#and thought it would be good to finally move on from the drawing app on my phone

[dbg-wow]

trying to fully commit to csp by deleting my drawing app

so... robot girls, huh? anybody?

[magpiepills]

Butterfly

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Neighbor Joel and his yoga girl neighbor have a little chat.

Warnings: SMUT! f masturbation, PIV, use of sex toys, reader can do yoga, blackmail? infidelity? Perv neighbor? Probably more. Unedited, unbeta’d, unproof-read. I type like that Kermit gif then post it.

A word from the author: idk friends. Here’s a bit more of what’s going on with pervert Joel and his yoga girl neighbor. I’m so grateful and happy that yall are enjoying this. There will be one more part!

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

The house had been quiet, with your husband picking up extra shifts and out of the house more, you found ways to occupy yourself. On a nice day, you decided a little yoga in the sun rather than your stuffy bedroom would be just what you needed.

You roll out your mat, open your app to follow along with a vinyasa flow, and close your eyes. You breathe deep, grounding breaths, melting into your stretches.

It felt good, made you feel relaxed and grounded and more in your body than in your head. It made you feel sexy to move your body, the ways you stretched. You promised yourself that this would be your new routine.

On the second day you felt a bit self conscious. You saw the shadowed silhouette in the upstairs window, your neighbor, a single man living alone, and apparently a fan of yoga.

You didn’t look at his window again. If it was a coincidence that he was looking out his window while you stretched and bent you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. If he was watching you, you didn’t want to know that either. It made you feel nervous and giddy that your hot neighbor might be watching you bending over, spreading your legs, twisting yourself into suggestive poses. It didn’t stop you, though.

So what if he looked, right? You weren’t doing anything wrong, just exercising in your back yard. Nothing untoward or scandalous about that and Joel has never been anything but friendly and polite. If you got a small thrill along with your workout, all the better for everyone.

By the third day you were certain he was watching. He must have thought he was out of sight, down in the bottom corner of the window, but you spotted him, his graying curls, his dark stare that was glued to your every move. The window was empty when you walked the dog, when you got the newspaper from the porch, and when you walked to the mailbox, but as soon as you came out for yoga, there he was, like he knew your schedule and would wait for you.

You dripped into your leggings and added ten minutes to your workout. When you finished, you went inside and showered, taking the handheld shower head and directing the stream to wash over your throbbing clit, giving yourself an orgasm while you moaned his name and imagined him there with you. Your fingers couldn’t reach deep enough, didn’t stretch you the way you were certain that Joel would.

Later that night you’d tried again, pulling up porn with men like Joel; older, sturdy, deep voiced, confident. You edged yourself, pressing your vibrator against your clit, pushing just the tip into your clenching entrance the way you imagined him teasing you until you begged, then pulling away before you could reach your climax. You did it again and again, thinking of his chest and arms and the sweat that darkened his shirt when you’d see him mowing his lawn, and then crying his name into your pillow when you finally let yourself come.

It still wasn’t enough. There was no beard scratching your chest, your neck, your thighs. No hands on your hips, no lips on yours. Instead of satisfying you, it just made you needier, and that need led you to bolder and bolder deeds.

It was the dirtiest secret. Every afternoon you pretended not to see him while you positioned yourself for maximum exposure. Your ass toward his window, back arched, wiggling just so. You pushed your chest forward, nipples hard against the tight Lycra of your thin top.

You carried on, abandoning the illusion of good form to try to tease your voyeur, then went inside and imagined what he’d say when you rode him, or wondered what his shirt smelled like while you clenched around your own inadequate fingers. You considered standing outside and turning on the garden hose, putting on a little wet tshirt contest with you as the sole participant and Joel the lone audience member and judge under the very innocent and reasonable explanation that it was summer in Texas and you needed to cool off.

By day five you were masturbating before and after yoga. You were so amped up every time you spied him

In his spot you thought you might be able to come from just thinking about him. You fucked your husband before he left with your eyes shut tight so you could pretend he was your neighbor.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked, beaming at you as he lay on the bed, having just been used as an unwitting prop in your sick fantasy. Maybe you’d feel guilty later. For now, you’d just feel cum leaking out of you while you held your knees wide open on your yoga mat and imagined it was Joel’s and that he was watching it trickle from your pussy before scooping it up with two big fingers and pushing it back inside.

If you’ve gone off the deep end you don’t care. Inside of a week you’d turned from friendly neighbor with a harmless crush to shameless trollop whose only thoughts came directly from her pussy. You'd figure out the implications and consequences later.

On day six you pulled out all the stops. You moved slowly and deliberately, making up your own routine of the most suggestive poses you knew. As you modified a butterfly stretch to lift your tits, you found Joel through your eyelashes and you would swear he had licked his lips. It broke something in you.

You feigned the heat was worse than it was, made a show of modesty, checking that you were otherwise alone, and stripped down.

The sunshine and the light breeze felt so good against your bare skin. You explored your body, running your hands over your hips and thighs and belly. You were sticky with sweat, and you felt prickly with all your pent up longing.

You skated your fingertips over your stiff nipples and down to your pulsing, needy cunt. If he was going to watch, you might as well give him something to remember. Maybe he would feel even a fraction of the fiery, desperate frustration you had felt.

You didn’t have a plan. None of this was planned. You slid your middle finger over your folds and spread your wetness over your clit and around your lips, feeling it cool slightly on your skin. You were just playing there, teasing yourself without serious intention, you decided you’d just do what felt good for a while, let Joel have a good long look, then go back in.

You knew he was there. You saw his shadowed silhouette. You hoped he liked what he saw, hoped he was touching himself, hoped he was imagining you on your knees for him. You edged yourself twice, careful not to make a sound above a heavy breath. You stroked your wet pussy, blinked your eyes as you breathed deeply, staving off your release, and let your eyes find his window, empty.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you’d let your pathetic, horny housewife delusions get the better of you and maybe you’ve just humiliated yourself.

Immediately you thought of your husband, your other neighbors, your friends, the rumors that would surely spread about the whore of Rancher Street. Panic and regret gripped you so hard you could scarcely breathe.

And then you heard it.

A groan, deep and stifled from the other side of the fence.

Play it cool, you tell yourself. You wrap a handy beach towel around yourself and put on a mask of curiosity and concern when you peek over the fence and find Joel slumped in the dirt. His cheeks are flushed, his cock is out, and he looks exactly like you’ve been feeling.

“Joel, what’s going on? What happened?” You ask, wide-eyed.

He stammers and hurries to cover his body, trying to minimize his embarrassment and the evidence of what he had just done.

“It’s not- it’s not what it looks like,” he says, “I’m just, uh, I’m sorry I just…”

“Just what?” you coo and drop to your knees to peek at him through the fence, “were you watching me, Joel?” You tsk, but flutter your eyelashes, watching with bubbling delight as he flounders, shaking his head, unable to come up with an explanation for why he’s on the ground next to a wide gap in the fence slats with cum on his jeans.

“I didn’t know you were a peeping Tom, Joel.”

It angers him, you calling him a peeping Tom. He stands quickly, then, turning to hastily zip back into his jeans, before stepping close to the fence and peering down at you.

“And I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist who was going to strip naked and touch herself right out in the open where anyone could see!” His voice is deep and hushed, but with a heat that excites you.

“You’re out here every day as soon as your husband leaves just begging for attention. Don’t act innocent now that you got it.”

“Only one watching was you, Joel. You had a front row seat, didn’t you?” you look up at him sweetly, putting both palms against the fence right about where his hips are on the other side.

Joel makes a low, rumbling sound and looks down, gripping the fence tightly. If he were a younger man he’d be hard again at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, fence or not.

“What about your husband? Does Marcus know you’re out here puttin’ on shows?”

You stand slowly and lift up onto your tiptoes, holding onto the fence between Joel’s wide, rough hands, leaving just inches between your faces.

“All he knows is how much hornier I’ve been this week. I had to ride him twice this morning,” you confess, looking right into your neighbor’s dark, searching eyes.

Joel nods softly, “But ya still had to come out here and act up, huh? Ain’t gettin enough?”

You hum in agreement, “you liked watching. Saw you every day.”

Joel hums back, eyes heavy lidded and dark.

“Well, what are we going to do about this?” he asks, and you take a step away from the fence, adjusting your towel.

“I don’t know, Joel. I think we have a problem. Marcus won’t be too happy if he finds out you’ve been prowling around. All I wanted to do was a little yoga in my yard. Maybe you’d better come over and figure out how to explain this.”

You don’t wait for Joel to agree or argue before turning to go back inside, dropping the towel that covered you and folding it over your arm, hips swaying tantalizing as Joel watches you disappear in your house.

[sourxcherri]

Wanna bet?

synopsis: Gojo isn't feeling up to going on a date with you and Geto, but he thinks of another way to have fun with you.

feat.: Gojo Satoru x afab!fem!reader x Geto Suguru [established relationship] (Gojo's only in the start and end.)

warnings: 18+ content/smut; sex toys [reader wears a vibe in public]; edging; orgasm denial/delay; public sex [reader is fucked in a public bathroom.]; unprotected sex; p in v sex; creampie; praising [reader receiving]; pet names [princess, baby, good girl, pretty girl]; picture taking [Geto takes a picture without asking]

w.c: 5k

a/n: This took me entirely too long to write but hey its finally done. There is a planned part 2 but it's going to be a bit before that one gets posted. banner by @/benkeibear

Minors and Ageless blogs will be blocked.

"Come on 'Toru, are you sure you don't want to come with us?" You ask with a pout as you get ready in the mirror.

"I'm sure. I woke up with a headache, plus you two haven't got to do anything without me in a while. You and Suguru go enjoy yourselves!" Gojo says as he leans against the doorway watching you get ready. A new cafe had opened up that you had been wanting to try, so you were going to go try it today with Geto after doing some light shopping.

"We can go some other day if you're not feeling up to it? You know I like spending time with both of you, it doesn't have to be one-on-one."

"It's fine, you two can go try it and let me know what to order next time we all go."

"Fine, if you're sure." You say, drawing on your eyeliner. Gojo is quiet for a moment before letting out a hum.

"Actually on second thought, since you want me there so bad, I have an idea." He says before walking back into the bedroom and returning shortly with something in his hand. "Since you want to have fun with me so badly today too, how about a bet?" He asks with a cheeky smile on his face.

"A bet?"

"Yep! Since I won't be there physically with you, how about you take this with you as a reminder of me?" He says as he moves what was in his palm to hold between his thumb and index finger. You look back in the mirror to see him holding a pink vibrator. You recognize it as one he had gotten you for Valentine's day last year. It was a remote control bullet one that could be controlled from a phone app.

"You're kidding, right? And what does me wearing a vibrator in public have to do with a bet?" You ask incredulously.

"The bet is, if you can wear this the whole time you and Suguru are out, without you removing it, and without you coming, then I'll be your slave for a whole week! Whatever you want; I'll be at your beck and call!" He smiles at you cheerfully while he spins the bullet around in between his fingers.

"And what do you get if I take it out or come?"

"If you take it out or come, then you're my slave for week. Equal punishment." He shrugs before smirking at you. "So what do you say? I'll obviously have my phone on me at all times so if you ever need me to stop all you have to do is text me and I'll stop, but that will mean you forfeit the bet."

Your eyes flick back and forth from Satoru to the toy and then back again, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth as you thought about it. You weren't terribly keen on the idea of getting caught in public, but you couldn't deny the thrill of it either. Plus the opportunity to have Gojo completely at your control for an entire week was too good to pass up. You let out a sigh and hold our your hand to him to put the toy in.

"Okay, deal." You couldn't believe you were going to go along with this, but you did trust him to stop if it did become too much, so it couldn't be that bad right?

"Excellent!" He says. You wait for him to put the vibrator in your hand. He just raises an eyebrow at you and makes a spinning motion with his hand, silently asking you to turn around. Of course he would want to put it in himself.

You resign yourself to your fate and turn around so your back is to him as you bend over the sink. You feel him walk up behind you and playfully grind himself into your ass before flipping up the skirt you had put on earlier. He pulls your underwear to the side and teasingly slides the toy down your folds, using it to circle your clit before sliding it back up. You bite back a small moan.

"'Toru, hurry up, Suguru is waiting."

"As you command princess," He chuckles before pushing it past your entrance, just out of reach of your sweet spot. Gojo lets your panties snap back into place before giving your ass a playful swat. He bends over and gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head then leans down to whisper in your ear.

"There, all set. Just remember, this is the one that gives feedback to the app, so I'll know if you come." He straightens back up before yawning and stretching. "I'm going to go lie down, see you when you get home."

As Gojo returns to bed, you grab your purse and head out to the living room where Geto is waiting for you, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. When he sees you he gives a small smile as he stands up from the couch.

"Ready?" You nod and let him lead you out the door.

You both decide to take the train, the station wasn't that far away of a walk and you didn't have Gojo to complain about the fact you have a perfectly good functioning car to take, one that he rarely drove himself, the passenger princess he was.

The ten minute walk to the station passes by smoothly, you managed to walk normally despite the toy inside you. You couldn't help but get a little suspicious though, as Gojo had yet to turn the toy on.

It wasn't until you both had boarded the train that Gojo decided to start the toy. It was fairly crowded, so you and Geto had to stand. As the train went to take off, Gojo turned the vibrator on, setting it to a slow pulsing setting. You let out a squeak and rock forward into Geto, the sensation catching you off guard for a moment. He's quick to wrap his arm around you to try and steady you.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asks, looking down at you. You give him your best reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, just lost my balance for a moment." He accepted your answer easily before picking back up your previous conversation.

Which made you realize, you and Gojo hadn't discussed the possibility of Geto finding out about the bet. If he found out would you lose? The rules were you couldn't take the vibrator out and you couldn't come. It wouldn't really matter if Geto found out so long as you didn't go against the rule right? He might give you and Gojo a disappointed look for leaving him out, but that would be it surely? Or would he get genuinely upset?

Either way, you were determined to not let him in on the bet, at least not yet. It would be an interesting surprise for him when you both got home. Who knows? Maybe you could have him help you find some fun punishments for Gojo for the upcoming week.

The first store you stop in doesn't go as smoothly as you hoped. It was a clothing store, and you needed to pick yourself up some new work clothes. So far Gojo had been keeping the speed relatively slow, instead opting to just change the pattern in which it vibrated, from a pulsing one, to a constant one, to a deeper, rumbly one, then back. You could handle that with relative stealth, Geto seemed none the wiser to what you and Gojo were doing.

You had already decided to skip trying on any pants today, feeling how damp your panties were already. Shirts should be fine though, and if it ever got to be too much you could use trying one on in the dressing room as an excuse to get away long enough to adjust.

As you were about to pull a shirt you liked off the rack to show Geto, you felt the toy almost double in speed and return to a constant buzz, causing you to pause as your hand had touched the shirt. You felt your body involuntarily shiver at the change in setting. Unfortunately, Suguru seemed to notice.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, confused. You quickly let go of the shirt like it burned you.

"Yeah, just, wasn't the texture I thought it would be." You say as evenly as possible. You walk around the clothing rack to put some distance between the two of you, hoping he couldn't see the blush that was slowly starting to rise in your cheeks. As if to sabotage you, you felt the toy pick up in speed again. You needed to excuse yourself from Geto's sight and fast or else he was going to catch on.

You snatch another shirt off the rack you were vaguely thinking about before turning back to your boyfriend and announcing you were going to go try it on. You moved as quickly as you could to the changing rooms, leaving him far behind you.

Once you located an empty one, you went inside and almost slammed the door in your haste to get it closed. You sit on the bench provided and lean back, letting your head gently hit the wall as you rode out the wave of pleasure the toy was giving you.

You take deep breaths, trying to focus on your breathing as opposed to how good the toy was making your pussy feel. You spread your legs and pull up your skirt before looking down at yourself. Just as you expected, your panties were already soaked through from your arousal. You felt the toy change patterns again, this time back to the pulsing one. Good, even at a higher speed you could handle this one easier.

Deciding you couldn't hide for much longer before drawing suspicion, you steel yourself and open the door to find Geto waiting for you. He looks up from his phone to see you and pouts when he notices you weren't wearing the new top.

"Not going to give me a little show?" He teases.

"No, didn't like how it looked on me." You shrug as you put it on one of the return racks in the dressing area. You grab his hand and go to lead him out of the store.

"Already done?" You turn back and smile at him.

"Yeah, I'm not seeing much I like, plus we still have to stop by that bakery for Satoru." Even though the last thing you wanted to do right now was treat Gojo to anything. You could picture his smug face as he lazed in bed staring at his phone, thinking of the best way to push your buttons. As if on queue, the jerk changes the speed again to another setting higher.

You try to make it through the bakery as quickly as possible, both you and Geto picking out something you think Gojo would like and waiting to check out. He had yet to turn the speed down from earlier, and was cycling through the patterns faster than before.

You weren't sure at this point if he was trying to make you come or if he just wanted to torture you. Just as you could feel yourself starting to tip closer to your orgasm, he changed the settings, causing you to lose any progress you had before switching it back again with a vengeance. One particular cycle hit you hard, maybe because your body was almost to the point of begging for release, that you had to cover your moan up as a sneeze, burying your face in the crook of your elbow to hide your face while you got your bearings.

You kept silently praying that Geto couldn't hear the buzzing of the toy inside of you, but if he did he acted like he didn't notice.

"Are you sure you're alright? Your face is starting to get red and now you're sneezing. You're not getting sick are you?" Geto pushes your hair away from your forehead, trying to feel for a fever as he looks down at your face.

"I-I'm fine, really! Just allergies is all." You lie, hoping you sound more convincing than you feel. He looks at you skeptically before letting out a sigh and removing his hand from your face. "Fine, but we're stopping at the store on the way home and picking up some medicine for both of you."

By the time you make it to the cafe, you're surprised you're even managing to function. You're so wet that every step you take causes the friction from walking to slide just right on your clit. Gojo hasn't let up on his ministrations either, making it impossible to ignore the toy inside you with how often he was playing with the toy. At this rate you didn't think you could make it one more stop after this. You had already been so tempted to tell Geto that you were already tired and ready to go home, but seeing as how you had been talking all week about how badly you wanted to come, you knew that would clue him in that something was wrong which would lead to more questions and him possibly figuring out what was really going on.

By the time you got to the register to order, your mind was so hazy you could barely be bothered to read the menu, and just ordered the first thing you saw that your over stimulated brain could comprehend.

"I thought you didn't typically like those types of drinks?" Geto questions as you both sit down at a table closer to the back of the cafe with your coffees in hand.

"I thought I'd try something different. Since the place is new, maybe they'd make it b-better." You take a sip of the drink as if to prove your point but find that you did, in fact, not like the drink you had picked out. Too late to change it now you thought as you went to take another sip, trying to convince Geto you had totally made this drink decision with your sound mind, and not your horny one.

Gojo had other plans though as you feel him crank the vibrator setting higher, a little whine slipping from your lips as you brought the cup up to your lips. You quickly set the cup down and cover your mouth to stifle any more noises he might wring out of you.

Geto immediately narrows his eyes and you could tell he was catching on that something was amiss with you. He watches you closely for a moment before going to open his mouth to say something.

"I-I need to use the restroom." You say shakily as you abruptly push your chair back and head towards the bathroom at the back of the cafe. Damn Gojo, for picking the worst timing to turn the toy to a higher setting. You thought you heard Geto calling after you, but you were so focused on trying not come in public that you couldn't be sure.

You make it to the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief when you notice it's a one toilet kind and not a restroom full of stalls. Less risk of someone walking in and hearing you.

Or so you thought. As you opened the door to go inside, a gentle hand pushed you in, and you felt the presence of someone behind you as you heard the door close and the *click* of the lock. You turn, ready to tell whoever off only to see Geto had apparently been close behind you as you made your escape.

Geto gives you a stern, worried look, but before he can ask you what was really going on, Gojo decided to change the setting of the toy again, changing it from a constant whirring to the deep rumbly setting, causing you to let out a small moan. You slapped your hand over your mouth but the damage was done, Geto's worried expression turning into one of recognition.

He backs you up against the sink, using a knee to spread your legs open for him as he slides his right hand up the inside of your trembling thighs under your skirt and cups your throbbing cunt in his large hand. You couldn't hold back your whine, the feel of his hand on you and the toy inside of you almost pushing you over the edge. Geto quirks a brow.

"You're soaked. Did the coffee taste so good it got you this wet?" He teases before leaning forward and pushing his fingers passed your underwear into your pussy, poking at the toy inside you before murmuring hotly in your ear, "Or maybe it was this?" He goes to push the toy into your sweet spot, but you grab his arm.

"I, I can explain. P-please let me explain, I c-can't come yet." You rush out, squeezing his wrist tightly. Geto withdraws his hand from your cunt, opting instead to gently hold your waist.

"I'm listening."

You breath a sigh as you feel the vibrator inside you slow to a lower setting. Finally a break, you might just win this yet.

"Satoru and I made a be-" before you can finish, the toy spikes to what you assume might be the highest setting, causing you to whimper and drop your head onto Geto's chest while your hands grip the counter edge. You try to control your breathing and focus on literally anything that might distract you enough to keep your orgasm at bay. Geto being so close and smelling so good did not help.

As quickly as it started, the toy slows inside you. It was so going to be over for Gojo once you won this bet. Oh right, you were telling Geto about the bet.

"Go on," Geto says soothingly, rubbing what would normally be comforting circles into your hips but now it only served to further overstimulate you in your edged state.

"Right. Satoru made me a bet that if I-I can wear the vibrator while we're out and not come, then he'll do w-whatever I say for a week." You manage to pant out, bracing yourself for the inevitable speed spike you knew Gojo was going to throw at you any moment now.

"Hmm, that wasn't very nice of you two to leave me out." He mutters, still rubbing circles into your skin before seeming to lose himself in thought for a moment.

You had a sneaky suspicion that Gojo would of clued Geto in to sabotage you, but none of Geto's earlier actions suggested he knew about the deal. Maybe Gojo hadn't clued him in after all. A surprise really given how much they both love to tease you.

Geto lets out a small hum and you notice a dangerous glint in his eye when you look up at him. Taking advantage of your hazy state, Geto begins to slides your panties down your legs, letting out a low groan as he watches a string of your essence break away from your pussy. "God, you're so fucking wet."

"W-wait, Suguru what are you doing?" He picks you up and sets you on the counter next to the sink before he finishes pulling your panties off to let them dangle around one of your ankles.

"You and Satoru are getting to have your fun, so I'm going to have some myself." He pushes his fingers inside you again. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and bite to suppress your moan as his thick fingers pull the vibrator slowly out of you. He holds the pink bullet in his hand and observes its buzzing. Gojo must have changed the setting again as now its pulsing instead of the one continuous buzz you had previously felt.

You hear as the speed changes, the whirring becoming louder and echoing off of the walls in the small bathroom. Geto brings it closer to his face and licks your wetness off it, letting out a small moan at your taste. Your eyes roll back and your head falls back into the mirror with a dull thud at the obscene gesture. He chuckles.

"Poor thing, Satoru 's been so mean to you all day." He coos as he pockets the vibrator and goes to unbutton his jeans and pull his cock out.

You didn't quite know what to do with realization that he was going to fuck you here and now in the bathroom. The competitive part of you didn't want to lose the bet, and knew if you told him to stop he would, but the part of you that had been edged all day was very excited at the idea of having his thick cock inside you. In the end all you could do was whine out, "Suguru, please."

"Shhh, I know. Trust me baby, as soon as I'm done here we'll go home and you can end your bet, yeah?" He peppered your forehead with kisses as he ran his fingers up your dripping pussy, carefully avoiding your clit, before using the wetness he collected as lube to stroke his cock to fullness.

Once he's fully hard he lines himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing in. He slides right in from how wet you are. You bit your lip as he bottoms out to try and hide your moan but to no avail, he just felt too good inside you. Screw it, if you came from this you could deal with the consequences of losing your bet.

Geto grabs the backs of your thighs, pushing them up and almost folding you in half before he starts thrusting in.

All you could do was let your head fall back as you moan. His cock felt heavenly stretching you out compared to the small vibrator you'd had inside you all morning. His thrusts start out slow, giving you time to adjust to his girth. Not that you needed it with how turned on you were from the vibrator. It doesn't take him long though to start a fast and brutal pace, leaving your eyes rolling back while moans and whines fall from your mouth.

You were close, so close, that hot coil that'd been tightening in your belly all day just needing that one final push before it would snap. But why hadn't you hit it yet? You're lust riddled brain trying to sort through the fog to find that last spark needed to trigger your release. It's then when you realize that at the angle Geto was thrusting, he was purposely missing grinding against your clit, and just barely grazing that wonderful, spongy spot deep in you. How mean of him, couldn't he tell how badly you needed to come?

You snake your hand down between the both of your bodies. If he wasn't going to be of any help then you'd do it yourself! Except right as your fingers find your clit, he stops you by grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the mirror above your head. You whine, tears starting to well up at the corners of your eyes from how frustrated you were.

"Sugu pl-please! I'm so close, wan' come," you plead, looking up at him through the tears clinging to your lashes. His lidded eyes were locked on himself sliding in and out of you, fixated on the ring of creamy white that you were leaving at the base of his cock with each thrust. He smirks down at you and lowers himself closer to your face.

"Just a, fuck, just a little longer baby. I'm almost done, be a good girl for me, yeah? This pretty pussy 's takin' me so, so well." He ends his praise with a groan before covering your mouth with his own and giving you a languid kiss, contrasting the rapid snap of his hips into your own.

He kept his lips on yours, muffling your whimpers, causing the lewd sound of his body slamming into yours to echo through the small bathroom without any interruption, any fear of being heard by a someone else completely forgotten in the moment.

It didn't take long for his thrusts to become erratic and sloppy. You could feel his cock throb inside you before he shuddered against you, moaning into your mouth as he filled you with his white hot release. You moan with him, arms coming up to wrap around the back of his neck as you kiss him while he finishes fucking himself through his orgasm. He drops his head on your shoulder for a moment, allowing the both of you to catch your breath before he straightens up.

"Hold your thighs for me pretty girl." He commands as he fishes in his back pocket for something. You do as your told, your hands coming up to hold the back of your thighs the same way his own had earlier, keeping your ruined pussy on display for him. He pulls his phone out and you can see his thumb swipe a few times before angling it down at you. Geto pulls out of you slowly, both of you groaning at the loss of the other's warmth. "Eyes on me, baby."

You feel his release slowly start to drip out of you, mixing with your own juices that had dripped down from your entrance and onto the bathroom counter while he fucked you. You watch as his eyes roll back at the sight as he lets out a low moan at the sight. You also hear the sound of his phone's camera shutter several times before he shoves it back into his pocket.

He reaches back into the front pocket of his jeans and pulls out the pink vibrator, it still whirring lowly. "Stay still and relax for me. You're being so good for me pretty girl." He murmurs as he presses the toy against your fucked out cunt, causing you to shudder at the feeling. It slides in with a wet squelch, causing some of his come to slide out as it enters you, dripping down your ass to collect with the rest.

You're not entirely sure that you're thankful that its set on a lower setting or not, desperately wanting to come. Geto doesn't slide it in deep enough for it to rub up against your sweet spot, instead leaving it closer to your soaked entrance. He moves your legs around to slide your panties back up your thighs, causing the toy to jolt inside you slightly, making you whimper.

Realizing how close you must of been, he grabs your chin in one of his warm hands and forces you to look at his face. "Don't you dare come. Focus on me baby, deep breaths. You're almost done, don't ruin it now." You look up and focus on his face, still flush from his own orgasm, sweat dripping down his temples and part of his bangs stuck to the side of his face. You manage to slow your breathing down enough to bring yourself back from the edge. He gives you a quick kiss on your forehead as he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and zips them up. "Let's clean up here and head back home so you can have your victory lap, yeah?"

You nod meekly as he helps you down from the counter. He quickly wipes the it down before leading you out of the bathroom, not even bothering to check if there was anyone watching.

Gojo sits on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats. He's staring at his phone with an intrigued expression. The app on his phone he's been using to control the toy inside you showing him a lack of feedback from the toy. It looks like its been lodged in one relatively restricted place for a good moment, meaning there was no way it was still inside of you.

Had you given up and taken it out to shove it your purse? He could tell you hadn't come from it yet; were you too embarrassed to have an orgasm in public? Or did you remove it temporarily to see if you give yourself an orgasm and avoid him finding out about it?

He smirks to himself. Either way, it looks like he won. You had taken the toy out before making it home, effectively forfeiting the bet. As he starts to think of all the ways he's going to punish you for losing the bet, his phone dings with a notification from Geto. Figuring it was an "on our way back" text, he opens it before realizing its an attachment.

Gojo's smirk is wiped off his face when he's greeted with a picture of you looking up at the camera. Teary eyes had caused your mascara to run down your face as you were leaned back against a bathroom mirror with your hands holding your thighs up and apart, putting your pussy dripping with both yours and Geto's combined spend on full display, his come dripping down your ass to pool on the counter while your underwear dangled around one ankle.

His sweats become tight as his cock that had been at half mast before was now fully awake and throbbing. As he takes in the filthy sight in, he receives another text from Geto.

[Found out about your little bet. Hope you're ready to clean up the mess you made when we get home.🖤]

Realizing that Geto must of taken the toy out of you to fuck you, Gojo decides that technically wasn't against the bet. He was hoping if Geto found out that he would of sabotaged you, but instead it looks like he decided to have some fun of his own, and helped you win in the process.

Granted you still hadn't made it home, so he could be a jerk and try and trigger your release. But he decided against it; he knew when he lost, and now that Geto was involved he thought losing the bet was going to be just as interesting as winning it would of been.

He decides to give you a break and turns the vibrator off. Gojo leans back against the couch and begins lazily palming himself through his pants, eagerly waiting for you and Geto to make it home.

[nouearth]

Keep up the good work, on behalf of the all the male readers on the app WE APPRECIATE YOU💖💖💖

angst with bruce wayne x malereader, where reader and bruce end up fighting cause reader kills the target on a mission their on. And bruce ended up injuring reader badly and putting them in the hospital. Days later when reader is finally able recover bruce apologizes and they have make up sex.TOPBruce wayne x BOTTOMmale reader.

If you wanna add any kinks that's up to you...

hi, anon! even though i just started, i appreciate you for even taking interest in my blog! it means a lot!

as for you request, i finished! i did have to change a few things, like bruce injuring the other. it just felt too toxic, in my opinion, but i hope this satisfies you!

you're here.

pairing ; bruce wayne / batman x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, batman. word count ; 3694. genre; angst & smut. rating ; m. warnings ; arguing, blood, description of wounds, fighting, head trauma, mention and depiction of death and trauma, pwp, rimming (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, top!brucewayne, bottom!reader.

one—THWACK! two—THUMP! three—CRACK! four— CRUNCH. five—THUD. six—SPLAT.

you repeat the sounds in your head. there’s still a small chance that the culprit is still alive; a lie of hope that you convinced yourself of as you lie on the pavement exhausted, catching up to your staggered breath before moving again.

when you crawl back towards the man, the adrenaline wears off and a groan of pain draws from your dry throat. you hiss when the wet pavement bites back at the open wound in your hand, and again when it scrapes against your limp leg as you drag your body closer to the criminal. your body sustains even more unfound injuries, but the ringing in your ears cloud your thoughts—your curiosity.

sluggish in movement, you take the man’s pulse.

nothing.

you’re desperate and you attempt again.

no pulse.

again.

you repeat this cycle about five more times and you want to cry. as much as you despised the wanted criminal for taking the life of your parents in the past, the night wasn’t supposed to end with a death. if anything, you expected to be that very body that was devoid of life, anticipated it even. but the longer you stared into those eyes—eyes that gloated over your parent’s death, over the loss of many more lives—you realized they no longer haunted you.

nothing. those eyes hold nothing.

he’s nothing now.

two sprawled figures bask in the thundering rainstorm, yet only one can see, hear, touch, and feel.

you remember losing the fight, your head was clubbed with a bat. your arm and hand were slashed. your ankle was twisted over a clumsy mistake. and then you fell, calling for help multiple times through your earpiece. he climbed on top of you and large, calloused hands wrapped and squeezed around your throat, cutting the airflow between you and life. you did your best to fight him off, but it only fueled his strength as he devilishly laughed at your suffering—laughed at the likely possibility of escaping into hiding again, into killing again. you didn’t think it would happen, but it did.

you saw your entire life flash before your eyes as you struggled for air.

memories—great memories of your parents appeared in quick flashes as you had remembered them, treasuring you with all their love within those short ten years before their violent deaths. you even saw your boyfriend. for the little amount of times he smiled as the caped crusader, he made up for it as bruce wayne. you’ve doubted his love before and maybe he was a great liar, but those memories proved otherwise. you were loved. and now, you are still loved, and you didn’t want that taken away from you again. before you knew it, your hand desperately searched for whatever you could find around the surrounding area. a brick, you presumed.

and the rest was history.

you crawl away from the body and lie in the alleyway as you wait for bruce’s arrival, repeating your location through the earpiece. he grunts in response, gunshots echoing in the background. you assume he’s still fighting off the gang that interrupted the three of you earlier. it was the perfect distraction that led to the criminal’s escape—a chase that you’d quickly catch up to when bruce told you to go.

it’s not long after until your solitude is joined by the shadow of the night. a draft blows into the air when the caped crusader jumps from the ledge and into the alleyway, his black cape dragging along wet pavement as bruce heavily makes his way towards you. “you’re hurt.” he says with calmness, but your tearing eyes induce worry.

“where is he?” he bombards you with similar questions about the man and your condition, slight frustration in his tone when you’re unresponsive, but he scans your body of wounds out of worry—necessity, and communicates through his earpiece. “base, sending you my location. make sure a doctor is on standby at the medical center.”

the detective in him naturally has him study the surrounding area, walking in puddles of water, searching every corner, and treading farther away from you until he stops in his tracks.

a body, one that sported a familiar face. at least, what bruce could make of a face.

“he’s dead…” you weakly declare, watching him with guilt and a heavy heart. even with the cowl on, you can see bruce’s expression. you knew you had broken his rule—a key element of his moral code: no killing. that was all he asked. he trusted you as you had trusted him.

“what do you mean he’s dead?!” bruce’s voice is harsher upon your revelation, a disbelieving hoarseness crescendos. he squats, examining the body at a closer view, hoping to find a fault in your assessment. after testing his pulse numerous times, he turns his head to you like a predator in the night. “i told you from the beginning that-“

“listen, i can explain-“ you stared motionlessly straight ahead, shutting your eyes when you can hear his trust being broken.

“i told you from the very beginning that this was a bad idea.” bruce restarts, making a point to not interrupt him. he breathes out his words slowly, an obvious attempt to remain calm, and marches towards you. “this was why. if you would’ve just let me handled it-“

“it was in self de-“

“i get that you want justice—for your parents, for the victims, for people like you who had to suffer the consequence of his own sick pleasures.” his cape swallows his large body whole when he squats down, leveling eyes with you. a gaze pierces your own with bitter coldness and disappointment, and you smolder with indignation.

cowering your gaze, you watch his hands—shielded by gauntlets—expertly scout the medical kit hidden in his utility belt. “but no matter how heinous the crime is, no matter how much it keeps you up at night, you control yourself. “ he sprays his diluted mixture of alcohol onto your hand wound, sparing use for the other open injuries you’ve sustained. “you let the legal system—the public—handle bringing criminals to justice. we simply help them.”

a tear breaks free when the alcohol bites at your skin, and the rest followed in an unbroken stream. he’s right. you should’ve controlled yourself. the first two hits were sure to knock him out, but you kept going, and going, until the criminal stained your conscience with his final breath. “if… if i hadn’t, i would’ve died, bruce.” you whisper weakly, lips bitten back to hold in emerging hiccups. you knew you weren’t supposed to use his real name, but this was no longer a conversation between you and the creature of the night—but you and the light of your life.

“i-i couldn’t walk. i couldn’t escape. and i couldn’t breathe.” you swallow, catching your breath. “he had his hands around my neck and…i called for you, but i-I guess it never picked up and…” tears burn in your sinuses and your throat goes dry again, coughing out sobs as you recalled the persona of death itself looming over your suffering body.

he’s silent, occupying the loss of words by patching your remaining injuries up. in the absolute stillness of the world, bruce conjures up alternative scenarios where death wasn’t the ending to this dreadful night. even if he had come, your injuries were more severe than he thought, and you would’ve lost blood­—too much blood.

the world moves again as silence is shattered by a siren blaring proud. its flashing lights welcome your tears with comfort and when you turn back to look at bruce for the second time, he’s gone.

it’s hasn’t been long since you’ve returned to your apartment. after a month or so of recovering in the hospital, it was nice to return to your daily life. instead of rehabilitating your leg first thing in the morning, you’d cook yourself breakfast and watch the news, taking it easy for the next few weeks.

bruce would visit the hospital as much as he could, but you were too drugged out to have a proper conversation. since you came home, he’s been distant. you’ve spent more time with alfred and while you didn’t mind having the older gentleman around in the morning (and occasionally scold you for having such a disorganized place), you missed bruce. he would text and call in place of his absence but it wasn’t the same. you needed him.

“and right on cue…” you amuse yourself as a phone call from bruce rings, bringing you back to reality. “y’ello?”

“i’m coming over.” he bluntly states, an elevator dinging in the back. he must still be in his meeting this late at night.

“okay- should i order delivery or something?” you get up to quickly change out of your sweatpants and make yourself look presentable, but before you could, there’s a knock at your door and you beeline towards the entrance instead. “we haven’t tried that ethiopian place that just opened up yet.“

you swing the door open, anticipating your neighbor as they often shared dinner with you at this hour. “hey- oh.”

“hi.” bruce surprises you with a half-smile, raising up takeout of the place you were just describing. he enters tall in his form-fitting suit, tailored perfectly to the broad form of his body. for most of your relationship, you’ve mainly seen him dressed in leisure or as the masked vigilante. you were always taken aback by how extra handsome he would become when he was ‘bruce wayne, proud owner of wayne enterprises.’ today was no different.

you shoved your phone into your pocket and closed the door behind him. “y’know, usually when people say they’re coming over… they’re not already over.” you keep your spirits high as if your relationship hadn’t been affected by something as significant as death, taking the bag, you guide bruce to the dinner table.

a hug would’ve been a nice ‘welcome home’ gift. you think to yourself as you unpack the contents of the takeout boxes into separate bowls.

there’s an awkward silence as you do so. other than a few questions regarding your condition, bruce is quiet, eyeing you like a hawk, and you could feel his gaze from the corner of your eye. “did… you poison the food or something? why are you looking at me like that?” you humor the two of you to the best of your ability, but the only laugh that follows is your own.

“no. never. i would never do that.” though he knew you meant it in good fun, the thought of you in the hospital again—dying—awakens a sense of guilt inside of him again. “i’m sorry.”

puzzled, you look at him confused, brows furrowed in concentration of his words as you set utensils in front of him.

“for… not being there with you—for you.” guilt weighs his head down and he’s now staring into his lap, hands clasped together over the dining table. you watch silently in your chair, reaching out to blanket his hands with the warmth that you missed giving him. “i shouldn’t have told you to go after him. i could’ve escaped from the gang and gotten to you in time. i could’ve-“

“bruce, i don’t blame you. i never did.” a sigh escapes from your lips, your hand leaving his in favor of pulling your chair next to his. eventually you had to have this conversation and you wished it happened sooner. in an ideal scenario, it would’ve been in the hospital as you were recovering. “you know that, right? what’s happened, happened. i-i know you didn’t want me to, but i had no choice-”

“i could’ve lost you too.”

too, you repeat to yourself—his parents. a flash of remembrance is exchanged between the two of you when he looks up, eyes burned with red as he does his best to console his tears. it’s painful to see him like this, but all you can do is embrace him, suffocating your tears into his shoulder—his onto yours. “bruce…”

“but you didn’t.” pulling back, you place a gentle kiss on his lips and you both close your eyes after taking his hands into yours. “you didn’t.” you assure him, solacing the imagination of you gone from his destructive world with another kiss—harder—to remind him that you’re still here. “i’m here.”

“i didn’t,” he murmurs in between your lips before returning the kiss, continuing for longer. the positive affirmation possesses bruce to guide your body further into his in between switching locations to your bedroom, stumbling from the passionate exchange. “you’re here.” he holds you tighter as if the draft in your bedroom could take you away, only briefly pulling apart to undress in a hurry. the taller man kisses at your neck. bruce inhaling deeply into the scent of your skin that he long feared he’d forgotten while large deft hands roam your body, memorizing every hickey that he had left months prior. faded now, but he plans to renew them.

“careful.” bruce is observant, kicking the bag behind your feet to the side before he could lay you back onto the bed and press his bare body into yours again. “look at what you do to me.” he alludes to his hard cock, flushed against your own. you respond with eager hips, thrusting into the warmth that your bodies would share every time your cocks touched. you knew you could come right there if you looked, so you don’t. instead, you’re gazing into his eyes, pleasured by the way they would roll back as you two would connect thrusts in a desperate exchange. “one moment i’m crying over you, and the next…”

“i want to be fucking into you so bad.” his confession garners a genuine laugh out of you, and you lightly tug at bruce’s slicked-back hair, pulling only harder when his lips don’t detach from suckling on your neck the first time. the skin on your face and body is hot and you could feel your cock pulsate when he looks at you, lustful and desperate.

“then why aren’t you?” you tease in a whisper, your thumb gliding across his swollen lips before a lick stops your lone digit in its stride. bruce torments you with desire, maintaining eye contact as he sucks on the pad of your thumb, repeating the same process until he’s done the same for the rest of your fingers. “come on… slowpoke.”

satisfied that you’re now just as needy as him, he spreads you wide in midst of re-adjusting his position to kneel before you. his torso hunches over yours to leave wet and sloppy kisses over your pecs, staining your skin with additional licks as he works his way down. at times, his hand would leave your waist to stroke himself to the sound of your whimpers, but you’d stop him with a gentle squeeze to his wrist, reaching down to replace his hand with yours.

with your hand, you encircle his large cock with a loose wrist, sloppily spreading his pre-cum over your palm and you find yourself doing the same to your own erection. bruce watches you for a moment before pleasure possesses him to roll his head and shoulders back, basking in your skin-crawling touch and the sound of your moans. your mouth waters at the erotic view that towers over your body. the strong muscles in bruce’s thighs flex—harden—to maintain balance as he briefly bends over you to fetch the lube from your drawer. fuck. and his cock throbs—grows harder with your every stroke.

you’re brought closer when he rolls you onto your stomach, pulling you onto all fours and with a sweaty palm to your back, pushing your torso flat to the mattress and leaving your hips raised. large palms massage at your ass cheeks, spreading them open multiple times to admire the way you automatically tighten your ass when the cold draft clouds over your heated flesh. within seconds, your thighs tense when the air is replaced by a slow lick over your hole, drawing another soft moan out of you. “bruce, please… i need you. right now. stop-” you desperately plea, impatient for his sex. you’re unbearably hard right now, thick pre-cum leaking onto the sheets, but bruce didn’t care. he wants to admire you for as long as he can—admire every part of you with the wet muscle.

raw and intense noises of pleasure are driven out of you as he plunders you with his tongue. one hand leaves your ass cheeks to jerk himself off to your most glorious sounds, savoring the taste of your flesh with loud slurps and spitting inside of you once more, seemingly to mark you. he explores your insides with the intent to set off another heavenly moan that is music to his ears, practically drooling inside of you when he reaches from under to feel how hard you are—how much you’re dripping because of him. wrapping his hand around your erection, bruce strokes to the pace of his needy licks, diving nose-deep into your ass, inhaling and exhaling your delicious musk. “shit- bruce…“  you breathe into your pillow, sweat collecting at your headline as you’re embarrassingly writhing under his control. soon after, he replaces his tongue with his lubed finger, twisting into you with slow ease as he continues to lick at the ring of muscle, impressed by the firm grasp you have on him.

“god, i wish you could look at yourself right now.” he makes sure you’re used to his finger before suddenly pulling out, amusing himself with how your hole desperately clings to the loss of intrusion as you whine, tormented by his teasing. bruce returns inside of you with another finger, slowly working you in until he feels comfortable enough to twist and spread the two digits, repeating the taunting motion again that left your hole clenching and unclenching earlier. your eyes roll into the back of your head, rocking back into the steady rhythm of his thrusting fingers. “i can’t believe i have you all to myself…”

“fuck me, please…i need you.” the battle for your pleasure raged as you beg into the bedsheets, your body coiling tighter as your hole grasps at his fingers despite rolling your hips forward. “i need your cock, bruce. fuck.”

“since you were so patient with me…” butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach as you feel a loss of fingers, anticipating it to be replaced with something bigger, thicker. he leans over with gratitude and tenderness, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, and your body spirals when it does. you ball the loose fabric of your bedsheets into your palms when bruce’s thick cock slides right into you in one, long delicious move, and letting go to sprawl your fingers out when he pulls his hips back, his grunts ghosting your ear when he drives his cock back in.

bruce’s pair of hands sit at your hips as he slowly rocks you into his thrusts. each movement has you taking more and more of him until your ass is pressed against his pelvis, enveloping him, drawing him in, and at the same time, pushing him out. you feel full, filled when he burrows his cock deep inside of you, and you imagine he does too, his erection growing larger and harder as he fucks your heat with a steady rhythm. he kept on, slowing himself when he draws you back into him, onto a kneeling position, and quickening once again when you find balance within his strong embrace. your head lolls back on his shoulder as you stroke yourself to his franticness, driving himself into you harder to gut another delicious moan out of you—another animalistic groan out of him. your moans are caught in your throat when he slots his lips in between yours, only exhaling when bruce separates the tender flesh with his tongue to absorb that heavenly sound of yours like an addict.

when bruce is close to coming, he pulls out and lets himself cool, utilizing the brief cooldown period to minister your cock with quick strokes, lubing the throbbing muscle with his spit in between pumps.

then he starts again, guiding his cock with one hand and deliberately feeding your pucker with his pre-cum before pushing back inside of you again. falling forward from the force, you roll your hips back into him, crying out his name as you’re desperate for his cock. bruce fucks into you faster, harder, with no intention of stopping, palming at your cock at the most sensitive glans because he can feel you’re close. his grip on your hip is strong, bruising, as he uses all his strength to make you come. your stomach sinks and coils in anticipation of familiar feeling coming to a boil at the pit of your stomach, fucking yourself back into bruce’s cock and then into his palm as you’re hopeless under his touch. you can feel droplets of his sweat drip onto your back, the smell of your musk and his thickening the air with breath-taking fervor, and the taste of heaven and stars when you cry out again, coming undone within his fist.

“oh, fuck..!” bruce doesn’t stop jerking you off. he continues to milk you with a forceful grip, beating you off to rhythm of his thrusts—to the sound of sticky sweat-stained skin slapping into each other—until he finally feels himself come inside of you in long, trembling runs. one last thrust, and the head of his dick hits that sweet spot of yours.

he shudders into you, exhausted, collapsing forward and calling your name in tremulous breaths. you exhaustedly turn your head to catch his voice in between your lips, moaning and kissing into his parted mouth as warm cum leaks out of you in slow drips, streams rolling down your thighs and onto its way to stain your bedsheets.

“you’re here.”

“i’m here.”

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[imminent-danger-came]

It's Finally Time. LMK Game Motif.

Spider Queen: "The game is just beginning!"

(1x04 Noodles or Death) (Shout out to Spider Queen for being the first instance of Game Motif)

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Sun Wukong: "So, you thought you had all the pieces right where you wanted them?" Lady Bone Demon: "There are so many moves I've yet to play."

(2x00 Revenge of the Spider Queen)

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Lady Bone Demon: "Your destiny has not been changed or diminished! Your enemies have done exactly what we needed. And now, my queen, the real game can begin."

(2x00 Revenge of the Spider Queen)

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Sleep Bug Game: "Sleep Bug! Download now from the app store!"

(2x01 Sleep Bug)

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Lady Bone Demon: "With this, you will build your revenge, one piece at a time. Five more items of power must be collected, and then, we shall forge your destiny!"

(2x01 Sleep Bug)

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Pigsy: "I've seen it all before, games suck up the best years of your life until you're left a hollow bitter old man."

(2x03 Pig Pong Panic)

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Lady Bone Demon: "Just a piece in a game you can not possible comprehend."

(2x05 Minor Scale)

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Game Wukong: "After you complete the tutorials, you'll learn how to access-" MK: "Ugh! This is taking forever! How do I...skip."

[...]

Game Wukong: "REMEMBER. NOT EVERY OPPONENT CAN BE BEATEN WITH BRUTE STRENGTH! DO YOU WANT TO LEARN A COUNTER ATTACK?"

(2x06 Game On) (Game Motif the episode fr fr)

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Huntsman: "Why am I doing all this for you?" Lady Bone Demon: "You're only asking this now? Because, that is you're role to play in this game."

(2x08 To Catch a Leaf)

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Syntax: "My Queen, we can begin collecting the materials! The update is ready." Spider Queen: "*Breathes in* Good, good! I'm not gonna let that little lady play me!"

(2x09 72 Transformations)

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Lady Bone Demon: "It would seem the Queen's usefulness is drawing to an end. Time to remove the unnecessary pieces from the game." Mayor: "With pleasure, my lady."

(2x09 72 Transformations)

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Spider Queen: "I was just a pawn in the game! Like you." MK: "It's not too late, you can run." Spider Queen: "Haven't you figured that out yet, there's no running from what she is."

(2x09 72 Transformations)

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Gold Fish Demon: "The rules, they are simple: you put up something of value in order to win something of value! Win the game, get the prize!"

(3x03 Smartie Kid)

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Lady Bone Demon: "The Samadhi Fire is the final piece of the game, a tool destiny has gifted me to complete my work!"

(3x11 This Imperfect World)

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Red Son: "That's how I know you won't lose control—you can't, because you're the only hope I- the only hope this world has left. But! Only so long as you master all my tutorials."

(3x11 This Imperfect World)

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MK: "Ugh! Again! Remind me how this 'game' is supposed to convince me I'm not destined to turn into an evil demon monkey thing again? Cause every option I pick takes me to this!"

MK: "Same!"

MK: "Screen!" Macaque: "Hey you're finally getting it! No matter what options it's giving you, you're always gonna end up in the same spot."

(4x10 The Jade Emperor)

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Macaque: "Alright misery kid, you were supposed to realize by now that the choices the games giving you, aren't the only choices you've got! Life isn't some pre-written thing like a video game where you have to do what the tutorial says!"

(4x10 The Jade Emperor)

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The Jade Emperor: "How is it you come to stand before me today Azure, was there a point where you questioned it, or where you to oblivious with your own delusion to realize you are a mere piece in someone else's game!"

(4x10 The Jade Emperor)

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Azure, who gave you that scroll? Because whoever it was, they must have known this would happen, wanted this to happen! And they used you to do it.

[ellisgirlfriend]

my only one

dealer!ellie x reader

summary: loneliness always scared her, always made her cry at night when the moon was shining bright. She needed a change, someone who can fill her loneliness, lucky for her.. you were there.

cw: swearing, homophobia, the d slur, ellie being an emotional mess, mentions of drugs and alcohol

wc: 3.653

It really did become a habit of hers, writing her deepest thoughts in that messy diary, she only hoped no one would open it because, to be honest, she couldn’t even remember what she wrote in the past. That thought made her shiver from her cringy past self and the drunken nights she had crying in her empty bed.

Out of nowhere, the empty room was welcomed by a warm presence, Ellie looked up, still confused to her surroundings until she had received a soft smile from the girl. She felt a bit embarrassed, being caught like this, writing in that stupid diary of hers like an eleven year old. Trying to change the atmosphere, Ellie began to speak in a quiet voice:

“hello to you too, smartass. Don’t know how to knock?”

She wasn’t in the mood for any more conversations, she really wasn’t trying to be rude to her roommate , really, but after a long day surrounded only by frat boys, begging her for free weed every 5 minutes, it was really getting to her.

“Hmm, didn’t mean to, just wanted to check up on you.” her roommate said in a more serious tone, waiting for Ellie to respond while moving slowly around her room, admiring her drawings that hung on her dirty walls. She began to shift uncomfortably, this girl wasn’t just a random roommate that she luckily was assigned with, she was her dearest friend and unfortunately for her, she could read Ellie like an open book.

“Uh…”

Ellie said in a small voice, tired from being asked the same questions all over again, she was okay, at least she hoped so. She didn’t want to cause any problems with her stupid feelings that haunt her every night, her roommate looked at her from the corner of her eye, analyzing her every move while trying to get closer to the fragile girl sitting in the broken chair.

“Hey, seriously Ellie, talk to me for fuck's sake. I’m done seeing you like this.”

“Like what, Dina?” she finally raised her voice, making Dina twitch.

“Don’t play dumb, you always sit in your room, you don't even talk to me anymore!" Dina sighed, looking anywhere but in Ellie’s eyes, feeling embarrassed for being so emotional.

“At least…tell me what’s going on, please.”

Ellie looked at Dina, feeling even more embarrassed by now, she was so dramatic for no reason it made her slightly sick to her stomach.

“I'm just tired y’know, doing the same thing all over again. I…just feel lonely, I suppose.” she was trying to look somewhere else while pouring her heart out the best she could, Dina looked at her with warm eyes, trying to understand her. After a while, Ellie finally looked in Dina’s eyes, trying to apologize with her gaze, Dina stopped her with a soft smile. “You know, feelings are hard, it’s not unusual to feel like this, Ellie.” Dina touched her long, slender fingers and sighed deeply, “I know that after the…Cat situation…” she stopped, looking at Ellie trying to get an approval from her eyes, Ellie slightly smiled. “..after the Cat situation, every romantic relationship became hard for you to deal with but, Ellie, you deserve way better than that girl.”

After a while of Dina comforting Ellie, she finally convinced her to install some cheap-looking dating app. It was a start, I guess? Since Ellie didn’t really have the energy to go out other than to sell weed to gross looking dudes. It took her a while to choose a decent photo of her without Cat in it, it made her tremble, remembering the sweet moments she shared with the short haired girl but ignored it, finishing her profile. It looked good enough, she thought. Her profile was very simple, to say the least, with only two photos and a short bio with her age and location. She really didn’t have high hopes and to be honest, she didn’t even want to do it that much. But she knew Dina will nag her about using the app, trying to make her feel better. Ellie smiled thinking about this, she really appreciated Dina for being such a good friend.

Out of nowhere, her phone softly vibrates in her hands, looking up, Ellie sees the notification, someone was trying to send her a message. Man…this wasn’t good, her hands were already sweating, it was hard talking to a new person, with the romantic intentions in mind…it’s been so long for her. She tried to calm down and with a single tap, the app opened, greeting her with a simple “hey:)”. Such a simple yet hard message to answer to. Ellie tried to be smooth about it, putting on a flirty act, it was a common thing, trying to impress the pretty girls with her fake confidence. It made her feel good about herself, almost making her forget about how insecure she is when it comes to relationships.

“hey pretty.”

You clenched the phone in your hands, this was nerve-racking, such a beautiful girl calling you pretty had you on your knees already. It was a stupid idea to install this app, you thought, but you couldn’t even flirt with a girl without fainting afterwards. It was a dramatic thing to say, but you weren’t joking, not even a little bit, the main reason being that you are not…out yet, and it scared the shit out of you so talking, maybe flirting with such a girl made you feel weird, to say the least.

“i just wanted to talk, so I messaged you!” so cheesy, you thought

Ellie smiled, feeling a bit more confident with herself, you were a shy one, but that still didn’t make Ellie completely nonchalant, before answering she checked your profile and that scared her even more now, you were just breathtaking. Your hair looked so soft, your lips were so...kissable. She shook her head, trying to control her stupid hormones, she was weak to pretty girls, that’s why she was scared to start a new relationship, a new something. It was dangerous territory for her, from getting hurt like the last time. After a minute, she exited from your profile, she didn’t really want to keep you waiting so she tried to type a message fast without even thinking, that’s how her flirting worked. It was a weird feeling, almost adrenaline, from being so blunt without thinking, it made her feel dizzy.

“i feel the same.", she typed. A very short but meaningful message to make you feel even shyer, it made her smile a bit. It was obvious you were trying to type something but stopping right after, it was almost adorable.

After talking for a while, the conversation started to become comfortable, it felt like you and Ellie were meant to talk to each other, it was cheesy since it’s the first day, but you couldn’t blame yourself, you were a hopeless romantic and the fact that you were talking to such a gorgeous girl did not help the situation at all.

In two weeks, Ellie found out a lot about you, you were on the same campus. When she found out about this, an unknown feeling began to haunt her. Don't get her wrong, she was excited to perhaps, see you around campus but at the same time she was too nervous to face you. Everything was going too smoothly, she was so comfortable talking to you but…only though text at the moment. It's been so long since she was last romantically interested in someone and, man…she was so scared, she didn’t want to get hurt again, her heart wasn’t even healed from the past experience. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but her mind always went to the worst-case scenarios. You were such a sweet girl, she knew deep down that you won’t do something like that to her but still, the deep fear in her was there, haunting her to this day.

At the same time, she didn’t want to disappoint you, it was clearly easier to type something while pretending to be really confident but Ellie knew that in real life she would stutter like a bitch. In the past it would have been a lot better for Ellie, but after such a recent and messy break up, she couldn’t be so chill about it, unfortunately. She even tried to explain her situation to you, not in great detail, though, she wasn’t ready to vent her whole life to you but just enough to make sure you know who you're dealing with. When I tell you, she was so relieved when she saw your sweet message, trying to comfort her from the break up but also giving her enough space, it just made her heart melt. Her brain was sending mixed signals everytime she talked to you, it was frustrating, this feeling of being scared but also…not wanting to leave, she was careful, she didn’t want to make a mistake that could impact your...friendship, if you can call it that. She wanted to take it easy and just experience this new type of feeling, but it made her feel dizzy, it was hard just to talk to you and not feel anything, she didn’t want to rush into things and get hurt again, or even hurt you. It haunted her day and night, but my god, she was starting to like you to another level, writing in her diary about your likes, dislikes and even fun silly facts about you that you probably forgot about, every little thing about you filled her mind and she was so obsessed with it. She even wrote about places that you would like to go to, her mind making up scenarios where you two would meet, forgetting about how scared she was to even meet eyes with you. But it was a beautiful feeling, it made her feel happy to imagine all these things with you, she really hoped one day she could just go to you.

One thing about you that she would keep her mind fixed on is that you love history, always talking about it, she was confused at first, still is but nevertheless she was listening to every word you said about your major and small facts. It was such a boring subject for Ellie, especially because of the teacher, she purposely avoided that class with her whole soul, probably not passing the class but listening to you made her want to attend that stupid class. You made the subject so interesting, you made her focus on it easily, even in messages, she even began to be into this thing, searching in her free time about it, trying to impress you like a lost puppy.

A month has passed and everything was going great, Ellie was a different person, the effect you had on her was magical, even Dina was surprised that app changed her best friend so drastically, she couldn’t ask for more. She was more than happy to see Ellie back on her feet, that break up seriously ruined her and Dina couldn’t even look at Ellie without feeling bad, she really hated it, seeing her curled up in her bed ignoring everyone around her, not even attending to favorite her classes, Dina just wanted to go and hug her.

It was late at night, Dina was still thinking about the situation, patting her shoulder for being such a good friend while Ellie was moving room to room. That woke Dina from her thoughts, watching Ellie getting ready to go somewhere, it was pretty obvious she was going to some frat boys party to sell some weed since she was low on money, after that breakup she was less and less active with her weed 'business' or whatever, but at the same time, Dina was confused to see her such in a hurry, trying so many outfits, let’s say that it peaked her interest.

“Going somewhere?” Dina said, trying to hide her small smirk, Ellie turned her head to her, her eyes clearly showing nervousness, it was a bit too obvious. “Ah, just going to some party, y’know.” She tried to change her tone to seem a bit more calmer but her insides were burning, she couldn’t wait not even a bit longer, Dina looked at her, putting her whole attention on her which made Ellie shift uncomfortably, “You know you can’t lie to me, it’s all over your face.” Dina said.

“Oh whatever…” Ellie complained in an exaggerated voice, making Dina smile even harder at Ellie’s reaction. Ellie took a deep breath before finishing her sentence, “if you are that interested, I’ll go to that stupid party but…I think I’ll see her there”. Of course, it was so easy to guess, it’s been so long since Dina saw Ellie so interested in the way she looked, it was comforting to her. Ellie became Ellie again, she stood up from the comfy couch, approaching Ellie with a big smirk while she was making a disappointed face. She was telling Dina “don't you dare” with her eyes, while Dina already began to talk about all these stupid flirty scenarios that would happen tonight, it made Ellie flustered, her imagination going wild, betraying her but she still managed to keep a serious face, pushing Dina slightly, ready to leave this room before Dina began to tease her even more, plus...she couldn’t wait anymore. Her heart was beating too hard, she couldn’t ignore it anymore, she had to leave already, to see you for the first time. She didn’t know if she was ready, it’s been quite some time but still…the feeling of nervousness never left her body but at the same the excitement was growing with each second.

After a long walk, she was more relaxed, the cool air calming her warm heart. Unfortunately, she was welcomed with a strong smell of alcohol and she already wanted to leave this place and take you to that restaurant you always talked about. She was angry with herself for wanting to meet you here for the first time, in a place like this, but she needed that stupid money very fast, it was getting ridiculous at this point. Before even getting to finish her inner monologue, a group of people greeted her, already knowing who she is from her appearance. She took a deep breath before walking up to them.

Struggling to put the damn dress on, you almost gave up but after some time it finally reached your hips, you looked in the mirror, admiring yourself, trying to look extra fancy just for this mini date you planned with Ellie. You were so nervous, you didn’t even realize how late you were, there wasn’t a specific time planned but you still wanted to be there earlier just to finally see her soft features in real life, it made your heart skip a beat. Finally, you grabbed your purse and ignored your feelings for the time being, the cool air hitting your face.

Ellie was already on a couch, a bottle of alcohol in her hand, she was obviously nervous because she couldn’t see you in the big crowd. It wasn’t an official date or something but it still made her worried about your well being, she really thought you would come. Sighing, she gets closer to the girl sitting next to her on the couch. The overwhelming feeling in her stomach made her overly sensitive, especially after the whole break up situation, she really wanted to see you, it was obviously your choice if you wanted to come but still…she was feeling a bit dizzy. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the emotions, but she could feel your presence next to her. Ellie looked at the girl, feeling butterflies in her stomach thinking that maybe this would be the person she had been waiting for, when her eyes met with an unknown face, she sighed, trying not to make it obvious that she didn't enjoy her company anymore. She still talked to her, maybe she just wanted some joints or whatever, and she did but at the same time she was a bit too flirty with Ellie. The alcohol was making her even dizzier, she couldn’t even focus on this girl, so out of instinct she flirted back, maybe that was the alcohol or maybe the desperation you made her feel and the disappointment of you not showing up. She gave a smile to the small girl, giving her a discount, 'just for pretty girls' she said, cringing at her own words but still going with it.

The girl was ready to talk more with Ellie, but out of nowhere, a feminine voice which sounded forced covered the other girl’s. Ellie could feel a strange presence close to her, making her feel uncomfortable, she tried to move her eyes to scan the area where the voice came from, but the other person was faster, touching her hands so tenderly, it made her blush. She looked up, hoping that maybe it’s you, finally meeting you, but unfortunately, she was met with an unknown face, she looked confused at the other person, raising an eyebrow but the other person didn’t even flinch, it made Ellie frustrated but at the same time angry, who is this person?

“Can I help you?” She said in a deep voice, trying to show some confidence but the other person slowly began to speak, “Hello,my dear Ellie. I’m so glad we finally met." the person said in a high pitched voice, trying to sound different, she was beyond confused, maybe the alcohol was making her see things, she didn’t think so though, before getting a chance to speak the other person did it first “Don't you remember me? We were supposed to meet!” 'What', that was Ellie’s first thought so she just asked without even thinking “Who even are you?”. She didn’t want to sound pissed but let’s be honest, she clearly was, this person was mocking her and she couldn’t figure it out. “The fuck do you mean you don’t know bitch.” the person raised their voice, “I’m the girl you’ve talking to, duh.”

Ellie couldn’t believe her eyes, she looked at the person in front of her, this wasn’t right, at all. She began to scream “YOU’RE CLEARLY A MAN BRUH.” She couldn’t believe that she fucking got catfished, her blood was boiling through her veins. “I’m not a man, dykey. I’m clearly non-binary, respect my pronouns.” The other person said offensively, almost mocking Ellie’s angry reaction. “Oh, for fuck's sake, shut the fuck up,"She said, “you lied to me all this time, don’t you feel sorry??”

“Not really, and the fuck are you complaining about, I’m kinda cute. Stop with the pussy lover title and get here.” He said “WHAT, ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE GET AWAY” Ellie said in a deep voice trying to maintain the dominant act “At least tell me who the fuck you are so I know who I punch.” She said with her fists already clenched, she couldn’t resist anymore. “Heh, no one can punch me baby. But try your luck..” he smirked, playing with his long hair while he continued the sentence while everyone watched the scene, Ellie was clearly too loud and it caught everyone’s attention. “and I’m Zhongli, nice to meet you, little dykey flower.” Out of nowhere, everyone gasped.

"Is that Zhongli???!! From the hit game Genshin Impact?!” Everyone began to clap, this was unreal, Ellie was fucking confused. 'Zhongli? Who the fuck.' she thought. He had a smirk on his face, almost proud for being so popular, who the fuck is this guy, Ellie was fuming. She threw a punch but the dude looked her with a smile, throwing her on the floor. “You dyke.” He moved closer to her “You don’t punch daddy,my little dykey.” He smirked “Stop the act we know you’re made for cock.” Out of nowhere everyone began to scream “Yes!” Ellie was so confused, why was everyone agreeing with him? She was the infamous dealer in here , the FUCKKK. She gave these people free fucking weed at some point and now they betrayed her like this. “I'M NO COCK LOVER YOU BITCH” Ellie began to scream throwing her hands in the air, Zhongli just laughed at her, “Don’t worry baby, there is cure.” She was ready to spit on him until, suddenly, she could feel that she was flying. Confused by her surroundings, she moved her eyes to analyze, she was somewhere else…

”Huh..?” This was definitely the alcohol and the weed, oh my god. She looked up and saw Zhongli, greeting her with a smile. "Hello dykey poo, we are in Genshin Impact, Liyue, more specifically. Do you know the game?”

“No bruh I just fuck pussy and I play Butterfly Soup” she began to get angry, enough is enough. He kidnapped her , taking her in this game called Genshin Impact…? She was beyond furious. “Heh, ridiculous indie game, should have known from a stinky yuri like you.” What the fuck is he talking about . Zhongli finally dropped the bomb, “just imagine ima girl bruh. Not that hard.”

“Damn ok” Ellie said ready to kiss this mf

Sllorp

“Wow, you kiss better than my bitches”

“Told you dyke.”

Slurp

“I love you mommy…!” Ellie said, changing her mind

“Yes my baby dyke, love you too, dyke dick 😅”

“This is amazing, thank you for changing my life Zhongli, let’s stay here forever.”

“We will babe, no more break ups for you.”

Slorp she kissed him

“Thank you mommy, you’re the best women.”

“Of course el” he smiled

“Let’s be in here forever and make babies.”

“I love babys!” Ellie said

“Aw! How many do you want babe?”

“Hmm maybe three!!”

“Three sound good love” he smiles

author’s note: yep

[lovesickry]

- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [1.5k] ┈⋆⭒ part 4 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contents: smut (not with daniel im so sorry) , swearing .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: its coming along I swear

2 days before the commencement of the 2018 australian GP:

you’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, trying to go to sleep early to prepare yourself for the events coming up, you’d slipped into bed at like 7:30 and now it was 9 and you hadn’t slept a wink, fucking christ. your mind was buzzing with thoughts and ideas and memories and it didn’t turn off. you paced around for a bit, just across your room, fiddling with your hair. frustrated and annoyingly energised.you could go for a run, but you didn’t think that would help, and going for a run at 9pm as a woman, not the most foolproof idea. so you get back into bed, doing what you think is probably the best thing. your hands sink lower as you start to pull your pyjama pants off, drawing circles around your clit and opening your legs wider. god you hadn’t done this in too long, and once you got going you couldn’t stop, you swore you came atleast four time, your legs shook and your hair stuck to your forehead. but finally you could sleep. waking up the next morning was hazy, going about your breakfast as usual, checking up with grace, you were getting ready for a run, earlier than usual out of routine, you check your phone, getting your playlist lineup ready.

(1) new message from “daniel ricciardo”

what the fuck is it now, jesus he couldn’t leave you alone. you wished he would, make it a whole lot easier. you clicked on the notification on the screen, your body stiffens at the words.

11:45am

see you tomorrow

he was taunting you, he fucking knew what that meant, reminiscent of a time distant in your memory but never too far away that you couldn’t recall it. you weren’t doing this today. getting out of the app and turning your phone on flight mode, tying your shoelaces, getting your headphones and heading out the door, the run today was different, emotionally fuelled by so many things, anger, confusion, desire? you weren’t too sure, but something was scratching at you, begging to be released, you wondered whether you just needed to get laid or whether you just probably start going to therapy again. it was blurring together, confusing you, the anger and the frustration but also the desire for something, that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. fuck maybe you did need to seriously have some good sex. this realisation came much too late in your run, 4kms away from home and leaving you to ponder how you could organise this spontaneous hookup on the way up, clearly not portraying runners focus, but maybe that was meant to be, bumping into someone as you count your steps. you glance up and-

no fucking way.

you both catch eachothers eyes midst apologies and you blurt out his name, “theo?” he looks at you now, eyes widening and lips lifting upwards into a smile.

“dylan fucking tait”

“oh my god, what? i didn’t know you’d moved to melbourne?” i say, we’d been close enough friends in perth, mutual friends of daniels but drifted closer at parties.

“oh hah i haven’t actually, just here for the grand prix”

this keeps getting better, more and more convenient.

“oh no way”

“are you going?”

“yeah but in a different- um.” you pause to let out a slightly akward laugh.

“i’m a mercedes performance engineer” you’d never said that out loud

his jaw actually faulters.

“oh shit, well jesus you’re fucking royalty, my god, consider me impressed, wow dyl knew you were smart, don’t remember you being that smart.”

you nearly blush at the praise.

“uh, yeah - i got it last year, im the performance engineer for bottas.”

“that’s so cool, oh my god” he his eyes are practically sparkling with admiration and it’s kind of adorable. you take this as a wonderful segue.

“hey um how far are you into your run, do you want come back to mine for a drink or something, you can shower at mine if you want.”

“yeah sure that actually sounds really good, it’d be nice to catch up, i kinda came alone, nobody else i know is really that into f1”

“well, you know im probably the best person to talk to about it, and if you want i could probably give you a pass or something if you wanted to meet drivers, i don’t know if you’re still in contact with daniel but-“

“you’re joking, i would love that, you don’t have to of course but holy shit, if i meet lewis hamilton i don’t think i’d ever shut up about it.”

the conversation continues to flow as you walk home, drifting away from f1, to more personal topics like what you did after school and places you’d traveled to and things you like and your coffee order. there’s this almost mutual understanding in the air of what is about to come, but you both don’t care. you get home, where you both shower and you offer him some old clothes that you have that you won’t admit used to be daniels and won’t admit to yourself why you still have them, your pour yourselves a drink and sit outside and just talk more. one drink turns into four and when your sufficiently both tipsy, it’s almost immediate the change of tone as you walk over and sit on his lap, he groans.

“is this?” he looks at you, puzzled.

“shhh” you kiss him, and he’s hesitant at first, but soon he’s just as desperate as you are, gripping clothes and gasping for air, he’s nice and you don’t want him to be, so when he lets his fingers drift lower you figure he needs some incentive to go a little hard on you, so you grab his hand and guide him. exactly where you need him, gasping at the contact, he’s looking at you while your face screws up and your eyes flutter with every movement of his hand hastened by yours, eventually he gets the point, sticking a finger in you and noticing the way it slipped in so easily.

“fuck” you say

“fuc- so - wet” it’s fractured but it’s there

and you are, you’re so wet and your so desperate and he’s firm and warm and your definitely not thinking of anybody else who you wish had his fingers in you. he adds another finger and you lurch forward, curling your head into his neck.

“yes, please”

he starts speeding up, and you know that you’re close, about to cum embarrassingly early but your mind is too fuzzy to care, you come on his fingers and it’s dripping down your legs, obscene, vulgar.

he’s flushed red and his hair is messy from your consistent tugging.

“so fucking hot” he says to you

“oh yeah” you say, still in somewhat of a haze.

looking up at him, suddenly aware of the wetness dripping down your thighs as you kneel down in front of him.

“you don’t have to” he says

you look at him through your eyelashes “i know”

then you lick him, base to head, he’s smaller than daniel but you’re totally not thinking about him to notice that or pretend that it’s him above you making the noises and you’re back in the closet and he’s praising you and whining and thrusting into your mouth and coming down your throat. theo coats your throat before you even get out of your own head. your sufficiently warmed up now and when theo pulls a condom out of his pocket and gestures if it’s all right, you all too eagerly nod, he goes in easily but the sound of him sinking into you is obscene, you flip around so your on top. getting the most satisfaction at this angle.

“ohhh” you throw your head back, this is what you needed. yes

“fuck-so hmph good”

you could tell he’d probably gone longer than you without a fuck because he was practically whimpering, not that it wasn’t attractive but you were doing most of the work, again not that you minded, gave you more control, that you seemed to be losing more of recently. he came, before you did, but you came with the help pf his fingers on your clit shortly after, rolling off him and bringing a towel to clean him and yourself up, before throwing on a shirt.

“also you know that the paddock pass offer that wasn’t just like a bribe or anything, i know you genuinely love the sport and i don’t have anyone else to give it you, so just send me your details and i’ll tell my boss okay?”

“really, you don’t have to, i mean sure” he’s unsure but you know only a stupid person would pass on a paddock pass.

“i mean it theo, and we can catch up after the race on sunday okay, i’ll call you”

“yeah, that sounds good” he continues

“you’re really nice, i’m really glad i ran into you”

god he’s almost… shy.

“you too theo, i’ll see you sunday” i walk him out and wave him off. sufficiently distracted.

[sunshinestrand]

Happy Wednesday, everyone! The good news is, this fic is ever so slowly coming to a close and should be around here soon enough! But until then, I provide you with another snippet.

tagged by @welcometololaland and @iboatedhere — thank you so much, lovelies 💛

Alex clicks into the most recent post on Henry’s feed, a photo taken of a plane window with the simple caption new album incoming, without much thought, Alex likes it. Along with another of a beagle that Alex remembers reading once is named David and is an emotional support animal for Henry. 

Finally, Alex closes from the app and tosses his phone on the bed beside him. He sits for too long trying to convince himself that this is nothing and when that doesn’t work, he runs his hands down his face, turns on his side and presses a pillow to the side of his head. It does absolutely nothing to qualm the thoughts echoing in his head. For a moment, his body tricks him into thinking his eyes are growing heavy, and he groans when they reopen on their own accord. 

Alex rolls himself out of bed, his bare feet hitting the cool flooring. He needs to run or make a list, or both. He begins with the latter of the two while throwing on clothes and pulling on his running shoes. 

1. Feeling anything for Henry would be breaking his number one rule of never getting involved with a visiting musician. 

2. He’s only known Henry in professional sense for mere hours. There is absolutely no way anyone can develop feelings in that amount of time. 

3. Granted, Henry is very beautiful and talented and everything that draws Alex in. 

4. Perhaps Alex has always thought Henry was beautiful and talented (but not since he was twelve, Nora).

Alex rolls his eyes as he descends the steps from the apartment and down into the main studio area. For a moment, he doesn’t quite realise it, but upon a second glance, he discovers that Henry’s door is wide open. Another moment passes before he hears it, the melodic tune of a piano. Alex follows it until he’s at the doorway of the recording booth where sure enough, he finds Henry, his fingers almost floating against the keys of the piano. Alex goes unnoticed due to the angle in which Henry sits, and for a moment, he’s able to take him in, the way his eyes are fluttered closed, his lips parted ever so slightly and—

5. Alex desperately wants to know how those lips feel against his. 

6. Henry’s long, skilled fingers. 

Alex lingers for a beat longer before he sucks in a deep breath, forces himself away, and moves toward the entrance of the studio building. He opens and closes the door as quietly as possible, thankful for the cool breeze against his too warm skin. He begs his body to immediately stop reacting to his thoughts. 

7. He is officially screwed.

As per usual, I'm late to the game, so an open tag to everyone and then my forever tag @avacoleman <3

[timeofjuly]

ok so i think about rtc So Much. and i’ve been attaching my own obsession w being dog-like and loyalty to a person to the point of self sacrifice and now that i finally made my way to you tumblr i find out THAT WAS THE INTENTION ALL ALONG.

dead on the floor simply

-centipedelighting ❤️

Omg hi!!!! I have so many thoughts about devotion and loyalty with this fic!!! A whole lot of that centres around Quinn; too loyal, too forgiving. Seemingly incapable of moving on from the very first person to show her real love and kindness, the person who helped her build her life from the ground up, who is also the very same person who tore that life apart. And Quinn should be mad about that! Quinn should be angry about so, so much, but instead she’s so devoted that she’ll willingly and happily go to her own destruction. The very first thing I ever wrote on her character sheet (by which I mean the notes apps on my phone lol) back in August was “You give everyone so much leash and you let them hang you with it”. So much unconditional love that it’s so so easy for her to be taken advantage of.

But!! I also see it in MC too!!! Because MC’s like an attack dog; they would (and have) done awful terrible bad no good things for Quinn, and absolutely at the expense of themselves. Breaking up with Quinn in the first place was very much an act of protection and if MC could’ve torn themselves apart for that, they would’ve. How does the dog protect its master when they themselves are the danger? When they’re rabid and feral and out of control? They slip the leash and run.

When I first started thinking about this fic, I really wanted to draw parallels between the dynamic between MC and Quinn and the dynamic that the skeleton siblings have with each other also, because that’s a cesspool of thankless self-sacrifice and unbreakable devotion, too. MC (later on) will connect with Black and Edge in particular over this, because they understand what it’s like to purposely hurt someone you love in order to protect them. Sans too I think really gets the idea of thankless and secret self-sacrifice.

To keep working with the metaphor, Quinn and MC cannot grow and evolve until they address this issue, because this is what it always comes back to for them. They’re like dogs circling their own vomit.

Thank you very very much for this ask and letting me ramble about this; I’m so glad you’re enjoying the fic ❤️

[blxckchxrrybxby]

FaceTime: One Call Away

summary: It is your fifth year living on your own since having left Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. As midnight approaches, you find yourself suffering from an anxiety attack; something you thought you had long conquered in the years of your adolescence. In a failed attempt at overcoming it, you find yourself seeking comfort from the only person who has ever been able to soothe the demons occupying your mind; your headmistress and best friend. However, the thought alone just seems too impossible.

pairing: Cordelia Goode + Reader

warning(s): mention of anxiety, depression, slight explicit language

a/n: do with this what you will.

Your eyes scanned the dimly lit layout of your studio apartment. The thumping of your heartbeat raced against your ears and your fingertips twitched against the hem of your frayed hoodie. Your eyesight blurred, going in and out of focus.

Name 3 things you can see.

The Christmas lights you purchased two years ago on Black Friday hung crookedly against the accented brick wall. Out of all 62 bulbs, ten had gone out and four flickered constantly. You should have returned them immediately, considering three bulbs were already broken upon unpackaging, but who would see them aside from you? Besides, they never let you return anything from Black Friday.

Your eyes lowered to examine the full-sized bed beneath them. It had been about a month since you properly made your bed. The only pillow you owned was partially covered by the black sheets you told yourself you’d wash last Sunday. You still had yet to find the Roku remote that mysteriously disappeared within them. Although, since downloading the app, you’ve come to accept the loss.

Christmas lights on the brink of starting an electrical fire, a shameful bed, and a lost Roku remote. Does that count? Of course, it does.

Name 3 things you can hear.

You closed your eyes, unnecessarily squeezing the fragile skin shut. Your bottom lip slipped between your teeth as you picked at the peeling skin and tried your hardest to focus. A car revved up in the distance; popping a bit as it finally picked up full speed. You were sure the vehicle was older than you and probably emitted enough exhaust to take out the entire ecosystem. Upstairs, your neighbors stomped and yelled; working through this week’s cheating scandal. There was nothing like teamwork. And finally, the neighborhood’s local stray was most likely barking at a homeless man passing through the alleyway.

Move 3 parts of your body.

You opened your eyes and peered down at your posture. You sat on the hardwood floor against the back of your futon. The same futon you had been using as a couch since you moved in. You had only managed to kick off one shoe before your anxiety fully set in, but that was hours ago. At least you had the common sense to lock the front door before gluing yourself to this spot.

Move 3 parts of your body.

Today was supposed to be a good day. Yes, you had to work the opening shift after closing last night, but you volunteered. Then again, it wasn’t your fault that your landlord raised rent when you were barely getting by as is; forcing you to pick up extra shifts. You frowned as your knees remained pressed to your chest with both arms wrapped around them. How in the hell were you going to afford groceries next week? This was your second week pushing it off, and although you preferred not having to do the chore, you couldn’t indulge in cup noodles any longer.

Move 3 parts of your body.

Working an eight-hour shift wasn’t so bad when you really thought about it. It was only a third of your day and if teenagers were able to work it, why was it so hard for you? I mean, yeah, half of the customers may have used you as a verbal punching bag, and that one manager definitely violated sexual harassment protocol by “accidentally” touching your ass three times, but what’s new? It was harmless and it would be better not to draw attention to the problem... to yourself. Besides, you’d be fired quicker than you could say HR. Are you sure you locked the front door?

Move 3 fucking parts of your body.

Your hand released the death grip it had on your leg and grasped at your neck. It was getting harder to breathe and did someone turn up the heat? You wheezed and gasped for air as your hands struggled to rip the worn-out hoodie from your body. You gripped onto the futon, heaving over it as you fought with your lungs to suck in as much oxygen as possible.

You felt like a failure, but worse than that, you knew you were a failure. You hadn’t called your parents in months, not like they ever had anything supportive to say about your life, but they would find a way to blame you for the lack of communication. The aunt who originally found out about your powers—and passed you along to Fiona Goode—had died long before you got the chance to make her proud. Maybe that was for the best. She wouldn’t be anywhere near proud if she saw the way you were living. And the coven you once knew as a family was probably scattered about in the world doing amazing things. Things you wish you were able to do at your age, but here you were… bent over a futon, crying your eyes out because of a bad day at work.

However, it felt like every day had been a bad day for a very long time.

As you sulked and suffered, sliding back down to the ground, there was only one person that appeared in your mind. You knew no matter how many girls attended and left the coven, only one was bound to stay and tend to her duties as headmistress. And God, you hadn’t spoken to her in ages. How selfish would it be of you to call and ask for her comforting words after all these years of never checking in? What kind of friend were you?

A pitiful sob fell from your lips as you mentally declined the idea of calling her. You weren’t the type of person to take. You couldn’t just call her when it benefited you. That wouldn’t be fair to her. After all the people who used her and took her for granted, you didn’t want to add your name to the list. She deserved better. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t miss her.

Every last bit of her.

When your nightmares overtook your reality, Cordelia was there to ground you. When anxiety and depression showed their ugly heads, Cordelia reminded you that you could overcome them and even held your hand through it. Of course, as her best friend, you always returned the favor however you could. When she went through her insecurities, you were there to remind her just how beautiful she was. And when Fiona beat her self-esteem down, you built it back up.  As two awkward teenagers, you figured these were all phases, but it seemed as if the only thing you both outgrew was puberty and each other.

Your hand shakily took the phone into its possession and looked up the familiar number. Cordelia wasn’t the type to change her personal phone number. She was always concerned that if she did, her girls would never be able to find a way back to her; all powers aside. Your eyes scanned over the ten digits repeatedly. It was evident that pressing the green call button would potentially fling you into another anxiety attack, but you were willing to reach out—willing to be brave…

Willing to finally ask for help.

Your thumb pressed against the button and immediately the call went through. As you bit at your bleeding lip and listened to the phone ring, your heart felt as if it were going to jump out of your chest. Your breathing paused momentarily as you focused on the trilling line.

One trill…

Two trills…

Three trills…

Four-

You paused, completely frozen at the moment of silence on the line. In a wavering voice, you nearly whispered, “D-Delia..? It’s me… Y/N.”

Another moment full of emptiness.

You were sure you had called the wrong number like an idiot, however, within a few seconds, the request for FaceTime came through. Your eyebrows knitted together as you pressed accept with the last little bit of faith within you.

More tears welled up in your eyes as she came into view. Everything about her was different, yet so familiar, and her broken expression matched yours greatly. Before you could utter another word out of your trembling lips, she spoke.

“I was just about to call you.”

[pine-niidles]

March Project Updates

Artblock + Hiatus

Oof. It's been a heavy artblock month. Every tiny inch of progress on any art I've been working on has been hard won. All I've really manged to get out are a few rough sketches which I continue to only post in my discord. The thought of posting to general social media only makes me tired. I might officially call this a hiatus. I'll keep posting these monthly updates and notices whenever I have anything big to share but for the next few months at least it will continue to be pretty silent from me.

Convention Research

Now that I'm seriously thinking about doing conventions I've been looking into what that would mean logistically and what cons I can even table at here in the UK. 

What that means is spreadsheets. Lots of spreadsheets. The one I'm most proud of is one I've put together of all the UK zine fairs, comic cons, & anime cons I can find.

I also have a one for comparing manufacturers and one for my planned list of stock. I originally gave myself a deadline of June to put together at least enough items to look good on an application but after lots of data gathering I've moved that to August, since most cons around here seem to open apps August and later. I may or may look into setting up an online shop for the physical items before then? It depends on how things go.

Plans for April:

​The Sea Unseen

I'm once again taking part in this year's edition of the Sea Unseen Zine, I'll be working on my piece for that this month - I won't be able to share anything from that, but I'll be sure to put up a notice when the zine is out in June. I'll be drawing a common murre this year!

Finish Your Project Jam

A friend of mine linked me the Finish Your Project Jam which I am taking full advantage of to finish my 2023 digital sketchbook compilation, my hourlies compilation (both of which are about 90% done I just need that final push) and a zine about impractical but cool fantasy swords (~50% done). If things go well I'll also see about releasing a draft of Don't Wake the Sleeping Dragon, likely without art.

[ne0nlightzz]

Don't Forget The Sun | Creepypasta X FTM!Reader

Side note/ A/N: this is my story that i have put here for those who don't want to go to Wattpad in this unfortunate time of ao3 being down [mostly a joke] also how does one format a full story part on tumblr? i need some guidance here

story masterlist

PART: TWO

3:14am

That's what the alarm clock next to my bed read when I glanced over to it from where I was sitting at my desk, being back "home" is weird and unsettling but also oddly reassuring and nostalgic.

The way I've been sitting at my desk, listening to music quietly and writing [or drawing] with only my lamp lighting up the small area due to me being unable to sleep is bound to get me in trouble, or at least it would if I was at mother's place.

I looked down at my work, I've been working on a story [or drawing] all night and it's honestly still not the best, could definitely use some tweaking to be better. 

Putting down my pen and taking out an ear bud I spun around in my chair to face the window above my bed, it was nearly pitch black outside my window, only the streetlight a bit past the house illuminating the street and end of the driveway dimly.

I stood up and stretched my arms above my head before I walked to my bed and crawled onto it and over to the window, squinting as I looked out of it, struggling to see but being able to make out...the outline of something standing at the very end of the driveway, it seemed to be a person?...maybe a dog?? 

I don't know but I honestly am not even going to question what it was or why it was there because foe all I know it could be fake and just my mind playing tricks on me, plus I've seen so many weird and creepy things that I never knew if they were real or not.

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"Beep beep beep!"

That's all I heard as I laid in my bed haft asleep, assuming it was just my alarm I had lazily grabbed my phone from under my pillow and forced my eyes open so I could see my phone screen too shut off any other obnoxious alarms that might be set.

Once i finally got my phone unlocked and the alarm app was open I was slightly confused when I was met with zero alarms set, but then again i have zero memory of even setting my alarms before I fell asleep last night that I started to move my phone so I could just go back to sleep but when I moved my phone I was met with the face of a 7 year old in my face 

"Ah! What the hell!" I yelled as I sat up and swatted the kid away

"Good mornth'ng!!" The little girl shouted, a lisp present as she did so, then smile widely 

"S-s-screw off ya little freak b-because it's-s-s not a 'Good morning' when you wake s-someone up like that!" I scowled but felt kind of bad when the little girls smile dropped and a sad expression appeared on her face, I sighed and rubbed my eyes

"I'm s-s-sorry s-st-stella, I did mean too s-snap" I apologized to the little blonde girl who stood in front on my bed but stuttering with just about every 's' word.

Maybe I should have actually gone to speech therapy, that might have helped, probably not though. 

Stella stood there for a moment, seemingly lost in her thoughts before a smile made it back on to her face.

"th's oth'ay bubba! Mama t'id to come get t'ou up!" 

I nodded as I forced myself out of bed, standing up and stretching before I put my hand on Stella's shoulder and led her out of my room, closing the door as soon as she was out of the doorway and into the hall.

I quickly changed into black ripped skinny jeans and an old showcase shirt from last year's showcase that I actually didn't part take in like I had planned too. 

I also threw on a pair of socks and then my vans before heading to the kitchen.  [If you don't like this outfit, please change it to something you prefer!] 

Apon walking into the kitchen, I was greeted by Stellas mother, Brooklyn, and Stella in the room.

I sighed, not quite ready to deal with this lady or try to meet Stella's energy so early into my day. 

I walked into 

the connected dining room area and sat down next to Stella at the dining table, she smiled at me then offered me one of her coloring books that sat next to the one she was coloring in

"Stella, let y/n eat, he just woke up so don't go bothering him and trying to get him to play with you!" Stella's mother fussed at her

Brooklyn isn't a horrible mother, she treats stella better than I thought she would when her and my dad had announced they were going to have a crotch goblin, and she also does use my preferred name and pronouns so bonus points for being a haft decent human, i guess. 

though she does tend to fuss at her daughter for dumb things quite often, I guess it's something her and my mother have in common. 

"No n-no it's okay Brooke! She's not bo-othering me at a-all and I w-w-want to color with her" I said before Brooklyn could fuss anymore at the small 7year old girl who sat next to me and was now upset, with that Brooklyn gave me a small smile and nod then walked back to the kitchen.

I turned to Stella and put a soft small smile on my face

"S-So, what coloring books do you have again?" I asked and she immediately perked up and pushed her coloring books back to me, I grabbed a Lisa Frank coloring book and some crayons then started to color with Stella for a bit.

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After about ten minutes, Brooklyn came and sat across from us.

"So y/n, do you have any plans for this summer?" She asked, trying to make small talk with me. 

I thought for a second before looking up from the coloring book I had and shrugging.

"Nope, not really. I might s-s-see if maybe some of m-my old friends wanna hang out at s-some point, but bes-sides that nope." I answer. 

Brooklyn nodded and went to say something but quickly stopped herself, I knew what she was about to say but still gave a questioning look, after waiting a moment for her to talk she just shook her head and gave me and Scarlett a small smile before dismissing herself from the table. 

That was weird, I know she wanted to say something that referred to the past and I'm haft thankful she didn't but am also curious on what exactly she was going to say. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the suddenness of Stella's shouting. 

"Loo'th I'm done colo'thing!" I looked at her and then the finished coloring sheet she was holding up to show me, I gave her a small smile before speaking. 

"It looks great s-s-stell!!" I said and I swear I didn't think this kid could look any happier than she already did

"Th'ank you!" 

"Wan-n-na go put it on th-he fridge, kiddo?" I asked as I stood up, she was quick to nodding and hand me her coloring page before getting out of her chair and dragging me to the fridge, with that I hung it up as she clapped and jumped around happily.

I guess Dad and Brooke don't hang her stuff up or give her much praise on her work, but I guess that's to be expected from them but it's still kind of shitty.

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"H-hey Mrs. Brooklyn, can I as-s-sk a question" I asked as I approached her

"Sure, what is it y/n?" She replied 

"Is-s it okay if I go int-to town for a bit?" Once I asked that she seemed to think for a minute before nodding

"I don't see why not, just make sure to be back before it gets dark, okay?" She said kindly with a small smile, and I nodded and quietly said a 'yes ma'am' before rushing to 'my room' and grabbing my now empty backpack, I threw my camera, notebook, hoodie and my meds and ear buds in it before slinging it over my shoulder and rushing back into the dining room and out the door.

Once outside I quickly made my way around the property and to the 'workshop' also known as the shed, I opened the door to find everything nearly the same as when we left, I quickly spotted what I was looking for, the bike that's been in here for years. I quickly grabbed it, surprised it still had air in the tires when I checked, then made my way to the street, when I got to the street I got onto the bike and made my way into town.

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I rode my bike through town until I got to the entrance of a familiar looking neighborhood, I stopped outside the neighborhood entrance, hesitant to keep going.

I stood there for a moment contemplating my decisions and staring blankly at the stop sign across the street before shaking my head slightly and sighing. 

"Fuck it" I mumbled before getting back on my bike and starting into the neighbor.

A/N

Hey Hey!-  1. If you like this story, please check my info book or convos board because I have some important questions on there regarding this story and how yall would like it to play out. I'm also going to put the main two questions here so please do let me know what yall want!

Q-1- When should this stories timeline be set in? I haven't been able to choose in between current time and the early-mid 2010s so let me know what yall want! [I've included alot of stuff from around the 2000s-mid 2010s] [THIS HAS BEEN ANSWERD AND THE TIME IS RUFFLY SET IN 2012!!}

Q-2- Do yall want the reader to have a relationship with a character romantically? If so who? [keep in mind I've written the reader as a 15–16-year-old.] Also, what character should the reader have a close platonic relationships with? [PLZ ANSWER THIS TUMBLR- IM BEGGING YA-]

------- 2. I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the last and I'm sorry it's taken a bit to get out! My older sister is currently moving and I'm playing a big part in helping pack and all and have been super busy lately.

So due to that everything I've been working on has been postponed or moving slow. I currently have a list of requests I still need to do plus my usual stories [this, we are young, etc]and it's just all moving slow. 

Anyway, sorry for the interruption of your program.

I just cringed at myself and I'm sorry for that dorkyness--

-Luv Lee<3] 

!NOT THUROUGHLY PROOFREAD OR EDITED BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE MY LAPTOP!

[12/2/2022]

Edited: [2/16/2023]

Posted to Tumblr on: 7/11/2023. I did not removove the old a/n when posting, i dont know why, i just felt i should leave it.

[straighttxhell]

Get to know me! 💋

So,, @the-type-a tagged me in this like 8 months ago and never got a chance to do it cause tumblr kept deleting the draft but I am procrastinating doing my final project to graduate college so here goes nothing

Thanks for the tag and feel free to do it again cause lmao it's been a whike

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

No I wanna get a spider gwen tattoo but I dont have a ton of money rn

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

Pastel pink 🩷

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

Spinach Pasta

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

11:27 pm (when i started, its 11:50 now)

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, and Aquarius rising.

I also have Venus and Mars in Scorpio so that pretty much sums up why I'm insane.

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

I really enjoy cockney accents, Daniel Kaluuya's in particular. Maybe it's just his voice.

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

Yes, I accidentally stabbed my thigh, also accidentally cut it with a blade, and my legs are covered in permanent bruises from when I danced.

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

Every time I do it I get smth different, so either INTP or ISFP??

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

SPIDER-VERSE!!!!!! MY ENTIRE LIFE

I CHOSE MY CAREER BC OF IT

📺 - Favourite show?

The Office probably, or Community, I really like sitcoms

😂 - Are you ticklish?

Isn't everyone??

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

Yes, I am one of those ppl that want to meet like their one true love and get married and spend our entire lives together

😳 - Do you like your name?

It triggers me a little so I don't like to be called by it but I like the name by itself a lot

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

Like a beige green, I hate it but it came like that and am too lazy to paint it

🤓 - How did you get your name?

My mom liked it thats it lol

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

This month hopefully, my ceremony isn't until January tho

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

Yeah I have the normal ones, two in my left ear and one in my right ear so I can freely forget to wear earrings Id add a pick but I dont want to

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

Veeeery dark brown

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

A messy bun, I like having it down although it's mostly hot here so that's not possible, and sometimes I do have to put it in a bun cause my hair is really really thin and straight so it tangles incredibly easy and it takes me a good 5 minutes to brush it and I tend to be in such a hurry every morning I simply can't afford to do that

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

Yes I didn't know tho lol I was 14 and drinking funny tasting grape juice at sleepovers, my friends thought I knew lol uhmm but yeah after that I stopped until I was 18 and back from quarantine

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

Don't take me as a role model please, but yes and I love getting drunk, I've never blacked out but I do remember every now and then funny memories like huh I forgot I did that 🥰 Also I've only once drank so much I puked it all up next morning

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

Roaches?? Not trying to get too deep

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Hot. I hate not being able to move bc of cold, my body aches so bad when its cold.

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Cloudy, rainy and not cold, like eventually the sun comes out yknow

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Fall

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

Catssss

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

2 cats!! And my sister has 2 dogs but they're also kinda mine ig

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

No idea, I am way too sleep deprived to notice at the end

🎨 - Any hobbies?

Drawing, painting, video editing and designing, anything creative

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

New York 😭😭😭 if i had a visa also Id love to stay at the plaza hotel

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Probably Taylor Swift?? or the Spice Chalk Stretch Naked Wokfe boots

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

PINTEREST, a girl without pinterest is an angel without wings..

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

City by far, I've spent all my life in the city and wouldn't stand not having everything I have here

Tagging: @spnyuri @queer-cosette and idk who is still active here but whoever wants to do it

[pbandjesse]

Sadly baby mouse died overnight. I am not shocked after how quickly he deteriorated yesterday. I just hope he was comfortable in the end. I feel really bad. But I tried my best. I really did. I would bury him with his brother in the clover pot.

I felt sad this morning because of that. I hadn't slept bad. And let myself sleep until 9. When I woke up I had a sore throat. It's like deep in the base of my skull. Which might be be allergies but it for sure not comfy.

I got dressed. And tried to feel fine. I cleaned up all the mouse stuff. Said goodbye. Tried to feel normal.

I had a little breakfast. And I worked on the sweater project. I decided that it's not the right shape. Which is alright. It was a fun try and I will move on to the next project now. I am not sure what that will look like but I'm looking forward to trying to make something else

My hands need a little break I think though and I might do some sewing to get ready for the Christmas market. Or draw some new bears. We will see.

I would chill on the couch after I vacuumed up the yarn fluff I got all over the living room. I thought about cleaning but then I was just a bit paralyzed. I was tired and couldn't do anything. So I didn't. I had a deviled egg. I ran downstairs to get a package for a neighbor when the doorbell rang. I laid in bed for a little while.

I got up at 12 and finished getting ready. I put my shoes on. And I was off. I said hello to my neighbor outside. And drove to awah.

I put on music to hype myself up. And got there early. I was most of the way set up when Zoe got there.

It was a fun day. I was really pleased to see the sisters back from the spring who I really like. I also just really liked the project. We were talking about geometric shapes and colors and patterns. And everyone seemed really into it. Which I always love. I just want everyone to have fun. And this was a good one.

Me and Naomi also made some art to encourage the teens. One of the sister, Tiffany, loved the black outlines on my art and asked if she could do it too. Of course!! She seemed so excited, it was so sweet. Her sister, Sierra, held my hand and told me she was afraid of bees. She also was very concerned with the dates of the class which I think is very sweet. She just wants to know what's up, which I can absolutely relate too.

We had a lull between groups and were able to reset. I had a nice conversation with Mary Ellen about what puhtok does and the group I work with on Tuesdays with profoundly disabled students. She got a little misty! I was surprised but I also got it.

The adult class was fun. I had a nice conversation with Andrew and his dad about how Andrew has such a beautiful eye for color and his work reminds me of Hilma af Klint. Which I think made Andrew flattered.

I also just had some nice interactions with Richard and his aid. About pop art and painting. It was a fun class.

Me and Naomi would chat about her trip next weekend and how we have no class. It'll be nice to have a free Sunday. And we were pretty good at reminding people about it. Hate to mess up any of their routines, I know how important that is for them, but everyone seems mostly chill about it.

It would take a little bit to get all of the materials out away. Andrew and Brian had helped us bring things to the table and I got everything put away. Chatted with Andrew's dad. But soon it was time to go.

I remembered to alarm the building. And then walked to my car. Which was surprisingly warm. I took my sweater and socks off. And wrote my notes for the class while the ac cooled down the car.

I I went to target. I was originally going to go this morning but I am glad I waited. It was fun. But it was also incredibly busy. Target was having some kind of sale if you used the app. Which finally pushed me to download the app.

And I saved so much??? I had $18 in Cashback on my account I didn't know about and a $5 gift card, plus 30% off half my items. I ended up getting a $95 order for $58! That's crazy!

I did really good sticking to my list. But I also treated myself to a beautiful green fleece jacket that I love. Its so soft. And if we use girl math, with my discounts today I got it for free.

Of course it's way to warm to wear it. But in the coming weeks I am sure it's going to be great.

I paid after waiting on a very long line. Almost left the store without getting the security tag taken off the fleece but after the door beeped at me twice I went back and got it fixed. Oops.

I dropped off my purchases in the car and walked to five below. Which was also to busy but it was fine. I did not have luck finding what I was looking for. The final items on my list. Pimple patches and brown sugar chapstick. I still had fun looking around.

I remembered I had a $10 gift card for Ulta so I walked next door and had great luck. I found a new brand of patches that weren't expensive and the brown sugar chapstick! Which had a redesigned package so I'm glad I was able to find it even if it didn't look like I expected from the old packaging.

The girl at the counter was excited for me that my total was $4 after my gift card. Excellent. Love a deal. She also helped me fix my Ulta account that wasn't set up correctly. Why it had my Minnesota address and my brother's name I will never know. Weird weird weird.

I walked to the Michaels next. No luck on the strap material but I found a few other little things I was excited about. Some ribbon and super glue. A cup and a wall hook shaped like a heart. I had a coupon for there too. I was doing really good today.

I got a piece of candy while I was there and ate that while I walked back to the car. And then home.

It was a nice drive back. And I was really happy to be back. I was tired.

James was playing DND with their friends. I put things away and laid on the couch with sweetp. James said they would play for another hour. And once that hour was up I requested they get off and have dinner with me. So they did.

They would run to the store to get dressing. And then we had a salad, fries, and grilled cheeses for dinner. James just made one dinner that we shared and it was very sweet. I love my husband.

I have been hanging out all evening. Texting Celia about how whimsy is the best prevention for COVID. Sweetp was being a little cutie cuddling me. I got a shower. James and me are in bed now. I am very much ready for sleep.

James told me that they are very sorry that baby mouse died. But they feel like taking care of him healed something in them for the mouse tests they had to do in highschool. I am glad that we tried. I am sad but I know we showed kindness and that is important to me.

Tomorrow we are taking Sweetp to the vet for a check up. He is to fat so I am expecting them to tell us that. But besides that I think we are just having a chill day. I hope it is restful.

Sleep well everyone. Wash your hands and take care of eachother.

[gelican-gelicant]

Chapter 5: Persona

"I know that you say I get mean when I'm drinking,

But then again, sometimes I get really sweet.

So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself?

Or, if I say that you're beautiful to me?

-Affection - Cigarettes After Sex

Over the following weeks, Aysla finds that she falls asleep more easily on the nights when Astarion is beside her, happy and exhausted. On the nights he doesn't struggles, she tosses and turns through the celestial visions that have returned in full strength - prophetic, vivid, and disturbing.

Aysla is asleep with her armor and rapier lying in a heap next to her, prepped for her to don in the morning when they set out to lead their assault on the larger goblin camp, when she's visited by a strange visitor, offering vague details on her tadpole predicament and making himself out to be a Dream Guardian.

When that vision ends, she feels a creeping dread. She tries to wiggle her fingers, but she's paralyzed as a familiar aura, like a chilly hand gripping her heart, washes over her. She knows the dream that will follow.

She’s surrounded by darkness, but she can sense figures approaching before she sees them, surrounding her as she lies prone. Drawing closer, the shadows become silhouettes, and the silhouettes grow faces. She hears laughing. They’re laughing like it’s funny to them. She’s so angry, but they keep laughing. She tries to open her mouth to scream, or cry or beg - but she can’t. She hears a belt unbuckle, then the sound of trousers being undone. Unable to scream, unable to move, all she can do is watch herself be violated. And all the while, they laugh.

She wakes from the vision. And people wonder why I drank.

She thinks about reaching for the bottle before they start the day. No one would have to know. Just a few sips to numb her mind and obscure the creeping anxiety. 

A shadow of a figure blocks the little stream of light of the flap of her tent, interrupting her train of thought. A handsome head pops through, clicking his tongue. "Tsk tsk, so lazy - time to start the day, darling! We've goblins to murder."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Aysla and Astarion hang towards the back of their group heads as they head out.

"I was wondering about your, er, body art?” she says, finally caving to her curiosity. "Didn't want to pry, but it's been a fairly frequent sight."

Astarion looks away and shrugs. "It’s a poem - a gift from Cazador. He fancied himself quite the artist, and used his slaves as his canvas."

“Is it a good poem, at least?” she says, regretting asking already.

He looks at her dryly. “I can’t exactly look in a mirror and see it, now can I?”

“True. Well, let me know if you ever want to, while we still have our tadpoles,” she offers.

He cocks his head. “Oh. I hadn't thought of that. I may take you up on that, later - if that’s alright.”

She overhears Karlach speaking to Wyll walking ahead of them. "You dreamed it too? Freaky."

“I had a dream as well,” Aysla murmurs, not mentioning its horrific sequel. She doubts that part of her night’s visions were shared by the group.

“Same here! Same dream,” Astarion says quickly.

Aysla realizes he sounds like he's lying, but she dares not call it out lest he act even weirder and stiffer than he already is. He smiles, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. He looks exhausted and far away. She wonders if she isn't the only one who had a rough night. Maybe he has nightmares, just like her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

As the group walks past the revelry of the gobins in the courtyard, Aysla's attention is pulled to a lone, fluffy owlbear cub off to the edge of the boisterous crowd.

“Oh, he's darling,” Aysla whines.

Karlach bounces as she talks, “Oh my gods, adorable!”

A goblin woman stands beside him, aside from the rest of the merry-makers. She raises a hand, and whacks the sweet baby bird-bear upside the head - hard.

Aysla’s smile drops. “Oh. I don’t like that.”

She speeds a bit ahead, approaching the offender.

“Hello there!" she calls out. "What are you doing?"

She is all business, towering over the offending animal-handler.

“You fancy takin’ on our new chicken? It’s a bigun’, but that’s just more for the chasin’,” she says.

Her eyes harden. “Hmm. I will be taking the chicken with me, I think."

The woman has the gal to yank on the leash. The owlbear stumbles and makes a pathetically cute little noise of hurt. “By the hells, you won’t! This is our chicken, and-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake-" Her dagger is in the woman’s neck before she can finish the thought. She swiftly moves to attempt to block the slumping body from the crowd's view with her own thin frame, and freezes.

“...Shit."

Karlach, frozen momentarily, looks at her wide-eyed for a beat, then shuffles to the other side of the goblin’s corpse. Between the two of them, they somehow manage to drag the body to lean against a pillar, where it's at least somewhat hidden.

“And, a goblin is dead. Do we think before we murder, or are we going more for record speed?” huffs Astarion, as the group catches up to see the mess they've managed to stumble into within minutes of arrival.

“Right, so not sure if we’re all on the same page of making our way in without drawing attention,” Gale comments, looking quite disappointed.

"We've killed for less these past few weeks, have we not?" she shifts her weight to one hip, looking at the feathery cub. "Look at him."

Aysla holds a skinny-knickled hand out. He purrs, but it’s a nervous sound. She notices that he's trembling.

"Poor little lad,” she coos. “You’re just a sweet baby chicken, aren't you?”

She can do nothing but leave him there, for now. With his captor there, lying dead, she hopes he sees it as a token to convey that she means him no harm. But he just looks at her with big glossy eyes, all sweet and afraid. “Worry not, little man. We’re going to kill every last one of them.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Priestess Gut introduces herself, demanding to see her arm.

“Priestess Gut needs to touch you too. Hold out your arm so I can mark ya’ flesh,” she demands.

Ough, she thinks. How can I kill this one without making another scene?

“Hmm. Can I talk to you privately? True Soul to True Soul?” she asks. It sounds suspicious, even to herself.

“Well alright, follow me,” she says.

Well that was easy, she thinks. She raises her eyebrows and shrugs at her companions before following her to her chambers, alone.

She has a motive for getting her victim alone - she wants to use this opportunity to test one additional trick she may have up her sleeve. An ability she hasn't used in some time, because she couldn’t - it goes dormant and becomes inaccessible to her when she's chronically drunk. But if the visions were back, then so may be her the other gifts bestowed by her celestial heritage.

When they get to her chambers, the Priestess turns around to close the door. Then, when she turns back around to face Aysla, her face is suddenly full of fear, which lets Aysla know that it does, indeed, still work.

Aasimar are typically able to create a divine blast that stun their enemies - when Aysla was young, hers was a ray of radiant light. Over time, though, it had changed. She didn’t mean to become ‘fallen,' as those aasimar with macabre black wings and hardened hearts were referred to - but as her outlook grew bleak, so did her celestial light.

She glances at the mirror off to the side of the room, and she’s taken aback by her own appearance. Usually, her features are pretty, despite the air of apathy and pallor haunting her otherwise charming looks. 

In the reflection now, she sees a much different, more chilling image - an angel of death, complete with black sclera, and a terrifying, black cloudy aura.

There is a shroud emerging from her silhouette that is not like the one she remembers. There is no more light, no more angelic halo - it is all dark black ink; a horrid, necrotic mist.

The tendrils of necrotic energy, like black smoke, drift from her, enshrouding Priestess Gut. Aysla holds her gaze, and smiles down at her, with her black eyes - shark’s eyes - empty of joy, but inviting, welcoming.

Though its cold embrace evades Aysla, the darkness of death - of no longer being - beckons to her still, and it sings its magnetic siren song through her eyes to whoever dare look upon her.

Gut stands frozen with fear. All she can do is stare back into the void, as Aysla slides her blade through her.

Aysla takes a beat to gather herself. Fixing her face, plastering a casual smile back on, she walks out to greet her companions.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Walking further in, they discover a man in a black leather get-up, who she gathers must be a follower of Loviatar - a whip on the wall, torture diagrams on the table behind him, the freaky little outfit.

He eyes her appraisingly. “Greetings child. I’ve met few aside from goblins here. I was brought here to discuss pain and its intricacies, but I find my present company quite - well, primitive. Pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t she agree?” 

“Oh, surely,” she responds, having a pretty good idea of where this is going.

“Exquisite, you understand,” he replies. “I worship Loviatar; and both Loviatar - and I - are interested in how you handle pain, dear one. And should you delight her, you will almost assuredly receive her most gracious blessing.” He taps his fingers together villainously.

She knows she can tolerate quite a bit of ‘pain,’ and eyeing his little whips and not-overly-muscular arms, she's certain she’ll be able to bear whatever he intends. May as well.  

She looks at her companions with a slightly resigned and amused expression. Lae’zel looks at her intently, and Astarion and Shadowheart clearly have their interests peaked as well. 

“Now, I’ve got to see this,” Astarion murmurs.

“By all means, let us see what his skilled hand can get up to,” encourages Lae-zel.

“Alright,” she says, as she steps up to the mark. “Eat your heart out, dungeon boy.” 

She assumes correctly that the spot off to the side of the room, surrounded in droplets of blood, must be the place.

He whips her once, through her shirt, and she flinches a little in surprise, but not in pain - she’s reminded of how she used to snap rubber bands on her wrist, and finds she doesn't mind.

He seems to want more of a reaction than that, though. “The pain you feel will cleanse you - do not fight it!” he commands.

So she hams it up. At his next strike, she tense herself, waits a beat, then moans dramatically. 

Shadowheart snorts. Looking over her shoulder, she sees Astarion looking wide-eyed. Lae’zel, too, is absolutely focused. Gale appears to be watching through his hands, Wyll is politely looking away altogether, and Karlach has surprise and unfiltered horniness drawn on her face.

“Your voice sounds so sweet, dear one. Keep going!” he says, as he whips her again.

She cries out lasciviously again, so exaggeratedly that she worries for a moment that he’s going to know that she’s making fun - but he buys it, again.

“That’s it, dear one! Let Loviatar hear you!” He cries.

She tries not to giggle. He strikes her a few more times, and each time she offers a theatrical, pornographic moan. Is Astarion watching? She wonders.

“You bore the pain like a true believer,” he says. “Loviatar herself found her performance inspiring. She has deemed you worthy of her blessing.”

Aysla shoots a glance to Astarion. She could take or leave the blessing. She wanted to entertain him, and she's pleased to find that he does appear to be entertained. 

She walks past her companions. "Shows over, perverts."

Astarion speedwalks up beside her. "You're even more of a freak than I realized, Dear One. I'll keep that in mind."

She blinks at him innocently. "I only hope you found my performance inspiring too. Perhaps we can make another offering to Loviatar later."

Astarion's laughter peals out, echoing throughout the stony halls. He's never slept with someone more than a handful times before delivering them to Cazador, and as his longest-running conquest, he's relieved that she also happens to be of the funniest and boldest that he can recall. Her relentless flirtations take all the work out of the old routine. He wonders for a moment if he's luring her at all, anymore, or if it goes both ways. "Only if you make such delicious sounds again."

"We are here," Shadowheart calls from behind them, the eye roll somehow audible in her tone, "to find a druid, if you two can reel it in long enough to focus." 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Minutes later, Aysla has her rapier in the gut of a drow woman, starting a chain reaction; waves of goblins besiege them, and they begin slicing, beheading and disemboweling their way out, their plan to stealth their way through the place falling apart fantastically.

She swings her rapier through the neck of what she thinks might be the hundredth goblin, though there's too many to keep count. Astarion hangs back in the shadows, a dagger in each hand. Karlach is a frenzy, leaving a wake of goblins being thrown through the air. Lae’zel is fierce and focused, her silver blade stained red. Shadowheart, to her credit, does quite a bit of damage when one of her radiant beams of light actually manages to hit something. Gale shoots fireballs like they’re going out of style, and Wyll makes great use of his renewed arcane capabilities from Mizora.

After what feels like an ocean of goblins, they scan the area and see nothing left but heaps of the dead, the once-bustling party turned quiet and still, aside from a small, round creature, frozen in place.

The group drags, out of breath and thoroughly tuckered out, but Aysla still strides purposefully. Reaching the owlbear, she smiles. “I told you - all dead!” She offers him her hand to sniff again. He nuzzles against it, twisting his head until he rolls his body, displaying his tummy to her. She pets his underside gently, careful not to startle him, and he just wiggles affectionately. She gingerly places her hands under the crooks of his front legs and lifts him up, holding him aloft her bony hip, like a dense feathery toddler.

“You're a free chicken!” she says, bouncing him. If her heart couldn’t break any more, he nuzzles his head against her neck, closing his eyes.

Astarion looks at her, spattered in goblin blood and cooing to the beaked baby beast, and can't help but smile. “What an adorable little snack."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When everyone else is asleep, Astarion exits his tent to go for a hunt. He stops in his tracks when he sees the outline of a figure, standing at the edge of camp, swaying.

But when he squints, he sees Aysla cradling and rocking the owlbear cub and fights down a laugh. Was this not the woman who just hours ago was elbow deep in butchery, sweeping a wave of death? 

And then he hears her humming softly, and his smile drops. It would be amusing if it wasn't also so tragically sweet. Something uncomfortably twinges in his chest.

He stalks off into the night, away from the tender moment. It's not the first time that her affection has left him with this unsettling tightness in his chest. He often finds himself with an aching feeling when he's with her, especially when she's tracing little patterns on his skin, carding through his hair, rubbing soothing circles on his shoulders. They've been sleeping together for weeks, and it's unfamiliar territory, he thinks. That's all. It's only natural that some parody of a bond begin to form.

He tries to recall if he had ever felt this way with any of his past trysts. He can't remember anything even remotely similar to her - the lewd jokes at her own expense, the naive and lovey-dovey aspects of their intimacy, and the overall feeling of kindredness - they're all novel, but just more tool to use to endear her to him, he supposes. 

It is different, but good different. He wonders if she'll be back in her tent by the time he comes back. He wonders if it will come off too eager if he comes to find her that night. She might be too tired for their usual activities, but will she be too tired to hold him gently and hum to him, too?

He's never gone to someone's bed to just be held, before, nor has he slept with someone who granted him this level of comfort, safety and warm-gooey feelings. He wonders if she has.

[performanceandcharactercasebook]

Evaluation

This semester, I was tasked with creating a showreel comprising of several sequences which explore how a character can convey moods, thoughts, feelings, emotions and personality through gestures and movement. We were asked to look at how much could be said without words. We learn from a young age to interpret what people are feeling or saying purely through their movements, facial gestures, and posture. For example, If a person is sitting, shoulders hunched over, head bowed, and facial expression blank – this conveys that they are either dead tired, beaten down or sad. If they straighten up, look up in an alert way and tap their feet in an upbeat rhythm – then we understand that they are happy and present now. Some of the suggested performance areas were comedy, slapstick, dance, acrobatics or martial arts. I decided to explore curiosity, dance, comedy, boredom and slapstick.

Once I decided on this, I started designing my character. I started by drawing some character design sketches in my sketchbook. I mostly drew by instinct, channelling the specific feeling I wanted to convey in the character. I took most inspiration for the character’s personality from my innocent and somewhat dim-witted ragdoll cat Muffin. I further developed this innocent yet animalistic personality in my first animation test with a blank armature. My only regret is that I was very busy juggling two different modules at this time, so I could not experiment with and develop the character and their design as deeply as I wanted to.

For the first animation test (and the other five animations I would make later), I didn’t come into many problems filming and animating. I had previously worked with Dragonframe and the Stop Motion iOS app in previous modules, so I had no issue using them. Unfortunately, I had been locked out of my computer for the day, so I improvised with a phone tripod in my bag and the stop motion app to animate instead.

For the head of my character, I was undecided on many of the details of the face for a long time. I knew I wanted a tall, lanky character with a vague animal-like pointed head/snout, but I wasn’t sure on other features such as, in particular, the eyes. I liked the look of the shiny yet black-coloured eyes, yet I didn’t know how they'd be constructed (i.e. if they should be on the head or on stalks etc.). I made several maquettes made of Gallery putty and later plasticine. I experimented with different eye shapes and designs until I was happy with the final horned, pointy, blue-eyed design.

Once I finalised the design, I made a wooden base, sculpted Fimo clay around it, and then fired it in my oven. One issue I had was sculpting the horns; this was frustrating at first, as some of the mass felt bumpy and uneven. I kept smoothing out parts and added more clay in other areas where needed, re-doing several times before satisfied. I'm glad I made the plasticine maquette before moving on to the actual sculpt - this gave a good reference from which to work.used too much pressure at first and chipped the right ear off. Luckily, I was able to reattach it with two-part epoxy glue. In future, I will be more careful when I sand intricate parts of a build like this.

While picking out fabric for the costume, I wasn’t satisfied with the swatches available in the fab lab. I made a shirt from the linin there but didn’t find a suitable fabric for the pants colour-wise. So I got fabrics from other sources. In the end, I sourced some corduroy fabric squares with my own money.

After this, I continued on the costume by making the parts for the shirt. While marking the shirt for cutting and sewing, I used a blue marker. Unfortunately, the ink bled through to the reverse side of the fabric - so I stitched a star shape over this area so it would not be distracting while filming. Next time I will use a fabric pen or chalk.

While sewing the shirt parts together, I used the wheel on the side of the machine manually to sew. Not only because the electric pedal was too sensitive and went way too fast at even the slightest pressure, but also sewing such a small garment meant it was better to use the machines hand wheel rather than the pedal as this gave more control when stitching.

With the sleeves and torso done, I decided to sew the arm holes and shoulder holes together by hand. A sewing mauver such as this would be problematic if attempted on an electric sewing machine. To make sure I didn’t accidentally stitch the hole shut, I put a sculpting tool through the shoulder and arm holes to keep both sides separate.

Making the pants was harder as I worked on them at home and had no school armature on hand to reference. But I had some measurements sent to me via email from a tutor, so I worked off these to make some pants. I later adjusted the measurements on the crotch of the pants, as it was too narrow on the original pattern. If I could go back and make them again, I would make them less skinny and more baggy, as the final pants were a tight fit that was hard to get on the bulky foam armature at first.

I made my first proper performance animation with my fully costumed stop-motion armature on Friday, the 2nd of December. I had previously been busy with other modules and hadn’t dedicated as much time to performance and character. So I hadn’t really planned out what I wanted to do for this first animation. As a result, I somewhat made up the actions as I went along. My idea was to have the puppet go up to their camera and sniff it like a cat. The camera, however, was too far from the table. So I instead had the puppet paw at the lens with its hand. When I go to make another one of these, I will try to draw up a rough storyboard or sketch to work from. I also went overlength slightly. In my install proposal, I outlined how I would make my animations 10 to 15 seconds or so. However, when I showed this animation to my tutor, he said it was fine

There was one moment in the animation where the creature initially puts its paw up and sort of gently scratches at the screen. When I initially animated that part and played it back in dragonframe, I noticed there was a part between the puppet putting its paw up and scratching at the screen where the paw held in place for a second. In my mind, it gave the impression that the creature was pre-meditating on this act of scratching at the screen. Which I thought would be out of character for it. It’s more of an animalistic character, not quite thinking things through before acting. So I deleted this part.

Although not perfect for fully conveying the personality of the character, who I might name Neph, after the biblical creatures the Nephilim, I am proud of this first attempt.

For the second animation, I made a rough storyboard and made it significantly shorter. I made sure from now on, each animation covered something different such as a dance or slapstick scene. I liked how this animation turned out. though, I wish for the last reaction I had, Neph stay in a more splayed-out position rather than making him go upright on his hands.

For the third animation, I made Neph dance. I didn't want to go with a more conventional dance as I felt this would feel rather generic and not feel authentic to Neph's personality. So I decided to reference this spinning dance Gorillas sometimes do as a form of play or expression of happiness. I must say, this is my favourite animation I've done for the project. Not only is the dance itself well animated, especially the twirling part, but I felt it's the first animation to truly capture what I was going for with Neph's personality. Being an animalistic yet naive and free-spirited creature.

For the fourth animation, I planned out an idea where Neph would jump into a box and get stuck in it. For this, I created a specific box for Neph to fit in. For certain sequences, like the part where Neph is under the box, the box wasn't short enough for the legs and hands to show through, so I had to get creative and find objects to place on top of Neph to elevate the box. Such as a pencil sharpener.

This animation was the simplest of all in terms of both animation and content: a slapstick short where the bug from the second animation returns and climbs on top of Neph, and Neph tries to hit it off, only to hit themselves in the face. For this last animation, for the first seconds of Neph wagging their feet back and forth, I decided not to loop the animation like I did with the previous opening "idol" animations, like the hand flapping in the first film or the sort of meditative hand waving in the second. This made the animation look more organic and made loops of the movement less jarring, and I'm proud of how it came out.

Once all these were done, I edited them all together onto a showreel I am overall proud of the work I was able to produce with this module. I learned many valuable skills, such as how to make clothes and heads for a professional stop-motion armature and how to convey personality and emotion through characters. If I did anything differently, I would dedicate more time to experimenting with and fleshing out the Character's personality from the beginning early on. I would also want to move away from the more slapstick gags present in most of the films and focus more on small character moments, like the dance sequence, which I felt was a better representation of my character and their personality.