#a quick and (not so) neat drawing is cool

[v1nyl-fights-god-via-shitposting]

The once every 18 million years GK art from me

[dreadlock-detective]

Hyrule Hulligans Harrass Dilf Dining Establishment

I'm playing around with figuring out tweaks to my cartoony art style for a project I'm working on and decided to test it out more by trying it on these four doofuses. I have to say, I'm really proud of how it came out. Look at how it came out! Look at the shape of Yunobo's doofy head!

That said, I need to actually go back and beat Tears of the Kingdom some time. Sadly I've heard that the Ganondorf Diner shenanigans have been patched out? Not that I'd end up doing that anyway but damn was that funny!

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Since this post will likely have more reach than most, I want to keep testing out this style on more characters and to that end I'd like to announce a limited time special for December 2-10th 2023!

More info (and a few drawings I haven't posted) under the cut!

STYLE COMMISSION INFO

So yeah I want to practice this style and other folks always seem to have neat ideas I wouldn't think of and I'm trying to raise some money to help send my wife on a trip next summer! Let's make cool stuff happen!

Details:

Please email zeratanus AT gmail DOT com with the subject Style Commission

Cost is $25 USD, paid upfront via paypal. I'll send an invoice out for you once we've agreed on the commission

1 full body character, colored and cell shaded, no background

Please provide an image reference of the character, preferably in color and full body

Either OCs or Fanart is fine

Safe for Work Only

Unlike my usual commissions, these are supposed to be quick so no approval process. Once the commission is confirmed I'll get to work and post the finished product here on Tumblr when it's done

if you want to be tagged when its posted, please include your tumblr username in the email. Sometimes Tumblr refuses to tag certain accounts so I can't promise this hellsite will work but I'll certainly try!

I'm down to hear a bit about the the character's personality and try to incorporate that but the pose itself is up to me.

I think that's everything! If that sounds good to you, drop me a line!

Guess I'll end off with a few more unposted test images for the project this is actually for!

[dhampling]

sunburn dadstarion, <1k

She runs in with cheeks flushed, head wet with a thin clad layer of sweat. Remnants from some form of cool treat dry on her chin. Plaits - neat this morning - loose now with tangles and damp as she beelines straight for his workroom. 

Face scalding as she buries it in his abdomen. 

“You’re getting muck on my shirt, little one.”

She mimics his words with a cutting tone as she burrows deeper, wraps even tighter around him. Smells like cloves and hot paving and the dry-sweet musk of city dust. As he presses a kiss to her head he feels the sun lingering in her hair. Little white cowlicks brushing his nose.

If he stills he can hear you out on one of the cast-iron chairs with a glass of red in hand, talking to a friend of some parental variety in the early evening heat. 

“You’re so cold” 

His heat comes from woodsmoke and yours from the sun. Both familiar to her. He could light a fire but you’d moan at him for it.

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

He pokes at her clammy arms with a fat laugh and she winces away, pulling a face.

“It’s hot.” She sneers. He quirks a brow.

“Sounds like a you problem.’

He lifts the last of her plaits and looks round at the ruddy blush beginning to bloom at the nape of her neck. She squirms at the ice of his fingers.

‘Run up to the washroom and get the cream. Quick.” 

You sit just beyond the window - he can hear your laughter, the muffled lilt of your voice by the climbing ivy. He imagines the ornate carafe - left to aerate all afternoon - rich and ripe as the wine within soaks on your tongue and darkens your teeth. Your loving grin. The little wave you’d do; the light clothes he’d spent all winter designing for you to sit out front and feel comfortable in, in spite of the sweltering sun. 

To throw a casual look through open shutters and see you out there again. A wink. A little sign that he’s thinking of you. 

Maybe he’ll head out, when the stars are newly minted yet the sun still lingers. Feel the iron sear his skin through his clothes. The warmth of your palm as it wraps around his forearm. 

It’s not until the youngling returns that his gaze shifts from the dark to her, a tired furrow on her brow. 

“I’m too hot.”

Her mouth hangs open in a wide pant. Astarion kneels before her.

“Have you had any water?’

No.

‘Right then.”

-

Hours pass and you shuffle back in with a thick-knotted shawl draped lazy over your shoulders, the singe of a giggle still whisper-light in your breath as your friend shouts their farewells.

“She burned today, you know.” 

He’s quiet as he stitches, merely an observation; thread between teeth. You sigh fondly in the doorway.

“She’s a child. It’s what children do.”

You bring your warm chalice to his mouth and he lifts his head to take a sip, humming softly. He looks up at you with a raised brow. 

“Get burned?”

“You morose bastard. Sun-burn. Children get sunburned.”

She’s lounging on his worn chaise, hair wrapped in towel, with a small bowl of plums at her side and a drawing pad atop her knee. Contented in new pyjamas and the cool dim of her father’s workroom.

The cream has seemingly worked. The cool bath you heard her splash about in not so long ago must’ve been some clever placebo work.

“Found some pretty beetles today, but wasn’t allowed to bring them in.” She speaks as usual with Astarion’s theatrical whine, riddled with fatigue. You roll your eyes affectionately.

“What were they like, darling?”

He’s preoccupied, stitching something small in the gilded embroidery he works at; but there’s the persistent glimmer of interest in his tone. The slightest tilt of his head as his eyes find her in the periphery.

“Really pretty. Different colours. All pinky and greeny.” She waggles her fingers and sighs with a start.

“Draw them for me?”

She looks at him warily as you watch on.

“Will you keep it if I do?”

At that, Astarion stops. A gentle halt. The needle and thread in hand gently tucked into the stitchwork. 

“I keep everything you do.”

You scoff. She looks at him with a tiny glare.

“Where is it then?”

“What?”

“All my drawings?”

“It’s where are they, darling.’ He chides, the smallest chit of his fangs.

You move to sit and your daughter lifts her head from the chaise, so it rests on your settled lap when dropped once more. The hint of a grin plays at his mouth.

‘And I keep them somewhere safe so when you’re old - like me - you’ll be able to look back on you now. You’ll be able to remember the beetles.’

He shuffles over to where you both sit, cross legged as he rests his chin on the chaise. Brings the back of a hand to her forehead and swears a sizzle as he pulls away.

‘Plus. I can’t see these beetles now, can I? My sunburn gets a fair bit more serious than yours in nature. I’d like to see them.” 

She pauses for a moment.

“Okay. But ONLY because you can’t go and see them for yourself.”

[ivystoryweaver]

Hi :) if no one has ask, what about 7?

7. Do the Moon Boys take morning showers or night showers? Or baths?

from Moon Knight Asks

These baby boys....

~nsfw below the cut (hello it's bath time) hand job, Marc is needy, whimpering is involved | 1168 words | not beta'd

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Marc was in the military and lived on the go (and then on the run) for years. He's < 5 min. showers, in and out, done. This can be morning or night, depending on what is needed, depending on who else is fronting.

Steven's apartment doesn't have a bathtub. Steven loses track of time constantly anyway. So Marc makes sure they're all clean and tidy. (Marc is the neat one after all).

Then they meet you.

The first time you draw a bath for Marc, he doesn't know what to say. You go all out with bath salts and bubbles and luxurious oil. Candles are lit and soft music fills the bathroom, floating out tauntingly into the night, beckoning him back home to you.

"What is all this?" He skeptically questions, having practically tumbled back in through the balcony doors after serving Khonshu. "Are you taking a bath?"

"No, baby, it's for you." You bounce on your toes, dying to spoil this man of yours. Running your hands over the ancient bandaged fabric covering his delicious but eternally tense muscles, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Make this disappear."

That, he's happy to do.

It takes a little coaxing but soon enough, Marc sinks beneath the bubbles and rests his head against the tub's edge. His eyes drift closed as he starts to relax.

"You coming in?" He asks you.

"No, it's for you." It bears repeating with Marc.

He pouts for a minute, but as you ease behind him and start massaging his temples, he relents.

You work your nimble fingers down his neck, soothing away the tension he holds there - in his shoulders where emotions are trapped, even in his chest, just below his collar bone.

He’s so locked up, your fingers start to ache before you loosen the muscles much at all. Marc is in heaven, half asleep as you give your hands a quick break and wrap your arms around his neck from behind.

Your sweatshirt is damp but you don’t care. He needs this.

You whisper soothingly on his ear and he does drift to sleep for several minutes. You hold him. Treasure him - until the water cools enough to wake him.

You turn the tap back on, warming him up while you rake your fingers through his hair. He tries to sit up, but it feels too good, so he drops back down to where he started.

“Let me wash your hair,” you breathe on his ear, sending a shiver all over his body and desire pulsing between his legs, making him stir with want.

Your fingers, now rested from earlier, gently scratch his scalp as you massage away the grime of the day.

One hand catches in his dark mess of curls, making you accidentally tug his hair with more force than you intended.

He groans.

“You like that, baby?” You murmur against his neck.

He feels you smiling and a strained, “yeah” slips past his lips before he can stop it.

“Thought so,” you cheekily return, curling your fingers through his waves and tugging with force. This exposes his delicious neck to you. His throat bobs in anticipation. Your tongue tastes his skin, gliding over his throat. Slowly. Tauntingly.

You lick a trail to his mouth. The tip of your tongue traces his lips, which part as you lick your way inside.

He growls and sucks on your tongue and you lose your balance. Water sloshes and his hair gets a delicious tug.

He easily takes over the kiss, his tongue thrusting hotly over yours while your hands go to work - one tugging roughly at his wet curls, while you push the other down his soft middle underneath the bubbles.

He relaxes into the kiss, if that’s possible, thinking you’ll touch him where he craves.

But you don’t.

Your fingernails tease, gently scraping his hip bones, the tops of his thick thighs - anywhere except where he needs you. You explore the ridges and valleys of his muscled chest, the soft skin you love to squish teasingly, but never where he wants.

Tearing his mouth from yours, he reaches up with a wet arm, grasping needily at your sleeve.

You resist. He could use force. He’s the avatar of an ancient being and he’s strong. Thoughts of your arms pinned over your head while he fucks you deep and slow make you shiver.

He doesn't show off his strength - he only moans.

You tut condescendingly, using the pad of your thumb to tease the tip of his cock. He whimpers.

You darkly chuckle against his ear, toying with the slit before withdrawing even that bit of relief.

“Wait, please,” he groans, gripping your wrist to push your open palm over his aching cock, there below the bubbles.

“Please what?” You whisper, you lips nibbling hotly at the skin behind his ear.

He growls in frustration, his body jerking and splashing the water. “Fucking - just touch me, please.”

Still you pause.

Marc Spector is begging you. This grumpy, tense, fierce warrior is chanting your name like a song - like a prayer. His voice is broken - his eyes, pleading.

“Baby, please. Please touch me.”

You slip your hand into his hair again and pull hard, the way he likes.

Your knees are weary from the hard bathroom floor, but you don’t care. Your mouth opens over his and your hand wraps around his cock. He's so hard for you, so thick and needy. The thrusting of your tongue past his lips is almost rougher than the way you grip him.

The sudsy, oily bubbles help your hand glide down where you twist your wrist and squeeze, dragging back up - down and up, a little faster with each stroke. He likes it rough. You can't hurt him.

But he would like it if you did.

Marc tears his mouth from yours - he can’t breathe - it’s so damp and humid in the bathroom and he feels so fucking good.

“Faster,” he begs you, gripping your wrist almost threateningly, wrapping his hand over yours and helping you. Water sloshes messily as his hips fuck up into your shared grip.

"Fuck...yes...baby," he pants. You can't remember him being quite this vocal before.

This was not the way you saw relaxing bathtime going, but as his eyes flutter closed in ecstasy and he groans out his release, you realize you’re not disappointed in the least.

His warm spend drifts away in the now cold bath water. His panting finally slows and his lazy eyes blink open. The tension has melted away from him completely.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his gaze rakes over your drenched sweatshirt.

"You're soaked."

You wet your lips. "Yeah. I really fucking am. What are you gonna do about it?"

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[batbabydamian]

The Boy Wonder #2 by Juni Ba rambling about Gotham's fearsome hunter

added Jason to this issue's collage since it was mainly from his perspective!

ramble for issue #1 here!

starting with the cover again, but now in contrast to the first:

Dick and Barbara are presented as statues in the bg for the first cover where they’re established heroes in a secure time in their lives, and Damian is obviously the highlight! For #2's cover, the autumn leaves motif returns, but this time featuring Jason!! Apparently, Damian isn’t the only one to go through a “season of change” in this series, as Jason takes his own steps forward by the end of this story 🥺 also the literal layers on Jason - his angry Red Hood helmet and the beaten down Robin head...

The issue opens with Joe the robber and his hostage "Merle"! The glasses feels like a giveaway that this is Carrie(??) narrating Damian's story, so the final issue could end with her perspective for where Damian currently is in his journey as Robin and where she plays a part.

Jason as the "hunter" of this fairytale is such a cool concept, especially upon his introduction pages!! He's surrounded by his recent "prey" with a nice contrast of their fancy jackets, pinstripe pants, and dress shoes to Jason's own tattered hoodie, pants, and sneakers.

Just like the past issue (or just Ba's work in general lol), THE BACKGROUNDS ARE SO LOVINGLY DRAWN. Makes Jason's stroll through inner Gotham so enjoyable from the bustling activity of the people, shop signs, and advertising to the quieter area of the cemetery. It's so lived in, especially feels like each citizen in the bg has a story to tell!

some bits of interest to me: is that scaly lil arm reaching for the rat supposed to be Croc LOL; just neat visual of old Joker posters leering over Jason; the name of the cemetery a nod to Kevin Conroy? and from T. Wayne - Thomas Wayne?

Despite showing how much of an intimidating and hardened exterior the Red Hood has, there's plenty of suggestion that he has soft edges! from his act of revenge for a beloved member of the community, his familiarity with the people even greeting him, and down to his chocobar...

might be my overthinking but the layers of that close up shot of the chocobar really got me 😭 it's like such a piece of innocence when seen in his scarred hand, especially when "Wayne Sweets" is visible - is it more emphasis of Jason clinging to a safer time and Bruce Wayne himself?? or is this brand just his favorite lil treat

EITHER WAY, incredibly funny to me Jason seems to hide it once Damian shows up

Seeing Ba's storyboards has me even more curious about his process with O'Halloran - like, it's a small detail but the traffic light in the foreground being red! added emphasis on the red theme this issue, or a warning for these two to Stop heading into a trap? ANYWAY DAMIAN HESITANTLY ASKING ABOUT HIS MOTHER I'M THROWING UP AWWGH

also love critically acclaimed animated film "The Cheetah King" haha! ALTHOUGH, Jason's story does line up with Simba's - a lost prince that feels like he's failed his father. Even believed to be dead for a period of time lol

Rok the demon's design is so slick!! Seems to take after a peacock with how fanciful he is, plus his tail details in his other form! A dapper demon definitely ready for the gala!

A GLIMPSE OF BA'S HEAVIER ACTION ART!! THE POUNCE!! the Robins being entirely made up of motion lines, even the details for Jason's helmet; and i'm always a sucker for those light streaks from the eyes!! THE PUNCH!! the quick panel of Jason's fist before arcing into that POW!!

and i say a glimpse, because in just the two other books i've read from Ba so far, he draws so much more action. lil Monkey Meat promo BUT LOOK!! have i mentioned how much i love his sfx lettering...that "AAAH" getting motion lines when closer to the camera...crazy...

dropping another small element from one of his books, Djeliya! just a really cool visual of casting magic!!

I love this sequence leading up to the Joker vision! The shapely flames that dwindle into the shape of TEARS!! We don't get the extent of how deeply the Joker affected Jason until this moment and the man is terrified.

First thing Damian does after getting shot is insult Jason, DAMIAN IS SO FUNNY. Also absolutely love the wiggly woggly lines of EVERYTHING in this panel.

Considering what Damian said earlier: "We both know you'd rather not have to explain your failure to father if anything happens to me that you could have prevented." As if Jason didn't already feel like a failure before this!! of course he'd turn into jiggling jelly realizing what he's done.

After 27 pages of a narrow-eyed Red Hood, including an early tease of him about to take off the helmet for his snack, this full page of Jason unmasking himself is such a heavy reveal. Adding the aching piece of dialogue?? BRUTAL

Damian responds in kind to the vulnerability with his own confession and something Jason really needed to hear after burdening himself for so long with the idea of being a failure.

After Damian leaves, the camera pulls back to show The Door in the dark of the room. Damian quite literally presents Jason a window of opportunity to face his past, and it goes so hard. Just like the buildup of frowning mask-to-face reveal, Jason's few expressions have mostly looked sad. So the shadowed eyes before the glare of determination makes this quiet moment feel extra epic!! also reminiscent of the Red Hood mask he wears!!

Beyond the door of Jason's "past life" is complete darkness. Jason has been hoping for Batman to pull him out of it (as further suggested by the newspaper clippings), but in the final page, the door is leaking light!! Jason finds his own way forward :')

The first issue introduces the Robins with specific labels, and so far the narrative either delves deeper into those claims or challenges it. Damian is unimpressed by "kind and brave" Dick and even forms some kind of rivalry. By the end, Damian’s learned how those simple traits are essential to becoming the person and hero Dick has become and gains a newfound respect for him.

#2 deviates from #1 by following “brash and rageful” Jason's perspective! Damian is under pressure from the legacies of all the Robins before him, and even if he relates to Jason the most there's still tension. This time around, while Damian does learn what lies behind the mask, he's the one to impart some knowledge to his fellow Robin.

ending ramble with a panel of the small beans

"Look Damian, everything the light touches is our kingdom."

TBH this ramble took forever to start because after reading Djeliya and Monkey Meat, i was so floored by how much MORE Ba has to offer. Everything i raved about from the first issue of The Boy Wonder...Ba's done it all in his previous work and MORE SO?? on top of writing, whimsical paneling and lettering, fun action scenes, deliberate coloring, kickass character designs and worldbuilding... the man does it all?? 😭

Monkey Meat 🐒

Djeliya: A West African Fantasy Epic ✌️

Mobilis: My Life with Captain Nemo

The Unlikely Story of Felix and Macabber

i may save the last two books for after The Boy Wonder ends because imagining the end of the series makes me so sad LOLL orz i may cave just because Mobilis is a pleasantly giant book...praying for DC to give the collected edition of The Boy Wonder this treatment...his pages are brimming with energy they deserve to be blown up with an oversized printing 😭

[mel-addams]

Get Started Drawing...

...even as a complete beginner!

In my efforts to help some friends who are only just starting to learn to draw (as adults! glorious!! <3), I kept digging around for resources that cover things I remember learning in the various art classes I've taken...but that does a better job than I can of laying it all out in a comprehensive, but not overwhelming, manner. (I am far too prone to rambling as you can see from this post, and bounce around topics as I remember them, rather than in a sensible order.) I've found a few guides here and there that cover one thing or another decently well...but I've finally found a free site I'm really keen on as an overall source if you're just starting out with learning to draw!

It's incredibly clear and concise, whereas many of the other sites and books I found could sometimes be overwhelmingly detailed. It's arranged in a way that reminds me of the flow of art classes, starting at the very first steps--how to approach art if you've never done it before, and the fact that you only need basic tools to begin with. If you go in approximate order, it then establishes that you should start sorting out a solid foundation by practicing simple lines and shapes--the same way you learned to write letters so you could ultimately make words, sentences, stories... This includes some neat little practice exercises with questions to consider while you do them, so you also learn to see and observe things like angles and proportions, which are critical for being able to accurately draw more complex things.

It evolves from there into how to take those basic shapes and turn them into simplified human bodies--and from there, how to consider more complex 3D versions of the shapes to give those bodies a sense of dimension and physicality. It even touches on things like composition, silhouette, negative space, and line of action--all in a quick, straightforward manner. It plants the seed of understanding for these more complex illustration concepts, which you can then research further, armed with relevant terminology to dig up more in-depth resources as they catch your interest!

The style itself is usually simple, but even if your aim is to draw with a more detailed style, this one can serve as a base sketch to add that detail to. (Combine learning this base with photo studies, plus more detailed style guides for wherever you want to take your art, and you could use this as a base for comics, cartoons, anime, realism...the core concepts and skills remain the same!) There's also examples of how to adjust for varied body shapes, so it provides more flexibility than some drawing guides do, which often only focus on one "ideal" body type. (This style can also be used for that, if it's what you want--you just adjust the proportions of the basic shapes as you need! But this provides examples of how to handle variety, which will give you a better foundation for drawing people and characters so they don't all look the same, instead of having to figure out how to adjust for it later on.) The Shape Dolls for reference are also incredibly delightful, and a great cheap way to have a little pose reference mannequin of sorts!

There's also links to sources if you want to dig into concepts more deeply--available both as a general source page, as well as some specific topics including relevant sources at the bottom of their respective pages. There's also a patreon with some extra thoughts that is fully accessible for free, but has a paid option if you want to support Tan for providing such a lovely resource! (Also they have a legit vegetable farm?? How cool is that.)

So yes! If you have any interest in learning to draw--whether you've ever tried before or not, and no matter your age--try looking through this site, and let it guide you through the process!

[balkanradfem]

I have an update, for people invested in the story of me vs the attractive woman who moved into the building, who I cannot figure out. I still don't know if she's interested in women, if she likes me at all. She has short hair and is 9 years older than me which makes her irresistible.

So my main point of confusion was that she always reacted extremely friendly to me, even as far as yelling my name excitedly and waving when she sees me, but then when we talk she talks to me as if I'm a small child maybe, using words you'd use with children. So I've been on the fence on whether she just sees me as a small lost child who needs attention, or if I could potentially ask her out. I've met her a few times more, only briefly, but one of those times she called my name in an iteration that means small, she added a suffix that you would add to a child's name. (She added '-ica' to my name, for croatian speakers).

And this was too much for me, I had to draw a line at the small iteration of my name, I do not enjoy being viewed as a child, and will not have a crush on someone who makes me feel like I'm not a grownup >: (. So I decided, this is a lost cause romantically, I'm no longer into her, she obviously sees me as a child. It's fair, I also see anyone 9 years younger than me as a tiny baby who I can only be friends with, but I do think that's very cool of lesbians, that we're the exact opposite of pedophiles.

So I calmed down about her, but then I thought, okay, now that I'm not having my brain scrambled by the yearning, I could actually try to ask her to come over so I can meet her and see if we could be friends. She still acted very sweet towards me, one day I opened the door of the building, she was standing right outside, and jumped when I said 'Hi!' loudly. I apologized for scaring her, and she said 'It's okay, I just wasn't even hoping for you.'

How am I supposed to deal with that. That is adorable. I had to go immediately that day, but I decided to calm down, and wait for an opportunity to see if I can get to know her better.

The opportunity came today! I stumbled on her while biking outside, got her attention, and then told her 'Hey, you seem like an interesting person, and I'd love to sit down and talk to you sometimes, I want to know more about you. Could I invite you over for tea?'. And she said, 'Okay, give me your number!', and then she realized, she didn't take her phone with, because it was raining. I grabbed my phone to take her number, but my battery was 1% and the screen was too dark to see. We were both standing there without functional phones, laughing at ourselves. Then she grabbed a pen from her bag, asked me to give her my hand, and wrote her number on it. I've never had a woman write down her number on my hand! It was a great experience. She stopped to ask if it was hurting me, and I was smiling and giggling because I was thrilled, and told her to keep writing. Her handwriting is very neat! I promised to quick-call her as soon as I got home, so her phone will have my number as well.

So now I have her number on my hand, and I did give her a very short ring, so she has my number too. Now I'm nervous! I cleaned up the place because I don't know when she's going to come over, and I'm plagued by the anxiety that I won't be able to offer her a sweet treat because I never make any. I gave her an open invitation so she can just randomly decide to come and I will seem like a person with no food in my kitchen because I only make food when I'm hungry and then eat it immediately. Do you think pan-fried apples is an acceptable treat for a guest? I'm being so normal about this.

[lu-cider]

Oooooh I'm not super familiar with your account but your stuff looks cool and I saw you're taking requests so I hope you don't mind :)

Anyways! If you don't mind could you please draw Rain? He's super underrated imo and I love him 👉👈

Thank you so much in advance! Again, your art's very neat!

first time I'm drawing Rain, be nice to me or I'll cry /j (speedpaint under cut)

finally got around to starting on the requests, I've been busy today 😭 I'll get through them all guys so be patient pls. I'm trying to make them quick, but not low effort, so i'm trying to stop myself from getting too carried away with them lol. but keep them coming!!!

[eastleighsblog]

Multiplayer game

This is a story I commissioned from the amazing goldenhoney-cas if you would like to commission a story please go to them they do an amazing job , they keep you up to date and are exteremly resonable with their prices , there are three chapters of this story of you would like me to post the second and third parts let me know

Warnings: Smut, dubcon, somnophilia, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), threesome, pervy skz, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, (light) exhibitionism/voyeurism, minor oral fixation, dom/sub dynamics, implied panty kink, begging, multiple orgasms, a single edging, some degredation and praise

Studying wasn’t your favorite pastime, and it certainly wasn’t your favorite way to spend your mornings. But it was just past ten in the morning, and you were cozied up in your favorite cafe, a warm drink in your hand and your notes spread across the table closest to the door (makes for an easy escape when you finally finish, after all). Your laptop screen threatened to go dark the longer you stared at it without moving a muscle, but that wasn’t enough to bring you to type anything.

Studying even when you’d rather be doing anything else was part of your plan to make this year of university better than the previous ones. Which was in turn the first step in your big, looming plan to get your life all sorted out the way that you wanted it to be. So you sucked it up, and took a drink of your coffee, and sighed as it warmed you from the inside out.

You flipped the page of your book, glancing up passively each time that the door to the cafe swung open and made the little bell up above it jingle gently. Studying was always rough, but it was a little easier when you had something to look forward to. So you had come here, bought yourself a drink, and promised yourself one of the absolutely delectable cinnamon sugar muffins that you loved so much once you were all finished with your assignments.

The air outside was crisp and cool, blowing in with each new customer, and you’d taken to spreading your hands over your papers so the sweeping gusts of air wouldn’t take your work with it. But as the door opened again, your reflexes weren’t quite quick enough. The loose papers on your table scattered, fluttering to the floor like the first fall of snow that was looming just around the corner. You cursed, and not as quietly as you probably should have. That of course drew the attention of the two men who had walked in, and an older couple sitting nearby. You flashed the couple an apologetic smile, but the woman laughed, clearly not too bothered by it.

“Sorry,” A nervous chuckle caught your attention, drawing it back to the situation at hand. You stood up to gather your papers, but one of the men had already gathered them and was offering them back to you. He smiled, and your heart did a nervous little flip-flop in your chest.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. I wasn’t paying attention to the door,” You took the papers from him, carefully putting them back in order and sliding the now neat stack into your folder. “Thank you for your help, you really didn’t need to do that.”

He shook his head, and there was that smile again. He was too pretty for his own good, and yours too actually because you were pretty sure that there was an incriminating blush climbing up your neck.

“It’s not a problem. I’m Chan by the way. That’s Minho.” He introduced himself, then motioned towards the friend that had come in with him. He was stunning too, a little bit taller than Chan, with chocolate brown hair that framed his face just right. You smiled at him, and he raised a hand in greeting, his lips curving every so slightly into an enticing, barely-there smile.

“I’m Eastleigh. Nice to meet you guys.” You turned back to the homework you’d been staring at mindlessly. You hadn’t made too terribly much progress, but your brain was beginning to go numb, and with two handsome men in the building you weren’t sure how committed your focus would really be. You closed your laptop. “How about I buy your drinks? To repay you for being so sweet and saving me from complete humiliation.”

They both insisted it wasn’t necessary, but you refused to back down, half wanting to show that their kindness was truly appreciated, and half just wanting to spend a few more moments with them. And with a bit of pushing and a little pout on your lips, they eventually gave in and let you buy their coffees. Minho, however, did manage to pay for the pastries they got.

“Do you mind if we sit with you for a little bit?” Chan asked. You hesitated, but it was damn near impossible to turn down such an offer. So you nodded, returning to your seat to clear space for them while they waited for their drinks.

When they came back, they both settled so they were facing you, looking at you like they were trying to memorize you. It was exhilarating honestly, having two unreasonably attractive men look at you that way. Minho sipped his coffee, iced despite the chill setting in at this time of year.

“So, what’s all that work you were doing? University?” Chan asked, leaning forward, eager to learn more about you. You were grateful for his friendly demeanor to break through whatever nerves were settling inside of you. You loved meeting new people and making friends, but you were a bit rusty at it at this point. You nodded.

“Yeah, I go to school near here,” You told them. They both made little noises of recognition, and you had to laugh at how impressed they seemed. “Are you guys in school?”

Minho shook his head as you brought your drink to your lips. He watched you sip the warm liquid, waiting for them to continue.

“No, we work together. We’re, ah, we’re musicians.” Chan said, trying to piece his words together as smoothly as he could without giving their identities away right off the bat. “We didn’t go to university. But your dedication is amazing. I didn’t even study this much in highschool.”

You tried not to fluster at the compliment, quickly waving him off.

“I haven’t always been this dedicated to my education. That’s why I’m studying so hard now. I want to do better than I had before and make the most of my time studying abroad.” You admitted.

The conversation flowed easily like that between the three of you. Chan talked the most, eagerly taking the lead with excited, curious questions that you answered without hesitation. Minho would pipe up now and then, never intruding too deep past what was acceptable first meeting conversation topics. He seemed more the introverted type, but he watched you intensely like he was trying to get to know you without having to speak. It made you shift almost restlessly in your seat as a warmth thrummed through you.

After nearly an hour, your homework was long forgotten, and you’d all finished your drinks as you built a couple of new friendships.

“We should leave soon,.” Minho said, tapping Chan gently to take his attention back from you. Chan looked almost startled at remembering that they’d have to leave at some point. You smiled at how precious his disappointment was.

“You should come hang out with us. We can watch movies at our place or something. You can meet our friends, they’re great.” Chan said, clearly hopeful. You laughed, rubbing your arm. With a grin like his and a silent glimmer of hope behind Minho’s eyes, it was impossible to not want to go. When you didn’t answer fast enough, Minho spoke in your defense.

“I’m sure she has lots of work to do. We don’t want to be a distraction if you need to focus.” He said. You considered his words. You really did have a decent amount of work to do, but you were already not doing it, and you couldn’t imagine you’d be doing too much more serious thinking for the rest of the day. What would a day off hurt? You sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear as you weighed the options.

To be fair, following two strange men to their house wasn’t exactly the sort of thing that your parents would approve of. However, they had been nothing but sweet, and you were studying abroad for the sake of widening your world view, to experience more of those once in a lifetime moments. How could you turn one down when it was right in front of you?

“I think I can hang out for a little while. I’ve already been studying for a few hours,” You said, watching the two of them share a look, Chan’s complete with a victorious grin that made you giggle.

“Can one of you go get me a cinnamon sugar muffin?” You asked, placing your money on the table in front of you and moving to put all of your things back into your bag. Minho agreed, standing up and walking to the counter, your money left on the table. You tried to protest, but Chan shook his head.

“Let him go, he’s not great at showing people how he feels, this is sort of his thing. Take it as a compliment.” He said. You hesitantly put your money back into your waller, silently reminding yourself that you’d have to pay him back when you got the opportunity.

Once you were all sufficiently wrapped up, and all of your things were collected, you followed the boys out into the cold, huddling closer to the two of them for the sake of sharing warmth.

“So you two live together?” You asked. Minho nodded quietly, still holding the small paper bag with your muffin in it.

“Yeah, not just us though. There’s a few other people who live there, too.” He explained. “They probably won’t be home when we get there, though. Is that okay?”

You nodded. You were always down to meet new people, and if they were friends with Chan and Minho, surely they couldn’t be so bad.

The dorm was pretty much what you’d expect from a handful of young men living together. It was messy as if they all had a hundred things going on at once, but not necessarily dirty. There were two couches in the sitting area, and an arm chair as well, sort of out of place as if it had been put there as an afterthought. Off to the side there was a doorway into a small kitchen that you figured could fit probably three or four people at a time. You assumed the doors down the hallway were their respective bedrooms.

“Make yourself at home. Do you want water or something?” Chan asked, putting his keys on the little table by the door and heading for the kitchen. You sat down on one of the couches and agreed to his offer. Before you knew it, Chan was coming back with a bottle of water for each of you. He sat himself down on the opposite end of the couch.

“So you’re not from Korea, right? How long have you been here?” He asked as you cracked open your bottle and took a drink.

“I came here in the middle of the summer I think? So about four months now.” You explained. Chan nodded. If he was honest, he knew that he didn’t have the purest thoughts in bringing you here, and neither did Minho if the way he was eating you alive with his eyes was anything to go off of, but it was genuinely so easy to just listen to you talk. The last thing he wanted was to cut that short.

“And you’ll be here for the entire year?” Minho asked, picking up the conversation when Chan got too absorbed in his thoughts to ask the question. You nodded, shifting a little bit as Chan took up more space on the couch, stretching enough enough that his thigh brushed against yours ever so slightly. You shifted, subconsciously chasing the warmth that his body radiated.

“Yeah, I might stay longer than that actually. I really love it here, but I have a while to decide before I finish school.” You shrugged. “I’d at least wanna go visit my friends and family back home, bring some more of my things over during the summer after I graduate.”

Chan nodded understandingly, explaining that he and one of their other friends were from Australia, about how it was hard to go long stretches without visiting their home and their families.

“Are you seeing anyone? Here or back home?” Minho asked, looking up from his phone. You shifted again, sitting a little straighter and accidentally scooting yourself closer to where Chan was stretched out. You laughed a little bit nervously.

“Oh, um, no. I’m not dating anyone. I actually don’t really have much experience in that department.” You were a bit hesitant to let on that you hadn’t dated much in your young life. You’d never had too much interest in it, always content just to spend your time with your friends or your family, or with your nose in a book. And by the time that you did want to date, you were much more focused on growing your education. And now, with your plans for the future still up in the air, and no roots planted in Korea or in your home country, you weren’t looking to rush head first into anything new.

“Really? That’s surprising,” Chan admitted, taking a swig from his water. You watched the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, trying not to blush at the quick, filthy thought that flashed through your mind. You weren’t usually the type, but they really were very attractive and you were only human after all.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“Well, you’re just really pretty. And smart. Guys like that,” His words were followed by a nervous laugh, sweeter than honey. A smile tugged at your lips. “I just figured that you’d have guys falling at your feet.”

He made a vague gesture with his hands, and you could swear that he was getting flustered. You tried not to read into it. Chan and Minho were both charming, and exceedingly handsome, and you really didn’t want to toot your own horn by thinking that you could pull either of them. Or even worse, assume that was the reason that they were spending their day with you.

“What about you two? Are you seeing anyone?” You turned the question back on them, and they shared a look.

“No, not really. Minho has a hookup going though.” Chan teased, tossing his now empty bottle at his friend who gave him an incredulous look. “But dating doesn’t usually fit into our schedules.”

“You’re busy a lot then?” You asked. They nodded.

“We’re, uh, we’re kpop idols. Performers, you know? So we have a lot going on most of the time.” Minho explained carefully, almost sounding as if he were nervous for what your reaction would be. You just nodded, letting out an impressed hum.

“That’s really cool. You all must be really dedicated to your music, then. Like I am with school.” You said. They both seemed to let out a breath of relief at how casually you took their confessions. That at least gave them home that you weren’t some crazed fan trying to get close to them.

Your conversations drew on, a couple more hours passing before the sound of the door unlocking made you realize how long you’d been hanging around. You looked over the back of the couch at the door as it swung open. A couple of rambunctious boys spilled into the room, the first was lean, his chestnut hair falling over his forehead as he practically bounced on the balls of his feet. The other had blonde hair, half hanging off of the first and laughing brightly, matching his energy without even trying. Behind them was another dark haired boy, and a taller one with long hair tied back from his face. The two of them were hanging back to avoid getting caught up in the wild energy just ahead of them.

“Welcome back,” Chan called, his tone teasing at the way that none of them had noticed their guest. Their conversation fell quiet when they noticed you, and the blonde smiled. You smiled back.

“Hey, I’m Felix!” He said, the depth of his voice catching you a little off guard. You gave him a small nod in greeting.

“I’m Eastleigh.”

The other energetic boy introduced himself, seeming much less bouncy than he had moments ago, now a little more reserved. Jisung. The way he sat himself next to Minho made you wonder if he was the hookup Chan had referred to, half slinging himself over the man, Minho easily accommodating the closeness. Felix took a seat on the other end of the couch from him.

The next boy was Seungmin, who Chan had offhandedly mentioned wasn’t always as quick to warm up to new people as the others, and it was clear in the way that he didn’t have much to say before excusing himself to take a shower. You made a mental note to try to befriend him later on. And finally was Hyunjin, who was friendly enough for a first encounter. The way he stared at you, however, was a bit off putting, especially when you couldn’t tell for sure if it was curiosity or distrust. More than likely a side effect of working in the spotlight. You couldn’t imagine that they had the best experiences with random girls being around them.

Those of you still in the sitting room chatted for a while, nothing in depth. Jisung excitedly told a story about the trip they’d taken to the arcade, and some scene they’d watched while waiting to play a game. Something about relationship drama that you’d honestly thought had gotten left back in highschool. Even so, it was amusing to watch the way he told the story. His eyes lit up, and his arms waved wildly as he spoke, just barely missing his friends as he did so. Felix easily muted his hand-talking by laying halfway on top of him.

This was something you’d missed recently, a friend group to just relax with and spend your free time around. Ever since entering college, your friend group had been small, even more so once you decided to study abroad, leaving your friends back home. You hoped that maybe this could be a nice replacement for the time being.

Once Jisung had finished his story, Minho put his phone aside. “Where are Changbin and Jeongin?”

You could practically see Minho starting to come out of his shell now, and as he did, the cold exterior he’d begun with started to melt away. He was smiling more, goofing off with his friends. It was cute, actually. All of it was; how close they all were, and the way they were so comfortable being themselves around each other. Not to mention the way that they welcomed you with open arms.

“Changbin hyung wanted to go to the gym. Innie went with him. Didn’t want to slack between schedules,” Seungmin said, scoffing lightly. You laughed. You fell in easily with them, the same way you had with Chan and Minho. The conversations drew on, topped off with takeout once the other two came back home and were introduced. You let yourself relax around the boys in a way you never had before.

You’d left after dark that evening, having spent most of your day there. You’d learned that they’d just finished a promotion schedule, that they’d have more time on their hands than they had for a while. You’d also learned that they were planning a sleepover to celebrate. Movies, games, snacks. One that you were invited to without hesitation.

You spent the next week visiting them during every moment that you weren’t in class, even when you were just laying on the couch or one of their beds doing your homework. Their home became yours, and they were quickly becoming your favorite part of studying abroad. When the sleepover came around, you had already left a few outfits and bathroom supplies at the dorm, so you came straight after class to find the boys spread around the room.

They argued over whose room you would sleep in for hours before you’d even had dinner, which was endearing to say the least. You had watched a couple of movies, and watched the boys play video games and bicker about them. It was after this, once everyone had started getting tired, turned to their phones as the energy died down that Chan turned to you where you were curled up against him.

“Did you decided who you want to sleep with?” Chan asked. They’d opted to set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the room, but it looked like only a few of you were going to make it into a proper sleeping arrangement. Felix had already fallen asleep on one couch wrapped tight around Seungmin who didn’t look to be too terribly far behind him, his phone starting to slip out of his hand as his eyes fell shut. Meanwhile Jisung was curled up on the other couch with Changbin half-asleep opposite him. You looked at the bed the rest of you would share.

“Um,” You looked then at the boys who were still awake. “I don’t think it really matters.”

Minho was already settling down in the furthest pile of blankets. He waved you over.

“You can sleep here. That way you won’t have to trip over anyone if you need to get up,” He said, clearing the outside space for you. You smiled appreciatively.

“Thanks, Min,” You looked at the others to see if any of them had any objections, but none of them said anything. So you took the spot with another thank you to Minho. He didn’t say much, but you’d gotten used to reading into his body language. Especially when he was tired, and he seemed quietly pleased with your willingness to sleep beside him.

There was a little more talking and laughter as you all settled in, phones getting put away and blankets pulled around everyone. You found yourself pressed closer to Minho’s side, the two of you sharing a blanket. Your legs were pressed against one another’s, and the warmth of his body beside you had your mind straying. Maybe you were a bit touch starved after being away from your friends and family for so long.

Still, despite the thrumming warmth inside of you, you were eventually able to fall asleep. Minho was careful not to move, not wanting to risk disturbing you. You slept soundly for a while, only stirring to the feeling of Minho rolling over, slinging his arm sleepily around your waist and pulling you tight to his front. Honestly, you weren’t awake enough to think anything of it when you roused up a second time.

You hummed softly, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would lull you back into sleep. You were barely conscious, only focused on the tickling sensation along the front of your thighs. You shifted, and it didn’t stop. You pouted a little, fully intending to ignore it and go back to sleep when you felt the front of your nightgown shift, riding further and further up until the touch was firm enough to recognize. A hand, touching gentle and slow over the smooth skin of your thighs, sneaking your nightgown out of the way to trace the waistband of your panties. Your breath hitched, heart picking up to pound against your ribcage.

“So pretty,” The voice was just a whisper, air brushing past your ear. “I can’t help myself. But you don’t mind, do you?”

It was Minho, his voice low in the quiet of the room where all of your friends were sleeping soundly. His fingers slipped under the flimsy fabric of your panties. You were frozen, trying to wrap your barely awakened mind around the feeling of his fingers stroking your core, teasing you into arousal.

“I saw the way you were looking at me. Looking at all of us like a pretty little slut,” His words stung in an unfamiliar way, but the tone of his voice was like pure sugar, making your chest buzz. You squirmed a little, trying to escape the touch so you could at least think straight. You should be getting up, pushing him away and hitting him for touching you like that while you were sleeping.

“Minho,” You whispered, the desperation on the tail end of his name sounding almost like lust as you pushed his arm away. He just chuckled, he was close enough that his lips pressed ust below your ear. The sound of his voice sent a chill down your spine as he dipped his middle finger between your folds, spreading the growing wetness that he found there.

“There’s my babygirl. Shh, quit pushing,” He shushed you gently, kissing your neck a few more times. His voice was stern but sweet. Your stomach jumped, twisted. You whined.

“What are you doing?” You asked, still squirming, but it was hard to fight when the foreign sensation was catching you off guard. When it felt good to have him touch you the way that he was, ways you’d only ever touched yourself before.

“Taking care of you. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Gonna ruin you just like you want me to.” He told you, dipping his head lower to mouth down your neck, swirling his tongue over your pulse point. You hadn’t realized that you were overheating until you felt his breath on your skin. You let out a sigh as he sunk his finger into you, curling it just enough to press into your most sensitive spot. You could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke again. “Hush, pretty girl, don’t wanna wake the boys up.”

You felt your heart leap. You didn’t want to wake the other boys up. How could you ever face them knowing that you were being fingered open on their sitting room floor while they were all oblivious to it.

“Please,” You whispered, his finger pumping slowly inside of you, dragging a warmth from your core to spread through your entire body like wildfire. You wanted him to stop, even if it felt good, you were too deep in your head. But you couldn’t seem to ask him for that, not with the pressure in your lower tummy building with every pass of his thumb over your clit, every press of his finger inside of you.

“I know,” He cooed. “I know, feels so good. Can’t even ask for what you want. Wanna cum, babygirl?”

He was taunting you, his voice a little louder than it should have been. Your back arched off the makeshift bed you were laying in, your hips grinding closer to his touch against your will. You shook your head a little, but he didn’t stop. Instead he slipped a second finger into you carefully. You bit back a pathetic moan at the feeling, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

“There you go, you’re so close. Doing so good. Can you feel how tight you're squeezing my fingers?” He hissed lowly, scissoring two fingers inside of you and then picking up his pace. The speed made you bite your lip, burying your face into the pillow you’d borrowed. It wasn’t too fast, not enough to overwhelm you completely, but it was enough to make your head spin. Your breath was coming out faster now, sharp gasps and hushed exhales as he fingered you straight into an orgasm.

His hand came to cover your mouth, but not before another too-loud moan slipped past your lips. You clutched at his wrist, silently begging him to keep his hand in place and using him to ground yourself in reality. He pulled his fingers out slowly, continuing to rub your clit until your eyes started twitching shut from the overstimulation. He finally pulled his hands away then, wiping your juices off on the inside of your thigh.

“See, that wasn’t worth all that fighting, was it?” He leaned over, pressing a kiss to your parted lips. His teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging at it gently as he pulled away. You followed him, curling against his chest as you tried to catch your breath.

Part of you was mortified. You’d never been touched by anyone but yourself before him, and the first time someone had made you cum it happened in a room full of your friends while they slept. Still, something about that sent another wave of sparks through your stomach. You opted instead to just bask in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms of your life.

It was quiet for a little bit as Minho stroked your hair, letting you come down from your high. Then a voice spoke from the silence on the other side of the room.

“You’re supposed to share your tongue, hyung,” Han spoke up, propping himself up against the arm of the couch. You looked up, mostly because you couldn’t fully believe what you’d just heard him say. But there he was, Han Jisung in all of his bed-headed glory, chewing on his bottom lip and looking at you like you were his favorite snack.

“Sure, you know I always share. Thought you were sleeping,” Minho said, still quiet and holding you close to him. “Let’s take this somewhere else though. Don’t think she’s ready for everyone all at once.”

He’d barely finished his suggestion when Jisung was springing to his feet, careful not to disturb the others as he moved. He reached his hand out to you, and you took it with a little hesitation, still thinking about what Minho had said about you not being ready. Still, a building part of your mind was desperate for this, your pussy aching with need despite having just gotten off. Maybe you were still just tired, but you desperately wanted to see what the boys had in store of you.

Jisung led you down the hall to his room, pushing open the door. Minho wasn’t far behind, making a pit stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before padding into the dark bedroom. Jisung turned on the lamp, telling you to get comfortable on the bed.

You tried to obey, but it was hard to fully get comfortable when you were so entirely on edge.

“She looks nervous,” The younger of the two noted. Minho nodded.

“She’s never done this before. Wanna be her first, Sungie?” He asked, stripping off the plain black shirt he’d been sleeping in, leaving him in just a pair of pajama pants slung low over his hips. You shivered at the way they were talking about you like you weren’t even there.

Jisung looked like he was seconds away from pouncing on you, his eyes running up and down your figure, though it was mostly hidden under the nightgown you’d picked out. He nodded.

“Yeah. You want that too, don’t you pretty thing? Want me to fill you up?” Jisung stripped off the hoodie he had on, and pushed the sweatpants that covered his lower half off so he was left in only his boxers, which weren’t doing a great job of hiding his straining erection.

You didn’t answer right away, your eyes still fixated on his arousal. He laughed affectionately. His voice was rougher now, rich with lust, but the sound of his laugh was just as sweet and charming as it had been the moment you’d met him.

“I think he asked you a question. Better answer him,” Minho told you. You looked over at him, eyes wide and giving you a look much like a startled bunny. Minho was leaned up against the wall, palming himself through his pants. You swallowed, looking back to where Jisung was watching, waiting expectantly for your answer.

“Yes, please,” You said quietly. Jisung smile, leaning a little closer and cupping his hand behind his ear.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught that. Can you repeat it for me, baby?” Your face burned red hot.

“Please, Ji, I want you.” You repeated, this time a little louder. The words weighed heavy on your tongue, feeling clumsy and entirely unsexy as you mumbled the words. You’d never said anything like that out loud before. The boys, however, were clearly satisfied with your answer if they way Jisung closed in on you was anything to go by.

He tucked two fingers under your chin, tilting it up to face him. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, smirking at the way that you eagerly followed him when he pulled away.

“Take that off,” He ordered firmly. The contrast between his gentle touch and the firmness of his voice made your heart pick up again, and you only hesitated a little. All thoughts of not giving in were gone when you saw the muscle in his jaw tick impatient. You shifted up enough to pull your nightgown over your head, setting it aside on his bed.

Having two men look at you like you were a feast all laid out for them did something to you. Your head tipped up with pride, and a wave of lust washed over you, dragging you deeper into the feeling like ocean tides. Jisung moved closer again, reaching out to run his hands along your bare sides. You were left in just your panties now, and your decision to sleep without a bra was brought to the forefront of your mind as he cupped your bare tits in his palms. Your eyelids fluttered shut.

His every touch was gentle as if you were made of porcelain, a priceless piece of art that he couldn’t bear to damage. His thumbs brushed the hardened peaks of your nipples, back and forth slowly until you were struggling to stay still under his ministrations.

“We don’t have all night,” Minho pointed out, his hand entirely down his pants now, though the way his hand barely moved gave you the impression that he was just trying to take the edge off as he waited for Jisung to get on with things. The younger of the two huffed, a half pout plumping his bottom lip as he looked at his elder.

“I don’t wanna break her, hyung.” He whined. Your stomach twisted at the idea of what he could possibly do to break you, another rush of wetness pooling between your thighs. He patted your hip. “Scoot up a little, lay back.”

You didn’t hesitate, doing exactly as he said and wiggling up on the mattress so you could lay down with plenty of space for both of them to follow you. And follow they did. Jisung kneeled on the bed, pushing your legs open so he could slot himself between them. He dipped his head, kissing along your jaw, down your neck, your collarbone. You closed your eyes, your fingers finding purchase in his hair as Minho sat beside you, his touch skidding after every press of Jisung’s lips to your skin.

It was hard to focus on anything other than the heavy warmth of Jisung’s mouth as his tongue ran circles over your skin, and the way Minho’s fingers touched your most sensitive patches of skin like you were a priceless gift to be treasured. Jisungs lips didn’t take very long to find their way to your tits, dutifully sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around until it was fully hardened while Minho pinched and tugged at the other. Once Jisung was fully satisfied, they switched sides, repeating the process over again.

You squirmed beneath them, your hips lifting up in an attempt to find some sort of friction against your aching core. Jisung chuckled, pulling away from your breasts with a satisfied hum.

“What was it we said about asking, babygirl?” He asked sweetly, pushing your hips back down onto the bed before returning to the achingly slow process of kissing down your stomach, his teeth digging against the soft skin there to hear the little gasps and whimpers it earned from you.

“I’m sorry, Ji,” You breathed out, “I’ll be good. Promise I’ll ask better.”

Minho groaned, his head dropping back at how easily you gave in to their rules. With his free hand he’d managed to push his pants off, leaving his hard cock exposed. You watched him stroke it slowly, losing all of the thoughts you’d been having as your tongue swiped over your lower lip. You’d never seen a cock in person before, and you’d always figured it would be nothing special, but the way his length curved just a little, the tiny bead of precum sitting pretty at the tip, it was mouthwatering.

“Go on then, ask for what you want. Show us how pretty you can beg.” Minho urged. You nodded almost frantically, and Jisung stifled a giggle against the spot near your hip that he’d begun sucking at, determined to mark up that silken skin of yours.

“Please, Ji, want you to touch me. Want you to make me feel good,” You begged, wiggling again. He laid a slap to the outside of your thigh. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but you did make a startled squeak at the sound.

“More,”

“I need it, I need you.” You sounded pathetic as you continued asking him for something – anything – more than what you were getting. “Please take me. I wanna be so good for you. Wanna let you take care of me, make you feel good. Please.”

You were too far gone to properly think about how filthy your words were, and if you had you’d be blushing up a storm, but it got you exactly what you wanted.

Jisung sat back on his heels, pulling your panties off of you and marveling at the way that the crotch of them glistened with your juices. He tossed them to Minho, who caught them and dropped them into the drawer by his bed. Then the younger boy was slipping lower on the bed, his shoulders nudging your thighs open even more. He dipped his head, running his tongue between your soaked folds without so much as a warning. And one taste didn’t do anything except make him desperate for ore.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pinning your hips in place as he eagerly started in on your pussy, working his tongue around your clit and sucking. He didn’t give you too much, dancing the line between not enough, and absolutely perfect. You were grasping for anything you could find to keep your composure, your hands moving from your thighs, to the sheets, to his hair, and back again.

“Jisung,” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut. You weren’t completely innocent, but this wasn’t like any pleasure you could give yourself. “Need more, please, please, please Ji.”

He chuckled against your warmth, dipping his tongue through your folds again before pulling away to spread your pussy open in front of his face.

“Pretty little thing needs more? Wanna cum on my tongue?” He cooed. Your hole clenched at the words, more of your juices flooding onto his fingers. You nodded, your words melting into senseless moans on your lips. It would have been humiliating if you didn’t feel like you were floating.

“Gotta be quiet if you want us to keep going, sweetheart.” Minho said. He was standing up now, still stroking himself. You looked at him desperately, pressing your lips shut as he stepped closer. He reached down, caressing the side of your face before brushing his thumb across the seam of your lips, gently prodding until you opened up for his thumb.

You sucked gently, swirling your tongue around the tip of it until he moaned and retracted his hand. The way you looked at him, pupils blown wide, lips still parted and glistening with your spit, it was damn near pornagraphic, and he cursed himself for not thinking to grab his phone and record this. He pressed closer, tapping the head of his dick against your mouth and watching the way you instinctively opened up for him.

“Can’t be all noisy with your pretty little mouth stuffed full, hm?” He said, slowly pressing the tip into your mouth, his eyes shutting at the way you suckled on it until he pushed further into it. He was heavy against your tongue, his taste coating your mouth in a silent claim to you.

Just having them both touching you at the same time felt like heaven, even more so when the finger Jisung had been circling your clit with slid into you, curling up against a spot you didn’t even know existed inside of you. He seemed pleased when you rocked into his touch, repeating the motion and lapping at the wetness that he coaxed out of you. You moaned, the sound muffled around the cock thrusting lazily into your mouth.

The two of them were watching you intently, Minho stroking his fingers through your hair every time the tip of his cock would tease a little too deep into your throat and make the muscles flutter around him there. Jisung palmed at your thighs and hips gently while he fingered you open and ate you like a man starved. Your orgasm wasn’t going to sneak up on them, and the moment your muscles began to tense, the instant your breath picked up and your hips chased Jisung’s touch, he was pulling away completely.

The blissful heat in your body turned searing, and you whimpered. You had been so close, the pressure building had been heavenly, but now it damn near made you sob. You wiggled more, desperate to have his hands on you again.

“Come on,” Minho coaxed, pulling out of your mouth, and Jisung dipped his head again, his lips moving over the sensitive skin of your thighs. You knew quickly what you had to do.

“Please. Please please please, I need to cum. Need to feel you, I can’t take it,” You said breathlessly, writhing even more.

“Good girl,” Jisung praised, sitting up so he could line his aching cock up with your hole. Minho stroked himself, his other hand still carding through your hair as Jisung started to push into you. Jisung’s cock was just as pretty as Minho’s, though not as long and almost intimidatingly thick.

“Ready babygirl?” Gonna take his cock like a perfect little toy?” Minho asked, tugging on your hair so you’d look at him. You nodded, your hand scrambling to grip at his muscled thighs as Jisung started pushing into you. The feeling stung, and it was only partially offset by his thumb swirling figure eights against your clit. All the while they murmured praise your way, shushing your whines until you were filled with him.

Your chest heaved with desperate breaths as you tried to adjust to the feeling of being split open on his dick. You looked at Minho, watching the way he stroked himself as Jisung rolled his hips into yours, once, twice, three times.

“Fuck, look at you baby. Look how your pussy just sucks him in. So hungry for him,” Minho mused.

“So much,” You murmured breathlessly, your hips wiggling underneath his thrusts. He chuckled proudly, slowly beginning to pick up his pace. You nearly sobbed at the first feeling of not being full, but you didn’t even have enough time to voice your neediness before he was filling you up again.

You were having a hard time keeping your voice down again, so Jisung slid two fingers into your mouth. You’d never felt this good before, your mind hazy and your chest warm.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Minho warned. You blinked up at him, having half forgotten that he was jerking himself off at all. Jisung carefully opened your mouth, pulling your jaw down with his fingers, and it was only a matter of moments before Minho was shooting his cum onto your face, most of it landing on your lips or painting your cheeks. Once he was done, Jisung used his fingers to scoop the liquid into your mouth. You sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them eagerly.

“So fucking load, babygirl. I knew you wanted everyone to know you’re our pretty little whore,” Jisung mused, pulling his fingers out of your mouth so he could grip your hips properly, tugging you to meet his thrusts. “Show me how good my cock feels, wanna see you cum on it.”

His words had your head spinning, and you didn’t stand a single chance. The thought of having the boys listening to you get fucked for the first time was too much. You came around his dick, and he didn’t slow down to give you a breath. If anything, his pace picked up as he chased his own end.

His breath hissed through his teeth as he fucked into you, driving your orgasm on for long enough that the stimulation began to sting through your limbs. You were trembling, and Jisung murmured sweet apologies for fucking you too good, his words becoming babbling as he neared his orgasm.

“I know baby, just a little more. Wanna fill you up. You can take it right? Gonna be my good little toy?” He groaned, his hips growing harsh and sloppy. You nodded, nails digging into Minho’s thighs. But it was worth it to watch the way Jisung fell apart. He buried himself deep into you, emptying his load and filling you up just like he’d promised. He moaned your name like a prayer, and both of your chests heaved when he pulled out.

All three of you were sticky with sweat, and both boys stroked your hair, your sides, your hips, dragging you back down from cloud nine. When your ears stopped ringing, you could hear their sugar sweet praise. Your entire body was heavy, and you closed your eyes.

Minho moved away from the bed, kissing your head, the Jisung’s. He stole a fresh pair of boxers from the closet.

“I’ll be right back. Stay with her. She can sleep in here, but we gotta get her cleaned up first. You made a mess.” He said, half scolding Jisung. He nodded, curling up beside you to wait, still kissing your shoulder and arm.

“Gotta stay awake love, just a little longer.” He murmured. You nodded, barely coherent but still happy to do whatever they said. And much to your relief, Minho returned quickly. He made quick work of cleaning you up, wiping your face clean, then your legs, and finally the mess between them.

“Let’s get you some rest. We can finish cleaning up in the morning, okay?” He sat beside you, tossing the washcloth into the laundry and stroking your now tangled curls. You nodded, nuzzling into his touch. On the other side of you, Jisung was fast asleep, and Minho grinned. His little risk had taken a much better turn than he could have hoped, and whatever persuasion was left could wait until morning. For now, he was satisfied with making sure you got a well deserved rest after putting on a show for him.

[take-taker-taken]

could i please have comfort fluff with a quiet, shy reader who cries sometimes from feeling ugly and like no one likes or cares about her with 1997 lord of darkness taker? she doesn't want to bother him with her troubles but he wants to hear her

maybe a bit erotic too..

Ok, so whenever I try to write Ministry!Taker, what comes out is a Lord of the Manor type. I find it hard to write him within a wrestling universe due to the nature of the character, so it always ends being in an AU with an air of magic powers and mysticism - I hope that’s OK! I also didn’t quite get there with the eroticism, so I’m sorry about that - just felt that if I’d tried to add it then it would have seemed shoe-horned in and rushed.

Obsidian & Lilium

You didn’t realise that you could be heard. You thought you’d found a quiet spot when the sadness overtook you and so when the door to the under stairs cupboard opens you squeak in shock.

“Now, what do we have here?” The deep voice rumbles and then his head and shoulders appear in the now open doorway.

Your eyes go wide and your throat freezes up when you realise that it’s the master of the house. Unable to respond in the moment you hurriedly wipe a hand over your face.

“Out you come, girl.” His tone is gentle but firm and then he steps back, allowing you room to slink out of your hiding place. You stand before the giant of a man, the head of the Ministry of Darkness himself - the one known as The Undertaker, and try desperately to stop crying.

He steps away briefly as your tears reduce to sniffles and you notice that he’s at the sink. He turns back and presents you with a cool, damp cloth which you take and wipe over your face. You remain in stunned silence as he takes your hand and leads you to the table, taking a seat and indicating that you should do the same.

“Perhaps you’d like to tell me why you’re crying?”

You lift the cloth to your mouth and try not to get overwhelmed. The very idea that the Lord of Darkness is here with you ‘below stairs’ is enough to send you reeling, never mind that he’s talking to you as well.

You shake your head and mumble behind the cloth, “It doesn’t matter.”

His expression remains neutral but he reaches out and plucks the material from your hand, dropping it to the table. You glance up at him guiltily, realising that you should be showing more respect and add, “It’s nothing, sir.”

He taps his long, pale fingers gently against the table top. “Enough to have a member of my ministry hiding away in a cupboard and crying. I should say that matters.”

You stare at the digits in fascination, seeing for the first time how many of them are bent as though they’ve perhaps been broken. You notice the faint freckles that pepper the back of his hands and his short, neat nails. You’ve never been this close to him and find it surprising that you don’t feel particularly scared.

“Something has upset you,” he continues. “Has anybody spoken unkindly to you?”

You look up at him and a sigh escapes before you can stop it. He doesn’t react beyond a twitch of that pierced eyebrow and so you elaborate. “Nobody speaks to me, sir. Why would they?”

“I cannot imagine why they wouldn’t, little one.”

Your eyes raise to him in surprise at the mild endearment and he nods encouragingly. You pick up the cloth again and dab at your eyes but then shake your head as you say quietly, “It’s not important. Please, I - I shouldn’t be taking up your time like this.”

He reaches across and strokes a lazy circle on your hand with one finger. “I get to decide how I spend my time - no one else.”

Your hand seems to tingle at his touch and it’s clear that you’re to keep talking. You concentrate on the pattern he’s drawing on your skin and let the words fall out, even though the reality of it makes your voice crack a bit. “Nobody really likes me, sir. There’s no one to care about me - it’s not as if I’m pretty or anything.”

“Nonsense.” He waits for you to finish but is quick with his simple rebuttal. “I’ve spent only a few moments in your company and I find you perfectly likeable, so why shouldn’t others?” He continues on as you sit in rather stunned silence. “I myself care about each and every member of my ministry, and as to your last point, well…” He stops tracing his finger over your skin and instead takes your hand in his. “You are most definitely a pretty little thing. I expect even nicer without red eyes from all those tears.”

You stare at your joined hands, his covering yours completely and then glance up at him. His expression is inscrutable and you swallow. “It’s very kind of you - too kind, sir - to say that but,”

“I never say things that I do not mean, little one.” His interruption is quiet but firm and then you’re astonished to see that he’s smiling. Not the cruel or sarcastic smirks that you think you’re used to seeing sometimes on the faces of those around you, but a genuine smile - albeit small, but that somehow makes it even more real. Unbidden, you feel yourself returning it. “There, now - such a pretty smile.”

“Thank you,” you reply as you feel yourself blushing. Doubt still nags at you, however, and you say wistfully, “I wish it were true, sir. It seems that being attractive is valued more highly than anything. And that will never be me.”

He stands up without releasing your hand and so you have little choice but to get up with him. “Valued by those without the brains to value much else,” he says. “I would like you to take a walk with me.”

It’s a question and yet not one, given how he presents it with such finality - of course, he is used to being obeyed. You’re not about to try and resist his will, so you nod and with one hand in his and the other clutching the cloth, he leads you from the room.

He takes you up the stairs and through the main house which makes your head swivel around as you take it all in. The next familiar sight you see is the gardens - you love it when you get the opportunity to walk near here, though you’ve never seen it properly. You wish it wasn’t dark and it seems silly to stroll about when it is.

“A walk in the gardens when it’s dark, sir?” You can’t help voicing your doubt and then you squeak and then giggle as he turns his free hand palm up and you see a gentle glow emanating from it. It’s enough to light the way immediately ahead of you and makes you step more confidently.

“Certainly when it’s dark, little one.” There’s that tiny endearment again and it makes your heart swell a little. “Night blooming lilies are quite beautiful.” He leads you down a few more paths and then when you round the next corner you gasp in wonder because there they are - rows of bright, white lilies glowing in the moonlight. There’s a pond too, with yet more wide open flowers sitting atop the inky black surface as water trickles down a stone feature into the pool.

“I’ve never seen anything so pretty,” you whisper, utterly transfixed by the sight before you.

He lets go of your hand and you stiffen slightly as you feel him stroking his fingertips up your back. “I have,” he says softly. “And I’m standing with her at this very moment.”

You turn and look up at him, no longer feeling shy or like a lesser person. “Thank you.”

The statement seems too small but it’s all you can manage for now and you hope it’s enough. It must be, you think to yourself, because then he’s leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. You know and understand in that moment that everything is going to be alright.

END.

[peachydarlingz]

Lavender Fields || p.m

Pairing- Peeta Mellark x fem!reader

Warnings- none. fluffy fluff fluff.

Most people wouldn’t consider Peeta Mellarks smile something to be afraid of, in fact they’d find it charming, kind, soft, like most. But to me, his smile is dangerous. Oh, so dangerous. I would do anything for that smile, and that’s what makes it so lethal. I would do anything for Peeta, and to me, he is fatal.

“Honey, go get dressed I’m taking you on a picnic.” And yet, with his sweet eyes I could tell there was more to his words than he led on.

Oh, but when he looked at me with those eyes, with any eyes as long as they’re his; I can’t help but be entranced. They’re like a sweet symphony I can’t get enough of. He is my favorite song I could never get sick of. And who am I to deny him?

I smile at him, with that sickly sweet smile he pulls out of me every time, without fail. Getting up to get dressed for a cool summer day.

Peeta of course, already has everything prepared; grabbing the picnic basket, blanket, and his sketchbook. With protests to help him, he lets me carry his pencils. I would argue to carry more, but I’m afraid he would take away what little I’m already holding. I’m happy with our unspoken agreement.

I walk hand-in-hand with Peeta, and mindlessly start humming the song he was singing to me this morning. Sometimes, on the nights when he can’t fall back asleep, he’ll go to the study and write. Write anything. At first, it was just his thoughts, and like Peeta, eventually these notes became softer, more poetic. At some point they evolved into songs, and I was always the topic. But God, I was lucky to be his song.

“I love it when you sing. Your voice is like the Ocean, so much depth.” And he’s looking at me with those eyes again, and suddenly I’m a child with a schoolgirl crush.

“I love it when you write. When you write anything Peeta, you’re so versed. Have you showed any of your writing to anyone?”

“Why should I when the only opinion I care about is yours? All my work is about you anyway.”

I just giggle, because that’s all I’m able to do as he often leaves me speechless like this.

Suddenly we stop and all that engulfs my vision is a field of lavender. My body turns on instinct and I fling myself into Peeta’s arms, thankful that he already set the stuff down.

“Baby, it’s so, so beautiful! And it smells so good.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath letting the euphoria hit me. “Thank you so much.” I pull him into a kiss by his neck.

When we pull away, I can swear he looks a little drunk after that kiss, and my knees feel simply weak.

“You’re welcome my love.” He smiles brightly, and that alone is poison.

I help him set down the blanket, getting everything nice and neat before we’re both plopping down. As I reach for the basket to help unload, he motions a ‘stop’ and I pull my hand away.

“It’s a surprise, and I want to see the look on your face when I show you what I brought.”

And again, I’m smiling that sweet smile, that only he can provoke.

He fiddles with the latch speaking a quick, “Close your eyes.” before pulling out all the items.

“Okay, open!” He says drawing out the ‘y’.

When I open my eyes, I’m amazed to see all my favorite foods. “Peeta…” I look up to him, doe eyes prevalent and filled with emotion. “I can’t even express how in love I am with you… Thank you.”

“You express it every day, darling. I love you.” He kisses me. I’m in love.

“I can’t believe this; you must have spent so much time on it.”

Peeta chuckles, “Oh I did, but I did it for the look on your face, and it was everything I wanted.”

“I’m glad.” I laugh and I kiss him again, because in this moment, there’s nothing I could say to make the scene before me more perfect.

I look at the rows of lavender in front of me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in a dream. A dream that was long and hard to fight for, but such an amazing dream.

I look back as his eyes linger at me, and I can help but get all shy like its our first date all over again. I look down avoiding his gaze, grabbing a strawberry from the container and taking a bite. But my attempt to shake his stare fails. And I liked that it failed.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I laugh.

“You’re just so beautiful. So, so beautiful.” And he says it genuinely amazed, like he’s in a museum admiring his favorite work, and he really does make me feel like art.

A/N- This is my first fic! I really hope yall like it hehe. Likes and reposts are very much appreciated :) please dont steal my work

headers by @saradika-graphics

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Splatoon 3 Version 6.1 Patch Notes Breakdown

That time of the month again! Let's take a quick look at these together, and that part is actually important, because people have cross-referenced the Japanese and English patch notes and confirmed that there are several mistranslations in the latter, so stick with me as we roll through these!

This patch is heavily focused on balance changes, and outside of those, the only thing that isn't a bugfix is of course the Mincemeat Metalworks renovation. With that out of the way, let's look at the Main Weapon changes:

N-Zap gets two more damage, which makes it combo better with other sources of damage like the splash damage from the '85's Suction Bomb. There seems to always be a completely unnecessary Shooter buff in every patch nowadays, and this is the one this time, but it's at least balanced out by the fact that this weapon is also getting nerfed further down the notes, but we'll get there.

Dynamo Roller will now deal lethal damage in a wider spread than it did previously. Splat Roller got this buff a while ago and it was pretty good for it, so this is a definitive W for Dynamo mains everywhere.

Flingza Roller gets the exact same buff, plus a buff that cuts 5 white ink frames off its' vertical flick. Some nice quality of life for sure.

Inkbrush now moves faster, cheaper. Three percent doesn't sound like a lot, but I promise you that even such a small change is going to throw your aim off quite a bit, so get ready to get circles run around you in Clam Blitz even more than you already do.

The Brella gets 13% better ink efficiency off its shots, and that's quite a lot! Brella likes to play the long game and draw out fights, and most builds for it run a lot of Ink Saver Main as a result, so this should give it some more ability flexibility.

Undercover Brella can now... do full jumps while firing? I don't think this is a very impactful change, but it is neat, and I think if used properly could be a way to get more mileage out of your shield and avoid damage.

This is a mistranslation!

The first change is actually the complete opposite of what it says in the patch notes. They did not reduce Squeezer's ink consumption when tap-firing, but increase it, making the cost tap-shots 9% more. It'll also paint slightly worse when holding down the firing button, and considering how this weapon has been utterly dominant at all levels of play both of these changes are fair.

Ballpoint gets a small accuracy decrease in long-range mode, which frankly seems a bit uncalled for, because this weapon hasn't been on top of the metagame for a long time. At least it's also kind of a paint buff?

And finally for Main Weapon changes, Stamper gets its charge slash paint cut by 10%. Compared to the changes this weapon has been getting in the past it's a bit of a slap on the wrist, but it does in fairness paint really well, and Neo Splatana Stamper does put out a lot of Crab Tanks, so this isn't an unjust change.

After that comes two Special changes, and these are very interesting:

Wave Breaker will now immediately locate enemies upon being placed for a short while. They don't specify the range or time of the effect, but I have to imagine it'll be within the same area of effect as the Wave Breaker's Waves. Giving it an immediate effect is really cool to me, it makes me think of Splatoon 1's Echolocator, which Wave Breaker already kind of felt like a rework of to begin with.

THIS IS A MISTRANSLATION TOO AND IT'S EVEN WORSE THAN THE LAST ONE

Again, this change is the complete opposite, reading the text you'd think this was a nerf to Ink Storm, but it's actually a buff, because it makes you heal faster in Kid Form when inside your own team's Ink Storms. This is essentially completely unprecedented, as we've never had anything that messes with the health regeneration system like this before, and I'm very curious to see how it shakes out.

And finally we have the Points-For-Special changes:

Neo Sploosh, Forge Pro, Luna, Bamboozler, and Zink Mini all get their Points-For-Special cut by 10 (a change Forge has been begging for since it released, seriously starting it at 210p was completely unreasonable) while Slattershot, N-Zap '85 (here's that nerf I mentioned at the very top of the list), Tri-Slosher nouveau, and Heavy Edit Splatling get another 10p added to their Special charge.

Overall I think this is a pretty good patch that has some really interesting ideas in it, but there is also a very notable omission. They went after all of the most popular Tacticooler weapons, and increased their Special charge, except for Snipewriter 5H. Snipewriter has been skyrocketing in popularity in competitive player for its' ability to serve as paint support, long-range damage, and Tacticooler spammer, all at once, and it got completely overlooked here. I suspect that nanowrimo is coming early in the world of competitive Splatoon 3, because everyone is getting their pencils ready.

[not-that-debonair]

watch out pathogens ‼️

This drawing… has a lot of wrong with it but in my defence digital art is hard

Also fr click for better quality for some reason it’s especially egregious with this one

big ramble about design changes under the cut

Okay so basically my main thing was making them all just look like they are part of the same group since despite what CAW keeps implying design-wise lymphocytes are also WBCs. So NK and Macrophage’s outfits got a bit militarised. I also wanted to give the ‘subgroups’ (ie lymphocytes, granulocytes etc.) some similarities, so neutrophils and eosinophils get the same shirt.

I couldn’t justify having neutrophils being the only ones looking so monochrome but I also didn’t want to stray too far from the og designs so I just settled for desaturating everyone else and giving them grey skin tones to help them match. I also wanted everyone to have some white on them cause yknow WBC.

Basically innate immune system is white with black accents whereas adaptive immune system is black with white accents. Although NK gets black boots to make her match the other lymphocytes. Also I forgot B cell and Macrophage’s epaulettes whoops.

Some cells in the show have their own colour (like eosinophil wearing pink and B cell wearing blue) so I decided to extend that to giving everyone a colour. (Also anything to let the neutrophils wear something that isn’t white it’s hard to draw lol) Killer T got orange since it would give the T and B cells complimentary colours and a neat trio with NK’s green. Neutrophils get that light blue/green colour since it’s close-ish to white and I just thought it looked nice idk. Also I like to think the granulocytes get to rock the pastels.

Macrophage’s pale red was supposed to be a vague allusion to blood since they are the heavy hitters but idk I’m not settled on her design at all and I’m wondering if maybe a purple would’ve been better. That being said I like how the red compliments the neutrophils green/blue since they are the main phagocytes. Idk.

NK has sunglasses cause everyone else has something on their head and it felt weird that she didn’t but I didn’t want to give her a hat. Also eh I think she suits the bouncer vibe.

The granulocytes have freckles and the phagocytes have sharp teeth I don’t make the rules.

1146’s hat now says neutrophil instead of WBC because it’s a real pet peeve of mine since, again, basically all the other immune cells are also white blood cells. Eosinophil also gets her cell type on her hat cause why shouldn’t she. I was too afraid of messing up to put either in Japanese.

I changed the style of trousers for the neutrophil uniform to something which would be more comfortable for high activity admittedly it doesn’t look as good as the og style so idk.

Fun fact: quick google tells me macrophages are around twice the size of the other cells here (give or take a few micrometers depending on which cell) so she is now the tallest. by far.

Everything else is dictated by rule of cool or the limits of my artistic ability.

If anyone actually read all this, I greatly appreciate it. I spent way too long thinking about this lol but talking about character design is fun :D

[rando-lesbo210]

Sorry to have died again, this post isn't actually gaigel for once (but still gaige lol)

Anyways I've been mulling over designs and ideas for tattoos for gaige and been seeing the sick machine like ones so I've complied a bunch and a lot of the designs with her skill trees actually!

As well as designs for different arms, and comparison of bl3 GLAT design vs my fallen heirs/general idea! Note, the other three are much older than the colored one and so with the tattoos on the second image are mildly not there but the lettering is. Because that's a literal line she says and- yes in context it's pretty cool, but it's so funny the bitch that's most on the internet and using omega and alpha

have to say I tried to draw the skull for the misfits and I fucked it up all three times. Traditional art kills me some days

Molotov is also my really short and quick way to say smash the system.

Anyways these all may change over time, maybe not, mainly ideas, I like be silly and I will probably regret all these details later, hope the ideas are neat to some at least!

[vargaslovinghours]

It's here! It's the big one-oh! Get ready for the 10th! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9)

Starting off with some Just Desserts stuff; it's not exactly against the rules to modify Pets with features they wouldn't naturally have - like a cat with wings - but it is side-eyed by other players

He might be projecting just a little bit lol

Obviously he'd support Joel wiping the floor with other Pets in the arena haha

Next one's a continuation, comic-style!

Since they've only got the one pet between them, they have to take turns directing Joel so he doesn't get confused on who to listen to haha, I'm sure it doesn't help that they have similar voices and Scriabin is constantly butting in. I think in this setting Edgar might be able to get away with pushing him around a little more haha ♪ He'll still pay for that later :)

FNF x Vargas! Quick, who wants to collab as I know Nothing about music composition lol - what might their voices/instrumentation sound like! I’ve always been a fan of strings for Edgar, piano for Scriabin personally :)

These were the two poses I had the absolute strongest mental images for, so they get the big pretties! Scriabin having a secondary feature to his Up animation (not just pointing a finger gun but also “shooting” it), only being visible when the note is held ah, I just love the animation in my mind’s eye lol

Two poses inspired by their bouncies! Edgar’s Down and Scriabin’s Right - I didn’t have them onhand for reference, but I’d definitely push them closer to the originals :D

I really like the idea of most of Edgar’s poses being smaller, more closed-in, and Scriabin’s being big and bombastic, but their Lefts are the opposite! Haha ♪

I've seen a good several songs that have a mid-level transformation which I find Very cool :D I suppose these could also be for different stages, but going from a whole Edgar to him missing an eye and actively bleeding and screaming and stumbling around to the music - I just think it's a neat concept lol

Scriabin's transformation would be with his wings of course!

More of the WOY idea! Scriabin's being so nice 😈♥

You know I had to draw Jake in this style, he's too cute not to, I had to! Fun proportions hehe

Two little balls of sunshine <3 This was the one where I really couldn't decide what art style I was most reminded of between Steven Universe and the rest haha

A rubber hose smooch! Cartoony mwah!

Don't be fooled Wander, kisses are temporary, bullying Edgar is forever

The topic drifted at one point to the idea of Scriabin and Edgar being able to turn their brain-sharing on and off which gave me a Two Yeses/One No idea

Started with them on equal footing - both of them can say no to oppose the other, and in order to link back up they have to both agree! And how that might look depending on who initiates hehe <3

I think it'd be good for them to have hard boundaries in place, not able to be coerced into giving up their privacy :)

As well as them being able to just tap in and Know again, Scriabin using it to be lazy and not try to communicate with his mouth haha

But even with those hard stops in place, how would sleep affect things! If he tried, could Scriabin break into Edgar's dreams? Even if he gave permission, would his subconscious allow that? :0 It's interesting!

Quick break for a scribbly concept of how I wanted my first Vargas Drabbles soft cover to look haha - I didn't end up using the red inlay but it's definitely an idea for next time 👀

Back to brain-sharing, but this time featuring a return to body-sharing! :00 I hadn't considered it until Zarla mentioned them physically phasing together and then became Very interested in exploring it, when isn’t Scriabin annoying tho lol. It’s because you love him, Edgar!

Falling back into old habits of emotionally degrading Edgar, but he has the power to kick you out now! Just try your smart mouth on him from out here, where it hurts less!

Get back in on good behaviour, or because he misses him too much ♥ I love his sweet face here I 💕💗💖❤️💞💝

How dare he be so inviting, Scriabin has to deal with a physical heart and you are trying to kill him, cruel mean Edgar (lol)

Inspired by the hug test haha ♪ Hug him!

This was supposed to be a sweet moment :( Scriabin can't help it, being vulnerable is icky haha

But when offered the opportunity, you take what you can get <3 They are so damn cute, gah

Hehe ♪ There needs to be Some level of awkwardness to it, it's still Vargas after all. Would it hurt? No, maybe more like an organ shifting back into its correct position :)

How's he supposed to help it when you make it so easy

They'd have to negotiate safe and opportune times to share minds if it required them to share a body! Scheduling when to be apart would probably be stressful, but so would being together haha

Edgar doesn't want to deal with this until he's more awake, and maybe not at all if he gets jealous hehe

And finally again, we've returned to the Two Yeses/One No idea - who gets to decide who's "No" counts once they're already enmeshed? :) Introducing the Lobster Trap ✨

“slrch” is such a gross sound effect haha

Really struggling with the concept of Scriabin’s autonomy! He quite literally exists outside of you now Edgar, you have to let him grow on his own!

Scriabin probably just wants out to do something Edgar morally objects to, enough to suffer his company while pissed. The idea of Scriabin having his own body and still having to take Edgar over to exert his own personhood again, ugh, it’s so fraught <3

The Lobster Trap has so many potential outcomes, even discounting one side over the other! Obviously I had to make as many as I could come up with lol; starting with Scriabin getting to decide when he hops in, and Edgar getting to decide if he lets him out - two yeses all around to show it As Intended, all going well :)

And here are Edgar's No options: his no overrides letting Scriabin out, but does nothing to deter Scriabin from coming in without his permission. I think this is one of the worst configurations for them haha ♪ It’s so easy for them to be cruel to each other!

Now the other way around! Scriabin has to get Edgar's permission to come in, so here's their Two Yeses :D Obviously he did it to annoy Edgar, he'll never get to read in peace haha. Not that he would even without this hehe

Edgar's No would shut Scriabin out, which I think would be good for them honestly; Edgar gets time to process things on his own without Scriabin manipulating him from the inside, and Scriabin gets to eat humble pie

Two Yeses again, though it was hard to imagine a situation where Scriabin would willingly hop out at Edgar's request - to make fun of him though? Yes ✨

And again, Edgar's No not overriding Scriabin's Yes - I think this would be really good for them! Edgar doesn't get to hold him against his will, and Scriabin doesn't get to burst in without his permission!

But really, it'll always be messy with them <3 Even in the best scenario, if Edgar's Yes overrides Scriabin's No of being forced inside - even if he couldn't hold him there, just the action of making him see from his point of view and all that entails... ♪

Little jailbird, just wants to fly away on clipped wings 💔

Now for something completely different lol. Scriabin wrote a resumé! I’m sure it’s full of accurate information to help him land a proper interview :)

Good, good, dates, prior experience, employers, skills, conquests-

Scriabin insists he's a sexpert but if there's a degree on his wall I haven't seen it

There is such a Massive difference between writing resumés and actually doing the work the resumé is required for, come on. I do love just how miffed Edgar looks tho haha

S: >:3c | E: Yeah alright point taken

Tiny spacefiller - he's so mad! He's gonna tell you all about it!

Oh hey wow Nny's still here, that's neat. Originally there was an Edgar next to him but only the main character turned out cute, rude

Quietly cutting potatoes <3 Domestic

I love Scriabin getting scared inside Edgar but him having to put on an outwardly placid face so he doesn't freak Nny out in turn haha. Nny's love language is knives

But that's where the nutrients are! Speaking of Ghost-

Teaching him how to flay skin, not necessarily strictly on potatoes hehe. I like the idea of Nny kinda spacing out when it comes to his favourite activities - yeah he hates touching people, but that takes a backseat to talking about murder and playing with knives

Obviously Edgar's a bit distracted himself lol. Nny just casually talking about what happens when you separate the flesh from the body and Edgar and Scriabin are over here discussing Just how gay this is haha

I went and reread one of my old drafts of One Way Mirror recently and ahh I’d forgotten how sassy they are with each other lol

I'm still crazy about them <3 They drive me absolutely mad 💕 I think it's funny too, since I started writing OWM while deeply fixated but didn't think much of the Flavour of my writing I didn't expect anything from rereading, but it does taste a bit like mainfic hehe ♪

I love when Scriabin argues how much he wants to "help" Edgar while controlling him up and down, Edgar's not about to take this sitting down if he can help it! Also emasculating insults my beloved ♥

Thinking again about Hunchback; not quite any of the already-established stuff (they're not playing the roles, nor are they separate and seen the movie! What!), about why Scriabin would side-eye Edgar so much during Out There. It's a good song for him :) And I love drawing him like this haha, proud and haughty angle <3

Edgar with slightly less floofy hair and the closed-line nose style from a few years ago lol ♪ I do like bridge/bottom of the nose style I've grown into, but it's still a fun style to return to every once in a while :)

And one last sneaky cheeky kiss for smooch practice before the very end! Just try and stop me! Why did Scriabin turn out so pretty tho ♥

So that's June through September, again-again! Well, almost - turns out I actually made too many sketches for my Blank Slate AU/fic - literally as many as are featured here! - so it needed its own post. So please look forward to that!

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WOE, FANART BE UPON YE!

The character I drew is Null The Stranger from @thegreenhordes, which is a cool little MLP Infection AU askblog that I stumbled across and have been reading up on every now and again as of late. 🎵 I thought his design was neat and I was in the mood to doodle, so I decided to try my hand at drawing ‘em! (Which. I hope I did decently enough?)

As a quick warning for anyone curious, the blog contains stuff such as body horror, death and injury. If you decide to check it out, please keep these things in mind.

Small Edit: I just noticed I made a mistake with one of the legs, I fixed it real quick so it should be good now?? I hope???