#REALLY LOVE THE POSES AND EXPRESSIONS HERE SUPER GOOD !!!!

[drewsbuzzcut]

Behind The Scenes

Mat Barza x fem!model!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: some jealousy, a guy being a creep, smut, pregnancy, being naked, mentions nerves

Takes place early 2025

“I’m cold,” you complain with a shiver and scoot closer to Mat, letting his warmth heat up your body.

Right now you’re both on set for a photoshoot with Vogue. You and Mat are going to be on the cover, which is one of the biggest honors and you’re so excited. Aside from this being a big time shoot, you and your boyfriend are also announcing your first pregnancy to the world. You’re excited and nervous while Mat cannot stop talking about it. You’re happy that he’s excited and that he’s doing this cover with you.

“Come here, baby. Let me warm you up,” he wraps his arms around you, his large hands resting on the expanse of your back. He quickly makes all of your goosebumps disappear as if they were never there.

“I’m really nervous. This is going to be big news. Everyone is going to freak out,” you pout at him.

Gently, you cup his cheeks and squish them together. It earns your boyfriend’s famous cackle and it makes your heart melt.

“It’s exciting. I think I might’ve been a model in my past life,” he says and sways you in his arms. He fidgets with the seam of your robe, immediately alerting you that he has some nerves.

“I mean if all else fails, you have modeling to fall back on,” you roll your eyes as you tease him. You hope that it’ll wash away his hidden nerves.

“Haha,” he shakes his head with sass and it makes you giggle.

“Y/n and Mat, we’re ready for you,” an assistant informs you.

“Ready Mr. super model?” You ask, carding your fingers through his already tousled hair.

“So ready!” He guides you to the setup, eyes glued on you as you peel off your robe.

It’s the one thing he doesn’t like about today. The inspiration behind this photo shoot is being comfortable in your own skin and embracing the simplicity of being bare with someone you’re comfortable with. Mat doesn’t have a problem with it at all, he’s confident with his body and you’re confident with your body. The problem is that everyone who’s behind the scenes will see your breasts. Your breasts that have grown with being pregnant, and that are for his eyes only. Mat usually wouldn’t mind because it’s your job and he’d never tell you what to do or not to do with your body. For him, it’s mainly about the people gawking at you with no shame. It makes his skin crawl with jealousy.

“Pose 1, guys.”

You and Mat both stand, your chest pressed into his bare one while he rests his hands on your hips. You stare into his eyes while the cameras flash around you, partially thankful that this first round will only focus on your bodies. He mouths a silent “I love you” and you slightly lean up to kiss him.

“I love you,” you whisper into his lips.

Mat can’t help but take in your soft features and the way your eyes softly peer into his. He wishes he can caress your cheeks the way he usually would when you flash him a loving expression.

You smile at the way his hands flex over your hips. You know him well enough to know that he’d put his hands on your cheeks if he could.

Soft moments like these make it seem like everything around you disappears. The cameras aren’t on you or your baby daddy and it’s just you two in the room.

It sadly doesn’t last long.

“Pose 2!”

Mat moves to sit on the floor with one leg propped up. You straddle his lap and hold onto the sides of his torso. His hands go to your ass, giving you a hearty squeeze that makes you giggle.

“Sorry, I had to. Your ass looks too good in these jeans,” Mat muses, eyebrows lifting in a casual cool sense.

A red, hot flush fills your cheeks adding to your already glowing skin. You love the way Mat always gives you attention. It’s like he was born to compliment and love you.

He’s so sexy.

“Okay, this angle isn’t working so we need to see your side profiles. Mat, we need you to smolder and Y/n, do your open mouth pout with your head tilted back. You’re going to have your breasts right under his chin,” the photographer guides you.

Mat feels his chest tighten when he realizes everyone will get a good look at your boobs. He has a hard time not making eye contact with those who stare at you like they’ve never seen a pair of boobs in their entire lives. Even the bright flash can’t distract him. At least your thumb swiping at the skin of his torso helps him relax.

“Great! Y/n, you look amazing,” one of the assistants says, making Mat snarl at him. It’s almost like he isn’t even there, posing in the same picture.

“Okay! Next pose.”

Mat moves to fully face the camera while you move to his side, hugging his arm and blocking your nudity from the camera. As you do so, Mat watches the eyes of many men who can’t seem to look away. As you were adjusting your pose, your breasts were out in the open and those guys took it as the perfect opportunity to stare.

He lets out a silent huff which gathers your attention.

“What’s wrong?” You ask after a picture is taken.

“These men keep staring at you like you’re something to eat and it doesn’t sit right with me,” he explains, trying not to let his facial features show his jealousy. It doesn’t work, though. His face is set in a frown and his lips are pouty.

You kiss his jaw and nudge your nose into his skin.

“I love you, baby, but they’re just making sure we’re all doing what we’re supposed to do,” you reason with him.

You’re used to being exposed around many people and sometimes their eyes tend to wander for longer than usual, but it’s never bothered you. You can understand your boyfriend, though. He’s not used to everyone seeing you.

“Well, they don’t need to be staring at you,” he grunts.

You turn his face towards yours and slant your lips over his. Something about him being jealous turns you on. It shows just how much he craves you, despite being pregnant and it’s an ego boost.

“You’re so hot,” you whisper, eyes darkening with lust.

Quickly his mood flips and he’s matching your smirk with one of his own.

“One more before break!” You’re both snapped out of your lustrous haze.

For this photo, it’s just you. You lay out on the floor with your hair fanning out around your head. You cover your breasts with your hands just so the main focus can be your growing bump.

The main photographer lets her apprentice take a few shots. He’s standing above you, getting a bird’s eye view while Mat seethes in the back.

“Damn, you’re one lucky guy. The rack on her is insane,” Mat hears to his side.

His blood boils and the veins in his neck start to pop out. Does that guy know who he’s talking to?

“Excuse you?” Mat says finally turning to see who was audacious enough to utter those words.

“You’re one lucky man. I bet you hit that every night. I know I would,” the other guy groans, eyes locked in on you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Have some fucking respect and take your eyes off my wife,” Mat growls, stepping closer to the jerk.

He’s done with these guys thinking they can just stare at what’s his. There’s also no way in hell Mat would ever let a man talk so crudely about another woman, let alone his girl.

“Dude chill!”

“I’m not your ‘dude.’ You need to keep your fucking mouth shut,” Mat almost roars and everyone stops what they’re doing.

You hurriedly pull on your robe and make your way to the scene.

“Are you okay?” You ask your man, hands coming to rest on his heaving chest. His skin is hot under your palms. His eyes hold even more fire.

“Everything’s fine because he will be leaving,” Mat claims, not asking permission for this guy to be thrown out.

“No way!” The guy yells.

“Can we get this guy out of here, he’s causing unnecessary issues,” you ask a higher up.

Everyone moves in a haste to get the guy off set and make sure everything is all good.

“Everyone take 30!”

You cup Mat’s cheeks and stare into his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re fine?”

“I am now,” he whispers, pulling you into a chaste kiss that isn’t enough for you.

He moves you to a secluded corner, crowding you into the wall with his muscled frame. Mat inhales a deep breath and looks around at your surroundings. Even though you’re both hidden, people can still be heard and partially seen.

Allowing his emotions to drive his actions, he pulls your lips to his by the back of your neck. Your hands eagerly hold onto his firm body. His tongue thrusts into your mouth, dominating yours as one of your legs comes up to wrap over his hips. You try to grind against him as you feel the wanton need for friction take over.

“Are you wet?” He asks against the shell of your ear, his lip dragging down the side of your face.

“Yes,” you respond, nodding your head just in case he doesn’t hear you.

“It’s all for you,” you state, pulling him into another kiss.

“Damn right. You’re my girl and you’re carrying my baby,” your boyfriend claims, a hand rubbing your small bump.

“Fuck me, Maty,” you whine and pull him impossibly closer to you. You don’t care if there is people around or if he fucks you into the wall. You just want his cock inside of you.

“Come with me,” he says, pulling you back to the most recent setup.

It’s a king size bed made up with cream colored bedding. It’s displayed for the next round of photos, but Mat would never have sex with you in an uncomfortable position- especially while you’re pregnant. So for now, the bed is yours and he’s about to take you on it.

You pull him into another kiss as he lays you down, your legs coming to wrap around his waist. Your boyfriend sits up on his knees, his hands reaching out to pull off your jeans and robe. You lay bare in front of him, feeling warmth cascade over you. He pulls down his own pants and underwear, leaning over you to caress your body with his lips.

“Who do you belong to?” He questions, lips right next to your ear and his fingers collecting your wetness.

“You,” you whine and rut your hips up into his hand, desperate to feel him fill you up.

“Who?” He teases, fisting himself before guiding his tip to your entrance.

“You,” you gasp as he slides into with an ease that’s only possible with being pregnant. When you get wet, you get wet.

“Oh my god,” you moan, hands gripping the sheets underneath you. The feeling of him sliding into you takes you to another planet.

“Look at you dripping for me,” he grunts, hands on your hips as he starts to fasten his pace.

He’s hard and heavy, snug between your wet walls. The thick head of his cock nudges deep inside of you, making you clench down on him.

“It’s all for you,” you moan and rut your hips up into his movements.

He cups your bouncing breasts, eliciting a squeal due to the sensitivity. Your arousal drips down his shaft, drawing Mat’s attention to where he’s splitting you open. Your pussy sucks him in and pulls away every shred of sanity he has left.

“Your pussy is mine,” he moans, pushing your legs as far into your chest as possible. He pounds into you, a thick finger coming down to circle your clit.

“All yours, baby,” you whine.

“You take my cock so well baby,” he praises you, words sweet but cocky.

His eyes are molten and you can feel the heat wash over you as he stares at you.

Whimpers and the squelching of wet skin hitting wet skin echo off the walls. You flutter around him, your greedy hands reach out to wherever you can reach. Your blunt nails dig into his skin, leaving angry red lines behind.

“I’m cumming,” you scream as you release around him.

Your entire body tenses up before the brunt of your orgasm crashes into you. Your body arches off the bed and full body chills work their way on your body.

“You’re so sexy carrying my baby. You enjoy being pumped with my cum, don’t you? I’m going to keep fucking you until you’re dripping with my cum,” he heaves out through his labored breathing.

His hips snap into yours and you can feel him pulse inside of you. Thick ropes of cum paint your walls as he stills his movements and then he pulls out to spurt the rest on your mound. His abdomen twitches, his own orgasm crashing into him with a heavy force. Sweat drips down his pretty face and his curls stick to his forehead.

As he catches his breath, he watches his release spill out of your spent hole. It’s a sight he’ll never get over, especially how you flutter around nothing because you miss the feeling of being full.

“I love you,” you sigh, finally coming back down.

He rubs his cock against your pussy, making sure to collect every single drop of cum. Soon he’s fucking his cum back into you and you feel another knot form in your tummy.

“I love you, baby. Your fucking pussy was made for me,” he responds, eyes closed and head tossed back.

His hips slowly rock into you and before you know it, your walls are collapsing on him again. You tremble as you welcome the surge of electricity to hurdle through your body.

“Just like that, baby. I love you,” he whispers against your lips. He continues to slowly thrust into you, hips moving like honey.

You softly push at him before you can feel the effects of your overstimulated muscles.

He carefully rolls off of you, but pulls you back into his side. He caresses your body with gentle hands- a stark contrast to the roughness he just displayed.

“Are you okay?” He kisses your temple, moving your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Perfect,” you reply as you kiss on his neck.

You rub at his torso and watch how he reacts to your touch. There’s nothing more appealing than your man becoming weak at the tips of your fingers. It makes your core tighten and drip with arousal, or it could just be his release pooling out of you again.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he rasps, mouth coming down to catch one of your nipples.

You lean into his affection, blood pumping with fervor all over again. Being pregnant has made you incredibly insatiable and with Mat being incredibly beautiful, you cannot get enough of him.

“We have like 5 minutes left,” you inform him.

He cocks an eyebrow up and smirks at you. He quickly moves down your body, spreading you open, and eats your pussy like the starved man he is.

5 minutes later, no one questions your unkempt hair or the content grins you both wear.

a/n: Sorry this has taken so long😭 I hope you all enjoy this!!

#mat barzal #mat barzal angst #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #visceral in doses #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders

[jayie-the-hufflepuff]

Alright, here's the last piece of art I currently have done, and not gonna lie I'm pretty proud of it. ^^ When the excerpt for Wind came out a few days ago, I was inspired to draw this scene from it, so here it is. :D

Here we have Frostpaw glaring up at Splashtail, her eyes glitteirng with starlight and the true light of StarClan's blessing, angry and hurt but more than anything determined to keep this cat from hurting her Clan any longer. The scar from Splashtail's attempt on her life is prominently displayed on her throat as she lifts her head to face him. Nightheart and Sunbeam, not as invigorated with the certainty of StarClan's guidance, more weary and worried, but still ready to be there for Frostpaw (well Nightheart is since he's her friend, Sunbeam barely knows her yet and doesn't really know what's going on and is more confused and worried, but if this Splashtail is a threat then she'll absolutely face that threat beside her mate and his friend). Splashtail, meanwhile, knows he has the Clans convinced and that Frostpaw is powerless to stop him from finally taking over RiverClan, and while keeping his composure in front of the Clans, the slight shift of expression, the glint in his eyes and the way his moonlight form thrown into shadow throws its vast shadow over the cats huddled in worried but determined defiance below, shows the true darkness in his heart.

I'm super, SUPER proud of how this turned out. :D Especially the bottom half of the image with Splashtail in the tree. I love how the tree turned out, the perspective, the lighting, the texture, Splashtail himself, his pose, his shading, the glint in his eyes. It just turned out so freaking *good*, I love it so much. :D The bottom half isn't quite as good, I'm really happy with how Frostpaw turned out but Nightheart and Sunbeam still seem a bit off, but oh well. Overall I'm still really proud of how the whole thing turned out. :D

#a starless clan spoilers #wind spoilers #warrior cats #erin hunter #warriors #wc #a starless clan #Frostpaw #nightheart #sunbeam #splashtail

[animehouse-moe]

Questions Of Love In Bucchigiri!?

Hiroko Utsumi is no stranger to distilling homoeroticism into their works, but Bucchigiri!? is able to take it a step further as it intertwines with the hypermasculine idea of fighting and gangs. Because of that, Bucchigiri!? poses two questions to the definition of love and how people experience it.

"What is love versus lust?"

Truthfully, it's a rather simple question to answer (at least to someone outside of high school). The point being the depth of feeling. Lust is strong but shallow, while love moves much deeper.

And the second episode in particular expresses this very strongly through the two gang leaders, Marito and Ken.

They don't feel any way in particular about Arajin until they feel their punch. After that, like Marito says, they just can't forget about it. That's all they know about this kid, "his" punch. And that's all they want from him as well.

The point is to express superficial lust towards Arajin because of something they only experience one single time. They believe that they want the strength behind the person no matter what because of a single moment.

And it's a great comparison to make against Matakara's feelings for Arajin.

Matakara doesn't need to feel "Arajin's" strength to know how he feels about him. On the contrary, he only ever needed to fight (really train) beside him to come to understand that emotion. Even more than that is Matakara's understanding of Arajin outside of fights, and he focuses in specifically on Arajin's passivity and carefulness.

Because of that, you can begin to draw the conclusion that "Lust" is represented by actions involving violence and action, while "Love" stems more from passivity and aversion in this context. Which I think is really really great. It's sort a sort of symbolic explanation of the whole point of violence being boorish and shallow while other communication is deeper and more valuable.

"How much is love worth if they don't love you for who you are?"

Super easy example here with this one. Just look at the Love Forever stone Arajin gives Mahoro vs the friendship one that he gave Matakara.

The whole point is that Arajin's love in the hands of someone who doesn't love him isn't valuable at all, nor is it valuable in the hands of someone that doesn't love him for who he is.

Marito and Ken can only feel something for Arajin because of the strength channeled through him by Senya. It's something entirely foreign to Arajin as a person, and represents both how shallow the gang leaders are, but also how shallow Arajin is.

Loving yourself is something that's tricky to do, and obviously especially so for high school kids. I think it's well understood at this point that Arajin struggles to love himself in a meaningful way, and that's expressed by his willingness to take on Senya.

Case and point being that he intentionally used Senya's strength to try and make himself look good in front of Mahoro, and in the same way used it against Ken to the same effect.

He's afraid of being and accepting himself, so he's allowed something else to speak for him. And while that catches the eye of many, including Matakara, Arajin himself already knows that it's nothing more than a farce to save face.

It's just... really great work in terms of narrative as it bundles so many different aspects of love together to create this complicated web that all stems from Arajin's inability to love himself. Matakara loves the current Arajin, but that Arajin is unable to face himself so he runs from the reflection that Matakara offers and buries himself in lust and unrequited romance.

And that all just comes from high school kids duking it out for fun alongside mystical fighting people that can merge with humans.

It's definitely a step up the symbolic ladder in comparison to Sk8 The Infinity, but I think it's allowed Utsumi to express much more in terms of romance through implicit narratives.

These first two episodes have been incredible, and I'm loving every moment and want to share every bit, but the overall production effort Mappa's been putting in leaves me in an awkward spot for sharing stuff like this.

I really love to, and I want to celebrate the efforts of the staff behind the series, but Mappa rains on that parade with its terrible scheduling and work ethic. The credits are a veritable mess that make episodes like this an incredible feat. And I'll celebrate that and share what I want to, but I do also want to call out Mappa for their terrible work as a studio.

#bucchigiri?! #mappa studio #mappa #utsumi hiroko #hiroko utsumi #sk8 the infinity #anime original #anime and manga #anime #anime reccs #anime recommendation #anime review

[alkalinefrog]

Hey Alka, I had a quick question for you (whenever you have the time to answer or even if you have the time), I've been taking some storyboard classes and with my illustration background, it's been hard to really find a good shorthand for characters to really get that anatomy/gesture looking right without it being too sketchy and unreadable.

How long did it take you to find your storyboard shorthand, and what exercises would you recommend to try to find it? I'm sure it just takes time and practice, I've been doing a lot more studies and gesture drawings (currently following along all the free Glenn Vilppu videos I can find on youtube) but I wanted to ask you as well because I am in love with how fluid your anatomy is, and how clear your storyboards read. And those hands my god you're a wizard!!!

Thanks a bunch, have a wonderful day!

Heya Secret, great to hear from ya! Well, what you don’t see online is how gross the rough stage of my boards can get LMFAO. Most of the boards I post are actually overly cleaned up because I'm just doing them for fun and can afford the time! I'm not really sure how long it took to develop my shorthand, I've never really enjoyed drawing detail to begin with, so when I decided to go into boarding I kinda just leaned into it!

I’ve covered a bunch of gesture drawing exercises already if you scroll through my advice tag, but ***once you have a good foundation*** here's some stuff you can try!

First you'll want to build up an arsenal of anatomy hacks you can always fallback on, particularly for complex parts of the body. The less time you spend on details, the more time you have to focus on the overall pose and storytelling. Aim to find ways to draw with as FEW lines as possible. If I had to make a list to streamline what to practice:

Head shapes - find the most efficient way to draw the front + 3/4 + side view in as few lines as possible (the challenge is still making them look structured with dimension)

Eyes - are SO important for expressions! Unless your project has characters with dot eyes, you're going to need to find a quick way to do the circle and iris in as few lines as possible. Make sure you can convey where they're looking

Hands - fists (you'll be drawing a lot of people holding poles), open palms at various angles, foreshortened fingers pointing at viewer, fingers making grabby motions----protips: 1) half the time all you need is a vague triangle/rectangle plus thumb sticking up and that's a hand 2) if the hand is relaxed, you probably don't need to draw the knuckles. Save some time!

Feet - just learn how to make sure they look like they're standing on the ground, and do some studies of what they look like when you're running. Otherwise you can usually get away with a vague shoe or boot shape (just add toe lines if they're not wearing any)

----everything else you'll practice as you go!

Jump from SUPER rough straight into clean boards to really force yourself to be economic. I've done each of these methods for work before:

Before you start boarding with a character, sketch them a few times with the intention of simplifying their design while keeping them recognizable:

You'd be surprised how little you need to recognize a character:

Depending on the scene, you can adjust how much detail you want to include:

Stay loose/more generalized with action, especially for the "inbetweens" between key poses. Clean up enough to communicate movement and make the character recognizable.

If the character's small on screen in a wide shot, edit out most details and focus on the silhouette

Save the detail work for character acting, when you really want to be specific with their expressions and gestures.

But outside of all that, be bold and fearless!! Everyone has that stage where their boards look like spaghetti! Boarding is like handwriting; you could have really shitty chicken scratch, but if you're writing beautiful poetry, who cares!

god I love drawing hands you don’t even know thank you so much!! Good luck dude!! You’ve more than got this!!

#my art #advice #ask #secretsivekept #you got this! #sorry this took a while! my mental health was in the pits for a solid couple weeks #getting better now though! #storyboards

[joshsjipple]

Brother's Best Friend, pt 2

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Finally posting this and wrapping this little blurb up! Just wanted to say Tumblr isn't letting me reply to your comments, but I am seeing them! I seriously appreciate every like, reblog, and comment. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying my content:) This is also heavily unedited!

Word Count: 3.2k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap people), teasing, dirty talk, praise, oral sex (m/f/rec), choking, language, minor cock warming, p in v, throat fucking, gagging, dom/sub (switches), use of vibrator, spit play, feelings, and light fluff. Sorry if I missed anything!

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

When a knock on your front door appears and causes you to falter while putting dishes away, you check the clock. 10:30. You’re a bit concerned at who would be at your door this late, but nonetheless, you patter over and look through the peephole. You wouldn’t have been super surprised if it was one of your friends or even Henry coming to assure you’ve forgiven him, but seeing Josh with his hands stuffed in his pockets was last on your list. 

“Josh? What are you doing here?” you ask once you’ve opened the door. You try to hide the annoyance in your voice but you can tell by his knitted eyebrows that it didn’t work.

It’s been three weeks since you and Josh hooked up. Three weeks, and not a single word from him. You should have been fuming at the fact he was standing in front of you right now, gleaming at you with puppy dog eyes, but you didn’t try to contact him after the fact either.

“I know it’s late, but I just got back from New York and I needed to see you.” he says, pushing past you into your apartment. You scoff and follow behind him, slamming the door behind you.

Your heart leaps at the fact that him being away was probably the reason he didn’t reach out. “Oh. How long were you gone?” you can’t help but ask.

“Only a week,” he rubs the back of his head. 

“Oh.” you feel your expression drop back into its subtle annoyed pose. “So you don’t have an excuse?”

He stares at you, trying to decide what you mean. “An excuse for what?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. “Gee Josh, I don’t know! Maybe the fact we shared an intimate moment and then you told me you wanted to be with me and then ghosted me?”

“I know, Y/N. I know, okay? But you didn’t reach out either. I just figured you needed time.”

“Yes, I did, but three weeks?” you stare in disbelief. “Whatever Josh. Can you just go? I have things to do.”

“At 10:30? What could you possibly have to do this late?” he tilts his head. 

You take this as a challenge and rummage through your mind for an excuse. Only one thought pops in your head and you bite your lip as you decide if you should use ir or not. “I need to relieve myself.” You watch as his jaw falls open slightly, showing his white teeth. The skin of his cheeks turns into a soft shade of pink as he soaks in your words. “So I’d really appreciate it if you left. Right now.”

“Woah, wait a second.” he resists against you as you try to guide him back to the door. “You don’t want me to help?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. 

“How do I score an invite?” he tries again. You sigh and try to push him back to the door, but he holds his ground.

“You don’t. Now go home.”

“Let me make you feel good. Please.” he rasps. You remove your hands from his shirt and stare into his big brown eyes. No man should ever look this desperate to please a woman. Paired with his teeth tugging at his bottom lip and his hands settling on your waist, he puts up a good fight. “Do I need to beg?” he asks, tugging your shirt up with his hands. 

“Be my guest,” you say, pushing away from his warm body and disappearing into your room. 

At first, you’re unsure if he’ll even follow you there. Josh was huge on consent, and you didn’t exactly say yes. Your worries vanish after a few seconds when you hear his footsteps approaching your door. You stand next to your bed, hands folded across your chest. When he finally appears, he shuts your door and stands a few feet from you.

“Where do you want me?” he smirks.

“Right there is fine,” you say, pointing next to your nightstand.

Like a puppy, he does exactly as you say. You have to turn away from him to hide the blush on your lips as you remove your shirt. Wearing nothing under, you toss the material on the floor and begin to shimmy your way out of your pants.

“Wait. What are you doing?” he huffs from behind you.

“You can watch.” you say through a grin.

Without turning to catch his reaction, you wander to your dresser and dig in the top drawer. Finding your pink vibrator, you clutch onto it and crawl on your bed. Josh smirks at you, obviously enjoying the show you’re mindlessly putting on for him. 

“It’s pink. How cute.” sarcasm oozes from his mouth.

“If you touch me this is over and you leave my house, got it?”

He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it, deciding a nod would be better for his current situation. You turn on the device and the hum combined with Josh’s eyes staring into your soul makes you squeeze your legs together. Shaking away the shivers, you prop yourself up on your headboard and begin to open your legs.

“That’s it baby… spread your legs.” he begins to palm himself through his jeans.

Immediately, you snap your legs shut and sit up. “Don’t do that,” you growl defensively. “I’m in control here.”

“Right,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “I’ll let you have your moment.”

“On your knees,” you direct him, trying to keep your voice from shaking. He obliges, falling to his knees right in front of you. “Good. Just sit there and look pretty, mk?”

You watch his fingernails dig into his clothed thighs as you run the member through your folds. You make sure to spice up your reaction, rolling your eyes in the back of your head and letting out a soft moan. Josh sits there, as he’s told, a glimmer in his eyes. You continue sliding the device through your slick, biting down on your lip when it comes across your clit. He adjusts himself, letting out a groan as he searches for friction through his pants.

“Jesus, fuck Y/N. Do you want me to beg? Cause I will.” he growls. 

You pull the vibrator away from your heat and think for a moment. It’s a nice visual to imagine him on his hands and knees begging to get you off, but you sweep it from your mind. Holding his gaze, you flick the utensil over your throbbing clit. Your hips grind up into it, a long breath leaving your lungs.

“Please, Y/N. I need to taste you so bad,” he begins, a mischievous shimmer in his eye. Your guard shatters as he slowly crawls to you. Your breathing hitches as he makes eye contact with your heat. “Open up for me. Let me see you.”

Shamefully, you do just that. His tongue darts out and traces his bottom lip. Your skin flourishes with goosebumps as his cool breath reaches your center. “How do you plan on ‘being in control’ if you can’t touch me?”

He smirks, obviously having a plan. He shrugs and says, “I don’t know, mama. Wanna find out?” You nod quickly and he lets out a low chuckle. “I thought so. Now touch yourself.”

You falter for a moment, but begin to drag your fingernails across your stomach. Squeezing one of your breasts, you toss the vibrator to the side. You drag a finger over yourself, relishing in the feeling of actual human skin causing you pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut in hopes of escaping his glare, but you feel his eyes lingering on your skin. You squirm, imagining his finger teasing your clit. It’s stupid, considering he’s right there and would gladly do it for you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re like this,” he hums, blowing cold air across the nipple that’s not threaded through your fingers. Your back arches involuntarily at his words. “I wish I could touch you, baby. I’d make you feel so good until you’re crying for my cock.”

You circle your clit quicker, earning a low grunt from Josh. “You wish.”

“I do,” he responds without a pause. “I wish so bad.”

You add another finger and work your bundle of nerves furiously. Josh’s hovering above you, not a single piece of him touching you. It’s driving you insane and there’s nothing you want more than to feel his tongue sucking your clit. The image of him between your legs in the car pops into your mind. His cheeks were red, his chin covered in your release as he stared at you through hooded eyelids. You use this image to help resist the urge of letting him win.

When you arch your back even farther, your chest nears his face. He breathes out, the warm air coating your body. “Say the words and I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have before.”

You groan. “No.”

“Your funeral,” he smirks, sitting back on his ankles. You don’t know when he crawled onto the bed, but that thought was the farthest thing from your mind as he began to unbutton his pants. You scoff at him, perching yourself back up on your elbows. “What? You said I couldn’t touch you.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Says the girl who’s getting herself off for my own personal torture,” he bites as he works the fabric off his legs. 

“You should have called, Josh.” you hiss, working your fingers back over yourself. 

You drag a finger to your entrance and slowly slide it in as Josh removes his last layer. His cock is hard as a rock, precum leaking from the tip. Your body jerks at the sight of a vein protruding from the side. In one swift, fluid motion, he tugs the shirt off his back and tosses it to the ground. He returns to his cock and it looks painful as he takes it into his hand and begins to fist himself. Your heart nearly explodes as he does the most vile thing a man could ever do; spit on himself. You moan his name as you watch him begin to jerk himself. You begin to move your finger in and out of you faster.

“Add another,” he demands in a hoarse tone. 

Your body shakes as you slide your ring finger back into yourself, along with your pointer. Sloppish noises fill the room as you and Josh both work towards your climaxes. Your eyes are glued to Josh’s cock, his glued to your dripping center. 

“Give me that,” he stops his motions and snatches the vibrator from beside you. When you open your mouth in protest, he stops you. “You only said I couldn’t touch you.”

“Stop cheating, Kiszka.” you growl, your stomach muscles tensing as your fingers pound into you.

“Let me touch you,” he tries one last time.

“Not happening,” you say, removing your fingers from your entrance. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” you say confidently, knowing damn well you’re screwed. 

He flips the switch on and settles between your legs, careful not to let any part of himself touch you. He holds the device in the air and presses it to your clit. You jolt from under him as he abruptly pulls it away from you. Then, he flicks it off before sliding the tip of it into you. Your hands grip your bed sheets as he pathetically slides the tube in and out of you, just fast enough to keep you stimulated but too slow to get you anywhere. 

“Josh,” you whine and buck your hips against the toy.

“Nope,” he teases. “Your turn to beg.”

Anger splashes through your blood as you bite down on your lip. “I’m not begging.”

“Just surrender already. You’re so difficult.” he whispers. 

“Please touch me, Josh.” you pathetically say, your words strained. 

As soon as those words leave your mouth, he removes the vibrator and abandons it on the bed next to you. You expect to feel his lips sucking on your clit immediately, but he starts at your ankles. Placing delicate but wet kisses along your skin, you grip the sheets tighter. He nips at the inside of your thighs, tugging and sucking on your skin. You have hope when his lips brush across your folds, but they abandon that idea and he kisses your belly button instead.

You grab his head of curls and push him back to your heat. “Either make me cum or leave.”

“So demanding,” he rolls his eyes before diving in.

Immediately, he takes your clit into his mouth. His lips knead the swollen bundle of nerves and when he tries to pull away, your hand holds him in place. “So fucking hot.” He continues to lap at your clit. “I could cum just from getting you off, you know that right?”

You clench your teeth before saying, “Get on with it.”

He giggles against you, the vibrations causing an extra wave of arousal to rush through you. Luckily, Josh can tell and quickly reattaches his mouth to your soaking core. His tongue teases your entrance as his lips work around. He acts like a starved man as he devours your pussy. 

“Do that again–shit–just like that, baby. So fucking good.” you shiver underneath him. 

His hands grip your ass as he forces you farther into the heat of his mouth. Your thighs squeeze around his head and he pulls a hand from under you to hold it down. The unrelenting force of his mouth draws you closer to the edge and your legs begin to shake as stars appear in your vision. With your hand fiercely tugging at his curls, you thrust into his face. Josh welcomes it, humming in pleasure. 

That motion sends you into oblivion. You become a withering mess, your body jerking from side to side as an orgasm rips through you. His name, along with a dozen profanities, leave your mouth. Josh doesn’t stop his motions of licking, sucking, and stroking until your body stops shaking and your release coats the bottom half of his face. 

Gathering your strength, you blink motionless at the ceiling. He kisses your thighs, gently licking up any access cum he didn’t catch in his mouth. Once you’re cleaned up, he crawls over your limp body and falls against you. His arms wrap you in a tight hug and you can feel his cock twitch against your leg.

“You okay?” He says as he kisses your ear.

“I want to make you feel good, Josh.” you say in a hushed tone, snaking your hand down to the shaft of him. The contact makes him jump and thrust into you. He whimpers into your neck, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Sit up for me, pretty.”

He listens and you crawl over his outstretched legs. You run your tongue over his belly button, tracing his happy trail all the way down to the patch of hair resting below his hips. You kiss his soft skin, earning sweet moans. His hand finds your hair and he massages your scalp. You take him into your hand again, pumping him a few times as you lick up his balls. When you pull away from him, a sheen of sweat has covered his rosie cheeks.

“Go on, mama. Suck it.” he quivers, his thumb running over your plump lip. He uses the tip of his cock to brand you with his pre cum, spreading it across the skin like lipstick. “Open.” 

You stick out your tongue and allow him to slap himself on the muscle before you slide him into your mouth. Josh pushes your head down until every hard inch of him is buried in the back of your throat. Your lungs burn as tears form in your eyes. 

“Breathe, mama.” he soothes you, his fingers massaging your head. He doesn’t move an inch, forcing you to focus on your breathing. You fight back a gag as his fingers brush a strand of hair out of your face. “You look remarkable with my cock down your throat, love.” He pulls you off of his length, his eyes meeting yours. He wipes drool from your lip with a smirk. “You take me so good. Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” he asks.

You nod and he quickly shoves himself back into your mouth. He uses his hand as a makeshift ponytail as he plunges up into your mouth. You gag as tears spill down your cheeks. You focus on his chest. His chest heaves, his stomach flexing with every thrust. You feel him twitch in your mouth and he quickly removes your lips from him. A trail of saliva is all that connects the two of you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” he groans, using the pad of his thumb to break the line. He dips it in your mouth before pulling it back out. Manhandling you, he pulls you to the edge of the bed so he’s standing between you. “Are you still on the pill?” you nod. “Do you want to use a condom?”

“No, Josh. Cum inside of me. Please. I need it.” you cry. 

He groans from above you, sliding the tip of him through your slick. You wrap your legs around your waist and one of his hands keeps you in place as the other angles your ass higher. Without warning, he stuffs himself inside of you. A loud, pornographic moan escapes your mouth as his hips snap in and out of you.

“You’re so tight, darling. Fuck–taking me so good.” he whimpers from above you.

His hands grip your tits as he continues to fuck your cunt. Your legs tighten around him, hands clawing at his back as you take everything he has. Pleasure already builds in your lower abdomen, and you try to fight it off, not ready to let him go. His strokes deepen inside of you and you feel yourself sliding back. Josh places his hand on your neck, squeezing enough to take your breath away for a moment. 

“Josh,” you rasp through the hold on your neck.

“Yeah? Say my name again–fuck.” his grip tightens and you grab his wrist with your hand.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.” you warn as the tip of him brushes against your G-spot once more. 

He repeats the same move until your body shakes violently from under him. His eyebrows are knitted together tightly as another mind blowing orgasm controls your body. He follows soon after, panting and crying your name as he fills you up. He’s warm inside of you and you want to feel this way forever. 

He collapses on top of you, burying his nose in your neck. You both pant as your bodies recuperate. His hand eventually finds your cheek and his thumb strokes the soft skin. He wipes hair out of your face before kissing your collar bone. He kisses a trail along your face, planting a giant one of your forehead before connecting them.

“I’m so in love with you,” he admits, hands massaging your scalp. 

“I love you Josh. I want to be with you.”

He pulls away and stares at you with his big brown eyes. His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m eternally yours, sweetheart.”

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van fleet smut #josh gvf #josh kiszka fic #sam kiszka gvf #josh kiskza fanfic #josh kiskza smut #gretavanfleet #gvf smut #gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #danny gvf #daniel wagner #smut

[strawbbella]

Helloo~ I was bored in class one day so I thought "why not do an art study of the artists I like" except it incredibly scuffed and I really just looked at a bunch of art on their page and i tried my best to replicate one of em

So these are the 2 'studies' i did that day

1st:

My ver:

(Art by @izuke-the-zombie )

ref pic:

What I noticed first while sketching is ofc the super gorgeous cute style. Though not long into the sketching phase noticed her lines are quite sharp and pronouced, for most of her works she keeps her sketch lines making it seem more mmm hazy is the right word? Or effortless, but with every sharp line a rounded(?) line contrasts it, giving it that signature fluffiness. I absolutely adore how well this all mixes together, i dunno just sonethin bout her lines bro

I love the expression, really gives off absolutely love sick, I didn't capture the eyes quite well (I blame my chonk pen because all good artists blames their materials/j) Macaque looks more scared than breath taken and I put the eyes too far apart. I basically deprived the eyes of its soul lmao note for next time I do a study.

Ok this part has not much to do with the ref pic but her art in general and that includes her writing. I adore the cute HCs and little stories/AUs she would post, just so much creativity and its always so comforting to read as theyre so wholesome and cute. Im so sure one of my first posts here were a drawing of one of her HCs LIKE SRSLY SO CREATIVE. I was also surprised as I saw in some artworks she's able to draw structures and environments that draws your into the scene, its fits the universe so well, just adding to that little wonderment of awe. Shes amazing at coloring too, real soft, but still makes the characters pop, i'd say more but my brain is short-circuiting from all this analyzing. Shes just all round incredibly talented and creative honestly. Her style is exactly what i wanted to have as a kid and what im striving to have now. So cuteee

So far 11/10 art style, love the chibiness, cuteness, expressions, the pure and pastel feel and colors, and details. Just love her in general<3 check out her page lol

2nd:

My ver:

(Art by @clatteringbats )

ref pic:

Ok so immediately off the bat I knew I was gonna have some trouble here since I've been drawing chibis from the very start.

Just from observing her art I alr saw it has a lot of movement in em, lots of dynamic poses, and LOTS of embraces, really just pouring with that fluff/angst energy. At first I tried the anime body guidelines and boom instant error. Though not all that noticable the heads have sum chonk in em, especially the cheeks, giving that cute factor despite not being a chibi style. Im all for it. The lines are very soft, not a lot of sharp edges and if there are theyre placed in a very subtle way. The expressions are wonderful: from a subtle hopeless smile from an overwhelming roar of grief and anger, she's mastered the the art of slight details that give these effects their magic. Her lines are sketchy but not messy (does that make sense) they clump together neatly, giving the illustration clarity.

AND OMG HAVE YOU SEEN HER ANIMATICS? THE MOVEMENT, THE PACING, THE SMOOTHNESS, THE INTERACTIONS, THE EMOTIONS, THE EVERYTHING. THEYRE SO AAAA ITS LIKE A PROFESSIONAL STORYBOARD FOR A TV SHOW.

The way she uses color too— just o h m y g o d .

Her colors are so bright and clear, so nicely blended together, so bold, but not in the way that burns your eyes, she keeps them neutral in a way, that envokes that sense of harmony; like a sunset. (I legit have one of her colored artworks as my wallpaper) I have lots more to observe, but so far this is all I have to say. The skill of overflowing

Anways, back to the task at hand. I made the heads bigger than i shoulda , cause well chibi artist ehe. Again, I blame my chonk pencil. I didn't get the embrace quite right, but Ion think I could level with the queen of LITERALLY DRAWING TEARJERKING HUGS LIKE? I tried with the hands, I swear. I knew they were a little small but only now am I realizing its that way cause I made the heads too big. I wanna try drawing more in her style as its really just full of movement and flowiness, I wanna try mastering the way she draws perspectives too. I noticed for perspective shots theres this grid for the sky and ground (which is genius) will try that out when I actually pick up digital art again.

Check out her page, theres lots to see shes amazing 11/10 artstyle<3

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #macaque #six eared macaque #lego monkie king #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #sun wukong #lmk swk #sketch #art study #art analysis #lmk fanart #fanart #SUPPORT THESE ARTISTS #shadowpeach fluff #monkey king #wukong #doodle #ink

[royal-bubble-tea]

Heyo!!! I was wondering if you could write a FtM reader with a poly relationship with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, first its just general fluff that could lead up to smut. Do tyt with this!

Yes, of course. I loooove Matz 🤭

Ateez - poly Hoongjoong x Seonghwa (smut)

Hongjoong x Seonghwa x ftm! Reader

First of all Hoongjoong and Seonghwa absolutely adore you. When you came out to them, explaining how you felt Seonghwa had a hard time wrapping his head around the concept and the new changes your realisation and feelings brought. Back then you feared you might lose him after coming out and saying that you felt more like you are one of them. Hoongjoong on the other hand was super supportive. He immediatly asked you after your pronouns, how you want to be adressed in general, making your heart flutter at this display of love, affection and acceptance towards you. Hoongjoong also went on a shopping spree with you, deciding that you were in need of a new wardrobe to celebrate your new self. It was around that time that Seonghwa, tagging along and giving his creative input on certain outfits, realised that nothing major would change. He was still very much in love with you and Hoongjoong. You were the same person, same likes, dislikes, hobbies and interests that he adored. He told you as much after one of your little shopping trips. To say that all three of you started crying, overrun with emotions was an understatement. It was Yunho who later on found all three of you on the couch in the dorm huddled underneath one gaint blanket each with their own tub of ice cream watching a romcom. He just smiled at you giving a thumbs up happy with the overall situation.

You were rudely interrupted by your daydreaming by Seonghwa waving a hand in front of your face. "Are you even listening to me?", he asked with a pout on his face. You looked up to him with a smile. "I was listening to you ... for the most part.", you answered. His eyes became slits and you knew that you had to do something to safe the day, quick. "But how can I listen to you when you are standing right on front of me wearing outifts in which you look so god damn good." He rolled his eyes but you did not miss the colour painting his cheeks as he turned around to present another one to you. "Nice safe.", he eventually said. "I know. I'm kinda proud of myself for that one. But you really do look stunning.", you replied. He turned around again showing of his almost sheer black top. You grinned at him like a man possessed. "This looks really nice on you Hwa." You could tell by the way he moved and posed slightly that he was also very much in love with this top. "You know what would look even nicer?", he looks up at you with a questioning look, raising one eyebrow, "You in this shirt in my lap while I'm kissing you stupid", you slowly rise from your sitting position making your way over to him, "My hands underneath this flimsy top, teasing you for looking so delicious", your fingers play with the hem of the top before your hands find their way underneath resting on his well definded stomach. You lean in closer, nosing against his collarbone, the ghost of a kiss against his neck. You can hear and feel his shaky in- and exhale. His hands had made their way to your waist, resting there, anticipating your next move. "Can you imagine it. Maybe we can get Hoongjoong, get him to watch but not allowed to touch. You know how he gets when he does not get what he truly desires. How possessive he is." It is at this that Hwa looks at you confused and after a moment you catch up with his train of thought. "Where is Hoonjoong by the way?", you ask him. He looks at you with pretty much the same facial expression you are wearing right this moment. "I am not so sure. If he would be in the dorms, I am sure he would be here with us right now so that leaves only one other option." You both look at each other before sighning in defeat and saying in unision "The studio", with a look of resignation Seonghwa pulls away from you but before you two are completely separated he plants a kiss on your mouth making you grin like the idiot in love you truly are. He puts on more discrete clothes, grabs your hand and you both march out the door to KQ studio to get your adorable Minion home.

At the studio you knock carefully at the dorr, waiting for Hoongjoong to react and open the door. But after waiting a couple of minutes with nothing happening Seonghwa pulls out his phone and gives him a call. You could hear Hoongjoongs whiny voice at the other end asking what you want. "We are standing right in front of your door so you better open up.", says Seonghwa. And you could already hear noises coming from the other side of the door. It sounded like Hoongjoong was franticly trying to reach the door. Which opened seconds later granting you the view of a rather wild looking Hoongjoong. His hair was a birds nest and his clothes looked like he had been sleeping in them for longer than comfortable. However you could also see the love in his eyes while he looked at you and Seonghwa. You take a step forward, circle your arms around his neck and give him a peck on his lips. "Took you long enough", you whispered. You can feel Seonghwa's warm body behind you as he put his arms around Hoongjoongs waist and pulled the two of you into a group hug. He leanes over your shoulder and kisses Hoongjoong as well. The capatains face turns a bright red and he ushers everyone inside his studio. You immideatly go to the couch in the corner and take a seat, patting the cushion next to you to signla the others to join you. Seogwha makes his way over pulling Hoongjoong with him. But before the tiny man can take a seat next to you he is being pulled in by Hwa and placed in his lap. His face turns red a gain and he hides his face in the crook of Seonghwa's neck. You coo at the adorable display and lean in to pepper kisses on every surface of his face that you can reach. Beside you Seonghwa is laughing at your antics. He places an arm around you and pulls you towards his chest, so that you and Hoongjoong a both comfortable and leans back. His hand glides up and down you side doing the same to Hoongjoong. He let's out a breath before adressing the smaller male. "We wanted to pick you so that we can all go home together. And please just come with us. No arguing for ten more minutes, okay? You have been in here for way to long. You need a break and the two of us miss you so much." Hoongjoong looks up at you and you look back with pleading eyes, Seonghwa mirrowing your expression. "Fine. Let me grab my things and let's head home.", he reluctantly agrees. You cheer in celebration and Seonghwa plants another long kiss on Hoongjoongs lips. The smaller not wanting to seperate that fast chases his lips. You watch them trade kisses, waiting for an opening which comes the moment Hoongjoong leans back on Seonghwa's lap to take a deep breath. You use this moment to gently grab his face and kiss him as well. His lips are slightly chapped as they move against yours. This does not stop you from continuing to kiss him. You move your lips against his, biting his bottom lip and feeling heat flutter in your stomach when you hear him moan at the action. You trace you tongue over the part of his lip that you have just bitten to sooth the bite. However, Seonghwa interrupts you before things can escalate. "You know the faster we get going, the faster we are home and can continue that in our much more comfortable bed." You both nod at him and begin moving at lightning speed to pack everything up. And next things you know you are already sitting in the car, virbrating out of your skin with exitement about what's to come.

The three of you make it to the front door with Seongwha barely being able to open the door, before Hoongjoong pushes inside, your hand in his and he pulls you along inside the dorm towards the bedroom. Finally inside, he pushes you on the bed. The two of you grinning at each other and giggling like sixth graders. Hoongjoong pushes himself up and situates himself between your spread legs. He gives you another peck on the lips before you throw your arms around his neck and pull him in to deepen the kiss. You both try dominate the kiss but Hoongjoong loses as soon as you bite his lip again. This time when you soothe your tongue over the bite you can feel his tongue pocking against yours. You can feel and hear him exhale before pushing your tongue into his mouth. Trying to map and remember every part there is. Hoongjoong now plaintly laying on top of you cradles your head in his hands. All of a sudden he takes a deep breath, you open one eye and see Seonghwa towering over the two of you. His face is flushed and you notice a prominent buldge in his pants. He has started to take Hoongjoong clothes of. He looks you in the eyes as if asking the silent question if this is alright with you and if you are comfortable to continue. You nod at him and start to underess Hoongjoong as well. The tiny Captain is laying between you trading kisses and losing his clothers faster than he notices. Soon he is naked on the bed in all of his glory. You let your hungry gaze follow his face, down his chest and delicious pecks to his plush thighs and hard cock. He pulls you into another deep kiss and you try to get a grip and locate Seonghwa to find out what he is doing not wanting him to feel left out. Soon you find out what he is doing as Hoongjoong first whines and then downright moans right into your mouth. His eyes rolling slighty back and he is trying to stable his breathing. You look over his shoulder at Seonghwa who winks at you. You follow the movement of his arm and realise that he started to stretch Hoongjoong. You turn your attention back to Hoongjoong. You try to kiss him in between deep breaths and one of your hands makes their way down his front to his flushed and hard cock. You begin to stroke him and his moans turn up significantly in volume. Seonghwa's arm is moving at an increased speed and you try to match his with the the movement of your hand. Hoongjoong starts to leak even more pre come and you lightly squeeze the head of his cock on every up stroke while also shoving you tongue into his mouth. Seonghwa is looking down at you two and is being mesmerized by the picture the two of you paint right in front of him. He leans down to bite and lick at Hoongjoong's neck while stroking his fingers over said mans prostate. Hoongjoong is no longer able to form any coherent thought, he is trashing between you two and with one final sharp inhale he comes with a cry. His body snaps like a bow string and he releases all over your hand.

Both you and Seonghwa pepper is face with kisses, praising him for doing so well while letting him catch his breath. Once his eyes are no longer glazed over he begs for you and Seonghwa to take of your clothes as well. Not having to be asked twice you shed your clothes and Seonghwa turns Hoongjoong around so that he is laying on his belly. "Come on Joongi hands and knees." he says after slapping Hoongjoong on the ass. A handprint starts blossoming on the pale checks. You are so entranced by the view that you lean over and bite Hoongjoong in his plump buttcheeck. The latter mewls at you action but you soothe him with a hand and kisses all over his round bubble but and lower back. You lean back but before you can make your way to the head of the bed, Seonghwa grabs you by the jaw and pulls you in for a hungry kiss. His tongue tracing your lips, asking for entrance which you allow for a breath moment before pulling away. You kiss him one final time whispering "Make him feel so good, he never wants to leave this bed again.", against his lips. A fire is lit in Seongwha, he grabs Hoongjoongs hips and starts to push in. This is why you wanted to be at the head of the bed. To watch Hoongjoong's facial expression morph into absolut bliss. You can see him biting his lip in concentration, before his mouth falls open and heavy breaths leave him. The way his eyes roll back at a particular deep thrust from Seonghwa and how his fingers grip the sheets impossible tight. It is a sight how HJ turns from being in control and teasing Hwa into a subby mess, being overstimulated from having just come. But enjoying every second of it. He looks up at you and starts pawing at you hips. You raise an eyebrow in question. "Want to make you feel good as well.", comes the answer inbetween moans and shaky breaths. Above him Seonghwa coos at the two of you. His hair is plastered against his forhead. You can see drops of sweat descending down his neck. His chest is flushed from the action and his breathing hís heavy. But his eyes are so hungry as he locks eyes with you. "Want to make our angel feel good, Hoongjoong? Want to be a good little captain for us and make both of us feel good?", he teases Hoongjoong who nods frantically. You slide closer to Hoongjoong who tightly grabs your hips and puts his move over your heat. The feeling of his cute pink tongue and his heavy breaths against you skin cause you to throw your head back in pleasure. Hoongjoong encouraged by you actions redoubles his effort in pleasing you. All while Seonghwa is thrusting deep into him. His eyes are glazed over and the only thought in his mind is to be good for his two lovers. You weave your hands trough his hair and at one particular pleasurable movement from his tongue you grip his hair and pull on it. That was all Hoongjoong needed to reach his climax. He moans out loud, his eyes roll into the back of his head and you watch him as his whole body shakes. Seonghwa behind him not being any better, as he reached his orgasm as well because of Hoongjoong clenching around his dick like a vice and milking him of everything he was worth.

Hoongjoong flops back down onto the bed trying to regain a clear mind as you play with his hair and tell him what a good boy his is. From the corner of your eye you can see Seonghwa making his way over to you, tapping your hip and making you lay down flat next to Hoongjoong. You look up at him as he makes is way down your body until he reaches your core and starts blowing and licking you. You again throw you head back, grabbing for Hoongjoong's hand which he pulls close to his chest and starts peppering with kisses. Still having the mental image of Seonghwa and Hoongjoong orgasming just moments prior playing in you head is what tips you over as well. You moan both their names and snuggle close to Hoongjoong. Seonghwa gets up and leaves and shortly coming back with a wet rag to clean the two of you. He lays a blanket over you and cuddles up on your other side. Hoongjoongs eyes are already closed but he whispers a quiet "I love you both so much." To which you and Seonghwa reply with "I love you too." You take their hands and try to cuddle as close to them as you can. Hearing Seonghwas steady breaths and Hoongjoongs light snoring lulls you into sleep as well.

Well, that escalated quickly. First I wanted to write something short and sweet but I just ran with it while writing.

I hope you enjoy this story. Have a nice weekend.

And watch and support Ateez performing at Coachella this weekend. I am going to watch the Live Stream on Youtube and I am sooo excited!!!!!!

#ateez #ateez smut #hoongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #ateez headcanons #seongjoong #seongjoong smut #ateez imagines

[just-null-cult]

Dear noritoshi cult leader!!!!!! I wanted to know if you have any recommendations for other artists or content creators that post for our boy noritoshi?

my devout cult member!!!!!!

I don't know many artists who are still active or still draw Noritoshi stuff. I mostly get my content from pixiv or pinterest even if it's.... severely rare.... and even then, they've only drawn him once, and that's all but it's something!

btw when I say some aren't active, I mean they haven't posted in a while. fingers crossed they cOME BACK PLEASE GOD I MISS YOU.

My list is in no particular order unless you count who came to mind first?? nonetheless, here are some Noritoshi artists that I know of/taken inspiration from

kamo_sympathy [Twitter] haven't been active for a while, but I still enjoy the stuff they have there. Very good!!

getou_0203_ [Twitter] also semi inactive. they're a Getou, Gojo, and Choso enjoyer too. how they drew Noritoshi is smth I inject in my soul.

ohayo_akachan [Twitter] again... kinda inactive, but still. I enjoy their content a lot while I can't really understand what they're saying. DeepL my saving grace.. their style is v similar to the anime style, which I find super cool!!

Gotharcheologist or @/alegnace [Twitter and Tumblr] They're a chosonori shipper and active! I really like how they draw Noritoshi and Choso. how they draw blood is so good, how they draw faces is so good, THEIR ARTSTYLE IS SO FUCKING GOOD

magical_candy15 [Twitter] They didn't post a lot, nor are they active as of now, but the few scenarios were really good and fed me in my drought for a while. I love u..

rin5su0605 [Twitter] A Todo×Noritoshi account with some love to the rest of the Kyoto group too! This person was active as of June 2023, but I'm using copium. I really like how they draw.. and the color choices oh my fuck.

mecuru_MECU (?) [Twitter] I'm a bit iffy on this one. They look to not be doing jjk anymore, but they were once into Noritoshi if you go to their earlier posts. Their linework is beautiful, like their colors! there's something about their work I really like.

and that's all I have, I think? I know there are others out there that i don't know or don't remember, but I'll probably add them over time if i find more or if anyone else has someone in mind to recommend in the comments of this post!

yoshida_jyu [Twitter] They mainly post in a comic format! theres also some Megumi×Noritoshi shipping so if thats your thing, this dude's your dude. i have no idea what theyre saying but they draw cute expressions. also draws mainly Noritoshi, Kokichi, and Megumi

16shelter [Twitter} also a Megumi×Noritoshi shipper. Little warning: their art can be nsfw/suggestive at times, so be careful w that if its not your thing. Their anatomy is good AND POSING im grabbing my pen.. also, this person finds Arata cute, so theres some art with him too!

#noritoshi #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #cult leader cameo #i had to scrape the bottom of the barrel and go through so many rabbit holes to find these artists bro #the rest of the content i get is fr just from my delusions #there are more really cool artists out there but theyve only drawn him once or twice so i omitted them #theres also some who DELETED ALL THEIR OLD SHIT OF HIM PLEASE COME BACK I DONT CARE WHAT HAPPENED I MISS YOU #AND THEN THERES SOME IN MY HEAD WHO I CANT REMEMBER THE NAME OF OR HOW I FOUND THEM FOR THE LIFE OF ME #I KNOW THEY EXIST BUT I CANT FUCKING FIND THEM RN #if some links dont work/you dont trust links try looking up the username!

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You should try to go see public works Tempest in central park, it’s really incredible and reminded me of the city we became. It’s super insane and beautiful and wild and hard to describe, so even though it’s insane to ask someone to go stand in line all day to see a play based off a random tumblr message I really think you should!

Oooh, I haven't done the line for Shakespeare in the Park in years. Not sure I still have it in me, since it requires getting up at 3 or 4 am and spending hours fighting line-jumpers and so on. But I've been hearing good things about this year's Tempest so maybe I'll muster up the energy. Thanks for the recommendation!

Since you reminded me of it, here's a deleted scene/alternate opening I once wrote for THE WORLD WE MAKE. I decided on a different opening for the final version, obvs, but maybe you'll enjoy what might have been. Cutting because long.

     He's just a man standing on a rooftop.  The outfit he's wearing is bespoke, by a Harlem tailor who came in second on Project Runway's last season.  The jacket is rich brown suede, fine-stitched, over olive-tan pants and a piqué shirt of deepest royal indigo, and he's wearing the hell out of it.  If there were anyone around to see, they'd think he was a model, standing in the kind of casual-at-attention pose that only men in magazine photo shoots ever do, with one hand in a pocket and his gaze thoughtfully locked on the cityscape horizon.  The model aesthetic is reinforced by the fact that he's got a lean, strong figure and the kind of racial ambiguity that Hollywood diversity advocates love:  brown skin that's not too brown, lips full enough to be either natural or recent collagen injections, thick eyebrows that are as sculpted as his cheekbones, eyes with just enough epicanthic fold to qualify as "exotic" but not in like an ethnic way.

     He's not a model.  He's just Manhattan, human representative of New York's contributions to the fashion, media, and sex work industries.  He's not even trying particularly hard to look good.  He has simply stopped resisting what comes naturally.

     But he's about to be late for work -- and while New York custom permits a degree of conspicuous tardiness as a social power move in certain situations, this particular job is too personally important to him for such games.  So he steps up onto the low wall that surrounds the roof, and then he steps off.

     It's fine.  The building is twelve stories tall; anything over five stories is required to have an elevator per city ordinance.  He's been practicing, too, so all he has to do is shut his eyes and imagine, and the city's power holds him aloft in midair as solidly as if he's stepping onto flooring.  (He is; it's just flooring that exists in several other iterations of his universe.)  Even with this, however, he makes sure to take a step or two forward before calmly turning away from the cityscape.  People don't usually stare at the back of an elevator, after all -- and verisimilitude is key.  "First floor, please," he murmurs. In earlier days of the city, building elevators were a complicated luxury that required trained staff to operate.  In current days of the city, many elevators run on voice activation. At Manhattan's request, there is an electronic ping of acknowledgement, followed by a very faint echo of blended, long-vanished voices:  "Watch the door, please, watch your hands, going down."  Then he begins to descend.  It's smooth, slow; this is only a mid-sized building, not modern or expensive enough to have an express elevator.  Only the fact that he's descending through thin air makes it odd.

     Just above the sidewalk his descent slows, letting him drift to a gentle halt.  There are a few dozen people on the street in this moment, and some of them notice as he just stands there for a moment, letting the metaphysical aethers settle and the metaphorical elevator doors open.  The ones who stare are tourists.  New Yorkers generally don't react to strangeness, but they do notice it, if only to shake their heads and murmur "This fucking city," to themselves before moving on.  Manhattan catches the eye of one of the starers, winks and smiles, then strides off down the street.

     As he walks, he hums John Coltrane's "Central Park West" -- not for power this time, but simply because he's walking along Central Park West and likes the song.  It's also a beautiful day. Here at the heart of the city it is clear that autumn encroaches:  Central Park is across the street, dense with color-shifting trees.  Their whispers speak to the part of Manhattan that was more, once, than just concrete and cars; the island has always been here, after all, crossroads for many peoples, and those millennia of commerce were enough to form the building blocks of the living entity that it is now.  But mostly, he just likes that rustling sound, and the flickers of color and movement, and the faint whiff of chemical sugars forming and breaking down within the leaves.  Something about that scent, and the wind's occasional brisk sharpness, speaks to him.

     There is the lightest of touches upon the part of him that is more than a man.  Just a ping, to get his attention.  "You wanna focus, or you gonna just keep spacing out about the pretty pretty trees, Mr. I Was Bebop Before It Was Cool?"

     They've all figured out that words work better than thoughts.  They are one city, the six of them, and if they ever need to, they can function as a single brain and heart and will -- but doing that is as overwhelming as it is thrilling.  New York isn't supposed to be any single thing, see; the distinct characters of its boroughs are part of its strength.  More personally, Manny's probably never going to be super-comfortable with letting his fellow parts of the city into his head, because he's got enough going on in there already. 

     But he's right in reminding Manny to focus.  "Just getting into the spirit," Manny replies, waiting for a gap in the traffic before trotting across the street.  Then he vaults the low stone wall around the edge of the park.  It's a twelve-foot drop beyond, but he manages it easily enough, landing in a crouch in a wooded thicket already carpeted in red and gold leaves.  Doesn't even make his knees twinge.  Nothing can hurt New York, in New York, except New York. 

     Well.  And one other thing.

     He moves forward at a brisk Midtown pace, pushing aside the branches of small trees as gently as he can so as not to damage them.  He starts finding white tendrils almost immediately.  Just small patches here and there:  three wigglers on a broad, still-green sycamore leaf, one on the tree's gnarling roots nearby.  A patch shaped like a handprint growing atop a hooded garbage can; that one's especially nasty, positioned as it is to infect anyone who actually tries to deposit their litter in the can instead of just tossing it somewhere.  "Rude," Manny murmurs.  He's getting rid of the patches as he passes them, just by touching the wood or ground or metal near each cluster and letting a little of "Central Park West" riff through his mind and down his arm and out through his fingers.  Earworms can be handy.  Good for killing other wormlike things.

     (Not so long ago, it would have taken everything Manny had to get rid of these things.  He had to replace all his credit cards after symbolically buying all the real estate around a particular rock in Inwood Park.  Now, however, the city is whole -- and these tendrils, tenacious as they are, are tourists from another urban locale who've overstayed their welcome.  It's easy to obliterate them, but it's more important to find the bus they came in on, and deal with that.)

     "Red alert!" says Padmini -- Queens -- suddenly.  She tugs on the shared part of their consciousness, projecting an image onto it that is stunning in its precision:  a three-dimensional and topographical map, with a moving cursor at its center and a GPS coordinate meter in the bottom corner.  Padmini abruptly zooms them in on the cursor, and then she presents them with a simplified view through her own eyes.

     There, jolting slightly as Padmini runs, is their quarry.  To most other people in Central Park, the young man who slips down a leaf-thick hill and then scrabbles his way over a tumbled, mossy pile of bedrock is just another cross-country runner, or maybe a parkour practitioner with a greater love of natural settings than most.  He's a lanky Indian-looking guy, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt -- but through the lens of Padmini's vision, Manny sees the rest.  The guy's got patches of white fronds all over him, and as he runs they waft back like long hair which just happens to be growing from his forearms and shins and ass.  Manny's used to this, people who look like yeti crabs, however horrible it is.  Far worse is the tendril which projects from the back of the young man's neck, thick and veined in a disturbingly umbilical way, forming a long white cord which twists up and out of sight amid the trees.  It stretches up into the sky, Manny knows from three months' experience, attenuating until it disappears from human eyesight with distance -- but wending southward before it does.  They all know where that cable terminates.

     "Mike check," says Veneza, and Manny's mental eye shifts to her view.  She's standing under one of the park's stone bridges, her vision bouncing a little as she crouches to stretch out her ankles.  Getting ready to run.  Manny feels her excitement as the tendril-covered man comes into view, jogging over a grassy hill covered in early-afternoon sunbathers.  But who's he kidding?  They all enjoy this.  "That's it.  Come to mamãe.  Drive him like a li'l doggie on the range, Queeny McQueenyface."

     "I can't believe you mixed like three metaphors in ten seconds," Padmini replies -- but she zigs left, across one of the roads of the park.  Manny catches his breath as she veers into a bike lane, because Central Park bikers all think they're in the Tour de France, but in the same moment he feels her latch into the bikers' sense of hurry and entitlement, drawing their power into her legs.  Her pace speeds up sharply, until she's nearly flying down a sloping sidewalk, veering now and again to move around walkers and a small crowd near a pretzel vendor.

     "That's the Jersey in me.  Metaphors are our pork roll."

"Your what?"

"Pork roll. Look it -- wait, shit, hang on."

     Tendril man has seen Veneza and stopped, halfway down the grassy hill.  It's eerie to Manny how still he is.  After all the running and climbing he's done, he should be out of breath, shoulders heaving, dripping sweat, but he isn't.  It's just like the other cases of this they've encountered in the past few weeks; they're running on something other than human power.  These tendril-people aren't avatars, however; they're more like drones, sent forth by some other malevolent consciousness and endowed with supernatural power only temporarily, and for their task.  And if they don't catch this poor guy before that power gets done using him --  Well.  Manny picks up the pace. 

     Padmini skids to a halt.  (A man nearby does a double-take, then nods in a grudgingly impressed way at her athleticism.)  "Shit.  He's going to bolt, isn't he?"

     In lieu of any reply, they all see Tendril Man bolt.  He jumps off the steeper side of the rocky hill -- a ten-foot drop; Manny really hopes the poor guy was in shape before he got drafted as a spectral conduit for a hostile extradimensional essence, or he's going to feel that in the morning. Then Tendril Man takes off, moving with truly impressive speed up a paved hill-path.

     "FUCK," two of them think.  (Manny doesn't curse, but he empathizes.)  They all take off running too.

     Tendril Man is running toward a big, round building at the top of the hill.  Its vendor doors are shut and there are only a few people hanging around near it, but abruptly he zigs toward a big wooden gate labeled PERFORMER ENTRANCE -- and vaults it, with the ease of a master gymnast.  Manny might be able to think of a way over it too, if he gives himself a minute; surely there is some quintessentially cityish concept, like elevators for tall buildings, that he can harness to grant himself the ability to jump like that.  In the fluster of the moment, however, he can't think of anything.  Gotta work on that, do better at having a "jumping" construct ready to go under duress.

     In lieu of leaping, however, he manages to remember the grating sound of garbage trucks barrelling down the street at oh dark thirty in the morning, usually with wonky transmissions and brakes that screech loudly enough to set off car alarms.  Manny's seen several of them scrape or bang into cars without bothering to stop -- and so he draws into himself the desperate need to hurry and finish a shift, the hulking size and diesel-fueled strength of the trucks, the cheerful pragmatism of the tough workers who chuck heavy bags and kick rats with unflappable equanimity.  And as Manny runs at the gate, the world blurs a little and an eyewatering stench surrounds him, and he finds it almost impossible to care about collateral damage because he's got a job to do, come on, come on, let's go...

     He remembers enough of himself to dip his shoulder a little as he hits the gate.  It only looks like wood; underneath, there's plenty of metal, and he sees that the gate has an electronic number-lock.  Probably pretty solid.  But his supernaturally-powered shoulder smashes the gate wide open, actually cracking the whole frame in half, too, and part of the fence beyond it.

     Oops.  Well, he'll make a donation on the website, because now that he's through the gate he sees:  THE DELACOURTE THEATER WELCOMES YOU TO SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK.

     Tendril Guy is running down the steps of what Manny now sees is a huge open-air amphitheater.  He leaps again, a pretty impressive standing jump onto the stage -- and then he stops abruptly.  There's a set being deconstructed here; Shakespeare in the Park only runs during the summer months, so someone's in the middle of stripping gigantic rolls of fake grass off the stage floor.  And now, from within a huge prop built to look like a small apartment building, the avatar of New York steps forth to confront their enemy.

     He's calling himself "Neek," these days -- a phonetic pronunciation of the initials for New York City.  He hasn't told them his real name.  Manny's not sure it matters anyway; doesn't Manny, of all people, understand that they are no longer who they were?  The knowledge and joy and danger of eight million people has found its focus in Neek, and like any of their fellow great cities, this makes him strange.  São Paulo was the same, whenever Manny had time and peace enough to study him: a young-old man who radiated urbane cynicism and eerie wisdom all at once.  Hong Kong too.  Maybe this is the difference between those who represent boroughs or neighborhoods, and those who are whole cities in themselves. 

     Or maybe it's just Neek.  "Yo, man, take a breath," he says to Tendril Guy, as he slouches out of shadow.  "Touch some, uh, astroturf.  You keep letting that shit run you, won't be anything of you left."

     Tendril Guy immediately turns to run, but by this point Manny has reached the other side of the stage.  Veneza is in the ampitheater, trotting toward them from the other direction, and from somewhere backstage they can hear Padmini cursing and shoving something heavy aside, because apparently backstage is a mess amid the set breakdown.  Unless Tendril Guy can fly -- and Manny puts nothing past the Woman in White -- then he's got nowhere left to run.

     It's a dangerous time, though.  In the past, whenever they've cornered one of her minions...  Tendril Guy backs up, looks around, starts to get tense.  Manny tries to think up a construct, and finds himself looking around.  At the stage.

     Neek's gaze flicks to him, and the little smile on his face widens.

     "Two cities," he declares suddenly, spreading his arms wide and raising his voice.  The Delacourte's acoustics are perfect, of course, designed to facilitate an outdoors theatrical performance.  "Both alike in dignity!  In fair Manhattan where we lay our scene."

     Of course the theater absorbs this slightly-fudged homage, echoes it, amplifies it, and sends back a reverberation of energy:  the faint murmurs and anticipation of a crowd, a lilt of music from a nonexistent orchestra.  For just a fleeting moment Manny can almost see the suggestion of bodies in the amphitheater seats, shadowy heads that turn to each other or crane their necks or flip through Playbills.  Ready to be enraptured.

     Manny finds himself grinning -- but then he panics a little as Neek raises his eyebrows pointedly, because Manny doesn't have any Shakespeare memorized.  But Broadway is only a few dozen blocks away; maybe he can use that instead?  He sifts quickly through the grab-bag of random quotes in his head. Can't think of an actual line from an actual play, but it's a direct reference, so he clears his throat awkwardly and sings:  "They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway.  There might be city magic in the air."

     Stage lights, multihued but mostly white, appear above the seats.  The lights aren't real. Manny can see most of the lighting equipment disassembled and stacked up to one side of the stage. Tendril Guy flinches suddenly and violently, staggering back.  Steam rises as Tendril Guy raises his arms defensively, the tendrils on him whipping and hissing wildly as the city's light begins to burn them away.

     They have to keep it going.  Veneza giggles and runs down the steps, leaping to a crouch as if she's acting out some play or another, and sings, "Now is the time to seize the day!  Answer the call and don't delay!  New York can be righted, boroughs united; let us seize the day!" In response, loose cables curled on one side of the stage suddenly come to life, whipping around Tendril Guy's legs to keep him from running again.

     One of the doors on the prop building slams open dramatically. Beyond it they can see Padmini pushing aside a rack of clothing that persistently keeps trying to roll toward her.  She manages it, stumbles out, and glowers around at all of them.  Veneza gestures frantically for her to take up the thread; Neek spreads his hands too in the universal sign of Come on, hurry up.  Finally, with a little growl, Padmini snaps, "Oh, fine.  'Immigrants:  We get the job done!'" This doesn't seem to have any effect at first, but then Padmini shoves a large, heavy-looking wooden desk out of the way with ease; she's much stronger, now. Enough to get this job done.

     As performances go, it's all terrible.  Slapdash, random, corny; Manny won't be surprised if in the morning they all receive a clipped-out review from a theater magazine that exists only in some alternate reality, panning all of them for defiling the stage.  But as a construct, drawing on the power of three boroughs and the delight of a thousand audiences, from the Delacourte to the Fringe Festival and back, it's exactly what they need. 

     Then, his voice muffled by his own extradimensional growths, Manny hears Tendril Guy -- or maybe the guy within the pelt of tendrils -- try to speak.  "A-all the w-world..." he murmurs, his voice thick, too deep, flanged in a way that sounds like bad special effects.  He's steaming all over, now.  Ah, and at last Manny sees the tendrils burning away, peeling off and curling into nothingness.  As he lowers his arms, Manny sees that he's sweaty-faced and visibly exhausted... but he is smiling.  He turns to face the whispering, flickering audience, and all at once Manny can feel him.  Tendril Guy is part of New York, again -- and he knows it, and some part of his soul rejoices with the knowledge.  Probably helps that the guy is a former theater kid himself; Manny can feel that, now that the Enemy's influence has been broken. Neek grins at Manny; he can feel it, too.

     So then Neek goes over to Tendril Guy, leans close, and blows on the now-shriveled cord attached to the back of his neck.  It snaps free as if Neek's breathed fire onto it, uttering a faint creel of inhuman pain -- and then the cord is snatched away upwards, into the darkening evening sky.  Manny catches a fleeting hint of sinuous movement against the clouds, southward, and then it is gone.

     Tendril Guy, who is now just Some Guy, beams at Neek.  Then he steps back and lifts a finger.  "All the world's a stage," he says again -- clearly this time, in a pleasant baritone, projecting with the ease of long practice.  "And all the men and women merely players!  They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."

     He does the whole monologue then, perfectly.  Not that Manny would know if he got it right -- but the Delacourte does, and as Manny glances out at their whispery audience, he sees smiles, hears soft "ahs" and giggles of approval with every precisely-enunciated line.  As Some Guy finishes, applause breaks out, echoing with unreality but loud and enthusiastic.  The artist formerly known as Tendril Guy beams in delight and extends his hands for Manny and Neek to take.  They do.  Padmini, her pique fading now that she's no longer fighting furniture, shakes her head and takes Neek's hand; Veneza giggles and runs up the steps to take Manny's.  The applause goes on as, uh, Theater Guy leads them in first one bow, and then another.  Someone in the audience whistles.  Someone else yells "Encore!"  It's intoxicating.  They bow a third time.  As at last the applause fades and the lights start to go dark... Theater Guy collapses, between them.

     "Oh, no," Veneza says, her delight vanishing.  "Please, not again -- "

     "He's fine," Manny says, crouching by Theater Guy, though he checks Theater Guy's neck-pulse and breathing just to be sure.  It's there, though the guy's skin is clammy with sweat.

     "Close," Neek says.  He's looking up at the sky, after the ugly cable that had been attached to the guy's neck.

     It's only the second time that they've successfully rescued one of these agents of the Woman in White, sent forth from her bastion in Staten Island to... well, Manny's not exactly sure what their purpose is.  Are they superspreaders meant to reinfect the city, and thus help her regain the foothold that she lost three months before?  Are they drones of a sort, reconnoitering enemy territory?  Either way, the result is always the same, if Manny and his fellow avatars don't catch the tendril-bearer and cleanse them in time:  the person burns out and dies, all of their strength used up by the alien intelligence that has worn them like a puppet.

     Not this time, though.  "Let's get him outside," Manny says, grunting as he pulls Theater Guy up.  "Easier for an ambulance to get to him out there."

     "But what about after?" Padmini asks.  She comes over to help him wrestle the guy into a sitting position, so that Manny can pull him into a fireman's carry.  "Uff, he's heavy!  But if somebody calls his family and they take him back to Staten Island, will she just take him over again?  What if she's mad at him for getting caught by us?"

     "It's fine," Neek says.  He's still turned away from them, facing southward.  There is an odd note in his voice, however, which makes Manny frown at his back.  Neek sounds... distracted.  "Most of the folks on Staten are fine.  The ones who commute here lose their little wigglers when they step off the ferry, unless they've got one of those bigger cable-things attached to them.  Grow 'em back on the after-work ride.  They don't even notice."

     "Remember what it was like when she was all over the city," Manny adds.  "All those people she... infected.  She used them if she needed them and ignored them otherwise.  They became part of her, but they didn't seem to mean anything to her, any more than..."  He shakes his head, to the degree that he can with Theater Guy on his shoulders.  "Individual hairs on a person's head.  How often do we notice when we lose one, or when it grows back?"

     "We shouldn't let him go back at all," Padmini says, scowling.  "We know she's doing something to all those people.  He's safer here!"

     Neek focuses enough to turn and eye her over his shoulder.  His tone is mild and his expression neutral, but his words have a sharp point.  "You gonna spring for an apartment for him somewhere?  Let him go crash with ya auntie and the fam?"

     "No, but -- "

     "I know a good spot under the Williamsburg."  Neek's relentless.  "Probably still good even with all the cleanup and construction since the bridge broke.  Warm on cold nights, hard to see so the kids and assholes don't fuck with you.  We could dump him there."

     Padmini sets her jaw.  "Fine.  Point made.  But Staten Islanders are still people, and we should try to help them."

     Veneza, who was peering into the orchestra pit in fascination, turns back to them, plainly uneasy at the tension she's picking up.  "We are.  But I mean, Pads... that's not really our job."

     Now they all fall into an uncomfortable silence, because sometimes the truth is hard.  And the truth is that the avatar of Staten Island is not here with them today because she has rejected them, and thrown her people to the interdimensional wolves by doing so. They are all of them New York... but they are not Staten Island, not anymore. Theater Guy's ultimate fate isn't theirs to make.

     "Ay yo fuck that bird," Neek says, scowling at Veneza, who blinks in surprise.  "Her and Squigglebitch tried to kill us, remember?  Tried to eat you.  Let Staten Island die."

     Padmini stares at him.  "Wait.  What?  Let a whole borough die?  Are you crazy?"

     "Fuck them."  Neek gestures sharply, southward.  "Everyone on Staten Island.  Buncha racist redneck Republican dumbasses, nobody needs them.  They're the reason she's still here, hanging over this city like a fucking guillotine.  I'm tired of stressing about this shit!  Let her flyover country ass die with the rest of them nobody-nothing sons of bitches."

     Manny flinches, despite himself.  That's beyond harsh.  And something about this little rant feels... off.  He's known Neek for all of three months, but in that time Neek has been a quiet and low-key leader of their group, unusually even-keeled for the personification of a city known for its aggression.  Are you okay?  rises to Manny's lips, but he refrains from saying it, aware that it could sound patronizing.  He's wondering it, though.

     All at once different lights snap on within the theater -- not stage lights, but all the rest. Padmini frowns at this.  "Hey, we don't need these anymore.  Which one of you -- "

     Abruptly a piercing electronic alarm sounds throughout the theater, and the lights all turn a startling, awful red.

     "What the shit?"  Neek says.  He blinks as if dazed, turning to stare up at the lights -- and then he stiffens.  "Manny.  You doing that?"

     Manny can barely hear him over the noise.  "No, why would I?  Can't you stop it?"  Neek is New York.  He has better control over the city's power than any of them... but all of a sudden, the city feels strange. Sluggish and reluctant, when Manny gently urges it to shut off the alarm. It's responsive, but unreliable and slow in a way Manny's never noticed before.

     And to Manny's surprise, Neek takes a step back, his very posture radiating unease.  "I... can't.  Nothing's happening. What the fuck."  He shakes his head.

     "Yo, uh, we should go," Veneza says, bouncing nervously on the balls of her feet.  "If that's a break-in alarm -- I mean, we did break in, but -- "

     The Delacourte sits the middle of Central Park, in one of the city's toniest neighborhoods, and is the site of one of its most popular attractions.  "Out," Manny snaps, when it becomes clear that Neek has been so thrown by the situation that he's not reacting quickly enough. "Now."

     Veneza's already moving, running to the edge of the stage.  Manny follows her as quickly as he can with Theater Guy, and Padmini grabs Neek, dragging him along when he doesn't move fast enough.  "Cover your faces!" she cries -- and, yeah, if the city's magic suddenly isn't helping them anymore, that's a good idea.  But Manny can't, unless he wants to drop Theater Guy, who's been through enough.

     There are people milling around in front of the Delacourte, mostly looky-loos reacting to the continuous beeeeeeep of the alarm, but Manny sees how many of them have smartphones in hand.  It can't be helped.  He crouches and carefully sets Theater Guy on a patch of soft grass, and catches the eye of an older lady who is staring at all of them.  "Call 911," he says, with as much urgency as he can.  They can't stop people from filming them fleeing the scene of an apparent break-in, but maybe the sight of someone in distress will distract most of the onlookers.  "This man is hurt and needs an ambulance.  I don't know what happened to him, he just collapsed."

     The lady gasps and starts punching at her phone.  Veneza grabs Manny, tugging so he'll leave Theater Guy there on the ground.  He doesn't want to.  If the cops arrive first, there's a strong chance they'll arrest Theater Guy for the break-in.  If he could just make sure the paramedics arrive first, and that the cops think the alarm is just a mechanical error...  He touches the ground next to his knee and reaches into it, groping for the feel of city power --

     He finds echoes of old audience frustration and annoyed staff and prematurely shutdown vendor services... but these energies will not move in response to his will. What's there feels different from all the other times he's ever used city power -- clotted, somehow. 

     "Dude," Veneza says, giving him a hard yank.  They can hear sirens outside the park, coming closer.  "Come on, man, I ain't doing Rikers for you!"

     Grinding his teeth in frustration, Manny lets Veneza pull him away. They book it for Central Park West again, zigging southward first since there are woods and rock hills in that direction that can obscure their route for anyone trying to put them on TMZ.

       In their wake, the Delacourte's alarm blares until sirens drown it out.

TWWM Deleted Scene 1 by N. K. Jemisin is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.

#the world we make #the great cities #deleted scene #answered asks

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my love!! can I request some nsfw don giorno headcanons pls?? I thirsttttt for grown and sexy giorno omg 😭 thank you so much for doing these!

Author Note: Yes beloved anon! 🥰 Don Giorno Nsfw headcanons coming right up! Might’ve gone a bit over board with these but I couldn’t help myself. I don’t blame you for thirsting for him. I thirst for him too but then again who doesn’t?? And your welcome ❤️ I made them safe for both male and female readers. Also Giorno will be aged up, 20+

Warning: Explicit sexual content ahead! Various kinks, positions are mentioned, etc. aged up character.

Don Giorno Giovanna x Reader (Male & Female)

NSFW🔞 Headcanons

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Giorno is an absolute gentlemen and he’s waited ever so patiently for you to be ready to be intimate in the bedroom with him so once you’re ready, be prepared

Giorno is a switch and when he’s top he’s going to be either gentle and loving or rough and sensual. It really depends how he’s feeling. He doesn’t mind being soft with you, he likes to be romantic in the bedroom.

He’s also amazing at praising. He’ll speak a lot of Italian too from pet names to cussing from pleasure.

He’s going to adore you begging or saying his name when you cum

He also has an overstimulation kink he’s going to give you plenty of orgasms' and you’re going to take it

When he’s a sub he gets very turned on by praise, hair pulling, doggy style, toys, he likes getting belittled, teased, and he’s into pet play or being your slave

If you’re not into the same stuff it isn’t a deal breaker since he likes to pleasure his partner

When he’s praised he’s going to moan and blush. He loves his body getting touched and praised by you he’s giving you pleading eyes when you do so.

He’s groaning when you pull his braid or mess it up. Please pull on his round bangs too. He’ll say your name in such a pleading moan.

Having sex on his don chair is an absolute must. He’ll want to think about it when he misses you

He will love if you massage him after a long day and begin giving him teasing touches or kisses. It really works him up.

Leaving marks on him also works him up.

If you’d like to give him a blowjob I suggest to go somewhere private because he’s loud. I wouldn’t suggest hotels unless you want others to hear. He’ll moan and scream but trust me it’s worth it. He’ll tell you exactly what your doing feels amazing and he’ll tell you exactly what he wants.

He doesn’t mind dressing up for his lover so if you want him to wear something in the bedroom he’ll automatically agree to it. Anything to please you.

He’s totally into car sex. He’ll make sure it’s in one specific car so it still smells like sex and your scent so he can masturbate before or after work

If you speak another language he’ll say a couple flirting pet names or comments in your language too.

One last thing. You can’t look at this man and tell me he wouldn’t be a good male stripper for his significant other 👀 c’mon look at those poses or how he strips his clothing like it’s nothing (Examples here👇)

Female Partner

Giorno’s got the perfect jawline for his face to be ridden on. It’s going to feel AMAZING. He’s going to eat you out like no tomorrow. Those plush lips give the softest of kisses and it feels like heaven when he begins sucking. Please make a mess on his face. Be sure to compliment his sharp jawline it motivates him and it’s worth it to feel that smirk against your pussy. He’ll even make a flirting comment back. He knows his hot breath and soft lips against your pussy is giving you shivers down your back.

He’ll constantly praise your pussy.

“This pussy is so delicious, amore.”

“So perfect I can’t stop, mia bellissima (my beautiful).”

Giorno loves your moans the louder the better. He’s praising them as well. Actually he’s worshipping you.

Super turned on when he makes you squirt. Please get his trademark suit dirty. If you get his golden hair or his torso he’s going to have a smug expression across his face. If you get his signature don outfit dirty, yes the black and green one, then you’re in for it. He’s going to make you lick it up. Only so he can taste it when he makes out with you while fucking you in his suit. The don is parched if you get his chest in his boob window. Watching you lick up your own cum on his pecs gets this man going. It’s enough to make him cum because he’ll think about it when he’s at work next time. He’ll have wet dreams about it too. This is your opportunity to tease him because he’ll get flustered about it.

Lingerie is a must if you want him getting heated fast but body harnesses? He’s going to get so bashful around you. You got him wrapped around your finger.

If you’re a flirt he’s going to be such a tease and flirt back. If you manage to make him blush he’s melting inside

If you’re shy he’s going to adore you. He thinks it’s absolutely adorable. Soft Giorno is now unleashed. His heart is melting.

He loves a girl that dresses up like his maid, bunny, or kitty. He wants to brush your hair and pamper you. If you’re his maid he promises to reward you generously. Bonus points if you call him Don Giovanna of Mr. Giovanna. Also please sit on his lap. He wants to wrap an arm around you or grab your lovely face.

He’ll like a little bride outfit/lingerie because he likes to pretend it’s your honeymoon. He’ll have heart eyes while he’s making love to you. He likes leaving the cheap wedding veil on you since you look both breathtaking and it feels like the real deal to him. Wearing a goddess, nymph, or cupid outfits also have the same affect on him. You’re getting that “honeymoon” treatment regardless of being in the outfit outside the bride cosplay.

He’s giving you a plethora of romantic names in Italian.

He moans and gets whiny when you ride him

He likes sucking on your breasts. He’ll be gentle with them. He doesn’t have preferences for size he loves them all. Expect a lot of kisses.

If you wear a dress or skirt when he’s in the mood he’ll make a bunch of teasing touches like caressing or playing with your inner thighs sometimes smacking it. He’ll remove your panties. If you’re wearing something thin like lingerie or a thong he’ll rip it off of you.

He loves stockings so he’s going to admire them while he’s fucking you or looking at you from behind

He’s got a bit of a master/slave kink both receiving and giving. He’ll like begging for you calling you mistress, goddess, anything to get you to pleasure him. He loves when you tug at his collar. He’s going to love your heal pressing against his neck or chest. He’s such a slut for licking your boot/heal. If you make him howl or bark he’ll gladly do so. He’s also into getting whipped by you too. If you’re receiving he’s quite the rewarding master. He picks the most expensive collars for you and he wants to be called Giovanna or master. He’s going to make you speak Italian too so you better be good or you’ll get withheld pleasure and you’re going to have to start begging.

Male Partner

Giorno’s thick lips will feel amazing around your dick. He’s going to be good at giving blowjobs. He’ll do them anytime you want to as long as it’s private. He’s also into face fucking, giving and receiving.

He’ll love calling you his bello or caro 

He loves pecs, thighs, and muscles. He’s going to praise them all. Teasing touches, marks, kisses. He’ll do them all.

If you’re taller than him he’ll like you pressing him against the wall or furniture. He’s going to be a little shit/brat so beware but once you hit his sensitive spot he’s going to be moaning your name in no time.

If you’re shorter then he likes to put you in positions where your arms are extended from behind your back or you’re underneath him

Giorno will beg and lay his head against your lap/abdomen when he’s really needy or wanting soft sex

He admires tattoos on a man especially on their back muscles or chest

Giorno is into pet play and has a master/slave kink, giving and receiving. When he’s your pet or slave he’s going to do anything your heart desires. He’ll call you master or sir. When he’s “master”, he’ll call you pretty boy or slave boy. He’s quite the rewarding master. Bonus points if you call him don Giovanna or Mr. Giovanna. He likes leather collars by the way (on himself or you).

He’s going to get flustered if you’ve got genital piercings or tattoos.

He wants all your cum but if you decide to get his back or chest he can’t help but love how it feels. He’s praising you.

If you wear his outfits or clothing he’s instantly marking your neck or shoulder and whispering about how badly he wants you. Bonus points if you make sexy poses.

He’ll like giving you hand jobs too so if you’re also into quickies this will be great. He’ll suggest them sometimes while he’s driving. If you offer then he gladly accepts but he’s going to bite at your neck.

He wants his man to call him daddy because he’ll like to tease you for it. If you want him to call you daddy it needs to be earned. Have fun putting him in his place. He also likes getting called pretty man or gorgeous. It’s meaningful when you tell him.

When he uses his stand he’ll grow vines to wrap around your dick or slide them inside you.

Giorno is also loving and he’ll like to hold you against him, calling you masculine Italian pet names. In these moments if he smells cologne or masculine body washes he’ll certainly blush. When you kiss him because you notice, he’s instantly melting in the kiss.

How Giorno talks to you in the bedroom:

“Stai bene in questa posizione, carino.”

(You look good in this position, cutie.)

“È tutto quello che hai, bello.”

(That all you got, handsome?)

#not sfw #giorno x reader #giorno smut #female reader #male reader #don giovanna #don giorno #jojo headcanons #giorno giovanna x reader #aged up characters #giorno giovanna x you #giorno giovanna smut

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This is the first proper thing I've drawn in ages (and first are I think I've posted in over 5 years?) I just needed to draw the opening to Act 5 and my reaction to it.

Nothing has gripped me in such a way and forced me to finish an art piece like this in so fucking long. I see far too much of myself in him. I just want them to be ok after this is all over. STARS, this is just Asriel all over again isn't it. But WORSE!/pos

…I guess that could make this vent adjacent? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I also made a shitpost edit that I posted separately here.

There are so many things covered by each other and I just need to share and talk about them. Bonus details and rambles under the cut.

Siffrin's expression was like the first thing I drew and if it didn't turn out as good as it did I probably wouldn't have spent almost 10 days slowly adding to this and I just need to show it because his hands/arms end up covering most of their face.

Nothing much else to say about him, I'm just super happy with how everything about him turned out (I did have to go back and redraw some of his hair towards the end because the line thickness wasn't consistent with everything I drew after.

Next is ME yippeeeee. I have no idea why I spent so long adding details even tho I knew alot of it would get covered by Sif 'cause of how I was posing this.

I even designed a little button based on the Change Ornament + Star (the Change Belief and Lost Belief in The Universe really spoke to me in so many ways)

The gloves are an Archery Glove on the right hand and a Drawing/Writing Glove on the left.

The cloak is based on the style of cloak my mom made for my family for SCA events when I was young. It's just a simple hooded cloak but it has a slit in each side so you can stick your hands threw without needing to open up the cloak. I imagine it being stylized like, the opening doesn't exist until you stick your hands threw and then it can just freely glide around the face of the cloak to wherever it's needed, stopping at the elbow only letting threw the forearm, below the slit beginning to hang off the elbow with gravity while the part above begins to move with the upper arm.

I didn't even try to draw the outfit under the cloak because dealing with the folds of a thick wool cloak was enough for me (you can see how I gave up at the knees because I KNEW Sif was gonna cover them up). What I imagine the outfit being is this big baggy tunic and pants that are tied down at the forearms/calves to keep from getting in the way, it's also supposed to have a big baggy turtleneck thing that can be pulled up as a(nother) hood (iirc, this sorta thing was used so someone could wear a chainmail hood without it grabbing your hair(there ware also like stand alone cloth hoods that did the same thing too but eh, my memory is bad I might just be misremembering this)) but I couldn't figure out the folds and ended up just doing a simple button up thing (which then got covered by Sif's big head anyway.)

I spent soooo long trying to draw my eyes, trying to figure out the shape, and ended up just doing a bunch of small tests to the side before finding one that actually looked right. Drag it over the face and see that it fit EXACTLY, didn't even need to redraw it or anything.... unless you're talking about the other eye in which case I just duplicated it, flipped, and did some perspective warping until it looked ok because I could NOT draw that again especially at a different perspective (can I just say I have no idea how I drew that creepy eye but I love it, it was the first eye I drew and I just threw 4 lines down what the fuck how. Also the Mira-ish one looks cute too but didn't fit the expression.) I also needed to figure out what the hell was wrong with the expression I had before so you get 2 faces from me figuring that out (turns out I had the eyebrows facing the wrong way.)

I ALMOST FUCKING FORGOT MY FRECKLES TOO AAAAAAAAA (they're actually missing from the version I posted in the official ISaT server.) It was super weird trying to add them at the obscenely low resolution I was drawing at and they're probably gonna get compressed to hell and back but I think they're cute.

final thing.

Why is my hair so similar to Sif's but longer? Like, you can see I was sketching over my drawing of him to make sure I'd keep the proportions right when I started working on myself but in the process I realized that I was basically drawing over his hair but longer for mine (drawing I was using as ref here made by @leemak)

Add that to the uncomfortably long list of things I have in common with Siffrin I guess.

#In Stars and Time #ISaT #ISaT Spoilers #ISaT Act 5 Spoilers #Siffrin #ISaT Siffrin #vLink Art #oh hay this is the first time I can finally use the tag I thought up for art of myself yay #technically the fan art tag would be 'fArt' instead but eh

[animehouse-moe]

Welcome To Demon School, Iruma-Kun! Volume 2: Into The Fire

I can't give Kodansha enough praise for (specifically) how they're handling Iruma-kun. I was worried when they announced it as single volumes, but the breakneck release schedule of every 2 months is great. There's a massive backlog of volumes, which means English readers get Iruma at an incredibly fast pace! Either way, it means the second volume's released and there's plenty to talk about with it!

Right away, NIshi's malleable style pulls me right back into Iruma-Kun. I love how fluid and expressive these designs are, how different a character can look from one page to the next. It feels so right with how all over the place Iruma-Kun is.

Similarly, the approach to "action", if you can really call it action, appears early on and works great with the overall style of the manga. Typically speaking, I'm more a fan of storyboarded action (where you see its progression and movement through paneling), but there's a good few exceptions like Iruma-kun, where I do enjoy the more pose based appeal. For it to work though, you need to be really good at expressing entire scenes with a single panel, and I'd say Nishi pulls it off quite well.

Now, you'd think when you're reading content you've already watched (at least once), and from almost 4 years ago now, that some of the comedy might wear thin. Nope. In fact, it's almost the opposite, as plenty of these moments end up feeling nostalgic, like Iruma's appearance by carriage (graciously announced by Opera). It's a bit challenging to explain, but with the unique life only found in the manga, and the differences due to restrictions and approach, the humor doesn't feel worn or thin in any spots.

Of course, it's not all comedy, this is still an impactful shounen for younger audiences, so they throw in pieces like this here and there. I really enjoy how wildly characters are able to swing between their more demonic side, and the more human one. Also, I'm a sucker for negative space with emotional realizations like this. Iruma's worried about being outed as a human, but his friends are worried about why he's feeling down. It's really endearing, and I like that they're able to so easily alleviate Iruma's worries. Anyways, the purpose of the negative space here is to show what Iruma's focused/centered on in this moment, that being Azz-Kun and Clara. But yeah, Iruma-Kun vol. 2 is still, unsurprisingly, checking every possible box it can.

I know I already said that the humor was well received in this volume, but it just works so well with Nishi's approach to movement. The posing and character design and the perceived delay between the two actions is just perfect. It's such great humor.

It takes quite a while, but there's also things in the manga that are inferior to the anime. Truthfully though, what can you do? The manga does nothing wrong with it's wonderful art, but the absence of color really hinders it in comparison. And that's mostly where the anime succeeds. Where there's set limitations, such as not having access to color or movement and the like, the anime picks up on what the manga wants, and brings out the best in it.

Also, it's in this volume that we get our first look at Ameri! I'm a massive fan of her character in the anime, so I was super excited to get a glance at her in the manga, and I wasn't disappointed. Her character design in the manga is super interesting, and actually leaves me somewhat disappointed with the anime's interpretation. Here, Ameri's design has something more.... well almost sultry to it, and it all comes from the eyes. I was super surprised to see how different it makes Ameri feel, but I'm completely for it.

Of course, our cute and Shoujo-obsessed Ameri still exists and is absolutely adorable, but first, this page. Nishi's posing and sense of movement through single panels is just something else, and I love how creative they get with perspective and field of view to really bring out the most in these panels.

Anyways, cute Ameri! I can never get enough of her like this.

I just love how responsive Nishi's character designs and art style are, I can't get enough. How the shading and line art change based on mood or appeal for example with this panel of Ameri. Her hair is usually shaded much darker, and her eyes much sharper, but here they're both the inverse of that to draw the cuteness out of her design. I just love it, I love how fluid Iruma-Kun is as a manga so, so much. (regular shaded Ameri below to show the difference as well)

And just to end it off, Azz-Kun and Clara sneaking around following Iruma.

I'm not exactly the target demographic for a shounen manga that focuses on friendship, doing well in school, respecting adults, and so on and so forth, but I hold it very dear nonetheless. Maybe because it's something that makes me feel younger than I am while reading it, maybe because it's just simply well done on all fronts, maybe something else entirely. But whatever it is, I'm so incredibly happy to be able to have and own each and every volume of this story now that it's been licensed.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma kun #iruma suzuki #魔入りました！入間くん #mairuma #asmodeus alice #clara valac #sabnock sabro #naberius kalego #anime and manga #manga #manga review #manga recommendation #shounen manga #shonen manga

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The Adrigami Breakup Was Hot Garbage.

This is the episode where Adrien and Kagami break up. The reason why they broke up is because Adrien is Cat Noir and will always have to hide things from Kagami, and she's not having it. It's an episode about how the job of a superhero demands sacrifices, about how Adrien lost his girlfriend to his duties.

But this entire thing falls apart due to both Adrien and Kagami acting from out of character to infuriating. Adrien isn't actually shown to face these struggles as Cat Noir. We don't see him "being a responsible superhero" he's just goofing around and getting Ladybug's attention.

Adrien: Finally! Free at last! Plagg, claws out!

And here when Ladybug doesn't show up to their daily patrol:

AdriCat: So, Mr. Banana! Life's peachy, huh? *gets ignored*Peachy? Banana? Get it?.. Forget it.

AdriCat: So! Mr. Ramier! It's been a while since you were akumatized, right? Kinda miss being Mr. Pigeon? You haven't been feeling depressed? Or desperate? Or angry? Annoyed maybe? Not even a little perturbe?

Mr. Ramier: Thank you for asking Cat Noir but I am in the best of spirits, really!

This is the face Adriem makes after he says he's feeling good and isn't gonna get akumatized:

AdriCat (disappointendly): Well I guess I'm out of here then.

Mr. Ramier: Say hello to the lovely Ladybug for me!

AdriCat: Sure thing! If I ever see her.

Literally, this entire first act is establishing that Cat Noir is sad and lonely without Ladybug to the point where he wants people to get akumatized. Like go back and watch the episode this is insane.

Only after that we get to Kagami. And the relationship is.. off. Kagami lies to both their parents to buy her and Adrien time alone in the art room. She asks him to pose for a sketch, he makes a couple model poses, and the bullshit begins.

Kagami: These are all modeling poses. Try something that's more neutral, more you.

Adrien: What about – meow! *Makes a Cat pose* I mean, now? *nervous chuckle*

Kagami: No. You're not at all neutral.

Adrien: Yes I am, I promise. This is me.

Kagami (intensively): No. That's you when you're being silly.

She's downright rejecting his true self and being a control freak. Where did this come from? They used to crack jokes and have genuine fun together (ie Desperada). This is extremely out of character. But it's not over..

Adrien: What if when I'm being silly, I'm really me?

Kagami: *Gets up closer to gently make him pose*

Adrien's expression is.. um-..

Kagami: There. This, is really you.

Adrien: Do you really think..

Kagami: Yes. You're... perfect. *Leans for a kiss*

What does this scene tell us about their relationship? It tells us that it's toxic, that Kagami is controlling, doesn't care for Adrien's boudries and refuses to see who he really is. Which as I mentioned, goes against her characterization in previous episodes.

After whatever that was Adrien keeps getting called to his duity as Cat Noir. This back and forth continues for a while. But as we established, it's not a meaingful sacrifice to leave Kagami because being a superhero is just professional (and not so proffesional) playtime for him. And the episode keeps on reminding you that all throughout. We cut from Kagami being alone at a party they were supposed to go to together, to this:

AdriCat: Ma'lady, it's been a while since I had this much fun.

Ladybug: *Laughs* If battling a super villian with 3 eyes and a giant monster budy is your idea of fun, I can't imagen what your other days are like.

And in the same conversation:

AdriCat: You can count on me, and my jokes, Bugaboo!

Ladybug: Well, you don't have to over-do it.

AdriCat: The truth is, I only ever have this much fun when I'm with you.

And then he comes back straight to Kagami like nothing's wrong. She confronts him about his lies to her and gets akumatized.

Even when he fights Akumatized Kagami to save her, they still make a point at showing you he's having fun.

AdriCat: I can't wait to see what you're gonna do with a drone.

And his reaction after Ladybug confronts him about sacrificing himself:

Ladybug: Seriously you've got to stop doing this to me!

AdriCat: Yeah, but I can't resist this angry little pout of yours when you bring me back.

Excuse me?

And then, I am not kidding, while still being with Kagami, this happens:

Adrien: *Stares into the sky* Oh, Ladybug...

Plagg: Aww how romantic! I get it, even if I do love every cheese on the plate, I always come back for my favorite.

After fencing class they have the conversation. The break up is caused by Kagami not being not being able to trust Adrien. And this is how thw show, including Adrien himself, frames it too.

AdriCat: You know the difference between us and the rest of the world, ma'lady? We can't be completely honest with each other. We keep secrets, and sometimes we have to lie.

Okay, let's sum everything up:

He emotionally cheats on Kagami and is willing to admit it out loud with no shame.

He loves that subject of infatuation so much to the point where he's openly sad about monsters not attacking Paris.

Shows no remorse to leaving his girlfriend every time they are together, and very explicitly enjoys his time with another girl he's in love with.

At the end of the episode him and the writers push all the bs under the rug and claim Adrien is just following his duties.

....Wow. I remembered Lies being a terrible episode for Adrien but it wasn't until I watched it again that I've realized how much Adrien sucks. I am trurly baffled. Top tier character assassination.

And let's not forget Kagami. What the hell was that? Why did she act like that? Why all the sudden she's toxic and controlling?

Well, all of this nonsense is done to serve a very obvious not-so-hidden hidden agenda: Ladynoir good, Adrigami bad. The writers pretended to tell a genuine story about the duties of being a superhero but couldn't help but sneak in this horseshit. They essentially wanted you to subconciously pick up on what this episode is really trying to say: Kagami doesn't know Adrien's true self, she forces him into the "perfect role" and is incompatible to him. While Ladybug knows his true self. Therefore, Adrien can only be happy with Ladybug.

Kagami isn't controlling and incompatible to him. But that didn't matter to the writers, they have a message to put out. They had retcon her characterization to create a contrast that didn't really exist.

And this applies to Adrien too. He needed to be happy to leave his girlfriend to push the... "message". He needed to emotionally cheat on her like he did to push the message. He sacrificed himself so it would show his so-called love for Ladybug. He wanted people to get akumatized so he could be his true self with his beloved Ladybug. But all of these things don't make him to be compatible with her and destined to be with her, they make him an a$$hole.

And I'm not gonna buy into this message they snuck in there with retcons and infuriating behaviors.

#anti adrien #anti chat noir #anti cat noir #anti adrien agreste #anti ladynoir #anti miraculous #anti miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #miraculous ladybug critical #miraculous critical #anti mlb #ml writing salt #mlb salt #ml salt #mlb critical #ml critical #anti ml #adrigami #pro adrigami #adrien x kagami #kagami x adrien #kagami

[adobe-outdesign]

i love your korbat review! i hope it’s ok to request a color instead of a pet. could you review some UC grey pets? thank you!

(Similar to the species reviews, I'll do an overview of the color as a whole followed by my top three picks, plus a bonus extra least favorite.)

I'm not sure which member of TNT decided that there should be a paint brush for giving your pet clinical depression, but hey, I'm not complaining. I love neutral palettes, and the colour itself is super distinct—it would've been easy for this to just be a recolour ala silver, but instead they really went the extra mile in making it unique and distinct.

The only drawback to grey is that it has always been one of the colours impacted the hardest from customization. The entire point of the colour was less the palettes themselves (which are primarily, shocker, gray, sometimes with pink accents) and more the gorgeous artwork, which was incredibly expressive and sometimes outright beautiful. By making all the grey pets fit a rigid pose for customization, the colour ends up just being a recolour that happens to make your pet slightly depressed, instead of the full-on misery fest it used to be before conversion.

That said, I will defend customized grey pets a little—they do work as a great neutral base for customization and can look quite pretty when dressed up correctly. (Of course I, someone who has a converted grey Kougra, may be slightly biased.) Otherwise, this colour is best suited for UCs.

Favorite Species:

Yurble: The converted version is fine; it's not overly sad looking by any means, but that makes it a good base for customization. However, the UC version is the star here. What a fantastic design—the unfurled, limp ears are just perfection, and the long mane and drooping face are just wonderfully miserable. I also really like the pink eyes, which stand out nicely against the grey. The grey itself also has good contrast, with the dark eye markings really making the eyes pop.

Kougra: While this isn't the most interesting grey pet out there, I really like the overall look of the Kougra. The converted version doesn't look all that sad, but I like the subtlety stressed vibe and, like the Yurble, this makes it great for pets of any personality.

(Also, the customized version removes female Kougra's half-lidded eyes, which is a massive improvement across the board.)

Meanwhile, the UC is outright adorable, sporting a sitting pose, floppy ears, and an upward-looking expression befitting of a dog in one of those donation commercials. Once again, the pink eyes draw attention to the face, and the contrast between the shades of grey is good. I do think the stripes could've been a little drippy-er to really get that sadness down, but still, a very nice looking pet overall.

Acara: I was debating between the Acara and the Ixi for this, because I like both, but I have to go with the Acara for two reasons. First, the customized version looks pretty good—I appreciate the addition of tears to help make it look that much sadder, seeing as the pose is gone. It's not as neutral as some grey pets, but if you want a converted grey pet that still looks a bit sad, this is a good pick. Also, the pink ears and paws look lovely.

And secondly, the UC has a really neat thing conceptually wherein the horns are draped forward over the head instead of behind it. That's such a simple but fun visual touch, and like the UC grey Yurble's ears, it really helps to convey a sense of misery via the actual pet design. I also really like how it's leaning forward and looking up, like it's too tired to stand correctly. Great stuff.

Least Favorite Species:

Chia: Gotta give this one to the Chia. Even if you ignore the fact that it was made post-customization, meaning that there's no UC version to compare, it's also just really boring even by converted UC standards. There's no nice pink accents (unless you count the tongue), the hair looks fine, even the expression just looks more bummed out than depressed. I could've easily seen the feet being pink or the hair being mussy, or some deep shadows around the eyes; something to convey, well, anything, really. It's an alright customization base, but nothing more.

#neopets #neotag #yurble #acara #chica #neopet reviews

[suddencolds]

Who are your favorite artists/writers in the community?

THIS IS SO HARD, anon 😭 (but it's a question I'm curious about others' answers to too!) I have some time before work, so I'll attempt to answer somewhat coherently:

i've always admired @hachiibun, in particular for his ability to draw such a variety of poses and pre snz expressions (his somewhat recent post of h/sr snzcanons comes to mind)!! i'm continually amazed by the way he's able to capture nuances in characterization through the little visual details he chooses to highlight. i think he particularly excels at capturing like, the misery/harshness of a snz, and the all-consuming ticklishness of the build-up 😭

@mochindayo has super lovely ocs! i look forward to seeing their snz art and non-snz art alike. i love the way they draw hair in particular—it looks sooo soft and fluffy and i can tell there's a lot of care put into arranging the strands. the characters they draw genuinely look so pretty (even ruined with a cold or allergies, there's always something beautiful to them)??

i need to mention @6pmsoup bc their sketches literally always eat!! i feel like they always have such a tasteful way of like narrowing down which elements to give more dimension/detail/shading to. their art looks simultaneously so clean and engaging 😭 (cheating a bit here and i hope it's okay to say this, but i am also continually impressed by their musical ear and their compositional ability)

i really love @whiskey-tango-matcha's ocs so, so much! she has such an impressive handle on character voices and humor; when i read her fics, i really love how easy it is to get lost in the conversational flow. in particular, elijah and greyson have a super fun dynamic of like, simultaneous prickliness and concern?? it's not something i see a lot, but i feel like i could never get tired of the way they play off of each other 😭

one of the first snzfics i read which like blew me away was actually something @ithadtobesneezing posted to ao3 (i am embarrassed to say how long ago, haha). she has a very good handle on emotional depth 😭 like i feel like she writes with a certain clarity of character; her works carry like this sort of emotional intimacy and sensitivity to them, which always stands out

recently i have been head over heels in love w @vllergy's oc series. i honestly cannot remember the last time i fell for two characters so quickly 😭 jin and vesen and their dynamic set me on fire; i have not enough words to describe how fun it is to read from jin's headspace. his character voice really shines through in the narration (and some of it is really funny too???); seriously check it out if you haven't already!

#ask #thank you for the ask!!! #i can think of like a dozen more names off the top of my head but i took so long writing this that i have to #leave for work now T.T

[everynicorobin]

Favorite Robin panels, cont.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Sabaody (cont.)

Chapter 495

Look at her. What's she doing. What is that face. I love her.

Chapter 496

Top ten funniest panels in One Piece

Chapter 507

I really respect her decision. She could have taken the easy way out and saved herself and everyone a lot of trouble by skipping out on getting the Road Poneglyphs, but she has enough faith in herself and the crew to know that they'll make it on their own.

Chapter 510

I admire this quick thinking. Her Clutch move might have worked by redirecting the beam at the sky, but she might not have been able to generate enough hands to pull that off in time, especially considering (though they didn't know this at the time) that this Kuma is a robot duplicate. So she does the next best thing: Slam his jaw closed like an alligator's and blow him up from the inside.

Chapter 512

Although it was Usopp who grabbed her at the time, I appreciate the similarities between this panel and the ones where Robin is rescued from Aokiji and then abducted to safety on the sea train.

Tequila Wolf

Chapter 593

She loves them so much!! She's turning down the chance of a lifetime so she can go be with Luffy in his time of need! Just starts crying just starts crying

Chapter 596

auuguhughh she loves her friends

Sabaody (return)

Chapter 599

Look at her!! She's so happy to come back and meet up with everyone :')

Chapter 600

And she wants to see Luffy again so much!! Ms Robin I love you!!

Fishman Island

Chapter 605

This one is great because this is the first time Robin's drawing something unusual they've seen, but she acts like it's a habit for her. Plus, this is what the sketch ended up as:

Chapter 616

This is just a lovely shot of her. Look at her. Keep looking at her. Beautiful.

Chapter 628

This is a very nice moment - very peaceful and calm, yet her words hold some kind of weight. We've gotten more hints as to Joyboy's identity at this point, but back then he was just as big a mystery as the One Piece itself.

Chapter 629

God this is so funny. Why'd she do it like this. She could have stopped their fight any other way.

Chapter 643

A very cool Robin! Her pose is great here, especially with the sunglasses, and she very casually deflects their praise onto Jinbe, not taking any credit.

Chapter 648

Another adorable Robin and Chopper moment! She doesn't even ask if he needs help, she just supports him without a word.

Chapter 648

I love that she chose to hold his head like that instead of holding him under the arms like a normal person

Chapter 649

She knows how to do an epic reveal and puts that talent to good use. It's a serious subject, not only because they're talking about a potentially destructive power, but because that power belongs to a young girl who has no idea of her true ability.

Punk Hazard

Chapter 655

A super cute panel where she enjoys Usopp's misery while feeding Luffy :)

Chapter 659

An amazing panel for several reasons. Robin's inner thoughts are cute as always. Based on Luffy's lack of worry or "How will we get across?" attitude, it seems he has the same idea as Robin. Usopp knows them well enough to read their minds at this point. Absolutely incredible.

Chapter 661

A great scary Robin face and all she wants to do is steal the enemy's clothes

Chapter 665

Her cold fury for the fact that Franky is making weird faces in Chopper's body culminating in her commanding him to never speak again is just hilarious

Chapter 673

Always very funny to see how not seriously they take to being kidnapped and tied up, and the fact that they're reminiscing about when Robin was an enemy is doubly amusing

Chapter 696

HER HOODIE

Dressrosa

Chapter 700

Yet another peek into her vivid imagination

Chapter 705

The combination of the hat and sunglasses gives her a very classy look here

Chapter 711

This is Robin's first expression of comic shock and I love it so much

Chapter 711

Another great expression, coupled with the fact that this is the moment Usopp's habit of self-aggrandizing and lying finally breaks her

Chapter 728

Robin gives off the air of, and often is, sensible. It's moments like these that really stand out, when she's swayed by a sob story (even if she's not crying) or walking headfirst into danger.

Chapter 728

Her second expression of comic shock, even better than the first since she's participating in a group gag this time

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

#tree of knowledge #fujikos-gun