#getting back into sculpting (for testing purposes how much I could handle it)

[elektroyu]

I so much feel the need to work on so many different projects and XD can my brain please focus on one for a while. Stop pulling me in all directions at once lol

[all-about-seggs]

Taming of the Lion-

Pairing: Timeskip! (Model) Lev Haiba x femme! Reader

Warnings- CBT, dom Reader, a bit of power play, handjob.

A/n- This is my delayed contribution to the Hard at work Collab that I was really looking forward to until college say no😞. I'm sorry for the disappointing work.

"Miss y/n is ready to see you now", the sharp looking secretary politely gestured towards the classy mahogany door that opened to show the office of the current CEO of a high end fashion brand that was ruling all the gigantic billboards of Russia these days.

Today was the first interview, the first meeting infact that you allowed to get an over-all idea how this investment would go should you decide to work with him. The post as its brand ambassador was not yet given to Lev but his puffed chest and confident smirk would suggest otherwise.

He entered with the same unreasonable confidence that he carried since highschool, bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle when catching light and a haughty smirk.

Lev didn't missed a beat when he saw your table stacked with the magazines he was doing the front cover for.

" Amazing aren't they?!", His bubbly excitement surface in a second and it took a few moments for you to register his child like response.

Even though you didn't judged him based on how he looked on the photos you still didn't expected him to be a himbo with no sense of self restraint. But he appeared to be oblivious to your shock and went on.

" This one was just a gig my sister got me when I was just starting out but I bet you can't tell me apart from a professional huh, oh and this one is-," he giddly pointed to one picture after another telling you all of their history and after a few minutes your patience ran out.

Shoving those magazines aside you got to the point.

" How far are you willing to go for this job?", A little suggestive based on the interpretation but you tested him anyway, eyebrows raising as if to urge him to respond.

" I'm not sure I understand.....", Seeing him genuinely perplexed you put your elbows on the huge glass table and rested you chin in your palms before speaking.

" One thing is clear to me and it's that you, Mr. Lev, are still an ameture who lacks experience. So how much are you willing to give to this job?"

" Well it should go without saying that I'm always ready to learn new things and tricks! And just because I'm young doesn't mean I'll do a sloppy job", his pout and way of speaking was crude but it had a certain charm. The kind of pureness that doesn't come by all that often and a sudden need to whip him into a shape you saw fit was already making its way into your head.

" Then let's start you lessons right away, shall we?", Leaning back on your chair you pointed at his clothes before speaking.

"Strip.", You thought he'd atleast argue a little first but at soon as you lifted your eyes he was already halfway naked. Your lips quirked in a natural smile, watching his sculpted body in the bright top floor of the office buliding. Not a shy boy atleast, you thought.

Living in the glamorous world of fashion you encounter more than a few people wanting to please you to get in your good side but this was one of the few instances where you felt like indulging in for yourself. And you had the power to get what you wanted and the person in front of you was just waiting for you to devour him at any given moment.

"You have pretty knees, all unblemished and unrealistically perfect. I'll try not to ruin them too much", with that you casually stood up from your leather chair and walked towards the last shelf of your office's mini library.

Without looking back you continued, " You see, Lev, if you want to really understand the inspiration behind my brand then you have to experience first hand submission. Afterall, it's made for women of the highest class and positions. The kind of women", Turning around you see him awkwardly covering his thick member,

" that doesn't bend for anyone". Lev atleast got the gist of your innuendo by now, but his habit of diving headfirst into an unknown situation was proving to be rather scary as soon as he saw you pull out a few metal and plastic items that appeared to be sex toys from the middle of the shelf lined with magazines and books.

"Hmmmmm, not bad", words of appraisal fell from your lips as Lev's toned body was displayed out in front of you to admire from an even more closer space, shamelessly so. From his pretty pink nipples to his equally pretty cock you drank in all his details before whipping out your gear.

"Well now, it's bigger than I thought..... This Ball stretcher might not fit afterall," eyeing his cock you quickly look over to the toy in your hand before deciding to givi it a try after all. As Lev saw you approach him with a frighteningly slow pace he backed up a little.

"Do- Do I really have to do this? I doesn't look like it'll fit!", His hesitant voice now contrasted with the self assured tone that he carried before and the helpless look in his emerald green eyes only made you want to play with him further, afterall, it wasn't everyday a mere model piqued your interest like he did and you didn't mind having a pet for entertainment purposes.

"Ofcourse. If you can't even handle this much then how do you intend to please the millions of women out there who like and endorse my brand?", Finally cornering him in a place you nonchalantly grab his balls to fit the toy in hand and soon his soft balls were under the metallic ring that stretched them nicely. He kept jolting at the slightest brush of your hands against his bare skin and you lightly slap his hardened shaft.

His moans were like little squeeks and it was starting to arouse you, the submissive nature of which encouraged your sadistic streak. Caressing his balls a little more you lead him towards the low coffee table.

"On your knees", on the plush carpet underneath, you asked Lev to show his cute ass.

Down on the floor, Lev bend forward until his face and chest touched the ground. His ass up in the air, like a piece of art his every muscle glistened in the morning light, illuminating his porcelain skin. You kneel down behind him to give his ass cheek a firm slap, making him jolt a little from the stinging pleasure, the metal rings wrapped around his balls adding to the impact.

It was adorable, how someone of his gigantic size and stature was now below you mewling like a kitten. You gently touch the sensitive tip of his cock, already hard and ready to be used as you wished. Grazing a thumb over his leaking precum you lubed your fingers enough to strok him without causing friction burns.

"How would you like it if I took a photo of you right now. Face down and ass up like a slut who just wants to cum?" Your authorative voice bommed in his ears and he was blushing all the way to his neck by now.

You disregarded the few incoherent sounds he made and grabbed his shaft and started stroking him roughly. In circular motion, your hands that barely wrapped around his thick cock moved up and down in a vigorous speed. You could feel him tremble beneath your hands, his member throbbing in your hand and the constant pleas to let him cum was a brilliant sight to behold.

His balls felt heavy due to the toy and Lev's orgasm equally intense left his entire body shaking violently. If the office walls weren't as expensively thick as they were his high pitched screams would've probably knocked out a few unsuspecting workers off of their seats.

The place below his softening cock was wet with his cum, the thick white fluid soaking through the fabric of the carpet and you could already imagine ordering him to lick it clean while you watched. The things you wanted to do to him. The things you wanted him to do to you but the train of you fantasies was soon cut short when you suddenly hear a knock on your door.

Your assistant called to remind you of your next appointment and a frown quickly made its way onto your face and you begrudgingly lift head, only to see his eyes still dazed from your previous session. He seemed like he was still alert enough to process the situation so you tried to push his limits a bit more.

Tugging him by his hair, you tilt his head back to look at his spent face, "Now let's get you dolled up for round two shall we?", His beautiful swollen lips formed a soft smile before speaking

" So I got the job right?".

[mightysteelix]

Hunger - A Bleach Weight Gain Story

Yeah, another finished story. In the clichéd plot (but who reads kink stories for the plot), Grimmjow discovers the joys of fast food and being Grimmjow, goes too far with his newfound passion.

Grimmjow growled. The orange bastard had dropped him to lounge on the bed, counting the seconds while he came back. “Amuse yourself,” Ichigo had said before nudging the door close. “I’ll be home once college ends!”

“And how you propose doing that?” Grimmjow roared after him, but the strawberry ignored him and ran to catch the bus or something. Grimmjow did not care about the human world customs; it was a temporary lodging until Ichigo tired of it and came to Hueco Mundo.

At least, that was the plan. But his patience was stretched thin, and he wanted to tear the flat so that Ichigo had one reason less to stay. He barely held himself back - and the mocking mustache guy on most book covers made it worse. That face was made for being slashed.

If Grimmjow went and destroyed everything, Ichigo would only anger - onetime fury, which would not help him. Fine, no wanton destruction, no matter how much Grimmjow wanted it. How should an Arrancar enjoy this boredom?

Leaving? Grimmjow snorted. He had to stuff himself in a damn uncomfortable gigai that was tight in the wrong places and limited his powers until he was a weak human. Why would he wear it? If he left as is, one pathetic shinigami or another would chase him and waste his day with the blandest fight ever. They should send captains after him, at least!

He did not do much in the tiny apartment, either. The TV set lost its charm after a few hours of sitting; why did humans enjoy it like a bunch of brain-dead zombies? Another thing he would never understand. And reading Ichigo’s extensive collection of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ or ‘The Waste Land’? He would rather fight the weakest shinigami! (It had happened once - that fourth squad twerp, who only flailed and ran.)

What did Ichigo enjoy about this life? It was bland, long-drawn, and so secure that Grimmjow was going to be sick. Where was the excitement of fighting for one’s life? Where was the push to survive and grow stronger? How had someone like the strawberry become so powerful in such a peaceful place? In Hueco Mundo, they’d be at the top of the food chain; hell, they could kick Tier off her throne and show her the real boss!

As he thought of that, Grimmjow’s stomach rumbled. “Could have let me hunt, at least,” he murmured while patting his abs above his Hollow hole. “But no, even that would be too much.” Pluses were off-limits, per Ichigo’s orders - not that he cared about his opinion. Still, if he angered him too much, it would give him a fight - and also break whatever connection they had. He could chase a random Hollow or two, but they tasted like shit. Anything short of a Menos Grande wasn’t worth the effort.

“Damn, where did he throw it?” Ichigo wasn’t starving him. He had explained something about ordering takeout and left a number on a note, along with some paper scraps. It could not be that easy (who gave food for them), and Grimmjow would have to force himself in the gigai, but if it quelled the hunger, he would handle it.

One phone call later, the extra-large menu was on its way, and Grimmjow was forcing himself into the damned artificial body. The cursed shopkeeper must have made it uncomfortable on purpose. Grimmjow felt as if his clothes - two sizes too small - would tear apart at the first movement. Still, somehow he dragged himself to the door, picked the food, and gave the papers. He even got some metal pieces - spare change or something like that.

Fine, perhaps the living world was not completely shitty. But the food had to taste worse than the sand. It couldn’t be so easy!

Grimmjow sniffed the burger and licked his lips. It smelt delicious - but not in the way of freshly killed souls. His fangs tore an enormous chunk of the meal, and he gulped down. Then he had another bite. And another. Compared to Pluses, it was still nothing. To the rubbery butter as hell Menos Grande? A universe of difference - and all that a mere phone call away as long as he could throw some papers.

Once they ran to Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow would struggle for food once again. One never knew when they would find prey in that dark desert. So, why not let himself enjoy a chance any Hollow would kill for? He would order those extra-large menus over and over until the money ran out. Ichigo had told him to amuse himself, had he not?

----

In the past few weeks, Grimmjow had realized some things. First: not hunting the food down was damn amazing. Second: human foods had more variety than the Menos. And third - most important: he had to try them.

Once the door slapped shut behind Ichigo today - “I’m coming back soon, I promise!” - Grimmjow punched the number of a pizza place. His stomach growled; he could barely stand hunger. A horrible habit for Hueco Mundo, where food was scarce. But here, where he could stuff himself after a single call - not a problem! His lips dried as he ordered all the snacks he wanted: a pizza after a pizza, heavy with toppings and sauces, plus countless bottles of soda.

“Twenty minutes!” Grimmjow roared as he slammed the phone close. “I’ll starve!” At least, it gave him enough time to force himself into the gigai. The constant junk food was a godsend for his appetite, but not his waistline. His trim body - sculpted by the harsh life - had succumbed to the calories, and now he sported a new, soft belly. If he sucked in and flexed, he could still notice the distant memory of abs. Not that it mattered. Grimmjow wanted to eat; anything else was secondary. The damned strawberry had better decide to pack his things for Hueco Mundo before Grimmjow grew even larger.

Although - an insatiable smile formed on his face - if he gained so much, he would frighten most of his enemies. Who would want to challenge a wrecking ball of an Arrancar? Grimmjow patted his belly and felt it jiggle. It was small, far from a proper gut. If he wanted to reach that size, he had to double - no, triple! - his efforts. To keep his stomach stuffed and stretched, always seeking more. To eat and eat, to be pinned under the weight of his overfilled stomach and force more greasy fries and sugary donuts in his maw. To grow unrivaled, unstoppable, gargantuan.

Grimmjow got hard. Fuck, where was the pizza? He had to stuff himself on the verge of a food coma and jerk off now!

Fine, he’d get in the gigai to pass the time.

Was the damned thing always so tight? The washboard, fake abs pressed over his newly formed flab. The pecs cramped his sightly sagging moobs. His arms and legs felt squished into sausage casings. Did the cursed shopkeeper expand those? To hell, even if he did! Grimmjow would not ask him! He’d break this one and order a bigger size!

Slowly - because at any sudden movement, the thing would split at his stomach, and Grimmjow wanted to juice as many uses as possible - he stood by the door and waited. At the set hour - roughly the same every day - Grimmjow opened, took the tower of pizzas, and threw the man his money. “Be faster next time!” Not that it mattered; next time, he would buy something else.

Finally, he left the damned gigai. And for the best, since that puny fake body would not survive longer. Grimmjow plopped on the bed and rubbed his achy belly. His fingers sank in the soft flesh.

“You’ve rested enough,” Grimmjow decided, opened the first box, and grabbed a pizza slice. The gooey, salty cheese melted on his tongue, and he forced it whole in his mouth before he could sample it better. Damn - he’d eat the second one slower for a better sense. Expect, as soon as the greasy slice entered his mouth, he devoured it to sate his craving. Fine, he’d stuff himself first and then taste-test! In quick succession, the slices disappeared. One pizza had not made a dent in his hunger. At least he had nine more.

His belly rumbled. “Time to see if Hollows are truly insatiable!” Slices full of spicy meats and dense, caloric cheese were devoured by his gluttonous mouth. His fingers stained with grease, but he did not care - not as long as he had more to eat. His gut pushed out with every gulp, expanded, and still roared for more. Not bad - but he could do much, much better.

The second pizza - this one with multiple cheese toppings - was almost nothing, either. Grimmjow felt a faint sense of fullness, weak but there. His hunger won over it as he gulped the third one. The rim of his pants was digging in his belly and pressed deeper and deeper with each hearty gulp. He winced; he should take them off, but that meant that he would stop stuffing his face for a second; a second, when he would not chew and swallow. As if!

The fullness was replaced by a dull ache which would only grow stronger. How would it not when Grimmjow’s gut was protruding over him like a dome and poked out more and more before his eyes? It was sticking out, rounded than it had ever been, filled to the brim with food. And it rumbled for more.

Grimmjow was even hornier. Hastily, he devoured the rest of pizza number four and - using both hands - began feeding himself the fifth one. He did not tend to his dick as the Arrancar’s natural limitless hunger forced him to engorge himself into total temporary immobility. And through the mist of arousal, greed, and pain, he missed the door opening.

----

Ichigo entered his home. “Hey, Grimmjow!” he shouted in the small apartment. Strange: no murderous, bored out of his mind kitty had pounced on him. “Speak up if you’re jerking off again because I don’t want to see it!”

No reply. Ichigo shrugged, guessed it was safe enough, and entered the bedroom. A risk he should not have taken.

He’d rather have caught Grimmjow jerking off - then he could explain why he was so flustered. Instead, he had to deal with an overfed, bloated, greedy Arrancar, whose football-sized gut jutted out of his body, and he still was reaching for the next slice of pizza. Ichigo bit his lip. He was absolutely not getting hard at that sight!

He had to act. No, he should have acted when Grimmjow wasted so much cash on food or when he got softer. Actually, Ichigo did one thing: he left his not-exactly-boyfriend-but-more-than-a-fuck-buddy more money to satisfy his gluttony and hoped he would stop at a reasonable point. Except - and he knew it too well to be a mistake - Grimmjow was the opposite of reasonable.

“Are you only gonna watch, or you’ll help?” Grimmjow fisted his gut - taut like a drum - and drew Ichigo’s attention. “Bring the pizza to my mouth, for example! With this overfilled tank in the way, it’s painful to reach for it!” The stuffed sphere responded with a low rumble. The recently gained layer of flab was stretched, and it was rock hard to the touch.

He had eaten himself into temporary immobility and wanted more? Amazing. If Ichigo went and fed him... No! He shook his head. It was anything but amazing!

Even if Grimmjow had missed Ichigo’s growing erection, he must have seen his burning red face.

“Did a Hollow eat your ears? Come and feed me. I’m starving here!” A strong pat, accompanied by a loud echo, dried Ichigo’s lips.

Starving. Ichigo gulped. Four empty boxes were haphazardly thrown around the floor. The fifth one was lying nearby. All that food and Grimmjow still needed to indulge his gluttony more. If this kept on, Ichigo would jizz his underpants like a dumb, horny teenager.

And the Arrancar did not help. “Or take off my damned tight pants.” His fingers tweaked near their hem. The engorged gut left no breathing space, and if Ichigo pulled them down, he would find a sore, red line.

Cold shower: Ichigo needed one. Otherwise, he would make a very hasty, horrible decision.

“Or rub my belly, at least, because this thing is pretty packed.” Grimmjow gave it a few powerful pats. It gurgled, and the Arrancar let out a long-drawn burp. “Ya see?” Oh, Ichigo definitely did. Grimmjow had eaten like a ravenous beast, encouraged by Ichigo’s ever-growing sponsorship. Now, Ichigo was not sure if Grimmjow could eat without thrashing restraint. And it was all his fault.

Fine, Ichigo would think with his dick this time! “You want to be fed?” He came closer with a single shunpo and grabbed a slice. “Better prepare because I’m doing it!”

[loampriest]

Damned

[TW: Violence; sad, sad violence]

She leaned more heavily on her staff than she would have, in earlier years. Her gait was crabbed against the prosthetic foot, her features careworn and wizened with weather and worry. Her hair was lined with grey, still bound neatly at the nape of her neck, her eyes still amber in the flickering candlelight even if crow’s feet marked their corners. At fifty two years, Arbiter Wheeler cut a more imposing figure than she had at twenty five, holding herself with a rigidity that the younger Acolyte had never known - a physical capacity that she could never have foreseen, now drilled into her like years of rain sculpted a stone.

“- Arbiter, he’s going to break, he has to; if you would just give us more time -- look, I know what the man means to you, and we will get him back, you don’t need to do this…”

Lisbet stopped, her chin lifted to a commanding angle, her expression calm but implacable. “I will not have him forced, Sergeant.” Her voice was quiet, but there was a conviction in her spine, a firmness in her gaze that left no room for question.

In her right hand rested a pistol, beyond an antique at this point; it was old and patina’d with disuse, though it had been lovingly restored by a member of the Historical society. He’d gone on and on about how archaic it was, about how you just didn’t see pieces like this one anymore - Lisbet had allowed him his enthusiasm, only insisting that it function. Purpose. Terrible purpose. It was what he would have wanted, in better times than this.

The Sergeant searched her face, falling back a step. She didn’t so much as spare a second glance at the man, steeling herself for what was to come - reaching for the door with a hand that shook, barely perceptible. She could feel it, though. It had never been as steady, after that terrible night…

“Whatever is to come, it will be his choice. I cannot make him choose to be righteous, or the choice itself is a falsehood in masquerade.” The words were soft, edged with bitterness, as she turned the handle and slipped into the room.

Arbiter Wheeler let the door close behind her, firm, and lifted her eyes to meet those of the man chained to the chair.

Ludovick von Diehl had accumulated more scars in the time since they’d met; one of his arms had been replaced by Light-bound metal, holy magic animating its motions. His torso was riddled with pocked acid scarring, his face bore a long pale mark from cheek to ear - a bullet’s path, silvery and barren against an overgrown beard. He was leaner, rangier, more brittle than when she’d met him; his skin seemed more papery, though the densely packed muscle spoke measures of his commitment to his regimen. He looked his sixty years of age, the deep brown of his hair now gone completely grey, his beard near white, his eyes sunken --

It was his eyes, though, which had changed the most in the years intervening.

Always a man of intensity and dour wit, if his stare had been unsettling before, now it was like looking into an open wound; there was nothing hidden, nothing obscured, as he watched her. He hated her for what she had become. His expression was utterly cold, detached, calculated, but Lisbet knew; she could read the violence within him. She knew the longing he felt, to free his hands, to wrap his long fingers about her dark throat and squeeze until the Light burned away her skin, dissolved into the soft tissues, left scorchmarks upon her bones. She knew, because she’d seen it.

He’d shown it to her, the last time they’d spoken. Had systematically pulled at the strands of her sentimentality, until he’d breached her mind’s defenses - and who else could do it but him? Hadn’t he shown her how to build them in the first place-? She’d felt him within her, and if she’d the capabilities to keep him from forcing her hand, he’d shown her exactly what he’d do, given the opportunity.

His voice, low and snarling, his eyes glittering feverishly in the darkness, blood pulsing from his nose - “It is a shame you chose to defy the Light, Lisbet,” he’d whispered savagely. “I made a promise; I intend to keep it. Soon, sweetheart. Let me free of these chains. We will end this charade.”

It had been what was needed, in order for her to see clearly.

They could not break him. They could not force him to become the man he’d been; all the pleading in the world, all the gentleness - and its opposite. She had allowed him to be tortured, in the hopes that it would bring him back. She had wielded the flame herself, when he’d grown too dangerous for others to be allowed near, and had still hoped…

It meant nothing. She knew that now. When he’d finally broken into her thoughts, had seared within her mind like a burning brand, had showed her so clearly what he had become - she’d known. The echoes of that terrible promise had stirred, resonant within her.

I see you.

We will not succumb.

Never.

But never had come to pass. The man before her was no longer the man she’d loved so desperately, had become the monster he’d feared most in those moments. She remembered the touch of his brow against her breastbone as he’d sagged against her. She could feel, clearly, the tremor to his voice when he’d promised her. Never.

"I would kill you," he’d said, voice a near-whisper, filled with iron certainty.  "I love you."

She’d sworn, too. They’d been near strangers, then -- tempered by combat, only just beginning to know one another, but by the Light itself they had placed their faith in each other, in what had grown between them, so solid a foundation. To be seen had been a kindness, a blessing and a gift. To be safe from the worst was an oath, was something deeper and darker and just as necessary.

“... Ludovick,” she whispered, her voice betraying her in its softness. “Please. Come back to me. Don’t make me do this.”

The man in the chair stared at her coolly, his eyes intent upon her. Even then, she could feel his mind against hers, scrabbling like something small and unseen in the walls, trying to find purchase in her defenses. She searched his features, trying in vain to find something familiar, some sign that she could still save him, but he offered nothing. Only cold, silent conviction. Only the force of his will, like a stone wall set against her, so Light damn sure in his righteousness that she wanted to be wrong, she yearned to let him free --

No. That thought was not her own. He was testing her, had slipped within her thoughts. Subtle. He’d always been better at subtle than she had, it had always been a strength for him. Her posture grew straighter, her expression utterly still, no trace of pleading left in her eye as she pushed him out. Lisbet watched as his body rippled lazily in the chair, his teeth baring in a mockery of a smile, a trickle of blood beginning to wend its way through his beard.

“You will not do it, Arbiter. You know I am righteous. You see it. Let me go -- join me, turn to the Light. It is not too late for you. You can be redeemed! Lisbet. Please. I promised. I swore to you --”

His voice became louder, more strident, insisting and demanding that she see reason, but her will was iron and his efforts did not move her. When she lifted the gun -- when he felt its muzzle press coolly to his temple, her features resolute -- Ludovick at last sucked in a sharp breath, spine pulling straighter, his eyes meeting her as his mind pulled away, ceasing its attempts to break her will.

The anger in him fell away, at last revealing its core. “I am sorry,” he whispered, voice hoarse. In that moment, he looked as though every year of his life weighed more heavily on him than the one before it. He was old and tired and broken, and he knew his failure. “I am so sorry. I should have done better for you.”

Lisbet bowed her head. “I love you, Ludovick. For the man you were. For the man you worked so hard to be.” She pulled back the hammer with an audible click. He closed his eyes, head sagging helplessly.

“You are damned, sweetheart. I cannot save you. It is not your fault.”

She forced herself to watch his face, taking a deep breath. “No. You are redeemed, because I love you - because I will not allow you to become the least of yourself.” She drew in a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

One moment, he was living, breathing, worn but present.

The next, his skull came apart like an overripe melon, viscera and bits of bone exploding outward. His body jerked and fell still, his head absent; she could feel soggy chunks against her face, knew she was covered in him, as her hand began to shake violently, the pistol still smoking.

In a choked voice, Lisbet whispered, her final benediction --

“The Light is with us.”

It was over. It was done.

[isotuan]

Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))

“Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.”

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

The second you heard that door’s lock click, you practically kicked the damn thing open, yelling all sort of things because you were on the verge of hypothermia by the time he finally decided to answer the door.

“What took you so long?” You huffed, quickly burying yourself deep into the blanket that was thrown messily onto the couch. You could choke the kid right then and there if you wanted you, but you spared yourself from having to lose any one of your fingers because you swore if he had taken any longer your fingers would have fallen off.

“Sorry, I was making myself yogurt,” he answered with his mouth full, the bowl of said yogurt in one hand, a spoon in the other.

“Yogurt.”

He nodded to that.

“So you’re saying,” you breathed in, trying to stay as calm as possible. “You left me out in the cold…

“…For yogurt.”

He nodded to that, too.

You breathed out, “I trying my hardest right now not to strangle you to death, Jungkook.”

“Jeez, calm down,” he narrowed his eyes at you and looked as if you were crazy.

“Are you serious?” You glared at him, “You’re the one that asked me to help you study.”

“I did,” Jungkook agreed. “But this yogurt, though.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Your priorities are fucked up.”

You pushed yourself off the couch and made your way to the kitchen to make some much-needed hot tea because the blanket wasn’t much help. You noticed the moment you stepped into his kitchen you could tell why Jungkook was preaching his yogurt so damn much. Cut up pieces of strawberry and a bruised banana peel lay above a cutting board with bits of granola scattered all over. He would be the person that was extra as shit when is came to something as simple as eating yogurt. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he had carved a  rose out of strawberry for decoration. He was extra like that and he’d always been that way ever since you met him two years ago, much to your dismay. This with his cocky attitude, you were surprised you even a year being friend with this asshole. 

“I swear if you touch my yogurt—” you heard him call for the living room.

“I won’t, dickhead.”

“Yah, wake up,” you gave the snoring boy and flick on the forehead.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he grumbled, rubbing the reddening spot on his forehead as his straightened back up in his seat. It had been about four hours since you two had begun studying, the digital clock Jungkook had in his room now read 1:39 am. On the desk were scribbled notes, note cards, scattered highlighters, and the numerous Psychology textbooks you’d borrowed from the library earlier on that day. You managed to keep him awake most of the time but would occasionally have to land a smack on the back of his head to keep him awake and focused.

You leaned on the armrest of your chair, “How do you expect to get a decent score on this test if you don’t focus?”

“A passing grade is fine for me.”

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes. “You were so hardworking back then, what the fuck happened.”

He chuckled, “I don’t know. Ask Taehyung or Jimin.”

“On second thought, I don’t even want to know what you guys did,” you snarled, remembering all the nights you had to drag all three of them from a party because they got too shitted to get a ride home themselves. Thankfully it was mainly last year and that their party phase died down since then.

“Why study when you can just party and get laid?” Jungkook said and you swore you a gagged a bit.

“Really?” You looked at him questioningly.

“Really what?”

“One, that’s the worst motto to have,” you looked at him with distaste. “Two, you stopped partying ever since that one night at a random frat house, remember that?”

You could see Jungkook visible cringe at the memory of that horrible night. “I’m never going to parties ever again,” you remembered him say when you helped him haul himself out of a dumpster the day after.

“Now you barely get out of the house unless you really need to or when Jin forces you to. All you do now is play The Sims and go bowling on weekdays.”

Jungkook shrugged, “It’s not a bad lifestyle.”

You ignored him and continued on with your point. “And ‘get laid?’” you laughed out loud. “I haven’t seen you with a girl since forever.”

Jungkook gasped, “I am offended.”

It was now your turn to shrug, “It’s not a lie.”

Jungkook, legitimately offended it seemed, spoke, “Girls love me.”

“Right,” you rolled your eyes. “As you can barely even talk to a girl or be in the same room as them.”

“Of course I can,” he crossed his arms over his chest and held his chin up high.

You looked at him, confused at his words as they seemed to reflect everything but the truth. “Jungkook,” you said. “Don’t shit around. I know you. And I know that you know damn well that you can’t handle girls.”

“That not true-”

“You get too nervous and would make up some lame excuse just to get out of a situation that involved girls, like ‘I left my gas on, gotta go,’ which you have actually used before.”

“Not credible information.”

“And how do you expect for women to like you if you can’t even engage in conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Again, you get too nervous.”

“No, I don’t get nervous around girls. That’s a fact.”

“Not credible information,” you mocked him. He narrowed his eyes, annoyed and fired up about the subject.

“And for your information, I, Jeon Jungkook” he pointed a finger at you, “am irresistible to all women across this nation. That’s another fact.”

“Again, not credible information,” you shook your head and he huffed.

“Oh, really?” Jungkook said. “Name one person.”

“Let’s see—Everyone? Literally, go ask anyone! A real example, me,” you said. “I don’t get turned on by you, I can’t ever imagine ever being turned on by you.”

Jungkook paused for a second, looked as if he was thinking, “Oh, really?”

You nodded sternly. 

“You wanna try?” He suddenly said.

“What?”

He spun his chair towards you, body fully facing you, “Try not to get turn on by me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “That’s very funny.” But as you began to turn back to the work in front of you Jungkook stopped you, placing his large hand on your knee. 

What the fuck.

You looked back at him, his face barely readable, but by the way, he had his face tilted up and a brow slightly raised, he was challenging you. You wanted to ask just what the hell was running through his mind. This fucker really thinks—you mused to yourself of which within that very second, you’d ultimately decided that—

It’ll be fun—

—Prove this little shit wrong.

And more prove yourself right.

“Fine—”

You brushed off Jungkook’s hand and stood up.

“What—”

Before he could finish, you’d already maneuvered your way so you were standing directly in front of himself, slightly in between his legs.

“—Try not to get nervous then.”

“Wait, what, this was my idea—”

You quickly kneeled down which shut him up and placed your torso in between his legs and a hand on his knee. You looked back up at Jungkook, he had his eyes glued on the placement of your hand before meeting your sight and his wide eyes blinked hard before dropping back down to your hand. He was completely taken by surprise, you could most definitely tell, but he was too speechless to even utter a word. You smirked and began inching up your hand up his leg and you took this chance to just slightly brushed your fingertips with the inside of his muscular thigh, feeling it tense up under your hot touch. You could see his chest rise up in a heavy gasp. You wanted to laugh.

Strike one.

You pushed yourself up, hand still locked onto his thigh and you moved a bit closer to him, where your free hand was resting on the armrest beside him and your knee was resting in the empty spot on his seat between his legs. You finally let your hand that was on his thigh leave its spot but rather let it slowly travel up and up his leg and onto his torso. You allowed your finger to lightly hook onto the waistband of his exposed Calvin Kleins before effortlessly dragging the end of his white tee up his body, his glowing skin gradually became more and more exposed. You never once let your eyes strip away from him which was why, when you purposely let your fingertips faintly line the dips of his sculpted stomach, you saw his Adam’s apple bob violently.

Strike two.

You eventually let loose of the shirt the moment your hand reached his bottom of his neck of which you instead began tracing your finger along his neckline and down his sharp jaw. You stopped once you reached his chin and you rested your fingers on it and carefully tilted his head up, which closed in the proximity from a couple of centimeters to barely a centimeter. Jungkook’s round eyes met yours and you kept the eye contact for a solid second, watching as his pupil double in size. However, that moment was short-lived when Jungkook’s gaze dropped down to your lips and his pink tongue swiped across his thin bottom lip in much anticipation. You smirked and took no time to inch closer and closer to him to the point where your lips sharing just about the same air and that a kiss would just seal in that empty space. As you moved, you could feel his thunderous pulse beating under your fingertips and practically hear his heart pound right out of his chest. 

Strike three.

“You got nervous,” you spoke a just your lips were about to touch and you pushed yourself off Jungkook, leaving him beet-red and completely dumbfounded in his seat. 

(( Note: See? I feel like this one is so meh, I might delete this later on :/// ))

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Wild Rex Evaluation

After a month and a half of solid work, Wild Rex is complete, the scourge of the west is born. it’s been quite a journey, some elements worked, some didn’t and over the course of the next few paragraphs I’m going to be talk my choices

It’s quite hard to believe that only a month and a half ago, Wild Rex started out as a skeleton. 

(Picture above was taken 13/03/17)

Originally Barry said it would have been fine to now include the milliput on the biceps and the forearm, and whilst Barry said it wouldn’t be necessary however upon reflection I think I might have needed this. To try and bend it where the elbow was tricky and if not done right would look bendy and just unnaturally curved. The legs having no milliput on turned out fine as it turns out for the bend to reach the box would have been more difficult to do it with the milliput in place. The shoulders where placed perfectly and resembles where the shoulders might be.

(Picture above was taken 17/03/17)

This picture was 4 days later from the skeleton when the foam started to go on. I’m happy with this step. I put quite a lot of detail into the body, the detail that sadly didn’t carry over when putting the clothes on the model, the details include crafting out the back curvature and the bum shape. I did shape this character to have a little bit of a belly on him which did carry over. I’m happy with the crafting I did on the legs, they are just the right level of thin enough. The hands themselves are a mixed bag. Wild Rex’s right arm, the arm that would hold the gun had a flat palm, which would make sense, however his other arm has a curved palm which strangely at the time I didn’t spot but it didn’t matter as that hand wouldn’t be used to hold the gun either.

Gun Construction 22/03/17

This is when I started construction on the gun, I’m pleased with how this went. I somewhat sculpted this around Wild Rex’s finger. The base was originally constructed out of wooden lolly pop sticks trimmed up, this gave me the base to build on and it did help. I did make a trigger for this but it fell off just by testing it. I eventually made a new trigger. I got this in the right scale which is great news. This wouldn’t be the last time I touch the gun. 

(Picture above was taken 23/03/17)

This update saw the entire body covered in foam, including both hands and feet. At the time I thought this was fine, upon reflection I may have needed to put more foam on the feet as when I put the pins in the feet so the character can walk, there didn’t seem to be enough foam, therefor meaning the character would fall to one side. One achievement I am proud of is I shaped the legs to resemble calves muscles which yet again sadly don’t show when the clothes are laid over them.

(Picture above was taken 27/03/17)

This was the day the box began construction. It was a pain to get right but I’m glad I did, I think if Thornes didn’t do small hinges then it wouldn’t have been made, or it would have had a fixed open chest. The only thing I could say is I wish I made it a bit higher. It was a really stretch (literally) to make the character bend down as far as he needed to. Apart from that at this stage, no issues with the design or concept. I think it was quite brave to do this style of box where as others did just plain boxes.

 (Picture above taken 30/03/17)

This was a day where I stayed in uni for about 8 hours and I got a lot of work done. First off I need to say that I am extremely chuffed with me nailing down a lot of his clothes in one day, but with that pride also comes frustration, I somehow managed to get glue on his legs when trying to get them attached. I would later fix this but at the time it was quite frustrating, I made sure to be extra careful when handling the jacket, as it could be excuseable on the trousers as he is from the West where dirt and sand if rife. However I feel it isn’t on the jacket. i was extremely lucky with the type of material I found and was able to use, The gaiters came out better then I had hoped, although maybe making them in black wasn’t the greatest idea as if I was to put some detail on the shoes, they would be lost although realistically I don’t think I could have used another brown as it wouldn’t look right. But my problem was I needed something to break up that black shoe and gaiter combo which is why later you will see I made the spur strap to be brown. I somewhat wished I had time to maybe sew on some pockets or perhaps stick on some buttons but saying that it doesn’t ruin the design.

(Pictures above taken 20/03/17)

The same day as my puppet, that day saw the construction of the both the head and the hat. Let’s start with the head, I think the head is well done, I don’t have much to comment here as of yet as there’s no detail but I’m pleased with the body shape where as on my previous super-sculpy test, there seemed to be no detail on the face, I made sure to include check bones, sucken in eye sockets as well as a chin, the original details that was lacking on my super sculpy design. If anything I could say is that I don’t like how I did the ears, they look the same of that of a monkey, it’s to round. However it doesn’t take away any of the design

The hat also came out very well, this is where Barry helped in the design but let me did the designing. I am very pleased to see how this turned out. I was sceptical as to how it would turn out with the curved sides but it turned out really well, my only gripe and it’s mainly nitpicking is that I think the main bulk of the hat, ie the blue foam may be just an inch to big, however I say that but from other views it looks perfectly fine.

(Picture above taken 07/04/17)

This is when the chest went into it’s final stage of development. I previously had a design I wanted to follow which is the design of the chest I have in home. I soon realised it wasn’t feasible and to be honest I wasn’t sure it would look good in a small scale in a western setting seeing as the descriptions on it seem Japanese. So I just mocked up a design of lines which is what you see and the version I stuck with. I would like to note that whilst the lock is stuck on here, that did not make it through the final version. I either made the lock either to big or to small and when it was fully finished I thought it looked good without it. Obviously ignoring the white primer paint, I quite like the style of the box, it’s simple but effective. It’s a simple design that puts it apart from other boxes in this mystery box assessment and I couldn’t be more prouder of it. to critique the design, I would say maybe it could have been nice to take chips out of the lollypop sticks stuck on the side to give the feel that it’s old and battered but that doesn’t phase me or the design.

(Picture above taken 11/04/17)

This saw the completion of the gun i had made for Wild Rex and I have a couple of comments to make around the paint job. First thing to point out is that is has a place where the trigger would sit but it was incredibly hard to get anything to stick underneath there and fit Wild Rex’s finger in, so I had to loose the trigger, whilst not a big loss as it was virtually unnoticeable I thought it was worth pointing out.  I think the silver could of perhaps been more shiney, as it stands its just a dull silver. I guess I was worried that it might dry out and become a problem when filming with the lights above it but I have seen other people with shiney puppets so that was an error on my part. Another error was that wooden detailing. When researching I knew some revolvers had wooden detailing and this is what I tried replicating. However it appears the detailing isn’t all round the revolver, so that was just an error that I realised after the date. However what is the biggest problem is also the greatest strength, I like how I did the wooden detailing which was a combination of multiple brown felt tips I had lying round in my house, it is very effective. if I was to re-colour this revolver it would be shiny silver and a brown panel where the handle is and not all over.

(Picture above taken 13/04/17)

Whilst a small update, an update non the less. This was the day the dagger was built, officially made from an old toy that had a dagger, I decided to re-purpose the handle and add my own blade, making sure both sides end in an edge. Not a lot to say on this particular update apart from the design works well and the handle fits right in.

(Picture taken above on 14/03/17)

The next update comes from a finished box. I made it look weathered and old on perpouse to give it a rough ascetic. Both light brown with a hint of green and black and on the strips it was dark brown. I think this works very well. It’s the ascetic I was going for and it works very nicely. I even used some of the brown felt tips to given a wooden texture. The only thing I could say about the paint is that it seems to bit a bit more green then I had expected. I think if I were to have mixed more black, or even just used the black to bring out the grooves in the wood could have been a better use.

Picture above taken on 18/04/17

This update was quite a landmark, the sleeves went on. The finishing line was in sight, and I even painted the dagger. This was the stage where I knew it was possible to finish this. At this stage the only thing I really needed to do was to paint the hat, do the expressions for the face and make the spurs. As far as the sleeves go they where quite a tight fit, it’s only now I look at the model and see the wear and tear this puppet has had from posing the arms differently each time, I suppose if I was to change this again i would give more room for the sleeves to fit in and to be sewed on by the jacket. As you can imagine it was quite fiddly and as a result I might have missed a few areas. If I was to do this again I would have sewed the sleeves on the same time I did the jacket which could have saved time and effort.

(Pictures above taken on 20/04/17)

This update, while minor needs to be talked about as whilst its a small element there are a few things I need to discuss. Obviously the holster is finished, I did this by looping a black belt made of card around one of the belt holes, Whilst it seemed like a good idea at the time, its only upon reflection that I look at the black gun holster belt and the cardboard has almost been ripped where It’s been bent from under the jacket and from me and other people handling him. I think if I was to do this again then I would not only put it through the loop of the belt but also glue it down, I feared if I glues it then it wouldn’t have much mover-ability but I would rather this option then for the holster to just collapse. Luckily the holster fits the gun which is a plus, I made it easier for Wild Rex to grab.

(Pictures above taken on 24/04/17)

This was one of the last jigsaw pieces that needed to be solved, The spurs. I had no idea of how to do them until I eventually got some golden sheet of paper, wrapped it into a pancake shape, cut straws and placed them at each angle, glued it all together, painted it gold then attached the spur strap around the boot. A bit of a long and complicated way and there might have been an easier way around this issue but none that was jumping out at me. If there’s one thing I’m disappointed in is that there’s not as many spikes on the spur as I had hoped. Although it soon became a realisation that wasn’t going to be done in the timescale I had and in the scale I had. I’m happy with it however, it gives the illusion of a spur and it’s something someone can look at and no what it is so it’s not a great loss.

(Picture above taken on 24/04/17)

This is the second to last update, The main things we need to cover, the hat, the head with hair and the hands. The hat for starters looks better then I had hoped for, When I said that I think the main bulk of the hat might have been a bit to tall, in some cases I can see it, in others I can’t. I think it’s the really close up shots that make it look to big however the stuff far away look fine. My only gripe is that in my original design I had a red band going round his hat, the only reason I didn’t do this is it detracted from both the hat and the head. It seemed like there was to much going on which is why I didn’t include it. However I am very happy it fits him well. If I where to make the hat again i would design a type of plug at the bottom of the hat which is what I intended to do in the first place. but due to it being hollow I thought the head might be able to hold the hat in place, I was partially right. I think the two pronged plug would have been more secure (Which is why Wild Rex’s head had to lines on his forehead)

As for the head itself, I’m glad it fits and provides enough wait for Wild Rex to stand freely. We still have the eyes and the mouths to cover although the hair is the main addition, it was made from a cut up flannel which was just painted. I saw a lot of people use different materials like cotton wool or just sculpting the hair on, I wanted something that looked like short hair which is why I choose the flannel, apart from being incredibility difficult to paint, and the paint flaking away when cutting the material to reveal whit patches, I’m pleased this worked. I do eventually go over and paint the hair, I’m happy with how I cut it and the hairstyle I gave him which is a short hairstyle I imagine a cowboy might have. One problem is however I was curious to paint brown hair seeing as the colour brown has been used a lot in this characters clothing so I oppted for a mix of grey and brown which gives of this weird colour. I think it could have been better if I just went for black, however the hair isn’t a take away from the puppet. We can still see his hairstyle and his sideburns which is what I wanted.

And finally we have the painted hands, the hands that where foam covered up. When painting this I mixed this perfectly with the head however when applying it to the foam hands it changed into a darker skin colour then I previously hoped. I think this is a result of just the texture of his hand, and infact if I was to do this differently I would have found a way to get a different texture on his hands as he looks like he is covered in spots and bumps.

Pictures above taken on 26/05/17

This is it, Wild Rex is finished, the final details being his eyes, eyebrows and mouth. as well as touching up painting his hair. I’m quite happy with the eys, they are the design I had for them originally but I didn’t know how they would play out in the model but they actually work. The eyes, eyebrows and mouths are fully movable, held together by blue tack underneath it. I knew I wanted the eyes black as a sort of cartooned look where everything else is somewhat realistic. I’m quite happy with the eyes, if anything the eyebrows are a tad bit basic, and maybe his eyes could have used colour but everything else is fine.

And that’s it, Wild Rex evaluated. It was a journey creating him, I learnt some things along the way and generally made something I can be pleased off. I think down to his design tells you the story better then I could ever do, I’m happy with the colours, I’m happy with the design choices. Are there times where I wish I picked a different character? Yeah. I look around the class room and I see child friendly puppets or puppets that could work on channels such as Adult Swim, I will have to be honest, I’m not sure where I could see my character if he had a TV show or movie. It would have to be aimed for Teenagers and up due to the dark story but equally he is a cool cowboy who wanted peace and trys to be good but does it in the wrong way much like most anti heroes. Anti Heroes are on the rise currently in mainstream media. Character like Rick from Rick and Morty, or to look at other example outside of animation, Deadpool from the Marvel universe or Walter White from Breaking Bad, these character make interesting viewing as ultimately they are good but achieve it in a different way as opposed to you or I, Their moral compass is broken and it’s somewhat of a reflection that this is who we could become so as to remind that we shouldn’t take the stuff for granted. This is Wild Rex’s story, someone who had a Wife and kids before taken away and due to the grief he jsut snapped, he is a realisation that he could be us any day from now and that’s why I like this character more then any other I have created.

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