art-missy

[art-missy]

This is the worst timeline. (x)

[art-missy]

hey! I just wanted to say, I stumbled across your sally face x readers, and I really adore how you write Ash! You just write her sooo well~!

Oh thanks for the compliment ! It reassures me a little because I find her a bit hard to write ^^'

[art-missy]

i'm not ghosting you, i forgot i was real

[art-missy]

Being a photographer was having time manipulation abilities. You capture a moment and freeze it in time, then rewinded to it everytime you wanted to see that moment again. That was something you said often, everytime you took your camera, in fact.

Cheng Xiaoshi admired that. Admired you. And that was one of the reason why he wanted to be your model.

"You know very well that I don't photograph people," you said calmly, your lens focused on a bird.

Xiaoshi huffed and leaned next to you against the window. At the sudden movement the bird flew away. You sighed.

"Ah," he nervously scratched his cheek. "Sorry."

You said nothing, just lowering your camera off your face. Once more, Cheng Xiaoshi admired you. Your sharp eyes, your brows slightly furrowed in disappointment, your lips closed in a tight line in light annoyance. Xiaoshi loved admiring you.

"Since your model flew away, I can be its replacement !" he said with his signature enthusiasm, to which you deadpanned.

"I don't pho—"

"Yeah, I know. But I can be your first human model, right ?"

His eyes started to shine with eagerness and expectancy. You raised an eyebrow and sighed.

"More of a puppy than a human," you grumbled.

He pouted then huffed, crossing his arms.

"Come on ! Just one picture ?"

Sighing, you were about to put down your camera when he gently engulfed your hands with his to make you keep it.

"Why ?" you raised an eyebrow.

"I want to be your first time."

There they came again, these beautifully earnest eyes. You did want to freeze them in time, to keep them in case you needed to feel warm again. And his lips. Oh ! his lips. His pouty lips which were begging as much as his words. You wanted to rewind in time to admire them everytime you would get hungry.

"Fine," you said with a neutral tone.

Your tone was neutral, but your gaze was as warm as the day, making butterflies fly and flowers bloom in Cheng Xiaoshi's belly.

"Really ?" he asked with a smile.

Oh ! This smile. You also wanted to capture it.

"Yeah," you nodded. "I want to keep you close, where I can easily find you. Someone as fascinating as you has his place in my photo album."

And he blushed. Your first human model was blushing. Another moment you had to capture. And then a laugh. A beautifully honest laugh escaped his lips.

"Yay !" he cheered. "I'll finally be the center of your focus !"

Your eyes smiled at his words as you raised your camera to capture him by surprise.

Click !

"I was right. More of a puppy than a human."

Hearing your words, he looked at you in mocked offense, his eyes teasing.

"Hey !"

Click !

"But I must admit that you are a beautiful model," you said with a calm voice. "A very pleasant one to focus on."

And at your words, his face became flushed. Surprise, joy and something more burning erupted from his heart to fight on his face. Cheng Xiaoshi was at a loss for words.

Click !

[art-missy]

We'll slay them for you, grandpa

We all making grandpa cry btw

[art-missy]

Your date was lovely, the place cozy and the food delicious. The only ick was these eyes on you. Eyes that you fed with light and will to live. Eyes that currently were curious, cautious, suspicious, wary and a few were entertained.

You sighed. You shouldn't be surprised nor disappointed. You taught them how to raise tides, how to dance with infernos, how to glide on tornadoes, how to submit mountains. You taught them how to play with any type of energy within reach. Your children pitiful attempt at spying your date were met with unimpressed eyes. They were great wizards, even to your standards, but gods, they were awful spies.

"Here are your desserts."

Your eyes met with one of your numerous children's, Kakò. One of your most mischievous little one. The fake moustache they were wearing was holding for dear life, a true miracle that it didn't fall. As for the wig...let's not talk about the wig. At least, they had the confidence (or the delusion) to believe that their disguise was working. Kakò's mastery were in wind manipulations, not cosplay, and they were great at it despite only using it for pranks.

"Thank you !"

And your date, oblivious to this comical situation, was as lovely as ever. Even when your child almost dropped the dessert. Rare were the people who weren't impressed by your powers or your wealth. No, your date was genuine, a bright and warm aura emanating from their heart. Another sigh escaped you, and so was the reason of the presence of your children. Rare were the time you exited your manor, and one of the only time you did was the day your little ones were feeling curious about who you were interacting with.

Your eyes fell on someone behind your date who looked suspiciously like your son Millard. He was hiding behind a journal where comical holes were cut out. You would have never thought he would exit his greenhouse now that you offered him his new vivarium.

"I apologise. I must bore you."

Your eyes returned to your date, guilty. Your attention weren't it should be focused. Only this time, nobody was setting your kitchen on fire.

"Of course not !" you shook your head, as your spoon stopped playing with the dessert in front of you. "You're a lovely company. I just feel a bit crowded, here."

Said crowd winced at your targeted words, except for Alegria, your two years old who just squealed in joy on Millard's lap. Of course she would be with him. She was his emotional support menace.

"Oh !" the visage of your date lit up, flushed by your compliment. "There is a park nearby. We can have a walk. I heard it's great for digestion."

You nodded, impatient to exit this suddenly very family friendly restaurant.

"Sure."

And exit the restaurant you did. But according to the floral scent carried by a very magical breeze, your daughter Jasmin wasn't far. She probably was in a tree, being as discreet as ever. The only one who could actually spy.

As you walked and talked with your date, you recognised Ogun, one of your sons, sat behind a bush. You frowned. You remembered grounding him because of his casted arm. You silently prayed the gods for him to not accidentally set the bush on fire. The pollen might tickle his nose. Did he take his potion before going out ?

"I couldn't help but notice something," your date suddenly stopped in their track. "You have a lot of wingmen and wingwomen."

Ah. So they did notice.

"My sincerest apologies," you said, genuine and a bit exasperated by your family. "My children tend to be a bit...curious."

Surprise lit in their eyes as they blinked at your words.

"Children ? That many ?" they repeated before their lovemy laugh echoed in the park. "They must love you so dearly to be that protective of you !"

"Protective ?"

"Yes. You do love them, right ?"

"With all my being," you said without hesitation. "We might not be the same blood, but they're all mine without exception."

"And they do love you too. Hence the protectiveness. They want to see who's interested in their guardian," they took your hand and your heart flustered. "Shall we report our date to a day when we would have more intimacy ?"

You sighed. Behind you, you heard Mitsuki emerging from the pond.

"I fear that's for the best," you nodded. "But I can't help but I couldn't help but noticed that you don't seem bothered by me having this many children."

They smiled. Another warm and brilliant smile.

"Of course not ! They're the proof that you have a heart. It makes you even more attractive."

When you bid your goodbyes, your date pressed a lovely kiss on your cheek, a promise of another occasion. You stayed motionless for a few second, flustered, before reality came back to you. You cleared your throat and started counting.

"Five, four, three, two..."

You children reunited right in front of you before you were done counting, all twenty six of them. You looked at them, a fond exasperation dancing in your eyes. They came from everywhere in the world but all of them lived in your heart. This bunch of menaces.

"You're supposed to be resting," you said to Ogun, taking Allegria from Millard's arms after she made grabbing hands in your direction. "Did you at least take your potion ?"

"Yep !" he said a bit too cheerfully. His smile faltered slightly when he saw your eyes narrowing. "Am I in trouble ?"

"Whatever !" said Jasmin, patting his back. "Your date past the test ! They're cool. We all approve of them !"

A murmur of approval animated your family. Allegria in your arms, applauded.

"We'll talk about this later," you sighed as you adjust your laughing toddler in your arms. "Let's go home. You are grounded. All of you. And Kakò, please, get rid of this wig."

You are a wizard, and many an unwanted child has landed on your manor doorstep—26, in fact. You named them, fed them, and taught them magic to be masters in their own right. Today, you went on your first date in years, but you’re starting to see an odd number of familiar faces sitting close by...

[art-missy]

if you see this post you’re legally obligated to reply to it with your current favorite song

[art-missy]

Twenty one winters of existence and I've only heard of Over the Garden Wall yesterday. Once again, the universe had failed me.

[art-missy]

Sleeping with Sova was like sleeping with a big, warm, weighted blanket. His strong arms snaking around your waist, his warm breathing in your neck, his musky scent and the calm beating of his heart against your chest, you loved to play with his untied hair in these moments and he would let you do.

There was a time when you would have never thought Sova was the cuddly type in bed. When you first met him, he was that closed off but competent sentinel with a deadly aim. Then, when you started dating, he was that shy but sweet man who blushed everytime you two had physical contact. He also was the man who loved to take random pictures of you with that new camera you offered to him. And now, Sova was the man who loved to rest and find peace in your arms.

"Hard day ?" you murmured and he just hummed sleepily in return.

He nuzzled his nose against the skin of your throat and let out a long sigh.

"I'm not touching my bow for the rest of the week," he grumbled.

"Oh," you cooed, scratching gently his scalp. You had the satisfaction to feel him shivering. "It was that bad ? Did Cypher teased you again ?"

He let out a soft groan of annoyance. It seemed like you were right.

"He called me a loverboy."

"Where is the lie in that ?" you chuckled. "You're the most loving and caring partner I ever had."

Despite the fact that you couldn't see his face, you knew he was blushing and moved by your words. His arms held you a bit more tightly and you could see his ears turning pink. How adorable. You wanted to tease him more but you felt like he needed to relax first.

"Let's rest a little, okay," you said gently. "You deserve it. After your nice little nap, I'll make you an ice cream."

"Thank you, моя сова," he murmured, consciousness slowly escaping his grip.

*моя сова — moya sova = my owl

[art-missy]

hi!! I love your writing very much. I read some of your stories when times are hard and they never fail to make my day a little brighter. Keep it up, love your work ^_^

Glad my stories can brighten your days ! Thanks for your loving words, it really moved me ! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[art-missy]

Wait... The pornbots are actually back ? And they are promoting porn AI ?

[art-missy]

**slightly suggestive/light innuendoes**

Percival first met your poised self. The one that is calm and collected. The one with calm eyes. The one that is often unimpressed. The one that, even in the most dire situation, would raise an unimpressed eyebrow at the face of danger. With your calm then came your sarcasm and wit. A sharp tongue that could hurt like it could entertain that caught him off-guard more than once.

He then was presented to your soft contact. Caresses, soft words, shared laughters. Embraces, gentle kisses, loving hands holding, hands massaging shoulders in the workshop.

A nothing from you and Percival was flustered. A simple sign of attention from you and his heart started to gallop.

And then, Percival finally met your inebriated self. Your boldest and raunchy self. You were always honest, expressing your thoughts elegantly when you believed them relevant or useful. But when alcohol hit your brain, your intrusive thoughts would raise from the bottom of your mind to slide on your tongue. Your usually so calm eyes turned fiery and more determined. Of course, your attention would often be on Percival. And unfortunately for his poor heart, the inn you were staying in had an undecent amount of good alcohol.

"I will defy nature," you murmured into his ear. "I will get you pregnant."

The poor gunslinger was now redder than a field of poppies. You barely cared if people were around you, you were drinking on his reaction. He took your cup of alcohol and pushed it away from you, looking around to make sure nobody else heard. You were usually more discreet when flirting with him, more subtle. It seemed like your subtlety had been knocked out by your drink.

"I think it would be wiser for you to have some water," he cleared his throat. "And some sleep."

You stared at him, your eyes heavy lidded but oh so intense.

"Water, huh ?" you chuckled lowly and Percival felt his knees weakening significantly. "Hydrate me, then, Percy."

A squeaking noise escaped his throat as he looked around again in panic. The rest of the party looked too drunk to notice anything. Enough with the alcohol, you needed to rest. He then grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs, where the bedrooms were.

"Eager ?" you smiled as he fumbled while opening the door of your room. "Don't worry, me too. I would like to start with that tender-looking neck of yours. May I lick it ? May I bite it ? May I pin you down to bed and savour your delicious self ? While I caress every inch of your bo—"

He hurried to cover your mouth, completely flushed as he pushed you inside. And to his demise, you leaned in his touch, a pleased sigh escaping you.

"You need to drink water," Percival panted, suddenly out of air. "And sleep off in order to sober up properly."

"Hydrate me."

You pointed the water pitcher on the bedtable and sat down on the bed. As if your finger wasn't enough, you emphasized your point with your already very heavy gaze. So Percival complied —not without taking off his jacket first. The poor man was sweating.

Pitcher in hand, he sat down next to you.

"There's no glass," he said with a shaky tone.

"We don't need a glass," you purred as you scoot closer.

He gulped as he brought the neck of the pitcher to your lips, almost dropping it when he saw you licking them. Your eyes didn't leave him for one second. He felt hot. He felt like he was melting. The noises you made while swallowing wasn't helping. And that water drop. Oh, that water drop ! This drop that had the privilege to roll down from the corner of your temptive lips, to the curve of your sweet neck, to finally end inside your top. Percival had never felt so sinful in his life. His pant started to feel too constricted for his own good. He swore his blood started burning when you released that sigh once you were done drinking.

"Thanks, Percy," you panted. "It definitely taste better when it's you."

His name sounded so melodic coming from you. Your mouth was a wonderful instrument.

"Time for you to sleep," he said, trying to sound firm but failing.

You suddenly grabbed his shirt in your fists, pulled him closer and nuzzled your nose against his neck, letting yourself drown in his scent.

"I want you first."

Percival shook his head.

"You are too inebriated for us to do anything," he patted your shoulders then pushed you against the bed pillows. "And I respect you too much."

"Your respect for me gives you more flavour. I want you even more."

He shook his head again and stood up.

"I'll be in the room next door if you need anything. Goodnight."

You let out an enamoured —and way too lewd sigh to his ears.

"It's alright. I'll eat you once sober. Goodnight, Percy."

He exited your room in a rush. He needed a shower. An icy one.

[art-missy]

I would like to be productive and write or something but instead I'm off in daydream land.

[art-missy]

*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard

*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.

[art-missy]

"I like your arm. Can I have it ?"

Deadlock was barely awake when you, the new agent, had the audacity to ask her that question. It was your very first interaction with her and you chose to be annoying. She didn't have enough caffeine in her blood to bark at you, so she just graced you with an icy glare.

You just grinned at her in return. Her first impression of you was already bad. To her eyes, you were another annoying agent. Until she noticed things while on mission with you. You were always tinkering in the aircraft or in any place you could sit down. She saw you doing some amelioration on Raze's grenades and Cypher's tech stuffs. She even saw you giving Gekko's radivores armors. Not silly armors. The kind of armors described in sci-fi novels. For several missions, she saw the little creatures zooming on the field like menaces. Who knew they could be so efficient with guns ?

Another thing she noticed, you weren't as annoying as she thought you were. Most of the time, you were in your corner tinkering or reading, proposing your help when someone might need it or buffing the base's equipment when it needed ameliorations.

Deadlock also noticed the efficiency of your creations on the field. The amelioration you made on Brimstone and Tejo's equipment could be noticed by anyone.

"I need modifications on my arm."

She wasn't desperate, she was just a bit curious, which was odd even to herself. Your eyes didn't divert from your new tinkering project, —a gun maybe ?

"Sure," you nodded. "What are the modifications you need ?"

That easily ? No annoying questions ? Deadlock was surprised but was okay with how you worked. So she explained to you what she wanted modified on her bionic arm while watching you putting your new piece of work to the side and noting in a textbook her requests.

You worked quickly but with efficiency, Deadlock had to give you that. So naturally, she came more often commissioning you for her equipment. And before she could notice it herself, she ended up spending more time with you. You didn't have to talk. You would tinker, she would read. A quiet moment together.

In the end, you did end up with her arm and a bit more.

[art-missy]

I think every computer user needs to read this because holy fucking shit this is fucking horrible.

So Windows has a new feature incoming called Recall where your computer will first, monitor everything you do with screenshots every couple of seconds and "process that" with an AI.

Hey, errrr, fuck no? This isn't merely because AI is really energy intensive to the point that it causes environmental damage. This is because it's basically surveilling what you are doing on your fucking desktop.

This AI is not going to be on your desktop, like all AI, it's going to be done on another server, "in the cloud" to be precise, so all those data and screenshot? They're going to go off to Microsoft. Microsoft are going to be monitoring what you do on your own computer.

Now of course Microsoft are going to be all "oooh, it's okay, we'll keep your data safe". They won't. Let me just remind you that evidence given over from Facebook has been used to prosecute a mother and daughter for an "illegal abortion", Microsoft will likely do the same.

And before someone goes "durrr, nuthin' to fear, nuthin to hide", let me remind you that you can be doing completely legal and righteous acts and still have the police on your arse. Are you an activist? Don't even need to be a hackivist, you can just be very vocal about something concerning and have the fucking police on your arse. They did this with environmental protesters in the UK. The culture war against transgender people looks likely to be heading in a direction wherein people looking for information on transgender people or help transitioning will be tracked down too. You have plenty to hide from the government, including your opinions and ideas.

Again, look into backing up your shit and switching to Linux Mint or Ubuntu to get away from Microsoft doing this shit.

[art-missy]

"Your lack of trust in me is quite hurtful."

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic complaint. He didn't even try to hide his amusement. The very first time you met Liu Xiao, you thought he was some himbo trying to get as much attention as he could. Now, you thought that he was some gremlin mastermind trying to annoy you as much as he could and feed on the entertainment that your demise would procure him. And it started by often showing up unannounced in your home. You never gave him a key. He would just happen to spawn in your living room.

"Would you even call yourself trustworthy ?" you huffed with wit.

His smiled widened and so was your grimace.

"That's what I love about you," he chuckled. "You're straightforward."

"And you're a cunning shithead," You groaned in clear annoyance. "See ? We're unmatched. Leave me alone, now."

But all he did was getting more comfortable on your couch while laughing.

Why weren't you calling the police ? After all, he just kept popping in your home out of nowhere. Well, you did once. And it didn't help. In fact, it did nothing. That's how you discovered that he was loaded. With time, you came to the conclusion that he wanted something from you that was more than entertainment. His eyes were not only mischievous, but also scrutinizing, studying and analysing you as if you were a lab rat, as if you were hiding something from him.

And you were.

There were no way you would tell him about your powers. But an inch was telling you that, not only he knew you were not as common as you wanted to act, but that he also was not a common guy —aside from being a rich ass. He knew nothing about your abilities, you knew nothing about his, and you wished for this situation to not change.

"You won't sit beside me ?" he asked.

"I'll have to disinfect the couch later," you tsked. "Might as well throw it away."

Liu Xiao put a dramatic hand on his chest in mock hurt.

"Ouch."

To your surprise, he then stood up and tried to take your hand. You took a cautious step back and felt a slight wave of surprise when you saw a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. His teasing smile dropping for an instant.

"You know, I sincerely wish we could be friends."

"I have standards in people I hang with," you scoffed. "One of them is to not spawn uninvited in my home."

A light chuckle escaped him, his eyes still scrutizing you, analysing you, as if he was expecting you to do something. You raised an eyebrow and point at the door.

"Out."

He smiled again but complied. You knew he would come back. You just didn't know when.

"I'll see you later."