#eyelashes on male characters>>>>>>>>>>>> DO I NEED TO SAY MORE | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

paperstorm · 6 months ago

Text

I have decided with my bestie to watch all the Disney movies in chronological order and what better pairing than to subject tumblr to my thoughts about them. Obviously we aren't gonna watch every single movie that Disney owns so we'll be somewhat subjective on what counts as an official animated feature film. We will definitely skip a lot of the direct-to-video sequels.

Bambi (1942)

Pros:

Beautiful animation. I know I keep saying that but it keeps getting better. The woodland creatures are so lovely, Disney always does animals very well. It’s the eyes and the movement and the gentle lines. Also the backdrops of the forest all look like impressionist paintings.

Thumper the rabbit is a rude sassy bitch I love him.

The orchestral score is used so much to tell the story in this one, it rarely stops for the whole movie. It’s very effective and I sort of wish movies would still do this.

I do love a story where the main thesis is “humans suck so much”!

Cons:

(not really a con but I’m finding it interesting how simple the plots have been in these early movies. Very little actually happens. It seems like the animation itself was still so novel and awesome that there didn’t need to be much to the story, I’m curious to see when that starts to change!)

Having a sweet lil baby deer’s mother be shot by a hunter is UNNECESSARY, WALT. YOU BITCH. I do not CARE if it’s realistic to the life of a deer you did not need to do this.

I did not remember that all the sweet baby animals become adults toward the end of the movie and all have these deep voices with Brooklyn accents it’s highly jarring. Also an owl explains what being horny is to them and a good 12 minutes of the movie are about forest sex basically. Each of the male characters gets ensorcelled by lady animals with blush and long eyelashes and it’s all deeply uncomfortable.

I also did not remember that there is a super awful and violent sequence toward the end involving hunting dogs and a forest fire. What is with these movies being so traumatic no wonder baby boomers are so damaged.

(also not really a con but there are two Disney movies that were forbidden in my house as a child because my sensitive heart couldn’t take them and I would cry so much that my parents were like no never again, but interestingly Bambi is not one of them. We will get there.)

Verdict: Another one that’s not terrible, but not great. Parts of it are iconic, specifically the animation and the first half where Bambi is young. The second half where he’s an adult is weird and uncomfortable

3.5/10

[older movie reviews under the cut]

Dumbo (1941)

Preface: movie number two with the “sorry for being racist” warning.

Pros:

I do genuinely miss when movies had credits before them. It feels so nostalgic but also respectful of all the people who worked on the movie and we’ve lost that in favor of only caring about the actors.

The scene at the beginning of all the baby animals being delivered by the storks is one of the more delightful things I have ever seen.

The animation is cute in a new way, I don’t know enough about art to put my finger on exactly what’s different but it’s got more of an adorable quality to it, and less of that 1930s creepy quality

A stork voiced by Sterling Holloway!! (beloved voice actor best known for Winnie the Pooh)

Cons

Like 90% of the characters in his movie are MEAN. The ringmaster is mean, the other elephants are mean, the circus attendees are mean, the crows are mean, the clowns are mean. My sensitive heart was not built to withstand a bunch of characters being mean to a crying baby elephant. Genuinely upsetting.

There is a drunken hallucination scene of dancing elephants that goes on for like 8 minutes and has nothing to do with anything.

The crows are as racist as I remembered and then some. The irony of writing a movie about how awful it is to be mean to someone because they’re different (Dumbo with his big ears) but then still having a super racist caricatures within that movie is Joanne Rowling levels of not understanding the point of your own story.

Verdict: Mostly just kind of boring. It’s not terrible but it’s not really good either.

2/10

Fantasia (1940)

Preface: This is the first of the handful of movies with the “sorry for being racist” content warning before it, however the version streaming on Disney+ has actually removed the offending scene (a truly horrendous depiction of a black centaur).

Pros:

I was not looking forward to this one. I remembered from childhood that it was very weird and boring. And here’s the thing, to a child it would probably still be weird and boring. But the purpose of this feature (which I had not remembered) was to be a giant love letter to MUSIC. It was a bold and creative idea to use animation, a still somewhat new art form, to visually display the way music makes you feel and to reimagine the stories being told in the pieces. And unlike child me, adult me has a degree in classical music and generally nerds out a whole lot over music so unexpectedly this movie was so right up my alley

Visually stunning. The thought of this being a showcase for what animation can do since it was still somewhat new in cinematography, is very cool.

The music is beautiful, and even without my education I think I would have recognized most of these pieces which gives it a familiar feel. The Nutcracker Suite is a personal favourite and it’s beautifully done by the Philadelphia Orchestra.

The animation really does match the music in a pretty magical way – during the dinosaur chapter where the music is 20th century modern (brash and bombastic) the animation is much harsher with dark colours and sharp edges, vs the animation in the segment about Greek myths set to Romantic era Beethoven, which is softer and pastel.

Cons:

It’s too long. Over 2 hours, which is very lengthy considering the concept. In parts my attention drifted. But there is an actual intermission with a title card for it and everything so you can break it up neatly into two, like we did.

The chapter depicting the evolution and then extinction of the dinosaurs is the least entertaining in my opinion and it drags on, despite Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring being a messy neoclassical masterpiece.

Obviously because of what it is, there isn’t a larger story, which makes it just sort of an odd venture.

DINOSAUR SLANDER. This con is mostly a joke but there is a part where the narrator goes on for like 7 minutes about how dumb dinosaurs were which just feels mean.

Verdict: Better than I remembered or expected! If you do not like classical music it might not be for you but your adult self might like this one more than your kid self did.

6.75/10

Pinocchio (1940)

Pros:

I love an aminated movies opening with a book, and someone telling us the story. Also loved that in the opening scene that shows Pinocchio in book form, books of Alice in Wonderland and Peter Pan are also in the shot, which Disney hadn’t yet made movies for

Patches on clothing are such an interesting staple of old cartoons, from a bygone era when people used to actually repair their clothes. I don’t know if that counts as a pro of this particular movie but it’s a thought I had

Figaro the cat is such a hater which is so perfectly on brand for cats

More impressive advances in animation – I don’t know how they made the Blue Fairy transparent but it’s very cool

Cons:

Despite the transparent Blue Fairy, in general the animation in this movie doesn’t have the same magic to it that some others do. It feels sort of cheap and uninspired, I can’t explain it but it’s missing something. Snow White was beautiful, the animation in this one is kind of bland

Pets are a thing that exist in this universe - Geppetto has a cat and a fish - but then there's randomly a fox and a cat (both the size of humans) walking around in clothing as if they are people when every other character is human

Stromboli is supposed to be Italian I think but his animation and character feels deeply racist in a way I can’t quite put my finger on. He is referred to at one point as the G slur so I’m not sure if maybe he’s meant to be Roma? He feels like a weird mix of anti-Jewish and anti-Arab stereotypes even though I don’t think he’s supposed to be either. It’s highly uncomfortable

I feel like we’ve all Mandela-effect-ed ourselves about Pinocchio and his growing nose. I remembered it being a big part of the plot but it’s literally one small scene about halfway through and then it never happens again

Pleasure Island is incredibly creepy and the scene where boys are turning into donkeys is super unsettling. Perhaps that should be a pro since it was probably supposed to be unsettling, but it’s a con for me because I did not enjoy it

How is Geppetto alive in inside a whale. I know it’s a cartoon and I know it’s based on an old story but STILL. Also Pinocchio is totally fine just like hanging out at the bottom of the ocean for like 25 minutes (because he’s made of wood and isn’t really alive yet), but then somehow at the end of the scene he drowns to death in a puddle? Make it make sense

The plot is … weird. It’s just weird. It feels like a combination of about 4 different stories – the creation of Pinocchio, falling in with Stromboli and the puppet show, going to Pleasure Island, and rescuing Geppetto from the whale all feel like separate stories that come one after another but don’t really relate to each other that much, and the tone of the movie also changes significantly with each one in a way that is not cohesive

At the end of the movie there’s still a whole island of enslaved, kidnapped donkey children that are just never mentioned again so … dunno what to do with that

Verdict: Weird. Very, very weird, and not in a good way. I did not remember from childhood how genuinely strange this story is.

1/10

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (1937)

Pros:

The animation is beautiful. I got weirdly emotional thinking about people in 1937 seeing this for the first time, how mind-blowing it must have been. I know almost nothing about animation but I was genuinely impressed with the techniques used for movement, considering how old this is and how new the medium was. Also the movement of people’s hands and faces is so similar to other cartoons of the same era (I’m thinking Betty Boop but also others) which was kind of cool to see

Weirdly nostalgic in a way I wasn’t expecting, there are several songs I had in the back of my mind but had totally forgotten were from Snow White – Whistle While You Work and the song the Prince sings

The evil queen is so fucking cunty I was flabbergasted. I love her. More cunty Disney villains please (also, ICONIC scene where her cape flows as she runs down a spiral staircase. I was obsessed with that as a kid and the fluidity of the animation is incredible for the time)

I loved how melodic it all was, the sound of footsteps down the stairs or the dwarves falling down all to the beat of the musical score made the whole thing flow so nicely. I miss when movies did this

Cons:

Obligatory note that you shouldn’t kiss strangers in comas

The ending is kind of a bummer, I forgot she leaves the dwarves who love her for some guy she met 10 minutes ago. But alas, I guess that’s how the fairy tale went

Adriana Caselotti’s squeaky operatic soprano is iconic, but not particularly pleasant to listen to

Verdict: Delightful. Truly delightful. Obviously not a new or innovative story but it was very nostalgic and I enjoyed it much more than I was expecting.

8/10

#disney #andie's disney review that nobody asked for #this is gonne get so long if we actually do all of them lmao rip #we'll see how long I actually last

46 notes · View notes

winchesterwild78 · 7 months ago

Text

Twinkle Lights

Master List

Characters: Reader x Male companion

Warnings: Cheating, (I don’t condone it, but let’s be honest it does happen), forbidden love, angst, language, masturbation, light smut.

A/N: Just a quick story that came to me. Honestly the male companion could be anyone. When I wrote it I thought about Jensen, and some of his characters he plays. I didn’t want to name the male, I wanted you, the reader, to decide who he was. Happy reading.

*This one got a little long…sorry not sorry.*

Word Count: 5890

All work is my own, don’t take it or copy it. Reblogs, likes, and feedback are always welcomed.

Minors DNI 18+

Reader’s POV:

It was a chilly December morning, so the warm liquid of the latte I drank warmed me up. I sat at the small table in the back of the coffee shop waiting for the man who answered my ad. I had recently gotten engaged and I wanted to reach out to my father to let him know. The only problem was, I didn’t know who he was, well not really.

My mother and him weren’t married when she got pregnant with me. I had pictures and some things to go on, but not much. My sister encouraged me to put out an ad to see if anyone could help me locate him. My fiance, Aaron, was less than thrilled.

“I don’t understand why this is so important to you that you have to put the wedding on hold to find a man who abandoned you before you were born.” I sighed, “He didn’t abandon me, mom and him broke up before she knew she was pregnant. He was gone by the time she found out and she couldn’t find him. I need him to know I exist. I have to know if he wants to be in my life. Before we move on to our next chapter I have to complete that one.” Aaron sighed, “Well you know how I feel about this.” I sat in stunned silence, “I know, but this is something I have to do.”

I received an email reply to my ad a few days ago. The man said he had information that might help locate my father. So we agreed to meet at this coffee shop.

I sat drinking my latte as my mind raced with thoughts and nerves. The sound of the bell above the door pulled me from my thoughts. In walked a tall, incredibly handsome man. His hair slightly longer, but perfectly styled, his beard trimmed and outlined his strong jawline. His eyes a beautiful shade of green and his eyelashes long and brushed against his cheeks when he blinked. His shoulders were broad which made his shirt stretch slightly across his chest, revealing a perfectly toned body. I bit my lip and my breath caught in my throat. This man was sex on two bowed legs.

I made eye contact with him and held my breath. Oh god, please don’t let this be who I’m meeting today.

He continued to walk over to me. “Y/N?” “Yes, hi. Thank you for meeting me today. Please have a seat.”

He sat across from me and we talked about what I knew about my dad. I showed him the pictures and he shared what he knew about him.

“So this is Michael Baker. He worked with my father for about 15 years. He was like an uncle to me. We’ve kept in touch over the years. His wife just recently passed away, he has two children, a boy, Jacob and a girl, Savannah. Well I guess three.” He nodded at me.

“Wow, so I have more siblings. Do you happen to know where he is now, or a phone number? I would love to reach out to him.”

“Yeah, I have his address and number.” He wrote the address down and his number.

I took the paper, shaking. How was I going to start this conversation? Would he want me, would he even talk to me?

That’s when I felt a hand on mine. I looked up into his green eyes, so full of compassion, “Want me to stay while you call him?” I bit my lip and nodded.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number. My breath caught in my throat. The ringing of the phone echoed in my ear. “Hello?” I heard a deep, male voice say.

I let out the breath I was holding, “Um, hi. My name is Y/N, you don’t know me, but I believe you knew my mother, Y/M/N.""Wow, yeah I knew her years ago. How is she?” “Oh um, she passed away. I’m sorry.” I felt a hand holding mine, a light squeeze encouraging me to continue.

“Oh darlin’ I’m sorry to hear that. Your mama was a very special woman.” “Thank you.” My heart was beating so loudly in my ears everything around me was muffled. I took a deep breath and said everything I needed to in one breath, before I lost my nerve. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I wanted to find you. You see, I’m your daughter. Mom was pregnant with me when the two of you split. She didn’t know she was pregnant until after, and she tried to find you, but couldn’t. I’m not expecting anything from you, but I just had to make sure you knew I existed before I got married and started that part of my life.” I finally took a breath.

The line was silent. I was terrified. “Mr. Baker? Are you still there?” “Yeah, I’m still here. Wow, so Y/M/N was pregnant. What’s your name again?”

My voice soft, “Y/N.” “That was her mother’s name. Very beautiful name.”

We continued talking and made a plan for me to drive to meet him. He couldn’t drive due to a leg injury, so I offered to drive to him.

When I hung up I looked at the man sitting across from me, “Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me.” We stood and he pulled me into a hug. His arms were strong, and held me tight. “Good luck, Y/N, and congratulations on your engagement. Please tell your father hello for me.” I nodded and he left.

I called Aaron and told him I found my father and was planning a trip out to meet him. “This is foolish. You’re wasting time and money on this. You talked to him, why can’t you get the closure you need over the phone?” My heart sank. Walking out of the coffee shop on the phone, the tears started to fall.

“Aaron, this is something I need to do. Please support me in this. I’ve always supported you.” “Do what you need to do, but remember our engagement party is next week. You need to be home for that.” I wiped the tears away, “I will.”

I climbed in my car and cried. I was torn between meeting my father and being here with my fiancé. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing the right thing.

Green Eyes POV:

I may have held onto her a little longer than I should. Seeing her so vulnerable but so brave did something to me. She was beautiful, and kind. Her eyes are the perfect shade of y/e/c. She’s engaged and I’m with someone, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how she bit her lip when she was nervous or how she fidgeted the whole time she was on the phone.

When we said our goodbyes I saw her exit the coffee shop on the phone. No doubt planning the trip with her fiancé. Then I noticed her in her car, crying.

Oh it broke my heart. I couldn’t help myself, but I walked to her car and lightly tapped on the window.

Turning around in surprise, she wiped her tears away. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked as she rolled down her window. “I will be. Thank you. Aaron isn’t happy with me going on the trip, so I have to decide to stay or go alone. I don’t know what to do. I want to meet my father, but Aaron thinks it’s a waste.”

I touched her arm, “Darlin’ if it’s something that will help bring you peace, then it’s not a waste of time. Why don’t I go with you? I know the area well, and I’d love to see Mike again.”

She looked stunned, “I can’t ask you to do that. Besides, your girlfriend wouldn’t like you traveling across the country with some random woman.” “She’ll be fine, besides she’s on a girls trip. So, what do you say? We can split everything, gas, food, hotel.”

“Okay, let’s do it. Here’s my address. Be there in about an hour and I’ll be ready.”

I nodded and took her address. My fingers lightly brushed her hand and I shivered.

Reader’s POV:

An hour later I was sitting with my bags packed and reeling from the last argument I had with Aaron. He was pissed that I agreed to travel with a stranger. I told him it was safer to travel with him than alone. Before Aaron left he said he hoped my father was worth the arguing he and I were doing, and the strain it was causing in our relationship. I scoffed, “it’s only causing strain because you’re letting it. He’s my father for fucks sake. You have no idea what it feels like to not know where you came from. Now that I have an opportunity to find out, I’m going to take it. You, as my fiancé, should be supportive.” He turned on his heels and stormed out.

I sat waiting and then I heard the rumble of the car. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous car I’d ever seen. She was sleek, black and from the looks of her, well taken care of.

I walked to the driveway as he exited the car. “She’s beautiful.” I said as I stepped closer with my bags. “Thank you, she’s my pride and joy, my Baby.” He said as he took my bags.

I smiled and nodded. Climbing in the front seat I ran my fingers over the beautiful black leather seats. She was breathtaking. When he climbed in the driver’s seat he saw me and smiled. “Are you ready?” I nodded and he backed out of the driveway.

The total drive was going to take a little over ten hours. Since it was December, we had to be careful of the cold temperatures, and potential ice and snow on the roads.

We passed the time talking, listening to music, and taking in the sights. He was so easy to talk to, and his laugh was amazing, especially when he’d tilt his head back and it came from his belly.

I wouldn’t admit it, but being with him was easy, and in another life I could see myself with him.

Green Eyes POV:

I could tell when I picked her up she had a lot on her mind. She looked like she had been crying again. No doubt another argument with her fiance. Then she saw my Baby. The way her eyes lit up, the way her fingers danced over the leather, had my mind racing. Once we were on the road we talked, she loves the same music I do, and her smile could light up the darkest night. She was stunning.

I wouldn’t admit it, but being with her was easy, and in another life I could see myself with her.

As the hours ticked by I was getting tired, and I could tell he was too. I lightly touched his arm, “You know we should probably stop for the night, grab a bite to eat and sleep.” He nodded and found a nice hotel to stop at for the night.

He came back to the car with a key, “They had one room available, but it has two beds. I hope this is okay. If not, I can sleep out here. It’s no problem.”

I touched his arm, “No, it’s perfect. I’m not going to let you sleep out here. Let’s get settled and grab something to eat.”

I took the room key and he grabbed the bags. Walking into the room, it was nice and clean. There were two queen beds, a small television and a small table to the side. He placed my bag on the bed furthest from the door. I smiled slightly when I saw it.

I sent Aaron a text to let him know we stopped for the night.

Me: Hey, just wanted to let you know we are halfway through the trip. We stopped for the night to eat and sleep. Back on the road tomorrow. I love you.

Aaron: Are you sharing a room?

I scoffed, really. This was the only thing he said?

Me: Yes, it was the only room available, but there are two beds and I’m sleeping alone. For your information he offered to sleep in his car so I/you weren’t uncomfortable.

Aaron: So why isn’t he?

Me: Because I was not going to let him sleep in a fucking car, Aaron! Jesus, we are sleeping in separate beds. Don’t you trust me?

Aaron: I don’t know what to think anymore.

Me: Wow, okay. We’ve been together for 4 years and I’ve never given you a reason to doubt my commitment. This is crazy. I’m going to eat, take a shower and go to bed. Good night, Aaron. I love you.

Aaron: Good night.

My heart sunk, I can’t believe he’d think I’d throw away what we have.

We went to a diner in town and ate dinner. I chuckled when he ordered two kinds of pie. “You gonna eat both of those?” I asked with a grin. He smirked, “Nope, we are”, and handed me a fork. After dinner and the pies we went back to the room.

“Hey, I’m gonna jump in the shower if you don’t mind.” I looked at him as I got my pajamas and clean panties out of my bag. “No, darlin’, it’s all yours.”

I nodded and walked in the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

The hot water cascading around me was a welcomed feeling. It was chilly outside and I needed to just release the stress of the day. I washed my hair and body. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel, dried off my body and pulled on my clothes. Looking in the mirror I realized the pajamas I brought weren’t ones I typically wear around mixed company. The shorts were short, and the top was thin, leaving not much to the imagination. I took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. I hope I didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Walking into the room, the steam from the bathroom followed me out. His eyes flicked up and I saw him look over my body then quickly looked away.

“Shower’s all yours if you want. The water pressure was amazing.” I said as I took my hair out of the towel. I stood with my back to him, brushing my hair.

As he walked past me to go into the bathroom I noticed his tense jaw. I was worried I made him uncomfortable, so I crawled into bed, pulling the blanket up and under my chin.

I heard the shower turn on, then the bathroom door opened. He walked out without a shirt on. “Forgot my clothes.” He turned and looked at me in the bed. He chuckled, “Cold?” I just nodded. My breath quickened as I took in his body.

My thighs clenched together. Ugh! I’m not going to survive this. I heard his belt hit the floor and I could only assume his pants too. I started to fantasize about the rest of his body. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s with someone and I’m engaged. Stop fantasizing about him. Then I heard a sound from the bathroom that confused and excited me.

Green Eyes POV:

God she’s beautiful, and those pajamas, fuck! Her perfect ass and perky nipples, just teasing me. The way she looked at me when I went back in the room. God I could take her right there. I felt myself getting aroused. My cock, straining against my pants. I needed a release. After removing my clothes, my hard cock sprang free and the pink head was covered in precum.

I climbed in the shower, flashes of her body, her lips, her perfect body in my head. I fantasized about being with her. I took my cock in my hand and the feeling pulled a moan from my lips. This was wrong, I shouldn’t be fantasizing about her, but fuck I couldn’t help it. I pumped my cock, slow at first, but as the images of her played in my head like a record my movements became faster, more urgent. I was panting and moaning her name. Biting my lip to try to contain the noise. I was chasing my release with images of her under me, on her knees and her lips kissing mine. When my release hit, it hit hard. I grunted and spilled my seed all over the tile wall.

I should feel ashamed, but something in me stirred. I didn’t feel ashamed, I felt unrepentant.

Reader’s POV:

As I laid in the bed, thighs still clenched together I heard noises from the bathroom. At first I wasn’t sure what it was. Then I realized he was masturbating. A blush formed over my cheeks. I tried not to listen to such an intimate moment, but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt the arousal start to pool in between my thighs. My panties soaked. My hand found its way to the hem of my shorts and panties. I slipped my hand in and gently started to touch myself. I was soaked, and my clit was throbbing with need. Every grunt and moan from him, pulled a moan from me. I thought I heard him whisper my name, but the sound of my blood pumping in my ears was starting to drown him out. I continued rubbing my clit, and sliding my fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I was close to my release.

I started rubbing faster, moving my hips in rhythm with my fingers. My pointer and middle finger on either side of my clit, rubbing it, faster and faster. My other hand found my hardened nipples. I pinched and pulled as I got closer and closer. I heard his grunts come faster, so I knew he was close. “Oh fuck, yes!” I whispered as my release hit. My body shaking and my walls clenching around nothing as my release flowed through my body. As I slid my hand out I heard the water turn off.

He came out of the bathroom, hair wet, no shirt and gray sweatpants on. His cheeks slightly flushed, and I know he noticed mine were too. I wasn’t sure if he heard me, but if he did he didn’t mention it.

He climbed in his bed, leaned over to face me and to turn off his lamp, “Good night, sweetheart.” My heart fluttered, “Good night.”

I laid back staring at the ceiling. My mind raced with thoughts of what I had just done. Guilt creeped in, but I quickly pushed it away. It’s not like I slept with him. It was just a fantasy. I had no idea he was facing the same turmoil I was.

The next morning the sun peeked through the crack in the curtains and left a ray of light across his face. I noticed freckles peppering his face and flecks of gray in his beard. He was gorgeous, even asleep.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to change. After taking off my pajamas I realized I left my shirt on the bed. I put on my pants, and bra and slipped out of the bathroom. I glanced at his bed, his eyes shut. I walked to the foot of my bed and grabbed my shirt, darting into the bathroom to finish getting dressed. I let out the breath I was holding. I don’t know what I would have done if he woke up.

Green Eyes POV:

I woke up early, seeing her still asleep. Her blanket had slipped off, exposing her legs and curvy body. My mind flashed back to last night and a little guilt seeped in my heart. I cared about my girlfriend, but damn was she something else. I noticed she started to wake up so I pretended to be asleep.

She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the door open and saw her look out. I closed my eyes enough to make it look like I was asleep. Then she came out of the bathroom in her bra and pants. God she was sexy. Her curves and body filling out her bra and jeans. I saw her grab her shirt and hurry back in the bathroom. I bit my lip.

I waited a few minutes to “wake up” once she got back in the room.

Coming back into the room I noticed he was still asleep. He stirred a few minutes later and stretched. I tried to look away when I noticed his morning situation, but my god was he, gifted.

“Good morning, Y/N.” His sleepy, gruff voice broke the silence. I swallowed, “Good morning to you.” I smiled. As I turned away, he adjusted himself. “I’m gonna get dressed, we can grab breakfast and hit the road if you’d like.”

I was putting on my sock and shoes, “Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” He grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom. When he came out he was dressed, except for his shirt.

Fuck! This man is going to be the death of me. I felt my cheeks flush red with heat. I turned away and started to pack, hoping he didn’t see me. Once packed I grabbed my bag and was starting to carry it out of the room. He stopped me, “No, darlin’, let me carry that.” He took it in his hand and slung it over his shoulder, then he grabbed his. Walking out to the car, he dropped them in the trunk.

We double checked we had everything and turned in the key. “Ready?” He asked. I nodded, “Yes, I’m ready.”

Grabbing a quick breakfast we were on the road within an hour. There was about 5 hours left. I checked the weather and saw snow was coming this evening where my father lived. “Hey, it looks like around my dad’s there is snow coming in tonight. I hope it’s not too much. I don’t want you to get stuck up there with me.”

He turned his head quickly. Almost like he was offended. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, and if we get snowed in then so be it.”

My heart raced, my eyes met his, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just didn’t want to cause you issues with your girl.” He just nodded and kept his eyes on the road.

A silence filled the car. I didn’t know what to say, so I pulled out my book and started to read. He turned on the radio, softly, and I read. About 3 hours later he pulled into a gas station. “I need to stretch and fill her up. Need anything?” I closed my book, “I’ll get out and stretch too, I’ll grab drinks and snacks.” He nodded and I grabbed my purse, walking into the gas station.

I went to the restroom and grabbed some snacks and a few things to drink. As I approached the cash register I looked to the right and saw some mini pies. I smiled and grabbed a few. I paid for my purchases and went to the car.

He came back a few minutes later and slid in the driver’s seat. “I got drinks and snacks. I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I took a chance and got some things I like. Oh and I got you some mini pies.”

His head turned and he looked at me with a smirk, “You got me pie?” I nodded and smiled. He grabbed the bag and started digging through it. I giggled as he pulled out the pies. “Wow, sweetheart, thank you.”

The next thing I knew he pulled me to him and kissed me. He pulled back quickly, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Shit! I’m so sorry.” I placed my hand on his chest, “Hey, it’s okay. I promise.”

He nodded, turned his body and started the car. I noticed his jaw was tight and his frame rigid. My heart ached.

His lips were so soft against mine and that kiss sent electricity straight through me. Aaron had never kissed me like that, and I’d never felt that when he kissed me.

The rest of the drive to my father’s house was pretty quiet. I was thankful it was only a few hours. The tension in the car was building.

Pulling into my father’s driveway I anxiety started to build. My hands trembled, and I fidgeted. I felt his hand on mine. I looked over at him and he smiled softly, “He’s going to love you so much, sweetheart. Just be yourself.”

I nodded and opened my door. He stayed in the car as I approached the front porch. I took a deep breath, knocked softly and the door opened. Standing before me was my father. I knew right away I had his eyes and nose.

“Y/N?” I nodded. He threw his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I let out the breath I was holding. When he let me go, he looked at me, “You look just like your mother. So beautiful.” “Thank you.”

“Would you like to come in? What about your friend in the car?” I nodded, turned and motioned for him to come in. As he approached, my father instantly recognized him. He pulled him into a hug. “Man, look at you. All grown up. You look so much like your father. It’s great to see you.”

We all walked in and I noticed the pictures around the house. I could only assume the pictures were of his children and his late wife. Then my father spoke, “Wait, Y/N, you said you were engaged. Are you two engaged?” In unison we both said no.

My father looked bewildered. I explained everything to him. “Well, I sure am glad you reached out. If I had known about you I would have been in your life. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s okay. I know mom wanted to tell you. She said she reached out to your sister, but she told her she didn’t know where you were.” My father shook his head, “She never did like our relationship. My sister was always trying to hook me up with her best friend. When your mother and I split I went back home. She knew where I was.” He hung his head, “Damn, all this time I could have known you, maybe been married to your mom.”

“Did you love her?” I asked him. His face tight, “More than anything. She was the love of my life.”

The next few days I spent with my father and met my brother and sister. It was an amazing time, except for the tension between myself and my companion.

I couldn’t figure out what I did, or what happened. The next morning, the day before we were supposed to leave, I sat on my dad’s porch sipping a coffee, thinking. I didn’t hear the door open. My dad stepped out, “Hey kiddo, everything okay?”

I looked up, “Yeah, well I’m not sure. My fiance, Aaron and I have barely spoken since our last fight, and to be honest I’m confused.” My father gently touched my shoulder, “Confused about your fiance, or perhaps another man?” He motioned his head towards the house.

I took a deep breath, “I just met him, he’s got a girlfriend and I’m engaged, but…” “But you can’t stop thinking about the possibilities?” I nodded. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but some fatherly advice, follow your heart. If something feels right, you’ll know, and if something feels off, you’ll know it.”

I stood up and hugged him, “Thanks, dad.” He smiled and pulled me tight, “You’re welcome baby girl.”

Later that night we all decided to go to the Christmas light festival in town. Walking beside him, I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and when the wind blew just right I could smell his cologne. I inhaled deeply, taking it in. My dad, sister, brother and their families walked ahead of us.

The laughter of other people surrounding us. I finally got the courage to talk to him. “Hey, is everything okay? Things just seem off.” “Yeah, everything is okay. I just feel bad for kissing you. I know you’re engaged.”

I gently touched his arm, “Hey, it’s okay. That kiss was..” I stopped myself and looked in his eyes. He stepped closer. Our bodies close, his fingers lightly brushing against mine. “That kiss was what?” He asked, eyes locked on mine.

I bit my lip, “That kiss was perfect.” I whispered. He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting mine, “Tell me to stop.” I stood there, “No.” His lips landed on mine. The kiss was soft at first, then his hands went into my hair and he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth.

The kiss was absolutely magical and full of so much passion and need. As we pulled back from each other, I saw his eyes full of so much love. The twinkle lights above us casting a halo of color around him. I knew I wanted him, I knew this was who I was meant to be with.

We made it back to our room, clothes were shed and he began kissing down my body. Taking my nipples in his mouth as his fingers played my body like a grand piano. His body hovering over mine, “Tell me to stop.” He whispered. “Don’t”

That was all the permission he needed. He pushed inside me, and the days of want and tension just melted away. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss brought us closer together. Our bodies tangled together for hours, whispers and promises made in the middle of the passion. Both of us forgetting the commitment we made to another person. At that moment it was just us.

We both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Around 3am his phone went off, and I glanced at it, seeing his girlfriend’s name and a message that read: “Hey baby. I got home early. I hope your trip is going well. I can’t wait for you to get home. I love you.”

My heart sank. He’s not mine and I’m not his. We can’t be together. We’ve both betrayed the other people in our lives. I looked over at him. His eyes closed, for the first time since that first night, his jaw relaxed, and he had a slight smile on his face.

My heart sank. I knew what I had to do. I cried the whole time.

Green Eyes POV:

The light of the sun peeked through the slightly opened curtain. I stretched and reached for her. Last night was perfect, she was perfect. When I reached for her, the bed was empty, cold. On her pillow a note. My heart sank.

By the time you read this I’ll be gone. These past few days with you have been amazing. Last night felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. You and I both are committed to other people, and I can’t come into your life and ruin that. I’m supposed to be getting married, and now I’m just confused. I know if I stay the feelings I’m feeling won’t let me walk away from you. I can’t, no I won’t make you decide between me or her. You’re an incredible man and I honestly wish things were different. I’m sorry. I’m so incredibly sorry. You deserve so much more than a letter. I just wish I could give it to you, but I can’t. Please take care of yourself, and I’ll always be grateful for you and the time we’ve spent together.

Forever,

Y/N

I took a deep breath. She was gone. I packed my stuff up and headed back home. The drive home was quiet, but oh so loud. Thoughts of us, of last night, of the first night, the whole trip played in my head.

Reader’s POV:

I hated leaving him. I just knew if I stayed I’d never leave him. Stepping out of the airport back home I felt the cold air cut right through me. I walked back into my house and dropped my bags. I sat on the couch and cried. Letting all the emotions I’d been holding in, out.

A few days later I was standing in the middle of a restaurant, surrounded by most of Aaron’s friends and some of mine for our engagement party. My sister was here and she pulled me to the side. “Sweetie, are you okay? You’re here, but you’re not.” I just looked at her and broke down.

She pulled me into the bathroom and I told her everything. She held me tight, “Oh sweetie, it sounds like you fell in love with him. Why are you going through with this engagement? I can see you’re not happy.”

My phone kept ringing. I looked at the caller ID, it was him. I silenced it. It rang again, and again I declined the call. He kept calling. My sister looked at me, “Honey, answer it. Hear him out. If he wanted to just walk away he wouldn’t be calling you.”

When the phone rang again I answered it. “You have to stop calling me. I’m at my engagement party.” “Sweetheart, please.” “I can’t. Aaron didn’t do anything wrong, your girlfriend didn’t do anything wrong. We did. I did.”

“I’ll walk away from you darlin’ if you can tell me you don’t love me.” My breath hitched. The tears started to fall. My sister put her hand on my shoulder. “I uh..”

“Sweetheart, don’t cry, please. Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll walk away.” I looked at my sister, “I need some air.” She helped me out the backdoor of the restaurant. My hands were shaking as I held the phone.

“I want you to know I don’t regret what we did, baby. I’ve never felt what I felt with you. I broke up with my girlfriend too. Not because of us, well not completely because of us. We had been drifting apart, it was mutual. I just thought you should know that.” I sobbed harder. “Please stop. I can’t do this. I’m supposed to be getting married.”

He sighed, “I understand, I’m sorry darlin’. I hope you have an amazing life full of the love you deserve. I’ll let you go.” My heart broke. “No, wait, please.” A silence filled the air. “By the way, you look beautiful tonight. That dress fits you perfectly.” My breath hitched. I looked up and saw him standing near the corner of the building.

I ran to him, threw my arms around him and held him. “Tell me you don’t love me, Y/N.” “I can’t, because I do.” He lifted my chin and kissed my lips, deepening the kiss. “Good, because I love you too.”

Tags are open, if you want to be added or removed, let me know.

Tags:

@nescaveckwriter @kr804573

@k-slla @jackles010378

@jawritter @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

@roseblue373 @cheynovak

@jassackles @chriszgirl92

@suckitands33 @arcannaa

@n-o-p-e-never @ladysparkles78

@smoothdogsgirl @hobby27

@manicjk @stoneyggirl2

@deans-spinster-witch @snowayumi

@shadowqueen1318 @shanimallina87

@muhahaha303 @fitxgrld

@nancymcl @baby19sthings

@cheekygirl2309 @oceean

@kindollss @foxyjwls007

@lmg14 @cevansbaby-dove

@spxideyver @reignsboy19

@deans-baby-momma @deansimpalababy

@ladykitana90 @quietgirll75

@superrey @kamisobsessed

@obliviousap @ninii-winchester

@mischiefnevermanaged89-blog @whimsyfinny

@bobbdylan @star-yawnznn

@reignsboy19 @monkey-d-hoshizora98

@depressionbarbie2023 @livingdeadblondequeen

@mandee7 @barnes70stark

#hes gorgeous #so damn sexy #jensen ackles #jackles #jensen ackles x plus size reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles smut #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x plus size!reader #soldier boy x plus size reader #soldier boy x reader #russell shaw #russell shaw x reader

49 notes · View notes

moth-tea-merchant · 10 months ago

Text

Me, rambling about Peitha? It's more likely then you thing!

[ft. a talk about the way tumblr treats female characters]

kinda outta nowhere post, tho this came back to my mind bcs of the small conversation around the way female characters are treated and viewed on gw2 Tumblr. Fair warning I am not planing to try and surge coat my words here, apologies if I will be coming off as harsh, blunt or accusatory but I wish to make my opinions and my experience clear.

While this no longer affects my mood and enjoyment as much as it did when the "conversation" was fresh. I am still very disappointed in the fandom/community for jumping onto take/narrative that Peitha is and was just "generic sexy demon woman and just fan service" listen, I have 0 issues with the sentiment and opinions of wishing she had looked more like her brothers. That isn't an unreasonable want to have had. However [while I wont be naming names bcs it wasn't ever one person] it seems many people took that as an opportunity and excuse to tare down and insult any of her feminine appearance.

"she has lip enhancements" "She has curves" "They gave her eyelashes even tho she has no hair" "they textured her ass that way for the men"

All of these are things I've seen said. And I simply want to ask, why are these bad things? Why is the fact Peitha has the illusion of curves, a more full upper lip, modeled yet subtle lashes, and a juicy ass covered by a flesh skirt bad things or inherently sexual? Why do they deem her design fan service/generic sexy demon woman?

Why is it that having physically feminine traits deems a female character inherently sexual and negative?

The one thing you can point to with her and deem making her character come off sexual/sensual is the way she talks and some of her comments that can come off as flirting. And if that's something that bothers you then that's okay, that's a valid feeling. You don't have to like Peitha, or love her design, but you also don't need to try justifying it by writing off her design as "just fan service, male gaze, generic sexy demon woman"

I think one of the greater underlying issues that these takes came from is the way some people seem to think that when they voice their want for more masculine or monsters looking female characters, they must also in the same breath condemn the female characters that don't fit that want. Maybe its bcs I'm a dyke and in the lesbian community, but we can bring up and apprentice the validity of masc presenting women without taring down femme presenting woman. The whole point is that both are equal in the way of being a woman one is not inherently superior to the other.

With that said I want it to be clear I hold no resentment or grudges against the people who participated those conversations. Neither do I look down on them. I simply wish for people to really think on:

Why they see Peitha's feminine features as inherently sexual and negative.

That is all, back to your regularly scheduled bull shittery ✌️👋

Edit: I wanna just say that the point of this post was/is not to condemn ppl making redesigns of Peitha. It was/is about the attitude and commentary that was going around at the time.

Also THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT ANY ONE PERSON PLS DON'T GO TRYING TO FIND OUT 'THE TEA' BCS THERE IS NONE.

#guildwars2 #gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 peitha #peitha #last time i made a post like this it wasnt well recived #but hopefuly the fires of this topic has died down enough for ppl to not be too reactonary

58 notes · View notes

that-stanford-girlie · 2 months ago

Text

𝐼 𝒲𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒰𝓅 𝒪𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒴𝑒𝓉

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇

pairing: dean winchester x ashley singer

pov: first person, dean winchester

authors notes: this story is not proofread. this is also based on my headcanons and my oc is a character. do not bash me if my headcanons don’t align with yours, or if you don’t like my oc. i joined this writing challenge for me, and for my enjoyment. if you don’t like it, don’t say anything and keep scrolling. thank you @impala-dreamer for putting this on! i was very excited to join this challenge once again and use the prompt “first kisses” this is part of her “through his eyes” dean winchester writing challenge!!! ashley singer is my supernatural oc, so i felt like incorporating her into this story and using her again!!!

learn about ashley here.

genre: longing with fluff. a hint of angst too.

words: 1218

I’ve loved Essie since she was 25. That I’ll admit. But fuck, am I terrified to tell her that. She was my best friend growing up. Maybe she’s ten years younger than me. Maybe she and I graduated a decade apart. Maybe she was like a little sister to me our whole lives.

But now? Now, she’s 32. I’m 42. We’ve hunted together for a little under a decade. And I need to have Sam in the room between us so I don’t do anything stupid.

And as much as I hate it, I flirt with random bartenders and and waitresses so I don’t ruin what she and I have.

Like I am right now.

Blonde, young girl. She’s pretty, but she’s not Ashley Willow Singer. No, the girl by that name is going over notes with Sam.

The perky waitress says something with a laugh and her hand placed on my bicep. I laugh as well despite not knowing what she said. I listen to her talk, and I flirt, but I couldn’t care less what she’s saying.

I glance over at Essie and Sam. He glances at me, but her eyes stay on the notes. I act like I don’t notice her angry mannerisms.

It’s easier to have her mad at me than to commit to something neither of us can keep.

“So what do you do for a living?” the blonde asks. My gaze snaps to hers.

“Nothin’ too worth a second glance,” I smile back. “I hunt around the states.”

It’s not technically a lie. But she’ll just think it’s deer, birds, that kind of thing.

“Ooh, so you use a gun!” she laughs. “I’ve always liked big, strong men who know how to use guns…” Her hand trails down my arm.

And Ashley rushes towards the bathroom. And I feel bad, but I keep flirting with the waitress, because what else am I to do? I can’t do anything else.

I can’t show feeling. Otherwise she’d get attacked. More than a Hunter does, at least.

Sam shoots me a glare, and I shrug. I turn back to the girl, groaning internally.

I talk to her for a solid twenty more minutes, Ashley coming back about five minutes into those twenty.

But then she goes to the attractive male barista and orders a milkshake.

And she flirts with him.

I watch her for a couple minutes, anger bubbling in my chest. I watch the way her slender fingers brush up and down his arm. The way she bats those beautiful long eyelashes. Her sweet laugh rings through the loud diner.

And I can’t take it.

I stand up and shove the waitress away, mumbling a “sorry” as I storm over to Ashley. I grab her hand and put myself between her and the barista. “Hey, man. She’s not up for grabs,” I snap, seeing red.

The guy looks a little scared. Good. He should be.

Ashley tries to pull her wrist out of my grip, but I only tighten my hold.

“She’s not up for grabs,” I repeat. I grab her milkshake and drag her back to the table. Instead, she just storms out.

“Really, man?!” Sam asks.

“That’s my girl right there. Not his,” I growl back.

“You’re not dating her! You were flirting with a waitress!” he snaps. And he’s right. I’m a goddamn hypocrite.

So I storm out of the diner and catch up to Ashley.

“Essie-” I start. She spins around, pure hatred and anger in her gaze.

“What the hell?! What did you think you were doing?!” she asks.

“What were you doing?!” I counter.

“I was tryna get myself a date,” she scowls, her Southern accent thick and sexy as all hell.

“Not on my watch,” I grumble.

“Why?! You were feelin’ up that waitress. I’m allowed to talk to a damn guy.”

“Not. On. My. Watch,” I repeat.

Ashley rolls her eyes and rips her wrist out of my grip. She storms off to her pickup, and before I know it, she’s gone. I let out a frustrated groan and slide into Baby, following Essie. I text Sam and let him know where I’m going, not bothering to answer when he texts back.

—

She pulls into a motel and I park a mile or so out. I walk out and ask which room she’s in, saying she’s my girlfriend so I don’t get the cops called on me.

I head up to room 6 and knock on the door. She opens the door, and her smile drops.

“Get the hell out.”

“Ess, you need to listen to me-”

“No.”

I sigh. I hang my head. “Please, just let me explain-”

“No! God, I can’t believe I ever had a thing for you!”

I sigh once again and she shuts the door. I slump against the wall, and I sit out there for hours. I sleep out there.

And the whole time, I just feel awful.

Because I messed up.

She admitted she had a thing for me…

And I fucked up.

—

She opens the door in the morning, and I look up at her, my green gaze weary. Her gaze softens just a fraction as she looks down at me.

“What’re you doing?” she asks.

I stand up. “I just wanna talk. I was out of line, I was hypocritical… I know that. And I’m sorry. But Ess…”

She shakes her head. “You were out of line.”

“I know. And I know I can’t take that back. But I can make the future better.”

She leads me inside, forgetting whatever she was going to do. She sits on the bed and looks up at me. “I just… I don’t know.”

I sit next to her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. The nickname slips out involuntarily, but she doesn’t seem to care.

“Just… I dunno. I got so mad that you were flirting with the waitress that I wanted to get back at you… but why would you ever want me?” she mumbles.

“The hell do you mean?”

“I mean I’m broken, Dee. I’m broken, I’m scarred, I’m a mess… nobody would want that.”

That’s the final straw. I grab her chin and turn her face to mine. “You are not broken. You hear me? Just because you were in the trade how many years ago and now you’re here means you’re a survivor. You hear me, Ashley? You’re not broken. You’re a damn survivor.”

“But-” she starts, and I shake my head.

“No buts, princess. You’re not broken, okay?” I whisper. I stare into those beautiful blue eyes, and I glance down at her light pink, plush lips for a moment. Her breath hitches, and she shakes her head.

“…I am,” she whispers back.

I shake my head and press my lips to hers, just like I’d always wanted to. She’s caught by surprise, but immediately kisses back. It’s slow and sweet. Soft. And when we pull apart, she mirrors the smile on my lips before kissing me again.

And again.

I press little kisses all over her face, smiling at the sweet sound of her laugh.

“So you forgive me?” I mumble.

She nods. “I do.” Ashley presses her lips to mine once more.

I can’t remember the last time first kisses felt so sweet.

post-story author’s notes!: thank you for reading! it was fun to put everything through dean’s eyes, so thank you @impala-dreamer for hosting this writing challenge and letting me do it again!!! it was super fun to write this, and i enjoyed putting my oc into this.

once again, this was really fun to write and delve into dean’s thoughts.

it was super fun to write this! thank you beka, my love, for putting this on and letting me do one more!! i had so much fun :)

taglist

@impala-dreamer

@cevans-is-classic

@keircat7

@peoplewatching-notstalker

@yftmaifky123

@jeff-da-killer1995

#through his eyes writing challenge #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x ashley singer #ashley singer supernatural oc #ashley singer #ashley singer supernatural #supernatural #spn #supernatural fanfiction #my oc #my supernatural oc #supernatural oc

12 notes · View notes

thricewire · 3 months ago

Text

post about why i severely dislike kino's 2017 redesign...

[PLEASE do not take this as an indication that i think it is awful and immoral to be more interested in kino no tabi 2017. i do not.

i understand it is a closer adaptation of the light novels and may be more generally interesting for being more fast paced and providing more angles from which to view "the beautiful world".

i am also not very interested in it, so i fully recognize that i may be cherrypicking parts that reflect more badly on it than the actual material.]

to me,

the 2017 design direction for Kino just totally botches the shape language. it (maybe inadvertently?) implies that the only reason Kino seriously looks androgynous is because they're young.

Kino is a character whose masculine presentation is important not only for survival reasons, but because it is clearly what they wish for themself and part of living life consciously for them. i find this central to the narrative in any iteration, even ones such as the 2003 anime where they frequently go by he/she and more or less let other characters form their own perception.

in 2003, Kino wears TONS of layers in almost all of their appearances, generally only wearing dress shirts in private

i am enclosing Kino's 2003 past design as well [along with the progression into the present, to indicate loosely that this is the self they are comfortable as]

meanwhile here is the 2017 design?

i picked some instances that are closer to the 2003 depiction in manner of dress, since apparently they take off their trenchcoat outside a lot in 2017:

i think they made an appreciable effort to make kino's design stay androgynous, but the language of their face is very childishly feminine relative to 2003, which i believe really hurts the way it gets across. note very bold eyelashes, low contrast in the eyes that reduces the sense of focus from their gaze, and "gendered jaw angling", with rounder cheeks than the male characters (there are not many teenagers in Kino no Tabi, so i could not provide direct comparison).

i tried to extend a bit of leniency when i first saw the redesign, as Kino's haircut obviously does not suit the art and animation styles of the mid 2010s

but to me, something just feels very wrong to the core in the first place about Kino being in anything tight-fitting, so to see everything stick almost adhesively to their body line just feels off.....

it feels like the 2017 anime design also lacks a full understanding of the purpose of Kino's clothing and the way it hides their weapons, which absolutely SUCKS because it lowers the impact of the episode 2 sequence

the trenchcoat is for outdoors, they wear a baggy jacket indoors to cohere with the social situation (being a guest)!! it's really painful to see their clothing stick to their body line because not only is that just not how the clothing they wear works...

it feels like it hurts kino's presentation as a survivalist and as a marksman who generally conceals their weapons and does not often use them except in times of necessity!

like genuinely one of the reasons Episode 2 was so compelling in 2003 was because their slow disarming felt unnatural and reinforced the danger they were in and the need to act carefully!!! and a LARGE part of kino's character is others not catching on to how large a threat they are and how set they are on a particular outcome until the encounter has already just about ended!

i guess i would say the worst part is that it also doesn't feel like a REdesign to me. it looks visually indistinguishable from most young tomboyish girls from other anime in this period that are meant to be objectified, which to give 2017 Kino its dues i'm not sure was the intention but it is just a viscerally unpleasant language to borrow from imo

it doesn't feel like a distinct character, which is painful because kino is at the end of the day NOT some average action shounen protagonist...

side note WHAT IS THIS

this episode in the original was chosen to end the anime for how bittersweet it was, it was extremely painful to see something like this !!!! i admit i dont know what was in the light novel for this section but WHAT!!

i think its reasonable to say kino does not identify fully with masculinity, but i do not think something bordering on fanservice was particularly respectful to include visually, especially when the 2003 anime is filled with attempted enforcements of gender roles that come off as some of the most uncomfortable parts of the anime !! like im willing to say that it was nowhere near as bad as putting them in a dress but HOOH

and just in case i dont mean that aprons are gendered when worn by actual human people loool

but in terms of outfit design the intention of the visual language in this specific instance feels to me like it was to "cut" kino's masculine presentation at a time when they are feeling especially like they want to stay in a country that showed them what seemed at the time to be the purest kindness they had encountered & gave them room to breathe as themself. which feels like some ridiculous shit to bring into KNT to be fully honest. the chances are high im misinterpreting something so i will rewatch ep 10 2017

but just thinking this much about how gender is embodied and reproduced in animation styles [im often drawn to animation BECAUSE it decenters gender and makes characters that do not identify as but present as male "pass" more effectively, eg in Blue Eye Samurai] makes me somewhat miserable actually so that might have to be for another day

edit: the apron was a five second thing and seems to have been genuinely mainly for the purpose of not getting food on their clothing while grilling so i will give it a pass but i still do not enjoy that it looks akin to a maid dress in terms of frilling

#kino no tabi

14 notes · View notes

x-elyssa-x · 3 months ago

Note

I want to tell you a funny story that happened on my TikTok account. 😭 (I won’t tell the username of them for privacy reasons ofc.)

So I posted some art and then that random girl ranted how bad and wired my art is. Like i draw techos different than these triangles shaped fishes with no neck. 😂

So since I like to draw them with a hips a neck and chest she complained that these are not techno trolls. 😭

And then the best part was when she started to hate how i draw Trollex. Yes i make him very feminine little like angel dust from hh. Like bigger chest, hips, and the worst for her the eyelashes. 😭

And then i asked her why she just wouldn’t scroll if she don’t like my art style for technos and how i draw Trollex. And why she won’t let me eat my popcorn. (Yes i ate popcorn at this convention since i hade to wait for her since we live on different time zones and I’m eating popcorn rn too 😂)

And she answered me and said it was disrespectful to her partner and their kingdom.

I was like b***** wtf, i asked her what she meant by disrespectful. And she said for making him gay. 0-0 like why you mad that i hc trollex as gay, I have many friends who hc the same or think his straight or just something but for her he was straight and it’s okay i have friends who think his straight. And how I drew him or draw him in clothes, she didn’t like it. 😂

So and then I want to know what she ment by partner and their kingdom. If i thought a bit more then just the wall till wallpaper I should have guessed she is a self shiper. And that okay for me ig. I tried it once for like 2 seconds and i wanted to jump. It’s nothing for me i stay at just simping for him or with my oc’s that would be male 😂

So back to the point she said he was hers. And started to hate on my oc eclipse and some other things. I was asking her why it was her problem with the things i do and didn’t scroll. She didn’t respond. I deleted the post and deleted will reuplode the video and blocked her so she can’t comment anymore. Bc at first I founded it funny but when she again started to hate on eclipse and everything and i just got annoyed.

Still love how ppl think they own a character for self ship 😂

But my question would be what do you say to these ppl? What’s your opinion on these crazy people?

The story was pretty entertaining, not gonna lie xd

And what I'd say to these people? I'd ignore them. Delete the messages, eventually block them and just go on with my day. I am already stressing out enough with my life and work, I don't need other people to make me more miserable.

Besides, everyone knows Trollex is mine, haha xd /j

#ask #answer #trolls

7 notes · View notes

mistermistyyy · 11 months ago

Text

I wanted to really go over a certain element of my art, and that's how I handle eyelashes.

I find that a lot of times, you see eyelashes used the same way: girls get eyelashes, boys don't. Of course unless the boys have a scene where they start acting innocently, then they get eyelashes. It all is very binary. Like we need to have a flag to let you know "Hey, this is a woman". And I've never really cared for that. How come males don't get that same thing? Why do we need to have eyelashes be an explicitly feminine trait? Shoutout to SpongeBob for breaking gender norms btw

Anyway, point is, unless you have a disease or condition where you lose them, everybody has eyelashes. And I say lashes look awesome no matter the gender. Sooo I thought of a little something to do with my art. I've already got a way to convey a character's sex with how I draw the bodies, and their gender identity with various other traits, like the boys having thicker wrists and the girls having pointer fingers. So, I don't need eyelashes to be a feminine only thing. So, now they're a personality thing!

Compare three different characters and you can tell, they each have different looking eyelashes. And there are distinct patterns I follow with them too.

Thinner or longer can mean the character is gentler, more sensitive or quieter, while thicker and shorter often means they're tougher or more mean.

Meanwhile, a lack of eyelashes can also mean something. I included eyelashes since they're a natural thing everyone has, but a character who's unnatural can have that feeling heightened by having no eyelashes. A character like, say, an android or a ghost can benefit from not having this trait visible.

And in all I think the eyelashes do a lot to enforce a character's personality. I think my best example being Autoheart here.

First of all, he immediately sticks out since he has two rather than one like most characters, which works cuz he's the protag of his story. Multiple eyelashes can also help communicate a more innocent or immature character, often seen in children. His lashes are also curled up a bit which can communicate a focus on his appearance in his character, and their length also communicates that he's a bit gentler.

Similarly, we have my Tabaxi character, Gisaan

I'm sure you can tell he had a particular influence (cough cough Sanji) but he also, similarly sticks out HARD because of his long, curly, and pointy eyelashes, and how they match his eyebrows and whiskers. It's sort of his unique quirk, to have thin, sharp curls, and it looks distinctly like *his* thing when incorporated into his lashes.

In summary, I like seeing how you can characterize someone through simple little details like eyelashes, and I think leaving them only to being a sign saying "This is a girl" isn't fully using them the way you could be.

23 notes · View notes

littlemourningstarr · 9 months ago

Text

The Hold of the Divine

Gale never could quite escape the hold the divine seemed to have on his heart.

Kinktober 2024, Day 7: "Oral Fixation / Finger Sucking"

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Gale x Original Male Character

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Handjobs, oral fixation, finger sucking, praise kink, somehow this is actually soft, kinktober, kinktober 2024

Gale marveled at the sight Vette cut, straddling his lap in bed, utterly devoid of any clothing except the shirt he had stolen from Gale to sleep in- a lavender silky thing, completely undone and nearly falling off his shoulders. His hair was free, down in disarray, eyes heavy with sleep.

He had been asleep, when Gale had crawled into bed. The wizard hadn’t been shocked that he’d taken half of his pajamas- that was a nightly routine for them, now. And Gale was loath to even lie and say he disliked it- there was something about seeing Vette in what was his that made him feel primal, feral.

What he hadn’t expected was the sorcerer to be naked otherwise, underwear shed with the rest of his clothing. Gale had slipped into bed and curled an arm around him, only to feel the fire of his skin pressing directly to his groin- and then Vette stirring at being held, waking slowly.

How he had gotten here, propped back against the pillows with the beautiful thing in his lap, he couldn’t even be sure.

Gale was stroking one of Vette’s naked thighs, thumb rubbing along a patch of ruby scales. They felt like silk, beneath his fingertips. He couldn’t fathom how anyone had ever found them unattractive on the man- those alone were like jewels embedded into his skin. Add the golden lacing that would shine in the right light-

And frankly, Gale was sure he was a statue, carved to the likeness of some forgotten god. Seemed he couldn’t quite escape the hold the divine seemed to have on his heart.

Vette gave a pleased little hum, eyelids heavy, smiling slightly as Gale’s hand inched higher. One of his hands grasped at half the shirt, lifting a side up, so Gale could trace his fingers higher, along his inner thigh, just beneath his balls, teasing the crease of his ass, meeting leg.

Vette bit at his lip, worried it in a way Gale was oh so used to now. It was endearing. And when he did it within their bed?

Gods, Gale could lose his mind.

He didn’t move his hand higher, just ghosted along the supple flesh, watching for any hint of Vette going tense. As badly as he wanted this man beneath him, writhing in his sheets and dragging his nails down Gale’s back- or wrapping his legs around his waist, sobbing for release-

He would never go at a pace his partner didn’t want. He’d wait for an eternity, if he needed to. Hells, if Vette never wanted Gale to bed him in such a way, he never would, simple as that.

Yet Vette had most definitely been pushing his own limits, as of late. Guiding Gale to touch him in ways that might have once made the sorcerer uncomfortable. The level of trust made Gale’s chest ache.

He slid his hand back down, along his inner thigh, then up, skitting along his pelvis, toying with the straw blond hair at his groin for only a moment before moving towards his hip. Vette bucked his hips slightly, gave a sleepy little whine when Gale didn’t so much as graze his cock. The sorcerer had been half hard when he climbed into Gale’s lap, and gods his cock was-

Gale didn’t want to say cute, but he felt he almost had to. There was gold in his skin, even there- the shaft thicker than expected, and gods could he weep precum, as he was now.

Gale forced himself to rub little circles into Vette’s hip bone, offering a cheeky little smile. “Did you want something?”

Vette pouted- oh gods above and below, Gale felt his heart lurch into his throat over the little expression- his heavy lids opening more, blond eyelashes framing eyes, green like end of summer leaves. “You know I do,” he breathed.

Just as Gale knew he wanted to give his little sorcerer something.

“Tell me what you want.” He leaned forward, pressed a kiss to what would have been the hollow of Vette’s ribs, except the sorcerer had a shocking layer of muscle, beneath all that skin. When Vette didn’t speak, Gale moved his mouth higher, nosed his own shirt away from Vette’s nipple so he could close his mouth around it, suck gently. Vette sighed, squirmed a bit, bared his chest for Gale’s mouth, his eager tongue.

Gale closed his eyes for a moment, enjoyed the feeling of the rosy bud going hard under his tongue- and then he felt Vette’s fingers in his hair, twisting it around his fingers, scratching blunt nails deliciously against his scalp. Gale groaned, into his warm skin, then forced himself to lean back, let his tongue flick against Vette’s nipple one last time, before he looked up at him.

There was a growing flush, to his cheeks. Adorable. It made Gale want to pin him down and kiss every inch of this man.

“Words,” Gale reminded him, and Vette sighed, fidgeted for a moment. He had trouble asking for what he wanted- he had plenty of bravado when it came to Gale’s pleasure, but his own?

It seemed a muted desire, a thing to be forgotten. Gale wanted to change that.

“Stroke me?” he asked, so quiet it was almost lost in the room, as the gentle night seabreeze blew against the balcony doors. Gale hummed, stroked his thumb along Vette’s subtle hip.

“Like this?”

And oh, that pout was back. “You know not like that.” There was a bit of brattiness to his voice as he spoke, a fire that Gale wanted to burn himself on for all eternity.

“Do I?” Gale grinned, and Vette huffed a breath, tipping his head up so he stared at the dark ceiling.

“My cock,” he managed, after a deep breath. The words were still soft.

“I couldn’t hear you, darling.”

“Gods above Gale,” Vette glowered down at him, and the wizard had to laugh. He couldn’t resist pushing him a bit- just as he knew Vette lived to push his every button.

“Alright, alright.” He placed another kiss to his chest, his hand sliding from his hip, wrapping around Vette’s cock. It had swelled more while Gale had teased his nipple, and he was fully hard now, so firm in Gale’s hand. He stroked slowly, twisting his fist slightly around Vette’s cockhead, pleased with the breathy groan the half-drow gave him.

Gale reached up with his other hand, stroked along Vette’s jaw, dragged his thumb over his lips. The sorcerer opened his mouth, his tongue flicking against Gale’s thumb. Gale fought back a warm shiver- knowing all too well what that mouth could do. And how badly Vette always wanted to use it, on him.

Vette had at least been bold in admitting that Gale’s cock in his mouth was possibly his favorite thing- an admission that had, quite quickly, ended with the sorcerer under Gale’s desk in his study and Gale forgetting entirely what he had even been working on. And gods was he good with that pretty mouth, that nimble tongue-

Gale batted down the thoughts- another time. Right now he was too enthralled with Vette’s own pleasure to want to think about his own.

He paused to rub his thumb beneath Vette’s cockhead, along the bundle of nerves there that had the man quickly panting. As his lover tried to suck in a breath, Gale moved his fingers from his jaw, slid two past his kissable lips, and over his tongue.

Vette’s eyelids fluttered again, his lips sealing around them, sucking gently. Gale didn’t miss the way his cock pulsed, or the precum that was suddenly dripping down his hand.

“Good, good,” he whispered, moving back to stroking, slowly thrusting his fingers over Vette’s tongue. Vette reached up for his arm, held onto it, pushed Gale’s fingers further into his mouth, his tongue sliding between them. “Such a good little thing.”

Vette was panting through his nose now, unwilling to open his mouth, to risk losing Gale’s fingers. His eyes were shut, and gods below did he look immaculate.

“You’re almost there.” Gale couldn’t stop talking- which wasn’t a new problem, but when it came to his intimacy with Vette, he found he wanted to praise the man until he was flushed so red he could barely see the edges of his scales. He just reacted so honestly to praise. “You can let go, Vette. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

A whine, around his fingers, and then a tremble, through the sorcerer’s entire body. His orgasm was deep, Gale could tell by the way his back bowed slightly, how his cock gushed cum over his fingers, let it drip down his wrist, in more than one wave. Gods, had his little sorcerer been pent up, when he’d crawled into bed alone?

Gale would have to make sure that didn’t happen again.

“Good, good, good,” whispered, in such a hushed voice it was near inaudible. But he knew Vette heard him, the whimper that escaped around his still slowly thrusting fingers acknowledgement enough. When Gale moved to pull his fingers free, he dragged Vette’s lower lip down for a moment, before the half-drow’s eyes fluttered open.

His eyes still had this sleepy gloss to them, but he gave a satiated smile, his hands sliding off of Gale’s arm. “Can I suck on something more fun than your fingers?”

Gale meant to bite back the desperate sound bubbling in his throat, but it escaped anyway. Still- “You’re barely awake,” he teased. The orgasm and placated Vette more, left him seeming boneless, like he might melt directly into Gale’s lap at any moment. He gave another pout- and it almost broke Gale. Almost. “You need your sleep.”

“I can sleep after.”

Gale chuckled. “How about you wake me up in the morning with that?” Vette’s eyes flashed amusement.

“Really?” he asked, and Gale leaned back into the pillows a bit, unable to keep from just looking at him.

“Really. Consider this my permission.”

The smile Vette gave him had Gale so sure the sorcerer was going to hold him to that suggestion. And gods, he looked forward to it.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #eternally yours #vette #galemance #gale x tav #gale/tav #kinktober #kinktober 2024

12 notes · View notes

cosmic--dandelion · 2 years ago

Text

Sometimes, it's hard to appreciate Jotaro and Polnareff's friendship because a good percentage of the people who talk about it the most are so dismissive of Avdol and outright disdainful of Kakyoin.

Say what you want about Jotaro and Kakyoin not having much interaction, but Polnareff is clearly closer to Kakyoin and Avdol than he is to Jotaro, and it's honestly really weird to just write them out of his life like they don't matter.

Kakyoin is the reason Polnareff wasn't straight-up murdered by J. Geil and Hol Horse in the first few seconds of trying to avenge his sister. He was literally the only thing holding him together after he thought he got Avdol killed trying to save him. They spent the entire arc fighting side by side and watching each other's back during the most pivotal battle of Polnareff's life.

Polnareff and Kakyoin bicker all the time and get on each other's nerves, but Polnareff fucking loves that bitch. They made a secret handshake sometime off camera, which they whipped out about two seconds before drowning in a submarine to celebrate Polnareff making a joke about underwear (which only Kakyoin got). That's brotherhood goals right there.

Polnareff completely lost his shit and went into full panic mode after Kakyoin got blinded, carried him like a baby, and spent the whole N'Doul arc basically hugging him and keeping him safe. He hugged Kak so hard after he got out if the hospital that Kakyoin had to tell him to stop before he broke his ribs.

Seriously, look at him. Look at him grinning like an idiot in his sleep just because he's so happy Kakyoin isn't mad him for knocking him out during the Death 13 arc.

And do I need to even get into how gay Avdol and Polnareff are for each other. Polnareff canonical asked Avdol for a date.

Seriously. They are so fucking gay. If those two kissed on screen, I wouldn't bat an eyelash.

Polnareff and Jotaro are 100% friends, and they obviously care about each other. But Polnareff isn't automatically special and important than everyone else because he gets more screentime than the whole Stardust crew, including the main character. The entire part is about friendship and male bonding and dudes being bros. There's a reason why Jotaro looks like his soul is leaving his body when he's photographed standing next to his wife, but he kept a photo he took in Egypt of his first real friends on his desk for almost 25 years. There's a reason why the other crusaders are the last thing Polnareff thinks of when his body dies. They all love each other and have fun hanging out and doing dumb guy stuff together and would die for each other in a heartbeat.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #jean pierre polnareff #mohammed avdol #stardust crusaders #meta

93 notes · View notes

roseofcards90 · 5 months ago

Note

is it ok if i share my rgu thoughts here? :)

ep 4-5:

putting them together since it's essentially a two-parter. i clocked mickey as a girl at first bc of his voice and eyelashes so it surprised me that he was a boy?? either his voice hasn't deepened yet or he's transmasc- i'd like to think the latter because that would be awesome. those scenes with him and his twin sister's fallout over the piano, his simultaneous hesitance to fight for anthy's hand and determination to get back a lost childhood feeling makes his moral stance just slightly murky... i'm starting to think nobody in this show is a true Hero or Villain, they're complex and i really like that. the piano piece itself was beautifully composed too and they went to the impressive effort of having it recorded in different tones based on who was playing it.

the scene where namani tries to expose anthy as a weirdo and all of her little pranks turn out to be things anthy actually does had me laughing out loud. anthy needs some merriment in her life... can't get over her making a little flipbook animation of an elephant. love her.

ep 6:

hated this episode..... i have to remind myself even namani is morally complex but i audibly went "wtf" at some of the stuff that happens anyway. to be fair they try to soften the blow with the elementary-aged boy wanting to protect namani like a brother but it- it just doesn't read well. i'm willing to see how namani and touga's dynamic affects the plot cause it feels like they're trying to say something with it but i'm glad namani broke up with the kid. just no.

it really wasn't an emotionally investing watch to have utena and mickey in the bg as essentially viewer inserts for the episode. (they're still on good terms, which i'm a bit confused about but also understand? if that makes sense?) i did get several laughs from the bizarre inclusion of a boxing kangaroo, as well as doubting how said boxing kangaroo fits into the universe of rgu. we're in some british country not australia 😅

OMG YES OFC!!! I haven't watched the show in a bit so if I forgot some things or misremembered stuff, I apologize in advance 😭🙏

Ohhh interesting! :0 I actually haven't thought about that before with Miki! I think they chose that kind of voice to differentiate him from the other male characters, making him more soft in comparison. Miki, albeit more friendly compared to Touga and Saionji, still has some flaws in the way he views women (as shown with his relationship with his sister as well as the way he treats Anthy). He is the equivalent "nice guy" who at first glance, seems like he has people's best interests in mind, but is quickly shown to also be selfish in his own right. He wants to go back to that lost childhood he had, but at the expense of Anthy's own personhood as he projects his sister onto her. And yeah you're right! There isn't really a "hero" or "villain" in this show (well, for the majority of the cast you could say). Everyone is complex in the way they are all oppressed under the academy's system, and everyone participates in upholding that system in some way.

OMG YEAH THAT SCENE IS SO ICONIC KDFJNDFKJ I love it because it actually gives us an insight as to how Anthy views Nanami. Their relationship and the parallels they have with each other is really interesting. And yeah wahhhh she does 😭❤️ she's just a little guyyy

That's...yeah that's the reaction a lot of people have tbh KFNDFKJFDJ there are moments in RGU that make you go "wtf" ESPECIALLY with the Nanami episodes. They are bizarre and random and yes, they do touch on some incestuous implications (like how the relationship between Nanami and Tsuwabaki the kid parallels Nanami's own relationship with her brother), but that is the point yeah! You'll see later on how Touga and Nanami's dynamic evolves and how that affects Nanami's character in the long run. It's really interesting, you kinda start to feel bad for her a little tbh 😭

iirc that's usually what happens with Nanami episodes, Utena and Miki and everyone else are the outsiders looking in on the chaos. I can see how there could be a disconnection there, but I think it's more for comedic effect than anything else. I also think Utena was willing to forgive Miki because he's more of a friend to her at this point (unlike Touga and Saionji who act antagonistic towards her and Anthy), still not cool with what he did, but yeah. ALSO YEAH KFJNDFJKFD DONT QUESTION THE KANGAROO. DONT QUESTION ANYTHING IN THE NANAMI EPISODES THINGS JUST HAPPEN LMAO

#thank u again for sharing!!! looking forward to your reactions for future episodes #asks #Liz

2 notes · View notes

utsugi-ren · 2 years ago

Text

OC Post

I just realized I like. Never post about my OCs so I should change that!

GOD (yes their name is just god):

OK SO. God (as the name implies) is (worshipped like) a God. Whether they are or not is open to interpretation, but they're the only human (the world is pretty much the same as the real world) that cannot die. They found this out after a suicide attempt, leaving them with a giant hole in their stomach which they had to go the doctor for. A friend of his family, Deckert, finds out about this ability and decides to utilize it by creating a religion around him.

The major themes of the story are dehuminization, with the main character being stripped of a name (only ever referred to as God in the story) as well as pronouns (I DO have their preferred pronouns and gender in my head, but I will never say them <3). They are almost always referred to with he/him pronouns, because most people want (or subconsciously think) their God to be a male

Another major theme is powerlessness, God is forced to kill during the story because of huge delusions that "I am blessed by God, if I kill God will smite me" so he pretty much kills his entire family, the only person close to him left alive is Deckert, who is...not good and only perpetuates his delusions (also Deckert knows God's preferred pronouns and actively chooses to misgender him)

Other stuff, he doesn't really have a personality, he goes along with others and doesn't stand up for himself like. Ever. If I had to give her typology stuff, it'd be ISFJ, 9w8, 952, RCUAN, LFEV

BIG HUGE tws for suicide and gore in this, probs won't draw anything of it but I do have some writing about it LoL

LIGHTNING'S LAST STRIKE:

Thunderstrike:

One of the main characters, he was prophecised to bring ThunderClan back after they were run out by rogues, except the prophecy is fake and was made by his abusive father/past leader of ThunderClan who abandoned his clan at their time of need and left for Skyland (where the story takes place)

Thunderstrike is a DID system with three prominent alters, none of them have specific names BUT I refer to them as the colors I associate with them. Yellow (host) is a braggart dumbass who takes nothing seriously, lives for thrills and doesn't really care about the prophecy. He lacks a moral code, and pretty much sees himself as the best and can't do no wrong. Red (the protector) is a strong willed person who protects the system, not afraid of a fight, he sees everyone as a threat, and blue who is the trauma holder, only alter who knows the prophecy is fake, also the holder of the moral compass. Blames himself for everything, and hates himself a lot, rarely fronts. Was also the first alter ever formed, which is why he has the childhood memories.

Yellow: ESTP, 8w7, 873, SCUEI, FLVE

Red: ESTP, 8w9, 863, RCOEN, VLFE

Blue: ISFJ, 9w1, 927, RLUAN, FELV

Omensky:

Other main character, has PTSD and ends up believing their dreams are prophecies from StarClan (they are not), and then falsely accuses Thunderstrike of planning to kill them all, which gets Thunderstrike banished.

Omensky was also abused by Thunderstrike's father, and their dreams are about Thunderstrike's dad, who they confus for Thunderstrike himself because they have dissociative amnesia

Personality wise Omensky is serious and a bit anxious, they just became a full medic of SkyClan, and they want nothing more than to make sure the prophecy goes smoothly. They want to be taken seriously SO BAD

Omensky is ISFP, 6w5, 613, RLUAN, LEVF

This is mainly a way for me to write about my PTSD and DID LoL, I want to make a comic with it but I need to A. Find a good format and B. Actually develop it more

I have other stories (namely a story about a person killing their abuser and living with the corpse) but these are my main two! I need to write more about em (Deckert is sooo fun to write especially)

If u have oc questions (bat's eyelashes)

#OCs #OC Posting

1 note · View note

gayandfairycore · 2 years ago

Text

Thin walls

A/n this is the first smut I’ve written in awhile so I’m a little bit rusty. but there’s a serious lack of Lockwood and co smut here and I wanted-no needed to remedy that, lockwoods far too pretty for this lack of smut!

Summary: the walls of 35 Portland row are thin, Very thin.

Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, p in v smut, unprotected sex wrap it b4 you tap it, switch Lockwood, switch reader, oral male and female receiving, slight cock warming, Lockwood might be a bit ooc. Also this is not proof read so there may be some mistakes! Also grammatical errors.

Word count: 2,613 words

The warm smell of books and tea fill the late night air of the house, a hard cover book in your lap, as you snuggle up in your leather chair the crinkle of the material moving loudly as you move.

You don’t even realise the boy standing in the doorway, a look of soft adoration painting his face. His oversized blazer tucked around you in a protective hold. As you inhale his scent, “hello, my love” Lockwood whispers placing a tentative kiss on the side of your jaw, his arms reaching around to hold you from behind. A large smile breaking your face as you whirl your head up to place a soft kiss on his lips from your chair. Your lips moulding together perfectly despite it being an upside down kiss. Lockwoods teeth pulling gently on your bottom lip his large hands coming up to caress your jaw, his touch gentle and barely there as if he was afraid he’d break you, the suit wearing boy slips his tongue into your mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss your tongue’s fighting for dominance, until his reigns superior. His lips pulling into his signature cocky smirk.

His hands moving down your body, his nails bragging gently over your throat, a low hum repels from your chest muffled by his lips, his hands continue to move lower and lower, running along your clothed chest. He pulls back, concern drawn on his face as he asks “is this okay?” A love filled expression bewitches you it didn’t matter how many times you’ve had sex with eachother he’d always ask the same thing. Pulling the boy closer by his tie you whisper a sultry “of course, dear.” Before attaching your lips to his again, he feels his face heating up at your tone your fingers messily undoing his tie before pulling your lips back looking up at the boy through your eyelashes “I think we should move this somewhere more…private?”

“Oh absolutely, couldn’t agree more.” Anthony smirks his hand in yours as you both vacate the library your steaming cup of tea lying now thouroughly untouched on the side table, and book discarded haphazardly on the floor. Climbing each step seemingly lasts an excruciating long time being led behind the dashing ebony haired boy, you move his hand to your lips placing tentative kisses on his fingers, as he looks back at you with a lusting gaze turning around he tells you to put your legs around his waist, doing so, he then reattaches his lips to yours as you both stumble into walls, and discarded books laughs breaking when Lockwood trips over his own feet bashful smile on his face “sorry!” He chuckles

“Don’t be.” You say placing a kiss on his jaw, moving farther down to his neck you begin to nip, and suck on his skin whimpers and breathy moans leave him at the contact pushing the door to his room open he latched his lips to yours before shutting the door with his feet lying you on his bed softly he moves up your body from below, moving your T-shirt up to expose your uncovered chest. The cool air of his bedroom hardening your nipples, lockwoods dress pants growing exponentially tighter at the sight of you. His jacket you had previously adorned discarded somewhere in the house along with his tie. His hands made fast movements on his shirt buttons fumbling over a few only to slow down when your soft hands begun to palm him through his trousers. His head falling back as breathy moans left his lips “n-now y/n I thought I was meant to pleasure-pleasure you-“

“Hmm it goes both ways, locky~” you whisper in his ear, hand still palming him through his trousers nipping and pulling at his ear lobe, a sharp intake of breath leaves the boy as his cocky smile comes back to his face. Shedding his dress shirt and pants with little struggle his boxers doing little to hide his length. Running your hands over his chest you place a kiss over his heart, sucking and biting, and working your magic it’s no surprise when you let up the large purple and red bruise that’s in the shape of a heart over his heart.

Sinking to your knees at the end of his bed you place a kiss just above the band of his underwear pulling and snapping the elastic a whine leaves Lockwood “don’t tease darling~”

“How can I not when you look so pretty, needy?” You smile dragging down his boxers and freeing his length, he’s a little over average, and skinny. The head of his cock leaking precum, it’s large purple head had you salivating right then and there. spreading around his precum with your fingers, moving your hand up and down his length excruciatingly slow pace watching as a steady string of moans leave his mouth as you latch your lips onto his cock, bobbing your head up and down stroking the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. Lockwood thrusting his hips effectively face fucking you, his hands gripping your head as he moves the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag a little, tears stinging your eyes as his pace increases moans escaping you as Lockwood tugs your hair the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure over the boy.

“Fuck y/n!” He exclaims “I’m close!” Swirling your mouth over the head of his cock the salty taste of his precum in your tongue is enough to make you salivate drool and saliva soaking his cock. Lockwoods thrusts becoming sloppier as the boy finally let’s go, his hot cum shooting down your throat and dripping down your chin as he pulls his still hardened cock out of your mouth. Leaning down to place a kiss on your lips he can taste himself on you.

“Mmm” leaves him before he can stop himself, lifting you up off of the floor your knees surely bruising from the hard wood floor Anthony’s large hands grip your ribs as his thumb comes to run over your hardened nipples caressing and neading the soft flesh of your breast “oh god! Lockwood!” You cry as his lips attach to your nipple, sucking with as much lewd sounds as he can produce, his other hand caressing your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fore finger and thumb.

Inhaling sharply as his fingers continue to pinch your nipples, the pain morphing into pleasure, the sound of lockwoods mouth detaching from your nipple with a loud POP! Fills the silence of the bedroom, your legs rubbing together in a feeble attempt to gain some friction.

“This feels a bit unfair DONT you think? I mean I’m fully nude and you’re still fully clothed. Why don’t you go ahead and remove them for me sweetheart?” Lockwood commands, softly, your mind scrambled at the boys mere presence.

“O-okay!” Your hands tug up on your tshirt flinging it to the floor in a hurry, you wiggle out of your pj shorts and underwear, Lockwood watched from above you, as you strip yourself of your clothes, showing him your everything. His gaze is intense but loving. “You are a goddess.” He says moving your limbs away from your chest and vagina. “Don’t hide from me, dear. Not now not ever.” Anthony commands his eyes glancing at yours with seriousness.

“I love you” you whisper “not as much as I love you.” He replies, placing a kiss on your lips, your chest, your stomach. Your naval, and finally the beginning of your vagina, Lockwood can see your wetness begin to leak onto your thighs when you rubbed them together, swallowing hard the boy dips down, his large hands gripping the flesh of your thighs and moving them farther apart, he unconsciously plays with the flesh of your thigh, kneading and rolling the flesh he grips it with enough force to produce a moan and light bruises, as he looks up at your face, looking at him with shyness your previous confidence seemingly dissipated. He holds eye contact with you as he licks a long stride up your vagina, your wetness gathering along his tongue as he swirls it around, his finger coming up to rub figure 8s on your clit “oh god lock-Lockwood! That feels so-so good!” You call your head thrown back in ecstasy.

It encourages Anthony to push a little more pressure on the tender bud, your legs attempting to squeeze shut, clasping against his head, suffocating him in your thighs. Lockwood let’s out a pleasureful hum that reverberates through you the vibrations enough to bring that familiar feeling back into your lower tummy, the sensation coiling tightly desperate for release as your hands burry themselves in Lockwoods curly hair tugging tightly as he chuckles, your slick dripping down his chin as he inserts one of his fingers as it rams into you with speed, hitting your g-spot, loud lewd moans leave your lips as Lockwood heightens his pace, the coiling within your stomach is about to snap!

when nothing. Lockwoods fingers have relented their momentum, his tongue no longer swirling and curling within you at just the right pace. “Ugh lock wood! What the hell!” You whine reaching behind you throwing one of his pillows at him satisfied when it hits him in the face, and oof! Sound muffled by the fluffy pillow.

“I’m sorry darling but I had to get you back for all your teasing.”

“You really suck you know that?” You say crossing your arms over your chest

“We’ll perhaps I need to make it up to you.” He retorts inserting his fingers back into you

“Lockwood!” You cry as he slams into your gspot with his fingers, curling them, and rubbing your clit at the same time it’s only a matter of moments before the cool begins to grow and snap when Lockwood curls his fingers knocking your special spot and the added pressure on your clit makes you let go loud and breathy moans leave you your back arching eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your juices squirting, and yet Lockwood doesn’t halt his movements infact he speeds up. Your second orgasm building, and releasing within moments when the boy attaches his lips to your clitoris.

When you orgasm for the second time he’s ready, lapping at your vagina, the loud sounds of sex and the squelching of your juices fills the room, disorientation and overstimulation mixes together well as

Lockwood lines himself up with your entrance, sinking himself into you, groans escape the boy as he revels in the feeling of having himself cockdeep inside you, waiting for you to adjust to his size his concerned features look down at you silently asking you if it’s alright for him to move now.

Panting and nodding, Lockwood began to bottom out before slamming back into you “oh god! Lockwood!” Soft moans and whines leaving the boy in front of you.

“I love you y/n” lockwood whispers placing a kiss on your lips, and moving his hands down to rub your clit, the sensitive bud pulsating from his previous care to it when his hands lightly brush over the bud it brings a sharp whine from your lips as his thrusts picking up pace as his lips attaching to your breast as moans reverberate from him, his cock sinking deeper into you, hitting your g-spot “oh Lockwood! Right mm right there!”

“God y/n you feel so good!” He groane, as your fingernails claw at the boys back. In pleasure. Moans escape his lips at the burn from the cool bedroom stings the cuts.

The familiar feeling begins to build in Lockwood at the sight of you below him, writhing in pleasure, a moaning mess beneath him. You were all his, and he was all yours.

“Darling I’m gonna- gonna c-um!” Lockwood calls out in warning, sharp hiss leaving him half way though as your hands take through his hair “ngh! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!” You whimper the sound of the headboard against the walls and the sounds of lockwoods cock slamming into you the smell of sex intoxicates the room as Lockwood comes undone, you coming shortly after at the whimpering whine that breaks from deep in lockwoods chest. His hot cum shooting inside of you mixing with your own. He leaves his cock in you for a a moment more not yet ready to relieve himself of the warmth and comfort of being inside you.

A proud boyish grin paints his face as he watches both of your cum mixing together and spilling out of you.

His lanky body collapsing beside you as you both panted desperate for breath rolling into his side your head on his chest you placed a chaste kiss over his heart the hickeys from earlier a stark contrast against his pale chest; as he stretches his arm of the side of his bed he grabs a clean tshirt wiping you clean and pulling you into him.

Pulling up his teal duvet he rests his head atop yours as sleep finally overcomes the pair of you, the clock striking 3 am.

The kitchen the next morning is quiet, the only sounds are from the pop! of the toaster, and the boiling of the jug. the group sitting around the table in silence lockwoods proud smirk obstructed by his newspaper as your legs shake under the table, taking a sip at your tea, in awkward silence. Lucy’s shit eating grin plain on her face as her chest moves with her full body laugh “so you guys finally did it huh?”

“Wait what- you- you guys heard?!?” You cry out mortified “also finally?” Lockwood adds

“Uh huh” Lucy nods “everything.” She reiterates pointing an accusatory piece of half eaten toast toward you both, cheek splitting smile on her face as she shakes her head.

“And plus George and I had a bet, who’d initiate it first, he said y/n, and I said Lockwood.” The girl exclaimed holding a hand out for George to put a 20 in her hand.

“We have thin walls you know.” George speaks up, looking disappointed in himself as he hands over a 20.

a shadowy look overtaking his face as he was seemingly reliving the sounds from last night, his room right next to Lockwood, the sound of the squeaky bed bashing against the wall and the loud moans and other lewd sounds traumatising the researcher.

Embarrassment colours your cheeks as Lockwood laughs at the boy placing a hand on your shoulder, as he places his newspaper on the table moving to butter some toast

“Very thin walls in fact as I recall you guys sounded quite like this” Lucy calls chomping on a piece of toast and faking boarder-line pornographic moans “oh Lockwood! Please! Please!” And “oh y/n! Feels so good! God so good!” She continues to impersonate smirking into her tea at the embarrassment that now covers lockwoods cheeks.

“Who would’ve thought George your best friends a switch.” The brunette girl chuckles at the disgust on George’s face

“Oh god gross!” He exclaims covering his ears and pushing up his glasses

“I might have a look in that paper for a new job- one where the members don’t almost have sex in the library!”

“But Georgey we didn’t!” Lockwood exclaims “plus, you’d miss us too much to leave.”

The dark haired boy relents sinking down in his chair “I guess”

Sharing an amused glance with Lockwood he places a kiss on your lips as he walks past taking the newspaper from George’s hands.

Taglist: @simrah1012

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co smut #lockwood is a whimperer #Anthony Lockwood x reader smut #Lockwood smut #lockwoods a switch #lockwoods a simp tm #lockwood and co #lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #George karim

1K notes · View notes