#animals without direction

[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter Thirty-Two: Music of the World

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“Healing magic takes more concentration than destruction magic,” Hyunjin says very plainly. His words are so melodic they flow into one another. It makes it seem like everything he says is poetry. “It takes a very special school of thought to heal the body with magic.”

The two of you sat on the ground, your backs against the log behind you with the roaring bonfire at your feet. Your shoulders are pressed together while he talks. Cold winter air isn’t getting anywhere near the two of you from your proximity to the bonfire’s warmth. 

“It comes from a very pure part of the mind and soul. The need to heal people’s wounds is pure with good intentions.”

Hyunjin holds out his hand, his palm facing up. You stare down at his extended fingers. 

“Some people believe that destruction is harder than healing– they could not be more wrong. It is easy to destroy, to pull volatile energy from the world and fling it somewhere else. To heal, you pull that energy and slowly inject it into a person’s body, allowing them to mend. Many Elves try their entire lives to master it, but they have such eccentric souls that they cannot do it.”

He gathers up a small ball of light in his hand. It shimmers and sparkles with a pure, golden glow. It looks like the magic you’ve seen Felix produce many times. He would be so proud of you at this moment. His warm smile fills your mind.

The night around you and Hyunjin is still– due to it being Winter you could not even hear crickets chirping.

There’s a certain silence that fills the air during the coldest months. It feels closer and somehow louder, lonelier. But with Hyunjin next to you, the silence doesn’t seem as heavy as it typically does. 

“It is the same technique as before,” he instructs you. “But this time, when you pull the energy from the air, picture yourself soothing it, calming down its rambunctious movements down to sit very plainly in your grasp; like a mother soothing an excited child.”

He motions for you to try, the golden light vanishing from his hand and dissipating into the air. 

Slowly, you stick your hands out like before, letting your eyes slide closed.

“Everything in this world has energy, the grass, the stars, even the log we lean against.” Hyunjin’s voice gets deeper and slower, it washes over your ears like water in a creek. “You can draw this energy anywhere, it does not need to be a light source.”

His words stop and the silence of the night begins again. 

But, the more you focus on his words, the more you begin to notice how there’s no cold winter silence at all. Just like he said, everything around you gives off its own frequency, its own hum. Vibrations come off of everything around you, you can feel it permeating into your skin.

“Draw from them, borrow their power. Feel their energy in your soul and bring it into your own hands, keep it contained to your own pure soul.”

Tingles begin in your elbows and slowly flow down your forearms. The feeling swirls around your palms and wraps around your fingers, all the way down to the tips and then back to your hands.

The music of the world starts to form a song. A song that starts off the way an orchestra warms up– how each musician would be playing their own melody to loosen their muscles and prepare for the piece to come. Bows pulled over violin strings, soft tufts of air blown into flutes, drumsticks beat heavily into drums.

As seconds tick by, you pull their notes together to allow harmonies to form. In the beginning, it’s just two melodies that sync together, but they meet and continue as if they’ve always been on the same song. 

Heat grows warmer and warmer in your palms.

The song continues on, soft piano twinkling swells to meet the other tunes that begin to harmonize with one another. 

A beautiful, slow, even arrangement hums through the once freezingly still, cold air. The same atmosphere that felt suffocatingly silent just mere moments ago now expands and sings as a chorus. The blades of grass wisping through a gentle wind carrying notes that meld with the easy, slow beat of the stone walls.

You don’t even need to open your eyes to know that a beautiful ball of light sits in the palm of your hands. You just know it's there, hovering above your eager palms. 

Hyunjin’s voice breaks through the music, but he doesn’t interrupt the stream, no, he only adds to the beauty of it. “There it is,” he whispers.

How could he possibly have murmured in perfect tune with the world? Does he hear their song too? Does he hear the way the logs in the fire pop the way cello strings are plucked?

“You now take this beautiful energy you have created, and you focus it on a wound, a rip in the beauty of someone’s body, and you use it to heal it.”

He shuffles around next to you, warm fingers wrap around your forearm. “Here,” he says gently. “I have a small cut on my forearm, would you help me, healer?”

You chuckle under your breath at his teasing words and nod. You’re worried that if you try to use your voice for even a second, the orchestra you’ve conducted will cease, and you’ll be left to sit in silence once more.

Hyunjin very gently grabs your wrist, he brings your hands closer to him. Your body shifts and you allow him to guide your touch down to his forearm.

“Think about the makeup of a living being, picture everything down to the blood the flows through my veins. Use your beautiful light to heal what has been broken, use it for good.”

You do as he says.

Various images fly across your mind. Veins and muscles that were once torn being resewn together, skin growing back over cuts and burns. 

The music swells louder and louder, music notes swirl around your ears and surround you completely. 

Will the world always sound like this? Is this her beautiful, unchanging song?

Hyunjin lets out a tiny sigh of relief, the air from his exhale fanning over your face from how close the two of you had gotten. “Just like that,” he whispers. “Just like that, healer.” 

Slowly, and against your very best wishes, the music begins to fade. The notes get slower, the tempo decreases. The time in between each drumbeat gets longer and longer. The energy within your palms begins to cool down.

Once you no longer can feel the energy within your hands, you allow your eyes to slide open once more. 

Your hands still rest on Hyunjin’s forearm. You look down to inspect it for any sign of a cut.

Running your fingers over his smooth skin, you see nothing, not even a scratch or even a scar to be found. Did you do it? Did you heal him?

“Congratulations, Y/N,” Hyunjin coos, drawing your attention again. You look up and see he is practically nose to nose with you. HIs sharp eyes are the softest you’ve ever seen. 

His piercing gaze is usually one to rival Minho’s; but now, he looks like he’s looking at the first flower of Spring. 

“I did it,” you whisper, obvious happiness present in your voice.

“You did,” he repeats.

You look back down at his forearm. “You are not jesting with me, correct? There really was a cut here?”

“Aye,” Hyunjin laughs under his breath. “I do not jest, you healed me, Y/N.”

You healed him, you actually healed him! 

A happy laugh bubbles in your chest while you look down at his flawless forearm. “I healed you,” you say in disbelief. “I healed you!”

You look up at Hyunjin once more with pure happiness on your face. “Oh, I cannot believe it. I never thought I would learn any magic, let alone restoration magic!”

He mirrors your smile, the corners of his lips turning up. “And yet here we are.”

Hesitating for a moment, you then speak up. “Do you hear the music too when you use magic? The music of the world?”

He stares at you, a little confused for just a split second. “Music? Nay, I do not hear music when I use magic.”

“Oh,” you say, a little disappointed.

“But,” he starts. “It is different for every Elf. The way our soul visualizes magic is different for everyone.”

“How do you see it?”

Hyunjin hums, his eyes looking around. He bites his lip in concentration, trying to find the right words to use to possibly describe it to you.

“Do you know the way paint runs over canvas? The way the color comes from a brush– especially waterpaint?”

You nod.

“That is how I see magic. Everything has its own color, texture, medium, all of it. When I draw energy from different sources, it’s like creating a beautiful painting in my soul. Sometimes they are so unforgettable that I try to recreate them.”

Your mouth drops open for a second. “Your workshop,” you say quickly. “The paintings all over the walls, were they pieces you saw in your mind?”

“Aye,” he answers with a smile. “Every last one of them is from my magic. Beautiful, no?”

“It is,” you say with wonder laced through your tone. 

Leaning back against the log, you let your eyes wander to the fire. 

The beauty of the world around you has never been something you were able to stop and appreciate. It was more something you knew existed but figured it was for other people to enjoy. 

This didn’t mean that you couldn’t stop to enjoy the occasional painting or sculpture, but just that you didn’t have the time to sit and understand it. 

But now that you’ve heard the beautiful music that the objects could make around you, you find yourself craving more than what you get every day. You want to stop and smell the roses, stare up at the stars, watch the way the wind blows through the leaves of trees in the Summertime. 

Wouldn’t it be so nice to just sit by a pond and watch as a duck with her ducklings swims by? To be able to observe how the shadows fall across the valley from the clouds passing by the sun?

The crushing weight of the war around you creeps up in the back of your mind.

There was no time to ogle at the beauty of the world when other people feared they might live to see the next sunrise.

Hyunjin must have watched your face fall.

“I say that we have had enough for tonight.” 

Your head looks over at him, your lips part to usher a rebuttal, but he interrupts you. 

“Nay, you need rest, I need rest. We are going to need to get in all the hours of sleep we possibly can in the next few days.”

He’s right, you know he’s right. But you feel like you just found a secret of the world, how are you supposed to stop when you just started?

“We will practice again tomorrow night, Y/N, I swear to you.”

The mage stands up from the ground, brushing the dirt off his clothes. The light from the fire illuminates his face in an ethereal way. 

“Come,” he says, holding out his hand. You take it and he helps you up to your feet. “Now, off to your room. And I best not hear any sounds coming from inside.”

“Or what?” you tease, following after him as he makes his way towards the fort.

“Or I will withhold magic lessons.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “Sure, whatever, but you need to stop acting like my father.

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Daytime around camp is much different than nighttime. 

When the sun is high in the sky, you can expect to hear various commands being thrown left and right by Changbin and other higher up officers in the army. 

The blacksmiths of the camp are working in overdrive to try and prepare all the weapons and armor for the impending attack.

It’s lunchtime on December the Ninth. Two full days until the axis of the world tilts. 

“Y/N,” Changbin calls out to you across the training grounds. “Keep that elbow locked when you are blocking!”

Quickly, you shift your form, following his orders. Your sparring opponent tries to take advantage of the supposed distraction, swinging their sword around to try and strike at your right side.

Your reflexes are too fast. You jump out of the way, nimbly dodging their swipe and kicking upwards at the hand holding their weapon. They too dodge your attack and the two of you are back in the rhythm of the spar. 

“Knees bent, Y/N!” Changbin yells at you again from across the field, his voice seems closer now. 

Your knees were already bent? If you squat down any more, your center of gravity will be off and a stiff breeze will knock you over.

For the first time, you decide to ignore his command, continuing with your movements.Over and over again you hit your sword into your partner’s. 

“Y/N! Knees bent!” His voice is even closer now. 

Again, you ignore him with a sneer pulling at your lips. What does he mean bend your knees?

Three more swipes against your sparring partner, one jab in your direction, a kick to the ribs, a missed stab.

Before you’re able to attack again, a boot shoves into the back of your knee, causing you to collapse into the dirt.

“Fuck!” you call out, bracing against the ground to stop your fall. “By The Six!” you curse. 

Your partner’s eyes are wide in shock.

Whipping your head around, you see Changbin staring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest, a frown on his face. You stand up quickly, coming closer to him.

“What is wrong with you?” you bark at him, your temper flaring. 

His own anger swells with your lashing out. “Watch your tongue! You were the one not following commands!”

“Following–” You balk and scoff. “My knees were already bent, if I bent them any more I would be squatting in the dirt!”

“Why are you challenging my instruction?” Changbin’s eyebrows furrow, his cheeks flush with anger. 

“Because I know what I am doing and I am telling you that my knees do not need to be bending anymore. I listen when I know what you are saying is correct.”

His chest puffs and his face darkens. Obviously, he is not taking too kindly to you challenging his authority. 

In the months you’ve been a part of Miroh’s court, never did you go against any of his commands, not once pushing against any of his corrections or lessons he taught on the training grounds.

But tensions were running high in the camp, everyone was on edge and frazzled. 

“Ten laps around the fort,” Changbin says lowly, his voice gruff. The two of you keep eye contact with each other, neither one wanting to back down.

Every single soldier, who had previously stopped to stare at your pissing contest, groans.

“Not you lot,” he says louder, talking to his soldiers. “Just Y/N.”

Your jaw drops open in disbelief. “What? Changbin–”

“Fifteen.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“Twenty.”

“I do not have to do this.”

“Twenty five.”

You maintain fiery eye contact with him, red hot frustration bubbling up in your chest. It’s burning hot and clouding your sensibility. 

Oh, you could scream, you can practically feel the temper tantrum on the tip of your tongue. You can taste every single awful insult you want to throw Changbin’s way. It’s taking every bit of self control you have not to let them fly.

He doesn’t back down. Just by staring at his face, you can tell that he’s only just keeping it together.

But still, you can’t hold your tongue.

“To the Void with you, Changbin.”

“Thirty.”

You throw your shield and sword on the ground at his feet, the dust from the dirt kicking up. You roll your shoulders back and walk away from the training grounds.

But, you make sure you harshly bump your shoulder into his as you walk past. It takes too much effort, but you do manage to knock him off balance to make his boots shift in the dirt. 

“Come straight to my office when you are done.”

“I will think about it.”

Who the fuck knows how long thirty laps is going to take you?

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids fantasy au #animals without direction #stray kids x y/n #stray kids smut

[skunkes]

my evil hater opinion is that tails often enhance character designs but paw pads dont. not everything needs paw pads.

#specific: the autism creature does not need paw pads. trolls do not need paw pads. #every time theres ''cute beast'' with no direct animal equivalent ppl ruin it with paw pads. #general: sometimes rabbit furs can be cuter with them but done right but usually theyre much cuter without them like irl #u have to use them correctly if u do #like the autism creature wld look cute with pawpads if it was the single pink circle pad and not the individual toe ones #trolls wld look nice with em if under their hands/feet was jst lighter or darker without the individual finger pads etc #and looney tunes rabbits paw pads are fun and cute separate circles #i dont think tails belong on EVERY character (like chilchuck) but it at least makes me go oh cuuuuute! #paw pads on a character that doesnt need them actively makes them less cute

[iztarshi]

One thing about 87!Donatello's occasional desire to be a normal turtle is, it's worrying, but it's not suicide adjacent the way it would be for any other Donatello.

The context in which he starts to think about it is one where they've pursued a newly mutated sumo gerbil (yes, seriously) back to the petshop where it was trying to break in so it could "go home". When the unstable mutation wears off it's happy to be shut back in its cage and Donatello thinks he recognises the petshop as the one where the turtles were originally sold.

For the gerbil being given sudden sapience isn't a gift or the beginning of its existence as a person, it's a weird and scary thing that left it adrift in a world it didn't understand and that didn't understand it. Having it wear off is a happy ending. After all, if a human was turned into a dragon and given massively expanded intelligence, a thousand year lifespan, and the power of flight and fire, but still wanted to go back to being human that would be understandable.

Donatello remembers being a turtle - his sense of his own identity doesn't start with sapience - so seeing another animal unmutate and be happy when he's unhappy with nearly but not quite fitting into the human world makes him thoughtful.

There's still a lot he does and enjoys that a turtle couldn't do! And most of the time (such as when being threatened with de-mutation by Shredder) he doesn't want to go back to being a helpless turtle. But there is that lingering feeling that he might fit into the world better (and be liked by humans better) if he was simply a turtle they could keep as a pet.

#87 turtles #something there that's not #what if I didn't exist #but what if I was less #smaller #less smart #quieter #Donatello already tries a lot of the time to soften himself #he talks gently and is still often too blunt #because he doesn't know which things about what he says are upsetting #so maybe being a cute pet is the ultimate softening? #but then when he daydreams about a society of turtle people instead of being an animal #he thinks of them being able to 'stand tall' #...so I guess that's a sign Splinter redirected him in a healthier direction? #a place where he can be himself instead of a himself that he can be here without censure

[puppyeared]

#UAUHGG im havung oc thoughts. plaguing myBRAIN. i can feel my heartrate spiking holy shit #ok so. i rly wanna touch up presto and shuffles story without scaring myself out of it by overthinking it. esp the implications of #them having animal features and what they would eat. as well as worldbuilding character dynamics setting background characters ugghh. #constantly have to tell myself its just for fun. basically theyre rival magicians who keep their identities secret and fuck it up in #the funniest way possible LMAO. they rent the same apartment and the landlady accidentally gives it to both of them without them knowing #so they end up walking in on each other out of costume and have this weird tension around not revealing each others identities despite thei #borderline malicious rivalry. blackmail may or may not be involved i havent decided yet #they DO consider backing out of tenancy but they decide not to so they can make sure they dont reveal each others identities #thats the idea but its really abstract bc i dont have a direction or writing in mind. they just rattle in my head like spare change #other stuff i have rn is. they both consider each other a copycat and they have the same skill level of magic #but they have different styles and techniques theyre just too focused on outperforming each other to notice #presto likes to make people laugh so they probably include gags and impossible feats. shuffle is more elegant and focuses on #smooth movements and dangerous stunts. i want to make that reflect in their costumes but its hard bc stage magician costumes tend to stick #to suits and capes.. so idk. then maybe side characters like the landlady and other tenants but i havent given em much thought orz #i really should practice with concepts because i have a bad habit of making everything similar to the first try so its frustrating #and i suck at writing characters. but im doing this for fun so im trying not to get hung up on whether its generic or not #yapping #stares at the floor. maybe i should make a carrd for my ocs #oc talk #presto #shuffle

[zipmode]

The family dog will notttt shut the fuck up GIRL THERE IS NOTHING OUTSIDE!!!!!!!! not to mention YOU ARE DEAF AND BLIND. WHAT are you BARKING ATTYYT

#zipmode talks #im so fucking irritated but im not directing it at her cause shes a senile little animal that doesnt know any better #this is supposed to be my sisters job to take care of HASHTAG NOTMYDOG!!!!!! #but my sister for SURE has earplugs in i can hear her snoring no way shes sleeping through this without help #god. GODDDDDDD OK IM GOING TO FIND A FUCKING FLASHLIGHT AND STOMP AROUND OUTSIDE #SO SHE SHUTS THE FUCK UP

[sheriffspookypants]

Driving to work and I witnessed the car in front of me just randomly decide to run the red light we were stopped at. I was like damn that’s crazy. Then I watched them turn into my works parking lot. Then the light turned green and I pulled in just in time to see one of my favorite attorneys getting out of the car and power walking off. I really hate attorneys every bad stereotype is true they’re menaces sksbsjsjdb

#one time I was in the car with a different attorney and I was giving him directions and I was like #‘hey I don’t think you’re allowed to turn left up here’ #and without hesitation he just goes ‘I disagree’ and turns left #animals. all of them. #anyway I can’t wait to tell her I saw her run a red light I just know she was running late for a depo or something but I must roast her #for her own safety #personal

[utilitycaster]

Possibly unpopular and therefore untagged opinion (also still have only seen the first tlovm ep) but I never got the obsession with trying to bring Vax back, let alone the idea that the animated show should rewrite the story we have - and I'm not opposed to taking liberties in an adaptation in concept. His oath and sacrifice are the primary reasons I find him compelling; undoing that is throwing out most of what made late campaign VM like... an interesting story.

#I've seen both that the animated show could go in a different direction #Or that if Predathos eats trq he'll come back maybe and it's like. #Stories without either the inevitability of death or the exhaustion of immortality are for toddlers

[sleepsucks]

#19.01.22 #2873 #so my work was FAR from perfect actually #i found out later that the way they did things on this production was; #MOST of the time the director/lead animator would 'approve' shots on the first submission but actually do a small bunch of corrections #like instead of sending it back for retakes it was just deemed faster for them to do adjustments themselves and keep things moving #so here what I'd sent in was actually heavily red-lined for the next step but still marked approved without any further notes to me #i eventually learned to properly check what corrections had been made to figure out stuff to watch out for from that but #otherwise i wasn't really getting any direct feedback

[not-poignant]

Today I've been told by an old, wise woman (don't ask me why or how. It's a long story) that I might become a Psychopomp when I'll be older, because my soul has a very strong light and it will help many others through the whole trespassing process, only if I want to, of course. I immediately thought about Gwyn (haha). I don't know if it's entirely a good thing, I need to do some research, but thinking about Gwyn helps a little.

Hi anon!

It's actually not that uncommon in certain spiritual animism circles tbh to be a psychopomp. And psychopomps are found in nearly every animist tradition / religion / spirituality all over the world (both as gods, heroes, and also people - especially because some of these traditions deify real people / ancestors). You might want to look into Eurasian shamanism specifically.

Over a decade ago now, I practiced this myself, and a fascination with both living and deified psychopomps (and the overall practice of being a death shepherd) was what led me to write a character like Gwyn ap Nudd in the first place. :D

I definitely recommend doing research into it, since it can be labour-intensive for some, and it's not for everyone. Also it might be worth looking into the Jungian psychological version! Because if you approach the subject laterally, the psychopomp in Jungian thinking is someone (or a being) that mediates between conscious and unconscious thought, and that can be anything from a symbolic animal or figure, to a psychotherapist depending on the techniques!

#asks and answers #personal #that paganism life #yeah psychopomps definitely exist and there are those who are actively practicing #i preferred soul retrieval and soul depossession when i was actively #offering those services to others #psychopomping is something i prefer to do for animals #and i've definitely met people who inadvertently do this without realising #but yeah to intentionally do it is a lot #having an affinity/potential to be able to do this / walk this path #is not the same as really wanting to! #but there's a lot to research if you decide to go in that direction #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

[fellhellion]

hey Tunes, do you know whats happening in the Miguel tag? I'm too afraid to check it out myself so thought I'll ask you.

essentially the atsv screenplay was released two or so days ago, which you can read in its entirety here, and there has been valid crirtique regarding the language utilised to describe Miguel within said screenplay, including allusions to bloodlust and the screenplay describing him as an animal twice I believe.

#insofar as my own personal thoughts this does really make me concerned that theres a real lack of consciousness to #emphasizing miguel's anger and the nature of his being in that he's half spider as primary tenets to his character #its deeply concerning to me that regardless of whether the authorial intent was more in vein of providing direction to animators #or was an attempt at shorthand for his emotional state to emphasize his threat AS an antagonist #that this kind of language pertaining to a moc wasnt examined more closely and that it wasnt something picked up upon throughout the #creative process (because lbr Lord + Miller + Callaham are notorious for creatively echoloating their way to the final product and even the #screenplay we HAVE has elements which never made it to the film that exists right now) #its concerning that this mindset on part of the creatives (esp in contrast to Spot as others have pointed out who doesnt contain the same #kinds of language descriptors) that this is something that appears to have been integrated carelessly and without consideration as to just. #the implications of always referring to a moc within bestial terms and characterising his emotions as such. and i think thats something #which is important to point out and criticise as part of the authorial intent (which is what i read the screenplay AS yknow) #but yeah tldr theres been a lot of issue taken with the language used there and i think its a very warranted point to make critique of #and its one i personally hope the creatives HEAR and reflect on. because theyve shown they can do so in regards to characters like Peni or #elements like getting the texture of Miles' hair wrong at first #ask games #anon

[nerice]

(day 2) from akiba with love (only takes pics inside stores) lol

#unfortunately i am not immune to raiden standee. unsure if i was allowed to take that pic but i had alrdy taken it f #also that ramen place is in hatsudai and it's without competition THE BEST RAMEN WE HAVE EATEN #waited 5 years to come back to this place and it was every bit as good <33 #tmrw is a more chill day bc both my feet and back are currently busted ;-; #my wrist is.... questionable? only use my phone to look up direction so i hope the odd pains i get is Repair Twinges hhhhh #sets will be more coherent from now on too. i am making it my mission #oh but ALSO in the animate akiba they were playing the frieren op/trailers on almost every level and i kept almost crying ahajshdjf #<normal. but still haven't found any merch i actually like :( #japan adventures

[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter Thirty - Missed You

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The sleep that you fell into was dreamless. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out cold.

Changbin had put you in your old room, apparently no one has claimed it since your absence. Another court member perk. Perhaps squatter’s rights didn’t apply in this case.

The hustle and bustle of the camp waking up comes through the stone window, but it’s not enough to take you out of your comfortable sleep bubble. 

Do they know yet? Do your fellow soldiers know what’s coming? Has Changbin told them anything yet? Are they aware of the impending storm on the horizon?

Heavy boots walk down the hall outside your room, you can hear them coming at a good clip. Maybe the craziness started then. 

Of course Changbin has told his soldiers, he had to. There’s not enough time to waste. He probably told them right after plopping you into bed. 

The boots barely give pause outside your door, pushing inside without knocking. 

What? Who? Changbin? No, his footsteps are much heavier. 

Your brain is slowly coming alive. 

The boots sound like they’re toed off right next to you.

The bed dips right next to your body, a warm presence hovers over your sleeping form. They move with such urgency it makes your heart drop. 

But since you were so exhausted, it seems like your brain doesn’t want to function. 

A familiar smell invades your senses, igniting every nerve ending. 

Before you’re able to open your eyes, lips press to your forehead for an extended couple of seconds. 

Jeongin. 

A happy squeeze comes around your heart. Gods, you missed him. 

You hum sleepily, finally able to move your limbs. He pulls back from your forehead to kiss only a centimeter lower, then a kiss just to the left, another to the right. 

The squire peppers your forehead with tiny, long kisses. 

“Jeongin…” you slur, physically forcing your eyes to open. 

He pulls back to look down at you. His black hair disheveled and fluffy as ever; bright eyes look down at you with thinly veiled excitement and joy. 

“I thought I was hearing incorrectly when a guard told me of your return.”

Jeongin doesn’t stay still for long, he swoops back down, kissing your cheek, then your nose, then your other cheek, then your chin. 

With a tired squeal, you squirm around. 

“No, no,” his leg swings over your body, straddling you completely. Both of his large hands cup your face so he can continue his assault. 

Finally, he plants his lips on yours. An electric shock shoots down through your chest at the sensation. A happy huff leaves his nose.

Your arms wrap around his neck at the same time his come around your shoulders, like he can’t get you close enough. Both of his eyebrows pinch together, face contorted like he’s physically in pain. 

Jeongin’s tongue slides out to tango with yours. Your kisses slide over one another. One of his hands grabs the back of your head to keep you even closer. 

“I take it you missed me,” you say against his lips. 

“Hush,” he answers quickly and keeps his mouth on yours. 

Jeongin nips at your bottom lip and lays your body back down on the mattress, his own lithe form pressing down further and further. He adjusts to slot his hips between your legs. 

He tastes so good, like honeyed ale and sweet candies. Sucking on his tongue was like consuming your own personal confection. 

“Why are you back at Fort Mire?” you ask.

He kisses you again before answering. “Messenger sent for me to come see Changbin.”

“Have you?”

Kiss.

“I got sidetracked.”

Idiot.

You kiss him again.

Jeongin groans low in his throat when you wrap your leg around his hips. He must’ve shucked his armor off before coming in, leaving him clad in a traveling tunic and slacks. 

The shirt billows off his body, the low neck leaving his chest partially exposed. 

The trousers were so thin you could feel his cock throb after one particularly sensual roll of your hips. 

“I heard about your injury,” he says in between kisses. Immediately, he dives in for another. 

Your body tenses. Him too? Is he going to punish you for something that wasn’t even your fault?

Like always, he seems to sense your thoughts. 

“I will not scold you.” Kiss. “You probably already got an earful—“ kiss. “From Changbin and Chan and everyone else.” Kiss. “Just need you.” Kiss. “So bad, Y/N.” Kiss. “Just do not let it–” Kiss. “Happen again.” Kiss.

“I am here now,” you whisper into his mouth with unfocused, lidded eyes.

His face looks the same, a strong blush crawling down his neck.

“Thank The Six.” He dives back in. 

After a few more long kisses, you hook your feet around his bent knees and flip the two of you over. 

He only pauses for a moment before licking and mouthing at your lips with more fervor than before. Tiny exhales leave his nose. 

Jeongin hums, hands desperately clawing at your body. Each touch feels feverish, like you’re a glass of water and he’s been wandering in the desert for weeks. 

He threads a hand through your hair and wraps the other arm around you, pulling you down so your chests are flush. 

Your hips roll down on his hard cock, stimulating you both. 

“Need— fuck— need you,” he begs into your mouth. “Y/N— shit .”

You smirk against his mouth. “I missed you too, Jeongin.” You suck on his bottom lip. He whines and holds you closer. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

His breath catches in his throat. “No—“

You cock an eyebrow at him, leaning back to get a closer look. He visibly swallows; he desperately tries to hold eye contact with you, but looks away each time. 

Jeongin’s ears turn redder and redder by the second. 

“I— I just— shit— s-sit on my face,” he finally stutters out. “Please.”

Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. 

“Need to be surrounded by you,” he pants, chest heaving against yours. “I just need you.”

You smirk. It’s devilish and Jeongin knows it. His lips part with surprise. 

“What if we did both?” 

It takes him a second before it clicks into place. 

He gulps again but his hips buck up into yours causing both of you to moan lowly. It feels so fucking good that he does it again. 

“Shit,” he murmurs. You roll your hips and lean down, taking a small nip at his bright red ear. “I care not— Gods, woman— sit on my fucking face before I go insane.”

 Jeongin grabs your hips in a bruising grip, guiding your pussy to drag over his clothed erection. 

“You want to taste me, Squire?”

His hands tighten more. “I do, I need it, Y/N, please.”

With one last bite to his neck, you sit up on his hips, the pressure from your weight makes his eyes roll back in his head. 

Reaching down, you grip the fabric of your loose tunic and rip it off. Your chest bindings were taken off last night along with your trousers. 

You now sit on Jeongin in just your smalls. 

He bites his lip and looks up at you with hazy eyes. His tongue comes out to lick his drying lips. 

“Been dreaming of you every night,” he whispers, his eyes not leaving your exposed skin. “I never got to properly taste you.”

One of his hands reaches up and slides all the way from your lower abdomen up towards your chest. Those long fingers leaving blazing trails with their path. His fingers splay out wider the higher he got until they eventually run over your collarbones and around your throat.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, admiring your scarred skin. Battle wounds litter the planes of your body in different spots, despite that, he admires you as if you’re a demi-god from the afterlife. 

“Please,” Jeongin begs again.

You lean forward and capture his lips once more, your fingers moving to push up his tunic, feeling the entire expanse of his muscled chest. His training definitely paid off– the muscles underneath his tunic are hard, all cut lines and straight angles. 

“Patience, Jeongin,” you whisper against his lips. His hips buck into yours eagerly. 

He groans and leans up to devour your lips with his own. He’s so antsy, his lust causing him to make sloppy licks to your tongue, spit building up between your mouths and dripping down your chins.

Despite your wet folds screaming to keep rutting against him, you lift your hips to hook your fingers over the waistband of his trousers. Jeongin sighs into your mouth when you pull them down, his cock springing from its confines. 

His legs kick the trousers off completely. If you weren’t so anxious to touch him you might have laughed at his eagerness. 

When one of your hands grabs his cock, Jeongin melts into the mattress. A long, deep groan coming from his chest and entering your own mouth. His eyebrows pinch together, his cheekbones hollowing from kissing you so fervently. 

Jeongin grabs your upper arms, fingers curling around your own muscles. 

“Y-Y/N, please .” His begging is music to your ears. It scratches some deep itch in the inner workings of your mind. To have such a physically powerful man beg for you, plead to let him taste you, it makes you keen. 

Parting from his lips, you sit up and grab at the waistband of your smalls. You maneuver your body off of his to stand up from the bed. His fox-like eyes never leave your naked form.

As soon as the fabric hits the ground, his lips part and his tongue darts out to wet them. Jeongin’s hand drifts down to fist his own cock. The head is so red and angry, you almost feel bad.

His chest is heaving with want and desire.

You walk back towards the bed, his eyes snap to yours. 

Slowly, his hand pumps his cock while he watches you climb back onto the bed. He gulps once, eyes dropping down to your glistening folds. 

“Gods…” he says hoarsely.

You kneel on the sheets next to his bed, the tip of his tongue already leaving his lips in anticipation of tasting you. Faster and faster his hand moves on his cock, making you smirk. 

“Say it one more time,” you tease, tilting your head to the side to stare at him with narrowed eyes. “Just for me.”

Jeongin’s eyes shut in frustration, his back arching off the bed, his hand still furiously stroking himself. “Fucking– please, Y/N. ”

“Good boy.”

You throw your leg over his face. Jeongin whines underneath you and before you can even settle, his tongue is delving through your folds.

Gasping, your entire body tenses and your head tilts back, “Ah–! Shit, Jeongin. ”

He moans into your cunt, with the way you’re facing, you’re not able to see his face. But if you had to guess, his eyes were either shut or rolling back in his skull; or both.

Jeongin’s hand seems to have stopped stroking himself, his entire focus on licking your juices and exploring you with his tongue. He’s squeezing his cock so tight the head turns an even deeper red, precum leaking out and down over his fingers. 

His tongue licks around your clit before he sucks on it. Without thinking, your weight drops down a bit, unable to stop your leg muscles from giving out. 

The moan that Jeongin lets out is so loud it vibrates through your body. 

“S-Sorry,” you whine and try to lift your weight back onto your knees. Jeongin’s hands shoot up to desperately grab your hips, pulling your body back down onto his face.

He licks more at your clit, coming down to tease your entrances and then back up to flick at your small bundle of nerves.

Oh, so he likes having all your weight on him. Well, you could absolutely make that happen. 

You drop your weight gently until you’re literally smothering him. Jeongin moans deeply, his fingernails digging into your skin, hips bucking into the air while his legs squirm around. 

Moan after moan comes out of your mouth, his name in between each one. You reach down and run your nails over his bare abdomen, the muscles jump and tense under your touch. 

He keens and whines. 

Your eyes flick down to his throbbing, weeping cock standing proud. 

Leaning down, you grab his cock with one hand at the same time you lick a fat stripe from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the top. 

His licking stops only for a second so that he can moan into your cunt. When he resumes his ministrations, they’re ten times more passionate. His licks quicker and his sucking a bit harsher. 

You swirl your tongue around his cockhead before taking as much as you could into your mouth. Jeongin has to pry himself away from your cunt to arch back and let out a loud whine, his thighs tensing when you flex your tongue in a wave motion to press along the shaft. 

“ Ffuucck… ” he can’t stop the whine from coming out. 

His fingers slide from your hip over your asscheek to run down your folds, finding your entrance and pushing in slowly. The wet slick sound fills the air, intermingling with your heavy pants and sucks. 

Moaning around his cock, you wiggle your hips for more. He leans back up to suck on your clit again. Each time he returns to pleasure you, it’s with more enthusiasm than the last. 

Those sinful fingers move in and out of you slowly, a second and third finger joining in after a bit. They curl and reach deep within your body, every sensation shooting down your legs. 

Your mouth bobs up and down on his cock, making sure to hollow your cheeks and suck and lick every inch you could reach. Jeongin’s thighs tense more and more as time goes on.

His moans going right into your cunt and yours vibrating around his cock. 

Jeongin reaches his other hand down your body to cup at your breast, teasing and pinching your nipples as much as he’s able to.

The familiar knot of an orgasm starts to pull in your stomach. Your moans get louder and louder, hips twitching and bucking into his face.

He must not be far behind with how his dick twitches in your hand. The pitch of his whines getting higher.

“C-Cum…” you manage to say around his cock, pulling off to pump him tightly. “Close, Jeongin. The hazy blush across your cheeks feels so hot.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whispers into your folds in between licks. “Cum, pretty girl, cum for me.” His fingers thrust faster and harder, each one going in to his knuckles.

You’re barely able to continue pumping his cock, all you can think about is how amazing he’s making you feel, how his tongue seems to flick against your clit just right, how you can feel each hot exhale against your pussy. 

Slowly, your hand slows down to a leisurely pump. Jeongin doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. His movements don’t calm down even for a second, putting your pleasure before his.

He’s licking at you as if your pleasure is his pleasure.

Tighter and tighter you clench around his fingers.

“Just like that,” he moans into your folds. “Come on, Y/N, cum for me. Soak my face, cum all over me.”

“J-Jeongin, shit! ” You can’t even keep your head up, your cheek rests on his thigh. Your fist clenching his cock, thumb rubbing over the head to spread precum around. 

You want him to cum with you so badly. You need him to cum with you.

Focusing, you pump your hand up and down his cock with a tight grip. His breath catches and his fingers twitch.

“G’na…” he pants. “ Fuck! Cum with me, Y/N, please, please–” His lips move against you.

Tighter and tighter you clench at the same time your hand moves faster.

“Sh-shit, Jeongin–! Cumming, cumming, cumming–!” you repeat like a mantra, your eyes squeezing closed as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, your walls clenching down tightly on his fingers.

Jeongin only lasts for a few more pumps before his cock jumps in your hand and cum spurts out from the top. It shoots out and lands over your hand and arm, some even making it back to your shoulder.

The whines that bless your ears are sounds you’ll remember forever. They’re what wet dreams are made of. The way his breath catches each time he tries to inhale.

Both of you pant more as you come down from your highs. 

Slowly, his fingers slide out of you. A low whimper makes its way from your throat.

Jeongin chuckles and presses one last kiss to your cunt. You sigh.

“Come here,” he says lowly. The timbre of his voice is enough to give you chills.

Mustering strength on your wobbly arms, you climb off of him and turn around, laying next to him on the bed. Your body basically collapses next to him on top of the sheets. 

With dark, evil looking eyes, Jeongin takes your cum covered hand and maintains searing eye contact while he brings it to his lips.

His tongue comes out and licks a large bit of his own release off your skin. Your jaw clenches, mouth going dry at the sight. So much is collected on his tongue, he folds it back into his mouth, narrowing his eyes and watching you closely. 

He leans up on his elbow to hover over you.

Those fucking fingers grab at your jaw to force open your mouth.

“Open,” he says through his teeth.

You obey immediately, sticking your own tongue out a bit. 

He leans over you and lets a large dribble of spit fall from his mouth and into yours. The mixture of your juices, his cum and his spit slides over your tongue and your eyes roll back at the taste.

“Shit, Jeongin,” you moan after swallowing. “You are nasty .”

He then has the nerve to chuckle innocently, his dimples on full display. Your juices still coat his entire lower half of his face, making you roll your eyes and reach up with your clean hand, wiping it off his mouth.

“You missed me, then?” you tease.

His smile only gets wider. “More than you know.” 

Jeongin leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Welcome back to the front lines, Mercenary.”

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #stray kids fantasy au #animals without direction

[caluupin]

I'm finally AR60,, nice

#caluutalks #took 2.5 years #nice nice #also! sorry for being so dead 😅😅 I'm currently busy w/ final exam season rn #after this semester's over (in around 2-3 weeks) I'll definitely be drawing n doing personal projects more #back on topic-ish: #lantern rite was fun. #well at first i was a bit against xianyun doing the whole reuniting thing with Ga-Ming and his dad #but it turned out better and not in the direction that I initually thought #plus the hugging scene was pretty wholesome #i think its the first time that we get a hugging animation without it being in a cutscene. which I think is cool #who knows? maybe hoyo will be using the hell out of this animation like the crying one #not complaining tho #anyways I'll be back to work n stuff of the sort now so.. yeah bi

[narwhalandchill]

the unfortunate thing abt the narwhals 4.2 appearances is that both in those kind of dynamic cutscenes and bossfights alike there are set limitations in terms of scale given the model kinda. Has to actively be there moving in game environments . and as huge (& beautiful 🥰) as the narwhal Is even within those (particular props to how the model dimensions warp and get way bigger during the swallowing animation kinda implying how big its Actually intended to be). its also just Not That Massive for a creature whose whose sheer size in lore is p much described as like. genuinely incomprehensible . that casually consumes entire worlds and hosts newborn ones within its stomach. Like its just a Bit tiny for what youd expect (but very cute and stunning!!! With lovely animations!! Dearest)

But that also makes the subject of its Actual In Lore Size very funny bc it lets you kinda. Forget about that aspect for a little bit and then you go back to the 4.1 scene like

Right. Right.

THATS the all-devouring narwhal we are talking about . Thats the real deal 💀

#AJAX LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING ANT KSKSKFJSFGDJSJSJSJFHSJS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #lore accurate my beloved doesnt even fucking FIT inside tbe opera epiclese 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 #like idek how fucking big that is eyeballed assuming like 1.8m for ajax . has to be over 100m but could Easily be 200+ #its sooooo 😭😭😭😭😭 i fucking hate it (beloved). but like yeah ajax i get it id perma rewire my brain chemistry witnessinv this at 14 too #top 3 reasons we need some sort of arle style 2d animated short for ajax and the narwhal is just. #bro i NEED to see them interact (lovingly. preferably. but sure the toxic dysfunctional dueling works too ig 💀💀) in true scale man #i am SOOOOOOOO obsessed w huge fucking creatures and their One Chosen Mortal i Neeed it..... hoyo please #the scene is vertical bc that pics just my lockscreen btw. without the ajax for scale marks #im very normal . #anuway obviously wifh the narwhals direct parallels to black holes its not like it NEEDS to be like. celestial body tier massive #bc obviously having the gravity to consume anything and everything is about density and mass #and like. it already hosts a black hole of some sorts within . but its still so fucking big man #i mean skirk compressed it into one straight up pretty much. so likr sentient cetacean black hole seems apt #anyway im soooo in love and also i miss u...... narwhal my beloved..... come back soon #genshin #rambles #and like lets be real its about time #narwhalposting

[ducktracy]

as a Porky Fanatic i’ve always loved just about every classic iteration of his character, but the more i analyze and comb through these cartoons i find myself becoming more and more enamored with Clampett’s approach: blundering and oblivious, but incredibly endearing and charming whose humor is largely (and anomalously) derivative from his sincerity.

 this particular clip is such a perfect combination of embracing that sort of sincerity and almost encouraging it, but also poking polite fun at how eccentric and comically naïve he is (as reflected through the dog’s very succinct commentary.) only Porky would find it acceptable to breathlessly explain his life’s story to some random dog he found then feeling the need to politely excuse himself and leave with absolutely no warning, and that in itself is just as funny as any other visual gag or screwball escapade. a-ma-zing!

#i posted this back in 2019 and went to reblog it with the above thoughts but the tags were so long winded i just made a new post for it #the curse of getting access to better prints and being more articulate outside of 'THIS IS CUTE he is silly' #i really do miss this sort of sincerity in the filmmaking though as much as i love some of the more cynical cartoons and realize how they're #able to capitalize on their individual strengths to maybe a greater degree #i think you can have your characters be earnest and poke fun at their genuineness without being callous about it (or at least direct said #callous approach to characters who aren't as sympathetic in nature and work well with that sort of humor) #i say this while adoring the McKimson/early Jones approach of having Porky seen as a ruthless antagonist LOL. Freleng too to a degree #sincere doesn't equal boring you just have to sometimes dig a little further to find the humor and honestly i feel that makes it so much #more rewarding and why i love Porky as much as i do he's the only character who makes me laugh purely without doing anything on purpose #and if you've made it this far:this is animated by Bobe Cannon #lt #wise quacks #clampett #vid

[corvidcall]

im gonna be honest i am really struggling w the whole submarine meme cycle. i know theyre rich people who paid to get on a deeply unsafe submarine to go down and gawk at a pile of rusted wreckage that once held other rich people, and they should have known better, and that it seems so obviously like a death trap

but also. idk. theres no way those people didnt die in the most horrific way i can image, and even if theyre bad people who brought it on themselves.... i just really dont think it's that funny overall, and the fact that every other post on here and ALSO on twitter are just people memeing about it is making every single social media deeply unpleasant to use.

#anime life #sorry everything i hear about it is making me actually physically ill #like. i think elon musk is a bad person who is causing harm to the world but i probably wouldnt think it was very funny and memeable #if he got each of his limbs tied to a different horse who all ran in different directions #i cant think of a way to say this without sounding like im trying to virtue signal but i think it's generally bad when people are killed #and it's especially bad when people are killed in really horrific ways #and the fact they brought it on themselves or that they deserved it doesnt really make me feel better about it #like i think it's bad for people to smoke cigarettes and they shouldn't do it but i dont think it's funny when they get lung cancer