#(btw guys. this pose they are in. It is not mine!

[marsbotz]

you scare me. you’re… different.

[mel-loly]

-Softboots/Pusskitty!✨

Thanks to @nysnextd00r for answering me and “helping” me with this post <3

[sylustful]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Little Kittens Always Need Their Perch.

"okay, okay. you're spoiled rotten, that's for sure."

ever since you were dragged into a meeting with Sylus that one time, he's been taking you to his so called "errands", which you personally believe is just excuses he gives to show you off like some kind of trophy to his criminal friends. though... it does flutter a sense of pride when he perches you up in his lap and hold you close - not that you'd ever admit it.

→ TAGS: 16+, suggestive (bc Sylus is a pervert), but mostly angst & fluff, a tiny bit of objectifying reader(he's mean but we all know that), reader is a brat and likes to get on Sylus's nerves (as per usual), reader is referred to Sylus as his wife but it's not true.

→ MIKI'S NOTES: i can't be the only one who imagines mc sitting on Sylus's lap during meetings like some crime boss and his wife. this is a thought i had when i was looking through the poses in the photo booth and saw that pose, iykyk. oh, btw, the reader in this fic has a severe dislike for summer and hot weather. anyway, enjoy this little drabble of mine, teehee. :3 dm me for requests or follow more Sylus fics!

→ WORD COUNT: 1951

gun? check. watch? check. keys? check.

you sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. there’s no real reason why you’re stressed right now, it’s like any other business meeting that Sylus has dragged you; you just like torturing yourself with overthinking. countless errands have passed and not once has Sylus ever allowed you to get hurt or see anything that made you squeamish and uncomfortable - always taking you out before things got messy. it irritated you most of the time, arguing with him at his mansion about how you didn’t want him to be alone. he would always brush aside your concerns and talk about not wanting do “damage the goods” - in this case, you, to be specific. your chest squeezes at his disregard to you, even though you know he doesn’t actually think of you like that… you hope. it doesn’t matter, Luke and Kieran will be here any minute.

you look at yourself in a full body mirror by the door and lift your combat boot up, checking out your outfit and furrowing your eyebrows. Sylus always liked you in skirts: frilly, skater, short, long; so you got used to dressing up when he would invite you to his errands. n-not like you wanted him to think you were pretty or anything, just… wanted to maintain professionalism. it always gave you butterflies when he would rest his hand on your thigh and drove the car with his other, squeezing every so often. he would tease you by sliding his hand up higher under the skirt to the point where you had to reposition him and hold it still by his wrist, scolding him with reddened cheeks. Sylus would just laugh it off and go back to massaging the fat of your thighs and humming that god awful tune.

you take a deep breath in and out before a ping rings from your phone and you check to see the message from the twins announcing their arrival at your apartment. you take one last glance at yourself before you open the front door and leave your apartment, locking it behind you and to the car. it’s the peak of summer and the humidity is infuriating to you, enough for you to initially decline Sylus’s invitation to this meeting, but he reassures you with air conditioning and sweets. Linkon has been raining so much recently, you’re starting to worry about your future plans. Tara had been begging for a girls day out with you for so long and as much as you want to go, the thought of dealing with this searing heat has you clinging to the comfort of your cool apartment.

“glad you decided to join us this time, Miss Hunter!” Luke says with glee, opening the back door for you. “it’s been forever!”

you laugh, sitting down and waiting for the twins to get inside the car as well before replying. “it hasn’t been that long, but i missed you guys too.”

“just fuckin’ get on with it,” Sylus mutters, furiously typing away at his phone.

you scoff at him, shocked at his abrasive attitude. you knew Sylus could be brash, but this was just cruel. “don’t listen to him, Luke, you can take your time. i’m pretty sure we’re already late to the meeting, anyway,” you say, trying to comfort him.

Kieran looks back at you, shrugging. you know that he gives you an awkward smile of thanks by his body language, even with the mask.

the ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. usually when Sylus takes you to wherever he needs to go, whether it be an auction for antique weapons, or a wine tasting event; he always chatted up a storm with you, talking about random things. but now, it felt as though you were sitting on a volcano about to erupt at any moment, burning you from the inside out. what the hell was his problem, anyway? is the meeting you guys are going to this bad? is it the people there? you want to ask but you’re somewhat intimidated by his appearance. Sylus was scary when you first met him, sure, but it’s been a while since you’ve truly seen him this irritated. should you comfort him? distract him? he hasn’t looked up once to you, swiping and typing on his phone, doing God knows what. you fiddle with your skirt, pursing your lips in thought. the awkward energy made you anxious and your foot tapped on the floor.

it was then that Sylus growled in frustration, reaching over to put his hand on your knee, forcing you to stop bouncing your leg. you look back at him, eyes wide as he glares at you.

“quit it, Kitten, or i’m throwing you out of this car,” he warned, and it sounded as though he wasn’t joking.

you still your breath, goosebumps appearing all over your body. despite the weather being as it was, you suddenly felt like you were freezing under his ice cold gaze. all you could do was look down at the seat between you and nod your head, suddenly remembering all the times your parents had scolded you. Sylus then leans back in his seat, propping his chin in hand and continuing to look at his phone. this infuriated you even more.

you grit your teeth, looking back up at him and grabbing his wrist. “what’s up with you? are you being a dick on purpose?”

Sylus quickly wrenches his wrist from your hold, looking up to glare at you. “how i speak to my underlings is none of your concern, dear hunter,” he replies, a vein popping out his forehead as he forces out a smile.

“those ‘underlings’ in question do not deserve to take the brunt of your anger,” you argue back, taking his phone. “you should be lucky that they put up with your shit.”

you lean back in your seat and go through his phone, all the while Sylus is one breath away from backhanding you. he keeps his cool though, not necessarily caring about you going through his phone. you both know he gets into nefarious activity as a crime boss so it’s not like you’ll report him or something to the Hunters Association. it would be your fault for seeing something you shouldn’t have or didn’t want to see. it still irked him that you held no disregard to his authority and did whatever you wanted, no matter how cute it was. but Sylus was in a terrible mood, the heat also getting to him. he hadn’t seen you in a while either, and he had to throw himself into work so as not to spend time with you. he hated having to think about you. a part of him wanted to ignore your dislike for summer and just take you out anyway, possibly being able to see you in a swimsuit at his private pool or go to a lake or something. he also hated being afraid to ask you such a thing. Sylus, the fucking final boss of Onychinus, fearful of a little girl rejecting his offer?

eventually, the four of you make it to the meeting in question, and you look out the window to see a very tall building. you’ve seen it in passing when you patrolled Linkon City but never had the ability to go in since it was only for high profile people. irritation irks at you in the realization that, again, Sylus was insanely and disgustingly rich. you suddenly felt the urge to sock him in his mouth. Sylus steps out first, the tails of his suit coat flying in the wind and tousling his already wild hair. he walks around the back and opens the door for you, taking your hand and pulling you out of the car. while his movements are rigid and silent, simmering with unbridled rage, his hand is gentle in your hold, giving you a gentle squeeze.

this is where you truly understand.

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“don’t waste my fucking time, i’m already pissed off,” Sylus growled, slamming his gun on the table and giving the man a warning look.

you watch as the man’s associates bring out briefcase after briefcase, pressing the sides of the handle and popping it open, revealing… powder? you step back as the thoughts slowly set in your brain. a white powder that has killed countless lives. a government official handling dangerous substances. your hands twitch, and you have to grip your wrist to stop yourself from grabbing your gun. you knew Sylus was involved in various criminal activities, but drug trafficking?! are you fucking kidding?! your eyes turn to him but he never moves an inch, staring at the briefcases with a look of indifference. you want to scream at him for forcing you to see this, but you know making a scene will only make things worse.

what you’re not prepared for, is Sylus wrapping his right hand around your waist and pulling you into his lap. you yelp, surprised by his action and internally curse at him when you try to wiggle out of his hold. it’s futile, of course, with one arm wrapped around your entire midsection and the other hand holding the gun. goosebumps ripple when the cold metal hits your skin and you can’t help but wonder how many lives were lost by this gun.

“i suggest keeping still if you want to make it out of here alive,” he whispers into your ear, his fingers drumming the skin under your shirt. “if people find out your identity…”

the urge to sock him surges back tenfold within you but you keep still as you were told. shifting your legs to rest on his lap, you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his. his grip around you grows tighter, the tip of his gun tracing up the bare skin of your thigh. a part of you swells with pride at his body visibly relaxing against you as he takes a deep breath in and out.

“Mr. S, i don’t believe that bringing your… partner is appropriate for our discussion,” the governor voices, giving you the stink eye as he twists the ring on his finger. you feel bad for the woman he’s married to.

“wife,” Sylus corrects, readjusting you to sit closer to him on his lap, your ass rocking against his front, eliciting a pleased groan from him. “and i would appreciate it if you looked at her with respect or not at all.”

wife…

wife? you being Sylus’s wife? even if it was a farce for the man not to question you being there, it still made your face turn up in flames with embarrassment as you turned your face into his cheek. he chuckles at your action, kissing your nose.

“Luke, Kieran, get the car ready,” he orders, aiming his gun at the man and shooting point-blank between his eyes.

the sound makes you flinch and you shut your eyes, Sylus moving up to push your head into his shoulder. whether it was to protect or shield you from more death, you weren’t sure. bullets fly, but Sylus crushes them all with his evol, striking back at them with even more force. when it finally ends and Sylus lets go of you, letting you stand on your own two feet, your legs wobble and you hold the armrest for support, your head spinning.

before you can fall, he grabs you by the collar and holds you up. “what do you think, Kitten?” he asks with a wicked grin, moving his hand to hold your cheek with his thumb and forefinger. “wanna be my wife?”

[chaotic-minds-think-alike]

Guess what time it is…….

CENTIPEDE TIME !!! she’s finally real,,,,,,,, based off Scolopendra hardwickei or the Indian tiger centipede

Before I go about the process I just want to say you guys have been soooo incredible and I love reading your reblogs and I love the idea knowing I’ve inspired a lot of people,,, the project, although it was a lot of work and I’m feeling not so great as of posting this, still motivates me to want to make another.

(Art process below)

This was entirely freehanded! I have a lot of experience working in 3D art settings that this part came easy to me but I started with a flat base shaped in the pose I’d like the creature in. I used one whole piece cut from a shipping box and filled in the gaps with tape; you don’t need a single piece for the base but for structural integrity it helps a lot. As you can see here I also cut the legs separate and glued them on using hot glue. The vertical cross sections are to give an early support for the structure of the creature, think about the frames of aircraft or boats. During this part I used a pen to mark the width and height of the previous section to get a gradual flow of shapes.

This next part I wish I got more documentation on but after the vertical cross sections I used soda boxes for the thinner and flexible cardboard to add contour lines along the length of the creature, gluing them on the cross sections. I did about 2 strips of this on either side to fill in the space and then I continued to use soda boxes to fold and shape the top of the creature, gluing onto the strips rather than the cross sections (this part was a mistake but I quickly adapted, no issues happened but it did make it slightly less secure). I also gave the legs vertical cross sections as well to shape them for the masking tape.

The worst part, taping everything. I used tape to further shape it how I wanted but that meant going over parts several times. I used 2 different widths of tape for this for efficiency but it doesn’t matter. The legs were very loosely taped and if squeezed then they’d lose their shape; I didn’t bother filling them in because I don’t have materials for that and I let the paper mache help support them instead. Tape was also used to fill any holes and gaps left by the cardboard skeleton.

The next phase is paper mache of which I haven’t done since 5th grade… I was not confident in this step. I used mod podge and a brush to smooth down the paper. Because I lacked materials I used fast food napkins instead of newspaper which worked totally fine, it just tended to tear a bit easier. Some areas required me to get hands on and I don’t really like the texture during this stage so that was fun (lie). I didn’t do too many layers, one for the body and 3 for the back and legs but some projects might demand more. I used half of a 16oz bottle of mod podge btw so please get more than you think you need.

Finally, texture hell!!! I did a base coat of white spray paint and painted everything else with acrylic. Start with your lighter colors first before doing darker ones! I originally mixed some yellow and orange for the body and realized it was too bright and so covered it with orange instead. It also wasn’t until later I realized I could’ve been smarter with my paint so I skipped over the segments that were going to be fully black, saving the orange for the rest of the body. I wanted my centipede to stand out and not look 2D color-wise so I also used the red for the head and tail to give gradients and edges to the orange segments and legs, later going back with burgundy to further darken them but not too much. For the black segments I also used a very watered down layer of sky blue to give a fake shine and show the intended structure of the segments. Do not be afraid to use your hands! I used mine to smudge my detail paints like the black fade on the legs and the back shading. To top it all off I sprayed a clear coat and punched two holes in the underside to hang it up, using thumbtacks angled upwards.

[enkvyu]

HIII I HEARD UR TAKING REQUESTS!!! (I think if not jus ignore this) bf headcanons with geto plzzzz :( hes just a silly lil guy (I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OH MY GOD) anwzzz have a gud day :33

getou as your bf headcannons

thanks for the request anon, i hope you have a good day too !! btw ure so real he is just a lil guy ☹️ he isn’t defined by his actions (what murder?) he’s just a babygirl ! i wrote this for teen getou but then i thought might as well do a few thoughts on adult getou. i hope this is okay!

teen getou

you confessed first and getou laughed it off, thinking you just wanted to copy his homework. but when he saw you slowly turn red, he realised that this was the real deal. super awkward confession and you tease him about it all the time, professing your love to him every time you need something from him just so he can recall the embarrassment he caused on that day

in the beginning of your relationship, he really wanted you to wear his clothes and have it be a causal thing. but because he's nervous, and because shoko and gojo are bad influences, he decides the only way for you to comfortably ask for his shirts and jumpers was to wear yours first. gojo assures him you'll find it funny and realise that boundaries such as "yours" and "mine" will be blurred this point forward. taking his friends' advice, getou shimmies into your jujutsu uniform and knocks on your dorm door, posing to make you laugh. it's only when he sees the disbelief on your face that he regains his senses

the type to be looking at you no matter what he’s doing. you’re telling him about your day and he’s drinking water? he’s looking at you over the rim of the glass. you get called in class to answer a question you weren't paying attention to? getou is already looking at you, mouthing the (incorrect) answer. you’re comparing hand sizes? look up and you’ll find him looking at you instead of your interlocked fingers. it’s natural that he’s the first to notice when things are wrong, and the first to tease you

the type to smile when he gets angry and make a face that says "what (kind of nonsense) are you talking about?" he deflects a lot in arguments and never yells, but his low voice is honestly scarier

no sense of personal space whatsoever (blame gojo) so if you want to make a move on him, you have to be very direct. it's a double-edged sword because he'll be teaching you boxing and cover your hand with his to reposition your posture, and only you will think something of it. but at the same time, you can simply wrap your arms around his neck, lean in, and he'll break out in a cold sweat and a blush. he's simple in that way

a girl's kind of guy. he'll hand you a cushion or a plushie if you sit down wearing a skirt or a dress and if there isn't any, he'll wordlessly take off his jacket and hand it to you. always has a spare hairband around his wrist but he doesn't tell you that he also uses it to close off open chip bags when he can't finish them in one sitting. sometimes you do wonder why it smells like salt and vinegar

will take something of yours just so you can ask him for help. if it's raining, he'll take your umbrella so the two of you can walk home under his. of course, he'll be the one walking on the outer edge of the path

getou's a gym rat. wakes up chugs a protein shake (doesn't use a blender, shaking it super hard is enough). usually focuses on arms and abdomen and loves to show off whether it's through boxing or doing push ups with you on his back. objectively, he's really fit but there's something about him walking around his dorm shirtless just to catch a glimpse of himself being Buff that's annoying

thinks he can charm his way out of any situation (he can). he was praised a lot as a kid for being pretty and kind which led him to slipping out of situations he didn't want to be in just by smiling. he thinks the same thing can work on you (usually it does)

late night missions means sleep deprivation for class the next morning, and you carry the bulk of it after three consecutive missions. the next morning, even yaga winces at the heavy bags under your eyes. of course, it’s your boyfriend who’s by your side first. he does most of the talking that day and doesn't say anything when you doze off mid-sentence. he even angles his body so your head can comfortably rest on his shoulder and doesn’t say (much) anything when he sees you drooling. you notice that throughout the day, his hand is always hovering your back

extra — adult getou:

has the habit of talking to you like you're a stray kitten sometimes. there's a benevolent smile on his face and his words are soft, coaxing you out gently as if you were buzzing to flee. it's something he developed after raising nanako and mimiko, but it works just as well on you, too

he still does the same "what the fuck?" smile when he gets angry, but there's a sinister edge to it now, like he's waiting to see how far you can push it before he does something about it

an absolutely terrible chef. perhaps it's because his tastebuds has been destroyed by his technique and cigarettes, but everything he makes is either too salty, too bland, too spicy or everything in between. his culinary skills are fine, and his presentation is frankly award winning but take one bite and you're rushed to the hospital. usually, the two of you just go out for dinner or order uber eats

likes the sensation of someone playing with his hair. whether it's getting you to dry his hair after he gets out of the shower, or allowing himself to be a mannequin to your sudden desire at being a hair stylist, he's satisfied

still likes walking around shirtless or in a shirt that is half open (just take it off at that point) but at least this time, you also get a view. his confidence in his body has skyrocketed, and now it's one of the main thing he uses to get a reaction out of you. if you call him out for it, he'll just :3 "what do you mean?"

[neo404]

HockeyPlayer!Nick x FigureIceSkater!reader

• The two of you met by accident. He had a match in the ring next to yours, when he entered, he didn’t notice the whole place was empty until he heard a sharp blade hit against the ice, and when he looked up from his phone, in the ice were you jumping and spinning around. He was dumbfounded, never has he seen a guy look this graceful on ice, it was always pushes and shoves when he was on the ice.

• When you finish your program you pose on the middle of the ring, when you hear a ‘Wow…’. Nick who was still standing there admiring you got a bit shy of his natural reaction. Then, to make the situation more awkward he added. “So… this is not the jockey ring, right?” you laughed, and pointed the direction to him, and when he was about to leave, he complimented your performance and shyly asked if you trained there usually.

• From there, your relationship bloomed, you told him about your competition next weekend expecting nothing of it, but he actually went, and cheered and clapped harder than anyone. No shame at all.

• Your flirting consisted in mocking each other for their sports. What do you mean you can score a point but not do a double axel? Or, what do you mean you can spin on ice but can’t hit the puck?

• Lots of dates around skating. Him teaching you how to play hockey and you teaching him to do simple movements to do in pairs.

• You always go to his matches and wear his spare jersey (he loves that, he goes crazy when he sees his name on your back) to cheer him up. You become good friends with the rest of the team (specially his brothers).

• He always goes to your tournaments (no matter if they are on different states) and always arrives with a bouquet of flowers or a box of your favorite sweets (sometimes both).

• He loves to tie the laces of your skies.

• He loves to put his helmet on you because it fits a bit big and he thinks its cute.

• He will make you watch the matches of his favorite team and you eventually learn a few names and recognize a few faces.

• You make him watch the performances of your favorite figure skaters (mine if Yuzuru Hanyu btw, just wanted to say that lol) and he eventually learns the name of a few movements. He still doesn’t get how they (and you) spin so many times in the air.

• He loves to help you choose your outfits for the tournaments; he is very good at it.

• If he loses a match, he is very upset and needs lots of cuddles and kisses. Every time his coach is rude to him, he will bury his face in your neck and mumble about how they don’t appreciate him.

• He loves when you cheer for him and take photos of him. He won’t say it, but he melts when you show him off.

• When he gets injures, he is very stubborn but listens to you when you tell him he needs to rest. On the other hand, you still want to skate even when injured. So, he literally has to restrain you in bed so you can recover, he will lay on top of you (being careful to not squeeze the injured part of your body) so you can’t get up.

• Is very sassy and annoyed when the judges are biased or didn’t score to his liking (he think you should win every single competition you enter). Surprisingly is good friends with your coach (Nick bough them cookies and now they are besties).

• Once he bought two new pair of skates (one for him and one for you) and exchanged the laces from one of them, now you have a skate with white laces and he has one with black ones. He says that is to carry each other every time you step on the ice (which is when the both of you train and give your best). “It’s my lucky charm… and my mantra, when I see it, it reminds me that I can’t punch the other players in the face because you don’t like violence.”

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[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a bet | Chapter 4

Paring:!badboyChanx!reader

Your POV

As I get out of the car, I can see the flashing colored lights that blind my sight as I wait for Chan to get out of the car I nervously stare at the people outside and inside the house, the sliding glass doors that let the visibility of everyone outside see what's going on inside.

"Are you ready?" he tells me next to some excited to get the party going "Yeah" I try to sound as excited as him.

We go inside the house, the atmosphere is hot, with bodies pressing along each other, dirty dancing on the floor, sloppy kisses in a corner, and alcohol by the door.

trying to squeeze through the crowd was a challenge as Chan took me to meet his friends, yeah, his friends, we'll see how that goes.

"what's up," Chan shouted trying to make a conversation with the boys over the loud music 

"This is y/n everyone!" he presented me to his group of friends 

everyone greeted you in a friendly way 

"hey I'm Felix" he made his way to your hand in a friendly way  "Hi Felix I'm Y/n"

"yeah we've heard of you," a boy with a cute smile said "Oh my name is I.N btw" 

you bowed a little to greet him. 

As everyone greeted you, you looked everywhere trying to get used to the ambiance around you

"Well, I'm going to get myself something to drink. do you want something?" he asked me shouting near my ear because of the loud music "Yeah sure," I said shyly as I felt him close to me he left me with his friends to enter the kitchen I felt the music get louder and people started jumping and dancing to the song, but I felt a grip my hip and sway me to the music and his hand guided lower to my leg centering in my lower body more and more so I turn around but encounter a random guy, the guy that was trying to dance with me!! my eyes widen and I slapped him in the face and left as I heard him scream "What the Fuck you bitch?" and run to the kitchen as I was passing by someone blew a cloud of smoke on my face, I coughed violently "What the fuck dude?!" I look back as he looks high as hell and smirks at me, I roll my eyes and look for Chan all over the big kitchen and see him leaning against a counter talking to a girl who is all over him touching his chest and almost putting her leg on top of him. 

I stare at him but his eyes find mine and he straightens his pose trying to get to me, but I leave and try to find the door, I find Changbin grinding with a girl and getting in my way, Felix sees me and stops me "what happened where are you going?" he tells me with a concerned face "nothing I just need some air" I said trying to pass me but he stopped me again. "ok you can come to me and tell me if anything happens" he smiles to me reassuringly. I swear he is too nice to be with these shitholes.

As I get out of the place I call my sister but I don't get enough signal as I walk further away from the house, I kick a rock out of frustration and try to call my sister again but nothing, I hate my fucking life, as I'm walking downhill to get to the city and call cab I feel chill as is very cold outside and I didn't bring warm clothes. 

I fucking hate that he lied to me, he said he was going to stay all night with me but no, he went with another chick to flirt or make out!, but why am I even bothered considering that I know his reputation from people who told me all around school? 

I seriously need help and stop reading those fake ass books that only get me to illusion myself to think he was being nice to me for a reason... or two... but that's not the case, I need to learn that what goes through my mind is not real, only the books can have that delusion written all over it.

I also feel scared as that weird man touched me like that, it was so inappropriate and I feel disgusting because of it, doesn't he know what respect is? I feel so uncomfortable for letting myself go into an ambiance that I know is not my safe zone, I feel guilty as I felt someone touch my body that way even if I didn't want to, While in my thoughts my tears escape my eyes as I'm sobbing, how stupid am I? 

I huff as the night gets colder and scarier as there is no source of light in this street, it gets creepier and alone but see a car turn and start following me behind, but the blinding lights of it don't let me see who it is, so I start walking faster, the creeps running through my spine and the hairs of my skin rise against my leather jacket. but the car reaches my steps and stands next to me as I see it roll down the window 

"Why did you go?" oh... it's Christopher  

"Nothing I'm fine, you can go back if you want" I do not look at him as I know my eyes must be red from crying and continue walking.

"no I promised you I would be with you" he continued the car at my pace

"well I didn't see anything of that happening" I walked faster as I didn't want to see him but his car followed next to me "I'm sorry okay?" he stopped the car and got out of it and ran to me 

He grabs my shoulders as he stands right in front of me "Let's just get inside the car and talk about it yeah?" he tries to persuade me to get in the car, and I do.

"why'd you leave" he says as I try to put my seatbelt on 

"well I didn't see you so I thought you left" I lie

"but you saw in the kitchen tho," he says the truth like an idiot 

"yeah but I saw you were busy so I thought you wouldn't spend time with me at the party," I said looking down feeling like a child who is about to get scolded 

"no love I promised you I would be there and yes I apologized because I left and talked to someone else, but my intention never was to leave you alone," he says looking at me but my head held low "But you did" I mumbled, he sighed "I'm sorry ok?" he expresses himself by putting his hand on my thigh and then on his chest "I promise to never do that again, that was very low of me" I looked at him while he looked at me, fucking butterflies why now, I feel the heat hit my ears and cheeks, I need to get a hold of myself

"but even when you saw you should've talked to me," he said starting the car once dating and driving, "yeah but either way I was uncomfortable," I said as I checked if my makeup was ruined on the car's mirror.

"why love did someone do something to you?" he said caringly

"Yeah, a guy... you know" I stopped as I felt my eyes get watery "he touched me inappropriately"

"He touched you" he exclaimed as he was surprised by my answer

"Yeah I was very scared," I said cleaning my tears   

"Did you do something about it? you should have called me or one of the guys" he raises his voice in anger 

"I'm sorry" I apologize and he changes his mood

"I'm not mad at you love, I'm mad at that bastard, he can't be treating ladies like you like that," he said looking at the road a bit mad "And don't cry ok? You're at least safe, you with me now" he smiles and caresses my shoulder, fucking butterflies again, am I that touched deprived or is he just too touchy to have talked a week ago?

"how about  if we go do something you like?" he says and I nod 

"what do you like to do at night" his sweet and caring smile looks at me as I look out the window of shyness

"I like to walk at night and eat some ice cream, I like quiet places" I express my liking to him as he pays attention to me 

"ok so let us go to the park and eat some ice cream," he says enthusiastically 

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Hi my lovelies

Here is the 4th chapter sorry for being late I promise to post another one soon!

taglist: @stayceebs97 @foivestarrsketchez @salfetkablog

the tag list is open lovelies so plz comment if you want to be added

[parisoonic]

I love how you portray some of the mercinaries in your work and I love how expressive you make them! Its very shapely if thats the right word.

Do you have any main inspirations when drawing?

thank you!!! your work rules btw ;; i place a big personal empahasis on shape-e-ness and try to pay a lot of attention to silhouette and posing...i'm eternally jealous of people who can maintain good posing (BONUS if it's naturalistic), good simplification of forms, sexy lineart AND keep their characters lively and animated! i think mine get very stiff sometimes but urghh...we try we try UMMM if we're talking about characters...it feels kinda lame to say as it's so 'generic', but Disney! the design work and simplication of forms are so perfect in certain films that I think it's really worth studying as a masterclass on posing and clarification. Some of my favourites are 101 Dalmatians and The Sword in the Stone although big shout-outs to Atlantis, Emperor's New Groove and Herclues. I really love mid-century modern too so that influence creeps in a lot, especially if I'm doing toonier stuff. I'll revisit UPA films or their descendents (Dexter's Lab / Powerpuff Girls / Johnny Bravo) quite often. I really like the clean lines, graphic shapes, strong poses and recycling of colour palettes that define these guys. Of course, there's a tonne of modern/contemporary artists I really like - some I've had the pleasure of working with (crazy ;;) ... I reccomend checking out Juliaon Roels, Julien Rossire, Meg Park, James Woods and Ami Thompson ...ah the list really could go on!! Recently I've been reading original Asterix et Obelix and Marsupilami to study the linework. I'm really enjoying the thick-to-thin, the gag?...oriented posing and acting and the simplification of fabric and hands.

[sgiandubh]

Hi sgiandubh!

I remember you had an anon a few weeks back worried about Sam and Cait interactions vs his and Eleanor’s. You already made an excellent post and response about it, but I thought given the adorable photo Sam posted of he and Cait today, you could do a comparison that to a photo he’s posted of him and Eleanor. I think he posted some before the BAFTA screening.

The differences are obvious. The photo of him and Cait shows the closeness (or an intimacy as some might call it) they share and clearly shouts “we are more than just co-stars” vs a photo of he and Eleanor which shows platonic friends.

Have a wonderful day!

Dear Obvious Anon,

I suppose you mean this particular pic with Eleanor...

... and this newly released selfie with C, to celebrate the end of the SAG-AFTRA strike predicament:

Both of these pics are BTS material. Both with the female co-star he is supposed to be playing a (very) steamy relationship with.

Then why on Earth are they so different?

The first pic spells surprise, camaraderie and fun on set. I would bet money he unexpectedly grabbed Tomlinson in a big brother bearhug seconds before that pic was taken. She is surprised and amused and also totally disengaged - she is not leaning in, her gaze is cheeky, but steady. Knees/legs do not touch and that jacket (or whatever it is) is a spontaneous blocking element, much like C's bag on the premiere night, in the pic I analyzed not weeks ago, but barely one week ago, btw ;). Even without knowing anything about these two people (Tomlinson being married and S, well....), it is absolutely clear they are friends/co-workers who really have a good time together.

Cue in to second pic. A very good friend of mine noticed something very endearing: 'he is smiling with all his body' and so does (usually) ironic she. She is totally, confidently leaning in: how many (thousands of) times did they already do it, until it became second nature, I wonder. And hello, where exactly is your right arm, C ? Don't tell me it's just another 'claim the guy' pose we've already seen, because you know, all the dimwits across the street will immediately start accusing us of writing fanfic, again. So well, These Two are co-stars and co-workers with many secrets and a handful of (gauze-thin) lies to share between them.

He could have chosen a 'family pic', with SS and RR and God knows who else - JAMMF the Season 7 Patriarch. After all, he chose a group pic to promote TCND in the same post, didn't he? Nope. He chose her. He will always choose her.

Also, I couldn't help but notice that he just posted a pic of himself, as Groin the Hobbit (or whatever the pun was, I did not watch) for MIK 2. No McTavish? Ahem. Funny, that.

I hope that decently answers your very interesting question, Anon. Feel free to drop by whenever you want and thank you for your time!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Is this how you do it- (Not a frequent tumblr user so) Anyways I'm in love with your writing and always look forward to reading new content from you everytime I open this app it's fabulous tbh. On a side note, I wanted to request the lookism guys with a s/o who loves to draw, is generally into art and just lives a normal life like going to college, travelling by the metro, staying up till 3 am to finish art school assignments or just homework you know. I'd love it if you include gun but its totally upto you. Lastly I say it again you're my favorite account on here so I'll always support you btw lmao😭😭😭

Thank you so much for sending in the ask and apologies again (and to all the current requests...) on how long it is taking! AHHHHHH you are so sweet!! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT and for giving the idea for another soft Gun!

Gun Park x Reader: Masterpiece

Gun with art student!reader. You're creating your final assignment.

"What's this piece?"

"Wait and see."

Gun watches you move the oversized blank canvas, rearranging your paints and material. Preparing your little corner of his penthouse. Your studio, you call it. A spot he has cleared aside for you when you gasped at the lighting one afternoon.

Between your art assignments and Gun's job, any free time you have together is sparse - you both take what you can. A call here or there, sporadic messages, infrequent dates if both your schedule allows.

It only made sense for you to move in, to make it easier to steal time together.

Still, your final project looms on the horizon. You need to focus your time and energy on this for now.

Regrettably.

Because as Gun sits and watches you, tie hanging loose, top shirt buttons undone, hair casual and flopping over his eye, you think he looks good enough to eat.

Focus. You shake your head, redoubling your efforts to concentrate. Strike while the iron is hot; you're inspired right now and you don't want to fail an assignment due to an art block. Again.

Gun stays quiet as he observes you. Gracefully moving, pencil between deft fingers, sketching out your ideas.

There's a lot of things that Gun Park can do, but he knows he can't do this. His hands are better suited to create and mould other sort of masterpieces.

His eyes watch you as much as they do your hand. The crease between your brows as you work out the angle, nose wrinkling when it doesn't quite work out how you imagine. Tongue out in concentration, hair up in a bun and wispy tendrils caressing your neck.

He is in awe seeing the lines and shapes take form.

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The buzz of Seoul softens at 3am when you finish a few weeks later.

You look proudly at your work. It may be your best one yet.

"Is that me?" Gun takes in the figure you have painted.

Suddenly shy and self-conscious, you nod. It's not the first one you've created of your boyfriend but it's the first one that he has seen more than a passing glimpse of.

Gun blinks at the canvas. Is that how you see him?

He studies the angle of the face, scar softened in shades of pink between eyes that should be demonic. Recognises himself in the pose, odd that it is comforting and protective rather than intimidating. The lighter shades of your paint strokes illuminates, frames him like a halo.

Gun looks at the painting and feels your love poured into it.

It's him all at once and not at all. At least not in the way anyone else could possibly see him.

"It's a masterpiece," he kisses you softly as you smile against his lips, "And you're mine."

[lyr-caelum]

Hi!

do you have any tips for those who want to start making comics?

I love your work btw :)

Hi!

Actually, I barely know what I'm doing, (because this is the first time ever I'm making a comic) so my advice is that if u want to start making comics then MAKE COMICS!

but I can share my process in case that helps.

Step 1. Script and Planning

(In my case, since I'm adapting something that is already written and I've already read it more times than I'd like to admit, [thank you for the pain Rollercoasterwords and MsKingBean89] I've already established all the plot I'm going to adapt. So I already have every year divided by chapters and plot points, to make sure the story stays consistent. But in case your work is original, the first step will be to write your story)

Write the script. ( my friends beta-read my script to make sure it makes sense and to check for any misspellings cause I'm dyslexic)

Establish a shot list. (this helps me a lot to figure out the intention and vibe I want to achieve with every scene and how I want the dialogue to be delivered)

Thumbnail every scene. (this makes me calculate how many drawings are needed for a scene, and how they all work together to make the story readable and understandable. This way I have a rough idea of how many drawings, shots, and backgrounds I need).

I ALWAYS KEEP IN MIND BEFORE THE NEXT STEP, THAT IF A DRAWING IS POINTLESS IS UNNECESSARY FOR THE STORY.

Step 2. Drawing.

Rough. (here is when the madness happens, rough sketch every thumbnail, figure out poses and expressions [show emotions don't tell them. Everything supports the dialogue])

Clean-up. (making sure the drawings of the characters are consistent. This is my personal hell)

Paint. (here is when I add the lighting or the grayscale I choose for the scene and the backgrounds)

Once I did this to every scene I can feel my blood bubbling cause I'm close to finishing the chapter yay!

Step 3. Finish.

Layout. (is time to put together the comic strip! Here I also make the grid)

Bubbles and text.

Finishing touches. (this is my last chance to fix any little detail that bugs my eye- and try not to get obsessed over everything)

Beta read. (here is when my lovely @imsiriuslyreading beta reads, and if she cries is that i did a good job)

Publish. (export, publish, and never EVER look back! time to START ALL OVER AGAIN!)

AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! (screams in Spanish)

DONE!

Thank you for your ask <3

I love it when u guys ask me this kind of question where I can share my experience doing this project. I know it's a lot of work, and it might be other easier processes, but this is mine (it took me a while to figure it out) and so far I'm learning a lot!

And in the end of the day that's my goal. <3

[cosmosmoonie]

Distressed Badger and A Wild Cat - A Tarzan! Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart AU writing.

this is written from the perspective of badgerclops (or as i like to call him badgerporter) in this au! Also it is after the baboon chase scene from the disney film, cuz i just wanted to keep this a bit shorter lol. Btw, this was just written for fun and because i couldn’t stop thinking about tarzan au’s and mmhoph hehe. anyways, enjoy!!!!!

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What is going on?!? First the baby baboon and now a wild naked cat guy who can talk to monkeys? I knew the Emerald Jungle was weird but I never knew it could be weirder! I clinged onto the tree walking on the narrow edges and hanging on for dear life. At least my claws were able to hold me for awhile, but the longer I cling on, I will fall off the tree wall. I know my Robo-Arm can escape this but I just got this thing! I don’t know how to use it at all! “It’s okay Badgerclops…just shove it all down.” I took a deep breath and climbed to the left of the big tree.

I climbed reaching the left side to see the other side of the tree branch on the other left. I gazed at the big L shaped branch. The only thing I could hear is the birds chirping and my heart racing. “You can do this Badgerclops! Just shove it all down like you said…” I said to myself. I moved my feet one by one slowly trying to get to the tree branch. I was on the edge of the tree wall holding on with my own claws, I saw the dirt falling off to the ground as I kept moving. But then my legs lost grip and fell to the edge of the other tree branch. My hands were tightly pressed onto the other other tree branch. My face was forcefully looking down at the deep jungle floor. I’m doomed! I’m forced to be posed like a bridge until I finally hit the ground!

“Hmph, well at least it didn’t get any worse-“

CRASH!

“…Obviously it can.”

It was all over. Only the rain and thunder could take me away. I looked down at the jungle floor again but it wasn’t. I saw his green sharp eyes looking at me, messy black fur that you can barely see the hundreds of dirt and scars all over his body. The orange dried paint on his face getting closer. I screamed by seeing his face again. I tried to stay back flailing my arms like wheels trying to get away from him. But he quickly crawled up the to my face closer than you can imagine and booped my nose pushing me back to the edge of the L shape branch.

I fell safely to the branch but the craziness wasn’t over yet. He crawled up to me in all fours sniffing me as if I was some piece of food. “Get away from me man!” I pushed him away with my foot making him back up a little. But he wasn’t phased at all, he casually lifted up my foot spectating it. This guy is so small but can lift me up easily! “What are you doing?” I asked. He started to touch two of my toes moving it around. I start to have a laughing fit as he kept moving it around. “Hahaha! Stop! That tickles!” His eyes start to widen a little and scootched over to my stomach reaching it with his paws. “…Hehe, get off, g-GET OFF!” I kicked him in the face when he lightly fell on the branch into a puddle of water. He got up again back on all fours shaking the water out like a dog. He starts to crawl to me again giving me the big stare.

“Dude, stay away from me! Y’know your gonna get your butt kicked if you-“ He was way closer to my face breathing down my neck. He tried to put his hand onto my chin with his face all focused. I lifted my robo-arm and tried to slap him across the face. But without hesitation, he immediately stops me grabbing my robo arm with his paws. Even though I wanted him to get his hands off me, I didn’t try to let go this time. The cats eyes were so focused and so intriged by my arm. He looked at his hand as if he was trying to look for something he wanted for a long time. He let go of my arm putting his paws on mine. His paws and my hand were matching despite my fingers looking a bit longer than his. He looked up at me with his eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. I looked at him back seeing the sight of his eyes being so interested by my presence. All we can both hear was the light raindrops.

He let go of my hand slowly crawling to my chest. I panicked as I thought he was going to headbutt me. But no, his ear twitched and eyes widened again. He was listening to my heart beating. He put both of his hands onto my head and slowly grabbed my head onto his chest. I listened to his heartbeat thumping and his warm smile. I lightly pushed him away brushing my own fur with my hands because I lost it during the wild baboon chase. “Nice heartbeat I guess, It’s very nice.” I start to mind my own business combing my own fur. But he was thinking of somethting. He slowly opened up his mouth a little and…

“…I-It’s veryy…nice.”

“Huh? You can talk?!?”

I couldn’t believe my ears he suddenly spoke out of nowhere copying my own words! The words he said we’re slurred and broken but it was so interesting to hear. He scooted back lifting up his two hands smiling and lightly opened his mouth. “Maaouh.” he murmured. I was so confused, was he speaking all animal like again? He went a bit closer to my face putting his hand on my chest again. He struggled a little trying to speak again. “M-Maoo..” he sounded like as if an actual house cat tried to speak. Mao? Like as in THE Mao Clan?!? Could he be part of the Mao Clan family? I responded to him back repeating him back “…Mao?”

He jumped in excitement while grunting. He seems happy that I understood him. I realized something, that was his name he tried to say to me. I’m pretty sure he is apart of the legendary Mao Clan. He might be a runaway maybe? But he seems unaware and doesn’t know about the clan…it will be hard to know what happened to him.

“Oh I see!” I said with intriguement. I lifted myself up looking at him with excitement as well. He starts to mimic me again “…Ohh I see…!” He was touching me with his paws again this time on my shoulder trying to speak again. “Maoouh, Oh I see!” he thought my name was that. I lightly pushed his arms and he got confused.

“No no no, I’m Badgerclops.”

“No no no, I’m Badgerclopss…”

Mao isn’t going to understand me at all is he? But I calmed down and went closer to his face and he copied me back. I put my fingers on his chest trying to get him to say my name, pointing to me.

“Badgerclops, Mao, Badgerclops.”

“Badgerclopss…”

“Exactly.”

He touched my chin again. Mao finally understood me! The rain suddenly came to a stop and the two of us looked at each other in the eyes. BANG! The loud shotgun startled the two of us. Mao jumped on a vine sticking onto the tree. It was the sound of Rufus’ shotgun. I told him not to mess around with that thing. The man might shoot something! “Rufus!” I gasped. Mao didn’t understand the sound but mimicked me back. “Rufus…!” He thought Rufus was a sound of a gun shot. I ran up to Mao. I had to talk with him slowly this time to make him try to understand me a bit more. “Can. You. Take me. To my…camp?” I asked pointing to the direction to the location of the camp. Mao still seemed to not understand what I said. But instead he perfectly made the sound of Rufus’ gunshots. Impressive. I guess he did understand! “Yes! Rufus! Impressive you can mimic everything dude.”

Mao lifted himself a little to carry me up to swing me to the camps. But I wanted to go to the camps in a more simple way, but I guess we can’t do that. Mao is such an interesting guy. I still wanna know about his ties to the Mao clan, I have a long way to go do I? “Um, maybe at least…CAN WE WAAAALK?!?” Mao already boosted himself from the vine carrying me one handed. He went on one vine to the other and started to mimic me again, “CAAN WE WAAALK?!?”

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aaand that’s it folks! This is my last post about this au. and hopefully i will post here eventually if I had the motivation to haha

[lilliersthesillu]

I Fucking died didnt i, WELP ALL I KNOW IS THAT IM HAPPY TO BE BACK. oh here btw, i need yall to tell me what you guys pefer. Blue or green cargo pants? (and letting everyone know, tate isnt mine, he belongs to Scopophobia Studios! this is the pose i used, SO YALL DONT SAY I TRACED IT. i only trace it so i can turn it in teddie. ANYWAYS THATS ENOUGH RAMBLING, SIGNING OFF!)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ANON WHO WAS TALKING ABT WHAT MUSIC SUGURU LISTENS 2 ,,,,,, i pose 2 thee ,,,,,,,, r&b n rap ,,,,,,,,,,,

2 me hes a big kendrick lamar, de la soul, 2pac, aaliyah, alicia keys, erykah badu fan ,,,, just cuz thats who he is 2 me !!! he reminds me of those deep greens, warm browns, n the taste of earth on ur tongue ,,,

but he can appreciate The Classics DEF !!!!!!! he has a big appreciation 4 ALL music me thinks ,,, [and its a personal little hc of mine that he can play bass guitar, drum kit, AND cello ,,, as an orchestra kid ,,,, my opinions r CORRECT] [also hed probably play some rlly low instrument like ,,, tuba or bass clarinet] [satoru would play the trumpet . hed empty his spit valve on sugurus head .] [hed also play violin and be ANNOYINGGG abt it . all violins r annoying asf . [i play violin]]

honestly i think hes just attracted 2 slower, warmer music ,,, like stuff ud listen 2 in the kitchen at 11 pm and the lights a nice warm color and the leftover smell of takeout lingers in the air while you and your lover sit right next 2 each other

OH and satoru would like tyler the creator he was at camp flog gnaw i was there i saw him TRUST [ignore. ignore the racist allegations i free him from those shackles by the power vested in me as a melanated individual] i feel like hed rlly like outkast but only their SUPERR popular stuff, like so fresh, so clean or ms. jackson

also sugurus def a numetal fan . and goth ,,,,,, SUGURU IN TRAD GOTH MAKEUPPP OH MY GOHDDDDDDDDDD and w the piercings ,,,,,,,

going back on him having appreciation 4 all music i mean ALLLLL music . if u go thru his playlists half of them r in languages he doesnt even know but he LOVES them ,,,,, im thinking some songs in yoruba, sanskrit, somali, telugu, spanish, māori, hawaiian ,,,,,,,,,,,

OKI FINAL THING . big Big BIGGGG punk music fan ,,, his whole thing is abt doing whats right for the world and the people around him, and thru that he gets in2 the punk scene !!! yay !!! :3 prob likes bikini kill, xray spex, or the muslims ,,,,

AHHHHHH YOUR BRAIN …….. i’m surrounded by geniuses left and right 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 THIS IS CANON TO ME NOW BTW!!!!

you’re SO right i really think sugu is such a music guy……. loves EVERY kind of music for sure i hadn’t considered rap & rnb until now BUT THAT MAKES SOOOO MUCH SENSE …… “deep greens, warm browns, n the taste of earth on ur tongue” <- THIS IS SO SUGUCODED I CRIED…….

and !!! the classics too !!!! I AGREE SO HARD ON THE INSTRUMENTS i’ve always seen him playing either the bass or the drums but CELLO?????? is so unbelievably bigbrained. plays it for sure. and our pretentious little satoru….. for SURE a violin player and i think piano too. AND TRUMPET PLEASEEE WHY DOES THAT MAKE SM SENSE 😭😭….. he strikes me as the kinda guy who used to listen to nightcore religiously and i think sugu would find that personally offensive to the industry

honestly i think hes just attracted 2 slower, warmer music ,,, like stuff ud listen 2 in the kitchen at 11 pm and the lights a nice warm color and the leftover smell of takeout lingers in the air while you and your lover sit right next 2 each other

YEPPPP YEP ….. you can’t see me but i’m agreeing so hard my hands r shaking THIS IS HIM!!!! slow n warm music …… kitchen music …….. just . dreamy and tender …………. 😔😔😔 he’s so …..

ANDDD i agree on literally everything else too. i only know like half of these artists bc i’m embarrassingly unknowledgeable abt music but i trust your opinion w my life …. oh great orchestra master ………… (that’s so cool btw imho anyone who plays any kind of instrument is the Coolest person in the universe i’m so in awe) HE WOULD SOOO BE IN THE PUNK SCENE …… and he absolutely listens to all kinds of music no matter the language . i can see him picking up bits n pieces from the languages too bc that is our multilingual king 🤞 no matter where he is or who he’s talking to he fits in perfectly w any kind of music-loving crowd…. everyone loves him sb he goes to concerts and makes so many friends without even trying. that’s our guy.

tysm for sharing this w me i’ve decided that you’re objectively correct <333 akutami once said that suguru was “a liberal arts guy for sure” and i think abt it every single day . our artistic king . i love him.

[teddybeartoji]

AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! no you get it dune 2 wasn’t as good as the first one i think sequels rarely live up to the first one!! omg my favorites change alll the time and that includes directors LOL but my current favorite one is satoshi kon!!! he made my all time favorite movie paprika!!! he’s also the director of perfect blue ! im sure you’ve heard of it :3 i sooo so so recommend his movies like millennium actress or paranoia agent or!! of course paprika!! the music in that movie is soooo good! i also really enjoy akira kurosawa’s, tim burton’s, wes anderson’s and of course kubrick’s movies im trying sooooo hard not to fangirl too much i cannot be too much of a nerd LOLOL glasses slipping off my nose doing the um ackshually pose whenever i talk about movies

WHAT ABOUT YOU THOOOOUGH!!! who are your favorite directors

AHHH YOU ARE RIGHT ABT THE SEQUELS NOT MEASURING UP TO THE FIRST ONES but hhhhhhhh i did have pretty big expectations for it too smhhh.. i really did looooove the first one😔😔😔

OMGGGGGGG I HAVE HEARD ABT PERFECT BLUEE!!!!!!!!! i have to admit that i haven't seen it though please don't shoot me.. i'm adding paprika and the others to my watchlist rn too hehehe i'll remember those!!!!!!!!!! and i'll come screaming when i finally happen to watch them too bc we then have to Discuss them>:33333333 ALSO PLSSS NERD OUT WITH MEEEE I LOVE ITTT I WANNA HEAR ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! btw i recently saw wes anderson's isle of dogs at the cinema for the first time and i loved it soo so fucking much i think that actually might be one of my favourites of his now....

out of kubrick's stuff i think i've actually only seen the shining if i'm being honest here,, it's not like i'm not interested in the others i just have a tendency to rewatch a lot of things instead of going for smth new lmao i also love how we both seem to be Film Bros but like.. different types😭😭😭😭 I SAY THAT WITH LOVE BTW

i am a... david fincher film bro lmao fight club is literally my most watched film i love it so so much it's like a comfort film at this point idk don't get me wrong it's not my favourite of his though,, i think my top three would be 1. se7en 2. zodiac 3. the social network!!!!!!!!!!!!! but yeah i just love his works so fucking much they scratch my brain so fucking good..

AND THEN MY OTHER FAVOURITE DIRECTOR IS GUY RITCHIE!!!!!!!! this is such a silly one but i love him okay his sense of humor goes so well with mine,, snatch is one of my favourite films ever it's so good lmao aaaand i do love his later films too i think they're super fucking fun!!!!! the man from uncle has the best fucking score ever and idk i know a lot of ppl didn't like it it is one of my little guilty-not-so-guilty pleasures!!!!!!!!!!

and. continuing on with my film bro streak lmao i do like tarantino quite a lot ngl i absolutely adore inglorious basterds and django and kill bill and reservoir dogs and pulp fiction they're all just so fucking fun too

AAAAAAAAAAAND i also wanna add spielberg just bc i've been thinking abt indiana jones again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIFE-CHANGINGGGGGG i love the indiana jones films so fucking much i've loved them since i was a fucking child but they really are so so good they just don't make films like that anymore.... the lighting the blocking the acting the sweat the clothes the fact that indiana is a fucking loser and not some tough guy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa idk i could talk abt those films for forever i think..

[resi4skz]

CHAPTER 3

Pairing: Christopher Bahng x Aubrey Williams (OC)

Warnings: none for this chapter

This is purely fiction! MDNI

The next morning, I wake up in a bed that's not mine. It smells like vanilla and I just want to stay here forever.  I look around the room as I sit up and notice a study desk in the corner. Walking over, I also notice a lot of polaroid pictures hanging above the wall of the desk. They were of Chris posing with what looked like his friends. Then I glance over his desk and surprisingly, it's very clean and tidy. Typical Chris.

My eyes catch a photo frame sitting on the corner of the table. "Is that..." I pick it up and smile. "He still kept it all these years." It's a picture of us both, back in high school before I left. He was so tiny back then. But now he's taller than me.

"You're awake."

I gasp and turn around. He's wearing black sweats and looking very good in it. "Yeah, just woke up."

"Breakfast will be ready in 15. Why don't you freshen up? I left a spare toothbrush in the bathroom for you." He closes the room door, leaving me to myself. I let out a breathe that I didn't even realize I was holding. What is with him? Does he have this affect on everyone? Or just me?

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When I walk into the kitchen, the aroma in the air is enough for me salivate. I glance around and spot a cup of hot coffee and steaming omelette with 3 kinds of jams, marmalade and jelly. There was also a basket of croissants and bread in the middle of the table. "Take a seat."

I sit and he comes with a plate of crisp bacon, just the way I like it. "Do you want cream or milk for your cofffee?"

"Cream, please."

He adds the cream in my cup and stirs it before handing it to me. "Thank you."

He smiles. "Eat."

And eat, I do. I finish my plate and manage to eat 2 croissants and 3 pieces of bread. The whole time, I noticed Chris didn't say a single thing. And I was very thankful for it. And by the end, I was satisfied with a full tummy. If it was Troy, he would've taken my plate after my third bite. "I've never eaten a meal which ended in a full tummy," I confess.

I watch Chris tense, his hand turning into a fist. "Aubrey."

"Yes?"

"Are you happy?"

I tilt my head, confused at his question. "Yes."

"With Troy?"

I wanted to say yes but with all that went down last night, he will see right through my lies. "No."

"So why are you still married to him?"

"I don't....," I sigh. "Chris. You don't know what his mom is like. She will ruin my reputation and make sure to tell everyone what kind of a person I really am who couldn't give her son one thing: a child."

As he's about to say something, his phone rings. Scowling, he puts it to his ear. "Yeah?" He gets up and goes to the patio. I watch him close the patio door and turn around, saying something on the phone.

I gasp. My phone! I sprint to the room and scan till I spot my phone on the bed side table. Quickly, I unlock it and tons of notifications start popping up. My eyes widen at Troy's 30 missed calls and 20 texts. I click on the texts and instantly regret it.

T: where are you?

T: so you're not even going to pick up my calls?

T: aubrey, pick up your damn phone

T: where the fuck are you?!

T: i swear to god if you're screwing around behind my back

I scoff at his last text. Screwing around is your job Troy. I send a quick text to Leanna.

A: hey i need a favor. Pls, if troy calls and ask about me, tell him im sleeping at your place

L: already did that since i knew from the way he was asking about you. He kept pestering to talk to you but i hung up on him.

A: you're a life saver. Thank you <3

L: no problem. Btw, where are you?

A: long story. Talk later.

I sigh and lay down with my arms wide. If only my life was with a guy like Chris, my life would've been much better. I prop my head on a pillow and scroll on my phone. Next thing I know is I'm being tucked in bed. "Whoa, what's going on?" I say groggily.

"Sleep," Chris says, as he sits on the bed. "I'm working from home for a few days so I'll wake you."

"Okay," I close my eyes and sleep takes over me for the next few hours. Because I wake up to my phone ringing and I groan, my hand blindly reaching for my phone. Cracking one eye open, I groan at the name on the screen. Do I take it? And listen to him scold me? And then be miserable again? Do I want to go through it again? It stops ringing only to start ringing again, making me jump.

The room door creaks and I whip my head up. It's Chris, looking very cozy in his sweats and a sweater. I'm not going to lie but he looked very kissable with his hair down like that. "Hey, I was about to come and....what's wrong?" He walks towards me and glances at my phone. Sighing, he snatches my phone from my hand and before I can protest, he presses on the screen and puts it on his ear. "Hello?"

I watch in awe and fear. "This is Chris." I wanna crawl in a hole. "Why am I answering her phone?" He looks at me and smirks. "Because she left it at my place and now you're going to ask why she was at my place?"

Oh my god. This is brilliant. I try to keep myself from laughing. "Well, Mr. Parker. That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Nice talking to you." He hangs up and shuts down my phone off before handing it back to me.

"Oh my god, that was awesome!" I exclaim.

"He whines a lot," he says.

"He's very vanilla," I say. I was starting to see where I went wrong when I married him. "Very low on stamina."

Chris looks at me with a look I can't quite describe and then his eyes travel down. As I look down, I gasp at my shirt lifted up, showing some skin. This is embarrassing. I fix my shirt and nervously chuckle.

"Yeah?" He asks, still looking at me. His eyes a bit cloudy.

"Yeah," I replied. I squirm on the bed from his stare.

"So you've never been satisfied?"

What even is that question? And why on earth does he want to know? "You could say that." I mentally slap myself for saying that. What the fuck, Aubrey? "But...."

"But?"

"He was my first but it never felt like that," I confess. "He never iniated anything, it was always me. Until his mom started demanding for a baby. And now..."

"And now? What?" He asks.

"I think last night was the last straw. I don't think I can take it anymore, Chris."

"Hmm," he continues. "So you want out is what you're saying?"

I can't believe what I'm about to say. But I nod instead.

"I need you to say it, Bri."

"I want out," I reply and let out a breath of relief. "Okay, that felt good saying it."

"Good," he says, scratching his chin and pulls his phone out. "I know a good lawyer."

"Wait!" I cry out, making him stop his fingers typing on his phone. "He won't sign it. Ever. His mom has brainswahsed hum so bad that he gets suspicious of things like that."

I watch as he paces in the room a few times before he turns to me with a smile on his face. "I have a plan."

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*CHRIS POV*

After I drop Aubrey off at her work, I drive back home but as I walk towards the house enterance, I'm greeted by my cousin. "You mind telling me why I just got a complaint about you from one of the employees?" He asks.

"Well, good morning to you too, Felix." I say as I walk inside with him right on my ass. I walk into the kitchen and see the table still the same as it was an hour ago. I was already missing her presence. She looked very cute when she was sleeping. The image makes me smile as I reach for a glass of water on the table.

"What's gotten you so smiley this morning?"

Taking a gulp of water, I look at Felix. He's dressed rather casual today. His hair still blonde as ever. "Hey, would you mind doing something for me?"

"What?" He asks.

My phone vibrates. I take out it out my pocket and instantly smile at the text. "Do a background check on Troy Parker."

A: thank you for last night and this morning

C: you're welcome

"Why?" Felix asks.

"Just find out what he does and any other information that might be useful, yeah?"

He sighs. "Fine. But whatever it is you're planning, I want in."

I grin widely. "Of course, cousin. That's why we're partners."

His phone suddenly starts ringing. "Well, that's my cue to leave. You'll be fine for the next few days at home?" I nod and he leaves.

My phone vibrates again.

A: am i doing the right thing?

This girl. I press on her name and press call. She picks up mid first ring. "Hello?"

"Aubrey," I say. "Do you remember the time I told you that I envied you for your family?"

"I do, yeah. Why?"

"And then you invited me that night with dinner with your family? I couldn't stop smiling the entire night," I continue. It was also the time where I discovered that I had feelings for her. But I couldn't say that to her.

"Well, I didn't want you to feel left out."

I chuckle. "It made feel assured that I wasn't alone."

"I'm so confused right now," she replies.

"Sweetheart, what I'm saying is that you're not alone in this," I reply, smiling. "You have me."

"Oh."

"If you could only see that you have a lot of people that will be there for you, no matter what."

"Thanks, Christopher," she says.

Fuck. She said my name. I hang my head low, trying to compose myself. "No need to thank me yet."

She giggles. "Okay. I have to go now. Talk later?"

"Yeah. Talk later," I reply, smiling. God, she makes me crazy.

When I saw her crying on the sidewalk, my heart broke in half. The anger I felt at that moment but seeing her in that state, all I wanted to do was get her to a safe place. And warm clothes. I wanted to give Troy a piece of my mind, rhat's for sure. Once I got her to calm down and in warm clothes, she broke down again and told me everything about Troy and his mom. After I had tucked her in my bed, I watched her sleeping for a few minutes. I wanted to kiss her worries away. I wanted to hold her hand and tell her it's okay.

My phone vibrates snapping me out of my thoughts. An email from Felix. That was fast.

F: here's everything about Troy Parker, thank me later

I click on the document and I'm immediately hit with his face on his job application form. I gotta admit, he's got the qualifications for it. As I scroll down, I see that he owns the house that him and Aubrey live in. And then I see that he works in the accounts department in the company. "Sheesh, what did she see in this guy?"

A name pops on my screen and put my phone on my ear. "Leanna."

"Chris! Darling, it's been a while. How are you?"

"I'm well. You're taking care of yourself?"

"I am. I had been meaning to ask if you're going to my nightclub's opening this weekend?"

"You know I wouldn't miss it," I reply.

"Oh good! My best friend just said she'll come with her husband. I can finally introduce you to her!"

"Should I be scared or thankful?" I joke.

"Aubrey is just the kindest girl you will ever meet. Can't say about her douche of a canoe husband though."

Why did I get the feeling that I knew her best friend? "What's her last name?"

"Williams."

My lips curve upwards into a smile. Perfect.

A/N: ayo troy be giving major red flags