#in all seriousness this is the best rendering i've ever done

[creativewhizkid]

(tap image for better quality) rendering this made me feel like the joker /lh

i hope this does numbers /hj /nf

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

This is totally not @its-actually-minicika asking for a sfw/nsfw/ANYTHING alphabet of Billy Taylor.

Definitely not. Like I don't even know what that chick is all about - I fr never even heard of her either, I just tagged out of my ass

Bahaha, but in all seriousness, I thank you for sharing that beautiful tiktok edit. I've been watching it over and over again and smiled all throughout it like a middle schooler.

10/10 Billy is very wholesome

Anything for you! I will follow up with a SFW alphabet tomorrow.

Billy Taylor NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Aftercare kind of goes out of the window for a little while after Billy has done the deed. He'll lay there wide-eyed, with a shit-eating grin, not really able to comprehend that has just done that, that someone actually wanted to do that with him. Once the initial shock and excitement wears off, then comes the flurry of questions - "was that okay?" "did I hurt you?" etc.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Billy is pretty humble, he's not overly obsessed with his own looks, though he does take pride in his hair.

He loves his partner's eyes and smile, looking at them for too long causes him to blush. Also loves their bum, but keeps that on the downlow (as best as he can)

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Inside of the condom, although one day he hopes to go without - he'd like to start a family.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Finds himself watching his partner's backside whenever they walk away, he does it without realising and feels mortified if he's caught, but he cannot help himself.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Not at all. Billy is a total novice, but he's eager to learn.

F= Favorite position

Missionary or cowgirl. Billy likes to be able to be close to his partner and see their face.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Billy is shy and inexperienced, so there'll be lots of embarrassed laughter and awkward jokes in a bad attempt to ease the tension.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Billy isn't very hairy, so no grooming necessary.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Billy prefers slow and tender, although he does get carried away, because it feels so good - he'll jackhammer and have to be told to slow down by his partner.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He does. Not daily, but if he allows his mind to wander before bed he'll find himself having naughty thoughts about his partner and not be able to help himself.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Billy has a breeding kink - not to the point that he'll talk dirty about it, but the thought of having sex without protection really excites him. His job at the hotel also means that he often fantasises about his partner in a maid's outfit.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Billy is traditional - he prefers the comfort of a bed.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

A pretty smile and eyes. A nice bum in a skirt, especially a maid's outfit. Soft, affectionate touches. People expressing a genuine desire to share things with him or spend time with him.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Billy would struggle with a partner that isn't able to ever take the lead - he can be shy, so will need a partner that's comfortable taking charge. Big no to sex toys too - he finds them intimidating.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Billy has no idea what he is doing in regard to this - would blue screen if his partner asked him to go down on them. If they go down on him it almost renders him unconscious.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Billy doesn't last long, due to his inexperience. It lasts longer when he takes his time, however, it's over very soon when he gets carried away and can't hold back.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

For Billy, sex is an expression of love so he's not really a fan of quickies.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Sex in itself is a new thing to Billy, so he's pretty vanilla.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Billy can handle a few times a night, 5-10 minutes each time. If his partner is up for it he'll think he's died and gone to Heaven.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

This would terrify Billy, quickest way to turn him off.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Billy doesn't know how to tease. He will flush bright red if it's done to him though and not know what to do or say.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Billy is quite loud, he's never felt anything quite so good in all his life and will have a hard time holding that back.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Billy will say "thank you" afterwards the first few times him and his partner have sex - it takes them sitting him down and pointing out that they're not doing him a favour by sleeping with him, so he doesn't need to thank them, for him to actually stop doing it.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

6-6.5 inches. Billy's not massive, but he's in proportion for how tall he is with decent girth.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Billy has a moderately high sex drive, though he's shy about expressing it, so his partner won't actually realise how desperate he is until they get down to it.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Once the excitement wears off, Billy is out like a light. Sex tuckers him out.

[rstg123]

And here we are! Time for Kirby lore, just don't spoil things in the notes for me cause I haven't done post game yet

Just a warning: The more I wrote this the more it became rambling so its SUPER disorganized

Ok so I didn't trust Elfilin at first not gunna lie. And for good reason. It's a Kirby game, you know the drill there

The way they handled it in this game though was that Elfilin makes up part of one whole, which is revealed as you hear the speech during the elevator up Lab Discovera with the weirdly out of place voice acting

ID-F86 is explained to be some kind of creature that just showed up one day, wreaking havoc and taking out all the wildlife until it was captured by researchers. It had the ability to travel across dimensions and worlds, and is quite possibly the reason the "Ancients" Magalor refers too had they tech they had. In fact the rifts we see in Forgotten Land are very similar to the ones seen in Return to Dreamland, they just seem more pointy to me. Maybe they're more unstable than the ones we've seen before? I'll explain more on that later.

For now whats important: ID-F87 is a part of F86 that somehow split off, leaving F86 inactive and put in stasis, used to power planetary warp technology, though it was rendered useless after a certain point, which is what led F86 to capture the Waddle Dees, and possibly the Beast Pack in some way? I think we all know F87 is Elfilin by now though.

Leongar refers to F86 as the "Great One", and talks about how the Beast Pack was left behind by people leaving to a "land of dreams", presumably Popstar. Maybe these were the Ancients that Magalor talked about? I mean maybe it could explain why the rifts look different from how they did in Return to Dreamland. The more pointy and less structured look makes them seem like they're less stable, which would make sense considering F86 is being powered by a bunch of Waddle Dees during the events of the game.

Now of course, when F86 breaks out of stasis, we have what I like to call, When Crap Gets Real TM

Leongar is absorbed into some kind of mass of goo or some other substance, with the Beast Pack members who arrived shortly after F86 broke out following suit, leading to probably the most unsettling thing I've ever seen in a Kirby game: Fecto Forgo.

It chases Kirby down a hall, eventually capturing Elfilin, becoming whole again. Of course at first its just an orb. The mass of everything it absorbed becomes just a sphere, much more stable and all that. It flies up to the roof of the facility.

After reaching the top of the facility, we finally see the final boss

Fecto Elfilis is SUCH a great fight, like seriously its best to experience it for yourself. Especially that backing track, man. "Two Planets Approach The Roche Limit" works so well

Fun fact: The Roche Limit isn't a Kirby thing, the Roche Limit is basically when two planets are so close together their gravity tears each other apart, so I hear.

Now I wont repeat everything that happens during the fight, but whats important: The use of those star shaped portals

Theyre still using the more pointy look, though. Then again during the Magalor Soul fight, he uses more pointy portals instead of the rounded portals.

So. What does all this actually like... mean

Well "Fecto" and "Forgo" are good starting points. They're probably derived from the words "Infection" and "Forgotten" respectively, but I've heard Fecto might mean "Completed", because of a Latin translation of the word. However, Forgo doesen't translate to anything.

What I want to know is why did Fecto Elfilis do what it did when it first showed up? I mean there's a reason they captured it, the thing was going after the wildlife. Secondly how did Elfilin split off from Fecto Elfilis to begin with? All we know is it was an experiment. Maybe it'll tie into another plotline? How did Elfilin escape as well??

The most common theory is one I've already talked about and its about the Ancients being from this world initially. They fled leaving the Beast Pack- and Elfilis- behind, going to quote "A land of dreams". So Dreamland?

I have. So many questions that this post can't awnser dojfdsjgf9sjgrsdv

Hope you enjoyed my rambling though. There are a bunch of unanswered questions and when I'm done post game I might come back to this just to see if I can put anything else together.

[saksukei]

wen junhui college au

other college aus; wonu minghao mingyu

you're damn right if you think that wen junhui is a theatre arts major because he iS and that too with humanistic studies as a minor aH and he's also on the rowing team,,, he started rowing as a joke and now he has one of the best times??? like. how.

and everybody knows he has too much energy and he uses it in the best way possible

like the plays? dude has a separate fanclub

you keep on seeing new tweets about “who’s the black haired guy in the play?” like wen junhui’s popularity is straight up no joke,, EVERYBODY KNOWS HIM

you on the other hand are an exercise physiology major with nutrition as a minor and you're also part of the rowing team,, and you have the best time for the women’s team,, which means,, you see junhui every other day,,

the coach pairs you guys often,, but there’s only one small issue,,,

YOU HATE WEN JUNHUI

he's such a pain in the ass,, he teases you every time he sees you,,, he always challenges your skills and makes you doubt yourself,, oh the amount of times you’ve wanted to deck him in the face,,

and today was the same as well

“you're not dead yet?” you hissed, as you saw jun approach you,,

“dont sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me,” he retorted, a smug expression on his face, as he set his bag right beside yours.

“but I really don't like you,” you roll your eyes,,

jun chuckled, as he clapped his hands together, getting everyone's attention.

you guys were practicing indoors, on the rowing machine because there was some trouble with the equipment and the coach had to go get new stuff

which also meant he left jun in charge,, the teams assembled,, looking at junhui for directions,,

“alright everyone, warm up for ten and then start with a thousand metres,” he instructed. “and y/n, you're my partner.”

you rolled your eyes while everyone was whistling or smirking

it was no secret that you and jun didn't get along and he purposely tried to get on your nerves,,, heck everyone in the club said you two would fall in love at one point or another but you assured them by saying you'd rather choke

“your IQ is lower than room temperature junhui if you think that I want to train with you,” you hissed, as the two of you walked towards the machine.

“oh I'm sorry, I don't compare my intelligence quotient to someone who was deprived of oxygen when they were born,” he snapped, as he started warming up.

“you know what,” you spoke. “i'll just aggressively ignore your existence until you disappear.”

“maybe you should try doing it with that bird hair of yours, looks like worms will crawl out of it soon”

“why don't you look at your face first– ass clown?”

“why don't you look at your face first ass clown” he mimicked in a high pitched tone and all you wanted was to stab him there and then

“CAN YOU TWO SHUT UP WE'RE TRYING TO PRACTICE?” one of the team members yelled, causing you two to fall silent and warm up.

the next day,,, one of your best friends had begged you to go to her department because she had misplaced one of her things,, you only agreed on the basis that you'd be getting pizza

you were passing by the theatre to the class she told you to go to,, and you heard someone rehearsing their lines,, you went ahead to see who it was,,

of course it was jun with a script in his hands,,

and you don't know what it was,, but something just pulled you into the room,, maybe it was the way his words echoed of the walls,, the emotion in those alluring eyes of his,,

you actually sat down and listened to him instead of wanting to kill him,,, understanding what the hype was around him,,

like? you didn't even know this side of junhui existed??? excuse me? he was the biggest dick alive to you so you never really paid attention to anything nice that he did but this,,

you didn't even realize he had stopped until someone snapped you out of it

and you saw jun standing right in front of you

“well well well, it looks like I have a fan,” he smirked, folding his arms as he bent down to your level

“h-heck no,, I was just,,, looking for the um.....” you cursed your memory internally for forgetting.

“umm?” he teased,,

“shut up, I really was looking for something,” you snapped

“alright, alright” he surrenders,, raising his hands in defeat. “how was it though?” he asked.

“what?”

“the lines,, i'm sure you heard some of it.”

“they were um,,, good,” you reply,, shyly,, you've never been used to giving him compliments,,

jun nods as an awkward silence befalls the both of you,, you take it as a que to leave,, but then his voice stops you,,

“hey,, why don't you rehearse with me?” he suggested. “my actual partner is really busy and I need someone to rehearse with.”

“uh,, yeah sure?” you reply,,, as he hands you the script,,

jun started reciting his lines and you responded with the same enthusiasm

but the only thing that worried you was the last,, scene

in the script, it was written that jun's chracter would walk over to where you were, push your character against the wall and would try to initiate a kiss but your character would push him away

and so jun recited his last line, “i don't think I've ever tasted lips so fine, heck i'd taste them over and over again” he walked towards you, eventually pushing you against the wall

and your hEART WAS LIKE BADUMP!!

and his face was an inch from away from yours and you could feel his breath tickling your ear and you realized,,, how pretty wen junhui was,, how perfectly sculptured his face was,, those lips,, those cheekbones?? wait what??

and you were so mesmerized with how he acted on stage you didn't really realize you had to play a part as well

jun broke his stance, “you know you're supposed to push me away right?”

AND YOU BECAME RED

“y-yeah uh–but I–um remembered that I left the stove on!” you lied. “aND I DID SO BYE JUN!” you grabbed your bag and yEETED YOURSELF OUT OF THERE

and jun was confused but he ignored it and started rehearsing again

you on the other hand were trying to calm yourself like ???? It's just wen junhui? what the FUCK? Why is your heart racing so fast?? you were so confused? wHY? why is this happening

and the next time you saw him at training, oh dear god

“well if it isn't miss sunshine,” jun grinned.

“shut up jun, your existence makes me want to die,” you muttered,,, you felt your cheeks getting warm,,

“well, great, I think I'd be doing the world a favor.”

“jun if you're going to bother me one more time during practice I'm going to kick you so hard you will lose the ability to entertain a partner” you hissed, as you started warming up.

“nah,, you don't have the balls to do it,” he grinned, especially proud of the pun he used.

“you know what,,, I don't give a damn, so just leave me alone.”

“you give so many damns, they're visible from space,,,” he says,, his face is close to yours,, and you stop BREATHING

jun grins,, he thinks he has rendered you speechless,, as he goes up ahead to train with the boys,,

aND YOU FELT YOUR HEART WAS GOING TO JUST POP OUT OF YOUR CHEST

and now you were noticing all of these little things about him,, from his silly smile, to how he rolls his eyes, copies every small thing someone else does, to his goofy jokes, how his hair falls on his face, or just,,, him in general

all the while trying to keep your angry/annoyed facade so that he wouldn't pick up on it

but oh boy, it's wen junhui

and he notices every goddamn thing

including how much you've been staring at him especially in today's training session

he knew you were acting really weird since the rehearsal thingy but he was letting it slide because he thought you were upset or something and he didn't want to get on your nerves more

regardless, you decided to ignore jun from today onwards,, to stop feeling whatever you were feeling,,

and every thing was going great

you barely talked to him in rowing practice, you didn't attend the plays or even go anywhere near him

and jun,,,, he stopped annoying you as well

for two months

the whole damn university noticed but nobody dared to say anything ,,,,, in fear that you guys won't talk again

you were casually walking to the cafeteria and you heard something that just ,,,,, made your heart stop

“did you hear that jun got injured really badly? He was practicing in the theatre and this glass fell on his foot,,”

aND YOU DID A FULL 180 AND RAN AS FAST AS YOU COULD TO WHERE HE WAS

you had no idea why you suddenly cared so much like sure yeah, it was bad he got hurt but you were running so fast you felt your heart would pop out of your chest

the nurse eventually led you to where he was

and you saw his leg covered in bandages???

and your heart just broke

“hey what are you doing here?” jun asked. “i haven't seen you in like,,, two months?”

“jun I'm sorry–” you felt tears slide down your face. “i'm sorry I ignored you every time you tried to make a conversation with me or whatever I just,,, I had all these feelings that I couldn't figure out and I got scared–”

“hey hey hey, it's okay,” he cooed, as he opened his arms wide, only for them to wrap around you, as you cried in his chest. “no harm done, I promise.”

“no but jun– I was really inconsiderate and I just kept on feeling like I was missing something but I couldn't figure out what it was,” you cried out. “i felt ignoring you would be a solution but I just, I don't know?”

“hey, okay listen to me– what happened in these past two months happened–” he wiped the tears from your face. “but I hope you understand that the only reason I used to bother you a lot was because,, well,,, I really geniunely like you.”

“l-like me?” you stuttered.

“why do you think I annoy the crap out of you?”

“because you're an idiot, you like doing stuff like this,” you answered.

“but you're the only one I annoy?”

“okay that part I missed,” you give him a weak smile,, jun chuckles,, ruffling your hair,,

“in all seriousness though, I hated these two months. I felt like you were upset or something and I didn't want to risk hurting you even more so I stopped talking altogether because I thought you'd talk to me if I did,,” he admitted.

“its my fault this happened in the first place,” you responded. “and I now realize how stupid I am.”

“you're not stupid, you're just an ass clown,” he joked, a playful smile on his face.

“but i'm still sorry, junhui,” you sighed. “i really didn't want this to happen.”

“hey, it's okay– we both were right in our own places.”

“so um now what do we do?” you asked.

“well it depends,” he answered. “does someone want a cute, charming, handsome and brilliant boyfriend?” he grinned.

“only if he wants an amazing, beautiful, smart and talented girlfriend,” you answered.

“oh he sure as hell does,” jun grinned.

[ekkolight]

Are we still friends? [CLOSED]

The worst part about being able to do what he does? The constant string of 'what ifs' that plagued his mind. Entertaining scenarios that were obviously far beyond his grasp, yet they couldn't help but claw and gnaw at the back of his mind. Ideal circumstances. Better outcomes. A family, still united. Still smiling. Their bonds as strong as they'd ever been. In the end, there was really nothing he could do about the cards they'd been dealt that far in the past.

He wasn't a god, after all. Just a guy who could create 'miracles'.

"I've got to get more sleep. My thoughts 're always outta' whack when I'm sleep deprived."

It definitely didn't help that one of her infamous graffiti displays had been etched onto several walls in the area he was currently traversing. He tries his best not to think about her whenever he sees them, but it's kind of hard not to. Still, he needed to keep his head in the game. Especially since something potentially dangerous was going down.

Hearing about Pilties willingly coming down to the under city, while still a little eyebrow raising, wasn't entirely out of the ordinary. The fat cats with muscle in tow, however, was another matter entirely. Whatever it was that brought them here, it was obviously something they couldn't get it done back home. And that was definitely not the kind of info that could reach his ears and make him go 'I'll just mind my own damn business'.

He'd mostly stuck to overhead routes once he'd tracked them down and started tailing them. Rooftops, street lamps and the like. Confronting them wasn't going to do anything but put him in a potentially bad spot, so the most he could do was figure out what exactly they were after and who they were meeting. All he could see that was out of the ordinary was that they were carrying.. something. A modestly sized box that practically screamed 'Valuables inside, please don't take steal'.

Or it would have to the countless other folks around here willing to get their hands dirty to make bank. So far they'd managed to intimidate anyone who even looked their way. How long would that last until they ran into someone who was willing to call out their bluff, though? Hopefully it doesn't come to that, or this whole stakeout would be rendered pointless.

"Seriously, though, how long're ya'll gonna walk around like that? Can't tell if they're actually trying to get somewhere, or if they're just painting a giant target on their back. And I don't think anyone'd be stupid enough to pull that here. Piltie or not."

[yn-dere]

La sorcière • Y!K.TH

Synopsis: The goddess Ashtoreth seemed to have found her worshipper.

Ship/s: Photographer!Taehyung x Antagonist/seductress!Reader

Warning/s: Angst, Yandere/Dark themes, Manipulation, Mentions of killing, Bored and mean reader.

(Note: this takes place in the late 19th century)

'It is not the quality of the desired object that gives us pleasure, but rather the energy of our appetites'

~ Charles Baudelaire, The end of Don Juan

A dejected summer, that's what it was. The suffocating air that leaves you sweltering in your corset but I am anything but, naked on my cold feet with a cigar between those gentil fingers, sluggishly looking out from my apartment window into the florid affluent streets which were once quite and reserved. The sounds of playful squabbling, the occasional delightful squeals of children, the ecstatic laughter of women did nothing to soothe that covetous feeling throbbing at the pit of my stomach. Nor did the family of stars splattered all across the dark night sky with the dazzling moon nowhere to be seen. They seemed to be mocking me with every sparkle, impersonating my woe by disappearing this second only to come back and laugh at my face. Oh well. It hurts my chest as I exhale out the smog; I forgot that I even took a drag. Not even smoke can replace that void in my lungs now.

This moment is slightly pleasant though, accompanied by the crisp breeze that blows in through the drapes, strong enough to make my locks flutter and trigger my cigar to litter on the window railing (that I'm not bothering to clean anytime soon) but not enough to take the glum away with it. The only thing that found me pleasant enough to return. And... the troubled men that found home in my cosy and welcoming bed. Neither of them were guaranteed.

Thinking about men, I glance back into the dark room to spot the man I chose for the night. Blissfully sound asleep between my covers, with a small but radiant smile adorning his regal face. He really emulated the beautiful night sky, the baby constellation spreading across his portrait in the form of les grains de beauté. The way the light reflected off of his unblemished face puts la lune to shame, almost looking as if it is it's own light source. His beauty truly was bewitching and I would've felt envious of it if I didn't know any better.

If I didn't own an enormous dressing mirror in the corner which kept reflecting the street lights back onto my eyes; it was adorned with pink crystals, fresh roses and myrtles, white feathers and burnt out incense that left behind a soft but strong scent. It truly looked like an altar for venus herself, towering over me to have me take a look at the highly sexual, supremely confident, alluring female that offers endless pleasure and a bit of... danger. At least, that's what people men see. And I agree with it. I know the expression does sound like something that would come out of Narcissus' mouth as he stares into his reflection but can you really blame me?

It's the huge impact left on me by years and years of society misjudging me as just another pretty face in the crowd. No matter how hard I worked on something, it would always be de-emphasized. All the blood, sweat and tears only to be wasted because individuals couldn't see the nimble brain past the pleasant portrait. I wanted to stand out, and I did at times but.. not in the way I wanted to. But soon enough, I began to convince myself that maybe this isn't so bad at all, and wearily...

... I accepted it.

I accepted my place in the stupid community as one of those women, a blood sucking succubus is just how they saw me to be exact. Mind you, I've never stood sturdy in any of my subjects until I slowly started to abuse my power and it made me feel competent and sure enough I felt powerful enough to destroy families, to get someone to chase me so feverishly that they lose control but I guess I was never that valuable to keep nor was I important enough for someone to actually care about me. The only difference between your pompous narrator here and a poor mistress is that I don't have a fickle of hope nor do I really care enough about a particular visitor to be left heartbroken.

It still kills me to feel impotent at the end of the day (or the start of the day, when they leave me with nothing). I feel like THE FOOL, a frail dog chasing a car....

....But as the lonely sun finally decides to set to rest and the family of stars gets more discernable with every shimmer against the dark and misty horizon; I, once again find myself repeating history as if my life's a record on the phonograph. But as one get sick of listening to the same song over and over again, there's a momentary pause... and then an appalling revelation; it's seems as though you've been singing the most important part of the song, the chorus, wrong.

And suddenly I can grasp it all..

.

.

.

You see, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't. But is it really enough to keep the attention on you? Is the beauty really enough for the sirens who beckon sailors to their destruction? If that was the case, wouldn't mermaids be able to do the same? Love is-

"...h-hey?"

That deep voice...

Then suddenly, lean icy fingers grabbed my arm and pulled me back into reality just when I started inching through the darkness in my mind.

Oh God. How did I not see him wake up? Especially with the mess he made in an effort to get up from the bed? One of the pillows accompanied with the sheets are on the floor... those velvet covers are really hard to wash. I will never forgive him for that.

But my irritation soon turned into embarrassment when I pondered over how crazy I must have looked, naked while just staring into my mirror with a cigar in hand. Or what was left of it, the soft ash on my fingers, my bare breasts and one of my thighs.

"Is everything a-alright?" He questioned. I looked down to his palm which was still holding my arm with a firm grip. He followed my gaze, his eyes widening slighting as he quickly let it go. "I m-mean, you were kind of dazed off or something. I thought..." he muttered after clearing his throat in a futile attempt at ceasing the stuttering. "Yeah.. I was just thinking about something" I replied as I looked up at his eyes and his orbs that were just suffering with nervousness and uncertainty were now swimming in curiosity. I couldn't help but let a giggle get past my lips. He hummed in response as his brows furrowed. "about.. this." I uttered, feigning a bashful look. His brows furrowed even further, creating small lines on his otherwise smooth forehead. "What do you mean by "this" ?" He seems to have forgotten his tense stance and the risqué side of me wanted to bring it back so I tried. "Our liaison, everything we did and...." if it weren't for the pin drop silence in the room, I would've never heard his breath hitching as he waited for me to continue. "Us." I finished with a whisper...

... After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for him to answer, my patience wore thin so I couldn't help but gently poke his chest. It surely did broke the trance he was in and the cute timid man was back. "Uh- I- uhm" he stuttered, looking at everything but my presence. I slowly started to feel the disappointment building up in the bottom of my stomach. Why do I when I didn't even expected anything else? If this is the only way it can go for me, why not have a little fun? I couldn't help but let out a smirk which I covered in a second, hoping he didn't see it. "I might be quite racy at times but I don't just do this with anyone. I thought I told you in the tavern that if you are to leave, leave already..." as soon as I finished bluffing the sadness in my voice, I casted my eyes downwards at his feet as I anticipated the same white lies but they never came. I awaited the "I will never leave you", "you're the best thing that ever happened" or my personal favorite one " I have a wife and kids that I love very dearly" but he didn't say anything. And just as I was about to look up, the smooth dark honey voice cut me off.

"And I thought I told you that I didn't want to follow you back home for whatever fleshly pleasures you had to offer.." the hint of disappointment was evident. This was a new one to add in the book, eh? "But because my precious cameras are all in vain without your figure and your lively soul.. like an empty canvas to an artist with no references or muse." My ears couldn't help but perk up as he continued, " Sure, they might not be too good at capturing the enigma that is you as the films only render in shades of grey which evidently fails to recognize the different shades of your blush and the undertones, but this is all that I have..."

It's his time to wait as I, for the first time, didn't know what to say. He opened his lips once again "I would be lying if I said I didn't gravely fell in love the second I took my first glance at you months ago. Love at first sight was never my thing but you cleared all my doubts about the idea". I wanted to mock him and tell him about how lust in first sight is a thing, not love but I rather chose to humor him. "That's what they all said..." I slowly look up at his face, looking at each and every feature carefully leaving out his mors than intense eyes. "Who are "they"?" He asked with a slight fury in his voice and the sharp edge of the words spoken almost gashed my already tainted soul. I wish I didn't faked the courage and take a glance into his orbs since I saw the immense anger and hatred through his narrowed eyes as he scrutinized my very existence. I withered uncomfortably under his glare, already regretting opening my mouth without thinking.

"You seriously didn't just compare me to those men, did you? After everything I've done? After I got rid of those hideous women that had nothing else to do but spread nasty rumours about you because the same husbands that couldn't get it up for them were lusting after you? Because they couldn't hold their husbands accountable so they were threatened by you?" He took a sharp but shaky breath before continuing, "Or after I got rid of those men who bonded over their heinous fantasies about violating you?..." I cover my mouth, I feel like throwing up. Not because I don't want to/can't believe it but because this is alot of information to take in in a few minutes. I heard him sigh and his voice suddenly changed from being gruff to soft in a second as he saw my terrified look, "you see these hands, sweetheart?" He said in a slightly coaxing voice as he laid his large hand on top of mine, "They were only used to clicking pictures of everything beautiful and developing them but now, they're stained with shed blood of anyone who dared to lay a finger on you.... You made me this way. You made me so empathetically challenged. You did this."

Me? Me...

I did this. I made him this way.

"How could you have been so blind?"

How could I have been so blind?

Maybe I didn't give myself enough credit.

And as he continued to stare into my frame with such adoration that it reminded me of what I was thinking about before he startled me by waking up...

As I was saying previously, lust is what makes one take a glance at you. Temptation is what makes them throw caution in the air, when they know they shouldn't but it's still not enough to keep the attention on you. Love is. It is the greatest weapon of all. It's the most exceptional power that you can have over someone. Making them do what they never thought they ever would do, act in ways they might've mocked previous to meeting you, taking up any space in their mind that was left for rationality and instead plaguing it with sweet obsession. Not even fear dares to compete with love when it comes to power. If anything, they go hand in hand. It truly turns a mermaid to a siren.

Wow. It's not the family of stars that I envied, who would want to look like some aliens just jizzed all over the sky? I was made to be la lune, who with all her blemishes littering her skin still stood unfazed as her admirers wrote poems about her beauty. It's not the homely women that I envied, I have always been quite sophisticated but I just wanted to belong somewhere.

I wanted power over someone or something.

And the thought of me making this man do the most vile acts of crime that humanity cannot even begin to visualize in their brains flared up the familiar feeling of ascendency and competency but this time? It was about to stay. Why? Because he is to stay.

I softly smiled at that thought and slowly held my small hands up to his face to caress his cheeks. The shyness got to him as he squeezed his eyes shut to relish in the contact without having to look at my amused face. I could feel him slowly shaking under finger tips, his face was warm unlike the rest of his body. The effect that my small gesture had on him is unlike anything I've ever seen or experienced. This isn't vulgar, this is sensual. And sure, what I feel might not be love but it has one thing in common with it. It's a drug. A high we're both on, and not even my cigar, my only companion for so long can compete with it.

Let's see how long this lasts before I drain all life out of him... or maybe, this is forever but I doubt. Then again, he- wait a minute... what's his name, again? This is going to suck. As I was saying, he does like to surprise me so let's hope for the best.

"Okay, let's just forget we met like this... hello, my name's y/n", I reached out for his hand to shake with a small smile on my face. He erupted into giggles as he took my hand, "Nice to meet you y/n, this is taehyung." Taehyung. Oh taehyung. And suddenly the cheerful atmosphere turned into something sinister as I pulled him in.

"Taehyung, I am like a raging flame.. don't be a moth and get too close or I might destroy you" I whispered in my raspy voice, the smirk that played in my rouge lips being incredibly devilish along with that red unnatural glint in my eye.

"I want to be destroyed."

[meetmeatthecoda]

Lately, I've found myself drawn to stories ( and I mean drawn to as in envisioning those stories in my head, thinking them through to the very last detail, not reading, let alone writing them down, because I've long since accepted that they will never turn out quite the same on the paper ) where Red is the one who'd been seriously hurt and, therefore, rendered unconscious for an indefinite amount of time and worried Liz is the one who doesn't leave his side, hoping and praying and pleading that he would wake up. Probably, something that has to do with how unfair it is that we've seen Red keep vigil by hurt!Lizzy's side – playing music for her, holding her hand, reading to her etc. – a number of times and yet, over the course of 8 seasons, never have ever been allowed the pleasure of seeing Liz do the same for him ( not even when he was shot – because she left to retrieve the Fulcrum and couldn't come back until the fight was over – or when he was poisoned – because she'd been waiting to be cleared to see him and he ran away the moment he wasn't actively dying, because that's Red for you all ), even though she loves and cares about him as much as he loves and cares about her.

I mean, just imagine the possibilities!

Liz pacing around the waiting area of Red's mobile hospital while he's in surgery, unable to think about anything else other than how he looked – battered and broken and barely alive – when they've found him and how his head rested in her lap ( she could almost convince herself that he was merely dozing, if he wasn't so deathly pale and still and there wasn't so much blood on his clothes and her clothes and her hands and the backseat of the car ) and his hand was limp in her death grip as they rushed him to his doctors and she whispered words of reassurance and encouragement to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her and how she had to fight the instinct to curl around her lover and snarl at anyone who would come close because she can't let him be hurt further as the medics took him away from her, exchanging observations and orders that didn't sound particularly reassuring. She's also acutely aware of the fact that Red is fighting for his life – there, just a few feet away from her – and, though he's the strongest man she's ever known, he may not win, and so she makes a promise to the empty air in front of her that she will kill him herself if he dares to give up on her and Agnes like that now, when they've just reached the good, right place in their relationship, just confesses their feelings to each other. At some point, Dembe most certainly pulls Liz in for a hug, letting her cry in his shoulder, doing his best to comfort her ( even though there's nothing that can bring her more comfort than Red's hug, when he – alive and whole – wraps his arms protectively around her and holds her close and lets her hide from the whole world in his arms, his chest, his shoulder and neck – wherever she prefers to burrow her face at the time – and the memory itself makes her cry harder, because there's a possibility that he will never hug her like that again ), even though he's just as worried and scared as she is, and Mr Kaplan helps Liz clean up, washing away Red's blood from her hands and producing seemingly out of the thin air fresh clothes for her to change into.

Red, of course, pulls through the surgery, beating all odds, and Liz's heart floods with relief at the good news before sinking when the doctor explains to her and Dembe and Mr Kaplan the extent of Red's injuries and that it's impossible to say when – or even if – he wakes up.

And so the waiting game begins. Liz doesn't leave Red's side, holding his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb and never letting go, constantly talking to him and reading to him and even asking Dembe to bring the record player and some records from the Bethesda apartment to play to him, hoping that it would elicit some kind of response from him. Yet, as they days go by, there's not a single, smallest sign that he's aware of anything that's going on around him, that he's still there somewhere and is trying to find his way back to her, to them – he doesn't stir, doesn't so much as flutter his eyelashes, and Liz grows more desperate with each passing day, even though the doctor assures her that Red's slowly but surely improving ( but she can't see it with her own eyes, and if she can't see it, she's less likely to believe it, the more time passes with him just lying there, undisturbed by the loud, chaotic world around him ).

And then there's Agnes... While Liz keeps vigil at Red's bedside, the babysitting duties are split equally between Aram and Samar, Charlene and Cooper, Ressler and Audrey and Dembe and Mr Kaplan. Yet more often than not whoever picks little Agnes up from school and / or her ballet classes brings her over to the safe-house where Liz and Red are. She doesn't seem to be as unnerved by Red's state as her mommy is, climbing on his bed each time she visits ( after giving her mommy the biggest hug, of course ) and leaning in close to him, examining his face thoughtfully before half-asking, half-stating "He's still tired, mommy?". And Liz usually replies with a hoarse "Yes, baby" because she doesn't trust herself not to get choked up if she tries to answer more eloquently. Agnes simply nods then, satisfied with the explanation why he hasn't woken up yet, and settles against Red's side – mindful of his injuries and the spider web of wires and tubes connecting him to all sorts of monitors and machines – and either naps ( especially, on ballet classes days ) or tells her mommy and Red ( she talks to him just like Liz does much too easily – promising him to show him the new moves she's learnt when he wakes up etc. – as if she's already done that before or seen anyone else do that... unbeknownst to Liz, she did both – when Liz herself was in a coma, Agnes both saw Red talk to her mommy and was encouraged by him to talk to her, too, because it may help her mommy sleep easier and maybe she'll get better sooner and finally wake up ) about her day or does her homework or draws ( more often than not, she draws either cards for Red to read when he wakes up or just things she wants him to see ). And when the time comes for her to leave, she always kisses Red on the cheek, wishing him "sweet dreams" and to get better soon, and then gives her mommy, who tries so very hard not to tear up but fails miserably, a hug and a kiss, too, and tells her frequently that she shouldn't cry because Red is just too tired, just like she – Liz – once was, and that he just needs to sleep a bit more.

And when the door behind Agnes closes and Liz is sure her daughter won't see / hear her, she breaks down hard, in big, ugly sobs, because her little girl shouldn't be acting so naturally in this kind of situation and because she wishes so hard that Red just woke up, because she can't do this, any of this, without him.

In the end, once his body has healed itself enough and he regained enough of his strength, Red, of course, does wake up. It's a slow process, and Liz thinks she might either faint or go mad from the overwhelming feelings that are swirling inside of her when Red moves for the first time in what seems to her like forever – squeezing her hand feather-lightly – and when he leans slightly, unconsciously into her touch when she strokes his cheek – out of habit, without even expecting any sort of reaction from him and being pleasantly surprised – and when he opens his eyes for the first time – it's a brief occurrence, with his eyes slipping shut tiredly again after just a few moments, and he's still pretty much out of it, apparently, not even noticing her presence by his side, but for Liz it's a major event – and when he finally, finally looks directly at her – alive and conscious and alert – and calls her "Lizzy". He's still weak and his voice sounds terrible and Liz knows she shouldn't let all of her pent-up feelings – the fear and despair and frustration and love and relief and exhaustion – out on him like that – he's just woken up, after all – but she can't hold back the tears nor the jumbled mess of "thank you"s and "I love you"s and " "I've missed you"s and "I'm so so happy you're back" and "I was so worried" and "Don't ever scare me like that again" that spills from her lips as she leans in to kiss him lightly and give him the gentlest of hugs...

(Since I'm not a ficwriter and, therefore, have no intentions of using this pile of ideas/images/feelings myself, I wouldn't mind at all if you or any other writer drew inspiration from this rambling of mine)

Ahhhhh 😭😭😭 Are you sure you're not a fic writer, anon?? Cause this reads like some quality hurt/comfort to me!! 🥲🥲 Honestly, this is a lovely scenario to imagine & it gives me a slightly bitter sense of satisfaction to think of Liz suffering through just a fraction of the time Red spent by her side while she was in her coma... especially if it's the catalyst for fEeLiNgS to emerge tee hee bc, you're RIGHT, we were woefully deprived of those situations in the show & I'll never not be sad about it tbh. More specifically, things I love the most about this in no particular order: Liz having to "fight the instinct to curl around her lover & snarl" *swoon*, Liz swearing she will kill him herself if he dies LMAO, Dembe hugging her for comfort & Mr. Kaplan helping her get cleaned up 🥺🥺🥺, Liz playing records for Red yasss, AGNES & everyone taking turns babysitting her while she misses her Daddy desperately but deals with the situation with a maturity & grace beyond her years in an effort to help her grieving Mommy through it cool cool mkay mkay, Liz only breaking down once Agnes leaves OWWW, anddddd Liz being a blubbering mess when Red finally wakes up & calls her "Lizzie" & they kiss *whispers* it's fine, i'm fine 🙃 IN CONCLUSION, I love this anon, thank you for sharing this lovely little AU with me!! 🥰 And much, much love to you, of course, my friend!! ❤️

[night-triumphantt]

The way u draw.. I am simping in the chat! Seriously tho, you draw so well! I've been practicing drawing for a while but still can't find my groove/style. How did you find yours?

Hey! Thank you so much for sending this first of all v sweet! Also, buckle up this might get a bit long :D

Finding my style was a process and is a mixture of MANY different things, Style definitely comes naturally as you progress as an artist. You will start to gain it as you learn how to draw better technically as well as from absorbing it from the artists that inspire you as you are learning.

For me, animation, in its many forms, is a large part of the style that I go for, and then also a lot of baroque period art (Think Caravaggio, w the intense lighting, which admittedly I do not get to emulate often but it is honestly something that does inform my more rendered artworks and also the level of *dramaaaa* i like to go for sometimes :D. It is also one I am STILL learning and working on as its a more recent undertaking). And then just concept art in general (again often for animation).

Style as an artist is something we can effect in that we can choose the things that inspire us and lean that direction as well as add our own inclinations to to end up w something unique!

That said,I am gonna try and recount my journey for u, w some pictures to show u if I can of my many many inspirations (also some comparisons to my very old art :P)

Aight, so, I wont repost any individual artists art but Caleb Thomas (Ctchrystler on twitter) was a HUGE inspiration on my art as I was learning. As was Ravietta (She is here on tumblr as well as on Deviantart).

Caleb uses some amazing angles and I loved his character designs as well as how he would create an environment for his characters (def spurred my love of faux screen cap style) I liked how his characters felt like they were interacting w eachother. He also did animations which I still absolutely adore! (You should def check out his work, I believe he works on the dragon prince now as a storyboard artist, he also has an insta).

Ravietta also has some stunning character animation work. I also highly recommend looking at her work! I also love her coloring style she has a great grasp on mood and color!

Both are extremely skilled, a lot of my style formation came from emmulating them! (I still truly love their art!)

As for other things that influenced my style, Avatar the last air bender and ESPECIALLY Legend of Korra were heavy influencers on how I drew (actually, that drawing up there on the right was my own LOK inspired OC lolllll) I realllly enjoyed looking through character sheets and especially the facial expression references and animation key frames! I spent a lot of time looking those up and trying to copy them.

I was also hella inspired by many Disney animators, Specifically their concept art, especially Glen Keene, I tried for a while to emulate that style as well :P

I def suggest looking at the concept art for movies or shows you love, that was a lot of what I tried (and try) to do! They are some of my favorite things ever and definitely heavily inform my art. Animators are very good at giving characters ‘weight’ and dimension, also helped me practice getting better at expressions :P (I still like to look them up for reference/inspiration now)

I also used to practice a lot of realistic portrait drawing as well as gesture drawings which helped A LOT with just understanding the general anatomy of people & its something I think we can always practice (I still do now :P)

So to bring it full circle, my art style is just a mixture of all of those things that I learned from as well as just,, the way my brain interprets the world i guess would be the best way to describe it? (art is interesting that way, you can always tell which artist did something cuz theres always just a lil ‘fingerprint’ that we all leave, :P)

And to round it off, here are some drawings from 2014 that I could dig up as well as one where I had been watching videos done by sycra and did a sorta before/after watching (Sycra is a YouTuber, who’s videos I also recommend, he did some critique videos where he would p much just, help artists make their drawings better and I used to watch those all the time, I also still use his foreshortening technique!)

I Reaalllly hope this helped and was what you were looking for, pls, do not hesitate to send more questions, I would love to answer them! (And to the person who was asking for anatomy tips, I saw ur ask! I’m workin on it :P)