#��but I don’t know how to properly draw characters from a top down angle. oh well

[hana-bobo-finch]

what a precious little guy. i hope nothing bad ever happens to him

[keelifallen]

uhm can i ask how you got so good at character likeness? as in how do u practise/what steps do you take?

Omg?! Thank you!!! I’m still asking other people for the same advice, I don’t know how I’m on the other side of this question.

My explanation might not answer ur question properly, or even be comprehensible but I’ll do my best

Learning about your subject is the best way to understand how to draw it. So here some thoughts on how to do that

Blur your eyes when looking at your reference. What things that pop out the most?

Study different angles of their face

What makes them unique to others?

Look at different expressions they make

Is there a way they usually present themselves?

It’s easier if you know how to draw anatomically correct, or even just believable characters. And by that, I don’t mean muscles and bones. I mean placement and perspective.

But everybody starts somewhere. If you don’t know how to do that it’s ok. I didn’t know jack squat when I started, and I’ve learned a lot since then.

For starters, everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, so what applies to me may not apply to you. Seeing as I don’t know where ur at, I can’t help you with specifics

how do i practice?

Answer: Honestly I don’t. Either that, or all my work is practice. If I’m not feeling super involved, but still want to draw I’ll do “warmups” but it’s just me doing low effort work.

what steps do I take?

I have good Pinterest algorithm, so when I like a character, their pictures will flood my feed. When I see an image that looks, for a lack of a better word “catchy” I’ll screenshot it.

It usually has a well defined light source shadows lines etc. and I don’t even have to draw it (I try to though) but even if I just look at it for a while, I can visually break it down to simple shapes/shadows.

That helps me to understand the picture for what it actually is, and not what I think it looks like. 5 times out of 10, I do end up drawing what I screenshot. But I don’t always post it. Sometimes it turns out bad, sometimes I just don’t feel like completing it. And that’s fine :) having fun is the best motivation to keep going, and getting better.

When I do post art, it can vary from a cartoonish line art, to ¿almost? Realistic. But in both situations I’m trying to simplify my subject into the most simple form.

This isn’t a great example but you get the idea

For my line art, I:

keep the shapes, basic, big and blocky. Just so I have an idea of where everything is. if things get too confusing, you can honestly just make a silhouette and go from there. REMEMBER TO KEEP IS SIMPLE, DO NOT GET CAUGHT IN THE DETAILS you can do that later

Once you’re done with the VERY LARGE SHAPES, then map out the features. Let it look ugly cuz heaven knows it will be. And that’s ok too. You just gotta get it down.

Then focus on perspective. Like if his head is facing right, the outside corner of his eye will look round instead of sharp. And in his nose will be touching/covering part of his eye

Then, lastly, and most importantly look at the shadows. Your lines on the line art will look heaviest where the shadow is the darkest 

And remember, the brain will fill in information, so just focus on the shadows. Look at kaz’s hair. I have a couple triangles to show the gaps. I hardly even touched the top. I only drew the bottom of his nose, but you know the whole nose is there

+Never underestimate the power of multiple references.

OH!!! I’m revising my previous statement, this is the most important rule. The non-conventional features are what make or break your character. Don’t try to avoid them, make them work with your subject.

If you don’t draw them, your style might turn out looking like the “anime” style new artist try to avoid.

And if your wanting to go more realistic there are no lines. The only way to tell anything apart is value.

Not saying this is realistic, but all the “lines” are actually just value contrasting between shadow and highlights. So generally the only things that should look dark have the most depth.

And then there’s the whole deal with expressions. They have a huge part to play in character likeness. If you know how a face functions, you can add so much nuance to your art. But I’m just starting to learn that so I can’t help you yet.

Any way GOOD LUCK!!!! GO FORTH AND DRAW

[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

pasta & posies

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: Logan, Virgil Rating: Teen & up  Relationships: Analogical Warnings: Language, food Word count: 1818

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My writing masterpost

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Summary: Virgil loves his husband, but he’s pretty darn sure today is not their anniversary. So why the flowers? 

Notes: Day 1 of Analogical Week 2021! @analogicalweek Takes place in my Starlight Universe, does not need context to read. 

Virgil had just set a pot of water to boil on the stove when he heard the front door unlock and Logan clearing his throat as he stepped in, just like he did every time he arrived home. Virgil was pretty sure Logan didn’t realize he did it; he had no plans of telling Logan, in case he tried to break the habit, because Virgil thought it was kind of ridiculously endearing and didn’t want him to stop. Then again, most things about Logan were that way, so maybe Virgil was just a sap.

“Hey, babe,” Virgil called. He glanced at the clock on the microwave; as usual, Logan was home from work right on time, practically down to the minute. Virgil appreciated the fact that Logan was a creature of habit more than he knew how to put into words. The familiarity of Logan’s routines was a regular source of comfort to him.

Logan appeared in the kitchen doorway, smiling, something green and purple in his hand that Virgil vaguely registered but didn’t focus on. “Hello, dear.” He set down his briefcase—and god, Virgil was never going to be over how hilariously on-point it was that Logan had a fucking briefcase, not now after seven months of marriage and probably not ever—and crossed the room to kiss Virgil hello, his free arm easily sliding around Virgil’s waist and holding him close as gently as he had the first time they’d kissed.

Logan lingered in the kiss for longer than usual, though it stayed soft and sweet. Not that Virgil was complaining about any of that. He wrapped his arms a little more securely around his husband’s neck, rising up on his toes so his head was at a more comfortable angle.

Logan smiled and broke away at last, only to tip his head down and press his forehead against Virgil’s.

“You good, L?” Virgil asked, half laughing, reaching up to caress Logan’s cheek.

Logan nodded, humming assent. “I love you,” he said simply. He stepped back. “These are for you.” He offered the thing he’d been holding, which turned out to be a bouquet of purple flowers.

“I—thanks?” Virgil accepted the flowers, blinking down at them. Had something happened to prompt this? “I love you too.”

Logan nodded, leaning in to kiss Virgil’s cheek. “How can I help with dinner?”

“Uh, can you chop… things?” Virgil said, still preoccupied with the flowers. Was today something specific? Had he forgotten something?

“Certainly.” Logan pulled out a cutting board and knife. “We’re having that pasta salad you like, correct?”

Virgil nodded. “Mmhm.” October sixteenth… there wasn’t anything special on October sixteenth, right? Right?

Logan rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out cherry tomatoes and a bell pepper and the second half of a can of olives. The olives were stored in a reusable container, because Logan had casually rattled off the health risks of leaving food in open cans the first time he’d seen Virgil do it, and the next weekend Virgil had dragged him to the nearest slightly pretentious suburban outlet mall to buy a whole kitchen’s worth of storage containers.

Logan rinsed the tomatoes in a small colander and glanced over at Virgil, who was still standing in the middle of the kitchen staring at the flowers in his hands, mind racing. (Virgil couldn’t think of anything he was forgetting about today, but then, that was the thing about forgetting, wasn’t it?)

“I do not believe we own any vases, which I should have thought of; I’m sorry—but I think we have some jars on the top shelf that we could put those in,” Logan said. He reached up with one hand to the shelf in question and pulled down a jar, proffering it.

“Sure thing,” Virgil agreed, accepting the jar, in the back of his mind appreciating that Logan had clearly assessed his distress and tried to help, even if he’d misread what the actual problem Virgil was having was. “Cool cool. Cool cool cool. Um.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, set down the colander in the sink, and turned to give Virgil his full attention. “Is something wrong, dearest?” he asked, bringing the unspoken out into the open.

Virgil chewed on the inside of his cheek for only a beat. “Uh, how come you got me these?”

“The color reminded me of you,” Logan said, and Virgil began to relax. “And I believe flowers are considered a traditional anniversary gift,” he added, and Virgil panicked again.

Anniversary? It wasn’t their anniversary, right? Right? No, it definitely wasn’t. So what on earth was Logan talking about?

But Logan seemed to think this was all the explanation that was needed, turning back to the counter and beginning to slice the tomatoes in halves.

Virgil bit his lip and set the flowers down on the table so his hands were free to fill the jar with water. He set that down, too, and went to the cupboard to pull out a large bowl for the dinner to go in; he set it down on the counter beside Logan.

“Thank you, dear,” Logan said absently, transferring the small pile of tomato halves he had already accumulated into the bowl.

“Mmhm,” Virgil mumbled, heading back to the table and beginning to arrange the flowers in the jar. He had to snip quite a bit off of the long stems in order for them to sit properly in the jar, but after some shuffling, they didn’t look too bad at all.

Logan had gotten started on the bell pepper by now, and the pot on the stove had steam leaking from beneath the lid, hinting at the boiling water inside. Virgil pulled out the bag of dry pasta and the salt and began adding them to the pot.

“Hey, Lo?” he said cautiously, stirring the pasta in the pot.

“Yes, dearest?” Logan didn’t look up from the pepper he was dicing.

“Our anniversary—our wedding anniversary—is March 25. Right?” Virgil reached up and set a timer for the pasta on the microwave. They had been married at sunset in the garden outside the museum that they went to on their first date. Virgil had worn a black suit with a blue vest and tie, and elaborate black eyeliner reminiscent of a masquerade mask filled in with blue and purple eyeshadow, and Logan had worn a white suit with a purple shirt and bowtie.

“Yes, dear,” Logan agreed.

Virgil held back a sigh of relief that he hadn’t somehow totally misremembered. “And our boyfriends anniversary is December 6.” He had been the one to ask, nearly five years ago now. He had no idea he’d gotten the words out, sitting at a tiny table in the coffeeshop and holding hands across it as their third date drew to a close, but he’d somehow stammered out the question, and Logan had lit up and nodded so hard his glasses had slipped down his nose and nearly off his face before Virgil reached out and caught them.

“Yes.” Logan smiled to himself.

“And our first date was on November 13, and we got engaged on September 30. Yeah?”

Logan nodded. “All of that is correct. What—?”

Virgil sucked in a breath. “Okay, so this is probably totally stupid and obvious and I should know it already—”

“No, hey—” Logan began to protest.

Virgil forged on anyway. “—but what the fuck is it the anniversary of today?”

Logan blinked. “Oh.” He set down the knife beside the now fully chopped pepper.

Virgil cringed. “I know, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—”

“No!” Logan interrupted. “No. I’m sorry for making you anxious, dear. I forgot. I don’t think I ever told you.”

That… was unexpected, and Virgil couldn’t quite figure out what it meant. “Uh. Never told me what?”

Logan glanced away, looking flustered. “I—well.” He looked back and reached over for Virgil’s hand, squeezing gently. “Five years ago today, I realized I loved you.”

All Virgil could do was stare for a moment, his chest filled with something achingly sweet at the sight of Logan’s earnest face, dark brown eyes searching Virgil’s as he clasped his hand reassuringly.

“Oh,” Virgil choked out, reaching for Logan’s other hand and squeezing back, feeling a smile stretch across his face. “Yeah?” He reached up, taking one of Logan’s hands with him, and caressed his husband’s cheek.

Logan glanced away again for a second, biting his lip, then brought his gaze back to Virgil’s. “Yes. I—I wrote it down. In my Notes app. And this year I set a reminder for it on my phone.”

Virgil let out a tiny laugh. “You did?”

“I did.” Logan nodded, a smile creeping onto his own face. “It was important.”

“You are such a nerd,” Virgil said, his voice shaking with emotion. He moved forward until the toes of his purple converse almost bumped into Logan’s plain black work shoes and reached up to wrap his arms around Logan’s neck. “I love you so much.”

Logan wrapped an arm easily around Virgil and cradled Virgil’s cheek in his other hand. “I love you too,” he murmured, his expression soft and tender and open and just for Virgil and perfect.

Virgil leaned up and kissed him, cupping the back of Logan’s head in both his hands and drawing him in closer as Logan kissed back, marveling yet again over the fact that Logan was his husband and he had somehow gotten lucky enough that this was the everyday they were creating together, this was the thing that was going to be ordinary for the rest of his life, and he was pretty sure he would never get enough of Logan and his thoughtfulness and the way he worked so hard to be vulnerable with Virgil and the way he kissed Virgil and his curiosity and passion for learning new things and everything about him, he was Virgil’s favorite everything and Virgil loved him so much—

The timer on the microwave went off, startling them both.

Logan was the first to start laughing, and that set Virgil off, pressing his face into Logan’s shoulder and giggling helplessly as Logan reached over to turn off the timer and then the stove, his other arm still holding Virgil close.

Virgil collected himself, gasping in a breath and forcing the laughter back into a fond grin. He pressed another, quicker, kiss to Logan’s mouth, then pulled away and reached for the potholders so he could drain the cooked pasta.

As Virgil set the now-empty pot back down on the stove, Logan touched his elbow to get his attention.

“Hm?” Virgil said, turning to face him.

“You are a wonder,” Logan breathed, pulling him close again and simply hugging him.

Virgil grinned, reaching up to touch Logan’s cheek and gazing into his eyes.

He had picked a pretty good person to build forever with.

[sanghyukstattoos]

Round one

Characters: Kang Chani x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Smut (unprotected sex, blowjob, masturbation, feeling attracted looking at an innocent- looking Chani in the morning (innocence kink?))

Words: 1259

Summary: The sun shining through the curtains may not leave much light in the room but it’s enough for you to make out the outline of Chani sleeping next to you, his graceful features stunning you, not helping your arousal in the slightest.

A/N: Tbh, I feel like a 'cold front' is quite subjective because if you look at someone with a rbf (that a lot of people tend to have) you would assume that they have a 'cold front' instantly but getting to know them would assure you that they have warm personalities, a direct contrast to the 'cold front' and that's Chani to me. Plus, I agree with you, he looks like a really handsome man with a lot of secrets 😂😂 but then he smiles and I'm like, "oh~~ an open book". Yes 😂😂 he can get it and a corruption kink huh??

I love writing for this fandom and contributing to the fics and it makes me happy knowing that there are people out there who read and support all of fantasy’s writers! Thank you for this request, I wholeheartedly agree with you on the fact that Chani isn’t innocent and don’t forget to request more and tell me how you feel about this fic!!

His beauty-

A little while ago, you had woken up, the sound of the birds chirping and the sun glaring through the curtains alerting you to the warm, rising sun of the afternoon. You stretched your limbs, the ache in your back disappearing as your hand accidently hit the headboard. Quickly retracting your hand, you looked over to Chani who was still asleep adorning tousled hair, rosy pink cheeks as soft breaths fell from the even rises and falls of his chest. The lightness in his breaths gave his form a sense of peacefulness and you smiled at the sight, the light reflecting off his skin illuminating the clearness you were so used to seeing.

Having thrown off the covers somewhere during the night, his hoodie had ridden up exposing his toned stomach while his boxers hung low on his hips, having shifted while he turned in his sleep. You squeezed your legs together at the thought, looking back up at his face but you were tempted and so your fingers lightly traced his lower stomach, barely stopping at the boxers. Cautious, you couldn't decide whether you wanted to wake him up or not, having gotten verbal confirmation from him for waking him up for sex or having sex with him while he was asleep.

For both, you had to pull his boxers down anyways and so you did, peeking at him while you pulled them down, his cock bouncing and hitting his thigh now that it was exposed to the air of the room. Taking them off you stilled when he dug the heels of his feet along the bed sheets but a couple of seconds later he still hadn’t moved and so you climbed in between his legs, grabbing his cock in between your hands and stroking him gently. You were careful not to touch his legs and enveloping his cock with your mouth, the warmth hugged his length. Bobbing your head, you started from the tip and went down on him, using your other hand to stroke the rest that you weren't able to fit into your mouth. 

The pleasure he felt between his legs made him think that it was a dream but the hands pushing his thighs apart and holding down his hips told him otherwise. Incredibly tired, he felt unable to open his eyes which went completely against the desire to confront your assault on his cock. As heat rushed to his core, his cock springed to life, becoming fully erect and releasing precum into your mouth which you used to lube his cock. Pulling away from him, a string of saliva connected his cock and your lips as you glanced at him through your eyelashes. His eyebrows were furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as red dust coated his cheeks while a sheet of sweat covered his forehead, running into his hair. 

Hands fisted into the sheets, small whimpers fell from his lips, unable to trace the source of his pleasure and you continued swiping your tongue across his tip, occasionally pressing flat against the bulging vein that ran across his cock. Innocence was what he wore on his face but you knew that he was anything but, because if you were to push him down and ride him as he slept, he wouldn’t mind filling you with his cum, going for round two merely seconds later. Shedding your oversized t-shirt, you leant over opening the drawer and taking out a lube, squeezed the gel onto the tip of your fingers.

Falling forward on your hand as your other one penetrated your entrance, the squelching of your two fingers grew apparent in the room causing you to bite your lip as you held back your moans, the juices heavily coating your fingers that quickly slipped in and out of your cavern. Feeling yourself properly lubed, you slipped your fingers out and climbed on top of him, legs on either side of his waist, aligning his cock with your entrance and slipping him inside your hole. Gulping, you shifted his hoodie higher up his torso, taking in the absolutely glorious sight of his exposed, toned chest

Whimpers fell from your lips and he shifted, bending his legs at the knees and asking, "Baby, what's going on?" slurring his words. Aroused, he moaned as he saw his cock disappear into your hole, the juices coating him while your cheeks were red and flushed, hands fisting the sheets above his shoulders. You had paused at his words, staring into his eyes hoping he would understand and move inside of you. His cock twitched seeing you fuck yourself on his cock which filled your hole and sinking down caused your breasts to bounce due to the movement.

Realising what you wanted, he reached out, grasping your breast in one hand while the other guided your waist in circles, drawing out a heavy breath from the two of you. Leaning down, he swiped your nipple with his tongue briefly before laying back on the bed, jerking his hips into yours causing the tip of his cock to touch your womb, making your cry out at the sudden pleasure. You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock now as his fingers twirled your nub, the pain arousing you while the other kneaded the flesh of your ass, using it to push you further down on him.

You leant down completely, your nipples now rubbing against his chest as his cock entered you from a new angle, hitting you even deeper each time he thrusted into your pussy. He held the back of your head, hiding you in the crook of his neck and pecking your temple while he thrusted his hips upwards releasing cries from you due to his brutal pace. Shifting your position so that you were now above him, he rested on his elbows while he ploughed his cock into your pussy saying, "spread your legs baby, more". Holding the back of your thighs, you spread your legs, allowing him to slip in and out of you with ease and at a quicker pace.

Biting your lip, your breasts bounced with the movement and he connected your lips, the warmth of his mouth meeting with yours, your tongues swirling around one another. Heavy breaths and moans filled the room as you moaned against his mouth which left to nip and lick the canvas of your neck. Throwing your head back into the pillow, you allowed him more access, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as he sucked into your skin which grew pink, slowly turning into a darker shade. Clenching around his cock, you released your juices coating his member that was still thrusting into you. Continuing his pace, he stroked your hair comforting you when he heard you cry out at the overstimulation. Grasping his biceps, he came in to you, letting out a moan as his cum painted your walls and filled your hole, slowing down.

You whimpered and he winced as he slipped out of you, the juices flowing out of your entrance and covering your inner thighs. He laid next you, pulling you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you and bringing your leg over his waist. You snuggled into him and rubbed his back causing a smile to light up his face. ‘’Let’s go’’ he whispered and you raised your eyebrows asking, ‘’Where to?’’. Getting up, he grabbed your hand in his pulling you to the bathroom as realisation dawned on you, rushing past him into the bathroom. Seeing you speedily walk past him made him wonder what you were up to but softened even more upon seeing you sat down and waiting for him to enter as the water became warm. 

[gofancyninjaworld]

watching ONE write women

One of the joys of following a writer for a while is that you get to follow how their ideas develop.   One of the things that ONE brought up in an interview (annoyingly I’ve lost the link) was that he didn’t think that he wrote women particularly well. 

I was thinking about that.  When ONE says that, what comes across to me is that he has no problem writing a female character as an individual rather than a role.  All the girls and women he’s written so far have their own voices, own their problems, and have something to do within the story that would be noticeable if they weren’t there.  Quite frankly, that alone is over and above what various tests of representation (such as the Bechdel test) ask for.  

What he’s not so good at is appreciating what being female brings to a character’s experiences and outlook.  But he’s not just left it at that.  More on what he’s been doing in a bit (and under the cut).

“...the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges...” -- Anatole France

With his sharp eye and talent for exploring the implications of whatever he posits, ONE has brought up some issues are not inherently gendered, but usually are. 

A: Childcare

Metal Bat appears to be the main, if not sole, carer for Zenko.  How it affects him is fascinating.  He’s one of the longest-serving heroes in the Hero Association, being there before Class S was formed, literally within the first six months of its establishment.  He’s been extremely loyal and is highly trusted by the HA -- they put Narinki’s life into his hands without fear.  His battle strength is literally praised to the heavens.

Metal Bat makes Zenko a priority, structuring his availability around her school schedule and being present in her life. He gets very angry if these times are threatened without overwhelmingly good cause.  His reward is to be perceived by the Hero Association as less committed and so they under-recognise him in terms of ranking, and since rank and pay are linked, under-pay him as well.  It’s a story all too many women can relate to.  But that’s not all.

Because ONE writes so simply yet conscientiously, something else comes up and has a peek: intersectionality. It’s the concept that we often have multiple social disadvantages that interact and compound our problems.  The first is sexism.  Regardless of whatever childcare policy the HA has, the sexist assumption that only women care (for the record: this is bullshit) makes it unlikely for them to ask Metal Bat.  Second, social capital. The fact that he’s Zenko’s sole carer means that he has low social capital, that informal network of people around you who can help out -- or tell you where to find help and what things to say in order to get that help. [Aside: this is why programmes to help people, unless they reach out aggressively, tend to disproportionately attract those who need it least.]  Metal Bat doesn’t have the knowledge.  The third is the challenge brought by his being a 17-year old boy.  He’s quick to perceive challenge as threat, and threat as something to be met by anger.  Witness him threatening to smash the HA headquarters if it turns out that he’s missed Zenko’s piano recital for nothing -- completely not useful to anything. [Another aside: the importance of learning to disambiguate emotions and do useful things with them even if it means being vulnerable as a part of growing up as a man is the whole point of Mob Psycho 100.]

What do the Neo Heroes do?  They ask Metal Bat if he wants help with childcare AND HE JUMPS SHIP PRONTO.  If that’s not an indictment of the Hero Association, I don’t know what is.

B: Emotional Labour

Saitama has been delegating more and more of the day-to-day work to Genos.  What started as an act of service to express his gratitude, respect and love for Saitama is increasingly turning into a second job for Genos.  It’s not just the cooking and cleaning and the shopping and the bailing Saitama out if he’s forgotten his wallet again, it’s also the worrying about Saitama, sometimes at inappropriate times.  Has he drunk enough water?  Has he clean clothes in good repair? What sales is he looking forward to? Have they been marked on the calendar?  It’s honestly not doing Genos any good, and it’s one of those things all too many frustrated wives and girlfriends can relate to.  This doing the practical and emotional work for another is not intrinsically gendered, but funny how often it breaks that way.

It’s not doing Saitama any good either.  He’s using this freed up time to fritter his life ever more aggressively away, playing games with King and finding pointless competitions to enter, all while complaining about feeling less and less connected to anything (if you don’t address the problem, it doesn’t get better, duh!).  Worse, he’s started to take that gift of service for granted, witness him airily telling King how he’ll just have Genos go clear up the mess of monsters he’s left outside the flat.  I was heartened to see what happened when Saitama went a little too far and asked Genos to go cook and instead of jumping up, Genos gave him the the evil eye and let the awkwardness hang there.  That was good -- there’s hope for this guy yet.

Speaking of Genos, he also over-functions for something else Saitama struggles with: advocating for himself.  He tends to have Genos be the ugly one so he doesn’t have to be.   You can see just how bad he is at self-advocacy when Forte and friends could invite themselves into Saitama’s house at will despite his protests -- and it stopped the instant Genos showed up.

In a sense, it’s not surprising that Genos can do that. When you’re differently-abled (and for once, this is not a euphemism) as he is, being able to clearly ask for what you want and need is life-and-death necessary. If Genos was shy about it, he’s long since had to discard that.  But!  Let me point to a nuance the story touches on.  How pushy you can be without being punished for it depends a lot on who you are, intersecting strongly with race, gender, social status, etc (remember my mentioning intersectionality before). What’s called assertive in a man is called bitchy or sharp-elbowed in a woman.  Even taking gender and race out of the equation, there’s still a noticeable difference in the way the world treats Saitama and Genos.  You don’t need to be Sigmund Freud to understand the way the short, ugly Dr. Kuseno sweats making sure that Genos positively radiates youth, beauty, wealth and power. That’s part of his right to ask and be taken seriously.  You can see how drastically different it is for Saitama, even from his middle school days.  Genos notices, and makes sure to leverage his social power for Saitama. 

What I love about these examples are that by not automatically heaving a woman into these characters’ roles, ONE’s brought a less frequently seen angle that illustrates the problems they deal with are not ‘womens’ issues per se but are rather inequities that disproportionately affect women -- which is at the heart of what feminists keep saying.  When you read Makai no Ossan, you can appreciate that ONE could have gone with female characters and done a great job, but his choosing not to has brought a very welcome dimension to the story.

Women proper

“I’m not like other girls”

Still, bit by bit, ONE has been working more women into his stories.  After his interview, the next thing he worked on was the single-volume sequel to Mob Psycho 100,  Reigen.  He took his challenge head-on by making the POV character Tome and putting her in an all-girls’ high school.

Throughout the story, we see Tome thinking of herself as special, better than her fellow classmates, whom she sees as vapid and shallow.  The denouement comes with Tome being humbled as she gets to know her classmates better and realises that  they pursue interests just as varied and weird as hers -- only they’re also practicing being socially adept on top of that.

It’s a gentle story, but it’s still a great side-swipe at self-internalised misogyny, the idea that it’s shameful to be like a ‘girl’ and it’s something to distance oneself from.   Fortunately, Tome can laugh at herself and grow up.

“Ha ha ha”

For a long time, the only (named) women we had in OPM were Tatsumaki and her younger sister Fubuki.   We’ve gotten more women both good and bad: in particular, it’s been very gratifying to find that one of the most dangerous, story-shaping villains in the story is Psykos.

In the webcomic, ONE’s pushed even further.  A recent Tweet featured him talking about how hard he finds it to draw women. And he’s added several.   No same-face for him!    I’ll talk about the new heroines he’s added, but first, let me draw your attentions to something most artists don’t realize they do: massively skew the gender distribution of crowds, even when it is incredibly illogical to do so.   With ONE, even drawing the crowds at the fair who gaggle at Amai Mask, he’s got a far more even balance of women and they’re not all young and pretty -- which is much more true-to-life.  He’s in the business of drawing people.

ONE has featured microaggressions before, particularly in the way Fubuki can have perfectly sound things to say and be totally ignored,  but he brings it properly to the fore with Suiko.  No one calls her incompetent, but the little put downs she gets when she puts herself forward for the hero test in lieu of her brother, oh they’re well-observed The look on her face just makes it.  I love the way she shut the recruiters up subsequently. 

  Let’s conclude this tour with a look at Webigaza’s lonely figure.  We have another mono-manically focused cyborg in the story.  Genos has been called a lot of things -- determined, obsessive even, but crazy? Never. Notice who it’s been reserved for instead.  It’s no slip of the tongue.

Wrapping Up

I’m of the impression that ONE really wants to try to capture as much of the human experience as he can in his stories, however whimsical or fantastical the stories themselves are.  I’m disarmed by his humility in accepting that he’ll never have the lived experience of half the world’s population but he sure as hell can put some effort into learning how to to writing well-realised, believable, female characters.  

I watch ONE’s continued development as a writer with interest.    

[my-funky-little-cowboy]

Cowboy Couture

Yeehawgust Day 11 Words: 1,585 Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Albert Mason Pairings: Implied Charthur Warnings: Fluff

This was part of an collab piece with @peacesentinel​ that we both kind of forgot about, but at least now it’s getting some light. You can find more of his work on his twitter

Arthur dropped the buck heavily next to Pearson’s wagon. He stared at it as he cleaned half dried blood off his hands, discarding the small rag before cracking his neck. 

“Good thing you dropped this off! I don’t think I could have, in good conscience, used the supplies we had left. Thank you, Arthur.” Pearson clapped him on the back before he dragged the carcass to the back of the wagon for dressing. 

Arthur sighed and returned to untack Ulysses, the sun slowly dipping beneath the horizon. He eyed the stew pot lazily simmering over the fire as he passed and decided to opt out, considering that the deer wouldn’t be properly butchered until morning. 

“Letter came for you.” Tilly caught him by the elbow as he passed.

“For me?” Arthur stopped, confused.

“From Saint Denis. Real fancy.” She cocked an eyebrow. “You got someone special out there we don’t know about?” 

“This old fool? Nah.” Arthur dismissed, but Tilly’s coy expression remained.

“It don’t look like that Mary girl’s handwriting, so who is it?” Arthur shot her a glare and she sighed, exasperated.  

“Fine," she pouted, "I left it on your table. It’s just so boring around here, Arthur. This looked exciting!” 

Arthur shook his head, “If it’s some secret admirer, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Tilly scoffed and waved him off dismissively before wandering over to the music that had started near the fire.

He quickly finished untacking Ulysses and headed to his tent, curiosity piqued despite himself. He picked up the letter, the handwriting unfamiliar, flipping it over in his hands a few times before gently sliding his knife along the fold to open it.

Mr. Morgan,

I hope this letter finds you well. I have gotten myself into a bind and I didn’t know who else I could turn to. I am in need of two able bodies for a project. I’m in St. Denis, ask for me around the Bastille. 

I hope to see you soon!

A. Mason 

“Ah, shit.” Arthur sat down on his cot. He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

What's Albert gotten himself into now? He promised to stay away from wildlife the last time they'd parted. He laid down on the cot, what's he gotten into that he’d send me a letter? Kneading his knuckle into his eye until he saw stars, he sighed. Saint Denis is the place to find out. Angling his hat over his face, he decided, the city's only about half a day’s ride. I'll swing by tomorrow with someone, just to check it out.  

                                                           ---⤱---

Arthur blinked the sleep from his eyes, the dull pinks of the rising sun blearily shining through the canvas ceiling. He stretched and stepped out of his tent, crossing over to the fire. Hosea adjusted the percolator near the flames before turning to face Arthur.

“Morning, Arthur.” 

He offered a little wave in response, grabbing an apple from the wagon and kneeling near the fire. 

“Coffee will be ready in a bit,” Hosea took a seat at the table, picking up the paper and thumbing through it. 

“I gotta check on a lead in Saint Denis later. You hear anything else that may be worth investigatin’?” He took a bite from the apple and Hosea lowered the paper.

“Saint Denis? What’d you find out that way?”

“Ain’t quite sure, but I was gonna bring Charles along.” He poured them both a cup of coffee.

“Bring me along where?” Charles rounded the wagon to join them, a can of peaches in his hand.

“T’check on a lead in Saint Denis.” Arthur tossed the apple core into the fire and stood up, taking a sip from his coffee. “Was just going to look for ya. Ride with me?”

“Don’t draw too much attention.” Hosea shook out the paper, returning to his reading as Charles nodded, already heading to the hitched horses. 

They rode south for a while, briefly stopping to water the horses at a small farm outside of Rhodes. Arthur pulled the letter out of his satchel, re-reading it. 

“So what is this lead?” Charles asked, his eyes flicking down to the letter in Arthur’s hands.

“Checkin’ up on a friend. Got this letter in the mail. Sounds like he may be in a bit of a situation and needs some help.” He held the letter up in a hand. 

“Old gang member?” Charles pressed, suddenly cautious.

“Nah, just a stranger I helped out a few times. A photographer. Wanted to take pictures of all of the untamed wilds of America, before civilization destroyed it. If I hadn’t come along, nature would have surely destroyed him first.” He shook his head, exhaling a laugh.

“You think he might be in trouble? Why?” 

“I ain’t sure, but he asked for help and it ain’t that far, so I thought I’d investigate.” He shrugged. 

“Why’d you need me?” Annoyance peppered Charles’ voice.

“He said he needed two people.” Arthur tucked the letter away, whistling for Ulysses and swinging himself up onto the saddle.

                                                          ---⤱---

They pushed the doors to the Bastille open and were greeted by the bartender and a handful of patrons looking up as they made their way to the bar. 

“What can I get for you fellas?” The bartender leaned against the counter.

“We’re lookin’ for someone.” Arthur said, “Was told to ask around here. He’s a photographer- Albert Mason, you know him?”

“Maybe I seen him around. Ya’ll bounty hunters or something? Can’t imagine that boy in any sort of trouble.”

“Not exactly- he sent a letter for us to ask ‘round here for him.” Arthur pulled said letter out of his satchel and put it down on the bar. The bartender eyed it lazily before turning his attention to another patron.

 “He rents a small apartment above the tailor. That’d be the best place to start. Ya’ll gonna order anything?” Arthur glanced at Charles, who shook his head.

“Nah, thank you kindly.” He dropped a couple coins onto the bar and they headed back out into the street.

                                                          ---⤱---

Albert opened the door, a huge smile making him practically glow as he recognized the familiar face.

“You came! I wasn’t sure the letter would reach you! Come in! Come in!” He waved them both inside. Charles looked at Arthur, who shrugged and followed Albert inside.

“'Course we came, you said you was in a bind. Everything okay?” Albert spun around, his face painted with confusion.

“Of course I’m okay, I’ll explain everything when we get to the studio. But first you both need to change.” 

“Change?” Charles interjected. Albert nodded and rummaged through some things on his desk before producing a couple brown paper packages.

“These might be a bit large.” He handed a package to each of them. Charles held up his hand.

“Change for what?” Charles’ tone was laced with apprehension and Albert furrowed his brow, confused.

“The photoshoot?”

“The what?” Arthur raised his eyebrows, “You said you was in a bind!” 

Albert turned red, realizing only now how his letter came across. He threw his hands up defensively before covering his mouth in embarrassment. 

“Oh! Oh no! I am so sorry. My letter.” He drew his hand across his face. “You...thought I was in danger...”

Arthur nodded, his lips pressed together in frustration.

“No, no, no, no. I got this photography job, on the recommendation of my acquaintance Algernon, to do a photoshoot for a catalogues new clothing line. It’s to be the first use of photographs in the Wheeler Rawson.”

Arthur exhaled slowly, his grip on the package tightening, frustrated more-so with himself for reading too much into the letter. Charles shook beside him and Arthur felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, fueling his anger. 

A masked chuckle broke the tension, both men turning toward the sound. Charles broke, letting out a chorus of raucous laughter. Arthur flushed, turning to face Albert; he sighed heavily and shook his head.

“Got anywhere with a bit’a privacy?”

                                                          ---⤱---

The studio was set up when they finished changing, Albert directing them on how and where to stand. The starched clothes dug into them, Lemoyne heat making it nearly unbearable to stand still, bright studio lights only making matters worse. Albert tittered about, posing them.

“Just like that, perfect, don’t mo-” Albert sighed from behind the camera. “Stop messing with your shirt.” Arthur pulled at the stiff collar, unbuttoning the top two before Albert swatted his hands away.

“Ain’t no one really gonna wear this shit.” He grumbled.

“I don’t know, that shirt suits you.” Charles quipped, scratching at his own shirt before tying his hair in a loose ponytail to cool down. Arthur scowled at him

Albert straightened out Arthur’s collar and stepped back surveying the shot. He leaned in and unfastened Charles’s top button and stepped back again. The boys discomfort grew as he continued to stare. He checked the viewfinder on the camera. Sweat trickled down Arthur’s forehead, before he could think he pulled his hat off and wiped the sweat away with his forearm, slicking back his hair with and replacing the hat firmly on his head.

“No, no hat.” Albert exclaimed from behind the camera. Arthur froze. 

“Give it to Charles.” Arthur plopped the hat onto Charles’ head, his hand hovering as he waited for Albert to respond. 

“Perfect.” Albert whispered. Arthur returned to his pose, glancing down to see Charles grin before he heard the soft click of the camera.

[oosteven-universe]

A Man Among Ye #1

A Man Among Ye #1 Top Cow Productions 2020 Written by Stephanie Phillips Illustrated by Craig Cermak Coloured by Brittany Pezzillo Lettered by Troy Peteri    High adventure on the high seas in the waning days of piracy, when men were men, and the best pirates were...women? Watch as they bring to life the tale of Anne Bonny and Mary Read as they hoist the skull and crossbones, draw cutlasses, and seek a treasure that will make them legends. In an era when sailing with women was thought to be bad luck, Anne and Mary might just be the only people capable of saving the pirate way of life.    What an entertaining debut issue this is!  I am always ready for a good pirate adventure and now that the craze caused by that film franchise is done it’s time to get down to some new nitty gritty characters, scenarios and daring do and don’ts on the high seas.  This issue does some wonderful things in setting up how we are going to see the story progress.  From how the crew of Calico Jack Rackham feel about Anne to setting up the adversary du jour and giving us a little extra piece of the puzzle ensuring that the interest has been piqued properly.      In all seriousness this book is extremely well structured and how we see the layers of story building up already engages the readers’ mind and has them thinking up some scenarios of their own.  The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information is presented beautifully.  This is fun, easy to follow and kind of see the obvious routes and then almost miss the subtle ones and all in all what a fun time this is.  The character development that we see here is rather marvellous.  From Calico Jack, Anne, the Governor and everyone in between we really get a nice sense of who they are and what they believe.  This is the early 1700’s so you know there will be some points of view issues which we see done pretty honestly and I like that.  The pacing here is superb and as it takes us through the pages introducing us to the cast of characters and the world they inhabit it’s easy to see how everything works together to create the books ebb & flow.      I am a big fan of the work that Craig does and what we see here just reinforces that.  The linework is fabulous and how we see the varying weights and techniques being utilised to bring about the attention to detail is marvellously executed.  There is something about the strong sense of comic book style art here that plays well with how we see the characters and their surroundings that really helps ignite the readers’ own imagination up, much like what happened to the British ship.  Backgrounds are utilised throughout rather nicely and they help to bring us a nice depth perception, sense of scale and the overall sense of size and scope to the book.  The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show this great eye for storytelling.  The colour work we see is gorgeous!  How we see the various hues and tones within the colours utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work is absolutely splendid work.   ​    Oh what a marvellous breath of fresh air this is!  Everything we see within these pages fits together better than a do it yourself Ikea kit.  There is something wondrous about the idea of pirates, their booty and lawlessness that appeals to all of us in one form or another.  This creative has captured that appeal and then some so will you be welcomed aboard or told to walk the plank?

[avengerscompound]

Mixology - Partings

Mixology - A Captain America Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count:  3623

Series Warnings:  Angst, Character death, Breaking up and making up, past trauma, pregnancy, talk of abortion, smut (vaginal sex, fingering, other things)

Synopsis:   Steve Rogers comes into your bar and after a night of flirting you take him home.  When he leaves the next day you never expect to see him again.

A/N:  This fic was written pre-Infinity War.  So while it follows canon for a while, it then veers off wildly at the end.

Partings

You and Steve sit cross-legged on your bed.  You’re wearing a robe and Steve has pulled his boxers back on.  You’re playing crazy eights.  You keep trying to cheat because every time he catches you he starts tickling you.  

“You know earlier, you said that you didn’t think Steve was the kind of guy who would go skinny dipping?”  You ask.  

Steve draws a card from the deck and you scan your hand to see if you can play anything.  The top card is a six of hearts so you play a six of spades.  

“Yes,”  Steve says, playing a jack of spades.  

“Why only think?  How do you not know if Steve would go skinny dipping?”  You ask.

Steve looks at you and mulls over his answer.  “I guess I never got to know that side of me.  When I was young I was sick all the time.  My mom kept a close eye on me.  I never learned to swim, she wouldn’t have allowed that.  Then post serum, I’ve just had to be responsible.  That’s what I am, isn’t it?  Responsible?”

You play a four of spades but tuck a 3 of clubs under it.  

“I saw that!”  Steve cries, pouncing on you.  The cards go flying and his hands dig into your ribs and squirm up under your arms.  You squeal thrashing under him trying to get away.  There is a sudden shift.  He pulls you into him, his mouth meets yours, sucking and biting at your lips.  

His mouth moves down your jaw and you link your fingers around the back of his head.

“You lied to the military or the government or whatever…”

“SHIELD.”  He corrects you before continuing to kiss down along your neck.  He sucks hard on your skin.  You hum.  He’s marking you and normally that would bother you.  It feels so fucking good though, you can’t even make yourself care.

“You lied to SHIELD about being injured so you could hang out in a studio apartment fucking a stranger all day.”  You continue.  “That doesn’t sound too responsible to me.”

“You really want me to go skinny dipping, don’t you?”  He asks.  

You shrug.  “It doesn’t have to be that.  I just think you should do something for Steve or else all you’re going to be is Captain America.  You seemed so adamant that that’s not who I saw when I saw you.  Be a shame to lose Steve.”

He props himself up on his elbows over you.  “I sometimes worry that Steve might be gone already.  Most of my friends just call me Cap.  The only person who knew Steve when that’s all I was is in a nursing home and she doesn’t always remember who I am.”

You stroke your fingers along his jaw. “If that’s true, why did you want me to be so sure I saw Steve and not Cap like your friends?”

Something in him seems to deflate. His eyes are filled with real sadness.  You feel a real sense of dread as he opens his mouth.  “Someone has to see him.”

Your breath catches.  You pull him into you kissing him fiercely.  Trying to undo the pain you just dealt him.  He buries his face into your neck.  “I’m sorry, Steve.”  You say, pleading with him to hear you now.  “I do see you.  I see you, Steve.”

He lies just pressed against you for a moment.  “Thank you.”  He says, pushing himself off you.  He starts pacing around the room looking for his clothing, that have been strewn around the room.  “I should probably get going.”

You get up and walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.   “Please don’t go.  Not yet.”

He stands there, not doing anything.  Just breathing. You can’t see his face, so you have no idea what’s happening in his head.  You listen to his chest.  His heartbeat.  The sound of his breath being drawn in and released.  Eventually, he turns in your arms and wraps his around you.  “I’m not sure what you want from me anymore.”  

“Nothing.  Just to have a good time. I’m sorry I don’t want it to end like that.”  You plead with him.

He sighs.  “I’ll stay for a bit longer.  I did have some things in mind.”  

You look up at him and trace your index finger over his bottom lip.  “Thank you, Steve.  Are you hungry?”

He nods.  

“Do you want something healthy to make up for the breakfast?”  You ask.

“No.  I want something loaded in carbs.”  He answers.  

You grin.  “I have just the thing.”  

The two of you go into your kitchen and you pull out some eggplants.  You pass them to Steve and ask him to slice them thinly.  As he goes to work you turn on the oven, beat some eggs and pull bread crumbs from your cupboard along with some homemade marinara sauce that Davide’s family had given to you.

“You make marinara from scratch?  I didn’t think people did that these days.”  Steve mused as you take slices of eggplant from him and dip them into the egg wash and breadcrumbs.  

“No, I didn’t.  One of those guys I was working with last night.  The serious one with the ironic mustache.  His family is from Italy.  I guess people still cook from scratch in Italy or something.  They don’t think I take care of myself properly.  So I end up with lots of Italian food.”  You explain.  “No complaints from me though.  It’s awesome.”

“It’s nice that you’ve found people who care for you like that.  Do you think it will keep you here?”  Steve asks.

You shake your head and move the eggplant into the oven to bake. “People only ever superficially care about me.  When it doesn’t take extra thought.  Davide’s family give me pasta sauce because they give everyone pasta sauce. They’d give it to you too if you showed up to their house.  If I really needed help, they wouldn’t be there for me.  When I’m done with DC, I’ll move on.  I was thinking New York next.  That’s where you’re from isn’t it?”

“I think the New York I’m from might be different than today, if you’re angling for a neighborhood recommendation.”  Steve teases.  He comes up behind you while you prepare a glass baking tray with the marinara sauce, wrapping his arms around your waist.  “Maybe you should give people a chance to care about you.  If you keep moving how would anyone get the chance?”

You turn to face him, looking up into his eyes.  “You can talk.  Besides, I grew up giving people a chance.  I have many nice acquaintances, who I enjoy spending time with.  I don’t have close friends.  I never have.  It’s okay.  I don’t let people in very well.”  You lean up and kiss him, just briefly.  “Weren’t we supposed to keep to happy things?”

Steve’s hands slide down to your ass and he lifts you placing you on the kitchen bench.  You start to kiss, taking your time with it.  His hands slip into your robe, pushing it apart.  He lazily explores your body but never moves his mouth from yours.  

The timer on the over buzzes.  “What needs to happen with these?”  He asks pulling the eggplant out.

“They need to be flipped and put back in for 10 minutes.”  You answer.

He complies and returns to you, taking straight up where he left off.  He starts trailing kisses down your throat and over your collarbone.  One hand goes to your breast and he kneads it.  You hum and clutch at his hair.  He pulls you to the edge of the counter and grinds into you.  

The buzzer goes off again, and you push him away from you reluctantly.  Sliding from the counter you go remove the eggplant from the oven.  You layer it in the dish, sauce, eggplant, mozzarella, eggplant sauce, repeat.  On the very top layer, you grate parmesan cheese and you put it back in the oven.  

“That will be about half an hour.”  You say turning to Steve.

“Perfect.”  He says.  He takes you in his arms and turns you to the counter.  He pulls the cord on your robe and slides it down your arms before tossing it into the living room.  His hand runs down your arms moving them so you have your hand on the counter palm down.  He shifts your legs apart and his hand moves between them.  

His fingers glide up and down your folds.  You’re already wet.  You’re ready for him.  You need him.  He drops his boxers and his cock presses against your cunt.  He moves his hips slowly against you.  Using his cock to stroke your pussy.  Each forward thrust pushes the head of dick against your clit.  

He licks a stripe up your back and you whimper, pushing back against him.  You raise your hand but he moves it back to the counter.  

“Please, Steve.”  You whine.

“Not yet.”  He purrs, nibbling at your neck.

You whimper and wriggle your hip against him.  “Steve, I need it.  I need you.”

“You need me?”  He teases.  His arm wraps around your waist and his starts toying with your clit, rolling his fingers over it, flicking it.  You moan and lift your hands again.  “Hands on the counter, sweetheart or I’m going to keep you waiting a very long time.”

Your pulse speeds up and you place your hands back down on the countertop.  

“I want to hear it again.  Tell me you need me.”   He growls.

You swallow hard.  It feels like your heart is beating in your throat.  “Steve.  I need you.  Right here.  Right now.  I need you so badly.  Please.”

With no warning, he pushes his cock into your cunt.  There is no time to adjust, he just starts thrusting into you.  He never goes further than is comfortable, but he is relentless.  Pounding into you.  Your hands slip over the countertop as you are pushed forward with every thrust.  His fingers remained at your clit, circling and pinching at the small bud.  

You started to moan, an orgasm brewing in you.  Your head fell forward resting on your hands and he grabbed you suddenly by the throat, yanking you upright against him.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?  What you needed?”  He growls, his mouth so close to your ear you can feel his hot breath tickle your skin.

“Oh god yes.”  You groan as he continues to pound into you.

He pulls out suddenly spinning you to face him and lifts you back onto the counter.  He pulls you to the edge and enters you again.  This time he slows his pace down.  He rolls his hips with each thrust.  

His hands go to your face.  He runs a thumb over your bottom lip before capturing it with his mouth.  You kiss, slowly, languidly but barely let each other up for air.  His hands slide through your hair and down the back of your neck.  Yours cling to him, cradling his head as you kiss.  You might describe this sudden change of pace as making love if there was, in fact, any love involved.  It feels intimate and tender and like he might actually care about you.  Except you know he doesn’t.  Not really.  You’re just two ships in the night.  He will move on, as will you.  As it should be.

He lifts you off the counter, his cock remaining buried deep within you, and he carries you to your bed.  He slips out of you and turns you.  You crawl up onto the mattress and he pounces on you pressing you into the bed.  He guides his cock back inside of you and wraps his arms around your neck, so you’re able to rest your head on them.  He is pressed down on you, but despite the fact he’s quite heavy, it doesn’t feel unpleasant.  In fact, it’s almost comforting like a heavy comforter on a rainy day.

Steve sucks and nibbles at your earlobe as he thrust and rolls his hip against you.

You hum, closing your eyes.  “Mm… Steve, you feel so good.”

“You feel pretty great, yourself.”  He replies.  

This time your orgasm comes on you slowly.  It rolls over you like a wave, encompassing all of you.  Steve comes with you, and the pulse of his cock inside of you heightens your own pleasure.  

Steve slips out and rolls off you, but only enough that his whole weight is no longer on you.  You are still completely wrapped in his body. He pulls you so your head, his pressed against his chest, under his chin.  

“Steve.”  You murmur.

“Mmm?”

“You don’t seem like the one night stand kind of guy.  Why are you doing this?”  You ask.

His lips touch the top of your head.  “You might be right.”  He says.  “That person I told you about, the one who’s still alive?”

“Yeah?”

He sighs and his arms tighten around you.  “She was my girl.  We spent two years building a relationship.  I was slow to make a move and when I did we still didn’t really do anything physical about it.  We were waiting until the war was over.  Then I died.  So she moved on.  Only I wasn’t dead.  Now she’s here and she’s lived her life and I still love her.  It feels strange to move on and it feels strange not to.  This is the compromise I can live with for now.  I find people who see Steve and not Cap and I enjoy the brief time I spend with them.  I don’t do it often.  Just from time to time.”

“Well, that sucks.”  You say.  

He chuckles softly.  “I take it that you are the one night stand kind of person?”

You laugh.  “Yeah. It’s my preference.  This is the weirdest one I’ve ever had though.  Normally they’re in and out pretty quick.”

“I told you why I do it.  Why do you do it?”

You don’t say anything for a moment, just mulling the question over.  “I don’t know why, but the few men I have attempted relationships with have only stuck around until I agreed to have sex with them.  Then they’ve dumped me.  For a long time, I thought maybe I was bad at it.  I have since realized that actually, all they wanted was the sex.  So now I skip over the relationship part and go to the sex.  Saves me heartache.”

“Not every man will treat you like that.”  He says.

You laugh.  “I am a terrible judge of which are the good ones and which are the bad ones.  This is easier.”

The smell of smoke drifts across the room, followed by the wail of the smoke detector.  You both jump up suddenly.

“Shit the eggplant!”  You squark running into the kitchen.  

Steve dashes around the apartment opening windows while you retrieve the ruined eggplant parmigiana from the oven.  The smoke alarm falls silent and Steve comes up behind you peering over your shoulder.  

“Well, I’m not eating that.”  He says and pokes you in the ribs.  

You turn to the cupboard and open it.  “Back up plan.”  You say pulling down two boxes of cereal.

Steve picks up the box of Corn Flakes.  “They used to have this back when I was a kid.”  He says.  “Do they still taste like cardboard?”

“They sure do.”  You laugh placing two bowls on the counter.  

“What about these ones?”  He asks holding up the box of Trix.

“They taste like cardboard that’s going to give you a cavity.”

“Well, I guess I’ll go for the Trix.”  He says pouring the cereal into one of the bowls.  

“Silly rabbit.”  You tease.  The reference seems to be lost on him though, so you quickly move on pouring your own bowl of cereal.  

You both go and sit on the couch and you put your feet into his lap.  

“Tell me a story from when you were a kid.” You say.

“Okay.”  He takes a mouthful of cereal while he thinks of something.  “Once me and my best friend.  His name was Bucky.  We skipped out of school to play hookey.  We managed to sneak in to see a movie.  They caught us.  My mom was called.  She gave our ears such a boxing.  She never told Bucky’s parents though or my dad.  He would have gotten much worse.  So she kept it a secret.”

You sigh.  The thought of having someone to have protected you from your parents is something that both feels good and hurts because you never did.

“Now you,”  Steve says.

“Once when I was at school, there were these guys picking on a little girl.  They had her bailed up against a wall.  I was bigger than her, but still much smaller than them.  I went up and punched one so hard in the face that I knocked two of his teeth out.”  You say.  

Steve laughs.  “You sound like me.   I was always the smallest and getting into fights because big guys like to throw their weight around.”

“The unfortunate consequence of that story is, that the school called my parents.  That night my dad wailed on me.  He ended up throwing a table at me when I tried to get away and it broke my collarbone.”  You say.  You don’t know why you decided to tell him that.  You’ve never told anyone that.  

He looks at you sadly but without pity.  His strokes your cheek with his palm.  “You didn’t have anyone to stand up for you, huh?”

You shake your head.

“Bucky used to stand up for me.  When I got into fights.  Which was all the time.”  Steve says.

“Do you know what happened to him?  Did he have a good life?”  You ask.

Steve shakes his head.  “I selfishly kept him with me when he should have gone home during the war.  He died standing up for me one last time.  I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that.”

“Well don’t we make a miserable pair.”

You both put your bowls down and you shift so you are leaning up against him, your head on his chest.  He skims his fingers up and down your arm in an absentminded way. You yawn and close your eyes.

“I think I might need to take a nap.”  You say.

“Do you want me to leave?”  He asks resting his chin on your head.  

“No.  But you can if you want.  It has to end sometime.”  

Steve gets up and pulls you to your feet.  “Let’s nap.”

You both crawl in bed with each other.  He spoons you, both arms wrapped around your body.  For the second time in less than 24 hours, you fall asleep in his arms.

You wake to him stroking his fingertips down your neck.

“Hey.”  You murmur.

“Hello.”  He replies.  “I should probably get going soon.  I have plans with a friend.”

“That’s okay. I understand.”

His fingers trail down over your breasts and dance over your pussy.  You wriggle back against him and feel his dick begin to harden against your ass.

“I really enjoyed being with you.  I haven’t had a day where I haven’t had to be Captain America for a long time.”  He says.

“You need to be kinder to yourself, Steve.” You whisper.

He laughs.   “And you need to let people be kinder to you.”  His fingers slip between your folds and he circles one over your clit.  “Can I ask something of you?”

“If it’s for anal, that will be a hard pass.  It would take a lot of practice for me to be able to take that.”

Steve bursts out laughing.  “It wasn’t for anal.”  He uses one of his legs to push one of yours forward.  You feel the pressure of his cock pressed against your cunt just before he slides it inside of you.  You gasp, your fingers gripping at his forearm.   “The things we talked about today.  I’d prefer if they didn’t get out.”

“Of course not.  I’m not a monster.”  You reply.  

“Thank you.”  He breathes.  He starts to thrust into you as his fingers roll over your clit and pinch and tweak at your nipples.  He kisses your throat and the back of your neck.

As your orgasm builds, he starts getting a little rougher.  He thrusts hard into you, his hand grips your breast and he bites your shoulder.  Pulling at your flesh with his teeth. You pant and moan as your orgasm crests and when it breaks you cry out, reaching back and gripping hold of Steve’s neck.  

He comes shortly after slipping from you.  He holds you for a moment.  Neither of you saying anything.

“I better get going.”  He says finally.  Kissing your cheek and getting up.  

You watch him dress, pulling your own robe back on.  When he’s fully clothed you walk him to the door.  He leans down and kisses you one last time.  

“Steve, promise me you’ll find someone who sees you.  That you don’t have to be Captain America with.  When you do.  Go skinny dipping with them.  Don’t let them take Steve from you.”  You say.

He touches your cheek and runs his thumb down along your jaw.  “Only if you promise to let yourself be open to someone in the future loving you.”  

He steps out the door and you watch him head to the stairs.  “I see you, Steve Rogers.”  You say.

He turns to you and smiles.  “I see you too, y/n.”

You head back inside and close the door.

// NEXT

[whichstiel]

I made this art for the 2019 Dean/Cas Tropefest. (HUGE thanks to the mods, Jojo and Muse, for being amazing!) As soon as I read through the summaries, I knew I needed to try to grab the DRAGON STORY right away. I just...really love dragons, okay? This story is delightful and unexpected, with lovely world-building, rich side characters, and a beautiful romance between Dean and Cas. I really enjoyed reading it and working with zaphodsgirl! You can read Shadow & Storm by zaphodsgirl now! You’ll love it. <3

Here’s the summary:

One night, a mysterious visitor appears in young Prince Dean's bedroom, and he suddenly finds himself transported to an abandoned replica of his home in an unknown land. He learns quickly that the borders are finite, and none may leave without incurring the wrath of the guardian: a dragon the people call Storm.

Left with no choice, Dean adapts to life as the others have, tending to the animals and working the land to survive. As he grows up, the life he knew as a prince seems more and more distant, until a new person arrives that he remembers from his childhood. Shaken by this arrival, Dean’s desire to escape returns anew, and he discovers more than he wanted to know about the Shadowlands and its occupants -- especially about the mysterious guardian of the castle, Castiel.

Continue reading for some insight into the process and drafts behind the art.

Reading this story, I was struck by its lovely fairy tale vibe, which inspired me to make some kind of story-book art. I’ve always enjoyed pop-up books, so that seemed like a fun thing to try. My first step was to learn more about pop-ups. I turned to the internet for ideas, and found recommendations for: Pop-up design and paper mechanics, by Duncan Birmingham. This was a really useful book (I got it from the library - and you can too!) It gave me some basic structures and some general rules of thumb for how things fold and work when opened. I stuck with the simpler forms, given the short time period before posting.

Tools & supplies:

Cardstock paper

Watercolor paper (for the folding pages/backdrops and some stand-ups)

Watercolors, colored pencil, sharpie markers

Glue (I really like this scrapbooker’s glue pen for paperwork. Dries FAST and mostly doesn’t warp.)

Scissors, precision knife, ruler, protractor

Bone folder for pressing seams

Once I had some broad ideas of some of the rules of pop-up creation, I started to sketch out some quick ideas. I always like to start with the cover image, since that’s the main image people see when they’re browsing a story list. I did a few basic sketches on paper, but I decided the easiest way to develop these pop-up pieces would be to do what Birmingham called “paper sketching.” With paper sketching, you just...eyeball the pieces, attach it to a folded piece of paper, and cut away whatever paper you don’t want. It’s sort of like working with negative space in that way. Paper sketching was invaluable for helping me figure out things like: how tall should the mountains be? How high are the wings? What can fold together to lay flat? (Because I wanted this to be a functional book.) How long can I make that flame spout? (Not long, as it turned out.)

Here are some paper sketches I made of the cover image. A few of these were before I re-read the story and realized that the castle was built INTO the mountain. Oops. Building drafts helped me to realize that the concept was possible. Once I had some general structures under my belt, I could start to do the finer work of cutting out the final pieces. Draft work was typically done with sketchbook paper or cheap cardstock from Walgreens.

(Left: first draft; Right: Oh my god maybe this will actually work)

I wanted the cover to convey the full expanse of the lands surrounding the castle. I made my author draw me an actual map and diagram of all the agricultural lands. Thanks, zaphodsgirl! I chose black paper for the cover for REASONS you will discover when you read the story.

(Left: background watercolor progress with marker details; Right: taping in a quick test sketch to see if it will fit with the dragon and to test the angle)

Behind the scenes

For each design, I started by painting a watercolor backdrop, making note of the center where I’d need to fold the page. Watercolor paper was a pretty good choice because it’s thick and you can really crease the hell out of that middle joint - and the page stays strong. The cover is the most detailed. For the others, I went with more imprecise watercolor washes - mostly in the interest of time.

Finding a good backdrop is always a challenge when photographing art, and was a big issue for the cover since that dragon really gets lost if there’s too much in the background. I decided to go “Maria from Sound of Music” and pull down one of my curtains as a backdrop. That, plus desk lamps for light made a pretty good set.

This piece features Castiel fading into the dragon. I suffered from proportion control for this project but chose to forge on ahead, anyway. Sometimes the dragon is huge, sometimes it’s small. Oooooh well, it’s a dragon, anyway. :D The little Dean torso is intended to be a manually-opened inset, more to show his reaction than anything else. The dragon is 5 pieces - tail, head and forepaw, wings, and body. Castiel is a single piece; his fold is attached to the dragon and there’s a little paper accordion behind his head to keep him upright.

(Top left: I hate concept sketches; Top right: Cas coming together. I made him too tall! Oh well, I’m gonna roll with it)

Behind the scenes

This next piece was actually the second one I did, because it was the most complex and I wanted to get it finished so I wouldn’t fret over it. The red light is from a bicycle tail-light that I’m holding in the air with one hand while taking a photo with the other. I just really liked that little shadow claw on the ground!

This dragon was somewhat inspired by a Game of Thrones popup my author shared with me. My dragon isn’t as complex, but it still opens wide and closes flat, so I’m happy. It’s basically built as an upside down triangle, cut into a folded piece of paper. The fold is on the bottom. You can draw a line from the fold in its snout to a fold on its torso. The spines were cut out and glued on after the fact because I completely forgot to add them!!!

I was having some trouble with the wings attaching properly, so my test models had the dragon at various stages of height or angles from the ground. Too high and it would pop beyond the book pages. Too low and it might as well be sitting on the page completely. The dragon body has built-in tabs to which the wings are glued and the forest cutouts have this as well, for max strength. This is one of those cards where I went through enough drafts that I resorted to tape as a quick-hold option to figure out things like height and angle and how much dragon could fit in the folded pages. I ended up using an actual tool with (gasp) measurements to finally get the angle of the forest inserts right. Folding the test dragon into the card, I actually just sliced off the excess wing and tail that peeked out from the edges, then used that space when I was cutting out my final dragon.

For each of these, it’s best to get your pattern pieces as close as possible and then use that to cut your final pieces. The angles and length of everything needs to be fairly precise or what worked in your draft won’t fold well in the final version.

(Top left: So many draft pieces, so little time; Top right: Use math, kids!; Bottom: Dragon open and closed)

Behind the scenes

The last piece is modeled after a simple folding animal style. Its feet are glued symmetrically over the fold.

It’s essentially a folded piece of cardstock with an animal cut out of it. The head is attached separately, as are the wings and Amara. I had a star hole punch, which made it easy to add some stars to Amara’s gown as well as on the page. I’d wanted to do a big fold-out window arch here, but realized that it wouldn’t fit over the dragon or the Dean/Cas fold. Ah well. Please imagine it, instead.

(Top left: concept sketch; Top right: Paper sketching is a great reality check; Bottom: Amara astride Storm)

Behind the scenes

The final step was to turn this into some kind of book. At first, I planned to stitch the pages together. I’d never bound a book before, and I was cursing myself for putting down all those layers of pop-up inserts if I was going to have to stitch through each page. Then I looked at some pop-up books and realized that often just the edges of the pages are glued, leaving the middle to float as necessary. This was good, because it was a way easier option! (Also the dragon in the forest came out a little tight, so the float was very helpful there.)

I glued the page edges and, since they were a little curly from the watercolor and popup designs pulling at them, I weighted them with books to dry for a while.

I found an old book cover that would work (from a very outdated technology textbook). I sliced out the original pages, recovered the book with black paper, and glued in my new book pages on the front and back. It was a perfect fit!

I finished with time to spare, so I added a little watercolor and paper cut-out picture and frame to the front and back to add some flair. Please enjoy my terrible glue job. (I forgot to smooth the paper.)

I used a hair tie cut in half to hold the pages down for photographs (or display). I clipped two wedge-shaped bag clips to the underside of each tie to weigh down each side, and hold the book open at a slight angle.

This was a fun and challenging project to work on, and I’m so grateful to zaphodsgirl for all her effusive words and gifs of encouragement. You’re going to love this sweet story. Go read it now! Shadow & Storm on AO3.

(And if you feeling like tossing a comment my way, I’d love to hear from you here on Tumblr or on my art post on AO3.) 

[kaninneko]

Traditional comics: How to (and how not to) design a female character

This is something that’s annoyed me for a while, because when it’s done right they look amazing, but when it’s done wrong, they look so, so wrong. 

Let’s start on a high note: 

The good example 

she looks great. 

Proportion: Everything is in place, she’s skinny but not inhumanely/unhealthily so. Very long legs, but i’m not fussed - she’s a shapeshifter (Vanessa); let her be sailor moon if she wants to be sailor moon. Her hair is a bit big and bushy, however this seems like a common occurrence around the time. 

Posing: Very dynamic, you can see that she’s walking away after pushing the guy aside/dropping him, but this doesn’t make any joints or angles look strange.

Clothes: One of my favourite clothing designs - it’s not hiding her shape, but it isn’t revealing skin either. I’d wear this if I had the turtleneck for it. Her boobs are not separated, but drawn together like how they would look. I admit that the little plunge under the boob doesn’t make much sense, since the rest of the top under her chest is baggier, however this is the best example of a normal chest with clothing over that I’ve seen so far. 

Now, onto the not so good examples. This one isn’t the worst and has some good points, but it has a bunch of bad points too. 

The middle ground

Silver Sable seems to be suffering.

Proportion: The separated boobs occurs so often that it hurts. Unless she had pockets for her puppies, no costume will work like that. Do not vacuum seal your boobs. In addition, her knees and ankles are extremely small, to where she wouldn’t be okay if she needed to sprint or jump off a small ledge. It also just looks bad tbh. 

Posing: The curve on the back is a little strange, pushing your spine to “pop” like that is possible but very painful and uncomfortable. Nobody should be going around like that, don’t encourage the kids. The right (my right) leg is a bit weird since the foot is angling down below the standing foot. Is she walking on invisible stairs? 

Clothes: Honestly most of the costume is fine. I like the jacket, the ruffling in the sleeves looks good and the arm buckles are pretty cool. I’m not a fan of the shoes on the calves since they look like they’re digging in rather than popping out, but i think that’s because the shading is a little questionable. 

Oh boy, this was the opening panel to the comic after the cover art above. 

The Bad, Terrible, Awful, example

Where do I begin -- she looks like a doll.

Proportion:  Well, the boobs are drawn completely separate despite the dress (i’m pretty sure) being made of fabric. People, please do not be afraid of drawing a uniboob. Let me make that clear: 

Don’t be afraid of drawing a uniboob

Moving on, the waist doesn’t really make sense either. I mean sure, she could be wearing a corset, or they’re trying to show that she has a ribcage. However bodies don’t have hard angles like that, especially at the waist. Even if you say 

“ people have the right to stylise and draw how they like” there is no edge as sharp and concave as that anywhere else on her body. Unless she’s padded her hips? 

I’ll give them credit that they’ve separated the hips from the thighs - a lot of people do double-bump irl but it’s not drawn very often.

Her ankle looks like a worm, but at least her legs and feet make sense. 

Posing

: I can see that they’re trying to make a dynamic pose, but they didn’t do a very good job of it. Her hips lean too much, it looks like she might be leaning forward? Might make sense if she’s a normal person who is desperate, but she’s not, rather she just needs to urgently talk. 

There are other ways to make her not look like an up and down stick, like walking or slightly leaning/interacting with the door frame. 

Oh, and to top it all off, her arms hang straight down. Any attempt of trying to bring her to life has gone out of the window. Hello, Barbie’s older friend. 

Costume

: This one is down to personal taste and how fashion in the era this comic was made, but I think that the top half of the dress is just unappealing.

She has a... Ringed turtleneck from what I see in other panels. It's very confusing and not portrayed properly in this image. To add onto that, the shoulder pads are extremely big, which offsets her posture and shape completely, and confuses the eye a little. I don’t know whether to be looking at her chicken fillets or her foam fillets. 

Lastly, the sleeves are vaguely... dolphin-like. You can’t see them very well since they’re in the blackout shade, and it’s not consistent in the other panels either. 

Well, this concludes my analysis. If you want one on men, please tell me, but otherwise it’s a lot harder to find references where they look like a disaster unless you go back to the Muscle Age. 

[barbika1508]

Bless summer dresses (Jung Hoseok x Reader /Smut)

Word Count: 6,9k

Genre: PWP, Smut

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk, Min Yoongi

Warnings: Mirror sex, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Semi-Public sex, Degrading

Summary: Sometimes, its the right dress at the right time that becomes the last push needed to reach the highest ecstasy.

Hoseok P.O.V.

‘’Again.’’ I shake my head frowning, hands placed on my hips as I stare at Jeongguk and Jimin how they move, Jimin a mili-second slower than the maknae which doesn’t sync them up like they should be ‘’Stop.’’ I raise my tone over the music which gets cut off both of them breathless stopping to glance at me.

‘’I thought they were perfectly in flow, hyung.’’ Taehyung comments from where he’s sitting against the mirror near the computer, now staring at me in question.

‘’Jeongguk-ah was too fast, you did this…’’ I’m quick to demonstrate the spin and hip thrust ‘’To fast, it’s like you’re too eager for it, while Jiminie the…’’

‘’I know, I know.’’ he shakes his head hair falling in his eyes as he goes to redo the move properly and seemingly easily.

‘’Good. Again, from the top.’’ I order and glance back at Joon who presses a button on the keyboard of the computer the music starting to play. Jin hyung walks around slowly observing the two as they start to move. I’m not even concerned with the beginning of the song because I know they can handle it, and have been nailing it from the start. So, I let my eyes drift past Yoongi hyung who’s comfortably settled on the chair which was moved over to the corner of the mirror. And there sitting in the very back as we’re in the front, is the prettiest girl you could ever lay your eyes on.

The first thing that falls into my eyes is the yellow colour of the sundress she has on. Luckily it does reach her knees if it was any shorter she definitely wouldn’t be wearing it anywhere. I stare at the expanse of her smooth flawless legs, quickly skipping over the bunched-up material, up till her waist where the material hugs her curves but loosely enough to show them off. Passing her breasts my eyes land on her skin, still clear of any kind of marks that I know are hiding over her thighs, near the lines of the panties she has on. I wonder which pair she put on today. My eyes take me higher taking in her collarbones, and I just want to lick over them, and trail my tongue to her sweet spot which I know would make her shudder and whimper easily. Her neck is just begging to be decorated in flourishing marks.

Her eyes are completely entranced flickering from one dancer to the other. She has this dazed kind of expression on, a light blush to her cheeks which can be makeup but who knows for sure. Due to the room heating up more than cooling despite the AC in the corner being turned on she has pulled her hair up into a bun, and makes me all the more want to mark her neck up and listen to the breathless moans and hitches of breath that would fall from her beautiful plump lips. Ghhhh my blood is already boiling with want.

‘’Again.’’ I raise my tone over the music which has the boys both stumbling out of rhythm, but nobody says anything and continues doing their thing as I back away and then turn, making my way towards my girlfriend. Only when I’m 5 steps close she takes her eyes away from the dancers and looks at me, looking like she’s snapping out of a daydream, but offers a beaming grin, showing off her pearly white teeth.

‘’Not gonna dance?’’ she asks knowing me well enough to know that I do want to but I have something else in mind. I shake my head and lean down, sitting myself right next to her.

‘’I decided I need a new angle to observe them.’’ I make up quickly and throw my arms around her shoulders. She eagerly leans into me despite being warm, but I take the chance as she’s not complaining as we settle to watch the two ‘’Plus…I need kisses, I’m running low on energy.’’ I whisper into her ear which has her giggling turning to me while I keep my eyes focused on the dancing boys who are off beat again but I want my kisses and I know my priorities.

‘’You don’t seem to be so tired yet, you’ve nailed the dance and everything perfectly just a few minutes ago.’’ She challenges making me smirk as my hand lands over her knee patting it gently, then letting my thumb brush over it.

‘’Why would I lie??’’ I challenge and look at her smiling cheerfully, the blush on her cheeks spreading.

‘’What do I get in return?’’ she shots back the remark causing me to chuckle. I faintly hear someone saying ‘Stop’ and the music getting cut but I’m putting my priority onto my girl. We’ve been going at it for 2 hours, and we’ve came here for a meeting only, it’s enough serious practice for the day.

‘’What would you want in return?’’ leaning in I make sure I ghost my nose down over her cheek, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw. She starts tapping her fingers over my thigh where her hand is comfortably resting.

‘’Hmm…’’ she trails off instead, which has me sparing a glare to the members Jin and Tae now with Kook and Jimin chatting away but Namjoon lets ‘Idol’ play and is quick to join them just messing around to the beat. I smirk noticing how she’s completely focused onto them. It only ticks me off a tiny bit that she’s so shamelessly ogling them, mostly Jimin. I know she loves me, and she is mine but Jimin is her bias after all even if I won her over. So, him being in the room, and now laughing and pushing his hair back I know he’s doing it intentionally.

‘’Cuddles?’’ I try knowing she’s distracted enough, the tug on her hand not affecting her much. She goes along willingly and mutters her acknowledgement, but moves and sits herself on my lap letting me pull her backwards into my chest. I eagerly wrap my arms around her waist and hold her against me, my body thrumming with warmth and eagerness, my cock stirring at the feeling of her on me and so close.

Her hands are resting over my forearms but she doesn’t even protest once I move my hand to circle her thigh, caressing through the fabric unfortunately. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. But looking at her through the mirror because we are in the clear the boys more on the right, I can see her eyes still following Jimin as he runs around the room eagerly. A smile draws itself on her lips.

The melody comes to a stop finally, leaving the boys cheering some clapping which she eagerly claps along too, and earns herself a wink from Jimin. His eyes do meet my own, so I give him a questioning look. He turns around rushing over to Jin hyung hugging him from the back hiding away. C c c little brat.

The boys fall into a chatter while she finally leans back and sags against me.

‘’Cuddles.’’ She finally replies making me chuckle ‘’Movie night?’’ she proposes as I let my fingers slip to the very hem of the dress to touch bare skin of her knee.

‘’Doable.’’ I state ‘’Will you make us snacks though? I did them last time.’’ I sing in the end which has her chucking as I tap my fingers over her knees. She has her legs crossed one over the other resting between my own which I’ve parted slightly to accommodate her. As long as they aren’t spread in front of anyone else but me, we are good.

‘’You’re drawing a hard bargain there Mr. Jung.’’ She goes on thoughtful but ends up giggling, and looking up at me.

‘’That’s Hobi to you, little lady.’’ I raise my fingers to her ribs but there’s not much effect as she isn’t ticklish but the touch has her chuckling hands reaching for my own to stop them.

‘’Aigo you are so cute Oppa.’’ She coos whining adorably and twists her body lifting herself up, pressing a surprise peck onto my lips ‘’Aigo, aigo.’’ I laugh out loud with her as she squishes my cheeks together but is quick to let go, as we just laugh at the silliness. The cute moment is ruined quickly by Jimin rushing over.

‘’Y/N-ah come dance with us!’’ he eagerly offers his hand to her. My fingers tighten holding her.

‘’Ah no thank you I’m not in the mood to ruin how good you all dance…’’

‘’Nonsense!!!!’’ Taehyung calls from across the room.

‘’Come on!!!’’ Jin adds encouragingly.

‘’I’m sure Hobi Hyung doesn’t mind.’’ Jimin goes on ‘’Plus he’ll dance with us won’t you hyung? We can show Y/N-ah a few moves.’’ I keep my cool at how adorable he is, I can’t blame him for that and I know he doesn’t have ill intentions. It’s just that Y/N is easily persuadable into things specially if my members are involved and I do love them with all my heart but, I want her all to myself.

‘’No, it’s alright, I’m good where I am right now.’’ She denies offering a confident smile to the boys, some of them groaning others snorting.

‘’Of course.’’ Yoongi snorts ‘’She’s with her boyfriend now guys, he’s her top priority.’’ He chuckles as he stands up, closing up his laptop.

‘’Hobi hyung is our high priority too.’’ Jimin adds but gets hit over the back of his head by Jeongguk who’s walking around. But upon the to hit, which does dislodge Jimin a step it goes silent and suddenly the chase starts.

‘’Tae the door.’’ Jin exclaims to which Taehyung is quick to open the door of the practice room giggling, as Jeongguk laughing runs out with Jimin hot on his trail. It takes maybe 3 seconds until we hear a crashing and breaking sound coming from the hallway. Y/N tenses up but remains staring at the others as they glance between another in question.

‘’Uh oh.’’ Taehyung mutters stepping openly between the doorframe ‘’Namjoon hyung, you better come and…oh boy…’’ he’s out with Namjoon right behind him while Jin hovers at the door now, and Yoongi is still finishing packing his things up.

‘’Yahhhhhh what did…we’re all getting in trouble.’’ Jin rants glancing over to us ‘’You lovebirds better stay where you are if you don’t want to get inv…’’

‘’Jin Hyungggg!!!’’

The call has the oldest fuming suddenly in disbelief ‘’Yah, Jeon Jeongguk I’m going to…’’ and he’s storming off his voice echoing in the hallway, as more people seem to be gathering there, trying to fix whatever the two boys did.

‘’I hope nobody got hurt.’’ Y/N mumbles to herself. I bend my legs up a bit forcing her to lean back against me, so I can nuzzle my face into her neck.

‘’Ah you know they’re fine. No need to worry.’’ I assure her, giving into temptation and press a kiss to her neck. And another one. And another one, which gets her quickly to start giggling. She starts wiggling more trying to move away, but I’m not letting her go. The friction yeah, it’s not helping me not get turned on as quickly as I am, but I want to hear more of her adorable giggles, which always manage to cheer me up even when I’m angry or really upset it’s her and her smile alone that cheers me up, or breaks the flow of negative emotions.

‘’You two are disgustingly adorable.’’ Yoongi comments, surprising me to see him still here. Well he’s putting on his backpack, bucket hat on his messy hair hiding it away ‘’I’m going leave you to it, see you back home. Don’t give in to easily Y/N-ah.’’ With a smirk he’s then heading out.

‘’Bye Oppa!’’ she cheers making me do a double over at her, as she turns around and shrugs.

‘’What he’s nice.’’ she replies and then pushes herself away quickly the action unexpected so she easily gets out of my reach ‘’Don’t get so jealous, you know you’re my one and only Hope-ah.’’ She teases chuckling and leans in to steal a kiss but then she’s off rushing across the empty dance studio, stepping over to her bag which she’s left in front of the mirror in the corner where the computer and TV screens are.

Shaking my head, I push myself onto my feet, shamelessly readjusting myself in the sweats that do manage to hide away my problem. But it’s far from over. ‘’My members are way too confident around you. I don’t like how sweet you are, because you should be only like that to me.’’ I fake complain because I know my members would never dare do something to her like that or betray me in such way by hitting on her. So, this I know it’s something that gets her going into defence mode where she starts assuring her love for me. And I do know that she loves me, and how much I mean I relate because I love her so much as well, but sometimes I like pushing her buttons. Plus, sometimes I just like hearing this like;

‘’Ah Hobi you know I have eyes only for you.’’ She replies voice slightly echoing around the empty room. Reaching the door, I glance out seeing people gathered in the hallway but just around the corner, whereas the janitor’s closet is on my right opened. Quickly I close the doors leaving us complete privacy.

‘’You have a weird way of proving it.’’ I point out making my way to the computer, as she’s busy with her phone her back facing me. She’s completely engrossed into the device probably replying to her friends. Quickly I click away finding my file with my playlists and put on a more R&B one, that’s more sensual and fitting for what I have in plan.

I creep up behind her, sitting myself down as she’s on her knees instead of getting herself comfortable ‘’Come on Y/Nickname love me.’’ I whine and pout through the mirror examining her face, her cute nose scrunching up before smoothing out. She glances at me confused, as I place my hands onto her hips but goes along as I move her to my lap forcing her legs to open up, dress still hiding her away.

I let my right-hand roam down to her knee exposing her thigh more, under the pretence of drawing invisible patters over her skin. Peeking down over her phone I smile as she sends one of my stage pictures to her friend along with millions of hearts next to it. She’s clearly bragging. I glance quickly towards the doors, hearing people chatting outside our managers voice and from other staff but nobody is entering the room.

I welcome her body eagerly as she suddenly leans back, sighing contently fingers still working furiously over the keyboard ‘’Oh this is a nice song. You should do a cover of it.’’ she thinks out loud phone getting locked while she, lets it drop over to her bag on the side. Closing her eyes, she leans her head against my shoulder and starts to hum the melody, snapping her fingers to it.

Perfect this couldn’t be a more perfect situation for what I have in store. I still keep my touches gentle, as I tug the skirt upwards exposing more and more of her thighs, which I just want to bite into. I’m practically salivating by just staring at them. When she sighs at a particular part of the song, I let go having dragged the material just above her midthigh enough for me to see that she’s wearing nice pink panties, with a small bow on the front. My fingers dance across her stomach, and higher her expression revealing that’s she’s catching on. But I boldly place my hand over her breasts discovering she isn’t wearing a bra underneath immediately as I squeeze them.

‘’Wha…’’ she jumps as I grope them firmer, and hook my thumbs over the straps making quick work of tugging them off her shoulders, and then pull the material down to reveal the two perfectly rounded boobs to my eyes finally ‘’Hobi…’’ she whispers panicked as I pinch her nipples, the piercings making the sensation much more intense, and always has her more sensitive ‘’D-don’t n-no…’’ she weakly protests as I knead them again firmly, both fitting in my palms perfectly. Silently I lift her right arm, and duck past so I can latch my mouth onto her right breast. She whines out loud, it echoing around the room and only furthering my arousal, making me harder by the second, as she sarts shifting and squirming because of the exposure, but with that she’s creating an almost perfect rhythm and friction against me.

She does start to get louder the more I suck and lick, and then bite at the nipple gently, so with regret I do detach myself from her, glancing up to see her flushed cheeks as she stares at me with parted lips. I want to do so much more, play with her tits as much as I please but there is a time limit.

I do take the moment to take her in with my own hooded eyes how gorgeous she looks the pink adoring her cheeks brilliantly, and how she’s already biting onto her lower lip, clearly nervous despite being so turned on. I can clearly read the lust in her eyes.

‘’Kiss me.’’ it’s a simple order, and despite it she doesn’t react. Raising back up, holding onto her hand, I glance towards the doors as she stiffens in my hold upon the knocks against it. But whoever is there they seem to be preoccupied with discussing something, as the handle doesn’t rattle or anything. Turning back to her, she’s ready to pounce away, but with a pinch on her nipple she yips and turn to me looking distressed. The music is a perfect distraction, masking her whimpers so far synchronized ‘’Kiss me.’’ I order again with a low tone, licking over my lower lip as I glare at her and straighten properly leaning in close.

‘’O-oppa n-not h-here, they are going to f-find out…’’ I use the beat of the song I know like the back of my hand to pull her dress up, and strike two times at the side of her thigh making the flesh jiggle as well as her to tense up like a string. With one hand I hold it around her torso keeping her steadily in place, but with the other I reveal the panties properly pushing the dress up, bunching it in the middle. And all the while not once does she attempt to push me away. Her hands settle onto my forearms, but as in to brace herself rather than to indicate any type of rejection.

Her eyes are fixated at what I’m doing, and I can see how much turned on she really is; more than the usual as she’s gone suddenly very quiet. And it’s a thrilling idea, of someone, anyone to be able to just walk in on us and see everything. Of course, I hate the idea of anyone seeing her, but it’s the getting caught part that’s doing it for her is my guess because it’s doing it for me too. Or maybe the idea of my members walking in and seeing her submissive to me that’s getting to her? For them so see how much control I have over her. She’s mine and mine alone.

Her eyes do dart to the door again at the noises, but I preoccupy myself by, leaning in and kiss up her neck, lick at her skin and bite, for sure leaving marks behind her neck which she won’t hide. I want everyone to see what I did to her. My right hand continues its way over the inner of her thighs which tremble briefly, until my fingers find their way to her cunt ‘’Oh what do we have here?’’ I wonder with pride swelling in my chest as I detach my lips and look up at her embarrassed expression, her eyes trained onto my fingers which I tap against the panties rubbing my fingers together the wetness visible under the bright lights ‘’You’re already dripping for me baby girl huh?’’ I tap a few more times making her legs want to close up but she’s smarter than that and keeps them open, as I smirk and run my fingers up and down her folds over the panties that start to get wet from how soaked she really is ‘’You’re practically soaking through.’’ I marvel putting more pressure which has her breath hitching and pressing herself into me firmer ‘’Is this all because of me?’’ I wonder ghosting kisses over her neck gently ‘’Or maybe it was Jimin’s doing? Is that the reason you’re this wet? Filthy slut you can’t be even a good obedient whore for me.’’ I growl the last part, ignoring the whine of protests as she shakes her head but doesn’t dare moving or doing anything yet as I haven’t told her or gave her an order yet.

‘’It’s all you, you know it’s all for you, Op..’’ I smack her thigh again watching as this time around the red mark doesn’t fade away so quickly ‘’Daddy, daddy, I’m sorry daddy.’’ She’s quick to add correcting herself making me hum in approval, hand returning back but now to let my fingers trace the edge of the panties, making sure I’m brushing my fingertips over her skin.

Raising my left hand up, I grab her chin roughly forcing us both to lean forward so she can get a closer look at herself in the mirror, her eyes automatically doing so ‘’Look at yourself.’’ I growl, spreading her legs even wider as she tries to avert her eyes, but I only tighten my hold on her jawline ‘’How dirty.’’ I mumble with my right-hand slapping at her breast which has her jumping, hands which are now bunched up in the skirt of her dress tightening ‘’Do you think someone could be watching us?’’ I whisper leaning in letting my breath ghost over her ear and neck, which does make her shudder against me, the movement feeling nice against my hardon, cock just throbbing and twitching as I even for a second think how it would feel being buried in her tightness.

‘’Do you think someone might be just outside peeping in? Seeing how filthy you are huh?’’ but she only squirms more trying to keep her beautiful noises in. Reaching down I tug at the panties harshly to the side, to reveal her folds. She hisses at the exposure but ends up letting out a breathless moan that has me rolling my hips into her ‘’Such a dirty pussy, for anyone to see. For them to realize what a whore you are huh? Letting me do anything to you. You’re not even attempting to stop me. Filthy.’’

I manage to hold the material to the side, to spread her lower lips apart, seeing how her cunt glitters, juices literally leaking out ‘’Ah this is what whores do after all right? But you’re a good slut for me aren’t you baby? My slut soaked only because of me, and my touches. Only for daddy.’’

‘’Only for da-a-ddy…’’ she stumbles over her words but eagerly repeats them. The door handle rattles, but I have a gut feeling it’s nothing, its why she’s the one that whines and almost shouts while I slide my fingers over her slit teasingly, letting go of her jawline to hold her against me as I roll my hips again, getting more frustrated by the lack of touch on me. My cock is starting to hurt with the lack of friction the proper one.

‘’Suck whore.’’ I order sticking two fingers into her mouth without even asking. I do glance at the door worried for a moment but the shadows disappear so does the rattling, so I focus onto her enjoying the chocking noises emitting from her chest before I tug my fingers out leaving her coughing for a moment, tears gathered in her eyes. Lowering down the fingers, I directly aim for her clit starting to rub them in circles over it.

She slumps back against me, eyes never leaving either my own or my ministrations or even her own expression which she’s too shy to admit of watching ‘’You like it? Like daddy touching you like this?’’ I whisper as the song gets quieter before the chorus. I let my fingers run lower to pick up some of her own juices before I start rubbing them properly against her clit. I’ve watched her touch herself enough times to know how to dot it myself. (She’s been a bad girl for some time so her punishments were always to finish herself of on her own, without daddy helping which didn’t satisfy her as much).

Her right hand shoots up grabbing onto my forearm but I don’t stop just speed the motion and bite onto her neck ‘’I l-love it, daddy, I love it so much!’’ she manages out legs spread wide open, back arching. I can see how close she’s getting, eyes shutting breath coming out in short spurts so at one point before she can come I remove my hand completely watching as she slumps against me crying out just as the singer of this song sings out a high-pitched part.

Opening her eyes, she’s desperate almost angry as she looks at me through the mirror, but I’m tugging the panties off harshly which has her shutting up, and whining as I force her to close and bend her legs so the panties can come completely off her.

‘’Don’t stare at me like that baby girl, you will be punished.’’ She only pouts at me eyebrows furrowed while I triumphally hold the panties in my hand ‘’Eyes on the mirror slut. Want you to see how filthy you are…you ruined your panties completely.’’ I add on bringing the material closer, to take a whiff and make a show of it, her body relaxing as she gets more aroused at the sight, her scent filling my nostrils pleasantly. Another thing I have to do later is eat her out.

Stuffing the panties into the pocket of my sweats, I cock my head up meting her frustrated eyes ‘’Look at that pretty cunt.’’ I say in wonder reaching down again to spread her lips apart ‘’What a sight, so pretty.’’ She squirms as I stay still and just openly admire her because my point is to make her embarrassed and beg for me.

It’s not hard to pick up on the voices from outside, Taehyung clearly recognizable as well as Jimin as his laughter resonates around reaching us as well ‘’Do you think someone is watching us now?’’ I whisper glancing towards the closed doors, but from her perspective she has some of it blocked by the chair ‘’Just peeping in getting themselves off, of seeing you like this?’’ thanks to the music I slap at her thigh happily a few times watching as it colours prettily into bright pink.

‘’Daddy!’’ she hiccups grabbing onto my forearms again, but her expression turns into one of despair.

‘’Fucking slut.’’ I almost hiss, patting her cunt again the wetness quick to wetten my fingers. She tenses up but only bends her legs keeping them up, while with my middle finger despite the slightly awkward angle, I do prod it at her entrance. She whines fingernails digging into my arms, but I continue on sinking my finger inside of her, cursing to myself because she’s tight and already clenching, her wetness and heat perfect as I push my finger almost till my knuckle in.

‘’That’s it, relax.’’ I coo pressing a kiss to the side of her head, as she does do as I say and tugging my finger out it’s easier the second time to push it in. Her chest deflates as she exhales, clearly enjoying my ministrations. So, I start to do it slowly and gently, not giving her much and only building up her frustration. And the kisses I start pressing to the side of her head, and then cheek are the complete opposite, sweet and gentle.

‘’Does my slut want more?’’ I ask easily picking up on the voices of my members outside, further away this time but laughing loud. It gets my blood pumping quicker and adrenaline rushing, the sight before me ruining me too ‘’Want daddy to fuck you here like this? Want them to see you full of my cum? See you spread open, ha slut?!’’ I slap her thigh again getting her to yelp, but end up moaning as I push another finger in, the shudder that leaves her making me stop and tug my fingers out.

‘’No, d-daddy please, I’m a good girl, please don’t stop…’’ she’s quick to cry out pleading me with tears spilling down her beautiful cheeks.

‘’Shhhhh.’’ I’m quick to soothe her hugging her for now and rocking us left and right ‘’Your daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?’’ she pouts but nods along staring at me with big sad eyes ‘’Yeah so good. Stand on your knees for a moment, would you?’’ she’s eager to move forward and do so, gathering her own dress and tugging it up, to keep her cunt revealed ‘’Such a well-mannered girl, making daddy proud.’’ I coo, pushing the top of my sweats and boxers down finally freeing my cock, precum already having ruined my boxers.

‘’Please…’’she whines making me nod and motion down, hands placed onto the floors as I brace myself giving her a mischievous look and crooked smile.

‘’You know what to do.’’ I simply say not moving despite hearing the boys louder than before, Jimin being his giggling self, right in front of the door. I watch mesmerized half expecting her to back away and cover both of us up, but no she grabs my cock, bringing out an involuntarily gasp as she spits in her hand and then spreads her saliva over me. She’s quick to back down, and make quick work to sink herself down. It has me groaning in pleasure at the sweet friction, and tight wetness surrounding me while she whines it turning into a sweet long moan, at the burn that is quick to fade away judging by the way she clenches and unclenches.

‘’You need to be quiet baby girl.’’ I say regretfully before she can raise up fully and drop back down again. Watching her expression through the mirror, I’m left lovestruck at how erotic she is, cheeks flushed still, expression dazed. She bites hard onto her lower lip, the moans getting stuck in her throat as she drops back down again. I bring my hands to her hips to help her along, but she continues stubbornly, to slowly tortuously slowly raise up and down. It’s for the better I don’t want to blow my load to quickly, I want to tease her more, but not painful so.

The boys seem closer which has her halting turning around panicked ‘’Move.’’ I order through my teeth, as she just got in hang of the rhythm of a slow built up.

‘’B-but, b-but the b-boys…’’ with a slap to her thigh she gets the message and leans forward letting the dress drop regretfully covering us, but she gabs onto my legs and suddenly slams herself back down.

I bite into my own fist to prevent a shout, the way she sets this brutal pace is just maddening ‘’That’s it…’’ I barely manage to get out, as she starts to properly ride me using me to just get off. Its what she’s best at after all, and thanks to the sport she plays weekly, her things endure a lot until she gets tired. But then the handle rattles, and it has me regretfully grabbing her shoulders and force her down completely onto me keeping her there. Readjusting the sweats over my ass, I make sure she pulls the straps of the dress back in place and that the skirt remains hiding everything, as I cross my legs under her, the movement having her moaning accidentally.

‘’What are you two doing?’’ Jimin asks making my head snap up to see the members entering the room.

‘’Cuddling don’t you see?’’ I go along wrapping my arms around her giving my dongsaeng a glare. I shift my hops the tiniest bit which has her muttering a harsh curse, earning herself and immediate smile from me.

‘’You cuddle all the time Hyung.’’ Jeongguk complains. Staring through the mirror I tense up as they all crowd in, but head for their bags that are placed near Y/N’s too as they’ve all left them in the corner when we came here. Taehyung is quick to get his, and smirks just then settling against the mirror by Y/N’s feet.

‘’Isn’t it too hot for cuddling, you’re both sweating.’’ He points which has me pretending to look at Y/N that quickly wipes away the sweat from her forehead as she shakes her head but keeps quiet. I glance at her cheeks but she must have run her hands earlier over to wipe away the tears from before.

‘’No, we’re fine. We’re just basking in love as they say.’’ I offer an award-winning grin ‘’And you, you like cuddles as much as anyone there’s no downside to them so quiet.’’ I argue back with him who only snorts but nods in agreement.

‘’Hey are you okay Y/N-ah?’’ Jimin picks up noticing the lack of words and enthusiasm from before from my girlfriend. Why is he always so observant in the wrong moments? I rub my fingers prominently across her ribs, reminding her silently not to give us away. But a thought daunts onto me. What if she wants to do it? To reveal what’s really happening beneath the skirt? It would only take one wrong move and the boys would see everything.

‘’I’m fine.’’ She replies shakily and coughs as he furrows his brows kneeling next to me, as I gently pat over her arm ‘’I just gotten sleepy, I didn’t sleep so good tonight.’’ She’s good, she’s really good.

‘’Oh no I’m sorry to hear that.’’ Jimin goes on worriedly ‘’We should take you out to eat and then sleep. An empty belly is not right.’’ He goes on cheerfully ‘’Yah hyung stop hogging her to yourself so much!’’ he goes on disapprovingly. And I know he means well I know perfectly well but right now he’s pushing it.

‘’I’m not the one keeping her here.’’ I reply making my point across by letting go of her. I watch through the mirror as her eyes widen, and she’s quick to throw herself back, the back of her head almost slamming into my face, but she manages to sloth it onto my shoulder as well as throw her arms around my head, squishing me to her.

‘’I’m clingy! I haven’t seen my boyfriend in weeks, Oppa you don’t know how much I’ve missed him!’’ she goes on pretty convincingly which I think surprises all of us this sudden outburst. It makes everyone suddenly burst into laughter as she remains frozen while I glance around them even Jimin who joins in. Luckily Taehyung who has gotten up wraps an around the shorter boy.

‘’Just let them be hyung.’’ Tae starts ‘’One day you’ll be the same don’t even deny it.’’

‘’Hey.’’ Jimin complains as they start walking away ‘’I wouldn’t be…’’

‘’So, I take that you’ll be staying here for a bit?’’ Namjoon kneels on my side while Y/N shoos Jeongguk away who goes in to tease her. She’s clenching around me from the panic, which isn’t helping me at all.

‘’Yeah…’’ my voice breaks which I mask with a cough ‘’We’ll catch up with you in a few. Y/N phone is charging so…’’

He nods in understanding luckily not checking if I’m lying or not, while I grab onto Y/N hips forcing her back, a whimper leaving her lips but Jeongguk is too preoccupied with laughing.

‘’Alright then, I’ll order your usual’s then.’’ Namjoon goes on politely smiling as he back away dragging the maknae along, Jin waiting for them at the door.

‘’Later!’’ the oldest greets as Y/N finally let’s go of my face, so I can wave goodbye too as they walk outside with cheers, and close the door behind them. Sighing in relief I turn forward to meet the horrified expression that my girlfriend has put on. Before she can protest I roll my hips forcing her to catch herself on her hands, while I start to shift and manhandle her onto her knees.

‘’What a good baby girl I have, not only is she gorgeous…’’ as I position her so she won’t faceplant, I push the skirt over her back to see how we are connected and thrust experimentally to see if she’s going to push me away or not ‘’…she’s also very obedient…’’ another thrust this one has her moaning louder than any time before today ‘’…and so so good for her daddy, making him so proud that he’s going to give her, her reward finally. Only good sluts get rewards, don’t they?’’

‘’I’m daddy’s good slut, daddy’s…ahhhh’’ she stammers out as I’m quick to pick up a brutal pace, thankfully not having danced much so I have the energy but also the frustration piled up enough to make me just mindlessly fuck her. The grip I have on her hips must be to tight, and the way my own knees dig into the floor is uncomfortable borderline painful but I know she’s into it. Mixing pain and pleasure and judging by her moans she’s getting close too. My spine fucking tingles all over, hips breaking the rhythm as the knot tightens in my stomach.

‘’You close?’’ I ask breathless licking my lips, sweat again now properly dripping down my forehead. She isn’t doing good either, her tight bun now undoing on its own, strands already having fallen down around her head.

It gives me an idea. I reach up tugging her hair from the bun just to wrap it around my wrist. It has her crying but out in pleasure (I know the difference between the two) at the burn on her scalp, while I keep my hips slamming against her ass the slapping noises overpowering the song. But it also has me staring down at her ass at how it jiggles. Its fucking glorious.

‘’D-d-daddyyy I-I’m…p-p-pleaseee…’’ I allow myself to grin and tilt my head up to stare down at her as she looks at me through tears. She’s getting overwhelmed but godsdamn she’s just so fucking gorgeous.

‘’Cum for me, slut. Want to feel how tight you can get, your sweet little c-c…ahhh shitttt…’’ I curse as she tightens immediately. Letting go of her hair she cries out head falling down, and I’m upset I don’t get to see her beautiful expression but she does clench impossibly tight which has me grabbing onto her hips almost forcing myself in. Luckily, she is wet enough, but her grip has me coming in seconds after she does.

I try and hold my composure but I find myself, leaning forward practically forcing her to hold me up until it clicks in my mind that I’m probably putting too much of my weight on her. I drop my hands on the ground with a pant, finally supporting my own weight, as I pull out feeling sensitive even more as the air hits my softening cock, which has me hissing ‘’Oh baby, you really did a number on me, fuck…’’ I admit.

‘’You okay?’’ she chuckles glancing back.

‘’I should be asking you that.’’ I reply and straighten up, tugging her by her waist off her knees and to let her rest against me as I sit back down again ignoring the cold floor.

‘’I’m peachy.’’ She replies with a smile on, hands readjusting the straps of her dress which I loosened up a bit ‘’Could really go for some food, and a nap though.’’ She admits staring at me through the mirror with a smile.

‘’Or another orgasm.’’ I propose which has her choking and turning to me around with wide eyes.

‘’Not enough trouble for one day? We almost got caught!’’ she goes on staring worriedly.

‘’But that’s what you like isn’t it?’’ another flush re-colours her cheeks back ‘’Stop complaining and give me a kiss to thank your daddy properly.’’

Surprisingly she doesn’t hesitate or roll her eyes like she likes to do, but turns around on my lap, and is quick to wrap her arms around me, lips landing on my own. I squeak in surprise but gladly melt into the kiss which she leads, and this time around I let her enjoying when her tongue darts over my lips teasingly. But then my stomach is the cause of which we part as I only now get aware how hungry I am.

‘’Food and nap then?’’ she asks smirking widely as I nod and just want to keep her close to me. I’m a very lucky man. Very, very lucky. Just as she starts to get up she’s quick to lean in and steal another kiss, making me chuckle.

‘’What was that for?’’ I ask curiously.

‘’Thank you, daddy.’’

My heart flutter at how adorable she is ‘’You’re welcome baby girl.’’

Copyright 2019© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

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Casserole vampire au plz? 😶😶😶😶

You mean sexy biting? Yes, yes good. Since @justanartsysideblog already has a classic vampire AU, here is a Modern Vampire AU! 

Melarue belongs to @justanartsysideblog of course

NSFW!

Fang Fling

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“I am getting trashed tonight!” Shokrakar laughs, twirling around in her bikini top and short-shorts. Her black, curly hair bounces from its pigtails and the light catches along the body glitter she has generously coated her body with. 

Kass rolls her eyes, but smiles at the other woman’s antics. Her own outfit is revealing, though not quite as provocative. She chose a regular crop top instead of the string bikini, and her shorts are high waisted. She decided against the body glitter because that never turns out well for her.

“You sure that’s the best idea, Shok?”

“The wig looks good, Kass, stop questioning it!” 

Kass sighs and looks back in the mirror. The wig looks weird. Her tight, coily curls hidden under a bald cap where a special made soft pink wig rests on top. She has bangs and they’re pink! It’s a long wig too, the tips reaching past her collarbone which is a trip. She’s used to hair that grows out, not down. 

The wig had been Shok’s suggestion. Something different! Something fun for the bonfire tonight! This ridiculous bonfire tonight. 

Sure, Kass could use the distraction from…everything. After breaking up with Qal and then pursuing her Master’s like she’s always dreamed, she hasn’t had the ability to just relax and have a good time. Undergrad was defined by her relationship with Qal and now that she’s done with her Master’s and has a publishing job lined up for her in the next month…well, it’s time to let loose a little. So when Shokrakar said she was heading out to an island with some friends for a festival, Kass uncharacteristically agreed to go. 

Now she’s here, dolled up in way too short shorts and a pink wig that Qal would have despised. That thought alone endears her to it just a bit more. It’s not her thing usually, but she can work with it tonight. 

By the time they get the beach, it’s dark and the bonfire is already lit, smoke billowing up into the night sky. Bass heavy music fills the night, the ground vibrating with the beats. Drunk beach goers sway and dance and sing nonsensically along with the song that Kass doesn’t recognize. 

Shok laughs and seems to immediately fall into the swaying bodies, dancing and drinking - wait, when did she get that drink? They just got here! Kass looks around and only sees people with drinks, but no actual place to get a drink. Is this something she missed in undergrad while sheltered and relegated to attending a minimal number of classes? How to navigate a beach bonfire party? Or at least where to find a drink? 

Even when she’s trying to let loose, things are complicated it seems. Whatever, she can dance without a drink. Picking up on the beat and swaying forward with her hips, Kass joins in the dancing. She sways and gyrates and jumps, sweating her worries away into the night. 

Oh now why didn’t she do this sooner? Like right after she dropped Qal? This would have been ten times better than the gallon of ice cream she sobbed into as she picked up her broken pieces. But then again, if she hadn’t done that, she doesn’t suppose she’d be here. Well, she’s here now, whole and happy and dancing because damn if she doesn’t have the rest of her life to look forward to! 

“Woo!” She shouts, throwing her hands into the air.

“Get it, girl!” A partygoer shouts and Kass laughs, wiggling her hips a little more. There’s some hollering and while at first it’s unnerving, she finds it sorta nice. Everyone is dancing and cheering and having a good time. 

A girl passes by in a blue wig, or maybe she dyed it, and offers Kass a drink, but she refuses it. She’d like to stay sober for this, she thinks. She wants to remember this feeling. She’d bottle it if she could, it’d be so much better than any alcoholic beverage - just…the feeling of freedom and accomplishment, the knowledge that for once she is in control of her life and things are good. 

She turns around and her eyes open just enough to see through the fire the face of someone so beautiful and out of place, she wonders if she just imagined them. They’re taller than many of the party-goers, pale with dark hair and eyes so alert that they can’t be intoxicated like almost everyone else. They seem familiar, but she can’t place exactly where or why.

Kass blinks, expecting them to be gone, but they’re still there - her pale blue eyes meeting their liquid silver ones through the flames. They are an intense kind of beautiful, the kind that you find in the hallowed pages of couture magazines, all angles and perfect skin, eyes so sharp you feel them even through the page. 

Normally, Kass would blush and avert her gaze, what chance does she stand with someone like that? While they are all angles and lithe beauty, she is soft and full, sweet looking but not a true beauty. Her nose is just a bit too big, her eyebrows not quite full enough, her figure not as firm as it could be. 

But tonight is not a normal night and Kass is wearing a pink wig and damned if she is going to let herself fall into the shadows tonight of all nights. She maintains their gaze and sways her hips, slow and sensual. She bites her lower lip, letting the plump skin fall away as she skims a hand down her body.

What is she doing? This is insanity, why would - oh heavens, they’re heading towards her. They move with the grace of a cat, not minding any of the gyrating dancers and somehow managing not to touch any of them. 

Her heart races as they close enough for her to see that they are even more gorgeous up close. They’re not quite as tall as she, but they have a presence that makes her feel small in an oddly delicious way.

“You are enthralling,” they murmur, leaning in close to her ear. It seems like they are going to take to dancing with her like some of the others, but they don’t even touch her, just lean in close  to whisper in her ear.

She blushes, but doesn’t stop herself from replying, “You’re not so bad yourself.” There seems to be this invisible barrier between them, just a thin layer where they aren’t touching and she finds she hates that. She wants to touch them, wants them to touch her. Not to be presumptuous, Kass moves her body and elongates her neck, just to be inviting. 

They break the barrier. They reach up and brush a hand across her cheek. “What is your name?”

“Kass,” she breathes, leaning into them.

“Kass,” they whispers before closing the distance and kissing her. Their lips are soft and perfect and they taste like…like…oh she doesn’t know, but they are a seriously good kisser. They move their move perfectly against hers, tongue slipping out to tease her lips. She gives in easily, leaning more fully into them. 

Her hands slide into their soft, silky hair while theirs seem to travel all over her body at once. They’re at her waist, cradling her face, gripping her behind. 

She gasps into their mouth and a moan escapes her. 

Oh it has been way too long since she’s been properly kissed like this. Has she ever been kissed like this? It doesn’t matter, she guesses, as long as it doesn’t stop. 

She doesn’t know their name and they’re her entire world right now. Crazy. Crazy amazing. 

This is so out of character for Kass that she doesn’t even know what she’s doing, but whatever it is…she doesn’t want it to ever stop. She feels unstoppable and sexy and on fire in the best of ways. 

And then they break away.

She makes a noise of protest but they give her a quick reassuring peck and take her hand. 

“Come with me,” they purr and yes, oh yes, she wants to go with him. She’ll go anywhere with them if they just promise to keep kissing her like that. 

They lead her away from the bonfire and to a large piece of driftwood. She turns around, about to ask them what’s going on when they’re kissing her again and all trains of thought leave her. She moans into their mouth and gives into the sensations filling her body. Their hands feel more purposeful now, skimming up her sides to swells of her breasts. 

Yes, touch me please, she thinks and wonderfully, they do. They cup her breasts, trail their hands down her stomach then around to her behind, grasping it and pulling her closer to them.

“You are vision,” they say, breaking their kiss only to pepper kisses along her cheek and down her neck. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Their tongue darts out along her neck and an electric shiver runs through her, making her whimper. Pleasure builds into a throb within her that seems only relieved by their mouth. They kiss and lick and tease her neck in the most amazing, sensual way that leaves Kass gasping with pleasure. Some part of her recognizes how strange this is, but another part, the bigger, happier part is just enjoying the feeling of this beautiful person lavishing attention upon her like this. 

A sharp, brief sting in her neck draws her from her thoughts, but that pain is quickly replaced with the greatest euphoria she has ever experienced. 

“Oh!” she moans openly, her hand coming up to cradle their head as they likely suck the most incredible hickey into her neck. And she can’t bring herself to care. So what if she has the world’s worst hickey? It’s worth it for this. 

Pleasure so intense it has her clenching her thighs together, aching for them to touch her, to relieve this pressure. 

“Please, please, oh.” If she were aware of how desperate she sounds, she’d probably be quieter, but all she knows, all she feels is this need for them. For more. 

Taking the not-so-subtle hint, they sneak a hand between their bodies and undo the button and zipper to her shorts to slip a hand inside. They cup her and rub her until she is a keening mess, grinding into their hand, their mouth still working her neck. 

Who knew my neck was so sensitive like this? She certainly didn’t know! She’s been missing out, clearly.

They work her so well that it doesn’t take long for her pleasure to reach its peak in a glorious, explosive fashion. She bites her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, and even then, her mewls of satisfaction escape. 

They remove their hand from her, redo her shorts and lift their head from her neck. Their eyes are hooded with pleasure and she wants to ask them where they can get a room to finish things properly. 

“Thank you, Kass,” they say and she snorts.

“I should thank you.”

They smile and she leans forward, wanting to kiss them again. 

“You stepped away from the party for fresh air,” they say and she stops, her mind growing foggy.

“I stepped away…”

“For fresh air,” they finish. They glance to her lips and sigh, “You have no memory of me or our interlude.” 

“I have no memory of you…”

**

One month later…

Kass walks into Serpent’s Publishing with a giant smile on her face and a bigger container of coffee that will help her get through the day. It’s her first day and she is not going to be foggy just because she seems to be plagued with recurring…sex dreams of a faceless figure from the night of the bonfire. Nope. She is here to kick editing butt and knock the socks off of her boss, and that is what she is going to do.

She drops her stuff off at her cubicle before walking to the break room where a welcome breakfast is being held for the new members of the team. She is perusing the bagels when she looks up and sees…well, the CEO and founder of the company, Melarue Bre’Atishmanerathe. They are even more striking in person, she realizes. They’re tall for an elf, with the most incredible silver eyes she’s ever seen. Their jet black hair is shorter than what she’s seen in pictures, and she wonders if they cut it recently. Still, there is no mistaking them for anyone other than Melarue. 

Taking a deep breath, and temporarily forgoing the bagels, Kass walks right up to them and sticks out her hand.

“Kassaran Tashorit, I’m a new editor, and I am so excited to be working for you.”

[ramblingshit]

Jane Eyre - 1996 - 2/5

what even is acting. what even is a script.

wasn't gonna do this one but fuck it's aunt petunia and rogue. here we go.

lots of credits fairo. more credits. damn fukin eh - i hear you're a wicked child! lol hi. now we're talking about hell and where bad people go. 'keep well and not die' ahaha m8. fkn reed putting seed in that she's a liar. teach her at her prospects, don't let her come back, she's a lying little shit take her away from here. he's appropriately scary oh shit she's saying this in front of the priest. damn tear that lady a new one. unruly, obstinate, wicked, deceitful, man these people hate kids who act out. walks in and damn she's on teh stool already - IS THAT THE LADY FROM PERSUASION. damn she just got here and he's telling everyone to not trust her, she doesn't get to eat and has to stand - she's just done hours of travelling fuckin assholes. IT IS THE LADY FROM PERSUASION. shes got dark hair and dark eyes and shes like glaring at everyone like shes onna kill him in their sleep. lol enjoy helen while she's alive. eatin bread and cheese in bed like she's not gonna get crumbs. omg telling these kids how to stand properly what why this lady hate her she's gonna cane her for not washing her hands. bish doesn't even flinch go helen. 'cleanliness is next to godliness' alright crazy. this school is a lot more chill than most of the others - they're laughing and doing what they want as well as learning and playing games. making jane out to be a pro artist. oh no ol mate saw her with her hair out. no dont cut it. 'vanity?' shes out here with naturally long, red and curly hair and he's out here calling her vain? because he recognises it as lovely she must be vain about it? what a fkn dickhole get off your high horse sexist moron pig anus head. what. he's saying her naturally  iwgh what i don't even understand his shit - it isn't offending him thats the issue its her naturally occuring sin and vanity (because her hair exists?) that is the issue??  what. lol go Jane. NO. oh fuck go Jane go. this guyyyy. don't do it Jane. chin held high she only does it when Helen nods at her to. DAAAAAAAAMN. took of her own bonnet. if Helen's hair goes so does Janes. they stood together looked at each other and flipped their heads over for him to go snip snip, bish looked shock and actually stepped back in horror. What a bae. Helen's fkn dying send help. fuck this lady should not be working with children considering how much she hates children. o shit where's helen. her beds all rolled up. can hear her hacking away in the distance. yikes that sounds bad. jane be creepin. oh fuck she's a terrible actress even as a kid. who honestly thinks its a good idea to hire her. she lying in her dying friend's bed and she's breathing all over her. isn't anna paquin australian? no? ah new zealand fairo. oh fuck Helen's daed. she's trying to squeeze out tears ahah oh no. she can't manage it. anna go back to new zealand you suck at acting who hired you ever. Riparoonies helen. that was actually the greatest jane and helen moment i've seen tbh. oh damn cool transition as she walked from helen's grave - she went from kid to adult. whats this part down the midde all of them got. Miss Temple fam, persuasion lady, fantastic lady, crying as Jane leaves like her mumma. this jane is long-flat-faced with a long protruding jaw, and very tall and skinny. thornfield looks like its already burned down ahaha. straight up castle here. she's got her drawing stuff as well as her bag. nice friendly ol mate meets her and opens the gates - big ass square this is some game of thrones shit yearh this place is like medieval more than victorian. the middle parted hair and the curled twists behind her head they're pretty much exactly the same in most Janes. all chillin and chatting about this together rather than completely separate. adele actually legit sounds french rather than just pretending? noice. dreary, cold, dark halls. her room is bright and airy with a four-poster bed and bay windows and lots of very nice furniture. river runs beside it; enormous tapestries; main gallery with lots of furniture and paintings and sculpures all covered in sheets with windows open to let in light; the doors are very large and heavy. Janes got a very long neck she looks legit like a fkn swan lmao. ooh a rochester backstory. well-travelled, intelliegent, can't tell if he's talking in jest or in earnest, or if he is pleased or irritated, not a happy man. they're just walking about in his rooms. the sun shines bright but cannot reach them through the thick mist. they're very soft-spoken. god her head is so far forward she's like the alien - long ass neck stretching forward and then her chin and jaw stretching wayyyy forward. wack wack anatomy.  it's very dark and dreary. she's off for a walk leaving adele to do like 5 sums. oh she's been here five minutes and they're already meeting. the music is like ... not appropriately intense? he just sorta looked at her, the horse tripped over and then he was on the floor and she's like whoops uh you alright bro. he's outright lying and pretending that he's not rochester his hair is grotty he's got like no hair on top they've just tries to scraggle it. this is so stunted and awkward. i hope it gets better. he's very gentle and she's pretty nonexistent to far. my god very gentle man. what. is he even rochester? that's a german shepherd. noice. playin chess by himself by the fire lol. this movie would be made infinitely better by an actual soundtrack. they're all chilling together again it's interesting - adele and fairfax and rochester and jane. wait she's been here 4 months. it literally didn't show anything about her chilling here. she talked back and now he's grumpy lol. what a terrible start compared to like... every other first convo. isn't she supposed to be not great at piano and yet she's teaching adele -- wait now we're at another convo between the duo. this convo is the other half of --- wait now we're talking sketches? jesus she hmm what are they talking about she's being forward and fuck her chin twists forward as she speaks she kinda looks like the wicked witch of the west. he's judging her drawings like he can do better. this is a mess? the best part about this so far is adele.  there's no sense of time. adele is gorgeous honestly. she's pale and gaunt with bags beneath her eyes. wait here's the next part of the conversation. blunt and brusque replies from her. god they're so obviously acting its painful. they have no chemistry because the CONVERSATION IS ALL OVER THE PLACE. they've done it on pruspose to try stretch things out a bit but like plz EY why he scrunch up the drawing wtf. 'and remember the shadows are as important as the light'. dudes. these are private conversations? it would be alright to try it more naturally but they're just not the kind of things you casually say. it's impersonal and there's no intimacy. sit there and watch a kid dance to the sound of a music box. he's so grumpy looking. now snapping at the kid. he's annoying. like a violent dude he feels more like a nice guy quick to snap - definitely kinda unhinged. and now drunk. hmm i don't like it. she told him not to be mean to adele and he rages about her mother, 'you've made adele feel unwanted and unloved' damn this Jane goes for the throat. she's too good for him I can see it now m8. he's a psycho run. red flag red flag. don't like it. lol he wake up like huh.... oh look beds on fire... huh... well suppose i should sort it out... huh... fuck they're barely acting huh. do they even want to be here. how much are these guys getting paid. he's literally a drunk. and has she had a drink in her life? she just went for it? omg so impersonal - isn't he supposed to be already half in love with her by this point? camera angle just flicks forward and back as the conversation goes on and when theres action it just pans back to the widest shot ever lol just show the entire scene why give any emphasis or focus to anything who needs reaction shots and feelings of being in it rather than observing it. fkn ey. he's literally just an angry blitering brooding drunk yikes. he's staring at her tits? these conversations man... he definitely just said jade instead of jane. m8 don't tell me he didn't. there's more intimacy between all the servants and jane and feeling more like an actual squad living together than there is any feeling between rochester and jane. adeles got a frog lol cute. 'you're a fool,' jane tells her reflection. this music is so shit it's bringing everything down. rochester, who's been an unfeeling ass the whole time, holds her hand once and now she's got a big crush on him. she's very spirited - to the point where she could too easily be cruel. like it's not just a repressed forcefulness it's like a hidden rage. can see her going mad and chopping someone up with icy rage and poised pleasure. wonder if i'm in a mood and interpreting this wrong? but honestly. dancing rochester now? instead of singing. adele is glaring at Mrs Ingram who just insulted jane lolol go kid she's definitely the best part. the background people actually make this place feel alive and natural, completely unlike their FUCKING AWFUL conversations. jesus what. god could you have two people less interested in each other? i think this fairfax knows about bertha. there's a 'tapestry bedroom'? lol what does that mean. they're dancing, playing cards, piano, the lot. oh the walls are literally covered in tapestries, that's creepy af. theres so much blood my dude would be dead yo. will hurt like doesn't know how to act. wwait theyve skipped my 'fav scene'?? theyre shaking hands again, wtf is this. wait what shes just met stjohn n he;s the one telling her all about the reeds? petunias dying 'love me then or hate me as you will - you have my full and free forgiveness' - i cant forgive any version that misses that out: its so powerful as part of her character. stalking her while he smokes in the dark what a creeper. 'how cuold you be so stupid!' lol fight him Jane i dont even know how we got to kissing likr the movie is almost 2 hours and yet it feels SO rushed. literally took away all the secret courting and his sneaky declarations. shes a modern woman trapped in an old age.  she is so skinny. and with entirely stiff expressions. ew he makes me so uncomfortable. theyre not even trying lol. acting ey acting have u heard of it. just left jane at the altar like bye bitch.shes just in a giant empty ugly room. bertha is a very young and frightened girl but also very sick in the typical long white dress and long dark hair. god this guy is a whingebum. bertha understands everything he's saying. oh yikes lol she just whipped a log from the fire and went after Jane and Jane just put her veil back down with like a sigh turned and yeeted slowly away long ass veil over a white bonnet, silk cape thing in a dark hallway walking all miserable. she's outies lol he's just let her walk out? i love u and i love u. bye. bertha's taken another log from the fire and lit the wedding dress on fire along with the house ahaha. wait he let her leave the house then ran after her on horseback but had to stop after bertha lit the place on fire it started burning and we're actually seeing it happen? interesting. the house is burning, pepople are running, bertha's on the battlements and rochester is going up there to --oh fuck grace poole got yeeted over by bertha oh she's flying ahahaha jumped down to where she threw grace poole. rochesters in the fire. jane's off and racing. it's all happened at once. she went to stjohns, didn't even get dumped in teh marshes but down she goes after chilling in a coach for 3 days. shes been there a month. her jaw is so long and forward its creepy. again one fo the few telling her that she's wealthy from inheritance from her uncle. more backstory. she was deeply loved by her parents, now she's wealthy, lifes looking up but she's all upset after than asshole lol move on and be happy. she's hearing his voice on the wind like please chill. damn 6months. what. um. he's very awkwardly trying to propose? but its like the last half of the conversation with the first bit just cut out. so weird. she looks normal face-on. oh she decides after the proposal to go back - none of that chasing after voices nonsense. whoops that shit burned downnn. doggoooo is still alive. what a good boy. fuck me there's like no anticipation, no intensity, no build-up, no chemistry, it's so dry and cold and heartless. christ acting. act. acting. act. please. act. what is happening. act. she has the neck of a swan ol mate. fucking gross. their words are stilted, and not romantic in the slightest and especially not in their delivery. theyre walking with no kids but the dog but they're talking about the kids. oh my god. that was pretty fkn awful. like seriously not good.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

✨how did you get into MK? what position do u usually sleep in? How often do you spend on a piece of art that you take from sketch to colored? What are your favorite snack foods? Do you get your hair cut every 6 weeks and do you stick with the same look?✨

hmm mk is a bit of an anomaly for sure….even tho ive been sifting around webcomics for abt a decade now, i really only ever am keeping up w a handful and rarely actually pick up any new ones. i’m the same way w like, all other forms of media, like shows and music and stuff…its not like even me being all too critically picky, coz i can hardly ever convince myself to check out shit i know i do/will like. but anyways i suppose it was a couple yrs ago and me freezing my ass off in a barely-insulated terrible expensive apartment while dying of depression & it was the middle of the night & i wasnt tired, and sometimes i reread a comic coz i realize ive completely lost track of the plot or characters or something…so i was doing that and there was a guest comic by the artist for mk & i was like, well you know, thats cute and funny and i like how they draw, i’ll just put this in a separate tab and maybe come back to look at their comic for once in my life b/c its not like i hve anything better to do at like 4am. so i finished my reread and figured i’d check out at least a bit of mk & when it drops kip on you right off it took me like 2.5 pgs to he like “well so………he’s gay right? and a nerd?” and so then i was like, obviously i have to follow through on this Gay Lead. b/c i mean, you never really go into anything assuming that anybody will actually get to be Not Straight, no matter how obvious it seems b/c you can’t trust anyone. so even though its right there and makes no sense for him to be straight i was still like going along trying to keep my hopes down even tho there’s no other interpretation….even when the surprise came that he has a beautiful Ex Boyf & i had like a heart attack b/c that far along i was already like “woops i also love him” i was still like trying to come at it from some other angle like…… Maybe This Is Just… Um….. i dont remember but i was like ok but seriously this Has to be an ex right? i mean my god. anyway by that point i was also deeply invested in the fact that kip is v….v much many Char Types i love and xtreme relatable plus he’s flawless and deserves the best despite being doomed for the worst……. so anyways at that point it was like 7am & i was thrilled and yelling a bit about that sweet rare vindication of This Is All Gay Right and like gosh hope he gets kissed by like everybody…… and thats about how that went

oh god…… trying to find a sleeping position can be the worst a lot of the time. like, it changes up and i have to do the tossing and turning bit… sometimes its all huddled up and other times my body wants to be stretched out… im sabotaged by the whims of my body re its comfort tbh. like i’ll be fine in any position and then suddenly my limbs or hips or whatever decide they’re uncomfortable. the other week it was only sleeping on my stomach that was tolerable. i guess on avg i sleep on my side but theres no real standard position, i wish there was

phew i…honestly can rarely draw anything in a matter of less than hours. under 2 hours is shockingly rare. it depends on the day for sure, sometimes drawing comes more naturally, sometimes my focus is less terrible…. for a guess at whats average though, for like a usual drawing that i also add color to, i’d put it at maybe, 5-7 hrs? i’m awful at paying attention to when i start/stop something. and i have a lot of pauses in there b/c of the terrible focus bit. but usually i don’t do coloring thats too fancy so it only tends to add on a couple of hours to the lineart, which is helped along if i’m doing it digitally w how easy it is to erase stuff and not worry abt the sketch being too messy to clean up or whatever. sometimes i wish i could spend another eon on the coloring also, but you can spend just as much time on colors as the lineart and i like to do everything in one go too much for that really… plus just that i’m bad w colors and dont expect to ever be as good at them as with the lineart element of things. anyways tldr all you need to know is…i’m really slow :(

oh god snacks…. i love to eat anything really. i’ll make anything a snack or a meal or whatever. i like stuff like corn chips or just dry crackers… i like to eat cereal just plain… i’ll eat a box of corn chex any day. or a box of oreos probably in like one go. i am a fan of cookies and ice cream and everything. pretzel sticks are great too. fruit snacks are great… a few times ive just been in the mood to cut some like orange bell peppers into strips and eat that…carrots are amazing too… theres this cucumber/cream cheese dip that is…fantastic with chips. idk i like to eat most things

i actually used to tend to wait too long to get my haircut and put it off till it’d been like two months and was getting too long in the back and i hated it lol….. i know we’ve talked abt the Homophobia In The Salon how you have to try to wrangle the stylist into accepting that yes, you really want it that short, and keep them from trying to take it in their own direction. and i’m nervous enough w social stuff like that where i cant know what to say beforehand, and doubly nervous b/c of it being really stressful and exhausting for me to try to just like stick to what you actually want and explain this very simple cut to ppl who sometimes will act like they have no idea what you mean…and it would be triply difficult b/c back in the day i’d catch all this shit over having my hair as short as i wanted b/c my mom was having a whole internal shitstorm about me being a wholeass queer and so of course she was gonna flip out about how i look as if that will solve things for her. i always forget that i Was in fact abused for the ol “not seeming properly cishet” business. so the nervousness abt the haircut experience lingered!! but it helps that sometimes i’d find a really nice stylist who would be friendly and remember the general idea of the cut i liked, and i could stick with them and that was helpful. but for the past year i’ve really just been giving myself a continuous haircut myself w the occasional aid of a bathroom mirror, i’m not fancy. my Ideal Cut gradually got shorter and shorter over the years, w it now being maybe an inch and a half on top and shorter on the sides in that General Undercut format. i rly dont like much length on the back of the neck or by the ears lol…plus it doesnt help having glasses when your hair is getting too long. maybe it would be nice if i could someday dye it my favorite kind of blue, right. but in the meantime, as long as its short enough i’m good

[tumblunni]

Hi, I'm the anon who sent the messages about Rotom-Cyrus to TWJ. I wanted to explain myself. There are two books in Rotom's Room: one written by Charon where he says he found out about Rotom "by pure chance." So Charon is involved with Rotom (prob why he has that card) but he isn't the one who met Rotom as a kid. I don't want to spoil exactly what happens in USUM incase you haven't reached that part but it does basically confirm Cyrus is the one who wrote that account.

aaaa that suuuuuckscos literally its fuckin a book signed by charon how was i meant to know that oh the other book right next to it isnt by charon alsoand the trading card has no meaning whatsoeverand we’re just giving more sad backstory to a guy who already had a sad backstory and nope charon has no backstory whatsoever and was just super evil and everyone was right for all these years telling me i’m a jerk for liking this characterand right when basically the same thing just happened with faba seriouslyharmless comedic villain in sun and moon, is shown apparantly redeemed in the postgame, but NOPE now its retconned and he was The Most Evil One and something something lusamine isn’t bad anymore and everything she ever did is now being done by faba in the animecos hey yknow thats what i get for giving the benefit of the doubt to ~ugly people~seriously fuckin everyone hated faba right from when he was first revealed, you had people predicting his ENTIRE PLOT based on just one picture of him and his name and no information whatsoever on his personality. we all just fucking knew what was going to happen because he’s a science man with an ‘ugly’ face and he’s ~flambouyant~and then charon fuckin literally existed to be the ~worse man~ who was added to make cyrus more redeemablethats how he was treated in both mangas. he was made more evil just so cyrus could be redeemed, which was POINTLESS because we all already believed he could be redeemed! and fuck we even all already thought he had cute moments with his pokemon as a kid, geez! there’s a hundred fanarts of that same scenario but with murkrow or zubat or magikarp or houndour or sneasel...just fuckin the pokespe manga wrote a personalityless charon who murdered a child and was outright shown not being friends with rotom and actually hating rotom and getting his ass kicked by rotomand then in DPA we get not only More Evil Charon Who Kills People but also he’s drawn really stupidly over the top scary while everyone else is big eyed shoujo dorks. and our protagonist believes that everyone is redeemable except charon. lets show cyrus committing far more evil acts than charon ever did in the game, lets show him being ooc as fuck and talking about murdering pokemon while surrounded by graves. but THAT IS OKAY and our hero will insist on saying he’s redeemable but NOOOPE charon just fuckin steals some money and has an ugly grandpa face and he gets no such sympathy. he just exists to make you forget that moment of cyrus being ooc double evil. cos we literally retconned that charon was responsible for all cyrus’s evil acts last arc, even though he wasnt even in the fuckin story yetand like now my only damn consolation here is that the character i connected with when i first played the game is AT LEAST NOT THAT EVIL. but all the potential signs of headcanoning him as not evil were all false and i just should have known it. and apparantly its a better and more worthwhile plot to just give sad childhood man another pokemon he knew in his sad childhood, and the thing i thought was Really Cool And Interesting Writing didn’t actually exist. like seriously i was fuckin literally suffering from the same abusive childhood cyrus has in his backstory back when i played dppt and i DO NOT KNOW WHY but i ended up connecting with this stupid grandpa more than him and it saved me in a dark time more than him. back then i was a stupid fuck and i hated cyrus cos i saw myself in him, like i didnt want to admit that i was in an abusive family and i wanted to hate him for daring to want to take revenge against the world that fucked him over. i felt he didnt have the right, like I didnt have the right..so yeah i didnt even fully realise cyrus’s backstory until i replayed the game as an adult, but the one thing that did hit me back then was how unexpected and cool it was to turn our opinion of this jerk grandpa on its head. like i mean whoa! i didnt hate him like everyone else did, i found him pretty funny, but still i wasnt a big fan or anything until i saw that diary entry. like charon does LITERALLY NOTHING in the plot there is no reason they should have added him in a third version, he has no reason to exist unless he was meant to be the guy who introduces rotom’s new forms also added in the game. and it was such a mind blown moment! it doesnt even make him less evil! like “whoa this evil guy used to be a good kid once” could still work even if it WASNT a sign of him having potential redeemability, like it makes him so much more personally evil and horrible if he abandoned his best friend or something. I was so dissappointed you don’t get a boss battle with him, cos i went and caught that rotom and was hyped to defeat him with the pokemon he once betrayed and like there’s NONE OF THAT ANGLE if it was cyrus. it doesnt make rotom any different than any of his other pokemon that he owns right now and we know he already cares about, cos he has a crobat.and it JUST DOESNT MAKE SENSEbecause the journal SOUNDS like charon!they both talk all smart guy style but it felt more formal like how charon talksand like how charon boasts a lot, but the journal has him boasting about his friend instead. it sounds too enthusiastic to be cyrus...and like we already know where cyrus grew up as a kid and it wasnt eterna city. and he doesnt have a secret lab in galactic hq also in eterna city, like charon does. and also he’s not like friggin fifty years old so why would his childhood poke-friend be in a wrecked abandoned house if it was just ten years ago or something. and also why would they give charon this trading card where they draw the 100% evil guy having a vaguely genuine smile on his face and not looking like rotom hates him and he’s got it caged up or anything and also why would the card’s effect be all about friendship and why would they define him as The Rotom Guy and why would they even bother to give a trading card to charon if charon is a pointless character who never did anything important and had no actual relevance to this rotom wifi event except apparantly stealing a bunch of diaries from some other guy who was really responsible for it all. and why would they bother to point out that someone signed the diary if it wasnt the guy who wrote the diary, and also we are not going to sign the diary by the guy who actually wrote it. like if it was meant to be cyrus whey didnt they make it clearer?? nobody could be expected to have figured that out!also why does charon have a second rotom room in silph co in HGSS which timeline wise means he would have had it before DPPT and he’s talking about finding a rotom by chance before he ever found this diary that doesnt really belong to him. like why would he build an entire lab of form machines if he didnt own a rotom yet? how would he know enough to make them actually work for rotom if he never owned a rotom yet?why did nintendo decide to do all this if i wasnt supposed to reach the conclusion that charon had ANYTHING to do with rotom???why didnt they make it fucking clearer. why couldnt i have been saved years of clinging to this stupid ass headcanon and basing a lot of my taste in stories on the whole concept of ‘wow that was so fucking cool how they took a one dimensional looking villain and then turned it on our head with a cool reveal and made me super eager to see future stories with him’ and hey we’re not ever gonna get those and also everyone else was right and i should just give up and agree that ugly looking granddads will always be eviland why the fuck did i somehow link my self worth to such a random ass headcanon for a random ass character like seriously could someone have properly explained cyrus’s plot to me as a kid so i could have had him stop me from committing suicide instead. like seriously if they’d just made cyrus’s grandpa less hard to find and explained the plot more clearly and explained that he was the rotom kid AAAAAAAAARGHand i really didnt fucking need this, usum, right after also people started telling me that lusamine is ~really good~ and her whole child abuse plot is gone now like ha ha ha ha fucking ha lets crush bunni on two damn levelsand what is my fucking luck that this happened to happen right on the same day when i got some stupid ass anon hate and also had a horrible nightmare about my abusive fatherlike seriously dude who sent me this ask im really sorry ive had such an incoherant babbling reply to it, its just been a really bad day for me and like.. im not freaking out because of this minor headcanon being proven wrong, its just like i was already freaking out and having some random irrelevant headcanon bullshit happen right now is REALLY bad timing to push me off the edgehopefully i can calm down and come back and give a more coherant response of like.. why i headcanoned the different thing and why I’m sad its not true, even though i’m happy for you that your personal headcanon did become true instead.but like it sucks to be told ‘nope you’re not allowed to have your favourite character, his one and only personality trait was just a misconception you had’ during such a really bad timing of such an already bad daynintendo could u give us like a sassy science villain gramps who DOES have a redemption plot? or at least a plot that isnt ‘exists to be worse than the main villain’? like seriously why did it happen twice. i was happy at original sun and moon cos it felt like faba as charon but better written but then NOOOOPEjust...god...what.what sort of fuckface up in heaven decided to throw all the bad shit at me today and not at least spread it out across the rest of the week?

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The Lies We Live (Nygmobblepot, NC-17)

Summary:  Oswald did ask for it to be like this. To be handled roughly and pushed around. It’s the only way he knows this could work. Their little thing. | Read on AO3

Characters, Pairings: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma

Oneshot: 2170 words

Warnings: rated NC-17, mature content

Prompted by + dedicated to Farah. Thank you to Kris & Jen for beta reading!

“Careful!” Oswald huffs out, grimacing in pain as his back connects hard with the table he’s pushed onto. “The table is brand new, I swear if there’s so mu-”

“Shut up,” Ed hisses, roughly grabbing at Oswald’s wrists and pinning them above the smaller man’s head as he pushes himself between Oswald’s spread legs. “You’re the one asking it to be like this, don’t forget that, Oswald.”

Lips forming a visible pout, Oswald glares up at Ed, green eyes ablaze and freckled cheeks turning even pinker as he fights back a moan at the sensation of having Ed pressing up against him like this.

And, well, it’s true.

Oswald did ask for it to be like this. To be handled roughly and pushed around.

It’s the only way he knows this could work. Their little thing.

Ed moves his hips, causing their clothed erections to brush against each other.

Taking in a shaky breath and biting his lip, Oswald balls his hands into fists, straining a little against the tightening grip around his wrists.

“You do realize this massive table and giant chair are only going to make you look less intimidating, right?” Ed sneers, lips curling into a mocking smile. “More delicate.”

“Well, in case you didn’t realize it already, I no longer care about what you think, Ed,” Oswald snaps, but not without more blood rushing to his face.

The smirk on Ed’s lips widens.

“Oh, but you do,” he says, tone of his voice suddenly soft as he loosens the grip on Oswald’s wrists and brings his fingers down to run them down the side of the smaller man’s cheek. “If I told you right now, that you looked pretty, you’d feel something.”

Oswald bites his lip, chest growing tight.

Again, it’s true.

That’s why Oswald needs this to be rough and messy.

He needs it to hurt.

There’s an oddly unfamiliar look in Ed’s eyes as he continues to caress the side of Oswald cheek - almost as if he’s losing himself in the gesture. And Oswald could lose himself to that tender touch as well, every inch of his body aching in ways it only does with Ed.

Ed’s breathing hitches a little then, and just as Ed is about to lean down for a kiss, Oswald feels on the verge of suffocating.

“Are you just going to spend the whole night sweet-talking me or what, Riddler?!” he hurls out, slapping Ed’s hand away from his face.

And just like that, that odd look on Ed’s face disappears, making room for an all too familiar snarl.

Oswald lets out a pained gasp as Ed’s hand is back on his face, this time with his nails digging sharply into his cheeks.

“Oh, don’t worry, Oswald,” he hisses, leaning down until their faces are close. “I wouldn’t have called you pretty anyway. I might be a lot, but I’m not a liar.”

And with that, Ed kisses him, tongue hungrily nudging at the seam of Oswald’s lips before plunging into his mouth.

Oswald wants to push him off, reminding him of that one time he’s told Oswald exactly that - that he’s pretty.

But then a wave of something hot rocks through him as their cocks rub up against another, both of their erections straining hard against the tight fabric they’re being held back by. Oswald moans into the kiss, grabbing at Ed’s back as he tries to squeeze the man even closer in between his spread thighs.

Ed pulls off then, but remains close enough for their lips to still brush against each other. “You repulse me,” he hisses.

Oswald’s first instinct is to wince. “Oh, really?” he breathes, eyes flickering defiantly as he rocks up against Ed’s body that is snug on top of him. “This makes me quite doubt that, old friend.”

Ed lets out a soft groan, quickly pressing his lips together. He pushes himself off Oswald but remains standing between his spread legs that are dangling from the table.

“To be clear. I’m not doing this because I feel attraction to you. It’s more like a power dynamic thing. I mean, you - the Penguin submitting to me, his arch enemy, even begging me to fuck you…like a cheap whore.”

Ed’s mouth splits into a grin and he lets out a laugh, that makes the fine hairs on Oswald’s body stand up.

With a smile still on his lips, Ed gushes, “I mean - Wow. If that isn’t an ego booster, then I don’t know what is.”

Oswald is torn between punching him, knocking these irritatingly white teeth out, and thanking him.

Because after all, this is what he wants, what he needs.

“But you, on the other hand. You are attracted to me. Your whole body is aching for me, Oswald,” Ed continues, each word feeling like it’s piercing right through skin.

Ed brings his hand down, tracing the outline of the very obvious bulge in Oswald’s pants, making the smaller man inhale sharply and whimper.

“Well, not to be rude,” Oswald huffs out, biting back another moan as Ed continues to palm him through his pants.  “But how about you finally put yourself to use and actually do what I called you here for.”

Ed draws his hand back.

Oswald stops to let out a fake gasp. “Oh right, it was me who called for you to come. And here you are. So, doesn’t that really make you the whore here?”

The smirk on Ed’s face instantly disappears and Oswald’s gut squeezes tightly at the darkness washing over the man’s face. A darkness he’s grown quite familiar with.

The next second, Oswald is roughly yanked off the table by his collar, his bad leg coming down onto the ground with too much impact and making him gasp in pain.

“Ow- Ed-” he manages to yelp before he’s turned around, his arms twisted behind his back before he’s pushed face down, his cheek connecting sharply with the hard surface of the table.

In these moments, there’s always a tiny ounce of regret flickering up in Oswald. After many nights spent with Ed, he knows there is still another side to Ed, one that would make this much more pleasurable for him - less painful.

But this is how it’s supposed to be. It needs to hurt.

After quickly tugging Oswald’s pants down and exposing his backside, Ed uses the advantage of their position to land a particular sharp smack on his ass, catching Oswald by surprise and causing him to let out an embarrassing squeak.

“Spread your legs,” Ed commands, his tone of voice leaving no room for doubt that more slaps would follow if Oswald won’t comply immediately.

There’s rustling, and a small popping noise of a bottle being opened before Oswald can already feel the wet tip of a finger probing his entrance.

After a quick preparation, Oswald feels Ed’s hand on his ass, digging into the soft flesh and spreading him open as something big bluntly presses against his hole this time.

The table is too big to reach the edge on the other side, so Oswald just grits his teeth, desperately forcing himself to relax as the wide head of Ed’s cock begins to push into him, forcing itself through the tight ring of muscles before plunging inside.

Oswald whines as his tight walls squeeze around the thick flesh sliding into him, all of his senses feeling saturated with a tingling hot sensation, with nothing else to focus on besides at how incredibly tight and full he feels.

“Yesss,” Ed hisses above him, placing one of his hands on the nape of Oswald’s neck, forcing him to stay pressed flat against the table. “I have to say, I used to be surprised at how fucking tight you always feel.”

He begins to slowly pull back out, the drag of that thick and hot flesh against his tight walls making Oswald moan and his stomach twist with pleasure.

“But then I realized,” Ed continues, followed by a small chuckle. “It’s because no one would ever want to touch you,” he says and pushes his whole length back inside.

Oswald whimpers in response, squeezing his eyes shut, still trying to get adjusted to the big cock inside of him. A trickle of sweat is running down his spine before settling onto the small dimple on his lower back, right where Ed’s other hand is placed. The rhythm begins to increase a little, and so does the pitch of Oswald’s moans and cries.

Ed on the other hand remains mostly silent, with the exceptions of small grunts and groans.

Eventually, he withdraws his hand from Oswald’s neck to grip both sides of the smaller man’s hips. The thrusts get faster, causing their skin to smack loudly together and Oswald has to prop himself up on his elbows to keep his cheek from getting sore from the friction against the table.

At first, he just keeps his eyes closed, mouth hanging open to remind himself to breathe properly. But then, he blinks them open for a moment only to find his reflection staring back at him from the shiny smooth surface of the table.

Oswald just stares at himself for a while as his face twists with pleasure every time Ed hits that sweet spot inside him. He can even see the glistening shimmer his sweat has left on his face.

And just as the throbbing in his cock becomes more adamant, and his balls begin to grow tighter, Oswald dares himself to change the angle of his head a little, making him catch sight of Ed behind him, pounding into him with all he’s got.

There’s a reason Oswald mostly always prefers their encounters to be like this - with him bent over and unable to see the other man’s face let alone maintain eye contact for too long.

It’s too intimate.

And being too intimate with Ed entails risks, risks only Oswald is aware of.

Yet, still, Oswald can’t look away this time. And Ed doesn’t know he can be seen.

His mouth is hanging open, eyes closed, and there’s a small crinkle in the skin between his brows as a look of utter bliss and pleasure washes over his face. And then, Oswald can hear it reaching his ears: soft little gasps of breaths that sound an awfully lot like Oswald’s name.

And suddenly there’s warmth bubbling up in him, it’s gripping him tight, just like he is squeezing around Ed, desperate to keep him like this forever.

“Ed,” he hears himself gasp, and then the tightness spreads and spreads - and he comes with a sob, the heat finally spilling over as his cock pulses where it’s trapped against his stomach.

Ed follows moments later, coming with a groan as he finds his release while buried deep in Oswald’s body.

“Oswald,” he pants, forehead pressing against the back of Oswald’s head. “Oswald.”

And Oswald wants to just relish, drinking up that rare moment of affection. Maybe even rub it in Ed’s face that he’s in fact a liar, for pretending to not feel anything at all during this.

But Oswald knows he’s a liar to himself as well. He does crave Ed’s affection, still. After all these months.

He just pretends he doesn’t. Because he can’t.

Love is something he won’t ever allow himself to crave again, let alone feel.

So, after they’ve finished and both men have quietly dressed back up again, Oswald doesn’t lean in for a goodbye kiss, even though his lips burn for it.

Oswald knows these moments after, are always the hardest, and the ones that are the most dangerous for him.

So, he needs Ed to quickly nip that slowly rekindling flame in him in the bud.

“You do realize that hat makes you look even less intimidating, right?” Oswald taunts, as he watches Ed putting it on his head.

Ed gives him a dirty look, but remains silent.

“I mean, it makes you look even more…,” he trails off, frowning a little as he realizes he doesn’t know how to continue his insult.

“Makes me look more like what?” Ed demands, quickly filling the space between them by pushing Oswald back up against the table.

He cups his face with his leather-gloved hands, making Oswald’s breath hitch in his chest and there it is again, that dangerous warmth spreading in his chest and making his stomach flutter.

“You know, I have to admit you are quite endearing at times, Oswald,” Ed whispers, lips curling into a smug smile as he rubs his thumbs in small circles across Oswald’s cheeks, making them glow in a bright pink.

Oswald feels himself tense up, trying to fight against what’s happening in him.

But in the end he just grabs at Ed’s tie and pulls him in for a deep kiss.

The next time, Oswald swears to himself, he’d make Ed hurt him. With words. With fists. With everything.

Until finally, that kindling flame would extinguish once and for all.