#Thinking of buying a Digital Pen ;w;

[r0tt1ngr4bb1t]

Elloo!! Sorry If I haven't been Active Nowadays -; ; I'll try to find the time to Post and like Posts and stuff .w .

[mock-arts]

Not for a bang so I can actually share progress shots!

I’m workin on a 2ft X 4ft painting of a scene from Patriot (Amazon prime show) for my husbands bday.

Also pictured: dog hanging out w me while I paint.

Beneath the cut: me complaining about spending money and trad media lmao

I wanted to do this digitally and get it printed, but working at even 18x36in in procreate was really cramping my style because layer restrictions. So I would have had to either learn a new program on my computer, or upgrade my iPad. I thought instead “oh I can just do this in acrylics, and it’ll be less money then having it printed, even!!” (I am stupid)

I haven’t worked in acrylics in like. 10 years. So I’m doin some relearning.

One thing I learned is I got no patience for gridding anymore??? And I got more money to throw at my problems. I started gridding and was like “fuck I’m going to be at this for weeks”

Then I bought like an 80$ projector and used that instead lmao.

I am prob like 400$ in the hole bc working irl just takes like. So much stuff. I’m like “guess I’ll buy a canvas? Guess I’ll buy paints?” Then it’s like “well I guess I can’t work on the dining room table for months, guess I’ll buy an easel” “guess I don’t have room for this in the house guess I’ll work in the garage” “garage is fuckin hot guess I’ll buy a fan” “standing for this long sucks guess I’ll buy a stool I can get paint on” WHO KNOWS WHAT ILL BUY NEXT (have already bought varnish I didn’t think of, paint pens to try and recapture some of my digital style, etc)

Anyways. I got until 4Q23 for this. I got some shit to fix w the layout (I wound up losing track of my sketch as I was painting today in a few places, but should be an easy fix)

[irrelevant-iguanadon]

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Shoot me an ask if u want btw, I like to think I'm pretty chill.

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ALSO!! This is the link to the Operation Olive Branch spreadsheet if you want to donate :)) 🇵🇸

Anyways um fun facts about me:

Nonbinary/queer/demisexual yeah we love gay ppl

ADHD as fuck (I have the silly)

I'm in college!! So I'm a bit busy sometimes but it's okay!! Anyways I'm a film major (w/ a minor in gender studies) if you were curious

Speaking of I'm generally really really passionate about women's rights/queer rights/sex ed/aspec ed/trans rights so if you ever wanna get me ranting like hell send me an ask asking about something specific regarding those. Just don't be purposefully trying to get me pissed off at you about it plz.

I have some silly hobbies which include art (mostly just pencil/pen doodles and some digital stuff though), plushie making (that one is recent), and video games!! I love video games!!!

I also like fun clothes and outfits but only when it's niceish out, when it's cold I default to sweatpants and a hoodie 💀

Anyways going back to the art stuff I have a redbubble!!! Go buy some stickers or smth if you want!!

Moving On

Fandoms (this is gonna go in depth with each so they are titles for yee so just scroll past the ones u don't care about)

Soulsborne 🗡

I've beaten all of them except for Sekiro and DS2's DLCs (and the DeS remake but I've played the original)

Bloodborne is my favorite (and also favorite game of all time)

Fav characters consist of Lady Maria, Adeline, Simon, The Hunter, Lucatiel, Aldia, Hyetta, Blaidd, Marika, and Rennala

Speaking of, fav ships are (f or nb) hunter x maria, maria x adeline, lucatiel x (f or nb) Bearer of The Curse, and Marika x rennala

Fav bosses: either laurence or orphan of kos, penetrator, manus, smelter demon, sister frieda, and dragon lord

FNaF 🐻

I've been here since before fnaf world, I'm a veteran 💀

Favorite game is 4 but HW1 is better game play wise imo

Big fan of any nightmares, fredbear, springbonnie, rxq, ennard, funtime foxy, and roxy

As for like human characters, I love both movie and game mike, movie Vanessa, Cassie, and game Vanessa's potential

I like a lot of the big fangames a lot too, my favorites being the DSaF series, FNaC 3, and Super Fnaf.

I think the books suck ass (unless they're the logbook or cookbook <3), and the mimic is fucking stupid and should've just been a digital only thing, w/o a physical robot

I'm just salty about security breach in general

Game Theory/Team Theorist

This is Matpat hate free zone!!!

I've been watching his videos since 2015, this man practically raised me

My favorite channels atm are GTLive and Style Theory lol

I actually like his fnaf theories, not necessarily bc I think they're right but bc they're fun and he presents them in an entertaing way lol

Biggest Ash and Amy fan everytime they're in an episode of smth it's slay. Head editor Dan is super cool too.

Best GTLive series/vids are the murder of sonic the hedgehog, JRs, FNaC 3, Bad End Theater, the FNaF lore off, and Trombone Champ

Pokemon ⚡️

First game was white 2 back in like 2014 I think, my first starter was tepig

Favs of each category are emboar for a starter, white kyurem for legend, genesect for mythical, idrc about the ultra beasts, slither wing for paradox, mega lucario, and volcarona overall

Fav human characters are rika, prof sada/ai sada (same for turo), volo, nessa, Lillie and lusamine, ghetsis, N, all of the gen 5 gym leaders tbh

I also like pmd2 a lot!! It's one of my fav games ever actually

Pokemon Rejuvenation ✨️

I haven't played the most recent chapter 💀💀

I love all the characters a ton honestly but I'm the biggest risa raider fan

Sonic 🦔

This is a recent one and my current hyperfixation lol

Favs are Rouge, Blaze, Amy, Shadow, and Espio

Fav ship is blazamy <3 but my fav platonic relationship is rouge and shadow

I'm currently working a couple AUs so maybe those will be a thing on here evntually

No joke got into sonic bc me and my roommate watched the gt live tmosth playthrough together and we both got hyperfixated

Currently working my way through the games!! I just started though so I'm only on sonic adventure 1 and I haven't started the 2d list at all

Also trying to watch the shows but I've only seen the first few mins of X, and a couple Boom eps. I've finished s2 of Prime though!! Excited for 3!!

Also want to eventually read the idw comics but haven't gotten a chance yet.

All sonic girls are Sapphic btw <3

Hatchetfield 🎶

I've watched a few other starkid shows but these are the only ones I've latched on to

I've seen all the content up to this point save hey melissa

alice, bill, grace, steph, lex, hannah, becky, linda, and mrs holloway are my favs

My fav lib is tinky <3

Fav musical is npmd but fav nmt is killer track

Fav starkids are mariah, angela, jon, corey, and curt but all of them are slays fr

Heathers 🍵

I've been here since like late late 2019

Never seen the show but I have seen the off broadway slime tutorial a decent amount and I own a DVD of the movie

I love!!!!! Veronica Sawyer!!!!!

Chansaw if my fav ship by far I love them but McDuke is also slay and there's definitely reason to ship Veronica with almost any other student in that movie save Kurt and Ram lol

Big fan of the AUs where JD and Veronica are platonic besties ngl

Not a huge fan of the West End version though

I didn't know what emoji to out here bro

Sea of Stars 💫

Played it for the first time in December of 2023 and fell in love omg

Seraï is my fav love her <3

Every woman in that game loves women fr

I have lots of thoughts about the bosses I'll post about them someday

God this took me 2 hours I'm gonna go to bed now 💀

[ectonurites]

I love your Henry el art! do you have any digital painting tips? Do you physically brush stroke over and over the same spots like you would with traditional art? I can never wrap my head around digital painting but I want to get better at it! I just don’t know how to blend or get that nice painterly look where you see strokes and it’s not so flat :(

first of all thank you!!! and oh god okay. trying to explain this stuff is hard kjhgjkh

I do definitely like, work over the same areas in a way tht i think is vaguely reminiscent of traditional painting—wait wait ok here's like. a few different stages along the way tht i'd saved things at on a different piece (bc on the el & henry one i didn't save at too many points along the way):

[Also i usually do most of my painting-style stuff as a value study in black & white (or sometimes a fun different color & white. to spice things up) which i then color on top of with an assortment of blending layers, then do some little touch ups on after merging it all together. which is why this is in b&w but the final version i'd posted is not]

but so it's like. a lot of working and reworking the same areas and utilizing the fact that with a digital painting you CAN select certain pieces and move them around/resize them (within reason, if you do it too drastically with the resizing then the quality gets fucky. but normally even after i resize something i'll paint back over it at the new size to help compensate for that/refine it).

in terms of the strokes and how visible/not visible they are, i think that's something where just... you experiment with brushes & pen pressure to be able to achieve certain things? (I personally use the DAUB brush set, overall there's LOTS of fun stuff in here & i had bought it in the first place bc it's what comic artist Belén Ortega uses and i always love the texture of her linework. but if you don't want to buy brushes there's definitely LOTS of great free ones out there to play around with). The brush I specifically use for this kind of thing is like a 'watery acrylic' so it's got some texture to it and blends things a bit but still loads new paint onto each stroke.

I'm sorry if none of that is particularly helpful though, but like the main thing is just practicing and experimenting until you find things that work for you! it's something that like... can take a lot of time & effort to get the hang of!!

[rachelsquill]

my little sister wants to start art and wants to buy an iPad with an apple pencil for that, so since you have one I wanted to ask if this would be a good idea? shes never drawn on any tablet before

I think if you can get a good deal on it, it would be worth it!! I’ve felt very productive w art since i got mine, but i got mine for a good deal bcuz the company my brother in law worked for at the time was selling second hand ones that had been barely used.

If shes never drawn on a tablet before tho i would suggest maybe getting a paperlike screen protector because then it feels more like you are drawing on paper rather than a smooth screen, this is optional tho i just know that w my laptop i used to have more luck with the screen protector. I still need to get one for my ipad but i definitely notice its a bit weird for me how smooth the ipad screen is when i draw.

But honestly, if shes just starting out w art if you guys have a home desktop or a laptop that she could use i know huion has some like starter tablets that plug into computers that might be good and more affordable!! When i first started doing digital art when i was??? 13 i think??? I used a wacom bamboo tablet my uncle got me, and it took some getting used to but it was a good gateway into digital art!!!

So in essence: If you can afford it i think an ipad would be a fun start for digital art, but if not there are other options that may be cheaper!!!

also i highly suggest doing traditional art too if shes just beginning and doesnt do it already, a cheap sketchbook and a pencil/pen can be awesome to start with. But i understand the ease of digital art can be a benefit for a beginner artist :3

Sorry if none of this is very helpful, I’m not the best w advice but i hope that you can get some insight from this!! If you have anymore questions after reading this feel free to hit me up!

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

I'm most familiar with Huion! Their driver is pretty easy to understand. Only issue you'll have is finicky cords, but depending on the model and your attention to taking care of it, should last you a good bit (my cord rn is about 6 months in the running- amazon basics sells the model of cord for about $7 USD so isn't too big of a deal)

I have a screenless one, so I can't say anything about screen quality. I've only had to buy 3 pens, but only one of those was because it broke- other two was because I lost the one I had already. Overall I think its pretty good!

My sister has a wacom (the little one) and it's worked well for her for a good bit! however it's having some issues now (bout four years in) but it was $80 so not terrible. I think she's good with the driver too.

Its also aimed at what you're going for! I won't be doing huge animations (usually) and I don't draw on my tablet all the time (i switch between digital and traditional) so its very preference based! Additionally, I don't use any of the buttons on my tablet- I prefer command keys (Ctrl + z, Ctrl + w, Ctrl + t, etc!) so I have my tablet sat on my lap or a table (or sometimes in a car, a folded seat) with one hand holding the pen, the other on the keyboard. Only button I use is the one on my pen for an eyedropper for color (highly recommend!! )

I'm going shopping for an drawing tablet tomorrow, any suggestions on the make? I'm inexperienced in this type of shit and if I can get a good one that be lovely, the place I'm going to offers a warranty on things like this but I don't want to play around with money

[canisonicscrewyou]

What’s On Your Mind?

[iraprince]

i've been wanting to get into digital art for a while, and I'm thinking of getting myself a tablet for this christmas. Any product recommendations?

i would say, particularly for a first tablet, i don't recommend a wacom, even though it's what i use currently (and what i'll probably get again if/when i eventually upgrade to a screen tablet). this is because, while the quality is great, they're very pricey in a way that isn't proportionate compared to other brands. it was one thing a decade ago when wacoms were often much better than other options, but now other brands have caught up and there's no reason to shell out that much extra unless there's a reason u need a wacom specifically. (i.e. i got my current wacom tablet as a gift years ago, but i would spring for wacom as a screen tablet bc i've done a lot of research on cintiqs vs other options and i think for my job i do need the extra oomph in terms of stuff like screen resolution/latency/parallax — not because a more expensive tablet/better performance will make me "draw better" but bc i spend so many hours drawing per week that better performance will reduce friction and make my job easier. if you're not concerned about "this device is about to be a massive part of my life so it had BETTER be the best machinery i can afford," i don't think the extra expense is worth it.)

also, specifically, the wacom intuos 4 pro is a piece of steaming fucking garbage from hell and its cord port WILL eventually die for no reason, and wacom support will not help you because how do you prove it died for no reason even though dozens of other ppl online have clearly experienced the exact same hardware failure, and then you will have to buy an external universal camera battery charger and remove the fucking tablet battery and charge it once every other day at an outlet BECAUSE YOU CAN'T CHARGE IT WITH THE CORD ANYMORE and only use the thing wirelessly. not that i know anything about that

so!!! with that said. my very first tablet was a tiny wacom bamboo (idk if they even make those anymore?), and after that when i had to replace it i got a monoprice. that was a long time ago so i can't vouch for current quality — pls look up recent reviews and do research on anything u pick — but my exp w monoprice was that it was crazy cheap and perfectly good quality. setting up the drivers was a complete nightmare, but once it was working it ran like a dream without any problems and i don't remember ever having to fuss repeatedly with driver resets, reinstalling shit, losing pen pressure, etc (all problems i have had with wacoms, and still do occasionally). that thing took me through several years of art school and then several more years after without an issue and only gave out when the actual hardware was starting to go from wear and tear, i.e. wires were getting loose and it had been dropped a few times.

those are the only ones i have personal experience with, but i've heard very good things about huion tablets, and they seem like a good middle ground of higher quality than monoprice vs cheaper than wacom.

general tips: get the biggest one you can afford, you'll be using it for a long time anyway and the very small ones are hell on your wrist. consider getting one with shortcut buttons; if you end up liking them you'll use them all the time, but if you don't (i never personally got into using mine!) they don't get in the way, so it's no harm. and when you get your tablet, find the pressure settings (there will almost definitely be a menu that comes w your tablet software, but also check your drawing program as well) and adjust the pressure sensitivity so you don't have to press down super hard!! this will save ur wrist.

[mxchellesworld]

Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

***

Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.” 

[yanderechuu]

Shouto and Iida want to spoil the reader rotten but the reader Wants nothing to do with them , especially if she has to own them back for the gifts ! But when you try and get help but your class mates are under a illusion that they are helping you. 

also in accordance to this request:

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader feat. Todoroki Shoto, Iida Tenya

[1.4K]

Summary: Shoto and Iida take their dues after giving you gifts you’ve never even asked for.

Warning: nonconsensual touching, sexual assault

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“W-what are these for?” You questioned, standing beside the study desk in your room as you eyed the set of paper bags dropped on the floor by two of your wealthy classmates.

Iida and Shoto, who unceremoniously welcomed themselves inside your dorm as you studied for a long quiz anticipated the next day. You swore you had locked the door, but you doubted your memory, so perhaps they got in due to your stupidity. It wasn’t like they actually had a carbon copy of your key, right? Momo definitely did not duplicate it using her quirk and offer it to them as an act of camaraderie.

That did not justify why they did not bother to knock, though.

“They’re for you.” Iida explained, executing his signature gesticulation with his hands. “You’ve been dealing with academics the past week, so we supposed this could alleviate your stress.”

“That’s... that’s really sweet of you two, but really, you didn’t have to-”

“Nonsense. This isn’t against our will, anyway." 

You didn’t have to buy me shit I don’t even need. Like last time, Shoto bought you a designer messenger bag after taking note of your current one scarcely even marring on the strap. When you showed up without it the next day, he disappointedly asked you why, and you gave him the excuse that you didn’t want such an expensive object spoiled from quotidian use. That was partly a reason, but truthfully speaking you just did not want your old bag to run out of utility. He didn’t get the gist, anyway, opting to buy you another bag less expensive but you were willing to bet it costed more than your weekly allowance.

“It’s ¥5,000 less than the one I first bought you.” He had said stoically, scaring you when you had contemplated about asking him the price.

Iida was no different, either, when he gave you an exorbitant pen for you to use in note-taking, and it was so, so difficult to refuse the gift because it was the pen you had been eyeing online for a little while already. The sky-high price ranged from ¥10,000 to ¥15,000, and although you were aware that this item was only a matter of want, not need, you couldn’t help but cut a little bit from your allowance to save up for it. Nevertheless that was proven useless, because Iida had you an excited (albeit bashful) mess when he said he had bought it for you. Even if you didn’t want the gifts, it wasn’t like you had the choice to reject, because that would lead them to guilt tripping you into receiving them, declaring they had put so much time and effort into getting it for you.

But neither of them complained about the lavish cash spent on it.

And that had recently been a friendly competition between the both of them - to sweep you off your feet with extravagantly unnecessary presents. You appreciated it at first, when they once only gave you writing materials of your aesthetics and little, miscellaneous trinkets that reminded them of you, or that would remind you of them. Now, they spent up to numbers that reached five digits, and in the weekends you would walk around Musutafu in upscale outfits of brands which names you fear you might mispronounce, often being conceived as a model. Sometimes, you’d be mistaken for a sugar baby and therefore given dirty looks from conservative elderlies, when really, you just had two overbearing classmates who wouldn’t stop spoiling you rotten.

You feared that one day, like a sugar daddy, Iida and Shoto would expect something in return from you.

“Don’t you think this is too much?” You asked, diffidently rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “O-oh no, this really is. It’s probably better if you’d- you’d stop.”

Shoto lightly tilted his head. “Don’t you love them?”

“I do, but I don’t know how to repay you back.”

Big mistake on your part. You shouldn’t have said that.

They shared a look, one you didn’t like. You pursed your lips in anxiety when Shoto began to walk across the room, but instead of going towards you like you had expected, he sauntered to your bed and sat on the (f/c)-donned mattress. 

“(Y/n), come here.”

Amid confusion, your naïve self followed his command, and upon halting on Shoto’s knees, you gasped when he pulled you abruptly towards him, by force situating your rear on top of his lap.

“T-Todoroki!” You exclaimed.

He only placed his hands on your hips, tightening his grip when you made an attempt to pull them off. “You could pay up with this, don’t worry.”

You watched as Iida came forward to the both of you seated on the bed, taking his phone out from his pocket and kneeling. Shoto proceeded to give his phone to Iida. Your eyes contracted in horror.

And then you started struggling your way out of his grasp, doing best to ignore the way his quirk activated slightly for you to take it as a warning - you took it as a threat. It was when Iida lifted your uniform skirt up did you voice out your panic, and much to your despair and their delight, you were only wearing panties.

“No, nonono, no, please-”

Your male class representative placed a palm on your black tights-clad thigh, the edge of it dragging across the surface of (s/c) skin when he pried your legs apart. “Stay still.”

“No!” You yelled, closing your thighs back, enclasping Iida’s hand between them. “Y-you don’t have to do this. Take back your gifts, I don’t care, just leave me alone-”

Your breath hitched when his grasp on your thigh squeezed to bruise. “You don’t care? Don’t you know how much thought we put to them?”

Tears accumulated in your bottom lids upon coming to the realization that you didn’t really have a way out of this, not unless you grow a pair and be willing to fight them off, bold enough to use your quirk outside of hero training period or internship to defend yourself from these two. But unfortunately you weren’t, and you were stopped by the fear that they might do something worse if you go against them.

Shoto pecked your cheek, then your jaw, the trail down to the base of your neck burning horribly with each riveting kiss. “One photo for ¥10,000, hm? Come on, it’s not too many.”

The sound of snapping camera fended your thoughts from wondering the amount of cash they spent on you. You could scarcely see Iida’s beguiled expression as he took pictures of your intimate part clad only in red fabric - a color that exuded sexual allure. You sobbed, devastatingly allowing Shoto to unbutton your uniform blazer, and when you retaliated by weakly holding his fingers, he tutted and locked your hands with his. Because you often wore your blazer, you hadn’t bothered wearing (s/c)-colored brassiere to camouflage on your white school button-up, so without blazer it was very prominent, revealing a red piece to match with your underwear - Iida took pictures of all your endowments.

You just wanted their hands off you, away from your hips, your thighs, your skin. You wanted their eyes off your crying face, tears staining your reddened cheeks excessively - please, don’t look at me, don’t look at my body, don’t look at my panties-!

Closing your eyes in distress, you let your head lean against Shoto’s shoulder. “No... this is- this is wrong-”

“Using your quirk on Yaoyorozu is wrong.” He whispered against your ear. “Did you think of that?”

Using your quirk on Momo was wrong under circumstances that she was innocent. But she was not, touching you when you had said not to, touching you in restricted places just as Iida and Shoto were doing at the moment. Wait, were they doing this to avenge Momo?

You sniffed, “I-I won’t do it again... p-please,”

A quick keen of pleasure (guiltily enough) emitted out your throat when you felt a soft sensation on the inner part of your thigh - Iida’s lips. He kissed you on the part of your ongoingly healing wound, which you had obtained from interning under [preferred pro-hero].

“You should change internships.” Iida said, which, in your ears, sounded more of a demand.

What you thought had lasted for gruesome hours realistically was just a few minutes, and when Iida was done with taking pictures, when they were done assaulting you traumatically, Shoto gently settled you on your bed, and you quickly snatched a pillow to hug and bury your face onto, because you didn’t think you could bear to look at them any longer. Your loud sobs were muted finely by the cushion as they left, and you were thankful that they didn’t have the audacity to comfort you after what they had done.

At least they didn’t picture you without your panties.

[neorukixart]

About my future content and commissions

So, yesterday when I tried to doodle I realized that my pen pressure and response was lacking and not working at all. Today I tried to fix it and now it's a constant fight of rebooting the tablet driver every 5-10 mins but I think I can make it work ;w; and was able to doodle a self indulgent rkgk of Miyuki and my Sakuyamon Warrior Mode (because Survive is the reason I wanted to make this Sakuyamon tehee) yet, I had no patience to finish it OTL

I want to apologize to my clients if I’m late with your work, the reason is my now “not working well” tablet so I ask for a little bit of patience. I will contact you personally to update you on the status of your illust.

I’m ashamed to ask this, but if I can save enough might be able to buy a new one (even a cheap one just to keep working) so, against my policies I will still be accepting commissions but I will put you all on queue.

I don’t know how long it will take me to buy a new one to keep working and can’t give you an specific date for you to have access to your illustrations but I garantee I will eventually get it all done!

I am also accepting donations ;w; All the info is available at my pinned post and here is a link to my ko-fi (where I’m taking commissions and also selling my content as digital goods with printable files)

Thank you so much for your support so far! Hope to see you in 2023 too uwu

[thighridingsamu]

nishinoya yu x gn!reader

content warning: noya w an oral fixation, very much nsfw, no use of gender specific pronouns or gender specific body parts

word count: ~500

a/n: i had writers block for the dentist!tsukki piece. so to take a break, i give you this. and maybe something later with kageyama and akaashi hehe. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Nishinoya has a raging oral fixation.

In high school it was easy to soothe by chewing on his pens or going out to buy a pack of his favorite brand of popsicles after club, whether it be in summer or winter. He’d never really given it much thought, figured that liking the feeling of something in your mouth was normal. And no one pointed it out to him either. Chewing on pens was a common habit between people, and they all thought that his love for popsicles was for how sickly sweet they were. It just seemed like a very Nishinoya thing.

Years later, when you began dating, you were quick to notice his little habits. It was like seeing a teething toddler, the way he’d chew up anything remotely safe to put in his mouth or lips sticky from the lollipop he’d been nursing. It was so innocent and you let him be, making sure he wasn’t going to hurt himself by putting whatever piece of plastic between his lips, but otherwise staying out of it. 

There were times where he forgot to stack up on snacks and had nothing on hand. You could see the way he squirmed beside you, leg bouncing as the tip of his thumb sat between his teeth. He’s so on edge that he can’t focus, discomfort settling in his body. The ache in his jaw and behind his teeth makes him frustrated and pouty. He let’s this go on for a while, not wanting to bother you because he thinks you’re still watching the movie on the screen. He’s shocked when you cup his face and give him what seems like a random display of affection, but gives in immediately and leans into the kiss. He doesn’t feel the way your hand on his face inches closer to his mouth until he feels your thumb on the corner of his lips. Nishinoya practically whimpers and lets you ease your thumb in as you litter kisses on his cheek, reassuring him that you were here to help. 

The first time you two were making out pretty heavily, it was hard to miss the way he moaned loudly at the feeling of your tongue moving into his mouth. And he was on cloud 9 when your fingers slipped past his lips, tongue weaving between the digits so eagerly as drool pools in his mouth. 

And when you finally got to sex, Nishinoya was begging for you to put your fingers in his mouth as he fucked you. He needed that relief in that moment, needed you to make him feel even better. If he wasn’t so eager to please and last for you, no doubt he would’ve cum on the spot.

Now it’s a habit for you to push your fingers into his mouth if he hasn’t already attached himself to your nipples. Or hasn’t already begun licking and sucking at your neck or chest, moaning at the feeling of your skin between his teeth.

And on lazy days, he opts to settle between your legs and suck everywhere and anywhere, pulling orgasm after orgasm from the both of you. 

[slade-neko]

Saw this video game tag thing pop up on my dash a few days ago. Wanted to do it.

1. First game you played obsessively? Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, I believe I was 5yo. Still waiting on that FF7 Remake treatment.

2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc. Well if I play a game and like it, then I'll create sims of it. Does that count?

3. Who did you play with as a kid? My brother from the day I was born.

4. Who do you play with now? My brother FROM THE DAY I WAS BORN.

5. Ever use cheat codes? I wasn't lying when I made this post. {link}

6. Ever buy strategy guides? Yes! Mainly to look at the artwork though. (Don't need no guide!)

7. Any games you have multiple copies of? Lots of games, most being Left 4 Dead with 6 copies (3 Xbox 360, 1 PC case, 2 PC digitally.) What can I say, its a GOOD GAME!

8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection? Gold cartridge Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time (maybe that's rare?)

9. Most regrettable purchase? I don't regret my purchases, but I have received games I have never played like Cubix (PS2) no clue where that game came from, but I have it somehow. Madagascar (Xbox 360) came with my Xbox 360, never opened it from its case. And Monsters Inc. Scream Arena (Gamecube) or something... it was a gift.

10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours? No, because then I'd have to interact with people.

11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games? I'm only friends with people BECAUSE of video games, so yes.

12. Ever get picked on for liking games? No, that'd be ridiculous.

13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has? Probably a lot, I'd say Call of Duty, but I technically played CoD 1, 2, and 4. The campaign mode was alright, but I don't really care for CoD games at ALL.

14. Favorite game music? Koji Kondo and Grant Kirkhope are two BIG ones.

15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick? Triforce is the most basic option, but I'd rather not get a tattoo.

16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL? Super Smash Bros. Brawl with hacks, but that was over a decade ago.

17. Ever lose a friend over a game? No, that'd be ridiculous.

18. Would you date someone that hates gaming? No, that'd be RIDICULOUS.

19. Favorite handheld console? PSP. 3DS is great, but PSP Monster Hunter has ALL of my portable gaming memories. Like playing in school after End of Grade tests with my friend.

20. Game that you know like the back of your hand? Sims 4 I like to think I know everything about Left 4 Dead. Quite a bit about Monster Hunter, more so of a series though than a specific game.

21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now? I'd say Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic. I loved it as a kid, but had a lot of complex pen & paper RPG mechanics that I never understood. I understand a lot more of it now, but its still complex as all heck. I just know you hit things, they die.

22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories? That's the only thing I wear.

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into? Not sure so I'll list a few. Sims 4, Smash Bros. Brawl, Monster Hunter (its a series though), or Left 4 Dead

24. First Pokemon game? Leaf Green

25. Were you ever an arcade game player? No, don't like paying to play.

26. Ever form any gaming rivalries? No.

27. Game that makes you rage? I don't get mad at games, but I had a custom modded Hard Eight mutation in Left 4 Dead that is absolute bullsh*t!

28. Ever play in a tournament? No, because then I'd have to interact with people.

29. What is your gaming set up? A giant wall of video game consoles spanning from NES to Switch, 4 TVs, but I sit at a desk with a PC.

30. How many consoles do you own? "I own every console that's ever existed." - I Don't Play Games When I Play Games (My STRENTH) original song by Smooth McGroove BUT no seriously I own 32 consoles including handhelds.

31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches? Yes. 3DS gave me headaches though I only really played with the 3D feature in Ocarina of Time 3D. I think my eyes broke because I couldn't get my 3D to work very well after.

32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic? Sure I play games based on a lot of things. Literally any anime game. If I had to pick Dragon Ball Xenoverse is kinda like a dream Dragon Ball game. Oh, Attack on Titan 2 is pretty neat too!

33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games? Some SEGA plug-n-play thing once. Played it like once and now its lost to time (or my closet.)

34. Do either of your parents play video games? Yes. Mom and Dad played NES Super Mario Bros. My Dad went HARD at that game until he saved the Princess. Then he quit forever.

35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop? "Hi. Welcome to Gamestop!"I never want to hear that again, but it was my main store until I went full digital/ online orders.

36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game? No, I don't tend to get upset or emotional, but Bill dying in Left 4 Dead made me pretty pissed.

37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination? Never played it. I don't really play "bad" games, but maybe Sims 4.

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like? The Sims 4

39. A sequel that you would die for them to make? Dragon's Dogma 2 WHICH I think is actually in development, so I'd have to say Fallout New Vegas 2. C'mon Bethesda you cowards, hand the keys back over to Obsidian so they can make another good Fallout game!

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls? Two part question, two answers. VR Headset to immerse in world, yes. Motion Controls, no.

41. A genre that you just can’t get into? MOBAs and MMOs. I don't like paying to keep playing.

42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness? Nintendo 64 opened me up to what video games could be as a kid. Sad to say my parents' NES didn't really do that for me. And years later Fallout 3 was a big game changer for me too.

43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else? Every day of my LIFE.

44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters? None. I'd rather emulate.

45. How are you at Mario Kart? Pretty dang good. 3-STARS MARIO KART WII, BABY!

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon? Yes, both of those. I preferred when Animal Crossing had more character to it. New Horizons looks so pretty, but feels so bland compared to classic AC.

47. Do you like competitive games? No. Not really. Usually amongst friends or if I can get competitive against AI Bots. I love my machine bot friends cause they don't cry like 10 year olds when they lose.

48. How long does it take your to customize your player character? Too long. I've seriously restarted games because I wasn't happy with my character's appearance.

49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character? Yes, I am always the magic man, my brother is always brute warrior, and my friend is the ranger.

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create? I don't really know. Honestly, I'd rather mod already good games to make them better than create something completely new.

51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep? No, that'd be ridiculous. But I've had a friend fall asleep playing games at my house 3 different times and currently dozes off during our Minecraft sessions. So, maybe that's not a completely ridiculous thing after all.

52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid? Kirby 64 apparently. My brother tells me we had to count out pennies to buy it. I must've been too young with no recollection, but I believe it.

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days? It's good if its not in the game's files from the beginning and is actually developed AFTER launch... and pre-order bonuses should be standard DLC a month or two later. Some games have content lost to time because of that pre-order bullsh*t.

54. Do you give in to Steam sales? Of course. If you want a game and its on sale then why not? I typically wait just for Steam sales to get games.

55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them? No? I typically make people and characters I like in Sims. I've made villains like Dio, but he's an anime villain and I don't really HATE him despite the horrible things he's done.

56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests? No. Never played that game.

57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements? I try to for all the games I really like.

58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick? The Sims 4, Skyrim, & Fallout: New Vegas. Mods make them live forever. Left 4 Dead and Monster Hunter are good choices too.

59. Do you play any cell phone games? Those aren't games.

60. Do you know the Konami Code? No? But I'll take a guess. Is it make an IP and forget it exists?

61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever? Keep forever... even the bad ones.

62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game? PS4 Pro for Monster Hunter World. It was basically for early access since the PC version was being developed and releasing after PS4, but I don't like waiting.

63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? Sort of. Been to anime cons and walked into the gaming tournament rooms only to walk out less than 10 minutes later.

64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming? No, but I'm going to be doing that soon, hopefully.

65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file? GameShark for N64, PS2, Gameboy, and Action Replay for Gamecube, DS, 3DS. And no not really, I would cheat responsibly... but there was this one time at school my friend and I borrowed another friend's Gameboy game, loaded it up with my Gameshark, tried playing, it crashed, loaded it back up, save file corrupted... we just stared at each other jaws dropped, "Here's your game back, dude. Make sure you don't play it til you get back home!"

66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it? No, but I remember seeing them on billboards in the game DRIV3R on PS2.

67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share? Every game I play is filled with happy memories (mostly.)

68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool? These tiger plushes. My brother got white and I got orange. They were the coolest. Got a butt load of tickets from some jackpot spinning light game thing as I was good at the timing with repeated jackpot hits.

69. In your opinion, best game ever made? I've played quite a few masterpiece games, but to pick one, I'd say Fallout: New Vegas

70. Very first game you ever beat? Super Mario 64. I was a mere child on a Sunday morning and ate celebratory pancakes made by my Dad.

Wow, that was long... I get the feeling this was supposed to be a "send me ask with numbers" thing, but answering all at once is more fun.

[clumsyclifford]

Hi friend!! 10 for the writers prompt 🥺

Hello! 10 w the writers prompt was meant to be jalex! I forgot to include it! If possible thank you v much

listen anon. i have been watching a lot of new girl. that is my only excuse for this. also i know i loosely interpreted the intention of the prompt but i feel like i got away with it hope this satisfies <3

tw for alcohol

read on ao3

-

“Phone,” Jack says, holding out his hand. 

“I’m not gonna call her, Jack!”

“Yeah, you’re not gonna call her now. This is a safety measure. You can’t be trusted drunk with a phone.”

Rian’s whole face crumples. “I’m not gonna call her,” he stubbornly repeats, but digs out his phone anyway and slaps it in Jack’s hand like he knows Jack is right. “You’re a terrible friend.”

“Great friend,” Jack corrects him. At which point a cute bartender materializes, a towel over his shoulder, and smiles at both of them.

“What can I get ya?” 

“Whiskey, neat,” Rian says gruffly. “Cheapest one you have.”

“He has the alcoholic tastes of a grandpa,” Jack informs the bartender. 

The bartender shrugs. “Hey, I don’t judge. I’m more of a wine guy.”

“Just my type,” Jack says, grinning.

The bartender tilts his head. Belatedly, Jack questions his choice of words. Apparently cute bartenders make him lose the ability to assess the implications of his own speech. “So? What can I get you?”

“Oh, I’m not drinking,” Jack says. He jerks his chin at Rian. “Driving this guy home.”

Rian has slumped over the bar, head in his hands, staring down at the bartop like it will reveal the meaning of life.

“Hey, man, you okay?” the bartender asks, brushing the edges of his fringe away from his face. His hair is green, but the sparkling brown of his eyes perfectly matches the dark stained chestnut of the bartop. They must hire extra good-looking people to man the bar, Jack thinks. As a way to hook people. Get them to buy more drinks. Whatever. All things considered, it’s a good thing Jack’s not drinking, because it would definitely be working on him otherwise.

Rian apathetically looks up into Alex’s face. “Great,” he says in a monotone. “I’m doing really well, thanks for asking.” And he returns his head to his hands.

Jack presses his lips together so he doesn’t laugh. It would be cruel to laugh, but honestly, Rian’s in this position roughly every other month. At a certain point, Jack has to laugh. “His girlfriend broke up with him,” he tells the bartender. “Uh, again.”

The bartender winces as he turns to pour Rian’s drink. “Ah, that sucks. Hey, I’m sorry for your loss, man. Breakups are the worst.”

“It’s—” Jack lowers his voice and leans conspiratorially across the bar. “They’ll be back together within the week.”

The bartender’s lips pull into a half-smile. “Oh,” he whispers. “One of those.”

“Yeah.” 

At the other end of the bar, someone calls, “Alex? Grab me an old-fashioned glass?”

“Yeah,” says the bartender — Alex, apparently, and he smiles at Jack, for real this time. “Gotta go do my job. I’m Alex if you need anything. Here’s your drink, man.” He slides Rian’s glass of whiskey across the bar into Rian’s waiting hand and then turns away to bring some glasses to the other bartender.

Jack watches him go. Then he turns to Rian.

“Okay,” he says resignedly, as Rian downs the drink in one and sets the glass back on the bar. “Walk me through it.”

-

Rian gets progressively more drunk as the night wears on. As usual, this makes him increasingly incoherent, not to mention clingy. 

“One o’ these days,” he slurs into Jack’s ear, chin digging into Jack’s shoulder, “I’m. I’m gonna leave her first. B’fore she can leave me.” 

“Yeah, good idea,” Jack says absently. His gazes wanders down the bartop to where the cute bartender, Alex, is closing someone’s tab, giving them a polite smile and a nod as they take their credit card back. Jack catches a glimpse of a tattoo sprawled over the back of his left hand. It looks like a rose, faded and red; Jack wonders what it means, if it means anything, or if Alex is the kind of guy to get tattoos just because they look cool. 

“That’s stupid,” Rian mumbles. “She has her reasons. I’m sure I did something.”

“Oh my God, stop,” Jack says, zeroing back into Rian’s lament. “You didn’t do anything, Ri. She just doesn’t appreciate you. She keeps stringing you along and you keep letting her. You have to put your foot down or she’s gonna keep pushing you around like this. You know you deserve better, right?”

Rian hums. “I dunno.”

“Well, I do. And I’m telling you, you do.”

There’s a beat. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Rian announces, clapping Jack on the back harder than strictly necessary. Jack grimaces. “Don’t drink my drink.”

“Your drink is empty.”

“Oh,” Rian says, peering into his glass. “Oh. It’s empty. Get me another drink then? Please?”

Jack sighs. “Yeah, fine.”

“That’s why I love you,” Rian professes, grabbing Jack’s face and giving him a messy kiss on the cheek. Jack sighs again as Rian traipses away, an adventure to locate the bathroom that will almost definitely end with him entering the girls’ bathroom by mistake.

Right on cue, cute bartender Alex sidles up. “Should I bother asking?”

“Another whiskey,” Jack says, passing Rian’s glass to Alex. “If you haven’t run out by now.”

Alex laughs. He’s got a nice laugh. It’s just Jack’s luck that the one time there’s a cute guy working the bar, Jack has to be taking care of his friend. Any other day, this cute bartender would be Jack’s evening plans, sorted.

“Sure you don’t want anything?” Alex asks as he pours Rian’s fourth whiskey. The amber drink pools nicely in the base of the glass. Jack starts to understand why this kind of drink is described as neat. “Non-alcoholic? Virgin cocktail, anything?” 

“Do you serve shots of bleach?” Jack deadpans. 

Alex snorts a laugh. “Damn, that bad?”

“No, it’s not that bad,” Jack says, pulling a hand through his hair. “It’s just, you know, I love him, and I— I hate his girlfriend, and I really just want them to never be together again, but I have tried a thousand times, said everything I can possibly think of to say, and nothing sticks. It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall. And I’m not just saying that because of the, like, muscles.” 

“Been there,” Alex says, tilting his head to indicate the other bartender, who puts Rian’s build entirely to shame. “Zack doesn’t listen to me for almost any reason, but in fairness to him he’s a lot smarter than me.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Jack says. “Rian’s way smarter than me. Except about this one thing.”

Alex grins. “Then he’s lucky to have you to take care of him,” he says lightly. “Hey, what’s your name?”

Jack blinks. “Jack.”

Alex nods like this confirms some suspicion. “Well, Jack, my shift is ending, and I know you have your hands full with your friend tonight, but if you ever want to come back without the, you know, angsty drama, I’d be happy to make you a real drink. On the house. You ever had an old-fashioned?”

Jack bites his lip. Idiotically, he says, “I’m not really a whiskey guy.”

“Yeah, neither am I, usually,” Alex says. “Is that a no?”

“No! I mean, no, it’s not a no. It’s a yes, just—” Jack shakes his head as Alex watches him, amused. “Jesus. Sorry. Yes, I would love to come back and for you to make me a drink. Even an old-fashioned. I’ll try anything once as long as it has alcohol in it.”

Alex smiles. “Good. I look forward to it.”

“Wait, let me just— do you have a pen?”

Alex ducks under the bar and surfaces with a black pen in hand. “Yes, apparently.”

Jack takes the pen, then grabs Alex’s right hand and scribbles his phone number on the back. “As long as we’re being old-fashioned,” he explains as he writes the last digit. 

The smile on Alex’s face stretches wider, and Jack knows this had been a good move. “I’ll call.”

“I hope you will.”

“Good luck with your friend,” Alex says. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.”

And then he’s gone, sneaking behind the other bartender, Zack, and disappearing into a room in the back. 

Jack glances down at Rian’s glass of whiskey and the smile playing at his lips is impossible to stifle. Curious, he lifts the glass and takes a small sip.

Jack’s never really considered himself a whiskey guy, but as he swallows down this taste, he thinks he probably could be. 

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Kauri and Keira

CW: Implied/referenced noncon/serious dubcon, implied/referenced abuse

He slides out of the bed when the world is quiet, when Owen’s breathing is deep and heavy. He doesn’t weigh that much, really, so it’s easy to shift his body slowly, back and back, without disturbing anyone. 

The sheets are soft as silk against his skin - he’s so lucky he lives somewhere with such a good bed, some owners make their boys sleep in the boxes they came in. He pulls on the black jogger sweatpants and matching sweatshirt Owen brought home last week - how lucky, so lucky that his owner lets him wear such comfortable, soft things - and he’s so quiet, and moves so slowly, that his collar doesn’t even clink against itself.

He places each step carefully, but he doesn’t really have to. This place - condo, but he’ll forget that in a second - is new, top of the line Owen says. Owen is always saying how nice this place is, how good it is that he gets to live here.

They used to not allow pets, but they make an exception for nonproductive, Owen had bragged to him once, the two of them bundled on the couch to watch movies. There are movies the booklet suggests they not watch - a short list - but Owen doesn’t seem to care.

He likes when Kauri is scared, and he can hold him and make him feel better, pet through his hair and whisper that he’ll never let Kauri get cut up like the person on TV. He’ll never let him bleed like that. All the ways that Owen hurts him don’t really count as hurt, not compared to those other owners, the other pets.

It could have been so much worse.

Owen’s touch is safe, is the only safe place, the only safe thing.

645898, what do you say?

T-Touch is safe. Their touch is s-s, is safe, whoev-ever they are.

Look at him, he’s still buzzing, don’t you think?

All their nerves buzz after a jolt like that. He’ll be fucked up all day now. 

Yeah, well, at least yours reacts. Mine just stares at me now.

Stop overusing your baton and he wouldn’t. 

He earned it, cheeky fuck. Again, 645898.

Touch is s-safe. I want to be tuh-… touched. W-Want to be. It’s s-safe. The owner’s touch is s-s-safe.

See? Was that so fuckin’ hard? Your owner’s touch is safe, right? Say it again.

Oh-Owner’s touch is s-s-safe. Soh-horry, my voice won’t-

Yeah, don’t fuck up next time. 645898, lights out.

The lights are out as he creeps through the bedroom door, closes it silently behind him. The only sound is the low whirr of the nearly-soundless appliances in the kitchen, and Kauri smiles to himself, fingertips trailing the weird stone countertops that Owen was so proud of, had spent so much money on. 

Clean enough to eat off of, and sometimes he made Kauri do just that.

In the dark, Kauri is a little nervous, but it’s not so bad. Everything has a place and stays there except for Kauri, really, and Owen doesn’t mind that he walks around at night as long as he doesn’t wake him up. Kauri doesn’t need much sleep - how long has it been, 645898, three days? - and as long as he’s back in bed before Owen wakes up, so he can be right there, it’s okay, Owen doesn’t mind.

A lot of owners don’t let their pets roam at night.

Kauri is so lucky.

“So fucking lucky,” He sneers, and feels a thrill of fear up his spine, but no one hears him. No one else is here but Owen, and Owen won’t wake up until his third alarm goes off, even though Kauri is usually up before the first

Out into the living room, where the cool floor turns to a soft carpet under his bare feet. He finds her just where he thought she’d be, in her docking station underneath the couch, beeping contentedly in the darkness. 

“Keira,” Kauri whispers. “Keira, are you up?”

Hello Kauri, the Roomba replies in its slightly digital female voice. Owen had asked for the Roomba to have a female voice - you got to pick, he told Kauri, who had only nodded silently like he understood. Time: 3:15 AM. Cleaning routine commences?

“No, not yet. You might wake him up if you get stuck again. Can you come out of your station and sit with me?”

The Roomba is silent for a moment, then whirs out of the docking station on its tiny wheels, a perfect flat black circle with two blinking red spots on the top, like eyes. Kauri smiles, a little, and pats it on the shiny part on top, where he imagines she likes it. The whirr of her little wheels changes, and it sounds like a purr. Affirmed command. Kauri directs.

“I don’t direct anything,” Kauri says softly, and when he moves back across the room Keira follows at his heels, moving effortlessly over the carpet, bumping into him a couple of times in what he pretends is affection.

The doors to the balcony don’t squeak or creak - Kauri is careful to keep the hinges nice and oiled, although he’s not sure how he knows to oil them, because he can’t remember every being taught. Kauri opens them up and lets the cooler night air in, taking a deep breath. It smells like the trees with white flowers down below, along the walkway, where he has never been.

He knows it smells like the tree-flowers, because Owen told him so.

Owen tells him all about these things, and he is so nice compared to other owners, who don’t tell their pets anything at all. Owen is very careful to be ethical and humane, and he never leaves bruises.

But there are other ways to hurt someone.

Commence balcony? Keira asks, whirring at the edge of the doorframe. Kauri assist. Kauri assist. Kauri assist-

“Yeah, I got you, girl, hold on.” Kauri drops into a crouch, picking the Roomba up carefully by the middle part where her circle is widest. The wheels keep spinning as he holds her and moves out onto the balcony, but when he sets her down again she moves over to a corner by one of the big planters - this one has some kind of miniature tree in it, surrounded by flowers that Kauri carefully waters and gives plant food at Owen’s direction - and settles in, beeping her happy little contented noise. “There, that’s better. Go ahead, we’ll be outside for a little bit, okay?”

Gratitude. Grateful. Kauri is good. Keira balcony commence.

Kauri beams at the praise, and settles into one of the thick padded outside chairs, pulling his knees up to his chest. “Thanks, Keira. I just thought maybe I could look up tonight, and you could come out with me.”

Kauri is good. Keira grateful.

“Kauri is grateful, too,” Kauri replies, but really he isn’t. Owen is very kind to him - he’s so fortunate to have someone buy him who is so kind - but he can’t be as grateful as he’s supposed to be. 

He looks up at the dark night sky, clear as glass that he can look up into and see the stars. The condo practices minimized light pollution, Owen tells him. It’s far enough from the city to avoid more than a hint of the reddish orange glow of those lights, off in the distance Here, the condo is surrounded by old trees allowed to keep growing and carefully managed. There is no one but the condo people for miles and miles and miles.

There are no lights at night between midnight and 5 AM. Instead, over Kauri’s head, the sky is a riot of white pinpricks he used to know the names for, and doesn’t remember anymore.

He sits quietly, looking up at them, letting them wash over him. All their designs turn into pictures if you connect the little dots, the sense that there is something so big out there and he is only the smallest, tiniest part of it, and so it doesn’t matter if he is hurt, because there are bigger hurts out there, and he is only dust on a planet orbiting a distant sun-

645898, what do you remember?

Kauri’s fingertips start to tap on the arm of the outside chair, nervously.

I-I-… I don’t know, it hurts, please stop, please-

Tap. tap.

No. I asked you a question. What do you remember?

Taaaaap. Tap. tap.

Taaaap. Taaaap. Taaap.

Taaaaap. Tap.

Tap.

Taaap. Taaaaap. Taaaap. Taaaap.

Tap.

Taaaaaaap.

N-Nothing! I don’t remember anything! I don’t remember, I’m sorry, I don’t know-… I don’t know anything!

Good. Get 645898 back to his Cubicle.

Keira beeps once, and he thinks she might sound worried, but he keeps his eyes up on the stars, and he lets his heart beat faster. 

Tap. Taaaaap. Taaaaap.

Tap. Taaaaaap.

Taaaaap. Tap.

Taaaaap.

Pick up the pen.

N-No! I don’t want to do this! I don’t want this!

Pick. Up. The. Pen.

I don’t want-… Stop! Stop hurting me!

Kauri’s breathing has gone shallow, stutter-skipping breaths that make Keira beep again and he shakes his head at her. It’s only safe to think at night, when Owen is sleeping. Owen didn’t buy him to think, Owen bought him to be pretty, to have blue eyes and black hair. Owen paid a lot of money, Kauri is an investment, and he’s lucky he’s worth so much money or he could have been sold to someone worse.

“L-Lucky,” Kauri whispers, but his voice shakes.

Taaaaaap.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“I’m lucky.”

Tap. Tap.

Kauri heartbeat accelerating, Keira says, and her robotic voice drops a little, a mockery of the kind of concerned whisper Kauri sometimes uses with her. Kauri physical condition deteriorating?

“No, I’m f-fine,” Kauri says softly. “I’m fine, Keira, thank you. Thank you. Just, just give me a second. I’m okay. I just need-”

I need him to not be touching me right now.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He remembers stars, before. Lying on his back on a blanket in the grass, with Keira beside him, only it was a different Keira, then, and he was a different person. They had a book with constellations in it and they were pointing out all of the different ones, laughing like idiots.

645898, unacceptable incorrect thought aberration.

No, please, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean-

Unacceptable. Come here.

N-No! Please, please don’t do it, please-

Then learn to fucking forget when we tell you to, 645898. Dumbass

Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-… I-…

“I’m so lucky,” Kauri whispers. “I’m so lucky that I’m not in the facility anymore. I need to not go back to the facility. I need to not go back. I need to not-”

There’s a beep and small thump, and Kauri looks down to see Keira bumping the leg of the outside chair, scooting back, and then bumping again. Kauri reassurance require. ‘I don’t want this’. Keira provides. Reassurance Kauri. Keira provides. Kauri assist? Kauri assist. Kauri assist-

He unfolds his legs and leans down, sweeping Keira up into his arms, holding her rigid little metal body with the wheels spinning, although they settle and stop once he has her on his lap, his hands resting on the smooth curved plastic and metal shape. Her little red lights look right up into his eyes. She whirrs, softly.

Kauri reassurance require, Keira intones, and Kauri tightens his hands on her, just a little bit. Keira provides. Keira reassurance provide. Acceptable?

“Yes,” Kauri replies, and then he holds her up in his arms, vertical, hugs the rigid, unforgiving metal and plastic to his chest. “Kauri reassurance requires.”

645898, say it again.

Touch is safe, touch is s-s-safe, touch is-

“I’m so lucky,” Kauri says, voice soft and sweet. “I’m so lucky I have you. I’m so lucky I signed the contract. I’m so lucky I have Mr. Owen. I’m so lucky, I’m so lucky, I’m so lucky.”

Keira understands. Reassurance Keira provide. ‘I don’t want this’, Keira beeps, and Kauri holds her tighter. Kauri heartbeat elevated. Keira reassurance. ‘I don’t want this’.

“Me neither,” He whispers. “But I’m so, so lucky.”

Tagging @pepperonyscience who asked to be tagged but I’​m pretty sure someone else did and I can’t remember who they were! Aaaahh! I’m sorry. If you want to be tagged for Kauri updates, please leave a comment on this and I’ll make an actual honest-to-God list I can keep track of

[clingypope]

Teen Wolf as things i found in my groupchat

Liam: guyyyyyyys i have to tell u something reeeeeaaaaally important

Stiles, in the same minute: yea

Stiles: i'm here

Stiles: huh

Stiles: wow

Stiles: hello

Stiles: no?

Stiles: ok

Lydia: hey

Allison: hi 🍍

Lydia: nvm

Allison: why 🦘

Lydia: i wanted to ask u something but i remembered the answer to my question while i was typing

Kira: hey do u guys wanna meet up? :))

Lydia: bois

Lydia: boys

Lydia: whatever

Lydia: i'm shopping i can't

Scott: what the fuck

Stiles: bitch i'm cackling

Isaac: wtf is going on

Scott: i got a D- on my chemistry test

Scott: Stiles copied the whole thing off me and got an A

Isaac: now i'm cackling too

Cora: it's period time

Erica: what

Cora: cuz i'm bleeding

Cora: out of my vagina

Erica: does it hurt

Cora: yea

Erica: how much

Cora: QUAGHJGFGHJGHF

Liam: [random picture of his feet]

Kira: i really like your socks

Liam: ikr they're awesome

Allison: i'm hungry

Allison: but i just had sumn avocado

Lydia: aw girl now i want sumn avocado too

Malia, two hours later: i wanna eat a horse

Lydia, on vacation: theres a cannabis shop nexx 2 our hotel

Boyd: Are you already on some of that? Your grammar is weird

Lydia: u can buy hookahs hereeeee

Boyd: Lydia i'm sweating please tell me you aren't smoking cannabis

Kira: how du u politely insult someone

Malia: ur a humanly human

Boyd: that's not polite, that's the heaviest insult known to mankind

Lydia: guys i'm going shopping again what should i buy?

Stiles: b a t h b o m b s

Stiles: t o i l e t p a p e r p e r f u m e

Scott: what the heck is toilet paper perfume

Lydia: i need more ideas

Stiles: d e c o r a t i o n

Stiles: p e n s

Stiles: d e c o r a t i o n p e n s

Scott: Stiles what the FUCK are decoration pens

Stiles: i d k

Stiles: s o u n d s g o o d

Lydia: ok thx babe, please stop doing drugs and sleep instead, have a nice day

Stiles: t h x

Stiles: w i l l d o

Scott: something tells me u won't but alright

Scott: what did you get on your essays guys

Lydia: 98

Scott: what

Scott: how

Scott: Stiles you better have a low grade or else i'll kick u

Stiles: i have 105

Lydia: how in the fuck did you get a 105

Liam: what was your essay about

Lydia: we had to write an instructional essay about a mathematical concept we used this year

Lydia: preferably the quadratic formula

Stiles: i wrote 5 paragraphs on how to add single digit numbers

Stiles: 105 for creativity and accuracy

Lydia: youve gotta b kidding me rn

Stiles: i got the idea off a tumblr post

Lydia: i think im having a stroke

Erica: fuck off i don't wanna do school work in quarantine i've got enough to do already

Cora: wtf u doing we're literally quarantined

Erica: sleeping

Erica: bitch

Stiles at three am: W H AT 'S JE S U S C R IM I N AL R E CO RD

Derek: ffs stiles its 3 am go to sleep

Cora: why does my perfume have more curves than i do

Erica: why does the pineapple have more joy in life than i do

Stiles: why does everybody have more talents better mental health and prettier faces than i do

Liam: Stiles

Liam: are you ok?

Stiles: yeah totally anyways guys what are we doing today

Erica, completely out of nowhere: I HATE THIS FUCKING BITCH

Cora: big mood

Kira: hiii guys does anyone want to videochat?? :)

Allison: i have to take a shit later maybe

Kira: oh

Kira: ok

Erica: w h e e z e

Cora: guys i'm feeling down can anyone call me

Kira: yup hun i'm here

Allison: i'm pooping but alas

Cora: no Allison i don't want to talk to you while you're taking a shit

Cora: but thx

Allison: ... you're welcome

Kira: the smolest house in europe is 57 centimetres smol

Stiles: don't know where i'm gonna need this information but i'm pretty sure i will someday so thank u babe

Kira: uwu

Theo: fuck off how does charli damelio have 6 million likes on a tiktok of her drinking a slurpee and i can't even get thirty likes on a text post she's such a stupid whore

Stiles: thats because you're untalented, ugly and unsympathetic as fuck and nobody likes you

Stiles: including me

Stiles: get the fuck off our group chat you heinous jealous slug

Liam: slowclapinthedistance

Kira: guys what do you think of the drama bryce hall got into yesterday

Isaac: nothing

Scott: i'm a potato

Stiles: who the fuck is bryce hall

Kira:

Kira: the holy trinity

Derek: okay, so we're meeting at my house at two o'clock. possibly/most definitely without scott, because he's not reading or answering any texts.

Stiles, twenty minutes later: i found a wild scott ima drag its ass to dereks now

Theo: idk i don't feel good lately

Theo: like i'm just mentally not alright and i feel down all the time

Stiles: HAHHAHAHAHAHA

Stiles: I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I READ ALL WEEK

Stiles: ssshhhh erica

Erica: what

Stiles: do u want crack

Derek: Stiles for fucks sake stop trying to get Erica to do drugs with you

Erica: yes

Derek: wait

Stiles: YES

Derek: NO FUCK

Scott: that's it

Scott: theo ima throw u out of our friend group u are toxic asf

Scott: stiles i'm gonna put you into therapy

Stiles: AHAHHAHHAHAHA LIKE I'M ANYWHERE NEAR RICH ENOUGH TO AFFORD THAT

Stiles: BITCH

Stiles: MY THERAPY IS CHEAP MARIHUANA

Liam: i'm gonna go to sleep now good night everyone

Theo: have nice dreams

Theo: about murder

Allison: i really want to go shopping anyone down??

Lydia: YES

Lydia: that's the spirit sis