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#this really reminded me it's time to practice how to draw bodies again and I'm hell yeah thats fun !!!
wardingshout · 11 months
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Viridian besties my beloved
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amourdivine · 26 days
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୨ ♡ ୧︰ TAROT 101: developing your intuition.
Hello lovelies, welcome to the first post of my Tarot 101 series! After receiving a few questions, I decided to incorporate a series of tips and tutorials for other self-taught readers. Today, I'm answering a follower's asks sent in my DM's. I'm tackling it separately, so it makes more sense to other people to read it. PS: Since this is a major work in progress and I'm not an all-knowing, almighty entity, please provide feedback, comments or concerns you might have! Thank you.
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How you develop your intuition and psychic abilities while reading tarot?
There is not one size fits all. While many readers recommend connecting to oneself, that's just the basis of it, really, but the main concept is to look at yourself, compassionately. Without the judgment of our everyday lives and the chaos of getting things right in the first attempt. You cannot be honest with yourself (or your intuition), if self-denial is the state you're living in. Or worse: if you view the truth as punishment.
It's always going to be a journey of discovery, and the first thing about spirituality is that you need to keep an open heart to the magic. Skepticism may get you far ahead in your career or financial matters, but when it comes to intuition, you can't grasp onto logic all the time.
With tarot, it's a little more practical: learn and lean into the cards. Notice I didn't say memorize, because many of us are busy enough with our everyday schedules. Just tap into them. Look at them. What does The Lovers remind you of? Maybe it takes you to the story about the Garden of Eden. Or- maybe it reminds you of your parents, their golden youth before marrying.
Again. No judgement. Let your stream of consciousness free. A huge part of reading tarot is allowing your imagination to run wild. Although the Devil card can symbolize obsession or addiction at first, take into account the spread, the topic. The context. What is your body telling you about the images you see?
We often underestimate the symbolism behind the cards. Without considering the traditional meanings,take one card out of your deck and just look at it. What colors are prominent? What do these colors represent in modern society? Do these people look happy? Are there any people at all? Where are they? Let your mind weave a story.
As a tarot reader, what you do on daily basis for intuition and tarot reading? What practices, book, or some kind of information which help you for tarot readings?
There are many things that have helped me, personally, but I'm going to mention some of the best practices I've seen, both for myself and for others.
› Stay creative. If it means drawing, writing, or painting, then stay creative. Find whatever little (or big) ways you can express your creativity. Remember you don't have to be "good". You can just be. Creativity exists in a lot of ways.
› Engage with other readers. Observe them. You can find a tarot reader that deeply resonates with you and watch how they read. Test if it works for you. Remember this is your practice, it's your sacred space, so you don't have to follow someone else's rules.
› Read, if and when you can. I personally recommend the book "History of Tarot" by Isabelle Nadolny, but not everyone can afford books or the time to read them. There are plenty of Youtube tutorials and free guidebooks on Biddy Tarot, for example. I also love Servant of The Fates' blog. They're both different and great, reliable sources.
› Start small. You can pull one card a day. Get a journal, write its meaning (or what it means to you) and record your progress. In a few months, when you return to it, you might find it surprising.
› Let yourself not know everything. No one does. Sometimes, you'll need to pause, go back to a guidebook and read the meaning all over again. Other times, you'll look at the spread and feel nothing. That's okay too. We're not meant to know all the answers.
Is meditation really important for reading tarot? Why? How much time do you spend daily for tarot readings and spiritual practices?
Since this is more of a personal matter, I'll be talking about myself. I don't meditate as often as most readers. Three times a month, maybe? I have a busy schedule and I can only meditate before bed, if I'm not too sleepy. Many people find that meditation makes them anxious or they're not able to fully let go. Other people find it that being in silence or taking a walk is more useful to them. Relaxation and meditation come in many, many forms. The important thing is to nurture your body and soul more than to adhere to rigid rules.
However, when it comes to saving time for readings or spiritual practices, I don't set rules for myself. It never works for me.
I let it flow. Sometimes, I go weeks on end without really consuming tarot content and I bond with my decks occasionally. And other times, I'm reading daily, journaling and trying to improve my skills. Since I have a billion other things to care for, I'm not always able to prioritize tarot as much as I'd like, but the important thing is to stay passionate, stay curious and get back to it. Better late than never.
When you're getting started, let yourself try. If you get it wrong, at least you'll be one step closer to getting it right.
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kate-komics · 1 year
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Scars of the Protector
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A (very) short story about how Wrecker got his scars.
This started as a warm up drawing then morphed into this. I'm just in a very Bad Batch mood lately. I've always been curious about Wrecker's scars. I had a dialogue going on in my head what drawing so I thought I'd practice a little writing too! Let me know what you think! I'm always very nervous to share my writing because I have no idea if it's any good 😅 so any constructive criticism is welcome!
Star Wars- The Bad Batch
Word Count: 660
Warnings: Angsty as hell, vague descriptions of battle, vague descriptions of panicking
Scars of the Protector
His hulking form was barely contained in the Bacta tank. The medics seemed doubtful he’d even fit. For the first time in his life, he looked small. Over a day now he floated in the salty healing water, motionless. His brothers watched on in suspense as the hours sluggishly rolled on. If they got him here sooner he’d already be healed and there wouldn’t be scarring like the medics predicted. He’d still have two working eyes and hearing in his left ear. If they actually worked as a team this wouldn’t have happened.
Hunter was always their unquestioned leader, but Wrecker was the protector. Despite his gentle nature, he knew how the regs saw him. A threat. A brute. He took on the role with great pride, always willing to step up. Always willing to fight the battles for his brothers. 
This is our fault.
The unspoken words made the air in the small sterile room heavy. There was no point in saying it out loud, they all knew. The guilt was so evident on their faces. They all panicked and now their brother was paying the price.
From the moment they were born, they were told they were special. Different in a good way. It made them better than the rest. The perfect soldiers. Out there, it made them cocky.
It was their first mission. A battlefield they’d trained for and dreamed about their entire lives. Finally fighting the war they existed for. It should have been second nature, and in a way it was. In the beginning, they flowed with the action flawlessly. The commands and formations drilled into their heads. Was it really this easy? It was, until their numbers started to dwindle. They were forced into a corner in the heat of battle.
After gurgling hours of fighting they were the only ones in the squadron left, surrounded in the rubble with no way out. How could it have gotten this bad? They were better than this, weren’t they? Instead, the prodigy Bad Batch had been reduced to cowering children in the bodies of men. They’d ceased firing. The march of the remaining droids was deafening. They’d all froze, fear gripping their quivering limbs. All of them, except for him. 
Their strongest brother. The explosives expert still had something left to save them. He gathered his final handful of thermal detonators and armed them all quickly. It was more than enough to take care of what clankers were left. He removes his helmet to get a better aim before tossing the charges over their rubble barricade.  
He turned to smile down at his brothers, as he had so many times before, to assure them it was going to be okay now. He’d protected them like he always had. They were safe again. Before he could speak, a single detonator was returned, Wrecker taking nearly all of the blow.  
The battle was won. Medics took hours to arrive.
Most men would be dead, but then again he wasn’t most men. A bred killing machine. A freak. Their brother. And now the only one to wear the evidence of the horrors they’d seen on his face. Something to remind them how they failed him that day, and a quiet promise they’d never let it happen again. They’d all make sure of it. 
They knew he wouldn’t be angry when he woke up. He was never angry. Still, they were afraid of what had changed in him. Would this be the same brother they knew? Would he still smile and laugh the way he always did? Could he even still do that?
Only time and healing will tell, and they stay by his side for all of it.
They all drift in and out of sleep in the medical bay, but none of them ever notice the small eyes peering around the corner. A vigilante gaze, like theirs, that also makes sure her brother would be okay.
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stars-and-inkpots · 1 month
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Ok- sorry I’ve never done this before. But I was wondering if you could do a Gale fic/ oneshot where tav/reader somehow finds a way to like remove his orb but instead of getting rid of it all together it goes to them? Like now they have the orb in their chest and they have like all the pain and the possibility of going boom? If not that’s completely fine- I just had that idea and I felt you’d be amazing for it! I hope you have an amazing day!<3
OKAY! I know I've been gone for like five months, but I finally got motivated again! (Those new patches have thrown me right back into my hyperfixation) I know this is so very very late, but I hope you enjoy! I really liked this idea, and it honestly might end of a part of a multi-chapter thing if I get around to it. This is set before the events of the game.
(p.s. it's 3 am and I haven't really read through this, so I'm sorry if there are some mistakes that I won't catch till I've slept)
What's Yours is Mine | Gale x Reader
After months of research, you finally find a way to get rid of the volatile orb in Gale's chest. Of course, things don't work out exactly the way you intend them to.
Pairing: Gale/Reader
Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, brief allusion to suicide(kinda?)
Ao3 Link: Baldur's Gate 3 Requests
Word Count: 1249
You know it isn’t going to be easy. It’s taken months of research, and even now as you look through the large practically ancient book, you aren’t entirely sure that this is going to work. Gale is sceptical too, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. He also knows that when it comes to old magic like this, there is always the chance of something going wrong. It wasn’t like this was simple magic either. The nature of his condition is complicated and volatile, and this could easily cause problems.  
Gale sits in the centre of the chalk circle while you finish drawing the runes around it. 
“Are you sure about this, my love?” 
You’ve been talking in circles like this for the past twenty minutes while you’ve been preparing for the actual ritual. 
“Yes, Gale. We’re so close to a solution now.” You draw the final line of a rune and walk over to kneel in front of him. “I’m sure. If there’s a chance to help you, I want to take it.” You kiss his forehead and he gives you a small smile. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 
“I’m sure,” he answers, and kisses you quickly before you stand again. 
With the circle of runes finished, you move to grab the book. The page you need is bookmarked, and you flip to it to study the words on the page once more. Between the lines are notes and annotations in both Gale’s and your own writing. You added reminders on how to pronounce some of the words, and Gale had marked the translation. You look at Gale once more, and he gives you a reassuring nod. 
You start reciting the lines from the book. Immediately, you can feel the air begin to buzz with magic. Three lines in, and you can taste copper, which is a common side-effect when it comes to older magic like this so it’s not too concerning yet. What is a little worrying, is the sheer amount of power you can feel moving through your body while you speak, and the slight purple glow that is spreading across your arms and steadily growing brighter. You chance a glance at Gale and notice that he too seems to be feeling the same effects. There’s a growing apprehension in both of you as you continue to speak the words on the page. By the time you reach the final line, the feeling is almost unbearable. It’s like the pressure in the room has increased tenfold, like a weight has been dropped on your shoulders and bears down on your lungs.
Once you utter the final word, everything seems to slow for a moment. 
Then you feel it. 
A horrible pain wracks through your body. You let out a scream. It feels like something is tearing open your chest- or is it clawing its way in? You can’t tell; you can’t think. Your vision is dark, and you aren’t sure if it’s because you’ve blacked out or because pain has forced your eyes shut. Everything feels cold, far, far too cold, but also so terribly hot. 
Finally, the pain lessens enough that you can take a full breath, though it is interrupted by a sputtering cough. When you eventually open your eyes again, you realise that at some point you must have fallen to the floor. You can feel Gale’s arms around you, he is shaking. 
“Did it work?” You ask, despite how much it hurts to speak. The burning feeling in your chest hasn’t entirely left yet. 
“That doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” 
You try to sit up and wince with the effort. Gods, your chest hurts. 
“I’ll be alright. Gale, did it work?” You ask again, looking for the tell-tale mark on his chest and neck. You find the scar still, skin sunken in some parts and raised in others, but it is no longer the usual, shimmering purple. Now, it just looks like a normal (save for the shape) scar. You smile, because at least the spell did its job. Then you see a look of horror cross Gale’s face. 
“No, gods no,” he whispers, tentatively brushing his fingers along your collarbone. You hiss in pain. It feels like he’s brushed his hands across a fresh burn. 
You bring your own hand up to feel the centre of your chest, and your stomach drops. You know the shape, having memorised it from the number of times you ran your hands across Gale’s scar. This spell worked, but not in the way it should have. 
“We have to do it again,” Gale stands, pushing a still shaky hand through his messy hair. He stares at the special candles that have already burnt far too low to make it through the ritual a second time, and lets himself believe that they will be enough. “I am not going to let you carry my burden like this. Get in the circle and I can start the ritual again.”
“You know that won’t work. The candles are out, and all the herbs and incense are burnt, not to mention the crystals. It will take ages to find those again.” You don’t blame him for this, no matter how much he might blame himself and how much he might want you to blame him. “I’ll be fine, Gale. You managed it for so long, and now it’s my turn. We’ll figure it out.” A part of you remembers what Gale said of his power and how the orb drained it, but you quickly silence those thoughts before you can worry too much about your own magic. 
“No. This wretched thing is the consequence of my mistake. I will not let you suffer through it. I can’t.” He’s kneeling in front of you again, cradling your face in his hands. “What if it becomes unstable? I can’t-” Gale tries and fails to keep his voice steady. “That cannot happen to you.” 
“And it would be better if it were to happen to you? It is fine for you to die with it?” You return, perhaps too harshly, but surely now he might understand how it felt to hear him say such things when it was him with the magic bomb in his chest. 
“I’m sorry,” is all he answers after a few moments of silence. You aren’t sure what exactly he’s apologising for, but you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder. 
“We’ll figure this out. We always do. I promise.” The pain still hasn’t subsided completely. You can’t imagine how Gale has managed to grit his teeth and bear it on his worst days if this is how the orb feels when it is, more or less, stable. You feel him press a kiss to the crown of your head. “It’s like we always say, remember? What’s yours is mine.” The phrase was common between you two. It was one of the first things Gale had said when you moved into the tower with him. ‘What’s mine is yours,’ he had said with a grand sweeping gesture. Since then it has been used whenever either of you had to borrow something from the other, anything from books to warm wool sweaters you had no intention of returning anytime soon. It seems strange to say it now, but you hope it gets your point across regardless; by the slight shake of Gale’s chest as he laughs softly, you figure it has. 
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I'm really late to the party with this, but I have a fae-like character to share if you're interested 0w0
Basically, he was originally a human who tried to outsmart a fae by tricking it into giving him powers. Sadly, this didn't go too well for him and he ended up reduced to a monster roaming the woods in search of its next meal.
He wanted the power to change his appearance and, the fae, angry at the human for trying to deceive them, gave him exactly what he asked for. The man wanted to test out his new powers and turned himself into a moose, only it didn't work out quite right. His new body was deformed and monstrous and he found he could no longer return to his old human form.
The man can now no longer be considered human, rather a mimic that looks like a 's pretending to be a moose. While he can no longer change his form, he can mimic the sound of people's voices when he hears them, often using them to call out to friends and family, luring them into the woods to be consumed.
He can't speak in his own voice anymore, having long since forgotten how it used to sound, instead just copying the dying screams and begs for help of its prey. (Think the bear monster from annihilation).
I have a picture of him here if you're interested. (Hopefully this link works!)
I wonder if the Witch would encounter the Mimic at any point since she lives near the woods. LMAO I'm just imagining how fun it would be for it to try mimicking Price's voice to lure her over. Or perhaps one of the other darlings considering the Witch might be a little too clever to fall for such a thing.
Oooh I love this, love the horror, plus annihilation is one of my favorite movies. I hope you don't mind if I write a little something because this absolutely inspired me :)
You don't know what it is, but you've seen it, heard it. The crying, the wailing sob of a young woman, the screams of a child. The echoes of it through the thin limned trees and snow. You've watched, crouched behind your garden wall as the moose that isn't a moose wanders past with its strange and horrible cries. It scares you enough to pour salt along your wall, the purest barrier you can think of, a defense actually visible to you. You trust your threshold, but better safe than sorry.
You don't call Price, you should call Price. At least ask him to shoo the thing away. It keeps hanging around. Almost as bad as Price himself, but at least when Price spooks you, you know how to combat it. This thing is... you can't describe the feeling of it. Slick like oil, the magic simply doesn't mix with yours. Even the wisps of it through the cold of Winter give you a clear enough picture to not want it near your fence.
But it feels like it's getting closer.
Price left a little bit ago. You're back to your gardening, crouched next to the asparagus breaking off stalks with practiced fingers. You produce is coming in well this season, probably all the extra time you've been spending in the garden.
"Witch," Price calls behind you, you hum in answer, he must have forgotten something. "Sweetheart," He tries again, almost pleading. You blink, you've never heard that tone before. You stand and turn to face him.
Turn to face the dead glassy eyes of the Moose that isn't a moose as it snuffles at your salt barrier. Your ribs clench tight, stopping your breath before you can draw in a gasp. It's mouth opens to speak again, to croak out Price's voice from behind rows of needling teeth, its lips drawing too far back, predatory. It's ears twitch, listening for any sound of you. It can't get through your barrier, you remind yourself.
That doesn't stop it from trying. It's overgrown and stained horns scraping against the threshold, as it follows the line of the wall. The soft crunch of snow that follows it is too delicate for a beast that size. You turn to watch its path, the sickly matted fur, the raw musculature, you try your best to breath shallow and even. The slick magic around it is so at odds with everything you know about magic. The corrupted wild magic of human ambition and hubris where it meets a petty fae. If you weren't rooted in place you might throw up.
You press a hand to your chest, trying to feel for the strands you'd been steadfastly ignoring. Something to ground you to a feeling of safety and not this overwhelming fear. You don't know what to do but hold onto one of your ties to Price and wait for the creature to give up and leave.
When it finally does go it's with the same wailing cry you've heard so many times. It seems to be directed at you. The punishing sound of it for your ears only, crying over a lost meal. The scratches you feel on the threshold as it continues dragging its horns along it are raw and throbbing. The only solace you have is that for now your barriers have held up. You only hope that the creature is smart enough to recognize this failed attempt as a futile one, that it will find a new area to hunt in.
You'll work on a banishing spell just in case.
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I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yandere class 1A react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes
~#~#~#~ Just a happy reminder that everyone is allowed to wear whatever they want, whenever they want! You can wear t-shirts, sweatpants, miniskirts, high heels, platforms, formal dresses, boxers, thongs; you can even walk around naked! I wouldn't recommend being fully nude outside, but you do you. Anyways, clothes don't determine who you are or what you identify as! ~#~#~#~
Also, I know you wrote Reader in your ask as female identifying (she/her), but I am going to continue writing them as gender neutral! Let me know if you have a problem with that.
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So, for starters, let's talk about the school days. Since the uniforms are pretty standard, it's a little hard to spruce them up to be "skimpier". If you choose to wear the women's uniform, you could pull up the skirt further up your hips so the hem brushes the tops of your thighs. Could even doll yourself up with a few accessories in your hair, on the clothes, or even some jewelry. If you choose to wear the men's uniform, you could pull a Bakugo by not wearing the tie or unbutton the top few buttons of your uniform. Show a little cleavage (both pecs and boobs can have cleavage. I don't discriminate between cleavage; all types are delicious 🤤). Paint your nails, wear some makeup; anything you can really!
Now, since most of the class keeps a close eye on you 24/7, they're gonna notice every little thing you do to yourself. From the way you wear your hair, to the shoes you skip down the halls in, to the exact scents you use for your shampoo and body sprays; nothing is secret to them. So, when they notice for the first time that your skirt's riding a little higher than normal, or they're getting a face full of your pec cleavage, their minds are flying all over the place. Everyone is going to have their eyes unconsciously drift to you every so often, or they're on you all the time.
Izuku and Uraraka are just blushing up a storm. Deku cannot stop looking at you—or, rather, your exposed skin. He swears he doesn't mean to be a pervert! You just look...so soft. It's killing him. He just wants to nuzzle up to you and forget the school day all together. When you try to talk to him throughout the day, he's just a ball of stutters, nervous giggles, and never-ending mumbles. But as soon as you turn your back, he is writing in his notebook, scribbling outfits that show the same amount (or even more) skin you're showing now that he believes you would look ethereal in. He also cannot stop writing things along the lines of 'They look so cute.', 'I can't look at them again! It's too much!', and 'How can I tell them how I feel when seeing them like this makes me forget my words?'
Ochaco's no better. She can't stop thinking about how sweet your thighs look. And how when you sit down, your skirt rides even higher up. You're such a little tease, can you even fathom what you're doing to her?! She's losing her mind; she's practically two seconds away from getting down on one knee and proposing to you right now. She's sighing in a puppy love manor, writing her name and your name together in the last page of her notebook. She's drawing little stick figures that are supposed to be you and her kissing, holding hands, hugging, basically doing everything together. Hearts and sparkles drawn in a pink glittery gel pen are everywhere on the page of art she has dedicated to you.
Some people are a little more uptight than others COUGH COUGH Iida COUGH COUGH and are gonna hound you throughout the day. The second you walk into the class, he is all over you. Iida's stuttering something about fixing your attire, something about how you are in a professional academy and you can't walk around looking like that and blah blah blah. Everything that is coming out of his mouth is just a flimsy coverup to try and hide the rapidly spreading blush seeping across his cheeks. How can you do this to him?!?! As the class president, he is ashamed of how he can't stop his eyes from drifting all across your body, but he can't stop. He desperately tries to focus on your adorable face, but he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up the façade of being a proper gentleman.
His commotion to your attire draws the attention of the rest of your friends. The room is then split between a mixture of squeals and yelling, and dead silence.
Across the class, Todoroki is falls quieter than usual. It's unnerving, he's acting like how he was the first few weeks of class, aloof and unapproachable. On the outside, he doesn't show much (what's new), but on the inside it's simultaneously a raging typhoon and a fervent volcanic eruption all at once. He feels his body heat up to a scorchingly dangerous level, and drop to a frost-biting chill in a matter of seconds. Shoto's poor brain can't wrap around what he's seeing. His darling, his everything, is fully on display (you are nowhere near that level, you're just showing a tiny amount more of skin LOL) for his eyes to see. It's like he's reached nirvana. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside, though his outside is still a staggering contrast of temperatures.
Bakugo cannot decide whether to be angry at you or angry at his idiot classmates. As he finally breaks his gaze from you, he watches the class's faces shift into hunger and desire and he decides. Yep. He's angrier at them than he is at you. But he understands where their desire is coming from. He's in the same sinking boat. He wants to look at your forever; say 'fuck it' to the lessons that day, scoop you into his arms, and run back to the dorms to hide you away for only him to see. He feels his palms heat up and leak sweat like a faucet from both the anxiety of how gorgeous you look and from the aggression of wanting to beat everyone around him into pulps for daring to peek at what’s his. He yells at everyone to stop their clamoring, shoving his face down to stare at the desk instead of your fucking cute nervous expression.
Kirishima is slack-jawed, heart-eyed. The real life combination of these two emojis: 😳😍. He's literally dying to feel how soft your skin is as he scans your body over and over again. It's like a song on repeat in his mind, encouraging his eyes to soak up as much of you as he can, forcing him to do it all over again multiple times. He feels like a cringy and awkward middle schooler seeing the contents of a pervy magazine, or a semi-naked person, for the first time. Then, it hits him. Kirishima isn't alone in seeing this newfound expanse of your body. As soon as that registers in his mind, he flips on a 180° and wants nothing more than to pull your skirt down or button your shirt himself. He wants to protect you from the disgusting eyes gaping at you. Kirishima snaps his jaw closed and bites his lip to keep in the growl forming at the back of his throat. His mind calculates all the people witnessing your beauty. He thinks he wants this image all to himself.
Denki, Sero, and Mina are panting like freaking dogs. They are eating up how you dressed today. Denki is privately thanking whatever god influenced you to dress yourself in this way today. Mina is squealing inside and out, thinking about how she feels like she's the main character in one of those romance manga she reads and how you're dressing like that to catch her attention alone (you’re not, but her theory is what she chooses to believe). Sero can't stop grinning all day because of how sweet you are, dressing in that manor to steal his attention (again, you’re not, but oh well). The two boys might even try to sneak a picture of you, but Mina quickly shuts that behavior down and makes them delete the photos thank goodness for our girlboss.
Tsu, Momo, Jiro, and Hagakure all cannot work up the courage to say how absolutely alluring you look today. Maybe they'll say it in flippant passing, but they cannot put into words how you truly make them feel. They’re antsy and nervously giggling all day whenever you get close, so much so that you think they have a fever. They’re just flustered because you’re stunning. Please don’t take their lack of words negatively! They’re obsessed with you, and that possessiveness clouds their better judgement at times. Secretly, they’re all planning how to successfully sneak into your dorm room and steal an item of your clothes to keep. Tsu and Hagakure are not known as the leading stealth heroes of Class 1-A for nothing~.
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At first, they all thought it was an accident. Maybe you were just a little clumsy dressing yourself this morning! Maybe you're overly stressed and didn't even notice that you're showing more of yourself than you ever have! Yeah, that has to be it.
They only get concerned when you start to dress like this outside of school as well. Don't get them wrong, you look incredible (all of them are constantly drooling at the sight of the amount of skin you are showing off. They want to stroke, caress, pinch, and even bite every bit of it.), but they are worried. Ever since they first met you, you'd been so shy and reserved, so, why are you dressing so provocatively now?
Short skirts, crop tops, low cut shirts, everything under the sun that showed a little more and more was what you suddenly exclusively wore. Again, they know you can wear whatever you want to wear, but what happened to their shy (Y/N)?
A few of the girls sit down with you one day and have a chat about your shift in attire. You explain your dilemma to them, and they resonate with your change in demeanor. It's hard being labeled as one thing, and when you try to branch out to try something different, you’re looked at strangely. The change you choose to make my not be acknowledged in a positive light. They reassure you that they all love the style you're trying out, and how you look to die for, but you do not have to completely change who you are for anyone else.
Being comfortable in your own skin correlates with the clothes you wear that make you feel the most, well, you! If dressing in thinner, smaller fabric is what you enjoy now, then go right ahead! If you find that the former isn't working for you anymore, and you wish to dress in baggier, less attention-catching clothes, rock on. Whatever you wear, they will support you the best they can.
Though, that doesn't stop them from lashing out at creeps who stare at you for a bit too long~
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WHEEW. DAMN! I hope you guys like it. To the asker, I hope I fulfilled what you were looking for! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you have a wonderful day! :)
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rustingcat · 5 months
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Enchanted 
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"I'm in love with you Lena Luthor."
The words echoed in Lena's head, as she desperately tried to connect any sense into them. A love confession was the last thing she expected that Sunday morning. Her first instincts were to dismiss it, write it off as a joke or an exaggerated friendly comment, but Kara's sincere gaze told her otherwise. It rooted her in place, unsure what to do.
"Lena?" Kara's voice came out worried. "Well, I suppose you don't have to say anything, but you're making me kinda nervous. Please, just say something."
Lena opened her mouth to talk, but came up empty. Lena realised with horror that she had no idea what to do next, she had lost control of the situation. She felt as if she was drifting in space with no anchor to keep her grounded, and it was terrifying.
What were her options? She tried to gather all of her wits to figure out the correct course of action. She could just say no and walk away, Kara would no doubt be hurt, yet she didn't think she would back away from their plan of joint parenthood. They would continue to live together, that is until Kara would no doubt find someone else, move in with them and live a happy life without her. Terrible outcome for her, yet very clear and predictable. A future she could somewhat control.
On the other hand she could say yes. Reveal her own feelings, open herself up and let herself live the life she wanted. That was the journey she was on after all, yet it could lead to so many unpredictable scenarios; Kara could realise that her feelings were not as deep and leave, they could end up not working as a couple leaving them with a constant weird awkwardness that could be unpredictable by itself, they could break up after years in a big couple's fight that would tear them apart, or they could be happy with the usual bumps in the road. All of it seemed so random and unpredictable, just thinking about it made her feel the reins of control slipping from her grasp.
Kara's eyes seemed so valuable, so open and full of love and care. She was her best friend, her most cherished ally, the mother of their future children and the love of her life.
"Lena?" Kara asked again in a small voice.
Magic was a complicated thing to practice. She felt so free letting herself dive into it, like it was a part of life that was missing for so long and she finally found it, but it was dangerous and highly unpredictable. Learning it, she tried to take small steps, keeping everything low stakes, small and controlled until she was ready for more. One hundred percent ready for more. But the book made it a constant point to remind her that magic was not about control, it was about letting go and directing the flow. Control was the thing that was holding her back. Holding her back in many aspects of her life. Maybe it was finally time to let some of it go.
Fuck it.
Lena leaned forward to finally connect their lips together. Kara seemed startled at first, but her surprise quickly subsided as she began kissing her back with matching enthusiasm, reaching up to grasp her hips to draw her closer. Lena reached to cup Kara's face with each hand, deepening the kiss as she caressed her cheek.
She got lost in the kiss, letting herself be consumed by Kara's touches and her heat, directing every ounce of emotion she had into it. They separated to breathe, foreheads touching as they panted heavily. 
They stayed in that moment, catching their breaths, while holding each other close, not saying a thing. Once they got their breathing under control, Kara lifted Lena's cupped face to meet her gaze. Lena couldn't help but smile, a shy smile that slowly spread, encompassing her entire face, Kara matched her like a mirror. 
"How do you feel?" Kara checked.
How could she even begin to describe it? She felt the heat running through her body, the fluttering butterflies in her stomach, the racing heart in her chest along with the spreading lightness and warmth, and something more… something she couldn't really describe.
"Enchanted," she answered simply. She felt a surge from the unexplainable feeling run through her as Kara's smile grew. That is until her now empty coffee mug suddenly burst in flames that disappeared in an instance. "Quite literally," she said, still shocked from the unexpected magical burst.
Kara's smile slowly turned into chuckles that gradually grew into full on laughter. Held tightly in each other’s arms in their own home, they just laughed.
Once they got their breathing back in order, their chuckles subsiding, Lena finally found the strength to say the words that have been sitting on the edge of her tongue for so long . "I love you, too. I love you so much Kara Zor-El Danvers."
Kara kissed her again, and again until the only thought in her head was Kara.
"Wait," Kara broke the kiss. "Should we… Should we talk some more?" She asked unsure.
"Um…" Lena tried to calm her racing heart and the heat that was spreading throughout her body. If Kara could be brave enough to talk she should be able to do the same, Lena owed it to her. Not to mention that talking was something they've been failing at consistently and it was probably a time to change that. "Yes. Let's talk." Lena nodded and gestured to the table under the mountain of food they were sitting beside just moments ago.
"Yes. Cool. Awesome." Kara mumbled as she sat down. "So…" she started.
"So…?"
"Um… will, I mean, if you want that is – um, do you wanna go out with me? Like on a date?" Kara barely breathed as she stumbled on her question.
Lena tried to suppress the growing grin that spread on her lips. It was ridiculous how nervous Kara was considering their heartfelt love confessions they just exchanged, not to mention the heated make out sessions. She didn't want Kara to think she was laughing at her, but she was just so adorable that Lena couldn't help herself.
"Yes," she giggled. "Kara, if you had any doubt, I want you. I want to be with you." She tried to reassure her.
"I want to do it properly." Kara insisted.
"Kara, we're living together and have twins coming in just a couple of months, proper went out the window ages ago."
"I…" Kara's face turned bright red, it really shouldn't have been so charming. "Ah, yeah," she chuckled. "We really haven't done anything in order."
"Nope." Lena laughed. "I do need you to promise me something."
"Of course, anything."
"I need to know if you're committed to this. To us. This can't be a causal thing Kara. It means too much for me, you mean too much for me."
"Lena, you're it for me. I've never been surer of anything in my life. I'd marry you right now if I could."
"We should probably go out on a date first." It was a small deflect, but Lena's body went through so many warm and positive emotions, she wasn't sure she could handle more without turning into a puddle.
"Haha, yes. Probably best. Do you have a preferred place you want to go? I think we've exhausted most restaurants in town."
"Hm…" Lena hummed and took out another scone. She spread it with some butter and jam and was about to take a bite out of the delightful deliciousness, when a thought occurred to her. "How about out of town?"
"Sure, wherever you want to go."
"It is my turn to ask, fancy a trip to Ireland?"
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muns-trosity · 2 years
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Spoiled - Steve Harrington
MINORS/AGELESS BLOG - DNI
A/N I always imaging Steve as Daddy, there is no other way. He is the embodiment of daddy.
WARNINGS- Edging, mentions of spanking, oral (F receiving), P in V sex, (some would say mean) Daddy!Steve, Brat!Reader
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Steve hasn't told you no in days. He's also been letting your bratty behavior slide, not enforcing rules and punishments. He's been taking it easy on you, practically ignoring it because he was busy with work.
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"Why don't YOU do the dishes if they need to be done so badly."
"Well, there shouldn't be a limit on how much I spend on your card, I don't need one."
"Whatever, Stevie-boy. Be a good boy and go grab me something to drink."
"Fuck the rules, not like they matter anyway."
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You had been getting away with all of it. It was starting to annoy you, wondering how much it would take for him to snap actually give you the attention you wanted.
It was starting to build for Steve too, the need to put you in your place, but not having the time to do it properly. The final straw was when he came home to tell you he had closed on the project his team was working on, and that you'd have 3 days together before he had to go back to work, just to find you touching yourself without permission.
"I don't have to ask permission. I was horny, you weren't here, so I took care of it for you." You said, with a sickly sweet smile. That was it for him.
"I think I've spoiled you too much these last few days. I think you need to be reminded who's in charge, angel." He has his arms crossed, looking down at you lying on the bed, hand still in between your thighs.
You scoff at him. "I think you need to leave the room so I can cum uninterrupted." You continue with your fingers drawing circles on your clit.
He moves to the bedside table, opening that drawer and pulling out the handcuffs. "You have to the count of three to put your hands above your head. If you don't, I will grab the paddle. One... two..."
Your hands fly above your head with a huff. "This isn't fair, Steve." You huff in annoyance as the cuffs click around your wrist.
"No, this is a perfectly fair punishment. Your actions have consequences, and I may have been a little too lenient with you recently, but I'm here now. Daddy's got you, baby. Youll be my good girl again soon, don't you worry." He smiles at you, grabbing your face in his hand and wiggling it condescendingly.
"Well the least you could do is get me off, since you wanted to come in here and interrupt me." You roll your eyes, opening your legs and waiting for him to help you.
"Oh really? Is that what you think? Cause I think you're in no position to be making requests right now. I could still go grab the paddle? Or I could go sit in the chair over there and leave you horny for the rest of the night? Is that what you want?" You shake your head no. "Thats what I thought. You'll take what you're given, and I'll decide if and when you get to cum."
He removes his shirt and crawls up the bed, hovering over your neck before leaning down to kiss and nibble on it. He slowly makes his way down your body, pausing to kiss in all of his favorite places. You were already so worked up, it was frustrating you, but you knew it'd just make it worse if you complained and told him to speed up so you just let him work at his own pace.
He made his way down to your already exposed pussy, leaving a soft kiss on your clit before diving in. He started with just his tongue, dipping it down to your entrance and dragging it back up to circle your clit. He was so good with his tongue, it was your favorite thing to ask for when you were needy.
He slowly added a finger, dragging it in and out of your entrance, flicking his tongue gently over your clit making you gasp. "Daddyyyy, moreeeee..." you whined, but he was having none of it. He removed his mouth but left his middle finger, slowly pumping into you.
"Hush. I don't want to hear it." He added another finger, scissoring and curling them, making you gasp. "You don't get to complain. You've been naughty, you're lucky I'm not spanking you, or making you write lines, or leaving you like this while you watch me get off."
You nod your head, feeling yourself slip a little more into submission.
He smirks triumphantly and moves his face back between your thighs. You hold them wide open, letting him in between with ease. He laps at your cunt eagerly. He's always been eager to devour you, saying things like, 'I would wear your thighs as earmuffs all day if I could'
Since you were already on edge, it doesn't take long for the coil to start building in your stomach. "Daddy... daddy, need to- need to cum." He keeps working you over at the same pace, gradually building you up. You can feel it, it's about to snap, you're going to cum.
Until he pulls away completely, and you feel like you're going to cry.
"Why?" You whispered, wiggling your hips.
"I never said you could cum, Sweetie. Remember, this is a punishment, not a reward." And you want to cry even more. So he's going to edge you... he could do this for hours. He's done it before, and you despise the feeling of being kept on edge.
You want to yank on your restraints, you want to beg him to put that mouth back on you and make you cum, but you know it won't do you any good so you sit there quietly.
"Really? That easy to get you to behave, Angel?" He says, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. Honestly, you've just been waiting for him to correct you. Waiting for him to get fed up and put you back in your place. You craved it, it being his full undivided attention.
"Let's continue then, shall we? Wouldn't wanna drag it out." You lurch as he laps at your clit again, letting out a high pitched moan. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you, your high approaching quickly.
"Daddy, may I cum?" You pant out, your breathing ragged, trying the good girl approach this time.
"You did ask so nicely. Hmm..... No." You can't help the annoyed huff that leaves your throat, making him quirk an eyebrow at you, still working over your clit. It's like he knows when you're right on the edge, because that's when he stops. You try to close your legs to rub them together, hoping to possibly get yourself off, but Steve is quick to grip them open.
"Angel." He gives you a pointed stare. "Why are we being a brat? Hmm? Wanna talk to me?" You shake your head turning your chin up and looking away from him. He sighs, "Alright, that's your choice, Angel."
He ducks his head back down, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking hard, his fingers curling inside of you again.
"Daddy?" He doesn't respond this time, just keeps going as your jaw drops open. Then he stops, sitting back with his arms crossed and you writhe under him.
He gives you a minute to recover before starting up again, but this time, you felt vibrations on your clit. Your back arched and you squirmed trying to get away from the intense pleasure, but he held you still.
"D-Daddy! I-I'll talk-" Your breathing becomes labored as you hurtle towards the edge once again, just for him to remove the vibrator again. You let out a choked sob but he shoved his fingers in your mouth, still covered in your wetness. He gave you a pointed look as tears streamed down your face.
After another minute, he pulls his hand from your mouth and moves back into position, turning the vibrator up. You practically scream, your clit puffy and sensitive.
"DaddyDaddyDaddy-no, I-I can't- GOD- I can't- please- I'll talk." you plead and buck your hips up wildly, but nothings working so you just lay there and cry while you take it.
Your legs start twitching, teetering on the edge again, and he pulls away. You're full on sobbing. Wouldn't you guess it, one minute and he's moving back towards you making you whimper. This time he turns the vibrator off and slides it inside of you, gently licking around your clit, almost like he's trying to be more gentle with you now.
"D-daddy, I'll talk- oh- please stop! Please, I'll talk, w-wanna talk-" he slaps the top of your thigh.
"You didn't want to talk, so I didn't wanna listen. See how that works?" Your stomach turns at his words as you nod, sniffling. He's stopped using his mouth on you, but he's still gently pushing the vibrator in and out of your weeping cunt. He moved up to lay beside you, wiping the tears off your cheeks.
"Such a pretty and messy baby. Love making you mess." He leans down to kiss your forehead. "Are we gonna be a good girl now?" You nod your head rapidly, and he angled the vibrator just right so it was hitting the most sensitive spot while still moving at a slow pace, making you squeal.
"Words, Angel. You said you'd talk to daddy. Use your big girl words when I ask you a question, sweetness." He stroked your cheek softly with the hand that wasn't slow fucking you into overstimulated oblivion.
"M'sorry, didnt mean to be bad, Daddy...I just wanted your attention." You whined, fresh tears falling from your eyes. You yanked on the cuffs, wanting to bury yourself in his arms, but they held you securely which made your bottom lip tremble.
Steve's brows furrowed as he looked down at you. He stopped moving the vibrator inside of you, but didn't take it out, and moved to release your hands from their restraints. The moment he did, you jumped him.
Your arms were around his neck, face buried in his chest as he picked you up to set you on his lap. He rocked you back and forth, kissing your hairline, and all of the tension left your body. You just wanted him to hold you after all of that.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I know I've been busy with work lately, I didn't realize it had gotten that bad. If it's any consolation, I have the next three days off. You have my full, uninterrupted, whatever you want for three whole days, love."
You leaned back to look at him, "Really? Three whole days?" You're voice was soft and delicate, a little raspy due to all of the crying. A smile grazed your face when he nodded his head, and you puckered your lips for a kiss.
It started soft and delicate, his plump lips sliding against yours, the slight taste of you still on his tongue made you moan. He deepened the kiss, placing his hands on either side of your face, feverishly licking into your mouth. He nipped at your bottom lip, pulling it back a little before letting it go, and diving back into your mouth. His hands moved to run up and down your sides, guiding you as you ground down into his lap feeling the bulge of his cock against you.
When he pulled away, a string of spit connecting your mouths, you were panting and bright red in the face.
"Maybe we should take care of this?" He pointed down at where you were connected. You nodded, desperately needing to cum.
He laid you down gently and removed the vibrator. He lined up with your entrance and slowly thrust into you, making you throw your head back with your mouth open in a silent cry. He was going so deep and you were still so sensitive from being denied repeatedly but you were so relieved to finally have him there, so close.
He fucked into you slow and gentle, keeping your chests pressed together as he gave you sloppy kisses, your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. He moved a hand down between you to circle your clit, not touching it directly because of how sensitive it was.
"Daddy, m'gonna-" He gave a sharp thrust, hitting your cervix gently. You were a puddle underneath of him, unable to speak, mind blank other than 'daddy' and 'cum'. You felt his dick twitch inside of you.
"Angel, cum with me." And with that, he finally pressed his finger fully on your clit. Your back arched as you came with no warning, feeling him spill into you too.
He gave you both a minute to recover before pulling out. You whined at the loss of contact, pulling him into you for cuddles.
"Baby, I gotta atleast go get a towel so that I can clean you off-"
"Later. Want snuggles." You nuzzled into his chest, gripping onto him a little tighter.
"Ok baby, later." He laid down, rubbing your back gently and running his fingers through your hair as you drifted off from exhaustion, smiling contently.
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sunbearsophia · 1 month
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it's been so long since I uploaded art to my Tumblr, and since I've made so many pieces for Twitter, figured I would bring them over here, too! Works out better, since I have more space on Tumblr to ramble!
Anyways, I've doodled Eduardo in his later dad years at least twice, maybe even three times on my Twitter, but Laurel, I only ever drew once in her later mum years. So, I decided to draw her yet again to better figure out her design, and since I want to diversify how I draw body types anyways, my mind instantly went to "MOM BOD-"
Anyways, couple of notes of basically my thought process with the whole mum design! ^^
Definitely imagining she's probably in her mid-forties here, with her oldest Emmy probably in college by then and their youngest, Leo, being in middle school.
I definitely think since Laurel carried two kids, she's definitely got more of a pear-shape than she did in her youth, plus a bit of a stomach roll. It probably worried Laurel when she was younger when exercise and dieting didn't change that, but these days, Laurel's gotten past that, with time and self-love, plus an adoring husband who never ceases in telling her how beautiful she is, healing that insecurity and making her proud of her figure. <3
Has plenty of stretch marks, not to mention a leftover C-section scar from when she had Leo. She loves each and every one of them, they remind her of her kids, and she feels like she earned every single one of them.
Age has done nothing to slow Laurel down in terms of energy, however. She doesn't burn out or give up easily, always having time to spend with her husband, kiddos and friends, and still an actress for theatre and film alike. She knows to slow down and appreciate the important things, but she's still got energy to burn and passion to share!
She's perfectly happy with letting her hair grey, not feeling inclined to redye it or changing its color. She loves how it looks, as do the people around her. She does cut her hair, however, preferring the feeling of less hair to deal with, and likes the pixie cut. She just doesn't really need or want long hair for herself! (However, she LOVES Eduardo's middle-aged long hair, it's so pretty and relaxing to brush, especially since he barely brushes it himself lol.)
BODY. MODS. GALORE. I headcanon Laurel absolutely had a ton of piercings in her youth, something that age didn't stop one bit. She also still has matching MLP tattoos with Eduardo, and definitely has more that aren't pictured here. (Might try and design more at a later date!)
Has a million freckles, on her face, neck, arms and torso, and she loves every one of them. Might be a little jealous when she realizes Matt has more than she does, fuckin' MATT lmaooo.
Really loved drawing this piece! I feel like it's great and important to show more realism in body types and diversity in my art, so this was awesome to practice with! Plus, I'm just unbelievably proud of how she turned out! Laurel is such a huge fav of mine, and I definitely plan to make more art of her later years in my hc!
And yeah, def might try drawing Eduardo like this next, since I could use some practice with dad bods, too! Maybe Anna would also be a good choice to continue the mom trend, as well! But yeah, this was a celebration of older, female body types, and it makes me really proud of the final result and just getting to work on it! <3
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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years
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✨ seventeen's reaction to you having a fear of crowds ✨
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requested? Y/N - 'Hi! I absolutely love HYYH it's so good 😫 I wanted to request a drabble or hc (can be for anyone or ot13) with reader with a fear of really large crowds. This is v much personal to me because I've recently developed a fear of crowds???? I didn't even realize until I saw pics of huge crowds that made me nauseous it's so weird. 😭' - anonymous
a/n: hello and thank you for requesting! thanks for the sweet words about hyyh, they really show how long it took me to get to this ask LMAO :") but yes i appreciate it a lot, and i also have a crippling fear of crowds (kinda a package deal with social anxiety haha) so i kinda wrote this as a... how i would treat someone with the same anxiety and how i would wanna be treated when i'm panicking in public? i hope you like it and that you have the loveliest day <33
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seungcheol
is protective over you at the best of times! focuses on shielding you as much as possible with his body as he guides you through to somewhere more quiet to catch your breath. will not let go of you, which honestly makes it kinda hard to walk but he does make you feel safe so it's worth the trade off :) gives you 'comfort kisses' when you find somewhere to sit down.
jeonghan
tries to plan ahead to go out at quieter times wherever possible, and where crowds are unavoidable will be whispering you reassurance and squeezing your hand to remind you he's right there as he looks for somewhere with less people. will pull you into an alleyway or quiet little shop if he notices you're panicking and talks you through breathing with your hands in his :) very understanding sweet man, would marry.
joshua
also very understanding and sweet and also uses his big arms to make you feel as safe as possible haha. makes it so you can comfortably watch their concerts backstage or at a lil cordoned off aside so you don't have to miss them! praises the heck out of you once you're in a less populated area, telling you he's always so proud <3
soonyoung
has his arm around your waist holding you as tight against his side as humanly possible, cracking terrible jokes to make you laugh through it as he rubs circles into your rib/hip to sooth you. challenges you to dance your way out of the crowd with him if you're not too panicky, and if you are he'll just pull a bunch of silly faces to make you laugh :')
jun
holds your hands and draws hearts on the back of it with the pad of his thumb. also tells you how well you're doing and guides you through deep breathing exercises to get you through. gives you a big hug once you're in a quieter spot so you can melt into his chest and take a second. will cover your ears for you if it's also too loud 🥺
wonwoo
has his hands on your shoulders practically steering you through the masses, whispering reassurance (in his deep voice... am cryin) and telling you it'll be over soon, you'll be through before you know it, oh there's a cafe nearby on a way calmer side street maybe we can get pastries and coffee and - oh hey we're out :') totally buys you pastries for your braveness!!
jihoon
strong arms user no 3 also has a grip on you practically dangling off your shoulders lmao, but again! you feel so safe in his arms so it doesn't bother you even if you do trip a few times. tries to talk it through logically with you, which he knows won't rid you of your phobia but it definitely eases it and distracts you long enough to get out without panicking!
seokmin
another one who'd have an arm around your waist holding you close, trying to distract you by making people watching weird. "that guy definitely talks too much about crypto scams" "hmm idk that guy looks like he has really pretentious film taste, don't mention pulp fiction around him" "oh her jacket is so cool" etc lmaooo :') and it works so well because it takes all of your focus!
mingyu
tall boy spots the quieter spaces over the crowd and focuses on guiding you there, placing clumsy kisses in your hair and massaging the back of your neck as he traipses behind you. finds you a place to sit and gets you something to drink so you can calm down for a moment, squatting in front of you and holding your hands to stop them trembling (until you remind him you do actually need at least one hand to drink your water 😔).
minghao
i think he'd also give you quiet reassurance, tip of his thumb tickling lines up your fingers. makes a bit of a game out of it; 'i bet we can get out of this crowd in 10 more steps' 'walk like we're doing a three legged race' 'syncronise steps with me' and so on. pulls you to him when you're away from everyone and kisses your forehead, telling you that you always do so well <3
seungkwan
similar to dokyeom will make a game out of people watching, only every so often he points at you all "i bet she gives really good cuddles" and you're too distracted rolling your eyes at him lmao :') gives your hand little squeezes and makes a lil code where if you squeeze his hand 3 times you're starting to panic and need to find a way out FAST. will at that point just start yelling to make people move or something lmfao.
vernon
very chill and understanding, will also try to make plans outside of peak times wherever possible and when it isn't will offer to just go wherever you're headed for you while you sit somewhere quieter. if you decide to brave it he tells you over and over how cool you are, arm around your shoulders pulling you as close to him as possible. walking with your head on his shoulder isn't the easiest task but it sure feels secure!
chan
is already prepared with a lil water bottle for you to keep cool and will remind you to breathe as he leads you through, thumb massaging the back of your hand. will give you kisses on your temple to try and calm you and as soon as you're somewhere more still he'll kiss all over your face, telling you how proud of you he is. if it makes you feel better about your racing heart he might even dare in front of his hyungs, even though he knows they're gonna absolutely rip him to shreds for it he cares more about making you feel better and know that it's normal to have fears and he's there for you however he can be :)
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bosskie · 7 days
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Molluck Anatomy Practicing
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Man, it happened again... I just had to draw before going to sleep but yeah, finished after sleeping. I should try to do more sketchy sketches but it just happens that I just gotta do details and stuff... I still cannot really stand my line art, so I gotta kinda hide it under shading and stuff...
I'm not good at anatomy but I'm doing my best to learn it, though it's trickier here since Molluck ain't easy to draw... He got so long arms that I kinda had to make him have an odd pose to have at least one hand visible... My original sketch just didn't have big enough hands, so after fixes, I just had to accept this situation. I feel like I'm still not drawing his body proportions right... Also, just some weeks ago I realized that I have drawn his hands incorrectly multiple times, his fingers I mean... It just feels like I keep learning new things about him...
But well, this one feels like the best one so far. I guess that at least after getting that proper (poseable) 3D Molluck model done I start to understand how his anatomy, proportions and such work... I just see that there's something wrong with the anatomy and pose here but well, I just need to practice more. Though, it's kinda difficult to pose his legs since well, they are pretty dead, atrophic from not being used... I wonder if he is even able to move them, even a bit, or do they just hang around... But his odd little legs are somehow endearing, at least for me. Also yeah, I don't know why but Molluck looks somehow confused here... Like he had just woken up.
Oh, and this did remind me of one older traditional sketch similar to this I have never shown:
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You can see him having incorrect hands here but it's just the amount of joints in his fingers. I might like the style better here but his body has more problems here.
Oh, and I just feel like adding that sometimes I just think about that how there seems to be less 'Molluck thirst' than it used to be like 3-2 years ago. Well, I can get it but mine hasn't faded away, at all, just getting 'worse'... Man, after two months it's been 3 years of Molluck for me. It just feels like I finally have found the right one for me. Getting into the Emperor (BG3) just strengthened this feeling since I just saw how strong my feelings for Molluck are, preventing me from really having other characters around me. Though, the Emperor only started to interest me because his appearance reminded me of Molluck (and I love octopuses) but he is still my favourite character in that game and I love him but only as a friend. (I even bought the whole game because of him... But it was worth it and I'm currently doing my 5th playthrough...)
I do understand if someone thinks that I'm 'crazy' or something since yes, I do am crazy about Molluck! Also, I'm used to be seen as 'odd', like my whole life, so yeah, it's just what I am. It's just that Molluck is so 'me', like I have said many times; he felt like me as a Gluk and that's what got me into him. I remember feeling nothing toward him when I saw him for the first time, both in AO and SoulStorm. I'm just kinda immune to appearance stuff... Someone can look pleasant but eh, it evokes no desire in me. I don't even wanna call someone beautiful before knowing the person. Stereotypically 'hot' people look even ugly to me... Well, I often see that I have different opinions than the others but I don't even find Molluck ugly, even he is kinda meant to be ugly, at least to humans, since the SoulStorm art book calls him ugly and says that he is even uglier now, but he is said to be attractive by Glukkon standards, so... Well, I seem to be attractive by 'human standards', so a good match, eh? I have said this earlier but I have just heard from multiple people that I'm (very) handsome... I don't even know what to do with my appearance, it's just for identifying me, what else it needs to be... I mean, I'm not even interested in looking attractive, just pleasant enough for myself.
I don't know what has made the others thirsty for Molluck but, like I said, my reason was that I saw myself in him and only after that his appearance catched my attention. But even it was so, man, he do is such a beautiful Gluk! And well, even if there do are some difficulties due to his body since it limits him, there are ways to deal with it and I'm glad to help him out; he can give big hugs and kisses! I still honestly don't know about these terms, like what he is to me, thought many terms can exist at the same time but the main one I mean... I prefer friend-like love but it's more than that still... Romantic love is something like seeing the other as ideal, not about true love, just being in love, if I have understood correctly (I have seriously needed to read multiple definitions for it and I'm still not sure...). I see that Molluck isn't perfect and I don't want him to be perfect either but he is perfect one for me still. I'm basically trying to say that I don't really feel like using this 'fictional other' term like many self-shippers seem to use since it doesn't describe mine well enough. Well, whatever, I just love this Gluk so much!
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axailslink · 2 years
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The Dungeon Master's Shirt
Eddie Munson fanfic for g/n reader
Summary: Eddie hadn't had many things he considered precious from his guitar, you, and his hellfire shirt after a long Friday night he tosses you one of his precious items.
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You and Eddie loved it when Wayne would leave for work meaning you had the trailer to yourself for the night and a bit of the morning. Like clockwork especially on Friday afternoons you were practically dragging each other from his van and into the trailer not caring who saw as you were having a heated make out session as he struggled with the keys. Today you already had that repetitive action you were too tired to move sprawled in his bed only in your underwear other clothes tossed somewhere else in the room while the sound of Metallica drowned out the sounds of the shower. Eddie was good at many things but one thing he particularly excelled in was exhausting you it was a full on workout with him he'd say he's done then would tease you for an hour giving you false hopes every five minutes asking how much you wanted to come. You were thankful for someone who put that much time into your pleasure as you did the same though you didn't have much heart when it came to teasing him all he had to do was beg and in an instant you let him do whatever he pleased. You couldn't help it if his big brown eyes were staring into yours pleading for the release he believed he so rightfully deserved when he looked at you like that you gave in too easily every time. One of these days you wouldn't one of these days you would tease him all day.
The door swung open and your eyes are met with a mouthwatering sight of Eddie. You thought seeing him all fucked out in bed next you made your breath falter but seeing him straight out the shower water still clinging down his body and his tattoos on full display was a godly sight to you but the towel was interrupting. "Keep staring and you'll fall all over again" you roll your eyes and sit up in his bed you've grown to ignore his cocky comments but you love them "I'm pretty sure it was the other way around "freak" he looks at you and smiles that beautiful big smile of his before leaning down and kissing you into which you kiss back before pulling him down on top of you wanting more then a simple peck. He pulls away laughing surprised of your eagerness while holding himself up hands beside your head "call me a "freak" again sounds so much better coming out of your mouth than anyone else's" he says inbetween soft pecks. You smile and play with his hair before looking at him again "Eddie "the freak" Munson. Eddie My "freak Munson." He sits up and smiles "oh yours?" You nod and sit up chasing the touch of his lips again "yes MINE"
That was one of the things Eddie loved about you most not the way you knew of all his pleasures but the way you claimed him as yours. How you'd fight tooth and nail if anyone were to get in the way of you two because simply he was too good lose to sweet to lose to loving and caring to lose. Eddie pecks your lips one last time before getting up and walking to a pile of clothes and choosing the first thing he saw to put on while you sink back into the bed drawing the cover over your head. "Y/n" you peek from underneath the cover to be met with a a cloth of some sort thrown right onto your face. "What the hell Munson?" You sit up and look at the cloth to find it's his hellfire shirt "why are you throwing clothes at me?" You throw it back but with some force hitting him in the head he laughs and tosses it back this time landing by your feet. "It's yours now" you look at him wide eyed "Eddie this is your favorite shirt" Eddie smiles as he pulls another over his head "and why not give it to my favorite person?" You smile at that comment Eddie could be sweet it wasn't rare but it always caught you off guard reminded you that his weird and sometimes intimidating demeanor was just for show.
"Eddie you don't really want me to have this it means something to you it means a lot to you" Eddie listens to you talk nonsense before looking at you "it's a shirt it means a lot because I made it but you mean a lot too we've been dating for what? Five months take the damn shirt think of it as an badge of honor from the one and only dungeon master" you look at it of course you wanted it this was the official key to being a couple stealing your partners clothing. You pull it over your head and it falls to your mid thigh a bit big on you but you loved it that way it looked better. You couldn't help your thoughts that came rushing like a fever before you had dated Eddie and had only fawned from a distance you'd imagine wearing his clothes and being fucked in them just being made a complete mess of and now you were getting way too close to those thoughts. You couldn't help the smile that crept on your face as you thought of just how easily you could make those sweet reveries come true. "Eddie remember when you told me if I ever wanted to do anything....new sexually to ask you?" Eddie glances at you before pulling on some pants and nodding. "I do want something... Something I've been wanting for a while before I met you" you push the comforter to the side to show your bare legs. "I want you to fuck me in your hellfire T shirt" you were used to telling Eddie what you wanted and how bad you wanted it but right now was a moment of truth you didn't dance around with your words or acted nervous even though you were so nervous your hands ran cold and your face hot. You ran those cold hands down your belly and into your underwear. "Big boy" you were sure Eddie experienced whiplash at how fast his head turned to look at you.
I felt like Eddie's line "big boy" needed to make it's debut and this this was the perfect moment in my mind.
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reidslovely · 2 years
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Hi! I saw your requests were open so if you feel comfortable, would you write a NSFW blurb or headcanon with tasm!Peter x fem!reader where his spider abilities (either strength/stamina) or something hurts her and she has to use her safeword? (I'm 21 btw 😊)
Uhm, yes bestie I can 💚
I am sorry if this isn’t what you had in mine anon, but I hope you loved it regardless.
18+ MINORS DNI
Content Warnings: Rough choking, use of safe word, sexual acts, dirty talk, ownership, and overstim. Obviously there’s some aftercare.
AGAIN MINORS DNI
Also divider creds to @gettingrailedbyreid
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There was nothing, absolutely nothing more magical than getting lost in the moment with Peter.
The feeling of his cock sliding in between her folds, alone was enough to make her feel lightheaded. His breath fanned on her neck, as he left sensual opened mouth kisses on her neck. “Say please.” He let out a laugh that held a taunting banter to it. He had already drew five mini orgasms out of her her cunt twitched around nothing, she was still coming down from her last one. Her clit throbbed against the tip of his cock as he nestled there. His pre-cum coating her. (Y/N) looked at him; eyes doe like and bottom lip jousting to a pout.
“Pete please, hurry.” She begged.
His fingertip danced over her sternum, then over her collarbones in a slow manner. His finger stopped at the base of her neck, drawing little diagonal lines there. “That wasn’t so bad was it bunny?”
His sweet words distracted her as he slammed himself into her. The girth having no time to stretch her out, not that she needed it. She knew she was practically made from him, and it didn’t hurt that it was always Pete who was reminding her of that.
“This pussy’s made for me huh?” Peter taunted as he rocked into her, her body bouncing slightly at the strength of his thrusts.
That was one thing about Peter, in these lost moments he sometimes forgot how strong he really was. His fingers that previously rested on her neck now squeezed it tightly, her eyes widening. A moan fumbled it’s way out of her worn out body. His cock stretching her out, hitting the spot only he had ever been able to fine. “Asked you a question baby.”
“Yes, yes. Yours.”
“Good girl.”
As Peter slowed his thrusts, he looked in her eyes. He was gone, pupils blown in bliss, as he kept his rhythm while slowing his hips. All at once, it was like her sense where set on high alert, her cunt tightened around his cock and tears burned in her eyes. Peter’s grip on her throat tightened, she tried to swallow but it felt blocked. She panted her hands lifting to his wrist squeezing. Peter, however, did not ease up. She had never had to use the safe word, but here she was crying and panting seemingly all in pleasure.
“Wolf..Wolf-Spider.”
Much like the previous moan, the safe word tumbled out of her mouth strained and broken. As if someone had flipped his switch Peter threw himself off of her, staring at her in shock.
“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, I..are you okay.”
Suddenly she was glass, Peter sat her up against the headboard softly. He pressed his lips to her forehead whispering apologies.
“I’m okay. Got a little scared, your grip got really strong.”
When Peter looked at her he looked similar to a kicked puppy. “I’m never touching you again.” He says after a brief silence. A sad laughs left her lips as she took her deep breaths, her hand covering his as he passed her a bottled water from their bedside table. All Peter felt was shame, there was a small bruise in the shape of his fingertip forming on her neck already.
“That’s a lie, but whatever will help you sleep tonight.”
Peter returned the sad laugh kissing her hand, they rested against one another.
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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months
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Random creepypasta character hcs VOL. 3(?)
Lost count on these but yeah I wanna drop more headcannons!!!
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Nina is genderfluid and uses any pronouns! They also wear binders every now and then + they wear pride jewelry
Also they dye their hair like. A few shades lighter because he likes how the roots look when they grow out!! Same note they dye their own hair!!
I'm sorry for really focusing on nina but I've been flashing my design for her; but she also wears fake fangs
Before eyeless jack became eyeless, he has heterochromia! One eye was brown and the other was more gold!
Obligatory "I hc that ej and nina would be friends" but they do each others nails and would help each other put together outfits
A majority of eyeless Jack's shirts are band shirts
The neighborhood, TV girl, hollywood undead, mother mother, ICP, ect ect are a few of his favorites! Granted I think his wardrobe would become more limited since he lives in the woods alone in my au...
Still focusing on EJ, in my au before he got all.. monsterified... I feel like he was studying to be a doctor
Ironic and kinda messed up considering now he's forced to dissect people to sustain his own body but yeah
I'm pretty sure I said this before but I'll say it again since I love the concept; but Ben 99% of the time is bound to electronic devices. Basically meaning you'll rarely, if ever, see him drag himself out. Even when he does it takes a lot out of him, and he can only wander for so long until he has to go back
More au stuff but to help give jill her own unique vibe and stuff, I designed her to look like those old dolls you'd see way back then. You know the ones, with the porcelain faces and ragdoll-like bodies!! She still has her black and white clown look but yeah!! Due to this she also has visible tears and stitches on her; mainly on the limbs!! I also kinda wanna give her a sort of lolita dress look, if I ever draw her again! Give her loads of frills and stuff
Tying this all off since shes made to resemble a doll shes short 😔☝️ a moment of silence for lady
She can still stretch her limbs like jack, though
Though tbh idk if jill could do that or not <\3 but shh it's my au
Jane is much more... well idk the right wording, but I guess shes more masc presenting in my hc/au? She doesnt wear a dress or pair of heels like her canon look
I adore her canon look dont get me wrong, but I feel like considering that shes gunning for Jeff, that isnt too practical; esp considering jeff is.... something else
Basically wears stuff that's easier to run in, add some protection to her if she falls, swap the heels out with running shoes, no dangly accessories, ties her hair back. If not she'd definitely cut it down short
She still has her mask, though, but its a prosthetic she made/received herself since I dont think she'd want to touch the one jeff gave her
So yeah!!
Also I feel like, out of most the creepypastas, she has the best chance of living her own life in society; she only has intention to end game jeff, but asides that shes just. Mostly normal. Shes in therapy for her trauma, she has a job, she lives in her own place, ect
Oh that also reminds me! I keep rattling in about "my au" this, "my au" that, but I havent actually... released anything about it outside of headcannons
Idk if it'll be out in written fanfics, or as comics, or just one shot half au-accurate drawings or WHAT but
Basic run down of the au; time skip has taken place, havent decided a set amount of years, but it's been long enough that characters (that age) like jeff or jane are in their 20s (so like anywhere between 7-13ish years)
Slender still has his mansion, but it's hardly like anything the old fandom had,, it's no where near as huge or extravagant; its about as good as an abandoned mansion can be with little to no access to materials to upkeep it, and hardly anyone lives in it
Also same area ej lives, but they don't interact much and have a tense dynamic; both refuse to change locations
Still fleshing out the mansion idea!! So this is subject to change!!
Anywaus
Obviously characters who dont age/are ghosts/undead dont change ages; so like ben and sally are still the same, and the same applies to others like
Uuuuuh
Puppeteer, laughing jack and jill, slender and his brothers (this au does not include THAT one, fuck that one, we only have splendor and trender here), zalgo
Oh speaking of zalgo! He exists!! They don't really have a physical/tangible form though, hes more so a concept/untouchable entity that corrupts whatever it touches and causes chaos
Anyways
Also eyeless Jack's aging is... slowed; not by much but yeah!! Side effect of his curse and the whole "his body is changing into something horrific", and the slow age thing is a whole thing about the curse trying to extend his life span in order to cause more damage to himself and others
Real goofy stuff
Anyways
Laughing jack lives in his lil box and mostly transfers from person to person via the box being passed around
Be it garage sales or being sold in a goodwill, he eventually finds a new family to torment
No one suspects the old ass jack in the box!!!!
Ysah that's about it
Sits
Anyways yall should totally send me In requests (please read my pinned first!!)
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ktrivia · 2 years
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Pull Your Punches (Levi x Reader Boxing AU)
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Summary:
Moving to a new city should have been scary, could have been lonely, but thanks to your giant of a childhood friend, it was easy.
He trained some of the best boxers in the world, one of whom just happened to be the man whose poster you had on your bedroom walls when younger. His pictures did him no justice though, much better in the flesh than you could ever have imagined.
To find out he had the same penchant for winding your friend up was a surprise, something you did for fun and relaxation. But this was just for entertainment, it wouldn’t ever come to anything, it couldn’t. Would it?
Author's Note:
Hi everyone! Here is part 2 of the fic that I'm transferring over. Originally this was written by me and a co-author (@zedsdead1001 ). We did alternating chapters initially so this one was hers! I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 2
As the trip to the diner was underway, you remembered just how awkward Erwin could be when confronted by anything sex-adjacent. A few boys at school had made some terrible attempts at asking you out, childish mumbles which you'd defended against well but the usual protective nature from your friend turned into nothing, as if his strength never existed and the blonde would simply stutter and have a full on body blush. During your life a flirtatious streak had become evident, cheeky and inappropriate at times, one which Erwin had never seen. Until now. And now, it was time for some good natured fun.
"So Levi," you began with a lazy yet sultry tone, nails inspected in a show of boredom. "Remind me again what your vital statistics are?"
The pale man smirked, eyes forward and hands in pockets as he could feel his trainer and friend turn to you in disbelief, mouth slack and words unattainable. Oh, this was going to be excellent.
"Which ones, Y/N?" Giving it back with an equally seductive growl, Levi glanced over to catch your flashing stare, saw the small smile of mischief that told him you were most certainly on the same page.
"Only the important numbers."
"Well in that case, eight…" He was cut off by a large elbow to the ribs, Erwin's cheeks blazing and blue eyes burning with warning whilst you tried your best to keep calm, wondering if that were really true. "I was talking about my fucking shoe size. No need to get violent, big man." Silence descended as the walk continued, all three of you mulling over the next thing to talk about. The tallest in your group quietly pondered a way to bring the topic of conversation away from his fighter's genitalia, drawing in breath to start a soliloquy that centred around the diner, only to be interrupted by another low purr. "But then, you know what they say about men's feet and certain ratios…"
It was out there again, a filthy yet unassuming sentence which you began to laugh at, face dusted in pink and shoulders hitching with hilarity. You may have found the perfect counterpart to terrorise Erwin with.
Taking a seat in the red leather booth, you slid over, joined by Levi as the other shuffled in opposite, lips pressed tightly together as he watched how close the pair of you were sitting. A menu laid on the table and you leant over, making a huge show of brushing against the body by your side as you peered to view what was on offer.
"Hmm…it all looks so good." Tapping your pout with a finger, you stared with affected concentration, not noticing the exchange that was occurring above. Shards of silver gleamed and an expression made from pure smugness almost challenged the cobalt scowl he was met with. An impressive brow was raised and Levi shrugged, gesturing to you with a nod as if to say 'not my fault she's practically lying on my lap'.
"Y/N?"
"Uh huh?"
"Give the man some space, please. This is a diner, not one of those…clubs." Upright again, you smiled sweetly and felt a slight bit of guilt - there he was, poor Erwin in his standard vest and sensible attire, hair flawlessly slicked as it always used to be. He hadn't changed that much, had just expanded somewhat and all of the things he'd done for you came flooding back.
"Sorry Erwin. What do you recommend?" He lit up, excited at the prospect of gushing over his much beloved milkshakes, a favourite treat since childhood.
"Well, the vanilla…" Gleeful explanations ensued and you did your best to listen intently, but that was rather difficult when lithe fingers were running up and down your thigh. Levi was in this whole heartedly, the chance to behave badly and without care too good to pass up; given his fame and reputation, he usually only ever met lame fangirls, women who would throw themselves at him and reeked of cheap perfume, make-up caked on and lashes as false as their breasts probably were. But you…you had an air of superiority and fun, the way you'd called him out instantly upon meeting adding to his interest and he decided why not, let's have a little bit of enjoyment in life, especially if it meant being able to watch Erwin squirm.
The tanned male had always been an upstanding pillar, kind and gentle with that undercurrent of rage that had to be let out on the bags or in the ring, mostly a 'swell guy' who most certainly needed to relax once in a while. Even he couldn't be so straight laced at all times, there must be something inside so to pick at that flawless exterior made up for all the gruelling hours of workouts he'd enforced.
"…and the chocolate comes with a little wafer, but it can get a little…a little…what are you doing?" Erwin could tell his champion was up to no good, the way you twitched every now and again speaking volumes and he frowned. "Hands on the table. Both of you." Raising like you were under gunpoint, you showed that none of this was your fault. "Levi?"
"Order for me. I've got to take a piss." The touch on your leg swept away as he stood, stretching dramatically to lift his hoodie up and expose a muscular back, all a display like a peacock showing it's colourful feathers. As he walked away, you managed to drag your eyes onto the parental gaze that was pinning you down.
"What?"
"Y/N, when did you become so...so…forward?"
"I'm just having fun Erwin. What's so wrong with that?" You weren't ready to get into this now, the truth surely not a conversation to be held on your reunion day but your old friend could sense a tone of accusation - here it was, his virtual abandonment of you coming back to strike. He still felt terrible, leaving when he did and knowing the family he'd left you with. But he had to, needed to be selfish and the large man sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry Y/N."
"Why?" Stiffening, you sensed the incoming discussion and took the lead. "After you went, I had to adjust, sure. Become stronger and not just physically. So I did, and this is one thing that helped to get me through." Picking at the corner of the card menu, you nodded. "I don't sleep around Erwin, I'm not a slut, if that's what you're worried about. Some people read, others see a movie, I flirt. It takes the edge off and relaxes me."
"No no, I wasn't suggesting that…I…" He was getting flustered, not accustomed to seeing you fully grown and exploring sexuality - to him, you were still the little girl he'd defended and taught. "I guess I'm just not used to this. In public." A wry smile danced over your lips, about to make a comment when the waitress appeared, orders given with thanks.
Levi returned, scooting in close again to begin meddling, head tilted in your direction.
"So is this one a groupie then?"
You glared, eyes dark and full of playful malice, arms crossed as you angled backwards away from him with a look of distaste.
"Please. Like I have nothing better to do than fawn over pumped up macho men."
He got near, own tilt matching yours so your noses nearly touched, his scrutinizing stare threatening to break away any kind of walls you'd erected throughout life - his pictures really didn't do those silvery orbs justice and his voice was deep and silky, words spoken from almost an unmoving mouth.
"Seem to be doing a pretty fucking good impression of one then, Y/N."
"You should know. How many have you fucked? Must be like a kid in a candy store."
"I don't like candy. I prefer a more bitter taste." Grey eyes flicked down to your confrontational smirk, saw the way you were building up to a retort, one which he suddenly rather wished to hush with a kiss. That would be too soon though, way too easy. Whatever weird game was being played, it needed to be played properly, not ruined on day one.
"Well if you like bitter, I know a few men…"
"Here we go folks!" The waitress had stopped proceedings again, much to Erwin's delight as he'd been watching the whole exchange with a gurgle in his throat, unsure how to sufficiently stop this unexpected thing from happening. Three hugely embellished milkshakes were delivered, all of you thanking the woman who skipped away oblivious and a low mumble sounded from your right.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Hmm? It's a milkshake, Levi. Jeez, must be all those steroids ruining your brain cells."
"Don't be fucking smart. This. What is this?" Poking the bright item, Levi sneered and flicked it to one side, white liquid spraying out and splashing on your arm.
"Watch out!"
"Ever so sorry, Y/N. Allow me." Pale hands took your limb and for a split second, you were sure he'd lick the offending droplets away, his almost cat-like smile promising a raise in the stakes.
"Use a tissue. I'm begging you, please just drink your shakes like normal human beings." The hissing plea from Erwin was amusing to say the least and a napkin was swept over your skin, apologetic glance given.
"Got to do what the boss says."
Shrugging, you picked up the paper umbrella which had been ejected in your direction and twirled it between your fingers, sipping slowly on what was actually a pretty damn good drink.
"How did you find this place? You come here a lot?"
"At least twice a week, Y/N. I find it calming. At least I used to." Erwin sulked, proper and correct exterior demanding the same kind of behaviour in return and you wondered why this seemed like such a great pastime - it was so simple, using your skill of steering away from the serious things in life to forget and you queried internally. How long until you broke him? That in itself sounded mean, yet the man's pout was even twitching, a sense of fun somewhere inside of him and you laughed.
"Sorry Erwin. We've got a lot of catching up to do, we could make this a thing?"
"I'd like that. Very much. Preferably alone next time."
"Oh don't mind me. You carry on. Reminisce." Levi waved his hand to dismiss any fears, drinking deeply from the straw and disguising the look of pleasure that was dangerously close to emerging.
"Thank you. Well Y/N, tell me. You might not watch it anymore, but do you still box?"
Milk was nearly ejected, coughs coming from the pale man and you slapped his back a little harshly.
"Something funny?"
"You? Boxing? I'd call that fucking funny."
"Levi, don't make assumptions. She used to have quite the right hook back in the day."
Beaming, you winked across the table and switched sides, thanking your friend with the gesture.
"Yea right. And I'm a shitty little rookie."
"Ok, Mr Olympic medals. You and me. Bring it on." Squaring up, you took the cherry from your shake and held it by the stalk, red fruit sucked suggestively, tongue swirling as the creamy substance was cleaned away. Levi gulped visibly and you lifted your brows, popping the round item out from full lips and pointing it at your current rival. "Or are you dickless as well as brainless?"
"Oh Y/N, you'll find out soon enough that I am most certainly not dickless."
Erwin groaned, head down on the table and hands in his lap like a prayer for redemption, voice muted as he spoke.
"Let's not discuss your penis again, Levi." He sat up, blue eyes strained and tired. "And that didn't answer my question Y/N."
"No, I haven't for a while. Don't really need to anymore." The newcomer to this old relationship straightened, sensing the tone of something deeper but it wasn't his place to delve so he remained quiet, soft sips now his only sound of participation.
"It's good to keep in shape though." A kindness radiated from the blonde, unspoken history shared and you nodded.
"I suppose. Would be quite nice to get back into it Erwin, for fun rather than anything else."
"Well then, that's decided. Come down once you're all settled in at home and work and we'll have a spar like we used to." Even Levi didn't make a snide comment, just allowed the comfortable moment to settle upon those gathered, two acquaintances reunited and stopping short of dredging up the past. For now. It was only a matter of time before you talked about everything, how you'd coped after Erwin's departure, what occurred at home and your eventual move here. But for now, this was just fine.
The cordial atmosphere continued as a few stories were swapped, the odd snap sent in the direction of the dark haired man which he took well, gave some back but his attitude had changed - he sensed an internal fire within you and was interested to find out more. Perhaps it would manifest at the gym?
After your drinks had been finished, Erwin paid as his treat, any offers to assist waved away and you found yourselves outside again, slow walk taken as the large male pulled your case along, delivering you to the place you'd be calling home from now on.
"Well, here we are."
"Need a hand up with this?"
"There's elevators, thanks though Erwin." Standing on tip toes, you planted a peck on his smooth cheek, gentle hand on your shoulder squeezing in support.
"Where's mine?"
"Kiss my ass, Levi."
"With pleasure, Y/N. Maybe when I've finished wiping the fucking floor with you after a round?"
"You wish." Giving him the middle finger, you laughed as they turned to leave, Erwin's head shaken in exhaustion and Levi spun, walking backwards and palms out in question.
"Can I at least get your number?"
"Nah, I know yours though." He frowned, unsure what you meant until eight fingers were held up, your cheeky and slightly sarcastic show given with confidence until the reply came, man still stepping further away but facing you, nine of his own digits raised with a wink and you shouted over. "Yea, now I know you're lying!" One finger was retracted and Levi shrugged, calling back to where you stood.
"This isn't a lie though Y/N. You'll see."
"Levi! Jesus, please." Erwin grabbed his fighter's collar, using size to his advantage and he twirled the smaller man round, forwards travel enforced and you smiled. It had definitely been an interesting first day in the city.
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Hi!! I was just thinking about your Very Sad piece for day 23 and wondering about your drawing process, particularly because of the complexity of the water - do you sketch in pencil first? If you have the chance and feel comfortable, do you think you could share a couple of in progress shots of your beautiful art? <3
ARGHRHGH okay i had MOST of this answered and then my page suddenly crashed, so I'm very frustrated, but I'm DETERMINED to type it all up again! First of all thank you for the ask! :D I don't usually take very many in-process photos, although I might do that for today's so I can give you a better look. :) For this piece, I started off filming myself dragging around a body pillow as reference footage for the pose. Meet Chat Noir!
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(My room's a mess because I still haven't finished unpacking, don't mind it lol) If the poses I want are very simple, or don't interact with each other, or I've drawn similar ones, I don't always need a reference. In most cases though, I'll either spend some time on Google Images or photograph myself to help. I went through my footage and found some frames that I liked, and sketched some of them out in a different sketchbook. It's bigger and I like using it for planning and reference practice. Here's that page!
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Because I draw with traditional media, and I'm trying to do all of these pictures back to back in one sketchbook, I try to plan it out in a fair amount of detail before starting on the actual page. Once I get going, it can be tricky to shift things around, especially because I always sketch in colored pencil. (I think it looks nice, it's not as messy as graphite, and it also has a subtle bearing on the mood of the final piece. This one is a dark blue-green because I wanted it to look really waterlogged, but I've used pink, purple, or yellow for a lot of Marichats so far.) The pose here was something I put a lot of thought into because I wanted it to be close enough to show how protective and intense Marinette was, but also with enough distance that I could clearly show the strain on her body and his weight in her arms. The story is also important to all of this, especially in the sketching stage. I knew Chat would be floating partially, so that would affect his weight. I knew Marinette had been looking for him for a while, so her hair was plastered to her face - and she'd gone out in a hurry, so her raincoat was unbuttoned. Chat had been slumped in an alleyway for a while as the rain fell, so the blood was diluted and darkened. etc etc I picked the Place des Vosges for the background because a) it was simple b) trees and fences are pretty easy to wreak havoc on! (this is so long sorry) I sketched the people first, to make sure the pose fit into the frame, then added in some background markers, and a few directional lines to remind me of the water flow direction (I knew I wanted her fighting against the current to bring him home). I lined the people first too, leaving out the pupils and mouths til later, because those are the main indicators of emotion, and I wanted to make sure they would still work if the mood of the piece shifted. From there I lined the people in ink, added more detail to the background sketch to make sure it fit around them well and was still clearly readable, and then inked that. For the water...idk what to tell you, I was winging it which is funny because that's the part everyone's commented on the most sdflkjdf I did use some references (I googled like, "water moving past rocks") to see how water responds to obstacles, but water is really difficult to draw, so I just kinda...wung it and tried to create something genre-appropriate! I steered clear of realism bc I knew I wouldn't be able to pull it off very convincingly and would get bogged down in all the deatil it's possible to include. (@davey-in-a-minivan of the very big brain pointed out that the water looks like peacock feathers) After that, I think I lightly colored the people first, then the background, so I could keep a handle on how they affected each other. Again, the story is important here too, because it makes the clothes shiny, and darker if they're absorbent, and the water darker and with more debris because of the turbulence. I do have a picture I sent to a friend part way through:
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After that, I just kept going until I was happy! I like dramatic shading, so I added in a bit more as I went, but because light on a foggy day is pretty diffused, I didn't do as much as usual with that. I added more detail to the trees and sky behind because it didn't fit well with the rest of the piece, and eventually I got here!
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And voila!! I hope that offers some insight hahaha - thanks again for the ask :))) (I might take more progress pictures of today's project for the future)
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