#“I dont need that fancy determination of yours”

[thestrongestjewel]

Cocoapowder is so funny to me because I can DISTINCTLY imagine the horror on Chara's face as they realize they not only caught feelings (something I'm sure they're scared of already) but for Clover of all people (embarrassing) (they'd prefer to just die again) and I appreciate you helping me realize this with your art

oh this is so real

cocoapowder in any context is a funny ship dynamic to think about, you got this kid that has convinced themselves all their life that humans are the worst thing to ever happen

and then you get this other kid, who's love for humanity shows

i feel like chara would be throughly in denial at first, since by catching feelings for clover their whole world view falls appart, this whole narrative they'd created about humans being all rotten to the core was wrong

they're wrong about humanity, thus, they're wrong about themselves

accepting they have feelings for clover(or any human for that matter) is accepting there's good in them

anyway here ya go have a whole comic about this LMAOOO

[justarkive]

THE JEONS | smut drabble 2

Needy 🔞

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics + smut sometimes!

chapter contents: smut, but its mostly humour lmao. m!masturbation, jk jerks off in a bathroom stall, NEEDY jungkook, f!masturbation. phone sex kinda, reader CANNOT take jk seriously, dirty talk, angry jk, but they dont fuck (SORRYYY), grinding, kissing, featuring jks iconic “ were not done yet, understood ?” IYKYK. hana cockblocks in the end </3

• a/n: i tried to combine fluff and smut but uts literally just humour 😭😭 anyways, enjoy!

• taglist: @jenniebyrubies @lovingkoalaface @iamstilljk @elinaki92 @rpwprpwprpwprw @mafersame @parkinglot-nights @reallygenerouskoala @mimi1097 @aznstoner @jungshaking @pinkpunkdynamite (cmnt to be added)

masterlist, series masterlist

It starts with Hana. Like most things in your life do. She’s all cuddled up against you, soft and warm, blinking up at you with those big, sleepy eyes that look way too much like Jungkook’s.

And she’s stalling. So hard.

Her tiny fingers play with the ends of your shirt, fidgeting, wiggling around under the blankets, and then— “Mama.”

It’s so sweet, so sleepy, and you already know what’s coming next. “Where Dada?”

You sigh. “Baby, if you sleep, he’ll come home faster.”

And Hana just gasps. Like that’s the best news she’s ever heard. She nods, fast and eager, and then she flops onto her pillow, eyes squeezing shut dramatically, so determined.

You roll your eyes. Of course she listens when it’s about him.

You wait a few minutes, stroking her hair, letting her little breaths even out, and once she’s fully asleep—

Your phone.

Blaring. From the bedroom.

You don’t even need to check it to know who it is.

Jungkook’s out with his friends tonight—even though he didn’t want to go, even though he would’ve much rather stayed home with his two princesses—you forced him out so you could actually get some stuff done. Because, let’s be honest—

When Jungkook’s around, you never get shit done. So you take your time. You clean up Hana’s room a little, gather the mess of toys and books scattered around, and then finally—

Finally, you step into your bedroom. Your phone is still buzzing. He’s been calling for ten minutes straight. You sigh, snatch it up, answer without thinking—

“What?” There’s a beat of silence. Then—

“Wow, baby. What was that? You don’t love me anymore?”

You snort. “Not if you��re spam calling me while I’m trying to put your daughter to sleep.”

Jungkook grins on the other end of the line. You just know he does.

“Damn, that’s crazy,” he says, all cocky, all teasing. “I could’ve sworn you were obsessed with me.”

“I was.”

“Past tense?”

“Mhmm.”

He gasps. You laugh. “Why are you even calling? Is something wrong?”

“No.” And then—

It sounds echoey. You frown. “Wait—why does it sound like that? Where are you?”

A pause. Then— “The bathroom.”

You blink. “Jungkook.”

“Baby.”

“Why?” Another pause.

And then, all low and whiny and so fucking needy— “Because I need you.”

Oh.

You’re laughing at him. Like, full-on laughing. “Seriously? It’s been, like, three hours, Jungkook.”

“Yeah,” he whines, “and it’s been a whole day since I was inside of you.”

You gasp. “Jungkook—!”

“What?” he says, shameless, as if that wasn’t the most insane thing to just say out loud. And then, as if that makes it any better—

“There’s no one else in here.”

You scoff. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s one of those bathrooms where it’s, like, a singular room—just a toilet and a sink.”

“Damn,” you mutter, “Sounds fancy, and you’re there without me?”

Jungkook groans. “Baby, I’ll take you here—tomorrow, next week, whenever you want, just please help me right now.”

You roll your eyes. “And what do you get to deserve it? Why can’t you just come home?”

“Baby, please.” He sounds so desperate.

And you? You just giggle. Because this is hilarious. Then, Your phone buzzes with a picture. From him.

And when you open it�� You lose it. Because it’s so bad. He’s sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, palm gripping his bulge through his jeans.

And— It’s hot…until.

You notice his double chin.

And the way he’s breathing into the mic, trying so hard to sound sexy— But it’s just so stupid.

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god—”

“Baby, please,” Jungkook groans, “I don’t have time—”

“I’m sorry—” you wheeze, “but this—this picture is so stupid—”

“Baby—“

“If someone walks in—!”

“Baby, stop laughing—please.”

And he just sounds so done. So miserable. So unbelievably desperate. And it just makes it funnier.

Then— Jungkook turns on FaceTime.

His face pops up on the screen, glowing with desperation. “Let me see you.”

You roll your eyes. “Jungkook—”

“Baby, please.”

You sigh dramatically, but whatever. You tilt the camera up, showing him your face—completely unimpressed.

And then—

You notice something. The phone’s moving. Jungkook groans. “Baby—”

You squint. “Are you—?”

“Baby, just—” His head tips back. His voice is wrecked. “Show me something.”

You giggle. Because this is so bad.

“You are so desperate,” you tease. Jungkook just whines. And then—

You hum, pretending to think about it. And then you say, “Fine.”

His eyes light up. You pull your top off. Then tilt the camera down to your chest. Even give it a little wiggle. And—

He groans. Then— The screen jerks. And suddenly— It goes black.

He dropped the phone. You lose it. “Jungkook—!”

You are cackling. Like, wheezing. Like, this is actually the funniest thing that has ever happened.

Then, the screen flips back. And—Oh. Jungkook’s got his cock out now.

And it’s— It’s actually kinda hot.

Until.

He throws his head back. Hitting it against the wall with a loud BANG. You flinch. Because you hear it. A loud ass thud. “Ah—fuck—!”

Jungkook groans in pain.

And you instantly pull the camera back up to your face. Because oh my god. “Baby—” You are trying so hard not to laugh. “Please just come home—”

You lose it again. Because this is actually the stupidest shit ever. Jungkook’s still at it.

His fist is tight around his cock, stroking himself slow and teasing, showing you everything through the screen.

You, on the other hand— Are laughing. Like, full-on giggling at him. Because this is so ridiculous. And Jungkook? He is not amused.

“Baby,” he groans, sounding wrecked. “You know I love your face and all, but if you want me to hurry up—” his hand moves faster—“show me something more.”

You gasp. Dramatically “Wow. Am I not pretty enough for you?”

Jungkook lets out the loudest whine. “Baby, please—” His fist bangs against the stall wall. And you? You wheeze.

“Okay, okay, fine.” You lift your hips—wiggle out of your shorts.

And then you tilt the camera down, showing him everything. You’re still giggling as you drop the phone lower, letting him see your whole body while your hand glides down—

And Jungkook?

Oh, he is gone.

“Yeah—” he pants, completely feral. “Yeah, just like that. Come on, baby—” his voice deepens—“put them in.”

You snort. Because he is trying so hard to be sexy. But you are not taking this seriously. Like, at all.

Because you are still giggling.

And Jungkook? He doesn’t even notice.

Your face is out of frame, and he is so deep in his own world—just stroking himself faster, panting out these breathy, desperate moans, trying his hardest to talk dirty. And you are just, trying so hard not to cackle. Until, your phone slips. Flops right out of your hands. Lands face-down on the bed.

And you? You lose it.

Like, full-on, dying of laughter. Because, this is so fucking funny. But Jungkook? He just growls.

“That’s it.”

And then the call ends.

You blink. And then, a text. From him.

Jungkook [5:48PM]: You better be fucking ready.

Jungkook [5:48PM]: You better pray Hana wakes up before I get home.

Your eyes widen.

Oh. Oh shit.

It takes him twenty minutes. Before you hear the front door slamming open. Followed by hurried footsteps. And then—

Your bedroom door bursts open.

And there he is.

Jungkook. Looking furious. Still rock-hard in his jeans. And you?

You immediately roll onto your side and pretend to be asleep. Because why not piss him off more? But Jungkook is not having it.

“Oh, fuck, babe—” he groans, falling to his knees beside the bed. “Please wake up, please, please—”

He sounds so desperate. And you try to keep a straight face. But eventually, you let out a dramatic sigh and roll over to face him, blinking sleepily. “God, you got here so fast.”

Jungkook’s panting. He grips the mattress like a lifeline, hovering over you, eyes dark with frustration. “What did your friends say?” you ask.

And he—“I don’t care—” he grits out—“I didn’t say bye, I don’t give a fuck about them—”

You blink. Deadpan. “I can’t believe you did that.”

Jungkook glares. And then he pounces.

“Did that? I’m doing it—” he growls, “You thought we were done right?” pushing you back onto the bed. “Were not done.”

Your eyes widen.

“I said i’m not done. Understood?”

Before you can say anything, his mouth crashes onto yours—his hands everywhere, his body grinding against you. It’s heated, needy, so rushed—

Until—

“WAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

Both of you freeze.

Jungkook’s entire body goes stiff. And then— He shouts.

“FUCK!”

You wheeze. Because—

This is the funniest day of your life. And Jungkook?Jungkook collapses on top of you, groaning into the mattress.

“I hate this house.”

[zombeeyy]

Leave me - snotlout

snotlout x Afab!reader

WARNINGS: light angst, smut, pet names, not beta read, prolly corny

You left Berk a while ago. You left him a while ago. And now youre back because his friends begged you. Said he was a danger to himself. You just couldn't stay away, could you?

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nsfw !!!!!

“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need your help, matter of fact—why are you even here?!” He’d yelled the moment you rushed to his side.

He was injured, quite badly, from falling off hookfang in the midst of a race. His leg looked scrapped with the pieces of cloth and fur from his gear abstracting it.

 “Please, just let me—” you tried, pleading with him, reaching for his wound. He swatted your hand away, interrupting you with a rather gruff voice.“No. You don't get to come back and act like you care now.” Other riders eventually made their way towards him, hoisting him up and away for help. 

You barely held back your tears. Droplets resting on your eyelid threatened to fall and you messily wiped them away, putting on a more determined face. You had made the journey back to Berk all on your own. No fancy dragons, just you, a boat and some oars. You’d come back for him. His friends were worried. They feared he was growing restless, irritable—all because you had left him behind. Hiccup had pleaded with you to make it right. They each carried the same message every time they visited you: 

“Hes going to get himself killed.”

And you believed it. Seeing him up there, faster than necessary and loose in his steering, you knew he was going to fall. Hell, all of Berk knew he was going to fall. And they cheered him on anyway, hoping he’d make it. If he had been even just a few feet further out, he’d have fallen straight into the water below Berk, and that surely would have killed him.

 You anticipated his fall, watching as his feet lost hold in the holsters, and ran for him. You’d been trying to get him to talk to you for weeks, and you had finally found a concrete reason, but he’d pushed you away once again. 

You found him, eventually.

He was sat in his own bed, head in his hands and looming over his knees. You were advised not to go in. He’d yelled all of the nurses away. Go figure. The second you’d pushed the door open more, it creaked. His head snapped towards you, “i said go aw—” when he was met with your eyes, he faltered.

"The same still applies to you, princess.” he’d said it in a mocking tone, yet your heart still fluttered. He moved back into his position, rubbing his temples and ignoring the ache in his calf, you assumed. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult?” he sounded … defeated. You walked further in.

“Your friends. They’re worried about you.” “Oh, yeah. That’s the only reason you came back. Of course.” He flipped his head back dramatically, rolling his eyes so hard you could practically feel it.

 “I’m worried, too.” Your soft footsteps caught up to his ears, but you had already sat down next to him. “What was that out there? I know you.”

you asked. He wouldn’t turn to face you, no matter how low you positioned your head in his peripheral. 

“I dont..” 

“I don't know. Okay? I dont know.” he stood, suddenly, as if he forgot about his injury, wincing the second he put pressure on it. You stood too, if only to cradle his back as you worried he’d fall. He flinched out of your touch. Your eyes fell. “When you left..” he began.“I dont know. It was like you took a part of me with you.” He looked at you now, but immediately averted his gaze back towards the far wall. “Im not sure i understand, snotlout.”

 “Okay, god, fucking…” he staggered forward. his change in tone and swift movement frightened you, but he caught himself on his hands, supporting his body weight on the table closest. “I loved you.” His words felt like daggers in your heart. Loved? Did he not love you anymore? Were you even entitled to feel this way, after you had left him? The thoughts swirled in your head like a thunderstorm on the horizon of a port city until he spoke again.

“fuck. Love. I love you. Still. I cant deny that to myself. But when you left.. I couldn’t handle it.” he runs his hand through his hair, leaning on the other for support. “Couldn’t handle you leaving me. Because I would never leave you.” he finally, finally turned to face you—and you wished he hadn’t. You, now, looked away.

He laughed to himself, placing both hands back on the table.“you cant even look at me right now.” “Its not that.” You responded, quick and with fervor. You turned back, making short steps closer until you could reach out and touch him, but you didn’t. “I had to go. You dont understand what its like for me.” you implored, eyes wet once again.

You hated it in Berk. The only reason you’d stayed the duration you had was because of snotlout. The dragons, the flying—it shook fear into you more than anything ever could. They were beasts, and the Berk people just.. let them fly away over cliffs and through valleys with them. You even hated the cliff Berk was located on.

“No, I dont understand.” He turned, shifting his weight off his hands, limping slightly. He grabbed your hands, now, cold as ice, and brought them to his chin.

“But you didn’t even give me the chance to show you how wonderful it could be.”  Your cheeks blossomed with heat, your everlasting crush still having an affect even while you were separated. “I cant fly, snot. You know this.”

 “You wouldn’t even let me show you. You didnt have to be alone. We could’ve done it together.” he pressed his lips to your hands, ghosting over your knuckles. 

“Im scared.” You whispered, drinking in the shallow look on his face. 

“Please.” he said, moving his hands to entangle with yours. “Stay.” You began to shake your head softly.

Your mouth moved on its own, contradicting your movements and promising a future you didnt know you could guarantee.

 “Okay. Ill stay.” He pulled you in close, arms cradling your lower back. It was tight, like you’d just settled a deal and you played the role of each other’s hands. 

When he pulled away, he gripped your shoulders. The look in his eyes was more joyous than you’d ever seen him, and all of the darkness from the race had gone. One of his hands dragged up your neck, resting on your cheek when he found it.You stared into each other’s faces for what felt like light-years, until you finally moved in. He was off-guard, startled and slow at first. But soon, your mouths were moving in sync, each movement by him directly echoed by you. His hands began wandering, grasping at your neck and sides like he might lose you again. Your hands wrapped around his neck, clasping together to signal you weren’t going anywhere.

He made ragged steps forward, pushing you indirectly backwards. The kiss only broke when the back of your knees hit the bed and you trampled, pulling him with you. His elbows fell to the sides of your hips. You laughed at the goofy look on his face.

“Hey, who are you laughing at?” He said with a dopey smile, swift fingers finding your waist, digging in and making you squirm. The laugh it ripped out of you was involuntary, and he knew how much you hated being tickled. He knew exactly where you were ticklish (mostly everywhere, to be fair) from when you were children, and used it against you in every scenario. Even this one, apparently. “You!” you feigned shock on your face, gripping the sides of his cheeks and lightly pinching them. 

“Okay, okay, enough.” he pulled himself back towards your face, in for another kiss.

“somebodies eager.” You joked, though he now tried to stay serious, not replying and only crashing his lips back onto yours. His fingers, usually clumsy and uncoordinated, now moved quickly and cunningly, lifting your tunic and splaying his hands across your lower abdomen. You hummed into his mouth, hands gripping the sides of the fabric on his neck. 

Your hands traveled, finding purchase at the skin where his chest was exposed. You pulled at the fabric, desperate and growing irritated.He pulled out of the kiss, leaning back onto his good leg. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you. Ill take it off.” he looked smug when he said that last bit, but you chose to ignore it for the sight of him pulling off his clothes. His muscles flexed as he lifted it above his head, and you involuntarily shut your thighs. “Like what you see?”

he boasted, flexing a few times while you watched, biting your lip and maybe stroking his ego a little bit.You lifted yourself forward, grabbing his neck and pulling him back down.

 “Woah, careful now. Im a wounded soldier.” He mused, and you rolled your eyes in response.

 “and whose fault is that?” You asked, trying to outsass him.

“Yours.” he smirked, stupid and witty. Sick of him, you didnt reward that one with a response. You let your hands follow the curves of his muscles, sculpted from years of training and battles.

 “Feeling me up, huh?” so, so smug. And maybe he was right to be a little bit of a smartass. Atleast in this situation. “Shh… ive never gotten the chance to before.” You said, still slightly squeezing at his bicep as he tensed it. “I mean, ive offered.” That he had. Even when you were both still training, he’d tried to get you to feel his muscles. Even before he really had any. You were always too embarrassed to take him up on the offer.

 His own hands started feeling you, careful of any light touches. He massaged your sides, moving slowly down to your hips, where he left small circles with his thumb.

You reached back up to his cheek, and he nuzzled into it. You hadnt been this intimate with someone since.. well, ever. You’d always dreamed it would be him. When you were just kids it was never like that—it only really happened after dragon training. When he got muscle mass and you got horny. You rejected lots of boys in those days, hoping that your training partner would realize your chemistry.

 The domestic moment barely lasted, with his fingers tugging at your own clothes and nearly ripping them off. Your lips meet again, almost feverishly this time, More a gnashing of teeth and lip than anything. Your hands fold themselves in his hair, lightly tugging.

You can feel him smile against you, and you nearly regret giving him this big of an ego boost. Hes so pressed against you that you can feel his heart beating against yours, wild hunger throbbing against anxious desire. His hands slip under your undergarments, gripping at your naked hips. When he pulls back you follow him, whining when your lips are no longer pressed together. He smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“Calm down, im not going anywhere.” he assures, and the way he says it you almost feel like its a jab at you. Your head hits the mattress, arms laying across your ribcage. He hooks his thumbs along the sides of his belt, and you nearly shut your legs in anticipation, but they’re blocked by his own hips. He makes a show of pulling his pants off, making sure your drinking in the way his abs are caved in, the v line that leads down them… you could stare at him for hours.

When he finally does pull them off, you shoot up. Hes big. You havent done this before. Oh god. It suddenly dawns on you that you dont even know if it will fit. He notices how scared you look, and immediately goes to comfort you. 

“Hey, hey, its okay.” His warm hands hold your shoulders. “I wont hurt you. We dont even have to keep going if you dont want to.”

your worries dont melt away, per say. They more like chip off in bits as you realize your more scared of stopping than him having trouble fitting inside you. You stifle a moan just thinking about it. “no. No. Okay. Yeah. Itll be okay.” You nod.

He still looks at you gentle, like he may break you as easy as glass. You dont think you hate the sound of that, honestly. He slowly glides one hand down the length of your thigh, closer to your core. You squirm a little, and he anchors you with another firm hand on your hip. 

“Have.. have you done this before?” You asked. And really, its a silly question. You know he has. You just don’t want to believe how skilled his fingers are at undressing, pinning.. among other things.

“a few times.” He shoots you a questioning look. “Havent you?” He inquires, and his fingers stop dead in their tracks when you simply look away. “Youre.. a virgin?” He seems confused, and the blunt statement catches you off guard.

 “I always wanted it to be you.” You say, fighting through the embarrassment.

 “Oh.” His eyes are wide as saucers, with pupils to match. He tilts back towards you, pressing his lips to yours again, smiling all throughout. When he stands back up, hes all goofy smiles. 

“Ill take real good care of you, princess.”

Your stomach twists at the use of the old pet name, once used to ridicule you as children now turned into a term of endearment. He finds his way through your undergarments, with striking ease you may add, and begins stroking you. Your breath catches, and the way he handles you, with completely unbreakable eye contact, you just have to look away. You even cover your mouth when he inserts one finger. His hands are huge, and it stretches you so well. His motions slow, and he uses his free hand to grab your wrist. 

“No, no, no. Come on. Let me hear you.” His lips are curled into possibly the most mischievous smile you’ve seen on him thus far. He knows exactly what hes doing. You lower your arm, but still dont look forward.

“Eyes on me, princess.” princess. Again. And it works. You look at him. The man standing between your legs, with one mangled calf and a dream. He always knew how to get what he wanted from you.

"thats it. Good job.” He praises as he presses his thumb harder onto your clit.

“snotlout..” you breathe. Your fingers scratch at his forearms, leaving noticeable red marks in their wake.

 He takes his time. Knowing you’d never done anything like that before was all he needed to guarantee he’d be the best. Set your standards too high for any man that may come after him.

He waits until you begin to move on your own, whining about needing more. And then, he uses two fingers. Then three… and when he finally curls them and you get so, so close… he pulls out. You whimper at the loss, fingers digging crescents into his arms. He wastes no time in pacifying you.

 “Shhh.. shh.. it's okay.” He pumps himself a few times, and you realize why he left you so empty. You still don't know if three was enough. Even with how big his hands are.. his cock is even bigger. The girth is what really irks you. He lines himself up with your entrance, and pushes.

Slowly. Steadily. He analyzes every small muscle that could possibly move in your face. He studies you for any sign of discomfort, all the way until he bottoms out.

It's exhausting. You know you can't tell him to speed up. He can't. He knows you won't be able to handle it. And yet, you yearn for it. When his hips finally hit your ass, you can't help but notice the way his chest rises and falls. Like he's restraining himself, holding himself back.

It hurts. God, does it hurt. And at the same time, it feels so, so good. Him stretching you, it's like you were made to fit together this way. You try to move yourself, push your hips upward, even slightly, but his hands on your hip steady you. They press down hard, strong, and you can't move even if you really wanted to.

 He throws his head back, and you see a bead of sweat fall down his neck. You notice only now just how big the strength difference between you was. He could overpower you so easily, and yet here he was, only using what force is necessary. You think back to all of the spars that you “won.” How many times he let you be the defeating party in dragon training.. it was all just because that's who he was. He let you take the glory.

For such a proud man, he had surrendered himself to you in more ways than one.

You finally reach a breaking point, where the pain has subsided and all you feel is a deep nagging to move. To gain friction. You pull at his hands, pouting and feeling powerless. “move.” You say, more like a command than a request. His head falls down, looking at you kind of sideways before he gets this glint in his eyes.

“Snotlout. No. I need it.” You contest his idea that you know he had, one where he messes with you and royally fucks up your experience. 

“Oh, fine.” He accepts, mockingly upset at your interference. And then, he pulls out. It's quick but it isn’t subtle. The only part of him that remains buried inside you is the tip, but only for a moment. Because then he's pushing back in. At full force.

 You let out a moan akin to a scream, and his lip ends up nestled between his teeth. He sets a rugged pace, not as attentive as he was before and not nearly as gentle. His hands find purchase everywhere. They caress your chest, grasp your hips for leverage, and eventually he pulls out and they flip you over onto your back. It's so sudden you make a noise when you hit your chest on the mattress, and you can barely look back before he's pulling himself onto his knees on it. He rubs your sides again, a silent apology for how rough he had been.

 “You alright?” He whispers, chest to your back and breath ghosting your neck. 

“Y.. yeah. I’m good.” You're out of breath, but that was less his fault and more your stamina. He's more gentle this time around, taking his time and sliding his hands down your back. It feels great, all things considered. But you get restless.

“Snotlout..?” You ask.

“Hm?” he responds, leaning back over to your neck and pressing soft kisses to it. 

“more.” you say, soft and embarrassed. “please.” You add. 

“Well, what do you mean by that, sweetheart?” He replies, sitting up, still far inside you.

“Harder.” you finally mutter, face halfway hidden in his blanket.

“Harder? Do you mean..” he thrusts with all of his might, causing you to pull your head up. “LIke that?” And you know he's smiling. You know he's got a stupid look on his face and you choose your own pleasure over whatever he's getting at. 

You try to reply, but he cuts you off with another one. “What was that?” He muses, his sentiments from earlier halfway out the window. He keeps steady, pounding into you like he's being paid to do it. You realize you have one more request. “Hand,” you say, holding up your own and looking him in the eye.

Tentatively, he slows and crosses fingers with you. You reach over to the back of your head, where you give one simple instruction. “Pull.” He grins.

“That I can do, baby.” he says, before he's burrowing his fingers to your scalp, and yanking you up. You moan his name, which encourages him to ball his fist on your head. He leans over, still thrusting into you, holding your head up. Looking into your fucked out eyes, you can only see pride on his face. He sits back, pulling your hair up with him. Your back arches and you have to use your elbows to support yourself. You swear you hear your spine crack.

 Your stomach tightens, and you can nearly feel it doing flips. As your stomach grows tighter, so does your cunt. When your walls clench around him, he can tell you’re close.

 “Just a little longer.” He assures, chasing his own climax. You can't wait much longer. With about 2 more thrusts, your stomach releases, sending warmth and pleasure and fatigue through your entire body. As your abdomen spasms, your pussy does as well. He buries himself to the hilt, pulls you up further, and cums deep inside of you.

[pcheyes]

the music god from your pre calculus class

pairing: anton x fem reader

genre: fluff, strangers to friends ??

warnings: none

synopsis: the person who sits in your seat before you always puts music recommendations in the calculator, and you’re dying to know who it is

word count: 638

song suggestions: somethin stupid-frank sinatra

you walked into your pre calculus class and sat down. immediately you notice the calculator.

it isnt a fancy calculator, its just a school provided one, with a creepy eye drawing in the back. but everyday someone in the class before you types a song recommendation.

COME THRU-H.E.R.

everyday you try and get to class early to find the elusive person with the really good music taste, but you never catch them. you ask around for who sits there but they all laugh and walk away. you pull out your phone and go to spotify to add yet another song to your playlist called “randos music recommendations”. the playlist ranged from rnb, classical, jazz, to kpop. you continue the class trying to take notes but your mind wanders so you listen to his song from yesterday

FEATHER-SABRINA CARPENTER

‘who’s this person who leaves these songs?’

‘are they hot?’

‘what if im hallucinating all these songs?’

the bell rings and you walk to your next class, listening to the new song. 

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡

today you were determined.

and you had a plan

you would fake sick to get a pass to the nurses office before your calculus class, and you would creep towards the room and look in to see who sits there. the time came to fake cramps to go to the nurses office and when you did you made a beeline to the calculus class. theres a window peaking into the class so you decided to watch from there. you scope the classroom to find your seat and the mysterious music god who blesses you every day.

and when you do.

oh god you almost slipped from the stool you were standing on because he was beautiful. he had his headphones on and was working on the problem. the class period was ending so he started typing his song recommendation for the day. his friends came over and started talking to him. 

“dude are you ever gonna face her? these song thingies were sweet at first but its getting sad. you always relace your shoes and stretch so you can get out before she comes. i’ve been saying i dont know you for a solid week now” his friend said as he scoffed “sohee what the heck!” the headphone boy said (you had named him that once you saw his headphones) “what ever. i need a headstart, i think i heard her friends say shes sprinting to calc today. i cant take any chances.” he starts stretching and relacing his shoes. the bell rings and he runs out the class. you grab your bag and run after him. he ends off at the orchestra hall and you yank him by his backpack. he yelps and locks eyes with you.

“i finally found you, you music god!” you say out of breath.

he laughs “oh goody!”

“dude who the hell says oh goody” 

“sorry” he says. “look i’m late for my orchestra practice so could you just uh, god you’re really pretty, look at the calculator and call it a day” 

you pull out a market and motion for him to stick out his forearm. he gives it to you and you write your number on his forearm. 

“make sure to send all your song recommendations to me. my ears are blessed after your beautiful songs or something.” his cheeks turn a deep scarlet. “oh uh yeah sure sure i’ll send it to you totally.” you nod and start walking away. suddenly he shouts after you “your hair looks really pretty today! not that it doesnt look pretty every day, i just like the slick back in the front, with the little curls in the front. it frames your face really well. makes you look extra beautiful.” you smile back at him.

“thanks music boy”

authors note: we need to bring back loser anton, he hasnt been his loser self since love 119. but i actually do this everyday in maths class and someone caught me leaving the class late and screamed “ITS THE MUSIC GIRL !!” but thanks to @chlorinecake and @kairoot for the songs !!

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[drdemonprince]

Can I have some insane FIREy money saving tips pls?

I am so sorry but it is a common misconception of FIRE to think that it's about saving (and especially about ridiculous degrees of purtianical cost-cutting and self-denial). The reason that Mr Money Mustache was able to retire at 30 was because he was making early 2000's tech industry money that he could live on so easily he put fully 50% of his income into a retirement account. He did spend a lot less than his professional peers by not leasing ridiculously expensive cars, living in a modestly sized home in a cheap and walkable area, and not engaging in the rampant lifestyle inflation that is typical for that industry, but half of his advice (like "dont buy professional cleaning products, just use vinegar" and "don't get health insurance just be active") either wouldn't amount to a drop in the bucket for the average person, or isn't feasible unless you're super privileged and lucky.

now all that SAID, there are useful lessons to be gleaned from the r/leanfire world that apply to more people's situations. The biggest determinants of a person's ability to save are their housing and transportation; the most effective ways to cut one's expenses are to move to a far cheaper area (or into a cheaper housing situation, such as with roommates or van life or something), and to stop driving and instead use a bike or public transit. that CAN make a huge difference of anywhere from hundreds to thousands of dollars a month. anything else you can do to reduce spending on beyond that is less substantial and less controllable, but there are things one can do -- things you have probably thought of, like ending subscription payments (just pirate all your media), cooking at home, and not throwing money away on expenses that are hefty but highly socially normalized (if you're in a subculture where it is common to fly across the country for lots of friends' weddings and spend lots of money on their gifts, for example, eschewing that).

The majority of people interested in FIRE here on this blog? are people who need a lot more time to themselves and a whole lot more flexibility because they are disabled, and they're not making a ton of money. they're probably also not wasting a ton of money either -- bc they're broke. of course i could recommend things that are probably obvious like buying used phones instead of leasing them from cell phone providers, pirating media instead of paying for it, going to the gym at the park district building instead of a fancy private one -- but i think most people already know all of that and are doing their damndest.

the other side of the equation of course is to boost income -- doing freelancing or switching industries or things like that. but it's something i am also hesitant to recommend bc i dont want people burning out like i did, and it's not feasible for most of us.

personally i think the most useful part of the FIRE movement for the majority of us is advice about how to invest effectively, how to avoid getting screwed, and an affirmation that living very cheaply and independently of an employer IS possible. but it gets harder the more reliant you are upon a car, the more expensive the city is that you're living in, and if you have kids. hell, MMM even tells people that getting pets is a waste. that's just the kind of autism he has.

Again, r/leanfire is the best for practical tips and tools that will actually fit your life if youre like most of us here on this blog -- but if this is a topic you already think about a fair amount you're probably doing most of what you can already, and maybe even worrying about small expenses far too much. the whole point of FIREing is so you arent miserable. so like, dont cut out expenses that make your life more bearable. this isnt (or shouldnt be) some advocado toast shaming kinda stuff you know what i mean.

[random-posts680]

•I knew you’d be back•part 2

Part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/random-posts680/748793779031605248/dont-come-looking-for-me-part-1

A/N: guys holy moly I’m so sorry it took me an eternity to finish this but I hope you like it!

Warnings: maybe spelling errors, killing, death, royal family after reader, Feyd, blood, arena fights

Your hair was sprawled out as you laid on your back, it casted over the sheets of Feyds bed. Your arms were comfortably crossed over your ribs. And Your feet dangled off the edge.

Feyd mostly matched your position as he laid next to you. His arm closest to you layed out in the space between both your bodies. He itched to wrap it around you and pull you closer to him.

But unfortunately, how things were currently was as close as he was going to get. He wished to be something more with you, but even just being close at your side as friends kept him content. Silence filled the room before you inhaled to speak.

“Do you miss me?”

Completely taken aback by your question, Feyd turned his head to the side to look at you. His face contorted into an unusual look of concern. Your face stared at the nothingness of his ceiling until your eyes snapped to the side and your head slightly followed

There was no answer from him. He looked from your eyes down longingly at your lips then back up. You were unreal to him, something otherworldly, you were the most beautiful being he’d ever seen, and the most important to him as well. When he came out of his thoughts he looked back to you. Your face still awaited an answer.

“Why would I need to, when you’re right here?” His voice is gentle but still holds a bit of his rasp. Before you thought of an answer Feyd inhaled and continued “And I’ll never have to, I won’t let anyone take you from me.” There was that murderous gleam in his eyes that you’ve seen a handful of times. It was never directed towards you, god never, Feyd-rautha couldn’t stand the thought of you getting injured by his own hands, and it filled him with rage thinking of it being by somebody else’s.

You smiled at him, seemingly grateful at his answer and promise of protection. He returned your smile and inched ever so slightly towards you. His eyes trailed around the features of your face, they stop at your lips once again. This didn’t go unnoticed by you. You glanced down at his pale lips in return. Your faces began to invade the gap between the both of you.

Feyds arm reaches up and his cold smooth hand cups your face and pulls you in. His body heats up at the contact initiated. You close your eyes….and so does he.

Feyd-rautha twitches awake.

His mind recalls the images produced from his sleeping state. He remembers the odd question you asked him and his heart rate picks up when he recollects the end of the fantasy. It was like this most nights. Dreams and visions of you invading his mind, moments he’s had with you and moments he had wished to have with you.

The harkonnen desperately wants you back. It has nearly been 6 months since you seemingly disappeared without a single trace of where you may have gone. You aren’t dead, that is all that Feyd-rautha knows. And it keeps him determined to find you.

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Your ship wasn’t anything fancy. It could stay in space for long periods of time and is undetectable under any radar. It keeps you hidden, and that’s what you need most, especially now.

When you were found out to be residing on Giedi prime, you knew you had fucked up. You remember being awoken by your com that night ringing loudly. Once you groggily picked up, the call consisted of only a few sentences before you were on your feet and moving.

“Y/n, they’ve found you, you need to leave now! We have a ship ready for you at these coordinates!” The lady spoke on the other end. The coordinates were then listed on the screen.

You were grateful for the people at your job who were working to protect you from those who were out to hunt you, they believed in doing the right thing so when they discovered you floating through space, you told them your story and they took you in and offered you a job and their protection.

The truth is, you were the next Queen of your house, the standards for that queen were specific and high, one of the most important being you would need to be able to give birth to an heir. So from a young age you were tested for fertility so you could begin training, learning, and one day be married and give birth to an heir.

That was never fate.

A few weeks before you were to be married a freak accident occurred and it left you injured and to your houses dismay, infertile. Now, in most scenarios it wouldn’t have mattered if you were infertile but in your line of royalty there was information that could take down the entire nation of your planet that only a fit queen and king were supposed to know, and you were no longer of that standard of a fit queen due to your infertility.

You knew everything, and you were no longer going to be queen. This left them to having no choice. They were going to kill you and then begin training a different female relative of yours.

You were smart enough to realize their plans for you, so the night you found out of your infertility, you left. You knew they’d be after you the moment they realized you were gone.

Similar to when you ran away from your home planet you left most of your stuff on Giedi prime. Your heart ached a bit at the thought of leaving behind the good friend you had made here. You knew you couldn’t do anything about it so you at least gave him some attempt at closure when you scribbled down the note that he would later find. You’d miss him and he’d miss you ten times more. It’d drive him mad.

Along with the note that he found he also noticed his missing blade which brought you to the night prior. feyd had been showing you his collection of blades, you knew you shouldn’t have but you took one, you knew that someday your family would find you here and you wanted to be prepared. You hid the blade and as if you had foreseen the event, the very next night was when you would need to make your escape.

You dropped the note into one of your notebooks and slid the blade into your belt. You found the designated coordinates, and there your ship was. It hovered above the ground just enough for you to climb inside. You remeber looking back into the Giedi prime night, hoping that feyd-rautha would follow the one demand on that scribbled piece of paper.

Life after leaving wasn’t easy. You had plenty of battles and worked hard on combat training. The hardest part about leaving though was being away from feyd. You really did miss him. You cherished the moments you two had together and they often replayed in your sleep. With each day your desire to see him again grew.

Which led you to now, 6 months later, you are back, hovering just off of the atmosphere of the black and white planet. You know it’s a horrible idea to pay this visit but you need to see Feyd. The way you left him haunted you, you know you were his only form of support and you just up and left without any warning. You owe him the knowledge that you are sorry and willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to him.

You wonder what he is doing now, you wonder if he ever found that note, you wonder if he’d even cared that you’d left. You wonder if he’s missed you as much as you’ve missed him.

‘What ever he may think, I’ll find out myself’ you think, as your hand pushes the steering mechanism forwards. You ready yourself to enter Giedi prime once again. You flip the switches and type in your coordinates for landing. You push and your ship begins to fall into the planets gravity.

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Feyd-Rauthas arms are outstretched. His muscles exposed to the air within the threshold. Servants gather around him, painting the black shapes over his nearly white skin.

Ever since you left, this has been his only source of enjoyment. Killing those drugged slaves in the arena. His only way to cope with your disappearance.

Once his servants are done, he is handed his blade. The nervous harkonnen male avoiding heavy eye contact as he presents them. Feyds hands graze the tip of it and his reflection can be seen in its polished surface. Every time the blade is brought out he thinks of you and how somewhere in the galaxy you posses the missing one from his collection.

Feyd dismisses his servants, at this they all rush out, desperate to leave the presence of the na-baron. Unfortunately for the last servant to leave, the harkonnens blade penetrates her. The sharp object colliding with flesh sounds about 8 times before the sickening sound of a body against the ground follows.

Feyd-rautha walks out of his chamber Hungry for more meaningless gore. He scans the hallway, waiting for the next person to cross his path. Only about 10 seconds pass before a veiled being in all black turns the corner. Their back turned to him as they continue to walk.

The harkonnen smirks and follows quietly in pursuit. His presence going completely unnoticed by the target. Feyd-rautha readies his blade.

He grips onto the persons shoulder and pushes his blade straight to their jugular. Before he makes his next move, the person speaks.

“I thought you’d be here.” Your voice sounds through his ears.

Feyd-rauthas heart skips a beat, His knees almost go weak, and his hands begin to shake. Y/n? Is it really you? But It can’t be you, you left him without any indication of coming back, how could this be you? How could you have come back? The harkonnens mind races rapidly and his grip loosens.

With that, you slip out of it and turn to face him. You unveil yourself. Feyd-Rauthas heart races and his chest rises and falls unsteadily. His eyes stare down at you taking in the features he had missed so much. It really is you.

As Feyd stands awe struck You wonder what to do. It wasn’t like you could act casual ‘hey, I’m back after abandoning you for months and not telling you where I went!’ That would be arrogant and disrespectful. You know you owe him an explanation as to why you left but right now you are at a total loss for words.

His eyes hold hints of desperation and excitement yet his face displays utter disbelief. You wait to see if he’ll say anything but moments go by and he doesn’t. You take it upon yourself to speak first but regret it instantly when the sentences tumble out of your mouth and merge.

“Feyd-rautha-my lord, I’m terribly sorry that I left..-I I do have an explanation-“

You are cut off by his hands gripping you arms and pulling you into him. You look up at him before he connects your lips. His kiss is deep and full his hands are desperate as they go from your arms to your hair to push your face further in. You deepen the kiss too, making Feyds body warmer as you both stand.

After many seconds you both pull away for air. You’re shocked to say the least, as for the harkonnen he stares at you with desire, his eyes roaming you and his hands now feeling your waist, pulling you closer against his muscular torso.

“I’d like that explanation, we shall talk about it in my room. I will cancel my arena fight.” His voice is low and full of contained urgency. His heart hammers in his chest and it’s as if nothing else matters. You have finally come back to him.

He can’t take his eyes away from you as he leads you to his room. Once you two are there your lips meet once again and he’s ready to live out all the things he’s dreamed of knowing that you’re ready too. You love him and that’s all he’s wanted since the second he had met you.

Feyd-rautha is never going to let you leave him again, especially now. Your entire family and their army could come after you and he would be at the front line defending you with his life.

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[snwusberry]

pairing: dad!wooyoung x mom!black reader

warning(s): eating

genre: fluff

wc: 1294

on my "wooyoung girl dad" agenda

reader pov

man this girl can talk. almost as much as her father, and put them in the kitchen together? absolute chaos, but i love every single second of it.

the kitchen is a mess with mixing bowls littering the counters, used measuring cups scattered everywhere, and four everywhere but in a bowl. the christmas eve chaos is in full swing.

usually we'd buy ready made cookie dough but this time, self proclaimed master chef jung wooyoung, and his sous chef j.j decided we'd nara smith the cookies today. i said master chef, not pastry chef, by the way.

"okay jiah, its your turn to mix the dry ingredients, but do it gently so the flour doesnt get everywhere." i say, handing the little girl the whisk.

she grabs it with both hands and looks at me with all the seriousness she can muster.

"dont worry mommy, i'm a professional baker." she tells me with determination.

see what her father is feeding her?

"i see so." i agree and she smiles widely, before she starts whisking.

"my baby, you've got a littke flour on your nose." wooyoung says from across the counter where he's rolling out dough with far too much flair and jiah gasps, dropping the whisk and patting her face.

"where?"

"here." wooyoung answers, pointing at his own face, unable to contain his laughter. "you look like a little snowman."

with that she grabs a handful of flour and throws it in his direction. i guess she didnt like that.

"hey i was joking. no need to attack your own father."

"at this point we won't have enough cookies for santa." i comment, looking at all the incorrect uses of flour happening. taking a bite of one of the cookies that were put on the cooling rack.

"yeah because you're eating them all." wooyoung comments and i stick my tongue out at him, and jiah must've found that really funny because she let's out her cute little laugh.

"you try resisting all these cookies while carrying another one of your big headed babies." i snap back and he raises his hands.

"we're going to make the best cookies ever! santa's gonna love them." jiah exclaims after stuffing a handful of dough in her mouth. when she got to wooyoung, is a mystery to me but she managed to snatch some cookie dough for herself. hopefully she doesn't have a stomach bug tomorrow, or she'll be really upset.

"obviously. with us in charge, he's going to think they're gourmet." wooyoung chimes in.

he tosses even more flour on the counter before cutting out christmas tree shapes that were bought specifically for the occasion. you can definitely say thing one and thing two were more than excited for christmas this year.

"daddy, you don't even know what gourmet means!"

i snort, trying mot to laugh amd loom to wooyoung who's mouth hangs open in fake offense. self proclaimed master chef, remember?

"excuse me young lady, i happen to know exactly what gourmet means. it means fancy, just like my cooking, thank you very much."

i roll my eyes, placing the already cut dough on the baking sheet. "how about we focus on getting these in the oven before you two destroy my kitchen."

"she started it." wooyoung says, pointing at jiah who dramatically gasps.

"no, you did. you started it when you said i look like a snowman."

i shake my head at the two, fighting the smile that still manages to make it on my face.

"a cute snowman, my baby." he says, trying ti save face and it works because jiah smiles widely at him.

"the cutest?"

"yes, the cutest."

"aren't you guys cute." i comment after witnessing the cute interaction.

i watch as wooyoung puts the tray in the oven before he starts preparing the wet ingredients for the new batch while j.j sneaks me two more cookies.

"for the baby." she whispers a lottke too loudly and i catch wooyoung looking at us.

if its anyone who's more excited for the baby on the way, it's jiah. the moment we told her she'd be an older sister, she's been nothing short of excited. when wooyoung explained that i needed rest and "to be taken care of" during this time she'd to things like what she did just now.

"not enough for santa, remember?" wooyoung said sarcastically but i know he doesnt really care.

"he'll be fine if he gets just two, won't he princess?" i respond and jiah nods rapidly with her mouth full. well there goes another one.

"mommy, do you think he'd like sprinkles?" she asks once she gets a look at the dough wooyoung is mixing.

"i think he'll like anything."

she hums thoughtfully and picks up the jar of sprinkles before dumping some on the dough for wooyoung to fold in.

"i think he'll like the sprinkles. they're prettier."

"sprinkles are the best." wooyoung comments, grabbing some for himself amd tossing them into his mouth.

"daddy, those are for santa!" jiah yells.

"relax, theres plenty left." he says, grinning.

"if you eat the decorations, you'll end up on the naughty list." i chime in, in jiah's defense as if i didn't just tear up a few cookies just now.

"wouldn't be the first time." he quips, throwing a wink at me.

"the dough wooyoung." i remind him and he smirks.

the three of us continue working together to finish the cookies, with the occasional banter and sassy comments from j.j shot towards her father. by the time the last batch is in the oven, we're all tired and i lean against the counter, surveying the mess.

“you know. we could’ve just bought cookies at the store. santa wouldn’t know the difference.”

jiah's jaw drops, and she stares at me like i've just said the most blasphemous thing in the world.

“mommy! you can’t buy cookies for santa! that's cheating!”

as if ready made dough is any better, but okay.

“yeah, mommy. what kind of example are you setting?” wooyoung chimes in, grinning.

i roll my eyes, but i'm smiling. “alright, alright. homemade cookies it is.”

she takes another cookie and takes a bite and immediately lets out a happy hum.

“santa is definitely gonna love these!” she exclaims and wooyoung takes a bite from the cookie in her hand, this being the first time he gets a taste.

“not bad, kiddo. we make a pretty good team.” she grins, her mouth full of cookie crumbs.

“yeah! we’re the best cookie makers ever!”

i can’t help but laugh as i watch the two of them, so alike in their playful, talkative ways. the kitchen is a mess, but my heart feels so full.

“alright.” i say, grabbing a plate for santa's cookies. “let's leave these out with some milk, and then it’s off to bed. santa won’t come if you’re still awake.”

“okay, mommy!” she says, helping me arrange the cookies on the plate.

wooyoung picks her up and swings her around, making her giggle.

“let's get you to bed, hmm?" she nods.

after tucking her in, and cleaning up, wooyoung and i put the cookies back in the cookie jar and he warms up some milk for me to drink before bed.

we sit down together in the living room when wooyoung puts a hand on ny growing belly and let's out a content sigh.

"you're in for a treat my angel." he says softly and i smile at him. "your sister gets nore and more impatient to meet you and we're anticipating your arrival too. mommy and daddy love you."

he presses a kiss on my belly and sits up straight again.

"and i love you, baby." he says to me, leaning in to kiss my lips.

"i love you too."

[averycutesalamander]

HELLO my first fic is finally done!!!! im posting some of the intro under the cut, but the whole thing is up on AO3!! (pls dont look at the word count it's really embarrassing)

It’s days like this that make Boothill consider giving up on his hunt.

Well, consider is too strong a word; it’s only ever a passing fancy, a brief flicker of doubt that he discards immediately. He’s a man on a mission, after all, and he’s nothing if not determined. He's proud of his ruthless optimism in the face of adversity; it's kept him going this long. Still, he’s willing to admit that work like his isn’t all sunshine, and certainly has its rainy days – this one definitely included. 

He’s finally on his way home after an exceptionally long and frustrating job, one that seemed engineered to piss him off, one that he failed, and he’s eager to get back to your shared apartment, clean up, recharge, and spend some desperately needed time with you. He’d sent you a message to let you know he was on his way back a few system hours ago, and you’d excitedly responded with a string of emojis so long it filled his entire phone screen. The hour is rather late for you to be up – not terribly late, but enough that he's lucky you're awake.

He’s exhausted and frustrated and filthy and he absolutely reeks; he didn’t have the time to clean up before heading back, and frankly, even if he did, he thinks he might’ve combusted on the spot if he spent another second on that god-forsaken bog of a planet. As he climbs the stairs up to the apartment, he's nearly tempted to collapse on them and pass out for a few hours, but the urge to see you keeps him moving.

“I’m home, sweetpea,” he calls as the door shuts behind him. He retracts the spurs on his ankles and sluggishly wipes his feet on the mat – a habit you’d been sure to instill in him the moment the two of you started living together. (“You always track in so much dirt! And no, just because you technically don't wear boots doesn't mean you don't have to wipe off the mud,” you scolded him. “Maybe I should start making you clean it up.” That straightened him out real quick.) His hat is hung in its designated spot next to your favorite jacket, looking exceptionally out of place considering the grime that coats it.

He slumps against the door, utterly drained, then tilts his head at your lack of response. You’re home and awake, he knows that much; your usual shoes are by the door, and he can hear movement in the kitchen. A tantalizing smell radiates into the entryway, and he’s willing to bet it’s some kind of stew; you always make it on days that you know he’s coming home.

He turns the corner around the kitchen and finds you with your back to him, busy with something on the stove, then sees why you hadn't answered him; you've got your headphones on, moving to a beat he can just barely hear, muttering along to it under your breath. His lips quirk, fondness unfurling in his chest; a little spark of mischief arrives on its coattails, chasing away his exhaustion for the moment. He steps lightly onto the tile, quieter than he needs to be, eyes glimmering. Closer, closer, closer he creeps, until he's towering behind you, just within reach. With a glance, he makes sure you aren't holding anything too important, and then– 

You squeal in surprise as his arms snake around your waist, hauling you back against his chest with unyielding strength. With a mighty squirm, you whip around to identify your attacker, and your face lights up so perfectly that if he wasn't grinning before, he certainly is now. You laugh in delight, rushing to shake off your headphones and shove them onto the counter. The moment your hands are free, you leap against him in earnest, hard enough that he'd stumble if he weren't made of metal. 

You curl your arms tightly around his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his hips in a death grip like you’re trying to crush him, as you always do. His hands slip down beneath your thighs to support you in your efforts, as he always does. 

Either you don't notice how filthy he is (very hard to believe) or you don't care, because you pepper his face with kisses relentlessly. By the time you're done with your assault, he's chuckling, all dazed and giddy, his weariness melting away at your touch. Cupping your hands around his face, you beam at him, eyes shining.

“Hi, honeybee,” you say, a little breathless.

“Hey there, buttercup,” he answers with a squeeze on your thighs. He resists the urge to rub his cheek against yours as he usually does, conscious of the grime that coats him like a second skin. “Did ya miss me that much?”

You scoff and roll your eyes as dramatically as you can manage. “Like you even need to ask. Feels like it’s been forever.” You pinch his cheeks, then laugh as he nips at your fingers. “How was the mission?”

He groans, and he isn't even exaggerating. 

(read more on ao3 !!)

[stair-tilez]

Hi guys, good luck with drawing today!

For any of your blorbos, 2, 3, 5, 28

Mariusrenathyrs-crashout

hello!!! thank you :D!! i did three blorbos just for fun and because im a tryhard </3

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

shepherd; AUGH !!!!!!!! YOU CANT MAKE ME CHOSE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant pick anything serious because there's too many good choices so i'm gonna say its the fact his lesser restoration is just him making coffee..... i think its cute <3 i think. well, i know from a certain point of view, that he would Not like how much creamer i put in my coffee kana; she is so painfully human, she cares and of course shes strong and dependable and determined but she also freaks out and makes mistakes and isn't perfect. the entire party has such fascinating relationships with the idea and actual act of being human that it makes kana being this highly moral warrior human that much more fantastic . if that makes sense i might be rambling madly skrimm; oh this damn goblin of multitudes... i think my favorite thing has to be his relationship with graveyard jack ESPECIALLY with the latest episodes. just seeing how he tests the waters of how connected they are was such a good touch and just the moment i realized he was working up an appetite in case he needed to be hungry for graveyard jack to eat?? augh its so fucking good

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

shepherd; sliiiight cop out answer but everyday i think of when well, spoilers, but he let himself be talked into something he knew he shouldn't do and was dead set on Not doing and like I Know why Andy did it (he talked about it in a&c) but god. grabbing shepherd violently. why the fuck would you do that you dumbass!!!!!!! kana; this doesn't quite fit the question but i need to say it. i hate how much her master and her backstory got meme'd on at the end. i know they were carrying around that old man during some really inconvenient times and he was soooo sickly and everything was too serious so the jokes were nice but it felt so dismissive of her story and it genuinely really bothered me. and i know she gets to have her moment with her master eventually but even it was really blegh and . blows up. basically i wish they had capped off her personal arc better but i still love her dearly skrimm; this is gonna be blasphemous from me, guy who loves to pair skrimm off with just about anyone, but i don't really like skrimm/daisy, not cause its bad or anything i just feel so painfully indifferent about it. i see it happening before my eyes and i should think its cute but i find that this is the one subplot i really don't care about.. i love and support all skraisy shippers though you guys are awesome

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

shepherd; so kind of poor mans poison to write music about shepherd before he was around <3 (silly)

kana; i have naught even a sliver of defense for this one. i just think about her a lot and it makes me sad

skrimm; this is a little silly but i stand by it

28. If you could have this character meet another in another media, who would you have them meet?

im not very crossover-pilled tbh but ill try to think of something o7 shepherd; tangotek from hermitcraft (s10) i kept trying to think of something other than hermits but like. i genuinely think shepherd and tango would be good friends. tango would casually ask if shepherd wants some upgrades to judgement and redemption and the moment shepherd was like "good doctor cogburn made these for me, i dont think they need any tinkerin" tango would immediately be like "oh fuck i did Not approach that right" cause he meant it like a helpful gesture but it would not read that way. hed spend a few days making some fancy ass lighter as an apology like "hey man i didnt mean to imply ur guns were bad or anything, tinkificating is just what i do." then hand it to him with little fanfare. shepherd doesnt need a lighter, but he would appreciate the thought and the apology kana; coral glasses from ena dream bbq i dont have any like super deep thoughts about this, i just think they should relax together and just talk about the nonsense they both deal with. kana would be fucking blown away by the happening of the world of ena but part of her is sitting there like "woah... almost makes me glad i dealt with strahdanya instead of . any of that." meanwhile coral glasses hears kana's story and starts sweating like "how the hell did you deal with any of that... not even getting paid for it either.." skrimm; booker t raccoon from uprooted i couldnt think of anything so cop out answer it is, i need to study these two like bugs because they would be so territorial of their friends from each other even tho both of them are Not interested in the others friends. theyre silly like that

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Hi, Yvonne! Drop the skincare routine girl, don't gatekeep this. I need the recs.

Oooooh! You came to the right place, gorgeous! Okay. OKAY. So hyped for this! Like, it’s not my specialty since I’m not a dermatologist, so take this allllll with a grain of salt and your own situation in mind.

The main reminder I give you if you’re trying to actually be good to your skin is to DE-INFLUENCE your routine! There’s a lot of word and ads and influencers trying to promote and show off fancy and expensive products. You don’t need that entirely. Tune them out. Read the ingredients. Read the reviews. Try to get samples. Ask any sales associates, your own healthcare providers. Literally; Don’t let some glammed up doof on the internet tell you that you need some $40 toner that you’ll end up finishing within a month or two. Surprise surprise, they’re probably getting paid.

Hot take but it’s the same for the SPF hype. It’s fine and it’s great to be cautious, but for those with VERY sensitive skin that doesn’t handle a lot of products very well, you are ALLOWED to determine whether or not your SPF is doing more harm than good, and omit that from your routine if you have deduced it’s causing further irritation and adverse reactions. Either omit it, or only use it when you really need to, OR try to find one less taxing on the skin. DONT go nuts and go for the strongest stuff. Your bank account and skin will thank you.

The routine I follow is simple. Here’s the morning and evening routines!

Morning:

Non-foaming oat cleanser PHA+BHA toner that also hydrates! Niacinamide serum Hydrating moisturising cream with ceramides

Evening:

Remove make-up if needed with a micellar water+oil remover and cotton pad Non-foaming oat cleanser Blemish patches if needed The same moisturiser, OR a night cream that also hydrates

Occasionally I’ll do a sheet mask, clay mask, or even put on moisturizer and “slug” (putting on a more occlusive/protective product like petroleum jelly or Lush’s Ultrabland cleanser) (I’m not sponsored pls) (if anyone has a cheaper dupe that’s just as good, pls let me know, my wallet is sobbing) like, once or twice a week. Just be mindful of what your skin needs and can handle at the moment.

And for the love of god, do a patch test with your products first too. Some products will be marketed as gentle and high quality, but you’ll end up reacting to it like a madman out of NOWHERE. Test it first. Take it off if it starts to hurt or itch more than it normally should (if any).

We all have different situations, different sensitivities, and different strengths. This is my take, my routine, and it reflects my needs! So take it with a grain of salt, lovey! Hope this helps though.

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@disneyanddisneyships so..

Judith Hartfelt headcanons (how she is in hell)

First off I wanna say again that she is the literal opposite of how she is in heaven. Like literally she died a fetus in canon. In hell au she's a little gremlin who likes setting things on fire (judith: just like dad :D)

Alastor has spanked her because duh he's old-fashioned.

She takes ballet lessons from her mom

Despite being in hell her parents and everyone around her was determined to keep her innocence as a child.

Let's pretend she can grow up. Please. I would love that-

Lucifer gave her rubber ducks :D

Charlie is like the best auntie ever! I imagine charlie and aponi having a sister bond of some sort and i would rlly love to see that. She's 100% the backup parent sometimes.

Judith has messed with Vaggie's spear collection one time and then Vaggie found out some were missing. Cue Judith running around with a spear.

Judith helps Niffty clean the hotel. She's a great helper!

Regarding Vaggie's spear, Judith went up to her parents like, "mom, dad! I stole aunt vaggie's knife stick!"

Angel Dust adores her. He becomes the opposite of the personality he's known for when she's around. He would act so wholesome you'd think something posessed him even for a demon.

Mr. Fluffy, keekee, and fat nuggets are her best friends!! She dresses them up in cute little costumes and Angie and Charlie are fine with it.

Whenever Judith wants to play tea party, Alastor alters everyone's outfits into fancy princess ones and summons a big rounded table with kettles and teapots and stuff.

Pretend she can grow up-- but Vaggie in my opinion helped her the most with teenage stuff.. like.. hormones and everything. Like Judith goes moody teen mode and Vaggie would know what to do/say.

Lilith doesn't see her very often, but will help Aponi and Alastor to take care of Judith when she can. Like.. when Judith was a baby she would teach them both how to change diapers. She would sigh and facepalm whenever they do it all wrong.

Lilith: Alastor, you don't hold her like that.

Alastor, holding baby Judith like he would a bag of groceries: ?

Husk doesn't like being pet AT ALL just because he's a cat, but Judith is an exception.

Lucifer takes her to Lu Lu World when he has the time.

Everyone. Everyone in the hotel thinks Judith is just an innocent lil baby. Too pure for hell.

Spoiler alert: They were wrong.

BEE-LZEBUB SPOILS HER WITH SWEETS!!!!! I REPEAT, BEE-LZEBUB SPOILS HER WITH SWEETS!!!

Bee: You don't need to blackmail other kids when you can have the whole stack! Go ahead! Take as many as you want, cause your auntie bee's got it all for ya, hon!

Judith is great friends with Clark! Please- if you're going to canonize a headcanon-

Aella takes Clark to the hotel to hang out with Judith since sinners can't travel through the seven rings and they're stuck in the pride ring. Also given thag the I.M.P building is at Pride and Aella's often with Clark more than N*cholas, I gotta say he and Judy made friends.

Striker: ...you want a beer?

Aella: SHE'S 4!

Striker: I DONT KNOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HER-

I'm just going to say that Judy was from an orpahanage because fetuses cant sin obviously. And hellborn demons can grow up.

Since Judith may be a hellborn demon she can travel through different rings. So she may have possibly visited clark in wrath.. if aella ever lives in wrath. Idk.

Judith HAS played with Vark. I think Mal took him under her wing for a moment because Vox had been a bit busy, and somehow she came across Judy. Dw. Mal told him to be a nice shark.

Mallory is canonly a thief. Past life and afterlife. So i can imagine her sneaking in shit to Judith like the candy her classmate refused to give her

I think Valentino tried kidnapping her once without even VOX himself knowing. Note: tried.

Val: Come with me, I have lots of candies in my house.

Judith, lying: I'm diabetic.

Linda watches Alaponi spending time with Judith from afar, and she just gets livid. She thinks of her own daughter, her own family, and just.. loses her mind.

Linda tries kidnapping Judith also, saying that if she cant have a daughter then aponi also cant.

Aponi feels bad for raising Judith in a place full of.. murder.. and assault.. and sin.

Judith likes to pick on her teacher she almost got expelled.

Vox doesn't care much, until he found out Mal and Aponi signed him up as a godfather.

Vox: Will you stop whining if I play videos on my screen?

Tv man secretly finds goddaughter cute. Tv man secretly wants to protecc lil girl.

Becca and Judith get along swell

Mal was never a fan of kids at all, but holy hell. When she sees that girl.. You know that "menace who stab ppl" persona? Gone.

Mal: you got GROUNDED? For what? A silly prank at school?

The silly prank in question: made her classmates gather around in a piñata only to find that it's full of spiders.

Teacher: She got into a fight.

Aponi: I'm so sorry for that! We'll talk to her right now!

Alastor: did she win?

Teacher: yes.

Alastor: That's my little fawn!

Furcalor doesnt see her that much but definitely adores her.

Stolas: Via, look! It's Judith! Say hi! ☺

Via: um.. hi?

Stolas: they will be great friends!

Charlie braids Judith's hair

If there's a bow on Alastor's tail.. you know who the culprit is.

Judith pronounced the bible 'bibble' once.

Angel would swear around her, and Aponi would give a death glare

Bee would constantly ask about judy in their saturday beelzejuice hangouts

Verosika, to Aponi: you know.. she's way too cute to be yours.

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[cugzarui]

immortality

you are alone in the dark, not really remembering how you got there. its hard to remember anything through the pain. gas bubbles form under your skin and in the hard vacuum. the dry frost nipping at your eyes and tongue and nostrils. the sensory deprivation of a true void rings in your ears and flashes before your eyes. in time you adjust.

you get used to it. you dont know how long it takes; but as painful as it is it is also a constant, unchanging pain. a fixed stimulus. and after a while your brain determines it must not be worth paying attention to. you reflect on how lucky you are that "getting used to it" is not considered an ailment, or your supernatural healing wouldve kept you in eternal torment. you reflect again on how lucky you are, that excessive hallucinations do count as ailments, and so you are able to retain awareness of your circumstances rather than falling to inescapable madness. you do still indulge in delusions quite often - what else is there to do out here? - but it is not a compulsion.

one day while floating listlessly through the void, you are struck with a bit of fancy, and maim yourself. you pour out your blood and pull out your hair and tie them together into a ball - a planet. your planet. your new home. it will take forever to build, so it is quite fortunate that forever is exactly what you have.

you still cant tell how much time passes; but you can do the math. after a few months your planet weighs about as much as you do. after a decade or two it stands as tall as you do. a bit of a surprise comes in after what must have been only a few centuries at most. you feel the slightest brush of wind. your world doesnt have its own gravitational pull yet, but you reason that the molecules evaporating from it ever so slowly, will escape with too low of a velocity to travel far. they accumulate in the "vicinity" (by some loose definition of vicinity) of your world and create a barrier that slows down faster moving molecules as well. even the fast molecules coming off of your own body hit the planets surface and slow down. gradually, this all turns into a noticeable cloud of gas. one which even acts as an insulator (it does consist heavily of CO2), warming your world a little and speeding up the evaporation of more gas.

you build a house out of hair and blood-ice

after some millennia your world finally has a noticeable gravitational pull. it is just barely there. you have to set sensitive experiments to detect it (take a chunk of ice. place it above the ground. check back after a while and find that its on the ground), but a gravitational field is definitely present.

it takes about a million years before that gravitational field goes from "technically there" to "i need to actively consider this on a regular basis". it is still quite weak, but it fills you with confidence. truth be told you lost your first few attempts at making a world. that rope trick only works so well...you really need to stay vigilant or you'll drift away. but not anymore. well you still be vigilant, but now you only need to worry about accidentally jumping at escape velocity. you wont just casually drift away out of the blue. not with gravity. not anymore.

you notice various oddities about your world as well. its been getting warmer, and youve made various environments out of boredom, and now they seem to begin evolving without you. slow chemical reactions that are only appreciable on such large timescales. strange gasses and oils begin forming on your world. rocks as well. actual rocks. actual. rocks. not ice. not hair. not rock-hard viscera. rocks.

your world is a work of art. simply adding material is boring, so you shape it into beautiful things. stories written in weaves of hair and carving of solid blood. fountains and springs and pools and rivers of mysterious oil. and in special thermally insulative containers of your own making - bacteria. your microbiome is considered a part of you, and is maintained indefinitely while inside your body. once outside, the bacteria die to the cold and vacuum; but you can now breed them. selecting for those of lower maintenance that can survive in this harsh environment. then breeding those to have desirable traits. you were so delighted when you first developed a strain that could make light. you vaguely recall that oxygen is necessary for that kind of reaction and wonder where oxygen is coming from in this empty place. then you realize that you must have oxygen dissolved in your blood and some of it must be escaping without being used. whatever. whats important is that you can see. finally you can see. it may be faint - fainter than a candle or LED - but by god for the first time in a million years you can see. you want to turn your whole world into light, but you mustnt. every light uses energy, and you can only replenish that energy so fast. youll just be left with an empty world. be patient.

you waited a million years. you can wait more.

you slowly develop methods and technologies that wouldve been wholly impractical to anyone else. processes that take thousands of years to complete. but you develop industry and tech. gradually you become more advanced. you never crack the secret to your own immortality. you believe it is some inherent property of physics; like mass or electric charge.

you make a friend.

you somehow do it. after who knows how long, youve built a machine of such efficiency, a world of such efficiency, that you can continuously support another being; a being with a design so advanced it rivals that of a human. your world is a far cry from the mat of hair and blood it started as. you have streets paved in stone. a ground of something resembling earth. water. clean water. street lights. air (still not breathable). gravity. warmth. you have a bed and it is comfortable.

and now you have a friend.

your resources are still limited, so twice the manpower doesnt double your productivity, but perhaps because your friend is new and mortal they are able to see things that you cant. make advancements you never thought possible. in another million years, who knows what this world would look like...

[pesterloglog]

Calliope, Jake English

Act 6, page 4181

uranianUmbra [UU] began cheering golgothasTerror [GT] at 5:45

UU: hello there, darling. ~3u

GT: Ahoy madame!

UU: i dont relish troUbling yoU with more arm twisting.

UU: im sUre for all ive done so far yoUve had a jolly good workoUt already :u

UU: bUt yoU will be ready to deliver the package today, yes?

GT: Im determined as ever to see this through. But as usual events have conspired to make a boondoggle of the prospect.

GT: I think i might be fucked.

UU: :U

UU: how so???

GT: Terry needs fuel and i dont have any left. I think im at striders dubious mercy for a solution YET AGAIN.

GT: I will have to ask him for help. And soon.

UU: well there yoU go, love! better hop to it.

GT: Yes i will.

GT: But also...

GT: Theres the matter of the rabbits armaments.

GT: I dont imagine hell do a lot of friggin good in helping grandfather crocker from kicking the old bucket without them.

GT: Did you not say youd supply these?

UU: i did indeed say so!

UU: and have already done.

GT: You did??

GT: When?

UU: in yoUr fUtUre.

UU: i relayed the information enabling yoU to create the powerfUl weaponry yoUrself.

UU: and yoU did!

UU: yoU then sent them back in time. yoU may recover them in the rUins, which conveniently is where yoU mUst go to ship the package once and for all.

UU: bangUp plan we hatched, dont yoU fancy? ^u^

GT: I see...

GT: Yes it sure is if that is the case.

GT: Then all thats left to do is find power for it...

GT: Oh and also enough power for the stupid transmateriabob. Augh!

GT: So much to do before shuttling this goddamn thing into the past.

GT: I mean...

GT: That is what im doing right? Giving it to my grandma when she was a kid growing up on the same island i did?

UU: that is somewhat close to the trUth, and i can see how yoU woUld draw that conclUsion.

UU: bUt theres more to it yoU dont Understand yet! yoU will sort it all oUt in time.

GT: These are among the dadblasted causal spoilers you refuse to dish out?

UU: somewhat.

UU: it woUldnt hUrt yoU mUch to know the trUth, i imagine.

UU: its jUst the trUth is a wee bit complicated.

UU: perhaps a draft of the cascading seqUence from which yoUr reality has arisen will pUt yoUr mind at ease.

UU: imagine two Universes, A and B.

UU: now imagine there are two instances of each Universe, A1 and A2 and B1 and B2.

UU: the first instance of each is like a test rUn, that does not qUite sUcceed.

UU: the second instance thoUgh will meet all of its pUrposes!

UU: now consider that A1 begets A2.

UU: A2 begets B1.

UU: and B1 begets B2.

UU: and the participants of B2 are the ones who will make an effort to exit all this tUrbUlence and falderal.

UU: yoU are one of them! :U

UU: and yoUr yoUng ancestor is another, thoUgh she is "presently" stationed in B1.

UU: and yes she is in the past.

UU: thoUgh not qUite as far as yoU believe!

UU: nor does she occUpy the same stream of continUity.

GT: Im not sure i completely followed that but ok.

UU: thats the best i can do for now. u_u

UU: primarily becaUse i will not risk wasting mUch more of yoUr time!

GT: So you are still in contention that i will meet our elders as youths?

UU: oh yes! ^u^

GT: Ah ha! Then i WILL be traveling through time. I knew it.

GT: Or... they will be. Whichever it is.

GT: Which is it, btw?

UU: caUsal spoilers, sir english!

GT: Fffff.

UU: given the natUre of the qUest waiting for yoU, it woUldnt be shrewd of me to rUle oUt the employment of time travel by any individUal.

UU: bUt i will say that yoUre probably prey to a basic misapprehension aboUt the natUre of this rendezvoUs.

UU: it will not take place on earth.

UU: it will happen inside the game yoUre aboUt to play!

GT: Oh.

GT: Well shit!

UU: indeed. :u

GT: This is frightfully exciting. I would love to meet them.

GT: I never got to know my grandma very well and it always seemed like she led an amazing and adventurous life.

GT: Then this seemed to be proven true in my correspondence with her. So im really looking forward to it.

UU: so trUe. id pay a hefty ransom to get to know my forebears.

GT: I remember you mentioned your race doesnt really jive with ours familially speaking?

UU: correct. i never knew those who one woUld identify as my parental eqUivalents. U_U

UU: it is in the way my race propagates. oUr ancestors precede Us by millenia.

GT: Well yes ours do too. But generally we have all these other people in between them and the most recent ones are called parents.

GT: so i guess you do not have those? Like systemically?

UU: nope! never did.

GT: well neither did i!!!

UU: ^u^

GT: Miss alien i think we are like birds of a feather you and i.

GT: When do i get to learn your name by the way?

UU: hm trUthfUlly?

UU: it may be for the best that yoU never know it.

UU: it coUld stir Up some things best left in their present eqUilibriUm.

UU: and now i think i shoUld bollocks off and leave yoU to it!

GT: But...

GT: Wait!

GT: There are still some things id like to know!

GT: About today! About this game!

UU: no more procrastinating!

UU: contact yoUr friend, darling.

GT: Yes fine fine ok i will but...

GT: Just please tell me in the least causally spoilery way possible...

GT: What are we even trying to accomplish here? What is even the rootin tootin POINT of this game?

UU: i think yoU will have more fUn than yoU can imagine finding oUt.

UU: bUt stated concisely, and short of spoilerly as yoU so charmingly pUt it,

UU: yoUr objective today is to pave the way for the arrival of gods.

UU: <kisses!>

uranianUmbra [UU] ceased cheering golgothasTerror [GT]

[angrythingstarlight]

Your alpha/beefy characters went a liiiittttlllleeee too hard around some of the holiday sales. Which guys stocked up on what products for their girl/omega?

Thigh high socks

Massage oil

Softer blankets

Shirts they’ll wear once before their girl steals them

Candles

Fancy bath stuff

Leggings

Alpha Bucky bought all the thigh-high socks in your size. Every color and design. Of course, he needs you to model for him. Wearing only the thigh-high socks. And if he happens to fuck you in every single pair, well that sounds like the only way to make sure they fit.

Alpha Stucky bought bottles of massage oil and it's one of the few gifts that benefit you more than them. You insisted that they try the oil on each other first and you got to watch your alphas rub each other down in oil, their hands getting so slippery that Steve had no choice but to bend Bucky over the couch right next to where you're sitting and impale him on his cock. "I gotta keep him still Bunny. dont. want. to miss. a. spot." Steve winked at you, his hips grinding into Bucky while his hand rubbed more of the oil across Bucky's back.

Alpha Chris is a simple alpha and he didn't own a lot of comfort items before he met you. In fact, you had to take him shopping because he was clueless about what you would need for a nest. But after watching your eyes light up as you explored the small thrift store and witnessing how excited you got when he put his scent on everything, he was determined to get your own new blankets and items. All the overtime he worked was worth the look on your face when he showed you the mountain of blankets, duvets, and comforters piled on your bed.

Alpha Ari is an enormous man, he easily towers over you. He softly grumbles when you steal his shirts and hoodies but you know that he only wants you wearing his clothes around the house. And you can't stop yourself from stealing them, sometimes right off his body. So you were happy when he "bought himself" a ton of new shirts. And you were even happier when he asked if you were going to let him have one. "Not a chance Alpha," you laughed, patting him on the chest, leaning up to kiss his crestfallen face. "Now take this off so I can have it.

Alpha Steve heard you mention once that you wished you had more candles. So he bought you candle after candle after candle. All shapes, sizes and scents. You stood in the middle of the living room perplexed yet impressed as you gazed around all the packages. Steve was very proud and he had a familiar gleam in his blue eyes. It's one you recognize whenever he's about to ravish you. And as soon as he held up the last box, you understood why he was looking at you like that.

"Island passion fruit massage candle," he said, strolling over to you, his eyes darkening with lust. "Let's use this one first, I want to see how long it takes before I can make you beg."

Alpha Andy lost his mind in the mall. He bought so many bath products he had to store the extras in the garage. Bath bombs, oils, loofahs, specialty candles, pretty much everything you could ever want. And since it was all new, Andy graciously volunteered to show you how to use each item. Because of his thorough hands-on demonstrations, you never want to leave the bathroom again.

And Beefy Bucky loves a good pair of leggings. He explains why here.

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so first up some explanations about Unity & coding in general just cause ik it can be confusing. This probably isnt like 100% accurate explanations, its just the way I think about it and I am Technically a professional software developer that knows a bit about unity.

Shaders themselves are written in a language called OpenGL - they're actually a pretty weird kind of code? Basically, all a shader does is take in one value, and output another. Like a basic RGB shader might take in a Vec3(red value, green value, blue value) like Vec3(255, 0, 0), and then just just output that exactly. That's what an 'unlit' shader does. The shader is still necessary because thats the piece of code that tells the GPU what to do when its given a 3D object.

I'm sure most folks playing video games know this to a degree, but all 3D shapes in digital space are typically made up of a ton of triangles linked together. Those triangle faces are made up of vertices, and the explanation of how all thats calculated and figured out by your computer is personally boring so I'm not going to bother with it, but it is relevant to how shader code works. Most shaders need to know where in digital space they're calculating and where stuff like light sources are.

All of the fancy bits of lighting in a shader are really just equations using the point in space, the location of light sources, and commonly, the color of the base texture of the 3D object to determine the final color of the object after its processed.

This is one of the purposes of "UV mapping" an object's texture actually - it's how you tell the computer where the color on a 2D image relates to a location on a 3D object

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in Unity specifically, most stuff is handled through different kinds of objects. I think part of the original draw of Unity as an engine was the ability to package up any combination of assets and send them to someone else? Since as long as you hold all the different pieces of an object, anyone can use it. Even different scripts can be attached to different objects in many ways - thats why you might hear about crazy sounding things like "every object that moves is actually a door pretending very hard to not be a door" out of context for a game. That "Door" script just happens to swing exactly the same way a falling platform needs to, so why bother writing a second script to do the same thing.

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For shaders, and this I think is common for most things that render in 3D not just Unity, they are typically packaged into "Material" Objects. this is your basic out of the box Unity material

Unity does let you directly edit their shader code but its kind of a mess to look at so here's a basic shader from the site "ShaderToy"

if someone wants a break down of whats happening there lmk this is just to show you its all math, always has been.

Materials in any 3D program can be put on as many objects as you want - so the same metal material can be applied to anything metallic - and the color and texture for individual objects can be still be different. This is where the issues with Shining Nikki's skin materials come into play; most likely, they just used the same exact material as the base skin tone on all the skin tone without testing or caring how it interacted with the other textures.

Skin is a very difficult thing to replicate - as @alenadragonne mentioned on Miss K's post, the shader/material effects often involve several layers put on top of each other in a funky math way to get that feeling of softness. Theres also other effects that are used as well. A "Bump map" masks where lighting shines to replicate the feeling of texture in the lighting, and a "Displacement map" makes it visually appear as though the bumps and cracks in a texture were actually modeled

shamelessly taken from Wikipedia:

this is how a bump map breaks up the lighting

and this is how a displacement map changes the shape of the base object

I dont actually know much about subsurface scattering when it comes to coding shaders, but you can see the effect of it in real life pretty easily!

cursed au canceled i want to refresh my memory on shaders and talk about it more now