantasy series hadn't abandoned that more stylized, cartoonish vibe. You know, one of the most interesting things about drawing is realizing that I am 100% looking at things that I have previously—apparently!—only kind of glanced at. Like I would not, before drawing this, have described Garnet as having, to be frank, a prodigious bosom, significant badonkerage, or ginormous dobonhonkeros. To be frank. And a really low cut top to boot. But here we are. I like this face. Wish I'd chosen a more dynamic pose.

For Shallow I decided to do a little snippet of something from one of my stories (coincidentally one related to what I was working on in November). The anatomy is a bit iffy. And even though she's literally supposed to have been buried in a shallow hole in the woods, I had to add a gravestone because I wasn't confident how well that showed.

Rush is another one where I was not at all sure what I was going to do until the brain noise intruded, "Firetrucks are red because red's the color of communism and they're always Russian[Rushin'] around." What was I thinking with that background?

Hilariously, I didn't notice the final prompt of Inktober and how well Fire went with my spontaneous choice for the previous day. It's only now that I'm posting that I realized during export I must have turned off the "background" layer that shows a(n attempt at a) continuation of the previous background. I recall being really frustrated trying to get the foreshortening right on this mischievous fire-ninja jill-o-lantern's arms, but it doesn't look so awful now.

It's fascinating feeling myself more fully move into the phase of learning where I can tell that I'm on the cusp of drawing this or that noticeably better, I just have to push, put a bit more time into individual pieces. And of course, practice.

Next I think I'll aim for at least four and up to twelve studies of clothed figures. Might stop to try and find some good hints on drawing a good fire, or something that suggests dirt.

But I also have some writing to do. I got engaged in my Nanowrimo project. I'm finishing something else up that a friend and I have worked on in bits for years. Of course, what I'd really like is to do some writing and drawing practice every day. It hasn't happened yet, but then again, between picking up drawing supplies and actually starting to practice daily, "It hasn't happened yet" was the case for years.

Until it wasn't.

#just watch I'll start writing and drawing every day... right before I finally pick up regular music practice #I have also reached the point where constructive criticism might actually be useful #so go ahead if you like; though I feel like I've got a rough grasp of my main weaknesses #I realize I'm probably not good enough to tell how well I've grasped them :P #my art

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totally-a-different-person · 2 years

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sorry bro, I accidentally hit post and had to start over. It's taking place as a literal next time, meaning Tom will be on top because he already called dibs, in all seriousness I hope you like it (nsft past this point, proceed at your own risk)

After what happened Tom and Matt talked about it and decided for the time being they shouldn't tell the others about them. Partly because there was a good chance Edd would be nervous about such a big change to the group dynamic so they wanted him to find out when they would have to talk about it and thoroughly explain so he would understand and not worry. That opportunity hadn't really come up yet but it had only been a few days. In the meantime Matt really enjoyed discreetly flirting with Tom while the others were around. Today wouldn't have been any different if they weren't left alone, but that just gave Matt the opportunity to go further.

Tom had been at the counter drinking out of a coffee mug full of vodka at 11 am, normal Tom things. Matt had been kind of messing with him before Tord left but now it was just the two of them. He came up behind Tom and put his head on Tom's shoulder, startling him a little at first, but he calmed once he realized it was just Matt. He sighed a little and slightly leaned back into the taller male "Matt what are you doing?" He asked in his usual, accusing tone. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the affection, it just wasn't something that happened often so he was suspicious. Matt wrapped his arms around Tom pulling him a little closer, just giving a quiet hum. "I don't know, just wanted you to be closer to me. Is that not aloud?~"

His hands got lower, still laying coy as one of his hands stopped just barely under the demon's shirt, the other moving to be against the counter to support him when he leaned down a little to be closer. Matt smirked when he saw the way Tom's face heated up, his hand not holding a mug balled up into a fist.

"Matt-" He took a breath to ground himself and keep his voice steady "the others are right outside." the ginger let his hand slowly wander up Tom's stomach while spoke, smiling at the way he tensed up "Does that mean you don't want to?" He was obviously baiting him. Tom stayed quiet for a moment thinking. He did want to, who wouldn't. But he didn't like the idea of the others finding out like this. His thoughts, and heart for a split second, stopped when Matt's hand had gotten up to his chest and tugged at the piercing. "Don't think I forgot about this pretty little thing~ I really like jt y'know, the way you melt so quick when I touch it is adorable~" he purred before kissing below Tom's ear. "I'm not going to do anything unless I hear you say yes" He reminded in a soft quiet tone. Tom felt like he was gonna explode, quietly groaning as Matt tugged a little again.

He let out a little breath, finding himself at his breaking point, he needed to come up with something. He really didn't wanna just say no and have to go jerk off in his room, but there was no way he was gonna fuck with Matt here in the kitchen, then he remembered something. "Fine then." He pushed Matt's arms off of him and for a moment the vampire was worried because he thought he had upset Tom, but the shorter man grabbed his hand and started walking up the stairs, so he followed. "But were gonna do this my way," He opened his bedroom door and walked Matt in, closing and locking it "and you already agreed that I get to be on top." He pushed Matt down onto the bed, already on top of him. The narcissist was very taken back by this, but seemed absolutely content with the outcome. "Fine by me~" he said with a smirk before kissing Tom hard.

Tom kissed back, now straddling Matt. He tasted like vanilla chapstick and sweet coffee, it was really nice. He had wrapped on of his arms around Tom's back to keep him close and let his other hand tangle into his hair. The kiss was heated and feverish, Tom leaning further into the connection a he explored his partners mouth. Matt let out a quiet moan into the kiss as his hand moved up under Tom's shirt again. They parted for air after another moment and Tom placed kisses down his jawline to his neck. He left plenty of marks and bruises, now also grinding down against him. He couldn't help smiling a bit against the freckled skin as he heard the way Matt was breathing, feeling him getting hard between Tom's legs. The younger pressed his hips up a little, gaining a small noise from Tom. He sat up some and lifted up Matt's hoodie and shirt, the ginger helping a little to take them off. Once they were off Tom got to properly admire Matt's body, he had been thinking about it since last time but he really didn't get much of a chance to explore it.

He just let out a little breath as he placed both of his hands on Matt's stomach, his eyes following as they he slowly moved them up to his chest. Matt was covered completely in freckles, dotted all over his body. Tom found that he really liked that, he almost wanted to count them, obviously that was pointless it just seemed like it would be nice. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Matt laughing quietly. Tom turned his attention to the man beneath him "what?" He was admittedly a little defensive, he was just a little embarrassed about how distracted he had gotten. "Nothing, you're just cute~" Matt said with a smile before one of his hands started trailing a hand up Tom's stomach "I am a little jealous though, I wanna see you too" his voice was one of faux sadness, running his hand up Tom's side. Said man sighed, he would have rolled his eyes if he had any. He just pulled his tops over his head then tossed them onto the floor.

Matt seemed all too happy to look him up and down, having the audacity to lick his lips for a second before letting his eyes flick back up to Tom's face and smirking as it lit up a bright red. Flustered and frustrated, Tom decided he wanted to reduce Matt to a mess, both as revenge and because he had never really seen the ginger being that vulnerable with anyone, he wanted to be the one to see it. His hands came back down and undid Matt's belt, pulling it off and letting it fall on the ground. One of them unzipped his jeans, the other palming the tent in his pants. Matt let out a sharp breath and tensed up, making Tom smile a little to himself. While one hand continued to worked Matt's jeans down then off, leaning down to place kisses down his chest to his stomach. His other hand went right back to what it had been doing, now fully stroking Matt through his boxers, smirking against his skin as he listening to him groan and huff, clearly trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Tom left lots of hickies all over the vampire, his neck and shoulder, now his chest and stomach as well. He looked gorgeous all red faced and breathless, Tom was sort of proud that Matt trusted him this much, no one else got to see this side of him ever. His kisses stopped at Matt's v-line, looking up at the ginger, his hand in Matt's member stopped, frustrating him even more than Tom's teasing with his lips. The hand slipped into the waistband of his boxers, Tom still looking at him. "Can I?" Matt nodded with no hesitation, letting out a small strangled breath when Tom pulled them down and placed a small kiss against the head of his member. He pulled them all the way off and slowly licked all the way up it, eyes fixated on Matt's face. Watching the way he fought down all the moans that slipped out. Tom smirked as he took it into his mouth slowly moving down it. Matt was using one arm to prop himself so he could be sitting up a little.

His other had been gripping onto Tom's sheet, but the eyeless man offered him his own hand, which Matt happily took, squeezing a little as Tom bobbed his head slowly. "Ha-uuh~" he breathed letting his head fall back just a little. Tom let his tongue explore every inch of Matt's dick, absolutely adoring every noise he made, even moaning Tom's name once or twice. He sounded just wonderful and the bass player wanted to hear more. He pulled off and liked his lips, looking into Matt's eyes. The ginger's cheeks went a light pink as he watched. Tom pressed his hands down against the bed and kissed him. Again Matt kissed back right away, intertwining his and Toms fingers. The kiss was broken after another few seconds, Tom slightly reluctant to move away. Kissing Matt felt so good, it was one of the only times in his life he actually got the whole "stomach butterflies" thing. He took his hands back and used them to quickly taking off his pants. "Do you want me to prep you?" He asked as he pulled them down and off. Matt shook his head a little and spread his legs "No, I like when it hurts, it'll be ok." The way he pretty much just said "No it's fine I have a pain kink anyway" like it was nothing did make Tom's face fluff a little, but he didn't say anything, just nodding.

He opened up the top drawer of the dark brown, almost black, nightstand next to his bed and shuffled around for a second before pulling out a bottle of lube. He also pulled off his grey boxers and popped open the bottle, pouring some onto his hand, hand coming down and rubbing it into Matt's hole, gently letting his fingers push inside just a bit a few times. He listened to the way Matt's breathing quickened and hitched while he was doing this. Once that was done Tom added a bit more onto his hand before slightly hesitantly applying it to his member. He groaned quietly at the cold, slowly pumping his hand, probably a few more times than necessary. Matt spread his legs and Tom lined himself up with the gingers entrance, then looked up at him for conformation. Matt nodded and balled up his hands his hands as Tom pushed in, the vampire letting out a quiet pleasured sigh. Once he was all the way in he stopped for a moment, taking a couple deep breath, taking squeezing Matt's hand a little for a moment when it was offered.

"You- you ready?" Tom asked, to which Matt nodded "You can move" Tom started pretty slowly at first, watching the way Matt tensed up, before relaxing his muscles again as the waves of pleasure rolled over him. "Fuck~ " he sighed letting his head fall back a bit, his legs hooking themselves around Tom's waist, encouraging him to start going g harder. He let go of Matt's hand to lean forward more and support himself. He was thoroughly enjoying himself watching Matt's face, huffing softly as he started going faster, now pretty much fully pounding into his partner. Once of the first things he noticed was how vocal Matt was right away, it seemed like he tried to brace himself and keep it down to an extent but he really couldn't help all the noises he made for Tom. The demon honestly found it really charming, pressing their lips together and going even harder. Matt happily wrapped his arms around Tom's neck, gasping a bit into the kiss. He let out a loud muffled moan and jolted a little when Tom hit his prostate, pulling away from the kiss and burying his face in Tom's shoulder before swearing loudly. The older man smirked and tried to hit the spot again and again, he was doing a pretty impressive job, prompting Matt to bite onto his shoulder and tangled his fingers into the brown hair. His cock twitched, a dollop of pre oozing onto his stomach as he groaned quietly.

He had dragged one hand down Tom's back leaving little red lines from his nails that would definitely sting later, but in the moment the intense mixture of pain and pleasure gave Tom goosebumps. He could feel his climax approaching rapidly as he started going harder, the sound of his hips against Matt's over and over nearly became louder than Matt's moaning, nearly. He was certainly gonna have bruises there and he'll need to be a little more careful about sitting down on hard surfaces to hard. It seemed like he liked it a lot though so Tom wasn't really worried. "Matt-" it took him a moment to fully gather his thoughts "getting really close" He warned in between deep breaths. Matt swallowed and nodded a little "mhm, me too" there was a bit of brool going down his chin.

"Fuck!~ Jesus Tom~" Matt breathed chuckling a little, his deep blue eyes opening only to a half lidded state. The shorter man hit his sweet spot again and he had been so close it was more than enough to end him, cuming on his and Tom's stomach's with an especially loud moan. "Do- do you want it in out out?" Tom asked trying his best to keep his voice steady while still plowing into the ginger. Matt thought about it for a second before looking at him and mumbling "Try to pull out." Tom nodded and only thrusted in couple more times before quickly pulling it out of Matt and finished himself in a matter of seconds, taking a sharp breath and getting it all over his sheets and some on Matt's thigh. They both just took a second to let everything to calm down. After another moment Matt sat up and kissed Tom deeply, placing his hands on his shoulders. Tom returned the kiss, taking a breath. It wasn't heated or lustful or anything, just sweet. Tom used the box of tissues he had on his window cill to clean them up a little Matt helping. Once that was down they laid down, exhaustion and afterglow heavy on the two males. "I think it's fair that I should get to be on top next time?" Matt said and Tom nodded a little "Yeah ok." He didn't protest this time when Matt pulled him closer and cuddled him, even falling asleep easier like that.

I think it goes without saying that Tord and Edd figured out what was going on since they weren't exactly being quiet.

#sinsworld #sinsworld matt #sinsworld tom #sw tom #sw matt #tommatt #tomatt

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townofcrosshollow · 2 years

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COAGULA - CHAPTER 1

Genre: Post apocalyptic, queer horror

Content warnings: Body horror, PTSD, violence, sexual content

Synopsis: Out of work mercenary Sloane, desperate for cash after an incident that left her scarred, takes on an inadvisable job from a strange client. The pay is potentially life changing, but she's not sure what's more dangerous- the wasteland or her new travelling companion.

Word count: 1,011

Sloane was pretty damn sure she hadn't left the door unlocked, but the person standing over her as she woke up was proof otherwise. Maybe they got in through the one window that wasn't boarded up. Or maybe the hinges on that thing were so old and rusted they broke with one good kick. Whatever the story behind it, there was somebody here, and this probably wasn't going to end well for either of them.

"How'd you get in." Her voice was flat. Not worth emoting if you're about to have shotgun pellets in your brain. She at least bothered to sit up on her elbows, as slow as she could manage. The incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling was switched on, dim as it was, and swinging back and forth in the dusty air. Behind them. It cast a shadow that pitched back and forth across her body, doing nothing to show who she was talking to. They smelled of fuel and cinnamon, standing there wreathed in darkness and covered almost head to toe in dark fabric.

The shadow was silent for a solid moment, standing perfectly still with its arms at its sides. In fact, it was longer than a moment. Not too long, but long enough to put you off and make you wonder if you should keep talking. Then, they spoke. "Did I wake you up?" The shadow's voice was gravelly but not deep, a grating sort of sound with an odd, lilting charm to it. The question was more emotive than Sloane's, and did nothing to answer her.

"Why're you here?" With no moves from the mystery, Sloane felt confident enough to reach down and grab the tarnished magnum she'd left next to the cot. Not pointing it anywhere. Just making sure it glinted in the light enough so that fucker would know not to make any sudden moves. "Some kinda misunderstanding, I hope."

The stranger moved their head in a slow nod. "You are for hire, yes?" In the rim light Sloane could tell this person wasn't wearing any normal kind of clothes, at least not the kind that was typical for folks out here. Looked like robes, but not the type worn by the desert walkers. Something older, more elaborate.

Sloane swung her legs around to sit up completely on the dusty old mattress, wincing as an old wound in her right side sent shocks up and down her body. This was a bad idea. This wraith appeared over her at night and she was supposed to work for it? "Maybe if you ask nicely... and don't break into my room." Her stomach had been near empty so long she barely noticed hunger. Money would be good right now. Good enough to excuse this? No. But maybe.

The figure moved only enough to lift its hand, the light glinting off a key held between their index finger and thumb. "No breaking."

"That's almost worse." She stretched her arms above her head, the familiar heft of the magnum still clutched in her left hand. This bed was like sleeping on rocks. Not worth the pennies she was paying for it. "Just fucking... tell me what the job is. And I'll consider it."

"I am travelling Southward. My guide went mad just past the field of ashes. I am in need of a new guide."

A decade ago, that might have been a red flag. Now, her eyes lit up at it. There were so many rookies in this business out there getting themselves killed, and conspicuously rich folks who had only gotten burned before were liable to pay good money for a competent merc. "They forgot to wear ear plugs, eh? Heard that one a million times." Sloane leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees and looking intently at the figure. "Depends what you're paying. Everything South of here is pretty rough." That was a lie, of course. Freak them out and they'll pay you more. Tell them it's dangerous and they'll come back to you when an overconfident kid tells them it's easy.

"I am in possession of several shiny objects." The person took a brief pause before nodding, though it was unclear at what. "Worth exchange for many days of food and water, I am told. Ancient texts, as well. I am in possession of several ancient texts."

Sloane narrowed her eyes. "If you're in the habit of breaking and entering, you're gonna have to offer more than a fancy rock as payment." What did this person take her for? And how exactly did they know she was a merc? And how did they get that key?

The stranger lifted some kind of fabric draped over their body and put a hand underneath, rooting around in a pocket. Finally they extracted a small, rectangular shape, thin and flat. It was made of some kind of metal or glass that shone in the light. As they held it up to her it flashed to life, a spiderweb mosaic of bright panels showing an unknowable landscape with a time scrawled above it in big white numbers. "They are bright. I am told they are worth much. I can pay you with these."

Sloane pursed her lips, trying to hide her excitement. She forced herself to lean back in a casual manner. A working device like that was electronic gold. "Uh... yeah. I could accept those." After a brief pause, she pushed a little further. "How many do you have, exactly?"

The stranger reached back into their robes and pulled out a veritable handful of small devices, ranging from similar flat rectangles to smaller shapes mounted on plastic bands. Just in their long, bony fingers alone, there must have been a small fortune's worth of tech. "I have several dozen. They require electricity to stay alight, which is not practical for me. Perhaps you could make better use of them."

"Perhaps." With the promise of a life changing paycheck, Sloane almost didn't remember that this conversation started with breaking and entering. "We can arrange something."

#original fiction #writeblr #writing #horror #post apocalypse #coagula #i'm still not 100% happy with this but i just need to write stuff y'know? and this is stuff! i like it

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legends-mania · 2 years

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Losing your harnas

My second post! Forgot to post here, oops. I'll try to do it more regularly.

"Hey."

"How are you?"

"Peachy." Leonard answered with his typical snark.

"You weren't at the post-mission celebration," Sara commented.

"You've noticed. Congratulations."

"Come on, Leonard. Even though you deny that you like the team, you're always there after the mission. You never skip a free beer," Sara pushed, wanting to know what was going on with Leonard.

"First of all, I don't pretend anything. I can tolerate you and Mick and that's it." Leonard could see that Sara wasn't convinced by this, but he let it slide. "Second, I am not Mick and the beers are always free here. And last, I don't need to clarify myself to you."

"The last one is true, but we both know that those beers are not free. Rip has to pay for the food fabricator."

"Free for me then."

Sara just rolled her eyes, not wanting to pay attention to the wrong subject. "And about your third statement," she continued." You indeed don't have to, but we both know I'm not going to just let it go. So, Leonard, what is wrong?" Sara tried again. She pushed herself off the wall and walked over to where Leonard sat on his bed.

He followed her every move out of the corner of his eye. "Fine," he surrendered. Seeing no point in discussing this any further. He knew she was going to win, so why not get it over with. "On the mission I got thrown into that prison because of Raymond, right? Well, I wasn't the only Snart there." He didn't need to explain any further. Sara knew exactly what he ment.

"You saw your father." She let out a sight and sat on the side of Leonards bed. "Your father is gone," Sara said after a short silence. "You and your sister are safe."

"I know," Leonard answered.

"Do you? Then why are you wearing your harnas in your own bed?"

"My what?" Leonard asked, confused.

"Your harnas. The layers of clothes and your boots. You're even wearing your jacket.

"So what? It's my room, my bed, my rules. I do whatever I want."

Sara looked disapproving of Leonard's boots on his bed. "Your bed will get more dirty if you do that."

Leonard wanted to say something like that she isn't his mother, but she crawled to his feet and carefully took off his boots and put them beside his bed. Leonard just stared at her uncomfortably. He wasn't used to this. Other people care about his little habits.

And to Leonards discomfort, Sara came closer to him. He clenched his jaw and followed her every move with his eyes.

"It's okay, Leonard. It's just us. You can relax." He hadn't even noticed, but he was holding his knees tighter than he had before. He relaxed a little because Sara was right. It was just them.

Then it hit him. Since when does he not care about other people seeing him vulnerable. No. He did care, just not with her. But why?

Then he felt a sudden warmth. Sara was now so close…

"Are you okay? If you want me to leave, I'll go," she offered, afraid she was doing something wrong.

"It's okay, I was just… thinking," he said. He didn't want her to leave. Not yet.

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

After that it stayed quiet. Sara knew she had pushed him enough about this. And the silence was pretty comforting.

After a while Sara looked back at Leonard's face. "You're a brave man," she said while she gently brushed his cheek.

"I know," he said sarcastically.

"I know you know. You just need to hear it more often." Sara came even closer to Leonard now. And to his surprise she leaned into him. Immediately his body stiffened.

Sara noticed this and pushed away. "Sorry. I didn't mean to overstep any boundaries," she apologized.

"Well, you've been doing that all night, haven't you?" When Leonard saw Sara's guilty face he regretted that he said that. He quickly looked away and this time an uncomfortable silence fel.

"I should go," Sara said after a while. She stood up and wanted to walk away, but Leonard grabbed her hand.

"Don't," he said. "You don't have to, I mean." Leonard pulled Sara closer to the bed and she went to sit on the same spot she sat before.

After that Leonard refused to look her in the eye. It was stupid. He shouldn't have asked her to stay, or more accurately tell her to stay. It sounded desperate. But maybe he was. The last thing he wanted right now was to be alone.

"Leonard," Sara whispered. After Leonard looked back at her she continued. "You don't have to let me in, or lose your harnas around me, but you can. I'll always be here for you."

He didn't know what to say or do. He never had anyone who he could trust like that. Maybe Lisa, but not even Mick. And still he knew she was right.

Leonard closed his eyes. "I know." He made himself even smaller.

Sara had never seen him so vulnerable. He looked so lost in his own thoughts. "Let me help you with this. There is no way that this is comfortable." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her hands went to the zipper of his jacked and slowly opened it. She noticed how Leonard followed everything she did, but did not try to stop her. He even cooperated when she pulled his jacket off. She took that as a sign that she could continue.

After his jacket was off and was put over a chair Sara gently pushed Leonard back against his wall. He looked less vulnerable but still a little uncertain.

"Len, may I come closer?" Sara asked.

Leonard just nodded as he stared at his hands who were playing nervously in his lap.

With a little smile Sara laid her head on his chest. She placed herself half on Leonard half on his bed. She looked at her hand on Leonard's chest rising and falling with every breath. It was a little too fast for her liking, but luckily it started to slow down.

"Is this okay?" She asked.

Leonard started to nod, but after realizing that she couldn't see that he answered. "It's fine." And after he said that she snuggled even closer.

Leonard still couldn't believe that Sara, the deadly assassin, lay curled up in his side. And worst of all, he liked it. He could feel her heartbeat and he could smell the shampoo she had used. It was a strange kind of comfort he had never felt before.

He pulled his hand from under Sara and laid it on her back. "May I?" He asked tugging a little on Sara's shirt.

"Hmm," she hummed as confirmation, repositioning herself a little so he could reach her back better.

Leonard pulled her shirt a little up and started rubbing small circles on Sara's back.

Sara closed her eyes and just took everything in. The silence, Leonards presence and the warmth that came from him. Her eyes slowly closed when Leonards breathing became regular.

Leonard wanted to ask Sara if she would stay for the night, but when he saw her sleeping in his arms he realized she already answered his question.

He also realized something else. He liked this. He needed this. He needed her. And he didn't care how, but he would make damn sure he was going to get her. No matter what.

#captain canary #leonard snart x sara lance #sara lance x leonard snart #legends of tomorrow #arrowverse #sara lance #leonard snart

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