#i am going to have to practice drawing. so many babies for these two babies.

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Little Vaeh and Cari doodle :DD

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CherryCheolie : Svt

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your heart is racing in your chest from the effort of wiggling down against Seungcheol’s thigh, and you can’t believe this is how he wants you to cum- but now that you think of it, this is definitely something Cheol would do. He has something to prove- everyone who fucks you on cam does. What says ‘I know cam baby best’ better than making you cum practically untouched? And fully clothed at that?

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“Are you sure we should be doing this?” you ask, allowing Seungcheol to draw you closer to where he’s seated at the foot of his bed.

The leader of Seventeen offers you a small smile, thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand as he pulls you to be standing between his beautifully muscular thighs. “Of course we should be doing this.”

“I just mean-” you lick your lips, moving to stradle Seungcheol on the edge of the mattress, “there’s like… a lot of members home right now.”

Seungcheol simply shrugs. “They won’t care.”

“And yet, Mingyu wanted me when he had the dorms to himself, and even then, Jeonghan came to knock on the door.”

“I’m not Mingyu,” he says, reaching to cup your face, warm fingers gentle against the back of your neck. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up again. “Trust me, they’re not going to interrupt this.”

“Because you’re the big scary leader?” you tease, smoothing your hands along Seungcheol’s broad shoulders.

He simply grins, giving you a quick little nod. “Uh huh.” 

“Before we start…” you grind down on his lap, “do you need to confess any undying love for me?”

“Hmm?” He’s obviously very distracted, the hand on your hip urging you to continue moving, your clothed core dragging across his cock.

“It’s just-” you lean forward, the tip of your nose touching his as you stare into his pretty brown eyes, “the last two guys I did a cam room with were very verbal about how much they like me- and I was just thinking, seeing as you’re someone that your members have pointed out as being… enthralled by me- I figured you might want to comment on that.” 

“Does my little cam baby need some praise before we start?” Seungcheol’s easy smile returns, and you can feel your panties getting wetter by the second.

“I think cam baby needs CherryCheolie to address comments made by user Tigerprince- something about you being in love with me?” 

“User Tigerprince needs to keep his mouth shut.”

“And you need to answer my questions-” you tut, moving your mouth to Seungcheol’s neck, where you press a soft kiss that has him shivering beneath you. “Always so avoidant.”

He lets out a deep sigh, the hands on your waist applying pressure to make you stop grinding on him, and you realize he’s about to get serious.

“So what if I am?” Seungcheol asks. “Even just a little.”

His honesty makes your throat tight. 

Sure, Mingyu had admitted he might have some feelings, but he’d keep them to himself, and Yunho had told you of something that sounded like a crush- but this is another level, and you’re not quite certain what to make of it. 

You’d never expected Cheol to admit to his feelings for you- that had not been your true intention when asking him about it-

What had been your intention?

You’re not so sure- 

Part of you had sort of hoped he’d down play it, the way so many of your idol lovers do. 

But part of you had also been longing for this. Despite the type of men you’ve fucked around with on camera since your haitus, you definitely have a thing for daddy dom types. 

You’d found yourself picking favourites when you first started your show, with NCT’s Johnny and Got7’s Jinyoung catching your eye- Seungcheol feels like a good balance between them. He has Johnny’s softness, with Jinyoung’s stern dom energy-

“Baby?” Seungcheol pushes gently at your hips, forcing you to pull away from his neck, giving distance so your eyes can meet.

“Sorry, I was just-” you give your head a small shake. You shouldn’t be thinking about past lovers while with Seungcheol- although, you’re not confident Johnny would be put in the category of past lovers- “I wasn’t expecting that response.”

Seungcheol tenses underneath you. “Mingyu did warn me you’re a bit of a heart breaker, baby.” 

“I’m sorry-”

He cups your face, shaking his head. “Don’t apologize,” he tells you, “you’ve got a lot going on- I can imagine that doing what you do… makes things like love a little complicated.” 

He’s so right. 

“Let’s just… pretend I never said anything, and we can talk about it another time, okay?” Seungcheol sounds so sincere, and it makes your heart clench in your chest.

You nod, leaning into the large hand still cupping your cheek. His thumb brushes gently across your skin, a reassuring motion, and you find yourself looking at his lips again.

“Should we start a cam room now, or…”

“Cheol,” you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, “just shut up and kiss me.”

“I can do that,” he grins, gaze flickering down to your mouth. He gives you a moment to change your mind before slowly leaning in.

It’s a gentle kiss- something you’d not really expected from the ‘scary leader of seventeen.’ His lips are soft, but the hands that grab at your hips are not. 

You’re quick to deepen things, swiping your tongue against his lower lip and earning yourself a groan. The sound goes straight to your core, and you kiss him harder, grinding down on his lap-

Seungcheol matches your passion, and in one quick motion he flips you so your back is pressed to the mattress, hips slotting between your legs to pin you against his bed. 

You release a moan of pleasure, enjoying the tempo change. You smooth a hand through Seungcheol’s dark hair, gently scraping your nails against his scalp-

A shiver runs through his body and it makes you giggle against his lips. Seungcheol presses down against you in retaliation, grabbing your hand to pin it above your head. His mouth moves to your neck. “Stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” you insist, although it’s a partial lie. “I’m just- I’m thinking that if my nails made you shiver- what’s gonna happen when you cum?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he toys, grinding down against your core. “Actually…” he clears his throat, “I’m interested in what happens when you cum.”

“Oh yeah? Watching me cum with Jeonghan and Gyu wasn’t enough?” You know you’re playing with fire when you add, “or how about last week when I was with Yunho?”

Shockingly, Seungcheol actually smiles, pulling away from your throat to look down at you.

He considers you for a moment. “You know,” Seungcheol cocks his head, “I’ve heard that sometimes - for the right daddy dom - our little cam baby actually enjoys being made to squirt.” 

Your mouth goes dry and you have to lick your lips to wet them, blinking up at Seungcheol.

“Do you-” you want to ask where he’d heard that, but instead, the words that come out of your mouth end up being; “Do you think you’re the right daddy dom?” 

“Open your cam room and I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” There’s a glint in his eye that tells you he’s not going to drop this - that he’s intent on following through - and your pussy throbs at the notion. 

You haven’t squirted in a while- not since the night before NCT went on tour- when Johnny - or as Cheol would say, ‘the right daddy dom’ - had taken care of you last. 

Seungcheol gives you space to lift up your hips, slipping your hand under your ass to pull your phone from your back pocket. A few quick swipes and you’re opening a cam room. “Do you want to hold it or-”

“No one else has bothered to hold the camera when you cum for the first time,” Seungcheol muses. You hadn’t realized he’d been paying this much attention during your last two shows. 

The leader of seventeen plucks your phone out of your fingers and tosses it onto the bed next to you, then he’s pinning you again, recapturing the hand he’d let free to open the room. 

“I’ve got something I want to try with you,” he says.

“Like…” you lower your voice to a whisper, “other than squirting?” 

He laughs, shaking his head at you. “Yes,” Seungcheol grabs your free wrist and now both of your hands are pinned above you, “other than squirting,” he confirms. “Was thinking how nice it would be to press my thigh between those pretty legs of yours and have you ride it till you cum… before I touch you properly.”

A tingle of energy runs through your body and you blink up at the gorgeous idol. “You want me to cum like this?”

He nods.

“Fully clothed?” you question, earning another grin from Cheol. “Without you touching me at all?”

“I mean… you have my thigh.” As if to prove his point, he presses it up between your legs, applying pressure to your core. “And if it makes you feel any better,” he leans in, letting his lips ghost past your ear, “I’ll be whispering dirty nothings to help you get there too.” 

“You will?” You roll your hips, pushing up against the hand still pinning your wrists to the bed. 

“Of course, baby,” Seungcheol’s breath teases the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“You’re lucky-” you stifle a moan, “lucky I’m already super turned on.”

“Is it really just luck?” The tip of his nose brushes past your cheek bone, and his teeth gently bite at your earlobe. “I could have had your pants off the moment we got into my room, but I didn’t- it’s a little something I like to call foreplay, baby.” 

“Sure it is,” you groan, doing your best to rub yourself against the thigh pressed between your legs. 

“You can doubt me all you want, but this is how it’s going to be, and I’ll just stay on top of you, pinning you down, while you wiggle against me until you cum. Don’t test my patience baby, I’ve got all day.”

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you, Cheol?” you can’t help but smile. “Having me all to yourself for hours-”

“I would,” he admits, “so maybe… maybe when you’re close I’ll pull my thigh away.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me-” you insist, shaking your head. 

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Nuh uh,” you roll your hips harder, the seam of your denim jeans caught against your clit, sending jitters of pleasure through your whole body. “You couldn’t be that mean to me.”

“Maybe you’re right about that,” Seungcheol smiles, letting out a deep sigh as he pushes his leg between your thighs again. “Want to watch you cum- want to hear you moan and whine and beg for it.”

“Cheol-” you whimper, pushing up against the hand still pinning your wrists.

“Would it kill you to call me daddy?” he asks, breath hot as his mouth ghosts over your throat. 

“Daddy-” you correct yourself. You’ve missed the taste of the title on your lips- but you’re not sure if it’s fitting for Cheol yet- for a man you’ve never properly slept with.

“That’s my girl,” he grins, voice smooth like chocolate. “Keep moving those hips of yours, I like watching you work for it.” 

“Please-” 

“Does baby need more pressure?” Seungcheol pushes his leg up between yours again, and you feel his large thigh muscles flexing- 

“Mmm, just like that,” you tell him, closing your eyes and focusing on the way you’re swiveling your hips, chasing an orgasm that feels close and yet very out of reach.

“You sound so pretty for us,” he whispers, “always so pretty.”

His words go straight to your pussy, which throbs around nothing, and you release an annoyed sound of pleasure. 

“I wonder who’s in the camroom already?” Seungcheol says. “Wonder who’s listening to this.”

The idea that you’re being watched always makes you feel some kind of way, and a rush of wetness makes your panties feel even more uncomfortable sticking to your core. 

“Are you going to be our good little cam baby and cum like this?” he asks next. “Gonna cum from my thigh pressed between yours- even with all your clothes on-”

“Mmm- yes daddy,” you whimper, focusing on the movement of your hips and the seam of your jeans that always seems to be in the exact right place- 

“What a dirty little cam baby,” Seungcheol says fondly. 

“I’m your dirty little cam baby,” you confirm, the chord in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter and tighter-

Although one of his hands is fully occupied pinning your wrists down, the other is free to explore you, and Seungcheol shifts a little, fingers teasing over the front of your chest. “I can see those cute nipples of yours through your shirt, baby- are you that turned on by this?” 

“Yes- god,” you groan when he flicks the sensitive bud, and even through fabric, it feels amazing. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum soon-” 

“Don’t hold anything back, baby,” Seungcheol warns you, “we all want to hear it.”

They all want to hear it- 

Your heart is racing in your chest from the effort of wiggling down against Seungcheol’s thigh, and you can’t believe this is how he wants you to cum- but now that you think of it, this is definitely something Cheol would do.

He has something to prove- everyone who fucks you on cam does. What says ‘I know cam baby best’ better than making you cum practically untouched? And fully clothed at that? 

“Cheol-” you say his name as a whisper, and it prompts him to wrap his hand around your throat, pinning you to the bed in two locations while your hips rut manically against his thigh-

“That’s it,” he breathes, watching you, “cum for us.” 

The added pressure on your neck is exactly what you need to reach your high, and a shiver of stimulus runs through your body, hips twitching, clit throbbing-

A strangled sound escapes your lips, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing as your orgasm jitters through you-

“Che-” you’re intent to whine, but Seungcheol’s mouth cuts you off as it presses against your own- and you thank god that at least you can get lost in his lips if not his cock. 

As far as orgasms go, this one had been hard won and not very satisfying- but by the way the man above you lets out a small chuckle mid kiss- you bet he already knows this.

“Daddy-” you groan, wrestling in his grip-

To your surprise, Seungcheol releases your wrists, and your hands fly to the front of his shirt, tugging at the fabric.

“Do you need something?” he asks.

“Need all of this to come off,” you respond.

“Shouldn’t we set up your camera first?” 

You can’t believe he’s toying with you like this- can’t believe he’s right. 

“Just… hurry, please?” you look into his eyes, hoping you won’t need to beg.

Seungcheol pulls off of you, and it almost hurts to let him go. He grabs your phone next, standing up at the foot of the bed and allowing the camera to take in your form.

“You curious about what everyone is saying?” he questions, cocking a brow as he scans the screen in his hands.

“Nuh uh,” you shake your head, “just need you-”

“Well,” Seungcheol can feel his grin widen, “you’re just going to have to wait.”

It’s interesting for him to be on this side of the cam room- to be the one holding your phone, the one with all the power. 

GyuGyu97: wait is she for real still wearing clothes

KingArthurMin: I thought he was joking about that too

Hannie: looks like our cherrycheol is taking his time with her

Thegentleman: who can blame him for that

It’s interesting to see so many of his friends in the chat- it brings up an emotion that Seungcheol can’t quite place his finger on as he sets the phone up on a tripod at the foot of the bed. 

KingArthurMin: I’m getting tired of waiting

KingArthurMin has donated $100

GyuGyu97: that’s because you don’t have any patience

Hannie: and YOU do????

Thegentleman: side eye

Thegentleman has donated $200

Hannie has donated $200

Hansoooool has donated $420

Hannie: jesus vernon

Hansoooool: what

Tigerprince: he says 420 blaze it

Tigerprince: hey cheol… let me in, I just wanna talk

Tigerprince: the way Hannie talked when Gyu let him in last time

Hannie: you should go knock on his door

Thegentleman: yeah hoshi go knock on the door

Tigerprince: you guys are assholes

Tigerprince: we all know that Cheol is gonna beat the shit out of anyone who actually dares knock on his bedroom door-

HeyChannie has donated $200

HeyChannie: grow some balls dude

Tigerprince: who let the kid from nct into chat????

HeyChannie: I might be the kid from nct but at least I’ve fucked our cam baby. What have YOU done with your life?

Tigerprince: horanghae 

Hannie: you know, the kid from nct has a point

“Cheol-” something flies through the air and nearly hits him, causing the leader of Seventeen to bat away the piece of fabric- which he identifies as your shirt. It’s clear you’ve also grown tired of waiting, and his eyes take in your newly exposed torso.

“Impatient girl,” he tuts, pretending to be upset with you although his heart swells with affection. 

“Punish me then,” you respond simply.

Seungcheol feels something like a growl bubbling up in his chest, and with one final scan of the chat, he leaves your phone, coming to join you on the foot of the bed. 

You’re so pretty for him- he could never get enough of you. “Jeans off,” he instructs, reaching out to tug at the bottom of the denim. 

“Aren’t you going to undress me?”

“You’ve already started, so I’ll just watch… unless our cam baby need help?”

You groan, rolling your eyes at him, and Seungcheol can feel his grin widening. He has a thing for bratty behaviour, and every time you give him a push back or do something sassy, he just wants to make you cum even harder.

He knows your first orgasm wasn’t one that blew your mind- he’d never intended for it to be. He’d intended for it to be the kind of high that left your panties ruined, and as you slip your jeans off, he’s very pleased to see he’s been successful.

Seungcheol reaches out a hand, fingers brushing past the smooth skin of your hipbone before curling into the waistband of your underwear. “These need to come off too.”

He watches you slowly take your panties off, balling them in your hand-

“Nuh uh uh,” he tsks, reaching out to grab you before you can throw your underwear across the room, “don’t you know baby? Ruined panties make the perfect gag.”

You’re frozen, eyes searching his own. He, on the other hand, is smug, a warm affection radiating through his chest-

A moment later, Seungcheol watches you lift your ruined pantied to your mouth.

“That’s it, there’s my good girl,” he praises you, watching carefully. “How’s it taste?”

The most you can do is make a sound of affirmation. You’ve kissed men after they’ve eaten you out before, so you’re familiar with your… brand, but this is new. The taste and smell of pussy nearly overwhelm your senses- and for good reason, you’ve cum in this thong once already.

“You look so hot like this-” Seungcheol tells you. “Come sit next to me.” He gently pats the foot of the bed.

You narrow your eyes at him, but with your makeshift gag, you can’t speak a word of protest. 

When you’re where he wants you, Seungcheol reaches his hand between your legs, teasing your inner thighs. “Gonna spread these for us? Or are you feeling shy with cum covered panties in that bratty little mouth of yours?”

God, he makes you so horny it’s insane-

You open your thighs, leaning back so the camera can get a good view of your pussy, as well as Seungcheol’s hand teasing closer and closer to where you need him most.

“Look how pretty you are,” Seungcheol coos, finally brushing his fingers over your clit- touch so gentle you almost don’t feel it. “Imagine how pretty you’ll be once you’re a dripping, needy little mess.”

You moan around your panties, skin electrified with the possibilities of what he’s going to do to you.

He doesn’t bother with starting slow, instead, two fingers easily slip into your hole. You both groan, your head lolling back while Seungcheol begins to toy with you, curling his fingers up expertly-

“There it is,” he grins at the noise you make, “that’s the spot- isn’t it, sweetheart?”

You nod eagerly, knowing exactly what he intends to do. He’d made it clear earlier that he’d want to make you squirt, and now he’s finally about to do just that.

“Look at you, wiggling against my hand- you’re gonna have to stay still for me baby, or I’ll be forced to hold you down again.”

Your pussy throbs around his fingers, and Seungcheol’s grin widens. Then he begins to move his hand, pressing his palm against your clit as his digits work inside of you, repeatedly stimulating your gspot with insane precision. 

The feeling of intense pleasure begins to readiate through your core- and soon, you can even hear your wetness with each pump of his fingers-

“Come on, angel,” Seungcheol coos at you, “be a good girl and squirt all over daddy’s hand.”

At this point, it’s not even something you can truly control. You get lost in the feeling, closing your eyes and simply allowing it to wash over you- 

Warmth spreads through your body, and you feel a rush of wetness between your thighs, which begin to shake and close around Seungcheol’s hand-

“Keep these open,” he warns you, finger fucking you like no one else has in a great long while. 

You moan like a whore around the panties still stuffed in your mouth, doing your best to keep your legs open- but there’s only so much you can take, and soon, your thighs begin to close-

Seungcheol’s fingers slip out of your core, and you take a breath through your nose- only for his hand to come down on your pussy with a wet, sinful slap.

Pain shoots through you, and your core twitches, eyes snapping open as a yelp escapes the sound proofing of your panties.

“Told you to keep these open,” Seungcheol reminds you, digits returning to their snug place inside of you, the tips of his fingers brushing by the spot that has you nearly bucking your hips. “You look like you have something to say,” he grins, reaching his free hand up to pull the panties our of your mouth, “speak.”

“Please-” you whimper, overwhelmed with your need for him-

“Please what?” 

“Fuck me- use me- just- I need something inside of me- something bigger than your fingers-”

“These aren’t enough?” As if to prove his point, Seungcheol thrusts his digits into you again, and another gush of wet squirts out of you and drips loudly onto the floor.

“No- need to be full- want to be full of you- please-” 

“Really?”

“Yes, fuck- daddy, please!” Somehow, even in the midst of your cum delerium, you know he’ll respond to the pet name he’d given himself when you’d started, and you’re almost relieved when he pulls his drenched fingers from your sopping core, giving you a moment of reprieve.

He stands up, tearing off his shirt, and you allow yourself to fall flat on the bed, eager eyes eating him up while you work on catching your breath.

“Bra off, let everyone see you,” Seungcheol instructs.

You begin to pout, wishing he’d take it off of you himself, but all this earns you is a harsh look from your dominant of the night. 

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

You reach under your back to undo the clasp, and soon, you’re both fully nude. However, you’re on camera, whereas Cheol is standing next to the tripod, off screen, hard cock in his hand.

You can tell by the way his eyes flicker around that he’s trying to figure out how to fuck you- and you almost laugh at the way that some idols get cock shy. To be fair, he is an idol leader- he has a reputation to uphold, a company to represent.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

So he’s decided on doggy, as many men have before him. 

You can’t say you’re upset- it’s a good position, one that lets men fuck you deeply, regardless of cock size… although, from what you can see, Seungcheol is quite well endowed. 

“Cheol-” 

“So impatient,” he clicks his tongue before coming to join you on the bed, taking his place at your rear with both hands on your hips to adjust your positioning. “Do you really need it that badly?”

“Need you-” you insist. “Please-”

You feel his cockhead at your enterance, and you let out a shaky breath-

“Relax,” Seungcheol’s warm hand smooths down your back and it helps in calming you down a little- only for him to push into you, stretching out your sensitive hole to accommodate his thick cock. 

“Fuck-” you whimper, grabbing at the bedsheets and closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of finally being filled- it’s exactly what you wanted. 

“You like that?” His large hands are on your hips again, and he tugs you back to meet him as he begins to thrust, finding a slow pace that has your toes curling. 

“So good, Cheol- so good!” you moan loudly.

You’ve fucked big idols before- with Ateez’s Yunho being the last one, and Mingyu before that- but Cheol definitely holds his own. His cock fits perfectly in your wet pussy, and each movement feels like magic.

“Fuck,” he ruts into you faster, “you’re still dripping baby- making a mess of my thighs.”

He’s so hot you could die.

His voice is smooth and confident, thrusts rough and calculated- it would be so easy to get completely lost in him, to give in and forget english all together- why speak when you can be a good, whiney, little whore for him?

Your sounds fill the room- moans slipping out of your mouth, your ass slapping hard against Seungcheol’s front with each thrust-

You don’t care that he has friends in the dorms- they haven’t knocked on the door yet, and you know they probably won’t. Cheol had been right at the start- no one wants to fuck with the big scary leader of Seventeen, especially when he’s balls deep inside of his precious cam baby.

“You feel so good, baby, so perfect-” Seungcheol groans, fingers digging into your hips. 

“I’m close-” you tell him, body spurred on by the cock rearanging your guts and the words of praise leaving his lips. 

“Yeah you are-” He fucks you harder.

“Please-” you whimper, wiggling your hips to meet each thrust, “need you to cum with me- please, I need it so bad!” 

“You need it?” Seungcheol chuckles.

“Yes- I need it,” you insist, “need your cum- please- wanna hear you-”

“You want to hear me?” 

“Cheol- you sound so pretty-” You’ve got no filter right now, all you can think about is getting Seungcheol to cum with you-

He laughs again, but doesn’t push you on the compliment, instead, he fucks you harder, releasing groans and moans that make you want to explode-

“Please-” you beg desperately, so close to the edge you can almost taste it-

“Louder.”

“Please!” you nearly scream, not caring who in the dorms hears you. “Please, Cheol- I’ve been so good, please let me cum-”

The man behind you releases a growl, fucking you as fast and hard as ever- 

“Cum for me.” 

Your whole body tenses on the cusp of pleasure, orgasm slamming into you full force. After being made to cum on his thigh fully clothed, then made to squirt on his fingers- your body has a lot of pent up energy, and you release it all as you cum, gasping and clawing at the bed.

Behind you, Seungcheol lets out moans of his own, and you feel him coating your insides as he continues to fuck you through it-

His hands are solid on your hips, an anchor that keeps you in your body while your skin feels alight with pleasure fire. You can feel him everywhere- your toes curling in an effort to keep you composed even as sinful sounds slip past your lips and fill the room.

“Fuck, fuck- just like that, fuck-” His thrusts are becoming sloppy and you just try to hold on without becoming completely overstimulated- your breath is choppy, from your moans and the way you keep trying to burry your head in the blanket.

Seungcheol sounds so pretty as he rides out your orgasms, and soon, he’s coming to a stop behind you, letting out a deep sigh. 

“Well shit,” he says, hands gently smoothing over your skin, “part of me didn’t want to cum so fast but the noises you make aren’t like anything else I’ve ever heard.” 

You grin against the blanket, mind still fuzzy in your post orgasm bliss.

“You’re out of it, aren’t you, my little cam baby?” he taunts.

“Uh huh.”

“Give me a sec to turn your camera off and then I’ll make it all better, how does that sound?” 

You nod again, giving a small sound of affirmation. 

Seungcheol slips out of your core, and you hear him move off the bed, coming around to the tripod. A second later, your phone is tossed onto the bed next to you, but you still can’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

“Pretty sure the shower is free-” his voice is gentle, as is the hand that glides down your spine. “How do you feel about washing up, then we can watch something?”

You nod, willing to agree to practically anything right now. 

“I’m gonna lift you up so you don’t drip cum on the floor, yeah? Our apartment is probably already pretty covered in cum - I mean, there are thirteen of us here, a black light would ruin our reputation, but- yeah, I’ll carry you.”

He’s so sweet, wrapping you up in his arms, a towel around your body to cover your modesty.

“The hallway is clear,” he tells you, poking his head out to double check before jogging the short distance to the bathroom. 

He acts as if his roommates weren’t just watching him fuck you through a camera. 

He acts as if you’re his little princess, and he’s your protector.

But Seungcheol’s not your protector, and you’re not his little princess, despite the part of you that toys with the notion.

You’re the cam baby, and you belong to no man, no matter how much you might wish to. 

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[elfyelation]

I am on my hands and knees begging for headcanons of Dorian and Astarions (male) a/I being utterly shy and nervous around even the idea of sex, like, they stumble off the WORDING like a new baby fawn

dorian

the very moment he found out about your shyness around the subject he came to realise that he loves nothing more than to tease you and watch you squirm

all he has to do is say one dirty thing or even just mention the word 'sex' and you practically recoil, looking away from him as you stumble on your words with your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red

oh how he adores it

innocent kisses are about as much as he can get off you before you’re coming up with some excuse and running away before things can advance further

although it is reassuring to him to know that sex is not the only thing you want from him, as has been with many of his... tumbles in the past

he was sure you did want him though, even if you were too shy to admit it. how could any man resist him, after all?

you just weren’t ready, still far too shy to the thought, and he was okay with that

he would wait for as long as you needed and he’d certainly be there whenever you were ready to go just a little further

it seemed that baby steps were required with you but he could be patient

the teasing would not stop though, it was far too fun for him to forgo it

and when the time finally came when he was able to work you up to it, he adored you all the more for how you twisted and turned underneath him, trying to hide your flushed and embarrassed face under your arm or by pushing it down into your pillow

"i want to see you, amatus," he'd say as he turned your face towards him with a gentle hand, kissing you softly as if to remind you that you were safe with him and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about

astarion

like dorian, astarion would love to tease you

he’d bring something dirty up in almost every conversation with you just to watch you squirm

he had never seen anyone so shy about sex before

he certainly wasn’t and usually he’d have given up and moved on to someone else by now

but he wanted you

“come on baby boy, i know you want to” his voice would be low, sultry and full of desire

more than just teasing, he’d love to describe all the things he wanted to do to you in great detail

the rest of the party had scolded him time and time again after seeing how uncomfortable it made you

still, he wouldn’t stop

not until he had at least had a taste of you

the camp would be celebrating with a party by the time you would finally begin to buckle under his advances

a little too drunk for your own good

he’d sit beside you, handing you another pitcher of wine, your shoulders bumping together

whispers of sinful things would find their way into your ears as he trailed his fingers up and down your arm

if shadowheart hadn’t been watching with a close eye you were almost sure he would have had his way with you right then and there

instead, he settled for watching you fumble more than usual, face burning red at every foul description that fell from his lips until you finally passed out from the exhaustion of it all, head slumping against his shoulder as he smiled almost too fondly and carefully removed the pitcher from your hand before what was left of the wine could spill over you both

he would never give up though and the next morning when you woke up in his bed he was quick to tease and threaten you with how great of a time the two of you had had the night before

you only blushed and pulled the blankets up to hide your face in panic

oh how he loved this game

“don't worry your pretty little head. nothing happened between us last night, as much as i wish it had.”

your first time together would be a long time coming and he would savour every moment of it, drawing it out for hours until you could do nothing but cry out his name

[joanofexys]

OCs?

random fun facts?

- Merrick and Jude are the first openly queer couple in professional exy. Their team makes it semi-finals and they fully tackle each other and make out on the court

- Florian has a prosthetic solely for stickers. It’s not the one he usually wears but kids tend to be obsessed with it so if he’s doing any sort of press stuff where he knows there will be kids, bam stickered up prosthetic. Many of the stickers come from teammates kids or siblings.

- Emiko almost solely listens to FOB and MCR. Good luck getting her to put on anything else. And if she’s driving you’re listening to her music.

- Angel does have one of Phoebe’s drawings tattooed on him.

- Ilya volunteers at his local shelter. Despite this Ilya and Flor’s first cat doesn’t come from the shelter. She jumps in Flor’s car when he’s leaving the court at night and he has to take her home. Even though he had been telling Ilya he didn’t want a pet.

- Anytime he’s in town and agrees to go to Eden’s with the monsters, Florian has a single drink and promptly naps on Neil or Andrew the entire time. Baby boy is a homebody

- Mara’s favorite animals are turtles. Aquarium dates are the dream.

- Merrick is better with kids than Jude is. Jude’s great with kids but they just flock to Merr.

- Merr’s love language is bullying and a lot of people wonder how the fuck he and Jude ended up together (“why the fuck are you wearing that eyesore at 8 in the morning?”, “sorry I don’t kiss losers” (said as he is letting Jude pull him in a kiss), etc)

- Flor’s favorite song is Helena

- Ilya’s a big of silent films when he needs to stare at a screen and zone out and he manages to get Flor a little bit into them (good for sensory overload)

- Get that boy (Florian) a pair of noise cancelling headphones

- Emiko and Florian are the two who tend to argue the most. They’ll get into full blown screaming matches on the court

- Angel is very sure he’ll never have/never wants to have another kid. Phoebe’s the greatest thing to happen to him but he’d never willing do it all over again

- Jude’s tendency to not realize when people are into him physically or romantically also transfers to his platonic relationships. He is fully unaware of how many friends he has

- Merrick has never lost a game of Clue and Jude refuses to play with him until he figures out how Merr’s cheating

- The US Court has been banned from playing Uno as a form of team bonding

- Florian on bad pain days where he can’t wear his prosthetic still shows up to practices. He sits on the bench in pjs with a blanket and suffers. Stubborn asshole

- Flor plays a game shortly after a breaking wrist. Nobody knows how he got cleared to play. He scored the winning goal and immediately got benched for the next month cause the shakiness in his hand the bruising was not pretty

- Jude collects comic books

- Mara is a Kesha girly

- Florian let Mara pierce his nose at 3 am after they had both had a few shots. He loves it now, but the morning after he had never felt so much dread.

- Harper was on the robotics team in high school

- Emeryk has terrible insomnia. He regularly pulls all nighters and spends most nights on the couch watching a documentary or listening to a podcast

[practical-hearthcraft]

Crafting Your Own Intuitive Spells

Alternative titles: How to Customise Your Own Spells OR The Importance of Learning Magical Theory.

Hi, hello. I want to talk about how you can learn to design your own spells for your specific needs and provide some insight on why magical theory is so important and how we can apply that knowledge. I'm not particularly eloquent, but I really feel this is crucial information for any baby/beginner witches who are looking to deepen their craft and develop their skills further.

As you develop your practice and learn more about what works for you, you might find the spells you come across online don't quite suit your needs. At this point it's vital to have a firm understanding on core theory so that you can develop spells and rituals which resonate with you specifically.

So, how do we do this? To break it down, I'm going to walk you through an example spell I've recently worked on. I'll explain why I chose which components and why, and hopefully, it can spark a conversation and provide some insight. So grab a cup of something warm, and let's get into it!

I'm also tagging @ofdirtandbones, @drinkbooksreadtea, and @spilledmagic13, who commented on my interest post. I hope you guys find this useful!

We're going to work through a popular spell format, a money jar spell.

We all love a jar spell as they don't need a lot of expensive or hard-to-track-down components, and they're great for manifestation spells, but if you want it to be effective, you need to customise it to your needs specifically.

First things first, we need to identify what we want to achieve. On this occasion, I am looking for something powerful but long-lasting. I am performing this for both my dad and husband as they're both facing similar situations at work, and both have the chance to lead to some financial success.

The second thing I need to do is look at my own craft and identify my strengths. Personally, I have strong ties to herbs, plants, and crystals, as I'm very much an earth-element-influenced witch. I also prefer to conduct my spells outside in nature, and I find weather plays into how I channel my intent.

The trick to intuitive spellcasting is marrying the intent to the practitioner. As you will see, many of my choices for this spell are really personal. I think this is often why a lot of the spells, etc, you see online are aimed more at beginner witches. Each witch's craft will be so personal to them as they develop relationships with different plants, crystals, etc, so no two witch's grimoires will ever look the same. A witch who works with celestial aspects may wait for a specific planetary alignment or choose herbs that correspond with The Sun for power and success. A witch more called to the element of water might want to use a specific type of water infused with herbs and (water/salt resistant) crystals.

So, let's get into it!

Most of the time, I tend to follow a particular routine of questions when designing a spell.

Timing: Is the timing of these spells going to be important? Well, I want this to affect careers and wealth, so if I'm working with correspondences in nature, I want to time this during the waxing of the moon to invoke manifestation, growth, abundance and a sense of drawing wealth towards the subjects of the spell. I don't worry about the day of the week as I don't hold any pantheon, and many of the links there are based on the gods. If you are an observer of a particular pantheon, you may wish to call on the aid of a specific deity who will be linked to a particular day, thus influencing the timing of your spell.

Elements: Which elements might we want to use for this spell? As mentioned, I'm very nature based and channeling the elements really helps. Because I want to focus on wealth and material abundance, this is definitely going to be an earthy spell. That means I'm going to use a lot of herbs. Earth is a slow-moving element which will give me the long-lasting effect I want, especially given that it's a jar spell, so I'm going to balance this out with Fire as well. Fire is really good when I want to add some oomph, and its faster nature should hopefully balance out the slower pace of Earth. I don't like my spells to only call on one element as I find it can then be out of balance, and in my experience, that often leads to undesirable outcomes. Fire is a great element for expansion, and conversely, Earth is wonderful for stability, both aspects I want to include.

Foci: What tools do I want to use to help focus my intention? I love using crystals as physical anchors during my spells. I find they really help me keep focus and harness my intent. I also like to reflect on my tarot cards, as this can help me explore different aspects and outcomes of whichever spell I'm working on, which can also help strengthen my intent.

Power: How powerful do I need this spell to be? Is this a little boost I need in some part of my life or are we looking for big changes to be made? Energy = Power here, so if I want significant results that will have long-lasting positive effects, I want to ensure that the spell I cast is a big one. For me that means layering intention and meaning through multiple components. Go big or go home.

Okay, so I've considered my goal, my strengths and personal correspondences, and I've established certain pillars of the spell I want to incorporate. Now we tie it together! This is the fun part.

On this occasion, I decided to set up a bowl outside to burn herbs of my choosing. I would use the time of the fire burning to focus on my intent and hopes for the spell, and then I would collect the ashes into a jar, which I would seal and keep on my altar until I saw the desired outcome.

Choosing herbs will be straightforward for most practitioners. I say most because so much of the herblore available online is based on Western correspondences. If you are a witch practising in the Caribbean, for example, you might find certain plants hold different meanings than if you were working out of Scotland. So, where possible, work with the herb meanings of your culture, and you'll find it much more powerful.

I decided I wanted to work with Bay, Mint, Basil and Cloves. 5 is my lucky number, so I chose 5 leaves/cloves of each. I'm fortunate to have a pretty nice garden, so I also elected to use plants from my own home, specifically because I was trying to direct wealth towards family members, and I felt using herbs grown in my own home would lend strength to that. I also included salt in my bowl. I chose Bay, Mint and Basil as personally all three symbolise wealth, abundance and prosperity to me. I chose Salt and Cloves for protection. I personally always include protective magic in money spells as I have no interest in dirty money coming my way, especially if I'm acting on behalf of loved ones. Salt to me, also holds an aspect of hard work which is a trait held by both targets of this spell so it felt fitting.

As I was going to be burning things and I'm lucky enough to be openly witchy, I got a fire pit and set it up in my garden once the moon had risen in the sky. I use an app for that timing. As much of my craft is rooted in a mixture of English Cunning and Welsh Folk magic, I chose to face North for Earth. Your cardinal directions may differ depending on your practice.

As I added each herb to the bowl, (fireproof, with a bucket of water close by for safety) I called on the property of the plant. I'm not one for chanting or rhyming, but if you are and you find it beneficial, please feel free to say something at this point. Once all components were added, I wrote down my intention for each target of the spell on some paper, wadded them up, and added them to the bowl as well. Then I lit a match and set fire to the contents.

Just a practical note here: fresh herbs don't burn well! So if you're burning something, try to either use dry herbs or you can dry your own fresh herbs in an oven or dehumidifier.

While my fire burned, I held onto some aventurine (for creativity, the release of blockages and good fortune) and the IX of Pentacles for my foci. As I wasn't burning a large amount, the fire didn't burn for too long, but I made sure to really focus on my intent while it burned.

Once the fire was out I carefully collected the ashes into a jar. Again, as a practical measure, I went for a screw-top jar. This is mainly because a money jar needs to be shaken daily, and I don't want to have to worry about ash getting all over my clothes and altar each morning, so I wanted something that would have a good seal. I didn't want to seal with wax; I have found wax seals are better for banishment or containment spells than spells where I need some movement of energy.

Once my jar was filled, I added some pennies, sealed it shut, and placed it on my altar. I had cleansed the jar itself with some incense prior to use, and I'd anointed it with some prosperity oil, so it was all good to go. I shake it daily and have already seen some positive outcomes.

If you've made it to the end of this example, well done, and thank you! I hope this provides some guidance on how you can begin to develop your own spells. If you have any follow-up questions or thoughts, my ask box is always open. If you disagree with any of the above, I'd love to hear from you and learn more about your approach.

[dyushas]

I return two months later with another people standing image but this time it's Younger Character Designs for the Wayfinder Trio, because I don't think they should look exactly the same for four years straight of their adolescence. So this is how I imagine them when Ven had only just arrived in the Land of Departure

Thought-process notes under the cut (mild spoilers ig):

Terra:

-I think Terra is a creature of habit and has been dressing mostly the same since at least puberty, especially since his style is the most like Eraqus' (in my opinion) and I think most people would copy their parents less as they get closer to adulthood instead of more, but what do I know? Idk what I'm even talking about half the time. It's ultimately vibes, I just think that's his brand of autism. But I had to do it at least a little differently to justify the drawing

-Obviously he is like four years younger or something here so he's not as good at things yet or he would've just taken the Mark of Mastery then, so he's got a wrist brace to show he has fucked up his wrist. To show he's still not good at things. I am very intelligent

-I didn't want to draw the full arm piece but I pretend it's because he hasn't worked his way up to handling that much extra weight on one side yet

-I think the red shirt and the patterns look nice so I also did that

-Aqua cut his hair and she isn't that good at it

-I think he's meant to have brown eyes

Aqua:

-She's got so many flowy bits in her canon outfit and I think it probably took her awhile to achieve the kind of control needed for those to not just be a hazard, so at this point she's a younger teen and she isn't there yet, but she can still afford to add a bit of flair

-I was looking at ballet warm-up clothes like those trash bag shorts cause she's got this dancer thing going on

-She and Terra have the same style of shirt because I thought it would be cute and emphasize their closeness as well as the fact that Ven is somewhat of an outsider here at this point

-She has a knee thing. She hurt her knee. She probably fell trying to figure out that fuckass twirl she does sometimes or something

-She cut her own hair but had Terra help with the back. Mistakes were made

-Terra's nails are painted, too, I just drew him with the wrong hand position to show it. The two of them have been the only other kids around for a good while so they hang out when they're supposed to be asleep sometimes to study their keyblade stuff and then get distracted with something silly and joke back and forth, and they paint each other's nails and share clothes sometimes, although this is getting harder cause they're less and less the same size. And then the next day, Eraqus has to tell them off because Aqua is mad Terra's hogging the bathroom and now they're at each other's throats. Just the way it is

Ventus:

-I can write off everyone looking the same in the flashbacks in BBS cause it was a PSP game and they'd already made a lot of new character models so like. I can think "it was just a practicality thing, they probably didn't actually look the same back then" but Ventus also has the same outfit in UX and I pretend I do not see it. There's no way. He needs something else, his skin is sticking to his clothes. It's just not right, it's not ethical, he's only a boy

-I let him keep the waistcoat though cause it feels SO UX era, everyone in that damn game has a little waistcoat and then no one (?) in the console games does. So my thought process is that this one thing is for SURE from tha past and he just keeps wearing it. He's a little vintage

-He has shorts because ummm :P

-Sora had shorts both as a little baby in BBS and a larger baby in KH1, and then as he's been depicted as less kiddish and more teenaged they have him in those cropped pants now. So it's a Sora parallel. Shorts are just the little boys garment

-"But what if his legs get cold?" Well clearly I thought of that

-He has no armor bits because at this point in time he's just been through a lot of trauma and has only just woken up from a mild coma (for him), so he's all kinds of unwell and I don't think he's really doing any proper training yet. Eraqus already kind of babied him in the main story, so he was probably truly swaddled back then. He's dressed for COMFORT

-This meant he also needed different shoes so I drew some. They're not very remarkable

-I gave him a little jacket because I tried drawing him just without one and I didn't like it, he didn't look enough like he spends his days skulking around and looking sad and not getting to hit things with his keyblade, so I gave him something haori-adjacent like it's maybe something Eraqus had lying around and let him wear like how my mom starts putting her jackets on me when she thinks I'm acting sick. But it has black and white checks on the sleeves because I had to put them SOMEWHERE or else it wouldn't be right and every other option I could think of sounded ugly

-I CAN'T EXPLAIN THE LEGWARMERS, I just wanted him to have a unique silhouette that makes him look like he's been sitting the fuck around

-He just has the same hair as he had in UX, which is his original hair but shorter

That's it unless I forgot something in which case you can ask and I may or may not have an answer.

I might also draw Vanitas in this time period even though I'd just give him the same outfit he always has since it's a magic outfit or whatever, but like for the sake of imagining him Small. Vote now on your phones if I should or not so I can disregard it and do whatever I feel like anyway

[mrsfrankadler]

Figuring it out.

jake jensen x f!reader, bucky barnes x f!reader

A/N: LOOK WHAT Y/N’S MESSY ASS DID NOW🤣🤣 she’s all over the place.. lordt. but in her defence, she is in a vulnerable state, things will be normal for her soon. & don’t be afraid to hit up that ask box 💋

Warning: intentional lower case, not in y/n’s pov, angst?, silly little pet names 🙃 ( doll, dollface, baby ), kissing, SMUT ( p in v, praise, no aftercare 😓 ), awkwardness :/

Summary: babygirl is all over the place ( i am bad at summaries ) 🤕. can be read as a standalone but ⬂

pt1 pt2

⋆

the morning after your… unfortunate date with ransom, your alarm wakes you up earlier than usual. the jarring sound of that familiar ringtone reminded you of the obstacle you had to face today.

you were finally going back to work after your - much needed - mental health break.

being in a relationship with syd was hard in itself, but when he finally upped and left, that took a huge toll on your life. you were already affected mentally by the way he treated you when you were together but regardless you stuck around, so when he chose to leave, it just made you feel like shit.

when he noticed the effect of the break-up, jake suggested that you take some time off work to focus on yourself and try to recover, and so you did. but now that time was up.

jake was startled awake by the sounds of you rushing around to get ready, he was going to have to get used to you being awake at this time again.

you hear the floorboards creak as jake slowly steps out of his room, you peek your head out your door to see him in nothing but pajama shorts… who needs boundaries?

“you’re up early, y/n/n…” he points out, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“yeah, jay, i’m back to work today.”

he tries to hide his concern knowing you wouldn’t want him worrying about you but he can’t help the way his eyes widen at your statement. “ah. i remember.”

“yup.”

“huh.”

“so i gotta go jake, love you, i would hug you but you’re basically naked,” he frowns as you kiss him on the cheek, and with a deep breath, you’re out the door.

⋆

when you arrive at work, you make a bee-line straight to your little cubicle, not wanting anybody to ask too many questions about your whereabouts or your mental state.

when you thought you’d made it safe, you sunk into your chair and let out a deep breath. this is not so bad, you thought. until you heard a voice that was all too familiar to you. shit.

“well whaddaya know!” he practically bellowed at your cubicles entrance, “long time no see, dollface.”

luckily there was virtually no one in your vicinity so he didn’t draw to much attention. you let it slide.

you swivelled on your chair to face him, “barnes.”

bucky barnes, though you acted like you hated him, might have been the best part of your days at work. he was always cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh but you could never let him know you really found him amusing or he’d get too cocky.

“so, you were gone… and now you’re back.” he tilted his head with a grin. did he even know where he was going with this conversation? “what’s up with that?”

“yeah, i was. do you need something, barney? i wasn’t even gone that long.” you sighed.

“i missed you calling me that.”

“i didn’t miss your flirting.”

“oh, shit, yeah you have that boyfriend right?” he smirked and you internally groaned, screwing your eyes shut. really barnes?

the two of you stew in awkwardness before you break the silence.

“yeahhh, no. i don’t fuck with him anymore. we broke up.”

bucky’s face dropped. “ohh…” he just stood and scratched the back of his head, “damn.” and you huff out an annoyed sigh, resting your head in your hands on your desk until this idiot pipes up again.

“what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.” he came and sat on your desk.

“he treated me badly pretty much throughout the relationship and then he just dumped me. pretty much out of nowhere.” you just sighed.

“fuck, that’s awful. i’m sorry that happened to you…”

“yeah, thanks.”

“well, do you want a hug.. or something?” he trailed off, expecting to get shot down but;

“yes.”

you had to stand up slightly on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and you rested your head on his warm chest. his big hands smoothed over your back, rubbing up and down to comfort you. you practically melted into his embrace, had you ever even hugged bucky before? shit felt good as fuck.

when you pull away, his hands linger on your waist and your mind starts to wander. why was he being so sweet and comforting? why did he seem genuinely concerned for me? does he actually care about me?

his steel blue eyes looked down at you through droopy lids. is he..?

he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. innocent enough. friendly enough.

he stared for a moment,

and then he ducked his head down to swipe his lips over yours. gently and barely, he kissed you.

“oh.”

“hm, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t-“

you decided to kiss him again, of course, to shut him up, no other reason. you figured you wouldn’t be able to handle the awkwardness that would follow his apology.

‘i’m sorry i kissed you, you’re going through a hard time, i overstepped’ etc, ugh no. if you were going to ruin the current dynamic of this friendship, you were going to get some fun out of it.

to avoid drawing attention, you whispered, “hm, it’s like three minutes till our lunch break and i think i want you to take me to the storage closet...”

if anything could evoke an instant boner from bucky barnes, it would be that sentence right there.

“and what would we do in there?” he smirked raising a brow.

“just shut up and let’s go.”

the two of you subtly made your way round to the storage room and briefly checked your surroundings before going inside. thank fuck there were no cameras around here.

when you had both made your way in, bucky immediately pushed you gently against the wall and started to kiss you again. his desperation was evident in the kiss, you could tell he’d wanted this for a really long time..

“i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” he whispered while trailing wet kisses down the nape of your neck.

all you can do is moan in response because, have you? you weren’t to sure.

he quickly gets to work and bunching your skirt up to your hips and moving your underpants to the side. at a tormentingly slow pace, he begins to rub circles on your clit eliciting a strained whine from you.

“that feel good?” you can practically hear the smirk is evident in his tone, as he dips his middle finger down to your hole to collect your slick, “fuck you’re wet.”

“well, that probably means you should hurry up and fuck me. you know, before we get caught.” you whispered to him.

he chuckles lowly, unbuckling and taking down his pants but his laughter comes to a halt as you begin to push his tip against your clit, silently begging him to get on with it. he smoothed his hands down the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were just about hovering over the head of his dick and resting on the shelf behind you.

“you ready for me, doll?” he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. you nodded, ‘mhm’, and that was all the confirmation he needed to slowly lower you down onto his length, sharply sucking in air.

“awh fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he thrusted upwards into your cunt. “feel so fucking good around me, angel.”

the way he was moaning and whispering praises in your ear had you so wet to the point where he was effortlessly slipping in and out of you. his speed was causing the shelf you were rested on to rattle and shake which was making you both laugh slightly. you could feel him panting hot breath against your neck as he quickly rutted into you and you bit your lip to stifle your moans.

bucky admired you slightly sweaty, half-lidded form, “you’re so beautiful, y/n/n. can you feel what you do to me?”

getting praised and complimented like this was a stark contrast to your relationship with syd. sex with him was always pretty rough and there was never much love there. this felt different. in a good way.

the position that you were in mean that your clit was rubbing right up against his pelvis making it almost impossible to stay quiet.

to avoid finishing to quickly - you assume - he began to slow his pace, meaning he was now grinding into you with slow deep strokes that drove you crazy. you couldn’t help but let out quiet whimpers as you gripped his shoulder.

“you getting close?” he started to kiss on your neck.

“awh shit, bucky, i’m gonna-”

“come on, baby, come on this dick.” he grunted, his thrusts beginning to speed up again, indicating that he was also close. “can feel you squeezing me, just let go.”

“fuck!” you whisper-yelled as you reached your climax.

bucky pulled out of you and finished with a moan shooting his spend onto your inner thigh. breathlessly, he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment. you tapped his bicep,

“come on barney, don’t fall asleep on me now, i got places to be,” you checked your watch, “still got 8 minutes of lunch left.”

he picked you up off the shelf and gently placed you back down on your wobbly feet.

you turned to get a kleenex from the shelf to wipe away his jizz from your thigh and pulled your skirt back down.

“‘kay, fine, bossy. you go out first and i’ll come out five minutes later.” you could hear him redoing his belt buckle.

“okay cool.” you chirped, “um, thanks for… cheering me up, barnes. you are sweet.” you gave him a brief hug before slipping out of the moderately spacious big storage closet.

you inwardly sighed. what the fuckk.

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the rest of your afternoon at work was not very eventful. just the usual shit. answering the occasional phone call, writing emails, counting down the minutes to go home… you didn’t really see much of bucky for the rest of that day but the thought of him didn’t leave your head. you just couldn’t really comprehend what you ( and him ) had done.

you let the flirty fuckboy at work hit it, real classy y/n. what is jake gonna think? you had to tell him, you two told each other everything so it would be wrong to keep this from him. it’s not like he’d be that bothered anyway. why would he care?

…

“YOU WHAT??” who were you trying to kid, you knew he wouldn’t take it well.

you were sat on the living room couch whilst he was frantically pacing living room.

“with that guy? ‘cause i don’t really know about him..,” he paused, “why?”

“hm, i was really horny i guess.” you rubbed your temples, “don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“oh no, hey, there’s nothing wrong with you.” he came and sat by you on the couch, “‘m not judging you. just confused. did you want to sleep with him?”

“i’m not sure jake. i just, i opened up to him a little about syd and, he comforted me and he gave a hug, but it was a weird hug and-“

“hey, hey,” he pulled you into his side and rested his head on top of yours. “i guess you don’t have to know right now. you’ll figure it out at some point.”

you just hummed in response.

“so how was your day, jake?”

he scoffed, “not as eventful as yours.” earning him a playful punch in his arm.

“whatever man.”

“you wanna watch adventure time?”

“yeah, jay.”

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a/n: gollllyyy. i was tired when i wrote this so it’s not that great & im also pretty bad at endings but the middle wasn’t too bad…🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways what do we think. i dont see her going back to bucky and this was her seeking comfort in perhaps the wrong form but, what can you do?

[snows-2am-thoughts]

Dazai Headcanons

I have a few headcanons on how Dazai acted before he came to be in Mori’s care. There are a lot of theories about where Dazai came from and I love most of them honestly. There are so many possibilities about how Dazai came to be and honestly, I need a light novel about it. Unless they’re going to make it important to the plot and it gets revealed in the next arc or sometime later in the manga. 

My favorite theory that I came up with was that Dazai came from a wealthy family. He’s probably the youngest of 2-3 siblings and his parents were the cold and distant but loving type. I like to think that Dazai had a nice family but something happened that pushed him to where he ended up. I am taking inspiration from the protagonist of the No Longer Human book by the irl Dazai Osamu so tread carefully since I will mention some of that stuff. I am trying to keep this one more lighthearted and introspective so some stuff like the se*ual ab*se Ōba Yōzō went through won’t be mentioned. 

Warnings: I talk about ADHD, some implied mental illness along with some trauma because Dazai. All of the warnings that can apply to Dazai should be warned (aka his unaliving tendencies)

Anyways the headcanons

INFANT Dazai (0-1 year old)

Was a quiet baby, never really cried and babbled

It actually worried his parents at first because their other kids made a lot more noise as babies

Only really cried if he got super frustrated when he couldn’t communicate his wants effectively

Did started making noises and saying small words around the 10 month mark

Wasn’t very interested in the baby toys that made noise

Building blocks held his interest a tad bit more but even then he grew out of them fast

TODDLER Dazai (1-3 years old)

Started walking around the 1 year old mark

Still wasn’t a big talker but he would give one or two word answers, he just didn’t feel like any more words were necessary

Would walk and point to things if he could, words once again weren’t necessary

Wasn't very interested in toys the kids his age liked

Did have a small interest in listening to his parents work, mostly because his brain was a sponge soaking up all it could

Taught himself to read around 2.5-3 years old, he would memorize stories that the maids would read to him then open the book himself and memorize the words. Basically he worked backwards to learn to read

With the early reading came the early education once his parents noticed his only interests revolved around his brain

Numbers and the lot came easy after learning the basics

PRESCHOOL Dazai (3-6 years old)

Didn’t really understand people and even more so after starting school and started being around kids his age

He observed and copied the actions of the kids around him to not draw attention to himself (*cough*masking*cough*)

Started to make himself act like more of an outgoing and friendly child even if he didn’t understand why that seemed like the preferred personality that people wanted from children. (aye practice for his future self)

Although he transitioned into his persona slowly as to not raise suspicion of an overnight personality change

Thought that his persona could let him understand people a little more but it made him more confused

He totally gave his teachers so many headaches when he first started school

As I said before, tried to mask and hide his intelligence for a while because he didn’t need any attention on him

This failed as he got way too bored of sorting shapes and numbers but he was already reading at a 16 year old skill level at 6 years old

His teachers tried stimulating his academically until they deemed it was better to just move him up grades

Went from his 6 year old class to a class filled with 9 year olds to test the waters

They had to move him to a 12 year old class only a few days later when he made multiple children cry after a multiplication game

SCHOOL AGE (6-12 years old)

You will have to physically rip ADHD Dazai away from my cold dead hands, I stg (I could do a whole separate headcanon for this because him and Ranpo basically make up AuDHD)

I feel like around his 7-8 year old mark is when he really started going tired around the uninteresting things of life, he’s a severely bored kid who doesn’t understand nor have a will to live

I do think around 10-11 is when he started getting interested in suicide as a coping mechanism for all the intricacies of humanity that he did not understand and the fact he started realizing he didn’t have a reason to live

At this point he’s observed people for so long that the masks he parades around of a cheerful but academically gifted child is concrete and there’s hardly anything that can make him break it

Knows why and how people feel certain emotions or react a certain way to things but he doesn’t understand it, not really

There's an ever bigger disconnect between him and people from when he was small that he starts to think of himself as something other than human

Had a bunch of issues trying to stimulate his brain in a way that would take away his boredom as school couldn’t do it for him

While he couldn’t ever really take away his boredom completely, he would take up new puzzles or games to try and give his brain new things to think about. I’m talking like the 3D crystal puzzles or the puzzles with no edge pieces

Anything that could capture his attention was bought in bulk until he eventually got bored of it again (neurodivergent child)

Started taking university level courses around 11, he probably could’ve taken them sooner but his teachers and parents didn’t want to overload them

[atopvisenyashill]

9, 10, 19, 22 🙃

9. worst part of canon

hmmmmmm. while i will say the lack of dothraki/essosi povs is probably worse narratively, i do at least understand why he chose to build the narrative that way (even tho i think the narrative he’s building ultimately suffers for this choice). dead ladies club just pisses me off. why is everyone dying in childbirth. why is the name of ned’s mom not relevant. why did the oldest dayne have to be a man. why do we have no idea when shaera daena daenaera died. george i’m in your fucking walls.

10. worst part of fanon

again it’s just objectively the insane arya stans or the targnation people bc they make their illiteracy everyone else’s problem and have on more than one occasion dogpiled on random artists for *checks notes* drawing a character with a skin color darker than FFFFFF. does anyone know the story of the butch that got got by the french resistance in wwii for being a nazi, or that one lesbian that was friends with hitler? that’s what these people are and it’s not an ~annoying fandom quirk~ it’s just naked bigotry.

if we’re talking “annoying but not problematic” tbh for MOI it’s the king jon truthers, i just can’t take any of it seriously when he’s denied winterfell and a lordship for himself more than once, doesn’t like leading, and is bad at it when he tries! ntm i just don’t feel like it’s narratively satisfying if one (1) targ ends up winning and the other two die. i need all three of them nowhere near the throne at the ending to be happy!!!!

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

hmmmmm. i definitely didn’t think i’d get so hardcore into parent/child incest when i started this blog i’ll tell you wHat. especially when in my humble opinion people get way too into incest ships and act like they’re oppressed for it ajsjs like idk perhaps that is the destiel shipper in me but i’ve spent so long in fandoms where people would be like “if you can’t see anna/elsa lesbianism you’re homophobic” they’re sisters EYE am not the freak here and that’s fine let your freak flag fly but be REAL aksjsj. and now i’m like “stop yelling at me for saying alicent’s sons want to fuck their mom when i’m right” lol. and also having spent so many years going “why do you guys think jonerys is romantic that’s his AUNT” turns out i can get into targcest when it doesn’t involve dany (bc i just don’t think it adds anything to her story!! what she just uncritically follows in the footsteps of her ancestors and the practice which helped abuse and subjugate women in her family forever and fucks her nephews?? for what for WHY)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

we all know what it is babeeeeee

i also do feel like there’s a distinct lack of smallfolk stans like people will pay lip service but when it actually comes to smallfolk characters it’s all “oh i think davos is boring” “oh i don’t see the point of bringing gendry back into arya’s story” “oh i hate hugh/ulf” “oh robb’s campaign is against a vile evil it’s fine if he marched over some poors” “well mirri murdered a baby so” i’ve even seen “dunk is boring” IS THERE A GAS LEAK IN EVERYONES HOUSES COLLECTIVELY. WHAT HAPPENED TO EAT THE RICH HUH??

[littlegodzilla]

Hiii!! Here I am with another chapter! Our guys left the farm and now they need to find other place where they can be safe and Lori could have her baby. So... let's to see what's happen!

Thanks for reading, the comments and reblogs I'm really happy that you liked the story!

Enjoy this part too!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife/ Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 9.

Masterlist.

Warnings: TWD tense moments and violence. Fluff stuff.

Words: 3.400

Summary: You found the prison, you have a new home, but not everything is so easy.

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Chapter 9. Prison.

You have lost count of how long you have been wandering without stopping for even two seconds to sleep. Lori is getting bigger and bigger, each time the urgency to find a safe place weighs on all of you like a burden. Time is running out on your account.

God, you would have even eaten from that can of dog food Carl found in the last house you unsuccessfully tried to shelter in. Daryl has managed to catch an owl, but it didn't have much meat on it either. You are now standing in your cars, some of them are still running, which is almost like a miracle, Lori is catching her breath, running and walking for a long time is already proving to be a hard task for her.

"I'm gonna see if I can find somethin' else to eat." Daryl says looking at Rick.

"I'm coming with you." He nods with his knife, following the archer.

The rest of you stay behind to secure the perimeter. Carl and Sophia are with Carol and Lori, they're hungry, but hanging on as best they can, as is everyone else. You sigh, picking up your arrows and counting them. You don't have many left, in a little while you should look for new branches and make more, in the last escape you left too many on the way. You grab your knife picking up several branches from the ground and start sharpening the tip of each one.

"I'm hungry..." Sophia murmurs.

"I know, honey, but you have to hang in there for a bit, Daryl and Rick have gone to get more food." Attempts to cheer up her and her mother.

"Can we practice?" she asks again, looking at you.

"Sure, let's aim for those trees over there." You point to some trees near the road.

You don't need to go very far, just a few yards, it's not much but it will keep the kids distracted, at least for the time Rick and Daryl are away. In those months they have improved a lot, both Sophia and Carl, even Carol is more skilled with her own bow, Carl is still more comfortable with the gun his father gave him, but he knows how to defend himself with both, Sophia for her part has perfected the technique and like you, carries a knife in her belt in case she runs out of arrows. They are still children, but they have learned fast and have taken on the role of being one more in the group, their childhood is being left behind, forced to grow up too fast.

"Uh, that was a close one." Sophia protests when her arrow falls a little short of yours.

"That wasn't bad at all." You smile flatteringly to keep her from getting discouraged. Suddenly your arrow flies through the air, you turn and see Daryl and Rick emerge from the trees. "You owe me an arrow." You reproach him and he twists his head, as if it doesn't go with him.

"We bring news." Rick says, gaining everyone's attention. "We've found a place..."

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If at any other time in your life you had been told that the safest place to live was going to be inside a prison, you would have laughed, very hard too. But now, it's as rational as it gets. It won't be easy to get in, Rick explains the plan, how he wants to divide the group to enter and attack the dead. The main idea is to close the gates, occupy the entire garden, at least there with the watchtowers you would have a roof in case the weather in Georgia should change again. Maybe little by little you could try to get in.

You all know your place and your mission. Beth along with Maggie and Lori stand on one side of the fence drawing the attention of the dead. You make a hole so you can enter, Carl and Sophia along with Carol, Glenn, Rick, Daryl and you advance down the outside corridor heading towards the main gates where the front yard you want to occupy is.

"Ready?" Rick asks in a whisper.

You all nod as he opens one of the doors. The first shot is yours. From the position, along with Sophia, you clear the way for Carol and Daryl who run to one of the watchtowers to shoot from there, giving Rick a clear path as he runs to the other door to close it, preventing the Walkers from getting out. Leaving all that space for you.

It is immense, a free place, without danger, you have checked that none of the fences have any holes that you could regret. Nothing. Everything is yours. You are exhausted, but happy, you no longer need to keep running, you can set up camp there, rest at last.

You can't help it but as you enter the safe zone, you drop down on the growing grass, throwing your bow, spreading your legs and arms in a star shape, smiling broadly, laughing. Carl and Sophia mimic you by throwing themselves right next to you, you hear Carol get excited at the amount of space you have and your laughter grows louder. A figure blocks the sun in front of you, you open your eyes to discover Daryl looking down at you from above, head cocked to one side.

"Enjoyin' a sunny day, Majesty?" he jokes raising an eyebrow, stretching a hand toward you.

"You're not going to depress me, not today, Dixon." You joke with him, but accept his hand and let him lift you up. "It's a huge place."

"And it's all ours...come on, we still have to move the bodies out of the way."

You accept his orders, you're in too good a mood for some zombie bodies to dampen your spirits. Together you pile up the bodies, bring the cars and the rest of your supplies into the same place, manage to unlock the main doors so you can close the corridor and the door to the courtyard. Again you have that feeling of calm surrounding you. It is true that from afar you can still hear the panting and grunting of the rest of the Walkers in the place, but Rick already seems to be looking for a solution for that. 

"We'll take different shifts on watch tonight." Rick says as you leave the cars and everything ready to set up the small camp. 

"I'll take the first shift tonight." Daryl says. "The rest of ya can rest."

"You need rest too." Carol tells him in a soft tone and you watch their interaction curiously.

Daryl and Carol are forging a bond, you can feel it, something between them is starting to appear and you smile once again. You're glad, he told you he missed your sister, that it hurt, but you also think Daryl has a right to feel something for someone new. Not to hold on to a memory. If he's chosen Carol, you're happy for them, because you like the couple they make and Sophia, though respectfully, is curious about the archer.

"You look very happy." Beth comments and you smile again.

"Yeah, something tells me we're starting a new life, don't you think? Looks like things are finally going to change..." You shrug feeling your heart hammer hard in your rib cage.

"Uhm, yeah, I guess..." She smiles a little too.

"You'll see how things get better." You want to cheer her up again and you hug her.

Night falls, but you are no longer afraid, the group prepare a fire, with what you still have left and have found, you prepare everything, divide the rations, giving the biggest ration to Lori, for her baby. You all are enjoying a quiet night, when you see Carol walk away from the group to the bus where Daryl is standing guard. A new smile breaks out on your face as you see her carrying a bowl of food for him. It's cute and cuddly, from your distance you see them talking, they seem to be joking, Daryl massages her shoulder, she has used one of the rifles to stop several Walkers, she looks exhausted, but holds on. You look away to give them privacy returning your focus to the group, Beth breaks into song and it warms your heart, Rick returns from inspecting the fence once more, Daryl and Carol appear shortly after.

Daryl walks over to you, sits down next to you and hands you his poncho, you look at him confused, but he just shakes his shoulders, like so many other times and pulls it over your head and you settle under the thick, warm fabric, looking up at him gratefully as he closes his leather jacket to keep his own warmth in.

"It's still gonna be cold tonight, and the fire might not hold much. I dunno where ya left yer damn jacket..."

"I lost it on purpose so you'd give me this." You joke and he rolls his eyes.

"I figured as much." He squeezes your shoulder and leans you against him. "Try to sleep."

"I can't, my shift on watch starts now." You laugh and let go of him slowly, getting up. "But I'm taking this with me." You wink at him pressing the poncho against you and grab the bow before heading towards the bus.

The night is quiet, dark, you've never noticed how dense it could be without all the light pollution, you like it, it's beautiful in its own way and the sky is covered with stars, even the moon seems bigger.

"Have ya fallen asleep already?" Daryl's voice startles you for a moment and you see him climb onto the roof of the bus where you are.

"What are you doing here?" you ask with a frown. "Don't you know what sleep means?"

"Nope. Ya?"

"It's my turn, I don't need to sleep."

"We all need sleep... What do y'think of Rick's plan?"

"Risky, but if like he says we can get our hands on one of those blocks, with supplies, infirmary even some shower... that would be wonderful. Especially the shower thing." You hear Daryl snort in amusement.

"I've smelled worse, y'ain't that bad." He taunts you and you open your mouth wide, smacking him on the arm.

"I can't say the same for you! How do you do it? You rub dead squirrels all over yourself?"

"It's the special essence of the hunter."

You both laugh loudly as you wrinkle your nose in a gesture of complete disgust getting him to laugh louder, even for you it's impressive to hear him laugh like that.

"I've seen your... your thing with Carol."

"My thing with Carol? I dun have a thing with Carol, what are ya talkin' about?"

You smile, but shake your head without saying anything, leaving Daryl more confused if possible. He appreciates Carol, she's becoming a good friend, he feels safe talking to her, plus she also seems to be more confident talking to him than others in the group. But that doesn't mean they have something, maybe they do, since when did he feel so lost in this? Thinking back your sister was always the one who took the reins, since they were eight years old, but he thought he had learned to read how it all worked.

Maybe he's wrong.

He watches you silently, distracted, watching the sky with a small smile, always holding on to your bow, something that always gives you stability. Your knife and gun are in your belt, Daryl doesn't remember a single time you've used that gun, but you always carry it with you as plan C. He notices you've changed your hair, now you wear it loose, holding just a few strands at the back of your head, some strands moving in the soft night breeze, messing it up, crossing in front of your eyes. Daryl licks his lips and reaches over to tuck that unruly lock behind your ear. You don't pull away, it's not the first such gesture Daryl has had with you, he's always been a person who avoids contact except with people he feels confident with, you learned that many years ago. You look at him and smile, thankful that he is there with you, that you have talked things out and now things are moving at a good pace again. The months you've spent away, going back and forth has given you the time to talk and catch up on your lives and everything in general. You know it's not the same, but you feel that the tension that was between you at the first meeting, as if you were strangers, is gone.

"Seriously, what do ya mean with Carol?" 

"Never mind, come on, go get some sleep. You need it." You urge him, he doesn't seem to want to leave, but in the end he leaves you alone on the roof of the bus.

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When the sun rises again, you all get going, grab the last of your leftovers and put Rick's plan into action. The kids with Carol, Lori, Beth and Hershel stay on one side of the fence to get the attention of the dead again, so you can get inside, you form a huddle, no one separates, backs together so you have all flanks covered. You stay a little behind, shoot some arrows, Daryl does the same when you have to reload, you cover his back, when he has to reload the crossbow. Without many, but between all of you you clean the courtyard fast, you are approaching the back where there is another group, but you can close the door and think about what to do with them later.

"Watch out!" You warn them as several Police Walkers appear, wearing special equipment.

Arrows are no good for them, they bounce off helmets and bulletproof vests, but Maggie manages to find a hole under one of the helmets and you all do the same.

It's an anxious few minutes, but you finally manage to clear the whole area you had planned according to Rick.

"We'll check that the block is secure and move on."

"If ya come with us ya'll have to use yer gun." Daryl tells you as you prepare to enter through the dark corridors.

"I can use my bow."

"It'll be darker, and there won't be as much room to reload, y'know that." 

"Then I'll use my knife."

"That's more dangerous..."

"Daryl..."

"We could use more people, now is not the time to argue about that, we need to secure as much of the perimeter as possible." Interferes Rick in your discussion.

"I'll use the knife." You insist and join the group.

"God, yer stubborn."

"We already have something in common." You joke putting yourself next to Maggie who also goes with you.

You use the knife, a lot to tell the truth, you have been caught in a mousetrap, the dead have started to appear everywhere, cornering you, forcing you to back up and look for an alternative way out until Hershel has been bitten in the leg, of course you don't leave him there, as you make your way you reach another wide room and close the doors at full speed. Rick shouts your name. You run up to him, holding Hershel while the sheriff cuts off his leg to prevent the infection from spreading. It's a drastic measure, more so in that situation, but neither of you want to lose the man. You take off your jacket and quickly cover the leg to stop the bleeding, Hershel is knocked unconscious from the pain, but that's not the worst of it. When you look up you discover that there are several prisoners locked up there, looking at you with surprise and confusion.

"Open the door!" shouts Rick, you go ahead, arranging one of the beds in the cell before they enter with Hershel in your arms.

"Lay him down here!" you shout also kneeling down to uncover the leg and take care of it. "We need to stop the bleeding, find something to burn the wound... we need bandages, alcohol... "You start to list.

"We haven't found the infirmary, now we have another problem outside."

"I'll try to clean him up as best I can, but we need to find it now. Carol, Lori, help me." You ask them and the three of you stay in the cell taking care of Hershel.

Things with the prisoners remain tense, they are not willing to leave the place, but you don't trust them to stay with you either. Rick tries to make a deal with them, half the rations for you and half for them, they will have to find another block to live in and not try to go to yours at any time. But you are busy, you have gone with Carl in search of the infirmary, you can't wait for them to decide what to do with the rest of the ward, Hershel needs immediate help.

"Stay close to me." You say to Carl, tightening your bow in search of any dangerous movement or noise. Carl moves to your side, walking slowly right behind you.

All the corridors are dark, in this part of the corridor there are isolation cells, luckily the doors are locked, if there is any threat, you won't be able to get out on your own. You advance down the corridor finding a small library and at the end of the same corridor, the infirmary. You sigh in relief, patting Carl's head.

"Let's grab everything we can and head back to the cell."

"Okay." He nods and tries to go in, but you stop him.

"Wait, I'll go in first, in case there's a threat." You warn him by opening the door to the infirmary and give a few knocks.

You hear gasps inside, something stirs on the gurney and from behind a bulkhead a nurse emerges in a consumed state. You quickly load the bow and shoot the woman in the head, Carl stirs behind you and peers over the gurney, shooting the guy lying there.

"Carl!" you whisper his name. "I told you to wait!" You scold him between whispers so as not to draw any more attention to yourself.

"He's on the stretcher strapped down, he can't do anything." He defends himself and you growl with a frown.

"I don't care, you came here without telling your mother, if anything happens to you..."

"I know how to defend myself, I'm not a child." He snorts angrily.

"Stop arguing; let's get everything we can and go back to the cell with Hershel. Come on."

Between the two of you you fill the bag with everything you need, some suturing tools and get back as fast as you can to the cell where Lori and Carol are still keeping an eye on Hershel who is still unconscious.

"We're here." You say opening the bag again to take out some bandages and the disinfectant.

"Where did you guys get all that stuff?" Lori looks at you in surprise.

"We went to the infirmary." Carl smiles proudly.

"You went to the infirmary?" Lori asks and then looks at you. "You took him with you without telling me?"

"I'm sorry, Lori, I didn't..."

"Are you not aware of what just happened to Hershel! How dare you put my son in danger?"

"She didn't put me in danger!" interjects Carl looking at his mother angrily. "I decided to go!"

"Carl, listen to me..." Lori tries to reason with him.

"Leave me alone! I'm not a kid anymore!" He yells again and storms out of the cell.

"You go with him, I'll stay with Carol taking care of Hershel." You tell Lori, she seems hesitant, but gets up and leaves you two alone.

"Are you okay?" Carol asks you as you continue to examine the leg of the man who is still unconscious.

"Yes, she's right, I should have told Carl to go back to the cells, I shouldn't have let him come with me. It's normal for her to be angry." You shrug, carefully stitching up some parts of the stump to make it easier for it to heal.

"Kids aren't kids anymore, we can't leave them out, they like being part of this."

"I know, but they are not my children, I can't make certain decisions." Carol rubs your back trying to give you some encouragement, but you're not down, just worried about Hershel coming out of this.

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See you in the next chapters!

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[that-wizard-oki]

How did you start doing jobs for kingsisle?? I'm trying to break into the industry as an artist, and I have no clue how to approach potential employers, even just for commissions 😭😭

Hey! So I actually work full time with KingsIsle as a character animator- my job year round is to make pets, mounts, mobs, npc's move :D

How I got started here is kind of a wild story. I had been wanting to reach out to KI about possibly interning with them post-graduation- I had a few people I semi knew at the company, and knew I'd have a good portfolio piece to show them from my senior thesis project. However, three days before graduation, a friend from KI msg'ed me that KI was doing summer internships, and asked if I was interested. I spent the next 3 days building my portfolio website/resume & sent it to my friend. A month and two interviews later, they accepted me! Once my internship was drawing to and end, they were able to offer me a full time position.

My #1 piece of advice for folks trying to break into the industry: MAKE CONNECTIONS. NETWORK. Obviously having dedication and building your artistic skills (whether that's character design, animation, story boarding, etc) is a huge part of it- like you can make as many connections as you want, but if you don't have a decent set of skills/a portfolio to back you up, then you might be out of luck there. But I cannot understate the importance of networking.

So, how do you make connections/network? My advice:

-I know everyone can't afford it, but going to an art school/college is a decent way to make connections- not just with teacher's who have worked in the industry themselves, but also with your future artists. Heck, I've been seeing younger artists like myself start their own studios. You can defo still make connections w/o college, but I just wanted to note that.

-Interact with artists/folks in the industry online. comment on their posts, ask them genuine questions. Most folks are happy to answer questions or give portfolio advice.

-Mentorships are a great thing- also something i see offered on twitter a lot. Some studio's like dreamworks have "internship" like programs where people who have recently graduation or are looking for a career change can apply to and learn from. I'd follow companies you're interested in via linkedin, or visit their websites to see if they offer things like this

-Also!! Participate in anijams, gamejams, art swaps, zines- these are all great ways to connect with fellow artists online. My college has an animation club that does anijams twice a year- which is a GREAT thing to put on your resume- it shows collaboration, dedication- things you need to be open to when working in the industry.

-I'd also say that trying to narrow down what you're really passionate about doing (for me, 3d animation just fit my heart the best) and learn more about it. Watch youtube videos, follow tutorials. Practice your anatomy, do gesture drawings from life, draw as many hands and feet as you can, lol. All things to help strengthen your skills! Consistency is key!!

I know that's a lot of info, so I just want to reiterate something: I've been at KI for about a year and a half now, and I am still just as passionate about this game as I was beforehand. That passion is one of my greatest assets. WANTING to do what I do for work makes working a lot easier, and produces a better product. If you have a passion, a drive to do something, you can do the damn thing. Making connections/being consistent as an artists can feel wildly overwhelming. But it doesn't have to be. You're worthy of sharing your art and ideas with the world, and people want to hear them. Baby steps! Start small. Heck talking to me already gets your started with networking :D

Hope that wasn't too rambly/answered some of your questions anon. Feel free to inbox or dm me if you wanna chat more- goes for anyone reading this :)

[lightbarebunnies]

Rinne Amagi x Male!Reader Drabbles

summary: Two Rinne requests from 🎼 Anon, bundled together! tags: fluff, DMAB Male Reader - you/your pronouns, reader is an idol, reader is Aira's older brother, reader is disabled, 'Doll' used as a pet name for the reader characters: it's all Rinne Amagi, baby! a/n: I have a few more of these cooking, but I wanted to release what I've got written for now! I am a soft and easily flustered Rinne truther, the stuff he's said about relationships is absolutely wild and I love him for it. 🎼 anon im your biggest fan take this meme as a token of my appreciation

Send emoji(s) and I'll write a drabble Comfortable Intimacy Prompts

[makeup] - sender helps receiver apply makeup [With Rinne as the Receiver]

"Hey, thanks for helping me out with this again, Doll." Rinne said, fidgeting in place as he waits for you to finish applying his stage makeup.

You click your tongue at him, "I told you not to move! Do you want your eyeliner to be smudged?"

"... Isn't that what it's supposed to look like, though?" Rinne cocked his head to the side, smirking.

Looking back to the reference photo from the Helter-Spider performance, you frown. "What? No. That's the eyeshadow."

"Riiight..." Rinne rolled his eyes before he adjusted his seated position - wanting to get a little more comfortable so he could stay still. However, a thought had been nagging in the back of his head ever since he asked you for help on this look. "... Ugh, you'd think after me comin' here and workin' so hard to be an idol I'd get used to all of the beauty product stuff, but there's something about it that just doesn't click with me."

You offer him a reassuring smile, "It's not everyone's forte! It just takes practice, like everything else does. You already have the basics down... drawing a whole spiderweb on your own face can be a little tricky. I don't think you should be embarrassed."

Rinne opened his mouth for a moment, then promptly closed it again - his cheeks heating up as you got close to his face.

Ever so gently, you take his head in your hand, caressing his cheek before tilting it to the side. "Close your eyes for me?"

"Perfect... Good boy," You coo, uncapping your eyeliner pen and beginning to draw over his eyelid.

A small, flustered grumble manages to slip out of Rinne's lips, but he manages to stay still and let you do your work. After the first few strokes, he seems to relax a bit further.

Rinne would never openly admit this, but... he really does like getting this kind of pampering from you. Your expertise when it comes to make-up, having so much personal attention just on him, and the feeling of your hand cradling his jaw... it's all so soothing.

"You know what, Rinne?" You start, smiling at his tranquil looking face.

"... You know that I don't, Doll." Rinne replied, a small smile growing on his lips. "Other than... you love me?"

You chuckle, "Close." you whisper into his ear, playfully blowing on it. "I’m always thinking about that… What I actually was thinking was that I hope you never get better at applying your own makeup."

Rinne's eyes shoot open, his face turning a bright red from your teasing. "Huh?! The hell are you talkin' about?!"

“Well,” You give him a cheeky smile, kissing his cheek, "That way... whenever Crazy:B’s makeup artist cancels, I get to get up close and personal with the man I love."

Absolutely scandalized, Rinne nearly falls out of his chair, covering his cheek with his hand. "H-Hey! That’s playing dirty! No k-"

"No kissing before marriage? Yeah, yeah... you've said it before. Though..." You put the cap back onto your eyeliner and placed it on the counter. "I don't recall you complaining about my kisses last night..."

💪🏽 - Bridal carry [Reader Receiver]

As you often enjoy doing, you had invited Rinne out to go on a shopping date. The two of you always have a good time together, trying on outfits and looking through all sorts of stores just to windowshop.

One of the (many, many...) things you love about Rinne is that he never shies away from showing what he likes, and what he wants. Whenever you see something catch his eye, you take little mental notes for future gifts. Rinne’s always in charge of carrying the bags on these little shopping dates of yours, but it’s a small price to pay for all the gifts you end up treating him to.

Just then, a wave of dizziness hits you, causing you to stumble forward for a moment before you catch yourself. “Ugh…” You cover your eyes with you palm for a moment – hoping the light-headed feeling will pass… even though you know it won’t. You seem to be having the start of a fainting spell.

“You doing okay, Doll?” Rinne asked, noticing your wobbly stance.

“Yeah, yeah… just a little clumsy – you know me! Too busy looking at my handsome boyfriend…” You fib, not wanting to cause him any concern.

Before you stumble again, your knees buckling, Rinne quickly reaches out to hold you upright. “You sure you’re doing okay, Doll?” he asked, concern reflected in his gaze.

You hesitate, not exactly sure if you want to tell Rinne the truth… it’d end your date early. Still, you’re in no condition to keep walking, especially not in the hot sun. “I… um…” you begin, embarrassment starting to settle in.

Not letting you continue, Rinne effortlessly lifts you up into his arms. “Y’know what, Doll? I decided I’m bored with shopping. Let’s head back to Niki’s and see if we can raid his fridge.” he winked at you, grinning.

As Rinne carried you through ES, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and warmth. With your head resting against his chest, you could hear the steady beat of his heart.

Once you arrive to the familiar apartment building, Rinne shifts both you and the copious shopping bags he had been carrying around so he can get his key to Niki’s apartment out of his pocket. Before he places the key into the lock, Rinne looks down at you – smiling. “… Don’t worry, Doll. I’ve always got ya.”

[artheresy]

Part Two (Stellaron Hunters)

Like the last one with the Astral Express, I am listing my opinions on aspects of the HSR designs, including things I kinda dislike or at least would change about certain playable designs in HSR to help myself with planning some of my own designs/redesigns for future art!

And I am so excited to get onto three of my favorite designs in this game!! The Stellaron Hunters are my babies and I originally was going to include them in the AE part 1 post, but sadly exceeded some kind of limit on the post while rambling about both of the groups designs, so they get their own post! And y'know what if that gives me more room to talk about them, I am not upset!

Ofc, Disclaimer: I am not a professional character designer, I'm not saying any of my ideas for them are objectively better or improvements even, nor am I bashing any of these designs. This is just my opinion and I like most if not all of the playable designs at the moment! I just have a few thoughts regarding them.

The List part 2:

Silver Wolf: I really like her design, I think honestly the Stellaron Hunters (at least for the trio, still forming my thoughts on Sam's) are easily some of the best designed characters in HSR so far. I do think out of those three designs though, Silver Wolf might be the weakest? Not that it's bad ofc, as I just said I think they're some of the best designs, but alongside Kafka and Blade, it feels like there's more that could be done with her design. They went ham on having so many like "Haha look she's a gamer!" details on her outfit that it ends up a bit eye rolling when you keep seeing all the details. The buttons hanging from her belt, the controller garter, the pattern on the fabric hanging from her hip for no reason, the power button logos on her her belt in multiple places and the strap that hold her knife, and that's not even all of them. It's just a bit much. Yes, she's a gamer, we get that. It doesn't need to be sprinkled throughout her design this much, at least not in this way. Because the way they did it, admittedly looks a bit gimmicky since it's only visual details rather than anything more is the best way I can describe it. I would maybe give her a few more items in place of all of these little things. Give her a visible earpiece, or some other kind of hands off communication device. Give her more devices if you're gonna have her adorned with all these straps, make them useful. Though I have two (maybe three?) other bigger ideas that could either work for changing her up physically, either separately or somehow together in a design. I'm stuck between the idea of giving her comfier clothes, both to reflect her more laid back personality and also to fit more so with what she does, or giving her more of a tech wear influence in her design, especially considering PunkLorde is meant to be a cyberpunk themed place. I feel like there's a better way to reflect that influence in her design. Also I dunno about you, but when I think cyberpunk I think of Neons a bit. I’m not saying turn her whole color palette that, but I think in a few of the patterns or in little details adding tiny touches of neon would look cool and help make her pop out a bit. (Sorry this ended up rambling, when I actually draw my thoughts for her, it will come through cleaner and clearer. Overall, I really like her design still even if there's a lot of details I would preferably change.)

Kafka: Kafka is one of my favorite designs, I adore her, I adore the spider, the web, and even the butterfly motifs present in her design. Her color scheme has a sense of allure to it if that makes sense, well balanced throughout her from head to toe. If I were to change something, it would be to make her design more show-y, a little more over the top. As it stands, Himeko has a more ostentatious design than her. Which feels off to me. "Oh but she's going on missions, taking people out, and collecting Stellarons. Her practical design makes sense." Very true, but also these missions aren't merely just missions. They are performances, displays of acting according to Elio's scripts in order to obtain the results he needs for the future. Kafka, of the rest of the Stellaron Hunters we've seen so far, seems to be the one that best fits into the role of Elio's dramatic villain/anti-hero. I mean just compare her presence in the Luofu quest to like Blade also in the Luofu quests, or Sam in the Penacony ones. There is a difference in dramatics and performance. She beckons the audience's (and law enforcement's) eyes towards her, as she strings them along with her schemes and plans. She is made to be the one in the lime light, delivering monologues and putting on the best show for everybody. When we look at the few missions of the Stellaron Hunters we’ve seen so far, Kafka does fit the bill as the star of his show, his leading actor in the role of the antagonist. As such, I think Kafka could benefit from making her outfit a bit more dramatic, leaning into the role she plays even further. Especially when thinking about how playing up that dramatized version of herself would work with the facade she's hinted at putting up. I do adore it the way it is, I just think more could be done with it. Lean a bit harder in, and by nature of making her more over the top, that could lead to the potential for a more interesting silhouette depending on how it's handled. Maybe even some more elements to influence like making it more over the top could be inspired from the Kafka Stigmata in HI3rd

Blade: I can’t lie to y’all. I think his design is close to perfection. I think it’s so well done (even though the silhouette could use some work? Depending?), it’s absolutely packed with symbolism. However, aside from just some silhouette adjustments, something I would change is the emphasis of how injured he is. The injuries he feels every single day of his life, that can’t heal because of Jingliu essentially overriding the default state his body is trying to restore. It’s a big thing in his lore, so much so that it’s been mentioned multiple times including in a main companion quest and literally up front show to us face to face. That cg of him with the sword in his chest feels like somebody stuck a sword in mine every time I see it, I swear. But design wise, I feel like this point about him and his history doesn’t shine through as well, and it feels like the gravity of that time isn’t properly portrayed in his design. Like let me emphasize, Bailu’s words might suggest that the default state for some of his injuries is literally open and bleeding so... And you might think “Oh that’s funny, when he’s literally covered in bandages like his arm and chest.” Well, I’ll one up you by clarifying if you look up his jacket as he runs, you’ll see his model has bandages ALL the way down his torso!! But the thing is, this is covered by his jacket. We only see his hand bandaged and a little peek at his chest, but his face? Completely fine. The rest of his body? Perfectly covered not showing anything. If I could change his design just a bit, first off, I’m making his coat more tattered and broken. Yes he gets his coat replaced at times, but that doesn’t mean we need to always see it in pristine condition. He’s a fighter, making his coat have tears in it, leave the edges worn down, more fabric than just his red ribbons to be frayed at the ends. In those tears of his clothes, either show bandages (left up to you whether to be seen as fresh injuries covered waiting to heal or more wrapped remnants of Jingliu’s slashes) or scars on every single bit of skin that manages to peek out from that coat. And for some flavor, add some scars to his face however big or small. There’s no way I can believe Jingliu killed him hundreds of times and didn’t at least once go for a head shot. I bet that woman knows the extent of his healing like the back of her hand, I bet she could answer my question about how exactly Blade’s body would heal if his limbs were severed. If he has some part of himself not covered, it should have evidence that he was harmed there! Never let us forget that part of his lore! NEVER!!

(I promise I’m totally not insane about him, what ever could lead you to that conclusion?)

I want to say, I will eventually update this once we have more Sam lore, perhaps I’ll include Sam with the Penacony characters post to make it easier or I’ll just redo the Stellaron Hunters post and revise and revisit my ideas for these three! As it stands, I want to wait until we have more Sam lore and more things cleared up about them before I jump into talking about the armor design or things I know from leaks until it’s been confirmed or disproven so I can give better my thoughts about the design in relation to the character!! Please stay tuned, I can’t decide if I should go for Overworld Belobog first because I have more clear ideas (including a rant about one specific character) or if it’s best to go to Herta Space Station first in order to just go in order essentially. Who knows ! Well! I hole you enjoyed this, I adore the Stellaron Hunters and any time I am able to talk about them I am very happy :D

[nezumithewriter]

Nez. I need you to know I am obsessed with Squissistant and Dev (even tho I’m a little behind on Dev’s stuff rn, ooops). I still have that holdable paper doll of Squissistant

Literally your ocs are so cool!!!!! I need to figure out the lore agagsgdhddhbsnd it’s so interesting what you come up with <3

Anyways, what are some other ocs you have for non-squip-rp stuff?

AAAAAAAAAA LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!!!!! *explodes*

but seriously thank you i've been kind of out of it for doing things but i'm planning on continuing the story soon!!! 🫂

As for your question OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT PANDORA'S BOX YOU JUST OPENED HAPPI

I have way too many ocs and stories related to those ocs but i'll bring up the highlights

Blaire Caddel (HELIANUS) is a terrifying anthro gazelle-spider thing that eats people and is a musical theater nut and i love her. She's the main antagonist of the story I have her in and she rolls around in my head always. I NEED to draw her and I NEED to actually talk more about her world

Oliver Graham (CHAOS CAFÉ) is a normal teenager who gets sent to a void full of monsters and a cafe and slowly starts spiraling after managing to get out. Here's some art of them now but it's very very old like 2021 old i think

Michael Flud (SEPTEMBER 23RD) is one of my oldest characters and one of the ones that has gone through the most changes. He literally came to me in a dream. Originally his story was about alien technology and dumb teenagers getting taken over by it but then it changed into something I can only call "a multiverse fantasy about the death of the artist". This universe is also where my persona lives

Maya Smith (DEATHWALK) is a person I'VE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT FOR YEARS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ABOUT HER AND HER WORLD. She's a girl who got kidnapped as a baby by a cult called "The Church of God's Tears" and is raised believing in its practices. She's friends with two other people in the church, Helen nolastname and Claudia Lalima. Maya and Helen eventually find eachother very close and secretly have a lesbian love story under the very homophobic cult's nose. This is eventually found out (also Maya saw something she shouldn't have seen) and she's killed in cold blood by Father Liam in secret.

She later wakes up in a void with four other people; Daichi Higake, Neko Satsujin, Maku Sajidō, and Jared Incendis, all of whom I could ramble about for hours on as well. This is where the story actually begins and the group has to find a way through multiple rooms and dimensions until they find a way out of this strange place (they don't know they're dead). All the while, a plot from a third party source unravels around them, and the gamemaster of their misfortune, Adaline, continues to torment them throughout.

here's a picture of maya please ask me more about Deathwalk i'm begging

Conepaw (WINGBEAT OF A KESTREL) is an apprentice of Kestrelclan and I need to start that comic istg!! She's the adopted daughter of the deputy and wants to grow up to be just like her. But because of a certain horrors™️ she finds she's never going to grow up, even though she lives and breathes. This is all based on a clangen play through and Library of Ruina, specifically Love Town

and that's all i can think of rn!!!!!! please please please feel free to ask about any of the stories here (except for september 23rd i'm keeping that one a secret) cause I love to yap!!! i want to yap so badly!!!

[abrahamvanhelsings]

thank youu for tagging me @zaegreus 💙🐳

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

not really, i believe my mother happened to know someone, a colleague or something, and she liked the name so on the baby name list it went. as far as my new chosen name which ive been trying out here and there, it's just the male version of my legal documents name, but since that's dorian it always makes people go 'ooo like from oscar wilde's dorian gray?' OR they go 'oh like in dragon age' and both of these things. queer. lmao.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

hmm i don't quite remember, i think i cried about palestine a couple of weeks ago bc i was very stressed abt work and my emotions were very close to the surface so to say, and this genocide happening right in front of our eyes while the world acts like it isn't makes me feel incredibly powerless and lose my faith in humanity. to see suffering and ignore it - to refuse to see these people as people, with lives and dreams and feelings that are each worth the universe, at all. just inconceivable to me.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

no. and despite what my mother likes to think i do not want them and i never will.

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY?

i played football for a couple of years as a teenager. i also did horse riding for a year or two as a child, but then the timing of the lessons got awkward in regards to dinner so i had to stop. i still kind of miss it every once in a while though, because i really love horses and riding is very nice. uhh i also did archery for two years or something. and when i stopped playing football when i was 15 i went on to rowing and i haven't stopped doing that since! honestly a pretty important part of my life, there's a lot of time that goes into practice alone and i also have to volunteer at the club (common courtesy as a member), but i really love it. don't think ill ever stop doing it if i can help it.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

uh yeah all the time lmaoo which sometimes people do not catch on to and then it seems like i've just said something incredibly rude or patently insane but we roll with life's punches. which in this case is failing a 'have a normal conversation' check.

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

hands! im very peculiar about hands and i will commit a felony for a beautiful pair of them. this goes for eyes too but looking straight into people's eyes is, like, more intimate than sex so i tend not to do that very much even if i think someone's eyes are beautiful immediately. and also, people's shoes, bc i honestly believe that if there's any piece of clothing that can tell you a lot about a person it's shoes lmao

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

hazel, they kinda go from brown to green depending on the shirt im wearing and the way the light falls into them

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

kind of depends on your definition of scary? i don't like horror at all but i can enjoy a good thriller. generally i think i prefer happy endings though. still, a good tragedy every once in a while... in fact one of my favourite movies of all time (in the mood for love) has a very bittersweet ending. and also i am terror crew of course

ANY TALENTS?

i used to be decent at drawing but i haven't really done that for years bc academia sucks the life out of you. same goes for writing - i so wish to take up writing fanfic and original works again and i have so many ideas, but then whenever i have the time i do not feel the energy. oh but im very good at public speaking! has always come naturally to me which is quite a stroke of luck

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

provincial town somewhere in the north of the netherlands

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

rowing, playing the piano, and the usual stuff i.e. reading, watching things (including sports) and playing video games. idk if id classify climate activism as a hobby? im not doing it for fun but bc it's necessary, but we do try to have a good time of it bc it's not sustainable mentally/physically if you don't. i also play board games with some of the climate activism people in my city every once in a while

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

no! my parents used to have cats but when they died they didn't take new ones and im away from my own apartment more often than im there bc of work and sports and activism and friends blah blah blah so it isn't really a good idea for me to take a cat or something if we can't even be proper companions

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

ehh 169 cm or so

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

even though i studied history i think latin and ancient greek were my favourite subjects in high school bc that's where i actually learned things. the history teacher just let me do whatever bc it was all too easy for me anyway, but latin/greek were actually challenging even though i was good at them. in fact my highest mark on the big national high school exams was for greek! also i told you about my amazing latin teacher :')

DREAM JOB?

man i don't even know anymore. for the longest time i thought i wanted to work in academia but now im doing a phd and im seeing all the uni politics up close im like... man... all of you people and your made up rules and your cronyism and toxic power dynamics and your hierarchies suck ass for real. but then idk what else id do bc even though i like museums that whole world is impossible to get into without literal nepotism so yeah. marry rich and set up something cool to popularise opera among younger generations? lmfao

tagging @garlandgerard @boogiewoogieweeb @croziers-compass @burrowingregg @tadpal @tideswept if you feel like it 💚🐢

[animebookworm16]

Possibly probably stupid AU idea, but what if the Midoriya tears (specifically Izuku’s) were a quirk? Something like Forced Empathy (name pending), not where he takes on everyone elses emotions (though he could probably do that too) but where everyone else within a certain range has to feel his. And the closer you are to him the stronger the effect and the longer it will last. But the draw back, is that he has to be feeling a strong emotion for the quirk to even potentially activate, and he has to cry. Because of this he’s got like the opposite of dry eye. Now, let’s be real, making Izuku feel strong emotions isn’t hard, and thanks to the added effects of the quirk neither is crying. But here’s the kicker that I oh so love in AUs, no one realizes he has a quirk because he still has the extra toe and as a child it’s a pretty subtle quirk that unless you saw a dramatic affect you probably wouldn’t believe it.

And it isn’t impossible for people to become desensitized to his quirk, if they have enough regular exposure to him, and have strong enough emotions themself. Hence why his mother (who probably sees him the most) would still be affected, while Katsuki would get over it used to it after some time.

Now as far as the story would go, Izuku would still recieve OFA and that would just make his quirk go crazy. Suddenly the limit for how far his quirk can reach tripples practically overnight, the definition of ‘strong emotion’ becomes looser (and the actually strong emotions are just over powered at this point), and he’s practically always crying.

Naturally this means he ends up drinking more water than most would consider healthy and many many people end up underestimating him because of all the crying. Now as he trains under Aizawa he does learn how to turn the effects of his quirk off (the emotion sharing part not the tears those babies are there for life) and how to fine tune his quirk to the point of only affecting say a single person instead of an entire city. Yes that is how OP his quirk gets with OFA.

You might be asking yourself at this point ‘Why and how did you come up with such a ridiculous sounding AU?’ and the answer is of course because of TikTok.  Mostly because I saw someone talk about how Izuku’s tears were a comedy gag (which they are, I am fully aware of that) and my brain went, but what if they were quirk? and then I got the mental image of Izuku crying so much and Katsuki sweating so much that they both started carrying around hankerchiefs or something and to keep from accidentally confusing the two (cause ya know, nitroglicerin isn’t sposed to go near the face bits) so they start like embroidering them, color coridinating them, or even like they both buy different distinct scents for the hankerchiefs. And the mental image continued on with Katsuki and Izuku walking down the halls of either UA or Aldera it doesn’t really matter, with Katsuki wiping his hands on his hankie while Izuku has the deadest of deadpan expresions and is wiping his tears away.

Looking back at what I’ve written... Clearly this is a crack AU with too much thought put into it.