#ok and NOW I continue to try and get the next part of the comic out. SORRY KJBDCKBD
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A WIP that’s gonna be put off for a while due to the comic, but I still wanted to share.
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Gijinka Yumi (with little Reuben at the side)
#Yumi n Reuben#yippeeee#ok and NOW I continue to try and get the next part of the comic out. SORRY KJBDCKBD
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Sugar, Sugar Part 1
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: After losing your job, you are desperate to come up with some money. Your best friend Kate signs you up for a sugar baby app where you meet Wanda and Natasha, who eventually become your sugar mommies.
Authors Note: I've been reading so many sugar mommy!wandanat x reader fics that I wanted to make one myself. I know the beginning is a bit rough, but I'm just trying to set everything up. I promise it will get better!!!! There will also be plenty of smut in the upcoming chapters, this is just a warning for that now. And I plan on making many parts to this. I hope you all enjoy it!
Part 2
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you dramatically exclaim. You drape yourself across the old and slightly musty couch in your small two person apartment. Your work uniform rides up your body a little as you lay down, which you quickly pull down, covering yourself again. You pull your right arm over your eyes, trying to block out the light and the horrible day you just had.
Your best friend and roommate Kate laughs sympathetically at your dramatics. “I know getting fired sucks but there’s tons of ways to make money.” She moves your legs and sits down next to you, placing your legs on top of her.
“Like what?”
“Well you could mow lawns, dog sit, babysit, just until you find another job,” Kate suggests.
“I guess I could but I just don’t know if that would be able to cover my bills and let alone rent.”
“Well there is another thing you can try.” The tone in Kate's voice has you sitting up, removing your arm so you can look at her.
“You remember my friend Darcy that I told you about?”
“Yeah the super rich, successful one.”
“Well when she was in college she was a sugar baby,” Kate says before she cuts herself off to scold you. “And y/n don’t give me that look just hear me out!”
“Ok fine, keep talking.”
“Well she got a whole bunch of money from it. She was able to pay off her student loans and she had some money leftover that she invested and y’know now she’s rich and super successful and hot and amazing. But that wasn’t the point.” Kate shakes her head at herself, scolding herself for getting off topic like she always does. “Anyway maybe you should try being a sugar baby.”
“I don’t know Kate.” Sure this would be a great opportunity for you, if you find someone that is, but do you really want to use your body to get money?
“You could just look and see what’s out there. You don’t have to accept any sugar daddy or sugar mommy proposals,” Kate says and you’ve got to admit that she’s got a good point.
“Ok what the hell,” you say, agreeing.
“Let me just get the sugar baby app name from Darcy and we can do this.”
A few minutes later the app is downloaded on your phone. You feel nervous but also excited. This could be a way for you to not have to worry about money, at least for a while. Maybe it would be nice to be taken care of.
“Ok it’s downloaded, let’s set it up.” The two of you create your profile and pretty soon you’re looking at sugar mommies and sugar daddies.
“What about this one?” You ask Kate. You pass her the phone, and from the look on her face you can tell that it’s a no go.
“Definitely not,” Kate says, her nose wrinkling up in disgust.
“Why not?”
“I know you, and that’s not what you want.” You have to admit she is right, you don’t really want some 50 year old with a penchant for “parading his girls around” as he called it, but you’re desperate and he is the best looking person on there so far.
You continue to scroll through the men and women, none of them really catching your eye until you see the profile of a beautiful red haired girl and an equally beautiful auburn haired girl. You would recognize their faces anywhere, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the owners of the country's best security company.
“There’s no way this is real,” you say. “This has to be some sort of joke or something.” You pass her your phone and watch as her eyes go comically wide.
“There’s no way the Natasha Romanoff and the Wanda Maximoff are looking for a sugar baby,” you say. You practically scoff at the idea, but there’s still that little voice in your head that wonders if maybe the profile is real.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Kate says. She still has your phone in your hands and you watch as she types, until finally she stops.
“Katie what did you do?”
“I just messaged them,” Kate says innocently. You glance down at the message and it says, “Hi my name is y/n and I’d love to get to know you both and see if I’m what you’re looking for ;),”
“Did you have to add the wink Katie? They’re gonna think I’m like a whore or something now,” you whine.
“Oh relax you big baby. It’s fine. And besides maybe a whore is what they’re looking for,” Kate says, giving you a wink.
“Kate!” You exclaim. You lightly slap her on the arm.
“Owww y/n. You’re very feisty for such a tiny person.”
“Serves you right,” you mutter underneath your breath. The two of you continue to scroll through the app when you see a notification pop up.
Natasha and Wanda had replied to your message.
“Oh my god,” you say. You can feel yourself freaking out, even when you’re going into the texting part of the app and opening the message.
“Hi darling, we’d love to get to know you more too! We’re Natasha and Wanda, we’re both sugar mommies who are looking for a sugar baby to share. We work quite a bit, but we promise that we’ll still have time for you if things work out between us. Can’t wait to hear back from you,” the message reads. You show the message to Kate who responds with excitement.
But you can feel yourself freaking out on the inside even more now. However your doubts from earlier creep in and calm you down. There’s a big chance that this is just a catfish, but you still want to take the chance. Who wouldn’t want an opportunity to be with Natasha and Wanda?
“Help me come up with a response,” you tell the girl sitting next to you. After a few minutes of back and forth, the two of you come up with what you think is the perfect response.
“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I’m y/n, a sugar baby who is currently in college trying to pay off my loans. I normally have plenty of time on my hands and would be able to be around whenever you need.”
You cringe at the last part of the message, which was all Kate’s idea, but clearly it worked because a few minutes later you have a text inviting you out to get some coffee tomorrow afternoon and you say yes.
“You have to come with me though, just in case it’s like a catfish or something,” you tell your best friend.
“Of course, I’ll sit in the cafe and just text me if you need me,” Kate says reassuring you.
The next day comes too quickly and before you know it you and Kate are sitting in the cafe waiting for Natasha and Wanda. You’re sitting at a table in the back, while Kate is sitting at a table across the room from you. The minutes seem to drag on forever, making you even more anxious than you already are. Everytime the bell above the door goes off, you glance up, hoping it’s one of the girls walking through. You’re just about to lose hope when you see Natasha and Wanda walk in. They look so breathtakingly beautiful.
“Hi Y/n,” Wanda says, being the first to greet you. She towers over you as she envelopes you in a hug, which you gladly reciprocate.
“Hi,” you say back. It comes out quieter than you meant it to. You can feel your cheeks heating up, but gladly both women ignore it.
“And hi I’m Natasha,” the red haired girl says. She also towers over you, but you like that about the two women. She also envelopes you into a hug. She smells like vanilla and smoke and it gives you a sense of comfort. The three of you sit down and the two women get straight to the point.
“So as you know we’re looking for a sugar baby,” Natasha says, her voice a low tone. “We just wanted to meet with you today to go over some things and see if we’d get along,” she explains.
“Ok that sounds good,” you agree.
“Have you ever been in a dynamic like this before?”
“No I haven’t,” you say, your blush coming back. You can feel your nerves getting worse as well as you fidget with a ring on your hand.
“It’s ok to be nervous baby, we won’t bite,” Wanda leans in to tell you. She places her hand on top of yours, stopping your fidgeting. She places her hand in yours, which you gladly hold.
“That’s alright, we’re pretty new to this too. But there are a couple of things we wanted to go over today. First, when do you have class?”
“Well Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have class until 11am, but besides that my days are wide open.” This answer makes Natasha smile, which in turn makes you smile.
“What is it that you need help with?” You appreciate that Natasha is getting straight to the point, it’s doing wonders at calming your nerves.
“Mostly rent and some bills. I, uh, just lost my job and it’s been hard to stay afloat.”
“Well that won’t be a problem now that we’re here,” Natasha tells you, sending you a wink. The action sends a blush across your face, turning it a shade of pink.
"I know this isn't exactly normal," Natasha says, "But we promise if today works out, which I think it will, we'll take care of you darling." Natasha's words make you smile. Normally you were never so shy around people, but the two women next to you really bring it out in you.
“Do you have any questions for us honey?” Wanda asks.
“Yes actually. What is it exactly that I would be doing?”
“You would keep us company, go to some company functions with us, and,” Natasha says, her voice dropping low as she says the next part, “have sex with us when we want it.”
“But obviously we would work up to that part,” Wanda adds cheerfully.
“Ok,” you say, taking all of that information in. You knew going into this that sex would be on the table, but it shocks you that these two beautiful women are wanting to do it with you.
“I’m sorry if this is a weird question, but aren’t the two of you together? What exactly do you need me for?”
“Yes we’re together sweetheart, but we’re not the most compatible in the bedroom.”
“What Wanda means is that we’re both pretty dominant and we need someone submissive to fulfill our needs,” Natasha says. Wanda slaps her on her arm and lightly scolds her, making you giggle.
“I can do that,” you say, letting both of them know that you want this. The thought of being submissive for both of them stirs a longing within you. You can feel a slight dampness in your panties and you cross your legs, hoping Wanda, who is still holding your hand, doesn’t notice. But of course she does.
“You already feeling a little needy, baby?” Wanda whispers, her cockiness coming out of nowhere, but god does it turn you on. Her lips ghost on the outer shell of your ear, causing your breathing to become ragged.
“Mhm,” you manage to get out.
“You’re so cute when you’re needy. I can’t wait to see just how needy I can make you,” Wanda says. She leans away from you, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you go pink.
“Don’t kill the poor girl Wanda,” Natasha scolds.
“I can’t help it, she’s just so cute,” Wanda says, like you aren't there, which just turns you on even more.
“Yeah she is,” Natasha agrees.
You don’t know what to say, too absorbed in your own lust, when Natasha speaks again, snapping you out of it.
“Here are our phone numbers,” she says, slipping you a piece of paper. You take the pieces of paper and program their numbers into your phone and you give them your number and they do the same.
“We’ll text you tomorrow to work out the details and set up a contract, assuming you still want to do this?” Wanda questions.
“I do,” you reassure her.
“Then we’ll talk to you tomorrow, detka,” Wanda says. The two women get up, both hugging you goodbye. You watch the two women walk out, having forgotten that Kate was also at the cafe until she comes up to you.
“Oh my god,” Kate says.
“I know,” is all you say.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get two sugar mommies.”
#wandanat#wandanat x reader#marvel#mcu#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#sugar mommy!wanda#sugar mommy!natasha#scarlet witch x reader#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow#black widow x reader#wanda x reader smut#natasha x reader smut
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S 2024?!?!
next, you're gonna tell me it's gonna be some made-up year like "2025" next. tch, imagine that.
anyways, whoo! 2023! compared to both 2022 and 2021, i gotta say, my art style took a hard swerve in some direction this year. i mean, look at that klavier from january and that butch kim from just this december! (granted, i heavily referenced the portrait of butch kim but still, i didn't use to paint! mama mia!)
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the way i drew faces has definitely changed, that's what i get for getting into something that's live-action and into smth that has realistically proportioned art lol
OH! OH! HOW COULD I FORGET!!! IT WAS (and still will be) THE YEAR OF THE OLD MAN!! i really learned how to draw aged faces this year! ach fraulein, i have not stopped drawing people in their 40's-50's! i would say "send help" but i'm actually having a lot of fun ASKSKS
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i think a funny thing about these art summaries i've done is that they're mostly ace attorney but then there's just a month where i become a different type of ill LMAO this year it was four months for the price of two new interests!
cheers! here's to 2024!!! hope y'all have a fun art year!!!!
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i'm gonna ramble more below about like, other art things i did this year but i'm gonna put it under 'keep reading' bc this baby is getting way too wordy now WHEEZES
1. FAVORITE THINGS I'VE DRAWN THIS YEAR (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)
⚖️ mea culpa comic [x]
drawing this one was so time-consuming and ambitious but boy, do i love the end result! i had fun doing the inks for this one but was it a lot! i usually color in lineart and render everything but i had to stop myself from doing it for this one bc man, i'll die asksks
this also has some of my favorite apollos i've drawn, definitely
also! the part about the lineart not being colored and no rendering ended up being a deliberate stylistic choice for this one bc i had like more freedom to do just shadows with inks without it looking too out of place.
💐 my lawfully wedded zine spread [x]
now this one isn't out yet but take my word for when i say that this is one of the most craxy things i've ever drawn for this year, on account of drawing a comic AND group shot all in one!
also literally one of the prettiest things i've rendered this year, lookit that klav...
🎉 aa4 redraw - 2022 anniversary [x]
kind of like my wedding zine piece, group photos are insane, and rendering like uhhh [looks at drawing] 11 CHARACTERS IS ALSO INSANE if i try and draw a group photo again you have to stop me DFGHDJ
🎨 my art fight stuff [x] [x]
was possessed in the month of july or smth bc i pumped out like how many drawings so quickly (before i got burnt out that is pftt)
pace yourselves and don't be like me pls ajshgdghhjk
💥 people park day [x]
my friend told me that it was very obvious i watched across the spiderverse when they saw this FDFGHJD
but yea! this is when i started getting really into like, thought bubbles or just like, panels or drawings within a drawing when coming up with layouts
i still love the colors on this one...
🪩 fem disco portraits
ok so i haven't uploaded these yet but you have to trust me when i say that something was in the water DFGHDJ
who knew that all it took for me to learn how to paint was butches
2. ALSO DID YOU KNOW THAT I SOLD STICKERS THIS YEAR IN OUR UNI'S ART MART?
THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT THAT SCHOOL I SWEAR PFTTT this experience has also awaken the merch beast in me and i need to make more physical things for my brain to be happy, that's just how it be pfttt
hopefully next year i can actually start like a shopee shop or whatever lmao
3. ART FIGHT
i'm actually quite happy i got to participate in art fight this year! very delighted for all the art i've gotten and very fun to have drawn for others too!!
4. ZINES
i got invited and joined so many zines from 2022 continuing to 2023 that i kind of got burnt out from participating for now ngl ASKSKSKS not gonna be joining much this year oopsiessss! (unless i lose self-control [very likely])
5. SCHOOL
i don't actually like a lot of the stuff i draw for art school bc i tend to cram and not have fun pftt <- adhd moment, tragic! but here are some that i actually kind of like lol
6. THAT'S IT!
i think that's it! thanks for reading all the way down here!! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
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Ok ramble time
Ok imagine you’re Tubbo. You just got your distant brother figure and your bestie off that damn mountain, though not in the most ideal way (I will make those comics eventuallyyy)
But that’s beside the point. You saved your best friend! You did something right for once! Except sike! your best friend hates you now, and you kind of hate him too (you let him know as much) then you guys stop talking. Which is fine, i mean, it’s not like he was your entire world.
You return to Snowchester! It’s a ghost town, obviously. There’s a memorial of you, decorated with fresh flowers and dusty knick knacks. The flowers are from Ranboo, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also been the one to upkeep your town while you were gone. You hang out with them a lot, they’re the only one who sticks around these days. They’re pretty sweet.
You try to go back to doing the things you did before you died. There’s those nukes you never finished making, so you work on them. And you work on them. And you work on them. And you get nothing done. Your brain feels scattered and far away, it’s impossible to focus. So you give it a break, you can afford to. It’s pretty safe these days with Dream gone, you know because you keep tabs on everyone on the server. There’s some strange things going on here and there but nothing too concerning. You hang out with Ranboo more.
Ah fuck, you two find a baby. It’s a piglin, infected but not fully zombified as it has enough thought to run up to you two for help. So you take it back to snowchester and give it potions to stop the infection. Ranboo is worried it won’t work, you tell him it probably won’t. But you reassure him that if it doesn’t, you’ll take it back to the nether to let it “live” out the rest of it’s days. (Do zombies live?) Ranboo spends the night in your attic with the piglin. He’s pretty sweet. Regardless you tell him to not keep his hopes up too high.
Next morning, it worked! You “dub thee Michael!” Ranboo is relieved. There’s a kid living in your house now.
There’s a kid living in his house now. The timeline becomes unclear at this point since I’m still figuring it out. But now that Michael is in the picture Tubbo starts getting worried. He realizes he has no way of protecting him. Maybe the syndicate come visit Snowchester and that shocks him into thinking about the nukes again. And so Tubbo starts throwing himself into projects again. And it starts getting ✨bad ✨
Honestly, It’s been really fun figuring out how Tubbo deteriorates because everything is so internal with him compared to Tommy. It’s obvious with Tommy, you could see him visibly fall apart (think his exile skins, he stops feeding himself, he doesn’t care when he takes damage) But with Tubbo it isn’t so obvious, atleast not right away. Sure his eye bags get darker and he stares off into space for a little too long. But he still looks put together. (Habitable maybe. Or a learned skill.)
Maybe he eventually gets the nukes working but they’re not as successful as he wanted them to be and that guts him. He takes it as another failure. What if he’s just cursed? Is everything he cares about forever doomed to feel like holding water in his hands? What is wrong with him?
I’m gonna share a song and explain this next part using its lyrics because I’m so ILL over it, it’s the most di!tubbo song ever. Throw on …Well, better than the alternative by Will Wood 👍
Tubbo’s feelings towards Michael is complicated… He absolutely loves him to death but he’s really apprehensive about being a dad. He has this fear that he’s going to somehow corrupt Michael and or fail to keep him safe. So he ends up becoming emotionally distant from him and at his worst he gives him up completely to Ranboo.
I think Ranboo and Tubbo get married as a joke at first. But Ranboo continues to love him so unconditionally and honestly and Tubbo catches a crush, which is absolute HELL for him at first sjdhdj. I imagine him being arospec so this crush is a completely new and surprising feeling and he doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t, and keeps playing it as a joke even as their relationship develops.
Also the repeat of “everybody’s up on everybody’s business” is very fitting for describing the server. There’s things to be developed here I just haven’t yet… I’m just thinking about the possibilities like the egg, the syndicate, las nevadas… hmmm
This song is begging to be made into an animatic because I can imagine Tubbo screaming at Tommy during this part. He was just trying to help the best way he could… yet things still end badly, and everyone ends up hurt… di!clingy oh di!clingy, they’re such a mess. A bitter, angry, grieving mess. Wait ok i wasn’t planning on writing grieving there but then my next thought was “who are they grieving?” EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GRIEVING EACH OTHER. o(-(
Ok that’s it. Phew that was a lot of writing. Here’s some drawings for your time
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What Goes Up...
Summary: Chan is interested in a new kink and you do your job: support him.
▸ Pairing: Chan/Dino x F!reader
▸ Rating / Genre / AU:18+ / pwp, smut / established relationship
If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.
▸ Warnings: exhibitionism
▸ Word Count: 1,956
▸ A/N: Had fun doing this for K-Vanity’s Wanderlust Festival! Prompts used: log ride, established relationship, protagonist is a suspect.
Fat thank you to @shuadotcom for beta and juicy kithes for @wonwussy, @wooahaeproductions, and @onlymingyus for the endless encouragement while I worked on this.
@bitchlessdino and @idyllic-ghost come get ya’ll juice!
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“I think I wanna try exhibitionism?” Chan knows you love him, knows he can trust you with anything.
“Ooh!” you gasp, lips quirking upward with intrigue as you study him on the other end of the couch. “Ok babe, let’s try it sometime.”
For all of his trust, Chan looks surprisingly relieved. “Really?”
“Of course! Just gotta figure out the ‘where’ and the ‘when’.”
It’s the beginning of a bad idea.
The ‘where’ is the Amped Up Autumn event at the theme park a few highway exits away. An event that you are “absolutely banned” from, as delivered by ride attendant and fellow high school alumni Boo Seungkwan.
You’re not worried, though, and Chan isn’t either – he has no idea about your storied history of getting into trouble in some way or another at this event for the last several years. He also has no idea why you’ve got both a baseball cap and sunglasses on when it’s overcast, but “fashion” is an acceptable enough answer given that you’re not being suspicious otherwise.
Well, not suspicious at first. The two of you wait to enter the park and pick up maps (he can’t know you’re very familiar with it) without incident. It’s when you get to the petting zoo that he starts questioning things.
You start small, pressing against Chan’s side as he feeds a pony. He welcomes your warmth as always, beaming at you before turning back to the activity. When you both reach the smaller barnyard animals, you make it a point to bend at the waist to pet a sheep, ass kissing his crotch. Chan subtly moves back and though you don’t turn around to watch, you’re sure that he’s sure it was just an accident.
Amped Up Autumn is also home to peacocks, spoiled by and socialized with the endless droves of visitors to the park. When Chan nudges you excitedly as a muster of birds approaches, you make sure that there’s no misconstruing your actions.
“Shoot, I’m out of feed. Do you have any left?” You don’t wait for an answer, helping yourself to Chan’s supply. The paper feed bags are relatively shallow, but you make a show of digging in, forcing your hand roughly so he almost drops it. Chan catches it in time, right when you’ve pushed it near his groin. Your fingers spread and continue searching even though they’re so obviously at the bottom, rubbing greedily at his cock through his joggers.
Chan stiffens at the sensation and you watch, delighted as his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to cautious understanding, lips parting and closing again as his eyebrows pinch together. When you’re sure he’s received the message, you retreat with a fistful of mixed grains, making a show of feeding the peacocks. To passerby, you’re just an overenthusiastic attendee, but to Chan, you’re a flashing neon light that says ‘trouble’.
It’s almost comically convenient that Chan’s never been on Sawyer’s Mill, the park’s log flume ride. Even if he had, you would have insisted that you board it today. Thankfully, it takes next to no convincing to get him to join you in line; the thought of just sitting down for a few minutes is appealing enough on its own. You waste no time cozying up to Chan again, pushing your chest into his almost wantonly when you pull him in for a hug while you wait.
He knows you’re teasing by now, but lacks the willpower to stop it. You’re cute and you smell nice and it’s not like he can deny that your tits don’t feel good smushed up against him. The best he can manage is to nervously peek at the other attendees as you slowly snake through the line. You and Chan are one of many touchy couples here, so nobody seems to notice or, if they do, care.
Chan thanks the universe that that’s the case when you stand just ahead of him, hand at your side perfectly level with the seat of his pants. Your pinky keeps rubbing at him through the fabric, coaxing a chub that he can only hide by moving closer to you so your form can shield him from prying eyes.
Is this the longest line at the park or is Chan in purgatory? He’s not sure, but the way you keep prodding is making him desperate to get out of sight so he can just cum already and get back to what was supposed to be a very normal date. Clearly, that’s what you want too since you won’t leave him alone.
“Excuse me, what are you doing?”
You’re almost to the front of the line now and there’s a staffer on guard to make sure that nobody cuts at the last minute. His nametag reads “Seungkwan”. Seungkwan seems laser-focused on you and Chan so the question must be for you, but you just push up your glasses and turn around to scan the lane behind you. “Huh? Who?”
Chan follows your gaze, but is met with park-goers just as confused as you seem to be.
“You!” Seungkwan says, starting to point at you before quickly retracting his finger when his customer service training kicks in fully. He settles for vaguely gesturing at the two of you. “Would you mind taking off your glasses, please?” he asks curtly.
“Next two!”
Another attendant calls your party forward and you grab Chan’s hand to dart away and get into the car (...log?) that awaits you. Just as you leave Seungkwan’s line of sight, Chan spies him muttering something into a walkie talkie.
The ride attendant at the cars is much less interested in you – which is good (?) Chan guesses. “Bags on the floor, hands in at all times, jiggle the safety for me,” they sigh, rehearsed and apathetic as they lower the safety bar onto your laps. You rattle the bar excitedly before squeezing Chan’s knee and the attendant finds this sufficient enough, sending you off with a flat, “Enjoy.” Just as the car jolts into motion, they add, “Oh yeah, hats off. Enjoy.”
For the first time all day, you remove your cap and toss it to the floor of the car, exhaling with relief. The car begins its slow, steep ascent and Chan has a lot of questions now. “Babe, is there something you’re not telling me?”
“What do you mean?” You place your hand back on his knee and start rubbing, batting your eyelashes behind your dark lenses. “Are you not having fun?”
Chan tries to shift in his seat, but the safety bar cements him in place. It’s chilly here, between the fall air and shallow water sloshing around you, but he’s a bit warm now. “No, I’m having fun! Just–” your hand creeps up further, skipping over the bar to land limply on his dick. He lets out a shaky breath. “Seems like you had a…plan? For today?”
“Hmm, maybe, maybe not.” Your shit-eating grin clarifies further (as if it’s even necessary at this point).
“Are you sure about this?”
You rest your palm on his crotch, flat and firm. “I am. Are you?”
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Tell me to stop.” It’s not a threat or an order, just a reminder of what you’ve agreed to in conversations past. Experimentation is on the table until somebody calls it off.
Chan does nothing of the sort, instead whimpering and looking away as you continue to toy with him over his pants. You can’t hear him over the noise of the ride, but his refusal to look at you anymore provides plenty of satisfaction and confirmation that you should keep going.
You finally reach the top of the mountain, creeping into a cave that serves as a pit stop before the big fall. The darkride section of Sawyer’s Mill has seen better days, but the animatronic mountain lion that slides from the corner and roars through the speakers is sudden enough to give most newcomers a scare. Chan would have dove to certain doom if not for the bar and your now blatant grip on his cock. It jumps, just a little, in your hand and you’re certain that it’s not from the fear.
Chan slumps in his seat, rattled and frustrated. You don’t need to hear him to know; his cock is full and straining against the fabric. You lean over, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Is this enough exposure for you? Can you get off like this?”
He doesn’t answer, just throws his head back in defeat as you slide past the waistband of his joggers and grasp his dick through the slit of his boxers.
“We’ve only got a minute or two, so I sure hope you can,” you singsong, pumping his cock hard and erratic, the way you know he likes it when he just wants to cross the finish line. Watching Chan like this, struggling against the safety bar to hump and screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget he’s coming undone publicly, has you soaked through your panties. If you thought you could get away with it, you’d find a way to sneak back in here after hours so Chan could fuck you next to the mountain lion. But alas, this is an occasion to just enjoy the delectable view and the warm precum that’s lubing up your hand as you yank Chan closer to the edge.
Chan is so close; you can tell by the conspicuously audible groan he lets out and the way his heartbeat pounds through him and directly into your palm. He opens his mouth and his eyes roll back and he’s right there–
And then you freeze. Chan whines and refocuses, only to immediately squint as the glaring yellow circle of a flashlight assaults his eyes. He tries to shield himself, arm extending over his face as the light finally moves. Then, he sees it.
Another attendee, nametagged “Minghao”, is pointing the light on his tented pants and shaking his head vigorously as he frowns. He doesn’t say anything – he just continues to glower disapprovingly – and that only makes it worse as the beam follows the two of you shamefully through the last ten or so feet of the cave.
Mortifyingly, you don’t flinch at being discovered. Instead, you get back to work and wave at Minghao with your free hand as if this were a routine predicament. Chan moans your name plaintively, but you just lean in again, this time making sure that your lips brush his ear when you speak. “What’s the matter, Chan? Gonna cum?”
You glide your palm down his shaft one last time and tug on the way back up, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. And that’s all it takes. The car sputters as it accelerates and you begin your rapid descent down the slide, water crashing into the car with a force only rivaled by his climax. Chan sees white and feels his stomach rise up to his chest, though he’s honestly not sure if that’s from the ride or your ministrations.
It’s not until you jostle him that he even realizes you’ve reached the bottom and the ride is over. He stumbles from the car, dazed and silent. You’re both soaked through and Chan really hates the sensation of wet clothes on his skin, but the endorphins of afterglow overtake anything else he should be feeling right now.
“Good thing we’re all wet or else someone might notice you had a really good time!” you joke as you lead him through the ride’s exit lane, waltzing along as if you hadn’t just jerked his soul straight from his dick only moments ago.
Despite your nonchalance, Chan spies how quickly you put your cap back on and pull down the brim when you pass the exit gate and the attendee guarding it. As you pass by, Chan notices in his peripheral that it’s Seungkwan again.
He doesn’t say a word, but Chan can feel the man’s eyeballs burning a hole in your retreating backs. Among the ambient park noise of Amped Up Autumn, he hears a voice through Seungkwan’s walkie talkie.
“...so gross!”
#kvanity#kwanderlust#svthub#dino x reader#lee chan x reader#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#dino smut#lee chan smut#dino fic#lee chan fic#svt fic#seventeen fic
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yesterday was webcomics day. i am bea and i make "A Ghost Story" - part 4: the art
this part i feel like gets done semi-easy once the rest of the shit is dealt with. yesterday, my knuckles continued to swell and feel like rotten wood so i had to cut it short. this shit happens more frequently than i would prefer. today i need to run to the store and also pick myself up a lil treat (an eighth). for right now tho i have some cbd rich stuff that should help. maybe. while the index finger still hurts, only the middle knuckle is swollen anymore. let's see.
i started with panels 2 and 3 bc they seemed the least immediately labor intensive. ill be copy/pasting the line/flats for panel 3 to edit from there. t...there's going to be a lot of copy/paste this page. its not usually like that. but i usually only copy/paste the lines and flats. i will re-shade things so that they look different
unlike the sketch, the lineart has more "weight" to it. wait thats not how the pillow would deform. hold on.
ok that's better. did people even notice that before i changed it. probably not. but it matters to me!!!!! these little things add up and add weight to your world!!!! ive been trying new things with line as as of [looks at watch] last week. so it looks bad right now. like someones vague idea of what good lineart is supposed to look like. practice makes perfect tho....or breeds familiarity or something.
some parts of this look weird. dont worry. we will cover up that shit with speech bubbles. thank you comics for your ways of obfuscating bad art.
flats are easy. select everything that isnt your line art, invert the selection, and dump a base layer. then color that base layer with a mask
this page will, blessedly, not have any complex backgrounds. i already established the scene previously and can skate on doing my textured backgrounds. the background gradients in the direction the light in the room is being cast, usually.
first, a multiply layer at 50%. since she's facing away from the light source, she'll be mostly in shadow. then a white overlay layer at 50%; this is to make the first shadow layer pop and keep from getting too muddy. then a second multiply layer at 50% for the next layer of shadows.
added some sweat beads to make her look more haggard and some shine to her hair, since she's so close to the light. i've started bothering doing this bc it unfortunately looks good. finally i add one more multiply layer at 40% over her eyes to make her look more over this entire thing. and then added the red glow in another overlay layer (100%) where it would land if being cast from above.
completely servicable and theres room for like. a speech bubble later. usually i do text first, but in this case its so secondary to the actions being performed, i want to prioritize one over the other.
looking at it, im not going to be able to copy/paste this after all. she's going to settle in more and her body will rotate too much in the process. i can use this as a base to trace over, though, which will get me started.
but pain is occurring so im going to eat breakfast. what a bitch!
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Maybe More People Are Arospec (Part 1)
Maybe More People Are Arospec, 1/4 - I return, a month later with increasingly spicy takes 😩
... anwyay, welcome to my new series! 🐸🐸 It’s again something that’s been in the works for a while (hence the hairstyle change lol, I started drawing this 4 months ago). As for the comic itself, I think most of what I have to say about the subject will come in the next few parts, so please bear with me as I try to get it out while I deal with studio chaos 😭
For this particular l post - I did want to talk about how much pressure exists, socially, to go out with other people even when you’re not exactly “feeling it”. While the example illustrated is a bit … direct 😅 (though I feel like I’ve seen this exact plot at LEAST once in a sitcom), it unfortunately is a sentiment I feel, at least, that amatonormativity pushes onto people. And whether it’s something someone pressures themselves into, or is peer pressured by others into - it’s always confused me why anyone would think it’s a good idea. If someone doesn't seem ready to go on a date/pursue some kind of romantic action ... why should they feel any pressure to do so? If they do have feelings and they're not ready, the date will only be more enjoyable if they're in the right frame of mind. And if they don't have feelings ... why should they force themselves to do that? 😭😭😔
I don't know, I guess it makes me question, like why is it that choosing to stay single is always seen as the “boring” and “sad” option? And perhaps more importantly, why is it generally socially acceptable to pressure someone into doing anything they may not want to? 🤷🏻♀️
[Image Description:
Slide 1: Celia sits on a green armchair in a living room, speaking to the reader, "You know, I’ve thought about it quite a bit, and I have a flaming hot take -"
Slide 2: "MAYBE more people are actually arospec! And they just don’t realize it?"
A chibi version of Celia stands presenting the take, which is hand lettered in a large font.
Slide 3: Celia continues speaking, "Amatonormativity doesn’t even let people consider the possibility of no romantic feelings at all whatsoever -"
Slide 4: If you’re not straight, then you must be by default gay.
In the center of the slide two blank people are drawn. On the left, a person with a "straight" symbol drawn on the chest with a number of question marks around them. An arrow to the right shows the same person, now with a gay male symbol drawn. They appear to be confused.
Being arospec (and in a broader sense, aspec) isn’t an option.
Slide 5: Celia continues, "And maybe people don’t necessarily want romance that strongly – I feel like the social pressure to do it plays a big factor."
Slide 6: "It's a common trope I see in media, where someone is feeling uncertain about their romantic life, and their friends push them into going out -"
A scene is drawn with two random characters. A south asian boy with an undercut is shown speaking to a white girl with long wavy brown hair who is sitting at her desk reading a book. He says "Aw, come on, I know you like him! Hey you know I could introduce you -", while she says "I- I don't know if I'm, uh, ready for that-"
Slide 7: "- even though they might be showing signs of visible discomfort?"
The scene continues. The is drawn pushing her towards her crush (a taller east asian boy). He says "Just go talk, it'll be ok-" while she makes out a "eep!". She looks visibly distressed and startled, while her crush seems confused about the situation.]
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WIP Wednesday
Let’s talk @polyacotarweek shall we? Who else is as excited as I am for this event?
I’ve got content for 6/7 days so this week I’ve got editing up to my eyeballs to do.
I think a little snippet of each is in order today…. Yeah?
Under the cut check out what’s coming next week!
Days 1-4: Title TBD - Nesta X Cassian X Eris (4 parts)
Day 1: Beginnings - Nerissian Part 1
“The flight over Velarias at sunset was Cassian’s favorite. The way the gold, pink and purples of the last rays of sunshine washed over the mountains made him feel like he was getting to witness something only reserved for the gods.
Smiling, he looked down at Nesta in his arms as she yawned lightly into the back of her hand.
“Are you getting tired?” He asked her, kissing the side of Nesta’s temple.
“A little. But …” She tightened her grip around his neck and looked out at the sun setting before them. “I’m not quite ready to get to the party. If it’s ok with you, can we stay up here a little longer?”
Cassian’s smile widened and he kissed her temple. “Of course.” He whispered in her hair, kissing the top of her head. The movement lost them a few feet of height in the air but Nesta didn’t bat an eye. Instead, Nesta dropped her head onto his shoulder and sighed contentedly. “
Day 2: Comfort - Nerissian Part 2
The sound of the sea crashing against the cliffside was the only thing keeping Cassian from slowly going insane. No one in the room was speaking, they were just sitting there across from one another, staring. It had been this way for an hour since they had shown up in the little seaside cottage just over the Day Court border from the Night Court.
Ironically it was progress. For the first half an hour Eris kept trying to bolt past the wards so he could winnow away. Every move he made caused an animal instinct to rise up inside of Cassian resulting in a comical amount of growls. It was giving him a headache.
Day 3: secrets -Nerissian Part 3
“You said it yourself. That he might not be so bad after all.” She teased, squeezing his fingers a little harder before letting go.
When he didn’t respond to her teasing, Nesta closed her mouth and waited. If she pushed him, Cassian would get flustered and end up saying things he didn’t mean. She wanted this to be productive. The tightening bond in her chest needed it to be productive.
Unable to look at her, Cassian focused on his breathing. He was a few minutes into slow, even breaths before he spoke.
“I do feel shame about everyone else finding out.”
Day 4: Adventure - Nerissian Part 4
Now less of a burden than before, Nesta had found herself relying on the strength she found in their growing bond. She still sent pieces of her day to both males and had to hold back her giddiness when one or both of them deigned to send something back. She was making progress and so proud of herself.
Keep holding out your hand.
It was the thought that carried her from day to day. Even if she was too embarrassed to say it out loud, somehow, she could tell Cassian knew.
Though the growth of the bonds were ultimately a good thing, they chafed terribly at the worst times causing their family to continue to cast them suspicious glares at dinner or other outings. Even though Cassian seemed to have gotten ahold of himself and kept their secret locked up tight, he was still going to be the first to crack if his brothers, or cauldron forbid, Feyre, got him one on one with the intent to interrogate him.
Day 5: favorite tropes - Azris Nessian X Neris Polycule
- Wedding date + a little bit of Jealousy
“What do you want?” Nesta demanded, sneering instead. “My date is waiting on me.”
Cassian scoffed, looking back out towards the party. “Your date. Why did you come with him Nes?”
Inspecting her fingernail, Nesta replied casually. “Why not?”
“Was it just to ppiss me off?” He nearly growled, clearly trying to keep his temper even.
“Not everything I do is with you in mind, prick. In fact, very little of my day to day revolves around you at all.” Her nose went up in the air and she too, looked back out at the party, waiting to see how her blow landed.
“So some of your day still does?” He asked quietly, taking a step closer and brushing his fingers through the tiny hairs at her nape. Nesta shivered at the unexpected touch. The vulnerability in his voice was nearly too much for her.
Day 7: Free Day - Azris + Eris x OC
Eris sighed. - “It’s obvious that in your heart, you want change to take place and you want to be a part of that change. How can you do so when each visit leaves you in shambles? It took you hours to calm down this time. You didn’t even know where you were for most of it.” With seemingly great effort, Eris peeled his eyes away fro mthe window to look at Azriel directly.
“I know.” Azriel admitted quietly. “But…” He couldn’t finish, his thoughts were so jumbled.
“Let the General and his mate handle Illyria. They are doing enough good there from what I hear that you can put your talents to use elsewhere. You can still do good in the world, in a way that you choose. In a way that won’t damage you to the point of no return. What good is a free Illyria if it kills you in the process?”
“It’s not about me.”
“Maybe it should be.”
Azriel’s head shot up, his brows bunched in confusion as he looked at Eris who was back to looking out the window.
“What are you talking about?”
“Might I make a proposal?” Eris asked, more timid than Azriel had ever heard him. It made his heart stop briefly before it picked back up in high gear. “Come work for me for a while longer. Your methods were effective and you seemed to find the work fulfilling. But if you don’t want-”
“Yes.” Azriel cut him off, answering without thinking. “I’ll do it.” His breath was hot in his lungs as he accepted Eris’ offer. The smile on the other males face felt a bit like coming home.
And some shit line art I’m doing in between to procrastinate editing lol
#poly+acotarweek2024#azris#azris supremacy#azriel x eris#nerissian#nessian#nesta x cassian#nesta x eris#Cassian x eris#eris vanserra#acotar fanfiction#azriel shadowsinger#eris acotar#nesta archeron#cassian#azriel angst#eris angst#cassian angst#cassian and nesta#acotar art#acotar au#acotar angst#polyacotar#polycule#throuple#mating bond#acotar smut#acotar ships
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Where to go from here?
OH HEY ITS BEEN A REAL HOT MINUTE SINCE I TALKED ON HERE. And oh boy do I have... thoughts. :T Mostly regarding my blog, Ask October Fox. There is a lot to read here..
Wow ok so.. this is a post that I have been putting off pretty much all year long. It was one of those “I will cross that bridge when I get there” and oh boy, wouldnt you know it.. there’s the bridge. I had wanted to make this sooner but for some reason my brain just wouldnt let me.
Im posting this here first since I think about 90% of people who follow October, follow me here too, so this seems like where I might reach the most people but I will also reblog this on her blog as well. I have just been trying to gather my thoughts, but it feels like every time I do, I just end up with a scattered mess trying to explain myself. Id like to keep this short but.. well thats not going to happen, i’ll try tho
So... to be upfront with a somewhat TLDR, I dont know how much more I will be running my ask blog. This doesnt mean October herself is going anywhere, she’ll still be around, I just dont know if it will be here.
Its a bit of a complicated matter, and one that I have been struggling with since the beginning of the year. My main problem is that I dont know if I can physically keep doing it. I know I had mentioned last year about the amount of pain I was in with my old tablet and how hard it was getting to draw. But on the plus side, since getting a monitor tablet, a new desk and set up, those problems have gotten significantly better. Every so often they might flare up, but with regular breaks, slightly more structured schedule, and daily exercising, its few and far between. So on that front im good! I still dont want to risk getting hurt again, which is why im just unsure if I can put that kind of strain on myself again.. and it doesnt help that I feel like im drawing slower than I used to, tho that could just be me.
Secondly, is.. is there anyone here anymore? I used to check Tumblr every day, multiple times a day, and then I just... left for like 3 months bc it felt like hardly anyone was here anymore (another reason why I didnt make this post sooner. I have avoidance issues.). I feel like I might have joined Tumblr around its peak, just before The Ban™️ came down and most people- rightfully- left. October’s story is finally starting to come to light and while it was something I have been planning for a while now, the big story isnt something that I want to do to an empty audience, if that makes any sense. And thats on me, really. I waited too long.
Thirdly, there were/are certain things that needed to happen before I could tell that story- and sadly I feel as tho I am missing a big key factor that is needed to link the story to the next part. But without that key factor...I feel like Id to have to retcon the entire story. Not that that in itself is a terrible thing, the story has been ever changing for a while now, but this had been one of the main things I had planned for a long time now. Not to mention I still want to tell stories of some of the other characters.
There are a few more personal reasons, but these are just the main ones. Im just.. not sure what to do anymore. I would still like October to continue to interact with people, that is something that I have greatly enjoyed in the past couple of years with the quick replies, and thats what she was meant to be all about for the most part. Im planning on having October doing stuff outside of this blog this year- lots of ideas planned, like streaming art and maybe some games- but as far as the nightly comics.. eehh...
So I guess my question is this.. would people rather I just tell them the rest of the story, or would people rather I still try and draw it out, tho more like a graphic novel style and not in a full comic form? Tho again going back to the the third section, I still have to figure out how that would play out anyway.
I hate to say how much this has been stressing me out, and how much I am upset with myself over how things have played out. Many things I probably should have done differently but now im just going to have to roll with it. As mentioned the story, October, and the characters arent going anywhere. There are still stories and characters to be talked about, I just dont know how or where that will be.
There is a lot more than I could go on about but for now I think its best to end this rambling here. Once I get some input or answers then I will move onto the next step.
I apologize for the massive wall of text here, and for anyone who read all of it, I cant thank you enough for that. For now I will continue to work on the planned projects, as I still have a little time to finish those things up, but wow.. September is sure moving a lot faster than I would like :T
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Get to know me (and you)
Thank you @windsweptinred for tagging me! I am sorry it took me so long to get to this.
1. 3 ships I really like right now: Ohhh this is always tough for me. I have so many ships at all times. Ok well if we're going by my current brain rot...
Dreamling: No one is surprised by this. They caught me by the throat and have not let go for the last year. It's so funny coming in as someone who was familiar with the comics before the Netflix adaptation, because they are not at all romantic. Like, I got no romantic vibes from them (and I'm someone who sees romance vibes in everything). The MOST romance I can see MAYYYYYBE (and this is a massive maybe because I only read this arc after the show aired and I was already getting into Dreamling) happens in The Wake (and I won't go into further details because those are massive spoilers). Why do I like Dreamling? They're just so feral for each other in fanon. Plus it helps that the actors on the show had incredible chemistry with each other (I would also consider HellDream and DreamMuse as other potentials because yeah he looked like he was about to make out with those two actresses).
SnowBaz: I still have so much love for SnowBaz. This was the pair that got me through a massive depression/writing slump. Seriously guys, read Wayward Son and Any Way The Wind Blows if you want an accurate representation about depression and intimacy problems and just finding yourself once that biggest event of your life is over. It's about learning to live after trauma and how to heal. Plus this was also the first CANON queer couple I read and helped me to become comfortable with my own queer identity. Yeah... I may move on and have other loves, but Simon and Baz will always hold an irreplaceable part of my heart.
Tie between Ineffable Husbands and BlackBonnet: These are two very new relationships and I just love them both so much. I don't know much about BlackBonnet, because I've only seen gifs of the second season and nothing more, but from what I've seen, omg I am so excited. As for Ineffable Husbands, they are SO interesting to me and I have been enjoying reading the Metas that have been coming out after the second season. It's so interesting to me, to connect this to SnowBaz, to see the reactions after the second season aired. It reminds me A LOT of the explosion that occurred after Wayward Son was released (an explosion that not only continued the closer we got to AWTWB being released, but also contributed to Rainbow Rowell leaving Twitter). I'm not going to get too deep into this (though @carryonsimoncarryonbaz has been trying to convince to write a meta comparing the two because MY GOD ARE THERE SO MANY CONNECTIONS).
2. First ever ship: Honestly? Sailor Mercury/That boyfriend she had... what was his name? Greg? I thought they were so flipping cute. Plus I liked that the nerdy girl had someone who thought she was cute. As the Nerdy Girl myself, it made me happy to see.
3. Last song:
Fegari - Natasa Theodoridou: One of my favourite Greek songs. I've been in a Greek music mood as of late, and this is a beautiful song. It's about a woman who prays to the moon to bring her husband back from his mistress, and to watch over him if she can't. She also asks the moon to take her from the Earth so that she may see her husband from above.
At least... that's what my husband tells me. Greek music is so morose you guys.
4. Last movie: I watched Barbie last week with my husband. We both loved it so much. It's such a great dark comedy.
5. Currently reading: Lots of fanfiction, but I recently bought a beautiful Jane Austen collection, as well as an illustrated collection of poems by Rumi, so I want to dive into those.
6. Currently watching: My husband on the couch. But in all seriousness, we're probably going to watch either Our Flag Means Death or Silo next.
7. Currently eating: Nothing, but I am craving some cereal.
8. Currently craving: xD Cereal.
Tags: @seiya-starsniper @mentallyinvernation @mallory-x @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @ninemagicks @amywaterwings @namistrella @signiorbenedickofpadua @tryan-a-bex @artsyunderstudy @yellobb @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @spockandthings @wellbelesbian @j-nipper-95 @zigzag-wanderer @fleabaggotme @arialerendeair @aristocratic-otter @messofthejess
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I had some ideas for the journey Orchid and her group were going to take, I haven't fully planned them out but if any of you all like this idea involving your OC's do let me know... Or if you don't like the idea then also let me know because I can change/shorten the 'Inner Evil' arc...
I will list a small summary for each picture...
Again, these are just ideas... if any of you don't want your OC to show up for a mini arc just let me know... I won't do it if you ask me not to.
Under readmore because long...
@lilium2034 Amicus and Fidus
The idea is after they reach land, Mason stirs up an argument with Orchid about not needing to be so reckless with her actions with her firing comments back at him about trying to be a team player... After she walks away to blow off steam when she runs into the Duo. Amicus heals her shoulder while hearing her out and tries to give her some good advice...
I might add more when I get to that part but that's it for that mini arc...
@asktotallyhuman Sarah
To be fair, I have been reading all I can about this girl and her village, and thought of a good arc where Orchid goes alone and tries to make a bargain with Sarah to help her brother and the group. Orchid would stay and make a few double chests of 'God Apples' and Sanah would allow Mason and the others to pass and continue (Valkyrie and Archie would be given two of the 'rings' to make them look like villagers)...
I don't think Sanah is evil but I think she would rig a double chest to drain the apples into another dozen double chest below Orchid cell making her work even harder to make more apples then offered... Only later finding out more about the strange Illager and finding that Orchid is literally going to kill herself trying to fill the last chest to fulfill her end of the bargain...
In the end, Sanah does a good deed and finally lets Orchid go after letting her recover... But Sanah's mindset of Illagers doesn't change. And Orchid understands that, tell Sanah she can keep the extra 'God Apples' for an emergency with no ill will to the human...
Not fully planned out again but again, I don't think Sanah is evil... Just untrusting of ANY Illager that comes to her with a bargain...
@ask-wretched Wretched
(Damn is Wretch hard to draw for me... Even if it is just his foot 😓)
Ok, this idea was running a mug through my head for a while now so here is some of the idea...
As Orchid's group continues on, they start running into some of Drake's forces... While Orchid goes looking for some ingredients for a few potions a small party of four ambushes her in a cave mouth and chases her into it. One uses a tipped arrow with blindness on it and aims it at her. Orchid suddenly notices that she had blindly ran into a Wardens territory and stops to hide and be quiet... Only to get hit by a tipped arrow in the back and knocked down... The 4 are then 'mowed down' by the warden of the area, obviously being loud and aggravated when they found their target and almost lost her... Orchid tries to get up but realizes she is low on health and is blind for who-knows-how-long...
Wretch would be humongous next to Orchid and if he did try to help would probably be scared to even hold her, she so smol... (I don't have her exact measurements yet... Maybe 4"6' or 4"10' somewhere in that range of shortness...)
(originally I was going to have her a few weeks pregnant with Smith's child but I might not do that... Unless y'all like the idea of more drama but I don't think I'll do it.)
And there you go, four ideas I had for mini arcs in the comic, I still plan to put the few OC's in the background in some panels so be looking out for the small cameos~
#asktotallyhuman#ask wretched#lilium2034#fidus and amicus#fidus#amicus#sarah#wretch#others ocs#minecraft oc#minecraft#illagers#heros#warden#just some idea mini arcs i had
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Cold Nights
Just a very short little moment between Rick and Morty based on the comic where Morty falls asleep on the sofa next to Rick after asking him what death is like (I’m terrible with issue numbers so if anyone remembers please lmk!) and also the Rick giving Morty his lab coat thing since it looks like we’re finally getting that in canon and I thought I might as well do something with that. This isn’t super polished, I basically just crapped it out over the past hour but I’m gonna post it anyway lol. Nothing specific is referenced in this fic so you’re welcome to imagine whatever you want as the trigger event for this or to imagine it as being set after a particular episode. I was just too lazy to come up with any context for it 😅
Summary: After a tough day, Rick stays up late trying to distract himself from his negative thoughts. However, he’s soon joined by Morty, who seems to be having the same problem. Light hurt/comfort, ~850 words
Warning for canon-typical alcoholism
Rick half-lies, half-sits sprawled across the couch, bottle of vodka in hand. Now that the rest of the family - and his best distractions from his own thoughts - have gone to bed, he’s given up all pretence of even the slightest semblance of control, drinking it straight. The alcohol blurs his mind, but not quite enough. He tries to focus on the TV, but that’s not enough either. Thoughts of the day are moving slowly, as if through treacle, but they’re advancing nonetheless, and they’re not something he wants to deal with.
It comes as a welcome surprise when he hears a bedroom door open, followed by the creak of feet coming down the stairs. As people who share living space for long enough usually can, he identifies them as Morty’s. He has the lightest footsteps of anyone in the house, something almost hesitant in them. Through his drunken haze, Rick tries to pull himself together enough to feign surprise when Morty walks in, as well as to hide how relieved he is to have company.
When he turns around, he’s met with a sight that turns his fake expression of surprise into a real one. Morty’s face is tight and gaunt in a way that tells Rick he hasn’t forgotten that day’s events either.
“Morty?” he slurs, his voice quiet, even to him, but Morty startles anyway.
“Ah! Rick! D-don’t do that.” he cries. It strikes Rick that he somehow manages to look so young and vulnerable, yet so old and tired beneath the weight of the world at the same time.
“Sorry.” the word slips out past his defences before he has a chance to hide his vulnerability. “W-w-what are you doing up?”
“Me? I was just, I, um, g-g-getting a glass of water.”
Morty rushes through to the kitchen before returning, glass in hand. He hangs in the doorway awkwardly and Rick sighs and sits up, patting the now vacant cushion beside him. Morty’s face practically lights up with relief and he wastes no time in joining Rick.
The silence between the two is loaded and heavy, neither of them wanting to be the one to break it and bring the weight of the day crashing down on top of them. Rick continues to stare at the TV, not processing anything he’s seeing, but not wanting to look at Morty either.
“R-Rick? Can I… is it OK if I stay up and watch TV with you for a little bit?” Morty asks, finally breaking first. His voice is so desperate and pleading that Rick knows he wouldn’t have been able to bring himself to say no even if he hadn’t needed Morty’s company every bit as much as Morty needs his.
“Sure, Morty. Just… just don’t talk too much, OK?”
He has to protect his character, after all. Besides, the less Morty talks, the less either of them talk, and the less likely they are to stumble upon topics Rick wants to avoid.
They watch for a while, Morty’s presence grounding Rick enough that he’s able to focus somewhat. He makes occasional comments and jokes, feeling just a little part of his heart come back to life when Morty chuckles quietly.
So gradually that Rick almost doesn’t notice, Morty begins to move closer until his head is brushing Rick’s shoulder. He hears Morty’s breathing slow to a steady rate and feels his grandson’s head drooping onto his shoulder. The heavy weight is comforting, both for the deep pressure it provides and for the reminder that they’re both still alive.
Looking properly at Morty for the first time since he first came downstairs, Rick realises that Morty is wearing only thin pyjamas consisting of shorts and a t-shirt, despite the cool night air. Rick sighs and begins to struggle out of his lab coat as motionlessly as he can. He jerks Morty’s head more than he means to, but fortunately the kid doesn’t stir. He wraps the lab coat around the boy’s sleeping figure, shielding him from the cold. Morty is still so small that the lab coat covers him from shoulder to toe, reminding Rick of just how young he really is. Too young to be dealing with the things he is, the things Rick has put him through.
After all, Rick knows he probably only has, what, a decade left at most, realistically less. But Morty? Morty has his whole life ahead of him - God, please let it be his whole life - and he’ll have to spend all that time dealing with this shit that Rick can just escape when his body finally gives up in a few years’ time.
Rick knows he’s selfish, that he’s fucking Morty up for life, that he already has fucked him up for life. Still, he hopes that, at least, after he’s gone, maybe Morty will finally be able to heal.
Despite the fresh pain of his thoughts, alcohol and exhaustion are finally starting to win the battle, dragging him down into blissful unconsciousness. Before he slips away, he leans in and whispers to Morty.
“I’m sorry.”
#rick and morty#rick and morty fanfic#rnm#rnm fanfic#rick sanchez#morty smith#my writing#my fic#if you don’t hear from me for a while now it’ll be me avoiding spoilers until i can watch the new ep lol
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Reading MTMTE #1 reaction
Disclaimer: I have never read MTMTE but have seen many bits and parts of scattered comic panel so I'm spoiled enough with what happened (maybe aware of 2 or 3 major events)
So enjoy! (OBVIOUSLY SPOILER ALERT as I will include the panel and talk about it, will try not to give out too much)
(AND ALSO ⚠️CONTENT ALERT for minor background dismemberment of robot bodies⚠️)
Rodimus is so twink here lmao (He is literally a twink, you dummy)
Drift's face is so weird here LFMAO
THIS! THIS FUCKING TITLE!
OMG it's all coming together ( I know what happened after the ending into Lost Light)
RATCHET NOOOOOOooooooo
RATCHET DONT SET UP YOUR OWN DEATH FLAG (no AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
BRUH FUCKING FLIP THE TABLE BECAUSE HE CANT LET HIS PARTNER(?) STAY LMAOOO
I have heard how psychotic Whirl is....
Still surprise me to see him so unhinged.
And also... AWKWARD moment~~
Cyclonus looks like a purple panther here (Oii
OK This blue guy is sus right off the bat now
He's a weapon engineer??? HMMMMMmmmmmm
OMG HIS HAND FUCKING FLEW OFF
Why is this guy always so unlucky (wdym always)
Ultra Magnus's POV lolololol
I can't help but imagined hearing "NEIGHT" when he does this pose
AND THIS FUCKING DUDE TRAPPED FOR SIX MILLIONS YEARSSSSS?????????
BRO
So that's how he lost it
Honestly really, anyone getting involve with Rodimus is destined to get into chaotic shit...
Next page:
OK WTFFFFFFFFFFFFF
(TO BE CONTINUED...?)
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Dudeeeeee I'm absolutely mind blown with how issue# 1 ended!!!! James Roberts really had the whole roadmap thoughtout, huh 😭😭😭🤯🤯🤯
#transformers#reading mtmte 1#kairu reaction#spoiler alert#cw dismemberment#content warning alert#transformers idw#maccadams
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How to Commit to Learning a Language When You Have ADHD (or other attention issues)
imo one of the biggest challenges for learning other languages when you have ADHD (or other attention issues) is trying to pick one to learn and stick with it
and it's not just choosing one in the first place or motivating yourself, it's trying to avoid getting sidetracked by passing interests as you're exposed to other languages
I have really struggled with this over the years and it's led to me being somewhere between a beginner and intermediate level in a number of languages and not being where I want to be in any of them
SO here my advice as I've tried to tackle this
this starts with prioritizing one (1) language like so:
write down the languages you're currently thinking about learning
write down next to them what motivates you to learn each one
write down what resources are available to you to learn each one (you can do an internet search for this!)
write down what opportunities you'll have to use each one in your daily life (this can include watching movies, TV shows, watching anime, reading books, reading manga, reading web novels or web comics, playing video games, etc. it doesn't just have to be interactive or IRL)
now go through your list and rate each language a number from 1 to 10, some stars out of five stars, a happy face or a sad face, or whatever method for categorisation that feels right to you
next go through and pick the one (1) language that either has the highest all around rating OR the highest rating in the category that is most important to you - it's up to you which method you want to use
this is your priority language. you are going to commit to learning this language no matter what else you're doing.
but you might be thinking "that's all well and good right now but I know after a few days I'm going to be like-"
so now here's the good part!
you are allowed to learn TWO! languages. but here's the first rule. one of those languages has to be your priority language
that means if you're learning Spanish as your priority language and you decided to learn Japanese as a second language, you can only start learning Telugu if you drop Japanese. you can not drop Spanish and you can not study three languages at once
now here's the second rule. you should, ideally, try to commit to spending at least a few hours a week on your priority language. and any day you decide to study a non-priority language at all you have to spend at least a few additional minutes (your choice how many but be consistent) on your priority language first. so if you want to get down and dirty with Telugu, you better let el español know you haven't forgotten about him first
finally, here's the third rule. you are allowed to change your non-priority language as often as you want! but you're only allowed to reconsider a priority language that you have no experience in once after six months or a priority language you've studied before (including one you continued to commit to after the first six months) once a year
set a date in your calendar and stick to it!
if you have regrets about which one you prioritized because another language is really drawing your attention use your non-priority language slot to work on it
now that you know the rules here's a few more thoughts for people with attention issues
you're probably going to mess this up. that's ok. when you start feeling overwhelmed or demotivated, come back to it. cut out those extra languages and refocus.
the time you spend on languages you don't commit to is NOT wasted. dabbling in other languages strengthens your conceptual understanding of language structures as a whole. it's also easier and faster to relearn a language you have some experience in later than start entirely from scratch. and - and this is the most important part - time spent pursuing your interests is NEVER wasted.
this is just advice to help you get where you want to go with at least one language. while I want you to be able to meet your goals, you should never feel bad for trying something new or wanting to give something another go. have fun!
#langblr#ADHD#language learning#just to be clear you don't HAVE to learn two languages at once#you just have a second slot for basically whimsy while working on your priority language#ALSO!#this method works for WIPs too
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OH HELLO IM BACK （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ
uuugh sorry for 3 month hiatus lmao (enjoy this lil drawing i made :D)
Ok RL update time: was busy with figuring out my finaid situation for college, then getting scammed by a dude and having to create a whole new bank account :( which ultimately just sucked the money from my wallet the motivation to draw out of me and then when i was pulling myself together, i was suddenly busy celebrating my friends being back home from their college (wooo!) and then my roommates and i were apartment hunting for college. We managed to find a decently cheap apartment (well as cheap as it can be for a city on the outskirts of LA lmao) and we finally got approved and accepted and signed the lease! Most of my college stuff is getting figured out and ive been getting more motivated to art and now i luckily have more free time on my hands too!
Ive been having more personal time now, so hopefully i can draw more fandom fanart (lately ive mostly been doing OC stuff but honestly idk if i want to include my OCs here or just keep it fandom only) I do have some bad news, my Summertime Comic will continue to be put on hiatus just cause i need to do more research :') Looking over my outline, i was very ambitious with the story and topics i wanted to juggle. I do want to make it relatively accurate well as accurate as it can be for a made up town inspired by 1970s Germany can be So i dont want to continue the story right now with my half assed research and possibly offend/possibly hurt anyone with my ignorance on these sensitive/political topics and worldbuilding. That being said, I understand hiatuses kinda suck so i might just create an alternate ending that strays away from these deeper topics and try to keep the plot strictly "Forger family reconciliation" just for the sake of having closure to the story, and then when i have more time to do ample research, I'll draw out the "true ending" of what i wanted to happen. Or I might even just take parts and pieces of the original plot and simplify it to make it more easy for me to draw and so it'll have the remnants of my OG vision of the story. I'm still undecided but i really really do like the story and i dont want to entirely abandon it :)
I think mentioned it in my last comic post that i already had the draft done of the next part and that is true, so now that i have more time ill clean up the linework on that part and post it at some point (hopefully by this month) ((let me give you a lil sneak peak. also ik it looks angsty but i swear its a sweet wholesome part with family feels <3))
Anyways TDLR: im back and i got most of my rl stuff figured out and i want to use the rest of my summer break to draw fun comfort fanart things that ik i wont have as much time for when i attend college. So yea get ready for an influx of fandom brainrot ผ(•̀_•́ผ) Hope yall enjoy the art and have a wonderful rest of the day and remember to stay hydrated in these hot summer days!
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A Hidden Gem: Ellie Miller x F!reader
You get a little gift for Ellie :)
Lmk if ya’ll want me to write more!
Word Count:1209
Dismounting from your horse, you pat him on the side. Indicating he did a good job on today’s supply run, you found a lot of good stuff to surprise your girlfriend Ellie with.
“Nice work today, Whiskey.” You smile at the large spotted horse
Whiskey neighs back at you as if he understood what you said; you like to think he does. You weren’t really a people person; the only one you really talked to was your girlfriend. Sometimes you don’t even know how you had the courage to talk to her and become her friend, let alone start dating the woman.
You walked Whiskey back into the stables and gave him an apple you snatched as a snack before heading back to your shared home with Ellie, excited to show her the goodies you found that you hoped she would enjoy.
Opening the door, your grin grew at the sight of Ellie sitting on the couch in front of your shared bed, reading her favorite comic. To be completely honest, it was the only comic series she has ever read. It was surprising to you how she and Joel would find the exact same comic in different parts of America on their way here to Jackson a few years ago when they were trying to get Ellie to the Fireflies to make a vaccine for the non-infected.
At the sound of the door opening, Ellie's head pops up from the comic. You swore you saw a gleam in her eyes, but that could just be the sunlight reflecting in those enchanting green irises of hers.
“Hey, you were gone when I woke up this morning." She spoke with a hint of disappointment in her voice, but her facial features said otherwise. Her face seemed happy to see you, but then again, when isn’t she happy to see you? You were the first person she really befriended; when she sat next to you at that movie night a few years ago, something just clicked.
“I was signed up for the early supply run this morning, had to go find some stuff around the area.” You spoke softly, closing the door behind you and making your way over to where she was sitting.
That was something Ellie appreciated about you—how soft spoken you were. In this shitty world full of pain and danger, you were like a radiant light in her life. You were someone that brought peace wherever you went, the people of Jackson would smile around you, the kids would always ask to hang out with you, and people would literally trust you to watch their babies when they needed to run some errands or go on patrol.
Although you were one of the most peaceful people Ellie had ever met in her life, you were also a dangerous one.
Not only are those lips of yours extremely dangerous to get lost in when she kisses them, but you’re a hunter.
A literal hunter.
You knew how to kill squirrels and other little creatures since you were 10 with a bow and arrow, eventually growing to be able to headshot any living thing with a sniper from a distance.
How could someone so gentle and graceful be so threatening?
Honestly, Ellie kind of found it hot.
“Ellie?” You questioned her, waving a hand in front of her face.
“Hmm? Sorry, were you saying something?” She says,the dreamlike gaze is still on her face.
You laughed softly, this was a common occurrence around you. Even though you have been dating for almost a year and a half now, you still find Ellie gazing at you with the same look on her face. Whether it be from across the room, or if you were just laying right next to her in bed, waiting for the sun to rise.
“I said I had a surprise for you. ” You spoke softly
“What kind of surprise?” Ellie wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
You place your hand on her face and push her away from you, almost knocking her out of place and onto the ground.
“Ellie Miller, get your mind out of the gutter, or I will leave this room right now and you will never get your gift.” You deadpan.
“Ok! Ok, after though?” She smirks and continues wiggling her eyebrows, lowering her voice as if trying to entice you.
You lift an eyebrow at her antics, but you can’t deny that you found it extremely attractive.
“You might want to after I give this to you.” You counter with lowering your voice and giving her the siren eyes that you know messes with her.
Ellie immediately straightens up and is ready to do whatever you ask of her. Not gonna lie she is turned on.
“Close your eyes.” You instruct.
Confused by such a request, she follows anyways. She trusts you more than anybody, maybe with the exception of Joel.
You unzip your bag and pull out the box, it took up most of your backpack, but you didn’t care. The other goodies were stashed somewhere in a safe place in that store, you’d go back for it later.
Placing the box in front of her, you instruct her to open her eyes.
Opening those beautiful green eyes, she looks down at the box with suspicion.
“I swear if you brought me a huge mushroom or something-”she jokes, then shuts up after seeing the contents of the box.
You puff your cheeks in excitement and watch as she pulls out a plethora of her favorite comics.
Looking through the front covers of all of them with her jaw dropped in surprise, her eyes widened as she realized that it was the entire fucking series.
“What the fuck?!” She screams
She begins to stutter, asking where you found this, how you found this, how she can repay you (let's be honest, she will after this), and just multiple “what the fucks” coming out of her lips.
“During the supply run, I checked this abandoned house a little bit further than we usually go. There was this giant room full of books, and I rifled through a bunch of boxes and found those. There was no one who would claim them, so I just took them for you. I know you’ve been dying to see how the series ends, so I thought this hidden gem would be a nice surprise.” You said this to her with a soft smile gracing your features.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Ellie whispers, staring straight into your soul.
The way she said it made your heart race—there wasn’t a hint of a joke behind it; it was the pure truth that she spoke from that rough mouth of hers.
“How about you show me instead?” You suggest
Ellie pushes the box to the ground, taking its place in between the two of you, cupping your face in her calloused hands, and kissing you as if it were the last you’d ever share. She poured all of her love and adoration for you into that one kiss.
And well, one thing led to another, and lets just say Ellie got what she wanted before she found out what the real surprise was ;)
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