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aesthetic-bbyg · 9 months

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HEY EMO BOY - Bill K.

In which you dedicate your performance to your celebrity crush, but he doesn’t know until the press gets ahold of it.

Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

AUTHORS NOTE: this idea may be floating somewhere on somebody else’s blog but this I just came up myself so I’m not trying to copy nobody! I also had to change some of the lyrics for the sake of the story! Thx bbyg’s <33

Pt 2!

YOU LET OUT A HEAVY BREATH, finishing up the song, you reached down for the bottle of water by your feet, chugging the last of it. The concert has reached it’s final song, and you’ve got an idea that you’ve been planning for weeks. The crowd is still booming with shrieks, practically making the whole place rumbled. A grin appeared on your lips as you walked over to the microphone.

“Can you guys keep a secret?” You questioned as the crowd yelled in return, you giggled and a felt an overwhelming feeling of joy fill your body. “Well, I have a huge crush on this guy who totally doesn’t know I exist.” A string of boos followed after. “You guys may know him, he’s German, he’s the lead singer of a band, I believe he has a twin brother.” Within moments the crowd began to screamed, realizing who it was, there weren’t many German lead singers who have a twin brother, well..not that you knew of. You had a proud smirk on you face, bitting your lip to contain more nervous giggles from slipping out. “I think he suuper hot, so I decided to make a song about him, you guys ready?”

“Yeah!” At the sound of their approval the song immediately began to sound through the massive speakers scattered through the stage. You gripped the bedazzled microphone in your neatly manicured hands, the lights flickered with pretty pink colors, radiating your signature color as it reflected off your diamond studded belt. You couldn’t contain the large smile as you lifted the mic to your mouth.

“Saw this boy at the mall last week, got the kinda look to me me freak!” You skipped around the stage, your denim mini shorts riding farther up your thighs then it already was. “That long ass hair with the tightest jeans, my chemical romance on his tee.” You ran a smooth hand down your body, exaggerating your attraction towards him. “He looked so sick like he was dying, if I said he wasn’t hot then I’d be lying. Please, handsome, don’t be coy. Come on fuck me emo boy!”

The repetition of the lyrics echoed throughout the large stadium, it was actually hilarious how such a large crowd of people jumped and shouted come on fuck me emo boy, over and over again. You giggled, raising the microphone back to your lips, “This boy just unlike the rest, one look and I bitch I loose my breath. Wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? Lift me up and then I drop it. He’s with his band, goin on tour. Should I go? Well, bitch, for sure!” Your favorite was coming up, it was a little explicit but what would be the fun if it wasn’t? “He might not look he gets bitches but honey that dick is eleven inches.”

With your pearly teeth out, your lips stretched into large smile you bounced around the stage, hearing the the beat blast into your ear drum. A collection of things were thrown onto the stage, it was a common reoccurrence during all your concerts. People would launched flowers, letters, bras, sunglasses, and far to many things that just piled up on the floor until you finished your set list and had all the gifts delivered to your dressing room. You admired your fans, the way their wristbands glowed in the dark night, the creative posters that were raised above their heads, it was hard to grasp onto it sometimes but the feeling never failed to make you proud.

“Hey, hey, hey emo boy!” The song had concluded, though the fans were far from quiet, you gave them a polite bow as the crew behind you began to pack up all the instruments. You were stuck in your spot, waving to all the giddy people who nearly broke down the barricade in excitement. “Thank you! Hugs and kisses to all of you who made it here tonight, I love you guys!” Your feet began to move towards the backstage, a part of you absolutely devastated that the show ended, but also relieved to get some rest. Although, before you could fully leave you jogged back over to the microphone. “And make sure to keep the song a secret from the emo hottie.” With that, you walked towards your assistant, Teresa, who held a bottle of water ready for you.

“You looked amazing, baby!” The dark haired girl giggled as you took the cool liquid and let it run down your sore throat.

“Thank you, I felt amazing!” You smiled, “Was the song good? It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Absolutely not, the song was great, and I’m proud that you finally got around to preforming it.” Your assistant grinned, “It’ll definitely get his attention.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the goal.” You mumbled, looking over at your dressing room, ready to go in and remove all the makeup and heavy accessories you had on till you noticed that your name tag was gone from the front door. “Hey, what happened to my name tag?”

Teresa looked over, “Oh, they’re replacing it because Tokio Hotel is preforming here tomorrow.”

“What!” You nearly chocked on your water, eyes practically bulging out of your face as you stared back at your assistant. “Why didn’t you tell me that they were literally preforming here the day after me?”

“To be fair I didn’t know until they started moving stuff around.” Right as the words left her mouth a random man came over and slipped in a paper to the plastic cover on the front door. It wasn’t a mistake, the bold letter stated back at you: TOKIO HOTEL

“Well, I’m most definitely fucked.”

“BILL!” TOM PRACTICALLY ran across the tour bus, holding his baggy pants up in one hand while the other held a laptop. His twin sat on the couch, munching on a pack of sour candy. “Bill, you have to look at this!”

Bill stared at his brother with furrowed brows, wondering what has gotten him so giddy and grinning like a child. That was until the laptop was shoved in his face, some random article pulled up with some dramatized title that he didn’t even want to read. “What is this?”

“Read it!”

POP STAR, Y/N L/N WRITES EXPLICIT SONG TO GERMAN LEAD SINGER, BILL KAULITZ; COULD THIS BE THE START OF A NEW ROMANCE?

Bill’s fingers slid on the mouse pad, scrolling the through the article as his eyes quickly scanned the words in front of him. “This surely isn’t about me, Tom, it’s just fake news that they’re trying to shove down people’s throats.”

“Don’t be stupid, Bill, the y/n l/n is crushing on you and dropping subtle hints, hence, the song about wanting to fuck you.” Tom shook his brothers shoulders proudly, his grin wide.

A hue of red spread on Bill’s pale skin, clicking on the attached video that gave him the whole performance. Sure enough, there you were, singing a song about wanting to fuck an emo boy. “I don’t know, Tom.”

The oldest twin let out a groan, “Bill, she wants you, think about it. She’s our age and she says that the song is dedicate to a German lead singer who is touring with his band.” He had a good point, and that’s what made Bill smile a bit, it made a puff of pride filled his chest. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Tom laughed, “She wants you, Bill, and I wouldn’t want to pass up on that.”

“Enough.” Bill sheepishly smiled, closing the laptop and shoving into Tom’s chest, curling up on the couch as he felt a wave of heat wash over him. If the song was about him, and you meant what you said, then it really turned him on. He couldn’t help it, his already tight skinny jeans grew tighter.

“BILL, WHAT ARE YOURE opinions on y/n l/n new song about?”

“Bill is it true that you are y/n’s baby daddy?”

“Bill look over here!”

“Are you and y/n a couple?”

A flood of questions and bright, flashing lights came his way as he made his way towards the doors of the venue. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, attempting to move past the paparazzi and avoid there strange questions. His band mates followed behind him, struggling to keep up with him due to the crowding. He finally let out a breath of relief as he made his way inside. The flashing cameras replaced with colorful lights and the screaming substituted with the shaky bass of the music booming from the dance floor. Tom had already separated himself from the group, going off to the bar to try and find a new girl to bring to his hotel. Georg had dropped out, opting on talking with his girlfriend through phone all night instead. Gustav had also followed Tom to the bar, craving alcohol in his system.

The crowd of people were familiar, he had seen some of them at the event from before, there were many famous faces. Yet he stood by a wall, eyes looking around awkwardly, despite the many times he’d been to these events he always had to ease his way in throughout the night. After a few drinks he’d start getting loose, but for the moment he’d just scan the dance floor till he caught someone he knew.

That’s when he gaze was in trapped by a spark, a beautiful glow that confidently bounced on the dance floor, happily dancing. It was you, you were dancing with your friend, a half drunken drink in your hand while your swing your hips and shimmy you chest with a surge of confidence. The short dress having to constantly be tugged down your plush thighs, as you giggled, you felt something. A sense of being watched, but there was hundreds of people around, and a lot of them liked to stare.

You leaned into your friends ear, excusing yourself to the bathroom, you heels carried you to through the crowds of drunk people and to a small opening where you could go to the bathroom. Bill’s eyes watched your every move, were you coming towards him or was he fucking crazy? He nervously stared at you, your features became more clear, it was you. Y/n l/n. You were getting closer, he felt his breath hitch, what was he going to say? Well, he didn’t have to worry since you walked right past him, eyes not sparing him a glance as you rushed into a hallway. He furrowed his brows, staring as your figure disappeared, it was then that he noticed many people exiting and passing to enter the same hallway you just entered. He glanced up and saw the clear sight that read. RESTROOM.

He huffed, crossing his arms with a frown, maybe it was a sigh that he should talk to her but now it he had to wait till you walked back out. Finally, you left the restroom, shoving the lipgloss back into your bra and strutting out. You were excited to go back to dancing, a big smile on you lip, that was until a large hand wrapped itself around your wrist, tugging you back before you could go any farther. You looked back with furrowed brows, you had to crane you eyes up to look at who was the man behind the touch. You mouth went dry, eyes widening, your knees nearly giving out and dropping you on the dirty floor of the venue.

It was Bill fucking Kaulitz, the emo boy you made a whole song about. The song in which was leaked and slapped on every article with your name in the title. You were so happy that the lighting covered the blush that warmed your face. He leaned down, lips brushing you ear, hand still wrapped on on your wrist.

“Hey, I’m Bill.” His hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume, it was intoxicating. “I like your music.” He pulled away, a smug smirk on his face as you swallowed the lump in your throat. His accent was much more hotter in person then it was in the interviews you watched on TV.

“T-Thank you.” You replied, but he simply gave you a confused look. You sighed, attempting to reach his ear, “I said thank you, I like your music as well.”

He nodded, “Thank you, it seems as though one of your songs has gotten quite popular, people have told me all about it.”

You needed to pull yourself together, this was a moment you’ve been waiting for and you couldn’t back down. So you rubbed your lips together, spreading the shiny, sticky gloss. You gazed up at him through your lashes, a flirty smile on your face. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d say.”

“Yeah?” He raised a pierced brow, “Why’s that?”

“You’re the only one I wrote the song for, of course.” You giggled, watching his expression change, he was surprised on how upfront you were about it. You were proud, cocky almost, it turned him on. “So, did you like it?” He nodded in response. “You wouldn’t mind doing what the lyrics say, do you?”

“No.” He replied, watching your smile widen. “I can take you back to my hotel and do exactly what you want me to do, schatz.”

You were getting giddy, you running a hand up his arms, staring up at his smoky eyes with lust. You bit your bottom lip, “Can you kiss me?” A small smirk played on his lips as he leaned down, leaving a slow kiss on your lips. Your hands were on his cheek, leaning up and desperately kissing his lips. His hands wandered, feeling you up in the tight pink dress you were in. Though his same hands seemed to favor a spot in particular, you ass, they ran up and down your sides before they eventually planted themselves there. His head was titled to the side, neck curved down to reach your height and to continue kissing your additive lips. He pulled away, lips sticky with you gloss before he trailed it down to your jaw and neck, his cheeky hands squeezed the flesh. You gasp, allowing him to suck lightly while the music blasted in your ears but it was all tuned out as you focused on the sensation of his tacky lips kissing your skin.

You were most definitely gonna fuck this emo boy tonight.

Y’ALL WANT A PART TWO W SMUT? Either way I’ll probably write one bc this game out better then I expected🤭🤭🤭

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1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt · 1 year

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Today on popping the corn and feeding the children, what do you folks think of this discussion? :)

I'm always curious to hear what other Trek fans, especially queer Trek fans, think about our place in Trek history and how we fare as the queer participants within our fandom. What have your experiences been like?

Overwhelmingly I've found a great reception and a welcoming attitude, but I admit that has increased considerably since the 90s. However, there are still some Trek fans who seem to be vehemently in denial about queer history in Star Trek, or the fact that anyone who has worked on Trek has pro-LGBT attitudes. This always surprises me considering some of the blatant queer content we have already seen in Star Trek such as the Jadzia Dax and Lenara Kahn kiss.

Anyway, I enjoyed the discussion that followed and seeing the overwhelming outpouring of support coming from Star Trek fans in response to this thread.

Here was my two cents contribution:

"No, what they said was factual.

Have you forgotten Nichelle Nichols was indeed an African American woman in the core seven bridge crew back in 1966?

Or the fact that Gene Roddenberry went out of his way to write The Motion Picture Novel, creating the term "T'hy'la: friend, brother, lover" so that fans could choose which interpretations of Kirk and Spock they saw fit? He also embraced K/S fans and hired a number of them to write the earliest Star Trek novels, including the very first official one (The New Voyages Vol. 1 & 2) which included slash fiction as well as Gene's approval/forward in the books.

In case anyone has forgotten, here's a little bit of background on Gene Roddenberry and his perspectives on queerness in Star Trek.

He admitted that in his early life he was very affected by how society and culture treated the LGBT community, and that he too found himself subjugating and judging others for that lifestyle because it was what people did at that time. As he got older and had more life experience, he began working with a number of queer artists in Hollywood -- and through TOS, a number of queer individuals began asking questions about Kirk and Spock.

Instead of vehemently shutting down this perspective, Roddenberry was intrigued, and saw potential to tap into a large audience (LGBT) that most others didn't want to go near or acknowledge publicity-wise. He saw it as an opportunity to expand the fanbase while also pushing yet another envelope.

But with the heat already on the show for what they'd already pushed, he found he was often stuck between what he'd like to do and what production would let him get away with. There are a number of Kirk and Spock scenes in scripts that got cut out for leaning a little too obviously romantic. Tiny trickles of that content still made it in were infamous moments like the backrub scene in Shore Leave. Even the 2009 movie had a K/S moment while Spock Prime and Kelvin Spock talked that was written and filmed that was cut out of the final product.

Queer subtext and coding has always been relentlessly weeded away at with an excuse ready to go for why they always try to cut us out, but we all know it's because they are scared of the homophobic backlash and ratings hits. Look how violently homophobes went after the gay romance episode of The Last of Us **just this year**. This has always been our reality, so for someone like Roddenberry to make efforts in the 70s? That was massive.

But Gene as well as the queer/slash Trek community managed to accomplish some things in the 70s which I'm surprised more folks don't talk about or give much credit.

In the same TMP novel which features "T'hy'la" and the famous footnote, Gene cleverly wrote Kirk with a bisexual/pansexual lens: Kirk describes himself as *preferring* women but being open to "physical love in **any** of its many Earthly, alien, and mixed forms." (Direct quote from Genes book). Basically, Captain Kirk was DTF with whoever if there was a connection, which was a very progressive take for a character in a novel written in 1979, but made sense for the future which would have a lot less hang ups about sex and love compared to our current rather puritan/conservative society.

I also prefer women, but I married a man. Shout out to Gene Roddenberry for giving us a seat at the table back in the 70's when folks *still* try to insist there is no place for K/S or queer concepts in Trek, because he made efforts -- however small -- to employ queer people and show queer perspectives. According to David Gerrold, LGBT+ representation was a big thing that Gene personally pushed for in TNG and wanted various depictions of love/couples in the Risa scenes, to name one example.

In the 70s, fanzines led to meetings and swapped fanmade magazines, which got so big that they needed hotel centers, then convention centers, then one day the TOS cast came to one and what we know as modern fan conventions were born -- inspiring even George Lucas who attended Trek conventions in the 70s and saw how popular Trek was in syndication; it was a great climate to launch his Space Opera. Star Wars then became so huge that we got TMP.

But none of that would have happened without the level of organization, passion, and creativity that those fans poured into Star Trek and their characters after it got cancelled and went into syndication.

Without queer folks we wouldn't have George Takei, Theodore Sturgeon who gave us Tribbles, Bill Theiss and his amazing TOS costumes, Mike Minor's art direction, Merritt Butrick, David Gerrold (writer for TOS, TAS, TNG) to name a few of many queer contributors to Trek that Roddenberry respected and tried to go to bat for wherever he could in a climate that was absolutely impossible to gain an inch in.

At a time during the 70s and 80s when so many people resented and feared the queer community and wanted us to disappear, especially in the 80s during the AIDS epidemic which many homophobes claimed was "God's punishment to the gay community" or "Gods's answer" to our "hedonism", thinking we'd gotten our just desserts and should just disappear . . .

During that time, Gene Roddenberry gave us queer folks a place to say: "You know what? Sure. Write your stories. TV says you guys shouldn't exist, they pull books with queer people off the shelves and burn them. Laws exist specifically to forbid you guys from loving each other, and call you mentally ill. You can't even hold hands in public. But I'm going to validate you guys and invite you to write novels or work for me, try to see what we can get by production, and allow you to see yourselves in my characters if you want to. There's a place for you in our fandom."

He gave us bi/pan Kirk, he gave us K/S is open to interpretation. In Phase 2 Kirk's surviving nephew Peter, son of his brother Sam from Operation: Annihilate!, was going to be written as gay and living on the Enterprise with his partner -- that also got chopped and reworked into a script that wouldn't get used until decades later. That was huge at a time that being queer was officially listed as a mental illness, and villainized due to the AIDS crisis.

So before you try to dismiss or tell K/S + queer Trek fans whether or not they deserve a seat at the table, remember that Gene Roddenberry was among the **first** to pull that seat out for us in a climate that was ruthlessly against LGBT+ folks." -- 1Shirt2ShirtRedShirtDeadShirt

P.S: Have some cute bisexual/pansexual K/S pride gifs. :) Pride month is a hop, skip and a jump away.

LLAP!🖖💚

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Hi!!! I just saw your post for requests hehehee could you do a luffy x baker!reader who is sanji’s sister?? How they meet and join his crew and how luffy is in love with the pastries she makes? c: they think she can’t fight/hold up her own but turns out she’s just really lucky in fighting situations, no strategy or strength just 100% panic and luck LOL thank you! c:

A Little Bit Of A Sweet Tooth {m.d.l}

Summary: Luffy has a major sweet tooth — Sanji’s stingy about food, but he knows someone who would be more than happy to feed him some sweets outside of allotted meal times.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Luffy x fem!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Requested: ✅

Warnings: minor language

A/n: I think I got a cavity just writing this shit smh. I’m so happy you sent in your request nonnie and I’m sorry it took so long ❤️ I hope you all enjoy!

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Your tongue peeked between your lips as you focused intensely on your current task; the icing tube was gripped in your hand with just the perfect amount of force, the lines to the pattern on the cookies simply flawless, as always.

Luffy loved watching you make pastries; you were a lot similar to Sanji when you were in the zone, and your adeptness and attention to detail was rather riveting — not to mention the face you made when you were focused was truly adorable, as was the way you completely lost yourself in the art. Baking was your dream, and every delicious pastry made was simply a stepping stone on your journey (and Luffy loved tasting them and praising you about how good you did, because you would blush so prettily when he did.)

“Are they done yet?” Luffy asked, not unkindly but a bit impatiently, and the small giggle you let out went straight to his chest and wrapped around his heart like a vice. Without pausing your hands you glanced up at him, and Luffy thought his heart would burst with just how cute you looked with your hair tied into a messy bun and your cheeks spotted with bits of yellow icing.

“Not yet, Luffy. I still have to ice them and let them set.” Your voice was incredibly kind and soft, with an exasperated sort of fondness that conveyed just how many times you’d said these exact words in this exact same situation.

“How long will it take?” Luffy asked, shifting slightly in his seat. His eyes were focused on the little bit of icing still stuck to your skin, and he was feeling the overwhelming urge to wipe it off for you. Luffy’d done it many times in the past, usually following it up with a peck to whatever area of your face he’d wiped it from, and it always resulted in you becoming a fumbling, blushing mess.

At first, Sanji was furious about the prospect of you and Luffy engaging in a relationship. Like any typical older brother, he was insanely protective of you, to the point of being a tad overprotective, but with a bit of coaxing and time to adapt to the idea, he became reluctantly accepting of it.

You liked to assume he only relented because he knew there was truly no way that he’d be able to stop it, as you’d once told Luffy.

The attraction you two had had to one another was undeniable from the moment your eyes had met at Baratie; and for Luffy, that first bite of that lovely macaron you’d shyly offered him simply sealed it in stone that he was in love with you. Love at first sight and taste, Luffy liked to say.

It wasn’t just your exceptional baking skills that drew Luffy in; you were also rather adept at fighting. When Arlong and his fishmen had attacked the Baratie, you jumped in with no fear or hesitation — your weapon of choice had been the multitudes of silver ware and platters among the tables, and though your eyes were screwed shut every time you threw one, it seemed to always hit its mark. Luffy knew that you and Sanji were the exact kind of people that he wanted on his crew, so he was all too eager to invite you both. Though most of the reasons he wanted you to join were similar to Sanji’s, there were a few that definitely weren’t similar.

When both you and Sanji had agreed to join the crew, Luffy was absolutely overjoyed — at that point, you two had still been delicately swimming around each other, aware of the spark but too bashful and timid to try to fan the flame. It only took a couple of weeks and many pastry-filled twilight trysts in the galley for you two to give in to the chemistry, ultimately leading up to this point.

“Luffy, I already told you this batch would take about an hour and half. Just be patient.” You sighed, but the smile on your face told Luffy that you weren’t truly irritated with him. Luffy sniffed and slipped from the stool he was occupying to swing around the counter and stand at your side.

“Well, if it’s going to take that long, can I at least try the icing?”

You rolled your eyes and popped out a hip while setting the piping bag down delicately on the counter beside the tray of cookies. You put on your best stern face and pointed a finger at him.

“Last time I let you ‘try the icing’ I didn’t have enough left to finish the rest of the batch.” You reminded him, and Luffy simply smiled at you before slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you just a smidge closer, until there was only about an inch between your bodies. Luffy’s chest swelled at the way your cheeks colored. Luffy widened his eyes in the way you affectionally dubbed as ‘puppy dog eyes’, mostly because he knew they were nearly impossible for you to say no to, but also because he really wanted to try that icing.

By the way your eyes softened and the giant sigh you heaved, Luffy knew he’d won.

“Fine. But just a little bit. And then I expect you to let me finish the cookies, got it?” Luffy could tell you were doing your best to sound stern, but it was hard to take you seriously when you just looked so cute and sexy.

Luffy wasn’t scared to vocalize this opinion of his either, and when you sputtered and grabbed the piping bag, he wasn’t even angry when his little taste ended up being a given with a little extra all over his face.

#opla #opla luffy x reader #opla x reader #luffy x reader #one piece

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bloatedandalone04 · 4 months

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Right Back to the Start

➪the one where luke wakes up to the abandoned city of detroit and doesn’t think twice about looking for the one person that always meant the most to him.

Warnings: spoilers for Vanishing on 7th Street, swearing, mentions of death ig, angst, fluff, smut, soft smut, sad events all around, loosely follows the plot of the film, mentions of injuries, unprotected sex heha, hair pulling, marking, pet names, semi-public sex (?)

Word Count: 4.3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE, BAES MWAH

The second Luke woke up he knew something was wrong.

He wouldn’t say he felt it, per se, but he knew something was off.

He had overslept and would probably be late for his segment on channel seven if he didn’t get up right now. Paige had kept him up for most of the night and seemed to have fled much earlier in the morning, leaving him to blow out the candles he so carelessly left lit during the night.

Groaning quietly, Luke got up and stumbled his way into the bathroom of his new apartment. His hand quickly finds the lightswitch but when he tries to turn it on, nothing happens. The bathroom remained dark as he reached for his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, making a mental note to ask Jesus, the front desk guy, about the lack of lighting.

Using his freehand, he tried turning the TV on and found that it wasn’t working either. He scoffs around the toothbrush as he tosses the remote aside and barely avoids the puddle that had formed in the kitchen from the fridge being shut off. “What the fuck,” he muttered, grabbing the towel from off the stove handle and dropping it onto the puddle. “Seriously.”

After having to walk down twenty three flights of stairs, Luke was a bit more than annoyed as he tried to get his phone to work.

“Piece of junk,” he concluded as he opened the stairwell door and stepped out into the lobby. “Yo, Jesus, what’s up with the-” he promptly stopped talking when he realized that Jesus was not sitting at the desk. The chair held his usual clothing, that being a suit, but there was no sign of the man.

Actually, Luke noticed that there was no sign of anyone in the lobby as he grabbed the newspaper from off the top of the desk. It only got worse when he went outside and saw various cars had crashed into curbs and stopped in the middle of the street, and the hundreds of clothing that were scattered around had him immediately on alert.

When he saw that even his workplace was empty and came to the realization that Paige was among the sudden disappearances, he went back home and sprung into action. After nearly being taken over by darkness, Luke grabbed every flashlight he could find and his wedding band then left his apartment as his search began.

He spent three whole days trying to find any sign of life other than himself, and a car that actually worked. He took note of a truck that still had some battery life in it before he found a bar that was lit up as if it was still in business.

Inside it he found a kid no older than twelve and soon the duo became a trio, and then a fourth person joined. It was almost overwhelming how many people Luke ended up running into after being completely on his own for seventy two hours straight.

Luke also discovered that his patience was nowhere near as thick as it used to be as James, Rosemary and Paul were all getting on his last nerve. He had found Paul in a bus shelter barely conscious and he had to carry him all the way back to the bar, fucking up his ankle in the process.

They both almost didn’t make it before Rosemary finally opened the door and let them inside.

Now, as Paul was being nursed by her, Luke was left to tend to his sore ankle. “Am I in heaven?” The concussed man asked as he stared up at Rosemary.

“Better,” Luke answered as he wrapped duct tape around his ankle. “A bar.”

A few hours passed and Paul was not getting any better, further delaying Luke’s plan of getting the fuck out of this part of the city and making him feel even more frustrated. “So, you’re all looking for someone, huh?” He asked as he leaned against the pool table, his words slurred and drawn out.

James was the first to answer, “My momma,”

“My son,” Rosemary followed.

All three of them looked over at Luke and he knew he had to answer them without his usual level of sarcasm. He reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wedding band he regretfully took off a few months ago and held it in his palm. “I’m looking for my wife,” he said and they all looked at him as if they were surprised that a cocky, rude and selfish guy like himself could actually have a wife. So he added, “We’re separated, but it’s only recently. I fucked things up with her….and now I might never get the chance to make up for it.”

Rosemary took a step forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, a sad smile on her lips as he looked up at her. “You’ll see her again,” she promised and it brought the smallest bit of hope to him as he slipped the band onto his finger, where it should’ve stayed.

Then the pathetic excuse of a generator began sputtering from its place in the basement, and luckily Paul knew what they needed to do before they were left in complete darkness. “Lessen the load,” he stated as he watched the lights flicker. “The powerload on the genny, we gotta lessen it. Turn off any light we don’t need.”

And Luke did just that, turning off everything except for the lights in the main area of the bar. They continue to flicker on and off for a few more seconds before staying on, making everyone let out a sigh of relief as the shadows fade away. “Good call,” he mumbled to Paul, who just waved him off and moved to lay down on the pool table.

Then there were a few quiet knocks on the door, and everyone was immediately on high alert again.

“Don’t answer it,” Luke said, ignoring the glare Rosemary gave him. Really, there wasn’t anyone on the other side of the door that could be more dangerous than the shadows, but he already had three people he had to deal with before he was able to return back to his original plan, and he didn’t need another person added to the list. But James didn’t care, and Luke was quickly beginning to notice that the kid does whatever he wants as he ran around the table and towards the door. “James, don’t.”

“It could be my mom,” he replied and didn’t wait for another word to be spoken before he pulled the door open.

Luke rounded the table as well and was about to tug James away when he caught sight of who was on the other side of the door. His grip on the kids jacket loosened as his eyes landed on you, and he stumbled a few feet away.

How was it possible that he had spent nearly seventy two hours looking for you, just to have you stumble upon the very bar he was seeking temporary shelter in? You looked scared and nervous and anxious, and Luke wanted to take you into his arms immediately. He was always good at providing you with comfort before, and he knew he could still do it now, he was just in shock.

“I-I’m sorry,” and there was your sweet voice that Luke hadn’t heard in months. “I saw the lights, and…”

Then you met his eyes, and Luke felt his eyes burn a bit. “Y/n,” he barely managed to say before your single flashlight fell from your grasp and hit the ground, breaking on impact. The darkness began to take over the doorway and before Luke could stop himself, he was moving forward and pulling you inside the bar. You stumble along with him and he steadies you by placing his hands on your waist. “Baby.” The name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, but he didn’t care, and you didn’t either.

As you braced yourself against his body, Luke caught sight of your left hand against his chest, and his eyes burned a bit more at the sight of your engagement ring and wedding band wrapped securely around your finger. “Luke,” you said his name in a breathless tone and he was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You kiss him back instantly and grab either side of his face as you press your body right up against his. “I thought I lost you,” he rasped in between kisses, his hands bunching up your shirt that looked an awful lot like one of the few he left with you back at the old house.

You shake your head and lean into his touch when he brings a hand up to wipe away the tears you began to shed. “I thought I lost you,”

Then you were kissing him again and pressing him against the edge of the pool table. Luke’s arms wrap tightly and protectively around you, and he pulls you flush up against his front, his mouth pressing desperate kisses to yours. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, paying no attention to the other three people in the bar. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shake your head again and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Luke,” you weakly say his name as you slide your hand up and tangle it in his messy hair.

He turns his head and kisses your wrist, his eyes narrowing on your left ring finger. “You still wear them,” he stated under his breath as he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist so he could examine the very ring and band he picked out for you.

You tearfully laugh, using your free hand to push his hair away from his forehead. “So do you,” you observe his left hand, and the band you had picked out for him. “I never took mine off.”

Luke gives you a look of agony before he is kissing your temple and caressing the back of your head as if you were the most fragile thing he’s ever held in his arms. He supposed you were at this point since you could literally disappear at any given moment. “I should’ve never taken it off,” he regretfully informed you of his inability to cope without having you around.

He resorted to distracting himself with his coworker in the new bed he didn’t share with you, and he wished he could take it all back. He wished he could go back to the time he left you behind and do it all again, but this time he’d do it right. He wouldn’t leave you, he would stay with you until you got sick of him and even then he wouldn’t leave.

If he knew just how short his life with you would end up being, he would’ve never let you go.

“What happened to your head?” You asked as you traced your thumb along the small cut on his forehead, but he just took your hand in his again and kissed along your neck.

“So….you’re his wife,” Rosemary stated what had to be obvious at this point, her hands placed on James’ shoulders as the three of them looked over at you and Luke. He kept you close to him by placing his hands on your lower back as he looked over at her. “I told you that you’d see her again.”

Yeah, a mere five minutes ago, he wanted to say but was too caught up in the feeling of having you in his arms again. “Sorry, this is probably quite the introduction,” you shyly say and Luke wondered how he went so long without hearing your sweet voice when it was all he wanted to hear right now. “I’m Y/n.”

“Rosemary,” she smiled at you, and everyone could tell how sad the atmosphere had gotten since Luke actually did end up finding you after all. Well, technically, you had found him, but the point still stands.

He had you back, but James didn’t have his mom, and Rosemary didn’t have her son.

You smiled your kind and genuine smile at her as you looked around the place, your body nuzzled against Luke’s. “So, what’s the plan?”

After a bit more smalltalk, everyone came to the agreement that they would wait until morning - even with how quick the daylight seemed to come and go nowadays - before moving on, and keep an eye on the generator in the meantime. Luke gently took your hand in his as he guided you down the stairs, a flashlight in his freehand. “C’mon, baby,” he mumbled and you followed behind him, closing the door afterwards.

You and him were on first watch, and Luke was desperate to be alone with you at this point. “What are you wearing?” You ask with a quiet laugh as he leans against a beam and pulls your body closer to his. Your hands play with the abundance of flashlights that were attached to the strap on his chest before moving to tug on his jacket. “This is how you’ve been surviving?”

Luke shook his head and tore off the strap, tossing it aside without a care for its well-being. “I haven’t been surviving, baby,” he said as he gripped the sides of your face. “I’ve been looking for you. I spent the last three days looking for you.”

You bite down on your lip as tears gather in your eyes again. “Luke,” you trail off as he pulls your body right up against his own.

You looked so pretty. Worn out and tired beyond belief, but still so achingly pretty. He wanted you, all of you, in all the ways he’s missed out on during your time apart, but he also knew you must be exhausted.

He is, too, but he also couldn’t stand the thought of wasting his time sleeping when he could be spending the rest of his possibly short life with you, awake and conscious. “You should get some sleep, baby, you’re probably tired-”

But you just shook your head and leaned up to kiss him. He returned your kiss as soon as your lips met his, and his hands moved back to tangle in your hair. You were quite literally on borrowed time, and you both knew this, so when you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, Luke caught you instantly.

He gripped the backs of your thighs as he slowly lowered his body to the floor. His knees hit the tough concrete a bit hard, but he could handle the pain if it meant he got to have you like this again.

You straddled his lap as your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it in the way you used to - the way that never failed to drive him crazy. His fingers play with the zipper of your jacket for a few seconds before he finally pulls the fabric from your body, followed quickly by your (his) long sleeved shirt.

Luke’s hands ran up your nearly bare back, and he was beginning to crave the feeling of your skin on his. You quickly make work of his jacket, and then his zip-up hoodie. “Jesus, Luke, you’re dressed for the winter,” you point out as your shaky fingers unbutton his dress shirt.

He laughed, a genuine laugh, for the first time in months as you pushed the shirt from his body and dropped it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His lips press to yours again, his hands running up and down your thighs and making goosebumps rise against the fabric of your jeans. “I missed you,” he confessed as he kissed along your jaw.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair again as he lifts you up and lays you down on his shirt and hoodie. It wasn’t much, but it was more comfortable than the hard floor on its own. Really, comfort was the last thing on either of your minds. “Luke, please,” you begged as he sucked the skin of your neck, his fingers tugging at the zipper of your jeans.

His bare and toned chest presses against yours as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth before tangling with your own. “Missed you so fucking much,” he continued as he shoved your jeans down a bit and slipped his hand into the thin material of your panties.

Your body shudders a bit as his middle and index fingers swiped along your wet folds, and you moan quietly against his mouth. “Luke,” you whine, bucking up against his hand. “It’s been so long.”

Luke hummed, kissing you once more before he pulled away. “I know,” he rasped, slowly fucking his fingers into you. “I know, baby, and it’s all my fucking fault. I should’ve been there for you, for us. I promise, I’m never leaving your side, even if we don’t have a lot of time left together.”

Your eyes burned a bit as you lifted your hips in time with his hand. “I want you, Luke,” you gasp. “For months - I’ve wanted you for months.”

Luke blinked away a few tears of his own. “I’m not leaving you, Y/n,” he promised. “Never again. I love you, baby, I always will. No matter what happens.”

You moan as his thumb brushes against your clit, and you knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this; so good, loved and cherished all at once. “I love you,” you whisper back, tugging his mouth back to yours by grabbing onto his hair. “Please, Luke, I want you. I need you, I need to feel you.”

Keeping his mouth connected to yours, Luke pushes your jeans down the rest of the way, leaving you to kick them off along with your boots, as he unzips his own. “I need you, too,” he said under his breath, reaching down to run his tip up your seam. You both moan at the same time when he enters you, filling you up in one movement and fitting perfectly.

“Oh, God,” you whimper as his hips hit yours. “Fuck, Luke.”

“I love you,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours as your legs wrap around his waist. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” He couldn’t stop telling you that he loved you if he tried. He went so long without you, wasted so much time trying to get Paige to make him feel the way only you could.

You kissed him deeply as he began to thrust into you, slow and hard, the way he knew you liked. “I love you,” you say back, laughing quietly at the way his nose brushed yours every time he slipped back inside you.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and he leaned down to kiss along the tops of your breasts. If he had his way, your bra would be discarded along with the other clothing, but to save the twelve year olds remaining innocence if he were to come down here and see you like this, he would have to deal with you keeping it on.

“As soon as I realized what was happening, I started looking for you. I had to see you again, had to tell you that I was sorry and that I regretted not coming back to you,” he rambled, shutting his eyes tightly when he felt your walls squeeze him. “I couldn’t give up without knowing you were safe, without seeing you again.”

You moan quietly as you grip his shoulders. “Luke…”

“You’re everything to me, baby,” he swore, burying face against the side of your neck. “Everything.”

“Luke,” you whine as you kiss along his jaw before brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Please, fuck me. Make me forget. We can forget about everything, even if just for a while.”

His hips begin to hit yours harder after that, and you press his face close to your own by caressing the back of his head. You glance up at the ceiling lights and see them flicker a bit, almost taunting you with the fact that they could shut off completely at any given moment.

Even the shadows around you were taunting as Luke pressed your body against the cold floor, but you didn’t care.

In this moment you weren’t scared.

You had managed to do the impossible; you had found your husband in a city that had been wiped out of any sign of life. You found each other, and you knew that if you were to be taken by the shadows, you wouldn’t be alone anymore. Luke would be with you. He is with you. And he wasn’t going anywhere this time.

“You feel so good, baby,” he brought you back to him with the single praise, and your face flushed a bit as you cling onto him. “So good.”

“Luke,” you moaned, tugging on his hair as you looked over at the shadows. “Harder. Please.”

Luke placed one hand on your hip and braced himself above you with the other one, his forearm pressing against the ground beside your head. “Look at me,” he murmured when he noticed that your head was turned and your eyes were fixated on the dark corner of the basement. When you glanced up at him, Luke pressed his forehead to yours. “Keep looking at me, baby. Not at them, at me. It’s you and me, Y/n. It’s us.”

He successfully got your full attention back as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin of his shoulder. “Make me come, Luke,” you requested breathlessly, your brows scrunching together when he reached that sweet spot deep within you. “Fuck.”

Luke groaned deeply, rocking his hips into yours quicker. “Like this?” He asked, moving his body so his pelvis brushed against your clit with every thrust.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you nod, clinging onto him with the energy you had left. “Yes,” you whispered.

He pulled back to get a good look at your face, his fucked out expression matching yours. “Get loud for me,” he softly demanded as he listened to your quiet moans.

“I can’t,” you mumbled, gently digging your nails into his shoulders. “The others-”

“Can’t hear us,” he cut you off, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your head. He could still faintly smell your sweet, wildflower conditioner you favorited when you and he were together, and the scent had his head feeling fuzzy. “They can’t hear us, sweet girl. That fucking generator drowns out any noise. They have no idea what we’re doing right now, so be loud for me, baby. Scream for me.”

You bite down harshly on your lip, but then moan loudly once he begins rubbing quick circles onto your clit. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, much louder than before.

Luke smirked down at you, his tired features making your heart swell. “There’s my girl,” he mumbled, kissing you afterwards. “My good girl.”

His words had your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you moaned his name loudly.

As he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, Luke felt the possessiveness he felt over you since the day he met you come back to him in full swing. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, well aware that there weren’t many options left for guys that could steal you from him. Still, he hadn’t seen you in months, and he wanted to know that he is still it for you. That he always will be. “Tell me you’re still mine.”

You grin up at him, softly running your fingers through his hair that had become even more messy since you and he reunited. “I’m yours, Luke,” you say. “I always was.”

He grunted as you clenched tightly around him. “You’re close,” he commented, knowing your body and its signs like the back of his hand. You were his wife of four years, after all. You technically still are as neither of you could go through with the divorce process.

“I’m close,” you confirmed what he already knew. “I’m gonna come.”

You squeezed him impossibly tighter and Luke circled your clit faster, desperate to get you there before he got off himself. “Come, baby,” he nearly begged, hiking your leg up higher around his waist.

With a final cry of his name, you were coming around him and sucking him in deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck,”

Luke felt your warmth surround him and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the way you were squeezing him or the way you were writhing under him. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing you quickly when he felt his own high take over his body.

Your heel presses against his back, ensuring that a single drop of his release didn’t go to waste. He pulls away from your mouth and places small kisses to the slightly sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder, eliciting more quiet, broken moans from your swollen lips.

When your tired gaze met his, Luke gave you a small, barely-there grin. “I love you,”

You smooth out his hair as you brush your lips against his. “I love you,” you say back then ask, “What is going to happen next?”

The fear and harsh reality came spiraling back, and Luke wrapped you up in his arms. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly, holding you close to his chest. “But I’m not leaving your side, okay? I mean it, it’s you and me.”

What the world will be like after this, or how long you have with him are questions no one could answer, simply because there was no telling what becomes of you after being consumed by the darkness. Your soul gets taken, leaving behind only the clothes on your back, and it’s scary.

But you weren’t alone anymore, and neither was he. Luke was okay now that he had you back where you always belonged, and he would be fine.

You smile up at him, glancing over at the still flickering lights as you nuzzle against his side. “Yeah,” you agree in a whisper. “You and me.”

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akutasoda · 4 months

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Hello, can I request a request for chuuya,dazai,akutagawa and fyodor

With a s/o with yuta okkotsu (jujutsu kaisen) powers and his backstory

a curse from the past

synopsis - how are they with a someone that's seemingly haunted by there past?

includes - dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, fyodor

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, some angst, jealousy, hints to deaths, wc - 789

a/n: i got slightly angsty of some parts haha

osamu dazai ★↷

↪the first thing he could recognise about you was the sort of crushing pressure that followed you like a ghost. he almost felt overwhelmed by it.

↪it was a stark contrast to your quieter nature. but despite you rarely speaking to those you weren't familiar with, when you did he could tell you did hold a high intelligence.

↪then he learnt of your ability. he absolutely adored it, he had so many questions about it. could you copy his? if so what would happen if you both used it on eachother? and such.

↪ he also adored your swordsmanship. he loved to watch you in conbat as he always could admire one that was good with such a weapon.

↪and when he became closer fo you he learnt of that pressure you carried around. he understood why you didn't just shell that information out to whatever passerby should ask.

↪ he'd lost someone dear to him aswell. someone from his childhood too. so while he probably isn't that good with touchy subjects, he could still sympathise to a degree.

↪he almost felt envious really. he'd lost someone and he'd never be able to see them again. yet here you were having lost someone but atleast they still stuck by your side even in a different form. how unfair it was to him...

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪while he initially had a strong discomfort to your presence, due to the overwhelming pressure you seemed to exert, he did quite like your combat skills.

↪from your swordsmanship to your hand to hand combat. he loved it all - he can never not admire good skill in combat.

↪he also found you rather easy and nice to hang around in general. your quiet nature was easy to be around and he could get along with your calm way of thinking.

↪your ability he was rather indifferent on. while it was admirably strong, he didn't like it's functionality. many because he was scared if you ever tried to copy his. would it even work?

↪and yet again, when he got closer to you he became more sympathetic than indifferent. he'd lost many of his friends, if they could be called that. but he saw the curse that stuck around you as a rather bittersweet reminder.

↪he could imagine how it must be rather rough, having your childhood friend hang around you and you both barely able to understand each other.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

↪he only started getting to know you after a mission. he deemed you probably weren't that bad to be around, a complete three sixty from when he first met you. he saw the aura you admitted as uncomfortable and refused to be near you.

↪but seeing that you yourself weren't that bad he became a cautious presence around you. he enjoyed the fact that you were rather silent yet so calm and sort of collected in situations.

↪your ability wasn't much to him. sure it was rather strong but that was about it. abilities are abilities he wont form many opinions on other peoples. he's got his, you've got yours. until you copy his.

↪your little seperate 'ability' did slightly unnerve him. just the pressure of it made him stand on guard and be very wary. and that wouldn't change when he saw it's true form or even when he learnt of it's origins from your past.

↪ bittersweet is what he would say. losing your childhood friend just to be practically haunted by it must be conflicting. he struggles significantly with conveying emotions but he dies feel a tad bit of sympathy for your situation.

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪as he did for everyone, he never really took notice of you. especially because you were always silent and never really made your presence known.

↪he only began to get close when he realised how easy you were to be around, unlike some of his colleagues. and mainly because he learnt of your ability and found intrigue in the strong presence that hung around you.

↪the ability to copy abilities was very intriguing to him. a rather strong ability that he wanted to learn more about such as limitations. but at the end of the day if he could, he'd remove it alongside all other abilities.

↪his main interest still resided in that presence you carried however. he investigated it so much that you didn't even have to inform him of your past for him to know.

↪he felt no sympathy for how it came about. but he was intrigued on how ypur past childhood friend had became this curse that hung around you. especially how could you utilise it's power? it seemed to be through your emotions however.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader

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lurkingshan · 4 months

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Favorite BL Tumblr Shticks: 2023 Edition

Whenever I start thinking about end of year round ups, I get overwhelmed with how many awesome people are on here making my days so delightful, and how I could never capture them all in one solitary list. So I thought this year, instead of listing all my favorite blogs/people (which would be a ridiculously long list that would almost certainly break tumblr), I would instead share some of my favorite shticks that I came to rely on from fandom besties.

Some of us (me) just post kind of randomly and inconsistently about shows. Will you get a pithy one liner, a photo essay, or a thesis from me on any given week of a show’s discourse? Who can say (certainly not me). But some of y’all decided you were going to claim the mantle for a specific type of analysis or creativity on here and delivered consistently, and I just think that’s really fucking cool.

And so, the time has come to pay respect to some of my favorite bl fandom blogs who commit to the bit (with our patron saint of finding your niche, Tankhun, looking on approvingly). Note: if you are reading this and NOT following any of the fine folks listed below, you really should correct that. Onto the squad!

@bengiyo stray thoughts

@blmpff favorite shots

@colourme-feral location spotting

@dribs-and-drabbles Thai communal wardrobe

@gabrielokun throwback gifs

@my-rose-tinted-glasses mission posts

@ranchthoughts kissing multiverse

@respectthepetty color analysis

@sparklyeyedhimbo live blogs

@troubled-mind manga comparison sets

@waitmyturtles OGGMMTVC

@wanderlust-in-my-soul bl tropes collection

@wen-kexing-apologist long ass gay analysis

Special category shoutout also to the squad, in addition to a few folks above, keeping Bad Buddy meta alive and well nearly two years after the show aired: @chickenstrangers @dimplesandfierceeyes @dudeyuri @grapejuicegay @miscellar @starryalpacasstuff @telomeke-bbs. Watching Our Skyy 2 with y'all was some of the most fun I had on here this year. And to @chicademartinica and @negrowhat whose crack combination of comedy and lust make me laugh on this website just about every day.

And I must end with an extra special shoutout to my La Pluie meta squad. I created the meta round up for La Pluie specifically because its brilliance was being overlooked and/or misunderstood, and I really wanted to encourage the folks who got what the show was doing to write more about it in the hopes of bringing more of the bl audience along. A very successful Shan Scheme, if I do say so myself. I'm so glad @bengiyo and I decided to give ourselves brain rot over that show and got to know you all better as a result @ginnymoonbeam @neuroticbookworm @slayerkitty @solitaryandwandering @sunshinechay @syrena-del-mar @wen-kexing-apologist.

#a by no means exhaustive list of great blogs to follow #bl superlatives 2023 #bl tumblr shticks 2023 #shan shouts into the void

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xavviquz · 3 months

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♥︎ a witch’s curse and an emporors wrath. ♥︎ ryomen sukuna x witch!reader hcs

warnings // attempts of brainwashing, attempts of manipulating, mentions of death, blood, kidnapping, possessiveness, throwing up, forcefeeding, hanging, a bit rushed

notes // this was a request i had recently gotten! i’m glad to be writing this for you and i hope you enjoyed this!! also if any of you guys want to request something for me to write, just specify what and if you want it a fanfic or hc! sorry if this one isnt too good 😞 @rosemaydone321

synopsis: nobody could escape his overwhelming power and wrath, but you. as curious as he was, he dug deeper for the truth.

emporor!sukuna that takes nightly walks to get a break once in a while.

emporor!sukuna who stumbles upon a small cabin, erbs, crystals, animal remains, plants completely filling the area. sukuna walked around the house, peeking his head into the window, seeing you hard at work to make your spells.

emporor!sukuna who stares with curiousity on what you’re doing, and what your purpose was being so far into the forest. as you finished your spell, it was immediately broken. sukuna felt a wave of pain, but it felt as if someone flicked his head, or threw a pebble at him.

emporor!sukuna that knocks you out cold as you were on your way picking up a few fruits and mushrooms to eat.

emporor!sukuna who greets you with your own room, and own clothes. he wants you for himself and he knows it. he sees so much potential.. so much use for you.

emporor!sukuna who grips at your hair when you disobey each order. venom practically spat out your mouth as words pour into his ears. agitated and furious was what he was at this moment.

emporor!sukuna that forces you to eat, make spells and what not for him. you always shook your head and refused to do so. you knew who he was, and what he was. you refused to make the same mistake that people had made many moons ago when they got kidnapped and sent here by the same man.

emporor!sukuna that always tampers with your food, forcing you to eat it each time, and you forcing yourself to throw it back up. every now and then, he’d have someone force your mouth shut as your bidy began to digest the food that he made you consume. it always made you drowsy and left your mind fuzzy.

emporor!sukuna who ends up resorting to the only way he knows you would listen. he restricts your food intake, leaves you working constantly as you did his chores, and he hurt you. each day. a sharp dagger ran up and down your thigh, small cuts being made as blood dripped down your leg and across the now dirty blade.

emporor!sukuna who always has to hurt you in order to get what he wanted out of your pretty little lips. sometimes he’d coo and make fun of you for trying to escape from his grasp.

emporor!sukuna who checks on if you’re following his commands, and you were. and it was like this for months on end. sukuna wouldn’t suspect a thing, you thought.

emporor!sukuna who finally trusts that you will stay by his side as his obedient plaything but that was the opposite in this case. sukuna that grits his teeth when he realizes that you had escaped him. i mean, how could you not?? how could you? how did you? is what he thought. as his anger grew more than the sun that was displayed on the sky, he came to one conclusion.

emporor!sukuna who hated that you had wasted your potential. he ordered his whole empire to search for you, and that they found you. hiding in some cave while you made friends with the wolves.

emporor!sukuna who’s disappointed that your talents couldnt be acknowledged.

emporor!sukuna who scentences you to be hung and burned to death. as you were locked up and shoved in a cell, sukuna did visit you often.

emporor!sukuna who reminds you of what could’ve happened so maybe, just maybe you’d go with him. that maybe, you’d take his offer. but you refused like always.

emporor!sukuna who watches you from the side as you were dragged from your cell, a noose around your neck and the crackling of fire filling the worlds senses.

emporor!sukuna who hears your words even through whispers “for you will find me in every life, and everything will be the same. your confused curiosity and my never ending inflicting pain.” he didnt know what you meant by that until years later, he saw you at the same cabin, and the same woods, at the same time.

a/n: please consider liking, reblogging, commenting, and leaving recommendations!

#xavviquz #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #sukuna x you #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk ryomen #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #ryomen x reader #— ‘ ! xav posts

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cheegu3 · 6 months

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Hi can I ask u something do you write for ZB1 if you do then you write ZB1 yandere reaction to there crush have crush on someone else. Sorry the grammar mistakes english isn't my first language

I just got into zb1, but I noticed this was an old ask, lmao fate ?? ur English is perfect dw <333

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, possessiveness, stalking, jealousy, blood, violence, kidnapping, swearing, bullying

ZB1 - reaction to their crush liking someone else

Hanbin

He was a bit too nice to try and aggressively intervene. If you liked someone else, there was almost nothing he could do to change it.

Maybe he’d try to catch your attention anyway; helping any random people around whenever he knew you were nearby and could see it, doing small favors for you or always smiling brightly.

Doing more than that would make him scared of giving you the wrong impression. Many nights would be spent crying and praying that you would wake up and become his.

'' Hey, are you going home now? ''

Your head turned and a smile flashed across your face. It was your senior, who often offered to walk you home so you could feel safer.

'' Yeah, but...'' you trailed off, feeling a pang of guilt hit you at the thought of turning him down, no matter how polite you'd be.

His eyes widened and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards in an awkward smile as he waited for you to explain.

'' I have this guy I like. So you don't have to walk me home. I really appreciated you doing that though, truly! ''

Despite you trying to soften the blow, you could tell he was disappointed. But there was also something else there, anger or maybe jealousy by the way his jaw clenched.

He only nodded, mumbling something about how he understood before he had to turn away to go and calm himself down.

Jiwoong

Would pretty much lose it. He had carefully planned every single step to make you fall for him, and here comes this guy and sweeps you off your feet just like that.

After some time of trying to control his anger any time he saw the two of you, he'd fail eventually. That would happen if you did even the slightest bit of flirting and Jiwoong was within sight.

He'd lunge for the guy immediately, ignoring your cries for him to stop. His friends had to use a lot of force to pull him away from your poor crush, left bleeding on the ground.

Since he hadn't come to the point in his plan where he confessed yet, you'd have no idea he liked you like that.

Afterwards, you went home while ignoring the feeling of someone following you. It was pretty obvious it was Jiwoong, but you weren't that scared of him. He'd always been nice in the past and maybe he just wanted to apologize.

You felt too overwhelmed due to the day's incident however, so you didn't stop to talk to him. When coming home, you locked the door behind you and went to the window, trying to look out discreetly.

Just like you thought, he showed up not too long after. His hand hovered over the door until he eventually knocked hard on it.

'' Y/n? I know you're in there. ''

The knocks became more rapid and his voice sounded irritated and impatient. '' Just open it, I just want to talk. ''

You breathed out shakily; torn between opening it or hiding, and knowing that your parents were not home to save you.

Zhang hao

He was a close friend of yours who had a secret crush on you. He was quite shy and had just recently met you, as one of his friends was dating someone in your friend group.

From the minute he saw you, lighting up the room with your smile and friendliness, he felt like he'd found the one. He wasn't sure how to make that happen though, so he took his time just observing you silently while daydreaming about you being his.

After some time Zhang hao was going to confess of course. But it seemed someone had managed to steal your heart before he did.

When he saw that smile he adored so much appear on your lips which he often yearned to kiss, it didn't mirror on his face; because it was due to someone else.

He started to feel sick when sitting there and listening to you gush over your crush to everyone at the table. Excusing himself he left and went straight home.

You and other people blew up his phone the next day, asking if he was okay, it annoyed him so he turned off his phone.

A genuine smile would turn the corners of his mouth upwards when his doorbell rang. Walking over, he hurried to accept the request for you to get in while staring at you on the monitor.

'' Did I do something, Hao? You looked very disgusted and mad before leaving, and it was right when I was talking. I've thought a lot about it and it made me feel bad. So, sorry if I did something, '' you said, eyes already starting to tear up at the thought of having hurt your new friend's feelings.

'' You have no idea, '' Zhang hao sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

He pushed past you while you anxiously waited for his answer - and while doing so, missed the sound of the lock turning.

'' But, it's okay now. You're finally mine. ''

Matthew

Heartbroken, he'll become ten times clingier. Even though he had never actually talked to you before, the stalking would increase. It went from him seeing you once in the hallway and falling in love and after that, staring at you - to following you around deliberately, finding out your schedule, and stalking your profiles online.

Matthew would find out about your little crush after doing just this, stalking you online. On there, he'd find flirty comments you left under someone's posts.

He'd blink in confusion and laugh it off, feeling slightly uncomfortable. But then when he continued scrolling, he saw that you had liked every single one of his posts.

He could feel his heart shatter as the phone slipped out of his hands and he fell back on the bed.

In the heat of the moment, Matthew sent you a friend request. You accepted it not long after despite not knowing who he was, because you saw that you had mutual friends and went to the same school.

The first message would pop in, '' Hey sweetheart...Why would you do that? ''

Taerae

He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect. As soon as he caught on that you liked someone else from the way your eyes shone up when he approached you, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you away.

Your crush was left alone, staring after you bewildered. He thought you had a boyfriend and admittedly got a bit disappointed; you were beautiful, everyone knew that, especially Taerae knew that and he hated that everyone else did too.

He hadn't been shy in showing that he liked you. Even though you always turned him down, he stuck around you like a magnet. Any guys that would give you any suggestive or flirty looks would soon turn away when noticing the death glare Taerae would send their way.

You were always confused and sad about it. The party at the end of the year was coming up and you had no date.

'' Why did you do that? ''

'' I've heard him talk disrespectfully about you. All the guys are like that. ''

'' What? What did he say? He looked like a nice guy, '' you pouted, feeling defeated once again from another rejection.

'' He was only talking about your body and how the guys had made a bet to see who could fuck you first, '' Taerae said with a smile, knowing he was lying through his teeth and you had no idea.

You groaned loudly, '' At this rate, I'll have no one to go to the party with. ''

His amused smile turned into a cocky smirk.

'' You can go with me. ''

Ricky

Your crush's name was never mentioned while he eavesdropped on your and your friends' conversation, so naturally, he'd walk away looking smug, thinking it was him you were talking about.

However, even before that encounter, he was pretty convinced that you liked him - everyone did after all, so why wouldn't you?

If he spotted you with someone else after that day, it still wouldn't click. A smirk would be plastered on his face as he cooed over how cute you looked while trying to make him jealous.

One day when Ricky met up with his friends to eat lunch, you were there too. Despite the distance, his friends quickly saw that the guy you were with wasn't just a friend, but Ricky didn't.

'' There she is again. I swear she's following me around, '' Ricky sighed and shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips despite his fake annoyed tone.

His friends looked at each other. They shared the same concerned and scared looks, unsure how Ricky would react if he realized the truth.

Sensing the tense silence, he turned to his friends and his smile dropped, '' What's wrong? ''

'' No, nothing, '' one of them mumbled.

His lips formed a straight line and a scowl appeared on his face, causing his friend to panic.

'' We just don't think y/n...likes you the way you think she does. ''

He laughed, '' What the fuck are you talking about? ''

None of them dared to speak again since Ricky looked really angry. They watched as his eyes shot daggers at you and knew your life would be far from easy from then on.

Gyuvin

Completely blindsided by you having a crush. He was just slowly getting to know you and felt relieved that you didn't have any other guy friends - that must mean that you saw him as more than a friend from the beginning, right?

Unfortunately for Gyuvin, that couldn't be further from the truth. You saw him as a close friend and as a friend only. You had guessed he had a crush on you because he always had to be pulled away from you, always wanting to be by your side.

He was also fiercely protective. Usually, he had a puppy-like personality, the big grin on his face was almost his trademark coupled with his sunshine personality.

But when guys were near you, he'd either put an arm around your shoulder and play it off as if he was just teasing you; or he'd stand very close in front of you, shielding you from them.

It was an odd thing that you never confronted him about. You often ignored those moments and still hoped he'd be supportive of your crush.

However, his face going dark when you told him you were going to the cinema with a group of friends and mentioning how you liked one of them, told you he very clearly wasn't.

'' Gyuvin? ''

He got closer, forcing you to be pressed against the wall. There was no one else in the hallway. Towering over you, he had a blank look on his face as he looked down on you.

'' You're not going. ''

'' What why wouldn't I go? ''

'' Just do as I say unless you want me to come too. ''

Gunwook

He was happy when he saw that you were admiring the gifts he put in your locker. However, it was quickly replaced with anger when he saw a senior that he hated approaching you.

From where he was standing he could hear the conversation clearly and it made his fists clench.

'' Do you like them? ''

'' Yes- '' your eyes widened, '' Did you give them to me? ''

'' Yes, '' Gunwook scoffed as he watched the guy sheepishly try to pretend it was his doing, lying so easily to his sweetheart's face.

'' Oh, thank you! I love them. ''

'' Do you want to go out sometime then? ''

'' Sure. I'm free this weekend. ''

The guy smirked victoriously, '' I'll pick you up at seven on Saturday. It'll be a surprise. ''

'' Okay, '' you squeaked after him when he turned to walk away.

He passed by where Gunwook was standing and they both stared each other down. Taking a quick glance back he saw that you had left.

'' She suits me better, don't you think? ''

Gunwook couldn't get a word out, he was shaking with fury. He responded instead by punching the senior right on the nose. Blood trickled down his face and he was about to scream at him but was thrown against the lockers and had all air knocked out of his lungs.

He predicted he'd need a few more minutes until the guy would be hospitalized and then you could expect to see Gunwook at your doorstep at seven on Saturday.

Yujin

He started at your school in the middle of the school year and despite being an outsider he quickly got popular for his good looks and money.

You caught his eye immediately. Yujin wasn't used to not getting his way so hearing that you liked someone else infuriated him.

Your crush would get bullied whenever you were out of sight and he forced everyone to play into his antics; joining in on the bullying and when you returned, pretending like Yujin was the victim.

He was incredibly smart and calculated. He never drew blood because he knew that it would be obvious who the true victim was then. Instead, your crush was slapped and his body got most of the harder hits.

Someone was on watch the whole time and alerted him when they could see you coming. Yujin would throw himself on the ground just in time, trying to look as disheveled as possible and making the guy grab his shirt as fake tears rolled down his cheeks.

It didn't work every time, since sometimes you turned to a different area than they had predicted. But at the end of the first week of trying, it finally did.

'' Yujin? ''

He laid sprawled out on the floor of the classroom while the actual victim had been forced to climb on top of him and form a fist as if he was about to punch him. Yujin fawned a dazed look like he had been hit many times already.

You came running to his defense - the others had told him you had a thing for saving victims. It was hard for him to not smile when you looked so worried.

'' Are you okay? Oh my god- '' you kept mumbling to yourself.

Soon enough you befriended him and promised to protect him. The crush would disappear very quickly and the spoiled kid would be happy again.

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere zerobaseone #yandere zb1 #kpop fanfic

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minas-linkverse · 6 months

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Do you have any tips or tricks on how to start a comic like this? Or even just how you got started?? I've had my own au for years that I so badly wanna put out into the world but I've been struggling with finding a good way to start it!!!!

Hm!! Ok!! This is a tough question with many different answers even just from me. I'll do my best to answer tho!! 😮

The main bit of advice I want to give, and which I think is vital to anyone creating anything:

☆ Know yourself.

When looking up advice for creating, people love to tell you that by doing things a specific way is the best and only way to go. Often advice of this sort has solid points, you should plan ahead, you should have easy character designs, buut... You don't have to.

I do not work well with outlines or scripts. I dislike sketching. You'd think that'd make being a long form comic artist impossible for me, but nope.

I know theres things I cannot do, so I've put all my practise to what I can do. My lineart style allows me to almost skip sketching completely, my scripts are more of an A to B structure than law. I improv 90% of the time when making pages. It's kinda like dnd with myself.

I would absolutely not reccomend what I'm doing to others, but I know it works for me. People can tell me I'm doing it wrong but its either wrong or no comic at all, SO. Suck it. 👍

Er. Rambling now.

My point is, figure out what you can and cant do, and do your best to give yourself the ideal work enviorment and process.

☆ Deal with being overwhelmed

Making just a few panels and suddenly realising its gonna take years to get anywhere is SO demoralising. It's gonna happen and its gonna happen again, and again, and—

But continuing with the earlier advice, you gotta ask yourself what would help you. Are you willing to sacrifice quality? Do you just need a break? Maybe you're like me and like to include smth you love in every update so you'll have something to get excited about making.

That feeling of overwhelm is trying to tell you something, so figure out what that is so it wont end the project for you.

☆ Start it

You wont like what you make when starting. I've never heard of an artist who has.

I'm not saying start this instant, not everyone is as into improv and flailing around as me. But I will say you'll never feel ready. Figure out the minimun of what you need to start and do it. Show friends first if youre afraid to post.

Also where to start? Well sure there's lots of good advice online about that, but you can also just doodle random stuff until you feel like diving deeper. That's what LV started with, just Twi and Wild hanging out with animals and some headcanons. It may not be the most tightly written work but theres beauty in the humanity of a mess.

☆ Extras

A "failed project" or "forgotten WIP" is only a failure if you let yourself feel that way. Yea it can be a hauntingly strong feeling thats hard to deal with... But it can be beaten. WIPS are proof you tried and not everyone can say they have.

Lv is far from done and I have no intention of dropping it, but because the journey has been so nice I'd satisfied even if I had to call it here. Its smth that helps me with the overwhelm... What I've made is beautiful even now.

Comparing yourself to others is gonna rip your heart out. I love that theres other links meet aus out there and hope the best for those artists but I caNNot follow any of them or I'll crumble to dust.

So Uhm.

Basically. Have fun and be yourself. 👍

Ps. Readability is basically the most important thing for a comic artist to pay attention to, that and not destroying yourself with details and rendering. 🙌 Good luck out there!

#Ask #I love discussing stuff like that but it always ends up so rambly and long ahsjjdjr #I hope I said at least smth slightly concrete

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chaoticchaosparadiselustofren · 3 months

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Question asked by anon:

“Got anymore head cannons or Derek?

(Maybe some fluff for Derek aswell?)

(Love your work btw <33)”

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS CONTENT!

Thank you... I guess? I don't think I can necessarily consider this a work, but I have some fun with it, so it's more like a hobby than anything else. That said, I think I can elaborate on a few things. I also checked some information about Derek on Tumblr @/gatoanswers to try to stay a bit more faithful to some established details about the character.

I was originally going to simply answer the ask in a standard way, but for some reason I just couldn't edit the ask that was in my drafts, sorry about that!

Stupid Assumptions About Derek (Headcanon... I Think? Yes~) Part #2

Derek naturally feels drawn to people who show some interest in him. The sad or bad part of this is that he often confuses interest with friendship, which makes me believe that one of the keys to “winning” him over or simply guiding him to do something you want is through flattery. He's not accustomed to people willingly wanting to be close to him.

He never had many friends in childhood, and that persisted throughout his development as a person. Since that time, Derek learned that the key to winning people over is through money. This led him to develop the bad habit of paying people to be around him. It worked, but it didn't bring the happiness or satisfaction he thought that action would. In fact, it made things more complicated. His father and family definitely didn't care about it anyway, as long as he maintains the appearances and perfect persona his father struggled to build. Everything is “fine”.

He definitely struggles with emotions and is very repressed in that aspect. In fact, he is so repressed in that aspect to the point of not being able to see the difference between friendship and interest or the difference between love and obsession. This makes any relationship he has with someone volatile and unstable.

During the ending where Derek takes MC home, in addition to the usual tortures and punitive treatment he practices as a way to retaliate against MC for stabbing him during his route, he also uses MC for other purposes that often aren't as dark. I strongly believe that Derek occasionally tends to return after an ordinary day and often talks about his day with MC, sharing his frustrations and problems, almost like therapy. He is too proud to seek help, but due to his atypical connection with MC, he allows himself to talk about these things during moments when he is simply emotionally overwhelmed to do anything to MC. He doesn't necessarily want an answer and would probably argue and swear at MC if they tried to console him in any way; he just wants to be heard and nothing more.

Derek has reached such a high level of wealth that he simply can't measure things like poverty as an actual issue. Due to his upbringing, he definitely believes in concepts like meritocracy and nepotism. He would be the kind of person to say to an acquaintance struggling to live on their own something like: “why don't you just buy a house?” The irony of all this is that he doesn't even live in a house of his own; he still lives with his father. Following the same line of thought, money is something that, even though it is a part that constitutes his personality entirely, or at least a significant part of it, is not something he values as much. The truth is that he is at such a high level of wealth that the only aspect he truly cares about regarding money is how much control he can exert over the people beneath him.

Still talking about the ending where MC is taken to Derek's house, he usually watches movies with MC, but he doesn't do it out of nowhere. Instead, he tends to manipulate MC, saying that if they behave, they may have the opportunity to earn some rewards. This is just an excuse for Derek to do silly things with MC, like dressing them in new clothes or bringing small gifts in the form of “treats” because MC is being a good plaything.

Derek has a significant issue with his father's constant changing of girlfriends. If possible, he tends to keep the same partner for a long time until they eventually no longer want to be with him (Derek obviously doesn't accept being refused, but everyone knows that this won't end well, death will probably be the only result in this situation). Therefore, even though he still goes to the desert annually to have fun and release his anger, he won't bring another captive. He wants to ensure that all of MC's attention is on him and also wants to have eyes only for one person, although this manifests in a very obsessive and clingy way.

At the current moment, these are the only thoughts I have in mind regarding this character. I don't exactly know what drew me to like this character, but I think his erratic and somewhat pathetic nature caught my attention because, although he is someone powerful, he has nothing at the same time? I don't know if this digression made sense, anyway, enjoy!

None of the characters here belong to me, they all belong to @/gatobob!

#btd #boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death (visual novels)#headcanons boyfriend to death #derek the price of flesh #derek tpof #derek #derek goffard #tpof derek #tpof #tpof derek goffard #gatobob

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deoidesign · 8 months

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Hello I stumbled across your profile and I just say I love your art style! I've gotta ask, how'd your develop it? And do you have any advice for someone who can't decide what they want their art to look like?

Thank you so much!

To be entirely honest, I don't feel like I truly "developed" my style. I feel a lot more like I finally let myself draw it! But I am incredibly deliberate with my work, and I do have clear tendencies and preferences... So I'll do my best to explain how I got to where I am now as an artist.

It's important to remember that "style" is something of a nebulous concept. It changes with you as you grow as a person, and most artists can work in and emulate many art styles! Art really is a form of communication with yourself, and your "style" is a reflection of the tendencies and preferences you have. My art does not look how it looked 5 years ago, and my art will look different 5 years from now too. I've changed, and my art reflects that!

(2012, 2018, 2023; two pieces I remember being incredibly proud of and considered my best work up til that point, and then my most recent piece)

What you need to do, as everyone will tell you, is study the fundamentals (anatomy, perspective, form and structure, lighting and shadow, color, and composition) so you have the proper tools to make the most informed decisions possible about your art, and so you can deliberately break or follow rules as you please for your desired effect. I know it sounds silly to learn rules if you're not gonna be following them anyways, but they help you be much more consistent and intentional! More knowledge is NEVER a bad thing to have!

However, I know it's a bit demoralizing to just be told to study fundamentals. Everyone knows you're supposed to do that, but it takes YEARS to learn, and people want their art to feel how they want it to now (which is very very very normal to want!)

So on that front, I have 2 follow up suggestions that I personally find helpful (of course, everyone is different, so it's not like this is the only way to learn! But, if it resonates with you, it might mean it will work for you too.)

1: Separate study from application

I believe this is beneficial for a few reasons:

If the goal of every piece is learning, it can become frustrating, overwhelming, and boring

It's harder to self critique when there are multiple variables to investigate. I like to study one fundamental at a time

Study (usually) works best with a large quantity of output, whereas application of knowledge (finished pieces) is often more satisfying and effective when you get to take your time

Deliberate practical application of what you've learned in a finished piece helps cement the learning in your mind, and also lets you get satisfying finished pieces with noticeable improvement after a good study session!

I've found that keeping these things separate helps me improve faster and more deliberately, and it takes a lot of the pressure off of both aspects! I'm not worried about my studies looking beautiful, they're just to learn! And I don't feel pressured to critique my finished pieces, cause they're just for fun and to make something pretty. I personally find this helps me have a much healthier relationship with my art.

When studying, copy! Copy things as best as you can, all the time. It gives you something to compare to for self critique (and of course, if you're copying someone else's work and you share the study, ALWAYS give credit, share the original, and say it was for study.) In application, don't copy: reference. Make it yours!

2: Let yourself do the things that feel "easy" or like "cheating"

This one is simpler: nothing in art is easy.

If something feels easy to you, most of the time it's not because it's actually any easier... It's because it's part of your natural tendencies and preferences! This took me forever to realize, but as long as you're actually doing some study, then you're learning. You don't need to learn All The Time. When you're doing the "application" portion, you should let yourself do whatever is actually the most fun and feels easiest! This is where your style will start to come through, and where you get to learn about yourself. Take the pressure off, and have fun!!!

The only cheating in art is theft. If you're not stealing, then it's allowed!

My whole life (and yes, still!) I'd get regular criticism about both my style and my subject matter. You will too. You'll see a thousand different styles, and a hundred different things to admire in each. Your heart will ache that you don't draw like others do.

But art is a form of communication with yourself. It's like your voice, or your accent; just something that's a part of you! It can be fun to mimic others', but when you sit to have a conversation you speak naturally. (I know some people want to and do change their voice, but this is a metaphor and metaphors aren't perfect)

Don't stress so much about what you want your art to look like, especially if you're not sure. There's a lot of value to be had in constant experimentation, I think it'd be rather boring to only draw one style the rest of my life. What I draw is what I want to see, right now, for who I am now! It's a part of me and comes naturally, if I let it!

I hope this helps!

#justbrowsing1124 #asks #art tips #drawing advice #drawing tips #art advice #long post here sorry #long post #I could have gone on so so so so so so much more but this took me like 2 hours to write #and I've gotta go to bed! haha #so if you feel like something wasn't properly explained you can send a follow up ask and I'd be happy to elaborate #I love answering questions like this #sorry if it sounds a bit condescending I wrote the post for like... what would have helped me to hear when I was just starting out #so I wrote it basically for how I think would help I guess a kid #sorry about that. the content is still all what I think though #also I realize that i didn't really talk about like... my journey... at all here lol.#I guess if you wanna know my personal journey I'd love to get into it!#but i focused a lot more on the second part #cause yknow #that's kinda what my journey was internally anyways #but yknow no fun progress of my art with notes about what I was doing and why #but fuck that sounds fun if someone did wanna know about that LOL #I am VERY deliberate with my art I could legit analyze every piece #pretentious? maybe. do I care? not at all.#why make it if I dont have a reason?

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kissalopa · 21 days

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Dropping this in multiple aks boxes. Who have been inspirational to you lately? #spreadsimblrlove 🫶

Hi! 👋

Sorry it took me forever to answer this ask, but I am just very slow 😅

All of these simblrs inspire me (and a lot of others, but I got overwhelmed compiling this list)

@akitasimblr I love how many different gameplays Ana has, and she's dedicated to all of them! I am also a big fan of Le Chat!

@aleksa-sims tells her real life story, it's so brave! And her screenshots are amazing! She is also a very nice person.

@cinamun is an amazing storyteller! I am so invested in her Things Fall Apart, it makes me laugh, cry and think.

@cyazurai has many different gameplays and also posts other games too. It reminds me that I love all kind of games and should play them too, not only sims 😅

@daisydezem is not very active lately, but I love her RainbowSin challenge. Her BACC, Supersim and own playthrough of RainbowSin are so interesting!

@dustbon plays mostly on short lifespan and quickly progresses through legacies. I love it! I'd love to play a legacy on a short lifespan one day too.

@faeriefrolic plays Sims 3. Her sims are cute and wholesome.

@introvertedfox plays vanilla. It inspired me to play vanilla myself, but I always end up with defaults first, them some mods, then some blushes and then it's not vanilla anymore 😅

@llamabees her sims and posts are so colourful! I also love her reshade preset and templates!

@loveryss her sims are cute and her posts are cozy! She also makes great cc!

@oswanily has completed the 100 baby challenge! And Seven Wonders challenge which she created and inspired me to play it too. It's one of the few challenges that I actually completed!

@shmoodlet are an amazing person! They are very supportive and friendly. And their gameplays are always with a bit of a story, which my gameplays are always lack of.

@silwermoon-sims has the cutest sims ever! Her lookbooks and gameplay inspire me to be more creative with my sims!

@simspaghetti plays Sims 3. Her editing inspired me to try out different editing style myself. Her gameplay rules and Sims 3 guides really helped me get into the game. I plan on using some of her Sims 3 gameplay rules for my Sims 4 gameplays too.

@tipsy-clouds inspired me to play one of the Sims 4 scenarios! I haven't posted it yet, though. Her lookbooks and resources are very helpful!

@waaneco post the most cutest Sims 3 and Sims 4 posts! And their Stardew Valley pics and gifs inspire me to play that game!

I'm so sorry I didn't mention more people! There are a lot more simblrs who inspire me, but it wasn't easy coming up with this list. I know I missed some blogs that I wanted to add, but as I said I got overwhelmed. If I didn't mention you it doesn't mean you don't inspire me! If I follow your blog you can almost 100% be sure that you inspire me 💜 🥰

#ask #Anonymous #akitasimblr #aleksa-sims #cinamun #cyazurai #daisydezem #dustbon #faeriefrolic #introvertedfox #llamabees #loveryss #oswanily #shmoodlet #silwermoon-sims #simspaghetti #tipsy-clouds #waaneco

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clairesvalentine · 5 months

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Could you do something with fem!reader and Syzoth where he walks into her playing an original song on the guitar?

The songs I’m imagining for this scenario is “Can’t Catch Me Now” by Olivia Rodrigo and “Lost in Silence” by Marcus Skeen…

SYZOTH AND MUSICIAN!READER

🦎 syzoth x fem!reader

PROMPT: syzoth walks in on the reader singing an original song.

I LOVEEEEE THIS SONG!! can’t catch me now was the reason i made the mileena one shot! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one and thank you for requesting again!! I also learned how to make the text a bit smaller so it fits my aesthetic. it's a good day fr 😹🙏🏼

— syzoth had been lurking around the kingdom's village for a while now. after the events that occurred, he was now appointed by mileena as her emissary to the zaterrans. he was honored yet overwhelmed. he wanted to do well for his kind. in their history of hardships, he wouldn't want them to endure any more pain than they already have.

— after being banned from the village for an extended period, he found joy in wandering aimlessly around the village. observing the citizens engage and witnessing their daily routines brought him a sense of comfort. his people were able to live amongst them and that meant the world to him.

— he spent most of his time in the tavern. he enjoyed seeing outworlders getting together to enjoy a drink or two. it bought him some comfort. besides, if he made it at a certain time, he was able to see the performers.

— while making his way to his usual table, he heard an unfamiliar melody. he was accustomed to hearing a plethora of songs, most of them folk tales sung by the people. he had never really encountered anything new—which wasn't a problem for him, but this caught his attention.

— you sat in the backroom, humming softly as you strung your guitar. you had been near and far from outworld, being back home was something so surreal to you. you had lived in this village all your life, adventuring around outworld was not an easy task. though your family had advised you not to, it was something you wanted to do. you sang in many different taverns, near and far yet you never got tired of traveling.

— however, this time you had to come home. your mother was very sick and she needed all of her children there. throughout the day, you would tend to your mother whilst taking care of your childhood home simultaneously. though you loved your mother and wanted her to get better, it was all so mentally draining to you. with the loss of your dad a few years prior, it made things so much harder.

— so, you and your siblings made a compromise. you and your brother would watch your mother during the day, while the others took over at night. this was perfect for you. this was your chance to try new material to the drunkards at the tavern.

— syzoth followed the melody, stopping by the door once he spotted you. you sat on a wooden chair, your music sheet on the stool beside you. he couldn't describe it but the melody you were playing was just something so fresh to him. one he had never heard before.

— "there's blood on the side of the mountain. there’s writing all over the wall. shadows of us are still dancin'. in every room and every hall." you closed your eyes as you sang, almost as if the melody ran right to your core.

— that's what syzoth found most captivating about the song. the way you were able to feel the music as you sang.

— trying not to startle you, syzoth equips his invisibility skill to quietly enter the room. he listened to you sing, admiring how much passion you had. he thoroughly enjoyed the lyrics being sung. he could tell you had so many compelling stories to tell, just from your writing alone.

— once you finished your song, syzoth couldn’t help but applaud. the song was absolutely stunning and your voice was so smooth. syzoth truly admired you. his invisibility wore off, unknowingly.

— you let out a scream, clutching your guitar close to your chest. you thought you were alone! you were supposed to be the only one back here! you swore this was some sort of attack.

— syzoth’s eyes widened once he realized you could see him. “i’m sorry! i did not mean to startle you! i was just—“

— “don’t hurt me! please! i’ll give you anything, just don’t hurt me!” you begged, holding your guitar tighter.

— “no no, you gave it all wrong. i overheard you playing and i wanted to watch you.” syzoth explained. you relaxed a bit, loosening the grip on your guitar.

— “so why were you invisible?” you questioned, still not completely trusting this stranger. you grabbed your song sheet from the stool you were using.

— “i did not want to startle you. you seemed at peace and i did not want to disturb you.” syzoth explained, having a seat on the stool. “this song you were singing, it’s one that hasn’t been sung here before.” he commented.

— you smiled lightly, leaning back in your seat. not a lot of people paid you any mind when it came to your new material. people just liked hearing the same old folk songs they heard before. no one was really interested in anything new.

— “it’s new. i wrote it amidst of the battle between realms.” you explained. “i wasn’t necessarily here when it happened but i felt it’s effects.” you shared. “i am glad you enjoyed my song though. the drunkards here don’t like anything new or fresh.” you half joked.

— you and syzoth spoke for a while, mostly about music. syzoth was just curious about what you did. did you only write music? was this your job? how did one create melodies as ear wormy as yours?

— syzoth listened to you, enthralled with everything you said. composing music was such a complicated yet interesting concept. he learned that wrote many songs that didn’t get played. some because the tavern wouldn’t let you play them, and others because you simply weren’t interested or confident in performing them.

— an idea popped into syzoth’s head. “you can perform for the empress!” he chirped. “empress mileena loves a good performance. perhaps you could sing your songs at one of her big events.” he suggested.

— though intrigued, you weren’t able to wrap your head around this. sing for the empress? that seemed too good of a deal. you weren’t so sure about this man’s offer, though he did seem genuine. he was the only one to actually listen to you as well…

— “sounds too good of a deal. how do i know this isn’t a scam? or a trick for that matter?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the zaterran.

— “because i would never leave anyone astray unwillingly.” syzoth replied, gently taking your free hand in his.

— you looked down at your hands, a small blush crawling onto his cheeks. “when should i be ready?” you asked, an playful grin on your face.

— syzoth smiled. everyone was going to hear your music now. he was going to make sure of it.

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After All These Years - Chapter Two

‎‎‎‎‎Chapter One ✩ Chapter Three ✩ Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: 10 years later, Y/N and Dalton are both in college, and their reunion comes a little out of the ordinary.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: the further

A/N: for the sake of the story things happen differently here when it comes to the events in the movie. Also I’m sorry it took me so long to continue with this series 😭 I was dealing with writer’s block (still a little bit) but hopefully you’ll like this!

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Ten years later…

Y/N was getting ready to leave her house. College was starting and her parents offered to drive her. She didn’t wanna make them drive all the way there and then back, but she wasn’t sure when she would be seeing them again so she agreed.

She saw her parents walk in and out of her room with boxes full of her clothes and other things she was bringing with her. She was sad to leave but at the same time, she was really excited to finally do something different and change her routine.

Y/N was done packing, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something, something important. She stood in the middle of her room and looked around, an almost empty room surrounding her. It looked smaller somehow. Then, a blue box covered in sparkly stickers under her bed caught her attention. She looked at it with confusion, trying to remember what was in it, but just when she was about to open it her mom entered her room.

“Y/N let’s go, we don’t wanna drive when it gets dark”

“Sorry, I’ll be down in a second” She replied, grabbing the box and following her mom downstairs.

“Did you get everything you need? Did you go to the bathroom?”

“Yes mom, for the millionth time” Y/N opened the trunk and found a place for her mysterious box.

“I just wanna make sure you’re ready to leave” She looked like she was about to cry. Y/N didn’t blame her, she was starting to feel the emotions too, but she wanted to save the crying for the actual goodbye.

“I am” She replied, giving her a comforting smile.

The drive was long but fun. Her parents let her pick the music the entire way there and they stopped at a bunch of coffee places to try to find the best. However, she started to feel really sad about being apart from her parents. Being an only child made her really close to them (especially her mom), so from being with them basically 24/7 to nothing at all felt like a lot to take in.

Eventually, they made it to campus. They started to unload their car as she got the information she needed before making her way to her dorm. There were a lot of people around her doing the same, some looked more prepared than others.

“Are you sure you weren’t assigned a roommate?” Her dad asked, opening the door.

“Uh- I don’t think so, that’s what they told me anyway”

“Happens all the time, but I bet you’ll be assigned one after the first week”

It took a couple of trips to bring all of the boxes to her room. She didn’t realize how many things she brought with her but since she was the only one there she thought she could worry about the mess later. Her parents ended up staying on campus for a few hours, they walked around and ate something together before saying their goodbyes.

“Promise you’ll call” Y/N and her mom were hugging, both of them on the verge of tears.

“I will, I promise”

The three of them shared a long hug and shed some tears. They were happy for her, and they could,’t be any prouder but that didn’t make it any easier.

After walking her parents to their car she decided to go to bed. She was incredibly tired and her mind couldn’t focus on the mess, so she just left what she needed for her first day and fell asleep almost immediately.

Her first day was a lot more tiring than she expected. Running to her classes trying to familiarize with the campus paths. She was so overwhelmed with this new lifestyle she barely had any time to do anything.

After a long day she finally went back to her dorm. She wanted to take a nap but knew the best idea would be to start working on her homework. Y/N was fully immersed on the words in front of her, until she heard someone knocking on the door, interrupting her “Hi”

“Hey! I’m Chris, your new roommate” Chris said excitedly, handing Y/N her dorm assignment.

“Oh, hi. I’m Y/N ” She took the piece of paper from her and moved to the side “Did you just get here?”

Chris entered the room, looking for an empty spot to put down her things “No, I got here yesterday but asked to change roommates, guys are difficult anyway”

“Oh, sorry” Y/N quickly picked up a few things to make room for Chris “I’ll bring everything to my side”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back” Chris went back to her old dorm and Y/N stayed there trying to clean up the mess, at least enough to make room for Chris.

After a few minutes Chris came back with more stuff “Do you need help to bring more things over?” Y/N asked.

“No, this is everything” She said “Man, you really brought your entire house with you”

Y/N felt her face burn “Yeah, sorry” She chuckled, looking at all the stuff she needed to put away “I didn’t realize how much I brought with me until we had to take a couple of trips to the car to get everything here”

“Happens to the best of us”

“What happened with your other roommate anyway? Was he a creep or something?” Y/N asked, helping Chris with her stuff.

“No, nothing like that. Or at least I would hope so” She said arranging her new bed “I suppose he isn’t as liberal as I expected”

“Is he cute?”

“Uh- I guess. He’s a little weird… and paranoid, he even sleeps with a nightlight” Chris chuckled “Man, poor Dalton. I wonder what really happened to him” That name triggered something in her mind, it somehow brought something distant but familiar “Great hair though”

“Dalton?” Hearing that name brought a lot of memories to Y/N, memories she didn’t even know she still had.

“Yeah, do you know him?”

“I don’t know” She let out an anxious laugh “I guess- I used to know a Dalton when I was like 9 but I haven’t seen him ever since, so…”

“You should go knock on his door and see if it’s the same dude, he’s right underneath us”

“Yeah, maybe” She had a weird feeling, she hasn’t thought about Dalton in a really long time and remembering their friendship made her wanna cry “It’s probably not him, though. Last time I heard something about him he was in a coma and… I don’t know, my parents didn’t like to talk about him after that so 10 year old me just assumed he died” She now felt bad for thinking that, even though she wasn’t even sure this was the same Dalton.

“Stop, that’s definitely him” Chris said excitedly as she sat next to Y/N on her bed “I don’t wanna seem like I’m just out here sharing his business but last night he told me he was in a coma when he was 10 and that he doesn’t remember a single thing from that entire year”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. Could it really be him? Her best friend who she hasn’t seen in over ten years? She didn’t know how to react, all these memories coming back to her felt like a huge load on her shoulders and the only thing she wanted to do was cry, for some reason, but she didn’t wanna do that in front of her new roommate. They have only known each other for like 10 minutes anyway.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked slowly when she noticed the tears on her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry” Y/N stood up quickly and walked to the door “I’ll be right back”

She went to the bathroom to wash her face, debating whether or not she should knock on his door. If it wasn’t him it would feel like losing him all over again and if it was him she wouldn’t know what to say. What if it was him but he didn’t remember her? It would be really awkward to explain that they used to be friends ten years ago. She decided to go back to her dorm, not wanting to deal with a potential face to face right now.

A few hours later, Y/N was in her bed. She couldn’t stop thinking about Dalton and just as she was about to call her mom, she remembered the blue box. Chris was already sleeping so she tried to be as quiet as possible, using the light of her phone to see the contents of the box.

Downstairs, Dalton was in his room working on a painting and he wasn’t even sure what it was. It was the first art project for professor Armagan and he wanted to impress her, but something about it made him feel uneasy.

Dalton didn’t realize when he fell asleep. He opened his eyes and was welcomed by his dorm, like a darker version of it. He looked around and spotted a lantern in front of him, so he grabbed it and stood up from his chair, and just as he was about to leave his room he looked back and saw himself, still sitting there, still sleeping. He smiled thinking it was just a cool dream and finally made his way out. He decided to go to Chris’ room, there was no harm in dreams anyway.

Y/N was still in her bed, but now she was fully crying. In the box there were a lot of pictures of her as a kid. A few of her school plays, yearbooks, with her parents, them on holiday and a lot of pictures of and with Dalton. She couldn’t believe she forgot about all of that, and looking back at all the memories made her heart heavy, but once she got to that last piece of paper at the bottom of the box she knew she had to go find him.

Dalton slowly opened the door and looked for Chris, noticing her fully asleep on her bed. As he walked in he saw someone else, a girl. She wasn’t sleeping though, she was sitting on her bed wearing big headphones and… crying? Dalton was confused, why would this be a part of his dream?

He got closer to the girl and examined her face, feeling like he knew who she was, and once he was close enough he finally recognized her. It was Y/N. He took a step back but tripped with one of Y/N’s shoes, making a loud noise. When he realized she could hear him he panicked and quickly stood up, ready to leave the room.

Y/N heard this and took off her headphones, for a moment she thought it was coming from a different room but then she heard something again, and just as she was about to turn on her lamp she heard the door close. She stared at it for a moment, her heart was racing and she was trying to think of a logical explanation for what just happened.

Dalton left and quickly went back to his dorm, sitting back on his chair and suddenly waking up again. He looked around him as he came to the conclusion that it wasn’t a dream, and that Y/N was probably Chris’ roommate.

Y/N didn’t know how to explain it, but she had a feeling that it had happened before. It was a very distant memory. She placed the old drawing back where it belonged, slowly leaving her bed and walking to the door.

Unsure of what her plan was, she went to Chris’ old dorm and knocked. While she waited, a million things were going through her head and almost all of them were warning her to leave. Just as she started to walk away, the door opened. She looked back at him, carefully examining his face. It was him.

“Hi, uh- my name is Y/N and I live right above you-”

“Y/N” He said, trying to process the fact that Y/N was standing right in front of him and that he was right, it wasn’t a dream.

None of them knew what to say, so almost on instinct they hugged, maybe even tighter than they did when they said goodbye. They stayed like that for a while, as if they were making up for all the years they were separated.

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