#i cant even find anything in the right color...

[instafuck]

all i want in this life is a living space that looks like frankenfurter's castle...

[catmorlandleaguette]

Y’all I really need to make Imp’s green dress from kiss the go goat does ANYONE have any leads or ideas on the fabric?

[4giorno]

yeah no wtf. valk rlly came to save music AGAIN

[ivymarquis]

The Neighbor

Hello friends I fucked off for a month but I’m back and I bring Price smut as an apology for my absence. @sky-is-the-limit’s “Im here to do what your boyfriend cant” prompt has lived in my brain rent free ecer since I read it and while I didn’t follow it verbatim, I did keep in spirit with the theme :)

Also womp I was gone for the Price challenge by @glitterypirateduck but this actually checks off a couple of the prompt options (first time being intimate, a confession/secret is discovered/revealed) so I’m submitting it.

There are a lot of tags. Make sure you read them.

Pairing| John Price x Reader Rating| M Word Count| 4.8k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Accidental voyuerism by virtue of living in an apartment, the reader has a dogshit boyfriend at the beginning of the fic (there is no cheating), slut shaming (from the dogshit boyfriend), these two idiots are down bad for each other, sex toys, oral (F!receiving), unprotected PiV, gratuitous squirting because I’m me, not really heavy on BDSM elements but mentions of the following: bondage/restraints (John uses his hands, nothing crazy), something akin to subspace from how good the nut is, aftercare, John is a prick to the now-ex, very brief angst due to a quick misunderstanding, very vaguely implied somnophilia, rampant abuse of italics. Lemme know if I missed anything.

His neighbor is clearly used to Price being deployed.

She’s a sweet thing, really, and on the whole isn’t that disagreeable of a neighbor.

He just has one problem with her (not even her, really) that is a thorn in his fucking side- her boyfriend.

The boyfriend was not an issue when they first met- wasn’t in the picture at all.

And no John most assuredly hasn’t had it out for the guy since Day 1. The fact that John had gathered himself up to ask his pretty neighbor out when he came back from his latest mission, only to find out about the new boyfriend, does not color his impression of the other man. He’s grown and this is not the first time his advances have been turned away for whatever reason.

But there are, to his knowledge, no true redeeming qualities about the man and he is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.

He catches bits and pieces through the walls. The boyfriend is not attentive, caring, or sweet to her. She is treated as a guest in her own home, and twice he’s heard bellowing shouts that had Price at the door with his fist banging against it- both to shut him up and make it exceptionally well known that if the boyfriend thinks intimidating a woman is going to fly, that Price will not hesitate to kick the door in.

The most appalling part of it all is that John has a front row seat to just how atrocious he is in bed.

For the life of him John does not understand. It’s not even like the lad’s a good lay.

He’s heard many stories of women tolerating absolutely atrocious behavior from the muppets they were with because he knew how to make them see stars.

That is exceptionally not the case here. And John is rapidly finding his patience wearing thin at continually being subjugated to his pathetic performance.

So what the hell is it about the boyfriend that keeps his neighbor so enamored with him?

John stares at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan turn as he tries to tune out the thumping of the headboard against the wall.

He thinks that if the man was just a bad lay and completely incapable of getting her anywhere, that would be one thing and John would continue to be frustrated but ultimately understand. But it’s the way he seems to actively ruin it anytime she has the audacity to enjoy having sex with him that truly grates on John’s nerves.

It’s not often, but even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. The thumping of the headboard is accompanied by her sweet voice moaning lowly in short staccato notes as the boyfriend appears to finally be doing something right.

The thumping comes to a halt, and John groans in frustration.

“Why’d you stop?” He can hear his pretty neighbor lament through the thin walls.

“Why the fuck are you being so loud? Trying to give the neighbor a show?”

John squints his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The fucking muppet can’t do anything right.

If the neighbor was his, John wouldn’t give a fuck who heard. Let all the neighbors know that he could fuck the sense clear out of her pretty little head. John could show the muppet what loud is.

“No! I’m not trying to do anything- it just felt good,” she defends herself.

“Well, be quieter about it, no one needs to hear that. You sound like a whore,” the muppet snaps at her irritably, and John is nearly at his fucking limit when the god damn headboard starts to thump against the wall again.

“Get out.”

Oh.

John is impressed- pleasure and pride coursing through him as his sweet neighbor stands up for herself rather than letting that ungrateful swine continue to berate her.

Good fucking girl.

“What did you just say?” The thumping stops.

“You don’t get to call me names. Get off of me and get out.”

For all his sins, it seems even the muppet has a line he’s not willing to cross.

There’s a shifting as he presumably pulls out and gets off the bed- the words are muffled but the tone is clear. The muppet isn’t above laying into her verbally though consent is (smartly) a line he won’t toe.

And good thinking on his part- John would probably tear through the drywall and turn him into a chew toy had that conversation gone in any other direction.

The door slams loudly, announcing the boyfriend’s departure.

John can’t help but keep his attention on his neighbor to see what her reaction is going to be. It is taking every ounce of self control he has to not follow the boyfriend and wring his neck in the parking lot.

There’s no conventional guide for how to address this situation with your neighbor. ‘Hello, I’ve fancied you for quite some time and that ungrateful prick somehow swept you up before I got the nerve to ask you out. I've had to hear you have the most lackluster sex ever for the past several months, and equal parts want to check in on how you’re doing emotionally after his latest stunt, and also want to bend you over and pin you to the mattress until you’re squealing. May I come in?’

He can’t say he is too surprised to hear things slamming about in the apartment- his pretty neighbor sounding more pissed off than upset, catching snippets of “Who the fuck does he think he is, talking to me like that” and “Motherfucker couldn’t find my clit with a map and a headlamp but can find the audacity to call me names-”

Okay, John has to fight back the urge to laugh at that last one lest she hear him. She’s quite the viper when (finally) provoked, and it just endears her more to him.

She doesn’t appear particularly distraught, the slamming and huffing and muttering concluding with her tossing herself on the bed.

It’s a very common occurrence that after the neighbor’s rendezvous with her lazy boyfriend, John is treated to a show where she finishes herself off with her toys.

The boyfriend, like many inadequate men, is threatened by them and John has heard the snide remarks.

Hilarious, he finds it, that a man incapable of getting her off is so adamant that she gets rid of them.

She hasn’t listened, clearly, as the low sound of her vibrator can be heard through the wall.

John is soon graced with the sound of her panting moans. His cock stiffens in interest at her voice, which is a frequent occurrence. She makes such pretty noises, mewling and whimpering as she works herself up.

Tonight is a whirlwind of emotions for his pretty neighbor, and at the end of the day her no-good boyfriend left her high and dry.

John will gladly enjoy the consequences of the boyfriend’s actions, one hand wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke in time with her whines.

What he wouldn’t give for a chance to make her see stars. He’d be so good to her.

The reality of his job makes dating a logistical nightmare, part of what stayed his hand for so long.

He’s not blind. His neighbor is kind and sweet with a killer smile and wandering eyes. He’s caught her more than once ogling him when he’s returned home in uniform, or more nondescript tactical clothing.

Feeling her gaze on him always makes him puff up with pride, enjoying holding her attention no matter how fleeting. If he takes his time after a run and makes a point to pull the hem of his shirt up to wipe at his brow where she can see it, that’s his business.

So John thinks he’s dreaming when he hears that lovely voice whimper his name from the other side of the wall.

He stiffens, quietly waiting to see if he hears it again.

“John- Oh, fuck- please,” is all he needs to hear before he’s well and truly lost any semblance of patience.

Only having the presence of mind to dress himself enough to not warrant any errant looks from the other neighbors, he is at her door in a second.

It’s only after he knocks that he realizes he may well have killed whatever momentum she’s built for herself- given her muttering as she approaches the door- but he fully intends to make up for the stolen release.

She opens the door without looking through the peephole, obviously expecting it to be the ex based on the vitriol poised to spill at John’s chest, approximately eye level with where the (hopefully ex) boyfriend would be.

Once again he has to stifle a laugh, finding her a comical vision when the anger on her face melts away as her eyes flick up to his face with the realization that it is him at the door and not the object of her ire.

“What are you doing here, John?” Christ, he’s always been a sucker for pretty doe eyes. If he held even an ounce less of restraint he’d be mounting her right here for everyone to see.

“I’m here to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can’t.”

Even as he reaches out to pull her in for a kiss, he’s watching her body language- gauging if she stiffens or shifts away.

She doesn’t.

In fact, her arms loop behind him and pull him closer, tugging on his hair and his shirt.

John’s not wasting any more time than he already has, walking her backwards into the apartment and shutting the door with his foot before reaching back to lock it- he’s got no desire for any interruptions from wayward former boyfriends.

They separate for a moment as she paws at the hem of his shirt, clearly wanting it off of him. John is all too happy to oblige, preening under her attention. He’s always had the stockier build of a man who’s fitness came from utility in the field, opposed to the hard defined abs of someone who spends most of their time in the gym.

It’s cute, the way she has to pry her eyes up to his face- clearly liking what she sees and flustered by the fact that John can see her staring.

“I broke up with him,” she clarifies.

“Good,” is his simplistic response, although if John’s being honest with himself he doesn’t really care about the finer details. The little prick never deserved to have her and John finally has his chance to prove himself worthy.

“The bedroom’s this way,” she prompts between kisses.

Their clothes are peeled off in turns as they stumble towards the room. The layout is inverted to John’s own flat nextdoor, so despite having never stepped foot inside before he guides her to keep her from crashing into something behind her.

By the time they are collapsing against her bed, they’re stripped of everything except a scant thong on her and his own boxers.

She’s just so delightfully soft in his grip, John can’t keep his hands or his mouth off of her.

The feeling is reciprocated as she pushes up off the bed to grind against him. As much as he’s relishing in them dry humping and making out like teenagers, he’s wanted her for so long and now that she’s finally willing and pliant underneath him, he’s itching for a taste of her.

Kissing his way down her body- starting at her jaw, the column of her neck, across her collar bone, down her sternum; latching onto each nipple and teasing them to hardened peaks before continuing his path down.

He’s compelled by the urge to turn her into a chew toy as he reaches her belly, although he stifles that urge and keeps his teeth to himself.

He can’t quite resist giving a small nip as she squirms, clearly excited by the implication of where he’s heading.

There’s a damp spot on her underwear already as he kisses along the waistband while his hands tease with the elastic on either side of her hips.

The sound of her breath hitching in anticipation makes him smirk, attention drifting further south.

The fabric is in his way as he presses a kiss against her clothed cunt, gripping handfuls of her hips to keep her still as she bucks in his grasp.

“Easy, sweetheart- we’ve got all night,” he soothes before moving his attention up one thigh to the backside of her knee.

Those sweet thighs are splayed open for him, giving John unfettered access as he continues to tease.

“When’s this sweet cunt been eaten last, hm?”

He knows he’s heard her give that undeserving muppet head, but can’t recall any reciprocation occuring. There’s not much that can shock John at this point in his life, and he’s willing to roll the dice by dragging up her now-ex because he knows this poor thing hasn’t been eaten until she’s begging him off in ages.

“I couldn’t even begin to tell you,” she answers breathlessly, anticipating having her thighs twitching in his hold.

Out of the corner of his eye, John spies a torn condom wrapper that didn’t quite make it into the bin. Well that keeps him from having to ask two questions, then. Smart girl.

“What a shame,” he tsks lightly, peppering kisses back up and down her thigh.

Deciding that she’s waited long enough and he’s had his fun being a tease, John is quick to remove the scant lace and pull it off of her legs before tossing it to who-knows-where.

The sounds she makes as he makes a meal out of her is music to his ears. Each hitched moan and breathy whimper makes him stiffen in interest.

His attention shifts to focus on her clit, tongue circling the sensitive nub as his hands hold her hips in place.

As focused as he is on what’s right in front of him, it takes a moment for John to realize that she’s stifling her noises. One hand is fisting the sheets beneath her while the other is clamped across her lips.

Well. That simply won’t do.

The ex may have trained and shamed her into silence, but John didn’t make it as a military captain without learning how to break someone else’s bad habits.

He ignores her whimper of protest as he stops, one hand abandoning the softness of her hip in favor of grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from her mouth.

“None of that,” he admonishes gently, pressing a kiss to one thigh. “Let me hear you.”

“I-I’m too loud,” she protests and for a split second John sees red.

To his credit, he does not leave her wet and leaking on the bed to go bludgeon her ex to death with a blunt object.

“No such thing, sweetheart,” he soothes before having a thought to tease her. “Who are you worried is going to hear you?” He asks kindly, a shit eating grin as he speaks again, “the neighbor?”

Her wide eyed expression is thoroughly scandalized and John can’t fight the chuckle that escapes him.

He hasn’t released her wrist yet, deciding that it’s time to get back to his meal. If she abandons gripping the sheet with her free hand to cover her mouth again, he simply plans to hold both of her wrists.

It’s tentative at first, still not entirely trusting John at his word that he wants to hear her.

But John is all for positive reinforcement as a motivator, crooking his fingers to stroke that one spot that makes her see stars to encourage more from her.

She’s a quick study, although when she releases the sheet John is watching her like a hawk.

Rather than clasping over her mouth again, John is pleased when her fingers end up burying in his hair.

More than happy to let her guide him, John takes his cues from how she pulls at his hair. The feel of her thighs twitching as she breathes in staccato breaths is all the reward he needs.

“You’re getting close,” he says against her cunt, pointing out the obvious before getting back to work. She’s anxious, he thinks, the closer she gets to her climax. Poor girl doesn’t know what to do with herself with an orgasm she hasn’t had to put all the work into.

“D-don’t stop,” she stammers, rewarded immediately with John redoubling his efforts.

He’s not going to stop. Pretty thing like her deserves nothing less than laying on her back and enjoying getting her cunt eaten out.

“O-oh fuck,” is his only warning before she’s gushing on his face and John is like a kid on Christmas morning.

He doesn’t even know if she realizes she’s squirted, too caught up in the pleasure of her high.

He’s always thought it was hot- now that he knows his pretty neighbor is a squirter he is more than willing to get on his knees and pray to whoever is listening that this isn’t a one time event. He’ll do anything to get her to keep him.

Even as her high fades he doesn’t let up on her, continuing to work his middle and ring finger inside of her. All he wants is to see her cum- wants to see those eyes roll as she squeezes them shut in anticipation.

Despite pulling his face away from her wet pussy, he doesn’t leave her clit unattended for long before his thumb is gently circling in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Kissing his way back up her body, John can’t help but be pleased as she pulls him in to make out with him. Snatched gasps and bucks of her hips grace his ears as he works her from orgasm to the next, the wet sound of his palm slapping against her.

“John Im gonna cum again,” she whimpers in warning.

He feels like a god with the way she stares up at him reverently, eyes wide and desperate for another climax.

“Come on,” he goads, “Show me- let me see your face when you cum.”

Christ if her leg twitches any harder it’s going to start vibrating, serving to only encourage him.

“O-oh,” she mewls, “God- don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-“ she’s pleading with him like he wouldn’t sit at her feet if she asked him to.

The bewildered look on her face is darling, and John nearly finishes untouched; he's so wound up it’s not going to take much.

A few choice thoughts keep his own eminent climax at bay and buys him enough breathing room. She bucks and trembles in his hold, a high pitched squeal escaping her as he proves not only can he make her cum twice, but he can make her squirt like a faucet twice.

As soon as she’s starting to come down from her high she’s pulling at him, drawing up her knees to spread her legs in invitation.

“Greedy girl,” he teases as he kisses her- wet fingers abandoning her cunt in favor of manhandling her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he positions himself.

“Please, please, please-“ she begs so prettily for him, pleading for him to do exactly what he’s been fantasizing about for months.

He’s not a small man and mindful of that fact, but she’s well prepped and takes him easily. The desperate whimper that escapes her sears into John’s memory.

The buildup of everything finally gets to him as he wastes no time setting a steady pace.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Let me hear you,” he encourages as she cants her hips in time with his, whines of pleasure escaping her on each thrust.

“John, please,” she begs, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as she watches where they’re joined.

“Eyes up here,” he instructs and Christ he almost loses it when her gaze flicks from between their bodies up to his face.

His hands find hers, fingers lacing together as he lowers his torso in order to kiss the ethereal creature underneath him.

She whimpers into his mouth, her sounds only encouraging John.

Everything about her is warm and inviting, from her soft skin to her warm cunt and the way she sings for him at every thrust.

Maneuvering them so he can grip both her wrists with one of his hands, the other immediately dives between their bodies to find her clit again.

His pretty neighbor has spent months not having an orgasm she didn’t give herself, and John is determined to prove to her that he can give her as many as she can handle.

“John I can’t cum again,” she pleads even as her thighs shake on either side of him.

“Yes you can,” he assures her. “One more time for me, yeah?”

Now, should she insist she’s done and satisfied then John would leave her clit alone and finish up their fun. As it is, though, she nods in acquiescence before the trembling in her thighs increases.

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers continuing their steady pace around her clit as she creeps closer to the edge.

She’s babbling in his ear as he presses a kiss to her temple and he knows she’s almost there.

“Good girl,” he praises again, a cocksure grin pulling at the corners of his lips at her immediate response.

“My good girl,” he ups the ante, testing her response to John staking a claim on her. And God did it ever work. That last little bit is all it takes to finally tip her over.

She clenches down on him like a vice and John immediately loses it, groaning low as the haze of his orgasm washes over him.

It’s everything he wants- she’s everything he wants as he recovers enough from his climax to finally notice that the bed is an utter mess beneath them.

It’s not his immediate concern however, more interested in soothing her through the come down of her high. She’s shivering underneath him, eyes glossy from the intensity of her last orgasm.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs reassuringly. “Just breathe for me.”

He gathers her up in his arms, listening as her heartbeat relaxes in time with his own.

Eventually when enough time passes she’s more alert and happily snuggling against his chest. After giving her a chance to rest he herds her along to the bathroom so she doesn’t give herself a UTI. She tries to brush him off but her legs are taking their sweet time cooperating again.

Of course, she’s not exactly a recruit taking a piss test so he gives her her privacy and she’s able to return on her own albeit on shaky legs.

John pets at her head idly, attention drifting in post coital bliss as his hand strokes down along her back.

“I can’t believe you’re actually in my bed,” she giggles deliriously after a stretch of quiet.

“Only reason I wasn’t here sooner was because of that muppet,” he assures her. He doesn’t want her thinking that this is a one time thing for him. He’s wanted her for so long he can’t possibly be expected to turn her loose at the end of the night.

“I only dated him because I didn’t think you liked me,” she scoffs at herself.

“Oh, it was nearly the first moment I laid eyes on you. But with my work I kept talking myself out of doing anything,” he tells her. “Kept telling myself you deserve better. And then you brought the muppet home and kept him around,” John grouses good naturedly at her. “Think they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.”

“I plead temporary insanity,” she jokes, snuggling closer against his chest. “But I got rid of him. And you finally made your move.”

He hums in agreement, sleep pulling at him now that he has her tucked up against his side.

John doesn’t remember falling asleep but he wakes with a jolt to the sound of pounding on her door.

He’s only been out for an hour or so when he checks the clock on the nightstand, his neighbor sprawled out next to him.

Well, now he knows she snores. The sound is light enough to have never heard it through the wall, but curled up next to him she’s like a cat purring loudly in his ear.

And he’s exceptionally pissed right off at the fact someone has woken him up. Especially considering he has one guess who it is.

He fully debates answering the door buck ass naked to teach the prick a lesson about banging on doors after midnight but settles on tossing his joggers on.

Much like when she opened the door for John, the ex is automatically trained at where her head would be rather than looking at John’s face.

“My eyes are here,” he quips sarcastically. “Why the fuck are you banging on the door this late.”

“Why th-“ the ex starts to parrot back before cutting himself off. “Why the fuck are you in her apartment? Why isn’t she answering?”

“She’s asleep,” John answers simply. There’s no obligation to explain the why and how he ended up in her apartment.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s asleep? How is she asleep after she just dumped me? And why the fuck are you here?”

The boyfriend (the ex boyfriend, he thinks with glee) is either oblivious or…

Well. The ex boyfriend is oblivious. Let’s just keep it at that.

“I’m here because you can’t do your job right. She’s asleep because I can. What part of that is confusing?”

“That stupid slag’s been fucking you behind my back-“

“No.” John is somewhat mindful of not giving a full on “screaming at recruits” bellow, but his voice booms into the corridor outside the apartment anyway. “You watch your fucking mouth. This” John gestures vaguely at his own presence in her flat, “just happened after she dumped you. You don’t get to hurl insults.”

“She hopped off of my cock and straight to yours- what the fuck else is it?”

“You couldn’t get her off,” John hisses in annoyance. “I’ve had front row seats to your shitty little performance more than once. Not 5 minutes after you leave and she’s having to handle it herself.”

“I can’t be expected to compete with a fucking vibrator!”

“Well I sure as shit didn’t need one to get the job done. Poor girl could barely get her legs to work to go to the loo and not give herself a UTI. Your skill issues are what started all of this.”

“You know what? Fucking have her. I don’t need this shit.”

Ah yes, because John needs the ex’s permission to date a newly single woman. Absolutely. That’s entirely how that works.

“Never needed your blessing. Now fuck off. I’m trying to sleep.”

The ex responds with a two finger salute as he spins on his heel and storms off.

John is almost tempted to grab him by the back of his neck and turn him into a chew toy. Given his military career, his patience for muppets giving him attitude is virtually nonexistent.

But the siren call of his pretty neighbor is a stronger pull than the muppet can ever hope to achieve. John’s succeeded in his mission to run the prick off, and he’s going to try to get a few more hours of sleep before seeing if she’s interested in another romp in the morning when she wakes up.

The bedroom is dark and poorly lit but John immediately picks up on the silence.

Rather than being sprawled out and snoring like when he left her, she’s quiet and curled into a ball.

She’s awake.

“Sweetheart?” He calls softly.

She jolts, fabric rustling from the sheets falling off her as she sits up.

“You’re still here,” the surprise in her tone cuts, although he knows she didn’t mean for it to.

She seems to realize how that comes across and clarifies further, “I- I heard the door shut.”

It falls into place for him then- she woke up to the sound of the door and John nowhere to be found. She thought he’d left.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoles, making his way back to the bed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he assures her while gathering her back into his arms.

Sleep comes back readily once the two of them are situated back in the bed.

Come morning, John’s got the patience and the presence of mind to throw a towel on the bed. He finds out for himself that his neighbor makes the prettiest noises with her arse propped up in the air and her face still buried in her pillow.

He can’t help but laugh later when she texts him that one of the neighbors made a noise complaint.

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[paper-mario-wiki]

you do such a good job passing! any tips?

thank you, i appreciate that! i dont have a ton of tips since ive only been at it for a little over half a year, and im kinda flying by the seat of my pants cuz i dont have a lot of people i talk to day-to-day about presentation. pretty much everything ive figured out by myself and with youtube tutorials. regardless, heres a few i can think of:

don't be afraid to go to a makeup store and ask for advice. i brought a picture of myself i put through faceapp to give me makeup, and i showed it to the ladies at sephora, who were able to get me exactly what i was looking for. theres a world of difference between a face full of makeup, and a face full of makeup that's slightly the wrong shade, and it's good to get the opinions of experts.

try to look at the other women in your family and see how they style themselves, or do their makeup, or even how they speak or carry themselves. finding a look that works isn't somethin that you can fall into super easily, you have to go searching for it. try to model yours after the people who literally share your genes and therefore your features. (note, the opposite is equally usable for transmascs, look at your brothers, fathers, and uncles)

spend time in the mirror seeing what looks right. comb your hair in different directions, part it in a different place, put a clip in, dye it a different color, etc. put on makeup and then take it all off, then put on way too much and only take half of it off. learn the muscle memory of holding a liquid eyeliner pen in your non dominant hand and tracing it across the eyelid on the opposite side of your face without twitching your eye. nobody will see you, you're in your own bathroom. with the resources you have, treat the Bathroom Fit Check like you're customizing a character in a videogame.

look for your angles! i wish i could look good at every angle, but i don't, and vanishingly few people actually do. i spent a lot of time looking at myself in my front-facing phone camera from different directions and thinking "fuck im never going to pass, i really dont look great. is this even worth it?" and no matter how much doubt i had, in the long run the answer ended up being yes, it is worth it. that's kinda how hard things are: they suck until they don't anymore.

this one is really simple and may not apply to you, but fix your posture. seriously. when i started standing up straight for a few weeks i noticed an change in how i looked and carried myself (and my back doesnt hurt as much now)

come to terms with the fact that a lot of women look like men, and a lot of men look like women. the idea that all men look one way and all women look the other is an propagandstic invention of the state that should not be taken seriously. (note: this tip works only inwardly as a facet of self actualization. no matter what, you will always run into people who buy into the propaganda. to the best of your ability, pay them no mind.)

im sorry i cant give you anything more, but thats kind of a big question to answer, so i hope this helps!

[gatorbites-imagines]

i was wandering if you can write bane x reader [ i'd ascent to god if its trans/ftm reader, it's ok if you can't or dont want to write it :) ] with a big size difference that's all! have a good day/night and take care of yourself <3

Bane x FTM reader

Headcanons

Still have no internet in my apartment, but luckily my sister is letting me visit her place to do assignments, so I can upload stuff from there.

This is based off of comic Bane more than anything, but i cant really find any gifs of that guy, so comic panel it is.

All in all, I don’t think it matters much to Bane that you are trans. It isn’t something he would see as a dealbreaker, or even care too much about. As long as you guys get along and both have feelings for one another.

Bane is extremely smart too, so if you can’t legally find ways to get treatment, then he would probably know at least 10 different ways to get the result you need.

If you want to build muscle, then Bane is also your guy. He knows as much as one can about the process of working the body and getting the result you want, so he would be able to help you get the look you want, even if you aren’t on any testosterone or hormone blockers.

If you want to work out then Bane could also help you out if you aren’t one for top surgery, as you can get a similar look through the right diet and workout routine. But if you want top surgery, you bet he’s taking care of you afterwards, since he would know a thing or two about medical procedures.

Bane being who he is probably also knows different ways to get you to the hormone level you want, but he would most likely avoid doing anything as drastic as his own mix up with chemicals and the likes, unless that’s what you are trying to go for as well. Would make sure you knew all the dangers first though, just in case.

If you want neither and don’t care much for hormone treatment, surgeries or even presenting masc, then it doesn’t pose any issues either, since Bane wouldn’t really care. Hes one of those “wear whatever you want, I can fight” kinda boyfriends. As long as you are happy and comfortable, then he is comfortable and happy.

He seems like a big scary dude, but Bane would be very respectful of you and how you present yourself. Gives very much “big scary dog privilege” when you guys go out, and you do go out sometimes, as I could imagine some of the bats would let you two go on dates, as long as Bane isn’t causing any trouble. You’ll have to live with being shadowed the entire time though.

The huge size difference also strengthens the whole scary shadow thing, so even if people wanna be transphobic too you, they sure as hell don’t dare to do so, since Bane is towering over literally everyone there with muscles that could kill.

Sharing clothes with Bane would also be entertaining, since hes so much bigger than you. Even just his tank tops would hang off you and slide right off you. You would have to tie it with something or tuck it into your pants with a belt, and even then, it would still look super baggy.

You don’t get the chance to borrow his mask, since he needs it himself. But I could see him finding it kinda sweet if you worked the pattern or colors into your own style. It also helps to tell anybody who wants to hurt you that you hand in hand with Bane. So, crossing you is crossing Bane, even when he’s locked away in Arkham.

The extreme size difference also means you can climb him like a tree, like hanging onto his back like a backpack, or hanging around his neck with your arms without your feet being able to touch the ground if he stands up straight.

You being Banes lover also probably becomes some of the “in the know” knowledge around Gotham. The bigger fish know not to mess with you since Bane would be breathing down their necks if they as much as thought about it.

But being Bane’s partner also means you’d know how to protect yourself and even kill if need be. Being much smaller than him and also being trans puts you at risk, so your lover would want you to know how to take care of anybody that tries to harm you when he’s not around. So, you end up knowing how to use a lot of different weapons and fighting styles one way or another.

But in the end, Bane is a respectful guy whose too damn smart to let you being trans get in the way of a relationship. Your big size difference is also cute in his eyes, since he can easily pick you up or just wrap you in his arms. It’s pretty damn great.

[normansnt]

Sweet Valentine.

(Platonic!Reader x Huskerdust)

(Implied Reader x Alastor)

Male reader

(Again not my art idk who's sorry but its so good😭💗)

Warnings: None I think

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"Stupid fucking, son of a-"

Husker was sitting by the bar and doing something that didn't look like drink mixing.

That was because it indeed wasn't he was trying to make a valentine card but that damn glue just didn't listen to him. He has a lot of glue in his fur now. And you noticed that.

"Heyyyy Husk, how's it... how's it going?" You asked a bit taken aback by what you were seeing...or the lack of understanding of it.

"Ahhh its nothing" He said back in a very grumpy tone.

You slid a bit closer to what he was doing.

You saw a heart cut out (badly) from a pink colored paper and some glitter on the side.

You stared at it for some time and than it clicked. Husk was making a valentine card for someone. The thought melted you heart.

"Husker that is so sweet who is it for?" You asked, eyes sparkling with interest.

"None of your beeswax kid." He answered, still grumpy.

You didn't get offended, this was nothing new to you, Husker was just like that.

However you could clearly see that he was struggling.

"Well, all right but if you need help you know where to find me." You answered with a smile as you left the bar to go to your room.

You knew it was for Angel. But you still wanted to ask to get Husker to admit out loud that he liked him.

You were right, of course, Husk needed help. But he didn't want to go to you. He felt like that would be admitting defeat and since he didn't want to ask anyone else either he turned to the next best thing: romance movies.

And thats how now you were standing in the kitchen with a blown up cake (somehow) a broken table in the middle burnt table cloth on top, and plates and roses shattered on the floor.

"Sooo, Husk, dear, what the hell did you do?" You asked looking at him.

"Ahhh god damn it I just wanted to make a romantic dinner for Angel but it all went to shit." Husk was looking at the floor in defeat.

You chuckled at that.

"Husk you should have just come to me, I've know Angel for a long time now and he is one of my best friends. Listen, Angel does not give a fuck about fancy dinners or roses and shit. The only thing you have to do is be yourself, as cliche as it sounds, just tell him you like him and make him a drink at the bar that would be already enough for him knowing he can spend the evening talking to you."

Husk looked at you in disbelief, but he was relieved. Just sitting by the bar and chatting over a drink was more favorable for him as well.

And so on Valentines day you went down to the bar early in the morning to visit Husk and attempt to sooth his nerves.

That was going to be harder than you thought. Husk was cleaning glasses, bottles, anything he could get his hands on in the bar out of nervousness.

"Heeeyyyy, Husk...you good?" You attempted.

"No, (Y/N) I am in fact NOT good how the heck am I supposed to tell him that I like him."

"You just said it...of course that was in third person lets try in second person next-"

"NO (Y/N) you don't understand I cant do this I'll just give him a drink like usual and we'll talk normally-"

You interrupted Husker by grabbing his ear.

"Oww mother fuck-man what are you doing?"

"Listen to me Husker, this is the day of love and you are in love with Angel there is nothing else to say you have to confess, it will make him so happy."

"How do you know that? What if he just laughs in my face and tells me get my old brain out of the gutter."

You stared at him in disbelief. Of course you knew that Angel likes Husk, you were the first person he told it too. But you cant tell Husk that.

"Husker, do you really think Angel would ever say that?"

"...no"

"Exactly because he is the sweetest guy and you know that, even if he rejects you, people will always be happy if they hear that someone loves them, you will make him happy, and lets face it Angel needs it."

Husk looked at the bottle in his hand and put it down.

"I'll...try my best." He sighed at last.

At that you jumped behind the counter and hugged him.

"Ok, good luck" with those last words you jumped back out and walked away to your hiding place...where you found every other resident except Angel was already excitedly waiting for whats going to happen.

"Erhmm...hey guys whatcha doing here?" You asked them confused.

"Shhh...Angel is coming" shushed you Charlie with an excited smile.

"Ahhh...good morning Husk, have you noticed that the hotel seems kind of empty?" Asked Angel.

"I have not seen anyone except you this morning." Husk was still cleaning glasses, probably for the 3rd time this morning but it helped with his nerves.

"Interesting I guess the couples are celebrating valentines day but I don't know about the others."

You guys just sat behind the corner where you were just out of view and tryed to listen to their conversation.

"Can you hear anything?" Asked you Charlie.

"Yes, someone just said: 'can you hear anything'"

"Ow come on, Alastor cant one of your shadows go closer or something?" Asked the radio demon Veggie.

"My dear it is 9 o'clock in the morning there is no shadow where mine could hide, I'm afraid they would notice me."

You were still busy listening but couldn't hear anything due to the voices behind you.

"Guys, cut it out I'm trying to listen."

"Wow he isssss grumpy thissss morning" commented quietly Pentious.

"No, this is just very important for my dear, he left the bed without even saying good morning to me." Alastor said somewhat grumpy.

To this you turned your head.

"Awww honey I didn't know that meant so much to you I'll make up for it I promise." You answered quickly while you turned back around. Only to be met with Angles chest.

"What the heck are you nosy nellies doing here?" Asked Angel looking at all of you.

"Well...ermm." You looked at Husk for help who showed you a thumbs up. This was all you needed as you jumped to hug Angel.

"We want to congratulate you omg you guys are such a cute couple" you almost yelled excitedly.

Angel chuckled and hugged you back.

"Yeah I guess we are." He answered as he put you down and took hold of Husk's hand.

And with that, the Hazbin Hotel got richer with another couple.

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Huskerdust is everything, nothing else matters.💗🥹

Hope you guys liked the story🥰

[gummygowon]

forest green | choi san

word count: 1k

request: forest green + angst (pls with happy ending i cant take sadness 😥💔)/opposites attract + san <3 !! thank u !

warnings: a few losers being mean to sannie

a/n: hi love thank you so much for requesting i'm so sorry this im posting this so late but i really had sm fun with this one i hope you enjoy!

"no shot y/n." your best friend soojin whispers to you as you guys walk out onto the court before the game starts.

"what?" you whisper back, trying to keep the cheerful smile on your face as you wave your forest green pom poms in the air at the crowd.

"you like choi san don't you?"

"what?" you pause, whipping your head to look at soojin.

"be so for real y/n, i can see you looking for his nerdy ass in the crowd right now."

"i am not!" you argue, turning your back to the crowd as the basketball team makes their way onto the court.

"y/n, you have the entire school at your finger tips and you choose choi san? nerdy ass choi san who spends his time in the library every friday night."

"and? i don't mind." you sheepishly answer staring down at your poms as san's cute dimple smile infiltrated your mind.

"my god, y/n, you have the kim mingyu wrapped around your finger and you want san?!?"

"at least san has a brain and isn't a jerk."

"so? he's hot that basically covers everything." soojin defends as you guys walk to the sidelines.

"for you it does." you huff, smoothing out your skirt as you get in your spot that was on the corner of the court. it gave you the perfect view of san who was wearing a forest green sweater to represent your school's colors. he was sitting at the very top of the bleachers looking lost as soon as the game started. a small smile appeared on your face as watch san's eyebrows furrow in confusion trying to understand what was happening in front of him. eventually, his eyes trailed down to the cheerleader section where you were. you caught his gaze and gave him a small wave which he returned with a shy smile.

the crowd erupts in cheers as hongjoong scores the first basket of the game meaning your little moment with san was rudely ended. the game however goes on well as your team absolutely destroys your opponent. cheers erupted the gym as the students shouted in celebration. as one of the cheer leaders you follow your team to the court to make a tunnel for the team as they head back to the locker room.

once they leave, your coach gives out her post game speech and then lets you guys go. to your surprise, you see san waiting outside the gym trying to make himself look busy.

"hey," you softly say bumping his shoulder with yours causing him to jump. "do you need help finding the exit or?"

"no," san scoffs bumping his shoulder into you as revenge, "just thought i should say you did great out there."

a shy smile makes its way to your face as your heart beats against your chest. "thank yo-"

"y/n!" mingyu emerges from god knows where, throwing his arm over you forcing you and san to separate. "you comin' to my house later? my parents are gone and i'm throwing a huge party for tonight's win!"

"oh, i-" you peer over mingyu's large frame to see san looking dejectedly at the floor.

"you're going!" yuqi shouts from behind, another one of your teammates.

you didn't even get a chance to say goodbye as mingyu and his teammates along with yours push you to the parking lot.

"why are you even hanging out with san? isn't he a total loser?" someone asks from behind you.

"yeah, plus he's a total sqaure!"

"little man probably hasn't felt the touch of a woman since his mother changed his diaper!"

"excuse me?" you say utterly in shock that your so called friends are just outwardly saying shit about someone.

before anyone even had a chance to say anything san pushes his way through the crowd angrily.

"san, wait!" you say trying to catch up to him only to have mingyu tug at your wrist.

"leave him be y/n. kid's a loser anyways."

"he is not!" you argue, ripping your arm away from him. "just fuck off and go have your stupid party!"

you made a beeline to your car and drove to the one place you knew san would be at a time like this. the park where the playground was a mix of ugly beige and forest green and where the park overlooked your little hometown. san liked it because it made him like he was on top of the world even if he was treated like shit.

thankfully, san's beat up toyota corolla was parked in front of the playground.

"thought i might find you here." you say in a quiet tone, wrapping your hands around self because of course you forgot your lettermen at home.

san didn't even turn to look at you as he swung slowly on the creaky swing set. "aren't you supposed to be at some party?"

"yeah, but i didn't feel like going." you answer sitting next to san on the other swing.

"so you decided to hang out with a loser on a good friday night?" he sarcastically asks.

"san-"

"why do you even wanna be around me? midterms are over so you don't have to be around me for awhile." san spits, still not even daring to look up at you. "you know, i thought that maybe there would be a chance you actually like me."

your heart cracked at every word that was coming out his mouth. "san, i do. a lot. trust me."

"no you don't." his knuckles turning white because of how hard he was gripping the chains on the swing. "not in the way i do."

still san was refusing to look up at you until you take a hand and place it softly on his cheek. san jumps at your sudden touch before slowly raising his eyes to meet yours.

"i like you sannie." you confess, heart racing a hundred miles per hour. "i don't care what people or even you say about yourself. i like the way your dimples pop out when you smile. i like the way you never get frustrated with him when you're teaching me. i like the way you remember the little things about everyone. i like you, choi san."

"i-are you sure?" he asks to stunned to even respond to your confession.

you nod your head, giggling at the way san was staring at you in shock.

"can i kiss you?"

"of course, sannie." you answer before smiling to the warm kiss.

[thatsexcpisces]

Astrology observations pt. 6

- Aquarius risings come across as very dry and people tend to interpret this as if they’re mad or don’t like someone but that’s just how they are 💀For example, I tell my Aquarius rising friends something interesting that happened to me expecting a big reaction from them (my leo moon lol) and they just reply with like “oh cool🙂” and I take it personally but it’s just they’re personality lol

- I know I’ve probably mentioned this before, but Venusian placements (esp Taurus/Libra moon/mercury) can be really fake friends. This mostly goes for underdeveloped Venusian placements. Once they get envious of something their friend has that they don’t, they turn bitchy and fake with them for no reason even if their friend is a nice person and didn’t do anything wrong

- Having someone’s mercury or sun in your 12th house in synastry can be an indicator that they lie/hide things from you and probably even talk behind your back

- I’ve noticed that people who meet people who’s rising sign is their sun sign, get easily jealous of them. It’s probably because the rising sign person naturally embodies the energy and traits that the sun person has to work harder for to try and express. For example: a Libra sun may be jealous of a Libra rising person because the libra rising automatically represents the positive Libra qualities and draws attention meanwhile the sun person wants to achieve that.

- cancer placements always complain about people being unable to read their mind and know how they feel/what they want when they never expressed themselves in the first place 🤦‍♀️

- Virgo moons 🤝 giving their unsolicited opinion when no one asked

Also Virgo moons 🤝 trying to refrain from saying “I told you so” after someone didn’t take their advice

- Chiron/Pluto in the 4th house can indicate that your family has a lot of dark secrets that they’ve kept from you and that you’ve found out/will find out as you get older

- Venus-Neptune harsh aspects (square/opposite/conjunction) sometimes cant differentiate real love from toxic and unhealthy love

- Neptune-moon aspects, especially harsh ones (square/opposite), have issues seeing people for who they really are. They always wear rose-colored glasses and try to see the good in everyone when they’re blind to someone manipulating and playing them right in front of their face

- Fixed moons would rather jump off a cliff than apologize first or admit they were wrong lmao

- Most people just automatically consider Leo placements the attention-seekers of the zodiac but imo, it can be Capricorns because their negative outlooks and pessimistic tendencies to complain about all the shit that happens to them and that they go through is a subconscious way to make people pity and feel bad for them to draw attention

- Mars in Pisces are terrifying when they’re upset. You’ll never expect it, they will just throw a whole performance on you at the most random time

- good luck trying to win an argument with a Sagittarius mercury. They are BLUNT and MALICIOUS. They won’t have any issues airing all your issues out and calling you out on your bs to the point where you wanna crawl into a hole and die lol

- Capricorn’s are Leo’s are always drawn towards each other for some reason. I see a lot of best friend duos with these 2 signs.

- sun-Pluto aspects have trouble deciding whether they want to be perceived as mysterious and hidden or the center of attention for everyone to see (same goes for having Scorpio and Leo in the big 3)

- mercury square mars in synastry is a tough aspect to have because you two have difficulty understanding each other and misunderstandings are very common. You 2 probably also have a very different love language and can get into arguments easily

- most children usually either have the same sun sign as one of their parents or they have their sun sign in the sign of their parent’s moon sign (or vice versa: child has moon sign as their parent’s sun sign) (or both even have the same moon sign)

- 9th house stelliums have probably been called intelligent at a very young age or people considered them to be mature at a young age

- Venus/sun&mercury in the 10th house people are usually popular or popular amongst their community or their ingroups (leader energy)

- Mars square sun people come off as aggressive and arrogant at first impression

- Scorpio moons can have a very toxic way of showing love/loving people whether it’s their friends or romantic partner. They often show their love in confusing and maybe even bipolar/aggressive ways that the people around them perceive to be as mean or as if they don’t love them but the truth is the Scorpio moon cares very deeply for those people they just have trouble expressing it because their intense sequences of emotions

- Aries Venus love HARD. They are the definition of falling in love at first sight. Once they’re interested in you, good luck trying to get them away or some time alone to yourself . They are clingy asf

- Capricorn moons care so much about what other people think about them

- having your Lilith in the 5th house can mean that you were never able to experience or live out your dream hobbies and creative side as a child. You were forced to grow up too quick and didn’t have a real childhood where you got to spend time enjoying the little things and pleasures

[stargirlie25]

Me having a conversation with an e/riel. Feel free to fact check by looking at the books.

Me: Why do you ship Elain and Azriel?

E/riel: Well for starters, he was the only one to go save Elain when she was in hybern.

Me: First of all, Cassian offered first. Second of all Feyre was also there and saved her (what Elain said)

E/riel: Ok but still it was romantic

Me: But it was not. Because her sister ALSO saved her :) Feyre went to UTM and got tortured,SAed,killed people and died all for Tamlin anyhow...

E/riel: Well Madja said a mate knows whats wrong with their own mate and Az figured out that Elain was a seer.

Me: Elain being a Seer was not what was wrong with her. Also Rhysand figured out Nestas power.

E/riel: Az gave Elain truthteller when he had given it to no one ever.

Me: Only because Mor begged him with tears in her eyes to stay back. Cassian offered her first (again) and then Az offered her TT bc he would not have to use it. Not to mention, Elain only took it when Feyre assured her she would not have to use it. She gave it back without a glance

E/riel: Well Feyre imagined Elain and Az as ´´Death and his lovely fawn´´

Me: Okay. Well did you also catch when she said TT is the only connection between them? Not to mention something admirable about Elain is that she is always full of light. What literally takes away Light? Darkness=Azriel. Not to mention, Azriel is death and his home sucks the life from Elain. Not that Feyres aesthetic painting mind matters anything to me :)

E/riel: What about the fact that Lucien thought Elain was crazy?

Me: What about the fact when he travelled all around to find somebody on a quest so dangerous and the only confirmation he got was from Elain?

E/riel: Elain was wearing Cobalt blue the first time she met Az.

Me: Considering Elains devotion to Graysen, there is a high chance of her wearing that color for Graysen because his crest is cobalt blue. Even if its not true, Lucien wears a coat that´s fawn brown (exact same shade of Elains eyes)

E/riel: A smile and blush bloomed on Azriel in regards to Elain.

Me: Dont care. Thats just an action. Although since you say that, did you know that a smile bloomed on Elains face after her father died (who she loved dearly) in regards to Lucien?

E/riel: What about when a charged glance went through Elain and Azriel.

Me: Sexual attraction. Lots of characters have it like Feyre and tamlin,Aelin and Chaol,Azriel to Mor....

E/riel: Well, Azriel jacks off to Elain every night while looking at the gift he got for her.

Me: Dont be shy you dont have to say a gift. You can say he jacks off to headache powder. No problem. Almost like when Nesta slept with multiple men. Trust me, that does not affect me!

E/riel: Elriel is true mates because Az was the only one to smell Eluciens bond.

Me: Bryce smelled Nessians bound, Ruhn and Lidia smelled bryce and hunts bond, Tamlin smelled feysands.

E/riel: Gwyn is a lightsinger because Az chest sparked because of her.

Me: Well than ig Lidia and Bryce are lightsingers too. Get those evil bitches away from Hunt and Ruhn right?

E/riel: There is nothing romantic for Gwynriel

Me: Thats literally just your penny for thought. Why would i care when SJM provided common banter, mate language and history for Gwynriel, and scenes where they challenge each other when she said history,sparks,conflict,and challenge all makes a good couple.

E/riel: Elain gave two gifts to Az. Not lucien

Me: Headphones for Az bc Nesta and Cass fuck so loud? So romantic i cant! Im so glad my girl SJM is saving the good,meaningful gifts for Elucien.

E/riel: Az waited for Elain to come to the table and told everybody to not eat until Elain came back.

Me: he was thinking of his mother being a slave. Thats what the situation of eating when Elain was tending to everyone reminded him of. How his mother was treated. Its not romantic but it is a very sad thing to think about.

E/riel: Azriel loves Elain. He only has not thought about a future with her because he does not allow himself to!

Me: Honestly i don´t mind that you think that! Although that is not canon. Sleeping with Elain is the only thoughts he PLEASURED himself to. Not allowed himself as some say. Again, that´s just your penny for thought. He says ´´He hadn't gone that far with his planning´´ Meaning sexual thoughts is fine but anything further is like nope, nope,nope,nope,nope too far.

E/riel: Elain literally loses her newfound boldness around Lucien.

Me: There is so many more reasons that we could come up with than what meets the eye. Have you considered it was because she didnt know what to do. Or she saw the look on Lucien ´ s face and shrank because she did not intentionally cause it and felt bad? Or maybe she FELT Luciens pain and shared it because of the bond? So much possibilities to think of especially considering we have limited text and not the actual characters POV. Also i wonder how far she will shrink when she finds out about Az and Rhysands conversation in the bonus chapter. Or maybe she heard it already?

E/riel: Azriel actually gets Elain.

Me: The way he literally does not though! When Elain begs the IC not to kill graysen Az says its best for him to be killed in acosf. When Elain says nesta cant make choices for her and then Az says she should not be exposed to the innate darkness even though later we figure out Elain is willing? When Elain says she is not a child to be fought over and than Az says he will defeat Lucien in a blood duel with her?

E/riel: Scrying is dangerous! Of course Azriel did not want her too.

Me: Yet, he said ´´Nesta really should do scrying´´ but not Elain because he underestimates her. Which is the ONLY thing SJM provides to what Az could have been doing.

E/riel: Azriel listened to Elains laugh probably because he loves the sound!

Me: Maybe its because Elain never ever laughs like that around him or the ic He was literally monitoring them which means to keep tabs on someone which directly relates to his fricking job 😂. So many words to choose from and SJM chose monitoring.

E/riel: Az gave Elain a rose necklace.

Me: Ok and? Elain gave it back. She does not want that shit. He gave it to another person. It felt wrong to clasp it around Elains neck but it sparked something in his chest and made him smile for Gwyn.

E/riel: Lucien only sees Elain for his mate but Azriel sees her for her.

Me: Nope. His reason for wanting to kiss Elain was simply ´´What fi the cauldron was wrong´´ and refers to Elain as the 3rd. She is literally a theory or more so a possibility to him. One he has not thought through in the slightest. Also, Lucien was going crazy in hybern in regards to Elain before he knew of their bond AND Elain has not accepted the bond yet he still cares for her.

E/riel: Elain called Azriels scars beautiful.

Me: first of all, its a 50% chance she called his scars beautiful. Feyre said she was not sure which one she was complimenting, the scars, or the big glowing cobalt siphon atop his hand. Second of all, even if it was 100% fact that she said his scars specifically was beautiful, it seems he does not believe it at all. He tries to not to look at his hands. He does not want to taint her with his presence or touch her beautiful skin with his scars.

E/riel: His shadows vanish around Elain and lightens. They also do that around mor who he was in love with for 500 years. Also his shadows are like snakes ready to strike in regards to Elain.

Me: Shadows lighting and vanishing are the same thing. Light takes away darkness as darkness takes away light (another reason why they are horrible together) His shadows are losing its darkness around Elain and Mor. Mor was wrong for him. The amount of pain it caused him to be in Love with her? Want that to continue with Elain and Az? Azriel does not need his darkness to be hidden. He needs it to be embraced *insert Gwyn*

E/riel: SJM would never pass on a good angsty trope like forbidden love!

Me: firstly, the only thing forbidding e/riel is Elain herself. If she rejects the bond, she can be with Az all she wants and NO ONE has a say on that. Not Rhysand. Not feyre. Not cassian. Not Lucien himself. Although she hasnt after 2 years. There is an answer to why. Its not like Elain knows she has to wait until her own book to reject it. Second of all, Forbidden love is the absolute WORST trope to give BOTH of them. For Elain, she has always hid in the shadows of her sisters in the series and the fandom. You really think Elain Archeron always full of light wants to hide in the darkness and play out Azriel´s fantasies? As for Azriel, he has been secretly silently in PAIN loving Mor for 500 years. So you want him to go through it again with Elain? No. He wants the bond nessian and feysand have. The love they share. The joy of being with your equal. The connection of a mating bond. Being proud to showcase it to the world. Forbidden love would just tear them apart.

E/riel: SJM does not write about virgin romances! Plus Gwyn is a virgin!

Me: Yes she can. Gwyn already lost her virginity against her will so biologically she is not going through the bleeding and the actual losing her physical virginity. Although it is a fact she has never slept with someone. The scene where Cassian *ahem* first enters nesta is very descriptive and SJM describes the pain of Cassian entering her......So yes she can for sure write about Gwyn having sex. This is also goes against the statement that Gwyn cant have sex because of her trauma. False. She is interested in romance books and asks Nesta if the sex was good. I think Gwyn would enjoy sex with someone she trusts in and out.

[the-duchess-of-domination]

Bad Berries

i have always be obsessed with the idea of wild berries. some are a delicious, tart treat, and some can make you sick as a dog. which one you get can be a gamble.

imagine, for a moment, a young male traveler trotting through a lush forest. he’s the kind of guy that goes village to village and doesn’t stay in one place for too long. in his travels he’s acquired quite an eclectic taste for foods from all different regions, so he’s pretty brash and adventurous with his appetite.

the forest stretches on, maybe even for days, and he quickly notices his hunger. he’s run out of rations from the last village, and there isn’t an end to this forest in sight. maybe he took a wrong turn.

he continues, getting hungrier and hungrier, to the point that he starts considering mushrooms and acorns. however, he doesn’t have to resort to that. his prayers are answered when he notices a berry bush along the path with ripe, juicy, blue-colored berries. without hesitation he pops one into his mouth. it’s ripe with sweetness. it practically explodes in his mouth. he gathers a healthy portion using the hem of his shirt as a basket and periodically plops them into his mouth as he trots along, his hunger sated until he gets to the next village. his fingers are stained blue, and so is his mouth.

after finishing the berries, within an hour he’s feeling hot, hot enough to visibly moisten his shirt. he sponges a sickly sweat from his brow. the traveler doesn’t want to admit to himself he’s feeling a little feverish. maybe the temperature has risen with the midday sun…certainly, that must be all it is, right?

when a turbulent feeling settles into his stomach, he knows he can’t be so lucky. his steady pace has slowed to a snail’s crawl. he puts a hand on his belly and burps up a sweet taste. by this point he decides to sit down on a fallen log and assess the situation. he’s so dripping hot that he shucks off his cape. his eyes fall to his belly. his heart starts hammering against his ribs.

the buttons of his shirt are straining. he can feel his belly swelling and churning. i imagine the traveler is already a bit husky, so he cant believe how tight and full his big tummy has gotten. the longer he sits, the worse he feels, and the more his tummy boils and froths with the berries. he rubs his belly, trying desperately to settle it. he can hear and feel it gurgling in waves as it continues to bloat.

he decides to power on, what else can he do? he clutches his upset stomach and trudges forward, starting to feel a little light-headed and fuzzy. the pain worsens, and soon his throat and mouth are feeling thick. everything gets slow and starts spinning. the traveler collapses onto his knees, dry heaving like a sick cat. when he can’t get anything up, he crawls over to a tree and rests against it, groaning and clutching his berry-filled belly.

imagine you’re a healing witch or warlock, and on your midday walk you find him slumped there. by looking at the blue stain on his lips and fingers, you know exactly what’s wrong. this isn’t the first poisoning you’ve seen. you help him up, and with your arm over his shoulders you lead him back to your cottage. you tuck him into bed with a wet, cold towel on his forehead. there is a bucket at the side of his bed. he’s restless, tossing and turning from side to side, moaning and groaning about the pain and how hot and feverish he feels. he’s delirious and can barely articulate himself. you hush him and put a tea kettle on the stove, promising a remedy that will help.

you return with a tea cup and help tip it into his mouth. he guzzles it all, and you tell him the only way to feel better is to get everything up, which your medicinal tea will help do. he groans, panting hard, complaining that he doesn’t want to throw up.

minutes pass. in his delirium he worriedly tells you the tea isn’t working. you laugh, and promise that it will. no sooner do you say that he winces. the traveler tells you he’s not feeling too good all of a sudden. he begins to retch and gropes for the bedside bucket. you place it in front of him on the bed, rubbing his back as he gets the berries up.

the traveler stays overnight. you watch him closely to make sure he’s okay. he falls into a fitful bout of sleep, waking the next day confused as to where he is and how he got there. you tell him he ate some poisonous berries and went into shock. you tell him he’s going to be alright, and in no time you send the traveler on his way with a belly full of breakfast.

you await the next traveler that mistakenly eats from your berry bush.

[earthry]

Mafia Boss Copia x Reader (Headcanons)

i cant find where i saw it but someone commented on one of my posts several days ago with 'evil copia' or smth and it's been stuck in my head. but also its me so he's evil but also a sweetheart so. here's evil copia and then i make him not-evil.

tw: implied/assumed infidelity, kidnapping (not by copia), violence/murder, copia makes a few oopsies and then does his best to make up for it, gn!reader

He would never raise his voice at you let alone a hand— could never in his life imagine doing such a thing to you. Others however? He almost relishes the way their bodies go slack when he’s had a hand around their throats for just the right amount of time. 

He’s not a full on sadist, but he does enjoy causing pain to those he seems deserving. He has a strong (albeit a little twisted) sense of right and wrong and isn’t afraid to put down his believes. 

The first time he meets you, he thinks that you’re such an angel that it has to be an act, there has to be something, a catch, anything. Humans are inherently folly, there’s no way someone as sweet and gentle as you exists.

You’re immediately charmed by him and he’s intrigued by you so he gives you a chance. He takes you out on a nice date and steals your heart without remorse, not knowing that you were giving it to him freely.

Things seem happy in paradise, he’s the perfect boyfriend, the most thoughtful partner.

Except he tests you, and each time you surprise him with patience and understanding. So he keeps on testing and testing, begins to go out with others and flirt around. He’s waiting for the jealousy, the rage, the pettiness— your true colors. He’s so sure he has it in the bag when one day he comes back with lipstick smudges on his neck and the look on your face is of pure horror.

Instead of the satisfaction and smugness of finally causing a reaction however, he only feels sudden waves of guilt, especially when your look of horror melts into a heartbroken despair instead of jealousy.

You don’t yell or scream or shout. You don’t accuse him of anything, you don’t ask him about the lipstick. Instead, you sink to your knees with a soft sob, hiding your face in your hands and trying to stifle your cries.

He doesn’t know what to do— not this scenario. This was not what he had expected and each sniffle you try to muffle before standing up and apologizing for making a scene makes him hate himself even more.

—

It hurts. Watching him with others, listening to him talk so sweetly and playfully while you’re only a few feet away. You try to convince yourself that it’s just the way he is, that’s his personality and you can hardly fault him for that, right? 

You’re afraid of confrontation, of facing the truth when he’s everything you never thought you could have. When it’s just the two of you, he’s so silly and sweet. He treats you like royalty and holds you so gently. You’re so loved.

It must be you that’s the issue then, right?

The night he comes home with lipstick stains and hickies decorating his neck it’s lIke your world is ending. 

He looks smug as all hell and you wonder to yourself— why?

Is it because he wasn’t satisfied with you? Was it your inexperience that he’s either bored or disgusted with? Was it because you weren’t good enough? Weren’t lovable enough? 

Or was it that you were blind the entire time, that you ignored all the signs because you were just so desperate to be loved, so desperate to finally have this one good thing?

You’re too busy facing your biggest fears to see the look of regret and guilt on Copia’s face, too busy trying not to drown to see him reel in his own emotions, to watch his expressions flash from smug to uncertainty to guilt and regret, and finally to a resolve. A decision.

He pulls you into his arms and you want to fight him but you also can’t help but cling. Your sobs get louder and his arms tighten around you, beginning to rock you back and forth soothingly.

You eventually collapse against him, and still you don’t ask the unimaginable. 

His words feel sugary as he comforts you— you’re not sure what to believe anymore— murmuring reassurances and promises that there’s only you, just you. No one else. He was a fool, he tells you, he was a stupid, stupid fool and it was just a dumb joke and he loves you wholeheartedly, adores you dearly. He’s not going anywhere.

But still. It doesn’t change the fact that those are another’s lipstick staining his neck, his collar. Another’s lips that bit and sucked those hickies into his skin. That marked him as theirs and not yours.

He manages to calm you down, until you’re only soft little sniffles and the occasional hiccup. That night he makes you something light for dinner; a comfort food with your favorite tea. He puts on one of your favorite shows and kisses your forehead before leaving to wash up. To shower and get rid of all the evidence of another’s claim on him.

He stands alone in the bathroom and stares at his reflection in his mirror. He wonders who he is now, if he’d fallen under your spell. But then he thinks about everything that is you— your laugh, your smile, your quirks. Your kindness, your patience, the sound of your voice.

He’s haunted by the look on your face when you realized he’d been marked by another and was unapologetic about it. He certainly is apologetic now. Regretful. Guilty.

He knows he’s a horrible man, a cruel one. He knows he’s done awful things. Learned from his father, his brothers. He decides that this is something he’ll never do again.

Never. Not to you.

When he’s fresh and clean, he dresses himself in comfortable sweats and seeks you out— you’re in the living room with your food that you’ve barely had much of. You’re not paying attention to the TV. You’re curled up on the couch.

Copia clenches jaw. He really is a bastard.

Gingerly, he coaxes you up and pulls you onto his lap so he can feed you. You’re reluctant but he manages to feed you at least half of dinner. Each bite you take is met with praise and words of love.

They don’t sink in, they don’t mean anything to you. Not anymore. You try to hang onto them, though. Try to relish the temporary affection you’re receiving while he’s still here. You’d be naive and foolish for thinking he’d stay, for thinking he’d love you unconditionally.

When you’re fed, he helps you change into comfortable pajamas; not protesting or commenting like he usually does when you pick out one of his oversized shirts for comfort. It’s the one that says ‘VVLGAR’ and you hope maybe when he finally leaves, maybe he’ll at the very least let you keep this one. A consolation prize.

He tucks you into bed and holds you close. Whispers his good night and love for you. You know it’s a lie but it’s nice to hear, to pretend it’s not.

Things change after that. He’s gentle with you, as if you’re spun from glass.

He never looks at another again, never touches or flirts again. Not in front of you, not behind your back either. 

He could never do that to you again. He treasures you, loves you. He never wants to hurt you again. 

Good things never last however, and you know it’s only a matter of time until he goes out to seek another’s warmth and company again. You spend months steeling yourself, letting yourself get used to the idea. It’s not healthy or good for you, but you’re so desperate to hold onto him that you think to yourself— if letting him sleep around and see others will keep him around longer, then why not?

Sure, the mere thought of it feels like a stab to the heart. Sure, you know that it won’t last forever and anyone you asked would tell you that it’s a bad idea.

But fuck— when he smiles at you and takes your hand in his, raising them to kiss your palm, to nuzzle with his cheek as he tells you how much he missed you while he was out, when he sits you in his lap and plays with your hair and teases you with light laughter and smothers you with kisses while you dissolve into giggles— you don’t want to give that up.

And you don’t have to, but you don’t realize that. Not yet. 

Copia can see it in your eyes, when you’re having a good time and then suddenly you’re quiet and there’s a sadness in the way you cuddle close and tell him that you love him dearly. He always makes sure to squeeze you a little extra tight for comfort, telling you that he’s not going anywhere, never again.

It takes a while for you to finally realize that he’s telling the truth— it takes you getting kidnapped as leverage against him to convince you that maybe, just maybe, he’s not going anywhere. Not now, not soon, not ever. 

It’s a bloodbath, the amount of carnage he sheds to find you. He takes down several of his competitors in the process— burning them completely to the ground without survivors. It terrifies the remaining rival groups into hiding for years after. 

He finds you eventually, and oh the way he holds you, the way he almost collapses with relief to see you alive and breathing. You’re a little worse for wear but you’re okay. You’re going to be okay. He cuts the ropes binding you to the chair and sweeps you off your feet, refusing to let you walk even a single step. He carries you back to his house and calls for Aether, not trusting anyone else to be close to you. 

Aether does an excellent job of healing your injuries before he dips, knowing that Copia is a little beyond bordering feral at this point. The entire time he’s been holding you in his lap, clutching you to him as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

He promises you that he’ll make sure that this never happens again, that you’ll be safe. He apologies to you, for putting you in danger just by being with him. He’s gentle with you for months and months to come— even more gentler than he usually is. 

And throughout all of this, you know that you’re so completely and ardently loved and the next time he tells you, promises you, that he’s not going anywhere, that he loves you so so much— you believe him. 

[autism-connoisseur]

what's your take on karkat now that you know his big secret?

genuinely amazing how his whole personality is a defense mechanism.... this guy cares he cares so much but his whole life hes had to push people away lest they Find Out.... living in constant alert ever since he had consciousness of how Different he was and how dangerous that was for him, knowing that everyone around him would cull him on the spot if they found out about It.... if im not mistaken trolls' tears are the color of their blood so he also had to repress himself to Not Cry. and for a person as emotional as karkat thats such a challenge!! not even out of sadness, or grief, but people also cry out of happiness, nostalgia, frustration, anger... those two especially i can see happening to karkat. and hed hate it.

he can be so Mean sometimes, perpetually angry... sure, it might be part of his personality, he is definitely easily irritated and prone to heat-of-the-moment decisions (like when he ran sollux's code and promptly exploded his computer and cast a curse on himself & his friends) but like i said, he's lived his entire life having to be Alert, not being able to let his guard down, because he would die if he did!! and at the same time he needs to prove himself, prove that despite being Wrong and Different he can do things!! he can be useful!!! maybe if he makes himself useful enough someone will even see him as a person and not just a mutant... thats why he is so dead set on being the leader. much like dave he has lived his whole life Needing To Be In Control Of Things (rose too, but shes more like she needs to Understand People, if she can read people correctly then she can avoid them flipping on her (no she cant that is not how it works babe)), but whereas dave is content with letting june be the leader (even if he wants to surpass her, hes very much doing his own thing anyways) karkat NEEDS to be the leader because that way he will prove that hes capable (to his friends in particular but to society as a whole, they are basically a mini representation of society anyways with each of them representing each caste).

but also he blames himself, he blames himself so much whenever anything goes slightly wrong and that feeling just gets amplified since he ran sollux's virus. it's a vicious circle for him since he needs to be in control and call the shots to feel like hes useful (defense mechanism, you wouldn't get rid of an useful pest even if he was a pest now would you?), but whenever something goes wrong under his command he freaks out (maybe relating it to his blood color? like he is Bad so this happened. also we know he takes sollux's virus's curse very seriously), he takes it as proof that He Personally Is Wrong and obviously everyone knows this, but since he doesnt want to be seen as that and he wants society to accept him without ever realizing there was a reason they shouldnt (see: also why he wanted to join the military or some part of it at the very least) he doubles on his efforts on Controlling everything.

and when he realizes they created our universe, it finally gives him a chance to be above someone. to be the powerful and not the powerless, the respected and not the shunned. its why he treats the beta kids as stupid, inferior beings, and why he constantly points out that he is their god even though he isnt (well he technically is but you get it). it mimicks the way some highbloods treat lowbloods, but where the highbloods are like that because society told them it's their natural right that they were born with, karkat does it to forget what that same society told him: that he was somehow intrinsically worse than anyone else. so bad, in fact, that he'd be better of dead. actually, he'd be so better off dead that they want him dead, that they will kill him as soon as they find him. so of course he takes the chance to not feel like that! of course he wants to feel superior! he needs to be the one above for once, he needs that control over someone instead of feeling like he needs to watch out for everything and anything. he sees a chance to not be the lowest link in the chain, and he takes it. sure, he may be a mutant, but theyre human... and not just any humans. the very same humans that doomed their session, the session karkat threw himself into because not only did it grant him escape from a planet that hated his existence (as much as he also idealized, trying to fit in, trying to not be seen as Abnormal even though all the beta trolls are Abnormal & don't fit in), it also gave him the chance to, like i said, prove himself.

he trusts his friends, he does, and he said he'd tell them his blood color eventually. but he needed to be ready and that's why both jack noir & terezi, or at least their reactions, are so important to him. neither of them shuns him, they don't attack him, they don't make fun of him of call him aberrant or do anything that most trolls would. fair, jack noir isn't a troll, and he doesn't even understand why karkat is freaking out. but when he shows him his own blood, the same color, karkat is suddenly not alone. even if red blood doesn't mean anything special to jack, to karkat it means the world to see that he is not some abomination, that the universe didn't signal him out to be different than the rest forever and always. and terezi, terezi is what really does it for him. shes somewhat high in the hemospectrum, she is someone that karkat likes (and apparently kissed! good for him because God knows the kid didn't let anyone in out of fear of being found out), she is a troll. and she doesn't mind. she even calls him adorable in the same log! the beta trolls are outcasts of the alternian society; and they are karkat's friends. that's why he was willing to tell them eventually: it was his secret to keep and his secret to share. and even if terezi found out when he wasn't ready yet, her reaction was absolutely positive. again, these kids are the furthest away from troll society as they can be, almost its opposite, which is why karkat thought about telling them, is willing to tell them. he knows hes safe with them.

ive seen people point out how his handle (carcinoGeneticist) references his sign (carcinogenesis is the process by which an organism gains cancer) and both these things represent how hes considered an anomaly & something to be rid of, something sick; i also think it's. ironic that he's the knight of blood, but i don't know enough about classpects yet to analyze that. it must have felt like a cruel joke to him, though, being told that his literal title was someone who fights for the same thing he's ostracized for. it would certainly piss me off that's for sure.

[blueicequeen19]

Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 4

Warnings: public unprotected sex, cheating, fingering, insecurity, jealousy

Three days.

Three long agonizing days go by. I hide out at my parents beach house, unable to stop my pathetic tears or eating my feelings. He doesn’t have my number so he cant text me but I did manage to get his number. Every time I think I want to text him, I remember how he dismissed me to deal with Kiarra.

What did he tell her? Would she stay quiet? Did he see how she looked at him?

On top of everything else, my stupid boyfriend is blowing my phone up about Midsummers. He’s worried about his suit matching my dress. I have to get the right shade or it’ll clash. I’d rather show up in something totally opposite just to piss him and our parents off. I didn’t give a shit about coordinating outfits and pictures for the paper. Not anymore.

I needed to get JJ Maybank out of my head and out of my body. I wished I’d listened to him after the first time and called it off. Letting it just be a one time thing like he said. Now, we were in too deep. I missed him. I craved him. He was stand offish most of the time but he was sweet and charming. He genuinely cared even if it was too much. Even if it would fuck him over in the end.

I hated how torn up I was over a dirty hot Pogue.

My phone rings for the 13th time today and it’s not even two in the afternoon. I groan, answering it without even having to look at the caller ID.

“What, Bryce?” I bite out.

“Good morning to you, too.” Bryce snaps, the irritation clear in his tone.

“It’s two in the afternoon.” I retort, downing the rest of my coffee.

“Whatever. Have you picked up your dress yet?” Bryce asks, like I didn’t read and ignore his 37 texts messages.

“No.”

“I figured. I made an appointment for you to pick it up at four today. So get ready and make yourself decent. You’ll need to get your nails done too.” I ground my teeth until I swore they’d shatter.

“I don’t need you to—.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to lately and I don’t care. This is Midsummers. We get through this and people will leave us alone until we go back to school. Just get your shit taken care of.” Bryce hangs up before I can comment. I slam my phone down on the island, fighting back angry tears.

Might as well get this shit done and over with. It’ll take me two hours to get ready anyway.

I don’t stop the roll of my eyes when the shop owner brings out a pastel pink, high neck, floor length dress. No fucking way.

“You don’t like it? It’s the one Mr. Riley picked out for you.”

“No, I don’t like it. Please bring me anything you have that’s strapless and knee length, as far from that color as possible.” The shop owners eyes nearly bug out at my request but I don’t care. I snatch up a pair of six inch heels and find the dressing rooms at the back of the store. I strip, slipping on the heels in nothing but my thong when there’s a knock on the door.

“Just hang them up and I’ll get them.” I scoff. I wait a moment before opening the door and reaching for the hangers. I furrow my brows when I’m met with nothing and suddenly the door is pulled from my grasp and someone shoves their way inside, locking the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, falling back on my ass on the bench. JJ’s eyes narrow, taking in my nearly naked appearance and heels. Whatever he was going to say seems to leave him as he starts to breathe harder, his eyes darkening with desire. I could feel the tension between us. My entire body reacted to his intense gaze. I loved more than anything knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off me no matter where we were.

“You cannot be here.” I hiss, carefully standing and concealing my chest by crossing my arms. His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw clenched like he’s angry.

“Big date?” JJ asks as his eyes lock on my ass in the mirror behind me. He bites his bottom lip as he brushes his hair out of his eyes, looking like he wants to take a bite.

“Midsummers.” I scowl, feeling the heat wash over my limbs. JJ doesn’t comment, just continues to stare at my body with hooded eyes so I push more.

“How’s Kiarra?” My jealousy reared it’s ugly head and my face burned bright red. I didn’t realize how pissed off I was until I had to face him again.

“Don’t worry about Kie.” His calm, dismissive tone only pisses me off further. He doesn’t even look me in the eye when he says it because he’s too busy looking at my pussy. My temper boils over.

“Get out. Get the fuck out. I never wa—.” My angry words are cut off by him wrapping his hand around my throat and yanking me against him, kissing me hard. I shove at his chest, ready to fight when he fists my hair, pinning me against the wall as his tongue dives in my mouth. I kiss him back just as hard and feverishly, biting at his lips while pushing at his firm chest. I knew as soon as he got his hands on me, I’d turn to putty.

He hikes my leg up on the bench, his fingers tugging the strap of my thong to the side and spreading my lips.

“Stop. Not here.” I whimper, terrified of getting caught with him here. My life would be over but my vagina didn’t care as he expertly strokes my clit, smearing my arousal.

“Then you better cum fast.” JJ growls against my lips, his fingers entering me hard. I gasp, fisting his shirt as pleasure erupts all over my body. He presses his lips to mine to silence my moan, just as there’s a knock at the door letting me know my dresses are ready. My body arches off the wall as he curls his fingers.

“Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. For more? For him to stop?

“You ghosted me for three days.” JJ growls, adding a third finger and stretching my pussy painfully wide.

“You have no right to be jealous of Kiarra when you’re shopping for Midsummers to go with your fucking boyfriend.” He strokes my G-spot, my legs threatening to give out as my entire body trembles.

“M-my boyfriend doesn’t look at me the way Kiarra looks at you.” I bite out. His brows furrow, eyes narrowing as he jerks his hand harder. I cum with a sob, dripping from his hand and down my thighs as it wrecks me completely.

“Did you ever stop to think about how I look at you?” JJ whispers, his expression softening just a little as he removes his hands. His eyes become hooded and there’s a pink hue to his cheeks as he pants. My heart swells as I stare back at him, sliding my hands up to grab the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. My insecurity and jealousy seems to melt away as he devours my lips with more intensity. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he snarls, grabbing my ass and grinding his cock against my belly.

“There’s only you.” JJ murmurs, setting off more butterflies inside me.

I wanted him now more than anything. I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath. I quickly slide my hands down, tearing at the button on his shorts and he smiles.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard.” I pant, shoving his shorts and boxers down his thighs then wrapping my hand around his length.

“You wouldn’t be able to be quiet with how hard I want to fuck you. You drive me fucking crazy.” He spins me, pressing my front to the wall and turning my head to watch us in the mirror. I watched as he guided his bare cock to my entrance, bending his knees just slightly before thrusting upwards inside me. I bite back a moan, my eyes fluttering closed from the delicious full feeling.

“Don’t ever leave my body.” JJ growls, thrusting inside me slow and hard. His hand finds my throat and I completely relax against him, panting against the wall as I watch the pleasure wash over his face.

“I thought you didn’t want this.” I rasp, reaching backwards and clinging to his thigh. I wanted all of him against me. I wanted to feel him sweat. I’d scream and beg except I’d almost forgotten where we were.

“I changed my mind.” His lips find my neck and I clench around him, as it drove me crazy to watch him fuck me in the mirror. To see the way he responded to me. I did that. I drove him crazy. I made him hot and wild and feral with need. Kiarra didn’t do that. I did that.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispers into my ear, giving me chills and making me moan softly.

“No.” I murmur, my body on the brink of another explosive orgasm. JJ grunts into my hair, his hand tightening around my throat as we reach our peaks.

“God, I love these heels on you.” His hips snap forward harder and harder until I can’t breathe as the wave takes me under and he’s moaning into my ear as he paints my insides. Our bodies tremble against each other as my pussy milks him dry. We stay like that for what feels like hours although it’s probably only minutes.

His kisses turn sweeter, his hands caressing every part of my skin he can. I’m almost ready to go again when there’s another knock on the door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” I gasp, pushing away from JJ at the sound of Bryce on the other side of the door.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Love Like Cherry Blossoms

—Osamu Dazai X Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a normal citizen with a normal life. Everything in her life goes as planned; work, home, eat, sleep and back to work; but things suddenly change when she switches bodies with a member of the ADA, by accident.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor

Warnings: Mentions of male genitals, Coming out of coma, Body swapping

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: This chapter is based on the webtoon "Turn to prince charming", which is where I got the original idea from. It's available on webcomics if you're interested!

Series Masterlist ⇝ Part Two

Vacuity.

It's what you've been feeling for... How long? You're not exactly sure, but it seems to be quite a while from the looks of it.

This place seems... Unfamiliar. Numb, senseless, and disturbing. You're floating around in a blank space you don't recognize, the light is blocking your vision and no matter how much you struggle, you can't move a single inch. This torpidness is illogically painful, you want to cry but there's no such thing as tears coming out of your eyes. It's only fear, tediousness, and irritation. But what hurts the most is...

You don't know what to do to free yourself from this nightmare.

Wake up.

It's a new voice coming from behind, and it feels so holy that you almost think it's a figment of your imagination and turn a blind eye to it; but you keep hearing it continuously. It's calling out to... You probably, since you're the only one who's present; but that's why you're confused.

Someone else has stepped into this dismal dimension.

...Actually, no; he was probably here from the beginning. He's been watching you from the very start, and after all the time you tried to run away from the blinding lights, now he wants to offer you a hand and help you out.

About time.

You look around, desperately searching for any sign of life and moving thing, but there's no one here except you, yet the voice doesn't stop echoing in the space.

Wake up.

You want to take his hand and run away with him, but you can't see any hand stretched out to hold yours and help you up. His voice comes from a very close distance, like he's whispering it next to your ear. Even though you cant see him, it doesn't scare you; it caresses your soul, comforts your broken heart, and kisses your spiritual scars.

You want to see your savior.

You cry out for him. Your throat stings and you cry out again and again, but nothing changes; except for his sentence becoming longer.

You should wake up.

And that's when you finally meet his cold, gorgeous hazel eyes; and through his bright, rueful smile, you suddenly realize the truth.

He isn't your savior.

He's just another victim.

"I know that it hurts, but you need to wake up"

When your eyes finally shoot open, the lights in the room bothers you again; but in the brief second you caught a glimpse of the room, you recognize the white walls, a packet of serum hanging on a metal pile, and the figure of a white haired boy sitting next to your bed, dozing off.

A hospital.

But I don't know this person.

You look around the room for any sign of familiarity, but when you don't find anything again, a frustrated sigh escapes you lips.

Well, at least I can move around now.

Careful not to wake the man up, you get out of the bed and drag the metal pile with you to a door you assume is the bathroom, which turns out to be right when you open it. You feel a bit dizzy that might be actually the result of your long coma; but there's another strange thing as well;

you're taller than you used to be.

Shaking your head to the side, you shrug your shoulders and unzip your pants to get rid of the pressure coming from your full bladders; but just as you're about to sit on the toilet, something new catches your eye.

A penis.

You giggle lightly and take a look at your member again. People were right! It sure is small when it's not erected. It has the same color as your skin and It kind of looks weird too... But at least it's shaved! Not completely though... But you can work with this too. And also...

Now you can pee while standing up!

Maybe life is showing its kind side to you again.

You mumble your favorite song as you take a piss, excited when it goes right inside the toilet. You're so good at aiming! If there was ever a competition about who can shoot their urine right inside the toilet, you probably would have been the winner, although this is actually the first time you're trying this out.

Wait.

You look at the penis again, and your blood freezes in your veins, because the last time you checked, you were definitely a woman.

Did you... get gender bent? Maybe they had to... turn you into a guy to save your life? What a pile of nonsense! Even if that's true...

Why are you taller than before?

You get up as fast as you can and run toward the mirror, and when you look at yourself, you're met with a foreign face of a brunette man with dashing looks. What shocks you more is his eyes, the same eyes you saw before you regain consciousness. You later realize that the voice you heard before is also his; but now, all you try to do is to scream, which results in a strident sound reminding you that sadly, men can't scream, and also in two people barging inside the bathroom- one of them is the one you saw earlier, and the other one is a white haired young boy, who's wearing an expression like he's been worried sick.

"Dazai? What's going on?"

Dazai?

As the taller man speaks up, you wonder if you recall knowing anyone named "Dazai", who you've been mistaken for. But maybe this isn't a mistake after all- maybe it's time for you to face the truth;

that you've switched bodies with some guy you don't even know.

Yet you still got a question to answer.

Looking at the blonde's stressed face, you bite your bottom lip with discomfort and let out a worried gasp.

"I... I have a penis, and I look hot"

His teeth grit.

"No Kunikida! Don't hit him!"

Dazai on the other hand, is having the time of his life.

"C'mon ladies! What are you afraid of? Hug me a bit tighter!"

Your friends share a confused look between each other and tighten their grip around whom they assume is you, but is actually a perverted man with handsy manner.

"Ahhhhh, I nearly died. What a tragedy indeed! Aren't you all happy that I've survived? You can express your happiness by giving me a kiss, you know. I won't mind it at all~"

For someone who's been in a coma for nearly two weeks, Dazai sure is energetic. The doctors were all so taken aback that they got him a blood test to check if he's feeling alright or not, but everything was normal, except for his behavior. Well, yours, to be specific. Your friends have never seen you so... weird; yet they don't say anything because you're back, and that's all that matters. Nearly.

Dazai is feeling blessed. At first he was disappointed since he was literally at death's door but somehow survived; but all those negative feelings faded away when he looked down and saw two pair of boobs on his body. His lips curled up into a wide smirk, and then called out for the people outside, bringing him to his current situation.

One of your friends caresses his hair and looks at him with pure concern. "Y/n... Are you really ok? We wanted to sue that scumbag who hit you with his car, but he also got lapsed into a coma and we weren't sure if you wanted us to... "

Scumbag? Oh! They're talking about him.

"No need to do that, pretty! I'm sure he's a decent man with pure heart and killer looks— besides, accidents happen, right?"

"Oh? Sure... Apparently he's waken up too by the way! You might not wanna sue him but we can go to his room and kick that careless ass of his! Why don't you wanna sue him anyway? These careless people piss me off— he nearly took your life!"

Dazai feels a tiny bit guilty. All he wanted to do was to mess with Kunikida, and what better way than stealing the key of his new car? Although he was caught in the act and had to turn on the engine in order to run away from a shouting, raged Kunikida, forgetting the fact that he doesn't know how to drive a car. He eventually lost control of the car and all he thought of doing was to pull up the car, to avoid crashing into anything.And of all people, you had to run in the middle of the road.

All Dazai saw before his head hit the windscreen was you, collapsing on the ground, your head getting struck against the street corner.

"No need... Actually, if his colleague— or whatever, comes here, shoo him away somehow. Tell him that he's one hundred percent forgiven but I don't want to see them ever again, ok? Especially if the guy's name was Kunikida"

Right. For now, all he should do is relax, enjoy himself and avoid everyone until things get calmer.

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365 strokes of love — hjs

joshua hong x reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: when an immaculate artist have scavenged the wonders of the world to create her own masterpiece, she fell right behind disappointment knowing that she had more passion within her. finally having a muse for her recent painting— her life, she experienced a tragic event damaging her gift in life; the hands of a god. she fell into a rabbit hole of depression, slowly hoping that as she climbs up the fiery hells of paralysis she desires to find love in life, art, herself and the man who strokes her heart away from her chest.

warning: disability, depressive episodes, smut

your eyes welded up with tears as you stared at your hands. being sad was an understatement, you gazed around your painting studio filled with tools and colorful objects, but today it seems like it didn’t bring you an ounce of hope.

you were living like this for months, now that it was your 9th month, it felt like forever.

you wanted to remember how it was like to have your wooden brushes pressed against your fingers, the texture of your favorite cup smoothing around your fingers for a cup of tea before you start sketching your way into your fantasies.

these things seemed such small irrelevant things, but now that you have temporary lost your ability to do these things, it feels like eternity to have them back again.

but today was much sadder, you thought that there was no way that you would gain your abilities back.

the doctor said it was supposed to be 3 months, for the usual cases.

you had to fight back to horrid screams you wanted to release, why did it had to be you? why was there a careless driver swerving to your lane in a sunday evening.

you were an artist, your hands were your everything. you would jokingly laugh about how your friends would tell you that you could always learn with your feet while you were recovering and soon curse away the pains of you straining yourself for a huge leap of recovery.

you were useless, you thought so yourself. how could you walk around the house but not make yourself breakfast. it was absurd to be held guilty of the karma that wasn’t supposed to yours.

you were sure to sue the drunk bastard that drove his truck.

you didn’t want his money, nothing from him at all, but your abilities back to its uses.

“y/n” a faint knock was heard from your door

your gaze shifting to the door, you saw joshua with a smile on his face greeting you merrily.

“joshua, come in” you forced out a grin mirroring his.

“please stop that ugly ideas from that beautiful head of yours, i could sense it from a block away” he told you as he sat on the stool next to your canvas.

he knew you too well, it was from all the time you spent together, he was an apprentice sort of.

he wanted to study your art and everything about it, it was absurd for you. the trophies, medals and certificates told you otherwise though.

he had a job and he wanted to learn painting as a hobby, you were surprised that he hadn’t withdrawn his payments and sessions right after the accident.

“why do you even bother going here, i can’t teach you anymore” you sighed.

“sure you can, doesn’t mean you can’t show me that i cant learn anymore” he smiled

“that’s the way i teach, don’t worry i won’t be mad when you don’t contact me anymore” you said with honesty

it almost felt like you were just robbing the poor man his money.

“now you just have to learn to be flexible, now just teach me with your words”

he picked up the brush that was hanging by your hand.

you couldn’t get serious control over your hand, the grip spasming if strained a lot.

you could barely do anything at your 9th month, if this went on maybe you should close your studio because its scooping all the money you made.

“as long as you’re the one pushing it then” you sighed. “let’s start?” he nodded at you with a huge grin

joshua made sure to come often to your studio, he made sure that you both made progress; him on art, you on your mobility and motion.

your motion therapist already dropped you saying that there was a low chance of improvement so you had to work with yourself.

your hands were able to develop into grabbing objects and have a proper grip on them, but you were unable to have them rotate properly.

“so like a semi circle?” he asked

“something like that” you responded

he swiftly grabbed your hand in a soft manner, he was barely grabbing on it.

he assisted your hands moving in the motion of a circle.

slowly your hands followed suit, everything was stable, so familiar, like learning how to walk again.

“a-ah” you hissed as you felt your hand weakening as you dropped the brush

“fuck, its been what? like a month and i could barely move it freely” you laid your head on your hands

“thats not only what you could do, you did this also” he said pointing at the portrait with a group of brush strokes on it, clearly unfinished.

“it’s like a one brush stroke a day, give me a break” you huffed

“that may be, but we see progress, you could barely make a line then, but now you’re starting to make shapes” he offered you a smile while caressing the back of your hand

another day had shifted over your eyes, joshua has been visiting your own place before you know it.

“joshua?” you queried in pure confusion as the man stood by your front door.

“good morning y/n” he grinned widely at you

he brought you some sandwiches for breakfast, he ended up cooking for you because he wanted you to be consuming nutritious meals instead for better recovery he stated.

“you really didn’t have to do that shua” you smiled at him.

“it’s no problem, really” his ears flushed burgundy as he heard your little nickname for him.

“oh and i need to give you this” he quickly shifted to the seat next to you in the sofa, it was a small hand held object that had a minimalistic packaging.

“it’s a new hand cream, it’s vanilla scented, it reminded me of you. i thought you could use this while massaging your hands to wake up your muscles you know?” he said shyly as you were left there just looking at him.

he grabbed your hand slowly applying cream to it and then slowly massaging it, you wouldn’t expect your student to be doing services for you instead.

“does this hurt?” he asked softly

“no not at all” were the words you could only mutter

“good” he whispered as eh focused back on massaging your hands, giving it a small peck

you came over by the studio again to finish your personal painting.

you would try to hide this specific canvas from joshua, because this one was your last project before the incident, the canvas was now filled with striking shapes and bold colors representing your resentment towards the gift of fate.

you spent hours raging at it, the minuscule dips within the canvas held every little detail of fury, happiness, despair, and adoration you had in yourself.

but most of the images were created under rage.

you didn’t know that he was there to watch you by the entrance, watching in awe.

and that was the last time

days passed and you still came to your studio, slowly trying to complete your unfinished canvas.

to say that you’re sad when joshua slowly drifted away from your studio, days that he came by became hours to just stopping by to nothing at all.

its been two weeks since he didn’t come over, you were left there learning alone, learning how to be your own all over again.

it was painful, you were so used to relying on joshua for your improvement

now you felt betrayed, it’s wrong of you, but that doesn’t mean that you weren’t extremely grateful for what he did to help you.

you were a helpless case if it wasn’t for him, he lit the flame into your whirlwind of despair. you gave up before he did.

but now all you were hoping for was him.

you sighed deeply as you signed the contract from your landlord who sold you your studio.

“i’m sad to see you go, i really hope you find yourself— and quickly” the land lady said, she was a middle aged woman who treated you like one of her own daughters for the extensive time you had the studio.

you had to sign the contract which stated that you had to move out when greater inactivity and progress were made by your work.

it won’t be long until you had to budget your money, probably by next year.

you didn’t know why but you felt like you had to update joshua with every single thing about you. and you didn’t mind if he didn’t listen to it the way u hoped he was.

… is it recording now? ..oh ok right, hi joshua i just wanted to tell you that i stopped renewing the renting payment for my studio because… well i don’t think i can do it the same way. *sigh* i know that you told me that i should keep it, but it felt like my passion isn’t filling the space in the right way anymore. i don’t know why i had to tell you this, but i think you should know….. bye

… i started painting again, i can create portraits again too! but i can’t make it more realistic… the tiny strokes strains my hands too much, when should we finish your painting?

…i guess u don’t want to come for classes anymore… i understand, i hope u use the skills to great use or i will stab you into a canvas !! *light chuckles fading out*

you weren’t one to be naive, it was your third voicemail, and it had to be the last, maybe he was sick of it, and the worse part is you probably seemed like you were desperate for his money, all you needed was his company. he made you forget about the suffering laying on the palms of your hands.

you didn’t care if it would reply with a thumbs up, even with just a one letter word, but this doesn’t seem like him. you frowned at your phone and after those days everything about joshua went radio silent.

it hurt more that your purpose of passion flickered into nothingness. it hurts more than your palms twitching yearning for movement.

but wasn’t movement your purpose? your passion? should you quit, maybe quit on life as well, was there any reason left for you to stay.

it was time for you to whisper your prayers, and all of those were about him.

maybe god is a woman, because she knew that you needed a man, or she was just being petty making you lonely without joshua for a month.

but now you didn’t give a shit because you loved his facade ay your door more than anything else.

“joshua?” your voice faltered

“you’re really here?” you asked almost too passionately

“are you tearing up?” he said alarmingly

“are you okay? did something happen?!” he said checking your body wandering his hand around your hands around yours, scanning them

“how dare you act like you know nothing of what pains me, how can you smile like that” you sobbed lightly striking his chest lightly

the fact is that you held no resentment towards him. all you had was the sense of longing and joy now that he was here.

“i’m sorry if i didn’t visit your studio, i heard from the landlady that you stopped signing for the rent” he started

“and i’m sorry that it took me this long, but i have a reason… that is where i’m getting to if you allow me to come in?” he stared at you hopefully.

the moment you said yes, he stepped right into your home embracing you in his arms.

“i missed you” your voice cracked

“well i’ve longed for much more” he whispered

you both held back from each other from all those days wanting to just drop all the brushes and kiss.

as you both calmed down from the build up of the situation, you settled in your living room.

“so uhm tell me about recently” you started. you didn’t want to make him guilty for not being your client anymore, for you weren’t upset about your income but the absence of him

he smiled at you reaching for his bag, a random black box encasing a mysterious object

“i didn’t wanna ruin this for you, i also didn’t expect this to take so long. as you know its almost a year since your accident…” your ears deafens his words

its been that long? and he knew it better than you?

“… so i hope that you appreciate this as to this helping you as well” he smiled at you with his doe eyes like he always did, slowly handing you the box.

“of course i’ll appreciate anything you give shua”

you started unraveling the content that you held, the box intricately held a pair of what looked like a glove with lots of gaps.

“i went to america to study your case, i went to every doctor for consultation of the best treatment. all i came up with was this, with professional help of course, i didn’t want to harm you”

“you what?…” your voice faltering once more

“i didn’t want you to continue drinking all those horrifying amount of pills just to ease the pain with no progress..” you just stared at him with new hope, adoration.

“i made you this, so you can start to feel like yourself again” he explained the cause of his motivation

you couldn’t believe he squandered his money to travel and for all those consultations as well as for the production of your unique and one of a kind, specialized gloves, for you.

“thank you” words could not measure what you felt right now.

“well it’s no problem, won’t you try it on?” he asked.

no problem? how could he belittle all of his endeavors for this?

“i don’t think i can joshua”

“why not, does your hands hur-“ you cut him off with your love-driven confession. a kiss.

you wrapped your hands around his neck as his quickly adapted to encase your hips.

“i’ve been wanting to tell you how i felt as well but i guess you beat me to it y/nnie” he giggled with his lips on yours slowly altering the aura.

his sweet pecks turned to long loving kisses, slowly adjusting his mouth to encase your lower lip and gradually easing it open.

his tongue entered your mouth as you slowly moaned by the different feeling of his tongue, moving your head to the side to encase his lips better.

“maybe you can confess to me in my room?” you moaned at his lips.

“maybe i will” he smirked

he carried you with ease as your thighs wrap around his hips and your arms resting at his wide shoulders, your hands in his hair.

carefully putting you down on the floor as you entered your room, a hint of vanilla surrounded you and invaded your scent.

joshua still stared at you lovingly, slowly pacing towards you he caressed your face endearingly. his breath lightly hitting your face. you felt at home now with him.

his lips now once again caging yours, building up tension as it danced with each other. your hands now roaming his chest unbuttoning his clothes, he chuckled deeply in response.

his large warm hands roaming your cool hips as it slipped under your shirt, you shivered gasping against his lips.

“fuck you don’t know how much i waited for this” he breathed out, your walls were long destroyed and you were far along drunk on joshua, you just moaned in response.

“please don’t leave anymore” you whined, all you could release right now is the whole truth.

“i wont baby, but tell me once right now— to stop, and i would leave out your door now” he whispered to your skin

“joshua, just fuck me senseless.. i beg you” you responded as your knees went limp already needy for him. he groaned at your ear deeply. if he wasn’t hard earlier, he definitely was now.

he pushed you gently on the bed, quickly following suit crawling on top of you. his arms encasing your head as he kissed your cheeks, slowly tracing down your neck.

he slowly gathered your hands in front of hid face and started kissing each finger tip.

peck, beautiful

peck, gorgeous

peck, talented

peck, lovely

peck, adorable

peck, immaculate

peck, pretty

peck, home

peck, art

peck, mine

you couldn’t help but feel touched the way he assured you that you were no less of yourself despite your accident. joshua became your hands, your confidant.

“joshua” you spoke, cupping his face and leading him up your face, kissing him deeply battling your tongues. joshua let you dominate him while his hands lingered aroubd your body soon encasing your heat.

his big warm hands moves swiftly against your clit and caressing your entrance while slowly entering his finger. his thick hands filled your clenching hole seamlessly.

“how am i supposed to fuck into you if you’re being so tight right now love?“ he teased

“ i guess you’ll just have to fuck me harder hm?” you said as you tighten your hands around his arm.

“don’t hurt yourself baby” he used his other hand grabbing yours softly and placing it above tour head as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

“fuck– mmph a-ah, shua” you stuttered further as his fingers caressed the sensitive spot within you, fucking you harder and harder until a knot formed in your stomach.

you loosened his grip on your hand and slowly travelled it to his crotch, stroking it gently.

“fuck” his breathing went heavier. pre cum already painting his tip

“please fuck me, fill me up with your cum” you moaned like it was a mantra while you slowly squeezed his length, further pushing him to the edge of his control.

“since you asked so nicely sweetheart” he turned to reach for your nightstand

“no” you quickly said

“wait, are you sure?” he asked his eyes pure waiting for your clear response

“yes, please” you sighed impatiently

he propped himself on top of you, swallowing your moans as he sank himself deeper into your cunt, he grunted when he was balls deep. he could feel your warm walks embracing his length and clenching around its girth

the stretch sent you into a bliss, your back arching towards joshua, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“baby are you okay?” he kissed your tears away as he slowly pumped his hips to yours once you gave your go signal again.

his cock drilling deeper into your hole, your hips went around his making you feel him pound into you much deeper, the room echoed the collision of your skin, joshua’s wet kisses, and your porn worthy moans synced to his thrusts.

your hands strengthen themselves as they marked joshua’s back, he was grunting from the sensation, the sting.

he sent his other hand down to your clit hastily massaging it. you were sent over the edge as you bit into joshua’s shoulder. soon after your hole was practically squeezing out all the cum he can give, filling you to the brim.

he slowly pulled out and lapped his tongue around your cunt. you writhed and pulled on his hair due to overstimulation.

“wait-fuck” you whined

his mouth making vibrations, draining you out of all your energy.

“mm, have to make sure you keep it all in” he sighed, his gorgeous face glistening from sweat and both of your release.

you giggled at his eagerness if wanting to keep both of your orgasms within you, his eyes staring at your cunt as it slowly dripped out of you.

he crawled back into the bed, laying next to you as you lazily made out until you both passed out at dawn.

the moment you wish you didn’t cherish.

—————————

“so how much is this painting?” a critic calmly queried

“it was recently rounded up to 5,000,000 dollars by the artist, there was quite the amount for demands” the girl replied

the critic slowly read the description encased by framed glass.

shan’t fix that’s yet to be broken, love better to those who shall.

“is that so? are the scarlet dips on the canvas quite popular?” he scoffed joking lightly.

“no, like any other artists, this was made with emotion. the artist made this during the time of recovery of her hand injury, so its quite impressive that she had made damages to the canvas that almost made the brush pierce through it. not only that, she was in love? or so she believed. the guy was as passionate as her of her art, he helped her recover…”

“well at least this artist didn’t end miserably like all other ones” the critic said intrigued.

“quite the opposite actually” the latter started. the art gallery sounded busy with all the people moving around discussing about all the paintings made by the artists, displayed on plain cream walls.

“he left her the next morning… giving more grief to the disabled artist. he loved her because she was miserable, she loved him because he was dependable….”

“how do you must know this? are you perhaps the masked artist?” the critic asked once more.

“i guess you could say i’m a painting as well”