#I won't tell you how the canvas with this picture is called

[mortemlarva]

I kind of have no excuse, but I accept myself for who I am

[he-calls-me-kitten]

I would pay real grimm for a part 2 to playdate where instead of ending where it did, it goes on to round two with simeon, mammon, beel, and solomon painting mc. Winner of those 4 gets to fuck mc infront of everyone else as a prize

I absolutely love where your head is at, honey. Alright coming right up.

PlayDate 2

"MC, it's not fair, you know." Beel pouted, holding the door of the bathroom open.

Solomon had already teleported inside while Simeon and Mammon were still racing. You clicked your tongue.

"I said, one of you. And since Solomon got here first, well-"

"He cheated! That's not even fair!" Mammon protested, panting.

"Exactly it wouldn't sit right with the rest of us." Simeon shook his head, disapproving.

"My, my, Simeon, you sure are eager for an angel." Solomon draped an arm on shoulder confidently. "And MC didn't specify how to get here. Only to get here the fastest."

"Oi! Get your hands off them!"

And more bickering ensued. Ugh, this is not how you pictured it.

"Boys, boys, BOYS! Stop that!"

They quietened down at your command. Too easy. You smirked and pulled out your DDD. "I have a better plan for all of you. But first let's call up all our friends shall we?"

"What why?!"

"You'll see."

It took hardly two minutes for the everyone to gather in the bedroom. You pointed them all to sit on the bed, facing the bathroom and you pushed the bathroom doors wide open.

"Because you all performed so well today, I decided to do a second round and decide the final winner. And I have the winner of the last rounds right here!"

Solomon, Simeon, Beel and Mammon appeared shirtless, with smirks, cocky grins and playful smiles etched on their faces.

"Please remain in your seats during all times and don't try to participate or Solomon and I will put a curse on you, okay?" You smiled and skipped of the bathtub.

"Help me undress first won't you, my loves? My clothes are all done for anyway. Oh and one of you needs to clean me up a little."

Solomon pulled off your shirt, while Mammon ripped away your pants, Simeon tied up your hair while Beel cleaned your arms and legs with a wet sponge.

There was a collective gasp at your naked body. You could almost feel their unblinking gaze burning your skin.

"There we go! A fresh canvas!" You cheered.

"You cleaned it faster with magic last time, didn't you?" Lucifer said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "This is highly inappropriate."

Asmo was drooling and mewling into a pillow. "AHHH! Why does Mammon get to be there!!? MC, darling, I can do so much better~"

"Should an angel really be doing such sinful things? If I remember correctly, I was the runner up in that round - so wouldn't it be better it was me instead of Simeon, MC?" Satan said, crossing his arms, pissed and needy.

"Indeed. Solomon, I think you should rest a little. You did so well already. Allow me take care of MC, instead." Barbatos smiled, his fists bunching up his robes.

Levi stared in a daze while his nose dripped a thin stream of blood. "MC..."

"Beelie, would you like to trade places? You haven't eaten in a while, maybe you should go have something?' Belphie tempted his twin.

"MC, if you don't mind, may I sit closer?" Diavolo said, getting up. You could see the bulge in his pants all the way from the other room. You laughed and nodded.

"You could also watch the timer Diavolo. Stop us after exactly two minutes okay?"

Diavolo nodded. Just from his gaze you could tell he was going to stop it much earlier.

"Alright. Everyone has their paints?"

"YES!"

"3, 2, 1...Go!"

"I'd like to have your mouth if you'll let me, MC?" Solomon asked like a gentleman. The moment you nodded, his fingers were thrust inside, playing with your tongue while bending down to bite your neck. You'd moan out loud already but he was keeping you quiet.

Simeon dipped his hands in his paint and painted your back intricately, leaving kisses after each creation. "I hope this feels good you, MC. You are so lovely..."

Mammon was attacking your chest, smothering it with hickeys and paint, fondling you aggressively everyhere his hands touched. His growls left soft vibartions on your skin. "Mine...mine...all mine..."

Beel seemed like he had forgotten about the game altogether. He had painted his hands but they rested firmly on your thighs, holding them apart, as he relentlessly licked your clit. He almost let out a moan of euphoria when you started gushing from his overstimulation.

Time's up!

It wasn't over. Diavolo did end it early, just like you thought.

"Who won?"

Simeon placed his final kiss on your cheek. "Well make sure, you really scrutinize the results. Cause it's a super important one."

"Oi Mammon, let go of MC's legs now!" Levi whined, getting up himself. "And when was it even decided?"

"MC announced it to us right before calling you." Beel said, leaning against your leg too.

"You make it sound exciting. Tell us won't you?" Barabtos's vein popped in his head, already knowing which direction this is going.

"Whoever wins..." Solomon lovingly cupped your face as he smirked at everyone else. "...gets to make love to MC. Right here. Right now. And you lot are allowed to watch."

A resounding cacophony of protests echoed in the bathroom halls. You really think the rest of them would sit by?

No. The losers wants a rematch.

[littleracha]

SKZ as CG

This is for the anonymous ask on my other blog! Hope you found this little duckie. Please enjoy!

Also, this is not a guideline for asks! If you want to request any member differently than how I wrote them go ahead! These are just my personal head cannons.

Bang Chan

Main CG name: Daddy

OT8 CG name: Daddy

Nicknames for his little: Little one, Baby, Baby girl/boy, Little Wolf

He is good with all ages of regression

Chan tries to be the responsible caregiver with rules and schedules

but falls for your little puppy eyes every time he sees them

Bedtime? Okay fine 30 more minutes

One piece of candy before dinner okay?

I guess one more round of Mario Kart won't hurt

However, out of all the boys, I feel like he is the most likely to be an actual caregiver

His phone is filled with little videos and pictures of you

When he is on tour he buys you something from each city

Naps on his lap while he works are very common

He has gotten good at producing with one hand because he can't keep the other one off your back. Soothing you also comforts him

Best daddy vibes

Lee Know

Main CG name: Mommy

OT8 CG name: Noona

Nicknames for his little: Kitten/Kitty, Bunny, Tiny, Baby, Little Star

I feel like Minho is better with slightly younger little ones

His CG headspace makes him want to carry you and holds you as much as possible

In his mind, nothing can hurt you if you are in his arms

Loves to tease you to see your little pouty face

Squishes your cheeks and calls you the cutest little baby

Coos and gushes over you constantly

Is the strictest out of the CG but that doesn't make him mean

He just wants what's best for his little one

Has a rewards chart set up on the kitchen fridge

Every time you do something you were told you get to pick out a sticker and put it on

Collect enough Stickers and you get a reward!

But he will never take a sticker off the board for bad behavior.

He may get frustrated at times but is the most understanding that sometimes littles act out.

Calmly tells you what was wrong and walks you through the steps on how you two can correct it next time.

Is a gentle but stern cg.

Changbin

Main CG name: Daddy

OT8 CG name: Dada

Nicknames for his little: Little Rockstar, Kiddo, Little Maniac, Tiny Dwaekki, little dude

I feel like CG Binnie is good with slightly older toddlers and middles

He loves to play games like mario kart, little big planet, animal crossing, and Pokemon with his little ones

He makes everything a competition but always lets you win

Snacks, treats, and sweets are a must with Binnie

But with that comes veggies and proteins too

He loves to treat his little one but he also knows the importance of health

Takes you to the park a lot so you can run around and get exercise

Explains to you that being healthy means you can grow up to be big and strong like he is

Is the champion of getting you to giggle

Makes you have laughing fits so hard the others begin to worry if you are breathing

Cant follow bedtime to save his life

He is the fun and playful caregiver

Hyunjin

Main CG Name: Mommy

OT8 CG name: Mama

Nicknames for his Little: Little Artist, Little Muse, Little Dancer, Sweetie, Darling

Is good with any type of little

He is the creative caregiver.

You two are always covered in paint

Doesn't get mad when you draw on the walls but helps you move the creativity onto canvas.

Coloring books and crayons are EVERYWHERE.

Slightly unorganized and messy CG but when inspiration strikes an artist must act!

Keeps a little sketchbook in your little bag at all times

The Fridge is covered in your artwork as if it was an art gallery.

His favorite pieces are framed and hung up in his Big Kid art studio.

Never throws away a drawing, if he runs out of room he makes more. room

I think he probably follows the other boy's suggestions the most.

Changbin mentioned you should go out and play or naptime won't go so well.

Minho reminded Hyunjin for the thousandth time that you need a schedule.

It's not that Hyunjin is a bad CG at all!

He just never wants the fun to end

Han

Main CG Name: Daddy (however I can also see Mommy)

OT8 CG Name: Oppa

Nicknames for his Little: Little Quokka, Cub, (Your favorite cartoon character), little baby, dumpling, little squish

Han is good with all littles but does best with shy or anxious little ones

Though he is loud around the boys I feel like he is very quiet and nurturing toward a little one

Is great with nonverbal littles and will wait patiently until he can figure out what you need

Has little cards with different snacks and activities on them so you can point at what you want

Lets you cling to him and hide your face when you are feeling extra shy or nervous

Has sensory toys on him at all times

Movie time is his favorite with you

He turns on your favorite movie and settles you down in his lap

Just holds you and feels you relax, making his heart melt

When you do feel more energetic and playful he goes from 0 to 100 really quick

Bouncing you in the air, playing over dramatic peak a boo, so many imagination games

Keeps a list of games they play on cartoons like Bluey

He is the understanding CG

Felix

Main CG name: Mommy

OT8 CG name: Mommy

Nicknames for his little one: Sugar, Spice, Cupcake, Cookie, Sweetie Heart, Little Chef, Brownie Baby, sunshine

Is best with toddlers and babies

Is the most prepared and organized CG

Multiple stuffies, sippies, bottles, and pacis are kept on hand

He keeps some in the studio at work too just in case you slip during a visit

Loves dressing you two up in matching outfits

You have pigtails? Looks like Mommy is going to have pigtails too

Loves dress up and makeover play dates

Sends photos to the group for 'comeback inspiration'

He loves baking with you too.

He picks easy things like brownies and cookies.

You are not allowed near the stove or oven, however, the thought of you getting hurt crushes him

Instead, you get to help measure everything out and mix!

Of course, Mommy lets you lick the spoon after

He may 'accidentally' forget to tell you that the brownie you just ate got all over your face

Always looks at you with his sunshine smile and heart eyes

Felix is the sugary-sweet CG

Seungmin

Main CG name: Daddy

OT8 CG name: Minnie

Nicknames for his little one: Puppy/Pup, Champ, Kiddo, Bug, Little one, Small one, Tiny one, (something related to your special interests)

Seungmin does best with older kiddos

His favorite activity with his little one is pulling pranks on the other members

He finds your laugh and mischievous smile to be infectious

In an OT8 setting Seungmin gives me older brother vibes

He is always sneaking you treats after Minho said no

Waking you up from naptime to play, even though Chan just put you down

Calls you his little pup or puppy but also dies every time you look at him with those big doe eyes and call him doggy

Will play around and bark at you

Is willing to listen to you babble on and on about your special interests.

If that means taking a tour of your collections then he is ready for the VIP museum experience!

But Minnie can also be serious if he is in CG's headspace

Isn't afraid to raise his voice a little or give you a look if you are being naughty

Sits nearby when he puts you in timeout so you know he is there

After you are done he rather forgive and forget instead of dwelling on it

He never stays stern for too long, he always comes back to his playful mood

Seungmin is a dog energy CG

I.N.

Main CG name: Mommy (I could see Daddy used too)

OT8 CG name: Innie

Nicknames for his little: Little Fox, Kit, Baby Bread, Princess, Prince, Knight, Hun, Button

Jeongin does well with little toddlers

He gives me preschool teacher vibes as a CG

Loves to teach you new things

If you point out a pretty flower, he looks it up and reads all about it to you

Has story time with a whole setup

Cozy blankets, beanbag chairs, little lights, and a small bookshelf library

Along with your coloring books, you have activity books too

Simple math, spelling, pattern matching, etc

In an OT8 setting, I also see I.N. being a big brother of sorts

But more of the gentle sweet caring brother

Very protective of you

The others leave him in charge

Always down to play little board and card games

Is a master at memory matching and go fish

Is another CG who falls victim to your puppy dog eyes when its time for something you don't want to do

He tries really hard to stay strong but the second he sees that little lip pout he is done for

Innie is a very educational CG

[bleach-your-panties]

💔the pathological liar - pro hero! yo shindou x fem! pro hero! gf! reader

warnings: characters aged up to 20+, lying, cheating, arguing, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual activities, non-con (reader does say no), dub-con, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, name-calling, physical struggles, physical fighting (one-sided, so assault?), reader has a smart ass mouth and is kinda toxic as well, slight!yandere!yo, toxic relationships, toxic mindsets, false imprisonment, triggering subject at the end. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

💔: banner images from pinterest. 

💔: banner made by me with canva. 

post themes: say my name - destiny's child

                      confessions, parts I & II - usher

                      take a bow - rihanna

                      shake it off - mariah carey

💔 3.5k words

💔read in dark mode for best experience!

🖤series 🖤touya.

—--

—--

I know you say that I am assuming things

Something's going down that's the way it seems

Shouldn't be no reason why you're acting strange

If nobody's holding you back from me

'Cause I know how you usually do

When you're saying everything to me times two

Why can't you just tell the truth?

If somebody's there, then tell me who

—--

"Baby, ain't nothing good. It's all bad."

—--

'Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system: 

"Shindou, Yo". Cannot come to the phone right now, please leave your message at the tone-'

Before the recording could finish, you were throwing your iPhone across your bed as you shrugged your backpack off of your shoulders.

Your boyfriend, Yo Shindou, never answered his phone when you called. Never when you called, but he'd always immediately send a text or call you back hours later, claiming that his phone was dead or that he'd misplaced it somewhere at the agency. 

Like now, for example. 

'ding'

'Sorry babe, got caught up in something last minute at the agency. Call you back when I'm home. Love you.'

You scoffed as you read over the message.

You wouldn't be getting a call back, that much you knew for certain.

With a sudden urge to be petty, you texted back:

'Something like what, Yo? Another bitch's pussy? Yeah, people at my agency are starting to talk and guess who's the topic of conversation? Just know that the label of 'cheating boyfriend' won't do your "picture perfect" image any justice. Bitch.'

After hitting send, you tossed the phone back onto your bed and that was where it would lay until you got out of the shower. 

As soon as your bathroom door closed, the phone vibrated with another text. 

'Oh, so we're doing this shit again? Bet. I'll be over in 20.'

—

After moisturizing your body and putting on some pajamas, you climbed into bed and pulled out the book that you'd been reading. Leaving your phone discarded somewhere in the covers.

It was starting to get to one of the more interesting parts when a chorus of loud, booming knocks came on your front door.

"Who in the fuck?" You threw the covers back furiously and slipped your fluffy slippers on. 

You walked out of your room and down the hallway, the beating at the door only growing more intense as you sucked your teeth.

"I'm coming, dammit!"

Pulling the door open without checking the peephole first would be your first mistake of the night.

When the messy mop of dark locks, green/yellow hero uniform, and chiseled pecs came into your view, you immediately tried to slam the door shut. Yo wasn't having any of that.

He grabbed the edge of the door, wedging half of his body inside of your apartment before he pushed it forward with force, making it slam and bounce off of the wall. 

Once his boots made contact with the carpeted floor of your apartment, you took multiple steps back, putting about two feet of distance between the two of you.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't look too happy to see me."

Scoffing harshly, you bit your bottom lip between your teeth as you glared up at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Beating on my goddamn door like you've lost your mind. Thought you were caught up in something? That just goes to show that all you do is fucking lie. You bitch." 

Yo just looked at you with his face scrunched up. He was clearly irritated with your antics, especially the name-calling. Kicking off his boots, he began to walk towards you. 

"Stop fucking being difficult, Y/N. You know, baby, if you missed me and wanted some dick, all you had to do was ask nicely." 

He said in that irritating, condescending tone that he always uses when talking to those that he feels are beneath him. You being one of those. Even though you're a pro-hero just like he is. 

Not believing what you were hearing, your mouth dropped open. You could feel the blood begin to rise in your ears, loud and whooshing against your skull. 

A dry chuckle then left your lips. 

"You think…that all of this is because I want some dick? Trust me, sweetie, if I just wanted some dick I could go get it from any one of your co-workers. A lot of them have been giving me the eye, you know. Especially since you're never around and I just changed up my hero uniform, so the skirt is short-" 

Yo cut you off by grabbing you by the biceps and yanking you towards him, making you stumble and throw your arms out to try to balance yourself before he then slammed you up against the wall. 

"Don't fucking play with me, Y/N. If you know what's good for you, you'll think twice about trying to entertain one of those bastards. Especially-" 

"Especially who? Bakugou? Oh, he'd be my first choice if I were to step out on you." You smirked up at him. 

He snarled. Your smirk widened as you could physically hear him grinding his teeth. 

Yo was quiet for a moment, just glaring at you as you stared right back at him with a bored look on your face. You even went as far as to yawn.

"Yeah, it's not so fun when the rabbit has the gun, huh?" 

He didn't answer, but instead pulled you off of the wall and hoisted you up over his shoulder. A big hand came up and smacked forcefully against your ass. 

"That's alright. I know how to fix you." He chortled darkly, moving away to begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom. 

"I don't want your community ass dick! Put me down, Yo!" 

He just ignored you and kicked open the door to the room. 

"Sure you don't. You always do this shit to get my attention, Y/N. Catch an attitude, start a stupid ass argument, and then I fuck it out of you. Same shit, different goddamn day, baby." 

Yo said after tossing you onto the bed, making your forgotten phone flop onto the floor. He gave it a puzzled look. 

"Oh, so that's why you seemed so surprised to see me. You didn't read my text." 

He chuckled, reaching to grab your hip to flip you over onto your stomach as if you were a pancake. 

Rough hands began to caress your feet, ankles, and legs, all the way up to your inner thighs and bottom of your ass cheeks, just under the hem of your nightdress. 

"No panties? Yeah, you were definitely planning on getting dicked down tonight, you needy little slut." 

SMACK

SMACK 

Your back arched off of the bed at the painful stinging of Yo's slaps. His hands felt heavy as lead as they connected with your soft flesh. 

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

"Where are you going? Thought you liked when I spank you, huh?"

Yo wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you back when you tried crawling up the bed to escape him.

"Stop it, Yo…hurts…" You whined. 

"It hurts, Yo, please stop." He mocked. "Stop being a fucking brat, then."

He grabbed one of your ass cheeks and squeezed hard, making you moan out involuntarily. 

"Moaning like this but you don't want my dick? I bet you're dripping fucking wet for me right now, Y/N. Dare me to check?"

You didn't respond, which prompted Yo to do as he suggested and slip two fingers underneath you between your ass cheeks to get to your slick folds.

"Damn baby, all this for me, yeah? Only me."

He growled. With his large hand, he covered your entire bare pussy and activated his Quirk.

A harsh shiver wracked through your entire body, another soft moan leaving your lips. Yo only pressed harder, moving his fingertips to graze over your clit repeatedly.

"Y-Yo…please, daddy…" You whined, making him smirk down at you. He increased the vibration of his fingers along with rubbing your clit from side to side.

"Say you're sorry for bringing up Bakugou and I might let you feel this fat dick next..." Yo rested his upper body against your back and snaked his free arm under you to hold you up off the bed just a bit.

"No..I'm…n-not sorry. I meant it. Oh fuck!" 

Yo grimaced before grabbing you and flipping you back over onto your back. 

"What did you say?" 

Your e/c eyes were wet with unshed tears as you frowned up at his handsome face. You didn't falter.

"You heard me." 

"I thought I told you that if you know what's good for you, you won't even think about that motherfucker!" He seethed.

"I obviously don't know what's good for me if I'm still fucking around with you!"

Before you knew what was happening, Yo had pinned you to the bed by your throat. Moving between your legs, he used his knees to spread them.

"Yo, stop!"

"Shut up, bitch. You'll learn to stop pissing me off one day."

His belt hit the bed as he undid it, his black pants and underwear soon following it. You tried to pull your legs up, but he surged forward, pushing his hard dick inside you with one thrust.

Head falling back against the soft mattress, you couldn't help but keen as Yo began a rough, fast pace. He gripped your calf to pull you closer and stretch you open wider for him.

"Yes, Yo…right there! I'm going to cum!" 

Yo grunted in response, trying to hold back from cumming himself.

"Yeah, baby? My fingers got you all ready to cum on my dick? Let it go then, oh shit." 

He sped up even more, making your free breasts bounce outside of your nightgown and the headboard hit the wall. It already had a small dent in it from your previous heated romps, but neither of you seemed to care very much.

It could be painted over once you moved out.

"Oh God, I…!" 

Your release splashed against Yo's pelvis and drenched the sheets beneath you.

"Ah, fuck. Yeah, made that little pussy squirt, huh? Stay still for me, baby. I'm about to nut." 

Your eyes widened. "Yo, no. You're not wearing a condom and I haven't replaced my NuvaRing yet!" 

It had been out for five days now while you waited on your doctor to send in a new prescription. 

That didn't stop him. Either he was too deep into his impending orgasm to hear you, or he was flat out ignoring you. 

"Yo!"

"SHIT! AGHH!" 

Blind fury clouded your vision while Yo's was clouded for a completely different reason altogether.

"Damn…" He breathed out, making sure to stay deep inside you until he was finished cumming.

Once you got your bearings, you sat up abruptly, making Yo stumble back onto his elbows. He sucked his teeth once he saw your angered face. 

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't want to have my baby?"

"Yo, we're both in our early 20's at the height of our hero careers. We're nowhere near ready for a damn baby!" 

The raven-haired man was about to respond until a soft, vibrating sound silenced the both of you.

You slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed, searching for the source of the noise.

Bending down, you surveyed the floor briefly. Your forgotten cell phone lay halfway underneath the bed.

It's not your phone going off. 

Yo could've been mistaken for a ghost; you watched his face blanch white while he patted the pockets of his discarded pants searching for the missing device.

A race against time, but you spotted it first.

With the rectangular device being tangled in your covers, Yo almost knocked you off the bed trying to get to it, but you were way faster than him. It was already in your hand.

tatas💕: my appointment is at 3pm tomorrow. are you going to be able to make it?

You scrunched your nose and swatted Yo's hand away while reading the text.

"Appointment? What is this about, and why does Tatami need you there?"

Cold e/c eyes turned to stone while you watched Yo fidget nervously. This is one of the only times you've seen him like this; the other when he asked you out for the first time.

"Y/N…do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that, Yo? If I didn't, would I still be with you?"

"Unconditionally?"

Your nose scrunched. Something isn't right…

You knew all about Tatami. Yo's ex-girlfriend from high school. He told you that he broke it off during their third year because she was becoming too clingy. You'd even met her once, when you had a joint mission with her agency.

"Yes…"

"Say you'll never leave me?"

Oh hell no. He was asking too many questions now.

"What did you do, Yo? Huh?!" 

He just hung his head. His phone vibrated again in your hand. 

----

Everything that I've been doing is all bad

I've got a chick on the side

With the crib and the ride 

I've been telling you so many lies 

Aint none good, it's all bad

And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long 

Girl I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that 

----

"Everytime you called my phone, I wasn't at the agency working overtime…I..I was with Tatami."

A long, loud sigh left your lips. Your free hand came up, knuckles resting against your forehead.

I don't want to look, but I know I have to…

"Y/N.." Yo warned.

new message

"Y/N, please, baby…"

tatas💕: i know the doctor said that we won't know the sex until about 20 weeks, but i can't help being so excited! we're possibly going to have a little yo running around soon! 👶🏻

Your grip on the phone tightened. 

----

If I could turn back the hands of time 

And start all over I would

Instead of everything being all bad, baby

Everything'll be all good

I know today is the day that I end all the lying and the playing and the bullshit, girl 

----

"Y/N, I'm sorr-" 

WHAM!

Your knuckles that you'd been resting against your forehead went across Yo's face at the speed of light. You punched him hard as hell in his face, making him tumble over and off the foot of the bed. The sight would've been hilarious if you weren't so fucking pissed.

"I knew I was right…." You chuckled. "I fucking knew it. You knew that she was pregnant, too. You've known for months."

Yo looked up at you with big, watery eyes full of regret. Almost like he was a different person entirely. 

One hand clutched his throbbing cheek. You'd hit him so hard that his lower lip busted. His perfect face would soon be discolored black and blue, across his forehead, nose (that was also bleeding now), and right eye.

"I'm sorry! Baby, I'm sorry!" 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YO! YOU'RE ONLY SORRY BECAUSE YOU GOT FUCKING CAUGHT!"  You raged. You lunged off the bed at him and started hitting him everywhere, as hard as you could. You even grabbed two handfuls of his black hair and yanked his head around.

Yo finally grabbed your arms and pinned them against your chest. You'd grown exhausted, so you just let yourself fall against his naked chest.

A bitter chuckle, then the tears, hot and angry. You couldn't hold them any longer as you looked up at Yo, staring at his swollen, beaten face.

"You're so fucking ugly when you cry. What the fuck are you crying for, huh? I'm the one that got cheated on. Lied to, played with, manipulated." 

"Not only did you fucking lie to me and cheat on me, but you fucked around and got the bitch pregnant, too. This has got to be a joke."

Yo slowly crawled up from the floor with you in his arms, blood dripping down his nose and lip, staining the carpet, then the bedsheets while you covered your face with your hands and sobbed. 

He cradled you gently and laid his head against yours, lips kissing at the temples.

"Baby, please…we can work this out. I don't love her. I love you, but I…I still want to be there for the baby…"

Your brokenhearted wails only increased in volume.

"Don't cry, baby. I promise I'll be here for you and our baby, too."

—-

Three Months Later 

Yo made good on his word to be there for you.

Shortly after his "confession", you found out that you were pregnant as well.

Tatami is currently six months along, while you're only three.

Turns out that all of this was a part of Yo's twisted plan. 

Instead of your late birth control being due to your doctor's or the pharmacy's incompetence, it was Yo who called the doctor's office pretending to be your husband and had them cancel your refill request. 

Yo then demanded suggested that you take time off from hero work while you were carrying his child, which you slightly agreed with, but still did so with reluctance.

You don't know how he did it, but you guessed being one of the top 20 heroes carried with it a lot of weight for him to be able to take off enough to make it to all of yours and Tatami's appointments.

He even moved you out of your apartment and into his. Into your own room. 

The reason that you had your own room was because Tatami ended up losing her apartment due to being out of work, so Yo moved her in as well. 

With the way that the living arrangements had been set up, you and Tatami might as well have been sister wives.

To attempt to keep things "fair" between the both of you, Yo would designate certain nights where either of you would get to sleep in the room with him. So neither of you would feel neglected by him.

His heart was in the right place, wasn't it? 

Even when you could clearly hear the whispered moans and soft creaking of the bed from Yo's room on Tatami's nights.

No matter how you tried to make yourself not hear it. 

Yo didn't want you stressing out, he claimed, so he bought you many expensive gifts and gadgets to help you get a good night's rest.

None of them worked. 

Not when the walls in that apartment were paper thin.

Many nights you cried and raged to yourself. 

Obviously all of that stress wasn't healthy for the baby.

Which leads you to today.

A pair of dark sunglasses hiding your eyes along with a long trench coat and hat to conceal the rest of your persona.

They were loud and jarring as you walked in, but your world had gone numb three months ago. Now you were trapped inside your own world as you stepped up three flat steps into a white, brick building. 

A ghost clutching a brown clipboard only made the atmosphere even gloomier before whisking you away from the judgemental eyes and into a plainly decorated room with blue walls.

She read over the papers first then handed the clipboard to you, one more questioning look being shot your way. 

You just gave a simple nod.

—-

"You have reached the voicemail box of L/n, Y/n. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

BEEP.

Yo sighed heavily and put his head in his hands before standing up to walk out of your completely barren bedroom.

Before he closed the door, he whispered softly,

"Why, Y/n?" 

Your location on his phone showed him exactly where you were.

—-

Gotta make that move 

Find somebody who

Appreciates all the love I give

Boy, I gotta 

Gotta do what's best for me

Baby and that means I gotta shake you off

—--

a/n: i think this piece was a pretty strong start to the series! i'm really proud of it! stay tuned, there's plenty more bullshit to come!

*remember, if you get angry enough at your partner that you feel like wanting to put your hands on them, just walk away! 

[sebikitcat]

Wednesday & Xavier AU Prompt:

In the night, I dream of woe so true at AO3 by Sebena

Wednesday absolutely will not give in and text Xavier back over break. She has resolutely ignored all of his attempt at correspondence, only bending to respond to one of Enid's many incessant texts. Yes, she is alive. Simple and to the point.

If she ignores him, he will stop, she's sure. Only he doesn't stop, he wishes her a 'terrible morning' and 'gruesome nightmares' like clock work, inter spaced with pictures of his latest art. Most of them are of the school, Enid and Ajax canoodling in the quad, one of Thing typing away at her typewriter that was an admirable likeness. She does show Thing the sketch as she knew he would be pleased to be the subject of Xavier's art.

There are some of her, a few portraits, another of her set ablaze, battling Crackstone like a fallen angel, flaming wings at her back. She falls asleep to that text and finds herself in an art studio, not the shed at Nevermore but somewhere else. Xavier is at his easel, long fingers blackened and moving fast over the paper, until he spots her. It isn't a dream or like any vision she's ever had. She is perfectly aware and he seems to be as well. They don't know which one of them is doing this, her visions or his prophetic dreams, maybe it's a combination of the two. Maybe they share a connection, he suggests to which she scoffs and vehemently denies any such possibility.

Night after night, they find each other, sometimes in his studio, her room, the grounds of the Addams estate, Central Park in New York. All waking dreams that she can't escape and as the nights go on, she finds she doesn't want them to stop. They talk, they laugh, they cry, she denies him in dreaming and the waking when he tries to confront her about their shared dreams, and he pushes back until she's left with no where to run but towards him.

They come together, slowly, first in companionship, friendship and then more. She excepts his hand as she tours him around the estate, allows him to guide her motions while he teaches her how to hold the brush to allow for smoother strokes across the canvas. Snuggles into the long line of his body as she reads her latest chapters to him in the Addams library. Watches him with soft eyes as he sketches her draped on his bed. Holds him against her chest, trailing her fingers though the long strands of his hair while he tells her about his father's neglect, his mother abandonment, as he cries tears he's been keeping at bay for years.

And that's when she knows she's sunk, because she doesn't see it as weakness, not on him, not when he's in her arms, offering his truths. So trusting and asking nothing beyond her ear, her hands to ground him while he splits apart like rotted flesh, bloated and bursting on the floor.

For three days she keeps herself awake with caffeine, electroshock, bamboo shoots under her nails, Thing slapping her repeatedly, even if he thinks she's being dramatic. Xavier texts, calls, leaves voice messages, threatening to drive to her house if she doesn't respond, which she ignores.

She is not falling for Xavier Thorpe, she doesn't need him or want him with her. She doesn't feel safe in his arms, or feel her stomach swoop pleasantly when he smiles at her. These feelings have betrayed her before, she trusted Tyler and he proved to be a Hyde, controlled by a woman that wanted her and everyone she knew dead.

On day three she finally succumbs to exhaustion, falling into a deep sleep and finds herself in his studio, but alone. She's disappointed, disgustingly so, but when she pocks around she finds a message written on the sketch pad on his easel, "See you soon, Wednesday."

She wakes with a shock to find she's not alone in her room, Xavier's there, her parent's having let him in. Terrified, and not in a good way, she tells him to leave, denies his every word he utters, but he won't be deterred and she's still so tired from staying away from him so long.

Exhausted, she allows herself to fall into him, nestle into his solid warmth, real and present. He holds her tight, taking most of her weight and fitting her into his body so he can rest his head on her crown.

The kiss is different then the one she shared with Tyler, it's deeper, long over due and sickeningly sweet, so much so she wants to stick needles in her eyes.

When they pull apart, not far because her knees are inexplicably weak, she scowls at him. "That was horrible." She mumbles, already tilting her tingling lips up for another.

He just smiles and nuzzles her nose in a disgusting show of affection. "It was perfect for me too."

Enid and Ajax are confused and frightened for their friend, when Xavier walks up behind Wednesday the first day back and crosses his arms around her front in a causal hold. One she does not kill him for, but leans into, allowing him to rest his chin on her head, and continues to describe the many new and innovative ways she tortured Pugsley during break.

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS ABOUT TO COMBUST!

[steeklover]

You guys sleep on their friendship too much 😔

Time-laspe (I tried to download the video and attach it to this post but I think it was too big and my computer is tired because it won't download. That is the link, you can watch it if you'd like too, I know I like to watch art time-laspes. It is around fifteen minutes though, I didn't know how to make it any faster so there's your warning)

(Okay so I'm just now realizing that the part of the video where I used actually colors got cut off 😐And I can't even fix it because I've already deleted the clip off my computer and emptied my recycle bin. I'm so upset now, I'm sorry 😭😭I'm not a tech savy person at all)

You don't have to read this if you don't want to, it's more of an artist's note to myself. If you want to know more of my thought process while doing this then you can read it though.

First, I just want to give credit to the base I used!

Second, I used Krita to draw and Canva to put the video together. I've never really used another drawing app/software thing before (I've used Procreate a few times on my sister's IPad but it's not like I'm going to draw anything South Park on there) so I don't really have anything to compare it too. It's free though so... how much better can you get. The only thing I don't like about it so far is that the fill tool kind of sucks but it's not too bad, you just have to go over the edges to get a solid color (at least from my experience). And I've been using Canva for a while now, I've put together a few videos before but not in a while so I was a little rusty. The only thing I don't like about that is that I have to pay for an upgrade if I want to download a long video.

I started trying to draw seriously in April and now it's July so it's been like two months (?). I haven't posted anything since May I think but I've still been drawing a lot, I just haven't finished anything worth posting up until today.

I started out drawing this thinking it was going to be bad. Then about halfway through I thought it might actually turn out alright. Then I finished it and I kind of hate it. I think it would be much better if I practiced shading and textures but I'm too lazy for that, at least for now.

I hardly know anything about art, whether it be digital or traditional. I don't know anatomy, color theory, perspective, none of it. You can see on the time-lapse that I basically traced the base I used, did the faces and clothes and then colored it and that took me ALL DAY! Granted I had breaks like when I made my lunch and ran over to my grandma's house but other than that, I've been working on this piece (along with Stan but I did most of Stan yesterday, I just colored him this morning).

I have mad respect for every single artist out there because this is so hard... but for some reason I want to keep doing it. I know it's going to be super satisfying to look back on my art work from two years ago and see how much I've improved (hopefully I've improved, please tell me I'll improved)

As you can probably tell, I didn't get everything in the time-laspe. Recording the process was so hard, I tried to do it with Stan yesterday but I barely knew what I was doing and I kept getting called by my mom to do stuff so I had to keep pausing and un-pausing so I gave up and tried again today. I think my computer is worn out by working all day because not only have I been drawing on it all day but I have also been editing the video all day. I really like when artists post time-laspes though because it gives me an idea of their process and it's really nice to watch.

But anyway, I ended up giving Jason eyeliner because one) he's metro, two) I headcanon him wearing eyeliner (same thing with Tweek) and three) he needed a little something MORE to him, if that makes sense. I orginally wasn't going to give him eyeliner because I was afraid he would look too much like Tweek but once the picture was done, I decided they wouldn't look too similar. I also gave Tweek and Jason both freckles because for Jason, it's canon and for Tweek, it's my headcanon for him. You probably can't tell that Tweek has freckles because I made them really faint (on purpose) and I like to think he'd only have a few on his cheeks and nose. I gave Jason a lot though because I'm pretty sure that's how it is in the show. Lastly I forgot to color Jason's shirt in so that's everything that's not on the video.

I think the hardest thing for me was the eyes and the clothes. I have a love-hate relationship drawing eyes. I love looking at how different people draw their eyes but when it comes to drawing my own eyes... yikes 😬Also I think it's the facial proportions that might make this seem off, I think I have a bad habit of making the eyes too big but that's what I've been doing ever since I was a little kid so now if I make the eyes small, it just looks off. And again, I didn't do anything shading so it probably makes the picture look flat. Plus I have no idea what I'm doing.

I also usually have a hard time drawing hair but today I had a pretty easy time doing it. I was really surprised. Also another headcanon of mine for Tweek is that he has platinum blonde hair. I love platinum blonde hair and just blonde hair in general and his hair is SO YELLOW, I feel like if he was older than he'd dye it. Also they are both teens in this picture.

Tweek looks really pasty here, I tried to give him pale skin but I didn't mean for it to be THAT pale.

I think that's all I have to say. If you read this and have any tips for me, I'd love to hear them. I'd love to redraw this in a few months or maybe in a year if I decide to keep drawing, I know there's defiently room for improvement.

Despite all the complaining I just did, I don't HATE this picture per say. I really like my art style, it's simple but cute (imo of course). I feel like if I learned more about shading and learn how to draw faces and clothes better than I'd do a lot better. I think Stan was a lot cuter but this is cute too.

Lastly, ignore the two random dots if you find them, I'm too tired to fix this.

Anyway, if you read all of this, I really appreciate you! Have a great day/night! ❤️❤️

[fitrahgolden]

There's A World You Need To Know: 7 - You've been patiently awaiting

Time had slowed to an absolute crawl. It had been three months since he left Kate's doorstep. He asked if he could call her, text her. "I can't stop you. And I won't be able to ignore you if you do. But I'm asking you not to, Anthony. I know this seems extreme, but I think it's what I need to do."

So, unable to deny her anything she asked him for, he left her alone and waited. For three fucking months.

He fell back into a pattern that felt disturbingly like the years immediately following his father's death, save having babies to take care of and the countless one night stands.

He worked, he drank, he barely slept. He still showed up for his siblings, and he tried to stay engaged, tried to stay connected, but it wasn't the same. He knew it and so did everyone else. Worst of all, Gregory and Hyacinth, who sometimes to Anthony felt like the only ones in his family who really saw him, pitied him.

—

One day, he was at his mum's to work in his study and visit whichever of his siblings were there to give him shit for whatever he was doing wrong, which, at the moment, was likely everything.

On his way through the house, he saw Eloise in the main sitting room. “Hey, El.”

“Hello, dear brother of mine.” She didn’t look up from the magazine she was reading and the cover of it made Anthony do a double take.

Kate.

He approached Eloise, whose legs were swung over a large armchair.

“What is that?”

“You went to uni. Please tell me you’ve at least heard of Bookseller. And yes, that is the amazing Kate Sharma gracing the cover. Remember when she deigned to put up with us twice a week? I should be commended for the self restraint I displayed, cornering her with my questions no more than three times during her entire stint with us.”

“What’s the article about?”

“Her next book. Maybe you’ll actually read this one?”

“Of course, I’ll read it. I read her other one. Several times.”

Eloise looked up, taken aback by his defensiveness. “Oh. OK. My apologies.”

“No, I’m sorry.” Anthony ran his hands through his hair. “I’ll, uh… I’ll see everyone at dinner.”

“The whole lot will be here tonight. Ben, Col, Daphne will all be joining us. Won’t that be just grand?”

Anthony turned to leave. “Yeah, I can’t wait.”

After a moment, Eloise called out to him. “Oh, wait! Ant.”

“Yeah?”

“A messenger was just here with a package for you. I schlepped it all the way to your study. You’re welcome.”

“Hmm. Thanks.”

On the desk in his study layed a wide flat package. He racked his brain, trying to guess what it could be. He wasn’t expecting anything. It was too big to be something from the office.

All that was written on the outside was, “For Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton.”

Wait. That handwriting…

Anthony suddenly ripped the paper open like a child with a birthday present. He audibly gasped when he saw what was inside. He’d completely forgotten about this picture. At one of the murals he and Kate had visited all those months ago, a passerby asked if the two of them wanted a picture in front of it. Anthony hesitated but Kate immediately handed over her phone with a, “Sure, thanks!” Anthony had never seen the photo. He supposed it made sense that Kate never sent it to him, considering how the night ended and everything after that.

The photo was printed on canvas and Kate had added something to the side in acrylic paint. It was a parrot. Underneath it she wrote the word, "when." He ran his fingers over her addition to the print. The parrot, he understood, of course. But what does "when" mean? Then, it hit him.

"As soon as you say when, I'll come running." That's what he'd told Kate the last time he saw her.

And she had just said when.

Anthony took the time to carefully prop the canvas up against his desk before all but running out of the house.

—

Anthony had barely put his car in park before he jumped out. This time, he actually was running. Just like last time he was here, his knock was loud and insistent. He heard nothing inside, so he knocked again.

"Kate?"

"Hey."

Anthony whipped around to see Kate coming up her walkway, with Newton on a lead, wearing a paint splattered t-shirt that was way too big for her and what he suspected were the same shorts she wore in the Cork picture. After three of the longest months of his life, he could easily be convinced she was a mirage. To see if she was real, he responded.

"Hi."

Kate walked the rest of the way up to him. "You got here so quickly. I thought I would have time to walk Newton."

Unable to wait any longer, Anthony's hands shot out and he tugged Kate towards him. She’s real. "I told you that I would come running, didn't I?"

With her free hand, Kate carded through his hair before pulling him down by the back of his neck so she could kiss him. He pulled away and chuckled at her little disappointed whimper.

"Didn't I, Kate?"

“Mmhmm.” It was barely articulated as she looked from his lips to his eyes.

He leaned back down as if to kiss her, but stopped just short, and his lips brushed hers as he asked, "Do I finally get to come in this time?"

Kate moved so her mouth was right by his ear. “Would you please come inside, Anthony?” She was practically purring.

Anthony curbed the shiver he felt working its way down his spine by gripping Kate’s hips tighter. “Fuck, yes.”

Kate slowly turned to open the door. Anthony never let her go. He allowed for very little space between them as they shuffled inside, Newton’s lead complicating things. Once they managed to close the door, Anthony initiated an assault on her ear. "Is this OK?" His voice was ragged.

"Yes,” she panted. “You're slowing me down, though."

She turned around in his arms and put her hands up to his face. "Can you give me two minutes to get him sorted?"

“I’ve waited three months to see you again. I can suffer for another two minutes. I think.”

She kicked off her shoes and Anthony silently followed suit. As Kate put out food and water for Newton and opened her back door that led to a small fenced in yard, Anthony looked around. Kate’s small house was open and airy while still being cozy and warm, owing to the bright colors that covered the walls and the many framed photographs that were hung everywhere. The shared kitchen and living room space was separated by a table, which had the bouquet he made her as a centerpiece and was surrounded by mismatched chairs. Anthony surmised that the area opposite a couch that was currently covered by a well-used drop cloth must be where Kate worked on music. There were headphones, a keyboard, a guitar on a stand, and a microphone.

He turned his attention to the photographs closest to him. A man kissing a pregnant belly, apparently taken by the pregnant woman herself. Kate’s parents. The couple holding what must have been a one day old Kate in front of the mural that ended the tour Kate took Anthony on, at his bold request. Further down, there was a picture of Kate’s father with another woman, Mary, Kate had said her name is, and Kate, maybe five or six, standing in between them, beaming, missing a few teeth. Kate’s father painting. Her stepmother holding a baby. The family of four in what looks like it could be Mumbai. A teenage Kate hugging her father in hos–

“Oh!”

Kate was leaning against the wall, smiling warmly at him. “Hi. It’s been more than two minutes. Now you're the one keeping me waiting.”

“My apologies.”

She stepped forward and snaked her arms around his neck. "I don't accept your apology. I'd like you to work for it."

As they kissed, Anthony slid his hands up Kate's back, under her shirt. No bra, fuck. "Where's your bedroom?" he asked into her mouth. In answer, she started walking them backwards.

"The door at the end of the ha–"

Anthony scooped her up and all Kate could do was hold on tight and laugh as Anthony almost lost his balance on the way to her bedroom door. Once inside, instead of going for the bed, Anthony headed to the first flat surface he saw, a small workbench in front of a window. He perched Kate on it, checked behind her to see that the view was her own yard, and yanked the offending t-shirt off in one pull.

"Christ." Anthony took a step back to marvel at Kate, from the halo of light that the afternoon sun cast behind her, to her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her belly button–

"Please come back." Kate reached out to grab the waistband of Anthony's trousers and pull him between her legs. Their mouths found each other again as she unbuttoned his shirt and Anthony heard a frustrated growl from Kate as she finally got his shirt off only to find the undershirt he had also been wearing.

Anthony started to raise his arms before he realized Kate had other plans. He was startled when he heard a sharp tear as Kate pulled the shirt apart and pushed the tattered fabric down his shoulders.

“Goddamn, you’re amazing.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her roughly before asking, “And you’re mine?”

“Uh-huh, forever.” She had already moved on to his belt buckle. He wondered if she even realized she’d said “forever,” but he fucking loved the sound of it either way.

“Take your pants off, please.”

Kate pulled his face down to hers as he dutifully followed her directions. She boldly put her hand into his boxer briefs and he hissed into her mouth. “Kate.”

“These, too,” she snapped the waistband of his underwear.

“You first.” He breathed against her neck before snapping open the button of her shorts. She helpfully planted her hands on the workbench–knocking a cup of palette knives to the floor in the process–and raised her hips so Anthony could remove her shorts and knickers. Before he could return to the cradle of her hips, she put a foot to his abs to stop him from coming closer. He narrowed his eyes at her, confused–extremely turned on. She looked pointedly at his underwear and then back up at him. “Why are those still on?”

He nearly fell over getting rid of the last piece of clothing between the two of them. Before she could release the giggle she couldn’t help from building in the back of her throat, Anthony’s mouth was on her breasts, alternating between the two, tongue swirling.

“Anthony.”

He trailed a hand down her stomach until he reached her core. “Shit, you feel ready. Are we doing this here?”

“No. No, let’s go to my bed.”

Again, Anthony didn’t need to be told twice and picked her up immediately. Once they had fallen onto her plush comforter, Kate confused Anthony once again by scrambling right back off the bed. She grabbed his ripped shirt off the floor and tore it again so it was in two pieces. Anthony’s eyes widened as she approached him with a devilish grin. She pushed him until his back hit the bed before straddling him. She dangled a strip of fabric over his mouth until he bit it. She giggled and tugged it back out. She spared a glance to each of his wrists. “Can I?”

Anthony nodded enthusiastically. Kate reached over to position one of his wrists, but Anthony grabbed hers first. “Under one condition.” He brought her wrist to his mouth and bit down, just a little bit hard, before licking the same spot. “The first thing you do afterwards is sit on my face, Ms. Sharma.”

“Gladly.” 

Kate placed Anthony’s wrists where she wanted them before securing them to her headboard. She bent down and kissed him before working her mouth down to his chest, abs, dipping her tongue in his belly button before–

“Nuh-uh-uh.”

Kate sat up immediately and looked at him with those damned doe eyes.

“This isn’t what we agreed to, is it, Ms. Sharma? Get up here.”

Kate shuffled up Anthony’s body until she was hovering over him, her hands gripping the headboard.

“Come on, now.”

Kate lowered herself down. Anthony licked her briefly before instructing, “All the way, dearest.” Once satisfied with her position, he went at her relentlessly. His eyes rolled back. Nothing he had dreamed about, stroked himself to, hoped for, lived up to the real thing. He recognized this watershed moment for what it was. His life was now divided again. Life with his father, life without his father, and now, life with Kate.

"Shit, shit, shit, Anthony. I'm so close."

Seeing her hands above him, gripping the headboard so tight it looked painfully made him strain against the repurposed remnants of his shirt in kind. "Mmhmm," was all he vocalized from between her thighs. Finally, he felt the tremors go through her and heard her cries and whimpers.

After she felt stable, Kate moved down his body and shared a filthy kiss with him before attempting again to explore southward with her mouth.

"No, not like that. Untie me."

Kate sighed and did as she was told, kissing each rope burned wrist tenderly as she released him.

He sat up and leaned back against the headboard. He pulled Kate until she was straddling his lap, facing him.

"How do you want me to make you feel good, then?" Her face was dewy with sweat.

Anthony looked down at where they were almost aligned, grabbed the sides of Kate's throat,  and pulled her face to his. "You're already basically there. I have condoms in my wallet, which I assume is somewhere on the floor. But I really hope you have some in a spot we don't have to move much to reach."

Wordlessly, never taking her eyes off of him, Kate reached over into a side table drawer and pulled out a foil packet. She held it up to Anthony and he bit the edge while she tore it open.

"Put it on, please, Dearest."

She did, and once he nodded at her, she sunk down onto him.

"Sssshhhhit. You feel incredible, baby. How do you want it?" He pushed the hair that was sticking to her face behind her ears. He moved his hips up and she gasped with a smile. Fucking beautiful.

She buried her head in his neck. "Slow," she whispered down his back, bearing down to meet his upward thrust. "I just want to hold you."

—

When Kate woke up, it was dark out. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. Half past seven. She looked down at Anthony, at his bruised wrists and the scarlet hickey on the side of his neck, accentuated by her teeth marks. As soon as she saw him on her doorstep earlier that day, she felt a feral need to mark him as hers, to finally know she had him after all these months.

After letting herself indulge in this wonder of a man who chose her, she made herself get out of bed, though every single muscle in her body protested, aching in the best way possible.

She shrugged on her robe and allowed herself one last look at Anthony before gently closing the door.

She padded down the hallway and smiled as Newton perked up from where he was lying on his bed in the corner.

"Hey, Buddy. I'm sorry I'm late with dinner." She filled his bowls and gave his head a pat before going into the kitchen to make some chai. As she was letting the stream rise into her face, indulging in the fragrance, she felt hands, now very familiar, slide from her back to her waist. One found its way into her robe and cupped her breast.

"You smell good." Anthony buried his nose in her hair and shamelessly inhaled.

"I probably smell like you, you narcissist."

"A bit, yes, but you've always smelled good."

"I have?"

"Mmhmm. It's maddening, quite frankly."

They stood in silence for a few blissful minutes. She poured some chai into a mug and alternated between sipping it herself and turning to hold it up to Anthony's lips for him.

"Um, can you… Will you stay here tonight?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Not if you feel like you're doing me a favor or–"

He turned her around so he could look into her eyes.  "Kate. I want to."

"It's just, um, you didn't bring anything with you."

"I didn't think to stop by my place before coming here. It was basically an emergency."

They laughed quietly. She looked over at her dog. 

"Newton's gonna have to sleep in there with us."

"We can share one side of the bed. I like to cuddle."

She put the mug down and gave him a chaste kiss before taking a few steps past him and holding out her hand.

"Come shower with me and then we'll make dinner."

"Yes, Ms. Sharma."

[mariandjarin]

Eleni Skirata Diary Part 1

My story

(Eleni Skirata picture created by Canva AI)

Being me, it is funny.

The funniest part of my life is when unexpected situations appear on it.

One of them was falling into a portal and being kidnapped by Jango Fett.

Yes, Boba's father. (Well Boba is his copy actually)

Anyways that bounty hunter kidnapped me and brought me with Count Dooku, and at the end I finished with Kal'buir.

Nothing of that was part of my plans, but it happened in that way.

So, according to Count Dooku, I am special for the things I know about Kamino, the Kaminoans, and Darth Sidious' plans, but I am just a human being.  

What is a mystery to me is that Count Dooku said, "Let her train with the Republic Commandos. Let her become one of them. If some of the Cuy´val Dar ask you why a woman like her is here, tell them she is a special part of the project that cannot be revealed to them or anybody else".

So Jango followed Count Dooku's instructions, and I started training with the Republic Commandos.

I tried to discover the secret that surrounded my person and made me so special to be capture by a Sith Lord, but I didn´t found nothing. (Well not in my republic commando training).

Being a woman surrounded by men like them is difficult because you are the only woman in the training room (without considering Kaminoan women).

My squad was just one of many that trained with Kal'buir, but he helped me a lot during the hard training routines.

I didn't have the condition to be a warrior; I used to work making clinical analyses of blood, urine, and many other substances to give the results to the doctors so they could make the diagnosis of the patients. I didn't used to like my work, but I could say it is easier than Republic Commando training.

Being a woman has its priorities. One of them is that I have my own room. My own space to decorate and sleep or take a nap when I am able to do that. Also, I have my own bathroom.

The only thing I miss a lot is my piano. I used to play a lot of piano, and composing piano songs was my favorite hobby. It's still my favorite hobby, but I haven't played the piano for a long time. 

Also, I like singing. I don't have an Adele voice, but I love singing Mando'a songs, humming the tone of them, or any other song. 

Writing stories is another of my pastimes. So as you can see, I am writing mine.

Anyways, being in Kamino has been different from my home world, where the sun was there most of the time and it looked and felt like a desert. 

The big difference here is that there is nothing more than the training room, storms, and big and violent ocean waves.

(Well handsome supersoldiers are included too).

I used to avoid dates because being the only woman here makes you more interesting to those men, but after a while, I decided to give it a try.

Even when I knew it was risky.

My first date was with a guy called Niner. He is stoic and a gentleman, but which one of these soldiers is not a gentleman?

Ok, I was talking about Niner.

We had our time together. Meeting each other. Sharing pastimes, and yes, I know you want to know if there were some kisses. There were, but most of them were short, and they finished as soon as they started.

It is not allowed to date between comrades, but there is a moment in which you get bored and can't deny your nature. For Niner, well, he didn't know how to take that.

Everything ended two months later. Everyone was ready to ask for the second date, but I didn't want a second date. Niner stole my heart. If he wasn't ready. I decided to wait.

And it was okay until I met Sev from Delta Squad.

There were many stories about Delta Squad. 

Those Republic Commandos were trained by Walon Vau, the mando who has a strill with many privileges, but most of them disturb the inner peace of those around him.  

Well, Sev wasn´t the break rules guy, but we hid our relationship too well until Sergeant Vau discovered us.

That wasn't good. He gave Sev a fight that I won't ever forget. Sev and I were planning to get married, so you can imagine how well our relationship was, but after Vau discovered us, I was reassigned to be a rat lab from the Kaminoanis.

I still have my own room, but I can't go to see any of the boys, or they could be in trouble because of me, and by trouble I mean being killed. 

So, I can't see Kal´buir or the Nulls. I can't even answer their messages. It is like I am in a kind of prison prepared just for me.   

I miss all of them so much. 

Sev is still giving me gifts with love notes in secret. They just appear in my room. Maybe Lord Mirdalan is helping him. (Ok, that would be weird, but please, that strill is smart. All of them are smart). 

Even when this time I have had only for myself has been difficult, I have discovered that I can use the force, and I am very good at it!

Maybe that is what Kamionans, Count Dooku, and Dark Sidious were waiting for when I could use the force, but how? As their sith apprentice?   

I am not interested in those guys, but they could say something like, "We are going to kill your family if you don't do that."

In that case, I will need to use Plan B: Find me and make me do it if you can.

Where would I escape?, I don´t know yet, maybe I could go to the Jedi temple and train in their ways, but that could be difficult for the Jedi because I will involve them in my trouble.

Anyway, today I received a letter with an assigment. It says I am going to be part of...

Clone Force 99?!

Ok, I wasn't expecting that, but to tell you the truth, Darth Sidious and his plans always have a purpose.

Those clones are different to the other groups.

Let´s see what we can learn from each other and I will try to discover what is my part in Darth Sidious plans. (Without killing my new squad).

[chicago-geniza]

Stefania Zahorska is such an extraordinarily gifted art critic that her descriptions of color and form summon images in my mind as though from memory, as though by synesthetic association, and this is an astonishing feat, nigh-impossible, never before accomplished, given that (as I recently learned) I have been diagnosed with This Specific Visual-Spatial Memory & Visuoconstruction Learning Disability

Stefania's descriptions of *abstract art* are simultaneously so evocative and so technically precise that I have been able to "reconstitute" the image in my head, or at least an out-of-focus, distant picture of the canvas, enough to identify an artist's signature style, a characteristic color palette, a certain geometry or brush stroke. I cannot otherwise "picture" things in my head. I cannot consistently recognize faces. Because she leads with color and describes the flow of the line rather than calling shapes by name or describing a representational-realist "finished" component, she makes it possible for me to "see" it; ironically what is meant to be more "concrete" is actually more abstract, e.g., "it's a cat." That's a sign for a representational concept-object and is too abstract to visualize even as it is meant to be "realist." But art that is called abstract is not an abstraction to visualize; it is the peptide formula of the visual-spatial spectrum, i.e., "pre-digested," just the component parts. The color, the line.

You know what--huh. Jelonka knew one of the women who founded Poland's first school for blind children, and spent years developing adaptive pedagogy. Her high school principal in Łódź was involved too, and so was another woman who worked with them at WWP. I doubt Stefania had much to do with them, but she did know Radlińska, and all those pedagogies were intertwined. Stefania's method was called "Nauczenie patrzeć" but interpreted more broadly I think it's interesting--the way she describes images is very much like...image descriptions, but on a level of estrangement that assumes you have never seen or made "sense" of the image before. She won't tell you what the shapes are; she'll tell you it's an image, "fiery reds, burning pinks bend toward the golden west [R: she means literally direction, it's not a metaphor, it's also, yeah, designating the sunset but it's a cardinal point here among other cardinal points too so it's disorienting when you get both meanings], and from the painting's edge, the advancing night's shimmering celadon closes in." And you see a sunset! You can tell it's a sunset, and you can tell it is a so-called "pejzaż romantyczny"! All you have is the colors, the direction and orientation, the word "night." And you can see not only the image but the genre, a plethora of images, an Ur-image. How does she do it!

[magnificentdreamlandblizzard]

I do apologize for not posting again yesterday. I ended up using my free time to watch all of the music freaks and was going to post this night, but my friends ended up going out to dinner with me so I stayed out till like 11 pm lol. So because I ended up not having time yesterday, I'll do another double post today! :D

Today, on Saturday April 13 2024, I'm going to tell you guys my favorite female anime character. Though I can't mention one without mentioning the other, and they both happen to be from the same band. Yes, band is right because the two happen to be Ena Shinonome and Kanade Yosikai from project sekai!

Growing up, I had my parents divorce at an early age of 5. I can't really remember much, but it still is a sort of trauma for me. But that's not the only trauma I have. At an age of 12, I ended up getting mental hospitalized, also causing me to miss Valentines day.

So you may be wondering, what does this all have to do with the two anime characters?

Well growing up, not only did I have mentally abusive parents but I had around five to six mental disorders. (Dont worry my mom has stopped and my dad and I are working on things.) I won't reveal them because I don't fell comfortable since I've already told you guys so much personal information, so please don't ask me as that won’t end up well.

Anyway, I’m still trying to find my gender and place in the world, but that's not the point.

One of my friends has called N25 (my favorite group) an emo band before and I think that's one of the worst insults you could give them.

All of them have very meaningful and lore built backgrounds even though I may not have a full understanding of Mizukis.

But, my adoration for Kanade came before Ena actually.

It's very obvious that she's with depression, but she still tries very hard to get past it. Her work for a song to save Mafuyuu is honestly heartwarming. Throughout the story she shows strength and even in the story called “(something) discord”, she fights to save Mafuyuu so N25 doesn't lose her forever.

Her strength has been an inspiration for me, since I was hospitalized for being suicidal and self harming. During that time, I couldn't see my family which was honestly one of the biggest wounds someone could inflict on me. Sometimes I feel like her songs are meant to save me too.

Even though she doesn't actually “write” the songs because they're all covers, all of the songs are imbeded with deep lyrics. The one I think I can relate to most is “Bitter Choco Decoration” sung by everyone in Nightcord. Though the whole band is in a deep spot in my heart, because there songs are something I can grasp onto and they give me hope and perseverance to continue living.

And even when they're all not doing deep things and just hanging out, its still fun to watch there silly antics. Ena and Mizukis banter are fun to watch, it's nice to see Mafuyuu getting a much needed break, and overall there group interactions.

Plus Kanade is really pretty. (Looks are always a contrubiter to my simp qualifications lol.)

Now to Ena. Kanade isn't the only one whos strength inspires me. For example, some of my favorite events have these Ena cards:

(Idk this event :’))

On this black canvas I paint.

Also, I love the event where she teaches Honami how-to draw and paint.

Lets start with the first event that I don't remember, but it's one where Mizuki is the main person you follow. The picture is from where they talk on the rooftop, and Ena tells Mizuki that she can vent to her when she's ready, and that Ena won't push her. To me this shows how kind Ena is because she's demonstrating that she's here for Mizuki. She went up to the rooftop, and didn't stop in the story at all to support Mizuki, and made sure she knew she was supported and loved even if she didn’t feel like she could tell anyone. 

Even though there in highschool, this is an amazing amount of maturity. It sure how kind she is, caring for her friend and being able to tell when something is off. My friend was wrong when she called N25 an emo band. What they really are is a group of friends who have gone through tough things, and they try to support each other throughout life. It's something one could really admire, and consider there family that isn't there by-blood-related-family.

Now the one where Ena teaches Honami how to paint is registered in my favorite stories. It's on the light-hearted side, where you can see Honami, Ena, and Emu, hangout and see there fun and warm-hearted interactions. 

Through the storyline you can see Honamis insecurity with her art, and anxiousness to painting on the wall of a kindergarten. It's a fear I can understand, as every human is worried if being made fun of, yet even though Honami is a stranger, Ena agrees to help her out and even meet in person.

Throughout helping Honami at Emus house, Ena is worried about changing Honamis art style because everyone paints in a different way. It's because beauty and art has its own style, and she doesn't want to change here because it's unique. So instead, she teaches her how to assemble basic shapes into animals and it works, but when Ena goes home, she still wonders if that was the right thing to do.

This shows how much she appreciates others things, even if something may not look understandable from first glance. And I say first glance because she ends up looking at it more, and eventually makes out Honamis drawing of what she first sent to Ena - an elephant. 

So when Emu and Honami are finally painting the kindergarten wall, Ena rushes back over just when Honami is finding a girl getting upset for being bullied for having the same style of art that Honami had. So Ena walks over to the girl and points out the parts of the animal to the others, and even suggests things the girl can add.

She also encourages Honami to draw how she normally does, because now she sees that it isn't just blobs of paint or whatever, it's something if you squint hard at it. So even though the kids laugh at Honami, Ena continues to encourage it and even paints on the wall with everyone!

This shows how she encourages people and helps defend others. This adds even more qualities to the other kind type of person she is. But that isn't the main reasons why she has a deep place in my heart. 

It's a reccouring thing where Ena tries to encourage Mafuyuu to break free or stand up against her mom, providing Mafuyuu a bit of strongwill. I've gone back into the log and even screenshoted some of her quotes to Mafuyuu, because they were really inspirational to me. Especially since even though my friends say I'm like Mizuki, I feel like Mafuyuu sometimes. Her quotes help me feel like no everything is lost, and that there's hope yet, just like Nightcords songs.

Also in the event “this black canvas I paint” I feel really bad for Ena. She is trying to be like her dad who's a famous artist but he's said things like “you'll never be a great artist” and what not that brings her spirits down. Hearing that from a parent can be extremely hurtful, especially since she has a really harsh art teacher. So harsh in fact that she gave up, but she eventually does gi back because she wants to get better at art.

And her going back eventually produces the card where she's crying in the classroom, one that makes me feel sad for her every time I look at it. Though she continues and eventually her art teacher takes her aside and tells her that she actually has a really good talent for art, and that she's always welcome.

Despite the pain and people telling her no, she continues on being persistence and pursuing her dreams. It's an admirable trait, and I feel that her and I are the same in a way. Both trying to improve and worrying about our art, even getting some harsh feedback that brings our spirits down. After all, my dad is one of those brutally honest people, and there are many times in my life where I wish that I had Ena and Kanades bravery.

They both are strong and beautiful women despite there circumstances, helping each other and friends and pushing forward on steadfast resolves. They both and their songs have set many foundations for parts of me to build on, and have been inspirations and things for me to cling onto when I'm in a bad mood. I truly do not have enough words on how I appreciate both, and will continue to love them until the day I die. These reasons are why that if you ever seen my profile on colorful stage, I not only have both an Ena and Kanade card in my main party, but also there fan and partner titles in my status. I wish both of them as much blessings as they've given me <3.

*Cough cough.* Everyone ignore how long that was and I'm going to move on to question six, asking me what anime I've watched that in ashamed I enjoyed. 

Honestly, there isn't really any. There are certainly some games I've enjoyed that I'm ashamed to admit that I had, but if I had to say an anime, I'd say No Game No Life. I like it because I also want to live in a game world like they do, but am ashamed because the anime also contains nudity and sexual stuff sometimes.

I even have a memory where I brought a book from the series to school where I didn't look through the photos, and oh boy did I regret it. And I still do today, so much so that I'm never bringing it to school again. 

I pulled it out to read and one of my friends caught the sight of a character um… not wearing clothes. So my friends quickly stole it and looked through the pages. It wasn't pretty but it was especially embarrassing since they were loud enough to let the whole class know.

And let's just say, naked wolf man is a joke thats been stuck against me for a while. And that I've also learned an important lesson to check books before I go to school. Never again will something like that happen. Hopefully.

[ginevrapng]

Is the Valentine’s thing still open lmao?

love your writing!

I’m a cancer, enneagram is 6w7, I forget my meters Briggs but it’s like the teacher or something lol. I am very social, I am always the friend that gets drunk and does something stupid. My camera roll is filled with photos and videos of my friends. Even through I’m pretty social, I do know when to bunker down and do my work.

I like summer, Taylor swift, crafting. I love being outside in a nice summer day with a canvas in front of me. I wanna help people and I love knowing when I made a change in someone’s day. I believe in things like the olive theory, and true love.

I Love Sirius and Remus and can’t decide lol

I think that’s all! If it’s closed, don’t worry about doing this! Just thought to give it a shot.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒…

are in doomed situationship/relationship!

- you both like each other but you both know your relationship isn't going to work. - you actually met each other at a pub on a night out. - you're both very social and outgoing, so the first time you met you both got very drunk resulting in having over a dozen of photos of him laughing and doing shots and all around being a drunken menace. his phone number was written on your arm to call him. - you show sirius some of taylor swift's music, he criticises most of it but you can tell he doesn't actually hate it as much as he lets on. he shows you music that he likes to listen to. his room is full of vinyls and he always lets you pick whatever one you want to listen to. you don't really know them but you pick them by album cover. - summer's are always fun, longer days and sunny weather. beach days and pool days and garden parties and bbq's. - sirius' eyes never leave yours as he watches you in the summer wearing summer dresses and swimwear. - you'll show him your art and he'll ask you if he can keep one of your pieces in his place because he thinks they're so good. - he admires how dedicated you are to projects but when he wants to do something sometime's you'll be busy. conflicting schedules means sometimes you won't see each other for awhile. - one night when you were tipsy you told sirius about how you believed in true love and soulmates, you can picture his face even now. you could tell he didn't share the same sentiment. - nothing had drastically changed between the two of you but it still had changed. sirius just doesn't believe in true love. he wont ever admit it but he knows he has commitment issues too. - you both really care about each other and have so much fun together neither of you want it to end. your viewpoints on love and relationships are so different though one day you both know it'll have to end. your relationship will never be more than it is now, you'll never be official, he'll never say the 'l' word.

i hope you enjoy this <3 even if it's kind of angsty asdfghjk

valentine's event

[destineeallison]

Random things I wrote between 2007 and 2016

Originally Re-Posted on Facebook on Various dates.

Dreams and aspirations, serve only to torture.

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I live my life on a canvas; each day as another little stroke of the brush, adding up to the final big picture. Color and full of highlights, in all of my finer moments and dark shadows, for the moments I fell short.

There's emotion to every work of art What does this life convey? A deeper meaning behind every success, failure, and missed opportunity.

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We live like notes bending and folding over the musical scale I am the high while you stay low

We live like melodies surrounding each other.

We are the music, everyday we change.

We fit a mood set by our minds and actions.

We feel the way our sounds do.

Embrace the beauty within us as one.

Put us in motion and we are forever changing, forever progressing, forever fitting.

Put us together and we drift, sway, and hiccup along these scales we call our homes.

While filling the empty sounds, we follow the leads of the metronome.

Silence cannot break us, Silence is our enemy in this war we call a song. Every sound in our ensemble, perfect together as one,

The rhythm we follow is what will hold us together, if we act as one, folding and bending over our shared scale.

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What if every morning we woke up as a new person, knowing the past, of who we've become. What if every morning we woke up with new emotions, forgetting the ones that haunt us from where we once came.

Right outside the sounds are empty, and time is moving slowly. I'm anxious for something to come and sweep me away. Taking me to a new place, full of sounds, and actions. A place where the next step is always right around the corner.

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We're one big play on words game. You tell me yours, and I'll recite back mine. We coincide so well, our words mixing together as opposites attracting. In one Idea, that I want you, and you want me, gone.

Reality is not a dream, and dreams are not real. So why do we live reality as getting everything we "dream" of, setting high expectations for ourselves, only to fall short in the end. We know that things never go as we plan, completely. Yet, we still live within our dreaming mentality.

-

It's amazing how someone can look so calm and peaceful on the outside, but you'd never guess the chaos and chemicals raging in their body. I guess you just have to look for the signs hidden in their eyes.

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Inner-peace, happiness, self-love, selfless love, self-respect, serenity, a positive attitude and an open mind are necessary, and they all start and end with you.

Attain what you can for the benefit of yourself. Money and material won't make you feel rich, just momentarily privileged.

-

Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Dependency is nothing but a burden.

Make your own choices,

Do things that take courage.

You won't find happiness, sitting at home, wishing your life was better.

-

I'd take your breath away,

but I don't want to watch you suffocate.

I'm here to lift you up,

I'll breathe in the life you're missing.

-

The only one not going,

Family members always hospitalized, I thought it was another scare.

Quickly I learned that it's real you're unconscious, and because of the timing I can't be there.

I hope you know I love you. happy birthday bitch, it's life, I called to say what's up, letting you know you're brothers suffering and sometime this week hell be laying in a coffin.

Alcohol weed pills uppers downers we can try to numb the pain but one day when we're at work hiding from reality we'll turn around and catch her sucker punch to the face. She'll hit you so hard you lose your breath and no matter how hard you try you'll lack any ability to control how hard you cry . She'll take your life your pride your family, have you selling your soul. Anything to keep hold of the heart hardly beating.

I'm sorry, but The pain I feel isn't even that you're gone, it's the pain that your death left with mom.

She said she's feeling empty. it's untouchable And I have no control over her emotions. it's eating my inside that all she wants is to see her little boy alive. Death takes a toll and it's collecting on our mother, 60 years old, outliving her mother, son, and younger brother.

I visited the house we grew up in today. Seems like just yesterday you were helping take care of us. Look what became of is, siblings that never speak, holding on to grudges because of silly things, and our stubbornness to accept help when we need it the most. I know you lost hope. I saw it in the house, the cement floors and holes in the walls frank, why didn't you call? Any of us, we're family, I hate myself for turning down my mom sending me out here. I hate that I let you live alone, you were barely surviving, not living a life but making it by till you died. I feel infested, and not from the roaches, but the feelings I can't even bear to lock into. Frank, I love you, and I hope that you're in a better place, of peace and grace. As we lay you to rest our family will do their best to say their goodbyes one last time, just know that you will never be forgotten. Rest in peace, big brother.

I felt I couldn't cry till I saw your children walk in the chapel to witness the tree fallen that once held the apple. As the tears stream down the face of our mother, I can't help but notice laying in that casket is not a man I know as my brother.

Over the years, as we may have grown apart, our siblings grow old with each time the sky gets dark. It's not a matter of I love you, or the anger we've all felt, but the times that we need each other, we're there, still kids in our minds forever avoiding life's belt.

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Don't jump so fast to clench another by the throat if your judgments impaired, leaving you unaware of intent. Listen to the words and view cues within how the body language curves before you fire back with your anger.

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I hate the need to explain, when the understanding isn't there.

Why waste my time dumbing it down?

I know you're locked in on a blank stare.

-

[newgames22]

Atlas Fallen: A Windy Odyssey of Limited Charm

Amidst the bustling year filled with awe-inspiring releases, including Atlas Fallen which attempts to carve its niche with a name that's somewhat reminiscent of AI-generated titles, hardly captivates. Nevertheless, nestled within the second half of the gaming calendar, this AA endeavor evokes nostalgia for the PS2 era, offering a different yet valuable experience - making it a great addition to your list when looking to buy PS5 games. A tutorial introduces a surreal world where a blue Avatar-esque protagonist leaps between sandy outcroppings, setting the tone for an enigmatic journey. Customization, though somewhat constrained, augments the experience.

As the curtain rises, the character, dubbed "Unnamed," aspires to galvanize downtrodden laborers against their oppressors, amid a sandstorm-stricken caravan. The unfolding narrative takes us through confrontations, a stolen object, and the daunting prospect of survival. Amidst the wind-whipped desert, a persistent voice beckons, embodied by a chatty gauntlet. A tussle with wraith-like creatures ensues, leading to the reclamation of the pilfered item, only to have it snatched anew by Morrath, the camp's leader. Retrieving the gauntlet through sand-surfing and a precipitous descent sets the stage for the true adventure. The narrative's initial blandness gives way to a more compelling second half, where intrigue gradually builds. Despite the potential, characters exhibit mere cardboard-like personalities, particularly the Unnamed protagonist who remains a blank canvas. Their interactions lack emotional depth, save for climactic revelations that stir suppressed feelings. Regrettably, the inclusion of talking clothing and accessories proves an ill-conceived trope. The story's potential allure falters amidst these disappointments, grappling to fully engage players.

Atlas Fallen: Embracing Fun and Adventure in a Quirky Action RPG World

Now, let me keep it real with you. Not every game needs to blow your mind, right? Sometimes, it's okay for a game to just be plain fun without trying to change the whole gaming universe. And you know what? While enjoying the gaming experience, you might even find yourself thinking, "Hey, I should buy PS5 games to add to my collection!" That's where Atlas Fallen comes in – a super cool third-person action RPG that's all about teaming up and taking down bad guys. But hey, I won't lie, sometimes it trips over its shoelaces a bit. But guess what? That's part of the ride, and I'm cool with it.

Picture this: you're diving into a world where a Sun god called Thelos is pulling all the strings, making humans mine this super important thing called Essence. You're not just anyone – you're an Unnamed, basically the underdog of the world. You stumble upon this ancient thing called the Gauntlet, which gives you these amazing sand powers. Plus, there's this rad spirit buddy named Nyaal who's got your back, like the trusty sidekick you've always wanted. You're teaming up with a crew called the Knights of Bastengar to take down Thelos and his partner in crime, the Queen. Yeah, it's gonna get wild! Atlas is like this epic sandbox, a mix of desolation and hidden stories just waiting for you to uncover. It's not like a super duper open-world, but there's enough space to let your inner explorer run wild. And guess what? It looks pretty darn good, with options for how it looks – kinda like when you can pick different Instagram filters, but for your game. 📸

I gotta be real upfront here – the first hour might make you raise an eyebrow or two, but trust me, push through. I had a moment where I was like, "Did they trick me with all those cool trailers?" But nope, there's more to it, and I'm here to make sure you don't miss out on the good stuff. Let's talk about the nitty-gritty, though. Like, yeah, there are a few hiccups along the way. NPCs sometimes forget their lines, the game stutters like someone telling a scary story, and there's this one time a big baddie crashed my chat session. 😂 But hold up, don't let that scare you off. It's like when you're hanging with your buddies and someone spills a drink – annoying, but it won't ruin the party. Oh, and here's the scoop – the characters' voices are a bit like a world tour. My character went from sounding like they're straight outta America to suddenly being all British. It's like they've got a secret twin or something! Honestly, it's a bit weird, but I bet most of us won't even notice. So, if you're down for an epic ride where you team up, rock those sand powers, and show Thelos who's boss, give Atlas Fallen a shot. Just remember, the first hour might be a bit like the opening act of a concert, but trust me, the headliner is worth it. Keep gaming, legends!

Atlas Fallen: Riding the Sand Waves of Victory

Exhilarating Open-World Adventure

Atlas Fallen isn't just a game, it's a wild ride through a stunning open world covered in surfable dunes. Imagine carving your path, riding the sand waves like a boss, and exploring every nook and cranny of a beautifully designed world.

Challenging Enemies, Epic Battles

Prepare for heart-pounding action as you face off against challenging enemies. The developers behind Atlas Fallen have a track record of delivering intense combat experiences, and they've brought that expertise to the table. Engage in epic battles that will put your skills to the test and keep you on the edge of your seat.

From Zero to Hero Storyline

Ever dreamed of going from being an everyday nobody to a legendary hero? In Atlas Fallen, you get to live out that fantasy. Start as a lower-class citizen known as an "Unnamed," and witness the transformation as you find a magical gauntlet that bonds with you, granting you the power to challenge an evil god and change the world's destiny.

Next-Gen Gaming Bliss

Leave the last generation behind and embrace the power of current-gen hardware. Atlas Fallen pushes the boundaries of what's possible in gaming, delivering a visually stunning experience that will make your jaw drop. It's not just a game; it's a showcase of what the latest technology can achieve.

Unveil the Story of Struggle and Hope

Step into a world torn apart by an evil god's oppressive reign, where hope seems distant and inequality rules. As you embark on your journey, you'll uncover the layers of a gripping narrative that'll keep you hooked from start to finish. The momentum of Atlas Fallen's storytelling grips you from the very first battle and never let's go.

So, there you have it - Atlas Fallen is the adventure you've been waiting for. Get ready to ride the sand, face incredible challenges, and rewrite the fate of a world desperate for a hero. It's time to level up your gaming experience with Atlas Fallen and show the world what a true hero is made of!

[barnesbabee]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ - ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

⇜ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - ᴛᴇɴ-  ɴᴇxᴛ ⟿

CHARACTER LIST:

White Rabbit - Choi Jongho Absolem (Blue Catterpilar) - Kang Yeosang Cheshire Cat - Kim Hongjoong Mad Hatter - Choi San Haigha (March Hare) - Jung Wooyoung Tweedle Dee - Song Mingi Tweedle Dum - Jeong Yunho Bloody Red King - Park Seonghwa

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The King wasted no time. After getting you back, he immediately scheduled the coronation, as he couldn't wait to call you his Queen. The Castle was in a frenzy, the sound little frog feet slapping against the marble floors echoed in every division. Seonghwa refused to have the coronation in the same room where he got married, he didn't want to re-live the awful moment when his wife got stolen from him... So the maids and butlers found new decorations, moved the paintings and transformed another one of the King's dark and cold rooms into a place worthy of a welcoming party.

"Let's do it in the throne room. Place her throne by my right." He had said.

The tradition was for the throne to be moved in front of everyone present, so they could witness the changes and their new reality first hand, but Seonghwa was a little tired of following tradition.

You and him stood in the middle of the throne room, with every single maid and butler running around frantically, trying to get everything done on time. You looked on proudly, enjoying the way it was all coming along.

The excess of red and black was gone, it was now balanced with white and gold, and with the new paintings and lights giving the room a new life it looked like a completely new place. The blinds behind the throne were finally opened, revealing the most beautiful stained glass images. There were four people, who you assumed were Seonghwa's family.

You reminisced the first time you had come to that room, panting and confused, standing in the dark, cold room being judged by the merciless man Seonghwa once was. The contrast was almost unbelievable, but you were glad you had gotten this far.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your figure and a chin on your shoulder.

"I'll have it replaced. First, just the two of us, and then, once we have our little prince, or princess," he paused, caressing your stomach, where you'd carry your future child "I'll have it replaced once more, with a full picture of our family."

He kissed your cheek and you smiled.

"But Seonghwa, are you sure you wanna take down the picture of your family?" You questioned, feeling honoured yet a little wrong, replacing the original King and Queen.

He stood straight, and his cheerful expression was immediately replaced by one of pain and confusion, remembering all of the memories alongside those people.

"Why not? They have given me nothing but a lifetime of suffering, you have given me nothing but happiness and a chance of redemption. You deserve to be up there, immortalized, as a part of the new Royal family."

"Thank you..."

That was all you could say, as there were no words that could possibly describe how you felt.

One of the maids stole you away from your husband for a second, so you could change from the dirty, ripped-up wedding dress for the new ceremony. She helped you switch to a princess-style dress, all in red silk. The revealing heart-shaped neckline was covered with black lace, that extended all the way to your hands and wrapped around your index finger.

"You look lovely, Miss." The maid said as she fixed your hair.

You thanked her with a small smile and headed towards the throne room. Usually, it would be packed with people, but due to the previous altercation, the only people attending the coronation would be the castle staff, aside from the knights who were assigned to protect the castle during the event.

You carefully sat on the throne, feeling Seonghwa's eyes (or... eye) inspecting you. He leaned over, so he could whisper in your ear.

"You look marvelous in red."

He sat back straight in his throne and smiled at your shy expression. A tall man soon entered the room holding two boxes. He opened one of the boxes and slowly (and carefully) placed the crown on the King's head. It was exaggerated, yet classy and sophisticated like Seonghwa. You could tell it had been specially done for him.

"We shall now begin the coronation of Miss Y/N." The man announced.

He opened the box in front of you, revealing the most beautiful, victorian crown. It was made up of white gold and adorned with the most beautiful red and white stones.

"I hereby declare, by the powers given to me by His majesty Park Seonghwa, the new Queen of Wonderland, Queen Y/N."

The man slowly placed the crown on your head, and it was a perfect fit. He stepped away so the painter could see your smiling faces, as he immortalized the moment on a canvas.

The castle staff smiled and cheered for you, their new Queen.

"Bring her!" The King shouted, and the whole room froze.

The thought on everyone's mind was 'Who's her'.

The heavy doors to the room opened, and a chained woman, dressed in a black cape with her white, disheveled hair showing stepped in, with the help of two guards.

"Unchain her."

The guards obeyed the King, and unchained the woman, who rotated her wrists with a sigh of contentment.

"Finally, what do I owe the honour, Sir?"

The crowd in front of you looked on, petrified. Who the fuck was she?

"Undo the room." Seonghwa commanded.

"Hm there have been some changes, I see." The woman said, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

She looked at you, with her bright purple eyes, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Yes, there have. Now please do as I asked."

"Very well Sir."

The woman removed her black cape, revealing a small, crooked young-looking woman. She lifted her hands in the air, creating a small green fog in her hands, that she aimed at all beings in the room. The people, who were previously humanoid frogs, were turned back into their original form. Tears of happiness formed in everyone's eyes and cries of thankfulness echoed in the room. One maid approached you and knelt by your feet.

"Thank you... Thank you so much!"

You recognized the voice, it was the maid that had thanked you the other day for staying with Seonghwa, and the one that usually helped you dress. You smiled and held her hands.

"No need to kneel around me Miss, thank you for your hard work."

She bowed to you as she walked back to cheer with her peers.

Seonghwa stood up and held out his hand for you to take, and so you followed.

"Iracebeth, follow us. You two," the King said, looking at the two guards who had brought the witch "make sure everyone is gathered at the town center by the time we arrive."

The guards nodded and immediately headed out. Seonghwa took your arm and started walking with you, headed to the town center, you guessed.

You looked behind you to look at the witch, that stared at you with a sinister expression.

"Are you sure it's safe to bring her along, won't she like... curse you? You know, for keeping her locked up?" You whispered.

"Oh, no that won't be an issue."

You tilted your head to the side.

"How come?"

Seonghwa blushed, embarrassed to recall what he had done.

"Well, I tricked her into falling in love with me so I could get her to cast a spell on herself that would only allow her to cast the spells I request her to. I then locked her in the dungeon because I didn't want to deal with her constant crying and blabbering about how I tricked her, that's probably why she's looking at you like..." He glanced over at the witch "... like that."

You hit his arm.

"Park Seonghwa!"

"Ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I regret doing it but if I undo it now it could have severe consequences, not only for me but for you too. And we can't have that."

You sighed and nodded. It's true that it was cruel, but you didn't want any consequences headed your way, you'd had enough.

You stopped in front of a black and gold carriage, the one that would take you into town. Seonghwa helped you get on and then sat beside you. The witch rode in front of you, her creepy smile and envious eyes staring into your soul the whole ride. Seonghwa held your hand tightly, also feeling uneasy by her presence.

"We're here, Sir."

Seonghwa took a deep breath. You could tell he was nervous, as all of the people from the Kingdom looked at the carriage, expectantly. You kissed his cheek and held his hand tighter.

"It will be okay." You assured him.

Seonghwa smiled softly and exited the carriage, alongside you and the witch. The expressions of the people once they saw the witch were the same as back in the castle, and they braced for the worst.

The King said nothing, he only turned to the witch and said 'do it'.

Once more, she cast the spell, that supposedly returned them to what they once were, but it didn't go as planned. Some people returned to their original state, but the ones who had turned from animals to humans, not so much... Some had the luck of being completely turned back to who they were, others were left hybrids, mixes of animals and humans. You found Cheshire, still as a human, happily playing with his ears and tail, and Haiga, the Hare, jumping about with his hare feet about the return of his long ears. It didn't take much for those two to be happy. There was a mix of emotions among the crowd, however, some people that had married into families who were previously human, were happy they got some of their old life back and they would still be able to maintain their relationship, others were sad (and mad) that they would never be able to return to whom they once were.

"What happened!?" Seonghwa whisper-yelled to the witch.

"The curse has been cast for far too long, I wasn't able to undo it completely." She explained, ashamed of her own skills.

"People, I apologize," as soon as he spoke those words the commotion calmed down, and everyone seemed shocked. The King? Apologizing? "it seems the curse has gone on for too long and is irreversible in some cases. I ask that whoever has been affected attends the castle tomorrow so I can offer a proper compensation for all of the damages caused, that would be all."

[sly-merlin]

Just the way it is | h.rj

the renjun birthday requests one !!

can you do,, renjun + teal + "coz you're amazing, just the way you are" + 14:02 + fluff

@elysianahhh

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14:02

Renjun and you were all about cliches. From clicking innumerable pictures of intertwined hands and visiting arcades to cooking together and wearing matching clothes, you loved each and every moment you shared in the presence of the other. Just like right now. Even while sitting in a room full of a dozen people, pulling your gaze away from renjun was hard, one of the many things you were infamous for. Distance was never an issue when you knew his eyes would always find yours amidst the crowd that didn't seem to leave you alone for even a second. And it was his birthday. And the reason of your separation on this auspicious day was his dear friend.

Who needs enemies when you've got friends like hyuck!

Perched on the arm of the sofa that renjun sat on, hyuck held him back from sitting next to you saying how your affection was risky for renjun's health. All was said while smothering him with endless kisses. hypocrite!

"He's annoying" you mouthed to renjun as he remained still due to the tight grip hyuck caged him with.

"Save me" came the reply from your dear fiance.

Knowing that hyuck won't let you near him anytime soon, you fished out your phone to call him but before you could press the call button, jaemin interrupted with a sudden announcement.

"I'm feeling sleepy so can we open the gifts first!" Groans of displeasure reverberated but jaemin ignored all of them and initiated the transfer of packages from the side table to the center one. Having an afternoon birthday party in the middle of their schedules was indeed tiring, especially for jaemin for he was the organiser but still managed and you all cooperated.

Once it was done, the scattered group was united again around the table to complete the tradition and that being guessing the correct giver. The wrapped bags and boxes were opened with enthusiasm and the speculations regarding the givers were made with great confidence. It was all fun and games until the big wrapped board came up for the bid.

Your gift.

The canvas of smudgy oil pastels.

As jaemin picked up the rectangular gift, you jumped from your seat to stop him from exposing your painting to everyone but hyuck was quick. He snatched it from jaemin and held it high up in the air and unwrapped it while fighting your body with his legs.

"AAH!! Y/N CAN PAINT??" he shouted out.

"You painted for me?"

It was renjun. Joyfully, he got up from his seat to seize his prized possession from his best friend. His initial reaction troubled you. He said nothing at the first glance, however, his eyes remained glued at a particular spot. You walked around hyuck to meet his eyesight and you caught him staring at the center of hands.

"These are from our very first date right?" With sparkles in his eyes, he kept looking at the braided hands you had painted. The canvas wasn't worth comparing to any of the renjun's but you were sure of the happiness that your gift produced. You have been right all along. His lit up face was definitely the best return gift you could have gotten. But not everyone had the ability to ignore the imperfections and by everyone you meant only one. Your enemy. Lee donghyuck!

"Yo y/n!! Why your fingers are of different size and why his hand looks like jeno's? Tsk tsk y/n. You can't even draw your boyfriend."

He knew he had it coming when you launched yourself towards him with clawing hands. Hadn't it been for jaemin coming between you both, he'd have ended up with a scratched face.

"Don't hide behind him bitch. Show me your stupid face. You need to learn some manners!"

"Injunie stop your violent girlfriend! She's going t-

"She's not my girlfriend! She's my fiance! How many times do i have to tell you lee donghyuck!"

"What the fuck just save me!"

As jaemin struggled to keep you apart and renjun just stood there with doe eyes, the rest of the room chuckled at your everyday banter.

"Let's strangle him tomorrow babes. We need his face for the rest of the filming." Renjun said, englufing you in a back hug to calm you down. With a pout and a huff, you relaxed in his arms but the glare hyuck received from you was enough to send him to the other side of the room.

"Sorry for the delay. Shall we continue?"

Once again, jaemin went to the center to proceed with other gifts but you both didn't move. He rocked you slightly before he turned you around to place sweet kisses on your temple.

"Is it that bad?"

"No! Not at all. Don't let hyuck get into your head baby. He's stupid." Brushing your hair aside, he whispered.

"I know it made you happy but you do need another gift that can really be called a gift! I really thought it would be enough Junie."

Caressing your face with his fingers, he spoke again but more politely,

"Nope i don't want anything else. This is your first painting after years and it is for me! I can't be more happy! I love you because you're amazing, just the way you are and i love this because it's amazing. Just the way it is."

Raising your eyes, you saw his mesmerising face regarding you with nothing but adoration. He really was the best for you.

"You are cheesy." Slapping his chest, you giggled.

"Oh yeah I'm cheesy? You literally painted these in teal and white! The theme of the party! Who does that baby?"

You repeatedly hit against his chest for making fun of your hardwork although you knew how much he was going to cherish it.

"I think before hyuck, I'm going to strangle you instead!"

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

COLORS, PART 2

*Smutless

Before I even look at anyone else's work, I reinforce sharp lines and darken the darkest areas on my painting with blue tones and deep browns. I'm working on organic matter, a bouquet of flowers and it requires trusting my eyes. I can't paint in the way that feels good, I have to be precise for realism.

"Much better," Yaya nods and I smile having not noticed that she was standing behind me watching. "After one class too and no one told you anything," she adds.

"Imagine if I got some real feedback."

"Mr. Peters," she calls gently to the professor who comes right over. He's young and cute with locs and a septum piercing. A little kooky, but loved by his students and eager to help. 

"How can I help you?"

"Criticize Meg's painting. What's she missing?"

"Honest critique," he asks and I nod. "Beautiful but it doesn't give realism. You left no room for the halo effect around the outer petal and your red leans too brown, that part is pink," he points the mid-petal. Black is not an outline color, retire your black completely. White it not an outline or highlight. Also that flower petal would have a tiny amount of speckling realistically. I'd typically use a toothbrush and splash with the bristles, but do what you can.. Keep going, you're doing so well."

"Gee thanks..." Looking at my painting with fresh eyes, I need to start over. I know I can do this way better and I'm excited to try, but I don't have the time. I have to suck it up and finish this current painting.

"What did Kellan say about your work of art last week," Yaya asks suddenly. "Could he see a difference in your technique?"

"I told you Kellan don't give a damn about my techniques or my skill level. He doesn't have an eye. He sees paint on canvas and to him it's finger painting."

"So you ain't show him. Is that because of the subject of the painting?"

"You mean the big black dick? Maybe. He's not..," I don't wanna sound mean but, "He don't understand art. He wouldn't see it how we see it. If I show him that painting he's gonna it's pornographic and then he'll think something that ain't true and I don't feel like dealing with that."

"Doesn't sound like you're compatible."

"You were just caping for him last week," I glare. "You should pick a stance."

"Oop! Well how about I'm not caping, I thought I was helping you look at things a different way because you can be harsh."

"Harsh? Because I see how things are and I tell you? You don't accept it until you repeat it. Then you wanna act like you told me something new. That's one thing that drives me crazy about you."

"I can think of more than a couple things about y-"

"Okay y'all ruining the energy in this room," Francis' voice rises. "It's a beautiful day today, sun shining!"

It is.. We're all painting the same thing today and Yaya's looks better than mine again, but I can see why and how and part of it is her colors. They aren't muddy. "Use more paint," she says reading my mind. "Don't be scared to use it up. Then when you want to mix in a tiny amount of a new color you have more to work with, less paint stroke, less mud."

"I can't wait to start this over or paint something else," I say plopping paint on my picture. At this point I just want it finished. "I'm gonna paint my mom's houseplant at home soon as I get there."

"Mama," I call through the apartment wondering if she's in her room or maybe the bathroom. I can't find her anywhere. "Where you at ma," I yell before calling her cell. She picks up on the third ring and who do I hear in the background? My boyfriend loud and clear laughing.

"Who's that," he whispers suddenly. I could scream. Who did he think?!

"We at Friday's what you want back?"

"Back? Ma.. Y'all really went to eat without me?!"

"Oh girl hush."

"Why was Kellan at the house and y'all ain't care to call me? That's aight.. I'm coming now."

"Megan, chill," Kellan cuts in.

"What? You don't want me there?"

"I ain't say that.."

"Tuh! Look nigga. This between me and MY mama so you can butt outta this one."

"HEY," she snaps but she's cut off.

"I'm just tryna know mom a bit more. I'll see you when I bring her back," Kellan says. "Love you," they say in unison. The call drops and I'm left staring at my phone screen. I didn't even get to tell them what I wanted from there.

Grabbing the keys to my mom's car, I go there anyway and I look from the door once I'm inside to see if I see them sitting down at a booth or at the bar, but they're not in there. Curious, I sit in the car and call again.

"Y'all ain't even get my order before you rudely hung up. Before y'all leave Friday's can I get the chicken and shrimp?"

"Yup," she says.

"How's the food, y'all been there a while."

"I'm not gossiping about you if that's what you asking," she mumbles and I roll my eyes wondering what would make them lie to me.

"Nevermind. I'm a let y'all enjoy each other's company without me," I snap hanging up. I go into the Fridays and get a free chicken sandwich and when I get home I start painting. I use every tip to create something that looks like I didn't even paint it, that's how good it looks and I'm only half done when mom and Kellan mozy through the door laughing with mom holding a food bag. "Is that my food," I ask.

"Yeah, lil girl, take this bag and gone."

Kellan laughs and tries to kiss me on the forehead but I move and ignore him until he gets the point.

"Seriously..," he kisses his teeth and I take my stuff to my room, closing the door. I'm close to breaking up with him.

"And then they lied about where they went that's what really pissed me off," I seethe squeezing the hell out of my Sprite. It's a vending machine and student lounge day. Yaya has McDonald's that she got her other friend to bring her.

"Take half these fries." She dumps them on a napkin. "Maybe they went to a different Friday's."

I glare. "No, Yaya."

"Okay then they lied. What you gonna do about it, dump them both?" She squeezes ketchup on her fries and I grab the other pack.

"No just him. I don't want to, but he's really irritating me with these mommy issues and he doesn't think it's a problem."

"Alright so dump him. Maybe you can go for that model guy. What's his name?"

"I don't wanna just dump him though, you don't get it. I want to because he's pissing me off but then again I don't want to because I do still like him. I just want him to take me serious and stop!"

"But he hasn't and you know he won't.. so NEXT. What about that guy?"

"Erik? I don't know what to think about him and I don't need to trade one issue for another one if you feel me."

"You only spoke to him twice, maybe if y'all had an actual conversation.."

"You saw how that went when I tried."

"He was doing a job, what did you expect? Him to stop and talk to you the whole time?"

Nah.. Just most of it. "Besides when would I run into him again, those two times were by chance." The gallery showing comes to mind. I took the brochure from COLORS when I went and the event starts this Friday and lasts the weekend. Slim odds of catching him if he goes. "Anyway, I'm just venting to you. Not asking for instant solutions."

She shrugs sipping her drink, simple as that.

"So I'm going to the gallery event Friday night if my mama lends me the car."

"And there it is," she smirks from around her straw. "You act like you don't need my advice but in the end you always take it."

"Shut the fuck up," my face cracks. I wanna mean mug but my lip keeps twitching.

"That's why good things happen for you."

"Anyway.. If he's there I'll get at him. If not, I'm enjoying the gallery so win-win."

COLORS is transformed when I walk in. Paintings line the walls and I decide to start from the left and walk my way around the entry room. They did well balancing the crappy canvases with the icy ones. They're all landscapes. Grassy hills with ponds and windmills or trees. Oceans meeting the sky. The Savannah. Dirt.. Rain.. Storms. The topic changes with every room or space. When I get to the sip & paint room, it's human portraits. If I had known I could submit mine, I would've. Still, it's fun to look at everyone else's. I see April's name next to a painting of a guy, not Erik, but a different model. I wonder if anyone else submitted their work.

Moving onto the next cluster of portraits I see a tall beanie from the corner of my eye. Turning, I'm shocked to find my ulterior motive for coming standing eight feet away from me, staring at a portrait.

"Erik," I whisper getting his attention and he does a double take. He hadn't noticed me. "We can't keep meeting like this, just say you want me," I joke rubbing my palms together. He loves it, he's smiling as he comes over to my side draping his arm over my shoulders.

"Where's your painting," he asks now scanning the wall for it.

"At home. I didn't know we could submit them for this, I surely would have." I really would have, I'm a little disappointed that I didn't know.

"Aw, I wanted to see it.. I showed you mine..," his eyes twinkle flirtatiously. He really is a troll.. but not better than me.

"And it was (chef's kiss)," I tease watching humor briefly flood his eyes. "I'll bring my painting to show you but when would I see you?"

He thinks about it. "When you coming by COLORS again?"

"Rather than a drive-by why don't we just paint one night?"

"Aight," he nods. "Say when. I have classes, but when I'm free.."

"What school you go to?"

"Brandman.. You know it?"

My face gives it away. Of course I know it, that's Kellan's school. I wonder if they ever met.

"What program?"

"General Business."

That's Kellan's program.

"You know Kellan?" I'm on edge right now.

"Yeah I know Kellan, wait.. you hisss- ?"

"Girlfriend," I fill in the blank and he nods letting go of my shoulders. In this moment I wish I were single. This just got awkward.

"Look," he sighs. "I don't want any negative energy surrounding me, my karmic energy is pure as of now.. So please don't take it wrong that I can't meet up with you in good conciousness."

"We can't.. be friends?" I shrug.  I sound crazy right now.

"We can, but nothing beyond. No flirtation," he stares laying down the law. I get it. No line crossing.

"That's all I had in mind," I smile, a lie on my breath. If he smells it he doesn't call it out. "What's your contact, we can link and paint. I'll still bring the portrait."

He gives me his number and we part ways, him moving on to enjoy the exhibit while I move in a different direction to do the same. I don't notice when he leaves, I only notice that I haven't seen him. When I leave, I call my mom.

"Bring my car," she says. She leaves almost as soon as I get there so I call Kellan to come over.

"Hey baby," he greets squeezing my cheeks at the door like I'm five. I don't like that because my older brother used to do that before he moved. I stare as Kellan goes in the fridge for juice like he lives here.

"Why can't you kiss me like a normal boyfriend? I don't understand."

"What? Aw, come here. Big baby." He gives me a bear hug planting his lips on my forehead which isn't much different to me, but whatever. I'm tired of talking about it. I pull him to my room and push him to my bed. Of course he doesn't fight me, he just falls and lets me climb him. "You feeling frisky huh," he grins. I hate that word. My hand goes directly over his mouth.

"Don't talk." The more he talks the more turned off I get. He double hand smacks my ass and it helps, I'm back into it. We makeout until he moves me from on top.

"Left the condoms in the car. Be right back."

"Man hurry up," I yell after him and his clumsy ass knocks over my painted canvas which was backwards for a reason. He gets a glimpse and does a double take, stooping to pick it up and look at me. Here we go.

"What's this," his eyes go back and forth from the painting to my face.

"What it look like?"

"Who is this?"

"Don't start that, it's a model. I painted that last week. I also painted that self portrait," I point, "Those plants," I point again, "That fruit bowl." Neither of which are paintings he cared to see. I'd have shown him.

"Whose dick is this and why you painting naked men, was you in the room with him?"

"The room?"

"Here.. or his place?"

"Are you dumb? That's not how it works." He looks like I'm lying, his side-eye trained on me. "This is why I can't share my art with you, you either don't care or you judgy. I don't like that."

"I don't like you drawing dicks and thinking that's cool. You had to really focus on it didn't you? Did you like it?"

"Oh my God," I'm regretting calling him over now. If it's not one issue with him it's another. "It's ART. You don't see like that as an artist. It's purely interpreting and recording the human form."

"But you ain't deny it.. You liked looking at it."

"What is wrong with you? I'm not doing this with you, I don't have to explain myself." That fast I'm over it and I want him out. "You can go. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

"You want me out so you can call this nigga," he mutters. "Who is he? I know him. He looks familiar."

He's staring at the picture so hard I decide to tell him. It's not like I have anything to hide. "He's an art model. Me and my classmates went to COLORS, a sip & paint where we all created these artworks.. and as it turns out you do know him. He goes to Brandman."

"I knew he looked familiar," he mutters still staring at the picture.

"Yeah, he said he knows you. Decent guy. I told him I was your girlfriend. Very respectful." He looks up at that and I roll my eyes. I shouldn't even be explaining. "You know, you could come to COLORS if you're that concerned."

He sits my painting back down and rubs through his mass or curly hair like he's stressed. I don't understand why he's so bothered by this, but I knew it would happen. "When," he asks.

"I'll let you know. In the meantime, goodbye because I'm tired.. of this conversation and your nonsense, I knew you'd trip over absolutely nothing."

"Nothing looks like a whole lot that I ain't fuckin with.. I bet ma don't know about this."

"GET OUT." I all but shove him out the door. I'd dump him right now if I didn't think he'd attribute it to Erik. Also Erik would think I did it because of him. I have to wait. I should've just dumped him back when Yaya said something. I don't even wanna go to COLORS anymore because all Kellan will do is ruin the vibe.

From the time Erik came through the door, Kellan has been acting up and saying lil slick shit that Erik's been graciously ignoring. It's embarrassing! Luckily I warned Erik about Kellan ahead of time so he knew what to expect. I, however, was somehow still caught off guard.

Moving his brush across the canvas, Erik's focused face is one worth painting. "You have to have an artistic bone in you somewhere Kells.. Eeeeveryone has one thing.. they can do artistically."

"Nah. I'm not artistic and I don't care for it outside of Megan's art."

"Hm," I mutter so only Kellan hears it. He doesn't care for my art either, but I keep that to myself and work on my painting. It's a guided paint night where we all paint the same picture, a star fall over snowcapped mountains and steep water valleys. I peak at Kellan's painting. "That's a cute mountain, you know if you use your brush and stipple you could get some texture." Taking a brush, I dip it in a little paint just to show him what I mean.

"You gone paint it or me," he says, so I put the brush down and let him do him.

"Small world.. How y'all meet?"

"We kept bumping into each other," I answer though it was addressed to both Erik and I. "Rest is history."

"Where and when did y'all bump into each other?"

Turning to Kellan, I mouth 'stop' because he's about to make things awkward AGAIN. I wish I didn't invite him, but I thought he'd chill if he saw there was nothing going on. Erik's been trying to be chill the whole time but I see the irritation. "I'm sorry you got wrapped up in this," I apologize as he tries to make it look like it's no big deal.

"Don't apologize for me," Kellan blurts with silence following. It's so much negative energy.

"So Erik.." We need a subject change. "How good is that model money? I may be interested."

"No you not. You'll do no such thing," Kellan stares, daring me to oppose. It takes me right back to being irritated.

"Don't tell me what to do Kellan. You ain't ever did that before I don't know why you think it's cool now.. Anyway.. How is it," I ask Erik again.

"You get a lil something, it depends. Ask me again in the winter."

"Oh no, stick to the warm weather I got you!"

"You ain't got shit. Ma would kill you," Kellan blurts.

"You mean MY mom would kill me? Mine?? I'm grown.. What are you talking about," I glare.

"You grown until ma beat that ass. That's broke hoe activity, getting naked for people. Call it whatever you want, you're still showing your body. Male or female."

I pause. "This from the nigga fuckin me in my mama's house?.. Try again. And call her ma one more time, I'ma sleep you. I keep telling you stop acting like we siblings. It's weird. I already have a big brother and you are not him."

"You salty. Don't bring up personal issues in public, that's a me and you situation."

"What the! I'm about to-" I wanna slap this blue paint on his face. "I can't do this." I drop my brush and grab my bag. "I gotta go, Erik, I'm sorry and I hope we can still be cool. If not, I get it. Completely. I'm out though."

Kellan follows me out. "You forget we came together?"

"Nah you did. What the fuck was that in there," I point to COLORS. We're in the parking lot. "You had to embarrass me, didn't you?"

"So I'm an embarrassment."

"Take me home," I snap jumping in the passenger seat of his car. When we get to my building I get out and slam the door. "I'm done. We're over, don't call me don't at me."

"It's because of Erik, ain't it. You wanted him that's why you creating problems with me."

"It's because of yo ass! I tell you the same thing all the time. You don't care, you don't listen. You ain't interested in nothing I'm interested in. You won't even try and tonight doesn't count because the only reason you came with me was to embarrass me. You were rude as fuck for what? Jealousy? He barely said two words."

"Bet you can quote both though." He looks so smug.

"You ain't hear nothing else I said."

When I get to the apartment, I look at the painting I meant to show Erik. I left it in my room because Kellan wanted me to give it to Erik for him to keep so I couldn't look at it.. As if I sit in my room lusting over painted dick. Either way, I wasn't about to give it up, it's portfolio material. Kellen can go.. if anything.