#(Didn't do inktober so I settled for this)

[lynnie-ee]

Inktober Day 3; Regrets.

╰┈��"A relationship with Vil was all you could ever dream of, perfect and loving, but it seems like he doesn't want that anymore. Either way, he'll have to deal with the consequences of it; at some point, you had to move on, didn't you?."

╰►Gender neutral reader, oneshot, 1.6k words.

╰►Note: The prompts are based on words I found interesting and then I put them on a roulette to decide when I would write about them, lol. English is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes <3. Not proof read, I haven't written in a long time, so I apologise if anything is out of character.

╰►Masterlist / Inktober Masterlist.

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Loving Vil was like staring at the moon on a starry night. Beautiful, elegant, gracefully glimmering above anything or anyone, surrounded by stars but never being outshined by them. A gentle light that kept them on the right path, and that took care of them tenderly.

But cold, nevertheless. Distant, stern, perfect; a chill running down their spine when they were in his presence, as if they weren’t worthy of admiring him so closely.

The Prefect was well aware of their own flaws, as they were sometimes clumsy, sometimes impulsive, and sometimes too tired at night to worry about a night routine. Seemingly out of place next to Vil, the personification of magnificence, always sharp and confident.

Even so, (Y/n) was able to discover a new side of him, something that wasn’t possible to see through movie premieres and Magicam posts.

They got close after VDC; with the entire situation of his overblot and all of his issues, the Prefect offered their support to him one day, casually offering to listen to him if he ever needed it.

At first, Vil didn’t reach them, but then, on a bad day, he unconsciously walked all the way to Ramshackle. The housewarden of Pomefiore realised that (Y/n)’s kindness was genuine; they hadn’t been in his world for long, they didn’t realise the amount of power and success he had, and instead they saw him for himself. Maybe that was what encouraged him to pursue them in more ways than he intended at first.

He found himself falling in the arms of a magicless human, grasping every new part of them he got to know and cherish each of the sincere compliments they gave him with adoration and care. Holding them close, kissing their worries away, making sure they were healthy and content.

They were doing good, together.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

No matter how much (Y/n) tried to find him, there was always an invisible wall between them.

“We should break up.”

“…What?”

“We won’t work out; you know it as well as me.”

It all started a few days ago. A call from his manager, asking him if he planned to reveal his relationship at some point. Actors with partners lose popularity. They lose roles more often. They lose followers. It usually lasted for a few months, of course, but could Vil risk his downfall? Shouldn’t it be more difficult for him to ever think about leaving the Prefect? Shouldn’t he feel a pang on his chest at the mere thought of not waking up next to them? Shouldn’t he be able to picture himself sharing a future with them?

‘Perhaps this is just a silly romance that will forgotten in a few years. They’ll come back to their world and I’ll continue working as diligently as always.’

“I don’t understand.” The Prefect muttered, looking into Vil’s eyes, searching for doubt or hesitation, a wave of sadness invading them when they found none of it. They felt dizzy, the air of Vil’s room suffocating them as his words settled in their mind.

“It’ll be the best, for the both of us.” The housewarden stated, his words sharp but his voice compassionate. “You have always trusted me, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” They replied immediately.

“Then trust me on this, too.” Vil replied, one of his hands cupping the cheeks of the Prefect. “Let’s be honest, we’re both tired-“

“I’m not.”

“(Y/n).”

“I love you.” They muttered, their voice breaking. Vil was wonderful, supportive, patient, someone they couldn’t image themselves living without, at least in that world where they had no one else. When did they lose him…? “Don’t you love me too?”

“Perhaps that’s not enough for us.”

“It can be, Vil, just let me in. Let me understand you.”

Vil observed them briefly, (Y/n) standing before him as a complete mess that he didn’t find himself capable of fixing. He didn’t have time to play around, nor to introduce them into his world. He had decisions to make.

“I’m not sure you’ll be able to. We’re…different.”

“Are you saying I’m not enough?”

“I’m saying we may be better on our own.”

The Ramshackle student removed his hand from their face, now standing to gaze into his eyes, his message clear in their mind as they realised Vil just didn’t want to deal with them anymore. They weren’t some kind of famous singer or a wealthy artist, they were just themselves. And Vil was Vil.

‘It was bound to happen, at some point’, they thought to reassure themselves.

“I’m not going to beg you for anything else, then.” They stated as firmly as they could, even if the tears on their cheeks could indicate something else. “But I love you sincerely, and you won’t find that easily. I hope you can find what you’re looking for by yourself.”

“I wish you well, (Y/n).”

“I don’t believe in your words anymore, Vil.”

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Loving (Y/n) used to be like a bright morning on a sunny day. Warm, inviting, tender towards anyone who could turn towards them, never rejecting the opportunity of lending a hand to whoever needed it. A gentle light that kept him away from the darkest days.

Suffocating, at times, making him wish for the night to arrive just to find solace in the familiar cold.

He believed it’d be more comfortable, going back to his usual starry nights where he shined as brightly as always. The memories of his time with the Prefect going away in no time.

Except that it never happened.

He found himself waking up and looking around for them. At night, he kept in mind to remind the Prefect to clean their face and take care of their skin, only for him to remember that they weren’t staying with him anymore. At school, he didn’t have anyone to hold hands when no one else was looking. At work, he received multiple compliments about his efforts and looks, but none as sincere as (Y/n)’s words.

And (Y/n) seemed to have disappeared from every place he was in.

They were still in Night Raven College, of course, but no matter how much he looked for them or how many times he asked Epel about them, they seemed to do an excellent job at avoiding him.

“You were the one who did this, don’t go after them now.” The first-year replied to him on a particularly stressful day.

He couldn’t believe it; Him? Missing someone he took out of his life by himself? Wishing to be with a person who didn’t belong to this world? Who couldn’t understand him- No, who he didn’t allow to understand him?

Then the holidays began. He went back home, and worked as usual, doing campaigns and assisting events, as glamorous as always, never showing his pain.

“I heard you got the role of the main character for your next role! That’s amazing, you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” An older actress congratulated him in the middle of a charity party, as she seemed to be the best person to spend time amongst so many wealthy people and royals.

“Indeed. I’m very grateful to have this opportunity.” He answered politely.

“I’m excited to see how it’ll turn out- Oh, isn’t that the Prince of Sunset Savana? I haven’t seen him at an event in years.”

“What?”

Vil turned around, easily spotting Leona among so many people, but his attention was soon dragged to something else, or rather, someone else. Someone who walked along him, hand in hand. Someone who used to hold his hand before.

“(Y/n)…” He mumbled unconsciously.

They looked stunning, but it wasn’t as if they were ever bad-looking in the first place. They looked happy, peaceful even when they were surrounded by strangers who seemed as curious as him to know what was his relationship with the prince.

Perhaps Leona’s arm around their waist calmed down in such an unknown environment for them. Or maybe it was the words he whispered in their ear when they seemed to get uncomfortable.

Vil couldn’t even imagine that Leona could be attentive to someone else, but there he was, looking at (Y/n) with love, taking great pride in presenting them as his partner to anyone that asked him, no matter who was it.

“Prince Leona! It’s been so long, how have you been?” The actress that accompanied him asked the beastman as soon as they approached.

“I’ve been doing great, as you can see.” He replied, proudly holding (Y/n)’s hand.

“It’s so nice to know you have found such a beautiful partner, what’s your name, darling?”

“My name is (Y/n), is such a pleasure to meet you.”

“I can say the same! Vil, Leona is your classmate, right? Have you met his partner before?” The woman asked innocently, oblivious to Vil’s irritated mood, even though he tried to mask it.

“Well, we-“

“We meet briefly at Night Raven College, but we’re not really close.” (Y/n) interrupted, as Leona grinned quietly next to them. “And it’s been a nice conversation, but it’s getting quite late, isn’t it?”

“Do you want to leave?” Asked Leona with his regular tone, but even Vil was able to catch a certain fondness that was unusual in him.

“Yes, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course, Herbivore, let’s go home.”

“Goodbye then.” The Prefect spoke politely, gazing for the last time at him, his eyes now more confident than the last time he was able to look at them. “I hope you’re doing well, Vil.”

‘Well, perhaps I’m still stuck in the role of the villain, after all.'

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[john-kramers-left-sock]

Inktober Day 5: Maps

Pairing: John Kramer x Reader

SFW

(This is just a warm-up for inktober. Nothing really romantic or heavy happens. It's just really short fluff. I missed a bunch of days :')

Camping seemed like the best idea in the world at the time. You were tired from long hours at your desk job, so when a three day weekend came up, you jumped at the opportunity. There was a national park not too far from your house, hosting multiple camp sites where you could laze your day away in the sun. As soon as you got home from work, you packed everything up and set off for the weekend.

It started great. You set up your tent, a place to cook your meals, and kept your car nearby just in case. This camp spot was far away from other cities or towns, meaning that you had little to no signal. This seemed like a great way to detach yourself from the burdens of modern life. With a map by your side and a compass on hand, you set off into the woods, searching for a very popular swimming hole in the area.

It was a surprise to see the swimming hole completely empty, but it wasn't as if you were complaining. The water was warm and rich with minerals, making it a popular tourist spot. Already clad in your swimsuit, you set your things down before sinking into the water.

A few moments later, you hear the bushes to your right rustle slightly. A man steps out of them, a man much older than you. His white hair is receding slightly, showing off the wrinkles of his forehead. His face is thin, and his eyes give off a cold, blue color. He makes his way to the swimming hole, dipping his fingers into the water.

"Mind if I join you?" You hear him ask, his voice raspy in an attractive kind of way. He waited for any kind of permission, not wanting to disturb you.

"Oh! Of course, sure," you move over slightly to give him room, watching as the man climbs into the water. His body visibly reacts to its warmth as he involuntarily lets of a sigh of relief. You can't help but glance at him from time to time. "I'm (Y/n) by the way."

"John. A pleasure to meet you," he speaks quietly. While his eyes were distant, he didn't seem to mind your company. He leans his head back, glancing up at the sky as if he's lost in thought. "It's a beautiful day today."

"It is. I've been waiting to go out camping for a while. It really is relaxing," you agree with him, continuing to settle into the warm water. For a while, the two of you sit in silence, merely enjoying the presence of another person. You know not to trust strangers, but there was something about him that caught your curiosity. "Would you want to join me for dinner? I'm going back to my camp after this."

"I would like that," John responds easily, as if he could feel that question coming. He turns back to look at your eyes, raising an eyebrow curiously. "But aren't you nervous? I'm a strange man, afterall. I could be a serial killer, or worse."

"I mean, you could be. Or you could a person who wants some company," you shrug your shoulders in response. While his eyes were intense, you didn't expect that he could do much against you. He didn't exactly look tough, and you were no stranger to danger. "I don't know. I just get the feeling you could use a friend."

John paused at this before slowly nodding. He stood out of the water, holding a hand out to help you up as well. From the corner of your eye you night have even caught a small smile on his face. "Then let's go. Do you know the way?"

"No but I have my-" you reach to pull out your map before discovering that you had left it in your pocket. The soggy paper was illegible in the pool, having no markings left. "Shit."

"Shit."

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 1: Scintillate ✨

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Scintillate (v.)

to give off sparks; to shine as if emanating sparkle; to twinkle or glow

of a star or other celestial body: to vary rapidly in brightness; to twinkle

---------- Happy October 1st everyone! In case you missed it & it’s not painfully obvious, I’m doing things a bit differently this year, starting off with a personal rare-word favorite of mine. 😉

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And so we begin another October, another month-long daily challenge—This time and even further break from tradition than is typical of me. 😆 So before we go any further, you might want to check the description for the prompt list I'm following this year—and you can follow it too, if you want! There's some background information about how/why that's the list I'm using so I don't have to repeat myself here (or 30 more times this month, for that matter). All done/don't care? Alrighty then, let's continue: As I hinted at before, I normally break from Inktober traditions by doing a mini-magnet poem on an Ink background—So I still get ink in there somewhere, but ultimately my final results look super different from what you'd expect an Inktober to look like. I've done it this way for years, partly to honor the memory of Katherine Mackenett ( better known as @FridgePoetProject on DeviantArt), and partly—most largely, at this point—because I do genuinely enjoy the format and it's proven to be something I can do every day successfully. That's a key point to how I've been able to participate in Inktober at all over the years that loyal Sparklers have probably heard me talk about before: I know I 1000% do not have the hours in the day and the mental stamina to do "normal" art every single day for a month. There's just no way. I'd probably give myself a mental breakdown if I tried. The thing is this has already been a super-duper chaotic year for me, as my super-spotty art uploads should reflect. Add to that there are some obstacles that would make my mini-magnet format more difficult to use this year—External things like my ink supplies being expensive to replenish, not having a dedicated space to lay out the magnets, etc...And as I discussed when I posted the prompt list, I have been kind of feeling like some kind of shake-up was in order anyway.

Now, for what it's worth, what I've settled on here is nothing like what I spent most of September wracking my brain over. The general idea here didn't really fully occur to me until a few hours after I posted the prompt list, if you can believe that. 😅

Don't get me wrong, I did still want to use and heavily considered my usual mini-magnet format, but to make a long story short and hopefully not give any of you Sparklers the same headache I spent most of September with: Ultimately, I decided what I need for October this year is something simplebut it also does get me back in a creating & posting habit [since that's been a bit of a struggle for me lately; That's largely why I felt the need to still do some kind of daily challenge at all this year instead of just skipping out.]

And—again, to make a long story short—I've decided the best format to accomplish that is to simply, digitally, make a mandala and abstract background that relate in some way to the prompt word for each day, accompanied by the word/definition itself. I just thought the word-inclusion part was a cute idea, plus I'm also kinda posting the word as a "reminder" for anyone else following along with the prompt list. [...Y'know, ignoring the fact that today and probably many more days I'll be posting too late for it to really be a "reminder" for most people, but I digress...]

The last time I was making mandalas regularly was actually for NaPoWriMo 2020 and while I do genuinely enjoy making them, I was pretty burnt out on them for a while after that. 😆 But I've already talked about why I may never attempt NaPoWriMo again at length before, so I'll spare you those details here. (Suffice to say it was mostly the poems that were the problem, not the mandalas!)

Note that this is my first year tackling an October challenge digitally, as well. I did seriously consider sticking with traditional, but I may be doing more traveling this October than I'm used to, so I need something that can travel with me as easily as possible, just to be safe. Remember—I'm a "smarter, not harder" kind of gal with these daily challenges. But, as a bit of bonus, that does mean I may be able to re-purpose some—maybe even all!—of these pieces as mandala coloring pages when it's all said and done. We'll see! And I'm explaining all of this not because I'm worried about criticism from others—It's my challenge and I'll do what I want!—But to give the insight that I'm used to giving when I make things, and also partially as reassurance to myself that while this is so different from how I'm use to October looking, I'm trying to do what I feel is best for my own well-being. Best to complete the challenge successfully, best to not unnecessarily stress myself out, best to still get me back into more regularly creating and posting things, etc. "Work smarter, not harder," includes taking care of yourself so you can both be smart and work hard when you need to, after all. So yeah. We're starting off with one of my personal favorite obscure words—I just love the way "scintillate" sounds, and would you really expect anything less when you're talking to someone who's middle name is literally "Sparkle"? 😆

I do think this will be one of the "less involved" mandalas since I could only think of so many shapes/lines that reasonably fit with the idea of sparks, twinkling, stars, etc. So the background has to help sell the theme more, but that is part of how this format will still actually be a challenge. 😉 Although, it is probably better that leaves me with not as much to say about the mandala today so I could give you Sparklers all that additional context as to how we got here. And for the record: I do not intend for every piece to look this similar to the design I chose for the prompt list! 🤭 That was just a not-super-well-thought out coincidence on my part. And, to be fair, it actually looked even closer to the prompt list at first until I realized what I had done and shifted the background colors around a bit. 😅 Still, I'm very pleased with how it turned out and when I finished the image, I have to say I felt a pretty strong sense of, "See? It's going to be okay," in response to the constant, "OH NO WHAT AM I GONNA DO??" I was feeling for most of September. I cannot emphasize enough how much I needed that feeling; So I'm much more confident now that this is the way to go. If today was any indication, my biggest challenge this year is probably going to be getting these descriptions done in a reasonable amount of time...and not delayed 50 times by other things in my life. 🙃 But I'm hoping the rest of them won't take quite as long as this one did, now that we've gotten a lot of context out of the way...But there's only one way to find out...!

I think though that's everything I wanted to say for now, so I'll leave you Sparklers to it—Here's to (hopefully) starting October off strong, everyone! 🙌

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Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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[keefwho]

October 10 - 2023 Tuesday

6:05am Dream

Another silly little dream. This time I was on vacation with my parents to D.C staying in a hotel nearby Daisy. I did lots of activities with my family and my friend Will before I went to sleep that night. We had seen a lot of meteor showers on the drive into D.C. In the morning I woke up to Skype somehow broadcasting audio from Daisy's laptop. She and her friend were in another hotel talking about things and I was just listening. Daisy said something about having a date with a guy named Blake who was her boyfriend. Eventually I was discovered (now I'm in the room with them for some reason) and I apologized for unintentionally eavesdropping before asking about Blake. She said he satisfied motherly needs in her that I just didn't. I told her I was confused because I thought we had something going on but she told me to get over it and that I should find ways to cope with things not turning out how I wanted. I apologized again and left back to my hotel room. My dad made a side comment that D.C had been attacked by terrorists and even felt the explosion.

10:51 PM

This morning I tried making some kind of breakfast stir fry using eggs, little sausage patties I've had for awhile, a small vegetable blend, and rice. It turned out okay, maybe a 6.5/10. I wasn't feeling very culinary creative so I don't know why I tried this morning, I knew I should have stuck to something familiar. Maybe if I waited to make it when I was more inspired then it would have been much better. I'm out of eggs now.

Because that took so long to cook I was a little late to stream. I struggled to figure out what to do for Inktober but figured it out after a few minutes of staring at my canvas. I was also conflicted about whether or not I should keep pixelating these. The idea was to hide how rough and splotchy they were while also giving them a sort of retro look but some of them look okay on their own and the color compression usually doesn't turn out looking how I want. I'm decided to stick with my decision and pixelate them all after a few people said they liked the pixel version more. Mia and Me and He-Man had mid episodes today. I worked on the Venus comic and ended about 20 minutes earlier because I had started late and I can afford it on this commission. I made good progress too.

After stream I made the bold decision to cut my hair based on a new video I found that has him cutting it quite short on the back and sides and fading it down. I was afraid to make it as short as his so kinda just used the clippers to shorten my hair to how I'd usually cut it but for the entirety of my back and sides. Usually I use scissors for the sides. I think it looks a little weird having it so long on top still but I'll let it settle in a bit. If nothing else I learned I can use the clippers to get good results on the sides which makes it easier since I only have to use scissors on the top now.

I couldn't figure out what to have for lunch because I was worried about my hair so I made a cup noodle fried in the pan and a granola bar.

I had a hard time (as usual) with the request today because I just wasn't feeling creative but also as usual I got it done. I took a bit of a break before working on Spookality by waiting for a certain streamer to go live. I knew I needed that little break because I was dreading even more creativity. Eventually it was time and I spent an hour working on something I didn't like the result of and had to start over. What I got now seems okay, workable at least. I should have taken the time to plan things out a little better instead of winging it. Daisy called while I did this and it was a nice chill call like usual.

We got on VRchat after and world hopped. It's interesting how I used to pick all the worlds no matter what but over time she became designated world decider. Not that I mind, it's just something I noticed. Tag had joined before she showed up and I'm glad he left after dropping our first portal. I think he was mute anyways tonight so it might not have been that bad but I wasn't feeling like putting up with anyone and he is someone I put up with. If he didn't leave I might have said something because I truly to not want to entertain company that I don't enjoy anymore. I drain myself too much that way. During our hopping we did an actual fun maze and I got a little sonic.exe lesson. We ended listening to a poop song and I had the bravery to speak up and announce that sometime I want to just sit together and listen to music or something. It's not a crazy request and I feel silly that it's still a big deal for me to ask. I think I'm afraid of proposing anything in general with anyone because I assume if they say yes that they are lying to me, or they just say no. Obviously that stems from this glaring problem where I doubt myself. By plainly asking what I wanted to do with Daisy, I completed a small exercise in letting my desires be known whereas I'd usually hide them. When we got off and she was in bed, I played Mother 3 for her. I thought it was a good game at first but now I'm really captivated by the setting that was just revealed in a lore dump. Honestly sad it's ending soon because nights playing this for her have been VERY cozy.

[stoopakoopa]

Inktober Prompts I do what I want: Day 6

The other half of my art trade with @bloodywaluigi!! She drew Magica De Spell and it looks so cool!! I coloured this version, but she also coloured it for herself and did a rad as hell job :D

[thewillofthebroken]

Nora as the Silver Shroud and Leona as Nuka Girl. Can you tell which one isn’t happy with her costume?

[justawanderingbabbit]

InkTober 26

College life had been fine. Just fine. Li Cu had been slowly but surely growing closer to Shen Qiong and having a blast with his buddies playing the MMORG X-Fire. The fact that he still needed surgery on his knee after his time with the Wang didn't matter. Wu Xie was paying for that, after all.

What he didn't like was that scrawny musician trying to make friends with Shen Qiong, up to the point of getting her involved with some stupid competition. So, yeah, he hadn't quite gotten to the point of asking her out and still wasn't sure she liked him. But, seriously, go poke your nose into someone else's love life, why don't you?

Admittedly, Huo Shan turned out to be a decent sort of guy; nicer than he'd seemed at first. Funny, too, with an appetite that rivaled Su Wan's, despite his skinny frame. So when Shen Qiong chose Li Cu over him, Li Cu thought the matter settled.

At least until Huo Shan practically kabedoned him into a tree and revealed two startling truths.

The first he should have realized long ago. A change in hair-style and behavior shouldn't have hidden the Wang double-agent who'd helped save his life from Su Nan back at Wang headquarters. He should have known Wang Can would survive even a set of scissors to his neck.

It was the second that left him shocked and not at all sure what to do with the knowledge. He'd figured Wang Can had a thing for Shen Qiong a long while back.

He hadn't realized Wang Can liked him too.

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Art based on that scene in Crossfire where Liu Chang's character tells Wu Lei's to be good to the girlfriend. There's a few videos out there that make it look like boy love, though I doubt that was ever the intent in the drama.

Don't know if I'll do anything with this AU. Figure that this is one of the rare instances where Su Nan didn't turn traitor to the Wang but Shen Qiong and Wang Can did. (Shen Qiong due to Zhang Rishan, Wang Can due to Pangzi and the Blue Robed Master.) Could be part of the beef skewer story, given Li Cu never finds out about Wang Can surviving, though.

[demomonic-murmurs]

[K]inktober Day 2: Threesome [Kiyoko&Yachi]

Content: NSFW, Sexual Content, Threesome, Reader is Kiyoko's girlfriend and they teach Yachi about the beauty of gals being pals

Warning: Sexual Content, F/F/F

"We wouldn't have invited you here if we didn't want you to be part of this Hitoka. Please stop asking if we are certain."

Yachi shut her mouth and nodded. She was blushing, her entire face, ears and neck coated in a lovely red hue. The small girl felt as if she was about to pass out.

"If you feel uncomfortable with anything, tell us okay?", [Name] said while winking at her, though her usual easygoing demeanor had a more serious underlying tone to it. She was serious.

"Got it", Yachi stuttered out, "So uh... how do you usually... start?" She felt awkward. Being in the presence of the cool beauty Shimizu Kiyoko was embarrassing enough but the teasing flirt [Name] [Last Name] as well?

[Name] laughed.

"We usually start by kissing. The slobby sensual wet kind of kiss. Have you ever kissed anyone Hitoka?"

Hitoka felt another wave of heat spread over her face. She shyly shook her head.

"No... not really."

"Would you like to see a real kiss then? Come closer and watch."

Yachi did just that, shuffling closely to the spot where Kiyoko and [Name] were kneeling on [Name]'s bed, which was a lot bigger than Yachi ever thought a bed could be, fitting all three of them.

[Name] smirked and leaned forward, never breaking eye contact with Yachi as she pressed her lips to Kiyoko's, softly at first before getting rougher.

"Come Shimizu open your mouth, give cute lil Hitoka a show will you", [Name] breathed out against her girlfriend's lips.

Kiyoko huffed in annoyance but complied, opening her mouth. [Name] moved back and placed her thumb on her bottom lip before tracing the outline. The black haired beauty understood, her tongue darting out and giving the thumb a lick. Satisfied, [Name] moved back in, her hand trailing down to grab Kiyoko's face and holding it in place, her mouth still hanging ajar.

The wet sound of tongues moving against each other made Yachi whimper. She had never seen such a blatan display of sexual desire, much less expected, especially not from her upperclassman and her girlfriend.

Kiyoko let out a moan- even her moan was that of a Goddess, Yachi noted- and her thighs rubbed against each other. [Name] began kissing even harder than before, her passion completely dominating her girlfriend and nudged her leg in between hers, [Name]'s knee rubbing against her pussy which was obscured by nothing but her panties and skirt, which was riding up even further.

[Name]'s free hand sneaked under Kiyoko's shirt and she began palming her girlfriends chest over her bra.

Yachi let out a noise. This was unbearably hot. Was this what girls love meant? Seeing her upperclassman at the complete mercy of a pretty woman... did something to her.

[Name] pulled back, a pleased glint in her eyes as she watched her girlfriend gasp for air, a string of sailva connecting their lips.

"I think we are all way too overdressed for this", [Name] said as she began to strip, beckoning Yachi and Kiyoko to do the same.

"Keep your bra and panties on. I ought to show Yachi how to unpack the treat", Kiyoko's girlfriend murmured which earned her an eye roll from the girl herself.

Yachi began to shakingly unbutton her blouse. Was she really about to get naked with them?

She looked down on herself, disappointed at the fact that she was wearing embarrassingly innocent looking polka dot panties with a matching bra, but found comfort in [Name]'s mismatched pair of a sports bra and superman panties.

Kiyoko however looked like an Amazon pulled straight out of a comic book. She wore a pair of matching lace lingerie which complemented her curves. Her body was lean and slightly muscular from all the sport she did. In the center of her panties, a dark spot was forming.

[Name] whistled.

"You even got your lingerie out for this special occasion babe? All dolled up for cute little Hitoka? I would be hurt if you wouldn't be just so smoking hot."

That compliment earned her a little slap from Kiyoko on the back of her head, before directing her attention at Yachi.

"Do you want to kiss me Hitoka?"

Her voice was soft and quiet, an adorable blush forming on her cheeks. Yachi choked on air but nodded enthusiastically.

Kiyoko leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on Yachi's lips. One of her hands moved to her nipples and began circling around it while the other moved south, stopping just slightly above Yachi's golden pubic hair. Her pussy twitched in anticipation.

Kiyoko kissed her again, harder this time, mimicking the movements [Name] used earlier, her index finger brushing slightly over her clit, which made Yachi's jump in surprise, a jolt of pleasure running through her body. The hand paused momentarily as the other began to squeeze nipple. Yachi moaned into the kiss and arched her back, giving Kiyoko the advantage to deepen it.

Kiyoko rested her thumb on top of Yachi's sensitive clit while her index finger began moving along her hole, coating her pointer in Yachi's glistening juice. She pressed one finger into her softly, testing the waters and gave her a few moments to adjust. Yachi let out another whimper.

No one had ever touched her this way, she hadn't even touched herself this way. Whenever she had masturbated, she was too scared of the actual sticking part, so most of the time she had settled to humping against a pillow until she came.

Kiyoko picked up the pace, a second finger joining her first plunging in and out of Yachi's soft core. She broke the kiss and trailed kisses down her neck before taking her unoccupied nipple into her mouth, sucking on it. Yachi let out a loud moan, subconsciously pressing her body closer to Kiyoko, grinding her pussy against her hands.

Kiyoko twitched and moaned, driving her fingers even deeper into Yachi, the vibrations around her nipple almost enough to drive her over the edge.

[Name] had settled behind Kiyoko. Her bra was only hastily pulled down, granting [Name] access to her breasts. She was fondling them roughly, pinching her nipples between her thumb and index finger, while trailing down violent love bites down her neck, sucking on the skin to leave purple bruises.

"You two are so mean", [Name] pouted, pausing to lick over a particularly ruthless mark, "Especially you Shimu... I am your girlfriend you know yet...", one of her hands moved towards her panties, "You're so close to unraveling just from pleasing your cute little junior."

Kiyoko moaned in response as [Name] continued her ministrations, which was enough to send Yachi over the edge. With a loud yelp, she came, her nectar drenching Kiyoko's hand. The blonde fell back, exhausted, chest heaving as she attempted to catch her breath.

"How adorable. And fitting. You two came together. And here I am not even close. So incredibly mean you are Kiyoko. Come on, give me a taste of her", [Name] laughed and through teary eyes, Yachi could see her pulling Kiyoko closer to her and sucking on the digits that had been inside of her not too long ago.

Yachi felt her pussy twitch weakly from arousal. Kiyoko may had had her dominated, but in the hands of [Name] she remained beaten, looking weak at best.

[Name], still seated behind Kiyoko leaned her head over her shoulder, dropping her gaze down.

"God you're so hot Kiyoko these are completly drenched. You came so much even the mattress underneath has a dark spot."

Kiyoko let out a squeak when [Name] let her hands trail along her waist and lifted her ever so slightly, spreading her legs, making the mess apparent.

"I really don't get your obsession", Kiyoko huffed, obviously embarassed.

"Hitoka does though", [Name] replied, smirking, "besides you are in no position to protest. I've really been lenient on you haven't I? It seems like it since you've forgotten your manners."

[Name] made eye contact with Yachi who had recovered from her orgasm (her first, she thought, with another person that is) and gave her a sweet smile, which was unfitting given the circumstances.

"Hitoka sweetie do you mind pulling off her panties for me?"

Yachi shook her head dumbly, crawling forward on shaking knees between Kiyokos legs and slowly began pulling her panties off.

"Look at it. It's sticking to your pussy babe. That's how much you came", [Name] cooed as Kiyoko let out a whimper.

With trembling fingers, Yachi handed [Name] the panties who inspected them in satisfaction.

"Truly beyond drenched. You smell as good as always baby. Come on taste yourself, you will accept at least some punishment for neglecting your girlfriend right?"

Kiyoko nodded hastily against [Name]'s shoulder and Yachi could see her pussy twitch. Was she ... getting turned on by this again?

"Then you know what I want. Open your pretty mouth will you?"

Kiyoko complied, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. [Name] smirked and, ensuring that she could get a good taste of herself, stuffed the panties into her mouth. The black haired girl choked before moaning, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"I am not done with you yet. Lay back down and spread your legs, wanna eat you out and make you squirt."

Kiyoko nodded, leaning her back against the soft mattress and spreading her legs as much as she could, leaving her pussy bare.

[Name] kneeled in front of her, her eyes glistening like a predator that just caught its prey.

"She is cute when she gets like this, isn't she Hitoka? Our usually so composed and picture perfect manager coming into her panties untouched and then liking to have her pretty mouth stuffed with them? She likes the taste of herself but never admits to it", [Name] laughed, more to herself than anyone else, "Can you imagine that there is nothing she loves more than cumming again and again while being marked up? Maybe I should buy you a collar and make you my dog in heat officially, don't you think?"

Kiyoko nodded her head and tried to agree, though her words only came out as a muffled jumble. Tears were beginning to form at the corner of her eyes.

[Name] smirked and leaned over to Yachi.

"What do you think your precious little volleyball club would say to this? Poor little boys wouldn't be able to handle it now would they?"

Yachi shook her head. They wouldn't. She was barely able to. Seeing the usually reserved Kiyoko being reduced to a fumbling mess was a fascinating process to watch. She was convinced [Name] was some kind of sorceress.

"Hitoka", she spoke, louder than before, "do you think, if given some pointers, you could try to eat me out as well? Observe me with Kiyoko first and if you feel up for the task... I'd gladly spread my legs for you."

"Yes! I mean I can try! I will try", Yachi said, nodding eagerly. Was this the power of the embrace of two woman? Making her brain all fuzzy like that?

[Name] smiled and pressed an affectionate kiss towards her cheek. She sank down between Kiyoko's legs, pressing kisses against her thigh and occasionally biting down before stopping in front of her pussy. She grinned devilishly and blew air against it, relishing in how Kiyoko squirmed at the contact and throbbed. [Name] surged forward and buried her tongue between her folds, her finger searching for the sensitive bundle of nerves and began to pleasure her. She flicked her fingers against Kiyoko's clit which earned her a high pitched scream, only muffled by her lace panties.

Yachi could only watch in amazement, one of her fingers wandering between her own legs. Seeing Kiyoko writhe in pleasure like that only caused her arousal to spike up again, the familiar heat from earlier returning. This continued for a few moments and the room was quiet except for the wet noises and muffled moans and groans.

Without a warning, Kiyoko pressed her back against the mattress again and wrapped her legs around [Name]'s head, thighs squishing it and pulling her as close as possible, burying her nose in her short, well kept, black pubic hair. She trashed before her legs slacked and twitched as she came down from another high.

[Name] leaned back, dissatisfied, and rested her hands on her knees.

"That simply won't do. Though you now have a basic understanding of it, don't you Hitoka?", she asked while casually lapping Kiyoko's juice from her face.

"Another round it is then. Try it out yourself now, you can finger yourself Hitoka."

"Sure but... didn't she just... cum?", Yachi said, getting quieter as the sentences progressed.

[Name] laughed. "Oh you're precious. Good girls get a break. Shimizu hasn't been a good girl. I asked her to squirt for me and I will keep making her cum until she does. Its only reasonable, isn't it? Now come on, get that cute head between my legs will ya? Maybe if Shimizu takes too long and passes out from pleasure I will eat you out too", [Name] spoke, her head already between Kiyoko's legs again.

Ah, Yachi thought, so this was the beauty of girls love.

[squid--inc--writes]

Inktober 2019 day 25 prompt: tasty

Update: masterlist

Art + story

This one's a good one, Bois.

Also, warning for: death, animal abuse (rats), canabalism, etc.

Deep in the woods, you will find that trees grow bark of chocolate, and, depending on the tree, some of varying other tasty treats. Candy apples hang from trees, the leaves are much like taffy. Any smoke produced smells sweetly of cotton candy.

If you travel far enough in the woods, you will find a cobbler path, lined with chocolate stones. When you get to the candy cane arches, or licorice edgings along the path, turn back. If you continue, the enticing trail will become harder and harder to leave.

The house in the center of the forest is a giant cake. In its surroundings are a gumball patch,  with bitter, but tasty vines twirling around it; giant lollipops bursting from the ground, at all colours, and cascading light over various marshmallows, and gumdrops when the sun hits it just right; one can even find a small river of soda flowing through.

The house itself is simple vanilla, with an assortment of toppings and decorations all around. Through magic would be the only way this place is still intact.

Inside the home lives an overgrown rat. She has large, sharp teeth, a long tail, and dresses in the clothes of those unfortunate enough to meet her.

See, once one is lured in by her surroundings, she invites them inside, with promises of sweeter treats, and goodness inside. However, once they are inside, she cast a spell, and renders them unconscious, and takes then to her kitchen. As the story goes, she does indeed cook and eat them. However, she eats the heart and liver raw first, for she was not always a rat.

Before all of this, she had been a beautiful, but mean woman. She would lure in those around her, either through lust, love, or sometimes pity. She would get what she wanted and, rather metaphorically speaking, tear their heart out. 

She had found a partner who was incredibly wealthy. He had earned his fortune with medical miracles. He would work at home, and had many a rat in his home. They were all well fed, and well kept, as he sought to reward hard work.

She, however, despised the rats, and didn't care for the work. One night, while he was out, she went around, and poisoned all the rats. When she woke up, it was to her lover's sobs of anguish. She comforted him, expecting this to last only a few days. She told him "perhaps you should not keep them at home. They must have gotten into something they shouldn't have."

He accepted the excuse, but, after several weeks of mourning, she became aggravated. While she still got everything she wanted, she was missing his attention. She tried her hardest to get it, but he would simply brush her off. He loved her, but his beloved were gone. So, she made a plan.

If he wanted to act like the dead rats were the best part of his life, he would join them. She looked through his medical texts, and found what she wanted. A poison, specially designed to destroy the heart, without being detected. If she couldn't have it, no one would.

So, she set forth a dinner, just the two of them. As they prepared to settle in, there was a knock at the door. And old woman stood before them, raggedy, and wrinkly,looking for a place to stay the night. The woman originally wanted to kick her out, but thought, oh, with a witness there was less chance of being caught.

So, they all sat down  to eat. When the man began to look distraught, he gripped at his chest. The woman kept up, asking if her lover was alright. He, however, waved her off, and they kept eating.

By the end of the meal, he finally succumbed to the poison, and was lying dead on his plate. The woman put on a good show of being distressed, shouting that they needed help, expecting the old woman to run. Get somebody.

Instead, she gets up, and walks to the man. After placing a calm hand on his neck, feeling his pulse, or lack thereof, she turned to the woman.

"Well. Don't we have something awful here. Death by heartbreak. Lost his poor rats, afterall."

The woman stared, confused.

She trudged on, move around the man's corpse.

"Shame, really. That he'd have his heart torn out twice in a year."

The woman began to question, but the old woman stopped her, "Well, for every year you go, my dear, without eating two hearts and two livers, you will become more like a rat, until you are small enough to crush under a boot."

The woman became angry, "excuse me? My beloved just died, and you make awful claims, and curses."

The old woman chuckled, "Well, you did see it coming. However you best get to work, before this goes further." She slipped the tip of her thumb up against the back of her front teeth and tapped.

The woman snarled, before realizing that her teeth had changed. She put a hand up to her mouth, and ran to the table, flipping everything off of a silver platter. In front of her she saw herself. The problem was that she now had two incredibly large teeth at the front of her mouth. She looked back at the old woman, whom had now sprouted her own teeth. And ears, fur, clawed fingers, and tail.

She spoke, "Now, I did say you had to eat the heart and liver. You must understand the heart, but the liver, now that's the question. You seem to enjoy the act of completely destroying a heart, so I figured I might as well add in something you weren't fond of as well."

The woman stared at her still, and the old woman kept going, "you must eat them raw, or else you will continue to become what you hate. However, if you were to cut out your own heart, the curse will release…"

She stopped talking to see that the woman had already descended upon her late lover, already tearing flesh and bone away with a knife, Nd her hands. The old woman was surprised at the lack of hesitation. She was appalled. This was supposed to be hard.

The woman wolfed down his heart, not even stopping to gag, terrified of her impending transformation. She then tore away her stomach, and intestines, root around his carcass for his liver. She may have lived with him, but she knew little of human anatomy.

When she completed the meal, she looked up at the old woman, a feral look in her eyes. 

The old woman took a step back, "Well then, you made a fine mess."

The woman stepped forward, and said, "I know how to clean."

The witch took another step back, realizing her mistake towards the ruthless creature before her, "And he'll be missing."

"Not if an old homeless woman killed him. I had to do it. Bashed her over the skull, and killed her."

The witch, much more skilled, said, "Well, good luck with that." And quickly vanished.

The problem was, however, she dropped her book of spells. So, the woman had grabbed it. She read it over, and tried to find what she could do to help herself.

She successfully fooled the people for weeks, into believing her lover was alive and well. The jig was up when someone went to speak with him, without the woman knowing. They entered upon the scene of the rotting, torn up corpse, screaming loudly.

Before she could get home, a large crowd filled the space in her home. She knew she couldn't answer any questions. Not without people seeing through it. So, she fled.

She fled to a forest, and started casting spells Willy nilly. She cast them until she created her own chocolates forest. She made it so tasty, and inviting, that she could get all the hearts and livers she needed. She'd also have all the decadence she needed. However, when no one came, she began transforming more. So, she upped her game. She made it impossible to flee if one went too far. She made the place so easy to find. When she got her first victim in a year, she couldn't help it. It was the first non-sweet she had in years. So, she cooked up the body, and devoured it entirely.

As the story comes to its end, unfortunately the monster was never beat, yet. And still she lives in her tasty home.

[malika-carnelian]

// Sorry people for my very slow-timing into replying the thread or even starting some, but my work became a hell of a mess and tomorriw I'm about to speak with my superior about some new projects, so yeah... anxiety— (I didn't even draw Wheeljack for the inktober ajdjdkdn)

So please bear with me 🙏 same goes for the special anon I've got... I promise that I'll do/prepare everything when my mind will be at least settled for half!

[md3artjournal]

I've been trying to figure out why this newer bottle of sumi ink that my cousins gave me for Christmas stinks so much. The sumi ink I used during college didn't smell at all. But now I'm seeing all these things online that say sumi ink generally _does_ smell and it's common for people to dislike the scent? o~o

So I've been avoiding using this ink, but now my other supplies of black ink are dwindling and I'm reluctant to shell out too much cash for more supplies. but Inktober is coming up and making art in monochrome is one of my favorites---whether ink drawings, ink washes, blockprinting, or photography, all my best stuff is in monochrome and I like that stark black vs white without gray tones. Especially when I'm drawing and can rely on hatchline type of techniques instead of gray washes.

Anyway, this sumi ink isn't a very dark black, but if I keep procrastinating buying more ink, the way I usually do, then I may have to rely on this stinky sumi ink. But I can only ventilate my room during all nighters. It's summer in brushfire country right now, and thought Inktober might be a cooler season, I still have a lot of drawing to do until then. And I'd like to have some black ink for that. But if this ink stinks too much and I can't ventilate and draw during the day, do I have to keep my sleep pattern flipped and messed up, when I'd like to fix it and be awake during daylight hours? (Hey, I love sleeping during the day and being awake at night, but events inevitably come, demanding that I be awake and alert during the day. A shame: I get such better sleep during the daytime than night.)

I guess I could try doing all my linework in color, until I finally get around to buying more black ink. I have 3 bottles of color ink that didn't use for 10+ years until I finally tried dip pens this year. But I don't know if I should keep up with it, since my current sketchbook's paper bleeds terribly with dip pen inks. But again, I procrastinate in excess, in buying supplies like new sketchbooks with better paper. I have years'-worth of pens, but the whole reason I switched dip pens and fountain pens was because I got so tired of how reluctant the ink flow is from my technical pens. Maybe they're drying? But I'm also practically out of fountain pen ink; I can't afford to use it on daily drawing practice. Honestly, I reserve it now for drawing faces on characters, since that absolutely must not have bleeding ink lines. In terms of black ink, I'm out of options. I don't want all my doodles to have bleeding linework, when I know I'm too lazy to go back, and redraw things for artist alley merch---knowing that about myself is the whole reason why I started drawing directly with ink and stopped pencil underdrawings. I spent too many years inking pencil drawings, with degraded energy in those inked lines. I'm done with the strain of drawing things twice. I want to be able to draw each line once, directly with ink. That works for me now. The problem being that now I run out of ink quickly. And I have to settle for stinky ink that bleeds.

So I'm wondering if there's something I could add to my sumi ink, so that it at least doesn't stink and force me to pull all-nighters just to draw at a time I can ventilate my room during the summer. This article (https://www.exploratorium.edu/tinkering/blog/2011/12/19/making-sumi-ink) mentions that some higher end sumi inks include incense mixed in. I wonder if some kind of ingredient to mask the smell of the sumi ink's animal glue was why my college sumi ink didn't smell. This blog post (https://woodblockdreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/smell-of-sumi-ink.html) mentions that camphor and musk oil are sometimes mixed into sumi ink, to encourage meditation.

Some of the comments on that page mention that some sumi inksticks can smell like mildew if they are from a bad batch. Maybe my bottle of ink from my cousins was just from a bad batch? It was probably a cheap bottle of ink. I understand going cheap. But I never knew before how strong this stink was. I think from now on, I'll buy inks without any scent like Higgins, Windsor Newton, India ink, etc.

[keefwho]

October 09 - 2023 Monday

6:29pm

It's going to be hard in it's own way but I'm going to try to make a pinned post again that I can use to refer to frequent kinds of thoughts and problems I have. If only I can actually take the time and care to read it over. Something about my doesn't like doing that but I will try to do it again. I'm also only adding things when I'm absolutely sure about it. Before I would reach for anything that seemed like it might be applicable to me. Now I'll stick to what really hits home.

11:27pm

I'm getting kinda tired writing the same thing every day, every little detail. At the same time I still kinda want to but I'm not sure. It might be better to write about only notable things or things I really cared about on a given day. Who am I even writing this for? Me obviously, I find some value in being able to look back someday at what I was doing/feeling on a given day. In that sense I think I'd want to document it all but it takes more time and gets monotonous.

Yesterday and today I had a frozen pizza I made. Normally I'd eat half the pizza as one meal with nothing else but that kind hurt my tummy with how greasy it is so I split it across 4 meals, each slice served with something that would help it process better like rice. It worked pretty well but earlier I had a pack of ramen with a slice and it's not agreeing with me like I kinda predicted it wouldn't. Not too bad though.

I got all my work done today pretty dutifully and I feel good about that. I stayed more focused than I have been lately while doing today's commission and spookality work. I did pretty poorly on inktober today and I'm wishing I didn't pixelate them all despite others telling me it looked cool. It kinda does but it's not really adding anything, just changing it. Its not better its just different.

I read the first chapter in my ACT book again and after having time to study and let everything I learned settle in, re-reading it is making it make even more sense. I'm starting to understand exactly what went wrong with my recent emotional breakdowns. Makes me wish I had started reading again sooner but I had the impression nothing would help so I didn't want to try. I might also have not been in a receptive mood so it might have actually not helped.

I do think I'd rather document my whole day so I'll do that tomorrow. But I can't forget for what purpose that's for. For future me, sure. But also it can be a good opportunity to look at my day from a different perspective. Almost like I'm writing what someone else did on a given day.

[justawanderingbabbit]

InkTober Day 25:

As a model, Song Qinghe was always a pleasure to work with. An excellent photographer himself, he understood the need for poise and making the best use of the light. He was also biddable, docile and quietly attentive.

Su Nan, who knew the man behind the mask, sometimes wondered how Liu Can managed it. Oh, back when he was Wang Can he'd been a dedicated operative, hard-working and obedient. But these days Liu Can was a snarky temper on steroids, stubbornly unwilling to be bossed around or under anyone's thumb except that Jiang Zisuan fellow.

"So how do you go from Liu Can to this?" she asked, settling him into position, loose fitting sweater enhancing that skinny neck of his. "You didn't used to be much of an actor."

A chuckle as Song Qinghe let his real Self rise just enough to peek at her. "It's easy," he told her. "Song Qinghe's focused on photography. As long as that's the only thing I think about, I'm good."

As he sprawls, curly hair haloed around his face, he adds, "Not to mention it helps if I pretend my brain's melted out my ears."

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Clone Verse Liu Can, out in the field (literally) doing that photoshoot where he's wandering around the mountains looking like a lost waif.