#but i DO think that experimenting in a low-stakes low-pressure manner until you find something that clicks in your brain helps

[mister13eyond]

talking to a friend about getting back into art and i think the #1 most important piece of art advice i could ever get or give is just "figure out what is FUN to you"

like i think there is sooooo much emphasis on how to build SKILL in art but a lot of it really treats art like a job or like video game grinding, like it's this thankless job that you have to work at in order to reach a Threshold and i know it's not EASY to make yourself have fun but like

imo a solid 70% of the reason i create art is because the Act of Drawing is fun to me. it's fun problem-solving and planning and putting down lines and playing with colors and tools. it's fun to depict little scenes in my head or to create outfits or to find ways to fill the canvas. never forget that creating can be fun. sometimes it's hard and sometimes you have to battle through your own blockades to get there but the ultimate goal should always be to ENJOY it, to find what you enjoy doing and then do it forever. improvement will follow enjoyment.

i think especially with all the debate about ML image generation it's more important than ever to embrace FUN. if you're only focused on the end result it's so easy to get in your own head- to think about what doesn't look good or what skills you don't have yet or to compare yourself to other artists. but photography didn't kill the art of drawing and AI won't either because, simply put, there will always be people who want to do the physical act of making art because it's fun to do! using paints and markers, splashing colors around, doing shitty pen doodles, using the symmetry tool in your art program to do abstract mandalas that are just squiggles formed into patterns. do art like you're 5 and you've been handed markers to pass the time. do art like you're bored in class and you're keeping your brain entertained by drawing stick figure comics in the margins. do art like an absent thing, do art because it satisfies your brain. the goal is not to make something beautiful and perfect, the goal is to make something because your hands need to make and your body needs to make.

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150: “I didn’t know I was allergic to coconut oil until I went to this one strip club and now look at me - in the emergency room of a hospital on the night of my bachelor/bachelorette party" Koushiro and Jou and no, I am not sorry

THIS WAS THE WEIRDEST PROMPT EVER LOL. I was a little conflicted between making it serious or comedy, but well, this came out.

As a note, this would be the prequel to this prompt here  :)  All of my drabbles happen in the same universe, so I follow my headcanons lol.

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I didn’t know I was allergic to coconut oil until I went to this one strip club and now look at me: in the ER of a hospital on the night of my Bachelor party

“Doctors always think anybody doing something they aren't is a quack; also they think all patients are idiots.”

― Flannery O'Connor

“Ah...you’re a blessing of the gods, Dr. Kido. If you ever feel lonely, don’t hesitate to call me. I am always free.” 

Jou smiled nervously as old grandma Fujita walked out of his examination room giving him a wink. A cold shudder ran down his spine, but he kept his professionalism and waved the old woman goodbye for the tenth time that week.

“Someone is popular” Hikari chuckled, covering her laughter with her hand.

“I prefer not to talk about it.” he replied, hiding his face behind his hand, in shame “Who’s next?”

“Mrs. Itou…” Hikari smirked “again…”

“What? What now?”

“She says her stomach hurts…” Hikari replied, checking the papers in her clipboard “She will run out of diseases...eventually.”

Jou clicked his tongue and pinched the bridge of his nose in disapproval. The emergency room was a serious place; Many lives were at stake and it was not a place for a group of older women with plenty of time to come and bother medical personnel with imaginary illnesses. Of course, Jou would never say anything, he was a gentleman and respectful of his elders,so he just examined the women and repeated that there was nothing wrong with them and sent them home with some vitamins.

“Should I call her in?”

Jou was about to respond when familiar screams made both Hikari and Jou's eyes widen. The pair rushed out of the office and to their surprise several familiar faces were in the middle of the room making a stir, while some of the other nurses tried to understand what was happening.

“Kidooo, find Dr. Kido!!! Or ….”Taichi screamed in the room.

“Taichi-san...lower your voice, Jou-san is probably busy!” Takeru said, pulling his arm and giving the nurse that attended them an apologetic smile.

“Then bring out my sister…” Taichi continued “My sister...do you know her?”

“Your...sister, sir?” the nurse asked, a little scared. 

“Yeah! My sister...baby sister. She married this...guy!” Taichi said, catching Takeru under his arm “Lucky boy this one, haha…”

“Onichan!” Hikari said, horrified. She rushed into the scene, apologized to the nurses and told them that she would take care of this.

As Hikari was busy calming down the rest of the nurses, Jou approached the group and took a look.

As Hikari tried to explain the situation and apologized for her brother's erratic behavior to the other nurses, Jou approached the group and looked around. Taichi was clearly intoxicated, judging by his goofy grin.

" You better have an explanation for this…” Jou said sternly “This IS a hospital.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Takeru apologised trying to pull away from Taichi’s uncomfortable hug “We do have a reason...for...Taichi-san, please stop it…”

“Good heaven” Jou said, pressing his temple “What did I say about drinking too much today?”

“JOOOUUUUU:...”Taichi said, smiling like an idiot.” Just the man I wanted to see. My good old friend! He’s my childhood friend! Did you all know that? He was a skittish neurotic boy...but now Look at him! A full on Doctor! I am SO proud of you my friend!”

He released Takeru and turned to Jou in a clumsy attempt to hug him, but this was not the first time that Jou had had to deal with a very drunk Taichi, so the doctor evaded him and looked at Takeru -who was, clearly, the sober one - asking for an explanation.

“Long story short…”Takeru sighed “something...bad happened in Koushiro’s party.”

“Ah...I knew it….” Jou groaned “That is why I said you should have done it on the day I could actually go!”

Jou made his way to a private room, where the rest of the group was supposed to be. Hikari had already gone ahead of him, and the doctor found her hovering over someone on the bed. Someone that was struggling to get up while making unintedibble sounds.  When Jou approached the bed, he was shocked to see that it was Koushiro. 

His friend showed the worst case of swelling that Jou had seen in his entire medical career so far and judging by Hikari's horrified look, the girl shared his thoughts. The boy was unrecognizable and judging by his incoherent and unintelligible mumbling, he -like Taichi- was awfully drunk.  Hikari and Jou managed to push him back down and keep him from moving, so that Jou could actually examine him to understand what had happened to his friend. 

Ignoring the fact that he was treating a friend, Jou began to look at Koushiro with a clinical eye and began to list up  his physical symptoms: swelling around the eyes, face, mouth and possibly other areas of the body covered by the clothes; the eyes were reddened , there were rashes and dermatitis on the arms, legs and necks; judging by his difficult breathing, there was possibly inflammation of the airways and his heart rhythm was abnormally fast . Koushiro was conscious, but it was clear that he was confused. Whether this was a symptom of what was happening to him, or simply because he had drunk too much, they would only know it with a toxicological examination.

“Pressure?” Jou said, checking on the boy's eyes.

“90/ 60…” Hikari said, scribbling in the clipboard “ A little too low. Saturation level is at 93…”

“Mild hypoxia…” Jou said “Koushiro...Koushiro...can you hear me?”

Koushiro didn’t answer, or more accurately he couldn’t. He had tried to speak, but the swelling was so severe that he couldn’t that he couldn’t articulate a word.

“Koushiro, if you can hear me blink twice.”  the boy blinked “Good, now...blink twice for yes and once for no, okay?”

Koushiro blinked twice.

“Are you in pain?”

Two blinks. 

“Does your chest hurt and is it difficult to breathe?”

Two blinks.

“Does anything else hurt?”

Another two winks.

“Your stomach?” 

Once again two blinks.

The conversation continued like this for  some minutes, while Hikari took note..

“His airways are swollen, he still can breathe, but until we find out what’s causing this, we need to avoid further sweelling.  Give him 50 mg of prednisolone on an IV with 50mg of tramadol for the pain. Keep an eye on him. I want a  full blood scan and thoracic plaque. I want to see whether there’s pleural effusion or not. Ask for a toxicology test. I want to know what’s running in his system...”

“Yes, doctor. What are you going to do  in the meantime?”

“Try to get the story about what on earth happened to see where this problem came out from...”

“Well, that’s going to be a challenge with how drunk my brother is.” Hikari said, looking at Taichi, who was sitting in a corner singing a foolish and very out of tone song as Takeru tried to keep him still.

“Well lucky for me, your husband has a knack for storytelling.” Jou gave her a meaningful look and Hikari chuckled.

Takeru was having troubles trying to keep his brother-in-law from making a fuss. Taichi was the kind of person who would turn into a childish and silly kid whenever he was drunk, and even though it was funny at first, it became very tiring later on. 

“Alright, that’s enough...Taichi-san Stop it!” Takeru growled sternly.

Taichi’s only response was a pout.  He then began to wave his arms in a bvery childish manner.

“Takeruuuu….meanieeeeee….you don’t treat your awesome….greatest brother-in-law in the world like thiiiiis….”

“Yeah...well, you’re acting more like a naughty kid than my “awesome” brother-in-law, though…” Takeru sighed “Stop moving already! And keep your voice low...this is a hospital.”

Taichi pouted again and looked at Takeru with a scolded kid look. He stuck out his tongue at him with “Hmph” and turned away, making Takuro sigh. 

“I don’t know if I should laugh or be concerned that your first parenting experience is taking care of your intoxicated brother-in-law, Takeru.”

Takeru laughed and rolled his eyes. 

“I hope for my mind health’s sake, that I never get kids as feisty as Taichi-san…” 

“With your genes and Hikari’s...I think the chances are low. I can’t speak of the potential nephews however” Jou nodded, and Takeru wasn’t sure whether it was a joke or not, since Jou had kept a serious look. “ Where’s Yamato?”

“Well, after trying to kiss his way all over the club, he was knocked out. He must be still sleeping in the car. Don’t worry, Gabumon and patamon are with him. Daisuke and the others must still be in the party, I’m not even sure if they noticed us leaving.”

“Right.” Jou said with a sighe “Ok, so...care to tell me the story?”

Takeru gave him an ironic look. A story? He could write a full short novel with the events from that day, but he took a deep breathe and began telling Jou all the things that had transceded that night. 

“Well, it was Daisuke’s idea and well, my brother and Taichi were foolish enough to follow it, I guess? Honestly, I just found out today when I arrived.” he explained “Somehow they thought that it would be a pity that Koushiro didn’t experience a little bit of a “bachelor’s life” before tying the knot and well...they dragged us to this...night club.”

A night club! Jou thought, horrified. Those were the kind of silly things that happened when he wasn’t there to keep an eye on those kids. That was the worst possible place to take a man days before his wedding, then again, the fact that this was Daisuke’s idea shouldn’t have surprised him.  That kid had been watching too many american movies. 

“Alright...I need to know everything,” Jou sighed, taking out his pen “Everything that Koushiro did. What did he drink, eat, touch...all of it.”

“Ehr...sure…” Takeru said, trying to recall all the things that had happened earlier. It was hard since what had not happened that day. 

Daisuke’s plan had totally taken Koushiro by surprise.  He had expected a causal night on some local bar drinking a couple beers with friends and telling stupid stories, before going home and sleeping until the next day. The computer genius was speechless when his friends had pulled him into this exotic night club in which, apparently, women danced and took off their clothes as they did. He didn’t even know those places existed in Japan. 

The night had started calm, all things considered. Koushiro was visibly feeling awkward and Takeru couldn’t blame him. Supposedly, Takeru was the one famous for his suave style and his ease dealing with girls, but even he had to admit, the whole place intimidated him.

Taichi and Yamato had been awkward at first too, but after several drinks they began to loosen up and their usual drunkish traits began to surface. Half an hour and many drinks later, all of his friends were pretty much drunk and  even Koushiro was much more relaxed.  Then it happened.  Daisuke had reserved some popular dancers or whatsoever to "assist" at his friend's bachelor party. The girls, who Takeru made sure to describe as absolutely not his type, just in case Jou decided to share the tale with Hikari, had given Koushiro a very...intense and provocative lap dance. Koushiro was so shocked that he had fainted on the chair. The pattern was repeated several times during the evening: a random dancer would come, give the bachelor a lap dance, Koushiro would faint, then wake up to drink another cup of liquor, and it would start all over again. 

“And you were the only one actually sober?”  Jou asked.

“I did have a beer…” Takeru admitted “but hey I am married, okay? Daisuke kept teasing me for being the grumpy married guy of the party whenever I said that I thought it was a bad idea. ”

“GRUMPY OLD MAN...hahaha…” Taichi laughed loudly pulling Takeru’s shirt. He slapped the older boy’s hand and glared. 

“Taichi-san ...quiet!”

“Well, at least someone had a cool head there. Embarrasing enough, it was the youngest of the group.” Jou said, rolling his eyes  and looking at Taichi disapprovingly “alright, lap dancing aside. What did Koushiro eat?”

“I think he had some of those peanuts on the table and some chips and a sandwich.”

“He ate those damn peanuts?” Jou said horrified “Do you have any idea of the sort of things you can find in those plates? Do you have any idea of how many people touch those things without washing their hands?”

“Believe me, I know…” Takeru sighed. His wife wouldn’t let him forget it whenever he went out for a drink with the guys “but I think Koushiro has his mind somewhere else to actually think of that detail. Do you think it caused this?”

“Well, no...that was just an outburst of indignation. Continue….” 

“He had several beers, then Daisuke suggested moving to stronger drinks. I think he had several margaritas and cocktails. Other than that...it was all good.”

“Any fruit in those cocktails, aside the lemons?”

“No, I don’t think so…” Takeru said “Why?”

“Just checking.” Jou said “Was he okay before...the party?”

“Yeah, he was fine. He was talking with Mimi before we left his office.” 

“So when did he begin to feel sick?”

“Eh...I’m not sure. After the twelfth lap dance maybe?”

“ Number twelve smelled niiiicce. Hawaian lotion smelled so good… made me want caaaaandy…” Taichi giggled “remember that coco candy? Hehehe…”

 The two men ignored Taichi’s incoherent comments and continued speaking. Takeru would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious right now.

“So he didn’t eat or drink anything unusual?”

“Not that I noticed…”

“Coco….Coco….cococoooo” Taichi sang sillily.

Jou ignored him and looked at the notes he had in his clipboard. 

“Huh...I guess I’ll need those results before I can do anything. This doesn’t tell me much...”

The good news was that the medication was helping Koushiro a little. The swelling was still there,  but it had gone down a little and he wasn’t in pain. He still couldn’t move, but it seemed to be a lot more conscious compared to how he had arrived.  About one hour later, Hikari came into the room with the lab results and Jou looked through the papers carefully. 

“Eosinophils count is high…” he said “he’s pretty intoxicated, however, it shouldn’t be enough to altere his white cell count. Aside from the drugs we gave him, he’s clean...so it wasn’t a case of accidental drugging or poisoning. Inflammatory indicators are high, as expected and no pleural effusion. Good. Let's keep on with the prednisone and the tramadol until we find out what's the cause. At least we know it is not Lupus… ' Jou said.

Hikari chuckled.

“Quating Dr. House there?”

“Just to break the tension” Jou smiled with a shrug " let's monitore these indicators just in case. I want to make a scrap of his rash to see what we find there." 

"Full test?" Hikari asked.  

Jou nodded and Hikari did as she was told. Considering how his friend had come in earlier, Koushiro was evolving really well. The steroids were helping with the inflammation and that was letting him breathe better. The question,now, was: what had caused it? 

"You sure had a hell of the night, huh Koushiro?" Jou said with a raised eyebrow. 

Two blinks and a pathetic look. Jou looked at him sympathetically , he was going to develop a trauma after tonight, that's for sure and he would have to thank Daisuke and his friends for it.

The results came in later that night. The blood test seemed better, so they continued with the treatment as it was. The skin scraping had come negative for fungi, parasites and bacteria. However the note from the analyst caught his attention. It read:  presence of oily substance. It was identified as vegetable oil, most likely coconut. 

Coconut?

 Suddenly, some of the  things he had heard that night  began to click. Taichi had sillily said something about someone smelling like a Hawaiian lotion that reminded him of the coconut sweets he liked. Now, the pathologist said there was coconut oil on the samples. It was as if a light bulb had been lit in his head and the answer became clear. 

Koushiro had had a bad allergic reaction to coconut oil. Coconut allergy was rare, but the chances were high, since he was allergic to walnuts and cross reaction with coconut were common. An hypersensibility reaction would explain the result of  eosinophils  in his blood test. His symptoms also pointed to a severe allergic reaction.How had he not seen it earlier? 

Poor Koushiro. Ending up in a hospital on his bachelor party night, just because one girl had danced on his lap after a skin treatment with coconut oil. He'd have to message Mimi and tell her to get rid of all her coconut skin products, or she would get a not very nice surprise on their wedding night. 

The whole thing was so ridiculous that Jou burst into a fit of laughter, just when Hikari stepped in to the office. The girl stared at him dumbfounded and the older man tried to compose himself, but looking at his friend’s face, he knew he'd already failed poorly. 

"Y-Yeah?" he said, smiling .

"Mimi is in the hall demanding to know what happened to her fiancé…" Hikari said shyly "I wasn't sure what to say…" 

"Right.” Now he had another problem. A feisty Mimi who wouldn’t be too happy about the way her fiancé had decided to spend his bachelor party “Leave it to me."

“ Good luck...she’s angry.”

Jou gave her an amused look as he fixed his doctor’s coat and stepped out of the office. This was probably the strangest night he’d ever had in the ER, but one way or another, he had saved his friend, and that, was enough to make him proud, even if it had only been a silly allergic reaction to coconut oil.

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“You’ve been so good, you deserve a treat~”

BDSM Kink Sentence Starters |NSFW| - @oldamicitia

They had been in a session, the break between meetings for Clarus and his father meaning the older man could come and pamper his companion. Say nothing about the fact that he was the son of the single most powerful men in the country, or that technically Clarus had both of them on a rather short leash. Regis had been busy with something until their next meeting some number of hours later, leaving the shield no small amount of time to work the prince through his paces. Most of it had been spent as the sessions normally had, Noctis on hands and knees ready to receive anything that would be given to him, only that this time he was to received and not get the gratification that he wanted so badly.

Instead, all Clarus had done was roughly prepare him, using the distraction that he sensation provided to snap a ring on him, earning nothing short of a low moan from the young man. He knew that it meant he wouldn’t be allowed to find release until Clarus had decided he was done, or it was time for him to go to his meeting. Noctis was a moment from asking him if it was necessary today, before he was pulled back onto the sinful member, his shaft pressing into him in every manner he could possibly think of. It was showing just how much skill and experience the other had, that he started slow just barely long enough for Noctis to get used to his girth, before he pushed the prince away, adjusting hands to hold onto hips before slamming into him. There was no point in being silent, the only one that would hear them being Gladio and he knew full well that his father was entertaining his lover because he’d apparently ‘failed to deliver.’

Had it been just once it would have been one thing, but Clarus had apparently wanted nothing more than to take him on any and every surface in the room. Toys and things were introduced part of the way through, cuffs the most notable among them as he made sure to play up his role of master. And all the while, the Prince of Lucis was panting and moaning, trying once or twice to grind his painfully erect cock into whatever surface he was against in an attempt to either divest himself of the damn ring, or relieve some of the pressure that threatened to turn him into a begging mess. All the while he was being plowed into, words of reverence and care whispered into his ear. How he was being a good boy, taking it for so long and not trying anything.

What had seemed like an eternity later, he sat with shoulders pressed into the man’s bed, on his knees with his ass up in the air and hands bound behind his back. His master was satisfied and he was exhausted, drooling on the bed and wanting nothing more than to be fucked until he came and blacked out. But he wouldn’t be given that pleasure yet, one of Clarus’ least used toys finding it’s home in his gaping hole and the familiar click of a switch the only warning he got before the plug he’d been graced with started vibrating harshly, dragging more moans from the black haired man. The only thing that could be arguably worse was that he was still full, and the silicone device kept him from solving the problem he found himself with. A hand on his rear and the sight of Clarus’ face appearing before his half lidded and sex hazed eyes brought about another moan, because he knew that it meant the man was going to leave him like this.

“You’ve been so good, you deserve a treat~” he spoke quietly, giving a slap to his cheek before leaving, the door clicking shut but not locking a reminder that he should not make any noise lest someone come and find him.

What couldn’t have been twenty minutes of torture later, the door opened again, followed by the heavy footsteps of his lover, the younger Amicitia. He could hear the man’s intake of breath, and his approach brought him within his line of sight. Apparently his father had left the keys to the handcuffs for Gladio, if suddenly being able to hold weight on semi-cooperative arms was anything to go by. His swell of excitement at finally being able to find release was squished as he was arranged with the man he love’s cock pressing against his face. He didn’t need instructions, mouth parting for him to use his mouth as he pleased.

It wasn’t long, though the pace that was set left nothing of his state of mind to the imagination. Gladio had grabbed him by the back of the head and rutted into his mouth with abandon, and the moment that Noctis could taste the bitterness of pre-come on his tongue he pulled away and eased the toy from his abused hole. Two thrusts of fingers was all he was given, thighs shaking from pleasure as his father’s come finally made it’s way down his legs the moment Gladio pressed his own member into that waiting ass.

There was no gentle preparation, Noctis knowing he didn’t need it and Gladio likely wanted nothing more than to claim his lover for himself again, and being able to do so on his father’s bed was a dream come true. Jean clad legs found purchase on either side of his legs, pressing himself into Noctis for just a moment before he reeled back and slammed into him, fucking him like the toy that Clarus had made out of him.

The pace was brutal, his legs giving out and landing him flat on the bed while he was claimed so thoroughly, teeth and lips on the back of his neck. “G-Gla-AH! Gladio please! I want to come, please sir.... Please can I come?” His begging earned him a laugh, punishment stopping for just a moment so he could release him from that torturous ring that had him having dry orgasms, one after another for what had arguably been a few hours. It was the only reprieve he got, before he was again used as a sleeve for these men to find pleasure, the feeling of Gladio’s too big member nailing him to the bed as the door opened once more and a grunt from Clarus sounded.

He was shifted, pulled up so he sat impaled on his shield’s cock while his master crossed the room to offer an opinion. Would that he stayed still, but Gladio continued his pace, holding Noctis’ hips down and fucking him hard, only pausing for a moment to fill him and replace the seed that he’d already been stuffed with before starting again. All it would take was the elder of the three to grab a hold of his cock, thumb pressing into the head and leaning close to him.

‘Come for him, show him just how much you love having him take you in such a way. Surely you don’t love having his father make a mess of you more than you enjoy it from him?’

It was all it took, Noctis coming with a scream and arching back against his shield. Every touch from the two translated into strangled cries and enough pent up arousal to have him sagging against Gladio spent and on the verse of passing out. Over his head he could hear Clarus praising his son, that he never quite saw something so impressive out of his son’s lover. Whatever Gladio’s response was was lost to Noctis, head lolling back against the other as his body gave up its attempts to listen to what it was they were speaking about. When he awoke again later, it would be in Gladio’s arms, held closely and clean of their afternoon save the hickies and bites his shield had used to stake his claim.

‘Go back to sleep. My father gives his praises for your performance today. Hopefully though, he’ll leave us to our own thing from now on.’ He didn’t need to be told twice, snuggling close to the warm body and wrapped in what he could only assume was one of the blankets from Clarus’ room. He’d earned his rest and he was damn well going to take it, and his body couldn’t have agreed more as the aches and pains of the day made themselves known.

“B-be nice... nex-xt time...”