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slugwan · 2 years

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this isn't proofread. at all. sorry if there's mistakes lolol, there is nsfw here but i will mark where it starts this is my first "official" post on tumblr here goes nothing warnings: brief mentions of choking word count: 951

something about artist!seulgi and her supportive girlfriend irene's calm life.. i've been thinking about it often.

i think it takes a while for seulgi to really decide that art is her passion - though irene has anticipated that it would have happened all along, seulgi had an infinite love for all kinds of art. whether it be dancing, drawing, or painting, she'd look so good doing it and best of all - happy. so this is what she wanted, right? irene gets the memo, and she goes to art school.

there's some settling in to do, because irene is used to having her seulgi with her all the time, now what was a few ten minute doodles turned into days stacked on days of projects and work that irene likes seeing the final product of, but there's nothing about the process of it being made she likes. she liked having seulgi's attention on her twenty-four-seven, but it was fine. seulgi would pay more attention to her when she was done.

when they get their time together, since it's spaced out and in seldom, they take their time. seulgi sings to irene, goes on rainy day walks with her and shares the umbrella with her. her shoulder gets wet, the umbrella isn't big enough, but it's fine because it's with irene. there's the occasional date to karaoke, which is seulgi's favorite because she loves watching her lover show off that pretty voice of hers. irene's favorite dates are to dinner. she knows seulgi doesn't eat much, always putting her art and irene first over her health and sleep, so having a way to make sure that she's eating is reassuring. it's also a bonus to listen to her laugh, to have seulgi's phone under her nose because, "look at this, it's so cool, isn't it?"

// nsfw

the sex is still good too. irene needs reassurance, and seulgi is there to reassure when the time lets for it. long, warm nights in bed are usually transformed into talks of "do you know how much i love you?" to hours of kissing. it usually ends there, because both of them are tired by then, but sometimes they feel like doing something extra.

the sex isn't carnal fucking anymore, compared to how they used to, they savor every moment of it. irene usually tops, though seulgi doesn't particularly like to admit it, but sometimes when in need of reassurance all her hyun needs is a good fuck.

so she provides.

seulgi likes to tease, fingers just barely circling over her lover's tiny clit as she whispers sweet nothings to her. irene is impatient, not because she wants it to be over but because she doesn't like being teased, she wants seulgi on her now. her lover understands with a dainty hand pushing her head downward, and then moans fill the room. typically, joohyun isn't vocal, but it's been such a long time and her needs pent up over time. she tries not to mess with seulgi's head between her thighs, suddenly she's so sensitive from her girlfriend's hair on her thighs and she just can't help but to roll her hips and to cry that she loves seulgi, that seulgi is so good to her. seulgi edges irene out of a want for it to not end, until she's crying from oversensitivity and dripping so much that seulgi can't lap it up anymore.

when she cums, irene tries to change the position so seulgi is on the bottom but she refuses, saying that the night was about her - and that's when irene notices the sex feels different. it doesn't feel like a quick one-and-done type of deal where you make each other feel good, it feels more like an act of love. and that's what makes irene cry even more, the feeling of overwhelming emotion.

if seulgi is gentle, like a warm summer, then irene is a harsh winter.

seulgi likes the feeling of submitting completely, and irene likes some responsibility. she likes being choked sometimes. when irene's hands control something as important as her life, it's somehow liberating. she is quick to cum, but irene knows seulgi has stamina and often times abuses the fact, tying seulgi up in navy blue silken ropes (because her lover can have only the best) and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her, until seulgi begs her to stop because it feels too good. when nights run actionless and irene feels the need to, there's the occasional quickie while seulgi paints where she's just so needy, wandering into her lover's art room to undo her pants.

through questions of "hyunnie, what are you doing?" to pleas of "please, please make me feel good," with legs wide open, welcoming irene's lips and fingers she doesn't fail to please. seulgi likes the element of surprise, too, when her projects reach a plateau of improvement her mind wanders to situations like this.

she likes it. wants it, even.

irene is rough with her lover, leaving marks of possession all over seulgi's neck so that everyone that goes to her university knows that the pretty girl who majors in art belongs to someone, even though seulgi wouldn't cheat ever. among rough bites and wanton sucks, there's little kisses peppered all over whatever exposed flesh to show seulgi just how much she's loved. by the end of what irene calls foreplay, seulgi is so sensitive she only lasts a minute or two with irene's fingers and all she can say is "thank you," and "i love you."

it's good enough for irene. maybe art school wasn't so bad - admittedly, she was hesitant at the start of it all but it really isn't the worst thing in the world.

#red velvet smut #irene smut #seulgi smut #red velvet

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staliamazing · 8 months

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tag game TEHEH

name: sarah !!!! c'est moi

age: twenty, to be twenty-one soon-ish. i am planning a party. will i go through with it? who's to say.

star sign: taurus sun, capricorn rising, gemini moon. i have beef with geminis so the last one deeply upsets me.

first language: english

second language: je parle français !!

i was near fluent and have my B2 but don't practice anymore. i am considering getting back into it because i feel i need more hobbies and highly regret throwing out all my textbooks and notes. (that's a whole other story i LOVED school and threw out all my damn notes and stuff?!?!? sarah you dumb dumb)

favorite lip product: that lush lip scrub! i've lost my peppermint tub but anticipate it turning up when i least expect it. my lips always has excess skin peeling off for some reason so its great to feel exfoliated!

the best food dish you can make without a recipe? um. pizza bread! pizza, pizza sauce, cheese. eat up friends!

if you drink tea, what kind? none, get away from me. SOMETIMES lipton peach iced tea but only if im at mad mex.

if you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? see last answer. i get the jitters.

favorite thing to watch on youtube right now: THE BALD AND THE BEAUTIFUL. i;ve been watching upwards of two episodes every night in bed.

favorite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: for sure mormon family vloggers. pick a channel i probably watched them. i have no fucking clue why!

favorite item of clothing right now: new graphic tee! the alice oseman x everpress collab with this gorg patchwork design and all little queer and trans doodles over it! the proceeds went to LGBTQIA+ refugees <3 i fucking love graphic tees holy shit

favorite item of clothing in 2012: some form of graphic leggings im certain.

fandom -

three movies you recommend: the half of it on netflix - watched recently and was confused but pleasantly surprised

your favorite concert: either one i went to with my gf! they were both great experiences even though i was shitting myself before both because i have a lot of sound and crowd sensitiivities ( # actually autistic). i loved being in the pit for ATL despite not knowing any songs and i like how you can feel the music inside you.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? no i've actually followed someone because i love getting mad <3 over time i have grown to really respect them and where their views come from which im proud of because i can be a bit close-minded.

the best tv show you watched last year: i watch a lot of shows! recently though i watched euphoria and understood the hype. couldn't rewatch though. it felt like a disservice to the shock factor i feel like the show really feeds off.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? don't pay much attention to fancasts!

a ship you’ve abandoned: im so sorry amy and rory from doctor who... i legit met them too. it just doesnt hit the same and im glad they divorced. amy was too swept up in the doctor and rory is a damn sweetheart who honestly deserves better. ALSO maya and lucas from girl meets world - bit random honestly why did they do that. lucas and riley from day one. maya and zay!

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? 7? depends on who to! anyone on here sure. not real people they'd be like "what do you mean you like fics where that little thug man wears short skirts" they just wouldnt UNDERSTAND

what fandom do you wish was bigger? tori spring fandom! maybe it is and i just dont know but.

do you have a fandom tattoo? yah, the fandom of my high school english teacher! most of my tats are literary inspired and specifically books i read in school for the curriculum.

my others are - phoebe bridgers related

gf related (she tattooed me) (fave fandom) (she's the best)

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? definitely i just can't remember which lmao im sorry

have you…

swam in an ocean? yep! swam is a strong word though. i've been in and bobbed up and down! i usually run from the tide.

been vegan/vegetarian? both! at different times. it was very much part of my friend and family culture growing up.

gone skinny dipping? yes, in my exs best friends dads girlfriends dead uncles pool :) honestly 10/10 swimming with clothes on is so random? i think its so beautiful how people look under the blue wavy water of the pool.

gone skiing? no i am scared of the snow since learning about crevasses in year 4 and almost falling off a ski lift at a very young age. i do love the cold and the ski lodge episode of gmw though.

thanks for the tag @iansw0rld, these are fun :)

#tag game

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lazar-codes · 9 months

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100 Days of Productivity (dop)

03/01/2024 || Day 1 (dop)

TLDR: I got stuff done

🔸 started grad school applications (3/3)

🔸 emailed one of my references (always scary asking for something from someone)

🔸 did a whole spread of my sketchbook

🔸 continued reading my book (Piranesi)

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Ok, instead of doing 100 days of code I decided I'm gonna do 100 days of productivity, because let's be honest, I still want to count the days I don't code if I still do something I've been meaning to do. Technically I was productive for the past 2 days (Jan 1st being the day I finally got all my music on my phone and was able to delete Spotify, and yesterday I sent emails out for grad school), but it would feel weird if I noted this day as "day 3" with no written account of days 1 or 2.

So, today I spent a few hours getting all the documents sorted for grad school applications, as well as answering the basic questions they ask. Tmr will be the day I actually sit down and get write my letter of intent, but that's a tmr problem.

I also did a full spread of my sketchbook today! Like I said in my last post, I want to get back into art and so I'm gonna try to do at least 1 side of a page per day, but today I did a full spread! Honestly, I have Doctor Who to thank for this because I decided to rewatch the show after 5 years of my last rewatch, and let me tell you, I first started the show 10-11 years ago when I was just starting to draw, so now having more art skills and doing fanart for it is healing my inner teenage self. I also really like that I can do silly and quick doodles (like in the photo above) just to get my point across, but I still end up really liking it! (side note, the photo above is from yesterday because I didn't want to share today's stuff)

#studyblr #lazar blogs #100 days of productivity

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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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Ohemgee I love how you write fanfics!! And if you take requests, could you please write a ( sorry I'm kinda horny for munsen ) NSFW Vampire!Eddie munsen x Fem!reader ?? ( Just to quench our horny Eddie thoughts please, tho you don't have to💖 and if you do decide to write this vampire Eddie and reader fic please take your time there is no rush💖💖 @cxrps-doodles-shit

Thank you so much!!! And don’t apologise, on this blog we are all horny for munson🙏🏻 so I absolutely love this prompt and had to write it. I am part of the Eddie's death deniers club so I love all the vampire Eddie theories and not to get excited but they actually seem plausible? I pray they do it but if not this is my fixit vamp!Eddie fic because this is what we deserve!!!

warnings: angst and smut, with details of blood and blood drinking obvs

You hadn't truly known love until you'd met Eddie. You became friends with him years ago now, the two inseparable outcasts who didn’t want to be held down by conformity. People always joked you were dating back then considering how close you were, but it was always something you both laughed off, too afraid to confront it and risk losing the other. Things changed on the day of your graduation, Eddie hadn’t passed and a darkness had fallen over you both. It meant the two of you being separated for the first time in years and neither of you were coping with the thought well. Eddie couldn’t stand that things were going to change and decided while you were smoking in the back of his van after the ceremony, talking about what would become of your lives, that he had to finally tell you how he felt. And the rest was history. Come two years later, your relationship is stronger than ever and Eddie was on his third go of senior year. He’d half assed it the year before, he could admit that to himself. But this time was different, this time he was determined to pass. He’d reiterated the same news to you that he’d told the boys earlier that day, that 86’ was going to finally be his year. And you’d beamed at him and kissed him all over, gushing your support and belief in him. More so than just graduating, Eddie wanted to get out of school and start his life with you properly. Actually get a place he could call his own with you. Little did either of you know that everything would change that night, and what the next few days would hold.

The foreshadowing had always been there, hiding in plain sight if you’d have known to look for it. But of course you hadn’t, it wasn’t something you would have known how to even comprehend at the time. This is what you tell yourself as you rock yourself back and forth on your knees, chest wracked by your anguished sobs, the voices around you muffled as hands try to drag you up from the floor to stand. You numb yourself and think back to just a couple of hours earlier, when everything was still okay. You think of the field you were all sat in as you prepared for the battle.

Eddie had been sat with you putting together his shield, his tongue cutely poking out between his lips as he fixed the last nail to the lid. He lifts it up towards you excitedly, eyes glinting as he shows you the finished product.

"Check it out baby!" He says, swinging the shield around in the air as he tests its usability.

"How's she feeling?" You ask with a chuckle while Eddie parades around the grass, seemingly very impressed with his new weapon. He turns to you with a wide grin, thrusting the shield high into the air.

"Light, but durable. Deadly, but reliable. I think I like her" He says with a chuckle of his own, placing it down on the floor as he comes to sit next to you and place a gentle hand on your thigh. He can tell you're being withdrawn, mind plagued with worry about what was to come later. "Whatever happens tonight, remember I love you with all of my heart" Eddie tells you softly, reaching a hand up to cup your face that you turn away from with furrowed brows.

"Stop, Eddie. I don't want you talking like that, like something's going to happen" You say in a shaky whisper, tears threatening to spill past your eyes as you look at your boyfriend pleadingly. "I hate this plan" you say quieter, looking down to the floor sorrowfully as you kick some dirt beneath your feet.

"It's all going to be okay, I promise you. I'll lure the bats over and then get straight out of there, just like we all planned" He assures you, a sadness in his tone as he cradled your face in his chest gently while you cry against him. "I promise baby, I’m always going to be here with you. It's all going to be okay" he whispers, stroking your hair as you bury your face further into him, taking in his scent and his warmth. Your grip on him is tight and it fills him with a small sense of comfort, as being in your arms always does. Eddie was scared too, terrified in fact to have to play bait to these monsters, and terrified for you to be going with the others to attack Vecna. All of the anticipation of what was to come left a metallic taste of fear and discomfort in his mouth, that he tries to swallow down into his heavy anxiety ridden chest. You pull away to look at Eddie, staring into those beautiful brown eyes as he throws you a loving smile, cupping your cheeks gently with his palms.

“I love you Eddie” You say softly, a small smile gracing your beautiful features that makes Eddie’s heart melt. He smiles even wider at you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap while you giggle at his actions.

“I love you too, so much” He responds gently, pressing his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes adoringly. “We’re gunna get this done, save Hawkins, and then we are going to go start our life together” He tells you happily, the widest grin on his gorgeous features as his thumb grazes your cheek. You smile at him adoringly and pull him down into a soft kiss, both losing yourselves and forgetting the situation for just a moment as you melt into the kiss, until you hear Dustin making gagging noises from across the field.

“Hey, who you making noises at squirt” Eddie says with a chuckle as he pulls away from you, jumping up in a running attack at Dustin. You laugh and shake your head as the boys play fight, smiling to yourself at how playful and energetic Eddie always was. You’re so glad to see this connection he’d formed with Dustin, Eddie wasn’t like this with a lot of people so it thrilled you to see him open himself up like this. As you watch him a sense of calm washes over you, no matter what had happened these past few days, this was still the reality you knew and nothing could change this. Nothing, you tell yourself with a nervous shudder.

It was all supposed to be okay. You’d all destroyed Vecna’s body as planned and you, Nancy, Robin and Steve were making your way out of the house in relief that it was over. All you wanted was to get back to Eddie and get the hell out of here. Hawkins probably wasn’t an option anymore what with the murder allegations, but you and Eddie would run as far away as you could and start a life somewhere new, together. As long as you were with him, anywhere is home. The four of you were about to celebrate as you walked out of the house, until the ground began to quake violently beneath your feet, the grandfather clock in the house chiming loudly. Your gut twisted in dread as the four of you looked at each other in fear, walking back into the house carefully to inspect the clock. One word from Nancy and you all realised what this meant in horror, and promptly ran out of the house to get back to Dustin and Eddie at the gate. Steve being the fastest had sped off in front of you, and practically knocked down the trailer door trying to get in. You pant as you try and catch your breath, coming to a slow jog as you reach the trailer yourself. You burst into the house and look round to find Eddie and run straight to his arms for a hug, but strangely he isn’t in here with Dustin. Your stomach turns as you look at the two boys in front of you, Steve wide eyed and looking devastated, hugging Dustin with a comforting stroke on his back. You notice Dustin is crying profusely, his brows furrowed sadly as his eyes meet yours.

“No” You say just above a whisper, shaking your head in disbelief as your heart drops into your stomach. “Where is he?” You ask shakily as you clench your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pure fear washing over you. Dustin cries harder and shakes his head, managing to croak out an ‘I’m so sorry’ between his cries. “Dustin, where is he?!” You ask louder, voice breaking as your eyes widen and fill with tears that threaten to slip down your face. Dustin shakily raises his hand to point to the door, and you waste no time in running out of the house, as everyone calls out your name and tells you not to go back out there. You look around frantically once you’re out of the house, the tears blurring your vision as you try and see Eddie. You can’t believe it, it can’t be true, you have to find him now and bring him home. You shake and sob in fear as you run down the road desperately calling his name, Steve emerging from the house behind you to try and run after you. And that’s when you saw him. You couldn’t have been sure from a distance, all you saw was a protrusion on the ground, but as you got closer you could make out his clothes. You can also see how much blood is on them as you begin to cry harder, feeling sick to your stomach with terror. You begin to sob his name louder as you run as fast as your legs can take you, feet burning when you finally reach his side and fall to your knees on the floor.

“Eddie, baby” You sob out to him, shaking his shoulders while his head shakes slacken. “Eddie please it’s me” You cry, cupping his cheeks and choking out more sobs as your hands are met with his cold, damp skin. You wail loudly, body hunched over his as you cry in your despair, rocking Eddie back and forth on your lap. You feel a strong hand on your shoulder behind you and vaguely hear some mumbled sorrowful words but it does nothing to comfort you while your world is being torn apart. Your soulmate, your best friend and the entire life you had envisioned together ripped out of your grasp so cruelly as this. You’re covered in his blood now but you couldn’t fucking care less, you keep a desperate grip on him while you look into his cold, vacant eyes.

“Eddie please, you can’t leave me you promised” You sob, shaking him some more in your despair. “Please, please, please you can’t” you cry, getting more frantic with your actions and words. Steve is muttering something to you about having to go before everything crumbles around you guys, before you can’t use the gate anymore, but you ignore him as you keep your face in Eddies chest, rocking with him. When you ignore him again he tries to pull you up, to which you shriek in response and hold onto Eddie harder as the tears flood from your eyes. “Let me stay here with him” you tell Steve, voice broken and devoid of any desire, but as the quakes get worse Steve only sighs sadly and begins to pick you up much to your protest, screaming and kicking and smacking your hands against him as he tries to steady you and pull you away. The others have apparently come to help too, Robin grabbing onto you as they mutter about how the gate is starting to split and you all need to leave now. “No! No please we can’t leave him here! I can’t leave him” You sob in protest, voice harsh and wrecked from your crying and screaming. You feel as though you’re about to be sick as they keep dragging you away, Eddie left there on the ground all by himself. “Please we can’t leave him, please. I can’t leave him here” You tell them over and over frantically as they pull you away, the anxiety of being separated from him filling your chest, getting you in a chokehold as you cry and scream. “Let me stay with him, I’m begging you. My place is by his side, always, in life or death. Let me be with him” You ask, broken and trembling as they continue to pull you away from him. Your place is by Eddies side and if he isn’t here anymore, you shouldn’t be either.

“I’m so, so sorry for what you’re going through but we can’t take him back, it’s too risky. If anyone found his body there is no way to explain all of the bites. And we’re certainly not leaving you here to die” Steve tells you sadly, clearly torn up from watching how distraught you are but focused on getting the four of you out of here before the upside down literally collapsed around you. Once Eddie was out of your sight everything else was a blur, you don’t know how you got out of there, don’t know how you ended up home. You’d just cried until you puked and passed out, waking up in your bed the next morning and sobbing once more as you remember what had happened the night before. This was how you were for the last week, you hadn’t left your bed, you hadn’t gotten up to do anything. The others had come to check on you occasionally, make sure you were eating and looking after yourself. But you were just numb, completely devoid of any emotion but the existential sadness of your loss. Wayne had come to see you as well after his talk with Dustin, bringing you the most comfort anyone had yet as he cried with you, reminisced on some of your favourite memories of Eddie together. He felt this profound loss too, and that was something the two of you could only relate to together.

“That kid, Dustin, he gave this to me but I think its a better fit you have it. Eddie definitely would have wanted you to.” Wayne tells you gently as he carefully pulls Eddie’s necklace out of his pocket and delicately puts it in your open palm, causing the tears to flood from your eyes all over again. Wayne gives you a sad smile and hugs you as you bawl your eyes out, thanking him for thinking to give it to you.

The guests came and went for a while, you weren’t keeping track of how much time was passing. You were just in a perpetual state of nothingness, either completely disheveled and sobbing your eyes out thinking about Eddie or sitting there numb and emotionless, wishing you could only join him. It was a cold night about 2 or 3 weeks after the incident, you couldn’t sleep as per usual and had sparked up a joint in an attempt to numb your mind. You were sat by your open window as you smoked, the air bellowing in and causing a draft that creaked your door open and shut of its own accord. The rhythmic sound of it was almost peaceful to your near catatonic mind, anything to distract you from the ever-present thoughts. You were mindlessly blowing out of the window, basking in the breeze against your tear stricken face, when you heard a creak from deeper within the house. You turn to look at the door, which was still creaking as you’d last heard it, brows furrowed as you tried to listen for the noise again. Must just be the draft creeping into other areas of the house. A minute or so passes, and then you hear another louder creak, one that you realise almost sounds like a footstep against the floorboards of the stairs. Then another one, and then another until it sound as though it stops at the top of the stairs, just a few feet away from your door. Your blood runs cold as you try and listen out for the faint noise, skin prickling in fear as you hold your breath and wait for the sound. But all you hear now is the creaking of your own door as you had all night, and after a couple of minutes pass with no other noises, you let out your breath and relax a little bit more again. It’s quite fitting really that you’re losing your mind, you think to yourself. You take another drag of your joint and blow it mindlessly out of the window, palm resting on your cheek as you over the night sky, brightened by stars. The nights are always the most peaceful to you, when everyone is asleep and you can’t see the true extent of the damage upon Hawkins. It's a constant reminder of what happened, and that you can’t even tell anyone about it. You sigh into the silence of your room, feeling the tears prickling at your sore eyes again until you replay what you’d just said to yourself in your head. The silence of your room. There was no sound anymore, despite the fact you hadn’t shut the window so your door should still be creaking. You swallow nervously, breathing in sharply through your nose as you slowly turn to look at the door, which you notice in fear was now wide open. You almost want to call out into the silence, but decide against it, telling yourself bitterly that if someone has come to kill the ‘murderer, cult leaders’ girlfriend you would happily let them.

“That’s not the kind of attitude I expect from my girl” Comes a deep voice from the darkness, a voice that you couldn’t mistake for anybody else. You scream and your eyes shoot to where the sound came from, a darkened corner of your room, where you see a silhouette leaning precariously against the wall.

“Eddie?” You ask in absolute disbelief, your voice only a whisper as you try and make out his face in the darkness. Is this, is this some kind of cruel joke? Or some kind of upside down magic shit? Whatever it is, the figure shuffles nervously, fiddling with his fingers just like Eddie always did when he was nervous.

“It’s me baby. B-but I need you to know something before you see me” He says carefully, holding his hands up to keep you from coming closer to him as you furrow your brows in confusion at him.

“How?” Is all you can manage to whisper out to him, bewildered as to how you could have seen his literal body, felt his lack of pulse yet have him standing here before you.

“Well, I… I remember I had tried to keep the bats away from the gate, lured them off on my bike but there was too many of them. They got me, and Dustin held me while I…” He trails off, voice choked as he tries to find the words. “I woke up in the upside down, after everything had happened. You were all gone, a-and I was so confused. But mostly I was… thirsty” he says to you, unsure of how to even explain it himself, fear in his voice as he continues. “That was when I noticed the fangs. I guess it was from the bites, they do say in legend that being bitten by a bat is… how you turn” He says quietly, swallowing as he looks at you nervously for your response. You say nothing, you just reach a silent hand out to the darkness, brows furrowed and eyes full of love, pleading with him to come out and show you it was really him.

He takes a step forward, and standing there before you, illuminated like an angel in the moonlight, is Eddie. Your Eddie. You fall forward onto your knees as you begin to sob again, looking up in awe that it was really him. Eddie dashes towards you and picks you up in his strong arms, hugging you close as you sob and sob in his arms.

“I thought I’d lost you” you manage to say between your sobs, smiling for the first time in weeks as he presses his forehead against yours gently. You notice his red eyes with wonder, pulling back just a little to cup your face and stare into them intently. They are so beautiful, still the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. Then you gently place your thumb on his lips as you admire the sharp fanged teeth that are now on either side of his mouth in awe. Eddie seems embarrassed, ashamed almost, wanting to shrink away from your touch.

“I- I know this is probably very weird for you, and I understand if this is something you need to get used to-“ You shut Eddie up by slamming your lips against his, heart full once again as you kiss your boyfriend, tears still streaming down your face.

“Eddie, I love you with all my heart and there is nothing in this world that could change the way I feel about you. You look as gorgeous as the day we met.” You tell him assuredly, the sincerity in your eyes filling Eddies heart with joy and love. “Plus you know how much I love Lost Boys, I’ve always found vampires sexy.” You tell him playfully, making the gorgeous boy laugh back at you and brandish those gorgeous fangs your way. You bite your lip as Eddie’s eyes dart to your neck, a hunger in his eyes as they run over your delicate, succulent skin. Suddenly his knees are buckling under him, the smell of you and the sight of your neck consuming his senses too strongly as he struggles to keep himself calm. You help him up, his arm around your shoulder as you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“You said you woke up thirsty right? Have you, have you drank any blood yet?” You ask him in concern, almost wanting to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of uttering those words. Eddie shakes his head solemnly, looking up at you with a desperation in his eyes.

“You need to drink some, this must be why you’re feeling so weak right now” You say seriously, his eyes widening as you take your hair and tuck it behind your ear, brandishing your neck to him. Eddie wants to protest, but the fucking smell of you has been driving him crazy since he crept into your house. Your blood smelt so sweet, sweeter than anything he could ever imagine, and this ravenous, gut wrenching hunger he felt needed to be sated.

“But what if I hurt you” He whispers in fear, the last thing he’d ever want would be to accidentally drink too much and risk harming you. You look into his eyes deeply and cup his cheek, assuring him that you know he would never, ever hurt you. That he is in control of this, not the other way around.

“I want you to bite me, Eddie” You tell him in a sultry whisper, and Eddie can’t hold it in anymore. He leans over you, grabbing your waist and gently leaning you back while he slowly sinks his teeth into your neck, earning a breathy gasp and a moan from you. The taste of you was like nothing Eddie had ever experienced in his life, and the intimacy of being so close to you like this, drinking from you, drove Eddie crazy. You mewled as he gently sucked your blood, eyes fluttering shut as his grip on your body tightens. It hurt, but in very sensual way and there was a pleasant feeling that came from the pain. Eddie was truly a man starved, drinking from you as though you were the last thing he would ever taste. You tasted like the fountain of youth, like the sweet ambrosia of the gods, every delicacy written in legend couldn’t match the taste of you. Eddie pulls away panting, eyes burning into yours as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, clearly getting aroused by his ministrations. He looked so fucking hot with your blood on his lips and teeth that you wanted him to completely ravish you, mark you as his.

“You taste divine” He says in a strained voice, licking the blood from his lips as his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie is quickly pushing you on your back and crawling over you, tongue lapping at the bite mark his teeth had left on you as he savours your taste. He groans loudly as his teeth skim your neck, and then your throat and collarbones as he makes his way down your body, resisting the urge to bite your perfect skin.

“Please Eddie, I need you” you moan out breathlessly as he teases your body, his hands toying with your panties under your nightdress.

“Tell me what you need angel” He says in a low voice, wanting to hear you beg him more. You moan in frustration and wiggle your hips, trying to get his hand lower.

“Please, I need you to fuck me” You manage to mewl out, throwing him pleading doe eyes.

He growls loudly in response and obliges, easily ripping the nightdress off of your body and earning a gasp from you. He grunts as his eyes skim your body, writhing and perfect beneath him. Eddie feels nervous as he goes to pull his shirt off, to expose all of his scars to you for fear of you not finding him attractive anymore. But you wordlessly begin to kiss his scars softly, letting you know exactly what you felt and warming what little heart he had left beating in his body. He pants as he takes his pants off, his straining cock finally bouncing free of its constraints. He ducks between your legs, his teeth meeting the soft cotton of your panties as he pulls them down your legs, his fangs teasingly ghosting over your skin. Your cheeks burn at the sensuality of the sensation, the excitement that roils in your belly as you think about him biting you again. Eddie is quick to position himself between your legs, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and moaning as his tip brushing your wet folds. Eddie looks as though he’s in heaven as he pushes his cock up against your tight heat, hissing through his teeth as he slowly slides into you.

“So tight” He groans as he bottoms out in you, biting his lips as he draws back his hips and slams back into you roughly. You moan at this, obsessed as ever with the feeling of his thick cock filling you up. You dig your nails into his back and throw your head back with a loud moan as he begins to fuck you hard, grunting at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

“Your pussy feels so perfect wrapped around my dick princess” He groans, eyes feral as he looks down at you “Made just for me wasn’t it baby?” He coos, keeping up his punishing pace as you can only whimper and moan in response. “Tell me baby” He demands in a low voice by your ear, making you shiver in pleasure.

“It was made for you Eddie. Only you” You moan out as he growls at your words and picks up the pace.

You’re completely lost in the pleasure, cockdrunk already as he keeps pounding you and whispering filthy nothings into your ear. His lips find your neck again, breathing heavily against your skin as he sinks his fangs into the other side with a long groan. Getting to both fuck you, feel your tight cunt clenching around him while he sinks his teeth into your neck is too much for Eddie. It pushes him over the edge, his hips snapping harder and more frantically into you as he drinks your sweet blood. The sensation of both prove too much for you as well, and you choke out his name as you cum around his cock, walls pulsing around him and pulling a strangled growl from his lips. He pulls away from your neck, careful not to lose himself and drink too much, as he fucks you animalistically through your orgasm.

“I’m gunna fill you up baby, are you ready?” He growls, eyes glowing as you nod and whimper, a tear slipping down your face from the sheer pleasure of his dick. Eddie laps at your neck as his hips stutter against yours, moaning loudly into your neck as he pushes deep inside you and spills his seed into your tight walls. His eyes squeeze shut from the intensity of his orgasm, pure pleasure washing over him as he thrusts slowly into your tight heat, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue and the feeling of spilling into you. Eddie pants as he rides out his orgasm, pulling out of you with a grunt before rolling onto his back and pulling you to lay against him. “I love you so much” He says softly, running his eyes over your gorgeous features before they meet your neck and remember he bit you again in his throes of pleasure. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks in concern, running his fingertips softly over the marks. You smile at him and shake your head.

“It was really hot actually” You say with a giggle, biting your lip as his eyes flash wickedly and he smirks at you.

“I think I’m really going to enjoy being a vampire.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson angst #Eddie Munson smut #vampire eddie munson #vampire Eddie smut #vampire Eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #vampire!eddie munson #vampire!eddie

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mochisdoll · 2 years

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Fools

Feat. Tendou

This was meant for April fools day! It’s July!!

You probably didn't pick the best day to confess your feelings to your friend, but it's not like you planned to that day either.

You had been sitting in the library of Shiratorizawa for about an hour when Tendou decided to join you.

"Whatcha reading?" He asked, pulling a chair out and sitting across from you.

"Trying to find sources for a research paper, what about you?"

He spoke as he dug around his bookbag for something. "Came to give you company while you found sources for a research paper."

A grin creeped onto your face. "You really wasting your time just to give me company while I work?"

He finally found the Shonen Jump manga he was searching for and pulled it out. Without looking up from the book while flipping through the pages he said, "I don't think it's a waste."

Your heart fluttered as the words hung in the air. You were speechless, and touched by the sentiment.

You tried to focus back on your work, but found his presence very distracting. Stealing glances at him, admiring him as he leaned his chin on his palm. And after about a dozen glances were thrown his way, he finally looked up.

"What?"

You blushed, caught red handed. "Nothing, nothing."

He looked back down to his magazine before you threw caution to the wind and called for his attention.

"Satori," He looks up, that was the first time you had ever used his first name. "I like you. We should go out." You said it more as if you were stating your own opinion instead of asking him.

He stares at you for a second, as if he didn't understand what you said but it looked like realization finally dawned on him as a smirk grew on his face.

"Haha, yeah ok."

"Sure."

He looked back down to his magazine, so you got back to work, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, but productivity never came, you instead doodled all over your paper, showing Tendou your favorites until the free period ended and the two of you went your separate ways.

"Oh, wait!" You called out to him before he completely turned away from you. "Can I come watch your practice later?"

He gave you another incredulous look before it morphed into one of realization. "Sure, you can sit with Ushijima's fans, they're mostly nice. Just tell them you're with me and they'll play nice."

The phrase "you're with me" awakened the butterflies in your stomach. "Okay." You smiled before practically skipping to class.

When school finally ended, you walked right into the gym, before you could climb up the bleachers, Semi approached you with a frown on his face. He crossed his arms as he stopped in front of you.

“Your joke went a little too far today.”

You stared at him dumbly. “Joke? What joke?”

“The one you played on Tendou.” You tried to remember any prank you did that day but couldn’t recall anything. Semi sighed at your lack of response. “He said you asked him out as a joke.”

“I know you probably just thought of it as harmless but it’s Tendou. You know what his dating history looks like, plus he really likes you. You really hurt his feelings.”

“What?? But that wasn’t a joke.”

“Well that’s what he told me.”

“Hold on a second.” You said to him as you walked away to find Tendou.

“Satori!” You yelled as you spotted him across the gym.

“Yes?” He questioned. Confused as to why you were power walking angrily towards him.

“You thought I was kidding?” You asked, smacking his chest. “I meant it!”

“Ow! What?” He recoiled back.

“When I asked you out earlier! It wasn’t a joke.” You threw your hands up.

“Oh.”

“Yeah! ‘Oh’! Telling people I asked you out as a joke!”

“Ok, in my defense, it is April fool’s day.”

“Yes, but you should know I wouldn’t do that to you.” You spoke softer, finally calling from your fuming state.

He smiled at you fondly, just now comprehending your words. “You’re right, you wouldn’t. It just seemed too good to be true.”

“So, do you still say yes? Now that you know I’m serious.” You spoke quietly, noticing all of the attention the two had garnered.

“Duh, no way I’m messing this up again.”

Across the gym Goshiki cheered for his upperclassman, causing a few more people to join in. Ushijima even gave Tendou a thumbs up.

“Well, I should let you get to practice. I’ve made enough of a scene, I will never step foot in this gym again or interact with members of team again.”

“But you have to come to my games,” Tendou pouted. “I’m your boyfriend.”

“I’ll think about it, for my boyfriend.”

#tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#tendou hq

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shirecorn · 3 years

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how about 17 and 24? what inspires you and how do you deal with art block?

Long post warning.

Art block...

I don't actually get art block, which is probably a combination of neurodivergence and drawing every day for the last 3 years

I wrote an entire tutorial about how to do that, but didn't feel like illustrating it. Would people want to read it even without visuals?

Maybe... I'll just start rambling.

There's a couple different types of art block, and it's really just a philosophy puzzle to get past them. I'm going to assume that the things I think of slow days, or art mud, is a milder form of art block and work through that.

Art block is a symptom, not a disease. You probably have something deep inside that you don't want to face, or don't know how. Sometimes you need to discover the cause, sometimes just power through.

Method 1: Rest

Let yourself just Exist. The act of consuming art is part of the process. Watching shows and playing games, taking a break and going gardening or focus on school. This is what you need for burnout-induced art block.

Method 2: Action

I always choose action, sometimes it means a tiny 2 min sketch per day. Ugly or super simplified. As long as I don't stop moving.

Toss everything. Start every piece thinking you will throw it away.

The act of drawing moves you forward; pinning it to the fridge does not. Don't work things until they are perfect. Work them until they are there.

Art block causes and solutions:

- No Inspiration

Not sure what to draw, nothing seems appealing. Art won't come out like it used to.

Do studies from life or photos. Sketch, paint, digital, traditional, doesn't matter. Rocks, fruit, figure drawing, landscapes, buildings, anything.

Study and copy professional's work. Old masters are best, like rubens, michalangelo (only his men tho) etc because they will teach you anatomy while you work. If you copy someone with a lot of flaws, you will repeat those flaws.

Trace to learn, not to earn. Trace photography and art from anyone you want. Don't post it unless you have the artist's permission or they are dead, whichever comes first. This is strictly work for yourself, on yourself. It's not about the finished drawing.

Find an artist with a fun style and try converting stuff into their style. Don't make that your new style though and especially don't start selling it. Your style is a chimera of everyone you love, not a clone of one person.

Take blurry photos. You don't need a fancy camera or good skills or beautiful subjects. Doing studies from your own photos can spark life into your workflow.

Make challenges for yourself. Randomly generate things to combine. Try fusing characters! Don't try to make it look good, just be fun.

Doodle patterns, swirls, lines, random stuff. Try looking up art warmups and doing some of those.

- Everything Sucks

You finally see how bad you are. Or somehow you got worse. Every piece is a fight and you spend hours trying to get something right only for it to be stiff and disgusting and STILL wrong.

Why are you trying to draw good? It's enough just to draw.

Accept that your art is bad. Every artist can see flaws in their work. Your problem is that those flaws outweigh anything remotely worthwhile and hurt to look at.

So what? You're in a period of growth, not a period of production. Keep that wonky second eye. Let them have hot dog fingers.

Show everyone! Show no one! No piece of art can ever be a reflection of the artist. Not their worth, not their skill. The only thing your art says about you is "Held and moved a pen for a bit."

Make bad art. It's ok. Most of the time, the pressure to perform and get things Right is what made them wrong in the first place. Relax.

- No Motivation

The #1 killer of artists everywhere. On some level you think you should draw, on every other level you think you should stay in bed.

You are not lazy. You wouldn't have read this far in a post about art block if you were lazy. You wouldn't CALL it art block if you were lazy. Laziness is wishing you didn't have to do anything. A block is wishing you were doing something. If you think you can namecall Yourself into productivity again, you're wrong and You need to unionize so that you don't treat You like that anymore.

Consider Mental Illness. Losing interest in something that brought you joy can be a symptom of depression. I know it seems obvious, but if you're waiting for a sign that it's "bad enough," it's bad enough. Seek care if you have the means. Forgive yourself if you already know this.

Selfcare. Examine yourself for neglect. Nutrition, exercise, enrichment, social need, and sleep are all part of the art process. Eat three meals and sleep 8 hours. That's your gaymer fuel. You deserve it, I promise. Depriving yourself of your needs will make your blocks worse, not kick you into making them better.

Identify potholes. Sketchbook falling apart? Tablet cord frayed? Half your pencils missing? Chair uncomfortable? Desk hard to reach? There's a lot of things that you tell yourself to work around and get over. Just because you CAN workaround something, doesn't mean you SHOULD. A difficult work environment can cause secret dread deep inside that you don't recognize and just think you're lazy. What you think of as "no motivation" might actually be "I don't want to deal with my tablet disconnecting every time I move it wrong and I have to wiggle it for a few seconds to make it work again." These little things are like potholes in the road. Sure you CAN still drive through them, but eventually you're going to look up and realize you haven't voluntarily left the house in weeks.

Repair potholes and roadblocks. You might feel bad about buying a new pencil, headphones, tablet, car, etc because technically the old one works if you hustle. But if you're running into so many potholes you've ground to a halt, it doesn't Actually work anymore, does it? Invest, save up, request, and require working equipment and suitable conditions. This stuff isn't just cushy privilege, it's an investment in yourself and your art. You are worth the effort it takes to clear the way. If you can't afford reliable (reliable! not perfect or luxurious) equipment, then say it. If cardboard is all you can afford, draw on cardboard. But know that you deserve canvas, and one day you might be able to make the jump. Acknowledge that sometimes, if you don't have it in you to smear burned twigs on wet cardboard, the problem isn't motivation, but opportunity.

- Haven't Drawn in So Long

A unique type of art block that self perpetuates. The thought of starting again is so stressful you can't do it. Or maybe you'll do it tomorrow. Yeah. Tomorrow for sure.

Face your fears. Are you ashamed of your lack of drawing? Are you anthropomorphizing your paper and thinking it's going to judge you, like "oh NOW you come back >:/" I internalize voices I hear and project them onto other people, concepts, locations, and inanimate objects. Your paper, computer, WIPs folder.... none of that is judging you.

Reframe your WIPs. Do you feel shame when you see "unfinished" projects? Why? Who says you MUST bring everything you start to Finish? You don't have to. A sketch is a finished art piece; it's called a sketch! If a sketch is a fully realized creation, pages that are half colored, 75% lined, or partially rendered are all fully realized creations too. Unless paid otherwise, art is done when you're done working on it.

Lower the stakes. Draw a chibi or grab some crayons. Get messy and slowly ease yourself back into the flow over the course of a couple days. It's fine.

Get a buddy! Find an art meme, do an art trade, get a study subject, or just wing it. Drawing art alongside someone can help you get past that block.

Pretend you never stopped. Don't think about the gap, how long it's been, or rustiness. As far as anyone knows, you drew the mona lisa yesterday and didn't break a sweat. Today, you drew a starfish on your hand with a gel pen. Keep up that streak, good job!

Just keep drawing. Make a goal to do one sucky drawing per day on the back of a napkin. Don't make up for missed days, just pretend they didn't happen. Who's going to judge you? The calendar? That's pieces of paper; it doesn't have an opinion. Draw a cat on it. Done. Keeping up the momentum is a great way to prevent art blocks in the future.

TLDR: Draw imperfectly and toss it. Selfcare is king. Draw often and don't judge yourself.

Art is a process, not a product.

#shire screams #art tips #ask #art block #long post

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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— genshin boys as your late night study buddy

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao and albedo x gn! reader

ೃ 200-299 words per character! (they are your bfs in this! bc MAN do i desperately want one of the genshin boys to cram school works with and shower me with luv and affection.) ♡

ೃ tags: college au, modern au, and lots of fluff.

ೃ thank you so so much for 1k notes on my very first batch of genshin hcs! i appreciate all the luv it received and i can never thank all of you enough 🥺 i’ll be making a genshin masterlist soon to compile all of my current and future works so pls stay tuned for that!

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ZHONGLI:

– Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, he’ll focus. There’s always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (He’s just fancy like that.) When he doesn’t understand the concepts right away, he’d turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks: “(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? aren’t they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.”

CHILDE:

– Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. He’s at the top of the class, He’s popular and friendly, He’s the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (he’s the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while he’s scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. He’d poke you on the cheek and show you what he’s found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s do it baby. I know the law.”

DILUC:

–You and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the “Campus Cuties” awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep. You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst you’re at a cute little café with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) It’s such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have can’t get any better than this.

“I got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that you’ve always wanted. I-I’m so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.”

KAEYA:

- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeya’s Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. He’s quite the teacher’s pet, but with good intentions. That’s just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, “I’m kidding. Just kidding my love.” You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6 as the “Educational Movie Of the Day.” He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesn’t matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, there’s a high chance that you’ll never fluke a test ever again.

“Oh. That’s pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know we’re going to ace our finals!”

XIAO:

– Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. You’ve sworn to your boyfriend that you’d help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesn’t need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, “The Liyue Adepti”, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless he’s called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you know, that I’ll always be here for you.”

ALBEDO:

- Being the university’s library assistant has it’s perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. You’d meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. He’s quite busy, being a part of university’s alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! She’s always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. He’s a genius after all, and although you’ve constantly told him time and time again that he doesn’t have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever it’s exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message:

“I put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. I’m proud of everything you’ve reached so far, my beloved. and I know you’ll reach greater heights. Let’s continue to excel and thrive together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.”

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fullmoondagger · 2 years

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WHAT I LEARNED FROM MY LATEST ART BLOCK ABOUT CREATIVITY AND EXISTING AS AN ARTIST:

Hi so Hi I'm Fullmoon and I'm a digital artist and a writer (@fullmoondaggers-art) and from last november/december to april/may I have been in a mortifying creative block that was AGONIZING to say the least. My art's back now although it's at a very small pace but . I'm free ! (or back into my cage?)

I'm making this post mostly for myself but also to share this experience with others because that may be interesting or helpful? Please do take everything uder the cut with a grain of salt I’m merely a creature spilling thoughts about my own experiences and ideas . Love and Light

Some people may scoff at me because 6/7 months of art block may be nothing to them but it was a LOT for me- I never had such a long period of no art juice and it was very disorienting and horrifying.

For as long as I've been able to hold a pen and had to survive through the torture that is school, I've been drawing. All day long, everyday. Doodles on the edges of my notebooks, on scraps of paper when teachers took away my notebooks, and on my arms when the teachers took away my scraps of paper. I drew my little characters, then my little ponies, and I will forever look back at how terrifyingly productive I was in 2016. How did I manage to put out a fully lined and colored drawing almost every day after school ? While gay?

Jokes asides I've always drawn, and fast. Everyone seems impressed with how fast I draw, myself included.

(WHAT do you mean you drew this in 8 hours? wtf Luke)

And I used to draw all the time. When I wasn't playing games or watching shows, I was drawing.

And all of the sudden, it stopped. Creativity juices stopped flowing. Might have been caused by some personal events, and me stepping out of a fandom to other interests that is feeding me less in terms of nooks in which my art fungus can grow (the BATIM fandom rules. Genuinely. Legacy of Kain also has so much to offer), but either way, I was entering a very uncreative moment in my journey as an artist.

It hit hard !

I was getting anxious about opening SAI. I was getting anxious at plugging my tablet in my laptop. I could NOT do anything creative. Even when I got short spurs of ideas I would just give up and close the program, because it wasn't worth it anyways, no one would care, no one would want what I had to give, because my art didn't look professional or didn't stand out as much as it should. I was very deep set in the idea that uploadable art was fully lined and colored, colored sketches could be acceptable under some strict criteria. Let's not even talk about fic, I'm still very much a beginner, and the topics I like to write about aren't very elevated anyways.

1- THE ART OF TRICKERY

Brains are mischievous little machines, but once you understand that you're above it, it's nothing but a roach under your heel. I had to redirect my creative drive to something else than art and writing, so I tried my hand at HTML, a tiny pathetic bit of 3D modeling, painting patches for my jacket etc.

SAI and Tablet were making me anxious? Well, What about mouse and MS Paint? Why not try Adobe Flash ? Pencils and watercolor makes you shit? Ballpen and scrap paper. Grow up. This cool artist uses Paint 3D to work, why not give it a shot? Try some new ways of sketching, new fun art styles to mess with.

(Animated on Adobe Flash as a little test, I had a lot of fun !)

It was baby steps towards some recovery, and it did help ! It took me a while, but I was finally able to open SAI and draw and ENJOY it.

2- THE ART OF SEEING YOURSELF

What do I create for?

I draw for myself, for my horny little ideas, my cool character designs, to get out some funny things that are inside my head, to put my favorite characters in situations, to make them look hot as shit. I draw for other people too, sharing is important and vital as a fandom artist on the Internet. I want my art to be seen and enjoyed by other people who also enjoy what I'm creating about. I make to share, I don't want most of my art to be seen by only myself. I don't draw for fame, although being mildly known in my tiny little niche communities would be nice! It's not something that I cling to too tightly.

What is my artist identity ?

Early 2000's cartoons, 90's Anime, 2010's Internet, Art Nouveau, 1930's cartoons, Symbolism, Medieval art, BDSM/Kink, some French Comics, throw it all in a blender, and you get a blurry image of me.

Things are a bit difficult here. I don't feel like I have an "art style". I love to try new things, new techniques, new shapes. My art pieces rarely resemble each other, which is something I'm very self conscious about and I'm learning to accept. The thing is, every other artist around me has that Thing that makes their work so recognisable, and I don't feel like my art has that "Oh, that's Fullmoon" spark. At first I thought something was wrong with me, but I think it's really only a matter of perspective, I don't see it because I don't have the step back from my work to do that.

I wish I knew what makes me unique as an artist, but also I don't think it matters that much.

3- THE ART OF NOT GIVING A SHIT

(Little edit I smashed together somewhere near the peak of my art block, just because I wanted to see Applejack and Arthur Morgan hanging out. I think they’d be besties)

Art block taught me to Let Go. I couldn't draw anymore, and I felt like I was free from something that had been cursing me for so long but also completely lost without my shackles. I didn't really have an outlet for my Needs to fidget and make things and share them, and I was feeling like I would never be back to where I used to be in art. But also I knew it was cyclical, just like everything else in life is, and everything would fall back in place in due time. Sometimes you need to not give a shit if something turns out ugly or unperfect or never gets finished ever. keep them tucked in a corner and pull them out when you feel like you could have a better shot at them. It's OK to give up ! If you don't feel it's right, if you're not enjoying the process, just Let Go. If you're enjoying it regardless, just keep on going, the beauty of creation is that it's about fun and discovery. Nothing is eternal, and projects come back from the dead.

(Original idea from my art block VS when I picked it back up when i got my power back, lineart done on Adobe Flash because SAI was still too intimidating to me, and also lining on Flash is FUN)

4- WHAT DID THIS BRING ME

I think I have a very different approach to making art now. I don't draw every day, but It doesn't weigh on me that much anymore, as it should. I make things for fun, I don't want to aim for a masterpiece every time I pick up my tablet and turn the music playlist up. I draw whatever I want to, because I'm in impossibly niche communities anyway, so whoever will see it will see it, and I love them for that. I'm able to let things sit for a while and pick them back up later, which is VERY HARD for me in general. Maintaining a brand is bullshit and will kill you.

I’ve been writing again as well, and while I don’t think it’s too important, it’s fun !!

I have fun making things and learning things, and I have discovered new things I probably wouldn’t have gotten otherwise;

- I can roughly animate on Flash !

- I have a website I wrote myself !

- Painting on fabric is very fun actually !

- So much anime and manga. God

- I can sit back and feel Okay about not being an art machine !

I say that as a horrid little hater, but I think it's so important as an artist to cherish and adore everything you make. Give passion to the world and it will give it back to you in other ways. Play Soul Reaver

#dagger.txt #ok to reblog I guess #very messy but its just raw thoughts

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fishklok · 2 years

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would it be annoying if I asked for advice? If so, ignore this ask

But like how do you make time for yourself while applying for law school? How do you have time to constantly make this amazing fanart and fics? Just asking bc I'm a college freshman and I'm losing it like I don't have time to do anything anymore!! Like shit man I just wanna draw mtl fanart and chill but literally college takes up 95% of my time. Good luck with law school btw and I apologize if this like asking TOO much

It's not annoying at all, happy to help :)

It helps that applying to law school hasn't really taken up that much of my time. At least when compared to when I was a full time employee/student. Writing my personal statements/essays did take some time, but not enough to prevent me from doing other shit too. When I actually start law school, I highly doubt I'll be able to post much of anything.

But when I was studying for the LSAT, I did have to carve out large chunks of my free time that I would normally use to write/draw to study instead. And just a few weeks ago, I took an entire day to apply to as many law schools as I could in 8 hours (pro tip: don't do that).

When it comes to taking time for myself, it really came down to recognizing my own mental needs and limits. I used to play a lot of video games, but gaming isn't really something my mind "needs" to decompress. I've been way too busy to touch any of my games, but it's really not a big deal. On the other hand, running is something I need to do. I could be absorbed into a drawing or a piece of writing or even cooking breakfast, but if that voice in my head goes "you need to go run now", I have to do it. When I'm unable to run, my mental health plummets. So that's something I can't remove from the list. And drawing/writing is somewhere between those two extremes. Drawing isn't really something I do to relax, so I can go a day or two without drawing anything. But writing is now part of my bedtime ritual. Even if it's just an extra 200-400 words, the day doesn't feel complete until I write. I can skip a day if I'm truly beaten down, but I try to avoid that.

I hope this all makes sense and sorry if this doesn't truly answer the question. I can try to put some more actionable advice together.

As I said, recognize your own needs and limits. If you're burnt out from school and writing/art will only make you feel worse, don't force it. Taking time for yourself doesn't have to involve production.

Inspiration/motivation comes in waves. I spent most of July and August barely able to finish little doodles and drawing felt like the biggest chore. Now, I'm past that hurdle and I can spend an entire free day drawing without feeling like I'm pushing myself.

I hate myself for giving this advice, but planners. I have ADHD so trust me, I hate the "get a day planner!" advice, but...it has really helped. It was more helpful pre-pandemic when I was physically going to class, but I would make a habit of writing down everything I have coming up so when I get anxious about deadlines, I can read my planner and know exactly how many days I have to do it. I usually used my planner for deadlines, but some people (my dad) will plan out their days by the hour. Right now, I mostly use my personal discord server where I'll jot down notes or things I have to remember. Whichever is helpful to you, but having a concrete thing that says "this is what you have to do and how much time you have to do it" can take a lot off my shoulders personally. Because if you have all these abstract deadlines and obligations clouding your mind it can be very easy to get overwhelmed. But if they're listed out, it's easier to go "okay, so the most pressing thing I have isn't due for a week and I'm already halfway done. I'm going to draw now."

To clarify, none of this day-planning stuff came naturally to me at all lol. It took over a decade of me missing real deadlines and panicking over nonexistent ones for me to finally develop a system. And even then I don't always stick to it as well as I should lol.

Sorry this got rambly and I worry I'm not being that helpful. But I hope at least some of my advice is useful.

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Meeting Them Headcanons

Eraserhead, All Might, Fatgum, and Hawks

Don’t know why but I had such a hard time writing Hawks’ part, like dang I was at a loss for a while

Masterlist

You met Aizawa your first day at UA

At first you really didn’t talk much to him, but his friends Oboro and Yamada? The three of you talked quite a bit

Finally Aizawa opened up to you a few months into the first year at UA

After that, you were always hanging out with the ‘three dumbigos’ of UA High

After school especially, the four of you would always pick one of their houses to hang out and do homework at or go out and eat at Hot Pot places or ramen shops.

One day though....your heart kind of just jolted when Aizawa said something from beside you while eating hot pot one winter night on a weekend.

For a reason....his face and eyes just hit you differently and you felt dumb to ask what he said again because you totally missed it.

If only you knew how how his eyes would kind of linger on your face after you’ve said something or when you would laugh or smile

Oboro and Yamada TOTALLY knew that the two of you totally digged each other. They casted knowing side glances to each other as they watched the two of interact with each other....

They weren’t surprised when the two of you decided to ‘secretly’ date...

They weren’t fooled by your hand holding under the table or when the two of you would both be busy a few times at the same time when they wanted to plan something

They acted surprised though when Aizawa finally told them that the two of you had been dating for awhile, just so Aizawa wouldn’t feel dumb about hiding it or whatever.

Sadly...Oboro couldn’t see it, but the two of you got married not too long after graduation, the two of you opening an agency together and doing more underground work.

But you stayed to take care of the Agency once Aizawa was offered to work at UA, which you encouraged him to do, because why not?

Aizawa still powers through night patrols though much to your disdain when he clocks in his hours back at the agency and you happen to to see it while doing the book keeping.

Present Mic made the wedding reception lit though at you and Aizawa’s wedding

He totally ran into you at some mundain place like a grocery store....

In his regular old Toshinori self...

The both of you were reaching for like coffee or something like that

He was just in awe though when you told him to not worry about and to go ahead and take it, in awe by your beauty and voice

He didn’t end up taking it, but he totally scored your number somehow and wooed you by his gentlemanly ways of flirting and taking you on dates.

Plus he always managed to give you good pictures of All Might and that was a big deal for you being a writer for a magazine that wasn’t totally just made up of entire gossip columns.

The two of you would date and see each other for a while...until one day you end up walking into his apartment and All Might is just standing in the middle of the living

All freaking Might

And that really kind of throws you off guard for a bit because what is a hero doing in your boyfriends apartment, so you kind of just scream at them

And then you just scream even more when Toshinori is soon in front of you, coughing roughly before you

It takes you a while to wrap your head around it, but you grown to get use to it..

You and Toshinori date for a few years before finally getting married though and the press goes wild when All Might is spotted with a mystery wedding band.

It literally pains him though that he really couldn’t go into details during interviews and such and with having to be extra careful when visiting you.

But he kind of enjoys his retirement period because he loves being able to finally just show you off to everyone

Will try to flirt with you in his puffed form to impress you and flex his muscles

You were out doing something simple, like grocery shopping for your little street food stand

The stand was actually quite popular, so you probably could have just easily brought in produce from a wholesale, but you enjoyed supporting local business

Plus you liked to talk to the older women who were out selling their produce and live seafood and such for tips and tricks on how to cook something

The women really enjoyed your talks though and always hit you up with good discounts and would always set aside their eyes products for you, sometimes they would honestly just give it to you for free under one condition

That they could go and get a free snack after they would close up for the day, sometimes you would protest, but honestly, they kind of scared you and you didn’t want to talk back to them with all the wisdom that they held

But one day as you were lugging your reusable bags that were filled to the brim with stuff that you needed for the week, or at least for the next few days of business was popping, one of your bags had begun to slip from it’s place on your arm.

It then fell right where you were about to step, totally tripping you and sending you falling onto your knees on the ground

We were kind of embarrassed as everyone had scrambled to make sure you were alright, but then he showed up

Fatgum was soon in front of you, telling everyone to keep moving and to not big up the walking space, which was a hazard on its own.

He helps you carry your things to your stand and from then on, he is a regular at your little establish, to the point your food stand is instantly associated with him

But then he finally ask you out on a date, which you accept

The two of you date for a few years until finally marrying, your food stand soon being you and fatgum’s stand

He helped a lot whenever he would get days off for vacation or to bulk up again (which is dangerous because he wants to eat EVERYTHING)

Will probably eat everything at the food stand

You met him while doodling away on your balcony one day

You were relaxing out under the evening sun, enjoying the nice warmth it brought while you just doodled away in a notebook

You doodled the basic things like flowers, then you began to draw away favorite characters from shows and movies along with popular heroes and villains

Then you heard a fluttering noise, like a bird swooping overhead, though then you only gave a gasp as a man was now seated on the railings of the balcony.

Yeah...Keigo is too nosy for his own good, because he really didn’t think it through that you might actually be frightened with some random man sitting down on your balcony.

You knew who he was though, so a few laughs were shared and you showed him the doodles that you were doing.

He would stop by a lot after that, he’ll mooch some food off of you every now and then or maybe a bottle of water if he was just passing by, but then finally you would begin to invite him in and then it got to the point where you would just leave the sliding door open for him to enter in

He would either come to hang out or if it was too late, he would take the liberty to just crash on your couch and leave that morning.

Though of course you would make sure he was fed before he was off again for work

Finally though he asked you out on a proper date instead of you and him finding yourselves cuddling together on your couch while watching shows and movies together

Press was quick to pick up on it though when you went out together because....you know....it’s Hawks

You managed to keep your relationship on the downlow though, which was kind of surprising that that was even possible, you didn’t mind the few paparazzi photos that they would snag though when the two of you would go out on dates.

You date for a year before finally just saying ‘fuck it’ and marrying each other in a private ceremony

Everyone didn’t question the fact the two of you magically wearing wedding rings because it was kind of obvious that it was gonna happen sooner or later

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desiredmalfoy · 4 years

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Champagne Problems (G.W. x Reader)

House: Slytherin

Universe: Not Canon (I think by now its safe to say I don’t like to follow canon much in my writing )

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

TW: Talks about blood purity. Controlling Parents

Word Count: 3.5 K

Get ready for some angst! Based loosely on Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift because I got inspiration for it while listening to this song. It turned out way longer then I expected. Sorry if there is any mistakes, I haven’t fully edited it. Enjoy!

Note: I aged up Draco, Pansy & Blaise to be the same age as the reader and George.

(The picture above was made by me. I tried to make the handwriting seem a bit messy on purpose) Plus George would be the one to draw doodles on a note.)

One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go

Growing up in a rich pure blood family, (y/n) knew what was always expected of her. She was to know her place at all times. Whether that meant knowing she was better then half-bloods and muggle-borns. You are to never be seen with their kind darling her mother would tell her since she was very little. She was also raised to not go against her parents wishes. Sit straight and make sure you always look your best her mother had ingrained in her brain. Ever since she was a little girl her mother had fretted over her looks and manners. If you want a good husband you must be your best darling.

She was to only be friends with the children of other pure-blood families. Make strategic friendship and make sure that she kept those who benefited her the most close. Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy surprisingly had become close friends of hers. They aren’t a group of friends who share their deepest secrets but they brought comfort to each other. They knew what the other was going through as they were all basically destined for the same fate. To keep their pure-blood lineage strong.

Her future was set in stone before she could even talk. She was to marry someone of her same blood status and continue their bloodline. She was never given the option to choose who she wanted to love. She was expected to give up her life. And that’s exactly what she did as she gave up on the only man she’s loved. George Weasley.

She had met George at Hogwarts back when they were both students. He was in the same year as her. She had heard of him, I mean who had not with the way him and Fred were infamous with their prank pulling. Life was cruel at times and she wondered if she was being punished in a way when she fell for him.

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers. You're not sure which is worse

She shared a dorm with Pansy for her final year. They had a very complicated friendship. They cared about each other and they would often share their thoughts with each other. Pansy’s parents expected the same out of her. It was nice to have another person who understood what she was going through. Although she knew to never share her deepest secrets with Pansy, she was an opportunist who would use anything against her in the end. Her and Pansy often spoke on who they thought their parents were thinking of marrying them off to. Being a part of the sacred 28 meant that there was a decent sized list of options of who they’d be married off to. It was such a twisted conversation for two young girls to be having. Childhood and lives continuously being controlled by others.

“I wouldn’t mind Adrian Pucey”, Pansy said from her desk as she continued to write her DADA homework. “Or even Draco or Blaise.”

“Really?” (Y/N) responded all the way from her bed. She was looking for her shoes as she was about to go out for one of her nightly walks around the school.

“Yeah. I heard he’s still single.”

“What about you”, Pansy questioned with an eyebrow raise as she dropped her quill and turned to face (y/n).

“Not Marcus Flint that's for sure. Remember how creepy he was during the Yule Ball last year”, (y/n) laughed with an eye roll.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop trying to touch your waist.”

“Anyway, enough about Flint. I’m going to go for my nightly walk. Do you want to go Pansy?”

“Nope. I have to finish this and I still have a bit to finish before I go to sleep.”

“I’ll be back later.”

That one cold October night changed her life for the better. Even if it wasn’t meant to last. This was her last and final year here before she was to return home and do what was expected of her. The days dwindled until she completely lost her freedom. At least here she had some control over her life. She on one of her nightly walks in an attempt to clear her mind when he had bumped into her. She didn’t fear being caught by anyone, her last name alone let her get away with many things. Plus Draco was the Head Boy and wouldn’t get her in trouble. Lost in her train of thought, she didn’t notice a certain ginger running down the hallway. Probably from another prank. Not looking where he was going he knocked straight into (y/n) causing her to stumble back and surely hit the floor hard. But his strong hold prevented her from falling onto the stone ground. Time seemed to freeze as she felt his touch electrify her entire body. (Y/N) stared into his brown eyes as neither said a word to each other. This was the first time they had even crossed paths with each other.

“I’m so sorry love”, he spoke as he helped her stand up straight and let go of her waist.

“It’s quite alright”, she answered softly. “Just be careful next time.”

“Of course.”

Silence followed for a couple of seconds before he spoke up again. His face showing he was deep in thought.

“You’re not going to run and tell your friend Malfoy that you’ve caught me”, he questioned her.

“Should I be informing Draco of something you did?”

“No. But I thought you’d be running off now to let him know. After all, you are his friend.”

“No, why would I go and let him know that? It’s not my job to patrol at night.”

A smile formed on his face as he looked at you. His smile made you weak and you didn’t even know why.

From there on a secret friendship blossomed with the red headed boy. (Y/N) wasn’t able to see him in public because word was sure to get your parents. Plus her friends aren’t exactly the nicest people to the Weasleys. Constantly looking down on them and their financial status. Last thing she needed was her mother writing (y/n) about being seen with a “blood traitor”. Merlin, she hated that word. Her relationship with him started slow as a friendship first. Fred was very skeptical of (y/n) in the beginning and it took a lot for him to trust her. Fred knew his brother had fallen for her and he wanted to do nothing more than protect his heart. (Y/N) couldn’t blame him for that. Although she was never truly cruel like the rest of her friends, their reputation was attached to her.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing

He wasn’t able to ask (y/n) to be his date for the Yule Ball, it was too much of a risk. Instead he watched from afar as she danced the night away with a boy from Durmstang. As (y/n) danced with him all she was wishing was that it was George that was holding her tonight.

That night after the dance she sneaked with George to the room of requirements where the room had become the same winter wonderland as earlier in the evening. This time though, she was able to dance with the one person she truly wanted to hold her in their arms.

“I really like you (y/n)”, George spoke as they swayed to the music.

“I like you too George.”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend? I know it will have to be in secret but I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“Of course”, she said smiling up at him. With that, she brought his face down to her level and placed a long awaited kiss on his lips. It was one of hunger and need. A need for him to be closer to her.

Months passed where she would sneak around and have dates with George. With the help of Fred, the two were able to see each other often. It was hard keeping it a secret as you wanted nothing more than to show the world he was her boyfriend. But (y/n) knew she couldn’t do that. They would send each other longing looks throughout the day waiting to be able to see each other again. He had once found a picture of her inside her school bag. It had fallen from one of her photo albums she had placed in her bag. He told her he was going to keep that picture in his wallet so that he would always have her near.

Crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems

One Saturday while her friends were off to Hogsmeade, she had decided to stay back and spend time with George. While sitting in the room of requirements like she always did with her boyfriend she couldn’t stop thinking about the letter she had received from her mother. The one week spring holiday that the school offered was coming up and her mom expected her to be back home. She couldn’t even stay back and spend it with her boyfriend. She was expected to go home and attend an upcoming ball the Pucey family was organizing.

Lost in her own mind, (y/n) tried to listen to George. George spoke about wanting to start his own shop with Fred. (Y/N) placed her head on his chest as he continued to speak about what their plans would be after graduation. She played with his hands as he continued on about all the products they would have and how it would be such a great shop. She wishes she could freeze time for a while more.

Spring holiday had come quickly and before (y/n) knew it she was back home and attending countless fancy balls and dinner parties with her parents. As the oldest of her siblings, (y/n) had spent her life at countless balls and dinners with her parents as soon as she turned fifteen. Each and every event they would talk to others looking for the perfect husband for their daughter. It wasn’t until one night after a ball that her parents had informed her that they had found the perfect husband for her. She looked at them with a bit of hesitation as she waited for them to drop who she was supposed to be marrying.

“Draco Malfoy”, your mother spoke with great excitement in her voice. Mother must be ecstatic about this.

“Draco Malfoy?” She can start to feel her mouth become dry.

“Yes, you know that the Malfoy’s are a good family to be marrying into darling. Your life is set”, (y/n)’s mother said as she stroked her hair. “The Flint family also inquired about you marrying their son but they don’t quite have the same status as the Malfoy’s.”

At least it’s not Marcus Flint...

“I know mother.”

“We’ll be having dinner with the Malfoy’s tomorrow night so you two can talk more.”

“Of course father”, (y/n) responded obediently. Your expression never faltering in front of your parents. Although inside you were panicking. What about George? “I’m familiar with Draco since we are in the same house and have the same friend group.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful bride ever darling”, your mother whispered to you as she hugged you tightly. Too bad the man you want at the end of the aisle won’t be there.

Dinner with the Malfoy’s was quite uneventful other than the talk of the upcoming wedding after the both of you had left Hogwarts. Narcissa continuously complimented her on her beauty and grace. She hugged (y/n) when they entered Malfoy Manor and whispered into her ear, “We couldn’t have picked a better young lady to carry on our name.” She felt like she was about to be sick. (Y/N) did what she was taught to do, smile when appropriate and be as charming as ever. She knew she was nothing more than an object with no feeling to them.

“Draco darling”, Narcissa spoke once they had finished dinner. “We have some things to discuss, why don’t you show (y/n) around the garden?”

“Of course mother”, Draco responded as he stood up and walked over (y/n). He helped her stand from her chair with an extended hand. He offered (y/n) his elbow as he escorted her out of the dining room and out of the manor into the garden.

“Are you okay with this”, Draco questioned her once they had found a bench in the stunning garden.

“I don’t know how I feel” she responded truthfully. “But I am glad it’s you. You’ve been nothing but respectful to me.”

“How do you feel about this?”

“That we have never been given a chance. But I’m glad it’s you too.”

“Were you hoping for Pansy?”, she teased him as everyone knew of Pansy’s big crush on him back in fourth year. .

He laughed genuinely at her joke. “Anyone but her.”

It became quiet after that as they both knew what they had to do.

“We’ll be okay”, he whispered as he squeezed (y/n)’s hand.

“We will.”

Neither of you wanted this. Seeing as Draco himself was heads over heels for a muggle-born girl in your year. He had been secretly seeing her for a while. In the shadows with the same fears you had about your parents finding out. (Y/N) had actually caught him with her on one of (y/n)’s nightly walks on her way to see George. She had let him know that she wouldn’t run to his parents and let them know what she had seen. (Y/N) had sympathized with his situation and she’d be a hypocrite if she went and told on him. She felt his pain as (y/n) told him how she was in love with George. The both of you understood the pain you’d have to face as you returned to Hogwarts in the upcoming days.

Both of you cried that night knowing what you had to do. Neither of you had a way out. You both were just pawns in your parents games.

Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it

(Y/N) had made it back to school after the short school holiday. The end of the school year was fast approaching and exams loomed near. She avoided George at first, trying to live a few more days of bliss where she was still happy with him. But that didn’t last long, he had eventually found her after their shared class had ended. He secretly slipped a small paper in her hand.

“Meet me in the Room of Requirements Tonight after curfew. Love George xx”

(Y/N) was dreading this meeting with him because she knew her time with him was ending. The next time she saw George he had seemed very nervous. He was pacing in the room and kept looking at the ground. He was so distracted that he had failed to notice her presence.

“What’s wrong”, she questioned him as he suddenly lifted his head up.

“Darling I have something important to talk to you about.”

“What is it?”

“Well, you know how we’re almost graduating? I want you to come with me. I need you by my side.”

“What”, you breathed out as your eyes became wide.

“I want you by my side” he whispered as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Inside it sat a beautiful ring with a red stone in the center of it.

“George”, she gasped as tears welled in her eyes. She’s crying because she knows she’ll never have the life she wants. It’s like fate was taunting her.

“I can’t do this George.”

“Please (y/n) come with me”, George pleaded with her.

“You know I can’t Georgie”, (y/n) whispered as she wiped the tears pouring down her cheeks.

“I know I can’t give you the same you’re used to but I promise I love you!”

“I can’t go with you because I never loved you”, she said suddenly as her expression became stoic. It’s better to have him hate her then love her. It would help ease her pain.

“What”, he breathed out as he stared at her bewildered with her recent confession. He placed the box with the only ring she’s ever wanted back in his pocket.

“I never loved you”, (y/n) repeated.

“What about every moment we shared (y/n)! You can’t fake that!”

“Please! You were nothing but a game George. You were nothing more than my entertainment for a while. I’d never thought we’d ever get this far”

“Look at me right now and tell me I never meant anything to you (y/n)”, George whimpered as cupped your cheeks. His eyes pleaded with yours to let this be nothing more than a cruel joke of yours.

You roughly got out of his hold but not before looking right at him. “I could never love someone like you.”

“I could never love a Weasley. Especially not a blood traitor.”

His expression changed from hurt to anger in seconds. As he looked at you with pure disgust. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were different from those other pure-bloods.”

He opened the wallet in his pocket and ripped out her picture. Along with her heart. The picture fell slowly to the ground. She watched it as it floated to the floor.

“Goodbye. Hope you have a good life (y/l/n). I hope you can find happiness in your bitter existence.”

“Because only someone with such hatred in their heart plays with the feelings of others.”

As he exited the room, (y/n) broke down in tears. This isn’t the life she wanted. She hated that she was destined for this. She would do anything for another life. She wanted to have the strength to run up and tell him what she was going through. To ask him to save him from her future. But she couldn’t leave her siblings alone. If (y/n) walked out of her parents grasp, she’d be walking away from them too. She felt her chest starting to tighten and her breaths getting shorter and shorter.

You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches

The days seemed to go by with no color in her life. This week has been pouring rain nonstop. The mood of the sky clearly matches her current situation. Pansy had noticed her slight shift in mood but she blamed her emotional turmoil on the nerves of her upcoming graduation. She seemed to believe her or simply just dropped it as not trying to intrude anymore. She watched as he walked the halls of the school with sadness clearly on his face. He’d look her way every once in a while. Some days it was also pure anger when he looked her way. She had attempted to stay clear of him and Fred. After their shared classes she always left first or walked different routes to her next destination.

“You know you have some nerve”, she heard a voice behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Fred Weasley. His face red with anger.

“What do you want”, she responded to him as she turned to face him.

“You took his heart and you bloody broke it”, Fred responded angrily. “He loved you. He probably still does.”

“That’s no longer my problem”, (y/n) responded calmly. All these years of having to mask her true feelings were being used currently.

“You see, I don’t understand how this was a game to you! You don’t just fake all that!”

“You’ll never understand”, she said in a monotonous manner.

“Is everything alright here”, Draco questioned as he walked up to them. He took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Oh I see now”, Fred sneered as he looked down at her intertwined hand with Draco’s. “It was some twisted game between you two.”

“Look you don’t talk to her like that”, Draco responded as he stepped in front of you. Fully blocking Fred from your view.

“I’d hit you right now but I’m sure you’d get your daddy to fight your battles.” Fred said as he shoulder checked Draco on his way out. He didn’t bother to turn back around and look at you.

“Don’t listen to him”, Draco said as embraced her.

But you'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

She knew that George wouldn’t have a problem finding someone else. Someone who would love him like he truly deserved. Someone who could help piece back together what she had broken. He would find some who truly deserved him. Because in her opinion, she had never deserved George Weasley. She could never deserve someone like him.

Challenge to self: write angst with a happy ending??

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Mikey I have Feelings about Steve Rogers specifically tonight and I want you to hear them

- Steve likes apple just fine but he actually doesn’t like the taste of cinnamon so he doesn’t actually eat a lot of apple things; Bucky experiments with different pastries until he finds one that’s close enough to the regular thing that everyone (including Steve) is happy.

- Sometimes Steve gets overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds and smells and textures and it’s all too much. He goes into his room, sits on the floor (the bed is too soft), puts on a sleeping mask and puts in heavy-duty earplugs. (Can you tell I read “Suspended Silence” again tonight? 😂)

- Sometimes if Steve is mentally overwhelmed (which happens a lot after a lot of PR-type stuff, he’ll take tweezers to his legs; the hairs don’t snap out so much as they pull or drag out. It’s not the sharp pain of other hair, it’s slower and more all-encompassing. He’ll pluck until he feels calm again.

- He’ll only sleep around you (let alone *on* you) if he really truly trusts you; it doesn’t happen for the team for the first year and a half at least.

- Steve likes almost all flowers except marigolds; Sarah died in October, and marigolds are the flowers of October, so there were a lot at her funeral. Same with narcissus for Bucky, at least until he gets back. (Bucky never saw his funeral; all he knows is the flowers are pretty, and finally Steve starts to see them that way again too.)

- Steve had a little bit of a lisp way-back-when that no one told him about because they all knew it was caused by his bad hearing. It was fixed almost immediately after coming out of the vita-ray chamber because he heard people talking and subconsciously mimicked them. However, no one spoke to Steve in Gaelic after Sarah was gone, so his Gaelic sounds just the slightest bit off.

- Sometimes if Steve is minority stressed, he’ll grab his sketchpad and work on warm-ups: straight lines, loops, etc.

- Steve has Sarah’s wedding ring tucked away somewhere; it was in the Smithsonian, but he took it back. When he’s not on a mission, it goes on the same chain as Bucky’s dog tags.

- Nomad!Steve went a little crazy on beard care products… however Bucky definitely appreciated it!

- He has to have someone (usually Bucky or Natasha) proofread his mission reports because his commas are ATROCIOUS. He never could sit still in class long enough to learn when to put a comma, so they just go wherever he thinks they should.

Steve has a four-foot-tall stuffed dog named Frank that Bucky won for him at Coney Island

Hope you like them ❤️ feel free to elaborate on anything that catches your fancy! I love these types of conversations with you where we keep hyping each other up.

Also how are you?? ❤️

YOU HAD FEELINGS AND GAVE M E FEELINGS OKAY LETS BREAK THIS DOWN

-YES to the apples one! The juice is real good and refreshing and helps him feel less nauseous, but apple pie and apple fillings are way too sticky and dense for him, and he feels like he can barely swallow them! And yeah, the cinnamon taste it just so overwhelming-- no. Bucky ends up mushing down the apples a whole bunch and using less cinnamon to make little mini apple strudels that Steve really loves!

-(Thanks for reading again, pal!) Yes! Steve with sensory overload is one of my absolute favorite headcanons. I headcanon that he's always had sensitivities, impairments or not, but the serum just exacerbated everything and he shuts down so quickly. Bucky walks in on him sometimes lying spread eagle on the floor and he like goes over him and asks if he'd rather company or not and usually ends up with Steve in his arms while he squeezes the heck out of him. (Steve likes pressure)

-Yes! He also bites his nails and picks the hell out of his cuticles, which serve the same sort of soothing repetitive purpose

-YEAH AND THE FIRST TIME HE DOES fall asleep around them, he's in the huge squishy armchair in the communal living room, curled up with his legs tucked under him and his face propped all smushed on his fist and they're all struck by how goddamn young he looks ("Nobody fucking wake him" "Wasn't planning on it")

-And once he shifts his view on flowers, he gets a marigold tattooed on his bicep! The stem loops around his arm

-STEVE WITH A LISP YEAH That tracks, I can totally see it! And yeah, I can see his Gaelic being just the slightest bit stunted, but he's still entirely fluent.

-He also doodles swirlies and little comics! Like cartoon mini Avengers

-Sometimes he twists the ring around in his finger, or holds it to his cheek or lips to ground himself if he's stressed or needs centering

-OKAY BUT BUCKY DOING HIS BEARD CARE F O R HIM I'm such a sucker for like,,, intimate grooming. Shavings, haircuts, washing hair/bathing together. So sweet. Bucky rubbing in some beard butter and kissing Steve's forehead. "Looking good, sweetheart"

-You know, it's fucking hilarious you bring up this headcanon and also very creepy because me and @misspluckyplum JUST wrote a scene where this exact thing was happening. Like I'm pretty sure this line was actually written: The grammar he could help with. Steve wouldn't recognize a comma if it hit him in the face. I think he struggles with that sort of thing partly because he couldn't focus when he was at school, and also because he had to miss so much of school, so some of the more basic technical stuff he missed out on. Grammar is hard for him on paper!

-FRANK MY BELOVED on bad days, Bucky finds him dead asleep on top of Frank send tweet

These were wonderful, thanks pal!!! I'm good! Had a bit of a stressful week, but I'm much better now. How are you??

#mutuals!!#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky

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