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sxcret-garden · 6 months ago

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4th Desire ღ Hush, My Dear [M]

ღ Aspects of Desire series ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ words: ~5.8k ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, a bit of angst, smut (dom!Jongho, sub!reader, semi-public (they have to keep quiet cause reader’s family is literally in the other room), quickie, clothed sex, fingering, unprotected sex, pain kink, biting (idol receiving), he’s lowkey mean… again askjfkljas, orgasm denial, praise) ღ warnings: reader has a difficult relationship with her family, mentions of her mother trying to convince her to wear a dress to an event even though reader doesn’t like wearing them, mentions of a bad experience Jongho had in his past relationship, (him running his fingers through reader’s hair)

Desc.: Dinner with your family goes about as you expected - you’re slightly uncomfortable because of their choices in conversation topics and very much bored. Luckily, your boyfriend tagged along and knows just how to make you feel better, and in the process he too seems to be able to finally let go of his worries.

Author's note: This has a bit of a different pacing than the chapters so far... fun fact! It's also the first chapter I wrote for this fic... no I don't write them in order, that would be way too simple kalsdjflksda

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“Necklace or no necklace?” you ask, raising your voice a little so your boyfriend would hear you in the other room. You hear footsteps, and not much later his figure appears in the doorframe to his room, where you’re looking yourself in the big mirror next to his wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear.

“Y/N…” he mutters your name, and as you shoot his reflection behind you a look, you immediately respond,

“I know…”

“It’s just your family,” he says it nevertheless and he walks over to you. Coming to a halt right behind you, his palms find your waist as he lets his gaze take in your figure through the mirror. “You don’t have to dress up for them.”

“I know,” you say once again, peeling yourself out of his hold in order to walk over to the far end of the closet, pulling out yet another different necklace. “This one?” you ask and Jongho gives you a huff, a sympathetic smile showing on his face.

“Did you hear what I said?” he questions, coming closer to put his hand above yours. “Wear what’s comfortable. Your parents won’t expect you to look like you’re going to some big event.”

“Well you’re the one talking…” You shoot his outfit a look - neat black pants paired with a knitted sweater in dark colors and a button-up shirt underneath it. You can tell he put at least some thought behind it.

“Hey,” his gums show as he smiles at you. “I’m trying to leave a good impression on your parents, okay? You’re their daughter, not the boyfriend who needs to make sure they like him,” he chuckles.

“They already love you. You could show up in pajamas and they’d be fine with it,” you retort.

“I wouldn’t take it that far.” You put the necklaces back to their assigned space in your boyfriend’s wardrobe, before closing its doors. You decide against wearing one after all.

“Actually… we still have time, so I want to ask you something,” you start, turning towards him. “Let’s sit down first?”

“Sure.” You notice by the way his stance changes ever so slightly that your partner can sense you have a more or less serious question. Really, you’re just curious about something that’s been on your mind for a while now. Making yourselves comfortable in the living room, you clear your throat and pose your question.

“You’re being very careful… ever since we started experimenting more while having sex,” you state. “And I appreciate that! It’s just making me wonder if there’s a reason to that, other than for general safety’s sake? Because I feel like you really don’t have to check in with me as many times as you do.” You were afraid he might not share your opinion on this, and feel criticized for something that seems perfectly reasonable to him. But to your relief he seems to know what you’re trying to say.

“Ah… you’re right,” Jongho responds, and then he thinks for a while. “There is a reason for that, actually,” he then says. You guess it might have something to do with his previous girlfriend, and it looks like you’re correct in that assumption. “I told you about how me and my ex tried going in that direction too, right?”

“Right.” The way he suddenly becomes very serious makes you tense up as well - it’s like a barely noticeable darkness reflecting in his gaze.

“So we didn’t want the same things… a lot of the time. There was this one specific thing - I’ll spare you the details here - that she kept wanting to try out but I always said no because it felt too risky for me.”

“Makes sense.”

“And one day we were out with friends, drinking.” You have a hunch what his story might lead up to, and you furrow your eyebrows as you listen on. “And we came home tipsy. Not totally drunk, we were still aware of what we were doing, but also not sober. And this time I gave in, thinking if it’s something that will give my partner pleasure, it will be fine.”

“It wasn’t fine…?” you guess, and a short and regretful laugh escapes him.

“No…”

“Oh,” you breathe.

“I hurt her that day. Not seriously, and not permanently. But it could’ve been avoided… and I think that’s why I’m being so extra careful with you. I swore to myself after that, that I wouldn’t do certain things if I’ve had something to drink or I’m too tired.” He glances up at you now, one finger swiping his hair covering his face to the side as his features soften, and he looks at you as if you were the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on. “But I guess I’m more afraid of hurting you than I thought I was.”

“So that’s why…” you respond. “I thought you were overdoing it a bit,” you admit. “But now I get why you’re so focused on making sure I’m okay at all times… thank you.” Grasping his hands in yours now, you look him right in the face. “I mean it. Thank you for keeping me safe.” He can only watch and blush when you bring your joint hands up, brushing a kiss onto his knuckles with your lips. “But now I’m wondering… can you enjoy it like that? I mean.. it must be stressful to always carry that fear with you.” There’s a complicated expression on his face now, and he hesitates for a second before he speaks.

“Yes and no,” he answers honestly. “I am enjoying it, please don’t misunderstand! But… yeah, I think you noticed that overall I’m not letting go as much as I might be able to without those fears. Except for last time…”

“When I called you-”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t let you say it out loud, and you wonder why. Does it really affect him that much?

“Then…” You give him a reassuring smile. “When you’re ready to let go of that fear, you can. I trust that you won’t hurt me. And I promise I will say something if you’ve overstepped a boundary or I feel unsure about something. Okay?”

“Okay,” he mouths. You get up to take a step towards him, closing the distance between the two of you, and you put your arms around him, bringing your hand up into his hair as he leans into your embrace. “Sorry for overcomplicating things and not telling you sooner,” he mutters, but you shake your head.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him, fingers combing through his locks. “You have a very good reason. Don’t feel pressured to go against your gut feeling, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you too for understanding.”

You remain like this for a while, and the longer you stay in this position, the harder it becomes to tear yourself away from the warmth of the hug. However, eventually you force yourself to step back anyway, because it is soon time to make your way to your parent’s place.

It’s half past 6 on this Saturday when the two of you arrive at your destination to have dinner with your parents and your grandparents. The invitation had come suddenly, and not completely unrelated to your cousin revealing that she and her long-time boyfriend would get married soon. Your mother had already warned you over the phone that she wanted to discuss some “details” with you, and that you and Jongho should come over for dinner on the weekend. You could only guess that those details would be mostly about trying to convince you what you should wear for the occasion according to her, and once you arrive at your childhood home, it doesn’t take long for that fear to come true.

“Oh my, who do we have here?” your mother greets you and, mostly, your boyfriend, who she seems to like a lot. It’s really no secret that ever since you first introduced him to her, she too wishes her daughter would get married soon. Though you’re nowhere near ready for taking such a huge step, so whenever the topic arises, you do your best to quickly switch to a different one. However, today her concerns aren’t of your marital status, but of - as you had guessed - your planned outfit for your cousin’s wedding.

Pulling you aside after making sure everyone else is seated at the dinner table, entertaining themselves with a conversation about who knows what, her demeanor immediately changes and she becomes serious.

“So, Y/N…” The moment she calls you by your name, you startle just a little bit. “I’ve been thinking.” Whenever she uses that line, you know something uncomfortable is about to go down.

“What is it?” you reply, acting as if you didn’t already know the answer.

“For your cousin’s wedding… you’re not gonna show up in that suit again, right?” Memories of the last occasion you decided to go with neat dark blue dress pants and a fitting blazer instead of the dress that multiple people apparently expected you to wear come back to you and you gulp.

“I was going to,” you say, and your mother sighs. It’s a condescending sigh, one that’s supposed to tell you how naive and young you are and how you should trust your mother’s words, who surely knows better.

“You should wear a dress at least for her wedding,” she says. “Don’t you think? I mean… every young woman there is going to wear one!”

“How do you know that?” you dare to talk back at her, but she raises her eyebrows at you in response. Evading your question, she continues,

“You’re so young and such a pretty girl! It would be a waste if you went in pants.” With a bitter taste in your mouth and a glance towards the living room where the conversation seems to be dying down a bit, you retort,

“Mom, can we talk about this another time? I think everyone’s waiting for us to join…” Not expecting your attempt at getting out of this uncomfortable conversation to work, you’re surprised when she gives in and you find her agreeing with you.

“Okay, I’ll call you about it during the week. Don’t even think about not picking up!” she adds, lifting a finger as a silent warning, and then she lets you off the hook, walking into the living room where everyone else is gathered. Letting out a deep sigh, you too follow.

Eventually you reach the part of the evening where the conversations of your family members are starting to bore you. Just because you've moved past the uncomfortable questions (at least you know your mother won’t bother you about your outfit for the wedding in front of the others) doesn't mean you feel particularly up for engaging in their small talk and occasional political debate. If you're being completely honest, you just might've been fine if it was only the small talk.

Yet here you are, watching your parents and grandparents argue about economics and politicians, and from the way Jongho is reaching over to place his hand on your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze as he tries not to frown too much at what's unfolding at the table, you can tell he notices your discomfort too. And it's not like you didn't warn him, it's not like he didn't assure you multiple times that it's fine, he doesn't mind, he wants to come to your family dinner anyway. But now you can't help but feel apologetic to him.

As if he knew what's going through your head when you shoot him a look, your eyebrows furrowed, he shakes his head and leans in to whisper in your ear,

"Are you okay?" Frankly, you're not okay per se. Used to this is what you are, and equating one with the other in your mind, you give him a weak nod.

"They'll stop... eventually," you whisper back, so the people in question wouldn't hear. And they really do stop a mere moment later. To your dismay, they pause their noise only to comment on you and your boyfriend instead.

"The two lovebirds... look at how they can't wait until they're alone." It's your grandma of all people who makes the comment, a knowing grin sitting on her face and you feel uncomfortable. You know it's just how people act when they see a young couple - they tease. But that doesn't mean you particularly appreciate what's probably just an expression of them being happy for you.

"Mom!" your mother exclaims and everyone laughs. You glance over at Jongho, and you see him smiling along to their bickering. It's a polite smile, nothing more, because he knows how much you hate receiving this kind of attention.

"Well it's true, isn't it?" your grandma defends herself, the creases around her eyes deepening with mischief. "We were like this too when we were their age." Now she shoots your grandpa a look, one filled with warmth as he gives her a somewhat awkward laugh because of her straightforwardness, and then puts his arm around her frame to pull her in close for a moment. You can't help but wonder if you too will still be as in love with your partner once you've reached their age, and your gaze naturally wanders over to your boyfriend sitting next to you. The familiar sight of his smile, the way he lowers his head ever so slightly because after all he's still a little shy around your family, and the way he sits up straight the exact moment your father asks him a question to start a conversation all fill your chest with warmth. Without thinking, he lets his palm glide up and down your thigh once as he answers, and just as you're about to put your hand above his, he deprives you of his touch, gesturing along with the way he talks instead. You listen to them chat as the rest of the family returns to political debates, and in your father's face you can unmistakably see that, just like your mother, he's taking a liking to your boyfriend, and it fills you with relief. And yet you soon find your mind drifting off again, wondering what would happen if your boyfriend put his hand back on your thigh, letting it wander just a bit higher. Wondering how far he could technically go without anyone else at the table noticing - though you know he’d never cross the line in front of other people. And so instead you fantasize about how he would continue unknowingly riling you up, or maybe he’d be aware of it, he is Jongho after all. He’d tease you and keep an eye on you all while making sure to keep the conversation going naturally, so that not a single soul would even guess that you’re craving for him to touch you, and he’s craving for you to beg for it. And then, after dinner is finally over, he’d pull you to another room, and-

Jongho’s hand actually returning to your thigh pulls you out of your thoughts, and as he glances over to you, noticing how your mind is drifting off further and further from the conversation at the dinner table, he moves his palms a little more towards the inside of your leg. You almost startle at the sensation, and at what it inevitably stirs up inside of you, and so you turn to look at him. As soon as you do, you find him already staring back at you, the expression on his face having changed almost unnoticeably. He leans in to mutter something in your ear again, and with it, his fingertips move towards your middle just a bit, sparking desire deep inside you once again.

"Shall we get out of here for a minute?" Thankful for his suggestion, you nod, and with the excuse of you having a headache along with assuring everyone that you'll be fine, you just need some quiet, so as to prevent anyone from following you two, he leads you out of the living room and towards the bathroom at the other end of the corridor. As soon as you close the door behind you, locking up as well, he pulls you towards him by the hand he's already holding.

"You okay?" he asks, his eyes wandering to your lips instinctively, and with his free hand he captures your chin.

"Whatever..." you breathe.

"Don't say that," your boyfriend retorts, tilting his head to the side a little, now looking you in the eyes instead. "I can tell you kept zoning out in the middle of their conversations."

"Can you blame me?" You give him a huff and a weak smile as you look away and he lets go of your chin to comb his fingers through your hair instead.

"No, to be honest." Now he as well shows you an apologetic smile. "What were you thinking about when trying to drown out the sound of their arguing?"

"Just... nothing much," you answer, suddenly worried about whether he saw right through you or if his question didn't have so much meaning behind it after all.

"You sure? I noticed that you were upset when I took my hand away earlier... you sure it was nothing much?" You gulp at his tone, the way his voice alone reveals that he very much has a pretty good guess about what you've been fantasizing about for most of the evening. And at the same time he's now taking a step towards you, forcing you to back away and eventually your behind hits the edge of the sink, with your boyfriend now towering above you.

"I..." you try to say something, but it seems your body language already tells him everything he needs to know, because now he's placing one hand on the small of your back as he leans in, his lips hovering just beside your ear.

"Cause I've been thinking about dragging you off to somewhere else and putting you in a better mood for a whole while now." You swallow thickly, and when he takes a proper look at your face to see your reaction to his words, all you can do is part your lips and whisper a confession.

"Me too." He retrieves his hand from behind you, his palm wandering to your sides and then to your front, dragging it up across your chest and letting his fingertips graze your throat on its journey to finally cupping your face. Your eyelids flutter shut almost instantly as his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, and then he leans in, coming to a halt a mere inch apart from you.

"Want me to entertain you for a bit?" His enticing offer leaves you unable to do anything but nod, and when you take a glance at his face you don't miss the look he’s giving you, knowing he already has you under his spell. However, Jongho doesn't leave you much time to think about it as he kisses you slowly, a pace meant solely to make you crave for more. You throw your arms around his shoulders as you let him part your lips to deepen the kiss, and still it ends too soon. The pleading expression in your eyes only makes him chuckle, but for now he gives you what you undeniably want and he kisses you again.

His hands wander towards your hips eventually, and after pulling down your pants and underwear just enough for comfortable access, one of his hands keeps you in place while the other finds your core. A mere finger, dragged up and down your folds painfully slowly, is enough to have you moan into his kiss, and next thing you know he pulls back and ceases all motions. Shaking his head at you, he mutters,

"They might hear us."

"R-right..." you whisper an answer, already having forgotten all about your family still chatting merrily not too far away from you.

"Let's be careful," Jongho says, shushing you while momentarily removing his hand from your side. Not letting you wait, he continues his teasing motions, and you bite your bottom lip as you try not to make a sound under his touch and his more than curious gaze scanning even the tiniest of your reactions. "What?" he whispers, a somewhat mocking tone in his voice. "Didn't think you'd already be that wet just from thinking about me all evening." And before you can even come up with anything to say in your defense, he dips a finger inside you quite effortlessly, and your hips instinctively buck into his hand. The act makes him smirk, and he pushes you back into the edge of the sink to keep you from moving around. Clicking his tongue at you as quietly as he possibly can while the amusement in his gaze is apparent, he says,

"So impatient." Furrowing your brows, you shoot him a pleading expression that causes his features to soften, and he adds another finger. "That what you want?" Nodding, you can see his eyes growing darker, and you squeeze yours tightly shut as he watches on, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Feels so good, hm?" he keeps talking, his voice low and quiet, and you dig your fingertips into the fabric of his shirt where it covers his shoulders.

"Y-yeah..." you answer, doing everything in your might to keep your volume at a whisper.

"Shh," he, however, shushes you. "Don't talk. You don't wanna risk getting caught, do you?" And so you do as he says, merely shaking your head vigorously, and earning yourself a kiss brushed against your lips.

"Good girl." And then he picks up the pace just a bit, thumb now pressed against your clit, and the way he curls his fingers against that perfect spot deep inside you makes your head spin.

"Fuck," you mouth, and you earn a sharp look from your boyfriend, but he keeps going nonetheless. You can feel your knees getting weak as you melt under his touch, heatwaves rushing through your body with every time he pulls out and pushes back inside. And then, just as your high starts building up in your stomach and you throw your head back, he pulls out just as slowly as he started. For a second you stare at him blankly, but when he takes a step back, you immediately find yourself protesting.

"Don't do this... not now, please..." You can tell exactly how satisfied he is with himself for riling you up like that and then withdrawing just as you were about to find your sweet release by the cocky grin he's giving you, head leaned back ever so slightly so he could triumphantly look down at you even better.

"Why?" he asks. "It's far too risky to let you lose control. Remember?" He leans in closer now, his fingers that have just been inside your pussy merely a few seconds ago now brushing against your lips just before he leans in, the tip of his tongue licking your juices off your mouth. "They might hear us." Unable to say a word, all you can do is reach out for him, cling to him as he tries to walk backwards.

"No, please... baby... need you so bad..." You press your thighs together tightly as you speak those words, his gaze immediately dropping down to your legs as he registers the movement, and as his pupils darken, he slowly lets his eyes wander back up to your face.

"Then what do you want?"

"Just fuck me please... do whatever you want but please fuck me..."

"Love..." he calls out to you rather softly now, quite in contrast to the firm grip on your ass that he pulls you towards him with. You suck in a breath as you can unmistakably feel his bulge against your lower stomach, but Jongho doesn't waver. "I don't think you can keep quiet if I do whatever I want with you."

"I can... please..." you push him, and he seems to ponder on your plea for a moment. Just when he lets go of you, you think this is it, you're not getting what you want tonight, but then you see him unzip his own pants, and before you can think any further, he orders,

"Turn around." You don't hesitate. All you do is do as he says, facing yourself in the mirror as you bend over the sink as far as the insufficient space between its edge and the glass surface in front of you lets you. You can see his eyes being glued to you from behind, one hand moving to your back and pulling your shirt up as your boyfriend moves it towards your shoulders, while he's giving himself a few strokes with the other. His palm wanders back down, fingertips tracing your spine, and you arch your back for him as he follows your shape, eventually letting his hand rest on your ass.

"That's right," he mutters, rubbing circles onto your skin before squeezing the flesh. For a second there you prepare yourself for impact, but he's already steadying your hips, aligning himself with your cunt. Even just his tip parting your folds makes you shudder, and so he leans forward, until he can comfortably place his hand over your mouth.

"Is it okay if I do that?" he asks, whispering, and you nod your head in desperation. At this point you think you'd comply with almost anything if only he finally filled you up, and at the same time you feel warmth spreading in your chest as he checks in on you and makes sure you're comfortable. And then he pushes up into you, forcing you to bite down a moan that would've almost escaped, and you find yourself agreeing with his earlier words. There really is no way in hell you could keep quiet when he has his way with you. And yet you manage to keep it down as he settles inside you with his full size.

"One sound and I won't let you cum, got that?" he warns, and you can barely nod as he begins rolling his hips into you. Though he starts slow, he too seems close to losing his composure as he picks up speed, using you to chase his own high as well. And even though the pleasure keeps gradually building up deep inside of you, you can keep it together so far. However, when his other hand lets go of your hips so he could rub circles against your clit instead, you know he's about to drive you insane. And so, as a moan threatens to escape your throat, you do the only other thing you can think of as an alternative - you sink your teeth into the palm of his hand. With him bringing you closer to the edge with every repetition of his movements, you don't pay attention to the impact of your actions, but when you bite down harder you can suddenly hear your boyfriend hissing a curse above you.

"Fuck..." Finding the reflection of his face in the mirror and the way his features distort in pleasure as he fucks you harder only causes you to apply even more force to how you’re biting down on his palm, and in turn he tightens his grip on your face. Squeezing your eyes shut as you're about to roll them back from all the sensations coursing through your body, your orgasm comes crashing down on you, shaking you whole. Only a mere second later, a strained grunt escapes your boyfriend as he cums inside you, halting at once to allow for you both to come down from your highs.

He pulls out carefully as you release his hand, and grabbing a few paper towels, he begins cleaning you up. With one arm around your waist he helps you stand, the other wiping clean the insides of your thighs, making you shake whenever he grazes your still sensitive core.

"You okay?" he asks finally, placing a kiss just below your ear as he holds you close, letting you rest with your back against his chest.

"Yeah..." you whisper, before remembering his hand. "What about you?" You turn around, reaching for his wrist to take a closer look at his palm, only to find very apparent bite marks there. You can't help but snort at the situation, remarking, "Well, I guess it's not the noise we need to worry about now."

"Ah... right..." Taking a look at the mark himself, an embarrassed smile now graces his face, gums showing as his ears take on a soft shade of pink. You take a hold of his hand again, bringing it up to your mouth now.

"It's okay," you say, blowing some cool air onto it, before placing gentle kisses all over the mark. "I'll make it better."

You return to the table significantly later than what would’ve been a timespan where you could be sure nobody would get suspicious, but thankfully the only question you receive is whether your “headache” is better now or not as everyone’s busy cleaning up the table. Your boyfriend immediately takes a heavy looking stack of dirty plates from your mother’s hands and carries them to the kitchen instead, and once again it makes you happy to see what a good impression your parents have of him.

“You really picked a good guy, Y/N,” your mother tells you as she moves over closer to you, and you agree silently as you glance over to where his back is disappearing in the kitchen. Caught up in your feelings, you startle as she claps her hands together next to you, the loud sound immediately makes you look at her. “You get to work too! You’re gonna have to be a good wife to him!”

“Mom!” you call out, finding several things that bother you about that sentence, but in the end only addressing one. “We haven’t even been dating for that long!”

“Oh,” she throws one hand over her mouth, before smiling with a hint of mischief in her eyes, just like your grandma had done earlier. “Sorry, I got ahead of myself. But can you blame me?” Now putting her hand on your shoulder, she points in the direction of the kitchen, and following her movement with your eyes, your gaze soon comes to rest on your boyfriend, who gives you a smile upon noticing.

“Jongho,” you call out to him to make him come over to you. “Can you tell my mom to stop simping over you?”

“What?” they ask, in unison, but very much for different reasons, as your boyfriend can’t help but smile in amusement, whereas your mother adds, “What’s simping…?” And before you can explain, your boyfriend chimes in,

“It’s a good thing, I promise.”

“Ah, well,... either way, someone’s gonna have to get dessert ready, and I assume it’s not your father,” your mother switches topic, shooting you a look. And then, glancing at Jongho and then back to you, she adds, “But that won’t be a problem you’re gonna have, right?” Walking away with that, she leaves you to protest in vain and to internally die of embarrassment, and when you see your boyfriend merely laughing at the situation, you’re not sure if that makes it better or worse.

“God, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you here…” you mutter, but he shakes his head, one arm snaking around your body loosely.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay,” he tries to reassure you, and yet your mood won’t change.

“But I’m not… I hate it when they are like this. They act like we’re already married…”

“Hey…” He pulls you aside, fingertips dancing down your arms until he takes a hold of your hands. “They like me. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess…” you say, averting your gaze because you really don’t want to keep discussing this, but at the same time you can’t shake the feeling that they’re taking this too far too quickly. And instead of dwelling on the topic, your boyfriend now finds reason to complain about something entirely different.

“You guess?” he asks, his tone making it sound like he’s upset, but the playful spark in his gaze as he raises his eyebrows at you tells you he’s just fooling around.

“I mean… no, it’s a good thing,” you correct yourself, shooting him a thankful smile for attempting to cheer you up and then letting him pull you into a quick hug, before your mother starts calling everyone to the dinner table again in order to have dessert. It’s self-made chocolate cake, sweet just as you like it, and even though you know it couldn’t possibly match your boyfriend’s tastes, he still finishes his entire plate.

“This is why they like you so much,” you mutter eventually, when people start moving again to get ready for bed. “You’re risking a tummy ache just to make them happy.” He can’t say anything to that, having been caught red-handed by you, who wouldn’t not know his ulterior motive behind forcing himself through sugary hell. So instead, you get up, touching his shoulder lightly as you do. “Let’s get ready for bed too?”

You help your mother put the remaining plates and cutlery into the dishwasher before brushing your teeth and eventually moving to your old room with your boyfriend. Making yourselves comfortable under your blanket which is that much fluffier than the one you’re using at his place, you immediately feel sleep tugging at your bones and you let out a content sigh.

“Say…” you mumble, facing him as you’re both rolled over onto your sides. “You didn’t seem so anxious about possibly hurting me today.”

“Oh, you’re right,” he whispers a response, sounding as if he hadn’t really noticed that fact himself.

“Is it because we didn’t have much time?” you ask, grinning at the thought of your dirty little secret that you’re keeping from everyone else in the house. Jongho thinks for a short while, but then he shakes his head along with an “mh-mh” coming from his side.

“Because I trust you.” Your smile widens at his words. “I think the trust that you’ll say no if you want me to stop is finally bigger than the fear of accidentally hurting you…”

“That’s good,” you respond, reaching out to place your palm onto his cheek, squishing it lightly between your fingers and contrary to the expected reaction, Jongho merely raises his eyebrows at you slowly, as if he couldn’t properly process what you just did. Letting go of him, you move your hand towards the back of his head instead and your partner shows you a delayed shy smile. “I’m really glad for that,” you whisper, before you roll onto your back and he reaches out for your hand in order to place a goodnight kiss onto the back of it.

“Me too.”

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g1rld1ary · 6 months ago

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ode to my family ; lockwood x relicman!reader

➻ synopsis: you're a relicman, lockwood is the agent who's trying to recover your stolen sources, but you both might get more than you bargained for

➻ word count: 2486

➻ warnings: swearing, violence, no pronouns but reader is referred to as a girl

➻ wrote this for the anniversary of l+co's cancellation :(( I love this little show and all the joy its given me this year <3

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Life as a second-generation relic man (or woman) wasn’t easy. Far from it, in fact. A life of dealing with the black market, being on the run from agents and being stuck under your father’s thumb wasn’t exactly the life plan from your vision board, but what could you do? Your father had never let you pursue any training for your talents and you’d never had much education either, so you were more or less stuck in the family business.

Still, you made the best of it. You were dedicated to your job — maybe just because you had nothing else to do — and some point along the way you started to believe that your father might have been right. Why should DEPRAC get the final say on all these sources? As long as they were handled properly, why should all those beautiful old artefacts be destroyed? And as far as your father told you about his trade business, the sources only went to serious collectors with proper protection. So, you were a pretty instrumental hunter in the business, and that was the way you figured your life would continue.

Despite the popular misconceptions about your job; the violence, other ruthless relic-men, near-death experiences, your biggest nuisance was agents. Mostly the other relic men left you alone once you’d staked out a location but agents were so nosy. Like, finders keepers much? They were so aggressive too, always whipping out their rapiers the second they spotted you. You wondered if they’d surrender when they found out you were a girl. You hated the leering looks from the older men you met on missions and your skills being underestimated, so you wore a fencing helmet whenever you went out to pose as a boy. It also helped you get out of sticky situations; more than once you’d ducked behind an alleyway to stuff the helmet in your bag and walk away from the scene unharmed.

Anthony Lockwood hated relic-men, with the exception of one Flo Bones — but that hardly counted. All they did was make his job harder and stop him from getting back to Portland Row and a nice mug of steaming tea. He particularly didn’t like you, though he truthfully had no idea who you were. The sabre mask had given you a bit of a reputation amongst hunters and agents alike; tough, efficient, and deadly with a rapier. Plus, you had a great success rate in beating Lockwood and Co. to collecting a source, waving it around obnoxiously as you slipped out the window and into the night.

Tonight there was something different in the air. Your father had sent you for a major haul, some old source collector had recently died and left their entire collection in an old dusty warehouse. It was simple, get in, grab as much as you could possibly hold and get the fuck out. However, it seemed that you weren’t the only one who’d been alerted to the news. The area was crawling with men you recognised from other missions or auctions, and you knew instinctively the night wouldn’t go how you’d initially planned. Still, you weren’t going to let your father down and come back empty-handed — he’d probably have your head if you failed.

You trudged up the hill to where the building was, cursing the wet grass underneath your feet. In a big plot twist for everyone, it was raining in London. However, the dark clouds made it easier for you to go unnoticed, sticking to the shadows and ducking past the men hanging around. You’d made it inside the warehouse pretty easily and started packing sources into your bag before you realised it was almost too quiet inside — there should be way more collectors around. Peaking out the window you blanched, there were a myriad of agents outside scaring away other relic men (or fighting those who weren’t so easily deterred). You cursed quietly, knowing they’d soon venture inside and find you unless you could get out fast.

You were almost out, just creeping through a backdoor when you spun towards freedom, only to be met with the cocky grin of none other than Anthony Lockwood. You sighed, scanning the landscape for a quick escape route.

“So we meet again,” He said, rolling up one of his shirt sleeves. You refused to glance down and take your eyes off his, knowing he was, annoyingly, a great fighter, and you needed to stay focused. “Will this be the day you finally speak?” He all but taunted, still not reaching for his rapier. You wished he would, it would make the interaction go faster if you could skip the niceties and go straight to fighting. You wouldn’t indulge him and break your cover though, you doubted Lockwood would keep your secret.

“I suppose not,” He mused, “No matter. How about you return the sources you’ve stolen and we’ll call it even, hey?” More silence, you didn’t dare to move, not until you knew you could get away. Only when it was evident that you weren’t going to cooperate did Lockwood’s hand reach for his rapier and you eyed it slowly, hand drifting over to your own.

“I don’t want to fight you,” He tried once more, though you watched the blade slide slowly from its holder, “These sources deserve to be handled with proper care — these people deserve to be laid to rest, don’t you think?” You faltered for a moment. You’d never thought about it like that, it had never occurred to you that these sources really were the very essence of so many dead people. Your father had raised you to think of them as a means for profit, nothing else. Still, if you returned empty-handed your father would kill you, or worse. You had to succeed.

Evidently, Lockwood could tell your intentions, and brought his rapier out in a preparatory position and you did the same, slightly apprehensive for the fight to come. You knew you were good, but Lockwood had impeccable technique. Regardless of your feelings the fight began, and all you could hope was that you could hold your own until there was an opportunity to escape. Lockwood was putting up a significant fight though, which was highly inconvenient. Just when you gained the upper hand he subverted your expectations, putting a foot square into your stomach, pushing you back against the wall of the shed.

You groaned, losing your footing and smacking down against the ground, head hitting the dirt with a dull thud. You didn’t immediately recognise anything was wrong until the finishing blows from Lockwood never came. Looking up at his dumbfounded face you understood why.

“You’re a girl?” He asked, and you hastily grabbed the mask that had fallen off, then stopped when you realised there was no point in putting it back on now.

“Yes.”

“You’ve always been a girl?” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, Lockwood. I’ve always been a girl. And if you’re too afraid to fight one then can I go?” You looked at him expectantly. He shook his head.

“Sorry, but you’re still holding extremely dangerous sources that cannot be sold. If you hand them over I’ll let you go and keep your secret?” He offered, and it was your turn to shake your head no. You used his shock to switch your positions, your back now out to the world. You didn’t run though, rapier out in front of you. In terms of the limb-to-body ratio, Lockwood had about the same proportions of a Daddy Long Legs, and you knew he’d catch up to you easily if you ran. So you fought, rapiers clanging as you defended yourself against him.

“How old even are you?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Sixteen,” You said, “Why? Do you think I’m a child?”

“No, Jesus,” He laughed, parrying your move easily, “I’m hardly older, don’t be so aggressive. Why are you fighting? Don’t you have a life to live?”

“Obviously not,” You scoffed, “I’ve been trained for this, this is why I was born! I have to help my Dad’s business.” Lockwood grew more bold on the offence and you were struggling to keep up, distracted by your chatter.

“Why not run away? You’re too pretty to be stuck as a pawn for him.” You faltered for a second, stumbling backwards from the compliment, but counteracted it with a harsh hit aimed at Lockwood’s side. He let out a noise of pain but didn’t move, only coming closer to you as you grew more tired, movements becoming sloppy.

“You don’t get it, do you? If I leave I die. I have nowhere to go, and even if I did have somewhere to go my father would hunt me down and probably kill me for betraying him.” You kicked him in the knee and he swore, but he looked more enlivened by the fight than anything else. You supposed he probably didn’t actually get to fight much — with ghosts not being enthralling fencing partners and most relic men actually trying to kill him. And as much as he was annoying you, you didn’t particularly want to kill Lockwood. So here you were stuck in an endless match, blocking and parrying and him trying to convince you to leave the business you’d grown up in.

“Oh my God!” You groaned, smacking the hilt of your rapier into his shoulder, sending him stumbling back a few steps as you similarly retreated towards freedom. “Can you just leave me alone?” As much as you hated to admit it, Lockwood was making a convincing point. You had never truly realised the damage your dad’s business was doing, blissfully ignorant from the explanations he gave you. You had no choice though, no way out of the mess you’d been born into.

Lockwood was drawing closer, his years of technique and experience outlasting your brute force and passion, and you didn’t really know what was going to happen. Surely he wouldn’t kill you, but you’d be in deep shit if you returned home empty-handed, or you could very well be arrested for theft. You were deep in thought about this, as well as trying to keep Lockwood a suitable distance away, which was prohibiting you from being completely aware of your surroundings. This had been working out for you so far until you felt your foot miss solid ground. Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what was happening a moment too late. You’d hit the hill and there was no chance you were finding your footing after slipping the first step down.

Lockwood had evidently realised this at the same time as you, hand reaching out to grab you instinctively. It did little to stop the momentum you’d already gathered, instead pulling him down with you. You both gasped as you tumbled, Lockwood instantly tossing his rapier out of the way and you followed suit — no sense in you both being stabbed because you couldn’t control your limbs.

The fall itself was a blur, you only knew you’d landed because of the dull pain spreading up your back. You’d screwed your eyes tight bracing for the impact, and when you opened them slowly you were face to face with none other than Anthony Lockwood, only inches away from you and breathing heavily from the adrenaline.

For once Lockwood had nothing to say. No charming comeback, no witty remark, he couldn’t even offer one of his trademark megawatt smiles. All he could do was stare at you and breathe, which should have been creepier than it was. Maybe because you were doing the exact same thing. You didn’t know what had come over you but all you could do was look at Lockwood, held up by his forearms, droplets of sweat collected on his brow from the previous fight. You were only ripped from your stupor when you saw Lockwood’s eyes flick down to your lips, so fast you were sure it was unintentional. Still, it did the trick.

“Get off me.” You hated the way you stuttered the first word, still wanting to put up a brave front, but you were tired. And confused. And you really didn’t want to explain to your dad what had happened. Lockwood coughed, instantly rolling off you and onto his back next to you, both of you staring at the overcast sky. You were glad it wasn’t actively raining anymore, but you knew your back would be caked in mud when you stood up.

You were tired, you didn’t want to fight anymore. You got the feeling that Lockwood felt the same since neither of you moved a muscle, lying side by side in silence. You had much to think about. As much as you hated it, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said earlier. Your father’s business was bad, torturing those who wanted to be laid to rest and endangering others — you had a feeling he wasn’t actually checking the qualifications of his clients. And in that case, you didn’t want to be part of it anymore. You wanted to be good. You just didn’t know how. Glancing at Lockwood, he was still staring at the sky like it was a puzzle he was trying to decipher.

You broke the silence.

“Hypothetically, if I were to leave… where would I go?” He was looking at you in a flash, hope and bewilderment clear on his face. “If I leave my father will kill me, I have nowhere to turn.” Lockwood hesitated for a moment, seemingly searching for the right words.

“Well.” He scrambled to stand up, dusting off the front of his pants as if his whole back side wasn’t covered in earth. “You could come with me.” He extended a hand out to you, looking the picture of a perfect gentleman. And honestly, with the little you’d spoken to him, it seemed as if he really might have been. You sent one more cautionary look toward his hand before taking it, being pulled up to your full height before him.

Lockwood didn’t say anything more, merely giving you a smile, a genuine one that seemed to create its own source of light, before leading you away from the warehouse. Your backpack full of stolen sources sat sadly in the grass next to your mask, waiting to be collected and disposed of by DEPRAC officers, laying the poor ghosts to rest for good.

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myauditionfordrphil · 4 months ago

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Last night was something that I'll remember forever, after years of heartbreak and tears India finally lifted an ICC trophy. It's been 11 years since we lifted an ICC trophy, 13 since we lifted a World Cup and 17 since we won a T20 World Cup and after several close brushes with victory and knockout defeats we are finally the World Champions again. There are many things that I wanted to say since yesterday but I just couldn't get the time to sit down and now when I finally have time in my hands I'd like to get all my feelings out and shut up for the greater good.

First of all Rohit, what a man, what a captain. If somebody deserved the the cup it was him and seeing him collapse to the floor and slapping the turf with all his might showed just how much it ment to him.

Also how he was crying again after a finals but this time they were tears of happiness that didn't seem to stop.

The belief Rohit (and Dravid) showed in Virat, constantly backing him and saying that it's his class that matters and he'll perform in the finals. Virat being the man he is and standing up when India needed him the most and proving Rohit right.

How Virat called Anushka and kids immediately after the win (making funny faces and shedding a few tears) showing that you're never too busy.

The tightest Rohirat hug with both of them crying and refusing to let go of each other just after the win. Matlab pura tournament we were crying for a RoKo moment and we got it at the best time possible.

Bumrah falling to his knees and showing that rare burst of emotions and then immediately running to Sanjana, hugging her so tight that he lifted her off the ground.

Hardik, the man who probably had the worst 7 to 8 months of his life with a smile on his face finally letting go and crying like a child. He turned all the boos into cheers.

Rohit consoling a crying Hardik and barging into his interview to give him a kiss on the cheek (and the way Hardik immediately melted) god how they bashed all the rumours.

Siraj not even being in the playing 11 but falling down to the ground sobbing and being speechless during the interviews.

Also streets will never forget Axar's contribution, Bapu served India again and man deserved every bit of credit.

Shivam Dube with his quickfire and crucial 21 run innings gutted all those who questioned his selection.

Arshdeep celebrating the win after being one of the best bowlers in the tournament in full Punjabi style. The tunak tunak bhangra with Virat will always be a part of numerous edits.

A teary Rohit hugging Virat again.

The Rohika hug omg how I love them.

Rahul Dravid showing more emotions than he did in the past 30 years and celebrating like a madman on his last day as the Indian coach. He truly had his Chak De moment and he bloody deserved it.

Surya taking the bloody catch of the tournament and giving us the chance to tell our future generations about the catch that helped us win the cup the same way our elder generation told us of the iconic Kapil Dev catch.

Virat giving the trophy to Dravid and the whole team lifting him as a tribute.

Rohit running into the ground with tricolour and plunging it into the ground, hoisting the flag in Barbados.

Kuldeep telling Rohit to do the Messi walk to lift the cup.

Rohit and Virat trashing all their rift rumours and posing with the trophy with the tricolour on their backs.

Rohit standing with Sammy on his shoulders, Virat by his side, trophy in his hands and the tricolour on his back.

Bumrah giving his medal to baby Angad and him giving Boom the softest smile.

Rahul Dravid being the Barbados ka Gunda

Sammy enjoying the lap of honour on his father's shoulder.

Rohit sitting down and eating some of the soil to relish the taste of victory. The whole world saw how important this was for him and how he cherished the very soil where they won instead of putting his legs on the trophy.

Virat making the day bittersweet by announcing his retirement from t20i after winning the POTM. The man who literally carried India in t20i's and t20 world cup said goodbye to the format leaving us all a little more teary.

Rohit letting Virat have his moment and instead casually announcing his retirement from t20i and making us cry even more. The man who scored 100s in t20 for fun left the stage with the trophy in his hand.

RoKo posing with the flag and the trophy being the last time they were seen together in t20s for India. Our childhood has really ended and so did an era. Extremely happy that they bid adieu with the trophy in their hands.

Jaddu following their steps and announcing his retirement from t20s also. All the seniors from the team are gone and passed the baton on, India will definitely miss it's best fielder in the t20 field.

All the Indians pouring out their love on social media not caring how big of a celebrity they are.

MS Dhoni making us realise that we need to win a world cup to make him remember his instagram password. Yer the fact that he never posted his pic with the trophy but posted India lifting the title under Rohit's captaincy at 1.30 am.

The entirety of India spilling onto the streets, screaming, crying, waving the tiranga and celebrating the win with raw emotions.

There are so many moments that I missed because yesterday was filled with raw emotions and beautiful moments so please don't hesitate to add you own. Our men in blue proved that for every 19th November there is a 29th June. I always complained (especially after 2023 wc) that how it was unfair that my grandfather got see India lifting the cup and so did my father but never me and last night all my complaints went out of the window. It was a night that I'll tell my kids about, a night that no Indian will ever forget, a night which was made even more special with the whole desiblr celebrating together. I read somewhere that "Indians have red blood running in their veins but they bleed blue" and this statement couldn't get any truer as our mental health really depended on these 11 men in blue. And finally after ages we closed our campaign with the cup in our hands and finally our legends had a deserving farewell. Bleed blue 💙

#cricket #t20worldcup #indian cricket team #ind vs sa #t20wc finals

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dwarvenbash · 9 months ago

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Dwarf Longbeards!

Definitely one of my top 3 favorite Dwarf units in Warhammer. I tried my hardest to match the feel of the excellent 6th edition designs by the legendary sculptor Colin Dixon as pictured in the bottom-most picture (the standard bearer in the center-left has been promoted to a Runelord), but I have quite a few quibbles with the newer plastic kit.

Even so, while my take on these old fogeys could maybe do with a couple additions to fill some gaps, I'd like to think I preserved some of that grumpy character to help them fit in with the rest of the unit!

As promised though, more complaining under the cut...

Now before I dive too deep into a screed of negativity, I'll gush a bit about the aforementioned 6th edition sculpts.

Colin Dixon is responsible for some of the best Warhammer Dwarf designs in my opinion, and absolutely nails all the elements that make them stand out from their other more generic fantasy equivalents. They are loaded to the whiskers with small details, from the iconic angular "ancestor" detailing of simplified dwarven faces on their weapons and armor, to accessories from beer steins to smoking pipes to rings on their fingers. Each miniature tells a story, and for these Longbeards especially it's like they're carrying a long lineage of heirlooms and history with them into battle!

One of the greatest parts of Colin's sculpts however in my opinion are how he poses his dwarfs. An essential element that seperated old Warhammer Dwarf designs from others were how short their legs were. Most of the time, a Dwarf's boots were all you could see on a miniature, the rest obscured by long-hanging chainmail or beard hair. While this did a great job of helping them have a distinct look, it also meant it could be hard getting more dynamic and characterful poses out of them; not so for these Longbeards, however! Unlike their more follicle-challenged kin, these old Dwarfs are not shown charging into the fray, hopped up on adrenaline. This is not their first battle, and you're sure to hear them mutter something about how that "back in their day" the orcs were nastier, and the ale tasted better, to boot! So to reflect this, they are posed at ease, resting on their great weapons like walking sticks, unimpressed, just waiting for the enemy to come to them.

Now, much like in the Dwarfen kingdoms of Warhammer, the new-fangled miniature designing ways somewhat pale in comparison to the old masterworks, which brings us to the new Longbeard model...

I'm not going to sugarcoat it; in my opinion, this is a terribly designed kit. The eclectic choice of colors here isn't doing this promotional image any favors, but the problems run a lot deeper than that. Designed to pull double duty as both Hammerers and Longbeards, this 8th edition kit saps all the uniqueness and character from both unit types in order to kill two proverbial Dwarfs with one stone. The kit is basically mono-pose: the head slots into the body in a very specific way, and the ball joint sockets for the arms might as well be for show. Jamming two different unit types into one kit also means there is no room for any interesting accessories or fun bits like (nearly) every other Dwarf kit has; there are only extra heads or weapons from the unit you weren't building in the first place, which in my opinion, have different enough aesthetics to warrant two separate designs.

Beyond the kit itself, though, the design you are left with after you put it together (if you follow the instructions) is egregious. Most glaring is the model's scale: these Dwarfs are for some reason far more bulky than any of their brethren, so much so that it's a challenge trying to rank these guys up on 20mm bases! (These 8th edition models I suspect are one of the reasons TOW moved their bases up 5mm) Their stupidly bulky armor, too, is bedazzled with this bizarre flowing curly-cue ornamentation that looks more like elven handiwork than anything Dwarf-crafted. Their helmets don't even have horns of any kind like the old designs, opting instead for an odd football helmet-esque look with these orbs on each side that I absolutely despise.

The worst offender might be the model's pose. While it might not be as bad when they are built with hand weapons, the great weapon pose has absolutely no character or energy behind it. I assume the idea is that they are supposed to be mid-march, but they look like they have about as much agency and personality as a chess piece. Embarrassingly, most of the Longbeard head option's beards barely even touch the ground! The one requirement to make this unit recognizable as what it is supposed to be, and they could barely manage that.

I will say the Longbeard unit champion in this kit (pictured front and center in the above picture) does maintain some of that original repose and character by virtue of leaning on his shield and great weapon, and in order to salvage this kit I relied heavily on these bits for my own Longbeards, which you may be able to spot in the initial photos.

That and some old reliable bits from the 4th edition Dwarf Warrior kit saved this build for me, but what stings the most about this new kit is that it is what two of the most iconic Dwarf units are stuck with looking like for most people for the foreseeable future. It has been kept in production solidly since 8th edition as an Age of Sigmar unit, and now with The Old World, it'll probably hold that course.

That being said, there's still a chance for some new developments with The Old World, as some units like the Dwarf Lord with Shieldbearers will almost certainly be getting new models. I'll keep my fingers crossed, but like any good Longbeard, I'll probably just keep sticking with the old stuff. :)

Thanks for reading this somewhat rambling editorial, I'll try to keep these constructive rather than full on devolve into GW-bashing all of the time (while that is quite fun...), but I had to devote some time to articulate why exactly I feel so strongly about this particular variety of Dwarf, as one does.

Not to end on a sad note, but Colin Dixon passed away quite recently, so if you have a moment, here is a very nice article memorializing his career as a painter and sculptor of miniatures:

#warhammer #warhammer fantasy #dwarf #kitbash #fantasy #tune in next time for a model with some actual paint on it!

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sojrner-fishsticcc · 2 years ago

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loona pm - further updates!

lots and lots of updates for this post! been trying to make roughly a post per day to not go overboard but still share what im working on cos MAN ive been absolutely going through this project! this rules!!!

so first off, very minor and later addition i finally gave loona glowing eyes! ive been meaning to do that for a while but i finally figured out how to! so yah, she looks v pretty now.

the major thing was animation. WAYYY more animation. i discovered the cpm modeling discord last night and its helped me get a really good grip on how it works (if you ever use cpm, go there because trust me you are not going to figure this stuff out on your own.) so heres just a big list of poses i animated (still a lot left! ahh!!!)

- walk cycle (improved!) now looking at it after looking away from it for a while it looks a lil goofy so i might rework it at some point but god i cant get over how nice that digitigrade cycle looks.

- run cycle! (omg its so cool im so so happy with how it came out) like seriously. i am so so proud of this. some of the hair bobbing and the chest and head movements are a bit stiff so i will probably improve on them. still, this is absolutely the part im the most proud of.

- jumping (meshes super well with running anim, a bit buggy when falling long distances but thats a bug with cpm itself) i recorded this one in game since AHGHHHH it looks so cool in context. the running-jumps are rad as hell.

- sneaking and sneak walking. like the running, i cant get over how the digitigrade walk cycle here looks. it has a lot of bone clipping that is probably not anatomically correct nor comfortable but whatever. it looks cool and i like it. sneaking is still buggy, so i cant do things like spam the shift key as that little “hello!” thing that some people do, because cpm has some issues switching between poses instantly, so here when crouchign for a split second it displays the default crouch but then corrects itself making it bug out. that sucks but i dont really know if theres much i can do about it.

- punching/swinging with both hands! more of a minor thing, but hey these little details are super important. id love to figure out if i could make a context thing so that it makes a full horizontal swing when holding a sword or weapon. (i didnt feel like recording a gif for this just believe me bro.)

thats about all i have so far. i plan to do much more and fix some minor bugs like symmetry in walk cycles soon but its a bit difficult. also, not only animation got an overhaul- i also finally implemented proper armor mapping that’s compatible with (hopefully!) any armor set! heres a demonstration of that using the minecraft dungeons armor & weapons mods, just bcos they look very cool and they help a lot with details in armor. (oh and btw, i made the hair specifically press down against her head when wearing armor, of you can tell)

as a further plan, i really want to add some extra movement stuff to this. i know that custom player models allows changing the hitbox, health, reach, etc. and i really want to make this loona model run really fast and have a super high jump. like i said in a previous post, im a big fan of the videos \@rohan_furries posts of his mod which adds detailed anthro fox models to mc, and one of the things it does is add a ton more movement so you can absolutely fly around and lunge and stuff. i really want to add that because GOD running around and kicking ass in this model would be i think the coolest thing in the world. i really hope i can add more detail to the animations because i would love to just stack so much detail on this thing until its so so so smooth... but generally i think itll be mostly finished by the end of this upcoming week, including polishing some of the already existing poses. but ill probably still continue working on it beyond then to add some cool movement stuff like i said above, which i dont know if its even possible but GOD if it isnt im going to figure out how to get it working. i also want to get it working with other buggy things, like some modded armor sets arent compatible with the armor mapping ive set up. ill have to ask around on the cpm discord for that because god the people there really seem to know what theyre doing. theyre all rad as hell btw. other ideas ive had include blinking anims, maybe some more polished idle poses, startup and finishing anims that help it transition between poses more smoothly (which i swear to god might be broken but might just be doing it wrong.) and also gestures if i can figure those out. i also might try to change the arms to be made of two segments instead of the current one so i can get a bit more detailed with the posing. im struggling between adding detail and maintaining the minecraft artstyle. im also excited to finish this project so i can do this all over again but better with another model. dont really know what character its going to be, if you have any suggestions send them to me i guess? idk, i might find a cool one or make one of my ocs or make an oc just for this.

when i finish this model i dont really know what to do with it. its mainly a little project for myself, but i really want to share it with people. ideally id want to sell it for like 10-20 dollars because this thing has taken hours of my time but i still want to share it with people, but im 16 and dont have a way to transfer cash :\ might figure something out, whatever. if you’re interested in getting your hands on it once its finished maybe send me a message? i cant guarantee it but i might if you seem cool.

ok, NOW i need to go to bed since its like LATE as HELL right now. good night guys :)

#loona #loona helluva boss #furry #furry art #furry character #minecraft #minecraft mod #modded minecraft #3d model #pixel art #helluva boss #development #gif #player model #showcase

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honourablejester · 1 year ago

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Thought for a Starfinder NPC

Because scavenger slimes are adorable and perfect and I’m completely in love with them. Ahem.

Despite the danger scavenger slimes pose, some creatures find them endlessly delightful. Gremlins find kinship in their destructive nature, while space goblins share the slimes’ habitats and gift for rebuilding technology. Some pirate crews have also learned to seed long-haul freighters with scavenger slime eggs, then follow from a safe distance until the oozes shut down their victims’ defenses.

Starfinder goblins are highly intelligent unwanted people who stowed away aboard starships to new worlds and made their way in the worst parts of their new homes by scavenging materials and an innate, if unpretty, grasp of engineering.

Starfinder scavenger slimes are mostly mindless but still sentient unwanted pests that stowed away on starships (admittedly after possibly ending their world), who developed in sewers and the worst, most unnoticed parts of their home, and who have an instinctive and intuitive understanding of engineering and need to scavenge and reassemble things.

They both share habitats and gifts, and goblins find the slimes ‘endlessly delightful’.

So what if there was a goblin, or perhaps a small group of goblins, that adopted and were trying to teach the scavenger slimes? The slimes’ intelligence is literally marked ‘n/a’, so you’d think it’s a lost cause, but their ability to understand and use weapons, the exception to their general ‘mindless disassembly and repair’ deal, might indicate that they could develop further. I mean, they were originally an inert repair gel that gained sentience, you don’t know!

So picture, like, a junk yard. A space junk yard. Probably on an asteroid or other relatively out-of-the-way place, just so nobody comes busting in trying to exterminate the slimes or the goblins. (Yes, the Diaspora may well be my favourite part of the Pact World system, why do you ask?) And there’s this crew or family of goblins, running this vast treasure trove of junk and scrap and broken items, and they’re trying to teach the colony of scavenger slimes that share their home to understand and use the things they rebuild, not just mindlessly break and repair them over and over. It’s slow going. It’s been the project of generations. But they are, they’re adamant, making progress.

And, to be fair to them, the slimes haven’t disassembled any of the power generators or atmospheric generators or terraforming equipment that keeps the asteroid livable. So. You know. Maybe?

They’ve carved out a whole little tiny ecology, these goblins and their little ooze buddies, this bunch of so-called ‘pests’ that nobody wants around. A little kingdom of junk in the arsecrack of nowhere, like the sewers and maintenance corridors they all grew up in out here. They trade for new scrap and interesting things to disassemble with repair services and sometimes money, other goblins out there maybe support them on occasion, if they can, so they keep themselves ticking along. Protecting themselves, protecting their buddies. And their buddies protect them too. Another tick in the ‘not so mindless’ column? Or just an instinctive grasp of a good deal and an equally mindless, instinctive defensive response, like their innate ability with weaponry? The goblins are certain which answer they believe, and you can make your own mind up.

But there are dirty rumours about the yard, of course. Rumours that, like the space pirates above, the yard makes sure that ships have to come back and be repaired, by slipping slimes onto them and waiting for things to start breaking down.

The goblins are passionately adamant that that’s not the case either. They wouldn’t do that. Their buddies wouldn’t do that. They’re not going to put their buddies onto strange ships with people who are going to kill them the second they find them! Don’t be stupid! Maybe you just walked through one of the seeding areas, they told you to stay on the ships, but they absolutely, 100%, did not deliberately put slimes on your ship so you’d have to come back and get it repaired.

They don’t sell slimes to pirates to put on ships either. That’s a dirty damned rumour, and they have enough trouble with pirates in the area without going inviting them in.

So was it an accident? A pattern of accidents? Are pirates stealing slimes and/or slime eggs from the yard to use for themselves, and that’s why it’s all happening in the same vicinity? Are the goblins lying through their teeth? Or are they telling the truth? Are the slimes deliberately spreading eggs to the ships, and if they are, is that instinctive, the same way they’ve always spread, or is that deliberate? Because the slimes have been developing maybe a smidge more intelligence, enough to understand ‘broken ships bring good stuff in’, but not necessarily enough to also understand ‘broken ships that think you broke them on purpose might be angry about it’?

And either way, if you stumble across this little broken scrapyard paradise … what are you going to do about it?

#starfinder #ttrpgs #npcs #minor quests #scavenger slimes #goblins #oozes #they're perfect and i'm with the goblins on this one #minor adventures

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Coming from the perspective of urbex, there are a few dangers which align with abondoned places that have stagnant water, but it's not like they exude a cloud of toxic miasma.

Culling any human danger, such as laws or hostile people, the most common thing to worry about is sharp debris such as broken glass. Wouldn't want to get an infection! After that, structural problems can lead to dangerous collapse, especially in the case of disturbing or walking on weakened wood or rusted metal supports.

That goes for basically any kind of structure you might find. There are more specific problems you may run into like broken asbestos materials. The dust in old buildings is something you seriously want to avoid disturbing and breathing in.

If there is water damage, this can contribute to structural problems, and also depending on the materials used, toxic mold spores. Standing water in a wood building certainly improves the condition for mold to grow in. Not all mold species are the same, and peoples' sensitivity differ wildly, though in extreme cases that matters less. A much more likely biological threat would be manure from animals that have made the open structure their home.

Indeed, for flood waters, this is leads to contamination with broken septic tanks and sewer lines.

In the absence of sewage contamination, stagnant water isn't that dangerous. I wouldn't recommend drinking it, though.

Now dangers tend to get more specific and you have to worry about them less. In the case of a flooded area, you have to make sure not to fall in without a way to climb back out as drowning could occur. By the time a place is abandoned it probably doesn't have any live wires, but the kind of water is plenty conductive and could pose a danger of electrocution.

There are a variety of chemical agents that might be lurking in an industrial district, but its hard to go too much into specifics as basically every industrial facility that makes things has been abandoned at some point. If the structure is some tunnels or otherwise goes underground you have to worry about toxic gasses. If there was a fire, such as from burning electrical components, then this can cause a buildup of carbon monoxide. Carbon monoxide will generally disperse within natural air, but colder temperatures lowers the capacity to do so, which means going down a long ladder like one found in a steam tunnel can be deadly. You have to be especially mindful of this one because it is colorless and odorless.

Another gas is hydrogen sulfide. This one has the smell of sulfur, which you may recognize from rotten eggs. Hydrogen sulfide pools in normal air and is produced by natural bacterial breakdown or industrial processes, so sewers or other underground structures with biological contaminants are a concern. The gas is more obvious and less extreme in exposure symptoms so its not as dangerous to run into than carbon monoxide.

Then there is methane. Methane is soluble in water and produced through the breakdown in sewage and natural materials. Usually it off gasses quickly into the atmosphere, but you can run into higher concentrations of it if you just opened a flooded basement that has water saturated with it, such as from again waste treatment contamination. It poses a fire and asphyxiation hazard and rises in normal air ( a greenhouse gas ). Also in higher concentrations you can actually see it, apparently, but I can not verify that from my own experience. Least likely to run into this one.

In rare cases there may also be radiation risk, but this is highly location dependant. You probably are already aware of the location you're exploring has a risk for radiation exposure. But that is a thing that can happen. Maybe there could be some radon gas exposure but that's not really a common concern.

im pretty sure this post just. isnt true. as in, i googled dangers of stagnant water and most sources seem to indicate its fine as long as you dont swim in it? which doesn't seem to have anything to do with equipping a respirator

But I was also curious so I looked up "Katrina cough" on wikipedia:

The Louisiana Office of Public Health conducted a case-control study of emergency department visits in New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. The OPH distributed a questionnaire to patients seeking treatment for cough, sinus drip, sneezing, wheezing, chest congestion, swollen red and puffy eye(s) and sore throat. According to the study, state epidemiologists found no increase in the rate of New Orleans-area respiratory illnesses. Although rates were found to be no different in comparison to state and country rates, the study showed that people with chronic sinus or respiratory symptoms were more affected by the hurricane.

State epidemiologist Dr. Raoult Ratard disputed the existence of any disease cluster associated with the hurricane in 2006: "There is no such thing as a single condition such as ‘Katrina Cough’ that would be different from the bacterial and viral respiratory conditions we would expect to see at that time of year...no such outbreak occurred because of Hurricane Katrina."[2]

so i think probably the author of this post is a member of an epistemic community founded more on personal narratives than on scientific naturalism.

but yeah the original post has almost 20k notes which is a good reminder of how easily unverifiable information can spread on the internet

#reblcat #joorinvestigoge #thoughts ofthefog

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cagedchoices · 3 months ago

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In Westworld canon, Caleb takes jobs as a criminal to make a little extra money, and he does so through an app called RICO. He reiterates several times that he doesn’t “do personals.” But you might be asking, what does that mean? What ARE personals?

In a Behind The Scenes exclusive segment called Creating Westworld's Reality, Jonathan Nolan once said, “Caleb is not willing to participate in, what we call, personals. Kidnappings, murder, the heavy shit... Petty larceny, grand theft auto, all those things, sure. Personals? Nah.”

So the heavy shit mostly means crimes carried out directly against an individual person, basically. In my loose interpretation it encompasses any job that inflicts terror, pain, or death on a person for profit and that's the main reason Caleb (thinks he) wants no part in that.

He'd rather go after big businesses and things like ATMs or vehicle theft because money and property can be replaced or compensated. Human lives can't be replaced and traumatic experiences can't be taken back. Basically, in the real world he would steal from a multi-billionaire company like Apple or Amazon but he wouldn't steal from the local general store in town because that's just someone trying to scrape by on an honest living most likely.

Most RICO job examples that are given onscreen use code names. Some of the ones shown are:

Red Rum - This one seems fairly obvious - Red Rum is murder spelled backwards. The main symbol that appears under listings is a skull for what else but death. Another symbol such as a gun, knife, or bomb may appear depending on what weapon is required (or just recommended?) to carry out the contract with.

Smash & Grab - Robbery. The main symbol representing this job type is a man running while carrying a large sack of loot over his shoulder. Like the murder contracts, these also include a second symbol for a weapon, which varies depending on what the job details call for. One example seen on Caleb's phone shows a gun and a different one shows a bomb.

Wetwork - If I were to make an educated guess— based on this job symbol being a back view of a car with a figure leaning over the passenger's side in a seductive pose, this could be referring to sex work.

Babysitting - I would imagine that this is some type of protection job or looking after somebody who is indisposed in some way. Its job symbol looks like a silhouette man sitting on the ground.

Some RICO job types don't use a code name and are pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. These include:

Grand Theft Auto - It seems a bit weird to not even try to obscure this crime and instead use the actual name of the felony instead, so I can't decide if the writers kept it this way as a nod to the video game series, which the RICO app is partially inspired by, or if it was not completely intentional.

Kidnapping & Ransom - Again, with so much effort going into making the other types of jobs sound vague, this one sticks out a bit.

The first job Caleb accepts onscreen is called "Redistributive Justice." The description says:

“If you love money, then you must set it free. Steal from the rich, give to RICO, and have yourself a real BLAST. Come make money motherfucker.

Keep it clean: No blood, no guts, minimal mayhem. Don't even think about it unless you've got stats of 3.0 or higher.”

For this particular job, Caleb picks up a backpack from a courier which contains a canister of acetylene. He meets up with two associates, Ash and Giggles, and then they use the acetylene to blow open an ATM and remove lockboxes containing all the cash from the machine. The three of them quickly bring the boxes to a car staged nearby and Giggles leaves in the car while Ash and Caleb casually walk off just as the cops start to arrive on scene.

Later on in the same episode, Caleb accepts another job for something called "Party Cleanup":

“Sounds like someone made a mess. Bring your mop and your discretion.

Bonus points for speed and silence. Don't even think about it unless you've got stats of 3.0 or higher.”

I'm not sure what Caleb thought this job was supposed to be, but whatever it was, it didn't go the way he hoped it would. He enters the club and sees a fully naked man shouting at projections on the wall, yelling about shadow people and smacking his chest. Giggles from the ATM robbery is present as another associate. But so is a new guy, Estefan. Caleb likes Giggles and he seems glad to see him again. He doesn't really care for Estefan, who takes all of two words to establish that he's a dick.

CALEB: What's up?

GIGGLES: Must come down.

WOMAN: He said he wanted to try some beta limbics, then he just fucking lost it!

ESTEFAN: Fucking noob. Where’s his terminal?

WOMAN: Said he’d seen the light and we couldn’t take it from him.

ESTEFAN: Hence the 50 CCs of tranquilo.

CALEB: I don’t do personals. Let’s just call an ambulance.

ESTEFAN: He’s demoing illegals. She said he’s got a prior, that’s 20 years.

CALEB: So he goes to jail, just like the rest of us.

ESTEFAN: Dude’s not like the rest of us. High net worth. That’s how this shit works.

They approach the drugged man and he punches Giggles in the jaw. Caleb tries to de-escalate the situation by using his words, but Giggles is annoyed and punches the other guy back, knocking him to the floor. Caleb and Giggles hold him down while Estefan injects him with sedative, then they remove him from the venue, which turns the job into a personal when Caleb feels like it really didn’t HAVE to be one. They absolutely could have called an ambulance and taken that man to the hospital. They probably should have.

#big data compiles information on everybody — meta.#i'm blaming the fact that i've been watching b.c.s/b.r.b.a for this #i was just. suddenly compelled to meta abt caleb being a criminal with certain standards

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engbergeurovacay23 · 1 year ago

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Thursday was the day we left Barcelona, but we didn't leave until about 5:00 p.m. We thought we were going to get up a bit earlier on Thursday morning and go to La Boqueria market, because I had such fond memories of being so amazed and taken aback by it when I went about 13 years ago. I just love markets in big cities like that! But suffice to say, we didn't get up and at 'em as early as we would have liked on Thursday because the kids have been staying up just too, too late!

I slept all right on Wednesday night but did have about an hour of sleeplessness around 5:00 a.m. That seems to be happening somewhat regularly over these last few days. Anyway, on Thursday morning, I completed the final dealings with some laundry, as seems to be the usual for me (I am kind of a fanatic about it), and then we realized, at about 10:00 a.m., that Eric should start walking over to the Sixt rental car location to pick up our car and drive back and get us, by our 11:00 a.m. check-out. So I wrangled the children and packed up all of our things that weren't pulled together. We were indeed out of the apartment by 11:00 a.m., running into Antonio, our host, on the sidewalk outside, as he met the new guests, who were coming to store their luggage while the apartment was cleaned.

After Eric picked us up in our Volkswagen rental car (a T-Cross), we made our way, very slowly and through traffic and just general European-city driving chaos, towards Park Guell. I had booked a parking spot at a structure near there on an app, and eventually we made it, and entered the Park Guell around 1:00 p.m.

Let me tell you --and not to sound like a broken record, but-- it was extraordinarily hot and humid in the park. You would think that in a circumstance like this, there might be people selling beverages and water and little cafes scattered around the park like in many a large city park, to fuel and hydrate people, but not at the Park Guell. Anyway, the park was quite the sight to see, with all kinds of amazing plazas and walkways and structures, all by Gaudi, executed beautifully. I guess it was only 5 years ago that people had to begin paying to go into the park.

Well, we walked all over to the designated "sites to see" in the park and it was the mosaic areas that were most popular with people, and were pretty clogged up with folks trying to take their picture with beautiful mosaics and vista backgrounds (as we did, too). Some people I thought were quite rude in those circumstances and took like a dozen different shots in different poses to get just the "right one" they wanted to post on their socials, despite the fact that there were tens of people waiting to take a photo in the same spot afterwards, such as by the mosaic-tile gecko (or iguana?).

There were also some people that I thought were dressed much more "for fashion" than they were for heat and functionality! I mean, I don't want to take people's personal expressions of fashion away from them, and as everybody knows, I'm not one to do makeup any day, nor my hair everyday, so I should not really weigh in here, but there were some people wearing pretty fancy outfits to the Park Guell that had me thinking, man, that must be pretty uncomfortable and pretty hot and sweaty! Perhaps in my "middle age" I think much more about functionality 😆 Although, I do think everyone in my family managed to be both sensible and very cute and fashionable at the same time ;) And it should be stated that Spaniards in Madrid and Barcelona, and just Europeans in general (from our prior visits), seem to invest a lot more attention (than Americans, perhaps maybe just Americans not in major metros) in getting ready fashion-wise for each day. I do respect that. But, I suppose making sweeping generalizations is not wise. After all, I do teach my student not to do that ;)

From Park Guell, we decided not to get our car out of the parking garage but rather to take a taxi to the Sagrada Familia for the tour we booked. We got to the Julià Travel office, where our tour was going to begin, and we had some time to spare, so we walked to get something to eat and ended up at a "supermercat," which the kids thought was hilarious to pronounce as "super-meerkat." We got a really odd assortment of foods: dried apricots, almonds, a protein yogurt drink, two yogurts with muesli, and a slice of Spanish potato torte ("tortilla español"). We were sated after this picnic and then, the tour was ready to begin!

We followed our guide, Cristina, who had a beautiful Catalan accent (and the way she pronounced "Jesús" was mesmerizing--and there was a lot of mention of Jesús). We crossed the street from the travel office and entered La Sagrada Familia. If you don't know about it and didn't look it up after I mentioned it in a previous post, do look it up now! What a masterpiece it is--and so mind-bendingly huge! Even if you're not, a) an architecture fan, or b) Catholic, you'll probably still be impressed by it. I mean, if you're an extreme stained-glass fan, you'll be bowled over by it. Eric and I visited about 13 years ago, and there has even been some progress on Gaudi's original vision, bringing it closer towards completion, since then. It's been under construction for over a hundred years.

Apparently, La Sagrada Familia sees 50,000 tourists a day. I absolutely believe that. On our tour, we each had a little radio and ear-buds so we could hear our guide. She had so much helpful and enlightening information. The tour was only 1.5 hours and that was perfect for our kids' attention-span -- and our needs to get on the road to the Costa Brava!

And get on the road we did. By 5:30 p.m., we were en route to L'Estartit, on the coast -- La Costa Brava, to be specific. We were on interstate most of the way, but once we left the interstate and were on smaller two-lane highway, we noticed some pretty interesting-looking large stores, sort of Ikea-ish, off the roadside. One was what we referred to as a "booze shop," so big that we could not tell whether it was a warehouse, manufacturing facility, or store. Eric decided we had to loop back to find out. And it turned out to be like a Costco-sized store dedicated to beer, liquor, and wine. I gather that with a wine-drinking culture like they have in these parts, a store like that is in demand!

We arrived to our place around 8 p.m. but it was very hard to get the kids to bed. Before we even tried, we walked down to the beach and got some quick groceries at the Spar supermercat and then ate a very easy dinner (pasta, basically)-- well, the kids' dinner was easy. I made something more elaborate for Eric and I because I could not resist using the fresh tomatoes, eggplant, and bell peppers the hosts left us from their garden! Gorgeous! Poor Rowan couldn't actually settle in and fall asleep until like 1 a.m.! It was pretty hot upstairs, even though we turned all of the a/c units on, but there was not one in the kids' room itself. The room did eventually cool down, but it was steamy at first.

Anyway, this post has been long enough, but I have to talk about the Fort-Knox-style security measures that these holiday homes have in my next post. It really was puzzling to me and Eric -- like, belt+suspenders+another belt+a gate . . . you get the metaphor ;) It is now Thursday evening and I am going to sign off. I will tell you of our Thursday adventures on the beautiful Costa Brava in my next post!

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characterillustrationoliviap · 1 year ago

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Character Illustration: Silhouettes

After doing the investigation study, 100 word description and doing some research into the time period I moved on to creating a silhouette. I know that my silhouette should be simple and clear so it is easy to understand the pose and doesn't overcomplicate it. I started by using some simple base shapes to make the rough shape. I then added smaller details like bumps in the skirt to suggest layers or more circle along the head to make it look like hair. These are what I came up with for my first round of silhouettes.

You can see if the first 4 silhouettes I was just figuring out what she would roughly like. I played around with her hair and dress style. I then tried increasing the size of her skirt. When I looked at the fashion of this time period, I found it outrageous at how long and big the skirts were. So I wanted to try empathising this in my silhouette. In 5 and 6 I tried the bigger skirt but they were still a bit boring. In 7 and 8 I tried having the skirt take up 2/3 of the whole character. While I like the look of them (8 more than 7) I think this is the point where the skirt is too big. She looks more like a princess or queen so I think this skirt size is too big.

I really liked the shape of number two so I duplicated it but enlarged her skirt. This make her look more interesting as she appears to be running rather than just walking. I want to try communicate the urgency of the situation in her silhouette and I think having the larger and angled view of the dress helps this. I then got number 4 and tried the same idea with making the skirt bigger. Even with the bigger dress she looks to calm and regal.

11 is my favourite silhouette out of all of them. I tried to make it look like she's turning around in curiosity as I imagined her character to be naive and scared but also curious as she has just discovered a whole new world. The turning pose helps show her curiosity but I think having her body lean more to the right would make her appear like she is fleeing. I also liked the fan placement in this silhouette. I think it is very clearly a fan and to me it looks like she is trying to calm herself.

I definitely prefer having the focus on the dress rather than anywhere else. In number 1 I thought about empathising her hair but I think it doesn't look right. A lot of the dresses at the time had large bell sleeves. I enlarged the sleeve ends a lot in some silhouettes (1, 5 and 6) but I think it just overcomplicates her pose and general outline. I quite liked number 3 but I don't think it really shows her personality. It's too calm and it looks like a high class lady who is very put together and wise, the opposite of Phoebe.

When looking at all of these silhouettes they are all very rounded and use circles as their base shapes. I'm going to try make some more which use triangles and squares as a base. I don't think this makes as much sense for her personality but it might spark some other ideas or I might prefer it.

These are a few silhouettes I made using more sharper edges and a triangle base shape. I do really like the look of these as I think it gives her a chilling edge but I don't think it matches her personality. She looks like a villain in these silhouettes as she appears sharp and cruel. She doesn't look like she's running in fear, more like she's strutting and plotting.

These are some silhouettes I did using a square as the base shape. It was quite hard trying make her appear thin and dainty but I think the third one looks really good. I really like the silhouette of her dress as it clearly shows the layers and structure that the dresses from the time. I don't think the dress will show the movement as well as a rounded flowing one though so I still think I was use the same dress as in 11. But I'm going to try combine the hair and fan from this one onto my final silhouette as I think it suits the time period better.

This what I've got for my final silhouette. I've draw arrows to indicate which way the body parts are facing. It is a bit hard to see which way she is facing now but I will refine the silhouette once I've done a sketch. I'm really pleased with the outcome. I think the accessories are really clear and I really liked the hand holding the skirt up. It helps show she's running/fleeing a lot.

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whatsonmedia · 2 years ago

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Music Monday: Music Tracks of the Week!

Sweep away the Monday blues, with the amazing music collection this week. Tune in to some newly released music and wait for some coming this week. WhatsOn editor Tama, has come up with new hit tracks list for the week. Add these songs to your playlist and get grooving! NO THANK YOU by Little Simz In a song titled "Accolades are damned," a UK star criticizes the music industry for draining her and joins a chorus of Black British musicians who are challenging the current quo. Little Simz followed all the necessary instructions. She put in a lot of effort, kept to herself, and amassed a following through a series of critically praised albums. When the moment was right, she focused and produced a daring, thematic record with a distinct arc, making her a lock for the prized Mercury Prize, which she won in October. All 10 tracks are directed by Inflo, a childhood friend and lifelong partner. He had a brush with fame when he was chosen to work on Adele's 30, and his deft touches were woven throughout 2019's GREY Area and Sometimes I Might Be Introvert, but he's generated the most intrigue for his work at the center of the melodic—and enigmatic—musical collective SAULT, who have captivated an increasingly cult-like audience with their run of rangy R&B albums and apparent willingness to disregard industry playbooks (dropping five free, password-protected LPs with no more fanfare than a tweet being just the latest example). https://youtu.be/syaYvz2PCL0 https://open.spotify.com/album/57263zG8Md6XZ9lBUPPYCm?si=k2LDs9-TQcqGy67jK9m0xg SOS by SZA SZA's lengthy, ambitious, and opulent new album enhances her standing as a generational genius and a creator of unforgettable moments. SZA has mastered the technique of the inner monologue, turning her private views into glittering songs that simultaneously feel close-knit, sympathetic, and untouchable. On her remarkable debut album, CTRL, she narrated these contradictions through warbled melodies that disregarded contemporary R&B and pop song structure, letting her voice weave in, over, and through the beats in a manner that was reminiscent of Joni Mitchell's jazzy structure and Minnie Riperton's technical prowess. She sings in a rap cadence and breath-control flex about how she's simply over the "fuckshit" as the album opens with a Morse code distress call and a sample of the Gabriel Hardeman Delegation's 1976 gospel anthem "Until I Found the Lord (My Soul Couldn't Rest)." This album's opening title track establishes a sort of thesis: that despite self-doubt, she is gloved up and fighting for the title in the ring. https://youtu.be/WxflcXmtVTM https://open.spotify.com/album/07w0rG5TETcyihsEIZR3qG?si=DQ6aqj17SZiE04KXpWupNw INDIGO by RM The packaging for "Indigo," the lead singer of BTS RM's debut solo album, reads. "Use it: while taking a walk, showering, driving." Each new point adds more daily moments that the music can soundtrack. These guidelines on how, where, and when to listen to the record continue. It's a suitable guide, not only because "Indigo" will rapidly become a part of listeners' daily lives. But also because this record has the impression of reflecting life itself. It opens with "Yun," a reflective homage to boom-bap from the 1990s that poses queries about identity, art, and purpose. Uncertainty abounds despite RM's declaration that "I want to be a human / 'Fore I do some art / . But there's gon' be my part." The rapper seeks Korean painter Yun Hyong-keun. After whom the song is titled, to guide him along "the path to finding out." At the record's conclusion, Korean singer parkjiyoon tenderly counsels him, "Dear, don't look back anymore All you did was just to do your best," on the cozy "No. 2," adding, "All you did was just to do your best." https://youtu.be/OxdgwUncvqA https://open.spotify.com/album/2wGinO7YWLHN2sULIr4a7v?si=U5CHDuYmSpGldcm9WAV-MA Read the full article

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kirkjerk · 2 years ago

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the fellas of the mind

I am pretty sure that most people's minds are not monolithic; that there are different subparts. And that often these parts can have different personalities- even their own agenda about what they want, whether or not the higher aggregate self would agree that it's a good thing to have.

I think these parts tend to be more emotional and less rational than the whole. My current favorite metaphor is them as young students in a noisy classroom. My students are pretty well behaved though, and so I usually have an even keel, my precious equanimity intact.

What I'm not sure of if these parts are consistent; or as my friend Arun posed it, are they more like a (persistent) particle or a (transient, recurring) wave? And it's always felt like it might be important for me to be generous and accurate when thinking about my parts, lest I stir up resentment … or horror of horrors, be confidently wrong at someone else's expense (in this case, the someone else actually being a part of me)

But now… I'm ready to name some of the more important player parts. Well, not name literally- that still feels a little too corny. But describe their role. (Except while writing this I stumbled onto the term "fella" for them which seems about as good as any.) I'd also be interested in hearing about other people's parts…

One easy to spot one is the eater fella, the one with the sweet tooth (but who digs savory too. And specific textures…) Any tasty food in proximity is cause for this fella to bring the issue to the attention of the whole (Luckily if the food is labeled as someone else's the fella is more behaved, so Melissa's food can be safe. And it's relatively easy for me to make wiser, calmer decisions when I'm at the store.)

Probably the penultimate most import fella is based on ego, and fixed mindset. I have a kind of devils bargain with him; he reassures me I'm worthy and reliable and even sometimes exceptional, but in return I don't push the boundaries of that… so in life, I'm an optimizer, I look to the good of the current situation and I don't take many big swings.

The ego and the eater have a weird alliance sometimes when I'm programming- any time I run into even the most trivial of stumbling blocks- uncertainty of even something like "this step might not show me off as an effortless genius"- and I'm up and looking for a little walk, quite possibly for a snack or even a cold drink.

But the ultimate most import fella- the one that might even be the teacher that has helped build such a generally tranquil classroom- is the need to be in harmony with the greater good, the objective truth, the consensus reality. This need, well internalized by the larger motley assortment of fella parts in the classroom, effectively stops my own preferences from snowballing into disruptive anger or fear or sadness that the world isn't what I want it to be.

I suspect this fella might have gotten a start or at least a huge boost when as a child I took in tales of eternal punishment for the wicked, for anyone too out of step with God's purpose. Though ironically this huge need to be an agent of whatever Truth was universal ended up being rough for my Evangelical Christian faith: Since other people are signposts for the truth (maybe not even signposts, but R+D and manufacturing infrastructure for the Truth - but that's a different story) and about the only reliable way of preventing self-deception, the number of other religions in the world just made it seem remarkably unlikely that one small set of special revelations were right and all the other special revelations were wrong. So now I don't put stock in anything that relies on special revelation.

Anyway. I invite you to think about if this model seems true to your experience, and if so who are the parts who end up making noise in your classroom…

#mind #consciousness #self #internal family systems #faith

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leggerefiore · 3 years ago

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Could I please get some general nsfw headcanons for the subway bosses?

i hope you enjoy! i wasn't too sure if you them wanted separate or together so i did all three (for fun, ofc) lol

obviously 18+ below, please take precaution.

▲Ingo▼

●Office sex is a shameful favourite of the man. Quick, impassioned and fit during his lunch break. He gets off partly on the thrill anyone could walk in (especially his brother, as they share an office…). You're both likely to get caught only if you fail to keep him quiet.

●He's loud. Very, verrrry loud. He's constantly making noise with growls, groans, and cries. He also into dirty talking, which leads to fun situations when he uses a phrase in public too close to one he used in bed.

“You're too tight, love,” he says as you squeeze his hand a little too tight. Your face flushes red as your backstabber of a mind flashes to a heated moment between you. You push your legs together at the thought.

●If he gets overly frustrated at work, it will follow into the bedroom (with consent! The man would never dare hurt you). A slow, boring day makes his mind travel to you in lewd poses beckoning him to you. He'll be a bit more dominant than usual after work self. He's been waiting too long to get home to you.

●Call him boss in bed. It'll drive him wild and make whatever tender, loving moment into a rough, wild night. Commands are spit out, and you will likely obey from his complete demeanor shift.

●Into oral, and would love for you to sit on his face. He's a giver in your relationship and believes in your pleasure before his. Therefore, suffocate him lovingly while he makes you see stars with his tongue.

●Elaborating further, he's always going to make sure you orgasm before him. He wants to see you blissed out of your mind before he even thinks of cumming. Fingers dance and grasp intimates with planned precision. It's almost scary how well he learnt your body.

●Lastly, man is a bit vanilla with things and breaks easily at any kind of black lingerie. There's something about seeing you in a shade associated with him that makes him a bit feral. Wear it and call him boss for an extremely wild night.

●This man might be a Subway Boss, but he is the King of Aftercare. He runs you a bath, makes some food and showers you in so much loving affection. Even if you did not do anything too wild, he makes sure you're alright and perfectly content. He holds you close to him and presses a long kiss to your lips.

▽Emmet△

○Emmet proves his twinhood by also liking semipublic sex. Unlike Ingo, however, the younger twin will fuck you on his subway line. The thrill of a challenger hearing your noises and knowing what he's doing to you. It makes his smile grow with giddy. (He actually wants someone to walk in… how horrible)

○Into bondage. He loves the idea of you barely able to move and completely ready for him. He would spend hours debating whether to use rope, handcuffs or something else entirely. His Galvantula brings terribly exciting ideas into his mind. (You stuck in a spider's web unable to move… just waiting on him to do anything)

○He will, at least once, have sex with you in his hat and jacket. There's something verrrrry cute about how they sit on you, and he eats it up. His hat tilts adorably off your head as you squirm from his touch. He suddenly needs a bathroom break at work.

○His smile is a front for sadistic tendencies, he loves to see you cry from overstimulation. The noises you make are the most beautiful song he's ever heard. He bites, too. It's dreadfully hard to explain the teeth marks you have after a night with him.

○Notably quieter than his brother, but not by much. He does not say much during sex, but what he does is enough to make pleasurable shivers shoot down your spine.

“How cute! Your new marks suit you very, verrrry well!” He says with an innocent smile while pressing kisses to his own teeth marks. You'd dare say he was prideful about them.

○Boss is good and all, but you have to call him Master. You have no idea how the word got into your head during an impassioned session on the Super Double Battle Line, but after it left your lips, Emmet's smile turn malicious and one of his eyes twitched. You both found a kink that day.

○Will collar you. Don't ask why he had one with your name on it. Just wear it and let him go wild. You won't regret that decision.

○Emmet enjoys giggly, affectionate sex, too. He lives to see you smile and will absolutely fuck you silly to see it. Butterfly light kisses will tickle your flesh while you wrap your legs around him.

○His aftercare is not as good as Ingo's, but that doesn't mean it's bad. He embraces you tenderly and makes sure you're alright after all the things he's put you through. Soft strokes through your hair, kisses peppered everywhere he can.

▲Ingo & Emmet▽

●Ingo absolutely finds tying you up interesting after Emmet introduces it. You'll find yourself cumming over and over again with your hands tied tightly behind your back. Ingo is glad to bring you such pleasure while Emmet coos over how cute your face is.

○They like blindfold you and have you try to guess which one of them is fucking you. If you get it right, you're allowed to cum. If not, you're subjected to denial until that twin feels like it's fair.

●They will take you in their office while role-playing as your bosses. Many a lunch was spent with porn tier acting between the three of you. Ingo is clearly more into than Emmet, but whatever gets them through the day.

○You have been stowed away on the multi line, so they have something to keep them entertained when no trainers appear. Emmet demands you role play as a trainer who lost against them and have nothing to pay them, so you offer your body. (Ingo and you stared at him with blank expressions because you don't pay when you lose, but…) You are sandwiched between them on the bench with pleasure filled veins and such thoughts no longer matter.

●Both are competitive toward who can make you cum the most,, and you often find yourself worked over into the double digits most nights. Their hands working in wildly different ways despite their obvious similarities. Ingo is winning currently and Emmet is pissed.

○Their sync is amazing when it comes to aftercare, they barely say a word to the other yet know exactly what the wants for you. The after sex cuddling is the only reason to put up with them. It's a mess of limbs that is the warmest and safest you'll ever be in your life.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo x reader x emmet #pokemon x reader #nastystuff #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo/reader/emmet

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spice-chan · 4 years ago

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yandere!Bakugou Katsuki x darling!reader

In a different, dystopian world, yanderes are allowed to run rampant and they make up 15 percent of the population. It gets a little interesting when Bakugou, a protective yandere falls for you, a taken darling.

warnings: dystopian society (ig?), yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, reader has a bit of an early stockholm syndrome kinda thing, blood and near death, captivity.

also hi, i came back from the undead with an update.

.........

Bakugou laid on the ground, bleeding profusely, cold and alone. The red liquid soaked through his clothes, painting him as an ugly manifestation of destruction and death. However, he did not welcome the latter yet, clinging to-hanging tooth and nail to the threads of life.

What cruel irony. To be dumped somewhere so public, yet at a time when no one would bother to come. To have the Hero hanging onto the hope that someone would visit the park at three in the fucking morning.

A brutal fight between him and a particularly vicious villain ended in Katsuki suffering not only the humiliation of defeat but injuries that will do him in soon enough from blood loss. All alone, with no back-up, Katsuki suffered possibly the worst defeat of his life, for it might cost him that very same thing. Fucker attacked him after he finished his night shift too when no reporters or anyone would be around, knocking Katsuki out and dumping him in a public park just for the mockery of it.

His head felt light and doozy, and he was starting to succumb to the feeling sucking him in when he heard a gasp amidst the fog.

With what little stamina he has left, he turned around, sharp red eyes spotting a petite woman heading towards him.

You quickly got to his spot beneath a tree, crouching down and inspecting him, your warm eyes becoming horrified at the blood pool.

“Oh no, what happened here?! No matter. I’m going to call an ambulance. You’re going to be ok.” You reassured, or tried to, for the words coming out of your mouth could only be taken as self-assurance when one notices the dampness of your eyes. He tried to concentrate on what you were doing, but the next time he was aware of what was happening around him was when you clutched his hand tight with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna be ok.”

He sure hopes he will be now.

“What’s your name?”

Despite the haze covering, his red eyes zeroed on you, calmly taking you in despite the battered state he was in. You froze.

You stammered, heart hammering as you finally had another person's attention for once. It should’ve made you really ecstatic, but it just made you feel like you were naked on live TV.

“It’s um-“ you nibbled on your lip as if unused to your name, Katsuki just got lost in the dainty, delicate sound of your voice.

And when you said your name, as if testing foreign words on your tongue for the first time, he couldn’t help but think it suited you.

So pretty.

Honestly, if the sight of you is the only thing he’ll see before dying, he’ll be content. Your hand remained in hold his, your warmth travelling to his frigid hand and warming his very soul.

But the sound of ambulance sirens broke him out of his trance, and you too, it seems. For you broke away from him in fright, he had to hold back from grabbing you and keeping you close. He would, had he not been injured.

“Whe-where are you going?” He asked brokenly, desperate to keep the angel that saved him close. You shook your head, frightened and frantic. Looking at the time, and seemingly getting further and further.

“I’m sorry-I—I’ve got to go. I’m gonna late, I’ll get punished if I’m late.”

His heart sunk with every syllable you uttered, feeling a pain he had never felt before, something not tangible enough to be compared to injuries and not comprehensible enough for a man like Katsuki to express.

You’re a darling.

You’re someone’s darling.

By the time the ambulance rolled in and took him, you were long gone…

But not for long.

……………...

Katsuki Bakugo: Yandere.

Classification: Protective

Darling: Unregistered

In a world where yanderes are allowed to go rampant with their love, an ordinary citizen doesn’t know when they’ll become trapped by a person who claims to ‘love them unconditionally’. Thus making them a darling. And from the moment that label is put on them, the law ceases to help them and they become entirely at their yandere's mercy.

Yanderes are often separated into their schools and housed in their specified yandere classification ranging from obsessive, possessive and protective, and if a person overlaps two during their classification test they get reign into which house to go to. At UA, the houses are split between those three types and are equally split.

Katsuki, who scored rather high in both protective and obsessive traits, chose to go with the protective unit where he met Kirishima, who’s currently blabbering on about nothing in Katsuki’s hospital room.

“You barely made it man, I still can’t believe it. One can never be too careful these days.” He said, for the hundredth time. Katsuki was topless, the nurse having just finished bandaging his wounds. The stark white stood out against his chiseled, muscular front, it had every nurse swooning but he only had one thing on his mind.

You.

Where were you? Who were you? Did you really have a yandere? How can he take you away now?

No, he doesn’t like you. He’s just curious.

He’s survived this long without a darling. He doesn’t need one, contrary to popular societal belief.

When babies are three, they undergo tests and scans to see whether they have OLD, obsessive love disorder, which is something about 15 percent of the population suffers from.

They go to their own schools and such, but their identity as yanderes won’t be revealed to the general public, making it easy for yanderes to take their darlings by surprise when the grand reveal comes.

Katsuki himself attended a yandere oriented hero school, but what the public doesn’t know is that the acceptance rate is so low because only yanderes are accepted. Yanderes rarely, but not never, go for other yanderes so it poses as less of a distraction.

And so, the talented in the 15 percent of Japanese yandere are carefully picked and honed.

And the separation only proves something. That darlings are a distraction. He won’t be like other wanderers, he’ll get a hold of himself.

…………..

Y/N L/N: Darling

Under yandere of classification: Obsessive

Yandere name: Nagisa Mura

Katsuki ground his teeth, red orbs staring viciously at his computer screen. Hypothesizing and being faced with the fact that you do belong to someone else. The distraction, unneeded angel who fell from heaven just to save him.

Poor you, he bets that piece of shit doesn’t treat you as good as he could.

After looking further into you, he found several allegations of sexual assault made towards Mura that got completely dropped after he captured you.

A flash of searing pain made Katsuki jerk back, narrowly missing scorching his screen to smithereens.

He...he hurt you. The fucker hurt his angel, his princess...he hurt you, he hurt you, he hurt you.

He thought of your pretty, kissable lips, making unsure, clumsy movements as you tried to vocalise your name.

No, Katsuki has to have you. He needs to save you. It’s the only way for both of you to be happy at this point.

And this, spurred on a thorough check at your yandere, and Katsuki delved so deep that when he found what he wanted, he couldn’t help but break out into a lopsided, sinister grin.

………………

Nagisa burrowed his face in your neck, breathing in your scent while you sat still and rigid, not wanting to move away and risk his sanity flying away.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly, suddenly attentively look at you with his cat-like, loving, sick eyes. Your heart palpitated in fear for a second before you nodded.

“Oh, where did you go? You...didn’t talk to anyone right?” Your heart erratically hammered, thinking that he might’ve somehow found out you did, and even told him your name. You shook your head at the speed of a sewing machine, then thought that might’ve perhaps been too aggressive to be convincing.

“I didn’t. I walked to the park and came back home.”

He sighed in satisfaction at that, moving his dark bangs back to stare at you with his green hues.

“I knew night time was a better idea. There would be no one around at this time that you can’t deal with with pepper spray. Fewer people to talk to, fewer people who see you” he was smiling, not breaking eye contact once, and with each syllable, his soft voice seemed to get more sinister and sinister.

You only nodded, pliant as a lamb in his grip as he twisted you however he wished. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as if smelling a rare fragrant flower.

“We’ve gotten so far since the days in the orphanage when you refused to share your dolls with me when we were five.”

Memories. Something that should fill one with nostalgia, only filled you with an unbearable sense longing to a freer, more easy time. When you only had to worry about Nagisa bothering you during breakfast, lunchtime, movie time, sometimes worship time and wash time.

Desperate for a sense of normalcy, you hugged him back, feeling icy cold in his embrace.

“Nagi, what are we having for dinner?” A twinge of regret pierced you as you lowered your guard for a second. His hold became stiff, and he didn’t bother to swipe back his bangs as he flashed you a blank face.

“You’re thinking about dinner while we hug?”

But you knew how to deal with him better by now, deflecting his anger and turning it into something more malleable.

“Oh no, it’s just that I feel a little dizzy. I don’t think I ate or drank well those past few days.” You paired the lie with a yawn for extra measure, and the ice of his face melted to reveal a familiar worried expression pouted lips and widened greeny eyes.

He carefully put you down, bundling you in a blanket before he rushed to the kitchen to prepare you some food.

The worry he harboured for your well being should’ve filled you with warmth, but instead, you were left twiddling your thumbs and rocking yourself back and forth, an unexplainable feeling of doom filled you.

The feeling of a hand touching you caused you to spring out of your reverie in fright, but the sight of the green hues staring back at you only calmed you a fraction. He put the food in front of you, which he brought back with some vitamins because he can’t have you getting sick.

“Thank you…” you murmured, feeling incredibly stupid and useless.

He insisted he feed you and that you go to bed early.

But as you laid in bed, thoughts of strange red irises and their bewitching beholder swarmed your thoughts along with the fatigue. You hope he’s alright…

You wanted to check on him, but if you asked or even implied to Nagisa that you met someone, let alone a man albeit injured or not, that he will opt to not let you out for a year again, or possibly longer this time.

Even in his injured form, there was something undeniably feral about him, as if ready to pounce any second and gamble his chances at life if the situation called for it. It frightened you.

You shook your head, willing comfort to return to you through the soft duvet and sheets enveloping your body. You better sleep before Nagisa comes to bed and finds you awake…

…….

Finally, Bakugou has the best reason to get that fuck arrested. And you? Poor you, you’re going to have your yandere taken away, and you can’t *just* be let free. You didn’t earn it after all. Well, you would have, had there not being a perfectly suitable yandere for you to be rehomed with.

Heh, to think of it, you might hate him a little for this...but he’ll show you that he can treat you better, in no time, you’ll be wrapped around his finger like he’s shamefully wrapped around yours.

Bakugou’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt when the L-word is mentioned, not noticing when his thoughts spiralled to that degree. His deranged obsession with you had been planted the moment you saved him, but Katsuki didn’t notice when he lost the wheel of his rationality to his heart.

Yeah, sure, he did background checks on you, felt a twinge of pain when he realised you grew up in an orphanage, felt a tornado of anger when he saw the assault charges that went nowhere after that obsessive fuck captured you. Yeah, ok, he felt proud when he saw that you were the valedictorian. But… where did the stone hearted Katsuki go? Where did the one who was afraid of getting close to anyone in case his true nature shows and distracts him from his dream go?

But then, he remembered your glassy eyes, staring at him in worry that no one ever showed towards him before, fumbling with his phone to dial the ambulance while holding his hand. Telling him he’ll be ok.

The moment Bakugo looked in the mirror, he knew he lost.

His cheeks were flaming hot.

Whatever, he better start preparing your room.

…….

It felt like preparing the room of a newborn baby, Katsuki bought enough stuffed animals and plushies to make it resemble a fluffy asylum, along with pastel pink sheets. Your name was also put on the wall, with cursive pink letters that had butterflies surrounding them.

Not to forget a dresser filled with all kinds of things you could ever desire. But his favourite was filling the closet.

Besides adding some of his own shirts, he stuffed it with all kinds of pretty dresser and cute clothes that he can’t wait to see you wear.

Bakugo dusted his hands, taking a sigh and looking at the finished guestroom, previously a spare but now your own room, it looked as if a sparkly fairy vomited all over it. Hopefully you’ll like it…

He wishes you were here to see it…

An unfamiliar sense of isolation invaded his heart, perhaps it was the realisation that he just finished a room to a person who doesn’t even live with him *yet*, or knowing what he’s missing out on with you, but he knew he desperately wanted you here.

He wanted to protect you from the bastard who has you in his clutches

……..

A day later

You sat on the sofa, munching on some popcorn while you sat on Nagisa’s lap, watching anime.

A rough knock sounded out, the sound so aggressive is sounded as if the wood itself was gonna break under the aggressive force. Nagisa tensed up, he wasn’t expecting any guests, in fact, he rarely invites anyone over. He disassociated the both of you from any acquaintances from the orphanage, and you weren’t allowed to mingle with anyone.

He saw your curious look, even without any verbal question, but he opted to simply kiss your forehead and put you on the sofa.

He quickly went to answer the door, but not without grabbing a dagger and hiding it somewhere discreet.

He turned the knob, feeling his chest tighten painfully, as if sensing a near, imminent loss.

Three aggressive, toned cops welcomed his sight as soon as the door was open. They forced their way inside, cuffing him and telling him things, words that were spoken too fast and went over his head as the only thought that went through his head aas you.

He turned around to where he left you, but you were suddenly standing besides one of the officers, not allowed near him. No…

“According to our database, you are a yandere who has a darling. This means that she will be permanently taken away from you and handed to an eligible yandere as part of your punishment.”

He swallowed, his gaze, which always seemed morbid to you, now looked panicked and morose, gaze moving like a boomerang between you and the officers, as if not processing what’s happening.

“Nagisa, what have you done?” He couldn’t answer you, he couldn’t speak a word. You were leaving him, and there’s nothing that he can do.

“Eligible yandere? But as far as I know, there’s no one after her besides me.” The thought comforted him. Maybe he’ll recapture you after he serves whatever sentence he has, even though he’ll have to do it on the down low now. It’s illegal for a yandere who had their darling taken away to go after them again.

“Well you thought wrong. Scum”

Bakugou felt like the star of the show, coming in to rescue his damsel and finish his quest, with you as the prize.

Your mouth was agape, the little hope that simmered in you that you might possibly be free is now crushed, confusion coming full force in place of it. His face was all too familiar, it was the face of the man you found on death's door only a few days ago.

Nagisa’s face blanked, turning to you with bloody accusations in his eyes, which made your vision narrow to only focus on him, afraid to make eye contact yet afraid not to. You almost felt the bile rise up your stomach as goosebumps covered your entire body at his familiar, haunting stare.

“(Y/n)...how does he know you?”

“I-“ you swallowed, unable to answer. Who is he?

The dots were starting to connect in Nagisa’s head, however, instead of his chilling rage, all you got was a sad, nostalgic smile.

“Very well (y/n), it’s ok.” You couldn’t feel relieved from his ambiguous tone. Your very gut screaming at you that something was wrong.

And your gut was right.

“It’s ok, I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’m sure of it but I’m sorry because if I can’t have you then nobody can.” In the blink of an eye, Nagisa charged at you with a dagger, with speed you didn’t know he possessed, while you were frozen in place in fear.

However, before he could reach you, the blond, brawny man moved like the wind, catching the hand that threatened you, firing an explosion at the wrist in a show of wrath, probably giving Nagisa third degree burns, then twisting his arms behind his back and pushing him harshly into the floor. The level of strength between them was visibly imbalanced to the blondes' favour, Nagisa was by no means fit or sturdy, not at all when compared to the wall of strength in front of you.

The officers, novices who should have expected this turn of events by all means, have proven to be useless until the very end of this spectacle, thanking the blond the blond profusely while handcuffing the hysterical Nagisa, who was taken kicking and screaming by one of the officers while one stayed behind.

“Miss (y/n), I believe? Sorry we couldn’t prevent this unsavoury turn of events, that criminal will be locked for good, you don’t have to worry about him.” The officer tried to reassure the frightened lady in front of him, disappointed that a yandere would try to kill the person he loves. That was one of the most prohibited laws, though what can he expect from a criminal?

“You don’t have to worry about your safety though, as it turns out, you will be rehomed with Mr Dynamight. This will serve as both a punishment for the offending yandere and a way for darlings who haven’t earned their freedom to stay with their next eligible caretaker.”

You nodded shily, overwhelmed by the influx of information directed at you. It didn’t help that you barely spoke to anyone besides Nagisa in years.

The officer took your agreeableness in stride, scramming quickly as he physically felt the burn of Bakugou’s stare.

Now it was just him and you.

“You ok?” He managed to mutter, not sure how to start a conversation with you now that he had you.

You nodded, not facing him. Are you ok?

You felt the moisture gathering in your eyes, making your eyes seem like gleaming crystals.

Of course you weren’t ok.

You just had the person who, for years, claimed they loved you, stole you against your will and forced you to adapt to a lifestyle that suited them try to kill you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but apparently your body did as it broke into a sob.

Your shoulders shook in failing effort to try to hide yourself from him-Mr Dynamight or something, but he felt his heart clench when he heard you sniffle.

You heard him kiss his teeth, and you had a half mind to apologise, having unfond memories of the sound, but he instead, to your surprise, brought his beefy arms around you and embraced you warmly.

Your crying halted, head turning up to fave him with a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look in your eyes, making him blush and turn away from you with another kiss of his teeth.

“Stop crying.”

Why did his simple gesture stop your tears? Why are you not trying to make a run for it?

Most importantly, why do you feel something warm blooming in your chest instead of hate?

You looked at him, trying to channel all the hate you harbored for Nagisa for this newfound captor of yours, but all you could think about is when he saved you from Nagisa’s sharp blade— how strong and capable he was, really, shouldn’t you be thankful?

At that moment, you experienced something that never happened to you in your years of being with Nagisa.

You blushed.

……

You stepped through Bakugou’s house, already having an idea of what kind of lavish place it is from the exterior, but you were nevertheless impressed.

The place is something out of a movie, extremely different to the small and cozy apartment you lived in. Everything seemed up to date and costly.

You didn’t notice Bakugou preening in pride at the impressed look on your face. He tried to appear nonchalant, but he was seconds away from grabbing your hand in excitement as he tours you around the place.

Still, he wanted some form of contact with you, so he opted to put a hand behind your back, excusing it as you being too slow when you turned to him with a quizzical look.

His hand felt warm on your back.

“This is the bathroom nearest to your room, but there’s one in your room as well.”

Your room. It felt strangely delighting to have something be your own, when previously everything was ours with Nagisa. Everything was happening so quickly, you didn’t know whether you should try to pause to catch your breath or pick up your pace.

“And uh, this is your room.” This time you did notice Bakugou’s redness, it was quite hard not to when his entire face was red. Of course it would be.

The room looked like it was something out of a barbie house. Soft, pastel rugs paired with baby pink curtains. Plush, stuffed dolls littered the place, some small and some big enough to engulf you. You slowly stepped inside, unsure how to feel about this interior, until you felt your bed. It was also a gentle pink, but the catch was how featherlight soft it was, it felt silky, and the mattress reminded you of when you’d dream of sleeping on a cloud.

“Like it?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your blessed face. That’s the first he’s seen this expression on you. He feels almost cheated, like he would have seen way more of you and learnt way more than he already knows if that piece of shit let you out.

You hummed to him in response.

“Good, ‘cuz it’s your nap time now.”

“Huh?” You straightened your back, looking at him in protest.

“But, I still have things to ask you! Plus, I don’t need a freaking nap-“

“Sleep now, questions later.”

The sun was starting to dip, giving the room a warm, orange glow which did make you feel somewhat lethargic. Bakugou closed the curtains, and shut the door, but surprisingly didn’t leave your room. He pulled the covers back, gesturing for you to slip under. You were afraid for a moment that he was gonna slither his way inside as well, uninvited. But he merely sat besides your supine form.

“Um-?”

“I’m gonna stay here ‘till you fall asleep.” You nodded mutely, not finding a point to objecting anymore. You never have a say anyways. But, this wasn’t so bad. He put his large hand on your head, caressing it and admiring its texture, and how amazing it feels beneath his fingers. You felt his touch to be invasive at first. Who does he think he is, touching you when you don’t even know him?

But you don’t speak. You instead relax and let the stress you built up melt away, and you welcome sleep.

…..

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to the feeling of someone lately shaking you. You were disoriented, glancing around the fluffy place in confusion, your eyes looking adorably lost and confused.

“C’mon dumbass. It’s time for dinner.”

Oh, right, you were living with him now.

“I put the clothes you’re gonna wear on your bed, and here are your slippers.” You glanced on the bed, seeing a comfy looking white, silky pyjama dress slippers at the foot of your bed.

“Ok.” You nodded, “I got it.”

He gave you one final final intense look leaving your bedroom.

…….

In the dining room, Bakugou had already set everything up. He made your favourite food, lit up some candles and sat down, anxious glancing at the door and waiting for you to appear. Will you like it? Will you ask him questions? Do you enjoy living with him so far?

If the answer to some of those questions is no, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. He does know that you aren’t going anywhere though.

You quietly walked in, feeling the tension increase with each step you took.

You spied the contents on the table, salivating at the smell of your favourite food like a starved ogre, not even bothering to grimace at the memory of Nagisa’s poor attempt at making it.

Bakugou was salivating as well, but for different reasons. He couldn’t look away from your exposed skin, staring creepily as if he’s never seen a leg before.

The meal was consumed with awkwardness, neither party breaking the ice. You were afraid of confrontation, of asking too many questions and receiving nothing but anger and resentment in return. He seems so much nicer than Nagisa, you didn’t want him to hate you.

The silence reigned, and the dishes were cleared away and being washed by Bakugou, who insisted you stay near him but also insisted you stay unoccupied.

Every moment that passed felt like a moment lost, and you kept summoning your courage, but the words just wouldn’t leave your mouth. Maybe you should build up to what you really wanted to ask instead of jumping straight to it.

You saw his red eyes sneakily glancing at you, rapidly leaving your form when you noticed him, causing his ears and face to flush.

“So um, what do you do?” he quirked an eyebrow, looking at you strangely while his movements didn’t pause.

“You-you don’t know?!” he exploded, looking at you in disbelief. You just shook your head like a deer caught in headlights.

Oh, that shit must’ve not let you watch TV much.

“I’m a pro hero.”

Your eyes widened in wonder, the decadence of the place suddenly making sense.

“Cool! What’s your quirk?” he ditched the dishes, excitedly showing you his quirk and explaining how it works, delighted at your cute smile and interest in him. The air felt charged and lively, and maybe that’s what led you to ask the questions that have being nagging at you.

“So um, how did you-uh, how did you even find out anything about me?”

Your heart dropped when you saw the excitement on his face disappear, his usual scowl in place of it.

“You told me your name, that’s all I needed to know. I never stopped thinking about you ever since I saw you, I tried but I couldn’t. If even someone as strong as me can end up on death's door, then what would happen to you? I couldn’t just leave you.” At this point, he was caressing your face, looking at you with love stricken eyes. You were reminded of who you were talking to, you were talking to a Protective yandere, who took you.

You didn’t have to ask anything else really, pandora’s box opened, and everything you weren’t previously privy to is now made obvious to you.

“It sickened me though, knowing you actually fucking belonged to someone else. So how could I leave you? I had to save you like you saved me.” he had both of his huge hands on your face, looking at you with pure insanity, love, adoration and bloodthirst swirling and mixing in his irises. He was a yandere, he was the person every ordinary person should fear, he has you in his clutches, you should be trying to escape and regain your freedom, you saw first hand how easily capable of hurting you he could be if he wanted… So why weren’t you scared?

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