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hopelesslyromanticgay · 11 months

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An Americano, Please? Part 3

Word count: 1.3K A/N: Just an FYI, I don't usually upload twice a day, I just felt particularly inspired today. As always, italics in quotation marks signify the speaking is using romanian dialect.

Y/N's POV:

I gotta admit. It hurt when Jenna didn't send me a text immediately. It's been two days, and still nothing.

Maybe it was a meaningless banter. Oh well. I guess I just really thought something could come out of it.

"What are you sulking about?" Nessa asks me one day after our shift.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just a little sad because I didn't get a text from someone," I explain, "It's not like she owed me a text or anything, but I don't have to be ecstatic over the fact that she hasn't done so."

"Oh my god, you're into the American one," Nessa exclaims, "I knew it! I mean, she's gorgeous. Like if I were into girls I would definitely be into her." I take a sip of my cortado (half espresso, half milk) as I listen.

"Well in any case, she's probably not interested."

"Stop sulking, Y/N," Nessa scolds me, "Let's do something fun. Gotta get your mind off of this girl."

Since our shift just ended, and we have a whole afternoon ahead of us, Nessa and I take her car to Predeal, the closest thing to a modern city we have around here.

It's about seven miles, so about twenty minute drive. The town's mostly filled with ski resorts, but there's a few fun places to shop.

A great deal of the afternoon is spent sitting outside a store judging the tourists.

"Oh my god she's probably saying something stupid like, 'I know it's winter but my husband will love this hawaiian T-shirt I bought in Romania,'" Nessa mimics the normal thought process of the typical tourist.

"This guy's even worse though," I stifle a laugh, mocking his actions.

After a thorough mockery of all of the Predeal tourists, we head back to our town, content with our afternoon.

I still haven't stopped thinking about Jenna, though. I wish I could have gotten to know her better. It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk to in English.

All I can do is hope that she comes back to the shop. Even then though, she probably won't want much to do with me.

Nessa drops me off at my apartment, waving goodbye. Almost instantly, I shed my winter coat, relieved by the warmth of the building.

The first thing I do is turn on the TV and open Netflix. A new baking show just dropped, and I'm not the type to turn down new entertainment.

The show turns out to be a combination of baking and engineering. It seems cool, but it's hard to tell from the first episode.

My phone lights up with a bright reminder Remember to feed Cupid!

Sighing, I get up from the couch and grab my fish flakes.

Cupid is my purple betta fish. She's about a year old and as of yet hasn't had too many health issues, which is super lucky for both of us. She's at the point where she recognizes my face. So when I go up to the tank, fish feed in hand, she eagerly swims up to the glass.

"Hey Cupid," I laugh, sprinkling some food into the tank.

After feeding her, I head back to the couch, where I continue watching my cooking show. Before I know it, I'm five episodes in and the sun is starting to set. I look out of the window, trying to gauge the temperature and weather condition.

It's a fairly clear twilight right now. There's a good chance I'll get to see stars tonight. Actually, I've decided I will see stars tonight.

I don my winter coat and make my way down the apartment complex stairs. One of the perks of not living in a huge city is that I can see the night sky beautifully.

One of my favorite places in town is on the outer edges of it. At this point, all of the buildings are housing, be it apartments or actual houses. The long stretches of pavement are perfect for strolling down while admiring the night.

Not a lot of people choose to come out here late at night, which is honestly their loss. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm super into nature and the great outdoors, but when I am outside, I can find an appreciation for my surroundings.

So that's how I found myself strolling the streets of Bușteni Romania, not looking at the cement in front of me.

BAM! I find myself crashing into another person, almost knocking both of us over.

"Fuck, I am so sorry," I find myself defaulting to english, "I- I mean, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"Y/N?" A familiar voice asks.

"Jenna?" It may be dark, but I can just barely see the details of her face. God I hope she's not mad.

"Yep, it's me," I hear her faintly laugh.

"Are you okay? I almost knocked you over."

"I'm okay, just a little rattled."

"Sorry for that again," I apologize, "I should have been watching where I was going."

"You could make it up to me by walking me to my apartment?" she offers.

"I'd like nothing more," I laugh, linking my arm with hers and we start to walk.

"So, Y/N, tell me about yourself," she starts the conversation.

"Well, my name's Y/N L/N, I work at a coffee shop. I speak English and Romanian, which is useful for when people like you come to the shop."

"I know that stuff," she interrupts me, "what do you like to do outside of work?"

"You know, the normal things, be around the people I care about, watch shows, I read sometimes, listen to music, that kind of stuff. What about you?"

"Well for starters, I'm Jenna Ortega, I also love to read and listen to music," she tells me, "I also like to write though, I have like, twenty scripts and stories sitting in my FinalDraft™ folder."

"Damn, you must really like writing," I respond, "that's pretty awesome."

"I guess so," she shrugs.

"Have you ever considered publishing your work?" I ask.

"Yeah, I actually published a book called It's All Love," she answers proudly.

"That's like, the coolest thing anyone's said to me all day," I tell her.

"I guess I'm just a cool person," she jokes, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, only an arrogant person would say that."

"No, you have reason to say, it. You're a published author, the lead in a TV show, and fun to talk to. Don't discredit your own awesome-ness."

She laughs, "thanks for saying that."

"Sure thing."

"So, does your offer to take me around town sometime still stand?" she changes the subject.

"I'm a woman of my word, Jenna, if you still want a tour, you have my number," I remind her, trying to sound kind and cool at the same time. Which is kind of challenging.

"Oh my god, I forgot to text you, didn't I," she gasps, "I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I've just had so much going on." She starts to talk herself into a panic, "I have work for like, eight hours a day, plus cello lessons, plus german and fencing, it's just so much." If I had known how busy she was I never would have felt so hurt. That must be so overwhelming.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad about it." Which is true.

"That's such a relief," she exhales, "again, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, Jenna, it's okay. How about the next time you have a day off, we get in touch and I take you around town."

"Well, conveniently enough, my next day off is tomorrow, so how about I see you then?" she offers.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that," I smile, doing my best to hide how excited I am for this.

"Well this is my place," she announces, "thank you for walking me home."

"Anytime," I reply, sad to know the night is ending. She heads through the door to her apartment, leaving me to walk the short five minutes to my apartment alone.

As soon as I get home, I dash to my bedroom, putting on pyjamas and getting ready for bed. I'm tired from the day. At at the same time, I'm so happy I got to see Jenna. I'm so excited that she wants to see me again, maybe tomorrow! I can't wait to get to know her better.

My phone lights up with a text from a new number

+1 ***-***-****

Does 11 AM tomorrow work for you?

-Jenna

I smile, quickly texting back

Sure thing, see ya then :)

I can hardly wait.

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he-calls-me-kitten · 8 months

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Listen

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So like if u could do me a favor and like some vampire Satan content where it starts like really sweet and then he like he smells your blood and then it kind of just gets really really heated and sexy times happen

and it turns out that MC finds that they have a biting kink

Or whatever drabbles vampire of Satan, Dia, barb, 13 and ur faves 🥺🥺 u can think of

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I'd be internally greatful

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I FINALLY HAVE FOUND INSPIRATION TO WRITE THIS DOWN HEHEHHE PREPARE YOUR HEART KITTY - Your fave is about to go feral.

Vampire! Satan is usually so calm and gentle when it comes to you - running his hands through your hair as he reads to you or hugging you from behind while you both prep dinner together.

But on the days you accidentally cut your fingers on the knife, distracted by conversation - you see his eyes darken. He tries to excuse himself out of the room but you call him back, daring to reach out to him with the injured finger.

"You're playing with fire, kitten." He says, holding onto his last string of restraint as he grabs your wrist. One last chance to escape. You're far from it - touching his lips, smearing your blood on them.

"Its been a while since you've had a taste, hasn't it-" You are thrown against the wall, caged by his arms. His eyes glow before he yanks your top to the side to expose your neck and shoulder.

You moan as he bites into you - over and over. Your skin is littered with his marks and you watch as everyone blushed at the dinner table trying to ignore them. But Satan's eyes stay locked onto you, unmoving.

"Come to my room after this..." He whispers before he leaves. You clamp your legs together in anticipation, knowing exactly how many more marks he's about to create on them.

The next morning all you can remember is a flurry of ripped clothes and overwhelming kisses as you try to get up on your unstable feet. You can feel his marks all over your body - some deeper than the others. He bites you even harder while rutting into you because the way your blood rushes when you're about to climax.

Vampire! Satan when he's at his limit and immediately needs blood to stop feeling weak. You can tell by the way he slumps on your doorstep and his desperate, apologetic eyes.

You pull him in and offer yourself. He holds you like a lifeline - biting softly but sucking on your skin for much longer. "Please stop me if you feel like I'm taking too much..."

And yet you always let him have you until you're close to passing out. Pomogranate juice helps replenishing blood faster. He makes sure to keep a box full of it in your room. Once he feels better, he takes sips of it and pours it into your mouth.

Once you are back to your senses he holds you close whispering apologies and gratitude at the same time, your warmth and gentle hands reassuring him every time it happens.

He'll pamper you and keep you in his sights all throughout the whole week, extra careful of your health and food intake. He gets so territorial even Mammon has to back off.

#obey me Satan #obey me smut #obey me satan smut #obey me satan x reader

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stomach-bugg09 · 1 year

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we need to see reactions from the sully family of subtle romance and displays of affection between y/n and fali

a/n: oh my goodness, absolutely. this has been on my list to complete for a while , but the influx of requests recently ( thank you all so so much ) has kept me from fully focusing on this. i'm trying to release as often as possible , and so far i've been pretty solid. i sometimes will skip requests if i don't have current inspiration just so i don't fall into a writing slump !! anyway , thank you so much. feedback + reblogs are always appreciated !!

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @wxnderingthoughts

young love ( sullys reacting to fali + [y/n] )

jake sully

okay so, yes... at first he was skeptical i supposed you might say

he trusted his daughter's judgement and all, but he still needed to check for himself

and he did, as presented to us by a previous fic when fali met the family

after that, though, he actually loved fali

he was a respectful kid who jake could trust to protect his daughter ( not that she needed much protection, but a father still worries )

he loves watching the young couple just because it always throws him back to the early days of him and neytiri

loves watching them bicker, always finding it hilarious because... well, it isn't real bickering, more like dumb things

fali makes his genius daughter turn into a stupid teenager and he loves it just because he is fully aware that he stole her childhood ( and lives with that guilt every day )

always smiles when he catches them holding hands, walking together, sneaking little kisses

it's actually adorable

except he gets so sad knowing his baby girl is growing up

but he always feels better knowing that she's growing up with someone that she loves

neytiri

she has always loved her daughter

when [y/n] was first born, she became her pride and her joy

she became the reason to continue surviving

she became the reason to fight

to say she was extremely proud of her daughter for finding her own source of happiness in their new home

well, that would be an understatement

sure, she was a tad depressed her baby was beginning to leave the nest

but that sadness always disappeared when [y/n] returned home with the happiest look on her face

and then she would yell at her when she didn't miss the marks on her daughter's neck

but also she immediately goes from upset to teasing after her daughter turns bright indigo

she smiles every time she catches their subtle antics

a hand on her thigh, his fingers playing with her hair, small kisses, their sunsets spent on the beach

neytiri finds is beautiful. beautiful that her eldest daughter, once her baby girl, is finally finding her own reason to survive. to fight.

neteyam

he loves his big sister

but oh my eywa, fali is literally stealing her! she used to spend every moment of her life with her siblings, and now she just leaves them!

although, he understands

but he hates it nonetheless

how dare she find happiness before he does! ( joking !! )

but, otherwise, he loves the two of them together

he honestly--and do not tell [y/n] he said this--looks up to their relationship

like that's what he wants

despite him gagging every time they kiss and narrowing his eyes at their held hands

it's actually quite adorable

he supposes

kiri

ah, this sisterly relationship

they are the cutest

and kiri was the first to catch on when [y/n] and fali first started getting together

although she didn't fully make the connection, she was more than aware of the change in her sister's attitude

and kiri absolutely adored this version of [y/n]

just living and loving and thriving

in a home that wasn't theirs

but fali was helping make into [y/n]'s home, too

so, with that, kiri always enjoyed the small glances at their small romances

kiri noticed that [y/n] seemed to love tracing her fingers over fali's scars

it seemed to remind her that their tribes weren't so different

they all truly cared about the safety of their people, of their homes

kiri loved [y/n], but she absolutely adored happy [y/n]

and so, as a result, kiri adored fali as well

lo'ak

he is so obnoxious

which is rich coming from him! please, we have all seen the way he states at tsireya

and yet he still manages to embarrass himself in front of his crush as he makes fun of fali and [y/n]

maybe it's because he's jealous of what they have

or maybe it's because he thinks he's funny

( it's a bit of both )

either way, he always catches when they interact intimately while in public

they aren't big on the dramatic pda, but they're always holding hands at the very least

both are quite possessive of each other

lo'ak always rolls his eyes as he catches them

but he also secretly smiles

it's kind of cute

tuk

ah, this baby

she loves them together

she loves that fali makes her biggest sister happy

she loves that fali brings her seashells for her necklaces

she loves them!

she always hides a smile and giggles when they kiss or hold hands or do anything that is even remotely romantic

she is still so young and innocent, she thinks any display of affection is scandalous

she's so cute

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #loak sully #neteyam sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #sully family #kiri sully #lo'ak x y/n #lo'ak x sister!reader #loak x oldersister!reader #fali x reader #sully!reader

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maraschinomerry · 1 year

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Hey I would love to have some more george x reader fanfictions, I totally agree that there are not enough around her👀 can you do the sparring prompt 1 and 8 (but instead of hair maybe some clothing that's more revealing than usual?) And friends to lovers and mutual pining and awkwardness and all that🥺 thank you in advance 🩷

How To Stand

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader

Summary: After losing another fight, George offers to give you some training with your rapier. When things get more intimate than expected, he has to keep you on your feet in a different way.

Content: injury mention, friends to lovers, mutual pining, kissing, fluff

A/N: thank you again for the request and all the love on my other fics!! Sorry it's taken so long to get this one done, work has been super busy 😣 Also this fic has taken me past the 12,500 word mark since I started writing last weekend so thank you to everyone who has requested or read for inspiring me to be creative again, I'm blown away by all the support!

Word count: 2.8k (exactly, which is very satisfying)

You winced at the bite of the antiseptic.

"Sorry," George mumbled, dabbing lightly at the cut on your arm.

Last night's case had led to a nasty run-in with a relic man who turned out to be more proficient with a knife than you were with a rapier. You'd only recently begun your training, to be fair - after running away from home, you'd reunited with your childhood best friend, George Karim. Both of you were talented, and you had nowhere else to go, so despite your lack of experience George had managed to blag you a place in Lockwood & Co. In the weeks since you had joined your skills with Touch and Sight had proved invaluable, but as your injuries continually demonstrated your skills with the blade left much to be desired.

"We really should think about getting you some more training," George half-joked as he carefully applied a dressing to the wound.

"Only if it's from you," you replied.

"Really? Wouldn't you be better off with Lockwood? He's a pro, or even Lucy is better than me."

"Hey," you interrupted, sharper than you meant, "don't sell yourself short! I've seen you in a fight, you're amazing! Besides, you really think I'm not going to be super intimidated trying to learn from Mr 'I beat Quill Kipps in a tournament and framed the article on the staircase'?" You both laughed.

"Fair point. Okay, rest up, it's been a Iong night. We'll start tomorrow afternoon, wear something comfortable."

—

The two of you spent an easy morning together in the library, George with research for the next case and you with your favourite book. Almost in time with the clock in the hallway chiming one, a low rumbling came from the chair opposite you. George had forgotten breakfast again. Quietly, trying not to distract him (though it would take more than a little movement at this point), you snuck out to prepare lunch.

Five minutes later, the familiar scent of tomato soup and cheese toasties had George out of his seat and loitering in the kitchen doorway.

"You're the best," he sighed. Much as he loved his Iranian dishes and the personal time he got preparing them, he secretly loved when you cooked for him. You'd been doing it ever since you two were children - simple things like pizza or your signature toasties to begin with, warming stews or toad in the hole now you were older. Whatever it was, it was always homey and comforting. Kind of like your presence, if he was being honest with himself. Even the most stressful situations were easier to deal with when you were around; he knew you trusted him with your innermost secrets and in turn he could talk to you about anything. Well, almost anything. He wasn't sure he would ever work up the courage to tell you about the way he got butterflies every time you smiled, the way his knees went weak whenever your hand brushed his, the way he almost lost his resolve last week when you wiped a stray crumb off his cheek. If only you'd…

"Hey," you prompted lightly at a very zoned-out George. No use tapping his shoulder or raising your voice when he got like this, it would only startle him, you just had to wait for him to ride it out. After a moment, his eyes slowly refocused.

"Sorry, I was miles away."

"Ah," you smiled, not knowing the effect it had. "Go anywhere nice?"

Incredibly, he thought. "I'll bring you a postcard next time."

Your giggle brightened up the whole room as you set two bowls and a plate down on the table. You weren't sure when you'd started the tradition of your toasties being on a shared plate, but down the line the two of you had realised you ate slightly less and George took the leftovers, so it was easier to put them together in the first place. Somehow he always managed to leave you just the right amount.

—

After lunch, George began the washing up (another tradition, whoever didn't cook would clean) while you went to get ready for your first training session. You weren't particularly sporty, but you did have a gym wear set that you thought would be okay to practise in. Besides, you'd never actually worn it since joining the agency and that was simply not acceptable, you felt far too cute in it to let it sit there gathering dust. Hopefully George would think you looked cute in it too.

No, no, no. You couldn't go down that road. You'd always loved George as a friend, but it wasn't until you reunited and started living together in 35 Portland Row that you really fell for him. All the little quirks that had drawn you to him as a child, that felt like you were looking in a mirror, now made your heart flutter. Even little things like the way he pushed his glasses up was cute and made you fixate on his hands a little too much. One time, you'd tried to be more flirty with him, and the poor boy had seemed so perturbed that you hadn't tried again. Message received.

Heaving a sigh, you redressed the wound on your arm, which was healing nicely, and made your way down to the basement.

—

Your eternally bouncy footsteps echoing down the steps drew George's attention from polishing his rapier. A rapier which he almost dropped straight into his foot, jaw closely following its descent.

The first thing he saw was a pair of brightly coloured trainers. Next came toned calves, on show beneath cropped, tightly-fitting leggings. Above those leggings, which had sculpted themselves round your hips, was the cause of George's lapse in dexterousness: a glimpse of previously unseen bare skin, your stomach, exposed by a loose crop top. Having temporarily forgotten how to breathe, George used the last of his oxygen-fuelled sanity to force his gaze up to meet yours, and you shifted nervously under his scrutiny.

"Will this be okay?" you asked, thinking he was concerned about your ability to fight in it.

"Ye- uh, yes. You look…" Amazing. Radiant. Divine. Unbelievable. Incredible. Hot. "Comfy." What the hell, George, get it together. He frankly wondered how he ever expected you to like him the way he liked you if that was the best he could do.

Nonetheless, you relaxed back into yourself as you beamed at him. "Good, you did say to wear something comfortable."

George smiled back, pleased to know you paid so much attention to his words, before finally taking notice of the fresh dressing peeking out from beneath your short sleeve. As if guided by an invisible force, he moved closer to you, raised fingers ghosting over the bandage.

"Will you be okay working out with this? I don't want to risk reopening the cut." His voice wavered, barely noticeable had he been talking to anyone but you. You responded with a simple nod, trying to disguise the way your voice had caught in your throat and hoping the movement would dislodge it. A flash of realisation crossed his face as your eyes met and he hastily stepped away, the mask of Researcher George descending once more.

"Okay, let's get started. The first thing we need to work on is your stance and grip - although they seem trivial, they are in fact vitally important to your success rate."

—

You spent the next half an hour drilling stances, mimicking the way George held himself and him in turn glancing back to give pointers on how far apart you'd placed your feet or whether you were leaning too far in any direction. Sometimes the pose would call for raised arms and his directions would come out a little fumbled as your top rode further up your stomach. He tried not to let his gaze linger too long. It was more difficult than he expected.

When he was satisfied you’d got the hang of the stances, he announced it was time to fix your grip. You weren't entirely sure what he meant - your grip was firm, knuckles clenched around the hilt.

"Grip isn't about how tightly you hold your rapier, but how effectively," he explained, tone the same as if he were explaining the history of an artefact. "If anything, it should be a little loose to enable you to pivot to meet an unexpected blow. Make it an extension of your arm." He demonstrated, and you watched in mild confusion as he swung it further than the natural movement of his wrist would seem to allow. Then, he turned to try and advise you on how to improve. His head tilted left, then right. He moved round to your left, then right. Your position wasn't bad, per se, but as he compared your hand to his he couldn't for the life of him figure out how to explain what needed adjusting. Perhaps partly due to the lingering thought in the back of his mind about how much he wished it was his hand you were holding instead of the rapier. Willing his brain to cooperate, he flexed his hand to figure out what exactly it was he did to get it how it needed to be. Got it. Sort of.

You watched the gears spinning behind George's eyes as he moved around you, hand shifting occasionally. Eventually he settled almost over your shoulder.

"Do you mind if I…?" He trailed off, miming putting his arms around you.

"Sure." Your response was far quicker than you expected. You prayed he didn't notice. What you noticed was the shaky breath he drew in as he repeated the action around your waist, hands coming to rest over yours. The cold metal of his belt buckle against the exposed skin of your back made you gasp, both from shock and from how close it meant he was.

"Sorry," he murmured.

"It's okay," you returned, beginning to turn but stopping yourself when out of the corner of your eye you were confronted with his face just inches from yours. You'd been in each other's personal space before, hugging when one of you was upset or falling asleep slumped together after particularly gruelling cases. It would be so easy to turn just a little further, to where your noses and lips were level, to… You snapped your focus back to the rapier you were both holding, giving George a clear view of the rosy flush spreading across your cheek. Those fingers that you had fixated on so many times, as they flicked through pages upon pages of research or skimmed over the spines of books in the Archives, now folded over your own and gently nudged them into the correct position. It astounded you, the care he once again took to not cause you any discomfort with his actions. First when he’d dressed your wound, and now this. His thumb had come to rest on the inside of your wrist, and it was only your own knowledge of first aid telling you he would feel his own pulse that kept you from panicking about the way yours was racing beneath it. Subconsciously, you leant into him a little, marvelling at the pressure on your back from the rise and fall of his chest. Your hold on the rapier felt better now, more flexible and somehow stronger for being loosened up. George gave your hands a small squeeze as if to set them in place.

“How does that feel?” His voice ghosted over the shell of your ear, huskier than you’d expected and so, so close. You knew he was talking about the grip, but between his hands still over yours and his body pressed so close, your thoughts got away from you.

You couldn’t help it.

Your knees buckled.

George reacted immediately. His hands never left your body for a second, trying to support you through whatever had just happened, but they slid from your hands up to your elbows and then jumped to a firmer grasp at your waist, twitching involuntarily against the tingle of warm skin.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, moving with one hand gliding over your stomach and the other following across your back until you were facing him. He wanted so badly to be respectful of your boundaries, conscious of how this would look if anyone were to walk in at that moment, but he was far more concerned about keeping you steady with the way you’d almost collapsed against him. Was it exhaustion from the endless string of cases? Blood loss from your injury? Something more major?

“I’m fine, it’s nothi-” The words died in your throat. George was staring at you, his cheeks burning. You were used to him looking at you differently to the rest of the agency, throwing longsuffering glances when Lockwood and Lucy were up to their usual antics or a nostalgic smile when you talked about your childhood together, but this was something altogether different. His lips were slightly parted like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening (neither could you), eyes warm and sparkling with surprise, tenderness, and something else… Hope?

“Please tell me it’s not nothing.” The words fell from his lips quietly and freely as his gaze flickered down for barely a second. His eyes widened a little. “I mean, don’t say you’re fine if you’re not. I want to be sure you’re alright.”

That sparkle in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a backpedalling into dullness that always came with feared rejection. You’d seen it many times over the years - in his eyes the first time he spoke about being the weirdo of his family, in your own in the hallway mirror when you registered Lockwood’s hesitation about hiring you. But it hadn’t entirely taken him over yet, and you’d be damned if you were going to be the reason it did.

“Is that really what you mean?” you asked softly.

“Yes. No!” His blush darkened and his eyes closed for a beat as he took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say, I guess, is yes, I mean I want to make sure you’re alright, but no, that’s not what I didn’t want to be nothing. I, um…” He searched your eyes again for any indication that you knew what was coming and didn’t want to hear it, but when all he was met with was genuine expectation and a slight nod of encouragement, he continued. “I like you, you know I do, or we wouldn’t be friends. But I like you, and we’ve never been as close as we were just then, so with all the little things that happened I was trying to figure out if I was reading too much into it or if… if you feel the same.”

An astonished smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you processed this revelation. The boy you’d been silently pining for all this time, the boy you knew had trouble articulating his feelings when they were too close to his heart, had just told you in no uncertain terms that he reciprocated the feelings he didn’t even know you had. It was too good to be true.

You lifted your hand from his arm and pinched yourself. Ow.

George let out a baffled chuckle. “Okay, what was that all about?”

Your hand didn’t return to his arm; instead it cupped his cheek, thumb grazing his lower lip and pinky curling under his chin. This time he didn’t try to disguise the way his eyes were drawn to your lips as your smile grew.

“Just making sure.”

You rose onto your tiptoes, closing the gap between you. George’s steadying hands continued to do their job, moving to wrap around you and tug you closer to him. Your rapier clattered to the floor, forgotten, as you brought your other hand up to his arm, thumb rubbing across his bicep and ruffling the sleeve of his oversized T-shirt. The kiss was sweet and gentle, a little clumsy, but tinged with the fervor of finally being able to act on the desires you’d been holding back for so long. Everything you’d hoped it would be. Through the haze of euphoria, your brain urged you to concentrate, to remember every little detail, every emotion and impression: the taste of his lips, the warmth of his hands on your bare back, the tickle of his curls as they brushed your forehead, the rush of air as you pulled apart just enough to catch your breath and he grinned against your mouth. But it was okay, you reminded yourself. You doubted you’d ever forget, but even if you did all it would take is for you to kiss him again. So, just in case, you did.

#lockwood & co #george karim x reader #gn!reader #lockwood & co fanfic #george karim #lockwood and co

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angellic-critique · 4 months

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Honestly my biggest fear is to end up writing my characters the same way vivzie does, I feel like she doesn't even try on certain characters(female characters and literally any other that isn't her "uwu baby boi must be protected at all costs" characters like stolas, angel dust). Like imagine completely missing the point of your own character/srs

to everyone pre-release worries and anxieties just as much as I have-- Please take this time to read or explore different interests of books or authors of subjects and genres you like ! In the era of internet where the golden age of information is rusting into brainrot, the less time online anymore the better. I've been taking javascript/python tutorials for myself attempting to make a dating simulator for literal years at this point and its bounced around to the point of where I branched off to develop my own murder mystery 2-d sidescroller !

I wish for this to be a farewell letter to the crushed hopes and dreams I had for the original hazbin pilot and crew has moved on to other things whereas viv attempted to spitefully keep a story she clearly doesn't have any passion over- it is very evident over her lack of care for her own characters purely for the monetary gains of attempting and sadly wriggling her way into industry the way she did is so abhorrent to the world of genuine art and animation I grew up with.

Has Vivzie ever read a Felix the Cat comic strip or Dilbert even Hägar The Horrible? Does she even know about the history and strive of depth that animation has been at for hundreds of years? Does she even like comics, clearly not if she doesn't even have the patience to write her own and horribly rush whichever story she's interested in that day. I've never seen a careless writer be this selfishly unashamed to write literal garbage and surface level 'intrigue' of design and then falling flat face first at EVERY step. Hope she becomes as unbearable of a director as John K. is because honestly even though I'm cringing making that comparison, it's pretty fair in my book considering the outright ABUSE she has always trying to talk or hoard artists into her 'pet project' I recommend above anything else to watch Dan Stamanolous' 'Moral Orel' if you want an actually funny dark comedy or Christy Karacas' fast paced dark horror comic-come-to-life Superjail! for good animattion that doesn't belittle its audience... *[Trigger Warnings for Adult Swim-esque outdated 2007 humor and light transphobia, read for your own triggers if you dont want to though, please!]

The fact that Stollitz is written so flimsily like a wattpad fanficiton of tropes rolled into one is astounding to me, I used to like the dynamic pre-season 2 as I've mentioned on here and @tired-hellowl so I really don't want to get a headache going into how I USED to like it-Realizing the problematic consent issues all of STOLASS is, I physically cannot watch another Helluva or Hazbin promo anymore without rolling my eyes into the back of my head.

To the anons and people who used to also enjoy vivs work, there are other artists and there are other stories to tell. If you wish to be inspired from Dante's Inferno/Hell or WESTERN CHRISTIAN BASED RELIGION keep in mind what source material you're doing because I don't even think vivzie has picked up the bible once in her life.... And I say this as a drifter in the world who believes in reincarnation I don't really vibe with the athiest stereotypes however, I don't believe in most religion but more power to people that do get hope and love from their teachings and cultures.

She entirely missed the mark for several years, nearly a decade. Viv has had time and time again chance and opportunity to give a chance of storytelling with demons and what does she do? Adult Cartoon that has the demons scream 'FUCK SHIT DAMNIT DAMNIT LOOK IM SO HORNY AND SILLY AND WACKY WOAHH THE SCREEN IS CONSTANTLY MOVING YOU CAN NEVER HAVE A SECOND TO BREATH IN ANY AMOUNT OF WORLBUILDING OR SETTING BECAUSE FUCK. YOU.'--

I have said this time and time again- there is no substance or worth about Helluva Bosses or Hazbins writing, even without the show not being released because Amazon seems ashamed about it, I know it'll be a shitshow.

Honestly at this point I agree with the redesign community, take any character you used to like and rewrite them until it's unrecognizable from the original source material, let those fuckers in space fight alien pirates or hell take them out of the heaven and hell trope and just flip it on it's head entirely out of earth or wherever you want to set your story! I'm personally redesigning angel to be a slight aid to my addiction help via rewriting him into my murder mystery heheh while keeping the sexual abuse and recovery in mind because woah that shit happened to me too man !!!

I wish the best to any future writers, animators, programmers, lovers of animation or art, you can do what you put your mind and hands to! Spread more positivity and love then hate in this world please guys, this'll be the last time I pop in I promise I'm trying to get a better job and hopefully get accepted in a community college that i've been on the fence over trying to do more online coding ! The sky is the limit!<3

#anti vivziepop #trash askbox #helluva critical #i dont want to be mean in the tags and overtag like i usually do #however #vivziepop critical #please stop supporting spindlehorse #please stop supporting vivziepop #anti helluva boss #genuine art criticism #genuine art tip box #<3 signing off #!!! <3 #my.silley.art

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ben10-lostandfound · 8 months

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What Lost and Found Means To Me

Hello again, everyone! I apologize for the lack of content in recent months, it's honestly become harder and harder to find new material, especially without there being a current Ben 10 series to focus on. This is the longest time we've had without an incarnation of the show running since the hiatus between Omniverse and the Reboot!

So I wanted to take a moment to reflect on this blog as a whole. I've been doing this since I was about 16 or 17, I'm 24 now. That's kindof crazy, huh? And granted, the place has had ups and downs, more recently downs due to a lull in the content, but that doesn't mean I'm not still working on stuff behind the scenes. I'm still trying to find another home for my research, a more permanent home that I have better control over how the content is presented.

I'm also trying to get into game development so a certain project from my past, prior to 2016, can finally come to fruition. But we'll get into that another day... hopefully.

I had an interaction last night with a follower who reached out to me about who the painter was for the alien stills featured during the Original Series, as their university had asked for art pieces that inspired them to pursue art. Of course, I answered "Andrew C. Robinson", which the answer was met with huge thanks.

That's always been part of why I do this, you know? To put a spotlight on all the artists and other incredibly talented people that make (or made) this franchise come to life in the various ways it has. Not just Dave Johnson or the late Derrick J. Wyatt, but everyone.

There could be so much more out there that I don't know about or have access to, or could be tucked away in the distant, obscure links of the Wayback Machine, or somebody could come forward with something rare like the Leapster Exclusive Concept Art, but I'm just one silly girl with a blog. You'd be surprised how much work goes into looking for this stuff!

But I'm glad my contributions to the fanbase haven't gone unnoticed. From people like KuroTheArtist, all the way to just a handful of people who work on the show itself, I'm grateful I've gotten to leave some kind of mark.

Don't take my wording as like, meaning I'm going to stop though. This isn't a "I'm done with this" type post. As long as there's still material out there to find, I'll keep this going for as long as I'm able.

-Rahk-Zi: Galvan Archivist Extraordinaire, A.K.A. Roxanne Stones, Ben 10/CN Lost and Found Moderator.

#ben 10 #lost and found meta

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potatomountain · 4 months

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"Little Pet"

Pairing: Yunho x amab reader

au: Werewolf

Warnings: smut, some degradation- mxm.

Word Count: 1.7k

Network: @pirateeznet

Banner by: @itsnotmydejavu

author's note: i am afab but i consider myself nb. Some friends were talking from a male pov and i got inspired so this is for them <3

You were beginning to think no amount of prep was going to make this act any easier on you, or ever, but since you hadn't tried yet you didn't want the anxiety to get the better of you.

Having a man that towered over you in height and width- who's hands alone could wrap around any part of your body with ease- as your mate did little for your confidence. But Yunho never made you feel bad about your size, not once, he would call it cute even as he rested his arm on the top of your head and watched you pout.

You'd huff that you were a man too and had some pride, which was perhaps the main reason that you had pushed and pushed this part back as far as you could. That and the fact you were very human, how were you going to handle a wolf of this size?

Knowing about his packmates sex lives didn't lessen the anxiety either, the marks they would leave on their partners and the way they would be bedridden the entirety of the next day. Hell Jongho nearly broke the arms of his mate, instead destroying the bed they had been on during his rut.

You weren't scared he was going to hurt you, or that you would break- but what if you were too small? What if he didn't like it when he saw how small you were everywhere.

What if you weren't good enough? What if you couldn't please him?

You already knew what his cock looked like, but never once had you shown yours. Not until now.

He had come to you and let you know his rut was going to start soon and that he wanted to try things before it got to that point and he hurt you on accident. You couldn't tell him the idea excited you, but now you were nervous again.

"Are you sure about this?" Yunho sat on his bed in just his boxers, his bulge obvious and he wasn't even hard yet. Yet here you were in just your underwear and it wasn't even obvious like his.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and stepping closer. "Y-yes." It's not like you hadn't done anything sexual, kissing and making out and fuck could he devour you. Several months the two of you had been dating since he announced you were his mate, but that didn't seem to be enough to ease your worries that one look at you and he wouldn't want you. "I love being your mate I'm just... anxious."

"Tell me about it." He patted his knee for you, pulling you onto it when you stepped closer. "I know I dated girls a lot but your gender doesn't matter to me you know."

"I-I know but- I'm not exactly much of a man either."

He cupped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. "I don't love you for what's between your legs." He kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, nose and finally mouth. "And I very much want you."

Melting into his kisses, he practically chased the anxiety away with those few words. "I'm yours Yunho."

It always made you feel foolish how much you question his desire when he acted like this: like he was going to devour you whole and still wouldn't get enough of you.

"Mm my pet?" He pulled you further against his lap, one leg on either side.

You hummed in response, pressing close and wrapping your arms around his neck. His back was arched to hold you close and still kiss you, hands on your thighs to pull you right against his his growing hard on.

"I've been thinking about this for so long." One of his hands slipped into your underwear and grabbed the entirety of an ass cheek. The growl he let out when his fingers brushed the blug you were wearing was primal and had your own body reacting.

You're cock twitched against the fabric of your underwear, gasping out as he moved his lips roughly to your neck. "You smell so damned good. You'll tell me to stop if it's too much right?"

It seemed Yunho had his own anxieties about this as well, which further eased your own. "Of course baby." You tilted your head to give him better access, breath hitching as his fangs scrapped your nape.

He flipped you onto your back on the bedm hovering over you as he tugged your underwear down and off. Before you could even voice a protest, your legs were in the air and spread, giving him a full view of your bottom. Your hands flew to your face out of embarrassment, watching him through your fingers as he just stared.

"Are you teasing me?"

At the acrylic massive plug protruding from your hole or your clearly small cock, you couldn't tell- but he looked more than pleased: he was drooling. "You prepped?"

"Mhmm- I know how big you are." You whined out, whole body flinching as he reached between your legs, his thumb pressing the end of the toy to push it a bit further in. Your cock twitched, leaking precum in response. "Yunho~"

"Fuck- so tiny all over huh? I love it." He moved his hand up and wrapped it entirely around your cock, smirking at how easily he covered it. "Is this what you were anxious about?"

"Mhmm-" You whined as he twisted it just right, your hips bucking into his hand. "I-I was worried it wouldn't be enough."

For a moment the hard expression of lust was replaced with one of care and softness. "It's enough baby boy. So is your cute little ass and these cute fucking peaks of yours." He moved his hand up and pinched both of your nipples, wolf-like grin replacing the soft frown.

You could hear the slick sounds of the lube both in your hole and as he lubed up his own cock, his lips moving to your peaked nipples and scraping his teeth over them roughly. Things were going so fast you weren't sure you could ask him to stop even if you wanted to- and you mostly certainly didn't want to stop.

He bucked his hips against your ass, watching your expression. "Maybe- depends on if you like it? I can't see with those cute hands hiding that face of yours I adore. How am I going to kiss you?"

Whining, you let your hands fall away, just for him to grab them and pin them above your head. "Hold them there little one- no more hiding."

You obeyed, breathing heavily as your cock was weeping for stimulation. You watched as he pushed your knees up further, biting down on his lip as he stared down at your waiting hole again. "Can I pull it out?" When you nodded, he tugged on the plug, eyes flickering to yours as your breathing hitched and you grabbed the blankets above you. He slowly pulled it out, growing more and more excited from your reaction until the toy was pulled out with a pop. "Fuck I need you."

He crashed his lips down onto yours with newfound desperation, his hands working off his boxers and discarding them to the side. He pulled away only to reach for the lube on the table, giving you only a quick second to breath before he was devouring your every breath with strokes of his lips. You felt empty with the plug, but not for long as he pushed two fingers in with ease, scissoring them to stretch you out. The plug had been inanimate but with the two long appendages moving inside pleasure shot through you straight to your dick and your head.

Not when he pulled his fingers out and reached up to grabbed your wrists, nor when you felt his tip prod your entrance and push in. He pulled his lips away, holding one of your legs up so far your knee touched the bed and you could see his massive cock pushing into your when you looked down. Moaning as inch by inch he somehow managed to fit himself inside you, your head swam with ecstasy and pain alike.

He didn't push in fully, stopping a little more halfway and breathing heavily. "I don't think- fuck I'm sorry pet- I-" He was panting heavily, fangs elongating and nails sharp on your skin. "I think i triggered my rut. Fuck-" With one harsh thrust he pushed in the remainder of his length, a high pitched cry ripped from you. He apologized over and over like a chant as his hips took on a life of their own, brutally fucking your barely prepped hole.

His eyes were bright like his wolf's, the chants turning to growls as he shook the entirety of the bed with his thrusts. You should mind, you should care about the underlying pain under the massive amount of pleasure he was giving you by constantly rubbing your prostate. Your cock was red and weeping, whines and moans leaving you as tears pricked your eyes.

The sounds he made were too guttural to make out most. "So tiny... cute fucking dick... little pet... tight fucking hole-" What you could make out had you reeling with even more lust and desire.

"W-Wanna cum Y-yunho... please..." He had you on edge so quickly, but you were begging for the slightest stimulation on your cock. Something to push you that rest of the way.

He was quick to oblige, large hand wrapping around your tiny dick and applying pressure in just the right ways. You came quickly, crying out his name as white hot spurts escaped his fist and made it onto your stomach and all over his hand.

Did he stop there? No. He flipped your over with ease, one large hand on the center of your back and holding you down as his relentless thrusts continued until you could feel the knot pushed further into you. He bent over your small frame, pinning you to the bed as he licked along the back of your neck.

"Mine- my mate. My little pet- fucking mine!" He bit down, one more harsh thrust before you could feel him filling you up while simultaneously drawing blood from the bite- marking you as his permanently.

Your poor cock twitched from the overstimulation, tears having escaped your eyes from the moment he had flipped you over.

You weren't anxious anymore but you also were well aware that tomorrow you weren't leaving the bed... or maybe all week.

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#werewolf yunho #yunho smut #yunho fanfic #ateez jeong yunho #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #male reader #yunho x male reader #ateez drabbles #twink reader

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mrs-kodzuken · 4 months

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Art Frustration ♡

Pairing: Kōshi Sugawara x fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

Genre: fluff

CW : fem!reader, fluff, comfort for frustration, art frustrations

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Once again, the paper was scattered with useless and chaotic drawings. It had seemed to be as if my brain couldn't handle anymore pathetic scribbles.

The frustration grew in my head as I tore another piece of paper up and groaned loudly.

It's simple really, art is supposed to make you feel relaxed and at one with what you're making. It's something to release the feelings and emotions you have into something that explains you.

Well this wasn't the case with me.

I haven't had a good crumb of inspiration for the past two weeks. As an artist, that can put a lot of pressure on you when you draw almost every day.

Especially when I have so many expectations that I've set for myself and I'm not even managing to reach them.

There were so many ideas swarming in my head but I just couldn't put it on paper. It would come out as something not even definite, which is so not the look I was going for with this piece.

Taking a deep breath, I set up a new sheet and paused. I tried to differentiate an idea with how well I could get that idea on this page without frustrating myself again.

My hands started marking on the page with a very simple sketches. I, unfortunately, erased those lines upon lines frequently. Feeling my anxiety getting the better of me as I really wanted to draw but couldn't.

It was getting to the point of hopelessness for me. My tiny sketches here and there, they always started out small. I could feel the tears pricking my eyes as it wasn't going the way I wanted it to, just like the other fifty million times.

I couldn't see a good clear idea in my head to form what I wanted to express on the page.

My emotions started bubbling up inside me like a wild fire. Irritation was overcoming me and my hands were shaking with a burning need to get something on this damn paper. It was so bad to the point where I couldn't even draw anymore.

Defeated, I let out a shaky breath that I'd been holding in. I took the paper and crumbled it up once again. I desperately wanted to throw a fit and scream like a toddler. This wasn't working out like it's supposed to .

Art is something I've always been good at, I don't know why this is happening to me now.

I banged my head on the canvas stand, practically begging for some inspiration to help me.

Finally, I had just let go of the salty tears that were bundled in my eyes as I released a quiet sob. This was so frustrating.

Sliding down the wall to sit, I sobbed on the floor. Was it too much to ask to simply draw good?

This has been the only thing I've been good at since I was little, the amount of time I've put into trying to better myself and art style feels like it's for nothing.

A soft knock sounded throughout my room from my door which followed with my bedroom door being opened.

I had guessed it was my mom since she's been the one to see me like this for almost two weeks now. Sighing with my face in my hands, I waited for the sound of her footsteps to leave my room.

But they never came.

I felt a hand on mine as it pulled my own from my tear streaked face.

"Woah, woah. are you alright, (Y/n)?" I heard, it was no one other than my supportive boyfriend, Kōshi Sugawara.

Looking up at him with so many emotions that I was feeling I shook my head no. I wanted to explain what a rut I've been in but knowing that if I even tried to explain to him, it'd be a lot of high pitched whining noises.

"Come on, let's get you off the floor, sugar." Calling me my favorite name, he helped me to my bed. Rubbing soothing circles on my back, Suga waited for me to speak.

I could tell he was examining the absolute mess the state of my room was in. Papers everywhere, my trashcan overflowing with mess of drawings and scraps. My paint bottles were open and bound to dry out if I didn't close them soon. It just looked rough in here.

"How did this happen..?" Kōshi sounded hesitant to ask, as if I could start breaking down even worse. Which I don't blame him, usually I'm a very tidy person and I never let any sort of thing screw my room like this.

Deep breaths, (Y/n). Deep breaths.

"I've been in a rut, none of my art is coming out even remotely good. I'm a f-failure. Plenty of hours I've spent on this, just for it to be worthless." I sighed and hiccupped while trying to stop the warm tears that fell.

My anxiety ridden hands carelessly played with the loose strings on my shirt to distract myself from Suga's presence. I didn't realize it yet but the embarrassment was creeping up on me. I'm having an entire breakdown because of a drawing I can' t even do.

"Hey, look at me," I felt his warm hand softly turn my head so my gaze would be on him.

"Under no circumstance will I let my talented, wonderful girlfriend call herself a failure. You just need a break, sugar. Artist block happens to everyone once in a while." He comforted me, concerned.

Wiping away the few stray tears with his thumbs from my eyes. He kissed the red marks underneath them as well.

"Break time, yeah?" Kōshi hugged me close to him, humming a small lullaby to help calm me down. Rocking me back and forth helped my breathing slow again and I was able to fully relax.

Suga had held me like that for a while and when he did that, I felt at peace.

Listening to the rhythmic music from his heart beat and very few sniffles from me were the only sounds in the room.

"Are you feeling better?" The small circles on my arms didn't cease.

I nodded giving him a small smile, gee that sure wasn't embarrassing. My own boyfriend had to see a breakdown. I cursed myself internally for even letting this happen.

"Great! Now let's get this placed cleaned up sugar." He kissed my cheek whilst his gray hair tickled my forehead. He got me up from my bed as my eyes skimmed my room.

I cringed looking at the mess I had painfully made these past two weeks. Shuffling all the torn up pieces of paper to the bin, which was already full.

Suga had fixed my easels, lining them up like I would want them in the corner of my room.

We continued to clean my room and I had felt the need to apologize to him. Also to question of why he had come over anyway, not that I mind.

"Suga? I'm sorry if you had to do something and got stuck here because of me." My dejected voice sounded in the room, I felt pathetic really.

Looking up, I was faced with his charming smile that had made me fall head over heels with long ago.

"I didn't have any plans, don't worry. And I'd always love to take care of you anytime." He sent me an air blown kiss.

I smiled back and chuckled a bit while catching it, placing it in my back pocket for later.

When we were finally done with the cleaning, I persuaded Suga to stay for dinner as an apology. Letting him help me clean my messy room was something I felt guilty for but was glad he offered.

"It's always good to see you Sugawara." I heard my mom say as I helped clean the kitchen as dinner was finished with.

"You too, Mrs. (L/n)." He responded respectively towards my mom. Suga's always been the most polite person out of the two of us.

"It's going to get a bit dark soon. You might want to head home, but you're always welcome to stay the night. If your parents have no issue with it." My mom said, giving me wink. I could always count on her to be my wing woman when I needed it.

"Ah, that's right. Thank you! I haven't even thought of the time."

Grabbing my boyfriend's hand gently, I lead him back to my bedroom. Hearing a small chuckle come from my mom and she went to watch TV in our living room.

"Are you confident to create a wonderful piece of artwork now?" I heard Suga inquire from behind me.

"I'm lacking in the inspiration department but other than that, yes, I think." I smiled at him while gathering up his coat and shoes.

"You might want to go home before it gets dark outside, hon." I passed him his things as he looked like he just got an amazing idea.

"How about I give you some inspiration?" He mischievously said. Setting his coat down on my bed, his shoes on my floor, and walked to opposite side of my easel.

Kōshi laid on my floor with one hand on his hip and the other holding his head up with a contorted face.

"Draw me like one of your French girls." He chuckled as I couldn't help but to burst out in laughter.

"Kōshi! Dear God, pray for me." I rolled my eyes at his form.

"Well at lea-." He had begun to say but I immediately cut him off at the sparkle of an idea.

"Wait! Don't move! You actually just gave me something I can work with." I almost shouted at him and hurried to get my art supplies.

Paying attention to the canvas and looking up at him every once in a while. I created an absolute masterpiece.

I had drew a picture of my dear Kōshi but he was on a serf board, riding a wave. It was silly but magnificent nonetheless to me.

When I had got done, I physically and mentally felt better. Noticing that Suga had almost fell asleep on the floor because of how long I took. I awoke him with a question.

"Kōshi, do you want to stay over tonight?" I questioned him, already walking over to my dresser getting the comfy clothes he wore last time.

"Thank you. I don't think I could walk home in this state." He gave me a small tired, but grateful smile.

"No, I should be thanking you. I'm so glad I got that piece of art done. I feel so much better, like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders."

"I'd do anything for you, sugar." He kissed my forehead and headed towards the bathroom.

I used that time to change into my pajamas, as well as turning on my fairy lights.

When he was done I had put everything away and climbed into my bed.

"You ready?" I mumbled getting into the comfortable strawberry printed covers I had.

"Of course. Goodnight sugar, I love you."

A smile graced my lips, "I love you too, so much." I cuddled against him, swarmed in blankets.

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a/n: this is from my "Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots" on Wattpad! I'm slowly trying to transition to Tumblr then to AO3! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

the header is from Jimena Martinez on Pinterest

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sugawara koushi #karasuno #sugawara x reader #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara kōshi #hq fluff #boyfriend sugawara #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you

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niuniente · 1 year

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Genuine question: how are you able to produce a coherent story while doing it on the fly? I've never been able to manage that. Do you have any tips? Is it a skill that can be learned and practiced?

I wish I knew! Working freely and improvising is really something which I have always done in creative works - school and education included, all to my teachers' horrors - and it just works for me. The more freedom, the better I work. I absolutely wither as a person, if I don't have freedom in my life.

I know my method doesn't work for everyone but here are a few tips if you want to try more freestyle way, or take creating easier. Of course, this doesn't really work in commercial work where you have employers, clients and deadlines but you can take some of these into such a world, too.

You don't need to know everything One of the core elements for freer creativity is to accept and live with the fact that you don't need to know everything. No, even if it's your OC. No, even if it's your world-building. No, even if it's your own idea you are working on/with. You only need a basic red line, a basic concept and then allow it to unfold naturally over time. The very same way as if you would move to a new place, start a new job, start studies in a new school, befriend new people. You do not know everything about any of these from the day one. You get involved more and more into them as the time flies by. You CAN approach your creative work like that, too. Have a new OC? Great, he/she/they/it is a new acquaintance! You don't usually know about acquaintances more than their name and looks in real life, so why should you know about this just met character of yours any more than that? Let them tell you who they are. Befriend with them (and realize some characters befriend with you easier than others). There's no hurry. "I don't know" is always a valid answer.

Don't immediately plan everything till its end This gives you freedom to allow the characters, story elements etc. to merge with each other peacefully and you can always revisit your earlier plans/thoughts and chance them. If you have already set into the stone your character's whole life with all possible quirks from birth to death, leaving nothing out - well, good luck with trying to fit that into your story. The characters tend to have their own agendas, wishes and quirks aside from your plans and wishes. The more you treat them as you would treat a living, breathing human being and take the journey as "I'm learning to know knew people", the better.

Don't assume. Explore. Allow. This goes together with the above tips but genuinely? Don't assume anything. The basic line works. "This is a story of a boy who befriends with an alien". That's it. That's all. You can start working with this idea. Details will follow later. Allow the stories come to you. There's no need to worry if it's worth of your time or attention. If you like it, if it comes to you as inspiration, go for it! See what comes out. Resting is very important to allow your mind to come up with ideas.

Get inspired! See how others do things and what they do! Get inspired! It is really great to see how others do things as everyone has an unique way of doing whatever they do. All sources are fine for inspiration! It doesn't mean that if you draw, only art can be your inspirational source. It can be books, nature, history, religion, societies, fashion, modern art, cave art, poem, food, stickers, countries, colors, shapes, crafting, mood boards, music. It can be your own experiences, wishes, dreams. It can be other people, their wishes, experiences, their looks and life experience. It can be an event in your life which made its mark on you. Damn, I've gotten inspiration from a random car register plate, too! The more you allow yourself to be inspired - and KILL THE CRINGE, IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE NOTHING IS CRINGE AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO BUY OTHERS' APPROVAL BY DENYING YOURSELF AND WHAT FUCKING INSPIRES YOU - the more freely you can create.

Respect your own inspiration Everything is already done. It's fine. Repeating trophies are what make creative people successful. Would you listen to your favorite band/artist if they changed their style completely? Do you moan that your favorite author or a comic artist did again similar stuff? Do we write hate letters to Stephen King or Neil Gaiman, that "Damn man, write something else! Again this same shit with tropes X, Y and O!" Whatever inspires you, inspires you. Whatever tropes you want to use, use them. No hesitation!

Not everything is for everyone You don't need to please everyone. Please the audience who is naturally pleased with what you do. Don't try to brake the code for success and analyze what you should do. Do whatever the hell you want.

Be Punk Genuinely, have a punk attitude towards arts and writing or whatever you do. Punk's original idea is that anyone can create. Literally anyone. The punk's fashion idea came from the 70's where bands did their own outfits and music - no matter what the quality - and their fans followed. Everything was supposed to be available for everyone; look, I'm a band artist, I painted this shirt's logo with red paint on my living room floor with a dollar brush - you can do it, too! Punk never asks if what I have created is good enough or am I good enough to do this. Fuck it! You want to play guitar, play it, however the hell you play it! You want to do crafts? Great, go for it! You want to try to make a cosplay outfit! Awesome, I wish you all the best! As long as you create, that matters. It never needs to be perfect or done the way that you're "supposed to" do it. A story driven comic without backgrounds? Ah, blasphemy! How about I do it anyway because who is stopping me, the Comic Police? Also, be kind to others who create, include those who are not at your level. Your inner punk rebel should always be giving hand and support to those who are starting (or who aren't or will be at your level, if you are super pro). Kiss the art elitism's ass and bite a good chunk out of it! In your household, art should be done with any equipment, with any method and you do not need polished art of the fanciest equipment (albeit some things do make creativity easier - if you can afford them, then by all means, you them).

It's not that deep - unless you wish it Your creations don't need to be deep, have any strong message, dive into current societal or political issues if you don't want to do that. Your story can be a story of a boy who befriends with an alien, and together they explore society's gender norms, but it can also be a story were the boy and the alien just play in the mud and eat ice-cream. Every story has its audience and you should be THE Audience number 1.

I hope these help! Most important thing is to find your own way to work, explore freely and allow yourself to be whatever you be and create whatever speaks to your heart's language.

#ask niu #tutorial #creativity

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Monster Hunter Tri Diary, Part 1: Intro, Arrival in Moga, First trip to Moga Woods

So, inspired by @dragonflight203's Mass Effect replay posts (hope you don't mind me adapting the idea!), I've decided to do a "gaming diary" for my first playthrough of Monster Hunter Tri.

Thanks to the dedicated endeavor of fans from the MH community, the servers of Tri are finally accessible again, so I'm very excited to check this one out. The 3rd Gen is my favorite overall, and I've been yearning to see Loc Lac with my own eyes for years now.

But first, I'll have to spend some time in singleplayer to farm some equipment and re-familiarize myself with the game. Wouldn't want to do the hub quests ill-prepared! So, for now, we're starting slow.

Disclaimer: Text is paraphrased from my localization and might slightly deviate from the English version.

Intro

This is the first time I've seen the intro of MH Tri in person - and it’s such an amazing one, too! I love the correlation between the sea and land environments depicted here: The Jaggi pack is hunting the Aptonoths at the coast (great way to introduce the new small bird wyverns!), while the Ludroths are picking up the scraps that fell into the water.

That Great Jaggi was about to have the feast of his life on that Aptonoth, only to be bowled out by that Rathalos. xD Dude wanted his lunch back so badly that he was even willing to make a stand against the Rathalos. Probably wouldn't have held out for long, though, with Jaggis being weak to fire. (If Tri had turf wars, that Great Jaggi would've been totally obliterated.)

And when the Lagiacrus shows up, the Jaggis are just like: "Okay, this one’s way out of our league. Let’s get the hell out of here." xD

One thing I love about the Lagiacrus is that he's designed like an antithesis to Rathalos: Rathalos wields fire, which is the Lagi's primary weakness. Meanwhile, Rathalos himself is weak against lightning, which makes him vulnerable to Lagiacrus’s attacks. Both are the kings of their respective element, but when encroaching on Rathalos' territory, the Lagiacrus is like a literal fish out of the water.

I wonder what would happen if there was a turf war between them, though. Would there be a 50:50 chance of either one winning? Would the Lagi try to pull Rahtalos into the water? Would he even get out of there by himself? (I imagine it would look like a bird of prey that crashed in the water, but much bigger. Poor Rathalos might need a hand. xD)

I love how Lagiacrus turns away in an "Eh, I didn't mean to hunt this anyway" manner; like having his snack snatched away from under his nose hurt his pride, but he tries to act unbothered by it. xD

Ah, guys... I always get a little teary-eyed when the MH Tri main theme comes up. The Rathalos flying over the vast plains, the music picking up, and then the view with the hunters standing at the cliff... It really doesn't get better than this. :,)

Arrival in Moga

Ah, it's been ages since I saw that cutscene... It's technically the same as in MH3U, but still it feels so good to be back. I love how you see the villagers just going about their daily lives, the children being excited about the trinkets the Chief's Son brought back from his trip and all that... It evokes such a homey feeling right from the start, and it makes the village community feel that much more like family.

The chief actually mentions the sea people having crests on their skin and looking a little different from normal humans. I remember this from the MH artbook, where it's stated they gave them a different skin tone/markings as well as webbed hands to distinguish them from normal humans. I thought this was just a scrapped concept (since you don't see much of a visual difference in-game), but I had no idea there was in-game dialogue about it. Cool!

"Diversity means prosperity!" That's actually a really wise quote right there. Both the sea people and wyverians are knowledgeable in their own right, but each have different skills. If they unite them, everyone profits. (I think we could learn something from this for our own society.)

I love the Guild Sweetheart from MH Tri/3U. She's legitimately my favorite of all the Guild receptionists in Monster Hunter (at least those I’m familiar with). And she's trying so hard - she's really upset the Guild apparently forgot about them in this backwater village. Hang in there, sweetie!

"The Guild has permission to hunt and do research in the Moga Woods, and in exchange, we help the village with its problems." A fair trade, but I wonder if the Guild might have ulterior motives. Like, what are they doing with the research results? And do they really only permit just as much hunting as the monster population will allow, or is that just a farce? (I always trusted the Guild was true to their word, but after watching a few Monster Hunter lore videos, I'm not so sure. Ah, I was so gullible back then... xD)

The gossipy lady really loves her silly word games. (And so do I. xD)

"The Chief must have really good relationships with the Guild if he got a hunter like you to come to such a small village in the middle of nowhere." Not an unreasonable thought, actually... How did he convince the Guild to send a hunter to Moga if they otherwise completely ignore it? Is he friends with some of the higher-ups?

"For safety reasons, we’ve collected all information about monsters in a so-called "monster list"." Uh-huh... "Safety reasons"... I'm telling you, the Guild is definitely keeping secrets.

Okay, so the item seller really likes hunters. This reminds me, I think there's one single NPC in the entire series who couldn't stand hunters. (I believe it was some guy in Minegarde, though I can't say for sure since I've never been in that city myself.) Is this dude the only one or are there any others who actually dislike hunters?

I love the Outfitter with her "very important" virtual tests. Like yeah, I'm sure that fantasizing about slaying monsters with no first-hand experience will bring you that much closer to finding the "ideal weapon". (I gotta say, I love this kind of humor that Monster Hunter has - it's so dumb, but in a hilarious kind of way. The game knows it's dumb and doesn't take it too seriously, so it almost feels a bit like satire.)

I'm also quite fond of the Fishmongeress. She is warm-hearted and helpful, but also very assertive and knows what she wants. My kind of woman!

I love the dynamic between the two kids; like one is constantly bragging about how smart he is (while actually being really dumb), while the other, shy one is the actual smart one (can confirm this from personal experience xD).

Our local "whizz kid" tells us that the villagers are threshing rice at the windmills in Moga Village. (The ones you can see in the background near the armory and if you walk across the leftmost pier.) That’s probably what the farm is for, though I haven’t seen any paddy fields there.

You know what I find absolutely hilarious? The way the game incorporates gameplay tips. The villagers say stuff like "Okay, so try imagining a "screen", alright?" and "Try imagining a thing called "Wiimote". No kidding, just try it!". They talk about a yellow cursor ("I know: a what?!") like it's the weirdest thing ever, and "saving the game" is treated like some outlandish slang word. Like, the developers were probably aware that to the people in-universe, these explanations would sound entirely nonsensical, and they put in the extra effort to make it funny - I love it.

Also, the UI design in Tri is absolutely gorgeous. I love the "tribal" style the old games had going on. MH World can't hold a candle to this!

I remember there was an old post on the MH Lore Tumblr blog (sadly, it's been defunct for a while now) that in the MH universe, the Felynes are treated like cheap laborers who are always given the shit jobs nobody else wants to do. Considering how they're constantly seen in positions like chamberlain, farm worker etc., I believe there might actually be something to this. It's kind of sad, but these kitties really don't seem to have the best standing in MH society... :(

I love the Felyne-specific language, though. (Like hairstyling being "grooming", "child's play" is "kitten's play" and so on.) It's so endearing.

So, the shy kid tells me there's a cave at the farm, but I shouldn't go inside because the Chief is gonna get really mad if I do. The Head Farmer tells me it contains some kind of ancient weapon. From what I remember from 3U, that "weapon" is a mask for the Shakalaka. (It's funny how every Monster Hunter used to have this "special", sword-in-the-stone kind of weapon.)

Moga Woods (day)

I gotta say, from a gameplay perspective, I think the tutorial for Tri is really well done. It doesn't immediately throw you into a timed quest so you don't feel pressured from the get-go, and it introduces you to all core mechanics bit by bit.

Village Chief: "Can you hear me?" Yes, I can hear you. I'm not sure how you can speak to me since you technically should be back at the village, but I hear you. (Do these villagers have mastered the art of telepathy somehow?)

"My ancestors had a saying: "Wherever you go, there you are."" Wow - I never could've figured this out on my own. Truly, the wisdom of ages.

It's easy to forget, but MH Tri is actually the first Monster Hunter where gathering points are displayed. I remember how distressed I was when playing MH1 and realizing there were no pop-ups to mark gathering spots. (And now that I’m used MH1 and Freedom Unite, I have to get out of my habit of pressing the gathering button at suspicious looking places. xD)

"That's an Aptonoth: a herbivore. Eats... herbs." You don't say, Chief. You don't say.

I remember when I first played Monster Hunter, I felt so bad for killing an Aptonoth. Now, I’ve kinda gotten used to it - still wouldn’t say I feel good about it, though. ^^’

"You're just like me when I was your age! Of course, my stamina bar was way longer." Yeah, sure - just don't forget to toot your own horn.

When finding the Chief's Son: "Sorry we couldn't talk yesterday, though natural disasters are a great conversational topic!" I've said it once, I will say it again: I love Monster Hunter’s humor.

"I'm Juni-- Er, I'm the Chief’s Son." Ohh, do I hear someone having daddy issues?

"Our tent and bocce set were in that destroyed camp." Oh, no - due to the earthquake, the villagers can't play bocce anymore. What a tragedy.

”I’m so hungry, I could eat an Aptonoth.” Well, friend, you’re in luck - I’ve just slaughtered one of these beasties.

Aaand he snatches the meat right up. Okay, dude - have fun grilling. I’ll just go back to the village all on my lonesome, I guess…

And thus, after finding the lost son and completing our first job for McDelivery, we return to the village...

To be continued

#monster hunter #monster hunter tri #monster hunter tri diary #gaming diary

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iamthecomet · 10 months

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cooommmeeeettttt

i’m starting this off by asking how are you? (because this might be one of the more unhinged things i’ve said and also i’m not here often and feel like i need to get niceties out of the way before i go feral 😅)

but anyways into the insanity-

in the interest of self exploration (wink wink) i have inflicted some pretty decent bruises/cuts/scrapes

sometimes it freaks me out but at the same time i almost find looking at the marks is hotter than inflicting them

but now i’m stuck thinking about how the ghoul/ettes would each feel about the marks left by their partners the next day. like who flaunts them, who uses them as inspiration for some self love, who can’t stop looking at them?

-yours in filth, 🦷

Hiiiiiiiii I'm goooodd. I hope you're doing well too! God I have so many thoughts about this, let me try to corral them.

Ghoul/ette mark appreciation/habits/something under the cut.

Dew: for sure gets off on any marks that get left on him over and over again. Pressing down hard on the place in his belly he can still feel Mountain's cock. Curling his own fingers around his throat and pressing down on the fingerprints pressed to his skin by Rain's fingers. Rain: likes to look. He already loves to look at himself. It's made even better when he's painted in bruises, marks from Dew's fangs, or Swiss' fingers. Welts from Cirrus' riding crop. Whatever he can. He always asks for them in places he can look at later. Especially loves to see his ribs and thighs decorated. Aether: Doesn't think much about them after the fact. Lives very in the moment. Looking at them doesn't get him off--the bite of pain they provide doesn't either. But sometimes, when he's alone and horned up. He'll dig his fingers into a scabbing slice and use his quintessence magic to put him back into that moment. Sometimes it's even better the second time. Cirrus: Does not let just anyone mark her. And she doesn't mark particularly easily. So any marks on Cirrus' body are sacred, reserved only for her and the person who made them. There are ghouls in the abbey who have never seen a love bite on Cirrus' skin. She cherishes the ones she allows, loves them. Wears them proudly for whoever gave them to her (but no one else). Cumulus: Bruises like a peach. Almost always seems to have hickies on her neck and collarbones, and tits. Not shy about showing them off. Loves to slip her skirt a little higher on her skirt so she can press her fingers into the dark ones on her thighs, into the deep bites made by fangs. Likes to show them off to other pack members as an invitation to do their worst--to see what they can add to the canvas that is her body. Sunshine: Heals super fast, hates it. Doesn't get to hold onto any sex injuries for very long. But that doesn't stop her from trying. When they do stay for longer than twenty-four hours she has to show them off. Likes to talk about them, much like Cumulus. Will say things like "Well, Cirrus did this one and I've had it for two days! You can't compete" (because she really wants them to compete about it.) Aeon: Strangely shy about marks left on him. Really really loves being marked up by someone's mouth. But likes to keep those things close to him. Those marks are gifts to him, because he was a good boy. No one else needs to see them or know how bad they are. But when he's alone he definitely takes himself apart by closing his eyes and digging his fingers into them and telling himself how good he's been.

Aurora: Somewhere between Aeon and Rain. Loves to be marked, loves that little ache of pain. But doesn't really want to show them off to anyone but herself. She'll stand in front of her mirror the day after a rough session and run her fingers over all her bruises, cataloging them all, remembering the exact moments they were made. Then (after a brief distraction) will go about her day like they're not even there and nothing happened. Those are for her pleasure. No on else's. Mountain: Doesn't particularly care about looking at them, doesn't use them as a way to get off necessarily. But definitely gets a little jolt of want when he accidentally aggravates it. When he sits down after a night bent over Dew's knee he has to bite back a whine as the ache pours through him. Swiss: Likes to show them off--has to. Will go shirtless after a particularly rough session with Cirrus. If Rain has flayed his back open with his claws, everyone has to see it. Always wears v-neck t-shirts when his neck is fucked up.

#comet canons #comet writes #this has given me TOO MANY IDEAS #🦷#🦷 never stop sending me filth like this #i love it so much #ghoul thoughts #the band ghost headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons

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Heya :) it's been a while!

Hi, my name is Dolly (she/her) and I've had this blog for quite some time! In the past I've done things like open up free readings, or create discord servers as a way to feel a sense of community, but this time around I think I'm okay with just being here instead of seeking attention and validation. A new era of this blog marks my first steps toward ACTUAL self-discovery and growth.

This was initially a side blog but now it's the main one I use. But since it's technically a side blog, if you see any likes/follows from @ibitch-plus that's me lol!

I just thought I'd make a pinned post sharing a little about myself, and I'll try to keep it brief but I'm bad at that.

The direction this blog is going to be going is ideally going to be personal, intimate, focused on my own growth as a person, and focused on my growth in my practice. I plan on being vulnerable and fairly open but not to the point where it's a burden on followers. I just want this to become a safe space for myself and others to share if they have been feeling like they're lacking in personal growth/their practice. You're not alone! And you're welcome to follow me and join me on my journey to help inspire your own journey!

I'm 23, I'm a Virgo sun, Gemini moon, Gemini rising, and I have an air dominant chart with a Gemini stellium!

I started researching and learning about Witchcraft in 2014/2015, so I guess I’ve been practicing on and off for 8-ish years. Still feel like a baby witch though, and ready to keep learning.

While I do love witchy aesthetics, my witchy blog has always been more dedicated to research, resources, and text posts along with my own personal photos, anecdotes, spells, and journey.

My witchy interests include:

Tarot

Herbalism

Botany

Kitchen Witchery

Astrology

The Moon

Sigils

Glamour Magic

Low effort Witchcraft

Natural products (making my own salves, tinctures, balms, etc!)

Aphrodite

All Greek pantheon, honestly

Spirits/Entities/Demons/Deities of all kinds

Crystals

Pendulums, and most other forms of divination

Mixology

Probably so many more but I can't think of any more specific ones!

My non witchy interests include:

Video games! Mostly Nintendo Switch gaming and cozy games but I play a lot of stuff on PC and some on other consoles, too!

Cartoons! Kids cartoons, adult cartoons, anime. I just like it better when it doesn't have real people in it. I love Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, recently been into Bob's Burgers, I'm just a big cartoon fan!

Cats! I have 2 boy kitties, a little black one and a big ol' orange dude. They're my favorite, and I love pretty much all cats in general.

Piercings and tattoos! I work in a tattoo shop, currently working on my piercing apprenticeship!

Mixology! Again, lol! I find the art of making and creating cocktails to be very witchy, but also just super fun in non-witchy ways.

Fashion! I love clothes and shoes, and I can never stick to one aesthetic

Pool! Like, as in billiards! Super random but it's fun and I've gotten a lot better over the past couple years!

Pretty much any hobby ever! Soap making, candle making, baking, embroidery, hand sewing, cosmetic making, jewelry making, singing, makeup, playing instruments, I just love to do it all.

Okay that's enough about me, like I said I'm bad at keeping it brief but there ya go! Can't wait to get back into the community. <3

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Inspired by harassing @kiestrokes with the below image, cast your kpop Alice in Wonderland

What did Lokie do to deserve such a cute attack?

I have been thinking on this for days and here's what I've got… I only went for the main characters I could remember, so if I missed any big ones remind me and I'll keep thinking!

Alice - Ten - Okay, I swear this isn't just because he looks amazing in the costume! I think he shares a lot of Alice's traits - he's curious and playful, but also headstrong and determined and doesn't put up with other people's nonsense

The White Rabbit - Han Jisung - Poor Han was the first person I thought of - he's just an anxious bundle of energy sometimes. He takes his work seriously, so I can picture him fretting bout being late for a very important date!

The Queen of Hearts - Hoseok - TELL ME DANCE LEADER HOBI DOESN'T STRIKE HEART INTO THE FEAR OF *EVERYONE.* I absolutely think he could reach the Queen's full-throttle mania if he let himself go.

The Cheshire Cat - Hongjoong - Yeahhhhhh I just like the idea of him wearing a maddening smile and teasing Alice constantly. Pushing her to do the wrong thing. That's all it is. (I did think maybe Yoongi for a moment, but seemed too obvious to make him a cat.)

The Caterpillar - Lee Know - Another one who seemed too obvious the choice for the cat. I think his energy is a better fit for this character - he basically just gets to sit and roast Alice to her face and frustrate her until he turns into a butterfly and deserts her. That's Minho to me.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee - Jungkook and Seokjin - Because Jinkook share one brain cell like these twins.

The Mad Hatter - Jackson Wang - I resisted the urge to make him the villain. Hatter's not a villain; he's not trying to hinder Alice. He just does what he wants when he wants to and it doesn't benefit anyone but himself. Thanks for giving me the idea Luce 😆

The March Hare - Mark (NCT) - From what I remember about the March Hare, he was always confused but very chill/happy about it. That's Mark Lee in a nutshell.

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The Dormouse - Woozi - He's just a lil' guy who wants to sleep.

Okay, feel free to add your own suggestions and tell me where I'm wrong or just praise me 😁💕

#dreamcasting #alice in wonderland #nct #ateez #svt #ot8 #ot7 #jackson wang #asks #lovely moots #minttangerines

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daisyishedwig · 7 months

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Fic writers tag

I was tagged by @kurtsascot, thank you for the tag!

And I'm tagging @calsvoid and @lusthurts and anyone else who wants to participate.

1. how many works do you have an ao3?

I have 37 on AO3 and 80 on FF.net, and most things from my AO3 are on FF excluding like 3 fics. I'm including my FF account because that's where I started posting many many years ago and continued to update until a couple yers ago when I transferred to just posting on AO3. There is a lot of fics on my FF that I haven't crossposted to AO3 yet, and some I probably never will.

2. whats your ao3 word count?

AO3 is 217,634 and FF.net is 287,357

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Nowadays, just Glee, though I do have some WIPs for Stranger Things, Captive Prince, Magnus Archives, and Hatcetfield that I do want to post /someday/. When I started I wrote Supernatural. And over the years I've also written Doctor Who, Takin Over the Asylum, Harry Potter.

4. top 5 fics by kudos

Not So Dapper, Dare, and This Isn't Love all tie for first place with 171. Then there is Chance at 164, I'm Never Letting You Go at 157, Don't You Dare at 150, and Don't Tell Me What You're Thinking at 144.

On FF.Net (by favorites) its The Thoughts I Can't Deny at 163, The Unspoken Rule at 120, A Strange Realization at 142, Icy Love at 101, and Maybe We Can Be Okay at 93.

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I certainly try! I'm always torn between giving hints and secrets and wanting to keep everything close to my chest so the closer someone is to guessing a big plot point or asking a question that I can't answer without spoiling, the less likely I am to respond. Which is why I'm better at responding on one shots, because there's nothing to spoil!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ohhhh, probably Say Your Name While Our Tongues Are Tied. There's probably a Blangst fic from back in the day that has a sadder ending, but they're usually at least hopeful. Say Your Name just feels very helpless, like it's hard to envision a world where anyone walks away from this situation happy, you know?

7. whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A Place To Call Home, probably, even though I haven't posted it yet. The Thoughts I Can't Deny probably would have if I'd actually written an ending for it, lol. Tear Down My Reason is definitely very happy, and I Could Touch the Teardrops on Your Face is probably the sappiest ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I know I have in the past but I don't remember for what or why, which means it probably didn't really stick with me. And from what I do remember I think it was largely from people who didn't like the characters or ships I was writing about and would come to bitch about that and I'd be like, if you hate Blaine Anderson so much, why are you reading a Klaine fic? I do kind of remember a Kurtofsky shipper coming to complain about how "abusive" Blaine is and I was just like, sure, Jan, when you ship Kurt with the person who threatened to kill him, you definitely have a leg to stand on.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I don't as much as I used to and I actually tend to skip over it a lot. I've been much more into the emotional aspect and only really write the sex if I feel like it will add to the heart of what I'm writing.

But oh boy did I used to. And when I did it was pretty much exclusively D/s and kink stuff, and even when it wasn't there would at least be some form of powerplay or marking in an otherwise vanilla scene, just so my kinky brain would have something to latch onto.

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one youve ever written?

Only on occasion? Like I'm currently working on a White Collar/Glee fic and a Magnus Archives/Hatchetfield fic. Aside from that it will be more like just an AU or inspired by a different media. So like, Sebastian Smythe is the flash, but other characters from The Flash don't really appear. Or my Mrs. Winterbourne Seblaine AU. Or the Spies Are Forever inspired Seblaine AU I have currently only managed to write 300 words in.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have. I remember someone turning the original Icy Love (which I still haven't crossposted to AO3, oops) into a Larry fic. And I know I've seen some of my stuff around any time there's a new website stealing things from AO3 and putting it behind a paywall. But at some point I got to lazy to care.

I did have a scare a litte while ago where I thought someone had stolen one of my fics because someone commented saying they'd read it under the username comewhattklaine before and I was like I have /never/ used that username before. I've used a lot of pennames over the years but never that one and I went absolutely crazy trying to find where someone with that username at stolen my fic. And then I realized that on my old Scarvesandcoffee account, I had used that name, but that website had been dead for so long i'd forgotten about it.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I feel like I have but I cant for the life of me remember what.

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes! @itallstartedwithharry and I wrote Tear Down My Reason together. It was an absolutely incredible experience and I always wish that she had the time to write together again because we worked so well together. I was really good at word vomiting on the page and she was really good at cleaning it up and making it more coherent and actually sounding nice. Which is part of why I still ask her to beta for me on fics that are really important to me because she tends to just get what I'm trying to say better than I do sometimes. Like she's been absolutely incredible with betaing A Place to Call Home for me and I'm so glad to have her because she just makes me a better writer.

14. fave all time ship?

Okay. This one is complicated. Because Klaine was my otp to end all otps for so many many years. Klaine means the world to me, it was so incredibly important to me as a teenager and to me accepting my own queerness and feeling safe to come out to my mom (because we bonded a lot over shipping Klaine) and I have written hundreds of thousands of words about those two.

But Seblaine. Ohmygod Seblaine. I have reached a point in my life where my brain is more interested in the kind of stories those two can supply me. In this concept of quantum entanglement that will always pull them together but never ever let it be /easy/ for them. There's just some ways in which I think they're better for each other, I think in some ways they bring out the worst in each other, but that in turn allows to them to truly see the best in each other too. I think the tragedy of their story as it happened is beautiful and cruel. And I just want to explore every crevice of their brains and to never let them go. At some point, Klaine became too easy. They'll always get their happy ending (at least in canon). But Seblaine never will. And the art that can be made from a relationship like that intrigues me far more.

15. wip you want to finish but doubt you will?

Probably La Pute. Of all my old WIPs, it's the most likely to be finished (because I do have some pretty extensive notes on how the plot was supposed to go). But at the same time, that kind of fic that I loved to read and write when I was young (dubcon, noncon, slave fics, etc.) just doesn't interest me the way it used to.

If I were to psychoanalyze myself i'd probably say that my love for stories like that was deeply derived from my sexual repression and inner angst (largely driven by vast amounts of untreated mental illness) that I had no real life experience to draw from so I just used these dark dark stories as a way to try and release any of those emotions. But now as an adult I've lived through many traumas and general life shittiness and I can now find a release for my inner turmoil in writing about things more close to life instead of having to reach into that level of darkness.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Oh I don't even know. I think probably dialogue? That's what usually comes the easiest to me so it's what I would assume, but I'm honestly not sure.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

I tell more than I show. Like I try to describe body language and expression in a way that isn't just "he shifted anxiously" "He looked pissed", stuff like that. But I'm just not great at it, so I tend to just tell the reader what a character is feeling more than anything else.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I'm always drawn to the idea of doing it, but I don't just want to like copy and paste the lines into google translate, you know? And I don't speak any other languages and most of the friends I have that do speak the languages I would want to translate lines into (namely Tagolog and French) aren't Glee fans, so I don't want to make them translate for me.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Unpublished? Inuyasha/Naruto/Harry Potter/Bleach/probably some other things. I wrote a very extensive self insert fic when I was like 9 or 10 that involved all of those fandoms but it never even got typed up and I lost the binder I was keeping it in probably nearly two decades ago.

Published though it was definitely Supernatural.

20. fave fic youve written?

A Place To Call Home was such a long endeavor and something that was very important to me to finish and it means a lot to me to have finally finished it.

Maybe We Can Be Okay is probably one of my most well-received fics considering the dark content and complex themes. And I'm still really proud of it.

And then it's not out yet, but my fic for the I Want You Back day of 10 Days of Seblaine has been a very difficult fic to write but I'm really happy with how its turning out and I can't wait to share it with you all in November.

#personal #daisyishedwig writes #glee #seblaine #klaine #sebklaine

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Hi I love your art style! Especially how dynamic your poses and how distinct and expressive your faces are.

For somebody currently struggling with their own style, do you mind sharing how you got to where you got? Probably lots of studies, right? 😅

Did you focus on realism and built your more stylized take on that? I'm mostly a digital artist but I have heard that practicing a lot with pencil and paper may help, do you have any experiences with that?

I'd love to hear if you have any advice <3

Hey! First of all, thanks so much! ♥

In terms of stylization, aiming for and sticking to a single style is something I've heard that some people do, but was never something I really thought about too much myself. I started by just copying the artists I liked, so in the beginning I was just mimicking another's style 1:1 for the most part. After doing that with several artists, the styles naturally started to blend together, until I was eventually able to develop a more conscious sensibility of what I did/didn't want to include, which just comes through a lot of the practice. Over the years my style has been really all over the place, from Extremely anime influenced, to western comic book style and cartoonish, to fairly strict realism, to where I am now which I think is something like stylized realism. It's inevitable that you'll go through a few styles as you grow as an artist, even if you're only sticking to one genre, and I believe it's important to allow that to happen, rather than trying to strictly force yourself to stick to one in specific. I don't draw in the styles I used to, but I think little touches of it still remain in my current one, which I think helps give it a little bit of uniqueness. In regard to my current style though, yes, I do studies from life almost every day to help me keep a strong grasp on realistic anatomy as well as to continue to grow my understanding of it. I use references too with almost all my drawings, but then I add stylization on top of it, which is something I wasn't able to do with much success until I had been practicing for years, so don't be discouraged if this is a struggle. I will say though as soon as I began to do studies regularly, my improvement went like 500% faster than it had before; just about the only thing I wish I'd done differently on my journey with art would have been to start doing studies from life sooner. So if stylized realism is a style you're interested in, I can't recommend that enough! And even for more cartoonish styles, the better your understanding of forms and anatomy, the easier time you'll have exaggerating it confidently, tbh. Re: digital versus pen and paper, this isn't so much related to style specifically, but even as a primarily digital artist myself, I highly recommend getting in some practice with real media too. It forces you to be more deliberate and decisive with your mark making, especially if you're using something like pen-- once the line is made, you can't erase it-- and that skill carries over to how you draw your lines digitally. I still try to do pen studies at least once a month and I think it definitely influences the confidence of my digital lines. Lastly, I'd also say keeping some sort of inspiration board is a great tool. I have a side blog for saving pieces that I see which I would like to incorporate elements of into my own style, whether because I liked the way the figure was posed, the expressions, the artist's mark making, the composition, the interaction between the subjects, etc. There's so much like that which all goes into influencing an artist's specific style and it's really interesting to think about when you consider what you want from your own! Whenever I'm feeling a little dry on inspiration I look through my dash over there or in the folder of inspiration I've saved and it almost always helps get some new ideas flowing. Like I said, I don't think it's necessarily a good idea to focus in on just one specific style and constrain yourself that way, but to instead consider how you'd like to use bits and pieces of many styles can be very helpful to growing your own. There's a whole lot more than can be said on this subject, but I hope this much is of some help to you ♥♥

#i've also been rereading one of my favorite books on style recently that i've been intending to post some excerpts from soon #it says a lot of things far more eloquently than I could so maybe also look for that post i make in the near future :D

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