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donutz · 3 months

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Dogday x reader fluff alphabet[2/8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

Affection(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— VERY. One hug per day keeps the sadness away, he says.

— A hug, a kiss, hand holding, pats, scratches, laying on each other, slight brushes against each other, anything that has to do with touch he will love ^_^

— Loves showing any kind of affection, as long as you like it, he’ll do it

— His long language is definitely physical touch

— Plus he’s a dog! Dog’s love touch, most of the time!

Best friend(How would they be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— THE BEST FRIEND.

— He would cheer you up on your worst days!

— But if he can’t, he would try to communicate with you verbally or not

— “You don’t wanna talk?”

— You nod

— “That’s okay. Do you mean like speak out or..?”

— You nod

— “Oh ok! Uh, would it be okay if you talked on paper or do you just wanna be left alone?”

— And then it would go from there

— It would start with him talking to you first!

— He’d try to interact with you in many ways

— Wanna help with the kids? You wanna carry these boxes? Put away the toys? Anything to include you in it!

Cuddles(Do they cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— Cuddle master

— Almost always cuddling, or some type of touch

— Especially if you're sad

— When you both are sleeping, you guys are always right next to each other

— If there are times that you don't want to, that's fine!

— But if it goes on for long he'll get a little sad :(

— And then he becomes touch starved

Domestic(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— Dogday doesn't mind settling down, but he really likes playing around

— Like going ‘outside’

— He's wanted to see the outside for a long time.

— I'd think he'd be really good at cooking!

— Baking, not so much

— He's so quick with cleaning, I swear he can mop the floor of a mansion in 5 minutes

— He also loves cleaning!!

Ending(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— Uhhhh

— Uhhhhhhh😅😅

— 100% wouldn't do it himself

— It has to be for a really good reason

— His ears would be down, tail sunk to the floor, and have the saddest look on his face

— “... Angel, I need space.”

— And then he speeds away

Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

— Idk about commitment..

— I have no idea what Dogday's age is

— But if he's minor, like I said for the Catnap fluff alphabet, in the kiddy way, he wouldn't mind what time you'd want to get ‘married

— It's up to you!

Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— He's very gentle!

— Very extroverted, but gentle

— When it comes to giving hugs, he squeezes but never too hard!

— He is also very gentle when it comes to emotions

— You're sad? He'll listen or be with you, you're angry? He'd listen too! If you want, you just wanna be mad at him? That's fine! He'll only take action if you start hurting him or people(or toys)

Hugs(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— Y'all already KNOW!!!

— Hugs, at least one per day

— They are sooo comforting, especially since he has his vanilla scent

— Whenever you hug him first, he gets SOOO HAPPY.

— Tail wagging, widest smile, he's loving every second of it

I love you(How fast do they say the L-word?)

— “I love you Angel!” Out of nowhere

— It catches you off guard, a lot

— One time all the critters were playing truth or dare

— And KickinChicken said, “Dogday! I dare you to say I love you to our lovely sheep!!”

— “I LOVE YOU.”

— Everybody went silent and then Dogday started up the game again

Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

— He rarely gets jealous, it's barely ever happens

— The only way he could if someone's getting WAYYY too touchy

— “Hello! Could you give us a sec?”

— Then he takes you and goes wherever that's not near the person

Kisses(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— Very loving and lovely

— You can tell he puts so much love into his kisses

— He likes kissing you on the forehead and cheek

— He tells(asks) you to close your eyes when he gives you forehead kisses

— He doesn't want you to be terrified at the darkness you'll see

— Would love receiving kisses anywhere

— Secretly would love getting kisses on his ears

Little ones(How are they around children?)

— Not in the making kids way, by the way I'm going to make fluff alphabets of all the critters

— And for the little ones section it will never be about having kids with the critters

— But as he does, taking care of the orphans, he is fantastic at taking care of them!

— He’s the one to cheer them up! The one who’d play games with them! The one who’d give them bandaids whenever they got hurt!

— 10/10 babysitter

Morning(How are mornings spent with them?)

— “Good morning Angel!”

— Every day.

— He usually asks if you slept well or if you had any dreams, or (hopefully not) nightmares

Night(How are nights spent with them?)

— Absolute cuddle bug

— If someone were to see you two he’d get pretty embarrassed

— If you’re not sleeping on top of each other, you’re holding hands at least

— He also says, “Goodnight Angel! Have sweet dreams!”

— And yes, it’s every time you two have to go to bed

Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— He would, only if you asked him to

— Sometimes he brings up personal stuff without realizing it

— Then he goes, “Anyways!” or, “Nevermind!”

— It’s really concerning

— He’d reveal things slowly but surely

— He’d be really nervous talking about it though

Patience(How easily angered are they?)

— He barely gets angry at you!

— Most likely will never get mad at you

— He has never gotten mad at you.

— He will never get mad at you ^_^

Quizzes(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— Remembers almost everything

— Sometimes he can forget

— But he always remembers the important things(in his words)

— He does remember the smaller details too!

— But he sometimes forgets

— He makes notes just in case so he doesn’t forget

Remember(What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

— His favorite moment was when you gave him a big hug after he got his legs back

Security(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— He isn’t scary protective but he can be protective

— Like hero protective

— “Don’t worry Angel! I got this!” head ahh

— He’d protect you in any way he could! But if it gets physical he tries to calm down the situation

— He’d use his body and hold his arms out, like how a little kid does it when protecting their friend or something

Try(How much efforts would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— Too much effort

— Jk jk!!

— He puts in as much effort as he can

— ‘Dates’ go however you want them to go!

— It’s your choice! Unless you really can’t or don’t want to then he’ll do it himself! No worries!

— “It’s our anniversary!”

— “:O”

— “I know right?! I’m so happy!”

— Puts so much effort and love into his gifts, it’s usually your favorite things

— On Valentines day he gave you a box of chocolates

— Obviously, he’d put a lot of effort into everyday tasks

Ugly(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— Honestly it depends on how you think, because if you find it annoying when someones happy all the time, or you can tell when someone is trying to constantly trying to cheer you up and you find it annoying then yeah

— It’s not an ugly habit but it depends on how you think

Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

— I do not give one fuck, two fuck, red fuck, blue fuck, yellow fuck ^_^

Whole(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— Yes.

Xtra(A random headcanon for them.)

— Whenever he sees you he gets very happy

— His tail starts wagging and his eyes light up

Yuck(What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

— Nothing! He loves you!

— As long as you’re not truly negative, as in you mean what you say if you insult him or something

Zzz(What is a sleep habit of there's?)

— Probably snores, very loud, every time.

— But you always wake up with him on you or right next to you so I guess that defeats his snoring

#gender neutral #gender neutral reader #poppy playtime #dogday #gn reader #poppy platime fanfic #poppy playtime x reader #dogday x reader #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #x reader

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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teememdee · 5 months

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2023 ART SUMMARY!!!

2023 was uhhhhhhh a year! And I made art! And I’m going to talk for a long time about everything I did month by month! Yippee!!!

original individual posts can be found in my #tanner art tag!

JANUARY

Started off the year with my favorite skrunklies sleepy and snuggling. Then sleeping together while holding one another is so incredibly important to me, they’re so cute and I needed to draw it. Struggled with Kai’Sa’s face but I particularly like the drapery of the pillow behind them.

FEBRUARY

First off, just a simple Kai’Sa piece for the Vibes(TM) and background practice. I was also fairly miserable and when I get miserable I draw Kai’Sa being miserable as well. I love my favorite character of all time <3

Then a quick Valentine’s Day piece, soft gradient map stuff. Love my skrunklies, hopefully this year I can make something for the day that isn’t rushed

MARCH

In March I FINALLY finished my Star Guardian Kahri fic, be the light to carry me, and drew Kiko and Ina being adorable together to go along with it. They’re SO cute and people LOVE that fic. Chapter 3 ended up being a whole 20k words and every time I re-read I’m amazed that I wrote it.

A kiss for Kai’Sa’s birthday! This was actually two sketches mashed together because I had a good Kai’Sa and a good Ahri on separate attempts. Love Kai’Sa’s smile on this one.

NOW. Strong contender for my favorite piece of the year. Captioned “please don’t lose yourself,” my K/DA-verse Kassadin’s very dead wife’s ghost weighs on him, begging him to not get lost in his grief and lose sight of their daughter. Kassadin feels lost and broken without her. I love the emotions in this one, and I think the idea comes across even without knowledge of my headcanons. Love it so much.

APRIL

Full-body piece that took me all month. I just love this one so much. It’s just pure Kahri, pure love, pure joy. Pose inspired by Blake Belladonna from RWBY’s leg pop during the long-awaited Bumblby kiss. This piece just makes me so happy.

MAY

Oops! No art! Was too busy being on a (student) film set every weekend as well as dealing with classes and multiple other stressors. I did START a piece though, but wouldn’t finish it until the middle of June.

JUNE

I actually did the first sketch of the Evelynn piece in February, but I decided to revamp it in May, and then when school finally set me free I finished it, and it turned out exactly how I wanted it to. Her hair was a labor to render but I'm so so pleased with how it looks, as well as the blood. The first time I've finished a fully rendered Evelynn piece!

Naafiri is so fucking cool. Upon her reveal, I was seeing so much incredible fanart and I just needed to get in on it. The shapes and points are just so good. I used to draw dogs all the time as a kid, and my younger self would absolutely flip out at seeing this. I did this piece in one day, and I have no idea how I pulled that background off but hopefully I can do it again some day lol

JULY

Two drastically different vibes here. Realized it had been forever since I had drawn Kahri so I just wanted to make a cute summertime piece. Their hands should be bigger and it bugs me but this is still really cute, I missed my girls dearly.

And then my very very sad man Kassadin being very very sad about his very very dead wife. This is what I call his phase 2 design, when he's at the peak of his grief (spiraling, as emphasized by the background) and feels just so sad and alone. In my head this and the March piece are part of a series that I hope to continue.

AUGUST

Just one piece that took me all month because I was quite busy in August, and Runeterra Kahri pieces take forever, but as I always say, it's always worth it. This pose comes from mellon_soup on instagram, who makes a lot of really great pose references for artists to use, highly recommend checking them out. This piece is just so soft to me. Captioned "'you're beautiful, you know that?'" they're saying it to each other, two people that struggle with their self image finding love and confidence in the other. Also I'm so very happy with the background. I love these two so so so so much, they're my world.

SEPTEMBER

One of my goals for this year was to branch out in the fanart I made. Baldur's Gate 3 came along and I love watching my best friend play it, we love Shadowheart and I just wanted to draw her. This came after a lot of sketches of both her and our favorite Tav that ended up changing how I draw eyes. The rendering of her face here is also something I'm proud of, her nose looks great. And again, the background! This piece didn't get a lot of attention at all but that's okay, I made it for me and I'm very happy with it.

OCTOBER

STAR WARS TOXIC YURI WENT CRAZY THIS YEAR!!! Wolfwren (Sabine Wren x Shin Hati, from the Ahsoka TV series) had me by the THROAT for a solid two months or so, I haven't been that feral and deranged over a ship in a hot minute. They had me frothing at the mouth every episode even though I did not like the show overall. Anyways. First piece is a redraw of the part in episode 4 where they just have the most charged eye contact of all time, and I decided to take that in stride with inspiration from Horimiya, a favorite anime of mine, during particularly emotionally charged moments, the background changes and there's a particular color silhouette behind them. It really fits that moment of the show and I am SO proud of these faces, especially Sabine's. Drawing from a real human face reference was kinda new to me but it's taught me a lot. The file size also ended up enormous somehow idk lol

Then, my most popular piece of the year, on both tumblr and twitter. I LOVE hand imagery, I love subtle hand touches, I churned this out in I think exactly one day, it's so soft it's so cute and I totally understand the overwhelming positivity it received.

NOVEMBER

I was not doing well at this time in the year. The state of the world just had me in a horrible mental state, I wasn't taking care of myself well at all, I couldn't get myself to make art, especially something happy or cute, it just felt wrong. But then sometimes you feel something so strong and specific there's no other way to process it than to make art. To make a long story short, earlier in the year I thought a girl liked me, I liked her back, but it turned out she did indeed have a boyfriend the whole time. We didn't see or talk to each other for a few months but in November we (and the bf, lol) met up again. When she saw me at the door she smiled at me so sweetly and it was just the worst feeling ever and I just had to hide it behind a smile and a wave. Oversharing aside, this is a style I'd wanted to execute for a while and I'm really pleased with how it turned out, would love to make more like this.

DECEMBER

All of this was done / finished in the first two weeks of the month because then I got sick + was visiting family + jet lag took me out. Kinda sad I didn't get something done for Ahri's birthday or a traditional Kahri Winter piece but that's what January is for. Anyway.

Sometimes you just want to draw girls kissing and sometimes you wanna make it a little suggestive. Not much to say. Proud of the drapery on Kai'Sa's sleeve and you can always tell I love drawing hands.

Now it's time for classwork. Here I just have two pages but I've posted the whole comic on its own, this was for my "Art and Text" class, I have it printed in a booklet and my classmates + friends have responded to it so sweetly I'm really proud, I really really want to make more comics. This project was a culmination of so many inspirations from other artists and I'm really happy with the execution even if it was really rough for me to manage my time well for that class.

Then for my "Fiction and Allegory" class, two of my friends and I made a storyboard film (which I don't want to share publicly, but if I know you you can ask for a link) and during the all-nighter two of us pulled to get it done on time, I decided one scene needed music instead of diegetic sound, so I churned this out on garageband in about an hour. Would definitely love to try my hand at making more music in the future. Wish my classmates / teacher liked / understood the film more but oh well. I learned a lot and for the thousandth time, I'm proud of what I did.

IN CONCLUSION:

I ended up with less full pieces than 2022 but what I did create in 2023 are big, detailed, emotional pieces, and I'm more than satisfied. I think my skills in rendering, backgrounds, and colors really improved and I'm looking forward to how I continue to improve in 2024. This upcoming year has a lot of scary stuff ahead (namely graduating college) but I will come out the other side regardless, hopefully with just as much art I'm proud of.

If you read all of this, thank you!! If you've liked, shared, or commented on any of my art, thank you!!!!!! It means the world, always.

#2023 art review #long post #this year had some good highs but also some drastic lows so idk #but making art is always a high #happy new year!#artists on tumblr #tanner art #tanner talks

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angelqueen06 · 5 months

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A Broppy senior I got as a suggestion on a discord server !!

Broppy scenario!!

Branch giving poppy a flower:

Note: branch is shy

Made by: angelqueen06

It’s a sunny day in pop village! Poppy was picking flowers and fixing with her garden, Branch on the other hand was panicking in his bunker.

- OH NO, NO, NO!!! Branch move on tables shelfs and pretty much the hole bunker.

- WHERE IS IT!? What was he looking for? After a few more minutes of panic he finally found it! The thing he was searching for was.. a flower seed? Oh and flowers! There was flower there too for their one year couple anniversary :)

Branch calmed down and realized what a mess he made, he groaned and starting to clean it up. Afterwards he made sure that his gift for poppy was secured with like a 100+ locks and that everything is set and ready for when she comes over. Yes poppy will come to HIS bunker. Over to poppy she was chatting with Biggie and Mr. Dinkels.

- So i was thinking Bigge if we made this hole place... BIGGER! Poppy took out a scrapbook that showed a bigger version of pop village, it’s said “hurray” and sprayed glitter on both Bigge and Mr. Dinkels.

- Oh Poppy I... It’s a grate idea but i think that right now... there is no need for more space, i mean look at all the empty pods! Bigge points to a lonely corner that shows three pods that looks very worn out and sad.

- Yeah... that part need some cleaning- wait! Bigge what time is it? Bigge looks at his non existent clock.

- Um... noon? Poppy gasped.

- Oh no... IM LATE!! Umm... sorry Bigge I got to go!!! Poppy says in a hurry and runs away. Bigge that just looks confused just says:

- Uh okey! See ya later Poppy!

Poppy just waves and runs to her own pod, when she enter is she’s quick in the shower. When’s she’s done she’s quick out of the shower and on to the cloth she’s gonna wear. Her outfit is:

A blue and green kitted dress and green foot warmers, she took her “queen” headband on her as usual and when out of the pod on to Branch’s bunker.

She arrived at his bunker fixing her hair before knocking. The knock echoed in the hole bunker shocking Branch to the core. He fixes his bow tie and gets up to greet Poppy.

- Hi Poppy! He takes a look on what she’s wearing and just says:

- Woah... you’re beautiful... Poppy blushes and giggles.

- Thanks! You don’t looks so bad you too handsome:)

Branch blushes a little to on Poppy’s response and shows her in.

They get down to the main level of Branch’s bunker.

- WOW Branch! Look what you’ve done with the place! I love it!

Branch chuckles a little.

- Thanks. I-I wanted it to make it special for today and all...

Poppy just smiles in return and continues to look around. While she was distracted Branch snuck away to check on his gift for her bit to his surprise it was gone. Panic rose over Branch as he looked everywhere but could not find it.

- Not again!! He thought to himself.

Poppy shortly entered the room wondering why Branch is on the floor.

- I-I umm... I-I’m just looking for uhhhh... He looks around for a good excuse.

- Uhhhhhhh..... sweet running down his face as he can’t find anything.

- I uhh... I juts thought the floor looked nice! That’s all.

Poppy gives him the look that says “I don’t believe you”. Branch sighs and slowly gets up.

- Okey Branch. Spill it, what are you looking for? Branch sighed.

- Okey... I have a... gift for you! But first i lost it, then i found it and put it in a heavy locked

system so that I could easily find it again. But now its gone AGAIN and i can find it, but this need to be perfect because its our anniversary and all. But if its not perfect will that be enough? Will you be happy enough? If your not happy I’m not happy and if we are not happy-

- BRANCH!! It’s okey! We’ll find it! Don’t worry about it I’m sure that the gift you giving me doesn’t change anything on this day because it’s already amazing!

- Howso?

Poppy grabs Branch’s hands.

- Because i got to spend it with the most amazing and adorable and understandable trolls i ever

met!

Branch blushes and looks at her with a big smile.

- You’re pretty amazing you too Poppy.

She smiled.

- Now come on! Let’s go and find that gift!

Branch nodded and started to search the bunker. After a like 20 minutes of searching Branch was ready to give up when he saw something glimmer on the distant, he walked over to it to see that the flowers where behind a painting. He sighed out in relief and yelled for Poppy.

- Poppy I found it!

Poppy came running.

- Oh great you found it! So what is it?

Branch pulled out the flowers.

- These!

Poppy gasped.

- Flowers! Oh Branch you shouldn’t have! These are my favorite too! Where did you find them?

- Well it’s nothing hard I just had to travel to the deepest cave ever to find them. But it’s nothing

much. He then pulled out a bag of seeds.

- Aaannndddd these are the seed for the flowers too! So you don’t have to go down that deep cave! Poppy just stood there, amazed. Literally had nothing to say, just standing there.

- Um Poppy? You okey-

Poppy lunches herself into Branch’s arms hugging him tightly.

- Oh Branch! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!

Branch hugged her back.

- This is amazing!! Now i can plant them in my garden too!

She pulled out from the hug and looked at him with a big smile. Branch was about to get something but was stopped by Poppy’s hand pulling his, he didn’t have time to react and finds himself kissing her. When she pulled away he was lost in thought, still processing what just happened.

- Come on Branch! This is not new..

- Nah! Y-your right... I just... didn’t see it coming! Poppy just giggled go how embarrassed Branch is.

- Are you just gonna stand there? Lest go out! I wanna plant my seeds!! Branch laughed.

- Okey, okey! We’re going!

Branch took Poppy’s arm and they walked out of the bunker, they walked down to Poppy’s pod where her garden where and she immediately started to work with her new flower seeds. Branch just stood there admiring her.

- Is there something wrong?

- Huh? oh no, no! Everything is just grate!

Poppy just giggled and continued with her flowers while Branch looked at her.

The end lmao :)

#broppy #trolls #senario

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lunaralight09 · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet - SCP 049-j

Requested by XxSilverbarxX in wattpad

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very fucken affectionate to you . You're his family now . And don't ask any other questions . He didn't see his brother for so long time . And now he's with you . He will always hug you . And this hug will be for 30 minutes or even a hour .

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Ohhhhh . He'll try to teach you . No he WILL teach you how to cure people . What ? Don't look at me like that . You need to take r/o (Random object) aaaaaaaaaand- Hey ! Where are you going y/n ? Wait for me ! He's like a child near you . He's child like person .

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh my ... He just loves to hold you or you holding him . He really like to spoon with you . And love half-spooning ... Wait . He don't really care how to hug you .

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He really want to live with you . After few days he will try to follow you home . Not secretly . He'll be JUST RIGHT BEHIND you . And you'll be like : Stop it ! I- You could just be secretly follow me ! Not breath on back of my head ! He can accidently trash all your home . But he can cook ! He's really good at cooking .

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It's probably because he sensed disease in you . And he know that people can die because of sickness or after they have been cured . So he'll just disappear . Yes , it could hurt you . But he can sometimes sense disease , but people aren't sick . So ... yeah .

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He likely thought about it a lot when he was younger. Maybe marriage to her ideal person would let him be more calm and happy !

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very fucken gentle . Doesn't care physically or emotionally . He really like nuzzling up to you and loving on you . Btw he knows you’re feeling down or if you ask for him to be more affectionate .

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He ADORES to hug you . You're just so sweet and huggable . No matter what . No matter where . He WILL hug you .

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He probably says it in passing one day after a you started dating . He'll always say it . Every single day . 25 hours per 8 day a week (WAIT WHAT-)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trust you with all his life .(That he took from his 'patients ') Please . Don't cheat ... Please?

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He will 'kiss' you everywhere . And he will tweak on your cheek . It's his way of kissing . And he will love any affection you're giving him . He don't care where you kiss him .

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Really good with children, he actually enjoys teaching how to cur- NO . JAY NO- . He's like a over grown child himself sometimes .

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's lazy . He don't want to get out of bed . No way he do it on his own will . He'll probably wrap himself around you . It's his way to trap you to stay with him .

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddling close and watching movies until both of you or just one . It's you . He won't sleep before you fall asleep . Then you're asleep . It will take . Uhhhhhhh , around 10 sec for him to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He will open to you after a week . Or at day you become friends/couple . He tells you its the best way to tell you about himself .

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s got the patience of a 7-10 years kid .

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’d remember important things you’ve said or mentioned but he has a horrid memory . But he remembers his brother . And how his family looks and their names . But he'll try to remember every single thing you say .

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Then he made you laugh for first time . Your laugh made his heart melt .

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Protective as hell . He’s your bird like guardian and he’ll make sure you’re protected . He don't want you to be sick from others .

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He is so thoughtful when it comes to gifts and dates ! He’s like really into gift giving as a love language .

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Killing people with his shoe ...

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He ... don't care . He wear his doctor's costume . And only .

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Omg you're his half . Half of his life . That's why he's so close to you .

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He really want to make his brother proud of him ... No . He's not really proud . They had . Mom , dad , 2 little sisters , 1 little brother , Estienne had wife and he have daughter . And that means that Jay have niece ! Oh ... Then Jay was human . He didn't have romantic partner . You're his first ! Lucky him ! And you too .

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He don't care about your habit and etc. Well he do hate to see you sick . He really hates it .

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He sometimes ... Talk in his sleep . In French . And he can talk in English in his sleep . And it can scary you . Imagine just sleeping and hearing someone talking pretty loudly and it's 2 am .

#scp #scp 049 j #scp foundation #sfw alphabet #scp 049 j x reader #x reader #s/o #significant other #y/n #reader #scp x reader

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KING OF THE DEAD by Gene DeWeese

[intro post]

oh boy, oh happy day, i get to talk about Azalin Rex

this book does some fun stuff with mild fakeouts and starting at the end and then jumping back to the beginning in a way where it's not immediately clear how one connects to the other, but it's not done in such a way that it's meant to pull the wool over the reader's eyes, which is good bc i already knew the end twist going in and lemme tell u it is very satisfying watching our charming protag charge headlong and heedlessly towards his own doom

Firan Zal'Honen is a wizard! he's the very best wizard who ever wizarded, and currently he has no idea where he came from or why he's not there anymore or what the fuck just happened

all he knows is, he was tortured with visions for a bit, as one does, and then the mist spat him out in a place called Darkon, and the guy in charge of Darkon, helpfully named Darcalus, is the object of Firan's utter and all consuming loathing, and also killed his son probably

so Firan does what any reasonable wizard would do and enlists the help of some local coup-organizers to weasel his way into the upcoming Met Gala for all the governors in this place. he sneaks out of the approved areas, argues with the ghost of his son for a bit, barges in some places he's not supposed to be, and finally finds what he's been after: the object containing the soul of his nemesis, without which Darcalus, an undead wretch, is mortal and vulnerable

smashy smashy!

unfortunately this is Ravenloft, where the universe can and will bend over backwards to fuck you over, and Firan has some conspicuous gaps in his memory. gaps that are helpfully filled when the punchup with Darcalus turns into a merging of souls and minds and oh shit, thats you Firan buddy! the thing you were hellbent on revenge for? you did all that!

and now the book takes 150 pages to explain itself, going down the laundry list of Firan's life up to this point. this is less interesting to me than what just happened, so suffice to say he was a stubborn and prideful magical prodigy that ended up the wizard-king ruler of a country called Knurl out in the prime material plane

the man's lawful evil all the way down, having some uhhhhhhh lets say draconian ideas about how to maintain peace and order, and yes it does involve a lot of beheadings how did u guess. eventually he figures out that magic can't, in fact, keep him kicking forever, and puts some effort into getting himself an heir.

there's a frankly hilarious bit where he has a crisis of confidence upon realizing that a decade of trying has produced no viable results, and despite having mastery of the unquenchable fire of the stars he apparently never learned the Scan Ur Dick spell, so the problem might just be you, Firan, did u ever think of that before blaming ur wife

anyway turns out his wife did in fact curse his dick so once he got that taken care of he gets himself a lovely lil scion to raise in his perfect mirror image

shockingly, this goes as follows:

Firan: "my son! i will teach you to rule as i do, with a fair and just iron fist!"

Irik: "hm. consider, tyranny bad? oh cool ur not listening immmmm just gonna go join the rebels real quick"

Firan: "........."

Firan: "anyway i need to execute you now"

Irik: "cool. i forgive you btw."

Firan, an hour later: [great sobbing wizard tantrum about how his son's dead now]

me: [also great sobbing wizard tantrum about how his son's dead now]

seriously, despite being the world's stupidest smart person, and also objectively evil, this guy has a lot of pathos! i feel for this idiot! i wanna shake him by the lapels and make him acknowledge how much he actually cares for his son!

the big thing here is he's baked Lawfulness into his own nature to the point where any emotion that doesn't follow what his idea of a Proper Ruler should be gets ruthlessly cauterized. except it doesn't work like that, you prick, so he ends up eating his own tail about how he did exactly the right thing, his only fault was not raising irik to be a "stronger" prince, and thats why he feels like his heart is breaking from grief and guilt.

except it can't be guilt bc he did nothing wrong. do u see the problem here.

anyway this is where the quote unquote Dark Powers get involved. they coerce Firan into taking the next step on his Foolproof Live Forever Through Positive Thinking And Magic plan, and one really bad baja blast later the man's a fullblown lich

lich powers! necromancy! shame the only form he's capable of bringing his son back to life in is a wretched rotting shadow of true life, in constant agony and despair, and not even Firan is gonna settle for that

so back to the drawing board! he spends the next few decades scouring the continent for magical secrets and tales of resurrection, trying to find a way to bring his son back properly and gain atonement for both of them

eventually the mists take him and drop him into Barovia, bc Strahd's the fuckign welcome wagon for new arrivals i guess, and Firan, by now called Azalin, sets up shop in Castle Ravenloft for forty fuckign years

they were tombmates

oh my god, they were tombmates

to my unending outrage, the book spends barely a chapter on this period. give me more damn you! show me the petty squabbles, the arguments over who keeps leaving corpses in the hallway, the lingering sexual tension on movie nights! i deserve to know who tops goddammit!

but no, we just skip to Azalin chasing after a mirage into the mists four decades later, and then uhhhhhh getting split in two? like when a cartoon character gets zapped with a science laser and splits into Good Half and Evil Half? except it's Human Half and Lich Half, which hate each other on instinct

and we're back at the beginning! with human Firan acting on his loathing for the lich Darcalus, only to fuse together again and force him to confront the fact that the person he holds such hatred and anger for is himself

thus, Azalin Rex settles into his final form. a wretched, undead genius, locked in his own prison domain and given a country to rule the way one gives a highly maladjusted macaw a rubix cube with a peanut hidden inside

in conclusion, i am now in the stage of grief labeled "memes"

#church's ravenloft reviews #king of the dead #guys i love this book so much #i love this IDIOT so much #he's an awful awful person and he's my poor little meow meow no i will not be taking questions at this time

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dweetwise · 3 years

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Can I get a uhhhhhhh nea x yui equal parts complete badasses and complete idiots? 🥺 it’s cool if other things take priority tho

you certainly can! hope you like <3

Nea X Yui headcanons

Nea and Yui take to each other right from the start. Both unapologetic in their attitude and somewhat of troublemakers in their lives before the fog, they find it easy to relate to one another and become fast friends.

Yui is very open about her sexuality, often mentioning ex-girlfriends from her old gang. It makes Nea much bolder in expressing admiration for her, knowing her crush won’t be unwelcome even if it’s not reciprocated.

Luckily for Nea, Yui is just as intrigued about Nea as the Swede is about her. Yui has little patience for dancing around the subject however, and one day promptly proclaims that if Nea wants a relationship with her, she’d better do something about it. All too happy with this turn of events, Nea grins like the Cheshire cat and leans in for a kiss.

The settle into a comfortable relationship together, one that's a natural extension of their friendship. Neither is afraid to speak their mind, and even if arguments sometimes ensue, they're always quick to make up once they've both cooled off.

Yui’s bike was brought into the fog with her, and even though the engine no longer runs, Nea still thinks it’s the coolest thing ever. She’ll often get onto it and pretend to ride it—even making obnoxious engine sounds—and other times, she’ll have Yui leaning on it in a pose. Nea always wanted to get a motorcycle but her parents refused, and now that she has a badass biker girlfriend she’s going to make the most of it.

Similarly, Yui has always been a fan of street art even if she never got into it herself. Whenever Nea scrounges up some paint cans, she eagerly awaits her girlfriend’s newest creation—doubly so if it’s in one of the killer realms and annoys its occupants. Once, Nea surprised Yui by recreating the Sakura 7 logo on a tree by the campfire, and it still makes Yui smile whenever she sees the now chipping paint.

Yui is a lot more selfless than Nea when it comes to their companions. Where Nea cares mostly about herself in addition to Yui and is even known to leave some of her closest friends to die on hook, Yui usually wants everyone to make it out and will throw herself in harm’s way if it will save someone else. It sometimes causes conflict in their relationship, though Yui eventually accepts that she can’t force Nea to prioritize others before her own survival.

That being said, Yui is a daredevil and rarely backs down from a challenge. If her girlfriend dares her to steal the Deathslinger’s hat or wants to see who can survive longer with David’s terrible insta-injure perk, you can bet Yui is on board even if it jeopardizes the team.

One of their favorite pastimes is teaching each other swears in their respective languages. Though Nea mostly uses her newfound Japanese vocabulary to piss off the Spirit and Oni, it never fails to make both Nea and Yui (along with most of their friends) laugh whenever they're playfully cussing each other out with terrible pronunciation.

#dbd headcanons #nea karlsson #yui kimura #yuinea #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight #request

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// Hey so I'm just gonna throw some quick info out there. Some people who have been following me for a long time may have noticed I'm acting kinda uhhhhhhh weird and I wanted to give you guys an insight. Also people who are new followers!

So! As far as I am aware I have ADHD. I am not officially diagnosed and I am not medicated in any way, I hit a huge amount of hallmark symptoms, and I majorly hyperfocus. I also suffery really badly with Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (rsd). Now I am 28 and when I was younger I didn't know wtf was going on. Nowadays I have much, much better control over it; I've been working very hard on my mental health. I still suffer pretty bad with bouts of insomnia and obvs... I mean. hyperfixation. currently manifesting as peter parker brain rot.

UNFORTUNATELY, over christmas, as some of you have seen, I had a covid scare. My brain dealt with the very, very severe depression drop and insomnia by making me focus on writing in a way I haven't focused in a very, very long time. And this is also manifesting in other ways.

My entire RP lifespan (I've been doing RP since I was 11 and I am rapidly approaching 29) I have struggled with being annoying. Driving people away. Harrassing them for replies they didn't want to give, or pushing people until they hate me. I didn't know until recently this was a manifestation of symptoms. I have worked so, so hard to curb this behaviour. Over years. Over fucking years!! and all it has taken is three days and it has done a huge amount of damage. I am - struggling. honestly.

And I'm typing this out in an attempt at honesty. I need people to be clear with me. If I am irritating you, ask me to back off. If I send too many messages, if I ask for too much, if I go too fast, if I make you upset, please, please tell me. I am working on getting my brain back in order. I am struggling severely with my insomnia and I am brutally aware of just how badly my symptoms are manifesting. I appreciate you all, how nice you've all been and the reassurances. I'm not doing this to ask for sympathy. But yeah.

This has gone on way, way, waaaay too long lmao but thank you for anyone who reads it. I hope you can understand why I'm acting the way I am and I reassure you I am working on getting my brain back under control. Love y'all so much <3 Jay.

#ooc //#long post /

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s1utspeare · 3 years

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Fic Writer Interview Meme

I was tagged by my beloved @hils79, whose answers to this were so??? nice???? and good??? i was like HILLLSSSSS MY LOOOOVVVEEEE esp. with their spicy opinion like. it was very good.

name: Brigid! But slutspeare on ao3!

fandoms: hoo doggy. uhhhhh I wrote fic for Percy Jackson, Sherlock, the Avengers, and Doctor Who in Ye Olden Days on FF.net, but now I mostly write DMBJ fic, which, tbh, is really the only fandom that I like writing fic for at this point?? I think it’s because of the people lmao. And also the extremely versatile ways I can use the characters

two-shot: I don’t think I have a two-shot? I have some two-parter series, either finished or in the works, but for me it’s either one-shot or many-shots. I like two-shots though! They’re always very good bc More Content but with the neat formatting of a one-shot

most popular multi-chapter fic: A Swiftly Tilting Planet yooooooo! I mean to be fair it’s also my only multi-chapter fic but

actual worst part of writing: SUMMARIES i’m literally so bad at summaries. they’re all either short or don’t actually make sense bc I’m literally terrible at writing them. I also hate the feeling where the fic is all inside you and wants to come out but you don’t have enough time/energy/typing speed to get it out there quick enough

how you choose your titles: they’re usually song lyrics or lines from poems lmao. I’m also not great at titles. the FoBa Psychic Detective AU is gonna be called You Don’t Recognize the Bodies in the Water, which is from a weird-ass TikTok I saw the other day so uhhhhh take my titling ability as being Non-Existant

do you outline: YES ok so i was adamantly against outlining for like. my entire writing career bc i was like “it’s a waste of time, idk what’s going to happen, i find it out as i write” and then i outlined Swiftly Tilting and banged that one out SO fucking quick. Like, even just having a basic idea of where you want to go before you start makes writing SO much easier. how did i not discover this hack earlier. Also, you don’t even have to stick with it! You can change it as you discover things! Like! Ah!

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice: hmmmm i don’t know! There’s like! so many! and most of them I could conceivably get around to, but it might be awhile. I have a vague idea for a Swiftly Tilting prequel about the m9 ship crew, and also a Vincenzo fic about vinnie and luca being IN LOVE because they ARE but i don’t know if I have enough passion in me to write for that show. other than that, though, is just like. a veritable cascade of ideas waiting (ooohh like the Jia Kezi/Li Jiale ghost roommate oneshot based on the hit BL drama He’s Coming to Me? i would LOVE to write that one but idk if it will happen). aslighalkdsfjladkjf @vishcount I also had a SOTUS-dream last night where Arthit discovers a secret plot at the college that involves a gun full of bees that Kongpob’s mother developed and he has to keep it hidden from the Bad Guys who want to use it to create like, fuckin, superpowered swimmers?? also there was a lot of angst involved bc Arthit was a swimmer in high school for some reason and then something happened oh wait oh shit I realize why that was, it’s because Krist was in that one show where he played a swimmer in high school and it was very angsty. Ok my brain makes sense now. Also BTS was there.

callouts @ me: i love u. slow down u maniac.

best writing traits: oh gosh uhhhhhhh ok I don’t want this to sound like i’m bragging or full of myself but like. I’m fucking good at writing. There’s definitely stuff that I need to work on, and maybe i should edit things a little more but like??? bitch!!!! you’re good at this!!! this is your job!!! idk I spent so much time being like “aw shit what if I’m actually not that good what if everyone who reads my stuff is just being nice and saying that they like it and it actually sucks” but i’ve looked back on some of the things i’ve done recently and I’m like, actually a good writer. I mean I’ve been practicing for a long time, so it stands to reason that I would be decent by now. But SHIT like. I’m doing ok! and I’m still a baby! I can only get better!

spicy tangential opinion: I don’t know if I really have any writing Hot Takes? oh wait i guess i do have one sort of. I think the “fake it until you make it” saying is also super applicable to writing, bc in college I was like “ok what if I just make this as Pretentious Sounding As Possible” and everyone was like “omgggg ur so goooodddd this proseee” and i was like “oh damn i didn’t realize that would work.” and now my ace ass writes straight p*rn romance novels for a living. like I genuinely don’t know what I’m doing half the time, but if you put your work out there with confidence and the knowledge that someone will want to read it, someone is going to read it. also u don’t have to know what a penis looks like to write Sex Involving Penises. You’ve just gotta be good at metaphors.

this was so fun! I love answering questions! I’m gonna tag @vishcount, @lacommunarde, @gaiahenshin, @merinnan, @bookjoyworm, @humanlighthouse, and @undyingsunshine for this one, if you haven’t already been tagged (but as always, no pressure)! also, anyone else who would like to do it, pls tag steal from me!!! love u bbs, hope you’re having a great day!

#tag game #about me #my writing #fic

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andromedako · 3 years

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A Day Out - Kamishiro Rui/Kusanagi Nene (+ Mizuki Akiyama)

[tl;dr ruinene + mizuki third wheel bc we need more rui and mizuki friend content but also i wanna see nene and mizuki friend content]

[notes: kanafuyu mentioned VERY briefly, nene is 100% nd and you can’t take that away from me, ruinene already established]

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[Kamishiro Rui has created the chat.] [Kusanagi Nene was added to the chat.]

Kusanagi Nene: what Kamishiro Rui: Give me a sec...

[Mizuki Akiyama was added to the chat.]

Mizuki Akiyama: yahoo!! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ Kamishiro Rui: Hey hey~! Kusanagi Nene: hi? Mizuki Akiyama: uwa! you must be one of rui's friends!! Kusanagi Nene: . Mizuki Akiyama: (´･ᴗ･ ` ) Kusanagi Nene: hey rui can i have admin real quick Kamishiro Rui: Uh.. sure?

[Kusanagi Nene is now admin of the chat.]

Kusanagi Nene: thanks

[Kamishiro Rui's nickname was changed to idiot #1.] [Mizuki Akiyama's nickname was changed to idiot #2.] [Kusanagi Nene's nickname was changed to Nene.]

Nene: there we go idiot #1: Hm. Should've saw that one coming. idiot #2: GDFJKHGKJHGKDJLDFKJH Nene: ? idiot #2: aaaaaaanywaaaaaays!! nice to meet ya nene! Nene: hi Nene: ...nice to meet you too idiot #2: not one for conversation, huh? (´• ω •`) idiot #1: Not really. Anyways, let me fix these real quick...

[idiot #1's nickname was changed to Rui.] [idiot #2's nickname was changed to Mizuki.]

Rui: There we go! Mizuki: eyyy Nene: aw. i kinda liked those nicknames... Mizuki: (｡•́︿•̀｡) Rui: Anyways. I did want to say something, which is why I made this chat...! Mizuki: oh worm? Rui: Mizuki had the idea of hanging out together sometime... and I realized they hadn't actually met you properly, Nene. So, why not just the 3 of us go out and do something together? That way you two can get to hang out and meet each other~! Nene: rui thats a horrible idea Mizuki: thats a great idea!!! Nene: . Mizuki: huh? is there something you wanna say neneeeeee?? Nene: no, Rui: It's settled then! ...Now to figure out where we're going to go. Rui: ...Do you guys have any ideas~? Nene: uhhhhhhh dinner ? Mizuki: oooh! going to a diner would be pretty nice!! (っ˘ω˘ς ) Rui: I agree! Maybe we go to the family diner nearby? Mizuki: aw hell yea!! Mizuki: me n the gc buddies went there once, it was p good!! Rui: Perfect~! Nene, what do you think? Nene: . Nene: sure Rui: It's been decided! Now for the when... Mizuki: i'm free anytime! ( ´ ▽ ` ) Nene: same Rui: Great! I know we have school, so... should we schedule for a weekend? Mizuki: oh haha yeah thats right Mizuki: sure!! Nene: uh. sure Rui: Alright! Guess that's all~! Nene: is that the only reason you made this chat Rui: ...Maybe. Nene: , Mizuki: (*≧ω≦*) well now im excited!! itll be nice to see yall!! Nene: you too Rui: Same here~! Well, I'm going to head off now. Working on a little... something.

[Rui has logged off.]

Nene: bye Nene: oh there he goes Mizuki: damn. he's fast, huh? Nene: . Nene: mizuki i have 1 thing to say Mizuki: hmmmm? (❛ ᴗ ❛)ゞ Nene: sorry in advance Mizuki: gdfjhkgfkj?? why?? Nene: have fun being a third wheel

[Nene has logged off.]

Mizuki: . Mizuki: JKHGDFHJKDFKGJHDF WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE

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1 am rolled around, and Mizuki connected to Night Code, ready for another night of working. The conversations played out the same, everyone talking about whatever came on their mind at times. At one point or another, though, they had brought up the outing for yesterday.

"Oh yeah! I might be a bit busy Saturday, if that's fine with y'all!" Their voice beamed of proudness, like it had been an amazing feat that they were going out. "Aw, really? I was hoping we could work on our stuff early that day..." Ena sounded a bit disappointed, but not completely. "I mean... we'll still meet at our usual time, Enanan! Just wanted to let ya know I'm hanging out with some friends for the day-" "You have friends?" She meant it jokingly, and Ena's comment ended up causing a mock argument to form, probably annoying the hell out of Kanade and Mafuyu.

Kanade unmuted once the conversation died down, not adding much to it. "Uh... it's fine, Amia. I don't mind." Mafuyu added her own agreement on the situation, though whether she actually cared about what was going on was up to debate. A little more talking, and the 4 eventually logged off.

Mizuki went to lay down, until they had thought about Nene's... comment. "'Enjoy being a third wheel', huh? ...Surely she's joking." They pondered on it, before giving up and sleeping. Tomorrow would surely be fun anyways, third wheel or not!

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While Mizuki on their way, Rui and Nene waited a few buildings from the diner, not knowing their destination was so nearby. Nene had her eyes downcast, slightly nervous. She didn't really... enjoy meeting new people too much, in her defense. Though, her anxieties were calmed a little, knowing that this mysterious person already knew Rui. She decided to press into it a bit more.

"So... w-who is this other person. I was just... um, curious." "Ah, Mizuki? An... old friend of mine." "...Oh. Do they... go to our school?" ". . ." It's... been a while since he'd seen them at school, admittedly. "I a-assume they don't." "Oh! No, no, they do." "Huh."

Silence for a bit.

"They don't come very often, but I managed to at least get back in touch with them!" He smirked, obviously proud of his accomplishments. "T-That's nice..." She smiled softly. Seeing her childhood friend- no, her boyfriend proud like that made her feel a little happy. No matter what made her happy, though, the anxiety set in shortly thereafter, and everytime she would drop her gaze, before engaging in conversation again to distract herself.

"Yahoo! I'm heeeere! Sorry, I overslept kinda~!" A voice called out, interrupting their conversation, and the both of them looked over. Who else would it be but the one and only Mizuki?

"Hey! Don't worry, you're not too late." Rui called out back. Nene looked up for a second, almost looking up at Mizuki's face, before looking back down again. The sidewalk might be a better place to look.

"Uh... hi." Her voice came out somewhat shaky, and she was uncertain directly what feelings were taking priority now- the inherit embarrassment of being next to the one she loves the most, or the anxiety of talking to someone you're not too familiar with.

"Hey hey! ...I assume y'all know where it is, right?" "About that." "...Well, lucky for ya, it's right down here!"

They led the two to the diner, a local family-run restaurant. Mizuki had been a frequent visitor recently, so much so that they practically knew the staff by name. The 3 were seated rather quickly, as the place wasn't busy currently. With that, lunch began.

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Rui and Nene browsed the menus, while Mizuki looked for 1 second and put theirs down.

"Ah, have you already decided?" "I always get the same thing when I come, really!" Nene tried to speak up, but her voice was barely above a whisper. "Uh... I-I'm like that too." "Oh?" Mizuki perked up at the comment, and immediately jumped into helping her. "Well, they might have what you like then! Lemme see..." They helped guide her to what she had gotten before at the places she'd been to, leaving one more person to find out what he wanted.

"C'mon, Rui, you're the last one to order!" "I know... all this looks good though. It's really hard to choose..." He studied the menu, before finally choosing.

As Mizuki ordered their meals, Nene looked around. This place felt... almost cozy. She could see why Mizuki liked this place...

But it was a new place. An unfamiliar place. She didn't like that one bit. She tried to focus on being calm as much as she could, she didn't want to ruin this for everyone else. Under the table, she gripped onto Rui's hand, not intent on letting go anytime soon. He looked to her, a little concern in his face. She just stared at the table, wordlessly.

"So, how are the girls, Mizuki?" Rui tried to start a conversation, hoping to ease some of Nene's fears. "Oh! Well, things are alright~! The usual goes on... kinda shocked though." "Hm? Why?" "Everyone joked about me and Ena being the e-couple, but we got a twist of events. Something with K and Yu- Kanade and Mafuyu." Nene was a little intrigued by this, not knowing who they were referring to. She lifted her head a bit, staring towards Mizuki's end of the table.

"Um... w-who are Kanade and M-Mafuyu?" "Oh!! They're some of my friends! We're in a little music circle together~! Maybe you've heard of us before..." Nene cocked her head, still not making eye contact with Mizuki. "I don't think..." "25 o'clock at Night Code...? Niigo?" "N-No... doesn't sounds t-too familiar." Fuck. They're probably m- "Eh? Maybe I can show you what we do then later!" ...They weren't mad? "U-Uh, alright...?"

Various conversations passed by, until a little comment came back into Mizuki's head. "...Nene?" "Huh?" "What.. did you mean by 'enjoy being a third wheel'...?" At that moment, it took a bit to register, but as soon as it did, Nene's face lit up red. "U-Uh... I..." She put her head down on the table. God damnit. Rui held back a laugh, and looked at Nene. "I forgot to say, huh." He smiled, blushing a little. "Hm. Let me guess..." Mizuki smiled smugly, knowing what the answer would really be in the back of their head. "...You're business partners?" This time, he laughed. "You coooould say that." "Really? Knew it!" They did a fake victory, and laughed along with him.

The food arrived, and Nene lifted her head off of the table. As much as she hated to admit, they were dating. It was probably obvious to the whole world, despite how adamant she can be about how they're not. Really, the only person she's super open about it to is, funny enough, the one she's with.

"Sweet! It's hereeee! Everyone, enjoy!"

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When everything was done, they all cleaned up, and got ready to leave. As they stood up, Mizuki focused on the two, noticing they were hand-in-hand. They smiled, happy to see that they were both happy as well.

"So, how'd ya like it?" "I thought it was pretty nice! You, Nene?" She stayed silent for a bit, before answering. "I-I liked it..." Rui smiled, and Mizuki beamed proudly. "Told ya y'all would like it!" "...M-Maybe we should c-come here again." She softly smiled again. Rui and Mizuki looked towards Nene, who had barely spoken much the whole time, surprised at her comment. "Well, like I said, I'm free whenever! So whenever y'all wanna hang out again, we can! Maybe next time we can go to a movie, or we could go to the park, maybe out shopping at the mall-"

"Why don't you come to one of our performances?" Rui took his chance. "Good idea! Just tell me when the next one is! Maybe I can drag everyone else there too~!" Their face told all; they were definitely plotting something. "Don't worry, we will~! I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

As they left, they took seperate paths back home, Mizuki heading alone and the pair heading back to their neighborhood.

"...S-So." "So! What did you think of them?" "..." "...Hm?" "I l-liked them. They... seem nice." He gasped softly. He wasn't really expecting that answer. "...But they're your friend. So maybe they're a weirdo too." There it was. "Aren't we all weird in our own ways, Nene?" He smiled, and she smiled back.

For once, her eyes met someone else's this evening. The one person she felt like she could do this with. They talked and talked as they walked home, saying whatever came to mind.

Meanwhile, Mizuki came home and napped, waiting for 1 am to roll around again, ready to talk with the others about their day.

#emil.rtf #ok to rb #my writing #project sekai #rui kamishiro #nene kusanagi #mizuki akiyama #ruinene #UM HI. i dont write often this is really bad im so sorry gfjhkgdfkjhsdkgj #also this may be ooc i am so sorry

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So cool that you’re opening up requests!! Could I pls request love struck Taehyung who just can’t help but get so flustered over the reader? Like anything that they do Taehyung just is: 💗👄💗

This sounds like the President’s Son lol, but here ya go, anon:

↳ The Library Losers

978 words || 100% Fluff || College!AU || Kim Taehyung

Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird.

Taehyung continues to chant the three words silently until the syllables begin to morph and sound strange to his own head. The ironic part was that despite his efforts of not being awkward, he was very much being so. “Can I borrow that highlighter?” Your sudden question has him breaking out of his own inner monologue and he whips his head up from his textbook. “Uhhhhhhh…..” It’s not his fault that his brain’s been reduced to half a cell. “I don’t have to.” “N-no, g-go ahead, please.” He motions over clumsily, accidentally knocking over your steel water bottle and it clatters over on the wooden table in the quiet library. The librarian lifts her head to look at the ruckus but by then he’s stumbling, putting it back upright. “S-sorry, my bad.” You nod slowly at Taehyung, taking his yellow highlighter and marking a line in your notebook. God. Jimin’s right. He’s an idiot. But he’s usually not like this — that’s right, he reminds himself. On a good day, Taehyung doesn’t have trouble with social interaction and has somewhat of a good sense of humour. Dare he say, he even has some charms that draw people into him. But there’s something about you that makes him so damn nervous. He can’t show his best self. You’re just some girl in his class that he’s sat beside, then again, you’re not just some girl. You’re at a whole other league - intelligent, pretty, funny. He really doesn’t want to mess this up for himself, but the sad part was the mere thought was inadvertently making him mess up. Damn, it was already a fucking miracle that he was able to ask you to study with him for the midterm. Then again, he doesn’t remember a single thing of that. He blacked out. “I’m not usually like this.” You look up from your notes. “What?” “Never mind.” “Alright then.” Your brows lift and you return to your textbook. Taehyung damns himself for being such a dork. He’s cursing himself until you interrupt with another question. “Hey, did you understand this section? The prof kind of went over it too quick in the lecture for me.” “Ooh, I have that.” The college boy flips vigorously through his notes and he pushes it over without realizing that he’s shoving your textbook over and off the table until it clatters to the ground. “S-sorry.” He ducks under the table to grab it at the same time you bend over. “I got it—” “No, it’s fine, I have it.” Your hands accidentally brush one another and goosebumps raise all over the back of Taehyung’s arms. He retracts it quickly as if your touch burns him and when he lifts his head to squirm away, but he accidentally bangs it against the underside of the table instead. His skull smashes against the hard surface. “Ow!” You gasp. “Are you okay?!” “I’m fine, I’m alright!” “Silence, please!” The librarian shouts passive aggressively. “This is supposed to be a quiet working space.” “Sorry.” “Sorry.” The pair of you get yourselves oriented again and Taehyung sighs, his cheeks on fire. He’s mortified, cringing to death. A part of him wants to roll out of his seat and start crawling on the floor until he makes it to his bed and he can pull the covers over his head to hide for the rest of his life. There’s silence as Taehyung fails to get a grip on himself, but he’s interrupted by your sudden question. “Taehyung, did I do something to upset you?” He’s shocked, caught off guard. “Why would you say that?” “Well, you keep looking at me like you’re upset,” you whisper across the table lest the grumpy librarian catches you talking and making noise and kicks you both out. “No, no, I’m not upset!” He expresses in exasperation. “It’s the opposite.” You frown, lips lopsided. “...You upset me?” “No!” He cringes and lowers the volume of his voice, trying to quickly clear the misunderstanding. “I’m sorry. I just really like you. Wait, I mean—I….” He sighs. “Oh.” You nod once, swallowing hard. “I’m glad the feeling’s mutual then.” He blinks several times, lashes fluttering at you. “You like me?” “Taehyung. I’m studying with you on a Saturday. At seven in the morning. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here.” “Oh. Makes sense.” Huh. But despite his calm exterior, his brain still can’t quite process what’s occurring. “So you don’t hate me?” “No.” “You don’t think I’m awkward?” A laugh pulls from your chest, a glorious sound that has Taehyung’s ears tickling. “No, I don’t. I was really happy when you asked me out on a study date. But I’m just curious as to why'd you ask me out on at seven in the morning.” “I don’t know. Sorry. I kind of blacked out when I asked,” he admits sheepishly. You smile, tapping your pen nervously on your papers. “So you didn’t mean to?” “No, I wanted to go out!” He clears his throat and leans over, asking again to clarify and make sure he’s not dreaming. “So this is a date?” “If you want it to be.” You shrug, corners of your mouth tugging into your cheeks. “I would’ve preferred if you asked me out to a movie or dinner or a coffee date but studying’s fine too...even though our midterm is in four weeks.” The biggest grin plasters itself onto Taehyung’s face. He’s so happy he could explode, and at once, he slams his textbook shuts. At this point, he doesn’t care about the librarian glaring from her desk. “I didn’t know it was in four weeks. Let’s go watch a movie!” “I’d love to.” You laugh again, closing up your own notebook. You’re as smitten with him as he is with you.

#Requests 2019 #bts fanfic #bts scenario #taehyung fanfic #taehyung drabble #Anonymous #btsboulangerie #the first of twelve requests #let's goooo

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✪ ------ 1. OF ROBBERY, KIDNAPPING & MURDER.

summary: the van der linde gang aims to beat the o’driscolls to the punch in kidnapping the bride-to-be of a railroad magnate named waylon robbins. for miss turner, this is quickly becoming the worst day of her life... cue a botched kidnapping and symbolism abound. arthur called it, really. word count: 3.4k pairing: high honor!arthur morgan x female!reader, turner as a placeholder last-name. listen to: “kicks” by barn courtney a/n: i told you my one goal was to make you all fall in love with with arthur, so uhhhhhhh buckle the fuck up folks

“Kidnapping...?”

It sounds so damn simple when said aloud.

... All of Dutch van der Linde’s plans usually do.

Arthur Morgan, though, a man built on loyalty and fiercely so, would never openly admit he hates how easily the aging leader of the Van Der Linde gang can string him and the others along with the promise of success and cash. Swindling -- it’s like second nature to Dutch; he’s slippery and well-spoken and charming and cunning more than anything else in this world.

He’ll be a snake in the next life, Hosea used to say with wisdom and wit, Just you see.

There’s something respectable about it, though -- Arthur is aware he himself is far too easy to read to be some gallivanting gang leader destined to bring his people promises of fortune and health and all things good. He’s always been like that. His intentions show on his face. In moments like these, Arthur needs not to say a thing. Instead, his hesitation shines through in a scowl, his disposition morphed into something unimpressed and skeptical.

Hosea can’t help but hide a smile into his cup of coffee. The boy he’d nearly nursed is a man now -- through and through -- but still holds a youthful sort of ruggedness to him at times. Arthur is pouting. Plainly put.

“Kidnapping,” Arthur says again, sounding it out and not liking the taste it leaves in his mouth, “I dunno, Dutch...”

“Mr. Morgan,” it’s Karen who speaks then, looming over Arthur’s shoulder and pointing out the skepticism in question, “All I’ve been hearin’ is chatter about the O’Driscolls --”

Her voice is eager. Ever an excitable woman.

“And wouldn’t it be nice to beat Colm to the punch?” cracks Micah, as if he’s some kind of puppet for Dutch.

Kiss ass.

The rickety wooden table in the center of van der Linde’s camp has gathered nearly everyone -- save for Abigail and little Jack -- and Arthur is suddenly very aware of the eyes glued to him.

The outlaw crosses his arms, pushing a hand along his jaw. A low rumble works itself from his throat.

“So, what? We kidnap some girl for money,” Arthur drawls on, sounding out the plan, “Ransom her off, expectin’ th’ law, who, mind you is still diggin’ through the hills of West Elizabeth lookin’ for us, to ignore it? We’re still getting our footing here an’ --”

“And cash would help,” says Dutch, “I understand your hesitation, my friend, but --”

“But, Arthur has a point,” Hosea, ever the voice of reason, musters, “This is going to garner attention.”

“Who is this lady anyway?”

It’s Mary-Beth who steps up, now, hands clasped tightly around her journal. “She’s the daughter of a lawyer from Point Pleasant, a town out West. Turner is the family name -- rumors been spreadin’ like wildfire that she’s due to marry some railroad magnate named Waylon Robbins.”

“Right,” Arthur scoffs with a bitterness everyone knows well, “A friend a’ Leviticus Cornwall, no doubt.”

“Brother-in-law, actually.”

“Yer kiddin’.”

“Not at all,” Mary-Beth insists, “Meaning there’s a lot of money here, Mr. Morgan, and that is why the O’Driscolls want to make the first move.”

“How’d y’ hear about this again?” Arthur leans back in his chair, knuckles drumming on the table before he waves and bites in with a questioning tone, “Can we confirm any of it?”

“Sure can,” John says, “Charles and I scouted out the area the girls heard them talkin’ about -- the O’Driscolls have set up camp there, no doubt ready to choke the carriages off when they hit the pass.”

Arthur spares Charles a look. He trusts him more than Morstan. Charles nods. Clapping Arthur’s shoulder.

“This could be good, Arthur.”

“... Seems like y’all have all made yer minds up, then.”

“We just need our best man, Arthur.”

That’s a plea if he’s ever heard one. Dutch is leaned forward now, hands on the table and eyes set on his left-hand man. Hosea, to the right, is quiet, watching as the blonde outlaw exhales.

Then, he sips his coffee.

After a moment of silence and weighing the odds, Arthur Morgan shrugs.

“Kidnapping, then.”

A chorus of woops circles the table.

The ride is miserable.

That’s really the only way you can describe it -- I mean, there you are, sweating bullets across from your bitter mother and bitter father and your less-than-amused younger sister. Jenny, though, spares you a single look and, from your left, nudges your elbow and offers you her fan.

You gratefully accept it. You feel like you could throw up.

Fwip, fwip, fwip.

You’re weighed down by the intricate gown your mother had insisted upon for this morning’s failure of a breakfast -- your hair had been done up an intricate plaits, pinned with pearls and the promise of marriage. The corset around your waist is awfully tight, maybe too tight, and your find yourself wishing you could just rip the plooms of fabric around your shoulders off. The high neckline might paint you all sorts of sophistication, but right now, it just makes you want to scream.

What you’d give to be back home, back at your desk. A good book would take the edge off.

Cue another miserable pass of more silence.

The carriage rocks and you hold your breath, trying desperately to stop the whole world from spinning. You’re tied between tunnel vision and hurling when your mother catches your eye.

Fwip, fwip, fwip, a bit more furiously now.

“ -- You surely can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious,” you bite back with a woozy look, “I won’t --”

“Enough.”

You father doesn’t even look at you.

Miserable. Absolutely miserable.

And that’s when the yelling starts.

Overhead, a hawk cries.

The sand dances with mirages in the valley.

The carriage, a deep plum and with windows blocked by plush curtains, rocks along.

From his spot on the grassy overlook, Arthur drops his binoculars back into his sacel and pushes himself up into a squat. He taps Charles shoulder, beckoning to John. The both blink up at him, squinting into the sun.

Christ, it’s hot.

“Tha’s our lucky carriage,” he says, “Both of you, on me. We’re gunna run ‘em West of th’ gorge, Dutch an’ Micah an’ Hosea will choke ‘em off on th’ other side of th’ pass. Don’t wanna get the attention of the O’Driscolls now.”

The mid-day sun is beating on Arthur’s back when he beats into the stirrups and kicks his stead into a sprint -- the formation is lead by the blonde outlaw, quick to wind through the mountain pass. Bandanas and sleeves are pulled up, faces masked under the black material and brim of hats.

It’s something mighty terrible -- they are, all of them, outlaws and criminals and wanted men in this moment -- the sight of the them, holstered up and with fire in their eyes, might be enough to scare off even the most daring of lawmen. Arthur, in the heat of moments like these, is proud to be in thick with the thieves.

This feeling? It’s unstoppable.

And so, in a storm of dust and vicious jeers, the van der Linde gang descends upon the Turner family’s carriage.

“What in the fresh hell --”

A bullet tears through the middle of the carriage.

In one side, out the other. Straight between you and your father.

Symbolism is one hell of a thing, isn’t it?

You and your sister blink at it.

The furious fwip, fwip, fwip-ing of your fan stops and suddenly, the carriage kicks forward in a panicked sprint. You yelp, gripping Jenny tight as your mother flies into your lap with a screech. As if the jarring movements of the carriage hadn’t already been horrid, now it’s worse -- the yell of the driver rattles through the cabin.

“We’ve got a problem, Mr. Turner!”

You move, peeling aside the velvet curtains -- up along the ridge are three men on horses, pounding into the sand; the sight, if it wasn’t so real, could be considered awesome like something out of a story-book. Your jaw falls slack. Their faces are hidden beneath bandanas, guns gripped tight in one hand and reigns in the other.

Highwaymen.

Their whoops echo off the canyon walls.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

This is, officially, the worst day of your life.

Suddenly, your view is blocked by the dark side of a horse pulling up along the carriage -- you’re offered a single, humorous tip of a hat by the man in question, striking blue eyes pulled into a wildly devilish look. He spurs his horse on, moving to press himself up onto his saddle. His boots, polished jet-black with golden spurs, glint in the light.

And he jumps.

Arthur lands atop the carriage with a heavy thud, ribs screaming in protest. He’s sweatin’ like a pig now, gloved hand moving to grasp at his hat as he gets his footing. He pushes on, leaning as he digs his fists into the driver’s shoulders of his dress shirt.

“Sorry, pal.”

The carriage rocks and you blanch as the driver -- a kind man by the name of Thomas -- flies by your window with a horrible scream. You fly forward as the carriage is stopped dead in the middle of the canyon pass.

The carriage skids, tipping violently back and forth as it settle in the dirt. The dust kicked up around the carriage begins to settle as you realize you’re stopped in a standstill.

There’s another cry of a hawk above.

This is an awfully well curated robbery, you think. The high, rocky walls of the gorge are blocking the carriage in and the circling of the highwaymen atop their horses becomes ever present.

Along with the laughter.

The outlaws are laughing.

Inside, the carriage is silent.

Jenny grips your hand.

“John,” it’s your mother, clinging to your father with a whisper, “What do we do?”

“We reason with them --”

You spare a look at your father, then, and his usual coolness is back -- his aging face is set with an angry sort of determination that is swiftly cut down when the door to the carriage is yanked open.

If this wasn’t life or death, maybe you would have gotten more satisfaction out of it.

“Hiya, folks.”

The gun pressed to the temple of your father riles a scream out of your mother. You and Jenny keep quiet, lips sealed tight, and you watch as the men seem to double in numbers -- suddenly, there’s three hauling your family from the carriage. You watch as Jenny is passed into a rough grip, one man helps her down and another trains his hands on her waist.

Stepping into the sun, you blink rather incredulously, at the act.

Irritation, born out of the heat and torture of the morning boils over.

When you emerge, struck square in the face by the heat of the summer sun, the gang falls into silence for a breaking moment, all eyes landing on you as you stand in the doorway of the carriage.

You’re certainly something -- a high-class girl poised in a dress worth more than him, he reasons. Your hair, swept into an intricate style, screams Paris couture and Arthur realizes that all the rumors the girls had overheard about you must be true. You look like you sleep on a mattress full of money.

Arthur shares a look of approval with Dutch.

This might actually work, this whole kidnapping thing.

“And you must be th’ Miss Turner we’ve all heard so much about.”

It’s a low drawl.

Arthur, sweeps his hat from his head, dropping into a rather mocking bow as you recognize him as the one who’d kindly chucked Thomas off the canyon five hundred feet back.

He’s something scary -- all muscle and broad shoulders and guns strapped to his hips and thigh. His eyes are wild with something you can’t pin down. You’re nearly sure you see a smirk behind his black bandana; the creeping tan along his arms calls to man who spends his afternoons running from lawmen. His hair is like gold, messed from the afternoon ride and lawless activities.

You decide, in that moment, you don’t like him.

From the bottom step of the carriage, he offers a hand.

You swat it away on instinct.

The look on your face is one of fire and determination.

You snap. “I can manage fine, thank you.”

That riles sudden laughter out of the gang. The one with the blue eyes gives a deep laugh then, his hat pressed to his abdomen as he does. He swipes at sweat along his brow, dropping a hand to his belt as he eyes you critically.

“And an attitude t’ boot!”

Anger flares in your chest, face twisted into a horribly mean look. You help yourself down on shaking knees. Your heels hit the hot dirt and you stumble; the summer heat of West Elizabeth is like a punch in the gut. Jenny is quick to glue herself to your side, fisting your dresses sleeves in a tight grip. You glance to the back of the carriage, watching as two other men begin to off load trunks of belongings onto their horses. You spot yours, a small black one, throw among their stash.

“Awfully kind a’ you folks t’ stop fer us,” says another highwayman now, “Now, if you’d --”

“If you’re smart,” bites your father, “You’ll let us go. I have money, I can write a check --”

“That,” the one with the blue eyes says as he raises a finger, “We know --”

“Then let us go!” cries your mother, “We’ll give you all we have and go on our way --”

“Betsy --”

“Shut up, John --!”

Suddenly, another gunshot. Everyone jumps as the sound ricochets around the red canyon.

It kicks dust between you and the blue-eyed outlaw.

Symbolism. What a thing.

Simple.

This was supposed to be simple.

This is not simple.

“O’Driscolls!”

The gang scatters on instinct, running like ants under a boot at the sudden appearance of at least ten O’Driscolls on the canyon’s ledge -- beneath the iron sights of their rifles, the gang is exposed and so is their damn loot; Arthur calls out to Charles and John quickly, fingers drawn between his lips as he whistles for his horse.

“Grab th’ girl!” he cries, “Grab ‘er an’ get outta here!”

He didn’t specify which girl.

Arthur, really, didn’t think he’d need to.

But, when the boys pull Jenny from you and throw her on the back of Charles’ horse, you’re left pinned to the back side of the carriage as bullets swiss in and out of the wood. Arthur’s eyes are pulled wide as he realizes you’re the one they needed -- he skids to the dirt at your feet, hand wrapping tight around your wrist as he pulls you towards his horse.

“Time t’ go, lady!”

“Let go of me!”

“Will you stop --!”

You land a good punch on his arm, kicking as he drags you up with a huff and pins you in-front of him on the saddle -- his horse bucks with an angry whinny and bucks. You pale, motion sickness roaring back up like a tide as you become a bit more passive.

Arthur calls out to Dutch and the others over his shoulder:

“Get the goods out of here -- we gotta go!”

Your eyes widen as horses begin to pour into the canyon behind you. You shriek as a bullet whizzes by your head and you swear you could feel the air on it. Your hands fist the saddle, voice pulling a startled yell from your throat as the outlaw kicks his golden spurs into the belly of the beast underneath you and sends you both flying into a sprint. Your back hits his chest, hair flying wildly.

Arthur sputters, spitting hair out of his mouth. He pulls a face before calling out.

“C’mon, boy! Hiya!”

The pace is grueling, fueled by the hot iron on their heels. Bullets are whizzing by left and right, the clobber of hooves filling your ears. You can feel him, the blue-eyed man, hunching over you, trying his best to protect you from the firefight. He snaps the reigns with a flick of his wrist, pulling his bandana down so he can breathe. He turns, looking back to check his six, losing his hat in the process.

The first time you ever get a good look at Arthur Morgan, he’s cursing like a sailor, sweating like a pig and running for his life.

As far as first impressions go, this is just about right.

The sudden change in sound of his horses hooves catches your attention and you blink down, noticing the change in terrain -- it’s a hollow sound.

You’re on railroad tracks.

You realize, suddenly, the outlaw is trying to make a pass, to hike up and around the bridge the other gang is trying to choke him off at -- but, when he hits the trail, Arthur tugs fast the other way. He can see O’Driscolls are lining the ridge to the South, towards camp, and the split decision in direction sends you both and his horse careening across a narrow bridge.

You blink down.

KAPLUNKKAPLUNKKAPLUNKKAPLUNK. The sound of the hooves on the bridge is panic inducing.

Twenty feet down, the Dakota river rushes by.

A bullet kicks wood splinter up ahead of you.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you scream in a rush over the wind, fingers gripping the saddle, “You’re going to kill us both!”

“Will you shut up?!”

Don’t remind me.

Down the valley, there’s at least fifteen men on horses following you, their rides splashing through a shallow end of the river as they cross fifty feet up the hill -- to your right, it’s the same; you’d be thankful if they were lawmen, but you have an inkling of a feeling these O’Driscoll boys are out to get the same thing as the man behind you on the saddle.

The bridge, though? Well, it’s a clear shot -- no winding trails and hills -- and as Arthur begins to pull ahead, begins to think this just might work...

The blaring horn of a train hits his ears as it exits the tunnel up ahead.

Your eyes widen.

His horse comes to a painfully sharp stop and you fly forward; the horse gives a horrible cry as it realizes the impending danger just as you both do.

“There’s -- oh no, no, no--”

“Yeah, I see it, damn it--”

“Train, train!”

Arthur turns back then, yanking the reigns in a panic and trying to speed his horse up, but -- there’s no way. Not with that 1,500 ton, coal swallowing, iron giant barreling towards them. Not with you and him both on the back of it. Arthur curses, eyes moving to the edge of the bridge as they ride at a breaking pace.

The river below is deep there. The water is dark blue, glittering in the high afternoon sun.

His eyes are wild, blinking back at the train over his shoulder.

“... Son of a bitch,” he grumbles, coming to the realization that this is going to have to happen.

Suddenly, he pulls back on the reigns, They stop. He swings his legs over the edge of his horse.

CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG! CHOOOOOOOOOOOO --

“What are you doing?!” you shriek again, kicking his hands away, clawing at the reigns.

“Nice day fer a swim, don’t you think --”

“What -- get off --!”

The horn blares, louder this time, and the chug of wheels rattle the bridge. You both turn to look, eyes pulled into panic. Arthur’s grip on your waist is tight, hauling you over his shoulder as he slaps the back of his horse, sending it off in a blink. You screech, clawing at his back as the train gets closer and closer and the bridge is shaking and the horn rattles your chest and it’s getting closer and closer and closer --

CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG --

And the last thing you see is the blue-eyed outlaw’s apologetic look as he hauls you and then himself off the bridge at Fool’s Pass.

-- CHOOOOoooooo!

SPLASH!

Kidnapping.

It’s always simpler said aloud.

#simpler said aloud #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan fanfic #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 reader insert #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption imagine #WOOF A FULL FIC? ME? YEAH

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recurring-polynya · 4 years

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Writing Update 5/12/2020:

Uhhhhhhh...

I’ve had some Bad Writing Brain lately, I wrote a long post about it yesterday, and I’m gonna try not to go into it too much, mostly I’m just trying to write a few sentences a day and not try to let it get me down.

I’ve made some progress on my Friend Art, but it’s going slow and I feel bad about that. I have no clue what possessed me to illustrate my Zanpakutou Arc recaps, but I’ve been saying for awhile that I want to get better at quick sketchies and I think that’s good practice.

Part of my writing problems is that I have too many WIPs fighting for space in my head right now. I feel in my heart like I want to get some stuff done on the next part of Heart is a Muscle-- the first chapter is done and very strong, and it’s just... a big mess after that. It’s up close to 20k words, how did it get so big without anything actually happening? This will sound familiar to long-time Polynya followers, since this is just how I am, but it doesn’t mean I feel good about it. I keep waffling as to whether I should just make myself work on it anyway, or to work on the half dozen other WIPs I’ve got that aren’t gonna write themselves.

I did get up to 6000 words on the Squad 11 Self-Care fic, so that’s something, I guess.

#writing update #art update #sorry this one was kind of a bummer i'm not really feeling it this week

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sophfandoms53 · 5 years

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History Repeats Itself AU

It all started on that one Christmas Eve. At age 17, when a strange duck dressed all in purple appeared at McDuck manor. She claimed to Webby that she was a distant relative and said her name was Violet. Webby, of course, having a complete encyclopedia of the McDuck tree didn’t really buy it, but didn’t question it.

“So.. where’s Dewey?”

“I don’t know. Probably outside somewhere.”

“Why aren’t you with him? Aren’t you guys like.. together?”

“Yeah we are.. I’m just.. I just wanted some time to myself today.”

“On Christmas Eve? That’s boring! C’mon, lets go find Dewey!”

That was ‘Violets’ main goal. To find the blue duckling. Webby followed the young ones enthusiasm and they went on their quest to find him and when they did, he does his Dewey thing.

“Haha! Caught ya gorgeous!”

“Dewey! I’m not in the mood for one of your games right now!”

“....Dewey..?”

There he was. In the flesh. Not that he’d recognize her at his age. His main concern was getting Webby out of this funk.

“Would you do me a favour and get us down.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong!”

“You’re such a bad liar Webby! I know somethings bothering you.”

“How could you possibly know that!? I haven’t been with you all day!”

“That’s how he knows somethings wrong! You two have been together for over a year now! And even before that, you guys are best friends, of course Dewey’s gonna know when somethings bothering the girl he loves. That’s why he set this all up. He just wanted to spend Christmas Eve with his girlfriend but you were too caught up in your own brooding to notice he was trying to help you- and I have to apologize to my family when I get home.”

“You set all this up.. for us?”

“Well yeah.. this is kind of our spot anyways.”

“Awh, Dewey Im so sorry.. I’ve just been so busy with something I don’t have, that I forgot the great guy I do have.”

“It’s alright, I’ve been there too, Angel.”

Seeing them both happy and in love brought a smile to ‘Violets’ face. This wasn’t something she saw often, and it made her slip up.

“That was some quick problem solving back there Violet. Your parents are lucky to have a such bright daughter.”

She then jumped into his arms hugging him tightly, she’d never had this chance before.

“Um.. okay.. this is happening now.”

“Sorry it’s just, I’ve never been able to spend Christmas with both my- cousins on my great aunt nephews brother side- yes, that was it.”

Dewey and Webby exchanged a look.

“You’re name’s not really Violet, is it?”

“Uhhhhhhh..”

It didn’t take long for Dewey to connect the dots. The girl’s determination to find him and wanting to spend Christmas with both him and Webby, he figured it out. But he knew that meant something else. He couldn’t worry about that now though, who knows when it happens? Before he and Webby sent her off, she left Dewey with this small bit of information.

“Dad-... Dewey!”

“Yeah?”

“It’s Skye.”

“What?”

“My name is Skye.”

Skye thought she could handle it on her own, with the help of her cousin Troy too, but she was wrong. Hiding it wasn’t right. Even with her good intentions.

The look of betrayal and distraught on both her twin brother and younger brother’s faces made her heart snap. She didn’t realize what she was doing until it was too late.

“Skye! What is up with you?!”

“Why are you being so strange! In case you haven’t notice this isn’t exactly the best time!”

She clenched the jacket and bag close to her.

“Because it belongs to Dad!”

“WHAT?!”

Chase, her twin, was furious.

“How do you know this belongs to Dad?!”

“Uh.. I’ve kind of been.. doing some research on him by myself.. only a little bit. I just looked him up in the Archives and when we made that stop to Ithaquack I spoke to the goddess Selene and god Storkules- aaaand this isn’t making my case better.”

“How could you not tell us about this!?”

“I was trying to protect you both in case Dad did something bad!”

“Yeah Okay! Or you just kept to yourself because you’re insecure about your place in this family! Typical Skye! He’s our father!”

“No! It’s not like that Chase! What happened was I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you guys to get hurt, then with all this new information and holes in the story I couldn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to hurt me! I’m sorry okay!”

“You’re only sorry because you got caught!”

While her twin called her out on her actions, her little brother stayed quiet, steadying his breath as he held his father’s jacket close. It was his dad’s. His father’s. The man he never met. Their father was around for the first two years of Skye and Chase’s life. Danny on the other hand, never knew his father, and having this piece of clothing in his arms, made him feel several things.

“Danny... are you okay?”

“You kept a secret about Dad... nothing about that is okay.”

Desperation. Ambition. Impulsion.

It was the last bit of information she needed. It was now or never. The truth about Dewey Duck.

Her eye was on the prize and nothing and nobody was going to hold her back. Not even her families cries.

Her cousin, Troy, who was with her since the start of the investigation pleaded to her first.

“This is insane Skye! Get back here! I know you want to learn about your dad but this isn’t the answer you’re looking for!”

Danny was next.

“I get it Skye! I want to know what happened to Dad too but you can’t risk all of us just find out what happened to someone we lost!”

Her Uncle Huey grabbed the walkie talkie, holding his son, Troy, close and pleaded to his niece.

“Skye sweetheart please, you have to get back here! I was in a similar situation to this a few decades ago! If your father was here he’d be telling you the same thing I am now! You need to get back here!”

Her twin, Chase, spoke out last.

“Skye, I miss Dad too, and I want to know where he is. But think about this. Mom and the others had to deal with losing him when it happened, and they pulled through together! Don’t you see? Our family is incredible! We’re enough! Let this go!”

Gritting her teeth as anger boiled her blood, she chucked the walkie talkie away.

Let this go?

No.

That wasn’t an option. Not when she was this close. And without knowing the truth about her dad, it would never be enough.

Louie looked on at his niece and watched as she slowly turned into Dewey when he was desperately seeking an answer about Della.

“She really is her father..”

The plane hit a snag and caused the duo to fall onto their bodies. Louie almost falling off the edge, and Skye crashing into the propeller. She looked up and saw the last piece. It was right there. She stood up and reached for it.

Louie pulled up close behind her. Begging and pleading.

“Skye please! I.. okay! I can’t protect you as much as I thought! Okay I said it! How can I get you to come back with me!”

Skye looked at her uncle, her hand crushing the paper, and her glare instense. She opened the paper up and her eyes scanned it. They widened as they looked over the image conveyed in front of them, a glimmer of sadness, tears forming in her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

“You want me to come back?”

“Yes! What can I do?!”

Skye held the paper up and into her uncle’s view as she yelled.

“Tell me what happened to my dad!”

Webby knows her babies are hurting. She’s been there. Losing Dewey was the hardest thing she ever went through. But her children are what kept her at bay. She needed to stay strong for them.

It’s what Dewey would’ve wanted.

When everything happened, Webby cut off ties with everyone and took her kids. She watched on her own as Danny hatched, and helped when he learned to walk and talk. Skye and Chase, despite both being two, helped as much as they could.

They all grew up with little or no memories of their father and it hurt Webby everyday to wake up with no one next to her. This wasn’t suppose to happen.

He promised her he wouldn’t make the mistake his mother did.

He swore he’d be there to see his children grow up.

But he lied.

Possibly.

Webby didn’t know. She had a constant clashing in her chest. Her husband made her have all these mixed emotions. She was angry and furious but she was also hurt and sad. She knows Dewey. She knows he loves her. He would never abandon her like this. There was more to the story, she knew that. But she didn’t know what.

She thought keeping her children away from the McDuck family would make them not want to be apart of adventures but silly her. They have her and Dewey’s DNA in them. Adventure is in their blood and core. Nothing was gonna stop these three rascals.

Letting them see their Uncle Louie, Uncle Huey and Aunt Shelly brought a new happiness to their lives, and she knew that.

But she never told them about their father. She wanted to but.. she was afraid telling them about him meant she’s accepted he’s truly gone. And she didn’t want to accept that. A small part of her believes he’s still out there. Somewhere. And that’s because of her kids. The lights of her life. The reason she looks forward to the mornings. All of them inhabit something from their father. And she took note of that every single day.

When she saw how distraught the truth made them, she had to tell them the rest.

“I get it you’re all upset. We were too. We all miss Dewey very much. But you three need to understand your Uncle Louie didn’t just give up on him. Louie tried everything to get him back. But if he tried anything else,he’d be broke and lost.”

“Broke and lost?”

“He really did try to get Dad back..”

“Well whatever Uncle Louie tried, it doesn’t matter, Aunt Shelly. We’re sticking with our true family. Right mom?”

“...No.”

“W-What?”

“Your Aunt Shelly is right. Louie did everything in his power to find your father. And to no avail. I don’t know exactly what he tried but that’s his brother. He wouldn’t leave him behind.. I walked away from this family before and that was a big mistake. The McDuck’s are always stronger when they’re together. I just.. I forgot that for a moment. But not again. We all need to stick together. Come here my babies.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, as they did in her two sons, who jumped into her arms and she held them tightly, allowing them to sob and let their tears out.

She looked up at her daughter, tears in her eyes.

Skye tried her best to keep her composure but she felt herself slowing falling apart.

“Skye, sweetie, I understand. You’re hurt. You’re sad, scared, and confused. Your father meant more to me than anything. I know what this is like. And it’s okay for you to be upset. Let yourself cry.”

She sniffed and looked down at her boys.

“If your father was here right now, he’d be incredibly proud of the three of you. Awh Danny, if he saw how your hair is when it’s zooshed back, he’d call you his mini him! And Chase, you were his little buddy, champ and warrior! The things you had him chasing you around for! And Skye, you were his baby girl and little princess. I never saw him have so much fun while teaching you how to walk. He was protective of you even when you were in your egg. I guess he knew the beautiful duckling you’d become. You three meant the world to him, and I know he’d give up his life if it meant you’d three are happy.”

Her daughter looked up, tears falling down her cheeks and ran into her mothers arms. She felt her brothers embrace her and the four of them all cried.

They all loved each other. And they all loved him. They knew if he was still out there, he’d be proud.

“We’ll stay strong for him.”

8 years.

He has spent 8 years alone on that orange rock, Mars that is.

Now being on another planet would usually sound like an exhilarating opportunity for Dewey but not when it meant he’d miss so many milestones and life on Earth.

When he first crashed, it was the week his son was suppose to hatch and he missed it.

Dewey did have his hands full at the time, as he had to deal with his right leg being crushed and unable to get it out. He looked around and had no other options.

Hey, Scrooge and Donald did say he reminding them of Della.

With his right leg now amputated, which he did so with the help of Della’s book, and Oxy-Chew on his side, still only Black Licorice flavoured, thanks Gyro.

Dewey has one goal. Get back home.

He missed his son’s hatching, he missed Danny’s first words and steps. He missed Skye and Chase’s birthdays and Danny’s too.

He missed anniversaries with Webby.

Man did he miss his wife.

Other than his kids, she was the only one in his thought.

“What was I thinking!? I just left Webby! And with three kids to raise! On her own! Ugh.. some husband and father I turned out to be..”

Was what he said on his first transmission.

Everyday he looked at their family portrait. Which was him holding Skye in his arms, Webby holding Chase in hers, and each of them placing one hand on Danny’s egg whom was placed in the middle of them.

His children and his wife, they were his motivation. He had to remind himself of that. He needed to get back to them. He needed to get back to her.

Each transmission Dewey tried his best to remain postive but it became harder as each year went on. Things became bleaker and he began to doubt that there was a way for him to get home.

During the 8th year on Mars, Dewey broke down. Collapsing on his knees, the tears he very rarely let fall, were pouring out like waterfalls as he sobbed into his own arms.

“I’ve tried everything! And nothing!”

He felt hopeless. He was stuck. Nothing he tried worked. And he didn’t know what else to do. He looked down at his wedding ring and choked back his tears. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of state Webby’s in. 8 years of raising their kids on her own.. he felt terrible. He wants to be there for her but because of his own stupidity he’s stuck here.

A static sound caught Dewey’s attention. He looked over his shoulder and saw the tv he’d been working on the past few months. He walked over and placed his goggles on, connecting the wires and adjusting the satellite. He saw the picture appearing and heard the sound.

It was a live new casting.

“And all the magic in our town has gone away as Lena and Aurora De Spell have returned to normal and been reunited with Duckburgs saviors! Louie Duck and his family!”

Dewey’s eyes scanned the screen. He saw his younger brother in his green suit, smirking at the camera with his arm wrapped around Lena’s waist whom was in a dark purple gown and her hair had a light pink stripe in it. On the left side of the screen he saw Huey in a red shirt and white vest, with Troy whom was in a similar outfit as his father standing in front of him, and next to Huey he saw Shelly with a short low ponytail, a light blue sweater over her turquoise shirt with a blue skirt. Then on the right side of the screen he saw,

“Webby...”

She looked just a beautiful as ever even with the slight tired look in her eyes. He couldn’t help the small smile that reached his beak at the sight of his wife.

That smile slowly turned to a gape as he looked down at the three small figures standing in front of Webby.

Pink, Purple and Blue.

They were cheering and smiling at the camera. They all looked so familiar.

Dewey slowly placed his hand on the television and it hit him.

He gasped while lifting his goggles up and backed up to get a clear view of the trio.

“...Kids?”

They say history repeats itself because we don’t learn from the past.

But what if we do?

And we just make those decisions again hoping for a different outcome?

Or to make sure certain events happen?

History will always find its way to repeat itself.

And it hit the McDuck family in the hardest way possible.

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Who do they look up to? I would probably say Xiao Xingchen. Though there’s certain things about his approach that she finds questionable, she admires how much he sticks to it. Beyond that, probably Wen Qing.

Who do they look to for guidance?

What would it take for them to betray the person they love? Gut reaction is that she wouldn’t but the truth is she would betray them but the situation would have to be very specific. If they were going to do something that could get them killed, she would go against their wishes to protect them. She’s already done something that they wouldn’t approve of to protect Xiao Xingchen.

Who is someone they’ve hurt?

What is a secret that they have? Uhhhhhhh a lot. There’s a lot of things that she’s done to survive but she’s not going to talk about them.

Would they trust anyone with their secret?

Any family scandals? Does your character know about them? I mean, not really? There was a lot of fighting between her parents, but there wasn’t a scandal.

Is there anyone that they currently aren’t speaking to? Why?

What is something that would break them emotionally? So many things. She’s already had things break her, the only difference is she had people around to help put her back together. But if anything happened to either of her men, it’d destroy her. Or just seeing them in pain would be enough.

Sacrifice the one to save many, or save the one no matter the cost? Hmmm. She’s more pragmatic. She would certainly always try to save everyone she could but in the end, Lin Ming isn’t a hero. She’s going to save as many as she can.

Do they have any illnesses? Not specifically. She does have a weaker constitution in general just from having a rough upbringing without good nutrition.

What is the fastest way to upset them? I mean, she’s easy to upset. The easiest way is to be rude to Song Lan or Xiao Xingchen or A-Qing. Anything re: being rude or trying to cheat others.

What is something that makes them uncomfortable? Being touched when she doesn’t want to be or doesn’t trust the person. Any formal situation because she doesn’t the social niceties but doesn’t have the demeanor to pull off being polite.

What is something that never fails to make them excited? She always gets excited just having a home with a bath she can use whenever and a bed. Sometimes it’s excited as in ‘I can’t believe this is my life’ but she’s very much someone who is excited by the small things.

Have they ever had their hair washed by another person? If you don’t think those two have washed her hair at some point, I don’t know what to tell you.

What is the most romantic thing someone has done for them? I would think the proposal is pretty high up there but so much of what they’ve done for her is more than she ever expected. Neither of them knew it at the time but Xiao Xingchen buying her the bell and Song Lan coming after her are probably also very high up there.

Who is their favorite person(s) to spend time with? Well, other than the obvious, Wei Wuxian, Shen Fenju or A-Qing. They’re all part of her family.

Neck kisses or shoulder kisses? Shoulder. She’s okay with them touching her neck or even kissing it but she’d much prefer shoulder.

How do they feel about public displays of affection? lmao, as if she has a CHOICE. No, but really she’s totally fine with it for the most part. Sometimes if someone is being judgmental, she’ll get embarrassed.

Would they be the one to propose, the one hoping for a proposal, or no interest in marriage/the equivalent thereof? She did not expect a proposal at all, it never even crossed her mind but she’s on board with the whole thing.

Do they prefer giving or receiving gifts? It embarrasses her to get gifts but since she had so little growing up, it’s nice.

How indecisive are they? She can be very indecisive, honestly. She kind of second guesses herself a lot. I mean, the situation with Xue Yang is a good example. She’s good at making quick choices to stay alive, terrible at anything else.

What do they want most in life? She already has it: a home and people to love and love her. Now all she wants to do is keep that for as long as she can.

What do they think they’re good at, but aren’t? Dear Lin Ming, just adding a shit ton of hot pepper to food does not mean you can cook.

What is something they think they’re bad at, but are actually pretty competent at? Anything artistic. She’s a pretty good at drawing etc. but doesn’t think so.

What is something they’re legitimately bad it? Anything to do with the chickens. She may hate the goats, but she at least understands them. The chickens are incomprehensible creatures and she’s never been able to feed them without Jiang Guo chasing her.

Do they have any cool scar stories? UHHH!!!!! She has a lot of scars but not really ‘cool stories’. I think the coolest story is the scar on her stomach. Lin Ming definitely is like ‘yeah I once got stabbed in the stomach and left for dead but then hit my attacker with a pot’. That’s pretty bitching.

When left to their own devices, how would they spend a free day? Taking an even longer bath than normal, taking care of her garden, and then just lounging in the bed, maybe reading.

What do they do to relax? Depends. During the day, it’s messing in her garden or the fields. At night it’s taking a bath or cleaning up or sitting on the porch.

What is their ideal sleeping situation? Anything that doesn’t involve Song Lan crushing her. No, I’m joking. (Not really.) Ideal is sleeping in the middle and using one of them for a pillow but she’s more than pleased with their rotating position.

Do they have a comfort food? Steamed buns, cong you bing, cucumber salad with hot peppers.

What is their favorite thing to drink? Just tea, really. Especially with honey.

Do they have a signature accessory? Yup! She wears a silver bell with a green tassel and glass bead at her belt. She always has it, no matter what.

How do they generally wear their hair? It kind of depends. If she’s the one doing her hair, she puts the front pieces up into a very messy bun or a ponytail. But Xiao Xingchen has a habit of doing their hair and when he does hers, he tends to put twists into the front pieces and makes more of a knot than a straight bun.

What color would they paint their nails? Green or orange!

Are there any holidays or celebrations they dislike? Eh, not really. Maybe Double Ninth she’s not as big on? That’s it.

Are there any holidays or celebrations that they go all in for? Yes! She loves Qingming Festival! It’s pretty much her favorite and she loves celebrating it. I think she’d also like the Night of Sevens now.

How would you describe their decorating sense? ‘Poor street girl grows up to be a woman living on a farm run by Taoists’. Basically, pretty minimal. It’s just anything sentimental and probably fresh flowers. Anything bright in color.

Would they rather have a picnic in the woods or a picnic on the beach? The woods for sure.

Blanket fort or tree house? Hmmmmm. I think she would like both. She can be kinda childish so they’d appeal to her.

#i can't focus to write so have a ton of lin ming facts #that's all i have #lin ming

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