#am i just making collages of these two instead?

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Some of these promo pics have been gorgeous 🩵

[theunnamedwriter47]

Does There Need To Be A Reason? | Scaramouche/Kunikuzishi X Fem Reader - Part #2

The library is unnervingly silent. The only sound present is your mindless typing as you rewrite a sentence of a literary essay over and over. You sigh to yourself, self-aware of the fact you were utilising your college's 24/7 library as a poor excuse to avoid Kunikuzushi. Raking your hands through your hair, you abandon the unfinished literary essay, closing your laptop and tossing it into your book bag.

Quiet frankly, you had no idea what one was meant to do after being all but devoured by your ominous yet... attentive roommate. Besides that, the visions, sounds and sensations of the borderline hallucinatory night are repeated constantly within your consciousness.

Does it feel good?

Can you fit another finger?

Feel better?

You were doing it again, conjuring the memory of his silky voice, the calculated curl and thrust of his slender fingers, the sight of his debauched face covered in your arousal, spit and smudged make-up. Your mind wanders further, yearning to discover how it would feel for Kunikuzushi's lips to trail across your chest, your neck, your lips, what the drag of his cock would feel like nestled between the tight walls of your cunt, what he'd look and sound like whilst you pleasured him meticulously with your lithe mouth and hands. Your cheeks burn with shame. It's 11 pm on a Tuesday, and you're in the middle of the library having vivid sexual fantasies about your roommate. Frustrated with yourself, you pack up the rest of your things and head back home, bee-lining instantly for your bedroom and hurling yourself underneath the covers of your bed.

You had to sleep, you weren't thinking clearly. It wasn't like you to become so pent up over a person, a person that was real and not a figment of an author's creation. Instead, you spend the next two hours tossing and turning in bed, desperately attempting to reason with your irrational, lust-filled consciousness. By the time it's 1 am, you've made no progress on catching sleep, and the wetness building between your thighs is becoming increasingly distracting.

Assuming that Kunikuzushi was either asleep or in a collage work coma, you groggily make your way to the kitchen for a distraction, in this case, a fresh cup of tea.

"What are you doing up so late?"

You jump at the sound of Kunikuzushi's voice, turning around from the boiling kettle to find Kunikuzushi leaning against the kitchen counter with an unreadable expression. You blink a few times, slowly processing the sight of him. Kunikuzushi wore an oversized band shirt, dark ripped jeans, and silver chain-linked bracelets on his wrists, his eyes smudged with the remnants of dark eyeliner. Your heart drops within your chest, your attempts at avoiding Kunikuzushi have inevitably failed, and it didn't help that he looked effortlessly gorgeous, especially compared to your dishevelled state.

"I could ask you the same thing," you manage to respond, avoiding eye contact.

"I was busy finishing my oh-so-enjoyable group assignment. Now, what's your reason?"

Kunikuzushi straightened his posture, awaiting your answer, and you scrunched the hem of your sweatshirt between your palms out of nervousness.

"I couldn't sleep," you admit, which was a truthful answer in your defence.

"Why not?" Kunikuzushi quips back, moving closer to your figure.

"Uh- no reason," you stammer, taking a step back.

Kunikuzushi, now face to face with you, stares down at you with glassy eyes, a smirk creeping at the corners of his lips.

"You know, if you want something,"

Kunikuzushi pauses, ducking his head down, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"You can just ask for it,"

Heat aggressively spreads across your cheeks, the wetness pooling between your thighs is sure to have ruined your panties by now, whilst Kunikuzushi shoots a downright menacing smile your way. Your breathing becomes shallow as you find yourself considering Kunikuzushi's offer. The thought of returning to your room, miserably pent up and needy, was a horror your subconscious wasn't willing to face.

"Then, will you kiss me?" you blurt out against your own will.

Kunikuzushi laughs airily while you smack your hand against your mouth in shock at your unfiltered behaviour.

"Thought you'd never ask," Kunikuzushi responds, his eyes glossy with want.

Kunikuzushi snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and your hands crash against his chest with the unexpectant change of position. Despite the intimate occurrences a few nights ago, you'd never been this close to Kunikuzushi. At this proximity, you could faintly smell the vanilla of his body wash and see the shine and softness of his deep violet hair and eyelashes. Noticing your state of entrancement, Kunikuzushi tilts your chin up with his index and forefinger.

"Don't get distracted now," he teases.

Closing the distance between each other, Kunikuzushi presses his lips against yours, the warmth of his soft lips sending you into a trance. The kiss is slow and gentle, accompanied by the vague scent of cherry lip product. Kunikuzushi pulls away reluctantly, pressing his forehead against your own, his embrace around your waist remaining secure.

"I'm going to kiss you again," he says, his voice merely a whisper.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you nod slowly, face flushed and warm with desire.

"Just relax," Kunikuzushi continues to soothe.

Time and time again, Kunikuzushi seemed to be able to read you like an open book. Sensing your nervousness, your hesitation, your anticipation, your arousal. You were frustrated you couldn't say the same thing about yourself. Kunikuzushi remains unpredictable and unreadable. There was only one thing that you knew for a fact due to the way the pupils of his slender eyes dilated, the way his grip constricted around your waist, and the way his warm, hastened breath grazed against the shell of your ear.

Kunikuzushi wanted to ruin you.

Lips crashing against your own, Kunikuzushi envelops you with a kiss of all teeth and tongue. The wet noise of his tongue invading your mouth is beyond lewd. Relaxing your mouth, you allow his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth, the flat of his tongue pressing against the roof of your mouth and coaxing a whimper to spill from your throat. Kunikuzushi smiles against your lips, the heat of his mouth intoxicating, and a wave of lightheadedness washes over you, a result of both pleasure and a lack of oxygen. Kunikuzushi pulls away to allow you to catch your breath, his lips instantly latching onto the junction between your neck and shoulder. Your head lolls to the side, a high-pitched whine echoing throughout the kitchen as he suckles unforgivingly at your flesh, teeth digging possessively into your skin and forming a deep red mark.

"Come to my room," Kunikuzushi breathes out, arousal clawing at his restraint.

"I'll make you feel good again, so good that you'll forget you had trouble sleeping in the first place," he pleads, and archons above did he look beautiful needy.

"Ok," you respond whilst wrapping your arms around Kunikuzushi's neck to pull him closer.

Kunikuzushi feverishly hooks his arms underneath your thighs and hoists you up, your legs instinctively locking around his waist, your core pressing against the bulge at his crotch. Kunikuzushi groans quietly, carrying you over to his room as a distraction from the noises spilling from his lips.

Kunikuzushi's room is dimly lit. Grey bedsheets on a neatly done bed, a crisp white desk with organised stacks of music, a musical instrument of some sort packed in a shiny black leather case at the corner of his room. The walls were completely empty, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't expect band posters to cover the walls.

Gently, Kunikuzushi settles you onto the edge of his bed, his fingertips reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt.

"Wait,"

Kunikuzushi's hands instantly drop from your sweatshirt, and he drops down next to you on the bed.

"You want to stop? Is everything alright?"

You're heart leaps within your chest. Despite being so obviously desperately aroused, he dropped everything with one simple word.

"No, it's not that," you stand up from your place on the bed and position yourself in front of his seated form.

"I-I want to make you feel good today," you blush.

"I might not be very good at it though, so you have to tell me if it doesn't feel good," you murmur, pressing your hands against his thighs.

"Is that ok, Kuni?"

Kunikuzushi stares at you with blown-out eyes, his face alarmingly hot and red from the unexpectant offer and the use of the nickname you'd decided upon giving him. He nods, and you smile softly, reaching for the hem of his band shirt.

"Is it ok... if I take this off?"

"You don't have to ask. You can do whatever you want to me tonight. I want you to," the words are soft-spoken and breathy, your heart clenching within your chest.

With a flush movement, Kunikuzushi pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. Your eyes widen at the sight before you. Kunikuzushi had a delicate figure, toned muscle rippling across his pale abdomen, but what truthfully caught your attention were the silver piercings on his rosy nipples.

Tenderly your fingertips brush over Kunikuzushi's shoulders, your lips pressing gentle kisses to his neck and collarbones. Your fingertips travel across his chest, making contact with the cool silver of his nipple piercings, Kunikuzushi shuddering with the contact. Captivated by his reactions, you pass your tongue over a jewelled nipple, gently rolling the unoccupied nipple between your fingertips and Kunikuzushi whines with sensitivity.

"You like them?" Kunikuzushi asks, swallowing back a whimper.

"They're pretty," you answer quietly, swapping your mouth to the opposite nipple.

Watching Kunikuzushi become so pliant at your hands causes the heat coiling at your core to increase tenfold, slick pooling between your thighs and soaking the thin fabric of your panties. Leaving his nipples behind reddened and sensitive, you work the garments off Kunikuzushi's lower body. You bite your lower lip as this length springs up against his abdomen, flushed red, the tip swollen and leaky with precum.

"You don't have to do this," Kunikuzushi says as you drop to your knees.

"I want to," you respond, wrapping your fingertips around the base of his thick girth.

Kunikuzushi's hips jut at the sudden simulation, and your mind feels hazy as you salivate over his cock. Kunikuzushi had such a delicate, slender body, yet his cock was dauntingly thick and lengthy with a slight curve. The thought of stuffing it down your throat or, dare say it, having it fill your cunt entirely had your pussy walls clenching desperately around nothing.

Biting back your hesitation, you press your lips to the tip of his cock, your tongue running messily across the slit of his engorged head to lap up the dripping precum and spread it down his length.

"Hah- have you done this before?" Kunikuzushi suddenly asks, his gaze fixated on your kneeling form.

You shake your head in response, relaxing your jaw and slowly taking in as much of Kunikuzushi's length as possible.

Kunikuzushi moans out at the feeling of your hot wet mouth around him, a hand tangling itself into your hair yet remaining slack, allowing you to have all the control you needed.

"Then why- ngh," Kunikuzushi struggles to form sentences as you lay your tongue on the underside of his cock and begin to suck him off.

"Why are you so- hah,"

You pull away after a few moments, catching your breath.

"I'm inexperienced, not oblivious," you answer with a half-lidded gaze, drool dripping lewdly from the corners of your mouth.

"Those damn books," Kunikuzushi retorts, admiring your debauched face with a smirk.

You narrow your eyes at his remark before shoving Kunikuzushi's cock down to the hilt of your mouth, coaxing a loud unexpectant moan to spill from his lips. Relaxing your jaw, you move your mouth back and forth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, and you fight against your gag reflex, adamant about bringing Kunikuzushi to completion. Your tongue slides in tandem across the underside of his length, melting the last of Kunikuzushi's restraint as he resorts to bucking his hips against your face, lost entirely to pleasure.

"I'm close," Kunikuzushi hisses out.

Nails digging into his thighs, you relax your throat and take him deeper.

"Fuck y/n, I'm going to cum," he moans out and the sound of your name being lewdly called forces you to press your thighs together in a futile attempt to alleviate the building pressure at your core.

With a final groan and call of your name, Kunikuzushi cums fast and hard, thick white ropes of cum spilling into your mouth, and you quickly swallow the salty, bitter liquid as it fills your mouth. Finally pulling away with a gasp, Kunikuzushi looks down at you with glazed eyes and a heaving chest, he was so beautiful that it felt unfair you had access to such a sight.

"You really are going to drive me crazy," he murmurs lowly, reaching for your waist and throwing you backside down onto his bed.

You blink hazily, distracted by the blooming markings you'd created across Kunikuzushi's collarbones. Was it bad that you liked that they were so visible, that others would notice the markings and assume Kunikuzushi was taken by a lover?

"Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me?" Kunikuzushi asks, bringing you out of your dazed consciousness.

"Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to barge into your room that night and beg you to let me fuck you," he continues to babble.

Your cheeks are hot, and your heartbeat is erratic as you listen to Kunikuzushi's confession. You'd assumed that Kunikuzushi had considered you charity work in a sense, merely disgusted by the fact you'd never came with a partner and willing to provide you with the experience. But Kunikuzushi's admission of his desire affirmed that he wanted you too, that you made him feel good too.

The room falls silent as Kunikuzushi busies himself with discarding your sweatshirt and shorts, revealing a matching set of simple black lacey undergarments (it had been a gift from your friend Rosaria who had begged you to use it to your advantage).

"How pretty," Kunikuzushi coos, a grin spreading across his face as he revels at your natural curves hugged by the lacey garments.

Meticulously the pads of Kunikuzushi's fingertips flutter over your chest, discarding your bra and displaying your bare chest to him. Your nipples hardened with the cold temperature of the room, and Kunikuzushi gently warms them with the slow circular motions of his fingertips.

"Have you cum on someone's cock before?" Kunikuzushi asks sultrily, his hands trailing down your abdomen and towards your clothed heat.

"I think you know the answer to that," you murmur as Kunikuzushi cages your body between his arms.

"Hm, no, I don't think I know the answer. You'll have to tell me," he responds, pressing a sickly sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He was teasing you on purpose now, you think to yourself. He's eager to hear you admit your inexperience.

"Fine, no, I haven't cum on someone's… cock before," it feels humiliating to say, but the pleased look on Kunikuzushi's face makes it worth the humiliation.

"Don't be embarrassed," Kunikuzushi whispers as he slides off your panties and skews them aside.

"We're going to change that today,".

Kunikuzushi punctuates his claim by thrusting a digit into your cunt, which entered embarrassing easily, thanks to the absolutely soaking wet state of your heat.

"So wet, you're practically sucking me in. Have you been thinking about this?"

"It's not my fault," you whimper back.

Kunikuzushi envelops you with a messy kiss, a second digit slipping into your core, the pair of digits curling against your most sensitive spot, which he'd seemingly memorised. You moan into Kunikuzushi's mouth pathetically, your back arching and chest pressing into the cool silver of his nipple piercings. The pressure building at the pit of your stomach builds quickly, the room filling with wet noises and moans.

"One more finger for me, y/n," Kunikuzushi breathes as the kiss breaks apart.

"It won't fit," you babble.

"It will. It has too. Otherwise, I'll hurt you too much," Kunikuzushi implores whilst he pushes your hair back, wiping the thin layer of sweat off your forehead.

"That's absurd," you huff with another squeak.

"Just trust me, it won't hurt for long,"

Slowly a third digit slides into your tight cunt, slick dripping down Kunikuzushi's hand and across your thighs and his bedsheets. The pain of the stretch is undoubtedly there as you squirm within his hold, and Kunikuzushi presses his thumb to your clit to distract you from the pain. As the pain begins to subside, the full feeling within your core has you teary-eyed, and the gentle thrust of his digits brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"Close," you cry as Kunikuzushi maintains his pace.

To your dismay, Kunikuzushi withdraws his slick soaked hand, and the tears pooling in your eyes spill down your face in disarray. Kunikuzushi tenaciously laps the dripping slick from his fingertips, sucking lewdly on them to clean them before swiping the tears gently from your flushed, wet cheeks.

"You're doing so good," he praises as your impeding climax melts away from your reach.

Gently, Kunikuzushi spreads your shaky thighs apart further, positioning himself at your entrance. You shudder as you realise the sheer girth and length of his cock compared to your tight hole. Kunikuzushi revelled at his handy work; you were so wet, soft and open for him, your deprived gaze clawing at the restraint he'd been controlling so well the entire night.

"I'll go slow. If it hurts too much, I can stop,"

You nod your head, reaching for his forearms with shaky hands, Kunikuzushi shoots you a slightly confused gaze, and you bite back your pride.

"I want you closer, please," you say, averting your gaze.

Kunikuzushi's gaze is warm as he complies with your request pressing his hands against yours and allowing his chest to rest lightly against yours.

"Are you ready?" he asks, staring into your glassy eyes.

"Yes," you respond quietly.

Gradually Kunikuzushi pushes his cock through your entrance. You wince with pain as your lower abdomen fills, and the tight walls of your cunt stretch more than they've ever been before.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Kunikuzushi groans, his cock twitching for friction.

The pain of the initial stretch begins to subside after a few moments, and your body becomes more aware of how amazing it feels to be stuffed to the brim. A glance at the raised bump at your stomach, causing your pussy walls to flutter around Kunikuzushi's buried length.

"You can move," you say, and what was meant to be a statement of reassurance comes out pleading and feverish.

Wordlessly, Kunikuzushi thrusts a few times, slowly allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar sensation. The drag of his raw cock against your pussy walls is mind-meltingly good, hot pleasure rippling throughout your sensitive body.

"Feels good, go- faster," you moan out, attempting to coax Kunikuzushi into allowing his restraint to take a breather.

"I-I don't want to hurt you," Kunikuzushi groans, his hips stuttering.

"You're not going to break me," you huff with frustration.

"Just fuck me properly, Kuni," you whine, eager to chase the previous orgasm you'd lost again.

Kunikuzushi's eyes widen, and you swear you feel him grow from within as the last of his restraint dissolves. Kunikuzushi thrusts harshly, knocking the wind from your lungs, drawing his cock out so only the tip remains engulfed within your warmth before slamming back in.

"You shouldn't feel this perfect around me," Kunikuzushi moans, his thrusts forming a harsh rhythmic pace.

"I'll get addicted to you, to how good you taste and feel," he groans, his mouth latching onto an exposed nipple, teeth grazing across the bud of sensitivity.

Releasing his grip against your hands, they travelled down to your hips, angling them slightly upwards off the bed. The new angle allows Kunikuzushi's cock to hit even deeper, and a loud cry erupts from your throat as the tip of his length slams against your most sensitive spot, something that has never been simulated with a cock before.

"There, there, there," you plead mindlessly, your arms flying around Kunikuzushi's neck.

An arm unconsciously wraps around your waist to keep you stable, Kunikuzushi continuing to abuse the sensitive spot he'd discovered over and over.

"Ahh, ngh, mhh," your lewd moans fill the room alongside the wet snapping of Kunikuzushi's hips against your cunt.

The familiar pleasurable pressure you'd lost before was quickly building once more, and you had to fight the urge not to sob with the sheer pleasure causing havoc for your sensitive body.

Kunikuzushi captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his teeth pinching at your bottom lip with fervour, and you chase after the kiss licking and moaning into his hot mouth. Distracted by the captivating mess of smudged lipstick you'd created across Kunikuzushi's mouth, the free hand holding your thighs wide apart releases in favour of circling slow, punishing circles over your swollen clit. Your back arches, the coil at the pit of your abdomen taunt with pressure, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Kuni, close, close," you whine.

"Fuck, I'm close too. Where do you-"

"Inside, it's safe,"

Kunikuzushi moans loudly. He didn't want to admit that the idea of pumping you with sticky seed, his release messily dripping across your thighs, had pushed him even closer to the edge of his climax.

"Fuck, please, Kuni, please,"

Kunikuzushi's hips snap ruthlessly, the digits at your clit pressing down harshly, their pace increasing to rub quick circles over your raw clit.

"Go on cum on my cock for me, y/n,"

With an ear-shattering cry of the name 'Kuni', you reach your climax, the unexplainable waves of sheer pleasure turning your vision white as your back arches and you pulse and cum around Kunikuzushi's cock, thick white slick spilling from your plugged hole and dripping across your thighs and Kunikuzushi's cock. Despite being half-unconscious, you attentively pinch at Kunikuzushi's jewelled nipples, pulling him into a frantic kiss as he topples over the precipice of his climax.

"AHhh- archons, y/n," Kunikuzushi calls your name out as if it were a mantra, the sensation of thick, hot, white cum filling your stuffed insides, and your head lolling back as you become overstimulated.

As you finally come down from your climax, Kunikuzushi pulls out slowly before collapsing beside you on the bed, a pornographic mixture of his cum and your slick leaking from the swollen lips of your pussy, across your thighs and onto the bed sheets.

"Is sex usually this exhausting," you mumble after a few minutes of silence, fighting against your consciousness to stay awake.

"If it's good sex, then yes," Kunikuzushi responds boldly, standing up and disappearing from your line of sight.

Kunikuzushi returns shortly with a warm, wet towel, using it to wipe the mess between your legs before throwing on a pair of loose shorts and returning to your side.

"Here," Kunikuzushi passes you the band shirt he was wearing previously, and you toss it over your head, the oversized fit thankfully covering your lower areas.

You turn to your side to find Kunikuzushi covering you carefully with his bed sheets, sliding beside you. Truthfully, you'd expected him to kick you out of his room once the deed was done, but instead, he was shuffling closer to you, close enough to hear his steady breathing against the shell of his ear.

"What instrument do you play?"

Kunikuzushi stares at you inquisitively, but his face softens after a few moments as you wait patiently for his answer.

"Violin," he responds, pointing to the shiny leather case in the corner of the room.

"It suits you," you mumble pleasingly.

"Suits me? I can't say I've heard anyone say that before," he scoffs back.

"The violin is a gentle instrument, just like you," you continue, not realising how overly observant you sounded.

"You think I'm gentle?" Kunikuzushi pries further.

You nod your head before dragging his hand to your side of the bed, brushing your fingertips over his knuckles.

"You have pretty hands too, hands fit to play the violin," you continue laying them back on the bed.

The room falls silent for a moment, and your consciousness begins slipping away.

"I'll play for you one day," Kunikuzushi exclaims, reviving your consciousness.

"The violin, I mean, I'll play you something good, the best violin you've ever heard," he announces and Kunikuzushi's blushing face is nothing but a sight to behold.

"I think I'd like that," you respond quietly.

Kunikuzushi once again shuffles around, and you can't help but worry that your presence is making him uncomfortable.

"Am I making you uncomfortable? I can go if you'd like," you blurt, meeting his piercing eyes.

"No, no, I'm just... cold," he mumbles.

"Cold?"

"Yeah, I get cold at night. I know what can help though," Kunikuzushi, without warning, wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close to his chest, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck.

"Much warmer," he sighs with satisfaction.

"That's a weird way to tell someone you want to cuddle," you giggle, noticing his terrible acting.

"Shut up,"

You sigh before tangling a hand into his violet locks, your free arm wrapping around Kunikuzushi's body to keep him close. It was a comforting thing to fall asleep tangled with another, one that you could get used to...

-BONUS- GINGER: where the hell were you last night?? we were meant to finish the group project idiot

KUNIKUZUSHI: something came up, it's not like we would have even done anything

GINGER: what is 'something', it must be interesting if you won't outright tell me

KUNIKUZUSHI: it's nothing interesting, just focus on your pretty little history major, i'm such a good friend giving you more opportunities to go see him <3

GINGER: excuse you, that 'little history major' has a name

KUNIKUZUSHI: forgive me, i meant to say ZhOnGlI

GINGER: don't think you distracted me i know something is going on, and i will find out eventually

KUNIKUZUSHI: yeah, yeah knock yourself out ginger

[oviraptoridae]

research & development is ongoing

since using jukebox for sampling material on albedo, i've been increasingly interested in ethically using ai as a tool to incorporate more into my own artwork. recently i've been experimenting with "commoncanvas", a stable diffusion model trained entirely on works in the creative commons. though i do not believe legality and ethics are equivalent, this provides me peace of mind that all of the training data was used consensually through the terms of the creative commons license. here's the paper on it for those who are curious! shoutout to @reachartwork for the inspiration & her informative posts about her process!

part 1: overview

i usually post finished works, so today i want to go more in depth & document the process of experimentation with a new medium. this is going to be a long and image-heavy post, most of it will be under the cut & i'll do my best to keep all the image descriptions concise.

for a point of reference, here is a digital collage i made a few weeks ago for the album i just released (shameless self promo), using photos from wikimedia commons and a render of a 3d model i made in blender:

and here are two images i made with the help of common canvas (though i did a lot of editing and post-processing, more on that process in a future post):

more about my process & findings under the cut, so this post doesn't get too long:

quick note for my setup: i am running this model locally on my own machine (rtx 3060, ubuntu 23.10), using the automatic1111 web ui. if you are on the same version of ubuntu as i am, note that you will probably have to build python 3.10.6 yourself (and be sure to use 'make altinstall' instead of 'make install' and change the line in the webui to use 'python3.10' instead of 'python3'. just mentioning this here because nobody else i could find had this exact problem and i had to figure it out myself)

part 2: initial exploration

all the images i'll be showing here are the raw outputs of the prompts given, with no retouching/regenerating/etc.

so: commoncanvas has 2 different types of models, the "C" and "NC" models, trained on their database of works under the CC Commercial and Non-Commercial licenses, respectively (i think the NC dataset also includes the commercial license works, but i may be wrong). the NC model is larger, but both have their unique strengths:

"a cat on the computer", "C" model

"a cat on the computer", "NC" model

they both take the same amount of time to generate (17 seconds for four 512x512 images on my 3060). if you're really looking for that early ai jank, go for the commercial model. one thing i really like about commoncanvas is that it's really good at reproducing the styles of photography i find most artistically compelling: photos taken by scientists and amateurs. (the following images will be described in the captions to avoid redundancy):

"grainy deep-sea rover photo of an octopus", "NC" model. note the motion blur on the marine snow, greenish lighting and harsh shadows here, like you see in photos taken by those rover submarines that scientists use to take photos of deep sea creatures (and less like ocean photography done for purely artistic reasons, which usually has better lighting and looks cleaner). the anatomy sucks, but the lighting and environment is perfect.

"beige computer on messy desk", "NC" model. the reflection of the flash on the screen, the reddish-brown wood, and the awkward angle and framing are all reminiscent of a photo taken by a forum user with a cheap digital camera in 2007.

so the noncommercial model is great for vernacular and scientific photography. what's the commercial model good for?

"blue dragon sitting on a stone by a river", "C" model. it's good for bad CGI dragons. whenever i request dragons of the commercial model, i either get things that look like photographs of toys/statues, or i get gamecube type CGI, and i love it.

here are two little green freaks i got while trying to refine a prompt to generate my fursona. (i never succeeded, and i forget the exact prompt i used). these look like spore creations and the background looks like a bryce render. i really don't know why there's so much bad cgi in the datasets and why the model loves going for cgi specifically for dragons, but it got me thinking...

"hollow tree in a magical forest, video game screenshot", "C" model

"knights in a dungeon, video game screenshot", "C" model

i love the dreamlike video game environments and strange CGI characters it produces-- it hits that specific era of video games that i grew up with super well.

part 3: use cases

if you've seen any of the visual art i've done to accompany my music projects, you know that i love making digital collages of surreal landscapes:

(this post is getting image heavy so i'll wrap up soon)

i'm interested in using this technology more, not as a replacement for my digital collage art, but along with it as just another tool in my toolbox. and of course...

... this isn't out of lack of skill to imagine or draw scifi/fantasy landscapes.

thank you for reading such a long post! i hope you got something out of this post; i think it's a good look into the "experimentation phase" of getting into a new medium. i'm not going into my post-processing / GIMP stuff in this post because it's already so long, but let me know if you want another post going into that!

good-faith discussion and questions are encouraged but i will disable comments if you don't behave yourselves. be kind to each other and keep it P.L.U.R.

[faghubby]

A quick dip

"Come on its hot" My wife Jill pleaded. "No one is around" she starred to strip.

"Afraid someone will see your pretty panties?" Jill teased. I was but was also tock hard. I striped as well but kept looking around. We where in the middle of nowhere. It was our secret little spot off on a side trail. This beautiful little swimming hole.

"Leave your underwear on" Jill smiled as she she waited in her simple white cotton bra and panties. I stood in my pink lace bra and full support panties thst held my throbbing cock tight. She guided me into the ice cold water. I lost my erection it was so cold. She kissed me her hands grabbing my ass.

"I am so proud of you" she wispered. I went to grab her breasts.

"No, I am in charge" she smiled lifting me in the water I wrapped my legs around her. "That's right you are the girl in your pretty panties" she laughed. As she kissed me. Suddenly we heard yelling and people jumping in the water from the rocks above. I panicked but Jill held me tight.

"Don't worry, it's about time you got exposed alittle. Besides I know you secretly want to" Jill said her hand reaching between us she rub my soft dick. It was way to cold to get hard. Instead she led me back to shore. The kids looked to be a bunch of collage age. Not that we where old. I was 29 and Jill 27. The guys all stopped.

"Look at that guy" I heard one yell.

"Baby, you need a man. I got a big cock for you" another yelled at Jill. A third guy appeared in front of us by our clothes.

"Nice swimsuits" he smiled.

"Thanks, I like yours too" Jill said obviously flirting.

"Jill" I wimpered.

"Baby, look we talked about this" she told me patting my ass. She let go of my hand and stepped closer to him.

"I'm Jill. This is my husband Paula" she told him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. That was all it took his hands unhooked her bra. Her perfect c cups standing straight out nipples hard as rocks either from the cold water or excitement. I just stood there trying to hide. As Jill pulled his swim trunks down.

"Paul, look at the size of his real cock" Jill said holding him in her hand. The other two guys made thier way over.

"Are you all going to fuck me, Paula here would rather be my girlfriend" she told them. As she dropped to her knees and took the first guys cock in her mouth. The other two wasted no time removing her wet panties. One got behind her and shoved his cock into her.

"Does your bitch suck cock as well as you do?" The first guy asked. Jill stopped and looked back at me.

"She is a virgin" she told them. "Never had a real man" was terrified but my dick was again throbbing in my panties.

"How about it" the last guy said standing in front of me he pushed on my shoulder. Shaking I knelt before him. He pulled out his hard cock. I wasn't sure what to do. But I leaned in and kissed his cock.

"It's okay take your time" he told me running his hand thru my hair. I looked over at Jill being split roasted moaning as the pounded away on her. She took the cock in her mouth down here throat. I turned back and tried to do what Jill always did to me. I sucked and licked the thick swollen head of his cock. As I heard Jill cum.

"Yes, God yes fuck me" she screamed as she jerked the other cock. The guy pulled out and shot his load all over her ass. She then stuffed the first cock back in her mouth. I focused on the cock in front of me.

"Damn this bitch is a tease" he moaned and grabbed my hair gagging me with his cock. He came in my mouth. Just as Jill made the first guy cum. She swallowed it all down. Then kissed me making me swallow the cum in my mouth.

"Thanks gentlemen" Jill smiled. Presenting her nude self. "Unless you want to go again?" She smiled. They just laughed and jumped back in the water. I went to rinse out my mouth.

"No baby, savor it your first cock" Jill teased rubbing me thru my panties she jumped in and rinsed off. The first guy swam uo behind her. Jill turned and he held her as he obviously fucked her in the water. I stood and watched. I wanted to jerk off but got dressed instead. It took awhile till they broke thier embrace and Jill swam over to shore. She slipped on her shorts and top. Handing me her bra and panties to carry.

"You guys where great" Jill smiled as she led me back towards our car.

"I needed that" Jill told me grasping my arm tight.

"You sucked his cock, did you like it. What am I saying of course you did" she teased. "Let's go home I'll fuck you like a slut too"

[jake-g-lockley]

City Lights (Steven Grant x reader)

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Warnings: mentions of Donna, Steven is too cute in this, I will swoon to death for that man A/N: So there was this boy, the best memories make the sharpest swords but I would like to turn any happy memory I have into something that you guys can enjoy. I love y'all <3 (P.s. Whatchu think of the lil collage I made ehehhehe)

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You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face as you stared longingly at the tall man in mismatched clothes who  stood hunched before a crying child. He kept a respectful distance but let the child cling onto his hand as the little boy sobbed for his mother. Steven Grant, the gift shoppist, produced a tiny plushie of Taweret from behind him. The hippo goddess seemed to bring the child a little peace as he started to sniff and rub his nose with the back of his hand. 

Steven tousled the child’s hair and started to tell him something. You didn’t need to hear what Steven was saying to know what he was telling the kid. As he knelt in front of the child, you were 100% sure he was telling him the story of the goddess Taweret as his hands started moving in animation. 

You averted your eyes just as you saw the kid’s mother hurrying towards him. Any longer and you would’ve either had two exploded ovaries or worse, you could’ve started drooling like a Saint Bernard all over the perfect polished floors of the museum. A few seconds later, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turn to see big tired eyes boring into yours, perfectly glinting in the dim lighting. You couldn’t help but smile at them, forcing yourself to tear your own away from them before you get lost in the deep chocolate goodness. “Hey.” the British drawl wrapped around you like a warm blanket. “Hey.” you smiled, blinking up at him. “So, uh, we're still up for dinner today love, or…?” Steven scratched the back of his neck as he leaned towards you, a timid smile gracing his beautiful face. “Of course, Steven.” you quickly say as your hand pats his strangely strong bicep. Steven’s timid smile grew suddenly confident as he flashed you his pearly whites, and you were sure that you might just topple over from the force of it. Instead you give him a big smile back and squeeze his bicep, taking a step away. You guys were not going on a date, it was just the ordinary weekly dinner you had scheduled with Steven. You certainly didn’t look forward to the day, that's certainly why you didn’t check your phone about a hundred times to see what day it was over the past week. Your dinners with Steven were the best, it was so wonderful yet took so little effort. You both had found a little pizzeria down the road from the museum and it sold the most wonderful handcrafted pizza and had a great selection of wine (you were definitely a cocktail girl but you loved stealing wine from Steven). You gazed at the glow of the city lights as Steven chatted away about the stock issue that they were having in the museum. “I keep telling Donna that we don’t need to keep ordering the stupid sweets because the kids don’t actually like spending their penny on overpriced museum sweets anymore…love, am I boring you?” Steven suddenly said. You swore you turned bright red at his statement as you ripped your gaze away from the lights. “Steven! No, you’re not, I just got distracted. The lights, look! They look like fairy dust and everything seems so calm today.” You blabbered away and watch as a smile grew on Steven’s face. You frowned at Steven’s wine that he was swirling in his right hand. You bit your lip and when you looked back up at Steven’s face, you realised that he was already looking at you, his smile turning into a smug smirk. “I know you’re gonna ask for it, no matter how much you hate it.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You huff and reach out for the glass before bringing it up to your lips and taking a sip. Your eyes widened and Steven’s smirk became more pronounced. The wine you sipped tasted like no other. You had never tasted anything that went down so smooth before and you were weirdly delighted by it. “I asked for the more expensive kind today.” Steven said while he leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms and legs. “What's the occasion?” you asked curiously, raising your eyebrows as you carefully set the glass down on the table. “You’re right, today does seem a little more special.” Steven’s voice dropped an octave lower as his eyes now stared at the lights you were looking at moments ago. You rested your chin on the palms of your hands and stared longingly at Steven’s jaw and exposed neck. You wondered what it would be like to wake up in the morning with your face in his neck, breathing in his familiar comforting scent, legs entangled, your hands brushing his soft fluffy curls. You long to press soft kisses on his sharp jaw, you long to see marks blossom on the nape of his beautiful neck, but most importantly, you longed for his presence. 

As the night progressed, you too ordered a glass of wine as you didn’t want to keep stealing Steven’s. Your head was swimming happily and you had no thoughts or worries, the only thing running through your brain was how pretty the man in front of you was. You were intoxicated with how the light in the restaurant casted a glow on Steven that made him more ethereal than usual. You never knew how pretty someone could look like but you also knew that his kindness was the prettiest part of him. He was the most genuine person you knew and you were positive that he did not have a bad bone in his body. His heart was so pure that you just wanted to hold it, protect it. But Steven Grant was so perfect that he healed something of yours that he never broke. Now Steven and you were walking along the river Thames and trying not to giggle as you helped to steady each other. “Can’t believe you paid the bill when I thought you ran off to the bathroom.” You gently slapped his bicep and hiccuped. “I am a gentleman.” Steven tilted his chin up with a huff which made you giggle. Now what you didn’t notice was how hard Steven was straining to not kiss you silly as he watched you hang onto him like a baby koala. He had always wanted to kiss you, your beautiful smile the first thing that pops up in his head in the morning since the day that he met you. He tried to listen as you babbled away about your friend’s boyfriend issues but he was just intoxicated by the animated way your hands would move as you talked away without a fear of the world. Not too long later, you slumped on a bench and pulled Steven down with you. A strong breeze huffed through the air, which made you shiver and shift closer to Steven, which he didn’t mind. You turned to look at him and he was already looking at you, his face illuminated by the city lights and you thought he looked nothing more than an angel in disguise. In a moment of uninhibited courage, you suddenly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Steven's lips, your heart pounding with both excitement and fear. To your surprise, Steven's response was not one of shock or hesitation, but of eager reciprocation, as he pulled you closer with a tenderness that took your breath away as you gasped into his mouth. His lips were so soft and you could taste the pizza and wine you just had as your hand rested and caressed his jaw. You pulled away and smiled the second Steven’s face came into view. He had a dopey smile on his face that made your heart skip a few beats as you searched his eyes. 

"What took us so long to do that?" you whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from his.

"Wanted to wait for the right time, my love" Steven murmured, his voice soft and tender as he rested his forehead against yours.

In that moment, amidst the quiet of the night and the wine-induced haze, you knew that kissing Steven was definitely the best decision you had ever made in your life. You sighed and kissed Steven’s cheek before leaning your head on his shoulder, admiring the city lights that blossomed along with your love for him. 

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[averys-nightmare-zone]

since landing is closing down soon, i decided to take a quick break from SUPERSTRUCTURE (although i will be back don't you worry two fans) and made some fashion moodboards for the 14 fears from the magnus archives to accompany this post there will be some notes and insight on each collage under the cut.

the buried: the buried was really underutilized in the podcast imo. some of my favorite episodes revolved around the buried like lost john's cave and we all ignore the pit. i really hope this did it justice since jonny sims did not.

the corruption: oh my god this one was so hard to make. my google search history is full of terms like "bug infested dress", "moldy clothing" and "yucky fashion" the corruption girlies really seemed to like my last post so i felt obligated to get it right. i think i did okay.

the dark: making a black on black collage look decent is really hard 😭 I was originally going to go victorian for this one but ended up doing nu goth instead since I thought victorian fit a lot better with the end.

the desolation: this is one of my favorites. there's somthing so satisfying about combining ashy greys and black with orange it just tickles my brain. other than that, i don't really have any notes

the end: as mentioned earlier, i went with victorian mourning wear for the end. i mean queen victoria herself was in mourning and only wore black for forty years. that era is so synonymous with death it only felt fair to work its customs and fashion into my end board.

the eye: eye avatars are legally required to wear academic fashion. it just comes with the job description. i don't make the rules. have fun being jonathan sims

the flesh: this one really took me down a rabbit hole. first:, i could only find those anti-vegan shirts that your unemployed uncle wears to the family barbecue and then i came across this fashion designer and spent like an hour on her shop trying to figure out how she got her clothes to look like that. after that it took me another two hours to find all of the accessories. pinterest has been both my best friend and worst enemy over the course of this project.

the hunt: i am so sorry the supernatural gas leakage returned to my home when i made this and I age regressed into being 15 again. when i was making this i pictured it more as the trevor and julia flavor of the hunt instead of say, daisy. god breast america.

the lonely: this one was pretty easy to make once i got a handle on the color scheme. the aesthetic of the lonely has always striken me as a romanticization of the melancholy. think wanderer above the sea of fog. So i gave this one all the things i would romantasize about my life at my loneliest, which is why there's a teacup and a heart locket. the book was also a part of that, but it also doubles as a recreation of a leitner by theponderingalpaca on reddit.

the slaughter: yeah yeah i know the slaughter is supposed to be about war as well as murder, but forgive me for not making a fashion collage about military uniforms. that's really boring. i had just watched woodstock '99 before i made this though and decided to go more for that angry punk/metalhead fashion that korn was wearing in that concert. them and limp biskit are the closest we'll ever get to irl grifters bone.

the spiral: i made this moodboard twice. i know its crazy that the fear meant to represent insanity is hard to pin down, but i think i did it better the second time around. the first one read too much as regular kidcore/decora for my taste.

the stranger: i had to do this one last. i could not for the life of me figure out how to make a circus/uncanny fashion board without just doing clown fashion. i'm still not entirely sure how i feel about how it turned out, but at least the masks are cool.

the vast: vast avatars rise up!! this is a mike crew fan blog and i only wanted to base the fashion around him. he's in the top three list of guys i'm autistic about with elliott stardew valley and daniel powell from archive 81.

the web: not much to say here except if you are a web avatar you have to wear a cunty dress. it is simply non negotiable

thank you to @artmadval for giving me the idea to do this with your amazing fashion archives art, along with everyone else who went through all my yapping to get here. love yall!

[upswnel]

— gojo satoru x reader, academic rivals, mutual pining-ish, collage au! sukuna is a soccer player :D

the late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the university campus, stretching shadows across the grassy lawn where you and gojo sat. the peaceful surroundings were in stark contrast to the tension crackling between you. books and notes were scattered around, but the real focus was on the unspoken competition between you two.

gojo, reclining with his white hair catching the sunlight, pushed his sunglasses down slightly to get a better look at you. "you know, for someone who talks a big game, you're taking an awfully long time with that problem," gojo teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

you shot him a glare, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "and for someone who claims to be a genius, you sure spend a lot of time worrying about what I'm doing, satoru."

he chuckled, shifting slightly to face you. "it's not worry; it's amusement. watching you struggle is surprisingly entertaining."

"maybe if you spent more time on your own work instead of trying to distract me, you'd actually beat me in something for once."

"oh, please," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "i let you win sometimes. it’s more fun to watch you gloat."

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you said, your tone sharp, the competitive edge between you as evident as ever.

for a moment, the two of you lapsed into silence, both pretending to focus on your work but the tension was thick, and you decided it was time to stir the pot a little.

“by the way, sukuna asked me out.”

gojo’s smirk faltered, and he sat up straighter, “sukuna? the soccer guy? you said yes?”

“why not?” you replied, keeping your tone casual, almost dismissive. “he’s got that athlete charm, you know...”

gojo’s expression darkened, a mix of surprise and irritation flashing in his eyes. “and you’re really going to go out with him?”

you tilted your head slightly, intrigued by his reaction. “why do you act like you have a problem with it?” it's safe to say you were... satisfied with his reaction.

he hesitated, his usual confidence giving way to frustration. “i just didn’t think you’d be into someone like him.”

“someone like him?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah,” gojo continued, his voice growing more tense. “sukuna’s… well, he’s all about sports, right? i mean it's not like it's a bad thing but he’s not exactly known for his intellectual abilities. i just didn’t think that’s the kind of person you’d go for.”

you couldn’t help but smirk, sensing the frustration behind his words. “so, what? everyone likes athlethic guys. you’re saying i should only go out with... nerds?”

he ran a hand through his hair, clearly annoyed. “no, that’s not what i meant. it’s just… you’re always pushing yourself, always aiming high. i figured you’d be more into someone who could keep up with you in that way.”

you looked thoughtful for a moment, as if considering his words. “well, i think he could, it's just the difference of the fields. but then again, who knows? sometimes, plans change.”

gojo frowned, trying to make sense of what you were hinting at. “plans change? what, like you might suddenly decide you’re not interested in going out with him?”

you shrugged, glancing at him with a knowing look. “maybe. if something more interesting comes up.”

“something more interesting?” he repeated, trying to connect the dots. “like… what?”

you toyed with a blade of grass, keeping your tone light. “oh, i don’t know. depends on the offer.”

he narrowed his eyes, clearly deep in thought. then, suddenly, a look of realization crossed his face. “wait… are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

you looked up at him with feigned innocence. “well... what are you thinking?”

your eyes met, a challenge in his gaze. “i’m not saying it first.”

“neither am I,” you shot back, crossing your arms as if to double down.

for a moment, you both sat there, staring each other down, each waiting for the other to crack.

“what? afraid to say it?” you taunted, raising an eyebrow.

he scoffed, leaning back as if to make a point. “me? afraid? please. i just don’t want to give you the satisfaction.”

“oh, so you’d rather sit here and sulk because you can’t admit it?” you shot back, your voice rising.

“sulk?” he repeated, his tone incredulous. “you’re the one playing mind games here!”

“maybe I am,” you said, leaning in, “but it looks like i'm winning.”

gojo's eye almost twitched, his jaw tightening, “winning? you think this is some kind of game?”

“isn’t it always?” you countered, your eyes gleaming with challenge.

“fine,” he snapped, leaning in close, his eyes locked on yours. “you want me to say it? are you that desperate for it?”

“you’re the one who’s desperate and put off by the mention of sukuna's name,” you retorted, refusing to back down. “you just can’t admit it.”

“admit what? that you’d rather spend time with me than go out with him?” his voice was sharp, but there was a hint of vulnerability beneath it.

you paused, the sudden shift in his tone catching you off guard. but you quickly recovered, crossing your arms defiantly. “if that’s what you think, then say it.”

he stared at you, frustration boiling over, before finally letting out an exasperated sigh. “okay, fine. would you like to play chess... with me rather than going out with him? there, I said it.”

you couldn’t resist a satisfied smile as you stood up, gathering your things. “well, if you’re that desperate for my company…”

gojo playfully rolled his eyes, though the frustration in his voice was now mixed with something more reluctant. “yeah, yeah, just don’t think I’m letting you win.”

as you walked away together, the tension between you had shifted slightly. the rivalry was still there, as sharp and competitive as ever, but underneath it was a mutual recognition that you both enjoyed this back-and-forth more than either of you would admit. and as he watched you out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of frustration and satisfaction, knowing that you’d gotten under his skin in a way that no one else could.

[duxearlier]

A RACE TO YOUR HEART

< wanderer x reader x kazuha >

Summery: Its the end of collage and start of summer. Wanderer and y/n started to plan their summer and how they will spend it. Though those plans change after the big argument. Ignoring eachother, y/n's life started to go downhill more and more and wanting to get away from the big city, they run away to old town where they meet kaehedara kazuha. After spending some time with him, they realize that the male likes them more then friends though to make things complicated, They have a crush on their childhood friend, wanderer. It’s up to them to figure out if they will accept Kazuha's feelings or decline it and go back to Scaramouche.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, yelling, bullying.

Genre: collage au, childhood friends, triangle love, drama, angst, strangers to lovers.

Taglist: open

< ending two is here! I hope you guys enjoy it! We got one more chapter and then it’s done! Thank you guys for the amount of support on these. With that, I hope you enjoy the chapter and look forward to the last chapter that should be up later this week! >

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN || ENDING TWO

<chapter seventeen || materlist || chapter nineteen>

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y/n stared at him in shock. Wanderer likes them..no loved them and seemed like he hid it very well. This was a shock, a surprise and something that they never ever would have happened, not in millions of years. “You love me?? Since when I-“ they paused, trying to gather their thoughts. “I’ve liked you about 2 year” he cuts them off, making them even more shocked. “2 years..” that sounded unbelievable Thats for sure. Especially with how he mean sometimes he can get.. well he’s mean all the time but that’s not the point.

There was heavy silence between them, wanderer looking anywhere but y/n as they took a deep breath “look I-“ they trail off, biting their lower lip and this hesitation told wanderer everything he needs to know “you don’t like me” he stared, turning to look at them as he took a step back, giving them some space, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at them. y/n took a deep breath “I see you as just a friend, best friend..” they trail off, rubbin their arm slightly “im sorry, I really am..we can stay as best friends?” y/n trailed off, frowning a bit. Still, they didn’t want to ruin their friendship by this, though then again, wanderer might need some space and y/n wouldn’t mind giving him that.

“..yeah whatever” he grumbled as he took another step back as he looked away. Honestly, part of him kinda knew that they wouldn’t like him, of course just see him as a friend. After a few more seconds of silence he spoke up “you have a crush on him right?” He asked as he glanced at y/n for a second and just as y/n was about to speak up he once again interrupted them “never mind, don’t tell me, I don’t wanna know” he grumbled. He huffed as he sat down on the bed.

y/n stared at him, fiddling with their shirt before letting out a sigh “I’ll be going then. Join the others” they spoke, glancing at him for a moment before leaving the room.

Instead of joining the others, they once again went outside to collect their own thoughts, trying to figure out what just happened. So wanderer confessed and has liked them for 2 whole years. They never ever would have guessed but y/n never ever thought of wanderer like that, just as their best friend. Especially how can they be together? They weren’t sure if they would make a good couple, they weren’t sure if they would even last that long.

“everytime I step outside I run into you” a voice spoke up making y/n jump, glancing over their shoulder and seeing Kazuha “oh- hi Kazuha..” they gave him a weak smile as he sat down next to them “everything okay?” He asked softly as y/n looked away, staring up at the sky. “I.. I’ll be fine I think” they spoke soflty “what did wanderer want? If you don’t mind me asking..I mean he kinda interrupted us” he spoke, joking lightly making y/n chuckle a bit. “Well we just talked” they spoke, not wanting to mention that wanderer confessed.

Kazuha nodded as he turned to look at y/n staring at them for a moment before gently reaching over.

y/n’s cheeks turned pink as Kazuha lightly placed a hand on their cheek, turning their head toward him, giving them a light smile. They stared at each other , y/n’s cheeks pink. “You’re so pretty” Kazuha mumbled, rubbing their cheek gently, placing both hands onto their cheeks, holding y/n’s face gently. “Well you’re quite handsome yourself” they whisper softly , biting their lower lip as they couldn't help but lean into his touch.

“Why thank you” Kazuha chuckled, leaning closer a bit, rubbing their cheeks gently as y/n let out a soft breaths, they were so close, their noises practically touching as they stared at each other . “Can I?” He whispered soflty, rubbing their cheeks gently as y/n stared at him before nodding their head. Without hesitation, Kazuha pressed their lips together in a soft kiss, both of them melting into the kiss.

y/n couldn't believe that this is happening. First wanderer confessed and now Kazuha but.. now they were kissing him and they get butterflies in their stomach. No doubt, that their face is red, for sure.

After few seconds, Kazuha pulled back, pressing their foreheads together, smiling at them “I like you so much” he mumbled, rubbing their cheeks gently “so so much, I might be a bit selfish, just wanting to kiss you over and over again” he mumbled, pressing a quick press to y/n’s lips making them let out a soft noise, cheeks pink “mhm…is that so?” y/n mumbled, blushing as they wrap their arms around his neck, staring up at Kazuha.

“I might allow that” they mumble, staring up at him, seeing Kazuha smiling at them like that, making their heart flutter “mhm, then I have no problem doing it” Kazuha chuckled as he leans down to kiss them, once more. This time, the kiss lasted longer, Kazuha moving his hands to place his hands into their waists, pulling them closer.

For a moment, they were just lost in eachother, lost in the kiss until “Ahhh- sorry sorry-“ a panicked voices spoke up, making them break apart,turning to the door where Collei stood, flustered. y/n couldn't help but turn pink, shuffling as they cleared their throat “uh. Did you need something collei?” They ask softly, trying to push past the awkward situation. “Well uhm- we were about to play a game and we wanted everyone to join” she explained, obviously still feeling awkward about what she just saw.

“We’ll be there in a moment, give us a moment” Kazuha pipes in making Collei nod her head before turning and going back inside

y/n took a breath, leaning against the other male As Kazuha chuckled “guess we gotta go” he spoke softly as he glanced at them “ you okay?” He asked as y/n nod their head softly “mhm, just feeling a bit awkward but i'm okay” they mumble “just awkward that Collei saw us like that..” they took a breath, shuffling as they look up at him “let’s join the others?” They added, giving him a smile.

Before they could get up, Kazuha stopped them, gently grabbing their arm “hold on, I want to ask something softly” he spoke softly as y/n blinked few times, nodding their head gently “yeah?”. y/n tilted their head to the side, looking at him with curiosity. Kazuha smiled at that and tugged them to sit down on the stairs, shuffling as he held their hand, intertwining their fingers. “I wanted to ask, do you want to go on a date?” He asked soflty “just you and me, I want us.. together..” he trailed off, slightly stumbling through his words.

That only made y/n blush, shuffling a bit “I..I would like that” they spoke soflty “take things slow?” They asked soflty as Kazuha nodded “mhm, take things slow. I don’t want to mess it up, I want to to lose you..” he added

God, how can he be so sweet? Smiling a bit, they lean up, pressing a kiss to his lips, a quick peck taking Kazuha by surprise “you won’t lose me” they spoke softly “it’s a date” they added softly.

Kazuha couldn't help but smile, his one cheeks red as he nodded “it’s a date” he chuckled. With that, the two of them went back inside, hand in hand.

Taking things slow, neither of them wanted to rush into anything. This wasn’t something that y/n expected but life is full of surprises . Them and wanderer stayed as friends, best friends. Things were a bit awkward between them but they would be fine. As for them and Kazuha, they were together and they were very happy with each other.

Thus, a new chapter has started. A new chapter with eachother.

What is going to happen in the future?

Well only time will tell.

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[purpletrashcans]

I am so fucking annoyed and here is why

I recently made the discovery that i'm probably aromantic and i would like to do what i did when i discoverd that i'm trans which is go and watch/read everything that even has the tiniest bit of trans representation in it, but i can't because there is no aromantic representation

now obviously that's nothing new, i was aware of this problem before and it pissed me right off then as much as it does now

it’s honestly just such bullshit that whenever there is an asexual character in media, basically the first thing they say after coming out as ace is that "they still want to fall in love" like not wanting, not being able to feel romantic love, would make them less human or something like that and of course there are ace people who are not aro, i'm not saying that and i'm not trying to shit on anybodys identity, if you are ace and not aro you are just as valid as anybody else and this lack of aro rep is obviously not your fault, we also need more ace rep while we're on it, that's not the point i'm trying to make, what i mean is that media always tells us that romance makes us human and if you don’t experience that you are either immature, unstable or not human and that's just bullshit

also it is no wonder that when i told my grandma about Loveless by Alice Oseman and how much i love this book, she was worried that i was like Georgia because i never like anyone romantically, she has never heard of aromanticism before, when she thinks of adult people that have never been in a relationship and don't have children she thinks of lonely, sad people and she doesn't want that for me

it is no wonder that when i see my greataunt and -uncle once a year they ask if i have a partner and when i say that no, i don't have a partner, they tell me that i have time and i'll meet someone eventually

and it is no wonder that so, so many people think that they're broken, that they enter relationships and situations that they don't want to be in, that fucking therapist try to cure people, that it took me 21 years, almost losing my friends, actually losing 8 kg in two months do to disordered eating and reading Loveless two times to figure out that i might just be aro, when there is barely any representation whatsoever, when most people haven't even heard of aromanticism

we need more representation and we need it desperately, that way not only will aro people discover their identity sooner and safe themselves a whole lot of trouble, but allo people can also learn how to react to someone being aro and we can all learn that being aro isn't sad or inhumane or weird or lonely

and because i'm a fancy-schmancy college student (who wrote "collage" instead of "college" first because i can not spell)(and have watched too much criminal minds) i would like to end this with a quote by Mariah Wright Edelman (tho the quotes are the worst part of criminal minds, they are so cringe istg):

“You can’t be what you can’t see”

[isat-script-project]

HAPPY 300!!!

Welcome one welcome all. I want to announce: What the hell, yall!!

You are reading that right. We have TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND total views on neocities, and over 300 followers on here!!

That just goes to show how much people love ISAT. I can't reiterate it enough, it has been an utter blast working with you all!

So, in honor of that, I redrew the website banner as.... us! The people behind this thing! And you may now notice... wait there's four?

(of course, if you've paid attention to the page updates, you'll have seen the names already!)

i got very sappy under the cut. thank you.

From left to right, as our dear cast, we have -

@goldstargloww as Siffrin! I am, once again, infinitely grateful you just kinda manifested in my DMs and then spent an hour teaching me what github is over stream like i am an old man trying to install Linux. You are a lovely person, fun to talk to, passionate about what you do, and it's a continuous honor that this project remains among those things!!

Starring as Mirabelle.... is me! Your lovely mod, @felikatze, ye of many names (essay guy, divorce guy, wiki admin, etc etc~). It has been a lot of fun, a lot of despair, but always rewarding to work on this thing for.... nearly ten months now! Wow! I don't know if i've ever actually put consistent work into anything in my whole life for that long.

As Bonnie (instead of Isa, because that was their preference), we have @candycoatedrox ! I feel like you brought a fresh wind in when I was getting tired. You've shown a lot of initiative, you've picked up everything super quickly, and you're already helping make improvements to it!! You're extremely cool!! Seeing you makes me want to work harder as well!

And as Odile, we have @onenightbreak ! Wren, you have been here the shortest, but I am nonetheless overjoyed to have you on board!! Thank you for your preserverance in not being scared off by my overenthusiasm and nitpicky corrections. From my experience, I think you are kind, and cool, and your tumblr custom theme is sick as hell.

Here's to working together and actually finishing this thing!!! I hope everyone continues to have fun working on it, as I'm sure the dear viewers here have fun reading it and using it for all sorts of their own projects. (I saw a script project screenshot as the background of some fanart once. I've seen it used in poetry collages. I am so proud.)

Thank you all!!

[solarbunzzz]

Hii!!! My friends and I are planning to play with the origins minecraft mod and since I offered to make their skins I thought it would be fun to show a bit of my process :D!!!

These are still a work in progress but the guy from the first image is my character and the other two are my friend's :3

Lately I've been making a bunch of collages for my ocs so I wanted to make some for my friends skins as well, so they could tell me if I was getting the vibe sljdkd

More about the process below because I have so much to say lsbdkd

Please forgive me if I make any mistakes while writing, I am not thinking, my mind is consumed by Minecraft ocs

I feel like I can say so much about these guys but also so little because they're not done, and I don't have the lore of my oc completely figured out.. soo errmmm...

I'll explain some little things of my friends skins because in my head they will look really pretty and they gave me permission to share and I love my friends and- ksjfkd

Anyway, Tulip (@tulipvalyn) first :D!!! Mostly because I have more to say about him. So, her skin is the phantom character lols, I always thought the phantoms were weird bats?? The one thing I felt is that they were not a bird ☝️

But no!!! They are stingrays!!! Huh!?!?! I love those guys, and then I saw one that looked like a red phantom, here:

Cool guys.

BUT THEN TULIP SHOWED ME THIS COOL STINGRAY FROM SUBNAUTICA??? HELLO???

UGHHHHHH GHOSTRAY MY BELOVED!!!!

And from this creature... the idea to make their bones glow was born.... YIPPPEEE

Anyway akdbdk

One day while we were playing Minecraft (this was before I did anything) he told me about the idea of skeletons with a bunch of flowers in them, like they were being consumed by the flowers and that idea made me go a little insane 0_0 Because omg??? That's so cool??? So to the collage they go 🙂‍↕️☝️

The flowers I wanted to add were alliums, mostly because Tulip likes that flower in minecraft and then I thought they would look good with the phantom colors.

The idea of the of the flowers slowly consuming the bones and taking control of the body reminded me of something that makes me go insane, the zombie-ant fungus 0_0

In case you don't know about it and just because I love talking about fungi, in summary, the zombie-ant fungus is something that infect ants and alter their behavior, there's no chance of survival for the infected ant.

Weird cool thing 0_0

So, this phantom has a parasitic flower in their body that is changing their behavior and is slowly eating them, cool, cool, I love it, makes me go RAAAAAHHHH 💥💥💥

Now.

Let's talk about Eddie's skin jij (@bolloagrio)

Their character is a merling, so I immediately thought about mermaids no? But I didn't want them to look like like the mermaid we see every time, my mind went to axolotls.... Because I love axolotls and they are a feature in Minecraft, also, Lizzie empires season 1??? UGH, MY BELOVED!!!!

But I wasn't about to make my bestie look identical to my ocean queen, so instead I used the colors of the cyan axolotls ksbd, I needed to make my tilín blue because that's!!! their!! color!!!!

I didn't have a lot of ideas for them, but I knew I wanted to incorporate coral in some way, because, once again... They are a Minecraft feature, and they are so cool....

When I asked Eds for more ideas they told me about the twin tail siren 0_0 they look... So cool....

Now, back to me talking to Tulip, these two, my besties, are siblings in every universe, the thought of them being two sides of the same coin, but one of them pretty alive while the other.... Erm... Not skbdkd make me go 💥💥💥

Because that meant that I could give them similar features as a hint to let others know that they are related, but I still wanted to keep their vibes different because they are not the same origin in game.

ERM.. I think that's all for now :D

I still need to think more about my character to feel like I can share something interesting 0_0

[dragonagegayz]

Fragment Friday

Literally, I just want to show some work off so I'm just starting this as a trend for me but like others are more than welcome to join :D

So for Fragment Friday I want to see some fragments of the work you've been working on! Be it arts, writing, gifs, collages, etc! Whatever work you got cooking, let us see! (Can be anything!) Also, highlight/color a fragment that you are particularly proud of!

Tag either the number of people equal to the things you shared or stage however many people you want or don't want! I'm not in charge of you, you stick it to the man and do whatever you want

For me personally, I'm going to be showing off some things I've been working on for my Rook Bas De Riva, A piece of the past, the beginning of my IllarioXBas smut and the Rookanis smut I've been working on!

Past

(Suicide Contemplation Mentioned)

I have always hated the rain, the stench of the sea air that permeates through Par Vollen even with us not close to the water, I have always hated the salty air. It becomes dark too, I already cannot see well with the mask I am forced to wear as Sarrebas, the small holes practically blind me which I suppose is what eh Qun wants of one like me. The rain also catches in the little holes, making it even harder to see, the combination of it all leaves me blind. I look up to the clouds, if my mouth weren’t sewn shut I would have yelled to the clouds for being here, for making my life hard, though as I look up I can barely see a light spot in the clouds, the sun. Maybe it will shine si at least I can see again.

“Saarebas!” I hear an angry unforgiving voice that I know all too well. I looked over to where it came from, my ears being trained now to pinpoint the locations of things since I was masked those years ago. I needn’t try to squint to know who it is, I, unfortunately, know who screamed my name. Even from where I stood, unseeing as I was, I could tell he was annoyed, it was in the tone in his authoritarian voice, the hint of displeasure and rasp to it that tipped me off. “What are you doing?! Move it!” He growls out as a threat, as if I have any choice but to obey.

‘I am cursing at the clouds,’ I think with a light frown, were I to do too deep with it, he would catch the lines on my face moving and punishment would come in tow. ‘Does the qun not even allow my own thoughts anymore? Is a tool not entitled to be angry in conditions where they know doing their job will become harder?’ I wish to say, but instead, I do not speak. I simply follow where the voice is speaking, and hear the sounds of his steps move when I am near, I find them in the low crowd from the distinct heaviness to them. He puts much pressure on his heel, and heavy steps with his entire body to emphasize power and dominance. Arvaard do this often, many of them I have come in contact with are power-hungry and play the high and mighty part. They are the keepers of the Sarrebas, those dangerous things, how could they not the proud? It is what the Qun has taught them after all.

We walk in the rain, keeper and tool one behind the other for I can never step in front, they would assume a demon has taken over me were I to ever. I do wonder what they feel as they lead sometimes, but I know better than to let those foolish thoughts wander and become too grand and a man will kill themselves when the ideas in their head are better than the life they are forced to lead. I had seen it happen a few times in the Qun, A Saarebas or two have done such things in front of me. There are times I would feel jealous, if I were not a coward I would do whatever I could to be free. Yet the Qun forbids it, so I do not allow myself those dreams.

Illario X Bas

(This one is in very, very rough early stages places right now lol but I wanted to share this dialogue)

He learned the man’s name was Bas, he was a former Saarebas of the Qun and was adopted into the De Riva household nearly 15 years ago. He was in his late 40s, a talented mage, and rather known to have a bit of a mouth on him, especially when it came to matters of the Qun. He was a bit of a lone wolf and had struggled to find safety and trust amongst the Crows up until recently. Bingo, a perfect time to approach the man to present them working together, on a House Dellamorte contract no less. He was sure of his chances.

So imagine the younger man’s surprise when he finally managed to set up a meeting at Cafe Petra with a grand presentation on this contract out on a Treivso noble who needed killing, with any wink he could ass, any drawl of his words he could get away with only for the qunari to look blankly at him. Illario fidgeted a little under the blank, cold gaze of the older man before a blunt simple answer came.

“No,”

“No?” He had asked back, more out of shock than anything,

“No,” Bas repeated again as if that was all he needed to say.

Illario tried to fight the frown he wanted to make and instead presented what he hoped was a full smile. “Why no?”

There was a brief pause as a look overcame the larger man, one that spoke as if the question was a completely foolish ask. “I am not worthy,” Was what the qunari said.

That… trufully hadn’t been what the man was expecting to hear, he had half expected to hear something about pride, how Crows should figure their own ways and not depend on others, the usually speech he got from older Crows but Bas had defiently challeneged his expectations of these things, as he woudl late do over and over and over again.

And do that was the beginning of their unusual working relationship.

And on this contract, they worked, (after a near week of convincing the qunari that yes, he was worthy and that he would be a help not a hindrance to the contract) nearly meeting every day to discuss their plans which went well into the evenings and even early mornings. Bas listened, he gave his own recommendations, and was receptive to whatever Illario would change to or argue against. It was different from the treatment he got from the other Crwos, especially his family, to be respected and listened to was unusual.

As well as the qunari’s blatant ignorance of Illario’s flirting.

Rookanis

(God I'm so excited to share this one when I finally finish it)

“Read,” Bas demanded through gritted teeth.

There was no fanfare as he ripped down his pants, that big length bobbed out with his juice already leaking from him as it gave an angry wink at her. Instantly as the words came from his mouth, the other Crow’s hands returned to touch those slippery fingers back at his hole and the warm mouth taking in his dick again, slowly this time, only about an inch. Lucanis arched a little as the finger slipped into him but he was sure to keep reading even though his voice shook. The Lady had to touch it, she absolutely had to touch it as she reached down to do that but a quick, fast as lighting of a hand grabbed her leg and pulled it up so her wet cave was angled up towards it, ready to slide in easy. “You think I’d let you have the pleasure of touching my cock? Think again My Lady, this isn’t about you tonight. It’s about me and this big thing fucking you every which way until you’re begging, screaming to cum. Maybe if you’re a good little whore, you’ll get what you want,” A muffled chuckle came from Bas, and while Lucanis did not stop, he threw a glare over the book to his lover but the man considering the way it vibrated against his cock. The finger that had been teasing slipped back into him, another already playing at the rim next to the one snugly pushed in. As he spoke, he was rubbing his length up and down her sloppy hole, passing up where she really wanted it to tease, to make her shake even more. Had this Rogue always been such a bastard of a tease, so cruel and unforgiving as to not give his hot, heavy rod right this minute after all of his teasing? Lucanis felt his face flush even harder as he read the words aloud, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to bask in the feeling he was being overwhelmed with and to try and beat down the embarrassment churning in his stomach. Had this book always been this… cheesy or was the man’s taste in books just not particularly good?

There was a slight pause in Bas’ movements and it was a bit of a scrambled panic to find his place again, desperate not to get the other man to stop.

She tried not to yelp as an unexpected finger came by to tease the rim of her other hole, not slipping in either just pressing down. “Soon I’ll fuck this one too, won’t even give you a choice but to take, take, take what I give. Maybe I could tie you down, lock you in a room so I can use you whenever I want,” There was a bit of stuttering as he read the line. It felt filthy coming from his lips. His breathing picked up, breath hot against the pages of the book. The other finger slipped in, the stretch slowing down as the qunari took his time to let Lucanis get used to the stretch. Arabella looked up at Zade, watching him grunt in concentration as her slick began to drip down onto the bed as she thought ‘Yes gods, please do that. Lock me away for you, only for you to use,’ The First Talon felt more than heard the responding moan he got, those vibrations going through his dick where the qunari had it buried in his throat. His thighs tensed at the feeling and his breathing hitched in his throat for a second but he was quick to fill his lungs and start to read again, though this time his voice was much airier than it had been. But all she could do was moan, hoping her feelings could come across in the downright filthy sounds she found herself making. The way the rogue looked down at her told her she was getting somewhere.

Another finger pressed against his hole and instinctively, the younger man grabbed for the other with one hand, his fingers coming up to wrap and thread themselves around the long strands of his large lover’s hair on his head. He pressed the book against his face as he found himself lost in the sensation of pleasure as Bas began to move on his cock, a slow up and down with his mouth while pressing the large third finger in. Three fingers, especially as large as the mage’s, also took the assassin a moment to adjust to. It was good, that wasn’t the issue but damn if it wasn’t so overwhelming, even now. “Kadan~” A teasing voice broke through the pleasurable haze as Lucais found the warmth around his cock had pulled away, with the fingers nearly following suit. Panic came over him as he scrambled to get his eyes on the page and to keep reading. As soon as the words left his mouth, the fingers sunk back in, the mouth returned to his dock but only to give attention to the weeping head, not that he minded. The following growl he gave did too, as she suddenly found herself entered withthe full force of his girth bearing down into her, not stopping till the tip was buried deep within her, playing with her cervix. right as he spoke those words, a particular cruel thrust came from the fingers buried within him, aimed straight for the bundle of nerves that had him bowing his back. The hand at had wrapped around his leg earlier tightened, a quiet command to control his hips, and the Crow just about managed to settle them back into place, despite the onslaught of pleasure he felt deep inside him.

She was so full, it felt as if her guts were being rearranged with just how close and much he was buried within her, if she were to reach down she knew she would be able to feel the very tip of his cock outlined in his stomach.

The two men shared a moan between the two of them, Bas’ muffled being buried on the First Talon’s cock.

Tag me and use the tag Fragment Friday so I can see our your beautiful words pwease

OMG FORGOT TO AT MY TAGS

So if @adhd-riddled-crow, @whispersleo and @alystrin03 have anything they are wokring on and want to share like I would love to see it but no pressure or anything I just love ur guys things so much <3 (Any you too reader, you should show me ur things too ((NOT LIKE THAT)))

[buff-muffin]

Random little One piece modern AU thoughts and I guess scenes I had about mainly Luffy

1. Luffy is the best guy to take to karaoke. While he isn’t the best singer he’s also not the worst. However he sings with his whole chest and heart and will sing duets with anyone no matter how lovey or metal. His energy always brought everyone out of their shells he just has a bad habit of singing when it’s not his turn

2. I feel like in a modern AU Luffy would still be friends with a lot of the people he met in series just under different conditions. Like water 7 instead of the mayor almost being assassinated he just. Met him. Like on good terms. idk, maybe Luffy saved tyrannosaurus and now they just exchange animals pics and the occasional “hey I’m heading to insert place where should I go to eat” and Luffy just introduces the Baratie with no heads up to Zeff and Sanji and when Sanji spams the group chat freaking out he just says you’re welcome :D

3. Luffy keeps the contacts of everyone he’s met and keep them under their nicknames. Monster granny, hammock, split head ect. It’s the only way he can remember them after all. When nami had gotten nosy and decided to go through his contacts she obviously asked who tf ice pops was. Imagine her surprise when Luffy confidently answers that it’s the mayor from a few towns over.

4. In a modern AU the ASL brothers were totally still bush kids. Like. Dadan’s (probably community house) was right by the woods and they would have a similar childhood to canon with less killing wild animals. But they also a thousand fucking percent had a Nintendo Wii. Like Ace and Sabo fought tooth and NAIL for player one and Luffy was banished to player three with the dingiest controller known to man (not even the safety strap could protect that thing from getting tossed at the tv) And speaking from my own experience as a younger sibling Ace totally spent a whole summer trying to unlock every character in Mario kart.

5. Law met the straw hats in collage at 2 am when they got kicked out of a bar and he was trying to mind his own business. While they saw him in their intoxicated state and said “you’re my friend now :)” Law was genuinely worried half of them had alcohol poisoning. An hour later he found himself in one of their apartments two of them passed out. One of them throwing up. All while he makes a grilled cheese for Luffy, the so called infamous man on campus who is crying sitting on the floor cause he’s starving. Law stayed the night to make sure none of them drowned in their own vomit and like imprinted baby ducks they have not left him alone since.

6. Luffy has been going to riots and movements for years. He started going with Sabo and Ace growing up when they were teenagers and hasn’t stopped. He also never thought to mention it to any of his friends until they saw him on the news at a protest absolutely fucking SENDING a tear gas canister back at the cops

7. I kinda wanna believe while devil fruits don’t exist in modern AU the character still has quirks semi related to their fruit. Like Robin is just, double jointed everywhere and could bend her arms and fingers in all the worst ways. Luffy can either contort his body to hide in tiny places OR he has stretchy skin. It’s nothing more then party tricks but it is cool

8. Luffy was definitely a gymnastics kid. Not in like. The competing sense. But in like the, one of the adults in his life would drop him off there twice a week for an hour. Did he participate with the other children and learn how to roll? NO! He was flinging himself full speed into giant foam mats and climbing rock walls without a harness. He was a menace to society and he was only taken to blow off some energy and it WORKED. Until he was kicked out.

[stancestiswincest]

If we assume the canon way things whent down is the Stancest 'route' (because I mean, come on lol) Then what do you think a world where they are completely platonic would be like? how would it be different?

And imagine Stancest Stan and Ford meeting them lol

(sorry in advance, my memory is a little vague on some stuff 😅 also this is just a vague idea so pls niceness)

I imagine that Ford told Stan he'd be going to collage instead of sailing away in their room because like- why would he need to do it on their swings at sun set? (I don't remember if it was actually sunset or not? Am I buggin?)

Stan gets upset and they get into a fight, maybe Ford calls him childish or that says he has got to 'grow up' wich OC pisses Stan off even more. Things escalate and Ford mentions something Stan did, maybe the time Stan stole their dads gold (necklace? Idk) and OC Filbrick over heard and kicks Stan out for it.

Fords project never got ruined and he went to the fancy college (west coast was it?)

Stan blames everything he has to go through now on Ford. Having to run scams, dumpster dive, sell his body ect bc like, fair?

Ford sends the post card, not because Stans the only one he can trust bc that's kinda a crazy thought for someone you haven't seen in so long and who you got kicked out at 17 but bc he literally has no one else.

Stan takes longer to show up because he isn't even sure he is GOING to show up at all and doesn't drop everything on the spot to go met Ford.

Maybe because of that Ford like- loses a eye before Stan gets there. Ford tells Stan to take the journal and leave and Stans just like, WTF!? SERIOUSLY!!? they get into the fight because "fuck you Ford!"

Ford gets pushed through and Stan just- doesn't know how to feel. He accepts Ford's dead and uses Fords collage money to just- live out the rest of his life peacefully. Maybe he got married to Susan (no longer lazy Susan bc Ford never met fiddleford) and they have some kids, I imagine two. One named after Sherman and the other their mom (idk how to spell her name and am lazy)

Ford kills Bill and idk- maybe never makes it back?? Maybe he finds his own way idk.

[hoodoobarbie]

I've finally been putting a little more work into the Patreon Shop and added five new spells, that are all designed to last a full year, 365 days aka 12 months. So here's a little arty aesthetic collage, to shamelessly self-promote their new arrival.

After more careful consideration, I've decided against offering the shorter monthly version of these rituals because it takes up too much of my energy. It will be easier for me to make a candle in near future, that will do the same thing, that people can purchase and burn themselves. These candles will be around the same price, so they are affordable.

*** If you are on Apple iOS please switch over to a computer for better savings, Patreon increases the price to cover Apple Store Fees. A $15 item is increased by 46% ($22).

Patreon Shop:

In the meantime . .

Let's just say I'm getting ready for my big month as a love, beauty and glamour witchy gyal in February. I'm actually busting my ass here and creating some content for multiple social media platforms and I've got to say it's not bad. (knock on wood, adhd hyperfocus don't fail me now!)

I'm also doing my best to create a line of spell oils to drop in February and I'm hoping all the items, I need arrive in time for me to enchant them.

This would be my first time dropping a spell oil for sale. It's a tentative thing for now, kind of like me dipping my toe into the water. Spirit gives me recipes for spell oils all the time and so I guess it's time, I put a few of them to good use and stop hoarding them all for myself. I've refined them overtime, using divination and just good old fashion experimentation and now I feel confident, to release a few. Nothing too crazy. The bottles are huge, and I only have a small amount at the moment to spare, so I'm a bit nervous but fingers crossed. My biggest concern at the moment is labeling the bottles and investing in a small sticker printer, that isn't too expensive. I wasted a bunch of money on fancy label maker, that I ended up hating and decided on simplifying everything instead. I'm hoping to drop the spell oils for sale on February the 4th.

I also finally completed writing and creating my seven-week course on Love, Lust and Glamour Magic for Patreon. It's called The Venusian Arts: Mastering Love Magic. Writing the whole curriculum, creating videos and educational content was truly a labor of love. When I first started writing the syllabus and base in late October, I thought it would take me two weeks, which ended up being a total joke because I had never even created a witchy class before. I ended up finishing it the first week of January. It's seven weeks total and is a guided and interactive course designed to really teach people about love, lust and glamour magic. It includes a Venusian Toolkit, and a pdf of the Encyclopedia of Venusian Herbs (that I wrote myself as additional resource) and additional weekly lessons + spells that people can add to their own personal grimoires. The first section course drops live on my Patreon on February the 1st at 8:30 am MST and then once a week and is available for pre-sale now.

Everything will be for sale on my Patreon, until my website's new makeover is complete, and it'll probably still be there, even when the website is up and running.

xoxo

[hswriting]

Inked Souls - Part 4

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Friday finally rolls around. Harry and Joey are staying in to have dinner together.

(Note: I wouldn’t call it smut necessarily but there are some shirtless moments. Also thank you for your patience for this chapter. Sorry it took so long to come out. I’m awful at filler chapter but important stuff is coming!)

I feel my nerves buzzing. I haven’t seen Harry in person since the day he fixed my car and I drove him back to get his. It’s been only a week, but I miss him. I miss us.

The way he held my hand, the way he kissed me. I could melt just thinking about it. Thinking about the way he hugged me and I felt safe. I felt at home. It makes me ache and I just want to be near him again.

We have been talking over the phone. As he has gotten to know me and has gotten more comfortable, he has been calling me instead of texting me. He tells me how he just wants to hear my voice.

I do the final touches of mascara and eyeliner before hearing a small peck on the door.

I unlock it and swing the door open. His smile grows from ear to ear. He has this cute blush across his face. I’ve been skipping the foundation since the day I let him see my freckles, and his smile at them only grows.

“Hey!” I say. I motion him in.

“Hey Joey.” He says, his dimples showing on his face. He walks in and slips off his shoes. I’m still a bit nervous being the first one to make a move at affection, so I wait for Harry to come up to me. Harry sets the vinyl records down on the table. He has gotten more comfortable but I don’t want to scare him away, so I wait for his arms to slide around me and I’m home again. He’s wearing the same cologne as the last time we hung out and it’s all I want to breathe in. When we pull apart, Harry places a kiss on my lips. Then on my chin. And my cheeks. And my nose.

“I can’t help it. I love your freckles so much.” He says and I roll my eyes and give him a smile.

“I know you do.” I tell him. “I have two dinner options, but I didn’t know which you would like better so I didn’t start cooking yet.” I tell him. I pull ingredient after ingredient out of the fridge and cabinet.

“I think your home made meatloaf sounds amazing.” He says. I give him a nod and put the other ingredients away. “Do you want me to put on a record?” He asks me.

“Yeah, that would be great.” I tell him. He walks over to my record player and plugs it in. He sifts through the records he brought and plucks one out. He places it on and drops the needle onto it. Music softly begins to fill the space. I begin to throw ingredients together when I feel Harry come up behind me. His arms snake around me.

“Is this okay?” He asks me, his lips only millimeters away from my ear. I push my thoughts away and nod my head, heat rising to my cheeks. I’m thankful he can’t really see it.

He is more touchy than he used to be even a week ago. It’s a nice change. It’s almost as if his anxiety has completely vanished. I want to ask about how he’s feeling about it, but again, I am afraid he will regress. At one point or another I will have to ask and stop being afraid, but not tonight, because all I want for him to do is touch me. To kiss me. I can’t ruin it.

I get everything mixed together and in a loaf. I put it in the oven and get everything ready to make the sides when the meatloaf is closer to being done. Harry lets me go to wash my hands.

“Do you have any new sketches since I saw you last?” He asks me as he sits down on the couch.

“I actually finished Pandora’s sleeves. I’m waiting for her approval before we book.” I tell him. I grab my iPad and open the file. I show it to him. He zooms in and looks at every detail, inspecting every inch.

“That’s adorable.” He says. “She’s going to love it.”

“You think so?” I ask. He nods at me. I sit down beside him. His hand lays on my thigh.

“Pandora and Mack are really the perfect couple. You’ve really captured everything about them in that. She’s got to love it.” He tells me. I smile at him. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment before returning to the sketches. I back out of that file and the folder sits open for a moment.

“What’s this one?” Harry asks as he clicks on a file. It opens to show his vines, but slightly edited. On the stem of the vine, it twists into my name before continuing on normally with leaves. “I love that.” He says before I can mutter a word about it. “I want that.”

“You want this?” I ask him. “I was just messing around and-“

“I love that your name is in it. It’s cute. I’d love to have it.” He says. “I was actually going to ask you to book my vine tattoo but I want this one instead.” He tells me and I feel shocked that he actually wants a tattoo for me. A permanent dedication to me.

“If you seriously want to book, I will put it in tomorrow when I get there.” I tell him, physically resisting jumping on him for the sweet gesture.

“I want it.” He says again. “Thank you for drawing that for me.” He tells me, and then plants a slow kiss onto my lips. I push my iPad aside and focus on us. His hand slips under my shirt and touches my skin. He doesn’t push any farther than that, which is appreciated, but I can’t help but to focus on how warm his fingertips are on my stomach. After we kiss, he removes his hands from under my top.

“I’m sorry if that was too far. I should have asked.”

“No Harry. It’s okay. I liked it.”

“You liked it?” He asks me curiously.

“Yeah. It was nice.” I tell him.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He asks me, getting close again. I nod. His lips instantly connect with mine, his hand pushing under my shirt again, going up farther this time. They move to my back.

“Do you want to take your shirt off?” He asks me in a soft voice. I back up a bit so I can look him in his forest green eyes.

“I don’t mind taking off my shirt, I just don’t want to go any further today, if that’s okay? I just don’t feel comfortable going quite that fast—“

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Plus I’m not quite ready for anything more than kissing and touching right now either. So it’s okay.” He assures me and I feel myself release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. All of my anxiety releasing with it. It only makes me adore him more. With the assurances from Harry, we kiss again. His hands lifting the bottom of my shirt. We separate long enough for him to lift it over my head. He kisses me again briefly before we separate again.

His eyes look over me a time or two before they settle on the tattoo across my ribs and under my breasts, partially hidden by my bra. His fingers lightly graze over the linework. My breath hitches, despite my best attempt not to. I may not be ready for it but I’m still allowed to feel this way, right?

“This is beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He says to me, making my face turn red under all of my freckles. “You’re more than beautiful. You’re stunning. Gorgeous.” His eyes come back up to meet mine. “Do you know that?” He asks. His hand comes up to my warm cheek and he runs his thumb over it.

“Thank you Harry.” Is all I’m able to say. He makes me feel so good about myself. He lifts me up in a way I’ve never experienced before. Of course people have told me I’m cute. I’m pretty. But I’ve never been looked at the way that Harry is looking at me right now. It feels good to be adored in this way. “I thinks it’s only fair if you took your shirt off too.” I tell him. He smiles at me. He happily slips off his shirt, leaving me to marvel his tattoos the way he has at mine.

His are much more plentiful than mine. They are scattered on his chest and abdomen, as well as his arms.

“I think we both have a thing for ink.” He states jokingly.

“I’d be a pretty poor tattoo artist if I didn’t.” I reply, my eyes coming back up to his. “Although your tattoos are more enamoring than any I’ve seen.

“You wouldn’t be a poor artist, but you have quite a bit of skin you still need to cover. Have any ideas yet for your sleeves that you haven’t told me about?” He asks me. I look back down to his moth tattoo on his abdomen.

“I think I have an idea.” I tell him. “I really like this.” I touch the butterfly.

“That one’s my favorite of all the tattoos I’ve gotten.”

“Did Mack do all of these?”

“Yeah. I don’t trust anyone else to do my tattoos. Except for you of course.”

“I could do a terrible job.” I laugh. “I haven’t tattooed you yet.”

“I’ve seen your pictures of tattoos you’ve done. You’re amazing. You’re very talented.” He tells me. “You’re even cuter when you’re blushing like this.” He says, tapping my cheek.

“That’s enough of that!” I laugh. The oven beeps, reminding me that I need to start making the sides. Harry gives me a half smile as I put my shirt back on. I go into the kitchen and Harry follows me. I begin to prepare the sides. Harry helps what he can, but I don’t let him do much. I keep telling him that I want to cook for him. Plus, he is still shirtless. I don’t want him to burn himself.

When everything is said and done, I make both of our plates, despite Harry’s protest. We sit at the table and begin to eat.

“So, I was thinking about maybe us watching a movie?” I ask him. Before he can answer, his phone begins to ring.

“It’s my mom. Do you care if I take it or do you want me to wait until after we eat?”

“You can take it.” I tell him. He answers the phone and puts it up to his ear. He doesn’t get to say hello before he hears rambling on the other side. I can’t make out what she is saying, but his face and attitude changes slightly.

“Mom, I don’t think—“ he starts, but is interrupted. “She’s busy. She has to work.”

My heart starts to race. Are they talking about me?

“I’ll ask her but I’m not making any promises.” He tells her, then promptly hangs up the phone. He rolls his eyes and sighs. He goes back to eating his plate. “I’m sorry you had to hear all that.”

“I didn’t hear much to be honest.”

“She wants to meet you. I don’t think that’s a good idea, given that she’s so anti-soulmates. I don’t know that it would be good.”

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“I know, but on the same side of the coin, she is my mom. She’s sweet when she isn’t going on about my dad and all that. I feel like it’s important for you to meet her, but I don’t want her hounding you about anything.” He says. I take a moment to think of my response.

“If you want me to meet your mom, I will. If you don’t, I won’t. I’ll be polite and won’t bring up anything that could potentially cause her to turn sour. I’ll be there for you.” I tell him. His hardened expression softens at my words.

“I’ve come a long way recently with the soulmate anxiety. I 100% blame her for that anxiety. I don’t want her to affect this. I love what we have going on. This is the happiest I’ve ever felt, and I didn’t know I could get happier. I don’t want to ruin that.”

Giddiness bubbles up inside of me. I hide my happiness at his statement to help support him. “You have come a long way. From being afraid to see me to now having dinner together at my house. I’m proud of you for that. I don’t want you to jeopardize that. But know that if we go, I’ll be there for you the whole time. I’ll be right there.” I assure him. He thinks a moment as he takes another bite.

“We can go, but the moment she does anything that makes you uncomfortable we can leave.” He tells me. I nod my head at that.

We finish our plates, the worry on his face never fully easing. I wish I could take it away. I wish he wouldn’t worry.

We clean up the dinner mess together. I wash the dishes and Harry dries them and puts them away. We sit on the couch together and agree to watch a movie. It starts as simply sitting next to each other.

As the movie progresses, I lean into Harry’s arms, which gladly accept me. We end up laying together on the couch. He lays down and I lay with him, my back to his chest. He’s so warm and I’m so comfortable. I end up dozing off.

When I wake up, it’s to my alarm tone on my phone. I get up quickly and shut it off. I take in my surroundings. Daylight peaks through the curtains. Confusion sets in. I open my phone to see that it’s the next day. I look around and see Harry, still sleeping on the couch. I give a small smile. I walk over to him and shake him gently.

It takes a few shakes before he begins to stir. He looks around, just as confused as I was. He finds me and smiles.

“I didn’t know that yesterday was going to be a sleep over.”

“Me either. We both must have been tired to have fallen asleep on the couch.” I tell him. He sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “I have to go to work still. You’re welcome to come sit with me if you want?”

“I’ve got a tutoring session, but I do need to come in for a little bit later to schedule my tattoo with you.” He tells me and I feel the familiar feeling in my chest of happiness. He was serious.

“Okay. I’ll be watching for you. For now though, you’re welcome to use the shower or whatever you need to. I do only have fruity soaps though.” I laugh. He laughs with me.

“Maybe next time so I can bring some clean clothes.” He tells me and I agree. He gives me a hug, and a long passionate kiss before he walks out the door. I do my morning routine, and go out the door as well.

When I get to the shop after a few more chapters of my book, I walk in and greet Mack.

“How are you this morning?” He asks me. I give him a polite smile.

“Definitely better than other mornings.” I say, thinking back to walking up in Harry’s arms.

“Yesterday was your date right? Want to talk about it?” He asks me. I of course want to tell him. I get set up and begin to tell him everything. The story is fragmented throughout the first half of the shift because we have walk ins and appointments.

Around three o’clock, Harry walks in, flashing his gorgeous smile to Mack and I. He walks up to the desk where Mack is and they hug.

“How’s it going?” Harry asks him.

“Pretty good. How are you?” Mack asks him in return. They do their exchanges.

“I’m here to book an appointment with Joey.” He says after their conversation. I step up to my appointment book and click my pen on.

“You decided on what you want?” He says acting surprised. I told him earlier in our conversation. “And you don’t want me to do it? I’ve done every tattoo on you dude!” He jokes.

“This one is Joey’s design.” He says. “It’s important to me that she does this one. Plus you said you were booked out too far.”

“I am. I was joking.” Mack clarifies.

“When were you thinking?” I ask, butting into their conversation.

“As soon as possible.” He says. I look through my booking slots.

“I have next Monday at two, Tuesday of next week at three, or a month away. I’ve been booking up pretty fast when I’m not doing walk ins. Oh! And I also have today in about an hour.” I say, tacking on the part at the end before I forgot to list it. Harry takes a moment to think about it.

“Let’s do it today.” He says.

“Are you sure?” I ask him. He nods at me. I can’t help but to ask “Are you sure that’s not too fast? I don’t want you to-“

“I want it. I promise.” He reassures me.

“Okay. I have a piercing coming in any minute now, and then it’s your turn. You’re welcome to sit in here with me until she gets here.

“Or you can come hang out in mine, until her appointment gets here and she can go do that. We can talk.” Mack suggests and we all agree. He go and sit in his office until I hear the bell on the door.

I walk out and meet my appointment. I take her to my room and get started sanitizing and gathering equipment needed. I pierce her nose, she pays, and she leaves. I sanitize my station again and put new plastic on my trays. I walk back over to Mack and Harry, whose conversation pauses when I walk in.

“I’m ready if you are.” I tell Harry. I’m a little nervous about it. I don’t want him to regret it. I don’t want him to back out. I don’t want him to run away. He’s putting my name on his body. My design. This means the world to me. We do his paperwork and then we walk in my room.

Harry sits in the chair while I go to my computer. I pull up the design again and confirm what he would like. I get the stencil made. I place the purple stencil on his wrist and ask him about placement. He says it’s perfect. I glance at my name on his skin. My heart races.

I get out the ink and gun and get those ready. I take a deep breath. Why am I so nervous?

“Ready?

“Yeah. Are you? I can tell you’re anxious.”

“I just don’t want to mess up. This is… pretty important. It’s a big step.” I admit to him. He sits up in the chair and looks deep into my eyes.

“I’m not going to regret it. I know that’s what you were going to say a few minutes ago. I know I’ve given you reason to doubt before but you’ve changed my world Joey. Even if for some reason soulmates aren’t really meant to be together and whatever, I still want this. You’ve changed my life. Even if we were to ever split like my parents, I don’t want to forget this. Us. I love you.” He tells me. The three words at the end ring in my head over and over again. The air is knocked from my lungs. He loves me. He said it.

“I love you too.” I say to him. He smiles at me, teeth and dimples and everything that makes his face adorable. He sits back in the chair.

“Let’s begin then.” I say. Within no time, ink is in Harry’s skin as I start the tattoo. Harry hums along to a song in the background that I don’t really hear anymore. I’m so focused on making my lines perfect. Purples lines turn into black, lines turn into leaves and stems. Harry watches intently as the needles penetrate his skin.

We eventually get to my name.

I take my time, tracing each letter carefully. Harry can’t help but to smile through those four letters. I finish up the line work and shade what needs it.

“I forgot to tell you, I called my mom back. I told her in a month we could come by. That gives us both enough time to take off work and what not. Is that still okay?” Harry tells me.

“Yeah. That’s fine. I’ll let Mack know so I can have the day.” I tell him. He goes back to focusing on the tattoo.

Eventually, the tattoo is finished. His skin is red and irritated where it has been inked, but I put cream on it and hand him the tube.

“I know you probably have some, but it’s included in the pricing. Do you need aftercare instructions?” I ask him. He shakes his head no. He twists his hand around again and again, admiring the work.

“This is beautiful. You did an amazing job.” He says to me. “I’d like to show Mack if he isn’t busy.”

“Go ahead. I have to clean up and sanitize my stuff but I’ll be over soon.” I tell him. He gives me a peck on the cheek and walks out of the room to find Mack. I clean my station again and put everything away.

I walk over by Mack’s room and see them both admiring it as they talk. I stand back and just watch them for a minute.

We met through Mack. Harry and Mack have been friends since long before I came around. It’s interesting to see how they interact and talk to each other. They pick on each other like brothers. I’m glad they have each other. I’m glad to have them both in my life. They make me so happy. I’m glad Harry has came around.

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