#that feeling when you draw with no top/bottom positions in you head lol

[iiping]

au where alhaitham is the only one in sumeru who can speak ancient merfolk language so he has to take in kaveh, the last merman whom the akademiya just rescued 🥹

you can read my tiny short fanfic here! (wow it’s been ages since i had the urge to write something!)

[monakisu]

I want you to know that I came across a random post of your Death Note art, went "Awww, oh my gosh, with the way this person draws Light I think Akechi would look fantastic in the same style!", clicked onto your profile, and then saw your newest artwork was Akechi. I'm still kind of cackling over it and thought maybe you'd find it funny too. Your art is SO cute, I'm very happy I found it <333

HAHA THAT’S AMAZING (<< was an akechi artist wayyyy before i fell head over heels for light)

but rlly… theyre so similar:

- brunet

- asshole

- pretty boy

- mass murderer

- black-haired homoerotic rival

at the end of the day, the key difference is one is a top and the other is a bottom.

ok but seriously, they’re vastly different characters on a fundamental level:

- light was handed everything him on a silver platter: family, friends, looks, intellect, a comfortable life… as a bastard child of a sex worker and now an orphan, goro had to fight his way to his current position and will always harbor a terrible sense of inferiority (light is completely confident in his absolute superiority, Always (that’s why the challenge of L sent him off the deep end of obsession lol))

- light genuinely sees himself as a hero, while goro would like to feel the same but is nonetheless depressingly aware of his villain’s journey (his undesirable position as the detective vs the underdog phantom thieves, his string of assassinations, his ultimate dirty bloody goal, etc.).

- light’s motive is about the world’s salvation, cleansing, the birth of his ideal reality (very messianic of him with the slightest loving tinge of mary cradling her lamb hahaha) while goro is laser-focused on ruining this one asshole’s life in particular, vengeance and revenge at once! one’s focused on rebirth, and the other gunning straight for death! they both use murder to get what they want but light probably floats around thinking himself so clean and divine as mother of the world (ignorance is bliss) while goro is constantly desperately trying to cover up his suspiciously red hands with his gloves hehehe… they’re both constantly striving for perfection, just with varying levels of self-awareness!!

- goro is a canonical loner; light has a horde of friends; this is probably due to a difference in public persona! goro is an untouchable idea of what he thinks a human should be and is completely out of the loop when it comes to normal social interactions (believes opening with hegel will instantly endear himself to the average person (luckily he inflicted that upon akira who is decidedly not average in the slightest)), light is implied to be more down-to-earth and even slightly goofy (he’s gaming decorum like an advanced speedrunner)! it’s probably good how distant goro is, because getting any closer to him will allow you to see how off-putting and uncanny he is, sorta like an AI-generated image—seams in the wrong places and far too much teeth LOL. meanwhile light has this whole shebang so thoroughly figured out that he’s BORED with it all! he’d like to move on to the next game (with L), thank you!! light definitely still exudes uncanny creepiness (it’s his natural state of being) especially when he zones out or starts hysterically cackling out of nowhere at his own thoughts, but he’s a hundred times better at masking compared to goro due to a better upbringing. goro is starved for the adoring friends he sees akira easily picking up one after another; light couldn’t give less of a shit because he’s always had those trivial luxuries! he’d much rather prefer an adoring WORLD!!

- then there’s the difference in how they die… one started out surrounded with company but ultimately died alone, while it’s the opposite for the other (if you count the de-realization of maruki’s reality as goro’s “death” (which i don’t)).

- in conclusion, light and goro are like funhouse mirror reflections of each other!!! one is a pampered lapdog getting a taste of rabies and letting loose, while the other is a starving wolf trying to domesticate itself for treats and headpats!! and i <3 them both!!!!!

anyways i may be wrong about light because im going purely off of fics, tumblr shitposts, and my own imagination :] feel free to school me in a way that won’t destroy my delusions!

[1ovewoo]

bubbly - jung wooyoung ♡

cw/tags: fem reader, hot tub sex, dry humping, clothed sex (?) bc they're in swimsuits lol, semi-public sex, making out, nipple play

note: something possessed me and when i regained consciousness i had this. idk i was just thinking abt how i've read a few pool sex fics w san but i personally have never seen an wooyoung one so i did pool sex but BETTER aka hot tub sex<3 hope u enjoy

the warm bubbles soothe your tired muscles as you slide into the hot tub, letting the jets massage your back and legs as your eyes fall shut in relaxation.

wooyoung stands on the edge and admires the way the soft blue lights illuminate you in the otherwise dim light of the hotel rooftop, an even prettier view than the city skyline behind you, in his opinion, before he slips into the water alongside you.

you open your eyes and grin at him, sidling over and tossing a leg over his lap to straddle him, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

his hands smooth down your back to grip your hips, encouraging you to grind against him as your tongues intertwine and your body temperatures rise even more, steam from the water rising around your bodies into the night air, the only sounds being the bubbling of the jets, faint chatter and noise from the city far below, and the quiet sighs and moans that you each let out.

soon, the kiss grows more frantic, as do your thrusts as you grind harder against wooyoung’s aching cock through the thin layers of your swimsuits.

one of wooyoung’s hands slides around to crawl under your bikini top, palming your breast and teasing your nipple with little strokes of his thumb.

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” he murmurs against your lips

“mhm, close,” you whine, adjusting your position just right so that the tip of his cock catches against your clit on every glide of your hips.

your moans and cries become more desperate as you speed up your pace, racing towards your high, unable to even keep moving your lips and simply letting your mouth hang open, allowing wooyoung to lap at your tongue as your orgasm creeps up on you.

with a gentle pinch to your nipple and wooyoung sucking your bottom lip into his mouth to nip at it, you finally reach your climax and let out a string of moans and cries of your boyfriend’s name as waves of pleasure wash over you, continuing to move your hips in little circles, trying to draw out your high and also bring wooyoung to completion.

a few seconds later, wooyoung cums as well, groaning with his lips pressed to your cheek as he grips your hips with both hands and thrusts up against you a few times while he spills his load into his swim shorts and subsequently, the hot tub.

for a few moments the only sounds are those of your heavy breaths as the two of you come down, your head resting in the crook of wooyoung’s neck while his hands rub circles in your back.

you feel him place a soft kiss on the crown of your head and you can’t help but smile when he whispers a sweet “i love you” into the cool night air.

ty for reading! if you enjoyed this and would like to support my works please consider reblogging or checking out my masterlist!

© 1ovewoo 2023

[sluttywonwoo]

All I can think about is somnophilia with Wonwoo (with consent of course) I feel like he would try not to wake you up but is just so horny and then he goes feral or something but sweet at the same time LOL

you’ve talked about it before, he knows you like it, but it still makes him feel a little pervy. he supposes it is, regardless of whether or not you’re asking him to. you’re unconscious, totally unaware of your surroundings. wasn’t it at least a little wrong?

still, wonwoo’s so hard he can barely stand it. he needs relief and you’re practically offering yourself to him on a silver platter.

he doesn’t want to wake you. if he did, he knows you’d just ask him why he didn’t use you in your sleep.

so, with another self-pep talk (“she’s into it, you’re into it, don’t be a pussy c’mon”), he gingerly pulls back the covers to reveal your sleeping form.

his cock twitches again as he takes in the sight of you. you’d worn one of his t-shirts to bed. it’s long on you but it had ridden up in your sleep, exposing both your panties and a strip of bare skin just above the elastic band on your hip.

wonwoo’s careful as he slips into bed next to you. you’re not a light sleeper but too much movement would likely wake you up, and it’d be a bummer to end this before it even started.

you curl up to him instinctively and he smiles, kissing you on top of your head.

with a bit of trial and error, wonwoo’s able to get a hand down between your legs so that he can begin to touch your over your underwear. it’s agonizingly slow, but it works. you don’t so much as stir but you do start to get wet. he can feel your arousal soaking through the fabric and coating his fingers, and he wants nothing more than to rip those stupid boy shorts off and bury his face in between your thighs.

but since he can’t, he settles for this. for touching you over your panties. for sliding them to the side ever so gently and rubbing your clit in a way that makes you furrow your brows in your sleep. for sliding one finger inside of you and then two, watching with a smirk as you frown in pleasure.

he fingers you until you’re dripping down his forearm (he can’t help but pause to lick it up— he’s just a simple man and he’s only so strong and he really tried to resist but just couldn’t help himself…) and then rolls you onto your back.

you cling to him, even when he pulls away to get his cock out. it’s only for a second, just long enough for him to shove his sweats down under his ass, but you reach for him in sleep-laced desperation, whining like you’re on the verge of tears.

wonwoo shushes you even though you’re dead to the world and takes another second to admire his work. you’re so worked up and you’re not even conscious. he can’t remember the last time he’s seen you this wet… your pussy’s glistening in the darkness of the room and he just wants to spit on it, add to the mess, make you even wetter, but he knows it’ll be too loud so he doesn’t.

what he does instead is get into position and notch the head of his cock inside of you, pushing in slowly until he’s bottomed out.

wonwoo has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. you feel so good around him. you’re clenching already and he knows you’re not doing it on purpose but it makes him want to curse your name and your cunt for rendering him pussydrunk this early on.

he draws his hips back, almost pulling all the way out, and then eases them forward again. it’s experimental, trying to find a pace that’ll get you off but won’t wake you up, but his luck runs out before he can get it locked in.

“nonu?” you ask sleepily, blinking your eyes open to see your boyfriend on top of you. “what’s going-”

“shh baby,” he whispers in response, “go back to sleep.”

“but?”

“it’s okay, angel. just rest. you have to work in the morning.”

you start to nod, then cut yourself off with a surprised moan. “feels… good,” you mumble.

“yeah?” wonwoo affirms, leaning down to kiss you on the lips now that you’re somewhat awake. “i’ll make you feel even better, okay?gonna take care of you, baby. just be a good girl and rest while i do all the work.”

[the-moon-devi]

🌺 KLET TALK!! ||Asteroid Klet 😻💗

🔞⚠️🛑TW:THIS INCLUDES EXPLICIT GRAPHICS AND S3XUAL CONTEXT!! READER DESRECTION ADVISED!!

⚠️NSFW❤️‍🔥

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I haven't seen many post or descriptions on certain asteroids,( especially s3x ones) and I think it's fun how astrology can tell you how your whole body, mind and soul operates!! WITH THAT BEING SAID WELCOME TO MY SEX ROOOMMM JK LOL!!❤️‍🔥 my aqaurius moon and aries sun is talking! LOL 😂

I'll be descriptive as possible when talking about these asteroids. If your offended or uncomfortable about these things then click off. It's important you keep in mind that I'm going off of my own intuitive mind and my personal wisdom. This is how I think placements would manifest in the physical. BTW I'm always right,🤣  just a disclaimer!!

( da pics from pinterest)

Every vagina is beautiful just as flowers 🌸

♡♡《ASTEROID KLET (2199)》♡♡

♡ TYPE IN ASTRO.COM

♡ PRESS ON THE THREE LITTLE BARS IN TOP SCREEN IT'LL BE ON THE UPPER LEFT CORNER

♡ PRESS ON FREE HOROSCOPES

♡ AT THE VERY BOTTOM PRESS "HOROSCOPE DRAWING & DATA"

♡ PRESS "EXTENDED CHART SELECTION "

♡ TYPE IN BIRTH INFO

♡ SCROLL DOWN TO VERY BOTTOM YOU SHOULD SEE A TEXT BOX (IT SAYS MANUAL ENTRY) ENTER "2199"

♡ SHOW CHART

♡ LOOK FOR KLET IN THE HOUSE, DEGREE, AND SIGN

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❤️‍🔥🔞♀️💋KLET is basically feminine sexuality, it can also represent how your vagina might look like certain special features etc. (EACH DESCRIPTION WILL VARY BASED OFF OF ETHNICITY/ GENETICS). I would even associate it with how others perceive your sexuality and how your vagina💦💥 performs during sex. Oh and of course the klet≈clit.🌺 What does it take for her to get stimulated? 🌸💮🍓

KLET IN ARIES ♈:

❤️‍🔥 you could like to take control or you like very dominate partners

❤️‍🔥you are seen as someone who is very sexually active or very sexy in the eyes of others

❤️‍🔥 your sexuality can be quite domineering in the bedroom

Channeled song:

💋your vagina might be warm or either Hella tight because aries is about war and friction it just gives me those vibes for some reason

💋men could get easily intimidated with your vagina

💋 raw and rough sex

💋your vagina may have a red hue to it

💋 big sexual appetite

💋 to get the clit stimulated you might have to use a lot of force

💋 doesn't take long for you to climax

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KLET IN TAURUS ♉:

🧡 YOUR SEXUALITY IS VERY SENSUAL AND PLEASURABLE

🧡 MONEY & STABILITY COULD LITERALLY MAKE YOU 💦🍦

🧡ATTRACT MEN WHO ARE WEALTHY OR HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE

🧡 YOU MOST LIKELY DONT LIKE CASUAL SEX YOU WANT IT WITH SOMEONE YOU COULD BUILD WITH AND WHO IS COMMITTAL

Channeled Song:

🍉 ( could have really pink/brownish hues)

🍉 you might have a more fatty vagina could have more skin like an outie or something like that

🍉 I feel like yall need to get ate out since Taurus rules the mouth and throat

🍉 you are what you eat 👀👀💋

🍉 also you kinda like to be teased and worked up slowly to stimulation

🍉 you might prefer head over intercourse

🍉during sex you like to be kissed as well as your 🐱

🍉might take longer for you to orgasm

🍉 your clit gets stimulated with someone giving you mouth action

🍉 slow and steady wins the race 💦💦

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KLET IN GEMINI ♊

💚 KNA YALL KNOW GEMINI IS THE LOVERS CARD IN Tarot SO STOP TALKING SHIIIII ABOUT GEMINIS

💚 yall have a very youthful young and free teen ager type vibe of sexuality

💚" once you have my mind you got my cookie"

💚you play mind games on men and make them think they gone get sum

💚pure sexuality and curiosity about sex

Channeled Song

Positions-Ariana Grandé

🌱 your vagina could look very new or versatile that's the best way ik how to put it (hope it makes sense 😕)

🌱this sounds weird but give this a try let your partner talk to your 🐱 listen your coochie is a living entity too. So let your partner whisper to her let him blow some air on that kitty 🤭😹 (gemini is a air sign, words of affirmation is key!)

🌱very experimental in sex

🌱changing positions

🌱 I feel like whoever yall have sex with you take a piece of their brain 🧠

🌱 speak affirmations on your womb it could really benefit

🌱 I think yall like an equal give and take in the bedroom

🌱 to stimulate the clit your partner might have to change up their motion if ya know what I mean 😫😌

🌱 clit gets stimulate through being talked through orgasm

Aka I'm here for a good time not a long time- Gemini in klet 🌱

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KLET IN CANCER ♋:

🌸 "SLIPPERY EXCUSE ME PLEASE ME" 💦💦💦

🌸 "69": BY TEYANA TAYLOR

🌸 YA'LL SEXUALITY IS LIKE I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU

🌸 ITS GIVING VERY SENSUAL AND CUTE

🌸 MOTHERING TYPE

🌸COULD COME OFF AS CUTESY OR INNOCENT THIS COULD BE APART OF YOUR FEMININE SEXUAL ENERGY

🌸 YALL LIKE YOUR BOOBIES SUCKED ON

🌸 NIPPLE STIMULATION 😮‍💨

🌸 VERY BEAUTIFUL SEXUAL ENERGY AND MOON LIKE

Channeled Songs:

💗your vagina may look very moist

💗fertile looking ?

💗pretty p*ssy fr fr

💗 may get a lot of compliments on how wet it is

💗 may get stimulated when you have an emotional connection with your partner

💗 you definitely don't like casual sex / one night stands

💗 breeding kink ??

💗you might get alot of men who try to get you pregnant on purpose

💗 yall can be freaks ONCE YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE

💗 69 ??

💗 your womb wants to have sex with men who feel like home

💗 p*ssy fairy 🧚‍♂️

💗 typical for yall to have sex with someone you see yourself being married to and having kids with

💗 clit gets stimulated by foreplay & touch ☝🏽

💗they can get turned on when they are able to nurture their partner

💗 Cancerians need someone they feel emotionally secure with but they really are very sexual and once they feel comfortable with you anything you do is a turn on 😫😮‍💨

( this my placement btw)😁💓

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KLET IN LEO ♌:

🐱RAW SEXUALITY

🐱BIG CLIT QUEEN ENERGY 👑

🐱 YOU MAY GIVE OFF PORN STAR VIBES THATS NOT A BAD THING PEOPLE MAY JUST SEE YOU AS VERY BEAUTIFUL AND ATTRACTIVE

🐱 YALL HAVE A PRAISE KINK FASHO

🐱 HAIR PULLING AND A** SLAPPING

Channeled Song:

Private Show - T.I.

💛CASUAL SEX

💛LIKES FLIRTING

💛DEFINITELY GOT SIDE PIECES

💛GOLDEN P*SSY

💛 VERY SHINY & WARM VAGINA

💛 DEFINITELY BEAUTIFULLLLLL

💛 LET THE SUN HIT YOUR VAGINA SINCE LEO IS RULED BY THE SUN

💛YALL HAVE VERY PASSIONATE

💛 yall need to be praised perioddd

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KLET IN VIRGO ♍:

💙 "THIS P*SSY BOUGIE, THIS P*SSY DONT DO NO FAVORS"

💙 VIRGO VIRGO VIRGO YALL HAVE A VERY WHOLESOME SEXUALITY

💙 LIKE I WONT HAVE SEX WITH YOU UNTIL I KNOW YOUR CLEAN AND HAVE NO STDS

💙BUT IF YOU PROVE TO THEM YOU ARE YOU CAN EXPECT THEM TO REALLY PLEASE YOU ���

💙VIRGO IS ALL ABOUT SERVICING OTHERS BUT THEY ARE VERY ANALYTICAL ABOUT WHO THEY GIVE THAT SERVICE TO

💙THEY CAN COME OFF AS RESERVED THEREFORE EITHER IT'S LIKE THEY ARE THE ONE THAT CANT BE TOUCHED

Channeled Song

💮ITS TIGHT AND RIGHT

💮 HIGH MAINTENANCE

💮DEFINITELY A PAMPERED KITTY

💮 YALL PARTNERS DEFINITELY LIKE TO DO THE SMALL THINGS TO PLEASE YOU

💮LIKE KISSING YOU AND MAKING SURE YOUR OK

💮 YOU ALSO TAKE CARE OF YOUR PARTNER

💮 CONNECT TO EARTH .

💮YOU MAY GET TURNED ON WHEN YOU SEE YOUR PARTNER WORKING HARD TO PLEASE YOU

💮 A LOT DAILY SEX TOO💛

💮sex could calm the nerves for ya'll

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KLET IN LIBRA ♎:

🖤THIS IS THE TYPE OF SEXUALITY WHERE YOUR JUST BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE THATS THE VIBE YOU GIVE OFF

🖤 PEOPLE COULD APPROACH WHEN YOU SHOW OFF YOUR FEMININE SIDE

🖤 VERY PRETTY DOWN THERE

🖤 MAYBE PINK OR JUST AN EVEN TONE

🖤 YOU ATTRACT A LOT OF PEOPLE IN GENERAL

🖤IF YOUR LOOKING JUST TO BRING IN SEXUAL PARTNERS EMBODY YOUR LIBRA ENERGY

Channeled Song

🤎 whenever you have sex with partners they probably feel like your yoni is perfect

🤎equal give and take in the bedroom

🤎 I feel like yall get stimulated by a beautiful environmental and feeling appreciated

🤎depending on what degree/house klet is in could give more insight because libra is such a balanced sign

🤎 you don't like it too slow or too fast just in middle to enjoy the act, may be into a lil rough stuff tho....👀

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KLET IN SCORPIO ♏:

❤️ DARK AND SULTRY SEXUAL ENERGY

❤️ FIERY & PASSIONATE

❤️ YALL WANT TO FEEL CONNECTED AND INTENSE DEVOTION

❤️SOME MIGHT SEE YOU AS A MYSETERY OR WONDER WHAT SEX WITH YOU IS LIKE

❤️ SEX WITH ME - RIHANNA IS YALL CHANNELED SONG 💋💦

❤️TABOO/ SEX MAGIC THINGS LIKE THAT

❤️ IF LILITH IS ASPECTJNG THIS YOU MIGHT FEEL EVEN MORE DARKER OR ASHAMED FOR YOU SEXUALITY

❤️ LIKE ARIES PARTNERS MAY EITHER BE INTIMIDATED OR THEY COULD BE INTRIGUED

❤️ DEFINITELY MIGHT HAVE STALKERS AFTER YOU HAVE SEX WITH THEM

Channeled Song

🍒HIGH SEX DRIVE AND CAN EASILY REACH AN ORGASM

🍒DEVOTION IS HOW YOU TURN THESE PEOPLE ON

🍒 BDSM??

🍒KINKS??

🍒RED & PINK HUE TO THE VAGINA

🍒 WET & HOT BECAUSE SCORPIO IS WATER AND OF COURSE HOT BECAUSE THE ORGINAL PLANET IS MARS

🍒 I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE WILL LOOK AT YOU AND KNOW THAT THEYLL BE ADDICTED TO YOU

🍒 IN WORST CASE SOME COULD BE ADDICTED TO STIMULATION

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KLET IN SAGITTARIUS ♐:

🤍BDE

🤍 I FEEL LIKE YOUR SEXUAL ENERGY EXPANDS AS YOU LEARN

🤍 THE MORE YOU RECIEVE BLESSINGS THE MORE YOU ATTRACT SEXUAL ENERGY

🤍 YOU COULD REALLY BE BLESSED WITH GOOD COOTIE CUZ JUPITER IS HERE AND YOIR CONSTANTLY RECIEVEING

🤍 YOU MIGHT HAVE A BIG CLIT

Channeled Song

🍇 I FEEL LIKE YALL HAVE WATER

🍇MIGHT NOT BE AS TIGHT

🍇 OUTIE

🍇 JUICY & FAT

🍇GETS STIMULATED THROUGH AN ABUNDANCE OF FOREPLAY

🍇 I THINK THESE ARE THE TYPE OF PEOPLE WHERE THEY NEED A LOT TO GET PLEASURE 😌

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KLET IN CAPRICORN ♑:

🌳 BDE

🌳 daddy energy

🌳I feel like you get turned on when there is a chase to get you

🌳 you may attract partners who have to work to get you

🌳people feel like they have to do what you say

Channeled Song

💐 gets turned on when you see your partner working hard to please you, and when they put in time & effort

💐you may be very determined in the bedroom to please your partner

💐 your vagina may look very intimidating ( take it as it resonates)

💐 very pretty 😺

💐a force to be reckoned with

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KLET IN AQUARIUS ♒:

👾 you or your partners may be very spontaneous & eccentric

👾 random outbursts of horniness

👾kinky

👾 people may feel like sex with you is different and unconventional

👾raw & real

Channeled Song:

Tumblr wouldn't let me use anymore audio, so here's a link!

S&M - Rihanna

👽your clit gets stimulated when you feel free and on edge

👽you feel sexy when you can be you unapologetically

👽there might be a shocking factor to how your vagina looks

👽 maybe ethereal or something like that

👽open-minded and willing to try new things

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KLET IN PISCES ♓:

🔮 YOUR FEMININE SEXUAL ENERGY COMES OFF AS MYSTICISM, and dreamy.

🔮 people could feel you have healing energy to you and they may feel deeply connected when you have sex

🔮 sex feels emotionally connecting

🪄 your vagina may look dreamy/ enchanting

🪄 since pisces is a water sign you could have a ocean down there 🤭

🪄 you get turned on when you feel spiritually connected to your partner

🪄 you may also enjoy role play

🪄 unconditional love is how you get stimulated

Channeled Song:

P*ssy fairy- Jhené Aiko

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Thanks for reading to the end!

Hope you guys enjoyed this! Tell me your placement, and if you feel it fits the description!

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My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly 

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper. 

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh. 

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding. 

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn. 

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else. 

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to  guide his face, 

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?” 

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking 

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa” 

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks. 

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes. 

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and- 

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner. 

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you. 

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head. 

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain. 

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘ 

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice. 

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp. 

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave. 

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off. 

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused.  What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing. 

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks. 

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them. 

Servos 

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

 He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight. 

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp. 

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met. 

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited. 

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods. 

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now? 

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears. 

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips. 

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact. 

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not.  He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased. 

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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between the lines | kth

summary: the boy you have a crush on loves to draw between the lines of your notebook.

✨ title: between the lines | ✨ pairing: taehyung x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff | college!au | ✨ rating: g | ✨ word count: 1.3k ✨ warnings: none (?) is this the first time this has happened?? lol at least i don't think there are any, if you find one lmk. ✨ a/n: thank you to @alphabetboyluvr for helping me with this fic title and the hubs for helping me draw some things! and happy birthday to taetae.

"Can I get a piece of paper? I forgot my notebook."

Without hesitation, you tore out a piece from yours and handed it to Kim Taehyung - the boy you had been crushing on since the first day of class. He first caught your eye when he showed up in a full-on suit, which you thought was odd, then on other days, he'll show up in a hoodie and sweats. He loved flip-flopping between the two styles.

"Can I also borrow a pen?" he asked with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, hoping you didn't mind him asking more of you.

You chuckled and shook your head. How could you say no to that face? So you began digging through your bag for a pen. "Are you always this forgetful?" you asked, pointing the pen at him, waiting for him to take it. But also, how does someone come to class unprepared? It's not like it's a surprise.

Taehyung smiled. "Yes," he said, plucking it from your grasp.

"Don't lose it. It's my favorite pen." You already felt you wouldn't be seeing your pen again. There was a twinge of regret in your heart when he clicked the pen and began scribbling away. God, he's going to use all the ink!

Your professor continued his lecture. Twenty minutes in, and you couldn't stop yawning. An eight o'clock class was just too early for anyone's brain to function, but you wanted to get this class out of the way. And you liked the rest of your day free from classes.

Since you were young, you have always doodled in your notebook—little stars or spirals in the corner. You couldn't draw to save your life, but it helped pass the time.

You covered your mouth as another yawn escaped - the third one in ten minutes. You straighten your posture, hoping it will help.

Taehyung looked over, watching you struggle to stay awake. He focused on the pen, and the top was adorned with a brown bear. He leaned into your personal space, taking his thumb and index finger, and squeezed the bear.

"What are you doing?" you whispered as he squashed the bear violently between his thumb and index finger.

"It's squishy," he said, marveling at the softness.

You yanked it away from him. It's not like you were writing anything important, you were doodling, but he was interrupting. And yes, you bought this specific pen because it was cute, squishy, and a good stress reliever.

"…Sorry," he mumbled, sinking back into his chair. He returned to his previous position, facing the front.

You scowled at him, looking at his paper; he had nothing written down. What was the point of you giving him paper and a pen if he wasn't going to use them? You ignored the cute boy with fluffy hair and continued doodling away — swirls, clouds, and stars filled the corner of your notepad.

The professor's words went in one ear and out the other as you mindlessly drew; from your peripheral view, you could feel Taehyung's eyes back on you. Then you could see his raised arm coming in your direction, his pen drawing a nine-square grid with a big X in the middle.

You turned to him, catching his smirk before returning to the grid, marking an O in the top right corner. The two of you continued until it was a cat's game, and you would not let him win. Turning to him, you playfully stuck your tongue out before returning your focus to your professor. But you should've known that Taehyung wasn't finished playing games.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take note of this section in the chapter because it will be on the next exam. This exam will be worth ten percent of your grade," said your professor.

You were ready to jot down the chapter he referenced but Taehyung nudged your hand, writing the letters: M.A.S.H.

God, he was relentless, wasn't he?

Growing up, you and your older sister used to play this silly game all the time. In the 'future partner' column, you wrote down your choices: Park Jimin — Taehyung's best friend, and Jeon Jungkook – Taehyung's roommate. And you were going to write down Yoongi, the TA but Taehyung knocked your hand out of the way, scribbling down his name.

The next column was the number of kids. The two of you took turns writing down numbers: 2, 99, and 4. You rolled your eyes at his 99. Imagine pushing out 99 kids? Is that even possible?

It was time to choose places you'd want to live. You'd always dreamt of Sydney and Paris, which you quickly wrote down before Taehyung wrote his choice — New York. His was also a good one, you couldn't complain.

Next was the type of transportation, and being the jokester he was, Taehyung scribbled a tandem bike, making you roll your eyes. Your choices were a Range Rover and, for giggles, a school bus. Taehyung snorted when he saw what you wrote.

You mouthed, "What"?

"Cute," he mouthed back.

You grinned at his comment. Did he mean you were cute or what you wrote was cute?

And lastly, was the column for future occupation. You paused to think as though this silly little game was real life, writing down tech bazillionaire. If you chose 99 children, you need to be able to provide for all of them. For the last two options, you let Taehyung choose: astronaut and art curator.

Now was the moment of truth, drawing the spiral to determine your fate. You elbowed Taehyung. "Tell me when to stop," you told him as you closed your eyes. With your pen to paper, you began drawing a spiral.

He leaned in, whispering, "Stop."

You opened your eyes, clearing your throat, when you realized how close he was to you. Looking at the spiral you drew, you counted seven lines and began counting and eliminating the written choices.

Taehyung snickered when his friends' names were crossed out, and you circled his name. "Guess we're getting married," he teased, licking his lips.

Honestly, you'd marry him in a heartbeat, no questions asked, given that you hardly knew the guy. It would help if you had a real conversation before letting him get on his knees.

You continued eliminating the choices written on the paper. Taehyung peered over to see the results of the silly game. He flashed a wide grin, chuckling softly. You guessed he was happy with the results, which concluded in a marriage to Kim Taehyung, with four kids, living in an apartment in Paris. The two of you would have to figure out the tandem bicycle as a mode of transportation because it wasn't suitable for a family of six. The occupation aligns more with Taehyung than it did with you. He was definitely artsier than your silly doodles on your paper. 

You peered over at him again, but he was focused on the professor. You wondered what other interests and hobbies he had and if he was a good flirt through conversations, not just on paper.

"Okay, class. I will see you on Friday. Please study hard, and if you have any questions, you can reach me via my office hours."

Finally, the class was over, and you were getting ready to gather your things, but Taehyung stopped you from closing your notebook.

"What are you doing?" you asked, glaring at him as he scribbled something before closing it. He grinned as you watched him take off without saying a word. You wondered what his deal was

Half the class was already gone by the time you finished gathering your things. You flipped to the page the two of you had been writing on. Scanning the page, you saw what he wrote: I like you.

You had to give it to him. He knew how to make you blush with the simplest of things. Quickly, you grabbed your things to try and find him. You poked your head out the door, looking both ways before you spotted him. You caught his gaze just as he turned back.

"What about my pen?!" you yelled out after him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "If you want it, come and get it."

[larvaem1lk]

talk too much

ellie williams x reader

🦋 ok so. this is kinda a little bit based off of me because when i’m around someone i really like i will talk their head off & just be annoying overall LOL. anyway, just reader being a lil too talkative while ellie’s trying to work ! but at the end she just gives in bc she loves her gf duhh

🦋 um no warnings !! thanks for reading :-*

(also sorry if ur name is miranda, kristy or ashlin. i just picked names off the top of my head whoops)

ellie’s sat at her desk typing on her computer, with a textbook open and desktop lamp casting a soft golden yellow across the thick pages. you’re in a chair beside her, the type with wheels that roll around, chatting and giggling about nonsense. you’re chirpy and awfully energetic being that it was midnight.

since you hadn’t seen your favorite green eyed girl all day, you walked in her dorm worried and confused. though the feeling quickly subsided as you saw her slumped over her desk, eyes glued to the large book in front of her.

greeting her with a quick peck to the cheek, you immediately plopped down on her bed and began rambling about your day, your girlfriend being the perfect person to tell all your thoughts to.

that was about three hours ago, and you were still here, talking and flying through the clouds in your own little world, practically annoying ellie at this point.

you were filling her in on the drama now, but ellie was too busy absorbing information about stars and celestial bodies and the universe. she’d give the occasional ‘mhm’, or ‘oh okay…’ in attempts to seem interested, yet her efforts went unnoticed.

“yeah like i was saying, i just can’t believe that miranda found kristy and ashlin in the bathroom…together? i mean it’s kristina, stuck up and bitchy kristina who i’m sure was straight. that girl—yeah. but then it’s like, i don’t understand what position they’d have to be in for both of them to be on the wall… you know? i dunno! shits crazy, el. like batshit fucking mad. utterly ridiculous. off the charts. luludelulu. like-” you giggle, finding the words coming out your mouth silly and slightly embarrassing.

ellie blows a stale laugh through her nose, hoping that’d satisfy you as she was completely lost in whatever you were talking about. something about girls on girls, but she wasn’t interested. if it didn’t relate to you on top of her, or vice versa, she didn’t care.

she nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned over the tiny words of the textbook, brows furrowing as she was in deep thought. though she couldn't really focus due to the sound of a pen clicking nonstop. she gives you a glance and mumbles, “you have any work to do babe?” the sound quite literally driving her insane.

you tap the pen on the table now, pretending to draw love hearts around ellie’s name. “mmm, no. i don’t know. i just wanna be with you right now,”

“hm, okay.” ellie widens her eyes while letting a sigh slip out. this was going to be a loonngg night.

you twirl around in the chair for a while, humming a melody before another topic comes to mind. ellie doesn’t even say anything, pleased that you moved on from the pen to humming.

“anyway. i’ve been thinking…” you trail off, eyes meeting the ceiling as you tilted your head to the side in wonder. ellie hums flatly, lifting her head to the computer screen as she begins typing.

“…when we get married one day,” you begin, and ellie hums with more interest in her voice. okay, you were talking about marriage now. not between kristy and ashlin, but you and her. see, she was paying attention.

“y’think it would be on the beach? or, i dunno. maybe… like homey, set up in our cute backyard, once we get a house of course—with like, dina and jesse and joel and my people. just family. oh! oh my gosh! yeah it should definitely be in our backyard. that’s so cute. that’s cute, right el?”

“totally.” ellie agreed, leaning forward to squint through the white noise of the computer.

you chuckle at the monotone of her voice, wheeling forward to get a closer look at her. “totally, she said. when has ellie williams ever said totally?”

“now.” she responds, and somehow her comment is even funnier. you swing your feet back and forth, babbling on.

“ooh, what about las vegas? you know we’ll be eating good. like, good ellie. i think gordon ramsay has a restaurant there. or what if we get married in paris!” you practically squeal, scooting closer to your girlfriend.

you’re only quiet for a few seconds, eyes flitting over her scattered desk before another idea comes to mind. “oh, the eiffel tower… wait! wait.” you place a hand on her shoulder, fingers tapping against the soft material of her hoodie as you try to gather your thoughts.

there’s a brief moment of silence, and ellie’s mind feels calmer. cooler. she exhales a small slip of breath, letting her fingers type efficiently against the keys. besides that, the dorm is quiet. she could even hear the crickets outside chirping. finally. ellie thinks.

don’t get her wrong, she loved your rambles. your rants. your voice in general. but right now she was in work mode, 76% immersed in the material as the other 24% was for you.

that number was slowly ticking down with each second longer you stayed quiet, her completely focused on studying and only studying. she’s glad you took a break though. allowing your voice to rest, taking a moment to soak in the stillness—

“oh my fucking gosh! italy! we should get married in italy!”

nevermind.

ellie flinches. she flinches so hard that a cramp forms in her neck, squeezing and throbbing with a heat that burns through her upper back. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, rubbing at the spot. it’s like a tiny ringing appears in her ears at the sound of your voice; you’re babbling now, eyes wide as you shake ellie’s shoulder in excitement.

she lets you shake her as she tries to turn to you, tense and cautious of your next possible outburst.

“baby,” she says in an attempt to calm you, but you don’t hear her. obviously. too busy arranging wedding plans in your head.

“just—imagine the love, the romance. oh ellie, i really think we should do it! we’re gonna have to fly everyone out, and—ohhh the food…”

she smiles, feeling her heart swell against her chest. you were the cutest thing. oh, she was being such a dick. just let your girl ramble about wedding plans ellie, is your studying really that important?

yes. it was. so important in that all of the knowledge she had consumed tonight was to be used for a huge exam tomorrow that she could not fail. she couldn't fail. i can’t fail it.

but look at you, with your big bright smile, and your pretty sparkly eyes. the way you’re so excited about marrying her makes her wanna kiss you. kiss you. oh shit, that’s it.

“oh my gosh ellie, the food. would it be stupid to serve pizza? ‘cause y’know, some people don’t like pasta. but we’re in italy, and it’s literally… so like…everyone loves pizza! ugh, what should we serve?! and who the fuck doesn’t like pasta? hey, d’yknow if dina or joel—”

you’re cut off when her lips meet yours abruptly, both of her hands grab each side of your face to pull you closer. the kiss doesn’t deepen. it doesn’t escalate. your lips are just pressed to hers for a very, long time.

you try to wiggle free but ellie doesn’t let go. your lips smush together when you try to talk, and ellie sighs internally. the only thing you had done all night was talk, talk, talk. ellie didn’t wanna be mean, but damn, what else did you have to say?

she pulls away with an agitated groan, and you try to catch your breath while licking your lips.

“wha—what was that for? i was talking—”

“yeah, babe. you were talking. give it a rest, alright? geez,” she shakes her head and sighs out a breathy laugh before turning back over to her computer. “i can’t focus with you in my ear like that.” she mutters, not realizing that she’d just stabbed a knife through your heart.

you’re quiet, cheeks burning in embarrassment. you bounce your leg as you stare at the side of her face before looking at her computer, a wave of sadness creeping over you.

a few minutes pass, and it’s still quiet. too quiet. your mind is still whirring and picturing the perfect wedding for you and your girlfriend, and all you wanna do is talk about it. talk, talk, talk.

you bite your lip to prevent any sudden outbursts or peeps that might irritate ellie. you fiddle with your hands in your lap, and when ellie glances over to your pitiful frame, she frowns.

okay… shit. maybe i kinda fucked up. lemme see what’s wrong.

she types out the final words of her sentence before turning to face you, tilting her head to see your facial expression as your head is hung low.

“hey, babe,” she whispers, and you lift your head with a sigh.

“hm.” is all you say, your spark dimmed and nearing burnout.

ellie places a hand on your knee. her hand is cold and rough, which makes a ding go off in your mind.

“you know they say cold hands mean a warm heart.” you mumble, eyes shifting down to your fingers to continue fiddling with them. you had to let it slip it out, whether she liked it or not. you were sure after this that you’d keep your responses to a minimum, though.

ellie chuckles. you were always the type to say little phrases like that. “yeah? who’s they? ‘cause i dunno if that’s really true—”

“it is true! and don’t ask me. that’s what they always say… and it’s really true, because your—” you cut yourself off, a faint smile on your lips, but it soon falls once you realize you were supposed to be giving the almost silent treatment.

“…well? i’m intrigued now. you can’t just leave me hangin’ like that y’know.”

“ellie… i’ll tell you later.”

“later? why not now?”

you shrug, and ellie scoffs.

“hey, don’t be like that, i wanna know!” she nudges your arm with a smile, trying to pick up your mood. your facial expression remains, unamused.

“okay,” ellie sits up straighter and faces her desk to slam her computer, her book right after. that gets your attention, your head whipping up in confusion. she turns back to you, intent on giving you her undivided attention.

“alright. talk to me.”

you groan, trying to refrain from smiling. “ellie, i can’t-”

“you can.”

“but i was being really rude while you were working, and then you told me to basically shut up so i—“

ellie feels regret bubble in the pit of her chest, sizzling and erupting into her veins. she felt hot now. guilty.

damn, i really fucked up. “babe, i-i didn’t…” she pauses as she slides a hand down her face. “i didn’t tell you to shut up. not... in that way. i was just, a little overwhelmed, that’s all. i’m sorry, okay? truly. you know i love it when you talk to me. so… c’mon. lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”

you feel bashful, eyelashes fluttering as your gaze meets the floor. you wanna give in, you really want to… but you quickly shake your head, no. she’s gotta finish her work. “but… you need to work, el. i told you i’ll just tell you later.”

her brows furrow, “uh, what work? right now is dedicated to me and my girl.” her green eyes shimmer a silver in the glow of the lamplight as she searches your face, and you feel shy under her gaze, your heart beating a little bit faster. you sigh quietly, a grin finding itself on your lips. “you sure?”

ellie shrugs. “of course. tell me allll about it.” she rests her elbow on her desk while leaning her head in her hand. 

“okay.” you beam, starting another one of your rambles. ellie can’t help but stare at you in awe.

[sagittariusmars2]

(Top to bottom) what do people think of ur voice?

Pile 1

I see people think your voice stays in their head alot and your voice changed, people think your voice is peaceful and you make people feel comfortable. People feel like you can protect them with ur voice by using it as a warning sign and scaring others away or your words alone hurts, people think you have a strong voice that can cause pain and anger but for the most part you like to be peaceful. People think you would be a great public speaker, ur voice is alluring and draws others in. Signs- Gemini, Capricorn, Taurus, Cancer. Initials- L, T, Y

Pile 2

People think ur voice is very encouraging and brings love, your voice can make people sad/emotional because it really resonates with people. You bring light into other peoples life with your voice, it may be smooth, light, airy, feminine, and filled with excitement. Even when you’re not happy you can still make others feel what u feel through ur voice, this may be a gift of yours. Signs- Scorpio, Virgo, Gemini. Initials- N, I, G, Z, H

Pile 3

People think that you talk a lot like you can sometimes talk too much especially if you love being on the phone, people think that your voice is very convincing and you would be a great salesman. People think that sometimes you can confuse people with how much you know and how fast you change subjects lol you expect people to keep up but it’s hard, people think you drain their energy with your voice or you need to rest more. People think that your voice is very loud and strong like it echoes, people think that sometimes you talk too much and they need to take a break because of all the energy u drain. You may be a energy vampire low key so please be more careful, you definitely have a gift and you may be good at putting people to sleep. Signs- Capricorn/Taurus, initials- T, O, V, P

Pile 4

People think your voice can boosts their self esteem/determination, you’re very good at encouraging and your voice is very joyful, strong, and positive. Your voice is always so uplifting that it’s easy to tell when there’s something wrong, people think that your voice stays in People’s head and you can cause them anxiety. People think your voice is unique or you create something with your voice, people think ur voice changed and its mysterious and it makes people nervous. People think your voice is sexy and it makes people wanna have kids with u especially if it’s raspy/deep, people think u can make money with ur voice. Signs- Sagittarius, Leo, Pisces, Scorpio. Initials- C, I, U

Personal readings always available, please watch my 18+ pick a card reading on YouTube

[blackwolfstabs]

If you're ever low on ideas and comfortable with it, I've had this idea which means a lot to me that I'd love see you put into your own words one day.

Basically, some time after Scream VI, Chad and Tara try to work themselves up to doing the deed (no outright smut or explicit stuff though pretty please, not the point here), and Tara totally freaks out when she can't bring herself to take off her clothes and show all her scars to another person. While I wouldn't expect Chad to really care about his, I'd always thought this would be an issue for Tara considering how much she wants to feel normal after everything that happened to her. As someone who still has visual reminders of a prior major surgery, I can speak from experience that feeling like you're less beautiful or desirable because of that is a really terrible thought. I can totally picture Tara feeling all the nervous butterflies about the sacred occasion of losing her virginity only to realize the scars from her snapped leg and all the stabby stabbies, everything she's trying to forget, are never going away. Feel free to experiment with how they'd react to and handle this situation, it was just a fleeting idea, but I think it could be something really sweet.

P.S.: You're like the only writer I know of that appreciates Chara and I just wanted to thank you for that because I adore them sooo much lol, they don't get enough love.

aww it's all my pleasure, dear anon. i hope i do your idea justice! 🫡

here you go:

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IF YOU LOVE HER

Drawing stars around Tara's scars.

fandom: Scream pairing: Tara Carpenter × Chad Meeks-Martin characters: Tara Carpenter & Chad Meeks-Martin a/n: i love this idea sm and i actually got really into it so my apologies if i went too deep or made it too long. you've got good taste, my friend :)

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“Are you sure?” Chad whispered, his forehead locked with Tara’s as they blinked into each other’s chocolate eyes.

Tara nodded, not breaking her eye-contact, even though she was trembling. She loved Chad, she did, and if anyone was going to take her virginity, she wanted it to be him. It’d be safe with him, for she was sure he loved her just the same. They had been through so much together. She couldn’t ask for a better partner. “Yeah,” she breathed, “I want to…”

In the privacy of his half-lit bedroom, he nodded and removed his shirt, letting her take the lead as she gently pushed him down onto his bed. She climbed on top of him, her legs straddling him to lean down and capture his lips. 

Tara melted into her boyfriend quickly, pulled in by the serene essence of the night and his love. She felt his hand slide over the small of her back and move towards her hip, while she trailed her fingers down his right pec to his rib cage. Her fingertips curled into his ribs as his own slipped beneath the band of her pants. 

They parted, but Chad kept his digits beneath the hem. He eased them a little farther to have the tips meet her underwear. She shuddered with a small gasp, instinctively dropping her pelvis as if to stop him from going any further. His face must’ve changed a little to show some concern, because she quickly looked away.

“I-I’m sorry…” She grew shy as she hesitated on where to look. 

“Is that too far?” he quizzed, retreating his hand a little bit.

“No, it’s fine, I just…”

“Would you rather do it?” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear to catch a better glimpse of her face.

She took a deep breath, before gathering up the courage to look him in the eyes again. “No. I trust you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He nodded. “Okay…” He turned his face to the side to kiss the arm she still had bordering his head. She then resumed her former position again, and he decided to take a different approach. “We’ll do this first.” He moved his hand away from her bottoms and eased her shirt up, until he met her bra-line.

Carpenter braced herself against the fresh air that corralled the newly exposed skin of her torso. She knew the build-up to giving her virginity away was supposed to be nerve-wracking and anxiety-inducing, but she knew that the intensity she felt growing in the pit of her stomach was of a different essence. However, she had to keep herself together. This was the hard part. After everything was off and out of the way, there was no going-back and hopefully, she would be immersed into a world of love and not rejection. That’s how sex went, right? It was captivating and a rather surreal experience? Guess she was going to find out. But she had to stay strong to get there, so she ducked her face into the crook of Chad’s neck to try and compose herself.

Her boyfriend breathed in her warm scent, leaning his head against hers as he wrapped his arm around the bare portion of her back with one arm and used the other to tug her pants down a little bit. He heard her give a small whimper, to which he kissed her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be scared of, Tara,” he assured her, “I got you.” 

She felt his nose brush her ear lobe as he said this, his breath tickling her neck. As safe as she felt in his arms, she couldn’t manage to make any words and instead, just nudged his jawline in a nod. She was wearing high-waisted pants that were steadily pulled to a mid-rise and then a low-rise as Chad edged them further down her hips. 

Her heart skipped a beat, jumping into a race that made her nearly start to panic. His other arm brushed her spine, forearm pressing through her bra to leave his fingers closing around her ribs. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips to his neck, forcing herself to focus on softly suckling his skin to fight herself from changing her mind.

Below her, Meeks-Martin heard a shuddering breath that mimicked her figure. He knew she was anxious about this, especially with how protective her older sister was and how inhumanely her body had been handled before. That was why he let her be on top for her first time. Both of her Ghostface attacks—which had left her with trauma she still re-lived—ended with her pinned beneath her attacker. He was well aware of what having her take the submissive position might do. The hand that held her ribcage slid down the curve of her flank, finding new territory that hadn’t been explored from the coverage of her pants.

His girlfriend accidentally traded her lips for her teeth, biting down on his sternocleidomastoid muscle. It was a fearful kind of nip, so it wasn’t necessarily painful, but it had caused him to pull one hand away from her hips and caress the side of her head.

“Easy, babe… Just breathe. I won’t hurt you…”

She swallowed uneasily, wanting to say something to assure him but also defend herself at the same time. She didn’t know what to do. However, when his fingers found the scars hidden on her lower abdomen and his arm pressed into the ones littering her lower back, she couldn’t take it. Every hurtful thought she could hold against her self-worth felt like a knife stabbing through her survivor’s tattoos again to emphasize the damage they did. Tears filled her eyes, and she didn’t even think twice as she pulled away. “I can’t!”

Chad sat up when she got off of him, finding her tugging her clothing back to their proper wear and hearing her breath hitch as she bowed her head in shame. 

Tara’s chest went extremely tight as she broke down, eyes burning and butterflies swarming her stomach at the anxiety that cursed her yet again. But this time was different. She hated doing this to Chad, because he didn’t deserve it. “I–I’m sorry, Chad…”

“For what?” He moved to sit beside her. “What is it?”

More tears fell, seeming to grow thicker the longer she stared at her legs, which were clenched together. She felt his hand rub small circles on her back, but that just made her grow even more tense. Her initial reply was replaced with a sob that had her whole body jolting.

“Hey, hey, hey…” His concern grew, once she broke down completely, a few whimpers coming through her sobs as she covered her face with one hand and hugged her torso with the other. He got down on the floor to kneel in front of her, reaching up to brush her hair back. “It’s okay, Tara, it’s alright—”

“I ca-han’t do it, Chad!” she cut him off, only able to compose herself enough to get the shortest explanation she could out. “I-hit’s so uh-hugly!”

He paused his combing. “What’s ugly?”

Carpenter cringed inward on herself, clutching the flank of her shirt so tight that her knuckles turned white. She pulled her knees up to hug them with her other arm, hiding her face in the small space between her thighs and torso. “M-my scars…” She spit it out around her accumulating congestion.

Chad’s eyes immediately fell to the arm that curled around her legs, how her hand reached to the side that he couldn’t see. It was the hand that had that long scar gifted from self-defense against Ghostface—her first attack. What a reminder… What a memory…

What a tragedy…

The exact one that had him view her like she was the strongest person in the world, even though she was the smallest of the family they’ve made. She was the strongest. She had survived being stabbed 7 times, a broken ankle, blood-loss, surgery, a 2nd attack, facing-off with her attacker, suffering heartbreak, and spent another period in the hospital, which she had grown to hate… But after every single fallout, she picked herself back up and kept moving forward. 

Tara Carpenter was the living proof and definition of a survivor.

And Chad Meeks-Martin was in love with her. 

She wasn’t second-best or his chosen one, due to their share of trauma. He started falling from the first day they met all those years ago, when they were too young and naive to understand what love was, what pain was, what trauma was, and all of the things that divided them. Tara’s home-life started to go downhill around the same time he was getting serious into football, so he wasn’t around her much anymore. Being a jock came with many things that kept him present in his future yet absent in his past. And sadly, Tara was one of those things—those precious things that he had unknowingly been driven away from. Liv came along, and they hit it off for a while, but when Tara was attacked, it all changed.

He didn’t care if she had scars. He didn’t care if she was too scared to let him in. He didn’t care if she pushed him away and screamed at him to leave. He’d wait on her forever. He didn’t see her scars, when he looked at her. He saw his angel—the one he swore he’d never see living, in-person, and in his reach. Yet, she was. And had she not endured it all, he might have never gotten that privilege.

As she continued to cry, Chad spoke to her softly and sincerely. “No, they’re not. Tara, there’s nothing ugly about you—”

However, she denied him. “Yes, they– Chad, I’m hideous…” 

She was convinced. Her scars were curses, hidden beneath her clothes to fool anyone that might actually want her. Anyone who might desire her. But she wasn’t desirable. One look at the marks giving her stomach, back, and legs an abstract design and anyone with a decent taste would turn away. She was destroyed, wasted, used, and corrupted. How could she be beautiful? How could she move on when every time she changed clothes, or took a shower, or wore anything but high-waisted jeans or pants reminded her of how defenseless, weak, and exposed she was? How alone she was… and that loneliness created a masterpiece that only the artist could admire. It must be hidden from the rest of the world or else it would leave others feeling sick and appalled.

Because she wasn’t supposed to be a piece of art. She was supposed to be dead.

Who could ever love her intimately when she was literally a human pincushion?

Chad could. And he did.

“Tara,” his voice was a little stronger this time. He slipped his hand onto her thigh and encouraged her to lower her legs. “Tara…” Luckily, she did lower her legs, but both arms held herself tightly and she hesitated to look up. “Hey…” 

Tara sniffled and wiped her nose, before raising her eyes enough to look at him. And of all things… he smiled at her.

“Stop, that isn’t true,” he told her. His eyes shimmered in the low lighting. “I’ve never met someone more beautiful than you. Your scars aren’t ugly. They don’t change who you are. I promise you, one day, you’re gonna look at every single one of those scars as a reminder of how strong you are.” Her soulful eyes just blinked at him, glossy as more tears slid down her cheeks. He wiped them away. “You’re so strong, babe.” 

In that moment, she swallowed, staring at him as she recalled those traumatic memories. The phone calls, the teases, the taunts, the stabbing, the crawling, the begging, the screaming… Those things didn’t make her feel strong at all. They were demeaning and humiliating. “I don’t feel strong… I’m not fearless, like Sam. I’m not smart, like Mindy. I’m not reliable, like you…”

On the other hand, all her boyfriend could think about was her smile, her sharp-tongue, and her gorgeous eyes. The way she moved and how she handled everything that came her way. The way she loved him and how healing her existence was to him every day. She was the reason he fought, held on, and kept going. When he had sacrificed himself for her at the kill theater, taking a thousand stabs, while looking at her the whole time, telling her to “go”... he did that because he couldn’t live without her, and because he couldn’t live without her, he held on until he was found by paramedics and was united with her again. Everything she was saying about what she wasn’t couldn’t be more wrong. “You’re a survivor, Tara. You’re Tara Carpenter, and you’re not like other people. You’ve got a will that’s so strong, you’ve managed to look death in the eyes and win… multiple times. And those scars are proof of it.” She was unparalleled to anyone else in this world. “You are you. There’s 7 billion people in this world, and you’re the perfect one for me. What are the odds of that?”

Tara bit her lip. She wanted to believe him. Truly, she did. But she hated all that her body had become, especially when it had to be exposed in situations like these. They weren’t mental scars that time would heal, they were scars that would be there forever. She would never be able to escape what had happened to her, no matter how long she lived or how much she may try to cover them up. 

“I love you, Tara.”

Her breath hitched as she sniffled. “I love you too, Chad…” Her next words were barely audible, when they came out. “Thank you…”

Chad just smiled at her. Even with her bloodshot eyes and runny nose, she was flawless. He reached out and took her left hand. His thumb brushed over the long scar tainting the top of it. 

She didn’t dare look down, the soft touch making her lips quiver again as more tears threatened to fall.

But then he brought it up to his lips and trailed a line of gentle kisses along the length of the scar, covering the pain it caused her with loving stitches.

Tara watched him do this, then glanced up to his face when he lifted it and guided her hand to rest against his cheek. “Chad…”

“You are so beautiful,” he simply replied. And to his surprise, he received the smallest smile from her, even through her tears. Then, he dropped his eyes to where her right arm guarded her torso. He squeezed her hand a little, “Can I see them?”

She froze, her anxiety climbing again. Her brow twitched, fighting herself to stay where she was and not pull away from him again. He deserved this. He deserved this. 

If he loved her…

He did love her. There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind. So, she exhaled a shaky breath and nodded, slowly removing her right arm and retreating her left to uncover the sacred tattoos that made her a palette of a million colors, some not even of this world. She held her breath as she tugged the hem of her shirt up with one hand, then pulled her pants down with the other to expose her stomach.

There were two big scars, one just below her left rib cage and the other beneath her navel on the right side. Chad moved to be directly in front of her and was actually allowed to come closer when she opened her legs for him to kneel between them. His hands were soft as he placed them on her warm sides. He felt her shudder, telling him she was still hesitant about revealing her permanent demons. But instead of trying to talk her down again, he bowed his head and pressed his lips against the first scar. Just like he had done with her hand, he moved along its length, stitching up her hurt with his affection.

Tara stiffened at first, her muscles tensing at the feeling of this kind of attention, but then she let go of the breath she was holding back. His lips moved from the left side of her ribs to duck beneath her arm and give the scars he could reach on her back the same treatment. She let him do it. Her head stayed bowed, and she gripped the hem of her shirt, holding it steady against her frame to force herself into this uncomfortable position she knew she could trust. However, she couldn’t stop the tears that continued to fall or the whimpers that slipped out when his kiss would trigger another bad thought.

But her boyfriend never failed to calm her butterflies even if it was only for a moment. As he drew back, he slid his right hand around her back to rub it and continued to do so when he began to kiss the other mark on her lower belly. She breathed in, and he could feel her skin press into his lips. 

She was starting to calm down. She was starting to trust him.

Then, he took his left hand and traced his fingers down her flank to meet the hem of her pants. He pulled one side off her hip.

Panic. Her heartbeat picked up, leading her to slightly squeeze her legs around him. “N-no, Chad—”

Chad blinked up at her. He didn’t move any further. “I won’t do much. Just wanna see…”

Tara hesitated. She felt her formerly injured leg twinge at the way she had it positioned. Then, she relaxed and helped him tug her pants off all the way. Bare against the air conditioning, it was only instinctive that she wanted to pull her legs up to her chest, however his hand eased up her ankle, along her calf, over her knee, and up her thigh. Her eyes never left his, but she dropped her shirt to rest her wrists over his shoulders, rubbing her fingertips against his thoracic vertebrae.

He ran his hand back down, caressing right at her ankle, where it had been snapped by a devil’s wish. 

How that scream had ripped her throat… It was so painful… Tara swore it had been so guttural that, had she not passed out, she would’ve spit up blood on the way to the hospital.

Chad held it in his hand, rubbing it with gentle squeezes in between. And as he gazed at her, he saw her lips start to upturn. Then, her leg flinched, trying to pull away from his hold. He knew why, and it made him smile back at her, relieved that she was no longer anxious and fearful of being exposed to him. “Do you trust me?” he asked this as he glided his hand back up her leg to rest on her hip, bringing himself closer to her.

Carpenter nodded instantly, though her voice was still soft. “Yeah…” She blinked as he wiped stray tears from her cheeks.

Then they joined at the lips, taking a moment to melt into each other’s comfort. But it wasn’t too long, for the congestion that blocked Tara’s airways from crying cut it short. 

Chad grazed his knuckles along Tara’s jawline, watching her eyes close at the touch. “I think you should get some rest for tonight, okay?” 

Her eyelids parted and slowly raised. 

“We can try again tomorrow.”

She nodded with a small sigh. 

Tomorrow was another day…

Another day she’d survive.

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p.s. i'm sorry this took a while, anon.. i hope you're still around! ♡

- parker (BWS)

[megidoreyn]

Heyyy it's about the art questions

I would like to know your answer in 18 (the purpose) and 22 (artspiration).

I would also ask 3 but I'd completely understand if you prefer not to answer

The rest are already answered

Hope you have a great month. ;D

Hey there! Thanks for the questions!

⭐️3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand

→ It was a real trip down memory lane to look back on some of these, but here's a sample of some old things from 2021-early 2022! (Prior to posting on social media in Aug 2022) Back then, I didn't have any real incentive to improve my art outside of drawing quick sketches like the pictures above. I had issues being cleanly (due to lack of motivation), committing to learning character details, and more LOL. →Fun fact, I drew on a very tiny 11 inch screen 4GB RAM laptop with horrible color calibration for about 3 years until finally getting something better in early 2022 too LOL. It might be noticeable in some of the above pictures with the color choices being a little too light or too saturated, LOL.

→As also seen at the bottom of this post, It might come as a surprise that I also draw fanart for my favorite assorted fandoms outside of megaten too, LOL. I just never post it in public since they're meant as warm-up doodles!

To be honest, 2020 thru late 2022 was a very low point in my life. I had given up on all creative endeavors at the time due to: My career, being diagnosed with a bodily issue of which the effects I still deal with even today, and other personal issues.

It truly wasn't until late 2022 (when I started posting online) that I truly felt confident picking up my tablet pen again and view art in a more positive light…!

NGL I had written out my entire life story here but ended up deleting it--it would have made this post terribly long regardless LOL💦 Perhaps it'll be a story for another time, though!!🙏 And it absolutely has to do with why the Samurai husbands mean lot to me!

⭐️18. What is your purpose for drawing?

→ That's a good question! For me, (especially due to my visual agnosia) it'd have to be the ability to draw whatever comes to mind with skill and precision. To not hold back and draw whatever comes into your mind's eye without fear or hesitation from others (or your own critical inner voice)… And to be able to properly convey the meaningful themes of your work as clearly as they come into your mind... That, to me, is true freedom.

➡️As for BL content: Despite not posting much of it in public (yet), my purpose in drawing BL (or OTP content in general) is to transmit feelings of love + warmth in my art! To depict tenderness, warmth, and love with affectionate, natural-looking body language to make it as believable + realistic as possible...That's always been my goal! →The world is a scary place out there. Though, if my OTP content can make someone feel a slight glimmer of peace, tranquility, or even hope to keep moving forward...then I'll be incredibly happy!🙏💕 It's always my intention to convey nothing but sweet wholesome vibes and warmth with my pictures, and I truly hope that feeling comes across too. ➡️I'll be super candid and say I actually really enjoy angst and raunchy content as much as everyone else! But drawing wholesome + sweet characters in love just comes much sooo much easier and naturally as breathing to me, LOL. Just because I don't post angst or raunchy things, doesn't mean I dislike it! ☝️

⭐️22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

→ I tend to gravitate towards professional artists with thick painting (厚塗り) coloring styles, dynamic illustrations, and artists that have a strong grasp of anatomy, character design and storytelling! It's hard to pick just one, so here's a brief selection of ones that come up at the top of my head right now!

Thanks again for the questions! Have a wonderful January and rest of your 2024 as well!✨🌟

[cilil]

Hello again! I was wondering if I could throw in a request for the Spicy Bingo:

Candles with Námo

He strikes me as a guy that'd totally be into wax play. Maybe he blindfolds reader also??? Idk make it as hot as the candle wax lol

Thank you!! 🩷

Author's Note: More fun times with Námo! I'm surprised by the amount of requests I got for him, but positively so - he's always fun to write (both top/dom and bottom/sub).

Thanks for the request!♡

ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: Candles + Námo x reader ৎ୭

"Hot or cold?" 

ৎ୭ Synopsis: A Maia of Mandos has been neglecting her duties. Námo allows her to choose her punishment.

ৎ୭ Featuring: fem!reader, Maia!reader, dom!Námo, BDSM, wax play

ৎ୭ Oneshot (~900 words)

"Hot or cold?" 

It seemed like a simple question, yet you could already imagine what it implied. You had been failing to keep up with your duties as a Maia serving in the Halls of Mandos, and your lord knew, he always knew; and now you would be justly punished for your transgressions.

His hand felt icy against your reddening skin, heating up with nervousness and embarrassment when he placed his fingers underneath your chin and gently forced you to face him while he waited for your answer. 

"Hot," you said instinctively and saw the Vala nod underneath his veil. 

"So be it." 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You find yourself kneeling on a chair completely naked, wrists tied to its back to keep you in position, thighs and ankles bound as well. There is a small table next to you, with nothing on it save for a single candle in a glass jug, emerald green wax slowly melting as it burns. It has long since dawned on you what your lord's intentions are, and you can do nothing except watch the flickering flame. 

Námo is silent when he returns to your side and picks up the jug to examine the wax inside. His expression is unreadable as always, hardly visible in the dim light even after removing his veil, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from begging for any sort of relief; the cool air of Mandos causes your entire fána to tremble, making you almost crave your impending punishment. 

The Fëantur places the jug back on the table. You nearly break your silence as another shiver runs down your spine, but then you see him approaching with a strip of cloth in hand and realise what he wants. Raising your head obediently, you close your eyes as he blindfolds you, then quickly inspects your bonds to make sure you will remain in place. You listen to his footsteps and hear the candle being picked up once again, nervously shifting on the seat of the chair. 

Your fána yearns for his touch, yet you know you won't be so fortunate; it's not in your lord's nature to take pity on those he punishes. Though perhaps, if you show him what a good Maia you can be– 

The feeling of hot wax dripping on your skin interrupts your thoughts and you let out a sharp gasp, toes curling as Námo meticulously draws a line down your back, then pauses to admire green droplets glistening on your skin like pearls on silk. He reaches between your legs to brush against your folds with the back of his hand. 

"Do you enjoy this, dear?" he asks.

"Y-yes, my lord." 

You know there's no point in denying it. In all likelihood, Námo knew your answer in advance, as well as the punishment you would choose for yourself; and chances are he also knows that a different kind of heat is spreading inside you. 

He proceeds to drip more wax onto your back, this time in a deliberate zig-zag pattern. You try your best to hold still for your lord and not whimper every time another hot droplet lands on your cool skin, and your efforts are rewarded when you feel his hand between your legs once again. This time, Námo pushes a finger inside you to test your fána's reaction, and you lower your head in embarrassment; you already know how wet you are. 

"You do seem to enjoy this indeed," he muses.  

Before you can even attempt to explain yourself, he continues with yet another zig-zag line down your back, making sure to spread the wax as evenly as possible. You keep your head low to hide your blush, but fail to contain your increasing desire as moans and pleas fall from your lips. 

"P-please touch me again, my lord... punish me however you want, but please... I n-need you–" 

Námo stays silent until he's satisfied with the amount of wax adorning your skin, then sets the candle aside and idly caresses the inside of your thighs. 

"Need me?" he echoes. "You seem to forget that this is intended to be punishment." 

"Please–" 

You receive a gentle yet warning slap on your thigh, reminding you of your place. 

"Perhaps I may grant your request once you have time to think about your actions," Námo decides, and you can sense him withdrawing from you before leaving you alone. 

Still tied to the chair, you have no choice but to wait. The wax has long since dried on your skin and you feel yourself getting cold once again, eliciting occasional whimpers from you whenever you shiver or attempt to shift to a more comfortable position. Needless to say, you regret not keeping up with your duties. You want to show your lord that you can do better. With a sigh, you rest your chin on the back of the chair, close your eyes and relax to the best of your ability; you have learned your lesson, you tell yourself, surely Námo won't begrudge you a bit of rest. 

You remain in this position, nearly dozing off while your mind wanders, until you feel your lord's cool hands grasping your hips and his hot, hard length being shoved inside you in one single thrust. Your mouth falls open, surprised by his sudden return, and a cry of pain and pleasure fills the room as he proceeds to set a merciless pace. He fucks you till your knees hurt and you cum around his cock, crying out his name, and he continues to fuck you still, not stopping before he's completely satisfied with you. 

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[yanzers-infodump]

Sha, or Shamel. Eighth born and youngest of the original Derula. Sole parent to Sahmel (SlenderMan), Edamel (TrenderMan), and Fenmil (SplendorMan).

Derula rarely bare their teeth at one another. Doing it is basically like pulling a knife on someone. So they tend to keep their mouths closed and teeth mostly retracted so as not to unintentionally flash them. Here, though, you can see that Sha has his mouth ripped open and teeth on full display. They’re quite sharp too. As for how large they can make them, it’s kinda unclear (loose canon stuff) but for the most part Derula have six sets of canines in the top row and four on the bottom. Their other teeth are still fairly sharp, although they aren’t all fang shaped.

Naturally, the operator symbol has been worked into being the “family” symbol (cause i’m a basic bitch idk lol). In this case, it’s more a rune or seal which can summon one of the family if imbued with the correct magics. Sha, having no skin blemishes on his face, is a representation of that symbol. That’s not to say the other seven original Derula have facial blemishes, but more so that Sha just chose the most simple way of representing himself and the beginning of his line when he made the rune. (and yes, he was annoyed when his youngest created, Fenmil (Splendor to us) happened to emerge with eye like blemishes. Even more pissed to learn how pacifistic Splendor turned out to be).

*

I feel like i’m finally getting back into the swing of things with drawing, but it still pisses me off that i’m not better at anatomy stuff (despite the fact i’ve never really done it seriously and should allow myself a learner’s permit when it comes to basic mistakes). It’s especially frustrating floundering around trying to develop more of my own style and wanting it to be detailed yet still simple, but always either going too far one way or the other and never being happy regardless how “good” other people seem to think it is ^^;

So far, knowing i’m going to attach informational/lore blurbs to these has kinda helped in motivating me to draw them, but i’m always smashing my head through a wall just to start the damn idea and more often than not my skull cracks before a dent is made in the wall. Here’s hoping i can keep what little positive vibes i currently have going for me that’s dragging me through making anything at all.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Im sorry im sot sure how to word this right but, how do you manage to change the characters race while still making them look like well, them? I've tried but it never comes out right.... they allways look like a new character when i try.... again im sorry to ask....

Tis not a problem at all dear comrade! I'm always happy to try and answer art questions, but just a heads up i might get a lil bit rambly in some spots so i do apologize beforehand.

First off, change that negative tone!

I understand how you feel and its easy to feel down when the piece isnt turning out how you picture it but that's ok. You're setting foot into new artistic territory, something you havent tried before thats still a fairly big unknown. Instead of seeing it as a failure see it instead as a step in your artistic growth. No one starts off god tier right? Changing your framing of how you see your 'bad' drawings can really help you see em in a more positive light (and help with motivation when you attempt something new another time!)

Ok but onto what you actually asked about. How do you change a character but still keep them the same? Well in my eyes to do this, you have to

Break down thedesign

Let's take in the character we wanna redesign. We gotta really look at their original design and identify all their relevant features and shapes that make them easily recognizable as them.

Lemme grab my assistant Gajeel to illustrate my point.

So we have our Gajeel, yea we know what he looks like but! What exactly are we looking for here? Well we're looking for the key features to his design, features important enough where if he had a completely different hairstyle and colour palette ( and perhaps even body type) would make you go 'yea that's gajeel'.

So in breaking it down we note that he has:

Triangular shaped eyes with a bit of a dark outline

Small eyes with slit pupils

Prominent cheekbones

Jacked up hairline

And of course the most noticable feature, the multiple piercings

These- to me- are the most important parts of his design so i leave them generally unchanged when i go about drawing him. Which means everything else is on the table to change!

Though for me when I got about my redesigns i focus on changing 3 things mostly- nose, lips and hair. These really push a race change design, specifically in this case, makin em black

Now of course with this you are going to change skin tone that's obvious but relying solely on colour palette change makes for a somewhat weak redesign. If you turn off the colour and you can't tell if the character is nonwhite then it needs some work.

Noses and Lips

Now there are a great many ways to draw wider noses and it can be a bit difficult figuring out to interpret em without em lookin janky but i find that less is more!

I only ever really show the base of the nose where the tip part is and the nostrils, the bridge of the nose is only ever shown in my style when the head is a bit turned.

The same goes with lips, you only really need about 2 or 3 lines at minimum to emphasizs thick lips- one for the actual lip line, one for the top lip and one for the lower lip. Some people choose to leave out the line for the bottom lip and thats fine. Just don't do this-

If you do that im putting you in the ground myself.

Hair

Hair is a bit of a 50/50 for me to change most times because i really enjoy drawing that spiky anime hair lol. But I think that the important thing to keep note of changing the hairstyle to a more natural one is to keep the overall silhouette of the hair recognizable.

The silhouette being y'know, the shape and all that. If you're a pokemon fan then you already know how much a silhouette builds recognition. So as an example, Juvia's first hairstyle was that straightened looke with the tight curls at the end. The shape of that hairstyle was mimicked by using braids with puffs at the ends to help with maintaining that silhouette.

Gajeel has very big, spiky and wild hair so I tried to mimick that with dreads

(Also to note with the Gajeel redesign is that his face is slightly wider with the features a bit lower but thats more of a liberty I took than anything hard and fast so dont even worry about that)

Again, if i am changing the hair then i try to follow the shape of the original design as closely as possible. Even with a design such as my Black Gray design with a vastly different hairstyle i still sketched out the shape of his og hair to maintain the overall spiky shape (with a few liberties lol)

So uh, yea! I think that's the most basic breakdown of how to go about doing a black redesign. Identifying the key design traits i think really is the most important step to do as it really helps to cement what's necessary to keep and what can or cant be changed.

But some other stuff to be mindful of when redesigning:

Refs naturally are your friend. If you have difficulty with interpreting irl refs then theres no shame in using someone elses art as a reference to help you to learn and understand (just no tracing!)

Please for the love of god use saturated browns for the skin tone. I cannot tell you how often i see designs with a gray-brown skin tone. It makes the character look ashy. Please don't make them ashy.

Also speaking of skin tones, be mindful of being accidentally colourist, where all your darker skinned characters villains or angry, loud, violent, sexual, etc. Not saying you can't redesign characters who have those traits to be dark skinned. But if all the characters you redesign to be dark skinned have those traits while others with more positive traits are lighter shades you may want to step back and do some reflection.

Don't be let down if you don't get a redesign on the first try! You don't see behind the scenes for other artists, it definitely takes a few tries to get it right so dont get hung up on it!

These are not hard and fast rules, just really what works for me and how I do things. If you need anything clarified better or wanna ask anything else feel free to! Happy redesigning comrade!

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

Okay I know I posted a ramble like a little bit ago but more on fabulous AUs and AMs

THEY'RE. SO. GENDER. OH MY GOD.

Have you guys ever seen like- where once in a while, or constantly, whatever, they're like super feminine but still identify as guys? Like I see a lot of ectobody art so they can wear dresses and have badoinkers BUT I SAW THIS ONE WHERE THEY DON'T HAVE ECTOS AND IT WAS LIKE SO PRETTY GUYS I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH??? HEHEHE THE SILLIES!!! 💕

Also please tell me I'm not the only one who has seen Dust drawn in a skirt a few times by different artists- I kinda assumed it became a joke trend/schtick, kinda like how we all mutually agreed that Killer wears a black sleeveless turtleneck (Lol like his top half was normal and there's just a skirt slapped onto the bottom half it's so funny, you guys have to check it out sometime)

I think it's really gender to make a traditionally masculine character extra feminine or to have them crossdress without gender bending entirely jeuifsg

Which reminds me

I can't remember exactly but I saw Flapper!Nightmare (Oh my god she(?) was beautiful) and Designer(?)!Ink (absolutely fantabulous) for like, a roaring 20's(?) multiverse, THEY WERE SO PRETTY AND GENDER LIKE THICC NIGHTMARE (in a body positive and non-perverted way) FOR THE WIN, HELLO??? MA'AM, YES MA'AM.

Anyways normalize skeletons wearing dresses.

But also normalize trying to make special outfits for them if they did not have an ectobody because I personally I don't like? Drawing ectobodies that much??? Never tried to draw ectos (Besides hair) actually, I think I'd make it look cursed-

But I have drawn Lust in a dress before, again, no ectobody (He's so fantabulous, I'll post it when I find it somewhere-)

(Then again, say just privates were ecto-fied (Chest and Pelvic region), I think I could work with that but y'know, not gonna try- Not- No, Not gonna try-)

No like, I'm totes okay with them, sure, but I think it kinda messes with the whole part of being a skeleton, y'know??? (Like, ecto body implies flesh, but why no ectoface- I think it's a little weird) It feels??? Off to me 😭??? But when people do it, it can be so cool, most of the time... Most- Most of the time... *Shudders at buff body and small head drawing I saw once, it was kinda funny actually, talented artist though like- details were on point*

[chirolinguistic]

FALLING -- chapter 2 (a TF D&D fic)

Chapter 2 is finally done! It only took me a month (ugh), but I finally managed to put it together. I’ll be honest, I’m not super happy with this one, but it introduces the other three player characters, so I couldn’t exactly skip it! Anyway, I’m excited pretty excited for the chapters to come, especially when I get to the point where I have recordings to work off of, lol. I also hope to have some artwork of the crew (done by my super cool spouse, who is also the DM) to share soon!

SYNOPSIS: While Requiem is taken to another room to be examined, two more freshly-forged bots come online. A fourth bot returns to the facility due to… uh, what was it again?

WARNINGS: Uhhhh none that I can think of this time? Ask to tag and I’ll update it!

Chapter and notes below the cut!

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO -- you are here!

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER TWO.

Back in the first room, another bot began to stir at the prod of their blacksmith’s voice.

“Hello?” It called, a friendly greeting tinged with a bit of uncertainty.

Blurred shapes came into focus as his optics flickered on for the first time, and he found them settled on those of another bot. “H-hello?” he stammered. They were quite close.

“Oh, good, you’re awake!” A grin spread across the other mech’s face, and they straightened up with a small sigh of relief. “Do you have a name?”

He thought about it for a moment, but without too much delay answered, “I think it’s… Windshield?”

The other bot smiled again, and something in Windshield’s chest fluttered. Distracted momentarily by the strange feeling, he almost missed them say, “Windshield, huh? Well, Windshield, can you sit up?”

Perhaps it was from rushing into the motion in order to compensate for his delayed response, or maybe his limbs were still half-asleep, or perhaps it was something else entirely — but when Windshield went to rise, he somehow managed to fall off his berth and land with a thud on the cold, white floor. He winced, having landed quite awkwardly on his chin and and knees, leaving his arms splayed out and his aft in the air. Windshield heard scrambling around him as he worked to get his arms underneath him, and two pairs of hands assisted him until he could work his way back onto the slab, this time into a seated position.

“Are you alright there?” One of the bots that had helped him (and done most of the heavy lifting) spoke, and Windshield realized they must have also been there in the room with him and he hadn’t noticed. “Uh, y-yeah,” he replied, “I think I’m alright. Thanks, and sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not uncommon to be a little wobbly when moving at first.” The other one to help must have been the first bot, for as they spoke, Windshield’s attention was pulled back to them — their hands were still wrapped around his forearm as if to steady him, and Windshield felt his fans kick on to counteract the heat that rose into his cheeks.

Releasing him, they stepped back and turned to the mech from before and said something about calling in the doctor, and during this time Windshield got a better look at the bot that kept drawing his optics. They were quite short — in fact, his own arm seemed almost as long as they were tall. Aside from a light gray face and some black accenting, they were yellow head-to-toe. Rangy limbs sprouted from their boxy torso, though the armor grew thicker towards their extremities. They had several sets of wheels mounted on their body, the most prominent being those that made up their feet, as well as a pair that stuck up from behind them, like wings. Their helm was flat at the bottom but rounded at the top, save for two short horns curving upward, one on either side. He could see their optics trained on him, glowing from behind a neon pink visor, and his mouth was… asking something? Oh no.

“S-sorry, what was that again?” A blue hue crept onto Windshield’s face plating, embarrassment welling up as he continued to get distracted and miss information.

“I just asked if you were still good. You were spacing out a little.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I’m good.”

“Glad to hear. I just wanted to explain what was going on, in case you hadn’t figured it out yet. My name is Humblebumper, and I’m a blacksmith. Your blacksmith, in fact! That means that I helped guide your protoform as it found its shape, and worked with you throughout that process, until you were eventually ready to come online. Your spark was discovered in the Ibex region here on Cybertron, making your full designation ‘Windshield of Ibex’.”

Windshield managed to catch everything this time, despite how fun the name “Humblebumper” was to say in his mind. Quite a fitting one for such a sunny bot — though, while Humblebumper spoke cheerfully, Windshield thought he detected a trace of nervousness… perhaps Windshield was the first bot they had brought online? He wasn’t sure, nor did he feel like he should ask, but it didn’t really matter. All he knew was that he was glad that someone like Humblebumper was his blacksmith.

—

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the final bot expected to come online was being roused by the sound of light banter and tools shifting.

“Hello? Is anybody in there?” The thunk of metal on metal rang nearby as she opened her optics and responded, “Yes. Hello.”

Another bot stood next to her, leaning in close to get a good look at her. She blinked. “Good,” they said, straightening up and giving her some space. “You got a name?”

“Stela Nova,” she answered without hesitation. “And yours?”

“Well, this one perked right up,” said the other bot to themselves, and another clang sounded from their direction. They reached for the back of their head, but continued on, looking up from the datapad in their hand. “Anode. Can you sit up?”

“Pleased to meet you.” Stela did as asked, and found herself facing a mirrored window. In it, she saw herself — quite a small bot, at least in comparison to Anode, who was also reflected in the glass. Swathes of dark blue plating covered a cool gray frame, with gently sloping lines and flecks of white marking its surface. A wide collar-like piece rose up behind her head, and as she turned her frame she saw it extended down her back a ways. Her limbs and torso were lithe and round, and the plating was quite segmented all throughout her body. Looking further down, digitigrade legs ended in feet with sharpened points, as did her hands. She glanced back up to meet her greeter, who had muttered something that was accompanied by yet another clang.

“May I ask what’s… going on there?” she finally asked, inclining her head toward Anode.

“Just a pest.”

“Oh, I’m the pest, huh?” A third voice spoke this time, followed by the sound of transforming, and punctuated by two hands a face popping up over Anode’s shoulder.

“Sorry about her. Hi, I’m Lug!”

Stela’s brow raised a bit at Lug’s reveal, but she relaxed and smiled lightly at the introduction. “Nice to meet you, too, Lug.”

“Likewise!” Lug’s optics darted from side to side before she leaned towards Stela, forcing Anode to hunch slightly in order to accommodate. “I’m, uh, not actually supposed to interfere with the introductions and all that, just assist with tools and stuff. But somebot has to keep this one in line.” Anode rolled her optics dramatically, but did so with an affectionate smile. Lug smiled too before rapping her knuckles on Anode’s shoulder. “Alright, I’m out. Don’t tell anybody!” With that, she gave Stela a wink and transformed back.

“You two seem close.”

“Close as two bots can be!” Anode grinned, casting a thumb over her shoulder and turning to show off the pack-like alt-mode of Lug strapped to her back.

“Anyway, I’m your blacksmith.”

“Blacksmith?”

“Well, it’s my job to assist a protoform in coming online, throughout the process from hot spot to the Forge Pyramid. Well, I guess I technically wasn’t there at your hot spot — which was Sansaw Sanserre, by the way — but uh, yeah.”

“So I take it this isn’t the first time you’ve done this?”

“Oh, no no no no. I’ve been at this for a while. I did take a big break, though, for… personal reasons.” Anode’s expression turned a bit grim at the last part, though perked up a bit as she continued. “Actually, Lug’s the reason I picked it back up again.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Lug and I traveled around for a while, hunted some treasure, met some new friends, adventured with those friends, Lug died, I brought her back to life, y’know, the usual kind of stuff.”

“Is that… usually how things go?”

“Well, no. Though Cybertronians are pretty hard to take offline permanently. A lot of bots that are assumed to be dead wind up… well, not being dead. Seems like there’s some sort of cosmic favoritism that determines how often a Cybertronian returns from the grave.”

“Huh… Well, here’s hoping I stay on the universe’s good side.”

—

A new bot entered from a door on Windshield’s side of the room. He had thought that Humblebumper was small, but the newcomer was about half their size. Brightly colored stripes curved along their plating in a variety of hues, and as they turned their body he could see that their frame was extremely thin when viewed from the side — only about the width of Windshield’s hands pressed together, if he had to guess. They spoke briefly to Humblebumper before turning to Windshield. “I’m Candyland. I’ll be doing a quick scan to make sure everything’s in order.

“Oh, okay,” Windshield said, though by then Candyland had already initiated the scan. They took a moment to analyze the results and made a bit of a face, then turned to Humblebumper. “Hm. Despite their size, it would seem this one is pretty fragile.” They directed their attention to Windshield. “I wouldn’t count on lasting long in a fight if I were you.”

“A fight?! Why would I need to fight anyone?”

Humblebumper cut in, “Well, that was something that was a major consideration for every bot coming online for a while there, but it’s not as much of a concern these days.”

“Oh. That’s a relief.”

“That’s not to say that you’ll never find yourself in a scrap,” said Candyland, still just as blunt as before. “Do your best to keep out of those situations for as long as you can.”

Without another word, Candyland left Windshield to his anxiety and crossed the room to Stela Nova.

“Your turn,” The small medic addressed Stela and gave the same introduction, then scanned her as well. After a moment, they nodded and addressed both Stela and Anode. “Clean bill of health.” Quick as they came, they made their leave, giving a brief nod and turning toward the exit.

Anode called after them, “Thanks, Candy!”

“Not my name,” Candyland replied without missing a beat, in the tired monotone of someone who had said it before. A nanoklik later, the door slid closed behind them.

“Okay! That’s my cue.” The yellow-and-red bot that had called in Candyland stepped forward and addressed the freshly-minted bots. “My name’s Hot Shot! If you two will follow me, we’ll be on the way to our next destination.”

—

“Eyooooooooooooooo-”

In a different room, a tired green medic pinched the bridge of their nose and sighed as the whooping down the hall grew closer and closer to their office. They looked to their door as it slammed open, a head popping around the frame, still loudly hailing their entrance. Today was going to be a long day.

Before the medic — Cabbage Patch — had a chance to invite them in, the bot in the doorway swung out from behind the wall and practically crawled over the chair to sit across from them. “What’s up, doc?”

“Helirazer. Do you remember why you’re back here?”

Helirazer vented in and raised a finger in preparation to answer, but froze, mouth hanging open and eyes beginning to glaze over.

“…Is it the issues from before?” Cabbage Patch offered, barely concealing their exhaustion already. A beat passed before Helirazer finally answered with utmost confidence:

“Of course I know why I’m here.” He closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest, nodding importantly but saying nothing more.

Cabbage Patch, too, closed their eyes before heaving another sigh, rising from their desk and hopping down to the floor. “Come with me. Proto-garten is about to begin, so we might as well do your examination in there. Try to pay attention this time, and maybe you’ll… retain something.” They led the way out of the door and gestured Helirazer on down the hall.

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NOTES: Like I said, this one’s a little rough. I think things will loosen up as we go along, but this one felt really stiff and forced ‘cause… well, it was. I spent a month slowly whittling away at replacing brackets like “[ uhh, something about -blank- and then -blank- happens, I don’t remember how they get there from here… ]” because my memory is shit and I didn’t start recording the sessions until later. It doesn’t help that I’m trying to keep track of which character knows what thing at what point, as we’re now many hours into the campaign and I’m juggling the whole party because I’m dumb, lol (but I am still having so much fun!)

Some notes on characters:

- Windshield is my big dumb softie. Emphasis on the softie, and pseudo-joking about the dumb — Wisdom and Intelligence are his highest stats, and literally all of his others are garbage. Windshield was the second character I rolled, and after having already decided that he would be the biggest size class available, I rolled some very poor stats and thought it would be fun to give this massive man glass bones and paper skin. He’s dumb because he both figuratively and literally fell for the first bot he met. (I had also decided that he would be the romantic of the group, easily flustered, and into smaller bots;  then my spouse intentionally described their blacksmith to sound like Bumblebee, and I knew it was a trap but had to go for it anyway.) We’ll see where it goes. He’s a level 1 druid at present.

Stela Nova is… a mistake, lol. I decided to make her the smart one who like. Thinks? The analytical, potentially manipulative, wants to know everything type. I am not clever enough to play her!!! As a result, she kind of suffers a bit in terms of character/personality, and can be a bit boring. She’s got some flaws for sure, and I’m finally getting somewhere with her, but she’s definitely the one I struggle playing and writing the most. She’s got the coolest design, though — I’m a sucker for beastformers. She’s a level 1 bard.

Helirazer is obnoxious as all hell and I love them. Whereas Stela will stall out, Helirazer’s the one that keeps things moving. He acts and speaks without thinking, which means that I can explore my first impulses freely as well. He was the first character I rolled, and almost everything about them was randomized — size, stats, class, alt-mode, personality traits — and they… kiiiiinda just ended up becoming IDW Whirl. It wasn’t my intention, I swear, but it just kind of happened and I love him and you can rip him from my cold, dead hands. Anyway, to add another element of unpredictability, I have a rule for him that any time they try to recall something, I roll, and that decides if/what they remember. It’s been very fun. :) Level 1 fighter.

I can’t wait to talk more about them! If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask, though I may wait until I post the next chapter or two (which should be a much quicker turnaround this time). The next chapters will reveal their alt-modes, and with that their names. They’re pretty cheesy (but hey, that’s like, the deal with TF names, right?) but they were really fun to come up with.

I’m open to critique and questions, so feel free to hit me up!

Finally, like last time, a quick recap of introduced characters:

Windshield (of Ibex) (player character, he/they) A bit of a mess. Voted most likely to die via papercut. Size: Leader Class

Humblebumper (OC, they/them) Windshield’s blacksmith. Seems like a swell bot. Size: Scout Class

Hot Shot (canon character, he/him) Was present in the room as everyone came online. Helped Humblebumper pick Windshield up after falling, called the doctor in, and will be escorting them to the next area. Size: Deluxe Class

Stela Nova (of Sansaw Sanserre) (player character, she/they) Polite and inquisitive. Wants to make a good first impression. Size: Micro Class

Anode (canon character, she/her) Stela Nova’s blacksmith. A bit of a pest (affectionate). Size: Deluxe Class

Lug (canon character, she/her) Anode’s assistant. The pest of the pest. Size: Micro Class

Candyland (OC, they/them) Doctor. Despite their namesake, they’re a very straightforward bot (and not so sweet). Size: Micro Class

Cabbage Patch (OC, they/them) Doctor? probably. Blacksmith? maybe. Tired. absolutely. Size: Micro Class

Helirazer (player character, any/all (but generally going by he/they at the moment)) ADHD incarnate (affectionate). (please don’t @ me about this or about the number of parentheses in this bullet point, I have ADHD (that should explain them both)). Size: Scout Class

Size Guide: Leader (large) > Deluxe (medium) > Scout (small) > Micro (tiny)

(Most) Cybertronians are larger than humans, obviously. But for the purposes of D&D, they mostly function according to the sizes listed above.