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strawberryspence · 1 year
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The Party have a random sleepover a few months after they defeat Vecna (when their parents finally allow them). They all fall asleep in the middle of Steve's living room and discover that Eddie snores so loud you think an elephant was being tortured. By 3 in the morning, everyone is awake again, not able to sleep no matter what they do.
The surprise is Steve is the ONLY ONE asleep in the midst of Eddie's loud snores. Dustin finally snaps and rolls Eddie off the couch.
"What the fuck?!" Eddie yelps out when he finally wakes up.
"Dude! You snore so loudly! You need to get checked out, okay?! You could have sleep apnea! Or something worse!"
Eddie mumbles a response that sounds similar to a yes and Dustin shakes Steve awake.
Steve stares at him with bleary eyes, half-awake, half-asleep, "What?"
"What do you mean what?! Vecna could've gone back for us and you wouldn't have moved. Didn't you hear Eddie's snoring?"
Steve chuckles, still not fully conscious, "It's okay. Just roll him over. I am used to it."
"You're used to it?! What does that mean? Have you been sleeping in the same bed?!"
And that is the story of how the Party found out that Steve and Eddie have been dating for months now.
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wszczebrzyszynie · 10 months
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My favourite cosplay group on magnificon so far
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buglaur · 1 year
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tutorial contents:
1 ‣ gshade & photoshop actions 2 ‣ template or cropping & colouring 3 ‣ notifs & pop-ups
okay hi! i have a really old editing tutorial from back in january that i've been linking people to, but it's pretty outdated by now. i also keep getting anons asking about the same things, which is fine, but i always have to go searching for the post explaining it, so having it all in one place will be a lot more convenient lol
i use a ☠ copy of photoshop cc 2017 to edit my screenshots, however the majority of everything i'm doing also works on photopea
photopea is an online version of photoshop that's 100% free and works very well! i can't recommend it enough, it's fantastic
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first things first, you're going to need some screenshots to edit. for the sake of this tutorial i'll be working with this one of raffy:
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in all honesty, gshade will do most of the work for you. of course it's not needed, but i definitely don't think i could live without it! in this screenshot i used sunset n' vinyl by nesurii
when opening the screenshot, the first thing i do is run it through 2 photoshop actions:
butter action by early-grape
smooth sharp (no topaz) by poolbrop
to add actions in photoshop go:
windows > actions > the 4 lines at the upper right corner of the newly opened window > load actions > your downloads folder > open up the .atn files!
if you're using photopea, as far as i'm aware you can't use photoshop actions, but i've found that 'filter > stylize > oil paint' and 'filter > sharpen > smart sharpen' have a very similar effect when using the right settings. try these:
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i like these two actions because they smooth everything out nicely, but keep it sharp at the same time! i always run butter before i run smooth sharp, however butter may leave you with 2 layers. make sure to merge these layers before running smooth sharp to achieve the full effect.
here's a before and after (of the photoshop action):
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from here you can move on to step 2
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before anything else i want to share the template that i use to make editing a lot faster. you don't need to use it but it's definitely made things a lot easier for me! it's a .psd file and will work perfectly in photopea
download (simfileshare)
if you're using the template you can skip right on to the next section, as it's already cropped to the right size and has the colouring folder included. just drag your screenshot into it and resize to fit the height.
if you're not using it, crop your edited screenshot to:
1707 width x 1280 height
then adjust the colours to your liking. it always varies slightly depending on the picture but my regular process for each screenshot would be:
up the saturation by 8%
up the lightness by 3%
up the contrast by 12%
all of this can be done by looking in the 'images > adjustments' tab
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you should end up with something similar to this!
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if you want to add a moodlet or social interaction or anything similar, it's all the same process. what you'll need is a screenshot of it straight from the game. i just press the 'c' key to capture them! i'll be working with these two:
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for the blue notification i'm going to select it using the box select tool. try to get it as exact as possible. one you have it selected
for photoshop users:
click on the 'select and mask...' option located at the top
adjust the global refinements at the side as follows:
smooth: 70 feather: 0.0px contrast: 50% shift edge: 0%
for photopea users:
go to select > modify > smooth
set it to 15
select 'ok' and press 'ctrl + c' to copy it, then 'ctrl + v' to paste it into your screenshot. adjust the size and position and you should end up with something like this:
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next you want to add the transparent border around the notification. if you're using my editing template, right click on the reference notif in the layers tab and select 'copy layer style' (photopea > 'layer style > copy'). from there you can paste that layer style onto your own notif through the layers tab.
if you're not using the template, here's how to set it up on photoshop:
right click your notification layer and select 'blending options'
under styles, tick the checkboxes for stroke and drop shadow
input these settings:
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on photopea, it should be more or less the same. repeat the exact same process with the social menu option, but instead of selecting it with the box select tool, use the magic select tool. in the end you should end out with this!
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from here you're finished! thanks for reading! go to file and export as png
if you've got questions never hesitate to ask, just make sure to read the faq in my pinned. i might edit this post soon to include the gen intro traits and aspirations bit, but this is all for now. hope it helps, my editing process post has been in need of a revamp for a very long time. i haven't proof-read this so apologies for any mistakes!
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dookins · 1 month
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Are you a Simp for P03? Down bad for a robot? Wanna express that awkwardly to others by slapping his disapproving face on all your worldly possessions? Well look no further!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Guess whose up for saaale? It's my first time selling online like this. I just sort of threw up a shop 'The Cozy Ferret'. But yes, it's $5.50 and than whatever the cost of shipping is! HE LOOKS SO COOL!!! IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW HE TURNED OUT!!! I got them made through StickerApp (they made one teeny tiny mistake, but it's kinda cute I think. You wont find it.) He's a bit bigger than a Pokemon card, and his metal chassis gleams like a beautiful rainbow UuU. There are only 41 made (I took two, hee hee >:3c ) So, yeah! If this does well, I'll sell them again!
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flowery-bastard · 3 months
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something i've noticed:
in the beginning of the MV, hyuna kisses mizi on the cheek. the cameras are rolling, so it stands to reason it's for like,, a recruitment/publicity/campaign video? hyuna is also acting intentionally sexy and funny for the camera, with dewey playing it up with her.
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so then that indicates that the cheek kiss is less of a genuine thing and more of a "this would be a cute thing to do for the video" type of thing.
but then, her and mizi go to break into alien stage together, and she gets to be a mentor figure showing mizi the ropes. and then she has a panic attack wherein she completely freezes up, and it's up to mizi to have her back and break them out of the situation. and mizi does, and even though she's afraid, she doesn't hesitate to shoot at the guards to prevent hyuna's capture. and, unlike in R5, this time, mizi is in full control of her actions and actively chooses to protect hyuna.
and they succeed, and they're free. and, with nobody else around, and no cameras rolling, hyuna holds mizi and acts like she wants to kiss her cheek again.
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and now it's out of genuine excitement and happiness and she's so proud of mizi for what she did back there that she can barely contain it.
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and i just think that's neat. two different cheek kisses representing two completely different intentions :3
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almost.
Genre/Tropes: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Royalty AU, Forbidden Love.
Summary: You've fallen for your personal guard, childhood friend, and closet confidante, Deuce Spade. Except you're royalty, and royalty do not marry lowly guards.
Author's Comments: WHEREVER I WRITE FOR DEUCE ITS LIKE 4K WORDS. love that guy, he's so neat. also this was inspired by ceroro's delighted guidance which is a royal au fic with rook!! i wrote this in like a day so this is unedited LMAO
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You often fell victim to many bizarre dreams.
They usually centered around the legends your subjects kept alive over centuries. Tales of monsters in the dark parts of the forest and shadows that would swallow you whole. Stories that often frightened you, as the world of Twisted Wonderland was an unpredictable one. There was no telling when something like that would happen, and you would be in danger because of it. Thankfully it wasn’t your responsibility to worry anymore, though your previously self-centered worry now had another target.
Deuce Spade, your childhood friend and appointed guard.
He used to be able to run into your room whenever you screamed and comfort you by waving his hands around and yelling about how he’d beat up anyone that dared to harm you. His mother would often scold him for his violent behavior, but if nothing else it did make you feel safer. Eventually, you were even able to persuade your father to place his family’s room right across from yours, where you and Deuce could hang out whenever you wanted.
If only things could still be that way.
Instead of having dreams about monsters in the woods, you have dreams of faceless royalty vying for your hand and towering over you, their faces splitting open in sickeningly sweet grins as they grab at you. You always seem to wake up in a cold sweat from those, clutching your blankets to your chest like a lifeline. Tonight is one of those nights.
You slip out of bed and throw the bed sheets to the side, the slippers resting at the foot of your bed shielding your feet from the cold. It isn’t hard to navigate your room in the almost complete darkness, and you reach the door in no time flat. The guard currently posted outside your door is not Deuce Spade, but he doesn’t question it when you creep across the hall so he’s fine enough. He just follows you, stopping outside the Spade family’s door without a single indicator as to what he’s thinking.
It doesn’t matter if he thinks I’m pathetic. Deuce doesn’t. His opinion is the only one I care about.
You twist the doorknob and the door swings open. It isn’t safe, you think, but you know people like Deuce and his mother can’t afford to have the amount of protection that you do. The polished wood groans as you step into the room, and you freeze with a wince. Deuce is a notoriously light sleeper, and you just woke him up.
The door swings shut behind you, and shuts with a soft click.
You’re left in darkness.
“Deuce?” you whisper, creeping towards the edge of his bed and crouching down to his level, “Deuce, it’s me.”
“My Liege...why are you awake?” he mumbled, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes, “Did you have another dream?”
“Mhm.” you hum, grasping at the corner of the bedsheets and tugging them off his body, “Let me in. I can’t sleep in my room.”
Deuce sighs and complies, scooting over so you have room. You plop down beside him and feel a wave of warmth wash over you. He takes extra care in tucking you in but turns around so his back is facing you once he’s done making you comfortable. You feel a stab of rejection in your chest but try not to dwell on it.
His duty is not to care about you.
“Goodnight, My Liege.” he whispers, the sound insignificant to him but worth more than a thousand diamonds to you.
“Yes, goodnight Deuce.” you say, shutting your eyes.
It’s disappointing that the distance between you hasn’t changed, even though you snuck across the hall for him.
The next morning you wake up early when Deuce has already slipped out of bed to begin his rounds. You blink slowly, wishing you could have savored sleeping with him a little bit longer. A frantic knocking on the door spurs you awake, and Deuce’s mother rushes to answer it. It’s the guard that covers your late night shift, and by the look on his face, he'd been searching frantically for you. You almost feel bad.
You smile at Deuce’s mother and thank her for letting you stay over so often, but she just shakes her head and bows to you. If the guard wasn’t here, you know full well she would have swept you into her arms and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
You’re convinced Deuce’s mom is the greatest woman alive.
You exit the safe haven you’ve built up over the years, stepping back into your royal chambers. There’s only so much you can do to hide your exhaustion when you see a few handmaidens and a tailor standing in front of your giant full-length mirror.
Frankly, it’s disturbing how prophetic your dreams can be sometimes.
As the handmaidens talk, it occurs to you that your father must have announced a ball to be held in honor of something or other (not that he ever needs a reason to party anyways, as he will always find a way to throw a party more extravagant than the last.) There’s no doubt in your mind that many suitors from neighboring kingdoms will come to vie for your hand, and it doesn’t matter if your eyes are locked onto one of your guards or not because love is politics in royalty.
There’s a handmaiden currently fluttering around you, and she’s assisting the tailor your father called over to fix an outfit for you. Even though you resent the idea of participating, you can’t help but admire the fabrics that you’ll be wearing for this event. You can’t admire them freely though, because it just so happens that right now is when the late-night guard switches with the early-morning one, and that early-morning guard is none other than Deuce Spade. To make matters worse, because of the guests in your room, he’s stationed inside (which wouldn’t be so bad if you were alone, but if that was the case he would never enter just because.) The thought of him seeing you in all this gaudy fabric makes you feel shameful, even if they are beautiful swatches.
“Oh, My Liege...” one of the handmaidens sighs, clasping her hands in front of her chest as she looks at you adoringly, “You’re going to look so lovely! Everyone will be tripping over their feet to earn a dance with you!”
You don’t look at Deuce. You don’t think you can right now.
“Oh, you think so?” you say mildly, absentmindedly continuing the conversation.
She nods a little too enthusiastically, and you hold back a sigh. Why is everyone so eager to marry you off to the first royal heir that comes knocking on your door?
“Oh, absolutely My Liege!” she beams, her round cheeks turning pink with pride, “I’ve been working for your father for a long time, I’m certain he’ll establish the best future for you!”
Economically, maybe. But emotionally? His understanding is lacking.
“I’m delighted that he’s going such lengths for me. Really, I’m spoiled.” you say through clenched teeth, and you hope your grimace passes for a smile.
Judging by the way the handmaiden is nodding vigorously with hums of approval flooding from your mouth, you’re pretty sure you’ve nailed it.
It’s so hard to ignore Deuce like he’s just another guard, like he isn’t the only one in this palace you can trust. Most of what occurs here is for appearances, but he’s never cared about that sort of thing. Even when you fell in the mud or scraped your knees or got a papercut he never scolded you for being out of line or not acting like royalty. There was no speech about you being the next ruler, he just fixed you up and vowed to protect you better next time. You always thought that was funny when you were a kid, but now you yearn for those days.
Things were so much better back then.
Brow furrowing with sorrow, you can’t help but look at Deuce in the mirror.
Your breath gets caught in your throat when your eyes unexpectedly lock with a beautiful pair that look just like the ocean on a sunny day. He’s looking at you.
Your opinion is the only one that matters is what you try to convey to him using only your pleading gaze. I don’t care what the other royals think is pretty or what my father thinks or even the handmaidens. I just want you to think I’m lovely.
You don’t know if he gets the message.
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The ball is in full swing, and you feel like you might pass out.
You put in a formal request for Deuce Spade to be your bodyguard for the event, and you’re glad it was granted. Your mind is running a mile a minute not because you want to impress the dazzling royalty that are spinning around the palace’s ballroom in dresses and suits that would blind a man, but because you keep trying to come up with excuses to leave with Deuce. You don’t want to be here and he knows it, but he can’t do anything about it.
“Oh, I’m so warm.” you sigh loudly, and you feel a sense of accomplishment when Deuce snorts quietly beside you, “I must take a break, I’m sorry Prince Rosehearts.”
“That’s quite alright.” the young boy bows, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here as who you can only assume to be his mother is breathing down his neck, “Take your time, you highness.”
You wave, forcing a smile as you make your way to the gardens. A spike of irritation stabs you at the base of your throat when another prince jumps in your way, his expression bright and happy. He immediately starts yapping about how nice the festivities are as his companion stares into space with a harsh glare. You shiver and pray that glare will never be directed at you tonight.
“Kalim, I’m sure they want to rest.” the boy beside him says flatly, “Why don’t you go sample their drinks, since you’ve already had your fill of their food?”
Wow. That’s the first time you’ve seen a prince and his companion with such a close relationship. They must be childhood friends.
Just like you and Deuce, and yet not like you two at all.
“Oh! That’s a good idea, Jamil!” he laughs, waving goodbye to you with a flimsy bow, “I’ll see you later, your highness!”
You grimace and wave back, hoping that’s not the man your father will have you marry. He seems to be far too much to handle and not quite hard-working enough.
Or maybe you just need to stop comparing every man you see to Deuce.
With the Asim heir out of the way, you continue to the gardens without another interruption. Your shoulders sag with barely masked relief as the flowering bushes come into view. They’re the same bushes you fell into far too many times in your childhood, and the same bushes Deuce and his mother had to fish you out of. 
“Aren’t these flowers so pretty?” you ask, slotting a stem between your ring and middle finger. You cup it with reverence, as it’s one of the only tangible things you have from a better time. One of the only things you were allowed to touch.
You look over at Deuce.
“Yeah, they are.” he sighs, kneeling next to you with a soft smile, “They always did remind me of you.”
Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, and you feel your face heating up. There was nothing any of those royals could give you that would ever take your heart back from the boy in front of you. You turn your head to face him, staring into those deep blue eyes. He stares back, a pink flush steadily growing darker on his cheeks. You wet your lips and lean a bit closer because this moment is right, you two are alone, and you don’t think you’ll ever get this chance again.
He stands up and clears his throat. Your approach stalls halfway, and you feel as though you were just doused in icy cold water.
“I’m sorry, My Liege.” he mumbled, avoiding your questioning gaze with bright red cheeks, “I...I can’t. It’s improper.”
“Deuce?” you whisper, the sound so weak and pathetic that you hate yourself for it.
“Um...My Liege, please get up. It’s...not fit for royalty to be crouched on the ground like that.” he says, the words sounding so wrong on his tongue.
It doesn’t change the fact that he said them.
“Deuce...do you hate me?” you ask, shakily rising to your knees, “You’re always so distant when we used to be so close, and when I climbed into bed with you last night you didn’t even look at me before you fell asleep. Please just tell me if there’s nothing there because I don’t think I can stand to have this uncertainty surrounding us.”
You’re also certain that a broken heart would make it even worse for you.
“I can’t let...feelings get in the way of protecting you-”
Whose feelings?
“-because you’re...My Liege, and it’s my duty to protect you-”
I want to be more!
“-so I can’t act...I...I’m sorry.”
“Can’t act on what?” you persist, clasping your hands over your heart as if that will protect it.
“I can’t say.” Deuce looks away, shifting uncomfortably on the spot.
It doesn’t stop you from pushing.
“Why not? You used to say exactly how you felt when we were kids. Does being royalty make it that difficult...?” you take a step back, braced for the worst.
“It does, My Liege.” he confesses, and a sickening feeling wells up in your stomach.
Your heart shatters in your chest.
Your head is spinning as you stumble away from Deuce with a grimace on your face, unable to focus on anything except for the mixture of emotions you feel.
“I...I need to think.” you mumble, stumbling over yourself as you turn on your heel and start to run.
“My Liege!” Deuce yells after you, taking off behind you.
“Don’t follow me! That’s an order!” you cry out, throwing yourself around a tree trunk and through a patch of briars. Your precious clothing was torn in seconds, the fabric catching and yanking on the thorns.
You kept running.
Deuce’s footsteps were still trailing you, but he hadn’t caught you yet. You wished he was following you because he was worried, not because it was his duty to keep you safe. You wished you two could still have fun together. You wished he cared about you like he used to. You wished you could spend your days with him and his mother inside his room, playing silly games and eating those delicious chicken sandwiches she made.
You wished you could be a Spade.
A loud crunch is the last thing you hear before you go plummeting into a creek, your formal wear doing nothing to protect you from the shocking cold. A sharp pain travels up your ankle and you curse whatever divine force made you sprain it.
You are suddenly keenly aware of every sound within these woods. the slight moment of a branch on your left, the whispering of the tree’s leaves on your right, and the skittering sound of leaves billowing around the woods. A sudden fear overtakes you, a foreign emotion that you never had to face due to your upbringing. 
“Deuce?” you call out, feeling like an injured child again, “Deuce!”
“My Liege!” he calls back, and you feel relief rushing through you when he bursts through the greenery hiding you from view.
Your previous heartbreak is immediately forgotten when his expression of pure fear melts into relief. He splashes towards you without a care in the world for his pristine uniform and gathers you up in his arms with one swoop. You gasp as you’re crushed against him, his hand cradling the back of your head like he’s never planning on letting you go.
“Shit, don’t ever do that again. I’m sorry I hurt you that much. I thought I was saying the right things and that I was protecting you, but-” he gasps for breath, holding you closer and closer until there’s no space left between your bodies, “Fuck. Please, never do that again.”
“Deuce.” you sob, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks before you can stop them, “It’s okay. I was the one acting like a child. I think I’m just so used to getting what I want that when I can’t have you I...”
You don’t say anything. You can’t find the words, but Deuce knows. He understands.
“You should know that you’re precious to me.” he murmurs, a forbidden confession that you know he could never make in the palace, “Nothing will ever change that. Even if I wasn’t your guard, I’d still want to protect you as much as I can. I want to be better for you.”
“I don’t want to leave here yet.” you beg, clinging to his uniform, “Please, can we stay here for a while longer?”
His expression softens even more at your plea, and Deuce allows himself to squeeze you. It’s a tender gesture that sends your heart into a frenzy again.
“Of course.” he murmurs, and it’s then that you realize how close he is to you.
“Deuce.” you whisper, leaning in again, hoping against all hope that this is the right moment, “Can I...kiss you?”
He sucks in a shaky breath at your request, but this time he doesn’t pull away. You wait patiently, for a few beats, staring into his eyes as the creek’s chill helps to minimize the heat of your face.
“My Liege...” he furrows his brow, mouth curving downwards in a frown, “I can’t.”
“Please. Please, Deuce. I want to kiss you.” you mirror his expression.
“I do too.” he whispers, flinching at his own words, “I want to kiss you so much. I want to kiss you all the time.”
“Then please.” you cry, every cell in your body desperate for just one kiss, “Please.”
Deuce sighs, but you can see his composure breaking.
He whispers your name—your actual name, not My Liege or your highness, just your name and it’s the most beautiful whisper of your name you think you’ll ever hear and his mouth slots against yours.
You gasp, pushing against him to get more and more of him because this is a fleeting moment and you know you'll probably never get to do this again.
You will never get to kiss Deuce Spade again.
He presses a hand against your lower back and holds you close, the other one still cradling your head. He’s leaning in too, kissing you just as desperately as you’re kissing him, and just that fact alone has a joyful lightness filling your heart. You feel like you could fly right now and take Deuce with you away from the palace and your responsibilities and the title that keeps you two apart.
It’s over too soon.
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You’re convinced your father didn’t need to scold you as much as he did. Even though Deuce didn’t want you to, you still took the blame for what happened. Your father would have thrown him and his mother out if you hadn’t, and you don’t know how you would live if Deuce wasn’t around.
The memory of the kiss is still floating around in your head, and it still makes you feel just as light as it did when it happened. You swear your guard used some sort of magic on you because your brain is entirely captivated by him.
Though, you suppose with a giggle, that is nothing new.
Your joy doesn’t last long though, as memories of what happened after the kiss creep into your head.
“I hate this distance between us.” you said as you trailed a hand down his cheek, “I just want to be close to you. I want to be your best friend and your closest confidante and...I want to marry you, even. I want to be with you forever.”
“My Liege, you can’t marry a guard.” he protested, and your heart ached at the return of honorifics, “Why would you want to do such a thing?”
“You know, you try too hard to stick to the rules. You rarely did that in our childhood.” you huffed, “I want to marry you because I love you. Surely you knew that?”
“That’s why I can’t marry you My Liege.” he sighed and looked at you with such sorrow that it broke your heart again, “I need you to have the approval of the people and to find a husband. I need...I need to be better for you and my mother. I need to follow my duties so neither of you get hurt again. I’m sorry.”
You try to bring back the happy memory of the kiss, but your mood has already soured.
And so you greet your handmaiden halfhearted as she rushes you into your bathroom. She's chattering on and on about how dreadful it is that your clothes got ruined, but that you still look stunning no matter what. You say nothing. She scrubs and scrubs and you try to wipe the memory of those hurtful, honest words out of your mind to no avail. You’re relieved that your father sent all the guests home early because of your little “stunt,” as he called it. At least now you don’t have to converse with royals who could never hold you or care for you or kiss you like Deuce Spade does.
Dinner is spent in silence as your father croons about how lucky it was that you weren’t hurt, since there are many wild animals on the castle grounds and oh, by the way, did you hear about his most recent hunting expedition? He’d be delighted to relive the tale of him shooting this large boar he found-
You excuse yourself with a weak smile and your father waves you away, content to use the handmaidens and butlers as his audience. Your handmaiden follows you back to your room, where she helps you change into your pajamas. You wave her away the second she’s done.
Flopping down on your bed, you can’t help but feel empty. You wonder why that is.
Today has held many emotional twists and turns, and perhaps it was too much.
Despite your better judgment, you get back up out of bed and head towards the door. The guard once again says nothing as you walk across the hall and knock on the door belonging to the Spade family. Deuce’s mom opens the door immediately and welcomes you in with that same happy smile, and that alone tells you she knows nothing.
“I hope the festivities didn’t tire you out too much, dear.” she hugs you, the comforting warmth of her seeping into your expensive pajamas, “I’ll go make you some tea. I’m sure your father means well, as he’s trying to secure you a happy future, but if you ever need a break from it all our door is always open.”
A happy future?
You look over at Deuce, only to find him already looking at you.
There’s a sharp pang in your heart at his saddened expression.
You were so close.
You were almost there.
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adrianasunderworld · 2 years
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Yet another round of Papa Crewel
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If Yuu didn’t know how to sew already, they are going to learn now. Crewel cares a lot about clothes, how they're cared for and tailored. Man has known how to make clothes as long as he can remember. He insists that Yuu at least learn the basics as a valuable life skill. You never know when something needs to be fixed or tailored. If Yuu already knows, and even enjoys it, this is a great way to bond. A hobby they can share. Yuu has full access to Crewels sewing room. If there are two people messing around in there, it may finally widdle down his fabric stash. Maybe.
Another of Crewels interests is cars. his vintage red convertible is his pride and joy. He’s currently in the process of restoring another car. Whenever Yuu is over for the weekend, he’ll make them hold the flashlight for him while working on the car. And yes, Grim is not excused from this either. He’s small, he can bring the light under the car.
Crewel often has Yuu act as his assistant in class. Potion brewing and alchemy are more science than magic, but even so, sometimes there are things that do require it, and thus Yuu is unable to participate. So Crewel offered to have them help him as an assistant for class credits. Even before they got close. 
Even so, spending all this time with Crewel, Yuu has found they've picked up all this information with ease. Labeling, collecting, and generally working with all the supplies made them commit it muscle memory without trying. Plus actually studying, it shouldn’t be surprising when Yuu broke the top 20 in the exam scores. Crewel was so proud of his pup.
Crewel would find it amusing if Yuu commented on a classmate. Puppy love was an adorable thing, even if Yuu tried to hide their small crushes from their father figure. But if one of the boys like Yuu instead? That is a different ballgame. These mutts think they're good enough for his pup? The audacity. Since taking in Yuu, Crewel has found he very much is the protective sort. 
Crewels mother found out he had taken in a child, and immediately came to visit. Picture the most fabulous older woman you can, with furs even more luxurious than her sons, still smokes those fancy long cigarettes, and has divorced a few rich men. That’s Crewels mom. And she is fantastic. Finally, someone new for her to spoil!
Ms.Crewel is nothing if not doting. She loves to shop, and uses Yuu as an excuse to take them out. Presses them for all the gossip. Gives advice on crushes that mostly amounts to “Go for the rich ones”. She even includes Grim and gets him fresh tuna and sparkly collars. She’s going to insist on family travel next time winter break rolls around.
Crewel is usually who Yuu calls when something at Ramshackle needs to be fixed, and they don't have the ability or tools to fix it themselves. “I can’t figure out what's wrong with my dryer.” “I’ll take a look after class. If I can’t figure it out you can do laundry at the house.”
As much as Crewel has become Yuus family in this world, sometimes they'll remember the old one they left behind. Any family, friends, pets, places they liked to go. Sometimes the feeling of missing gets too much and Yuu gets emotional. Or sometimes they’ll have a nightmare about what they've experienced. Sometimes they'll dream of waking up in a coffin that never opens. Or facing an overblot all alone. Either way, usually they deal with it alone, or Grim is there to comfort if he’s awake.. But this time the little monster is dead to the world. The nightmare still fresh in their mind, Yuu wanted very badly to be comforted and not alone. They decided to try their luck, and with a blanket wrapped around them, went to Crewels room. Luckily he was still up, laying in bed reading.
“Pup, what's wrong?”
“I..I had a nightmare. Can I hang out in here?”
Crewel patted the empty side of his bed and Yuu laid down and got comfy. It reminded Crewel of when he was a child and would crawl into his mothers bed after a bad dream. Like she used to, he gently stroked Yuus head, and soon enough they were back to sleep. Eventually Crewel closed his book and turned off the light. Yuu unconsciously curling up into their new fathers side. 
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ottororin · 10 months
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if your friend or a loved one has been affected by Can't Stop Drawing Grandma Disease, leave them be. there is no cure.
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twinktor-frankenstein · 5 months
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REBORNICA ART STYLE NESS‼️‼️🗣🗣💥💥💥💥💥🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔪🔪🔪‼️‼️💥💥‼️‼️‼️🗣🗣🗣‼️💥💥🔪
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onlyhereforangst · 1 year
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#i live here now just like kie in jj's arms
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yoursummerfrost · 8 months
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give up what you love (don’t look back)
*rolls up late with Starbucks* what’s up everyone I started this fic [REDACTED] years ago and finally finished it! It’s a time loop fic with load-bearing motifs such as the ways in which grief arrests us in time, being haunted by the person you wish you still were, and coconut shampoo. 
Rating: E Word Count: ~20k Pairing(s): Spike/Buffy, Spike & Dawn Summary:  Buffy looks at his heart and begs, "Why can't you just leave me alone?" Spike cups her cheeks in both hands and kisses the crown of her head. "Maybe tomorrow, Slayer."
Or: Spike makes a wish on New Year's Eve. The stars listen.
Read here on AO3!
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bowelfly · 2 years
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grin the gargoyle doing the heron neck thing
artfight drawing for @rowkey
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windwenn · 7 months
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Im back with a phone camera just as shitty as the last (!)
School is done for good for me so im trying to get back into posting, though for now i'll keep it to tumblr bc its the most artist friendly platform currently imo
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puwumats · 1 year
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okay but like. am i the only one who thinks travis' werewolf voice sounds like
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mimidroolz · 6 months
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He's studying the modern language
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froggirlboobs · 5 months
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a more full body look
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