Hey, idk if you’ve been asked this before or if it’s a common question but how are you so fast on the cass apocalyptic series??? Are you really good with handling motivation or is this all purely powered by passion? /pos (I absolutely love your art btw)
I work in the animation industry. And in that industry, you're either fast or fired.
I'm fast~
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tw dub con; non con (spying without consent); yandere
I can't decide if I want this with yandere gojo or naoya tbh but you're indebted to their family who saved you as a child. since you were orphaned they took you in, educated you and gave you a place to work within their household as a tea girl.
but you grew up together, your lives intertwined. yes, they were mean and possessive towards you but they would also grow furious if anyone took your attention away from them. they hated it when people confused you as a sibling, and would get frustrated when they were teased for having a crush on you. teenage years were hard, all raging hormones and petty fights. a first kiss exchanged which only made them think that they had some ownership over you.
as the years went by their desire only flourished. but they were adults now, they couldn't behave as recklessly, having to hold back their impulses with a tight rope lest their families catch wind of their behavior. however, that doesn't stop them from passing by your room late at night, peeking in to watch you get undressed or whimper softly to yourself when you would touch yourself beneath the sheets. they would corner you when you would least expect it, a predator constantly watching it's prey. eyes full of lust, full of hunger, using every ounce of restraint from allowing their claws to sink into your soft, plush skin.
but they've always been given whatever they wanted. and really, what makes you so different?
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("stop talking" that sign won't stop me because i can't read lol *COMES INTO YOUR INBOX WITH MALICIOUS INTENT (AFFECTIONATE)*)
It was right there. It was right there on Stede's tongue again. Simmering, sparkling, just begging to be uttered.
"I..."
Yet still, he choked up a bit. It tangled itself up, struggling to go aloft like it almost had before. Because, what if it was still too fast? What if it was still a bit too...whim-prone? He wanted to respect Ed's wishes, respect his boundaries. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely fine between them.
And he wanted to love him, most of all. However Ed wished, however Ed was most comfortable, Stede wanted to love him.
So, he didn't want to jump the gun, didn't want to be too hast—
"Say it."
Stede startled out of his thoughts to see Ed looking equally startled, as though those two words had slipped from his hands like a flopping fish.
"W-what?" Stede asked.
The lovely brown eyes averted, looking downward at their feet. But it was short-lived; Ed took a deep breath and slowly eased back up to connect their stares.
"You can say it," Ed said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Ed..."
"I mean, uh, don't have to, if you don't want to. Just thought you wanted dibs after the last time. If that's even what you were gonna say. Was that what you were gonna say—"
It was Stede's turn to slice through the conversation. Instead of words though, he let his touch do the talking for the time being, reaching to tenderly frame Ed's face with his hands. He couldn't help but let out a sigh, a breath that carried so many notes of fondness, relief, and affection that he almost felt lightheaded with it.
Or maybe it was the weight of the words he carried, the warmth of what lived deep within his heart.
Regardless, it was so much, so much that he couldn't help but press a soft kiss to that pretty mouth.
"I was," Stede whispered when they parted. "Is that alright?"
The look Ed gave him almost made him topple over, but assured him all the same.
"Never wanted to hear something more."
Stede shivered with the amount of affection that surged up inside him. Goodness, they had come so far. They had eased onward, hand-in-hand, together. They had overcome adversity, smoothed out rough patches, and fought alongside each other.
And they had loved. God, had they loved.
So, with a breath, another kiss, and a smile that carried the stars, was Stede able to utter what he had wanted to for so, so long—that wonderful, beautiful, perfect truth.
"I love you, Ed Teach."
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