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rithmeres · 6 months

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on a mountain of their corpses i stand.

#ERWIN SMITH THE MAN THAT YOU ARE #erwin smith #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #'people who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoyi-' STFU AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY 13TH SURVEY CORPS COMMANDER ERWIN SMITH #wherefore art thou #blood tw #me when im the only mf in the world who can draw hands so i put 16 hands in 1 painting just to flex on people who can't #but i'm allergic to good lineart and coloring inside the lines and also rendering #i think they should hang this one in the louvre btw #if tumblr hasn’t compressed this png to h e double hockeysticks and back you should zoom in and appreciate the brushwork #just take your time with it and really look at it. i would appreciate it i think it’s not the cleanest piece but it looks so good up close #this one's for you fran thanks for making me insane again #by the time this posts maybe you will have made it to perfect game or midnight sun in your rewatch

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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hmmmm having angsty Lights Out thoughts

#i know when i post about it i usually make it Lighthearted if not outright Memey #but oh boy. this au is dark. like - like beyond the literal meaning #imagine being abandoned by your creators without so much as a warning #one day the lights go out and thats it. no answers. no comfort. no friendly faces or explanation #show's over. curtains closed. doors locked. they're all gone #it's just waiting in a pitch black room because surely the lights will turn back on. the next day will come #but it Won't. the next day won't come. it will never come. your friends won't open their eyes again. it's just you now.#you've always had company - friends and the comfort of feeling Watched Over by something beyond your understanding #but you blinked and its gone now. it's just you. no matter what you try or what you do - its. just. you.#days and weeks and moths and years of silence and a complete lack of color #burning matches down to your fingertips just to remember what shade of yellow your fleece is #its still wrong. firelight stains the color.#slowly forgetting the sound of your friends voices and what their smiles looked like and what the memories you made with them were #what was your best friends favorite joke? what was his hotdog order? how did he laugh? he used to pose for your paintings didnt he?#you can't be sure anymore. maybe the neighborhood was always dead. maybe You're dead. how can you tell?#you don't breathe. they don't either. they used to didn't they? you never did but they used to. ...right? you hope their dreams are sweet #one of your friends starts sleepwalking. you're so happy. she hurts you. you know she didnt mean it. you're scared anyway.#you can only see with one eye now. it feels... Wrong. all of your chalk drawings start coming out wrong too.#you keep missing when you reach for things. just one more thing to adjust to #were the lights ever on? or was that your own dream? you thought that was something you couldnt do.#you also thought the lights always come back. you were wrong about that. what else are you wrong about?#wh lights out au #wailing sobbing screaming etc over lights out wally... this poor little 12 apples dude...#aimlessly wandering through the town... walking through the buildings....#eventually getting so fucking lonely and desperate that you keep your best friend's severed arm for comfort #all you can do is protect your eternally sleeping friends from the Things crawling out of the shadows #mark another tally on the ground for each full circle the town clock's short hand completes #and wait for the day you fall asleep and join your friends dreams. it will happen someday.#you can feel it in the pitch seeping from your eyes and mouth. more with each decade that passes #just a little while longer. some more waiting. just you. in the dark.

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uldahstreetrat · 4 months

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going over some older art stuff with one of my old republic characters and I just wanna know,,,, when did I figure out how to do this??

#my art i guess #I'm literally just painting over an old sketch but I have no idea where I got this skill #can't draw for shit right now but I can sure paint #the sketch isn't even that old it's from like last june maybe

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thekendallkathryn · 4 months

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I'm not sure what to say except that my 11-year-old self would FLIP OUT if she saw all these not-stick-figures with her name on it, so now that I know what just a few years can do, I can't wait to see what happens next 💜

#my art #year in review #kpop fanart #seventeen fanart #bts fanart #looking at this I actually can't believe I didn't draw yoongi all year #I was so overwhelmed when dday came out but I had SO MANY IDEAS #so that needs to happen asap #also on the svt to-do list:#more jeonghan please 😊#and I need a new vernon bc he was my first seventeen piece and I didn't really know what he looked like except that one ref #lets see who haven't I gotten yet #can't wait for dk #ooo wonwoo yes that will be good #and gorgeous seungkwan!! I'll have to plan a stunning concept for that one #maybe a painting #WOOZI OFC #OH MY GOD #that will be wild I can already tell #also......#there is just one more thing before you go......#*cough* just that massive painting I've been working on since actual JUNE #(true but also wink wink that's a hint carats!)#seriously though this thing is a monstrosity haunting me from my wall forever #my new year's resolution is to eventually share it with you all this year!

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natsuneages · 1 year

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I was bored so I rebooted my old Danny Phantom OC, Gie. I'm not a great artist, but I miss Danny Phantom and her story. I wanna make her again.

In her background Gie is more phantom than human bc an accident in Fenton's house (She was soaked, her outfit is a raincoat and the electricity make her like a Cloud). Danny feels bad for not have saved her. He feels it's his faut, so he promised to help her to be 100% human again.

Gie's powers are insane to her to control and she's loosing more and more her human form every time she tries fight. But she feels pressure from Danny's friends (She wanted them approve her)

Anyway, Vlad being evil said he can help her, it's not hard to her being manipulated by him in so many despair and not being liked by anyone for her mistakes (at least Danny gives some support) She change side, now she's in Vlad's hands.

* I know her story is generic, but it's something from 2012. I was about 14.

*She loves Danny, yeah.

*I don't know how to draw or speak English, but only 2 friends care about DP and I'm struggling.

*please, be nice. You can ask something about this oc, but I can't remember anything about her.

*Maybe she can forget her love for Danny and Fall for Valerie...

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crazysodomite · 1 year

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i genuinely feel like i lost my ability to draw completely. 😀😀how come my basic composition skills are all gone and my understanding of proportions. what the fuck bro 😀don't tell me tunnel vision also affects my art now LOOOL

#i can still paint but not draw #maybe it means i will come out of this with better skill because now i notice all the mistakes! < coping #i can't draw a fullbody shot of a person but hey. i improved a lot on drawing clothing folds!#its something.#art feels like shit right now because i feel like i can't do anything. not even the basic stuff

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raveartts · 1 year

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ooougfghfghhhh oh no I have to prepare myself for my parents seeing The Dragon tomorrow

#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it could either go really well or it could end with me trying not to cry #my mom is going to bitch about the clouds though I just know it #or they're gonna be all questioning about the scales like just go stand where the light hits it right smh #... maybe it's because I've been looking at it for hours on end #but I can't even tell if it's a good painting anymore #I both love it but i am also sick to death of it and I can feel every little mistake in my bones #this is why I generally refuse to spend more than 3 hours on any drawing in general #you didn't see me using general twice in one sentence okay #anyways my mom was all 'I'm only painting your room because I want to see you make a pretty dragon'#so like. goddamn I HOPE this is pretty enough for her #or else I'll feel really bad about all that work she did painting my room #I can never tell what she'll like or what she won't #rave rambles

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cozylittleartblog · 2 years

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What were your high school electives? (Did you take art?)

i had to be in some kind of art class to keep my sanity, i took a traditional honors art for a while, and as important as learning fundamentals is, my stupid little teenage self didn't have the patience for it and switched to digital art. which is where i used a graphics tablet for the first time ✨

which lead to me taking a college program for 2 years about digital art and graphic design. had it every day, for half the school day, and the second year was all self-taught. didn't really understand what i wanted to do with my art at the time and i could have done way way way more if i knew what i was trying to accomplish and what i wanted to learn at the time but it still did me a lot of good tbh, got to learn my programs and play around.

#ask #anonymous #anon #not art #and honestly i still don't have the patience for traditional art wbhjdfjhbdf #character design and illustration is my thing sorry teach i can't draw you fruits on paper #i can draw you some great fruits in photoshop though i actually really like drawing food #charcoal suuuucks #i literally only figured out how colors work by studying how photoshop blends and uses colors #i can Theoretically mix paint now #i really am just going at my own pace here i think i learned more off online tutorials than i did in school #but maybe thats because ive been out of hs longer than i was in it at all by now #and now i have like. art inspirations and style goals and stuff #i have Direction as opposed to 'im gonna scribble and read one tutorial a week and probably improve!'#hhwbdjhf my art in high school and my attitude was all complicated and half-wrong #but i can't say it was useless. just severely underutilized from lack of direction #if i could re-take that college class Today oh lord i would be too powerful

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w0lf-is-in-your-basement · 1 month

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If I know enough about everything I won't fear anything

#knowledge isn't just power. it's power over fear and the unknown.#if i eradicate the unknown i can't fear it #or at least bring the unknown down to a manageable level #who cares if i don't know what i ate for breakfast 20 days ago? that unknown is nothing to fear.#but death? that is an unknown to fear.#and i cant make myself hide behind religion #unless i believe the stories i make so much that they consume my thoughts #sometimes its easier just to paint over the unknown with my own colors and hide it from my sight #but that isnt a long-term solution. no. pretending i know the unknown doesnt make it known. it just makes another possibility.#but if i know all the possibilities #then i can be prepared for whatever the unknown turns out to be #and then i will have a solid plan #even if that plan is to simply accept what could be as it happens #that's still a better plan than just wandering through life right next to the answers but too scared to look them in the face #i am really tired and slowly descending into madness which means i rant about shit like this #i don't need to know everything. i just need to know ENOUGH.#but what draws the line between enough and too much?#will i ever obtain the arbitrary amount of knowledge i think is enough or will i forever search for knowledge that cannot exist?#i don't know.#but i can find out.#knowing enough will take a while #maybe i don't need to know everything. i just need to be aware of all the possibilities and use that to determine what's most likely.#idk. i need sleep.#if anyone besides me happens to read this- you also need sleep go to bed

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lover-of-mine · 1 year

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#i ran out of stuff to draw on my pants #(thats a lie im just tired ill do some logos next)#and I was like huh maybe i can find someone who wants to draw on my pants #since im doing it with fabric markers not paint and brush #and i remembered i have no one to draw in them :)))))))#teenage anna had high top converse that had drawings and signatures from all her '''''''''''''friends''''''''''''''''#now I can't think of anyone who would want to help me with this #can and will lay on the floor and loop ghost of you over this #thoughts thoughts thoughts

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prosciuttulipa · 2 months

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Period Pain, Go Away

how the JJK men help you through your period

content: afab reader x jjk men, just fluff this time! brief dirty joke in Toji's one (because he's Toji), but every one of them is a good boi in their own way <33

a/n: on my period and am in much pain v_v i can't decide who i want to comfort me, so i'm writing for all of the men i want

Gojo Satoru who isn't just your boyfriend during your period, but a "girl's girl". He wants to spoil you with desserts and eat the leftovers that you can't finish, do face masks with those cute cucumber slices over the eyes. You want a bath? He's already drawing one, dunking in bath bombs till the water looks like a small galaxy, putting on your comfort show so you can watch it while you soak.

Dealing with pain through fun and smiles has always been his way of coping. So, yes—maybe he does look a bit silly, gossiping with you while you paint sparkles onto his nails, his hair tied up with a pink scrunchie. But what's a boyfriend for, if not to be your Ken doll during your time of need?

It hurts him more than he likes to admit, to see you wince at a bad cramp, or come out of the bathroom with the colour drained from your cheeks. When you can't manage anything more than lying in your bed, he'll rest his head against your stomach, peppering kisses wherever it hurts. "Be good to my girl," he'll jokingly threaten your uterus, poking your tummy gently, "she deserves the world."

Geto Suguru who knows your period is coming before you do. Your irritable mood and food cravings clue him in, and he takes action without saying a single word.

The day your period starts, you realise that the feminine products you usually use have been fully restocked without your notice. The fridge is filled with your period cravings, enough to last a week. Before you can even say anything, a large hand wraps around your waist and presses a hot water bottle against your abdomen. "Good morning, princess," he greets you like he hasn't just pulled off what can only be described as a small miracle, "is everything to your liking?"

You don't know whether to laugh or cry at how perfectly he's predicted you. He's a step ahead of you throughout your entire period, knowing which snack or act of affection you want just by your expression. Some might call his behaviour unreasonable; frankly, he thinks it's bullshit. "Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer," is what he quotes, when you ask him why he's so observant. "What makes you think I do not absolutely and utterly worship you?"

Nanami Kento who is obviously written by a woman, and so does not flinch when he sees the blood on the bedsheets when he wakes up earlier than you. Instead, he kisses you good morning till you're giggling, distracting you so you don't get a chance to see the stains. He changes the sheets while you're in the bathroom, throwing them in with the rest of the laundry. When you come back out, worrying you dirtied the bed, he merely shrugs. "I didn't see anything, darling."

He treats you like a queen on the daily, but during your period, you're his empress. Each word is law, each action his cue to immediately come to your aid. He'll cook every meal, and won't let you hold the spoon to feed yourself if he can help it. As far as he can see, your only responsibility this week is to lounge around, and let him spoil you rotten.

He thinks it's a crime that you still have to go to work, when you have to pop painkillers with your breakfast just to make it through the day. "I can take care of you, you know," he'll inevitably murmur, kissing the shell of your ear, "I make enough money to support us both. Take the day off, dearest. They don't need you more than I do."

Toji Fushiguro who manages to piss you off on the first day of your period. "What size pussy you wear?" he calls to ask, when he's picking up your feminine products at the corner store, "gotta make sure I take care of that kitty for all the squeezin' she does on me."

When he gets back home and finishes getting an earful on how you're more than just his pocket pussy, he apologises by scooping you up in his arms. "You know you're more than just a good fuck, doll," his words carry a rare sort of honesty, coming from him. "You're a good woman. My woman. Gun's in the second drawer, sweetheart—shoot me if I ever do wrong by you."

His touches turn softer, the smack to your ass replaced with a squeeze on the hip, kisses on your shoulders. He's got a hand on you at all times, just rubbing idle circles against your stomach or lower back to soothe your cramps. When bedtime comes, he makes you lay on your tummy, massaging away the tension in your muscles until you're all nice and pliant. He may not always know what to say, but he'll be damned if his actions make you feel like he doesn't love you.

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netherworldpost · 3 months

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@kernyen-xo /

Cheaply.

Watercolor sets made by Crayola. Acrylics made by Crayola. The brushes these kits come with are frustrating, cheap brushes are typically $3-5 each. You can spend as much as you want on a brush, the cheap ones are surprisingly good. This is extremely common advice, this isn't just from me.

When you find "ah I like this" go with a student grade of whichever you prefer. Or both! I find watercolor frustrating. I find acrylic doesn't look graphic as much as I want. I fell in love with a paint called gouache because it is very flat, layers nicely.

I would not start with oil paint. It is expensive, requires a lot of special care to keep you safe. Fumes, cleaning agents, etc. Fall in love with painting, then if you want, give oil a try. Be prepared for days (weeks, months, literally) for paint to dry. This isn't to scare you off it -- it's great -- but I wouldn't start here.

Oil has tremendous variety of things you can do with it.

Watercolor is ethereal.

Acrylic has great graphic qualities, lots of range.

I like gouache because it looks almost animated (there is a reason for that, it was/is used in animation background sometimes). It's tricky and tempermental.

Paint by numbers kits if you don't draw. Maybe even if you do and just want to dive into painting.

Mixed media sketchbooks. Lets you experiment a lot, cheaply. The big thing about sketchbook paper is it comes in a few forms -- very cheap (newsprint) and takes dry media (pencils, etc.) well, cheap (mixed media, lets you experiment quickly and a lot), and expensive (hot press has no texture, cold press has a texture).

Painting needs something that can get wet and not fall apart.

Start with a cheap mixed media sketchbook and see how you like it. Move on from there.

Ton of videos across lots of social media and much content. Has the advantage of multiple perspectives, you don't get trapped in "I think this is crap" or "This is the best" versus your thoughts.

Start cheaply.

Art stores and product manufacturers exist to make money. This is a neutral statement. The point is they are a store, they will sell you whatever you think you need, whether you need it or not.

Conversely!

Some things that are not universally useful but sold in art stores are great labor savers. Some people look down at disposable palette paper, others need the flexibility because they have a hard time washing palettes... etc.

Start cheaply. Look at hardware stores, lots of duplicate functions in items.

I come from a background of digital art and a lifetime of business where "ah where the BONES ARE WE GOING TO FIND MONEY FOR--"

Have fun.

Get in deep and frustrated and then drink the frustration (but not the paint water) because you realize you're frustrated because you can FEEL how it should look but you can't get there yet.

The journey is amazing.

I've started looking at the mountain of business problems I have been sorting through for the last few years.

"Okay. How is this supply chain issue with stationery compared to a painting I want to do of the piranha plants of Super Mario Brothers?"

This is literally something I asked myself.

It took me out of the problem (supply chain issue, boxes, our office size, the number of stationery items I want to design) and forced me to look at it as a painting (structure, where does it stay simple, where does it get complex -- what makes sense -- ah, PDF downloads).

Paint.

Learn by doing.

Start cheaply.

Keep going. Build up.

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itsmevickyb · 2 years

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the almost unbearable frustration of not having the artistic ability to bring your vision to life

#painting #sculpting #writing #drawing #literally anything #i have no artistic ability #whatsoever #all i want to do #is explain to my husband the vision i have for our bedroom walls #and i just can't make him understand it #its so frustrating #because I can see the entire room in my head #and i just can't figure out how to make him see it #if I could draw #even crudely #maybe I could draw what I'm talking about #why can't my brain make my hands do the thing??#where can you buy talent?#does anyone have some to spare for me??

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daughter-of-sapph0 · 1 year

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"I hate when I say I could have made that and stupid art nerds say 'but you didn't'. it's so cringe"

but that's literally true. you didn't make that art.

take Barnett Newman's art for example. you didn't make it because you literally couldn't make it. you were not a Jew who lived during the holocaust. you did not experience two world wars before you turned fifty. you did not experience all this suffering and death all around you. you did not witness your people face genocide at the hands of fascism. you did not read about two atomic bombs dropping in the newspaper the week it happened while it was celebrated like a victory. you didn't become so jaded and disillusioned by the immense hatred of modern and surrealist art that you decided to make art that is so intrinsically tied to the Jewish experience with a modern twist, such as what he calls his "zips" being both the pillar of fire from the Tanakh and the flash of an atom bomb. you couldn't have made art that invoked such a negative reaction that to make an entire series of paintings as a response to specifically call out the people who are afraid of modern minimalist art.

sure, you could draw a blue line on a red canvas. but it won't have the same meaning behind it that Newman's art does.

don't let that discourage you, though. if you think "I could have done that" maybe you couldn't have specifically done THAT, but you can make something similar. you can put your thoughts and emotions into your art. you can make your art say something. you can't make Newman's art. but he couldn't make your art. because your art is yours, and Newman's art is Newman's. no one can make art the exact same way as someone else. every single brush stroke, every single line, every single thought put into planning is always different. there are never any two pieces of art that are exactly the same. it's always unique. just like you.

don't say "I could have made that". say "I could make something like that". let art be an inspiration, not a challenge to copy. you are a unique individual. your experiences and life and emotions are different from everyone else. so every single work of art you make is 100% yours and 100% unique.

#dostxt #long post #art rant #barnett newman

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bandgie · 19 days

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question, what would skz do to make you squeal? what where when how, go all out~

chan!

likes hearing how happy he makes you! doesn't always have to be sexual. maybe he buys you something you've always wanted and you do a little happy squeak omfg makes his heart explode! but sexually? he likes hearing it when he drives his cock real deep in you. feeling your walls twitch and squeeze onto him when his tip is pushing past your cervix. you have to push on his tummy because he's just sooooo deeeepp but he likes hearing you squeak! he can see your swollen lips trying to form words but ugh! all you can do is mewl and squeal :(

minho!

grabs your butt outta no where to hear you chirp. sometimes it's in the comfort of your own home but most of the time it's in public. all you do is give him the 'did u just really do that here?' look and he's just smirking at back you like 'fuck yeah I did' in the bedroom I think it's pretty similar! but he's a lot more rough. his soft hand feels not-so-soft on your ass when he smacks it from behind. the force makes you lurch forward, gripping the pillow under you to muffle your squeals. and sometimes!! if he's eating you out from behind, he'll spread your cheeks to lick up your ass and watch your feet kick all cute

changbin!

anything! bin would do anything to hear you make little happy sounds. like chan, it just makes his heart melt and he's got that cute little smile when you're just so happy that you squeal but by far, eating you out while you make those cute noises are the best. there's just something about being buried between your legs with your fingers in his curls while you mewl and squeal that's just beautiful. honestly, changbin would be the one squealing the most (in and out of the bedroom) so he makes those sounds with you in your cunt tbh

hyunjin!

my lover boy! his fav is when he makes something for you or maybe he's just showing you his latest work in progress and you clap your hands and squeal cuz he's just so talented. really gives him motivation. not only are you his motivation but his muse. he loves painting your body in different ways: clothed, nude, standing, sitting, with your legs open. I've written before how hyunjin loves painting your pussy and I stand by that!! it's only natural that you squeal from embarrassment from the poses he puts you in, but he has a vision! he likes to paint the flush on your cheeks and the pinkness of your pussy, ugh defo fucks it when he's done BUT the whole process of drawing you while you whine about how shy you are is the best

han!

him making you squeal? it should be the other way around but I do think he likes hearing you make those cute little noises when he makes them too! it happens when you're both super desperate to fuck, like maybe you've been teasing each other all day or he's been on tour for a while and when you two get together it's just bunnies fucking BUTBUTBUTBUT let me say just say...sex pills. no idea the actual word for it but it's those pills/foods that get you super horny and makes you all sensitive. those are hannie's fav when ya'll are fucking. everything is wetter, hotter, softer, just so much more. han always fucks you good but with those pills? it's like you're constantly creaming on his cock with every thrust of his hips. at some point, neither of you can form proper words and you just end up whining and squealing into each other's mouths.

felix!

there's just something about fingering you while being able to watch your face contort into pleasure that does it for felix. his fingers aren't super long, but it's all about the motion of the ocean. he's really good at getting you to cum on his digits really fast and keep going. his wrist is drenched with your cum and your pussy keeps leaking that white cream, but he shows no signs of stopping. steady pumping into you in a way that makes you raise your heels off the floor and bury yourself deeper into the couch. he's kissing you, obvi. lixie can't let just his fingers get all the attention, but it is difficult to properly suck on your tongue since you keep moaning and squealing.

seungmin!

I am on my dom!seungmin agenda because I just know he likes hearing you squeak and squeal when he's fucking you real hard. kinnddd of like chan in that he buries himself in you, but unlike chan in that seungmin will keep thrusting into you. it feels like you can hardly catch your breath with how hard and deep he's pounding into you, but you like how dizzy it makes you feel. flat on your stomach while he drives his cock in and out of your swollen pussy to a point that you can't moan and you just squeal like you're out of breath. mhm, he likes that. esp when he flips you around and surprises you with cleaning his cock from your cum.... yeah

jeongin!

give this man some head! throat fucking you is the absolute best (and his favorite) way to get you to squeal! on your back with your head hanging off the bed, on your knees, 69ing, he doesn't care! innie can't really hear you squealing when you're too busy choking on his dick, but he can hear you gag, the wet noises your mouth makes, the sound of your throat when his tip touches the back. those are all good yes but it's when you pull away from his cock to catch your breath that makes him groan. hearing you pant, whimper, and moan from his cock like he's fucking your pussy instead is heaven to this man. will guide your pretty mouth back to his cock by grabbing the back of your head. tapping his tip on your red lips to watch you loll your tongue out and lick it. and when he pushes past your mouth? hearing that squeal from him burying his cock as deep as your throat will let him makes your teary eyes worth it

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ode2rin · 9 months

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if his tendency to spend all of his money on you (not that any purchase could make a dent in his massive empire) wasn't annoying enough, reo had developed another endearing yet infuriating habit—one that left you torn between feeling adored and wanting to throw the nearest pillow at his face.

said man is currently in the kitchen with you, attempting (albeit with some struggle) to be useful by following your every move. tired of his constant hovering, you assigned him a simple task to keep him busy: taking out the groceries from the paper bags.

here came his habit again. the first time he did it, you brushed it off, assuming he hadn't heard you well due to the distance. the second time, you noticed his subtle perks and pouts. now, for the third time, you were determined to catch him.

“reo…” from where you’re standing, you could see how he perks up at your call, “can you pass me the apple?”

silence.

you’re right. you tried again, just to be sure.

“reo.”

another beat of silence. this one followed by an affectionate sigh and a wry smile on your face.

“love, can you pass me the —”

“here.”

almost instantly, reo materialized beside you, a beaming smile adorning his face, looking at you like his gaze meant to say, ‘yes. i am love, that’s me.’ he extended the requested fruit with a graceful motion, his fingers gentle as he offered it to you.

this man, really. “so, you can hear me properly after all, huh?”

“yeah? my hearing is fine.”

“oh, is it? i couldn’t tell because i called you twice, and you weren’t responding. why is that?” you teased, a fond smile gracing your lips as you start slicing the apple you washed.

he pouts, his go-to theatrical gesture that's hard to ignore. “you know why,” he mumbles.

of course, you do. you had used that endearment once, and now, suddenly he insists on being called by nothing else. it had been a slip of your tongue, a phrase that felt like it was custom-made for him and him alone. looking at how his smile nearly outshines the sun when you address him as such, you can't help but consider that maybe love—both the word and the emotion it embodies—is all about him, for you.

you love that smile more than anything, so if it means a simple endearment could paint it on his face, you're happy to oblige. well, not without a few playful teases first.

“what if i’m on the brink of danger — like a crocodile is chasing me, and i’m about to die, and i call out your name like ‘reo!’ are you still going to ignore me? because i didn't call you love?” you turn to face reo briefly, then return to your task of slicing apples, the motion fluid and familiar.

it's always been the scene – you doing kitchen work and him watching you, because your boyfriend is a little helpless when it comes to knives, pans, and a stove. or in simpler words, anything to do with what a kitchen is for.

“first of all, that's an incredible imagination and such a realistic situation, given that we live in a city far from any vicinity of swamps, marshlands, brackish waters, and wherever the hell crocodiles live,” reo counters, his voice amused and suddenly defensive.

as he was about to start explaining his second point, you interrupt by placing a sliced apple into his mouth, a light-hearted gesture of “shush” as you hear him out.

but reo is not reo if not stubborn, so even with a muffled voice, he continues. “second, is that what you think of me? you know i will come flying to you!” now, that’s an honest and valid point.

“and lastly, you call everyone a cute pet name. last week, you called a kid sweetie. yesterday, you called a stray cat darling and lovely. then you’re here calling me reo? just reo?” his tone is laced with disbelief, his volume slightly lowered, revealing a hint of embarrassment at his little rant.

a chuckle escapes you as he concludes his argument, prompting you to turn around and draw closer, your arms finding their place around his neck, while his arms encircle you instinctively, holding you close against him.

“reo is my favorite word, though. it’s too bad that you don’t like it.” you murmured.

reo knows what you’re doing. “you’re distracting me.”

“is it working?”

of course, it does. reo isn’t just helpless in the kitchen, but he is a much worse case of helplessness when faced with your warm gaze and soft charms.

he nodded in affirmation, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back, “have i told you i love you?” he asks, swiftly changing the matter.

“only everyday, love.”

reo began again, ever stubborn and persistent, always eager to prove his point. “that’s not enough. i think i should do it every hour—”

“i love you.”

another beat of silence, again, for the third time.

if it wasn't evident before, it's undeniable now – reo is really helplessly in love with you. such testament to that is him now gaping and at a loss of words for your sudden declaration.

reo needs you to go back to your usual teasing self; your affectionate version might just give him a heart attack.

smiling to yourself because you caught him off guard, you took your chance. “now, go there and sit. as much as i love having you around, you are an awful cook, let alone an assistant.” you gently pushed his chest, guiding him toward the couch.

“that's not how you speak to your loved one, though.” he mumbled in response, seemingly recovered from your sudden i love you that almost knocked the air out of him.

“are you saying something?”

“i said, off the couch i go.”

you shook your head, a fond smile gracing your lips as you watched him, before heading back to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

your loved one, huh? that’s him, definitely.

reo and love, to you, it’s the same thing.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVER (i swear i planned something better pls forgive me) i'm late i know but it's still august 12 here :P i don't know what this is but pls take it away from me. reo i love you i love you i love—

#☁️ my ode to you #mikage reo #reo mikage #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo fluff #mikage reo x y/n #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff

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