#But it's not even close and I need some way to get them lol

[mona-risms]

HII!! it's 🪷 Anon, I saw ur reply to my request and it's totally fine! If it's still possible could I request a demon that was made by gwi-ma specifically but hates him just as much as huntrix does. So reader(either fem or nb) helps defeat gwi-ma and live happily ever after with the girls(platonic if that's ok)

-🪷 Anon

◆ MAIN COURSE: HUNTR/X and Gwi-Ma's demon!gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, platonic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None I think???

◆ NOTES: YAYAYAYAY THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING 🫶🫶🫶

Gwi-Ma would probably be severely Picky when it comes to ever using his power for anything. So in this case, you were probably created as some sort of failsafe/watcher/whatever the fuck for Jinu and his plan with the Saja Boys. You ARE made by him after all, made w his very essence. Why would you Ever fail him or go rogue, right? Lol

Hence, you observe. Not HUNTR/X, not at first. You observe humans first; all the way from how they move to how they speak and even how they breathe, and then you adapt. Using whatever demon magic tomfoolery there is, you manage to get yourself into their personal staff team, probably thanks to some poor guy's soul that you ate tf up so you could gain whatever skills they had that'd qualify. Yk, like Kirby

You get close to Bobby, their manager. And as a result, you also get close the HUNTR/X trio, or at least as close as you can manage for a short amount of time obvi. You learn their likes, dislikes, how they are professionally and how they are personally. And as you do so, you even start to learn about Yourself—things you like, dislike, preferences, how you respond to certain things—even though you're not supposed to be anything else but an observing demon in disguise that serves Gwi-Ma. But the more you 'observe' aka spend time with them, the more you begin to question what the need is to terrorise and kill humans, especially this specific lot

Zoey shows you her turtle collection and the notebooks of ideas and pure vibrant creativity. Mira teaches you some of their choreo just for the fun of it, if you wanted to learn, and takes you shopping to the cutest punk fashion stores (girlie the plug frfr), and Rumi would want to go out to EAT EAT EAT and bask in the very rare quiet w you, maybe even involving her lightly strumming or fingerpicking her guitar. These girls are so unbelievably welcoming w you and Bobby is so happy asw. I think Bobby gets really happy when he sees his staff and his girls getting along :((( he's like a silly dad or an uncle

But wait. You weren't just sent to observe HUNTR/X though, were you? While yes he can see and hear what his demons can anyway, you were sent to watch the Saja Boys and make sure they're not being fucking incompetent. And yet when Jinu sees you ohhhh man

You feel his presence before you hear him—a discordant chime in the winds, like an old rusted bell.. or a weathered bipa.

"You're getting a bit too comfortable with them, don't you think?"

You scoffed and crossed your arms, pointedly looking at the horizon, "Like you're one to talk. How's seducing Rumi going for you?"

"As planned, obviously," Jinu walks over to stand beside you. "And you? Any developments in your.. friendship approach?"

"Yes, actually. Though it's not like I report to you—I report about you too, don't forget that."

"Right, right. My mistake." He leaned on the metal bar as he watched you quietly, though as he spoke your attention is mildly stolen by a certain blue tiger-demon lightly headbutting your hand, with the magpie fluttering to stand on the railing. "I shouldn't overstep, right? Might make him angrier if I even dared to suggest that his precious servant is deviating."

You felt yourself stiffening at Jinu's words, though your hand went to scritch the tiger's head anyway, "No, Jinu. We shouldn't—we wouldn't want to make him angry over false accusations, would we?"

You see his eyes narrow at the corner of your eye—he caught on to the sudden mirrored circumstances, of course, he wasn't slow in the least. He pushes himself away from the railing and places his hands in his pockets, "Guess not. ..Just be careful of where your loyalties lie."

And he teleports away before you could respond.

"Asshole."

When the Saja Boys start their plan, that's when you start fully going down the descent of an existential crisis. Every time they/random demons attack, even when HUNTR/X doesn't know it, you're there. You're there to watch and observe, to see if everything's going to plan or it's all going to shit. But you can't interfere, not without Gwi-Ma's permission—just watch and consume souls. But as you're watching it's like. What the fuck. What the hell. Why is this necessary dude

It's the train scene when it all comes ahead and very much apart, where you're inside the train and very much aware of what's going on, and you hear Gwi-Ma in your head, pleased at how the trio is falling fucking apart bc of Rumi's secret

You heard singing from inside the train, singing that went on as perfect as usual.. until Rumi.

You heard hesitation. You heard the shame. And the worst part of it?

You could feel Gwi-Ma within you watching, anticipating.

...

One moment you were inside the train, the next?

You were right in front of the ogre, with Rumi pushed away from your proximity. Your hands, once human, had changed its form to the claws Gwi-Ma blessed—no, cursed—you with as you held back the giant club with a demonic growl. You bore your teeth, and your patterns blazed as bright as your eyes; the colour couldn't belong to anyone else by the one who made you.

Even the hulking demon had to take pause at the sight of you, at the sheer presence of Gwi-Ma on your person, and the trio could actually see something like genuine fear in its eyes.

"You..."

You could hear Rumi's shattered confidence in her voice, and you dare not look back in case you see the three of them look at you as anything but a monster. You don't know if you could take it, take feeling like you were wrong.

So instead, you barked out, the demonic cadence layering on top of your voice—a voice he even doctored to make you more trustworthy, "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! THE PASSENGERS!"

And you push against the ogre before forcing a teleport to the demon realm on the both of you, the scream leaving your lips gutteral and inhuman.

Gwi-Ma is worse than unimpressed. Furious, actually! Congratulations, you pissed off a Demon King! And you still see the souls drawn right into his fire, which would've looked beautiful, if it weren't for the implications of the sight—they couldn't kill of the demons on time. His mark on Rumi's breaking down their entire dynamic and Rumi herself, and the amount of people he's killed and consumed was staggering

His fire's looming at you, fed and absolutely enraged at how his own fucking creation went AGAINST him. He was lenient with his treatment on you, biding his time and leaving you to do your thing because he was expecting you to act upon his will perfectly, NOT grow attached to the people he wanted GONE. Jinu is one thing—someone self-serving, even if the look he casts on you at the top of the shrine with his pets looks like it belongs to someone who's anything but self-serving—but you were made of his very self. His essence. And if you weren't going to make yourself useful? He'll unmake you as easily as he made you

Skip to the near end, when the Saja Boys perform Your Idol and everyone's brainwashed into sacrificing themselves to Gwi-Ma before Rumi interrupts it all. By now, you're probably most likely fused back into Gwi-Ma, seeing as how you're useless sentient when you're not going to serve him. But the remaining consciousness of you can hear Rumi sing.. then Zoey, and then Mira. And Jinu not only hears them too, but he feels that lingering something from within Gwi-Ma himself

When he sacrifices himself, he gives half of his soul to Rumi. The other half? To the person who never got the chance to have a soul of their own—you. Because at least he knows you can put your loyalties on the trio where he couldn't. You're the one who grew much closer to the three of them, it's only right

Deapite your body still originally designed by Gwi-Ma, you've made it your own. With your sentience and with Jinu's soul, you successfully help HUNTR/X and you get to witness the new iridescent Honmoon that only they could make—it's so much more beautiful than the streaking soul retrieval you saw just before your 'death'

You disappeared after that day. For a little while, anyway.

Your sustenance came in the form of mostly people who weren't going to be missed, namely criminals, or people who much preferred death to whatever fate they had—an ugly thing, but half of you still lived because of Gwi-Ma's essence, even if Jinu's soul had minimised the need to feed enough that you can sustain yourself temporarily via human foods.

But eventually you were found anyway. You were leaning on the railing that Jinu had contronted you at, his friends sticking close to you, when you hear three sets of footsteps from behind you.

"Ahh, guess I've been found," you turned around to look at them, your expression softer than it's ever been this whole time—you felt much more free, and judging from the way the trio had stuck to each other stronger than ever, judging from the way Rumi had opted for a simple short-sleeved shirt that showed her markings, iridescent as the new Honmoon? You figured they felt free too.

You raised your hands slowly in surrender, though you made no other move, "If you're here to kill me off, I-- oomph!"

You don't even manage to finish your sentence before you feel Zoey immediately on you, practically glomping with you with her short frame, and you feel your shoulder getting wet. You look back up at the other two, and even they're making their way over with teary looks and quivering lips before immediately joining in the pile.

"Are you-- what-- why are you three crying? I--" Your eyes start to sting, and your arms hesitantly wrap around the three of them, as if scared that one wrong move could make this moment dissipate. "Why--"

A large sniffle from Zoey as she buried her face even deeper into your neck, "We looked EVERYWHERE for you! After we sealed the demon realm away, we-- we couldn't find you and-- and--"

"We thought you got sealed off too," Mira piped in, her voice noticeably much raspier and thicker than usual, "but we looked everywhere. Even had Bobby use whatever contacts he had 'cuz he was looking for you too."

"You're not.. mad? You're not gonna kill me?"

You feel claws digging into you—Rumi's, still uncontrolled, you realise—at the question, "No. Are we mad? Sure, for not telling us and disappearing at the worst time possible, but I know what it's like to-- to hide. We just.. missed our friend."

Friend.

Because that's what you are. Not a demon, not Gwi-Ma's creation. A friend.

You felt yourself crumple in the pile, and the others followed suit as all four of you end up crying on the ground. The only spectators are the magpie and the tiger.

[leggerefiore]

i just read the longan dragon and dark cacao fight and honestly…where is reader in all of this, cause i sure ain’t staying say while my beautiful mystic king gets his ass beat by a dragon and watch it live I’d go out and try to beat that dragon with my beautiful king, And my stupid ass would probably respond if i heard my name being called- but that’s besides the point! And I’d just love to see longan bewildered that their mate chose to stand with a mortal that is “playing tricks” on them and not by them, their rightful mate!!

sleeping idk

cw: battles, no resolution (again lol),

pairing: Dark Cacao/Reader, Implied (Past) Longan/Reader

Your name being called by an unfamiliar voice and the panic within the kingdom finally drew you from the throne room – where you had been working to help keep order while your husband fought whatever monster had trodden too close to the citadel. Watchers were on guard everywhere while medics rushed around to figure out how to cure a new, mysterious illness. You could take no longer. Feet carried you despite the calls of various denizens. No one wanted their king's beloved spouse in danger's way. The loss of their prince had been enough for him.

Leaving the protective walls of the citadel, the cool temperature of the night stung your skin as snow piled down. There was little time to dress appropriately. You rushed forth, eyes going to where watchers had gathered around. Crunchy Chip stood on guard, moving to grab you before you could entirely rush into the fray.

“Look, you can't,” he simply said, “This isn't a typical beast. The king is barely holding his own against it.” You felt offended, but his expression was filled with desperation. There had been many times you snuck the general, various things. You trusted him, yet you needed to go. This was your husband. While word had been sent to call on the other heroes to his aid, it would no doubt be a while before they arrived. Pulling your arm free from his grasp, you shook your head. Crunchy Chip sighed. It would be impossible to deter you, but you knew he was simply being protective.

Wading through the crowd, you finally arrived at the scene of the battle. A strange being floated in the air, gazing down at Dark Cacao. They were ethereal, clearly nothing mortal. Some strange force was directed at the king. Dark Cacao instantly raised his blade and stopped it. Even with the awoken powers gained by his trip to Beast-Yeast, he was clearly struggling against this foe. Your breath was caught in your lungs. Calling his name, both the being's attention and Dark Cacao's own shifted to you. Desperately, you rushed to his side in this moment of confusion. A blade you had snatched from the armoury in your hands as you stood with him.

“My beloved…” his voice was lower than usual. His expression was somewhere between shocked and terrified by your appearance. The being was seemingly unimpressed by this display.

“What have they done to you…” their voice was loud, like the skies above were speaking, “Look at me. Recall.” You flinched at their harsh tone. Dark Cacao stood protectively over you. So many times he had done this – always desperate to protect you and redeem himself. This made the being mad. Most attacks rained down. Dark Cacao rushed to deflect him. He was tired. This battle had been going on as a stalemate. His resolution was unyielding as always, but this seemed definitely unwinnable. Your presence only apparently enraged the being more.

Taking the bow from your back and pulling an arrow from the quiver, you took aim at the being while they were fixated on Dark Cacao. You shot true – aiming as carefully as you could. The arrow flew at the being, stopping and falling from a barrier. Their gaze shifted to you, halting their attack.

“My mate… You would even dare attempt to challenge me?” Their voice was filled with a strange emotion. They came down from their height, landing in the snow and sending it flying. Dark Cacao stood even more on edge. You tensed up at the words, yourself. Mate…? What? “Do not let the weak ones' tricks fool you,” they spoke to you, “Come to my side. Stand with me once more.” The king's rage seemed to be reaching a fever pitch.

“Do not speak of them as if you know them!” he bellowed, growing tired of this beast's attempts to claim you. Losing Dark Choco had been more than enough – losing you was unacceptable. He would not allow such a thing to come to pass. Charging the dragon, his blade truly sliced through the beast's robes.

Then, he went flying back. The beast stood tall, fully enraged.

“I grow sick of this facade,” they glanced at you, “… Our bond is unbreakable. You will understand once you recall.” They moved towards you. Panic welled up inside you. Their very presence was paralysing. Your eyes closed. Dark Cacao was desperately trying to get up before the beast reached you, but his own exhaustion was his greatest enemy in this battle. Yet, before the beast could get within arm's length – a blade divided the air.

Everyone's attention shifted.

A single crimson eye was visible as the cape of a hood fluttered in the wind. There was little doubt in who it was and why they had come to protect you.

Dark Choco's expression was unreadable, but he moved between you and the beast.

“You will not hurt them…” his voice was low, and his sword was steady, “Not my parents.”

The beast grew more agitated at his words.

It seemed the arrival of your son had complicated things even further.

[starrycloak]

lukewarm milquetoast-y takes:

-I have no idea how the writers are going to justify getting rid of argyle next season, but I doubt I'll like it.

-lucas and max still have some communication/non symmetrical issues to work on, but again, I can only hope they get to that in s5 before their 'happy ending'. I believe they can work them out, but I need to see them addressing them.

-lucas needs a textual apology from mike and dustin for s4. they outta keep an open their minds to see their last disagreement from his pov to understand why and how they hurt him.

-I'm not really rooting for romantic jopper; I hope they realize they work much better as friends and/or coparents.

-jon needs to be certain that joyce will go to hell and back for him too. maybe by doing just that.

-I don't vibe with the idea that holly's age is going to be retconned. How are they going to work that out/explain that in-universe?? I have a hard time even imagining it. idk, I just don't like too many holes in my suspension of disbelief swiss cheese yk?

-I hate how (consciously or subconsciously) attached I am (along with probably many others) to the idea that this show will wrap everything in a nice little bow; that everything will make sense and that everything indeed happened the way it did for a reason. I'm afraid I'm setting myself up for disappointment lol

-I don't buy murray as a "know it all love guru" (both in the show and in fanon). before you say he did read jancy 'most accurately', remember that a broken clock can be right twice a day.

-tommy H def fell for billy in s2. dude was starstruck and as much of a lovesick pathetic puppy as a guy can get for an a bigger-bully-than-you alphaguy wannabe /neu

-giant agree on the treatment of robin by the fandom —that stuff irks me sm. I really like platonic stobin, but whenever I see the words/tag "emotional support lesbian" I close the tab almost on instinct /lh

-ted wheeler needs to reach the climax of his (apparently) small character arc in s5. Everyone's on board with Karen having one and being a badass, and his doesn't need to be the same or similar: I just want to know he was never intended to be only a prop of sorts for the development of the rest of the wheelers.

What are your stranger things hot takes?

[freyafrida]

rilla of ingleside book club, chapter two

okay I'm already kind of over screencapping the text except for the chapter titles lmao. moving on!

"Her hair was ripely, ruddily brown"

Honestly funny that I'm not sure any of the popular editions of this book have managed to get this right. Rilla's a much brighter redhead on the Bantam cover, and even the unabridged, researched and lovingly restored Viking Press version looks like this:

I have...no real opinions about Miss Oliver; I think her ~visions~ tend to be a little too dramatic (especially once she starts predicting the outcome of the war with them, like come on), although the way she teases Susan and the Blythes is occasionally funny. I'd rather her role be replaced with an actual peer of Rilla's (lots of girls are mentioned as Rilla's friends in passing, but we don't see an actual friendship between them!), but I don't feel that strongly about it. (Actually, having read the rest of the chapter, I had the sobering realization that Miss Oliver is probably the character I'm most like, in that I am pessimistic over things going too well and a little superstitious and also Of An Age and unmarried. Welp. This has been an educational read.)

“Why couldn’t they have called her by her first name, Bertha, which was beautiful and dignified, instead of that silly “Rilla”? ”

This is so funny to me because I don't think there's a single girl in the 21st century who would rather be called "Bertha" than "Rilla." rilla/carl agenda time: you ever think about how they both go by shortened versions of their middle names and nobody ever uses their first names?

I do wish we got a little more of Marilla (Cuthbert) besides Rilla just casually mentioning that she died and Rilla hated her name :(

I def. remember thinking Rilla and Walter's relationship was eye-rollingly saccharine as a kid -- as the elder of two siblings I was like, "Start bullying her or get out of the older sibling club Walter", but thinking about it more -- while my brother and I fought constantly as kids, by the time I was Walter's age and my brother was Rilla's, we actually did get along really well! So, yeah, baby freyafrida was wrong there, lol -- I actually really love Walter as a big brother, reading this now. He's clearly so sweet and patient with Rilla's need for attention from her older siblings ❤️ (Also, while I have never shown my diary to anyone, I do wince in sympathy with Rilla showing hers to Walter, because I def. had that urge as a teenager -- the idea that showing someone you like/admire all your secrets will make them understand the Real You and open up in turn.)

The dynamic between Rilla and the rest of her siblings also intrigues me -- she seems...apart from them, in a way, almost like Shirley? I mean, part of it is probably that there are just no scenes of her spending time with them, and that she was too young to be part of their shenanigans in Rainbow Valley, but it does lend some...legitimacy, I guess, to her being upset that they're all hanging out without her -- while it's understandable that Jem is too old to really want to hang with her, the gap between her and Nan/Di isn't much bigger than the gap between them and Jem iirc. (Just speculating, but I imagine it'd be hard to be the only other sister to a pair of twins.) (That said, every pair of siblings I knew who were only 1-3 years apart in age got along swimmingly -- I really envied them when I didn't get along with my brother -- so Rilla and Shirley should've been besties!!)

Speaking of, love the mention that Shirley teases Rilla by calling her "Spider" 🥹 He's so nonexistent that it's easy to speculate he's not close with his family, so I love that he does have a teasing relationship with her.

“Wordsworth never wrote anything like Walter’s poems—nor Tennyson, either.” “I wouldn’t say just that. Both of them wrote a great deal of trash,” said Miss Oliver dryly.”

LMAOOO. I will say I did not particularly enjoy any of the poems attributed to Walter in The Blythes Are Quoted, apart from "The Aftermath" -- maybe it's a personal taste thing, although I do think part of it is that they're very much in LMM's voice, so they come off weirdly twee if you're trying to imagine that a college-age dude wrote them.

Ah, and of course there's Walter writing poems to Faith. Now, the way I jumped when I saw in Readying Rilla that the draft originally explicitly said Walter was in love with Faith! From what's actually published, you could read him writing sonnets to her as a poetic or aesthetic interest (although I do think he had a legit crush on her, see below), so it's v. interesting to see that the original intent was that he was into her, romantically. Also interesting suggestion that it might've caused conflict with Jem and Walter, although of course it didn't -- mentioned before, but it's funny that this whole Jem/Faith/Walter situation gets set up in Rainbow Valley and mentioned at the start of Rilla, and then it goes absolutely nowhere. There's never any drama between Jem or Walter because of it and it never comes up again.

Speaking of...is it too early for Walter Sexuality Discourse? LOL. Tbh I don't have much to say there; my boring Both Sides take is that I see the vision in reading Walter as gay and I don't think it's a reach -- on the other hand, I also think there's evidence that his thing with Una is meant to be a doomed romance where Walter was capable of reciprocating, and I roll with that reading because I love Una too much to think that Walter wouldn't love her back. Anyway, I bring it up because I do read Walter as being legitimately attracted to and interested in Faith. There's not much of it in Rilla, but in RV I do think he has a clear crush on her. ("Walter did not want to ride a pig through Glen St. Mary, but whatever Faith Meredith dared him to do must be done.") It jives a lot with his worship of beauty for beauty's sake and his Anne-like tendency to get swept away by ideals and surface-level perceptions (e.g. fearing the pain of getting his tooth pulled in RV even though having the chronic toothache is worse).

(Once again an interesting choice -- Faith briefly thinks Jem is handsome at the start of RV, and they get a brief scene together at the end of that book, then are nearly engaged in Rilla. And yet, much of RV is actually devoted to Faith and Walter's friendship -- although I think it's kinda obvious straight off that they wouldn't work as a couple, see Faith telling Walter to just suck it up re: his toothache and get it pulled. She'd get sick of his poetry and dramatics so fast, lmao.)

“I don’t half like that,” said Miss Oliver, with a sigh. “It’s ominous—somehow. A perfect thing is a gift of the gods—a sort of compensation for what is coming afterwards. I’ve seen that so often that I don’t care to hear people say they’ve had a perfect time. June has been delightful, though.” “Don’t wish it. Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one. What a nice summer all you gay creatures will have! And me moping at Lowbridge!”

Miss Oliver, you don't have to respond to everything Rilla says with how moody and emo you are, lmao.

“I heard some one say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl’s life.”

I love how weirdly specific that is to encompass the years of the coming war. Like, haha, get it??

“Father says I toil not neither do I spin.”

This is interestingly exactly what Phil Gordon says about herself in Anne of the Island!

“And then,” continued Anne, “there will be a good deal of work to be done. Stella’s aunt can’t do it all. We all expect to have our chores to do. Now, you—” “Toil not, neither do I spin,” finished Philippa.

Although I have to wonder...if Rilla's not doing chores and not studying, what exactly is she planning to do every day for the next four years? Genuinely I'm not super up on what she would've been able to fill her days with (social calls all the time?), I'd be interested in any insight there.

Anyway, this is basically another chapter that sets up the idyll of Ingleside life before war invades it, this time setting Rilla's character up for us. I always liked Rilla -- she was a fave upon first read and I still like her now! Idk, I've always liked silly, frivolous female characters -- I think it's because growing up, I felt like such characters in children's/YA books were often portrayed disproportionately negatively -- I never felt like their behavior was offensive enough to warrant them having to be humbled, you know? (don't ask for examples because I can't think of any off the top of my head lmao, I'm just recalling Vibes from when I was young that shaped my opinion in this direction!) I think the fact that the narration has a sense of humor about her ("...sighed Rilla, a little importantly”) also makes her frivolity more palatable and even relatable -- who doesn't love a good self-important sigh every now and again, you know?

Readying Rilla stuff:

Rilla originally just refers to Walter having "the flu" (or, well "the fl", LMM apparently cut that idea off before it even finished lmao) instead of typhoid; interesting to think if he was meant to have nearly died from the flu, or if his illness was initially much less serious!

Walter is initially referred to as being 19 instead of twenty. Not sure if he was intentionally aged up or this is another example of "Shirley is eighteen for two years"-esque math.

Dog Monday's name was originally some variation of "Jink/Jack/Jacks" and then Rags.

[amphibianshaped]

hi i love your work! i wanted to know how you go from grey scale to color? i want to try it myself

yes yes ofc!! im a commercial illustrator so i have a very specific process for speed/efficiency and to also make it easier to revise if need be so the process isn't very "fun" (fun for me is like mixing paint and applying it slowly lmao) but it is how i do it lol. this is gonna get long so beware!

so my usual process for digital work is always b&w shapes > color > finalize. i use something called 'select color range' (photoshop)/'select color gamut' (clip studio paint) plus tons of layers w different blending modes to get the colors i want. this works in procreate/krita/any other program as well so long as there are layers/blending modes! also, even if there isnt select color range, this process can still work, just the clean up afterwards will take longer. how you use select color range/gamut is like this: you pull it up and it will give you a eyedropper tool with a little window. for CSP it looks like this. you can select a color on your canvas and the program will isolate/marquee all the colors that match/are close to the one you selected. you can change the "error margin of color" to include a higher range of colors/values or a lower range. 1 being very specific (it will only isolate the color you selected) and higher numbers being very broad (for example, if you put 20 and select a red, almost all reds and maybe even some oranges/yellows that are the same value will get selected)

so because of this, another thing is that i tend to only work with a round hard brush with no anti-aliasing which makes it incredibly easy to select entire chunks of value and paint bucket it without the horrible grey-halo. in PS i dont believe there is this option but can be mimicked via the dissolve brush (but PS tends to have better color tech so it's not a huge issue)

OKAY SO im using this crop of an old vash piece as an example. i did this in like 5 minutes (goes to show how quick it can be!!)

i tend to always make sure my piece in BW is somewhat developed and clean. usually all lighting/value/comp/drawing problems should be solved so that once u get to color u can just focus on making it look nice lol. the level of development/refinement is honestly up to you, but i find that w this method, the more refined the better

usually i start with a base color on overlay. i try to think abt the overall warmth/hue of the image and select a base color based on that. so like if i want a super warm yellow sunset ill prob choose a neutral yellow. if i want a crazy neon green night scene may go for a neutral green/blue tone.

i would kinda recommend that u have an idea of how the color scheme is gonna be or else u are gonna be in indecision hell and sliding the hue sliders around for hours... but also fuck it who cares we ball

select color range - so here i start selecting entire groups of values and depositing color down. with simple images like this its pretty straight forward, but with more complicated images (like ones with bg, multiple light sources, etc) usually i start with the shadows en masse, and then the lights en masse, and then will start getting more into individual objects. if u dont have this function you can also just paint directly on with the pen or pencil brush

i also abuse the hue/saturation slider lol. this way i can kinda get the exact color i want depending on the blending mode (i use them all. literally. i use overlay the most but my fav is subtract and darken lmao) i literally just do this with all the values on the canvas or until im like. happy with it lol i tend to paint bucket everything but if i need like very specific areas and the marquee has selected areas i DONT want i just mouse/pen it in

after doing all that you can start to like tint/change color with like entire layers of overlay or anything! color balance or anything! (i used a dark purple subtract to tint everything a bit more green, and then put down a pure white on normal on the BG)

i will say tho that this process is not perfect, and sometimes i will have to go back in and repaint/recolor certain areas to make it look better, but i use this method really just to quickly apply color to the entire image, and then make the adjustments i need later. anyway i hope this was informative in some way LMAO hope it makes sense and that you can find a way to maybe use it for ur own work :D

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

hi hello special explanation of this scene just for you cow because i feel like you definitely need context for this comic and you’ve shown like minor interest in radio and she’s so important to me actually

so currently the team is on a road trip arc across the country and they stopped in chicago for a bit because max (he’s one of the main three people in the party and the one in the red and blue sweater here) met up with his old friend here

their name’s cher (they/them)(the one with the blue hair) and radio and cher do not get along. like at all. cher’s whole thing is like freedom, you know like a classic young adult musician character, and radio’s whole thing is control so just like on a fundamental level they really are butting heads lol

the focus of the session was supposed to be a little encounter with some magic feral dogs (if you know anything about chicago’s feral dogs and having to shoot your way out yeah that was the session)(insane reference if you don’t get it do not worry about it) and completely unrelated to this explanation but radio had to defeat a dog to save one of the party members, peck, and like they really love dogs so they were kinda sad about hurting one but were like it’s worth it to save peck so they’re bonding more with the party which is actually so important to me

anyway after the fight with the dogs radio and cher have like a big fight and radio is like “come on guys let’s leave” to her two friends but cher’s like “come on dude” to max and they run away and radio’s so mad and like muttering “literal children” and stuff but also is really sad inside cause max sorta chose cher over them which makes sense cause he’s known cher for so much longer and they’re so much closer but that’s one of the only people even close to a friend that radio has and it hurts but like they don’t realize they’re mad cause of all that that’s like subconscious

so radio comes back to the place that they were staying with cher at (after cher and max btw even tho they were on foot because cher was also her navigator cause she’s not from here) and she stomps off to pack her bags and comes back and that’s where this scene happens

anyway there’s your long rambley explanation that you didn’t ask for lol i’m so insane about this game lol

drops this at your feet and runs away

also radio being moody in the car afterwards lol

[trigunbookclub]

I don't think it's okay to use nightow's artwork to make yourself some money selling stickers of it.

While funny edits and memes of official content are commonly made and sold by creators and I understand it is a topic of debate for many reasons, as I say in the post and on the page, it isn't about the money and I think I'd have to sell hundreds to even make much profit! I did a lot of calculations and the price is close to the supplies/costs/the size of the small print run/etc., and while I'm not the best at math, the cents leftover per sticker aren't adding up to much and--again, like I said in the post--will be spent getting leftovers in case of errors if it's enough. If someone chooses to leave a tip for running bookclub, I'm grateful, but a vast majority of people don't and that's fine and what I expect. The point is having fun and celebrating bookclub! The amount of people who wanted a sticker/badge of completion was enough that I really wanted to do something for you guys.

TL;DR: As I said in the original post, this was designed for fun, not money. Transparency is personally very important to me and I try to be as honest as I can whenever possible. Of course, I'm a stranger on the internet, you should take that with a grain of salt, but I do try to be clear about my intentions.

[lucabyte]

So does anybody else ever think about how Loop felt the need to demonstrate that the party's deaths wouldn't have any effect on the loops. I know I do but that's besides the point. Anyway I don't think Loop actually needs to bathe, they just like to feel included.

[non-un-topo]

More cishet observations from the past month at work:

- They really fucking buzz off of the TERF wizard book series

- Their favourite place on Earth is Florida (why???)

- If you tell them you're an artist, they will ask you if you've ever "tried out AI"

- They will joke about OCD a lot

- They absolutely hate their bodies and will take any opportunity to talk about food in a toxic way (bonus points if they compare their body/food to yours)

- They hate their spouses and think that this is funny

- They. Do not. Have interests. (Besides the TERF wizard book series)

- They don't watch movies or TV??

- If they have kids, the way they talk about them makes it sound like it was genuinely the worst decision they ever made

- If they don't have kids, they will still fucking talk about having them

- They don't like cats??

In other weird news, I'm gendered correctly at work and I pass to the point that cishets actually talk to me like I'm a cishet guy.

[dafpork]

dafpork is like a modern day speakeasy to me because everyone comes in like it’s forbidden but since it’s the modern day it’s perfectly normal. Little secret club

LMAO YES!!! THIS IS A REALLY GOOD ANALOGY.. AND SEE IT'S SO FUNNY because i'm like I DON'T WANT IT TO BE FORBIDDEN... i'm such an accidental hypocrite in that regard because i'm like "i want more people to talk about them i want people to be loud and proud it makes me sad to hear that people might have been initially embarrassed to ship them there's so much to love :(((( anyway here's my SHITTY ART of these people i HATE i'm so EMBARRASSED thanks for putting up with me in my SHAME CORNER UGH i'm so EMBARRASSED they're so EMBARRASSING i SUCK they SUCK it all SUCKS" LOL and i do mean it in a joking manner... mostly... but i'm kind of now at the point where i'm like. Okay well you're going to have to put in some more legwork if you want people to talk about them. (but, again, just the fact that people talk about and support them enough is so great! it's so weird and wonderful to me that people are calling it on dafpork on platforms other than this one, people who may not know i exist... it's cool hearing a term you and your friend came up with in a private discord be used, it shows how much growth there HAS been since there really used to be nothing!)

a dafpork speakeasy sounds so cool though oh my god can you imagine Porky and Daffy themed cocktails...............

COME JOIN US AT THE DAFPORK SPEAKEASY. which, you are not supposed to advertise that a speakeasy is a speakeasy. but it's subversive. like Daffy. or something. this is your sign to play pig and duck with us. yes you

[connormoving]

are there ppl who dont like the opening to tp..... okay ummmm anyways

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.

[watery-melon-baller]

im actually so fucked for my math exam on Tuesday,,,, im taking diffeq and the last time I did any calc was literally last spring when I took calc 2 so im rusty as HELLLLLL,,,,,, this is the calc equivalent of trying to learn algebra when you're still struggling with PEMDAS </3

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

[catchastarorten]

—Sleep well.

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader

Summary: Gi-hun suggested that the group took turns staying on watch in case the other players attacked, him and Jung-bae stayed up while you and the others napped, Dae-ho took his place beside you to rest with you.

Content: fluff, cuddling(?), you head-butting him in your sleep lol, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not really proofread, sorry!

Word count: 808

You were tucked into the corner with your group—Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Young-il, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee. Trust was a rare thing in the games, but the six of you managed to stick together, watching each other’s backs through the brutal rounds.

The weight of exhaustion clung to you, but Gi-hun’s paranoia kept your eyes open longer than you would have liked. He wasn’t wrong, though. The fear was palpable.

Your group pulled a couple of mattresses off of the bunks, arranging them as best as possible. One was dragged and laid flat against the wall, the others shoved under bunk frames for some semblance of protection.

“Is this really necessary? I don’t like sleeping under there.” Jung-bae asked, sliding a mattress to Gi-hun, who shoved it under a bunk frame.

“Once the lights go out, somebody might attack us.” Gi-hun said, his eyes focused and his voice steady. “The prize money still goes up if we kill each other. It’s a part of the game they designed.”

You exchanged a look with Dae-ho, who sat cross-legged beside you, holding onto some blankets and pillows. He had been your shadow ever since Red light, Green light. Always sticking close, insisting on protecting you in this place after seeing the way you froze during the first game—when he told you to stay behind him closely so you could use him as a human shield.

“We need to take turns keeping watch after the lights go out.” Gi-hun muttered, sitting down at the foot of the bunk beds, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “I’ll take the first watch.”

The lights flickered out not long after, leaving the only source being the giant piggy-bank hung on the ceiling that was glowing dimly.

It was after a while when Jung-bae rolled out lazily from under a bunk and plopped down beside Gi-hun, the two of them speaking in hushed voices.

You laid down on one of the mattresses, wrapping the thin blanket around yourself. Dae-ho settled beside you not long after, and though you weren’t expecting it, his hand brushed against yours as he shifted to get comfortable, and you were sure you saw his face flush before he hid it, which barely worked, to be honest.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll fight them off if they try to come over here.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart ache in the best way. Dae-ho had a knack for looking out for you since you met him in the games, even in the little ways—giving you his portion of food, stepping in when someone got too close. You hadn’t known him long, but there was this easy warmth between the two of you.

Within minutes, you were sound asleep.

Dae-ho’s soft snores filled the small space you both shared. Exhaustion had gotten the better of him, just like it did to you. His arm had draped protectively over your side in his sleep, his presence a cocoon of safety.

Gi-hun and Jung-bae sat near the bunks, their attention now drawn to the sound of soft snoring. Both sets of eyes landed on you and Dae-ho, curled up together on the mattress.

“They’re out like a light,” Jung-bae remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know, seeing them like that... it reminds me of when we went on strike. We were occupying the factory, and management told us to come out. They said anyone who came out voluntarily would be let off the hook and receive more severance pay.”

Gi-hun stared into the distance, as if recalling what happened.

“You were sleeping beside me and you were talking in your sleep. ‘Mom, I’m hungry, give me some food.’” Jung-bae made an exaggerated crying face, and Gi-hun gave him a glare as Jung-bae nudged him with his elbow, smirking.

Their voices echoed, and soon enough, soft laughs filled the quietness.

Jung-bae chuckled again, louder this time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The noise had reached you, and you stirred slightly. Dae-ho, still asleep, curled closer to you instinctively, his arm tightening around your side. His movement caused your head to shift slightly, and without warning, you head-butted him in your half-asleep state of grogginess.

Dae-ho furrowed his brows, a soft noise escaping his lips as he shifted again, burying his face into the crook of his arm. You tugged the blanket over your shoulders, muttering something incoherent before nestling deeper into the mattress, falling right back asleep.

Jung-bae stifled another laugh, his shoulders shaking with the effort. Gi-hun gave him a glare, but a faint smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth too.

“They’re like kids,” Jung-bae whispered, his tone fond.

“Let them sleep. They’ll need it.” Gi-hun shook his head and sighed softly.

[winnie1emon]

✧.* now what happens when you find a frustrated theodore nott on the quidditch pitch...?

theodore nott x prefect!lamb!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 2.4k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, sexual language, praise, piv, fingering, unprotected sex, face painting lmao, slight exhibitionism(?)(on the quidditch stands lol)

a/n: first smut fic like ever i fear... don't bully please </3 + been working on this sleep-deprived, lmk about spelling mistakes :(

"Hey- hey!" you said loudly over the raging music, leaning over your friend's shoulder. "I'm gonna go; got prefect duty!"

Your friend, too engrossed in your house's quidditch victory party after they had beaten Slytherin earlier that evening, gave you a mere nod before realizing you actually said something. "Really? There are other prefects out anyways and you never find anyone. Don't be lame, just stay!"

"No, it's fine. I like walking outside anyways, it's fun," you explained, garnering a rather dismissive wave goodbye from your friend.

You trudged down the corridors searching for the way out of the castle. Curfew was approaching and you were given the task of finding a few stragglers outdoors; a task you most appreciated due to the fact you'd never find anybody and you were usually lucky with receiving ample amounts of good weather.

Too comfortable with the usual, you spent most of your patrol time frolicking on the grassy fields and never looked too carefully for any students. You were about to head back inside when you saw the broom shed's door open. Curiously, you peered inside and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary...

A bit daunted, you closed the door and suddenly saw movement in the corner of your eye. You whipped around quickly, seeing someone flying on the quidditch pitch. You made your way into the pitch, assuming it was some overzealous lowerclassman riding on their broomstick.

As you made your way into the pitch, you realized how large it really was, somewhat awestruck. Hearing a distressed grunt, you turned around and saw the person who was flying, quite a distance away, chuck their broom onto the ground. You hastened over and the image came into view. Their brunette waves became clearer with each step you took and you managed to get their attention.

"H-hey!" You waved. You came to a stop in front of them, slightly huffing as they looked at you acutely. "Theodore, it's curfew in like... oh, two minutes ago."

Theodore raised an eyebrow at your words, seeming as if he had no idea who you were. "What?" he asked you, even though he heard what you said.

"It's past curfew, you can't be here," you said patiently. "What are you even doing here?"

"What's it look like?" he retorted. "Practicing," he added before you could answer his rhetoric question.

"Well... you should practice tomorrow. You already had that game today, you should take a break," you suggested.

He gave you what was probably the most condescending look ever, roaming over your figure. "Yeah, and we lost, princess. Need to practice."

"Don't overwork yourself," you said, your voice tinged with concern. "You were great today, I saw!"

"Mhm, probably cheering on your house, yeah?" he sneered. "Just get lost, I'm not harmin' anyone by practicing, but you're going to tell someone aren't you?" He looked a bit taut and you couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him. After all, he wasn't the worst player on his team yet he was the only one here practicing, probably losing hairs in the process.

"No, I won't tell anyone," you said quickly. "You look exhausted though. At least sit down." You trailed all the way to one of the tall wooden towers going up to the quidditch spectator stands, feeling the wooden bench poke your thighs. Surprisingly, he sat beside you on your right with a grunt, running his hands through his hair.

Well, now what.

You peered at him in wonderment as his gaze was set straight, admiring his birthmark. Your eyes trailed around the side of his face, looking at his thick, dark brows and then at his slightly unkempt hair. He turned suddenly to face you and you darted your head away, embarrassed. He let out a small scoff, throwing his head down in a smirk.

"So," you started. "You like quidditch?" you asked dumbly. He obviously did... he plays.

"I do," he responded. "When we win."

"You guys almost did," you consoled him, tentatively reaching to rub his shoulder.

Theodore didn't protest, finding the way your palm's touch warmed his shoulder unexpectedly comforting. He looked at your seemingly apologetic face before his eyes wandered down your form, going from your neck and then down to your legs.

"Mm, almost."

Fidgeting with your fingers, you spoke up again. "Yeah, almost! Almost is good!" You reassured him. "Don't beat yourself up-- you're already so stressed." You recalled the instances in class where he'd focus on his work, the times you saw him in the library as you patrolled the halls, and the way he never seemed to hang out with his friends this past week.

"Oh princess," he said, calling you that nickname again, making you turn a light shade of pink. "When has almost winning ever helped anyone? What can I do about the stress? Nothing's going to change if I don't work." He gave a nonchalant shrug, breaking contact with your sorry eyes as he buried his head in his hands.

"Uhm... I mean, do you want help?" You peered at him, wide-eyed and full of pity.

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And that's how you found yourself sitting on the open quidditch stands, thighs squeezed together with your head downcast as Theodore rubbed lazy circles over your underwear.

"I-I don't really see how this is supposed to help you," you mumbled.

He used his other hand to hold your chin gently, guiding your head to face him. "You think seeing a pretty girl like you lookin' like this doesn't help me?" he simpered. You felt your face heat up from the compliment, shifting your thighs to press against each other some more.

He let go of your chin and you looked down to watch him spread your thighs apart gently. Despite never being his friend, his touch felt familiar, even soothing. In fact, you didn't protest against him, even when you felt him slip your underwear to the side and insert a thick finger into your cunt.

Your mouth agape, you turned to look at him, brows knitting together as he met your gaze with a lascivious smile. You pressed your lips together to try and catch your breath, but it only lasted a few seconds as your lips parted once he entered another digit into you. He moved slowly, not taking his eyes off of yours, drinking in your dazed look.

You felt his pace increase, his fingers going in and out of your now glossy cunt rapidly, and let out a shaky moan which made Theodore's mouth contort in a wicked smile. You threw your head back, looking up at the greying sky. He leaned closer to you, his warm breath hitting your ear as he whispered.

"Feels good, yeah? Feels good to help me decompress hm?" He asked you quietly, having you squirm from his touch. You nodded meekly and let out a small yeah in response.

You had never experienced anything like this before. You were sort of scared, but also excited... maybe a bit confused? ...happy to help?

His touch eventually slowed, his two now-soaked fingers leaving your cunt as he held them up in front of you. Your eyes followed his fingers, your face turning into that of surprise as he brought his fingers into his mouth momentarily.

"So sweet..." he breathed out. "Come on, open up," he slapped your cheek lightly with his clean hand.

You opened your mouth slightly, your eyes looking reluctant.

"Come on, don't be scared," he cooed. You opened a little wider and he gently placed the two fingers on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around slowly, tasting sweet, kind of salty as well, but you weren't sure if that was you or his fingers. Taking in your appearance with his fingers in your mouth, he gave a breathy chuckle. "Cute."

He stood up from the bench with a sigh, taking a step in front of you. "Just one more thing, that okay?" he asked, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

"Yeah- yeah sure," you agreed. Even though you were unfamiliar with what you guys were doing, you were just glad you could help him out in some way.

"Good girl. --Has anyone told you how sweet you are?" He leaned forward slightly and cupped your cheeks to tilt your head upwards as you stayed seated on the bench.

"Some people, mhm," you nodded.

"Well, they weren't lying." He complimented you casually, making your stomach lurch in an oddly pleasant way. You adverted your gaze so you could soak in his compliment, your head then snapping up at the sound of a zipper. He gave you a wink that you'd be thinking about for the next week and a dazzling smile that you couldn't protest against.

He guided your legs up off the ground so you'd be kneeling on the stands bench and turned you around, having you facing opposite of the center of the quidditch pitch, towards the castle. Your eyes widened from the circumstances, the risk of being so exposed. You heard him shuffle a little behind you, the sound of his pants going down, boxers following.

You felt one of his cold fingers brush against your skin as he pushed your skirt up, making you shudder. He pulled your sodden underwear down and you heard him take a sharp inhale. His fingers ran over your folds, eliciting a groan from him. "You're so wet... n' you've never done this?" he asked you.

You shook your head, making him sigh.

"And you really want to give this to me?"

"Yeah, I do," you muttered quietly. You didn't care that it was Theodore, you just saw him as someone who needed some help and you were going to give it to them... Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you cared that it was Theodore. The Slytherin that you'd always catch yourself ogling at during the quidditch games, the one you'd stare at in potions, the guy you'd hold the door open for before Charms class.

Seeing no reason to delay his pleasure, Theodore positioned himself between your legs, holding your waist from behind as he pushed the tip of his cock into your ready cunt. You couldn't help the large gasp you let out while he stretched you out. You tried to recuperate momentarily, but he continued to enter you slowly, feeling as if there was no end.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured. He slid in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace over time before you started to let out involuntary moans.

"Theo- Theodore," you huffed out, almost whining. "The castle-- someone could see us," you worried.

His pace becoming incontinent, he brushed off your concern with ease. "No one will, okay?"

Even with his reassurance, you couldn't help but feel sheepish, your anxiety spiking as the thrill got to you.

"Oh my g-god," you moaned. Theodore leaned into your back, head resting on the nape of your shoulder. He snaked his arm on your other shoulder, putting you in a headlock. You brought your hands up to hold his arm, your mind going blank as he started up a relentless speed on you and had his other arm travel down to rub on your clit.

"Shh, shh," he whispered. "Now they will see us if you don't quiet down, yeah?" You nodded in agreement, understanding that you mustn't be loud. After a few minutes of biting back your moans as he drilled into you, he positioned you to lie on your back, on one of the benches. You complied and allowed him to reposition himself into you.

"F-fuck!" You mewled, unable to contain yourself in the new position.

"Shh, shh, shhh..." he shushed you once again, covering your mouth with a large hand as the other held both of your legs against his chest. "Be quiet for me, okay? You can do it," he murmured into your ear, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

You nodded slowly as you looked up at him when he pulled his head away from you. "Good... so good."

So entranced by his eye contact, your brain drowned out the sounds of his cock going in and out of your sopping cunt, forgetting all about your precarious surroundings.

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel and you knew that your orgasm was nearing. You clawed at Theodore's hand that was on your mouth and he let go, allowing your ragged gasps to float out into the air.

"You okay?" he asked you. "You close?" He couldn't help but smile endearingly at your state, horribly disheveled, biting your own lip to keep yourself from attracting attention.

"Mm," you nodded weakly, feeling your legs begin to shake. As you came undone, you felt him slow down, letting out groans of his own. You bit down on your lips harder and you could feel tears creeping into your eyes as you felt overloaded with sensations. He pulled out of you with a light pop and stepped towards your head.

He had his cock a few inches above your face and looked hesitant before asking, "May I?"

You honestly weren't very sure of what he was requesting, but you let out a soft yeah, being surprised once he spilled onto your face.

Your lips parted into an o-shape as you squinted slightly. After one last drop, you ran a finger on your cheek, observing the mark he left on you trailing down your finger. He dropped his hands to his side and crouched down to be face level with you. He cupped your face with his hands as he ushered you to sit up.

"You're a sweetheart, so nice of you to help," he praised. Even though he had just done things to you that you'd never even been brave enough to imagine an hour prior, you couldn't fight back the bashful look on your face.

"Of course," you whispered. "Do you feel better?" you asked, pulling your underwear back up.

"Yeah, yeah I do," he chortled. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You saw the sky darkening by the second and looked out the pitch. "Oh! Someone's coming!" you exclaimed.

He gave a mischievous smile that you could stare at for days, planted a quick kiss on your lips, and grabbed your hand to stand you up, brushing ur skirt down to cover your behind.

"Then let's go."

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