#Love it but it's harder to work out and especially ink than it looks haha

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When does the Javier NSFW A-Z come out?

This blog is dead, but thanks for stopping by haha. The first part is here, and I found the rest of the letters in a draft. You can read them below the cut ;) 

Favourite Position - Javi likes to mix things up a lot, so he doesn’t have any one favourite position. That being said, he does like to take you from behind. He puts one hand around your waist and threads another through your hair, tugging harshly with every thrust. He also has a soft spot for having you on top. His hands find your hips, pulling you down against him roughly. His eyes hardly waver from your chest, where he watches your breasts bounce up and down.

Goofiness - Javier isn’t all that goofy during sex. He does like to tease you though; making sly comments or calling you playful names in Spanish. Other than that, my mans is pretty serious.

Hair - Out of all the men in camp, Javier is the least hairy and best groomed. His chest and stomach are completely free of hair, save for the happy trail leading down to his pubic area. As for pubes, he’s not working with anything too crazy. It’s likely that he keeps himself trimmed up down there.

Intimacy - Sex is a pretty intimate thing for Javier. Although he can be pretty rough (sometimes bordering on aggressive), he makes sure that you feel loved and taken care of before, during and after sex. Foreplay includes lots of sloppy kisses and caresses from loving, tender hands. And even if he isn’t that romantic in the moment, he sure as Hell makes up for it later.

Jack Off - One time fairly early on in your relationship, Javier walked in on you getting yourself off. You apologized and immediately began to cover yourself over, but he encouraged you to keep going. “Don’t stop for me beautiful, I’m just admirin’ the view.” By the time you finished, he was rock hard; his member clearly visible through his trousers. “Come over here, Mija. Let’s see what those hands can do to me.”  

Kink - Where do I even begin? Praise, degradation, spanking, light choking, biting, maybe a bit of exhibitionism and just general rough sex. Also, not a kink per se, but he’s really into speaking in Spanish during sex. It started out as an accidental thing, but once he saw how much it turned you on, it became a regular occurrence. On a similar note, if you call him ‘Papi’ he will go crazy.

Location - If he’s horny and you’re willing, Javier will take you anywhere. He doesn’t really give a fuck about being caught in the camp. Which is convenient considering the two of you don’t have a private tent since escaping from Blackwater. It’s either you fuck very quietly beside Charles, or get creative and sneak somewhere else. If John or Arthur are away from camp, you usually just steal their tent for an evening to have some fun. John caught you in the act once. He was horrified and made a big show of burning his bedding the next morning.

Motivation - Like I mentioned, calling him ‘Papi’ is a big turn on for him; he often uses it for himself. Other than that, he really likes to hear your voice shake and tremble when you talk. He often coerces you to talk and then fucks you harder, just to hear your voice falter. Expect lots of teasing as he wears a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s that love? I can’t make you out… Speak up mi corazon, tell me what you want.”

No - Even though he seems confident and careless, Javier is a very jealous person when it comes to his lover; particularly around other men. This leaves him pretty unwilling to share you with anyone, especially with any the boys around camp. It’s also worth noting that even though he might be pretty rough and aggressive when it comes to sex, he would never want to do anything that would overstep his partner’s boundaries.

Oral - Javi doesn’t have a preference when it comes to giving v.s. receiving. He’s a pussy eating God, and he knows it. He loves nothing more than having you buck into his mouth and beg him for more. He keeps his tongue focused on your clit, and uses his middle and index fingers to pump in and out of you. He can bring you to your climax within minutes, but he drags it out for as long as he can, pushing you to your absolute limit. When he’s on the receiving end, Javier is still very much in control. He keeps his hands in your hair, roughly bobbing your head up and down his cock. He occasionally pushes your head down too far, causing you to gag, and he can’t help but make a dirty comment; “You like choking on my cock, nena? You look so fucking pretty down there.”

Pace - Sex with Javier is almost always fast and rough. There’s a sense of urgency behind his movements that’s almost primal. That being said, there’s a time and place for slow, sensual sex. It’s usually reserved for special occasions or when you haven’t seen each other in a while. He especially likes to slow it down when he knows you’re feeling insecure about yourself. He’ll worship absolutely every part of your body, and by the time he’s done, any insecurity you might have had will be the absolute last thing on your mind ;)

Quickie - Quickies with Javier aren’t an uncommon occurrence. Usually, they happen just outside of camp with you pressed up against a tree. He takes you from behind, and with every thrust, your cheeks rub up against the rough bark. It’s likely that they’ll show signs of irritation by the time he’s done with you. If you’re too loud for his liking, he’ll make a show of putting his hand over your mouth; allowing you to bite on the flesh of his palm and fingers. Bite down on him hard enough, and he’ll give you a harsh slap on the ass, cursing into your ear. “Don’t be so fucking rough with me, Mija.. ‘Cause I’ll be rough right back.”

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if you won't mind could you share your fave hetalia artists??????????

Idon’t know anyone on this list personally, so hopefully I won’t be bothering anyoneby tagging them here. They were the first people that came to my mind so I couldn’tadd many talented people on this list :(

@ellmovy : How they stylize facial features of a figure isjust… incredibly gravitating. What I really admire about their art especiallyis how they can do this while staying true to the original designs of thecharacters. And oh the diversity they bring with this! And it’s not only thediversity of shapes of the eyes or the skin tones- how each character has aunique smile to themselves, how corner of their eyes crinkle, how the lightilluminate parts of their face- there is always so much to explore.

The colors they use are also another thing they never fail towork with masterfully. Toned down palettes with balance of light and shadowsthey create polarize their prominently bolder drawing style and gives thedrawing another depth. It’sjust… incredibly pleasing to look at,,,

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@kisamesfacioplegia : Ireally don’t know where to begin to be fair. Not only their historical content isso well put together and reflected, simplicity of their color composition andhow they can make this a stylistic element is beyond great. they have such a strong hold on understanding colors and creating a narrative with it. perhaps this is especially the case because of their extensive knowledge on the concepts & topics they base their pieces on.

another thing is that- their HRE & Prussia are just? the best?? their approach to their design is marvelous and their headcanons for these two always are on point and a delight to dig into more! 

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@gnostic-heretic : Ah they have such an elegant style! The vintage& baroque vibe, the balance between curvatures and sharp edges! Their sketchesare always drawn so smoothly and have such a natural texture to it. Their useof ink has its own opulent trademark on their art and just looking at how theyconduct such flows with ink and continuous consistent patterns they use neverfails to be incredible.

Otherthing I really want to add to this is the way they draw hands! While I can saythe same thing for their figures in general, how he inks the hands gives themsuch solid form yet they still keep a delicate charm to themselves.

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@yelyzavetaart : Toconfess now, they were the one who got me into hetalia with their art, haha. how clean their sketches are and  drawing without letting the lead smearnever fail to strike me. building up volumes at certain partsand keeping balance of lines crossing each other- these especially are two things they perfected in their art.

The content itself- the research that must go for each- I learn new things from the notes they add as context for their pieces. oh and the clothes! The clothing they draw! I simply don’t know where to start to tell how much I love the glimpse of historical fashion in their art.

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@anneimator : Theirstyle is just adorable! The monochromatic sketches with cartoon likeexpressions! Their art is just so soft and it makes me happy! After a long day, there is nothing better than just some soft content to just enjoy and ah their art of France showing love to others is always so nice to see! Also they dragged me into the hell that is turkfra so here i am, forever grateful for them for this haha.

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@aph–lietuva : I… don’t know where to start. Their knowledge on history and how well they blend this to their art- everything they add, whether it would be an embroidery or just a small accessory, not only they add to their work, but also strike historical accuracy. how they prioritize this, and how they work on every detail without running away from it… there is always more to discover, or to read between the lines of. 

And their characterizations of the nations! It’s just so on point! I really enjoy reading their small comics and ideas on nations, they always being so well thought out.

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@tractymart : I actually recently discovered their art but I have to say, their style is magnificent! at some pieces, their figures and shapes are so bouncy it creates a flow, and at others, how they use solid forms makes the person focus on the color compositions they create so masterfully! and while this is the case, they still manage to keep such a consistent style.

one thing that strikes me is how they use exaggeration of certain elements as a part of the composition- I don’t think I will ever not love the ‘tiny merchant’ concept of italy with the pointy nose!

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@elisabethillustration (@ask-risorgimento-italy) : I added both of their blogs because, while I first discovered their art through their ask blog, I didn’t want this to be taken as i only talk about their ask blog.

Perhaps the most prominent part of their art overall is their approach to narrating- whether it would be on a bigger scale such as in the continuous storyline of their ask blog or in their individual work. And their animations- their style of animating- it feels so natural, not only in terms of the figure but the lines and transitions between each small change in the movement. Its hard for me to explain what I exactly mean.

their style is even harder for me to explain- their lines are so clean and their style seems simple, yet it is not. It had depth, differentiation in volumes. Let it still carries its natural aspect of it. It has such a unique charm to it.

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@stirringwinds : they were one of the first artists i started to follow when i first came to the fandom. it may not be the main focus of their art but the way they draw the eyes is sharp and harsh in the best way. they can convey such strong emotions with only a portrait of a character and this is especially incredible to me because, the historical periods they put the focus on are the parts of history where the international relations were on harsh edges. not only the eyes but the narrative they tell really underlines this. perhaps this is one of the reasons the storytelling of their pieces are so prominent and natural in a way. just… the tension is magnificently crafted.

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Mystery Baby Theatre, Part 2

(Short Story Post, 2/6)

As expected, the little sick event drove in the views. Reggie’s newest pregnancy was a hit and he strut his stuff in front of the camera whenever his partner asked. The kids loved it too whenever there was a new baby on the way because it meant more family activities together because Carlos liked to show off how family driven they were on camera. Unlike his previous pregnancies though, Reggie found himself having a much harder time. Eating became difficult with his morning sickness and he only craved alcoholic drinks, specifically wine. This left him a little bit tipsy all the time. He also wanted to smoke. He wanted to smoke cigarettes really badly even though he’d never smoked a day in his life until now. He’d been told to expect these cravings by the mystery sire and that it was safe to indulge them. Smoking and drinking was bad for their videos though, so he had to do it in secret, but because he did it so often, he had less chances to be on screen. He was right about feeling the baby kicking early on: only a couple weeks after the first video, he could already see visible movement from the foetus inside. No other pregnancy has such development so early and it did not help him sleep at all. At night, Reggie spent hours rubbing his belly, hoping the baby would calm down so that he could get even just a few winks of rest.

As obsessed with the belly as Carlos was, he was first to notice appearance changes. As Reggie’s baby grew, the veins on his stomach had started to darken more than any of his other pregnancies, almost looking black under his skin, like ink had been injected into his bloodstream. By month four, his skin was webbed with them, starting from his belly and radiating up into his chest and down to his thighs. They bulged a little and anywhere there were clustered, his skin was overly sensitive and sore. Rubbing lotion on it seemed to help just a little with the pain, but the dark veins didn’t go away. For the most part, they avoided doctors. They found one they trusted to help with Reggie’s health through his pregnancies, but they still preferred not to go too often as they’d had one too many stalkers and they didn’t need anyone harassing their source of medical attention. Their doctor however was just a human doctor and Reggie always refused to have ultrasounds done to preserve the surprise of it all, so a lot of guesswork was involved in treating him. Carlos was more concerned than Reggie seemed to be about it. Yes, he loved the mystery and the views, but he loved Reggie more and this pregnancy was worrying him more than any of the others. “Mi príncipe, how are you feeling this morning?” Carlos asked one day, as Reggie came into the kitchen. He was now six months along and had their youngest, Ocean, on his hip. The blue babe had tear stained cheeks from finishing a little fit and clung to Reggie for comfort. Their little fist scrunched up his shirt, exposing a bit of belly. “You know, rough night, but I could be worse,” Reggie admitted, going and sitting down at the kitchen table. He placed Ocean on his shrinking lap and wiped their face down with a tissue. “Could you warm up a bottle for us?” “Is he hungry?” Carlos asked, getting up to prepare the formula. Reggie had already had top surgery before ever getting pregnant so he could only bottle feed his children. “They, babe,” Reggie reminded. “Please remember.” “Lo siento, my love,” Carlos apologised. Since Ocean was born a mixed Yulinian child, their sex was not like a human’s so at first, the couple had attributed the baby with the gender they believed they looked like they had but were quickly corrected by Yulinian fans who informed them it was proper practice that Yulinians born on Earth should use neutral terms and should be given the choice to choose genders when they are older. Carlos had been nervous about following it, but Reggie had been all for it especially since he had a few non-binary friends, so he insisted they do their best to work with that for Ocean. “Are they hungry?” “We’ll see. You know Ocean,” Reggie said. “They never know what they want…” “Fair.” Carlos threw the bottle in the microwave and went over to give Reggie and Ocean each a kiss. “Are the others still asleep?” Reggie nodded. “Brynn’s up but she’s on her iPad. Pretty sure she's addicted.” “Of course, but all the kids have them these days...” Carlos placed his hands on his hips. “What will you be up to today?” “I don't know... Maybe some yoga?” “You should see if you can get Vance to join you. He has karate tonight. Extra stretching could help.” “Oh, is it really karate day? I think his gi is in the wash.” “There's time.” “I know, I just don't have energy.” “Don't worry about the laundry. I can finish the laundry,” Carlos said, getting the bottle out of the microwave when it beeped. “Anything you need me to do.” “What are you up to today?” Reggie asked taking the milk. He tested it on his wrist. “Are you making a video?” “No, no... It’s a family day, babe. We should take the babies out somewhere.” Reggie shook his head starting to feed Ocean. “I don’t think I’m up for outings today… If you want to take them though, knock yourself out.” “You know I can’t do it without you.” Carlos leaned over the back of Reggie’s chair and placed a hand on his stomach. He blinked when he felt the squirming inside. “Reg, you didn’t tell me the baby’s kicking right now.” “It’s always kicking,” Reggie said. “It never stops so I guess I’m just so used to it now, I don’t even notice. Sorry babe, I know how much you love feeling the kicks.” “Yes, but this is a bit ridiculous,” Carlos said. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “I swear, everything’s perfectly—” Reggie was cut off by their doorbell ringing. They had the smart home all hooked up so their phones also buzzed. Reggie groaned. “What did Vance order this time?” “You know he’s banned. It’s probably my new smart toothbrush,” Carlos considered straightening up. He pulled out his phone to check the camera. “…No, it’s some guy in a suit.” Reggie tilted his head. “A suit? It better not be who I think it is…” “Who?” “The fucking government. They probably want to do tests on our children. Don’t answer it.” Carlos started pocketing his phone, but the doorbell went off again and his notifications when crazy. “They’re very insistent…” “Then tell them to fuck off.” Carlos nodded. “I’ll deal with it, you stay here.” “I had no plans on moving,” Reggie said, clearly occupied with feeding his child. Carlos jogged to the front hall and stood at the door. Through the door window, he could tell the suit was taller than him but skinnier. He pulled out his phone again and used the intercom option through the doorbell. “Hola?” “Hello, is this the residence of Carlos Fuerte and Reginald Tran?” “Who is asking?” “I am agent Korsgaard from the APID. I’d like a word with you.” “You’ve had a word. Now you can leave us alone.” “Sir, I understand that my team has contacted you before and that these encounters have been less than pleasant. I can assure you, I am here peacefully.” “Then peacefully go away.” The agent let out a long sigh. “...I have had to watch every single one of your videos to determine the health and safety of your partner, your children and yourself. Now we've checked in before, but your partner’s current pregnancy concerns us, and we are not sure that he is safe to give birth this time around. We just want to help.” Carlos paused. He was pretty concerned about Reggie too. This pregnancy did seem a lot different from the others. But Reggie insisted he was fine so he wasn't sure what to do. “...You're a fan?” “A fan? Well, I wouldn't...” “You've seen every video?” “Correct.” “Even the OnlyFans videos?” “Yup....” “Name one.” Korsgaard stretched his back and placed his hands on his hips. “... 'I eat Jell-O off my fiancé's ass'...” Carlos lit up with glee. “You are a fan!” “So, can we talk?” “No. Please leave my property.” The agent let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay... I left a card in your mailbox with my contact information. I urge you to be in touch.” “Bye.” The agent started to walk away down the driveway. Once he was off camera, Carlos jumped up and ran to the window on the side of the house. “Psst! Hey!” Carlos called the agent back. “Sir!” The agent cocked an eyebrow and returned. “Korsy, please.” “I'm sorry I was so rude,” Carlos said. “Reg was probably listening in on the whole conversation through our camera system app thing. I didn't want him to think I'm willing to talk to you.” “Are you?” “Yes!” Carlos started to crawl out the window. “I'm worried about Reggie!” Korsy rushed forward, worried the man was going to fall. “Hey, be careful!” “Haha, calm down.” Carlos hopped down from the window and straightened up. “A real fan would know a short drop from a first story window is not going to hurt me.” “You've been hurt countless times,” Korsy said. “Maybe physically,” Carlos admitted. “But not my spirit.” “That's not really... Anyway, can we talk here, or do you want to go somewhere else?” “Here's fine,” Carlos said. “The cameras near here only point towards the front of the house. Blind spot.” “...Have you evaded your partner like this before?” Korsy asked. “Yes, but mostly just for surprise gift deliveries,” Carlos said. “I instruct the drivers to leave things in the bush over there so Reggie doesn't see. You know, in case I'm not home.” “Ah. Adorable.” Carlos smiled. “So, um, do you know what's wrong with Reg? Can you tell?” “We don't know,” Korsy said. “It's the fact that we don't know which concerns us. All of Reggie's past pregnancies we've seen the species before. This one, we don’t think we’ve ever seen, and it appears to be adversely affecting his health." “I've been saying that to Reg from day one but he won't listen to me,” Carlos said. “He's more concerned about the views it can get us and keeping the surprise, but I care more about him. I don't want him to get hurt.” Korsy nodded. “Your partner needs to be seen by a professional. If he'd come with us back to APID, a doctor would be able to assess his health risks.” “He's not going to let that happen,” Carlos sighed. “Reggie's too stubborn. Isn't there any other way?” Korsy raised his hands. “I really can't say. Your best chance is a full examination.” “I can barely get him to go to our family doctor,” Carlos complained. “I don’t think I can get him to co-operate.” “Well, we can’t do anything without your co-operation.” “You can’t just, ya know, kidnap him or something?” “Absolutely not. The government cannot detain citizens without warrant to do so.” “So get one. Doesn’t the government pull strings like that all the time?” “I’m not going to arrest your partner just because you ask me to. Everything you and your partner are doing here is within your right. We just want to help.” Carlos went quiet, thinking for a moment. He looked over the agent then paused on a specific feature of his. “Wait…” “Sir, please don’t stare at my ears,” Korsy requested, noticing where the man’s eyes were directed. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” Carlos said. “Are you, like… A goblin or something?” “A…A-A goblin?!” Korsy scrunched up his nose. “I’m not a goblin, I’m an elf!” “Oh! Sorry, that’s what I meant,” Carlos said. “You must understand the mix up.” “Frankly, I don’t!” Korsy growled. “Goblins are tiny, ugly and greedy little creatures… Elves are a tall noble race.” “Lo sciento, I got the wrong word,” Carlos apologised. “I’m sorry, you know I’m not a native speaker… Anyway, I think I know a way I can get Reggie to participate.” Korsy placed his hands on his hips. “Really?” “Yes. I think I can get him to co-operate if you’d agree to father our next child.” Korsy blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” “We haven’t had an elf before,” Carlos said. “You’re handsome too. Reggie would probably be very excited, though he wouldn’t like that I’d know...” “Absolutely not.” Korsy turned around and started walking back to his car. “Goodbye, Mr. Fuerte. You have my information.” “Wait, please!” Carlos begged. “I’ll pay you!” Korsy stopped and turned around furiously. “Mr. Fuerte, my race isn’t for sale!” Carlos put his hands out. “Okay, okay. No need to shout. I was just trying to think of a solution.” “I recommend you talk to your spouse. We can’t help otherwise. Understand?” “Understood.” The agent got back in his car and drove off, leaving Carlos to figure out how he was going to climb back into the window.

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Kinktober - Oct 5th  (Swallowing/Collaring): Milk (MLQC Kiro - NSFW)

Description: Get frisky with Kiro this Halloween Warnings:  NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warnings: swallowing, collaring, costumes, semi-public sex, mild jealousy Word Count: 1355 words (~7 mins of dirty, filthy, Halloween-themed smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: My first entry for @alloveroliver’s amazing Kinktober challenge!  Many thanks to this incredible person for taking the time out of her undoubtedly busy schedule to organize this event.  YOU ROCK! 🤩 

Please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, and hope you all enjoy this dirty story! 😂 Happy reading, lovelies!

All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

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“Wow!  You look…absolutely amazing.  Gorgeous.  I-I can’t even take my eyes off you, haha…”

Savin tries to run his hand through his hair, but the attempt is just as awkward as the way he ogled you in your cat costume — the high collar of his black cape leaving practically no room for movement past the top of his gel-slicked head.

Keeping a polite smile on your face, you discreetly scan the room for the soft flaxen locks you loved to run your fingers through, hoping for a swift conclusion to the uncomfortable conversation.

“Thanks, Savin.  I like your costume too!  You make a great Dracula, very Bela Lugosi.  And I appreciate you extending me an invitation to B.S. Entertainment’s Halloween party.”

Before Kiro’s agent can reply, a firm yet gentle hand snakes about your waist, pulling you close to the side of a warm body — lithe yet strong, lean muscle encased in black leather; buckles and straps criss-crossing the physique that gyrated so well on stage to incite the madness of fans the world over.  And beneath a black hood: strands of golden hair.

“Miss Chips!  You made it!”

In his eyes, the vast blue of a cloudless sky.  And a smile just as luminous to match.  But the flex of his arm around you hinted at tension, and before you knew it, you were spun around and escorted off before Savin even had the chance to sputter - Kiro chucking under his breath as he says goodbye on both your behalves.

“What was that?  And what are you supposed to be dressed as?”  You finally ask when Kiro ushers you into an empty VIP room at the club booked out by his agency, the pounding beat outside falling several decibels lower when the door closes.

“I’m a ninja assassin!”  He spreads his arms wide, presenting himself in full glory.  Drawing back his cape, Kiro brings his exposed biceps closer, muscles bulging as he flexed to show off the intricate designs drawn in black ink on his skin, smiling in satisfaction to see the awe etched on your face.

“You look like you could totally KO the final boss in a video game!”

“Of course!” Kiro beams.  But then, the brightness of his smile dims.  “Hmph.  Maybe it’s my own bossy agent I need to take out.  Can’t leave that guy alone with you for even a second, I swear.”

“Who, Savin?”

“He looked like he was about to swallow you whole.  But, I guess I can’t say I blame him…”

The corners of those cerulean eyes crinkle in an impish expression as he scans you from head to toe, humming appreciatively at the cat ears on your head, the combination of your sleek black bodysuit and skirt…and the tail that hung near the base of your spine.

“That’s, um…quite the costume.  You look very, very nice, Miss Chips.”

“You like it?!  It’s actually the third year in a row that I’ve worn it — I really got my money’s worth!  Anna always complains and says I should switch it up for our company’s Halloween party—“

“So, you’re saying that people other than Savin have already seen you in this costume?!  Tch, man…” Kiro frowns, rubbing the back of his neck, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of the pouty superstar.  Bringing a hand to his face, you force him to look you in the eye.

“Could it be that our superstar ninja is jealous?”

“Yes!  Miss Chips is special, for my eyes only.” Placing his hands on his neck, nimble digits in fingerless gloves loosen the silver buckle on a black leather choker. “And I do believe your costume is missing this.”

Looking at the choker lying flat on his palm, the corners of your lips tug into a knowing smile; you had wondered how soft the pliable leather would feel wrapped around your neck.

Circling behind you, the subtle notes of Kiro’s cologne — spicy and sweet — suffuse your senses.  “Kittens need collars, don’t they?  To show the world who their rightful owners are?”  

Then, dropping to a whisper, “Let bad men know that even though they can look, they can never touch…”

His voice is sultry, dripping with sensuality as he breathes against the shell of your ear.  And when you sweep your hair aside to bare your neck to your lover, you are rewarded with the sound of his breath hitching in his throat.

“…Unlike the way I can.  Isn’t that right, Miss Chips?”

Still carrying the heat of Kiro’s skin, the choker lay warm against your throat — gentle and secure, as if the superstar himself had wrapped his hand around the delicate column of your neck.

But of course, those hands that coaxed beautiful music from his guitar were currently preoccupied with drawing all types of lascivious sounds from your mouth as two fingers, then three, explored between your legs from behind; relentless even as your knees shook, bent over on all fours on the plush sectional as you were.

“Kitty’s more excited than usual today.  You’re completely soaked, baby.” 

Kiro sweeps your tail to the side as he palms a slow circle over your pussy, and you gasp at the touch of leather from those fingerless gloves, making it harder to come down from your second orgasm around his hand.

Biting your lip in anticipation to hear his fly unzipping behind you, you hike your skirt up even more, further exposing yourself to his hungry, blue eyes.

“Hmm.  You’re so well-behaved, Miss Chips.  I say a reward is in order, what do you think?”

Slowly stroking your collar with one hand, Kiro gently guided his cock into your entrance with the other.  And all you could manage in response to his question is a desperate nod, the furry tips of your prosthetic ears tickling his skin as he bent over you.

Then, with one enthusiastic thrust, the superstar is buried to the hilt, leaving you clawing at the seat beneath you, desperate to suppress a scream of pleasure that surely would’ve given you away despite the noise in the club.

“Mmm, you feel good, Miss Chips.  So good, ah…especially when you tighten like that.”  

His fingers graze the sensitive skin at the small of your back before wrapping around your tail, pulling soft but insistent as his breath leaves him in shudders — the rhythm of his hips building faster and faster until your throat became uncomfortably dry from panting in response to his onslaught.

And when those long fingers gathered the arousal that dripped down your thigh to draw smooth, tight circles about your clit, the act has you convulsing as the tension broke in your body, clamping down on Kiro’s cock even as he pulled out — hand pumping hard to chase his own release outside the warmth of your body until he spilled hot over the small of your back.

Still shaking even when you sense Kiro’s finger tracing a haphazard pattern across the skin on which he came, you gradually open your eyes when you feel his lips pressing affectionately upon each lid.

“You must be parched, kitty…screaming the way you did.  Here.  Your reward.”

Collar snug as you craned your neck in Kiro’s direction, you stick your tongue out, obediently lapping up the liquid that coated his index finger — pink on white.  Blue eyes are transfixed to see your tongue sweeping from corner to corner of those perfect lips, dutifully licking up any and all remnants of Kiro’s release until that, too, is swallowed.

Then, drawing even closer, Kiro whispers, “Good girl.  You've earned your milk, Miss Chips,” before his lips close the gap completely.

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“Kiro, where have you been?!  Several producers wanted to meet you and—“

Savin stops short when he spots the leather choker, looking back and forth between you and Kiro, eyes narrowed to see it adorning your neck instead of the blonde with twinkling blue eyes, who says, with a hint of challenge in his voice:

“Now her costume is complete!  Don’t you agree, Savin?”

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Thanks for reading!  Check out more of my work here! 📚

[linmanwe11]

The Modeling Gig

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Words: 3,074 (IT’S WAY LONGER THAN PART ONE, I KNOW BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY, I’M SO SORRY. I HOPE YOU STILL ENJOY IT!)

Warnings: SMUT! Nude drawing, swearing, and a bit of fluff ‘cause I just can’t help myself lmao

Summary: Months later after you and Lin met, and you’re coming up on semester final exams. For your Drawing 1 final, you have to draw someone nude. Lin happily agrees, and things seem to escalate from there...

A/N: Here you guys go! Part 2/2 of my short-story based off of Lin-Manuel’s tweet of being a nude model in college is here! I hope you guys enjoyed this little story, and I hope you’ll stick around for more stories to come. Also, FULL CREDIT goes to the person who drew the amazing pictures that were the inspiration for this story. You’ll see the pictures right below this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Much love, mis amores <3

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Part 2

A few months later, you and Lin were hanging out at the same pizza place you had first gotten to know each other at. Even though nothing was official between the two of you, everyone that knew you could easily tell that you both had feelings for each other. You flirted A LOT, but for some reason, neither of you had acted on anything yet. You had fallen in love with him from the moment you saw him and you continue to fall for him with every second you spent with him, and you knew he felt the same, so the fact that nothing had been acted on between you two was frustrating, but you knew that everything would fall into place when the time was right. 

“So, Lin, I wanted to ask you for a favor.”

“What’s up?"

“You know how I have to take Drawing classes since I’m a photography major?” “Uh huh…”

“Well, for our semester final, we have to draw someone and-“

“I know, I know, you want to draw me and all my beauty?” He said while turning his head up and to the side, smirking as he showed off his gorgeous side profile and jawline.

“Technically yes… But there’s a bit of a catch.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of catch?”

“I uh, have to… fuck, I’d have to draw you while nude…”

“Ohhh, so you REALLY want to draw me and ALL of my beauty, huh?”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Lin-Manuel, asking you was awkward enough!” You said while laughing, putting your face into one of your hands while shoving him with the other. He laughed with you, shifting slightly in the booth you two were sharing, moving closer to you, close enough to where your legs were firmly pressed against one another. 

“Seriously though, can you PLEASEEEE do this for me? It’s worth 75% of my grade, and I really don’t want to ask someone who I barely know or some random person in my class.”

“I gotchu, girl! I’m available at any time. When do you want to do it?”

“Please don’t use the phrase ‘do it’ while we’re talking about me drawing you naked.” You said, but you were actually more than fine with the thought of seeing Lin naked. You had seen him shirtless, of course, and you were blown away by his body, so you could only imagine what he was hiding underneath. You’d be lying if you said that you had never thought about and fantasized about seeing Lin naked and being with him intimately. Lin was just… so sexy in every way that you could ever imagine, and you knew that if you ever had the chance to be with him, you’d take it in a heartbeat.

“Anyway, you can meet me at my dorm Friday night around 7:30.”

“7:30, got it. See you then. I’ll make sure to look my best just for you.” He said with a wink, making you blush as you did everything to hide your excitement for Friday night.

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It was 7:28 when you heard a knock at your door. You have all of your supplies set up and a spot on your bed for Lin to lay. Lucky for you, you were one of the few freshmen who was able to get a single occupancy dorm, so that meant that you didn’t have a roommate to interrupt you and Lin. Checking yourself in the mirror, you made sure you looked at least as decent as you could in a pair of leggings and one of Lin’s hoodies.

“Oh wow, you’re two minutes early! That’s new.”

“Haha, very funny, [Y/N]. You’re just lucky that I agreed to this.”

“As if you would’ve said no!”

“Y’know what? You… Yeah, you’re right.”

“Alright, c’mon now, take off your clothes!” “Shit, take me to dinner first! I’m not THAT easy!” You rolled your eyes then sat down at your stool, your canvas sitting in front of you as you saw Lin begin to take off his shirt. Without realizing it, you were staring at him as he then began to take his sweatpants off, his socks following right after. He looked over at you and smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“You like what you see, [Y/N]?”

“I uh… Stop it! Just, take your underwear off and lay there on my bed.”

“Geez, so fucking bossy! I’ll do whatever you need me to do. Whatever you want.”

He removed his boxers, and if you weren’t attracted to Lin and his body before, you sure as hell were attracted to him now. You bit your lip, secretly you hoped, as you unapologetically eyed his impressive size, and you also smirked to yourself as you noticed that he was half hard, probably thinking the same thing as you. He laid himself down on your bed, and waited for you to tell him what to do.

“Alright so uh, it’s gonna be pretty simple, just put your hands across your chest and intertwine your fingers together… Yeah, like that. Now just close your eyes and lay there, don’t move from this position, and please don’t fall asleep on me, you have a really bad habit of doing that when he hang out at night.” You said while laughing, releasing a little bit of tension that was heavy in the room and space between you two as he laughed along with you. 

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About 30 minutes later, you were just about done with sketching him, and now you were going to move on to outline your art in red ink. Lin let out a loud, dramatic sigh, causing you to peak around your canvas and give him a glaring look.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh nothing…. Just laying here… Naked… Nothing to do…” He said as he sighed again.

“Calm down, I just finished sketching and I’m about to move on to outlining, and that won’t take very long.. Gosh, you theatre majors are so dramatic.”

“Well, duh. We kinda have to be, [Y/N]. Hence why it’s called ‘Drama’.”

“Ugh, just hush and let me finish, please.”

“Alright, alright.”

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“Aaaand… DONE!”

“Finally! After almost an hour and a half of just laying there, you’re done! Let me see!” “Uh… I don’t know, Lin… It’s not that great.” “Come on, [Y/N], you’re the most talented person I know, I’m sure it’s amazing!” “Okay okay, fine. Here.”

You scooted over so he could sit next to you on your stool, a towel now wrapped around his naked waist. When he looked at your drawing of him, his jaw dropped in amazement. Lin usually didn’t like having pictures drawn of him, but the way you captured his features just made him love your work so much more. Not only that, but the way you were so concentrated on your work made him fall even harder for you. You were so concentrated while you were drawing him that you didn’t even notice the loving look he was giving you while you were working, he adored that look on your face. 

“[Y/N]… This is… holy shit, it’s amazing!”

“Really?” “Yes! It’s so fucking good! You’re definitely getting an A on that final.”

You smiled then threw your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. It was such a relief to have your work done and appreciated by someone, especially by Lin because his opinion meant the world to you, especially when it came to your pictures and drawings. Slowly, you both pulled away, but he left his hands to rest on the small of your back, and you rested your hands on his shoulders as you both looked into each others eyes. Suddenly, the air became thick, electric, heavy, between the two of you, and you both knew that now was the time to make a move. 

Lin let his eyes flick down to your lips then back up to your eyes, and you noticed which made your heart skip a beat. Without thinking, he leaned forward and finally kissed you, and you felt like you could finally breathe. You moved your hands up and cradled his face between your hands before you let your fingers run through his short, soft hair. Slowly, Lin let his hands move to your breasts, squeezing gently, making you gasp against his lips before you pulled away, not meaning to, but you wanted to make sure that you both wanted this.

“Lin, I…”

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. I got a little carried away, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I’ll just get dressed and leave-“

“No… I wasn’t going to ask you to stop. I was just wanting to make sure that you really want this. That you really want me and that you’re not just doing this for fun.”

“[Y/N]… You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. Not even like this, just in every way. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I’ve never told you this, but that day in the lecture hall, the seat next to you wasn’t the last one open.”

“What do you mean?” “Someone was on their way up to sit next to you, but I begged them to let me sit there. As soon as I saw you, I fell in love, and I usually don’t believe in love at first sight, but then I saw you, and all of that changed. Then, I got to know you and your beautiful soul and personality and I just… Fuck, I love you, [Y/N]. I love every single part of you, and I fall in love with you even more each time I’m with you. I promise you, I’m not just doing this for shits and giggles, I want you.”

You smiled then pulled him back into another kiss, this one being much more heated than the first as he opened his mouth, his tongue nudging against your lips. Damn, he’s such a good kisser, you thought to yourself as you opened your mouth to him. He moved his hands back to the front of the hoodie you were wearing before he reached down and removed it, throwing it to the other side of your room. Pulling you against him, you let out a small moan at the feeling of skin-on-skin contact, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you in your most intimate places. 

Running your hands over his chest, you made your way down and began palming him through the towel he was still wearing. He broke the kiss, gasping as he felt your hand make its way under the towel, touching and stroking him slowly, bringing him to full arousal in a matter of seconds. Unable to handle it any longer, he picked you up, causing the towel to fall on the floor, and put you on your bed, stripping away the remaining amounts of clothes that you were wearing. He was on top of you now, one leg between yours as his hand hovered over your pussy which was dripping wet.

“L-Lin, please.”

“What do you want, baby? What do you need me to do for you?”

“Touch me, Lin-Manuel , please.”

“As you wish, mi amor.”

Slowly, you felt his finger swipe through your wetness and up to your clit where he began rubbing in circles, making your breathing become labored. You bit your lip, not wanting to let your neighbors hear what Lin was doing to you, but Lin didn’t seem to mind.

“Let me hear you, [Y/N]. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

You let your mouth fall open and you gasped as Lin pushed one, and then two fingers into you, starting off by pumping slowly, then getting faster and faster as your moans increased in volume. When he hit your g-spot, you felt like you could see stars as your back arched off of the bed, your legs clamping themselves around his hand and he kept going. To add to your pleasure, he began kissing at your neck, sucking at just the right spot and then kissing you on your lips, swallowing your moans. He bit your lip at your orgasm approached closer and closer before your legs were shaking, you couldn’t hold back.

“Oh, fuck, Lin! I’m, fuck, I’m gonna c-cum!” “Cum for me, baby. Let go for me.”

Finally, you came hard. Probably the hardest you had ever came before as Lin let you ride out your high, helping you calm down by gently pressing his lips against yours. You were laid there, panting against him as you regained your composure as Lin helped you by gently kissing your neck and your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it then releasing it. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. LIN was the hotting thing you had ever seen, and you couldn’t quite believe your luck.

“You okay there, love?” Lin asked, slightly amused but also confident at the fact that he was able to render you completely helpless by the tip of his fingers.

“Y-Yeah, that was just… Holy shit, that was so good. I’ve never cum that hard before. Seriously, NEVER.”

“Well, I’m glad I was able to do that for you, but it’s my turn now.” 

“I uh, don’t have any condoms…”

“Oh, right! Hold up a second.”

He jumped out of bed and made his way over to where his pants were. Confused, you look at him for a second before he triumphantly pulled a condom out of the pocket of his sweatpants. The very thought of what you were about to do made your heart jump, and you knew you were more than ready for him.

“So, you just carry condoms with you in your pockets?” “No, I don’t, but I had a good feeling about tonight, and based on the way you were looking at me while I was getting undressed earlier, I’m glad to say that I was right!” “You’re so fucking cocky.”

“You wanna find out?” You laughed at his cheesy innuendo then pulled him back on top of you after he put the condom on. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, [Y/N]… You want that, baby?”

“Fuck, yes Lin.”

Reaching down between your bodies, you took his hard cock in your hand, stroking him a few times because, after wanting him for so long, you just wanted to feel him. He smirked down at you before moving your hand, trapping both of them between one of his as he pinned your arms above your head, his other hand grasping onto himself as he positioned himself at your entrance. Slowly, he slid into you, and you gasped as you felt him fill you up completely, feeling a slight bit of pain as he was inside of you all the way.

“[Y/N], are you okay?” He asked, and the genuine concern in his voice made your heart flutter. You could already tell that Lin was a passionate lover in bed, and could probably get really worked up, but no matter what, he would always make sure you were alright, and that made you love him even more. 

“I’m perfect, Lin-Manuel.”

Lin smiled at you before his face and eyes morphed back into their lustful state as he began to move. You could feel every inch of him moving inside of you, and you had never felt this good before in your life. Your fingers trailed down his strong, muscular back, leaving red trails in their wake before you held onto his shoulders for stability. Your moans filled the room, and hearing that only motivated him to give you and himself more of what you both needed.

You felt so connected to him, more than just in a physical way, but emotionally too. Being with him like this was so amazing, and you didn’t want to share this intimacy with anyone else but Lin. As he began to move faster, you started to roll your hips against him, meeting his thrusts which caused his pelvis to bump your clit in the process, making you see stars as the tip of his dick simultaneously hit your g-spot. Your back arched off of the bed, and your chest met his, your nipples rubbing against his chest as your release grew closer and closer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lin! Fuck me, I’m gonna- holy shit, Lin-Manuel, I’m- Oh shhhit!”

“Yeah, that’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck, yes, mi amor, cum all over my cock. Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking tight, and you feel so good! Holy shit, cum for me-“

In a split second, you came even harder than the first time, your walls clenching around Lin’s dick as he kept fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of you cumming all over him made him reach his own release as his seed filled the condom as he came with a strangled groan, his hips stuttering, sweat covering both of your bodies as you breathed against each other. Running your fingers through his hair, you kissed his temple, his cheek, and then his lips, both of you smiling into the gentle make out session, his lips moving perfectly with yours. After a minute, Lin stood up and threw the condom away as you cuddled underneath the sheets, leaving an open spot for him to join you. 

“Fuck, [Y/N], that was so fucking amazing.”

“It really was… I can’t believe it took both of us this long to admit our feelings for one another!” “I know, I can’t believe it either, but I’m so glad you asked me to be your model… It would’ve been weird if you asked someone else.”

You both laughed then looked into each other’s eyes. There they were, those big brown eyes that you could get lost in forever. They were yours, Lin was yours and you were his. Smiling, he placed his hand against your cheek and leaned in to kiss you once more before he pulled you against his body where you laid your head on his chest, listening to the gentle sound of his heartbeat. That sound was now your favorite thing to fall asleep to.

“I love you so much, [Y/N].”

“I love you too, Lin-Manuel. Thanks for begging whoever was going to sit next to me to let you sit there instead. I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you. I love you.”

“Te quiero mucho, mi amor. Buenas noches y dulce sueños.” He said before he kissed the top of your head once more, then drifted off into a deep sleep, the last thing being on both of your minds was each other.

END

Part 1

[dotzines]

Artist spotlight: Sam Howard!

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Introduce yourself Hello! I am a university student studying geeky drawings and how to make them, sometimes including doodles of games like Night in the Woods, Stardew Valley, and, more recently, Maplestory 2. I love drawing cute beasts and other humanoid-monsters and their individual melodrama with routine. Also I worship chocolate covered raisins and hope that doesn't negate any cool thoughts you might've had about me until this sentence. When did you start drawing? Are you a digital or traditional artist? I started drawing about 3 years ago when I decided I wanted to pursue art as a career (and worked mad hard to build skills to feel "worthy"). I work mostly digitally, but I adore doing traditional work for sketches and conceptualizing. Do you use any traditional mediums? If so, which are your favorites? I'm very simple, I mostly just use graphite and the occasional markers and ink pens. I love cartoony looks, so it works well for me!

Why do you prefer traditional over digital? (or viceversa) I get a lot cleaner colors for digital and overall the crisper look I yearn for. I prefer to sketch things out traditionally sometimes, but digitally allows me to save multiple renditions of sketches for me to compare to very easily within the same file without mess or struggle with color picking/matching! I also adore the ranges of doing more dramatic lighting and comparing which I like better haha. What do you think is the most challenging part about being a traditional/digital artist? With digital art, it is harder to maintain loose sketches or lines. I hate using smoothing in Photoshop because of the inherent (and purposeful) lag that comes with it, but with the tablet I've got it's necessary or else the lines jitter insanely due to the nibs for the tablet not exactly working (especially since this isn't exactly a drawing tablet). On that same note, having your medium being expensive but durable (as opposed to traditional being over time) isn't the most convenient or adaptable. What inspires your pieces? Goofy mishaps in day-to-day life. When I or other friends tell silly, seemingly small stories about their day or my day I feel a melodramatic urge to be romantically artsy with their/my entertaining 5  to 20 seconds!

image source: [X]   Explain your "everyday" drawing process My first thoughts are usually "What would be bouncy fun" or "What's something this character would do odd in a normal situation" to at least get the ball rolling. If neither of those work for my goal then I ask what has happened to me or someone else similarly that I can draw from, and then I make 3 thumbnails. Do you have an artist you admire (or more than one)?

Saira Vargas (https://www.instagram.com/sairasays/) is a huge inspiration to me due to the fluidity of all of her character drawings. They all swoop the viewer in and follow them out of their form with amazing line-less grace I wish to have! Jewel Suan (https://www.instagram.com/swansgarden/) also has stunning art that conveys human body motion in such dramatic and silhouette-perfect ways, it's like feeling a good stretch! Is there an artwork you are most proud of? Why? I was in my first zine recently and I finished this piece https://www.instagram.com/p/BxHeJLUlfWq/ for it. I feel like I colored it exactly the way I want to continue doing so, and as something that matches my style. I was also really proud of the lineart being crisp, since I had struggled to find a brush that I was comfortable enough with the maintain a look like this. I did it within a couple of weeks, and though I'm disappointed I didn't try shading it very much, I love the overall mood and movement of it!

Do you listen to music (or tv shows/films/anything else) when drawing? I often listen to Jenna Marbles podcasts or video game soundtracks, such as Night in the Woods or Pokemon Colosseum!

image source: [X]   What makes art interesting for you? The fact I can make silly thoughts comprehensible in an organized way! Sometimes in a goof-infused organized way. What do you do when art block strikes? It's not often, but when this happens I try and take breaks so I can focus on my surroundings and genuinely absorb all the things I appreciate in life. This knocks me out of my funk, but I always take an extra minute to realize my art is from people whose hearts I love and remember it's not all for the art, but for those who watch/look at it, so I can make sure I don't forget the reason I make it. What’s the most valuable art advice you’ve ever received?

Make multiple iterations of everything you do! Your first idea will always suck, your second will have already been thought of, and your third can be the rock ready for polish.

[maiji]

@logicheartsoul Thank you so much for the kind words ^^ And certainly - thank you for your interest and for asking! I love working with ink so I’m happy to talk about it :D

How I got into it

It's only been in the last maybe five or so years that I've actually started to pay more attention to art supplies. In the case of ink, it really started with fountain pens. Long story short, one of my professors was really into them and let me try one of his vintage pens, and I was vaguely interested. Then my best friend really got into them, and I tagged along to a fountain pen show (shoutout to Scriptus Toronto!!). From there it was a slow burn over a period of months from “this is neat” to “WOWWW OKAY I GUESS I’M REALLY INTO THIS NOW”. It was a (relatively, for me) quick entry once I discovered the online fountain pen community. These people are incredibly passionate, highly articulate, and best of all, document EVERYTHING. I found the ink reviews especially spectacular and that’s probably what hooked me the most.

A few other things that helped in the appeal factor:

I have a tendency to grip writing implements excessively hard and exert a lot of unnecessary pressure when writing or drawing with more conventional pens (ballpoints etc.) A number of people mentioned that fountain pens helped them to alleviate this because generally you don’t need/want to apply pressure when using them. I’ve found it has helped.

I've always been interested in forms that combine words and images, and this merges literary and artistic worlds in a very clear way.

I’ve been on a long personal journey of wanting to incorporate much more Chinese/Taiwanese/East Asian heritage and cultural traditions into my work. Thus, I've been gravitating towards things emphasizing brush, ink, water, elements of calligraphy and... not sure if spontaneity is the word I want, but things that help me overthink less when I draw, and get better at letting go. 

How I work with ink

My (main) tools

Fude de mannen: This is basically a fountain pen that mimics a brush for Asian calligraphy. It has a bent nib that enables you to change stroke thickness by varying your hand angle. I love this pen so much I got a second one so I could have a different colour; the washi tape helps me tell which one it is. You can see more of it in the video interview I did with PindotPress.

Brush pen: A pen that is a brush. lol. A number of companies make them; I use the Pentel Pocket Brush because it's the first one I tried and I liked it a lot. It's smooth, has great line variation, and the tip has yet to fail me. (Although the cap started falling apart, hence all the tape on my first one lol.) I currently have three: one for permanent black, one for permanent red, and one because I couldn’t resist buying a coloured version of the pen (I have Diamine Earl Grey in it right now).

Glass dip pen: These dip pens are pretty but what is super awesome is that they are super easy and fast to clean. I can quickly switch between multiple colours of bottled inks. The grooves in the nib hold ink, so you need to slightly turn the pen as you go to access all the ink. You can also get a wider stroke by slanting the pen and using the side of the glass nib. It's not that easy to control your lines, but I actually like this because it creates a lot of happy accidents. And “oops well damn" accidents, but like I said I’m trying to cultivate the whole “learn to let go" mindset.

Waterbrush: Basically a brush that carries its own water reservoir. I’ve used a few different brands but I find I like the Pentel Aquash small the best. Some people fill them with ink like a brush pen, but I’ve not really done that. (I did it once with a different brand that was harder to open/refill and I got mad.) I use it to paint with the inks.

Pencil I got for free: Unless I really am just doodling, I usually draw base pencils of some sort, even if it’s just a very rough, light sketch or a quick thumbnail on another sheet of paper. Every so often I get an inquiry asking what special kind of pencil I use, but I’m afraid they’re just normal pencils rolled with recycled newsprint. I got free samples like a million years ago and I have been using them forever. (I think I’m finally down to my last three.)

Eraser: I’ve been trying a few different ones but it takes me forever to work through an eraser. You want it to be able to pick up the lines without requiring you to scrub and take the ink too or destroying the fibres of your paper. This one actually works pretty well. If you’re really curious you can see the non-destroyed packaging here! lol

Toilet or tissue paper: Something to pick up the water. This is my "undo button” in real life when I’m painting/using the waterbrush. Also I drown everything with water so it’s very important.

Ink swatches: Every time I get a new ink I make a sample and add it here. It’s great for colour palettes and when I’m looking at other inks and trying to decide whether to get it or not (e.g., is it different from everything I already have? My definition of “different” is very generous...). I don’t actually have all these inks; some were samples from friends. I’ve found I tend to gravitate towards very complex, nuanced neutrals. (This sounds so sophisticated but when you see them all it once it's like. Oh. Apparently I like shades of grey, brown, and other hard to classify "muddy" or in-between colours lmao. But more on that in a bit.) Lately I've been getting glittery inks because they're fun and they add a magical dimension to the physical piece.

Here is my current selection of inks - on the shelf to the immediate left of my laptop and my head as I am typing this right now. The box at the bottom left is all the samples. 

My approach

In my mind, I broadly classify my approach into two categories: “dry” and “wet”.

"Dry" - ink only, no water. I have pretty unsteady hands and hate "inking" - if we think of inking as an exercise in achieving a "clean", controlled line drawing with consistent line width/stroke thickness, neatness, etc. So I love pens that support me in what I think of as controlled loss of control - wide variations in brush width and stroke character. Brush pens and fude de mannen pens are perfect for this. They have lines that offer a wide range of dynamic, organic, and textural opportunity.  My Inktober illustrations fall into this category. A few examples below, followed by links to the full set.

Inktober 2017 - fude de mannen

Inktober 2018 - brush pen

"Wet" - Basically I blob water around. Depending on when I do it (before, with/during, after the application of the ink), you can get different results. The water causes the ink to bleed, semi-watercolour-like, and can be used for shading, environmental effects etc. For obvious reasons, this works best with non-waterproof inks (which the vast majority of fountain pen inks are), but you can do this even with waterproof inks. Just let the ink hit water before it has a chance to soak into the paper and you can get cool effects :D. And you can also do it with other pens too, not just fountain pen inks. Examples:

Tiles of Toronto urban sketch series

Raizen and Hokushin doodles

Arikoto from Ooku

As you might imagine, this is really great for on-the-go drawings, because you just need a pen (or a couple of pens) and a waterbrush.

The “wet” approach is also where the very complex inks that look "boring" (greys, taupes etc.) are just complete magic. When the dye elements separate, other colours emerge, and you get really wonderful textural effects and rings of colour where the ink pools and dries. Diamine Earl Grey is a colour I've mentioned several times that I LOOOVE because it separates into blues, browns, purples, even pinkish tones. It's a gorgeous ink. You can see some examples and closeups here.

Another colour that does this really powerfully is Sailor Rikyucha. It’s a dark tea brown-green that separates very easily into pale blue-greens and more and has amazing tonal and textural qualities. The Tendril Wreath illustration here really shows this.

For the most part I look at things I like and then experiment to figure out what happens. After working with the same tools for a while, you get a sense of how the different elements might react and respond naturally.  The Genjimonogatari series employs both dry and wet extensively and is an example of the experimenting and playing I’m doing - I keep finding new aspects to the inks I thought I knew, and making “interesting” mistakes. And trying to fix them as I go with varying levels of success, haha. But I’m always learning!

One more thing about this hobby

I feel compelled to finish with some talk about the pure aesthetic appeal, or the MULTIPLE LEVELS OF FUN I get out of these inks. Not just the colour, not just how the ink behaves, but... the name of the ink as well! Some inks do this more effectively than others. Similar to how the presentation of a dish is part of the experience, the name of an ink adds so much to my enjoyment of it. My least favourite ink names are [standard adjective]+[standard colour name]. My favourite ones are really convoluted with literary and poetic references, I just love them hahaha. Asian fountain pen inks I find tend to do this especially well - partly because of how much you can pack into how few syllables, I suppose. It makes me sad that a lot of sites don’t include the original names, often referencing them with just a number, though I understand it is difficult to translate. But I learn a lot with these names as a starting point! For example, Zhenjing, which I mentioned recently in the Kurama “Light” illustration, took a bit of back and forth with my parents to look up the source and then to interpret the complex line of poetry. It was a fun and fascinating exercise. 

A great name can’t save an ink I don’t like, but a good name elevates an ink I do like even more, and it can be really inspiring for making stuff. For example, take Pen BBS Mirrorflower Watermoon. I adore the colour of this ink - it's a very subtle grey-pale green with silver flakes. I used it heavily in the Hokushin fanart “Northern Deity” (you can see it here with photos of the sparkly).

The name is actually highly recognizable if you're familiar with classic East Asian literature/poetry. I read it out loud to my parents with no context other than "this is the name of one of my favourite ink colours" while they were eating dinner and they both said at the same time, "I know this! DREAM OF THE RED CHAMBER!" lmao. It's a very Buddhist idiom or phrase referring to the illusory nature of things, likening it to the reflection of a flower in a mirror or the reflection of the moon in water.

I hope this was interesting and helpful! ^^

[nostalgicatsea]

This is my second go at filling out the year-end writing meme that @sineala​ and muccamukk did on Dreamwidth because my computer freaked out and shut down on me without warning while I was writing and my entire post was lost. I was almost done with it so you can imagine how upset I was.

So here’s my reflection on my writing in 2018! This is going to be long. You can read it in full here on Dreamwidth as well.

All of these stories are Steve/Tony unless stated otherwise.

April

Leaving Promises Against Your Skin (MCU) - Post-Civil War soulmate AU, 18,611 words

May

The Great Silence of Loss (MCU) - Post-Infinity War fic about grief and hope vs. despair, 1,075 words

Little Moments in Between: A Brief Interlude (MCU) - Tony thinks about his relationship with Steve while they wait for a train, 844 words

June

Signals Between Two Satellites (MCU) - Post-Infinity War angst and hurt/comfort fic about Steve and Tony seeing each other for the first time after the snap, 2,290 words

August

Hidden Declaration (Generation Kill, Brad/Ray) - Ray tries to convince Brad to get matching tattoos with him, 728 words

You and Nothing Else (MCU) - Steve doesn’t like seeing Tony stressed out and unhappy over their wedding plans, 785 words

Every Last One of My Demons (MCU) - Post-Infinity War emotional hurt/comfort fic about Steve and Tony talking after having nightmares, 1,705 words

Rushing Headlong in the Wrong (Right) Direction (Avengers Academy) - Steve bids on Tony in their school’s charity auction, wrongly assuming that he’s auctioning off a date, 2,727 words

December

A Long, Final Rest Among the Stars (MCU) - Endgame trailer fic about Tony reflecting on how he’s come full circle from Afghanistan in a way, 2,732 words

Last year I wrote and posted:

Nine stories and 33,333 words, including the 1,836 words I wrote on New Year’s Eve for a Cap-Iron Man comm gift fic but didn’t submit because I wasn’t happy with it.

Overall thoughts:

Last year was a productive writing year for me! My 2018 New Year’s resolution was “to build on my progress and write even longer pieces and more works that I’m proud of.” Suffice to say, that happened. In the past two years, I went from writing one or two fics a year that were at most 1-2.5k to writing my longest fic at the time I wrote that New Year’s post (Multitude of One (4,277 words)) to the number of words and fics above.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would last year, less, or about what you'd predicted?

I didn’t have a specific goal, but nine fics is more than half my fic count on AO3 and the other eight were posted over the course of four years so yeah, WAY more than I thought I’d write. I don’t know how that happened especially as I get stuck while writing all the time.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Brad/Ray and Gen Kill. I never thought I’d write a GK story because just the thought of doing so is intimidating. Ray Person is intimidating. I love him, but he’s so easy to get wrong and I’ve seen people get him totally wrong or get close but still fall short. I didn’t even want to bother trying until @luxover​ gave me a Brad/Ray prompt and I wrote Hidden Declaration. Just to make things both harder and easier, lux is a good friend so I hoped she would be gentle even if she hated it lol, but I wanted to make her happy because she’s my friend. She’s also the only person I know who writes Ray perfectly so, you know, no pressure. But I wrote a thing! In a fandom I didn’t ever expect to write in!

This year's theme and the story that demonstrates it most:

A toss up between “angst with catharsis/grief and healing” and “post-Infinity War.” Or maybe “I never thought I’d write this.” It’s funny because after Infinity War came out, Alanna (aslightstep​) and I talked about how it didn’t fill us with the desire to write any fics based on it, and three of my fics from last year are post-IW ones (four if you include the one based on the Endgame trailer).

Leaving Promises Against Your Skin hits all three things.

What's your own favorite story of the year?

Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest?I’m not sure it makes me the happiest, but it’s definitely the fic I’m proudest of and it so happens to be my longest and most popular one: Leaving Promises Against Your Skin again. LPAYS was the sequel to Multitude of One which, until I posted LPAYS, was my longest fic. I knew it would blow MoO out of the water, word count-wise. That was one of the reasons I was too afraid to write it because I didn’t know how to write long fics nor do I know how I wrote this one now that so much time has passed since I finished it. I’m proud of it not because it’s perfect and I love everything about it (a few things bother me about it actually) but because writing it was agonizing. I wanted to give up so many times.

The only reason I kept going was that I didn’t have that much of an option to do so as it was a STH fill. I’m proud of sticking with it. Once everything snapped into place, the words kept flowing…and flowing and within days, I wrote several thousand words more than I had expected the fic to be. This is how I felt once I was done. For the first time ever in all my years of writing, I got choked up over my own writing lol. I understand how great it feels to finish a long fic, write the scenes you had in mind for so long, and get to the ending that you envisioned from the start (I had the ending of LPAYS in mind while writing MoO even though I kept mum about it when people asked me what happened after the ending of MoO). I got so happy that I made my first photoset! That’s another unexpected thing that happened last year.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

A lot!

- I mostly write angst and never thought I would ever write unadulterated fluff with zero angst and I did so twice in 2018 with my first Avengers Academy fic, which also has a dash of humor (“humor”? I’m not really funny), and this wedding preparation fic, which also is an established relationship fic about marriage. I never thought I’d write those things either especially because wedding fics tend to bore the hell out of me and I never seek them out.

- Both of those fics were prompt fills (I filled four in total). I never take prompts because I get stuck and stressed out that I have writer’s block, but it worked out fine which I’m happy about as the prompts for the two fics were out of my comfort zone. I had no idea what to write for the cheese one, but I was determined to fill it. I can’t recognize myself. Fluff? Humor? No angst? Established relationship? Wedding preparations? Prompt fills? ME? What?!

- Long fics! I wrote my first one because eh, 4k doesn’t count as long even though it was long for me at the time.

- MCU Tony POV. MCU Tony scares me from a writing standpoint, so I avoided writing from his POV until LPAYS and now I have two fics with his POV.

I learned that what may seem or be impossible to do doesn’t stay that way and that trying to get out of my comfort zone can be incredibly rewarding. It’s worth a shot even if I fail because I gain more experience, and it makes me feel hopeful about growing as a writer. It’s hard to think that you’ll ever improve or be able to write things you can’t write when you’re frustrated or not feeling great about your writing.

My best story of this year:

I don’t remember what I put the first time around.

My most popular story of this year:

Leaving Promises Against Your Skin

had the most bookmarks, comments, hits, and kudos. Not surprising because it’s a sequel to my most popular fic and it’s a soulmate AU which tends to draw people in.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

Hidden Declaration has the fewest bookmarks, comments, hits, and kudos without contest, but considering the size and lack of activity in the fandom (which is why I don’t care that no one has read it, but I generally don’t obsess over those markers anyway especially if it’s a gift like this one was), I can’t exactly say it’s underappreciated by the universe.

You and Nothing Else had the lowest comments to hits ratio, but it performed well on Tumblr where I originally posted it, so I have to pick Every Last One of My Demons which had the lowest kudos to hits and bookmarks to hits ratios of ALL my fics from 2018 and went a bit under the radar on Tumblr too. I thought it would do better because hurt/comfort! Post-Infinity War! Oh well.

My least favorite story this year:

Rushing Headlong in the Wrong (Right) Direction. I’m not good with humor, and the words kept coming but kind of in a “oh no, I can’t stop word vomiting” way. But hey, I never write dialogue-heavy fic so there’s that. And it’s a silly and fun fic for a silly and fun prompt (“cheese wheel”...I almost ended up ignoring the prompt because cheese wheel?) and universe. RIP soon, AvAc. You’ll live on in our hearts and in fandom.

Most fun story to write:

Hidden Declaration! Ray was super fun, which is a big surprise as I said he’s scary to write. There are one or two lines in the story hat I want to tweak because I think they toe the line in being “too much” (as I said, he’s very easy to get wrong, and many people go overboard with him), but he’s really fun to write and I love him!

Story with the sweetest moment:

You and Nothing Else. The part where Steve tells Tony he doesn’t care about what their wedding is like and Tony not only gets what he means, but he meets him halfway because what he ultimately decides on reminds him of Steve.

Story with the single sexiest moment:

Haha I don’t have any sexy moments. The closest would be Hidden Declaration, where Brad imagines Ray beneath him with a tattoo that matches his (he totally learns how to tattoo so that he can ink Ray himself).

Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story:

None. I didn’t do anything that’s more horrible than what I usually do.

Most overdue:

LPAYS. It took a year for me to post although I only seriously thought of writing it and began writing it months after I posted MoO.

Most eye roll-worthy title:

A tie between Rushing Headlong in the Wrong (Right) Direction which is awful, but I got stuck on a title for that one, and Little Moments in Between: A Brief Interlude, which is so pretentious (that colon!) and long for such a short fic about nothing. I couldn’t decide between the two phrases separated by the colon, so I used both.

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:

LPAYS. It’s written in Tony’s POV, but it helped me explore Steve a bit and feel better about him. A lot of people, including me, were upset with Steve after CA:CW and hated his letter because it made little sense (I still think this way). I also kept thinking about the line “I can see now I was really sparing myself” and tried to figure out what he meant by that. For once, Steve was selfish and it led to disastrous consequences, but his selfishness came from losing so much in his life and not wanting to lose more and...I really do think he didn’t want to lose Tony and was afraid he’d lose him and that Bucky would fall out of his grasp again. He was a coward, but because he cared too much, not because he didn’t care at all.

Hardest story to write:

LPAYS again! I knew what would happen after the ending of MoO and had the ending of LPAYS in mind too while writing the ending of MoO, but I kept mum about it even though people wanted to know and asked me about it. I couldn’t figure out what scenes to write other than one BARF scene and the ending which I desperately wanted to get to. I couldn’t figure out how to deal with the idea of forgiveness, how Tony could ever heal, and how Steve could earn back Tony’s trust again. It was so, so hard and I was miserable until things clicked and then 8k became 10k...which became 12k. I thought I’d stop there, but then it became 18k. I couldn’t stop which felt so liberating, fun, and rewarding because it had been so difficult to write until that point.Thank you to everyone who listened to me, brainstormed with me, and held my hand through the process as I whined and suffered.<3 I couldn't have written it without you.

Biggest Disappointment:

I couldn’t write a comm gift fic that I was happy with in time, and I wanted this year to be the year that I finally wrote one. Hopefully I’ll be able to participate in another writing-related Cap-Iron Man event this year! Oh, and I didn't write that other soulmate fic that's been on my mind for years.

Biggest Surprise:

Everything under the “writing risks” part. Um...that LPAYS did so well. There’s a risk with long sequels; the longer a oneshot fic is, the less likely it is to get as much feedback as say, something that’s in the 5-7K range (I forgot the exact range, but someone put up stats about this), and if it’s a sequel? People back out because they think they won’t know what’s going on unless they read the first story. I was that “Troy from Community enters a room on fire with a pizza box, smiling and then alarmed” gif when MoO did incredibly well, and I sort of feel like that with LPAYS, even if MoO has double the bookmarks, comments, kudos, and hits.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story:

I don’t know.

Favorite opening line:

I’m not extremely fond of any particular opening line from last year. This is easier with opening paragraphs. If I had to pick, though, it’s “They were like bedtime stories, his nightmares” from Every Last One of My Demons.

Favorite closing line:

The one from LPAYS and the last four paragraphs of that are my favorite closing lines ever, but they’re spoilery so I’ll pick something different. My favorites have to be from Every Last One of My Demons, Signals Between Two Satellites, and A Long, Final Rest Among the Stars. I’ll pick two.

Favorite in terms of meaning: Hope, he thought as Tony turned to look at him, exhausted and afraid and beautiful from Signals.

Tony is the embodiment of hope for Steve!!!! I honestly think that Tony embodies that for the Avengers and especially Steve in so many ways, even in the MCU; it’s not as apparent as the other universes, but if you think about what Tony did for Steve in all their movies together and in Infinity War, which they aren’t in any scenes together, it makes sense.

Favorite in terms of writing/prettiness/mood: “Tony,” he heard the voice whisper again, and it was all their voices all at once, calling him to them from here and beyond, all with him as he drifted off, into the boundless darkness, into the stars and the lights he had loved and then feared and loved again from A Long, Final Rest.

In conclusion:

I’m proud of myself.

Fic-writing goals for 2019:

I’m not going to try to top what I did in 2018. I don’t think that’ll be possible. What I hope to do in 2019, other than write my MTH fill for @sabrecmc​, of course, is to finish the two fics that have been on my mind for years: the reconciliation/reunion fic and the one that everyone must have heard me complain about by now as I’ve been whining about it on and off for about 4.5 years. Yes, that one. That soulbond fic. The one that I tried to abandon, but even if I put it aside for a long time, I can never actually let go of. It haunts me. I WANT TO BE FREE. I WANT TO BE FREE. If you’re curious, the two fics are the second and third fic on this post. I have some other stories I want to write, but those two are my only priorities. PLEASE, I WANT TO WRITE AND POST THEM EVEN IF I DON’T KNOW HOW.

Anyway, happy 2019. One more year until 2020! What a scary thought. I wish you all a prosperous, joyous, creative, and prolific year.

[eternalsterekrecs]

Hey! First I swear I love stiles so much.... but do you have any where he is kidnapped (hunters or whatever) and/or abused (by boyfriends or family - but not his actual dad he'd never haha). Preferably with a big focus on recovery ❤️

Oh, you’re in for a ride because we have a bunch of recs for you! We’re dividing this fic list in four themes: general hurt Stiles, depressed Stiles, kidnapped Stiles and abused Stiles. We hope this is what you’re looking for!

GENERAL HURT STILES WITH RECOVERY

We’ve Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He’s cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there’s a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There’s so much blood around him he feels like he’s floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he’s in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he’s alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, “This is going to kill my dad.”

Patience Gets Us Nowhere Fast by Vendelin

Stiles gets injured during a harpy attack, and Derek takes care of him.

Hunter and Hale (series) by captaintinymite

After an internal affairs complaint against his former partner, Detective Derek Hale left Pittsburgh with his fiance, Stiles and returned home to serve in the NYPD. His new partner, Detective Chris “The Hunter” Argent would take some getting used to.

But keeping his personal life separate from work was harder than he expected, especially with the hazards of the job and his upcoming wedding.

Though their first impression of each other was rocky at best, they soon became quite the dynamic duo.

Teenage Dream by matildajones

“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can���t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost.–After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.

DEPRESSED STILES

Satisfactory Compromises by TroubleIWant

Stiles is basically doing fine. He’s surviving, anyways. So what if it’s a struggle to get out of bed most days? Back in high school, everything about the supernatural had seemed edgy and romantic and exhilarating, but after seeing everything he has, wanting to go back to ignorance is only natural. Only then Derek comes back to Beacon Hills and says he’s in love with him, and everything changes.

For the worse.

Stiles catches himself at the last minute and blinks hard, as if that might change the fact that, yes, the person sliding onto the stool next to him is Derek Hale. He’s more than back in Beacon Hills, he’s right at Stiles’ elbow. And fuck if the unbidden reaction to that doesn’t feel like a return to high school: the palpable uptick in his pulse, the anxious desire to be funnier, louder, and brighter balanced with the feeling that he’s already the best version of himself when he’s got this man’s attention on him.

Derek is smiling, his kaleidoscope hazel eyes flitting intently over Stiles’ face in a searching examination of his features. Stiles can feel his mouth pulling into a wide grin. It’s Derek. Derek’s back.

“Hey, hi,” he says. “Hey there.”

Make Me Skin & Bones (Where The Hell Have You Been) by Kandakicksass

Stiles takes the darkness from the Nemeton a lot harder than Scott and Allison do. Derek comes back after he goes catatonic.

The Smell of Blood by CherFleur and ToriTC198

The coppery tang of blood flooded Derek’s nose as he neared the Stilinski’ home, walking through the neighborhood, the last location on his list-that-he-did-not-keep of pack-houses-that-certainly-didn’t-need-to-be-patrolled. His first feeling was one of confusion, and maybe a bit of disbelief. His first instinct, was to attack whatever had caused this sudden, horrible panic. His next – noticeably more calm and rational reaction, the one he listened to – was to assess the situation before going in, claws and teeth bared against an unknown threat to someone that he considered a part of his pack. Already, in the back of his mind he had sorted through all of his people, his pack, and that particular scent, was sending up flares of warning and cold terror.

There was no doubt that the blood belonged to Stiles Stilinski.

Ever After by Sybilina

Four years ago, Stiles left Beacon Hills, to go to college, to get away from the pack, to try to mend a broken heart. He thought he’d succeeded but right when graduation came around, his whole world fell apart. Again. There’s only so many times Stiles can deal with his world falling down around him. This was one time too many.

It isn’t about getting the girl, or the guy, because romance and lovey feelings aren’t a cure for depression.

KIDNAPPED STILES

Fixer Upper by Arsenic

After the events of 5a, Stiles is estranged from Scott–and by association, the pack. Derek is off finding himself, or, at least, Germany and some other places. There’s a lot of texting and post cards and then Derek comes back to find Stiles missing. Worse, nobody seems to remember Stiles existing.

First Son, Last Chance by elephantfootprints

When First Son Stiles Stilinski, beloved public figure and the bane of his private security team, goes missing without a trace, ex-security officer Derek Hale finds himself tangled up in the world of Argent Security, a world he was forced out of when rumours abounded that he was sleeping with his charges.

There’s no leads, no time and no way Derek is going to rest until Stiles has been brought home safely.

gunplay (series) by theroguesgambit

“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?”–Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.

Be Near Me by alenie

It’s been over three months since John found out that werewolves are real when Stiles goes to the grocery store one night and doesn’t come back.

ABUSED STILES

Gladiolus by TheRealNightTempest

Stiles moved to New York City to attend Columbia and somehow he ended up abandoned by his pack. To fill the void where his loved one used to be, he seeks affection from the wrong source. Years later a terrible encounter forces Stiles to move back home to Beacon Hills. He’ll have to face people he used to call family. Laura. The Pack. Worst of all Derek.

And because of them he’ll have to learn to heal.

Let Me Love You More by silveritas

Stiles has been running with the pack for so long now that bumps and bruises are a given.

Derek doesn’t pay it much mind until the night Stiles runs right into him in the kitchen at the loft, Derek’s hand shooting out and gripping his bicep to keep him upright. The hiss of pain Stiles lets out is a sound Derek never wants to hear again.

Or Stiles is in a bad relationship and Derek finds out.

Staying by superagentwolf

Stiles shows up at Derek's apartment door one day asking to stay. Derek surprises them both by accepting. He does his best to make Stiles feel safe and he doesn't ask. Eventually, though, Stiles tells him.

[bubble-tea-bunny]

Like a Train on a Track [Jason Dean x Reader]

Author’s Note: I start school again tomorrow but I don’t want to. T^T Been a while since I wrote for JD haha, hope ya like.

Word Count: 2,386

Jason Dean lets himself in.

The front door squeaks quietly as he opens it and steps across the threshold. He shuts it loud enough for the only occupant of the house to hear. As if on cue, a voice coming from the kitchen calls out:

“Shoes and coat off! Don’t track rainwater in here, JD.”

Said boy smirks to himself as he does as you say, stepping out of his shoes and leaving them sitting on the welcome mat. He shrugs off his coat and hangs it on the rack next to the door before traipsing down the hallway to find you. The sound of heavy rainfall is muffled from inside the house but still loud enough to drown out the sound of his footfalls upon the hardwood flooring.

He stops in the doorframe, leaning against it as he takes a second to study you. You’re at the dining table, eyes trained on the drawing before you. Your mouth is set in a thin line as you concentrate and JD wouldn’t be surprised to find that you’re holding your breath, in order to ensure your lines are as steady as possible. He knocks on the doorframe a few times, which is more than enough to get your attention. The movement of your hand pauses and you lift the pen from the paper as you look up to see your boyfriend. His raven hair is wet and the only evidence of the fact he’d been caught in the nasty rainstorm outside.

“Have a hard time getting here?” you question, concern laced in your voice as you set your pen aside to take a break. JD isn’t one for umbrellas, no matter how much you try to convince him to use one. Rainy season is no joke where you live.

JD shrugs. “It’s just some water.”

You nod slowly, thoroughly unconvinced, but you decide to not say anything more regarding the issue, if only to spare your boyfriend’s “tough guy” demeanor. You hide your smile behind the mug of hot chocolate you bring up to your lifts, savoring the warmth and sweetness that settles upon your tongue. JD still hasn’t moved from his spot, the two of you watching each other in silence. The clap of thunder seems so spur JD to stand back up straight and walk over to you. You set the mug down and watch him, noting the way his eyes slide down as he approaches the table to see what you’re working on.

“What is it today?” he inquires.

You twist around the paper so he can better see what you’re working on. To the outsider, it looks as though you’ve just started inking—less than one third of the whole piece has been darkened in pen. But JD knows better than that. You’re a meticulous artist, taking things slowly to ensure your lines and shadows are perfect. You’re a perfectionist, through and through. It shows in your work, but it pays off. That said, it might be safer to assume you’ve spent a good while on the inking so far.

“I like it,” JD compliments simply, looking up from your drawing to you.

“I hope you’ll love it by the time it’s done.” You sigh heavily as you turn the paper back around to face you. “This is a bitch to get done. Why did I do this?”

“Because you’re little miss overachiever.”

The nickname isn’t new. Your boyfriend had kindly bestowed the title upon you when you first started dating. It shines most true with your schoolwork, as you have A’s all across the board—a stark contrast to JD, whose report card isn’t the greatest thing to be proud of. But it stretched into other areas of your life too, such as drawing, for you have a penchant for doing detailed and complex pieces despite the fact you tell yourself you’ll “draw something easy today.” You almost want to laugh as you look at the in-progress drawing in front of you currently. “Easy” my ass.

You smile and narrow your eyes in a playful glare. “Thanks.” You set your hands on the edge of the dining table for support as you stand up, stretching your arms high above you to ease the pressure on your spine that had built up from sitting hunched over your drawing. You release a deep breath at the feeling of relief, eyes sliding closed as you relish in the sensation.

JD takes the last couple of steps to get to your side and wraps an arm around your waist while you’re still stretching, pulling you against him. Your eyes slide open when you feel yourself collide with his torso, and when you allow your arms to fall back down, you wrap them around his neck, the fingers of one hand playing at the hair at the nape of his neck. You regret the action when the wet strands wrap around your fingers—it would feel a lot nicer if his hair were dry.

There’s another bout of silence between the two of you as you stay like this, and then you speak up: “Well, are you going to kiss me hello or what?”

JD chuckles at your little quip and complies, bending down to set his lips on yours. You meet him eagerly, and he wants to laugh again at your excitement. One of his hands slide up your back to rest between your shoulder blades. He pulls away, but his lips remain brushing against yours, which are opened slightly as you take in some much needed breath.

“Hello,” he murmurs.

“Hello,” you breathe out, eyes still closed. You lean your head up, wanting to capture his lips again for another kiss, but he stands up to his full height, preventing you from doing so. You open your eyes and frown slightly, which earns you a smirk from JD. His eyes slide down, notes the elegant curve of your neck and the smooth skin disappearing beneath the hoodie you wear to fend off the cold.

HIs eyes slide back up to yours. “You should draw me next,” he says.

You raise a brow. “And what if I don’t want to draw you?” you tease.

“Why wouldn’t you want to draw this handsome face?”

You suppose he has a point there, but you don’t concede. You hum, pretending to think. “I beg to differ.”

JD smiles mischievously, hands sneaking beneath your hoodie to come in contact with bare skin. You yelp as his cold hands comes in contact with the warm skin of your back and you smack his arms, wanting him to retract them, but he doesn’t budge. You shiver slightly and arc your back out of instinct in order to try and get away from his hands, but they’re pressed against you.

“You’re not going anywhere, sunshine.” JD wraps his arms around you once more, now increasing the amount of cold skin invading the warmth of your hoodie, and you shiver again, less subtly. You whine and set your hands on his biceps, trying to pull away, but his grip is strong. He laughs as you go slack against him, having given up.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you say, but it’s muffled since your face is nuzzled into his chest.

JD’s arms slide off from around you, and you sigh in relief as the coldness leaves. It’s JD’s turn to raise a brow as he watches you walk out of the kitchen.

“It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Oh it was!” you reply, quick as lightning, as you disappear down the hall.

JD returns to studying your drawing in your absence. The rain is starting to fall harder now, which is saying something, since the whole day it seemed to be coming down pretty mercilessly. If it gets too heavy, he might need to stay the night. It wouldn’t be a big deal, for him or you, but your parents are a different story. But that’s always the case, so no surprise there.

He turns around to face the rest of the kitchen and to look out the window. The world outside is gray and gloomy and the perfect weather to enjoy from the safety of the indoors. With a sigh, he reaches behind him to set his hands on the table in order to lean against the edge, but instead one of his hands collides with the cool ceramic of your mug, knocking it over.

JD twists around suddenly, eyes widening at the hot chocolate splattered over your drawing, the liquid quickly seeping into the once pristinely white paper.  

“Shit,” he hisses out, quickly grabbing the mug and setting it upright. “Shit shit shit.” He rushes to the counter where the paper towels rest, and he grabs a few before rushing back to the table and trying to salvage what he can. He wipes at the stray hot chocolate on the table itself, then carefully dabs at the blank sections of your drawings, keeping far away from the pencil and pen marks to prevent smudging. Things are bad, but they can certainly get worse, and messing with the actual drawing is a surefire way to get there.

You come back into the kitchen when most of the hot chocolate has been wiped up, but the paper is stained and the drawing long past saving. You’re mortified to find your boyfriend hastily gathering up paper towels stained brown from your chocolatey drink, the remainder of which has found its home on the drawing you’ve already spent so long working on.

“JD!” you exclaim, taking steady breaths to calm yourself down in the midst of your shock as you walk over to the dining table, almost not even wanting to see what’s become of your current piece.

It’s not often that Jason Dean gets nervous. But right now is an exception.

He takes his hands away from the paper towels, settling for standing off to the side, waiting for your reaction. You take in the scene in silence, eyes roving over the stained paper. You almost want to cry because of how much time you’d already invested. At the same time you want to yell at JD for his lack of caution. You’re so overwhelmed trying to decide which of the two to act on that eventually you just sigh heavily.

“I will fix this,” you tell yourself resolutely.

JD raises a brow and glances at the drawing again. He wants to ask how you mean to do that, but he doesn’t want to make you angry and turn himself into your target. Especially if he does need to stay the night. Talk about awkward.

“Sorry,” he offers up curtly. No explanations, no fluff. You’re only looking for the apology.

That’s proven correct when your once tense shoulders relax and you glance up at him, eyes soft although a little glassy, betraying the fact you’d come very close to tears. “It’s okay,” you say softly. “Just”—You motion to the mess on the table—“Can you help me finish cleaning all this up?”

“Yeah.” JD nods and grabs the paper towels, throwing those ones in the trash. He gets a few more and walks back over just as you peel the paper off of the dining table, holding it in the air for a few seconds to allow the extra hot chocolate to drip off. JD cleans up the rest of the table as you bring the drawing to the dry surface of the counter, giving it time to dry.

When JD finishes wiping down the rest of the spilled drink and trashes the paper towels, he joins you where you stand in front of your drawing. He feels bad. He really does. This is the first time he’d messed up anything you’d drawn, and it had been in such extreme way too. Spilled water wouldn’t have been as big of a deal—just wrinkled paper and mild annoyance. He’s standing behind you so he can’t see your face, but your silence leads him to wonder if you might have actually started crying, which is something he’s not all that prepared for. He doesn’t know how to deal with people crying, and especially not his own girlfriend.

“You’ll fix it,” he pipes up softly, a little awkwardly if anything because he’s not that well-versed in consoling people. “Make it better even. You’re not little miss overachiever for nothing, right?”

You sniffle, confirming his suspicions as you look up at him with tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. A stray tear falls but you’re quick to wipe it away with the sleeve of your hoodie and you try to force a smile onto your face, doing your best to ignore the way your lips quiver in the urge to slide down into a frown.

“I guess so,” you reply, voice shaking slightly. You heave another sigh as you fight back the remainder of your tears. “Thanks, JD.” This time your voice is steadier.

Said boy smiles, corner of his lips upturning slightly as he leans down to kiss your head. Admittedly, this whole being affectionate thing is weird, as it’s usually you who’s like this, and not the other way around. It feels unnatural to him, if a little uncomfortable, but feeling the way you relax against him makes him realize doing this in the future wouldn’t be too bad. It would need to remain a private matter of course, since to the outside world, Jason Dean is impersonal and aloof. To you, well, you’re a different story altogether, aren’t you?

———

The drawing doesn’t look all that bad after you’ve finished inking the remaining portions. It had been hard work trying to remain steady despite the wrinkles in the paper. Eventually the shakiness of the thinner lines caused you to throw caution to the wind and thicken the lines pretty much everywhere, leading to a bolder subject than you’d originally intended. But life is about comprise, you suppose.  Your signature at the bottom is less than perfect because of those damned wrinkles, but you leave it be.

Luckily the hot chocolate stains to any unsuspecting spectator might be taken as a stylistic choice—the beauty of artistic liberties. And the paper smells really good to boot. Little miss overachiever indeed.

[canaryatlaw]

alright. so today was pretty chill. I woke up to my alarm at 11:30, which I intentionally set 15 minutes earlier than I normally would’ve because it was going to be 80 degrees out and I knew I had to lug my giant suitcase in from our back porch area (it’s not really a porch) and dig through it until I could find a tank top and some shorts. luckily it didn’t take me very long to do so, so I just had some breakfast and chilled out for a bit. I opted to walk again because the bus options were like 12:09 and 12:38, which obviously neither work for me to arrive at 12:30. I loosely timed it today and it took about 15 minutes to walk there, so not bad (at least when you’re used to living in a city without a car and walking everywhere). PT session was good, I think I’m gonna have to tell the guy that the exercises he has me doing right now are too easy haha because he’s like “okay do 30 bridges’ when at the other place I’d moved up to doing single leg bridges with a 15 pound weight on my chest, so I could do 30 normal ones in my sleep lol. but other than that it was good, I like it there, it’s a bit smaller than the other place but everyone is very friendly and cordial, so that’s good. Got out of there are 2, walked home, had some lunch and tried to get some studying done. I did the remaining two secured transactions lecture videos from the bar website back to back, so I could get the rest of that info into my brain, then I downloaded an outline from outline depot, which I was slightly irritated about because none of the outlines I uploaded had been reviewed yet, meaning I didn’t get a credit for them, so I ended up having to shell out $20 for the outline (which, like I said last time, is really a fair price compared to other options, it’s just annoying when you know you could’ve gotten it for free). I can’t really blame them though, it’s finals time and I’m sure they have a ton of people like me trying to submit outlines last minute so they have a ton to go through. I had decided I wanted to make vanilla pudding and an apple crisp, the pudding to use the two egg yolks I had in my fridge that were left over from me making the meringues the other day, and for some reason I just wanted apple crisp. the pudding was simple enough, milk, sugar, cornstarch, egg yolks, vanilla and butter (and a few other minor things) and that all came together quite nicely. After that I went back to my computer and made a table of contents sheet for the outline so I don’t have to waste time flipping through it trying to find stuff during the test (or at least have to waste less time doing so). I had gotten a new ink cartridge from amazon, so I went ahead and stuck that in there, then printed the outline. I decided to print my notes too, just because it’s better to have more information, even if they’re pretty sparse because I didn’t quite pay attention for most of the class. So I printed all that a hole punched it so it’s ready to go in my binder. I then wanted to make the apple crisp. I had three granny smith apples in my fridge, so I found a recipe that could work with that. Peeled and sliced the apples, made the crumb topping (which turned out super good, not entirely sure why, but it was heavenly) made a flour/butter/brown sugar mixture to coat the apples in, then stick it all in the pan and put it in the oven. It was ready around 6:45, perfect timing for me to get some and go watch The Flash. apple crisp is obviously a solid dinner choice. As far as The Flash goes, well, it was definitely not my favorite episode, by a long shot. the whole council of Wells thing is a great example of just because you can doesn’t mean you should (which is what I tweeted while watching it), it’s just so overdone at this point and I really don’t want to see Tom Cavanagh playing any more ridiculous versions of the character. so that was not my favorite. I liked the stuff with Iris getting back to being a journalist FINALLY (we’ve only been asking for that for like, 2 seasons now), but I can’t say I was too into the whole Amunet Black storyline, I just didn’t really care about her, and the entire goal they were aiming towards was kind of nebulous and the stakes weren’t really there. Not sure what to make about the Caitlin/Killer Frost storyline at this point, I am very much against character attacks on both Iris and Caitlin, especially when it’s because of a ship, and I’ve seen some WA shippers attacking Caitlin for being selfish, and I feel like, at the very least, that is lacking in empathy. I very much ship WA and love them together, but I don’t harbor any ill will against Caitlin, a fictional character, who shouldn’t be demonized because some people ship her with Barry. But anyway. Not sure how I feel about that whole thing and where they’re going with that. When that was over I switched over to Rise, which was a very intriguing episode. First off, I have to say I kinda hope Lilette’s mom gets arrested for child neglect, because she is very much guilty of it at the moment. like, you can’t just walk out and leave your teenager alone for days, doing nothing to take care of them during that time, I don’t care what you’re going through or what happened between you, you’re a fucking adult and a parent, you don’t get to just storm off and leave your kid alone. So obviously that bothered me a bit, for reasons that I would think are pretty apparent at this part. The whole plot about cleaning up the show I found to be rather amusing, because to cut all the things they wanted to there would like, be nothing left in the show lol. All of it is so essential to the characters, and hearing them sing “YEAH YOU’RE HOSED ALRIGHT” was really fucking amusing, I was legit laughing at that. Being that next week is the season finale and the night of the show, it’s pretty obvious that they’re gonna end up saying fuck it and do the correct version of the show, though I’m sure that will have repercussions. The storyline about Maashous gave me a lot of feelings (again, for obvious reasons) and I hope they play that out in a way that is doing justice to the source material and the many real children who end up in these situations. When that was over I switched over to Amazon Prime Video and watched a few episodes of The Good Place before starting to get ready for bed. At some point during the day, I don’t remember when, I checked my email to find one from the tech company I had done the two phone interviews for, stating the classic “thank you for applying to this position, we’ve decided to go another way” rejection letter style. I was honestly somewhat relieved, because if I ended up there I was *very* concerned that if I got it I was going to end up hating the job and just being miserable. Of course though, that knocks out one of my Illinois prospects, leaving the only active one to be the DV clinic, which isn’t exactly a job prospect, but I’m really hoping if I just knock everyone’s socks off I can turn it into one. Whether I stay here or not is still going to end up turning on what happens with the NYC job, which I should be hearing from any time now, but it does make it somewhat harder to justify staying in Illinois on the basis of having more prospects and opportunities here when one of those is gone. At the same time though, job prospects in New York would also be quite limited, there really aren’t any active possibilities, the only somewhat active one would be interning at the county attorneys office (they do the job the ASA’s do here in child welfare court) unpaid until I get officially sworn in as an attorney in November/December, then *maybe* they’ll hire me, as they are currently stating they’re only looking for licensed attorneys for their positions. I’m kinda disappointed I didn’t hear back from any of the other jobs I sent all those applications to, mostly because I felt like a lot of them were very strong and would give me a good shot at the job, but I guess being straight out of law school is just not something they’re looking for right now. So yeah. that was a massive tangent. I still have mixed feelings about the NYC job, because I don’t want to leave Chicago, but I want that job, and there’s not (currently at least) any options for that job here, and who knows when OPG will lift their hiring freeze, it’s already been in place for over a year, so hedging my bets on that it’ll be lifted soon doesn’t seem like a good decision. Sigh. I keep praying about all of it and saying if you want me to go to New York then make this job happen and I will, if not don’t make it happen and I’ll stay here, so I’m hoping that job with be somewhat of a sign of what I should do. I am somewhat of the opinion that “God’s Plan” for our lives isn’t one set path, that we have free will to make decisions, and (as long as it’s a good decision) He will find a way to bless the path we take. That idea was first told to me by one of my theology professors in college, after I went to her with a very broken heart after certain events, and was broken up about what was meant to be and who I was meant to end up with. She said there was a book, I don't remember the exact name, but something along the lines of “Good news for the anxious Christian” basically communicating the idea that God will find a way to bless whatever positive decisions we make, and that really stuck with me. Sadly enough, the next semester, that professor happened to be one of “The 8″ that had been terminated by the school in the incident that led to the whole “Support the 8″ campaign where basically the entire undergrad study body was infuriated and the administration was very, very shook. So when they were collecting letters I wrote one supporting her along with the one I wrote for Derek (theatre professor that was the heart and soul of the undergrad program who they carelessly fired) and emailed her to let her know I had done so, she was out on maternity leave at the time (which of course makes it that much worse that they fired her). I just wanted her to know that the students were actively supporting her, and she responded very thankfully. That was all such an unfortunate incident...I’m really, really off a tangent now, and it’s past 1 am, so I think I will take my leave now. Goodnight dear friends. Be blessed.