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n6ptunova · 6 months

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gamer boy • chris sturniolo

a/n: can’t stop thinking abt gamer chris someone sedate me.

summary: giving chris head while he streams fortnite and tries to keep quiet.

warnings: idk if this counts as smut but suggestive content, blowjob, mentions of sex, not proofread

og fortnite dropped recently which meant your boyfriend has been more occupied than usual. it was seriously an addiction for this man, he stayed up for hours, forgot to eat, and worst of all- in your opinion- he barely paid any attention to you nowadays. you’ve had enough tho, so tonight you’re changing things up.

you sat on one side of chris’ bed, out of frame, since him and his brothers decided to stream today. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone waiting for them to finish but it was taking too long. you looked over at chris and he’s never looked more fine, his hair was messy underneath the headset, his eyes serious and focused on the screen, his mouth parted- occasionally licking or biting his lips- you wanted him, you missed having chris all over you, his lips on yours, his dick inside you, you needed him. bad.

fuck it. you thought to yourself getting down on the floor and crawling quietly towards chris’ desk without being seen or heard. he briefly glanced down at you, not thinking much of your position, you’re probably just looking for something.

you put your hand on his knee slowly pushing his chair back so you could get underneath the desk fully. once you sat down on your knees you pulled him back so his crotch was right in front of your face. now he was confused. he couldn’t say anything since he was livestreaming with his brothers so he resorted to furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a quick questioning look- immediately looking back at the screen so he doesn’t look suspicious- or lose.

you put your pointer finger on your lips indicating for him to be quiet and started to slide both your hands up his thighs reaching for the waistband of his shorts. he was caught off guard by this causing him to lose the game, “NO FUCK- bro one second i need to use the bathroom.”

he turned off his camera and muted his mic, “what the fuck are you doing?” he didn’t sound annoyed or angry just confused.

“i miss you, chris. you haven’t been paying any attention to me lately,” you pouted.

“i’m so sorry babe but can it wait? i promise you’ll have my full attention when i’m done.”

“no.”

“no?”

“no chris. i’ve ran out of patience so you’re gonna play your stupid game with your dick in my throat. don’t make a sound so no one catches on ok?”

“i- ” he hesitated for a moment, stunned, before deciding he liked the risk, “yes ma’am.”

he stood up allowing you to pull his pants down to his ankles and as he sat back down he made sure his lower half was out of frame before unmuting and opening the camera, “i’m back guys.”

as they started another round, you wrapped your fingers around his dick causing him to suck in his breath, and very very slowly you started to pump him, hands sliding up and down. he let a faint moan slip out and quickly closed his mouth shut. this was going to be hard.

you brought your face closer and licked a stripe going up his dick, your tongue flat against it. “ooohhh my god,” he groaned trying his best to disguise this as frustration from the game but truth is, he was losing his mind over the sight of you on your knees about to suck him off in front of thousands of viewers.

you repeated the same motion, tongue gliding up but this time once you reached the top you took him whole in your mouth, the tip briefly nudging your throat, coming back up you swirl your tongue in circles on his tip.

“oh fuck,” he almost rolls his eyes and head back, trying to control his breathing but he’s running out of breath, twitching and breathing heavier everytime his tip touched the back of your throat. you started getting sloppier with it and you could tell he was close.

“chris bro fucking focus that guy was right in front of you! you could’ve easily killed him!” matt yells at chris after losing again. chris can barely keep his grip on the controller- let alone play properly.

“ughhh i c-can’t with this stupid game, i need a drink brb.” he uses this as an excuse to turn off the mic and camera again.

the moment he did, he slumped far back into his chair, his head and eyes rolled backwards as he let out a sigh mixed with a moan. he bucked his hips upwards and tangled his hand into your hair.

“fuckfuckfuck please don’t stop,” he begs as you continue doing what you’re doing, enjoying the heavenly sounds coming out of his mouth until he finally releases his load into your mouth, whining and whimpering at how good it feels. you swallow whole and stick your tongue out to show him.

“you’re fucking insane. i love you.” he cups your face with both of his hands and leans down to give you the most passionate kiss wasting no time to deepen it with his tongue in your mouth as you sit yourself on his lap, running your hands through his hair. you pull back to catch your breath and you’re loving how fucked he looks right now.

“i love you too,” you giggle, “now get a win with your brothers already so we can finish this in your bed, you owe me.”

“anything for you ma.” he gives a quick kiss before you get up and go back to your original place on his bed, thinking about riding him next time he games with his friends with the camera off. this is gonna be fun.

#pt 2??#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #n6ptunova

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ackermonie · 2 years

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like a hot dad

content: nsfw, long haired levi, breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink if u squint, dilf levi, post war canon

warnings: +18 content, mild manga spoilers, f!bodied reader.

wc: 1.5k~

tags: @motherfckerrr bc they commented ehe

a/n: i genuinely had no idea where this was going i just kept writing and somehow ended up with being h word for dilf long haired levi and idk how to take it back tysm

also pls reblog if u can!! i’m tryna gain back my old followers from my previous blog due to shadowban, so spreading the word could def help!! tysm either way<3

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do you think levi would grow his hair out post-war?

idk mahn but the vision of him with a short wolf-ish is really getting to me.

i feel like maybe he’d let it grow accidentally. with the healing process for his knee and the rest of his wounds i feel like he wouldn’t really care about his hair, and you’re totally in for it.

it’s a huge change. for years, you’re used to levi’s neat hair and infamous undercut, and you were 100% into it. but now as he finally lets you cut his hair for him instead of doing it himself, you kinda slowly fix it in a wolf cut and let it grow gradually.

you’d come up with excuses every time he asks you to cut his hair.

“i have so much to do around the house today, my love. maybe tomorrow?”

“oh, i’m on my period today. i can barely stand up.”

“oh! i forgot i have to go get stuff from the market! i’ll be meeting gabi and falco, i can’t be late, can i?”

once he gets frustrated with you, the raven silk was already down to his nape. it shaped his face beautifully, and once you caught him with a pair of scissors in the bathroom, your soul left your body.

“WAIT!” you dash to him, holding down the armed left hand. “you’re not left handed! you wanna ruin your hair??”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes at you. “you’ve been putting me off for months. look how long it’s gotten!” he gestures with a hand to the mirror in front of you two. “i look hideous.”

you slip the scissors from his hands, and levi catches the little sly smile that slips on your face as you squeeze yourself between his body and the sink.

you watch the realization fall on his face while your hands slip in his hair.

“is this what i get for letting my guard down around you?”

“you look beautiful,” you tell him, love struck as you are, never missing the pink dust that rushes to his cheeks “everyone compliments you for it. you still wanna cut it off again?”

“i don’t give a shit about anyone else.” he grumbles and looks down between you both, leaning on his cane. “i don’t look representable.”

“you don’t have to look representable,” your tone lowers in sincerity. a thumb grazes the scar on the right side of his face. “you’re not a captain anymore, my love. you’re free to do whatever your heart pleases.”

he looks up at you, features blank, but you know well how your words are tossing and turning in his brain.

“besides,” your smile returns back to your face, and you pull him a little closer. “you look extremely hot.” a hand trails down to the hem of his shirt, your eyes following the movement, then you return your gaze back up to him. “like a hot dad.”

his eyebrows shoot up, playfulness making an appearance on the previous stoic features. “like a hot dad?”

“mmhm,” you affirm with a mock-nonchalant nod, and you slip away from him jjjuuust when he was about to pull you in. you look at him over your shoulder, mischief pure in your gaze. “i’ll go check on dinner for the guests coming tonight. feel free to join.”

only except that ten minutes later, the kitchen is completely empty and you two didn’t manage to make it past the living room. he was seated on the sofa, head throw back with his fucking hair framing his delicious expression like that, you swear you could cum untouched in your position between his legs as you get to work.

“like a hot dad, huh?” he mumbles, all breathless and shit once you were seated in his lap, his length stretching you perfectly. a hand reaches up to wipe away the remaining of his previous climax on the corner of your lips. you throw your head in the crook of his neck, the pleasure of your hips rolling skillfully against his hitting you bad. “you could’ve just asked, lovely. wanna make me a daddy?”

you manage a shaky nod when he begins to meet your hips halfway.

a hand trails up from your waist to garb your neck, squeezing deliciously as he pulls you away from his neck to take a good look at you. “words, my love.”

“yes,” you nod, eyes closed in bliss. one of your hands grab the wrist of the hand around your neck. “wan’ make y-you a…hhah… daddy.”

“fffuuck…” he groans out when you squeeze around him, letting himself gather enough strength before he throws you off of him and onto the sofa. when your thighs are squeezed together at the painful loss of contact, a palm falls on one of them, leaving a flushed mark in its wake.

“open wide, baby.” he grabs a hold of his cock while he holds the back of your opening thigh to keep the pair apart. the years upon years in the survey corps leave you as flexible as you can be, so when he presses your thigh back, your joints bend easily at his will. pumping himself a few times as he gazes at your glistening folds, another groan breaks out from deep in his chest.

“god, look at you.” he rolls his hips in, and you feel him slip through so pleasurably that you can’t hold back the loud whimper that escapes you.

because damn, how could you not from this view? this is a face of a determined, pussy-drunk man. sweat broke on his forehead, a few strands sticking to the skin while the rest of his hair falls around his face perfectly. you see a ting of pain on his features, and you scatter to try to change your position for a more comfortable one for him, but he is quickly pushing you back down to the couch, a hand falling to your lower abdomen.

the pressure he puts there makes you forget your own name, and it shows on the way your body shivers with bliss. his thrusts increase in velocity, the maddening roll of his hips against yours throwing you in a whole other dimension.

a hand reaches out to grab yours, and through the dizzying pleasure, you realize that levi is pressing your own hand to your abdomen underneath his.

“look how deep inside am i,” he grumbles, leaning down to press a kiss on your bouncing tits. you feel his length stroke in and out of you the more levi puts pressure on your hand. “taking me so well. always so well, baby.”

he takes control of your hand once more, feeling you squeeze familiarly around him, and he pushes your fingers through his hair. you yank on the strands immediately, pulling out a fucking growl out of the man as he leans down until your chests were touching, putting a bit of his body weight on you for support.

you latch onto him like a koala, the burn of your core muscles stretching as he pushes you in a mating press mixes well with your pleasure-high brain. levi kisses, licks, bites down on your neck to leave marks you’ll have trouble hiding later, but you don’t give a shit. you arch your neck more, letting out a long moan when he nips at a certain spot, the bliss turning you mad.

levi is breathless. his puffs of air fan your face when he brings his face on top of yours. a whimper escapes past his lips, his features twisted with pleasure uncontrollably, and you drown in the sounds he makes.

“wann’ make you a mommy too,” he mumbles, open lips landing on the corner of your lips. “wanna…hhah… fill you up. over,” he pauses, delivering an especially harsh thrust that you feel at your cervix. “and over again.”

“levi, i’m so—,”

your body begins to curl into him, eyes closing uncontrollably, and the poor man barely has any chance to ready himself for the way you tighten impossibly around him as you give him your first climax.

your body shivers and quivers, shaking as he overstimulates you chasing after his own pleasure. he leans back up, hands harshly grabbing your lips as he manages to pull you even deeper, and you tightness milk him.

it isn’t the first time he cums inside you, but this one sure hits different. after a few more thrusts that manage to abuse your cervix, levi stills stiffly with a strong groan, and you feel his warmth coat your walls .

he gives you a few more deep strokes as he leans down to kiss you deeply, making sure he fucks all his load deep enough.

his hips still once more, but you keep devouring his lips. weak moans are erupted from both of you as you two calm down gradually, before levi throws sway your attempts of calming down your still-raging arousal when he pulls away, leans up, and slowly pulls out of you.

and he watches the mixture of both your orgasams begin to pool out of you, and you watch as he takes two fingers to push everything back in. you shamelessly roll your hips against bis digits once more.

he looks up at you, fingers still engulfed, snd a smirk takes over his handsome features.

“one more time for good measures?”

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 9 months

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Charles Leclerc x Male reader

"Is it worth it?"

I'm slowly trying to get back to writing so updates might have like days gap in between or maybe a week, depends on my mood really, but I will try to write as often as I used to. It's just author's block is a bitch.

Prolly gonna be one of those typical angst stories but eh, angst was what I wanted when writing this.

I will be opening my requests for a bit maybe I might get some interesting stuff.

Warning: mentions of sex but no actual sex or maybe a few lines referencing it(?) Idk really

Here I am standing all alone in the pouring rain on the streets of monaco, I country I once was delighted to call home. Walking around aimlessly I can't help but think back to the events that lead to this ending and letting the tears slide down my rosy cheeks. I think back to the times I once was in his arms as how she is now, how he would tell me how much he loved me and hold me tight while cuddling on the couch, slowly falling asleep to a movie we both don't really care about.

We lay on the couch my face buried in his chest, his hand on my waist holding me tight the other playing with my hair.

"Charles, will you ever find someone better than me?"

I ask letting my insecurity take over for a moment.

"Mon cour, tell me, how can I find something better than perfection?" He says with a chuckle while he pull my hair softly so I am now forced to look up at him.

"You're unbelievable." I say while my cheeks turn a shade of pink. "I guess I'm just afraid that you will one day get tired of me, or see someone better than me, I'm just afraid that the last 4 years of my life with would just go down the drain like it meant nothing." I continue now having teary eyes and burying my face back in chest wetting his shirt a bit.

"Don't ever think that, I will never leave you, you have been the best thing to happen to me. I have not woken up a single day for the past 4 years without wondering why you chose me, why you noticed me?" He says now sitting us both up with me on his lap and his hands now I my cheeks wiping the stray tears that are still falling down.

I look at his face, watery eyes meeting mine.

"Don't ever think that you are someone not worth keeping, I love you and I promise to be with you forever."

I sit down on the wet pavement, my tears not stopping yet. Not being able to holdback the sadness, I pat my pockets feeling for my phone and wallet before realizing I left them at his apartment along with the groceries I just bought.

"Charles?" I say loudly, not hearing a reply I try again.

"Charles?" I say a bit louder.

I decide to get comfortable first, hanging my jacket on the coat rack, removing my shoes and putting on my crocs. As walk to our bedroom I hear grunting, I walked slower trying to concentrate on the noise until I heard a feminine voice.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, chaaarles aahh, fuck you're so biiig."

"I know, now just keep quiet so I can hear if he's back yet." I hear charles say breathily with a few grunts in between.

Hearing him grunting in pleasure and the moaning woman broke me, I knew it was only a matter of time. That one day he would find someone better, and I guess today was the day, or atleast the day I found out. With my mind plagued with the thoughts of them together, naked, having sex, I ran out of the apartment trying to be quiet but on my way to the door I bumped into a picture frame hearing the glass shatter. I looked at the frame through blurry eyes, kneeling down to pick it up and looking at what the photo was, it was me and charles standing on a balcony at sunset, his arm wrapped around my waist, my head on his shoulder our backs towards the sun with smiles on our face.

"I think I heard something break outside." I heard charles' voice say still breathing heavily.

I put the now broken picture frame faced down on the coffee table. Running towards the door, I grabbed my jacket from the rack and put it on. I left the apartment having a feeling I forgot something.

"Even after all these years I'm still so gullible, not being able to see through those empty promises and guilty smiles." I chuckled to myself pulling my legs close to my chest and placing my head on my knees.

"I knew it was only a matter of time, I wanted to atleast savour the fleeting moments I had with him, I knew something was up when he started staying out late more often. I should've known, I SHOULD'VE FUCKING KNOWN LOVE IS NOT SOMETHING I DESERVE." I scream the last parts now looking at the sky laughing loudly to myself. As I feel the cold rain pour on my face with my eyes closed I relapse back to a time when I feel down I would always run to him, and he would make my problems go away.

"Mon cour, what's wrong? I'm in the middle of something at the moment." He says through the phone sounding a bit annoyed.

"Ow uhm sorry, I just ah- nevermind, goodluck today." I say, my voice cracking up a bit, hoping he didn't hear it, as I immidiately end the call. But a few seconds later he called me, doubting whether I should answer it or not, until the call went to voicemail. He immidiately called again this time I pick it up.

"Come on, amour, tell me, what's wrong? I always have time for you." He says with concern replacing annoyance.

"It's nothing really, just the anxiety hitting."

"Sorry I can't be there right now, babe, just caught up with work right now. But I'm almost done, so I might be there in say 30 minutes? Then we can cuddle on the bed and put on a movie?"

"O-okay, thanks, I'll be waiting, bye and goodluck." I say now with a smile.

"Okay, ciao amour." He says before hanging up.

True to his word, he arrived 30 minutes later, with my favourite snacks in hand.

"Ciao." He said as he saw me laying on the hotel bed wrapped in a blanket.

"Ciao." I say with a huge smile on my face spotting my favourite snacks.

"Sorry about earlier, bebe, was just busy at the track." He says with a sympathetic smile.

"It's okay, work is more important anyway, but what matters now is that you're here." I say unwrapping the blanket around me and making my way towards him. As I reach him a give him a kiss and reaching for the snackbag.

"I'm just gonna have a quick shower and change then we can start, sound good?" He says smiling widely before booping my nose and making his way towards the shower.

"Yea, sounds good."

As I sob on the sidewalk I hear a voice call my name immidiately knowing who it was.

"Y/n? Y/n! Bebe what's wrong? I heard something break in the living room and saw your phone and wallet on the kitchen counter along with the groceries." He says concerned, but now that I look at him properly, it looked fake, a look that you would give to a person you don't care about.

"Ow it's just nothing, I just needed to clear my mind." I say feigning a smile, luckily he bought it.

"Let's go back, you'll catch a cold." He says with a small laugh as he takes my hand pulling me up and giving me a hug.

'He still smells of sex.' I thought to myself.

"Okay." I say walking with him hand in hand back to our or rather his apartment.

I felt disgusted, did he even notice? Does he even know that I now know? Does he even care? Is he ignoring it hoping it would all blow over? Is it even worth it at this point? Is pretending a game I can play? Is keeping everything in, worth it to keep him? Is he even worth it anymore?

I look at him once more, seeing him still with a smile.

'Am I the reason for that smile or was she?'

Been a while but eh, creative juice not in me rn. Hope you enjoyed? Requests are open for a bit send something you want written or idk, peace ✌️.

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itsnotmourn · 2 months

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CONCEPTS AND RAMBLINGS | "animal" cult pmv extras

thank you everyone for liking my pmv (and on yt and twitter) !! i got more attention than i thought it would and that means the world to me! <33

here’s some of my concept art + rambles for it!

the first thing i made up, the character designs!

i didn’t think to refine them because they were good enough to use LMAO... so i scribbled colours down, threw a filter and called it a night

i wanted a sharp change from the verses and chorus (since the song goes from calm to... louder) so i made it greyscale (with a red filter) that changed to brighter colours!

also changed the text font/colour for ignacio hmm. the font was hard to read, in my opinion.

ignacio's design

ignacio loses his bandage colours because that was too many colours for my liking… i completely forgot his hair highlights tho

ah and he doesn’t get a mouth until the fire scene too…

it was only meant to be done for a few frames but i thought it be cooler if it was consistent.

the missing mouth represents his repressed feelings/silence, or something like that.

skidad's design

i got a few questions on whether skidad was a goat. despite looks, skidad’s design is actually based on the herbiadean/jacob sheep! four horns!

i have drawn skidad as a jacob sheep before as well!

look at them ominous friends.

the resemblance to goats is something i considered as well (links with cult/sacrifice) so i think of it as a fun bonus

i gave him wolf teeth because the whole “wolf in sheep’s clothing” but also because i like it when prey animals are given predator features

i left the body as "human" because i only wanted the face to be censored… i considered clawed/darkened hands too but nah

skidad was originally going to be lined like ignacio, but i liked the lineless look for him so voila! makes it feel like he’s “not bound by anything”... actually, this is the same reasoning for the match to be “out” of the border, even though it’s ignacio’s hand

storyboards

i rarely storyboard (most are locked in my mind) but i figured it'd be fun to try!

halfway, i got bored of drawing digitally so i moved onto my notebook. i think it was a good decision; since i drew with my ink pen, it forced me to move on with my mistakes instead of clicking "clear canvas" lol

i had a pretty solid idea of what i wanted after weeks of listening to the song over and over again. the only thing that really changed was the mirror, which was replaced with a shadowy ignacio

the coloured thumbnails i actually did first, just to figure out out what i’m doing for the chorus part… limited palette my beloved

i didn't know where to put the text so i was scribbling everywhere lol

ratio changes

in the chorus, the ratio of ignacio and skidad’s frames changes! it’s more obvious if i combined them together, like this

less for ignacio, more for skidad

did you notice that the fire in this shot look like the cult ?!!! why did i do that, you ask? well:

the fire is the same “red”as the robe

too lazy to draw fire without abusing motion blur

mmm symbolism idk. it's somewhere there

it wasn’t in my plans but i’m happy i made the choice in the last minute. this was the last thing i needed to finish before syncing it up with the music

also this… i just wanted to point it out… make sure everyone knows... did you notice this? did you? did you did you? well now you do!!!

that's it !!! that's your trip into my mind!! okay byeeeee !!

#even though i gave my own reasons; i welcome any other interpretations!#/gen !! i'm very interested to hear! throw an ask or in the reblogs!#[ mourn's mourns ]#[ mourning pmvs ]#[ the art of mourning ]#spooky month ignacio #spooky month skidad #not apologising for the absolute chaos of my writing... its rambling for a reason........ /J LOL #i won't be free from skidad videos ough #but now im starting university so i guess they won't be out anytime soon HAHAHA #hope you enjoy reading this!

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hopelessromantic423 · 1 year

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Back to Where We Started

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After the blip, you fell off the grid. One random day Bucky Barnes shows up at your door and you two have a lot more than just aliens to talk about.

Warnings: lonely reader, talks about the blip in general, kissing, Bucky calling you sweetheart, a little too much dialogue, idk you might hate it you might like it. Angst??

A/N: howdy! I’m too lazy to proofread so be warned.

After the battle against Thanos, you kinda fell off the grid. You didn't talk to Bucky or Sam, nobody. Trying to understand being blipped and how you jumped into a battle you had just lost, it took a tole mentally.

You sat in your apartment floor, sorting though five years worth of mail that was packed in a large sack. You'd smile at the few birthday cards or Christmas cards. Then you'd cry after seeing cards and letters that made you remember all the time you missed.

You were about half way through the mess when a loud knock appeared at your door. "Give me a minute," you called struggling to step over the many empty envelopes.

You didn't care to peek through the peephole, thinking it was some religious order, you unlocked the door and swung it open.

"Bucky," you said in complete shock.

He looked good and more put together than he had ever appeared. His chestnut brown hair was short and he wore a nice black coat that fit like a good jacket should. His eyes were full of worry like a thousand thoughts were filling his brain the moment he laid eyes on you.

You forgot how nice it was too see a familiar face. You and Bucky had always been close. At one point you thought of him as your best friend, and crush. Right on the battle, you told him you loved him. You really did love him. You still do.

So the minute you saw him, all you could do was embrace him. Your arms wrapped around him and his quickly did the same. Before you could notice, a few tears had fallen on his jacket from your cheeks.

Finally you pulled away simultaneously wiping the tears from your cheeks. "Sorry, I'm just really happy to see you James."

"No ones heard from you, I just needed to know you were alive. I was really worried about you."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. Why don't you come in," you motioned. "Don't mind the pile of mail."

"I had some too. Luckily it all went to the compound so Steve took care of it."

"You cut your hair," you mumbled awkwardly as he stepped over your pile of mail.

"I did. I remembered how much you begged me to cut it, so I just went for it."

"To be clear, I was right,” you smirked while feeling your cheeks getting red by the second. “It really frames your face perfectly."

"So how's the team?” You leaned against your kitchen countertop as you asked. “Did Steve take the stones back?"

Bucky's face immediately dropped. "Steve he dropped off the stones and then um.. he stayed in the past. He's 102 now. Wrinkles and all."

"Oh." The lull of silence filled the room soon followed by a "yea," by Bucky.

"Well, how are you? Are you still at the compound."

"I moved back to Brooklynn, and under my pardon I'm seeing a therapist."

"Is she a good therapist?"

One hum out of Bucky and a uncertain facial expression gave you all the answer you needed.

"What happened Y/N?"

"After the battle, I was just done. I was trying to piece together the blip and then we won a battle we had just lost. I just fell off the grid and went back to the one place I knew and that was here. Luckily it hadn't been touched, but I know that's not the case for many people."

"You could've called me, you could've called any of us."

"Everyone is going through the same thing Buck, why bother someone if the problem isn't that special."

"Sweetheart, are you saying you're not special?"

Your eyes glanced up and he could see the tears starting to line them. He took your shaky hands in his to get a better look at you and immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

"You are nothing but special Y/N. Don't ever feel you're not worthy of help," Bucky's chest buzzed while he spoke while the top of your head stayed tucked under his chin.

"What happened to us Buck?" Sometime after you mumbled your question into his chest, Bucky pulled away but still left his hands resting on your back.

"Loaded question there," he looked down at you with his usual comedic smile. Although, it faded quickly when he saw the serious expression written in your face.

"Sorry, kind of coping with humor at the moment," just as he went to his cheesy self, he was back to the awkward Bucky you knew all too well. "Do you remember the moments right before we all, ya know, dusted?"

"Like it was yesterday," you answered quietly. It broke Bucky's heart as you stared at your hands shyly.

Everyone watched in terror as Sam dusted into a grey flaky material. You ran up to Bucky hoping he wouldn't succumb the same future.

"Bucky, I need to tell you something."

"Hm?" He asked in shock

"I love you," you said trying not to cry, but soon his hand started turning to flakes like Sam

"Y/N," he muttered before his body fell to the ground turning to dust.

What felt like a few seconds later, you could see your hands turning dusty and all you saw was white.

Bucky’s hand cupped your face lightly, taking you out of your daydream state. His eyes were soft as he looked at you, like he could read every thought that was going through your brain.

"Y/N," he said in an almost whisper. His thumb now tracing back and forth lightly against your cheek.

"I love you too. I always have."

A warm smile spread to your face as he said the words you had hoped to hear all that time ago. All you wanted to do in that moment was take a photograph of Bucky’s grin as looked down at you.

“Can I kiss you now?” His tone was close to an excited high schooler. All you did was nod and there was little time before your lips met in a soft sweet kiss. Bucky’s arms pulled your closer by your waist as your hands snaked up towards his shoulders.

"I missed you Buck,” you muttered in between kisses.

Bucky stopped for a second to look you right in your eyes and whispered, "I missed you too sweetheart,” before kissing you once more.

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nebulaleaf · 9 months

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What color would u say Akira’s eyes are? I see a lot of people say gray and I’ve also seen red, but I always thought they were a dark brown

You’re starting a cult around him so I figured you’d have an opinion

ok 1) not starting a cult that's just an in-joke making fun of a silly anon i got. 2) yes i do have an opinion. but also ...... FACTS !!! I usually go grey as the normal default but I understand the confusion. Official artworks for merchandise range from black to a light blue 😭. Lets take a trip down model / reference lane, shall we? First up: P5D!

We'll rope P5 / P5R into this too, because it's the same colour. Akira's eyes appear this shade... almost always! The metaverse, the real world... grey as graphite. Ah, but "almost! almost!?" you cry! Yes, yes. There's one exception.

Recall the persona awakening scene. Recall *all* of them, actually. All persona users have their eyes turn yellow when tearing their mask off.

This holds true for their models as well! For a few frames, during the summoning animation, their faces turn black and their eyes turn yellow. It's easier to see on some characters than others. (Others being joker. this took me SO long to scrub for.) Now, lets look at his sprites! So I guess we can call this part uh, Persona Q.A? (That's what these sprites are from, anyway...)

Now these eyes definitely look black! Honestly I think you could argue that the previous set were black too. On their own, they seem grey but the key thing to compare them with here is Akira's hair. They're both the same colour in the sprites and uh, that's definitely not grey hair. Now the anime! I won't be covering P5A: The Daybreakers because. Well. It'd just be more "Wow it's black. Now it's black again." P5A Is interesting because I swear to god his eyes were red when they were in mementos. but i must've imagined that???

That's just not a thing that happens! It's grey! The only exception is the... [shudders] All Out Attack. (Which also happens in P5:the game. forgot to mention that earlier; but it could be chalked up to mere aesthetic choice)

My assumption about red-eyes is at least partially true though. Nnnot in the sense that what I thought happened, happened, but more-so... Whenever Joker is depicted with red eyes, it's in his PT outfit. And like... only that outfit.

Mementos mission loves doing it. p5a does it. Artists do it. my BRAIN does it. Q2 also does it!! (hi all out attack. again)

other notable mentions for Doin' It Red While Being Joker are Akirby and the Official Jonker Nendo. Idk what that means but! Yeah

A few promo arts do the red-eyes thing like this original key art and multiple official illustrations for p5's release. I think it's just a fun aesthetics thing honestly. p5 is red. akira is from p5. slap some red on that bitch on him eye.

[ key art | strikers art | og p5 art ] So that solves that mystery. I think the idea of brown eyes either comes from being realistic (black eyes irl are just really really dark brown) op's colour palette ooooooooooor.... misunderstanding an official palette!

This is Q2's cut in graphic. The eyes look kind of brown, right? But it's mostly just a lighting thing. The face is darkened and the eye's colour is lightened to give that slick piercing-gaze-through-the-shadows effect.

(Q2 Akira is pretty pasty, as we can see here. the skintone matches the brightest highlight in the cut-in image.)

striker's sprites eyes look pretty brown too, but if you look at the hair and shadows, you can see it's because everything has a brown hue. we're doing black without doing black! (...except for the deepest shadows and lines, but cmon. if you put black on black its just gonna look like a big ol' blob.) this same effect is often used in many tribute artworks for p5 that aren't in the usual black/white/single colour style or crossover artwork because............ well it's basic colour theory. The only exception to the "rules" i've laid out here I have ever seen is the artwork done for Persora The Golden Best 5th Album artwork.

WHY ARE THEY BLUE. THAT'S WRONG. anyway. hoped this post helps you. my personal opinion is grey / silver if i wanna get all OOooh FANCY when writing a fic and waxing poetic and then yellow when summoning a persona or using some kind of spell in mementos. don't see brown in the slightest and red... yeah, i'll pass on having that be his default in mementos? maybe? idk i go back and forth on it lol. just get jiggy with it

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #oh christ this is long but if i put it under the cut now it'll fuck up my entire entire post im so sorry #headcanons #image heavy #long post #p5ram

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Enchanted (Prince Caspian x you)

Part III

Words: 3741 Warnings: caffeine, poor grammar choices, a bit too self-indulging, a bit too much philosophical i guess A/N: so, i think this is the end (spoiler: if you want like a final heart-wrenching part, i can do that 😌 and like maybe even a few headcanons of the month they spent together? idk anyway here u go) i can't believe this is done, tbh, thank u to everyone who read this xx Taglist: @just-levyy, @sergeantbuckybarnes, @patniera

Part I > Part II

‘How did they get inside? Are they okay?’ Caspian nearly yelled.

‘Huh?’

‘Those people!’

‘Those are actors.’

‘They’re still people!’

‘It’s not real, Caspian.’

‘What do you mean it’s not real?’

‘They’re not… inside the TV.’

‘Then, where are they?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You said there’s no magic here.’

‘It’s not magic, Caspian.’

‘How can you be so sure of it?’

‘Because… I am.’

‘That’s not an answer.’

‘Do you trust me?’

Caspian took a few seconds, and you held your breath. The question had left your lips before you could stop yourself, and although you didn’t think he would take it seriously, he did. His eyes searched yours, and only when his gaze stared into your soul, he answered.

‘With my life.’

You felt the heat in your cheeks when he spoke. The past month had been both the longest and strangest of your life, even if you hadn’t been on Earth for that long. Meeting Caspian had somehow felt like a checkpoint, and you were sure your existence would not be the same afterward, one way or another. You had let him crash on your couch the following nights, going as far as to bring him with you wherever you went. You said you didn’t trust him on his own, but you also couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company.

You almost forgot what you were talking about. ‘Then believe me when I say this. Those people are real, but they’re not there.’

Due to his confused stare, you proceeded to explain how television and cinema worked, and although he constantly nodded his head at you, you weren’t entirely sure he understood the whole concept, but by then you were too tired and it was a bit too late to be having that conversation. The only reason you were talking about that was that you had woken up thanks to Caspian’s surprised yells, only to find him back in the living room, curiously pressing every button on the TV’s remote.

When you finished your speech, you sank back into the couch, exhausted, yet oddly alive. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, but you felt Caspian’s eyes on you. You often found him looking at you, at first with clear curiosity, now with something else you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. But you soon found that you didn’t mind it one bit.

‘What?’ you asked before looking back at him.

He mirrored your position, with his back sprawled on the backrest, lazily lounging in your space as if he was always meant to be there.

He shook his head. ‘Nothing. You’re just beautiful.’

You snorted. Out of all the possible reactions that could have escaped your body, you snorted. It wasn’t a flattering sound by any means, yet Caspian’s demeanor didn’t falter. He looked at you the same way he looked at the stars –full of longing, and passion, and yearning for an answer that would never come.

‘Nice joke,’ you answered, and you knew you were lying.

‘It isn’t,’ Caspian replied.

Neither of you said anything for a while. You only stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, even though it had probably been a few minutes. Time had a way of stopping whenever you stared at Caspian.

And then again, you yawned. Better than a snort, you thought, for now you had an excuse to look elsewhere.

‘I apologize for keeping you up, my lady,’ Caspian slightly bowed his head at you, with lines full of regret decorating his forehead.

His hair was wild, even though you had cut it for him only the previous week. You had liked the way it used to frame his face, but he had been complaining about its length for days. You couldn’t help it when your fingers threaded his soft ends again, and it almost felt like a crime to you every time you brought the scissors near his mane. It had only been a month, you kept reminding yourself. And soon he’d be gone, anyway.

You shook your head. ‘It’s alright, Caspian.’

His name came out in a soft whisper. You feared the second you acknowledged him, he’d disappear. You had long given up your pursuit of a logical answer to his mystical appearance, and you had done your part in trying to help him find a way back. But the longer he stood by your side, the bigger a hole the size of Caspian was creeping around in your chest. And you didn’t know what you’d do with it as soon as he was gone.

You barely said anything else before bidding him good night and plopping down on your bed. After sitting on the couch, with knees almost touching, and the previous night's events, the new space felt a bit too big for you. Closing your eyes you hoped sleep would welcome you back, but minutes turned into hours and the next thing you knew, it was morning already. Despite being an off-day and the clock on your nightstand showing it was eight in the morning, you felt somewhat hesitant to leave your room, even with your fingers itching for warm contact. You often found yourself unconsciously searching for Caspian, like grabbing his arm before he could be run over by cabs, or guiding him with hands on his shoulders to navigate through the busiest streets. You liked it when he asked questions about your world and felt even prouder of him when he surprised you in the mornings with coffee, after teaching him how to use the coffee maker. For a king, he was doing a decent job at playing housewife, you had joked, and he had laughed. Yes, the past month had definitely been the weirdest one thus far, but you also didn’t want to go back to a previous life where you didn’t have Caspian in it.

Yet now, all you could think about was Professor Hastings’ words. In a series of fortunate events, you had tracked down both the young reporter who had interviewed the old professor on her remarkable life, and the professor herself, who was just as willing to answer all the questions you threw at her after being invited to her house just two days ago.

Caspian had been confused, but then again, when had he not? When all of a sudden you came out of your room one day, with heavy bags under your eyes and tousled hair, not only did he thought you had gone insane, but you were holding your laptop firmly in one hand while the other moved in the air as you explained how you thought you had a lead. Whatever article the two of you had gotten out of the library three weeks before had clearly sparked something in you that made your eyes twinkle with excitement. Caspian too was elated, yet he couldn’t help but frown at the thought of the true source of your happiness. Were you really that thrilled to get rid of him?

But he forced himself out of those thoughts and proceeded to listen to you rant about an old woman who lived in Hartford, Connecticut, whose interview you had spent the entire night reading and analyzing and you believed she could have some connection to those Pollies friends of his.

‘Pevensies,’ Caspian corrected yet again, but he was now finding it endearing.

‘I promise I’m not mocking you. I genuinely forget what their name is,’ you defended yourself before you went on another tangent.

Caspian hadn’t really had much faith in your hypotheses until he found himself standing right in front of the so-called Professor Hastings. Even the trip to her suburban house hadn’t been enough to calm down his nerves, and the next thing he knew, he was staring down at a familiar old face, one he once thought he would love forever –at least, until he met you.

But one thing he was sure of, and that was that he hadn’t forgotten those blue eyes.

‘Susan?’ his eyes teared up at the sight of the lonely old lady.

She, too, was caught in the moment, with eyes too wide and full of unshed tears. ‘It’s certainly been a long time, Caspian.’

‘You know each other?’ you asked out of the blue, not liking the way Caspian was looking at the Professor.

You recognized the name, of course, but your mind couldn’t even fathom the reality that was now slapping you hard across the face. Caspian. The Pevensies. Narnia. Everything was true, and this woman in front of you was the missing link that you needed.

Professor Hastings, or Susan, ushered you both inside. You spaced out during most of their conversation, enjoying some scalding tea at the back of the living room, eyes scanning around at the books on the shelves while Caspian and Susan caught up. You felt invasive as if you weren’t supposed to be there, despite having helped Caspian since he arrived.

Caspian missed you by his side, too. He felt as if you also deserved to listen to Susan’s tale, but you were already gone to the other end of the room by the time he sat down. He noticed that about you, how you seemed to flee whenever the topic was too heavy, or his presence too much. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like the way you constantly slipped through his fingers, always a step too far behind, or in front, or anywhere but next to him.

At some point, you talked and asked questions you knew Caspian was too polite to ask. Why the name change, why move to another country, why she didn’t come back. You saw the raw emotion in her eyes as she remembered her siblings, and you physically had to stop yourself from crying one too many times. Caspian was a mess by the time you left her home, all your questions answered, yet another thousand coming up. You held him that night as he cried to sleep. His quiet sobs seeped through your unlocked door, and taking him by the hand, you led him to your bed, where you both lay awake, grieving for his family and for a land you’d never known.

In the morning, you tiptoed around the kitchen, being extra careful not to wake Caspian. You mulled over your coffee, looking back at your conversation with the Professor –or Susan.

‘Aslan always knows what he is doing. He sent you here for a reason, Caspian, and you won’t go back until you learn it.’

A part of you was selfish enough to wish he didn’t go back. Despite your best efforts not to grow too attached to the raven-haired man, you liked him. You enjoyed his presence and provided your days with a sense of comforting naiveté that you had long lost. Not only was he a nice view to look at, but his charm had you giggling at night, almost wishing it to be day again just so you could talk to him. And that terrified you.

It wasn’t that you had been treated badly before, but you had spent way too much time alone to find solace in loneliness. You loved having your own space in a crowded city, and you deemed unworthy anybody who would come in between that. You had turned down suitors before because it was never the right time; always too busy, or too unstable, or too depressed, or too anxious, or too in your head about everything. Rejecting people had become a full-time job for you. But Caspian? It wasn’t the right time either, nor would ever be. Falling in love had been one of those many things you had dreamed of as a kid, but as you grew up, left it to rot at the back of the drawer. You figured you just weren’t meant to have that, and you had made your peace with it. Until a certain king from a fantasy land decided to smear a chocolate cupcake on your white shirt on a Sunday night.

And said king was casually strolling into your kitchen now, with heavy eyes and crumpled pajamas.

‘Good morning, your majesty,’ you said before placing a nice plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. You knew he liked those, as well as those chocolate cereals you kept by the fridge.

‘Morning,’ he answered.

You both quietly had breakfast together, both of you too lost in your own thoughts to acknowledge anything around you. But the silence was eating you alive.

‘Hey, so I don’t have to work today. Would you like to spend the day in the park?’

You stood there almost shyly, waiting for his response. You didn’t know what went through his head, much the same way he didn’t know what went through yours. You hadn’t forgotten the night you had spent together crying, holding desperately to one another, and while you couldn’t deny that you somehow enjoyed being physically close to him, you knew Susan’s words had taken a toll on Caspian.

Finally, he nodded. ‘Sure.’

Despite having pulled two all-nighters, you felt particularly energized. Certainly, you had increased your daily caffeine consumption, but maybe there was something about walking among the old trees that left you thinking that maybe life wasn’t all that bad and that you only needed some sunlight in your face and to feel the gentle autumn breeze through your fingers.

Maybe Caspian felt the same way, because every time you looked at him, the creases on his eyes seemed to become smaller. You both hadn’t said much ever since that night, only speaking when necessary, both of you processing your own world. You hadn’t known Susan personally, or her siblings for that matter, but seeing Caspian so distraught had made you want to tear the whole planet apart, anything to make him happy again. Knowing how you usually dealt with your own shit on your own, you didn’t know what Caspian needed, and he wasn’t leaving any clues for you to find out.

‘Are you okay?’ you finally asked, once you sat down on a bench overlooking the Lake.

He sighed. ‘Not really.’

‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ you bit your lip when you asked. Only after hearing it out loud, you realized you could’ve asked earlier. Suddenly, you feared for Caspian’s opinion about you.

He shook his head. ‘No. Just being here is enough,’ he said.

He didn’t look at you, though. So you fixed your gaze on the water, deciding on people-watching and enjoying your time together, even if the man next to you was desperately trying to pull himself together.

You acted on impulse. Your hand was resting on your knee, and the two of you had been sitting down closely, mirroring the way you had been sitting twelve hours prior on your couch. This time, you didn’t shy away. You took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, feeling the callousness of his touch and tracing the soft marks over his skin. He took a deep breath, you noticed, and as your fingers ghosted over his pulse, you noticed it had picked up. But you didn’t talk; you stayed silent, hoping –praying, to Aslan or to whoever would listen– that he wouldn’t suffer anymore.

And, if anybody were to ask you, you guessed that was the moment you realized you had fallen for him.

It didn’t hit you like a brick, as some of your friends had mentioned a couple of times. You didn’t feel any dread, either, as you thought you would. You never even thought you’d been in love before. There had once been a classmate back in middle school that you definitely crushed on, only because they were a bit older and edgier than the rest in your hall, but no, you hadn’t been in love. You had liked other people, always a bit too much to qualify as platonic but not that much to be romantic. The best way you would have described it was as if you’d been swimming in a lake. The water was always still, and occasionally, a little fish would come by and swim around curiously, only to either leave your side forever or until you got bored of said fish and swam around, looking for better entertainment.

But as you sat next to Caspian, with his hand clasped in his, you swore you were now swimming in the ocean. And it was vast and scary, but you weren’t afraid. The waves were carrying you softly to the shore, lulling you to sleep, embracing you in safe arms as you allowed yourself to let the feeling flow through you entirely, welcoming it with open arms. And Caspian was right there, waiting for you, with that big smile he seemed to have only for you, and that light stubble you adored decorating his cheeks. You didn’t want to come down from that high you felt you were in, and you knew you had to, eventually, but for a few more minutes, you decided to just be a little selfish and savor it, for as long as you could.

‘Do you think I’ll ever come back?’ Caspian asked you, quietly.

For a second you thought you had imagined it, for he wasn’t looking at you. Taking a breath, you answered.

‘Of course, you will,’ you frowned, the waves in your heart suddenly picking up speed.

‘What if I don’t?’

Again, you paused. You thought back to that first night, when you found him at Central Station, lost, and scared. He had the same look on his face, only this time your heart clenched further.

‘You can stay here. With me,’ you tightened your grip around his hand ever so slightly, suddenly afraid. You didn’t want him to pull away.

‘Could I? Stay here?’ he asked. He finally looked at you, and he wasn’t ready for the fire he saw in your eyes.

Your lips twitched into a side smile. ‘If you want.’

‘And what do you want?’

His question caught you by surprise. You always walked on eggshells when it came to your feelings, never dwelling too much on them. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were scared of what you would find in your soul if you looked too deep. It felt like a constant battle, and it had taken you years to quiet the voices that seemed to scream in every direction. Those same voices came back, crashing full-force like a tsunami. But when you looked into Caspian’s eyes, those dark, comforting, safe eyes, they stopped. The wind stopped. Every noise went still, and it was just you two. You hadn’t been in love before, no. But now, for the first time in your life, you were a hundred percent sure about something. You were in love with Caspian.

‘I want you.’

Despite being a king, Caspian was a simple man. He liked walking on the beach at dusk, enjoying the salt on his lips and the crashing waves. He liked drinking wine, although he often had to refrain himself from drinking one too many cups at dinner. He liked riding in the woods, with his hair loose and wild. He liked hosting balls for his friends, and he would often sit back in his throne and watch them have fun, occasionally dancing and talking among his many guests. He didn’t like violence, though, but he wasn’t afraid of it. He didn’t like it when his hair would fall in his eyes, obscuring his vision. He didn’t like when his subjects were in danger, or when enemies attacked his precious kingdom. Those things didn’t change when he arrived in New York; his collection just expanded.

He liked the smell of freshly-brewed coffee in the morning, and the sound of your quiet humming as you cooked. He liked the way the streets were noisy and busy, but the inside of your apartment was silent and cozy. He liked the glow of the sunset over the glass buildings, and the skyline at night. He didn’t like the rudeness of some citizens, always yelling insults at each other. He didn’t like how everything was always too fast, as if everyone was running out of time constantly. He didn’t like the way people would crowd around in small spaces, and he often felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Caspian loved you. Absolutely, whole-heartedly, unconditionally loved you. He loved how you always rubbed your eyes several times after waking up, like you weren’t fully there just yet. He loved it when you stretched your back and groaned, and a little shiver would run up your arms as you did. He loved your bluntness, even though at first he thought you were a bit rude, too. He loved the way you had helped him, asking nothing in return. He didn’t love how you would shy away from him, or how you always refrain from speaking too much about yourself and your past. He understood, but didn’t like it nonetheless.

He enjoyed the way your hand felt on his, despite the size difference. He enjoyed the way you were always looking out for him, whether guiding him throughout the city or supporting him as best as you could. He loved your eyes, with their dark bags under them and the mischievous glow that seemed to decorate them permanently.

Caspian loved you, and the longer he stared at you, on that bench, surrounded by the trees and the sun, the more he felt himself falling for you. Both of your hearts were beating at the same time, same pattern, same rhythm, and for once, he felt like he belonged somewhere. Next to you. And if his ears weren’t deceiving him, you were too reciprocating those feelings.

And you were scared. But you had never felt more free than you did at that moment. And with Caspian’s thumb rubbing slow circles on your skin, you inched forward, and throwing all caution through the window you crashed your lips onto his.

No warning, no sign, no fear. You plunged into the water, and you only came back to the surface when you felt his lips move against yours, warm and alive. His other hand rested on your cheek, holding you close, and yours grabbed his neck, grounding yourself, feeling his erratic pulse accompanying yours. Caspian loved you, and you loved him. And you both liked that very much.

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broooooo · 1 year

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Your all in Luck, another story I guess?

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Names jack, 19 and pretty much nothing going on in highschool,

As I enter another boring gym lesson

Coach didn't like my t-shirt I was wearing, I forgot my regular gym top and had to wear my large polo,

He was holding a trial football match so he can look out for new players for the team, he told me to go get one of the shirts in the back

A pile of used football jerseys lay in a cardboard box, along side other boxes filled with "extra" fit, like cleats, gear, tights, socks, jock straps ... eugh, even though I hated the idea of it, I had no other choice, unless going shirtless, exposing my thin frame , to everyone was something I wanted , which it isn't, and I can't just sit out like usual, my grade would suffer and I'd get in trouble again.

So I pull out a jersey from the box, the musky smell of sweat, ax body sprey and stink from all the ppl who have worn this temporarily, wafted in my face, number 1, Red and black, the school's colors

"damn, this is smells bad", but I'm sure once coach gives me something to do I'll get sweaty too and not really notice it, yeah..

Taking off my polo and discarding it to then slide the Jersey on, it's way to big, it feels sticky almost .

That's when it hits,

"ughh I don't feel so good", the smell of this room and shirt must of gotten to me. I'm dizzy and .. hard? ,

"iv never been interested in this kind of stuff.. why am I?.."

I go blank, drool starts to drip from my mouth, my mind shuts down, my body moves on its own.

I go to the other boxes and take out each piece of the kit and put it on, all too big mind you.

The cleats are skitty and slimy, the jock strap is stained ,the fabrics hard from all the sweat and cum. , The pads are heavy

I start to feel heat everywhere, my body's tingling sharply

My body starts is grow , my arms and hands burst with muscle, fingers hardened from training and the gym, my chest inflates with hard nipples, 6 pack washboard cum gutter abs form, my shoulders are widening filling out that jersey and pads, my neck thickens, my jaw is reshaping into a more Square shape with a sharp chin strap beard with my hair turning into a undercut, shaved sides situation.

My legs and feet thicken, and elongate cracking and reshaping, the tights and jock now tight against my skin with the cleats fitting snug against my now stinking jock feet

My cock hard and struggling elongates and thickens, my balls are golf balls now, my now 12 inch dick is freed when my arms move to let it out,

I start jerking off, the sound of the secret radio playing, a sound so quite, it's hard to catch normally,

My mind reshapes, as I listen to the words from the Radio track

I start to jerk faster as my old memories go into my balls

In a deeper masculine voice I repeat

"I am I a jock ...

I must obey.... Coach ..

I am quarterback of the football team..

Coach... Obey

I am a good boy ...

I am a football....

Jock , I..

I cum

cum spews everywhere, releasing my old self, as my new jock personality takes hold

My mind starts to clear as I re awaken from my tranced state.

I put my dick into my tights and tie them,

Forgetting why I'm hear and not smashing tryouts comes to mind, I grab a healmet and I back towards the field,

In my head,

"I am a dum jock "

Well... Idk if it's as good as before but eh, it exists now.

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whatthefishh · 9 months

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my last ask reminded me ab the thot i forgot ab lol:

facial hair

**I JUST READ YOUR REPLY AND YOU DON'T LIKE MUSTACHES???? 😭**

uhhh -- well, i write a lot of steven/miguel fics so i don't explore the facial hair aspect of oscar (even though he has the most iconic staches and beards out there) so let's discuss + lemme get you on the 'stache train with me:

Exhibit A: Llewyn Davis

this hot fucking mess has zero right to look this good. dude was literally on the verge of passing out and/or crying the whole movie. also his beard is way too well kept for him to be homeless.

tell me you wouldn't enjoy the beard burn he'd leave between your thighs or holding onto those cute curls eeee --

Exhibit B: Nathan Bateman

THIS BALD BITCH (ok -- peek at the vein in his arm...) literally doesn't need to be bald but he probably thinks he's too big-brained™️ for hair or something idk.

he could literally kiss me until my whole mouth area and chin turn red and i wouldn't care 😭. he'd probably be a dick and rub himself all over me just to irritate my skin (i'm sensitive) then tease me ab it after.

let's face it, dude would look magnificent eating ice cream (or dripping with heat as he lifts his face from my -----) uhhh ok next

Exhibit C: Blue Jones

yeah, he looks like a slut. i mean the porn stache really just staples the word "pimp" onto his forehead. he's definitely more into himself than anyone else and he looks like a class A pervert, but i'd still hit it tho 💀

NEXT!

Exhibit D: Duke Leto and Jonathan Levy

i put them together bc of their full beards and hair. both give off 'have a family but still ready to fuck' vibes, but jonathan is softer and domestic 🥺

look at those beards and how well they frame his lips, it's like he's FORCING you to look 🫠 AND THE GREEYING HAIRRR EEEEE I NEED

LAST ONE -> EXHIBIT EEEEE: THE FUCKING BEARD HE HAD DURING THE TF PRESS TOUR

"this is powerful"

"clean shaven 5 days ago" -- ok but why would he say that??? does he wants me to collapse??? does he want to be bitten???

i genuinely lost track of the reasoning behind this ask (i'm sleep deprived and deliriously screaming ab this man) idk if i like facial hair or if it's just irresistible on him...either way i wanna feel it everywhere 😵‍💫

Omg em!! I absolutely adore beards especially Oscar’s!!! It’s the moustache only look that I’m always eek about and yet I still pine after Blue Jones 😂😳

I need to watch Inside Llewyn Davis still, I know I’ve got some catching up to do but his beard does look ridiculously well kept for a homeless guy you’re right.

Nathan Batsman’s beard is something I’m a very open whore about yes to the carpet burnnnnnnn

Jonathan levy is the perfect example of just like… ‘Messy academic hot man that I want to make even more of a mess of’. That’s a type, right? Adore. Esp the greys!!!! I love the fucking greys!!! Father of my children!!!

The god damn TF interviews ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

He said that because he wants you to know that he knows exactly what he says and does to us.

Yes to facial hair especially on Oscar. Just the stache on other men get the fuck away from me 😂

#inbox 💌#em tag

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hii!!! i’ve been following you for a long time now and i really love your art!! i’ve also been trying to learn how to draw so i was wandering if you’d have some advice for someone who’s completely new to this ??? pleek-

forgot to say this in the original ask, but of you have any tips on how to draw hair i’d thank you forever 😭 i’m really struggling with that

aw thanks! idk if im the best to ask for advice but hopefully you find any of this useful!

honestly it's really as simple as just drawing even if you think it looks bad don't get discouraged because it's all part of the process and you will get better when you are drawing on a regular basis. just look at the first drawings i had on here compared to my more recent stuff - the more you do it the better you'll get!

look for inspiration and references, its not cheating to use references as long as you are not straight up copying your reference 1 to 1. i like going on pinterest for inspiration especially for clothes! i also like to see what other artists are doing, instagram is also good for finding art inspo, i also found watching speed paints on youtube a good way of seeing how other people color and how to apply it to your own drawings

I'll talk more about what i do under the cut lol

for my process, i like to start off with a super messy sketch im talking chicken scratch. it's not supposed to look good its just supposed to give you a base for your drawing and allow you to figure out what you want to do.

then i start a new layer on top, lower the opacity of the initial sketch and i start drawing on top and refining everything so I have a cleaner sketch that's closer to the final drawing. this is usually where i finish figuring out the poses anatomy, hair, expressions, hands etc. it's still kind of messy but it'll feel more like you are filling in the blanks rather than starting from scratch

finally i do my lineart in another layer and for your lineart where you just make sure to keep your lines smooth and clean

Then i just do my base colors and shade, for this one i didn't really go all out with the shading so it may not be the best example lol, i just kept it simple which is ok! sometimes less is more it just depends how you want the final piece to look.

for hair specifically - i don't really have a tutorial, when i draw hair i just sketch out the shape i want the hair to have in the initial sketch, and then i had more detail when i clean up my sketch. I usually start by adding the strands that frame the face first or the hairline and then go out from there to the rest of the hair. I also don't draw every single strand, i tend to keep it more simple since i have a simple style

I found this tutorial on pinterest which pretty much how i go about it execpt i usually have a rough idea of the overall shape first and i don't go as detailed as the final result, i usually stop around the third step

i hope ANY of this was helpful and not too rambley! feel free to ask more if you have any more questions!

#mella speaks #idk how good i am at giving art tips but i hope it helps!#asks

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Morrigan Crowley alt. NRC outfits

Hello Hello! Here is the long awaited post with Morrigan’s alternate NRC outfits! There are a few event outfits I didn’t design for just yet so I’m not including them. Perhaps they’ll be added in a future posts

All credit for the sprites/cards I used as my references belongs to the Twisted Wonderland team and Yana Toboso!

Other Morrigan outfits: School uniform | Royal Sword Academy | Village of Miracles event

Groovy Candy & Coffin icon

I feel like it’s only fair that I actually make Morrigan a groovy candy and coffin icon design.

Raven feather and mirrors are the things I’ve been using as Morrigan’s icons/symbols so those are what I used for these designs.

Since Morrigan is in Diasomnia I used the Diasomnia group’s icons as my references.

The groovy candy was pretty easy, I just did a ravens feather

The coffin icon was a little harder because I wasn’t quite sure what design I wanted to make.

After looking at some of the other characters coffin cards and looking at the mirrors Crowley wears, I decided to combine the feather and mirror motifs.

My thought process was that it’s a more ornate mirror, so the feathers on the sides would be decor elements on the sides of the frame.

Dorm Uniform

So I completely forgot that Daisomnia (at least for the ENG server) doesn’t have sprites for their dorm uniforms. I still wanted to include it, so I used mainly Sebek’s “official design” art as a reference. His design happens to be facing the same way as the in-game sprites so it was easier to get the design right.

Morrigan’s dorm uniform has very minor changes. They aren’t a big fan of ties so, while they may button their shirts all the way, they don’t wear the tie. The same can be said about their school uniform. I also imagine their boots are heeled like Malleus’s, though are maybe a bit shorter.

The hat was a pain in the butt, imma just say it. Especially because I didn’t have a sprite to reference in terms of the size it should be. I will admit I was tempted to omit it completely, but felt it would have been too out of place if I did.

Ceremonial Robes & Birthday Boy

There isn’t much to mention about either of these outfits, I didn’t really change anything.

The detailing on the robes was pain though. It just took forever

The ribbon on the birthday suit outfit is purple as a call back to Morrigan’s purple colour scheme outside of their uniforms

I also included the VoM braid to the Birthday suit just for fun

PE uniform & Lab wear

These are another pair that I don’t have much to say on because of the general diversity in how the characters wear their PE and Lab gear

For Morrigan’s gym uniform I kind of did a cross of the turtleneck Malleus wears and the general crew neck T-shirts many of the other characters wear. Just for a little spice

I also debated on having them wear their magic pen like Silver, but I ended up not liking the sketch, so their pen is in the little pocket on the jumpsuit sleeve (hidden behind their hair lol)

For Morrigan’s lab wear I gave them an open lab coat like Lilia , I just made the length of the coat the same as everyone else’s. Other the. That, there isn’t much that’s super different.

For both outfits I put Morrigan’s hair up in a bun due to the nature of the classes. Would the longer bits still be cause for concern, particularly when doing alchemy? Yeah probably, but it’s easier to change the back of the hair than redo the bangs 🥲

This took forever to compile but here are a collection of alternative NRC outfits for Morrigan! I’m gonna try to stop myself from making any more outfit sprites for Morrigan so I can focus on some of my other OC’s. I may come back with some of the event outfits at a later time.

I’m debating on making a sprite list like this for either Yuri or Roma next. That, or I make work on sprites for my non student OC’s 🤔 idk we’ll see where I end up lol.

The other outfit posts I’ve made are linked at the top. I’m open to any questions y’all have!

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst #Morrigan Crowley #my art #morgana sofia the first #i have the birthday jacket in the works as well #but I didn’t want to delay this post any more 🙃#daisomnia #Daisomnia oc #twst sprite

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Rin rin!! How are you how have you been?? I saw your recent posts about all the stuff going on both here and irl and //hugs you I'm so sorry all that is going on pls take care and tyt we love ya a lot <3 cute silly headcanon I've been thinking about so, I am (and have always have been of course) pale af//HIT and in the past months I've noticed that for everything I do my coworkers immediately go: "you got all red!/your face is all flushed!" ALL. THE TIME. like, really I get flustered so easily

so I can totally imagine Zhongli being absolutely endeared by that he thinks it's cute and I just get even more embarrassed like sfcvahsgcvgjacbka pls no don't look at me and since Neuv is also pale af (lmao) I can imagine same thing happening to him he just gets this precious flush all over the bridge of his nose and cheeks (and/or at the tips of his ears hehehe) bonus points for both me AND him getting red faced at something just two jueyun chilies avoiding eye contact embarrassed at one another (you and your hubbies shaking your heads rn//silly)

anyway idk I think it used to bother me bc why am I flustered all the time gvdcjhsd stop telling me my face is red!! but now I think on this and I think it's cute (f/os making everything better and making you love yourself heck yeah!!)

crys crys!!!! i've been busy but this girl is girlbossing dw <3 hoping to get something finalized with my accommodation this week hhhh fingers crossed 🤞🏻

OMG HELP ME TOO. and yk the worst thing is, for me? i wear specs with a big frame/glass (if you can remember from my scarce selfies) so literally when i blush and my cheeks get red, MY SPECS WILL FOG UP ON THE BOTTOM HSLDKJFKLSDJ

fun story, i literally took three sips of a 'virgin' mojito and my face started going hella red that my coworkers were like "they forgot to take out the alcohol in that drink, didn't they?" hahahahah

you're totally right, zhongli and neuvi will totally ADORE you from it. tells you you're so adorable like that. 10/10 would press kisses to your reddened cheeks just to prove a point.

blushy neuvillette..... now that's a cute thought omg yes. "two jueyun chilies avoiding eye contact embarrassed at one another" HELP WHY IS THAT SO CUTE HSHDFLKHSDKLF you two just blushing all red and zhongli is just watching you all smiling like "you are both precious" AAAAAA

selfship assisting in self-love journey we love to see it 💪🏻 i used to dislike my wavy hair bc here it's all "long straight hair for girls >>>>>>>" but honestly i've gotten over that after selfshipping. my f/os adore them so i adore them too✨

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: crys 🧡#OUGHTGLSWJKDLKFJSDL YOU'RE BOTH SO CUTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Design Shitting: Eyre (Ire) Mega Edition

Kittoms and Elnins. I have no idea why these are so popular given that the owner, Manaberry, is chronically absent except when she wants money. She’s like Kakiwa, only somehow worse.

https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN2783 $40? That’s not too bad considering this is a CS.

no that’s still too much for this what are those jellybeans on its forehead

A couple questionable design choices, but eh, just $40: https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN2770

idk what the things at the side of the eyes are but they’re stupid as shit

Kind of looks like baby’s first CS. They’re so chea–

$1100? ELEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS FOR THIS? https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN021, https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN020

for just 1100 dollars no doubt thrown away in a capless auction, you two can have some edge-on-edge action

Surely this simple design is back to the $40–nope, it’s $200. https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN041. These aren’t even chibis at this point. What’s chibier than a chibi, Mod Shit?

this thing is 65% ear

I can’t feel my face: https://worldofeyre.com/character/MYO-ELN067

love the overly complicated markings with soft gradient thrown on while its silhouette is lost in a sea of black

I can't find my face: https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN248

man look at this edge. the guassian blur. the spiky hair over one eye. if i saw this i’d dropkick the little fucker because aren’t elnin like 3ft at most

What’s your favorite fruit and will you pay $300 for it? https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN192

going to beat it like suikawari. it also isn’t even properly cut out you can see all kinds of white bits around

Of course CandyChameleon made this abomination: https://worldofeyre.com/character/MYO-ELN183. How can you fuck up a super-chibi cat?

you can always always count on candychamelon to make the one with the most saturated color palette with the most needless pattern shat over it

IT’S A SUPER-CHIBIFIED CAT WHY IS IT $655? And why is it so ugly? https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN263

i see what you’re trying to do here but you didn’t get it in the fucking frame. soft gaussian blurring it will not make it better it just muddles the three colors you used

Took me a second to find the back legs. https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN455

just like a dachshund but i don’t think that was intentional. it’s amazing how much overly crowded people can make these designs look considering how small elnin are

A little readability is too much to ask. https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN449, https://worldofeyre.com/character/MYO-ELN089

godiva mixed with a fatal misuse of guassian blur

can’t tell what’s going on or where the light source is supposed to be they spent 99% of their energy on the crystals and forgot they had to draw an elnin

Why dark on dark? https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN2131

the sparkle brush they used makes it look like they actually glued it to the animal. what’s fucking hanging from the inside of its ears. gross

There ya go, Mod Shit. Suffer with me. Suffer with these over-priced cats.

i refuse. don’t ever show me this shit again we all know elnin are terribly overdesigned

#submission #elnins #design shitting

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 2 years

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 02x01

Everybody Loves a Clown

“BALLOOOOONS” Us arguing about where Medford WI is

“We never see the freeway or never see any other cars when they’re driving around” “Fkn clowns” “I already said that buddy” “Hot” Why would you wave to a random clown? “He’s sad so she’s trying to cheer him up. He probably just got done shaking piss off his dick so why would you wave at a clown so close to a trailer like that” “Has this kid never seen a movie? Has this kid never read a book?”

“I’ve never seen a lock like that. It’s cool, because she opened it with a key from the inside” 🎶someone’s burning a corpse🎶

“Is that John? I forgot about this scene, because we see John in like 100 years” “If I was them, I wouldn’t have burned the body so John could become zombified so they could kill him twice” How do you even ask to take the body out of a hospital like that?

“Idk man. Isn’t this a unibody car? How do you reuse the frame like that? The interior looks different, too.”

Us arguing about the interior color

“It’s a weird thing to say that they’ve been there for over a week. They all know that John gave Baby to Dean. Dad just died? And Sam is literally complaining about being there for a week? He can either go fuck off on his own or he can help fix the car. What a douche” “That’s the best vehicle they could come up with? A red interior too? That’s a gem.”

“That’s better than soccer mom status right there” “Doesn’t she come up behind him with a shotgun?” “She could have just pulled the trigger, too” Spouse laughed at ‘you’re not going to hit me are ya?’

“I love how Dean treats Ellen like a mother figure already since he never had one” “Way to be so indirect. ‘Is he alright? No, he’s dead’ That’s how real mean do it. None of this slow dancing around the bush” “Anyone who has seen Fast % the Furious would have found that scene hilarious, because they cast him in the same but different role. He’s using the same voice too” “I already forgot about the clowns. Goddammit they had to tie it back in” “dodged a bullet there I guess” “Ronald McDonald was creepy AS FUCK. Do you remember him sitting on the bench?” “the wheel bearings aren’t screaming like shit anymore.” “why the fuck would you give this kid a DS at a carnival?” “fkn right you did - that’s the scariest shit you’ll see.”

“Why the fuck would you teach your kids that clowns are your friends?” “Soon as you say that shit, you’re going to wake up in the middle of the night and the creepy clown is going to kill you” “What the fuck is going on” “He’s throwing that knife awful hard” “this shit’s funny” “Is Sam gonna say no?” “How many times can I complain about Sam’s hair before it becomes annoying?” “It was super uncommon to have a singular earpiece like that with flip phones so I feel like people would think FED/cop when they see Sam like that” “Gotcha bitch” “I love how it’s blinking red a little bit” “a shitty ass van in front of the really nice house. No way that’s creepy” “they have been going hard on the smoke machine dude” “hello strange clown” “that is creepy as fuck. It’s even worse that he even has slightly dirty clothes” “my clown!” “How do you get out of that situation? They’re not going to let you go easy, you know what I mean?” 🎶these boots were made for walking’🎶

“Chill out with the vaseline. Holy fuck” “kind of a dick thing to say but dean’s not wrong” “I would love to know if they’re actually pronouncing most of this non-English wording correctly, but listening to them sounds like the whitest shit I’ve ever heard” “I feel like places like this get fucked with all the time.” “He’s got a good Oh Shit face” “I do like how expressive Jensen’s face is” Us commenting on the horror vibes of this episode

“Sure” “nice” “I like the smoke machine lever. Sure put out a lot of smoke. We were talking earlier about it being overdone but that scene alone - damn” “Just a bunch of men playing with their guns at the Roadhouse” “Was there a non-story reason why they killed Jo off? I understand why they chose to kill her off, but she would have been really interesting as reoccurring character. All of these roadhouse folks would have been” Pointing out Dean’s flirty face for Ash

“That’s funny as fuck. His character in Fast and Furious wanted to go to MIT.” “Dude just drank Dean’s beer” “Out back as in under the stars or the Outback Steakhouse or….?” “Good, Sam, but except not because you should have killed him.” “It would have been better for both of them, because John would have died and then the boys could have gone their separate ways” “I forgot that he beats up the car in the same episode as fixing it up” “Way to handle your fkn problems there buddy. Real mature. Gotta talk about it”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural s2 #supernatural

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