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imogenkol · 5 months

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Old Scars and New

word count: 3.3k warnings: blood, injury tending, disaster bisexual werewolf being cringe af tags: bandaging/stitching up wounds prompt

this is a slightly altered/updated version of my most popular piece of writing for this verse and thought I'd share it in my continued journey of rebuilding my relationship with my og works!

“Alright, who’s up first?” Nadya announced once everyone filed into the motel room.

Skye flashed a sly grin at the sight of Nadya putting her glasses on. “Ooh, are we gonna play doctor?”

Jayde rolled her eyes and dumped her bag onto the floor, barely holding back a wince. The scent of her own blood invaded her lungs and she already felt bruises forming, but the aches and pains were far from uncommon occurrences. She dismissed any concern. “I’m fine.”

Nadya ignored their comments and pointed at both of the siblings. “You two. Sit.”

“Are you going to tell me to roll over too?” Skye remarked.

At the same time, Jayde reiterated grumpily “I said I’m fine.”

The human threw them a stern glare. Nadya may appear soft and approachable most of the time – even meek to those who underestimated her – but the wolves quickly discovered that she had a hidden talent for intimidation when she wanted to. Jayde and Skye simultaneously took their seats at the edge of one of the beds without further protest.

Satisfied with their obedience, Nadya turned to Toby. “How are you feeling?”

“Right as rain,” he replied.

She made a spin motion with her hand. “Twirl.” He held up his arms and turned in one slow circle, showing her that he was unscathed. “Nothing’s hurting?”

“Nope.”

She concluded her thorough scan with a pat on his shoulder. “Okay, you’re good.”��

Toby gave the sisters a childish smirk like he won a game and said “Ha.” Then sauntered over to a chair.

Well, if the game went to whoever got hurt the least, then Jayde would never win. She almost scoffed at herself because the competitive side of her that came out around Toby hated the fact that she’d lose anything to him. She even made a mental note to be more careful the next time they encountered hunters just so that she could rub her success in his face. Maybe that was his real motive – to try a tactic that would work on a toddler simply to get the reckless blonde to take better care of herself. Jayde wouldn’t put it past him.

Nadya addressed Skye next. “You got hit on the head pretty hard. How are you feeling?”

The young wolf widened her eyes. “I can see new colors now.”

Nadya laughed and fished out a small flashlight from her bag. “How about dizziness or nausea?”

Jayde watched on as Nadya carefully combed her fingers through Skye’s hair in search of any damage hidden in the light blonde waves. Skye kicked her feet like a little kid getting a check-up, but Jayde noted how her crooked smile evened out to something more… genuine.

Skye was rarely ever anything but mischievous, as if life were just one big joke to her. Of course, there were precious few moments when her serious self would shine through, where there were no jokes to be made and she acted fairly mellow, much to her older sister’s relief. Jayde was shocked to see that happen more often when she interacted with Nadya.

“I feel fine,” Skye answered, then flinched when Nadya touched the sore spot on her head. “Ow! But that hurts.”

“Sorry.” Nadya winced apologetically. “I don’t see any blood, at least.”

The tip of her finger tapped under Skye’s chin to get her to look up. It was then that Jayde noticed she had been chewing on the inside of her cheek. Skye went still as Nadya shined the light in her eyes. It felt like an eternity to Jayde. To see Nadya be so close to her sister, touching her in ways that Jayde longed for. The older wolf realized – with a hot flush to her cheeks – that she was jealous of Skye. That made her bite her cheek even harder as she forced herself to look down.

Nadya stepped away, allowing Jayde to finally breathe normally again. “You don’t have a concussion, but I suggest you ice that for tonight.”

“Sounds good, doc,” she replied with a wink.

Just when Jayde thought she might get over the momentary lapse in her emotions, Nadya blushed. It was subtle enough that she might have been able to convince herself that she imagined it, but her thoughts took what she saw regardless of rationality and ran.

The possibility had never occurred to her until that moment, but Jayde started to wonder if maybe Skye had feelings for the human, too. Jayde certainly couldn’t blame her if she did. It was Nadya, after all. This girl practically had Jayde wrapped around her finger the first day they met. The thing that ate at Jayde more than that were Nadya’s reactions to Skye. She wouldn’t have that hard of a time believing she also felt something for her. Her sister – in all of her annoying glory – was just as much of a catch.

The concept felt nearly unbearable to consider, but Jayde knew that she would never stand in the way of her sister’s happiness or Nadya’s. Especially if it meant Nadya would get to be with someone far more worthy of her affections. Deep down, Jayde has been looking for a good, rock solid excuse to let her go. This possible outcome might be the easiest to accept. That didn’t mean it wasn’t exceptionally painful.

Wallowing in a pit of her own creation caused Jayde to tune the rest of the world out until Nadya’s voice brought her back down to earth.

“Crap, I grabbed the wrong kit,” she grumbled as she sifted through her bag.

Skye gasped dramatically. “Language.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Nadya said with an amused scoff and backed up towards the door. “I’m gonna go back to the car. I’ll pick up some ice for your head on the way back, too.”

“Toby,” Jayde commanded with a purposeful glance. Despite being clear of immediate danger, she didn’t want anyone going anywhere by themselves. Not even to the parking lot.

He nodded in understanding and got up. “Yeah, I’ll go with her.”

Before they left, Nadya locked eyes with Jayde. For that single second, all of her worries were utterly nonexistent. “We’ll be back in a few minutes. Try not to get into any more trouble.”

“No promises,” Skye replied. Jayde looked to see that the devious smirk had returned to her face.

The siblings remained seated on the musty motel bed once Toby and Nadya disappeared. The comforter felt scratchy, but Jayde still balled her fists into the fabric and stared at the worn carpet underneath her blood splattered boots. Something metallic tickled the edge of her tongue and she sighed at the sting that shortly followed, releasing her flesh from her own vengeful teeth.

“So, what crawled up your ass?” Skye asked to break the awkward silence.

Jayde gave her a brief side-glance. “Nothing.”

“Right.” Her words already dripped with sarcasm. “You’re just acting like you have to take Old Yeller out back for no reason.”

Jayde felt a brief spark boil in her chest, but it died out as quickly as it came. She didn’t have the will to be angry or defensive. She only sighed again and forced her question out. “Do you like her?”

There was no hesitation in Skye’s answer. “Yeah, of course I like her.”

“No, I mean… Do you like her?"

Confusion twisted the younger wolf’s features as she blinked at Jayde for several moments. Jayde wordlessly begged not to make her spell it out. The question alone was already mortifying enough. As soon as her meaning fully sank in, Skye’s expression promptly turned incredulous.

“Forget it,” Jayde said curtly.

But Skye already jumped on it. “No, you know what? I do like her. I really, really like her. Yeah, I want her to have my babies.”

Jayde had to fight the urge to growl. “It was a genuine question, Skye.”

“And you’re a genuine idiot,” she fired back with no remorse. “I don’t want your girlfriend, Jayde.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“She could be.”

“She shouldn’t.”

Skye raised an eyebrow. “That’s not very progressive of you. You’re sounding like Miranda with that old world bullshit. Who cares if Nadya is a human? Just be careful not to break or bite her. That simple.”

Jayde shook her head. “It’s not that…”

The slow nod she saw out of the corner of her eye turned into a shrug as Skye leaned into her. “What if you’re wrong about yourself?” she whispered like a kid telling a secret.

They fell back into another prolonged silence as Jayde rocked back and forth anxiously. She wasn’t wrong about herself, but Jayde somehow still had the smallest bit of hope that she could become someone Nadya deserves. That if she tried to be better, she wouldn’t fight this so hard or put herself through all of this pain. She had it in her. Somewhere. Buried underneath dirt and dust. The best version would peek through the cracks of everything broken about her whenever that girl was near. Jayde just had to figure out a way to widen the fractures and reach through.

But she worried she would break herself even more by doing that.

After a minute, her lungs deflated once more in utter hopelessness. “I am an idiot.”

Familiar footsteps approached the room and Skye nudged her older sister with her elbow. “Chin up, sport.”

Jayde managed to give her a grateful look just as the others returned. Nadya held a small bag of ice in one hand and a different first aid kit in the other. She went to Skye first and handed her the ice for her head.

Guilt immediately flooded Jayde’s system for feeling so jealous. Nadya put in so much effort to take care of them all and Jayde had been worried that she wanted her sister over her. She needed to get over herself.

“Okay, you’re good to go. Just take it easy,” Nadya ordered.

Skye enthusiastically jumped to her feet while balancing the ice pack on top of her head. “Great, I’m gonna go get tacos across the street.”

“Don’t go alone,” Jayde called as she skipped towards the door.

She waved dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, buddy system.”

“You guys want anything?” Toby asked before he trailed after her.

“Just get me whatever you get,” Jayde said.

“Okay. Nadya?”

Nadya sounded slightly distracted as she prepared the kit. “Uh, what kinds are there?”

“Asada, pollo, carnitas.” When she took too long to ponder the options, he translated in a patronizing tone “Beef, chicken, pork.”

She looked up and fixed him with an exasperated stare. “I know what they mean, I was just thinking.”

Toby chuckled. “Any day now.”

“Get me chicken.”

He gave a casual thumbs up. “You got it.”

The motel room grew quiet again once it became only the two young women. The wolf took time to let the human’s presence calm the restless being within. She focused on how her air of crisp autumn spices encompassed her senses, even over the scents of the others. What fascinated Jayde was how her existence always broke through the most powerful things. Werewolves had an incredibly distinct and potent scent, so being around her pack should have masked the humanness of Nadya’s scent. But it didn’t. In fact, Jayde often sensed her before she sensed anything or anyone else. It was always her first.

“Your turn?” Nadya suggested softly, immediately drawing Jayde’s full attention.

Up to that point, she had completely forgotten about her injuries. “Oh, right.”

Nadya came directly to her, standing just inches away. Jayde stared up at her and waited, totally transfixed. “Let’s get a look at that arm.”

Jayde realized she needed to remove her jacket. She snapped herself out of her trance and carefully slipped out of it, grimacing as the fabric tugged at the graze on her bicep. Blood had mostly soaked into the jacket itself, but streaks of crimson still smeared across her skin and reached as low as her wrist.

Nadya bent down and adjusted her glasses to get a better look, but that furrow in her brow looked like it took too much effort. “Do you think we could move to the bathroom? The lighting sucks out here and I gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Yeah.”

Nadya followed closely behind as they entered the bathroom, but lingered over Jayde’s shoulder after turning the light on. “Hey, did you take a hit to the back?”

Jayde craned her neck to see why she looked so concerned, but couldn’t see much of anything. The strain of twisting only made her injured shoulder spike with pain. “Um, I’m not sure. Maybe? I remember getting punched or something.”

“There’s blood, Jay,” Nadya informed her, still inspecting the wound. “Take this off.”

Jayde felt her entire body flare with intense heat as Nadya tugged at her shirt. She hesitated for a few beats to let the embarrassment pass. It wasn’t like Nadya hadn't seen her without a shirt on before. Hell, she’s seen her naked. She’s seen her turn into a goddamn werewolf, for fuck’s sake. Jayde wanted to curse at herself for being so stupid.

She struggled to get out of the shirt on her own. It was enough that her shoulder felt as sore as it did, but now that she had been made aware of it, the wound on Jayde’s back stung like a bitch. As much as she wanted to hide her pain, she wasn’t able to stop herself from flinching when she tried to work one of her arms out of the ruined clothing.

“Here, let me –” Nadya reached to help, but then her pulse spiked in the wolf’s ears like a drum had been struck and she stopped short. “Can I..?”

“Sure, yeah,” Jayde stammered and braced herself as the human stepped into her space.

Nadya’s hands carefully gripped the bottom of the bloodied shirt and slowly pushed it up her torso. Jayde could tell that she tried not to, but there were still a couple of times where her fingers brushed up against bare skin. Jayde clenched her jaw tightly. Just those small, brief touches caused intense tingling to spread outwards from the places of contact. She shut her eyes and held her breath as her wolf fought to rise to the surface. A shiver raced along Jayde’s spine as she quickly dampened it. After a tense half-second, she felt the restless animal reluctantly retreat.

Despite nearly losing control, Jayde didn’t feel afraid. Maybe because she knew Nadya wasn’t in any danger. The wolf only wanted a glimpse of her, but the last thing Jayde wanted was to cause any potential fear. She certainly didn’t want to think up some shitty excuse to explain why her eyes started to glow.

The two of them successfully got the shirt over Jayde’s head with minimal pain and discarded it on the floor. Meeting Nadya’s gaze after that felt far braver than facing any hunter. She had this look in her warm brown eyes that Jayde couldn’t quite decipher. However, the physical effect in Nadya’s body was more obvious. Being so close, Jayde sensed it all.

An erratic heartbeat. A clipped breath caught in her throat. A blooming scent that tempted Jayde nearer.

Those were not things she noticed in Nadya with anyone else, Jayde realized.

“I’m going to, uh…” Nadya motioned awkwardly, finally just shuffling behind her again.

Jayde cleared her throat to banish her own nerves and brushed her tangled hair over her shoulder. “How’s it looking back there?”

“This is pretty deep,” she murmured and began to clean it. “You really didn’t feel this?”

Jayde tensed at the incredibly cold sensation of a disinfectant wipe against her hot skin, but she still gave a half shrug. “I remember being hit, but that’s all.”

“Well, you got lucky. It could have punctured your lung.”

Jayde set her hands on the edge of the sink and watched Nadya’s reflection carefully through the mirror. “Yeah, I feel lucky.”

“That better not be sarcasm. Not when I’m looking at all these scars.” Nadya scolded as she got the stitches ready. “It looks like you should be dead ten times over.”

“It’s because I should be.”

They briefly shared a look. Nadya’s expression remained unreadable. Not that Jayde had the time to properly study it before she went back to work.

She didn’t say anything while she made a few sutures — being too focused on her task of mending a werewolf — but then Jayde saw her brown eyes peek over her shoulder again. “I’m really glad you aren’t, by the way.”

Jayde exhaled an almost whispered response. “Me too.”

A bandage was carefully placed over the newly stitched wound, but Nadya lingered behind her. Jayde wondered if maybe she had spotted another wound that hadn’t quite traveled through her nerves and up to her brain yet, but then felt an incredibly delicate sensation tickle her lower back. It took a moment for her to realize that it was the tip of Nadya’s finger trailing over what had to be one of her scars. Jayde froze in place, not having a single clue how to react.

“How many are there?” Nadya’s voice sounded distant.

Jayde gripped the edges of the sink so that she wouldn’t fall over as the girl traced another sensitive mark. She was afraid that the slightest movement would cause her to stop. “I’ve never counted.”

A soft hum echoed in the bathroom. “I guess you’ve got a couple more now. Which reminds me…” Nadya pulled her hand away, but before disappointment twisted an invisible knife in the werewolf’s chest, her palm rested on her hip and turned her around.

The human’s sudden willingness to touch her in ways that could be considered intimate left Jayde’s mind in a utter stupor, stirring her inner self once more. She didn’t know what to make of it. Or what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, though that remained a line Jayde felt she shouldn’t cross.

Nadya went to work on the laceration that cut through her upper arm and Jayde found herself thoroughly fascinated with the process. The human’s eyes were so focused, making sure each and every stitch was up to her standard. The way her brows knitted in concentration — the thin frame of her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose — replaced Jayde’s heart with a pair of fluttering wings. She could stare at her for hours.

Nadya finally glanced up while she wrapped her arm. This time, her blush was entirely noticeable. “What?”

The question made Jayde realize she had been smiling. She quickly looked away, though she couldn’t fully wipe the expression from her face. “Nothing.”

“Okay,” Nadya said slowly, confused amusement written on her face. “Well, I’m all done.”

Jayde nodded as she cleaned the mess up. As soon as the kit was packed, Nadya gave the wolf an unsure look and turned to leave the bathroom. On impulse, Jayde caught her wrist to stop her. A small gasp escaped Nadya’s lips at the unexpected touch, but she still waited expectantly.

“Thank you.” Jayde caressed the smooth curve of her wrist with her thumb. For the first time, she didn’t try to hide it. She wanted Nadya to feel her gratitude. “For taking care of us.”

Nadya’s features softened into an absolutely stunning smile. “I like taking care of you.”

It took everything Jayde had not to pull her in. She yearned to feel Nadya against her. Longed to brush their lips together. To hold her close and swallow every breath. Feel all the ways she could get her heart to race. Instead, Jayde’s fingers went slack and Nadya slipped out of her grasp, leaving her alone in the bathroom with the ghost of her contact still prickling across the surface of her skin.

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#oc insp: jayde thatcher #oc insp: nadya bishop #oc insp: toby cortez #oc insp: skye thatcher #ship insp: woven and thatched #insp: the lodge #oh look the gang's all here #this is the whole pack btw #well... the whole pack up to a certain Event and then a couple more join the picture #i love how i sift through my older writing being like 'ugh god this is unreadable garbage' and it's never as bad as i expect it to be #but the perfectionist in me feels a lot better when i fix certain parts that bugged me #i mean nothing will ever be perfect in my eyes but i sure do like feeling proud of my work #and i feel like i've really improved since then #anyway jayde is cringefail at the beginning and slightly less as the story goes on because self awareness only gets you so far #I actually got a commission of this scene that is like INCREDIBLE #the artist wanted to animate it and I was like FUCK YEAH #anyway maybe I'll whip it back out again now that I've posted this if ya'll wanna see

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hydrxnessa · 5 months

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commissions open !!!

christmas season is around the corner and my money is basically depleted from gifts x'3 so !!! willing to take a few comms on until the start of next year~ preferably message me on here, but u can msg me on discord too!

#i really hope i didnt miss anythinf out #oh yeah give me reference images !! probs cant do without x3 #reblogs appreciated #comms open #comms sheet #commissions open #commission info #commission sheet #art #digital art #digital artist #kofi

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umboocowju · 6 months

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Bust sketch commissions open! ❤️

Heya, everyone! I'm here to annouce that I have sketch commissions open right now! >:3c So if you want your OC or your blorbo sketched by me, this is the right time to get them <3

iNFO:

• $20 USD per character bust (I can work with more than one character per art and make them interact! But it'll cost $20+ per chara and maybe an additional fee if the pose is too complex) ;

• Turnaround time of 24h after payment (For one character. If there's more than one, you can add 24h per chara but it can be delivered earlier too!);

• Payment through Paypal invoice only;

• I'll only accept your payment when I'm sure I can start your commission asap, so I might take a bit of time to send you the invoice, but I'll let you know why!

• I'll be only working with visual references this time, sorry ;v; (but you can always try my other commissions if you'd like to work a character reference);

If you don't have a expression/pose in mind, please let me know a bit about your chara's personality!

After I finish your commision, you'll receive a high resolution version of the art on your email! I also keep contact throughout the commission, so you can get the best result based on your tastes <3

Please, do check my TOS on my CARRD, and there you can also check my other prices if you want something different!

Wanna commission me? Just send me a DM or an email to [email protected] :>

Also, here are some of these kind of commissions I finished:

#umboocowju:originalcontent #umboos art #commissions #commission #commissions open #sketch commissions #i dunno what more to add ;v;#but hey!! consider sharing and helping a struggling artist #i have to buy meds and pay bills soon so!!!#if you have any questions just let me know!#oh yeah there's the little xiao #xiao genshin impact #haha ehhe #the character next to xiao is my oc Ethel #hnghghhg she #anyways!!! bye #<3

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zakubabbles · 1 year

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In a dark room with my monitor on eye saver mode, night light on, and I'm wearing my sunglasses at night because my eyes can't handle the brightness right now.

#not good at selling prints and stuff so I guess it's more commissions but that's hard with bad eyes #wish I could be successful artist passively #like 'oh yeah I made these things for me because it was fun' and have them sell rather than trying to guess what might click with people #and grind to make merchandise or be sellable #anyway my eyes hurt #shut up zak

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glacierruler · 1 year

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When you are possessed at 6 in the morning to draw your idea of the perfect wedding dress for you. It isn't great cause it's basically just a colored in sketch. Way less layers than it should have if it was flushed out. Anyways here's a dress

#idk why i drew this #actually yes i do #it's cause i felt like it #anyways this is my dream wedding dress #gonna make it now #well not now #when i have the money for it #so i need a job first #but no one's hiring me in specific #hnnn #gonna make some more commission info stuff #but i don't think anyone will want what i have to sell #curses not being a great artist!#oh yeah #i should put the abstract art commission stuff on instagram #gimme a sec

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pigspeetsandhooflikefeets · 1 year

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JAYDEN DID THEY ACTUALLY DO THAT??? thats some serious stuff, whats the name of the artist????

I love that I have gotten. multiple. people asking if this is true. YES. I assure you I could not have made this up. I have a LOT of bad experiences with the art world. I entered a "draw the ending to this comic" and I submitted mine and they changed the rules post-fact and said "SERIOUS submissions only!" like. fuck you.

but anyways this was fucking FOREVER ago like 2015 Deviantart. absolutely lawless times. I'm pretty sure the person has since deactivated their account or whited out because I haven't seen them post in years

oh and I guess further context was apparently the concept (along with being "cringe") was "too similar to another drawing someone else did". which is insane because 1. who cares? 2. people can draw the same thing 3. MAYBE I LIKED THAT OTHER THING (btw no I didn't know the art piece people were comparing it to) AND WAS INSPIRED. IT'S A OUTFIT SWAP. NO ONE HAS CAPITAL ON THAT.

#fortunately it was like. very little deviantart currency like 300 points or something #but god. nothing good happens to jayden when it comes to art fandom #me: [muttering about this] my followers: WHAT????? me: oh yeah you can hear all that #bimbocore #personal pig #I did successfully commission someone and got AMAZING art of my Pigpeter but artist deactivated as of since #so i only have the version I used for an icon which unfortunately hides the sig #so I don't post it anywhere in fear it looks like I'm hiding credit #I'm not!!!! it was just in a light coloured font I promise!!! I credit people!!!

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keikakudori · 2 years

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you know, being a roleplayer and an anime fan means you see a lot of really weird fanart as i think we all are aware of. what you never expect to see is a favorite from your series drawn in a pinup style which wouldn't be bad but the bad part included her being bedecked in wh*te supr*macy tattoos and i need eye bleach i am going to go purge my brain in some way or form or fashion.

#ooc ; i think therefore watashi wa #it was yoruichi oh my god yoruichi the artist did you so dirty #like yeah do i know that there's going to be stupid fapbait art out there of yoruichi and rangiku and orihime?#of course i know that. i expect it. sometimes smutty art is gorgeous and you thank everything for having eyes.#but this was not something i expected today and it was just.#*so. bad.*#like literally why do people - and by people i mean artists - do this.#like maybe it was a commission or something but either way.#either way it was just. so bad. so very very bad.#also i apologize to anyone using a screen reader for the censoring.#but literally IT WAS SO DAMN GROSS I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO SCRUB MY BRAIN OUT #*WHY DO ARTISTS DO THIS?????*#anyways stupid tag rant aside i need to go finish those icons for cas

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moongothic · 1 year

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I wish AI image creators (and pro-AI image people in general) understood was that there is, in fact, a fundamental difference between artists referencing each others work and a computer (re)generating an image

And that’s respecting the time and dedication that went into creating the piece being referenced to begin with

If an artist uses someone else’s work as inspiration for their own, they have to recreate it from scratch. You can use the composition of a piece, but you still have to draw the whole thing all over again. You can color pick a palette but the shading you have to do on your own. You can study the way someone draws immaculate, fine details, but you still draw every single line with your own hand. And doing all that work makes the person look at what the original artist had done, understand how they made their art, what it took to make it, and learn to respect their effort and dedication even more.

Hell, even if someone traces over another person’s work, without consent and refuses to admit to it (which generally speaking is a dick fucking move), even then the tracer will deep down know the limit of their skills and see what the original artist can do but they can’t (yet).

And these are all things that neither a computer or the person feeding a prompt into the computer will ever do.

AI image creators will never put in the same work and effort to “create” something, and thus they will never understand what it takes for an artist to draw or paint something from scratch.

You told a machine to make a dish, the machine makes a dish based on approximations of what goes into it based on what chefs put into their dishes, and you claim to be the chef that cooked it.

AI images and their creators are inherently disrespectful.

#Text post #Mine #No fuck you I am not calling it art #I am not giving them that level of respect #And I encourage everyone else to not call it art #They sure are images!! But art takes a concious fucking mind and a computer does not have one #I know there's AI weirdoes on here too but I feel like I'd have to self-censor the shit out of myself if I wanted to tweet this #So here I am!!! Enjoying the lack of a word limit!! Hell yeah nuanced posting!!#Also don't give me that ''but it's more accessible for poor and disabled people who can't make art :('' bullshit #Because it's fucking bullshit #You can make art with a pencil and a sticky note if that's all you can afford #You can make art out of dead fucking leaves and rocks #And unless you're completely paralyzed you can make fucking art too #Even if you were blind you could make art #And don't fucking forget the tens of thousands artists who paint with the mouths and/or feet #Using the poor and disabled people as a bullshit ''gotcha'' to pretend to care about them being included is absolute horseshit #And oh!! If this is about wanting to BUY art instead of who can create it #1) There's about a million beginner/small artists who do commissions for dirt fucking cheap #2) Just go to a fucking thrift store and buy a donated art piece #Some of us don't even make minimum wage from art don't you fucking tell us we're ''too expensive''

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thatringboy · 2 years

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thinking about how all of my D&D characters are chaotic neutral idiots including a 6’9” Teifling monk who burned the Roman numerals for 4 on his right cheek for a dare, a Drow bard who plays a magic flute that’s always out of tune and has to always be covered in bandages like a mummy because of the sun, a Genderfluid water Genasi warlock whore whose patron is his own dad, and that guy’s mostly-triton-but-also-part-human(?) cousin who reanimated a fucking Warforged with amateur artificer skills

and then there’s my lawful good eladrin cleric/wizard who babysits them in my head like an exhausted older brother

#I care all of these idiots so much #D&D #I really need to finish designs for all of them maybe on Picrew?#I can’t afford to commission artists 😭#Their names are Concord. Terran. Bahr. Deuce + Spirit. and Magne #yeah I use periods as commas #OH FUCK I FORGOT THE TRUE NEUTRAL DWARF BARD AND HIS BRONZE DRAGONBORN ARTIFICER HUSBAND NOOOOOOO #AND I FORGOT THE CHAOTIC GOOD DROW WARLOCK KING FUCK #I love all of my kids equally I swear

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alexia-crystal-art · 2 years

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Praespex - Lykoi Cat

first etsy shop commission!

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sardonic-the-writer · 3 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: hells greatest dad—various artists

↳ notes: this turned out way longer than expected. reblogs are appreciated

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• What you did with your spare time outside the hotel had never been a problem

• Everyone blew off steam in different ways. Husk gambled is days away at dinghy bars, Vaggie practiced sparing, and Sir Pentious dreamed up designs for his retired war machines. The important thing was that everyone knew better than to ask the other about it

• So your friendship with Lucifer never come up. At least, not until Charlie decided to invite her dad over one day

• You were well aware of the strange relationship you had with the king of hell. He was all powerful ,and technically your ruler, sure, but it was hard to view him that way after you caught him babying a small army of rubber ducks

• It had been such a long time since you’d first met him, honestly you were still surprised you’d remembered it

• Back when you still worked as a part time package deliverer for the UPS equivalent of hell, you’d been tasked with handing off a rather heavy, and rather odd shaped box. The label didn’t give an address, rather a small drawing of an apple with a snake curled around it

• It took you a while, and way too many u-turns, to arrive at a pair of tall metal gates

• An uncertain push of a button had been delivered to a nearby buzzer, and you briefly wondered if you had been sent on a dead end errand. Your boss liked to do that; said it kept his employees on their toes. You just thought that he enjoyed seeing the pissed off looks of returnees

• Nothing longer than a minute passed before you were answered with an overjoyed voice, sounding rushed and getting father away from the mic as he proclaimed ‘I’ll be right down Terrance!!’

• It was only when Lucifer himself had opened the gates to allow you in, that his face fell from an excited grin into one of confusion

• “Oh. You’re not my normal guy.” He frowned, looking up at you slightly. “Are you sure you have my package.”

• You simply showed him the address label’s drawing, and he nodded

�� “Yeah that’s it alright.” A little bit of the enthusiasm he had shown at the sight of his delivery reappeared before you. It didn’t take long after that before he remembered that you were both still standing outside the towering stature of his house, and quickly invited you inside so you could help him move the package where he wanted it

• “So! Is Terrance sick or something? I could have sworn it was just yesterday that he was where you are now. Or a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Alright it’s been a while, but can you blame me. Do you know who I’m talking about? Long horns, red splotches, and a weird amount of hands. He always had the funniest jokes to tell though— “

• The first impression of him you got was weird. For the ruler of hell at least. But as time went on, and you kept delivering packages to his house with each passing month, he just struck you as lonely. His house, while big, was always empty. You would go as far as to say that you were the only steady interaction he had. Even if you were technically required to visit him

• Eventually, you quit your job. It had been a long time coming, and you were looking forward to a different take on life away from packing peanuts and scotch tape. Yet, for some reason, you didn’t stop showing up at Lucifers place. And he didn’t stop letting you in

• “You know—“ The devil approached you one hot afternoon in his work room. It was actually quite cold outside, but the fire breathing duck in his hands had heated up the room something fierce upon demonstration. “If you ever need someplace to stay, my daughter has a passion project that she wont stop talking about. It’s pretty sparse in souls, and I’m sure she’d let you stay there as long as you went along with her plan that she has!”

• You tilted your head with a small hum that day, choosing not to mention the far away look in Lucifers eyes as he talked about his daughter

• “Sounds better than where I’m currently living.” You shrugged, handing him a spare bolt off of the floor when it rolled off his work desk. “Where is the place?”

• So you’d shown up on the Hazbin Hotel’s doorstep, then still known as the Happy Hotel, with a bag or two in had and asking for a room

• You hadn’t told Charlie that Lucifer had mentioned it to you. You didn’t want her to feel like you were only there because he dad had named dropped it, but you guessed that she had her suspicions. You didn’t seem very taken with her title as princess of hell after all

• You were there nearly as long as Angel Dust; the likes of which showed up in the room next to yours a week after the move

• That means you were present for the embarrassing news interview, and in turn, the introduction of Alastor as a new patron

• He had been annoyed by you at first. Unlike Charlie’s slight nervousness at his appearance, or Vaggie’s outright aggression, you practically ignored his spectacular entrance, save for a few quick comments

• That had bugged Alastor. You’d hardly reacted when he’d shown just a sliver of his powers. Your lackluster once over as he pulled the darling Nifty from a fireplace had given him nothing to go on. Nothing!

• “Now what’s your role here, my friend!” The Radio Demon practically sang to you on that same afternoon. He waltzed over to your position in a corner, and his smile thinned slightly as you barely spared a glance at him. You found yourself much more enthralled with the sight of Husk fending off Angel’s advances over at the bar

• “I’m a tenant.” You mumbled, looking right through him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed down at you in an unreadable emotion that day

• He took to annoying you for the remainder of his stay following his debut. With every day, he increased his pestering, and you continued to remain the same

• Neither of you made a breakthrough with the other for quite a while. Months passed, and he found you looking as disinterested as ever with his display of powers. At this point he was sure you were purposely giving him nothing just to see his smile crack at the edges. And he was getting frustrated, for a lack of better words

• It wasn’t until you’d wandered into his recording studio by mistake that something changed

• Alastor felt a disturbance in the air the moment you stepped foot in his little alcove. Territorial demons such as himself could always tell when somebody was trespassing on their land, especially when having as much power as he did, and you were no exception to this rule

• He materialized behind you almost instantly. His limbs were already beginning to crack and stretch in size, a glowing smile casting wild shadows all throughout the room as he searched for what was sure to be your cowering form as you dropped whatever item you were attempting to steal

• Instead, he found you kneeling to the side of his polished desk, blinking up at him as your hands sat frozen in the motion of flipping through a record basket. His record basket

• “And what, pray tell—” Alastor’s distorted voice sounded like an screeching echo. He wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the hotel could hear it from downstairs “—are you doing here my dear?”

• You didn’t say anything for a moment. He watched as your eyes flickered to this symbols floating around him, then back down to his face

• “I was looking for some good music. Sorry to intrude” You eventually pull out of your weird staring match with him. Dusting the seat of your pants off, you rise to walk past him and towards the door

• Alastor’s mouth opens to say something, but stops when you pause in the doorframe

• “Nice antlers by the way.” You shrug. He doesn’t have to look up to know your talking about the honey structures protruding from his forehead. They really only come out when he starts to take on his true demonic form, and never before has he had someone compliment them

• Before he can get a better read on you, you’re gone

• Turns out, you weren’t exactly unimpressed with him. Just wary in your own way. It was a slight hit to the overlords ego that he hadn’t been able to pick up on that so quick, but he’d never admit it. Instead he took to your new attitude with rigorous mischief

• Music and murder had been the thing to bridge the gap between the two of you. When Alastor discovered you were particularly fascinated by his time period, he laughed heartily

• “Why my dear, you should have told me you had such good taste!” He wrapped a tight arm around your shoulders. “What is it you wish to know about the darling 1920’s?”

• “Did you really feed your victims to alligators?”

• “Hah! That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” He said while flicking your nose. You just hummed with a scrunch of your eyebrows and wriggled out of his grip. Alastor laughed at that

• You wouldn’t classify the two of you as friends necessarily, but Husk did mention one day that the fact he didn’t kill you that day in his recording studio stood for something

• “He’s murdered demons for less.” The grumpy cat told you. You chose not to respond

• Everything came to a head the day Lucifer showed up at the request of his daughter

• He didn’t notice you right away, instead doing a little dance with Razzle and Dazzle as the rest of the hotel watched on confused. Angel tossed you a look and you just shrugged

• Lucifer eventually spotted you standing by the scrappy welcome table. With the same exuberance that you'd seen time and time again before, he hugged you almost immediately

• “Good to see you again too, Luce. Heard you were coming over.” You exhaled after he set you down. You chose to ignore Alastor as he stepped out of his shadows and stood behind you ominously. You could almost feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head

• “Ah so this is his majesty! You’re a bit shorter than I expected.” Alastor’s voice was a bit more grating than you recalled. His grip on his cane tightened as you raised your eyebrow at him

• “Uh, excuse me. Exactly who are you? Lucifer gave the overlord a once over, looking very bored as he did so

• An eye twitch

• “Why the Radio Demon of course! Manager to this very fine establishment, and a—!”

• “Nope. Never heard of you. Sorry.” Lucifer cut Alastor off and smiled tensely from next to you, not sounding sorry at all

• It became apparent very quickly that the two of them didn’t mix. If a competitive musical number didn’t convince you of that, the way the both of them wouldn’t let go of your arms sure did. By the end point of Lucifer’s visit, you were sure a bruise or two had formed on your forearms

• “You know you should really come visit me more!” Lucifer adjusted his hat as he spoke, sending you a sharp toothed smile as he prepared to step out the door. “I’m sure you get tired of this hotel sometimes. Or at least the people—“

• “I’m sure you’ll find they are perfectly happy with their arrangement!” Alastor didn’t let Lucifer finish his thought. His shadows were getting restless at this point, stretching in the three of yours direction as if attempting to push Lucifer out. At this point Charlie and Vaggie had stopped paying attention to the weird power play between the two of them, instead talking about their upcoming trip to heaven together, so you were all alone. Save for two of your friends that were acting really weird

• "You know maybe the two of you shouldn't hang out."

• "Agreed."

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pumpkinskull27 · 2 years

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RPG comission! i got to make 4 characters designs :)

#oh yeah i like this actually #why does one of them look like sandman u ask?#idk the client just gave me a edgy anime dude with a trenchcoat #and i thought why not #and they said #so fuck it #we ball #pumpkinart #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital artist #commission #digital commisions #commisionwork #comission art #comissões #rpg oc #dnd oc #dnd commission

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ryo-maybe · 2 years

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can u explain why AI art is bad without fearmongering, moralizing or bootlicking lol

I'm going to answer in good faith, even though the tone you're using sounds like you're harboring anything but. The issue with AI art isn't specifically inherent to the tools used to produce it, because, ultimately, a tool is merely that: something devoid of will which, in the hands of a human, can produce a specific outcome. It's the human element that taints what we could otherwise enjoy for the unquestioningly fascinating topic that is AI art and, by extension, AI software as a whole.

Now, the problem isn't people, period, but the kind of people that are responsible for giving AI the bad rep it's been getting, along with the intent that goes into both the development of AI tools and the things produced by dint of said tools. I'm talking about the tech bros happily rubbing their hands, waiting to provide business moguls with a brand new means to commodify and mass-produce what artists stake their entire livelihoods upon, because when you have enough zeroes lined up in your bank account, your eyes are utterly blinded to the soul and personality that human beings put into their handiwork, and which a machine won't ever be able to reproduce no matter how much stolen art you feed it. Oh yeah, by the way, that's how AI art tools have been making the rounds: by chewing on thousands upon thousands of stolen pictures made by actual people so that they may learn how to ape someone's style and spit out absolutely soulless derivatives, while the original authors don't see a lick of recognition or monetary retribution for any of it. Do I need to tell you why stealing and parading someone else's art as your own is a terrible, vile thing to do?

But sure, you did ask me to refrain from "fearmongering, moralizing or bootlicking", which I guess I've already done. So since you'd rather I skipped straight to the point in a concise manner, lemme offer some quick examples of why the culture surrounding AI art has already developed into one of the most abysmally disappointing displays of how greed and an utter lack of human decency can ruin something objectively brimming with possibilities:

Less than a week after the sudden death of Korean artist Kim Jung-gi, someone trained an AI model to mimic his artstyle, having the audacity of asking for credits if anyone wished to use it. I sincerely hope I don't have to explain to you why this is a ghoulish example of the kind of tone-deafness sported by tech bros who buy wholesale into the AI art craze.

A piece of AI art was submitted to an art contest and won. The "artist"'s work amounted to little more than picking a series of prompts and letting the machine do the work. It's as much art as googling a smattering of terms and making a collage of pictures taken from Pinterest (and even then, you would have put more work into it than this person did). That they won at all says a whole damn lot about how abysmal the respect given to artists - real artists - nowadays is.

There are a multitude of people out there already selling prints of AI-generated art. I could link some of them here, but honestly, type "ai art prints" on a search engine and you'll get inundated by them. I've seen and personally know artists who have had to undersell their works because commissions were the only thin, frayed string they could hang on in hopes of making it through the week without fucking starving themselves, but here we are: any random asshole can now yell "MASSIVE BREASTS, THIN WAIST, COCKTAIL DRESS, HUGE BADONGAS" at a computer, let it mash together a trillion of other people's hard work, and print it for easy bucks that the actual authors of the basic ingredients of their insipid soup will never, ever see a dime of.

It really bothers me that you mentioned "no bootlicking". Whose fucking boots is this side of the debate supposedly tasting? That of the artists who post every day about how angry, sad and terrified they are by the prospects of what the development of AI art will entail for their livelihood and passion? What kind of gall did your mother birth you with that you have the spiteful spunk to type that word, when you've got shit like an artist who had their sketch stolen while they were drawing it on stream, then fed to an AI and posted by someone passing it off as their own art? How does that not ignite your indignation? "Bootlicking". Like anyone's tongues have been tasting leather but those of the same tech bro chodes who kept trying oh so hard to convince us NFTs were the future while ruining the environment to make the absolute stupidest point ever made in the history of humanity.

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theveryworstthing · 1 year

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more goblins to make up for missing goblin week~

goblin descriptions under the cut.

first up is Easel, a goblin artist. have you ever gone into the woods and found a spooky talisman hanging from a tree? how about intricate effigies made of woodland debris that are as unsettling as they are beautiful? or maybe small clay figures tucked under tree roots that almost look alive? if so, you might have seen Easel's work. he specializes in non-intrusive environmentally friendly long term outdoor art. it's surprisingly difficult to make certain types of shrines and such without accidentally fucking with the local wildlife by stacking the wrong rocks in the wrong places and upsetting the very forest god you wish to appease, or to make something with the right spooky vibe that doesn't fall apart the second a squirrel bumps into it. that's where he comes in. He's currently commissioned by a bunch of small gods (which pisses off some of their jealous followers who consider him the the town bicycle as far as worshipers go even though he never claimed to be a monotheist) and he does quite well for himself.

next is Parisol, a sea goblin heading home from her latest tutoring job. Abyssal languages are getting really popular these days and there are few amphibious or land people who speak it fluently, so it's good money while she works on becoming a full fledged librarian. the only downside are the cults but they're more creepy dweebs than actual dangers. she hasn't met one who's gotten a hold of a real Tome yet, not that it would matter. their pronunciation is horrible.

then there’s a goblin named Moole. nothing really special about her, she’s just chillin' out with her Pets. when asked what the Pets are she replied: "Yeah, I don't know what they are. They kept showing up at midnight in the empty cages of the rescue I volunteer at sometimes and I decided to foster them to see if they were like, evil? Ended up keeping them. Total foster fail. What's that? Are they-Oh, I don't know dude, they can be mischievous i guess? They're just little guys."

and last but not least are a couple of lads born from Space Bat asking for ‘midnight snackin' feline cryptids’ and Tama asking for ‘late night trips to the nearest fast food place with a friend’. so they’re some nekomata inspired former highschool bffs reconnecting after work over food truck fare. what's better than this? just guys being dudes.

#goblins #small guide #bare chest

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i-turned-into-the-stone · 3 months

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Bad Manager - Huening Bahiyyih KEP1ER

Rape, Pure Horny Degenerate Male Reader, Clothed Sex, Hair Pulling, Face Slapping, Submission, Piss, Messy Facefuck, Creampie

KEP1ER Bahiyyih

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Being a personal manager for the KEP1ER members is exciting, but it's also draining. Not physically, however. You're young and full of energy, so running around all day is a piece of cake.

What you mean by "exhausting" is trying to keep your shit together while being surrounded by nine smoking-hot idols.

These ladies are drop-dead gorgeous, and they get you all riled up every time they perform or even during practice.

Today's no different. They're about to rock the stage at the Asia Artist Awards, and you gotta give props to the stylist who made them look so irresistible.

Especially the youngest one, flaunting her soft midriff and smooth shoulders like a seductive siren.

All you wanna do is grab Yeseo and fuck her senseless right then and there. But your last shred of decency holds you back as you focus on handling their needs.

A few minutes before showtime, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You plop down on the toilet, whip out your phone, and watch their performance on the screen.

Your cock's throbbing in your jeans, begging for some action.

You're on the verge of losing it, and when the camera zooms in on Yeseo, swaying her hips and shaking that fine ass, your leftover self-control shatters into a million pieces.

"Oh God, I wanna fuck you so bad, Kang Yeseo. That petite body... it's begging to be bred," you mutter, fishing out your cock and giving it a firm stroke.

KEP1ER's five-minute performance feels like a blur. You crave more of Yeseo, watching her move her body in that gray shiny top that barely covers a thing.

With a sigh, you lock your phone, letting go of your cock and taking a deep breath. But calmness is a distant dream. This level of horniness is downright torturous.

Realizing the girls probably need your assistance now that they're done being on stage, you force your stiff cock back inside your jeans and step out of the toilet stall.

As you make your way back to the waiting room area, you spot Bahiyyih strolling down the hallway towards you, still in that short performance dress.

She seems a bit lost, wearing a worried expression until her eyes meet yours. "Oh, oppa!" she calls out, a smile lighting up her face as she hurries over. "Thank goodness. I can't find the bathroom. Do you..."

Her voice fades into the background as your gaze fixates on her collarbone and that creamy skin of hers.

She's never looked this sexy before. Well, this girl will do. It's the only chance you've got, and you're not picky at this point. You just want to fuck any of them.

"Oppa?" she calls out, her voice tinged with hesitation as she instinctively covers her bare chest with one hand.

Snapping back to reality, you meet her eyes. "Hm? Oh yeah, sure. Follow me, Hiyyih-ah."

You walk side by side, leading her in the direction you just came from. But instead of heading straight, you take a left turn towards another restroom that's out of commission, tucked away from prying eyes.

"Oh? I guess I can't use this one then," she says upon noticing the sign, but continues to follow your lead and stops in front of the restroom. She hisses and squirms a little while glancing at you. "Oppa, is there another restroom? Ahh!"

You grab her dark brown hair and shove her inside the partially open door, quickly locking it behind you. As Bahiyyih falls to her knees, struggling to regain her footing in that fitting dress, you unbuckle your belt.

Once the idol manages to stand upright, you yank her hair again and press her against the wall, pushing her face against it and pressing your body against hers.

Despite her attempts to resist by pushing the wall with both hands, your weight keeps her pinned. "Stop! No! What are you doing?! What's wrong with you!? Let me go!"

You place your forearm on the back of her neck. "Shh! Stay quiet, okay, Hiyyih-ah? I'll make this quick..." Your other hand unzips and lowers your jeans.

Your jeans and boxers slide down to your knees, your rock-hard cock bursts out. Her dress, not exactly thick, allows her to feel the presence of your cock pressing on her ass, sending a wave of panic through her.

"Stop! Oppa, please... What the hell is that? What are you doing?"

You yank her head back by her hair, giving her earlobe a teasing lick that makes her let out a groan. "That is my cock. Don't act like you don't know what it is. I'm pretty sure those wrinkly sponsors have already had their way with your pussy."

The degrading words spew from your mouth, causing the held-back tears in her eyes to stream down her cheeks. "No! Stop it! I'm— Just stop, please. I won't say a word."

You pull her head even further back, so you can get a good look at her pretty face stained with tears.

"Quit crying like a little bitch. I'll let you go once I've fucked you good and proper, like a whore. Either way, you won't be blabbing to anyone. You won't dare.”

You reach for the hem of her dress and yank it up, fully expecting her reaction. You cover her mouth from behind, muffling her scream as her hands desperately try to keep her dress in place.

But it's too late, your hand has already slipped between her legs.

“I saw how you were performing earlier. I had no idea you're kinda thick. Let me have a taste of that juicy pussy too," you say, spreading one of her legs apart.

Bahiyyih shakes her head in your grasp, thrashing with all her strength. But it's no use. You squeeze her soft thigh, burying your nose in the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

Take a deep sniff, matching the vigor of your hand sliding between her legs.

She can't do anything but stay still, her body jerking with harsh sobs. You take advantage of the moment and slide your cock right between her ass cheeks, the tip rubbing against her pussy.

"Hmm! Mmph..." The violated idol cries even harder. Her hands claw desperately at the wall, trying to find some way out.

"Yah, calm down, Hiyyih-ah. You'll get used to this eventually."

You give her pussy a smack, ripping a hole on whatever safety shorts she's wearing right around her private area. Her voice gets louder, wetting your hand with a mix of saliva and a bit of snot.

Bahiyyih can resist all she wants, but you couldn't care less as you start fucking her soft, warm thighs from behind, taking it slow and teasing her slit with two fingers, while your thumb flicks her clit.

The new sensation weakens her knees, unintentionally squeezing your cock between her thighs even tighter as her ass lowers on top of your shaft.

"Oh shit. You're into this now, huh? Such a slut," you whisper into her ear, increasing the pace of your thrusts, “Imagine what it would feel like if this was my thick cock.”

Using the same fingers that were teasing her entrance, you slip them inside, causing her eyes to widen in shock. You push deeper into her wetness.

When about half of your fingers are already buried inside her, Bahiyyih grabs your hand as if trying to pull them out in a hurry. But you oppose her attempts and plunge your two whole fingers in.

You can sense her walls clenching around your fingers. She gasps, her back arching in response. Increasing the intensity, you thrust with a fervor that matches the rapid rhythm of her breath.

Her muffled scream gradually transforms into a whimper.

Curling your fingers upwards, you focus on stimulating her sensitive front wall, targeting that sweet spot. Her muscles tense, her grip on your hand tightening.

The wetness dropping on your hand increases with each passing moment, a clear sign that her body is betraying her.

"Come for me, like the slut you truly are. You know you want to, Hiyyih-ah, otherwise you wouldn't be moaning like this, right?"

You release your hand from her mouth, and indeed, she bites her bottom lip to stifle any sounds from escaping.

As much as you want to simply fuck her and be done with it, the idea of sexually breaking her mind also holds a certain temptation.

You thrust your fingers into her slick pussy, the sound of your palm smacking against her skin reverberating through the room. Fingers in and out, the wetness sloshing with each motion.

Bahiyyih's legs drop even lower, unable to contain her moans any longer. "Ooh... Ahh! O-oppa, s-stop! Ah! Ah! Hmm! I'm..."

Her words trail off, but you know exactly what she's trying to say. You wiggle your fingers deep within her, exploring her inner walls.

She leans back against you, her legs quivering, and her moans become strained as she digs her nails into your forearm. Her orgasm crashes over her, causing her whole body to shake uncontrollably.

As the tremors subside, a warm liquid washes over your hand, even dampening your still-pressed cock between her thighs. Bahiyyih pants, her head resting on your shoulder.

"See? This toilet is still functional. You managed to pee so much," you taunt, pulling your fingers from her dripping pussy and raising them in front of her face.

"You like that, huh? Pissing yourself turns you on, doesn't it? We're in this together now, Hiyyih-ah," you taunt her, relishing in the way it challenges her morals.

"N-No, I'm not... Haa... I hate this..." Her words come out in gasps as she struggles to regain her balance.

Without any warning, you thrust your urine-soaked fingers into her mouth. Her eyes squeeze shut as you push deeper, ensuring she can't bite down on your hand.

"Eeugh... Blergh—" She gags and manages to remove your hand before coughing, the taste of her own piss lingering in her mouth.

"How about that? Proof that you enjoy this just as much as I do. It tastes good, doesn't it?"

"No! Let me go! You've lost your mind... I'll tell everyone what you—"

Her futile threat is cut short as you yank her hair, eliciting a yelp of pain. You turn her body around and down to her knees. Gripping her hair, you repeatedly slap her face with your erect member.

"Tell everyone what? That I'm slapping your face with my cock? Well, why don't you also tell them how you suck my dick like a pro slut, huh? While you're at it," you sneer.

You yank her hair back and forth, causing her to wince in pain as she tries to shield her face from your cock and free herself from your grip.

Watching her helpless state, relishing in the power you have over her trembling form. Fear pulses through her veins, fueling the twisted excitement that courses through your veins.

Without a shred of mercy, you force your cock into her mouth, disregarding her pleas and protests as you immediately start pumping deeper.

Your cock chokes Bahiyyih, her body convulsing with each merciless jab. The taste of her tears mixes with the salty, musky flavor of your cock, which is infused with the tang of her earlier urine.

The mounting pleasure drives you onward. The strong pressure of your penetrations stretches her jaws, causing her body to twist, retching as your cockhead breaches her throat.

You hold both sides of her face, keeping it in place as you pound into her throat.

Her tongue remains trapped beneath, rubbing the underside, adding to the intense sensations that drive you closer to the peak.

Her makeup smears down her face, mixing with the tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes roll back, silently pleading for you to give her a moment to breathe.

Despite her nails scratching at your thighs, the pleasure you're experiencing overrides any discomfort.

Bahiyyih's mind teeters on the edge of surrender, her mouth drooling excessively. Her chest and stomach cave in, desperate for a breath of air.

"Shit, shit, shit! Oh, fuck! Your mouth feels so damn good, Hiyyih-ah. It's not just for singing, huh?" you remark, your hips continuing to rock back and forth.

She gags even harder, trying to stretch her jaws wide to find some relief from the continuous harsh motion while enduring your balls repeatedly smack against her chin, causing her saliva to splatter everywhere.

As you feel your climax approaching, you abruptly withdraw from her mouth. Her stomach heaves, and she collapses to the floor, coughing up a wad of spit and gasping for air.

"Now you can breathe all you want, you whiny bitch. Get up!" you command, your cock still throbbing and on the brink of explosion. You grab Bahiyyih's hair and pull her up.

Bahiyyih is too exhausted to speak, only able to shake her head. Irritated by her stubbornness, you rapidly slap her face, turning it red until she stands as straight as she can.

She winces in pain, tightly closing her eyes as she endures the slaps. Her trembling hands are powerless to shield her face.

You cease the slapping and wrap your fingers around her neck, while your other hand slips under her knees, lifting one of her legs.

"You better clench that pussy real tight, Hiyyih-ah. I'm going to fuck you hard. At the very least, you deserve that," you announce.

Bahiyyih cries, her body jerking without any will to fight back. She hesitantly places her hands on your shoulders, gripping them tightly as if holding onto the last sliver of hope she has remaining.

You squat down, aligning your hard cock with her pussy, a smirk plastered on your face. Since your hands are occupied holding her, you give the weeping idol a command, “Go ahead. Put it in."

You lock eyes with her before glancing down at her glistening, bald pussy. Bahiyyih follows your gaze, finally getting a good look at the thick meat that damn near choked her.

Now, that repulsive thing is about to be inside her again, and she's gotta do it herself. The only consolation she can think of is that she won't suffer like she did before, as long as your cock is in her pussy.

With that in mind, Bahiyyih slowly grabs hold of your cock, lining it up with her wet folds and after taking a deep breath, she slides your cock into her pussy.

The moment the swollen knob slips in, a blissful hiss escapes your lips as you push forward, invading her slick, velvety canal. She doesn't let go, as if she's in control of how you fuck her.

Bahiyyih can feel the wide stretch inside her as your cock buries itself deeper. Her head instinctively knocks against the wall, her mouth gaping open, and a low huff escaping her lips.

It's a whole new sensation compared to when you fingered her. This time, the slow feeling of being filled starts to consume her. No need for you to force your entire cock inside when she willingly thrusts her hips forward.

Leaning back a bit, you take a look down, letting out a chuckle at the sight of her pussy lips tightly gripping the base of your cock. Her one leg planted on the floor is tiptoeing while the toes of the raised leg are curling.

"You really are a fucking slut, aren't you?" you remark as you pull out.

"Ahh!" she moans, completely oblivious to your comment, her entire focus locked on the growing pleasure pulsating within her heated core. One hand aimlessly scratches the wall beside her head.

Completely convinced that she won't put up a fight anymore, you release her neck and hold her slender waist, fucking Bahiyyih with fierce intensity, reclaiming the orgasm that you cut short earlier.

Her pussy clings to your cock, tight and gripping, as her natural juices flow abundantly, making the slide in and out of her moistness a breeze.

Leaning forward, you shoot your hips upward, splashing and sloshing inside her drenched warmth, your balls smacking against her flushed cunt with a satisfying thud.

Your grunts grow louder with each hard thrust, matching her erratic moans. She becomes increasingly vocal, her back arching involuntarily, her body sinking lower as her legs weaken over time.

"Oh fuck! Your pussy... Haa! I'm really gonna cum this time... Shit!"

In the nick of time, you scoop up her other leg, lowering her body as you lean forward, battering the idol's swollen pussy without holding back as if your very existence depended on it.

Knowing that you might face the consequences later, you go all out, giving it everything you've got in an uninhibited, wild frenzy, taking full advantage of the moment.

You pull Bahiyyih close, pressing your cock deep inside her, not caring about anything else as the tip hits something inside her. The room is filled with the scent of sex as you release fresh white semen, coating her insides.

Bahiyyih feels a tickling within her womb. Her body spasms, and she lets out strained groans, her arms awkwardly reaching out for nonexistent support against the wall.

One leg stiffens while the other moves as if walking on air, her toes curling in pure ecstasy.

As the pleasure subsides, you slowly withdraw your cock with a wet "plop," removing your hands from her legs. She slides down the wall and collapses onto the floor.

Her legs twitch, still spread wide, as your cum oozes out of her well-used pussy and trickles down to her asshole.

"Stay spread like that, Hiyyih-ah. It suits you so much more," you degrade her, scoffing as you pull up your boxers and jeans, which had bunched up around your ankles.

Gradually regaining her senses, Bahiyyih closes her legs and collapses sideways, her messy face covered as she sobs, her arms shielding her from the world.

You check your phone and see numerous texts from the other managers and members. You quickly reply, making an excuse about having a stomach ache.

Glancing at Bahiyyih's pitiful state, you give one last command, "Get yourself cleaned up. The others are looking for you. Good thing I didn't ruin your fancy clothes, or you'd have to walk out naked."

Despite putting on a tough front, fear starts to creep in as the adrenaline wears off. But one thing is certain—you have no regrets.

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