#but once i get fixated on smth...well. i ended up doing the idea and just praying xenole wouldnt eviscerate me for it

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[moonlightknightess]

So... do y'all remember that time I said I wanted to write smth featuring EreHisu x YumiKasa? Welp, it's finally here lol Took me really long to deliver it huh I tried to do them both equally right, but since I did this as Hisu-centric I think it ended up mostly as EreHisu with background YumiKasa 😅 Maybe I will try to give it another go in the future, this time more centered in Ymir, whether I get too bothered about it or whether I get asked for it, whatever happens first lol

Anyways, not proof read! Hope you enjoy! CW: Swingers/EreMika Open Relationship

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. Ever since she met Ymir back in high school, Historias has always thought of her as a carefree soul that wouldn't let herself be caged down by anything or anyone, the kind of person who always took every decision for their own contentment and nothing more And in a way, it attracted her, it made her feel down bad for her in a way that no one was able to, she was everything that she desired to be after all

It was the reason why when she hit rock bottom and she went out of her way to raise her with just the mere use of those damn words, she couldn't help but see her as the only person she would willingly live life with

No matter how her life changed in ways that could never be undone, no matter of much her father loathed her for defying his will, nor how much she had to endure for becoming the "worst girl in the world", nothing mattered as long as she was along her side, not even how wild she was as a person and partner

And yet, she can't help but think about how come she let Ymir convince her to try foursome swingers

Now, this wasn't the first time they have ever brought someone else to their bed, quite the opposite actually, it has been quite recurrent ever since her lover came out with the idea for the first time a few months ago

It was certainly shocking at first, though, nothing she has ever thought about before at all, but it wouldn't be a lie to say that she started to get more interested in it the more she pondered about it, sooner than not ending up with the two of them bringing this girl from Ymir's workplace to their bed and having their first ever experience with someone other than each other

The more the merrier, right?

Still, she can't help but think about drawing the line at some point As much as she loves this side of Ymir that brings her freedom and a nice 180-degree turn to her life as a whole, there is so much mess she was willing to let her girlfriend drag her into Especially when, instead of calling it a day the moment she realizes that said girl won't make it to their monthly night, Ymir decides that it would be a good idea to invite Mikasa out of all the girls they both know The fact that Eren, her boyfriend, came along too, heightened things to the next level

She can only blame Ymir's fixation on the Asiatic girl here, her desire strong enough to make her agree to drag her into this madness regardless of Erens presence, something she knows Ymir wouldn't allow even if her life depended on it

Nonetheless, here she was, her queen-sized bed creaking in pain at the combined weights of four people on top at the same time, the main event coming in the form of tosses and turns from Mikasa's and Ymir's bodies fighting for dominance, making her fear it will break to the ground at any second, at the same time it provided her a sight to behold, the performance they both seemed lost into sending shivers through her body

It was simply too mesmerizing spectacle, to see Ymir subdue herself to someone else's will in a way that she never saw her do even once, the very snarky persona that she showed off on her daily life and every time they were in bed crumpling down at the mere intrusion of Mikasa's fingers in her nether regions, the nasty sound of wet slippery skin being stirred mixing so well along her breathy moans, the ones she tried so hard to cover up and yet managed to blurt out of her almost as a plea of mercy

Maybe it was because it was so foreign to her, how unusual it is for her to see her lover's toned, glistening legs twitch so hard by the furious finger pumps Mikasa forces on her bottom to the point it starts to make her concerned of her well being, to see her make those huge gasps of air that show just how desperate she was getting Whether from wanting her to stop or keep going, she doesn't know

-Not so tough now, huh? - She hears Mikasa say, a soft whisper that didn't match the intensity of her gaze on her, the intensity in which he stirred Ymir's insides as mere putty in her hands, the intensity in which she overcovered all her senses in every way she could, from sneaky hands tearing her down to hot scorching hickeys on her neck, all the way through a hot embrace that served more as a way for Mikasa to be in full control, rather than a show of affection - So much of boasting about showing me "how to please a woman properly" -

- S-shut up! - Ymir fought back, or at least tried to, her attempt to respond coming short and instantly threw down, Mikasa's instincts snapping instantly at the slightest hint of rebellion Ymir seemed too fond of, her skilled fingers caressing all the right spots for Ymir to let out the loudest moan she made so far, her opened mouth offering an invitation for Mikasa to take, her tongue already savoring everything she had to offer

She really can’t point out when this tension between the two started, for all she could tell from their interactions, it almost felt like it has always been like this, ever since she met both in High School a few years ago, the brunette already well-known by their current group of friends for taking a liking  in the Asiatic girl and making it know with bold innuendos and daring suggestions that were responded with mere indifference by her part, making everyone wonder whether she enjoyed being the object of her attention secretly or maybe just she didn’t want to bother giving her the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her Still, she just knows there was something about them two that just started to unfold right there, and the more she thinks about it, the more It turns her on in such a powerful, terrifying way, beyond what should be the norm, quick, sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through her spine all the way up to her lustful drunken head, lithe fingers rubbing her aroused core in other to get rid of this hellish feeling that starts to grow stronger the more she dwells into the marvelous sight they offer.

The sight in which moonlight collides with her lover's tannish, sweat-shinning skin, landing perfectly on her shaking bosom, erratically moving by the combined effort of her laboring breath expanding her chest, struggling to send oxygen up her head, Mikasa’s bottomless hunger for her lips taking the best out of her, lips so flushed together to the point it starts to get swollen bright red, teeth clashing together occasionally as they do so

It makes her close her thighs on reflex, her gummy walls tightening at the phallic-like obstruction settled right on her deepness in hopes of relieving themselves in any kind of way, and it’s only when she hears a - Jesus fuck - muttered right against the shell of her ear that she suddenly realizes that she wasn’t alone here, Eren’s presence making itself present as the hold of reality she seemed to lose so long ago 

- Enjoying the view? - He mocks, words once again muffled against her skin, this time basking itself in his hot breath, a cheeky bite right on the crook of her neck that sends shivers down her spine, settling right where he is buried inside her and increasing her arousal to limits that shouldn’t be reachable, his hand rubbing soothing circles right on her core, worsening her state

It embarrasses her just how much she got lost in the flow of the moment to the point where she forgot about his presence altogether, the sudden realization of his proximity raising goosebumps all around her body, the sudden itch of where he is stabbing her coming stronger than ever, toes curling just at the mere movement of his hips trying to reposition himself robbing the air out of her

Truth be told, it’s not like Eren made any effort into participating at all, instead choosing to be a mere spectator and dragging her along as he did, piercing her on his shaft as he forced her to sit down on his lap, the initial thrust sending her into a blissful turmoil that sooner than later became pure torture

The kind of torture that raises your hopes up to deliberately shatter them down right after

The kind of torture that has her enjoying the wonders and unique experiences that brings sharing herself with other people outside her partner, but at the same time not really fulfilling those fantasies yet

The kind of torture that is all about teasing relentlessly, to arouse her from the inside, his manhood reaching so deep in her guts and stirring them with such an ease that it bothers her just how little he has to do in order to make her lose her mind, the sole notion of his possessive hands roaming around her body turning her nerves on fire and the blood running through her veins boil like molten lava, slowly melting her alive from the inside to the point where it destroys all her walls, the restrictions she put herself crumpling down and caution thew to the wind as she decides she can’t take this anymore 

That’s why, the moment she sees Mikasa make her downtown, wrapping her hands around Ymir’s quivering thighs as she does so, she has to turn her head away, face pressed against the wall of hard muscles right behind her as she hears the sharp moan her girl made, her own doubts becoming true as her deepness becomes moister at the sound of her girlfriend being serviced, the sound of her moans making her shudder on reflex, just as she is used to

There is simply no way she is enduring this anymore, at least not without finding some kind of comfort in hopes to bear with it, her own hips moving on their own as they decide that there is nothing stopping them from getting what she wants, wobbly legs trembling as she unsheathes herself from Eren and-

- What are you doing? - He whispers once again against her frail skin, turning it rosy pink when it meets the warmth his mouth emanates, voice so eerie calm and gentle it contrasts so well with the blazing hold that his hand pressures on her jaw, snatching her out of her hideout and forcing her to look just how much of a mess she did on her own To make her witness just how wet she made him, his crotch swallowed in a puddle of her release, so shiny in her arousal it makes his manhood so red in lustful rage, perfectly aligned with her slit despite her quivering legs threatening to fall at any second, the whole thing making her ponder whether even all of this was too much for him to stand anymore

- Eren… - She whines, her legs rubbing up and down on his shaft and getting a breathless moan out of him, and for a second it feels like she has gone back to her old Christa self again, the one that was good at playing pretend, and the one that made (almost) everyone fall for her, sending him a pleading gaze as she did everything she could just so she can get what she wants - Please… - - Please what? -  He asks right back, yet again playing oblivious as one of his hands plays forces her bottom half down, the tortuous ache she feels on her crotch worsening the more he starts to pressure it down, stealing the very breath out of her - Use your words, sweetheart, tell me exactly what do you want -

And she can’t help but find herself at a loss for words when confronted about her desires, the very tone of finality that send his voice making her aware now more than ever just how much she wishes for Mikasa to make her feel at least a fraction of the mind-blowing bliss Ymir must be feeling at the moment, with her half libbed eyes and her labored breath and her sweat-slicked skin and- Jesus fuck, she would kill if that meant letting her feel something- anything at this point Would do anything to be in Mikasa’s position, to be oh so gracefully collected and yet so wrapped up in endless desire, to make her love feel the things she is always used to doing for her, to make her crumple down in the same way she did, to be able to stare at Ymir right in the eyes and make her choke on her words with the slightest flick of her finger, to dwell herself in the heightened ego she would cause with her little whimpers and her throaty moans But most importantly, right now, she only wants Eren to give her the best dicking she has ever experienced, just wants him to make the last half an hour's worth of teasing and foreplay successfully end in the aching legs and the fuzzy mind that she deserved getting for bearing with him for this long Because even if it meant to beg him in the most adsurdly theatrical way possible, just in the way his sadistic ass can deem decent enough, she just can’t bear any minute if this torture anymore, her mind just filled with the thought of him finally holding her by the hips hips and mercilessly spearing her on his manhood once and for all The last thing she wants is to get nothing out of this experience after all - …Please - She couldn’t hide the want in her voice even if she tried to, her mind state just bothering to let her true thoughts come out for once, her sweat covered body spinning easily against his own, hands placed firmnly against his pecs and back arching so dexterous it make her hips raise once again, careless of the view she must be creating for their partners right in front of them - Please fuck me, Eren -- Fuck me Hard -

And for a moment it seems enough, the wicked smile he dedicates to her making her blood run through her body faster, the hold he forces on her rear making her flinch and the way he spreads her lower lips apart deluling her into thinking they were finally getting started, the tell tale of his engorged tip finally meeting her moist and- - What do you think, Miks? - 

She can’t help but feel her heart stop for a second when she hears him call for his lover's attention, suddenly all the shame and embarrassment she was so foreign to moments ago washing over her as an ice bucket that suddenly brings her back to reality, the air impregnated in a deadly silence as she can tell perfectly the slurping and smooching sounds dying little by little until there is nothing, only her heart beats drumming against her ear and the tell-tale of Ymir’s panting lungs recovering their breath

And even when she tries to delude herself into thinking that Mikasa and Eren were probably just locking gaze into each other and that Ymir wasn’t totally seeking her exposed self- losing herself in the sight of her exposed center, her slit oozing already in lustful want and denied desire as his hands ever so slightly knead her mounds, prying them further open, she can’t help but feel a certain kind of arousment the moment she is placed in the spotlight like this- Harshly, out of the blue, without her intake taken in consideration at all, but at the same time a new kind of hot scorching sensation filling her to the brim And against her better judgement (and against her own mental estability, for that matter), even when she is aware that it would be a terrible idea if she were to do it, she can’t help but to turn her head back in their direction again, being met with the sight of two pair of eyes looking right back at her, the mix of uncertainty and curiosity both combined with something akin to eagerness, Ymir’s gaze once at the verge of tears and exhaustion softening cutely and shinning bright when it met hers, at the same time Mikasa seemed to fan herself into her attention, rosy pink tongue licking the remnants of her doings right on the outer lines of her plump lips, a solid gulp from her part preparing her for what she was about to say 

- You heard her, Eren - True to herself, her voice betrays no emotion, always straight to the point and stutterless as she says what is on her mind, a small fire kindled in her eyes as she locks gazes with her for a flash of a second, enough to send the message - Fuck her, Hard -And it takes no time for him to fulfill her request It takes him nothing to grab her by the hips up like she weighs less than the air, and shove her right back down It takes him nothing to make her beg to be more gentler, to make her beg him to let her take a break- to make her beg him to have mercy for her It takes him nothing to make her lose all the strength- to make legs shake like jelly and to make all the muscles in her body go taut at the same time It takes him no time to make her lose her voice, making her scream for more whenever she felt she was starting to slack and making her beg him to stop once he was overstimulating her on purpose It takes him no time to make her addicted to him in every sense of the world, the sheer power of his experience showing in the several times he has made her get off, making her go delirious on his cock, drool coming out of the corners of her mouth as he mercilessly pounds her from below, ballsack constantly clapping on her entrance and arms constricting her like a python, her small hands no match to his unyielding force, only feeling like loosening his hold once he makes sure she is fucked up in the only way he deems right, with her limbs scrambled all over him and her minds in only occupied with his name, way too exhausted to lift a single finger or let out a single word

And it's only there when she is so high and drunk in lust, that she is soo making sure to convince them to give it another go Hopefully, sooner than not…

[i-will-bite-your-face]

u have more than 2 aus??????

TELL ME TELL ME NOW PLZ I GOTTA KNOW I WANNA HEAR PLZ

WHAT AUS HAVE I TALKED ABT WHAT??? I DON'T REMEMBER HELPPPP.

Anyways SELKIE AU. pretty sure someone else has this but i dont remember (not trying to steal btw sorry if it came off like that)

jesus this is gonna be so long sorry

OK SO BASICALLY selkie au is just me randomly fixating on seals and trying to merge two things i liked together.

Its kinda focused on paupat bc i am WEAK. Heres the rundown

Patryck Hoste (Marine Biologist, his mom was a selkie but didn't pass the gene down, he has sharp(er) teefies tho, also he has to stay near the sea otherwise he gets sick ): 29,

Paul (selkie, bearded seal): 28, . Left eye damaged by a fishing hook. (The most PAUL CREATURE ever btw)

Matt (water nymph?): like 200 but 22 in “human years”

Edd (Selkie/shifter, his dad was a selkie his mom was a walrus person thing i dunno): 21, (the only one who had a semi solid design)

Tom (selkie, ribbon seal): 21. FUCKING LOOK AT THIS CREATURE!!!!!!

Tord(Selkie, harp seal): 20, his colony got attached by poachers (NOT COOL) and his mom was killed very sad :(

shitty quality sorry

was thinking baby tord was taken by the poachers and was eventually handed over to Pats marine place thingy and the biologists talk to him but only as if he was a seal (bc to them he is) and its rlly degrading to him and hes already a bit. fucked up. from the whole poacher thingy and basicly being an "exotic pet" so teehee hes goin inane. But then pat finds out hes a selkie and not Just An Animal. And saves him yippee!!

(an idea for a comic that i Never Got Around To)

Pats walking down a beach and he finds a coat folded on a rock, he's kinda annoyed that someone left their clothes on the beach bc mfs littering is becoming more n more of a problem. He picks it up and as he does he realizes Oh Shit. This is not just a coat. This is a fucking selkie pelt oh shit oh SHIT. as he's freaking out Paul (very nakey btw…) comes up behind him and ALSO starts freaking out bc thats HIS pelt and OH SHIT HES GONNA TAKE MY PELT N IM GONNA HAFTA MARRY HIM OR SMTH OH GODS FUCK SHIT well hes kinda cute.. FUCK SHIT NO and pat turns around to a very nakey paul and their both screaming at eachother and pat throws the pelt at paul who runs to the water n swims away and oh my gods what the fuck just happened. Fast forward a bit n pats takin another walk on the beach and he sees smth laying on the sand still kinda in the water and oh FUCK its a seal all wrapped up n fishing line and its very much cutting in to the poor things skin and the seal is passed out n… shit theres a fishing hook stuck in its (left) eye… Pat quickly pulls out his keys and uses them to cut the fishing line and as hes doing that the seal like semi-wakes up and looks at him and then suddenly theres a fuckin guy on his lap. Its the same selkie from the beach a lil while ago…

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edd matt n tom are their own little colony (harem if you will...haha seal joke) and they live around this old abandoned dock near where pat lives. the 'comic' above has already happened so pau is kinda with them posing as a fisherman to keep the boys out of trouble. (babysit them really) and once pat saves tord they all become a happy family.

the end <3

[buckyhoney-library]

worst behavior, b.b

A/N: Surprise, i released it earlier than expected! I just- i hope you enjoy, bc this is probably the filthiest thing i've written- i also changed the plot a little bit!

Request: hiiii could i request a one-shot where professor!bucky sees you eyeing his metal arm bc he pushed his sleeves up one hot day and proceeds to keep you after class to do smth abt it? you can make it as kinky as you like, maybe some degrading and breeding if you’re comfortable w that! ugh i’m a whore for professor!bucky

reblogs & likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

Warnings: 18+, professor!bucky, dom!bucky, age gap (f early 20's), degrading kink, public masturbation, oral (m&f), fingering, spanking, light choking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 4.6k, you already know i get carried away with bucky

You shuffle through the hallways of the historic building. The walls are decorated with paintings and engravings. Students walking in various directions making the hallway crowded and hard to get through. Every now and then, students would stop to talk to friends or professors. This halts the moving traffic, causing jams and irritated groans from other students. The satisfaction sets in when you glance down at the time and notice it’s nine fifty-seven. In three minutes, you’ll be officially late to class.

The other classes you take bore you- making it hard to stay focused. They are the generic first-year classes that everybody dreads. You always end up doodling or drifting in and out of sleep throughout the period- but this class? This is the only class that excites you.

World History with Professor Barnes.

You wake up extra early in the morning to get ready for his class. You put a little more effort into your appearance than the other classes. The thought of the professors and students seeing you in sweats and hoodie didn’t bother you. Professor Barnes’s class on the other hand- you made sure you looked put together. His lecture has you wanting to wear the shortest sundresses with little to nothing underneath them.

Being late to Professor Barnes’s class is frowned upon and requires immediate attention when it becomes excessive. The immediate attention was an after-hours meeting with Professor Barnes to discuss what could possibly be more important than his lecture.

The first time you showed up late, happened to be the first day of class. When you rushed into the lecture hall, your heart nearly stopped by the man in front of you. Brunette hair’s swept back, piercing blue eyes, and a button-up that looked a size too small- showing off his bulging biceps. The fitted navy-blue button-up was rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone. His biceps on full display through the material- showing off the vibranium. You swallowed hard as he began to scold you in front of the entire hall.

“I do not tolerate tardiness. Enough tardies require a private meeting after hours.” His light blue eyes never broke contact with yours, darkening with lust the longer he looks at you- taking you all in.

It was almost as if he was telling you to be late. There is a faint heartbeat between your legs, you cross them in fear he could hear the throbbing from where he stands. You began to daydream about the warm metal wrapped around your throat, while his other fingers were buried inside you. Or the prints that would be left against the flesh of your ass. You nod slowly with the most innocent eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Professor Barnes. I had gotten lost. It will never happen again.” You say innocently, playing up the role- even going as far as pouting your lips.

Bucky’s cock twitched at the sight of your puffed-out lips. Begging to be made an example out of you in front of the class. You smile back at him, patiently waiting to be excused to your seat.

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again, Ms?”

“Y/L/N.” You purr.

“You may find a seat Ms. Y/L/N.”

He looks are you properly, eyeing you up and down. His eyes fixated on your hips, swaying side to side as you walk up the steps, your skirt flapping up behind you- teasing him. Bucky knew you were going to be trouble this semester- and trouble is exactly what you had been for the last month.

You did everything in your power to get him to keep you after class. Bucky is getting more and more fed up with you- acting so innocent. He knew damn well that you want nothing more than to have your pretty little mouth stuffed with his cock- gagging and gasping for breath.

He hates that you are pretending like you had no idea the amount of frustration you are causing him. The amount of self-control Bucky exhibits is astounding. Especially on the days, you come in wearing close to nothing- claiming it was ‘just too hot outside’ or when you sit in the front row with a lollipop in your mouth, exaggerating the moans as you suck the red hard candy.

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You straighten out the wrinkles out of the floral baby blue sundress, before turning the knob on the door.

“Ms. Y/L/N. You’re late- again.” Professor Barnes states sternly, not bothering to look at you.

Bucky caught a glimpse out of the side of his eye- you were wearing his favorite dress and knew he couldn’t look at you in the eye without taking you right there.

This is Bucky’s favorite dress. He loves the way it holds your breasts higher and how it hangs over the curve of your ass so nicely.

How much prettier would the dress look across his lap.

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you when you walk and the dress flows with every step- sometimes a little too much. This grants him a sneak peek of your favorite lacey white panties- or sometimes the lack thereof. He stiffens at the sight of the fabric covering your pretty little cunt, taunting him.

For the past month, all Bucky could think about is that cunt. How tight you’d be around him- hearing you whimper and whine when he finally enters you, stretching you out to fit perfectly. He wonders if you could take him all at once or if he needs to warm you up with his fingers- but the thing he thought about the most: how sweet you must taste. The question alone could get him off.

How desperately he wants a taste of you.

“Mr. Barnes I am sorry-“ You begin to play into your act before he cut you off,

“Find your seat.” He still not bothering to look at you.

Disappointment floods your face from the lack of attention. In an effort for payback, you sit in the first row already pouting. He began the lecture by discussing the homework he had assigned the night before. You reach into your bag, pulling out the folder.

Expecting you to be in your usual spot in the back of the lecture hall, Bucky clenches his jaw at the sight of you sitting with your legs crossed shut in the front row, with your elbows on the small desk and hands cupping your face in boredom. His cock began to stir. Your breasts press together against the thin fabric- that is working extra hard to keep your breasts from being on display for everyone.

You see the frustration written on his face the moment he finally looks at you. You smirk at the successful payback.

The class goes on, but the material bores you. You begin to stare at Professor Barnes. You could hear the small adjustments from the vibranium as he moves about the lecture hall. Your breath hitches when he rolls his sleeves up. His biceps bulging against the fabric, a faint throbbing begins between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek holding back a whimper. You squirm in your seat, uncrossing your legs to press them together to relieve some pressure.

The sinful thought begins to overtake your mind, only making the throbbing worse by the added arousal pooling against the lace. Checking each side of you, you look to see if there are any other students close enough to you that were about to witness this risky act. There are students staggered behind you, but only a couple dare to sit in the first rows. They are intently listening to their professor- who has his attention on the chalkboard.

You swallow a lump, attempting to steady your breathing. You slip your hand below the desk, resting it on your upper thigh. With one more quick scan of the room, you slip your hand underneath your dress.

You inhale sharply at the contact with your aching cunt. The slow circles you draw over your lacey panties release a wave of pleasure. Your lips part and your eyes flutter. The idea of someone catching you- the idea of him catching you? Made the arousal seep through the material getting on your fingers. You close your eyes dreaming about how Bucky’s fingers would dip between your folds, collecting the arousal and forcing you to taste yourself. You could imagine the pornographic scene play out in your mind, the heavy panting and degrading remarks- your fingers slip inside the thin fragile material. The satisfaction of making direct contact with the bundle of nerves makes it almost impossible to bit back any moans. Instead, you let out silent breaths.

Your imagination continues with his fingers going back between the folds, teasing the entrance- making you whine. Bucky’s other hand groping your breasts harshly. The focus is solely on the clit that throws you hurtling toward your orgasm. You brace yourself for the pleasurable release.

Bucky turns around to flip the page of the textbook when he sees it- sees your legs parted with your middle and ring finger rubbing circles over your clit. He holds his breath, not believing the whore in front of him. Your pants becoming faster and heavier. The pleasure begins to boil over, sending you over the edge. You remove your fingers covering your mouth to muffle the whimpers.

When you come down enough to open your eyes, your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach. Red flushing your cheeks and your chest tightens- you have been caught. His jaw hung open in disbelief at what he just witnessed. This is the final straw, touching yourself in class? Cumming in class- in front of him. There is no hiding the growing bulge in his pants.

Bucky slams shut the textbook, The other students sit in confusion at the sudden outburst from their Professor.

“Make sure you read the rest of the chapter. Class dismissed.” He almost growls.

Bucky takes cover at his desk, covering any evidence of an erection. He pulls a random stack of papers to distract himself from the bulge in his pants.

You hurry to pack away your things- you know that you are in a world of trouble and wish to leave the room as fast as possible.

You pull the bag over your shoulder and head straight for the door, not making eye contact with anyone.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Stay.” His voice booming in the near-empty room.

You freeze in your tracks, holding your breath. You turn around to face the furious man seated behind the desk. The one man that now held all the power to expel you. You feel small and weak the closer you get to his desk. He waits till the last student leaves the room.

“Yes, Professor Barnes?” Anxiety begins to stir in the pit of your stomach.

“We need to discuss your behavior. Follow me.” The demand making you shiver.

Your legs wobble as you follow him to the room just off the lecture hall. It is his office. It is bigger than you have imagined it. The smell of oak and cigars filling your lungs the moment you enter. His dark mahogany desk is the focal point of the room. The walls are decorated with artwork he had collected over the years. The dark brown curtains are pulled shut. The only light source being the two standing lamps on reside on each side of his bookshelf. Knick-knacks covering the surfaces of the shelves and desk.

“Sit.” His voice is stern laced with lust.

The restricting fabric of the briefs and pants makes the bulge painful. You sit in the chair in front of his desk with your ankles crossed and hands in your lap.

“First, you’re late to my class.” He is stalks around you- like your prey. His arms crossed tightly against his chest.

“Then, you wear this provocative dress.” Bucky’s fingers glide up your arm, grazing over the thin strap on your shoulder. His touch burning your skin.

“Then, you proceed to touch yourself in the middle of my lecture- cumming all over yourself like a disgusting little whore.” His words starting up the throbbing.

Bucky leans against the edge of the desk and your eyes are fixated on your lap- not daring to make eye contact.

“I have every right to expel you,” You inhale preparing yourself.

“-but I’m not going to.” Your eyes shoot up meeting his.

They’re filled to the brim with lust and desire. You gain a boost of confidence soars through you with the knowledge that you aren’t getting expelled.

He tilts your chin up to him, getting a better look at you. Using your chin to turn your face to each side- examining the mouth that will soon be full of him.

Bucky runs his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling at it- parting your lips. You push your head forward, taking his thumb in your mouth- closing your lips around him. You hum, innocently locking eyes with him.

You had no idea what you just started.

A devilish grin tugs on the corners of his mouth at the sight of you taking his thumb. You hallow your cheeks, sucking gently.

“What a good little slut.” He purrs. Bucky removes his thumb and stands.

“But, you’re not getting off that easily. Come.”

You stand to your feet moving to stand in front of him. The throbbing increases between your thighs and the arousal seeping through your panties. Bucky looks down at you touching your shoulder and neck. He finally rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the flesh gently. You swallow, tensing and untensing your jaw. Bucky sense your nerves,

“It’s okay, princess- you’ll only be a little sore.” Your heart skips a beat.

Your panties are now drenched in your wetness and you swear he could hear the throbbing. You dreamt for this day. He pulls your lips to his. Finally meeting yours. It is slow and passionate; you didn’t know if you could touch him- but he has his hands holding the sides of your face.

“On your knees.” His voice is low and dark.

You drop to your knees. You’re now eye to eye with his bulge. The hardened cock makes your mouth water. You lick your lips, looking at him before you reach for his belt. He nods granting you permission. The belt is undone along with the button of his dress pants. Your slow movements have Bucky in a trance. His eyes don’t leave you.

You tug the pants down, his length still trapped behind the black briefs. You feel his length and hear a low groan escapes his mouth. You place small pecks on top of the clothed member. You are salivating with every kiss, growing more eager. The underwear is pulled down, freeing the aggravated cock. It’s red and looks like it is going to burst within seconds. The girth and length surprises you and you begin to wonder if you can even fit him inside you- let alone your mouth. Nerves build within you and hesitantly look up at Professor Bucky.

“I don’t know if it will fit,” Your voice is quiet, he chuckles and lifts your chin once more.

“Make it fit.” His voice is just above a whisper, but dark and stern.

At that moment you realize that this wasn’t going to be a quick punishment. He is going to make you wish you never wore short dresses, late to his class, or cum in front of him. Bucky licks his lips in awe of how beautiful you looked kneeling in front of him. All the fantasies are about to come true.

You take his length in your small hands; you use both hands to warm him up- slowly building him up. The strokes begin slow and sloppy. Your thumb going over his tip. It’s angry and swollen, it’s begging to be drained. You rub small circles around it- mimicking your movements from earlier. Bucky’s breathing becomes slow pants. The pleasure building with each stroke.

You mentally prepare yourself, collecting all the saliva you could to the front of your mouth. You flicker your eyes up, the grin that grows on his face as you close your lips around his tip encourages you. His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping the strands at the root.

“Yes, take my cock in your mouth you filthy slut.” You hum around him.

He begins to slowly push your head closer to his pelvis, forcing you to take more of him. You were only halfway down his shaft when you gripped his thighs for support. Your ankles are crossed behind you and you are leaning back sitting on your feet.

Bucky didn’t care about staying silent. His low grunts and heavy pants left his lips as he grips your hair. The pure bliss he is experiencing is unlike anyone he’s had before. Based on your performance, he knew that you have had experience before. The thought of other men in your mouth drove him insane. His grip on your hair guides your mouth up and down his cock. He became more aggressive with his grip, quickening his pace.

“I just know you’ve been dreaming about my cock filling your mouth, hm? You’re such a stupid slut- wanting to suck your professor’s cock,” He moans.

You’re gagging on his length, trying your hardest to keep from pulling off of him. You hallow your cheeks adding extra pleasure and using one hand to pump the length while he guides your head. The longer you’re taking him in your mouth the less air you’re getting, the veins in your neck become prominent. You dig your nails into his thigh. Bucky hisses at the feeling of your nails sinking into his skin.

“That’s right, princess. You feel so good around my cock,” He purrs watching the tears forming from in the corners of your eyes.

You can’t take anymore without feeling like you were going to choke. Bucky feels the resistance of you attempting to pull off of him. He pushes your head fully down his length, causing a pornographic moan to leave his lips. Bucky yanks the roots of your hair, ripping you off his length. You gasp for air and cough at the sudden ability to breathe. Saliva coats your lips and his thighs.

“You better finish what you started.” Bucky hisses,

You nod wiping your mouth. This time around, he has precum oozing from his tip. You gather it with your thumb and coat the rest of his length, using it as lubrication. You take him once more, this time using both hands and your mouth. The combo is enough to send Bucky into orbit, but when you start sucking his tip and swirling your tongue around it- he knew it would be a matter of seconds before he would release his load.

“You taste so good, Professor.” You hum against his tip, your movements become faster- not bothering with a slow build.

Bucky grips the edge of the desk, you hear the vibranium cracking through the wood. The sound only eggs you on. The sounds of your slurping and moans, cause Bucky to twitch inside your mouth- signaling he is gonna cum at any moment.

Within seconds your mouth is filled with strings of cum. Bucky’s hips buck as your mouth continues to suck him off. The taste of him has become addicting, you want every last drop of him. You pull off of him, wiping up the spilled cum on your chin. Sucking it off of your finger.

“Shit, princess. You did so well finishing every drop.” He pulls you up from your knees.

“-but that doesn’t mean you’re done. You still need to be punished for your behavior in class. Do you understand?” You nod.

Bucky walks behind his desk. You follow, nervous about what your punishment will be.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. Bend over.” You do as you say.

Your breast smush against the dark wood, your eyes fixated on the photographs of him with family and friends. You smirk to yourself and look back at him. Bucky’s fingers trail up the backs of your thighs. He lifts the pretty blue sundress, finally seeing that perfect ass up close. Bucky’s cock throbs again when he sees that the underwear you’re wearing the cheeky white lace. So innocent, he thought. Bucky runs his palm over the meaty flesh, gripping and jiggling it. He moans at its effortless movement.

“Fuck!” You yelp, his palm makes contact with your ass cheek.

“I told you, princess. You need to be punished. Count them.” Another rough smack.

“Two.” The tears returning to your eyes, but the pleasure overpowers the pain.

You arch your back, wiggling your ass higher in the air, this time, he is able to get a sneak peek of the covered cunt that lived in his mind.

“Three,” This time, your eyes roll back and you’re seeing stars.

Bucky takes notice of just how soaked you are. He pulls the lace with his metal fingers, tearing through them in an effortless tug. The strings of arousal follow the fabric as it is thrown to the ground.

“Oh? You like getting punished? You soaked through your panties. You really are a fucking whore.” He runs his middle finger down your center, your body twitches once he reaches your swollen and needy clit. Bucky kneels, coming face to face with the glistening beauty. His dream is coming to a reality, he is finally going to taste you.

His tongue dips between your folds, causing you to gasp at the unexpected pleasure. Your ass is still in the air and his hands are gripping your inner thigh, pulling them apart, allowing more access to your sopping cunt.

“Just like I imagined it, so fucking sweet.” He is breathless, the taste of you becomes his new favorite flavor.

Bucky’s tongue licks up the access arousal and his thumb rubs small circles around your clit, making you whine against his desk. His mouth begins to place open mouth kisses against you, his tongue dipping inside you. You need something to grip and release the pent-up pleasure but result to releasing through you moans and whines. It is music to Bucky’s ears.

He pulls away from your dripping cunt, kicking your legs open, spreading them- giving him the best access he could get. His mouth returns to you. But this time giving full attention to your clit.

“I’m too big for your hole, princes. I have to stretch you out.” You whine, as his middle and ring finger slide inside you.

You’re a whimpering mess on his desk as his mouth and fingers switched places. His fingers stretching you out and his mouth on your clit. Bucky moans into you at the feeling of your pussy pulsating against his fingers. You are in pure bliss as he pumps his fingers, occasionally curling- hitting the spongey flesh of your g-spot. He swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking on it and releasing it with a pop. You feel yourself hurdling towards your orgasm. The pulsating becomes quicker, and the moans are now endless streams. Bucky knew you’re close to cumming around his fingers, but you had already came today. He removes his fingers and mouth in one swoop, leaving you breathless and irritated.

“You already came today; only well-behaved whores get to cum.”

You stare back at him in anger. Your cheeks are flushed red and you’re panting like you just ran a marathon. He takes amusement at the sight of you looking like a mess.

“Professor, please! I’ve been a good girl!” You whine, wiggling your ass backwards.

“I’ll think about it. It depends on how well you take this cock, princess.” You nod your head, bracing yourself.

Bucky pumps himself a few times before he slides his tip against your cunt. You dreamed of the moment you would feel him inside you. Him sliding into you and filling you up. The need and desire overtaking you and bucking your hips into his cock.

“I said to be good.” A more aggressive smack lands on your ass, this time he used the vibranium. You yelp in pain, knowing there is going to be a handprint on your ass. Branding you.

You gasp at the sudden fullness.

“I was going to be gentle, since you are not used to a cock as big as me, but since you want to be an inpatient slut- now I’m not going too.” Bucky rams his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size.

He grunts at the sound of your whines and whimpers. He grips your hips using it to increase his speed. The purple and red marks form, where his fingers dig into you. Bucky groans at how tight you feel around him. The resistance from your walls getting him closer and closer.

Bucky continues at his pace while, but this time gripping the back of your neck. He tugs you back, lifting you. Your hands palm down on the desk, using it as stability. One of his hands pins your hands behind your back. Bucky pulls you back, flushing your bodies together. His fingers wrap around your neck. Your head falls back against his shoulder moaning at the sensation of his fingers around your throat. Bucky’s rhythm doesn’t slow down now that you’re standing. Your legs are still wide allowing him to go deep and hard.

“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, you know that?” You couldn’t even think.

You have entered another world. Your hands are still pinned behind you and your eyes are rolling back from the feeling of his other. All you could do is moan and sink into his cock.

“Fucking yourself in front of the class and cumming all over yourself- you fucking loved the idea of getting caught huh? I bet you would love someone to walk through that door and catch me fucking your sweet cunt.”

His words only push you further into nirvana. Your legs begin to feel weak, and the responsibility of standing is becoming too much. Bucky notices the sudden inability to stand.

“You gonna cum, princess?” You are barely able to function. You moan in response and he thrusts quicken- if that is even possible.

“Cum, princess. Cum around my cock,”

You see stars as a wave of pleasure washes overtakes you and you feel pure ecstasy. Your cunt contracts around his cock, sending Bucky over the edge. His cock pulsating and shoot loads of cum inside you, filling you once more.

“Fuck!” He moans one last time.

He collapses on top of you. Your hands catching your bodies as you lay pressed against his desk once again. Bucky pulls himself out of you, leaking with cum. You whimper at the sudden loss of fullness.

Your legs felt weak and standing on your own seemed like an impossible task. You are trying to catch your breath. The high cooling off and you regain the ability to talk.

You push yourself up, feeling the cum run onto your inner thigh. Bucky grabs a handful of tissues, wiping away the cum. He helps you sit down on his chair. Your breathing finally slows and the adrenaline wears off. You begin to feel the aftermath of every mark and muscle. You groan as you try to move from the seat.

Bucky walks over to you handing you a bottle of water and switches places with you, so you are now on his lap.

“I told you would be a little sore,” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your temple.

[nsfsprince]

An a/b/o idea thats taken over the brain that I wish to write:

Intruxietlogical A/B/O au that's set in a manor or smth?

Theres Alpha!Logan(cismale), head of the manor and a very rich yet young and respectable individual of the city. Hes like 6'4 and handsome as hell, and secretly knows it(due to Remus's persistent courting) but sees no point in personally flaunting it, letting Remus take the lead in that.

Then theres his eccentric Omega spouse, Remus(nonbinary leaning with he/him pronouns), the (in)famous artist of the city. Hes unusually tall for an Omega at 5'10, crude and unworried about fitting the 'normal' societal omega expectation despite also being born to a rich family. He courted Logan, persistantly, as he loved the fact that Logan treated him with the same respect as he would anyone else and never judged Remus for who he was, and the more Logan accepted the courting the more they fell in love before marrying and bonding at like. 23-25?

Well, Virgil is a 5'1 omega(transman with he/him pronouns), age 24. Hes a feisty little thing thats been surviving the streets for too long, he's parentless and, his high anxiety keeps him safer than most omegas on their own but no ones perfect- he ends up almost getting abducted by a sketchy Alpha when a Beta named Patton storms in and saves him.

That's how Patton, Logan's brother, takes him in to treat the sprained wrist he got from the encounter, and for Remus to set eyes on Virgil and immediately decide he wants to keep and court him, too.

I could ramble alot about the months it takes for remus to flirt and fluster and break Virgil out of his shy terrified shell(because hes gone from interacting with fellow street raccoons to very weathy and very Pretty nobility and its. A Lot.

I could ramble about the way both Remus and Logan coax Virgil into staying in their home for more and more ludicrously simple reasons, just to keep courting him, and how Virgil catches on, and flusteredly does nothing to stop it bc he's slowly falling in love too

But what I Really wanna ramble about, is their bedroom dynamics.

Content warning for under the cut: a/b/o dynamics, talk/descriptions of knotting, polyamourus relationships, kinks. Lots of kinks: oralfixation, dom/sub/switch dynamics, praise kink, overstim(lots of overstim), talk of double penatration, p in v sex, ect. Let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DNI or you will be fully blocked from this blog and my main one.

Logan is a soft but firm dom, always in control and ready to take control. He has a bit of an oral fixation and loves sucking off his loves as often as he can, happy to sate his loves while getting them to soak themselves in fresh slick. He's easily comanding when needed but also enjoys that Remus is more than willing to take control on occasion(see: regularly). He just really really likes taking care of his loves however he can, and aftercare is super important especially after some of their more intense scenes

Remus is a bossy switch, who Loves riding Logan's cock till hes stuck on his knot, or getting fucked up against a wall till his mind turns to jelly. Really likes a bit of primal play, loves riling Logan up with praising how good Logan could breed him(even tho theyre all on birth control so it really is just for the scenes) if he just pins him down and takes. On the flip side, Re also loves pinning Virgil down and driving him crazy, too.

Virgil is a near complete submissive, he's eagar to give and take as ordered and melts at any praise given. Starting out he'd been touch straved beyond belief(which has since been remedied thoroughly) and thus ended up developing a habit of dropping into subspace the moment Logan and/or Remus cradle his neck with both hands. Hes a very affectionate sub who puts so much of his trust and control into Logan and Remus's hands, and both cherish it as Virgil literally never lets his guard down around anyone else.

So, my favorite thing about their dynamic is that Remus still has a decent sized cock despite being an omega, like is actually rather big for Virgil to take, the draw back is just that Remus cant, at least naturally, Knot Virgil like Logan can. (However, its like one of Remus's biggest fantasies to Knot Virgil, and Virgil is totally in the same boat and would be Very on board with it)

This lack of natural knot doesnt stop Remus of course, infact its encouraging because he has a nearly non-existant refractory period so, literally imagine:

Virgil on his back, Virgil's head and shoulders are cradled lovingly in Logan's lap as the alpha occassionally trades kisses with both of his gorgeous omegas. Virgil's legs spread and cunt gently held nice and open by Logan's gentle but firm hands as Remus repeatedly sinks his cock nice and deep into Virgil. Slick soaks Virge and Remus's thighs, his cunt, and Remus's cock.

Every thrust has Virgil whimpering and his legs twitching with the relentless feeling of the head of Remus's cock just barley rutting against his cervix on every other pass. Just the hot way Remus has Virgil pinned into a mating press and obviously working hard to make that position live up to its name, babbling at how good Virgil feels taking his cock like a good little omega, at how easy it is to breed Virgil over and over and over again.

Then Logan enacts this little idea hes been holding onto the moment Remus starts to get close(hes trained Remus well, having helped him train to stall his orgasms for longer and longer because Remus LOVES overstimmulation). He has Remus slow down for just a moment, causing both omegas to whine, before coating two fingers in plenty of slick and slowly pressing them in alongside Remus's cock.

Virgil is slowly losing his mind(as they find out in later sessions that he absolutely has a size kink, and would happily take both their cocks at once any time hes given the chance) at the width, his eyes rolling. Then Remus is told to start thrusting again until he comes, and to ignore Logan's two fingers outside of being careful.

Virgil and Remus are so keyed up that it only takes another minute or so for Remus to start cumming, following Logan's order of pressing all the way inside as deep as he can get, at which point is Logan's cue to start curling his fingers firmly deep inside of Virgils walls.

Immediately, Virgil starts whimpering loudly as he cums, his body reacting the way it would if he were being knotted by an alpha, cunt clenching tight and sucking Remus's cock deeper as his eyes squeeze closed and his jaw fall lax, overwhelmed as his body draws out his orgasm for as long as hes knotted.

Remus is put in a mind-melting world of pleasurable overstimmulation as hes just climaxed and Virgils cunt is milking it for all hes got and he cant even move or pull out now because hes 'locked' inside. His hips and legs are trembling and he's moaning loudly because it's so hot that hes basically getting to Knot Virgil and it feels so good.

Virgil's cunt won't let him go and wont stop pulsing around the head his oversensitive cock and he really cant be faulted for the way he loses control and just keeps orgasming, his lack of refractory period as a keyed up omega just letting him squirt more and more cum and slick deep into the omega under him.

Logan's gentle and soothing, cooing reassurances to his two loves as he helps them lose their minds & fulfil their fantasies. He even uses his free hand to stroke Virgils little cock slowly, drawing out shaking whines from both of them as it makes Virgil clench harder in intervals. Remus ends up hunched over Virgil, his face tucked into his fellow omega's neck to muffle his overstimulated whimpers.

Logan draws it out for a minute or two, just until pleasured and overwhelmed tears picks at their eyes and their soft begging whimpers and mewls fill the room before slowly releasing the hold, letting the string of tension snap and watching them unravel and relax, finishing their peaks.

Remus cant help the way he struggles to pull out, so oversensitive that his hips keep hitching back in place with the way Virgils body tries to keep him there, needing Logan to pull their hips apart to fully end the scene.

Logan strokes and comforts both exhausted omegas, now fully in his element, cooing soft reassurances to both, getting up to start a bath and carefully guiding them both in and cleaning them up. The sheets are changed and both are put in soft clothing and given juice and cuddles.

Remus would probably make a comment on asking drowsily just how Logan deals with being knotted to him for in upwards of 30 minutes if it feels like /That/ the whole time. Logan would probably just smile sweetly and press a sweet kiss to his lips and say "with experience of course, perhaps we can work on that too, if the both of you would be so inclined?"

Virgil shutters and whines, too tired to get worked up again, Remus in a similar boat but nodding drowsily anyway. Remus probably wakes up sore and gets worked up all over again at the memory of why his cock of all things is sore and sensetive.

Perhaps they do work on it, perhaps Remus is trained to a take it little longer each time, no where near half an hour for the longest time, but he gets pretty close and much better at holding from losing his mind.

Maybe then they explore what it feels like for Remus to be stuck on Logan's knot, while Virgil is stuck on Remus's 'knot' with the help of a toy. Maybe then they also explore working Virgil up to take both of their cocks, and see what happens what Logan's fingers curl just right to trigger that knotted feeling to have Virgil lose his goddamn mind impaled on both their cocks as they slowly thrust in and out despite his body thinking he's already been knotted and reacting as such.

Maybe they even explore working Virgil's other hole open, just enough to take Logan's knot, and give Remus free reign to fuck Virgil's soaking trembling cunt until they can coax Virgil's cunt into taking Remus's 'knot' as well

Idk man. Just. This whole dynamic has so many hot possibilities. 💕💕💕

[wxsuthorn]

a sort of organised analysis of The Gifted characters

pt. 1: Pang

(this analysis includes episodes 1-13 of season one and 1-7 of season two, so it probably isn’t completely accurate, but i tried my best. also please excuse grammar or spelling errors that i might’ve made cuz i write these late at night when my creativity sparks lmao)

Characteristics and qualities in the beginning of season 1

Even in the very first episode, Pang already showed some idealistic qualities. He always thought that the school system wasn’t fair, and he always tried doing the right thing (or what he thought was the right thing). His idealism wasn’t as extreme in the very beginning of the show, since he wasn’t as confident in his abilities. He probably didn’t have much interest in changing the school system when he (and the people around him) saw him as a dumb kid from classroom 8. Getting into the Gifted Program was what affected his idealism to the point where it became a fault.

Before he discovered his potential, he was most likely very confused about his “academic rank”. He was in classroom 8, yet he was in the Gifted Program... but he hadn’t found his potential yet. I can imagine him questioning his worth and how significant he really was; he was also one of the first kids in the gifted class to outwardly express how they felt about the unfair treatment of the ordinary students compared to the gifted students. This was probably because he got to experience both ends of the unequal treatment, unlike the rest of his gifted classmates.

In terms of intelligence, Pang is street smart. In episode one he thought of a distraction to not get caught stealing the test. He also used the egg drop parachute to save his phone. He is innovative and can create ideas and identify problems. In episode one (again), he noticed that Wave was sweating and seemed weak. He also noticed Ohm’s bloody nose and Mon moving a locker full of weights. He was aware of shit... but he’s not very aware of other people’s feelings... at least not fully.

Pang’s friendship with Nac hits different after the pangwave fight but anyways... Pang knew that he didn’t use the cheat sheet, and he couldn’t tell Nac anything about the Gifted Program, so he probably didn’t fully understand why Nac was so upset when he technically did nothing wrong. Nac even said he wasn’t upset that Pang was in the Gifted Program. I think that’s why Pang never talked it out with him and just kinda exploded at him. Even though he may see himself as empathetic, it’s really just him being idealistic. He mistakes his ideals about equality for empathy, when, in fact, those are two separate things. When it comes to individual people, I don’t think he’s very good at understanding them thoroughly enough. Nac’s reasons for being upset with Pang are realistic and valid. He’s in class 1, Pang’s in class 8, yet Pang was the one who got into the Gifted Program. Nac gave Pang a cheat sheet, and even though Pang denies using it, he couldn’t really believe that he got in with the grades he has. And on top of that, Pang doesn’t even tell him what happens in the class. Nac feels used and excluded, but Pang wasn’t paying attention to that. He ended up blaming the unfair system, which was just a factor of the conflict, but never took a moment to look at what he himself could’ve done to help the conflict, or even what he might’ve done wrong. but issokay cuz pang is a smol bean and i love him

Characteristics and qualities in the middle - the end of season 1

Lets talk about Pang discovering his potential in episode 6. He first noticed it when he told Nac to bang his head on a metal bar. This wasn’t the first time he used his potential on Nac, though. In the first episode he used it on him and said something like “don’t talk to me ever again”, and so Nac didn’t communicate with again him until episode 6. This was when Pang used his potential on him saying “why can’t we just talk it out?” and Nac was finally able to communicate his frustration. Nac was blaming Pang for shit he didn’t do and it was unreasonable, according to Pang, but Nac didn’t know the full story. If you look at the way Nac sees things: Pang is in the Gifted Program, Pang used me to get into the program (because there’s no way he just got in without using my cheat sheet), I got punished when Wave provoked me and Pang tried playing hero, as if he was some perfect angel. Pang has new friends, he has no use for me anymore, I don’t need him either, I find new friends, Pang suddenly joins in, everything goes haywire, my anger and frustration towards him explodes, and he just ignores what I’m feeling and tells me that I’m wrong and that I’m an asshole. Like I did something wrong, and he’s perfectly innocent. Lmao Nac is salty af. And he has a good reason to be. Pang doesn’t understand Nac’s thinking, and on top of that, he makes almost no effort to understand. His beliefs blind him into thinking he’s done no wrong.

Now lets talk about his actual potential, and how it affects him. His ego and self esteem rises, but Pang doesn’t notice it. It’s explained in the end of season 1 that the reason Pang lost is because he wanted to do everything on his own because he thought that only he was able to defeat the director. His ideals and his ego are very closely connected. Pang teams up with Wave because he thinks that Wave will be the most useful to stop Director Supot. Now, I don’t think Pang doesn’t care about his friends, but his actions are neglectful. When Pang teams up with Wave, he tells none of his other friends about what he’s doing. He doesn’t tell Namtaan or Ohm, literally his two closest friends, and convinces himself that he’s doing it to protect them. News flash, he isn’t. He’s trying to be a hero. His ego rapidly increasing might be because of how he was constantly ridiculed when he was in classroom 8, and suddenly he gets this power that makes him “superior” to ordinary people. Another possibility is that his ego was already big, but we he only showed it/applied it when he was trying to take down Director Supot.

Now lets talk about the season 1 finale: Pang becomes aware of his ego through the director foiling his plan and humiliating him. This is a big part of his development as a character. Ofc in season 2 he still has a problem with neglecting and doing things solo, but he become a little more aware, and for 2 whole year’s he’s able to somewhat-effectively lead the gifted gang in their fight against the anti-gifted.

Characteristics and qualities in season two (up until episode 7) 

Lets discuss: Ms Darin. aka ms loser. Remember in the beginning of episode 7 where he trusted her cuz of what she said and he noticed her actions (oop remember this trait from before? he’s aware of shit!), but it turned out it was all lies. He eventually got back on track after Third showed him the truth, and was smart enough not to trust Ms. Darin after that. I wanna guess that the reason he started trusting Ms. Darin so easily (other than what she said and did) is because he was in distress from failing Korn and Time. He needed some support, and he wouldn’t let his friends support him because “im a hero blah blah blah i dont wanna worry my friends they dont need to help me with my burdens cuz i can do it on my own :D” season 1 Pang type shit. Ms. Darin was an adult who seemed trustworthy enough, plus Director Supot was gone, and he was the main antagonist in season 1, so isn’t everything only gonna get better now that he’s gone? Plus when Grace said that he sounds like the adults lksdjlkjslfjjsdf THAT HIT ME.

Now I wanna talk about him with Chanon. I’m praying that Chanon is pure and not corrupted because if he is he might’ve used Pang and might do so in the future too... but let’s not focus on that. Pang finally has a mentor-figure in his life that he looks up. Someone to balance out his ego and show him that he can’t do everything on his own. yeah that’s all i have to say about that.

Punn. “You’re done, Pang.” Yeah lets talk about that because holy mcnuggets. Punn knows Pang well enough to know how intensely idealistic and passionate he is. Once the director is gone, Punn is like, bitch u got nothing else to obsess over MOVE ON. He’s basically saying Pang’s existence was so heavily tied with fixing the school system that when eveything’s fixed, he’ll be “done.” It’s similar to Five from the Umbrella Academy, where his whole life was set on fixing the apocalypse that he felt that life had no meaning without an apocalypse to prevent.

Now let’s talk about PangWave... I truly believe that Pang sees Wave as his equal, as his friend, and as a person whom he cares for deeply. His ego and idealism, topped with all the stress he’s going through (by himself), are dangerous towards his relationships. Wave feels used by Pang, and explains how Pang only comes to him when he needs his help, and avoids him when he disagrees with what Pang thinks. Pang is so fixated on his ideals and beliefs that he will do anything to make sure they become a reality. He’s obsessed, and it’s sooooo bad for his relationships with others. It shows that even on Namtaan’s bday, he can only think about “doing the right thing”, because that’s his number 1 priority. PANG JUST GIVE URSELF A BREAK PLEASE TAKE A METAL HEALTH DAY JUST SLKJFLSDKJJD MEDITATE OR SMTH.

I could type for several hours longer but I think this is enough word vomit for this post.

Summary

- VERY IDEALISTIC !!!! TO A FAULT

- He has somewhat of an inflated ego, but uses his ideals and beliefs to cover it up and convince himself that he is a “good person”

- He overworks his brain by never thinking of himself or other people’s emotions and focuses on his idealistic goals and his idealistic goals ONLY.

- He’s very aware of the things’s around him, and is street smart, but he’s not as aware when it comes to other people’s feelings and thoughts.

- He cares for his friends, but his extreme idealism ends up hurting them, and in turn hurting himself and further encouraging him to self-isolate.

- Independent, but this is mostly due to him thinking that he can handle problems on his own and he doesn’t want to get others involved.

- He is becoming more aware of his wrong actions, hence him apologising to Wave about going after Korn without him, but not enough to actually prevent these wrong actions.

- didn’t talk about this much but GUILT!!! I can tell that he feels immense guilt (especially in the latest episodes) whenever one of his friends get hurt and he’s very involved in what got them hurt. However, when it comes to hurting people emotionally, his guilt is tricky to read. At least for me it is lmao. Cuz he doesn’t always fully understand his friends’ feelings because he can’t always admit that he’s done something wrong, but with the recent pangwave fight he definitely felt some type of guilt there. Or maybe it was frustration? idk skjdflajsdfl someone else step in on this one pls

- He needs rest and a mental break. And some therapy maybe? Like please can one caring adult help this poor child.

- His character is actually pretty consistent wow the writing in this show is great.

- a cute boi who needs a hug. Preferably from Wave and/or Ohm.

[lovenona]

me, waking up: oh another day. then, after reading your answer: HOLY SHIT. guess i'm now the loving ramble enabler (LRE?). and DO NOT apologize for being passionate about smt that makes you happy you lovely human being that u are! hearing you ramble (how many times will i use this word idek) about the creation process made my day dammit! and i can assure you, reading about it is as good as reading the masterpiece itself, especially considering how good you are at manifesting the vibes (tm) (pt1)

(pt 2 bc word count sucks) how did you first get interested in pirate history? (if you don't mind me asking ofc) *slides 15 bucks* please, be my guest. do tell us more about the writing/revision process. sincerely, a genuinely interested person currently wondering why the fuck tumblr won't let her do a paragraph break. have a lovely night/day!

bestie ur rly enabling me 😭 ur so sweet skSJKAJSk i will tell u so much under this god damn cut 

first because this is the easy response: how did u get interested in pirate history????

short answer: keira knightley in pirates of the caribbean BYE 💀

long answer: it’s basically a mix of those movies being a centerpiece of my childhood and me just thinking pirates are cool SKJSKAj i’m very much into history n my uni had a course on ‘history of pirates’ last spring so i took it as smth to do during quarantine and i ended up really loving it !!! i’m actually workin on historical fiction short story abt anne bonny and mary read rn which required me to do a lot more research on pirates (under the black flag by david cordingly is a very good book on piracy!) and my research has been very interesting just in general and for writing the odyssey – i've incorporated little historical tidbits here n there to add to the world-building :’)

next: ur writing process

ok so let’s go cray besties i’m going to tell u abt the life of adele writing the odyssey!!!! i’ll try talking abt this in some semblance of a logical step-by-step

1. manifesting vibes + outline

i talked abt this last time but manifesting the vibes is very important ! the first things i like to do when getting ready to write a new chapter is define the setting – place(s), weather, time, and general mood 

while i have a pretty good idea of how many chapters it will be and where the odyssey ends, i usually don’t plan a chapter in super great detail until it’s time to sit down n write it. i have general points of people to include + things that would be important to the plot + vibes i hope to include (parts 6 and 7 r gonna SLAP!!), but these never get fleshed out until it’s Time. my outlines are therefore usually not very detailed because i like to give the odyssey room to do its own thing – i find it important that the story takes its time and we get to the important stuff whenever it wants us to. an outline will usually b something like, in the case of the furies call part 2: 

find megumi, talk abt his role in the zenin clan – naoya arrives on shore and shit hits the fan – run to find mai, maki fights her father – fight between naoya and todou – todou dies because you can’t kill naoya – sukuna rescues reader and it ends

after i have smth that looks like this as well as a decently clear idea of how everything will look and feel we get started!!

2. writing (pain)

arguably the worst stage for any creator! writing! at this point i genuinely just let go and let god tbh. i have no idea how i do things at this stage other than see how many commas + dumb poetic phrases i can include SKKSJKA – sometimes things just happen and it’s really cool!! for example in part 4 i didn’t know the guns warehouse was going to blow up until i was writing it and it just happened 

i do have a set quota of words i meet every time i sit down to write so that i A. feel accomplished and happy when i'm done, even if it sucks and B. don’t get burnout and start hating what i do. this stage is always difficult because writing is just hard and takes a lot of brainpower and self-discipline </3

i wld say the hardest part is that i run the risk of getting very overwhelmed – by the complexities of the plot, by how fucking long it takes me to write, by how much work writing itself is ! for example, abt 7k or so into part 5 i started having the worst existential dread when i realized that this chapter was not even halfway done and i wld have to surpass 15k before it was (at the time of writing this, part 5 is 16.3 💀) it just gets hard sometimes to overcome that and maintain the motivation to keep going and know that everything will be fine when it’s done – thankfully everyone here is so patient and sweet so it makes me feel better when i'm taking forever and/or need time off <333

basically, as always, the pain of writing is just having to write and come to terms with the fact no one else is going to manifest it for u. and have fun too!! writing is only fun when ur writing what u think is cool 

3. revision (less pain)

one of the fun stages, but also the point when i start to become impatient! writing an odyssey chapter can easily take 2.5-3 weeks even if i'm writing my quota every single day (part 5 took roughly 3 weeks of writing every god damn afternoon) and after that i spend another few weeks just going back and rereading/fixing everything. 

i basically start by rereading sections of the chapter to change sentence structure, grammar, dialogue, or whatever else i don’t like – sometimes sentences sound stupid or certain things don’t make a whole lot of sense so i like to go back and polish up! for example i changed the arrival of maki/mai/nobara in furies call part 1 about ten times before i decided it made sense to me

this step can be horrendous because i'll often write things really shitty in the first draft with a “i’ll come back to this later” mindset and then get mad at myself later for being a hoe <//3

in essence, i'm a horrible perfectionist so i will usually reread everything and change or add things multiple times before i think i'm finally ready to share. most of the time, as the chapter gets closer and closer to completion i become more and more hyper-fixated on it – i’ll start spending almost all of my free time just rereading and looking for minor fixes or places that don’t vibe as well. 

at the end of this step, my favorite thing to do before i queue the chapter up to post is sit down and just read the entire thing once or twice and give it one last kiss before i send her off into the world <3

so anyway there’s my ted talk of how i usually make the odyssey ! i vibe, write, revise n take forever to do all three steps but that’s just part of the fun! thank u for tuning in if u have any other questions u wld like me to overshare on i am more than happy to talk abt it :’)

[bnha-imagines-hcs]

uwu i want angst and sorry if this is too triggering but is it okay to do dabi, present mic and shinsou where they get in a super heated fight w their s/o and the boys do a quick movement to run their hands through their hair or like hand gesture and its so fast their s/o thinks they’re going to hit them and they heavily flinch and then the guys find out shes had like an abusive past i love ur writing so much crie

( no, this is okay ❤❤❤ i won’t write a prompt of charas beating their s/o, but this is good. | warning for grade A asshole in dabi’s. | wherein present mic is the only one who knows how to do this lmfao. | shinsou’s a good boy who Tries. )

| dabi; headcanons.

a heated fight with dabi is like tryina cheat death. he’s a stone-cold professional with his mind on the job, but when anger gets involved there’s no more rules. yeah, that’s been a red flag from the get go, but here you both are…

dabi’s cruel when he’s angry. serious about his bonds, but cruel, and it’s never worse than when ppl take to clawing at him in word or deed; fighting with him gets nasty – if it hurts him, you’re fucked.(you piece of shit, like you’ve any more right than whatever rando you’re degrading yourself to be, fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU—)                                   nothing but absolute offensive defence. it’s all predatory while anyone he cares for (or who knows how to get to him) is taking shots at him; fixated on the kill to avoid his own pain. there is no pain, no gentility as a viable option for dealing with this (he doesn’t even know that’s a thing that really works, that he could do), no bond to preserve - nothing but rage to hide within and blind his enemies with.

          since it’s his primary mode for survival, it’s not smth he can consciously acknowledge (yet). he can’t - he needs it too much, too often.

it’s not the kind of mood where he likes his s/o, it’s not the kind of mood where he wants to be nice.

              you’re scared of him? (fire, fists, words, teeth- there’s              so much he can do–) good. you should be. 

       absolutely undoubtedly, dabi makes it so much fucking worse. had they not been fighting, it would’ve been so different – but there’s no mercy in a fight. an angry dabi is rarely safe.he doesn’t hit them, but he makes a play at it more than once until they’re a crying, triggered mess and that’s when he takes his vindication somewhere private / he’s won.            he’ll worry about whether you’re still dating after he’s figured out            whether he still wants that.

oh, the insinuations? bitch, no-one here is unhurt. and if you know dabi, you shouldn’t be stupid enough not to feel the threat. if that would scare you, fuck off you brainless–

     he hasn’t yet figured out whether you’re still worth giving a shit. shit.

| hizashi; headcanons.

the one motherfucker who handles this well from the get go, and that’s in part because with hizashi you just don’t get into… nasty fights. the rest is that hizashi is Absolutely not inclined toward scaring his loved ones and has no need for defensive rage to that extent. 

he’s got standards for himself, y’know? they’re more important than petty shock/hurt - his survival methods are so much more healthy than dabi’s, and that’s thanks to personality and opportunity.

if you’re really fighting, it’ll still be close to reason - hizashi’s emotionally healthy & would be with someone who is, for the most part, also that. as in, if you can’t talk about ur big issues like adults ( + some emotion ofc but honestly expressed, not cruelly ), he’s nooooooot gonna be in a relationship with you.      you- that’s. like. communication, bro. you need it.

first off he’ll a) absolutely notice and jump to the right conclusions thanks to experience b) wave it away bc he’s preoccupied and inclined to go ‘well it could be smth ELSE’ if he’s not completely ready to deal with it.the look on your face makes him ready to deal with it in about 3 seconds, and then he gently puts the fight on hold to ask whether he scared you, assure verbally that he wouldn’t, and give you space while asking what u need to feel safe enough to continue being arnd each other - or to not do that if u can’t feel safe.

hizashi is so good at making himself gentle - bc he is. he doesn’t need the walls & fronts to feel safe himself; vulnerability is his strength. he uses it well.

          there’s blankets involved and his express refusal to come near unless you ask him to, letting you control his proximity to you and what happens next. if you want, there are so many cuddles. if you want, there is reading apart from each other in blanket nests without focussing on anything so you can try to wind down. tea, maybe some anti-anxiety bg music, a super gentle kid’s show on tv. if you want to leave, you leave. if you want him to leave, he leaves. if you want to work through this but need a friend as a buffer, y’all call them over. hizashi will text aizawa for his own emotional support, cuz finding this out is rather upsetting for him too - fuck, he loves you, of course it is.       anything to be receptive, welcoming, and kind to your pain.

       the real anger comes when he finds out just who hurt you, and it’ll       be reserved for those names.

| shinsou; headcanons.

shinsou gets mad. 

it’s instant, thoughtless hurt while they’re already hurting each other and it just makes him defensive / he doesn’t stop to consider a better route. (can’t.) more angry, yells smth pained about them not trusting him (thinks it’s a jab since they know his buttons) – things aren’t registering as they would if he had his wits about him.it’s just hurt. yells, moves toward them too quick & makes it worse (not intentional) but is already backing off again. things sink in now & he’s a mess, so instead of doing anything that he can’t properly think through rn he just leaves. takes himself out of the situation.

he’s not stupid. between his own experiences, hero work, etc – once the fight’s a lil further in the past and his head cooled, he can look at it and see they weren’t trying to hurt him. it wasn’t fake– and that’s so much worse.        do they trust him anymore? no idea, so he waits it out / gives them both more time to settle. he’s not ready to be soft yet, but the idea of going in when he’s still on edge just breaks his heart.shit, he didn’t know this.

maybe he’s reading too much into it. yeah, maybe. he’ll ask. hopes that won’t be too invasive, draws on all his lessons to figure out a game plan; be calm, non-threatening, respectful. (he’s gonna phone aizawa, ask for advice.)he especially needs time to prepare for the possibility they won’t want to share with him. will respect it of course, but he’s so fucking worried it’d drive him a lil mental so he needs to prep to not push whatsoever - and it’s easier to focus on his worry than their fight that’s been abandoned like an open wound. 

           ‘easier’. ugh.

he goes back in when his head’s clear / phoned first to ask. he cuts right to the chase, tells them to set the boundaries if they want to meet up - make it so they can feel safe. it’s not that bad anymore, they say – although it really hurt when shinsou just left, made them fear he didn’t want smth so broken. 

                  that hadn’t fucking occurred to him at all.

and that’s such a relief they fucking both cry, ugly sobs into the phone and tentative ‘why were we fighting anyway’ - an equally careful ‘maybe we can write things out that bother us and just focus on finding a way through’. 

they meet. their s/o is a lil spooked in that trauma way you just can’t help & shinsou’s hyper caution makes it worse until they each find a balance. somewhere innocuous with ice cream and a view on a park, and they just. adjust to this new part of their dynamic, get used to each other again since they didn’t get to properly end the fight or deal with things.        there’s some unrelated talk to ease into things before they open up - just the tip of the iceberg, to test out shinsou’s capacity for it. 

he’s got a hard time looking gentle when he’s torn between hurting for them so much (and that’s… more intense than expected) and angry at himself, the situation, the things that hurt his s/o and the things he doesn’t need to punish himself for but does.

              after a while they call in the help of experienced adults (read: present mic) to deal with this; still more private than a counsellor, but still… they need the help.

they make it through. soft becomes a new/reinforced staple of their relationship and they learn way better ways to communicate thru issues, avoid actual fights.

learning to channel his anger differently also eases shinsou’s overall life / being soff w/ the bae becomes a new (and first) favourite part of his own personality (whoo boy). if he happens upon the bastards who hurt his s/o and curbstomps them somewhere in a back alley, well. that’s more aizawa’s influence.

[kaibaxland]

{ New rules page. I will be updating it on my blog in a hot second. Failure to follow things WILL result in a hard block. I don’t play with soft blocking. NEver have, never will }

This was a short, sweet & simple page but. . .

Selective ; Mutuals only & Side-Blog rules! What’s this mean? I follow you, you follow me. I DO give non-mutuals a chance, however, simply because sometimes I just get the WRONG FIRST IMPRESSION from looking at someone’s blog. So sometimes all I need for you to do is approach me with a plot idea OoCly ! Talk with me, etc. etc. As for side blogs - I miss side-blogs a WHOLE LOT. Especially since a lot of them are attached to personal blogs and I normally skim right past personal blogs. So, what do you do? APPROACH ME OOCLY! Tell me what blogs you run, any potential plot ideas and I’ll let you know if I’m interested or not. You’ll know I’m interested if I follow your side blog! If you fail to let me know which main blog you are attached to before we interact, your ask will get deleted.

Do not force ships or smut on me! This is a multi-ship blog and I DO ship with duplicates (IE. I ship with multiple Joey’s & Atem’s!) HOWEVER, I am picky with ships. Chemistry is a must. If your muse comes to Seto, canon or not, and outright confesses to him chances are things will get VERY sour, VERY quick! And if you SEE ME shipping with a muse, just b/c you ALSO play that muse does NOT mean Seto will instant’y have feelings for YOUR interpretation of the muse. (IE. Just b/c my Seto is shipped with Joey & Atem does NOT mean he’ll harbor feelings for a DIFFERENT interp of that muse RIGHT AWAY, IF AT ALL!) Smut is MUCH preferred to be taken into private. I’m iffy w/smut too...! So please do be patient with me here.

IM is on mute and for OoC talk only! I do suffer from generalized/social anxiety so I may be a bit quiet/awkward etc. If you sendm e a message and I do NOT reply, please do not take it personally. I either have no clue what to say or looked at it, got distracted and forgot to reply, or THOUGHT I replied when in reality I did NOT reply. I also have other mental health issues that I will not delve into here on my rules page. Just know I am trying my best and will not use my mental illnesses as an excuse to attack nor harm others and as such I HIGHLY EXPECT others to do the same and treat me with the same respect despite their OWN mental illnesses.

COMMUNICATION IS KEY I cannot say it enough. I cannot stress it enough. If you have ANY sort of issue with me, the mun, do NOT hide behind anon to bring it to my attention. Ever. Come to me face-to-face. There’s a reply privately button on asks for a reason.  Not everyone can IM me. As stated above, it’s mutuals only AND on mute. You fail to do this and I WILL make a post asking you to come off of anon or be blocked. Or since I’m overly sick of this shit, you might just get blocked without any form of second chance and that’s that. I’ve done my best to be nice and fair and whatnot only to be spit on time and time again. IT’S MY TURN TO SPIT IN YOUR FACE.

PLEASE be patient with me This is a hobby. For you, for me, for EVERYONE involved. We all have threads, plots and muses we all stick to sometimes. We all have times where our muse only wants certain things. RESPECT THIS. I personally tend to hyper-fixate on certain things. My muse is finicky as well. There’s muses & muns I DO click with better, OoC-wise & reply-wise. Just because I sometimes favor one thing over the other means NOTHING. We all do it. We’re all human here. We all have our own issues to deal with. We’re all trying to cope with things. We’re all trying to have fun and enjoy ourselves. I will be patient with you as well. PLEASE be patient with ME. I have a job. I have things I do with my family and friends IRL at times. Life shits on us all. Muse gets lost be it for certain threads or whatnot. BE PATIENT. BE RESPECTFUL. If you THINK I lost a thread due to tumblr being shit-whack, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO APPROACH ME ONCE ABOUT IT. I will tell you where it is. Is it dropped? Did Tumblr notifs eat it? Is it simply in my drafts waiting to be replied to? ASK ONCE. DO NOT PESTER CONSTANTLY or I WILL end up dropping it.

Priest/Pharaoh Seto ! I DO, in fact, RP these versions of Seto. But as it stands, I’m extremely picky with who interacts with this verse of Seto seeing as this muse likes to be REAAAAL quiet. So if you plot smth with him, be it his Priest verse or Pharaoh verse, EXPECT A LONG WAIT. There may be rare days where he is more active and what not but for the most part? He’s v quiet.

Headcanons ! Pshhhh. Feel free to take them, I don’t care. Bend them to your will, use them word for word, idc. After all fellow Seto RPers are bound to have VERY SIMILAR HC’s so yeet. Credit is appreciated but not needed!

More to be added as I see fit <3

[04hyyh]

hi!! your graphics are really beautiful!!! i was wondering if you'd be comfortable sharing your graphic making process? it's okay if you don't though!

hi! sorry it took me some time to get around to this (granted, receiving this ask as i was deep into my thesis made my sad, pathetic heart happy 🥺💓💓), also i want to emphasise that this is how i work so its essentially what works for me, and theres not a strict rule or process that u have to follow when it comes to making graphics, just find your flow and be comfortable w it then u can make it work too! anyway, here goes my brief graphic making process:

before i start i always liked to make sure i have a solid idea on ? like as crazy as it sounds when i have an idea i’d sleep on it (licherally and no im not crazy) and let it live for a few days bc i feel that way i can build up from the idea a bit more? if it makes sense. that idea can be in any form: like a quote, a specific lyric i hyper fixate on, a scene in a book, or a specific part of a song/melody etc. this is always what sets the ground for me

then i’d decide on how i want the graphic to look like (the style of it). bc i’ve been trying to do diff things w my graphics as of late, i can never just stick to a particular style for too long so i’ll use some of my graphics as examples so u can have a better idea of it

normally i’ll see if i want it to be a composition (parts that make a whole) like this one right here, or if i want to edit from screencaps like this or this, or if i want to do it from scratch (usually these ones will be a bit more texture-heavy bc im slowly building it up) like this, this, or this one

or if i want to do smth totally new, you can catch me on youtube watching tutorials bc thats always the best way to learn (fyi im a visual person so i find this to be effective) 

once ive settled on the idea & style of the graphic, i’d visualise it in my mind .so its like, i can see the graphic coming to life and i’d normally draft/draw it out the way i visualise it (w very specific pointers like the color of the bg or where i want the quote to go etc) on the notes app or paper (if u want to see this process i’d be more than happy to walk u through my drafts for an upcoming graphic of mine that i’ll be posting soon, just send me an ask!). 

now bc i am a walking troll this first draft has never become the finalised product but at least its something, u know? so after i draw it out im the most terrified bc u never know what happens next. in my case its me opening photoshop and trying to make it work but ended up ditching it bc its ugly, but! the end product would usually have some parts of the first draft in it. so its not like its completely gone

i work best by keeping track of my drafts, so theres always an accumulation of it sitting in the corner when i open a new photoshop file, bc i feel by having those drafts it helps remind me the very core idea of this graphic set so it’ll make things that much easier (theres always at least one part of it that’ll remain constant as u sift through the drafts, so it’ll help if u made note of that too!) .it s like those core ideas were the only constant thing when the first few drafts were all over the place to begin with

after that its pretty much me just burying myself on deviantart looking for anything that would work/fit into the graphic well (its also important to not limit your findings or resources)

this part is where its.,��,,really subjective, bc i always maintain that after the first few drafts, as i got more comfortable working w it + knowing the core idea of the graphic, it pretty much took a life of its own (it as in the graphic itself), this is when i can see it slowly becoming something as opposed to me throwing in like 5 textures w my fingers crossed and hoping it’ll turn out looking decent 

in sum yeah my process of graphic-making is slow and stretched-out and thats bc i like having to sit w the idea and let it manifest itself for a min there before me Getting into the zone ya know? like i don’t want to just be making it but i want to give it life and have it tell a tale of its own (this is v dramatic but it works for me so whos the real winner here ✌🏻)

i feel like i just laid myself bare as i was trying to put into words of my process but here you go! i hope this answered your question in some way, and if i didn’t, pls feel free to let me know of any confusion/things u need cleared up