#(I say and hope I don't curse this drawing since last I said something like that it is one of my lesser popular drawings are :'D xD)

[mitamicah]

Another Bojči for his birthday :3 Such a good seal dad 🥹🦭

[dinogoofymutated]

Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.

Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?

It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏

Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader

YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.

TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.

-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!

"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.

"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.

Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.

"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.

"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.

"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.

"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.

"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.

The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.

Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your chest. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.

"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.

"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.

"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."

[seresinhangmanjake]

The One I Want: Part 3

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Plus size!reader

Summary: You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, maybe. I don't think anything else. Sorry if there are typos.

Words: 1720

The One I Want Masterlist

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Jake Seresin is a wizard. Or a mind-reader. Or some creature with wildly sensitive hearing. You’re sure of it. 

In the month since you moved into the apartment, your only moments alone come when you lock yourself in your bedroom. Otherwise, Jake is near you—sitting next to you, looking at you, talking to you. If your door opens, he follows not five seconds later. If you sit down at the island with your breakfast of bland cereal, he enters the kitchen within two minutes to prepare his own meal; the same meal every morning. Eggs, Canadian bacon, and a protein shake. If you dare to switch the television on, turns out he’s been meaning to watch that show for weeks. You had no idea he was into movie special effects competitions. 

It isn’t irritating, exactly—though, it wouldn’t shock you if others experiencing similar treatment would feel that way. You just can’t figure him out. He’s unfigure-outable. You’re pretty sure that’s a thing. If not, Jake Seresin just brought it into existence. And here you thought you were the mystery. 

“So I was thinking,” he says. 

You close your book without a second thought, having barely read and retained a line in the last fifteen minutes anyway. From the moment he came out of his room and plopped down on the couch—his leg bouncing and eyes trained ahead on nothing—you’ve been waiting for him to snap the tense band of silence between you.

His fingers clasp together, thumbs subtly twiddling when he finally looks over to you. “Maybe you could meet my friends. They’ve asked about you, and you’ve already met Nat so it’s really only the guys.”

That was perhaps one of the last things you imagined he would say. You’ve heard very little of his friends. They’re also pilots. His team. They all have weird nicknames. Half of those nicknames are animals. 

There are other tidbits Jake casually mentioned as well. Coyote is his closest friend. There’s a Rooster who recently found himself a chick. A Bob and a Phoenix—who you learned is Nat—are particularly attached. 

But every bit of that information you figured he was simply spilling to fill moments where you were in the same room but not speaking. Or perhaps it’s some method to draw out feelings of trust so you might participate in his little game of show and tell. In his eyes is always the hope that you’ll share something of your own, but you have yet to find the courage or need to do so. 

“Oh,” you reply, trying to gather the correct words to turn him down. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not really up to meeting a group of people today.”

You hate the way his face falls. Like a puppy denied a treat. But it lasts only a second as another thought brightens the green hue of his irises. 

“What if we went somewhere? You and me.”

“What?”

His body shifts on the couch, more of him now facing you. He’s wearing a shirt today. He’s been wearing shirts around you since you made the request weeks ago, but they’re weak at disguising the body underneath. Thin fabric pulled tight like a second skin. 

“You said no bars,” he continues. “How do you feel about diners?”

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It’s an odd image—Jake framed in this setting. He’s all lean muscle and neatly styled hair with a clean-shaven jawline surrounded by greasy food and booths so old their plastic seats are cracking. As others watch him—particularly the hostess who cannot for her life keep from glancing his way every thirty seconds—he watches you. Says nothing; just watches until the waitress returns to set a few plates and mugs in front of you both. 

“There you go, kids,” she says. She’s older, and her hair is done up in a style that hasn’t followed the turning of the decades, but you like that it suits her; that she hasn’t paid attention to the change around her, or simply doesn’t care. With her hands on her hips, she says, “Now Jake, if I knew you were bringing a girlfriend I would’ve set aside some of that pie you like.”

Your eyes bug so much they could’ve fallen right onto the table, but Jake chuckles, smiling at you before directing it to the waitress. “Don’t spook her, Mags,” he teases. Then, “This is my new roommate.”

Her lips form an ‘O’ that holds for a few seconds too long before she blinks and tilts her head to the side. “Didn’t work out with the other one, honey?”

“Not so much, no.”

“Well, that’s just fine. I wasn’t a fan.” Mags takes a breath and straightens out her little apron; a costume element you’d rather die than wear, but much like her hair, Mags seems to take pride in it. You can’t fault her for that. You wish you could find a job you enjoy. Or a job at all. She shoots you a grin; nothing like the rehearsed smiles from someone in a customer service job, but a genuine curve of the lips that creates a warm little ball in your chest. “You, on the other hand, look like such a sweetheart. So be good to my Jake here.”

You don’t have the opportunity to disappoint her because she doesn’t wait for a response. Be good to her Jake. Not an ask. A demand. An unspoken ‘or else’ hanging in the air. And though she’s got at least forty years on you, you’re pretty sure she’s spry enough to follow through on her sneaky threats. 

Mags squeezes Jake’s shoulder and departs, leaving you in a confused state of mixed energies. Shock and discomfort radiate off of you like heat waves, meeting the cool calmness emanating from a beaming Jake. 

“Will you tell me more about yourself now?” he asks. 

Shaking off the questionable tone of the older woman, you reconnect yourself to the man in front of you. His words soak in; another unexpected curveball Jake has thrown you within one day. His friends want to meet you, and now your personal details are on his mind. What would come next? Does he want to know the last time you were thoroughly kissed? Your high school GPA? Height and weight? If so, he’s going to be terribly disappointed. 

Steaming, wispy tendrils invade your vision, and you finally register the blueberry hint hitting your nostrils. Jake had whispered the order to Mags with the explanation that he already knew what you wanted. And being the mind-reading wizard you’re convinced he is, on a menu of nearly one hundred items he magically happened to pick something you enjoy. 

You hold yourself back from digging in, instead meeting his eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. “You think free pancakes are a good trade for my life story?”

He slowly slides a mug closer to you. “I got you coffee as well.”

When you raise an unenthused brow, Jake sighs. 

“Fine. You’re leaving me no other choice than to guess,” he says. “But if I get it right, will you be honest?”

With a snort, you pick up your fork and take your first bite of the sweet fluffy cake. It’s undeniably delicious. Fucking wizard. “Sure,” you say, and akin to a child, Jake’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. 

He ignores his own food and drink to once again watch you. Observing. Your eyes to your lips to your neck and back again. When he comes to a conclusion, he leans back in the booth. “You are a fan of the beach and before you die you intend to live in every beach town this country has to offer for at least two months each.”

Your fork pauses halfway to your mouth. “Are you kidding?”

“Well, since it appears that I am wrong, I’m going to say yes I am kidding because I’m very funny like that.” He stares some more, eyes narrowing. “You’re searching for a long-lost family member.”

“No.”

“You are only attracted to Navy men and thought you’d travel to a hub.”

Again, as he likes to do, he leaves you lacking words for a moment. “That better be another one of your ‘I’m very funny like that’ attempts,” you eventually manage to say. “And you know I wasn’t aware this was a Navy town.”

Jake nods and then leans forward in his seat, arms overlapping on the linoleum tabletop. You can sense the sudden shift; a new energy. The glint in his eye doesn't quite go with the steady seriousness of his voice. Like mismatched puzzle pieces. “So you’re not attracted to Navy men?” he asks. 

Your head jerks back to regain the distance he lessened. “Not exclusively.”

“Damn,” he replies, full playful tone back in place. “I wanted to at least get that part right.”

There’s another bright smile from him. A wink. You look to your right to find Mags' watchful gaze; motherly and hopeful.

After another swallow of pancake, you say, “Alright, you’re done for the day.”

“Oh, come on,” he whines. 

When you shake your head, he picks up his fork and begins to poke at the eggs on his plate, and you bask in the silence of his disappointment. Peace and quiet, with the exception of the diners surrounding you. No questions. No attempted agonizing small talk. You have a moment to breathe. 

It’s not until you’re halfway through your food and the coffee is nearly drained that Jake lifts his head. 

“I’m going to figure you out,” he says with an unwelcome note of determination. 

Your eyes snap up. 

The feeling behind his statement is hard to nail down. You would’ve said delving into your history was something fun for him to do. Something to pass the time with the new person in his home. But now it comes off more like a need. A little prick in his side that he can’t shake. 

You so badly want to be wrong in your interpretation. You want him to give up; to surrender to your stubbornness. Ideally, sooner rather than later. 

“You really don’t have to,” you say.

Jake doesn’t miss a beat. Nothing about him—not his breath, not his stare—stutters at your response. Instead, he returns with, “But I want to.”

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A/N: Sorry it's a little short. Next chapter will be labeled 3.5 and will be from Jake's POV.

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[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: god of time! San x f! Reader

Word Count: 2113

Warnings: cursing, dub con (it's a planned scenario but only shown to be one at the end so read with caution) (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, rated E for explicit, established relationship au

Summary: Strange things keep happening, and your best friend may know something about it

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (female receiving, male recieving but only like a sentence and implied), unprotected sex (wrap before tap guys🔫), dirty talk, slight begging if you squint, felching (again), cum play, praise, light breast play, dub con, roleplay (they're roleplaying that san is her best friend who takes advantage of her), creampie i think?

I’m only doing a couple of the February Filth Fest, and this is day/track 25! free use/spit play, and i chose the former! this is a pretty heavy fic (dubcon) ad if you don't like it, please click away! while at the end it's mentioned that this is just a scenario, it's not really said outright and it's only at the very end so please!! read with caution!

And this is the last of the FFF i'm writing! i hope you enjoyed the burst of smuts from me and maybe you'll see more in the future ;)

ALSO! as threatened by @sanjoongie...dedicated to her and it's for topaz's eyes only lol /hj

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A strange taste fills your mouth and you stop mid-sentence, clearing your throat and chugging the rest of your water. Your best friend, San, is watching you with concern on his face. “You good (Y/N)?”

You nod, clearing your throat again and swallowing down the strange bitter taste in your throat. “Uh. Yeah,” you say, smiling at him. “Just got a weird taste in your throat. Probably choked on my spit or something.”

San hums, brushing over the incident, but when he’s left for his apartment and all you have to keep you company is silence, you rush to the bathroom to cough and gargle the familiar taste of come out of your mouth. That has been happening to you for the past few days. You’ll be in the middle of the most mediocre task and in the blink of an eye your mouth or ass is sore and there’s cum dripping somewhere.

You remember the first time it happened like it was yesterday (and to be honest, it was only just the past Saturday). You were just doing your laundry with San playing video games as he usually does since you just ‘have the better router’, when you felt your underwear grow sticky and your legs quiver like when you use your Hitachi in privacy. With a glance at San, you slid into the bathroom and yanked your underwear down, staring for a good moment at the wetness that covered both the cloth and your thighs. There was no mistake about it. You had orgasmed.

You had brushed it off as just some random body thing, but then it happened again. And again. Some days you’d just be having dinner, and on others, you’d just be reading a book and you’ll find yourself ass up and underwear soaked. Every once in a while, you’d even have the taste of come on your tongue.

You swear you’re haunted, but no amount of salt, or incense, or candles kept whatever entity it was from coming and using you in the blink of an eye.

But one day, you were just trying to have a nice shower when this time, when you blinked, you were laying on the ground with come all over your face and your cunt ached and gaped more than you were used to. Tentatively, you pushed two fingers inside you, subconsciously letting out a sigh at the stretch. When you draw them back out, your eyebrows raise at the white, sticky release clinging to your fingers. That was a first, and you hate that you grow wetter at the idea.

This needs to stop.

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“San, I think I’m being haunted,” you cry, launching yourself into his arms as soon as he opens the door at eleven at night. “I swear I can’t stop it.”

San’s brows furrow the slightest bit. “What do you mean? Why so late?” Even through his confusion, he lets you in and locks the door behind him, a fact you’re eternally grateful for.

“Okay, hear me out. I think a ghost is haunting me and using my body as a toy.” You know you sound like a fool with how San’s expression changes to that of slight amusement. “You don’t have to believe me, but I swear it’s happening!”

With a sigh coming from the depths of his soul, San opens the blanket he had swaddled himself in, and you quickly curl up under his arm. “Do you want to stay here tonight? We can check it out tomorrow.”

You nod as best you can with your face in his warm, sturdy, chest and the two of you waddle your way to his bed. The covers are thrown off haphazardly and you almost feel bad until you remember what happens to you when you’re in your apartment and you let it go.

As you melt into the bed, San throws an arm around you and mumbles in your ear, “You did look pretty good sprawled out in the shower.”

It’s almost embarrassing it takes you a minute to register what he says but your eyes snap open to find San staring at you right in the eyes with a smirk growing on his face. You jerk away from him but you’re tangled in the sheets and you just fall to the ground.

You try again, but this time, something’s off. Your limbs aren’t moving how you want them to…or moving at all. San’s smile only grows wider as he leans over the edge of the bed to stare at you. “Surprise,” he hums, reaching down to pull you back onto the bed like you weigh nothing. “You were just too easy, (Y/N)ie. Running straight to my arms like I’m the one to save you? Pathetic.” He scoffs, his hands wandering down your sides. It would feel ticklish but as much as you try to squirm, nothing happens and his hands keep moving.

With a glint in his eye, his large palm comes to rest on your cunt, still soaked through from what he did to you in the shower. And within a second, he pushes your panties aside and presses his fingers into you, groaning at how loose you are. “It was so fucking easy,” he moans, moving closer to you so his breath fans over your face. You can smell the mint toothpaste and you want to spit in his face, but you can’t. “You don’t even remember anything, right? Just what happens after. But God, now you finally can see exactly what I do.”

His hands slide up your torso, pushing your bra up to play with your nipples. “So pretty and pliant for me,” his lips twist into a smile and he presses a kiss to your slightly open mouth. “God, I’ve waited for this for so long. You never saw the way I looked at so, what was a guy supposed to do? Now I finally have you.”

His breathing becomes laboured as his mouth trails down your neck before nipping at the soft flesh of your breast. You can feel his hard-on pressing into your thigh, twitching and forming a wet patch at the front of his grey sweatpants. San’s hand reaches between your bodies to shove his pants down enough to free his cock, slapping it against your cunt before lining up and pushing in slowly. “Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of your hot pussy swallowing him up. “Just as sloppy and loose as I like it.”

He presses his lips feverishly against your unresponsive mouth, thrusting harshly. Each time he pulls out and slams back in, you can hear every squelch and you want to moan at how his thick cock hits the perfect spot every time. You hate that you love the feeling of him stretching you out and kissing your walls so sweetly. But the worst part is the fact that as much as you can feel every little bit of pleasure he’s serving you, you can’t move an inch to chase your own pleasure. The slow pressure building in your gut stays stagnant and you won’t come, not until you’re free from this prison of time.

San’s still mouthing at your parted lips, his hands wandering around your torso and gripping at your skin. His thrusts have become more erratic, pistoning in and out of you as his cock throbs. “Oh my God,” he groans, high-pitched and almost whining as he comes deep inside of you. With each rope of cum, you can feel it filling you up so well and if you could, you would relax at the end of it. San pants against your lips, his eyes squeezing shut as sweat falls on you.

His hands are still gripping onto your hips like there’s no tomorrow, but his hips come to a still as he jerks once, twice, and the last bits of come spurt out of him.  “God, still so perfect,” San hums, biting at your lower lip. “So much better when you look at me like that. So pretty.”

His hands cup your face and stroke your cheek. He slowly pulls out of you but to your surprise, instead of letting you regain control of your body, he shifts, sliding lower. It takes you a moment to register what’s happening but as soon as his warm breath hits your core it hits.

As he licks a broad stripe up the pool of his come and your slick, you jolt with a gasp, your body finally back to yours. Before you can do anything, struggle, moan, even blink, San sucks harshly at your clit and your hands fly to grip his hair as you half scream half moan. “Shit–” you whine out, voice broken as if you’ve forgotten how to speak. “San– please–”

As a response, his tongue flicks your clit and his grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you even closer to him. “Fuck, taste so good, and you taste even better begging for me.” His voice is so raspy as he mouths his way down to your fluttering hole, shoving his tongue in and working it against your clenching walls.

You squeal, legs jerking but you can’t move too much before they suddenly are still and you lift your head to see San staring right at you as he tastes you. “Isn’t it so much easier that way?” he murmurs into your dripping cunt, eyes burning with desire. “No struggling, just feeling?”

Before you can respond, his teeth scrape against your sensitive bud and the slow build-up of your orgasm finally crashes over you. Your brain goes fuzzy and your vision burns white as you throw your head back onto the mattress and your hands grip his hair so tight you fear you might’ve pulled out some hair. You swear you’ve gone deaf for a few blissful seconds before you come back down from your high and San’s slowed his licks as he groans, sitting up and pressing just the head of his dick into you as he cums again, painting your folds white. Gently, he pushes his come back inside of you around his dick while thrusting shallowly into you, moaning as his come foams up around his fingers. “God, you’re such a fucking dream," San moans, crawling up to meet your tired face and kiss you deep, his tongue working its way into your slack mouth, and you can taste his come on his tongue.

A pause, and he cups your face and presses another, lighter, kiss to your lips. You respond this time, pulling him closer by his shirt collar. “I wasn’t too rough with you, right?” His voice is much smaller now, and your eyes crinkle as you smile at him fondly.

“Of course not. You never are. Sure, I was a bit sore after you used your powers, but hey, that’s what makes it good.” You press a kiss on his cheek. “I’m just happy I got to be with you. I mean, who else can boast they’re dating a god of time?”

San chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “And I’m lucky to be dating the one and only (Y/N).” He presses another sweet kiss to your temple. “You did so well for me too. Now, let’s get you in the bath and clean you up.”

You chuckle, winding your arms around his neck and kissing his jawline. “Or…we could use another round.”

“Ah, you’re not tired yet? I just used you for a good hour,” San scolds, but you can feel him growing hard against your hip again. “Maybe I should tire you out for real.”

With a smirk, you reach down and palm his growing erection. “Maybe you should,” you start to say, but you’re soon cut off by his lips on yours. He picks you up, making you squeal as he carries you to the connected bathroom. “Aw,” you pout, but San kisses it away and you see the darkness in his eyes.

“Don’t ‘aw’ so soon, baby. If you want a round two, it’d just be easier to do it here,” San teases and your eyes brighten at his implications. “Now be good for me and get on your knees.”

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself already ready in position on the cold tile and heat pools in your core as you smile and open your mouth wide. Your body freezes, but your mind relaxes as you let him slip his half-hard cock into your mouth. There are many perks to dating him, and this is just one of them.

[mi-rae07]

Hi! idk if you’re accepting requests or not if you do! I would like to request a cold bf hongjoong where he and his s/o is having a really bad argument and the reader gets hurt but he didn’t care because she thought she was just acting petty so the reader gives him a taste of his own medicine <3 but if you don’t do requests pls do disregard my ask thank you !

Kim Hongjoong : Pillows

Pairing : Kim Hong-joong (Ateez) and named character (Shin Hera)

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A/n : I hope this was good enough.

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Hera : hongjoong, are you even listening to me?

Hongjoong looked up from his laptop, staring at his girlfriend before saying

Hongjoong : what?

Hera let out a breath, looking away as she ran her hand along her hair.

Hongjoong : I'm sorry, I was just-

Hera : yeah, doing work. Again, while we're in between a date.

Hongjoong : it's just watching Netflix-

Hera : yes and that's something I wish to do with you! Together! Not while you're staring into a laptop and doing work!

Hongjoong : don't be unreasonable, you know I'm doing this for the both of us.

Hera : how kind of you.

Hera was about to get up and leave when hongjoong held her wrist, making her scoff.

Hera : do you know this is the first time you've touched me since the past month?

Hongjoong let go of hera's wrist, rolling his eyes as he muttered

Hongjoong : there you go again.

Hera : hongjoong I don't even get to see you anymore!

Hongjoong : because I have work, what the hell? I'm not going around and sleeping with other women, hera! I have too much things to do in the office, why can't you understand?

Hera : I've been understanding! I've understood for the last 6 months, hongjoong!

Hongjoong : and what? Now you suddenly lost your understanding?

Hera scoffed, rolling her eyes as she stood up from the couch

Hera : you know what? You're just impossible. Go and do the same bullshit you keep pushing me away for, work.

Hera stormed off the living room, heading towards the kitchen to drink a glass of water. And while she was at it, she accidentally dropped the glass, causing it to shatter into pieces. Hera cursed under her breath and stepped away from the pieces, accidentally stepping onto a sharp glass shard instead. She yelped as it cut through her skin, drawing blood.

Hongjoong flinched at the loud sound, quickly keeping his laptop away before rushing towards the kitchen. And soon enough his eyes landed on his girlfriend who was sitting on the floor, inspecting her cut as tears streamed down her eyes.

Hongjoong sighed, walking closer to her carefully before asking

Hongjoong : seriously? You're crying because of a small cut?

Hera looked up at hongjoong with hurt eyes as he bent down and slowly picked up the glass shards, throwing them one by one into a plastic cover.

Hera : are you not even worried for me?

Hongjoong : worried over what, hera. It's just a small cut, it's barely even visible to anyone.

Hera sniffled, looking away as she let go of her foot. He didn't even care anymore. Hera moved forward, helping hongjoong take the glass shards without saying anything more.

Hongjoong : no go away. I'll clean this up.

Hera : you don’t have to, it's my mess anyway. You leave.

Hongjoong stared at hera, shocked at how cold she sounded.

Hongjoong : hera, I'm sorry if I-

Hera : I don't want to hear it. Go away.

Hongjoong : hera-ya, come on. Don't be such a baby-

Hera : I'M NOT BEING A BABY, HONGJOONG! THIS SERIOUSLY HURTS!

Hongjoong flinched at the sudden outburst, moving away from hera. She scoffed, throwing the glass shard away as she said

Hera : you don't even fucking care anymore.

Hongjoong : no I-

Hera cut him off as she stood up, walking out of the kitchen with teary eyes. Hongjoong sighed, bending his head as he shut his eyes tightly, deciding he should give her some time.

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Hera : wake up if you don't wanna miss work.

Hongjoong groaned as he turned to the other side, trying to go back to sleep. Hera whacked his arm with a frown as she screamed

Hera : GET THE FUCK UP YOU IDIOT!

Hongjoong flinched at that, quickly sitting up as he stared at hera. This wasn't the way she would usually wake him up, and he rather missed the morning kisses and hugs.

Hongjoong : are you…okay?

Hera huffed and threw a pillow at hongjoong, making him yelp as it hit his face.

Hongjoong : hera what the hell-

Hera : you can make your own breakfast, I'm leaving.

Hongjoong : you're leaving? Where?

Hera : you don't need to know.

Hera turned around and walked out of the room before hongjoong could ask anything more, making him sigh as he laid back against the bed. What was going on with her?

She was being cute, though. And with that thought hongjoong got up from his bed with a cheeky smile, getting ready to go to his office.

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Hongjoong : why are you so late?

Hera took off her heels, her face not betraying a single emotion as she said nonchalantly

Hera : because I wanted to be late?

Hongjoong : hera, you didn't even let me know you were going to be so late. I-

Hera : what, you were worried?

Hongjoong blinked his eyes at the obvious question, making hera scoff as she walked towards their bedroom. Hongjoong caught her arm before she could, shaking his head before saying

Hongjoong : what is wrong with you? Is it because of yesterday night?

Hera : is it now?

Hongjoong : you need to tell me if you want me to know, hera. Don't play the fool.

Hera : fool? The only time I've ever been a fool was when I thought you loved me or cared for me. For you, I'm just another person in your life.

Hongjoong : is that what you think?

Hera : that's what you make me think, hongjoong!

Hongjoong : hera, that cut of yours, I couldn't even see it. That's why I said all those things. I'm sorry if that made you think things like this.

Hera let out an exasperated breath, taking her arm off hongjoong's grip as she said

Hera : don't you understand? It's not just that, hongjoong. It's the fact that you're so indulged in your work, you barely have any time for me. And that makes me feel like I'm unimportant-

Hongjoong : that's not true. Hera, you're the most important person to me. This work that I do, it's so that I can afford all the things that you want and require. It's so that you can live a comfortable life.

Hera : material things are not what I want you to give me, joong. I want your love, I want you. Those are the things you can give me that no one else can. Money and material things, they are not as important to me as you are.

Hongjoong : fine. Let's go to the hospital then?

Hera's eyes turned worried.

Hera : what, why? Are you hurt anywhere-

Hongjoong : no. we're going to the hospital so I can get your little cut examined by professionals, of course.

Hongjoong chuckled as hera whacked his arm with her handbag, a small smile on her face at the obvious tease.

Hongjoong : that's the second time you're doing that today, once more and you're dead.

Hera : really.

Hera smirked and threw her bag at hongjoong before running away with a giggle, making him fake-scream as he ran behind her. And the both of them ran around the entire house at least twice, a smile on both their faces.

Hongjoong finally jumped over a couch and caught up to hera, picking her up from the ground before tickling her in his arms. Hera laughed and squirmed around, trying to escape him.

Hera : AISH LET ME GO!

Hongjoong giggled and stopped tickling her, putting her down before trapping her against the wall. Hera stared up at him, a smile on her face.

Hongjoong : I love you.

Hera : suddenly?

Hongjoong : no, not suddenly. I've loved you ever since the day I saw you, hera. I know I'm cold most of the time and don't really give you the time or love that you deserve, but I have always loved you. Not for a moment have I ever ceased in loving you. Because without you, I don't exist.

Hera pressed her lips together, looking away from hongjoong. He leaned down and took her face in his hands, shaking his head as he said

Hongjoong : you can throw a thousand pillows at me and I'd still love you. You can hit me a thousand times and I'd still love you. You mean the world to me, hera. You're not just another person in my life, you're my life itself.

Hera : aigoo, such cheesiness kim hongjoong.

Hongjoong groaned and was about to leave when hera giggled and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his torso before saying

Hera : I love you too dumbass. And you better be paying attention to my Netflix shows from now.

Hongjoong chuckled, leaning forward and kissing her lips.

Hongjoong : I promise.

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[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 26. Demon

Day 26. Demon Crossover: The Owl House You're wrong, Luz. This is Earth. Just a very, very strange and specific piece of Earth. Yes, this is the exit door from BATIM. Now you know why there was such a strange light coming from them X"D

It was even fun to draw, although I was very hesitant to do it, which became even more intense just before colouring (which I will tell you about in a moment). The premise was that Luz opened a portal to the Workshop during her attempts to recreate the Portal Doors - this is the period in which King was searching for his father (and didn't know who he was). By the way, this also explains how Bendy managed to get out of the Studio, breaking the curse, and went on his tour around the multiverse :D

And now it will be less fun. I've had a really bad panic attack and anxiety in the last twenty-four hours - and for a while I didn't want to post anything else. Never. And it all started with a short exchange of comments under picture Day 23. Contraband on dA (screenshot here). It doesn't seem like anything (I tried to make it a joke, but then they blocked me), but I checked this person's account and discovered that they were publishing other people's works there (mainly from Twitter and Pinteres). I don't know if it was with their consent, but it seems to me that if they have consent to it, they should still include information about the original author of the work in the description of the image (I'm not even saying that it would be perfect to provide a link to the original work), and this is not the case does. If it weren't for the fact that some of the works have watermarks or signatures of the original authors, you might think that the guy draws themself - nowhere does they state that this is the case, but they comments on the pictures as if they were their author. Plus as I said earlier, they blocked me before i could ask about these (probably stolen) arts. Why did it make me anxious and paranoid? Well, 'cause I am very, very afraid of my works being stolen. I'm not very popular, so there's little chance of this happening - and I usually don't remember such things happening. Sometimes I feel anxiety when I find my arts on Pinterest or strange websites with pictures - I didn't give permission for that. This person, however, reminded me of it with their indignation that how do I have the right not to have a picture of Owl House when the search engine returned it as Owl House. As I say, I was ready to give up further work not only on Ink Demonth (especially since, as you can see, this entry is about Owl House, on which that person clearly has an unhealthy fixation), but also any work that I had post on dA or tumblr. I blocked them on dA, but cannot block myself for them in the whole internet, right? First of all, my paranoia resulted in me blocking the visibility of my tumblr for people who are not logged in, I'm also trying to do something like that for dA, but I don't think it's possible. I don't know where I'll end up with my paranoia - but my friends have made a lot of effort to convince me that everything is ok. Finally, I decided to post this picture and I'll probably upload other Ink Demonth entries at last. I hope I won't regret it :c But I'm afraid and I don't know if after finishing the Ink Demonth challenge I won't give up (for some time or forever) publishing my drawings on the Internet. I wanted you to know. It's bad. My anxiety doesn't necessarily make sense - but it has huge consequences.

My paranoia brought another bad thing. Although I really liked the show The Owl House and was looking forward to the translation and dubbing of the next season in my country (the one that takes place on Earth) - I'm not waiting for it anymore. To be honest, I'm sick of it and feel anxious just looking at the characters of the show. Here look, how can a bad fandom ruin even the coolest thing :/ Someone will say that I am exaggerating. YES I KNOW. But that's how my fucked up, full of illnes mind works and I have no influence on it.

I didn't want such a monologue under this art. I wanted to write here which characters I like and who I'm shipping with whom - but right now... well. No. Sorry.

I just want to have the joy of creating again…

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. The Owl House (c) Dana Terrace Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

[hazbinhappy]

Hey just saw you had hazbin hotel match ups open! I’m a trans man (he/him pronouns) for sexuality I don’t really have a definite answer I’m open to all with a small preference to more feminine presenting people!

For personality and what not I’m told by friends I’m either chaotic neutral or chaotic evil lol, I’m decently slow to open up maybe saying one or two words and over all being pretty quiet but once I open up you gotta tape my mouth shut to get me to shut up (though actually I do enjoy the feeling of tape over my mouth I blame autism for that) I make a lot of sexual jokes (constant “that’s what he/she/they said and other stuff) along with that I have a pretty major sailor mouth as well I can be pretty sarcastic in addition I can be pretty slow as well I can be a bit all over the place which you might be able to see here idk lol! For stuff I enjoy doing I really love visual arts (I enjoy painting, been doing stuff with clay, digital art, trying to figure out animation) I also very much enjoy writing (I have I think it was 20+ unfinished fics on ao3 lol) been trying to figure out how to bake, and idk I have an obsession with plushies (please send help they completely cover my bed when I lay them all out) for stuff I enjoy it’s a bit harder since I constantly move around one thing to another like unless someone is with me I’ll start a show or movie watch the first five minutes then do something else unless I was already a fan of it, I will say I do enjoy the weird kid stuff like the bendy franchise and I know the lore of fnaf pretty well (until security breach when robot Gregory theory came out I gave up) tbh not much for stuff I hate I’m a pretty open person and don’t really hate a lot of stuff besides the word moist (it’s the one word that sounds like what it is and I hate the texture of that kinda stuff to and I can feel the word) it is the one thing I actively hate. For appearance while I don’t have an active drawing of my sinner look I don’t have much other then I picture being goat like (fucking love goats) and not really important but dying my hair constantly like how I do irl. Also even though yes I am a trans man I still like wearing skirts and dresses because damn it if I can’t be a pretty man then I don’t want to be a man (that is very much a lie I am still a man even if I won’t be able to wear my dresses and skirts)

Also one last important thing I don’t want to be matched up with Husk (I see him as a dad and I don’t want to deal with being paired up with my father) nor do I want to be paired up with Angel (I ship him and Husk so I don’t want to be paired up with other father) also no Lucifer I feel like if I get paired up my friend will kill me I wish I was joking she is only willing to threaten me when I do much as joke about taking them. Anyways have an amazing day/night I hope this was enough!

Your Matchup is.....

Velvette! You gotta here me out before I dish out the headcanons and mini-blurb!

Looks at that cutie god I love her!

Anyways! I matched y'all up for multiple reasons! Have you seen the girl? She may be put together but Respectless just screamed out that she is chaos when need be and chaotic people love to be together (I mean look at Hell lmao). I think she wouldn't mind someone who is slow to open because she it lets her have more time for you to model and work with her! She wouldn't mind the sexual jokes and curses or sarcasm because that is up her alley (I mean Valentino is literally one of her colleagues I don't think she cares too much for him lmao).

okay onto the headcanons because those will explain better, no?

It may sound weird but I think Velvette would go to art shows to get inspiration! Fashion shows are actually a way to express and test what you can do with fashion so art shows are a great way to get inspiration

And wowie lookie there, a certain artist just happens to peak her interest a lot! She may either personally chat with you or send an email asking to collaborate on some pieces.

I wish in the show they played more with Velvette and the fashion instead of the social media. I think she'd be a boss in the artistic fashion and practical fashion

I swear this is important: Shae Bishop makes ceramic clothing and some of his work was in my school's art gallery!

why is that important? well i think it would be pretty cool if that was something you proposed to Velvette! She'd be unsure because "isn't that clay? isn't that breakable?" and it's a whole explanation about how it's for the art not actual long-time wear

so that brings you guys closer!

she did consider making a deal with you to permanently keep you around but you just kept coming back on your own so she didn't really feel the need if you just came back all the time

i think the dating would be a mutual understanding, but you'd ask and she'd be "of course, why wouldn't we be? (eyeroll)" (she was actually nervous to ask)

if/when you moved in with her she made space in her studio for you to do any kind of artwork because she wants to spend any kind of time even if she was too busy yelling at her models and artists

she may not always have her listening ears on but whenever you say something that catches her interest she'll respond (she'll remember bits of other things you say, she doesn't tune you out, she just cherry picks her responses)

She doesn't mind the plushie collection as long as there is room for her to cuddle with you. if not they are banished to the shelf.... maybe a couple on the bed.

she loves to dress you up in whatever is the latest fashion or even your preferred. she'd match in any way at any moment.

she will tease and bully at any moment but it's her love and she never means it. plus there is plenty of compliments that cancels it out.

idk why but you know how people like to have their oc's with horns have jewelry on them and even chains that connect? she'd find that so cute and would make some in different styles (like a bracelet for the day)

"Velv-"

"Can you BELIEVE the nerve of these ladies! Prancing around like their ideas are any good! Wrist ruffles? Fifty layers? What are we? Doing a fuckin' blast to the past!" Velvette kept ranting on about her workers before you rolled her eyes.

"You're about to get a blast from the past if you don't get off my table. I was working." You gave her a deadpan look.

She gave you the middle finger before scooting you over on YOUR chair as you worked.

"Well, babe, I have no clue why they would think that is fashion? I mean, things from the past making a comeback? Neverrrr-"

"I know-! Oh Fuck You!"

[laf-outloud]

I hope it's okay to vent to you here about this.

I only now watched the panel from last weekend's con and I just have such a distaste for Jensen these days. The Portuguese buns joke was just gross to me. Especially when he added to it by asking if anyone there was Brazilian? Way to reference your ex-gf in such a male gaze way, pal. Like I get that Jared made the same joke too and it was just a joke, but why make it blatantly obvious that he's talking about his ex-gf? Which is beyond weird given the circumstances. It almost reminded me of that tasteless and tone deaf Brendan Fraser joke he made when with Jeffrey Dean Morgan in that NJ panel. His overgrown frat boy is showing. Not to mention all we have learned about his attitude towards other people working on a set, his or someone else's, ever since the Rust interview, what the Winchesters cast and crew were forced to endure during shooting, and now this lawsuit.

Then his answer to the gift question just made me roll my eyes. I get that these guys are essentially putting on a show at these cons and we don't know how they are privately, but sometimes the whole Jensen being a grumpy dad thing just leaves him looking like an ungrateful jerk. I also know this was a joke but why does he always have to take a potshot at his kids? I don't get it. In what way is that entertaining? And why do AA's eat this shit right up? I can't have kids so maybe it's a touchy point for me but do you know how grateful I'd be to get any kid's drawing never mind my own? Kids aren't trying to be the next Picasso. They're making those drawings for you because they love you and want to make you something. I get he's joking and most likely embellishing for entertainment's sake but that just came off to me as him being an ungrateful asshole, just like the race car story.

Ever since that very entitled story, my opinion of him has sunk lower and lower. I don't know what's going on with him. I don't know if it has to do with the whole Soldier Boy and Dean branding, trying to emulate some mix of the two but holy crap I am so over him acting like an asshole. The grumpy persona is extremely tired and off-putting, except to AA's who only see him for his looks. He could be cursing them out or punching someone out and they wouldn't care as long as he looks good doing it.

I saw a video the other day of him at a con with Jared from 2014 I think it was. What a vast difference. Perhaps in his private life he's much different but how he's been acting publicly recently leaves a very bad taste in the mouth. In comparison, Jared seems way more grateful, a lot happier, and kinder I would even say. Like I said, maybe Jensen is different privately but publicly he has become a major dick. That's very disappointing and like I said off-putting. I've tried to continue being a fan of both guys and be supportive of them separately and together, but with the things he's said lately, Jensen is making it awful hard to continue.

It's just disappointing and really reminds you that no matter how they act publicly, like once upon a time this guy acting humble and gracious and down to earth and grateful for every opportunity that's been given to him, you never really know who they are. It's just so massively disappointing. Thanks for letting me vent to you here.

My blot is always open to venting. Vent away, anon!

To be honest, I didn't really connect Jensen's bun story with his ex from over 20 years ago. If he was, yeah, it's crass, and it would certainly fall in line with so many of his other crass jokes/stories. I'm on your side when it comes to being tired of his grumpy/frat boy persona.

Part of me thinks the de-evolution of his public persona is a coping strategy for hiding how lost/uncertain he is with his career (and possibly his personal life). Like, he has to create a character of himself in order to hide any vulnerabilities. But at the same time, you wonder how much truth there is in that personality because it shows up in other cases where he's not putting on a show (like the police interview).

(It could also be that he no longer has Jared around to inspire him to be a better person which may be why he seemed so much nicer in those earlier cons. Some people tend to adopt the traits of those they're most around.)

Whatever the reason, it is disappointing to see and I understand your frustrations. It's hard to be a fan of someone who is no longer the person you thought they were. I hope venting helped a bit and I wish you the very best!

[tornioduva]

A little reflection on the Hazbin Hotel "situation"

First of all, i'm not really a fan of any of Vivziepop work, mainly i followed helluva boss out of curiosity and because sometimes they had really neat ideas.

that said, i ended up seeing all ofher stuff anyway, uhuh. i discovered her at the times of her sheika music videos, and, while not my cup of tea, i remained interested in her style of doing things, because of how unique it was. When the pilot for HH came out i saw it, and, as i said, HB too, plus all the covers and fan content.

So, this is my situation. i'm not really interested in her work and in her as a person, but i know her, her creations and all the stuff people made about them and talked about her, even if i didn't want to uhuh. You could say "just avoid everything Vivziepop related if you're not interested in her, her works and any discourse regarding all of it". i'm lazy, ok? the internet recommends it to me, i oblige. this is my curse.

Now, where i want to go with this.

Last week i rediscovered a video essayst i really liked, Neverknowsbest, and i put his latest two videos on while working and doing house chores. both are pretty relevant to this discussion, but i want to redirect you to one in particular:

Even if you don't want to see it, the gist of it, and what of it i want to use in this post is:

We are obsessed with overwhelming failures and explosive successes, there's no room for just experiencing something, thinking of it as mediocre, or even bad, but then just moving on, while still enjoying, or loving even, the couple of good ideas it in it.

I don't like most of her work, i have heavy criticism of helluva boss, i agree on aaaaall the discussions about character design, and if half of the things people are saying about her as a creator, project director and person are true...then there is a very good chance i don't like her either uhuh.

that said, i think HH and HB should be treated as what they are: simple slef-indulgent shows about stupid/shitty people. this premise alone does not hold promise of quality, or good ideas; what it does hold is the desire of the creator to explore what it is fun and interesting for and not much else, and that i think is ok.

The fact that every HH episode so far has been met either with heavy criticism as if it promised to be the best adaption of the bible, or as the pinnacle of representation of traumetic events, to me is kinda stupid. not counting the prerelease discussion. You want to hurt the show? ignore it, stop talking about it, do what everyone did to that Lotr amazon show, make it lose money.

As i said, i do not particularly like HB and don't tink i would recommend it to anyone, but it is on the same level as a lot of shows i watched growing up, just with more swearing and trauma sprinkled in. And while saying this, i can recognize some parts of it that are really good, like some of the jokes, line delivery, sometimes animations and often the songs (i listened to a lot of covers of that one stolas song, uhuh).

All this to say, please, do not let the internet consume you uhuh. use all this energy for things that are truly bad, not things that are mediocre at best. That is unless you were one of those who funded the show, then you have every right to complain if your money is in it.

Plus, i wrote "situation" because, as usual, i'm sure all the fuss i've seen is mostly a minority on twitter or somwhere else, since already a friend of mine not correlated with this stuff at all out of nowhere told me he watched it and liked it, so.

P.S: i decided to use a banner for these rant posts so to make them more interesting, i hope you like it uhuh. also, anyone who tells you drawing chibis is simple is lying to you.

[clarktooncrossing]

HELLO THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

Happy National Cartoonists Day, everyone! What, you didn't think my current computer crisis would stop me from celebrating the Holiday, did ya? Actually, it almost did. Y'see, despite this piece being drawn by hand, my computer's scanner wouldn't save the file onto my craptop. My computer's going through a processing error, meaning it's set to stop working any day now. Fortunately this hunk'a junk managed to work just long enough for me to upload the newest Sketch BOOM! Yes my friends, the Sketch BOOM is back! I figured if I could only post one thing for NCD it might as well be something covered head to toe with cartoons. Some pretty well drawn cartoons too, if you pardon me tootin' my own horn. It just feels so good to have drawn something, have it come out looking as good as it does, and to be able to upload it here on tumblr for you all to see. For the record though, screw tumblr's stupid@$$ upload size limit, I freak'n hate websites that do that! It makes me as mad as a blood-cursed Croczilla fighting a sentient mobile home, but we'll get to that in a bit. For now though, let's see what silly sketches managed to make their way onto the page, starting from the top left corner and making our way down.

Don't forget to be on the lookout for the Snow Conies, the tiny sentient species of snow cones that have invaded almost every part of the page! Can you spot all 8?

[1] DID SOMEONE SAY PIZZA? You wanna know what the downside is of drawing at the bottom of the page and working your way up is? You have tiny pockets of blank space that you're unsure what to do with. Such was the case was this corner, having been left blank after drawing #2. For a while I thought of filling the void with a cosmically charged Snow Conie in the same vein at Rosie, but the Cosmic Cutie was already part of the BOOM due to Discord shenanigans. Instead I opted for a Clarktoon that sadly hasn't been drawn in a while, that being the ever-goofy Pizza Monster. No doubt he was lured here by the scent of all the pretzel pizzas I've been eating lately. While he was here I decided to experiment with his expressions, adding more cheek to his smile. Honestly I think he looked better without them. Still, I'm happy to see him here as I hope all of you are. Now if only he'd stop hogging all the grub!

[2] EYE OF THE THERIAN Rosie isn't the only character here due to Discord shenanigans. At the beginning of every month my friend @Foxhatart opens herself up to sketch suggestions on her Kofi page. For the record, those of you wanting to help out another artist keep food in their bellies can click here. With a few of these Kofi slots still left open, Fox came to her friends asking if they had any ideas for pics involving her characters. Not knowing a ton about her characters, I joked that she ott'a draw her half-lemur girl Cath bench press a bus, her freakish strength having become a reoccurring gag via game nights. Funny as the idea was, I didn't expect Fox to actually do it. You can imagine my surprise when this popped up in my inbox a few days later. Consider this doodle a long overdue 'thank you'. Here we see the crazy Cath lifting weights with, of all peeps, Bumper! No doubt the little marshmallow's here for moral support since he can't actually build up any muscle mass. Ghost problems, am I right? Hope you enjoy this silly little sketch, Fox. Next time I'll have Cath bench-pressing your mortal nemesis; a train.

[3] TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH Despite what I said about Pizza Monster, he actually wasn't the last sketch to be included. No, that honor goes to the metal mercenary, the bodacious bot bounty hunter, the anarchistic anti-hero herself; Candy Banger! Much like the aforementioned monster I figured it had been too long since I drew Candy or really any of the robotic cast of 3K. Atop of that, Candy represented a good chance for me to use the stockpile of poses I've saved up from a thumb drive. Using one from a tumblr site called @posereference turned out to be surprisingly easier than anticipated, the only real flaw in the end being how I colored her. This is one of many coloring errors I made on this piece, Candy's hair looking more bluish purple than I had intended. Still, considering I drew her at all, I doubt Candy's complaining. Here's hoping I can draw more of her in the future, otherwise I might be riddled with bullet holes like that wall behind her. 

[4] AN AVERAGE DAY AT WHIMSYLAND And thus we've arrived to the first sketch of this compilation given to me by a friend, this one coming from @jackieariane. She and I both suffered during the Chapek administration of Disney, Jart regaling me with tales of when she dealt with rude customers at Animal Kingdom. It reminded me of when my friends AnimatedTigerGirl and RigbyH00ves worked at the Floridan Park too, all three of my companions having a surprisingly miserable experience. All these stories started melting together in my brain until I asked the question; what would happen if Brooklyn Nine Nine was set at Disneyland? Thus Whimsyland was born, albeit originally out of spite towards Chapek. I already detailed all this back in the DUDELZ from the Dumpster I posted earlier this year, but I failed to mention the human protagonist of this story, Wendy. Having been to Whimsyland once in her life at a young age, the young Vietnamese gal with OCD was immediately smitten by the place, vowing she'd someday work there. Spending the rest of her life researching the park and watching Matt Whimsy documentaries on uView, you can imagine Wendy's disappointment when she returned to the Perkiest Place on the Planet to find nothing was as perky. Whimsyland had lost its whimsy. It's here where she met Freddy Fox, the cartoon mascot of the company living in exile over how the house Matt built is being run today. In other words, what I'd imagine Mickey would be doing if he were real. Together these two kindred spirits are set to bring magic back to this wonderland! Overall I'm pleased with how the sketch turned out, though Wendy's face reminds me of my character Sue the Game Genie more than I'd prefer. Also, Fred Fox is way bigger than intended, no doubt I'll be changing that for future depictions of these two. For now though, this drawing has just enough Whimsy for my liking. 

[5] CROCZILLA: BLOOD CURSE More Discord Shenanigans! This time it's the result of a Dungeons & Dragons campaign that @burningthrucelluloid somehow roped me into yet again. Instead of robots and dragons set in a medieval fantasy however, this time it's elves and crocodiles in an approximation of the American south. One ruled by Jerimiah Strahd, a ruthless blood-sucking bastard that Alec based off Leonardo DiCaprio's character from Django Unchained. If that wasn't a sign of how crazy this campaign has become, here's an actual moment from the game. The heroic but hesitant human Jason (YoungSamurai18), the loud-mouthed scaredy cat Toby (Mr-Herp-Derp), and the silent but deadly Ed (void-android), and the equally hungry and adventurous Crocie (me, of course) were hunting for a witch named Bubba Lysiga when all of a sudden the witch brought her mobile home to life in order to attack our heroes. Worse still, she put Ed under mind control to attack his comrades. Croc got the worst of it, his HP dropping to 0 due to him falling from the house and getting stomped on by its gigantic set of wooden chicken legs. Did I mention this campaign gets strange? Well it got even crazier when a dark, shadowy entity housed in Croc's body suddenly gave him a recharge, the reptile taking the chance to mix a Heat and Growth potion he obtained earlier to become CROCZILLA! It was a moment Alec was hoping would happen in game and I didn't intend on disappointing. Same goes for this sketch, it mostly going just as envisioned in my head. The pissed off look on my green friend's face, the damage done to the rusty trailer that is the witch's house, the tiny silhouettes of Croc's teammates in said home, the heavy fog, the Earth-shattering roar in the background, it all came out great. Save for one detail. You'll notice that Croc's eyes are black with red irises in this pic. That detail's due to Croc having blood curse abilities, hence the dark entity sharing rental space in his body. As such, you'd think Croc's fire breath would be just as vibrantly red, but sadly that idea didn't occur to me until after I made the fire blue as well as the shine off every surface. Spam it! Still, coloring hiccup aside, I'm mighty proud of this pic! Hopefully so are the rest of the Barovian Bozos that make up my team. 

[6] WONDER ZIGGY, CINEPHILE FROM THE PLANET GARBONZA EVEN MORE DISCORD SHENANIGANS! Cut to a few months back and I was restructuring my Discord server, cutting down the multiple move threads it had before merging them all into one. Being the story-driven bozo I am, I quickly wrote a backstory for this thread involving an alien named Ziggy falling in love with the Earth B-Movies he was picking up on his deep space probe. So much so that he came down to our planet only to discover there were even MORE types of movies for him to enjoy! It overwhelmed him so much that he blacked out, awakening the next day having purchased a since abandoned drive-in theater on the outskirts of Clarksburg. Faced with this new impulse purchase, Ziggy followed the oldest piece of wisdom known to man or alien; Screw it. After a refurb Ziggy reopened the drive-in, screening B Movies and cinematic shlock to an appreciative public. And if you can believe it, I typed all of that out after thinking about it for five minutes. My brain is weird like that. All that said, it'd take a couple of RP sessions before I got his personality down, that being an MST3K character if the show were written by Joe-Bob Briggs. In other words, a surprisingly well educated weirdo with a deep love of Hollywood history. It'd take me a while longer before finally sketching him, basing him off the titular villain from Robot Monster, an appropriate design for someone who loves old, cheesy movies. All he was missing was a pink Hawaiian shirt and a cowboy hat. If you think he's strange, you should meet his wife Wanda, though let's save that for a future BOOM...

[7] LOOKIN' SPAM GOOD! What better way to show my friends I care than drawing them in ridiculous outfits? This sketch, the first to be included in this BOOM, is a merging of two repurposed ideas I had for other pictures. The first would've involved the Swedish menace Finjix with a fish bowl on his head much to the confusion of Alec, the recipient of a kawaii make over. I can't remember where the fishbowl idea spawned from but Sir Alec the Adorable came from him scoffing at the idea that I could make anything cute, himself included. Just you wait Alec, I'll get you someday! For now though I swapped out making him uber-adorable in favor of dressing him up like the Wasp from Earth's Mightiest Heroes, the awesome animated show he finally binge-watched on my behalf. Granted I could've drawn him as Maria Hill, the character on the show he deemed the sexiest, but it wouldn't have been as funny. After all, all Maria's outfit is a blue jumpsuit. Far less interesting than Jart's leather jacket, an image that popped into my noggin following her telling me she's learning to ride a bike. That and me desperately clinging onto the back as she gave me a ride, but that would've been harder to draw. Instead I went for the jacket, a fashion statement that would be stupid in real life since she lives in the infamously hot country of Vietnam. Yet even in the face of logic, Jart not only humored me but encouraged me to include this in the final sketch. Thank goodness she did cuz I love how it turned out, minus the green stripes that were accidentally colored black like the rest. DRATS! Not only that but she informed me that she was no longer using her fursona, instead opting to draw herself as a human from now on. DOUBLE DRATS! Ah well, I have more ideas involving 'Trang the Tyrant' as I've nicknamed her, so chances are I'll get the chance to correct both mistakes in the future. It might also give me another chance to draw myself as Super Giraffe, which was what I originally intended to do with my own fursona. Sadly the costume still needs work so instead I opted for my classic Pagonian Wizard robes. Even in the face of all these snafus, I think we all look spam good!

[8] ROSIE STARDUST, SPACE WIZARD Turns out I'm always right even when I'm spewing nonsense. Don't believe me? Plenty of peeps have made that mistake before. Take my friend Alec for example. In the midst of him running the current Strahd campaign I mentioned earlier, I jokingly tossed out the idea of Rosie transporting our heroes out of Barovia and into another universe. A cute 'What If' scenario the Dungeon Master wasted no time in shooting down. Mistaking my silly suggestion as a legit one, Alec explained how unfair it'd be for a god to play a game with a bunch of mortal meatbags. Let the record show that I never declared the sentient Einstein-Rosen Bridge to be a deity. Some alien cultures have mistaken her from one, but Rosie herself would be the first to tell you she's no holy being. Not that any of that mattered. Alec held firm to his statement, Rosie was denied access to any dungeons. For about six seconds before my buddy realized how a depowered Rosie would make a wonderful wizard for a Spelljammers campaign. Fueling this fire was his recent watching of The Owl House, imagining Rosie rocking wizard robes similar to those worn by The Good Witch Azura. Before I could say, "NOW EAT THIS SUCKA," he was leading the charge on my server of peeps demanding I draw Rosie as a space wizard. At first I was floored at the audacity! You shoot down an idea that wasn't meant to be taken seriously only for you to turn around and do so anyway? MAKE UP YOUR SPAM MIND! Then I followed Alec's example and got over it, the idea of Rosie in wizards robes too tempting a sketch not to capitalize on. In the end the only aspect of Azura that made it into the final product was the hat, minus the cute lil' crown. Everything else took cues from the fashion of @cherrysdesigns along with a style @girlofhearts101 turned me towards called whimsigoth. All of which resulting in an costume that gave Alec 'David Bowie Ziggy Stardust vibes'. It's thanks to that comment that Rosie now has a last name. Everyone, say hello to Rosie Stardust, universal explorer and space wizard!

[9] DIREKTOR AND 3D1T0-R Is there a Hollywood equivalent in the Star Wars universe? Some sort of glamorous planet where overpaid alien celebrities are shamelessly rebooting beloved classics for a profit? All while amazing writers are getting screwed out of the earnings they deserve? This was what I asked Alec during his binge watching of The Clone Wars. Surprising me once more, the Masked Maniac revealed that he had asked SIM-N the same question before, the two creating a character called The Direktor for their Monova comics. Her whole gimmick was producing hypnotic propaganda for the tyrannical Twin Emperors, a cool concept that never went anywhere due to the robotroll cutting From Destiny's Ashes short. Being the character man that I am, I decided The Direktor couldn't go to waste. Especially when she'd make such a good villain in the world of 3K and a good addition to this BOOM. After asking SIM-N for the character's original reference sheet I set out to give her a Clarktoon makeover while watching cutscenes of The Second Sister from Jedi: Fallen Order. No doubt Elizabeth Grullon's intimidating vocal performance effected my outcome, the alien movie maker now sporting a streamlined outfit along with a smugly sinister smile on her face. As apposed to her boss, the Direktor's little droid 3D1T0-R hardly changed in the transition. He was a little creepy ball to start and he's still a little creepy ball now. One that was cooked up by Alec according to SIM-N, which makes sense given our pal's passion for film editing. Once the two were fully drawn I decided to test out my shading and lighting techniques in an attempt to make her look more menacing. If the response I got from the others on Discord is any indication, I succeeded. Indeed, this fem fatale filmmaker will fit in phenomenally as a 3K villain. Now the question is to who? 

[10] JURAKISS Finally we conclude things with a sketch somewhat prompted by @zernna. Way back in August of last year she was commissioned to draw my cretaceous crusader Saura and her girlfriend Patricia enjoying a delightful day at the pool, a pic as charming as that description would imply. In my comment thanking Ze I couldn't help but laugh at how the two had already been declared a cute couple despite how I hadn't drawn the two together in my own artwork yet. The Alien Artist than demanded I draw 'moar art of them then', prompting me to ask if that was a challenge. She said yes. Though not from a lack of trying, it took me nine freak'n months to meet that challenge. Blame that on me being a picky artist since I have been meaning to draw references of these characters in the meantime. After all, Zerna got asked to draw Saura in other pics without having any color references for the Blue Beast of Fosslin. Fortunately Saura's shown up in a number of previous Sketch BOOMs, now getting to share the spotlight with Patricia here. A Patricia that would've been notably paler were it not for Alec asking if I had any markers that matched Patricia's skin tone. I didn't, but the local hobby store did! Who knew Sharpie made skintone markers? It not only helped me color in the cute Muslim girl here, but also Cath and Wendy later on. Talk about a perfect purchase! Now if only the colors of Patricia's outfit were as satisfactory. Ah well, there's always next time, since I'm pretty sure Zerna's challenge still stands. XP For now though, I hope you all enjoy this compilations of crazy scribblings fresh from my mind. If you didn't, worry not, chances are I'll be making another one soon....

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU ALL!

[paintcloset]

Elective Week 2023, Artistic Research,Theme of Home

I though this elective would be a lot more "serious" from it's description before starting. We were gona have an artist statement and everything. But instead on the first day the teacher said, yknow what fuck that, lets have fun. And have fun we did!

Since we never had to write an artist statement I have the chance to do that here.

Welcome to "A Home For My Words".

Over the years my urge to work with words and letters grows stronger and stronger. Worlds and pictures stand as equal delivering devices to me: I could paint you a picture of something I cannot say and you would understand, but likewise I could tell you something that I would be unable to ever draw and visualize, and you would still be able to understand.

This realization is making me loosen the vice grip on preconcived notions for myself and what can art can be. For somereason art that is just words and no pictures seemed strange to do, like a move banned from the dojo. So this was my first dip into the water of inching away from illustration with an accompaniment of words, and reaching towards words being able to stand on their own. Alas though I am a man on habit, and as you can see some illustrations still remain. Now that's quite vague and applies to a lot of what I do or try to do now.

Dialing into this home though, you can see there's a lot of writing. Some of it are lyrics from songs that I like, some are my own thoughts. Some meaningless and some dripping with pain. All of these live at the same time in my head, and now they can live in a house! Not everything is legible, some due to positioning some due to my own shit handwriting (truly a curse to want to make text art and having an illegible handwriting). But this introduces the idea: do all my thoughts need to be written out and show to others? Does anyone else need to understand? Why do I feel the need to have all of it read and understood? I have no anwsers to these questions yet.

I know you're wondering about the tangerines, everyone does! I won't lie, it was a last minute decision due to buying tangerines at the store before class due to being sick, but the point stands. I share my words with others like I share tangerines with my friends. The act of peeling one's thoughts and being able to hand it over to another person is quite vulnerable and a caring act to me. If I can spill my brain to you I care, I care enough to peel you a tangerine. Plus it looks like new age modern furniture. How can one have a house without furniture?

Now about the house itself structurally. I don't know about any other rooms but there's definitly a garage. That's the one with the room that has "who's gonna read this?" written on the roof. 3 of the rooms were made before this project, the ones with the people (both of them being me actually lol fun fact) for timeline class, and the one with a window facing into the house being the room I made on the first lesson, to try to show my real room. What can I say, I wanted a house! And a house needs many rooms!

All of these rooms are colapsable, every piece engenired like a paper dollhouse that you can take apart, fold away and forget about it. This vaguely mirrors my own life. Every couple of years I move and I have to pack my whole life and move away like it's nothing. I pack my stuff and my feelings and anything that ever mattered. I pack like I pack this house, pretending like taping it back together on location and then ripping it appart to go home doesn't damage the paper and the corners and how it never quiet sits the same again. Some of the writing in the house reflects these feeling, especially he room with the window.

Hope that wasn't too long for an artist statement lol but who can stop me? This is my fucking blog!

[kuri-crocus]

@barren-heart I'm done literally and reading FanFic on AO3 daily, so here my more thoughtful update post:

I'm no longer an outsider. From now on I consider myself as newbie. I finished season 5 last weekend and I miss my daily evening ritual!! WWDITS is the next show after Good Omens I have to wait for like everyone else. Argh!

The vampires residence is located in Staten Island which is a part of New York (Google told me)

They don't actually seek for world domination that's just the mummified vampire boss who wants them to take over

The gang fights with other vampires are so stupid because it's just about an ugly-ass cursed hat made of witch skin!

Also there was something about werewolves on top of a roof but I'm glad that was just a minor plotline

Did I already mention that I need to wait for s6 like everyone else!!!

The first few episodes were too chaotic to be true, any character was weird: vampires and humans alike (minus Guillermo, he is perfect!)

The movie!WWITS characters had a cameo!

Magical girl reference #1: Does someone know Sailor Moon? Nadja's look gives me big Queen Nehelenia vibes. Please I can't be the only one who sees this!

Nadja and Lazlo's matching hightlights are chef kiss!

Generally I love the vampire trio's outfits and styling. It's so fancy!

4th vampire clan member named Colin does not look like a member of this household rather like their tax consultant.

Tax boy is an energy vampire which is unspectacular because you can't say if he is just a regular boring and annoying person (Does not everyone has someone like that in real life?)

Magical girl reference #2: Nadja saying that Lazlo is not just her husband (and No. 1 fuckbuddy) but also her best friend gave me Winx Club vibes: Timmy said that about Tecna too! (minus the sexy part of course)

I have to admit that I fell for Nadja and Lazslo as couple... they are a mix of other fictional ships I loved before...

I heard that all the main vampires are confirmed pansexuals. (I don't know if the statement includes the Guide since she is no household member but it's likely)

Lazlo did primary two (2) things to me: 1) my first association with this name is not the silly kid's show "Camp Lazlo" anymore 2) He became my new Regina Mills. The character who was the hardest to get me used to becomes one of my favorites.

But to make it clear: Guillermo is my No. 1 in this show!! The true main character at the end!

Guillermo IS now part of my fluffy boy collection!

My fluffy boy beeing a decendent of Van Helsing came unexpected but I love that he is sweet baby and skilled fighter at once!

Are there already people with season 6 bingo charts? I want to add something to mine: Laszlo calling Guillermo by his name once!

Nandor and Lazlo dynamic screams Spongebob and Patrick!

I want a Nandermo kiss and I want a Ladja kiss. I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO MAKE OUT ON SCREEN! OK! If could draw I would create a fan art were both couples kiss in the background. The Guide and Colin in the middle with the Guide suggesting to make out too and Colin says he's fine.

Will we ever get to know the Guide's actual name? * currious *

Nandermo isn't canon after 5 seasons. Slowburn alert!

The Dijnn is HOT!

I see why it's one of Good Omens' sister fandoms!!!

Twilight reference #1 - glittering vampires. Refreshing to have someone who does not make fun of it. Mocking Twilight is soo 2012

Guillermo becoming a human again feels like typical movie twist: A person wants something really hard, gets it and realises that they are still not happy but it makes sense here: He is not ruthless enough for the vampire life style even if he sacrificed humans. He did all this not for himself... I hope he will find a way to become a peaceful vampire (and has a second chance to get turned by the right vampire)

At the end some german dub related stuff:

I love the voices for Guillermo and Laszlo!!

I don't know how it is in the english original but in german the voice actors for Nadja, Nandor and the Guide speak with an accent. The voice actors for Guillermo, Lazlo and Colin without.

Here something about T–V distinction in the dub: Everyone adresses Guillermo informally but he adresses the vampires formally. Not suprising but there is still a difference: Guillermo uses the formal pronoun you use in modern every day life for Nadja and Lazlo (and Colin I believe) but the very old fashioned even more formal pronoun for his beloved boss, Nandor.

Very random fun fact I found out: Harvey Guillen and Kristen Schaal are the only actors of the 6 main characters with a german wikipedia page

This post took so long to write and it isn't good actually!! If you read until here, have a Guillermo gif!!

What We Do In The Shadows... but it's still on my watchlist (hence I'm clueless)

I would never consider myself as good as the mascot @weirdly-specific-but-ok is in posts like this but I consider fans to be curious about thoughts of outsiders so my take on the show as someone who hasn't seen it yet. @barren-heart inspired me with a response to my comment on the shipping poll to write this. (An Our Flag Means Death post will also come soon)

It is a mockumentary about a group of vampires who are living together

They seek for world domination and have the vampiric equivalent to gang fights with other vampires?

Despite lockdown and stuff fans of this fandom were lucky to get annual new seasons (with s6 on the way)

The show is based on a movie of the same name which is based on a short movie also of the same name (the next step is a book or comic series with the same name based the TV show I guess)

Crosses hurt the vampires, so the documentary staff wears them for protection (but humans get hurt though)

I have seen this movie but the characters are different and unlike the movie, the TV show has one woman in the group named Nadja.

Nadja is married to one of the guys but they have on open marriage

The vampire named Nandor is not Nadja's husband

There is a character named Laszlo (this could be Nadja's husband)

She has affairs with men and women alike

Nandor has a long term human servant named Guillermo

Nandor's POV - vampirism is a curse

Guillermo's POV - No, master please turn me!

I except Guillermo to be a sweet and introvert guy. (The chance is high that I will add him to my "fluffy boy" collection)

The ship name of Nandor x Guillermo is Nandermo. They are not canon yet but there are obvious mutual feelings

It is supposed to be comedy show but also pretty dramatic at times and leaves fans heartbroken (I see why it's one of the Good Omens sister fandoms)

[captaincryolicious]

Hi! I love your writing! I just found your blog and have only read a few thing, but I'm fully planning on binging everything you've written so far.

I saw that your requests are open. May I request a Kazuha/reader fic (gn if possible?) where the reader is touch adverse? Like, if someone touches them without their permission/or their terms it can send them into an anxiety attack? Some days are better than others, some days they can be affectionate to an extent but others they just can't handle being touched at all?

It's totally cool if not! I have seen a lot of really cuddly Kazuha content lately, (not that there's anything wrong with that!) and as someone who is touch adverse, I though the change of pace might be cool.

Okay, I'm rambling now. I hope you have a great - insert time of day here-!

Kazuha with a touch aversive s/o

➳ Kazuha x gn!reader

➳ Headcanons ; 1.1k

➳ Fluff, comfort ; No warnings

The title says it all. [03.10.2022]

Zep's Note ; This request was made over a year ago but I finally got to write it (I HAD to, since I really relate to this). I'm sorry it took so long! Also, I went with headcanon format instead of a fic, I hope you don't mind!

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It was a mystery to you. 

The way people described physical touch as magical, as warm and safe, as loving and comforting, as a spark of joy that erased the sourness from one's mind and body. You couldn't even begin to imagine that; it sounded alien to you, impossible, as if it were something from an utterly different dimension than the one you lived in — which, in a sense, was true. 

All you ever felt when people touched you was panic, the strong urge to push them away and flee in a wave of fear, discomfort and anxiety washing over you. It made your heart race, your skin burned where you had been touched, your breath would hitch before accelerating, but in a way most negative. 

No one, not even your closest loved ones such as your own family, were allowed to hug you, give you an encouraging pat on your shoulder, ruffle your hair or hold your hand when times got rough. It was a barrier so unbreakable, and even you often failed to understand why.

Why couldn't you relish in the affection of loved ones? Why did it bring you the exact opposite of what people described? How could something supposedly so beautiful bring forth such negativity within you? 

What was most painful, maybe, was how no one found it in them to truly love you in a romantic way. You tried, others tried with you, but it never lasted. Of course no one wanted a relationship with someone who did not want to be touched at all, you bitterly thought. That's why you always ended up on your own. Loneliness gnawed at you, and painfully so. Maybe you were meant to be alone, simply because your stupid curse. 

You believed so, until he came around. 

Kaedehara Kazuha. A name that brought so much happiness to your life ever since that awkward moment when the two of you met. He wanted to shake your hand that day, causing you to freeze on the spot. Usually that would lead to taunting laughter and confused faces, but not with him. The male with hair as pale as the moon regarded you with a certain understanding in his ruby eyes, taking a step back and introducing himself with a kind smile. 

You instantly trusted him that day, and until this very day the faith you put in him only grew more and more.

Kazuha is a real sweetheart, so understanding and very patient with your touch aversion. 

He never pushes through when you draw a line, he always respects your boundaries. 

He got used to it so quickly, adapting to what you called your curse seemingly with ease. Of course he slipped up a few times in the very beginning, but his profuse apologies were sincere and he would do whatever it took to soothe you again.

But as I said, Kazuha swiftly adapts and does everything he can to show you how much he loves you in a way that doesn't bring you any discomfort. 

Taking you on little dates, looking at you with the warmest smile ever, being super romantic in ways that don't involve touch, and his favorite; writing you haikus. 

Of course not every day is the same. There are good days and bad days, and the difference between those starts to grow when your bond of trust with Kazuha grows.

On bad days, where being touched will send you into a pit of anxiety from the discomfort that seems to take over, even when it's him, he will always reassure you that it's okay, that he loves you more than anything in the world and that your boundaries are totally valid.

He will keep reminding you, because that one day where you told him how afraid you were of him leaving you because of your curse broke his heart. 

"Love is so much more than physical touch alone," he tells you, and his instincts are screaming to hold you close and comfort you because you look so miserable but he knows better. He simply sits opposite of you, patient as ever, looking at you with calm eyes as he thinks of other ways to cheer you up. 

On bad days, he learns a lot about you. It's those days that show him your preferences and habits, things that make you smile and bring you joy, objects and gestures that bring some peace in the turmoil when a comforting hug is out of the question.

Let's be honest, in the beginning he struggled with what he could do to make you happy if he couldn't shower you with affection. He had to get a little creative, but he picked up all the little details in no-time; your favorite time of the day, your go-to snack, topics of conversation that brought a spark to your eyes, hobbies and other ways of passing time you enjoyed, small things he did that would bring a smile to your face, and so on. 

He got to know you super fast, and despite the lack of affection, the two of you are like, really really close.

But then there are the good days.

It barely happened in the beginning, but as you grew more at ease around Kazuha, there are more and more days on which you feel like you can drop your boundaries a little. 

Days where it genuinely brings you a ginger feeling of joy when the male is hesitantly affectionate.

Those days where you feel like holding his hand, when you can stand the sensation of his fingertips on your skin. Days where you carefully lean against him, your heart beating rapidly as you try to make sense of what you are feeling. Days where you let him cup your cheeks softly and have him gaze at you full of love. Rare days, where you are brave enough to let Kazuha hold you against him in a hug so frail, as if you are made of glass. 

He is so careful with you, pouring all his love into his gentle touches while closely keeping an eye on how you are feeling; as soon as he finds the slightest hint of discomfort on your face, he backs off. But it happens less and less, because you genuinely feel safe with him. 

On good days, you begin to understand why people describe physical touch as something dreamlike. 

But the next day, it could be all gone. 

Kazuha never touches you without permission or without you taking the initiative. He always waits for you. He's so selfless, all he cares about is you and your wellbeing. 

He is so so so patient with you, and he truly respects your boundaries. It doesn't even take effort for him. It comes with ease, as if it grew to be his second nature, simply because he loves you so dearly.

You're safe with him.

[shadeswift99]

Okay so I am OBSESSED with Minecraft lore and the main thing missing is: what prompted the ancient builders to first visit the nether? I know it can't be the zombie virus, but I can't think of what else could have possibly prompted the visit to the nether except for completely on accident, a bit of lava hardening into a portal and igniting itself from the heat but something just seems off about that. Something doesn't add up here and since I don't exactly know how to get matpat to do a video on it I turn to you. Do you have thoughts on what it could be, preferably with evidence to support it?

Interesting! I've never thought it through completely before, but I've got three possible theories...

First of all: it's a bit of a cop-out but I don't think you can underestimate "because it's there" as a reason for human exploration. Why did people explore the Antarctic? Why do we explore the deep sea? Space? Sure, there is business and politics and coincidence wrapped up in each of those things as well as just pure curiosity, but the same can be said for the Nether. Once it was discovered, quartz and gold would be draws for exploration, and ancient debris seems to imply the remains of some ancient mining operation to me. I think that's more than enough excuses to push deeper into the unknown.

Secondly, the zombie virus is an interesting thought. I want to say the ancients went to the Nether to flee the virus, except I think it's actually much more likely that they went to the End for that reason. The existence of "strongholds" as bunkers underground filled with libraries of attempted preserved knowledge does have a very apocalypse escape plan feel to it. And, there are no zombie mobs in the End, but there are in the Nether, so even if a seperate faction of people chose that route it apparently didn't work very well. That still leaves the question mark of why the virus didn't transmit fully to every Piglin, but it may be that gold is a way of warding it off and they survived by discovering that. Still, I think we can put this on hold as Theory #2 for now.

Theory #3 is a bit inventive, but by the evidence and the way progress in civilizations tends to work it might just be the most likely. What if the early builders never had to go to the Nether at all? What if they started there? The Nether fortresses are not Piglin built structures, the style is different and they are inhabited by different mobs. In such a harsh environment it makes sense to build high and protective, with blazes as potentially a domesticated guard animal. It seems like the residents were carving out a functional life, but the Wither skeletons suggest that things got sharply less hospitable as some kind of undead curse or power swept through the dimension (possibly the Wither). Living in the burning heat with so many hazards to contend with, the people would already be very motivated to drive towards a possible way of getting out if there was an "out" to get to. They might have observed Enderman holding grass blocks and hypothesized that there must be another place out there to get them from, and that teleportation was the way to get there. Once the Wither came they would be even more motivated to speed up the process and probably diverted all their resources into that last hope. They would have needed water to create the obsidian, but the obsidian in Nether chests as well as the presence of trees and foliage in the Warped and Crimson forests suggests that the Nether had water at some point, and maybe even still has groundwater or significant condensation. Given all of those factors, I think a group of people could believably invent a portal and escape through it to the Overworld.

The Wither skeletons were most likely people who either didn't trust the new portals or stayed behind to buy time for the others to go through them. Maybe they broke the portals on the Nether side and the ruined portals in the Overworld are the only evidence left, or the calamity the Wither brought did that for them. I would like this theory a bit more if there was any evidence of portals in the actual Nether, but hey, I work with what Mojang gives me. This has been game...uuuh, Shade Theory, remember to like and subscribe :)

[astroluvr]

here is part 2 of assistant!y/n and jack, i hope y'all enjoy!

u can read part 1 here!

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Everyone a part of Jack's team could sense the shift following your and Jack's argument. When you got to the restaurant, you didn't sit by him like always, he didn't try and steal food off of your plate like always, he didn't even smile at you and try to sneak you off. It was the little things that you two didn't realize were noticable inside your bubble that clued everyone in.

It'd been two days since your and Jack's blow up and the festival you all were in town for had ended which meant that it was nearly time for everyone to return home. Everyone picked up on your silence and the shell you returned to without Jack drawing you out and everyone noticed Jack's pissy attitude.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Urban scoffed with offense when Jack bumped his shoulder.

"Sorry." he grumbled, face pinched as he snatched a soda from the hotel fridge.

"I'll get Y/N on you. She's pissed at you, I can tell."

"You don't think I'm mad at her?"

"Neither of you will tell me anything. She hasn't talked to anyone since you took her backstage."

Jack shrugged and laid on the bed. "Not my problem."

Urban only laughed loudly and blew out smoke. "I hope your acting is better in front of a camera."

"So we fucked around a few times. Didn't mean anything to me."

"You wouldn't say it to her face." Urban dismissed and walked out to the balcony, leaving his friend in the room alone.

Jack rubbed his face and groaned loudly. It had hardly been over 48 hours and he already felt like he was going through withdrawal from you.

He was about to take a shower when he got a knock on the door. He looked over at Urban who showed no interest in getting it, so he got up and opened it to find Neelam looking absolutely frustrated.

"What's the matter?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What the fuck did you do to Y/N?"

"Why is everyone so worried about her? Maybe she did something to-"

"She quit, Jack. Apparently she left after the last show."

"What?"

"So what did you do?"

Jack's heart hammered. He'd really fucked up this time. Everything he said turned into adrenaline. When he thought about what he said, how he left you in his dressing room in tears and pretended not to notice your red eyes afterwards.

Jack cursed to himself before sliding his shoes on and tugging his clothes on. Neelam and Urban watched intently as he moved quickly.

"Can you get me a flight, Neelam?" she nodded her head that was already buried in her phone trying to get him one.

"I knew y'all were fucking." Urban snickered.

Out of all the lessons you had to teach yourself, this one had to be the worst. You gave up a bounty of amazing opportunities over a heartbreak. After the show, you took a red eye back home, there was no way you could cheer for Jack like always and know that you wouldn't be able to lay with him and whisper how proud of him you were at the end of the night. Unfortunately, it was postponed to an afternoon flight and you were sitting in the airport with a hood drawn over your head.

Jack kept his hood and Prada glasses on as he moved through security. His eyes were tired, he could hardly sleep last night. He wanted nothing more than to walk to your room and ask how he did. Surely it wasn't his best performance, you were his good luck charm.

As he looked for a place to sit, it was like a magnet was drawing his eyes to the yellow fabric that was entirely too familiar. He wanted to sit somewhere else, but it was the stain on the shoulder of it that made him think of the hoodie he lended you.

As if it were fate, you turned your head and locked eyes with him.

"Fuck," you both said at the same time, but the manners were different.

You stood and walked away briskly, but Jack was able to catch up easily in a few strides. "Y/N."

"I quit." you said over your shoulder and Jack took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean anything I said, but tell me this." you stopped short and turned around, finding Jack closer than you expected. "The whole time we were together, did I not treat you like you were the only one?"

"You did." he made you feel special, better than anyone ever had. "How I felt- how I feel, isn't because of how we were, but because I was scared that I was only temporary. I didn't want you to hurt me by replacing me."

"Why do you think I would do that to you? Fuck, I'm here because I don't want to replace you. I can't replace you, Y/N."

Your eyes softened and you closed the distance. "I didn't mean what you think I did, J."

"Then tell me what you meant."

"I meant that being your assistant and seeing everything you had lined up for yourself made me think that I won't be good enough for you. A lot has already changed since I first started, but now it's getting really serious. You're not... you're not going to need me because I won't be enough. You have always been enough for me, but I'm scared I won't be anymore."

As you came to terms with your emotions, tears welled up in your eyes. While Jack looked at you, you prepared to walk away, but he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tight. The sigh that left your body seemed to take your pity with it.

"You don't seriously think you're not everything I need. I don't even know how I functioned before you. No matter what I do or where I go, as long as I can see you or hold you or talk to you, I'm good. You keep me grounded, Y/N."

You clutched on to his hoodie and stared up at him. "You mean that?"

"Yes, I fucking mean that." he laughed, and you smiled. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have let you go all that time thinking I don't care about you."

"I'm sorry, too. I spent all that time worrying about what people were saying instead of what I know."

"It's okay." he murmured, moving his hands from your waist to your cheeks. When he leaned forward slightly, you backed up. "Baby, don't do this."

"I think people are recognizing us."

"I don't care. I haven't touched you in forever."

"Bathroom."

"Y/N," he groaned when you grabbed his hand. "I'm not going back to what we had, okay? If they catch us, they catch us."

You bit your lip decidedly before releasing it and taking off Jack's glasses. He yanked off your hood, further protesting against your discreetness.

"Missed you." you mumbled against his lips, ignoring the flash of a camera.

"I missed you more, beautiful."

***

i don't think im a fan of this one, but i hope y'all enjoyed!!

@whoreforharlow

[watchtheworld-burn]

YANDERE MALE OC

Yandere! Male x Male! reader

Genre: Romance

Pronouns: He/Him

Status: Oneshot

Warning: Curse word[s], attempt of murder, isolation, blood. yandere behavior

Author's note: @iconicfonutd this is for you /j

HANAHAKI DISEASE

You are M/N Pro. Yes, 'Pro'. Pro is short for something, but it's more cool to call you M/N Pro. And yes Pro is your last name. You don't have a middle name since your parent's couldn't change it legally yet. 

Jeal Miles. He was your crush and your best friend. His last name is Miles, not Jeal. Just saying. He also likes Drawing, (though, he says he sucks. But I think he was just being humble.) sleeping late, stalking you online, dogs, and genshin impact. 

Your parents and his parents were best friends so whenever they would gossip, You and Jeal play inside your room. Or in his room. You remember that when his mom planned to go abroad you cried your eyes out, your mom also cried her eyes out. She felt sad for you two so she decided to cancel the plan. 

She didn't mind, She wanted to always be by your mom's side. 

You and Jeal were like siblings. You guys fought a lot, but it wasn't that serious. It was just harmless fights. You guys were so close, it's like you guys were glued to each other but when you were 15 years old you started to distance yourself from him. 

Guess what? You were gay. You didn't know how Jeal would feel if he knew you were gay, and to make it worse you had a crush on him. Whenever he talks about girls, you feel jealous. You were always a jealous person. 

You wanted your feelings for him to be gone. You just wanted to be friends with him like the good old days. Why did you have to like him? You idiot! Why did he have to be so… loveable? You sighed and laid down on your bed.

You decided to look at social media. You need to stop thinking about him, fantasizing about someone will make your feelings grow. You opened instagram. You checked your celebrity crush instagram. The next thing you know you were on Jeal's instagram with a lovesick smile on your face. 

You heard a knock on your window. It was Jeal and he brought some food. You sighed and opened your window. "What do you want, Jeal?" You asked him while he was lying on your bed. "I just wanted to spend time with my friend, is that so bad?" He said with a smirk. You threw your monokuma plush at his face. 

"You're such a bad liar, Jeal." You rolled your eyes at him. "Besides, why'd you bring food?" You asked him again. "For you." He said with a smile and handed you some fries. You really wanted to eat them but you couldn't, don't worry you have lots of fries in your fridge. 

You sighed and took it. Jeal smiled. You then stood up making him confused. "H-hey, where are you going?" He asked, worriedly. He hoped that you wouldn't throw away the food he bought for you. You opened the door and closed it. You walked down the stairs and saw Sally, your cousin. 

You walked towards her and handed her the fries. She thanked you and devoured the fries. You walked up the stairs and went inside your room. You saw Jeal who looked pale as a ghost with his jaws down the floor. "What?" You were really confused. "Why'd you give her the food I bought for you?" He said, like he was upset. 

"Because I didn't want it." You harshly said, which made Jeal's heart shatter. "Bull. You like fries." He reasoned, then he immediately thought of something. "You don't like me anymore, right?" He cried and hugged your torso. You tried to make him stop hugging you but he gripped on your torso for dear life.

When you finally make him let go of you, you two laid down on your bed. "What do you want?" You repeated what you said earlier. "I want advice." He answered. "Advice for what?" You turned your head to look at him. "I like this girl. Her name is Malissa. And I want to be close to her." He said. 

Your heart shattered. Right, he likes girls not guys. You tried to not look upset and give him the advice he wants. "Try striking a conversation with her. Start off with an introduction, then start talking about 3 topics. For example, First start off with anime, Second friends, third sports. Try talking to her with those 3 topics at the same time. Then try to see which topic she likes more." You said. 

"Ohh, Thanks!" He said and hugged you. He looked at his watch and saw it was 2:30 pm. "Oh, I gotta go. See ya!" He then opened your window and ran to your house. You sat up and you closed your eyes for a second. You then felt like you wanted to cough. You ran to the bathroom and went to the sink. 

You coughed but you saw blood and some flowers? What the heck? Why are you coughing up flowers? What are you, a flower fairy? You sighed and laid down on your bed again. You opened your laptop and started researching. You opened google chrome and searched "What does it mean if I cough up flowers?" and pressed enter. 

"That's a symptom of a fictional illness called HanaHaki Disease. Its name comes from two Japanese words. “Hana” means “flower” and “hakimasu” means “to throw up.” Put them together and they describe HanaHaki Disease pretty well. The fictional HanaHaki Disease is common in stories from eastern Asia." That's what you saw when you searched it. You then searched what a Hanahaki Disease is. 

"A character catches HanaHaki Disease when they experience unrequited love. That means they have a crush on a person who doesn't like them back." That's what you saw. 

"Ouch. Well at least I don't have my hopes up." You said to yourself. Despite knowing that Jeal doesn't love you it still hurts. Then again knowing the truth early is better than knowing it sooner or later. 

'Should I tell mom?' You thought. 'Nah, I'll probably be a burden to her.' You answered yourself. Maybe you should just sleep. That's how you always calm yourself. So you slept. 

A few hours later you woke up with a non-stop knocking on your door. You woke up, pissed off. You stood up and opened the door, to see Jeal with a smile. “One knock can be enough, you know?” You told him. “I knew you were asleep. Tired eyes, messy hair, [if you’re bald, ignore this.] and that infamous glare.” He pointed out. 

“What do you want?” You asked. “I wanna go to the amusement park with you.” He said with a smile. “There will be Malissa, right?” You said and he nodded, You rolled your eyes. You then coughed and you covered your mouth to see flowers and blood. “What is that?” He asked and before he saw it you ran to the bathroom. 

You coughed up more flowers. ‘Crap.’ You thought and when you were done coughing you washed your hands. You then walked out of the bathroom.  “Are you okay?” He asked you. You looked at him, “I’m not that fragile, you know.” You remarked. 

He looked at you with worry on his face. He took his phone, he was about to cancel plans with her but he was stopped by you. “Don’t you dare cancel plans with her, Jeal. You shouldn’t throw away your shot with her.” You told him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you being even more sick.” He said. “Are you doubting me? Anyways, get out, I have to change.” You said.  “Nah, I��ll just turn around.” He said and turned around. You sighed and stripped off your clothes. You then took some clothes in your closet and wore the best one. 

“You can turn now.” You said and he turned around. “C’mon, let’s go.” You said and took his hand. You two walked down stairs and your mother saw you two. She smiled, “Have fun, you two!” She said. “We will mom!” You replied. You took your keys for your motorcycle. “Aren’t you 16?” Jeal said.

“Who cares. C’mon sit.” You said and patted the seat behind you. “Just hold on my shirt, okay?” You said. “Yeah, sure.” he said, little did you know he was blushing the whole ride. You guys finally arrived at the amusement park. You waited for Jeal to get down and you took your keys and placed it in your pocket. 

“Malissa!” He yelled her name and ran to her. You then started to cough, thankfully you brought some tissue’s and some plastic bags. You sighed and walked behind them. While they were talking you noticed that he was hugging her arm. Geez, he loves to cling to people.

You sighed and then started fantasizing about your other crushes. “Hey, you wanna ride inside that ferris wheel?” Jeal asked her and she nodded, leaving you alone. You sighed and walked around the amusement park all by yourself. You then saw one of those rigged games they have. You tried it out anyway. “How much for this?” You asked. When the guy saw you he blushed, my you were so handsome. 

“It’s $20, but for you, my love. It’ll be $10.” He said with a smirk. “Thanks.” You thanked him with a smile and paid him. So basically you have to shoot the alien and you have 3 tries to shoot it. You tried to hit the alien but by luck you hit it after 2 tries. “Wow! You have a good aim. Here, claim your prize!” He said and handed you a plushie. 

“No, thanks.” You said. “I just wanna play the games, because I’m bored.” You explained. “Oh, I know what to play. Let’s go?” He asked and lent you his hand. You smiled and coughed. “My prince, are you okay?” He asked you. “Yeah, I’m fine. Please ignore that.” You lied and he nodded. 

He took your arm and hugged it. You blushed but shrugged it off, while you guys were like that a lot of people mistaken you two for being a couple. When Jeal and Malissa were done riding the ferris wheel he saw you with a guy. You two looked so happy together. That isn’t fair. 

Why did you look so happy with a random guy and not him? “Jeal?” And Jeal went back to reality. “Oh, um, Wanna try something else?” He asked and she nodded, the whole day he felt unhappy. 

Time skip

After a few months your hanahaki disease got worse. You coughed more flowers than usual. SInce you can’t tell your mom about it, you went to the hospital for a check up. You opened the door to see your doctor sitting there, waiting for you. 

“So, what’s your problem dear?” He asked you. “I coughed up flowers and I searched what it was on google and it said that I have hanahaki disease. And I wanna know how to get rid of it.” You answered his question. He opened a drawer and he flipped some pages. “Oh, yes, here it is. It says here that you need to get a surgery. However, you'll lose all your memories about this person. Well, Will  you take it?” He asked you. 

“Will it be painful?” You asked. “Nope, you won’t feel any pain.” He said. You took a minute to make up your mind. “Sure, I’ll take it.” You said. He was basically your only friend but he was also making you die, but you need to live. I’m sure it will be okay, Jeal will probably forget about you sooner or later, right?

After a few weeks. You felt so free, sure you forgot about Jeal but hey you don’t have to die anymore! While you were walking around the street you felt someone hug you from behind. You flinched. What the hell? “I miss you so much. Because of you I had to break up with Malissa. It was okay though, She never liked me in the first place anyway.” He said.

“Sir? I think you've mistaken me for someone else.” You said. The guy stopped hugging you. “M/N, are you okay?” He asked you. “Yes, I am. But sir are you okay? I think you need to find the person you were looking for.” You said. “You’re M/N pro, right?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Don’t you remember me? Your pal! Jeal Miles!” He exclaimed but it didn’t ring any bells. “No.. No, you’re joking, right?” He said, he was about to cry. But you shook your head. He stayed quiet and then he suddenly took your hand, he was leading you somewhere. “SIr! Please let go of my hand!” You exclaimed. 

You two then arrived at his house. He then tried to make you remember but it was all in vain. “Sir, I need to go.” You said and stood up. You walked to the door but a knife hit you. “AH-” You groaned in pain. “You are not leaving, until you remember me.” He said with a glare. 

“You are CRAZY!” You yelled and ran to his room to escape but he chased you with a knife in his hand. After a while his house looked like a mess. You couldn’t escape. You fell down on your knees, you were so tired and so confused. “C’mon, M/N. It isn’t that hard to submit yourself to me.” He said and hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. 

“You know, I used to love you ever since we were 10. I tried to stop having a crush on you, and I succeeded. But now I love you even more than before.” He said and you couldn’t say anything. Then you felt a tear running down your cheek. 

“And legend says that they were together forever.” The caretaker said to the children in the orphanage. “Mister, I have a question!” A child said. “What is it, Emma?” He said. “Is it based on a true story?” She asked. “Yes it is also don’t worry about the hanahaki disease anymore. The doctors found another way for it to disappear forever.” He told them. “Yay!!” All the children exclaimed.

“C’mon children, we have to go!” He said and carried one of the children to the dining hall. But there were 2 children who chatted before they went to the dining hall. “You know, I feel bad for M/N. He doesn’t deserve it.” One of them said, “It’s okay, Jeal is taking care of him. I’m sure he wouldn’t hurt him besides maybe M/N likes him back again!” One of the children reassured them.