#I love the way you draw expressions op

[frmisnow]

˙✧˖ ?! — KEEPING YOU IN BED (CAUSE I'M DOWN BED). - MDNI !!!

— ‧₊˚ — 🍵 : "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"??"

summary. going to work on your boyfriends single day-off already sounds like a death sentence, things only become worse when he makes it especially hard to leave the bed.

notes. SLEEPY HORNY KOOK AASHHSSHSH my roman empire... 😭 SORRY FOR THE TITLE I HAD A LIL GIGGLE OKAY ???

warnings/includes: (NSFW) dom! jungkook x f! sub! reader, starts sleepy + wholesome, turns a lil unhinged..., pounding, overstimulation, he's just a bit mean in second half (but we love it)

you rub your eyes, the morning sunlight blinding you through the sheer curtains - soft and rhythmic breathing audible beside you when you look over you find your boyfriend's chest rising and falling slowly, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist, in pure peace still somewhere in the deep roams of sleep.

after all it was his day off, a rare sanctuary in the hectic schedule of hislife, and yet, there you were, inching away from the warmth of his embrace, preparing to face the day ahead.

but as you attempted to free yourself from the tangle of sheets and limbs, a sleepy murmur escaped him, a half-formed quiet plea, "just few more minutes" His arm instinctively tightened around your waist, drawing you back into his tight hug, nuzzling his face to your middle body. quick little peeks placed all over tummy, almost like rubbing his face over you, his hands lazily tracing circles over your sides, "just a little longer"

he shifts his position, now completly lying over you, trapping and preventing you from leaving, wrapping his arms around your neck, "love you so much" whispered into your nape.

you giggled in response, your hands hugging his back, travelling under his shirt, rubbing over the skin gently, "you're trying everything to lure me in longer huh"

kook smiled sleeply against your skin, his head moved to your shoulder so he could look at your face better, lips roaming over your collarbone, settling on them for a split second, "is it working?"

"don't know, might have to try a bit harder" you answered in a joking tone, your fingers tracing light patterns on his back.

he squints his eyes, a faint smile on his face, raising his eyebrows, "oh really?" fake innocence added into his tone.

you were stupid.

in fact very much so.

out of experience you should've known that jungkook has an unbelievable amount of sheer competitivness inside him and if you unleash that - you're pretty much fucked.

you should've recognized that familar grin, you should've recognized those wandering hands of his that would do anything just to prove you wrong, just to remind you that nobody doubts him without well- consequences!

those consequences may include: him in the beginning softly manhandling you (in his own way y'know) which turns into him throwing away any sense of tiredness or gentleness he had before, sentences like "feel me fuckin pounding, listen to it" or "so much fuckin cum" rolling over his tongue as he overstimulates you over and over again.

damn well keeping that clock on the night stand at the corner of his eyes, just to rub it into your face, "how easy it was to get you to do this" or "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"

and oh he's looking for answers from you too, "what are you gonna tell your boss now?" half mumbeled half groaned as he slams into you once more chasing that 3rd orgasm, obviously knowing you're way to brainfucked to understand think about even responding.

"should've kept your fucking mouth shut, don't you think?" and all you can do in response is whimper and moan like a little bitch.

weirdly enough that's what satisfies him - the slutty expression on your face, the way your mouth stays slightly parted, the way your pussy tightens around him, the way your tits just fit so easily in his hands like they were made for him (which he'll openly say 2!), the way you sound, the way your body looks when he fucks you senseless - everything about you like this is so endearing to him and worth repeating over and over again.

he can be real sweet after, acting like it never even happened, bringing you breakfast to bed while you were lying bare trying to regain your brain acess again, innocently saying smth along the lines of: "i called you in sick for today" then adding, "it's not like it's worth going anyway might just spend the day with me" okay whatever you say kook :3

[hobie-enthusiast]

Hobie with a friend or s/o that feels safe drawing and practicing instruments (just overall being creative) around him 🥺?

Thank u op for feeding us so we’ll with all the hobie content btw !!!! MWAH ❤️❤️

THE CREATIVE MIND !

— hobie brown x creative!gn!reader

— fluff, creative reader, pet-names, hobie being a menace, hcs and then a blurb for artist reader at the end

— hobie and his encouragement with his s/o, who loves expressing their creativity with him

— SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK but here it is anon muwah

— Hobie first noticed how much you kept to yourself

— Of course you talked with people around you, but you weren’t very open about what you liked to do

— He loved playing his guitar, Gwen loved playing the drums, Miles loved drawing and sketching, but what did you enjoy?

— Turns out it was a combination of all those things

— When Hobie starts to get closer to you, he notices the little things that you don’t hide around him anymore

— Splatters of paint, marker markings, blistered fingers, all signs of the creativity you hold behind closed doors

— Just as friends, Hobie may ask about what you do, but will never push if you don’t want to say

— He’ll lead into some conversations about it if you do

— Loves listening to you talk and talk about what you do once you get comfortable around him

— Then his friends try to beg to know what you do, what’s the secret hobby you hold so dear?

— And to that he keeps quiet

— Because he loves the fact that you trust him so much to let him know about how well you can do what you do

— If the two of you are dating, god he’s your biggest supporter

— He loves motivating people to go against their limits and rules to achieve their greatness, and he does the same with you

— Every-time you show him a new project, he praises it like the Mona Lisa

— “‘s amazin’, swee’heart. got myself such a talen’ed par’ner.”

— “Belongs on display, ‘s for sure.”

— if you’re an artist, he commissions you all the time

— Stickers for his guitar, art on his walls, even doodles on his hands

— He wants to proudly sport your work wherever he can

— If you play an instrument, he’ll constantly ask to practice and play with you

— Even if you play something like the trumpet, he’ll find a way to jam out with you

— It means a lot to him to share music with who he loves

— If you are a writer, he’ll always ask to see what you’re typing up

— Hobie’s everyone’s biggest supporter, and that’s never an exception for you

— He adores everything you create, no exceptions

Your legs dangled off the edge of the couch as you take your pencil to your sketchbook. On the opposite chair, Hobie was strumming guitar, scribbling and marking his music. It was like a peaceful creative time you shared.

You take a peak up at your boyfriend before looking back down, sketching the features of his nose onto your paper. For the past hour you had been sketching him, multiple poses of him lying there, with his guitar, and him just smiling (which was a closed smirk but better than nothing). You were finishing a sketch of him messing with his guitar, drawing up his hair and piercings.

“Mm..” Hobie sighs before making that focused face he does, bringing out the crease on his forehead.

You smile and draw that out onto the sketch, enjoying how blissfully unaware Hobie seemed. You had numerous sketches of him, but he didn’t need to know.

As you stare down and take glances up, Hobie finishes with the current song he was messing with. He looks over at you, noticing how focused you seemed on your sketch. It was mesmerizing watching you work so passionately.

Quietly, he got up, sneaking over to your seat on the couch. He wraps his arms around you, peaking over your shoulder. “Whatcha workin’ on?”

You slam the book shut. “Nothing!”

“Oh? But I wanna see..” Hobie responds, reaching to grab your sketchbook.

“No no! It’s nothing!”

You shoot up to run to your shared bedroom, holding the book away from Hobie. He chases after you and shoots a web to grab the book. As much as you try to pull it back, he ultimately wins, taking the sketchbook in his hands.

“Le’s see..” He speaks, turning to the page you were working on. “Oh.”

You groan, throwing your head into a pillow. “Hobie..”

He’s quiet for a while, admiring your work. You make him look so.. incredible. All the pencil strokes bring out a different feature of him, and he’s never thought he looked this great.

"These are incred'ble, swee'heart." He says after a while, glancing up at you. “C’mon, don’ be shy. ‘s good stuff.” He assures you as he takes a seat next to you.

You snatch the book from Hobie, swatting him with it. “Ever heard of privacy?!”

“Mm.. ‘s good t’ know ‘s how ya see me.”

“Well.. it’s not even done.” You say with a sigh. Then, you get an idea. “Wait! I’ve got an idea.”

Hobie’s eyes raise. “Hmm?”

You turn back to open the page you were working on, grabbing a pencil and a red marker from the nightstand next to your bed. You look up at Hobie before looking back down, sketching something.

“Just stay still..” You request, sketching out some new features you can now notice from up close. “I wanna finish..”

Hobie chuckles, crossing a knee over his leg. “Mm.. ‘right, ‘ll be ‘ur muse.”

In turn, you give a smile, gently kissing his cheek before continuing to work on his profile. You sketch every little crease, freckle, blister he has on his face. Any scar or bruise he has from his hero ventures, you include. You start to get lost in your book as time moves on.

Your boyfriend just sits there, admiring the way you look so focused. He’s grateful you feel comfortable around him, to where you can allow yourself to indulge in your creativity. He loves how people express themselves, you especially.

When you start adding some colour, you see Hobie scoot next to you. “So talen’ed, ya know that?”

You smile gently, leaning into his shoulder. “I appreciate that, Hobie.” You respond as you continue putting in some highlights.

Once it’s done, Hobie sits back and praises your work like there’s no tomorrow. Many compliments, pet-names, and red blushing messes later, he’s pulling your leg to convince you to let him take them, hang them up.

Once you do agree, he also asks you to make him some stickers for his guitar. “Need some good stuff f’ my gui’ar. Make it flashy t’ fight facis’s.”

Once you do make them, trust, he’s going to brag to everyone he knows and is friends with who made the beautiful artwork displayed on his guitar.

[tacticaldiary]

just found ur account, u post some rly awesome stuff. i was just wondering if you could write a fic for either the 141’s ghost or price in an established relationship with the reader and they forgot the readers birthday?

Forget Me Not

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt No Comfort

Simon's a sharp man. He can't afford to be anything less, lest he ends up with a bullet in his back but it's most often the more mundane and meaningful things that slip his mind. Her birthday, for example.

Masterlist

There wasn't an expectation to go all out for every little celebration in their lives. Both Simon and her were relatively quiet people, preferring to keep celebrations more intimate between them. A small gift for an anniversary, a walk along the beach. It was the little things that were the most special to her, they showed her that grandeur and big gestures weren't the only means of expressing love so deep and devoted.

But never had it come to one of them completely withdrawing.

Their birthday were a slightly more lively affair, having more people involved. Simon, of course, was not particularly fond of having his own but hers? In the past he'd arranged surprises for her on the day, whether that be contacting her family and friends or pulling her out of bed in the morning with breakfast he'd made just for her.

It's why it's so surprising to see him go about his morning like a completely normal day.

He'd kissed her in the morning, no different than how he does every day, went about the house gathering his gear for work that day. Nothing special, just a debrief he needed to attend in the afternoon.

"You'll be going in today?" She asks, unable to keep the slight frown off her face. Her coffee cup is set on the counter with a small 'clink.'

He nods, leaning down to lace up his boots. "Got a debrief at noon. Johnny's been yapping our ears off about a new bar he found so I've no doubt he'll find a way to drag everybody there afterwards." He rolls his eyes but she can tell it's in a fond way.

As disinterested as Ghost might act, she knows he's fond of his team.

Ghost nods, straightening up once he's done with his boots. "Don't wait up for me. Might be a while till I'm back." She watches, a little stunned as he leans down to press a kiss to her forehead before hitching his bag over his shoulder.

Oh.

She didn't think he'd...forget.

"Are you sure you're not forgetting something?" She asks half thinking he's playing some sort of joke on her. He couldn't have forgotten...right? Simon was normally so good with these things. He'd never forgotten before. "Something else that's today? Something important, maybe?"

He gives her a blank look, coming to a stop next to her. "Nothing important enough to remember." He responds, pulling out his keys.

She knows he doesn't mean it like it sounds to her, but that doesn't stop the pang of sudden hurt. Nothing worth remembering?

He was probably trying to be funny with that dry humour of his, but after waking up to him already out of bed, excited to spend the day with him, finding out he'd be going to spend some time in some bar instead of with her today...

It really does sting.

She knows she could call out to him, just tell him that it's her birthday today, but part of her just...doesn't want to. If it wasn't worth remembering, maybe she should celebrate by herself this year...

He calls out a goodbye. The front door opens. Shuts close behind him.

Silence.

She draws in a long, slightly shaky breath and picks up her coffee mug, willing the stinging in her eyes to recede.

                                 · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Simon's had a pretty smooth day so far, which is something that almost never happens. The debrief went smoothly confirming that the Russian intel they'd spotted the other day had been solid enough to warrant the extraction op the team was to take in two weeks time. The bar Johnny had been so eager to show them hadn't been half bad either.

The decor was old 80's themed, a nice polished mahogany bar spanning the entire length of a wall. Ghost had taken to sitting down with a whiskey, watching Price and Gaz play pool while making idle conversation with Johnny sat by his side.

Well, 'conversation' was a generous word. It was mostly Johnny doing the talking with him answering every now and then, or chiming in with a hum to show he was still listening.

"I'm surprised your still hear, you know." Johnny says, shaking his head as he takes another sip of his drink.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Had a fight with the missus?" Gaz's voice joins in, the other two having wrapped up their game. He orders a drink for himself before sliding into the stool next to Ghost. "Got to agree with Soap on this one. I'm bloody surprised you're in deep enough shit to spend the night here instead."

Ghost stares at them like they're stupid. Maybe they are, because neither of them are making a lick of sense to him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He drains the last of his whiskey, not missing the look exchanged by the other two men.

"Mate-" Gaz says incredulously.

"Nah, he's not that daft." Soap cuts him off. "He's just fucking with ya."

Gaz narrows his eyes at Ghost. "I don't think he is."

"He's gotta be. Everyone knows-"

"Will either of you spit it out?" He sets his glass down on the table with a little more force than necessary.

"Bloody hell, you did forget." Gaz whispers. "Oh, you're a dead man." Soap recognising the frustrated twitch of Ghost's hand decided to blurt it out before hands get thrown.

"It's your lass' birthday today." Soap says. "Don't tell me ya forgot."

Ghost go through a rush of feelings all at once.

First in disbelief. He's not stupid, of course he'd remember something as simple as a birthday, especially hers. The second is doubt, because the look on Gaz's face is one so full of pity it makes him uncomfortable.

Ghost pulls out his phone to check the date and...

Shit.

The third feeling is disbelief. There's no way he just forgot. Someone must be fucking with him.

"Are you sure you're not forgetting something?"

"Nothing important enough to remember."

The barstool scrapes as dread and guilt twist his gut. Grabbing his coat, he makes for the door without another word, cussing out Johnny for the cackle he laughs behind his back as he leaves in more of a hurry than anyone's ever seen him.

8pm. He'd spent the entire day taking the piss with the guys on the one day that should have been dedicated to her.

He'd been away for so long, arriving home only a few days ago and he'd just...left her again. Granted, those few days being so busy had been out of his control but still. That wasn't an excuse, he decides, turning on the car.

He hadn't been busy today, and had had the time to go back home to her after his debriefing.

His hands tighten around the steering wheel.

                                 · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Her earrings glint under the light of their bedroom. Staring at herself in the vanity, admiring the gorgeous dress her friend had gifted her for today, she can't help but feel a lack of excitement for the upcoming night.

Simon has really forgotten. She'd come to terms with it a couple hours ago when the sun had finally set and she'd realised that it wasn't a joke. He'd really, truly forgotten.

Going out partying hadn't been the plan at all, but when he friends had come over to give her a hug and presents, they'd seen her upset, still in her house clothes and decided it was completely unacceptable for her to spend the day like that.

Ushered into getting ready, they'd made plans to meet at this new upscale fancy restaurant before hitting a few clubs on the way back home.

Better than nothing, she reminds herself, chasing away thoughts of what her night might have looked like if Simon had stayed. No time for sulking, this was supposed to be a happy day. She was supposed to be happy.

So why does she feel tears sting at her eyes when she reaches for her purse to check if she has everything? Blinking them away, she takes a second to compose herself.

The key jingle in the lock, the sound echoing from the hallway into their bedroom. She tenses in surprise. Was he home?

Hope blooms in her chest. If Simon was home, maybe he did remember? Maybe he came home early to-

No.

No that wasn't right, she chides herself, smile slipping off her face. Even if he did remember now, that's not an excuse for forgetting the rest of the entire day, for leaving her feeling so shitty and going off to drink with the others.

Straightening her spine, she takes a deep breath and heads for the door. Her feet take her halfway down the hall before the front door flies open on its own, baring the man in question.

His knuckles are white with how hard he's gripping his keys, and some of the tension in his shoulders relaxes when he lays eyes on her. Something akin to relief, as if he might have thought she wouldn't be there when he got home.

"I-"

"Early night?" She straightens out her dress, feeling his eyes on her. He's quiet for a beat, assessing the situation before acting. Ever the soldier. "Mine's just starting." Her voice is as even as she can make it.

Simon shuts the door behind him. "I didn't realise-"

"That's right." He doesn't get to speak right now, doesn't get to fill her mind with pretty apologies and promises. Not this time, not tonight. "You forgot, Simon." A flash of guilt in his eyes makes her feel a pang in her chest she refuses to let take the reigns. "You forgot." She wavers for a moment, clears her throat to regain some control. "Nothing important enough to remember, right?"

It's a punch to the gut, hearing his words thrown back at him with the knowledge of how she interpreted them. His jaw clenches, frustrated at himself for letting something like this slip by him. "I'm going to make it up to you, yeah? Just let me-"

"No thanks." She shakes her head.

"Just let me finish," He narrows his eyes, a little irked at being cut off over and over again.

"No, Ghost." The way he tenses at his name being abandoned for his callsign is proof enough of how he's fucked up. "I don't want to hear it, alright?" She swallows. "I don't want to hear any of it, I'm going out, I'm going to have a good time on my goddamn birthday with my friends, and I'm not going to let you make me cry before I leave."

Cry? It's then that he notices how red her eyes are. Guilt slams into him hard enough to wind him, it worms it's way through his chest and eats him alive, gnawing on the little parts of his heart that haven't gotten calloused.

The first thing he notices when he walked in was how gorgeous she looked. Standing there in front of him in that dress, he's well familiar with most of her clothes, having been the one taking them off at the end of the day, but this one he hasn't ever seen before and it hugs her just right, enough to make his mind blank for a moment when he first walked in.

But he understands. Ghost sees the way she's clutching onto that purse of hers, the way her knuckles are white and the slight shake of her shoulders.

She's trying not to cry.

Because of him.

Fucking hell, that hurts. But not as much as what he's made her feel. Simon wants to argue, wants to tug her close and make it all better, but he sees that she means it, and hell does she deserve to have a good time after the way her morning went.

Simon steps aside with a tight nod.

Letting out what almost is a small, shaky sigh of relief, she brushes past him on the way out and Simon really doesn't have enough self control, because his hand wraps around her elbow to halt her in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, love." He says, so gently, so quiet. Such a stark difference to how he usually is. "I really am. And I will make it up to you, yeah? I promise."

A tight knot forms in her throat, threatening to send a fresh wave of tears at her conflicted feelings. It's all she can do to give him the barest of nods, avoiding his eyes.

"Don't wait up for me. Might be a while till I'm back." She echoes his words from the morning back to him before she shakes off his grip and leaves him alone.

An empty house, a mind full of buzzing remorse.

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(11/07/2023)

[leafsbabe]

Joe Burrow - BURROW on your back (smut)

after your first Bengals game your husband gets just a little bit possessive 4.7k

“Are you excited?” 

Your husband's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, making you jump slightly. You loved Joe with all your heart but he really needed to stop sneaking up on you. He stepped closer, bringing an arm about your middle and hooking his chin over your shoulder so he could look at the two of you together in the big mirror you were standing in front of, anxiously picking at your outfit. 

“Yeah.” Hoping a smile would distract him from your obvious lie you flashed him a quick one in the mirror. Judging by his expression that didn’t work though.

Joe turned his head slightly, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck just below your ear.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, voice low.

“Nothing.” You answered back, turning around in his arms so you were looking up at him.

You had never been a fan of big crowds and strangers. Ever since you were a little kid you tried to avoid large groups of people, preferring to just stay home or go out in smaller groups with a few close friends. Joe had never faulted you for it and understood that you couldn’t cheer for him from the stands like some of his teammates' significant others did. He was just as happy for you to curl up in front of the tv at home and watch as he won games for you. You eventually went to a few games back in college although it was a rare occurrence. 

Now Joe was already in the second season of his pro career and you had yet to watch a Bengals game in the stadium. You tried to work up the confidence to go out, meet the team and their families, and enjoy watching your husband play the game he loved but so far you always backed out. It was just too much.

“Are you not feeling well?” He gave you a concerned look before raising a hand to gently cup your face. His thumb softly stroked your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into it. “You don’t have to come, honey. I know it stresses you out. If you want you can stay here and watch from home, or don’t watch at all and just take a nice long bath.”

“No, no, I said I would come.” 

“Okay if you’re sure. You look cute.” 

Looking down at your large Burrow jersey you couldn’t help but agree. You had stolen it from Joe’s part of the closet but it definitely looked better on you. Most of his clothes did.

“Had to make sure I rep my favorite team. And this one coincidentally had my name across the back so why not.” You turned around in his arms again so that your back was to his front, making it really easy for him to see the big BURROW on your back. 

You felt Joe trace the letters, running his finger over the fabric and you couldn’t help but smile at the gentle gesture. 

“It looks great on you.” He complimented you again before he turned serious. “Are you really sure you want to come?” 

Instead of talking you just nodded, hoping that the nonverbal gesture did more to convince Joe than words could. It’s just one little game, not the first of the season, not against a big rival, nothing that should draw in unusually large crowds. You could do this.

“If you want we can leave now, get there before the crowds.” Your husband suggested. “I can walk you up to the box and everything. It’s gonna be a while before the game starts but then you won’t have to deal with so many people.”

Leaving now before you could change your mind sounded like a good idea, once you were there you would just have to deal with it, so you quickly agreed and soon found yourself in the passenger seat of his car as you made your way towards the stadium. 

You could feel yourself getting more nervous but Joe seemed to notice too and put his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to calm you down. It helped a little bit and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for having a caring husband that could pick up on your discomfort. The radio was softly playing as Joe drove the two of you to the stadium.

Your anxiety didn’t lessen as he parked and exited the car, walking around to open your door for you and help you out. Neither did it when he walked you through the stadium, pointing out a few corners he deemed interesting, holding your hand in his and stroking his thumb across the back of your hand in an attempt to soothe you. It wasn’t long before the two of you reached the suite reserved for the families of players. It was still empty and Joe let go of your hand to motion for you to look around. 

“The others should come in a bit. I tried to ask the guys if their families would come and a lot of the wives and girlfriends can’t come today so you’re not going to meet everybody. Although maybe that’ll make today easier.”

It would make things easier.

You felt so thankful that Joe didn’t push you that far outside your comfort zone, always trying to keep your feelings in mind. He led you to a seat that was at the side of the suite, close to a wall, a little hidden in the big room. When you sat down it was comfortable and you really thought that you could handle this game. 

“Can you see well?” He asked, before immediately blocking your view with his strong body. 

“I see everything I want to see.” You tease back, laughing as he smiled down at you.

Joe looked around the room for a second and you already knew what was coming. You weren’t the biggest fan of PDA but occasionally you could be enticed when nobody was around. It was easy to close your eyes in anticipation of a quick kiss. His lips only stayed on yours for a second, a touch so light it would have made you question if you dreamed it up had you not known it was about to happen.

“See you after the game?” 

You nodded a slight smile on your lips. You didn’t even have to force yourself this time. It’s only going to be a few hours. 

Watching Joe walk out of the door didn’t make you feel anxious for once. You got this. 

*

As much as it pained you to admit it, watching the game from the stadium was fun. The suite was mostly empty with the exception of a handful other partners and an adorable little toddler with bright orange bows in her hair. It didn’t feel overwhelming to sit together and talk while watching the game. Nobody asked too many questions and the small talk didn’t veer into awkward territory. You even let yourself get roped into being in a group picture, smiling at the camera alongside the other women.

Although the game only lasted a few hours it felt like eternity. Even though you had fun your social battery was running out and you could feel it. After the game was over it didn’t take long for the others to gather their things to get ready to leave. You stayed in your seat while you watched them get up and walk towards the door. 

“Do you want to head down with us?” One of them asked, a smile on her lips. 

“I think I’m gonna wait up here a little longer.” You answered, unsure if you should tell her the whole story even though you had just met her a few hours ago. “I’m not so good with crowds and Joe said he would come get me after the game so I don’t want to worry him by wandering off.” You settled on a half truth.

“Oh okay. Well it was really nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll see you at another game this season?” 

“Yeah.” You smiled back, watching as the last of the others left, leaving you alone in the suite once again. 

Joe didn’t leave you waiting for long. You knew it would take a while for him to get changed after the game but he was walking into the family suite surprisingly soon.

The sound of the door opening loudly made you jump in your seat slightly but you calmed down once you saw that it was just your husband. The look on his face wasn’t as cheerful as you had suspected it would be after a game but you didn’t mind. He still looked as handsome as ever. 

“The game was amazing.” You couldn’t help but blurt out, a little positively overwhelmed from everything. Wrapping your arms around his neck you hugged him close. “You played so well, I’m so proud of you. Thank you for convincing me to come.”

“I’m glad you had fun, baby.” He said with his arms around you. It sounded a little quiet but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions yet. If something was bothering Joe he would tell you. “Are you ready to head out? I know a way down to the parking lot that barely anybody uses so we’d be on our own.”

“Yes please.” You just smiled back. You weren’t lying when you told Joe you had a good time at the game but you were more than ready to head home. It’s only been a few hours but you longed for the familiarity of your home. 

*

The drive back to your house was mostly silent with the exemption of the car radio which played some kind of top 40s station. You were just wondering whether you should just ask Joe about what was obviously bothering him which he still hadn’t brought up when he spoke up on his own. 

“I’m sorry that I'm in a mood.” He said, not taking his eyes off the road. 

Reaching over you put one of your hands on his muscular thigh, giving it a little squeeze, offering him silent support to keep talking.

“You took a picture with the other wives, right?” Joe asked.

“Yeah. They were really nice and said I don't have to if I don't want to and that they don’t want to pressure me but I thought it would be nice to have some pictures of my first game.”

“You looked amazing. And I know you looked amazing because one of the girls posted the picture and I had to listen to the guys tease me for half an hour. Talking about my ‘smoking hot girl’ and that it’s ‘no wonder I don’t let you out of the house because I’m scared you’re going to find somebody better’ and I hated every second of it. I don’t like them talking about you that way.” His voice was quiet and tense as he spoke.

You could see how tense he was, muscles flexing and his knuckles turning white from the way he was gripping the steering wheel. “Did they say anything bad?” It came out a little pitiful but you couldn’t help it. For the entire day you had been so worried about what the other family members would think that it hadn’t even occurred to you to worry about his teammates. What if they thought badly of you? 

“No!” Joe answered immediately. “They were just… they were talking about how hot you are and I didn’t like that.”

His face looked completely red and you knew from experience just how deep that blush went. It was cute to see him all worked up about this. 

“Awww. Are you jealous Joe?” 

“No!” He responded way too quickly before relenting, “Yes…You’re my wife and they shouldn’t say shit about how hot you are. That’s my job.”

“I love it when you’re so protective.” You told him, giving his thigh another squeeze. 

The two of you stayed silent the rest of the short car ride, both lost in your own thoughts. The game was amazing and even though the stress of it all made you feel a little exhausted you wanted to show him just how much you appreciate him for making you go. For pushing you out of your comfort zone just a little while always being there as a shoulder to lean on if things got rough and having your back when you choose a tactical retreat.

By the time the car pulled into the driveway you had come up with an idea on how to cheer Joe up. It would be a lie to say that seeing him all possessive didn’t turn you on so why not roll with that. 

Joe got out first and -always the gentleman- jogged around the car to open your door for you and help you out. He was still a little tense but you could fix that in no time.

“You should take another shower.” You suggested as soon as the door to your house fell shut.

Your husband just gave you a questioning look before giving his shirt a quick sniff. “Do I smell that bad? I already took a shower at the stadium.” 

“Yeah but the showers at the stadium don’t have the expensive shampoo you like to use or super hot naked wives to wash your hair for you, don’t they?” 

It took a few seconds for the words to register before Joe quickly followed you. You managed to get a handful of feet headstart towards the master bathroom but Joe quickly caught up to you with his long legs. One second he was right behind you and the next he had picked you up and unceremoniously thrown you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the shower. You trusted your husband to not drop you but that didn’t mean you couldn’t retaliate when he gave your ass a quick slap on the way. 

Once you reached the bathroom Joe carefully sat you down next to the shower before taking a step back and looking at you. You both just looked at each other for a second, neither of you moving. 

“Aren’t you gonna get undressed?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“Aren’t you?” You asked right back.

He just smirked before giving you a quick glance up and down. “I just won a game for you baby. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

That sly man just wanted to get a show but sadly for him there was nothing even remotely erotic about trying to get rid of the outfit you were wearing. Maybe if he had given you time to put on something cute or let you plan everything a bit longer there could be a chance of you trying to undress for him in a sexy way but definitely not tonight. You pulled his jersey over your head before throwing it at Joe, laughing as it landed directly on his face. The few seconds that got you were enough to pull down your pants and underwear before you turned around and made your way towards the shower, letting Joe get a glance at you removing your bra and nothing more. He didn’t do anything but stare for a moment, not that you minded your hot husband checking you out.

It just gave you time to turn on the water and get it to a nice temperature while he followed your lead and undressed. The shower door didn’t make a sound when he stepped through but you could feel his presence behind you before his arms wound around your middle from behind and a kiss was dropped on your shoulder. Not for the first time were you grateful for the giant shower in the master bathroom. 

At least you were until Joe turned you around in his arms and walked you back a step until your back connected with the cold tile wall. You let out a little yelp at the contact, immediately fleeing back into the warmth of Joe. 

“The tiles are cold.” You mumbled against his skin before feeling his laugh. It was a hearty one that shook his entire chest and even though what you said wasn’t even particularly funny you were glad he seemed to relax. 

It took a bit before you managed to peel yourself away from Joe to look at the products lined up in their spot, searching for the shower gel. 

“Want me to get your back?” Joe asked from behind you. Looking back over your shoulder you saw him watching you with an unmistakable look in his eyes but you weren’t in the shower for that… that would come later.

“Only if you’re nice.” You tease him. “We’re here to wash the day off of us. Not to get off.” 

The way he pouted in response made you laugh again but you didn’t budge. 

It was nice to just enjoy the time with Joe and not think too hard about anything outside the walls of your bathroom. After your playful scolding Joe decided to play nice. It felt good to just focus on his soft skin under your hands or the way his fingers felt as they ran across your skin. There was nothing but mellow intimacy and you loved it.

*

“You were right.” Joe told you later after you had toweled off and made your way to the bedroom. He let himself fall onto your bed and shuffled around a little until he was comfortably laying back, gloriously naked against the soft sheets. “That shower was a great idea.”

“Told you so.” His eyes were closed but he opened them when he felt the bed dip due to the weight of your body. You hadn’t bothered to get dressed after the shower either and you could feel his eyes on you as you slowly made your way to him until you were straddling his thighs, looking down at him.

His hands found your thighs and gave them a little squeeze before inching them a tiny bit higher and repeating the motion. “It would have been better if we had taken a bath though.” Joe smiled up at you. 

“Why?”

His hands reached your hips and stayed there, big and warm at your sides. “Because we could have both relaxed.” He said, squeezing again. “Lit a few candles…” Another squeeze. “You would have gotten in first, of course, so I could lean back against you as a reward for the win today.” 

“Of course.” You agreed, growing restless. Growing needy.

“I’d lean back against you and we could just enjoy being close. Obviously I'd have to pretend I couldn't feel your nipples get hard against my back but we wouldn’t want our relaxing tub time to turn into something else now wouldn’t we?”

“Can’t have that.” You agreed.

“Kind of like I'm pretending to not notice them getting hard right now. Although it would probably be easier to hide how wet you are in the tub don’t you think?”

Even though you barely registered his words at this point you couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping. 

“You think I didn't notice, baby?” Joe teased, squeezing your hip again just to remind you that he still had his hands on them. “Didn’t think I'd notice you basically grinding on my thighs for the past five minutes?”

Had you? Was there even a way you had been subconsciously riding your husbands thick thighs without even noticing? His hands were still on your sides and only now you realized they weren’t just resting there, they were guiding you, helping you move. 

“Oh.” 

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll get there soon.” 

Joe moved you around the bed until he was sitting up with you in his lap again but this time he didn’t give you the satisfaction of being able to rock against him, his grip keeping you hovering above him, pleasure just out of reach. 

His mouth found your skin, lips connecting with the soft hollow of your throat and slowly working their way down to the top of your chest. “So pretty.” He mumbled, pressing little kisses around your collarbone before biting down on the soft flesh below it.

You’d definitely end up properly marked up by the end of the night and you couldn’t wait. Joe was always careful where he placed marks but he also liked to go over the top and make sure you knew just who you belonged to. 

“Just for you.” You mumbled as his lips found one of your nipples and drew in it. Running his tongue against it before giving it a teasing little bite. Not enough to hurt but enough to leave you wanting more. “Joe please.” 

Your husband just laughed and focused on your other breast. “Patience baby.” 

The feeling of his soft lips on your breasts and his rough hands on your waist made you dizzy and you desperately needed him to let go of you so that you could go back to riding his thigh, chasing the pleasure he was denying you on your own. 

Another gasp left your lips causing Joe to pull away. You needed more not less but your following whine finally made him relent, guiding your hips in a slow grind. It wasn’t enough to satisfy you in the way you needed it but at the moment it felt like the greatest pleasure you had ever felt.

“Please. Joe, please.” You moaned, hands coming up to run through his hair. Grabbing at his head, his neck, his shoulders. Anything to keep him close.

Even though you had anticipated the feeling of his tip at your entrance it still took you by surprise. His hands stayed anchored to your hips and moved you around, positioning you so that he could pull you down on his dick slowly. He waited until you were fully connected, filling you up as far as he could, before he moved his hands again, running them up and down your sides just enough to make you gasp. 

He didn’t try to move you again, instead letting you sit full of him. 

“Go on, baby.” Joe said, pressing another few kisses against your neck. “Take what you need from me.”

Pulling his hair just a little bit was enough for him to lift his head so that you could look at him. He was so beautiful under you. With his messy hair and his pupils so dilated you felt like you could look directly into his soul. Bringing your lips to his just felt right. 

Kissing Joe was something you would never grow tired of. Be it just a quick peck or a nice long makeout session, his lips belonged on yours. You could have gotten lost in the way you moved together had it not been for him shifting under you, reminding you of the fact that he was nestled deep within you and of your original goal. 

You started to move, rising up before letting yourself fall down. Again and again you moved, riding your husband while his mouth reattached itself to the skin of your neck. You could feel his kisses on your pulse and moved a little faster, really chasing your pleasure. Taking what you needed. Just like he had told you to.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall into a rhythm, moving against each other. His hands found your waist again, helping move you on his dick. He didn’t fuck up into you yet but you hoped he would if you could just provoke him enough.

Tightening around him didn’t make him speed up but it made Joe bite down on your neck in a way you were certain would result in a love bite you could admire for a while. 

You did it again and basked in his response. Having him swearing below you only spurred you on more. Moving faster. Moving harder. Letting out all the moans and whimpers and gasps you tried to suppress.

“Fuck.” Joe kissed you again, holding you closer and closer.

Pulling away from his lips just enough to whisper before connecting them again. “I’m close.”

“Don’t cum.” His voice was stern as he spoke. “Don’t cum until I tell you.”

You were so lost in pleasure that you barely followed his words, so close to falling over the edge yet trying your hardest to not come apart under him. So focused on the way he felt inside you that you didn’t realise that he had turned the two of you around on the bed and you found yourself with your back against the sheets with Joe fucking you into the mattress.

The way he was filling you over and over drove you wild. You wanted to claw at his back, anything to get him closer, but instead you gripped your duvet hard enough for your knuckles to hurt. All you wanted to feel was Joe. All you needed was him.

He must have felt that you were close to your breaking point when he spoke again. “Don’t cum, baby. You’re not allowed to cum until I fill you up.”

His words just made you moan harder. God, you wanted to be filled so badly. Why was he torturing you like this, drawing everything out.

“I’m gonna fill you first, honey. Go as deep as I can and then fuck you full. Full enough that you’ll feel me all day tomorrow. Maybe I’ll fuck you until you’re round with my child, make sure everybody knows who you belong with.” 

“Do it.” Your words were both surprising and not, you never directly discussed the topic before but at the same time you would have said anything if it provided you the ability to finally come. “Please, Joe. Fuck. Do it, do it, just please let me come.”

You could feel him coming deep inside you, still fucking you at the same rough pace as before, not stopping even as he reached his own height.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.” 

It only took a few more thrust for you to completely come apart under him. He fucked you through your orgasm too, his large body anchoring your shaking one to the bed while you calmed down. 

He must have stopped moving at one point without you realizing because the next thing you knew Joe started to pull out of you before falling onto the bed. Face buried into a pillow, half next to you and half on top of you. His arm snuck around your waist and pulled you even closer. 

“Sorry… Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.”  

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to talk, while he stroked his hand over your skin. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

Turning your head so you could look at him you saw Joe already looking back at you. His usually so content face looking downcast as you laid there coming down from your heights.

“Still…” He trailed off.

Taking the arm that was wrapped around your middle you pulled him closer until you were nearly on top of each other again. “You’re hot when you get possessive.” You tell him, watching as a slight smile slowly makes its way onto his face. “And if you want we can definitely talk about the- the other thing later. Okay?”

“Yeah.” 

The smile you loved so much was back on his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning over a little and giving him a soft kiss. “Great. Now come one, we’ll need another shower before bed and I don’t think I can walk to the bathroom on my own.” 

Joe just groaned and turned so his face was burrowed into his pillow again. “Five more minutes?”

Jealous Joe might be insanely hot but sleepy cuddly Joe would always be your favorite.

[broh3m3]

I love your art style, especially how energetic it is! How did your art style get such dynamic lines? Do you have any tips/advice/ideas on how to do that?

Thank you! Um... I'm not sure how to go about it, but I’ll try and give some tips on line confidence. I think my main advice would be to not let your sketch box you in- keeping it at a really low opacity so that your eyes don’t get used to seeing it with your line art when you draw over it (having your sketch opacity too high can give a different impression of your line work), leaving room to exaggerate or play around with fresh lines in the next phase.. It’s easier to do when you’re confident in your subject, so the sketch should be stable enough to convey that, but have fun with the process otherwise! For me, good line art comes out when I’m actively finding ways to build off the sketch’s energy while lining it, not when I’m trying to limit myself to it/already 100% happy with what it provides.

Here's a bit of a visualization! When going from the sketch to the line art, I was thinking that I could improve the flow of the cape, so I made the upper part less flat and balanced its curve with the bottom to keep the energy flowing. The slope of Kalim's pose could balance the curve of Jamil's sarouel, so I leaned into that when putting down the lines for Kalim's. Meanwhile having some areas be more linear helps give contrast. Line of action, straights against curves, etc. (I think this is delving more into gestural talk now) I'd recommend studying artists whose linework you enjoy too! Kaisen_Tobiuo was-and still is- a big inspiration of mine growing up for how expressive their works and line art felt. Also study naruto fanartists they're cracked It ended up being a bit of a ramble, but I hope this could help op!

[kata4a]

saw this post referenced recently and I've been having some thoughts about it

of course I really like the conceit here, and afaict I have one of the most expansive conceptions of "art" in my milieu. so of course I think that painted-over glow-in-the-dark stars in your airbnb can be art, I love this

but op actually doesn't call the thing "art," they call it a "poem," and that's really interesting!

a part of me wants to be critical of this, like, the aspects of poetry that I really like are sonic and verbal and just as much about presentation as they are about content, and I do believe you could take this idea and make a really good poem about it

and this part of me wants to say like, this is emblematic of exactly the things I dislike about much contemporary poetry, where there is I feel very little attention actually given to presentation, to the sound and rhythm and structure of the words themselves, where those things are neglected in favor of directness and cheap emotivity

buuuuut

at the same time I can't deny that there's something really compelling about calling this experience a poem, specifically. it's a metaphor, it draws attention to specific features of the thing that wouldn't be captured by using the more general word "art" and in doing so reveals some things about the way op thinks about poetry. in a word, it's poetic

and I do believe that there are interesting, valuable things about this contemporary idea of poetry, which treats a poem not as an intentional linguistic craft but as something more epigrammatic, juxtapositional

I want to draw a comparison to photography, which I think can be used in a similar way: drawing attention to specific visual features of an object or scene without being distracted by the crafts of expressive or realist painting (both of which can often obscure more than reveal the object being presented)

as op says: the themes are already there. what they want to present is context, is juxtaposition: an airbnb, a ceiling that's been painted over, a missed star. a photograph's lush visual detail would drown out the idea; a ballad's rhythm and imagery would distract from it

you can and I even think should make beautiful things out of ideas like this. but the idea itself is already beautiful, and there's a real artistic craft to noticing that, and presenting it without ornamentation. just, "look at this beautiful thing."

[al-the-remix]

Random fandom thoughts/feelings

The reblog button is turned off on this post but I think it's another incredibly important one to be thinking about. I enjoy their framing of how the profit economy of other social media sites has been bleeding into fandom spaces on both tumblr, and like this post focuses on, Ao3. It's something that I've been noticing more and more and it really rubs me the wrong way and I feel like OP's post words it perfectly in a way I've been struggling to express.

This sort of connects the previous post I reblogged on the topic talking about how fandom is not a good in road for becoming internet famous.

A facet of this that's really bamboozled me recently is that I feel like i've been seeing more and more of is the idea that a singular person has a right to call "dibs" on a specific piece of media. Which is honestly totally fucking wild to me and if I'm being totally frank kind of dumb.

Every single one of us who interacts with fandom and by extent and IP is flirting with copy right law, the consequences of which everyone should be extremely familiar with by now with the fall of LJ and various lawsuits by authors, dmca notices, etc.

We have all heard the adage "there's no such thing as an original idea"; the idea that everything we create is the amalgamation of all the things that influence us, good and bad.

This is totally normal and good, actually.

For example, if I and another person both watch a TV show, see a production photograph that we really like and decide to draw it and post them one after the other it would be considered extremely bad behaviour to then turn around and make a big stink about how someone else had the gall to turn around and draw the same thing that I did. We can all look at a picture, video, lyrics to a song, become inspired and create something wildly different based on our tastes and influences--but we also are equally, if not more so, likely to create something nearly identical to our peers, especially in a fandom space where ideas are concentrated and we are all consuming each other's thoughts, opinions, and creations. More than once I've come up with an idea for a fic or a drawing that someone else had had a nearly identical execution of without us communicating or viewing each other's work. That's just the way the human brain works, we're hard wired to make connections in a fairly similar way.

You do not have a right to call dibs on any one photograph, clip of video, song lyrics or any other bit of media you might consume.

This stands for artists, writers, gif makers, AMV creators, and any other way you choose to express your love of fandom creatively.

If you are really hard pressed to focus on the numbers and work at being ~influential~ the burden is on you to distinguish yourself creatively.

There's a reason why not being able to see follower counts is so important to the way fandom and tumblr functions. The concept of ~small creators~ and ~big creators~ or BNF or whatever are all burdens you place on yourselves. No one is taking anything away from you by engaging with the same bit of media you are in a similar way. We all have a right to express ourselves creatively and emotionally through any snippet of media that sparks our interest. You do not get to "own it" just because you happened to pump something out first. There are no creative "dibs". This isn't even some sort of "fandom" etiquette thing that has gone thus unspoken. It's a strange possessive thing that I've seen crop up more and more as the idea of being a capital "C" Creator brain rots people's minds and atrophies their ability to be creative.

Sort of on a tangent, but I have a bunch of other personal random thoughts about how this push to be prolific stagnates fandom, but these are more complicated for me and I'm not as clear on how I want to express them. On one had I am completely on board with the "there is no such thing as cringe" mindset and that everyone has a right to create whatever super indulgent thing they want to without having to suffer people being snobby about it. But, on the other hand I feel very strongly that the cycle of people seeing one trope or characterization being repeated repeated over and over and gaining popularity, reading only that--writing only that--leading others to also only consume that, really stymies creativity and makes it harder to grow the fandom if people that are trying to enter aren't into That One Thing, while also ostracizing people who are already in the fandom that aren't into That One Thing. I strongly believe that people's tastes are at least 70% just what they're exposed to, and obviously not everyone is going to be into whatever weird niche concept they're exposed to through fandom, but the more they are the more opportunity they have to expand that horizon. I don't know how many times I've gotten a version of the "I wasn't sure I would like this but I gave it a shot and it turns out I really love it!" and how good that feels and how much I wish other people were emboldened to do the same instead of being so wrapped up in how their work may or may not be received.

This is mostly a subjective thing though, so it's less cut and dry. Like for example, I really struggle with engaging with transgender fic despite being transgender myself because of the way most AFAB fic is written to the point where I avoid it now almost entirely. Which, frankly, really fucking sucks but also I will be the first person to fight for other's ability to write transgender characters wether they appeal my personal feelings and taste or not.

Anyway, this is one of the reasons I'm so protective of fandom community events, especially ones that employ aspects of the fandom gift economy such as exchanges. There are one of the few wholly un self-centred places left where the focus is on gifting someone something they will love and giving back to the fandom at large by flooding it with art and opportunities appreciation and engagement with each other. It is not supposed to be an opportunity for you to think about yourself and "getting something good" in return or using it a convenient deadline. It also offers you an opportunity to engage with fic tropes and genres that you've never considered writing or reading before.

TL;DR if you've found yourself recently squabbling over how many notes your gifs, art, writing, etc. has been getting compared to other people instead of focusing on forging community ties and your own creative expression, I'm sorry to say you're doing it wrong.

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/739064506502791168/fandom-problem-4499-i-think-sometimes-people-get

Thing is op

People like to use "coded" as an excuse to harrass others over a fictional character

"this character is minor-coded therefor if you like them or draw them sexy then you are a pedo"

"this character is gay-coded so if you ship them qith the opposite gender your homophobic"

"this character is autism-coded so if you dont see them that way you are ableist."

"this character is poc coded and if you dont portray them that way then you are racist"

And then they go and rip people to shreds over it. And most of the time they are actually "coded" as anything.

Ill give you a good example as to why coding should just fucking die in fandom.

In transformers (all of them afaik) there is a sentient ROBOT named Jazz. He is often voiced by a black voice actor, even in the early days of Generation 1 in 1984. Though it changes a few times Jazz is well known for his accented voice. Jazz (the music) is also known to be pioneered by black people.

In a way jazz is black coded. He is designed with all these elements related to black people.

The thing is. Jazz is a fucking robot. "Jazz" is the name he chose for himself because his cybertronian name does not translate or cannot be spoken by humans. Jazz is also a type of music he only heard when he arrived on earth and is something he loves, hence why he chose the name. He chooses to express himself in such a way because its what he enjoys.

It does not mean he is black. A white person can do all that because they have a love for jazz music. It isnt going to make them "black coded"

He is also again, a robot. Not human. Not even organic.

However of all the problems ive seen in the TF fandom the one about whether you should draw a human version of Jazz as black or white is probably the one thats sets people who give a shit off the most.

It doesn't matter what characteristics a character has. It doesnt matter if Jazz is drawn as black or white. Cuz he isn't human. Its literally up to fan interpretation and none of them are wrong but people want to shit fling, and react hostile over others not drawing him as black anyway.

Same could be said about a certain more popular pink skinned character (who is also human and japanese but when have people ever viewed japanese people as important.)

You can have your queer coded villains. Doesn't actually say they are queer. Hell in the past it would be done as a way to demonize queerness and traits. But queer people still loved those villains because they could relate to their tragedies.

What "coding" actually is, is a part of the design process to add depth and character. It's an inspiration born from reality. But it's not always that the character is meant to be that thing.

Theres a character from genshin impact i could say is "DID-coded" because when she falls alseep or is so stressed she passes out there is another version of her that takes her place that she doesnt know about.

In the same vein theres the game "At Dead of Night" (recommend it, its a horror game) where the main antagonist is possessed and murders people. They even had to put a disclaimer that the character didnt have DID and the game wasnt made to demonize people with DID or portray them as unstable serial killers. However despite the creators saying that, fans still "DID-code" the antagonist, not out of hatred for people with DID but because some people with DID still relate to the character. Not so much the killing people but the struggle the antagonist has with "being possessed". Having DID can be a frustrating and tiring experience and not many cope with it very well even when they do no harm. Feeling of loss of control is very relatable even without DID.

Regardless the rampant "coding everything trend" in fandom has caused a new "ship war" like wave of harrassment. If you dont view a character this was your a horrible person and you deserve *insert graphic content and threats of harm and suibaiting and more*

coding can be a cool thing to discover while analyzing a character or even creating one. But its become hated with good reason because people have no reason left in them. Coding is a cool way of adding depth and nuance to a character and would actually REALLY help beginners with their "bland" characters. Unfortunately even thats discouraged, since it can be seen as "baiting" or "stereotyping" and sometimes appropriating culture. (But a giant sentient robot making his entire personality about jazz music isn't? Lol)

Posting since this is a response to a previous problem.

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Hi, just wanted to pop in to say I absolutely adore your art! Your forms are so expressive and the shapes! The shapes!! And the outfits you design—oh my goodness, just phenomenal, whether they’re for your automaton au or fae or rlgl. Your art is truly magical. And I think your writing is lovely too!

Also, your rlgl au is my favorite and I just explode every time I see a new drawing or sketch for it. -points at rlgl y/n- I adore them. Also Sun. And also Moon. Just all of them and all of it.

Ope I’ve rambled a bit. Anyways, thank you so much for sharing your art and writing! Really, really thank you.

Yo i know this is like super super late but omg

Hii

Thank you so much im literally bsosvdisnwldvsuskebdkdvsjsksnjdidvslsbskebw

This means a lot coming from you especially because i fucking love! Long road ahead! I found it shortly after making my rlgl au and i enjoyed the simmilar ideas with wildly different ways to work with it. I adore your more grounded outlook on the theme of sexwork with the guys compared to my more romantic comedy kind of thing. I also adore long road ahead y/n!! And the guys too isbslqbwishslsn i am shaking you

Thank you for sharing your writing!

[the-binghe-alignment-problem]

having read neery's the more you don't know, I am now imagining a fic where a postcanon au lbh is trying to run a secret double life as both 1) his shizuuuuun's disciple and 2) the emperor of the demon realm. lbh is demon emperor, he thinks sqq doesn't know, and he absolutely wants to keep it that way for his own bingy reasons; their early-relationship communication is just bad enough to make this farce possible. consider:

binghe desperately trying to juggle his many, many time commitments. his google calendar is very full and his time management techniques are increasingly strained

yakkity sax playing in the background as lbh sprints hither and yon, frantically cutting portals between realms with xin mo when people's backs are just turned

new disciples like 'uhhh so are we all pretending the head disciple isn't terrifyingly OP with a huge demonic huadian orrrr'

some kind of demon incursion or demon diplomatic envoy to cang qiong where the demons are taxidermy_fox.jpg like 'why is the demon emperor here and also serving us tea'

sqq doesn't know lbh is the demon emperor. he thinks he gave up the throne, or never bothered to grab it. his oblivious POV is just "why is binghe acting so weird and stressed all the time? very strange"

possibly sqq knows about the demon emperor thing, and so all lbh's schemes are for naught

possibly sqh is the only person who knows about lbh's double life, because he's regularly both around mobei-jun and at cang qiong (how did this happen in this au? shhh)

sqh: "huh, bro, I could have sworn binghe was just-" (binghe, out of sqq's line of sight but not sqh's, draws a finger across his throat with an expression of menace that perhaps indicates that the gesture may be intended literally) "-uh, looking peaky yesterday! but he looks fine today, doing great in his cultivation I see!!"

now, obviously, you have to mangle the course of canon to pull this off. but you don't have to really mangle any of the interpersonal stuff! no one has to catch an idiot ball! they're just canonically That Bad at communication! and here, as always, that aspect of their relationship opens up endless opportunities for dumb Shenanigans(tm) in fic. love them.

[nebulousmedic]

op i saw the. the sniperscout giving eachother head. on twitter. i wanted to say i love it so much i was looking at it while on call w a friend and i literally could not respond to that friend because your drawings actually made me short circuit

DUDE I. UR SO GOOD AT DRAWING NUDITY AND EXPRESSIONS AND AND

the way theyre just some goofy guys im goin insane. ohmygod

Aaaa tysm for the kind ask!

I genuinely really appreciate comments like this (even on lewd artworks), it just really makes my day, wether it be something about your reactions, appreciating the art itself, or whatever situation I'm putting the characters in

lmao sorry I made you short circuit!

here, have some stinkies

[kafus]

Are there any animals you associate Liko and Dot with? Personally I associate Liko with birds due to her hair "spike" looking like the head feathers of a cockatiel, while Dot would be rabbits since her little hair tufts kinda look like tiny rabbit ears to me. Plus I believe the Nidoran line are partially inspired by rabbits, so that would make it extra fitting. (Bonus: Roy and his golden retriever energy)

visually i definitely agree with your associations here, liko has bird energy and dot has rabbit energy. however. okay i don't have suuuper strong opinions on dot or roy in terms of animal associations, but liko? she's a cat. she's so catcoded

liko's sprigatito is not just visually similar to a cat, but she is also extremely catlike in personality and behavior. which is notable because liko and her initially grow closer because both of them relate to each other. liko relates to the way that it is difficult to understand sprigatito, and through that they are able to understand each other. this is a common sentiment with cats - a lot of people don't understand them and think they get upset for no reason or are just fickle/nonsensical

on another note, liko just Really Likes Cats. we have established that sprigatito is really catlike. and she LOVES sprigatito. like in a way that isn't the same with roy @ fuecoco or dot @ quaxly. in the second op her child self is shown holding a sprigatito plush. her online username is nyahoja (sprigatito) superfan, and not only that but she represents herself online with a photo of her holding sprigatito to the camera. in HZ040 she's briefly distracted looking for her own sprigatito because other sprigatito are being cute LOL

and you know. i just posted a screencap of this facial expression she made in a previous ask but i'm using it again

canon instance of liko :3 mouth in HZ019

anyway if liko had a pokesona it would be sprigatito and i need to draw her with :3 mouth more because she is sooo cat thanks for coming to my ted talk

[general-cyno]

I recently saw someone on YT talking about Zoro's past and while I agree that his flashback feels rushed within the story (which I think can be explained by how early it happens) what always surprises me is how unsettling it is for people. It's a simple but sharp reality in a fantasy world, quite similar to what happens in Usopp's past and perhaps not so common for the rest of the OP world, who have pasts more rooted in the rules of that universe. Kuina died after falling down the stairs. "In OP's world there are people who survive worse things..." they say. "It's absurd. She was trained and very strong." Yeah, sure, but Kuina died like that. Suddenly. Anticlimatically. She was as full of dreams and ambitions, fears and insecurities as everyone else. But she died in an accident. She died too soon. Without a reason. With no one to blame. Simple, cruel and real.

Y'know, I've seen this around a lot. especially in posts (on r/ddit and twt in my case) where people argue about zoro having a "mid" backstory or complain about wanting oda to give him a proper one. and ngl I feel like this pairs up with OP fandom's bad habit of powerscaling everything - even loss, trauma and grief.

Sure, if you compare kuina's death to all the other ones throughout OP it might not seem as "tragic", but this is one of those instances in which context and individual experiences matter most. kuina was just a kid who, despite her strength and training, was led to believe by her own father that her gender would become the reason she'd never achieve her dreams. and when she finally finds someone who believes in her, who sees her as an equal and a goal to strive towards to, who's willing fight against and alongside her - she dies. as you mention: she dies without reason, with no one to blame. that is plenty tragic to me, regardless of all other sad or abhorrent things that happen in the story's universe.

This is just me speculating but I've also wondered if the fact that zoro's relatively well-adjusted despite the hardships and losses he's lived through is part of what makes people downplay both kuina's death and the role it plays in zoro's backstory/motivations. because the thing is - zoro may not carry or express his losses and grief as outwardly as other characters do, but look at how he reacts when the people he loves are in danger and the kind of sacrifices he's willing to make so that they'll be safe. how he's usually always keeping an eye on and watching out for all of them some way or the other. look at how he cries (which iirc he's done on page only three times) when he loses the duel against mihawk.

Zoro, similarly to other straw hats, had his parents die due to pirates or bc of an illness, grew up as an orphan, and the only friend he had died in a manner he couldn't do anything to foresee or prevent as well; the latter of which has impacted his life all the way to adulthood. kuina's memory is one that's at the forefront of what he does, just like his promise to luffy. draw the parallel between this, how fiercely protective he is and how much he hates the idea of dying in circumstances out of his control (I'd argue it even terrifies him a little, judging by his reaction to the reaper in wano) and it's easy to see how much his experiences, and especially kuina's death, have shaped him as a character. just bc he's not crying, having breakdowns or generally brooding about it every time he appears on screen doesn't make his life story less important, sad or tragic than anyone else's. plus, the stability he provides to luffy and the crew is crucial, so he needs less narrative reasons to leave them, not more. zoro not having, for example, a centric rescue arc doesn't make him less of a straw hat member either.

[lady-of-endless]

Hi! I’d love to request a match-up if you have the time!

-they/them, infp, pansexual (but I do have a preference for the male characters in One Piece if I’m honest) (and ideally anyone but Luffy, I just can’t bring myself to see him as anything other than an endearing brother)

-my love languages are (giving) physical touch and quality time & receiving is the same with occasional words of affirmation thrown in there.

-I can be a bit shy/anxious at first but I’m getting better at pretending I’m not. After I get to know someone I’m pretty open with my feelings and try to remind my loved ones how much they mean to me as often as possible!

-I’m an artist, I enjoy many different art forms including but not limited to painting, drawing, knitting, printmaking, and, jewelry making!

-I have some issues with adhd and can be quick to become frustrated or overwhelmed at times. I also struggle with anxiety and depression but I’m working hard to improve daily.

-My likes include cats, baked goods, alternative fashion (whimsigoth and grunge), and music.

-My dislikes include not getting enough sleep, doing dishes, and dense crowds.

Thank you and I hope you’re having a good day <3

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this lovely request! You seem so creative and I admire that. Hope you'll enjoy it!

I ship you with...Sanji Vinsmoke!

(lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- You got him from the first time he saw your art. Besides thinking that anything you create it's amazing because it's done by you, he genuinely thinks is lovely. He will ask if he can see more.

- His secret wish? To receive something made by you for him. He would die right on the spot. Jokes aside, he will cherish that piece of art so much.

- Sanji sees through your pretending and tries to subtly hype you up, giving you confidence. Also, he feels all warm inside when he catches you caring for your dear ones so much. It reminds him of your heart of gold.

- Sanji is quick to learn your preferred love language when receiving. Get ready to get a ton of his affection through those ways. His favorite might be quality time and words of affirmation.

- He often feels overwhelmed or frustrated so he knows how it is, don't hesitate to let him know when you feel the same.

- No matter if you get angry or anxious, he will be there for you. If you are the type to need some space and alone time during those times, you'll have to let him know because he will go far and beyond to make you feel better.

- Sanji will even lose sleep in favor of learning and perfecting the recipe of your favorite baked goods. Nothing compares to the surprises he has in store for you. He just clings to everything that you like to make you happy.

- He finds your fashion sense interesting and bold. You two would make an interesting contrast of aesthetics.

- Expect him to tease you about doing the dishes only to see a cute exasperated expression on your face.

[chalkrevelations]

So, here’s the thing. We know Pete is at least slightly unhinged, yes? Even before he’s giving the once-over to TortureBarbie!Vegas and giving Hia Wang that look through the bars of a cell as he stands at Vegas’s right shoulder (right-hand man, I tell you what), we see it in his expression while he’s kicking the shit out of Mes and the way he has to bring himself back to himself when Kinn calls for him, to get him to take Porsche outside.

I’m just saying, there’s a reason Pete is head bodyguard for the most vulnerable of the main family. I’m sure Korn put a lot of thought into who was going to be on Tankhun’s detail. We get to see it less with Pol, but with both Arm and Pete, we get onscreen evidence that they’re both smart - and clever, because those aren’t the same thing - they’re pretty ruthless, they’re good at their jobs (when it doesn’t involve direct surveillance, PETE), they get shit done. Plus, not only can they turn on a dime from playing along with whatever bullshit Tankhun is insisting on to stone killers, they can do all that at the same time that they’re supposed to be babysitting. For proof of concept, witness not only being Tankhun’s detail, but going along on the minor family op to cover Porsche’s back in Ep 7 - because don’t tell me that wasn’t a babysitting detail, too. Porsche is many things, and I love him a lot, but lbr, stupid babies need the most love.

ANYWAY, It wouldn’t surprise me if Pete, along with Arm and Pol, was picked precisely because he’s able to be a particularly skilled and vicious little bastard but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him because he’s generally more even-tempered and better able to hide it - unlike oh, say, Big and Ken, who need to wave their dicks around all the time. Pete (and Arm and Pol) can be depended on to give less of a shit about looking ridiculous catering to Tankhun’s whims, while at the same time being able to kill you with a pinkie finger and being willing to do it. Korn must know this, he must know - at least partially - the extent to which Pete’s not quite tightly wrapped, and he may count on that as an extra level of protection for his broken eldest. Because lbr again, I’m frankly not willing to give Korn enough credit to think he really cares about Tankhun as a person - just like any of his kids - but Tankhun does have some utility even broken, and even if he didn’t it would look extremely bad if the Theerapanyakul empire wasn’t able to protect him.

All of which is to say 1) there’s a reason Korn’s not super-surprised that Pete is willing to overlook Vegas’s ... eccentricities and may even see some of them as a draw, and it’s not just because Chan is passing on info that Pete’s compromised re: Vegas, and 2) I really want to see/read the kidnapping attempt on Tankhun that happened just slightly before the start of the series, with Pete, Arm and Pol’s response. I have to wonder if Pete, at least, is willing to send a message that doesn’t actually lag far behind Vegas’s work, once they catch one of the foot soldiers, even if he sends Arm and Pol out of the room first. Pete is demonstrably - explicitly shown in canon - to be someone to shrug off violence on another person if he feels it’s a lesson they need to learn.

(I also want to know exactly how much cannon fodder they left at the perimeter to allow themselves to actually get shit-faced drunk at Hum Bar. A LOT, I bet. Which would make Vegas’s attempt to see Pete at the bar in Ep 13 even more reckless and desperate, even with Porsche’s complicity.)

[gayrobos]

there's something wrong with optimus prime <3

in skybound. like we all know this right. but I've been so interested in danj's art and how optimus is framed for the camera.

first of all, op doesn't really do facial expressions. other characters emote with their eyes! cliffjumper and the jets especially. but op is always wearing what I can only describe as a vacant expression:

(can you guess which of these are from panels where op has just killed an innocent creature or is in the process of beating someone to death with his own arm?)

by contrast, check out soundwave, who doesn't have eyes and in most continuities is one of the most stoic decepticons:

it's possible that I'm just super tuned into soundwave bc I'm in love with them, but whatever. the point is op only emotes when someone's dying.

oh hang on. I mean, we got a facial expression but--

there we go.

delightfully, we don't even get a facial expression when op crushes the deer, which is framed in gestural language pretty similarly to bumblebee's death:

honestly when he's picking up the badly injured spike he looks more careful than upset, even though from the way he wailed on skywarp it's clear he is upset:

but like. watching him trying to kill skywarp about this is SCARY. this in particular is the panel that made me go "holy shit, danj is straight up drawing optimus prime as a machine that enacts violence."

he's occasionally framed as cool--

but most of the time when he's fighting I feel like I'm supposed to be thinking "jeez, I want him to win but this is a lot."

and as lee pointed out I think, op is mostly using unarmed combat where the decepticons are mostly shooting things with guns. the fact that he's so much less expressive than the jets despite the dynamism of his wrestling moves is impressive!

the decepticons are scary and malevolent, absolutely, but there's something very special about op. here's his first cool POW panel

where he looks to me like he's been victim of some kind of nanobot possession plot point that makes your friends plead with you to remember who you are.

anyway. it's fun to look at this stuff in conjunction with what we know about his personality!

he was "so young" when he became prime, and from the way he describes the beginning of the war, very naive back then. I really enjoy the bit where he's like "the decepticons have done ENOUGH to this world!!" (been here for less than 2 days, total death count 3) he's projecting <3

I really adore this economy of storytelling. he kinda reminds me of op from tfp honestly, who it's clear has lost almost all scruples over the course of the war. but it takes like 2 seasons for that to become clear and I feel like it's framed more as "oh optimus you're so brave and sad and badass" rather than "holy shit this guy is kinda scary!"

that's my meditations on optimus prime in the first 3 issues! danj's artwork is fantastic and it makes me excited to hear more about what the war was like.