#i also gave them brown eyes in 1 version

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

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Platonic May castellan x Gender neutral friend reader

Platonic yandere show version Luke castellan x parental figure reader

Platonic yandere camp half blood x Gender neutral reader

Y/n/n= you're nickname

Idk if I like this one...but spent way to much time writing it

TRIGGER WARNINGS swearing, implied kidnapping, accidental injuries, dark themes

The Castellan's had always been close with your family. You and May had been close from a young age. Although May claimed she sometimes saw things..... " I don't know of you should trust someone who claims to be a God sounds delusional and uptight. " You told your friend to which May just rolled her eyes. One day you found May muttering nonsense to herself in the corner of her house. " Hey hey May what's wrong? I'm here. I'm here. " You said gently helping your friend up. " Y/n??! Oh thank the God's it's you! It's really you!" May said squeezing you tightly honestly it was surprising how tightly she was hugging you. " I've got you May. I've got you." You said hugging her back but not as tight. " Y/n?" May asked. " Yeah?" You replied. " I'm pregnant." May stated.... You're mouth dropped.

You moved in with May to help her with the pregnancy and ended up using the couch as a bed since you both agreed to use the spare bedroom as a nursery for the baby although May did argue about it because you shouldn't have to sleep on the couch. You also made sure May was always comfortable and also worked a few extra hours to make sure there was enough to buy stuff for the baby. " Y/n I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me." May said. " Of course you're my best friend. " You replied. " So if it's a girl I was thinking Lily if it's a boy Lucas." May said. " How about just Luke if it's a boy?" You asked. " Luke...." May smiled softly. " I like that. " May said.

" Luke it is then." You replied. " If it's a boy. " May replied. " If it's a boy. " You repeated back.

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" Y/n? Are you awake?" May asked shaking your shoulder. " I am now." You replied sleepily. " Good because I think........ my water just broke. " May said and you sat up alarmed. Somehow the two of you managed to make it to the hospital in one piece. " Excuse me but you'll have to step out of the room." One of the nurses told you. " No wait I want them to stay.....please. " May said. After hours May finally gave birth to Luke. You gently cradled the little baby in your arms as May slept. " Y/n?" May asked a few hours later when she woke up you handed her the sleeping Luke. " My Luke....my perfect boy." May muttered and you smiled softly. " You did amazing May." You said.

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Well so you're plan was just to stay a month or so until May got back on her feet however what was not part of the plan was May going insane. Surprisingly Hermes tried to be a happy family with Luke and May so you moved out for like a year but would often come visit and help in anyway possible well that was until Luke turned 1, Hermes was nowhere to be found and May had now gone insane so you moved back in with May and Luke because you didn't want them to see May as an unfit mother and take Luke away from her knowing Luke was one of the only things keeping May from complete insanity. " My baby....." May muttered as you cradled Luke her arms shaking. " Would you like to hold him?" You asked and she nodded as she stopped shaking enough to hold Luke you gently put him in her outstretched arms.

You sighed softly. " I have to go to work tomorrow are you going to be alright with Luke alone for a few hours?" You asked quiet and gently. May nodded softly.

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A five year old with curly black hair and brown eyes came up to you with tears in his eyes. " Y/n/n my mom is doing it again. " Luke said. You sighed softly knowing what he was talking about May was muttering something about a prophecy again while some of it made sense most of it was nonsense. " Come here sweet boy. " You said opening your arms for him. " I've got you sweet boy I've got you." You said hugging him. " We'll let May rest for a bit she's had a ....... stressful day. I'll take you to the park and get ice cream. " You said that put a smile on Luke's face. Someone a little kid made the mistake of calling you pretty/cute/handsome not in a creepy kinda way but little kids tend to be overly friendly yeah Luke didn't like that so he bashed his ice cream cone into the kids face. " LUKE!" You scolded the five year old and turned to apologize for Luke's actions however Luke didn't like that either as he ended up kicking said kids parents although he was only five so it probably didn't hurt.......that much.

" I'm so sorry . He's a little boy little kids need attention......anyway again I am really sorry about his behavior. " You rambled and the kids parents are just like it's fine we understand.

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One day when you came home you found May sobbing in a corner of the house clutching a picture of her and Luke. " May what's wrong?" You asked gently kneeling in front of her. " Lu....Luke ran aw....aw....away. " May manged to stutter out. " Oh May....." You said hugging her.

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There was a knock on your door to the house as you were getting ready for bed. You no longer lived with May but lived a few houses down it had been a couple years since Luke ran away and you'd constantly go to check on May to make sure she didn't spiral any worse. The knocking noise again but this time it sounded more impatient. " Yeah Yeah I'm coming hold you're fucking horses. " You replied walking towards the door. " Who the fu...." You stared but got cut off when you saw three teens and a 7 year old at your door however one teen caught your eye. " Luke....." You muttered.

" Hi Y/n."... Honestly as mad as you were at Luke you started to bond with his friends and him again.

" Hey Annabeth want me to read a story to you?" You to Annabeth. " Bed time stories are for babies. " Annabeth replied. " It can be anything. " You replied. " Anything?" Annabeth questions. You ended up reading her a few chapters of Frankenstein honestly you don't remember buying it but you found it on your bookshelf so.....( Athena cough cough).

" Hey Y/n can I borrow your keys?" Thalia asked. " Urmmmm how old are you?" You asked. " SHE'S TWELVE!" Grover shouted from the other side of the room. " Ehhh that's old enough in my opinion. " You replied and let her drive on the back roads where almost none drives.

" So you like my little forestry area?" You asked Grover. " Yeah nature's beautiful." Grover said. " Yes it is.....sometimes I think we don't deserve nature." You replied

You placed a plate of sandwiches and cookies infront of Luke as the other three munched away at their own sandwiches and cookies. " You know you really should go visit her she's your mother after all." You said but Luke didn't reply. " Luke?" You asked. " Fine if it'll make you happy. " Luke replied.

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1 week later. " Y/n come with us." Luke said. " I can't Luke." You replied. Luke's expression turned into one of rage. " Why the fuck not?" Luke asked angry. " Luke calm down please..." You stared as he slammed his hands down. " You're the only parental figure I have you can't turn your back on me. I'm your son! I WON'T LET YOU!" Luke exclaimed, angry he still definitely had anger issues. Luke stormed out of the room leaving you, Thalia, Grover and Annabeth stunned slightly.

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You woke up in a bed however it wasn't your bed. " They look so......fragile and weak. " You heard a voice say. " Why would they bring a mere moral to camp with them?" You heard a voice question . " Huh? It has a name." You replied waking up groggy. " Oh great it's awake like we need a mortal to take care of when we already have these half blood brats. Chiron take care of it." The voice said and walked of an older looking gentleman with gray hair and brown skin who ended up being very kind to you. Chiron was honestly started to become platonic obsessed with you when he saw the way you tended to Luke, Grover , Annabeth and some of the younger children.

Chiron smiled to himself. " Maybe just maybe having a mortal here wouldn't be so bad..." Chiron thought to himself. " Why don't you stay a day or two? It's dark and wouldn't be safe for you to travel. " Chiron said. " I really should be getting back home....." You replied. " Please I insist. " Chiron said putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. Well those days turned into weeks and weeks into months until you found out the truth about the children being demigods , Chiron being a centaur and Mr.D being a God. Mr.D pretends to hate you but like Chiron he adores you. Honestly you had become a parental figure to all the halfbloods but while you tended to all the children the two cabins that took up most of your time were the Ares and Hermes cabins. Luke came back with the scar and you fussed over him like a worried parent he definitely liked the parental affection.

One time you decided to decorate Thalia's tree for Christmas Chiron nor surprisingly Mr.D had the heart to tell you no. You got some of the younger campers to help you decorate Thalia's tree as well.

" Clairsse put Chris down!" You shouted looking at the boy being held by his ankle. " But he hurt you......" Clairsse muttered that was true Chris and Luke had gotten into an argument about God's knows what you had stepped betten them and accidentally got stabbed in the arm in the process. That set all the camp off especially Luke as Luke stabbed Chris back in the arm and probably would have continued if you didn't pull Luke off Chris. The other campers watched with jealousy and rage in their eyes as you tended to Chris's injuries like a worried parent because they wanted your attention all for themselves most of the time when your reading to the younger campers the older ones will come in and listen as well. Especially Annabeth.

when Percy eventually arrives a few years later Percy shows up it gets worse because how dare this unclaimed himbo steal you and your attention away.....

#x reader #yn #gender neutral reader #percy jackson fic #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #camp half blood #clairsse la rue #annabeth chase #grover underwood #thalia grace #yandere luke castellan #yandere camp Halfblood #yandere Camp Half-Blood #platonic percy jackson x reader #yandere percy jackson

[usagii-bun]

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.2

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ). It has 6 chapters thus far and still work in progress if you want you can check it out with the link below or use the linktree link in my bio to access wattpad but if you feel more comfortable with x reader I'll try and get all the chapters I have currently published over here in a few hours or in a day!

hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!

also thank you so much for all the love ! I really appreciate it <3

PART 1, PART 2 , PART 3

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IT HAS BEEN NEARLY a week since you had found the child, in three days you were able to gain his trust. You had also learnt his name to be Huracan- the name of the Storm God.

With the help of a translator, you was able to have basic communication with him and finding out that he came from deep within the ocean.

You noticed that Huracan's wounds had slightly healed up, it was much better then what they were a few days ago- he was healing much faster then a human but you also noticed that his skin started to look even more dry even while he was in the water so you decided on taking him to the tidal pool that was close by to your house.

The boy enjoyed spending the whole day sub merged in a surrounding he was used to while you stayed close by and made sure he was safe and that his wounds won't open up, you noticed that his wounds were healing much faster in the sea water and maybe in a days time they would be completely healed.

Huracan for his age was also very curious, on the third day while he stayed in the bath tub, his gaze would fall on the tap and he would play with it causing the bath tub to over fill , the other day he had reached out for your toothpaste and had splattered it all across his hands and then pressed his tooth paste covered hands against your bathroom walls and when you came back into the bathroom, he just gave you a toothy grin at the mess he made.

You did notice that Huracan was bored laying in the bath tub so you gave him a small house tour which lead to him touching everything and being curious, what grabbed his attention the most was a stuffed whale plushie- it was a gift from your sister but when you saw Huracan hugging it close to him and seemed to relax with it in his grasp, you allowed him to take it.

Today, the two of you left the house early to go to the tidal pool- you thought that if you let Huracan to stay in the water for a bit longer today, his wounds would heal faster , you was also afraid to release him back into the ocean as he could still feel a lot of pain in his torso and you still needed to change his bandages and check on his stitches.

Gently balancing him on your side, the two of you walked down the steps that lead to the sand on the beach- you was glad this area was isolated from tourists and locals - as you help the boy walk towards the tidal pool.

The rocks form a unfinished circle, where on the inside- water from the ocean settled in. You gently places the boy inside the pool, a large smile stretched ear to ear when his feet touch the ocean water as he slowly sinks into the water, his skin turning into a warm milky brown as he floats in it.

You smiles as you watch Huracan splashing about in the water, submerging in it as you sat on one of the rocks just watching and keeping an eye on the boy , just in case if his stitches tear open.

Huracan dives into the water for a longer time, it's been more then ten minutes but you was used to it as you just waits for the boy to come back.

The surface ripples and the boy comes back up, a grin on his face as he extends his hand up to show you something.

"Il tin beetaj le ba'ax tin beetaj!" Huracan says in a cheerful tone, your brows knit together as you understood the word 'made' and 'look'.

The boy swims towards you and then shows you a bracelet he made out of seaweed , a pink sea shell knotted in the middle. It was hastily made but the effort put in it made your smile grow even bigger.

Huracan came closer to you, the smile on his face growing wider as he hands you the seaweed bracelet.

"In tia'al ? " you ask, her pronunciation a bit off but the boy understood as he nods his head vigorously taking the bracelet from your hand to tie it around your right wrist.

You extends your hand up , the sun gently glistening against the pretty sea shell he had found- your heart swelling lightly and a warm feeling spreading through out your as you looks back to see the boy once again splashing about in the water.

In these few days you spent with the youngster, you had felt calm. You didn't know much about him due to the language barrier but from the little you did knew, he was still just a kid - who was just from a different world from yours, he was just a kid that made your days feel a bit more brighter but then the nagging feeling that you will have to let him go back from where he came from constantly reminded you.

After spending some time in the water, you decided it was best to go back inside as you could feel a storm was starting to brew and you also needed to change Huracan's bandages, you reaches a hand out for the boy and he takes it without any hesitation, you noticed that his movements are much more fluid and that he may be healed by tomorrow.

You was about to carry the boy but he stops you by walking on his own-perfectly as he now insists to hold onto your hand.

The two of you walked along the shore, Huracan still holding on to your hand as you had placed a large hat and a towel around him to try and conceal as much of his blue skin just in case someone tries to come onto this part of the beach.

"Paakat!" the boy suddenly says, letting go of your hand and runs towards one of the rocks that were close to the ocean. This alarms you as you run after him and found him looking down at an octopus that seemed to be slowly drying up and it's skin a pale white and what looks like a six pack plastic ring stuck on one of its arm.

"Oh no, it must have washed up way too far from the water and this plastic on it making it worse." You say without hesitation you gently pull the ringed plastic off of it and lift the octopus in your hands, it's tenticles trying to curl around your wrists in any type of defense but it was too weak as you walked towards the ocean, your feet getting submerged in the cool ocean water as you gently placed the octopus in the water.

You watched for a few seconds as the octopus just sat on the sand but after a minute it's tentacles started moving, it's reddish color coming back to its skin as it grew bigger and suddenly just swam into the ocean without looking back causing you to laugh.

"Well it is good now" you state but still wary at the fact that it might get tangled in some plastic again. You turn to Huracan- to find that he was frowning and staring into the ocean, a look of sadness and longing- this causes a wave of guilt to wash over you as the boy might be missing his home and his family.

The salty sea breeze harshly blows against you, the clouds slowly turning a dark grey as rain gently drizzle from above.

"Don't worry, Huracan. Tomorrow definitely, I'll get you back into the ocean." You state, placing a gentle hand on the boy's back as the two of you both walk back towards the house.

PART 3

˚✩ | AUTHOR'S NOTE ; Sorry for the lack of Namor/K'uk'ulkan, I just wanted to show the small bond that is developing between you and Huracan ♡

if you do enjoy, please do like, reblog and comment <3

#namor of talokan #namor fanfiction #namor x reader #namor smut #namor the sub mariner #namor imagine #namor #namor fanart #namor fic #namor fluff #namor x you #namor x y/n #wakanda forever #black panther #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel namor

[acourtofthought]

Problematic Arguments

The one where Lucien isn't relevant or should be forced to deal with a broken bond and a mate who doesn't choose him in the end even though every other male mated to a resistant Archeron eventually got their HEA. Where another jealous male deems him "not good enough" so that must be the truth 🤦

Lucien was based off Sam Heughan's version of Jamie Fraser in Outlander.

Lucien similarities to Jamie Fraser:

Both Jamie and Lucien were whipped.

Both Jamie and Lucien were S/A

In Outlander, Dougal (Jamie's uncle and one of six children) considers Jamie a threat because Jamie could have been competition for Dougal, as an able-bodied male of MacKenzie blood, for the bid of laird. Lucien was one of seven but was also considered a threat for the title of High Lord (to his brothers in this series).

They both have red hair and Jamie's is long in many seasons.

Though Lucien empathized with what Feyre was going through, he was also torn by what was necessary for the Spring Court as a whole. Similarly, Jamie did not truly want to punish Claire for her mistake in season 1 however he knew that in order for the clan to still protect her, he had to do it as it was the way of his people and what was expected of him.

Jamie stood up to Jack Randall on many occasions while Lucien stood up to Amarantha on many occasions.

Both Jamie and Lucien are open with their emotions and feelings and intelligent.

Both make mistakes but quickly apologize and learn from them.

Both Jamie and Lucien are fighters when necessary however they are also well educated.

Lucien was willing to die on Feyre's behalf rather than tell Amarantha her name while Jamie took Laoghaire's punishment for her.

Both Jamie and Lucien were injured when falling from their horses.

Jamie was willing to let Claire return to the future after marrying her, if that's what she decided she wanted and Lucien walked away so Elain could go back to Graysen since he knew that's what she wanted as she was still in love with him.

Jamie is a natural born leader able to navigate social situations with ease and that is also fitting of Lucien, why Tamlin made him his right hand and why Feyre says he sounds more High Lord like than an unwanted son.

This is said about Jamie: True to his sign, Jamie is extremely stubborn, much like the Frasers who came before him. He is also fiercely loyal. This is what is said about Lucien: “You know them better than I do. But I will say that Lucien is loyal—fiercely so.”

(Claire, written to be the love of Jamie's life, and Elain also share similarities -

Curly, light brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin.

Was in love (and married to) another male when she met Jamie just as Elain was in love with and engaged to Graysen (interesting SJM gave Elain that storyline in the same book she realized Elucien would be mates).

Claire did not choose to marry Jamie but was forced into the arrangement just as Elain did not choose to have a mating bond.

A nurse turned healer when she traveled back in time (💡), Claire is able to take charge and stay calm in stressful situations. Elain hasn't fully grown into herself but there are hints of this - “I’ll do it,” Elain said, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. She didn’t wait for either of us before she strode out, graceful as a doe. / But Elain’s cry—a warning. A warning to— To my right, now exposed, Tamlin ran for me. To grab me at last./ But Elain said, “Nesta.” Slowly, my eldest sister looked at her. “Nesta,” Elain said again / She put a hand on Nesta’s knee, the purple of my sister’s gown nearly swallowing up the ivory hand. “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help … others.”/ And then walked to me and Nesta, who pulled back long enough to survey Elain’s clean face, her clear eyes.

Claire is nurturing, yet matter of fact and well spoken most of the time however when pushed she's a bit feisty and will swear which shocks the men of that time. Likewise Elain often says things that surprise her sisters and hoped the queens "burned in hell"

Further proof of SJMs Outlander love:

Below is proof of her love for LUCIEN:

Sarah J Maas also said this of Helion in a May 12, 2017 interview, 10 days after the release of ACOWAR ( the book where she announced that Lucien's real father was Helion):

So it is difficult for me to imagine that SJM would base Lucien off a character she loves, a character who finds his soul mate in Claire after a rocky start and an arranged marriage, change Lucien's father to a character she's obsessed with (the High Lord of Day giving Lucien the power of the sun which Elain craves) only to have his Cauldron given mate (who he has longed for over the course of 3 books) reject him.

That would be like Claire returning to the future and choosing never to go back to Jamie which would have ended the series very early on.

Their love is epic because even though it wasn't their choice to come together at first, it ended up being EVERYTHING.

Sometimes the best things in life are the things you never expected and never knew you wanted.

If SJM considered Lucien her love, than why would she want him to have less than an epic love with his soul bonded mate? She has told us it doesn't get better than that so why would he be given less than the best when as the author she has the power to give that to him?

#elucien #pro elucien #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #acotar series #acotar ships #mating bond

[milawritesstuff]

Back To December (Pedri’s Version)

A/N: The much anticipated fourth part is here! I hope you guys like it. You can find parts 1-3 here:

Babe (Pedri’s Version)

I Almost Do (Pedri’s Version)

Girl At Home (Pedri’s Version)

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Pedri's POV

-Vamos Pedri, just for a bit.- Said Gavi as I put on my shirt. Gavi next to me in the locker room putting on his clothes after practice.

-I don't really want to go out.- I said sitting down and putting on my shoes. Gavi rolled his eyes and sat next to me.

-There's a small cafe I found a few weeks ago. You'll love the food.-

I looked over at him and shook my head. I knew it was impossible to say no to him. He would start to whine and complain like a small child until you gave in to whatever it was he was asking from you. I also knew it was his way of trying to take care of me since I had secluded myself for the past few months.

-Vale.- I said agreeing.

We drove to a cafe on the other side of town. We ordered small appetizers and sat back waiting for them to be ready. I missed coming out with my friends but the past few months my routine had been practice and going back home. It was almost as if I was punishing myself for the last time I went out. Trying to undo my mistakes, an impossible task.

They called out our order and Gavi stood up grabbing the plates from the counter. He put the food in between the two of us.

-This one is really good.- He said pointing to a plate of meat. I reached my hand out to grab a small piece when I heard it. The laugh that would forever be engraved in my brain. I looked up and my heart began to race. The food in my hand dropping back to the plate as I looked down trying to cover the side of my face with my hand.

-Don't look.- I said to Gavi who had just put food in his mouth. His back to her.

-What am I not looking at?- He asked.

-It's her Gavi, its Y/N.-

Her brown hair now longer than before, swinging as she walked in her arm interlocked with his. A light blue dress perfectly hugging her curves. The two walked towards a table at the entrance of the cafe and sat down. They continued to talk while she laughed.

Gavi couldn't resist and as soon as I said her name he turned around.

-Joder, Gavi. What did I just tell you?- I whispered causing him to turn back to face me and say sorry with his facial expressions.

I looked up again and my heart dropped as I saw her and the dark haired guy sitting so close to each other. I felt the need to cry build up but I just looked at the table. The perfect fuck you that the universe could send me, to see her here happy and with someone else while I couldn't move on. Gavi sat there in silence but somehow knowing exactly what was going on in my mind.

-It doesn't mean she's with him, you know.- He said. I shrugged my shoulders. I sat there thinking how I knew nothing about who she was now. Months had passed since she was mine and I knew everything, her routine, how she liked things, who she knew, how she tasted. Now someone sitting next to her who I had never met in my life, the blue dress she was wearing I had never seen on her before. Even the way she wore her hair now was different. But one thing I knew, that smile on her face wasn't genuine, it wasn't the type of smiles I used to bring to her face.

-She's not with me Pablo, so it doesn't really matter if she's with him or not.- I said as I grabbed a plate of food and began to eat. My eyes fixated on the food in front of me, a knot in my throat making it difficult to swallow anything.

Gavi sat there looking at me almost disappointingly. His plan to bring me out and change up my routine had resulted in this. We both ate quietly.

-Do you want to head out?- He asked as he took the last bite of his food. I nodded and took out my wallet to leave the money for the food.

-Let me just use the restroom first.- Said Gavi as he stood up and walked to the back of the cafe.

I sat there in clear view of Y/N trying to keep my face down so she wouldn't see me if she looked my way. I decided to move over to where Gavi was sitting so my back would be to her while I tried to think about how Gavi and I would walk out of the cafe without them seeing us. I couldn't sit still and decided to message Gavi that I would wait for him outside. Hoping I could quickly walk out of there without her or her friend seeing me.

I hit send on the message and stood up and turned around when our bodies met. I stepped back almost as if touching her would break her. Her familiar scent overtaking me. We stood there in silence, my heart feeling as if it was going to explode out of my chest.

I tried to say something but I couldn't. Her eyes locked on my face, she began to play with her hands which I knew she would do when she got nervous.

Behind her I heard her friend yell, -Y/N, you were going to the restroom not to make friends.- He said. I looked over at him and then back at her. She looked down at the ground and then back up at me. She offered a small smile.

-He's ... he's my friend.- She said referring to the person she had walked into the cafe with.

I smiled. -Yeah?- Was all I could say, immediately regretting such a stupid response. After months of not seeing her and not being able to talk to her, after what I had done to her all I could say was yeah.

Before I could say anything else Gavi walked up to both of us. Her eyes diverting to him with a smile on her face. -Pablito, it's been so long.- She said as he took her in for a hug. I stood there trying with every bone in my body not to be jealous of my friend in that moment. He was able to just hug her and tell her how much he had missed her without feeling any sort of regret or blame for the situation.

Seconds later Y/N's friend walked towards us. -Joder tia.- He said with a smile. She turned around to look at him. -Jordi, this is Pedro and Pablo ... old friends.- She said. I stood there thinking how fucked up it was that now I was introduced as her old friend, everything we had been through meaning nothing anymore. But what was she supposed to say? My ex who cheated on me and his best friend? Both Gavi and I shook Jordi's hand and greeted him.

Jordi invited us to sit with them.

-We were just leaving.- I said quickly wanting whatever was happening to end as soon as possible.

-But come on Pedri, we don't have practice tomorrow. I'm sure we can stay for a few more minutes?- Said Gavi. I looked at him with eyes that could kill for doing this to me. That's when I was caught by surprise, I head Y/N's voice.

-A few minutes won't kill you.- She said.

I agreed and the three of us walked back to the table while Y/N went to the restroom. I'm sure asking herself why she had just said that.

-Y/N didn't tell me she had friends that were as gorgeous as the two of you.- Said Jordi which caused Gavi and I to chuckle. I felt a relief in my heart knowing that Y/N and Jordi were probably not together.

When she came back to the table she sat next to Jordi while Gavi and I sat across from them. Jordi and Gavi began to talk about the food while she and I just sat there in silence.

Finally I decided to talk. -It's hot out.- I said immediately kicking myself in the head for deciding to talk about the weather. She looked up at me and smirked. -The summer is almost here.-

-How have you been?- She said, not knowing really what to say.

-We won La Liga.- I mentioned with a smile wanting to tell her I wish she would have been there with me to celebrate.

-Did you?- She responded letting me know in a few words she had not been keeping up with my team or myself. Her guard was up and and who could blame her.

-I'm happy for the team.- She said.

Gavi and Jordi were talking most of the time, Y/N sometimes adding a little. I sat back and took her all in. Wishing I had realized what I had when she was mine. Realizing how much I missed her tan skin more than I thought I did. Her smile still making my heart skip a beat like when we were children. Knowing I would give everything in the world to go back to December and not do what I did. Wishing I could go back in time and change it, knowing I couldn't.

The four of us stepped out of the cafe. Gavi giving her a hug and telling her she missed her. Jordi shaking both of our hands as we said our goodbyes. I smiled at her and began to walk away without saying anything with Gavi behind me.

-Are you serious?- He said.

-What?-

-That's it?- He asked.

-What do you want me to do Gavi? Tell her that I'm sorry? That I miss her? That life without her is just me missing her?-

-Minimo.- At least. He said. I turned back and saw as her and Jordi walked in opposite direction. -Joder, go.- Said Gavi giving me the motivation that I needed, telling me with his actions that it wasn't all in my head, that the past half an hour we had spent with her had been difficult for her as well because there was still something there.

I ran towards where she was and yelled out her name while grabbing her arm and softly pulling her back. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with tears causing mine to do the same.

-Can I walk you home?- I said. She looked over at Jordi who offered a half smile and pushed her towards me.

-Vale.- She said agreeing. I let go of her arm and we began to walk next to each other. The warmth of her body next to mine being exactly what I needed even in this hot day.

We walked in silence. Me trying to muster up the courage to tell her everything I had wanted to for the past few months. Trying to swallow my pride.

We walked for a few blocks until we reached a small park. We walked in and sat on a bench which faced a teeter totter like the one she and I had played in countless of times as children. I took a deep breath and looked over at the girl who sat next to me.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for that night. I'm sorry for not realizing what I had.-

She looked at me now the tears falling from her eyes.

-I know you hate me but- she interrupted me.

-Don't you get it? For months I have tried to hate you and I can't. Pedri. I didn't respond to your messages because I wouldn't have been able to say no to you but you broke me. I couldn't risk it again. I can't get you out of my mind as much as I have tried. Eres el puto amor de mi vida.- She said.

Hearing her tell me I was the love of her life should have made me happy but it didn't. It made me feel worse knowing she had given all of herself to me and I had taken it for granted. She gave me all of her love and all I gave her was a goodbye.

-I wish I could go back to December. Change everything about that night. Make it all right.- I said.

-But you can't.- She responded in between tears.

I grabbed her hands, a sense of peace filling me knowing she was so close to me, that she didn't pull herself away from me.

-Please, let me make it better. I can't sleep, I stay up all night thinking about what I should have done differently. Fighting every bone in my body not to go out and look for you. Resisting the urge to message you. I'm sorry. Te amo.-

She sat there in silence.

-Please, I swear I'll love you right this time.-

She didn't say anything. Instead I felt her lips press against mine. The sweet taste of her lips in between the salty taste of both of our tears. Her hands on my jaw as my tongue parted her lips allowing me to go inside. Her lips as soft as I remembered. I felt my chest fill with the familiar warmness that I had been missing since December when she left. Her hand traveling down to my neck as my hands cupped her face. Us kissing felt like the silence around us exploded. My heart racing at the thought that she did more than not stop me, she kissed me back.

I wanted to pull away and tell her how I was feeling, continue pleading to her. But I couldn't. I didn't want this kiss to ever end. I had months to make up for not having her by my side. I continued to kiss her hoping that my kisses would show her what I desperately wanted her to know.

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[bluejayyz]

Doodle World Awesome Squad from my Mind Palace 👾👾

Design Explanation Paragraphing under the cut !!!! Where I really talk about the how and why of it all ^<^

So excited to post this !! I do hope ye all like it, I was super excited seeing people like/reblog my last post as I've felt a little awkward posting Doodle World art just due to not knowing anyone else who played the game eeeekk.. BUT these are my 'headcannons', I guess you could call them; for the main Doodle World group !!!

> Suzie : The shortest of the group at 5'2"!! Due to the body type used for her in-game, I have always pictured her as being on the bigger side!! Her hair is like a Jellyfish cut, if you guys are familiar with that. Or.. well that's how I interpret what is happening. And I think she looks totally cutieful <3 I draw her with blue eyes for reasons unknown to myself, I have just always given her blue. Her pants are worn/faded at the knees and slightly frayed at the end. Her footwear is closer to boots than runners!! She is in-game, shown to be closer with the player, and that stays to be true in my version of them also.. I think they would have matching friendship bracelets...

> Quincy : Second tallest at 5'7.5" [didn't originally care about the .5, until it was a way to one up the player]. Got rid of those awful glasses he wears... please take them off Quincy.. gave him regular white frames specs instead!! He is a little blind. Also grey-ish eyes?? Again no reasoning. Is on the slimmer side in my mind, not much muscle, because I believe he was a sheltered, rich kid who didn't have to do much- until this adventure, of course. His outfit also doesn't make much sense for travel because well.. I don't think he really expected all this running around we have been doing. His shoes are bright white, and his jeans look brand new. His shirt is pressed !!! ..He has grown on me a lot I can't lie, I never disliked him, though.

> TJ : Tallest of the group!! 6'0"!! He has always just felt tall to me.. maybe that is crazy. He has wider shoulders that sort of replicate his in-game model, as opposed to Quincy, I do believe TJ has worked out/exercised at times :P His outfit is more relaxed, I debated with sweatpants for a while, I do think baggy jeans suit but either or make sense to me. The knees of his jeans are slightly worn, his hoodie is definitely bigg and comfy, and his shoes are definitely made for maximum comfort and running around. Hair change going off model simply because I like this style a lot more, and I think it suits him really well, and then brown eyes !! He also has thicker eyebrows than Suzie and Quincy, no major reason I just think thick eyebrows rock !!!1

And finally, not really necessary;

The Player! Or in this case

> Jay : Standing at 5'7" to replicate myself, Jay is a mix of me and my roblox avatar in looks. She has broader shoulders, which are very much hidden under the baggy hoodie. She also has thicker eyebrows, matching TJ. His outfit is similar to Quincy's on the pure coincide of that is what my avatar was wearing when I first joined Doodle World and finding it funny, I've kept the matching rival outfits since. Despite the similarity to Quincy's clothes, Jay's are very much perfect for this adventure (the main reason being the jumper shirt combo is fake!! It is one item of clothing... he has been lying to you). The jeans are baggy, worn, faded, and fraying in places- but the extra pockets really do come in handy at times. Also a glasses wearer!! As I'm very much far from 20/20 vision.. and of course; train track braces !!! Let's goo !!!!

Well, that has been an absolute ramble session !! I hope that made sense if you did read all that. I mainly just wanted to explain how I see the characters and my reasonings, if any.. behind why. Especially if I want to post more artwork of them all :D!!!

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[shochansstuff]

✰ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ✰

Inazuma Version part1. •Mondstadt Version •Liyue Version

->Summary: Inazuma boys being jealous<3

->Characters: Gorou jealous of Kazuha / Kazuha jealous of Heizou/ Heizou Jealous of Thoma / Thoma is jealous of Ayato.

->Warnings: One mention of blood, a little suggestive, no nswf, and slightly possessive behavior<3

->Reader: Gender Neutral 😐

->Author's notes: SORRY I DISAPPEARED I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY LATELY, so here it is the first part of the Inazuma version, I'll post soon enough the second part of this <3 Enjoy🫶

1. Gorou is jealous of Kazuha.

The great general of Watatsumi Island's forces. He has gained respect and prestige, but always shows himself to be a humble leader.

He is deeply trusted by his subordinates and is someone with whom you can share your feelings without shame.

Gorou, like all of Watatsumi Island's inhabitants, is a loyal supporter of Sangonomiya Kokomi. Kokomi trusts him to lead the Watatsumi Army as its primary general, being sincere, determined and courageous. He has a strong sense of camaraderie and gets along well with all of the soldiers under his command, who in turn share the same sentiment and speak to him if any issues arise, including new recruits.

This is what you like about Gorou. His determination and loyalty. From the moment you joined the army, you quickly established a bond with the young general. But soon this understanding of yours became bigger and bigger. Even Her Excellency, Sangonomia Kokomi, realized that between the two of you there was not the usual and classic relationship between superior and subordinate.

No. He shared with you his choices, and asked you for advice on how to move troops by treating you as an equal. Also on the front line during the fights. Always have your backs and make sure to protect one another. You trained together, and you gave him tips on how to use the sword, while he helps you get used to the bow. You were meant for each other, but there was nothing official between you despite your behavior behind the scenes being the same of a married couple.

The battle for a showdown with the Shogun's army was near, so Kokomi asked whoever had the possibility to join the army momentarily to help the rebellion, and the task of welcoming those who would make such a decision was entrusted to you and Gorou.

When you arrive at the meeting place, you started to feel a little anxious. After all, you were about to welcome your new allies. Gorou is a very knowledgeable guy in this kind of thing, but you were... still inexpert. You breathed deeply. You could have done it. Soon, some soldiers arrived, escorting two individuals.

A woman. She has long, waist-length dark brown hair. The top of her hair is tied up with an intricate gold hairpin with a pale blue tassel hanging from one end. Her fringe parts around her right eye, slightly covering her left. Her right eye is a deep ruby-colored hue melting into gold. Her left eye is covered by an eyepatch.

And, by her side there was a young man with choppy, medium length hair, some of it tied in an off centered ponytail to his right. It is a platinum blonde color, apart from a single red streak on his right. He has red eyes with a yellow hue at the bottom. He has a gentle facial expression, rather calming.

"We thank you for offering to help us. The entire army and Her Excellency herself are grateful to you." Gorou said. "It's nice to see you again, Beidou and Kazuha." He... he already knew them?

Your eyes moved from Gorou's face to the young man's He was already looking at you. Your gazes chained, as if they didn't want to leave. You lost yourself for a moment in the crimson color of the irises of the boy named Kazuha.

He smiled softly at you, as you break the eye contact with him, nervously looking away. He whisper a soft chuckle, as Gorou invites them to follow him.

You reached quickly Gorou's side, as you walked with him. While walking to towards the camp, you kept giving small gazes at the samurai, who indeed was doing the same. But the General Gorou isn't blind. He noticed.

And he was...bothered...?!

Once reached the camp, you stopped in front of the gate. "Here we are. You will both stay here until Her Excellency will sort you into the various groups." Gorou said. You looked straight into Kazuha's eyes, as you offered to accompany him to his tent, and showing him the rest of the camp. But Gorou wasn't willing to let you spend time ALONE with kazuha, so he made an excuse, telling you that was the work of the soldiers of that camp.

You slowly nodded, as you walked away with Gorou.

He doesn't know why that was bothering him so much, you and kazuha were just looking at each other...

Somehow he was feeling strange about it...

The next day, early in the morning, you headed back to the camp, where Kazuha and that hot pirate-captain woman were staying. You wanted to train a little, and the train-camp there was your favorite, perfect for the sword users.

You prepared yourself, and soon started training, as you usually do in the morning alone. Using your vision, you managed to simulate an elemental attack you were working on. You smiled satisfied, but out of nowhere a gentle applause came from behind you. You turned your head, and to your surprise, you found the young samurai standing there, looking softly at you.

"That attack was rather amazing, a really good job to say the least." He said, smiling gently. You smiled back at him, telling him that you have been working on that attack for a long time. He told you that he is a sword user too, and offered you to train together.

You accept his offer as you both started sparring with each other.

You were strong, but he was stronger. His sword skills were far beyond yours. He was incredibly good with the sword. In fact, he defeated you.

"You are incredible, kazuha..." You say as you stand up from the ground.

"Thank you for your compliment, you flatter me. You are really good too, but you can improve. Let me give you some advices" He said gently.

You nodded, as you look at him getting closer to you.

"before, when you tried to disarm me, you acted very quickly, and you would have even succeeded if it wasn't for your position. It was slightly wrong. Do you mind trying to do that again? So I can correct you.."

You nodded, as you set yourself in the same position as before.

"There. You are really fast and agile, but you moviments are limited by the position of your hips." He leaned closer.

"Is it ok for me to touch your waist?" He asked. Those words made you cheeks heat up, as you nod slowly.

He just smiled, getting behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips, correcting you position.

"There, and your back, it has to be straight..." He said, pressings your back against his chest.

It happens that the General Gorou was looking for you, and he knew that he would find you at the train-camp. Wagging his tail while walking, smiling at himself at the thought of seeing you, he reached the train-camp, but his happy expression vanished as he saw you that close to the samurai.

Kazuha with his hands on your hip, having you pressed against his chest... Gorou felt, strange.

It bothered him that you were so close to someone else who wasn't him... Only he could have you so close, only he could touch you like that... Only him.

Was he...jealous?

He was a step closer to go there and separate you, and take you away from Kazuha, but that was pointless, the two of you weren't in an official relationship, but it was time for Gorou to show everyone that you belong to him.

He walked away, waiting to get you all alone.

He waited patiently in his tent, taking care of some paperwork, knowing that you will come to him, sooner or later.

He is a general after all, he predict the moves of the enemy army every day. Predicting yours were a piece of cake.

And so you did.

In the afternoon, you started to look out for Gorou. So you headed to his tent, finding him sit at his desk filling some documents.

"Gorou i haven't seen you the whole day! You have been here the whole time?" You said. But Gorou was silent. So you got closer to him. "This morning I trained with Kazuha! He is incredibly skilled with his sword! He gave me some advices... I think I'm going to improve a lot thanks to him! He is truly amazing--- mmh?!"

Gorou grabbed you by your hips, pulling you on his lap, shutting you up placing his lips on yours. He was tired. Tired to wait. Tired to not have you all to himself.

Forcing his tounge inside you mouth, he explored every inch of your mouth, swirling his tounge around yours, making you squirm.

You pulled away from him, looking in his eyes, your heart started racing. "G-Gorou? W-what was that for?!" You asked, as your cheeks were getting redder and redder.

He stayed silent, leaning closer to your neck, as he whispered in your ear. "You belong to me. And only me." He said as he started kissing your neck, keeping you in place with his hands on your waist. You let out a small moan, as he start sucking the soft skin of your neck, leaving hickeys all over your collarbone.

You are his, he wants everyone to understand it. Especially Kazuha.

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2. Kazuha is jealous of Heizou.

Kazuha is a wanderer. And you are well aware of the fact that he isn't home often. You can't stop him to continue his journey and you won't.

You love him a lot, so you support him in every way possible, but sometimes, when he is away, you can't help but feel a little lonely. He was your everything, and when everything is away from you, you have nothing.

Sure you had a lot of friends in Inazuma, but even tho you hang out with them you can't help but think about Kazuha. And not all of them manage to notice how much missing Kazuha upsets you. But one of them, maybe the smartest one, was able to get how lonely you were feeling, keeping you distracted every way possible.

That friend of yours, is Shikanoin Heizou. He is one of your closest friends, you know each other like the back of your hand, plus Heizou is an incredible observer, in fact it didn't take him long to realize you were down in the dumps.

He always had a little crush on you, taking the chance that kazuha was away, he decided that he would make you realize that he is much better than your boyfriend. And this was the right time.

He had to play his cards right, after all you were in love with kazuha, he knew it would be difficult, but he was convinced that he would succeed somehow, so one day, he invited you to train with him. He knows that you used to do that a lot with Kazuha, but he thought that this would be the easiest way to get closer to you.

"Hey there y/n! I'm glad to see that you came!" Heizou said, as you approached him. "Hey Heizou! Of course I came! It's always better training with someone than doing it alone.." You answer him, placing your stuff next to Heizou's.

"So what are we going to do today for our train?" You say curiously, looking at Heizou gathering his hair into a low ponytail. "Today we will be practicing the hand-to-hand combat." He says cracking his fingers.

"It's not fair! It's your style of combat! You will surely beat me up!" You say, crossing your arms. Glaring at him. "Don't give me that look, I'll be gentle~" He says winking at you.

"Enough chit-chats, let's get started, I want to see what you are capable of!" He say, positioning himself with open arms and a smug smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, as you both started fighting against each other, but soon it got kind of intense.

"not bad Y/n~" Heizou said with a mischievous grin. You just shake your head smiling while dodging his attempts at surprising you.

You didn't notice, but the persone that have been on your mind until today was watching you from afar behind some bushes. He arrived a few minutes ago, and as soon as se landed in Inazuma he searched for you, his lovely partner. He missed you so much and he wanted to hold you in his arms as soon as possible.

But instead he found you fighting with Heizou. He was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and having fun with Heizou but for some reason he felt some kind of... jealous.

It's not like he wanted to find you in tears because you were missing him too much, but he wanted it. He wanted to be the only one in your mind.

Seeing Heizou getting so close to you at times, sometimes even grabbing your waist to confuse you, and teasing you so shamelessly made Kazuha feeling all types of anger and jealousy.

He knew he was irrational, he trusted you a lot. But you weren't the problem, but Heizou and his shamelessly attitude.

Every pickup lines Heizou throw at you with sly smirks on his face, every time Heizou was getting closer to you the he should... those things were making your boyfriend feeling and odd feeling in his chest.

"Hey what are you-" You said as Heizou made you fall onto the ground using a little his vision and before you can get up he pins you down with his arm.

"I won!" He said, looking down at you. Ow you were looking so cute with you hands pinned above your head under him. What a lovely sight. Less lovely for your boyfriend, who was struggling to keep calm.

"You cheated Heizou! It's not fair!" You said struggling to free your self from his grip. "No pain no gain, sweetheart~" Heizou said grinning at you.

Enough.

A sudden strong wind current pushed Heizou away from you and another one pulled you towards the bushes where kazuha was hiding. You nearly fell but Kazuha quickly caught you and held you up bridal-newly wed style.

Your eyes opened wide at the sight of him "Kazu!! You are back!? finally you are ba--" You shutted yourself up, as you looked at his facial expression, how he was holding you now, and the fact that he pushed you toward him using a strong wind current.

He's only gotten like this once before, it was when you bumped into your ex in Liyue. He was so scary, as he is right now.

Kazuha stayed silent and walked away. He kept walking despite your complaints and questions until you reached your shared house.

"Kazu? What about Heizou?!" You said, looking at deep in his crismon eyes. He set you down and sighed, looking away from you. “kazuha. what’s wrong?” you asked, hoping for an answer this time.

“i…i hated seeing Heizou acting like that...So shamelessy flirting with you... ” he replied. "I missed you so much dove, and once I came back and I search for you, i find you fighting with Heizou..." He stopped talking and looked straight into your beautiful eyes "...the way you were fighting…reminded me of how I fell for you.”

You wanted to say something but then he knelt down and held your hands. “I know I'm not the perfect boyfriend, I know I'm often far from home, but I don’t want…anyone to fall for you the same way I did. I want you to be only mine.”

Your face was way too red right now, and you were in too much shock to say anything. You couldn’t even look at him in the eye with how flustered you were.

Kazuha slowly lifted you your chin, and made you face him. He smiled at you and placed his hand on your cheek, probably attempting to calm you down. It just made you more flustered, but he loved it either way.

He moved closer and moved his hands down to your waist. “come on, love. look at me.” he whispered. You looked up at him and he was maybe an inch away from your lips.

“k…kazuha, you know that i love you, right?” you muttered. He chuckles, “i know. but i want to be the only one, alright?” he said.

You suddenly kissed him, he was a little shocked but quickly kissed back. Pulling you closer as his grip gets tighter. As your lips interwine with each other, his tounge slides into your mouth swirling around yours. Your hands run through his hair, as a soft noise escape his lips.

“I love you.” he said, pulling away. “You are the most perfect being that walks Teyvat in my eyes, And even tho I know I'm not the only one thinking it, You aren't an object love... but I want to make everyone know that you belong to me." You smiled, a red shade filling your cheeks once again.

You always knew he was a charmer, but this was a whole new level. Maybe you should get him jealous more often.

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3. Heizou is jealous of Thoma

Secret relationships are tough. It's not as romantic as books may make it looks like. The so loved 'Strangers in public, lovers in private' it's not that exiting. Is tiring.

But you had no choice, and we all know how love can make people crazy. You never wished to end up like this, but your situation required it.

I'm talking about your secret relationships with the sharp detective of the Tenryou Communsion. The popular Shikanoin Heizou.

You fell in love with him at the first sight and it was the same for him. You were so perfect in his eyes. Archons, only they know how much this man loves you. And you him a lot too.

But there were... some issues.

Which ones?

Oh well. One of them is The visions hunt decree. And the fact that you are a Kamisato, Ayaka's and Ayato's cousin and he a detective from the Tenryou Comminsion. Everybody knows that between the Kamisato clan and then Tenryou Comminsion there is no good blood.

The problems here are as clear as day.

A Kamisato can't be seen around with someone from the Tenryou Comminsion, so you and heizou are obliged to meet up in hidden spots, where the eyes of the crowds couldn't see you.

You were happy to be able to meet up with your lover at least once a week, but lately things have become difficult. Someone began to become suspicious of your distant behaviors. That person was your dear friend Thoma.

He noticed how you disappeared and how, out of nowhere, you show up again. So he started to stay more in your company. You didn't mind of course,Thoma was a really nice person to have around, but at first you though he was standing by your side so often just to keep an eye on you, but soon he started acting strange.

You didn't want to tell Heizou yet, it wasn't anything bad, 'he's just being friendly', you thought. Heizou didn't need to know about this, after all, he wasn't the jealous type, right? Or at least, that's what you thought.

It was a normal day in tye middle of autumn, and you needed to go to Inazuma city, the purpose was to take care of some commission, and gathering informations about the vision Hunt Decree. And of course Thoma offered to accompany you. You agreed, besides what could possibly go wrong?

Actually... a lot

You were walking through the main streets of Inazuma city, side to side with Thoma; He was a very friendly person, so you were quite enjoying you time with him. Everything was going well, but Thoma's behavior changed.

He started standing closer to you, searching for your touch, sliding his arm around your shoulder, praising you more, calling you with sweet nicknames here and there and stuff like that.

Sure you were trying your best to keep your distance from him, but your heart skipped a bit when, in the street, you passed by Heizou.

His piercing eyes were focused on you, you made eye contact with him, and you felt your body on fire. This was the hard part of having a secret relationships, lovers in private was certainly amazing, but strangers in public.. that wasn't a problem, until now. Heizou's eyes were burning with jealousy as he followed your figure with his gaze.

Seeing Thoma getting to act like that with you in public, and not being able to go there and telling him to back the fucking off and show everyone that you are his.. Oh Archons, that was driving him crazy.

Soon a great idea came to his mind and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. You shivered, noticing that expression of his, you knew that one. Maybe to well. He had something in mind, and judging by the grin on his face...

You looked up at the sky, praying the Mighty Electro Archon for him to not do anything stupid, but what Heizou had in mind was far beyond stupid, perhaps even worse.

You spent the rest of the day with Thoma, that was obviously flirting with you, untile came the time to go back to the Kamisato Estate.

Once home, you politely thanked Thoma for keeping you company during the day and the immediately went to your room. You opened the door.

"Welcome back, sweetheart ~" You shouted the door behind you, with eyes wide open. "H-heizou..?!" There he was, laying comfortably on your bed with his arms crossed behind his head.

"Mm? What's that expression? Aren't you happy to see your lovely boyfriend~?" He said, sitting up on the edge of you bed, with a smug smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here?! Are you insane?!" You say, crossing your arms on your chest, glaring at him. "Insanely in love with you, sweetie~" He answered, as he stood up stretching his arms. "Your bed is really comfortable, I should come over more often.." He says.

You felt you cheeks going red. "Heizou don't avoid my question. Why are you here." You said. Heizou just laughed at you "Aw you are so red right now. So cute.." He started approaching you. "Answer me." You say, but he just grinned again, stopping a few inches away from you. "Why I don't show you instead?"

He grabbed you by your waist, pulling your body against his. Your faces are now a few inches away. You already closed your eyes hoping for a kiss, but it wasn't coming. Instead you heard Heizou's sweet laugh. "You want me to kiss you don't ya? Adorable... But I don't know. Lately you spend a lot of time with your new friend instead of me. What's his name now? Thoma?" You glared at him. "If you want me to kiss those delicious lips of yours, you'll have to tell me how much you want me to do so."

Your jaw dropped hearing those words. Was he really going to act like that with you? But your desire was much more bigger than your pride. "I want you to kiss me so badly, please..." He smirked at you, satisfied. "Badly you say? Mm let me ndulge you then~" He kissed you, sliding him tounge in your mouth, exploring every inch of it as if he never did so already. You moaned in his mouth, closing your eyes, surrending to the pleasant feeling.

Soon you felt Heizou pulling away just for roughly pinning you against the wall. The impact made a loud noise. "H-heizou! W-what if someone caught us?" He grinned. "If that means to let your new friend, and all the Kamisato Estate know that you are mine, then let it be." You looked at him, smirking. "Mm? Are you jealous Heizou?" Heizou stared deep into your eyes, before kissing you again, interwining his lips with yours, tasting them like the sweetest snack on Teyvat.

Suddenly the door opened. "Y/n..! Are you ok?! I heard a loud noise and I was worried about you-- H-huh?!" Thoma's face became red at the sight of Heizou, pinning you against the wall with his knee between your legs and your hands above your head, kissing you so hungrily and roughly.

You both stopped. Heizou just turned his head to properly look at Thoma. They just looked at each other, you didn't even talk, you were too busy at trying to catch your breath anyway--

Thoma just walked out of your room, closing the door and locking it. Heizou turned his head at you again, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now let's continue what we were doing, shall we~?" He grinned again. "I'll show everyone who you belong to."

That night, your screams in pleasure were filling the walls of the Kamisato Estate, and your room happens to be next to Thoma's.

And from that day, Thoma never dared to get too close to you again

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4. Thoma is jealous of Ayato.

Thoma was an amazing boyfriend. He trusts you a lot, rarely gets jealous over you, treats you like you were a royal.. He truly is great and you love him so much.

The keyword in this paragraph is: rarely

You two planned to meet up in front of the Kamisato Estate, and go together to the Komore Teahouse and have lunch together, but you were stuck in your office, dealing with an amount of paperwork.

You also work for the Kamisato Clan, but it wasn't easy for you to get free time like Thoma. You weren't a maid, or an home cleaner, like your boyfriend. Oh no, you were the personal secretary of the head of the Kamisato Clan, Your lord Kamisato Ayato.

Even if you were constantly busy with meetings and paperwork you didn't mind your work, actually Ayato has always been so kind and thoughtful to you. He makes sure to not give you too much work to handle by yourself, and prepares you tea when he sees that you are overworking yourself just to make you take a break.

But today, you avoided every chance of slowing down with your work, you needed to finish to fill all your documents before lunch time.

You actually managed to end your paperwork, so you quickly headed out of the Kamisato Estate, to meet Thoma and walk together to the Komore Teahouse... but there wasn't anyone.

'Maybe he is late because he isn't already done with his daily tasks' you though.

So you decided to stand there and wait for him.

"[Name]? What are you doing here all alone?" You turned towards the voice, and to your surprise, it wasn't Thoma, but Ayato. "Oh? Greetings, my Lord. I'm just waiting for Thoma, we were supposed to meet up here and head to the Komore Teahouse together.. Buy he seem to be late.." You say, with a tone of sadness in your voice.

Ayato smiled at you, "He was training with Ayaka, I'm sure they will be done soon enough for him to join you in time. Why don't you let me accompany you? I'm sure he will reach us soon. I can't certainly leave you here waiting alone, can't I?"

You simply smiled awkwardly. "No no, I don't want you to waste your time, you sure have a lot of things to do right now.."

"I insist, you are not wasting my time, I'd rather spend my time with you that in my office, please allow me to." Your smile grew wider, thanking him gratefully and soon you started walk together.

Ayato was such a polite and nice guy, you always thought that. The time spent walking with him flew without you nothing, in fact you were already in front of the Komore Teahouse.. You kept talking with Ayato, smiling and laughing softly at his nice jokes.

"Y/n! Here you are! Sorry if I made you wait so much-- M-My lord?!" You turned towards the owner of that sweet-like-honey voice.

"Thoma! you are finally here!" You said, as your eyes started sparkling at the sight of your lover. Thoma was also very happy to see you, but not alone, in the company of Ayato.

"Goodmorning Thoma." Ayato said, with his soft light voice.

"Ayato was just keeping me company-- Oh! My Lord, why don't you join us? eating together will be great! So I can repay you for your kindness!" You say smiling.

Thoma's expression drops a little, this was supposed to be his date with you. He felt some weird heavy feeling inside his chest, he felt the need of telling Ayato to go away and not get in the way of you two. But he is a caring boyfriend after all, he is fine with whatever makes you happy.

Ayato noticed his sadder expression, and the storm in his eyes. "I'm sorry y/n, but as much as i would like to have lunch with you i must decline your gentle offer. I have some important matters to take care off. I'll take my leave, i wish you both a nice day."

Ayato left, and you both entered the Komore Teahouse, sitting at your table next to each other.

"What a shame... I really was hoping that he would accept my offer.." You said, in a warm tone. Thoma just nodded, looking away. You turned to look at your lover, but he avoided you eyes. He never did something like this.

Something was clearly off.

Wait was he...

You cupped Thoma's face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. He looked at you with confusion on his face, you just smiled at him as you started showering him with kisses all over his beautiful face.

"You just figured it out huh? I can't hide anything to you my love.. Yet I don't deserve all these kisses. Jealousy is an ugly emotion. I trust you a lot and I'm not supposed to be jealousy but.."

He stopped. You kisses him on his forehead, telling him with your eyes, that it was okay to talk about that. He took a deep breath and smiled at you.

"Fine... Well... I got jealous when I saw you smiling so genuinely with Ayato. I want to be the only one able to make you smile like that. I'm just scared that one day you will realize that I can't give you what Ayato can.. I don't come from a prestigious family, I'm not rich neither popular. I don't want to lose you! You are just... Perfect! I want to be worthy of your lo--- mmh!"

Now you kisses him on his lips, capturing his breath to shut him up.

"Don't say something like that ever again. I don't care if Ayato is rich and everything. I love you, Thoma. You are all I want and need. With you I'm the happiest person in Teyvat" You said, looking deep in his beautiful eyes. And in that moment Thoma knew that you were the right one for him.

#genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact #heizou x gender neutral reader #jealosy #genshin scenarios #kamisato ayato #kaedehara x reader #thoma x reader

[theraggedygirl11]

Kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

Part 1

SUMMARY: Kris is a succubus, but he hates what he is and what he's forced to do for his demon sire. Then he meets a photographer, Damon, and something special blooms between them.

PAIRING: Kris Guštin/Damon Baker

WARNINGS: (kinda implied) drug and alcohol abuse, implied non-con (not between Kris/Damon), sex (not too explicit), hurt/comfort, angst/fluff, swearing

WORDS COUNT: 2.434

LINK: AO3

NOTES: Before diving into the first chapter of this short fic, I'd like to thank @anxious-witch for beta-reading it and giving me really good advice while I was writing it and @lahobbitdiazeroth for fangirling with me, even if she's not in the fandom (kinda).

This is my first ever work I publish in English. I got inspired by Hazbin Hotel and Damon's photoshoot with our guys, and I had to write something.

I'm sorry for the angst you'll find in it, but you know who to blame.

If you want to listen to the song that inspired me, here's a link. There's also an English version (and maybe one in your own language, this series got translated into many languages). Keep in mind that it mentions toxic relationships, abuse and trauma.

È un inferno tutto mio (This hell is all mine)  

Me lo sono scelto io (And I chose all of this)  

Tu sei il mio veleno (You are my poison)  

Dammi il tuo veleno (Give me your poison) 

Non possono farne a meno (I can’t help it)  

Mi scivola in gola e va giù (It slithers into my throat and goes down)  

Veleno, ne sono pieno (Poison, I’m full of it)  

Anche questa notte per me forse è l’ultima (This night could be my last one too)  

Dimmi che ti piace, baby (Tell me you like it, baby)  

Sono tuo, fa ciò che più ti va (I’m yours, do whatever you want)  

Un giorno tu mi ucciderai (One day you’ll kill me)  

Col tuo veleno (With your poison)  

“I took enough pictures.” Said the photographer after a couple of hours, smiling at his model.  

Kris looked at the guy in front of him, hair almost as black as coal and deep dark brown eyes, then stood up from the ground. He was used to being alone with other men, but the more he was with this human, the more he felt a weird feeling growing inside of him. He didn’t know how to name this sensation.  

“May I go, then?” Kris asked.  

“Yeah, sure. I’ll call you when the pictures are ready.” The photographer nodded. “If you need to recompose yourself, you can stay here, I’ll give you some privacy.”  

“No, don’t worry. It’s ok.”  

Kris glanced at the human, then went to the wardrobe area to change his clothes. He felt his eyes on his body. Why was he feeling so uncomfortable? God damn, he was a fucking succubus, he shouldn’t feel like this when a human was staring at him! Because that photographer was enchanted by his beauty, right? He should be.  

But Kris  perceived this specific human in a completely different way because he was looking at him differently, like he wanted to analyse him. Look right into his soul. If only he still had one.  

* * *

Another night, another lover, another soul to bring closer to damnation. It didn’t matter if it was a male or a female human being. He still enjoyed the physical proximity, the skin-on-skin contact, the moans. He was still a demon that fed on pleasure and sexual intercourses.   

But that night his mind flew to another place, even if the man above and inside him was extremely gorgeous and he liked how he moved and his attention on him. For a moment he saw that photographer instead of this random human. He didn’t even remember his name. But, just for a second, he imagined he was there, with him, loving him.  

He closed his eyes and let an intense moan out. No, he needed to focus on this other man, on his soul, his job was to corrupt it. Thus, he closed the image of the photographer in a small and secluded corner of his mind and gave all his attention to this stranger.  

At the same moment, not so far from where Kris was, that same photographer, whose name was Damon, was checking the photos he took of that beautiful and young man. His mind went back to a couple of days before when he had met him in a cafe in the centre of Ljubljana. He was alone at a table, his glance was wandering around observing the people in that place. Damon had noticed a trace of sombreness in his bright blue-greenish eyes.  

He decided to approach him, talk to him, be friendly to him before asking him to take some pictures. The guy seemed kind, but there was a trace of sadness even in his voice. And he could see it even more in his photos. Kris, that was his name, was trying to be seductive, but that gloom was still perceivable behind his piercing look.  

Damon stopped his scrolling on a photo where Kris was standing against a wall, head slightly tilted on a side, hair covering one of his eyes, an arm raised and bent behind his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt with long sleeves. His golden necklace with a purple heart was visible around his neck. The heart was hidden by the shirt, but he knew it was there because he had seen it.  

Maybe he could contact him and try to talk to him to see if he could help him in some way. He seemed like he needed to talk to someone.  

The next morning he tried to call him. Someone else answered the phone, he didn’t recognize the voice.  

“Hello?”  

“Hello. Is... is this Kris Guštin?” Damon asked.  

“This is his phone, yes, but I’m a police officer.”  

“A police officer? What happened?” He pressed, apprehension in his voice.  

“The guy was arrested yesterday evening. He started a fight in a pub. He was completely wasted, high and drunk.”  

Damon’s eyes opened widely. His face paled. “Is he still at the police station?”  

“Yes. Are you a friend of his?”  

“Kind of, yes.”  

“You can come and take him away, if you want. He won’t be charged, he’s an habitue here.”  

“I-I’m coming.” He quickly replied, then ended the call. An habitue? Drugs and alcohol? Was he so that deeply stuck in his bad situation?  

He immediately went to the police station, without thinking twice about it. Kris was locked in a cell, alone and with handcuffs on his wrists. He looked like a model even in that moment, back laid against the wall, vacant eyes staring in front of him like he was lost in his own world. And that usual gloom in them.  

“Your friend here came for you, Guštin.” Said the police officer.  

The demon turned to look at him and was surprised to see the photographer. He stood up and got closer to the entrance of the cell. The police officer freed him from the handcuffs, then gave him his phone back and let him go with Damon.  

“Thank you.” Whispered Kris once they got out of the police station. He let his phone slip inside one pocket in his trousers, then put his hands in his jacket pockets.  

“I know you don’t know me, but what happened? Is... is everything ok?” Damon was more than worried, Kris could hear the concern in his words.  

“Yes.” he replied. “Everything’s ok.”  

“You used drugs. You drank, a lot. That’s not ok.”  

“I’m fine.” He almost snarled at him, turning his head towards the photographer. “Why did you come, anyway?”  

“I wanted to talk to you.” Damon explained. “You seemed lonely and sad. I was worried.”  

Kris blinked and winced a bit. He was truly worried? His senses weren’t wrong, then.  

“I’m... fine, I told you.”  

“I know you don’t know me.” He repeated then continued. “But I’m here, if you want to talk to me.” The human smiled shyly, yet he could see friendliness in his eyes. He didn’t perceive any lust coming from him.  

“Thanks.” He murmured.  

* * *

In the next weeks Kris kept doing his job as succubus. Almost every day he had at least one new lover, male or female it didn’t matter. His sire chose each new prey for him and he couldn’t refuse.  

But he also started going out with the photographer. He learned his name, Damon. He was a lovely person. He didn’t talk much, however he compensated for it with his presence. His closeness was uncomfortable at the beginning, but after a few times the demon started appreciating it.  

The moments spent with Damon quickly became the most awaited ones for the succubus. He started laughing at his jokes, he talked more, he even shared some bits of his life, obviously he kept them pretty vague. He couldn’t tell him he was a demon. He needed this friendship. He missed being human, having friends to hang out with.  

Kris loved when Damon talked about his job. He could almost physically touch the passion he radiated when explaining his art and his vision.  

“And you saw all of this in me?”  

“Yes. And even more.” Damon nodded, then looked at him. “There’s a whole world behind those sad eyes and I wanted to eternalize them.”  

“A world behind them?”  

“Yes. I see that you are happier since we started hanging out, but there’s always a shadow in them, sometimes it’s nearer, sometimes it’s in the back, but it’s always present, lurking around. There’s something in your life that makes you feel sad, that maybe you’d like to change but for some reason you can’t.” He gently touched one of Kris’s hands.   

The demon was petrified. How...? He read right through him like an open book. Was it because he was an artist? Did artists like him have a different way of seeing life and people?  

“I want you to know that I’m still here for you, if you want to talk about whatever is making you feel this lost.” Damon looked right into his eyes. Kris felt his heart falter.  

He wanted to scream, to say out loud that he didn’t want to be a succubus anymore, that he was tired of being a slave and following every order his sire gave him, that he just wanted to become a human again, go back and not say “yes” to that contract. His mouth opened to speak, but no sounds left it.  

Damon was human. He wouldn’t understand. He would probably think that he was crazy, that drugs and alcohol destroyed his mind and his ability to think with clarity. He was his little happy bubble in between a huge red and black world overruled by pain, suffering and damnation.  

“It’s... complicated, Damon. Too complicated.” He whispered in the end, closing his eyes. A tear ran down his face, but never reached his chin because a gentle touch caught it.  

“When you are ready, Kris.” Damon murmured with a tender voice. “Only when you are ready. I’ll wait, even years, if it’s necessary for you to be comfortable enough to speak about it.”  

Kris startled and sobbed. His heart was hit by an invisible dagger. How could a human soul be so kind? How could two creatures so different like them meet? Damon behaved like a blessed soul from heaven with him, a damned soul transformed into a being of corruption.  

Damon took Kris into his arms and gently stroked his hair. The succubus grabbed his shirt, he was his safety net and he didn’t want to let him go.  

But he had to. His sire called him that evening and he punished him for behaving like a pathetic child with that human. This time he had three lovers, three muscular men. He felt stronger, the energy radiating from them was so delicious and so invigorating that he had to close his eyes because his head was spinning, but they were rough and violent with him. And so went on for seven days.  

Damon saw Kris again a week after their last afternoon together. He appeared in front of his door during a night storm, completely wet and with a tired, distant look in his eyes.  

“Kris, what happened?” He immediately asked.  

“Can-can I come in?” Kris replied, his voice was trembling and his entire figure was shaking. He wrapped his own arms around his body.  

Damon let him in, closing the door behind him, then rushed to get a big towel from the bathroom. He put it around Kris while guiding him to the couch. He sat down next to him.  

“Dear, what happened?” He asked again.  

Kris slowly showed his trembling arm, the interior part of his forearm was filled with small red holes, clearly signs of syringe pricks. His hand was twitching. Damon turned white.   

“Who did this to you?” He pressed, extremely concerned. “You need to go to a hospital, right now, you could have an overd-”  

“I’m fine.” Kris managed to say. “I-I will be. Few hours.”  

Kris moved his arm nearer to his body, but Damon grabbed his wrist with care. “You could die.”  

He shook his head vehemently. “I won’t die. I can’t die. Not like this.”  

“Kris, you are a human being, drugs can kill y-”  

“Stop worrying about me!” he shouted. “I will be fine.” He repeated it like a mantra. If he kept saying these words, they would become true eventually, wouldn’t they?  

He closed his eyes. “P-please, I just need a safe place to stay. You... you are the only person I know here.”   

Damon let him take a shower, a long and hot one. He also lent him some dry clothes and prepared some food for him. Kris ate without saying a word while keeping his eyes low. His hands suffered less spams, the drugs’ effects were dissolving pretty quickly.   

Damon continued observing Kris. The summer storm outside didn’t give any sign of wanting to calm down, in that moment there was a bright lightning and a loud thunder. The thunderbolt lighted up the whole room and Damon noticed a weird shadow around Kris, like he had some sort of wings closed behind his back. He shook his head, he must have been tired to see things that didn’t exist.  

An hour later Kris was sleeping in Damon’s bed, his face was more relaxed. Damon was totally awake on the other side of the bed. He was observing the younger man. He didn’t see anything else weird on him, but he remembered he noticed some weird shadows in some of the pictures he took months ago.   

Damon grabbed his laptop, opened it and searched for those photos. He observed them attentively and he saw something indeed. In some of them the “wings” were barely visible, but they were there. In other pictures he saw weird horns rise from his forehead. In some others there was some sort of tail around Kris.  

They were just shadows or reflections, but those elements were there. Was this possible? Or was it a weird coincidence? Kris didn’t have wings or a tail, or even horns! He turned to look at him while he was sleeping. Should he ask Kris what was that?  

Damon put away his laptop and laid down, turned towards Kris. In the dim light of the room he examined him: he seemed relaxed and peaceful while he was resting, he couldn’t see anything weird on him. Could he really be some supernatural creature? While he kept thinking about this possibility, he slowly drifted off, the tiredness winning on his restless whirl of thoughts. 

#damkris #kris guštin #annies writes #my writing #joker out fanfic #joker out #kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

[hybbart]

Can we know the thought process/inspiration behind jimmy and tango design?? I found it really interesting, with their shape and everything. So I wanna know if you don't mind ofc! :D

Sure!

to start with I specifically went in with the intent to animate them. Because of that I wanted to create a style that was simple and quick to draw, a lot of straight lines and such. So I created my mcyt style specifically for that (it's started to bleed back into my regular style between not animating for the last several months and raau which is more detail oriented, but...)

For that I took inspiration from kim possible, heartcatch precure, gatchaman crowds, pokemon, and other art styles with simplified, long lines, and kept the designs super simple and easy to memorize and copy over and over. I'm a very inconsistent artist so it only goes so far but... you know. I also simplified the facial features with the eyes and nose and such, and decided to use solid filled areas where their design utilized black. (Jimmy's talons and Tango's claws)

For Jimmy I knew I wanted to make him very birb. Not as much as some of the more harpy level monster boy designs grian sometimes gets, but a bit more than just wings and a few feathers around the ears. I took inspiration from gatchaman crowds and oofuri's bird mouth design for his smile to give him a beak. I tried out giving him a beak lip like I've done in some other designs but it just didn't look right and was too small a detail.

I gave him long bird legs with bird feet cause I love me some inhuman leggies and I knew I wanted him to hop and hold up his leg like a bird. A lot of his bird features had how I would animate him in mind (often still and a bit jerky and very expressive with his wings and eyes) I am NOT good with wings so I decided to go super simplified with them, I knew I wanted them to sit like a heart on the avians' backs. I started out also with a super simplified version of the elfish feathered ears I often give avian monster boys, and at first in my first animation I treated them like ear wings but it looked too awkward and unappealing so I decided to just make them elven, but animated.

For his eyes... I know there was a lot of people who said it was this or that colour. I wanted them to be a bit more spooky though, so I made them brown but gave him a blue glow for his avian self, which changed colours in his other iterations. I also made them big and round to be more expressive, cute, and like his very cutesy skin.

Buff Jimmy was popular by then but I 1) hate buff characters and 2) had a hard time picturing Jimmy that way cause he's so cutesy and squeaky around tango and his skin is adorable. Plus, buff didn't seem very birdlike to me. I did give him a bit of that dorito shape and wider shoulders than hips though. Actually I very specifically tought myself how to draw small butts to draw jimmy to give him that twig-legged bird appearance and cartoony and so not to have his design as sexualized as my other art tends to be (this was a deliberate choice across all my MCYT art) I didn't give him facial hair again cause I'm not a fan and struggle to draw it, I wanted the ranchers to be well within my comfort zone for easy animation.

I wanted to give him and scott- who have very similar and simple outfits - more distinction from each other, so I decided to make his denim and gave him a collar that was like feathers. I also made the choice to give him a very low waist line in his clothing to make him look longer, and because I just like that look. I made his jeans skinny jeans that faded into his talons because it just worked better, emphasized leggies and looked better. I made the choice to give him visible stitching to make it look a bit more like denim too.

Overall the goal was to get that top-heavy but clearly light enough for it to not matter look that a lot of birds have. Also I gave him a stray hair to make his hair look a bit unkempt and feathery. It's stylish but no kept well. I also wanted to give him freckles but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep them consistent enough without limiting myself in a way I didn't like.

I made him slightly taller than Tango, cause I love tall Jimmy and short Jimmy equally and decided on opposite ends of average, but that gaps been growing since tbh.

For Tango... He had a few major inspirations. Cats (lions specifically), fire, and Dr Drakken. I wanted him to look very mad scientist but like, also Creature. The main goal was that he should look ready to crawl up a wall on all fours at any given moment, and have an extra cartoony silhouette. He should look like he's probably made of playdough, and his actual build should be ambiguous.

The pants and sleeves I made puffy inspired by the likes of Magi and Dr. Drakken but sleeker cause the material is thicker and i wanted it to flow into the boots (my first drawing i have clear separation between boots/gloves and coveralls, but i ditched that in the very first frame of animations lol)

I tried really hard to balance out the fire cat features without making him look like a demon. I'm not sure how well I succeeded. If I'm honest the sharp teeth were very much self-indulgence. His tail I made a literal line because anything else looked too thick and I'm terrible at drawing thin tails, and this would be easier for animation. The hair I wanted to look styled but also maybe possible fire but you cant tell quite? I wanted to take advantage of them being cartoons for effect with this art style.

His vest I'm honestly still not sure if it's leather or denim. I just knew I wanted something thick and insulated-looking. I wanted his clothign to be somewhere between engineer and punkish. You know he listens to his music too loud while working on some machine only he understands. And the kerchief was a decision made via a comity of my friends after trying out a few collar styles. His eyes I wanted almost shaped and smaller than jimmy's just like his skin, but still very expressive.

I also gave him a rougher appearance with the wild hair and eyebrows to give him... mmm... ugly isn't the right word, cause he's not. Jimmy is intentionally pretty, while Tango's kinda... feral, unkempt, a tad scary but in a silly way, a bit more goblinoid. Not conventionally attractive, I guess, but that's incredibly vague. I imagine his appearance being described in its movement first and foremost. If any of that makes sense...

But yeah most of his design is defined by sharpness and fluidity. He is liquid but like... a liquid made of knives. I try to make sure his face is a little shorter and sharper-chinned than Jimmy's. I wanted him to have very bombastic movements like he is living motion blur but very pointed. His movements probably come off a bit more masculine than Jimmy's in general, but that's not really something I intended so much as turned out to be an unforseen side-effect of my other design choices.

And, um, well that's it without getting into things I decided later on and other versions of them. the general concept is they're both very animated and cartoony but if very different ways, and take after birds and cats quite a bit. Sorry, this turned out to be A Lot. I really did spend a lot of time thinking about their designs while making them, since I knew I'd be drawing them over and over for animations.

#ask #notes

[noxsoulmate]

WIP Wednesday

Hey, my friends, guess who's back 😊 first of all, I would love to thank all of you who kept tagging me even though I was absent, especially @carlos-in-glasses, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, and @bonheur-cafe - it means the world to me 😘

As you can see, I'm finally back to working on my Tarlos Titanic AU 🥰 and to start us off, I decided to show you their first meeting (kinda... it's not the whole scene...)

Since I'm still struggling with my decision on tenses I'm handing you this scene in both versions. Below the cut, you'll find the same scene in past tense and also a little poll. It would mean a lot to me if you could please take the time to see which version you prefer and let me know 💖

But now, without further ado, let's dive back into 1912 and a little pub in the shadier parts of Southampton...

Version 1: Present Tense

TK wants to stay in this place forever because it gives him a sort of calm, a sense of freedom that he has rarely felt in his life. 

And there’s also Carlos Reyes.

Seeing the man walk in their direction, it’s as if a Greek god himself stepped out of an old painting, and TK hasn’t been able to truly breathe. Hearing his voice for the first time sends shivers down his spine and only twenty-seven years of strict etiquette lessons are to thank for not embarrassing himself at that moment.

When their gazes meet, TK’s sure that time stands still for just a little while and he only hopes he isn’t imagining the man’s gaze lingering on him for a little longer.

He’s hardly able to follow the brief exchange between Carlos and Judd, but he is jolted back to life when they shake hands. Carlos’ hand is warm and while it is certainly roughened from whatever work he does, it still feels soft in its own way. 

And maybe TK is imagining that hand on his body while he’s caught in brown eyes and a beautiful smile.

When they settle down, TK feels Carlos’ shoulder press against his side, heavily aware of every movement the man makes. It has the little hairs on his arm stand up, and he’s just barely able to suppress shivering in pleasure at the warmth radiating through his body.

He truly tries to concentrate on the conversation around the table, but… well, there is a very distracting presence right next to him. The reason, basically, why they snuck out and came here. And now it’s sitting right next to TK, so who can blame him when Grace, Judd, Wyatt, when the music and the chatter all around them soon become background noise. His mind focuses on the way Carlos is basically attached to him, their sides pressed against each other, from their legs right up to their arms.

When he moves his head, he sees the man’s profile, sees the way those warm eyes rest on their group – but a moment later, they are on him, and his breath catches in his throat. Still, he manages a smile that he hopes looks less nervous than he is and far more flirty. Carlos’ brown eyes are captivating, and damn, TK has to turn away again, or else he might do something rather stupid.

Trying hard to concentrate back on Grace and Judd – who are currently laughing about something that TK completely missed – he isn’t prepared for the feeling when Carlos’ body moves, leaning closer into him.

”Would you care to dance?” 

The question is whispered into his ear, Carlos’ lips even closer than he anticipated, and this time, he is unable to stop the pleasant shiver it sends down his spine. He turns just enough to catch his gaze again and if Carlos hadn’t moved, TK knows their lips might have very well touched. 

“I would love to,” he tells him truthfully. 

Version 2: Past Tense

TK wanted to stay in this place forever because it gave him a sort of calm, a sense of freedom that he had rarely felt in his life. 

And there was also Carlos Reyes.

Seeing the man walk in their direction, it was as if a Greek god himself had stepped out of an old painting, and TK hadn’t been able to truly breathe. Hearing his voice for the first time sent shivers down his spine and only twenty-seven years of strict etiquette lessons were to thank for not embarrassing himself at that moment.

When their gazes met, TK was sure that time stood still for just a little while and he only hoped he wasn’t imagining the man’s gaze lingering on him for a little longer.

He was hardly able to follow the brief exchange between Carlos and Judd, but he was jolted back to life when they shook hands. Carlos’ hand was warm and while it was certainly roughened from whatever work he did, it still felt soft in its own way. 

And maybe TK was imagining that hand on his body while he was caught in brown eyes and a beautiful smile.

When they settled down, TK felt Carlos’ shoulder press against his side, heavily aware of every movement the man made. It had the little hairs on his arm stand up, and he was just barely able to suppress shivering in pleasure at the warmth radiating through his body.

He truly tried to concentrate on the conversation around the table, but… well, there was a very distracting presence right next to him. The reason, basically, why they’d snuck out and come here. And now it was sitting right next to TK, so who could blame him when Grace, Judd, Wyatt, when the music and the chatter all around them soon became background noise. His mind focused on the way Carlos was basically attached to him, their sides pressed against each other, from their legs right up to their arms.

When he moved his head, he saw the man’s profile, saw the way those warm eyes rested on their group – but a moment later, they were on him, and his breath caught in his throat. Still, he managed a smile that he hoped looked less nervous than he was and far more flirty. Carlos’ brown eyes were captivating, and damn, TK had to turn away again, or else he might do something rather stupid.

Trying hard to concentrate back on Grace and Judd – who were currently laughing about something that TK had completely missed – he wasn’t prepared for the feeling when Carlos’ body moved, leaning closer into him.

”Would you care to dance?” 

The question was whispered into his ear, Carlos’ lips even closer than he had anticipated, and this time, he was unable to stop the pleasant shiver it sent down his spine. He turned just enough to catch his gaze again and if Carlos hadn’t moved, TK knew their lips might have very well touched. 

“I would love to,” he told him truthfully. 

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[felicitysmoaksx]

Hi everyone! This is by no means my favorite chapter, but it has some of my favorite moments in the story and I'm curious to see which ones yours are and the ones you think mine are. But this chapter is very grief heavy so take care of yourselves and I hope you enjoy it. Also fun fact: we start this chapter where I initially started the story but then changed it. Song recs for this chapter: See You Again (Acoustic) by Tyler Ward, Hold On by Chord Overstreet, Forever Winter by Taylor Swift, and The Good Ones by Gabby Barrett

Rating: Mature

Summary: Her eyes squeezed shut before she dropped her head. Borrowed time. It was meant to be her…It was meant to be-

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: implied/references a canonical character death and in depth survivors’ guilt  

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The creamy beige walls with green accents, with picture frames lining those walls and warm wooden floors, were not what Connor was expecting when he stepped foot in Hank Voight’s two-story townhouse, after the funeral. Truthfully he didn’t know what he was expecting but the cozy-looking house, wasn’t it.

They were the first ones there after the service and Sarah had used her key to let them in.

“Camille, Hank’s wife, decorated the house, and he didn’t have the heart to change it after she lost her battle with cancer,” Sarah informed him when she caught him looking around. Like it had been since she was discharged from the hospital and in the days leading up to Justin Voight’s funeral. Sarah’s voice was quiet and tinged with sadness.  

Connor let his eyes wander around the room once more and now his lover had said something, he could the feminine touches around the parts of the house that he could see from the entryway.

“It’s nice,” he said quietly, keeping his voice just as quiet as hers, as his hand, that wasn’t already holding hers, picked up a picture frame. A much younger version of the brunette beside him stared back up at him. Sarah couldn’t have been more than sixteen in the picture. She stood smiling, along with Hank, Justin Voight, Erin Lindsay, and a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes, he didn’t recognize stared back at him. Their smiles were bright.

“Camille?” He asked, nodding a little at the picture though he was fairly certain. Sarah nodded, nuzzling his shoulder a little as she leaned against it. She probably didn’t realize what she was doing, but Connor wrapped an arm around her waist. It wasn’t often that Sarah clung to him, but she was right now and Connor was willing to give his affection to her in spades.

“That was taken the day of mine and Justin’s high school graduation. Camille’s chemo had started to affect her with nausea and hair loss about a month before. She had even started to lose weight, but you wouldn’t have known it with the way she acted. It was like she was superwoman.” She explained and it was clear from her tone of voice, she held a fondness for the woman. 

“You miss her.” It wasn’t a question. But his lover still nodded as she explained, “I owe a lot to her and Hank. But I think the most I owe to Camille is making sure I at least finished high school. She’s probably the reason I’m standing here next to you right now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Camille taught middle school. So education was pretty important to her and to put it lightly my grades were less than stellar. But it wasn’t because I didn’t get it. I just didn’t care.” It was hard to imagine the brunette beside him as a delinquent as she was alluding to. He always thought of Sarah as a brainiac and a perfectionist.

She huffed a ghost of a laugh, “I still remember the speech she gave me. 'I know the system and the world have failed you. You got into a situation that you didn’t put yourself in and you’re angry. And I’m not denying that you have a right to be angry. But Sarah, you’re smart. So smart. Don’t think I don’t see you helping Justin with his homework sometimes. So I don’t understand why a girl who is as smart as you, thinks it’s okay to fail yourself by not even trying to finish high school.'”

“Did it work?” 

“To an extent. At least in middle school. I put in just enough effort to pass. It wasn’t till I entered high school that my teachers noticed I wasn’t trying because I was bored. I wasn’t being challenged enough, so a month into the school year I took a lot of tests. Turns out I was testing out of subjects to see where I could be placed at.” 

Another barely there chuckle, “I tested out of the ninth and tenth grade. I was fourteen and a junior in high school.”

Connor couldn’t hide his wince. He remembered being fourteen and really couldn’t imagine being in junior year at that age. Fourteen and freshman year was bad enough. A watery chuckle fell from her lips, “Yeah, I had it easier than most though. Hank and Camille pulled me out of the private school they had Erin and me in when we came to live with them and put me in the public high school Justin was at. He and Tucker looked out for me. I had one of them most of the time. And if I didn’t have them, there was usually a guy Justin was friendly with.”

Silence fell as he placed the picture back on the table. Then Sarah spoke quietly, “She wasn’t my mother and I know that. But when I picture my mother, she’s who comes to mind. With my father, it’s different. Hank has been my dad for sixteen years now. But I still remember how my father looked. How he smelled and what he sounded like. At least a little. But my mom, my actual mother, I only have a blurry outline of her. I can’t even remember her face. Let alone what she smelled like or sounded like and Bunny, well was Bunny. We’ll just leave it at that. But Camille always smelled like flowers and lemon pledge because of her dust allergy. And in the mornings, when getting three kids up and moving for school, she sounded like a drill sergeant. But when you were sad or upset, she was the most soothing voice. The hypnotic kind you could fall asleep to.”

The brunette shook her head, “That must sound so weird.”

A wistful vulnerability had entered her voice now. So Connor pressed his lips to her forehead gently as he played with a loose curl to get her attention. Brown eyes peered back up at him from where her head rested against his shoulder. 

“It doesn’t sound weird, baby. Hank and Camille raised you. Helped make you the person you are today. It makes sense that they’re who you picture as your parents.”

“Thank you,” he felt Sarah sag just a little into him and Connor took her weight easily, and wrapped an arm around her waist. “And thank you for being here today too. It means a lot to me.”

“You don’t need to thank me. You know I’m here for you.” He told her softly. Then it was over as his lover pulled away from him, rubbing tears away from her face while she made her way to the kitchen. Connor bit back a sigh. He wanted her to lean on him. He wanted to be there for her, but for all his wanting, when she did lean on him; Sarah pulled away just as quick.

Like the brunette was afraid of something. But Connor couldn’t figure out what that was yet. Though he had a nagging feeling that it had something to do with her comment about being an “extended booty call.”

The conversation about their relationship hadn’t happened yet. Though he promised his sister, he couldn’t talk to Sarah about their relationship right now. It wasn’t the right time. There was just too much going on right now and she was too vulnerable. But it was just a formality to Connor anyway. It could wait; it had for six months. Conversation or not, he was hers. Now he was just trying to ease her into it.

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A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Sarah came out of the kitchen, raising her eyebrows back at Connor who looked confused as well. It was too early for anyone from the service to show up yet. According to Erin’s text, there was a bad wreck on Roosevelt holding everyone up. (Sarah and Connor had come the back way to the house so they had missed it.)

“Do you want me to get it?” Connor offered and the brunette shook her head. He had been great before the service, talking with everyone when she didn’t have the energy to socialize. And her lover had even let her hide in his embrace when the service was too much for her. But she couldn’t keep using him as a crutch. She knew she couldn’t; it wasn’t right. She made her way to the door.

“Maggie,” Sarah said slowly before her eyes widened as she took in everyone else who stood behind the charge nurse. Will, Natalie, April, Ethan, Ava, and Monique stood there. 

“Are we late? Sorry, Reese, we wanted to come to the service too but we couldn’t find enough people to cover a whole shift.” Maggie explained, wrapping her in a one-armed hug. In her other hand were two casserole dishes. One was regular-sized, made for serving people and the other was smaller. Made to serve one or two people. Sarah returned it, feeling a little stunned at the sight of everyone there, looking at her with varying degrees of sympathetic smiles. Ms. Goodwin and Dr. Charles and his ex-wife had showed up to the service, but Sarah figured it was a respect thing more than anything. She wasn’t expecting anyone else from the hospital with the exception of Connor to show up. (Despite her many claims that he didn’t have to come with her.)

“And the service felt more like a family thing and we didn’t want to intrude.” Natalie chimed in, taking Maggie’s place when the charge nurse released her. “How’re you holding up Sarah?” 

“Plus we got lost. Whenever Jay talked, he made it sound like Voight lived in Pilsen. Not North Lawndale.” Will was next to hug her, squeezing her in a big bear hug.

“The GPS always gets it wrong anyway,” Sarah answered feeling a little like she was in a daze at the sight of her coworkers and friends. Choi wrapped his arms around her next and Sarah hugged him a little tighter than the others simply because he and Justin used the same cologne. The clean spearmint smell brought tears to her eyes and she had to blink back.  

She couldn’t cry. Not here. Not with everyone staring at her with everyone looking at her with varying degrees of pity. 

“But Sarah, something awful happened to you. It’s okay to cry.” Justin’s ghost told her sadly. Her tears pricked her eyes and threatened to fall again. She jerked herself out of Ethan’s arms as if she was burned. Thankfully no one noticed or they were too nice to mention it. April came next, whispering how she was sorry. Then Monique, who didn’t have anything to say, but squeezed her extra tight. Borrowed time. It was always meant to be her-

“If you want we can check the bandage? See how it’s healing?” Ava asked, when Sarah pulled away from her. She had been the last to hug her. Thankful for the interruption to her guilt-consuming thoughts, the brunette shrugged and grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen before she led her to the upstairs bathroom in case someone else showed up. 

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“We expected Sarah to not be herself but I didn’t think we expected her to be so…” Natalie trailed off sadly, looking around at their friends for help. 

“Lifeless?” Choi inputted softly and she nodded. Feeling a wave of protectiveness hit him, Connor opened his mouth to remind them that of course, Sarah was

going to be in a daze. Her brother had died. But Maggie and Will beat him to it. 

“Nat, you were more or less the same way after Jeff died.” The charge nurse reminded Natalie, coming back from the kitchen. Maggie hadn’t said this in an unkind tone.  Merely a gentle reminder, but the other brunette woman blushed and looked at her hands. 

Their red-headed friend nodded in agreement as he told them, “And to be honest, it makes sense for her to be like this. There are entire weeks that I don’t remember when my mom and dad both passed. Let alone their actual services. Sarah will probably be on autopilot for a while. The best thing we can probably do for her is to be there and not treat her differently.”

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“It looks okay. Rhodes is doing a good job.” Ava said, inspecting the bullet wound. Then meeting Sarah’s eye she smirked weakly. “You have no idea how much I hate admitting that.” 

For her efforts at normalcy, the curly-haired brunette gave her friend a weak smile. Ava placed a piece of gauze on the hole and secured it with some surgical tape as she spoke in a quiet voice, “Though I wish you stayed in the hospital a little bit longer.”

A tear rolled down Sarah’s cheek. Her voice was broken and her face screwed up with a sob. “And I told you that wasn’t an option.”

“I know. And even though I  don’t like it. I can understand why that wasn’t an option. I can’t imagine how hard today is for you.”

There were those tears again that threatened to fall. She tried to push them back but once the traderious tears fell. They didn’t stop and Sarah sobbed, “It feels like I’m in a daze. Like everything is just a bad dream but I can’t seem to wake up. No matter how hard I try to pinch myself.”  

She showed her friend the welt that was starting to form on her wrist from where she had been pinching all day.

“Oh Reese,” Ava sank to her knees in front of her brunette friend as the other woman crumbled. Sarah buried her face into her hands. “And when I can’t wake up, I just start crying…”

Another broken sob as Sarah felt her body start to shake. “I.  Hate. crying, Ava. It feels like the last few days, all I’ve done is cry. I should be all dried up by now. I shouldn’t have any tears left.”

“You faced something terrible. Something no one should have to go through and you lost someone important to you.” The blonde told her with a slight frown, bringing her into a tight hug. “You are allowed to cry, to grieve. To be hurt and angry that this happened. Don’t deny yourself that.”

Was it ironic that Justin’s ghost who seemed to follow her had said the same thing to her earlier? 

Sarah felt herself start to crumble in Ava’s arms. Sobs wracked her body and that familiar stiff ache of a migraine emerging. With a sigh, she pulled away and scrubbed roughly at her face. 

“Sarah,” the blonde said, but Sarah was already shaking her head as she pushed herself to her feet. “Other people are going to be here soon. I can’t-”

She couldn’t cry in front of them. She didn’t feel like she could because who was she? What right did she have to cry when in reality, as much as they acted like it, she wasn’t Justin’s sister. She wasn’t Hank’s daughter. She was the girl no one wanted. Her own parents had left her. Had left her with Bunny, who had no problem telling her she was just another mouth to feed. Another burden that no one wanted. (“But you are my sister, Sarah. Just like you’re Dad’s kid too. Just like Erin and Teddy.” The ghost seemed to whisper.)

“Sarah,” Ava said again, but Sarah shook her head again, already headed for the door. It was meant to be her. Not Justin.

“Thank you. For changing my bandage.” The curly-haired brunette said before she walked out of the door without another word.

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“I appreciate you all coming but you really didn’t have to.” Sarah said, making her way back down the steps. By the way, everyone seemed to stop talking, she knew they had been talking about her.

“You didn’t have to come to my Dad’s memorial but you did. And you stopped Jay from kicking Timmy Oaks ass.” Will said as he grinned at her, nudging her with his shoulder. 

“That’s because Erin was sick and at the rate Jay was going, she was worried he was going to kick someone's ass.” 

“And you didn’t have to help me put together furniture pieces for my apartment but you did,” Ava said, making her way down the steps. She stopped behind her and Sarah turned.

“I bribed Jay, Adam, and Kevin with pizza and beer to put together your furniture. Then I helped you read the directions.”

“And you didn’t have to take me to the 21st and wait with me when my place was broken into a few months ago. But you did.” Monique added. 

“I knew they would send you to the 13th. And I also knew Alder who runs the B&E unit. He graduated with Erin’s class at the academy. He’s misogynistic and thinks the only thing a female cop is good for is being a figurehead. He wouldn’t have taken you seriously. At least with Ruz and Kev, I knew you’d be in good hands.”

“And you didn’t have to come to my Uncle Paul’s funeral and listen to my Grandma’s ramble on about knitting. But you did. She also made a casserole by the way. She also made a smaller vegetarian one for you. I put them on the counter.” Maggie told her. 

“She didn’t have to do that.” This time Sarah didn’t have a way to contradict the charge nurse. So she just shook her head. Because everything everyone had just said, although true, was different. That was them. Not her.

"She wanted to Reese," Maggie told her.

“You’re just as important to us as we are to you, Sarah,” Choi told her. His usual intense demeanor seemed to be toned down a few notches. April nodded. 

“Friends show up for each other and you’ve shown up for us when we've needed it. Now let us do the same.”

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Thirty minutes to an hour later, more people started to show up and the brunette learned just how small the world actually was when Autumn looked at Natalie from where she was pressing herself into Sarah’s leg with a large grin and said, “Hi Owen’s mom!”

 Autumn and Owen had gone to the same daycare while the hospital’s in-house one was being renovated. Natalie told her, waving to the little girl. 

“And,” Natalie added, “I had been room mom a few times. Is Autumn yours? I’ve only seen Tucker pick her up. But wait, she would’ve had to be born around the time Owen was because they’re about the same age…”

Sarah shook her head as the little girl left her side to chase after Travis, who was trying to convince Annie to let him have another soda. “No, Tucker and I go way back, and don’t get me wrong he’s great. But we don’t go back like that.  He was Justin’s best friend and we went to school together. After his wife, Leah passed because of complications with the birth, everyone around Tucker stepped up to help out with Autumn.”

“I only asked because she seems pretty attached to you in particular,” Nat remarked gently. It was true. Since arriving with her father, and despite Sarah’s place by Connor’s, the small girl had attached herself to Sarah’s side (like she usually did) until a few minutes ago. 

“Well,” the curly-haired brunette shrugged at the other woman, “It takes a village right?” 

“It does,” Natalie agreed, and though she could tell there was more to the story, she let Sarah go back to her place by Connor’s side on the couch.

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“You’re not the guy I pictured for my little sister.” Erin took Sarah’s spot beside him on the couch, after Hank had pulled his lover into the kitchen to eat a plate of food he made for her. Connor took a swig of his beer, an eyebrow raised at the police detective. 

“I’m hoping there’s a ‘but’ coming here?”  

“I thought you were too overconfident. A little too full of himself because he was good at what he did and he knew it. It makes for a big ego in people and I thought you were too full of yourself to be what my sister needed in a partner.” She continued and when his frown deepened, Erin smiled softly in return, “But then I watched you look at my sister like she was the moon and the stars in your universe. I watched you sit by her side for hours upon hours while she was sedated. And when she was discharged and we were fighting about her staying by herself, you stepped in and offered up yourself and your apartment to try and make everyone happy. And you came with her today, to a funeral service of a person you didn't. Not many people would do that.”

Connor shrugged, looking away when Erin’s eyes bore into his. It was only then that the woman said, “A lot of guys would’ve cut and run by now.”

“It’s not in my nature.” It wasn’t. Maybe it was the trauma of losing his mom like he had. A subconscious pull that he wasn’t always aware of. If his father had reached his hand out to his mother more, and helped her deal with her bad days and her mental illnesses in general, she might still be here. Maybe that’s why Connor didn't, as Erin put it, ‘cut and run.’ Instead, he found himself doubling down when things got hard. “I don’t scare easily.”

He returned Erin’s look finally and she gave him another smile. “Clearly, you don’t and to be clear, this isn’t me saying I like or approve of you yet…”

“But?”

“But you love my sister. There is no denying that. Anyone who’s paying attention can see that and that is a good first step.” Connor shifted in his seat. He wasn’t denying her statement and you could definitely call him old fashioned in this regard but he hadn’t even uttered those words to Sarah yet. If he was going to tell anyone he loved the brunette beauty, it was going to be him telling her first.

So instead he said, “She’s not ready to hear that yet.” 

“She will be though.” Erin told him with a sad smile, “We’re all just a little fragile right now.”

#one chicago #chicago med #chicago pd #rheese #one chicago fanfiction #chicago med fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #sarah reese #connor rhodes #hank voight #erin lindsay #my writing

[littlesistersti]

TF Armada Alexis’s Full Name

Full disclaimer out of the way, I’ve never watched Armada. I plan to though. Also, pull up a chair. This is another long one.

Some of you know her. Some of you know a specific version of her. Whether it’s Alexis/Alexa from the anime, Alexis Garner from @itsthelass​ ‘s fic, Faeformers, your own, etc. During the time of the show’s run, she wasn’t given an official last name until this Almanac came out. 2010 vs. 2002 difference. Her full name is Alexis Thi Dang, confirming she’s Vietnamese. We don’t know she is full Vietnamese or half Vietnamese or what. Her design isn’t helpful. 

I’ll accept Vietnamese American girls with brown hair. That were a few of my classmates in elementary school and almost every auntie I see. (Years are VERY off, but you get the point.) Good times. I don’t understand her green eyes though. Green eyes are less common than blue eyes, but genetics tend not to apply in anime/cartoons. (See Marinette’s blue eyes from the Miraculous Ladybug show. Also the fact, how Japanese characters look in anime compared to non-Japanese characters or real life Japanese people) I don’t know what eye colors her parents have, but if the green is natural, she must be at least a quarter Vietnamese. I think? I’m not doing math right now. Unless it’s a genetic mutation, but I don’t know how to tackle that. Yes, I know it’s possible for Vietnamese girls to have blue eyes. However, Google gave me one result of a Vietnamese girl with natural blue eyes, but she is one of the mountain people (ethnic minority). I should know the word for them, but I took Viet 1 some four years ago and forgotten. Other than that, all I have as evidence is this one girl I saw at my high school who has striking blue eyes and can never tell if it’s natural or not. I should’ve asked her, but her fluency and mien bac accent scared me. 

I’m suspecting her green eyes are contact lenses, with prescription or not. It could be a headcanon for a fic. Do what you like with it. I edited some pictures of her with different colors below. Just to see how it’ll turn out. 

You might be wondering why I’m even starting this discussion in the first place. “She’s from an old anime, don’t make a fuss.” “It’s just the color choice of the designers, whatever.” Yeah, but you know how excited I was when I read her last name? The fact I got a smidge of representation, even if it’s more Word of God than canon? The only other Asian humans we got are Sari Sumdac (kinda? Techno-organic?), Isaac Sumdac, and Miko Nakadai. There might be more I’m missing; feel free to let me know. 

So where I going with all this nonsense? I want Alexis to showcase more of her Vietnamese culture. 

Yeah, I know. Awful of me. Again, I’m giddy she’s Vietnamese. I know it’s impossible to show any of the Vietnamese stuff since the anime’s long over and almost nobody knows she’s Vietnamese. All I’m asking is a fanfic where it’s shown. It can be small or big. You know what, draw her in an ao dai or something. Have her eat banh cuon. I guess I should write my own things too. “If you can’t find it, make it yourself” sort of feelings. 

Edited on PicsArt using only the Adjust tool. 

Black hair only

Black hair with brown eyes

Brown eyes only.

Black hair and brown eyes. Tried to give her black hair that blue effect comic books tend to have. 

#transformers #tf armada #transformers armada #transformers alexis #transformers alexa #alexis thi dang #genetics in cartoons #cartoon genetics #this was in my drafts #edited on picsart #sti speaks #my stuff #my things #just for fun #littlesistersti #Korean dub named her Jenna Alexandra and lemme tell you about the name Jenny #tfwiki discussions mentioned how “thi” should be removed since article titles don’t include middle names but someone replied that Thi is not #you can read it online Thi is a very common middle name for girls

[memoirsofasim]

Sims Tag

I was tagged by @theageofsims thank you! 🤗🌷

What’s your favourite sims death? I don’t really have a favorite but if we are going to be morbidly humorous then electrocution or laughing. Majority of my sims die from old age which is on occasion forced by me due to wanting to speed up to the next generation or reducing my games sim count.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? The only cc I use is a default skin, lips, eyes and cheek blush. I used to use eyelashes but then they stopped working with one of the recent patches and I was like, meh, no biggy and then I never bothered to figure out why and just accepted my very vanilla sims. 💗 To be honest I cannot be bothered with all that stuff with TS4. I went banana’s on it with TS3 so I guess I’ve had my day with cc.

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? No. I’ll get them to workout for a bit but I don’t obsess over it.

Do you use move objects? Yes

Favorite mod? MCCC

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? Get To Work

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? As LIVe mode.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Some of my favorite sims were probably from my TS3 sims story that I wrote on Blogger years ago. I gave them very detailed and individual personalities and I got quite attached to them. I tried recreating them in TS4 but they just never felt quite the same. 

Have you made a simself? Yes and it was a very false representation of myself so I never did again. 😆

What sim traits do you give yourself? Perfectionist, which is inaccurate - I’m not looking for perfectionism, just for things to be organised. Active and I think the other one was Loves Outdoors but then I changed it to Loner.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? Probably brown because in RL I’ve always loved brown hair.

Favorite EA hair? I like a lot of the Updo hairstyles.

Favorite life stage? Infants and elders. What more can I say about infants but I am obsessed with them at them moment. Their cuteness out weighs their neediness. Elders I have always loved, even back in TS3 days. They are cute and funny and quirky, and I find their grumpiness amusing.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I enjoy both and when I get bored of one I switch to the other. Building for me comes in waves. Sometimes I get this huge burst of inspiration and other times I have nothing. Gameplay is a bit easier I feel that I don’t need to be too inspired as there are always things to check off with inspirations, or life milestones for a sim and keep me inspired to keep playing. I’m a check off the list kind of person.

Are you a CC creator? No

Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I think of the fellow simmers I interact on here with as my online friends/mutuals. 💗

What’s your favorite game? I’ve loved all of them and appreciate each version of the game for what was/is at the time it was released.

Do you have any sims merch? Yes. I used to purchase the game magazines at the newsagent. I’ve kept them and have all versions except for Sims 1. I also have Sims 3 guide books and I also once purchased a mobile phone holder once but I think I threw that out years ago.

Do you have a YouTube for sims? No

How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? I don’t think I really have a so called sim style. In terms of playing the game I think as the different game versions came out I adapted and changed with them. Sims 1 & 2 I just played randomly and played around with building. Sims 3 I began a story which I then wrote for 10 years on blogger. I also really got into building but didn’t really consider myself a good enough builder. Sims 4 I struggled with at first because it was such a big change from Sims 3 but I feel pretty comfortable with where I am in my gameplay and how I post about my gameplay now. 

What’s your Origin ID? simmemoirs

Who’s your favorite CC creator? For my default skins I like luumia, for lips simsontherope, for blush squeamishsims.

How long have you had a simblr? Since December 2011. 

How do you edit your pictures? In Photoshop. I use an action from another simmer but for the life of me I cannot find who or where I got it from. It’s called Gohliad Subtle and it resizes, adjusts levels, brightens etc. 

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? None. To be honest, my game is so full of packs and kits (not all kits) that I’m quite content with what I have already. I think I might be done in downloading & paying for extra stuff from EA. Though if we get a horses pack, as per the rumors, then I’ll probably eat my own words and buy it. But not for the horses 👎, for the new world! 😀

What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? There are two, Seasons and Growing together. Both of these have been a massive gamechanger for me. I love seasons in my game and the infants, well they have my heart!

Tagging: @payte @furasims @serenasims @cantseemtohide @aleksa-sims @happylifesims @simmer-rhi @breakfastwithbeb @natolesims @turtleshellsims @babblingstacey @whatawhim @koomeba No pressure and apologies if you have already done this. It’s not been a great week for me and I forget which simblrs I’ve visited/read this week. 

#Sims Tag Game #Tag Game #Personal

[gamequeenanya]

Security Breach: The Collab Fic! - Violet’s Version (Part 1)

Summary: A girl named Pocket has a birthday today. The animatronics in the Pizzaplex help her celebrate, along with a slew of other friends! But what happens when the Moon gets tickled? Chaos, naturally!

(Note: Since Pocket cancelled this fic, I offered to write it instead, and she gave me permission! This fanfic is the one with YOUR OCs in it! All OCs belong to their respective owners. Enjoy!)

…

It was a busy day in the Pizzaplex. There were so many customers that they had to close the pizza stand early because they ran out of dough. But it was also a special day in the Pizzaplex because it was the One Year Grand Opening!

There was one girl working in the Pizzaplex as a writer for many stories that would be told about the animatronics here. Her name was Pocket. She had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and was about average height. She was really cute, and she loved her job as a writer. However it was difficult finding her passion again. You see, she had trouble saying "no" to people and the story requests kept piling up. So she felt trapped trying to write things to please other people instead of focusing on the things that made her happy.

One day she passed by the Daycare in front of the slide, and she met someone. It was her friend, Glamrock Freddy.

"Hello Pocket!" He said enthusiastically. Then he noticed the look on her face. "Oh. What's wrong, Superstar?"

She sighed. "Hey Freddy. It's all this work I have to do..."

Freddy offered a hug. "There there; it's okay. We'll find a way to help you, Superstar."

She nodded, hugging Freddy. "Thank you..."

Some loud laughter was heard from the daycare. Curiously, Freddy went over to check it out. Pocket followed him. When they were at the fun slide, she went first. Sliding down the slide and feeling a rush of excitement as she went fast. It was like being a kid again.

Glamrock Freddy called out to see if she was alright. She called back.

“I’m fine!”

Swimming through the pit, she found the source of the noise. It was the Daycare Attendant Sun laughing as many people tickled him. Among them were Nova: a purple haired cat girl, Insanity: a pale ginger, Rando: a punk goth with half his head shaved, Rain: someone with blue eyes and long hair, Travis: someone with vitiligo and an all-black outfit, Aenz: someone with pink hair and pink/white clothes, Ash: someone with black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin, Bee: someone with dark hair and skin, who wore a yellow shirt and black and yellow Pikachu ears, Mizuki: a girl with purple hair, green eyes, and a purple outfit.

And while some people tickled him, others preferred to watch. Some of them giggling while doing so. The people watching were Smileheart: a redhead with pink skin, A: a guy with black ripped skinny jean overalls, and Joker: a tall man with brown hair, black eyes, and a caramel skin tone.

“OHOHOHOHOOOOHOOO GOOHOOHOOOHOOODNESS!!” He shrieked. There must have been about ten people there, poking his sides, back, belly, and upper torso. “STAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHP! PLEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEEHEASE!”

Pocket giggled. Just another day at the Pizzaplex. “Hey guys!” She called out, waving to them.

“Oh, hey Pocket!” They all said, waving back.

Seeing as they were busy waving to their friend, Sun took this opportunity to get them back, skittering his fingers along their sides.

They shrieked loudly, all running in circles to try and either get away or form a counter strike. Some of them got far enough to escape Sun’s amazing tickles. Most weren’t so lucky.

“A tickly Sun is on the loose!” Mizuki cried, and ran to the light switch. She turned the lights off. “Bye bye!”

Everyone gasped, a sinking feeling going through them at realizing what happened.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooo!” Sun shrieked. “What have you done?!” He fell to the ground and struggled, weakened by the dark.

“Sun…?” Mizuki said. “Are you okay?”

Suddenly, Sun sprang to his feet. But he wasn’t Sun anymore.

“Ohooooohooooooo!” Moon said. “Big mistake…!”

He wiggled his fingers and chased the screaming crowd. Scooping Ash, Smileheart, and Travis into his arms, he tickled their bellies. They scream-laughed, pushing at his fingers, trying to get loose.

Mizuki puffed out her chest. “Not so fast, Mr. Moon! I know your weakness!”

She sneaked around behind him and tickled behind his knees.

“EEEYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!”

He screamed and let go of the captives, hands going to protect his sides.

“Hey, he’s ticklish too!” A cried, and he proceeded to poke and prod Moon’s hypersensitive torso.

“AHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHAAA!”

“Wow, you’re worse than Sun!” Joker teased. That made Moon squeal even harder.

…

Meanwhile, Scott’s hair was drying in the Salon. Glamrock Chica was there now, feeling a little lonely. Being a former security guard at Freddy’s, he was at least 60 now, though his beauty shone through even at this age. He had thick grey hair, was average height, and was slightly underweight.

He used to be the Phone Guy. Now he was an undercover investigator.

He never took his eyes off Chica, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t fair of course, since she’d never done anything to him, but she understood the trauma he must have been through. She moved slowly as she undid his hair curlers.

It was Scott who started the conversation.

“Hey Chica, how’s it going?”

She perked up at him speaking to her. “Oh, I’m fine! Never been better!” She spoke too quickly and grinned a little too wide. Maybe she would have convinced an ordinary person, but Scott could tell when someone was lying.

“Oh. Uh, listen. If there’s something on your mind, I’ll be here to uh, listen.” He said slowly, wanting to be kind.

She finished with his hair and sat in the chair next to him, ready to clear her mind of woes.

…

Roxanne Wolf stomped around the track.

Chica’s words echoed in her head. She’d told Roxy she spent too much time in front of the mirror these days, and they hardly spent time together.

Obviously Chica was being silly! After all, she needed that time in front of the mirror. How else would she convince herself she was beautiful…?!

She tried not to think of something else in their life that would have affected her behaviour. Instead she kept stomping around the track. She didn’t look where she was going and almost ran into someone.

“Hey, careful!!”

The person stopped and looked up at her. It was Shannon, one of Pocket’s best friends.

“Wait, you’re Roxy!” She said. “I love you!”

Roxy was about to send the person away but stopped and grinned.

“Of course you do. I’m the best!” She flipped her green hair to show off. “So, are you interested in learning to race?”

Shannon nodded.

There were a couple of other fans watching as well named Sofia and Nicole. They decided to stay and watch Roxy too.

…

Meanwhile Glamrock Freddy was dealing with something of his own. Pocket was following the crowd’s example and had started to poke Freddy’s upper torso where his ribs would be. And to make things worse, more friends of Pocket’s had shown up! Fluff and Ray were tickling Freddy’s hips and legs.

“Hahahahahaahhahahahaha! Superstar~!” He giggled. And then Nova came up and tickled along his hips. “Hey, wahahahahahaaait!” Freddy cried. “That’s not fair!”

Then Moon, who’d managed to escape the naughty people’s fingers, ran over and scooped up Pocket, Bee, and Rain. He ran through the Pizzaplex, laughing like a gremlin.

“I’ve got the birthday girl! Ahahaahahahaaaahaaa! Your party will be ruined!”

Freddy and the crowd gasped.

“Not so fast! We’ll save her!”

And they chased after Moon, who was giggling as he tickled the current captives. He mostly went for the sides, belly, and neck.

“HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” They squealed.

Moon ran all the way to the Raceway.

Seeing him and the laughing captives, Roxy got an idea. As she finished her safety lesson in the parked car she was showing them, she wiggled her paw pads.

“And when you’re driving, never ever let yourself get distracted.”

Giving Sofia and Nicole some playful pokes, she relished in their squeals. Shannon just preferred to watch, and smiled.

…

Meanwhile, Chica told Scott her woes. She talked about how concerned she was with how distant Roxy was. How she was spending too much time in the mirror and was neglecting their friendship. Scott felt for her and offered some comfort.

She accepted the hug, pulling him in close, and felt him stiffen.

“Oh. Heh!” He tried to make himself calm, assuring himself that Chica was in Safe Mode. It was nice and quiet for a while. He patted her back.

“Yeah, uhh… Is there an animatronic therapist around here?” He wondered. “Cause uh, to me it sounds like Roxy is suffering. Maybe she needs to talk about whatever is troubling her?”

“Maybe…” Chica said, looking away. “I guess I didn’t notice it, I thought she was being selfish. But not too long ago, one of our band mates was in a tragic accident…”

Scott chuckled despite everything. “Yeah. That’ll do it.”

…

There was a small bot in the Pizzaplex as well. All he wanted was to give people maps – as well as scaring people with his little jumpscare. He did the same thing when an unsatisfied customer wanted a refund.

Seeing some people rush by, he offered his map. But Moon was the one carrying them and he ran right past, bumping into Map Bot and making him spin around in circles.

A visitor named Juno noticed poor Map Bot and came over to steady him.

“Hey… Are you okay?”

Map Bot beeped with a nod. He seemed confused by the affection.

Juno checked him over for any damage to his casing, feeling around the area his ribs would be. The bot started to giggle.

Chuckling, Juno continued, checking the belly and spine area. Map Bot laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist. Finally Juno got to his hips. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Please stop!” He said robotically. The visitor obliged, now seeing what was going on. There was a smile on their face.

“Don’t worry, you only have a few scratches on your casing. Your mechanic should have no problem!”

Map Bot sighed in relief.

“Thank you. Moon does not usually barrel past like that.” Reaching into his bag, he then offered a gift. “Now please, take a map! Free map.”

(End of Part 1!)

#fnaf tickling #the collab fic #I hope you all enjoy #fnaf tickles #the fic with your ocs in it #and a special present for Pocket as well! #hope you all love it! #my writing

[coldinpants]

My headcanons about the child of the Coldflash

Part 1/? (English version)

- They didn't take a kid from an orphanage or off the street like a stray puppy (because that's too boring aha). What if instead SPEEDFORCE JUST GIFTED THEM A BABY ABOUT EARLY FIVE YEARS OLD AND WAS LIKE, "RAISE HIM, YOU'RE FATHERS NOW, GOOD LUCK!!!"

- Barry and Len received no further instructions, only a boy who had facial features similar to both of them, but had Len's blue eyes and Barry's unruly brown hair

- The boy was named Michael (yes, I love Prison Break)

- Team Flash and the Rogue agreed that the situation was ridiculous, but they liked Michael so much that they quickly forgot about it and started cooing to him

- Michael was the reason Joe was able to finally accept Barry's relationship with Snart. West even shook Len's hand and gave him some parenting advice

- Iris and Lisa argued over who would be the coolest aunt, but they never got the chance to explain to Michael that he should pick one of them. They eventually resigned themselves to a tie because Michael cried

- Mick taught Michael some bad words so he could stand up to bullies on the street. Barry and Len weren't impressed, but Mick was very proud of his "tough guy" attitude

- Cisco made Michael so many toys that Barry had to have a talk with him about it because there was literally no space left in their house to store them in

- Caitlin is always "treating" Michael's teddy bear when he gets "bear fever"

- Michael loves playing chess with Gideon and affectionately calls her "robo-sister"

- Michael didn't have any superpowers, but he was obviously too smart for his age and knew too much to be human (which is not surprising, since he's basically a demigod)

- Barry and Len decide to raise Michael like a normal kid, despite the fact that his parents are a superhero and a criminal mastermind (and also a divine force calling itself Speedforce)

- Leonard reads Michael a bedtime story and Barry sings lullabies

- Michael cried for a long time when they started teasing him at school for saying his dad was the Flash. Barry was ready to reveal his second identity to the world and Leonard literally wanted to go fight with the kids, but both eventually came to a more logical solution.They moved Michael to another school and explained to him why he needed to keep his dads second lives a secret

- Leonard and Michael often fall asleep on the couch together while watching cartoons. Barry thinks it's so cute, he's already taken a million pictures on his phone

- Barry and Michael often dance together to songs from old musicals and it's Len's time to take pictures

- Michael complains to everyone around him that "his dads kiss too much" and is surprised when he gets laughter and smiles instead of sympathy

- One day Michael asks Barry and Len why they aren't married like the other parents. They end up playing the wedding in the kitchen, using dried fruit instead of wedding rings. A week later, Len buys real rings

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #arrowverse

[grayskyalt]

little writing practice snippet thing

for the au where show Lloyd ends up in another universe where the only major events went up to like season 2 minus misako abandoning loid

read after the more if u want

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Lloyd felt himself instinctively flinch after a gust of wind blew past him. His grip tightened on the Bounty's railings. Out of the corner of his eye, Lloyd could see Kai staring at him.

It wasn't his Kai though. His Kai wouldn't wonder why Lloyd flinched at something like the wind. His Kai wouldve gone over to him just to be near, just so Lloyd knew Kai's presence was there.

This Kai only stared in interest. He was probably pondering that very question.

Lloyd turned around to see that Loid, this world's version of himself, had finally made his way out to the deck. Lloyd felt his stomach twist whenever he saw Loid's golden eyes, golden armor, or that dyed brown hair. It was like seeing a miniature version of his dad. He quickly became nauseous upon the thought of his dad.

"Sooo, what are you two doing?" Asked Loid, his voice chipper and still raspy and higher pitched. Apparently the tea incident never happened in this world either.

"Just catching my breath," Lloyd responded, "we're landing in Ninjago City next, right?" Loid gave a curt nod. Lloyd turned around again to look out into the distance. He wondered if Cyrus Borg was around, or how far technology advanced. He'd heavily questioned them beforehand about Borg Tower, only to be met with the fact such a tower didn't exist in this world. Only a memorial commemorating anyone who lost their lives during the Final Battle.

At least they can call it the Final Battle, Lloyd thought bitterly. For him, the Final Battle only became the first of many battles. For Loid and this world, it stopped there. Nothing more other than minor skirmishes and petty crimes.

The hope was to first find Cyrus Borg or Mystake, whoever could help deduce what brought Lloyd into another dimension in the first place. The ship came to a slow stop.

"Sorry guys!" A voice yelled from up top. "The winds are becoming a bit too wild for it to be safe to cross these mountains. We'll have to fly at a lower altitude and wait it out for a bit" Nya explained, walking down to the deck. Lloyd only now noticed that Jay and Cole were right behind her.

"So while we have to wait, how about we test your skills?" Kai offered, a cocky grin on his face.

"Knock it off Kai" Cole teased, jokingly punching Kai in the arm.

"You don't have to accept!" Kai affirmed, still rubbing the area where Cole punched him.

"I wouldn't mind" Lloyd responded, not letting his expression change. After all, he was rather curious about the Ninjas skill level too. "5 v 1 or 1 v 1?" Lloyd asked, nearly catching himself from saying 6 v 1. Nya hadn't been trained in this world as the water ninja.

"Now what makes you think you can handle 5 v 1?" Loid asked almost cautiously, with curiosity creeping into his voice. "You'll have to see" Lloyd smiled, leaving everyone slightly confused and challenged.

"How about we four go agaisnt him first, then we have the two loids duke it out!" Jay suggested, making a big hand motion when he described the loid fight. Loid and Nya backed up to give the rest of them space. The golden weapons had also been combined into the Mega Weapon before being sent off into space, thought the Overlord had not returned in this world.

Yet, a sadistic thought crept in. Lloyd hadn't gone in depth about his own timeline to the other ninja, maybe out of some selfish desire to see them go through the same suffering he had to.

...

He'd tell them later.

For now, Lloyd readied himself. He didn't power up or grab a sword. Zane gave him an odd look. Lloyd ignored him.

"And begin!"

Lloyd let Kai charge at him first, easily side stepping his advances before catching Jay's nunchucks. Jay was stronger than he thought, so Lloyd flung into a Spinjitzu tornado before throwing Jay onto Cole. A shuriken barely whipped past his face before Zane came and attacked with his other shuriken. Lloyd punched and dodged before getting abruptly kicked from the back and jumped to avoid Cole's scythe swing. Kai and Jay both used Spinjitzu while Cole and Zane kept him distracted.

So their fighting skills aren't all that bad, Lloyd thought to himself. Even though they lacked precise coordination with each other, it was still difficult to keep track of all 4 of them at once. Lloyd finally pulled out a small knife from his belt to block Kai's katana, his knees almost buckling from the amount of weight Kai had put into the swing.

He let go of the dagger and let Kai's sword fall to where Jay's nunchucks were swinging. Zane came at him again with both his shurikens while Cole came up behind him. Lloyd managed to out maneuver them again, but he was already panting. The others seemed much more exhausted than him, so Lloyd stretched his arms and taunted them again with a hand motion.

He really didn't want to use his power, if he needed to, he'd want it to be a surprise. This time Jay came at him with a Spinjitzu tornado, only he was much slower than what Lloyd was used to seeing. He simply moved out of the way and decided to go Kai first. Kai frantically tried to block with his swords at Lloyd's sudden advancement, with Lloyd taking out another dagger to disarm Kai.

A sword flew out of Kai's hand. Lloyd strained his arm upwards to catch the sword before kicking Kai to the ground. This fight has gone on for too long, Lloyd's mind echoed, it's time to end this.

He stood his ground in the middle and let the four of them surround him.

"We've got you cornered now!" Cole shouted enthusiastically, visibly tightening the grip on his scythe. The other three seemed equally prepared and confident. Lloyd slowly started to smirk. First Master, he had missed feeling this powerful.

He finally let green energy flow through him. The others didn't attack, but stared in wonder at the way Lloyd's eyes glowed and his hands produced bright green light. It must've been surprising, he'd already seen Loid's power and knew that his training had mostly gone to his golden power. Lloyd's mastery over green energy far surpassed any of the ninja in this world.

Zane was the first to react, but was still too slow compared to when Lloyd suddenly brought his hands together opposite parallel.

Lloyd started to hear a slow rhythmic clapping, and whipped his head around with everyone else to see Master Wu descending down the steps. "Your skills are masterful and powerful. I think it's safe to say my ninja do not hold a candle to you" Master Wu commented, his eyes twinkling with pride. "I-uh thank you Master" Lloyd stumbled, the words feeling like they were just spilling out of his mouth.

Green energy expelled everywhere as he moved his hands I'm opposite directions. It looked almost like a shockwave as the energy easily disarmed everybody and sent the ninja to the ground.

Lloyd walked over and reached his hand out to help Kai up, feeling awkward as Kai didn't grab his hand but instead continued to stare in disbelief.

Master Wu gave a warm smile, his gaze resting on everyone. "That being said, you all did wonderful and have clearly improved since the last time I have seen you all." Lloyd could see a few smaller smiles being exchanged between the ninja. Lloyd looked back over to where Nya and Loid was only to freeze.

His father. Not HIS father, but he wasn't even that different from the father Lloyd used to know. Garmadon met Lloyd's eyes with a look he couldn't place to any specific emotion. Lloyd looked away. He could feel his hands shaking from just meeting Garmadon's eyes.

"... Lloyd, how long have you been training with your green energy power?" Master Wu asked, staring right at Lloyd. He thought for a few moments. "5 years? Give or take a lot actually there were a lot of circumstances that made it difficult to track..." Lloyd answered, unsure of how he should go about answering that. He wasn't keen on explaining why he was several years older than Loid or why he wore green instead of gold.

He could tell that everyone knew he was hiding something, they just didn't know how much he wanted to keep under wraps. For now, Lloyd's lips stayed shut.

"It's nearly 7 and it looks like these winds won't be getting any better soon," said Garmadon. Lloyd gave another flinch from being startled, if anyone noticed, no one gave any indication. "Let's head inside and prepare dinner."

As everyone started to walk inside, Lloyd let himself take another deep breath, doing his best to ignore the bite of the wind.

Just a few more weeks, he told himself. It can't be much longer. But there is always the chance another portal can never be opened again, a lingering thought in the back of Lloyd's mind made itself known. He shook his head.

He didn't want to think about that possibility.

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago au #writing #my writing #sorry for any pacing or if this is just weirdly written #this was written on my phone in the tumblr drafts lol #just a small thing ive been working on from time to time with no overall goal #PerfectWorldNinjagoAu

[zikydoesthings]

The new Hunger Games book has revived the fandom, and as a result it’s slowly turning into one of my main interests again.

One thing that I love about The Hunger games is how when we get to learn about Haymitch’s past in Catching Fire, we get to see how him and Katniss had lived very similar lives but with different results.

In the movies he has blond hair, but in the books he has brown hair and gray eyes like Katniss. He’s from the Coal district, not the Mining district of 12. Add that onto the fact that he has a mother, brother, and girlfriend mentioned but no father, it’s not that hard to assume that his father had died in a mining accident like Katniss’ father did.

If Haymitch had gotten reaped a year before or after when he did, he likely wouldn’t have come out of his game as bad as he did. But unfortunately for him, he ended up getting reaped during the 50th Hunger Games. The 2nd Quarter Quell. The number of tributes was doubled, two boys and two girls from each district, and the entire arena was dangerous.

Like Katniss he ended up teaming up with someone. Maysilee Donner, aunt to Madge Undersee, the girl who gave Katniss her pin in the books, and was also best friends with Katniss’s mother.

Like Rue, Maysilee ended up dying moments before Haymitch was able to save her. While Rue was stabbed with a spear, Maysilee is described to have died by what seems like they were meant to be the Capital’s Mutt version of a flamingo, thanks to how they’re described to be bright pink.

Moments before he found Maysilee he had discovered the edge of the arena thanks to throwing a rock over the edge and it getting tossed back at him by the force field. And not long after Maysilee’s death he ended up getting chased back to that spot by a girl from District 1.

The two of them ended up fighting with fatally dangerous wounds, her missing an eye and him having a gash in his stomach so deep that his intestines were basically falling out.

She ended up throwing her axe at him, he ducked, and the axe ended up flying back and hitting her right in the head.

He was only moments away from dying when the Capital pulled him out of the arena.

Because of Haymitch being able to win by using the force field to his advantage, the Capital was furious. He had found a venerability of the arena and used it to his advantage.

This made the Capital furious and they killed his parents, brother, and girlfriend. That, on top of having just come out of the Games broke him. It caused him to shut himself off from the rest of 12, not wanting to let in anyone else the Capital could use against him, and using alcohol as his escape.

With how he won, I bet that if the Rebellion existed at the time then they were watching him to see if they could use him as their face. But fortunately for Snow, and unfortunately for everyone else, with how broken Haymitch had become they couldn’t use him. And they’d have to wait another 24 years, for Katniss Everdeen to accidentally ignite the rebellion in a way that would cause her to become the face of the rebellion.

#hunger games #catching fire #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #maysilee donner