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isabella-kr · 2 years

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Are you still taking requests for Price fics??? Can I please get a fluff/smut with him and a reader who has insecurities about her body

I most definitely am!! Thank you so much for requesting!! The beginning turned out sadder than planned, so I’m sorry about that. Also, this isn’t my best work; I’m not sure why but my brain wasn’t braining when I was trying to write this so the quality is slightly off.

Marked Beauty

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Synopsis: When Price catches her looking in the mirror for longer than usual, he can immediately tell something is wrong. When she voices her insecurities, he makes it his mission to show her just how beautiful she is.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Wife!Reader (I’m sorry, I’m a sucker for husband Price)

Genre: Fluff & Smut. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD

Warnings: Insecurities, dislike of one's body, Mention of stretch marks, scars, and cellulite, body worship, smut, description of male and female bodies, description of male and female genitalia, cunnilingus, fingering, penetrative sex, p in v, soft sex, creampie, use of ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’ (let me know if I missed anything)

Note: There is no mention of body weight or size in this fic. The reader is not described as having a specific body type - stretch marks and cellulite is something anyone can get no matter their size.

Word Count: 4.5k

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GIF not mine (Boobies 😍)

He could tell something was wrong the moment she stepped in front of the mirror to brush her teeth. The way her eyes raked over her own body made his chest ache; there was a certain hatred in them, and he would even go as far as say she looked disgusted.

Feeling his heart break piece by piece, he stood up from where he sat on the bed and stopped in the threshold of the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. She didn’t even notice his presence, too focused on judging every inch of herself. He approached her the moment she spat the toothpaste in the sink, his arms immediately moving to wrap around her torso and pulling her close against him.

She let out a small sigh when he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, and placed her hands atop his, enjoying the feeling of his warm chest pressing against her back. She almost smiled, but the moment she looked into the mirror again, her face turned blank.

“What’s wrong?” he muttered against her skin, his beard tickling her neck.

She exhaled sharply, internally scolding herself for allowing him to see through her. “Nothing’s wrong,” she sent him a small smile, “Go to bed, I’ll join you in a sec, alright?”

He shook his head and pulled himself up to stare into her eyes through the mirror. He said her name softly, his gruff voice barely above a whisper as he continued, “Please talk to me.”

She looked to the side and away from his concerned gaze, “I’m fine,” she told him.

But John didn’t believe her. He turned her around in his arms and placed his hand on her cheek, angling her face so their eyes would lock, “Sweetheart, we’ve been together far too long for me to believe that.”

He watched as her eyes glazed over, and she quickly hung her head to look at the ground; she refused to let him see her this way. To see her broken and on the verge of tears.

“Hey,” he attempted to lift her head back up, but she refused.

It was when she let out a choked sob, and when he felt her hot tears wet his fingertips that he brought her closer towards him. His palm cradled the back of her head as he pressed her cheek against his shoulder, his other hand reaching to rub comforting circles on her back. Her own hands grabbed onto his shirt and cramped it between her fingers as quiet whimpers left her lips.

“Shh-shh-shh,” he tried to comfort her, placing a loving kiss against her head as he swayed them from side to side. She clung onto him like her life depended on it, quiet apologies leaving her lips when she felt her tears soaking through his shirt. He could only shake his head in response and assure her it was okay, that she had nothing to be sorry for.

Once she began to calm down – her sobs ceasing and tears drying on her skin – he pulled away, cupping her cheeks in his calloused hands to look at her. The whites of her eyes were a faint red, and her face was slightly puffy from crying.

“Talk to me?” he whispered, his eyes begging her to tell him what was wrong - what he could do to help.

Hesitantly, she nodded, and the moment she did he felt like he could breathe again. He pressed his hand against the small of her back and led her back to their bedroom, where they both sat on the edge of the soft bed. His hands reached for hers and he held them, gently rubbing his thumb against her skin.

“John,” she managed to whisper, and he hummed, urging her to continue, “Do you still find me attractive?”

The question alone took him aback, but it was the seriousness in her tone that made him freeze. His brows knit together, and his eyes looked more concerned than before as he leaned forward. He searched her face for something, perhaps because a part of him wished this was all just a really bad joke.

“’Course I do,” he stated in disbelief, “What makes you think I don’t?”

She shrugged, her eyes gazing down at their intertwined fingers, “I just-” she let out a deep sigh, “I don’t know.”

“Hey,” he moved off the bed and crouched down in front of her, keeping his hands on top of hers as he looked into her eyes, “You can tell me.”

She looked more tired from this angle. The way the shadows fell on her face made her look as though she hadn’t slept in weeks. The frown that pulled on her lips didn’t make it any better, only showing how truly devastated she looked.

His mind began to work on overdrive. Had he said something to her? Did he do something without realising? Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe someone said something nasty to her, and now she couldn’t get their words out of her head.

It was as though she could hear the thoughts that ran through his head. She shook her head at him and let out a small breath, “I just... I don’t feel-” she groaned, placing her hands on her face, “Whenever I look at myself all I can see is flaws, and sometimes I’m scared that one day it will be all you’ll start seeing, too.”

He couldn’t believe his own ears. He couldn’t believe she thought of herself that way, that she saw herself that way. His chest felt heavy as he moved to sit beside her and placed a comforting hand on the small of her back.

“Did someone say something to you?” he questioned; his voice gentle as he spoke.

“No.” she assured him, “No, no-one said anything, and don’t worry, you didn’t do anything either. It’s me – I just don’t like the way I look. Honestly, I don’t know what you see in me, John.”

He hummed, taking her words in and digesting them before he opened his mouth, “D’you want to know what I see?”

She swallowed thickly, “What?”

“Definitely not the flaws you’re seeing, love,” he attempted to lighten her mood. “I’m not even sure what ‘flaws’ you’re thinking of. All I can see is my beautiful, beautiful wife.”

Despite the awful thoughts still plaguing her mind, she couldn’t help but become bashful at his words. She could feel the heat on her cheeks, and hated herself for lifting the corners of her mouth into a small smile.

“There you are,” he said as though he hadn’t seen her in months. He quickly turned serious, a hand pressing against her cheek to turn her face in his direction, “You’ll always be beautiful to me,” he said her name with so much love, she could feel her heart swell, “Even when we’re both old, wrinkly and complaining about back pain. I love you, and that’s never going to change.”

“You already complain about your back pain,” she pointed out as her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

“See, we’re already half way there,” he laughed, “If you ever feel like this again, you tell me, alright?” she nodded into his shoulder, “I can’t have you feeling like this.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “For worrying you.”

“I’m your husband,” he chuckled, pulling away from her, “It’s my job to worry, yeah?”

She snorted at that, and he couldn’t help but grin at her reaction. With a small laugh of his own, he pressed his lips against hers and used his thumbs to wipe away the dry tears from her cheeks. The kiss started off sweet and gentle, their soft lips melting against one another in the slow dance. But it eventually turned more passionate – more lustful – as he pressed his lips harder against hers, hands beginning to wander down from her hips.

They pulled away to catch their breaths, their foreheads pressing together in a loving gesture. “Can I show you just how beautiful you are to me?” he asked.

She knew what he meant by this, and she didn’t even have to think about her answer. She nodded, a small ‘yeah’ leaving her lips as she pressed them against his once again. This kiss was short and sweet and he smiled when they moved apart.

Placing his hands on her hips, he guided her along the bed to rest her head on the fluffy pillows. He hovered above her, hand resting by her head as he leaned down to kiss her once again. His tongue entered her mouth, and the quiet mewl that left her when their tongues met had his body turning hot. They explored one another as if it was their first time doing so; hands ran up and down each other’s bodies and tongues swiped against one another in a loving embrace.

A string of saliva connected them when John eventually pulled away. His breathing was heavy and eyes closed as he attempted to calm himself down. He pressed his nose against the soft skin of her cheek and decided to press more kisses there, trailing from her cheek, to her jaw, down her neck and stopping just above her clavicle.

“John,” she whispered, legs moving to rest on either side of his hips.

He groaned at her needy tone, the sound of her voice only spurring him on as he kissed past her clavicle and over her shirt. His hands slipped underneath the hem of her shirt and rolled up the material to her ribs to expose her stomach. His lips attached to the newly uncovered skin, pressing soft kisses around her belly button.

As his lips moved downward, stopping at the waistband of her bottoms, he noticed something different. Instead of the usual shorts she wore to bed, her legs were covered with long pyjama bottoms that reached her ankles. He frowned, eyes gazing up at her curiously.

“Is it your legs, love?” he asked, brows furrowing in question.

She let out a sharp breath, her tongue wetting her lips as she nodded. He kissed the softness of her abdomen before pushing himself up to look into her eyes. “Can I take ‘em off?” he asked seriously, hand stroking the apple of her cheek.

She nodded, though he could see the hesitance in her eyes. One of his hands settled on the soft skin of her hip, gently rubbing the area with his thumb as he tilted his head to the side in thought. He let out a soft hum, eyes analysing her own.

“John,” her voice caught his attention, “I trust you. I just... it’s my thighs...”

“Are you sure?” he asked, wanting to be certain she definitely wanted this.

She smiled at him, and pressed a hot kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling, and almost whined when she pulled away, “I want you, John.”

He only smiled before moving his head back down towards her stomach and pressing open-mouthed kisses against her skin. He hooked his fingers at the waistband of her bottoms and began to pull them downward, her hips rising a little to help him get them off.

Despite him having seen her naked countless times before, and despite still having her underwear and shirt on, she felt more exposed than ever. Yet when she looked into his eyes, which were already staring back at her - scanning her face for discomfort – she felt herself relax; his eyes were so soft, and held so much love, she felt like her heart was going to burst at the sight.

He pressed his lips against her knee as he held her leg carefully in his hand. He squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh, enjoying how it jiggled underneath his fingertips. Her breath hitched when he lifted her leg further up her body, the top of her thigh making contact with her torso.

The position reminded her of the many times he practically folded her in half to pound deeper into her. It reminded her of the nights when she finished multiple times in a row, and when her legs felt sore the day after. But this time was different; instead of his fingertips digging into the skin of her hip, they softly held onto her knee; instead of harsh kisses that stole her breath away, he lightly pressed his lips against the bumpy area of her thigh.

His eyes gazed upon the cellulite that decorated her skin, but unlike her, he didn’t see flaws. All he saw was the woman he fell in love with. The woman he was willing to take a bullet for. The bumpy area of her thigh was nothing but a decoration on her body. And he kissed it. He kissed every bump that adorned her skin, refusing to miss even a single one.

Her breathing was turning heavy as he travelled from underneath her knee and down to her buttocks. His fingers caressed the cellulite on her thigh before digging his fingers into her skin and moving her leg to expose the cotton of her underwear.

He moved his face toward her core, and placed a soft kiss against her clothed clit. A soft mewl left her lips at the action, and he smiled proudly at the sound. “You mind if I take ‘em off, love?”

She shook her head, and practically begged him to do just that. A breathless ‘please’ left her lips, and that’s all he needed. Quickly, yet still as carefully and softly as before, he pulled the material off her hips and almost salivated at the sight of her bottom half bare in front of him. He swore he would never get tired of seeing her like this; with eyes clenched shut and mouth ajar, small sighs leaving her open lips as she subconsciously rutted her hips towards him.

“John,” his name left her lips in a quiet plea.

He smirked, and on any other occasion he would have waited another moment; he would have her begging to place his lips around her. Yet this time he gave her what she wanted – what she needed – without a second thought.

His lips were wrapped on her already swollen clit before she got the chance to say his name again. A choked moan left her lips at the feeling, and her fingers went to grab onto his short hair. Her thighs clenched around his head when his tongue pressed against her hot skin, tasting her arousal as he licked her from the opening of her vagina, and up to her sensitive bud.

She let out a desperate whine as she lifted her hips, pressing her core harder against his face. She felt him smile against her, the hairs of his beard digging into the skin of her thighs. He wrapped an arm around her abdomen and pushed her down to keep her in place.

His lips were back to sucking on her clit in no time, and she felt as his index finger moved through her labia and gently pushed into her. The feeling was ecstatic, and she couldn’t help the loud moan that tumbled from her lips. “John,” she chanted his name as though it was the only name she knew.

He pumped the finger in and out, the sound of her wetness seeping out of her making his cock feel even harder than it already was. He added another finger and curled them in her tight canal. Her soft walls clenched around his digits, and when she attempted to arch her back, he knew she was close.

The pulls on his hair turned harsher, and her soft thighs squeezed his head when her walls began to spasm. He let her push her core against him, his mouth refusing to leave the swell of her clit as she shook underneath him. Her orgasm seeped out of her and drenched his fingers, which he continued to pump in and out until she stopped moving.

He pulled out his digits from her and placed them in his mouth, keeping eye contact with her when he licked them clean off her orgasm. The sound that left her lips was unholy, and it took everything in him to not grin like the Cheshire cat in return.

“You’re stunning,” he told her, and smiled when she moaned at his words.

He moved back towards her face and kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself on his tongue, and the it made her wrap her arms tightly around his neck. She pushed her torso into his, and when her naked crotch made contact with his still clothed dick, she felt how hard he was. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it was, so she let her hands travel from the hard muscles in his back and towards his abdomen, eager to wrap her fingers around his thickness.

Her hands barely had time to touch the soft material before he pulled them away and shook his head at her. “Not tonight,” he told her and stood up to remove the soft material himself.

His boxers ended up on the floor of their bedroom, and he didn’t stop until he was fully bare in front of her, his shirt joining the small pile on the floor. She shamelessly ogled his form from the bed, now sat up and hugging her naked legs against her chest.

He let out a small chuckle at the sight of her, “Enjoying the view?” he asked, getting on his knees in front of her.

She giggled, “Wish I could take a picture,” she answered with a soft smile.

He breathed out a laugh and grabbed onto the hem of her shirt, pulling it off her before letting it join his own clothes on the floor. “Show me,” he told her and she looked up at him with a confused expression, “What else, love? Show me.”

She bit into her bottom lip in thought before nodding and grabbing his wrist. Spreading her thighs so he could step between them, she moved his hand toward her hip. He got her to lay back down as he analysed her skin. It was only then that he saw the faint lines on her body, the stretch marks running from the top of her hip and down to her thigh.

Truth be told, he never paid them much mind. Sure, he’s seen that they were there, but he never would have guessed they caused her such heartache – such pain. He pressed gentle kisses on her hip, smiling against her before moving to hover above her once again.

“You know, all scars tell us is that we survived,” he pointed at his own torso, which was littered with scars of all sizes. Some were short and faint and others long and deep, but they all told the same story; he survived everything that was thrown his way.

She let out a sigh, “They’re not scars, John. They’re stretch marks. I haven’t survived anything.”

“Yeah, you have,” he argued, and she knit her brows in question, “You survive every day, don’t you? No matter what’s thrown at you, you’ve survived it all. Like that time you hit yourself on the table – remember the bruise you had for weeks?” He asked and she nodded, “Look, you might not have survived anything life-threatening, but you survived nonetheless. I mean, you survive with me and my, as you call them, ‘awful hats’ everyday, so that counts for something.” He laughed, “They’re nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

She could feel the tears brimming her eyes at his words. She managed to nod, pulling him into another kiss as her legs wrapped around his torso. She was becoming desperate, his words only making her want him inside her more and more.

“John,” she breathed out, “I love you. I love you so much.”

He groaned when her hand suddenly grabbed onto the base of his cock and pumped him, moving up and down his length. She lined the tip with the wet entrance of her vagina, moaning at the feeling of his hot and sticky skin pressing against her.

“I love you, too,” he managed to say as he pushed inside of her.

The feeling of his cock stretching her out felt heavenly. She could feel every inch of him as he moved inside of her, pushing in until he bottomed out. His pelvis was pressed against her clit, and she clenched her walls around him at the feeling.

He grunted, tightening his hold on her left hip as his other hand moved to rest beside her head. “Fuck,” he cursed, forehead pressing against her shoulder. He tapped his hand against the side of her hip, and she arched against him, her hard nipples pressing deliciously against his hot skin.

Taking the chance, he moved a pillow underneath the small of her back, the slight lift allowing him to push even further into her. His tip pressed against the soft wall of her cervix, and she attempted to move her hips against his.

The desperation was clear on her face when he opened his eyes to look at her. His forehead pressed against hers and he finally moved his hips – slowly, sensually. His thrusts were slow and deep, as though he was trying to reach the deepest depths of her being.

She could feel the love radiating off him; the tenderness of his movements, gentle hold he had on her thigh as he pushed it further up his torso – attempting to reach as deeply as humanly possible – and the way he pressed small kisses against her temple. She could feel it all, and it brought hot tears to her eyes.

He held onto him as the tears began to roll down her cheeks, and her hips moved in sync with his. He whispered her name in her ear, followed by words of adoration, “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he spoke against her ear, his beard tickling her skin.

She clenched around him and her hips stuttered with every word – with every thrust. “So gorgeous,” he continued, lips pressing against the edge of her jaw after every word, “My fuckin’ gorgeous wife.”

Her abdomen felt hot, and the knot that slowly began to form in her stomach was threatening to snap. He could feel it; he could feel her getting closer. He slightly sped up his movements, his pelvis rubbing against her clit with every single thrust.

It was becoming too much. The words of love he chanted in her ear, the way her breasts rubbed against the scarred skin of his chest, and the way his cock pressed against the wall of her cervix with every single thrust. It was too much, and with a clench of her walls, she felt the knot finally break.

A loud moan got past his lips as the feeling of her walls hugging him tighter. His own hips began to stutter, and as she continued to spasm in his arms, her pushed into her with one final thrust.

She felt the warmth of his cum filling up her insides, the feeling only making her whine louder than before. His forehead went to press against hers once more as he fully emptied himself inside of her, his orgasm mixing with hers.

They stayed like that for a moment; he was still inside her, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and bodies remained flushed together. They were both panting, their chests heaving after the passionate and intense session.

When she eventually opened her eyes – her vision slightly blurred from her orgasm – he was already staring back at her. The corners of his lips were pulled into a smile, and his eyes held a softness she had seen many times before, yet would never get tired of.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he repeated the compliment he had previously chanted like a prayer.

She smiled, her arms loosening around his neck as she moved to cup his cheeks in her palms, “Hello, handsome,” she replied.

With a look full of love, he pressed a kiss against her cheek and pushed himself up to pull out of her. She whined at the feeling of sudden loss, her hands grabbing onto his forearms that were on either side of her head. She could feel his release slowly seeping out of her, and before it could trickle too far down – before their bed sheets were ruined – he picked her up from the bed.

She let out a squeal of surprise when she was lifted into his arms, and with an amused laugh, he took them both to the bathroom. “Bath?” he asked as he placed her on her feet, making sure she was steady and her legs weren’t wobbling.

She held onto his shoulder for a second, but nodded when she felt the feeling return to her legs. As he went to draw them both a bath, she reached for the towel cabinet and pulled out a small, clean rag. She wet it with warm water and just as she was about to wipe it on her thigh, it was taken from her.

John turned her around and pressed her back against the cold sink, making her hiss out at the feeling. He only chuckled when he grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it up towards him, only to then press the warm towel against her hot skin. He cleaned off the stickiness of her thighs, doing the same for himself before pressing the material flush against her crotch, collecting the arousal that had seeped out of her.

She couldn’t help but flinch and moan at the feeling, her mouth falling ajar as she grabbed onto her husband’s bicep. “Sorry, had to clean you up,” he told her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She almost rolled her eyes at him, but could only smile when he pulled her in for a kiss. The towel was discarded in the sink as his hands moved to rest on her waist. The skin-on-skin contact was nice, the intimacy of the moment causing a certain peacefulness to fall upon them.

“C’mon,” he eventually said and led her to the bathtub full of hot water.

The moment the water enveloped her, she could feel her muscles relaxing from the warmth that surrounded her. John stepped in behind her and pulled her into his chest, where she rested her head against his shoulder.

His hand moved to lay on the expanse of her stomach, lightly rubbing the area as she nuzzled into him. She finally felt happy, and content with herself. The insecurities that previously burdened her mind were forgotten, and the only thing she could focus on was John, and how he lovingly held onto her. She knew the thoughts would eventually return, and that they would try their very hardest to be the only thing occupying her mind. But she also knew John would be there to put a stop to them every single time.

“Thank you, John,” she whispered into the silence.

All he did in return was press his cheek against the top of her head and hum as he pulled her in even closer towards him. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to, because his actions spoke louder than words ever could.

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gh0vtzb1og · 5 months

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I have many thoughts about ghost or price coming back from a long mission and being a sub to reader cause they're too tired.. :3 specifically masc

Rockin’ horse. Bottom price / JOHN PRICE X MALE READER

You ask and I deliver.

(I didn’t know if you meant submissive top, so your getting submissive bottom price)

Notes; fingering, teasing, anal sex, degradin, jerking off, blow job.

(The whole time I’m writing this I’m thinking of ‘exit only’ boxers, LMAO)

Price leaned up against the doorway of your shared bedroom, his lips parted ever so slightly, his look was a beat up and exhausted one. He didn’t say anything to you, just stared in silence, waiting for you to speak.

“Long day at work eh?” You shifted against the bed, sitting in your boxers. Prices eyes shifted to your boxers.

“Very,” he murmured, creeping onto the floorboards without a word. He crawled onto the bed, the worn down look in his eyes as his met yours. He crawled on top of you now, the slightly bigger man looking down at you.

You weren’t gonna take this though. Quickly wrapping your leg around the back of his knee and pushing him onto his back. You grab his legs, pinning them to either side of his body, soft snaps of his bones being stretched out into a new way.

You had jerked him off in a dominant manner, but never this far. Hid jaw hung open as he laid there pinned. “Bloody hell. This what you’ve been, plannin’?” He gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning a white shade as he waited for your next move.

You move one hand down to undo his belt which kept his jeans clinging to him. as if they didn’t already compliment his lower half. You undid his jeans, moving your hands to his boxers. Using your palm to rub it against his ass. The captains eyes were filled with frustration, he couldn’t move to take a more dominant role. Now you were both in your boxers, slipping the captains off.

He was erect against his stomach, his cock leaking pre cum as you used two of your fingers inside him. Gently rubbing his inner walls and trying to find his prostate.

“Goddamnitt, I’m so gonna ruin you later boy.” He threatened. Groans and moans leaving his throat as you work on his ass. Your fingers neatly scissoring him and thrusting out of him. He growled softly and bit his cheek as he stared at you, a quiet pant leaving his lips as he tried to keep quiet. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of him getting pleasure from your acts.

“Shh. You’re just so upset aren’t you price. A captain in the military getting fingered on his own bed, how pathetic.” You kiss his bearded chin. You pulled your boxers down. Staring at your older boyfriend, his cock red and angry. Desperate for relief from his rough day.

He gripped the bed harder, feelin you pull your fingers away and pushing your tip against his entrance. “Just a damn slag. Can Mr old man not fight against me? Is he gonna get fucked hm?” You sneer into his ear. Watching his jaw tighten as he glares at you.

With a quick thrust of your hips you were halfway in him. Listening to the older male groan out in pleasure. Gritting his teeth to his best advantage, drool was seeping out from his lips as you move your hips once more, slamming your cock fully into the other man. You wrapped your right hand around his cock, quickly moving it. You ran your thumb over his tip, playing with his slit.

“Fuck! Cmon darlin you don’t gotta I didn’t mean it. Just quit now and I won’t do anything to ya.” He pleaded, trying to hide his moans as you pound into him. Fucking him with everything you’ve got, long gravely moans left his throat, watching as he tilted his head back.

You push his legs by his head, pinning them there. Price was letting out heavenly groans and moans. All because of you, a feeling of pride filled you as you used your position to rub right against his prostate.

“Fuck lad! Cmon you don’t gotta, fuck!” He groaned out to the thick, hot air that wrapped around you both. Feeling his cock throb into your touch before a warm spurt of cum left it, hitting his stomach and dribbling onto his body, his cock throbbed for a few seconds more.

You had got the best of him. Pulling out and letting a low chuckle leave your own mouth.

“Not so hard hmm, though I’m still hard, suppose you can’t help can ya.” You tsk, watching his hazy eyes go to your cock. He moved over, grabbing onto your hips and letting his lips wrap around your cock, his beard tickling your skin. A quiet groan left you as he tasted himself on your cock.

Choking on it. You ran your hand through his hair, watching his teary eyes as he tried to take your cock. He’d certainly get you back for this.

I really hope this doesn’t look as bad as I see it bro. I can’t tell if my writing is boring (lmk how I can improve)

#cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #captain john price #captain price #john price #price call of duty #price x reader #smut writing #writers on tumblr #cod modern warfare #call of duty headcanons #male reader #fanfic

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not-xpr-art · 9 months

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my art inspirations vs my art (2015-now)!

a mini collection of artworks I've done over the years next to the work/artist that I based the style of my piece on!

when I'm basing my work on another artist's piece, I try not to just directly copy the composition, colours or brushstrokes of the original... instead I'm always interested in adapting the original style to my own in order to create more of an homage instead!

another thing I keep in mind is medium, since most of my works above are digital and most of my inspirations are traditional artworks, so I have to figure out how to adapt that artists style into a new format in order to keep it somewhat recognisable to the original!

list of artist inspirations & explanations included in this post are below btw

Gustav Klimt's The Kiss (1907) -> Wangxian digital drawing (2020), with a photo collage background made up of lots of golden things!

This is not the only piece I've done inspired by Klimt's work, but it's one of my favourites hence why I included it here lol! I love how Klimt combines realistically painted portraits with flat coloured backgrounds and patterns, the contrast is just so interesting to look at and is definitely something I use quite regularly in my own work.

Edvard Munch's The Kiss (1897) -> Destiel amalgamation traditional mixed media artwork (2021)

I was also inspired by a few other artworks but the pose is definitely based on Munch's work! I just love how the faces blend into each other that it almost becomes abstract, but is somehow still recognisable as a kiss!

Francis Bacon's 1972 Triptych -> Kaisoo painting (2015)

This is definitely one of the times my inspiration was more based on the ~vibes~ of the artist rather than anything in particular about one specific work lol! (so much so that I only know I based it on that particular triptych cos I wrote about it when I posted the artwork pfft...) Bacon's work isn't necessarily stuff I enjoy looking at (in fact it often makes me kinda uncomfortable), but I do like how expressive his work is!

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec's In Bed (1892) -> A study from the film Weekend (2023) (which I haven't actually released properly yet shh you'll have to wait until June for that lol)

I didn't actually initially plan to be an homage to this painting, but about halfway through me drawing it I realised it was reminding me of something lol! Henri's (yes we're on a first name basis cos I cba to write his long ass surname pfft) painting evokes such tenderness, a moment in time commemorated in paint, and it's that same emotion I hope my own work emulates!

Caravaggio's Young sick Bacchus (1593) -> Jimin holding some fruit and flowers lol (2017)

Not the only piece I've done inspired by Caravaggio (or baroque painters in general), but I'm still very proud of this piece, even if the proportions are terrible lol! The chiaroscuro of Caravaggio's work still makes me weep honestly! Plus, kinda weird, but I really love the way he paints grapes lol!

Goosebumps book cover (?? possibly 90s or 00s??) -> BBC Wreck fanart (2022)

I grew up with the Goosebumps books, and though I didn't have this particular publication, I remember absolutely loving the cover art! It's honestly kinda mad it's taken me this long to do an actual Goosebumps based work lol! Also the cheesy taglines are some of my favourite parts of the covers and I spent WAYYY too long trying to come up with my own pfft!

Gwen John's Young woman in a red shawl (1917) -> Luna f(x) fanart (2016)

I remember seeing John's work in Cardiff and just fell in love with her muted colours and rough brushstrokes! I don't think I necessarily echoed her work that well with my own (since it's a difficult technique to do in digital), but I still like it nonetheless lol

Lucian Freud's Guy Half Asleep (1981) -> Park Kyung Instant fanart (2018)

This was actually one of the first times I tried to make an artwork that was done digitally but actually looked like it was traditional! I'd honestly really like to do more work inspired by Freud's cos I love the lumpiness (technical term) of how he paints people! It almost feels like you could reach out and touch their skin when you see his work!

Remedios Varo's Triptych (1960) -> BTS Rapline triptych (2018)

I can't even remember where I saw her work first but I knew that I wanted to do something inspired by her work since I absolutely adored her use of colour and the stylism of her figures and backgrounds! I also really loved how her triptych acts as this journey through each piece, which is something I tried to recreate myself and that Rapline triptych is honestly still one of my favourite pieces I've ever done lol :')

Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper (1495) -> EXO 'last supper in hell' fanart (2019)

This is one where seeing it next to the inspiration is honestly hilarious lol! I was actually more inspired by the music video for Monster, which has a part in it paying homage to Da Vinci's Last Supper btw! I haven't really done much work based on Da Vinci, even though I really like his painting and drawing techniques!

And that's all (for now)! I know I will forever be inspired by artists and artworks of the past (and present) so maybe in a few years I'll do another one of these compilations lol!

#this isn't an art advice post... not really.. but idk where else to put it so #art advice #art history #artists on tumblr #digital art #art inspirations #fanart #not gonna tag all the artists cos we'll be here for years lol

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romeoeatzkorn · 8 months

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felt silly so-

Introduction Post! 2024 editon

Basic Info

Name: Romeo (or Roxx) Age: 15 Gender: Genderqueer + Non-Binary Birthday: Feb|16th|2009 Pronouns: they/he (just They/Them or He/Him works too) Sexuality: Butch Dyke Ethnicity: Scandinavian + Plains Cree Nationality: Canadian

My other socials

Facts about me;

Since I was born on the 16 in Feb, I'm an Aquarius

I am 5"8” and thus taller than John Leguizamo, my favourite actor

I love 2 headcanon characters I think r cool as Queer

I kin both Queen Barb (from trolls) and Roxie Richter (from Scott Pilgrim)

I like to call my favourite characters (who I hc as gay) faggots. IDK why

I hate tomatos

I'm possibly Autistic, but I definitely have ADHD

My dog is old and stupid (/j /lh)

sometimes I like to use Z instead of S, just to be silly

I love drag!!

I am very fond of musicals

DNI:

N$FW accounts

Cishets

AroAce deniers

Facist + Bigots

Z10n1sts and N@z1s

Wally x Julie and Wally x Eddie/Frank shippers

Pr0/C0mshippers

Butch/Masc/Stem haters we’re beefing

Femme4Femme only Lesbians all of my WLW/NMLNM content is Butch4Butch or Butch4Femme

LGB without the T supporters

Z00s and P3d0s

Zionists

Thin ice:

Oda defenders

Danganronpa fans

Montague’s 🖕🏼🖕🏼 /j

Cishet LGBTQ+ allies

MSPEC Lesbians idk how to feel about y’all

French People /j

Interact:

Queer/LGBTQ+ people

Butches, Mascs, and Studs

Sapphics and Lesbians

Juggalos and/or Juggalettes

Punks, Goths, Emos, and Anarchists

Furries + Therians

John Leguizamo fans

Neurodivergent folks

Artists any form

Fans of “Sorry Mom”

My fandoms:

ATHF (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

Metalocalypse

Welcome Home Puppet show

R+J (1996) any other version too

ASTV

TF2

SHH (Strange Hill High)

Warrior Cats

Frankenweenie

One Piece to some extent?

My Welcome Home AUs

Trad goth Wally + Juggalo Barnaby

Thriller AU (WH)

Highschool AU

17 AU

Boundaries:

I am comfortable with;

Being called a Dyke

Tagging me in art (this is heavily encouraged!! Please tag me in any sort of fan content, I’d love to see it!!)

Being referred to with masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms

Being called a creature/thing

DM-ing if we’re mutuals

Romantic or sexually suggestive comments directed at my OCs and AUs if the characters are 20 or older

Headcanoning my OCs/AUs if it doesn’t diverge from the canon too much

N$FW content being made of the Thriller!AU and the Trad goth!Wally + Juggalo!Barnaby AU

Saying KYS in a joking way (just please make it clear it is a joke)

Please ask/inform me, before;

Creating N$FW or heavily sexually suggestive content of my AUs + OCs

Making AI bots of my AUs + OCs (especially if they’re N$FW ones)

DM-ing me if we’re aren’t mutuals unless it’s for a reason other than to say hi

Bringing up sexually suggestive topics, unless I have already told you it is okay (specifically topics that aren’t too heavily explicit, like mentioning sex is okay but please do not go into heavy detail)

Making sexually explicit (like somewhat detailed descriptions of sexual acts) comments about my OCs

I am NOT comfortable with;

Sexually explicit comments/asks directed at me or my personas

Exclusively using She/her for me

Fetishizing/making fetishistic content of my characters

People using my legal name online (please only call me Roxx, Roxxi or Romeo)

Have a good day, Be gay Do crime

#intro post

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oh-tobeafrog · 2 years

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My thoughts on “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost in the context of Malevolent Part 26. The poem made me cry so I have to talk about it now

First of all: I believe this poem is about death, or at least it is about death within the context of Malevolent. The woods and snow symbolize death, while the narrator is remarking on the beauty of death and perhaps desiring to enter it, to die.

“Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.”

I believe the mentioned “he” is death and the fear of death, since he owns the woods that symbolize death. His residing within the village shows that the fear of death is found within community. As Arthur believed he had lost everyone he held dear when Kayne erased John’s memory, he began to stop fearing death. His isolation made him stop fearing death. (I think it’s noteworthy to say that Arthur has always somewhat been this way. After losing so many people, his lack of self-preservation instincts, as shown in his impulsivity and daring nature, show that perhaps he has always thought he deserved to die. However, I think this feeling was greatly amplified after he lost John, which sent him spiraling throughout the last season.)

“My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.”

The horse. Hear me out. I think the horse could be compared to John. In the poem, the horse doesn’t show fear at death; it simply gently questions why its rider has stopped by death, in between structures. (Perhaps the lack of structures shows that the speaker currently has no purpose, or nothing significant reminding him to hold onto life other than the horse.) Ever since Arthur got John back, John has been confused and frustrated, but loyal. There was a specific moment in Part 26 in which John says he doesn’t understand why Arthur is acting this way, but he will continue to guide Arthur in spite of his confusion. This reflects the horse’s confusion, yet its willingness to stay with the speaker. Additionally, the symbiotic nature of a horse and its rider could be compared to John and Arthur’s situation (shh don’t make it weird 💀). Also, the words “easy” and “downy” continue the positive or at least neutral connection to death, as again Arthur is viewing death as an escape/rightful punishment right now.

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.”

Yeah. This one really speaks for itself. Arthur believes that death is “lovely” because it is “dark and deep.” He not only believes that he deserves death, but he believes that death would be the easiest way out—it would certainly be easier than having to face himself. But, John reciting this poem to him shows that there is hope—there is a future. There is more to both of their lives. Arthur has “promises to keep” to John, to Faroe, and to himself. The repetition of the last line emphasizes it; there is a way forward, together, and a long way to go before death.

#malevolent #malevolent spoilers #malevolent 26 #malevolent podcast #arthur malevolent #john malevolent #suicide ideation cw

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octoagentmiles · 2 years

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Hi! I love your analysis posts! So, I have a question: What kind of music do you think the Octonauts (And any Octo agents you want to add) would listen to, and what are their favorite song?

merci beaucoup <33 I have very little actual musical "knowledge"; I just like specific songs that go beep bap boop a specific way, but I'll try my best here—and as for their favourite songs, I'll just name some songs that remind me of them, if that's okay 👍

Barnacles likes accordion of course, so he'd probably enjoy anything that incorporates it. I can see him liking most genres tbh, he's not super picky—but he definitely likes folk and classical, and he LOVES sea shanties—almost more than Kwazii 👀

Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf

Born For Greatness - Papa Roach

AND:

Leaving London

Lost

Ship In A Bottle

Abandon Ship* (*pretend it's Kwazii singing to him)

They're all from an album by Steffan Argus, and you need to listen to them in order because they tell a story, and the whole thing is so Him fr.

See also:

The Last Shanty - Derina Harvey Band

—for some Manitoba!Tweak vibes.

Dashi listens to nightcore. She also got Peso into it. Honestly I feel like the two of them are both into pretty much anything—Dashi has a preference for pop, and Peso definitely likes symphonies, ballads, and anything that's chill and lofi.

Dashi also listens to hard rock and heavy metal in her spare time, and it disorients the heck out of whoever witnesses it randomly come on in her shuffled playlists. However, the only type of music I can't see Peso liking, is really loud music; like rock or metal—so they're the exact same and polar opposites at the same time 😂

I ALSO always think of Dashi when I listen to Marina—no idea why lol—might be her accent 😅

I don't have many songs for either of em- but here's what I've got:

Peso:

Cold Cold Cold - Cage The Elephant

Anxiety Song - Human Petting Zoo

Dashi:

Right Hand Man - Something Rotten

Hermit The Frog - Marina. just vibes once again.

Inkling:

Dude exclusively listens to oldies, classics, and like,,, Beethoven probably, BUT! I feel like any one of the Octonauts could ask him to listen to anything and he would. He unironically enjoys Kwazii's music.

Octopus' Garden - The Beatles

Vegimals:

They all have ridiculously contrasting tastes; they all probably enjoy the same kind of music as their respective Octonaut counterparts—but aside from that, they mostly just make their own music so they can all be happy.

Get Back Up Again but SPECIFICALLY the version from Disney's Trolls. trust me on this.

(some) Agent songs under cut:

Calico Jack me beloved:

I headcanon that he wrote his own theme song, so he likes shanties for sure; but I feel like as the years went by and he grew as a person, his music and general interests toned down a lot—so now he's more into ballads, and very Lord Huron or Hozier-esque music.

(all the following songs are angsty but they also hit HARD ykwim?? aye 👀 /pos)

Never Love An Anchor - The Crane Wives

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

Problems - Mother Mother

Metaphor - The Crane Wives

Flight Of The Crows - Jhariah

(oh look a non-angsty song–)

That's Life - Frank Sinatra

Natquik my beloved²:

Barnacles 100% got his music taste from him, I cannot be told otherwise. That's all I have to say about him.

Constellations - The Oh Hellos

Snow - Ricky Montgomery

December - Ricky Montgomery

New Discovery - The Crane Wives

Runaway - Aurora

plus bonus:

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In - Will Wood

Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

—to satisfy my personal "I think Natquik deserves to go feral" needs.

Ranger Marsh my belov–:

Exclusively listens to folk and country, and actively refuses to branch out his horizons.

Cicada Days - Will Wood

Swarm Swamp Swim - Cosmo Sheldrake

Birdhouse In My Soul - They Might Be Giants

Tracker:

On one hand, I really like headcanoning that he likes to sing when he's alone—and is actually pretty good; but on the other hand... I think it'd be hilarious if he had unbelievably bland taste in terms of what he enjoys listening to 😂 He has no real preference, so he just lets whoever he's with control the radio. For their sake.

Hold It In - Jukebox The Ghost

I shall not/cannot explain why that song reminds me of him but it does so much-

and I don't have any more for him, RIP ✌️😔 I could probably find some easily if I looked, but I'm lazy ┐⁠(⁠‘⁠～⁠`⁠;⁠)⁠┌

Paani:

He has weird taste too; but unlike Tracker, he has the most alternative underground music taste you can imagine, and he WILL subject you to it. He eats bugs in a universe of talking bugs, and I think it'd be funny if all of his interests were on the same wavelength lmao. He's just a weirdo (affectionate).

Just like Tracker I probably could find more songs if I actually tried to look—but for now all I have is this:

Water Island - My Singing Monsters

I found it on tiktok and it's literally His Song™ ever fr.

#ask #octonauts #ps every song listed is in my playlist 👀👀👀#wink wink nudge nudge /j #i have so many more songs for each character it was kinda hard only picking a handful 😅😅#really exposing my music taste here ain't i #i will never let paani's bug thing go. they need to explain it one day 😭#until then i'm just gonna continue headcanoning him as a weirdo lmaoo xD #i feel like I've never said the word ''taste'' this many times before #well- ok actually i did make posts abt their favourite foods a while back-#but still hfdfhk it doesn't look like a word anymore 😂#anyways #golistentomyplaylistokbye- (/nf)#long post

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sobbingdistantnoises · 1 year

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I am a little confused about the ask game buttttt

i just found this and i can’t stop laughing

also do you have any weird stories you’d like to tell?

HELPPHDJSJAKKA, THAT'S AMAZING, hdjsjaj. Don't you just hate when your subconuous mind makes you build shelves? </3

BUT WEIRD STORIES, hm.

OKAY I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING. Basically, context: I've had the same history teacher and class for two years, and said teacher has taught at the school for since it was built. Therefore he was there for its whole history

What's also to note is that my course was a 2 year course with both freshmen and sophomores, and we had about 60 kids in the classroom. Therefore we needed a BIG classroom. The school didn't initially have classrooms big enough, so what they ended up doing was knocking a wall down between two small classrooms to form a big history classroom. However, because there used to be a wall in the middle of the classroom, there still needed to be a pole for integral structural support or whatever. Thus, my classroom had a 1x1 foot pole towards the front of it

Now (time), the teachers have put stuff on it, like Caravaggio paintings, some student's drawing of a theoretical mid evil (<- can't figure out how to spell it) kingdom ensignia (<- I should really use words I can spell) for my teacher, and Raphael's School of Athens. However, what my teacher told us last year is that that wasn't ALWAYS the case. Because several years back, some girl put a picture of some celebrity on it, then someone else did the same, etc etc. Basically, for a few years, it became known as the pole of hotness

However, for some reason, the hot people went away, and no one has added anything else to it.....UNTIL NOW.

You see, this year, I liked and became friends with the 3 people that sat at my table. So we hatched a PLAN ("plan") somewhere in the middle of the year to go and put someone on the pole of hotness "one day". However, then exams happened and we cried and forgot to do this until the second to last Thursday of school. Then forgot to do it until Friday morning, which was the last day of the normal school schedule and our last chance to pull it off

We all basically frantically tried to think of hot people that would be more or less universally known. Through a combination of none of us knowing universally known hot people or not wanting to confess to finding someone attractive, we settled on. Wait for it. Dante Alighieri's hat.

This is Dante ^ He was a mid evil Italian who wrote a long poem about going to hell with his friend Virgil (dead Roman poet) who he may or may not have either fatherzoned or had a celebrity crush on. Not sure if I'm honest. But either way, I don't recall his hat ever being important

STILL I managed to get a fixation on this hat. Let's go through a list of what I have done

Wrote "Dante Alighieri's dumb hat" in response to the question of the day, "what is your pet peeve". My friend drew him underneath, and my teacher pointed it out to the whole class and called it "the most humanities student thing ever" the next day

Wrote 6 pages of crossover crack fanfiction between Dante, his hat (which I named Lauren after the fact that laurel leaves exist and John Laurens (I didn't watch Hamilton by this point but I think I read a few fanfics)), and Paul Revere based on the idea that Lauren could talk for an assignment

(Not hat specific but) wrote about wanting to time travel to the moment Dante finished writing the Divine Comedy in order to appear as a divine being and scare him on my FINAL EXAM ESSAY (the whole essay was slightly unhinged in general but shh)

Added Dante's hat to a slideshow my friend's friends made called "chest hair history" in which they put a lot of shirtless people and shared with the history teachers at the end of the year (MY FULL NAME IS ALSO ON THIS THING. ON THE FIRST SLIDE) (unrelated but this whole slideshow is so dumb, there's Elon Musk, Michelangelo's David, Bruce Dickinson (I LATER FOUND OUT MY TEACHER IS AN IRON MAIDEN FAN, dying), Steven Adler, and one of Genghis Khan's grandchildren, among others)

And now we have come to the point at which a fifth point will be added. But first, my friends and I frantically panicked as we realized that I was afraid to ask my art teacher (who is actually so nice, 10/10 teacher, I just fear things) to use the printer but was the only one with a period where I could effectively do whatever since it was the last days of school

So instead, I spent 40 minutes drawing, and then it was time to go to history, equipped with a colored pencil'd notebook paper drawing of his hat

Putting it on the pole was simultaneously both simpler and more difficult that we assumed (we had no plan). My teacher talked at the start of class, we realized we had no tape, we schemed (panicked) and didn't know what to do. My teacher finished went away to his farther away desk. We decided to go steal some tape from the teacher's table that was ~two meters away from us. (ALSO NOTE. WE WERE NOT SLY. WE SAT AT THE FRONT OF THE ROOM, AND DANTE'S HAT IS BRIGHT RED.)

Tape acquired, we all looked at each other in our seats not knowing when to get up nor who will get up to put the paper on the wall. So impulsively, I took the paper, walked a few meters over to an emptier side of the pole, STUCK IT ON THERE, speedwalked back to my seat. And then the paper fell and I had to tape it again not a full 15 seconds later whilst the teacher had actually TURNED SO THAT I THINK I WAS IN VIEW while I did the deed, hfjsjaka. (And there was also a group of guys sitting right in front of the pole who looked at the new addition so ???ly, FJSJAJA)

And that is. the story of how I indirectly called some old dead guy's hat hot and subtly announced this to my history classroom for hopefully years to come (we shall see whether it's still up next year). I will also now pray that no one irl finds this post (I think at least one of the three friends has tumblr so. Fear.)

#asks #kk #dante alighieri

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peckforlovingheck · 1 year

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FLICKER FANKIDS THING

AUGH FUCK THISLL BE A PAIN IN THE ASS TO WRITE DOWN BUT

I have a bunch of them and a few without ref designs and I’m planning to make more so for now I’ll probably make doodles of them but here’s the rundown of the names and whose kid they are

Maria Ribeiro - Dashawn and Thiago Irene Vasiliev - Rosalie and Nikolai Shea Cruz - Alab and Jamila Melati Tujang - Indah and Alicia October Zhao - Liling and Quinn Wren Briggs - Marley and Eduardo Owen Liam - Fayola and Adanna Jamie Soto - Seungho and Mateo Sylvie Garcia - John and Bailey Halley Raymond - Albert and Ally Castor Raymond - Albert and Ally

(Halley and Castor are twins)

in context of details, I don’t think I need to be as specific on some character’s sexualities (since a lot of them are under the bi umbrella) , but Owen is gay and Melati is a lesbian. Shea is also Ace. (AND WREN IS ENBY) (AND IRENE IS DEMIGIRL)

Shea and Maria are exes due to Shea’s parents finding out who Maria’s parents are (then Maria has an angst arc of finding out what happened)

Irene likes Melati but completely denies it. Which is strange too, bc Melati would reciprocate.

Wren, Owen, Sylvie, and Jamie were a friend group for a bit but Jamie kind of got popular and abandoned them for a while. Jamie doesn’t realize this and still sees himself as close to them.

Castor is hella gay for Owen (shh don’t tell)

AH SHIT I FORGOT HOW MANY BANDAGES WREN HAS DONT WORRY THEY JUST GET IMJURED A LOT AND ACTS LIKE THEY ARE TOUGH WHEN ITS REALLY FROM CATS AND SMALL FIGHTS I PROMISE THEY HAVE A GOOD HOME LIFE

Also *contemplates making the Raymond twins*

#flicker roblox #robloxflicker #Roblocflickerau

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theliterarywolf · 2 years

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I mean didn't Dahomey very much raid neighboring countries villages to sell. I mean not specifically to white people they also sold to other north African, middle eastern, and south Asian nations. Also they built up the connection between the protag and John Boyega when in history the king died well over a decade before the barely out of puberty soldier rose to her position. Also apparently she died on the first 10 minutes of the first battle with the English and French over their right to continue invading and enslaving their neighbors

Anon, shh-shh!!

You're bringing in the unfortunate historical context that Hollywood puts all their money on average audiences conveniently forgetting when it comes to things like this..!

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respondedinkind · 1 year

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~ Character Info Sheet

name: Khan Noonien Singh (Ka'anh originally, but no one knows shh secret lore drop more of that further down)

name meaning: Name meaning on earth (human origins): Khan, which is more popular as a surname, is a Turkish boy's name meaning "prince". Khan is a shorter form of Khagan, and was originally a historic title given to military chiefs and rulers. Noonien is of Chinese origin and means "gifted one", though it's unclear whether this is accurate or not. Singh is derived from the Sanskrit word सिंह (IAST: siṃha) meaning "lion", and is used in the sense "hero" or "eminent person" Ka'anh (home planet name version): The one who steps; always forward, never backward.

alias/es: John Harrison, created by Admiral Marcus in case he ever needed to transfer Khan to another place. The faked file about him exists, but has never been used.

ethnicity: Confidential information

one picture you like best of your chara:

three h/cs you've never told anyone:

Khan's name is actually spelled differently in his native language: It's Ka'anh, but pronounced very similar to the human version 'Khan'. As he'd been risen away from his family and grown up within a facility turning selective bred offspring into future soldiers, he's never gotten to know his surname; All he remembers is someone once speaking out his full name when he was very young still - said memory stuck with him and, once he'd arrived on earth after being found / captured by Marcus, he'd heard the names 'Noonien Singh' while watching the daily news report (which he was allowed to consume on a regular basis, to 'sharpen his intellect and offer him knowledge about the world'). Noonien Singh sounded eerily similar to what his childhood memory is made of, so he chose them to become his second- and surname. At the same time, he decided to change the spelling of his first name as well - as a symbolism for cutting ties to a society he's never wanting to return to without giving up his origins completely.

Khan has a massive sweet tooth - he loves everything sweet, including (hard-)candies, chocolate or baked items like pastries. He also enjoys the taste of savory & sweet mixed together, but despises the taste of bitterness.

Despite his extremely regulated, limited and purposeful upbringing (and him needing to become what he was always meant to be), without many chances for children like him to ever live a fulfilling, explorative life, Khan did figure out in his late teens that he's very much not hetersexual.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Watching. He loves to watch what happens around him; He watches people, vehicles, nature, the sky, everything. He takes in the sight and saves whatever seems interesting to him inside his mind, gaining both joy and knowledge while doing so.

Listening to music. He realized that some music can, somehow, connect to his emotions, in a way - there's no real 'genre' he's the most fond of, a track just has to 'hit the spot' for him. Sometimes he gets goosebumps from the sensation of listening to it or experiences intense feelings, even though he's unsure why that is.

He's not really actively doing it yet, but he's very much interested in dancing - it combines his love for music with the need to be active, to move his body and get rid of excess energy. Dancing for him is made of logic, rhythm, but also of colorful sounds and variable movements.

eight people your character likes / loves: Khan doesn't have specific people he likes or loves; He also didn't have the time to find any on earth or somewhere else yet after having been captured by Marcus. He sometimes thinks fondly of his mother, even though he's never gotten to know her - but a part of him believes that he can, somehow, remember a few syllables spoken by her voice. It doesn't make much sense, because he'd been an infant when he'd been taken away from her... but still, the (possibly made-up) memory of her comforts him.

Other than that, people he loves or likes are thread / verse dependent (so far, he's feeling very close to @sxbaist, and seems to form a friendship with @noblehcart's Liesel though it's still in the beginning stages. All other threads with other muses are also at the beginning stage so far, but I am looking forward to relationships being formed in them!)

two things your character regrets:

He knows he's never really had a choice, yet he regrets that he's followed his kind's orders to try and become an elite soldier with so much enthusiasm and willpower that he burned himself down in the process; He cannot blame himself, as the whole of his species has been brainwashed for thousands of years and guided by the same power-hungry government, but he does, to a certain extend. His only purpose in life was to become said soldier, there simply was no other purpose existing for him - yet even with how much he struggled, he sadly only realized after failing the last test that he simply was not meant to ever become one of them. Perhaps it would have been better for him to give up and die, and therefore spare himself the experience of all the things that haunt him to this day.

Perhaps a part of him also regrets having fled from his own planet; He'd wanted to escape, but then he's got captured by Marcus, ultimately leading him into a prison cell to become a guinea pig. Oh, if he'd only let himself get killed as the consequence of failing to become his purpose - he wouldn't be where he is now, still trying to fight against what seems to be a curse he carries like a burden on his shoulders. Perhaps his enthusiasm and will to fight has been the curse all along.

two phobias your character has:

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of either being forgotten or forgetting someone / something. He doesn't want either to happen; He's always trying to memorize everyone and everything, as he thinks that knowledge is one of the only powers he holds besides of what his body is capable of. Besides that, he fears that all his effort has been for absolutely nothing if he ceases to exist and no one will ever remember his existence in the first place - which is likely to happen, and he knows that much, yet it makes him feel incredibly uneasy.

Thalassophobia: A persistent and intense fear of deep bodies of water, such as the sea, oceans and lakes. His fear might consist of two parts: 1). The water itself, even though he's not necessarily afraid of its existence, but of the fact that it can suffocate him easily (memories of his past haunt him, with water having been used in his brutal training sessions to make him become better and successful in his tests), and 2). the depth of said bodies of water; Darkness surrounding him the further down he goes, no way for him to know what's around him or which dangers may lurk in the shadows, trying to eat him whole.

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noro-noro-noro · 2 years

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3 dreams!

1. lady i’m spectating causes problems in the pregnancy commune

2. mom’s new kitchen & then easter eggs from the future

3. it’s reigen’s fault i’m stuck in this base building game where if everybody except me if die in game the die in real life! not me though

1. part of my dream took place in a like post apocalyptic survival horror movie thing that was also a book. iknew at the end of the book the female lead got pregnant & found this one area in a big clearing in the woods with her companions, but it was ruled by this other pregnant lady who was like totally isnane but in the way where you didn't realize at first til one of the companions got in afight with her bf and found him impaled ass to head on a fallen log the next day. then the mai character wanted to escape the compound since she had visions of what her baby would be like - it would be great and powerful. no time to let the weird prefnancy cult dull her mind when she was lireeally carrying a demon. anyway she had visions of swttinf the area on fire, escaping on foot, avoiding the ??? & meeting up with another group who told her she'd probably die I n childbirth but she did not care.

anyway slight scene shift now I'm a person in that cult it's my life so I don't question it. I'm there with a female friend. every day we do the same task without fail I walk to the north sise area. I saw a girl I knew in highschool that does a lot of cosplay now dressed as vocaloid Luka for "interview a waifu in TV day". anyway some guynthat was following me & seemed like he wanted to be my friend but he was being weird about it..he asked if he could use my last name on the paper version of the test instead of his own & is was like no??? no way. and he became grumpy and standoffish.

later everything exploded and we were under fucking attack. there were these three headed angel things from the sky about the size of large dogs there was the dark magenta vortex woman standing behind me shredding the skin off my back there was a dark purple rree similar to the one lobcoro one that wasclalinf people into irs range there were so many Angels. it went ok at first I was scalinf well & equipped into new drops when rhey happened, upgraded my other armor and weapons like in terraria. got the damaging harp weapon somehow. but the angel zombies kept spawning. the vortex woman grew larger. she said her mother always hoped for a son but she was stuck with this. everyone else died the blood on the ground was ankle deep I felt like there was a huge weight on my back from the strength of the vortex cutting through my armor and flesh and bone.

I finally conceded defeat when I saw no other survivors except for the creepy guy that had selected & told the vortex woman I'd walk into her peacefully if sheblwt me text my sister & friends that I loves them and tols them what happened. she was okay with it so I opened up discord and then woke up.

2. WAIT i remembered another part of this dream ooohhh it’s on the tip of my tongue ooooo okay. first i was in my mom’s house, but the layout was drastically different - instead of the stairs by the garabge there was a new kitchen area that had pots hanging from the ceiling at head height, and also a lot of price tags. my mom didn’t want to share the kitchen with my dad so she used this one. i was gonna take a shower in her bathroom since that one had just been renovated & i wanted to see it, btu i walked in & she was taking a nap & i was like oops!! shh. but she got up to make me a snack anyway. then when i was upstairs in a room that doesn’t exist, i recieved three plastic eggs from the yearr 2927 sent back here to me. i opened them. there were little plstic animals inside that you had to punch the pieces out of a plastic thing. the eggs were light yellow, light green, and pale pink. i remembered thinking that specifically. i don’t remember which had which, but the creatures inside were like the john cooney blue elephant, a large beetle, & one more thing....it was another large land creature. i put them together and then put them back in the eggs with the remnants of the plastic so they could eat it & grow stronger, like when snakes or whatever hatch and then eat the eggshell. when i came back they were palm sized and walking around. theey shared knowledge with me.

3. then it was like a 2D base building game. the premise started out that i was trapped ? in some area. it was controlled by reigen, who would start each day with a live broadcast on one of those shitty TVs they had in elementary school. we all hated him for not fucking letting us out of hre. anyway, base building, wave fighting, etc. people would show up & most of them were stardew valley sprites. some weren’t! it was pretty harsh. people would die permanently if i wasn’t careful. it was supposed to autosave also, but it wasn’t doing that properly & i didn’t realize that until later. anyway, it was going alright. i remember i had abigail, maru, sdv sam (recent arrival!), & harvey specifically, though there were probably more. i also got a pair of twins with like really dark skin & really light eyes on day 30. they left fire where they walked. my neighbor from real life showed up with his two daughters & demanded i execute the demon twins & i was like no i need them to man the turrets in the wasteland bro. and then he started fucking my whole shit up with a laser gun. he kept pulling out increasingly large guns as he was busting into my base until he was holding some kind of rocket laser blast thing tthat was larger tan his body & he absolutely just destroyed all my furniture & killed everyone i knew. the house was empty & collapsed. game over! this part was where i found out the autosave wasn’tw orking properly, and even though i reloaded day 30 half the house was still missing & everyone was like when you revive someome from a corpse badly. this was scary to me obviously. also it was 3d now.

anyway as we were reloading the day i remembered there was a random band event that came through the garage and like played us a little song and then left, and i saw 1 of the band members walk past reigen during his daily stream. i realized where he was. there was a fake wall in the garage, but i tore it down with my bare hands & saw him & everyboyd outside was scared. it was like a truman show incident. the queen of england as a woman in her 40s was there. there was also a portable guillotine. i coulldn’t figure out how to unfold it without hurting myself. nobody really knew wht to do with me now that i was out. then i woke up again

#dreams

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secretkryptoniteangel · 6 months

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explain the homestuck lore with only one word

okay this is gonna be easy, filter the entirely of homestuck into a single word that encompasses the main themes of the story. This is what you've been training for your entire life, this is what five full reads of the comic have been working up to. I haven't read it in a while, but i still understand it, let's make this HAPPEN

"Loops"

This is because one of the major factors of the comic is the various timeloops that are created or experienced by certain characters. These form a major basis of the plot, understanding them and how to manage them. As well as this there are pivitol moments which "reset" their session, which essentially disposes of their current universe and starts it from scratch.

Another meaning of loops can be derived as loops that characters themselves are stuck in, the toxic ideals they perpetuate, such as the violence and social hierarchy of trolls, and how alcoholism was recurring in the Lalonde family. The main antagonist and the trolls entry became that of an Ouroboros, a snake eating it's own tail.

Loops as in Homestuck is in universe running on a pair of discs (and an expansion cartidge but shh)

Loops as in the main antagonist thinks loops, or more specifically circles, are bullshit and cannot actually be achieved, seen this his artistic endeavours.

Loops as in when the alpha kids are introduced, the story's style and pacing goes back to how it started, with Jane in her room on her birthday[Citation needed] fucking around with her sylladex with baked goods all around the house.

Loops as in the in universe entertainment, or rather the webcomics they read, are self referential. John reads the midnight crew, who in turn read Homestuck itself.

Loops as in how the story structure itself eventually becomes recursive, with act act act's.

Loops as in how Andrew Hussie likely ate a bowl of cheerios at some point, you can't prove they didn't

Likely a few more, but to understand those, there's a comic you'd need to read

#ask

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Ask game: The Locked Tomb

thanks for asking and sorry in advance. this is so 'it depends' >_<

my favorite female character

Gonna be pretty boring with this one but Harrow. She's got some many layers of denial going on there (okay tbf so do a lot of the characters but shh) but she knows what she's good at and her particular mix of pride and bluffing is so fun. and it's neat how her psychosis interacts with those traits (thinking specifically of her interactions with Ortus in htn in terms of using him as a measure of what's real whilst not letting on to anyone else her 'weakness')

my favorite male character

Palamedes. I will admit there are probably more layers to John Gaius than Pal overall in terms of the whole... dubious ethics in STEM deal, but personality-wise I definitely prefer Pal to John

my favorite book/season/etc

Harrow the Ninth. I like the unreality vibes and non-linear timeline. It reminds me of fic in a good way. The sense of humour in htn also leans the closest to my own sense of humour (aka, whenever it highlights the absurdity of situations) though I will admit the memes take a knock to my personal rating. Harrow narration and humour also focuses a lot more on what interests me personally than Gideon or Nona. (Also, nothing else has been able to replicate the rush I got in htn when we got [redacted] POV. And that could only be pulled off by holding off for so long)

my favorite ship

Locked Tomb has a specific blend of the platonic and romantic which makes it kinda hard to choose any one as a ship more than a dynamic to study? Like, Griddlehark I probably like more as a concept than what's on paper. Ianthe/Harrow is intriguing but ultimately not endgame for either party and both of them are well aware of that. G1deon/Wake/Pyrrha is almost entirely told in implications, same with Mercymorn/John/Augustus (we do get to see more of them in action but we're missing so much about their past it's like looking at an incomplete jigsaw puzzle). Then there's whatever's going on with devotion and miscommunication with both campal and the tridentarii where they're so codependent but have such wildly different approaches (and in the case of the tridentarii, they're working at complete cross purposes with each other without even seeming to realise it)

uhhh tldr; I'm not sure I can decide on a favourite dynamic never mind a favourite ship. I'm partial to the 'playing house' 'family' in nona though because it never could have lasted. it may not have been 'real', but they scraped out some brief happiness for themselves in the time they had

a character I’d die defending

uh, none of them. I can like them all plenty, but their flaws are generally what make them interesting and I'm not connected enough to the fandom to have been subject to all the worst takes yet

a character I just can’t sympathize with

John Gaius. I can understand theoretically how he was essentially radicalised and has had millennia to convince himself his self-justification and recollection of events places him "in the right". And it's clear that the amount of effort he puts into convincing himself and everyone else that he was right means that he recognises on some level just how much he chose to destroy in the pursuit of what he'd call "saving people". But at the same time, I don't ever see him showing any form of repentance. And, like, I know characters don't *need* redemption arcs etc etc, but like. He's had his descent arc now. It's done. I'm about as sympathetic to him as Yagami Light.

a character I grew to love

I can't choose here. The thing with this series is in the first book I didn't truly feel like I "knew" the characters beyond Gideon and somewhat Harrow. But then htn and ntn both returned to characters and provided so much more context to them that I know that whenever I get around to my reread gtn alone is going to kill me with its implications. Will give shout-outs to both Ianthe and Camilla though

my anti otp

More trainwreck fascination here, but John/Alecto is very... in a series of incredibly unhealthy relationships these two give the impression they're heads and shoulders above the rest in toxicity (which is saying something considering the dios apates). I want to know more.

#the locked tomb spoilers #<- to be safe #asks #ask meme

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all813814 · 2 years

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How To Choose & Work On A Song

This article will outline each step in your song work, from choosing a song to performance day!

Step 1: Choose a song that fits your voice (and consider changing keys if it's too high or low)

The easiest way to choose songs is to first determine your vocal range, and then choose songs from singers with a similar range.

Once you’ve found a singer whose range and tone aresimilar to yours, make a note and consider singing more of their songs! These singers can serve as “tonal models” for you to learn from.

If you’ve chosen a song by a singer with a different voice type, you may need to change the key of the song. Changing the key will shift the range (the highest and lowest pitchesof the melody) by the number of semitones you’re moving away from the original key.

It’s important to note: you need to consider range AND registration of the song. For example, you may be able to sing a C5, but can you belt it (if that’s what the song requires)? I encourage you to put the song in your most comfortable key while you work on stretching your range and building strength within each register. If the song is just slightly out of reach, feel free to stick with the original key and stretch into it!

Step 2: Learn the melody by rote

Learning by rote means you listen and repeat what you hear. If you can find sheet music online (include “pdf” in your Google search to see if you can find a free version), I recommend using that, too. Even if you don’t read music, it’s very helpful to see the “shape” of the melody, including repeated pitches, small steps, and big leaps. The only thing a beginner needsto know is: a note that’s lower on the page is a lower pitch, and a note that’s higher on the page is a higher pitch.

If you cannot find sheet music online, print out the lyrics (or use a tablet if you can easily make notes). Take a few minutes to mark your breaths (spots where you can or need to breathe) and underline challenging sections. Once you’ve learned the melody, you’ll use that same lyrics sheet to make notes on style, vowel modifications, and more.

For easy, uncomplicated songs, simply listening and singing along may be sufficient! But for more challenging songs, consider following these steps:

1. Breathe through the song (exhale on a hiss or “shh” rather than singing)

2. Sing the melody on a lip trill, through a straw, or on another configuration that gently trains balanced breath support and cord closure

3. Sing the melody on an easy, relaxed syllable like MUM, BUHB, DOO, etc

Step 3: Troubleshoot

Now that you know the melody and have trained yourself to breathe in the right places and sing the correct pitches in a relaxed manner, it’s time to add the lyrics back in and troubleshoot. Ask yourself: what are the tricky spots in this song, and why are they tricky? It could be a large leap, a sustained note, a “high” note that feels scary or unstable, or lyrics that are difficult to sing and you’re not sure why.

It’s at this phase that we work on applying warmups to your specific song. Here’s a good formula to follow:

1. Determine the issue.

2. Think of a warmup syllable that helps you with that specific issue.

3. Sing the melody on that syllable and see if it’s easier. If not, try a different syllable (consonant/vowel combination).

4. Add the lyrics back in.

5. If necessary, modify vowels or consonants to make your job easier.

To build effective warmup syllables that will help you access the register and tone you’re going for, see below for consonant and vowel categories! These categories are outlined by voice teacher &author John Henny in “Teaching Contemporary Singing.”

Consonants

A) Hard consonants (use to correct breathy tone by providing secondary resistance): G -B -K -T -D -P

B) Medium (use for balanced resistance + airflow): M -N

C) Soft (use to correct squeezed/pressed/”locked up”sound by encouraging air flow and decreasing vocal fold resistance): Z -F -SH -H

Vowels

A) Narrow vowels (use for a lighter tone / more head voice): OO (as in cool) and EE (as in bee)

B) Medium vowels (use for a balanced / mixed voice sound): UH (as in cup) and ʊ (as in book)

C) Wide vowels (use for a heavier tone / more chest voice): EY (as in hey) and A (as in yeah)

Once you’ve trained on a helpful syllable -like HOO for light, head voice sections, or a BUHB for strong mixed voice -you can remove the “training wheels” and return to the lyrics. It’s very common for some vowel modification to take place at this step. For example, if you are trying the belt the word “be” in “Music of the Night”, you may find that the “b” is helpful, but the “e” vowel is causing you to strain or “flip” into head voice. In that case, you’d modify the “ee” vowel so it’s a little closer to a medium vowel (see above). Listen to Ramin Karimloo sing this song (“be” occurs just after 3:30 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBDxEHzidx0) and you’ll hear an example of vowel modification. He starts with a mix of “ih” and “ey”, and then lets the vowel close to a pure “ee” only at the very end of the note.

Of course, troubleshooting is a process of trial and error. But you can use the above categories to help you choose a helpful syllable AND modify your lyrics to make them easier to sing.

Step 4: Stylize

Singing well is about more than just singing the right notes. It’s about style, emotion,and making a song your own.

A good place to start is to analyze the style of both the original artist and singers who’ve covered the song you’re learning. Notice (and noteon your lyrics sheet) elements like:

-Phrasing

-Vocal fry

-Airy tone

-Glottal onset

-Falling off of pitches

-Vibrato usage

-Abrupt register shifts (ex: “pop flip” or “falsetto flip”)

-Vowel modifications

-Accent

-Runs

-Sliding or scooping up to pitches

Imitating different artists trainsyour ear and helps you discover new stylistic elements to have in your toolkit.

What Next

Now you’re ready to memorize (if you aren’t already) and polish your performance. Record yourself and listen back, making note of both likes and dislikes. Especially if you’re preparing for a performance or recording session, your goal is to establish the muscle memory so you can sing this song well every time, with or without an audience.

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