#the stress builds up so quick and it takes so much work to draw all that nervous energy up out of my body.

[neverendingford]

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[merakiui]

for the fwb asks, "you're enjoying this way too much." with trey please? I am. frothing at the mouth <33

<3 forgive me for being indulgent with this. I wanted to include food play as well,,, orz please enjoy the tasty treat that is Trey's dick. >:D

(fwb dialogues)

In hindsight it was dangerous to do this in the Heartslabyul kitchen where anyone could walk in at any moment. But it's late into the night, and Trey had been kind enough to sneak you in on account of owing you a favor. That's all your relationship really is, truly. Just transactions. Mutual give and take. You help him relieve some stress (because Queen knows managing Riddle is an undertaking in itself) and in return he offers to pay you in sweets (and bodily pleasures, but the former is far more tempting).

You'd been expecting one of his renowned strawberry tarts or a slice of cake, so you're stunned when his lips lift into that trademark scheming smirk. He holds up a can of whipped cream next. Having known Trey long enough to decipher his tastes, it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out.

"You're crazy," you breathe, eyes wide.

"Just risky," he corrects, pushing his glasses up, because everyone's mad here. Moonlight catches on the lenses, shimmering back at you in a foreboding glint.

"We can't do that in here. What if someone walks in?"

Trey procures his magic pen from his pocket, pressing it to his lips. "I won't tell if you won't."

Right. Doodle Suit. Convenient.

"All right then. Get on with it," you concede after a short internal debate. The rewards outweigh the risk in this case. Something tells you Trey would bail you out even if you get caught. Partially because he'd be just at fault.

Trey grins. "Would you like to do the honors?"

"Absolutely. Did you even have to ask?"

Snatching the can from his hands, you squirt some on your finger for a taste while he works to fish himself from his pants. He works himself slowly in one hand, peering down at you after you've lowered to your knees. This isn't the first time you and Trey have fooled around with food and it certainly won't be the last.

You make quick work decorating his erection, unable to tamp down the delighted giggle when it twitches in response to the cool cream.

"Eager," you comment, finishing off with a dollop to his tip. You set the can on the tiled floor and admire your handiwork with an approving nod. "Do we have any cherries? Ooh, what about sprinkles?"

Amusement flickers on his face. "I've been meaning to pick some up. We used the rest of them last time."

"Aw. This'll have to do for now then." You press your lips to the head of his cock, swirl your tongue over it, and draw away with a mouthful of whipped cream. "It's still just as good."

Trey inhales sharply, grabbing at the counter behind him to brace himself. "Mm, yeah," he mumbles, clearing his throat. "T-That'll do..."

Scooting closer on the ground, you place your hands on his thighs and lean in again to lick a languid stripe up the underside of his shaft, gathering cream as you go. The motions come easily; you've had his cock in your mouth more times than you've truly studied for any of Professor Crewel's alchemy exams, a bad habit Trey's working to correct. To think you could retain information better when he's blowing your back out... Isn't that something?

Breathing through his nose, he tamps down the slew of sinful groans and instead grips the counter with more force. He's purposely holding back, whether for the sake of keeping quiet or because it's the build-up that entices him. You're not sure which it is, but you're determined to break him tonight.

Licking your lips clean, you look up at him through your lashes to assess the lustful haze glazing his eyes. Whipped cream spots your cheek; you pay it no mind and lean in and wrap your lips around him once more. It's sweet. There's definitely an innuendo to be found there, and Trey seems to notice it right away. He throbs in your mouth, painfully hard.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you say around the mouthful.

Trey chuckles, feigning sheepishness. "It's that obvious, huh?"

You pull away to speak more clearly. "It's cute."

"Not the adjective I'd use, but if it fits..." He laughs, shaking his head. Your word choices always enthrall him. Once you called him a midnight snack, a callback to previous times spent wrapped around one another. He doesn't mind it. Not particularly.

His fingers card through your hair to hold you firmly in place. "Sorry in advance."

"You don't mean that," you tease, and both of you know it's true. He likes seeing you choke on his cock. It's exhilarating.

You don't mind it. Not particularly.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 17th

Day 17: Dirty Talking, Pussy Eating/Blowjob, Breath Control

Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving) cum drinking, reader has no description beyond hair long enough to tangle fingers into, mentions of pussy eating

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Tim groans, his head thrown back against the hard, faux leather of the couch in his office. Looking up at the office tiles that decorate the ceiling as your fingers drag up his thick, meaty thighs on the way to their end goal. His belt. 

“Baby, you don’t-” He chokes on his words, unable to really articulate what he is trying to say when he wants it so badly but he doesn’t think that he deserves it. Especially right here, in his office with only the blinds pulled and the door closed. Anyone could swing inside and see you on your knees in front of him. “Let me-”

“Let me make you feel good.” You cut him off, aware of every excuse that Tim Rockford will use to stop you from blowing him. Biting your lip as your hands slide over the taunt fabric of his crotch, thighs spread with you kneeling between them. Going for the trim belt that holds them tight to his hips and keeps you from the cock beneath. 

Tim deserves this. He needs this. Overworked, underpaid. The detective is a bloodhound for the truth, and yet he can’t see how much you want to give this to him. Your mouth watering at the thought of holding his cock in your mouth, caressing him with your tongue while all the stress and worry of the day, the week, just falls away. 

His breath catches and his hands come down on your shoulders, resting there a moment while you pull the belt tail tight, easing the prong of the belt buckle free from the notched hole to slip it apart. 

You think that he’s going to push you away. To deny himself this gift. But he doesn’t. One strong hand slides up your neck over your cheek to tangle his fingers into your hair. Pulling the roots slightly as he gives a wordless groan of consent. 

He’s half hard already, making you hum happily in the back of your throat as you unlatch those dress pants he wears. Not quick a hallmark of fashion, it was dressy enough to be in the dress code for his rank and still be slightly frumpy. Although his shirt is tight against his skin, the undershirt tucked into his practical boxer briefs when you pull the tails of his button down up out of his pants. 

His thighs shift again, spreading more, ass pushing down to move closer to you. Giving in to what you want to give him and he obviously wants to take. The man has been working on this case for weeks. Spending countless midnight hours pouring over the evidence board and the files. His office is filled with the scent of cigarettes and stale coffee. Right now, you want it to be filled with desire, the slightly musky scent of his skin and his cum. 

Instead of pulling his pants and underwear down, you reach into his briefs and pull him out. Wrapping your fingers around his thick, hardening cock to make him groan. Unable to really believe until he feels your touch that this is truly happening. 

The loud exhale of his breathing makes you smile, eyes flickering up to meet his own as he takes in the sight in front of him. Squeezing his cock gently and feeling it continue to grow in your hand. Curling up and filling out so that you have to relax your grip as he becomes even more impressive. Leaning forward and opening your mouth to dribble a little spit onto the head to ease your hand stroking him. 

It makes him groan, watching the slightly dirty act and you know he will be groaning more when you get to the good parts. For now, you want to slowly build him up. Draw this out and let him enjoy it. The bullpen outside his door is empty, everyone else has gone home and there’s no one who would interrupt right now. 

The clock ticks on the wall. Breaking the silence and keeping time as you slowly start to pump his length in your hand. Languid strokes up and down his thick shaft as you watch him watching you. Noting when his cock twitches in your hand or that cute little frown line between his brows pulls down, memorizing what feels good to him. 

His fingers flex against your scalp, telling you he wants to pull you closer. Wants to show you what he is most eager for, but the detective restrains himself. Still holding onto that iron-willed reserve that has made him a fantastic, although burned out, detective. 

He’s good at waiting. He’s good at watching events unfold and right now, you want him to watch his own pleasure play out. 

Leaning in, your tongue slides out of your hot, wet mouth. Gently caressing the head of his cock and pulling a low moan out of the man. Savoring it every bit as much as the taste of him. The salty, earthy taste of flesh and musk. 

Your own moan vibrating around his sensitive flesh and making him pant above you. Your fingers sliding down to the base of his cock, curling against his pelvis and hair, holding it upright so you can start taking him down your throat in progressively deeper bobs of your head. 

Every pass, you take a little more. Your hand slowly jerks the base of his cock and twisting gently around him. Tongue circling the head and pushing flat as you pull him deeper into your mouth, sucking around him just feel that vein jump wildly. 

You keep it soft, slow. Wanting to let him luxuriate in the softness of your mouth, the warmth and the heat lulling him into a relaxed state. You don’t care if your jaw gets sore from being held so wide, that your hands are soaked in with the spit and pre-cum as you work to keep him deep in your throat. You want him to slowly reach climax. So slowly that it almost sneaks up on him. 

Tim isn’t silent. His grunts and groans go straight to your cunt, making it throb as he moans for you. Whispering raspy words that honestly make no sense, jumbled together praises like ‘good fuck, suck cock’ and ‘pretty hole, tongue good’. Making you preen because you’ve reduced this quick thinking, doggedly solid man to a pile of words and whimpers. 

Your hand continues to pump him, your mouth sucking and cheeks hollowing around him. Almost wishing that the man had a cigarette in his hand or a glass of whiskey to sip on while you suck his cock with a single purpose. To make him forget everything but the heat of your mouth, the softness of your palette, the firmness of your hand. All of them working together to take him apart. 

You’re enjoying it, much more than anyone would ever imagine. Your panties drenched in slick as you give the best blowjob of your fucking life. Lashes fluttering up so you can see his head tilt back, drop forward so those dark eyes can watch. Feeling the way his hand almost presses you deeper onto his cock but then he relaxes. His other hand squeezes your shoulder tight when you suck and your throat closes around the head. 

Reduced to grunts and whines, Tim can’t help but start to rock his hips up. Not enough to choke you, but needing more friction as he climbs higher. That need that has built up in his stomach nearly boiling over and if you were to pull off his cock now, he would beg you to keep going. 

Panting wildly, his breath is shaky, stuttered as if he cannot take in enough air. His cock pulsing in your grip and you know that he’s only moments away now. Your strokes become more firm, the suction of your mouth increasing and you push him further down your throat while you hum around him. Urging him to cum, to spill down your throat and give you every drop of his release to drink down. 

Tim gasps your name, choking it out as his hips jerk up, seeking to bury his length deep into your throat. Body pulling taut like a bow string as he starts to throb on your tongue in that pulsing, hammering beat before the first burst of salty release fills your mouth. 

You moan, immediately swallowing as fast as you can and it’s still not fast enough. Drops escaping from the side of your lips, sliding down your jaw while you grip his thighs and push him as far down as he will go without choking. Taking everything that he’s willing to give you as he comes apart underneath you in glorious groans that have you humming happily. 

Continuing to swallow until he’s pumped dry, then holding him in your mouth. Feeling the twitching of the aftershocks as he starts to soften and shrink in your mouth. Not even pulling away to lick up the remnants that have spilled down your chin until his pants have evened out and his body is relaxed in a completely dazed slump on his office sofa. 

“Holy shit.” His amazed tone makes you laugh as you slowly pull back, tucking his wet cock back into his briefs and looking up at him as you pat it closed. 

“Feel good?” You ask, slightly smug in reducing this man to the dazed, ruffled state he is in. 

“Good?” He shakes his head and starts to slowly untangle his fingers from your hair as gently as he can. “That was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had.” He promises. “Now I need to see if my pussy eating measures up.” He huffs, making you grin. 

“Oh yeah?” You hum, slightly excited to see what he’s got. “We can do that.” Tonight will apparently be relaxing for both of you, and you aren’t mad at it. 

[chosos-mascara]

movie night

𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after only a week dating aki, neither of you could hold back on waiting.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - creampie, aki calls you 'baby' 1k words

A line of kisses along your collarbone, hands gliding upward from your hips to chest, blue eyes lapping up the sight beneath as you'd smiled back, encouraging him further.  "Are you sure?" Aki questioned with some reluctance as his touch slowed, awaiting your consent before pushing further.  "Of course I'm sure, Hayakawa." Smirk playing on your lips, you placed fingers over his, guiding him toward what had been his goal.

Once cupping over your breast and allowing a squeeze over the skin, you'd removed your touch, allowing Aki to take control once more. He hadn't needed further persuasion, fingers gliding over your torso and rolling over one nipple, though quickly changing direction as he felt himself unable to draw out what had been intended. Hooking digits through the waistband of your thong, he pulled the garment downward, slight lowered as he took in the nudity beneath him, free hand absentmindedly palming the bulge within his trousers. 

Finally. Although only dating for a week, you'd worked years beside Aki, building up tensions you hadn't realised had been so close to a tipping point. Following the shitty Blockbuster movie you hadn't payed much attention to, neither party had been able to stand the pull toward the other, ending in a heated make-out session and desire to take things further. "I didn't bring condoms." His actions spoke louder than the words he'd spoken, pulling trousers downward and allowing himself to spring upward against bare stomach. The sight had been one you'd pictured for years, and finally able to indulge within. Slim, yet muscled, v-line and abs defined beneath soft skin. 

"Want you bare." You'd whispered the statement, bringing your knees closer toward your chest. Aki hadn't been able to stop himself staring at the way your pussy had looked between parted legs, the position you'd been forced into while laying beside the couch cushions had pushed your folds a little closer together. When moving forward to line himself with you, the warmth of his cock trailed your inner thigh before his tip had entered into cunt, a sigh of relief escaping you before he'd pushed further. 

Bare had felt good. Aki hadn't too much experience with anything other that quick one-night stands, a lack of love while chasing the need for release, pounding hips against one another while driven by lust. He hadn't thought much into relationships, or at least, hadn't found himself interested. You were different, though. Years he'd spent looking at you as if the only person in the room, wondering if he'd voiced his affection toward you that you'd accept him. Late nights fisting over his leaking cock as he pictured you beneath him but being riddled with guilt after letting go. Feeling your walls hug him without a barrier had him twitching inside you, a groan falling from his lips as he fought to keep his eyes from rolling backward.  

"Feel s' good, baby." He inhaled deeply, much like the drawn out drags he'd taken from cigarettes after a stressful day. You'd be his new cure-all, a roll of his hips as he'd felt on cloud nine and sweet whines from your lips when he'd pushed himself deeper or drawn back only to give you the full length moments later. A sensation you hadn't known you'd needed between your legs as you'd tried to spread yourself wider - only to be blocked by the couch cushion beside you. 

Aki leaned forward once more, hair brushing your skin as his face came closer to your own, lips molding against yours with breaths mingling and nose bumping yours with each thrust. The kisses were sloppy, neither party entirely cognizant, rather too focused on the feelings within your cores. Aki had tasted as you'd expected; menthol and tobacco. Scents that you'd catch yourself indulging in when he'd come in from the cold, a waft flowing from his person and into your presence - yet another comforting thing he'd brought you in secrecy. You wouldn't dare tell him back then that you'd been nearing to falling in love with him; you could barely muster out the truthful confession only a week ago. 

Within this moment, history had replayed between both bodies, creating a deeper meaning within the present. Two people longing over one another for years, to share this moment, now. His lips pulled from yours, eyes settled on your expression and a groan from his chest, teeth setting into bottom lip. Aki looked beautiful, hair falling to either side of his face and dancing with each roll of hips, the tip of locks tickling over his shoulders. Blue gaze locked on you, losing himself in the way you'd looked at him, a lust filled daze weighing over skin. 

Your back had arched and head thrown back when he'd picked a pace, hands running over your torso to halt at your hips, fingers digging into the plush. His sight dropped to the source of lewd sounds and pleasure, watching as the thick of his cock disappeared into you. When drawing out, the sheen of his base a reminder of the arousal you'd created, all due to his body, his movements. Small things that added onto the surreal nature of euphoria you'd shared.  "Fuck," Aki breathed, mouth dropping open for a moment and brow furrowing before he'd been able to formulate a sentence. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt." 

Such profound words had been the last thing you'd expected to flow from Aki's tongue, yet you felt yourself tightening around him, a hum of approval while watching through half-lidded eyes as he'd pushed himself forward, now pelvis to pelvis. Jaw dropping wide and pupils rolling back, Aki groaned - this time allowing white ropes to paint the walls he'd wanted to be within forever. Only when allowing a slurry of moans and his body to stop stuttering had he been pulled back to the world around him. His grip loosened, the fingers once close to bruising your body with a death grip had now caressed your face, a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

[naathanuwu]

Home sweet planetarium

(Rushed drawing by me)

Vox x masc!reader

Category: fluff

Word count: 504

Summary: You’ve been dating Vox for a few weeks. After getting cancelled on again you had enough and decided to bring the date over to Vox’s penthouse.

Warning: Light usage of cursing- it’s like one word, mentioned Valentino

The room was dark and chairs were set out perfectly to pull blankets over them. As you did just that, things were coming along. There was one more thing missing. Looking for a plug, you added the last perfect detail. A small star projector, making the interior of the blanket fort light up with stunning constellations.

To be honest you have had enough of Vox’s stressed and barely present attitude. If there was one thing you could do perfectly, it’s to prepare something nice and comforting. Something to ease the end of Vox’s long day. Soft cushions and blankets were layed out on the floor beneath the blanket roof.

(You were unsure if Vox had enough or even any comfortable bedding, so you brought your own stuff with you.)

Now adding the last few details you hear the elevator ding. Sudden excitement rises within you, wondering how your boyfriend would react. To be quite fair this is incredibly silly, but if Vox wanted something serious with you he had to deal with it.

“Uhh… what the fuck?” You could hear Vox’s voice echo through the room as he saw the odd fort. He couldn’t really make out why it was in his penthouse. All Vox could assume was that Valentino wanted to do something kinky.

You quickly crawled out of the tend and jumped up doing jazz hands. To Vox’s relief. “Surpriseeee~ I came over anyway- even tho you told me not to… yay?”

Vox just kinda stared at you and then back to the fort. He had no clue what this meant. Dating you has opened Vox to many things. One of them being silly and affectionate gestures for nothing materialistic in return. You caught onto that real quick walking up towards him.

“You’ve been working your ass off the entire week and I kinda missed you. I didn’t want to force you to do something that might exhaust you even more, so I thought why not make your home extra cozy?” You gently tucked your hand around his arm, pulling him with you towards the blanket fort. It did look ugly from the outside, you had to admit that.

Once Vox saw the interior of the blanket fort his heart melted a little. “Wow… this doesn’t look as shit as I expected.” He followed you into the tent, his gaze fixated on the stars. It was pretty odd to see something like that, especially coming from an adult.

“I know, I should’ve done this in your aquarium or something. How thoughtless of me…” You sigh out dramatically, dropping your chin onto his shoulder. The dramatic action more of a request of gratitude than genuine critique towards yourself.

Vox placed his clawed hand on your shoulder and lied back, pulling you down with him. The projected stars slowly and smoothly moving, earning Vox’s full visual attention. “This is quite nice actually… you shouldn’t have done something like that, you know?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to. Building blanket forts was one of my favourite things to do as a kid.” You shrug snuggling up to Vox.

A direct thank you would be too much to ask for, but his actions reflect his gratitude. You asked Vox about his childhood and that conversation turned into trauma bonding. Time seems to stop as Vox and you were just trapped in the (fake) starlight, eventually passing out into sleep.

A/n: Hello my beloved Vox simps and fanfic enjoyers! I hope you have enjoyed reading my sweet short fanfiction. I know that in the pole from yesterday smutt won, but I already finished this fluff fic yesterday and worked on the title drawing for it as well.

I’ll get working on the smutt fic next though! It might take a little longer cause I’m a little shy about it hehehe

Ps: Can we appreciate the little separators I made? It’s tiny Vox sending smooches :’)

[monstress]

hii. if u dont mind, could u please share that "change of attitude" towards journaling? i feel like i really need that.. since i myself changed my attitude towards drawing and have been much more productive and happy doing it this last year. however Writing About Myself its another beast completely.. hope u r having a nice day! 🍃

hope you're having a lovely day as well! anyways as i was typing this up, what starts as a small tidbit has gone off the rails so i suppose this is my blanket advice as a newbie in journaling:

the materials!

choosing the titular journal aka notebook:

soft vs hard cover - i didn't realize this is SUCH a deciding factor until much later. most people prefer soft covers since journals can get massive with use but it's very subjective. be tactile - if it just don't feel right in ur hands, it's not gonna be something u reach out for when u have free time.

size - the most common sizes are A5, A6 or regular aka travelers notebook. you have to think abt who you are as a writer. do u have a large handwriting that takes up pages and pages? do you like space or are you overwhelmed by a blank page? do you travel a lot and do u want something unobtrusive in your bag? choose something that will reasonable work as a part of your daily life.

paper texture - paper that is smooth to write in are a great source of pleasure. notebooks with 100gsm paper is a good benchmark.

price - pleaseeee do not break the bank to purchase a fancy notebook. an expensive notebook can become an unloved one. you'd be too stressed to ensure every entry is perfect and pretty enough and the notebook eventually becomes too intimidating for you to fill in. check out your local hypermarket or online stores for quality notebooks. moleskins are overrated--in my country, they are v v expensive so don't feel pressure to buy a certain stationary just bc you see them often on ig/tiktok like my journal cost me approximately RM10 (USD2.34) and my new one w 100gsm paper cost me RM17 (USD4) like affordable options are out there!

build a connection with your notebook - listen...this sounds strange but having an attachment with your journal and making it inviting as possible is a great source of motivation. personalize it: add stickers, doodle or paint the cover. get a fabric/pvc cover to keep it clean if you'd like (you can add lil papers/stickers on ur actual notebook cover before putting on the pvc cover! very cute and easy)

and your pens:

again: less is more! use any relatively cheap pens you like - be it for the ink or smoothness. if you want to journal a lot, expect to lose a few pens during traveling or just around the house lmao

for fans of darker inks like me, i use Uni-ball Signo Broad, M&G R3 retractable gel pen and my favorite: Faber Castell RX Gel Pen 0.38mm - which cost like RM1.49 (i dont wanna convert - it's change money in america)

final note: i don't use fountain pens so i'm afraid i'm not well-versed enough to advise in that department but i deeply respect (and a little in awe) of journallers who use them 🫡

the tenet!

purpose: what do u plan to use the notebook for? daily journal? art journal? planner? all three? it's your life! live deliciously! since i have a 9-5 job, i know i can't keep up with more than one journal so i've been using mines as a diary and i dump my daily activities/thoughts/reviews of all kinds of media i'm currently obsessed with and it fills up quick!

don't be too hard on yourself: if you missed a day or two of journalling, it's fine - take it back up. write down anything memorable you'd like in the past few days. if you come across a certain blank page your brain is blanking to fill, perhaps after a previous dark entry, skip the page. skip two pages if needed. don't be scared of blank pages. if it needs to be blank, let it be.

it doesn't have to only be words! add stickers, dried flowers, receipts, ticket stubs, other ephemera you collected in the day. be artful! go crazy on page decoration!!

if there's anything you take away from this post, it's this: if you truly want a journal that is used up quickly, do not have plans to share it on social media. personally, i find once you are in the mindset of sharing your journal for an audience's consumption, you get worried whether it's "aesthetic" enough or is it too boring or too ugly or too dark or that you don't upload regularly enough. social media can be inhibiting your creativity or motivation to journal like let your animal brain ruminate in private! stay free from the shackles of responsibility!

[beebeetheclown]

Imagine a world where Kendall becomes CEO and of course he's all cocky/confident about it. You are his girlfriend or whatever and help him move stuff into the new bigger office and then he ruins you on the desk while being so high on the power of being the new leader and CEO💅

Kendall had texted you in the evening after he had finished work. He was in his office, the new office, and he asked you if you wanted to come over to see how it all looked.

The office was larger than others, everything that used to be Logans was either gone or had become Kendalls. When you first arrived at the office, the first thing you noticed was actually the smug grin on Kendall’s face. You knew he thought highly of himself. Ever since he got the job he was so confident about everything, there was never a saddened frown on his face.

“How does it look?” Asks Kendall.

“I love it.” You walk closer to him, “Very spacious.”

“Uh huh. I’ve finally got what I wanted. This was all I needed.”

“I’m happy for you Ken.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. You finally get to be the big boss.” You kiss his cheek then whisper in his ear, “You’ve proven everyone who’s ever doubted you wrong. They can’t laugh at you anymore Kendall, you can laugh at them.”

You look at him again and he looks back at you, a small, satisfied grin is on his face, “Hey, uh, how about I get a little, I don’t know- reward?”

“A reward?” A grin now appears on your face. You had a good idea of what kind of reward he wanted.

“Yeah, you know, a reward for finally getting to this point. I’ve worked really hard. I think I deserve a reward.”

“And what kind of reward would that be?”

“We have sex.”

You laugh at how direct he is, “So forward.”

“Yeah, I mean, now that I’m the boss, I don’t like to waste any time.”

You put your hands on his shoulders, “You want to fuck me right here in your new office?”

Kendall’s tone is deep and quiet, “Uh huh.”

You like to tease Kendall and give him what he wants, not only because it gets him worked up so fast, but because it turns you on as well.

“I want you to fuck me on your new desk Kendall.” A small groan mixed with a sigh leaves his lips, “I want the CEO to fuck me on his desk.”

And soon enough, you both get so impatient. You are both tearing each other’s clothes off and he brings you over to his desk. Some things fall off the desk as your hand pushes them off.

“Do I get to do things how I want now that I am the boss of this office?”

“Yes Kendall.”

Since it is evening, the building is pretty empty. Kendall’s blinds and door are shut. He closed the blinds earlier as he knew he wanted to fuck you as soon as you got to the office. Both you mixed with him now having the power of what felt like everything turned him on so much,

Everytime you sleep with Kendall, it’s different. It depends on what mood he is in or what kind of personality he has that day. Happy, cocky, sad, angry, stressed, all of them are different. This time, you know how cocky he is, him being cocky is one of your favorites.

After your last reply, you both don’t say much, both of your breaths are heavy and you are quick with your movements. You sit at the edge of his desk and he spreads your legs then finishes undoing his pants. He pulls them down just enough to let his cock free. It’s already hard, it’s aching with need.

“I’m CEO.” Kendall says with a low growl. A grin is on his face.

“You’re CEO. You have all control now Kendall. You’ve proved them all,”

He thrusts his hips forward roughly. He fits himself all the way in then draws his hips back before slamming into you again. A yelp leaves you. Your arms cling around his shoulders and you continue to let out soft moans.

He moans with you. His moans are deep and sometimes mixed with a pleasured and satisfied chuckle, “You take me so well.” Another moan, a softer one, escapes him, “I love you so much.”

He kisses your lips as he continues his harsh movements. “I love you Kendall.”

“You always give me what I want. Fuck- no excuses made. You don’t ask me questions, you don’t doubt me. You just agree with me and get me what I need.” His one hand travels to lay flat on your back, “You’re so good to me.”

“I only want you Kendall. Oh- Kendall, I only want you.”

“You only need me.”

“Yes.”

“Say that you need me.” One of Kendall’s favorite things was to know that he was enough for you. It made him feel good about himself.

“I need you Kendall.”

“Yeah you do.” He says confidently as he picks up the pace, his confidence is now rising.

You let him ruin you on the desk. The desk name plate with, ‘Kendall Roy’ and ‘CEO’ underneath it being ingrained in the name plate sat on the desk right beside you.

It doesn’t take him long to get you to the edge. When he is cocky, it never does take you very long. You like when Kendall takes what he wants from you. You let him spill inside you he groans into your neck as he finishes. You don’t let go of his shoulders until he finally pulls out.

He kisses you once after it’s finished and you chuckle a little, “Now that you’re CEO, no one can stop you. You can do whatever you want.”

He grins, “I can fuck you in my office whenever I’d like, and no one would be able to put a stop to it. Maybe when I’m stressed, I could put you in my calendar.”

You giggle, “What, like I'm some daily task?”

“Sort of. But in a loving way. Like, for example, four o’clock Monday, blow job performed by you. Three o’clock Thursday, another one.”

You laugh again, “You’re funny.”

“Hey, I’m putting you on that calendar.” He grins playfully, “Like you said, I’m the boss now, no one can stop me.”

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- I feel like I haven’t written ken x reader smut in so long. I’ve been struggling with writing smut recently idk why😭

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[officialralsei]

…that does make sense! It reminds me of shaping something out of the Grand Fountain. I’m more used to spellcasting mechanics, but harnessing intent like this is something I’m not too unfamiliar with! I’ll give it a try now.

…

…GOOD. I HEARD THE SOUND OF ITS SUMMONING. NOW, FOCUS YOUR MAGICAL INTENT. AND LET IT POOL WITHIN THE ORIGIN OF THE ATTACK. WHEN YOU CAN HOLD THE ENERGY NO LONGER. ALLOW IT TO COALESCE INTO A SINGLE BEAM. 

THINK OF IT LIKE DRAWING A BOW TO ANCHOR. AND RELEASING IT IN ONE MOTION. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO HOLD THE ENERGY WITHIN PLACE. OR IT MAY RELEASE ITSELF OF ITS OWN ACCORD. IN A MUCH LESS… CONSTRUCTIVE. MANNER.

TRY IT NOW.

…

Hmm. Um, I’ll try that again. It fizzled out…

IT IS ALL RIGHT IF YOU CANNOT DO IT YET. IT IS A VERY DIFFERENT KIND OF MAGIC. FROM WHAT YOU ARE LIKELY USED TO. TAKE YOUR TIME TO BECOME COMFORTABLE. WITH SIMPLY SUMMONING THE ATTACK. IT WILL NOT CONSUME YOUR MAGIC. UNTIL IT FIRES SUCCESSFULLY.

…SPEAKING OF WHICH. I WANTED TO ASK YOU ABOUT ‘TENSION POINTS.’ THE “PLAYERS” TOLD ME OF HOW THEY ENABLE YOUR SPELLCASTING. BUT WHAT THEY SAID ABOUT THE GENERATION OF ‘TENSION POINTS.’ AND YOUR USAGE OF THE ‘PACIFY’ SPELL IN PARTICULAR. WAS… CONCERNING. 

…IS THERE… ARE YOU… ARE YOU OKAY, RALSEI?

Oh, I’m fine! I don’t use that spell as often as they implied I do, anyway. Usually I sleep pretty well! It’s only every once in a while that I end up using it.

BUT THE FACT THAT YOU ARE ABLE. TO CAST IT AT ALL, EVEN OUTSIDE OF BATTLE… TO BE IN SUCH A STATE OF HEIGHTENED STRESS. THAT ITS EFFECTS ARE COMPARABLE TO BEING GRAZED BY A BULLET… THAT IS QUITE WORRISOME.

Oh? Is it?

…

…YES. ALL THE MORE SO FOR YOUR HAVING TO ASK THAT. 

…BUT THEN AGAIN. I SUPPOSE YOU WOULD NOT HAVE HAD ANY METRIC. BY WHICH TO HAVE KNOWN THAT, WOULD YOU…? I CAN ONLY ASSUME THAT YOUR CREATOR DID NOT IMPART UPON YOU. MUCH KNOWLEDGE OF MENTAL HEALTH. 

…

BUT THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. I… I DO NOT KNOW HOW I MAY HELP YOU. BUT IF YOU FEEL THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT…

It’s fine. Spellcasters are meant to build up stress a little more easily than other classes, haha. It really isn’t that unusual to have a full TP bar after dealing with those above us, I think! Especially if they’re, um, being demanding.

YES, CERTAINLY, BUT…

…

…IS IT BECAUSE OF ME? I… I UNDERSTAND IF IT IS. I WILL NOT BE MAD, I JUST… WISH TO KNOW WHAT IT IS THAT IS CAUSING YOU DISTRESS. SO THAT I MAY FIX IT. 

It’s not your problem to worry about. Capische?

…Umm, but since you are worried… I don’t have quite as much TP lately as I used to. These days, um, it doesn’t build up as fast as it used to, either. So you don’t have to be concerned, okay? I really am doing fine.

…I UNDERSTAND. I APOLOGIZE FOR PRESSING YOU. I AM JUST… REMINDED OF MY SON. HE ALWAYS REFUSED TO ADMIT WHEN HE WAS STRUGGLING. EVEN WHEN THE EVIDENCE WAS DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME. 

I DO NOT KNOW WHETHER HE WAS TOO PROUD TO ASK FOR HELP. OR SIMPLY DID NOT THINK I COULD HELP. BUT… IT WAS DIFFICULT TO WATCH. IF THERE IS ANYTHING AT ALL I CAN DO…

…BUT AS I SAID. I WILL NOT PRESS YOU FURTHER. I AM JUST GLAD THAT YOU ARE DOING BETTER THAN BEFORE. I… I HOPE THE TREND CONTINUES.

Thanks!

…Darn, that one didn’t work either. Umm… I guess this is more difficult than I thought, haha!

TRIAL AND ERROR. FAILURES PROVIDE MEANINGFUL DATA FOR NEXT TIME. JUST DO NOT FORCE IT IF IT IS NOT WORKING. YOU WILL ONLY HURT YOURSELF THAT WAY.

I think I almost got it! Just a little longer. Like you said, I'm learning a lot from trial and error! Your lessons always teach me a lot of new things, haha.

THAT IS WONDERFUL TO HEAR.

…

I, TOO, HAVE LEARNED FROM OUR LESSONS. THINGS THAT I DID NOT EXPECT. CONCERNING THE WAY YOUR WORLD FUNCTIONS. AND BY EXTENSION, THE CONNECTION BETWEEN OUR OWN WORLDS. AND THAT OF THE “PLAYERS.” 

…THEY WERE CERTAINLY QUICK TO MAKE REFERENCE. TO OUR CONVERSATION DURING YOUR PIANO LESSON.

Haha. Like I said last time… it's very, very interesting, isn't it?

YES… IT IS A NEW UNKNOWN VARIABLE. A RARITY IN THIS EXISTENCE OF MINE, THOUGH AS OF LATE. THERE HAS BEEN MORE TO STUDY. THAN EVER.

…

I AM CERTAIN WE WILL LEARN MORE. OF THE PURPOSE OF THIS PHENOMENON–

I did it! I did it! Did you hear that? It was so loud!!

EXCELLENT, RALSEI. VERY GOOD. THE SOUND IS UNMISTAKABLE. 

DID YOU, AH… HIT YOUR MARK?

Umm…! I meant to fire it off into the emptiness beyond the cliffs, but, umm… it hit the ground. Haha. Umm… it's kind of a big crater…!

THAT IS TO BE EXPECTED. THE BEAMS LOOSE A LARGE AMOUNT OF ENERGY. WITHIN A VERY CONCENTRATED AREA. 

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT…?

I'm okay! Um, the ground shook a bit, but I'm not hurt at all! And I'm just on the cliffs, so it's okay if I mess up the terrain here a little bit, I think! Umm… I think a crater of this size would have been bad if I had done it in Castle Town, haha. Maybe I won't practice these in the training grounds until I have better control…

A PRUDENT CHOICE. 

TO BE CERTAIN THAT YOU UNDERSTAND. HOW TO CONTROL THE CONSEQUENCES OF AN ACTION. BEFORE PROCEEDING WITH THAT ACTION. IS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF ANY WHO WIELD SUCH POWER.

I'm not sure I do understand how to control the consequences yet, haha. Certainly not as much as you think I do. Still… that's why I have these lessons with you, isn't it? To figure out what sort of control could be possible for me.

And, you know… maybe you could keep consequences in mind a bit more during our time together, too. Just a thought.

…

…DULY NOTED.

[whentherewerebicycles]

spent 3+ hours on the phone with liz walking the dogs in the rain and doing chores and making dinner so I’m cured of sadness basically. kind of a hard day but mostly just in the ways I anticipated it would be. job is official official and I’m very happy about it. I’ve decided not to psych myself out about the fact that it’s a big career jump and instead dive into the work with the assumption that 1) I can learn how to do it with practice, 2) not having done this work at this level before means I’ll have to really listen to/observe/build relationships with people around me so I can learn from their expertise (which just seems like a good philosophy in general), and 3) I don’t have to stress about molding myself to some norm I made up in my head! I can decide what kind of professional I want to be and can just go about being that kind of professional. and if it takes a while to figure things out that’s normal—it took me a full two years before I really felt confident and competent in my last university job, so I should expect a similar adjustment period here.

I also just spent an hour paging through the two new cookbooks I ordered and looking at this other one my friend recommended online. this has given me lots of recipe ideas obviously but it’s also making me think about what the next stage in Learning How to Cook is going to look like. I feel like 4-5 months of focused practice has helped me achieved my initial goals of wanting to feel more confident in my ability to make new recipes, to produce consistent results when re-making old recipes, and to be able watch/taste food while cooking and make adjustments (to salt, fat, acid, and heat) as needed to improve the outcome. I’ve also tried a lot of new foods, taught myself to like new things by preparing them in different ways, and amassed a bunch of easy, low-fuss vegetarian/vegan meals that produce great leftovers.

I’d definitely like to continue expanding my repertoire of meals, but I’ve also been thinking that I want to develop a better understanding of how to construct really good meals. to me this means learning…

how to choose dishes that go well together,

how to prep simple starters and sides (both for planned meals & for when you’re just throwing things together based on what’s in the fridge)—idk I am such a one-dish-meal kind of person but I’d love to try a bunch of things and have more ideas to draw on!

how to make little tweaks to existing recipes that will amp up the wow factor of the dish… i feel like I have friends who are good at things like swapping out a run-of-the-mill dressing on a salad with something more intriguing, or preparing sides in ways that make the food feel a lot fancier without making the actual prep part more difficult. I always admire it when people can think of quick little upgrades to a simple meal and I wanna be able to do that someday too.

I think that’s going to be my next area of focus! I know that going back to work in person means I won’t have as much time/energy for extended all-afternoon cooking sessions but I know myself lol if I can make this next phase into a structured ~learning experience~ it will seriously boost my motivation to actually follow through. so I gotta think a bit about what I want this to look like and how I’m going to identify the skills involved & create opportunities for myself to practice them. gonna make myself a curriculum babyyy that’s what life is all about

[herrscherofmagic]

I think I might take a break from making fanart for some time; or at least, I'll try and make it less of a priority.

This thought came to me just now, and while I don't really have a concrete plan or process in mind I figured I might as well share it anyways

Of course, I do intend to still make fanart soon, and I still have an insane amount of ideas on future projects. Just take a quick glance at that project overview thingy I posted a while back, and you'd see just how much I still have to do!

But honestly, art has been really stressful for me recently. Not because of art itself, not because drawing is difficult. It's just that I'm dealing with a lot of anxiety, exhaustion, and stress from other life stuff, and I already have really low self-esteem when it comes to my art, so trying to force myself to work on these various fanart WIPs hasn't been helping at all.

So I think I want to experiment a bit and start posting more of my practice work. Gesture drawings, studies, anatomy notes, scribbles, and whatever else comes to mind. I want to try and do more with drawing from life both with pen and with pencil, too.

One of my biggest issues is that it's incredibly difficult for me to focus and commit on anything. This isn't an art issue, this is an issue I have with nearly everything in my life. So I can't really "solve" it, I just have to mitigate it to the best of my ability.

Recently, I think what's been giving me the most trouble with art is that I struggle with line quality and mark-making. I'm starting to understand anatomy more, I've gotten decent at gesture, I'm even taking a live drawing class as part of my college studies; but none of these things matter if I can't even move the pen(cil) across the paper or screen to make the mark I need to convey form, shape, value, and so on.

I'm also not just talking about lineart in the sense you usually think of, like in manga as one example. This is about all sorts of marks, whether it's using a brush to show value on the side of an object, or making lines to show the position & orientation of a limb.

I tend to draw really quickly and roughly, basically drawing at the same speed that I think- which is way too fast. Sometimes it's good to draw quickly like that, but I'm running into an issue where I'm spending upwards of one hour on rough sketching and "planning" when I should be taking less than 30 minutes on that, and using the rest of the time to actually draw the damn thing T_T

And because I rarely get to that later stage in the drawing, I've constantly hit roadblocks with my more complex works because I have so little experience there. That disconnect between my ideas and execution is really demoralizing, but I don't think I realized what the exact issue was until these past few weeks...

Instead of trying to worry about these large illustrations or comics and whatnot, I think I want to try and focus on some drawings that will help me really figure out my mark-making. Things like drawing a scene from life, such as plants or buildings or people on the street. Drawing more studies of clothed people instead of only doing anatomy. Drawing 3D forms in simple perspective, and then repeatedly adding more onto these forms to try and add complexity without muddying up the drawing with inconsistent and shoddy linework.

I've always wanted to add those kinds of drawings to my social media, but my ideas for fanart fill my mind 24/7 and I've been trying so hard to realize these ideas- and failing miserably. At the rate that I'm going, we're gonna experience the heat death of the universe before I reach a level of artistic skill that would actually let me make a living and survive off of my work. So I need to seriously address these concepts, and I need to (mostly) detach it from my fanwork so I don't get too emotionally attached to the countless shitty drawings I'll be making >.>

So I'll try and worry less about making all these cool fanarts and instead pick a single or handful of simpler fanarts to seriously work on, and surround those few works with lots of other practice that will help me build the skills I need to execute these ideas.

I also think I'm going to go back to writing more fan fiction in the meantime, since my writing skills are pretty well developed; far more than my drawing, at least. So I can try to present more of my fan ideas through writing instead of only through art, that way I can still share these thoughts with the world.

Plus I have some ideas that can help combine my fanfics with simple fanart in the form of illustrations- like one or two drawings per chapter of a fic, for example. Not full scenes with lots of detail- rather they'd be simple drawings with more rough linework and simple shading, which focus on conveying a key idea of the text instead of trying to convey all the meaning within the artwork itself. Like if a chapter introduces a new character, then having an illustration of said character in a simple scene. That kind of thing!

No clue where this'll take me, but hopefully it'll at least let me continue to improve my art skills without feeling miserable, while also giving me time to catch up on other work that I've been neglecting, including some huge life stuff I need to sort out if I want any chance of surviving on my own once I graduate.

I'll still have a lot of stress and anxiety from other places, but I want to at least take art and transform it into something I can do for fun and to relax, instead of being stressed by my art because of the pressure to make things "look good" instead of building up the skills I need to do that in the first place. If I can learn to enjoy making art, that'll go a long way in helping me get to a better frame of mind ^.^

[malamiteltd]

About Copper

Let me tell you about someone named Copper.

Copper is a Teijru, one of the two species that inhabits the distant planet Kheji. Quiet and reserved, he doesn't socialize much, and typically prefers to keep to himself, remaining in his humble home in Crimson City, Kheji's biggest place of residence. When he's confronted by people, he tries his best to practice good manners and prefers not to start disagreements, resulting in a nervous and submissive demeanor.

He often passes the time drawing, though he doesn't find his artwork particularly special. Some of his art revolves around characters he made up for a sci-fi story he calls "Mercenaries," featuring a ragtag group of fictional aliens going on adventures to hunt different bounties and escape potential capture and/or harm. He fantasizes about the characters fairly often, pacing around in his home while semiconsciously playing story scenes out in his head, sometimes verbally. (It's an odd routine, and one he's been caught doing a few times in public, usually followed by ridicule.)

But some of his other art revolves around iconography. He seems affixed to working with simple shapes and building some interesting imagery around them. This type of art is what he is known most for, though when he's asked for his talents it's hardly ever in person, and a special box is placed a small distance away from his home for inquiries. He even uses a pseudonym to represent his work: "Geode."

His most notable designs include the Symbol of Orichalcum, the mysterious "soul of the planet" (top left); the emblem for the Crimson Khejian Army commissioned by their leader Pyrite (bottom left); and the "Puzzle Master" emblem commissioned by Beryl, the self-proclaimed Puzzle Master of Kheji (top left). While he's also credited for making the symbol for Sforzando (bottom right), he doesn't like taking all the credit, as it's literally "SFZ" written in the handwriting of its creator, Graphite.

While Copper has found success with these designs, he still feels like an inferior artist. He lives in the same city as Quetzalcoatlite (or just "Quetz"), who is well-renowned for his amazing paintings; Copper could never manage to reach the level of artistry and refuses to call himself decent at artwork.

This way of thinking, however, is only one of many things Copper is willing to point out as ultimate flaws of his, in addition to the "inferior artist" angle. Unlike most Khejians, he is unable to sense the thoughts and emotions of others through their life energy, or "fervor." On the flip side, others can't seem to do the same for him specifically, meaning he's incapable of reading how others think or feel before speaking or acting...and it's led to a number of bad judgement calls and troublesome and/or embarrassing misunderstandings. It also means he can't tell if someone is lying to him -- a detail that some have managed to abuse with him in the past. Because of this, Copper has become untrusting and paranoid of others. Even in regards to his outward appearance, he is quick to point out the black mark on his forehead. While most Khejians use coloring on their fur to stand out from each other, the mark on Copper's head is the result of a rare recessive gene tied to instances of black fur.

Unsurprisingly, Copper suffers from major depression, possibly due to his other deficiencies. He also suffers from severe anxiety, especially in regards to social situations, and it's hard for him to calm down when he becomes stressed. His poor mental health has been a constant problem that he's struggled to overcome -- it was so bad in fact that he had once attempted suicide (a story I won't tell right now).

Yet despite his "flaws and inadequacies," Copper has somehow managed to make friends over the years. Whether it's the artwork that he's made, the stories he's come up with, or just being a kind and accepting individual, he has a small following that he still can't believe is willing to tolerate him. These include the Linkha named Tea; a few fellow Teijru like Lead, Dravite, and Beryl; and even some robotic Teijru (or "Teijroids") like Topaz and Mica. They all seem willing to offer him support when he needs it.

...and sometimes when he thinks he doesn't.

----

In the grand scheme of things, Copper is a somewhat minor character in the universe he hails from. But he's pretty special to me, mainly because of all the characters I have, he reflects myself the most. It's not one-to-one, of course (no, I haven't attempted suicide, though the thought has come up every now and then), but I feel like most of the traits fit me. I find it hard to read people and understand their intentions, I get very stressed in social situations, I don't really find my art very remarkable, and I also have the habit of pacing around in private developing fantasy stories (like this one Copper's in.) So I suppose if I ever did decide I wanted a "fursona," Copper would be it.

But Copper's got some traits that make him stand out, and he finds those out later on. Maybe someday I'll detail that little adventure, and show what else makes Copper "special."

And no, I'm not trying to say that in a negative way.

[toast-tales]

What’s the cast’s official physical appearance? I want to draw fanart so bad~

EDIT: I've drawn busts of the main cast!

**New Height Reference Chart with human measurements**

First of all, I'm absolutely flattered you want to make fanart <3

Second, if it's not stated outright in the story, most of the cast's appearance is up for personal interpretation! I don't have a reference for every character, but I'll try and do a quick sum-up of how I personally perceive the characters (but again, if you have your own headcanon? That's fine too!)

I’ve linked some Picrews and fanart but they are NOT official physical descriptions, more like...pointing in the direction of what the character might look like. Picrew has its limitations, so they might not have all the right details. I’d LOVE to commission art for all of my characters at some point, tbh. If it’s not described below, you can probably just take creative freedom with the appearances. 

Christopher: long, straight black hair to about his shoulderblades, usually half-up in a bun. Dark eyes, sharp features, aquiline nose. Olive-toned skin. He’s pretty tall (think like 6′3" ish in human terms), but not very muscular. Kind of a beanpole tbh.

Danny: Red hair, usually worn down, straight but a little messy and parted to the side. Blue-green eyes, thicker eyebrows. In human terms she’d be about average height (like 5′6-8″), but if we’re talking relative to giants, her normal height is about 4″ (though under the growth serum, she’s more like 11″). She’s generally barefoot and physically, pretty lanky as well. 

Nathan: Brown, messy hair, curls just a bit and is pretty short. Brown eyes, soft features, freckles, a little bit of facial hair along his chin. Kind of short (5′7ish), a bit of a heavier build, but he’s actually pretty physically fit, considering he does farm work often. 

Sam: They’ve definitely got that slightly curly “more on top” haircut with the sides shaved, dark hair, pale skin. Hazel eyes. Average height, about 5′9″ or so. They’re kind of lanky like Christopher, but they actually work out, and have a good bit of lean muscle, especially in their arms. They have several piercings in each ear - specifically, they wear small black gauges, two helix piercings around the middle/upper edge of their right ear, and a flat piercing in each ear. Their tattoos are up to personal interpretation, they've changed in the fanart a lot which I find fun. But I do like the floral design on their left arm and a snake design around their right arm, along with lots of smaller, random tattoos along their arms and legs. They usually wear a flat-billed cap from their collection. They’re AFAB so they generally bind their chest and dress androgynously (they’re nonbinary but use they/he pronouns). 

Sybil: Very tall, even for a giant (think closer to 6′8″ - like, she's definitely able to look down on even someone like Christopher). Strong features, a bit older than the rest of the cast (in human terms, in her 40s/50s). Dark skin, golden eyes, black hair - usually braided and tied up with gold braid cuffs. She wears loose, white linen clothing most of the time. She is definitely very strong, and has a rather imposing physical presence. Sometimes wears golden, half-rim glasses for reading or looking at human-sized details, but not usually.

Cyrus: Very large, portly man, maybe about 5′11″-6′. He’s got a rough sort of face with a short, scraggly greyish beard, mostly balding. Probably in his 40s/50s, just like Sybil. 

Max: Very pale, almost to an unhealthy degree - messy dirt-brown hair, gray eyes, and rough stubble. Older, in about his late 30s but he looks much older due to...a stressful work environment.

Ryan: Blond hair, in a style kind of similar to Nathan’s - a bit unkempt but otherwise short. Pale, generally has bags under his eyes and somewhat gaunt features - very skinny. Dark greenish eyes. In his early 20s. Wears glasses once he sees an optometrist in the human city.

Maria: Brown skin, long, curly dark brown hair that’s thick and generally tied back (if possible). Similar to Ryan - very skinny/frail and has a sickly pallor to her skin at first. Warm, brown eyes. In her late 20s.

Alice: Pale blue eyes and long, light brown hair, generally worn up in a bun and tied back with a headscarf (if possible). Kind, motherly, but slightly worn features - in her early/mid 30s.

Stan: Tanned skin and dark gray hair with bits of white poking through. Has a thick mustache and well-trimmed beard (when possible). Stern features, has a slightly haggard face with a few scars. In his late 30s, but like Max, looks a bit older. 

John: Blond hair that's going slightly silver with age, long enough to pull back into a short ponytail. Pale skin, kind, green eyes, wears thin-rimmed glasses. About Sybil’s age, maybe closer to his 50s. Generally dresses pretty well, wears a button up shirt, slacks, and loafers most of the time. 

Nora: Blonde hair in a chin-length bob with bangs, wears several piercings in each ear. Generally dresses very nice (similar to John). Very pale skin, light blue eyes. Slightly older than Danny, in her late 20s.

That’s honestly about all I’ve got. If you have any specific questions about any characters, I’ll do my best to answer them! 

[amdigitalcharacterillustration]

THE POSTER 24/06/24 [sketches and background]

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Moving on from the build up tasks for the poster, today I finally started my final product. I had finished off the initial sketches a few days ago when I finished Cass' full design, so saw fit to go ahead with the main assessment task. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Sketches: I started with three designs that I received feedback on. They were basic, pencil drawings using the traditional medium, since I knew I needed them to be quick and easy, to get out of the way. Moving on from the build up tasks for the poster, today I finally started my final product. I had finished off the initial sketches a few days ago when I finished Cass' full design, so saw fit to go ahead with the main assessment task. The poster sketches [in order of creation]

As you can see, I wanted my poster to emulate the front of a comic-book, specifically one from around the late 90's to the early 2000's. I drew reference from all over the shop, though would like to point out the comics Tex, an Italian spin on a Western cowboy from the 1940's, and Constantine, a DC comic series released in 1988. Initial Inspiration, Tex and Constantine

There is very heavy influence from both areas, and though I usually strive for originality, to keep stress to a minimum and to not overly expend myself like I often tend too, I let myself take reference from pre-existing material.

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As much as I hate to say it, when it comes to backgrounds I'm not very experienced. My expertise lies with the actual character rather than it's environment. The extent of my history with work in backgrounds can be summed up in the design I did last year for the Digital Media and Design Certificate course. My abilities in background design [2023]

I found that if I had suitable references, my workload would be cut in half. So I did the same with this background work. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… I followed the artist Erin Hanson, who's vibrant palettes and eye-catching style called to me. Her personal style sits outside of where I want my poster to be [with hers being impressionism and mine being something more catered to my own skills], however, I was more interested in her values work than the actual final result, so this didn't matter to me.

Erin Hansons work

I will be calling briefly back to these pieces for my values once I have sketched out my final poster design. So the mention of Hanson in this blog may seem fickle to most, but I felt it was only right to give credit where credit is due, especially if I want to be able to call my final product my own. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '23 Prompt No. 31 — "It's not your fault."

Category: Original WIP: Ballad of Kid Corduroy Rating: T Timeline: To Annex the Kid CW: none Word Count: 783 Additional Notes: another take on how Russell and Works first made their feelings known. not canon cuz it don't make no sense plot-wise lol

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Russell dismounted Radish and hitched his reins to the post outside of the cabin, casting a tired glance to the sky painted blue and gold with the retreating sun. He jumped a bit at the sound of the front door opening, amplified by the quiet of the land around them.

His heart did not slow upon realizing it was Works who stepped onto the porch, eyes finding him immediately. His brow was tight, and he looked to have a hefty weight on his mind. He stood in silence, the door still wide open in his grip.

Russell offered Radish an apple, and the horse finished it off in two bites. Russell approached the cabin cautiously, unsure of why Works stared at him or even if he had good intentions behind the stare.

"It wasn't your fault, Kid," Works said suddenly, stopping Russell in his tracks. "You do know that. Don't you?"

Whatever words Russell had conjured in the interim before Works spoke no longer applied. He blinked, the meaning of Works' statement hitting him square in the sternum.

"...Please tell me you haven't spent the last fifteen years blaming yourself for what Phil Foster did to you," Works pleaded.

"Of course I did," Russell exclaimed. He didn't verify that anyone else milled around in the cabin, and his adrenaline spiked so swiftly that he didn't care, either. "Of course I blame myself. What the hell else am I s'posed to think, McCoy?" He swung his arms, backing Works into the building and yanking the door shut behind them. "Are you gonna make me regret tellin' you about this?!" he hissed.

"That's the last thing I want to do." Works took a chance and reached up to grip Russell's shoulder. "But it's imperative that you understand that it was Foster. He made you feel that you haven't deserved dignity for all this time."

"He was gonna kill my family and Carolina—!"

"What did you do to him?" Works snapped.

The sharp tone of Works' voice caught Russell off-guard. He stood speechless in Works' grip, unsure what his line of questioning was leading to. "What do you...?"

"What did you do to Phil Foster to warrant such a heinous violation, Russell?" Harsh lines formed on Works' face, now. Deep trenches of stress. "What on Earth did you do?"

At the use of his actual name leaving Works for the first time, Russell's face bloomed with warmth. "I...I didn't..."

"He's a monster." Works stepped closer, his eyes shining. "And you are one of the kindest..."

Russell's breath hitched at the raw emotion packed in the way Works dropped his gaze to the floor.

"I think anyone who's followed Jack Stranger would be lucky to amount to a fraction of the man you are," Works whispered. "Everyone should be thankful that you weren't robbed of much more."

Russell swallowed. "Everyone?" he breathed. "...Or you?"

"Me," Works sheepishly admitted at length. "When you told us...when it all finally clicked into place...I can't recall the last time I felt so much...rage. And fear. I..." Works lifted his eyes to meet Russell's. "...I wish I'd been there. For...for you. I wish I'd been able...to protect you."

Russell's heart pounded hard in his chest. "Works...there's nothing you could've done. Foster's a nasty sunnuvabitch and he's a quick draw. He would've hurt you, too, and then I really would've been lost."

Works thinned his eyes, letting those words sink in. After a moment he exhaled. Slow and deliberate. "I don't think I'll ever be able to forget watching you relive everything that night. I am so sorry, Russell."

Nodding, Russell glanced at Works' mouth. "...It's not your fault."

Almost like a dam breaking, Works surged forward to embrace him, to hold him tightly to him. Russell held him around the waist, his brain working a thousand miles a minute, his pulse soaring to new heights. The tenderness he received from that alone was enough to put him into the ground.

Works cupped his face in a hand and pressed his lips to the side of his head. A powder keg went off in Russell's mind, one that didn't make him want to flee into the night on the saddle of his horse.

"Say my name again," Russell said quietly.

"Russell," Works murmured. "My dear Russell. I'll do everything I can in my power to make sure no one ever hurts you again."

"That's a tall order, Works."

"You're worth it." Works said it with such finality and conviction that Russell could've given in to him on the spot.

And if it hadn't been for the posse that thundered down the road past the cabin at that moment, he probably would have.

[networkscrambled]

❒ Muse Info ❒

❒ name: Megumi Kitaniji ❒ age: 26 ❒ gender/pronouns: M | He/him/his ❒ orientation: Homoromantic Greysexual ❒ height: 6’ (183 cm) ❒ notable physical features: N/A ❒ trigger warnings: Violent content, anxiety/depression, dark themes, nsfw/nsft ❒ likes: Shibuya, music, architecture, fine dining, the Composer ❒ dislikes: People, insubordination, excessive noise or loud areas

❒appearance:

❒ tldr: kitaniji is a cold and calculated individual who finds beauty in the city of shibuya beyond any of the people within it. he serves as a loyal conductor to the composer of shibuya, and he will do whatever he needs to to protect the vision that he’s built.

❒background: Kitaniji grew up surrounded by people he felt like didn’t understand him. He often was bullied for his name, and as he grew up he found solace in the streets and buildings of Shibuya. He grew to love the architecture of the city, and as the world progressed around him he fell in love with it. Upon his death and participation in the game, Kitaniji grew a fondness for the UG and its mechanisms. He held deep respect for his superiors, but as he served as a reaper, he began to question their actions and the way they handled things. So he rose through the ranks so as to do something about it, and he learned out to rule with an iron fist. Though when he met the Composer, he grew such an admiration that consumed him, and he would do anything to serve him from then on. When the Long Game was first proposed, Kitaniji was initially taken aback by the Composer’s decision to destroy the city he loved so much. However, when the source of poison was proven to be the people, any surprise he had left him, and he set to work making it so no person could ever ruin his beautiful city again. Ultimately, however, he failed in this task, and he was erased by the Composer. ❒ abilities: As a Conductor, Kitaniji holds extensive power both in his combat abilities and against those of lower rank. He can scan the thoughts of others as well as imprint his will onto others, just as any reaper or player does, but his potency is much stronger than any of those. He can also revert into a noise form, Anguis Cantus, that takes the form of a massive snake with varying powers of its own. ❒ personality: Kitaniji has a cool attitude and usually remains fairly collected on the surface, even if he might be having fears or doubts internally. He wears dark sunglasses over his eyes to further obscure his emotions. He tends to be a loner, and while he surrounds himself with people he wants to rely on, he rarely ever gives them the chance to do so. He keeps to himself and only interacts with others if he finds a benefit in it for himself. The Composer is the sole exception to this rule. He is not quick to anger, genuinely, because he rarely cares enough about any person to be angry with them, but when he is he burns a cold and subtle wrath. Outbursts are few and far between. ❒ relationships: Kitaniji keeps himself emotionally very far from all others, excepting the Composer whom he reveres. He can and will garner respect for those that prove their worth to him, however, and he will reward these individuals by entrusting them to tasks he would normally handle himself. He never grows close to anyone, however, and would be quick to say he has no friends. He doesn’t care for society enough to make one. Beyond this, romance is equally out of his mind. While the concept is enjoyable, he has never met a person he likes enough to ever consider worthy of such a place. ❒ hobbies: In his younger days, Kitaniji once busied himself with drafting mock blueprints and drawing cityscapes. He loved the view of the city, and he would often travel around it in his free time just to admire the streets and take in the atmosphere. As he got older, he began to drink as a way to relieve stress when he had the moment to spare, and all other hobbies died with his work within the UG.