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anisespice · 1 month

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It’s always been known as the Dragon’s Keep.

A stone-walled prison guarded by a ferocious, fire-breathing monster with an insatiable appetite for death and destruction, a keeper of all things valuable. Stories were spread far and wide about the greedy creatures, terrorizing lands and snatching princesses right from their homes. In the keep, she will remain trapped in the highest room of its tallest tower, no means of escape for she was now a part of the never-ending collection.

That is until the arrival of her prince, her knight in shining armor, who’d slay the beast with a courageous thrust of his mighty sword, piercing through its heart in exchange for another. She’d be rescued from an eternity of loneliness, riding off into the sunset with her true love—A happily ever after. The End.

Fairytales. Propaganda, more like.

Even when he was just a wee hatchling, IWAIZUMI knew better than to believe the falsities spread by ignorant non-magicals. No matter if they raised their pitch forks and torches till their arms grew numb, he was taught to wear his scales with pride. Dragons weren’t ferocious or greedy, they never stole nor snatched neither gem or damsel.

They were protectors.

Gentle beasts who roamed Mother Earth to bask in her warmth and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Villagers would sought out their caves for refuge against harsh winters as guests, not as hostages. Princess’s fled unwanted betrothals to hide in their tallest tower by their own free will, not stripped from their beds in the dead of night to be doomed to eternal loneliness.

Iwa wasn’t certain how the rumors began, or why. He didn’t care—Their opinions meant little to nothing to the dragon shifter. One thing was for certain, “They’re a sickness. Nothing short of a plague on our kind, and by allowing them to live it would only mean our demise.”

But, his sentiment fell upon deaf ears. Oikawa hummed absentmindedly, too busy messing with his hair using a gold-encrusted spoon as a mirror. No matter if the reptile preached until he was blue in the face, his commander wouldn’t yield even if he were paying attention. The brunette’s tail flicked in annoyance, the strong appendage whipped around to whack the fellow shifter in the back of his head.

“Oucha!” Oikawa cried out, spoon dropping on the table with a loud clatter as he used both hands to rub away the pain in his now throbbing skull. “What was that for?!”

“Have you not heard a single goddamn word I’ve said?!” Iwa bellowed, making the other wince at the volume with his developing headache.

“Can’t really hear much of anything with a concussion, y’know…”

“The younglings returned from scouting, they’ve reported human activity near one of our northern territories. We’re not certain what they’re up to, but it can’t be anything good.”

He practically shoved the scroll into Oikawa’s chest. He grunts at the force, shoots his second-in-command a half-hearted glare before taking a glance at the report. Skimming through it he pursed his lips before looking back at Iwa, wearing an expression that didn’t take long to piss the other shifter off.

Iwa glared. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What?”

“Just this...this teenie, tiny little thing, no big deal, just couldn’t help but notice-”

“Spit it out, Shitty-kawa.”

Oikawa flipped the scroll around, pointing at a particular section of the report. “[_____]’s been crossed out. Pretty sure she’s a human. Which, according to your logic, would make her dangerous. Right?”

Iwa attempted to remain neutral, but the slight flick in his tail was enough answer for the commander’s suspicions. Not to mention, the pink hue now dusting across his cheeks. “She is the only exception.”

“Uh huh. Seriously, dude, you gotta drop this radical agenda of yours because I’m certain trying to wipe out her whole species would be considered a huge turn off.”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about. She understands my goal, we even share the same opinions.”

“Really? Such as?”

“We both agree that humans are selfish creatures fueled by fear and greed. They despise anything they don’t understand, and destroy what they can’t control. That is why they’ve painted us to be the monsters in their stories—Makes their evil deeds feel justified.”

Oikawa nodded, unconvinced. “Fascinating. What else?”

Iwa huffed, arms crossed. “We also agree that without human interference, we’d be able to restore balance in nature. Migrations would go undisturbed, vegetation would thrive due to the forests no longer being stripped of its resources—We would have a fresh start.”

“Mhm. And, does she also share your sentiments on genocide, or were you planning on shoehorning in that part of your goal to her?”

There’s a brief silence. Both dragons merely stared at one another.

“Tsk.” Was Iwa’s only response.

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#🍁vanilla #dragon iwa dragon iwa dra-#jus a little something quick i’ve been thinking of #may take this somewhere???#idk but it’s been in my drafts FORVER lol #hq #hq iwaizumi #hq fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #hq scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #someBODY ONCE TOLD ME

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sunriseindigo · 1 year

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#dra #danganronpa another #fanganronpa #kizuna tomori #danganronpa another despair academy #y2k aesthetic #mcbling #i’ve been having so much fun looking at bratz art and trying to replicate it!! it’s so fun #i did use an actual bratz outfit for this one but i can’t remember who’s it is :(

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rachelcommitscrimes · 3 months

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freaky mode: ON

#i’ve been laughing at this sprite for the past ten minutes #danganronpa #dra #danganronpa another #mitsuhiro higa #i’m trying to be serious

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tomuras · 1 month

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gonna be real for a minute and say that i miss when i could run for miles and dance for hours. sometimes when i struggle to get dressed or bathe myself i can’t help but be sad for the life i could’ve had.

#z.vents #not to mention all the abuse i’ve dealt with from dra #to the point i dont even seek medical help #because they sure the fuck wont help me #so im just suffering alone in this feeling #while my body slowly dies #idk im feeling emotional about how i havent been the same since i was like 19 years old #i cant do half the shit people my age can #i cant run. can barely walk. i can slow dance only for like five ten minutes before #my back starts locking up and cramping #i want to live a normal life but i CANT and im angry and sad

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zuble · 6 months

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i miss you haru kobazing!!!!!!!!!!!’b :( :( :( :(!!!!

#dra liveblog #i’ve been struggling to get through chapter 4 for two weeks #i’m right before the execution rn and i’m sad

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danikamariewrites · 21 days

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Okay but being mated to Az, Cass, and Nesta but you don’t know and a foreign dignitary comes to stay at the House of Wind with the four of you and Rhys asks you to seduce/be flirty with them and the three of them are absolutely feral trying to keep their jealousy down

Just One Night

Nessian x Azriel x reader

A/n: I’ve been dying to write another fic with these four! They would absolutely want to kill Rhys for this especially Nesta.

Warnings: possessive Nessian & Azriel

Today is the day. Nesta had decided for the group that today they would tell you about the bond. She was just waiting for you all to get out of a meeting with Rhys and her sister. The last thing Nesta wanted was to confess the bond - and her love for you - in front of Rhys.

Nesta heard the angry footsteps echoing off the marble floor of her mates before she saw them. Setting her book down she tilted her head curiously at their disgruntled looks. The males dropped into their respective arms chairs letting out dejected sighs. Nesta stood with her arms crossed and a raised brow as she looked between the two.

“Well.” She said sharply. Azriel let out a low growl from the back of his throat. She felt his annoyance down the bond and looked to Cassian for an answer. Sighing through his mouth and rubbing the bridge of his nose Cassian bites out, “Rhys is having her seduce the emissary from Montesere. Cyrus Yarrow.”

When they looked up at Nesta those silver flames were dancing with anger in her eyes. Her left one practically twitching. “He’s having her do what?” She growled. Nesta turned on her heel, black dress flaring dramatically. Cassian grabbed her wrist before she could go give Rhys a piece of her mind.

Her fist balled. The first and only warning Cassian would get to release her. Letting go his open hand hovered cautiously. “Wait. She, just…she took the job. She knows what to get from the guy and we won’t let it get farther than that, yeah?” Nesta cracked her neck, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Fine.”

“You don’t want to be overbearing, Nes.” Azriel said. That deep, even voice relaxing her. “You’re right.” She looked back at her mates as Azriel waved her over. His arms open for her. Without hesitating Nesta sat on Azriel’s thigh, resting her head against his chest. “I know you’re impatient,” he says against her hair, “the Mother knows we are too, but we want to make it special for her.”

———

Pulling out the garment bag from your closet a knock sounded at your bedroom door. “Come in!” You hear whom ever enter, shuffling around the room. Nesta poked her head in your closet. You smile at her, “Hey you.” She gives you an equally dazzling smile. For a moment you swear something like love sparkles in her eyes.

Your heart leaped at the thought then quickly sunk. Remembering how in love she is with Cass. Blinking rapidly you plaster that smile back on your face. “What’s up?” You ask lightly. “I thought we could get ready for the ball together.”

You nod vigorously. “I would love that.” You and Mor used to get ready together - Feyre too - until she found Emerie. Usually when Rhys gave you a job for the evening you liked to get ready alone. Being alone lets you think through your plan for the night. Being with Nesta will be a nice change though. She was able to distract you from the awaiting nightmare of Cyrus.

Cyrus Yarrow was renowned for the females he chose to surround himself with. Always beautiful and charming. He was also quite demanding and handsy when he found something he liked. A shiver runs down your spine causing you to shake, your chin dropping to your chest.

Looking back up you saw Nesta had moved closer to your face. Her hand poised to draw with the kohl on your lid. “Are you ok?” You give her a small nod. “Stay still,” she giggled. A warmth bloomed in your chest at the sound.

———

The ball was in full swing. Nesta had stolen you for the first dance before you were swept away by Cyrus. Azriel had grabbed her waist before she could kill the male, dragging her into a waltz she could do in her sleep. Cassian was sending waves of calm to her down the bond. He stepped in for Az once the song was over. Also so Azriel could keep an eye on you for the night.

“Remember what Azriel said, Nes.” She gave him a curt nod, looking over her shoulder for you as they spin around the floor. “Hey,” Cass demanded, taking his hand from her waist to grip her chin. “She is fine. She is capable. I know the instinct to protect her and be by her is intense, we’re feeling it too. But tomorrow, he will be gone.” “Yeah.” She mumbled. Cassian pressed a quick kiss to Nesta’s lips before dipping her dramatically.

Azriel watched from the shadows as you entertained Cyrus. His party from Montesere was nothing like him. Kind and proper as they chatted with Mor and Feyre. His eyes bounced between the groups wanting to make sure that his court was safe. Feyre stood up straighter. A shocked and confused look pulling at her features.

He met his High Lady’s gaze and she tapped on his mental shield wasting no time in updating her spymaster. Cyrus no longer held the power they were told about. His Lord had stripped his title a week ago. This relieved Azriel. It meant he wouldn’t feel guilty about pulling you away from work and that Rhys wouldn’t give him a tongue lashing.

The Shadowsinger was about to step in and save you from Cyrus’s awfulness when a panicked feeling froze him in place. His shadows had reported Nesta and Cassian were safe. He even spotted them smiling and laughing as they danced.

When the realization hit Azriel that it was you projecting your feelings down the bond ran to you, sending his shadows ahead to pull Cyrus off of you. The look of disgust on your face had his instincts to protect you screaming at him to go.

Azriel drew Truth Teller, holding it to Cyrus’s neck. “Back away from my mate.” Azriel said practically roared. The fae around them stopped, gasps sounded through the crowd as they stared. You clung to Azriel’s arm through the whole ordeal. As the word mate left his mouth you stared up at Az, your eyes twinkling with love.

You had always had a crush on Azriel. But Nesta, you thought to yourself. No, you’d let her go. You have Az now. “Mate,” you repeat. Azriel stilled as the realization of the word he just spoke dawned on him. He slowly turned to look at you. The corners of your lip turning up at the his shock.

“Yeah, umm…” His gaze drifted behind you. You followed his gaze to find a stunned Cassian and a fuming Nesta. “Az?” You ask softly. The party had resumed around you as the couple stepped closer. Cassian placed his hands on Nesta’s shoulders in a calming manner. “Why don’t we all go talk somewhere else.” Cass suggested. “Why do we all,” you trail off as Nesta grabs your hand to drag you out of the ball room.

You kept looking between Nesta, Azriel, and Cassian as she leads you to the living quarters of the House of Wind. Her iron grip never leaving you. Entering the main living room Nesta drops your hand making a beeline for the bar cart housing one of Rhys’s expensive bottles of whiskey. Pouring herself a finger she downs the amber liquid in one go.

“I thought,” she started, her tone dangerously calm, “we wanted to make it special. To do something sweet for our mate.” Nesta flashed her perfect canines in a saccharine smile at the males. Azriel’s jaw tightened. His head dropped, clearly frustrated with himself.

You hold his hand with both of yours. Running your thumb across the back of his hand in calming circles. Nesta’s words caught up with your brain. Our, she had said.

You looked at her with wide eyes. “Our? As in all three of you are my mates.” Cassian couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah sweetheart. You have all three of us. We’ve been waiting to tell you and we wanted to make it special. Cyrus just got in the way.” You covered your mouth as happy tears lined your eyes. That warm feeling in your chest that appeared with Nesta earlier returning. The bond glowing fiercely as it branched out to all three of them.

You sink on to the plush couch taking in the information. You have been blessed with three mates. Each one you were madly in love with. And you get to love them all for the rest of your life!

Cassian came to sit beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side. You could sense the apology on his lips before he could even say it. Cassian has always been too apologetic for his own good. You grabbed his hand resting on his thigh. “I’m not mad. I am incredibly happy to hear this.” Cassian’s head dropped to rest on yours. Azriel takes the spot next to you wrapping his arms around your waist pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You stare at Nesta who hadn’t moved an inch since you entered the room. You wave her over to join couch snuggles, tugging on the bond to entice her. Nesta ran at you. Jumping to straddle your lap and pushing Cass and Az off you. You hugged her tightly inhaling her scent of fire and steel masked by the vanilla and almond perfume she wears.

“I love you so much, y/n.” She whispered just for you to hear. “I love you, Nes. With all my heart.” You whispered back, just for her to hear.

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thatsokayy · 1 year

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tighnari x afab reader (nsfw) | you did say that you would help me

Summary: Tighnari's in his rut and you decide to come help him this time.

Tags: Rutting, Creampie, consensual somnophilia, established relationship

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29984235/chapters/108752505

full fic under cut

Tighnari leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin.

“Are you sure?” He said, his tone hesitant. “You can back out now if you want. I won’t be hurt.”

“It’s okay, really.” You snaked your arm around his as you walked, holding him close. “I’d feel worse staying home and knowing what you’re going through.”

While in the past Tighnari always declined your company, for reasons he never shared, he finally let you join him this time. You knew why he left for a couple of weeks at a time, but he avoided talking about the specifics of it even after being together for so long.

The only thing he told you about it was “I’d keep on working to distract myself if I could,” but it seemed it was too extreme for the hard-headed Tighnari to ignore. You didn’t know how bad it could get, but the few times Tighnari detailed it he seemed to be disturbed by how much it affected him. So much so that when he did take his trip away from the Forest Watcher’s camp, he made sure nobody came with him.

It would also be nice to take a break away from your occupation on a short private trip with your partner. And, as the predicament implied, Tighnari would have his way with you for a while. It was a dream come true.

You soon arrived at a quaint house, deep in the woods. You’d patrolled the area several times but had never encountered the house. It seemed only Tighnari knew of its whereabouts. The interior was nicely decorated and you could see Tighnari’s influence on how it was decorated.

In the back room, there was a decently large bed, the curtains shut to hide any sunlight.

“Do you stay in the house the entire time?” You asked.

Tighnari rubbed the back of his neck, his ears slightly lowering due to his bashfulness. He did want to open up to you, but he was worried that with you added to the picture he’d find it very hard to control himself.

“No, I go outside for walks when I can. But there’s not much I can do when it starts,” he replied.

“Don’t you get lonely? Wouldn’t your rut be over sooner if you had help?” You questioned him.

Tighnari set his backpack down, beginning to make himself at home. “Admittedly, you’re the first person I’ve ever been with during it. I’m not sure if it’d help or make it worse…” He turned to you, cupping your cheek. “But it’d be interesting to find out, don’t you think?”

A slight twinge made your stomach clench with excitement, and you followed his lead as you got your own belongings out of your bag.

Limits and boundaries between the two of you had been discussed in the past, but Tighnari still hesitated as his hand hovered over your sleeping figure, your back facing toward him. You had told him that if his urges started while you were asleep then he should wake you up, but he’d dismissed you by telling you it wasn’t that bad during the first day or so. The scenario of you sleeping and him having his way with you was discussed as well, and you were all ears, but Tighnari was nervous about it nonetheless.

What he didn’t expect is how having company would affect him. He felt hot all over, his other hand palming his erection gently through his pajama pants. Your chest rose and fell as you took in deep breaths, unaware of the struggle your partner was having beside you. Maybe had he been alone then the first day would have gone on as usual, but being in the presence of his partner only made it much stronger.

They did say it was okay, Tighnari rationalized. Swallowing heavily, his hand moved to your waistband, slowly working it down to your thighs.

You hadn’t worn underwear tonight, presumably due to the heat. Tighnari didn’t care for the reason, and his hand moved to push between the meat of your thighs and drag his finger along your pussy.

Every passing second got harder for him to bear. He rutted slowly against his palm as he worked a finger into you, nose pressed against the back of your neck to take in your scent. You hadn’t roused much, except for the occasional murmur in your sleep. It became unbearable to only just feel you up and imagine what he’d do to you, and soon he reached for the lube he had left next to the bed, taking a moment to shift his pants down. His cock sprung up after the waistband slid over it, the tip glistening with precum.

Squeezing a dollop onto his hand, he was careful to not go too fast when he applied the jelly down his shaft. Anything could set him off, but he wanted to take it slow while you were asleep.

He dragged his slick shaft against your folds, but he soon found himself unable to keep up the motion.

He desperately wanted to be inside of you, fuck you to ease the evergrowing tension between his thighs. He knew it was a bad idea to let you come along, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back once his rut started… But hearing your enthusiasm to help him earlier eased his worries, and he wouldn’t rather have it any other way.

The head of Tighnari’s cock pressed into you and he immediately let out a harsh sigh. He hadn’t prepped you enough and you were oh, so tight, but he couldn’t back out now even if he wanted to. Couldn’t stop until he had pumped you to the brim with his seed. His hand moved under your thigh to raise it slightly. With his lip bitten to the point of bleeding in an effort to silence himself, he pushed in until he bottomed out in you.

While he was naturally keen on various sensations, his rut seemed to emphasize them drastically. He could feel your gentle, feathering squeezes around his cock and hear how your heartbeat quickened even in your sleep. The compounding factors were too overwhelming. He thought he could handle it, it was just the first night, and he was sure he would have some self-control. He told himself all of this, but none of that mattered at that point.

His sharp nails dug into your thigh as he fucked into you, barely giving any build-up to his increased pace. You awakened from the motion, but you couldn’t tell what was going on at first.

“Tighna—” You tried to call out, but your mouth was quickly covered by his free hand.

“Sorry,” he muttered into the back of your neck, not faltering his pace for even a moment. “I know you told me to wake you but it got to be too much, too much,” he replied, his voice faltering at the end of his sentence.

His cock dragged along your walls, slipping in easily due to the excessive amount of lube. You weren’t used to such a frantic pace, however, and with the way he was angled he directly thrusted into your spongy frontal wall. Heated gasps escaped through your nose, quiet whines being forced out by the intensity of his pace. His balls slapped against your outer lips as he rutted in, only making it easier for himself by positioning your leg higher. His tail could be heard thumping lightly against the bed, barely audible had you not been listening for it.

You had no idea why he was saying sorry. It felt so incredibly good to be fucked with no remorse, and the idea that he was using you to help himself through his arousal turned you on more than you’d ever admit. Soon he began to lay bite marks and hickeys on the back of your neck and shoulders, his canines digging into your flesh and breaking the skin. The painful sting of his teeth made your cunt throb, and while it wasn’t unusual for him to bite you during sex, he always made sure he was gentle, constantly leaning back to check if he had seriously hurt you. He didn’t seem to care, or he was too caught up in what he was doing, and each hickey and bite aroused you more than you anticipated, although it hurt like hell. You tried your best to keep from crying out. You were afraid that if you did, he'd ease up on you... and that was the last thing you wanted in that moment.

You hadn’t been awake long before an orgasm threatened to spill over as Tighnari’s cock nudged and dragged against your slick, squeezing walls. No matter how loudly you whined and cried into the palm of his hand, he continued to fuck you with reckless abandon, muttering apologies and compliments about how good you felt.

With a harsh thrust and a stinging bite on the side of your neck, you clenched around him tight. Your back arched without your control, pushing your ass back against him as you clenched your jaw with a muffled cry. His thrusts didn’t falter, but he became much noisier, your cunt throbbing around his shaft.

“I’m gonna cum… Can I… Is that okay?” Tighnari muttered, finally moving his hand away from your mouth only to hug you closer to him, your back pressed against him. “Can I finish inside you?”

You whined as his thrusts were beginning to hurt with how rough he was going, but he didn’t seem tired at all. “Please, Tighnari, please,” you sighed.

With breathy groans, Tighnari rutted into you and you could immediately feel him twitch inside you. He was hugging you close, making sure he was in as deep as he could go with the subconscious desire to breed you. He moved back and forth at a slower pace as he came, hot spurts of cum pooling inside of you.

For a moment, there were no words spoken and the two of you lay there, panting. Your pussy still achingly throbbed around him as he hugged you, a warm feeling pooling deep in your gut from his cum inside of you.

After a long yawn, you shifted to get up and wash yourself off. You were sweaty and most definitely had to check the cuts and bruises Tighnari had given you. You were unable to do so, however, with your partner holding you down beside him.

His face was flushed, a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.

“I’m not done,” he said. When he realized the sternness of his tone, he rephrased his sentence. “Please, let me keep going.”

While he was asking for permission, that didn’t stop him from moving closer to you, his cock twitching against your ass as he pressed his lips against your shoulders and the back of your neck.

You were beginning to wonder if you’d be able to keep up with Tighnari, even though you were the one who offered to help him.

Without waiting for an answer, Tighnari moved to his knees behind you, lifting your ass in the air. Every time he grabbed you or touched you, his nails dug into your skin, sometimes leaving marks and sometimes not.

You tried your best to help, but your legs were still shaking from before. Your chest pressed into the bed, rump held in the air by Tighnari gripping your waist. He didn’t take the time to tease or prep you as he usually did; his dick slid into you with ease and you felt his cum ooze down your thighs.

He resumed his pace from before, but the new angle aided in hitting deeper spots in you. Each rough thrust felt as if it was nudging against your womb and a wavering moan was forced out of your throat.

Hearing your beautiful noises, the noises he forced out of you, and seeing and feeling you rear back against him only excited him more and he picked up the pace. The room was filled with the hollow clap of his hips meeting your ass, along with the wet slaps of Tighnari fucking into you. Behind you, he mumbled ramblings about how amazing you felt, how you were being so good for him by letting him use you to satiate himself.

Over and over, the thought of how badly he wanted to breed you filled his mind. He so desperately wanted to pump you full of his cum till you were leaking, and no doubt by the end of the trip you’d be going home knocked up with one of his pups.

The idea of it caused him to shudder pleasantly and his nails dug deep into the plush of your waist. Your hand was placed on your wet pussy, fingers splitting apart your folds to drag over your swollen clit. You keeled back to meet his thrusts, and although it was hard to keep up with him, the movement pushed you over the edge.

All the air was forced out of your lungs as you cried out incoherently, your back arching as your sopping pussy squeezed tightly around him as you climaxed. You made a pitiful attempt to take fistfuls of the sheets in your hands to have some sort of stability, but they provided no use. Your legs buckled, thigh muscles aching from the orgasm as they tensed.

Tighnari had slipped out of you as you moved, but he didn’t give you much time to come back to your senses. He adjusted you so you were on your belly before positioning himself over your ass while his hands rested on either side of your head.

“You’re doing so well, taking me so well even after being so rough with you,” he whispered above you, aligning his dick to your cunt. You didn’t have the strength in you to answer, but his words had an effect on you.

He slid into you once more, grinding down into you at a slower but steady pace. You stiffened under him; it felt as if he was pushing down directly against a nerve. You whined under him, and he took it as a cue to speed up. Had the situation been different, had he not been in his rut, then he would’ve teased you for a bit, relishing in your quiet whimpers and pleas to keep going. With how tightly you continued to squeeze around him, it was impossible for him to even think about holding back, crazed, heated stamina filling him.

“Let me mark you,” he murmured. His teeth found your shoulder once again and he bit down. “Make sure you know you’re mine, everyone knows you’re mine.”

Tighnari wasn’t often possessive; only rarely did he mention marking you offhandedly during sex in the past. But this time it was different, a serious tone in his voice.

“I wanna pump you full of my cum and…” He groaned against the crook of your neck, his breath sending shivers through your limbs. “...Make sure you’ll go home carrying one of my pups.”

“Tighnari, yes, please,” you murmured, your voice low due to the strain of your throat. “I want it so bad.”

“Really?” Tighnari increased his pace, hitting the sweet spot in you each time. You felt tears threatening to spill out, overstimulated by the constant barrage as you ebbed into another orgasm. You shut your eyes tight, seeing stars behind your eyelids as you clenched your jaw, exhaling harshly through your nose.

“Did you cum again? I could feel you squeezing around me, like a vice,” he said, leaning down to give the soft skin of your neck a light kiss before sucking to leave a huge bruise that’d be difficult to cover, no matter what ointment Tighnari fetched from the forest plants. “I’m close too… So close.”

His thrusts began to falter, and after a moment he moaned out, pressing his face into the back of your neck to quiet himself. He thrust a few more times, taking in light breaths as he milked himself of all he had and pumping his cum deep inside of your gut.

You lay beneath him, panting, although you hadn’t done much work except be his obedient partner and let him fuck you to his heart’s content.

Tighnari pulled out of you, seemingly finished… for the night, at least.

He took deep, exhausted breaths above you. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get washed off.”

You observed your naked body in the mirror. You felt much better now that you didn’t have a combination of yours and his cum leaking between your thighs, but you couldn’t help but wince at the sight of what he did to you.

Deep bite marks and large bruises trailed your neck and shoulders, hues of red and purple covering your skin. Tighnari approached behind you, widening his eyes at the portion of marks you couldn’t see on your back.

“Do they hurt?” He reached over you into a cupboard and fetched an ointment, the chill of the jelly sending goosebumps across your skin.

You shrugged. “In the moment they did. Not so much now. I kind of like them… but I don’t know how I’ll be able to cover them when we head back to the camp.”

He was gentle as he applied it over your gashes, fingers tracing along your skin. “I’m sorry. I would’ve never been so rough with you had I been in the right headspace. Er, that’s not the right word… It’s hard to explain.”

You nodded to coax him to continue.

“It was impossible for me to stop once I got going,” he finished. He closed the container for the ointment and returned it to the cupboard before going back over the marks, rubbing the jelly into your skin. “But I can’t lie, it is nice to see you all marked up by me.”

You tilted your neck to get a better view of a particular hickey. “Maybe it’ll heal before we leave. How long are we staying again?”

Tighnari hugged you from behind and you watched his ears twitch, his tail curled around your hip fondly. “Usually it goes on for two weeks or so, but now you’re here with me. It already affected the intensity of it in the first twenty-four hours, so I have no clue how long it’ll be now…”

You turned your head to kiss him on the cheek. Just like Tighnari to turn it into a research opportunity, but that’s one of the many reasons you’d come to love him. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to stay with you the whole time then, huh?”

Tighnari nuzzled his cheek against yours before returning the kiss. “If that’s the case, then we should get all the sleep we can. Who knows when I’ll start up again.”

#genshin impact #tighnari #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfic #tighnari x reader #smut #fanfiction

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Okay but can you do 25) that’s where all my clothes went but Steve saying it about his reader the girlfriend, and his and your best friend Robin??

Yes because I absolutely respect also loving brotp stobin with /reader for one or both of them haha, I love that dynamic! And absolutely a hc of my own too that Robin occasionally steals Steve’s clothes, as well as his partner doing so lmao

Prompt: 25) that’s where all my clothes went

Steve Harrington x reader, Robin Buckley & reader

You walked into family video at around midday, knowing Steve and Robin’s shift would be starting any minute.

When you entered the store only Robin was there, who lit up as soon as she saw it was only you, bouncing towards you before she encased you in a hug, one you eagerly returned as you took in the perfume you got her for her birthday.

“Thank God it’s you. The second I put my badge on and a customer walks in, I feel like my whole day is cursed.” Robin laughed into your shoulder, before pulling back with a smile, both of you still holding onto’s each other’s arms.

“Well thank God then. Can’t have your day being cursed. You’re riding in the same car as me when Steve takes us to the movie theatre later, I don’t wanna be collateral damage.” You joke, Robin lightly brushing your shoulder as she backed up a step closer to the tape rack. “And you don’t want me to be cursed?”

“Hmm, that too.” You agree, both of you laughing through your noses, before you sighed at the tapes that were definitely on the wrong shelves. A Nightmare On Elm Street was definitely not ‘kindergarten & under friendly!’

It only took you a second however, now you’d pulled away from Robin, to notice the dark blue shirt she was wearing, accompanied by some dangly bracelets and a black pair of ripped jeans. “Is that’s Steve’s shirt? Or is another one you both accidentally bought?” You asked good naturedly, remembering the time they both showed up to Nancy’s party in the same sports crop top.

Robin sighed, pinching the material and pulling it out from her stomach. “Yeah, I didn’t like any of my clean clothes today.”

You both nodded together, knowing the feeling.

It was a normal thing for both of you to steal from Steve’s wardrobe. You were both over at his all the time, sometimes hanging out there when Steve wasn’t even in.

One day Steve had left bed early to drive Dustin somewhere, but you were still lounging about in his sheets. You heard someone using the front door key, and Robin bounded into the bedroom, only giving you a slightly too ealry in the morning but still cheery “Oh hey!” as you tried to at least put a bra on under the sheets.

Robin had been swiping all of Steve’s jackets on a rack to the side one by one, and when you had last nights bra and Steve’s basketball shorts on, you joined her side, asking “anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Yeah. His brown jacket, you know the fake leather one? I’ve just got a new bunch of shit and I need to see if it fits these tops that pretty much will only go with that.”

You found it in a small pile and handed it to Robin, used to her raiding Steve’s closet before, and she knew you did the exact same thing. Occasionally with Steve in the room, where you both promised to give it back. Although now, you knew you weren’t the only one to use Steve’s gifted house keys to your advantage.

Now though, in family video, you took in the top Robin was wearing, feeling the material by stroking the sleeves on her bicep, and nodding knowing the answer to your internal question.

“Oh yeah. I wore that one yesterday.” You kept nodding. It was a good shirt. Very fashionable, and unisex. Not that shirts had genders.

Robin blinked, although wasn’t really surprised, looking down at it “Oh really?” She lifted the collar, giving it a small sniff test. “Well at least you smell good. It was on his clean pile.”

“Yeah I put it there last night, I only wore it for a couple of hours when we went shopping.”

“Probably for more clothes. Poor Steve.” Robin pulled a dramatic face at you, woeing for him, and you both shared another laugh. Helping Robin in her duties as you took three copies of Friday The 13th, and four of The Exorcist and helped move it to the horror section.

“I mean, I’m wearing his top and his pants today. Not my fault I can convince him to get pants that comfortably fit both of us.” You gestured down to your outfit, Robin giving it a quick applause in appreciation.

“Yeah” Robin started “Have you noticed he wears this one to work a lot?” She nodded down to ‘her’ shirt, flattening it with a brush of her hand. You weren’t even surprised at how well Steve’s clothes fit you or Robin anymore sometimes. Almost like he wanted you both to steal them, you could argue.

“I think he thinks this one is more ‘professional’ or something.” Robin gave air quotes at the word, rolling her eyes and smiling at you before returning to the task at hand.

You pull it a little from her waist, Robin of course doesn’t care, as you rub the hem of it between your fingers. It really did seem like a good material. “Well do you think he was gonna wear it today?” You asked, only for Robin to give an uncaring shrug at you.

That’s when Steve ran through the door, a good twelve minutes late to his shift.

Luckily his face went from panic and trying to keep the door from flying off its hinges, to a relaxed puff of air flowing from his cheeks, as he realised it was only you and Robin in the store, no Keith.

“Well thank God for that.”

“God’s getting a lot of thanks today.” Robin noted, leaving the tapes for Steve to sort as she went to lean against the counter. There was a really good spot the sun shone through at midday, and Robin rolled her head and relaxed into it like a cat.

“Yeah, that’s probably why so many people are avoiding curses.” You noted as you walked up to Steve.

“Amen!” Robin called with a finger out to you, eyes still closed, as you came and bundled Steve’s sweater up in your hands, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What?” Steve said quietly, a lost look in his puppy dog eyes as he looked between his girlfriend and his best friend.

You and Robin both just chuckled, and you used his sweater to pull him in for another kiss. One Steve smiled against, even if he wasn’t quite in on your antics of the day. Giving just a quiet and happy moan, simply because he was happy to be giving you your first kiss of the day.

It was only when you leaned back, Steve still smiling hooded at you, slightly licking his lips, that you looked at the darker colour between your hands. And as you took a step back, still holding him like he owed you money, you were just a tad surprised. “Is that my sweater?”

Even Robin looked up now, peering her head aorund to catch a glimpse.

“Yeah babe. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find anything work suitable left for today.” Steve relayed, his hand rubbing the back of your neck, still there from when he’d been kissing you. You could tell it was from a drawer you left at Steve’s house, for when you didn’t pack for an unplanned ‘sleepover’.

Steve still felt comfortable in it though at least. Even if he was late with the chaos of tearing his bedroom apart. “I swear my laundry machine eats my-“

Steve stopped as you gestured smiling apologetically down at your shirt... and at your pants. And when you looked over at Robin, Steve followed your trail. Watching her cheerily wave, before he realised what she was wearing too.

He fell back on his feet, an amused smile on his face. “Oh. That’s where all my clothes went.” He bemused, unable to even sound chiding.

And even though you kissed his cheek in ‘apology’, you knew he loved the easy going and close friendships and relationships he had with you and Robin. And the others, because Eddie definitely stole that sports crop top from Steve after that party, because you remember chucking it out a window at him. You knew Steve loved his little family, even if you punked him sometimes like this.

“Well I’m eventually gonna give it back.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, pulling on ‘his’ sweater sweetly, as Robin called out “I’m not!”

Steve only wrapped his arm around your neck, kissing the shell of your ear. “It’s fine. It looks better on you than it does me. Although Robin could use a little help.”

“Dingus!” Robin called out, letting her middle finger stretch far.

Steve only retuned his half heartedly, before shaking his head at both of you. Getting his attention drawn back as your fingers graced his toned chest. “Just don’t get any badge holes in it Stevie. They look awful in that sweater.”

#Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington fluff #Robin Buckley & reader #platonic stobin #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington drabble #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #stranger things #platonic stobin & reader #Eddie Munson & reader #Eddie Munson #ask #anon #1.5k

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covenantofthedeep · 2 years

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i still love you.

feat. | diluc, yoimiya, eula, and xiao! summary | getting back together after a breakup. you love each other. author's note: it was very painful to write this very painful fic. enjoy! also idk if xiao actually smiles.. but i took a leap. and so now he smiles.

diluc ragnvindr |

maybe he hung around after to see if you still loved him. maybe he, despite your cutting words, still loved you. maybe he went to sleep thinking of your soft smile and gentle touch. and maybe, just maybe, he hoped you’d come back to him.

your breakup destroys diluc. he’s still in love, hanging on to his shredded memories of you. he longs to kiss you, hold you, be with you. and yet you’d left, weeks ago, months ago, how long was it? time blurs together when you’re not there, and he feels almost weightless.

ha! weightless. as though such a word could be used to describe a man whose heart had just been torn out of his chest and lain on the ground, bleeding raw and bare. he sometimes—no, always—thought about you, and was so out of it that he rarely bartended at the tavern anymore. he hid away in the dawn winery. he wants to see you—he wants you to love him again, love him like he loved (no, loves) you.

adelaide worries about his many weeks spent pining away in front of the fire, drinking tea and staring morosely into the flickering flames. he's always been broody, angsty, mopey, but after he met you, he perked up. he started growing flowers in little beds (after you nagging him) and he started wearing other clothes. honestly. he'd do anything to see you right now.

and his wish is granted one cold winter afternoon, when he opens the door to see you on the other side. his broken heart repairs itself at the sight of you, freezing, smiling apologetically at him. “i love you—“ the two of you start together, and he doesn’t even give you a pause before he pulls you into a kiss.

naganohara yoimiya |

she misses you with an ache so fierce her sunshine dims. her father comments on her dullness and she forces a laugh. she’s no longer chipper, no longer soft and sweet. instead, she’s hard edges and short tempers and quiet cries in the dark.

yoimiya thinks about you every day. while lighting a firework fuse. while staying up late at night. her thoughts are plagued by you and you only. she can’t bring herself to forget you, the magical person who dove in and made her feel truly, truly joyful. who made her feel like she wasn't too much.

she watches the fireworks on amakane island, remembering when you sat with her. and yet the thought stings so much, she bites her lip hard to keep from crying. what happened to her? she used to laugh everywhere she went, spreading light and warmth. you'd called her the sparkle of my eye. when she'd blushed and laughed, you had thrown your arms around her and kissed her full on the mouth.

now, she needs you. she needs you to bring back that light. that sparkle.

her chest aching, she leans forward and closes her eyes, her fingertips brushing a slip of paper. she raises it to her eyes. on it, four words are written in a scrawl she’s recognize anywhere.

i still love you.

she sniffles, the tears streaming freely down her face. when were you here last? to write her a note, but to not see you? could you be that selfish? why leave a note when you could see her in person? she tears up the note, her fingers shaking, anger seeping through the sadness. well, fine. if you didn't want to see her, so be it. she would raise her head and--

a shuffle behind her causes her head to snap up and glance behind her. it’s you, holding up a sheet of paper. she barely takes time to read it before throwing herself into your arms and sobbing into your shoulder. do you still love me?

“yes,” she whispers into your ear, her sobs hiccuping into laughter.

xiao |

xiao tells himself that he doesn’t hurt. he tells the same thing to anyone who asks; i’m fine. i’ve been over yn for so long now, it’s a thing of the past. he’ll force a laugh, but when he’s alone, sorrow drags his heart down so far it’s a wonder he manages to live still.

your leaving xiao tore him to shreds and pasted him together, some pieces missing and some in different spots. he wants to find you again. he wants you to call his name. often, he finds himself looking at the top of wangshu inn, searching for your silhouette, your voice, your words. your words were always so pretty. you had the loveliest way of describing the most trivial of things. the rain patters like my thoughts--always moving, always whirling, always there. but dissolving into the background sometimes, you'd written once. and then he'd known that he was deep in love.

maybe he’s too clingy. maybe all he deserves is this eternal suffering. karma, he thinks bitterly. he never deserved you. your sweet words, snarky wit and whip-fast intellect. your beautiful love.

whenever he started doubting himself like this, you’d sit on his lap and furiously tell him all the things you loved about him. by the end, he was smiling and you were laughing. you always said his smiles were as rare as a double rainbow; they were rarely there, but when they were, they took your breath away. his smile lopsided and crooked, his eye crinkling. it looked so out-of-place on his usually solemn features that you couldn't help but laugh, without fail.

thinking about that feels like a stab to the chest. he inhales painfully and turns away from the top of wangshu inn—but not before spotting a familiar silhouette.

he could recognize you from anywhere, and hoists himself easily onto the roof. you turn towards him. “xiao,” you whisper, and he smiles a double-rainbow smile.

eula lawrence |

eula pretends that she does not care. who cares if you've left her? the one true love of her life? better to be the one in power, she decides, and not to cry over you again. she throws herself into dancing more fervently than before, whispering to herself vengeance will be had for your breakup.

eula dances with a ferocity that sends everyone reeling into shock. is she... angry? people wonder. her anger plus her love for you plus her hurt turns her dances sharp like ice, dangerous like lightning. she's as graceful as a swan, light as a feather. she's quiet and angrier when she speaks and when people bring you up, she cuts them off with a dangerous look and a whispered threat of vengeance.

she remembers how you'd tell her how gorgeous she looked before the performance, and after, only compliments would spill from your mouth. she remembers blushing and smiling so hard her cheeks ached along with her feet, and she remembers you carrying her bridal-style to your bed. she remembers how you'd always make her tea and sit with her until she fell asleep.

thinking about such things, she scolds herself, is not right. she spins into a turn and for a second, thinks she can see your face in the crowd. but why would it be you? you left her after she broke up with you (maybe a valid reason, but does it matter? you left).

coming out of her turns, she spots you again. this time, there's no doubt. you smile at her and she rapidly ends her dance, rushing towards you. you race into her arms and she twirls the two of you around. "i love you so much," you whisper.

"i am so mad at you for leaving," she hisses. "but i love you too." and she yanks you back towards her.

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kobairaz · 29 days

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Since I’ve been seeing discussion and discourse around the ages of the DRA characters again recently, and so I thought I’d provide source from one of LINUJ’S Q&A regarding their ages: (source link in screenshot)

Q: Are all 79 students the same age? Or are there any kids with an age difference of 1 to 2 years? How old is the average?

A:Did I mention that I didn’t set the exact ages of the characters? However, for now, I would assume that all members of the 79th class are mostly the same age. The average age would be around 17 to 18 years old.

—(In addition to his Q&A, considering that the DR1/HTH cast/78th class are 19 in the KG/time skip from what I remember, the DRA cast being 1-2 years younger would make most sense anyways in my opinion. Although it’s not completely in set as LINUJ said, so I think there is still room for one’s own interpretation.)

#dra #danganronpa another #danganronpa another despair academy #sdra #rambles #i may also consider adding context on the sdra2 ages as well since a lot of misconception goes around with that too #linuj

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sunriseindigo · 2 years

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experimenting ☀️🌼

#dra #danganronpa another #danganronpa another despair academy #mikako kurokawa #fanganronpa #fanart #gouache painting #warmth #flowers #sun #heart #i loved how this turned out sm aaaaa!!#i’ve been on an art kick recently so if i post like three arts tmrw u’ll know why :p

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asarigg · 6 months

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What brushes do you usually use for lining and coloring? Your art is AMAZING and I’ve been a huge fan of your work for a while now <333 thank you for all of the beautiful kouao 🥹

funny question because i actually try a lot of things and tweak the brushes a lot to try to feel better with them, it also depends what kind of draing im trying to make.

i usually use procreate's hb pencil or jingsketch basics' clean sketch

Dry ink and on procreate too. I used a really small size for my last piece lmao.

Also variations of it with less texture and stuff

I also customized one of the default brushes a bit with which i made these.

I also have another customized hb pencil that i love and an ink one.

I use these pencil like brushes and the crayon and nikko rull brushes for coloring the cartoonish ones, dry ink too, with lower opacity and tilted effect its pretty cool.

I can’t add more pics so i’ll add more later.

#ask

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reimenaashelyee · 5 months

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Clean version here

Not a bingo but a jenga. My responses below the cut

Somehow I have half of this image filled out. I wish I could cash it in for points to redeem.

Jenga:

First comic is a magnum opus: There had been a string of graphic novel adaptations of books I wanted do when I as a young teenager, but The World in Deeper Inspection was my first, substantial, original behemoth of an idea. It was the only one with the power and the potential to stay and push me to become a comics creator. Everything I am and have as an artist and writer is because of TWIDI.

Fan art more popular than OCs: This was going to be inevitable because I hardly ever post about them online. But I suppose if you count my one-off character design illustrations that go viral or my published graphic novels, this box wouldn’t be true… (The God of Arepo is my most popular fan work)

I binged your life’s work in 2 hours: I am glad you like my work enough to be this engrossed in it – but honestly please please reread it again and SLOWLY so you can appreciate the visual storytelling – not just the words and the main action!! You’ll have a fuller experience if you take the time to luxuriate!!

This isn’t even my day job: It both is and isn’t. I do enough from comics that I can survive out of it near full time (thanks to my usual speed; very grateful), but I get financial stability from the monthly paycheck from the actual day job. Relying on my speed to produce near-constant output for money is something I am losing interest in as my ideas become more ambitious and niche.

Subscribe to my Patreon: Somehow I am able to hawk my free-to-read platforms with a certain amount of success but never can get a big dent on my Ko-fi.

Received unsolicited critique on a free comic: Unavoidable reality. Though I hadn’t had something egregious in a long time (and it better stay that way).

Had to explain what a webcomic even is to someone IRL: Nearly all the people I surround myself with are ‘normies’ (people who aren’t so online and/or don’t read online media), so this comes up often – and it will become more frequent as I pursue institutional pathways like residencies and grants. Even if they knew what webcomics were, it would be under the name of webtoons.

I can’t wait to draw this scene in 4 years: lol @ Alexander Comic and TWIDI

Multi-year hiatus: TWIDI’s eternal curse, until I figure out how to build enough stability in my career/life to return to it – full-time and for real.

Financially supported by someone else: My dayjob, mainly, but previously my parents.

Is somehow mutuals with favourite artist: That’s what it’s like as your career progresses and matures! It’s always nice to become peers with those you admire – especially the ones you grow to love only after knowing them.

Characters get gayer over time: Growing up and being able to witness the various ways of living can and will change how one approaches their characters.

Successfully fulfilled a Kickstarter: Not on my own, but I had a few for my books that published smoothly.

Empty space:

ADHD diagnosis: I have ADHD-esque behaviours that I have managed to overcome with ADHD-specific hacks, but whether I actually have the thing itself is a question mark. I lean towards not really having it since I am able to execute and complete tasks regularly.

Works in animation or went to school for it: I used to want to study and work in animation before I discovered the potential of comics as a storytelling medium. I don’t have a desire to break into that industry, even without all the employment and late-capitalism instability that it’s going through right now. I am not averse to trying if asked, however.

Had an art teacher who hated anime: Never went to art school.

Yes I’ve had burnout but what about second burnout: Currently going through a fallow period, but I really don’t think it’s Burnout Burnout. Touch wood, I continue to maintain my love, interest and desire to make comics and stay in my artistic career.

Forgot how to draw main character’s face: Characters are so seared into my brain, it’s not easy to forget. Helps that they each have particular quirks that belong to their design.

This comic gave me my hand/wrist injury: Still out here WITHOUT any of those. I hope I can keep it that way until whenever I retire.

Emergency commissions: Hopefully I will never have to resort to do this. (Very grateful, yes)

Sleep… “schedule”? my 7-8 hours of sleep is essential and non-negotiable.

If it’s not 3 hours long is it even worth adding to the work playlist: This is is referring to video essays I guess? I rarely ever encounter essays of over 3 hours that I am interested enough to watch. (Also I can’t really watch something while drawing; I lose speed/concentration)

Embarrassed to look at early pages: Not embarrassed – I was younger and less-skilled then, that’s just how it is. There were a lot of things younger me did that I could still learn from.

Regrets costume choices: I pride myself in being able to style myself and my characters, and so far I have never regretted the clothes I give my characters – the TWIDI characters all have base outfits from when I was 15!

#artist meme

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moss-gender · 1 year

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addiction recovery tips

1. Protect your space. You don’t have time for bullshit anymore. Cut out the people you’ve been meaning to cut out. Make the most space for the people who have chosen to believe in you. Spend less time on social media. I’ve deleted my facebook and instagram apps. It doesn’t have to be permanent but you need to avoid triggers and to an emotionally sensitive person like many addicts are due to Post Acute Withdrawal Syndrome social media is full of triggers. It’s shown that social media makes you compare your lives to others leading to a lacking mindset rather than one of appreciation for what you have.

2. Find a recovery group. The important part is making community outreach a regular part of your week. Some people go to meetings everyday. There are plenty of meetings out there. AA, NA, DRA, SMART recovery, recovery dharma… if you don’t like the meetings you have available I recommend going anyway to connect with people. Take what resonates and leave the rest behind.

3. Take it a day at a time. You don’t have to commit to being sober for a lifetime, though hopefully you get there eventually. Just be sober today. 24 hours. And then do it again tomorrow.

4. Be as open about recovery as possible. Shame is a normal part of recovery but the more people you’re open with the more chances you have for increasing your support network. Outside of meetings, a support network is very important. No one is an island.

5. If you need to, “kill” yourself. Kill the old you. You have a blank slate. You’re starting fresh. You aren’t defined by your past. Reinvent yourself. Dare to dream big. You’ll need to have hobbies and goals to distract yourself when you get urges. Because you will get them. And sometimes it will be very bad. It helps to have a routine activity you enjoy to engage your brain and tap into your rational mind.

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oflights · 8 months

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Could I somehow persuade you to post a snippet featuring adult Harry from the Star Splitter? 👀👀

just for you, anon!! i debated which one to snip and almost posted adult harry's very first encounter with draco, but that felt too much like a Moment to tip my hand on early, and so i decided to go for some classic, contextless healer potter in action hurt/comfort instead. enjoy!

“I can offer spell-relief for your throat and muscles, but it will knock you out,” Jack says softly. “If you’ll permit me—”

“No,” Draco says, shaking his head. He can’t be knocked out. He has to do—something. He doesn’t know what exactly, but the urgency and fear running through him can’t afford sedation right now.

“Fine. If you won’t let me do it here, let me take you back to mine and—”

“Absolutely not, I have to—” But the words cost him, throwing him into a rasping coughing fit as his throat strains.

“All you have to do is calm down and get well,” Potter cuts in, drawing Draco’s gaze back. He’s rummaging beneath his own lopsided toga, frowning until he pulls out what looks like a small satchel that expands as soon as he pulls it out of his pocket. Potter flips the satchel over and sifts through a number of vials and brightly-colored plasters with various cartoon characters depicted on them.

“You can’t—don’t make me—” Draco insists, coughing again.

“Draco,” Jack says very firmly, in a voice that never fails to make him snap to attention. “Stop talking. You’re hurting yourself.”

“Ron,” Potter suddenly barks out, and Weasley scurries over, giving Draco a very awkward look that plainly states how uncomfortable he is feeling bad for Draco. Potter leans up to say a few soft, unheard words in Weasley’s ear and then settles back in next to Draco when he jogs off. To Draco, he says, “We don’t have to knock you out to make you feel better. Just sit for a moment and catch your breath. It’ll be all right soon.”

“This isn’t a Niffler bite or a Kneazle scratch, Potter,” Jack says from his other side; Draco turns towards his voice again instinctively. “Draco’s a grown wizard suffering the aftereffects of an Unforgivable; I think you’re a bit out of your comfort zone.”

“My comfort isn’t the issue here, Camphor,” Potter says, the disdain in his voice so clear that Draco’s just grateful it isn’t directed at him for once. “Draco’s is.”

“I just think—”

“I’ve changed my mind,” Draco says, gritting his teeth around the pain, as Weasley returns holding a steaming goblet, handing it to Potter, who barely notices for bickering with Jack. “Knock me out, Weasley. I can’t listen to these two.”

Weasley manages a weak grin at him. “Been waiting years for another chance at that, Malfoy. Probably would if Harry wouldn’t knock me out.”

Potter huffs where he’s now bent over the goblet, emptying a few vials into it and stirring the contents with his wand held over it. He’s rolled up the sleeves of his jumper, revealing the various brightly-colored flora and fauna tattoos running up and down his forearms. Draco’s never seen them up close like this, at least not close enough to recognize the stag and the lilies that now have meaning for him, too, and he has to glance away, his thoughts a traitorous jumble.

“Too right,” Potter mutters at Weasley, which doesn’t help with the thought jumble, and then he holds the goblet up to Draco’s face. “Help him sit up more, Camphor, come on.”

“What’s in it?” Draco asks as Jack sighs but moves to help him, sitting behind Draco instead of at his side.

“A touch of Calming Draught with a splash of Muscle Pain Reliever and a dab of Bowtruckle honey for your throat,” Potter rattles off, not looking offended that Draco had asked. Then he ducks his head, strangely bashful, before adding, “Oh, and erm—chocolate. The sugar will help and—yeah.”

He holds the goblet out further and, when Draco’s hands come up trembling too much to hold it, he just gestures with it a little more insistently.

Ignoring Jack’s next sigh, his gusted out, “Draco, really, just let me—” Draco leans forward and sips from the goblet in Potter’s hands.

“I like chocolate,” Draco mumbles after the first swallow soothes his throat. It tastes divine, sweet and warming and healing, making him more able to handle the knowing, watchful look that Potter keeps on him, to deal with just how well he knows that gaze now.

“I know,” Potter says with a small, kind smile. It’s like nothing he’s ever seen from this version of Potter before—for Draco, Potter has only ever had scowls or sneers or frowns, taunting smirks or arrogant, teasing grins. It’s so eerily similar to his younger self, who gives Draco that sort of smile all the time, that Draco has to duck away from it, looking instead at Jack.

Who is glaring at Potter with the force of the sun.

#drarry #drarry wip #drarry fic #oflights #asks #anonymous #wip snip #😇

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