feels. feels. feels

But I hate
the way
how I keep
on finding you,
in every little thing
that surrounds me,
even if I tried
to erase you
and your
beautiful name
in my memory.
—  ma.c.a // Clear and Near

What did we do to deserve Cheritz? They not only put out a full game that you can access and complete for free, but they continue to give us new content, constantly provide bug fixes, put out new merchandise and let fans vote on what they’d like to see, and now?

They listened to fan feedback, and made a whole new route for V. 

That means not only new content for V, but for every character. Days of new chats, new phone calls, new text messages, new CGs, and a huge amount of new information about everyone. Not to mention what it must have taken to factor Mint Eye in there. 

Seriously, Cheritz, thank you. You’ve provided an incredible experience, and you keep on giving. 

You know what I like about artists?

That…every single thing they do it’s amazing.

I’m not even kidding, like, the doodles, man. The doodles are my favorite thing ever because they are just so small, carefree, and fun.

I have a few artist friends, and they sometimes share their stuff in our squad chat and it’s always good to see the doodles because they light up my day. 

I think the doodles are my favorite part of art.

And this is just a guess here, bc I’m no artist in the sense of drawing so I wouldn’t know for sure, but I can just imagine that …every artist is so at ease while doodling and they don’t think much of it and yet it’s amazing on its own way once it’s done. 

Like, this is coming from someone who has like, zero talent in drawing ok? So, believe me when I say that I’m in A W E by every single piece of art. 

I see a lot of art/fanart where they go like ‘oh it’s just a doodle psssssh’ and whenever they are joking or not, I fall in love with it because damn, look at that.

To be able to let every single drop of creativity you have inside you and let it run smoothly across a tablet, paper, or whatever you draw in, it’s incredible. 

I wish I could do that, I really wish so, but I can’t; which is okay ofc, got my talents somewhere else. 

Like, for me, for instance, as a writer, it really takes me…well a while tbh, to come up with a cool thing. Sure, I can ramble about the idea, and expand it a lil, but like, it’s not the final product. 

Doodles? Doodles are art whenever they are finished or not. Maybe that’s just the way I see it? Small, tiny, carefre, charming, cute, for fun. 

*shrugs* I don’t know, man, it’s something that has been on my mind, but I really hope that every artist out there appreciate their own doodles bc I think they are cute and good. 

So, keep up the good work guys, because someone out there appreciate your art, no matter how small you think it is. <3

Is no one going to talk about when Peter confessed to Liz? How perfectly amazing that scene was? 10/10 so realistic and relatable. 

The way he quietly slowly said, “Because I… like you.” Sounding so small and precious. And he wasn’t even looking at her because he’s so awkward and shy and because he’s Peter Parker and he believed he wasn’t good enough for someone so amazing like her. Liz liked Spider-Man, not Peter Parker. But Peter Parker is honest to god the smartest and sweetest boy so when Liz replied: “I know.” You can’t help but feel happy and relieved? Because she knew. She knew Peter was crushing so hard on her but she didn’t discourage it. She didn’t avoid him or anything because she saw that Peter’s amazing in his own way. 

So when Peter asked her if she had a date for Homecoming and she said that she didn’t… the way Peter lightened up like The Sun and stammered “Do… you… w-wanna go…” and then he slowly pointed at himself in disbelief and added so softly “…w-with me?” Like you really feel yourself struggling with Peter with his words and it’s so endearing. So when Liz said yes and Peter looked like he was gonna pass out from too much happiness because the girl he had been crushing on forever just gave him a chance. A senior gave a sophomore a chance. And when he walked away from her, you can see it on his face that he couldn’t contain himself and he was smiling so so so wide and you can’t help but smile with him too because you’re too happy for him.

And honestly? I’ve never seen precious cinnamon roll too good too pure for this world personified. 

Title: Fight Fire With Fire

Summary: Of all the things Lucy was expecting that night, a fire in the apartment across the hall was not one of them. Getting handcuffed to her bed also wasn’t part of the plan, but at least they’ll have a fun story to tell at their wedding.

Pairing: NaLu

Rating: T (rated for Lucy’s potty mouth and implications at the end)

AN: Happy birthday @soprana-snap! I’ve had this idea for a bit and figured you might enjoy it <3


In hindsight, letting Dan handcuff her to the bed was probably a bad decision on her part. Not only does her wrist hurt from him locking it too tight, but she also can’t do anything but watch in absolute horror as he rips away from her neck, eyes wide, and falls off of the bed in his hurry to get away from her. Her family always did say she had a talent for driving men away, but she never thought it was this bad.

Lucy stares down at Dan, sitting up as best she can to peer over the side of the bed, and that’s when the obnoxious, shrill sound of a fire alarm reaches her ears. “Oh, shit,” she mumbles to herself, suddenly feeling very exposed in her lacy underwear. Smothering a laugh, Lucy tries to stand before remembering the cuff on her wrist. She turns to ask Dan for help, only to find the man stumbling to him feet in a panic. He glances around wildly, fingers twitching at his sides, and Lucy’s reminded of a very stupid squirrel that can’t decide whether it wants to run into traffic or stay on the damn sidewalk.

“Dan?” she murmurs, nudging at him with her foot. He glances at her, shaking his head as he mumbles something she can’t hear, and spins in a quick circle. “Dan, what are you doing?” she asks again, frustration creeping into her voice as he freaks out. On any other day, she would probably panic, but this is the third fire of the week and she knows it’s just Warrod from down next door forgetting about his pot-roast in the oven again. It’s really nothing to worry about so long as he grabs the fucking key and lets her out.

He backs into the nightstand, knocking it onto it’s side, and Lucy flinches as her favorite lamp shatters across the floor, ceramic pieces splintering and creating a mess that she’ll have to clean up before Happy or Plue hurt themselves. “Fuck,” Dan swears, running a hand through his rumpled hair. He pulls his lip between his teeth, then stoops, scooping his shirt into his arms and yanking it down over his head. “I can’t—” He stops suddenly, shaking his head, and sends Lucy an apologetic look.

Sighing, Lucy purses her lips, eyes rolling as she glares at her boyfriend. “Dan,” she says slowly, smiling at him as best she can despite wanting to rip his head off, “just unlock me so we can go.” She covers her bare stomach with her arm, curling up slightly, shy now that they’re no longer in the heat of the moment.

It’s always been like that with Dan. She always ends up feeling uncomfortable whenever they aren’t doing something physical. Though, that might be because he rarely sticks around for anything besides that. They don’t know how to talk to each other, and Lucy’s finding it to be more draining than anything else.

She thinks Romeo may be right: she should just dump him and find something better than whatever this is.

Dan nods slowly, patting himself down as he searches for the key, then goes very still. “I don’t—oh shit,” he whispers, growing frantic as he doesn’t find it. Lucy slaps her forehead, rubbing at her temple and silently cursing the day she met Dan, suddenly wishing she’d never accepted his offer for a date at the sushi bar—which was actually the worst date she’s ever been on, but oh well. This is ridiculous and she can’t believe this is happening to her.

He lost the goddamn key.

Excellent. Lucy groans, curling in on herself and resisting the urge to throw herself out the window—something she obviously can’t do because she’s still fucking cuffed to her damn bed. She didn’t even want to do this in the first place, but somehow she let him talk her into trying now things—a horrible idea, really—and now she’s stuck to her bed, there’s a fire, and Dan looks like he’s about to piss himself or start crying.

She’s never going to let Lisanna set her up on a date again.

Lucy decides that maybe it’s not that bad. It’s just a small fire, and Dan can probably get one of them to cut her loose. They’ll all have a laugh over this, no one will ever let Lucy forget about this moment, and some sexy firefighter is going to have a lovely story to tell all of his friends over dirt cheap wine and stale donuts. It’s a simple fix, really.

And that’s the exact moment that Dan decides to bolt for the door without a word.

For a moment, Lucy can only stare, her mouth dropping open as he fumbles with her doorknob, yanking it open a moment later. Her cat Happy bolts into the room, disappearing under her bed, and Plue barks out in the main room, whining by the door as he urges her to hurry. “Dan?” Lucy shrieks, watching him slip out, the door beginning to close behind him. “What are you—Dan, what the fuck!” she screams, lunging to her feet. Panic wells in her chest as he glances back at her, hesitating for only a moment.

“I’m sorry, Babe,” he sputters, shrugging, “but I—” He simply shrugs again, then turns and slams the door behind him, leaving Lucy alone and stuck on her bed, a fire burning in her neighbors apartment.

“Dan!” she calls after him, tears burning at her eyes, more from the betrayal of him just leaving her in potential danger than the potential danger. It should be an easy fire to put out, but that doesn’t mean he can just leave her here. “Dan, you piece of shit!” Lucy snarls, yanking at her wrist violently.

It holds fast, the metal digging into her wrist painfully, a bruise already forming from her continued tugging, and Lucy bites back a sob as she drops back onto her bed, curling up tight and hoping she isn’t stuck in here until Romeo comes home later. The last thing she wants is for her younger brother to find her half-naked and handcuffed to a bed.

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