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thecapricunt1616 · 7 days

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Chicory (c.b. one-shot)

♡ Chapter Inspo: Chicory is perfect for love spells, & sex magick, it is also a natural aphrodisiac - this being because it is a great source of the androgen hormone androstenedione. ♡ Summary: You wake up to find Carmy's dirty little book he's been hiding from you, and convince him you want to try some things out from it, too. ♡ W/C: 3.5K+ ♡ Posted Date: 05/28/2024 ♡ A/N: Hellooooo!!! Happy day 3/7 of the Capri 200 Follower Celebration Extravaganza!!! You can find said extravaganza ♡ Here ♡ this celebration will be going until next Sunday (06/02/24)! We're getting todays party started early because I am physically incapable of sleep today I guess!! Lol anywhore - This O/S is based on ♡ This ♡ request, from my Darling Dirty Olive Martini otherwise known as the goddess herself @carmenberzattosgf ! Give her a follow NEOWW!!! I hope you love my dear Martini baby! Your other request is still in the works xoxoxo ♡ Warnings for BTC: Smutty smut smut, embarrassed Carmy, unprotected sex, AFAB!Fem!Reader, Reader not described pic's are purely for vibes only, swearing, and typical TB trigger warnings

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

You and Carmy had been dating for about 2 months, and it was an extraordinary two months. While he wasn’t the best at communication, he tried, and he tried very hard. He was an amazing learner, and would pick up what you put down the second he realized he made a mistake - do his best to fix it, and not make the same mistake again. In regards to the bedroom, your pleasure came first, it was like that from the beginning. It wasn’t something either of you discussed, it was more that Carmy was the one who did the leading most the time, and you followed & told him what did and didn’t feel good.

Most of the time, he was dead set on solely your pleasure. You could remember the amount of times you’d had penetrative sex with him, as much as you hated that you kept track, it was just in your nature to do so. He hadn’t let you go down on him yet,saying that he was ‘all good by eating you out’. On top of your lack of experience together - he also liked to have the lights off most of the time. You were much more sex forward than he was, so you just chalked it up to being shy, and didn’t think anything of it.

That was until he was sleeping one night next to you, falling asleep after eating you out for a straight 2 hours, you couldn't even remember the exact number of times he made you cum. You also weren’t sure how his jaw didn’t lock up.

The reason you had woken up at such an hour, was because your hand brushed something hard and papery under his pillow when you stuck your hand under it in search of his to hold. You carefully pulled the foreign book out, and in the dim moonlight that peeked through his navy blue blackout curtains, you read ‘BDSM Kinktionary - The ultimate guide’ and oh - had that thing been read. The spine had been very broken in, it was clear this specific book of his was well loved.

You flick through it, to see that there were multiple pages that had been dog-eared for later use. You got up quietly as to not disturb him, padding out to the kitchen where he kept the light under his microwave on. Leaning over the counter and flicking through the pages, finding the first one that had been dogeared and reading it.

Bondage - The restraint of a person, either by physical item (cuffs, rope, etc.) or instruction (known as mental bondage). Restraint can be full-body (vacuum beds, suspension) or involve a single body part such as the eyes (blindfold), mouth (ball gag), wrists or even thumbs. Bondage may include furniture like sex swings and devices like handcuffs.

It had various photos of different things mentioned and you raised your brows. “Carmy have you been holding out on me?” you whispered to yourself, a small smile on your face as you flicked to the next page that had been marked by a fold and read ;

Cockwarming / Soaking - Where one person puts their cock into their partner’s mouth, ass, or vagina (if they have one), and leaves it there for a set amount of time to, well, ‘keep warm’. Some people use it as a punishment, some people just like the feeling of it, some use it as a more intimate & sexual form of spooning/cuddling, and some use it as a method of trying to conceive after a creampie (see pg. 32).

You see a little star next to the definition made with red ink likely from a pen, and the word ‘creampie’ was underlined as well. Your mouth dropping slightly - this is likely what he wants to try. When you and Carmy did have sex, he would usually cum on your stomach, long thick white ropes of seed painting all the way up to your ribs, dragging his fingers through it before putting it to your lips to which you gratefully accepted and licked them clean. You tightened your thighs a bit at the thought.

The bedroom door popped open quietly “Babe?” Carmy said, voice gravelly and deep with sleep. You jump in surprise, nearly hitting your head on the side of the microwave as you were bent over trying to read without your glasses in such dim light. “Wha’s up-” he asked padding over. He saw the cover on the counter behind you, eyes widening and eyes flicking back to you. His cheeks go pink “Uhh.. how- how did you - shit - fuck - m-m’sorry babe it was- I-” he ran a nervous hand through his hair taking a big nervous breath.

“Cockwarming?” you said and he rubbed over his mouth and chin nervously

“It’s - i-it’s- y’don’t have t’do any a’that babe it was just a um-”

“A fantasy?” you cut him off. He bit his bottom lip roughly, swallowing thickly. His whole face and neck were red with embarrassment, he looked honestly like he could cry. Like a teen who’s porno-mags had been discovered. “I think it sounds…really hot” you grabbed the book off the counter. “I know you don’t really like getting head so-”

“S’not that I don’t like it. I just…I haven’t done it alot an’I don’t wanna embarrass myself n’stuff.” he rubbed his arm nervously and you stepped a bit closer, gently resting your hand on his chest right over his heart. You could feel it thumping against your palm like a monarch trapped in a plastic cup.

“You can’t embarrass yourself with me Carmy, we talked about it. The way our bodies react to things- how fast they react, it’s not something we can choose. I’d never judge you, is that why you didn’t wanna tell me the stuff you want to try? Cause you thought I’d think it was embarrassing?” you asked him softly.

He looked at the floor, shutting his eyes and sighing “yes” he admitted quietly, “how much did you see?” he asked nervously

“Enough, I didn’t even know that was like a thing? But it sounds hot- can we try? I mean..we dont have to- but I could go right now, if you want to” you asked. He held his hand on yours, gently squeezing it.

“I’ve never done it-”

“So we can learn together then, right? Things are most fun that way, anyways. I love doing new things with you, Carmy. It makes me feel close to you” you admitted.

He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face in your neck and holding you close. “Thank you” he muttered into your skin, the tip of his nose chilly since you two had fallen asleep with the window open last night.

“F’what baby?” you asked, rubbing over his back, your finger pads gently brushing over the little moles adorning his skin like tiny constellations you traced over in early mornings just after his alarm went off and he was still rousing for the day.

“Bein’ you” he said and kissed the fleshy bit where your shoulder met your neck and a smile graced your lips, gently petting his hair “I wanna try if you wanna try…I mean really wanna try, not just ‘cause I wanna do it, cause you actually want to” he said.

You pulled away, tilting his head to look at you “I want to.” you said, your voice honeyed with honesty and desire.

He tugged you by your hand back to the bedroom, kissing you deeply tugging you close by your hips and his hands traveled down your back, over your ass, squeezing and you moaned a bit, cupping his jaw and rubbing your thumb gently over the stubble that had grown since he shaved in the shower yesterday morning. He hummed softly, carefully sitting on the mattress and leading you to straddle his hips, playing gently with the hem of your panties between his fingers.

You opened your mouth for him, gently sucking on his tongue when he slipped it in your mouth since you know how much you both liked it and he moaned softly, gripping your ass tighter and pulling at the skin. You smirked into the kiss, pulling off after a few moments with a pop

“Want y’to touch me” you said sweetly, gently kissing the corner of his slightly parted lips, his breath coming out in soft warm pants against your cheek.

“Mm” he hummed softly reaching one of his hands under you, gently rubbing at your clit “y’sore?” he asked softly “I wasn’t too rough earlier was I?” he questioned as you kissed down his jaw, and over the hickeys, you’d left a few days ago on his neck. He wasn’t too stressed about them because he would just tell anyone at work to fuck off and there wasn’t going to be another friends and family night for a few weeks.

“No love, m’okay, that was so nice earlier. Made me feel sooo good, Are you ok?” you gently stroke his jaw with your hand and he smiles a bit

“Yes babe, m’fine. Feel good?” he asked and rubbed a bit firmer, in response your hips jerked a bit in his hands and a little breathy oh escaped your throat

“Yes jus’ like that babe feels so good, I love your pretty strong hands” you lovingly kiss his temple, resting your forehead on his “I fuckin’ love it when you touch me like that, bear” you said and his cock twitches in his boxers beneath you, already hard in briefs. It never took him much, but especially when you used his name.

That name, his nickname. The name only the closest people in his life called him, the name that coming from you - made him feel confident, strong, dominant. “Can’t fuckin’ focus when y’bein so sweet baby c’mere” he pulls his lips to yours again, pushing your panties to the side, breaking the kiss of course to ask “thas’ok right?” carefully rubbing his fingers through your slick

“Mmhmm, Course sweet boy - Feel how wet I am? All f’you baby. Y’so sexy, and so brave for telling me what you want from me, hmm? My brave Bear” you gently play with his curls, combing through them with your fingers. He kissed you again, cock grinding up against your pelvis unintentionally. You knew how much praise turned him on, he yearned for it. He carefully pulled back your hood, brushing the rough pad his middle finger over the sensitive bud.

You whine into his mouth, hips jerking at the sudden, intense bolt of pleasure and in retaliation you took his bottom lip between your teeth and pull gently. Your eyes then fluttered open to see his hooded blue eyes darkened with need, long eyelashes fluttering his cheeks when he blinked.

You sucked his lip between yours, sucking gently on it as he carefully trailed his hand down your slick folds, spreading your nether lips with his fingers a sticky click being heard when that same torturous middle finger that was teasing your innocent clit a few moments prior, breached your dripping entrance. Your mouth falls open, letting his lip snap back into place and a moan tumbles from your own lips.

“Yes- fuck yes baby” you sat back a bit to take another knuckle in and he buried his finger to the palm, curling it and uncurling it around your gummy walls, a lewd wet schlick noise coming from your pussy as he did so

“Sound so pretty” he breathed arching his finger a bit deeper and brushing against that lovely spongey little spot that made your clit pulse and fire grow in the pit of your belly. “Want another princess?” He asked, and unable to speak, you nodded, jaw dropped. You grind down onto his hand once he added his ring finger, rolling your hips so you were essentially riding his hand as he continued rolling his fingers and pressing on that spot.

You were feeling that heat shooting to your core, your juices leaking down his palm, and wrist, droplets racing down his veiny forearm to nestle in the crook of his elbow. “Oh- oh-fffffuuuck” you whined out, rolling your hips quicker as you chased your high. “Mm so sweet - y’so sweet Carmy- letting me use your hand like this, thank you” you give him a hot, wet kiss, lingering for a moment.

“Lemme help you mm?” He pushed your back to lay over him fully, cheek pressed to his chest “I like takin’ care’a’my girl” he said and quickly matched your pace with his fingers, continuing to curl them into that spot with every thrust in to his palm. He groaned softly at the short high pitched little whimpers you made as you went slack over his chest, your hips twitching as your walls fluttered wildly around his fingers, sucking them back in each time he pulled out.

“Feels so good- sososo good” you rambled, nearly drooling on his chest you were so far away in your orgasm.

“Y’always do so good princess, always so good, can y’give me one more? Ye’? Then you can fall asleep on m’cock mm? You’d like that I bet, you always whine when I pull outta you” he said hotly in your ear, voice thick with lust and pure need. This was the game you two played, he would fuck you absolutely dumb, so that he got comfortable enough to talk dirty thinking you wouldn’t remember what he said or that you were too caught up in your own nearly atomic orgasms he was determined to lure out of you to be able to hear him properly.

“Need it- need it- want you-“ you choke on your words, hips arching into his touch as he continued his assault on your gspot, this time adding his forefinger. “There- there right fuckin there I’m- I’m gonna make a mess shit fuck-“ you sob out, thighs nearly shaking with pleasure. “Carmy Carmy- Carmy- oh!” His name fell from your lips like an invocation.

“Thas it pretty girl. Fuck- so fuckin hot- make a fuckin mess all over me angel.” He massaged that spot with his fingers, the heel of his palm giving delicious friction to your clit that was causing your brain and your mouth to disconnect, the string of lewd swears and filthy moans going unheard by you as you were pretty sure your vision went white behind your shut lids and your legs went fully numb for a moment.

You came back a few minutes later to him whispering praise into your hairline, littering little kisses over it and gently brushing your wet sweaty hair from your forehead. “So so good baby. Always so good f’me huh? Y’gonna let me take care’a’you now?”

You picked your cheek up from his chest, your skin sticking to his and pulling away like scotch tape, slow since you weren’t in a rush to move being so exhausted and very comfortable where you were. “Hey you, gonna lemme clean you up so we can try this thing out?” He carefully brushed your baby hairs from your face that were wild and curly with sweat from the encounter.

In response you hum softly, in agreement, throat feeling dry as you sat up to let him move. He carefully reached over you, opening his night drawer and grabbing the feminine wipes he kept in there for you, as well as grabbing your water bottle from the tabletop.

He holds the straw to your lips “big sip f’me, ye’?” He cradled the back of your head gently. You leaned in, taking the sip he requested, and as soon as the icy water he assured your cup stayed filled with passed your lips one sip turned in to a few big gulps, eyes shutting in bliss. “Goood girl.” He praised gently. Hearing the bubbles at the bottom a few moments later, meaning you’d hit ice and it was empty so you pulled away, your tongue darting out to lick your dry lips

“Thanks” you said softly and pecked his shoulder with your chilly ice water lips gently.

“You go do what you gotta do, I’m gonna fill this up mm?” He kissed your head and got up, heading to the kitchen. You went to the restroom, making sure to wash your hands which you know he did as well since you heard the kitchen sink while you were sitting on the toilet rubbing your tired face.

By the time you got back, he was already switching out the fitted sheet for a clean dry one, in clean boxers - his problem still evident, standing tall and tugging at the fitted fabric. “Carm” you said softly and he looked up at you

“Hey baby- y‘waters there got you a granola bar if you want it too. Wasn’t sure if y’just wanted to go to sleep but i'd love if you had a bite or two-

” he goes on. The only time you had a hard time getting him to stop talking was when he felt as if you needed taking care of, turning into the male version of his sister, as you’d quickly found out how she treated him the few times you’d met her.

“Carmy” you said again, stopping his rambling. “What about the book- the cockwarming thing? Did you…you don’t wanna do that with me anymore?” You slipped out of your now wet panties and flicked them into the laundry basket.

“Oh- oh-“ he watched them fly and land on your shared pile of dirty clothes from the week of you sleeping over. “Uh- no- I-I mean yes yes I wanna do it with you, I can um…let me get a condom just in case I like- accidentally-“ you stopped him once more

“If you came inside me on accident I think that would be really hot.”

He stopped digging through the drawer and looked over at you, cheeks flush. “Did you…take your thing?” He asked, like it was a secret. You laughed a bit at his boyish awkwardness regarding woman’s products.

“I don’t take a thing the thing meaning my implant is in my arm. I’m never at risk with it for pregnancy, well - shouldn’t be - but it’s like a 98% thing…I also am pretty irregular? So I dunno” you shrugged a bit “but irregular means I probably won’t be pregnant, especially on birth control, so.” You explained.

“Okay- um- yeah. Yeah.” He said, pulsepoint visible in his neck from how hard his heart was pumping in anticipation for what was to come next. “So- alright. You- you wanna be on top? I- I don’t wanna like..crush you” he said and you nod excitedly

“I love sleeping on you! I’m gonna fall asleep, is that ok?” You asked as he slipped his boxers off, cock kissing his naval in greeting as it springs up from its previous restraints. The tip was so pretty and cherry pink, glistening with precum at the tip. Every time you saw it like this you just wanted to fall to your knees and take as much of the beautiful thick length down your throat as you could - but that was a line to still not be crossed by you two.

“Ye’ s’fine baby. As long as y’re ok w’me wakin’ up hard as fuck I’m probably gonna dream about fuckin you feelin you like that all night” he admits, laying in the middle since you were sleeping together and getting comfortable for you. You crawled on the bed and took his shirt that you’d been wearing fully off so you could be chest to chest, and drape over him like earlier.

This time, he spread you out with his hands, one on each cheek and guided your hips so his tip was nestled snugly against your entrance. “I’m okay as long as you’re okay” you said truthfully and sunk back on his throbbing cock. He grunted a bit, biting his lip and shutting his eyes for a moment. You knew he did that now when he didn’t want to cum too quickly, just from being with him a few times, you picked up on stuff like that just like he did.

“Y’so fuckin tight” he breathed once he was able to relax again, wrapping his strong arms around your back and you thought he was going to push you down, seat you fully on his cock - but, no he…he’s hugging you. He’s continuing to let you sink down as slow as you want. When you finally were seated to the hilt, he places a chaste kiss to your jaw. “Thank you.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, lashes kissing and tickling your cheek as his eyes flutter shut.

“Thank you Bear. Always treat me so nice” you continued gently playing with his curls as his hands gently rubbed over your upper back, tracing the curvature of your shoulders with his fingers.

“Oh I’d say it’s the other way around princess, you always make sure I get what I want - y’too good”

To that, you just smiled, falling asleep a tiny smirk on your face - knowing it was the other way around, you knew he’d never agree.

But you both wouldn’t have it any other way.

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tainted-liquor · 10 months

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Grande Jeté⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

Hobie Brown x BlackFem!Ballerina!Reader Tws: BADDDD British, light swearing, Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! (fluff) W/C:950 A/N: Heyyy! pls forgive me bro I know 0 Londoners, n I have no idea how to write their accent lol. BEAARRR WITH ME😭

Hobie never expected in his life that he would be in this predicament. Here he was, sitting alongside Gwen as she eagerly ranted to him about her 'older sister' being in this dance. She spent about two days convincing Hobie to go with her, saying that he would be supporting an aspiring artist. "It's about to start!" Gwen cheered silently, clapping her hands quickly before pointing to the red curtains ascending upwards. "There she is!" Gwen whispered as she pointed towards your flexed form, spine curving upward as your back leg extended out behind you as your arms create a sleek invisible line between the tips of your fingers and the bottom of your toes.

He was absolutely enchanted. He had never seen someone make ballet look so sacred in his eyes, brushing off the silly dance as a bunch of jumps and turns. He watched as you slowly began to break free from your frozen stance, moving with such calculated precision and absolute elegance. It was like he was watching the performance through a tunnel, eyes glued on you and you only as you pirouetted with such grace it put every princess in the world to absolute shame. He had heard from Gwen first-hand just how painful it was to do ballet, but watching you twist and turn on the very tips of your toes put everything into perspective. In his mind, you were a precious dove ghosting the surface of the water with your pretty pink pointe shoes.

"Gwendy, you said this's one of your mates, right?" He asked, eyes still absolutely glued to you. Gwen gave him an overjoyed nod, clearly biting back the loudest scream of approval she's ever given. "Introduce me later, yea?" He mumbled as he watched you shoot Gwen a rather smooth wave, disguising it within your movements to not stray from your routine...Man, you were good. You looked absolutely bewitching as your melanated skin shone under the spotlight, your movements remaining soft and delicate whilst carrying yourself with such poise. If Gwen would've told Hobie about you earlier he would've bought the damn tickets himself.

When up on that stage, you always felt free and liberated. You spent all of your life in a studio, accepting every drop of boiling-hot criticism with cupped palms, watching as it burned and seared your skin and leave its metaphorical mark that manifested in the form of experience. You incorporated the elegant style of dance into your everyday life, weaving the very threads of its history into your personality and wearing it like a proud necklace. For you, dancing was your very being. You spent countless nights banging shoes on your walls, patching up your battered and bruised legs countless times until only a ghost of feeling remained in the tips of your toes. You've learned to crawl, then stumble, then walk, run, and finally jump all in the span of over 10+ years.

You followed the inaudible signals in the ever-so-soothing piano, utilizing the cues that you had ingrained into the back of your mind as you assumed each and every position and pose. You were in a fuck ton of pain, and you were out of breath, but what's a little bit of hurt compared to a dream 10 years in the making? When the curtains finally closed after everyone took their final bow, the roaring applause made everything worth every single twinge of pain. You eagerly ran off the stage, enveloping Gwen in a tight hug as she introduced you to the incredibly tall and lanky man next to her. The clash between the two of you was starkly obvious, with you being dressed in shades of pink, ivory, and soft beiges that complimented every aspect of your outfit.

"'Ey there, I'm 'Obie" he stated as he gave me a small smile, extending his hand towards me gently, to which I gladly accept. Truth be told, I didn't understand half of a fuck of what he just said. I pulled a smile and nod and used context clues to fill in the gaps. "That's a nice accent...where you from?" you asked with a warm smile. He gives a light chuckle before answering with a small "East London. You were really great out there, by the way. Kick n' prance queen!"

"Thank you! You should drop by my studio sometime, you can watch me and Gwen practice for future shows or just for funsies!" I exclaim with a light giggle. I scanned over Hobie, making a mental note of his rough and sharp look that contrasted with my very being. He reminded me of a black swan, gorgeous and elegant in his own way, but almost twice as intimidating. I wouldn't be lying if I said I truly loved the difference in our aesthetics.

"I tried, but he says that he doesn't-" Gwen begins, with Hobie quickly silencing her by just straight up grabbing her mouth. "Yea, I'd like that. I'll see you la'er then!" He grins as he slowly drags Gwen away, giving you a small wave and a goofy grin as I disappear backstage to change into some normal clothes and deconstruct my makeup.

"You didn't tell me that was the gyaldem you ran wif" Hobie chuckled as he shot Gwen a playful glare. "Well, I TRIED. But you started going on about how you," She dropped her voice an octave, linking a synthetic British accent to her every word. "Don't believe in paying to watch performances!" She teased. Hobie only rolled his eyes, pretending to brush off the matter. But in reality, he couldn't wait to see you again and watch you dance in all your glory.

"So...when's she dancing again?"

#across the spiderverse #atsv #into the spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobart brown #we die like men #east london #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you

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my-little-delusions · 4 months

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To the Ends of the Universe Pt. 1 - Dick Grayson x Reader

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader (Romantic), Bruce Wayne x Assistant!Pennyworth!Reader, Donna x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Death, cursing, violence, talk of self harm, talk of domestic abuse, talk of terminal illness and hospitals, experiments, smut (skippable)

(It's a long summary I know I'm sorry. Read it or don't.)

Summary: When you were 6 years old, you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. The doctors said there was nothing they could do, and your health would rapidly decline. You wouldn't live past 8 years old. Your parents refused to take that answer and decided to make their own cure for you. However, they couldn't stop there, they didn't just want to make you healthy, they wanted to make you super. Make sure nothing could put you in harms way ever again. After a faulty experiment when you were 10 years old, the lab they worked out of, killed your parents and left you a sole survivor.

When reports of a "super kid" loose on the streets reached Wayne Manor, Bruce picked you up. Alfred ended up adopting you legally, but when Bruce realized you had no control of your powers, he decided to train you. Teach you how to use your powers and keep them under control.

A year later Bruce adopted Dick. Growing up and Training side by side you and Dick were inseparable. Your crush on Dick, the cute guy you would with a year older than you, only got worse. As well as his protectiveness over you. Your relationship flourished and you two seemed unstoppable. But what happens when Dick convinces you to leave Gotham? Make a new life for yourselves all on your own.

Disclaimer: I am fully aware my timeline/numbers are screwy, don't think about it. This is based solely on the Titans show, it is definitely not comic accurate lol.

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"I wish we could stay like this forever" Dick says, his hand brushing my hair gently behind my ears. The night breeze blowing wisps of it back into my face. He leans in ever so slightly, his eyes locked in with mine. Looking at me full of love and admiration. Causing my heart to swell.

He's never failed to make me feel the way he did when we were kids.

I smile at him softly, tilting my head to lean my face into his gloved hand. Slowly, my hand reaches up to grasp around his wrist, pulling his hand away from my face.

I can tell through his mask that his face falls slightly. I cup his hand between both of mine in my lap. His gaze falls down.

"Dick," I sigh, squeezing his hand, watching as he casts his eyes away to look at the city lights below us, "Look at me... please" His eyes dart up to look at mine, flickering away slightly, "Stop stalling. You have to tell me eventually,"

He takes a deep breath. Eyes hardening.

"I am going to quit Robin, quit Batman. The whole thing."

My grip on his hand loosens a bit, the shock settling in, "W-what?"

"I can't do it anymore Y/n, I-I mean you've seen what it's done to me," His voice wavers a bit but his tone is harsh.

"Are you sure?"

"I can't be here anymore. This... place. It's making me a person I never wanna be. I'm becoming just like Bruce. A violent, paranoid, detached person."

"But-"

"No buts! I need to do this." He says, sounding completely serious.

My breath hitches a bit before I go to speak, letting go of his hand and shifting to sit an inch further from him, "Dick. I love you. I will always love you. Bruce saved us. Both of us. We'd be dead without him. But he's also done us some damage. I will miss you, with every part of my being but I think it's a good idea for you to go. Y-you should get out of here. You're right, G-gotham is eating you alive and I-I can see it. I am so sorry I let it happen without saying anything. B-but you are going to do great things out in the world."

My lips wobble as tears prick my eyes but I try to contain myself. Not wanting to make Dick feel guilty.

"Woahwoahwoah. Y/n. Baby. No. I want you to come with me. I need you with me." He says, almost launching himself, this time grabbing both my hands in his, forcing me to look up at him and his hopeful eyes.

"What? Dick... I.. I don't know. I mean, I don't want to lose you but Bruce needs me. I can't just abandon him. After everything he has done for me. Now that Alfred is gone... Batman can be Batman without a Robin. Bruce can't be Bruce without a Pennyworth. I owe it to him. I'm sorry Dick."

It is silent for a moment. The wheels in Dick's head churning away.

"Then I won't go."

"But-"

"No."

"Dick-"

"Y/n I can't leave you! I won't!"

"Dick that's crazy!" I yell, standing up on the ledge we were sitting on, throwing my hands up,

"What do you mean it's crazy?!"

"We have known each other all our lives. It's always been just the two of us. When is the last time you got close with anyone remotely close to our age since Bruce took us in? I mean seriously Dick!" Exasperated, I pause to catch my breath, "... I love you. You mean everything to me, but I refuse to hold you back! You've only ever known me, what if your true soulmate, the person you're really supposed to be with is out there! I mean, hell, Donna? Dawn? Someone new? If you go out there I know you will find someone. I mean, you're a catch Dick," I say, trying to pass it off as a joke with a forced laugh, however the softness of my tone does little to hide quiver in my voice, "I can't let you ruin yourself. I can't let you stay in Gotham and fall apart right in front of my eyes just for me." I say solemnly, looking down at my feet.

Dick gets up as well, chasing after me to the spot I stormed over to in my rant, "Are you kidding me Y/n? I love you! I don't want anyone else! Donna was a crush I had for a month and you know damn well Dawn and I didn't work out because I couldn't forget about you! I've always wanted you! I will always want you! No one out there is meant for me but you! You are my end game. Don't you understand that?" He shouted, his voice growing hoarse and cracking, the veins in his neck protruding slightly as he strained, "I will just work harder. Get stronger. If that's what it takes to stay with you it's what I'm gonna do."

There Dick stood, right in front of me, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The air in front of his face fogging up.

My eyes filled with water as I fiddled with my fingers, "I'm sorry Dick," I barely whisper.

Without missing a beat Dick wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug and burying my face in his chest.

"Don't be sorry, just let me do this," His says, kissing the top of my head, "I'm not leaving you, okay?"

"Okay."

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"Thank you, Y/n." Bruce said, walking into the batcave.

"Always," I sigh, a smile on my face, spinning around in the chair at my console.

"I don't know what I would do without you," He says.

I pause, shocked that Bruce would say something so kind casually.

"I don't know either," I snicker. Standing up from my chair and pulling together all of my stuff, "Is there anything else you would like me to do before I tuck in for the night?"

"No thank you, you have done plenty tonight,"

"Okay," I sigh, "Please, Bruce... Get some sleep."

"No promises... but I'll try,"

With a smile I make my way out of the batcave and up the steps. My steps speeding up as I excitedly head up to Dick's room.

"Dick?" I call softly, poking my head around the doorframe.

Then I pause.

I hear something.

It sounds like... sniffling?

That can't be Dick.

Dick has cried in Wayne Manor since we were kids.

I hear a rushed shuffling followed by a hoarse, "Come in,"

Walking in wearily I see Dick, seated at the end of the bed, his cheeks stained with tears and his eyes painfully red.

"Oh.. babe," I say dropping, my stuff on the floor and finding myself at his side. Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders the best I can. Rubbing his back and his shoulder gently.

He tries to shrug my arms off ever so slightly, "It's nothing, don't worry about it,"

Without saying anything I just continue to hold him, pulling him in a little tighter. Waiting patiently in silence.

After a little while, the sound of sniffling returns, his shoulders shaking. Dick leans over, resting his head on my chest, letting me wrap my arms around him fully. Only then does he release his tears fully. Allowing himself to sob in my arms.

"I-I almost b-beat somebody to d-death. Y/n I-I almost k-killed him," He struggles put in between his shaky breathes, "I-I don't like who I'm becoming," He says quietly to himself.

After that, I let him cry in my arms for hours. Until finally he had exhausted himself of all his tears and passed out. Tucking him into our shared bed, I admire him, looking more peaceful than I realize he has in a long time.

Shedding a few silent tears of my own, I climb into bed next to him. Finding myself exhausted but unable to let myself sleep. Not after this.

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"Hey" A voice whispers to me, disturbing me from my sleep, "Y/n"

Sitting up a bit, I rub my eyes, letting them adjust to the light. Turning my head, I see dick, already dressed and ready for the day.

Weird.

He usually wakes me up right away.

"Good morning baby," He says smiling and kissing my cheek, pretending like nothing happened the night before.

I just sit there, shocked, stunned, eyes wide.

"Did you sleep okay? I was thinking for breakfast I could-"

"Let's leave Gotham."

"-maybe make some..thing... wait, what did you say?"

"Let's quit. I'll go with you Dick,"

"But you said-"

"I changed my mind."

"But Bruce-"

"I care about you more."

He pauses for a minute, just starting at me, "Are you sure about this?"

"Dick...I want this, for you, and for me. I want to go with you."

My heart feels a bit heavy at just how much his face lights up when I say that. The guilt of ever making him stay here eating away at me.

"I love you," He says breathly and quickly before connecting our lips.

*Gets a little steamy here, skip if needed to the next red*

Gently, Dick pushes me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

He pulls away for a second, eyes filled with lust and love as he looks me over, "god I can't wait to start a new life with you,"

Without hesitating, he attaches his lips to my neck and slides his hand down the front of my pants, his fingers immediately find my clit.

"Fuck, Dick," I moan, throwing my head back.

"Your so fucking beautiful,"

His other free hand slips under the bottom of my shirt. Chills run down my spine at the feeling of his calloused hands grazing the skin of my waist.

Lifting his head from the crook of my neck, he begins to pepper kisses all over my face.

All of a sudden, the loud alarms of our phones go off. It's Bruce. Calling us down.

"Fuck." We both say.

I whine as Dick removes his hand from my pants.

Both of us panting slightly, looking each other before I finally say, "we have to actually go see what he needs, you know."

"I know," He says smirking, "I just need a minute to get rid of this hard-on you gave me,"

I roll my eyes, pushing him off me slightly, "You know... we have to tell him as well," I say, a little solemnly.

"Leave that me, don't worry," He says, reassuring me.

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*Time Skip*

"Here we go," I say, a wide smile plastered on my face that I can't contain.

Dick turns his head smiling back at me, one hand on the wheel of our truck and the other one rested on my thigh, "I'm so glad you came with me,"

"I'd follow you to the ends of the universe," I say to him, "I know you would too."

Pt. 2

#nightwing #dc titans #dc robin #robin #richard grayson #dick grayson #batman #gotham #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader fluff #richard grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader #richard grayson fluff #dick grayson fluff #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #brenton thwaites #brenton thwaites x reader

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spacecolonie · 10 months

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i adore your paintings so muchhh would you happen to have any other tips or tutorials for your process? anything from thumbnailing all the way to final render

Thank you 😭♥ I appreciate that a lot!! To start with I've got my advice tag (both new and veeery old stuff lol), & my youtube has a couple of speedpaints on it, one with commentary including process, brushes etc

In terms of general stuff about how I approach painting, I tend to tailor the method to the desired outcome. I talk about it more in depth on this post here, I also link to some references & tutorials that I really enjoy/recommend!

Besides that though, I guess I can do a little walkthrough of the Whisper & Tangle painting I uploaded a few months ago, since I tried something new with it that I pseudo integrated into my workflow & could be fun to talk about? 🤔

SO yes, I do always thumbnail when I'm doing a bigger painting, and they're definitely not pretty LOL. I usually use the colour fill lasso just to block in basic shapes and values with a gradient map slapped on the top -- I ended up swapping the values around in the end because it let me use the fireflies as the sole light source, making it more character focused! Then it's the usual process of resketching it all & flatting in the base colours (I also added Whisper's wisps hehe), then adding shading:

This is how I usually approach it, w/ all the shading layers clipped to the original flats to preserve editing. Multiply, screen & overlay are the most common layer modes I use while doing this, and if I'm ever struggling I'll sometimes add a gradient map too in order to unify awkward colours etc. The new thing I tried for this painting was doing what's often nicknamed as a 'clown pass' -- which is using hard edged shapes to create an easily-accessible selection mask for each part:

It looks Super funny but I actually found it very helpful, and I ended up using it to select & cut out all of their body parts onto seperate layers, which were then alpha locked. It meant I could go ham w/ large or textured brushes, smudges etc without worrying about losing those edges, or accidentally over-rendering and screwing up the anatomy in the process!!

I've kept doing something similar since, though it's a bit more dialed back; mainly using the lasso select to chop it up directly and preserve specific/necessary edges, grouping up similar body parts on a single layer etc.

After doing all that, I sat down and started rendering. The background was all blocked in & detailed with a hard round brush and these amazing brushes from Devin Elle Kurtz. There isn't anything super insightful that I think I could type on how I render, but I do have that speedpaint I mentioned earlier that'll probably shed more light. It's just a lot of eyedropping & painting, rinse and repeat

When rendering is done I usually add a concoction of adjustment layers, as well as an overlay w/ a noise texture on it. I also sharpen it all after doing so! These are the ones that I ended up adding for this painting:

The dupe & blur is a fun thing that doesn't always work, but it looks super neat when the painting itself calls for it, especially when paired w/ that noise texture. It can make stuff look like an old/low quality photograph or recording -- here's another example w/ a shadow and amy doodle I posted a few months ago:

That's about it for this painting, the majority of the time spent on it was honestly me rendering those damn leaves 🥲 Very tedious but worth it & it was a really good learning experience. I'm not sure if any of this will prove useful but thank you so much for sending in the ask, & if you (or anyone else reading this) wants a similar breakdown for a different painting of mine, please do let me know and I'll try my best to do one!! 🥺💞

#tutorial #kinda. i'm counting this as one... i should really start a new tag for these sorts of posts because theyre super fun #art breakdown #maybe??#either way thank you so much ♥

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hexfloog · 1 year

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One menacing little meitantei I finished back in September for a contest at Nan Desu Kan 2022 :3c He both lights up (shoes and glasses) and has secret definitely not evil details which can only be revealed under black light. He placed second in the "figurine" category!!

Base kit is this Bandai Entry Grade Conan Edogawa that can be bought very cheaply and assembled without any hobby-specific tools. But I am a hobbyist and I do have a lot of tools on hand so I went a little nuts (below the break):

Base is scratch-built from black acrylic and real brick and mortar (these little slips are the kind made for cladding dollhouses). Since the brick material is real, it's heavier than it looks. Box was designed to have a removable door on the bottom in order to access the custom LED wiring and the on/off switches. It's just a door with a notch in it that you pry off with any tool that will fit, as it's only being held in place with double-sided tape.

There are two custom LED circuits wired into the figure. One circuit controls the LED in his glasses and runs all the way from a tiny spot just above his left eye (the LED is very small! just .6mm) down through his body, to his feet, and into the base. The other controls the ones in his shoes. The wires are not visible except behind the door in the base, they are routed through many a hand-drilled hole.

The wires are incredibly fragile since they're so tiny... pieces fatigued off when I was putting this together since I was handling them too much trying to figure them out. I definitely could have done a better job here but I've given myself a pass since it's my first foray into this kind of stuff. It also works, so I can't ask for more, really.

The blue color in his eyes is hand-painted. The kit provides a sticker sheet for the details (below) but instead I opted to paint them in with my smallest brush because I'm a masochist I guess

For what it's worth, I think it paid off lol. I did try to apply at least one of these and I thought it looked incredibly jarring, plus I didn't really trust the strength of the adhesive to stick well while I hauled him around.

Similarly, the sticker that is used for the homing glasses radar on the lens that lights up is custom-made. The kit does not come with this detail and I wanted something to justify the trouble of wiring up his glasses. A custom waterslide decal would have been ideal, but the issue with this one would've been finding a vendor that can print white (most run-of-the-mill custom services can't).

Under black light, Conan is knee-deep in UV-reactive paint splatter. I wanted to mimic the look of a luminol reaction on blood. Yeah this might've been an extremely self-indulgent decision because the shine in his eyes glow with this same paint too LOL but there was no way I wasn't completing the look by going for some evil eyes >:) Makes him look like an animal at night and I'm very here for it and also tagging this as Evil Conan now hehehe

With the exception of his glasses, and his eyes, the entire kit is finished with a matte topcoat. Without it, he's got a very plastic, glossy shine to him. The topcoat protects the black light paint, too.

Anyway I'm quite proud of this and I'm glad I finally took good pics ;0; It's very different from my usual gunpla-adjacent stuff (Zoids) and because the kit is so affordable I was more comfortable with experimenting. I'm delighted to have placed at all in the contest, and now I have unwavering confidence I can carry this experience to other kits I have on backlog >w<

#art #dcmk #detective conan #edogawa conan #conan edogawa #evil conan au #model kit #kit #model #figurine #figure #custom #custom lighting #black light art #queue

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larcenywrites · 1 year

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hi! in case you're taking requests + feel like writing it, could ya write some headcanons on like how young!Tony and/or "regular" Tony would react to his girl using their safeword for the first time? maybe she like just got a bit overwhelmed with rough sex after a long day or something? just like really nothing dark lol, just ya know idk feel free to ignore this really, idk if I'm even making sense here aaaaa

Haha I know where you're coming from 😆 It's more of a little drabble, but I did one for each and both are a little different! I've thought about this before tbh, especially with younger Tony because he definitely won't have any prior experience in this and would probably handle it with a lot more panic lol

Safe Word

Warnings: 18+ | short but rough sex scenes + overstimulation (but only one is the sexy kind) | mention of light bondage | like one line of degradation/dirty talk | aftercare

young!Tony Stark

You weren't even sure how long he'd been going like this, pounding into you from the start without so much as a warning. Wet teeth bit undecidedly between your shoulder and the softer flesh of your neck, and fingers dug harshly into your waist as if he needed to hold you there. You were already trapped under him, chest to chest and pressed so tightly between him and the mattress that you could hardly catch any breath. What breaths you did catch were lost into his shoulder, panted between mewls. You held onto him so tightly to feel better, but better never came. This time, the soft curls between your fingers and the skin beneath your nails weren't so inviting, but it wasn't anyone's fault.

It was a lot, especially when you were still sensitive and sore from last night, and your day had already been spent on your wit's end. While you've probably let him choke the breath from your lungs before and usually enjoyed his heavy weight pinning you down, the current arrangement sent a bolt of panic through your chest. You weren't sure what he just growled against your throat, but for once it wasn't the tone you needed.

"Tony, wait- wait," you started, voice close to your usual strangled moan. There was an unsure faltering of his pistoning hips, probably confused between the clash of your tone and your words. The two of you experiment with a lot of new games, after all. "Stop," you reiterated breathlessly with as stern a tone as you could muster in this state, pushing at his shoulders and rolling your head away from him.

You'd never told him to stop before.

He stopped, still inside you, and tore away from his spot in the crook of your neck. He let go of your waist to sit up on the palms of his hands, not knowing your relief at the extra breathing room he was giving you. Blown-out pupils drifted over you carefully, still processing the palms weakly pushing into his shoulders with fingers spread and straight to keep from touching him fully. You were panting, turned away from him and eyes closed.

He was practically vibrating with the rush of anxious adrenaline, mind racing behind wide eyes. He finally processed what had happened when he felt relief at the slowing rise and fall of your chest. Without a word, he carefully pulled out of you, nearly recoiling out of his skin when you flinched. He wasn't sure if he should touch you, or what to say. He stepped off the bed as quietly as he could, standing around a bit awkwardly with hunched shoulders. What did he do wrong? Did he hurt you? He's never fucked up this bad before.

He reached out, fingers brushing over one of your raised hands, propped up on your elbow. When you didn't flinch away, he took your hand in his. He couldn't tell if you were shaking, too, or if it was just him.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out quietly without thinking, still looking away.

"No, it's okay," he replied just as meekly with a shake of his head. "Did I do something?" It was your turn to shake your head "no".

"I think it was just a lot," you said shyly. "My day was rough enough, you know," you joked with a shaky laugh. It was enough to ease his nerves a little, able to will himself to run a hand through your hair a few times and caress your cheek when you finally looked at him. He forced a smile in response to your encouraging one. He didn't feel as okay as you were letting him know it was, but he got the message.

Just as he had been nervous to be near you, now he was nervous to leave. He assured you that he'd be right back as if you were a nervous puppy, or maybe he was the nervous puppy needing to assure himself. Either way, he reluctantly let go of your hand after a few more seconds and found his way into the bathroom, shortly returning with a damp rag. Usually he liked to tease you all over again during this part, but he was almost too gentle. The parting kiss he always gave your knee was fleeting and light.

You watched him slide on a pair of sweats before he exited the room, and you took the opportunity to slide under the covers. Tony's absence wasn't any more comforting, either, and you were relieved when he came back in. And with two thoughtful glasses of water in hand, one for each nightstand.

You watched him slowly make his way under the sheets with you, rolling onto his stomach and tucking his hands under the pillow he halfway hid in. He looked over at you, eyes still wide but wanting, obviously too scared to reach out. You took the initiative, shuffling over and innocently pecking his shoulder. Even with his expression still unsure, he rolled onto his side, arm raised to welcome you into the safety of his chest.

You were both a bit shaken up. Limits were something new and uncharted, so neither of you could have known, but maybe you could make things a little easier next time with a simple word, and maybe communicate a little better about when it is and isn't a good time for a rough session.

Tony Stark

"Are you my tight little slut?" He snarled, lips right at your ear and huffing hot breaths with the effort of fucking into you so roughly. A hand on the side of your face kept you pressed to his. Your wrists rolled in their restraints above your head. Your nails digging into your palm only made it worse, so you flexed your fingers instead. You didn't think you could answer if you tried, far too tired from the hard orgasms he'd forced out before he'd even entered you, and even your arms were shaking from the strain of being tied up for so long now. At this point, you really didn't even know if you had another one left in you. He'd pushed you far before, but this time his spearing tip was starting to send pangs of soreness radiating through your belly, and that usual pressure was building into nothing, too squirted dry for any release. It was a new burn of frustration that, for the first time, was far from pleasurable, and he only kept on bothering the sweet spots that were no longer so sweet.

And neither was he.

"When I ask you a question, you answer," he growled again, harshly bottoming out and holding still. The heaviness pressing so deep against your end gave you the energy to answer him in a cry, but it wasn't the word he was expecting. This was why he was always so wary of gags, and always watched you so carefully when you tied you up and fucked your throat. He always kept it in the back of his mind, but this was the first time he heard it. He prepared for it to happen one day, but the panic that shot through his heart still hurt, as well as the guilt that settled in the hole it left. He slowly backed off, the hand on your face no longer so tense and now looking down at you. A thumb caressed over your cheek before delicate fingers moved to take care of stray wisps of hair that he'd probably caused at some point.

Your eyes were screwed shut, but you felt him working at your restraints, pulling them from around your wrists and tossing it to the ground with a thud that made you jump slightly. And it didn't help that he was still inside you, softer at least. His hands were calloused, but they softly took your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. You gulped at the gentleness of lingering kisses to the marks that circled your wrists. One hand let go, instead petting over your hair again with a much needed sweetness in his voice. "(Y/N), honey, are you okay?"

Tony's hand was on your cheek again, gently angling you to look up at him. You gave yourself a few seconds to answer. There were no demanding snarls this time in the absence of your voice, only patient eyes of concern when you finally opened yours. You slowly nodded against his palm. His only answer was a thumb rubbing over your cheek and a heavy sigh of either guilt or relief. He finally eased out of you, the burn of his leave probably much better now that he was soft, but you still grimaced nonetheless. Had this been a part of a scene or one of your games, he would have loved to affectionately shush you with lips on your cheek and tell you all about how good you did for him in a low voice, but he wasn't quite sure if it was still the time for that. Instead, he got to work, quickly cleaning himself so he could get back to you. He stood next to you, burying his face in your chest while he expertly wiped you down with that warm cloth. He quietly shushed you when you flinched, jaw tightening at the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair. They tried to stay there even when he finally rose from your chest, sliding over his shoulders and disappointingly onto the bed when he backed away.

The wet puddle you'd made was turning cold beneath you, and had you feeling a little grimy the longer you sat in it. Luckily, Tony was back by your side to save the day easing his arms around you and carefully resting you on the small sofa across the room. You huddled into yourself as you watched him clean up, replacing the contrasting white and dark sheets and tossing the used pile near the hamper to be dealt with later. He was just as eager to have you back in his arms as you were eager to be back in them.

You were carried back to the bed and lovingly tucked under the covers as if you couldn't have done it yourself. Well, you might not have had the strength to, honestly. He quickly joined you, arms back around you in an instant and hands drifting shapes along your spine. You tucked yourself under his chin, finally smiling when he placed a chaste kiss to your head.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, playing his fingers through your hair.

You slightly shook your head. "It's okay," you whispered, matching the quiet that had so suddenly settled in the room. "I still love you."

He huffed a short laugh at your teasing. It eased his nerves a little more, hopefully enough to follow you into sleep. "I love you, too."

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mostthingskenobi · 2 years

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TRUST THE FORCE

SUMMARY: Years ago, Jyn Erso's mother tied a kyber crystal around her daughter's neck. Little did she know, this small act would save her daughter's life.

Ever since rewatching Rogue One in the theater as a preamble to Andor, I’ve been a bit obsessed. The scene of Jyn and Cassian on the beach is one of my favorite moments in Star Wars (and possibly all cinema!). I heard a head canon years ago that suggested maybe Jyn’s kyber crystal protected her and Cassian and brought them into the afterlife or preserved their spirits or something like that. I’ve always LOVED that idea, and was very inspired by this gorgeous piece of art by @sempaiko

I don’t really add anything new to the scene…but I felt a strong need to write this. So here you go! LOL! Enjoy this arbitrary retelling of my fav scene FULL OF PAIN 😭

Trigger warnings: nothing graphic, canon compliant sadness and pain

Rating: general

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The light was almost beautiful, a pale orange-white streaking across the sky. But nothing could quite capture the horror those colors represented. A wall of water, steaming vapor, and pure energy moved toward them at a steady rate. This time no one was coming for them, no last-ditch efforts, no running away.

Their chances were spent.

And they both knew it.

Jyn and Cassian knelt in the sand at the water’s edge, watching their fate rushing towards them across the sea. Deep down they had known it would end this way. As K-2SO had used his last moment to smash the data consul, protectively sealing them in the vault, they knew their deaths were inevitable. Accepting that hard truth gave them the strength to carry on. Resisting the Force would only have gotten in the way.

They had both given so much, lost so much, been denied so much. Throughout their lives Jyn and Cassian had gone from one pain to the next, never stopping long enough to let the truth take root, for the truth was too ugly to face. But now, sitting in the sand next to an equal, having a partner that understood, was somehow a gentle comfort. They didn’t know each other, not really. But what was there to know? Favorite foods? Spiritual beliefs? Coffee or tea? None of that mattered. What Jyn and Cassian did��know was how merely surviving could eat at your soul. Loyalty could be brushed aside by those in power, as though your sacrifices meant nothing. They understood how picking the lesser of two evils killed a little piece of who you were. They understood the fear of becoming a shell, of being lost to themselves—a result of drifting from one disparate, brutal task to the next.

As Jyn and Cassian looked into each other’s eyes, they felt certain that at least now, in this moment, their humanity was alive, their sacrifice counted for something. In this moment, they existed more deeply and more purely than they had ever existed before. Cassian existed in Jyn and Jyn existed in Cassian.

They were equals.

They intrinsically knew each other’s truth, not by a lifetime of friendship and minute detail but by this horrific moment distilling them both down to their rawest state. There’s no hiding who you are in a moment like this.

“Your father would have been proud of you, Jyn,” Cassian said gently, his steady gaze matching his unwavering voice. He knew how hard this whole experience had been for her, forcing her to relive heartbreak that she pretended didn’t affect her. She had proven to be more honorable and more dedicated than many Alliance members. He felt proud to fight by her side.

She smiled sadly. She knew Cassian was right, her father would have been proud, and she loved him for saying such a kind thing with his last few breaths. Jyn reached out and took his hand. They were in this together, all the way to the end. He’d been difficult to read at first, but she’d gradually come to see that Cassian was braver and more capable than most people. There was a gentle goodness buried under layers of ruthless grit. She understood him.

Jyn was scared, she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t. The wall of death moving toward them was getting larger, taller, picking up momentum. She hoped it would be over fast. She looked at Cassian for reassurance. His gaze shifted back to the horizon and his eyes flashed with fear for a fraction of a second. He looked back at Jyn, his expression tight with the realization that there was nothing he could do to protect them.

They reached for each other at the same time, coming up on their knees and wrapping their bodies together. Cassian’s hand clutched into the back of her vest, holding her as tightly as he could, grounding himself as he squeezed his eyes shut. Jyn wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tightening against his back as tears welled up in her eyes.

Their bodies pressed together, their throats tight with emotion, as the air temperature grew warmer and warmer around them. Jyn began to tremble, her breath ragged as she clenched her teeth against a sob. Cassian’s grip tightened around her, responding to her fear. “I’ve got you,” he whispered into her ear over and over. He just kept repeating it, he didn’t know why. He knew he couldn’t save her, that holding her tightly wouldn’t stop what was coming. Jyn leaned her head against him, one last breath freezing in her chest. Cassian felt it; the roaring energy cloud was upon them and his eyes opened wide in fear right at the last moment.

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It was like being plowed over, smashed, ripped, pulled backward and sideways at the same time. Everything evaporated into white, then red, then ruddy orangish-brown before going black.

After the initial violent shock, everything went deathly still, but then a strangeness took over, a sense of floating, of buoyancy lifting upward.

Cassian realize his eyes were squeezed shut, his body’s natural reflex, trying to protect itself. The fact that he even had eyes, or, for that matter, could construct thoughts, suddenly struck him as unusual. He extended his fingers but felt nothing, neither temperature nor sensation. He took a slow breath and opened his eyes.

What he saw overwhelmed his emotions.

Jyn floated across from him, seemingly unconscious. Beyond her was the galaxy’s vastness, empty and black, with distant stars glittering like fireflies. And there, floating between them, glowing with a gentle, warm white light, was the kyber crystal Jyn wore around her neck. It floated between her and Cassian, still tethered with the leather chord her mother had tied around it decades ago. An energy bubble encompassed their bodies, thrown out by the tiny gem. Somehow, the Force had protected them, transported them. Cassian didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. He stared in awe, trembling with shock, his body weathered by what it had just endured. Everything he had suffered in his life, every pain and fear and heartbreak fell away. He intuitively knew that none of it existed anymore.

He watched as Jyn’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the curve of her mouth giving a slight flinch, as she sleepily regained consciousness. He watched fear flash over her face before her gaze settled on the kyber. Her chest heaved, tears falling down her cheeks as she realized her mother had saved her somehow. Cassian watched as she reached for the crystal, her fingers delicately outlining the ball of radiant energy without actually touching it. Then her eyes lifted to his, growing wide and gentle as she registered for the first time that he was there with her.

Jyn reached for Cassian instantly, their hands locking together, pulling each other close. He cupped her cheek in his right hand and wiped away her tears with his thumb. She clutched her fingers around his arm pulling him closer in an iron grip. “Don’t let go,” she whispered, her usually piercing gaze now unsure, yet still brave.

“I won’t,” Cassian said with conviction.

Her grip tightened, a sign that they shared the same sentiment.

The kyber still hovered between them, a beacon of protection in this strange in-between space where they floated. The Force was leading the way, slowly and steadily moving them toward someplace new.

They didn’t know where they would end up, but Jyn and Cassian took comfort in the certainty that at least they would be there together.

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Thank you for reading.

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lovebvni · 7 months

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hey!! shiv here!! you’re so spot on it’s scary really!! i feel like you tapped into my brain for the reading. Let’s break this down!!

1. just be is my motto. When everything fails, i just fall back to this. Nothing to get, nothing to do. Just be. Never fails me. So i’m happy to know i’m on the right path🥹

2. i want my void to be pink in colour🤭 and i have been feeling really good while doing pysch-k?? helps me accept the fact entirely that i’ll enter/wake up in the void.

3. I keep myself entertained lol!!! before i attempt to tap in the void i listen to a bunch of songs to feel light and brush off the nerves and thoughts! sometimes i even like to imagine myself safe cuddled up in bed lol (can u tell i’m deprived of physical touch lol)

4. I’m really shocked how you could see the childhood aspect too cause my earliest memory of my life is my parents fighting and my mom being really upset and i remember the helpless feeling lingering on (cause she’d just look at me and cry when i’d ask her what’s wrong) when i enter the void, i’m not saying i want the perfect parents but just parents that are sort of easy to be around. I really am not my actual self around them. I’m always holding my breath around them. I have accepted the fact that i’m not gonna be one of those kids that have a close and emotionally safe connection w their parents. It’s okay. I just don’t want to feel the need like i’m constantly walking on eggshells around them and my mom to be more independent. These are the tweaks i think you were referring to? i wasn’t thinking about this aspect a lot but i guess during the day, i still have this thought at the back of my mind and maybe that’s why you picked it up?

ALSO TRIGGER WARNING: SA!!

idk if it was this but i was assaulted as a child by one of the family members and i was in two minds if i should revise it! i was bitter for soooo long. Hated men, i even stopped listening to male artists for a while. (it’s so weird but the aftermath of what happened to me as a child is showing up now as an adult) but i am done w all of that. I have made my peace with it and as much as i hate how cliche this is gonna sound but the kind of person i have turned out to be, i wouldn’t want to change it just to be “perfect” so i won’t be revising it. I’m sorry if this upset you or anyone.

I hope i can enter the void soon and share my success story with you (please send good energy my way lol, it’s just the thought that counts really🤭🫶🏼)

Big big love to anyone and everyone reading this and going through just about anything in life. If it’s great then i only hope it’s greater for you and if it’s going absolutely shite then i hope it gets less shittier by the second.

and lastly, i think you are really really good! i would love to support your work (when i can afford it) for real! i have never had such a crazy accurate reading before. So thank you🥹 Hope you’re doing good!!!

hii shiv!!! i’m soooo happy ur reading was accurate n resonated a lot!!

when i first typed the word ‘void’ i saw it as a purple colour, vende why it’s purple in ur reading, then as i went on, the more i thought, he more pink it became. i’m pretty sure i got a visual of it too — it’s so pretty <3 like seriously, if u see me in ur void, im just looking!!!

and with ur sa, there may be something you’re still holding onto with that, or some cleansing that should to be done in ur sacral chakra. as someone who went through something similar, literally js imagining good sexual experiences with someone u love helps…. like a lot 😭😭

and i’m always sending positive energy to everyone i get readings too!! i trust n believe u will enter the void soon and it’s gonna be HELLA fun for u <3 i love u sm!!! have fun!! <3

#abyss .reviews #void state #manifesation #manifesting #manifestations #manifestation #law of manifestation #manifest

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a-mag-a-day · 1 year

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MAG 86 - apple cutting while watching my spouse play Ghosts of Tsushima

Tim really isn't good at this XD

TIM "Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end. How he tried to hide. He couldn’t." - Did I mention anywhere in these last few episodes that I love the inescapability in TMA? ^^

TIM "It’s not you. It’s his fault. He didn’t warn you properly" - I'm sorry to say that I started to properly dislike Tim in this season. I knoooow, his mental health is super low, but it's not the job of others to let themselves be treated by Tim however he wants. Tim has every right to be pissed off at Jon for stalking him. But blaming everybody else for things they had no hand in doing is just unfair. Stop it. Get some help.

TIM "Wait. Tell me about the two Sashas." - T_T

Yeah, like I said. I know Tim's at the end of… everything. It IS super sad. But the way he's handling it I wouldn't stay near him for the sake my own health.

So, how do you make a clap marker visible on magnetic tape?

I have a nightlight since I was I don't know how old, 10? Maybe even younger… My mum bought salt lamps for me and my sister. Still have it (I'm 32….). I want to be able to see the spiders at night.

"I’ve heard that being exposed to the source of your terror over and over again can help break its power over you, numb you to it, but in my experience it just teaches you to hide from it." - Yeah, I'm not big on exposure therapy either. It's cruel.

"and there was this rancid smell pervading the place" / "The rancid odour that I’d caught wind of outside was stronger in here" / "It looked like a large, wet bag, glistening and slick, with a dark liquid that oozed from it onto the floor." / "with whatever gross liquid had soaked into that thick fabric." / "And as I stood there, in utter horror, the growing pool of dark liquid touched the tip of my shoe. That’s it. That’s the moment that I believe it started for me." - The idea of this dark, foul smelling fluid being a thing of darkness is so unique! I mean, water can be dark, but usually it takes a certain depth where light won't reach down anymore. And this wouldn't explain the smell.

17:15 "I could see them flicking out and spasming wildly", right after "spasming" sound of something brushing some equipment.

"Fear had given way to routine." - That recurring theme of becoming used to fear <3

"And it said, 'The blanket never did anything.'" - Oh yes, I got goosebumps! It don't find that statement particularly scary since we got a description of the monster. But the way to music spikes and Lydia's absolute banger performance of a creepy, hissing whisper makes this particular line just sooooo good!

"and pictures of the guy emerging topless from waterfalls. Hmm, wasn’t bad-looking," - Did Martin put those photos in the file ¬‿¬

Throwing the fact of Melanie being overly skeptic onto the "Jon and Melanie are similar" pile XD

MELANIE "W– I mean, it’s not… it’s not like you’ve got any reason to kill me." JON '[NON-COMMITTAL SOUND]' MELANIE "Fine." - Lol.

Petition to get s3 Tim therapy?

Also I am in agreement, Lydia’s performance is absolutely amazing here.

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mag 86 #lycanlovingvampyre #mod elian

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toinfinitywinning · 3 months

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Moments and massive revelations —the really special realm of Hell.

Stubbornness. Pain. Lament. Jealousy. No Confidence but w/ a good selfie smile b/c ur Dog can’t take pictures, & no stick b/c u Def picked the wrong one or something. I say similar thoughts a lot…and w/ teardrops on my guitar …so I’m paying close attention. This stuff is dangersome.

Okay. I’ll just make a list.

Growth and learning during:

- humility. throw your Pride out the Door-you will need help.

- regardless of the wrong’s you righted before getting sick. They’re still achievements, but they’re not realized. So then you think was it worth it? Yes, but is it too much to ask to bask in it for just a bit? I mean I am talking multiple, major Life changes. Ha—here’s COVID-19. After that you better be in for the Long-Haul too ‘cuz…

- appreciation for the very minute of things we do in a Day. Getting the mail is difficult for me. Brushing my teeth —out of breath so have to incorporate breaks to breathe Right.

- there are more people Who care about you than you ever knew. It’s not just b/c you’re going through this, people just may be more Vocal. Makes complete sense but took me a bit to get there.

- you will want to throw something, scream into a pillow, drown in self pity —some of which you think you don’t deserve or are allowed. Do it anyway. Safely.

- some days u just gotta laugh. I mean fr b/c u can’t even cry. And things R absurd LOL

- regardless of your spiritual Life or beliefs. You’re gonna be angry at the God or State of mind supposed to save you and take it all away. Then realize that’s not at all the point. We’re not puppets. Think of how dull Life would be w/o the ecstasy from an achievement or how mundane if we didn’t have anything to have Faith in or Hope for or Love or forgive. That’s why we’re not born in Heaven maybe. We have to try first. I don’t want to be a Lazarus. I wanna fight. And we may never know an answer or reason to any of it. That’s gonna take a lifetime to settle b/c there is no rationality to be had.

- I do not mean this to pettifog. You actually do find out Who comes through for you. That old country song line.

- it’s possible to have a Good Day even full of Pain and Discomfort but u kinda have to make yourself and accept its potential consequence for participating.

- the little things aren’t little anymore. You envy people Who can do normal things. Things you used to do without a problem in the world.

- I’ve had to do a lot of fixing in my Life. This may not be perfectly fixed. We don’t have a Choice but to either live with it as a strength and inspiration or stay negative and pouty about what once was. Even tho you have every reason to.

- you will learn so much about yourself. So much. And most things I’ve learned have been new revelations. May have always been there but there to manifest as needed. It’s not all great but I’m not the same person just a few more grayish hairs.

- you will experience numbness. You can sit with it & pull your compression socks down for a bit, b/c this is something no one deserves. You just can’t live there.

- patience. You will never have to try harder. Hyper, hyper sensitivity.

- a journey to healing IF ever realized will be the hardest job you’ve ever had to do. More overtime than you can be paid. And u didn’t even interview. In a material result and no result world it’s disconcerting not to “get anything back”

- you’ll think back about previous hard times. How in that moment life was the worst it could ever be. How much time do u have lol. Next bad thing, ugh so much harder. And while all of this is very true, and all real, i will tell you that to know true strength is to come into any light possible while wielding off not just the physical, but all the emotions of the rainbow and mind. This even is a choice. People complimented you about your strength and are inspired by your determination to think u can. Girl were we wrong...you can make all the “Right” choices and healthy habits and still get punked over and over by Kevin McCalister. When I appreciate people now I try to take their “all” of them. Who are they in that moment. It is a different Life. And anyone else’s journey? Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to witness triumph b/c of how many obstacles went unseen. Yet they made it.

- the only person allowed to say “it could be worse” is you. Period. To be otherwise feels a bit like a competition. We, going through it, already know that. I have the same complaint when it feels like some people or orgs compete for who’s ‘wokest’? B/c if that’s why we’re / I’m doing how disingenuous.

- when words/phrases like holiday or vacation or lets Go out give you more Anxiety and worsen your Physical Health—that’s when you know your Life has done a 180. Especially if those were the times you lived for. This hard Truth and reality is one of the hardest for me. I already had Anxiety about unpacking after vacation before I packed in the first place but whether or not waiting until you really have to Go to the bathroom so u can (while you’re up) also get some water is just something I would have thought before as one of the dumbest things I’d ever heard. And how cruel is that knowing what I know and feel now.

- Life is not a give and take like we want it to be. If that were the Case I’m not positive we’d ever know what healing or getting better really means. Not only that—you may give more than any other, and nothing. You may see the best doctors and access to all the Meds and tests put forward. Nothing. Pretty soon things are hollow and harrowing. Kind of like the celebrities Who swear that money does not make you happy. It’s like a bandaid that doesn’t stay on in the shower, the ones at Doc offices u get after shots. With mickey on them.

- I think joy is like a preventative medicine. When you practice taking it, You save it up and changes you. Like any of my tattoos, there’s gotta be a story there or something meaningful even if your answer starts off, “well spring break senior year we were…’ you get it. Hangover 1-3 movies. HappYness fleets around. More drug like. Addictive really. Impulsive. Every big chain company’s biggest threat if they can get us hooked. You just got swindled. Ha and to Go a bit more political—people know this scheme is pyramid like and use sneaky ways to have Power over you. Goodness I’m not trying to make this sound like a happy cult but there’s just Def a difference.

- you are exhausted mind body and Soul and regardless of consequence you have to choose some times to be present b/c for me I don’t want to Miss out on vacations and holiday’s. But it is an hourly debate. But I can’t just sit there every significant interaction.

- you’re tired. You’ve been strong, resilient, ppl tell you and u appreciate it. But I get tired of having to stay strong. It’s just so overwhelming and for me especially b/c “I can do it alone.” I’ve failed at that a few times.

- you’ll notice things you never have before. Suddenly they mean something like whether u can drive to get Food.

- being a bit redundant but part of stewardship on my End is allowing the help. Someone WANTS to do something for you for THEIR spiritual needs. Not in a vain type of Way. Let them. We’ve all been on the other side.

- you will experience a full range of emotions. Address them separately. Ppl still might look up to you.

- you’ll wanna give up. Don’t. Maybe your continuing going on is the stewardship someone recognizes in themselves. Idk. Pay it forward?

- lastly. YOU don’t KNOW everything. Karma could very well be your best friend, but that line of thinking is non productive and will only take u so far before you’re complaining re something else. B/c regardless of what I’ve done, —and given its timing you learn a karma hostage relationship is something easier holding on to than facing it. Just deflect.

That’s okay. When ready move on to the New Testament. I’m not fully there. But, I have to think the puppet analogy doesn’t apply here too. Shit happens. Ask that dude running with Forrest with a tshirt company dream that died and some dog shizz. Just control what you can. Easier said than done. Thats why when we do overcome—it means more. It’s engrained. Forever inevitable if you can continue to separate the wheat from the chaff. Card Game of Bullshit.

- ppl at some point think you’re being dramatic and begging for attention as if any more attention is what would heal us

- comments like you look Good or sound fine fall deaf. Well So do ppl Right before they kill themselves. Anymore how u look doesn’t have Shit of a correlation

- you’ll get on ppl’s nerves

- you’ll be resented and questioned how sick u really are. Trust me faking —that’s the last Fucking thing on our minds.

- I don’t need to explain anything

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my brother in christ how do you render

in all seriousness tho if ur ok w it, i would appreciate tips or anything like that cause i feel like im rendering wrong lol

ok this might be lengthy but heres everything i do;

so first of all I use my sketches as the lineart mostly because I will cover it up when I fully redner, I always clean it up and make sure the proportions are correct

after putting down the base colors i put on a multiply layer on top of them this one will be for shading (all these steps will still be under the sketch/lineart) so first of all establish where your light will be coming from and put down your shadows (on hair, skin, add blushing and stuff, clothes shading)

and then I add another multiply layer and put down a solid color, depending on how cool or warm you want your drawing to look in the end

so for a warm effect I mostly use: maroon, brown, sepia or like a very muted shade of orange (if you make the color too vibrant it might give you really saturated results) for cool effects I’d use: dark blue, lilac, pink (or if u want to experiment with any color, why not?)

and then make sure to lower the opacity of the solid multiply color layer so the base colors can still be recognizable

on top of the solid multiply layer add an overlay layer. This layer will be for light. This part might he tricky, if you do not choose the right color it might clash with everything you have so far. You must make sure where your light is coming from. If you want to see more of how lighting works, I suggest looking up 3 point lighting set up. (its mostly for film purposes but it will help you recognize how light works from observing these videos)

For the warm lighting again; I choose either a pastel yellow, or pastel orange. White makes the colors you laid out before lose value.

Cool lighting: If you want it to look natural: also yellow, sometimes a pastel orange. If you want the drawing to have a more sci-fi finishing look you should pick neon colors like pink, green, turquoise

and finally, you will put one last (or however many) layer/s on top of the lineart layer. For this step I usually use brushes that have a pencil/crayon texture just because I like how it looks. (In procreate I use the 6B pencil, its on procreate by default)

for this step, you should try to cover the flaws of your sketch by picking colors that you already have on the drawing.

For example when I want something to pop out more than the rest I will pick (with eyedrop tool) the brightest color I can see on the drawing and create lines that look natural, like if I draw clothes, I put small lines that make them look fuzzy sometimes, Or make strands of hair pop up from the rest to make it look more natural or casual.

this is a speedpaint process

if theres anything else lmk ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

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uravichii · 3 years

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shinsou hitoshi's more than happy to look after your cat while you're away.

he likes to converse with your catー not as in, "meow meow," more like, "pretty dull around here without y/n, huh?" he responds when it meows back, fondly stroking its fur, "yeah, i know. i miss them too."

when you ask him how they're doing over text, he'll send you photos like these:

with the last one captioned with "your cat's starting to act like u lol"

he also brought 2 more pieces of clothing for your cat, and he's shopping online for more while you're gone

when you ask for more photos, he sends you a video of your cat pouncing on his binding cloth, and your heart melts when you hear him softly chuckling in the background.

later he sends another photo, and it's your cat with a bow on its head. it takes you a whole minute to realize the bow's the binding cloth too. 💀 was he strictly told not to use it for anything other than fighting? yes. would aizawa mind if it's for accessorizing a cat? yes. 🗿 he'd want to ask for the pictures tho

overall, hitoshi would be amazing with your cat while you're awayー enough to make you worry that your own pet would start recognizing your boyfriend as its new owner and forget about you ☹ still, you love them both to death, and it's adorable to see them being best friends.

additional headcanons!

when you're cuddling with hitoshi and your cat walks by, it's a silent competition of whose lap or chest your cat decides to lie on

you also act a lot like a married coupleー your spoiled child being your cat of course. 🤩

he doesn't let you clean the litterbox when he's there, and he never lets you trim the cat's claws tooー even if your cat's not that aggressive, hitoshi won't risk seeing you with claw marks.

there was also this incident. (def not inspired by my own experience lmaolmao)

after hours of cuddling with your boyfriend (and your cat), you plant a kiss on hitoshi's temple as you finally get on your feet.

"y/n, wait. stay right there." you comply.

he starts brushing cat fur off the rear of your pants with his palm, and you look back at him like, 😨⁉️

he didn't mean to but he did it so aggressively it felt like he was slapping your ass 💀 and even asked nicely before doing it 😭

you had to reassure him that it's fine and he didn't mean it bc he just felt so bad and was ready to throw himself out of your house 😔

hitoshi's homescreen is a photo of you and your cat taking a nap together <3

yours is a photo of him with a dorky smile plastered on his face bc your cat was sleeping on his chest :)

another form of 'i love you' to hitoshi would be saying 'our cat' instead of 'my cat'

when your relationship starts getting more serious, he'll adopt another kitten with you, and you'll start acting even more like a married couple

when he sees you cradling one of the cats, the other one on his lap as usual, he thinks to himself, 'mhm, this is the life 🥰'

there'll also be a lot of, "seriously, hitoshi? in front of the cats?" and "y/n, the cats are watching."

that's either when you're having a light argument with hitoshi while the cats are around.

or you and hitoshi starting to have a steamy session w the cats just staring at you two like 👁〰️👁

note: no, idk what this is 🧍‍♀ i hate that this post is not even queued 😭 i reinstalled the app to write this bc i thought i'd only write a sentence or two idk what happened :,)

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also tagging : @veenxys !! bc ik u have a very adorable cat n u love shinsou :> hope you're ok with me tagging u tho hehe <3

join my taglist!

#this is self-indulgent btw goodbye #i just love men being soft w cats 😭#if u think this is ooc you are probably right but shut up n leave me alone <3 /j #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x y/n #shinsou hitoshi x you #shinsou x you

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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Damian Wayne || Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love 🍃

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

When Love said, “Fool, can looks thy wishes crown? // Time past comes not again.” –Stolen Pleasure || W. Drummond

↠ A love story as told through kisses…

↠ Requested By: Nobody, I just had an ~i d e a~, Mr. Krabs ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff, with a teeny-tiny sprinkle of angst. ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs for mentions of a grave and bloody injury (Damian receiving, unsurprisingly); it’s not super graphic, just a brief mention of blood, really, but still… But don’t worry tho, nobody’s getting dead, not on my watch lol… ↠ As with every x Reader fic I write for him, Damian is a full ass adult (i.e. 18 or older) here. ↠ Betas? Lmao, nah. ↠ Total WC: 3k~ ((after my edits it is no longer exactly 3k and that makes me unreasonably sad lmao))

Seasonal depression (which can totally go choke on a dick, btw) has made writing more chore than fun these past couple of weeks, but I’m slowly shaking it off. Posts’ll probably still be sporadic, but hey—I’m trying lol.

Anyways!

Here, have some cute Dami fluff. This shit’s good for the soul, I swear.

My crops? Watered. Edges? Laid. Bills? Paid.

He’s got the power~ lmao…

🍃 First Kiss

Practice Makes Perfect || WC: 400~

“I… I do not–”

Damian lets out a short, low grow the moment the word passes through his lips. I do not, I cannot—statements such as these have no place in his vocabulary, not when they’re being applied to himself, anyway. They smack of incompetence, and he’s always hated the thought of being less than in any arena.

And yet standing here before you now, hands slick with a light sheen of sweat, heart racing, and face thoroughly flushed—none of which has been induced by something acceptable like training or his nightly duties—there’s a regrettably undeniable truth to this shameful admittance. And you certainly deserve the truth, not that he can tell you the whole of things at this juncture, but that only makes it all the more imperative that he gives you what he can now.

And so he takes a deep breath and tries again.

“I am sorry, beloved, but I am unfortunately bereft of experience with such matters.”

For your part you just give a breathy little laugh as you cup cheeks that are overly warm to the touch. “Hey, Dami, babe, that’s okay. No, really,” you insist when he cuts his eyes over at you with a grunt, “I, uhh… I’m more than happy to be your first.”

Your words leave you just as flustered as him, not that you weren’t before, but it’s a more apparent showing now. He can feel the slight tremble in your fingers where they curl against his skin, can see the nerves that turn the curve of your smile into something adorably uncertain, can almost swear he can hear your heart beating in time with the hummingbird pace of his own.

He has no idea if he’s likewise your first, but it doesn’t matter, not really, not when he plans on being the last person you ever kiss in this lifetime.

This resolve puts the steel back in his spine, and when he finally kisses you it’s everything you expect from Damian Wayne.

The first brush of his lips is tentative, not out of fear, but reverence. The gentle pressure lingers undemanding, with the hands that had moved to cradle your own brushing calloused thumbs over their backs. When he pulls away some odd seconds later he watches with thinly veiled amusement as a cute little lovesick grin slowly spreads across your face.

“That, um, that was really good—for a first attempt, I mean.” Your amendment leaves him rolling his eyes.

“Thank you, but I am sure that I can do better.”

“Oh?”

“Mm. Another attempt is in order, I think.”

“Well, practice does make perfect—or so the saying goes…”

🍃 One Hundredth Kiss

Something Worth Talking About || WC: ~1.2k

Life, Damian has found, is all about balance.

There are various proven scientific laws that talk about actions and reactions, cause and effect, so he’s very much aware of the principles as they stand. However, that does not mean that he appreciates the force in all its many forms—especially when it leads to having dozens upon dozens of cameras and microphones shoved into his face.

He is a Wayne, and the Waynes are an affluent family, and because of this the media—as well as the public at large—seems to think that that gives them some sort of right to his life.

Cause and effect, actions and reactions… Newton had claimed that, despite being opposite, the latter was supposed to be equal in proportion to the former, and yet the young man cannot help but to think that this isn’t at all an appropriate response to one’s net worth.

Your being beside him is yet another direct result of the family name. Naturally being his partner means enduring the plethora of events that various social obligations require him to attend—or it would if he’d not done everything in his power to keep you from being dragged into the more… unfortunately public (read: annoying) aspects of his life.

Despite his status he’s managed to keep that which is most important to him (i.e. you) away from the prying eyes and gaping maws of the press, always citing your safety as well as your peace of mind (nevermind his own) as the driving reasons. Vale, Ryder, and all their ilk are far too vicious of creatures for him to ever willingly allow them near someone so precious as you, but, vigilantism aside, experience has long since taught him that it is only ever a matter of time before that which is hidden comes to light—oftentimes with it kicking and screaming all the while. Such a scenario is not one that he wants either of you to endure any more than he wants the exposure, but unfortunately there’s little else for it.

What started as a potential eventuality has morphed into a looming inevitability that grows closer with every passing day, and is the sole reason that you both find yourselves in this rather undesirable situation.

The day itself is nice at least, being unusually sunny for mid-autumn Gotham, with a crisp breeze catching the lighter materials that some have chosen to garb themselves in for this affair. The shivering that inevitably accompanies such folly leaves him narrowing his eyes even as he silently sighs in resignation. That so many whom share his tax bracket choose fashion over function will never cease to amaze him, especially when they can have both, but such is the ‘privilege’ of wealth, he supposes. Their continued need to have all eyes on them is being put to good use this time around, at least.

This particular luncheon is Foundation hosted, and meant to raise funds for the latest disaster to strike the cursed city. It’s a common enough happening—both the tragedy and the outpouring of funds that ever follows—that the pomp is expected. Anyone who is supposedly worth talking about knows to make an appearance and drop a stack or two, so even if it were not hosted by the family, at least one Wayne would have to be in attendance. And when all things are considered, your making your debut as a couple will probably go over smoother at a more understated event such as this one.

When Damian had volunteered to be the family representative for the function it raised eyebrows and questions both, but everyone had been wise enough to keep the bulk of things behind their teeth—well, if you don’t count Grayson spraying anyone unfortunate enough to be across from him in a fine layer of whatever sugary swill he had been drinking in a reaction more fit for a slapstick comedy.

The pair of you have the well-wishes and prayers of the whole of the Wayne clan, and having been set upon nearly from the second you’d exited the escort vehicle you certainly need them. Thankfully all of the reporters’ inquiries are expected and thusly have been thoroughly prepared for, with that which is not being pointedly ignored. For his part Damian answers with the bland aplomb that he’s become famous for, while you bring your own flavor of charisma to the table. By the time you finally make it to the building’s entrance he’s sure that he’ll have any number of bruises on his hand from those occasions when your nerves had gotten the better of you, but overall you both manage to make it through the trying ordeal unscathed.

You let out a shaky sigh of a laugh as you do your best to ignore the cries of “Just one more picture of the beautiful couple, please!” and the like, and even in your clearly flustered state Damian cannot help but to think that you’re the most exquisite thing he’s ever had the honor of laying eyes on.

You’re a vision in your chosen ensemble, with the colors and cut of it accentuating that distinct brand of beauty that no one aside from you has ever been able to capture. With your pretty eyes blown wide, and lips slightly parted around a breath meant to steady there’s a certain delicacy about you, one that demands his attention, his protection. Even with the ever circling vultures that are the paparazzi at your backs and the whole of Gotham’s high society waiting for you just beyond the gilded doors he finds himself giving in to a desire that would usually go ignored until you’re both safely within the confines of some private space.

The kiss that he presses against the plush of your mouth is a sweet and gentle thing, one that gives everything but asks for so little in return. He half expects you to pull away, but you cannot seem to stop yourself from melting into the ministration, with your hand coming up to cradle the one that cups your cheek. The pair of you linger with closed eyes, shutting out the world that wants far more than its due in lieu of drinking from the well of your shared love. When you finally, reluctantly, pull apart it’s as if the bubble that you’d created for yourselves bursts, and the universe in all its inherent chaos once again makes itself known with a clamor. Unsurprisingly the cameras’ caught the whole of the brief display, and their owners have been left frenzied because of it.

The breath that you take this time is just as unsteady as the last, though you don’t seem nearly as shaken as before despite the heat he can feel against his palm. Your lips pull off into a small, shy smile as you ask, “Um, begging your pardon, sir, but what even was that?”

The man gives a half shrug as his hand drops, taking yours along with it in a tangle of fingers. “If they must talk, why not give them something worth talking about?”

🍃 Vigilante Kiss

Humanity, and Other Fragile Things || WC: 700~

|| One last CW for that bloody, life threatening injury I talked about…

You were never supposed to find out this way.

Damian had a plan, or at least the makings of one. There were still certain kinks that definitely needed to be worked out, contingencies to be made should you prove to be less than accepting of his nightly activities, and answers that he needed to be able to provide when you inevitably asked their corresponding questions. And that is saying nothing about the risks involved. If it were just his own safety on the line he would not be nearly so wary, but it is not just him—it is him, and you, and everybody else that he holds dear in this unfairly dangerous and spiteful world…

So yes, he has naturally put a fair bit of thought into how to reveal his vigilante persona to you, but never once in all of the eventualities that he has contemplated did he ever think he’d be doing so while nearly at death’s door.

Thinking on it now, it really should have made the list of possibilities. Were he the man that he was before meeting you he would’ve blamed hubris—that all-consuming belief that he was untouchable, his skills beyond reproach and more than enough to fell anyone foolhardy enough to stand against him—but loving you has long since shown him that he is indeed human and thusly fallible. And from that fallibility a different type of delusion was born, one that would not allow him to entertain the thought of a world in which the two of you did not exist concurrently.

Reality, however, clearly has decreed it so.

This is why he lifts his hand away from the wound that oozes blood in time with the ever slowing beat of his heart, uncaring of the way the warm, vicious liquid smears across his face as he peels the domino away from his eyes. The recognition that dawns in your own is a brief flash, a comet’s streak across an otherwise overcast sky that’s instantly eclipsed by an all-consuming dread. Your cries of “No-no-NO!” do not cease, but rather decrease in volume as he beckons you closer to whisper the refrain that has been repeating in his head since his injury had taken him to his knees all those minutes—Seconds? Hours?—ago:

“I love you, my darling. Please live, and do not dwell—if not for you, then for me. Please.”

It takes a fair bit of effort to utter the deceptively short declaration turned plea, and more still to bring his lips up to meet yours in what he’s sure will be his parting kiss…

But despite the improbability of it all, it would seem as if the universe has deemed its quota of suffering filled, if only for tonight.

He knows that it cannot be the result of some cosmic absolution. The things that he has done, the atrocities gleefully committed before he knew to feel shame—contempt, for both himself and those who set him about those horrid tasks—will never be blotted out no matter how many nights he gives over to his commission. But you… He can certainly see a scenario where whatever governing forces there are out there look far more kindly on a person like you. You’ve always been his better half in truth, radiating kindness and warmth and all things good and wondrous. Balance is usually the order of the day, but he fully believes that someone like you has the ability to turn even the most concrete of laws on their head.

In truth this is the only explanation that he can find for his waking up in the Cave’s medbay instead of whatever void or otherly dimension it is that awaits a being such as he once death finally has its due.

But in the end the whys matter little, he supposes. What’s truly important is the fact that he is here, with you—beautiful, perfect you—and that you’re both very much alive and well enough. His physical injuries will take time to heal, and the shared psychological wound longer still. Neither process will be especially pleasant to endure, but he’s more than willing to whether all of this and more if it means he gets to share a hundred thousand more kisses, and the lifetime that inevitably accompanies them, with you.

🍃 Forever Kiss

(Let Me Be) Selfish || WC: 600~

This is beyond foolish, Damian thinks, to be jealous of my own damned dog–

–and yet here he is, looking on as you and Titus both roll about on the floor like you’re barely even half your actual ages.

The Great Dane soon gives up on trying to wrestle the rope toy out of your hand, choosing instead to go straight for the source. He settles the whole of his heft onto your torso as he attacks you with a flurry of doggy kisses, and you squeal loudly, the sound somewhat choked by the laughs that are still pouring forth from your throat. You redirect the canine’s head with a deft precision, easily rolling him off of you before rising to your knees and giving him a few solid pats. You coo out a string of gibbered praise as you cup his face and scratch around his jowls, and Titus being the spoiled (and treacherous) beast that he is revels in your affections with contented pants and a lolling tongue.

Normally such a sight would leave Damian’s heart feeling overly full—and in truth it does, even now, when he is in the thick of his own admittedly childish feelings—but given how little you’ve seen of each other lately, well…

Is it really so wrong for him to want the whole of your attention focused solely on him? That he does not want to share you, with anyone or anything, anytime soon?

He doesn’t think so, but even if it is he honestly cannot bring himself to care overmuch. He has always been a bit selfish when it comes to the things that he holds dearest, and you?

To call you a prized possession would be a disservice of the highest order. You are not a thing to be obtained and hidden away, and to reduce you to such would be a sin beyond repentance. You’re so much more than what words could ever hope to convey, though the one that he finds to be closest to the mark is simply love.

You are love.

Love at its very core, the essence of the sentiment, and the fullness thereof. You embody every hallmark of the feeling in excess, an almost superfluous showing, but no—there can be no real waste when it comes to such matters. And that you share all of this with him so willingly…

No, he really does not think that he’s at fault for wanting to hoard your affections away.

And so he enters the fray, bringing the hound to heel even as he pulls you to your feet. There’s a glow about you brought on from the brief bit of play, one that leaves your eyes shining and your cheeks warm under his calloused palms. It doesn’t take long for his desire to be mirrored on your face, with the smile you’d been giving him turning into a bitten lip and your gaze growing heady under heavy lids. You both give in to the magnetic-like pull of attraction as your lips meet with a sigh.

His greed, need, sees Damian licking into your mouth just as soon as he’s able. Tongues tangle and glide while lips suckle and part around sounds of pleasure that neither of you could ever hope to contain. It is only when your lungs make their own needs known that the pair of you finally part. The hands that had long since wandered to your waist pull you in closer as he moves to brace his forehead against yours. As he listens to the little lovesick giggles that sound in between the soft pants of your breath, reveling in the way it all breaks against his skin to spread warmth throughout the whole of his being, he knows.

This is what he wants, these bastions of reprieve and all the storms that surround them, with you, forever…

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Hello! I just found your blog and I've just fallen in love w/ur art! I've always wanted to have a more paint/textured digital style but I feel like I'm too nervous to experiment with brushes/color. Do you have any tips? Also unsure if this has been asked before but how long does a piece usually take? And do you have and tutorials/artists you recommend!

💜have a good day!

Thank you so much <3 Sorry for a late answer but I didnt want to rush answering these questions. It got a little bit long and do keep in mind all of these are my opinions and things I figured out on my own so here you go

I'd say my number one tip for painting is to stop blending so much. When I started painting I wanted everything to be blended as much as possible but I find those sharp edges of colors to be way more interesting to look at and help the eye distinguish elements quicker.

If I want a softer transition of colors I will put them next to each other and blend them so I can get the color between them, then paint over the blended portion with that color, try to not make it just a line after line of colors tho

Here you can see the light parts are just a line of darker and darker colors (still I tried to vary the shape a little bit) but the shading on the chest is more varied and I use not only the transitional colors but change the hue a little bit as well so its more interesting to look at. My rule of thumb for the amount of colors I use for transitions is that I think if it's a hard or a soft shadow, if the light is a very contrasting color, you can make bigger jumps between colors and then as you aproach the darkest parts let the hue and lightness change happen slower.

.Also I use a lot and I mean A LOT of blending modes, if it's hard for you to change the hue very suddenly when painting, just paint the thing like it would be in a very soft netural lighting and then throw a bunch of colors and blending modes at it until you like it. I like to go over parts of my paintings with just a random assortments of shapes and colors that look somewhat plesant together and see how it looks with different blending modes, if I like something I will copy the original layer, merge it with the blending layer and do that a couple of times until I like the results. It's hard to explain how to do that properly tho, it's just something I learned how to use effectively by using it contantly.

Also this back and forth of changing things make my painting process a little bit slow, I'd say on avarage it takes me something like 6h to finish one art piece. It very much depends on the flow I have so I try not to get too attached to any piece of painting or colors etc so I dont feel bad when I go back and change things later.

I dont really use tutorials, my brain is very bad at learning by listening or reading, one exception being tb skyen's legends of runterra card reviews videos I know it's weird I dont even like lol and theyre very long but theres a lot of really good art there and him showing how composition works in them really helped me. I also try to collect art I like in my twitter likes and when I start a new piece I will go through them and see what elements inspire me, what painting techniques or color combos are interesting etc. Theres also a bunch of artstation accounts I look at when looking for inpiration, some of them being Aleksander Rostov, Ismail Inceoglu, Julia Zhuravleva and Dominik Mayer

Hope this was useful, I went on a little bit of a rable there and I'm not sure if it makes sense, sorry :p

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Los Guardianes | Part V [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

Ok, I promise there's a comedown from all the adrenaline after this! And very soon we will see characters other than Cristóbal lol.

Warnings: mentions of blood, drugs, and domestic violence; police interactions; language | Words: 1,900+

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Part IV of Los Guardianes

As you thundered down the alley, you glanced over at a wailing Cristóbal, splashes of crimson quickly drying across his arms and t-shirt from where you had carried him.

“It’s gonna be ok, Cristóbal, alright? I promise. Just hang tight,” you shouted over the strained whining of the engine. He quieted, shaking violently in his seat, but you turned your attention back towards the road, quickly reaching the end of the alley. You made a sharp right, having no idea where to go, but hoping to find a main street quickly.

Luck appeared to be on your side. You kept your eye on the rearview, but you didn’t see anyone behind you yet. You came up on a main street, mostly empty of traffic, and made a sharp left, immediately flooring the accelerator again. Your eyes flickered to passing signs, looking for anything you recognized.

“Fuck!” you growled, squeezing the steering wheel as you passed a sign for the Sun Bowl, panic rising in your chest as you realized you were in El Paso, Texas. You had no idea how you were going to get all the way back to California without getting caught, either by your kidnappers or by police, although at this point, you would have preferred the police. But you also had plenty of experience with dirty cops, and if your kidnappers had brought you here, of all places, it seemed likely that the police would be in their pockets.

You whipped past a sign for I-10 northbound and made for the onramp, revving the engine to merge into traffic. You darted immediately into the fast lane. Traffic was relatively light, but you hadn’t yet decided if that was good or bad. Your eyes flicked keenly between the road in front of you, your odometer, and the traffic behind you, watching for signs of a tail. It seemed like you were clear for the time being, but you hesitated to get too comfortable. It wouldn’t be long before the shattered back window drew some kind of attention.

Taking stock of your surroundings, you realized you had an almost full tank of gas. You wouldn’t be able to make it all the way back to Santo Padre on one tank, and you had no idea how you were going to pay for another. But you relegated that to the back of your mind, a concern for later. There was a balled-up hoodie in the backseat, and you stared blankly at the rosary swinging from the rearview. The glove compartment was empty.

Your eyes tracked the nearest freeway sign, realizing I-10 would take you into New Mexico. From there, you could head towards Phoenix. You didn’t love the idea of staying on a major freeway for so long, but it was the quickest way to get where you were going. From just south of Phoenix, you could take smaller highways towards home, and that suited you better. But the feeling of being chased propelled you forward; you were constantly pushing the odometer and scanning of your surroundings.

You reached New Mexico without a problem, but without a solid plan in place, you sped through it. As you careened down the highway towards an empty desert horizon, you heard Cristóbal’s breathing begin to calm. There was no chance of your pulse slowing or your body settling; you sat on the edge of the driver's seat, your thighs and core constantly clenched, ready for hell when it came.

Around two hours after you left El Paso, you were rapidly approaching Deming, New Mexico, and by then your brain was shouting at you to stop. You wanted to try to find a gas station to get yourself and Cristóbal cleaned up, in case you did get pulled over. You also wanted to check the trunk. While you had certainly been making good time, a sneaking suspicion nagged at you, one that questioned why no one had come after you or appeared to have reported the car stolen.

On the far edge of Deming, once you had passed through the center of the city, you followed signs for a gas station that looked, from the highway, to be mostly empty, in the middle of an empty stretch of commercial buildings and vacant lots. You guided the car towards the back of the gas station lot, behind the building, where you breathed a sigh of relief that there were bathrooms on the exterior of the building. You pulled into a parking space and only once you had scanned your surroundings did you get out. You went around to the passenger side door and guided Cristóbal out, grabbing the hoodie from the backseat.

The lock on the bathroom door was broken, so you pushed your way in, gagging a little at the stench. The sink was filthy, but the water ran clear, and you quickly rinsed your skin, watching the pink-tinged water swirl down the drain. Flashes of the man you killed flickered behind your eyes whenever you closed them, bile rising in your throat. The gnawing in your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t eaten in almost 24 hours. The adrenaline had kept the hunger at bay, but suddenly you were so hungry you felt nauseous. You helped Cristóbal wash his face and hands, then pulled the hoodie over your soiled shirt, zipping it all the way up.

Back at the car, you popped the trunk and your mouth fell open.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned. Six bricks of cocaine were packed into the back of the small trunk, along with a duffel bag. You supposed that was why no one had reported the car stolen. It made you feel a little better that the cops wouldn’t necessarily be looking for you, but if you did get pulled over, you’d be fucked. You dug through the duffel bag, finding it full of clothes, and your heart lifted when your fingers skimmed smooth leather. You pulled out a black leather wallet, flipping it over in your hands. There was no ID, but there was a singular twenty dollar bill in it, and that would have to do.

Cash in hand, you tugged Cristóbal into the gas station store with you, grabbing a couple of protein bars and a large bottle of water, wanting to hang on to enough money for gas down the road.

You planned to dispose of the cocaine out in the middle of the desert, so you hightailed it out of Deming. A little less than an hour later, you took a tiny offramp and followed a deserted road past a dilapidated gas station out into the barren desert. You pulled the car off into the dirt, sending a cloud of dust up around you.

“Wait in the car,” you told Cristóbal gently, who nodded at you with wide eyes.

Pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over your hands, you dumped the clothes out of the duffel bag and packed the drugs into it, zipping it up. Careful not to touch anything with your bare hands, you slung it over your shoulder and hauled it towards a thick patch of scrub brush several yards from the road. Dropping the bag behind a clump of brush and prickly pear cacti, you booked it back towards the car, heading immediately back towards the highway.

You were approaching Gila Bend in Arizona as dusk gathered over the skyline. You had already gotten off of I-10 and onto the smaller highway that would take you to Yuma. From there it would be an easy drive to Santo Padre, one you had even made before. You had every intention of driving through the night, desperation fluttering in your heart at the thought of home. You were hungry again, and you could hear Cristóbal’s stomach grumbling from the passenger seat, but you were dangerously low on gas.

Pulling into a small gas station in Gila Bend, you went inside the store to pay, bringing Cristóbal with you. When you came back out, your breath hitched in your throat and you froze. A police officer was standing beside the car, inspecting the shattered back window. Flashbacks flooded your brain and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force them out. Through the rapid swirling in your mind, you felt Cristóbal squeezing your hand hard, the touch pulling you out of your trance. Immediately, your mind went into overdrive, laying out a plan.

You approached the car, schooling your features into a timid expression.

The burly, dark-haired officer looked up curiously at your approach, and you caught the slightest softening in his eyes as he studied you and the child clinging to you. He looked young and green, fresh on the job, and you wanted to use that to your favor.

“Good evening, ma’am,” he said, hands authoritative on his hips.

“Evening,” you murmured, dropping your gaze meekly.

“You know it’s illegal to drive with a busted window?” he asked sternly.

You let all of the stress of the last couple of days pour into your brain, breaking the dam behind your eyes. Tears tumbled freely over your cheeks as you looked back up at him and he startled slightly at the sight.

“I’m so sorry, officer,” you sniffled. “My son and I, w–we came from El Paso, trying to get away from my husband. He smashed it as we were leaving. I’m just trying to get us to California so we can stay with my brother.” Your voice caught on a sob, cracking on the last syllable.

The officer’s stance softened and your heart lifted just slightly. His inexperience was showing.

“Who is this car registered to?” he asked.

Your chest tightened as you prayed he wouldn’t run plates or ask to see documentation. “It’s mine, sir,” you whispered, meeting his eyes with your most sorrowful look. “He just didn’t like that we were leaving.” You hoped that you looked wretched enough to prevent him from asking too many questions.

The officer pursed his lips, his thumb lightly tapping his utility belt. “Where you headed to in California, ma’am?” he asked.

“Palm Desert,” you lied smoothly, letting your lower lip tremble for good measure. “I have family there, sir.”

The officer hesitated as he considered what to do next. “And you’ll be safe there?” he asked. “Does your husband know where you’re headed?”

“Probably, sir. Th–they’re the only family I have. But they’re going to help me file a protective order against him. And... start the divorce process,” you mumbled, shuffling your feet in the dirt. You felt a quick pang in your heart as you said the words, ones that weren’t too far from true in another time.

Perhaps sensing that it was a good time to lay it on thick, Cristóbal tugged on your hand. As you glanced down at him, he reached his arms up and you pulled his weary form into your arms, depositing him on your hip.

The officer studied the pair of you intently, then sighed. “Alright. I’m not going to write you a ticket, but once you get to Palm Desert, you need to get that window fixed, do you understand me?”

You nodded fervently. “Thank you – officer, thank you so much,” you stammered, hugging Cristóbal tight. The officer tipped his hat and turned on his heel, making his way towards his police cruiser. Your body felt limp as the rush wore off yet again. Your mind reeled, pushing the limits of what you could handle without sleep. You needed to get home, and soon.

You slid into the driver’s side seat and slid Cristóbal over, helping him buckle his seatbelt.

Praying for an uneventful last leg of your journey, you pulled away from the fluorescent lights of the gas station, headed yet again towards the moonlit horizon.

Part VI of Los Guardianes

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