#the Amount of Times i forgot a detail and had to go back and fix ittt

[lanternlightss]

(gently offers you a Himb)

#s p e e d r a n how to draw his hair #studied some fanart and offical art for a few minutes then fuck it we balled #it turned out surprisingly okay ??? #this was honestly: “how many times can i draw the same hair consistently” #ALSO WOOOOOOOOOOOO FINALLY HAVE THE ENERGY TO DO SHIT LETS GO #ONLY TOOK WEEKS #pjo #lantern’s art corner #the Amount of Times i forgot a detail and had to go back and fix ittt

[erosuguru]

Bimbo doll

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Satoru gojo x reader, all characters are 18+, reader is heavily bimbo coded and loves pink, satoru's gross here, 1.3k words approx

CW: Masturbation, satoru gets horny over reader sending him pics of her dresses, satoru has fantasies of reader and she's unaware, again satoru is gross here you've been warned, some proof reading but very little

Notes: I'm so sleepy and I'm too lazy to fix any other mistakes so if you see mistake no you didnt. had to write sth for Satoru, as wit all of my creative works I hate this but I hope u like it though!!

Satoru thinks you're absolutely adorable. From the moment he was blinded by the absurd amount of pink you were wearing, he thought you were the cutest thing on this planet. The coordinated color palettes of your clothes that always had a splash of pink, that shiny layer of gloss on your lips that you regularly reapplied, he gets so happy when he hears the clack of keychains because that means you're near.

Of course he couldn't keep himself away and you both exchanged numbers at one point, you gladly gave it to him after he shot you a lame pick up line— to which you laughed and smiled, simply telling him "you're funny! Sure!"It was almost too good to be true.

You got along well with each other, you both liked sweets, complimented each other's fashion sense, shared a similar sense of humour— when satoru asked you to describe him, you told him that you love being around him because he's fun (you said something about how he 'gets it', a quote about girls.. getting it and others not getting it..? He didn't understand, but he deduced that you like him, and that's all that matters.)

Satoru notices you love sharing tidbits of your day, and most of the time, you usually share a photo related to it in some way along with multiple typos, abbreviations, and emoticons.

"(Name)💘: Toru omg look at these shoes! Super cute right :3" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I went 2 that cafe u told me, the strawberry shortcake is soooo good" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I have 2 go 2 a party tonite, which dress should i choose!1!!??" 4 images sent.

Being friends with you had its benefits, you were comfortable with Satoru, so comfortable that he almost dropped his phone when he opened the images you sent; all of them were minidresses, all of them different shades of pink, all of them hugging your figure so tightly and snuggly he was tempted to stalk your social media to know where this party is.

He couldn't see the details that differentiated each dress, or at least he didn't focus on them as he felt his cock throb in his sweatpants.

"Ooooohhhhhfffuuck..." he mumbled longly to no one in particular, Satoru almost choked on his spit as he sat up from his position in his bed, all the heat rushing to his face as he examined your photos closely. Your poses so cute as you stared at your phone screen in the photos with a small pout, you had the pretty sparkly gloss on this time, that's his favorite..

(Name)💘: TORU OMFG PLZ ANSWEERRRR MY RIDES ALMOST HERE >:(

he almost forgot your little dilemma.

"Sorry lol I was eating, go with this one!!" he forwarded one of the four dresses with his response and sent his text, he felt guilty about lying but what was he supposed to say? 'My bad! You were so hot I got a little hard like some Virgin!' No way in hell.

You answered back quickly, how did you type quicker than he did with nails longer than his? He has a hunch it's because you don't care about typos but the dedication is admirable.

(Name)💘: TGANK UUUUU ill text u after the party!

(Name)💘: thank* lol

He let out a small laugh at your typo, scrolling back to the photos he zoomed in on one of the four he hadn't picked, and the reason why he didn't choose this dress is that he knows no sane rational person with a sexual libido would be able to resist you in this.

You looked so cute, so perfect, Satoru let out a small sigh as he pulled his dick out of his pants hissing at the cold air, his thumb smeared the precum over his tip. He should feel bad– terrible even, but how can he resist? There's no way you have no idea what you do to him, he tried justifying in his mind as his cock throbbed desperately in his hand.

Biting his bottom lip, the image of you in his phone fueled his imagination as he envisioned arriving with you at this party you mentioned, having such a pretty thing like you on his arm would be a major ego boost too. The length of your dress could easily allow him to pull down your panties (did you even have a pair on under that dress?), bend you over the host's bathroom sink and slam his cock balls deep inside you, relentlessly filling you then demanding you to pull your panties back up and come back to the party with him as his cum would be dripping between your thighs.

As Satoru bucked his hips up into his hand, he stopped briefly to spit into his hand, deciding there's no time to look for lube, he went back to fucking his hand to the thought of you. If only you knew your new friend got off to these innocent pictures you sent him, if only you knew what he wanted to do to you– he's confident you wouldn't wanna be friends anymore. Shaking his head he pushed aside those thoughts and focused on his current pleasure, his fantasy, his goal of cumming from the pictures of you in those dresses you handpicked to show him.

He mumbled words of encouragement as if you were there with him right now bouncing on his dick instead of the reality of his hand moving up and down, mutters of 'good girl's and praises like "so good, baby" and "yeah? You like that?", desperate to convince himself of his fantasy. Satoru tossed aside his phone long ago after making sure the photos were engraved in his mind, he wasn't expecting you to update him until sometime near midnight.

his eyes closed as his other hand slid up his stomach pushing up the material of his shirt until it reached his collarbone, his fingers trying to find any weak points on his body to rub, pinch or entice as his hand rubbed his dick to the pace of his imaginary storyline; where he dreamed of driving you back home and stuffing you full of his cock until the only word that was in your vocabulary was his name.

"Yesyesyes, (Name)..! Mmmmmhffuck..!" He groaned out as he felt his end near already, his face warming up to a soft reddish pink reminiscent of the tip of his dick as he fucked his hand, soft gasps and groans escaped him as he imagined all the filthy things he could do to you, all the filthy things he wanted to know about you.

What type of panties do you always wear? What type of men make you horny? Who have you been with? Would you let him fuck you? 'Please lemme fuck you, lemme fuck you..! Wanna fuck you..!'

The vulgarity of his desperation made him blush but brought him dangerously close to the edge, squeezing the base of his cock Satoru covered his mouth instinctively, he bucked up his hips as his cum coated his abdomen, stomach and some droplets even reached his chest. He moaned behind his hand as he felt the waves of pleasure shock through his body. He slowed his hips, mumbling for the imaginary you once more. "Take it, take it all, baby.."

He didn't want to move, he knew he had to but he wanted to relish in his fantasy a little longer, he wanted to pull you close and sloppily kiss your cute glossy lips and praise you for being a good girl, taking his load like that. He imagined his cum oozing from your slit but he wouldn't let it go to waste, he'd use his finger to slide it back in where he knows it belongs.

He remembered to save those photos for.. 'next time', reaching over to get his phone, he paused as he received a notification.

(Name)💘: party was lame, coming 2 ur place!! >:3c

Sitting up, the sweat that collected at his back from his 'session' cooled him off, he cleaned himself up and couldn't help but grin at your adorable message.

You don't need to worry, he'll entertain you more than any dumb party could.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #gojo smut

[melon-cream-enmu]

Repost from peach-cream-yukio

Levi forces you to watch gross hentai then does the same things to you.

Cw: gross hentai, this is absolutely noncon but he’s in love with you, facials, cum swapping through kisses. mentions of kinks: mind control, monster fucking. tentacles, having a fleshlight of you, having a body pillow of you that he cut open and fucks, idk, some other stuff. Unnatural amounts of cum in one ‘session’ I guess. He just has like truck loads of cum you’ll see. He sits you on his keyboard and it cracks in half but not because of your weight just because it’s convenient for the plot. Noncon, slight nonspecific mention of noncon kink hentai. As always I write these before I start writing the actual piece and I go in and fix it later. AFAB no pronouns mentioned, plus size of course🤍you’re described as fat but not by Levi and not completely directly and it’s also not as an insult or bad thing. I wanted this to be nasty, so seriously it’s unnatural amounts of cum. You’re mentioned as his mate

Levi is such a closeted disgusting pervert. The type to steal your dirty panties and smell em, lick em, suck the crotch while he fucks his hand like his life depends on it. The type to use magic to find a way to get a perfect X-ray view of your pussy and make a fleshlight of you. The type to have a commissioned anime style body pillow of you, one side normal, just you all perfect and wonderful, and the other side raunchy, you on your stomach looking back at him over your shoulder, ass up and cute pussy on display, thighs shiny. He’ll even eventually cut and sew a satin lined pocket to the inside so he can fuck ‘your’ pussy. The type to buy even the most amateur hentai games, all because you can customize the mc and love interest character and he makes them look like you and him, down to the very last detail. So what if some are the highest of qualities, with perfect shiny renders and amazing physical 3D rigging, and others so shitty they lag and freeze? He still gets off to those images of you speared on ‘his’ cock, a monsters, a tentacle, a pistoning dildo, coating the underside of his gaming desk in cum, cum that he 70% of the time is too blissed out to remember he should clean off, so it’s mega disgusting down there. He ventured into ‘gross’ hentai long before he met you but he always felt gross about it. But the moment you showed up, the next time he’d watched one, you immediately came to mind, and it was so much better than any other times he’d watched one. When you two start to get closer and you show an interest in his hobbies, he stops going for the more ‘vanilla’ series, instead watching one’s with piss kinks, mind control, step siblings, monsters, and every time thinking about you. How he’d beg any higher power who might listen to such a gross degenerate that he be allowed to touch you.

But he’d never dare do anything that would ruin the friendship he’d built so diligently. He’d done everything right, every move was calculated. He needed to be your best friend.

He’d never risk that.

Until he got too careless one night. He’d forgot to lock his door. You coming over at the darkest hours of night is a common and welcome occurrence, but not now. He hears you call his name, having only had one ear bud in. You open his door and his mind goes foggy. He can’t think, can’t do anything but stare at you as your eyes move around the room, from the bottles of lube on the floor, to several pairs of your panties, to the body pillow all bunched and covered in so much cum you could barely make it out but you can see that it’s you, to the several fleshlights so full of cum that he’d have to stop with one and pick up another and now they’re leaking cum in loads, all strewn across his shiny tile floor.

Your eyes widen and your lips close in what’s probably fear. You shift one foot back he’s acting before he can even think to. His horns and tail materialize so quickly the magic cracks audibly like a whip. His tail is so much longer than it should be, than it usually is, and it wraps around you in hardly a second. Then he’s on you, pushing you against the door. His head finally lets him focus and he can hear his computer. He must’ve moved it so fast it tore the ears buds from the speaker, and now the character on screen is moaning loudly. He sees your eyes look at the monitor and see them crying and pushing at the player character. Levi growls and his eyes glow brightly as his pupils shrink to slits. He’s moving so fast, you’re away from the door and by his desk in a flash.

He picks you up and slams you so hard on his desk the keyboard cracks in two, the space bar having been pressed just before it broke, pausing the video, effectively cutting its sound. You whimper at the feeling of the keys harshly pressing into your skin, and Levi acts ‘kindly’, pushing your thighs up, ripping the ruined tech from under you and throwing it to the floor. You go to open your mouth but his hand is on your face quickly. Your lips are covered, cheeks pinched by his thumb and fingers, nails pressing dangerously close to breaking skin.

“Don’t…say, a word.” His fluorescent orange eyes stare at you through purple lashes before he lifts his head. You can see a sneer on his lips, several of his teeth now long and sharp. His voice is almost raspy. “Well, now you know. Now you know how much of a disgusting, horrible person I am. Thinking of you this way, doing all of this while thinking of you.” You whimper hotly behind his hand. “You weren’t supposed to ever know. This is your fault.” He picks you up by your ass and you feel his cocks on your thigh, sticky and hot, getting all over you and your really short sleep shorts. He crosses his room to where his quite large tv is, and drops you on a makeshift bed, a cheap mattress with tons of random duvets, cushions, and pillows. You wince, both at the drop, and at the large amounts of stickiness that touches your skin.

“It’s your fault you saw it…and it’s your fault I’m like this.” He picks up a remote, turning on the tv. There’s already a disc in the player, and if the menu art is anything to go by, you want out.

A girl, plush and fat like you, many features like you, crying on the mc’s dick, plunged so hard in her she’s squirting. The title is pink and bubble letters, with its secondary title smaller, sharper, harsher below it, clueing anyone in on the type of thing this truly is. You see the menu and try to claw your way off the tangle of bedding.

Levi tackles you and you both wrestle, ending in you caged to him, back to his front, your arms held back, your legs forced open and held by his. His free arm wrapped around to your front, hand holding the remote precariously, fingers spread on your soft stomach as he feels it rise and fall with each shuddered breath.

“Why are you trying to run? You came into my room without asking, and now you want to leave?” The tv sounds with the small chime of the remote moving over different selections before the screen goes black as Levi made his choice. He drops the remote to the side. His breath is heavy and hot in your ear and he’s shifting behind you, slippery strange cocks nestling between your cheeks.

It starts almost immediately, the sounds of sex, whimpers, cries, and the mc’s heavy breathing. The girl is just as she was on the menu, but now animated expertly. Her eyes are crossed, a glowing pink haze that’s easy to understand. The mc’s laughter makes sense now. She’s mind controlled, responding to everything he’s saying. Levi’s hand creeps into your shorts and plays with your pussy impatiently. He wants to get to the good stuff.

There’s a flash back, they’re best friends, but he’s hiding his true feelings and depravity, and when she rejects his feelings he already has plan B ready to go. It took mere minutes for her to be on her back, wet, legs spread, clothes discarded. He’s tossing commands with no remorse, telling her to tell him he’s so big, that she loves his cock, that she wants all of his cum, that shes just a thing to use and abuse.

It’s hard to ignore leviathan’s finger breaching your hole. You’re wet, but it still was a surprising, unwanted sensation. Whether he’s lucky or he knew exactly what to look for, he bumps something that has you jolting in his lap, and he proceeds to keep at it. It’s late late at night, no one in the house is awake. It’s just the two of you, and the door is shut. No one can hear you, they can’t even hear the tv despite how loud levi lets it play.

Levi knows how this episode goes, the mc makes her cum so hard she pisses herself and he wants to make you do it. Why shouldn’t he humiliate you, you barged in and embarrassed him. It’s his turn now.

His tail curls before pushing in beside his fingers. While his fingers pull you closer and closer to your peak, his tail bullies it’s way into your cervix while bending to put pressure on your walls. Your cries turn to full blown tears and full body shakes. His fingers and tail retreat and you look over your shoulder. The blue ambient lights reflect in your tears. You’d hoped he’d be stopping but by the look on his face he’s no where near done.

His tail winds down on it self, making itself thicker before pushing back in, while his fingers toy with your clit. You try so hard to free your arms, to move your legs. “Please, please I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to see anything!” The tv answers you.

‘It’s too late now!’

The girls cries are louder than your hiccuped sobs but Levi knew just what he was doing. Fingers rubbing your clit so fast your hips lift off of his and you’re squirting. In time with the hentai on screen. Levi’s breathing so heavy in your ear, and he’s glad you’re so overstimulated and out of it.

His cocks are already searching for your cunt so he shoves you forward and hikes your ass up. You look just like his body pillow, but you’ll feel so much better. His cocks want in you so bad that he can’t stop himself. He’s pulling your shorts down so fast they tear at the seam. The hitched cry in your throat hurts more that his hips knocking yours.

Finally. Finally, he gets to feel you. You’re so hot and tight, he collapses over you. Hes cumming hard, shuddering so much it shakes you. He’s not even waiting a moment before humping you. He just wants to fill you. His hand shakily fumbles for yours before grabbing it.

You interlock your fingers for some sense of stability but you’re pulled back by your arm. You see him behind you. Your view is Levi, smirk all teeth, eyes bright orange and lidded. His view is you, soft skin, cute expression, this is exactly how he saw you every time he fucked that pillow. Now he wants you in every position he’d had you in in those hentai games. But for now he’s focused on making you feel everything he’s felt for you.

You were everything to him. He knows he’s being rough but you need to know. You need to understand what you are to him. His best friend, the love of his life, his Henry…his mate to fuck and breed.

He pulls you up to his chest. Now with you so close he’s losing his mad facade and openly moaning in your ear. His thighs are trembling with each slap into yours and he kisses the away the whimpers that bubble up your throat. This is perfect. It wasn’t the perfect start but that’s fine! He still gets to experience this with you.

Levi’s pace stutters and he widens his legs for a better stance before he slows down and makes his thrusts harder. The tentacles that make up his dick have unwound and are trying desperately to stay in you. It takes a single well time clench off your cunt around him that has him moaning so desperately as he cums inside you.

His fingers rub your clit harshly and quickly pull your orgasm through your entire body.

When his cocks have finally let you go inside, Levi let’s you fall forward onto the bed. But he spots his cum leaking from your lips. He remembers one last thing he wants to do.

He hurriedly flips you over and settles between your legs. He doesn’t give you a moments rest before he’s eating you out. He wants to pleasure you sure, but he’s mainly collecting your combined cum in his mouth. Then he moves up your body, grabs your face. And prods open your lips with his thumb. He kisses you messily and feeds his cum into your mouth. You wince and cry out and his moans start growing.

He slows and starts moving your body to lay down with him and notes how you don’t even cringe at how wet and covered the sheets are. He turns off the tv and looks at how your eyes reflect the ocean ceiling in his room. They’re fluttering closed and your chest is finally slowing to a normal rise and fall rhythm.

He looks down at you, covered in sweat and cum from rolling in his sheets and…he just can’t wait to try even more things you.

#toasted sugar cream #cream fem #cream afab #leviathan smut #obey me smut #cream om

[bornagainmurdock]

star of the show

author's note: support your local drag scene! i'm going to a drag show tonight and i'm very excited to take a break from uni and writing papers and reading theory

summary: you take matt to his first drag show, suggestive but no sex, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, discussions of alcohol, showering together

work count: 1.5k

Matt had lived in NYC his entire life and didn't know any different. He couldn't imagine a non-walkable city, pizza shops on every corner, and not hearing an ambulance siren every second of the day. Despite his intense senses, he was very good at tunning out the soundscape that is the city.

But there was one thing Matt had never done in New York. Matt had never been to a drag show.

Sure, he was familiar with the bar culture. Hell, he'd been to a few gay bars back in the day. But never to see a drag show.

He was convinced the vibe wouldn't be right for him. He was also concered about the sheer amount of sensory input: the stinging song of the lights, the bass shaking the floor, the loud music, the warmth of alcohol throughout the venue.

But, when you offered to take him to his first show he couldn't have said yes faster. He was excited. The show was over a week away, but you wanted to give him enough time to process the situation and prepare himself for it. Matt was also very anxious. he asked you lots of details about the venue and how to get there. He asked about the type of crowd that they typically pull. Matt asked you every question he could come up with throughout the week.

You knew that when he was sensory overwhelmed it could be a recipe for disaster, sending Matt into a series of panic attacks or worse, give him flashbacks.

When the day came, Matt was bouncing around the apartment. He convinced Foggy to let him leave the office early so he could prepare. He had to find something to wear, something cool enough to not be out of place but comfortable enough so that didn't contribute to his overwhelm-ness.

When you got off of work and made it back to the apartment, you walked in to see clothes scattered all over the house. Matt was in the closet throwing things behind him, trying to piece something together.

"Are you looking for something or just creating an elaborate tripping hazard for yourself?"

"I don't know what to wear. I can't wear my usual suit because that will be too formal. But I can't wear gym clothes, beacuse obviously. I guess I'm realizing I got rid of all my manwhore clothes from college when Fog and I would go barhopping." He stopped digging for a second to turn your direction.

"Do you want some help?"

"I'd love some."

You walked through the house looking at the options before deciding to sort through what was left of the closet instead.

"Okay Matt, how about just some jeans. Any jeans. These are black normal straight leg jeans."

"Okay. Okay. But What do I wear on top?"

"How do you feel about this shirt." You passed it behind you into his hands. He passed it between his fingers to feel all of the textures.

"Is this mesh? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME TO WEAR SOMETHING SEE-THROUGH?"

"Yes, it's mesh. It's a sheer black short sleeve button up that I bought for you and then I guess forgot to gift to you."

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"I do. Now put it on."

Matt was hesitant but trusted you to make him look good. You helped him button the front while his hands ran over his body, feeling the texture on his skin.

"Oh this is nice."

"I told you. Now let me get ready."

You put in headphones while Matt finished getting ready. You changed outfits rather quickly, already having an idea of what you wanted to wear tonight.

While in thebathroom using the mirror to fix your hair, Matt walked in and settled behind you, snaking his hands around your hips.

"I bet you look so good right now," Matt started kissing the back of your neck, biting every so ofter, "What're you wearing?"

"Find out for yourself."

His hands caressed your whole body, stopping at the chain around your neck. He pulled on it to tilt you head down for more access to the side of your neck.

"Keep it in your pants Murdock. We have to leave soon."

You packed your bag and made sure Matt had anything he could need tonight while you were out: specifically nausea meds because you knew he would drink until he was sick if given the chance.

"Let's go!!"

It was a short walk to the venue. Matt was giggly the whole walk, purposely tapping you with his cane when you got too far ahead of him.

At the door, Matt folds in his cane and tucks it into his back pocket for now. You paid the cover and got your two mandatory drink tickets and helped Matt up the front steps before finding yourself at the end of the bar.

"Drinks?" Matt was excited to get this night started.

He ordered for both of you. Himself, a negroni, and you, a vodka cran. You grabbed both and searched for a table, finding a tall one with two chairs to sit out.

"So the show starts in 20 minutes. How do you feel?"

Matt took a huge sip and smiled, "Buzzed. There's too many bodies walking around. Will you tell me what's happening."

"Yah. Okay, so the rooms almost full. I'm sure you can tell that. We must have got the last table or maybe whoever was here saw the poor sad blind man and moved for us," Matt laughed along with you, "But some of the performers are walking through the crowd. The DJ is finishing getting set up. I'm sure you can tell by the music. Oh, and also the hosts just sat down."

You were interupted by an annoucement over the loud speakers about the show starting soon. Matt reached for your hands and squeezed hard when he found them.

When the show started Matt had very quickly become the center of attention, with many performers coming up to him to flirt. One of the queen under her breath asked to take Matt's glasses off for a bit, and after he said yes, she took them, put them on, and danced around for the rest of the song before returning them to the table with a wink.

At the start of each number you explained their outfit and makeup and any props they had on stage to Matt. He swayed and sung along the whole night, cheering when performers did big stunts and offering his commentary about audio mixing to you between numbers.

"Okay and this one is wearing a yellow wig, and it's curly and big, like a southern grandma. And she has on big black stomping boots with lots of buckles. She's in a latex dress, skin tight and barely covering anything. She's covered in chains and spikey metal accessories. Her nails are loooong stilletos and they're shiny black with crystals. And her makeup is also all black and super glossy."

"Do you think I'd look good in that dress?"

"You're drunk."

"Perhaps, but I could use another." And so he did.

At the end, every performer joined the crowd for a dance party, many of the flocking to Matt to flirt with him some more, and he ate it up. He was singing and dancing along the crowd, laughing with the emcees and taking shots with the queens.

A drag queen was holding Matt's hand and spinning him around, bumping into the rest of the crowd and spilling the drink in his hand. He was buzzed and happy.

At last call Matt grabbed his final drink and finally sat back down to relax.

"So how would you say your first drag show is going?" He didn't respond, just giggling and blowing you a kiss.

They finally kicked you both out, tipsy and stumbling down the street, Matt was still singing and humming with excitement. When you finally reached the apartment, he collapsed on the couch with a sigh.

"After all this time living in NYC, I cannot believe I haven't been to a drag show yet. I feel like I've been missing this my entire life." Emotionally drunk Matt wasn't typical, here he was in tears over how exciting the night was. "It was so magical."

"I don't think you've drank this much in so long."

"We should do it more often." His senses were blasted, unable to navigate the apartment as good as he normally did.

"Absolutely not. Shower time Matthew."

He hummed in affirmation adn stripped right there in the living room. Butt-ass-naked and still wiggling around like the club music was still blasting.

When you wrangled him into the shower, you stripped as well joining him in the warm water.

"Do you think we can go back next week again? One of the queens asked when she'd see me again."

"Were you flirting with them?"

"I'm not really sure." He chuckled, alcohol seeping out of his skin, slowly sobering up in the water.

"I'm not letting you get this drunk next time."

"Try and stop me."

"Oh I will." You tickled him for a second before clinging onto his torso, kissing his chest. "Alright, bedtime."

You turned off the water and stepped out handing Matt his towel.

"Okay but we can go back next week, right?"

"Of course Matt."

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #fluff #matt murdock fluff

[bvlcorr]

October Update

It's been a few months since I last posted. Most of what I've done on the layout (besides running it), has been improvements to existing parts of the layout. I've rewired the sensors for my Arduino-driven turntable so they're more reliable, and managed to fix up some other bugs with it.

This staging area at the end of my layout was originally just meant to represent an interchange with a standard-gauge line. As you can see from the photos above, I'd already started working on it. I forgot to take a proper 'before' photo.

The siding that curves off to the right of the photo was built as a locomotive parking track, but wasn't really used. It didn't really feel right to park one of my engines off-stage. So I added scenery to this section.

Here's what it looks like now. It's a designated diesel parking area. I was also able to fit a short section of standard-gauge track at the back, and I've got some O scale boxcars that'll sit on it once it's weathered. I've been wanting to get this standard gauge track on for ages. In fact, the bumper at the end of that track is my first O scale scratchbuilt structure.

With this completed, the layout scenery finally felt finished. As such, I've now started adding details to the layout. I've accumulated a large amount of detail castings over the years, a few at a time, for just this moment. People, animals, barrels, that sort of thing. I'm planning to add details to the whole layout, but I started with this extension, and some of the locomotives:

Now, having the diesel parked at the diesel facility left one of the turntable tracks empty.

Back when I got into On30, I purchased two Bachmann Climax locomotives. However, I could never get them to run properly. The motor speed would drop off after half throttle, and they would constantly lose power.

So I took them apart, to see if I could fix them. It turned out that one of the windings in one of the motors was shorting, and so I fixed that up. Testing revealed that both motors were working fine on DC voltage after this. As such, I upgraded them both to modern decoders, a Tsunami 2, with a KA-4 keepalive module in them. This fixed up the power loss problem.

I also made a few small modifications & repairs. I'd given them some additional details, back when I'd first purchased them. This time around, I gave no. 1 a Banta Modelworks closed cab. The other major change was repairing the front and rear pilots, as the plastic struts holding them had broken. These were replaced with metal castings. I made the pilot boards from coffee sticks, trimmed to length and painted black.

With that, I put them into service on my layout. These are some of my favourite-looking models, and it's good to have them running again.

For now, I'm mostly going to be focusing on adding details to the layout, to bring it to life.

#on30 #model railroad #model railroading #trains

[suiseisyojo]

14 or 22 for izumi too!! (also maybe 19 for kuro (shhhhh))

〈gn!reader x sena izumi ♘〉

a/n: a little spicy near the end! thank you for requesting, i'll get to kuro soon!

send me a chara + kiss !!

14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

Flashing lights enveloped the small studio while bewitching fabrics spun and ruffled to the clicks of cameras. Izumi’s beguiling smile enthralled everyone present, his hallowed passion of posing for the photoshoot blinding.

Izumi looked so undeniably flawless that you nearly forgot the purpose of you watching in on this session.

Stuck in a nasty rut, you needed inspiration for a new design—and who better to examine then Izumi, the stylish idol who practically demanded you accompany him for the day if you truly had nothing better to do with yourself?

You had been neglecting him recently, so you agreed to his proposal. Still, Izumi truly was beautiful. It was only natural that the pencil tucked between your fingers gradually started sketching his form.

Izumi’s professionalism and vocation made the shoot end right on time, unsurprisingly. “Here, Izumi-san, your favorite mineral water,” you chirped as he approached you, your sketchbook already shut and stuffed back in your bag.

Clearly pleased with your attentiveness, Izumi accepted the bottle and brought it to his breathless lips. “Such a good producer, aren’t you?” And the way your cheeks subtly glowed from joy didn’t go unnoticed by him either. “So, did you manage to draw anything?”

“I did!” you nodded fervently, “You were stunning again today, it was hard not to get lost in it.”

That earnesty of yours honestly made Izumi want to spoil you. If he could just lean down and capture your lips, it would be the perfect ending—but of course he couldn’t do it where everyone can see. You better be prepared for the moment you two do end up alone, he’lll shower you in more intimate praises.

“Well, let me see,” Izumi said, extending his hand with an impatient look on his face.

“Huh?!” You weren’t expecting him to ask to see them!

Izumi’s eyebrow twitched before they furrowed together in ire. “What do you mean ‘huh’?! I’m the model, aren’t I? I’m entitled to see it!”

As Izumi’s hands darted towards your bag, your precious sketchbook just peeking out enough to tantalize him, you panicked and attempted jumping back and twisting away from him. “I-I can’t show you! Please understand, Izumi-san!” you shrieked, beads of sweat accumulating on your countenance.

“Why not? Soo~oo annoying!” Izumi’s indignation was potent as the two of you wrestled with your bag, him not knowing the reason for your acute bashfulness. There was an embarrassing amount of detail in your sketches, and it was something you couldn’t bear to readily show off.

“Izumi-san, my bag will break at this rate—!” Just as you were about to plead for forgiveness and mercy, the piercing sound of fabric tearing resounded and stupified the two of you. The strap on your bag snapped, causing it to fall off your shoulder and plummet to the ground in a heap.

Izumi’s complexion blanched, tinges of guilt pervading across his mien. Obviously he never intended to damage your bag, and looking at the quiet devastation in your eyes only exacerbated his sense of responsibility.

Heaving a sigh, Izumi delicately picked your bag up and cradled it on his arm. “Come here,” he curtly whispered, no apology leaving his mouth as his free hand seized up your own. He promptly begun guiding you to the closest unoccupied dressing room.

After having made sure the coast was clear, Izumi brought you both inside and locked the door behind him. At this point you still hadn’t uttered a word, and Izumi was perplexed as to what was going through your mind.

“There’s a sewing kit somewhere in here,” Izumi declared, pushing you down into sitting on a chair and placing your bag gently on your lap, “I’ll find it and fix your bag right up. It won’t take long.”

Even if Izumi hadn’t apologized for the accident, you understood that he rushed the two of you here in order to make it up to you. You really… weren’t upset that your bag had broken, instead what inhabited your mind was anxiety and regret.

“I-It’s really okay, Izumi-san,” you stammered, wanting to ameliorate the situation, “I’m not sad that it broke! Actually, I…”

Fishing out the diminutive sewing kit meant for small patches and stitches from one of the drawers, Izumi fixated his gaze onto you as you fiddled with your bag. “Don’t say that, I’m going to fix it,” he chided you. Don’t be ridiculous, he’s not going to abandon the damage he helped cause.

“I’m sorry, Izumi-san,” the wisp of an apology softly descended from your quivering lips.

Flummox and anger interlocked onto Izumi’s face—why were you apologizing? It upset him that you’d even consider yourself to be in the wrong in this situation. He propped himself down onto a knee to match your height, asking, “What are you talking about, [Nickname]?”

“I promise I trust you! I really do! I was just so, so embarrassed about my drawings,” you babbled on, the rush of emotion causing your voice to waver on the edge of crying. You didn’t feel like crying, it’s just that you felt absolutely strongly about this. And you started to rue how you were acting when Izumi’s tone dropped earlier, questioning if he thought you didn’t have faith in him.

You were full of surprises, weren’t you? A proper producer who thinks of their idols first and foremost.

“That’s not something you need to worry about, I know,” Izumi reassured you as a hand came up to cup your cheek. His thumb glided over your smooth skin, luxuriating in how heat permeated under his fingertips. “My teasing went too far earlier. I’ll make it up to you.”

Izumi’s slender stature extended upwards until he could graze his lips against yours. Despite the unstable thrumming of your heart in your chest, your eyes fluttered shut—anticipating with bated breaths for the second your lips connect.

Watching your demure and adorable face light up only worsened Izumi’s longing, and he didn’t squander another second. His lips pressed against yours, the fingers cupping your cheek shifting to move into your hair.

Bursts of delight skated over your insides in short, rapid succession as you entwined your arms around Izumi’s neck; you were desperate for more of his kisses, and he was ecstatic to give into your cheeky little demands.

“More, Izumi-san… I haven’t… forgiven you yet,” you gasped between feverish kisses, allowing Izumi to discard your bag back onto the floor rather than your lap. While your lips were still connecting, Izumi pulled you up from the chair before swiftly switching your positions.

Izumi plopped down into the chair before helping you up to straddle him, your chests pinned together as his arms embraced you. Like a perfect pirouette, Izumi controlled where the warmth danced around inside you.

You were absolutely charming like this, pliable and needy for his attention. “I’ll take care of you, just don’t let go,” Izumi breathed, fingers delving under your shirt to trace ardently along the flushed skin of your bare back.

As his tongue darted out, neither of you had noticed that your sketchbook had sprawled out of your bag and revealed the very personal drawings you were so adamant about hiding. And you were so lost, you couldn’t find yourself to care.

#c: sena izumi #sena izumi x reader #x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #prns: they/them #gn reader #drabbles #kiss meme #enstars

[strawwritesfic]

Loki Laufeyson x Female!Midgardian!Reader: Superman

Summary: As it turns out, there are far more terrifying things in the universe than Thanos--and one of them is Loki’s girlfriend.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (post-Avengers (2012); cosplay; Superman references; Supergirl references; comic book conventions; mild sexual content; joking reference to Clark/Kara)

Challenge: “120 Bits of Random” challenge by SugarLandBabyGirl on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag list: @imaginesfire

Superman

Never before had Loki Laufeyson been subject to as many horrors as over the weekend you decided to drag him to a comic book convention. He felt tired. He felt drained. Above all, he felt harassed. You ducking into the restroom was the first chance he’d had to rest since arrival, and he took the opportunity gratefully.

What was it about the convention that made it so energy-sapping? Was it the sheer amount of concentrated nerds? The unadulterated Avengers worship? The fact that some fool had gone out and given Thor his own comic book? Even that last detail might have been forgivable, had they not decided to draw Loki looking akin to a constipated frog-man with antlers.

“I could kill him,” Loki muttered with very little heat. 

He knew he would never go that far–why get himself thrown back in prison for a bit petty revenge not long cold enough to enjoy?–but apparently his recently-returned girlfriend did not, because you appeared in front of him with a scowl and a waspish:

“Superman doesn’t kill people!”

He let out something between a sigh and groan. The brief moments where he forgot that he’d come to this ridiculous gathering in costume were the only moments in which he felt less murderous. It was only at your insistence that he had, and Loki did not feel nearly as attached to the mundane illusion as you did. When he did not respond to your rather childish comment, you sighed yourself, adding:

“And fix your hair.”

His eyes crossed as you reached up to tug a lock of hair back across his forehead. “[Name].”

“I’m not [Name]. I'm Kara,” you said, stepping back again to admire your handiwork. 

Luckily for you, your costume actually suited you. Come to think of it, how had you got that back on after using the restroom? The cape alone should have caused some trouble. And then there was the part where he knew you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath it. Had he not been so irritated, Loki might have been intrigued.

“You’re insane, that’s what you are,” said Loki. He had had no idea that this “cosplay” ridiculousness had involved such mind-altering behavior. If he had, he never would have given into agreeing to participate. You were still you, and he was still him, whatever you said to the contrary.

“Kal!” you whined. 

Probably that was his code name, but you had tried to cram so much information into his brain in the past week since sewing the costumes that Loki could not exactly remember. He didn’t have much time to try. The next second, you grabbed his wrist and wrenched him down to your level. 

“Don’t ruin this for me and you might get lucky tonight,” you snarled.

“The characters are cousins,” Loki pointed out flatly. 

This only got another grunt of annoyance out of you before you dragged him off to some booth about the upcoming movie his character was in.

Just two more days, he thought as he tripped after you. Just two more days.

#fan fic #straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #ficlet #challenge fic #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #thor #avengers #marvel #mcu #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki reader insert #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x y/n #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu x y/n #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #thor x reader

[hauntdoesthetwist]

A Twist of Fate

A/N: technically i posted this a while back, but then took it down because i realized there was a detail i really wanted to include that i totally forgot about, and then i just ended up rewriting most of it and here we are! so this is basically a little origin story/prelude to Mick arriving in Twisted Wonderland, including a bit of lore about their life before hehe. (sidenote, Mick uses he/him & they/them pronouns, i just stuck with he/him since their younger sibling uses exclusively they/them to make it easier to read)

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First days were always Mick’s biggest headache. Even with one sibling graduated and gone, this one wouldn’t be any easier. An early start was always a requirement, but the sudden change of schools their parents dropped on them meant this would need to be even earlier. On top of that, there was making sure both him and his younger sibling were fed, packed, and ready, all while suppressing his own anxiety to reassure Ryne about theirs. At least there were leftovers from Emcee’s visit already packed for lunch, courtesy of very enthusiastic Ryne. The two would never stop teasing Mick about the eldest’s culinary superiority, but who was he to complain about one less to-do?

Speaking of, as the thought crossed his mind, he looked at his clock, time to get started. One more double-check of his own supplies and he made his way downstairs, knocking on Ryne’s door on the way down.

…which turned out to be unnecessary, he realized entering the kitchen to the sound and smell of sizzling eggs. Ryne was carefully scraping the last of the now-scrambled eggs onto a plate when they noticed their sibling.

“I made breakfast!” They beamed.

Mick could help but chuckle at the way they lit up. “I can see that, thanks.” His eyes darted to the dials on the stove as they set down the pan and turned and he reached over to turn it off as Ryne reached into the fridge, grabbing and sprinkling shredded cheese over their own plate.

Breakfast passed without incident and before they knew it, the two were at the door, Mick checking over both their bags as Ryne pulled on their shoes.

“Keys and phone in your pockets?”

“Yep.”

“Slept for most of the night, at least?”

“An acceptable amount.”

“...sure.” He passed their bag as they stood up. “Brushed hair and teeth?”

“Both, better than you might I add,” they reached out, running a hand over one of his more prominent cowlicks.

With a snort, he pushed their hand away. “Whatever you say, bangs.”

Ryne glared back at him, unconsciously blowing at a stray hair threatening to prove his point. After a moment, their eyes widened and they hurriedly riffled through their bag. Before he could ask what they were up to, Mick watched them pull out a little bottle filled with barrettes and bobby pins, opening it up and dumping a few into their hand.

He barely had the time, nor inclination, to sigh as they forced his hair back and pinned it into place. It wasn’t a total fix, he could tell that without needing to look, but it seemed to satisfy them. The look of pride on their face reminded him of when they were all younger and he’d be the subject of his siblings’ cosmetic whims. What he didn’t expect was them plopping the bottle into his hand.

They smirked as he raised an eyebrow at them. “In case you wanna switch into something prettier.”

Upon closer inspection, Mick saw there were a few novelty pins in there too, ones with little animal heads, sparkles, or gems on them. He hadn’t noticed at the time, but he guessed the ones currently in his hair were just simple black or brown then. He laughed a bit, shaking his head as he pocketed the bottle. It was easier to go with it than argue, and if the image of him parading around a new school in cat-themed barrettes amused them, he might even do it.

“I’m sure they’ll come in handy. C’mon, let’s get going.”

He led the way out the door, waiting on the bottom step as Ryne pulled the door shut and reached into their pocket…then their other pocket…backpack-

“Shit!” They opened the door back up and ran back in. Figuring the key-search would take a bit based on how frantically they were looking about every nearby surface(they were probably on their desk, like always), Mick decided to walk ahead and take a small breather before the day truly bore down on him.

It was a nice day, by Mick’s standards anyway. Fall’s crisp breezes were just starting to settle over the fading summer heat, and the layer of clouds covering the whole sky diluted the sunlight enough that he didn’t have to squint, but was still thin enough that it felt like morning and not like he woke up 2 hours too early…again. Even the neighborhood was nice enough for an early morning; empty streets hosted only him and empty cars. Only people walking would have to be up by now, namely him and his fellow carless siblings, as it had been for their entire lives. When they were younger, their parents were always too busy to drive them, and now…well it had been a long time since their bedroom had seen any use. Even their contacts in Mick’s phone had seemed to acquire dust, the most recent message being the announcement of the transfer and a link to the school’s website. He knew there was no point in responding, so he didn't.

Lost in thought, he’d already walked down the driveway and almost into the street before he snapped out of it, jumping back.

“Gah-!” With a glance, he once again confirmed that he was alone, and sighed at his overreaction, scolding himself. “Not like anyone would hit you anyway. Kinda uncanny…”

He turned back to the doorway, not seeing Ryne. Guessing they must’ve made their way upstairs, Mick pulled out his phone and went to text Emcee. He knew she didn’t worry as much as him, but he still typed up a quick text to tell her they’re out the door. As his finger reached for the send button-

Neigh!!

He realized the dark, horse-drawn carriage barreling over him. And then nothing.

#twst #twst yuu #twst mc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland oc #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfic #*vibrating* i swear i'm totally normal and not dying to spill my guts about this entire oc family i (accidentally) made

[tomicaleto]

a kiss, so consumed by each other, barely enough strength left to breathe💐

Hi anon!

I'm so so so sorry this took me so long, I was going through a terrible block when I got this prompt, then I left for a trip and couldn't write at all and then came back to a new hyper busy term. So between the writer's block, the amount of stuff I had to do for class and even some sad feelings in general, writing was kinda low these last couple of months

But fear not! I have come up with an idea for this prompt and it's around 2k words so!

Here you go

a hundred kissing details

Also on AO3!

EDIT: I forgot to add! this fic was also inspired by this wonderful fanart

The war had only been over for a couple of months and the peace and recovery efforts were still going strong. 

The Republic’s political sphere had been completely turned into chaos as the reality of Chancellor Palpatine’s true identity and his actual role in the war was revealed. For the first week after his death, the Jedi order had withdrawn into their temple. For too long they had been forced to fight and die into a now pointless conflict and their first step before going out and helping fix the galaxy was to begin healing themselves. 

Three of the High Council masters had died against Palpatine, and Master Windu and Anakin had both been greatly injured in the fight and now were recovering in the med bay. Jedi Knights were returning home for the first time in several months, masters reuniting with their padawans. For the first time in three years, most Jedi were back home, but it was clear how much their numbers had suffered during the war. 

Obi-Wan had arrived shortly after the official announcement had been made, his only thoughts as he reached the temple had been to seek Anakin out. A fierce protectiveness had taken over him. Anakin had been his padawan, his best friend, the other half of his soul. And now it had been revealed the old man who Anakin had considered as a friend had been pretending all this time in order to poison his mind. 

He blamed himself, how had he been so blind as to not have seen it before? How was Anakin feeling about the situation? 

The Jedi healer that welcomed him didn’t seem surprised to see Obi-Wan there. They guided him towards Anakin’s bed. He was asleep, put into a dreamless state to avoid him causing a mess. “His emotions are a storm right now. From what we managed to check before inducing his current state, he felt angry, but also guilty and stupid. We believe he must blame himself for not having seen the Sith’s machinations. It’s likely that the Dark Side has been affecting his psyche as well, exponentially increasing his reactions.” 

Obi-Wan winced. How could Anakin even believe that? It was clear he was a victim in this situation. Obi-Wan took a seat next to him and grabbed one of his hands, caressing the back of it. He could only hope after Anakin was finished healing that the lack of war and the comfort of the Jedi order would bring peace of mind to his restless mind. 

The contact of their hands had Anakin groaning and shifting in his bed, but he remained asleep. 

Weeks passed before either Mace or Anakin were recovered enough for the healers to consider waking Anakin up. Even Mace woke on his own, slowly retelling the whole battle against Sidious to the remaining members of the Council on their improvised meeting, the ones on Coruscant crowding the med bay, the ones still away, on holo. 

Obi-Wan listened to him, still holding Anakin’s hand, observing how his scars had taken a deep reddish hue, like spider webs across his neck. The Sith had apparently not spared any lightning while fighting Mace and Anakin, his own former padawan had his own scars blooming across his neck. 

A new chancellor was temporarily elected, and peace talks between the senators from the Confederacy and the Republic slowly began, as the Senate kept trying to salvage the messy field Palpatine had left behind. Questions about his closest political allies began gaining weight and the Senate and petitions to have them investigated by the Judicial Department and tried were pushed forwards. 

News arrived at the temple from the maintenance crew, from special messengers sent from the Senate, from news sources, always transmitted in the common areas of the temple and even from one or two brave padawans that dared visit the Senate and see what the actual arena looked like.  

The Council was in session almost every hour, all days of the week. As soon as Mace was deemed well enough to go back to his duties, he left the med bay, and with him, he took Obi-Wan’s excuse to remain there during the meetings. He still went back after each day, when the night had taken over Coruscant’s skies, feeling his shoulders drop with exhaustion. He often fell asleep clutching Anakin’s hand, and woke with his back aching thanks to the awkward posture held through the night. 

Weeks went by, treaties between planets were discussed, several senators and other political figures were held in custody and investigated. The frantic pace of the first month began slowing down, allowing everyone in the galaxy a moment to breathe. Even the Force felt lighter, like a ray of sunlight after weeks of rain, not quite warm yet. Coruscant spring cycle just beginning.       

As Obi-Wan softly snored against the thin sheet of the med bay, Anakin blinked his eyes open, squinting at first, and swallowing three times to try and ease his dry throat. He felt disoriented, and his whole body ached, phantom feelings of lighting coursing through his veins. He looked around, as the sounds of the ships soaring through Coruscant’s busy lanes began growing stronger. He felt as if he had been underwater for decades, and was just now coming out for air. 

There was an annoying sound close to him, different to the mechanical sounds of the medical equipment. Everything was too loud, a headache making him frown. The Force was blaring in his ears like it hadn’t since he had been a child, even before becoming a Jedi. His shields seemed to be non-existent but Anakin found himself unable to rebuild them. Trying to mute the sensations somehow, he turned his head on the pillow, eyes closed, and opened them to find Obi-Wan asleep, hand wrapped tightly around his own. 

He opened his mouth, lips chapped dry and made a pitiful attempt to wake his master. It took him several tries before he managed to groan a low “Obi-Wan”. He didn’t think anyone around had heard him, so quiet he had spoken.

But Obi-Wan sprung awake like he had been burned, eyes wide open and wild, looking frantically around, as if looking for an enemy or a threat, before his eyes settled on Anakin staring at him from his pillow. 

He relaxed and closed his eyes, as if he were about to go back to sleep, and Anakin was sure he would. But then he startled again and turned towards Anakin, a look of awe taking over his face as he registered that Anakin was indeed awake and staring at him. 

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, leaning down towards Anakin’s face, making him wince as his Force presence soared against Anakin’s mind. He immediately retreated at Anakin’s face, a soft apology murmured between them. “How are you feeling?” 

And that was the big question, wasn’t it? How was Anakin feeling? After the last fight he remembered, his feelings still a mess and his body a mix of pain and new scars. 

He was released from the med bay a month after waking, with orders to keep up with his physical therapy. But Obi-Wan could see Anakin was quickly growing restless. He had spent almost two months trapped in the same room, and was clearly working through some stuff in his mind. Obi-Wan wished he could help Anakin, he often lent an open ear, and sometimes was lucky enough that Anakin would offer some small piece of the process he was dealing with inside his mind. He would often find Anakin meditating in the gardens, standing straight at the edge of one of the pools, hands firmly grasped together behind his back. 

His shields had been rebuilt to their very basics, just enough to keep people out and his own thoughts in, but open enough to let the Force filter through. Such was the way Obi-Wan found him that afternoon. His face was impassive, and by the flow of the Force around him, it was clear he was deep into meditation.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, he stood next to Anakin, staring at the ripples that broke the calm surface of the pool. They stayed like that for a few moments, until Obi-Wan felt Anakin shift and turned to find him slowly blinking his eyes open.

“Done with your meditation for the day?” He asked, going for a light tone. Anakin nodded, his shoulders dropping with a tired sigh. Obi-Wan ached for him, and hurried to propose an idea he’d come up with to try cheer Anakin up. “I was thinking of going to Dex’s for dinner tonight, would you like to come with me?”

Dex’s was brimming with life, apparently a busy night, but Obi-Wan didn’t mind, it was easier to make plans without being noticed like that. They ordered and hurried towards an empty table before it could be occupied by anyone else, and soon he was slurping some noodles as Anakin dug into his own meal, a wrap filled with various vegetables and bantha meat, with some extra sauce to seal the deal. Obi-Wan waited until Anakin had swallowed several bites before talking. 

“I’ve been talking with the Council,” he began, carefully. “About taking some leave in a couple of days.” He finished, as Anakin’s shoulders tensed. 

“That’s… that’s wonderful, master, you deserve it after your efforts in this farce of a war.” Anakin murmured, no longer eating, his wrap carefully set on a cardboard tray.

“Anakin.” He huffed, amused. “I’m not going alone, I asked them to let me take you with me.” 

And so, a week later, they were setting down their luggage in a fancy resort Padmé had recommended. While Obi-Wan opened the windows and let the air flow into the room, Anakin marched into the bathroom. Naboo had wonderful water showers, which Anakin had grown to love. 

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan breathed in the clean air, enjoying the view of unending green, waterfalls and clean skies. He’d been at Naboo on several occasions but had never been able to take in the scenery, there had always been something more important to take care of first. 

The sound of the bathroom’s door sliding open broke him out of his thoughts, Anakin waking out with a towel around his hips, drying his curls with another one. Shamelessly, Obi-Wan let himself admire Anakin’s back and how his muscles shifted with each movement. Then, as Anakin dropped the towel into a laundry facility, he turned away to allow him some privacy while he got dressed. 

“So,” Anakin began, “what are your plans for today?” 

They visited the nearby town, checking out stands and buying street food to snack on as they walked. On Anakin’s demand, they entered a mechanic store and Anakin even bought some spare parts. (“For Artoo,” he had claimed.) When Anakin caught Obi-Wan eyeing the local library, he dragged him in, and followed him around as Obi-Wan roamed the halls, even getting a couple of original paper books. (“These are quite rare to find!”)

The morning flew by and soon they were sitting at a small restaurant, enjoying some light soup made of local vegetables. Anakin’s demeanor had improved since leaving Coruscant and Obi-Wan was happy to see him loosen up. They would have to find a place for Anakin to work on his physical therapy routine, but he hoped they wouldn’t have to travel back to the resort so soon. 

“You know,” Anakin said, swallowing a spoonful of soup. “We’re not far from the fields I visited with Padmé, when I had to protect her.” He paused and looked at Obi-Wan from under his lashes. “Would you like to see?” 

Reaching the meadows forced them to take a small transport to leave the town. Anakin seemed a bit lost, telling Obi-Wan the road taken with Padmé had been different, as the house they had stayed at had been much closer than the town they were at. 

The local who had offered to take them there left them thirty minutes away from the falls, so they walked and walked, comfortable silence between them. Obi-Wan took in the scenery, but was distracted by Anakin by his side. He had been getting distracted by Anakin for years now, but with the war over, he finally let himself indulge in his staring. 

Eventually, they got close enough to the lake’s shores, and Anakin dropped on the soft grass, taking off his boots and socks, stretching his toes and wriggling them. Obi-Wan sat down next to him, following his example and snorted when Anakin relaxed onto his back.

“C’mon, master, the grass won’t bite.” He teased, leaning his weight on one arm. Obi-Wan shrugged and mirrored Anakin’s pose. They were millimeters apart and Obi-Wan didn’t miss the way Anakin’s eyelids dropped closed. 

“You’re right,” he whispered, softly grabbing Anakin’s chin and guiding his face closer, his eyes dark as Anakin’s lips fell slightly open. Anakin only made a questioning humming sound. “It won’t bite, but I do.” 

And without missing a breath, he closed the distance between them, swallowing Anakin’s soft gasp and licking his soft lips open with his tongue. Anakin melted into the kiss, letting himself be pushed onto his back as Obi-Wan deepened the kiss. They didn’t break apart, even when Anakin’s hands clawed onto Obi-Wan’s back, even when Obi-Wan’s own hands started exploring Anakin’s body with ravenous hunger. 

He pushed his love into the kiss, his years-long longing, his desperation to see Anakin alright after being so close to losing him. And Anakin answered with full force his own feelings shoved into the kiss. 

They only pulled away when the lack of air forced Anakin to gasp, his chest heaving and his cheeks deeply flushed. And even as he let him recover, Obi-Wan began peppering his face with kisses, following the curve of his jaw, nibbling on his ear, and pressing a heartfelt kiss on his forehead.  When he leaned back, Anakin was staring at him with watery eyes and a small smile on his lips. “Hello there.” 

“Hello there, master.” Anakin’s right hand slid over Obi-Wan’s back until he buried it into his hair, playing with it for a bit before cupping Obi-Wan’s beard. “Kiss me again?” 

And as they were lulled by the sound of the waterfalls near them, Obi-Wan began a new kiss.           

Thank you for sending this prompt!

#obikin #Anakin Skywalker #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Star Wars #SW #The Clone Wars #TCW #ROTS #Revenge of the Sith #Prequel trilogy #Star Wars AU #asks #anonymous #Ask Game #kiss details ask game #Tomi's fics

[lemongingerart]

Chapter 1 - Departure (I)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N:     Hello dear, it's been a while! I wasn’t actually planning on publishing yet (I still need to finish up the header and the last scene) but after attending star wars celebration I am so high on Hux again! As an extra, I'm also uncharacteristically impulsive. This is not going to end well, ah ah ah.

Arc 2 has been written, up till some very *interesting * scenes! The whole thing got out of hand a bit, I already have almost 23k words for part 1 of this arc (part 2 will follow with the same amount, but still working it through) I should be able to more or less update on a regular basis for the next 11 chapters now, since I only need to review them!

Because I know some of you have read arc 1 a good while ago, let me give you this short recap: Hux, Miko and PC just left Utapau Four and are heading to Taris, so they can obtain the coördinates to the Resistance base. Hux has been in a stressful and frustrated mood (at least, more than usual), while Miko is gloomy from trying to deal with her new reality: she might not be able to return to her home for good.

Get ready for a whole whirlwind of (mis)adventures.

Armitage was looking to the everlasting hyperspace clouds, as if he was paying attention to it for the first time in his life. If Miko wanted to start a conversation - which she certainly didn’t - his intense gaze would've stopped her from doing so. She wondered what he was thinking, looking so serious and focussed on the void ahead.

This time however, she mused, the silence didn’t feel loaded and somehow had turned into something comforting. They had an actual plan and could focus on the upcoming mission. Everything was more or less under control. 

Miko felt like she finally had the time to study her companion. From the seat she was in, she noticed he was frowning deeply, and she could guess by that serious stern look on his face, he was thinking about the current bantha poodo he was in. 

She sat back in the co-pilot 's chair while keeping an eye on his side profile. She knew by now he had done some horrible things - based on her father's reaction - although she didn't know the exact details. 

Thinking back to the way he introduced himself to her with so much flair, his previous position within the military must’ve meant everything to him. The First Order was probably the only life he knew. And she doubted one could become a general by playing along nicely, so he probably has done and sacrificed a lot to get in that seat. 

Still, he betrayed all that. For what?

Her mind wandered back to the time he miraculously woke up beneath her, onboard the Steadfast . She really was convinced he was dead at the time. She could remember the shock she felt, when she unceremoniously had fallen down on his limp body. But the memory was blurred by the storm of emotions and adrenaline she went through that moment. 

Did I really somehow… revive him, like he said? How could that be even frigging possible?  

The girl looked at her hands and slowly turned them around, trying to see if something happened if she tensed the muscles in her fingers. 

Of course, it was to no avail, making her wonder if he was just making things up for some obscure reason. But why would he do that? 

Nothing made sense these past days . The chaos, violence, the unexpected get-away, everything was wearing her down.

She slowly looked back to the ex-general and noticed how his jaw was slightly moving. 

Was he grinding his teeth… again ? 

At this moment, she was absolutely positive this man was full of frustrations and looking at the bags under his bloodshot eyes and his pale skin, the stress was eating him slowly but surely. 

She closed her eyes. If she was not going to stop paying attention to him, she was going to start getting worked up as well, and that wouldn’t help them any further. 

After a short pause, Miko felt relatively at ease again and decided to follow Hux’ gaze, so she started staring at the hyperspace clouds as well. They were somehow enchanting, the slight rotation of the ship making the clouds swirl and giving the space outside a dreamy aura. 

Honestly, right now, this all felt like a bad dream. She had always wanted to leave Utapau Four behind, and she used to fantasise about steering her own ship, drifting through hyperspace, from system to system. Seeing the most beautiful parts of the galaxy. Looking for a place with more purpose to land. 

She once wished for adventure, but now, the sting of hastily having to say goodbye to her father, maybe for good, was reminding her that she wasn't living her dream. This was all too real and absolutely not how she wanted to leave her home behind. 

She felt the urge to cry slowly rising from her chest, but she refused to give in to those feelings, especially around that pompous manipulative asshole. She gulped and kept her head down, trying to find tranquillity once again.

Only a few seconds later, she noticed a small but very irritating noise originating from the left. She looked back at Hux, who was now grinding his teeth so loud she could hear it from her seat and it was not helping her current emotional state.

Kriff.

‘Could you please stop doing that?? It’s not good for both your teeth and my headache’, she said, grumbling, only then realising she was again talking before thinking things through. 

This frigging bastard had almost choked me to death, if it wasn’t for PC , she hastily reminded herself, cold sweat appearing on her backside.

But the next thought that entered her worked up mind, were those glassy eyes again. Almost instantly she felt her cheeks go red, betrayed by her own thoughts, so she swiftly diverted her attention to the other side of the shuttle and gulped. She sincerely hoped he wouldn't turn around and see the blush under the dim light.

Unfortunately, Hux decided to redirect his energy from destroying his teeth to destroying any hope for a normal conversation, and he slowly faced her. 

‘Just who do you think you’re talking to?’ he replied with a low voice, giving her a dangerous look, as if she had done something extremely rude. Her body already involuntarily responded to his words and made her turn her attention back to him, momentarily forgetting the blush and trying to process his rude comment.  

Was this the tone he normally used when a subordinate had messed up pretty bad? she absently considered, trying to find a way to explain that this reply was somehow socially acceptable in Worst Order context. 

But, despite trying to negate the brusqueness in what he just said, she could not get rid of the feeling that he was intimidating her, that was for sure. And, combined with the reason she had been blushing before, he was tearing her apart with these most confusing thoughts.

Right now, under his persistent, piercing gaze, she felt like she couldn’t breathe easily, feeling mixed emotions of anger, inadequacy from her part (and for what? He didn't have anything to expect from her), getting slightly terrified and some other burning feeling from her abdomen. One that matched well with her pink cheeks.

She abruptly closed her mouth and looked away with a defying glance. There was no good verbal response she could come up with, especially since she felt like he turned her into a mess so easily. 

This was a conversation she wouldn’t take any further, because it was going to end in the both of them shouting again, and maybe worse. 

The next few seconds, her discomfort only escalated further into distress. Miko felt like she was walking on thin ice, scared to accidentally provoke him. Not that she was convinced there were any actual triggers, but the thought of his hands around her throat tended to do that to her. So, she decided she didn’t want to stay in the same room with him any more and left the cockpit without a word.

Armitage watched Miko’s back when she retreated from the cockpit. He made notice of her posture, which wasn't reflecting her usual defiance. Unlike their other unfortunate encounters, she looked a bit resigned but mainly confused, most likely too emotionally disturbed to be thinking clearly. Her face looked a bit worked up, too.

Thinking back on what he just said to her, he may have been overreacting due to his train of thoughts. She didn't actually say something offensive, although it was much more straightforward than any other conversation he has had in the past years. 

Taking into account that she already looked off, he hoped she wasn’t going to do anything stupid because of his response.

Given her mood though, he opted not to go after her, and wait in the cockpit a little longer. The atmosphere was already loaded enough and he wasn't looking forward to more energy consuming drama or useless fights. 

He automatically turned his attention back to the hyperspace void in front of him and picked up where his thoughts were left, before her intermission. 

The stress started eating at him again. He wasn’t used to having time for anything, and now he sat there, waiting, counting the hours before he was to be delivered to the enemy, at his own suggestion, no less. 

Was he going to be able to break Ren? How much more did he need to give up so he could remove that idiot, who knocked him from his ambitious trajectory? Is it all going to be worth it and what's going to be left of the First Order in the end? Will there be a chance for him to start over and get in charge again?

There had to be, it was the only life he knew. He had been there, only a little five year old boy, when the Order rose from the ashes of the Empire. So many sacrifices, harsh decisions and risks were taken to become what they were. He personally had pushed himself to the limits, over the limits, sometimes to the brink of insanity, to achieve greatness for the First Order. 

His mind wandered further,  thinking back about the choices he made, the career path he chose and pushed himself forward for.  The way he crawled up to the chain of command.

Yes, corruption was within their ranks. He wasn’t clean of those tactics either, but that’s part of the game. He learned those tricks from his father. 

Armitage grimaced at the thought of the latter, and how he made sure the younger Hux understood his teachings. 

There’s no way one could keep his hands clean in achieving leadership. But at least, he knew how the giant war machine worked, something Ren lacked. They all underestimated him, they didn't understand how far he was willing to go and up till now that had always worked in his advantage. 

The empire had shown that a strong hand was imperative to attain peace, but it was too flawed. And with insane emotionally unstable idiots like Ren at the top, the First Order was risking the same end. Something had to be done.

But, after literally leaking the Emperor's message to the resistance and letting high ranked resistance members escape, will he ever be able to seize command? Maybe he did go too far, this time? 

 He didn’t have many allies left. Phasma perished as did Snoke. Lower officers like Mitaka could prove to be loyal to him, given Ren’s outbursts on the personnel. But in high command, he was losing popularity because of Starkiller and the Fulminatrix.

And then there was that huge factor he hadn’t taken into account properly. 

Pryde. 

He knew of the sick prick and his reserve forces, but none of the acting officers of the First Order out in the outer rim were aware of how Pryde had strengthened their numbers so fast. The so-called allegiant-general had become a powerful and influential player. Suddenly, the tables had turned and both Pryde and Ren almost succeeded in removing him from the board of command.

Then came Palpatine 's message, and it was as if it announced Hux's demise. Pryde convinced his loyal allegiant officers that going after the message would bring them significant strategic advantages, while Ren was not open for reason.  Hux was automatically on the other end of the bargain, and thus enemy number one within the Order's upper ranks. 

How convenient for both. 

He felt his palms grow sticky beneath his leather gloves. He could try to come up with alternative tactics, go over the scenarios over and over again, but he already knew in the back of his mind that there was no better option than the way too risky plan he had picked now.

His jaw felt stiff and was starting to hurt from the constant pressure, the sting bringing him back to the present. He sighed deeply and rubbed his nasal bone.

On second thought, getting into some drama or a fight with Miko suddenly feels much more appealing than drowning in these thoughtlines , he scoffed.

A/N: I'm ignoring Sloane for a minute because we don't know what happened to her, same goes for Thrawn. They will have a cameo later on though! I love them too much not to include them 🥰

#star wars fanfic #oc x character #general hux x oc #star wars #generalginger #gingergeneral #armitage hux #lemonginger #CCATT

[kittykatinabag]

I've finally finished an entire play through of Baulder's Gate 3, and boy what a ride the final portion is.

First off, the Wyrmway.

What.The.Fuck. Somehow this twist shocked me more than anything else in the game. Made me want to stab the Emperor even more than I already did.

Ultimately though, I decided to keep him around because I didn't want to deal with going to the House of Hope or dealing with the devil to get the other ending. Technically this is the Emperor's fight after all, might as well let him have some glory. Lets me not become illithid either.

Astarion's little ending scene makes me so sad though. Since I romanced him I thought there might have been a choice afterwards that maybe shows us two figuring out things that night. There was that book in Cazador's castle that detailed some research into curing vampirism, my character read it and everything that could have been a little easter egg for those who did all that. Or like I'm a sorcerer, and Gale is there too, there has to be some magical way to cloak Astarion in darkness.

In the end though, I ended up almost crying at Karlach's scene and made her bring us to Avernus so she could live. I guess my headcanon for my Tav is that she spent her time split between gallivanting around Avernus with Karlach, maybe getting back in touch with Dammon and maybe seeing if Raphael was willing to help us out in exchange for details of where the Netherstones and crown fell to fix Karlach's engine. And then we make it back to the city to meet up with Gale, Halsin, Jaheria, Minsc, and Lae'zel who in the meantime have been researching ways to cure or manage vampirism and then one night I end up coming across Astarion again and its a happily ever after. As for Wyll, honestly don't care but I assume he took over some of his now-dead father's duties.

Anyways, I was going to do a Dark Urge play through but... this play through alone took 90 hours. My previous not-finished play through was around 85 hours. Steam says I've been playing BG3 for over 200 hours, which I guess means the amount of failures in attempts of one battle or another is over 20 hours (rip me). My computer storage is struggling mightily. Also, Stardew Valley is getting another update with new events and I haven't tried any of the mods yet and watching youtube videos about the game is resparking my interest in doing a slow-life play through of all the popular mods. Also my storage is at critical capacity and I need to get back my over 190 GB of space.

I'll probably eventually come back to BG3, especially if they release any DLC. But the idea of having to slog through another round of Moonrise Towers makes me kind of want to vomit. Also my DU play through would probably have way less allies for the final battle and I barely managed to scrape by with as many as I had this time around.

Anyway 10/10 game, probably my game of the year. Shout out to the writing team for how much content they packed into a $60 game, its only eclipsed by a few jrpgs, and the character writing is frankly much better than most jrpgs. Although huge shout out to the voice actors, everyone absolutely killed it, no notes, it was fantastic. Also amazing queer representation, and not just player-sexual romance options. You can be non binary in character creation, you can be trans in character creation too, everyone's player-sexual, there's a good amount of poly representation (oh I forgot to mention up above but I also slept with Mizora lol Astarion didn't seem to mind), and Dame Aylin and Isobel are peak lesbian, not to mention the various amounts of other NPC queer relationships (especially among the gnomes). Fantastic game. It has a learning curve with mechanics, but highly recommend everyone to give it a try, there's also an easy mode too if even the normal difficulty fights are rolling your party (I had to drop it to easy mode for a few fights here and there, but usually normal isn't too hard).

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #late night ramblings

[dragetunge]

@timewept sent:❝ i was lost without you. i was lonely. ❞ (douxie)

[❇]—;

It was never his intention to hurt them. Not ever. But here he was before them once again and all he could feel was what he had before all of this happened. Seeing them again. He couldn't help but reach out and hold them. Cradle them as he had once before all those years ago. Douxie had cried in his arms for hours. He too had shed more tears than he had known for a while. Things were so different from back then. They were different. But in a good way.

But himself? Untouched, unchanged by time itself.

He couldn't begin to fathom the countless years Douxie had been on their own. What they had gone through without him. He had promised to always be there and he broke that promise to them. And it stung him worse than a sword driven into his chest. "Hisirdoux..." His voice was so low he could hardly believe that it was his voice that had come from him. He had no words really to help comfort them. He didn't even know what had happened. He just remembered falling asleep and then suddenly there were strange buildings and unfamiliar faces besides that of Vendel. Who had gotten so old since the last he saw him. Outside of him, Toothless was the only thing he knew. The language of the three who freed him from the spell to begin with were strange. Unfamiliar to even he.

"I...I-I...'m so sorry..." He begins but feels a finger press against his lips. Looking down to the other curiously as he feels their weight shift. Allowing him to see eye to eye with them. Oh gods there wasn't a day he couldn't get lost in those gorgeous golden eyes of theirs. He couldn't help but stare unabashedly into theirs. He still was cast under that spell of mapping out every detail of those eyes of theirs. The outer ring of their eyes such a beautiful gold as they were speckled with blues, greens and browns towards their pupil. Those very eyes he always caught watching him while he had worked. The last things he saw when he went to sleep every night with them curled up in his arms.

How they made his heart flutter....

He had hardly noticed them fully sitting in his lap. Forehead pressed to his as he could smell the sweet scent of cologne that stuck to their skin. He smelled like their shared home. How he missed that smell already. His eyes closing to take it in. His arms adjusting to wrap fully around them as he held the other. He truly missed him so. They sat that way for what seemed like an eternity before he heard them speak again. Their voice just as low as his own as he opened his eyes to look at them again.

❝ i never forgot you. not for one moment. ❞

Just hearing those words he felt a weight on his chest lift. Tears welled once again in his eyes as they flowed freely again. He didn't think he could have shed so much as he had in the past hour or so they had been reunited. "Mitt hjerte, tilgi meg..... vennligst tilgi meg..." The viking sobbed as the arms around the other tightened.

He hurt them more than he could have imagined. The one person he vowed to always love and cherish in this entire world. There was no coming back from that. Even as unintentional as it was the fact remained he had broken Douxie's heart. In a way he should never had.

He left them alone.

Slowly his face disappeared into their shoulder as he felt his sobs bubble over. His form wrecked with them as he pleaded 'tili meg' over and over again. His voice disappearing into their shoulder as he tightened his hold on the other. Terrified if he loosened his grip they'd disappear forever on him.

How many tears had they shed because of him? How many days did they isolate themselves from others because they had thought of him? How was he going to fix all of this? How could he ever amount to being better if he had done so much damage already? All these questions were now circling around inside of his mind.

He let those sobs come so freely. Hearing them echoed by the other as they clung to each other for dear life.

Hiccup was going to make up for all of this. No matter what happened he was going to make it all up. He had to. His heart was still too full of love for the other. The thought of being without them again pained him too much to think about. But he had them again in his arms again. And he wasn't going to let them go so willingly.

Not ever again.

#dragetunge #timewept #ic #ch; douxie #v; for the dancing and the dreaming #🔥▓◤AH YES. JUST ANOTHER DAY ON BERK: Interactions◥ #🔥▓◤PEACE HAS BEEN MAINTAINED: Answered◥ #🔥▓◤I CLOSED MY EYES I TOOK A DRINK: timewept/Hisirdoux◥ #hisiccup #//well you asked for angst you received it #tw; long post

[alchemiclee]

Yae miko tiny mini resin figure painting process!

I bought this tiny 3d printed miko on aliexpress when I stumbled upon her while looking for this ayaka.

there were two size options: 3 inch and 6 inch. I went with the 3 inch one because I like chaos and decided if I can complete this challenge and paint this tinyass figure that is one whole piece, then I can probably paint anything!!!

i'm going to visit two friends in Canada (from US) this summer and we're doing genshin cosplay at a con there. i'm bringing gifts and one's favorite character is miko, so this will be a gift for her!

she came in a very nice, protective spongy case. she came whole and unbroken.

despite being so damn tiny, she seems sturdy enough to paint without breaking everything on her immediately. she came missing a couple little tassles from her clothing which isnt easily noticeable (I only noticed 2 of them near the end of painting) but everything else seems to be there! I need to be super careful is all. resin is pretty fragile, so printing this small and handling tiny prints can be difficult. but i'm up for the challenge!

the first thing I'll do is carefully sand down the small support points I found that were left on her. (I ended up finding a few I missed while painting, rip) then i'll take the base and fix the small hole/indent that's on the side of it (that I forgot to take a picture of). time to break out the Mr dissolved putty!

after filling in the hole and sanding it down, it's time to prime her! the priming took me about 3 days. I needed to do a few coats, but I got distracted while waiting for it to dry and remembered to do another one the next day. I am starting my painting adventure without an airbrush. that's more money and and another skill to learn. so I am handpainting it all. with her fully primed and ready (another picture I forgot to take) it's time to start on the paint!

I'm starting with the areas that have the largest amount of color and getting the base colors in before I move on to the more detailed and smaller parts. I work on different parts while waiting for others to dry, then go back over them again. I used a wet pallet for this and I recommend not painting without one! these things are amazing! being in a 3d print/painting discord gets me some good tips.

I need to get better at not leaving bumps in the paint. but my excuse is she's tiny and hard to paint! but I know i'll struggle even more to consistently do smooth paint on larger figures. I need to figure out more tricks for painting...

painting a figure you can't take apart is definitely a challenge. there's a reason most 3d prints are printed in parts and then glued together. but this is the challenge I wanted to take on! I decided that if I can complete this decently, I can paint anything hahaha

fast forward some time and after being super busy for a while and upgrading my painting setup, I forgot to take progress pictures becasue I finished her basically all in one go! after doing the largest color parts first, I added small details. and I kept adding details. and I didn't stop until I got every little detail I could fit on her! (that's the most fun part of any art project 😆)

the results are pretty good, I think!

I did the best I could with my smallest paintbrushes. she's microscopic hahaha. I think this was a success! now all that's left is to spray some sealer on her....

and she's done! ready to go to her new home 😊

in the end, I can say I had a lot of fun doing this! sometimes I have the adhd/autistic focus I need for these things. I always have patience for doing small details of it's a thing I want to do. that's always fun to me. I didn't feel frustrated or impatient. that makes me look forward to painting more figures!

I have now gotten my 3D printer set up, so i'm on my way to doing more figure painting projects! I have some plans and ideas for a nahida figure I got the files for 🌱 but first, I need to figure out printing cosplay accessories for the upcoming con soon.

i'd like to stream my painting sessions and perhaps make speed paint videos now that I have a decent setup for that. we'll see where I go with it!

#arts #my art #genshin #genshin impact #yae miko #genshin yae miko #genshin fanart #figure painting #3d printing

[commander-quack-to-the-bridge]

So I had a Star Trek related dream last night that I honestly feel would make a really interesting story. (Maybe once I catch up on some of my other WIPs I'll do something with it!)

I've read a couple fics from different fandoms that I'm sure helped trigger the dream where certain characters get trapped in a time loop until they are some how able to fix whatever it is the universe has decided is wrong with the timeline they are in. I feel like some of my previous posts here have made it pretty clear that I don't love the amount of shit that they threw on Spock in the AOS.

That was the premise for the dream. The Romulan's destroyed Vulcan and immediately the timeline was screwed up. It wasn't the way that things were meant to happen. Spock was the one that got caught in the time loop to fix it. By the end of it I'm fairly certain that he was of the mindset that the universe was also trying to teach him a lesson about his emotional side not being a weakness, but just another tool that he can use to help him in life. It was crazy.

I don't recall exactly what role I was playing, if I was a character from the series or if I was just some random ass redshirt that became aware of what was going on, but I ended up helping him???

The thing about the loop was that it only reset once Spock died. Everyone else could die. But if he kept living, that round kept going. It wasn't great, there were a few times that he almost saved Vulcan but then in the last second it still got destroyed. It took some time but he was able to figure out that was the primary focus, the goal, if you will.

There are a lot of little details that I can still see in the back of my mind. Unfortunately, as is typical with dreams, I forgot a lot of it once I woke up. I jotted as much down in my notes on my phone as I could but I was half asleep and some of it just made no sense. But, there was one part that I remember where, when the loop reset, that everything was wrong. We weren't reset back to Spock walking with Kirk, Olson, Sulu, and Captain Pike as Pike goes over the plan before going over to the Narada. It was almost like another world entirely? Spock began to theorize that maybe there was a limit to the number of times it would reset before it created a paradox and that entire reality just collapsed, unable to sustain the constant changes that were being made in it.

I woke up when all of the versions of him that had "died" when the loop restarted were attacking us. Somehow Uhura got there (and had gained knowledge of what was happening to him) and Spock had to fight off different versions of himself to protect Uhura because we didn't know if she would come back with us if the timeline reset again. His learning the truth completely altered all of the information that Spock had gathered so far.

It was my dream but I don't understand exactly what that last part was. Maybe a plot twist where we accidentally ended the world. Perhaps an elaborate plan to make Spock suffer even more, having to watch his planet get destroyed repeatedly, watching his friends die time and time again, all put together by Nero.

All I know for sure is that it was wild. And has potential for a good fic. I personally love the time loop trope so...who knows?

#star trek #star trek aos #aos spock #aos kirk #aos uhura #star trek 2009 #time loop #star trek dreams #possible fic idea? #spock #uhura #vulcan #romulans #aos pike #aos sulu #sulu #dreams #are really strange #but sometimes they make good stories #aos star trek #mister spock #maybe spock fighting himself was a metaphor for me fighting myself??? #star trek fanfiction #fic ideas #you keep going until the universe is happy #starfeed

[adultswim2021]

UPDATE?

HEY! It's me! The guy who stopped blogging a fucking month ago?? Why did I do that? Well, I'll tell you in gruesome detail with this post. I think I may be repeating myself a little, but here we go, baby!

First things first: My computer broke. On it was a file with about 2-3 weeks (I don't remember) of write-ups ready to go. Once upon a time I used to queue these up in my tumblr and try my best to revise them as I added more posts, but I was tired of having posts go up that were shoddy first drafts because I didn't get to them in time. In order to make them less like dogshit I started hoarding them on my computer so I could make goddamn sure they were suitable for publishing (just regular bad instead of flagrantly bad) before sticking them in the queue.

I also decided that my sloppy data hoarding habits needed to be reigned in. So I started cleaning up my desk and bookshelves to make room for what I was planning to be a dramatic overhaul of my various hard-drives, making it so I would no longer leave my data to chance of going belly up. Part of this was rehabbing a corner of my bedroom where I had stored a bunch of DVD recorders, VCRs, a laserdisc player, etc so I could start digitizing the scads of tapes and shit I’ve collected over the years and perhaps even let some of them go. But I was also devising a system of regular backing-up as well as creating a workflow to make sure that what sorta happened mere days later wouldn't ever happen. It just goes to show you: It’s never too early to start.

I bought a small 30 inch monitor just to plug my DVD recorder into, so I could start digitizing a VHS treasure trove I got for next-to-nothing at a garage sale from an elderly couple that just wanted them cleared out. Much to my dismay, my DVD recorder wouldn't read discs. Then it hit me: I haven't used this machine in 3 years and I think it's been broken for at least that amount of time and I simply forgot about it. So I very proactively emailed a bunch of repair shops and asked them if they'd fix, and I was very specific about this: A DVD RECORDER DECK, NOT COMPUTER DRIVE, LIKE THE KIND THAT RESEMBLES A VCR THAT YOU’D PLUG INTO A TV. Most shops wrote back that they only did computers and wouldn't touch it. One shop said they could fix it. It was one state over (note: it was also one town over; I live on the border of the state). I decided to take it in on a Saturday.

I'd been running my computer ragged at this time, using it to run plex, download large files, rip youtubes, and occasionally edit video. It was one of those things where I was constantly opening my task manager to delete processes that didn't need to be running, trying carefully to not overload it. One night, Friday night game night, to be precise, I got excited telling my friends about an episode of a long-running comedy podcast where, long ago, a guest comically used various now-significantly-more-taboo slurs. The easiest way to share this, I thought, was to whip up a short YouTube video of the offending clips. Oh how we'd laugh! It was meant to be a quick little project before we all got on discord for our weekly appointment of making each other do big smiles. I had all my shots lined up, and I clicked ENCODE. Then my computer went black exactly one second after I clicked ENCODE. It wouldn't come back on. I fucking nuked my computer trying to make a 2 minute video of beloved alt comedians riffing nasty.

I already had planned to take my DVD recorder into this repair shop which I was only going to through process-of-elimination, so I decided to take my laptop in to them as well. The guy running the shop seemed impossibly young. Like, a teenager. He looked at my DVD recorder and his face fell. “Oh. It’s one of THOSE.” YES MOTHER FUCKER I WAS VERY SPECIFIC THAT IT WOULD BE ONE OF THESE. But he shrugged: “actually there’s a guy who comes in and might be able to fix that. It’s not really our specialty. Laptops are our specialty.” Indeed, there were stacks of laptops surrounding me. It didn’t seem like bullshit. So I said “well we’re both in luck because my laptop died on me last night and I brought that as well”. “That is great I love fixing laptops yum yum yum yum yum” is probably what he said back. Look, it’s not like I transcribed our conversation or anything, I’m just relying on my memory here. He probably didn’t say “yum yum yum yum yum” but I do recall him looking hungry.

The thing with this shop, I’d come to find out, is that they would update me rather sporadically with what was going on. When I would call them, they’d say they were in the middle of dealing with a customer and they’d call me right back. They never did. EVENTUALLY I got them on the phone again and finally found out what was going on: the motherboard died, completely. At this point I had bought a new computer so I wouldn’t have to go without one, and my plan was to get the old one fixed and dedicate it to running plex and nothing else, resembling a set-up I was I’d been wanting to create anyway. So I agreed to get a budget pre-owned motherboard for the computer and have them try to fix it just to get it back up and running again, so I could retrieve my stuff off it, attempt to use it as a dedicated plex server, and let it die a natural, less-spontaneous death over however long the new/old motherboard lasted.

Then another blow: my large 4K roku television, which has all my valuable streaming apps (including Plex), spontaneously died. I came home from work after a particularly shitty day wanting to do nothing more than veg out, and it just wouldn’t turn on. It was 3 months after warranty. Even if I had the old laptop back I wouldn’t be able to run my plex server! I’ve been using the paltry 30 inch monitor I bought to use with the DVD recorder that doesn’t work which lead me to taking my precious laptop to the most unresponsive repair shop I’ve ever dealt with in the entire world. Fuck, I miss my old set up, dudes. I had it so good.

This is all not to mention the recent development with Discovery callously removing many cartoons from HBOMax’s servers for a tax write-off. Will this result in the removal of obscure Adult Swim shows that I was hoping to watch on HBOMax? Isn’t it great that the people who built their empire on shoving video cameras in the faces of unwashed mutants to exploit them, are now deleting animated shows, a form of media that arguably takes the most amount of craft, just to save a few bucks?

So basically, especially in light of the tech holocaust I’ve suffered recently, I just don’t wanna have to rewrite weeks worth of write-ups. It would just hurt too much. But if I have to I will. I am just waiting to find out if I have to. I literally have no idea if the write-ups are safe, if the hard drive didn’t get fried, if it can be saved, etc. I literally have no idea!

I haven’t heard from the repair shop since I agreed to order the new/old motherboard. That was, what? A week-and-a-half ago? I don’t know. I just want my shit back. This sucks. This fucking sucks and I’m sorta legitimately depressed about it. I know, it could be worse! But I don’t care! I simply don’t care about other people and their lives! Just mine! Please! Put yourselves in my shoes! Imagine you are as selfish and shitty as me! Then you’ll finally get how this is the worst thing to ever happen to anyone ever in the history of all everything. It sucks! IT SUCKS DICK! IMAGINE YOU ARE A HOMOPHOBIC AS ME AND REREAD “IT SUCKS DICK”  AND TRY NOT TO KILL YOURSELF

MAIL BAG

Here is a huge backlog of MAIL BAGS! The first of which were sent to me weeks ago, and the most recent of which were sent to me TONIGHT. Hold onto your bollocks

From LondonArbuckle:

It's all good, take your time getting your tech back on track my man. All your Adult Swims pals, Meatwad, Murderface, Orel, Giles Vanderhoot... they'll be waiting right where you left them. :)

This is exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you so much. But you left out ♫KYLE KENNY STAN AND CARTMAN♫KYLE KENNY STAN AND CARTMAN♫

From Kon:

Bring back da blog

I WILL! JEEZ

Any chance you can review your fast food meals while you are out of commission? People love to hear about hamburgers and fries.

Okay, sure.

♫IF YOU SENTTTT ME A MESSSAGEEEE♫ "But the short answers are: yes, I still have it.I’m keeping it for now, but if I do decide to sell it I’ll try and let you know. But like I said, I deleted your message so you’ll need to write me again." ♫IF YOU SENTTTT ME A MESSSAGEEEE♫

I think I sold whatever this was. Times were tight and the co-owner of the item okayed it. Thank you for mocking me for engaging in commerce, asshole

Which will happen first: Adult Swim gets shuttered in favor of an all Toonami block or this blog gets a new update. Just kidding! I wish you the best. And the best is yet to come!

God, I hope so

There actually IS a term/trope for when a parody of something outlives/outnumbers it being used in earnest—it’s called the Dead Horse Trope, I believe. If they’re parodying something that was Never done in earnest, or at least was always pretty niche in the first place, it’s called a Dead Unicorn Trope. ^_^

I wish I could remember what this is in reference to. But thank you. This is USEFUL INFORMATION

That's a pricey fix, kimosabe. Want any computer advice?

“why don’t you try taking some of your own advice?” “Thanks. I think I will!” (The Breeders Cannonball continues playing)

Simpsons?

Has the latest season hit Disney+ yet? Which I can’t watch on my TV right now because the blu-ray player I’m using can only run the pre-loaded apps and it was made before Disney+ was a thing. I need to dig my old Roku out of storage. FUCK!

All this rippin' and dippin' and sippin' has got ME trippin'

You’re a racist

whats your shower routine?

Real talk: I HATE SHOWERING, and I rarely take a full-fledged shower. I do like baths when the weather isn’t too hot, but that’s more of a meditative thing than a keeping-clean thing. My showering routine: I literally stand in my bath tub and basically take a standing sponge bath. It resembles the method of bathing that’s recommended during a drought, and indeed I picked up this practice during a drought to conserve water. But I also literally prefer it to showering. I am a freak

Any word for our friends from across the globe?

yes: “PUSSY”

speak your mind! now that you've been a month away from watching adult swim how do you feel? liberated? confused?

I honestly do appreciate taking time off from the blog, as it could be chore-ish at times. But I also miss it and had a really good routine going before it all went tits up. I’ll ultimately be glad to be doing it again once I get past the episodes I already wrote-up. 

Any thoughts the HBOMax/Discovery controversy?

A fatwa on the heads of Discovery. May their remains be eaten by dogs

What's your favorite way to play?

I’ll be honest and gross but with my dick, doing jack-offs. But in another sense, the nintendo switch is fun and the NES/SNES online stuff is so great. Do I use the joycons? are you kidding me? I have a SPECIAL CONTROLLER that lets me adjust marios speed (walking, running, stopping, sliding) and the goombas can barely keep up. No doubt about it... I am a Mario master

#adultswim2021

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Sweet As Sugar

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Okay I'll be dead honest. I forgot the summary on the last part but I won't/didn't on this one. But we're 18 now, both of you. Yes, Gareth used to illegally drive around. And I'll be doing head cannons sometime soon, hopefully. And once again being honest, I don't plan these stories out, I open a clean draft and just let the words pour out.

Summary: After the anniversary of Eddie's death, Gareth decided he wanted to help kill Vecna, so he joined the gang. After planning out the plan, you all continue to the upside down. To find a familiar face you didn't except to see. And you had received Vecna's Curse, making you a key detail in this plan for revenge.

Warnings: Blood, kissing, cussing, guns, fighting, fire

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Tuesday, 1986 6:47 PM

"Just here me out! We come around this corner and then BAM! He's out of the game! We win, Hawkins is fixed." Dustin said, sitting on the top of skull rock, hopping down, clumsily. "There's more than 'Bam', Dustin. The bats may be back and the vines. It's not that easy." Erica pointed out, crossing her arms. "Erica's right. It's not that easy. You remember last time right? When we lost..." You trailed off, looking down at a beer bottle Eddie left when he was hiding out here. "Let's just finish planning this out so we can go." Gareth piped up, grabbing your hand, holding it and squeezing it softly.

"Okay, so we'll come from here, then that's where Y/N comes in. She'll distract Vecna long enough for us to come in and slay that beast." Steve said, looking pretty confident. "You sure you still wanna do this? It didn't go too well for Max when she did this." Robin whispered to you, concern filled her face. "It'll be fine, Rob. What have I got to lose?" I spoke loudly, throwing my head back. Gareth shot a sharp look towards you. "I'll be fine!" You said, obviously annoyed at the amount of concern. "I'm like 4 years older than Max anyway, I'll think alot clearer." You said sternly, getting up and marching into the woods. Robin motioned for Gareth to follow you, and of course Gareth didn't get it at first. But he caught on and chased after you.

"Y/N, wait!" He yelled out, and you stopped and turned around. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." He said walking up to you, cupping your face. "That's the thing, I do have to do this. Or we could lose Hawkins forever. And as much as I hate this dumpster fire, it's where I was raised. I can't throw away my childhood like that so easily." He nodded, knowing he could lose you.

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Wednesday, 1986 2:18 PM

Being honest you were terrified, but you stood before Eddie's trailer. Ready to cross through the gate. Gareth held your hand and the crew walked into the trailer.

"This should hold!" Dustin said, putting up a new line of fabric to cross with. Steve pushed his way through, grabbing onto it. "Ladies first, I suppose." Robin said, taunting Steve, who shot a ice cold glare her way. "Just go Steve." You spoke up, and Steve fell through the other side, landing on the ground with a thud. As everyone did the same, except you of course. As Gareth caught you.

You gathered your courage then spoke up. "Maybe we should give Eddie a proper burial..." Lucas, who had not said a word this whole time, opened his mouth to speak. "I agree, he deserves one." So then was a new quest, to find his body and bury it, no matter what condition it was in. Though only you and Dustin was there when 'it' happened.

After making your way to where it went down. There was nothing there. "Maybe something happened to it, maybe it decayed or the bats came back for a second round." Steve said, looking around the area. "No, there wouldn't be a trail of footprints and blood if they did." Nancy said, hitting Steve on the back of his head lightly. "It's been a year, he may not be here anymore!" Lucas said, looking down at the trail.

Something flew over you, in the sky. Thunder screamed, and a loud clatter in a tree make it way to your ears. The tree leaned, you walked forward, the figure was... familiar. Lightning. It was long enough for only you to make out the features, and you ran up to the tree. Everyone was screaming for you to get back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "GET BACK OVER HERE!" "I WON'T BE AT YOUR FUNERAL!" "SHUT UP STEVE!" You stopped at the base of the tree, and looked up. The figure looked back down on you, racing down, from branch to branch. It leaped to the ground and pinned you to the grass, which was very much dead. "Eddie?" You whispered. It was in fact Eddie Munson. And he was alive. He recognized you almost immediately, getting off you and offering you his hand. "Get up." He said, he sounded mad, like really mad. You grabbed his hand, and he pulled you up. Gareth was the second to recognize the figure, racing up to hug him. "Eddie! I thought you were dead! Holy shit! You got wings!" Gareth let go of Eddie, who still looked mad, but his face lightened up at the sight of his best friend. "Hell yeah, I do. And I got fangs, I'm cool now." He said opening his mouth, baring his fangs. "Even more of a freak, eh?" You said elbowing his shoulder.

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Wednesday, 1986 4:37

After catching up with Eddie, you find out he can go back to his 'human form'. Yet he was still stuck with fangs. That's pleasant, but in his own words 'makes him look badass'. "Isn't your tattoos and scars badass enough?" Dustin said, with an eyebrow raised. "They didn't reach the line I wanted them to." Eddie muttered, shrugging.

"Okay, but why are you guys here? I know you didn't come all this way to find me." Eddie spoke out to the group, laying down on his couch in his trailer. Dustin sighed, he was about to go at it. "Well you see, we came up with this plan to finish off Vecna. And we were on our way there, when it was requested we bury you. So that kinda brings us here." Who knew Dustin could kept an explanation so short. "What's your excuse?" You whispered to Gareth, who was sitting next to you. "For what?" "You've been quiet since we got here. What's up?" "Nothing." "It's not nothing, you've obviously got something on your mind, what is it?" "What is the plan goes wrong, you could end up like Max, or worse." "Not every plan goes wrong." He placed his hand on your thigh, and kissed your forehead. "Eww. Get a room!" Lucas yelled out. "Grow up, Sinclair." Eddie yelled back, hitting his head with a sheet of crumbled paper.

"Okay, we should get going. We won't kill this bitch if we're sitting around." You said breaking the silence, grabbing Gareth's hand as you stood, dragging him up with you. "Come on then!" Robin said grabbing Nancy and Steve by their hands. Erica grabbed Lucas by the ear. "Well get up, you no good slime scooper!" Dustin and Eddie stood up, "Yep let's roll!" You heard Steve whisper.

You walked up the Creel house, and put your hand on the door knob. This is going to go so bad if you mess up. "Hey Henry! You in here?" You yelled out, it was your job to taunt this sucker so he would come after you. "Y/N Y/L/N, you decided to join me yet?" "Well no, but I did decide one thing. You're a slimy, ugly, disgusting, two-faced monster who doesn't have a chance in beating the ever so amazing Hawkins." He growled, reaching his hand out to you. You felt his rough nails hit your now cold skin, and he prepared to peirce your skin. That's when he fell back. There was Gareth, holding a spear, and stabbing it into the shit hole of a monster. "Get back you two!" Robin yelled before throwing her homemade grenades. Nothing too fancy but just enough to get the job done. Nancy, took her gun once again, and shot the living mess out of this guy. Because what's Nancy without her guns? Vecna was now on fire, he fell back through the wall, this man was finally dead. "Insurance won't cover that one." Steve said laughing. "We did it!" Eddie yelled excitedly. Dustin rushed through the door and was obviously out of breath. He muttered some words panting. "Did... Did you... Kill him?..."

"No, he's just an old man taking a nap. What did you think we did?!" Robin sassed at Dustin. You broke some tension by speaking up. "And, I'm alive" "Hell ya, you are!" Gareth said as Nancy shushed him. "What? I'm celebrating the survival of my lover" You heard horrible shriving noises and screeching. The vines where dying. Shriving.

"He's going to need a better landscaper." You muttered. Eddie let out a chuckle and patted his hair down.

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Part four?

Okay but I did not think I would finish this in time

So the reason I wanted Eddie to be able to have no wings, is because I wanted him to be able to go back home and not be called a freak, cuz he goes through so much. I will probably do a part four. And I know the end of this one was like really rushed. I think I did okay but I have a lot going on and I probably won't post as often when school starts, cuz I hate high school. But I'll try I hope you liked reading this and will stick around for the next part. Which should be out by the 28th-29th.