#i honestly just drew these as a break because i just finished a piece that probably took 20+ hours in total

[miyaur]

a slice of life. ❀ ft. hsr + genshin men — synopsis. just little scenarios that have happened to me with this one guy that i think they'd do<3 — notes. wtv the synopsis thing said!! i just think how these little scenarios went down in real life was so cute that i wanted to write something about it!! — heads up. hopeless romantic thoughts, these can be simple situations, but when i word it out, it becomes overly romantic. thats the warning yes, btw modern au!

・ you can't help but feel bored in class, watching the clock go 'tick-tock! tick-tock! tick-tock!'. your pretty seatmate just happens to be taking notes as the teacher discussed about something.. tapping his shoulder, he looks to you, blinking a few times in confusion. you give a cheeky smile and gesture you want to draw something, your ball pen in the air trying to write out words, blinking a few times again, he lends you his empty hand. looking back in confusion, realizing he wants you to draw on his hand. you do it with an enthusiastic look, leaning your chairs closer together, to get a closer look and tattoo his hand like an artist. as he tried to listen more to the discussion, he can't help but let a chuckle out at your happy expression as you drew stars, cats, and what not on his hand. and 'till class ends, he walks to the canteen with you on his other arm, and the other with doodles all over, out in the open for his friends to see.

dan heng, al haitham, xiao, zhongli, caelus, aether, arlan, albedo, chongyun, kazuha, more utc.

・kind of guy to pick things up for you that fell off your seat, even if you didn't notice it, and you don't have to ask him.

zhongli, dan heng, caelus, diluc, bennett, gorou, welt yang, yanqing, thoma

・keeps the doodles you give him in class.

dan heng, albedo, xingqiu, chongyun, venti, diluc, arlan, gepard

・let's you play with his hair on breaks/whenever, doesn't fix it 'till hours later

jing yuan, blade, diluc, albedo, cyno, gepard, wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, dainsleif

・ your eyes slowly closed, giving in to the drowsiness that you were gifted due to staying up for the test in the last afternoon. your seatmate beside you, he notices about 15 minutes later, instead of informing your professor, he put his jacket on you, and started jotting notes down. and once the expected pop quiz appeared, he'd lightly shake you, whispering that there's an activity, and telling about the topic while the professor finishes the small review for the quiz. "i'll let you copy my notes later, ok? this topic is easy, don't worry, remember to not overthink." he says, giving you a piece of paper. "i wasn't even really supposed to take notes honestly, but i know you love to take notes, so i wrote stuff down about the topic in my notebook, just in case you wanted."

dan heng, dainsleif, zhongli, xiao, blade, yanqing, gepard

・listens intently when you really wanna talk about something, gives serious advice back, or just comforts you, whatever you want.

dainsleif, dan heng, jing yuan, kaeya, zhongli, tighnari, ayato

・"take your jacket off! it's gym class you're gonna get sweaty!" x *takes jacket off

dan heng, caelus, albedo, al haitham, zhongli, baizhu, xiao, kazuha

・if you're busy and can't hold something that you need, he'll hold it for you, 'till you aren't busy looking for something in your bag.

dainsleif, zhongli, al haitham, yanqing, gepard, jing yuan, albedo, tartaglia

・ you sat beside him at the cafeteria, fiddling with your thumbs because you didn't have enough money to buy lunch, nor did you get time to pack your lunch and bring it to school, so your stomach growled. sitting beside someone with luxurious food prepared by his hands, and the delicious aroma that circled around you didn't help, all you could do was look at his food. delicately prepared, sighing in defeat and banging your head on the table. "you want something?" he asked when you faced him and his lunch. "i'm sorry, i can't help but look at your lunch, i haven't packed anything, and i haven't got any money, my stomach is roaring at this point too." leaning your head on his shoulder, "how about we share? i don't mind, just as long as you have energy for the next class. so you don't fall asleep again." cutting back to present time, still in the cafeteria, leaning your head on his shoulder as he feeds himself and you, he never fully finishes his lunch anyway.

dan heng, caelus, blade, yanqing, welt yang, zhongli, diluc, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, gepard

・if you ask for something that's really deep inside his bag, no matter what time it'd be, class time or break time, he'll find it, no matter how many times you ask, he'll get it.

zhongli, caelus, al haitham, welt yang, jing yuan, tighnari

・sitting beside each other on the bleachers after class, or during an event, no reason, just leaning your head on his shoulder, and holding his hand. in silence.

dan heng, blade, tartaglia, thoma, jing yuan, heizou, xiao, wanderer, aether, welt yang, gepard, al haitham

・being the only two doing a chemistry group project, the other members doing nothing, while you both fully enjoyed making the project together and making sure the others that didn't help get points

welt yang, il dottore, albedo, al haitham, kaveh, tighnari

・just sitting by each other on a bench in a park. a quiet park, where you both held hands, and bonding over the opposite music tastes you both have. and after 30 minutes or so pass, deciding to get matching ice popsicles on a stick together, just walking and having fun. even an old couple complimenting you both make a great couple <3

dan heng, caelus, welt yang, jing yuan, al haitham, zhongli, diluc, gepard, honestly any1 i love tis one sm

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[xianta]

Hi! your art is so cool, im struggling with drawing faces, hair and limbs, any tips?

-@mossy--wizard/@mossy--wizards-art-lore

Honestly the main thing would be to use references! Don't be afraid of using them definitely, especially for blocking out foundations! I use Pinterest to compile a bunch of references that I can look back to all the time! Whether it's a bunch of poses or particular close up photos of hands etcetcetc

Something that helps me a lot too is look at 3D models of anatomy, particularly 3D character blockouts like so

because a lot of them colour code the different muscle groups it helps a lot to visually breakdown what makes up the different parts of the body! You can even find 3D blockouts of hands and heads too, the main idea is to break up the different sections into more basic shapes and add detail from their, once you have a steady foundation of the anatomy what you put on top will fit together much more nicely!

And of course it can be done for hands too!!

As for HAIR I drew up a quick thing

Once again the main thing is blocking out and using refs lol, for longer hair I think of the pieces as more ribbon like in how they flow and overlap! And honestly when it comes to hair, keep it loose! My brain usually shuts off when I draw hair, I don't overthink it at all and just let my pen go with the flow using mainly long strokes, the steps are just where I start drawing it to where I finish it at. And when it comes to shading you mainly just follow the flow of the sections you've drawn out!

I hope that makes sense and helps out a little!!!

#xianta art #art tutorial #anatomy breakdown #art reference

[syrupyyyart]

finally, finally finished the ~definitive~ designs for my main Motley girls :’)

Extensive design notes under the cut (mostly for documentation purposes, but also because i like talking about my ocs lol)

In my last post, I introduced the idea of giving each character multiple colors, rather than being one uniform color throughout the design. The idea is that the characters can earn up to 3 new colors as they age+experience new things.

For each color they earn, they’ll wear a new ‘evolved’ version of their previous outfit.

For comparisons sake, here’s the initial pass I took at trying to give my characters more colors:

(euhg. theyre really really ugly. im honestly embarrassed i ever posted these at all lol)

Fact: it’s actually incredibly difficult to design monochrome outfits for characters without the designs looking extremely unfinished (to me, anyways lol). In an attempt to break up the monotony of the monochrome outfit designs, I found myself over relying on the outline colors to fill in their outfit pieces (cherrys pants, limes turtleneck, etc). This hypothetically works, but it ended up causing a lot of confusion as to how many colors the characters had actually earned, especially when the outline color was vastly different from the intended color. Basically, the tl;dr is that over relying on the outline colors felt like cheating, looked bad, and caused a lot of issues.

All of this explanation is to set up the 2 design rules I gave myself for the New Definitive Designs:

1. Outline colors MUST NOT be over relied on, and should be used as sparingly as possible

2. Nothing is sacred. If it looks bad, throw it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I also decided to shift around their body types slightly, since I realized that practically every character had the same build with a different height (with the exception of Banana). Marshmallow is a bit curvier, Watermelon is slightly more muscular, etc. And, while you cant really tell because of their baggy outfits, Lime is much boxier and Blueberry is lankier and has wider shoulders than the others.

Finally, here’s some specific design notes for each character, how they changed, and why:

Cherry Pit - Cherry may not have had the most drastic changes, but hers were definitely the most important. She’s had the same hairstyle ever since the first time I drew her (back in ....... middle school lol), and as attached as I was to it, it caused a LOT of problems. It gave her an ugly silhouette, the sharp edges kind of ruined her circle motif, etc. So it had to change. I decided to give her a fluffier hair style to incorporate more round edges into her design, and I truly cannot tell you how many hairstyles I cycled through before I landed on that one. It was major development hell. But I think the new style is much much cuter! Due to story reasons, I also decided to give her 2 outfit colors instead of just one, and she seriously looks so much better because of it. Big fan of Cherrys new design lol

Blueberry Cobbler - Ohhhh where to start with this one. Blueberrys design has always been a headache to me. I found it difficult to draw consistently, and even when I got it to look how I wanted, it still didn’t look very good. So, my goal for her redesign was to overhaul her design while keeping the general idea behind it; most importantly, she needed to be Fun To Draw. So, I changed the silhouette of her sweatshirt by giving her a more exaggerated hood, replaced her bulky zipper with the hanging ties (idk what theyre called lol), and Changed Her Ugly Ass Tights into baggier pants. I also crimped her hair to make it more angular. In the context of this universe, cold colors have naturally colder body temperatures, so they have to wear insulated clothing to stay chilly; the overall baggier clothes really just fixed all of my issues with her design honestly. Better for her personality type, prettier silhouette, in-universe reasoning, etc. Scrumptious.

Lime Pie - I decided to swap out her cargo pants for a long skirt, and let her hair down. This was mostly because, with the monochrome outfit she needed to wear, the turtleneck+cargo pants combo just wouldnt work without looking Pretty Bad. It also helps her outfit stand out a bit more, as she’s now the only character in the main cast that is wearing a skirt. She’s meant to be an inversion of the “nerdy girl lets her hair down and puts on a dress and Now She Is Popular” trope, so the idea is that when she earns her 2nd color, she will start wearing her hair up again, and the cargo pants can come back. Maybe.

Marshmallow Fluff - I honestly hit the nail on the head with this one in the initial batch of concepts I did, so I didnt change much lol. The biggest change is that I made her hair light again. This was because shes obviously meant to have a cloud motif, but her sister (who I rarely post about lol) has a thundercloud motif-- basically, I’m just saying that the darker hair is gonna go to her sister instead.

Banana Pudding - Again, she looks almost exactly the same. I just changed the red outline of her original dress to be less contrasting, since I got a lot of people asking if she’d earned two colors or not. Hopefully, its more clear now that she’s only earned one.

Watermelon Sorbet - As much as I liked her original design, many many people told me she looked like a ‘cool yoga instructor’ character. Which, while not terrible, wasn't exactly what I was going for; she’s meant to be more of an ‘edm dancer’ kind of character. So, I decided to change out her pants for bigger legwarmers that I’m hoping make her look a bit more hyper active.

Thats all my notes lol. I have no idea if anyone is gonna read this far, but if you do, thanks :’) I fully realize that making so many notes about this looks silly, considering theyre OCs and not like ..... widely known characters. So Im sure a lot of what Ive said just sounds like gibberish. But its fun to ME!!!!!!!!

I’ve got more character designs to post over the next week or so; namely, the 3 Antagonists (Grape Soda, Orange Custard, and Angel Cake) + the parents (which includes 2 characters Ive never shown before, but Im very excited to share lol). Those posts wont be accompanied with longwinded notes like this one is; Im just the most excited about these designs and wanted to talk about them.

#motley #cherry pit #blueberry cobbler #lime pie #marshmallow fluff #banana pudding #watermelon sorbet #i am terrified to post this lol #my art #ocs #original characters #original character #oc #idk how to tag oc posts

[willowisapillow]

🎊🎉 A Peachy New Year! 🎉🎊

💕❤️ They’re girlfriends, your honor ❤️💕

Behold, another piece of fanart that I’ve kept pushing back until now.

I was planning on drawing this earlier back in January, but some complications occurred with both IbisPaint and my tablet once again, and one mishap after another, half of my files for the art got wiped somehow when my tablet crashed for the 104897th time, and I had to start from scratch.

A very similar problem occurred with one of my Pride Month pics from last year, and this time I just said, “screw it, I can’t be bothered to finish this”, and took a long-ass break and moved on to other art projects. Eventually, I did come around and finished it in the end.

2023 was honestly just a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs. It started off bad, then it was eh, and it ended… not really great good per se, but decent. I had to miss out on a lot of art projects because I was doing online school at that time, but since I graduated way back in June, I have a lot of free time on my hands and I have a lot of exciting plans in the future ^o^

One positive of this year I have so far is that I finally watched the Super Mario Movie. As per tradition of me being slower than molasses, I watched the movie on Netflix, and I absolutely LOVED it! The whole movie was literally what little me imagined a Mario movie would be like, and the movie just was a whole lot of fun. I especially loved the references/easter eggs in the movie, I was just fangirling so much 😭

And once the DK Rap came on I just started singing along like there was no tomorrow. And funny story, at one point, my mom actually walked by my room, overheard my singing, and gave me a funny look as if she thought I was going crazy, which she wasn’t wrong/hj

I could go on and on about how I love this movie, but we’d be here all day, so I’ll just say my two absolute favorite things about this movie. My first fave is obviously Peach, I’m so happy that my girl isn’t being portrayed as a damsel-in-distress, and is instead an active team leader, she was just absolutely iconic. And my second favorite thing is Bowser. Jack Black has always been one of my favorite actors/comedians, so it was a perfect decision for Illumination to have him voice Bowser. He’s the perfect blend of comedic and threatening, he gave me a lot of Hades from Hercules vibes haha

As for the art, I went with the dark-skinned, red-haired version of Bowsette, which imo is better than the regular version. One, it makes sense to give her dark skin because she lives in a place that’s nothing but fire and lava, and two, Bowser is canonically a ginger not a blondie lol

And for Peach, I drew her in her movie dress but also combined it with her winter/holiday earmuffs and cloak. Also wanted to give her the Princess Peach Showtime bow because I’m still hyped for that game >:3

Here’s to hoping this year will be great, good, or at the very least decent 🎉

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Don’t Trust Doors

Part 2 too: this

It was early morning when Michael got a call, thankfully it was the weekend so he didn’t have any classes but he was still surprised, he wasn’t expecting anyone. “Hello?” He greeted when he picked up, not saying his name like he normally would have just because he was a but frazzled.

“Oh thank heavens, I know it’s short notice but I need you to come over as soon as you can!” It was Mrs. Sims, she sounded more harassed then he had ever heard her, even when he first started. She wasn’t annoyed though, it was hard to believe but he was sure she was worried.

“What’s happened Ma’am?” He asked, doing calculations in his head as to how quickly he could get there if it was an emergency.

“I’m honestly not sure,” She said which gave him pause. “When Jon came home crying a couple days ago with scratches on his knees I just thought, well I cleaned them up and told him he’d be fine. But he hasn’t been fine. He’s barely spoken, he wakes up screaming whenever he sleeps, he hasn’t touched a book in days.

“I’ve tried to talk to him and ask him what’s wrong but he’s barely spoken, and not more then one word to me in days. This morning when he woke up crying again he said the first sentence in nearly a week and it was to ask for you. I don’t know what’s happened to my grandson, Michael but...” She trailed off, it was the first time he’d heard her at a loss for words.

Michael was nearly at a loss for words as well, this sort of behaviour was very unlike Jon! Even when he had first lost his parents he hadn’t woken up screaming or crying. He’d had nightmares, but he hadn’t bothered his grandmother with with. preferring to deal with them on his own. “I’ll be there as soon as I can ma’am, two hours at most,” He assured immediately after he got his voice back. Now he was just as worried as she seemed.

He got dressed, ate a piece of toast and drove to the Sims’ home as quickly as he could without breaking any laws. When he was let in by Mrs. Sims he quickly headed up to Jon’s room. He was sitting on the floor, all the books that were normally stacked around were shoved onto shelves packed to tight it would be hard to get them out. Jon kept glancing at them as he drew, he was drawing spiders, a person with web wrapped around them and a spider pulling them in. When he finished he put the crayon aside and tore up the drawing into little bits.

“Jon,” Michael said softly and Jon looked up, his eyes wide and, as soon as they focused on Michael, brimming with tears. He jumped up and ran over to his babysitter, nearly knocking the older man over with the force of his hug as he sobbed into Michael’s stomach. “It’s okay Jon, it’s okay, I’m here,” Michael crooned, rubbing Jon’s back in slow, soothing circles.

“You’re safe, I’m here, it’s okay,” Jon starts sobbing louder and Michael hesitates before picking Jon up with a little oof sound because he’s not particularly strong. He sat on the edge of the bed where Jon could be more comfortable only to be surprised when the boy crawled into his lap. Jon had never been a particularly cuddly child, he probably would have said he was to old for such things, but apparently he needed the comfort tonight.

 “I don’t feel safe,” he muttered against Michael’s shoulder while the adult continued to rub his back comfortingly.

“Well you are, I’m here, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Michael assured softly. “When you’re ready, I’d like you to tell me what happened.”

And after a while Jon does, he tells Michael about Mr. Spider, and about the boy who stole the book and read it and got snatched instead. Michael doesn’t truly believe it has anything to do with the book Jon was reading, but he does believe that Jon saw a boy he knew be violently abducted and it traumatized him. He’s related it to the creepy book he was ready at the time, which makes perfect sense.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that Jon, you never should have, that never should have happened,” Michael murmurs, horrified but keeping it together for his young charge. Jon needs him far more right now. “It’s not your fault, there’s nothing you could have done. And it’s not these books fault either,” He says gesturing to them. “How many books have you read, and this has never happened before. Some books are scary, but most books are good. It’s good to learn, to know.”

He’ll have to tell Mrs. Sims and they’ll have to tell the police about this later, but for now Michael wants to make sure this doesn’t turn into a unfounded fear of books. Well as much as he can, child psychology isn’t exactly his field, but he did know kids. “Here. why don’t we read one together now? I’ll pick it out, something nothing like Mr. Spider, okay? Maybe just this once we’ll even break your rule and reread a book you know is safe. Does that sound alright?” Micheal asked.

Jon looked worried but he nodded, Michael nodded too and let Jon crawl out of his lap so Michael could get up and go get a book. He picked the first one Jon had had him read, hopefully it would be a good memory for Jon. When he sat back down on the edge of the bed Jon climbed back into his lap and Michael opened the book around him, beginning to read the book allowed over Jon’s head.

At first the boy was tense as anything on Michael’s lap but slowly and surely he relaxed, and started to read along, outpacing Michael quickly. Eventually he reached out to start turning the pages before Michael finished them, and then took the book.

Once he was reading on his own Michael got up slowly and went to tell the grandmother what he found out and to call the police. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could babysit, he hadn’t thought about.. these sides of caring for children.

#michael shelley #jonathan sims #kid!jon #Mr. Spider #TMA spoilers #the magnus archives

[solradguy]

How do i find the motivation to practice art? I have so many shitposts that’ll never come to fruition because my skills plateaued ):

No one else is going to draw my ideas and I'm too broke to pay someone else to do it for me. For better or worse, I seem to approach a lot of things from a "gotta do everything myself around here" angle haha

Honestly—and I won't lie to you—doing art studies is a real pain in the ass, I hate doing them. I never do them unless I've got major art block, and even then I still hate doing them, but it's like taking medicine and I know doing them will make me better. Every art teacher I've ever had's grilled me about this, "solradguy, you need to do 15 studies before the end of the week to get a full grade this quarter." Blah blah blah.

I guess for some people doing studies could be fun, not having to think about pose or composition, whatever, just putting lines down on paper and focus on your reference. One time, when I was still in college, I had to do a certain amount of studies in charcoal so I booted up Red Dead Redemption and drew landscapes or objects from it that I kinda liked. It was enough. I told my professor it was from my grandma's farm hehe

Art memes can be a good way to practice too, especially those ones about drawing in different styles or drawing a character in different outfits. They combine fun with tricking you into drawing things you might not normally draw. Emulating different art styles is the only art study method that doesn't make me want to fall asleep. Don't forget they're just art games though, and especially don't forget:

👉If You Already Feel Burnt Out Don't Feel Compelled To Complete Every Art Meme You Start👈

As you get better at art, you start noticing improvements less and less because they become more subtle. When you're really new to art, figuring out stuff like basic anatomy or shading is REALLY obvious because they're foundational parts of art. Hang on to your really old stuff and look at it every now and then and I guarantee you'll have improved way more than you thought you had.

I get the impression you've probably been at art for a while now, and I don't want to come across as patronizing, but sometimes refreshing the basics can help overcome a plateau too. Drawabox is usually what I recommend to people just getting into art, I really like their approach. Here's a link to their introduction lesson: drawabox.com/lesson/0 And here's one that skips to the actual art stuff: drawabox.com/lesson/1

While it's probably beneficial to actually do the exercises in the lessons, just skimming through reading them can be good too.

Something I've noticed a lot of my artists friends (and artists online) do is try to make every single drawing a finished piece, and I'm like "damn, no wonder art feels like such a chore." My sketchbook is 99% scribbles done in pen:

I use Pentel RSVP fine point ballpoint pens so if I make a mistake I'm forced to deal with it. Doing these rough sketches before starting a bigger piece is something I recommend with my entire heart. Just get a pack of shitty $0.99 pens and doodle like it's high school math class. I like the cheap pens because you can get faint lines drawing lightly and can coax them into darker lines with a bit more pressure (and if you lose/break one it's no big deal).

The best way to get better at art is to keep putting lines on paper. Even if it's just silly pen doodles, you're still improving coordination/pen control, improving construction of basic shapes, exploring concepts, and thinking about art, which will lead to more new ideas and further inspiration.

Sorry this is long and meandering haha Hopefully something here helps at least a tiny bit.

#asks #I get so hopelessly passionate about art. I want to shake everyone by the shoulders and shout #IT'S MAGIC. IT'S ACTUAL MAGIC. NO OTHER ANIMAL ON PLANET EARTH CAN DO THIS LIKE HUMANS CAN!! #It's a shame contact with sapient alien species won't happen in my lifetime. I want to see their art #They probably won't see colors the way humans can. Would we even be able to understand each others' art? #What if they painted in colors only visible in spectrums humans can't see? #But also what if they saw colors the same as humans #Can you imagine sending an alien lightyears away a painting of Earth flowers and receiving one in return of alien flowers #If their sun was different from our Sun... imagine how that would affect the palettes and compositions of their art... #An alien species without vision that makes art through textured sculptures and sounds... #I've been reading a lot of Ray Bradbury lately and spring is around the corner so I'm going a little bananas #long post

[frozenjokes]

To Keep (Signing Back In, Apparently Epilogue) // 1

Next - Ao3 Link

chapter 1 cw: organs being removed from body but not too graphically and honestly the victim isn’t too worried about it

For the sake of research, should any hands human or otherwise get ahold of his notes, Cub felt it rather relevant to clarify a few things about ghosts. Well, ghosts that lived here anyway, here on the island that met them halfway. Whether the island itself was half dead or the ghosts that inhabited it were half alive was up for debate, but ultimately irrelevant. This island held a long history of death and new beginnings, so naturally, a ghost that lived here could be quite powerful. They could interact with the place just as if they were human; they could build, fly, explore, but most relent to Cub’s current predicament, they could die.

Well, die was a strong word, but their bodies could only sustain so much damage before ceasing to exist, at least for a little while, until their spirits wandered back to and reformed at Spawn, the place they drew their power. Perhaps this was a symptom of ‘meeting life and death in the middle’ though that was only a theory. Ghosts under normal circumstances would only rarely interact with the world if they ever did at all. If the world can’t touch you, it can’t hurt you, but here, any plant, animal, or mineral native to the island could do sizable damage if you weren’t careful.

Naturally, ‘dying’ in several creative and violent ways revealed other odd things about the ghosts living here, or rather, what was inside of them. Cub had always been fascinated by the muscles and organs in his ethereal form, seemingly serving no other purpose than aesthetics. Maybe on the surface it doesn’t sound all too strange, but try breaking a bone in an undead body, and suddenly everything feels real weird. There’s something indignant about getting injured as a dead man, a ghost especially. You’re dead. Pain and broken bodies are behind you. Yet here you are, unable to finish up a project because a stray piece of rubble crushed your arm, and your useless ghost body is taking its sweet time regenerating. Ah, but he was getting off topic.

See, he brought it up because of Scar, or at least what used to be Scar, who was currently taking great pleasure in removing his intestines from his stomach. Not painful per se, but certainly uncomfortable. Enough to wish he’d just die already to get the regeneration process started, but hey, he couldn’t blame a vex for having a little fun. Well, maybe fun wasn’t the right word; Scar looked more frustrated than anything. Did he want Cub to be afraid (or was that just wishful thinking)? If he did, he wasn’t doing a great job. This was too slow, hardly threatening really, almost like he wasn’t trying at all. Cub wasn’t going to pretend to be scared for Scar’s benefit, he’d have to work for it. Though, maybe it was hard to come up with new and frightening ways to kill him; this was the fourth time after all. Cub furrowed his brow. Well, four wasn’t that many. Even Scar looked disinterested; how was Cub supposed to be engaged like this!

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Cub asked, trying to catch Scar’s eye. Scar paused in the ravaging of Cub's organs to consider the question, though he didn’t look any less annoyed. Finally, he curled his lip.

“You.”

“Ah! What a coincidence. I’ve been thinking about you as well. Quite a lot actually. Maybe we could talk about this, or even better, you could do the talking and I can listen. That sounds pleasant, doesn’t it?”

“No!” Scar shook his head, a little violent. More like an animal than a person. “This isn’t working,” he muttered. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but snapped his mouth shut. Cub waited a moment, but it didn’t look like Scar planned on changing his mind.

“I’d say so. I was looking forward to this, and I must say, I’m a little disappointed. I think you can do better.”

Scar gawked, his expression quickly folding to anger. “This isn’t about you. You- leave me alone!” he hissed, plunging a clawed hand through Cub’s chest. Well, that wasn’t very productive. Darkness edged his vision, promising release very soon. Irritation tugged at the back of Cub’s mind. Had he misjudged their last encounter? Maybe Scar had just been embarrassed. At least he was open to talking today, that was progress! Cub sighed, mourning the loss of the opportunity to use the net he’d brought today. They could have spent far more time together.

Finally, the entire world went dark, Cub’s senses failing until all that was left was his own thoughts.

The first time this happened, Scar’s teeth in his throat was a massive surprise. Well, that’s not entirely true, because the first time this happened Cub was dead before he was even aware Scar was there, but regardless. It was surprising because Scar was not born here. Under normal circumstances, a human visiting would be able to see the ghosts, but not touch them, not unless they were wearing clothes made from the island’s resources. Though, to say Scar was still human may not be completely accurate. On that, Cub still wasn’t certain. He’d have to subdue Scar first to know for sure.

He was certainly human when they had first met. A piece of shit, sure, but human. As far as Cub was aware, Scar only visited the island as a last ditch effort to appease his ghosts, former members of his pirate crew all killed by his hand. He was charming enough, certainly enough for Cub to let him live, which may have been a lapse of judgment on his part, but when someone is so eager to bargain for their life, how could you blame him for humoring the man? It was adorable the way he scrambled to find any sort of power in a place he had none, putting up a confident facade as if Cub couldn’t see right through it. Though he had really wanted Scar in his museum at the time, he couldn’t deny a different opportunity here. Scar wanted to live. Perhaps enough to be a willing participant in his own morbid experiments.

Indeed he was. Though, Cub hadn’t expected Cleo’s panicked message over the walkie a week later that Scar was some amount ‘possessed’ or however she had described it.

Cub hadn’t had any issues with his own body modification, certainly not threats of losing control over his own body. Then again, he was dead and the vex were undead, and Scar was quite alive. Forcibly combining the alive and the dead might have led to some issues, though, Cub never got to properly observe any changes. Or maybe it was that Cub had only used one vex for Scar, and for himself, he’d used multiple, possibly splitting souls and making them weaker? He wasn’t sure. However, he was sure now that Cleo had been right. Every encounter with Scar after that point, though brief, had pointed to the idea he had lost some, or maybe all control over his body.

For starters, after Mumbo, Grian, Impulse, and Pearl joined the ghosts on Hermit Island, Scar had disappeared. Now, the island was big, yes, but Cub found it difficult to believe any human could just vanish without a trace, especially when twenty or so ghosts were searching for him. No, no, Scar had help, Cub was sure of it. Maybe he wasn’t even ‘Scar’ at all after cutting his connection with his ghosts. Unfortunately, while all the other ghosts were looking, Cub had been busy reviving Cleo after an accident, so he hadn’t gotten the chance to help look. But now, at the beginning of the new season, no one else seemed to be interested in finding him anymore.

That might be a good thing.

Impulse had let the ghosts of the island know their history, and given what the old pirate crew had been through, Cub was relatively certain if any other ghost found Scar, he’d be killed. This island was meant to be a safe haven for ghosts like them. No need to risk him coming around and reopening old wounds while the four of them were trying to heal. Cub agreed! He did! He had no intention of letting Scar anywhere near his old crew, but come on, the opportunity to study something like this was so rare .

When Cub was done, he’d make sure to end it. That would be the responsible thing to do, after all. He would do it. He would. Probably.

Cub spent his time as his body regenerated repeating and organizing his thoughts, hoping he could put most of his scattered thoughts into a marginally understandable written form. It was easy at first, before his senses started to recover, but as the world faded back into perception (first sound, then the awareness of his fingertips and his tongue in his mouth, then fuzzy lights that gave way to sight, then-) it became harder to focus. That was expected. As control filtered back into his limbs, he stretched, then made his way for the spare fireworks left at Spawn. It was morning now; not a huge surprise. It must have taken a couple hours for his spirit to wander back to Spawn. Not out of the ordinary for a Scar death. He preferred to stay very out of the way. Oh well. It was time to get back to his starter base before he forgot everything he had learned.

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[zybynarx]

IT’S HERE!!! IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! This is artwork done for the @dcbtv and specifically for the INCREDIBLE story written by @whitster-lizzy​ ! Check it out HERE!

Aaaah! I feel like I could geek out over these drawings and the entire process for a long while, so I’ll just throw that rambling under the “Keep Reading” (there will be fic spoilers talked about there too so be warned!).

Hope you enjoy the story! And seriously, go read it!

Hello! Welcome to the ramblings!

So starting with the banner... the concept of what I wanted to do came to me pretty quickly. I thought it would be cool to have the guitar and cover it with some relevant stickers that applied to Dean and Cas. The biggest challenge on the banner was honestly the colors... there are SO MANY cool color options for guitars, but I wanted to be sure that the words, the important story information, stood out significantly. So there was a lot of color tests that my friend sort of “supervised” for me, and finally get the colors fine tuned where you still have the bold red from the KC logo, but it wasn’t the ONLY thing your eye would stay drawn to. XD

Next is the Cas in his room drawing... and boy howdy I am OBSESSED with this drawing! the DCBTV bang was a very collaborative project. There was no “rough draft” to read off of, or “rough sketches” to look at. It was just me, Whitney, and our chosen song. So we had some brainstorm sessions where we pin-pointed the concept for the fic, which would have musician!Cas/football player!Dean, with some high school angst. And of course, you can’t really have an angsty high school story without a dramatic “looking out the window like you’re in a music video”, so I sketched this out:

I shared it with Whitney, and then she added this scene into the story itself! To which then I was like, “Well heck! Now I REALLY have to draw this!” But I was already at about 50% with the other piece I had done, and so I told myself that if I had time, I could draw this up. I finished the other drawing with time to spare... and then drew up the Cas drawing over the course of 3 days. My brain wouldn’t let me rest until I had drawn it! XD (Also quick fun fact... the poster on Cas’ wall is Totoro, because I was watching that movie for the first time ever while I was coloring it, and I thought it would be a fun little easter egg for myself ^_^ ).

The 2nd drawing (well, technically 1st since I had completed that one first) may look simple... but there were things about it that was NOT so simple! XD The lighting/shading... it was certainly an adventure trying to figure out exactly how this sort of lighting would work. From the spotlights on Cas and Dean, to the lighting of the “peanut gallery” just a little behind them, and then finally the crowd. A lot of playing around with different colors and layer settings, but I found an option that I felt like worked very well! On another note of the collaboration effort for this bang, Cas’ outfit and tattoo design were inspired from reading what Whitney had added into the story. Specifically during the high school years. I read the detail about Cas’ mom making his own version of the “Black Parade” jacket and was like, “Omg that’s gotta be referenced a bit with this drawing now! It’s perfect!” And the part where Cas compares himself to a phoenix instead of Icarus? My mind was blown and I got chills so I had to make a subtle nod to that as well!

Whitney had asked about creating some chapter/section dividers to put throughout the story and I thought it was a great idea! I came up with this design for Dean when we switched to his POV and even little section breaks within the chapter:

And these were the designs I came up with for Cas’ POV switches and section breaks:

...wanna know something funny about those musical notes? Got the inspiration from this:

:3c

I signed up for this bang as sort of a last second decision and honestly I’m so glad that I did! My author was incredible, it helped push me a little more as an artist, and also I got to relive my Jr. High years a bit because this song was honestly the first Taylor Swift song I had ever heard (also a bit of High school because of the angst, but I loved it). Super thankful to have been a part of this! 

A huge huge shout out to the mods for putting it together and for creating the event! Seriously, you all did a great job and I’m so happy that this event was received so well!

If you’ve made it this far... thanks for reading! <3

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[sensitiveheartless]

Where do you get all your ideas for these drawings and how do you actually find the strength to do them? Also what happens if you finish a piece and aren't satisfied with it?

Oof, oh man let's see...where I get my ideas from is a tough one, because I get bits of ideas from a lot of different places, and then they just ping around in the circus of my brain until they combine into something I want to make. And with soukoku specifically, there's something about them that appeals very strongly to my sense of humor (not just my sense of humor of course, but it was that aspect which drew me to skk initially), and that makes it easier for me to go "oooh, I want to draw them doing this", or "wouldn't it be funny if they—", etc.

Basically, because I think about them a lot, that leads to things like, say, me listening to the Little Mermaid soundtrack one day while cooking and thinking "Hey, wouldn't it be funny if Chuuya was Sebastian and Dazai was the french Chef" and then running with it and writing a very very weird oneshot. Or, me taking a walk in the snow and thinking "hey what if soukoku were walking in the snow and then Dazai flopped over and started being dramatic about being Snow White" and then my Snow Day comic happened.

As for how I find the strength to do them (and unfortunately I feel like this isn't going to be a very inspirational answer): for me, drawing is a way that I process, calm myself down, and just...express myself. Ah, for example, that recent "Operation Quiet Heart" comic I made recently! I binge-drew that in about two days, because several things had happened to make me Very Stressed and Upset, and so I drew something silly but also comforting because I knew it would make me feel better. And it did! By the time I had sketched it out I had gone from a state of "I am about to either start biting people, or burst into tears" to "Okay I can manage this actually, it's not that big of a deal".

At this point, honestly, it's worse for me when I don't draw. A while ago I hurt my drawing hand while gardening and had to rest it, and in less than a day I started trying to teach myself how to draw with my non dominant hand, just so that I could make something. That's how feral I was going, not being able to draw anything. (I'm actually slowly getting better at left-hand drawing! Can't really do lineart very well yet, but I've occasionally used it for very loose coloring/non-precision stuff when my right hand needs a break.)

It's probably not the healthiest, but...I figure there are worse things I could rely on. Drawing daily has helped me get through some of the worst parts of my life so far—even at times when I couldn't express what I was feeling in words, I could still draw. I think that's just how my brain is wired, sometimes visuals are easier than words. (I like writing a lot, but it's definitely harder for me.)

Aaaand as for what I do when I don't feel satisfied with a piece—I'm gonna put the art ramblings under the cut, since this is already getting long—but the tl:dr is that it depends on how stubborn I'm feeling at the time :D

For example! Sometimes I finish a piece and go "eh", and then I just leave it!

Like this one! I don't hate it or anything, but after a while of messing around with it, it still wasn't quite what I wanted. Close, but not quite. Didn't quite like how Chuuya's hair turned out and such—so, I decided it was a learning experience and left it at that. Maybe I'll come back to the idea at a later point, but honestly I had no plan when I started this one and was just vibing, so I didn't take it as much of a loss.

And then sometimes I get really, really stubborn about a piece, and keep working at it until I get it to look how I want. For example, this one!

This one took me a WHILE, even just to figure out how I wanted the poses to work. I kept drawing sketches, turning off the layer and then trying again on a new layer. So first we had this:

But I felt like adding Dazai to this pose would be awkward, because he would be so eclipsed by Chuuya, so I tried again.

And nope, still didn't like it. having the profiles like this felt too stiff somehow, even though I liked how Dazai was holding on to him. (Also here's an example of me coming back to an idea later, because I recently made a side-profile-facing-corruption-piece that I ended up actually vibing with)

So, I tried again.

I don't have the full undersketch for this one, because I mangled it while drawing, but here—you can vaguely see what I was going for, mostly with where Dazai's arms are positioned. So I had the pose, but then of course there was the process of actually coloring it, and that was a whole other thing. Oh also Chuuya's face took a WHILE for me to get to a place where I didn't hate it.

Here I was mostly just trying to figure out base colors(and the background), and I ended up redoing almost all of it because I was being really sloppy—especially with Dazai's bandages and the curse marks on Chuuya's arms. Also Chuuya's head was a bit too large in proportion to his body, so I ended up selecting all those layers and shrinking it.

Getting closer, I fixed the curse marks and messed around with Chuuya's expression more (but I still didn't like it). Only now I felt like Dazai and Chuuya's heads were too zoomed out and small in this composition (also I tipped them too far back and now it looked like they were falling in a weird way), and also I wanted to add something else because I felt like Chuuya's hands were drawing a bit too much attention (plus it was a messy hand and I didn't feel like fixing it), so I decided to add a graviton to cover the hand and make that lower corner dark. I really wanted the focus to be Dazai's arms holding on to Chuuya.

So I changed Chuuya's expression again, adjusted the angle, zoomed it in, added the graviton, and then messed around with filters to get the colors more how I wanted them to look. And THEN I decided I was done, because I didn't want to overwork it, but yeah! That was one of the times where me being very persistent with a piece actually wound up with something I really liked.

Long answer short: sometimes when I don't like a piece I keep trying until I do, and sometimes I just let it be a learning experience, and try a different approach the next time.

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[peonierose]

Paint wars

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Luna Auclair

Word count: 1.400+

Summary: Turning an afternoon of painting into something fun.

Side note: All characters belong to Pixelberry. Except for the characters I created. Please enjoy 😊

Author‘s note: I used the prompt Homecoming from @choicesficwriterscreations for the April celebrations as inspiration for this little story. Thank you for your guys support and love you’ve been showing me. I’m so grateful honestly 🥹

”I've been a breaker and broken

Every mistake turns to moments

Wouldn't take anything back“

”Así es la vida, sí

Yeah, that's just life, baby

I was barely standin', but now I'm dancin'

He's all over me“

———————————————————

Bryce is fidgeting in his seat and I put away my paint brush and scowl at him.

”If you’d stop moving I’d actually get the chance to get the painting done,“ I say pinching the bridge of my nose.

He looks over at me and I can see he’s fighting back a smile.

I bend over the painting and smear paint all over my overall, that’s covered in so many paint stains I gave up trying to get them out. My hair tied up in a twisted knot held up by a pencil, some errand strands of my blonde hair escaped my bun.

I admire the piece of art I’ve created. I wasn’t lying before. If he stopped moving for just 10 more minutes I’d get it done.

I hold up my hand and say

”10 more minutes and then I’ll be done,“ I say grabbing my mixing palette where I assembled all the colors I wanted to work with today.

I already drew Bryce sitting on the couch with a thin pencil. Having all the outlines.

Usually that’s how I prepare for large paintings. Sometimes there’s a clear path to follow and sometimes you just wing it.

I’ve already painted parts of it yesterday, but I got tired and had to stop and take a break.

I love the way he’s posing.

His head leaned back and his upper body covered in a thin sheet. Leaving his torso bare.

I wanted it to look sexy but not cheap. Leave a little bit to the imagination.

I used Maxis brown leather couch for the painting, she found it at a garage sale. She wanted to get rid of it anyway, so she doesn’t care about paint stains.

Her words echo in my head

”You do you girl,“ she said and shrugged. I smile when I think back on her grin when I told her I wanted to paint him in the nude.

I turn back to the painting sitting in front of me on an easel.

I told B to just lean back and relax. That’s how the focus will not be on the couch, but rather the person sitting on it.

He followed my instructions.

I look at the almost done painting. It just needs finishing touches. I usually leave the face for last. I want to take my time, adding all the little details.

Capturing the expression in Bryce’s eyes. Usually that’s the hardest part to paint. Because the eyes can be quite expressive.

When people think of colors they think, oh this is green or this is yellow, but green is not just green.

There are various shades, such as forest green, lime green, olive green and so forth. Colors can be so beautiful.

I chew at my thumbnail and use my brush to dip it in a darker shade of espresso brown. To mimic his eye color. I tried to adjust to the lighting in the room, letting in some hints of light.

Next I paint the shape of his lips, giving them their signature smirk. Making me smile in turn. I look up at him and he wants to say something. I can tell.

“What?" I sigh and smile.

He licks his lips and says

”I feel like Rose from Titanic,“ he smiles.

I snort.

”All you need is red hair and that heart shaped medallion. I had one as a kid,“ I tell him as I put down my brushes and my mixing palette. Now comes the hardest part. Waiting for the painting to dry.

He gets up and the first thing he does is stretch his body from all the sitting, using the thin sheet to cover himself up.

”Jack had this intense look while he drew her. Always looking up and adding details to the picture he drew,“ he responds.

I laugh

”I had a huge crush on Leo DiCaprio when I was little,“ I say and he laughs.

”Really? Hmm so you like artsy and deep guys,“ he hugs me close to him.

”I love this hot surgeon who’s a great guy,“ I say and he laughs softly in my ear.

I put my paint covered hands on his bare chest leaving some paint stains. Marring his caramel skin with brown and lighter creme shades.

”Sorry I didn’t wash my hands before I…“ I start to say but he takes my hands and kisses my fingertips lightly.

”I don’t care Lu,“ he says and caresses my cheek.

I smile feeling my dimples showing.

”I’m starved and exhausted from all this work,“ he says.

I laugh so hard I double down and put my hands on my knees from laughing.

He stops and stares at me.

”What’s so funny?“ he asks confused.

”You are. Saying how you’re exhausted. All you did was sit on that couch and look pretty,“ I wipe tears from my eyes.

He gets a devilish smile on his face and before I know it he grabbed some white paint and smeared my cheek and the corners of my mouth with it.

I gasp and he smiles while I take some blue and red paint and grab his cheeks with my paint stained hands. Creating purple.

He stops laughing and grabs a small bucket of green paint.

”You wouldn’t…“ eying him and he laughs while he splashes me with green paint. My arms and my overall coated in green paint.

Covered in paint I jump his bones and wrap my legs around him.

He almost topples over but finds his balance again. Both of us covered in paint. I start laughing until he joins me. Throwing my head back laughing. Enjoying this moment.

After a couple of seconds I stare into his brown eyes and he stares back into mine. Tracing his lips with my thumb. He leans closer until our lips meet.

Red + Blue = purple mixed with white makes a nice shade of purple.

We break apart.

”This paint comes off right?“ he asks nervously and I smile and kiss him again.

”Well…“ I bite my lip unsure.

His eyes getting huge and a panicked expression entering his eyes.

I laugh at his expression.

”You should see your face. Of course it does love,“ I say and he shakes his head at me.

”You’ll pay for this little stunt,“ he says and begins walking out of the room.

I hold onto him and grin.

”Where are we going?“ I ask him.

”Where do you think? We have that outdoor shower for a reason,“ he winks at me.

I laugh my mouth forming a little o.

”What if someone sees?“ I ask

He shrugs

”Don’t care. Also the shower is pretty hidden from prying eyes,“ smiling we walk towards the shower to wash all the paint away.

I loved this little paint war we’ve had. He makes me feel alive. As if all my nerve endings are on fire.

”You wanna know a secret?“ I say to him and he smiles.

He puts me down and as the clothes come off, the water turning into a colorful little rainbow. I laugh. It looks like a little rainbow. So cute.

”So what’s your secret?“ he asks

I lean into him

”I love you,“ I say getting on the tips of my toes to give him a kiss.

He smiles against my lips and breaks the kiss off.

”That’s not a secret,“ he says and continues.

He wipes my wet hair back.

”You know I never get tired of hearing you say those words,“ he says softly.

I smile and he softly whispers the words back at me.

As the water gets cold, we take some towels lying on a table next to the shower.

”Lunch?“ he asks

I raise my eyebrows

”You mean lunch and dinner. We missed both,“ I say

He’s silent for a few seconds and says

”Let‘s order pizza,“ he suggests

”Pizza wuhu,“ I skip back into the house and B follows behind a bit more slowly while laughing at my giddiness. When he reaches the kitchen he orders dinner.

I indicate he should order two, one for each of us.

He smiles and places our order.

When the food arrives we sit down outside and eat in silence. Pizza is bliss.

I smile at him and he smiles back.

Having the best fiancé ever. One who loves me unconditionally. Getting up to all kinds of fun things. In a world of our own.

Sitting on the grass outside our new home, we stare at the blinking stars talking until we both get too tired and go to bed.

This was the best day ever, I think to myself as I drift to sleep cuddled close to Bryce.

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[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 7/31/2022

I haven’t done one of these in a long time, mostly because I got myself all fired up to finish a little in love, and I tried, I really did. I made some progress on solidifying my outline and I wrote three entire chapters plus some additional dribs and drabs, but I also had trouble liking any of it, and I spent most of June being incredibly depressed. 

This happened two years ago when I just couldn’t bring myself to work on what eventually turned into What We Do with Our Hearts, (and ended up starting a little in love instead), and it’s not some huge mystery why this happened, it’s because my kids are home all the time. Writing for me, is a process that involves a lot of dissociation and being really deep in my own head, which is simply not compatible with the state of always keeping one ear open for one of the children trying to kill the other one, and who has had too much screens, and if it’s time for the seventeenth snack of the day, etc, etc. There was one week where both children went to camp, and it was amazing and I was able to think and do stuff, and feel human again and then it was over, and I went back to feeling like my head was stuffed with cotton and turpentine again.

Presumably, when they go back to school in a few weeks, I’ll feel better again, but it always feels so uncertain to be like this, like what if I’m just stupid now and will never make anything good ever again?

Anyway, in the meantime, as I’m sure you know, I have been working on the Tattoo Artist AU I started a few...years?...ago?? I had dusted it off this past winter and worked on it for a bit and then got stuck and subsequently distracted by something else at the time. Anyway, I had a whole outline for it, and some of my friends were excited about it, so I’ve been working on it, and it’s been...okay. It’s not my best writing for sure, but at least it’s something, and it feels a lot better than not writing.

Unfortunately, there’s probably gonna be a delay in updates, because I am going to be traveling for most of the next three weeks. If I can, I might do some writing on my phone, but it’s highly unlikely I’ll be posting anything. I was kinda hoping to finish Ch 8 before I left, but at this point, it’s not gonna happen. I also like to get at least a chapter ahead if I can, because sometimes I need to move a piece of information up or back a bit, and that leaves me some flexibility. 

I absolutely hate traveling: I get terrible travel anxiety, and in recent years, I’ve started getting carsick, and even more recently, I’ve started getting panic attacks when I have to drive on elevated highways or bridges. I don’t like not being in my house. I’m not really comfortable being around other people for long periods of time, because all social interactions are a performance for me. Even for trips I want to go on, breaking even emotionally is the absolute best I can hope for. All this is to say that the best I can hope for about the next few weeks is that at least they’ll be over soon, and I’ve been telling myself all summer that I had to get through August in order to get to October. 

Anyway, I expect to have wi-fi and such for the majority of the trip, but I won’t have my laptop with me, and if my overall online presence is spotty, that’s why.

Oh, I guess this is supposed to be an art update, too? Gosh it’s been forever. I haven’t been doing a whole lot, but I drew a sexy swimsuit Renji for my birthday and a comic about being a worm and made a nice banner for my fanfic and I’m honestly pretty pleased with all that.

PS: I know I usually do some over-the-top thing for Renji’s birthday, but school starts that week and am barely making it thru the day as it is these days, so I think I’m gonna take this year off from stunting. I mean, I’m sure I’ll do something, but I’m keeping it small for once.

#writing update #art update #i used to be a functional person but since the pandemic i don't understand why i can't just never seen anyone ever again please #i put off writing this update because i didn't want to sound incredibly depressed and i know i probably do sound incredibly depressed #but believe me i am about 100x better than i was a month ago

[brokenheartsmending2]

Oh Shit Here We Go...Or Not.....Ugh!!

Pacing back in fourth my room, I try to come to grips of what is wrong with me? What exactly am I feeling towards Athena? Am I in love? Is it lust? Is this permanent or is this just a phase? I spent such a long time keeping these thoughts to myself and kept fighting myself from getting so deep into my own head. I would hear about people's traumatic coming out stories and I grew more mortified to tell a soul. That is until one day I finally grew the courage to talk these feelings out with Athena.

I got to school early and parked in my usual spot, and had her coffee order in hand. She approached my car and my God she looked so beautiful with her hair down and her lips so freshly glossed, she looked like she was freshly delivered from Heaven. She got in my car, looked at me and smiled. As I was about to open my mouth, she excitedly says "I've been dying to talk to you about something that has me just absolutely madly in love with a very special someone." My mind went blank and I sat there in silence, praying she is talking about me. My heart beat felt like it just grew louder and louder as she kept talking about her feelings. "Elena, I fell in love and I never once imagined I could ever fall for this person. I am a bit shy to tell you that I fell in love with Daniel..." BOOOM!!! My heart shattered and I could feel myself wanting to break down and cry. I would not allow myself to feel within that moment. Once she finished pouring out her heart about why she loves Daniel I just pretended like I was absolutely fine. Athena noticed something was off in my behavior, she noticed I grew distant within our conversation. Luckily I was saved by the bell.

We got out the car and went to our homeroom, Athena grabbed my hand as she normally did, and I drew my hand away and put it in my pockets. We normally sat together in class and I chose to space away just so I can simmer down and save my cry for when I am alone. Athena, made it impossible that day. She kept asking what's wrong the whole day. Finally, we made it out of our last class of the day and I could not hold it together as she kept going on about Daniel. The walk to my car felt long, I began to sweat out of anxiety trying to find the words to just tell her!

"Athena, I really just need to say this now because I can't keep hiding feelings from you anymore." Athena stopped dead in her tracks and sits down on the bench. My palms began to sweat, my knees began to shake, I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. "Athena, I am scared to tell you this, mainly because I fear being hurt by you more than what I already am. Our friendship is something I am beyond appreciative for, and I honestly hope by saying this I don't ever lose your. I too fell in love with someone, and I am beyond terrified of what the outcome maybe. I love you, Athena. You have me feeling so much more love for you than James. I've been in love with you for so long that I can't go another day without telling you."

She stood up, speechless, and stunned about my confession. "Elena, are you serious?" I sat next to her ad began to cry. "Elena, I can't believe you. No way this is just a sick prank. You are so not in love with me...are you?" She took a deep breath and began pacing, she came up to me and grabbed my shirt. "You fucking sick bitch! I trusted you to be my friend! How could you?! Stay the fuck away from me, we're not friends anymore. I am so disgusted by you!" Just as I thought "how can this day get any worse?" I just now lost the very first girl I ever fell in love with. Athena threw me on the bench and walked away and called Daniel to pick her up.

I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and went home to have a good cry. As soon as I get home I was happy to see I had the house all to myself and let out the biggest scream I could and kept the tears flowing. Sad to say my brother heard me as he entered the house. He came into my room to find me laying on the floor bawling. He entered and picked me up off the ground and hugged me without saying a word. He rarely is ever affectionate. He asked me what happened. I explained to him that my heart broke. I noticed my brother giving me a warm smile and he quietly asked, "did Athena break your heart?" My eyes opened wide and I pulled myself away from him in full blown shock. "Aiden, what are you talking about?" My brother explained to me he noticed that I fell in love with Athena. My brother watched it all unfold. He saw the way she had me wrapped around her finger. My heart melted because never did I think my younger brother would be the first one to see me fall in love with a woman. "Elena, I really don't care who you love. You will always be my older sister and I will love you unconditionally." Hearing all of this come from a 12 year old was jaw dropping. "Aiden, you're right...I fell in love with a girl and she broke my heart. I don't know if loving girls is my for sure sexuality, but this felt so intense and beautiful." I hugged my brother tight and we resumed our normally brother sister rivalry as if that moment never happened. I loved it and he got me through my first heart break.

As for Athena, she never spoke to me after I came out to her and expressed how much I loved her. She went out of her way to block me off of every social media platform, and would avoid my presence in any room I was in. I did run into her at a New Years Eve party at a mutual friend's house, and she got extremely drunk, I made sure her ass did not get a concussion from puking her guts out in the bathroom.

#prepare

[haven-gum-rockrose]

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I can't draw anymore - literally since July I haven't been able to do anything. And the worst part is that I'm still good at drawing. I can start drawing and I know for a fact that I'm fucking incredible at shading and rendering. And I'm actually really fucking good at lineart too. And drawing is like- my thing- my one go to. "Oh what are your hobbies?" I draw. "do you have any coping mechanisms?" escapism and drawing "tell me about yourself" well I draw a lot "whats your dream job" not sure, since I'm not good at decision, but something in an art field, like doing comics, or animation, or a concept artist. I really wanted to be a concept artist once I realized I can't write for shit. That doesn't matter tho, because it been four fucking months and my entire being and personality is slipping through my finger tips because every single time I try to draw k get like up to ten twenty minutes in and immediately hate everything. I can't start drawing because I know I won't be able to finish them- I'll have a great idea and either I won't be able to make myself start it, or I will and I'll get a bit in and I'll make one mistake or get stuck once and all of a sudden I can't look at the drawing without hating it and regretting starting it because really at this point I'm just digging my grave deeper. And I love drawing, I still really do. And I look back at old works and some were shit but some were absolutely stunning and even the shit ones aren't that bad, they're just considerably low effort but they're still really fucking good now, but if I drew them now I know for a fact that I would view them as another nail in the coffin because they're absolute shit and I would hate myself for drawing them... But they're so cute and precious to look at so I know that my art skills aren't the problem, it's just me. I'm looking at all these horseshit pieces of artwork and I love them, but for each and every one would be worth deleting at the current time in space for one reason or another and then I'd devolve into unwarranted self pity agajn and honestly??? This whole this is completely unwarranted and blown out of proportion because like- it's just drawing - it's not something to be freaking out about over - I have bigger things to be worrying about - much bigger and more important and more worrisome things to be breaking down over right now so this is all just incredibly stupid. Still though, Im scrolling through my old Ibis paint gallery and I just miss it, being able to do things like that.

#tw vent #Ig? #damn I don't really do these #Anyway time to find reblogs so this ain't the top thing on my blog

[imalifegen89]

The Fracture - A Hardy Boys Fanfiction

In the end, there was a hard lesson to be learned. The Trust, once broken, was one of the hardest things to fix. Even if it was, it would never be the same again.

Hello,

This is my first fanfiction attempt on the famous and much beloved, Hardy Boys series.

First of all, this is a Nancy-Drew-Free zone. Sorry, not sorry.

I'm mostly focused on the brothers and their relationship throughout the story. Unfortunately, I won't be using the other characters such as Callie, Iola, Chet, Biff, Vanessa or any of the others. Original characters will come and go as the story reaches its conclusion. The Hardys' parents and the basic back story (until Iola's death) are kept intact, but after that, I have diverted from canon to headcanon. The brothers are 29 and 30 in this story and have characteristics to portray their adult lives and careers, although their fundamental personalities and quirks remain unchanged.

The story is a sci-fi thriller and is set in the near future. The world-building in this story was inspired by a list of movies and TV series: "Intelligence (TV series -2014), Johnny Mnemonic (Movie 1995) and Electric Dreams (Movie 1984).

Enjoy!

Prologue - Two Years Ago Monday - 10:45 

In Transit

“Frank Hardy?”

“Yes?”

“Son, this is Admiral Hawkins of USS Saratoga…”

For the life of him, Frank Hardy could not recall the rest of the conversation he had with his brother’s commanding officer only three hours ago. There were bits and pieces of words and phrases tumbling around in his brain, refusing to fall into coherent thoughts that would refresh the stark terror he had felt listening to the grave voice of the Flag Officer. 

Words and phrases such as, wounded in action, critical, transferred to port for urgent medical care, brain surgery…would advise you to visit if at all possible, son. 

The clusters of clouds passed at speed as he stared out of the small round window of the jet as it cruised at a sedate 800km/h to get him to a private airfield in Dresden, east Germany. It wasn’t honestly his doing - how he ended up in a private jet flying to Germany. He closed his eyes and sighed, taking a moment to be grateful for Alexis, his beautiful, brilliant wife who had been there with him when he had received the news.

“Frank, give him a bit more workout, he can take it.” 

Lexi’s voice drifted over from the hardware room she had just plugged in the supercomputer’s latest overall system update. This was the final tweak before her people finally handed over the entire system and its rights to his people. Frank smiled and added a few more commands with curt gestures of his gloved hand, enjoying the way the computer responded to his complex demands.

“Okay,” Riley Quinn - Ex Army Ranger Gunnery Sergeant turned agent - smirked from her perch on the table outside the holosphere. “I’m not going to comment on what that would sound like without the context. But Lexi, honestly, the things on this funny screen are already so fast it looks like the sphere’s gonna take off to space anytime now,” she said as Lexi walked out of the room to come stand near Frank’s second in command. “You want your man to speed it up more?��

“How else would I know the latest upgrade is working, my dear?”

“You guys are crazy.”

“If by that you mean, brilliant and sexy, You’d be right.”

Frank listened to their banter as the system finished the final test runs and diagnostics on what he had just put it through. He felt another proud grin break over his face as he stared at the final set of statistics that stared placidly back at him from the screen.

“Huh,” he said. “Would you look at that?”

Lexi joined him on the raised platform and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Did you doubt me?”

“Not even for a second.” He dropped a kiss on her head that reached just under his chin.

His mobile ran then, cutting off Riley’s fake coughing and Lexi’s giggles. It was a withheld number, and he answered because calls like that were normal in his line of work.

“Hello?”

“Is this Frank Hardy?”

“Yes”

“Son, this is Admiral Hawkins of USS Saratoga…”

The next thing he knew, Lexi was shaking his shoulder gently while Riley peered at him, her gaze worried. 

“Frank, who was it?” Lexi demanded, her brows furrowed in a frown and her voice full of concern.”

Frank looked up and blinked. He still had the phone clenched in his fist. He blinked some more, trying to get the static in his mind cleared to answer her question. He knew he was in shock, in a state of suspended reality, to stay away from facing the facts that was going to terrorize him, hurt him to the core.

“It’s, uh, it’s Joe,” he heard his voice through a haze. He sounded dull to his own ears. “I mean, that was his CO. He, um, he got hurt during a raiding operation–”

“Where is he stationed?” That was Quinn. The ex-soldier in her already knew where this was going.

“Saratoga,” Frank mumbled.

That was apparently all Lexi needed from Frank. She entered a few rapid commands to the system as Frank watched, numb, detached and somehow seated on a chair next to the platform. Within a short moment, she had Joe’s initial medical records, x-rays, blood work and test printed and scanned, along with a full explanation of what it all meant. It never even occurred to him to question the legalities of her searches and the data retrievals.

By the time she was done, Frank was aware enough to see the colour drain on her face as she understood the exact condition his younger brother was in.

“Lexi–”

She looked up and took a deep breath. Frank knew that she would never hide anything from him. She always chose honesty, despite how painful it was sometimes. “It’s bad.”

Frank felt whatever air that was left in his lungs leaving in a rush. He deflated, slumping in on himself. The admiral’s somber words echoed in his mind, creating horrifying images of his brother; hurt, bleeding, unconscious…dying. 

And Frank wasn’t there. Frank hadn’t been by his side for seven goddamn years.

Now, his brother might just be lost to him, forever.

A painful sob tore out of him before he could stop it. He bit on his fist savagely and closed his eyes, refusing to let the tears out. If he did, he might not be able to stop it.

There was nothing he could do to stop the shivers that wracked his entire frame as he sat, lost, in that chair though.

“Frank, baby, listen,” her hand on his shoulder was warm and her tone was gentle. “I know you want to get to him as soon as possible, but please, I think you should contact Aaron first.”

It took him a long moment to understand what she was saying. Aaron Burkhardt was a mutual friend. They met him during their time at MIT. He was involved with them in three projects regarding supercomputer processors and software developments. Frank remembered how that veritable genius used to joke with them, saying that electronic brains fascinated him just as much as the real ones.

He was now one of the world's leading innovative neurosurgeons, based in Dresden.

Lexi’s suggestion, however, confused him. What he needed was to get to his brother right now. “Why?”

“Because Joe’s condition is critical,” Lexi explained patiently. “And based on the injuries mentioned on these records, I think you - your brother - is going to need his help.”

The copies of all the medical reports were there in his briefcase that rested on the seat next to him. He hadn’t looked at any of them yet. Looking at Joe's condition depicted in an emotionless set of numbers, chemicals and harsh medical terms felt wrong somehow, before the chance to actually see him. It was an illogical thing to do, he was well aware, and Frank was nothing but logical and practical to the core.

Except, it all changed drastically when it came to the matters of his brother.

He still recalled the first serious argument they’ve ever had, all those years ago, when Joe had announced his intentions for the first time.

“What do you mean you aren’t going to college?” Frank repeated, bewildered, thinking he had heard it wrong.

“I’m enlisting,” Joe said, stretching his tall frame across Frank’s bed.

Things had been hard, messed up for some time now. After eight months since Iola’s sudden, cruel and needless death, things were finally starting to fall back into their usual rhythm. They had just gotten back from their first case after the break they took from everything, only yesterday. It had been a resounding success too, and an entire ring of cyber criminals were now cooling their heels in a county prison in France. Not bad for two private detectives returning to their game after months of hiatus. Joe had been happy, and Frank had seen the pale, sickly complexion of his brother's face acquiring a healthy tan during the time they spent chasing those hackers. He had seen the haunted look in dull, blue eyes getting replaced by a gleam that didn't bode well for law breakers. He had finally seen his brother getting better. 

Or so he had assumed.

What he was hearing now, told him that his assumptions should have been exactly the opposite.

“Have you lost your mind? Tell me this is a joke!” His question and the demand came out louder and sharper than he intended.

“It's really not,” Joe’s reply was quiet as he fixed his gaze on the ceiling, avoiding Frank’s incredulous expression. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and my application’s already been accepted.”

Joe’s admission did nothing to calm the anger that started to boil in Frank. He rarely let his emotions get the best of him like that. But this was Joe - his brother, his best friend - who could effortlessly make Frank’s carefully crafted logical mindset fly out of the window. And now, he was telling Frank that he was just…abandoning him like it was nothing.

“You already-” Frank had to cut himself off and unclench his teeth so he could speak properly. “Joe, what the hell? That’s not the plan,” he shook his head, still wondering whether this was a sick joke his brother was playing, despite his denial. “The plan was to go to college, and then Uni, to get our degrees in criminology and–”

“Frank,” it was Joe’s turn to cut him off. He sounded so calm and in control. It was as if they had switched personalities. The thought made him want to laugh hysterically. “Brother, that’s always been your plan, not mine. I'm sorry you thought I was just going to follow you along–”

This was crazy. Why was he only hearing this now? “Joe I don't get it,” he said, the project he was working on forgotten as he had his chair turned towards his bed fully to face his brother. “How come you never spoke about this before?” 

“It never came up.”

Frank took a few moments to breathe slowly and study his brother. Joe was still sprawled on his bed and avoiding eye contact. There was a certain weariness about him and that look of defeat, that sense of infinite grief was back, wrapped around his brother like a heavy cloak.

“Is this about Iola?” Frank asked softly, carefully. There were still a lot of landmines in that conversation realm that Frank did not want to trip, further upsetting his brother. As it happened, his good intentions were not enough to keep him from doing exactly that.

“What?” Joe was startled enough to turn fully towards Frank, finally looking at him. “No.”

The instant denial sounded genuine enough. He would have accepted Joe’s word for what it was at any other time. But, since Iola’s death, there was a state of discord between them. That made him badly miscalculate his response.

“Are you sure?” Frank asked, his skepticism evident in his tone. “Or is this you using military service, of all things, as a way to run away from all the memories?” He saw the way Joe flinched at hearing that, the way his eyes flashed, hurt. But he couldn’t stop. “That you aren’t using that as a distraction from what happened? Is this your choice to find a way to feel better?”

Joe stared at him for a long moment, and except for that initial flash of hurt, there were no other emotions in his blank expression. It was too late for Frank to take back what came out of his mouth. He kind of didn’t want to, because, damn it, he was hurt too. 

“No, Frank,” When he finally broke the silence, his voice was still quiet. But there was a hard edge to his tone that he had never aimed at Frank before. “I’m not joining the navy, signing up to put my life on the line, along with the lives of people around me, as my feel-good form of therapy, so fuck you.” 

Fair. Frank knew he deserved that. “Joe,” he said, shaking his head. “No. I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant–”

“Whatever,” Joe said, getting up from his bed, clearly done talking about it. “How you feel about my choice is not going to change my mind. It’s done. Just thought you might wanna know.”

Admittedly, Frank had handled that wrong. He had known that the moment Joe had left his room without saying anything further. It had taken some time, but Frank had spoken to Joe after that a few times, and had managed to apologize in earnest. Joe in turn, had revealed that he hadn’t wanted to make him upset by telling him his plans, which had happened anyway.  

They never truly let any grudges grow between them, not for long. Sure, they fought and argued, but at the end of the day, they always managed to talk things out, forgive each other and move on. 

They were brothers and they trusted each other. That always came first.

Frank went to college as he planned. He threw himself at any and all academic pursuits he could to fill the time. His bid for MIT was accepted easily where he spent the next four years earning his masters in the field that fascinated him the most: software engineering and supercomputing. After that, his projects and thesis regarding the practical uses of his fields with regards to global surveillance and data gathering caught the interest of a certain agency that specialised in exactly that.

At the age of 28, Frank was now one of the youngest agents in the Central Intelligence Agency who had the command and control of his own branch, Global Signal Intelligence. Which was a fancy way of saying he had permission to run electronic eyes and ears all over the world. Even better, he had the chance to bring his own precious tool he had helped to create for the job.

He even met the love of his love, Alexis Wayland during that time. She got a job at Hewlett Packard Enterprise soon after the concept of ‘Spearhead’ turned into reality. The programme was rechristened as HPE Cray XX351a/Spearhead by their sponsors at the final stage before it was procured by Frank’s current employer.  

While Frank found his way into the spying business, Joe went on to the service as he said he would, taking to the disciplined life of a sailor like a duck to water. Years went by as he finished his training specialising as an Engineer’s mate, three tours in three ships followed by a bid at the Officer Candidate Training School and then the rigorous requirements and training of BUD/S. 

This was his brother’s seventh year in the navy, last two as a Lieutenant of one of their finest special operators, a SEAL.

But, what happened to him only forty eight hours ago might just be the end of all he worked so hard to achieve during all those years. He might lose his life.

Which was why Frank was on his way to Aaron Burkhardt. Lexi had made a quick call and the surgeon had promised to meet him at the airport. He would take a look at Joe’s records and they would make their visit to the hospital together. Frank didn’t know what he had done to deserve friends like that, the ones who would drop everything in their lives to come to his and his brother’s aid. He is immensely grateful nevertheless for the fact that he did.

……..

They were kindly but firmly told that they weren’t allowed to see the patient just yet, his condition was still unstable and was under constant supervision. Frank was sure they got as much information they could, including a copy of Joe’s recent chart, only due to the charming, yet insisting presence of the towering neurosurgeon.

“They just confirmed what I told you when I saw the records, Frank,” Aaron said, dropping heavily onto the seat next to Frank in the waiting area.  “He hasn’t woken up yet, not even once. And the swelling shows no sign of going down. It doesn't look good.”

Frank could only nod at his friend's words. He wasn't sure he could get any words out without dissolving into sobs. He kept breathing deeply and evenly, his gaze fixed on a spot on the tiled floor of the waiting area of the intensive care unit.  

“They won’t let anyone in to see him. Not yet.”

“Is there anything we can do here, Aaron?” Frank asked after a long while. He couldn’t just wait here to be told that his brother had passed without even having the chance to see him at least. He just couldn’t.

“There is,” Aaron said, slowly, carefully, making Frank turn his gaze towards his friend fully. “But, only if you have the right to make decisions as his power of attorney.”

“I do,” Frank said, curious as to why his friend sounded…reluctant.

“You do?” Aaron repeated, with a raised brow. “Not the navy? I thought the military usually took the lead in cases of injuries on duty.”

“They do,” Frank explained. “But they couldn’t treat him in the cruiser and they couldn’t arrange a transit home in his condition. The moment they transferred him to port, the authority regarding his medical decisions fell to me.”

“That's a good call on his part,” Aaron nodded. “To have it arranged to be you.”

“It was one of my conditions,” Frank admitted with a wry smile. “He agreed just to make me back off,”

“He’s lucky to have a brother like you.”

“It’s mutual,” Frank sighed. “Tell me what my options are here, Aaron.”

Instead of answering, his friend stood up and gathered his jacket. “We are going to find a place to stay the night and then I'm taking you back to Dresden tomorrow first thing in the morning,” he said, confusing Frank.

“Aaron–”

“I know you'd rather be near him,” He cut Frank's protest off gently. “But, right now, you can't help him. What can potentially help him is in my office, and I can't talk about it here.”

The enigmatic man didn’t divulge anything further than that cryptic comment no matter how much Frank nagged and cajoled. As promised, he did find two suites for them at The Fontenay to spend the night in luxury. The next day, they left the hotel after an early breakfast in a rental, and made it to the Gustav University Medical Centre where Aaron Burkhardt led the neurosurgery department.

………..

“I understand that the concept falls somewhere in the ethically grey area,” Aaron sipped his coffee and broke the silence as Frank stared at the screen on his friend’s laptop. “Not because there’s any question whether it works, because it does. Just that it hasn't been approved for the next stage in clinical trials yet.”

Frank blinked, looking up at his friend. He knew that the confidence he displayed wasn’t arrogance. He was only stating a fact. Aaron Burkhardt was a bona fide genius in dual fields and this thing that stared back at him - this concept that went beyond anything he had ever even imagined - had the potential ability to save his brother's life. It boggled his mind that this invention was a branching ripple of the concept of the project that now resided back in the basement of the Central Intelligence Agency.

“Tell me more.” Frank whispered, grabbing onto the silver of hope his friend presented with both his hands.

“The chip uses the same data storing concept of Spearhead,” Aaron explained. “The programming meshes into biosynthetic hardware. Now, this new base can be used without an issue, it went through the final approvals just last year,” he said excitedly, warming up to the subject. “The problem is with bonding organic matter and synthetics with the programming itself. This design of mine lets the chip connect to the brain and even grow to become a part of it. I know it sounds fantastical but it works.”

“Let me see if I got this,” Frank muttered. “You want to implant a microchip in my brother’s brain?”

“Exactly,” the neurosurgeon beamed. “There's still so many hidden abilities of the human brain and chemicals. We learn something new every day just by studying it. It is actually capable of integrating with an external storage device such as this to save itself. Survival instinct at its finest.” 

“How is this going to help him survive losing a chuck of his brain?” 

It was the first time he put words to the extent of Joe’s injuries. He had to swallow hard to keep back the bile he could feel burning his throat. Now that the words were out, all his fears about Joe came rushing back to the surface, reminding him that he was on the verge of losing his brother for good.

“We can replace the parts he lost due to head trauma with the chip, Frank,” his friend said gently. “It’s organic parts are capable of adapting and expanding its mass. The injury left space inside his skull for it to grow and I can develop it into a point to speed up the process even. Within six months, his brain functions will be restored back to a guaranteed 98.9%. If it worked.”

“If it worked,” Frank repeated numbly. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around what his friend was telling him.

“There’s always the chance that the body would reject the new addition.” 

“What else could go wrong here, Aaron?” Frank pressed. His friend was talking about a wholly new level of brain surgery. And, as was the case with any new invention, it was bound to have a plethora of bugs, mistakes and side effects. “Give me all of it.”

“Well, he might experience some memory loss,” Aaron said. “The chip can complete his brain but it can't retrieve lost data. He might have side effects such as headaches or seizures, which would become apparent within the first month of the implant. But those can be corrected with minor surgeries and adjusting the programming of the processors.” 

Frank waited for the rest of it. But Aaron kept drinking his coffee, staring at Frank expectantly. 

“That's it?”

Frank’s utter incredulity made him smirk. “I’m a genius after all, Frank. You didn't think I would design something faulty, did you?”

Frank couldn't believe that that was all there was to it. It sounded almost too good to be true. At this point, the legalities didn't even make an appearance in his thought process. All he cared about was saving Joe’s life.

“But what's the catch?” he demanded. “Because this all sounds too good to be true.”

“Yes, the catch,” his friend shrugged, still smiling. “There are several. For one, it’s not approved yet, so it's illegal,” he sounded remarkably calm about it, as if it was a negligible concern. “The second, the board of directors of Gustav, HPE and GTN are still negotiating about the property rights, because my design involves all three of them coming together to make it work–”

“GTN?”

“Yeah, they own the biosynthetic base I have to use for the chip,” he explained.

“How long is it going to take for you to make it?”

“Oh, it was already made about five months ago,” Aaron said. “There's three of them in storage, I've been running tests, improving the overall efficiency of it all this time.”

“But you just said–”

“The talks are about the shares and market prices and profits, Frank,” said Aaron. “They know it works. It’s the new revolution of the field of brain surgery. But they are not doctors. They are not concerned about the brilliance of the concept or the number of lives we could save. They are all about the money.”

Frank could understand that. His own project would have had the same issues if it weren’t for the extensive and largely undisclosed budget of his agency. 

“So how are we going to make this happen in reality if we did decide to do it?”

“Well, I was thinking you could transfer your brother here. I could take over as his primary care physician and then do a surgery for the implant. Then I’d keep him here on an extended stay to make sure everything works as they should.”

He made it sound so simple. Frank still couldn't even begin to comprehend the process. 

“I’m not… I can't even–” he tried to put words to his disbelief and failed. 

“It’s overwhelming, I know,” Aaron nodded. “And the biggest catch would be the secrecy. If we go through with it, only you and I can ever know about it,” he admitted. “Not even Joe can know. We can just let it be known that the genius saved the day again because I'm that good,”

“And humble about it too,” Frank muttered, shaking his head.

Aaron chuckled. “I can even make it spin that I did some innovative grey matter grafting,” he shrugged, closing his laptop back. “The chip will be integrated into his brain within the first twelve days and it won't be visible to any scans. So you don't have to worry about it being found. And the other thing is, I’ll be able to keep everything under wraps until such time. That’s about it.”

“What’s it to you?” It was a valid question. His friend’s suggestion could very well end up in costing him his medical license. Or worse, he could end up in prison. Their friendship went way back and Frank trusted him. But he just couldn’t believe that  Aaron would gamble his career and life away just to help Frank’s dying brother out.

“Why, Frank,” Aaron said with another proud smile. There was a predatory gleam in his green eyes that wasn’t there a moment ago. “I want the very thing any inventor wants to witness. That’s the moment their invention comes to life before their eyes.”

Now that Frank could believe. That confidence and self satisfaction he could clearly see in his friend's expression was genuine. He had seen it a few times during their shared time back in the university days.

“I know you're going to have to think it through,” Aaron said, breaking the silence that had fallen between them while Frank contemplated the unbelievable offer. 

“It's a big decision and it's harder because you're making it for your brother, not yourself. But right now, your brother’s scale is leaning towards death, and this is a shot at life we could give him.”

Put like that, it seemed like the easiest decision he had ever made in his life. Except, did it really give him the right to play God - or let his friend play God - to potentially alter his brother’s life like that? He truly did not know. 

“Yeah,” he murmured softly. “But at what cost, Aaron?”

“It’s up to you to decide my friend,” he replied just as quietly. “Because your brother can’t speak for himself right now.”

Wasn’t that the crux of the matter? Joe wasn’t in any position to do anything for himself. He was in a coma, lying on a bed in an intensive care unit with a number of machines hooked up to him to keep him alive.

Frank thought about the entire thing for the rest of the day, lying flat on his back on the bed in his hotel room, staring at a dusty ceiling. No matter how many reasons and justifications he mentally listed in pro and con columns, he couldn’t make up his mind.

The thought of doing nothing and letting his brother succumb to his injuries paralyzed him with terror. He could not imagine living in a world without his other half. Even the slightest contemplation of the idea made his heartbeat pick up the speed in an uneven rhythm. What Aaron gave him was a chance. One last throw of dice. If it worked as advertised, not only would his brother live, but he would be able to continue as before, without any permanent debilitating after effects. If it didn’t, it wasn’t as if they could have made his condition worse. Joe was already teetering at the extreme edge of life anyway.

But, he was equally scared of the ramifications he would have to face down the line if this miracle worked. He wasn’t even bothered about the legality of it. He would gladly take the blame and punishment for it if it meant that Joe got to walk out of this alive at the end of the day. What scared him was what Joe would say or feel if he ever found out. Would he be appalled? Would he demand the implant be taken off? Would it change him in some fundamental way or his personality? Would he be fine with it?

Then again, according to Aaron, this was going to have to be a secret that Frank took with him to his grave if they decided to go ahead. So the chances of Joe finding out about it were almost non-existent.

In the end, none of his reasoning, trepidations or fears didn't matter. The call he received from the General Hospital in Hamburg late that night, made the decision for him.

#hardy boys #frank hardy #joe hardy #Franklin W. Dixon #CaseFiles #Mysteries #Frank & Joe #my writing #Brothers #fanfiction

[cangrellesteponme]

more fembastian sketches because i love pretty things

have a nice day.

#i find it very funny that i only drew one open eye in this #bc. you know. many-eyed demon. #i honestly just drew these as a break because i just finished a piece that probably took 20+ hours in total #and drawing seb is the kind of mindless fun i need sometimes #that and historically inaccurate fashion bc i have an artistic eye but no knowledge at all #anyway #sebastian michaelis #fembastian #black butler #black butler fanart #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji fanart #seb pretty. queer brain go brrrrrrrrrrrr. #my art

[nohoney]

you like your girls insane

notes: wow i actually finished one of my wips before the end of the year, i am both shocked and pleased with myself. this piece actually drew inspiration from toga’s backstory which i adore by the way and partly from watching seasons 2 and 3 of You, Victoria Pedretti honestly had my heart as Love and was perfect to me! a bit darker i think that i usually go but as always, minors dni for dark themes

warnings: 18+, Pro Hero/Villain(?) Touya, established relationship, slightly toxic dynamics, cheating/infidelity, mention of branding, blood, torture (not explicitly described), murder (not explicitly described), semi-rough sex, low key yandere vibes, possessiveness

words: 11.6k

summary:

You look back at him and you’re happy, you’re feeling like yourself and not at all the repressed persona you’ve put on for the world, Touya lets you be you. You’re so dazzlingly beautiful  when you finally have the opportunity to be yourself, your eyes are clearer and your smile bigger and you just exude joyfulness and relief and delight.

“Do I look pretty Touya?” you ask him as if you were a bashful girl on a first date for the very first time. “Am I pretty?”

He reaches a hand out to help you climb out the bed and holds you tight against his body. “You’re the most beautiful girl, you’re my doll. You’re mine.”

Todoroki is a household name known by everyone in the hero world, Endeavor setting the path for his offspring, his youngest and oldest son that followed along his path to also become a Pro Hero. He’s proud of all his children and their accomplishments, but it’s a silent agreement within the family that he’s particularly proud of Shouto and Touya for following in his footsteps. He’s retired happily and watching his boys make their own way in the hero world. Their flames are a direct reflection of their father’s quirk, burning hot and bright and strong.

Touya used to be somewhat of a problem hero, not because he was bad at what his father raised him to be but the reputation of his personal life captured the attention of everyone. The hearts he loved to break, the outlandish things he says simply because he can, the attitude he flaunts because he knows that he won’t get much repercussions from his actions. He’d been a smug bastard when he broke into the hero charts at his debut, but all of that changed when he had met his pretty little girlfriend.

The story was that he rescued her from someone that kidnapped her, that he saved her just before her kidnapper was going to hurt her, but the assailant committed suicide before Touya even had the chance of attempting to subdue and bring him in.

It was a traumatic experience for you, his girlfriend, so much so that it ended up bringing the two of you close together and you saw him as your hero.

Funny enough as soon as he had settled into a relationship with you, all of the scandals that Touya loved to incite had stopped. He had become more well spoken and more mindful of his actions, though it’s not to say he didn’t get a little cheeky every so often for the press just for old time’s sake. You had helped him mature, paparazzi photographing your dazzling smile when you and Touya were spotted out together in public. There was a lot of speculation about your relationship to Endeavor’s oldest son but everything was kept under wraps; the Todoroki family knows how to protect their privacy when they really want to, and you and Touya seemed to live in your own little bubble from everyone else. You were the envy of many girls and women everywhere for being the object of Touya’s affection, that you had taken away his single status and therefore the fantasy that he was available to anyone.

You were unbothered by Touya’s many devoted fans because all that mattered was that Touya wanted to be with you and that only his opinion and attention mattered. His fangirls didn’t matter, the paparazzi and nosy photographers didn’t matter, no one but you and Touya in your own little world. To the outside world, you were Touya’s pretty little girlfriend that he had rescued and you fell in love with him and he fell for you.

To Touya, he knows what you really are.

Are you soft and sweet with the most pretty moans and tinkling laugh he’s ever heard? Yes, yes you are.

But you’ve got a side to you that has to stay hidden, another persona that gets his loins excited and what made him intrigued in you in the first place. And while he likes when you’re soft and sweet when the two of you are in bed after intense lovemaking or when you sit down with his parents for dinner and talk of plans of eventual marriage, he loves when you’re actually yourself for him. Because he’s grateful for the real you that uncovered a part of himself that he would have never realized on its own.

You awakened a side of him that he had never known about himself and it was all thanks to you.

━━━━✧

“… Police are still connecting the string of murders of young women within the area. The methods to the girls deaths are by multiple stab wounds but with no weapon found nor DNA found on the bodies of the victims. The ages of the girls are all within their lower to upper twenties, all of them unrelated to one another but the killer appears to stay within a certain district to choose their victims.” The newscaster announces on the television as Touya dresses himself in his civilian wear. He’s half listening to the report and thinking of the errands he needs to run before going back to his private home that Endeavor had built for his eldest son. He says nothing as hands touch his back from behind, drawing down his spine and a sigh lifts through the air to his ears. The lacing of his boots requires more attention and he wonders where he can stop by to pick up for dinner.

“This was really fun… when do I get to see you again?”

It’s not your voice and it gets on Touya’s nerves a little but he’s sure to keep a straight face when he looks back at the random woman he picked up from… he doesn’t even know where. He just knows how to sneak without it rousing any suspicion from camouflaged paparazzi; he has to be on the down low lest it blow up into the tabloids. Since you came along, his reputation has been carefully crafted to a settled down man that is now a far cry from the heart breaking boy he used to be. And that still has to be kept up, no matter the circumstances because you made his life better.

“Yeah… let’s do it tomorrow? Same place and time?” Touya says as he finished up lacing his boots. His jacket was thrown onto the floor and he gets up from the bed, picks it up to dust it off and puts it on. “I got something special planned for tomorrow, just for you.”

An excited gasp and a happy little giggle.

It irritates Touya but he goes through this.

“Gotta be on my way. I would say wear something nice tomorrow but… it’s not really gonna matter.” Touya winks before he shuts the door behind him. Whatever person out there designed love hotels, Touya wishes he could give his personal thanks to that smart motherfucker. The hood to his jacket is pulled over his head, a face mask, and sunglasses put on to cover his identity. Touya walks through several alleyways, looking nondescript as he passes by several people in most unoccupied alleys before he makes it back to the main street where crowds of people still walk in the lively shopping and dining area.

He blends in seamlessly amongst the crowd, they’re all unknowing that Endeavor’s oldest son is among them.

The first stop is a shop that he had something special bought just for you and he intended to surprise it with you tonight. The sales associate practices discretion in giving Touya’s purchase to him and is careful to not draw attention to him while he’s in the store. Touya checks the gift himself to make sure that it’s going to be to your liking before finalizing it. It’s wrapped in a pretty box with a simple bow for you to pull at and let the satin fall away easily.

The gift was important to get but the most important stop is getting food, tonight was supposed to be his night to choose what would be to eat for dinner. He promised you that he’d be home a certain time and he knows that he’ll be just a teeny bit late due to his activities and that no doubt you will be found seething with irritation. He can deal with your irritation and your attitude at his tardiness since it was nothing new, what was important was securing the food and your gift.

Touya carries the takeout and your gift back to the home he shares with you. “Babydoll, I’m back home now.”

There’s a crisp ‘shh!’ that comes from the kitchen and Touya thinks that for a minute that you were shushing him but he realizes that it’s not your voice; it’s actually the sound of a knife blade being sharpened. He walks to where he knows you are and finds you at the kitchen countertop, busy with a knife against a sharpening stone and your eyes set in concentration. Your attention is gained when Touya approaches the kitchen island and set his items down on the top.

“Welcome home Touya, did you have fun tonight?” you welcome him stiffly while keeping your eyes on the knife. It glints against the warm kitchen light and you know you’ve done enough on the block, having polished and reformed its edges long enough for a while but the simmering anger that you’ve been trying to keep in check needed something to concentrate on. “Did you have fun leaving me waiting for you?”

Touya sighs as he comes up behind you and presses his front to your back, grasping your hands in his to stop your motions. “I’m not late, I came home exactly when I said I would (Name). It’s just a few minutes past, you need to loosen up a little.” he tells you but presses kisses to your temple to placate you and keep your anger from boiling over. Truthfully Touya does like pushing your buttons every so often but he knows when to tease you and when not to. “Don’t be upset babydoll, I brought a gift for you.”

You roll your eyes and move out of his hold so that you can glare up at him. “A gift isn’t going to change that I know you fucked another girl behind my back again.” you huff out as you cross your arms over your chest. “You’re so shameless, do you even care about me at all?”

Touya snorts but approaches you carefully, he likes to see the fire in your eyes when you look like you want to kill him. It makes his cock twitch in his pants but he knows better to not offer it right now, at least not with that kitchen knife so close by you. He tips your head up to look at him and offers you his most sincere smile. “Why would I be ashamed? I like what we do, I like this about us.”

Still you’re unconvinced and huff out again, slapping his hand away from you and leaning against the kitchen countertop.You’re stubborn but Touya is unrelenting as he tucks his hand into your yours, forcing your arms to uncross and takes you to the pretty box that sits right there just for you. The label does not go unnoticed by you and you seem to visibly relax a little at the gift; he knows that you’re a sucker for a high end designer name. He’d shower you in anything you wanted whether it was jewelry, shoes, skincare, or his cum. Because you were the best thing to happen to him and he’d give anything to keep you beside him, he was not in lack of money due to an inheritance in line for him along with the revenue he makes already. Money was no issue and Touya knew that the spoiling is what partly rooted you to him especially since you admitted that you hadn’t grown up with much compared to his well taken care of childhood.

You stand by the gift and delicately pull at the bow, the satin coming undone easily and it shines so prettily under the light of the kitchen. The top of the box is lifted with the tissue paper pushed aside and inside is a pretty white dress, the softness of the linen glides beneath the tips of your fingers as you pet the collar of the dress. You adore the lace trim and the pleating detail at the bodice, your sour mood from before forgotten briefly as you hold the shoulders of the dress and lift it up from the box to see how long it is. The dress is pulled from its packaging and instead of the usual short little numbers Touya frequently fills your closet with, this dress is a bit longer and just stops above your knees.

It’s quite innocent as opposed to the things Touya usually asks you to wear.

“You like it doll? I thought I’d change it up and get something different.” Touya asks but he knows that you adore what he got for you. One of the many things he can brag about is his good taste and how well he’s pegged your sense of fashion.

“I love it Touya, you really remembered when I saw this in the window when we went out the other day. I hate it when you’re so sweet to me.” you say as you hold the dress up against your body and examine how it looks fully. “… Just ‘cause you bought me this doesn’t excuse what I know what you did by the way.”

Ah back to the subject before, he knew that the dress would only capture your attention for so long.

“Wear it for me tomorrow doll, I set up a date for us.”

“You are such a shameless fuck.” you say it but there’s not much malice or anger behind your words. “Do you get off on making me like this? Do you like being a bastard just to do all this to me?”

There it is, that excitement that drew him into you and made him fall over you. You have that little glint in your eye when he does this, coming home smelling like another girl and not bothering to hide his infidelity. It does make you angry but you’re so controlled at it that he’d think that you actually didn’t care but he knows that you do. Touya knows how to make it up to you every single time though and sometimes adds in something a little extra just to sweeten you up. You call him a shameless fuck but he only became that way because of you so really you’re the one to blame for all this.

You’re the one to blame for the person he’s become.

Touya moves to the takeout and removes the takeout containers from the plastic bag, the smell of one of your favorite restaurants permeates through the air and he hides the smug smile that wants to come onto his face as he sees you eye the food. He knows that you’re irritated from him cheating again but it’s also part hunger that attributes to your attitude. There’s no other experience in the world than soothing your girlfriend’s anger by giving her food. You did wait patiently for him to come home after all and he delivered on the promise of bringing back something.

He never thought of himself as a guy that would settle down with anyone, at least not for the long term. Touya liked being selfish before and catering only to himself but since you came along, you’ve changed him into someone that likes to spoil someone else. There really is a joy in taking care of someone else, gifting them with things just because he knows that you’d love it, and he likes that he takes care of you. With you, Touya does imagine marriage in the future when the both of you are ready and he wants to a good husband to you.

You really have changed him for the better and for the worst.

The dress is set back inside the box again while dinner is eaten at the dining table.

The only sounds are the clinking of the cutlery against the dinnerware and food being chewed.

There’s still tension in your shoulders even though your face is relaxed.

“You should be excited for our date tomorrow, I know I am.” Touya tells you as he scoops more food onto his plate. “It’s been a while since this last happened.”

“And what if I don’t show up then? How would you feel if I didn’t?” you ask these questions as if it were threat that you really wouldn’t show up for the plans Touya set up. “You ever think about that?”

Touya knows that you wouldn’t pass this up, he knows what you’re really like beneath those sweet doe eyes of yours and that you’re just itching to unleash tomorrow. But he does like to play and knows how to goad you, he knows how to draw out the real you when he sees that you’ve put on that innocent front for too long. He only does what he does so that you can relax and just be yourself just for him. You really are the sweetest thing he’s ever met in his life but god you are also the sickest.

He loves that about you.

“You’re not answering me Touya.”

Ah, he was so caught up in admiring you that he almost forgot.

He merely shrugs his shoulders and tells you, “It’s up to you if you don’t want to, I know I can’t make you show up to something if you don’t want to go. Just means that you’ll be sitting here pretty for me until I get back again ‘cause I’m still gonna go.”

Your eyes flick towards him and your jaw tenses. “How many times with this new one?”

“Three times.” Touya answers honestly.

“Asshole.”

“You love me.”

“I should kill you.”

“You could.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious Touya, I can kill you.”

“Yeah baby, you can but you won’t.”

You would never and he knows that you would never, who else could you run to and give you what he gives you? Who else would indulge in the sick and twisted part of you all while making sure you live in comfort and luxury? Who else would accept you wholly as you are and still be able to keep you in check? You’re right when you say you could kill him but no one else is like Touya who adores you so deeply and has dug so deep in your heart that you couldn’t rip him out even if you tried.

He’s your everything and he’d do anything for you.

The plate you were eating off of is clean of food and pushed away. You look towards Touya and ask, “Dessert?”

“In the bag.”

True to his word, there’s two containers of your favorite dessert from where Touya ordered. “These are both mine, you don’t deserve it.”

Touya chuckles and continues to eat off his plate. “I won’t take my portion if you say you’re going to show up tomorrow.”

“You know that I will, why would I not show up?” you scoff as you open the container but then sigh happily at your favorite part of a meal. Sweetness bursts on your tongue when you take a bite and you practically swoon, a soft mumble of ‘so delicious’ whispers past your lips before you take another bite. “What time?”

He informs you of the location and time of the date he set up, finally getting up to wash up the plates in the sink. “Wear the dress babydoll, I got it just for tomorrow.”

“Oh so I’m only going to get one use out of it huh.” you say before biting into your dessert again. “If you weren’t from a rich family I would tell you to be more careful with your money. Buying something so expensive only for it to be used once is such a waste. You need to be more mindful of your finances. If I had money like you, I wouldn’t spend so audaciously.”

“You say that as if you aren’t apart of my family.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, you’ve already been apart of my family for a while so that makes you rich too.” Touya tells you as he finishes washing up the dishes. “I’m gonna put a ring on that finger of yours one day when it’s the right time. But you’re my family (Name), everything about you and who are you is mine.”

You finish off eating the first container of dessert and pick up the second one. “Don’t sweet talk me, I’m still mad at you.”

“Save that energy for tomorrow, you know you’ll need it.”

You jab your fork into the dessert and present a piece of it in front of your boyfriend. “Only one bite, that’s all you get.”

“You’re the sweetest.”

“And you’re the worst.”

He loves this banter with you, it actually makes him feel tender and warm and this weird domestic life that he thought he would hate feels so right with you. He’s grateful for the single bite of dessert you allowed him to have and he’s grateful for you for coming into his life. Touya means it when he says that he’s going to marry you but in the meantime he wants to focus on the now. The excitement of tomorrow has him all abuzz and he hopes that he’ll get enough rest for the night. “I’ve got a half day on patrol but then a meeting for a few hours after it. I’ll text you when I’m on my way to the place. It shouldn’t take long to set everything up.”

“Sure but I just have one request.”

“Anything for you doll.”

You hold up the satin ribbon that decorated the box and drop it in Touya’s hand after he wipes his hand dry of the dishwater. “Make some use of this tomorrow, it’ll make me happy.”

“I like making you happy.”

“Only after you get me mad first, you dick.”

Touya only leans forward to kiss your cheek and carefully tucks the ribbon into his pants pocket. He wants nothing more than to fuck you on the kitchen countertop, just feels like he has to have you right then and there but you sashay away with the second dessert and tell him you’re going to eat on the terrace. You are still mad at him after all so he lets you have your space for the meantime as he goes to the living room where his phone is.

The tv plays in the background with the volume on low as Touya talks on the phone with his mother, a commercial playing into between news segments that doesn’t have his attention. The news comes back on just as you enter the living room and plop down on the couch, curling up against the seat cushions first and then pulling the throw blanket over your legs to keep you warm. Touya’s eyes catch the brief news headline on television as he listens to Rei speak from her end about the next upcoming family dinner she wants to host. As for you, you watch the television intently as the newscaster brings up the next report.

It’s the report of the murdered women again in the city district, warnings cited that women should not attempt to walk alone and to be on alert for their safety. The chief of police is making statements about the string of murders and that he promises that the gruesome killings of the young women will end and that the killer will be brought in. Tension is in your shoulders as you watch the news report and your hands slowly clench the blanket but Touya is quick to be by your side, using his free hand to tilt your head up to look at him and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay doll, nothing is going to happen to you.” he murmurs while putting his phone on mute for a few seconds as his mother continues to talk.

“Promise?” you look up at him, delicately moving his hand so that you could lean your cheek in his palm. He knows that you’re not actually scared but you lean into the part of a frightened damsel, “Nothin’s gonna happen to me?”

“I promise, not while I’m all around.”

━━━━✧

Touya’s learned from an early age to wake up early in the mornings and you’ve begrudgingly synced with his schedule, usually taking some time to just talk to one another before he has to get up and start getting ready. Your legs are tangled in one another and he holds you close, his fingers playing with the strap of your negligee as you and him make small talk. “You know your mom wants you to stop dying your hair, she told me.” you inform Touya while your fingers trace the ridges of his abdominals. “She misses your natural hair.”

“I know she does, but I like having this dark look. I think it makes me look badass.” Touya chuckles but does silently note that maybe he’ll remove the dye more towards the end of the year, perhaps closer to Christmas so that it makes Rei happy. “What do you think?”

“I think you look fine, I’m sure your parents are relieved that you took all those piercings out of your face.” you chuckle and snuggle further into Touya’s arms. You were given credit for his outward physical appearance too, Endeavor’s eldest son debuting with piercings on his ears, his nose, eyebrows and his lips and after meeting you the majority of his face jewelry was removed save for his double helix on both his ears and one nostril piercing he decided to keep. He now looked more cleaned up since you came along. “Makes you stand out a little less.”

Touya hums nonchalantly.

“You got everything ready right?” you ask, lifting your hand and Touya links his fingers in between the spaces of yours. “Everything is set?”

Touya nods his head, glancing down towards you and noses against your temple. He’s excited for tonight and can’t wait at all but he has to keep his cool for the entirety of the day, still has to wear the mask and uniform of a hero until tonight. At least you get to hole up at home unlike him, you don’t have to face anyone out there for your obligations because you don’t have any for the day. Touya likes that he’s made your life comfortable and that he provides for you, something he didn’t ever think that was possible for himself.

Reluctantly the time comes for Touya to start getting ready for his day and you simply roll over in bed to continue to sleep. By the time Touya has his bag packed, you already drifted off to sleep and he pulls the cover over you after kissing the top of your head. The dress he bought for you is hanging in the closet and he knows that it’ll look gorgeous on you tonight.

Usually he likes to take his own car to work but today, he calls on his father’s driver to pick him up from his home outside the gate. He’s an old gentleman that’s worked for the family for a long time and has seen Touya from when he was a baby to the grown man he is now. Small talk is made between the two of them until Touya is dropped off the agency and waves off the chauffeur, securing the bag on his shoulder before entering in. He’s greeted warmly by sidekicks, fellow pros, and the other staff as he makes his way through the building.

In the locker room as Touya gets changed into his uniform, he feels the presence of one of the pros that joined with him recently. A younger guy, just by a few years, but he’s got speed and skill that impresses him. Blond hair and bright red wings are in his peripherals and Touya turns his head to greet him, “Hawks, the early bird as usual.”

“Mornin’ senpai, you seem in a chipper mood today. Got something planned?” Hawks says as he starts to change out of his civilian clothes into his hero clothes. “Date night with your pretty lady?”

“Nothing big, just something low key for us.” Touya answers lightly but is slightly unnerved by Hawks. He knows that he’s keeping himself under wraps that no one else notices, that he’s not acing any different at all, but there has always been something about Hawks that makes him incredibly perceptive to the people and world around him. It’s what makes him a great hero and what makes Touya keep him at arm’s length. “You could stand to go on a few dates yourself.”

“I suppose so since you gave up the single man mantle then it could be my turn. Maybe I’ll get lucky like you and pick up something pretty when I’m recusing someone.” Hawks engages in the banter as he quickly dresses himself, his locker shut and already getting started for the day.

The day passes by in such a blur that Touya barely registers it, only really gaining his reality back as he undoes the tie around his neck after leaving a meeting in regards to the current cases that are still unsolved by the agency and the updated crime statistics. He leaves through the backdoor of the agency after disguising himself, not needing to be recognized as he walks the streets among the civilians again.

The closer Touya gets to his destination, the more excited he becomes.

He checks the time and sees a text from you informing him that you’re getting ready at the moment. For now he doesn’t respond back and continues to walk towards his destination: the love hotel he was at just the day before. With his bag still tucked securely by his side, Touya sees the girl he was with just the day before waiting by the entrance. She waves her hand and smiles at him, he returns it simply for formalities sake because after tonight he won’t ever see her again.

Cash payment to secure the room for the night and he chooses a plain room with no theme, he thinks that kind of thing is cringe and Touya knows that it doesn’t appeal to you either. God forbid he ever choose an ugly room, he would never hear the end of it from you. With the door closed, he quite literally has to control the shake of his hands as he takes off his mask and glasses, and the hood from his jacket pushed off his head. Another text from you that tells him that you’re on your way, it will only take fifteen minutes.

“So how was your day?” he asks just to kill some time, make it seem as if really is interested in this nobody girl he chose. She’s cleaning herself up in the bathroom and leaves a crack in the door open so that she can have a conversation with Touya, completely oblivious as he’s readying himself in the other room and texting you at the same time. When she comes out, he has to play impressed when she comes out wearing a set of black lingerie. It does look nice and he won’t lie this chick does have a bangin’ body but the pretty lingerie isn’t on you and she isn’t you.

“Aw, I told you that it wasn’t necessary for you to wear something nice.” Touya neatly folds his shirt and puts it into his bag. “I told you that it wouldn’t matter if you did.”

“Yeah well, maybe I didn’t listen on purpose.” she’s coy as she comes up to him and hugs her arms around his neck. “Will I get a punishment from you Pro Hero?”

“Something like that.” Touya then directs the girl on the bed, fishes out a pair of metal handcuffs from his back pocket. Thankfully the bed has a headboard for him to link the handcuffs and restrain the bitch, tells her to test it out with just a simple tug. The metal clinks against it but otherwise does not give way, though he doubts this girl is strong enough to free herself. And her quirk isn’t meant for fighting or for being able to call for help so he’s in the clear for any push back that most likely will not happen. “One other thing…”

From his front pocket, he presents the the satin ribbon from your gift yesterday.

“Blindfold?”

“Nah, I want you to see everything. Makes it more special.” Touya says as he silently directs the girl to lift her head up from the pillows and ties it as a gag around her mouth. “Yeah… this’ll do.”

There’s a knock on the door that pulls the girl’s attention and she makes a questioning sound, but Touya is giddy because he knows that it’s you that finally arrived. So he’s happy to let you in, happy to see you wearing the dress he bought for you, and happy to pull you in for a kiss as he brings you into the room and shuts the door.

You pull away from Touya, giggling a little but staying in his embrace. “I missed you…”

“Missed you too babydoll. No one saw you right?” Touya asks you just for his own peace of mind.

“Please, I’ve never been caught before ever.” you scoff as you pull out his embrace and walk towards the bed with the restrained girl on the mattress. You observe her briefly as she looks in question between you and Touya, just a little tilt of your head as your eyes look her up and down. Then you look back at Touya and ask him, “So is this what you’re attracted to now? This is the kind of girl you go for?”

Touya sighs up at the ceiling, knowing that this was coming but he’s always prepared for it.

Every single time.

“Doll, you know that’s not the case. You know that you’re the only one for me okay? We go through this every time and I always come out in the end with you, don’t I?” Touya tells you as he takes your hand and pulls you back to him, swaying a little back and forth as he holds you. “You know that you have nothing to worry about. In fact I do this for you so that you can have your fun, I don’t like seeing you get all stiff when you haven’t done this in a while.”

You roll your eyes and just exhale a breath out. “I know, I know it’s just… she’s too pretty.” you say as you glance over to the girl restrained to the bed and still processing the situation that she’s in. “Did it have to be a pretty one?”

“What, you want me to pick someone ugly?” Touya laughs out.

“Yeah, pick an ugly one next time. Not someone who looks like she could, like, be famous online for being pretty and posting thirst traps and shit.” You pout and glare forward at Touya’s collarbone. “You want me to look like her? Dye my hair that color? Have tits like that too?”

Touya rubs his hand at the small of your back and kisses your forehead to soothe you. “I don’t really wanna pick someone ugly… I want a good picture when I do this too.”

He’s pushed back by you and slapped in the face but Touya’s unbothered by your anger; he stoked it on purpose because he loves seeing you getable riled up. But what he said wasn’t a lie either, no other girl will be as beautiful as you but shit he used to bag nothing but the hot ones before you came along so he’s just used to picking them up. He fights off your slaps and ignores how you call him a son of a bitch, not at all bothered but instead his cock gets hard in his pants and he smiles fondly at you. “Easy babydoll, I love you okay? I love you.”

“Asshole!” you huff at him and stop your assault but still sigh out, “I love you too.”

Looking over to the girl on the bed, you once more observe her from where you stand and cross your arms under your chest. “That’s some sexy lace she’s wearing, you were planning on having some fun beforehand?”

Touya’s at his bag as he answers you, “I told her to not bother with wearing anything nice, I knew that it would be wasted on me but she came like that anyway.”

You step closer towards the head of the bed and lean down just a little, ignoring the muffled whimpers the girl below you gives out. ‘She’s too pretty’ you can’t help thinking to yourself and push some of your hair back behind your ear. You do appreciate the ribbon from yesterday being utilized and it does make you happy that she won’t be able to say a word for her last remaining time here.

Two taps to your shoulder and without looking back, you simply lift your hand and hold the item that is placed into its palm.

A blade flicks out when you press the button and immediately the girl on the bed starts panicking, muffled sounds of distress and her pulling against the handcuffs.

“Relax I won’t touch you at all,” you inform her as you walk back to the foot of the bed and lightly tap the tip of the knife against your collarbone, “but this is still gonna hurt.”

Touya watches as you quickly sink the blade into your right shoulder and through the fabric of the dress but it pulls out clean without any blood. There is no wound that appears on your shoulder, only the rip where the blade penetrated your dress but it’s clean underneath. There is no wound on your shoulder from the knife but the girl on the mattress sports it instead, a surprisingly clean stab wound as fresh blood oozes from the opening.

She’s screaming against the gag and wildly looking down at the stab wound that appeared on her own body instead of yours.

You look back at Touya, expertly spinning the knife between your fingers and ask him if the room was soundproof enough.

“I fucked that bitch to the point she was screaming like she was getting murdered so I think we’re in the clear.”

“Ugh really?” you huff out at Touya and glare at him. “Are you fucking serious Touya?”

“What? You know that I already fucked her, it’s nothing new.” he shrugs his shoulders in answer.

You turn around and put one hand on your hip and gesture the hand holding the knife towards the mattress and point the tip of the blade towards the girl. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you have to word it like that? All you had to say was, ‘Yes it’s soundproof enough baby.’ You didn’t have to spiral into detail about how you fucked her!”

“I did not ‘spiral into detail’, you are exaggerating. And you know what (Name), even if I was vague about it you would either poke or prod me into telling you what it was like or you would make your own assumptions and accuse me anyway.” Touya argues with you but he did word it the way he did purpose to make you upset, that you’re finally shedding that pretty, demure mask you put on when you’re out in the world and he’s happy to see you be that unhinged pretty girl that he first met when he thought you were a hostage. “C’mon doll, you really wanna argue?”

“Fuck you Touya, you took us here! Don’t make me seem like I started this when you know exactly what you are doing! You just enjoy pissing me off, I fuckin’ see you rock hard over there and getting your jollies off of making me like this!” you yell at him, getting wilder and huffing and looking like you just want to kill him and he loves it! “I swear to god Touya, one of these days you really will make me kill you!”

Ah your regular threat but Touya isn’t scared of you, he isn’t scared of you and your quirk which you’re right, you can absolutely kill him with it easily, but it’s never going to happen. “Relax yourself (Name), focus on what’s important. I love you and you love me, we’re walking out this place together.” He eases you with gentle words from where he stands and gestures towards the bed again. “You want something to take your aggression out on? Use that one first and you can ride on this dick next.”

And Touya watches from where he stands and watches you torture that poor girl he picked without ever putting your hands or that knife directly on her body. Your special little quirk that was never recorded in the registry and in your hospital file, your parents thinking that you were without a quirk when you reached that age for it to manifest and therefore they tried to protect you from the world when really the world should be protected by you. You’ve got a terrifying quirk and you’ve utilized it perfectly, perfected your skills and intelligence to never be caught by anyone, playing the part of a quirkless, innocent and helpless girl in this society when in reality you’re so crazy with bloodlust.

You’re his crazy little doll.

His favorite name to call you because of your quirk, transferring pain and injuries inflicted on yourself to others, like a voodoo doll.

Touya fell in love with you instantly, he fell for that wild and giddy look when he first watched you torture the man he thought was your kidnapper. He was wandering the red light district and when he passed by an abandoned building, something to it had called him to enter it. Touya feels that it was the red string of fate that gave him that instinct to search out that building that fateful night, finding you bound to a chair with tape over your mouth. And of course upon seeing a Pro Hero, you played a damsel in distress to be freed. That night he met you felt like such a blur but when he looked at you, there was something about you that was screaming at him to have you.

And he knows that night you could have killed him, because you tried to lose him in the building so that you could sate your bloodlust. But he had found you just in time, hurting yourself enough and transferring that pain onto the man who made the mistake of targeting you. And Touya didn’t watch in shock but rather in fascination, the pure honesty on your face as you tortured the man who kidnapped you without ever needing to get close to him.

He remembers you looking at him and he thought you would do the same thing to him too, and honestly Touya would have been helpless to a quirk that could kill him from afar. Instead you looked down to the erection that Touya did not realize he was sporting and asked him, “You like what you see?”

That night Touya watched you murder a man and awaken a part of him that he felt like he had been denying. Because while being a Pro Hero was great, he got to be just like his father and had a purpose, Touya hated that he had to hold himself back from hurting the assholes he apprehended. That on some level he knew he’d get a thrill burning villains alive but he just couldn’t because heroes don’t kill. He lived vicariously through you, watching and aiding and abetting you all while loving and adoring you at the same time. Because he accepted the way you were instantly and you accepted him, two messed up minds that make the perfect couple.

You’re his perfect half.

Touya watches you finally kill the girl in bed, stained red on the sheets and still dripping fresh. You climb onto the bed, straddling the dead girl on her stomach and the fresh wounds you inflicted on her with your quirk stain your pretty white dress that’s filled with the cuts from the knife you used. He observes how you touch where the pulse is on her neck, checking for sure that she’s dead, and he groans how you smear blood on your cheeks, down your neck and collarbones, down that teasingly low v neckline and gather more to wipe it on your dress.

You look back at him and you’re happy, you’re feeling like yourself and not at all the repressed persona you’ve put on for the world, Touya lets you be you. You’re so dazzlingly beautiful  when you finally have the opportunity to be yourself, your eyes are clearer and your smile bigger and you just exude joyfulness and relief and delight.

“Do I look pretty Touya?” you ask him as if you were a bashful girl on a first date for the very first time. “Am I pretty?”

He reaches a hand out to help you climb out the bed and holds you tight against his body. “You’re the most beautiful girl, you’re my doll. You’re mine.”

He doesn’t care about your bloody hands as you reach up to touch his cheek. He’s sure that the adoration you have in your eyes reflects his own, you’ve told him before that he’s got intense eyes just like his father but there’s a glint in them that isn’t inherited from either of his parents. No that glint in his eyes is because of you, the credit all goes to you and he loves you for it. When he leans down to kiss you, the world falls apart and everything feels right for him. That where is now is exactly where he is supposed to be and there’s no where else Touya would rather be than with you.

Touya leads you to the connecting bathroom to wash you up, he starts up the shower to bring it to the right temperature while you take the time of taking your dress off. It drops to a heap on the floor and you sigh at your own appearance in the mirror, admiring your reflection but hating the feel of blood beginning to crust brown on your skin as it dries. Touya brought a small bag of your toiletries knowing how unwilling you are to use the soaps and shampoos provided by the hotels you stay at.

You’ve made Touya into someone that gets off on watching you torture and kill people, completely against the credo of a hero, but also into this caring man that he never thought he could be. He shows it on how he washes you off, the temperature of the shower exactly to your liking even though it’s just a touch too hot for him. He’s gentle in how he cleans you up, makes sure not to miss a single spot as he rubs a washcloth over you that has your favorite body wash lathered into the fabric. Taking care of you has become part of his purpose in life and Touya wouldn’t wish he had a different life at all because this is perfect.

When you’re washed clean, you’re moved to the tub that’s filled with clear, warm water. The water sloshes in the porcelain as you ride Touya’s cock, hips moving sensually as you keep your hands braced on the edge and soft little moans spill from your lips. “Your dick always feels bigger in me whenever we do this.” you giggle as you grind yourself in his lap. “You always gets so excited when this happens.”

“And you, doll, are always wetter and tighter when this happens.” Touya shoots back. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, feeling your soft mound and can’t help slapping it a little just to watch it jiggle from the impact. Your pussy clenches briefly around him and you still concentrate on your movements. Soft words echo into the bathroom, words like ‘I love this’ and ‘I’m so happy’ are a complete opposite from your activities from before. But what happened in the bedroom stays there and what’s happening in the tub is what’s more important now.

Touya sometimes wonders if you can see the hearts in his eyes when he looks at you, because he can certainly see yours.

You’re spearing yourself on his cock, more aggressive as the water in the tub begins to slosh over the edge and onto the white tiles of the bathroom. Your head thrown back and eyes to the ceiling, you’re losing yourself on him and thinking back to the girl you just killed. The adrenaline of the kill spikes in you and instead of sensual, you want to get fucked as meaningless as Touya did to that girl. “How’d you fuck her? Better not have fucked her like you liked her.”

“Course not doll, would never…” Touya groans.

“Show me how you fucked her.”

And the flip switches per your command, Touya lifts you off his cock and turns you around to be put on your hands and knees. You brace the edge of the tub as your hips are pulled back, exhaling shakily as his thick cock breaches you from behind. Being with Touya feels like coming home, being able to unwind and let your shoulders pop as tension is lifted away and you become enraptured in your own little world with him. You curse quietly at first as he sets the pace behind you, a slow tempo at first and it irritates you because you know that he did not fuck that other girl soft like this. But when you turn your head back to yell at him, he thrusts forward roughly and the complaint is wiped away and only your sweet moans are fucked out of you.

The water splashes when Touya’s hips meet your ass, watching as the flesh bounces and jiggles with every impact. He fucked that girl the very last time in this position, doggy style and not wanting to see her face so that he could bliss himself out thinking of you. Truth is Touya can’t fuck you exactly how he fucked that girl, there’s too much love there for you, but he can at least fuck you close enough where you get the idea. That it’s impersonal and means nothing, that’s how it always was with those girls before you and the ones he fucks to lead them to their deaths by your hand.

“Ah! Ah f-fuck! Sh-Shit Touya!” you whine and struggle to keep yourself braced against the tub. But you can’t help leaning your chest further down the water, more than half of it sloshed out the tub due to the rigorous fucking, arching your back more for your lover and presenting your ass to him. Touya leans more over you to take advantage of the position, to fuck you in that angle that he knows that you love and his cock can reach inside you and drive you fucking wild until you’re cumming too much that you beg him that you can’t handle it.

Your little sobs turn him on because as much as you loved the power you held with your quirk in that bedroom not too long ago, you love to also relinquish that power over to him every single time when it’s all said and done. You have no means of defending yourself when there’s no weapons for you to grab and use your quirk but there’s no need to, because Touya’s never had to use his quirk on you before.

His fingers touch a part of your hip and feels the differences of a healed scar versus smooth skin.

Scratch that, he’s used his quirk on you once.

Touya pulls out of you and you curse at him, beg for him back inside you but he pulls you up by your bicep, throws down a towel on the floor where the bathtub water splashed over the edge because god forbid either of you fall and break something on wet tile. And he puts you against the bathroom countertop, the edge of it pressed into your lower back as Touya lifts one leg of yours and holds it by the back of your knee. You’re sure to brace your hands on the bathroom marble, your head falling back when Touya sinks himself into you again and your eyes cross for a few seconds.

And he fucks into you, this time you’re like a rag doll as you let Touya unleash his own pent up energy into your cunt. It’s wet and squelching down there, turquoise blue glancing down to the ring of cream around his cock and he hisses out a drawn out, “Fuck…!” You can’t stop gushing for him, your sobs and praise for how good he is fuels him. His eyes are then drawn to the scar on your hip and he touches it delicately at first before grabbing your hand and having you trace the scar that he gave you.

The fucking brand that you begged him to give you after you declared your love for him.

“This’ll show that I’m yours forever.”

His name right there on your hip, burned by a special fire that emitted from his palms and even surprised him. Touya knows that you’re one of a kind to awaken a different fire within him, that you affected him both inside and his quirk as well. You accepted the pain of it, you wanted it after all, crying and gritting your teeth as hot pain seared into your skin. And the wound took a while to heal but you took it like a champ, you had your own light scarring in your skin when you overused your quirk too much but this one you’d love forever.

His name right there on your hip and only for him to see.

Just like how only this side of you is for Touya.

“Look at me right here doll, look at me.” he commands you, his hips unfaltering in pace as he continues to fuck into you. Your head lazily comes forward and you use the arm still braced on the countertop to pull him closer to you, sighing as you’re hiked up against the countertop a little higher and hang onto Touya. “You’re my fucked up little doll, aren’t ya? No one has a clue what goes in that pretty head ‘cept for me.”

“Y-yeah, only you Touya.” you whimper out as you curl your arms around his neck to hold him closer. “‘M the only one for you, I’m yours…”

Such a dreamy sigh from your pretty lips, he almost wanted to kiss you. But Touya encourages you to talk more, he wants to hear all your nasty and heartfelt thoughts about him. He’s the only person you can be one hundred percent honest with no matter what. “I fuckin’ love you Touya, love you… love you so damn much! Wish you weren’t a hero sometimes so tha’ I can keep you inside me—fuck —keep your big cock in me!”

“It’s so fuckin’ soft inside you babydoll, goddamn look at you…” he’s so in awe, all this sentimental and mushy shit that only you bring out in him. Touya’s so lovesick for you that he feels like it’s just not possible for him to fall for anyone else. Your pussy is clenching around him with those velvety, soft walls and gushing wet every time he fucks up into you. When he presses balls deep into you, you ooze for him and cream around his dick that drives Touya wild and makes him feel like he’s going to bust early. Your pussy is like heroin to him, he feels so addicted and doesn’t ever wanna quit being inside you.

Your hand touches the back of his neck and pulls him down for a smothering, messy kiss. The two of you are chasing your highs, doesn’t matter that the your tongues are uncoordinated and your teeth clash a little, neither of you is trying to make this moment beautiful.

It’s raw desire.

“Fuckin’ hell you’re all mine and I’ll kill any motherfucker that wants you.” Touya growls when he pulls away from the kiss and he pummels your insides with his cock. He knows that the likelihood of you leaving is low but he wants feed his own fantasy, satisfy the bloodlust he wishes he could indulge in but can’t. So he talks like this and imagines it in his head, any man that comes near you he incinerates with his flames to stake his claim because there will be no one after him. He’s your end all, the last partner you are ever going to have in your life. “Ya hear me doll, I’d fuckin’ kill for you.”

Such violent words bloom a soft sentiment inside your heart, you hiss out a drawn out ‘Yes!’ and hold Touya tighter and egg him on. “Yeah baby? You’d kill for me? Kill for your babydoll?”

And Touya goes on to describe how he’d kill for you, how he’d torture and maim with his quirk and becomes more feral the more he goes on. He fucks you hard against the countertop that has you scratching and clawing at his back, has you crying and screaming over how good you’re getting fucked. That as rough as it is and almost feels he’s fucking you like he hates you, there’s still love underneath and he could never fuck you as if you were the random whores from back then.

He’s long dropped your leg from his hold and you’ve wrapped it around his hips while your other leg can barely keep you balanced on the ground. You’ve let Touya take control and drink in the desires he wishes that he could fulfill, desires that you’ve been doing for years and were happy to bring Touya along as long as he never betrayed you.

You know he won’t, he’s too in love with you and too in love with fucking your cunt to ever entertain the thought.

Does he piss you off on purpose sometimes? Does he get on your nerves when he gets too teasing? Does he infuriate you that he always chooses beautiful, pretty girls to fuck around with and then let you have your revenge by killing them?

Yes to all of the above.

But Touya cares for you when it’s all said and done, pampers you and croons sweet words to you that he hasn’t said for anyone else, caters to you because no one else could get him so weak the way you make him.

“T-Touya, ‘m gonna cum! Wanna cum for you Touya!” you sob into his neck, the coil inside your tummy growing tighter and waiting to release.

“Fuckin’ hold it, not yet!” Touya growls, “You cum when I tell you to, understand?”

Your curse at him and tell him that you could kill him for ordering you around like that because you’re not used to being told to hold back your orgasms on command. Nevertheless you do listen to him and try to hold on the best you can. Although when Touya bites down hard on your neck, you transfer the pain over to him and he feels it instead and it makes his hips stutter into you and almost cums on the spot.

“Spiteful bitch!” Touya cusses you out. He lifts you to fully sit on the countertop and roughly pushes you back that makes the back of your head slam against the mirror but thankfully no cracks against it. Your legs are roughly spread open after you’re pulled towards Touya with your ass hanging off the edge, his cock thrusts into you without any warning and your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

“P-Please Touya, jus’ wanna cum for you!” you whimper. Your hands find his on your hips and you grasp his wrists needing to feel a sense of security as he roughly fucked you. He’s got his hand over the scar on your hip, his name, and you just feel the barest brush of his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. No matter how hard Touya fucks his cock into you, there’s always that barest touch of love that is there.

Touya shakes off your hand on his wrist and directs it to your clit, tells you to touch yourself for him and keep talking.

You’re babbling about your love for him, how good it feels to get his cock in you, you start begging and pleading to just finally let you fall over the edge and just fucking cum already!

It’s overwhelming as you touch your clit coupled with the rough way Touya moves inside you, your pussy is overwhelmed and you choke out, “Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!”

Your body tenses and the peak of your high crashes into you as Touya watches from his point and continues to fuck into your fluttering little hole. He grins like a loon as fluids squirt all over his lower stomach and cock and moves into overtime. “Fuck, goddamn I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard ‘cause of you! You gonna take all this cum, yeah doll? Take it all in that tight, little pussy of yours?” Touya asks you but he knows right now that you’re incapable of speech. You can only muster jittery little nods as you brace your hands on the countertop and the only sounds you make are the moans Touya continues to fuck out of you. “Keep the pain to yourself this time.”

Touya pulls you up enough and hugs you to him so that he can lean down and bite you again. No pain blooms on his shoulder and he’s glad that you listened this time, your legs kicking out in reaction to the pain from his bite. He groans and holds you tight as his cock twitches and finally releases into you, painting you white inside and letting his own tension finally snap.

In the aftermath of an intense orgasm and mind blowing sex, you and Touya just hold each other while you gather your breaths. You turn your head away from Touya’s and look over at the bathroom door, it wasn’t completely shut and you can see just a peek into the bedroom.

It’s gonna be such a bitch to clean all that up.

You and Touya take another bath for actual leisure, sitting across from one another instead of in each other’s arms, you’ve got your legs pulled to your chest while he’s leaning against the tub with one leg propped up and the other stretched towards you. And you two make small talk about how his work was that day and if you did anything at the house, all domestic small talk between a couple, it’s almost as though one of you didn’t just murder someone in the other room and you didn’t fuck the shit out of each other from the adrenaline rush.

And while the two of you are drying off and putting on the spare clothes Touya brought, you look over to him and ask, “So that’s how you fucked her? Exactly like how we did?”

There you go again, looking to start another fight.

“C’mon (Name), you know when my demonstration of how I fucked that rando girl ended and when I started fucking you for us began.” Touya sighs out as he dries his hair with a towel. “Let’s not do this, we had a good time okay?”

When the two of you are dressed in spare clothes, you and Touya look at the dead body in the bed and feel exhausted at the thought of cleaning up. He’s stuffed your tattered dress into his bag to dispose of it later and starts to pull on gloves but then you tell him not to bother. “I can’t stand looking at her face, she’s still way too pretty even though she’s gone now. I want you to burn it, I don’t her to be recognizable.”

“Doll, I can’t burn the body in this room without alerting the entire hotel.” Touya scoffs but the mention of it gets his heart rate going. “We need to be cleaner than that.”

“Then fuck it, burn this entire place to the ground. There’s probably a few rapists or human traffickers in here somewhere that deserve to die.” You shrug your shoulders as you zip up the hoodie that was brought for you. “C’mon, I know you want to. There’s barely any staff here, we can’t filter in and out this room to clean up, and it’ll be so much easier. Even if they do trace the fire back to a quirk user, there’s hundreds of other people out there that can use fire also. Your quirk is not unique Touya, it’s just stronger than everybody else’s.”

Touya puts the gloves back inside the bag and considers it; he had scoped out this hotel just a few weeks ago to get to know the layout and blindspots, routed the best path to not be found and the alternates too. Usually there’s no cameras within proximity of love hotels to keep anonymity and he decides that it would be best if you left the hotel first and be out of range before he joins you.

So he decides ‘fuck it’ and opens his palm, instead of the regular fire that he inherited from Endeavor, a blue flame flicks brightly that reflects his excited emotions.

Meeting you manifested this blue fire that Dabi didn’t know that he had; the blue fire that he used to brand his name into your skin.

“Easy babe, I know you’re excited but that would make this incident stand out even more. Bring it down a level okay?”

You’re right, Touya didn’t tell anyone about this new fire that awakened in him and he didn’t plan on telling anyone about it soon. He’s mulled it over if he should introduce it into his hero work, especially to stand apart from Shouto who inherited both fire and ice from old mom and dad, but he was still iffy.

The bright blue fire is brought down to a glowing orange and red.

Touya has you take the bag after disguising your appearance, tells you which street to meet you at once he’s finished setting the hotel ablaze. The body is the first to burn, as per your request, so Touya makes quick work of going to different corners of the hotel to set it on fire before moving to the exterior. And by the time he meets you at the corner, he ushering you away from the hotel that’s now burning brightly and the most nearby heroes are attempting to put out the flames.

In the backyard of the house, Touya builds a small fire and burns the gifted dress while you sigh sadly at the sight. You watch the fabric curl and burn away, your heart heavy that such a beautiful piece wouldn’t be worn by again you. Touya offers to buy you the same dress again when he sees how upset you are over it but you shake your head and just tell him to not get you something as nice for next time.

“I’m getting cold so I’m gonna head inside, don’t stay out for too long okay?” you tell him before kissing his cheek to go back inside the house. “Love you.”

“Love you too doll, I’ll meet you in there shortly.” Touya says as you walk away. The bag that he brought with him is sitting by his feet and he kneels down to it to fetch a pack of cigarettes that he knows he stuffed in there somewhere. He feels his knuckle bump hard against the knife you had used earlier and pushed it away. And he feels something soft, nothing of yours that he recognizes he packed inside and he unzips the top completely to look in and see what he was touching.

Touya frowns at what he finds.

A single red feather.

He picks it up and holds it in between his thumb and forefinger, looks at it displeasingly. He wonders if he should speak to the feather, knowing that Hawks can interpret the vibrations if he’s close enough. Touya thinks on it before he finally says, “You better watch yourself.”

The red fire is burned away by his blue flame, gone in a matter of seconds and merely ashes that blow in the wind.

And he walks back inside where you sit on the couch with that same throw blanket over your legs just like the other day. The news is playing about the mysterious love hotel fire, the reported number of bodies found so far and the question of how the fire had started in the first place. Touya will tell you about his find later on but not right now, he wants to enjoy the day for what it was and worry about problems tomorrow.

Touya sits next to you and pulls you in to curl against his body, you’re asking what’s for dinner and what could deliver this late at night since neither of you are up for cooking again. You and Touya look the part of a normal couple, living in domesticity and bickering lightly about which takeout would be superior for the evening while mentioning about the upcoming dinner with the parents.

“I still think you could choose someone less pretty next time.” you say over takeout food for the second night in a row.

“Yes babydoll, I’ll keep that in mind.”

For now, Touya can only think how grateful he is to have met you and have you, to be the one to hold you and be the only person to know what your quirk is. He’ll worry about the possibility of what that red feather might have heard but for now, Touya ignores it to keep the peace for the night and to keep you happy.

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