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Merry Pitchmas @anotherbechloeshipper !!

Had so much fun writing this one, hope you enjoy it :)

Title: In From the Snow

Pairing: Bechloe

Chapters: 1/1

Wordcount: 2943

Summary: Beca didn’t anticipate making many friends her freshman year, much less become best friends with one Chloe Beale. When a snow storm ruins both their plans to travel home, they get to spend some quality time together. Beca thinks this might be her best chance to tell the other girl how she feels.

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Beca stared gloomily at the large flakes falling outside her dorm window.

There was no way her old Camry would be able drive more than ten miles an hour in these conditions. The forecast said “heavy snow”, but she didn’t realize it’d be this bad.

She totally would have left a few days earlier if she didn’t have a final scheduled for the absolute last day of the semester. It’s not like she was super excited about heading back home either, but she knew her dad and step mom would give her shit for it.

She sighed. Might as well text them now to rip off that band-aid.

Shortly after she sent the message, she heard a knock on her opened door.

“Hey, you’re still here!”

In the doorway stood Chloe Beale, undoubtedly the coolest person on their dorm floor. Beca (to her surprise) got along with most of the people on her floor, but something about Chloe specifically drew her in.

Admittedly, she found the other girl annoying at first, as she seemed like the high school girls that were fake nice just to talk about you behind your back. She soon learned, though, that Chloe was the real deal.

But not of course before giving her a hard time for a couple of months. Frustratingly, but thankfully, Chloe was incredibly persistent. Beca hadn’t really expected to make so many friends, intending to keep her head down and make her way through, but everyone grew on her. Especially Chloe.

“Yeah, unfortunately still here.” Beca replied. “Wanted to drive out today but doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen.”

Chloe invited herself in and hopped onto Beca’s bed. She hummed in understanding. “I just got back from the store and driving was for sure a struggle. Definitely would not recommend.”

“Great. You’re staying here too, then?”

“Yep! Which means you get to spend time with little ol’ me.” She propped her head on her hands. “Any plans for the day?”

There wasn’t really a Plan B since she didn’t expect her driving-back-home Plan A to not work out. “Not really, probably just gonna work on some mixes.”

“Can I join?”

“Yes, please make it a little less sad that I’m stuck here on Christmas Eve.”

“Sweet, I’ll be back.” Chloe slid off the bed and make her way out the room. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

Beca just rolled her eyes and started setting up her laptop.

Chloe came back moments later with her sketchbook and colored pencils, and settled on Beca’s roommate’s bed. Both of them were friends with Stacie, so they knew she wouldn’t mind her bed being used.

They passed time peacefully like this for a couple of hours, each doing their separate thing.

Beca was so engrossed in her music that she doesn’t notice Chloe call out her name until the other girl waved at her to get her attention.

She slipped off her headphones. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking about getting some food soon. You in?”

The hunger hit her stomach now that food was mentioned. “Yeah, I could eat. Where at?” Though the dorms stayed open, dining halls were closed. There were plenty of places nearby though, and many of whom delivered. They went back and forth suggesting restaurants until Chloe looked like she had an epiphany. “We should go to that new ramen place!”

Beca’s immediate reaction was to pout, as they didn’t deliver. Chloe laughed.

“Oh come on, it’s a five minute walk, max. You big baby.” Chloe playfully poked her cheek. “Plus it’s super pretty outside.”

“And it’s super warm inside.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “I’m going with or without you.”

The ultimatum was effective. Beca grumbled but put her coat on anyways. The reluctance was really just all show, as she would probably walk naked into a freezing lake for the other girl.

Snow was steadily falling outside, blanketing all the surfaces in a thick layer of white. Campus was quiet, as most of the students had already left for the holidays. It was both eerie and calming. The absence of drunk frat guys yelling, though, was definitely a plus.

“Okay I admit, it is pretty outside.” But you’re prettier. The automatic thought was so cheesy she almost threw up a bit in her mouth. Since when did she think such gross things? She could practically see Stacie smirking annoyingly at her.

Chloe grinned in victory, and Beca’s heart swooped.

Her brain definitely wasn’t lying though: Chloe was undoubtedly beautiful. The snowflakes in Chloe’s hair contrasted perfectly with the red color, making her look like some sort of magazine model. It felt kind of unfair that she could exist like that and not know what she was doing to poor Beca’s soul.

—

When the waitress asked if they needed one or two checks, Chloe replied “just one” before Beca could get a word in.

As the waitress walked away, Beca sent a questioning look to the redhead.

Chloe shrugged, “It’s easier for them to just run a single card.” Beca offered to pay her back, but she insisted it to be a holiday present. If Beca didn’t know better, she would have swore it was a date.

They were on their way back to the dorms when Beca felt something hit the back of her head.

She whipped around. “Hey!”

Chloe was already packing another snowball, clearly out for blood. She quickly launched that one too, which Beca barely managed to sidestep. She bent down to create her own snow projectile.

Chloe began to run away to get out of range, so Beca went to chase her. Unfortunately, Beca slipped on the snow and fell. Chloe was immediately at her side. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

The snow cushioned her fall pretty well, but Beca didn’t want to give that away just yet. She faked a grimace. “I think I broke my leg.”

“Oh shit.” Chloe furrowed her eyebrows in worry. “I’m so sorry I-“

Beca felt too bad that she immediately stopped her. “I’m joking, I’m actually fine.”

It took a moment to register, and then Chloe slapped her on the arm. “You scared me!”

Beca rubbed the spot where she was hit. “Ok now I actually have to go to the hospital.”

Chloe just slapped her arm again, before offering a hand to pull her up. Beca took it but didn’t get up. Chloe looked confused as Beca smirked, and then pulled the other girl down into the snow with her. She fell on her face in the fresh snow with a satisfying poof.

“Oh my god, you asshole.” Chloe laughed after pulling her face up, and shoved at the other girl, who was still laying in the snow.

“Chlo you have a beard.” Beca was practically wheezing at the sight of Chloe having snow stuck all over her face. “Still hot though.”

Chloe modeled it, striking poses and getting up to walk down an imaginary runway, while Beca yelled after her, hyping her up.

They messed around in the snow for a while longer, then took the long way back. Beca considered complaining about the cold and wet seeping in, but Chloe just looked so happy. Plus, it really was nice outside. Walking with Chloe in the peace of campus was a moment Beca wanted to keep tucked in her pocket forever.

—

After getting back, they went to take showers (separately) to warm themselves up, deciding to reconvene later in Chloe’s room. Beca sat on her bed with her hair in a towel, scrolling through her phone. She opened a message from Stacie, who was definitely one of her best friends in college so far. She flew out a couple of days ago and told Beca not to “get too freaky” while she was gone. Beca practically shoved her out the door.

Stacie [6:31 pm]: You make it home?

Beca [7:13 pm]: No, stuck here. Stupid snow.

A reply immediately came in.

Stacie [7:13 pm]: Ugh that sucks, are you by yourself then?

Beca hesitated on what exactly to say, knowing Stacie would immediately make fun of her for the truth.

Beca [7:15 pm]: Not exactly…..Chloe is also still here

Stacie [7:16 pm]: !!!!!!!!!!

Stacie [7:16 pm]: BECA

Stacie [7:16 pm]: THIS IS YOUR CHANCE

Beca [7:17 pm]: Dude she doesn’t like me

Stacie [7:18 pm]: Do NOT bother coming back to campus if you don’t shoot your shot right now

Stacie [7:19 pm]: Joking but also not

Stacie [7:19 pm]: She hangs out w you all the time. She actually listens to your music recs. Plz do something.

Stacie [7:20 pm]: Ok talk later family is calling for dinner, good luck!!!!!

Beca [7:21 pm]: ??? I’m going to ignore that you basically implied not listening to any of the music I’ve suggested

She fell back onto her bed. She wanted to make a move, and she did feel like there could be something between them. However, each time Chloe was nice to someone else, she got psyched out believing that Chloe was always just being platonically nice to her. No flirting involved.

With each passing day, though, it became harder to deny she wanted her. And how badly she did. She caught herself staring a bit too long, and hung endlessly on the small touches Chloe would always do. A brush of the finger here, and a hair tucked behind an ear there. Beca thought some days she might explode.

She texted Chloe to ask if she was ready yet.

Chloe [7:25 pm]: Sorry got distracted!! Hopping in the shower now.

With the extra time, Beca decided to finish the mix she was working on earlier that day. There was something off about it that she couldn’t quite figure out, but coming back to it now, she figured out what it was missing. She listened to it a few times to make sure she was really happy with it before mastering it.

A text came in from Chloe, letting her know she could come over whenever.

Beca quickly added the song to a USB which already contained many music files, then placed the drive into a small pink, cardboard box she got from Stacie. The box originally held a necklace, which made it the perfect size for her gift.

She stashed it in her sweater pocket then made her way to Chloe’s room in the other wing of the floor.

It was still relatively early in the night, so Chloe suggested a movie. Beca wasn’t one for movies usually, but it wasn’t like she had any better ideas.

They cuddled together on the small dorm bed in Chloe’s den of pillows, with the laptop in front of them. The movie was actually pretty good, despite all the bad decisions the main character kept making, and the fact that Beca missed half the plot due to glancing at Chloe instead, and being nervous about how close they were.

“Thoughts?” Chloe turned down the volume as the credits began to roll.

“I think she should have gone with the second guy.”

“Really? I thought he was kind of iffy.”

They proceeded have a lively discussion about the movie, with Beca continuing to argue mostly to mess with Chloe, who seemed quite adamant about the main character’s end choice of romantic partner. It ended with Chloe tickling her until Beca finally admitted her defeat.

“Okay, close your eyes.”

Beca looked at Chloe warily, still catching her breath from the tickling attack. “Um, why?”

“Just do it.”

She sighed but did as she was told.

“No peeking!”

Her index finger drew a cross above her heart, signaling her promise to not look.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

In front of her was a piece of paper carefully rolled into a tube and bound with a red bow. Beca picked it up, gingerly untying the ribbon, unraveling her gift. Her jaw dropped.

“Chloe…”

In her hands was a pencil sketch of her with headphones on, smiling and almost on the verge of laughing. Honestly, she never thought about what she looked like while she was happy. The image of herself in her mind was always some version of broody. Is this how Chloe saw her? Beca wasn’t one to usually cry, but she might have teared up a bit.

“This is…incredible.”

Chloe looked kind of nervous. The same way that Beca was protective of showing others her music, Chloe was hesitant to show much of her art. “You like it?”

“Dude I love it. Seriously.” That reassurance seemed to put Chloe at ease. “Okay, your turn to close your eyes.”

Chloe did it without hesitation, and also held out her hands. Beca shook her head a bit in amusement and placed the small box into her palm.

“Okay, open.”

She opened her eyes and lifted the lid of the box to find a black USB drive, with a piece of tape on the side simply labeled “For Chloe”.

Her smile widened as she realized what her present was. “Do I get to finally listen to your music?”

“Maybe.”

“It means a lot, Beca. Thank you.”

“Um yeah, no problem. Don’t tell me if you end up thinking it’s bad.” She joked.

“Oh please, you’re going to have to block me with how many good things I’ll say.”

“Don’t tempt me, I might delete your contact right now.”

Chloe laughed. “Oh please, like you could last a day without me. Also, I actually have another present for you.” She scotched a bit closer to Beca.

“Oh,” Beca furrowed her eyebrows. “Well, I don’t have anything el-“

She was swiftly cut off as Chloe kissed her, soft and sweet. So polite and unassuming it almost felt platonic.

But god did it give Beca butterflies.

Chloe pulled away so quickly that Beca wasn’t sure it even happened. Like maybe she just daydreamed too hard and manifested a hallucination.

She must have had a deer in the headlights look because Chloe suddenly got super shy. “Was that okay?” She whispered, face still close.

Beca finally came to her senses. “Yeah, totally. More than okay. Amazing really.” She must look like a blushing mess.

The corner of Chloe’s mouth quirked up in amusement and relief. “Yeah?”

“Still could be better, though.” Good work Beca, make a joke to regain some semblance of having her shit together.

“Oh?” She watched Chloe lick her lips, a mesmerizing motion. The shyness was all but gone, replaced by something much more confident, and destined to ruin Beca’s life. And she knew she’d welcome it with open arms.

—

Beca woke up in the morning to the light touch of fingers trailing along her jaw. She smiled, remembering where she was, and more importantly, who was besides her. She probably had the best night of sleep in her life. “Can’t keep your hands off of me, Beale?” She asked, keeping her eyes closed.

“Are you going to try and stop me?” Chloe whispered. Her raspy morning voice was really so damn attractive.

She opened one eye, smiling. “I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.” Chloe leaned in for a long kiss, the hand on her face pulling Beca closer. Her breath hitched. She didn’t think she could ever get used to this. Kissing Chloe Beale. Touching her.

She pulled away all too soon, just as Beca began to want her even more. Beca was quickly learning how much of a tease Chloe was.

“i’m going to get ready, and then maybe we can go get breakfast somewhere?”

“Or…we can stay in bed all day.”

Chloe giggled, and Beca almost professed her love. “Becs, both of us gotta head home.”

“Do we though?”

Chloe just smiled as she slipped out of bed and grabbed her toothbrush and face towel. Before she was completely out the door, she gave her butt a little shake, as if she could tell Beca was staring at her clad in a large t-shirt and sleep shorts. Beca was sure Chloe was smirking as she did it.

As soon as she was out of sight, Beca grabbed her phone from the desk. A text from her dad and a couple from Stacie. She opened the messages from the latter.

Stacie [11:13 pm]: How’d it go?

Stacie [11:30 pm]: I’m assuming the silence is a good thing and ur just too busy making out with Chloe to reply ;)

Beca typed out a quick message.

Beca [9:30 am]: So…..

Stacie [9:30 am]: THIS BETTER BE GOOD NEWS

Beca [9:31 am]: How do you keep replying so quickly??

Stacie [9:31 am]: How about you stop avoiding

Beca thought of the million different things she could say, but opted for simplicity.

Beca [9:32 am]: :)

Stacie [9:33 am]: Is that good

Stacie [9:33 am]: Beca is that good

Stacie [9:34 am]: ?????

She set her phone down, feeling giddy. It might have been a bit cruel to leave Stacie hanging, but she’d get over it. She’d get the full story eventually, but right now, Beca wanted to keep as much of this thing with Chloe to herself as possible. Definitely not like a shameful secret, though.

Something about telling someone about it, however vaguely, made last night and this morning seem actually real. She had this feeling deep in her chest that this was the start of something incredible, which made her both excited and a bit scared. Ok a lot scared. Terrified even.

It sucked that they’d have be apart right as they were starting something. Winter break couldn’t be over soon enough.

#bechloe #merry pitchmas 2020 #pitchmas 2020 #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #stacie conrad #college AU #snowed in #fic #anotherbechloeshipper

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issasama · 3 years

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-Under the Wraps-

BNHA BoysXGN Reader

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“Sticks n’ stones may break my bones but Chains and Whips Excite Me.”-Rihanna💜

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Warning: MAJOR SMUTT, Aged Up(18+)!!GN’ Reader!! Angst, Restraining, Degradation Kinks, etc.

Characters: KirishimaXReader, ShinsouXReader, DabiXreader, AizawaXReader

Summ: *Insert Boy* wanted to try restraining you and you had it on your mind anyway so you didn’t hesitate to let him have some fun~🙆🏽‍♀️🌸

Code Words: Y/N=Your Name, E/C= Eye Color, S/C=Skin Color, L/N= Last Name

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Kirishima Eijiro

Holy shit, honestly you didn’t even see him as the type to do that

Probably tried practicing asking you as a scenario in his head multiple times

Definitely had a confident outside but was secretly ready to have a heart attack on the inside(probably did)

“Hey...erm-I have a question. Can we try restraining the next time we have sex?”

He swore he’d try to be gentle since whenever you guys do it his quirk activates when he cums and he ends up breaking the bed or the frame or wall—

Yeah bad habits—But aye he’s trying

So you decided to give it a shot cause it was a thought in the back of your mind already too anyway

Ohhhh shit..Now sis sit down n’ lemme tell you-

“Please please please...Eijiro” the incoherent words fumbling out of your mouth as you’re fucked dumb. Hands in cuffs as your legs are somewhat tied giving you movement but not enough. “Shit y/n, pretty little pussy is so wet..you like being tied up like this don’t you?” A harsh slap to your ass waiting for a reply..”Ah, y..yes daddy..Please please don’t stop” you already came twice but that wasn’t enough for him.

Just one more time, he wanted to hear your inaudible screams and feel you clamp down around his length as you came undone for him. Shit the thought of it messing with his head. He leaned down, mouth to ear..”Come on baby, I know you’ve got one more in there for me let it out” you squeal at the sudden warmth against your face. “Eijiro-“ your eyes swell up with tears at the overstimulation of his hand on your puffy clit...”I’m right here babe, come on y/n..cum for me” as if on cue with his demand you came. Covering both his cock and his hand with your cum..”Fuck yeah..s-shit” throwing his head back he reached his high right after.. Looking down to meet your tired form before placing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Thank you pebble, now let’s get you cleaned up and treated” voice soothing as you managed to form a smile. "You're so perfect for me.. my little pebble." ❤️

Shinsou Hitoshi

You see how in the picture above ☝🏽, he got on the scarf

Yeah that’s what he used to restrain you

And it’s so fucking evil cause the material is so gentle and comforting but how it’s wrapped around your neck and tits makes it unbearable to escape from

He didn’t really ask-? He just did it and waited for a sign that said “Please continue” which is what he got

After all you guys have a safe-word so he knows his boundaries/limitations during intimacy

Although sometimes he gets a bit feral 🙆🏽‍♀️

“Fuck Kitten, you’re gonna make me lose my mind if you keep squeezing my cock like that” Shinsou’s low grunt filling up the room

You didn’t expect for it to get so good, just a little bondage but not to the point where you felt you were gonna burst

“Please please please, don’t stop” the only sentence you could coherently say that night as his hips rut into you

Bruises and Marks cover what used to be your delicate s/c skin

“Yeah, ngh, you like that?”

“Like how I’m fucking you so good and you can’t even do anything about it”

“Come on say something y/n”

No response as he reaches down to leave sloppy figure 8’s on your sensitive clit

That burning feeling rising once more as you felt yourself about to lose it

“Ah..shit shit shit-, Shinsou please w..wait”

Grinning he ignored your request going faster

“M’ gonna c...cum..M’ gonna cum!!”

Bending down he kissed you, sloppy kisses and lewd noises filled the room as you reached you soaked his hand up to his wrist(not that minded)

“S..shit, you’re so fucking wet”

“Sadly for you, I haven’t came yet.”

Keeping up his pace as you were trying to calm down from your high

“Kitten” 💜

Todoroki Touya

This bitch—

This Mf gonna manipulate you into doing it (Not that you minded)

But this burnt purple grape gonna start talking about some “I’m gonna wrap you up all pretty for me, yeah? Fuck you dumb while you can’t even do anything about it”

Not even begging to, just saying he’s going to do it

Honesty he enjoys it, like every bit of it

The type to probably forget you’re tired for a second ad debate on keeping you that way for a little longer

He knows not to hurt you I mean how could he hurt his little baby?

But he’s such a bitch 😭🙌🏽, like mans went feral on dat ass-

“Hey why are you-“ that’s one handcuff on your left wrist and seconds after now the right. “Dabi, what do you think you’re doing?” You weren’t able to get the rest of your protests out before he quickly had your hands behind your hand, wrists pinned, and back arched. “Told you already, m’ gonna wrap you up all pretty for me” you were ready to argue but you bit your lip at the sudden feeling of his cock rubbing against your ass, that’s when he spit on it and you lost it. Head thrown back as he slid himself into you, merciless speed before he grabbed a hold of your hair and just fucked you like it was the last thing he’d get to do, the last thing he wanted to do. “Ah, fuck please..f..faster-“, words fumbled out of your mouth with a quick sharp reply..”Shut up, I’ll fuck you how I want” he snarled at you as he continued to leave harsh slaps on your ass, mark after mark, and you loved it.

“Shit you’re pussy sucking me so well babe, you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you? Waiting for me to stuff you with me cock huh you needy little whore?” You whined at his names and tightened around him giving him the cue that you were enjoying this..”Yeah-fuck, you like that?” a harsh slap leaving your ass red n’ bruised as he waited for an answer. “Ngh-y..yes, fuck fuck fuck..m’ cumming!!” Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you soaked his cock and wrist with your juices. “Good fucking girl, ooh shit. Feels so fucking good, clampn’ down on me like that” you let other breathy sighs as your eyes filled with tears once his pace quickened before he grabbed your hair and lifted your head up to see fresh tears stroll down your face. “Sadly for you, I haven’t cum yet..

Slut”🖤

Aizawa Shota

Okay we all have to agree he's a bit soft about it at first until you start teasing

Just like Shinsou he uses his scarf but wouldn't mind ropes, handcuffs, etc.

Honestly was NOT expecting for you to bring it up so casually

"Hey Shota?"

"Yes, what is it y/n?"

"Can we try bondage??"

Mans was so caught off gaurd his frontal lobe was reloading the minute you asked

He thought you meant right away which led to this....

"S..shota!! What are you doing?" as much as you wanted to stop him you couldn't, hands behind your head as his leg was fitting snug between yours

"Didn't you want this, kitten?" his face smug as he lowered himself down, breath hitching agaisnt your skin

"Well yeah, b..but we could have done it later sho-" your words cut off with a deep kiss, your heart sunk at his touch

Without even realizing your hands were in cuffs as he tore away at your clothing

"Damn.." he paused admiring your figure, the way your waist curved out towards your hips, your perfect breasts nice and curved

He grinned before leaning down and sucking on one of your nipples while his other hand ran down your leg to find you inner thigh

As a result you closed your legs on him, causing him to let out a slight huff of annoyance as he used his scarf to keep your legs open

"Try that one more time kitten and I promise these legs won't be the only thing ruined and bruised"

Well now what? All you could do was lay there and submit to his words and actions

Not that you minded..your moans were enough of a sentence for him

"S..shota-"

"Fuck the way you say my name..I can't wait to leave you all messy for me..

Brat"

-The End-

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fmdjoosungarchive · 2 years

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flower irl wasnt promoted,,, obvs, so i had to put a touch more thought into stage outfits than i might otherwise. one of these is stolen from a backup dancer, and i feel it is my duty to let everyone know the gold suit has a cape and i Insist sung wear it. that fit altogether must be hard to dance in so i’m sure sung only wore it once, but it is top tier and Needs to exist. lighter fits would have the mirror press ons, and darker ones would have gold or black press ons. all the eye makeup would be darker colors tho, and heavy every day. basc bc there’s not a Whole lot of fits to go off of, sung would be making new outfits by taking this off or adding this on (like the fur leaving the red suit, or the underground?? outfits) also to b unoriginal i’ll go ahead n say he had blue hair this era. makes sense w the whole sad boi vibes of in sensitivity lmao

【✧】━━━━━ ♥ s o l o d e b u t p l a y l i s t ♥ ━━━━━【✧】

since in sensitivity has changed a bit, i wanted to mark out what the new version of this time period was like. the biggest thing that’s stayed the same is that the time period of abt a month n a half before in sensitivity came out were hectic. not anticipating a solo, but having asked to write his own music, there was a flurry to come up with enough tracks to hand to the company, and hence why the bsides were mostly instrumental. the high tempo throughout the playlist reflects that. the biggest change is that the entirety of the era is laced with emotion. he was promoting a song he wrote, that has a deep meaning to himself. it was a very emotionally taxing time, but the type that felt satisfying after it was completed. the full lyrical content of some of these songs are quite,, dramatic,,,,, so i’ve chosen what’s best fit for sung’s specific mindset

no today by twenty one pilots

what if my dream does not happen? would i just change what i've told my friends? i don't wanna know who i would be when i wake up from a dreamer's sleep

ask by the smiths

shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you'd like to

migraine by twenty one pilots

i do not have writers block my writer just hates the clock it will not let me sleep

black tambourine by beck

we'll shake and rattle our bodies to keep it warm at night my tambourine is still shaking

everything sucks by reel big fish

she said, some day, we'll get back together maybe she said, some day, things'll be much better baby but i don't believe her

build me up buttercup by the foundations

so build me up (build me up) buttercup, don't break my heart

where is my mind? by pixies

where is my mind? way out in the water see it swimming

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location: dms building

date: september 2019

word count: 489

tldr; sung gets told he’s getting a solo debut. demi rewrites history part 2

he was being too quiet, wasn’t he? saying something in this moment would probably be best; creating an awkward moment when he should be vocally expressing his gratefulness wouldn’t be good in the long run.

then again, the others in the room didn’t seem at all bothered. they continued speaking amongst themselves like sung wasn’t there. or, perhaps, they were expecting him to keep up, to move on like the rest of them.

we want to capitalize off of his virality, so we’ll need to make this process as speedy as possible. the longer we wait, the more momentum we lose out on.

when sung was in meetings, he attempted to employ the techniques his father had taught him growing up. presentable, strong, charismatic, a leader who knew the right path to take and wouldn’t take no for an answer. none of that came naturally to sung. throughout his childhood, he struggled with the concept of being the heir to the family business because being a businessman wasn’t who he was, or someone he could see himself becoming.

under contract at gold star, sung hadn’t used enough of those techniques, and thought, even if he was faking it, doing so with dimensions might have been the right call. parents know best, right?

to a degree, sung could agree. it felt as if dimensions staff took him much more seriously than gold star staff did. however, he set an expectation for himself to accept business style discussion, and not only was he already wearing a false skin... gosh was his head swimming.

a solo debut, while quantum were still rookies, and the process was going to be a speed run. none of those thoughts made sense to him, but everyone else around the table spoke like it was an inevitability they couldn’t dare to avoid.

we’ll need to schedule a song selection meeting for tomorrow if we want to get ahead of the curve.

sung blinked, and against their better judgement, this was the moment they were able to form words. “i’d like to write my own songs, if i can.”

a beat of silence felt like a no, but sung refused to back down. one executive looked to the others before breaking, “are you certain? it’s a very selective process. we won’t be easy on you. and you’ll be promoting soon. do you have enough songs to present?”

he couldn’t have been sure of anything. every new word that came from that person’s mouth set aflame yet another worry to add to the pile. however, backing down now would only ruin his chance to get a sliver of what he wants.

sung nodded, “give me until the end of the month. i can present forty songs. i value your time as much as my own, so trust that i won’t fail.”

they needed to discuss further, yet, all sung heard in the end was, “alright, end of the month.”

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location: all around tbh

date: september & october 2019

word count: 474

tldr; sung’s journey before choreographing for flower

time was of the essence. sung couldn’t afford to take individual parts of this process step by step. with each song he created, he needed to be thinking about emotion, how difficult it might be to perform, fashion, concept, and, choreography.

when creating music usually, choreography came to mind. often, it was in the form of emotional based, very sporadic moves. taking what he was hearing and reimagining it to worm within his body was natural. here, however, he needed to lean into it even further. sung couldn’t at all be sure what dimensions would want to make his title track. he could make guesses, or have opinions on songs he might want to fight harder for when the time came, but in this flurry of songwriting, he couldn’t stop to think of the reactions in the future. what he needed was to think of every possible future, and prepare for it.

the easiest thing to do when he presented his collection of songs, all of the old, new, and renewed, was to offer his ability to choreograph for whatever the chosen title was. not only would it save the company money, which he was sure they wouldn’t look down upon, but it would also save time, especially if he already had a basis of what he might want in a choreography. creating any song meant he needed to be thinking of choreography, acting it out when he could, even if that meant taking a ten second video of himself hopping out of his recording studio chair for two moves.

he’d been warned, that the meeting to decide on the album tracks would be grueling. sung had prepared for as much, yet, still managed to feel exhausted by the time a tracklist had been finalized -a feat backwards as it was, considering they planned on reworking his tracks afterwards anyway. cutting down on time and budget meant leaning into instrumental tracks, and storing away dozens of vocal included tracks for the company database.

with so much talk down, sung had nearly forgotten. the title track, the final piece of the puzzle, “the choreography- i can create it. i’ve been thinking about it already. it’s important to me, as i’m sure it is to all of you, that i’m able to do quantum’s name proud and i believe this song can be a great opportunity to do that.”

as a pitch, it felt shaky, unrehearsed, clear how much it had been pulled straight from his head in that moment. yet, he was met with, not laughing faces, only confused ones.

the meeting leader was the one to speak up this time, with a quickness sung could only envy, “we’ll have you work with one of ours, but we would have asked you to nonetheless. it’s a good area for you to gain more experience in.”

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location: music show

date: nov 2019

word count: 417

tldr; sung’s thots before the last music show performance for in sensitivity

exhaustion didn’t feel strong enough a word to encapsulate the last couple of months. in the midst of preparation for a quantum comeback, being told he’ll have a solo debut, one that means zero break between promotion cycles, from quantum straight into promotion all on their own for the first time.

they stood, dressed in gold, breaths on a regular crunching the material, legs spread apart to lower themselves enough for the makeup artist to more easily work on him in the front, while a stylist behind him held his cape up.

sung requested from the stylist team that this outfit be saved for his last performance of flower, not only because it was the most difficult to move in, but because it also felt the most symbolic of an end result of this era. the concept for flower that the company had put together encouraged a victory of the ‘good’ king, and while sung wasn’t sure if this outfit was meant to be the good or bad side -the video had originally confused him as much as it seemed to confuse others as well- he’d like to believe it represented a trophy, not only for overcoming the hardships that the song was written about, but also the hardship of this promotion cycle.

no one in the public could know the full extent of how difficult the time period was for him, only the short descriptions he’d given about how fast the process was, and that was fine. sung didn’t need the sympathy of a faceless majority to feel proud of himself for what he had accomplished.

he could remember waiting for that first stage, how the minutes went on for hours, the hours on for days, weeks even. especially as a new debut, making a quick process wasn’t on the top of the show’s to do list, and it had felt excruciating. never considering a solo debut for himself, especially so early on, nerves had overcome him. he feared watching back his first stage, feared that he might not have been able to push through. by now, that filming was a blur. how well he did, or didn’t, had been lost to the memory shrouded in feeling, and maybe that was for the best. here, at the last performance he might have for a while, sung felt confident.

proof had come day by day, little by little. sung was capable of standing on his own, and continuing what he hoped could one day be quantum’s legacy.

#this is the level of marketing sung as sexy that he can deal w lol #aesthetic #tunes #self para #era: in sensitivity #when i was thinking abt sungs new discog i was talking to luna n was like what if sung just peaks at debut #why not #n i stand by it flower is a masterpiece

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Hi! 💋 What about a nsfw w/ bakugou where it’s Valentine’s & (quirkless) reader makes chocolates and leaves them at his work. However she forgets to leave her name so he throws them away thinking it’s from someone else. He tells her about the “anon” valentine and insults the gift.(Trying to show off his loyalty, the egoist). She cries and he,confused, goes to comfort her. When things get spicy he finds another gift under her dress. Bonus for 💕 lingerie & toys 🌹 rough Baku / quirk use 🍓cum.

Hello anon, HERE IS THE FINAL DAY OF THE EVENT. thank you to everyone who submitted. I may have energy for more I may not it really depends on my spastic ass. ENJOY!

Finally, after countless hours in the kitchen, it was done.

You step back admiring your work, the homemade box of chocolates has your own heart soaring, especially after you crafted your own molds. Intricate roses, peonies, and petunias stare back at you, petals painted in soft pastels of chocolates while the rest of the delicate square is either dark or all white chocolate.

This was one of the many times you were thankful your husband told you to stay home to work on your dream.

Your dream to be a test kitchen, to sell recipies, molds and chocolates. All sorts of things.

And it was helpful that your man was also willing to be your test subject most of the time. Today being Valentine's day was a bonus. You remove your apron, hanging it up by the kitchen door excitement thrumming through your blood as you smooth down his favorite dress you own.

The train ride seems to drag on for forever despite being only fifteen minutes away from the ominous building that scrapes the sky above you. Separating clouds as you spy his office window near the top floor.

"Stay out of my office got it?" His voice bites out to his secretary who is wearing an obnoxiously hoeish outfit. Bright red skin tight with a heart cut out over her breasts. Bakugou is annoyed with her normally what with her overly flirty behavior but is especially agitating today when he just wants to he home with you.

"Oh Bakugou-sama are you stepping to lunch. I could accompany..." Before she can even finish he looks over his shoulder with a deadly glare. So much so the flowers on your desk seem to wilt.

"No." A nasty bite before he angrily shoves popping hands in his pockets taking the stairs down in attempt to loosen his aching legs. He had been sitting at his office desk for far too long.

Just as the heavy door slams shut you step out of the elevator. Chocolates neatly placed in a white box with a cellophane window to display your hours upon hours of work.

"Ah Ai, you look lovely today." You smile, admiring her outfit as you walk towards your husband's office. She gives you a once over with cold judging eyes.

You either do not notice or do not care as you walk past her desk.

"Oh Bakugou-sama stepped out for lunch. You just missed him." She smiles cruelly only to be met by your obnoxiously bright smile that she hates.

"Perfect. Then he will come back to a surprise." You wink slipping through the door.

You notice a lot of flowers and chocolate in the trash can of his office as you make way to his desk. You make a silent reminder to yourself to lightly scold the hero.

He should at least wait a day, or hell give back out some of the stuff he recieved.

Still you neatly placed the box on his keyboard so he was sure to see it.

"Y/N? Have you had coffee yet? I've made you a mug to go." Ai pokes her head in with the paper cup in hand. You smile warmly at her, oblivious to her animosity as you grab on to the paper cup with joy.

You desperately needed caffeine. You greedily gulp at the warm liquid after saying your good byes as you headed home.

You dig through your purse for your keys to the front door spying a small pink envelop, eyes widening a bit.

"Shoot I forgot the card." You curse yourself. "Ah well I'm sure he'll know they're from me."

You set your purse on the entry table and notice a giant stuffed animal and dozens and dozens of roses on the dining room table.

A small note in his boyish handwriting sits by the vases.

*"Guess I just missed you babe. See you tonight."*

You smile until your cheeks hurt.

Hours pass as you soon begin to make the dinner of his dreams. Half way cleaning away your mess and neatly stacking chocolate orders for White day.

Bakugou alerts you that he is home by groaning at the door, slipping off his ever present combat boots.

"Smells good babe." He says wrapping strong arms around your waist, kissing on your neck.

"Mmhmmm." You hum, impatiently waiting for him to tell you how the chocolate was, "How was your day?"

"Ugh long. This holiday sucks." He kisses your throat again, "No offense babe."

You roll your eyes. For someone who thinks the holiday sucks he sure went out of his way to buy every last rose at the floral shop.

"It's just an excuse for people to buy shit and bother the fuck out if me with it." His voice darkens with agitation before he scoffs, "Like I came back to lunch to the shittiest chocolate I've ever seen. Little bitch flowers all painted and shit from some fucking random."

Your heart speeds in your chest as he continues.

"Left 'em right on my fucking keyboard as if they were more important than work." You turn to shove him off of you then. Tears streaming down your red cheeks as he blinks furiously. For the life of him he cannot tell why in the fuck you're crying.

"Baby what's wrong..." Scarlet eyes notice the molds first, how their art is vaguely familar, little white boxes stacked on the far counter. Then he notices the apron he got you is stained with colors of pinks, whites and browns.

It is then he realized that he fucked up.

"Oh baby...." He damns himself for being so callous.

"What did you do with them?!" Your voice cracks, trying hard to sound enraged but it falls flat. He bites his lip, hands smoothing over your forearms.

"I...I'm sorry. I had a skewed vision on your chocolate. I thought they were from the hoe who sits outside my office." He says quickly, "Had I known...I would have loved them. I really thought it was Ai trying to make an advance on me..."

He wipes the tears from your face, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

"You probably slaved over them all day, probably made my favorite spicy chocolate you make and I was an asshole and just trashed them...In trying to be loyal to you I hurt you..." His voice is feather soft as is his kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks and lips. He notices your dress beneath the apron that he removes slowly face contorting to lust as he drops the cloth to the floor.

He leans in slowly, running his teeth and tongue against your throat to which you moan.

"Bakugoooo." He loves the way you drag out his name, popping hands slip the zipper down your delicate back, "I..I'm still mad..."

"You don't sound mad." He says too cocky for his own good, "Isnt this helping?"

He pulls the dress to the floor, leaving you in nothing but black heels, a lace bra with little red bows in the middle and black lacy underwear. He turns you growling as he does, when he sees a matching red bow over your ass he leans down to bite a cheek.

You lightly yelp before he pushes you against the dining room table in the kitchen. Sloshing the flower water onto the set table.

"B..but dinner..." You groan as he massages you, untying the bows on your bra to slip his fingers over your nipples.

"Fuck dinner. I'm skipping to dessert." His voice is deadly as his popping back indicates his excitement, as does the hard thing in his dress pants that presses against your ass as he bites your shoulders. His words have your head floating as his finger nails scrape down your back before grabbing onto your hips tightly giving a playful thrust that causes a small moan.

Just the promise of what he is about to give has your core molten and he can tell as he pulls back. Hands slipping over slick thighs, spreading them apart.

He pulls down your underwear all the way down and when a butt plug is revealed to him he groans.

"Fuuuuck." He growls, watching you contract before he slides a finger up and down your sex, "So wet already."

"J...just for you." You pant when he reaches your needy clit, massaging it roughly setting a fast pace that threatens to have you screaming in a matter of moments. He watches you buck and squirm with a wolfish grin. He removes his hand earning a small whimper before he drops to his knees.

You are the only person he would fall to his knees for with out any sort of hesitation as his pink tongue lazily laps at your sex. Hands spreading your ass cheeks to get better access. His tongue runs stripes up your pussy, that clenches tightly with every swipe.

He laps at your core before placing his lips over your clit to give it a harsh suck.

"You must love being devoured by a wolf huh my needy lamb?"

You cry out as he continues to make a meal of you, your fingers tweaking your nipples for added stimulation.

"I...I'm clooooose." You whine as he moves his face away from your clit to plunge into your core a few times with a pointed tongue. Lapping all that he can.

"Good. Now cum on Sir's face." He growls, mouth back to your swollen clit, sucking harshly, grazing teeth and steady broad tongue has heat swelling in your chest, a light buzz in your head before it all goes quiet.

And like a sprung trap you cry out, convulsing as you ride out your high only for him to press further. Overstimulating you for another agonizingly blissful ten minutes as you lose count of how many times you've cum.

He slows to a loving pace before his fingers slide over your clit as he stands. You pant, tears forming in your eyes from an exhausted body and mind as your body slowly turns limp. Head swimming on an unseen high that has Bakugou smiling down at you, wiping your sweetness from his mouth with his sleeve.

"I'm not done with you yet, love." He says making quirk work of turning his belt into an impromptu set of handcuffs. He tightens them around your wrists giving them a tight tug. You jerk up some to which he slaps your ass.

"You okay bunty?" You nod unable to form words as he removes his pants. Stealing some of your slick to stroke himself with. He half wishes to keep you this way all night. Tied up, thighs soaked, fucked out with some drool falling from your lips.

The thought alone has him lust hungry and wanting to paint your back in the nicest of white.

Instead he finds himself teasing your clit again until you moan his name is a scream begging him to fuck you.

Your clenching cunt confirms your wishes before he plunges in busting his hips against yours as you finish your last high.

You pant beneath him, core gripping onto his length over and over that has him hungry to pull it from you again. One hand holds onto your belted hands while the other has a bruising grip on your hips. Your face is pressed agaisnt the table as are your breasts. He sets a brutal pace, pulling all the way out to his tip before plunging himself again, slamming against you with deadly precision. He pulls your arms closer to him, causing your upper body to come up some. Your nipples drag agaisnt the rough fabric of the dining table cloth earning an echoing moan.

"Fuck." He snaps, hand leaving your hip to slap your ass harshly, thrusting again and again, "You always take me so well. Your cunt is so needy for me."

He rut begins to turn sloppy and bruising as he bottoms out into you, now pushing your harshly on your back pressing you agaisnt the table. Thrusting hard enough that vases of flowers begin to knock over but that is the least of your worries.

Heat pools down your legs and in your stomach as you feel him twitch. Sending you to another high, loving nothing more than the thought to cause him to act to wild. So rough as he loses himself with popping hands that sting but never burn as his hands grip your skin. Your voice comes out in hoarse moans as you flex your pelvic muscles causing a moan to come from Bakugou. Another thrust over your sensitive g spot has you spiralling. Screaming again as he let's out a giant explosion from his back groaning as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim with hot seed. Sputtering until he stills, both of you panting, he removes the belt from your wrists, rubbing at the redness before carefully pushing them back to a more natural angle.

"I lo..." But the smoke alarm drowns him out, dinner burning on the stove. He waves his shirt over head to displace some of the billowing smoke as you remove the pan. Almost dropping it using too limp hands. He supports you, moving the pan and you to the sink. Warming a rag that he wipes you down with before kissing your neck.

"I love you." He murmurs into your throat and you smile, pulling him into your plush and bruised breasts.

"I love you too." You sing happily before he pushes out of your hug to give you a kiss and a cocky grin, he snatches you and a box of chocolate up as he carries you to the couch. He places the box into your hands before setting you to sit on top of him. He holds his mouth open, tongue outstretched that has you thinking of it against you moments ago.

"I'm dying for that chocolate baby." He says again, eyes twinkling happier than anything that you forgave him for being a big dumbass.

Next valentines day he won't throw away a single chocolate.

#bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katuski bakugou #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha fic #bnha au #bnha asks #bnha ask prompt #kitten valnetines day event!#bnha valentine #valentine's day #valentines day event

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now-i-understand-that-reference · 4 years

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Alright, so this is what stems out of my renewed obsession for House MD and my love for Dr. BoyWonder James Wilson! :)

I suddenly got this vivid mental image the other week and had to get it out... but take this mostly as a pencils on paper exercise, because when I don’t hold a pencil for too long I get quite rusty. As per usual, I’m not too sure about the pose looking entirely human xD - his left hand is hidden, but I tried the arms over and over again just to give up over the unsatisfying position and proportions.

This has, obviously, been digitally enhanced through Photoshop since my scanner sucks (the table was light brown but my scanner decided it was redder and now it looks the same color as the tie asdhsshhs). I added the B&W version here because, why have only one Wilson when you can have two xD

Hopefully the resemblance is good enough! I tried my best to capture those soft, soulful brown eyes that totally didn’t steal my heart ❤️

Anyway I don’t know about you all, but I thought this cute cinnamon roll would look even more endearing in a flower crown *heart eyes* okay bye

Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any of the characters, this is just fan art. I don’t take commissions, sorry!

Please do not steal, edit, or remove my watermark from the picture without my permission.

#house md #robert sean leonard #james wilson #boy wonder oncologist #i love this manipulative cinnamon roll #BABY BOY. BABY #fanart #my art #please ignore my affectionate ramblings I have a cosmic crush on this guy

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televinita · 3 years

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So I got married a week ago...

And I’m very happy so far! I dream a dream that I will somehow put together a photoset of non-identifiable wedding photos to commemorate the day once I get the professional ones back to mix with the family shots, but I also know how much I hate uploading and curating photos, so in the meantime here are a bunch of what I’m best at: WORDS!

We did indeed get married at the fancy manor house, with the 9-person family-only guest list from exactly two households, as planned. Though we had to have the ceremony outside so we could be mask-free, it was actually kind of awesome even though it was just barely above freezing, because then we had tons of passers-by waving or honking their horns as they went down the street and that was a delight. We also had a few people congratulating us afterward when we were taking photos at the edge of the property/on the sidewalk in front.

Plus we were still able to go inside with masks on, and honestly, I made sure everyone had such a coordinating mask for their outfit that I almost didn’t mind.

I was actually way less nervous than I thought I would be while saying vows/during the kiss, so though I expect to be bowled over by embarrassment when I see the photos (never mind the video his nephew apparently took), I was really calm and happy the whole time. I don’t know if I will look good in any of the posed photos because I COULD NOT STOP GRINNING and a somewhat more subtle smile tends to look better, but that super-happy feeling was so nice! Especially given that 2 weeks ago I was bawling about how everything was ruined and getting married was now just Something I Had To Do because I had to move into the apartment already in my name, and I probably wouldn’t even be happy when the day came.

I didn’t wear a coat or anything for the ceremony, but for some of the pictures I wore this really pretty silvery shawl that my mom’s friend bought her when he went to India a couple years ago, to match all my silvery sparkles everywhere else (silver-and-rhinestone hair vine in lieu of a veil, cubic zirconia earrings w/ matching necklace, and a built-in rhinestone belt around the dress waist, on top of my white gold rings).

Plus I didn’t really plan to have “wedding colors” per se, but when we went suit shopping a few months ago and a) decided fiance looked best in a dark blue suit and b) found a wonderfully matching blue-with-silver-paisley-design tie, that kind of informed my choice of bouquet, which consisted of white roses + blue hydrangeas and couple of other blue flowers I can’t remember right now, and it was SO pretty. Excited for more official photos.

His brother drove us home in his relatively new car, cleaned inside and out to perfection, and he seemed very proud to play chauffeur, opening doors for us and stocking each side of the car with a complimentary bottle of water, haha.

And actually, it worked out fine that we couldn’t have the reception at the place, because although it would have been really nice to have cake and spend time talking in that pretty house, we decided about 5 days ahead that not only would we have wedding cake/champagne reception at our new apartment instead, with the freedom of being in our own space we added a selection of appetizers (cold stuff/snack food), which our families were even nice enough to put together and mostly set up for us too.

So it ended up being wonderful to have an extra couple of hours to chat and wind down from the event -- despite living only 4 miles apart our parents actually had not met each other in the 7 years we dated, other than our moms talking on the phone a couple weeks ago and my dad meeting his brother while helping us move into the apartment, because we suck at suggesting obvious things like going out to dinner to celebrate our engagement.

Basically, I can see why normal weddings usually go on longer than 3 hours. Partly cause there’s a lot to do and partly because I FELT SO GOSH DARN PRETTY I never wanted to change out of my outfit. I super do not like being the center of attention normally, but that dress gave me confidence.

But the sweetest thing of all, that I wish I had had someone around to take a picture of because it was like the most perfect Instagram shot (please note I do not even have an Instagram), was after everyone went home and we had put away the perishable food and started to get ready for bed -- I sat on a chair in front of the mirror while my darling new husband very attentively stood behind for 5-10 minutes and helped me find all the bobby pins holding my hair vine in place/gently extracted it from my hair.

#wedding plans #and a successful wedding!#being married does mean somewhat less computer time for me so far but that is not what you call a bad thing

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crybabycounselor · 3 years

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(TW for yelling and talk of child abandonment)

Elise never expected to actually go through with Driver’s ed, let alone actually pass the tests. She figured once she got past the written test, the fact she physically had to drive would foil her ability to pass.

But, to her (and, well, everyone’s surprise), she actually made it. Pratically with flying colors, as a matter of fact. The disbelief on her face was priceless when she was told to go get her picture taken for her Driver’s License, definitely one for the books.

Sitting on a bench outside of the building as Robin finally finished with her picture, Elise looked up at the sky as she fidgeted with her license.

“Man,” Robin sighed, “I can’t believe we’re actually done”

“Yeah, no kidding. Felt like it took forever to study and practice, then the actual driving test was like a blink,” Otis stated as he scootched over for her.

“I totally thought I’d screw up during parallel parking. They wound up having me skip it after a few goes since a lot of people avoid it, anyways,” Robin said, flopping on the bench as she flipped her hood over her head.

“Yeah, my mom said that happened to her, too,” Otis added.

Robin hummed before she leaned her head back and took in the sun.

As February was weaning out, Spring was begining to make itself known in Sleepy Peak. After a harsh winter that delayed school and work, the sun was back in swing, melting all the snow and warming the forests in anticipation of the new season.

“So, when are your folks coming to pick you guys up?” Robin asked, leaning forward as she checked her phone for any messages.

“My mom gets off in about 7 minutes, I think. She said she might be a little late, so who knows,” Otis stated.

“Ah, that sucks. What about you, Elise?”

Elise glanced over at her with a shrug, “David and Gwen are at work, Daniel’s not allowed to drive, so I wound up texting Cody”

“Woah, you texted him by choice? That’s new,” Robin said with a light laugh.

Elise rolled her eyes. “It’s better than walking. Besides, I wanna... talk to him... About stuff...”

Robin and Otis went quiet for a bit, before Robin finally spoke up.

“Is it about your perio-” "No, Robin.”

Robin shrugged, “different ‘stuff’ then, got it.”

Elise sighed as she unscrewd the cap from her water bottle.

Otis stretched in place, scuffing the heel of his sneakers against the sidewalk.

“Man, I can’t wait til spring break,” he states.

“Why’s that?” Elise asks.

“Well, now that we got these bad boys-” he holds up his license, “-we’re free to drive out basically anywhere. Except we uhh... Can’t get a hotel, not til we’re 18. But we can go basically anywhere regardless”

Elise hummed, “yeah, that’s true. I never really thought about the fact we can do that, now”

“Yeah,” he says. “We can drive to the movies whenever we want, late night gas station snack runs, drive out to go watch the sunset, we can even go into the city literally whenever we want!”

“Damn, you’ve got a point there,” Robin notes. “We could even go out camping if we wanted to”

“...Robin,” Otis says.

“...Yeah?”

“We work at a summer camp”

“But it’s not summer right now, is it?”

“That’s true,” he admits.

“I just can’t wait for the summer. I wanna give that Carnival another go,”

“Robin, you literally had a panic attack!” Elise stressed.

“Well, that was the old me. Besides, I didn’t even get to try all of the carnival food! I saw you guys hype up those corndogs, and I know I don’t like meat, but they just sound really good!!” Robin whined.

“...you can get corndogs literally anywhere. Even at the store. Although, they do taste better at the fair, I guess” Elise said with a shrug.

“Robin, you need to drive yourself to therapy,” Otis stated.

“Excuse you, I’ve been to therapy. I don’t like it, though. Sitting around and talking to a stranger about my feelings and trauma sucks. Besides, it’s easier to open up about that stuff with you guys”

Elise let out an “aww!”, and Otis simply rolled his eyes with a smile.

Soon enough, Robin’s dad showed up, later on followed by Otis’ mom, and evenatually, Cody showed up.

Rolling down the window, he was nicely dressed up. A nice business casual look, complete with a tie that probably took him longer than neccesary to put on. He had a travel mug in the coaster next to him, probably filled with coffee.

He looked... Professional, to say the least. As professional as her brother could manage to be.

“Hey, bugger. How’d the test go?” He asked, opening the passenger door (which was easy, dude has long arms)

Elise forced a smile looking at him. “It uh... It went great, actually,”

She dug out her brand new license, and his face lit up. “Oh my God, look at that! Congratulations, kid!”

He was being so nice, he looked... proud.

Her expression strained as she sat in the car, putting the license back in her wallet before she put it back into her backpack.

He pulled out of the parking lot, and briefly glanced over at her in the passenger seat. Her expression had dropped while he wasn’t looking, and he could sense something was off.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

“I... Yeah. I’m just tired, is all”

He exhailed quietly, he could tell that wasn’t it. “No, seriously, talk to me”

She looked out the window, her fingers drumming against her backpack. “Well, uh...”

She didn’t know how to talk to him. She didn’t just want to be like ‘hey, you care more about your family that isn’t even all there yet than your little sister who you abandoned then stuck around with. Isn’t that fucked up?’

But it was how she felt. Lost and abandoned, but he was right there. He was in her life, but he didn’t want her there initially. She was simply just a background character in his new life, someone that was just there to be there.

He didn’t stay at camp for her, he stayed because he met a girl, then he dated her, knocked her up, and married her. Now he wants to play happy family while she’s just there?

She drew her knees up carefully, “Well, um...”

They reached a stop sign, and the road around them was basically empty. He could afford to stop for a moment, so he looked at her.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll listen”

She sighed. “I know you will, and... That’s kind of the problem...”

His brows raised, “what does that mean?”

“Well...” She sighed once again. “I don’t know, man! You’re confusing me! Over a year ago you didn’t really want much to do with me, then you meet Octavia, and since we were friends, you came back into my life, but... You don’t feel like you’re supposed to be my family anymore...”

His heart dropped. He went quiet as he pulled into an empty parking lot nearby, they needed somewhere to just stop.

“I... I’m sorry you feel that way,” he stated quietly, unsure what to say in that exact moment.

“I... y-yeah...”

“You know I don’t mean for you to feel that way...” he said.

“I-I know... I think...”

The two of them went quiet, nothing much said for a good two or three minutes as they just tried to figure out what to say.

“You said... You said ‘we were friends’ when talking about Octavia... Do you not consider her to be your friend anymore?” He asked softly.

“I... I-it’s not like we’re not friends... We just... We’re not that close anymore, I guess...”

“Why’s that?”

“Because she focuses more on you, I guess”

“You ‘guess’ a lot, is that how you actually feel?”

She went quiet again, and Cody sighed into his palm.

“Octavia still loves you, did you know that?”

“I know... She likes a lot of people, though”

He puts a hand on her shoulder, “Elise, I’m pretty sure Octavia would lay her life down to save you if she could. You’re family to her”

Her expression fell again, and Cody pressed his lips together.

“A-And you’re my family, too”

Elise’s eyes started to gloss over and she looked away from him. His expression fell and he tried to scoot closer. “Come on, Elise, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Th-then how did you mean it?” she asked, and her voice started to hic.

“I-I... I dunno... I wish I knew, honest! I...”

He went quiet again, palm pressed against his face to prevent himself from saying something to make the situation worse somehow.

Elise forced a sigh, probably to try and breathe the best she could. “I just wanna know why... W-why you were so happy to have dad’s side of the family back, b-but you can’t even call me family naturually!”

“Wh-what?” he asked.

“Your instinct was to say that ‘I’m like family to Octavia,’ not to the both of you. You gave up costudy of me, you only really refer to me as your sister, but do you even consider me to be your family?”

Cody’s mouth was ajar, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

“A-and now you’re having your own family with Octavia, and you’re gonna be a dad and suddenly your life is soooo perfect! And you’ve got his new job, and you never even bothered to tell me you got fired in the first place! I had to learn all of this from your wife.”

Yikes. That one hurt. His expression had fallen big time, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“I’m just... I’m just tired of being a secondary thought to you, man... What are you going to do if you and Parker get into a fight, are you gonna ditch him, too?”

“You know for a FACT I wouldn’t dare do that!” he screamed as he pounded his fist against center divider, and Elise quickly shut her mouth in a panic.

Elise cowared her seat, and the two of them went quiet again. Cody took a few shakey breaths as we watched Elise shrivel in fear next to him. It hurt to see. It hurt him to see that he did that.

“E-Elise... I-I’m sorry...” he states quietly.

He isn’t sure what to say in this situation, he wants her to calm down, he wants her to stop looking so scared. He wants to see her smile like she did when she entered the car... But... She’s scared. And of him, no less.

She... She thought he was going to hit her. It didn’t help that he just yelled at her. His first instinct when he felt threatened was to scream at her.

“Y-You said we could talk...” She reminded him with a stutter.

“W-we can! We can totally talk! Please, talk to me-”

“You yelled at me! You said you’d listen, you said nothing about you yelling!!” Her voice raised. Her hands clenched into fists, and she feared having to actually use them against him.

But... She was prepared to do so. She wouldn’t let him run, and if she had to fight back, she figured she could manage that.

But Cody didn’t want to fight. Already, he wished he could take back what he had said. He felt horrible.

“Listen, Elise... I didn’t mean to yell-”

“But you did.”

“I- I know... A-and I’m sorry...”

“Are you really sorry, or are you just saying that?”

“I... I really am sorry!”

“Last time you told me you were sorry was after you abandoned me. And now you yelled at me! When’s this bullshit gonna end, Cody?”

“What bullshit?” He asked with a strained expression.

“This bullshit about being my damn brother! You abandoned me when I was 14, man! You lost any rights to be in my life, but now that you essentially fucked your way back in through Octavia, you think we can just be a family again?”

“Please don’t bring her into this,” he asked.

“Why not? You were the one who started dating her!! You knew we were friends, I’ve known her way longer than you have!” she pointed out.

“She doesn’t have anything to do with this, Elise!”

“But she does!! If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have you straggling onto me!! God damn it, Dakota, you’re smothering me!! Do you want to abandon me or not?! Do you hate me or not?!”

“I DON’T!” He yelled.

“THEN WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING ACT LIKE IT?!” She sobbed.

The car went quiet again. Cody didn’t dare say anything as Elise sobbed to herself. He wouldn’t bud in this time, she needed to cry.

Truth be told... He wanted to cry, too. He was so excited when she’d asked him to pick her up from Driver’s ed, but it just turned into a shit show, and he deserved it.

It had been at least 8 minutes. He was surprised she could cry that long in a sitting without her voice going out. He felt like pure shit.

Cody looked at Elise finally, his hand gently hovered over her shoulder as he was unsure if she’d let him touch her.

“Listen... I... I think we should get some help... L-Like family therapy, or something. Or even seperate counseling, a-anything, really... I’ll admit... We-we do have some issues... And if I’m going to be a dad soon... it’d probably be best for me to get some of these worked on...” He stated, now looking away from her in shame.

She looked over at him quietly.

“I... I don’t want you to be mad at me forever,” he says.

“...I... I don’t know if I want to be mad forever...” she stated quietly. “I don’t like being mad...”

He sighed. “Thanks... Thanks for talking to me, at least...”

She went quiet again.

“...I know it probably doesn’t mean much right now, but... But I really am proud of you... U-um... Sis...”

Elise snorted.

“Wh-what was that?”

“You sound gay.”

“...Elise, my last ‘serious’ relationship was with a dude, you know that, right?”

“I know, I know. You just don’t say ‘sis’ a lot, haha...”

The laugh was so dry, like her voice was finally wearing out. She wiped her eyes, and her nose sounded stuffy after crying so hard.

He sighed with a light smile. “You want to go grab something to eat or drink? I think there’s a drive in down the street calling our name”

“...Only if you get me a milkshake,” she insisted.

“...Alright, I can work with that.”

Starting up the car, Cody looked straight ahead, and Elise seemed to settle quickly as she relayed her order to him.

While things between them weren’t the best, the future seemed to have a light in the end of their chapter’s dark tunnel.

#drabble #abandonment tw #yelling tw #long post

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mythiica · 4 years

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A-Z NSFW headcanons for Kiro from Love and Producer / Mr. Love Queen’s Choice please :))

Title: A-Z NSFW AlphabetFandom: Mr. Love Queen’s ChoiceCharacter: KiroGenre: HONHONHONWarnings: MUCHO HONHONHONKinks: all of themIntended Gender Audience: Female Audience Word Count: 1379 wordsPOV: second personOther comments: WOW okay this was fun af to write – some things are pretty short, but others might have more detail!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Wants cuddles and will give you massages, even if you don’t ask for it

Depending on how tired you are, he will draw a romantic bath for the two of your to share

The bath would be complete with candles and epsom salts

Kiro praises you continuously and gives you many kisses as well

Ready to offer you something from his collection of snacks (somehow hidden under the bed?)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

He takes pride in his hair, how fluffy it is, and deep down he likes to see the blond bouncing as he fucks you because it is a measure of how hard he’s going

Kiro knows that he looks cute, but he’s got a devilish side as well when he can show off

Safe to say that Kiro really can’t pick a favorite body part of yours because he loves all of you

Perhaps he is impartial to your soft lips, especially when they are slightly swollen from sucking on… well you know what

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Gets all giddy when he cums on your chest, it probably makes him hard again to see the white dribbling down your chest

He’s got natural charm, but likes it when you ask him to cum on you

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has fantasized about taking you on set props

Like a throne he had for a music video: plus and red, he wanted to lay you over his lap and finger you as you grinded against the velvet

Considered doing it, but decided it probably wasn’t sanitary (and would leave stains)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He might seem like he doesn’t have experience, but he knows his way around certain toys 😏

Kiro has had sex before, a few attempts here and there, but he is often busy with work anyways

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

You sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, him thrusting into you as you lean back

He likes it when you wrap your legs around him and hold him close

Anything that allows him to see your face is amazing, but will occasionally opt for doggy style

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Goofy boy or serious daddy, sometimes there is no inbetween

He will crack a joke if there is a not-so-sexy sound

Expect tickle fights to turn into sex, and sometimes visa verse

When he does get serious, he’s in The Zone™

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ultra groomed and matching!

Has made jokes about dying it different colors though (please no, Kiro)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kiro considers sex to be really intimate with you

He pushes everything else out of his mind, whether it is something about work or the future, he wants to be in the moment and share it with you

The romantic aspect can be super heightened, but he sees “casual” sex (no fanciness added) to be just as special as going full out with special things

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Has become the master of getting off quickly because his day is scheduled to the minute

Quite enjoys getting off in the shower: any mess is cleaned up quickly, temperature play is fun to do, and feels twice as awake after doing it

Won’t really take the risk of doing anything where he films unless he can’t resist

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cosplay: especially if it’s one of his favorite characters or you’re wearing something of his, very much a turn on and he likes it

Kiro indulges in buying cheap cosplay outfits and dramatically rips them apart to expose your body

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bed - feels the most ‘at home’ and comfortable because he can focus on you and you alone; also considers how loud its creaking as a measure of his strength

Occasionally his dressing room (if you convince him)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Motivated by you

Not much else to say that Kiro loves you and fantasizes about you often, so any opportunity to do the do with you is something that will motivate him to finish his other work faster

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would never want to do something you are not comfortable with

The first few times the two of you are intimate, Kiro is constantly making sure that you feel alright and are not in pain

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Is down to give or receive, but has a special place in his kinky heart for giving

Kiro may be known for singing, but hearing your voice when you cry in pleasure because of what he’s doing– it makes him so happy (and hard)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on what type of sex it is, Kiro can go fast and hard or slow and sensual

If you’re particularly into one or the other, just ask! Kiro is understanding and will give you what you want

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Impartial per say

If the mood is set, but there is not a lot of time, Kiro would not be opposed to having a quickie

Usually happens in his dressing room or a nearby closet

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Probably too shy to do something ultra risky publicly

If it’s experimenting with toys or different positions, Kiro will be very excited to try things!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depending on what he did that day, Kiro can give up to 2/3 rounds of oral, or a full out session where he uses all of his energy

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Kiro has a few toys that he knows how to use on himself, but he wants to learn how to use them on you

Wouldn’t mind you using it on him, but might ask for it in moderation

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When Kiro gets into his Serious mode, he can be very unfair and tease you a lot

Teasing can be in the form of edging or simple dirty talk teasing

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Vocal baby

Whether he is subbing or domming, topping or bottoming, Kiro tends to make a lot of noise

Depending on what is happening, Kiro can moan, groan, mewl, pant – it’s a colorful array of sounds, all showing the pleasure he is experiencing

He likes showing off vocally because it’s a measure of the pleasure he’s feeling

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kind of enjoys it when you roll condoms onto him (more so than him putting them on himself)

Makes him get all giddy like oh yes we are doing this

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Picture-esque cock, pretty pale but with a blushing tip

Not super veiny, but slightly above average length + slim

Has a pretty pronounced (and sensitive) ridge

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Medium to high sex drive but you can boost it by doing something that turns him on

Would consider it a treat to spend a fully day just having sex on and off

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Probably takes a while to fall asleep usually, but of course it depends what happens during a session

If he worked all day and then made love to you, expect him to pass out quickly (without meaning to) but he will 100% nuzzle against your touch even in his sleep

#mlqc #mlqc kiro x reader #mr love queens choice #love and producer #elex #paper games

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libermachinae · 4 years

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Schematics [Or, Another Chance] – Ch. 1, Crash

Also available on AO3! Summary: Written for @prowlweek! They’ve been construction workers, engineers, soldiers, lab rats, a giant berserker fueled by rage. Time travel bounty hunters is a first for them, sure, but they’ve handled worse, and with the opportunity to get back into Prowl’s graces, they’re down to try pretty much anything.

Notes: Prowlastator time travel AU was an item on the brainstorming list that I was simultaneously excited about and assumed would never get written. Then, Prowl Week was announced, which was a perfect excuse to force myself to do the thing.

⏳ 🚧 🚓 ⌛ 🏗 🚧 ⏳

Prowl wanted them.

He’d called them, and when none had answered because they’d all been deep in recovery stasis, he’d left a message. Short, to the point, crisp with a tone they all recognized immediately:

Send confirmation upon receipt. Meet at the following coordinates.

Mixmaster swore that somewhere down in stasis dreams, he’d been aware of the moment Prowl had reached out, had felt his spark spin and dance in celebration of its prodigal companion. Long Haul tried to argue that he’d never heard the word dream before they’d been stuck under cover with the humans for all those months, and Bonecrusher had stepped in to defend him. As his teammates squabbled together in the cramped hospital room and Scavenger pretended to still be offline, Hook sent their reply. A single ping, message acknowledged. He wanted badly to ask how Prowl was, tell him the team was excited and ready for whatever he needed from them, but the right words weren’t coming. Besides, Prowl would appreciate the simplicity.

They left that night. Had they any stock in what the doctors or human (ew) repair crews had to say, they would have been there several more days, but Prowl’s assessment was the one that mattered. They could get out of their beds, sneak out of the hospital, and transform into a conga line of construction vehicles driving down the road: they were well enough for whatever he asked of them.

Hook led the way, maneuvering them through the hospital parking garage, into alleys, and around the many construction sites flooding the area around where Cybertronians had made landfall. The team had been knocked offline during their battle with Victorion (that was a rematch to look forward to), so all they knew was that a final, final battle had taken place and someone had dragged them to Earth, where they’d been labeled as ‘victims to Starscream’s self-important delusions’ and tossed in with the rest of the bots who’d ended up mangled, crushed, and torn by the death throes of their planet. Keeping their distance, they saw Cybertronians and humans working alongside one another, building plans for a future in which the two species were able to live side by side. Scavenger even thought it was ‘sweet.’

They never spared it more than a glance, though; Prowl was waiting.

The coordinates took them far from the development, across fields that forced Hook, Bonecrusher, and Long Haul to switch to root mode so their tires didn’t get sucked into the mud, and through forests that snagged their kibble and occasionally required they disentangle each other. Night passed, their path lit by a moon that was little more than a hunk of dead rock, and by day they still wore on, anticipation fueling each step like rough high grade. They reached the mouth of the cave just as the sun reached its crescendo, pushing deep into the darkness below.

They jumped. Mid-air, they strained their optics, searching for their sixth.

There. There he was! Standing just out of the spotlight of the roof, Prowl was almost invisible in the darkness: he’d painted over his white paint with a dark shade of gray, and his biolights had all be covered to make him more believable as an Earth vehicle. His single blue optic was unmistakable, though, both for its color and the way it stared at them, harsh but unreadable, as each member of the team landed in front of him. Dust rose from around their feet and the cave shivered with the impact, and he did not blink, though his gaze shifted to each in turn.

Hook felt his spark trip and wondered if this might be the feeling Mixmaster had been trying to describe.

It was really their Prowl. They were together again.

Hook ran forward, feeling more than hearing the team as they converged around him. Maybe Prowl tried to say something, and maybe they should have responded, but no words came to Hook that would have meant as much as actions. Besides, it would have been too hard to hear as five, then six, t-cogs activated.

There wasn’t even time to savor it. One moment Hook was rolling forward, sliding through his vehicle mode and into Devastator’s component, and then he attempted to connect to Long Haul and everything fell apart.

Pain burned a terrible arc through Hook’s body and he wrenched away from the connection, collapsing onto the floor as his addled processor tried to understand what it had just undergone. The rest of the team crashed down around him, a ragged pile of robots, vehicles, and limbs with Prowl in the center, just starting to sit up. He cradled his helm in one hand, but the glare of his optic pierced through his fingers, targeting Hook and welding him to the spot. Even without the direct connection, Hook’s spark felt the disapproval.

“W-what happened?” Scavenger asked, pushing himself up from where he’d been pinned under Bonecrusher’s blade. The more senior team member transformed and placed a hand on his shoulder, though he too looked to Hook and Prowl for answers.

Hook had none. In their time as a combiner, he had picked up a few tricks they could use to diagnose and bypass glitches, little things here and there that could hold the mesh together until someone more qualified could solve the root of the problem. He’d never been prepared for anything like this, the sting of rejection still flowing through his body and making it hard to perform the usual systems checks he would have had going by now.

“You’re broken,” Prowl said, turning to Bonecrusher. Hook was both grateful and regretful to lose his attention. “Long Haul,” he turned to the one stuck halfway between robot and dump truck, “I received almost no feedback from you. Either your combination circuits have been turned in on themselves, or they’re missing entirely. I suspect the rest of you have similar injuries.”

“Well, what’s it going to take to get us fixed?” Long Haul demanded as he righted himeslf, defensive for having had his own poor repair called out.

“Many things we don’t have,” Prowl said, “least of all expertise. The one mech who fully understands how your bodies work is currently in custody.”

Shockwave was still alive? News to Hook, not that he really cared. He was dealing with more present concerns.

“We can’t combine?” He said it like a question, but it didn’t feel like one.

“No,” Prowl said, “which is perfectly acceptable. I have you how I want you.”

The team perked up, even Mixmaster sitting up from where he’d been lounging on the ground.

“What’s that mean?” Bonecrusher asked.

“The mission I’ve called you here for requires finesse, a clear mind, and ability to stay focused,” Prowl said. “Multiple field runs have now proven that, while combined, I am not capable of such to a degree that is acceptable for any logical hope of success. So, it is to our benefit that we cannot combine.”

“You… don’t want to form Devastator anymore?” Scavenger asked. Bonecrusher’s hand on his shoulder stilled.

“That’s not what he said,” Long Haul snapped, though his optics darted back to Prowl.

“You’re right, Long Haul,” Prowl said, “though you would understand why it’s a complicated question. I…”

Hook leaned in with the rest of his team. He’d so looked forward to being in Prowl’s head again, watching the calculations run down, branches and paths unimaginable to them flowing open at Prowl’s touch. If they couldn’t get that, hearing his thoughts would be the next best thing.

He grimaced, though, and the change in his tone when he started again indicated that whatever he’d meant to say next was going to stay locked away.

“I need you for this mission,” he said instead. “You are the only mechs I can trust with it, and I know you will not take that responsibility lightly. It’s because we have combined that I can give you this confidence.”

“Course, Prowl,” Mixmaster said.

“You can trust us with anything,” Scavenger added.

Prowl’s doorwings twitched up. Hook still wished he knew what that meant, and the familiarity of the feeling was what finally reminded him that Prowl was back. Regardless of Devastator, of whatever mission they were about to embark on, that thought stood out in his mind, and he crawled forward so he could touch Prowl’s shoulder, dip his fingers into that fresh gray paint.

“Anything,” he echoed. “We’re here for you.” He would promise nothing he didn’t know he could deliver.

The others followed, enclosing their loose circle around Prowl, who startled at each touch, his gaze whipping around. He stood, dislodging every curious hand, and in the glare of the roof looked like a messiah among his followers. Hook, directly in front of him, squinted up, able to make out only the silhouette of a pointed chevron and doorwings, fanned wide.

“I know,” Prowl said. He stepped over Mixmaster and out of their circle, unfolding from the light and molding himself back into the darkness, where he was once more reduced to a single glowing optic.

“The same way I know that when I tell you this information is top secret,” he went on, “you will know never to reveal it to anyone.”

“We won’t say a thing,” Hook said, standing. The others joined in, echoing Hook’s sentiments as the group rose up, but Prowl’s attention stayed on him. Hook felt the look like it was a blunt object, plunging into his spark, and he accepted the force, embraced it, returning it without any idea of its purposes. He did not look away, not because he was intent on winning whatever game they’d entered into, but because he didn’t know what would happen if he did.

“I know,” Prowl repeated. Hook’s optics, adjusting again to the gloom, were just able to make out the motion he made with one hand.

Follow.

They did.

Prowl led them away from the light, further into the darkness of the cavern. Tucked into one wall was what looked like a terminal amassed with sticky organic matter that threaded together, creating windows that acted as a screen when Prowl powered it on. The team stopped a few steps shy, peering up into uncanny views, except Mixmaster, who strode forward to poke at the vestigial threads hanging off the side.

“This is a time machine.”

Prowl dropped the statement like a bag of bolts. Mixmaster stopped what he was doing to look up at their head. Scavenger jolted.

“You built a time machine?” he asked, awe tilting his helm up and guiding him another step closer, angling to watch Prowl work.

“No. An old… Someone else did,” Prowl said.

“Mesothulas?” Mixmaster guessed.

Hook cringed. Bonecrusher had come across the name accidentally the last time they had combined, but they’d all had to work together to assemble the story, each member offering a scrap of information until something resembling a narrative emerged. Hook had assumed their silent agreement not to mention it to Prowl was enough.

“Not relevant,” Prowl said, proving that it was possible to know a mech’s deepest secrets and still not know how to parse a particular tone of voice. More transparent was the way he reached out and pushed Mixmaster’s curious hands away from the terminal. “I have secured it and assumed full control over the technology. Before I was able to intervene, however, another individual commandeered it with the intention to interrupt our current timeline. Had he been successful, the results would have been catastrophic.”

“So, someone already stopped him?” Hook asked.

“More likely, he just failed,” Prowl said. “Temporal modification is complicated, and without proper training it’s likely he just got himself stuck in a loop somewhere. Still, so long as he remains at large in the timestream, he poses a risk toward spaciotemporal stability. Our mission is to follow him through time and apprehend him, so he can be brought back to Earth to face charges.”

“Against what? Time law?” Scavenger asked.

“Misuse of potentially deadly technology,” Prowl said. “I helped write the bill.”

Hook still wasn’t sure about tone, but that definitely sounded like something approaching pride.

“So, no killing?” Bonecrusher asked.

“No.”

“Damn.”

“No killing, Bonecrusher,” Prowl said. His postured sharpened and he turned to lock optics on the mech, who shrunk back as if to hide behind Long Haul. “If you cannot follow this or any other directive I give you, tell me now, so I can dismiss you and assemble a new task force.”

“It just depends,” Hook said, trying to and finding himself unfortunately successful at drawing Prowl’s attention away. “Is it Spike Witwicky? Or Starscream?” Yeah, yeah, they’d heard the reports, but only someone as gullible as Scoop (who had started inconsolable, turned incoherent when Bonecrusher threatened to punch him back to Cybertron) would believe that fragger would have any interest in staying dead.

“No,” Prowl said, “though that your loyalty is conditional brings down our chance of success by upwards of 20%.”

“No, no, it’s just those two,” Hook insisted, looking to the others.

“You know how it is around that lousy sack of bolts,” Long Haul said, defensive though his tone tried to be accusatory.

“But you say don’t kill, we won’t kill,” Mixmaster added. He took hold of Bonecrusher’s elbow and guided him back in view.

“Yeah,” Bonecrusher said, looking up at Prowl though he so clearly didn’t want to. “Trust us.”

Prowl’s optic stuck to him, then scanned over each member of the team in turn. When Hook felt the gaze fall on him, he did his best to return it without looking like he was trying to challenge Prowl. He wanted to rise to whatever was being asked of him, and no higher.

“I have safeguards in place to hold you to that,” Prowl said, breaking optic contact at last to address the group at large. “I trust that you will not force me to use them.”

Hook nodded with the rest of the team. He knew a threat when he heard it, even a vague one, and he didn’t mind it when it came from Prowl. It was how he got things done, produced results, and with that being one of the many reasons they had come to respect him as their newfound leader, how could they fault him for his methods? A means to an end, that was all Prowl’s precautions were, and Hook was much more invested in the end.

“Once we have captured the target, he will be returned to the present day,” Prowl continued. “He is to be kept in adequate repair, relative to whatever state we find him in. There is a chance he will try to escape, in which case you are permitted to use an appropriate level of non-lethal force.”

“When do we find out who it is, anyway?” Long Haul asked. His voice was almost neutral, but there was a tightness to it that belied his impatience.

“When the information becomes mission-relevant,” Prowl said.

“Hrmph.”

So, it was back to same old, secrets keeping, potentially backstabbing, always plotting Prowl. Still opaque, still keeping his allies in the dark about his unfurling plans and invisible strategies. Hook’s brakes relaxed, letting his wheels rock on their axels. It really was the mech they’d all pulled into their sparks, not the ‘reformed’ glitch everyone in the hospital had been gossiping about.

“Sounds good boss,” he said, shoving at Long Haul with his elbow. He caught a glare for it, but the annoyed growl of the dump truck’s engine quieted to a hum, which was good enough. “When do we start?”

“Now.” Prowl’s fingers flew across the terminal keyboard. “The machine keeps a log of all the points it accesses. Unfortunately, it looks like our suspect had help, as several were logged simultaneously; I assume the intention was to prevent us from finding the correct coordinates. To conduct our search, we’ll have to travel to each one manually.”

“Sounds simple,” Mixmaster said.

“It does,” Prowl agreed, which of course meant, It’s not. “Construction of the machine was halted prematurely. It lacks a mechanism to ancho it to the present, which means there is nothing present within the system to guide an individual back once they’ve passed through.”

“What?” Scavenger yelped, stepping back like Prowl had burst into flame. “You mean we’ll be stuck out there?”

“Of course not,” Prowl said. “Why do you think I called on you?”

“You need Devastator?” Bonecrusher guessed.

“We’re a team?” Mixmaster added.

“We already discussed that, Bonecrusher,” Prowl said. He ignored Mixmaster altogether. “Gestalt coding. For better or worse, our sparks are drawn to each other, and the simulations I’ve run suggest that the pull can be felt through the timestream, as well. One mech will stay here, to act as the anchor. When it’s time to come back, the rest of the team should be able to get back relying on that.”

“Not it!”

Attention turned to Long Haul, who was beaming in pride of his quick reflexes. Prowl stopped typing just long enough to turn a glare on him.

“Not—”

“You’ll be taking turns,” Prowl said, interrupting Scavenger. “We have to come back each time to input the new coordinates. We’ll switch off then.”

Had Scrapper been the one in charge, first, they wouldn’t have been attempting anything like this. Second, Long Haul’s brazen declaration would have made him the first to sit out. Instead, Prowl resumed typing, more focused on the intricacies of the time machine than chastising his team for minor infractions. Hook still leveled a disapproving glance at Long Haul, who shrugged it off.

“Preparations are complete,” Prowl announced, turning his back on the terminal to once more address the team. “Bonecrusher will be the anchor for the first run. The rest of you, follow me.”

He led them deeper into the cave, into a pocket the light had almost no hope of reaching. Here, what looked like an empty doorframe stretched far above their heads, visible only by the energy that had started to crackle around its edges as the time machine came online. Pinkish, orangey light spiraled inward, coming to a point at the center of the frame. It looked so familiar to Hook that had it not been for Prowl’s explanation, he would have assumed it was a spacebridge.

“I will lead the way. You will each follow, two seconds behind the person in front of you,” Prowl instructed. “First Hook, then Scavenger, Long Haul, and Mixmaster. The moment you step through this gate, you are to do nothing without my explicit order. If I don’t tell you to walk, you stay still. If your life is in danger, you wait until my go ahead to save yourself. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Hook said, in unison with the rest of the team.

Prowl looked each one over. He nodded.

“Turn off your comms now,” he said. “We don’t need to risk leaving a signal behind someone might trace. Are there any questions?”

Hook had several, but since none were strictly relevant to the mission, he figured it would be best to hold on for now.

“Very well,” Prowl said. “Hook, follow my steps exactly. Once you reach the end, you are to wait for my signal before you exit the timestream.” A last sweep of the team, and it struck Hook that he didn’t know what Prowl was looking for.

He must have found it, whatever it was, because he turned his back on them and stepped through. They saw his silhouette for just a moment before it was swallowed whole by the light.

Hook stared at the space that had once been Prowl.

“…two-on-thousand,” he heard Bonecrusher murmur.

Well, he could take a hint when it was given. Hook chanced a glance back at the others before he stepped in, not that he really needed to. All he saw were the faces of his team, and they were familiar to him as his own spark. It was up ahead that was unknown, fascinating, slightly dangerous, so Hook strode forward into the light, following wherever it was Prowl led.

#maccadam #prowl week #prowlastator #prowl #constructicons #transformers #my writing #longfic #schematics #crash

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minijenn · 4 years

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Universe Falls Preview 3

Last one, imo the part highlighting the kids new forms took ages and is long as fuck but I’m please with it overall since I’m trying to streamline. Imo I was torn between giving you the boys or the girls since that’s a good division to make, but for now I’ll give ya the girls. Enjoy:

“Oy, what smells like fish…?” Mabel suddenly spoke up as she finally started to wake up herself. She let out a long yawn, not noticing the dumbfounded looks Steven and Dipper were both sending her way as they realized she’d also gone through an unnatural transformation. For her own part, however, it took Mabel a moment or two to register that transformation as she sat up and stared directly at the scaly pink finned tail that had taken the place of her legs. “Huh… Well that’s new,” she noted, glancing over her now-webbed hands before balking at her tail again with a huge gasp. “OH MY GOSH!” she practically screamed, stars in her eyes as she hugged her tail excitedly. “I’m a mer-ACK!” Mabel sucked in another sharp gasp, an involuntary one this time as her breathing grew short and shallow, her eyes widening in panic as she gripped her throat frantically.

“Mabel!” Steven and Dipper both exclaimed in concerned alarm. On impulse, Dipper rushed to get up to help her, completely forgetting about the current state of his legs until he inevitably ended up tripping and faceplanting right back into the grass again. He didn’t let that stop him however, as he prepared to try again, he happened to catch sight of something Mabel apparently hadn’t as she haphazardly threw off her sweater so she could breathe easier. “Gills…” he gasped in realization. “She has gills! She can’t breathe! Steven, she needs water! B-but I can’t-”

“I’m on it!” Steven readily agreed, his vines moving in accordance with him this time. It was almost as if they knew exactly what he was thinking as they kept him propped up, essentially “walking” him over to Mabel, who was still gasping and choking on air that wouldn’t do anything for her now. While Steven tried to help her himself, the vines did that for him too as their tips gently coiled around her arms before they swiftly pulled her into the nearby creek, submerging her completely.

Both Steven and Dipper waited for an anxious beat for Mabel to emerge from the relatively shallow water, though when she did, she let out a rejuvenated sigh of relief as she perched herself against the side of the creek. “Ah! Much better!” she grinned happily, splashing more water against the small pink gills on her neck. “Guess I just needed to wet my whistle! So, whaaaaaaaaaaaaa-?!” By now, Mabel finally noticed just what had happened to Dipper and Steven, and as soon as she did, a huge, delighted smile broke out across her face. “Ohhhhhh, Steven! Dipper! You guys look so adorable!”

“Uh, thanks?” Steven chuckled.

“Ugh, this is just gonna keep getting more and more embarrassing, isn’t it?” Dipper scoffed, dryly.

“Embarrassing? Bro-bro, what are you talking about? This is awesome!” Mabel proclaimed, flopping back into the creek behind her so she could admire her tailfins noce more. “Check it out! I’m totally a mermaid! Oh, if only Mermando was still here! We could be the cutest mer-couple ever, and have mer-babies, and live in a mer-castle under the sea! And sing mer-songs all day!”

“Yeesh,” Dipper rolled his eyes at his sister’s flights of fantasy. “You would enjoy this, Mabel.”

“Hey, has anyone seen Connie?” Steven asked, glancing around in newfound concern. “I haven’t seen her since all this happened. Do you think maybe she could have gone after Centi when she ran off?”

“What are you talking about, Steven? I’ve been here this whole time!”

Steven, Mabel, and Dipper alike all froze up at this, each of them looking around for Connie upon hearing her voice, only to find no sign of her anywhere. That is, until she happened to reappear out of nowhere right in front of Steven. All three of the other kids let out a startled round of alarm at this, though Connie didn’t share it as she let out a small sigh of relief instead.

“Ah, finally you guys can actually see and hear me!” she exclaimed as she hovered up into the air a bit. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past several minutes, but it’s like you all just kept staring right through me!”

“Aw, sorry, Connie!” Steven apologized earnestly. “We didn’t mean to! But I couldn’t see you until now, much less hear you!”

“C-Connie?” Dipper spoke up, trembling slightly until he caught himself doing so. “A-are you… I-I… I don’t know how to say this, but… I-I think you might be-”

“Oh! A ghost!” Mabel guessed bluntly. “I got it right, didn’t I?”

“What? A ghost?” Connie shook her head incredulously. For her part, she largely looked the same as she always did, though like Mabel, her legs had been traded in for a tail, albeit one that wasn’t anywhere near as fish-like. But even beyond that, she had taken on a pale blue parlor, her entire body being more or less completely translucent as it radiated with a dull, unearthly sort of glow. That, paired with the fact that she was able to float above the ground freely, added up to far too much evidence for anything else to really be true, as much as Connie wished something else was. “Oh my gosh, I-I think you guys are right! I-I really am a ghost! B-but why? And how--wait, no, I don’t even want to think about how! A-anyway, w-what happened to you guys? To all of us?!”

“I think I know what happened,” Mabel said as she pushed herself up out of the stream a bit.

“Really?” Dipper asked, skeptical as Steven began to use his vines to help him properly stand. “You know what happened to us when none of the rest of us do?”

“Of course, I do,” Mabel grinned proudly. “We all got turned into totally awesome magical creatures! I mean, think about it: I’m a super sparkly mermaid (with a tail in my favorite shade of pink, might I add!). Connie’s a really cool ghost why can fly and turn invisible-”

“I don’t know if I’d call either of those things ‘cool’ in this instance…” Connie frowned as she accidentally phased her intangible hands into each other.

“Steven’s, uh… w-well he’s some sort of flower… guy… person… thing…” Mabel ventured, uncertain. “B-but that’s awesome, since pink is totally your color.”

“Oh, you think so?” Steven grinned, looking down at his light pink arm with a newfound sense of fondness.

“And Dipper is a super cute deertaur!”

“Again, I’m 100% positive that’s not what it’s called,” Dipper spoke up as he stomped one of his hooves down in annoyance. “Also, would everyone please stop calling me cute?!”

“Maybe once you stop being cute,” Mabel chuckled with a teasing smirk.

“Which will be never!” Steven added much more earnestly.

#jen writes #universe falls #bout to write the gems and their new forms aosjdaslkdjsladk #imma work on this all day tomorrow in the hopes of grinding it down #ya gal wanna get out of this one #pls #monster falls #uf preview

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kayascodelorio · 4 years

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"palette” gif tutorial

hi everyone!!! so i’ve gotten countless requests to make a tutorial for my lara jean gifset, more specifically this gif:

so today i’ll be showing you how i make this gif right here:

as mentioned in the original post, this whole gifset was inspired by one of my favorite mvs of all time: palette (hence the creative name lmao). i essentially used screenshots of the mv to make my own similar template to work off!

disclaimer: i suck at explaining things, so you’re all gonna have to bear with me and my 100000 screenshots and poor attempts at explaining wtf i’m doing. hopefully you can manage to understand what i’m on about!!

if you’ve never made a gif, check out this detailed tutorial i made some time ago:

how to make gifs + color gifs (this tutorial includes links to download ps)

tutorial under the cut (i’m sorry for how long this is rip)

first, screenshot the mv. (timestamp 0:38)

here is my screenshot:

now, we’re gonna open ps and go to file > open to open the screenshot on there. this is my screen rn:

notice how my timeline is there (little box on the right side of the screenshot). we’re going to need the timeline for the gif later. if u don’t see the timeline, go to window > timeline and it should show up!!

time to crop the screenshot. using the crop tool, (left sidebar, 5th icon from the top) remove the black parts of the image (top and bottom) until all you’re left w is the white area. final product:

now it’s time to change the size of the canvas we’re working it so it can be the dimensions we want it to be! go to image > canvas size

a window like this should pop up:

we want our gif to b 540px by 400px, so just fill that out and press ok:

this is what your screen should look like after (aka super zoomed in):

we’re gonna fix that rn!!! making sure the layer (right sidebar) is selected (you can tell it’s selected when it’s in blue), press command + t, which will leave you with this:

okay, so i’ve covered this before in my previous basic gif making tutorial and not much has changed since then aka i’m still shit at attempting to explain wtf i’m doing. BUT basically this part involves using the top bar (pictured below) and changing the % of the W and the H to make the image the amount of zoomed in i want it to b (if that makes sense)

again, i usually just play around w the %s, depending on how zoomed in i want my image or gif to be, its dimensions, etc. the higher the %, the more zoomed in it is. basically, putting in 50% would make it way more zoomed in than 20% and so on. for this, i’ve tried out several % and decided to use 39%, but of course you can pick the % you prefer. so write in your chosen % in these two boxes in the top bar like this:

click the checkmark at the right of the top box and voilà! this is what you should have rn:

see how all the 9 squares fit perfectly inside? wow, powerful. anyway, let’s keep going djfhdkfd. now we’re going to make our own squares aka the squares in which the gif is going to be. start by creating a new layer (at the bottom of the right sidebar, the second to last icon before the trash icon). give it a name so it’s easier to keep track of: i picked s1, since this is going to be the layer where the first square is going to be (and so on). also make sure the new layer is above your image like this:

time to actually make the first square!! select the rectangular marquee tool (left sidebar, 2nd icon from the top) and select one of the squares in the image (113px by 113px) like this:

select the paint bucket tool (left sidebar, under the eraser tool) and make sure the color is set to black (#000000) before you click on the square you just selected. very important: don’t forget to have the s1 layer selected (should be in blue) when you do this or else it will fuck up.

this is what your screen should look like after:

as you can see, we have one square done, but there are 8 more left. right click on your s1 layer in the right sidebar and click on duplicate layer. name that layer s2. making sure the s2 layer is selected, drag it to the place of the second square:

keep doing the same thing until all the squares are covered with black ones like this:

now i’m going to hide the black square layers by clicking on the little eye icon (left of layer) for each of them bc i want to include the little dark pink doodles on my gif as well, but you don’t have to, so if you don’t wanna include it in your gif, you can skip over this part!!

there are technically 3 ways you could do that (well maybe more lol but these 3 are the ones who came to mind:

method #1: use the brush tool to draw your own doodle (or trace over the existing one with a new brush)

method #2: use the magic wand tool to select the doodle and use the brush tool over your selection

or method #3: look up doodles on google and drag them onto your image

i don’t have an ounce of patience rn, so i will b using method #2. select the magic wand tool (left sidebar, 4th icon) and make sure you select the first doodle the best you can. don’t forget to make sure your screenshot (image with the doodle on it) is selected while you select the doodle or it won’t select anything!!! like this:

create a new layer (bottom of the right sidebar, the second to last icon before the trash icon) and again, make sure it’s above all the other layers. with your new layer selected (in blue), select the paint bucket tool (left sidebar, under the eraser tool) and pick a color (i used #e1b5c4). click on your selected doodle. this is what you should have:

repeat for the other doodle with another layer.

final product:

it looks a bit Rough, but hopefully you get the idea?

now we’re going to merge all the little squares into one layer of little squares. if you have doodles, remove the eye icon (left of layers) for both of them to hide them and make sure all of your eyes are there for the square layers. select the s1 layer and then the other layers up to s9 while keeping one finger on the shift button until all the square layers are selected (in blue) like this:

right click on the s1 layer > merge layers. all you should be left with is:

now that this is done, we need to fix the background.

create a new layer that you will drag above the screenshot (layer 0) but under the s9 layer. i named mine bg (background). i want to keep the barcode in the original screenshot, so i won’t select that part. using the rectangular marquee tool (left sidebar, 2nd icon from the top) and with the bg layer selected, draw a square at the right of the bar code so you have this:

with the paint bucket tool (left sidebar, under the eraser tool) and the color set to white (#ffffff), click on the selection.

and that’s your template!!!

with doodles:

now onto making sure the gif is going to actually move properly.

click on the little arrows at the right side of the timeline to expand it until you have this:

and then click on create frame animation. your screen should look like this:

notice how it says once at the bottom of the timeline? make sure to change that to forever, or it will not play:

click on the convert to video timeline icon (the one on the left of the forever). this is what you should be left with:

now, time to make the gif that is going to go there*

*if you have no idea how to make gif and are lost af, i suggest you check out my previous tutorial where i explained this part with more screenshots and more specifically bc i will be more vague here regarding this

also i’ve said this again and again, but remember to ALWAYS USE 720P OR 1080P FOOTAGE WHENEVER POSSIBLE FOR YOUR GIFS or else they will be grainy and extremely unpleasant to work with.

i’ll be using a video from youtube for this. i suggest converto as a converter, it works really well and allows you to download youtube videos in 720p and 1080p!! once you have your footage ready, go to file > import > video frames to layers. use the markers to select the part you wish to gif, and, once you’re happy with your selection, click ok.

to select all the frames, click on the icon on the right of the timeline (4 lines with an arrow) and click on select all frames. then, go to select > all layers in the top bar. everything should be selected (in blue) like this:

now, fixing the speed of the gif.

super helpful post explaining gif speed right here

i’ll personally be using 0.06 here.

click on one of the frames in the timeline > other. write in the speed you chose and then press ok. go to convert to video timeline icon (the one on the left of the forever).

you should have something like this:

go to filter > convert for smart filters:

the time has come to drag your gif to the canvas:

make sure the gif is above the s9 layer (layer with the black squares) like this:

to make our gif fit inside the squares, we’re going to make sure the gif layer is selected. then, press the option (alt) button and click between the gif layer and the s9 layer to create a clipping mask (like this). this is what it does:

this is where i usually play around trying to find a size for my gif that looks nice. press command + t and, like we did earlier, find a % you’re happy with. i’m going to go with 20%. after moving my gif around and making it less zoomed in, it now looks like this:

this is usually where i would sharpen my gif, so, with your gif layer still selected, go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen, and then ok.

these are my settings:

we have to fix the length of the gif, since there’s a lovely limit on this amazing site. i suggest you pick something to gif with not much movement, or you’ll have to make it even shorter. there’s no magic formula, just try not to make it too long, especially since the gif is large in size, so the smaller the better in this situation. this is what i have:

notice how the layers in the timeline are all of different lengths, so make sure you make them all the same like this:

once you have a psd ready, go to file > open and when it loads, drag it onto the canvas, above the gif. i added one of my psd on mine.

for the text on the top right, i can’t remember the exact font i used, so i picked another font different from the original.

these are my settings:

what it looks like with the psd + doodles + text:

and we are DONE!!! all that’s left is to save our gif!! go to file > save for web

these are my settings:

SUPER SUPER IMPORTANT: make sure your gif is set to forever in the looping options at the bottom right of the window or else your gif will absolutely not play properly!!

also, CHECK YOUR GIF SIZE (bottom left). with this website changing its gif limit every 2 seconds, better safe than sorry!!

here’s the final product:

thanks for sticking around and reading all of this!!! i hope it was somewhat helpful even though i suck at explaining how i do stuff! :)

#stupid tumblr crashed so i had to start over but here it is finally!!! sorry for how long it took!!#gif tutorial

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