#gonna be real i want to draw more raw things

[ionomycin]

ligament

[somekindofpoet]

Hi stranger!

I was wondering if you could write a short/Drabble about our girl Raine and Reader and them getting into a serious fight. Who would give in first? How would each side apologize or would they both be like: OKAY WE GOOD! And and and of course, make up smut or if you want to be evil at the end they break up and you call this short story an AU!! (If you do this I will not talk to you for a week!! H A P P Y E N D I N G) thank youuu!

Hellooo my friend!! Nooo sad endings here! Who could ever stay mad at this sweet baby?

The hulking animal between your legs is a monster. Foaming at the mouth, eyes red, sides heaving as you lock your hand into the rope.

“You sure you wanna do this, kid? This one’s real nasty,” Mr. Day yells over the roaring crowd, leaning over the railing.

He watches you cinch the rope down over your palm, adjust your seat on the bull’s shoulders. You look him in the eye and smirk, your show of cockiness hiding the way your heart pounds wildly in your chest. He laughs, pats your shoulder and slides off the rail.

You squeeze the bull with your knees, heels digging into its sides. You close your eyes, search for his heart beat under your body. you find it thrumming, try to slow yours as you focus on his. Take a deep breath, steady and sure. The thundering crowd drops away, only you and him in your world.

Lorraine flashes through your mind, seething and biting her lip. It makes your palms sweat. It breaks your focus.

The gate opens.

——

“I’m gonna ride him, Rainey. He’s the meanest bull in East Texas and he lives right here on your Ranch. It’s basically fate!”

You run your fingers over the poster stuck to her parents fridge. Its headline tells of a rodeo happening this weekend, and one of your cows is the headliner.

Lorraine crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head, “You are not. You could get hurt. You could die.”

You scoff, turning to her, “I know this bull, baby. Hell, I raised him. If anyone is gonna take his first ride, it’s gotta be me.”

“No,” is all she says, her eyes ablaze.

Her body language betrays her calm exterior. You know she’s angry. Probably more angry with you than she’s ever been. But she’s afraid too. Anxious about the possibility of you being hurt.

Your tone is soft, sweet, “Raine, baby. I’m doin this. Your support would mean a lot to me.”

She throws her hands up, curling her lip at you, “I will not support you putting yourself in danger, Y/N. I just won’t.”

“Will you watch at least? Let me look for you in the crowd.”

Her nostrils flare, “I said no.”

“Fine,” you retort, feeling jilted at her lack of support.

She steps into your space, holding both of your hands, “Don’t you do this.”

Her eyes are wide and pleading, and you almost fold. But this is important to you. Your father was a champion bull rider, and with him gone this feels like an opportunity to bring his spirit some pride.

You shake your head, kiss her forehead. You know she’ll be angry. She’ll be worried out of her mind. But the draw of this is too strong for you to spare her.

———

You’re thinking about Lorraine when the crowd comes screaming back. The gate opens and the bull rips out of the stall like a bat out of hell.

Time slows to the millisecond while you’re on his back. Every moment experienced like looking at still photographs. You feel the raw power under you, and know the split second of doubt is going to ruin you.

The next thing you see is mud. You hear a crunch, and it’s lights out.

——

You wake up in a warm bed, a soft weight on your shoulder. Your eyes are heavy, hard to open. Your body feels strange. Wavy and like you’re sinking.

As your lids crack open, you’re afraid at first. You don’t recognize the room with blueish green curtains, oddly tiled ceilings and fluorescent lights. A faint beeping in the background and a monitor to your left give your groggy mind a solid hint about where you’re at.

The weight in your right side shifts, and you slowly turn to find Lorraine’s hand over your stomach, her head resting on the bed next to your arm.

You smile, lift your arm to pet her hair. When you speak your voice is hoarse, thick and heavy with sleep, “Hey, baby girl.”

She gasps and jerks her head up, rubbing your eyes. She looks relieved for about half a second, and then her features morph into fury.

“I told you not to do it.”

You blink hard, and wince at the sudden pain in your left arm. You try to lift it to inspect the source, and find it heavier than it should be. A blue cast is affixed to it from your wrist up to your elbow. You frown, try to wiggle your fingers and hiss at the sharp spasm it sends down your arm.

You look back at Lorraine, who is still glowering, and grimace.

“First thing you’re gonna say to me is ‘I told you so’?”

Her frown deepens, “Well I did, didn’t I? But no, you just go and do what you want, not a care in the world. You could have died! You would have died if them clowns didn’t save your ass.”

You frown now, unable to remember the events she’s spitting mad about. You remember the bull, and the gate opening and the…oh. You made it about three seconds on that behemoth’s back before he catapulted you into into the earth.

You assume you were knocked unconscious, because there are no more memories after the smell of the dirt that shot up your nose.

Looking at her brings back another memory. Your thoughts before the gate had opened. You’d lost focus because you were worried about her being mad at you.

The overwhelming disappointment that drops onto your chest makes you angry. Your father would have done better. Would have wanted you to do better.

“I lost focus thinkin about you, Raine,” you say, your tone sharp. “If you had been there to support me-“

“Don’t you dare blame this on me,” she growls.

You lift your brows and jut your chin stubbornly, not speaking another word.

She flexes her jaw, standing abruptly, and flares down at you. Her eyes flick between yours and your casted arm. Her fists clench and she turns on her heel, rounding your bed and storming out of the room.

You sigh, rubbing between your eyebrows with your good hand.

“Not your best move, kiddo.”

You jolt, only now noticing Mr. Day sat at the other end of the room. You groan, knowing he witnessed the encounter, and that he’s right.

He stands from his chair and moves into the newly vacated one at your bedside. His eyes are tired, worry creasing the lines in his face. Lorraine looked tired too, and now you feel terribly guilty.

He must sense it, because he smiles softly at you, patting your arm.

“She’ll be okay. The Day women are stubborn, but she was so worried about you I’m surprised she didn’t force her way into surgery.”

You gulp, “Surgery?”

He chuckles, “Had a pretty nasty fall out there. That bull sent you into the ground like a sack of flour.”

You glance at your cast, wincing again.

“I just wanted to do my Pops proud,” your voice is high, your throat tight with impending tears.

Mr. Day’s eyes are warm, his heavy calloused hand resting on your forearm.

“I know honey. He’s proud of you. He’s proud when you’re ropin, when you’re birthin calves. Hell, he’s proud of you when you’re takin Raine out for ice cream. You don’t need to get on the back of the meanest bull in Texas to make him proud. He’s smilin down on you every day you breathe, kid.”

The tears roll down your face and once they start, there’s no stopping them. Mr. Day sits with you until you calm, holding your hand the entire time.

The crying and the medicine wear you out, smothering you in exhaustion. You fall asleep with his hand in yours.

When you wake again, there’s still a hand in yours. But this one is much smaller, softer.

Lorraine is back, leaning over your bed with worry again. Your heart aches with how grateful you are for her.

“Don’t go gettin the wrong idea,” she says, her voice low, “I’m still spittin mad at you.”

You close your eyes and sigh. You probably deserve it. No, you definitely do.

They release you from the hospital a few hours later, sending you home with pain killers and an ice pack for your head. Lorraine is quiet behind the wheel of your truck, not saying more to you than she has to.

She keeps herself busy at the apartment. She cleans like her life depends on it, then rearranges things, then cleans again. She pushes your meds on you every few hours, makes sure you’re fed and that you drink water. But she doesn’t sit with you, or cuddle on the couch like usual.

She’s angry, that much is clear. You wonder how long that anger will simmer beneath the surface before you get another ass chewing.

It never comes. The next day she spends some time out of the apartment. She doesn’t tell you where she’s gone.

Any blame you held for her is gone now. You know it’s not her fault. You took a massive risk and now you’re paying for it. You were also a royal asshole at the hospital, and you’re pretty sure you’re paying for that too.

When she comes home later that afternoon, you leap off the couch and try to help her with the grocery bags she’s carrying.

“I’ve got it. You only got one hand, go sit down.” Her voice is flat, no emotion coming through in her tone.

She’s still mad. But she’s still there. Still taking care of you.

When she finishes putting the groceries away, she heads to the bedroom. You let her be for a while, nervous to approach her. After an hour, when she doesn’t resurface, you walk down the hall with your tail between your legs.

You find her lying on the bed, a book in her hands. She glances up at you for a moment, and returns to her book.

You set your shoulders, gearing yourself for apology warfare. It would take significant effort, groveling and maybe a tear from you, but you couldn’t stand to have her angry with you anymore. You crawl onto the foot of the bed and sit cross legged at her feet. When she doesn’t drop the book, you gently shake her bare foot.

She huffs, dropping the book in her lap, “What?”

You smile sheepishly, “I’m sorry.”

She rolls her eyes and lifts the book again. You reach over and push it back down in her lap, making her frown at you.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I know I scared you. I know it was stupid,” you pause, waiting for her to look at you.

Her expression softens, just slightly, so you continue.

“It was a dumb idea. I wanted to make my Pops proud, and I ended up lookin like a fool anyway,” you say, your voice cracking.

She doesn’t speak, but her eyes are searching your face, always evaluating you.

“I was mean at the hospital and you didn’t deserve that. I know it wasn’t your fault, I knew it then and I didn’t mean it when I said it and I’m sorry.”

She closes her book wordlessly, setting it on the bedside table and laying back again. Her eyes narrow, her lips tighten.

You chew on the inside of your lip, waiting. She doesn’t say anything. You nod once and pat her shin, shifting down the bed to stand.

“No,” she says, her voice soft.

You turn your head, looking at her with a confused expression.

“Come here,” she sighs, her arms open.

Your breath is nearly knocked out of your chest in relief. You crawl up the bed, keeping your left arm lifted. Your head settles over her chest, her arms wrapping around your shoulders. She gently runs her fingers through your hair, kisses the top of your head. Her heartbeat is slow, steady. It feels like coming home.

“You’re a damn fool,” she says, her lips rustling your hair.

“I know,” you mumble into her chest.

“I understand why it was important to you, but you can make your Daddy proud in other ways, baby. I know for certain he wouldn’t want you out there gettin hurt.”

“I know,” you say again.

“Well since you just know everything, you know I love you, right?”

You exhale heavily, the words sinking into your bones like honey. Sweet and thick, warming you from the inside out.

“I know. I love you too, Raine.”

She kisses the top of your head again, picks up her book, and continues reading. The steady rhythm of her heart, her breathing and the pages turning lull you into sleep.

[mooncello]

Hey friends. Holy wow my big sad brain took me out this past week. I couldn't touch anything creative until the last couple days. (The warm sunshine is helping.) I'm on my fourth rewrite of chapter two for lost boys. (Fourth!) I think this is the version y'all are gonna see because I cannot keep doing this to myself. At some point, things just need to be good enough, yeah?

Eternal gratitude for @thewholelemon who has read every version, every axed sentence and dead end, and continues to offer sage wisdom, feedback and encouragement. Jenny, you're also reminding me to have fun, and, well, I honestly think I would have given up on this thing by now without you. Alllll the love, my friend. 🩵

For today, I'm sharing part of a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor. Enjoy this dead darling as it's headed to the compost pile. In the spirit and practice of having fun and not overthinking things, it is unedited.

It's also long so I've placed it under the cut.

A delighted laugh spills out of my mouth, and I hold out my arms in a raw embrace of the elements, tilting my face into the warm rain and feeling the water collect in the dips of my eye sockets. Eventually I blink open my eyes to find Simon racing between thick, tall flower stems with Pockets. Simon stops for a breath and looks over his shoulder at me, his smile bright and open and wide. It only takes a couple minutes before we are completely soaked through. “Tink didn’t tell me it would rain,” Simon says once he’s finished running around and joins me by an enormous tower of purple orchids. “I don’t mind it,” I reply. I don’t, really. Not when it feels like the most luxurious hot shower, surrounded by giant flowers. Not when Simon is standing in front of me, his soaked t-shirt clinging to his form like a second skin. (That’s happening more – me noticing things like that. Specifically about Simon.) (He’s a dream. It’s fine. I wish he were real, but it’s fine.) “Let’s go dry off,” Simon laughs. We part ways with the others and return to the flat rocks overlooking the sea. The rain ends at the meadow’s edge, so it’s nothing but big blue sky and gentle sunshine as we stretch out on the rocks. A slow, balmy wind sweeps over us from the ocean. It smells of salt and lime and driftwood. The sun-warmed sandstone bleeds its warmth into my back, and I release a contented sigh. “Fuck…” I draw the word out so long it turns into a groan. “The sun feels good.” Simon gives a lazy laugh and rolls onto his stomach, resting his head across his arms. Our bodies make a near-perfect 90 degree angle. “I feel like a cat,” I mumble. “I don’t want to move. Ever.” There’s no response. Simon is silent, which is unusual for him. I squint open an eye against the bright sunlight and glance over at him, only to find him staring at me. His curls fall over his forehead and his eyelashes are still clumped together, thick with meadow rain.  My stomach swoops. I feel exposed under his gaze. “What?” The faintest pink sweeps down his neck, and his eyes flick away. “Nothing.” He sniffs. “I mean, do you ever – I dunno…Would you…” He trails off, and I’m too sun-drunk to fully pursue. “They’re called words, Simon,” I drawl. Simon scrunches his nose and tucks his chin over his arms, tilting his head at me. “What d’you wanna do after drying off?” That isn’t what he had wanted to say, but I’m loose-limbed from the sun and distracted by the way his forearms are folded over one another. I tear my eyes away from his arms and say with a deep sigh, “Told you. I’m never moving from this rock. I’m a cat. A lizard. I’ve entered my reptilian era.” Simon laughs again, and the sound finds every crack inside my body and fills it with a warmth that surpasses the sun.

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[onejellyfishplease]

Hi hi!! I have questions regarding snapdonnie (plant boy)

Can he talk? If he can what would it sound like? How would he try to hide this from his brothers if he does? Are your commissions open? Oh I wonder if he would just disappear. I imagine this is sensory hell for him. On top of having to eat bugs. eugh hahahaha I love this! He kinda reminds me of those mushroom zombies (/pos)!! What are your thoughts on him? I would love to hear more about this creature against nature (or with nature now, haha!!) I was originally here for open your wings but I have gotten thoroughly attached to the wacky Donnie fusions. Are you alright if people draw him?? How did you do this?? This is so cool!!! I love all of your Donnie designs but he is most definitely my favorite.

(Feel free to ignore, this turned into just gushing about him)

I was gonna keep going but it was going to get into weird unhinged cult territory really fast, hahaha!!!

Wow! Hi!

I will try to answer all your questions, me and @zeawesomeness were just throwing ideas around for SnapDonnie, so theres quite a bit to talk about!

What does he sound like:

I'd imaging real gurgly when he's like that, but he absolutely hates the sound of his voice, and the fact that most of what he says is muddled. So id say he mostly uses sign language to communicate. while he can still do that

How would he hide it from his brothers:

He would definitely try at the beginning! especially when it starts off as a small growth on his softshell, but eventually the consequences get too big and it gets revealed relatively quickly (at least compared to Open your Shell)

Are my commisions open:

uhhhh, not at the moment, but if there's enough interest in commissions for my art (which would be amazing) then i would be open to opening them!

Is this sensory hell for him?

Absolutely. especially now that flies are attracted to him. he hates it. his shell is consistently moving and it is hell.

My thoughts on him:

I live this creepy little dude. but now there is a little bit of trepidation with it. because now i want to turn this into a proper au and i need to stop doing this to myself.

More about SnapDonnie!

he was infected with this venus fly trap-like curse (from what I havent figured out yet, either kraang or mystic)

it started as a growth in his shell, which then sprouted those flytraps (which he couldnt hide)

the energy needed for the transformations makes Donnie ravenous, and the more he eats, the faster he turns. this is the part where his family find out.

yes he was compelled into eating raw (kinda rancid) meat.

they find out that this infection will continue until Donnie is fully turned into a carnivorous plant.

at the end of the transformation, Donnies face would split open and the single flower would bloom.

Small teeth-like spines are growing down the middle of Donnies face.

Donnie has to balance, starving himself without rotting/wilting (bc yes he does that now), while not eating too much that the transformation continues at too fast a pace.

it doesnt help that sometimes he goes feral (and his face does the splitty open thing), and attacks and tries to eat anything in his path. including his family. Ah yes. Angst.

so they need to figure out how to help Donnie before they loose him forever.

Okay I think Im done with ranting lol.

Can you draw him?

ABSOLUTELY!! please tag me if you do! in fact I am completely on board with you drawing anything from my aus! I love receiving fanart!

I think thats all the questions answered! I love asks like this lol, theyre always so fun!

[campbell-rose]

Reaaaaal Quick Helluva thing

Okay, i wanted to take a lil break from the bullshit of Helluva and just reread demon slayer again, but then Sarcastic Chorus popped up on my recommended and i hoped for a second he'd agree with me.

Nah. Honestly i think Sarcastic Chorus and Cartoon universe and the only things (aside from Viv's cult) keeping this show afloat. It's honestly impressive how SC makes the show seem like it has actual good writing lmao

I watched Panty and Stocking again earlier and like. The literal first episode of that show has literal shit jokes and the main villain of the episode is a pile of fucking shit and it's still more entertaining than helluva Boss and the writing is cohesive. Some can disagree (ive met people who don't like paswg) but that show does potty human, sex and haha funny cursing 1000x better than helluva. I think it's because Paswg isn't taking itself seriously. It was literally made by a bunch of drunk people. But Helluva wants to have all these emotional moments and give the characters morality and shit like... no. Helluva Boss wants the characters to be like the gang from Always Sunny and have the humor of Panty and Stocking, but then add in the most out of pocket dramatic bs.

Worst part? Could've worked. Always Sunny has real moments! Charlie yelling at his dad's corpse about how he should've been there for him was heartbreaking, but it wasn't some big tone shift from the humor! Mac's dance was fucking beautiful and raw and the episode was still funny.

I think the main issue is that the writings don't know what they're doing and it's hurting the show. Thank god they have Sarcastic Chorus to make video essays on how the writing is good actually lmaoo. Like his unhappy campers thing he talks about how this episode is deconstructing the M&M's when like... no not really it's pretty much an asspull for drama that could've worked with better writing. Plus this was supposed to be an ep about Barbie Wire so like, that's another thing.

Other than that, i'm just gonna go draw some more hashiras, probs Sanemi he's my fav

[literaticat]

Hello. I know an older person (a relative) who is a very good illustrator (as a hobby). They do have an email address but don't have a website (yet anyway). I'm encouraging them to draw maybe half a dozen or a dozen illustrations so I could submit them to some publishers on their behalf (those who are looking for or open to illustration submissions). Some of these sites mention having a website, others don't. Would the person have to be a professional illustrator or would this be okay? And would it be better for me to see if I can teach them to draw on an iPad or could I just scan on their handdrawn illustrations and email them for them? They're open to the idea but don't think they're good enough. I think they have a lot of natural raw talent, just wondering would publishers be open to illustrations from an older person who is very green to this and has no experience. What do you think? And could you give me/them any other advice? Thank you so much. Happy New Year!

I'd strongly suggest you not do this. I know you have the very best of intentions, and it's lovely that you're such a cheerleader for your relative. I'm sure they are very talented. BUT. Start by finding out what their goals really are. There are plenty of other ways for them to get their work out there. Maybe there are local art classes, where they can explore different mediums and just have fun and meet other artists and potential mentors. Art contests, or local magazines or journals that might publish work from local artists. If they really want to start a little cottage artwork business from home maybe they can create beautiful cards or prints that can be stocked at a local shop or something like that, and you can help them print them out and be their 'sales rep' if you like. Investigate these types of outlets for your relative's creativity, there's no need for their fun and pleasant hobby to become a difficult, demanding career, unless that is something they are TRULY passionate about.

(Not everything needs to be monetized. Normalize just doing things because you like them!)

Because yeah - - you can't really "dabble" in professional book illustration. Either you are a professional illustrator, which means publishers might hire you -- or you aren't, which means they definitely will not. Now, you can be a NEW professional illustrator, that's a thing, people aren't born as professionals -- so, again, if that's really something that your relative WANTS TO DO, truly wants it, OK -- but they are gonna have to do the legwork. You can't be submitting work on their behalf or holding their hand the whole time. Age is not a factor, but professional illustrator is a real job, not a fun-time hobby, and they do have to be willing and able to do the work themselves.

So if becoming a professional children's book illustrator is truly of interest to them, I'd suggest they start by:

-- Taking some picture book illustration classes, whether online or in-person -- specifically those, not just general "art" or whatever. The rules and goals of book illustration are just different from other kinds of art! This is not, strictly speaking, necessary, some artists are indeed entirely self-taught -- but it would probably be QUITE helpful to make them feel more confident (or alternatively, help them realize that this is not where their talent wants to take them!). COST VARIES.

-- They should also read a lot (A LOT) of modern children's books to see what the level of work is that they'd need to be doing, and different ways to tell a story through art. Because it's not just about having pretty images -- that's great, but they have to be able to *tell a story* through the pictures, also, otherwise they have just created random images, not a book. Start with the books that have been Caldecott medalist and honor winners for the past 5 years, they should all be available at your local library. FREE FROM LIBRARY.

-- I'd strongly recommend getting and studying a used or library copy of WRITING WITH PICTURES by Uri Shulevitz. While there is one section that is quite dated (because PB illus are typically delivered digitally now, and this book is from before the digital days) -- the majority of the book, about the actual craft of telling a story through pictures, is super-informative and brilliant. FREE FROM LIBRARY OR UNDER $10. USD

-- Consider joining the SCBWI; it does cost money to be a full member, but if they are serious, it may be worth it -- there are loads of resources online and in person, conferences, local meetups, workshops, etc, where they can connect with other creators and professionals to research and learn the ropes of children's book publishing; there's also a forum where they can ask questions, etc. $99. USD

-- Alternatively (or in addition), there are also kids-book oriented Facebook groups for this kind of thing that have seasoned pros answering newbie questions -- KIDLIT411 would be a smart one to join, if your relative is on Facebook. (Kidlit411 also has a website with resources!) FREE.

Once they have done all these things, they will need a professional-looking digital portfolio -- these can be physical works that are scanned in, or works created digitally (or a combo -- physical works that the artist tweaks layers in photoshop, etc). There are other posts here about what should be included in such a portfolio, look in the FAQ. This way they aren't just sending publishers random images all loosey-goosey, they'll be presenting themselves as somebody that might actually get hired. But I really wouldn't bother with this part until/unless they've done most or all of the previous suggestions.

[polyhexian]

Thinking about the emotional rollercoaster that is Hunter and Jasper's newfound developing relationship after Jasper's no longer dying of infection and everything's come to light. Hunter now knows the truth, but can he HANDLE the truth? He was already having, like, seven ongoing crises, and now he has THIS on top of them. He's just learned about a dozen new things he gets to be angry over!

Your approach to writing Hunter's trauma recovery has always been very raw. I like a good saccharine hurt/comfort fic as much as the next person, but I really appreciate the raw approach, too. Recovery isn't perfect, it can be ugly and uncomfortable and painful, and you've never shied away from that. So I'm thinking of a still-reeling-from-Hollow-Mind Hunter, freshly dumped in another dimension with his weirdo stalker who turns out to be the father he'd just gotten used to thinking never existed, and I'm looking over at Agony!Hunter and Lament!Hunter for comparison and wincing.

I commented on another post about how I feel like Hunter would WILDLY vacillate between "you should've just kidnapped me by force!" and "yeah I was definitely super brainwashed and would've run back to tell Belos everything first chance I got" for the first…however long it takes for him to come to terms with this. But I can also see him lashing out at Jasper, like, here's some of the awful things Belos did to me, I hope that telling you about them makes you hurt because I feel like you abandoned me and I'm angry. But then that eventually goes in the complete opposite direction, like, I'm not going to tell you about what horrible memory gave me nightmares tonight even though I'd feel better if I did, because I know you love me and you were trying your best and you've been hurting every day for 16 years while you tried to get me back, and I don't want to hurt you more.

Jasper just…trying to get his kid to talk to him if he needs to. Probably at some point when Hunter's clammed up Jasper has to open up a bit himself like, look, nothing you could say is going to surprise me, that man gave me more opportunities to look at my insides than I want to remember; I'll be angry and sad about what you went through, but I've spent 16 years thinking about what he might have been doing to you and trust me, nothing you say is going to send me into a horrified shock response. Maybe he's reluctant to talk about his own experiences much because 1) Remembering sucks, and 2) He doesn't want Hunter thinking he's trying to upstage his pain, but like…they have adjacent trauma from the same abuser, they're gonna understand each other on a wavelength most other people won't get.

I do feel at the very least though Jasper would nip whatever personhood-related crisis Hunter might be having in the bud. Nope, nope, none of that; it took me 12 years to figure out I was a real person with feelings, and I didn't bargain with Belos to convince him to allow you the privilege of thinking you're a person just for you to start questioning it because you found out you're part vegetable. You've got 16 years experience of believing you're a person, that's a fantastic foundation that you should NOT take a sledgehammer to. Are we real people? We damn well BETTER be after all the work I put into figuring out emotions! Maybe this is like, the one thing Jasper really puts his foot down on. He's fine if Hunter's angry at him or if Hunter never forgives him or whatever, but he absolutely draws the line at Hunter thinking he might not be a real person.

Probably doesn't help that the whole situation is likely compounded by Hunter's guilt that oh, all his friends had to leave their family behind and are super worried about them, and he just GOT his dad back but he can't even be grateful about it?? What kind of horrible person is he??

And later on, when they've progressed past the worst of the anger, and Hunter has realized that yeah, he really does want a relationship with his dad. Then his issues of self-worth and believing love is conditional come into play.

I'm imagining some point where they're having a quiet conversation, maybe on the couch late at night. Maybe it started with Hunter asking why - why did you even care, why were you so willing to die for me when you barely knew me for two minutes. And Jasper is like I don't know, I just did, but that's not good enough for Hunter so he keeps talking. He talks about growing Hunter, all the work he put in and the attention to detail, about how excited he was, how he'd quietly talk to the planter box and spill out what he was only starting to realize were real feelings, about how he'd put his finger in Hunter's little palm and feel his heart stutter when his hand closed around it.

And Hunter listens to all of this in silence, watches Jasper smiling at the memories while he speaks, and he starts thinking about himself. About how he's never been able to maintain Belos's approval, how he's never been able to impress the coven heads, how he's just a half-a-witch who's never been anywhere near as powerful as Jasper is, how he's never been able to beat the Martlet in combat, how he's got so many punishment scars, how he's been such an awful, ungrateful brat these last few weeks to this man who loves him so much; love is conditional and Hunter has done nothing to earn Jasper's love and he probably needs to figure out how to fix that before he loses what seems to be a good thing, except his failures are many and his debt to Jasper is enormous and there is absolutely no way he will ever be able to impress or repay this man.

Jasper is still smiling into the middle distance as he says something about how badly he wanted to meet Hunter and how curious he was about what kind of person he'd be when he emerged.

Hunter feels a rock sink in his stomach, and very quietly says, "Sorry for the disappointment."

And Jasper blinks and looks down at Hunter, pure confusion on his face, and asks, "Why would I be disappointed?"

ahhHHHH

jasper completely blindsided by this. he doesn't have the proper experience with hunter's self worth issues yet to expect stuff like this, its just fully like. what?? disappointed??? when did i say that?? did i make it sound like that??? shit im doing a really bad job at this i guess. but also like. disappointed?? how could i ever be disappointed? you're alive! you have friends! I'm so happy! this is everything i ever wanted! and hunter is like no, i mean, disappointed by me and what i turned out like, i'm not nearly as brave or loyal as you, im a coward. and jasper is just floored. like ???? no! you are so smart and creative and kind and you are brave! what are you talking about??? you're a great kid! cue hunter bursting into tears

[spaceratprodigy]

The Siren Song of Devil's Peak

yes I am using this drawing as a cover image again lmao it cracks me up and I didn't feel like making something else. I think it's still rather fitting ✏

"Welcome back, Captain" Ada greeted as Faith stepped through the door of the Unreliable, her companions not far behind her.

Faith had been more quiet than usual.

She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be alone with her thoughts. The stillness of her room had been suffocating. She had been spending more and more days away, wandering anywhere she could on Monarch.

Her friends, however, were tired.

They needed a break, food, for Ellie to make sure they weren't falling apart. Faith needed it, too, but her body wouldn't let her stop. She was ready to head back out.

"Hey Boss," Felix chimed "are you feeling-"

"I'm fine" Faith cut him off sharply, immediately looking down in shame. "I'm sorry."

"Cap, we're worried about you. You need to rest" Parvati said, her tone more concerned than usual.

"I'll be fine, I need to go back out there."

"For what? Boss, you need to stop. We have to talk about this" Felix interjected.

"We don't have to talk about anything. You two get some rest, I'll see if Nyoka and Ellie-"

"No!" Felix's worry was turning into frustration "look, I'm sorry but.. I don't want you to get hurt. You can't keep running away."

"Cap.." Parvati was softer now "you're not in a good way and this isn't healthy."

Faith knew they were right. She was avoiding the fact she had to confront the problem in front of her sooner or later. That's why she won't sit still, why she keeps running headfirst into the Monarch wilds against everyone's warning.

Can't feel how much pain she's in if she's too distracted defending herself from things trying to kill her from all angles.

"Cap, you need to sort this mess out. I know he hurt you, but.. you and Max need to talk about this."

"Hah!" Felix was annoyed "you mean Max needs to come down here and apologize for being an ass. Boss, why are we even keeping him around after the way he lied to you?"

"Felix, I don't wanna.." Faith began but trailed off.

Because I don't want him to leave.

"At least talk to us about it. We're your best friends and we want what's best for you." She knew Felix was being sincere.

"Yeah, Cap. We're family, we don't want you goin' through this alone."

Faith didn't know what to say. She appreciated how much her crew, her friends, were trying to help her. Her heart was just in so much pain. She was confused, scared, she didn't really know what she wanted.

I want Max.

"I.. I.." she was trying. "Thank you.."

"Captain," Ada's voice rang through "you have a call coming in from Devil's Peak Station."

Parvati and Felix glanced at each other nervously.

"Hey Boss.. maybe you shouldn't take that call.." Felix began to say, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why? Hiram's my friend" Faith was surprised at her companions reactions.

"Well, yeah.. but.." Parvati was trying to think of what to say "last time you were hidin' out there, you and Mister Blythe were gettin' real close.."

Faith was waiting to see where this conversation was leading.

"We just think that maybe.. havin' him in the picture is makin' things.."

"Worse" Felix butted in.

"Well, No! I mean.. not worse.. just.. complicated?" Parvati's voice cracked.

Faith stood there in silence, crossing her arms. Her friends were babbling, unsure of how to get their point across gently.

"Boss, please just listen to us on this one" Felix finally said.

"There's a lot of hurt and raw emotions in the air right now. We just think the closer you get to that Broker fella.."

"Everything is going to be fine" Faith finally spoke "Hiram and I are.. just friends."

Why did I hesitate?

Felix and Parvati noticed, giving each other another worried glance.

What are they so worked up about? Faith thought, walking away to answer the call.

They're acting like I'm gonna fall for the guy or something.

We're just friends.. Right?

Her heart was beating hard now.

Oh stars..

She answered the call and Hiram's face popped up on the screen.

Dammit.

"Ah, Captain! There you are. Thought for a moment you may have forgotten about me."

The snark in his voice would have been of annoyance to others, but she had come to learn this was him being rather playful. In his own way, of course.

"I could never, Hiram."

"Are you still on Monarch by any chance?"

"Suppose I am, what would The Great Broker ever want with me? Need someone to get their hands dirty for you again?"

She knew how to play right back.

Hiram flashed her a small smile, immediately finding his serious face again.

"Come to my station, will you? I want to speak to you directly."

"Oh! How unusual of you to want to do business in person" Faith teased, unsure why she was trying to sound her flavor of freelance professional, Felix and Parvati's little talk was making her nervous.

"Let me get my crew and-"

"No" Hiram said sternly "I wish to speak to you." He swallowed, trying to keep his cool.

"Alone."

"Sounds a little dangerous doesn't it?" Faith rarely went anywhere without backup.

"You've done it before. Just to seek me out. All by your lonesome, might I add" he gave her a subtle grin "be a doll and do this for me, yes? I'll be expecting you."

Hiram hung up before Faith could get another word in.

Sly bastard.

Faith turned back towards the door, already knowing Parvati and Felix were still standing there. Waiting with concern. Knowing better than to leave their captain alone again in fear of what trouble she might get herself into next.

Fuck.

[ddejavvu]

ok this is a bit complicated so bare with me

spence is a medical doctor but still works at the bau. the bau have to get like an annual medical test and one of them is a blood test.

moreid centric so reid is the one drawing the blood and morgan's scared of them. (derek said that he's gonna pass out and spence said things like i can take your blood when you're unconciouss") emily, jj, and everyone is watching and laughing but derek's nearly having a panic attack. spence then ordered everyone to get out and calm him down. he stopped mocking him and just being so gentle with him like he handle a lil kid who's afraid of needle.

this is kinda complicated and i just taught ab it in my daydreams lol it would mean a lot if you can write it for me, you dont have to though. luv ur writings, ty!!

<3 moreid <3 omg i want more characterxcharacter requests

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"Spencer," As if the lack of professionality in using Spencer's first name wasn't evidence enough that Derek was panicking, his eyes were wide and intense too, locked on the needle in Spencer's hand, "I'm not kidding. I'm gonna pass out."

"It doesn't matter," Spencer shrugged, a soft smirk on his lips as he watched the usually cool, calm, and collected officer fall apart, "I can still draw blood even if you're unconscious."

Derek's eyes snapped shut, a grimace taking over his expression. And suddenly, it didn't seem funny. The shallow breathing that the man exhibited no longer seemed like grandiose dramatics put on for entertainment purposes, to get a few laughs. Instead they seemed real, ragged, and desperate.

The tightening of his muscles didn't seem like an effort to show them off, instead, his chest was stiff and his arms were pressed up against the wall behind him, holding on for dear life.

The way he'd scrambled up and out of the chair wasn't Morgan making Reid's job more difficult, it was Reid making Morgan's life more difficult.

Spencer finally snapped out of his discerning trance, hearing JJ's voice from across the room, "Oh, come on, you big baby. It's just a shot."

"Yeah," Penelope giggled, "I've seen seven year-olds take that more gracefully than you."

"Jack was better than this at three." Hotch piped up, an amused, seldom-seen smirk on his face.

"Guys," Reid spoke up, his voice much less light and airy than before, now grounded and strong, "Enough."

He didn't think he'd ever spoken with that much raw authority to his coworkers before. Sure, he'd given orders, he'd interrogated suspects, but he'd never silenced his team with two words before.

"Reid, we were-"

"Just give me a minute alone with him." Spencer glanced back at Derek, who was tracking everyone's movements with anxious eyes.

His coworkers, blissfully unaware and unrelating to the raw panic radiating off of Derek, shared a confused look. One by one, they stood, faces much more serious than when they'd been taunting Derek only moments ago. A few even mumbled out a mediocre apology to Spencer, as if he was the one that needed it.

"Derek," Spencer mirrored the man's former unprofessionalism, his voice soft and gentle as he set the needle down, stepping forwards a few steps, "I'm sorry for teasing you."

"It's stupid," Derek gritted out, his chest still heaving, "Hotch said- I'm in my thirties."

"It's not stupid," Spencer shook his head, walking closer and closer to Derek, "It's a phobia. I'm sorry I didn't realize before, I thought you were messing around."

"Don't apologize," Derek shook his head, screwing his eyes shut again, "I just- I can't do this."

"You have to," Spencer grimaced, finally standing in front of Derek, "I'm sorry, I wish there was some other alternative."

"I can't," Derek urged, "You don't understand, my brain won't let me-"

"I do understand." Spencer admitted, "Phobias can be crippling. And any situation seems better than this one right now. But this is mandatory, you have to complete these tests if you want to keep working here. If you don't do it now, you'll have to do it later, and I probably won't be the one administering the shot. Can I please help you with it today? I don't want you to have to do this again."

Spencer swore that he'd never seen Derek look closer to tears without actually crying. His chin was wobbling, his eyes glassy as his fingers clenched into fists to ground himself.

"I'll go slow," Spencer crooned, keeping his voice sweet and soothing, "Or- or fast, if that would help. You call the shots here- sorry, bad phrasing. But you know what I mean, you're in charge. Just because you need to complete the end goal doesn't mean you can't dictate the process."

"Nothing you can do will distract me."

"Actually," Spencer strode back to his desk, picking up an envelope from inside of his drawer, "I think these will keep you entertained for hours."

"What-"

"Baby pictures." Spencer pulled out a thick stack of photos, a slight blush on his face as he looked at the one on the top, "My mom sent them to me the other day. I kept meaning to get them out of here so that no one else could see them, but I guess it's good that I didn't."

"You can't possibly think that a few pictures of you as a kid are gonna distract me from a needle in my arm."

"I'm wearing a tie at age six," Spencer brandished the photo in question, one eyebrow raised, "You just told me the other day that you would bet money that I came out of my mom with a sweater vest on. I thought you'd want to see them. But if you don't want to," Spencer teasingly slipped the photos back into the envelope, heading back for his desk, "I can just-"

"Give me the pictures." Derek sighed, shakily peeling himself off of the wall he'd been leaning against, "Damn you and your stupid little baby glasses."

"I was six," Spencer chuckled, "I wasn't a baby."

"You're still a baby," Derek scoffed, "You're afraid of the dark."

"You're afraid of needles." Spencer deadpanned, leading Derek to his seat, "Did you forget what this was about?"

"Right," Derek sighed, his breath trembling in his throat, "Sorry, I-"

"Don't be sorry," Spencer shushed him, "That means the pictures worked. You were distracted, and you forgot about the shot. Keep looking, I'm pretty sure there's one in there of me reading War and Peace at far too young an age."

"Anything before sixty is far too young to read War and Peace," Derek grumbled, sifting through the photos in his lap "But, uh.. Thanks, Spencer."

Spencer smiled softly, the expression barely discernable as he rolled up the sleeve of Derek's t-shirt, "Just don't tell anyone else about the pictures."

"I can't promise that," Derek laughed incredulously, brandishing a picture of Spencer standing outside his university, two feet shorter and ten years younger than all of the other students there, "I'm keeping this one."

[mollymauk-teafleak]

top gun/daisy jones and the six au

So like the little magpie I am, I have once again stolen one of my lovely gf's hyperfixations in a piece of media I haven't even consumed. Because what better way to consume media than just having your gf @hangsters tell you all the best bits and then help you make a top gun au?

So there is an up and coming rock band in the 70s music scene called Top Gun, consisting of Nicholas 'Goose' Bradshaw on drums, Ron 'Slider' Kerner on bass and Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky on lead guitar and vocals. They've recently added a relative unknown called Alice Duong on keys to round out their sound (who keeps drawing the eye of their bassist) but they're struggling to climb the charts.

Their success and their struggle is all down to their lead and originator, Iceman Kazansky. Fellow musicians can't stop raving about the technical flourishes in the songs, the skill and effort put into every solo, the way Kazansky seems to live and breathe music. But that experimental nature is struggling to capture people who'd just be listening to the radio on their way to work.

So their manager has an idea. Guess who he also represents, whose was a massive hit before the drugs and alcohol and partying caught up with him, who works a crowd like no one else and just oozes raw charisma and just got out of rehab and needs a comeback? Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. And he could be just what Top Gun needs.

Instantly, Mav and Ice struggle to get along. Mav comes into the recording studio like a hurricane, messing up Ice's perfect riffs and technical genius with improvised solos, lyric changes and a general disregard for anything Kazansky (or anyone who ins't him) has to say. The rest of the bad worry that this could wreck the band entirely rather than save them. But the songs that come out of this battle are genius and sell like gangbusters.

So they tour and Ice and Mav are still butting heads but it seems to have...shifted. Like they hate each other but they love it? So no one is really surprised when one of their arguments over a song turns into the hottest sex.

But there's a problem. Maverick has never ever had a relationship like this where it's with someone he actually might love? And he panics about not being good enough, about letting Ice down and the pressure of having a gay relationship in the 70s. And yeah, he's always bucked gender roles (he's trans but not out publicly) and played with sexuality in his music but Ice feels real and he's so scared.

So one night Ice finds him high and shaking in the bathroom after a show. And he just helps him into the bath, washes him, gets him to drink water and takes care of him. But he tells him 'you have until December 1st when the tour ends and then you're done with this. you're going to get clean and be a good man for me'. And Maverick does.

Meanwhile, Goose is struggling being away from his high school sweetheart and love of his life Carole. They get the whole adorable 'if I say I have a record deal will you marry me?' thing and they have a cute backyard wedding when they realise she's pregnant and then along comes little Bradley who Goose loves more than anything (I have hangster stuff in this AU also but this post is getting long)

And eventually, after show after show of Slider staring at her, Alice finally confronts him. She's met guys in this industry that see her as a muse, see her as a skirt and nothing else and she's so done with all that. She just wants someone who treats her like a person and if Ron's gonna be that person he'd better hurry the fuck up and kiss her before she gets sick of waiting. And slider was just scared to be like one of those guys so he was holding back but now he has the go ahead he's kissing her like there's no tomorrow.

But yes I'm so deep in this AU it's not even funny and I'm looking how I can get some fics or maybe even a multi chapter thing out of it so! Ask questions, send requests, please enjoy!

[hope-to-hell]

Fulgurite Dreams, chapter four: Stones Along the Path

Adrian Toomes x Reader. A little smut. Things are coming to a head.

———

(Hey, uh, Mr. T? What the fuck?

Listen, kid. I’ve seen you out there. And you could damn well use a second set of eyes.)

He’ll be okay. He will. He will. It’s just this moment to get through, this gasping wet red mist that catches on his lips and lashes, this not as bad as it looks. Promise.

That’s good, because you look like hell.

He’ll be okay with a few new scars that, given time, will catch on the furrows of his brow and be memorialized there. But tonight blood runs in rivulets down his face and he’s leaning back against the shower wall with his eyes shut tight;

Guess I’m not as fast as I used to be

his belly twitches beneath the spread of your fingers

and I know I said I was done with it all

and he shifts his feet

but it looks like it isn’t done with me.

and brings his hand up to cover yours.

It’s okay to worry about him, mind. He’s a tough sonuvabitch but he’s still just a man at the end of the day: a man who aches and bleeds, a man who’s gonna feel every scrape and bruise in the morning. It's okay if your words don’t come out right, if instead they manifest as a half-spoken can I just that hangs about your lips. He hears the meaning just the same. And what could be better now than his hand guiding yours around his cock, urging you to lean against him and so what if the angle’s off? You’ve got him here where the outside world can’t reach in, where it’s just you and him and the fading scent of copper.

Adrian—

Later, sweetheart. Now c’mere.

Dream about his eyes rolled back. Dream about all the many thoughts that spill like ribbons from his eyes, his mouth, his ears; he whispers none of this is real but all of it is true. He’s tangled in velvet and satin, throwing light in one moment and absorbing it the next. Wrap him in leather, in raw skin still slick with blood and fat. Hold him close, even as he slips through your fingers.

I worry.

I know.

He swallows a strange small sound, a pebble in a deep well; he breathes harshly wet and for a moment his body is unfathomably heavy, leaning on you with the weight of worlds. But his head tilts back to thump against the tile and when he opens his eyes they cut like knives through the shower’s haze.

What are you gonna tell him?

The truth, mostly.

(Kid.

Yeah?

I’m gonna tell you a story, and you’re gonna listen.)

Is it really a secret if they both know?

(For a while, we were enemies. I hope that’s changed.)

If they were both remade by this strange new world, does that mean they’re kin?

(You shouldn’t hunt alone.

I’m not— what’s happening? I don’t get it. )

He stands in the kitchen with a knife in his hand. It’s a warning and a wager: I’m willing to bet these stars can change. He stands and smiles and draws the line: this is where I kill you for your secrets, and this is where I let it go. In his mind’s eye, he flicks the blade and watches close for where it lands.

(Wind’s shifted.)

One for glory. Two for grace. Three for blood and four for bone. Five to fly and six to fall. Adrian throws the dice.

That’s how it is, honey. I don’t like it either but I have to see this through.

(You can’t fight the whole world, kid. What are you gonna do when you have to take a life?

Maybe I won't have to.

And if you do?)

Bone shards reach skyward through his empty eyes; he breathes dust and oil and fuck, don’t let this—he’s okay, he’s okay, it’s gonna be fine — oh Adrian, honey, what have you done?

Same thing I always do, sweetheart: ride the updraft. He whispers thick wet secrets in your ear. It’ll be alright.

(Besides. What would Liz say if I let you do this on your own? Let an old man be selfish. Don’t make me disappoint my little girl.)

I need to put this right. Damn kid thinks he can handle this, but it’s gonna take more than a few webs and some smartass comments. I don’t want him to carry that weight.

Once upon a time, a man walked away from a black-market empire. He took his wings and left his crew earthbound, hungering after that last big job that would’ve made all their dreams come true, that would’ve weighed down their pockets for the rest of their lives. But the thing is,

(It’s like riding a bike)

hunger has a way of driving men mad.

Time to go hunting.

[icravebooks]

Yoonseon era

Summary: spending with yoongi was not on agenda but it seems like the more you try to run away from him, the more he runs towards you. Having a meal with yoongi is surprisingly more educating than you would expect it to be however when your answer seem to put some lives on line you are not sure if you should be scared or be nervous.

Warnings:none as of now would probably have more of it when the story proceeds, will probably have smut because why not, angst yes maybe, fluff oh Hella dozen of it, soft yoongi yes that's a Warning because I know most of us are gonna end up being delulu because of it, will contain death and a few more darker scenes in the near future, I swear I will try to keep the theme light for this one.

This specific chapter has mention of gore not much but brief, intended mention of death. That would be it and a glimpse of caring yoongi.

Word count: 3.4k

Side note: i kinda did some heavy editing and sorry for not uploading on the schedule date, i happen to mess up when given a deadline also I actually kinda rewrote the coming chapters so anything you are gonna see is heavily edited. The story was about 2k words but I felt it was lacking which lead to the whole two weeks haitus, i apologise for that also, expect to see two more chapters of this series by tonight and I am also going to update troubled paradise part three today, for anyone who is reading that please look up to it.

I probably will be uploading the other new series I was about start which is an ot7.

So yay! Happy reading

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Life and death are said to be like two different sides of the same coin. But is that really an accurate description, if life and death were the same thing then shouldn't have death not scared people ? Perhaps it is rather accurate to say that life and death is a vicous circle you must enter death to be reborn as energy again in what form may not be a concern because being back to life might be the only ..

. "Why aren't you eating?" Yoongi's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you looked up at him blinking your eyes trying to recollect what he was talking about, ofcourse he wasn't talking about your whole life and death theory, you had to make your brain register what he was saying or rather what his question was.

"do you not like the food?" He questioned raising a brow reminding your still a little hazy brain about what he intended to talk about, not wanting to give him another reason to have an opinion about you,  you shook your head keeping your lips pressed in a straight line, your mind contemplating if you should let out the real details to him or not, your eyes were fixed on the thing that was the very cause you went into that reviere of yours in the first place. Your eyes glaring dagger at the wooden chopsticks that was the reason of all your trouble.

But you didn't had much choice, one way or the other you had to let those words out so you closed your eyes drawing in a deep breathe, face feeling a little too hot because of the very much obvious stare.

"I don't know how to use chopsticks."

There you said it,

eyes not moving from the object at fault as You confessed, feeling a little ashamed even though you were not sure why, it shouldn't be an embarrassment to you, you never thought of it that way ever before but what was it about this handsome cat- no human stranger, damn him for being hot.

"do people not use them in your time ?" He asked after a long moment of silence, you were a little dumbfound because you mind was currently in the gutter admiring the man in front of you, yoongi's head was slightly tilted raw emotions expressing clear curiosity available in his eyes, his words drew you out once again making you chuckle heartily a warm sensation igniting in your sense something that made you want to squeeze him, god  how cute he sounded like a 5 years old trying to know all the mysterious this universe seemed to Carry.

"They do, well not everyone, the part I grew up in and have lived in doesn't uses chopsticks." You clarified making him mouth out an oh, he nodded his head before looking back at you. Your heart skipping a beat because how utterly foolish you were to feel weird things just at the very eyes contact, a whole zoo was released in your stomach when He grabbed your hand and held in positioning the chopsticks correctly in between your fingers and showing you how to use them.

It was simple gesture , a simple touch and yet it all seem to drive you on the verge, your mind paying way too much attention to the warmth his hands were  radiating or just how rough they were not soft like most would expect but rather the kind of hard working rough, you once watched a movie which had a particular scene where the heroine's father rejected the guy and when the girl asked why he said that when he shook hands with the hero his hands were soft, 'those are not the hands of a man who knows responsibilities'.

It had stricken you a little more than it should have although you knew that was a vintager classic movie but still look how you actually found that advice worthy.

you thanked him once he withdrew his hand, personally disliking it to some point but logically thankful because atleast your brain was functioning properly now, yoongi proceeded with his own food waving your thanks with a simple nod, finding it somehow embrassing and not wanting to get your face anymore warmer You tried to bring the food close to your mouth using the chopstick only for it to fall back down making you pout as you glare at the wasted food. Your competitive side rearing it's head had You again taking some more of it bring it close to your mouth for it to again fall down and make you whine in frustration.

Yoongi who was silently Watching you broke out into hysterical silent laughter, his shoulders shaking as he laughed at your expense making you glare at him while pouted ashamed. "It's not even funny." You stated looking at him with wide eyes , your own lips twitched seeing him laugh like that, there was something so pure about him laughing his heart out that even the slightest bit of embarrassment you had felt was gone.

If his closeness had stole your breathe away the moment he flashed you that gummy smile of his you were sure your heart toppled down some. A blush coated your cheeks as he calmed down and went back to eating leaving your mind buzzing with thoughts, you were sure now you were attracted to him not just simply attracted it was not a crush type of thing but there was something hypnotic about him. Something you couldn't seem to find an antidote too.

You tried your best to keep yourself from saying anything through out the whole time you guys were eating cause you clearly weren't ready to destroy the serene you felt in that silence that engulfed you both.

Finally when you were done and were about to leave yoongi stopped you and suggested taking a walk in his garden, you were quite surprised to learn that he takes care of the garden by himself and some how being there felt as if seeing parts of him, he didn't shared with the world. It made a sense of stupid pride rise something about knowing him somehow better, it was pure nuisance but it seem to matter to your soul and God you really thought that maybe it had to do with all the villan loving stories you read.

You were watching the small rose plants and some other flower that you found adorable, a smile graced your lips as you bend down to observe them from near. It was better to be mesmerized by the view than to pay attention to the man beside you, there was a knot in your stomach with how much nervous you were about this whole conversation, Yoongi cleared his throat drawing your attention towards him, you were hesitant not really sure what to expect, maybe you weren't the only one feeling that way because yoongi seemed a lot more unsure than you, your eyes had somehow courage to look at him meanwhile he looked anywhere but not towards you.

"You might be wondering why I am keeping you here." He voiced out making you press your lips together into a thin line while you clawed at your hand trying to control your nerves, your stomach dropping when the serious in his voice got registered in your brain, this was insane but you found even this behaviour of his hot. you stood straight giving him a nod in affirmation, not sure if you could trust yours mouth to form words when it felt so heavy to even move your lips. Yoongi had voiced one of your biggest questions and God did you want to know the answer?, hell yes but were you partially scared yup definitely.

"I want you.." he trailed off, your whole world stopped for a second, your heart restarted and had it been a comedy show of something you were sure there would have been the sound of a computer shutting off in the background. Finally when your brain restarted and you registered his words your eyes widen thinking you might have heard him wrong, do people back in time also said things like these to just anyone?,isn't it like weird that those words sound so foreign, you have never had sexual experience not that you didn't know what all happened, you knew far more well thanks to all the wattpad and books you read. But hearing someone who you have no idea how made your heart race made your stomach tie into knots, your thoughts were cut sort when he continued.

"I want you to teach me about your world." He declared making your mouth slightly fall agape both in disappointment and disbelief at the same time while you were sure your face was red. You wanted to slap yourself for feeling disappointed, damn this was getting out of hand but you didn't had time to think about that, he had made a request to you that was what required your attention at the moment, your stupid thoughts could wait.

"Sure." You answered as you cocked your head to the side and gave him a tight lip smile secretly you were praying for him to not see just how red you were, if he did see it and find you weird he didn't say it or show it, his face was relaxed not really happy but there was something about his feature. He looked almost blank as if he had no emotions within him but then again you clearly remember how his face lit up when you guys were eating or when you had made a complete fool of yourself with the chopsticks incident. You hoped you could find a crack in his hard exterior but he had expert it in years while you were too lousy to break through so quick.

This made you wonder, did he really was bad like you have heard from everyone within a day. You weren't quick to judge, you didn't liked being judgmental about anyone. You were a person who would rather try to defend someone from people's judgment and this had you thinking that maybe he wasn't how people thought he was. There was a lot more you had to hear about him,. Maybe it the effect of all the books you have read but you wanted to know him personally, you wanted to see what those eyes were hiding, you wanted to see that smile of his again. It was going to be a hard journey but you were going to get there.

The maids were not quite open for discussion about this very person but you knew you could get them to speak all you needed was to get a little close with them first.

"Then I will be leaving." He declared a little awkward and you realised you spaced out again giving him the impression that this all was awkward, well it was supposed to be awkward but all you felt was comfort. You just nodded your head in agreement really not knowing what to say at this moment and he turned around had taken few steps away from you when a particular thing came to your mind.

"Yoongi wait!" You exclaimed trying to rush towards him to catch up with him, your voice made him turn around right at same time when you managed to trip once again over the dress and would have landed face first if it wasn't for Yoongi's quick reflexes.

He was quick to grab you by your forearm steadying you and saving you from the fall as your eyes met his, you could hear your heart drumming at the very cliche moment that would have made you cringe had it not been this particular man saving your ass from farther embarrassment. You swear you heart was in your throat, you had to stop yourself from awing at how beautiful he was from up close.

"Are you always this clumsy?" He teased with an amused smile dancing on his lips making you frown as all those notorious thoughts turned into annoyance and a pinch of embarrassment along. You bit your inner cheek stop yourself from saying something that would not be nice enough, you were sure you could beat a tomato at being red in this moment, a little stubborn to admit his accusation was correct you huffed glaring at him.

"I am not clumsy it's the stupid dress." You blamed as you pulled away from him and took a step back stomping your feet like a little kid in annoyance, the fact that an amused smile kept playing on his lips at your distress wasn't helping in bringing your anger fit down.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" You accused while jabbing a finger at his chest making him chuckle while you pouted crossing your arms, clearly too stupid of overcome with anger to realise just how many boundaries you were crossing by behaving the way you were behaving. However your mind was to messed up and you were a little too pissed by his teasing comments that you didn't think of any possible reasoning.

"do you even know how much of a pain this very clothing is?, gosh I had been tripping ever since the morning and not just that what was her name... .yeah Ms. Shin she wouldn't even let me walk a step without nagging about how my way of walking is not lady like how I shouldn't hunch up my dress, how it is inappropriate to walk like that ..this that .." you were ranting out complaining frustrated as you paced around infront of him.

Yoongi just stood there watching you make faces as you threw your hands in the air and continued talking, if he was smiling before he was grinning by now. You were interesting according to him, he had never felt this way before, he hasn't even smiled like this ever before. "Honestly.." you started coming to a stop infront of him and giving him an assessing look, he felt his heart skip a bit when he saw how you smiled mischievously once the wheels inside your head stop turning.

"Can you just do me a favor?" You requested him , your eyes turned shiny and you gave him your most innocent look, he raised an eyebrow moving back slightly while he eyed you with suspicion and gave you a hesitant nod of his head. "Could you just please tell the maids to not be so damn stubborn, i told them I didn't needed their help but they literally forced me to get nake-" you stopped as you realised that wasn't appropriate kind of information to share but how else were you supposed to tell him what happened the very  morning.

You hesitantly looked up to his face to see his cheeks were tainted a slight pink and his lips were pressed in a straight line as he looked at something behind you clearing avoiding meeting your eyes, you cleared your throat hopping it  would also some how clear the awkward tension that has been caused by the slip of your tongue.

"all i am trying to say is that the maids are way to uptight and won't let me be, and also I know how to do things for myself so it's quite weird for me when they insist on helping." You completed rubbing the back of your neck as you sighed bitting your lower lip, "they are doing their job, I pay them for doing the very same thing you aforementioned." Yoongi quipped and suddenly you weren't exactly interested in being nice to him, feeling a little more pissed by his cocky statement had it been not your life on line you would have probably tried choking him for this but that wasn't a suitable option so you settled for glaring at him instead, while you scoffed.

"I gather well what you mean but I certainly am not ready to 'act' like how lady are supposed to be like, so I would be really be grateful to you if you instruct them to not be so extremely obligated to count every breathe i take." You added trying to make it sound a little gentle but you were so close to snapping that you were sure your words were anything but gentle and it wasn't like you could be blamed, trying making someone stand in your show and then say you were wrong if someone still did say you were wrong they were clearly lying.

"What will I gain by doing so?" He suddenly blurted out making you blink, your opened your mouth to say something but lacked words so just closed it back. He smirked at your speechless state leaning down suddenly making you look at him with wide eyes while you tried to step up only to be pulled towards him by his hand that snaked towards your back. Okay, he needs to be careful of what he wants to bring in on himself because you as hell were minutes away from losing your mind and doing some inane things to him, you had to try thinking this wasn't helping, yoongi wasn't helping.

"You are a king aren't you supposed to be generous?" You tried to reason meanwhile you wiggled a little in his hold taking a little step back  trying to maintain distance between you both by placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away. God his smell drove you crazy and clearly you didn't wanted to be drunk on hormones that would probably end up making you lose some important card of yours.

He scoffed as his eyes traveled towards your lips making you gulp while you bit the inside of your cheek, he shouldn't be playing you like this, you weren't sure if you wanted to punch him or kiss him, this was so weird. "Don't you know by now what type of a king i am?" He shot back while his dark eyes searched your face, you were trying your best to keep your gaze on either his Chin or his nose definitely avoiding his eyes.

Your body was already heating up, not just that the heat radiating from him wasn't helping at all, "what do you want from me?" You voiced out finally gaining the courage to met his eyes only regretting when you found him already looking at you with such intensity that made your toes curled. You cursed inside your head, his face was enchanting the more you looked the more that scar made your hands itch.

You wanted to see how it would feel beneath your finger tips, many thoughts clouding your mind as you started to imagine various scenes that were high inappropriate. "I do not know right now but I will need a promise from you that you would grant it when i ask of you so." He conditioned making your mouth fall slightly agape as you gave it a thought, you didn't miss how his eyes fell to your lips or how his hold tighten around you slightly.

"Okay ..you have my words." You stated a little hesitant as you closed your eyes, your voice came out breathy as you were mentally trying to think about anything else other than how close you both were, realizing seconds later that this just seemed even more like you were expecting him to kiss you.

"Very well then." You heard his husky voice from somewhere very close, his minty breathe hitting your face and seconds later it was all gone. His warmth, his hold on you all too soon, you stopped yourself from whining at the loss of him as you opened your eyes to see him now at a decent amount of distance from you. He is a tease that's all you could conclude by his behaviour and that stupid smirk of his.

"See you at lunch time then." He stated giving you a slight nod of his head making you hum in response, you just stood there watching him leave, which he did but not before leaving a comment. "You look beautiful in a hanbok." He had said and left rather quickly not giving you much chance to even utter a thank you but you were glad he left cause your couldn't control the stupid smile that spread across your face.

[mlmxreader]

Your God | Corinthian x trans!m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: Corinthian x Transman Reader

“I’ll fuck all those worries right out of your handsome little head”

summary: Corinthian wants you to worship him, he wants you to treat him like a fucking god. 

tws: religious imagery, swearing, licking, biting, choking, teasing, blood, mean!dom 

word count: 1234

MINORS DNI 

Slowly, Corinthian lazily ran his hand up and down your bicep, so fucking tempted to sink his teeth into your skin and to draw blood, so fucking tempted to tear you apart with all three sets of teeth, wanting and needing to feel you fucking come apart for him; to taste your sweat and your blood and your cum on his tongue. To make you whimper and whine and moan his name. He was so fucking tempted. He was so fucking ready, all you had to do was tell him that you were just as tempted; that you wanted him to bite you and to rip your flesh, that you wanted him to tear you apart. He just needed you to say yes, but when you moved to lie on your stomach, he couldn’t stop himself. The sound of ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ by Motley Crue echoed quietly, and you tried your best not to laugh softly at how he always, always, had a mix of that band playing; the next, you knew it would be ‘Shout at the Devil’. That’s when the real fun always began. Always Motley Crue. Then again, whenever you thought about it, there were certain areas where he was just a little bit predictable; he always asked the same questions about what you were or weren’t comfortable with him doing or touching, as he knew that as a transman, sometimes things weren’t always a green light, and he wanted to respect that. Not everything was a green light, and as his boyfriend, he wanted to treat you the best that he could, make you as comfortable and happy as he possibly could. 

He couldn’t stop himself, positioning himself behind you and running his tongue from just above your ass up to the back of your neck, making you shiver and shake as you softly whispered his name. 

“Don’t worry,” Corinthian growled softly. “I’m gonna take good care of you.” 

You swallowed thickly, pressing your hips into the mattress as you did your best not to moan loudly. “Please… don’t be a fucking tease this time.” 

Telling him not to be a tease, not to edge you and to make you squirm and beg for just the simplest of his touches, was like telling a clock to tell the temperature instead of the time; if there was anything that Corinthian loved more than mapping out the intricacies of your body with his tongue, the little details of it that he loved so much, it was fucking teasing you to Hell and back. It was making you squirm and try to fuck yourself on his fingers. He needed you to beg, needed you to plead for him. He wanted to hear you pant his name like a sinner seeking salvation. He wanted to hear your voice go raw and ragged like you had spent the entire night screaming for a Saint to save you. A devil in disguise as always, though, Corinthian would soon enough turn you into his own personal fucking sinner; the one who would do anything for him, the one who would fucking beg and plead for him to touch you, to run his tongue across your skin and to sink his teeth into you. He wanted to corrupt you, he wanted to turn you away from anything that could be seen as good. As holy. 

He needed to know that you were all his, only his, that you would worship him like a god and you would see his words as divine; treat his commands as if they were blessed, sanctified. Treat his body like it was sacred. Deify him and bring him to Sainthood. He needed to break you. He needed to crush you. 

“I’ll fuck all those worried right out of your handsome little head,” he purred, licking a long and slow stripe all the way down, mapping out the little spots and intricate details along your back that made him wish he really was a god. Your god. “You want that, don’t you?”

“What’d I tell you about teasing?” You breathed out, your voice hardly above a whisper, needing him so badly that you couldn’t help but to grind against the mattress beneath you. “Corinthian, please…” 

“C’mon,” he smiled, biting down on your hip and tearing the flesh so softly, letting the blood smear across his lips as he laughed softly. “Tell me everything. Confess everything. Use your words.” 

“I need you to fuck me,” you whimpered. “Please.” 

“I don’t think so,” Corinthian chuckled, putting his forearms either side of your head, trapping you between his body and the mattress as he let his lips gently trace the edge of your ear. “I don’t think you’ve been good enough… do you?” 

“Corinthian,” you growled, pushing back against him, so needy and so desperate already that you could feel your arousal work its way through your veins, a thin sheen of sweat on your skin. “Please.” 

“Beg harder,” he told you. “I need you to confess. C’mon. Tell me how badly you wanna worship me.” 

You could hardly stomach it anymore, wanting to feel his body on yours and to let him wreck you, ruin you, corrupt you; you needed him, and fuck, when he bit down on your ear ever so gently, you couldn’t stop the lewd noise that left you. “Please.” 

“That’s not good enough,” he hissed. “Try again. Try harder - unless you want me to up and leave? Make sure you don’t cum?”

You pressed your forehead into the mattress, wanting to cry as you thought about how much you fucking needed him, fucking wanted to be corrupted by him. To let him wreck your body so that no one else could touch you, so that you belonged entirely to him. “Please, Corinthian.” 

“Please, please, Corinthian,” he mocked, shaking his head and moving his arm just enough so that he could grasp your throat, squeezing it gently as he ran his tongue from your jaw to your temple. “Please, Corinthian - you sound so pathetic.” 

You whimpered, bucking your hips into the mattress as you moaned softly. “You’re my god, Corinthian, I need you - please. I need your cock, please. Please. Please fuck me.” 

“Please, please fuck me,” Corinthian mocked again with a soft laugh, biting your cheek softly. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? You wanna get cock drunk, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t even form the word properly, letting it fall from your mouth like a fucking whine. “Yes, I do.” 

“That’s it,” he praised, once more licking a stripe from your jaw to your temple as he hummed softly. “Now we’re getting somewhere… c’mon, confess everything to your god. Confess everything to me, (y/n).” 

“I want you to fuck my ass,” you started, “and to make me cum until I’m begging you to stop. I want you to fucking use me like a sex toy. I want you to bite me, to make me bleed. Please, Corinthian. Please.” 

“Oh, that’s it,” he grinned, licking his lips and daring to grind his hips against you, just so you could feel his cock against you, making you squirm and ask him to fuck you already. “Look at you, so fucking needy for me. Begging and pleading for it… goddamn. Do you want me to corrupt you?”

“Yes! Please,” you squeezed your eyes tightly shut, whimpering quietly. “Corrupt me, wreck me, ruin me.” 

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Im not done yet but move it thoughts so far (SPOILERS)

I hate this but i'm getting this out of the way right now because i am NOT pointing out every time this happens, but i cannot believe how much unintentional deviantart type shit is in this?? Obviously it's all goofy cartoon gags so it's innocuous in intent but with so many in quick succession it feels like we're checking off boxes here. Kids, there's nothing more cool than drawing characters you like, but if an anonymous stranger ever randomly approaches you asking you to draw "what if ashley was giant haha", THAT'S NO GOOD

One other thing before i get into the individual stages that i thought was weird even back when they released the trailers for this, and i'm being a little fun police about this, is fhat i dont like the implication that this ancient civilization was colonized and converted into a tourist trap. I don't know how i would have fixed this but seeing it all laid out like that is like oh, this feels sucky.

WARIO: I like the callback to smooves in his stage and also that he gets both in and out of trouble by being a massive dick. The new voice......it's gonnna have to grow on me

MONA: Was a little disappointed that she was looking for mermaids instead of like barnacles or something but it's fine, mermaids can be for everyone. Joe is a fucking maniac but i respect him.

THE CRYGORS: really fucking cute. I love the pose mike does when you win. Also, the retroactive cave drawings of each of them are super funny

ORBULON:

W

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4.T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK first of all, i know i said that i wasnt gonna bring this up again but i really really hate the orbulon weight gain thing. Do you know how many of that exact image i have been accosted by before this game was even announced just by googling his name?? TOO MANY. And now all of them are REAL. I feel betrayed.

now that that's out of the way. WHAT!!!!!

I don't know how to feel about the oinker being alive. I'm at a loss. On one hand, it upends everything we know about the oinker. On the other hand, i too have a soul bond with my car

I enjoyed being able to look inside orbulon's brain. I think that is all i ever wanted to do in a wario game.

One thing i think is highly consistent with his old characterization is that he WOULD instantly welcome people worshipping him like a god

THE ORBULON DAD REVEAL. It's like. See I thought we were going to meet him in person and it would be like a big lore thing but this is literally a joke. I'm ok with a joke. I'm ok with a gaff.

I really appreciated all of the slapstick. If orbulon doesn't eat shit on the concrete is it even worth it

This is in a later cutscene but i'm addressing it here, i simultaneously love and hate the fact that orbulon is depicted sleeping on a lounge chair slurping a drink because i literally drew him doing exactly that in the next camping episode. I'm very happy that we are all in agreement that that is a thing he can do. But mark my words i did it first so you gotta act surprised okay

OK one last thing but i really liked rhe chicken rap

ASHLEY: Just your standard garden variety ashley cutscene. Even on vacation red needs a vacation

THE REMIX BUS: this is my favorite cutscene in the game. Super funny, love the chaos as well as seeing each character fooling around and just hanging out, and mike's singing is melodious. This is the peace all true warriors strive for

CRICKET & MANTIS: I think i said "WHAT" out loud like five times during both of these cutscenes. WHAT!!!!!!!!!

KAT & ANA: Similarly, CRACTUS??!!!?! FROM WARIO LAND??!! I enjoy how many random throwbacks this game has. Also, nice to see the return of leo even though i didnt care about him that much. He's alright

JIMMY T: Beautiful as always. 10/10 no notes

Dribblenspitz: I think there is more raw emotion in dribble's "AW, NUTS" than the entire rest of the game. Love their cutscene

Also love that REPORTER KEN is BACK and i guess he wears contacts now good for him. Love the traditional dribblenspitz sci fi shooter boss

[stormxpadme]

for the 100 Smut prompts! “you know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck” for Jean and Logan??

100 NSFW/Smut prompts 97 - "You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” | Jean/Logan

"You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

Logan wasn't being serious, of course not; they'd only just arrived at their accommodations for the week. The first of no less than six business meetings was about to start in Banner's lab in less than an hour, and they hadn't unpacked a single bag yet.

But Christ, the way Jean kept swinging her hips as she was inspecting that little apartment on the top floor of Stark Tower they'd been so graciously given for the week, bending over just that little too low over the beverage refrigerator ... That made it a real challenge to not get down on his knees behind her immediately and have her ride his face until she'd show up at that first conference with Rogers' team all flushed and distracted. Apparently, the prospect of being off-duty at least regarding Mutant High for a couple of days and them accordingly having a few nights all on their own, perfectly suited to catch up with a few more of all the things they'd missed in the last 20 years, was very ... inspiring to Logan's wife. Bottle in hand, she turned around to him slowly, eyeing him from head to toe, also without hurry, one foot braced against the fridge after kicking the latter close in a way that made her firmly trained thigh muscles under her skirt dance deliciously. Holding the bottle against the side of her neck where a delicious sheen of salt was glistening from the scorching August temperatures outside, Jean allowed a lewd smile to curl on her lips when a low growl escaped Logan's lips, his eyes immediately drawn to that spot he felt like sucking on immediately. "You won't," Jean said slowly, not moving an inch from where she was draped against silver shimering chrome, the air increasingly thick with the growing want radiating off of her scantily clad body. "But I think I'm gonna fuck you."

And just like that, Logan's brains checked out for the rest of this fine Monday. By the time, a well known invisible grip around his wrists forced his arms behind his back, he'd already gotten far enough, unbuttoning his plaid shirt, for Jean to lick a hungry stripe of want from between his collarbones down to one bared nipple. A harsh bite was enough admonishment to stop his attempts at freeing himself from her telekinetic assault, half-hearted as they had been. Next, a more playful nibble turned the shallow swelling of growing interest under his jeans into a bulge of raw need, the raging of his instincts in his veins taking over when Jean gracefully dropped on her knees in front of him, ripping his pants open with merely the skill of her tongue and teeth. Within seconds, he was throbbing and heavy in her heavenly mouth, writhing back against the very counter he'd just threatened his lover with, the sharp edges digging into his back in a way he hardly felt, not with Jean's mouth closing around his balls next, harsh pressure drawing a quiet scream from his lips while his rock hard erection leaked first drops of thick white onto his lover's face and hair.

With his urges going entirely haywire within less than a minute thanks to this uncompromising attack, it took him until Jean elbowed his legs apart to realize, that water bottle wasn't the only thing she'd pulled from the damn fridge. Something smooth and wet and fucking cold hit the back of his thighs, the brief shiver on his skin rubbed away by Jean's deft fingertips. Some fruity note hit Logan's nose, a vague throwaway thought letting him know that whatever his lover was rubbing into his quivering flesh next while skillfully swallowing all of his cock down her throat, was probably not the kind of lube recommended by the book. Since it was his own personal doc though, preparing him for what was to come there, he was pretty sure he could trust her and his healing factor to regard that little concern with hardly more than a resigned shrug.

It certainly didn't pique his consciousness any further when the first delicious stretch came, deep and cautious and masterful, going straight for the perfect spot, and the instinctive reaction of his hips to fuck even deeper into Jean's velvety heat was only slowed down by the iron grip of her invisible hands on his thighs. A strangled groan on his lips turned into the sound of her name and then a pleading encouragement as a third finger joined those already lodged deep inside him, those quickly moving digits scissoring just slowly enough for his muscles to catch up on the game. With their tips pressed relentlessly against a certain spot inside, Jean's just as firmly working throat muscles were milking him almost dry before they'd even really gotten started, only another telekinetic manipulation at the base of his pulsating length and around his balls keeping his uncontrollable drive in check. A fourth of those clever intruders loosening his heated muscles finally drew the first of probably quite a number of pleas from his lips, his body shaking from the useless struggle of even his enhanced strength against the ridiculously easy hold of Jean's powers.

The sound seemed to be desperate enough to get through to his lover in spite of Jean's irregulate panting. She let his burning length fall from her mouth after a last wicked swipe of her tongue on the highly sensitive underside and gave his swollen balls another teasing nip before finally backing away, her hand withdrawing slowly and considerately enough to not leave too painful an emptiness behind. With the force of her grip on his arms loosening just enough for a few inches to move, she got up in a smooth motion, that bottle with some fruit dip in one hand and a sizeous toy along with a distinctive set of black leather straps in the other, both of which she must have fished from her traveling bag at some point in the last few minutes while Logan had been busy groaning and trembling with his eyes closed. Her eyes dark with lust, her lips were swollen, shining with the last of traces of his held-back lust. She kissed him just to share that taste with him, her tongue invading his mouth just as uncompromising as her fingers had just done somewhere else. Then a bite so sharp, he tasted copper for a second, drew a turned on scream from his lips. "Bend over. Don't make me ask twice," she warned him, her eyes narrowing, when he didn't react immediately, his natural dominant instincts acting up for the smallest of moments. "That is, unless you want me to fill you up with a bowl of ice cubes after I fucked you raw and make you hold that all in without a plug while we feed Stark's ego down there."

Knowing from embarrassing experience, his lover was more than capable of going through with such a threat, Logan used the little give she was granting him to follow that rasped order. Sweat dripping in his eyes, his chest heaving in agitation, he could only suspect how his hot-blooded lover was looking right now, from the sound of clasps and leather on metal, a few seconds almost feeling like an eternity with his body so close to the edge. A sound almost akin to a sob escaped him at the sensation of something thick and more solid breaking through his loose opening at last, slowly enough at that first tentative movement until he thrust back against that intrusion mindlessly

A heavy, mutation-enhanced arm leaning on his back robbed him of his ability to move much once more as Jean chuckled softly, fondly at his eagerness. Again that relentless grip around his oversensitive balls, then a first harsh thrust elicited a yelp from his dry lips, and that was the last he consciously knew for a while. The world drowning in a blur of pressure, clenching muscles, oversensitive tissue relentlessly pounded, more and more of precum staining the front of that counter he was pressed against, all he knew was the closeness of the only person he trusted enough to let himself fall like that, helpless to her every movement, the last remnants of unease from a time he could never have been sure if Jean's demon wouldn't make that a painful one long forgotten, with Dark Phoenix long banned into the underworld. All remaining between them since his lover's last and final rebirth was everything they felt for each other and could cause in each other, both in body and mind, and there had not been a second ever since Logan had ever regretted giving himself over completely to his lover, no matter in which regard.

They made it to the meeting in the end with no more than two minutes of extra time but Logan decided, the little interlude for relaxing before two hours or so of prententious shittalking had been more than worth the dirty grin twitching under Stark's moustache.

[romanticsims]

hi love! i legit just found your page yet i'm absolutely BLOWN AWAY by your edits, oh my gosh :O i love the gif you posted about your editing process and i was wondering if you'd be willing to post the different pictures in it side by side so i could more easily see the process? if that's too tedious that's totally okay and i completely understand :) thank you for reading dear, have a great day!! <3 (the post i'm talking about is post/683152127057641473)

Hello anon!

Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m so happy you like my edits and are interested in the process (truly my favorite thing to talk about)

I’m gonna number each part of the process, I tend to save a picture after I think I made significant enough changes and then continue so idk how organized this will be but I’ll happily upload a progress video of another edit if you or others are interested! Also for reference, I edit mostly in Procreate

1. Picture one is the render fresh from Blender! I immediately notice clipping issues I wanna fix and elements from the Sims that didn’t translate well into blender (like her nose and lip presets)

2. This shot is after I brought it into Photoshop and used my basic actions (topaz clean, smart sharpen, and camera raw filter). This is also where I separate the subject from the background for easy editing, and blur the background (I usually use tilt and field blur, I also added motion to this one since she’s in a bustling city)

3. I’m in Procreate now and use the start (and early motivation and excitement) to get the fixing work done. Smoothing the harsh lines of the clipping with the smudge tool and parts of her face that don’t look right with Liquify

4. The fun parts begin and I get started on drawing the hair (I also smudge the hair underneath to blend better with the hair I draw on) and begin pulling colors from her skin and drawing on top of them with a noise brush for texture. I made some adjustments to the background and the lighting as well since I was focusing on the skin and wanted the lighting just right

5. This was when the skin got FUN because I added the blushing and started really going ham on the cheek bones and her freckles. Fixed her features some more with liquify and really made sure the hair blended with the background as I drew a lot of it in myself. (At this point in the process I was both so in love with her and so fucking tired I knew I should stop before I went too far lol)

6. And then the final adjustments were made! I use Curves at the start, then I move on to using a Gradient Map to adjust contrast, and my favorite parts are using blurs and Ambient Occlusion to really make everything blend seamlessly. I love adding fog to my shots, it blends the subject with the background and really adds a more natural touch to the setting. I color the fog to match the mood, in this case a very desaturated blue. Final touch is sharpening the image and adding noise for that real picture effect I love. (Both the background and the subject get different levels of noise as well)

I don’t know for sure but I believe the time it took to finish her took about 5 hours total, and I hope this gives some insight into what I do! I’d be happy to answer any more editing questions, it’s truly my favorite part! Thank you again for reaching out and I hope you have the best day too! You definitely made mine ☺️