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yawnderu · 5 months

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K-9 — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Chapter IV

Sick as a dog, and just as vicious.

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What's a Lieutenant if not someone you can use as a stress reliever

Being a gifted medic comes with free rewards

You weren't the only one catching up on some sleep. Simon was awake throughout Johnny's entire surgery despite having slept four hours the previous night, wanting to be available in case you needed his help, finally getting some much-needed rest after being practically forced by Price.

He wakes up six hours later, a small groan escaping his lips at the light entering his window. His burly arm comes up to cover his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun.

''Fuckin' hell.'' He muttered, getting up from bed and putting on a black balaclava. Shit went down yesterday, with Johnny almost dying, and Makarov is now free, able to continue killing civilians until they're finally able to catch him. At the very least, his best friend is alive and stable last time he visited.

Simon leaves his room, walking to the cafeteria to get a bottle of cold water and a few granola bars before heading to your quarters, knocking on the door softly in case you're asleep. No reply. He knows better, but... what if something happened to you? He uses the pathetic excuse to justify his actions, hand turning the doorknob carefully before stepping inside, footsteps surprisingly quiet for someone his size.

What a fucking sight. He stared at your sleeping figure for a while, taking in the details of your face when it wasn't pulled into a scowl or a bored expression, a small smile tugging on his lips at how peaceful you look before he realized how creepy he was being. He shook his head softly as if to snap out of it, putting the water bottle and granola bars before turning away to try and leave.

Try, because a much smaller hand wrapped around his wrist, almost making him flinch because of how sudden it was. He looks down at you only to find your eyes boring into his, tugging him closer by the wrist. A confused Simon followed like a lost dog before his feet rooted on the ground in front of your bed, giving you a questioning look with his eyes.

''Come lay with me.'' Your voice is much gentler than usual, laced with something he can't quite recognize yet. Simon knows better, really he does, but who is he to question the medic he's been pining on for months? He hesitantly removes his boots and climbs into bed with you, keeping a respectful distance despite his behemoth frame taking over half of the bed. His muscles tense up when he feels you cuddling up to him, being a painfully fitting piece against his body.

''What are you on bout, doc?'' You don't reply, simply examining his eyes for any hints of hesitation. You find nervousness, curiosity, doubt, and even the smallest hints of fear, but no hesitation at all. Your hand sneaks up to the bottom of his balaclava, pulling it all the way off before your lips crash into his hungrily. It takes him a few seconds of pure confusion before he kisses back, arms wrapped around your waist, and whatever questions he has on why you're doing this all of sudden pushed to the back of his mind.

Your hands grab at anything they can reach— muscle, skin, hair... anything, holding onto his much bigger body like a lifeline, his warm hands running up and down your back. He has fantasized about this moment so many times, yet the real thing is so different in a good way.

''Tell me I can touch you, bird.'' You simply nod your head and try to go back to kissing him, but he pulls away, gently squeezing your waist to make you look at him.

''Use your words.'' His words are almost pleading, wanting to make sure you want the same thing.

''I want you to touch me, Simon.'' Not a second passes before his lips are back on yours, tongues wrapping around each other's as his hands start to drift down, grabbing a handful of your ass. His touch is so desperate it almost makes you laugh, one of your hands sneaking down his shirt and feeling him up, defined muscles flexing under your touch. His slightly shaky hands fumble with the button of your jeans, breaking away from the kiss just to look at you and make sure you still want it. The half-lidded look you give him is enough confirmation, pulling down your jeans and getting on his knees, between your legs.

"Been wanting to do this since I saw ya." He confesses, too excited for his fantasies finally coming true to even feel remotely bashful about his words. He lifts up your shirt enough to reveal your tummy, gentle kisses planted on every single inch of skin his lips can reach as he slowly descends, planting open mouthed kisses over your clothed cunt.

"Fuck—" Your back arches at the feeling, eyes screwed shut as your hand goes to the back of his head, pushing him closer. His tongue is warm and wet, saliva mixing in with your growing arousal. He pushes your panties to the side, looking down at your gleaming pussy before digging in, tongue lapping the wetness before he latches onto your cunt, sucking and licking away like a starved man.

"You taste s'fucking good." He praises before going back down, the flat of his tongue moving around your cunt before slowly going inside, your whiny moans and hands gripping his short hair are all the encouragement he needs. He latches onto your clit next, long fingers teasing the entrance of your cunt, spreading your arousal all over them before he slowly enters you with one.

His fingers are thick and long, whiny moans escaping your lips as he adds a second one, making scissoring motions as he fucks his fingers deeper and deeper into you, tongue alternating between licking and sucking on your clit before hesitantly letting go.

"Sit on my face." It's not even a request, it sounds like a plea, though you quickly listen to his words for the first time ever, cunt hovering above his face as soon as he lays back down. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing the plush and pulling your body down to his face, eating you out like a starved man. His hands let go of your ass to unbuckle his belt, barely having the strength to pull his hard cock out of his jeans, eyes closing as he focused on the dual sensation of pleasuring you with his mouth and pleasuring himself with his hand, pre staining his fingers as his hand moves up and down his shaft faster.

"Fuck— Just like that, Si." Si. You never call him anything other than Simon. Sometimes Ghost, when you're needed during missions and hang around them in the helos, but the way you say his name... so much affection, even if it only comes from making you feel good. He's pathetic— God, he knows he's being pathetic, cock twitching in his hand at the idea of you reciprocating his complex and strange feelings for you, ropes of thick cum shooting out into his hand and stomach, a low growl coming out of his lips as he squeezed his cock dry of cum.

He focuses solely on you now, tongue swirling and flickering all over you, his clean hand coming up to rub your clit with his thumb while he assaults your dripping wet cunt with his lips and tongue. Your hands go down to his head, fingers pulling on his short hair while you use his face to feel good, getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Si, I'm gonna cum—" But he doesn't stop. Hell, his thumb moves even faster over your sensitive bud, tongue-fucking your pussy as deep as he can until he can feel your body shaking on top of him, thighs closing in on his head and squeezing as the intensity of your orgasm washes over you, his waiting mouth taking in all your juices, lapping at them greedily until you pull away from the stimulation, shaky legs managing to position yourself next to him, head against his chest.

"You hear that? Price is calling you." You lie, unable to contain the smirk on your lips as he flicks your nose.

"Piss off, doc." His burly arms wrap around you, a loud groan of protest escaping your lips when you realize you're forced to cuddle with him.

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shigayokagayama · 1 year

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Uh Oh I Thought About The Music In The Finale Too Hard And It Started Bothering Me Again

ok so aside from one of my favorite scenes in the entirety of mob psycho getting cut from the last episode, a decision which will haunt and torment me until my dying days, my biggest issue with the last episode was always the music and i think ive been able to finally pin down a coherent explanation as to why

disclaimer: i am not a music expert. i was in choir in middle school and i like listening to people who actually know about music talk about music, but this is not a professional opinion so take it with a grain of salt

so first, 99 playing during reigen running towards mob. my problem with this is less the song choice and more that the anime decided to completely change the tone of the entire scene. like, 99 works perfectly for the hype exciting scene they were trying to create! i just dont think this scene should have been hype and exciting. this isn’t a “music is tonally inconsistent” problem so much as a “tone is inconsistent with events unfolding” problem so im not going to put much focus on it.

what IS tonally inconsistent though is the next track that plays after it (timestamped)

this scene is supposed to be not just the reveal that reigen is okay but the reveal that dimple, a character who we’ve spent the last six episode thinking was dead, is alive! and the music they chose is so... sinister??? wouldn’t something more triumphant or energetic fit here??? i get that it has to segway into a really emotional song next so it can’t be too upbeat but wouldnt something like this maybe fit better??? it’s another song associated with dimple possessing someone who isn’t especially powerful to let them achieve something they normally wouldn’t, it’s pretty dramatic, it’s exciting, it has kind of an emotional through line in the back of it with the violins???

the next song is perfect. no notes. the second i heard it in the mob character trailer before season 3 dropped i was like “oh theyre going to use that for reigen’s confession” and i was 100% right. in fact, this song being so perfect for this scene is what makes the next song choice so confusing.

huh? what? why???? on the elementary school level of “well this is labelled mob’s theme and this is mob’s moment of self acceptance so it has to go here” i can maybe understand but it is the most jarring tonal whiplash i have ever felt watching a television show. this is music that we normally here when mob is fighting an enemy, this is supposed to gear us up for conflict. it does not fit the bittersweet catharsis of mob accepting his whole self at all.

ive seen two different edits with different soundtracks i prefer, one with “Passing my heart, I'm getting bigger” (at least im pretty sure thats what its called? すれ違う心・大きくなったなぁ?) and one with “Mob’s Kindness”. personally, i feel like mob’s kindness would be the best option. for one, one of them already played at an emotionally climactic moment during the final episode last season so it might be a bit weird to do it a second time. second, for when we last heard “mob’s kindness” it actually fits really well with this scene on a couple different levels.

just the title of the song on its own fits with the scene. it’s the first time mob really extends kindness towards himself rather than trying to repress it or smother it in guilt and self loathing. we also have to consider the last place it was used and how that echos this scene. the first time we hear mob’s kindness is in season 2 episode 1, following the line “i made the decision to consider my feelings more”, a line which fits really well with what the “100% shigeo kageyama” moment is trying to get across. “shigeo kageyama” is mob’s repressed power and, more relevantly, his repressed emotions that he’s been bottling up for years now. “mob” flaking apart and forming “shigeo” also kind of visually echos emi’s novel getting ripped apart and brought together again by mob’s power, so that’s another little mirror between these two scenes. mob putting emi’s novel back together is the first time we see him using his powers for another person, not to save them from any sort of threat, but just as an act of simple kindness. it’s the beginning of a realization he has during the mogami arc, these powers arent just a burden, he can use them to help people. and he doesn’t even need to limit it to that, he can just use them to express himself and have fun because they aren’t just tools that can be used, they’re a part of him.

#i feel like i lost the plot a bit writing the last paragraph but whateverrrrr #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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A/N ::: *scratches neck* I'd like to promise you all that this is going somewhere. I'm trying my hardest.

C/W ::: Fighting between Kats and F!reader, general bad feels.

WC ::: Under 800

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part IV

You stayed at Katsuki's apartment for another couple of hours, both of you just sitting on the couch in near total silence. You wanted to talk. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. He wouldn't get it. You wouldn't be able to find the words that would make him see why you had to go.

It was the middle of the day when you finally stood up and went to the bedroom. You pulled the drawer open and looked at your clothes. They smelled like him. Like the two of you. It was a mixture of his natural scent and whatever laundry detergent you both used. It was a smell that you didn't think you'd ever get out of your nose.

You took a deep breath and grabbed handfuls of shirts, pants, bras, underwear. You shoved them into your bag and walked out to the kitchen, where Katsuki was standing over the sink. He didn't look up at you. He was looking down at the key in his hands. You could see his eyes were red and swollen. He had been crying, or trying his hardest not to.

He looked up at you and nodded. "You feel better now?" Katsuki asked you. You stood there, eyes and arms wide, holding all of the stuff you gathered up and put in your bag.

"W-what do you mean, do I feel better now? Of course I don't. Why the fuck would I feel better?" You had no idea why he was asking you that. But you were very in tune with him, still, and had a feeling that he was about to explain the reason behind his question. Though it really felt more like an accusation.

Katsuki shrugged and turned back to the sink, running his fingers through his hair, ruffling the top of it like he always does when he's pissed about something. "Well, I don't know. Sometimes you act like you're the only one who has shit they want to run away from. Like you're the only little princess in the world who's got shit on her plate that she don't wanna eat. You think I don't wanna run away? Well, news-fuckin'-flash, darlin'. I fuckin' want to." He was almost yelling.

Your shoulders slumped at his words. "Is that ... that's what you think? That I don't want to eat something on this plate of life and I'm just scooping it off into the garbage and then fishing around for dessert? Y'know, you have a lot of fuckin' nerve comin' at me like this. Insinuating that I'm selfish. You had a fucking bed built into the wall of your shiny new office -"

"That's my job, y/n! It's a part of my goddamn life. A huge part! Why can't you differentiate between my job and my personal lif-" He started.

"Because YOU couldn't! Katsuki, Jesus. You were the one that couldn't turn your cell off at dinner. And that's when you were home for dinner. There were times you didn't come home for days at a time. Why wasn't I a huge part of your life? Don't you start in on that shit about how I didn't know how to separate the two. I can separate plenty." You put your hand over your mouth at the explosion of words that came.

"Yeah," he huffed. "I can see that." He said, sounding so defeated it broke your heart all over again. "Meanwhile, I'm here, holding shit together. Cleaning up the shrapnel of your goddamn collateral damage. I'm not the one who hurt you. You're a selfish brat. When the spotlight isn't on you for 5 seconds, you throw a hissy fit and move on." He was throwing his arms around now. You could see that eternal fire burning out of control in his eyes.

"I'm ... what the fuck. I'm selfish? I'M selfish?! And what collateral damage? What shrapnel are you having to clean up? I'm pretty sure that I left no mess in my wake." Your eyes were narrowed so much you could barely see him anymore.

"Oh, you left a mess all right. A fuckin' tsunami leaves less damage than you." He laughed a little at his analogy but quickly sobered up, letting the smile subside to make room for his classic scowl.

"A tsunami?" You repeated, incredulous. "Are you fucking kidding me? What did I do to deserve that comparison? I was the one who was always here for you. I was the one who went out of my way to make sure you had a warm meal to come home to. And half the time you didn't even call to tell me you weren't going to be home when you thought you'd be or that you weren't going to be home at all."

You wanted to slap him. You wanted to wipe that stupid scowl right off of his stupid face. But he was always 2 steps ahead of you. He knew your tells. What your breaking points were. Katsuki always saw them coming from a mile away.

You started to cry. You couldn't believe that this is where you'd ended up. That this was the final scene in your love story.

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broooooo · 1 year

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Let's see what I can do hear... Hmmm

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I'm Daniel a basic guy walking back from collage, skinny, long blond hair, oversized hoodie, sweats and an old pair of sneakers

I took a shortcut back to the apartment, the path is a mostly unused messy road behind the first houses

As I walk past I notice something strange, a suitcase covered in dirt on the side of the road,

Since no one's around, I go to explore it, I open the case, I'm suddenly enveloped in the strong smell of grass, dirt, bo, beer and cum?. I look inside to find a mangled football kit , a jock strap, socks, tights, shorts , jersey, helmet, padding , a pair of cleats and wait... Is that a unopen bottle of beer?

Damn, why would this be hear? These items are expensive, dk why it would be hear, it's well used too . But smells rank, the beer is strange to.

I look around, no one's around, and cars don't normally go this way.

Fuck it, I'm trying this on. My heart's beating with excitement. Iv always been curious to what the kit feels like, since I never did sports

Let's hope it fits

Next to wall on the side of the road I start to strip and try on the kit,

The socks are crusty and hard on the soal, the jock in hard as rock, the strap Is crusty, all smells of a cum and sweat, I continued, the tights sloppily go, then the padding, straps, shoulder armour, gloves , jersey, then then the cleats, the kit doesn't fit very well and now I reak of cum and sweat, I decide to open up the beer bottle and talk a gulp, for the full experience

Suddenly I felt warm, my entire body was burning up, I felt dizzy , I start to shake and go blank

My body is slowly growing and gaining muscle, the leg muscles now tree trunks fell out the tights and socks to the max, my stomach goes hard with washboard cum gutter abs, hard pecks with a huge chest, my arms bloom and harden into mountains, and shoulders expand all filling out the Jersey and armour, tight as hell, the gloves now squeeze my now rugged hand, all scrapped and hardened from the gym and the field ,

My neck thickens and hardens , my chin and jaw change into a more jocklike shape, with a chinstrap beard, my hair changes into a pretty boy qwaf.

The feet now fully fit the cleats, almost to much

Finally, my body. Moves to put chug the beer and put on the healmet

When that happened, I go fully blank

My dick is now hard as a rock now 12 inches and the size of a beer can, my mind starts to change my thoughts are going into my golf ball balls. I start to jerk of hard

I drool, my memories change into me always being a jock, a football jock, majored in sports and on the team, me and the bros play ball and fuck pussy, ehe. We chuck beers and fuck pussy, and fuck eachother, no homo bro... Ehhee

Yeah broo

I am a ...

I ..a .m a .... Foo.t ball..

Bro, I am

I am a dumb football jock, ,

I Burst, globs of cum on the wall, my old self now gone, I cum some more, and I cum some more, incredibly horny. My mind starts to returns, now my fully formed jock self

Woah.. broo, that was a big load, gotta tell de bros bout dis one hehe.

I put my dick back into my jock and secure the pants.

Damn im still so horny . Im gon a..

I cum again inside jock strap, pooling up and dripping down my leg ,

Eheh I need to find a bro or a vag before I waste it all

Glad I have this beer with me .hehe, I chug the rest and throw it away into a pile of clothes on the road.

Damn someone going stripping?, Sounds like a blast

At that, my dick still hard, I go to the locker room for some... Help

I am Dan ,a dumb football jock bro . Heheh

Don't you forget it bro

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violetwitch12087 · 24 days

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Hi!! Can I please request an angst fic about Kit Walker and a female reader, with both being patients in Briarcliff? Specific plot entirely up to ur imagination. Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes i love this idea so much thank you for requesting my love mwahhh🫶 also sincere apologies i have not been active at all😰

Also warnings: mentions of racism, physical altercation, mentions of murder, punishment by cane, and mentions of attempted sewerside as well as SH 🙀

You and kit both got sent to the asylum but kit ends up getting into an altercation and you take the blame, making him feel bad and you both eventually end up telling each other what happened to get into the asylum

Innocent (kit kit bo bit banananana fo fit fe fi mo mit kit)

Kit groans as water is thrown at his naked body harshly he finally gets 'clothes' to put on and he gets sent to the common room an angry and confused look on his face i watch as he walks past everyone there seems like theres something different in him but i cant put my finger on it, i watch as he looks around the room unsure and confused, i watch his every move, wondering if i should try to talk to him or help him

He aimlessly wanders around the room he walks over to the record player and i notice hes about to turn the song off, i take one last hit of the cigarette bud in between my fingers before pressing the red hot bud into a tray the smoke burning out, i stand up and walk over to him, gently grabbing his arm, he turns to me quickly, looking confused at me

"come over here, you don't wanna turn that song off" i say, gesturing over to the couch i was sitting on, he hesitantly walks over to me, unsure if he should trust me, i sigh and sit on the couch, he sits down next to me "you're new here right?" I ask turning to him and he nods "yeah, i am" he says and i nod, "you don't seem to be out of it or anything, why'd they throw you in here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me "its... a long story.." i nod, not wanting to pry

"well be careful, that song stays on for as long as me and you are here, they'll go crazy without it, trust me ive learned all the rules the hard way, and sister jude doesn't mess around about anything, you'll be lucky if you walk out her office with only 5 wounds, getting the cane is not enjoyable unless youre into that sorta thing, i dont judge" i say, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well and see if i should befriend him or if hes actually crazy like the rest of the people in here, a slight small smile appears on the corner of his mouth but quickly vanishes "ill make sure to keep that in mind" he says, starting to slightly want to continue talking to me

A small smile comes onto my face but it goes away as soon as it came "good, if you have any questions just ask me alright?" I assure and he gives a small nod slightly unsure if he should trust me "also, before i forget, im y/n" i introduce myself and he nods "kit" he adds and i nod testing his name out on my tongue "kit... is it short for something?" he nods "yeah, maybe ill tell you in the future what its short for" he says and i slightly snarl playfully "oh so you're a tease?" I add and i see the corner of his mouth lift again "maybe"

i sigh and lean back in my seat, playfully rolling my eyes "then lets see how this plays out kitty" i call him a silly nickname i made up on spot and his lip tilts slightly more up "you're right, lets see" he sits back in his chair, maybe this won't be as bad as i thought...

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Kits been in the asylum for about a week or two and we've actually gotten closer which is surprising, i sit on the couch in the main room and kit walks over to sit next to me, just as kit is about to talk to me about something a big guy comes over and stands in front of us "arent you bloody face?" he snarls at kit and he quickly catches my attention, bloody face? "You dont know what you're talking about" kit snarls

"i heard you killed women yeah? and the last one was your wife, heard she was a colored woman, you couldn't handle the fact that people wouldnt accept you guys right? you hated the fact you were with a colored woman?" he tempts and kit quickly stands up and shoves the man, the man smirks and lifts his fist back before his fist collides with kits nose

I quickly rush over, grabbing the guy by the hair and attempting to pull him away making him wince and grab my wrist tightly, he twists my wrist and i wince out, quickly kicking him in the balls causing him to groan and bend over his legs pressed tightly together groans of pain escaping him, i turn to kit and quickly rush over to him attempting to clean the blood dripping from his nose when the doors open and sister jude comes walking in with some guards

i try to get kit from off the floor to act normal but its no use, the guards come over and detain all three of us, harshly grabbing our arms and wrists as they guide us to sister judes office, i know whats coming and i try to mentally prepare myself

We walk into the office and sister jude glares at us "what happened in there?" she snarls and kit tries to explain himself "that guy in there started it, he was tempting me" kit explains and she scoffs "no wonder you sinners get tempted so easily for too many things" she snarls and walks over to her case opening it, revealing her canes, she runs her fingers over the canes before picking one up, its a longer one with some leather on the handle "15 each." She says sternly and my eyes widen

She grabs kit and bends him over the desk, the back of his gown opens slightly revealing his ass, i watch as she lifts the cane and is about to swing it when i stop her "wait! no, its was all me, i tempted him, kit just got in the way, i swear!" I plead, taking the blame, i watch as she grabs kit and he stands up, he looks at me with an unexplainable look, one thats almost a mixture of confused and the opposite of relief and almost disbelief

Kit gets taken out of the room, looking at me with a pleading look, its not another moment until i find my face getting pressed against the desk, my dress getting pulled up to reveal my ass instead this time, til i feel a sharp sting on my ass, i wince out and another gets placed making me wince and grip the desk, another gets placed and more groans and winces escape me as i dig my nails into the wood and its not long till i take all 30 hits

Eventually i get thrown back out into the common room, my eyes seem slightly puffy and i walk over to kit, i go to sit down but wince when my bottom hits the seat, he looks at me with guilt and almost relief now "holy shit, y/n are you okay?" He asks and i nod "im fine, i swear" i half lie, and he places a hand on my shoulder and i meet his gaze "im so fucking sorry, you shouldnt have taken the blame, you should've let me, fuck im so sorry y/n" he apologizes and my gaze softens, i gently cup his cheek with one of my hands "im fine kitty, i promise." I reassure and he nods softly, his eyes soft like ive never seen before

"did you only get 15?" He asks and i shake my head "15 twice, so 30" i say and his eyes widen "fuck, no y/n theres no way you're possibly okay" he says and my thumb gently rubs against his cheek "i promise i am kitty, its not the first time ive gotten the cane okay?" He nods hesitantly before unexpectedly hugging me out of nowhere, i hesitate for a moment before hugging him back for a moment

I finally let go and sigh softly "it'll be okay kitty" i whisper and he nods "ill take your word.." he whispers and i feel something i havent in a while when i look into his eyes, but i quickly look away remembering what that guy said "uhm, was what that guy said true?" I ask softly and kit sighs slightly stressed

"no, i swear, ill tell you but you have to promise not to hate me or think im crazy after" he pleads and i nod, what could be so bad? "Okay, i promise kitty" he nods and hesitates for a moment before speaking "the night everything happened i was having a normal day, i was working at my gas station and dealing with assholes, i went home to my wife after getting fucked around with by my 'friend' and some of his pals, me and her were together until she went to go finish dinner for me and thats when i saw lights coming through the window" he says and my head tilts "lights?"

He nods "i thought it was my friend and his pals again, but it wasnt till i found myself getting thrown against the ceiling with everything else in my house, everything fell including me and i saw a big light, they took me, i dont know where or what they were, but i know that they werent human, they did something, I'm not sure what, i- i dont know what happened, next thing i know i find myself getting accused for murders i didnt and would never do, i would have never done that to my wife.." he finishes and im sat there half in shock

"i... actually believe you.." i whisper in disbelief and he looks at me in disbelief as well "you actually do?" I nod and he sighs in relief "i promise im not crazy, im gonna figure out what the fuck happened no matter what i have to do" he says and i nod "i-ill help." i blurt out without thinking and i see the corner of his mouth lift "really?" he asks and i nod "ill do anything to get the both of us out of here kit, i know we're both innocent.." he nods

"speaking of, what happened to get you in here?" he asks and i hesitate for a moment "u-uhm well, i guess it's only fair, but before i was admitted i had issues with anger issues and would snap at people without realizing causing people to dislike me, and i eventually got really depressed and my parents werent very good people, so one day when my parents werent home getting drunk after an argument i went into their room and grabbed pills from their restroom" i pause for a moment, a sigh escaping me as kit looks at me with sympathy

"i grabbed the pills and i took them all, i went to the kitchen and i was hurting myself and sobbing like an absolute mess, i still remember when the pills started to kick in and i started to regret it a lot, i could feel myself getting sick and my mouth drooling from the urge to throw up, i passed out on the floor and woke up with my parents above me, they said my mouth was starting to slightly foam and they took me to the hospital before sending me here because they couldnt and didnt want to handle me, i couldnt be trusted alone for really long time.." i finally finish talking, my gaze meets his and his eyes are filled with sympathy, he reaches out and grabs my hand catching me off guard

"you're doing great, im really proud of you for doing better now, despite the situation we're in" he admits and i feel something in my stomach, almost a fluttery feeling, are these...butterflies?

"t-thank you, kit.." i ask slightly in disbelief, used to getting called 'mental' or 'crazy' instead, he nods and gently squeezes my hand "i swear to do everything i can to help you and protect you y/n, i cant let myself let you get hurt" i look at him with soft eyes before abruptly hugging him once more, ive never felt like this towards someone, even outside the asylum

"dont worry y/n, we'll make it out of here together.." he reassures, "also, its kitson.." he says and i look at him confused "that's what kits short for, kitson.." he says and i find myself smiling slightly "cute name kitty.." maybe this wont be that bad...

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YIIPPPIIIEEEE I ACTUALLY MADE ANOTHER IMAGINE GUYS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF anywhooo i hope u enjoy im really really sorry with how long i took i have not been motivated at all for like a year until recently 💀 i was goin through shit n wasnt doin good mentally but im all good now and i have a sweet loving girlfriend so life is good chat im actually very happy trust.

#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x female reader #kit walker x reader #kit walker #kitson henry walker #evan peters ahs #ahs #ahs asylum #ahs imagines #kit walker imagine #mwah ily

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abimee · 9 months

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was trying to write a post but it just wasnt coming out how i liked it or conveying what i was thinking about the jist of it was that i was thinking about how i used my art as my only tool in isolation to think about things that people tried to teach me was ''wrong'' like being trans or having acne but of which i never understood why it was ''wrong'' as a kid, so i ran off to my secluded corner to draw up what i was thinking about and how i really struggled wanting to show what i was seeing because there was no tutorial or online tips or refferences on how to do things, i didnt have any icons i was looking up to because they were isolated and hidden from me for the exact same reason, so for a long time my art felt like it was me trying to ''call out'' into the darkness to an idea i could just barely see on the horizon but couldnt get to through the murky depths of isolation and being told that art has to be a certain way and people need to look a certain way in it

to finally getting to a point where i seemingly managed to grasp that idea and shine a light onto it and have the depths disappear and everyones voices fade out until all i could see was the image clear in my head, and i was able to draw what i wanted because i finally ''understood it'' --- and this is about a lot of things in my art, like discovering i was trans or letting go of my fear of having self harm scars or acne scars or gaining weight, or even just random bullshit like having red cheeks or crooked teeth or weird looking knees. like i grew up rooted in so much self hatred and around people who were so mean and judgemental and i felt like i couldnt even fit myself into the little box of expectation placed before me and my friends that even when i ran away to my art i felt like i was trapped by the will of the world around me with nowhere to go and no way to communicate my sadness, because above all else i really do think all i wanted when i was younger was for people to be happy and to be happy myself, but i felt like i was being strangled by the thoughts and ideals of those around me to even the smallest degree, like a passing judgemental remark about someones self harm scars or crooked teeth

so now that i can draw that and communicate a positive love for people, that everyone is amazing and that nobody is ''wrong'', that love ive had since i was a kid for the world around me and everyone i met, it feels really good!! i cannot explain how much it means to me that people let me draw this way and respond psoitively to it and are moved by it because it feels like ive been locked in a box all my life not knowing what to do or what i was thinking about, and someone finally opened up the box and let me out and showed me what it all means. does that make sense? i feel like my art was a gateway to recognizing my own identity and who i am and to tell me that its not Wrong to be a certain way, that the people i was raised around were not telling the truth, that i wasnt a failure or doing something wrong when my teeth yellowed beyond my control or acne started showing up on my skin, that it wasnt wrong to have mobility aids or be suicidal or gain weight

like when i look back at my old art i see younger me who was struggling with a lot and just wanting to understand what it all meant, and as i grew up and put my art out there i was shown that the world wasnt a mean and cruel place, that it didnt have to be, and it really allowed me to open up and draw more. this post makes about as much sense as my draft but i just wanted to say all of this to say THANK YOU to everyone who has supported me because it really does mean more than you will ever know in so many ways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if youve been here for a while you may have even seen how much happier i am now and how my art has developed as i got happier and its all because i know now that the world doesnt have to be cruel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thank you !!!!!! (^ old art i drew as a 15 year old as a thsank you)

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onmyknees4loak · 10 hours

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Teach me

Lo'ak x Reader

Warnings: (Lowkey stalker and sub lo'ak) Synopsis : (Lo'ak cant seem to take his eyes off of the girl who teaches his nephew.)

Playlist I listened to while making this

Reader's POV

"Good job muffin!!" Pxe'pe one of my youngest students finally gets her threading right. She runs off to show her mother.

I'm what Jake calls a babysitter but I like to think of myself as a teacher I mean that is what I do, people leave there kids with me while they attend to there duties and I teach them things like threading, scavenging, and even healing.

"miss miss miss" i hear a small voice from behind me and feel small hands on my leg, i turn around to be met with Kame'xar, one of my little ones.

"yes what do you need sweetie" i crouch down to be at his level

"i cut my finger" a little sob comes out as he holds his hand up, i see a small bright red cut nothing to serious but still it must hurt.

"oh no sweetie come on lets go fix that up for you" i extend my arms and pick him up, i start heading to the healing tent. i look down at his finger and as im looking away from in front of me i bump into a tall stiff figure. "Oh my eywa! I am so sorry" the figure turns around, i began to panic even more. The figure is Kame'xar's uncle.

"oh my goodness Lo'ak I apologize" i say hoping he wont notice the cut on his nephew's hand.

"oh no worries ...." he pauses trying to remember my name.

"y/n my name is y/n" i tell him.

"y/n... That's a beautiful name....Oh my god Kame'xar i didn't even notice you what's up bro, have you been crying what happened?"

He looks at me wondering what happened to his nephew,

"he cut his finger we were on the way to the healing tent to fix him up."

"oh well please let me walk you there its the least i can do" Lo'ak insists.

"I mean it is only right there but sure" we began walking to the tent which is already in sight.

Once we walk into the tent i set Kame'xar down on the floor and lower to my knees to grab the healing paste. I take his hand and gently rub the paste over his cut.

Kame'xar giggles "its c-cold!" he says in a fit of giggles.

"it is isn't it" i say laughing with him.

I can feel Lo'aks watching my every move. I stand up and turn around to Lo'ak.

"Well i should be getting Kame'xar back now." I feel Kame'xar put his now healed hand in mine and start pulling me to the opening of the tent.

"Thank you y/n, bye Kame'xar ill see you at dinner" lo'ak says waiting for us to leave.

"Bye" me and Kame'xar say at the same time.

As were walking I can't help but to keep thinking about Lo'ak everyone says he,s a bad influence and all he does is get in trouble but he seems so sweet and caring- ok y/n snap out of it he didn't even know your name and you got more important things to worry about.

Lo'ak's POV

'y/n.....y/n how have i never seen her around surly i would have noticed someone that beautiful. She's so different there's just something soothing and pleasant about her.

I walk out of the healing tent and start heading to our family tent,

Oh eywa i can't get that beautiful women out of my head. I need to see her again. I change my direction and start heading to where i know neteyam drops Kame'xar off every day. As i get closer i can hear the sound of children laughing getting louder, shes so good with kids. I hope to make her laugh like that one day.

I see my girl with kids running around her, there playing a game. I keep my distance and sit on a log where others are sitting and eating fruit.

I just sit there and watch her teach and play with the kids for hours. I turn away any time she looks in my direction hoping she doesn't realize that ive been sitting here for hours.

She would never want a guy like me an outcast.

Reader's POV

I finish putting up all the kids threading projects keeping them safe for tomorrow.

"Good Bye Vaylen! I'll see you tomorrow" now all the kids have gone home for the night, and i can start heading home. i turn around to start walking in the direction of my tent when i see Lo'ak sitting looking at me when he realizes I'm looking at him he turns his head the other way. Now that i think about it he has been sitting there since i got back from the healing tent.

'Should i go talk to him?' i ask myself 'I should.'

I start walking over to him with a smile on my face, he notices me coming over and i can see his body tense up.

"Hey Lo'ak what are you doing here?" i come to a stop in front of him.

"Oh i w-was ju-just uh chillin yk" he stutters over his words.

'my god, he's so cute, i want him stuttering over his words while i ride him' omg! what the fuck is wrong with me why would i think that.

I think he could tell i just got surprised with myself.

'y/n? Are you okay?" he asks as he stands up getting closer to me.

I can feel the tension in the air as his face is suddenly a few inches from mine.

"Yeah im good" i see his eyes move down to my lips as he licks his own.

He leans in intel our lips meet and he begins kissing me, i kiss back and start getting a little more aggressive i bring my hand to the back of his head and put my fingers through his hair lightly pulling.

"mMm" Lo'ak lets out a whimper/moan.

I pull away and bring my hand down " i cant do this Lo'ak im sorry" i look down to my feet.

"Why not baby?" he asks pushing hair behind my ear.

"What would people think if they found out, im not trying to be mean but your kinda know as a bad boy yk, and i dont want people to not trust me with there kids im sorry"

I turn around to leave and i feel him grab my hand and pull me back.

"Then Teach me, teach me how to be a good boy"

#Spotify #loak x reader #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak fluff #lo'ak smut #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x tsireya #kiri #atwow #avatar the way of water #spider #fanart #x reader #sub lo'ak

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rockmanzero11 · 3 months

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Finally picked up my tablet and made something, been a while, I dont even think i even showed off this sona i have on here (dont feel like checking ethier lol) I have some other stuff i wish to say but ill put it in the readmore, Happy valentines day friends!

💙

Wow Still here? Not that im complaining.

Truth is, for a long loong time in this fandom ive been too insecure about my own content i made/ want to make for this fandom. silly i know, Even after getting medication and proper help with anxiety . i never really interacted with the fandom the same. just out of some fear that knawed at me when i even thought of my own characters or visons. yet when i posted nothing i felt like a poser. Hence i focused more on my own stories cuz no one could tell me how to make my own characters in my own story after all!

yet it still knawed at me. As i rember sweeping my love for X-series and megaman ships i enjoy under a methaphorical rug to try to fit in more. and feeling guilty for even enjoying them in the first place.

This is very obviously not healthy at the slightest, and after some mindful consideration. ive decided on what i want to do.

that is..

I WANNA DO WHAT I WANT!

I WANT TO ENJOY THIS FRANCHISE AGIAN!

I SHOULDN'T GIVE ANY MORE SHITS ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK!

WHO CARES IF THEY DONT LIKE IT? IM DOING THIS FOR MYSELF AND MY FRIENDS!

..and so on and so fourth!

I guess this is a announcement that im gonna be more active in this fandom and do more things? amd make my own stories too? I guess so!

There is one last thing i want to say, and its to all my mutals and friends, ya know who you are you nerds. I just wanted to say, Thank you for dealing with my nonsense. Seriously i know i can be annoying or overwhelming at some points no need to hide it. You guys are the reason i pushed for self improvement not just in art but in personal growth s well. I could have not been the person i am today without yall, and i cant wait to laugh with you agian.

In a way, You are like my crew! but im not gonna use pirate methaphors.

Okay this is getting quite long but ill get to my piitn

Thank you for everything, Happy valentines day yall, drink some water, Take care of yo self, and i (platonically) love yall

ciao!

#megaman #oc tag #original character #mega man #rockman #rock man #megaman x #rockman x #sona

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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best friends | pt2 | Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

part 1 to this ↪ requested by @beanbagbitch

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪ you and klaus are best friends, although your friendship has been hidden for 3 years you spend every single day together. One day you get into an accident and Klaus goes to visit you in the hospital unbeknownst to him you knew about his secret the whole time.

warnings / other notes ↪

"so not only is she your friend, she knows we are vampires" Elijah whispers to Klaus "she has vampires following her, that my main issue. Whoever it is wont be able to see once I've plucked out their olives and eat them like olives." Klaus says angrily.

"As much" I say in a sluggish tone "no olives" raising my finger at them "right" Klaus says ripping the IV off my arm "OW" I yell, Elijah covers my mouth with his hand "don't yell, it will only make this more suspicious." he says and I nod.

Elijah removes his hand from my mouth "Now we will take you back, we will drive around until you tell me, tell us what he looks like or what his car looks like. We will move on from there." Klaus grabs me in his arms.

"Well his car would be thrashed by now." I mumble, the room spinning with each sudden movement caused by Klaus.

"Excuse me sir, we still have some things to check out on this lady." A male nurse walks up to Elijah and Elijah compels him "you attended to this young lady and are sure that she was fit enough to return home, if asked for evidence say you must have misplaced it. You have no recollection of me or this man and say she walked out fine." He says.

"That's alot of talking." I say, the room still spinning "it is, isn't it." Klaus says as we rush past the people into the elevator.

"Whats it like, being you know. Old." I say as Klaus puts me down, still holding me up by resting my arm over his shoulder "It's fascinating, you should try it when you stop trying to kill yourself all the time." he huffs.

We get tot he car and he places me in the backseat, buckling my seatbelt before biting his wrist and shoving it in my mouth. I fuss trying to push his wrist away but failing since he was far stronger but before I could blink the effects of the drugs had worn off and I was no longer injured or drugged.

"well that was fun." I mumble "I don't like these clothes, can we stop somewhere and get new ones, preferably my house." I say to them and they turn back "no. you have only got blood." Klaus refuses before turning back and starting the car.

"oh I'm sure you would have enjoyed the crime scene then, there was alot of blood." I retort rolling my eyes, staring out the window afterwards.

We drove for the rest of the day, until it hit night. Then we arrived in New Orleans and coincidently one of the first people I spot, was the guy.

"HIM" I yell giving the original vampires a jumpscare "jesus christ." Elijah clears his throat, I wind my window down "y/n dont y/n dont" Klaus repeats "PUSSY" I yell, the guy spins around.

Luckily the windows were tinted, the guy storms toward the car in an anger fit "I thought I killed you." he says angrily, the car comes to a hault and as the guys fist comes directly to my face, it is stopped by the firm, strong hand of Elijah.

"Niklaus" Elijah says and Klaus huffs getting out of the car "I could have handled it, like i said y/n dont." Klaus glares at me before getting out of the car.

"Right, who here instructed you to kill her." Klaus says waving his hand around, they all cower away until Elijah rushes over and rips one of their hearts out watching as the body collapses to the ground.

"I do insist you answer his question or this body will not be the only one without a functioning heart." Elijah says adjusting his cufflinks.

"Marcel" the guy who had been following me for days finally said, I was still sat in the car. "Marcel?" I question them, I thought Marcel had been friends with them after that whole take over thing.

"He said he found something, s-something that had meaning to you. Leverage." the guy stammers on his words as he runs towards his friends.

"Leverage." Klaus scoffs "can you believe that?" Klaus spins around to ask me "Kind of, like I said word gets around." I mumble to him and Elijah gives me a death stare.

"Right, well if word gets around so much, give marcel this word, along with this head." Klaus says slapping one of the men's head off with ease, looking at his satisfied art work as the body hit the ground twice as fast as the head did.

"y-y-yes sir" a vampire nods before both Elijah and Klaus get back in the car "satisfied?" Klaus asks me "I didn't say to kill the guy, then again i didn't expect anything less." I mumble.

Klaus drives off, speeding towards his house. Klaus was angry, more like heated. I could basically feel his anger radiating off his body like this car was a sauna and he was the reason it was steamy.

I had no clue why he is as angry as he currently is, but then I had no authority to ask him because I was the human. That's what always came to mind when he was mad, or because his brother was currently in the car and he won't tell me anything because of his tough persona. Which I suppose was ruined in a way when Elijah finally met me.

The car stops in front of the Mikaelson's house "why are we here? I thought you were dropping me off home." I say confused poking my head out of the window.

"well you've met my brother, why not meet the rest of our family." he says with a smile and I look around, the house was filled with noise and light. I had never been to the house when it was this optimistic or bright.

"Klaus you don't have to-" "Well I'm certainly not taking you home, you might accidentally run into a wall" he looks at me dully, cutting me off "you're meeting them." Elijah agrees with Klaus "i regret everything." I say unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out of the car.

I try to run off in the opposite direction, looking back only to notice Klaus had disappeared. Then I was stopped in my tracks falling into a pair of arms, Klaus.

"you're my best friend, you'll have to meet them some day. Whether the cause of it was because I brought my brother along or not." he whispers.

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 years

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Fic: Where the Crossroads Meet, Part I

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Fandom: The Great Wall

Ships: Pero Tovar x you/reader (cishet female)

Tags/warnings (chapter specific): Fear of assault (lonely woman, strange man)

Words: 1,630

Summary: You lead a quiet life on the outskirts of society, tending to the needs of your garden and animals. One spring evening, a fearsome stranger with a scar over his left eye comes knocking on your door in search of food and shelter.

It is the time of sowing, when the dark, rich earth has finally warmed up enough for the least fragile of seeds. You have spent the day carting dung from the cowshed and turning it into the soil of your vegetable garden. Your young body jubilant in the repetitive motions of swinging the hoe, your mind relishes the physical labour and excitement as well as anxiety about the coming season. Will you be granted the summer you sorely need to make your garden flourish, so that you can feed yourself during the winter months? You whisper a blessing to each seed you drop into the little hole in the ground before lovingly covering it with soil. You sing as you water the tidy rows, already imagining the vulnerable sprouts that soon, gods willing, will burst through the hard shell of their seeds and push up towards the light.

As the air turn blue with the evening settling in, you milk your three cows whose winter-lean frames are already looking fuller as their diet is enriched with fresh grass. You feed the chickens and bar the door to the shed before taking what little milk you have received back to your cottage. Putting a couple of logs on the fire before preparing your humble dinner, you smile against the last light of the evening. Every day, the sun sets a little later, the evenings get a little warmer, a little longer. The darkness seems less compact. You feel energy buzzing inside you, despite the hour and the long day of physical labour. Spring has that effect on you.

When your meal has been taken and you’re clearing the table, you suddenly hear the snorting of a horse. Shortly after, there is a heavy knock on the door. You’re instantly on edge. You don’t get a lot of visitors, and even less so in the evenings. This is most certainly not anyone from the village, and travellers are potentially dangerous.

You grab a knife and hold it steadily in your hand as you go to the door and first peek out through the small hatch in it. In the gathering dark outside is a man, weatherworn and dressed in leather armour. There is something feral about him that makes you certain that you should not under any circumstances open the door for him.

“There is nothing of value here,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice from betraying your wildly beating heart. “And I don’t have room for guests.”

“I have dried meat to share,” he grunts, “and my horse needs rest. We’ll both be happy in the barn.”

Barn, that’s a big word for the shed that shelters your animals. They might accept a horse in there with them, but certainly not a man.

“There’s no room,” you state again.

“I won’t touch you,” he says brusquely. “I just need a roof over my head for the night. I’ll be gone by dawn.”

You don’t know why, but you close the hatch, unbolt the door, and open it. The man fills up the entire doorframe, blocking out the evening light, and for a heartbeat, you fear that you’ve made a terrible mistake. He’s dirty, scowling, and has a scar over his left eye, and there are dark stains on his leather armour that you’re certain is blood.

“Thank you,” he mutters. “Can I have some water to wash myself with?”

You nod mutely as you let him in. He smells of the road; leather, dust, horse. So different from what you are used to: soil, flowers, cows. He wears a sword strapped to his back and you can feel the hum of the cold steel. When he turns around and gestures towards his horse, you see that there are, in fact, two blades in the same scabbard. One hilt points up towards his right shoulder, the other down at his left hip.

“Can my horse fit in with your livestock?”

“I’ll take care of that,” you tell him immediately. “The cows don’t like strangers.”

You slink past him, careful not to get too close, and grab the horse’s reins.

“There’s hot water in the cauldron over the fire,” you inform the man before you lead his horse to the cowshed. The cows are anxious about the strange animal but as soon as you have taken off the saddle and bridle, and brushed the horse down, they relax. You give the horse some hay to eat and check on your animals one last time, avoiding the inevitable return to your cottage. You are uncomfortable to say the least, regretting your decision to let the man stay. Gods alone knew what he would do come nightfall.

When you eventually leave the cowshed, you see the man outside your front door. He has carried out your washbasin, put it on the bench beside the door, and is washing his naked upper body with a washcloth.

You stop and stare at his scarred skin stretching taut over hard muscles. It is not your first time seeing a man with no shirt on, but you have never seen a man quite like this before. This is a warrior, and a lethal one at that. Carefully, you come closer. He looks up at you, something wary in his eyes, like he is always ready to be attacked.

“Do you need to treat any wounds?” you ask him, averting your eyes from his naked chest. He shakes his head no, and you incline yours in what could be interpreted as a nod, before hurrying past him and into the cottage. Heart pounding, you take out what food you can share, lay the table for him, then busy yourself by the fire as he comes in. He quickly pulls his dirty shirt back on.

“Left the water in the basin,” he mutters. “In case you have to reuse water.”

That is unexpected. You gesture at the table, inviting him to sit down.

“I don’t have much,” you remind him as he grabs his pack and pulls out dried meat, wrapped in leather.

“It’s fine.”

You go out to empty the basin into the barrel where you collect rainwater for your crops. If the summer is warm and dry, you sometimes need to preserve water, but so far you have not had to do it yet this season. You are a little surprised that the stranger thought of it.

Dusk has settled over your garden, and you go back in, wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Your cottage consists of the kitchen and a small bedroom. There is nowhere else to sleep but the bed, and that’s the last place you want him.

He eats greedily and without speaking, his dark stare fixed on the plate in front of him. When it’s empty, he burps behind his hand, and turns his divided gaze to you. You shrink under his scrutiny, and your hand goes to the knife in your skirt pocket.

“Thank you,” he grunts. “Is it okay if I sleep indoors?”

You meet his gaze, trying to gauge it, determine if he is a threat or not.

“I don’t have anywhere – “

“This is fine,” he cuts you off, making a gesture towards the chair he’s sitting on, and the table. “It’s warm here. I’ll be comfortable enough.”

You nod mutely as you clear the table and clean the dishes, your back turned to him. The silence between the two of you is thick and you wish once again that you hadn’t invited him.

When you’re done, he insists you take the last piece of dried meat. Not wanting to contradict him, you accept it and put it into your pantry.

Finally, you can no longer pretend that your long day hasn’t taken its toll on you. It’s dark outside, the fire is dying down, and you have no more chores.

“I have to sleep,” you say unsurely, not wanting to use the word bed in case it would give the stranger ideas. He merely nods, and crosses his arms in front of his chest, leaning back in his chair. His eyes close, and you take the opportunity to disappear into your bedchamber. You don’t undress but curl up in the far corner of your bed, the knife in your hand, the covers pulled up tightly as you fix your eyes on the closed door.

Your heart almost stops when you hear the chair legs scrape against the floor, then heavy boot steps move across the floor. Shortly after, the roar of the fire tells you it has been fed more wood. The steps move back to the table. Another scrape of wood against wood, and a while later: deep snores.

Slowly, you relax, and sleep takes you as well.

Warming rays of morning sun fall on your face. You blink your eyes open and stretch, frowning when your legs are constrained by your skirt.

The stranger.

You sit up despite your body being stiff from the uncomfortable position and listen intently for sounds. All you can hear is the call of your cows for their morning milking. You get out of bed and tiptoe to the door, carefully opening it.

The kitchen is empty with no trace of the visitor, except for a couple of coins on the table. You walk up to it and look at the currency, chewing your lower lip. It’s not a large sum, but larger than he would have had to leave for a little bread and a hard chair to sleep on. You collect the coins and put them away, grateful nonetheless. After having a drink of water, you open the front door and step out to a new spring day. Your chores soon wash away all thought of the stranger.

#my fic #the great wall fanfic #pero tovar #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x you

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rosewould · 2 years

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malice; jsc

words; 6.7k

genre; smut, fluff, a hint of angst and humor

warnings; mouth on titty (what do you call this), cunnilingus, penetration, unprotected sex (maybe one day I'll learn), public sex, s-happy ending

preface; Sorry this took me *reads paper* FOURTY WEEKS TO FINISH??? I kinda get discouraged and feel like I won't be able to end it well, so I put it off. However I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. Lemme know your thoughts!

Minjeong's name wasn't on the note, Yeri would never let her participate anyway. So why was she so eager to help? Maybe she heard about it through the grapevine and wanted to try herself. The thought made you uneasy.

"You deserve to be surrounded by people who love and cherish you..."

Does she actually care about you as a person or does she just want to clear her guilty conscience? She is still dating Hyunsuk, after all. Minjeong's proposal causes Sungchan to give you a worried look, but you flash him an assured smile. The last thing you needed was for him to worry about you.

She doesn't try anything throughout your first research session. She was surprisingly easy to work with. The two of you decided to take turns researching and recording the information.

"Google scholar says a lot of people cited this book, but it looks pretty daunting."

"Let me see," Minjeong turns the Chromebook toward her and skims through the pdf. "Ah! This is about the Beauvais Cathedral? I took a tour of the building during a trip to France, I think it's a great example of medieval stained glass. How about I read this book when I get home and take some notes? I think it could be worth our time."

You shrug, a bit intimidated by how thorough she was. "I don't see why not."

Take some notes she said. She damn near wrote another book. She flipped through pages and pages of notes. They weren't messy by any means, organized in a way that made the information easy to consume.

"Woah... I gotta say, you're doing all the work." You say, dazed as you analyze her neat handwriting.

"That's not true, you've been pretty good at finding reliable sources that fit the criteria." Minjeong assures, tilting her head to the side.

"Don't try to make me feel better." You close her notebook, letting her know that it looked great. Maybe this was her way of trying to break through. Your smile falters at her possible ulterior motive.

"Well, in that case, I would appreciate more help. Your notes are pretty good, but I find it difficult to find important details. Maybe you could organize them like mine or condense the information just to what you know we'll use." Minjeong is firm but not cold with her recommendations. All you can do is nod like an idiot. Though it takes you a couple of all-nighters, you take her criticisms. She made sure to balance every criticism with praise that seemed genuine. You couldn't tell if you were just bad at reading people, but you could no longer sense an ulterior motive.

"Here, I know it's getting difficult, but we're doing pretty well for ourselves." She hands you a cup of iced coffee. "The weather's heating up a bit and I know you like mocha lattes." Minjeong says the last bit with less conviction, knowing your past relationship is a sore topic.

"Thanks." You take the drink reluctantly. She didn't seem eager to do the favor and her apprehension didn't seem forced. Perhaps it was too soon, but something was screaming at you that this was okay for now. You told yourself that the first red flag you noticed, you'd build your walls back up just as quickly as you tore them down.

Plus, the coffee was much needed. You didn't have enough disposable income to get coffee every morning, and you also had your sculpture to worry about. The multi-faced design was challenging, but you decided to just go through with it.

"That's a pretty unique idea."

You expect the observation to come from Professor Kwon, but a masculine voice has you whipping your head in the direction of its owner.

"I thought you were Professor Kwon breathing down my neck again. What are you doing here? Not many students use the studio at this hour."

Sungchan presses his lips into a thin line as he walks toward you. "I actually work on my project every day around this time. I just do it in one of the empty rooms. More privacy and whatnot." He takes a closer look at your work and you're seriously getting deja vu.

"Haven't you noticed we go home at the same time most days?"

"I guess that is true." You chew on your thumbnail as his eyes scan your hard work with an emotion you can't read. "If you're gonna say you hate it, just say it already."

"No- it's just... I can't really grasp what you're trying to say." He takes a step back, taking in more of the sculpture.

"Something about welcoming different emotions, even the uncomfortable ones. I dunno, it's stupid-"

"I think it's creative. Everyone else I know is doing something easy and recognizable. Trying to get a good grade and go, which is understandable. But you're using your art as your outlet. Just like a true artist." He props his head up with his fist, eyes moving from your art to you. His words make your cheeks heat up and it annoys you. You roll your eyes at your predictability before focusing on anything else but him.

"Thanks. I think this helped a little bit."

Minjeong and Sungchan weren't even a part of this re-friending plan Yeri and Sana made, but you couldn't help but use it to navigate your relationships with them. Even if it turns out they don't have your best interest in mind, you want to at least give them a chance. Minjeong still being with Hyunsuk made it harder. Every time you saw them walk down the hallway together it made you uncomfortable. What if you and Minjeong become friends again and you have to watch her marry him? Are you supposed to sit there and pretend you don't think he's cancer personified? What if she stays friends with Eunji and you keep butting heads? What if she keeps them around because they're all she has left?

Maybe it was because of this plan thing and you promising to be more upfront with the people in your life, but you felt compelled to ask the question.

"Have you spoken to Minjeong yet?"

Sungchan goes stiff for a moment, brows furrowing. "No, why should I? I think that chapter's just over."

"You can't just rip the last few pages out and call it finishing a chapter."

The annoyance blooming on his beautiful features almost makes you falter, but you stay firm.

"You don't understand." He says dismissively.

"I do though, more than anyone in our friend group."

He knows this very well, but he still turns away from you. When you slide back into his field of vision he inhales deeply.

"I know more than anyone that it'll take a while to restore those pages, let alone finish them, but the time will pass anyway. Why not at least try?"

He still seemed a bit dismissive of your advice, but he started working on his art in the studio with you. Just like with Minjeong, you don't feel any warning signs blaring at you. As time goes by you feel more and more natural with the two of them. Less focused on scoping out ill will.

Though you were busy, you still made time out to pretend you had just met Sana and Yeri.

"You like Hello Kitty? Me too!" Yeri fails to hold in her laugh as she tugs at the charm dangling from your purse. Snorting, you twist your body back and forth to make it wiggle.

"I've loved Hello Kitty since I was a wee lad."

Yeri jumps at the chance to speak in a British accent. "Oi! Now you're talking bruv-"

"Hey! This is a serious exercise! You're supposed to find the root of your bond!" Sana snaps her head towards the two of you before continuing to look for some book in her packed bookshelf.

"She's right. The fact that we share a love for Hello Kitty really makes me happy because I don't meet many people who see her as a comfort character." Yeri switches back to her normal talking voice and punches your shoulder to dull the sappiness.

"That makes me feel good to hear that." You smile, reapplying the sappiness to her chagrin.

"You're really asking for a shiner now bruv." She holds her fists up as the accent comes back with a vengeance.

"Found it!" Sana drops from her tippy toes with a purple book in hand. "Do you remember when you lent me this freshman year?" She hands the book to you.

"Yes! Ah, I remember reading this now." You take the book and look at it fondly.

"I was going through a hard time because my childhood dog died, and you gave this to me. You said it helped you through a hard time. Before I knew it, I was already re-reading it. I didn't want to give it back because of how good it made me feel, but I thought that maybe you needed it to get through your own hard times. When you told me to keep it, it was a moment I'd never forget. I kept it on my coffee table to remind me to keep an optimistic outlook, but honestly, I just kept thinking about how thoughtful you were. It helped even more." The tenderness in Sana's expression made you drop the book and wrap your arms around her. She returns the embrace, squeezing your body until you can't breathe. You don't mind, keeping the hug going.

A ding is what saves you from suffocating to death.

"Oh! The cookies are ready!"

The date of your presentation was approaching rapidly. Your eyes were beyond dry and your blood was half caffeine thanks to Minjeong. You open your front door and she rushes in with two drinks in her hand. You smile gratefully, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Sorry I'm late! My manager made me stay longer since it got busy. I- god... I'm so-" Minjeong hurriedly sets the drinks on your counter, sending a frustrated hand through her much shorter hair.

"It's fine. It's understandable that you're a bit frazzled. It must be so difficult balancing a job and university."

She stays silent, opting to instead send you a thankful but apologetic look.

"Your hair looks amazing by the way. I think short hair suits you more." You find that the compliment comes naturally, and you feel warmth when she smiles.

"Thank you. Shall we get started?"

Despite the hiccup, everything went smoothly. The two of you achieved a surprising amount of progress in one day. It almost seemed as if she was pushing herself. "Are you okay? We don't need to rush this much."

"Yeah, but I want to get done as soon as possible, you know?" Minjeong laughs nervously. Her new haircut couldn't hide the fact that she wasn't getting much sleep. She knew she must've looked horrible. So much stress on top of not eating or sleeping well was doing her in. He wasn't looking at her like he used to...

"Are you really okay though?" You wanted to explain why you asked, but didn't out of fear of overstepping a boundary and deepening your relationship before you were ready.

Minjeong couldn't ignore how much she liked spending time with you. Even if it was just doing work. What she didn't like was how you could see through her lies. You had been through it before, after all. You were constantly dropping breadcrumbs that you knew Hyunsuk was sucking the life out of her.

"I'm..." She inhales, holding her breath for a moment. "Well, I think you know the answer." She exhales a laugh. "I know I'm not a good person, but you worrying about me still makes me feel good."

You wanted to deny that you were worrying about her, but it'd be especially challenging to do so without looking like a liar. So it was settled. You'd lend her a helping hand. Only because you couldn't stand seeing someone go through what you did. She says checking up on her makes her feel good, so you continue to do that. She brings you coffee and you make her food to ensure she's eating well. You walk and talk with her whenever you can, whether it's to and from class or walking home with her.

Everyone was always telling you how bad Hyunsuk was and that you just needed to break up with him already. It didn't help, it just made you feel more stupid about staying with him. It's inevitable that Minjeong will start to realize how horrible Hyunsuk is, and you know that what she needs is comfort during those painful times.

So you hold her hand as you walk her home, watching as she cried silently. You don't say anything, you just let her know that she's not alone. When you reach her house, the two of you stand there for a while. She cries to herself and continues holding your hand until she felt okay enough to go inside.

"Thank you for last night. I..." She trails off before chuckling, a hint of embarrassment flaring up inside her, "I would've never known how to ask for that."

"Don't even mention it. I know it's hard, but just know that the pain is a part of the healing process. Just like cleaning out a wound."

Minjeong brushes her hair behind her ear with a small smile. "What I said has got to be true."

You look at her questioningly as she shuts her laptop.

"If you could help me, someone who hurt you, imagine what you could do for someone who's been hurt in the same way."

"You guys did a great job on the research. We all did great." Yuto smiles genuinely. You can tell he's just happy you and Minjeong are getting along. You hate to admit that his stupid scheme worked out in the end. It feels better when you tell yourself that fixing you guys' relationship was entirely you and Minjeong's doing. He probably thought it was as simple as just talking to each other, he could keep thinking that way. You knew what went into making up with Minjeong and that's all that matters.

The two of you share a proud glance before looking back at Yuto.

"Now all that's left is to give the presentation. Sungchan, you're up!"

The glance you and Sungchan share is less confident. You ignore the awkwardness and flash him an encouraging smile.

You wave goodbye at Minjeong before slinging your tote over your shoulder. "Are you coming to the studio today?"

"Of course. I still have a lot of work to do, and watching you inspires me to get through it." He says as if the confession was embarrassing. He had no clue what it did to you.

There was no easy way to bring up Minjeong again without making it uncomfortable. You hug your book to your chest as the two of you made your way to the studio.

"What's on your mind?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You chew on your lip as he pushes the doors open for you. Opting to wait a bit, you lie.

"Nothing, just thinking about finals." You situate yourself at your station and he does the same across from you. It was hard to tell if he was being silent because he didn't believe you or because he actually didn't have a response.

"I see you and Minjeong are friends again." He notes as he sets up his station. An opening appears.

"We're getting there. It just feels good to finally work something out that had been weighing on me for the longest." You sneakily peek at him but he catches the look. He sighs disappointedly but you press on. "I promise it'll feel so much better if you just confront the issue instead of running away."

"You can't force me to make up with Minjeong." The aggravation voice makes you flinch. "You know, you're starting to sound like Yuto right now."

You expected him to leave, but he just returned his attention to his art. This was bad, you couldn't end the topic with him comparing you to Yuto. Your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips.

"I wouldn't care if you never made up with her for the rest of your life." Sure of yourself, you stop to turn your body toward him. Your words make his hand pause in the air before dropping. He shoots you a wary look. "Minjeong already accepted the fact that you may never forgive her, but this isn't about Minjeong. You're allowed to feel hurt about something that happened to you. You're the one that helped me understand this." You step closer to him cautiously, praying you're not screwing everything up.

The way he looks away makes you think he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"I know I asked if you spoke to her, but you don't even need to do that. However you choose to navigate your pain, just know I'm here for you." You extend your hand to him, pleading determination in your eyes. He examines your face before regarding your hand. Your heart does backflips when he takes it into his own, mumbling about how he wouldn't promise anything.

After you graduate, you weren't sure if you'd ever see Sungchan again. If you could be of any help in the little time you had left with him in your life, you'd do just that. You made sure to put no pressure on him, focusing on making him comfortable just like you did for Minjeong. You never brought it up first, which meant you went a while without talking about it at all. It was a miracle he even told you about what happened that night, he seems so guarded because of it.

Still, you entered the studio with a smile like you did every other day, asking him how his day went.

"I talked to her." He mumbles, not turning away from his project. You freeze, stumbling over your words.

"That's great Sungchan! What did you say?" You walk up to him, excitement oozing out of your voice no matter how much you tried to contain it.

"It was about the presentation. She wished me luck and I thanked her." His eyes flit toward yours quickly, but not too quick that you didn't notice.

You purse your lips to hide the smile that threatened to show. It was a bit cute how he announced just saying one word to her. Progress was progress, nevertheless.

"I know it's not much."

"It's plenty. Sungchan," You step closer to him. He turns toward you slightly, only putting his carving knife down when your eyes meet. "I'm so happy you're trying." You can feel his jaw clenching when you lay your hand on the side of his face.

"It was weird and awkward." He wanted to ask if it would always be like this but decided it was a stupid question. All he wanted to do was go back to ignoring her and hating her guts. Though he wouldn't admit it aloud just yet, he trusted your advice. So he pushed through.

The day of the presentation finally came. Sungchan and Minjeong were still barely speaking full sentences to each other. He kept pushing, even if he wanted to shrivel up into nothing after every interaction. He wasn't even nervous about the presentation, just about the four drinks in his hands. He sits one on the desk in front of you and you smile up at him. He smiles back. In the back of his mind, he wonders if it's too soon to pat the top of your head. Next is Minjeong, who's sitting in the front alone. He exhales through pursed lips as he makes his way down.

All of the students funneling into the lecture hall hide the fact that Sungchan is approaching until he's right in front of Minjeong. Her eyes are wide as he sets the can down with a huff. "Good luck today." He mumbles before looking away.

"Thank you! This was really sweet." Minjeong's attempt at a sweet tone falters as the uncomfortable air continues to loom over the both of them. No matter how much they try to ignore it, it's like there's a big blinking sign screaming 'Minjeong did something horrible'. She clears her throat.

"This is going to probably be the last time we'll speak so, congratulations on graduating. I hope you lead a fruitful life." Minjeong struggles to keep her expression from souring at the thought of never speaking to him again.

"I doubt it. There's a lot of time before then and now. Anything could happen." Sungchan shrugs. The reassurance was minuscule, but it was enough for hope to fill her chest.

"Right. Anything could happen."

Watching them across the room was heartwarming. It was actually happening. They were talking. The fact that this might be because of you felt fulfilling. You remember the letter stating something about you being significant in other people's lives. It felt far-fetched. Like desperate lies to make you feel good. Now you can see some of the truth in it.

You couldn't wait for Sungchan to walk through the doors of the studio. It was no use hiding your excitement. The longer it took for him to come, the harder it'd be for you to stop yourself from hugging him. There was a moment where you faltered. Sungchan and Minjeong were standing together after the presentation and someone commented on how good they'd look as a couple.

If they decide to reconcile completely and date again, maybe they'd heal their heartache sooner. It's for the best. You had no right to be upset.

Sungchan walks in with his head drooping. When he lifted it slightly, thinking about greeting you but deciding against it, you notice the uneasy look on his face.

"I'm so proud of you!- Wait, what's wrong." You rush up to him, dropping your outstretched arms once you notice. "Today was such a great day, you properly talked to Minjeong and the presentation went well. Don't you feel good about it?" You grab his arms as he looks down at you.

"I do. I feel really good. I talked to her more after her last class, things are progressing really quickly." He looks like he's holding something back. Was he about to tell you that they were dating?

"When she smiled at me, it reminded me of the first time I saw her. I always loved her smile, it could instantly improve my day. In my mind, I imagined her smiling at me after we made up and me falling for her again." He explained quietly, oblivious to the knife he was jamming into your chest. You force a smile, nodding for him to continue. You blink rapidly when his hands caress your neck and face.

"I felt nothing. No, that's not true. I couldn't stop thinking about you." He pressed his forehead against your, noses bumping into each other. There it was again, that intoxicating feeling you got when he was this close. You needed to pull away so you could think. There was a chance Minjeong's feelings for him reignited. "I want to kiss you really bad, and I have for months now." His lips brush against yours and you feel your body temperature rise. "I don't know if it's too soon for me to admit that."

Your eyes flutter closed. How were you feeling? Besides the obvious arousal, you felt a tinge of guilt. The runner-up was a prominent urge to be selfish. Was it wrong? Probably, but you stopped apologizing for your emotions months ago.

"Fuck it, kiss me."

A wave of emotions washed over you as Sungchan's lips crashed into yours. The kiss was different from the first night you had each other. This one was slower and needier. Using every millisecond you were pressed together to savor each other. Hands threading through each other's hair had he walked you toward the nearest table. He swiftly lifts you to sit atop the desk and you hiss as the cool, black material presses against your hot skin. Your lips meld together like hot wax. Every time you hold off on touching him, it makes the next time you do ever more ravenous. He licks your bottom lip, requesting access. You gladly invite his tongue in and get to work massaging yours against his.

His cool hands push your shirt up, disconnecting to pull it over your head. The garment is promptly discarded before his lips are pursuing yours again. His large hands gather the flesh guarded by your bra into a firm squeeze. He swallows your impending moans, the sweet noises pulling noises from his own throat.

When he pulls away, you notice the hint of guilt on his face. That must be the reason he was mopey earlier. It doesn't deter him just like it doesn't deter you. No matter how much you both don't want to hurt Minjeong, all you could focus on was how much you needed each other. Nothing else mattered whenever his soft lips melted against yours.

All your worries slowly faded away with each article of clothing that was plucked from your bodies.

"I want to properly experience your body this time." He breathes against your lips before pressing a kiss to your jaw. His lips were sloppy, almost lazy in the way they trailed down to the valley between your breasts. Leaving wet and loose kisses anywhere skin was exposed. Your bra was the first undergarment to go as his hands slid up your waist, then around to your back. His lips never leave your skin, discarding the bra onto the floor with the rest of the clothes.

The kisses grow more eager as his lips explore your breast. Pressing them to the underside of your breast. Darting his tongue out to skim across the soft skin. Sucking and biting whenever he wanted to hear you moan and whimper. He comes across one of your nipples and happily wraps his lips around it. Through his lashes, he watches you drowsily.

Sungchan being the perfect man wasn't even an observation worth making. It was just a fact that everyone understood as soon as they saw him. Towering over everyone else while looking like he was ripped out of the pages of a manga. A living, breathing angel sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the mere mortals. It was almost annoying.

Having someone this beautiful crouched in front of you with his mouth wrapped around your nipple as he stared into your eyes makes every sensation more palpable. You lay your hands flat on the tabletop, leaning backward to enjoy the view. His hair falls into his face his head twists to stimulate the bud with his tongue. The scene was so captivating that you wanted to paint it and hang it on your wall.

The way he delivers quick flicks to one nipple with his tongue while pinching the other has you kicking your head back. Soft and short whimpers trickle from your lips as your core ignites. Every touch and noise coming from him makes you more desperate to be fucked. God, just thinking about how he drilled into you the last time you had him has you salivating.

"Mm... mouth feels so good... need more," You drawl, running your tongue over your dry lips. His fingers hook underneath your panties. You lift your hips up to aid him. His lips continue their journey down your body until he was kissing and licking at your thighs. Growing closer and closer to where you ached for him. You buck your hips up, hoping he'd get the memo. He notices, but ignores you. Nothing was quite as important to him as watching you whine and scrunch your face up when he teased you. It was too bad he missed out on this last time.

The heat as he got closer to your core drew him in. The closer he got, the more he could smell your arousal. He grabs your knees and spreads your legs. The sight of your glistening folds makes him fully drop to his knees. His lips brush against your vagina, reveling in the way your legs jerk inward, threatening to close around him. The thought of having the pillowy flesh surrounding his head didn't seem half bad.

He continued his tried and true formula, kissing and licking until you were a whining mess. "Please..." You mewl, grabbing a fistful of his hair. His nose nudges against your clit as you push him into you. The friction on the sensitive nub makes your legs snap closed. He hums, vibration sending shockwaves through your body. Your legs clamped around him and your pathetic sounds are enough incentive for him to start giving you what you need. Firm and deliberate licks that finally give you proper pleasure. You thank him quietly and grind into his tongue.

You brush his hair out his face before tightening your grip on the strands again. His eyes roll back at the slight stinging sensation it leaves him with. If you thought his mouth on your breasts was hot, this was just heavenly. Despite how lewd it was, him gazing at you while his tongue flicks your hardened clit, he still looked like an angel. "You're so, so pretty." You mumble, jaw going slack after you speak. He reacts with a salacious moan. His saliva and your arousal drip from your crotch onto the table. You can't see, but you'd imagine his chin was glistening right about now.

Sloppy sounds fill the air, making your cheeks hot. His eager groans and the sound of his wet muscle massaging your clit were deliciously obscene. A few minutes in and you're already lurching against his face, warning about your incoming climax. "S-so close baby. Don't stop." You chant in a hushed voice again and again for him not to stop. He listens, carrying you through your first climax with long firm licks over the entirety of your slit. You shiver, pulling his head off of you before he can overstimulate.

With the release of his hair, he's rising to his feet. The sight of him wiping his mouth off with his forearm halts your breathing. He grips your thighs hard, digging his fingers into them. "You're so perfect." He whispers before pecking the top of your head. He uses his grip to pull you to the very edge of the desk. With a tug over his hips, his boxers fall to the ground. He wraps his arms around your waist and you lean into him. His tip prods at your pussy and you clench your eyes shut.

His cock is hot, turning an angry red from all the blood rushing to it. He wraps his arms tighter around you which makes his head push further into your folds. With a pleading groan, you graze your nails down his back. Moving lower until they meet his ass and you give it a firm push. His dick sinks into your wet, swollen folds. Pushing into your tight entrance and slowly opening you up.

Needy noises fill the room as you desperately cling to one another. He was drowning in your juices. It was hard to hold out with how amazing it felt to slide in and out of your wet, plush walls. "Fuck, you're so wet." He pants between grunts, entranced by the way his cock disappears inside you.

"Only for you."

He looks up at you and you press your tongue against his jaw. Licking a stripe up to his cheek and it drives him wild. He hungrily devours your lips. Tongues lapping against the other and teeth nipping soft lips. The force of his hips slamming against yours makes your legs weak. Sounds of slapping skin filling your ears and making you more turned on.

Grabbing a fist full of your hair, he tugs your head back. You whimper as he takes control of the kiss. His dick drags in and out of your puckered hole. You're milking him for all he's worth and he's fucking you hard into the table. Both getting exactly what you need in that moment. He shoves his hips hard against you, forcing your legs even wider. "Just for me?" He asks, fire in his eyes.

"Only for you." You confirm, wrapping your arms around his neck. He eagerly accepts your lips again. Sucking on your bottom lip harshly. Despite how desperate you were to get each other off last time, he still wasn't this rough. It was hotter than you expected it to be. You arch your back into him, breasts smushed between the two of you. "Give it to me," You plead, moaning helplessly as he thrusts into you with punishing force.

Filthy, intense pursuits to taste each other's mouth fade to tender pecks as you both grow close. He lifts you off the table, squeezing your ass as he fucks you on his cock. "Yes baby, fuck- you feel so good," He groans. Every sound turns whinier as he fucks you deep, "I'm so fucking close." He breaths. His lips brush against the column of your neck.

"Me too," You moan out."

The speed of your hips pushing together has your vision going out. Head falling backward as swears pour from your lips. Your legs wrap around his waist tight, pressing your heels into his hips to push him deeper. The action seemingly pushes Sungchan over the edge as his moans reach a volume you've never heard before. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, needy noises so sweet as they enter your ears. Hearing him like this has your legs going limp. He holds you tight as you convulse. Your hands clench his brown locks as you clench his dick like a vice. As he pulls out, fluids drip onto the floor of the studio.

"Oh, fuck." You say in reaction to what just transpired and the mess you'd have to clean up.

"So filthy..." He chuckles and you whip your head toward him, cheeks hot. "What? It's the truth."

"Ugh..." You bury your head in the crook of his neck and he continues to laugh. He hugs you tighter as he settles into one of the chairs. The two of you sit there for a moment, enjoying the embrace.

"Now this? This is amazing. You should be proud of yourself." Professor Kwon nods, pleased with your finished sculpture. "Did you finally get it together because of this one?" She points toward the man smirking at you on the other side of the room.

"If anything he was the one distracting me." You say narrowing your eyes at him,

"Mrs. Kwon, that's just not true. Her sculpture wouldn't have a head if it weren't for me." He sighs, shaking his head.

"Do you still want yours?" You raise your sculpting knife and he guards his neck. Professor Kwon looks between the two of you disapprovingly.

"Children, I swear. Good job, ___. I'm seriously impressed." Her pleased tone was dampened by her displeasure with your antics. The compliment was still appreciated.

"Thank you, Professor Kwon."

She loved your piece, so why were you still so nervous to show it off at the festival? If anyone's input was valuable it was her. Still, you wrung your hands together as each person walked up to your piece. "Hey," Sungchan rests his hand on your shoulder. You knew he could tell how stressed you were.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Was a bald-faced lie, but you said it anyway, ignoring the enormous lump in your throat.

"I don't mind worrying about you, though."

You glance up at his light-hearted smile. He looked dashing in his white button-up. He could make anything look like a designer suit. His brown locks hung forward as he looked down at you. You couldn't help but look away.

"Okay," You give in, giggling as he squeezed your side.

He continued to comfort you every day of the festival, pointing out every amazed reaction to your art. Each day you longed for him more, heart clenching at the mere thought of his attentiveness.

The last day arrived, and Yeri approached you with her arms full.

"Woah... do I really need this many?" You pick up one of the many lanyards. They're teal with your school name printed all over the fabric. Clipped to the end was a card with the same heart design from the wax seal.

"I-I know, I wasn't sure how many to make so I just said fuck it." She stammers, worry tugging at her features. "Anyway, you know what to do, right? Just put the lanyard on who you chose for the new friend group." Her eyes dance around the decorations and booths of the festival. You collect all the lanyards from her.

"Why are you so nervous?" You take one and stuff the rest in the pit of your elbow. She blinks rapidly and leans her head down as you raise it toward her. All of her worries melt away as the fabric settles around her neck.

"I don't know... I just thought maybe I wasn't taking it seriously enough-"

"Leave the sappy stuff to Sana. You making me laugh is more than enough." You pat her shoulder. She makes a frustrated noise.

"I know you just said to leave it to Sana but I'm gonna hug you now." She engulfs you in a soft hug, resting her chin on your shoulder. "Thank you." She says next to your ear.

Next you found Sana, immediately lowering the lanyard over her head as well. You hand her another one. "Give this to Moonbin if you see him." You smile as she pulls you into a famous Sana hug. One where your bones can be heard cracking from a mile away. To your surprise, you ended up handing out eight. But you still weren't done. You stuff the rest of the lanyards in your bag with two clenched in your fist.

You wander through the festival, watching as the sun sets. When you see Minjeong sitting alone in front of one of the food stalls you approach her. She looked sad, forcing a smile when she noticed you approaching. Her eyes land on the lanyards in your hand.

"It's this thing me and the girls are doing."

"Yeah, I know. Sana told me a while back." She nods with a hefty exhale.

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I appreciate her worrying about me, but I don't really think I have the right to fight for you to forgive me. Besides, I already put you through enough, making you help me with Hyunsuk..." She picks at her food, her smile fading. The feeling of fabric dropping on her shoulder makes her jump. When she looks up she's met with your warm smile.

"Working with you on the group project made me realize that we can both benefit from being in each other's lives."

Minjeong chuckles, wiping away a tear that slips from her eyes.

"And you have to worry about annoying me or anything. I'm ready to stick with you for as long as you need to get over Hyunsuk."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that anymore." She laughs bitterly. You give her a puzzled look and she continues. "He was giving a tour to upcoming freshmen and met Sullyoon. According to Yuto, he referred to her as a fairy come to life. Even after he broke up with me, they still stuck by his side." Minjeong rested her face in her hands. "I don't know why I'm venting about this to you. I bet you're thinking I got a taste of my own medicine."

"Not at all. I'm just excited to introduce you to the new friend group." You grab the card strapped to the lanyard. "Here's to starting over." You flash her a smile that she reciprocates.

There was just one more person left. He was exactly where you knew he'd be, inside the building where the sculptures are on display. Excitement graces his perfect features when he sees you. "I was waiting for you." He waits until you're close enough to drape his arms over your shoulder.

"Really? Why?" You quirk your head to the side.

"To do this..." He lowers his face closer to yours, lips brushing over yours before they meld together. When he pulls away, you take the opportunity to squeeze your arms between the two of you and swing the lanyard over his head. Bewildered, he steps away and looks at the card hanging from his neck. "What's this?" He chuckles as he examines the heart.

You watch him, no sign of troubles weighing him down. Carefree as he smiles at you. It felt good knowing that you had a hand in it, even if it was the tiniest impact. You knew there'd be more hardships to come, but they didn't seem so daunting anymore. Not while you had each other. It motivated you to protect your own well-being so you could efficiently protect the poeple you care about.

"A promise."

thank you so much for reading! requests for follow up blurbs for this story are open~

#sungchan #jung sungchan #nct #nct u #kpop #sungchan smut #jung sungchan smut #nct smut #nct u smut #kpop smut #x reader smut #x female reader smut #x reader #x female reader

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blueopinions49 · 1 year

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The Community vs ESTJ

intuitive bias, stereotypes and bad understanding of Si

Note before starting: Please dont take any of the things im going to be saying from this point onward personal (especially if you have used these arguments before.

Introduction

-Hello there guys this is another rant post I dont do this usually but I have to get this off my chest because it's been irking me allot for a while and its been bugging me more recently. But the general dislike for ESTJs in the community has been something thats always been prevalent and doesnt seem to be stopping any time soon. Obviously a good chunk of it comes from intuitive bias however another big section of it comes from misinformation and stereotypes. So I'll try to address most of these and see if there is some truth to them.

Note: Most of these stereotypes are usually applied to ESTJ not any other Si user outside of them.

one of the first things you'll hear people talk about when referring to Si (Mostly with ESTJs for some reason) is that its a function that tends to make other judgy and closed minded in worst cases ive seen people link straight up bigotry to it and its just wow...So lets brig Carl Jungs definition of Si

“We could say that introverted sensation transmits an image which does not so much reproduce the object as spread over it the patina of age-old subjective experience and the shimmer of events still unborn. The bare sense impression develops in-depth, reaching into the past and future, while extraverted sensation seizes on the momentary existence of things open to the light of day.”

There is no mention of conformity, bigotry and tradition in any of his work on introverted sensing. So No Si isnt traditions in any form. IF anything I would say traditions fit somewhere on Fi due to emotional attachment best example of this would be Blair Waldorf’s obsession spending Holidays together it's all about that emotional attachment. Ive often notice the confltaion of these two functions and often ends up in weird results like people saying that X character must be an Si user do to Trauma...yeah ummm No thats not what Si is at all. People have end up reducing Si into the “memory function” and it has ended up creating a big discrepancy in typing. Characters who don't have an eye for detail or interested in meticulous process get typed as Si users solely based on that they used past obtained information or knowledge...Like do these people not know that EVERY TYPE USES PAST OBTAINED INFORMATION ITS A THING EVERY HUMAN DOES.

And not only its that its based on pure misinformation and just bad understanding of MBTI and just plain human functioning but these people will throw the “you're intuitive bias” to you if you disagree with their typing while saying things like “ Si because they don't want to change” or ‘they are immature/stuck up or shallow” ,“they are too close minded to be an intuitive” and the list goes on. This is why some peoples typing is literally all mean girls in media typed as ESTJ and it's all because of arguments like this. Im sorry but intuitive bias isn't typing X as an intuitive but typing a character because they superior in some way to a sensor based on stereotype; and you are doing just that by using these arguments.

Conclusion

Just stop using the same stereotypes over and over again cuz when people notice a patter on your typology it gets weird and trying to prove you aren't trope typing is gonna be hard. Si is arguably one of the easiest functions to understand to put it simply si that it's a subjective function that takes in sensory aspects and creates a meticulous (detailed) step by step process for problem solving.

Final Note: Next Series is Steven Universe and I might be doing another rant post about the infantilization of ESFP.

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ahhh i just wanted to say i love starboy SOOO much!!!! i did not/still dont know anything about f1 but the way you write it is so easy to follow along with and read!!! i love how you write the characters, especially scar/grian/joel/lizzie, you write them so so sooo flawlessly... i love how it seems like were there with scar in the moment of everything going on and how you describe everything from his perspective. i also LOVE how you write scar and grian especially because they both seem just so *real* and *raw* and i usually never see that from fics. the way you write is just so in detail that it really allows the reader to imagine everything thats happening and i LOVEEE that!!! i also love how you write grian and mumbos friendship, like they obviously care about each other so muchhh and i love how the readers able to see that even through scars perspective!!!!! esp the scene after grian fell asleep watching topgun and mumbo helping him lay down into a more comfortable position,,, and how they hugged when grian finally got p1 😭😭❤️ NOT TO MENTION THE LATEST CHAPTERRRR AND SCAR AND GRIANS FIRST KISS????? THAT WHOLE CHAPTER WAS GOLDDDD i loved that chapter so much,,, so much happened between grian and scar???? that scene of them in the club??? scar (and us) finally getting some insight to what happened in grians past from grian himself??? grian being comfortable enough with scar to actually open up to him??? AND THEM CONFESSINGGG??? ☹️☹️☹️❤️❤️❤️ might be my fav chapter if im being honest

i also just wanted to ask a few questions while i was here though;

first, do you have a set upload schedule? or is it like a whenever you have time to work on it thing?

second, do you think youll be posting more content abt this au after starboy is finished? like a grians pov or something? ive become so interested in this au because i can tell so much work has been put into it and id love to see more it!!

lastly, is this going to be an eventual mumscarian fic??? i think its obvious Somethings going on/has happened between grian and mumbo but i just dont know What... like that one scene with them all at the dinner??? or the car scene with grian standing up through the sunroof???

i cant wait to read more chapters!!! but im also scared As Hell because SO much has happened already and its only been 6 chapters. we still have 5 more longgg chapters left and im so scared but also excited for how things are going to go... i hope youre having a good day, i cant wait to see what you have in store for this story!!! 🫶🫶 sawrry that this was a lot of rambling though,,, 😭😭❤️

anon i’m crying?? 😭 thank you so much.

the goal of the fic is real and raw! it’s an unusual setting (maybe not for me considering this is my second racing centric fic) but everything that happens is a product of the environment! the wins from his own team left scar feeling bitter at times, but watching grian win had him so proud he knew he’d get in trouble w his own team if he showed it lol. it’s all about where they are and it makes me sooo happy (like you would not believe) when people who aren’t f1/sports fan still enjoy the fic!

last ch was a lot and contained a lot of really vital stuff that i couldn’t wait to see the reactions of. grian finally opening up is so important to me and scar letting it happen in its own time is a huge part of why grian begins letting him in, which is evidently not something he’s used to at all. mans has been through it in this universe

as for the questions: i don’t have an upload schedule but i try to churn out the chs when i have time. it fits that valentine’s was right before midterms season for me so i got to get something out before i get swamped by all that 🥲 i don’t like to let a full month go by without posting but we’ll see how my semester keeps going lol

and i’ve been thinking of content once i’ve finished starboy. i’ve had ideas of grian’s pov hitting all the major plot points or even a jimmy spin-off one shot but nothing is planned for now. definitely floating around in my mind

mumscarian is not the endgame but the mystery behind grian and mumbo will be revealed! grian is mysterious and mumbo being mumbo goes along w it, but it does come full circle eventually!

i didn’t even realize there’s already only 5 chs left! that’s crazy, considering how much of the story i have left!

thank you again anon, this is all very much appreciated. i love your rambling because it allowed me to ramble too haha

#ask #so sweet i just wanna 🩷🩷🤍🩵💚💖💖#starboy

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calvatier · 4 months

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Sircis redesign, I might change his name too cus i don't think it fits him very much now,,,he's so cute and so pretty 🥹🥹 ive also rethought on his lore and story while drawing this

I still rmb when he was low-key based off my first BG3 Tav ,,, 😭

Ramble:

So originally I made Sircis an assassin then now a warlock but I had trouble figuring out his story cus it was kinda weird and overly complicated and his whole reason for joining the party was cus he wanted to find a place to belong to after years of being raised and kept by his patron which is kinda too cliche friendship trope to me

I've rethought his story and maybe decided that his patron sent him out on a mission for the first time and has tricked him into thinking that he's doing good,,,his patron basically wants to have Lues to be under his pact as well,,,the thing with Lues is that he's gotten pretty popular with ppl of power, specifically those with more sinister motives,,,Sircis' patron being one of them

most ppl of power that heard of Lues know what he's up to but these people don't stay in the same realm as him so they can't just steal his power or intervene. Sircis is a warlock who is originally from this realm but was given leeway to stay in his patron's realm because he was taken in and personally trained and indoctrinated by his patron,,,,now his patron sends him back to his original realm to finally make him do something.

His patron wants Lues following and he knows Lues isn't stupid enough to give it up randomly so his patron wants to make a deal with Lues. Sircis' job is to find Lues and try to persuade him and his patron tells him that if all else fails, they want Sircis to kill Lues and him to steal his following and convince them to worship his patron instead. The reason why is that when a powerful being gains enough support, sacrifice, offering and influence, they are actually capable of performing an ascension ritual to become a deity but no more than that. (I'll have to write on the difference between, immortal, deity and gods next time.) Still being a deity grants them significant power and the ability to actually access more realms.

But the thing is that Sircis has no fucking clue who Lues is and his patron also doesn't want to tell him because his patron wants Sircis to go through the trouble, in their eyes, this is a sort of rite of passage for Sircis and a proof of his loyalty and how far he's willing to go to complete the mission. This mission isn't too important to his patron, sure it can make them a deity but they are already so fulfilled with themselves that they don't find being a deity a need. They are genuinely expecting Sircis to not complete the mission because they know he's weak now but they'll use that as an opportunity to make a tighter pact with Sircis, one that makes Sircis absolutely reliant on them. They want to put Sircis in a situation where he will call out to his patron for help, a situation where his patron would feel like a savour so Sircis can finally put his full trust into him. The patron knows that Sircis is only obliging now out of fear for his own life but they want Sircis to oblige out of respect and loyalty. (There's a reason why specifically they want Sircis to be under their influence but I'll have to think of that first.)

Sircis, having been raised and cared for by his patron, would obviously go ahead and carry this out but some part of him knows that his patron isn't a good person,,,but Sircis feels like and literally owes them his life and has no idea how to break out of a pact, he's stuck in this situation and is forced to do his mission. He just hopes that maybe he's wrong about his patron,,, he closes one eye and feigns ignorance to deeds he's seen his patron make other warlocks do and just hopes that maybe, just maybe, his patron isn't that bad,,,,Sircis probably copes with the fact that he's doing a bad thing by pretending that he's doing good, and he does this so well that he can sometimes fully convince himself that nothing is wrong.

Deep down what he's hoping for is someone to come and save him from his situation,,,he doesn't hope that for himself to do this because he's been raised to think that he cant do anything without the help of someone, so he fears taking charge and doing things alone

#original art #oc #artists on tumblr #original character #art #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #d&d oc #d&d character #d&d art #d&d #bg3 tav #bg3 fanart

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mayordoi · 5 months

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huzzah! 2023 art review!

it’s almost the end of the year, wowzers! i always do one of these art review thingies since i always like looking back at the art ive made :> last year i posted the review on my other account and left it at there, but this year i want to actually review each month and notable pieces i made… just for fun!

this post is very much just for me lol, but i hope someone out there enjoys it. month-by-month review + previous year in reviews will be under the cut! 🩷

(also, shoutout to tumblr for going rouge and posting this way way earlier than i had scheduled 😍 luckily tumblr post editor is weirdly based and kept all my embedded links when i pasted it from the old one? hell yeah)

Jan: started off the year with a painting of my beloved ocs after ending last year with one! (and i will be talking about my older year in reviews, rest assured). this was my obligatory cute shared scarf art, and i wanted to try attempting to render something more involved like two characters and draping cloth. i don't think the result was too shabby, though this was before i discovered my favorite rendering brush for procreate, so in hindsight, it looks kinda flat and boring now. where's all the crunch? ah but anyway, starting a whole year with your art in a mid place compared to what you made later on is par for the course.

Feb: probably the month where i had the least art to put here, i remember scraping a little to find one. this was a chrobin piece i made in my sketchbook! nothing too noteworthy... i think i tried doing a slightly different approach to coloring with markers (applying the color before the lineart) and incorporating paint, but i remember this one giving me trouble. first of all, the size i drew this in was really small (it was in a small sketchbook and i decided to mask the margins with comparatively wide masking tape), and second of all the paper was absolutely NOT built for gouache, so it ended up a kind of wrinkly and muddy mess. i mean i'm still not the best with gouache now but still, not my best.

March: a redraw of a robin piece i made back when i was still on amino. i probably won't share the old versions because they're crap, so just trust me on the redraw part. anyway, the last iteration of the concept was in 2019 i think? and while i was proud of it for a while, its luster finally faded and i decided to try doing it again in procreate. this was when i discovered my love for the soft chalk brush in the jingsketch basics brush pack. for a while i've been using the hard render brush in that pack to render, but this one's texture and chalkiness totally changed the game. i was in love!! also tried to be a little more crazy and vibrant with how i applied the base colors, using saturated colors across the board. this process didn't consistently stick, but i think it yielded some neat results here. another hit from this month was my piece of grandmaster robin, since i'm really proud of the detail here!.

Apr: guys, april was MY MONTH! i remember making so much art in just a few weeks, something just clicked in my brain i guess. i chose my drawings of hagane rin and len since this was when i truly began to get comfy in my lineart era (after the grandmaster drawing). this month was full of detailed line drawings at that, but this one was what made me both enjoy the process a lot and do more of it. hell yeah. other hits: vocaloids at mcdonald's (i drew a background omg!!!), alice in ny fanart (just the euphoria of finally nailing a composition for this piece after struggling with it in november was great), and the end-world normopathy fanart (it's a line drawing, and a traditional one at that. i was happy with incorporating gold accents into my typically monochromatic style when it comes to my line-focused drawings as well as getting tamari's mechanical details nailed).

May: hell yeah. evil power couple time. this one was another line-art heavy one since i thought it fit the vibe. the softer colors in the background i feel like could have been executed a little better, but i do like how this came out, especially the armor (good god fe armor is a pain to render, but i think i've gotten better at it this year! middle school me would be so jealous). not much else to say here. Other hit this month would be my alice of human sacrifice fanart, another line-heavy traditional drawing. i think it turned out nice, especially for a crammed composition lol.

Jun: another end-world normopathy-centered fanart. i mentioned it in my og post but i was trying out a slightly different painting style where i did a black-and-white base first and then added colors as an overlay (also in the initial upload of the post i was so fucking meek about posting fanart of mariyam's alternate design teased at the end of the mv?? 😭 sorry about that, i've edited it out but it's still in early reblogs. kind of cringe on my part). i didn't end up committing to this consistently cuz the beginning process was kind of tedious (plus i'm too inept to pay close attention to values anyway), but laying down all the colors after the long rendering process was rewarding! it's a nice alternative with i get bored with my other method to yield basically the same-looking result lol. this month featured some more pieces that tried using this process, like the one with my oc alice, lucina and dark pit hanging out, and f!robin's resplendent design from feh.

Jul: ah yes my typical flavor of "improvised oc art that i invent new symbolism for on the fly that i apply meaning to after i'm finished". kinda just wanted to paint something again because i've been doing a lot of line drawings lately and to go back to my old painting process again. honestly, i mainly picked this one because i wanted more oc art and non-lineart drawings to be in this chart lol. art i made this month that i'm real proud of is this family pic of some young cryptonloids (i really like how the colors came out on this one!) and my birthday drawing for miku's sweet 16, which was originally completed this month. i opted out of considering it for my july art to avoid confusion. also also, this very whack pathological facade fanart (plus some doodles i didn't post) opened my eyes to the beautiful world of NOISE and HALFTONES and just slapping crazy textures onto my art like nobody's business. hell yeah.

Aug: ok this one is kind of another piece i picked to represent this month that isn't quite my favorite but i chose anyway for the sake of variety (in this case, i wanted more traditional pieces and non-vocaloid stuff). for once, i used my bigger sketchbook to make a big n detailed piece for my boy's new brave alt in feh (that game has zero significance to me outside of cool alt costumes for my faves). my actual fave from this month was young miku/meiko/kaito chillin in their house; i'm real proud of the background and lighting! but i still like this robin too ofc, big fan of how the colors came out ;3

Sep: another traditional drawing! felt compelled to draw kandy again, specifically her evil miitopia great sage incarnation :> this one was pretty standard in terms of process, and not much was really done to experiment. just wanted to draw something cool of my girl for my sketchbook. other fave from this month is this sketchy miku i did, i like how loose it came out and how the colors pop.

Oct: pretty palutena!~ i think i went into this trying to do something a little different with my painting process (i think it was to try incorporating more colors in the shading like the blue in the dress or more saturated colors near the focal point, but i can't remember LOL) or try rendering a more detailed character w/ a background (even if the background was pretty vague). i like this one! especially the color cohesion, it's pretty swag imo. other faves from this month was fanart i made for the song "orbit" since i also like how the color cohesion came out for this one, and the maid dress/crossover drawing i made for cringetober. no other words needed to explain why.

Nov: another digital painting! it's yet another ghost song, this time "uncanny". i really loved the aesthetic of this song, especially its bold colors and simplistic shapes, so i wanted to try capturing it in my style. i really love how the colors turned out on this, though i've yet to truly recreate what i like about this particular painting again? regardless, it's one of my faves, deserving of one of my favorite ghost songs. few other highlights from this month would be my obligatory purple robin drawing for the month, my sketchbook drawing of my luka design, and my fanart of utsu-p's song "ga". i like how i was able to do a couple of my different "styles"/processes this month rather than just sticking to just one. they all have their own feel to them that i like to play around with depending on the idea.

Dec: and finally, we're at the end. like july, we have another heavily improvised oc drawing with symbolism i came up with on the spot. that's just how i do things. anyway, this turned out really good in my opinion! i tried to stick to a color palette i saved in procreate a long time ago, and damn is it a fine palette. it helped me get a little loose with the colors and solely focus on creating a strong composition with colors and contrast rather than get hung up on sticking to typical color palettes. i also really like how i did the background by essentially using the liquify tool to swish all the colors around and then polished it a little on top. made for a really cool effect. other notable work would be the companion piece i made with my other oc that had a similar style since i liked the process of this one. there will probably be more as of when i'm drafting this (at the beginning of december) but i just wanna be finished w this post already bro

all around, very satisfied with this year. there was kind of a lot of song fanarts (something that i am somewhat guilty about because it feels like i'm unoriginal or something, but i swear it's cuz i'm really passionate about vocaloid music and need to act on what my braincells do when i listen to certain tracks), but overall i'm happy i was able to maintain some slight variety in the art i made this year through my chosen mediums and "styles" or processes i use.

this was the first year where i really wanted to have a fully rendered piece i'm proud of to represent every month. now, i wouldn't recommend this since forcing yourself to make art is not a good mindset to be in (sometimes, with how early i pushed some pieces out in certain months to get the monthly quota over with makes it seem like i'm getting paid to have a pretty year-in-review LOL). i was pretty lucky to not really have much burnout i guess?

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ok now that all that boring stuff is out of the way, here’s my previous years! this is the sixth year i have made an art review chart.

lightning round review time! (probably just gonna be more boring stuff)

2018: ok, so this was the year where my prime art hosting platform was… amino… specifically smash amino. as much as i could rant about how much i hate that place now, i cant deny that it got me creating a lot of stuff. also it was an actual date archive for my traditional art because i never got in the habit of dating my physical art 🙃 uh don’t mind the absolute horrid graphic design on this one. i grabbed a template which was probably saved from a bunch of other places from amino and… didn’t really know how the formatting was supposed to work. first of all, i edited this in picsart on my phone and the chart wasn’t transparent, and second of all i didn’t know you were supposed to crop only the main focus so it could fit and be a little more clear. hence why its such a visual eyesore. i've been meaning to remake it to make it a little less bad (once i get my hands on the traditional pieces again), but i guess its shoddiness adds to its charm, much like amino. but anyway, 2018 was a bit of a turning point year for me in the smash amino art biz. on amino, i mostly made copies of official artwork from smash (character renders and so forth), and this year i actually tried experimenting with my own original ideas and scenes (my copying roots were still around at this time tho, seen in the november drawing which is based on ssbu’s mural art. i mainly moved on to copying artwork from feh). this was also the year i got my ipad and finally got into making digital art. i didn’t have the knowledge of digital art that i have today obviously, so colors and lighting were usually on the plain side. i also hit my stride with making more ambitious traditional art that incorporated backgrounds and such, and they’re pieces i’m still really proud of!

2019: so, i actually made this chart some time in 2021 or 22 because i didnt make an actual chart in 2019 officially (i forgor). which bums me out because i deleted my amino account by then, so a lot of dates for traditional pieces were flushed down the toilet the one time i needed them. so, to compensate, i tried scraping any digital piece i could to fill in some spaces, which is why some are more underwhelming than others. but yeah since this isn’t fully accurate to my art progress that year, 2019 is a bit fuzzy. main thing of note that year is midway through i got really REEAALLY into fire emblem: three houses and drew a lot of art of the characters (not shown much on the chart because they were mostly sketches and whatnot). imo there’s not much improvement or stylistic changes from 2018 in this year to note. 2020 on the other hand…

2020: if it wasn’t clear, this was my jojo phase. i got into jojo at the end of 2019 and my downward spiral into jojo hell bled into 2020 :p as such, i made a lot of jojo art. and because i made a lot of jojo art, this was the year where my style shifted drastically. i feel like it’s a common phenomenon for artists getting a total stylistic makeover after getting into jojo. whether it’s to imitate araki’s style or just trying to accommodate the characters’… features, i ended up facing the same thing. gone were big round heads with tiny mouths and in were tree trunk necks and higher effort placed in learning anatomy, both for the full body and well as the face. it was around may of this year i got procreate and moved on from ibis paint for digital art. while i still have my personal hangups with procreate, im glad i ended up investing in it since it really just works for me!!

2021: around summer 2020 in peak pandemic mood, i decided to indulge in some nostalgia and listened to some old vocaloid tunes from my middle school days. and then i kept rediscovering more stuff, and then i ended up browsing producers' individual discographies, and uh yeah i am still suffering the consequences of my vocaloid renaissance to this day. while it wasn't prominent in the 2020 chart, it really started to leak its way into my art subjects in 2021. however, i still primarily stuck to my roots with fe/"smash"/jojo fanart. this year was mainly trying to find my style again i suppose? i had already learned the ropes of procreate, its limitations, and the options it has to aid with the art making process, so it was just a matter of flinging a bunch attempts at a ~style~ to see which one i liked the most. i did try finding a painting/rendering style a lot by way of copying (mainly guessing based on speedpaints) other artists' styles and process with digital painting which ended up growing into my own thing. i know they all sort of look the same, but march, april, and october of this year all had slightly different ways of doing all the shading n rendering for painting that i liked experimenting w/ in the future.

2022: by this point, i had fully gotten used to procreate and the methods i used to make art, and the vocaloid train had no signs of stopping. i think the main thing of note this year was that i was able to break out of the "5 million overlays of pink and purple color vomit" box my digital art was set it. while it used to amuse me when i first began abusing it in my art, i guess i just sort of grew out of it? it ended up making a lot of my art look homogeneous, and it took out the fun trial and error of picking the colors to match the atmosphere myself. i also tried to get more experimental with my compositions, mainly in trying to make them more dense with Stuff as well as finally get a little more comfortable with drawing backgrounds. besides those things however, i remember feeling my art progress was very stagnant this year, with not much noticeable change from january to december. perhaps i've gotten a bit comfortable with the state it's in. regardless, still a good year all around.

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whew. THAT'S finally done with. if you made it to the end of this very me-centered ramble, congrats. i will probably make reblog additions in future years to continue this little saga. idk if i'll be as detailed as i was for the 2023 lineup, but we'll see.

#not art #year in review #year in review 2023 #art review #fanart #mayors ocs #traditional art #digital art #long post #art #artists on instagram

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