#also sorry (not sorry) for tagging you sen!!

[senkamikakushi]

I’m curious if you’ve come across this pic of chihiro and lin before!! A couple months ago I found it on Pinterest and was so confused and excited cus i had never seen it before. Came to find out it was part of a ghibli merch calendar someone was selling. But it looks straight out of the movie! I wonder if it was from a deleted scene. (The movie was supposed to be around like three hours I think)

I saw that image on Pinterest too! I was so excited because I thought it was a deleted scene or extra official art.

So it's from a merch calendar! That's really cool, actually. I know the Ghibli team had to cut out a lot of extra scenes just to keep the movie short enough (and even then it's really quite long), which always made me really curious about the scenes we never got to see. This would fit perfectly as one of them! It's honestly so warm and endearing.... Maybe we could've seen more interaction between Lin and the other worker girls, or even some development between them and Chihiro. Especially since the girls in this image look suprisingly young! Anyway, it's nice to see Lin and Chihiro making up for the food that was spoiled by the river spirit.

This seems quite random, but while we're on the topic of "Spirited Away images that seem official but are suprisingly not as well known as they feel like they should be",

Would anyone happen to know about the origin of these two images?

I've heard they're from the Japanese Studio Ghibli Twitter, but whenever I follow the source links, nothing comes up. Did they delete the posts or the whole account? It's honestly a bummer because these are such sweet and adorable images and I was really excited to read through all the reactions to it. If anyone knows what happened to these posts or the original source of the images, I'd be really grateful to hear about it!

[twpsyn-who]

Today on "Another JeanMarco Soulmate AU absolutely no one asked for" I present to you -

Soulmate AU in which you stop seeing colors when your soulmate dies, the only exception being your soulmate. Now cue to Jean who just found Marco's, his best friend's, body. And you know, there's the shock of finding out Marco's dead. The pain and confusion and guilt. But there's also the revelation, because despite everything he can still see Marco like nothing took place at all- yes, half of his face is missing and his body is straight up lifeless, but Jean can still make out the color of his eye ; see that light shade of brown perfectly, remember all the times he has found himself looking at them while listening to Marco talk. He can still make out the colors of his uniform, see the same shade of black his hair has always had, practically see. Despite being dead, Marco was the only piece of color left in his life.

And there's denial for a moment because there's no way Marco was his soulmate. But that goes away fast, getting replaced by guilt. By the fact that he hasn't been there to save him, that Marco has to die all alone without anyone being there for him.

And that was worse than the simple fact that he could no longer see colors ; because Marco was there when Jean needed him, but he failed to do the same. And not only he lost his best friend that day, but his other half too.

[snowangeldotmp3]

*mcdonalds drive thru voice* um could i get uhhhhh some nancy x what was i made for please ?

sure! so, disclaimer, i have seen barbie (2023) three times now, and have been playing "what was i made for?" basically on repeat and sobbing. and y'all know i love nancy angst, so. it was kind of bound to happen.

it started with a conversation with sen (@fragilecapric0rnn) about literally just nancy and the song "what was i made for?" and thinking about nancy in the aftermath of everything (btw, you should read this post by sen bc it's SO, so good) and in the aftermath of everything....what is nancy made for?

(an excerpt from our convo abt it lol):

and then also something abt nancy trying to find her place in the world, her purpose in this world. because what is her purpose if not to solve mysteries and kill monsters? what does she do in the in between? she doesn’t want to kill monsters anymore. she doesn’t want to see them, to think about them. but without it, who is she? what was she made for?

my thought process though is basically: what does nancy do in the in-between? who is she in-between another apocalypse and who is she in the aftermath? and then (as in, the last 30 mins) i've been thinking about maybe expanding it into the "seasons" of nancy's life. losing barb to the guilt to her job at the newspaper to leading the charge in s4 and just exploring those realms. especially nancy and the newspaper and that talk with karen in s3 where she's like, "you're a fighter, nance." because she is a fighter, but what happens when the fight is gone? when the danger is gone? she's been living in survival mode for what? almost three years in the canon timeline? so when there is no danger for her to throw herself into, what happens? what's her purpose now? (there's also the mothers and daughters quote from barbie 2023 that i think would work wonderfully here with nancy and karen. so it's about mothers and daughters, too, ya know? especially in the mid-80s)

truthfully i'm not sure if i want to make this a ronance thing, either, or just a character study of nancy. i always love nancy coming to terms with liking girls after coming down from her survival mode instincts, and being okay with herself, finding some calmness in it and some sense of herself, instead of what others perceive her to be. so maybe there will be ronance, maybe nancy will be figuring herself out and it just starts out as a crush on robin. who's to say.

and of course there's always nancy and barb angst. this is what i have written in my notes:

she visits barb. her grave. talks to a body that isn't there, but some part of her hopes that wherever barb is, she can hear nancy. "i don't know if i know how to go back to normal. i haven't been normal in years, i don't know what that means for me anymore."

so yeah... sorry this got a little out of hand, but!! this is basically the thought process so far 😅

wip wednesday <3

[sen-ya]

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Post last updated 10/29/24

Hey I'm Sen and I draw One Piece too much! I am terrible at keeping things easy to find, turns out when ur job is project management you don’t want to also do it in ur down time. My current theme is following the dopamine, keeping it as fun as it can be for me to draw. Below the cut is information on the different AUs & serializations I've got going on right now :^)

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Thursday - Serialized Comics (current: Family AU//Forgetful)

Universe: Main Timeline

Comics that belong to this timeline are meant to follow through the events of canon, many of them were written while I was actively reading and didn't know what would happen next! Every comic that receives this tag happens in the same universe, so they may refer to each other in both plot-important and not important ways. These comics are largely LuLaw but include sprinkles of Heart Pirates (in general and as family), ZoSan, and general shenanigans.

Serializations:

Getting Together - Will they/won't they? They will, but they're gonna be stupid about it. Anything tagged into this series you can assume they haven't established that they're romantically interested in each other.

Established LuLaw - Two idiots in love. Anything tagged with this series you can assume they're together. They may not refer to each other as "boyfriend" or "partner" but whatever it is that's going on is clear to the two of them and that's what matters.

Law Loses - Most comics in this series deal with the aftermath of Winner Island. Law feels like a curse.

Goofs Only - These comics don't require serialization. They're just some good fun. If they include LawLu/LuLaw, they'll also be tagged as either "Getting Together" or "Established" so you have context for their reactions.

The Heart Bros - Law, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi found each other as kids. Comics in this series act as glimpses into their time growing up and other brotherly interactions. This is noncompliant with the Law novel. Once they form the Heart Pirates, they consider each other brothers.

ZoSan - I don't draw these two a lot anymore, so this series is just a general ZoSan category!

Heart Pirate Shenanigans - I went all in on Heart Pirates Week 2024 and wrote a bunch of comics about the various crew members! Leaving this as an open series for when I inevitably fall down another Heart Pirate rabbit hole.

Universe: Older/Family AU

Comics that belong to this timeline are meant to follow through the events of canon, many of them were written while I was actively reading and didn't know what would happen next! Every comic that receives this tag happens in the same universe, so they may refer to each other in both plot-importanComics in this universe take place anywhere from 7 - 30 years post canon. Mostly LuLaw with sprinkles of other shenanigans. You can assume events from the main timeline are canon in this AU.

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Accidents Happen - Law gets a cold and stops running a few effects that he'd taken for granted.

Getting Married - Did you know if two pirate captains want to get married, they can just say they're married?

Extras - This series is for posts that offer context/additional information about what's going on in the AU

Family Fluff - These are a series of comics where the focus is on Law and/or Luffy as a parent.

Forgetful - Law gets hit by a devil fruit that makes him forget everything that's happened since just before Marineford.

Get back to it - After spending some time on Zou in Rocy's first 18 months, it's time for Luffy & Law to get back to pirating.

Universe: The Worst Timeline

Comics in this universe branch off of the main timeline around Whole Cake/early Wano. These comics may refer to earlier 'main timeline' events, but what happens in them is so terrible I've refused to make them part of my own personal canon. Sometimes it's just too temping to make them suffer :^)

Serializations:

Rightfully Worried - This series is an AU in which Luffy gets the absolute shit kicked out of him in Whole Cake and when he arrives on Wano Law has to save his life. It's not the first time he's performed surgery on him, but it is the first time he's had to since he's cared so much about his patient.

The Worst Wake-Up Call - During an intense battle, Law makes a decision. The ones who love him deal with the aftermath.

[wonysugar]

if you insist | jang wonyoung

synopsis: jang wonyoung, the biggest fuckgirl on campus, asks you, y/n l/n, an honors student, to study together after classes

pairing: scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader

genres: college au, smut with plot lowkey and tbh that’s it help

tags: g!p wonyoung, college au, wonyoung is a fuckgirl, reader doesn’t know wonyoung has a dick, facefucking, cowgirl, wonyoung doesn’t care how reader feels in the beginning, wony is insufferable in this (sorry it must be said), some texting, reader and wony are both vers switches

warnings: none? just be mindful that wy kinda sucks at first but then we grow to enjoy her me thinks! (and she also has a dick so that’s that)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: i wasn’t originally gonna make her have a g!p but inspiration struck me and i just had to. also, sorry for taking so long with this!! i truly hope you enjoy it<3

“so, any questions?”

that sentence alone wakes basically most of the class up from their deep sleep, this is one of - if not the - most boring class in your program. every session of his is a literal snoozefest, you hadn’t slept well last night so this would’ve been your chance.

but you still managed to stay awake, you needed to ace this next test, keeping a streak of good grades is your main source of dopamine, so failing it was out of the question. well, it’s not like you failed any of them, anyway.

the class comes to an end and the students all pack their stuff to leave. as you put your books away, jang… wonyoung walks up to you? ‘what the hell does she want?’ you think to yourself. she leans on the desk and runs a hand through her long straight dark hair, her other hand inside of her gray hoodie’s pocket. you look at her up and down, then finally set your eyes on hers.

“what do you want?” you annoyingly ask her, grabbing your bag and jacket, her being the only thing holding you back from leaving.

“why so uptight, girl?” she grins, looking back at her friends as they laugh at this whole interaction. her friend group was a bunch of ugly frat guys, you weren’t surprised she associated herself with them though, she’s the exact same (just, much hotter). “i was just gonna ask you if you were busy later, baby.” not-so-subtly eyeing your every curve, even slightly tilting her head to catch a better glimpse of your ass, cheekily smiling.

you roll your eyes at the girl, “i don’t want to fuck you, wonyoung. now, if you’ll excuse me-“

then, she leans in, her taller figure towering over you and stopping you from moving forward, your heart skips a beat, despite you not really wanting it to, “who even mentioned sex, y/n? oh you totally picture me naked.” she smirks, peaking glances at your lips.

“get to the point. what do you really want?” you coldly respond, trying to not pay too much attention to her literally staring you down.

she backs up from you, chuckling as she readjusts her already good looking hair. “chill shawtyy, it was a jokee.” you glare, “anyways, i was just wondering if you wanted to study together later, back at your dorm? i barely listened in class, i’d like to actually understand the lecture this time.”

study together? actually understanding the lecture?? since when did this girl ever care about studies?

“oh, so now you’re trying to get good grades, jang wonyoung?” you say with a scoff, earning a playful smile from her in response.

“i guess that seeing you work so hard motivates me, l/n y/n.”

i mean, what could go wrong? if she’s really trying to improve her grades, then who were you to stop that? that would just be wrong of you. plus, it doesn’t look like she’s lying, either. you notice the hopeful look in her eyes, is she waiting for you to accept? you chuckled,

“i’ll think about it.” you say as you walk past her. then, making you jump, she slaps your ass before putting her hood on and jogging over to her friends, earning a high five from one of them as they all laugh. she looks over to you and winks, “see you later, mama.”

you can’t lie, that pet name sent a chill down your spine and you unfortunately couldn’t tell if it was a good one or not. could it even be considered a pet name? anywho, you walk to your next class, excited to see what the rest of the day brings you. and you kinda wish it involved wonyoung, because despite denying it, you did find her very attractive.

you’ll just have to wait and see.

-

after getting wonyoung’s number from your very ‘popular on campus’ friend, huh yunjin, you’re hesitant to text her. i mean, it’s not like your life right now is all that interesting to begin with, so maybe flirting with a fuckgirl is gonna help you kill your boredom.

smiling to yourself, satisfied with your decision, you grab your phone and type a quick message as you make your way to the exit. after saving her contact, you’re about to set your phone back in your pocket, and you get a notification.

she already responded? you open your phone and type out your next responses as you see her messages.

what?

and she just leaves you on delivered after that? what the fuck is wrong with her.. and what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you getting butterflies?? this is anything BUT cute. the typos? the winky face?? god you can literally visualize her smirk just from reading her messages. despite all of that, you giggle to yourself, but then quickly mentally beat yourself up for it. she’s just joking, is what you thought. you type out your dorm number and put your phone back in your pocket.

you get in your car then drive to your shared apartment. upon arriving, you immediately start rearranging the place. i mean, it’s not like she would care about your dorm looking pretty anyway, since hers probably doesn’t look any better. you’re doing this for your own self, you told yourself. thank god your roommate wasn’t home that day, you’d have a lot of explaining to do.

hours quickly went by as you cleaned up everything, you turn on your phone, reading the clock, 5:54 pm.

she’ll be here soon. you mentally prepare yourself, putting on different, more comfy-looking clothes, then proceed to sit on your couch. bouncing your leg up and down as you await the ringing of your doorbell, looking at the progressing time on your hanging clock. ‘why am i freaking out over this?’, you think to yourself. it’s not like you’re meeting a date, plus she’s probably gonna be late. reassuring yourself, you come to the conclusion that it’s because you haven’t received someone over in so long. of course you’d be exci-

ding dong!

quickly, you rush to your door and open it, finding the taller girl, wonyoung, leaning against the door frame. well, she’s surprisingly here on time. she’s wearing a backwards cap, a black zip up jacket over a white oversized t-shirt and some gray sweatpants.

you weren’t expecting anything grand coming from her, so the look doesn’t faze you.

she smirks at you eyeing her outfit, “did you miss me, bae?”, making you sigh as you roll your eyes, stepping aside to let her in.

“you’re on time, that’s surprising.” you say in a condescending tone. in response, she chuckles, taking off her jordan’s, “how could i keep you waiting?”

she steps foot into your house, observing everything, but only for a quick moment.

“damn, you keep this place neat though huh?” right as you were about to brag about being a very organized person, unlike her, she quickly cuts you off, “yeah sooo…. where your room at?”

you give her a look of disbelief.

“god, y/n, it’s so that we can study properly. who the fuck studies in the living room?” you process that for a moment and look away from her in slight shame, she probably didn’t even mean it like that. then, as you’re about to apologize,

“that text i sent you is still on your mind, hm? you’re cute.” she says, chuckling as she’s grabbing your waist, gently pushing you against one of your hallway’s walls. you unintentionally gulp, looking into her eyes, then at her lips.

“you want me to, don’t you? you want me to fuck your brains out?” leaning into you, she whispers against your ear. you can feel her hot breath on it, making you shiver. but instead of actually doing anything, she quickly steps away from you, a smirk plastered on her face.

what the fuck.

“no but seriously, where’s your room shawty?” she nonchalantly asks, as if she wasn’t all up on you not even 5 seconds ago?? god, what is with this girl? you just blink at her in complete disbelief and confusion, then lead her to your room.

-

“so that explains why that phrase could be interpreted as a lot of different things. does that make sense?” you ask her, her gaze instantly meeting yours, like she wasn’t looking at the book. was she even listening?

“…what are you looking at.” you coldly add.

“sorry, i wasn’t listening.” she smirks, still looking at you, eyes darting back and forth between your lips and eyes. you scoff, mumbling an annoyed i know as you close the book in question, sitting up. you’ve had enough, she’s driving you insane.

“look, if you’re just here to sit around and do nothing you might as well just leave. i mean, you’re not even paying attention nor are you fucking me right now, so this just seems like a waste of time.” you snap at her. in response, her eyes widen, she definitely wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt. she then grins.

“which one are you waiting for me to do?” she smirks, getting closer to you.

frustrated at yourself for even wanting wonyoung to do you in the first place, an annoyed “fuck you.” was all that could come out of your mouth.

“i mean, if you insist.” she smirks, and places her lips onto yours, forcefully and roughly. quickly, she brushes her tongue along your lips, asking for entrance. you part your lips, allowing her tongue to roam around your mouth. before you could even realize, she was on top of you, her jacket and cap off and her hard on pressing on your stomach.

wait. her.. hard on???

you quickly push her away in surprise. she looked at you, a confused look painted on her face. “what?” she asks you.

“y-you. you have a dick??” you hesitantly ask her back. it’s not that you were against it, quite the opposite, even. but, it just caught you by surprise. since when did she… okay, dumb question.

she scoffs in amusement, “I thought everyone knew that? why do you think straight girls like me so much?”

ugh, nevermind, she was so much hotter when she wasn’t talking. before you could say anything else, though,

“you wanna see it, y/n?”

you reluctantly nod, earning a sly smile from her. quickly, she grabs the waistband of her not-so-boner-proof sweatpants and pulls it down, revealing black calvin klein boxers, her cock poking through.

“take it off.” she basically orders you, making you glare at her. you didn’t like listening to anything wonyoung said, but saying you were horny would be an understatement and you didn’t feel like stalling. you pull the boxers down, making her throbbing dick bounce up at you before sitting up.

dear god, it was big. you couldn’t exactly blame the girls who begged to fuck her anymore, cause if you knew it was that huge before, you would have thought about it a lot more. it’s girthy and veiny while being slightly above average size. it’s weirdly pretty for being used to fuck a bunch of girls, you keep that to yourself, though. you don’t wanna inflate her already huge ego.

before she could say anything arrogant about her size, you put the head in your mouth, slowly circling your tongue around the tip. quickly, you work towards taking the entire length as she groans and throws her head back. suddenly, though, as you’re still sucking, she unexpectedly grabs your head and forces her cock all the way down your throat, earning a gag from you and a moan from her.

“you were going too slow.” she specified, groaning and relentlessly fucking your throat. you would never admit it outloud, but you loved the way she was roughly pulling on your hair, using your mouth to get off. it hurt your ego, your pride, being used by a fuckgirl like this, being used by wonyoung like this. it was degrading, but you still loved it.

you keep letting her handle you like this for a long while, working your tongue on her tip and shaft in the process of her moving your head up and down her cock. hair all on your face, you didn’t even bother tying it, you liked it messy, and she apparently did too. her moans and groans getting higher and shorter, her grip getting tighter, you can only assume that she’s getting closer to finishing.

“fuck baby.. you’re gonna be good and swallow it all, okay?” she said, still using your throat. soon enough, she lets out a long moan and you quickly feel her dick slightly throb, spurting out a warm and thick liquid everywhere in your mouth, it was bitter and salty. you pull away and she looks at you, smirking and expecting you to swallow, which you don’t wanna give her the satisfaction of seeing. you wanted to see how far she would go, what she would do to you.

when she sees that you’re not doing what she asked, “come on, swallow it, you bitch.” she tells you, grabbing your jaw and smiling at you in a mocking way. you probably look like a huge whore to her right now, cum slightly spilling out of your mouth and everything. you glare at wonyoung and swallow all of it like she asked earlier, all of her semen, keeping eye contact. in response to that, she chuckles and grabs your cheek, patting it. “atta girl, you’re hotter when you do what you’re told.”

you roll your eyes as she chuckles and push her back on the bed, eyeing her still very hard dick. in a swift motion, you take off your jeans and panties, hovering over her. then, you sit down on it, slowly taking in all the length.

“you a virgin?” she asks you, holding onto your waist.

“no, why? you think i don’t know how to ride di-“

she grips on your waist and unexpectedly pushes you down onto her cock, making you accidentally let out a loud noise, a mix between a moan and a yelp. it was painful being penetrated so fast, especially by something so big but the sensation was also.. amazing. before you could have the chance to ask her to go slowly, though, she’s already pumping in and out, increasing her speed progressively. okay, now, it hurts.

“can you go slower for - mmh - f-fuck’s sake..”

“no? you take things too fucking slowly, i’m here to cum, not fall asleep.” she grunts, still lifting you up and down her cock, using you like she would a fleshlight. you notice that she gets a lot more annoying during sex, meaner, even. and you hate to admit it, but you’ve also noticed that you seem to enjoy it a lot.

“fuuuck babygirl, you’re so tight.” she mumbles as she presses her thumb onto your exposed clit and plays with it, earning a whimper from you. you feel your walls clench around her as you roughly bounce on her, taking in all of her length.

she’s fucking you so roughly, magically hitting all of the right spots, as if she knows exactly where they are. you couldn’t help but let out the lewdest most shameless noises known to man, it feels too good not to. she definitely didn’t use her mouth for much, but god did she know how to use her cock.

after a while of you bouncing up and down on her, you already feel like you could cum, despite trying your hardest to keep it in, to enjoy it a little longer. a knot was starting to form in your lower stomach, fuck, you were so close, and the fact that she was fucking you so roughly nonstop was making it so hard to keep it contained.

“fuck y/n i’m about to cum again..” she whimpers out needily, once again tightly holding onto your waist. you can’t let her though, not yet. you grab her wrists and pin them above her head, preventing her from touching you. a confused but very aroused expression plastered on her face.

“you can wait a little longer, right?” you ask, but in a tone that basically makes it seem like an order. she glares at you, gaze full of lust yet worry. you could tell she liked the sense of being in control, and that she felt vulnerable in this state. she usually was doing the fucking, not whatever this is. and she was even more frustrated that she liked it.

she moaned, chest heaving up and down from the effort she’s putting in to not climaxing, especially inside of you. you ride her dick, changing the speed to your liking. sometimes moving painfully slow, making her sensitive tip throb at the sensation, other times riding it like there was no tomorrow, she felt it everywhere, your slick running up and down her entire shaft in a fast motion. “c-can i cum yet? you’re being so - fuck - annoying.” she messily asks you, the feeling of you bouncing on her making her stumble over her words.

“maybe i’d let you if you weren’t so goddamn impatient.” you say, moaning out the words.

you were making it so hard for her, she actually thought she would pass out. thankfully for her, though, you quickly get closer to finishing, the noises coming out of your mouth getting louder and higher. then, you feel yourself clench around her length.

seeing you like this, hearing you call out her name as you came all over her cock, it all just made her arousal grow even more. she really couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“y/n please get off i need to cum ineedtocu-“

“cum inside of me.” you interrupted, you were still coming down from your high and you needed her to fill you up. you were on the pill, but she didn’t need to know that yet. you wanted to see how far she would actually go. “w-what? are you fucking crazy what if i get you pre-“ you cut her off by lifting yourself up on her cock, then back down, earning a cute moan from her.

“fill me up, wony. do it.”

upon hearing those words, the nickname, her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip, throwing her head back as she pants from all the different feelings she felt. she would’ve actually thought about it more if she wasn’t horny out of her mind at the moment.

a mind blanking orgasm hits her, and you can feel the familiar feeling of her warm thick juices filling up your cunt again as you both moan in unison. she rambles out fucks and oh my gods as she takes it all in. watching her become such a mess just because of you.. if you weren’t so tired, that would’ve definitely made you wanna fuck her again. poor baby has probably never even been edged by a girl before.

you watched her as she came down from her high, head still thrown back as she’s panting and heaving. then, she lifts it back up to look at you, smiling shyly. was this the same wonyoung you knew? because if yes, she got significantly cuter.

you laid down on her, resting your head in the crook of her neck. you didn’t even bother pulling her dick out of you, it felt comfortable, and honestly? you were way too lazy to.

“so, are you gonna be telling this to your friends?” you jokingly ask her.

“they’d never let me live it down if they knew you got me begging for you, girl.. so, no.” she confessed, making you giggle.

“also shawty, if you do get pregnant, just be aware that i will not be taking care of the baby.” she adds.

you hum, “you’ll still fuck me whenever you feel like it though, right?”

she chuckles in response, “i mean..

if you insist.”

[prettyboykatsuki]

give yourself up, my treat | h. sakura

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader (referred to as girlfriend, descriptions of makeup and nails), implied to be shorter than sakura, omorashi, piss!!!! / wetting, humiliation, lots of crying / embarrassment, praise kink, somewhat public, femdom, depictions of subspace, d/s dynamics, like... soft loving sex as aftercare but this is honestly pure kink lol sorry, 18+

✮ wc ; 4.6k (i dont want to talk about it man)

✮ a/n ; this is piss kink. like. full stop. full stop omorashi. im warning you now that this is piss kink to the highest extent. srry sakura . finally let him top and it was after making him piss himself. rip

also!! while sakura is describing how shameful he feels he is doing this all very willingly. they have a safeword but sakura does not feel any need to use it.

✮ synopsis ; sakura lets you push his limits any way you please.

Sakura listens to everything you say. Like some kind of moron.  

Can’t help himself really, as much as it irritates him to admit. 

That’s always just been his instinct. Any time he finds himself in unfamiliar waters, he leans into that as much as possible. He’s survived a long time by trusting his intuition and a longstanding distrust of other people. It speaks a lot to someone's character usually if Sakura is even mildly inclined to trust them.  

He isn’t sure if it’s his intuition that drives him to follow your order without question, but it’s a strong enough pull he finds he can’t help himself even when he so, so badly wants to resist it.  

It’s not Sakura’s fault. It’s not really yours either.  That’s just how you’ve always been. How its always been. 

(Once, well before you and Sakura were a thing - Nirei had made an observation about you. Called you disarming. Suo laughed and agreed before adding that it felt a little misleading to describe you that way even if it was true. 

 You had just moved into the area after a disciplinary case in your hometown. You’d beat up another student who was bullying your friend, got expelled and moved out on your own after the fact. Cut ties with your family and everything.  

Despite the general air of mystery around you, there was  something about you that Sakura felt pulled him in. For some reason, you never triggered his fight or flight even when it was way easier to do it. For some reason you made him comfortable, always knowing his limits and rarely teasing him even for laughs.  

An undeniable magnetism to you appealed to him a lot more than it repulsed him. ) 

Over the years, Sakura has mulled a lot over your relationship. How you approached him at fifteen with a cool, carefree attitude that left him uselessly infatuated against his will. How you took your time in getting to know him for years. Later, how you confessed. Roped him into the relationship so seamlessly that by the time things happened for real, Sakura felt totally unnerved by how inevitable—how deliberate you were about it right from the start. Something that occurred to him too late.  

You’ve always been good at placating his many troubles too, even when you’re the cause of them. His lingering paranoia, his serious attitude, his inability to deal with compliments. You handle all of it with such grace it’s like those parts of him don’t even exist. Maybe it’s because you went through something similar to him, but you understand all of it well - though you dealt with it in the opposite way he does.  

Your carefree acceptance has proved to have a good influence on him. He’s less anxious and more relaxed around you. He always feels like listening to you, and always does - and after dating for four years, he’s rarely mad about it.  

Sakura always listens to everything you say because some part of him is conditioned too. His body does it instinctively, placing more trust in your words than he does in even himself. You’ve built that in him. 

As troublesome as you can be, you’ve yet to lead him astray.

Embarrassing as it is, a long relationship has instilled a sense of obedience  to you and his… love for you that runs deeper even than his intuition.  

That’s why, when you tell Sakura to— 

“Drink,”  

—he does it without hesitation.  

He drinks another cup of tea in one gulp before wiping the corner of his lip as you smile at him very briefly.  

He no longer feels a clear sense of how much time has passed, despite the fact he’s currently very sober.  

Cramped against the wall, Sakura’s head spins as you lean your weight against his other side and chat with Umemiya over drinks. An airy smile on your lips and gentle look in your eye. Damn you.  

His chest heaves as the thick, warm air enters his lungs and stifles his already difficult breathing further. Dim lights overhead cast shadow underneath the table and only barely illuminate the topside well enough to see the remnants of a long night. Empty glasses, canisters of beer and shochu as well as a variety of small plates cleared of everything apart from stray crumbs littering its surface.  

Around him, his loved ones part into small groups and chat amongst each other. Sakura has no idea what the topic of conversation is anymore. He hasn’t heard anything other than the sound of your voice in his head for an hour and hasn’t spoken up for the last thirty minutes. When someone tries to call him into conversation, he mumbles something before you speak for him and no one bats an eye at this for which Sakura’s fucking grateful.  

It’s so hard to think of anything when his bladder feels this painfully full.  

His head is filled with white noise, red flush crawling even further along his neck until it dusts along his nose - up to the ends of his ears. Under the table, your fingers drift subtly to his inner thigh and push inward. Sakura winces, biting back a pathetic little whimper and glaring at you weakly from the corner of his eyes.  

This is torture.  

You aimlessly draw something in his thigh with your fingers before smiling gently as you nudge another cup of lukewarm tea his way. Leaning in while your conversation partners are all distracted by ordering something else, you whisper into his ear. The light warmth of your breath makes him shake, painful pressure in his abdomen steadily increases as the liquid starts to travel down his throat. Your hand is careful as it slides underneath his black t-shirt and lightly grazes his skin. It’s dark enough to not be obvious. The dull ends of your manicured nails scratch lightly at the soft, lower swell of his belly before the pads of your fingers push hard into his core.  

His body gives into the pressure, eyes widening with fear at the sudden sensation. He barely stifles a gasp before shooting you another mean look you easily ignore.  

“Haruka,” You hand him his cup again, filled to the very brim with liquid. “Drink some more tea,”  

He grits his teeth. 

“Fucksake. I can’t—I can’t.”  

You raise an eyebrow as your hand smooth down his thighs. Your lips quirk up into a smile so smug it nearly rocks him out of his anger.  

“Is that right?”  

A test. He’s always welcome to give up. He knows that. He knows that if he does you won’t hold it against him either. You want him to do it because he wanted too, always. He hates that about you.  

Sakura grinds his teeth and takes a hold of the ceramic tea cup, knocking the lukewarm tea back in one go. Your expression morphs into something pleased and endeared from the corner of his eyes and his heart starts to flutter. He isn’t sure if he’s thankful or not for all the people around, for the environment.  

It gives you free reign to lean even further into him and whisper the words he’s been desperately aching to hear all evening.  

“Good boy,” You hum, careful and deliberate. A innocent kiss gets placed on his cheek, the lipgloss dampening his skin. “You’re being so, so strong.”  

The words him melt him unwittingly. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, the rush of affection threads through his nerves and unwinds his sense of danger further. Enough that he might slip completely. He has to hold it until the clock hits midnight. Just until then. You’ll take a cab home and Sakura will relieve himself finally, finally. It’s seventeen more minutes until he can go home and empty his bladder. He can’t screw up now.  

This is the first time you’ve made Sakura hold in public. You’ve always been considerate enough to do it at home where the safety net of your mutual understanding and familiar bathroom are there even if he fails to keep it in. Even if he pissed himself in your living room or in your bedroom - it can be dry cleaned or tossed. Most of all there’s no one to explain it too.  

In public it’s different. He could pretend that he’s  drunk and while it wouldn’t be less fucking embarrassing  - at least it’s understandable. Sakura is sure that’s part of the reason you chose a place like this do to attempt such a public play. To give him the out, just in case.  

But regardless, the shame and humiliation of not being able to hold it in front of everyone he knows is a threat. It’s just so goddamn embarrassing. So horrible and awful. The anxiety makes his stomach churn but he can’t focus on a damn thing else.  

He has to go. He has too.  

He always whines about how much he hates this but you both know he doesn’t entirely mean it. It’s not that he likes this miserable sensation, as much as he likes how you get off on it. How sadistic it turns his unusually kind and light-hearted girlfriend.  

 You’ve always relished in Sakura’s shame like the freak you are. Pure pleasure on your face and absolute adoration as you watched Sakura break apart slowly and guide him through it with hushed whispers. Watching  the light color of his jeans or joggers stain dark from wetness or watch him be jostle around enough to almost piss but not enough to give him actual relief.  Teasing him until he trickles and makes his own boxers damp enough to be uncomfortable—to be cognizant  of the fact he’s pissed himself helplessly while not being able to take care of it on his own. Not without your explicit permission. 

You’ve done all sorts of play together. Usually, you have and indoor date and movie night where Sakura knocks back a few liters over of water over long few hours and gets increasingly desperate. And you get him hard during that, always sure to tease him until he’s just on the edge of wetting himself.  

You always shower together afterwards. Yet, you don’t hesitate to touch Sakura’s soft, piss soaked cock with reverence either way. Quick to praise him, whether or not he’s failed or succeeded in holding it. Despite how shameful the whole thing is and how much he protested it at the start  - some part of him deep, deep down can admit he sort of likes it. Or at least, he likes the pleasure he gets from you when you take the reigns.  

It feels good, though he really resents even kind of admitting that. The relief from holding and holding and holding and then finally getting to let go is just as good every time. Pissing himself always feels good in the moment.  

And you’re always so aroused by him after. He likes that way more than everything else being frank. Likes the way you get wet over his humiliation. Likes how softly you stroke and lick his cock when he’s all cleaned up, eyes lidded and full of pure love as he gets to cum too  - another reward for holding in so well. He loves the warm whispers of good boy against his neck and shoulders when you finally sink down on his length and the way you feel when he holds you in his lap and buries his face into your shoulder.  

All of that feels so much better when he does what he’s told and he likes listening to you. So even though it’s usually against his best interest in conditions like these - he bites his tongue and continues to drink until he feels like he’s sating your appetite, silently ignoring the ballooning in his bladder only getting worse with each pass of breath.  

And he drinks, and drinks, and drinks until the clock hits midnight.  

You’re deliberately brutal in the last seventeen minutes. In that time, you make Sakura down at least another half liter of liquid and continue to tease him all the way until the izakaya closes. He’s antsy by the time the night ends. His friends slowly disperse outside and go home in different directions until it’s just the two of you waiting for a taxi to come pick you up.  

Sakura is counting the fucking seconds.  

He needs to go,  but he doesn’t want to piss himself in the taxi. His legs are crossed, shifting his weight anxiously as you hold his hand and smile plainly like nothing in the world is going on. 

Another two minutes until the cab arrives, another twelve to go home. You hum to yourself as you reach your hand up and caress the back of his neck,  palm brushing the trimmed hair and sliding slowly over his rapid pulse and flush skin. With no one around, you don’t bother hiding your intentions. You slide your hand just into the waistband of his black jeans, just above his soft cock.  

His brows raise high as your eyes lock.  

And then you push at that angle - push hard enough he feels a slight trickle. Not enough to stain his light-wash jeans, but enough that the fabric of his underwear is noticeably damp. Sweat forms at his temple from a mix of stress and shame - eyes screwed closed as he curses. He’s afraid to look at you but does anyway.  

You’re smiling just as warmly as he thought you’d be. His voice cracks under the weight.  

He thinks this is the hardest it’s ever been. The pressure is so much stronger when there’s stakes and Sakura is mildly horrified. And he has to go so bad, so bad he can’t think of anything else.  

“Fucking—,” He crumbles, feeling shameful and red faced and lightheaded as he admits this to you with trembling lips and terrified eyes. “Dunno if I can make it home, I need to - “  

You stand in front of him and push up slightly to kiss him. It’s a nice distraction. Your soft, sweet lips salve his nerves just a touch. You gaze up at him lovingly.  

“It’s okay baby, promise. Home soon.”  

The words of protest die on his lips. Despite being taller than you, Sakura finds himself feeling so incredibly small. So incredibly helpless and so, so dependent on you in that moment he hardly knows what to do with himself. It usually takes him longer to get like this. You’re the only that can bat for him if he really does wet himself. He’s doing everything you say, being obedient, chasing after the familiar high of the aftermath and it’s sinking him so deep into that headspace. He feels suspended in air.  

He grips your hands a little tighter and you smile at him. His brows furrow.  

“Wanna hold me a little baby? On the way home.”  

He nods feeling as tender as ever and you nod back, kissing his temple.  

“Mm. Good boy. It’s okay.”  

He hides a whimper into your hair as he hugs you from behind, a light laugh leaving your lips when he does. Two minutes feels like two hours.  

The taxi pulls up not long after. You open the doors for him and talk to the driver, giving him your address. Something plays on the radio that gets turned up to give you and Sakura some room as the driver makes way. It’s a short, short drive over to your apartment. Just seven minutes.  

As soon as the driver steps on the gas, Sakura turns his gaze on you pleadingly. And you smile at him, shifting to lay a little against his chest. He buries his face against your shoulder in measured breaths as your other hand comes up to play with his hair.  

“You’re extra whiny today,” You whisper without any malice. A doting edge to your words. “Can’t help it can you? We’re almost home, baby.”  

Sakura bites back another whimper, mustering as much sense into his speech as he can though he hardly wants to talk. Hardly wants to think, either.  

“So close, Haruka. Just a little more and then you can go.” You nudge him with your nose “Such a good boy.”  

“So full,” The words come out hot, on a heavy breath as his hand grips your waist tighter. “Can’t—no more,”  

“Shh,” You soothe. The shared affection between you looks like normal PDA through the reflection in the drivers mirror and it makes him feel even more self-conscious. “Three more minutes, Haru. A minute or two to walk in. Two minutes in the elevator, and another two to get the door unlocked. Nine minutes. You’ve held it for so long. I know you can hold it in a little longer.”  

He grits his teeth and closes his eyes. “Tell me I’m good.”  

“So good baby.” You nuzzle against the crown of his head. “So, so good.”  

The next few minutes feel like a complete blur.  

One more light until the driver pulls into the parking lot of your complex, politely wishing you goodnight before pulling away. Sakura nearly has to lean on you as you walk into the empty elevator and take the trip upstairs. His grip on your hand is tight as you lead him through the corridor, grips even tighter as you fish your keys out from your purse and unlock the door.  

The sound of the lock undoing makes Sakura feel so relieved. You usher him in carefully, his thighs tight and knees nearly buckling from the pressure of his bladder. He’s so full it’s painful, so full it aches and it’s so much he can’t think about anything except that and how much he wants to be free from it. He's delirious and sweaty. He just needs to go so badly.

He tries to rush to the bathroom but jostling around while he walks doesn't work out well.

A looming sense of panic sets in immediately.. He knows what's coming instinctively - the uncontrollable relaxation on his muscles when his body has reached his limit. He looks up at you pleadingly, though he’s not sure what he’s even asking you for.

He can’t think.  Barely moving as something starts to unfold inside of him, crashing into him all at once.

It’s obvious that he’d start to feel the urge to piss when he's comfortable at hom, finally in his own space but— 

He shakes his head, looking at you with blown out eyes.

“I can’t,” He hiccups as he shuffles closer and closer to the living room, teary at his lashline Trying his best to get to the bathroom and failing. “Can’t make it to the—fuck, please, I can’t. It’s.—It’s gonna, I’m gonna  -“  

Your eyes widen in understanding as you crouch just at the entrance alongside him, petting his back.  

“Oh sweetheart,” Your voice is the softest, sweetest sound he’s heard all night. “Poor thing. Shh, it’s okay baby. Let go. It’s alright, I promise. You did so good.”  

Something in him...breaks. Shatters.

His eyes go wide before they blur with tears and piss leaks from between his legs unwittingly. 

Sakura is reduced down to sobbing. His whole body shudders so hard, he’s knees buckling under the weight as the pressure finally stops. He can’t help but listen, even though he’s so, so ashamed of himself.  

Fuck. Fuck, it feels so good.  

Sakura finally, finally lets go. He crumbles under his own weight, shrinking down to his knees as he feels it soak through the layers in a hot rush between his legs. His clothes dampen and drench as he lets out long breaths. You card your fingers through his hair as he sobs through the endless stream. It feels like it’s never going to stop. He can’t open his eyes to look but he can feel the puddle forming underneath him, how it soaks into his jeans and shoes and makes them wet. How ashamed and humiliated he feels being completely unable to stop himself from wetting himself. It flows and flows and flows, testament to just how much he had to drink.  

The entirety of his pant leg is soaked with his own piss and mess. Embarrassment makes him curl up as he’s unable to stop once he starts. It goes on for so long. But it feels so good to let it out. The sheer sense of relief is more of what’s making him sob than anything else.  

Piss trickles down his legs as he heaves through deep breaths and short sobs. He feels your hands cup his face as you bend in a squat, unconcerned with the way it splashes against your shoes or tights. When he finally gets his vision back as you swipe his tears away, you’re looking at him with such reverence he wants to cry all over again.  

“You did so good baby,” You praise, warming him. You kiss him on the lips first before brushing against the crown of his head. “So good. You’re so perfect. Let’s get you cleaned up, hm? Give you you your reward.” 

He sniffles as he stares at you. “You’re such a damn pervert.”  

You laugh a little. “Mm, that’s true. Sorry, baby.”  

__  

Clean-up is always less of a hassle then he expects it to be.  

Maybe because you have a routine for it now, but it doesn’t take very long at all. You do most of the heavy lifting during it which only worsens the feeling helplessness Sakura has been experiencing for the last few hours. He doesn’t make any effort to get away or out from that headspace, though it dies down with time. The promise of a reward has been the only thing keeping him level for hours now and he’d be damned to let it all go to waste after he worked so hard.  

After a long, warm shower and change of clothes  - Sakura finally gets what he wants more than anything.  

Affection and attention.  

In the safety of your bedroom, Sakura feels particularly floaty as he holds you in your lap. Lazy and worn out, he nuzzles himself against your neck as he feels your naked torso squish against his. He’s too embarrassed to tell you verbally like this that he loves you and hopes the nuzzling does the job for him. 

Your nails feel good on his scalp as you card them again through his wet hair. Your skin smells nice too, and you’re soft and warm. The mellow thump of your heartbeat soothes him as you shower him in endless praise. It’s usually impossible for you to do this. Only when he’s bone tired like this do you get the chance.  

Too embarrassing to let you do it unless he’s worked hard for it like he did today.  

Sakura feels his length slide against your pussy and lets out a soft noise. You’re always so wet during this kind of play. It makes him feel wanted in a way he finds cringeworthy and doesn’t dare voice. Still, he doesn’t mind the feeling - aimlessly sliding his hips up and against your slick folds with a huff.  

You do him the favor of moving. Copying the gesture by sliding yourself up and against his cock without penetration. His fingers tighten on your hips, cock painfully sensitive as he whimpers. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, weepy and spent and red as he humps against you even harder - lost in the sensation.  

“Wanna cum like this Haruka? Don’t need to ask permission.”  

“Nghh.”  

He nods wordlessly as you grind yourself down harder onto him. His tip passes over your clit enough times to make you sigh pleasantly, and that sound drives him over the edge. Thick ropes of white cum spills against your soft pussy as Sakura moans and shudders  violently. Despite how close you are, he can’t help but feel like it’s not close enough.  

Maybe you sense it, because you do him the favor of sliding yourself onto his half hard cock without so much as another word. It’s still not enough for him, but it sates him better than before at least. He wraps his arms around you hard and squeezes tight. Just for a little while.  

He scowls a little as he looks up at you, sobering up enough to form a sentence after spending some time hugging you. “Have you cum yet?”  

“Don’t worry about it, baby.”  

“Shut up,” He replies with no bite and a scowl. Another flush crawls across his face. “I can make you feel good too.”  

You raise your eyebrow. 

“Sounds like you’re declaring war not trying to give me an orgasm. I’m glad I made you feel good though,” You add cheekily. He flusters immediately, instinctively getting aggressive but not wanting to shove you off of him even as you break out into a fit of laughter.  

“Fuck off. I d-don’t feel good doing that weird shit with you. I only do it because - “ 

You interject. “Because you love me? That’s a better reason to you? How sweet Haru.”  

He frowns deeply.  

“Be quiet, you—don’t put words in my mouth, damn it.”  

“Pfft, okay. I’m sorry. I hope I’m not pushing you too much.”  

He huffs a little, pouting as he goes back to pressing his cheek to your skin. His voice is a touch softer than it was before.  

“I don’t do things for bullshit reasons. Stupid.”  

“I’m glad, then. Even so, you had a tough time today hm? So I’ll let you fuck me as much as you like. Just do whatever you feel like.”  

“I wanna…return to the favor or whatever.” He says after thinking on it. “Just… wanna make you feel good too. Like….” His voice goes small “…You make me feel. Or whatever.”  

You smile at him. He can feel it, not see it. He’s avoiding looking at your face since he’s sure you’re all goofy and loveydovey.  

“The floor is all yours. No rush though okay? I like spoiling you and we’ve got all night.”  

Sakura scowls, casting his gaze down at the bedroom floor. “….I love you.”  

You smile and press another kiss to his head. He feels so content he wants to die. Your reply comes easily anyway.  

“I love you too, Haruka.”  

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Yoooo I was wondering if you could write a fanfic about Jason Todd x Reader where Jason and Dick Grayson fight over the Reader but in the end the Reader Picks Jason?

I had the thought of you having the powers of Diego and Five from TUA (mainly teleportation and knife throwing skills). Also I did have another idea for this request but I figured I’d go with this one. And I'm sorry this took so long

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Within the very early hours of the morning, you’re watching from above at the two brothers arguing. It was not much of a surprise, they always had an argument about something.

But what surprised you a bit was that they were talking about you. Hearing your name go between the two had you curious, so you got their attention by asking, “The fuck you two fighting about now?” 

At the sound of your voice, it made the two jump, their weapons clutched in their hands. 

Once they knew it was you, who’s now sitting on top of a garbage bin, they placed their weapons back into their holsters. 

“What are you doing here?” Dick asked.

“Making sure the two of you weren’t dead, dying in an alleyway or getting yourselves beaten,” you replied, leaning back onto your hands and swinging your legs gently. “Since I’ve answered your question, now you answer mine; the fuck were you two fighting about?”

Dick glances over to the anti-hero of a brother, silently asking him to help. “Oh, no. Don’t look at me.”

“I- we-” Looking back at you, he watches you play a knife around in your hand. “He- well, you see, uh, Jason, wanna help?”

“No. You’re doing great.”

Sighing, Dick just gives you the answer. “Jason and I were arguing about who gets to ask you out.”

“How do you know if I’m not going out with someone already?”

“We would know, Stabby.” Jason answers this time.

Teleporting in front of him, he just stares at you, used to you teleporting in front of him. “Would we now, Red? ‘Cause it seems like Birdy doesn’t know.”

“Know what?!”

All Dick gets for an answer is Jason’s hands on your hips to bring your body against his. “Hope you’re having fun, Red.”

As Jason leans in to give you a kiss, he stumbles a bit as you had teleported out of his hold to sit back on the garbage bin. “Sly fox,” he mumbles to himself.

“I’m already taken, Dick. Your asshole brother beat you to it.”

Baffled, Dick just blinks at you. “I- For how long?” 

“A few months.” Jason answers this time. “After Bruce’s gala.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only you.” After saying that, Dick slumps his shoulders in defeat. “Might never know though.” He looks at you, head tilting in confusion. “Might start dating you too.”

DC TAGS @sen-nes

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What is left

Daniel Van Ness x reader, (infidelity, but like it was falling appart anyway, the usual for the show) 986 words

a/n : me : doesn't write on anything for months, decides Daniel Van Ness will be it because of an hyperfixation on an edit or smt

Also I think this is the first Daniel fic on Tumblr, does that make me an avantgarde-thing ? We shall see.

Had to use this gif cause like hello the big dick energy

!!! @axreliono this one is for you !!! Tagging my other bitches (lovingly) that might like this : @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos

Surprise is too small a word to express Daniel’s reaction when his morning starts with you leaning against his office desk. He recoils, the coffee cup in his hand overflows on one side, burning the back of his hand, but he doesn’t drop it like his mouth does, in a silent question. So many questions, in fact, because here you are—in front of him, in Colombia—not back in that low-rank, basement office in Chile, overworked and underpaid.

‘’ Hey, Danny, heard you had been dropped off here too. ‘’

Here as in Cali—here, in another rotation, after you had told him in tears that you had to go back home, that you couldn’t stay, that you couldn’t do it anymore. This work, this job, the distance.

‘’ I thought- You- ‘’

‘’ I know, I’m sorry. I should have called. ’’

Your voice is soft, a hint of regret, but he realizes that he never did call you either, that maybe he should have too. Told you that he wouldn’t be in Chile if you ever came back, that he had to move on. You push yourself off the desk and towards him, so close that he can smell your perfume. It draws him back, siphons him away in the hot humidity that is Santiago, Chile, back then when your scent would linger on his sheets. He hates that he still feels the sweat on his body, tastes the salt on your skin.

It takes everything in him not to step back again, but he lets you get closer, lets you press a hand on his bicep, lets you stammer and hesitate as you try to get the words out.

‘’ Danny… ‘’ Your eyes can’t seem to meet his for too long, ‘’ I tried to, but everything was different and I didn’t want to impose, or hurt you again.‘’ Your fingers tighten on his shirt, ‘’ I signed the divorce papers. I told him everything and we tried to make it work, but I- ‘’

‘’ You came to Colombia instead. ‘’

He watches as you retreat, your hand falling off his arm, taking a step back so you can more easily look up at him.

‘’ They just sent me here. I didn’t know you were assigned to Cali until I bought the ticket. ‘’

He knew you were married, you had been clear about that from the start, when he would hang out around your office more, drive you home and spend minutes talking in his car after a drink at the bar, but you had also told him about how rocky it had been for years now, that the Chile rotation was just a way to put off the inevitable. You didn’t seem to mind, so he decided he didn’t either.

‘’ I was put on Salcero’s case a few months ago, ‘’ you begin, ‘’ Back in the States, just going through hours and hours of recorded calls. They want us to work it together since you’ve made contact with him already.’’

He doesn’t know what to say, he lets the ceramic of his coffee cup continue to burn his fingertips, lets you analyze his face as if you couldn’t remember it, all of him.

‘’ Please, Danny. ‘’

Say something. You are pleading and he hates how the sound of his name on your lips makes his heart seize like a teenager, how it warms up his chest at the same time.

It feels like years ago at this point, when you came knocking on his door in the middle of the night. You can’t be out at night at this hour- why are you crying? What is going on? Years ago when he brought you back to the airport, with only your small bag and a one-way ticket. I can’t do this, Danny, I have to go home.

It is his turn to reach towards you, to bring you back, wrapping a hand around your bicep. Your skin is warm, but even though it sends chills throughout his arm.

‘’ I missed you, ‘’ Is all he finds the courage to say, ‘’ I’m glad you’re on the team. ‘’

He can feel the change in the air when your hand raises to touch his wrist, when his hold doesn’t feel like a colleague welcoming another anymore, how his thumb has been caressing your skin for too long now.

‘’ I am deeply sorry, Danny. ‘’ You say again, your fingertips brushing the outside of his wrist. He can see the freckles on your face, ‘’ I should have stayed. ‘’

He doesn’t have to think, he just does, moving his other hand up, pushing hair away from your face, fingers wrapping behind your neck. He does not think again when he brings you closer, softly, giving you an out, an option to refuse, to tell him that he read this all wrong.

You close the gap, head first, nose brushing his, moving up to meet him halfway. You taste like coffee and something sweet, something different. You are pressed against him, warm thighs on his, parting to make way for his own.

It is a brief kiss, over almost as soon as it starts. He doesn’t deepen it, doesn’t push for it to start again. There has to be a better moment for this, somewhere when his coffee is not staining his shirt cuff, where the phones don’t ring and eyes might catch.

‘’ You’re thinking too much. ‘’ You murmur, pushing on your toes to brush your nose against his one last time, breathing him in.

It catches him off guard, but he knows you are right, reading through him like a book as always. He wants to say so many things, but he can’t find the words.

‘’ I missed you. ‘’ He decides to say instead. It makes him feel good, relieved.

He means it.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I actually have discovered I lack the motivation for a new fic so here's various blurbs for Punk Remus corrupting Christian Virgil that I like. Insert Blasphemy and Sacrilegious Activities tags here. And there are a few suggestive ones because it's Remus I don't know how else to form it. Basically I'm sorry in advance :3

- Virgil got that purity culture BS from his parents about like being a virgin before marriage. So like. Extra virgin. Remus changes these things. No details because I want to still be welcomed on this blog 🙏

- They actually meet in a church bathroom (it's really awkward Virgil walks out of a stall to wash his hands and Remus is just sitting in the window smoking) (he doesn't want to be there) (went with his parents and then ditched) (this is only like 50% of the time of me thinking about it tho) (didn't go outside bc they thought it was funny to smoke in church) (made a holy shit joke to Virgil. That was his first sentence. If you shit in a church is it holy shit) (somehow it fucking works) (romance is not dead, fellas, its hidden in the shit jokes)

- the first not Christian song Virgil years is Welcome To The Black Parade by MCR. That's why it's really special to him. Inspired the emo.

- I feel like no matter what Remus' bedroom is covered wall to wall in just. Whatever he wants. Pride flags, tapestries, posters, signs he's stolen, random shit he's thumb-tacked onto the wall, LEDs and fairy lights and lamps. There is no open wall space. This is all a bit overwhelming for Virgil at first (remember: sad beige baby) but he comes to love it and all the things he can look at

- every hickey Virgil gets pre-moving in with Remus is hidden underneath a shirt. Remus leaves ONE above his collarbones and Virgil literally has to tell his parents it was a bruise from how he slept. Remus gets HELLA scolded for that

- Virgil does smoke a cigarette with Remus. He does not like it. They also shotgun a cigarette. He has mixed feelings on that. Virgil does the devil's lettuce with Remus. He enjoys this. A lot.

- Virgil's first time drunk on something other than communion wine (half joking) is with Remus. They skip town thrice over in order to go to a bar where Virgil won't be known and tattled on. Remus is surprisingly very protective and good to him. Takes him home, takes off his shoes and coat, tucks him in, puts a trash can next to him for tomorrow.

- A lot of late night drives through the parks. I mean, it's late, Virgil doesn't have a curfew. They drive through the parks and find a cozy corner to talk where nobody will see or hear them. Maybe they smooch a little. A lot.

- SO many religious conversations. So many. Just. So many. Remus wants the communion wine and the little crackers. Virgil has to explain he cannot have the wine and crackers. Remus calls him wine and a cracker. Then asks if eating the wine and cracker is cannibalism. Then talks about cannibalism.

- my favorite one: Virgil asks Remus to come with him to church one time. Just once. Maybe Virgil is having a hard time (not religiously like externally) and wants to go for comfort but can't stand the thought of leaving Remus. So this like total punk walks into a church and sits with Virgil and... knows all of it? The prayers, the statements, the right times for everything. Virgils shocked. They leave the church later and he's like ???. Remus answers "what? Didn't think I was a church kid? Don't I look like a pastor's kid?" Haha yeah plot twist I love this.

- virgils parents want to meet his "new little friend." Remus can't hide all of the punkness but it tries. Virgil is surprised when he shows up with a clean mouth (swearing + brushed his teeth), long sleeves to hide the tattoos, plastic (mostly invisible) piercings to try and hide the ones he can, hair tied back in a respectable position (is a mullet ever respectable? /j /lh) It doesn't make them 100% like him but he tries and he may succeed a little.

There are definitely more but I also have a habit of sending in asks at 1am and it is 12:52 am and I need eep. I looooooove corruption fics where it's totally cool. Like yeah there's some concern but still that's the good shit. Also hi 🐸 anon (or anyone else) if you read this and any of these inspire you, take em :3

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V A L I D but I fucking L O V E A L L of this!!! Ree W O U L D make a holy shit joke in a church and of course it works on Vee manz is dorksexual XD /light hearted Poor Ree has to get scolded by his boyf for the hickey wear turtlenecks then Emo XD I seriously L O V E their bond and how carefree they are with each other and the fact that the chaotic Punk at least tries to put an effort to look presentable around Vee's parents to make a good impression is really sweet <3 (Also I'm O B S E S S E D with that plot twist of course Ree would know the church like the back of his hand but Vee's confusion makes it more hilarious XD)

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 2 English translation

Heya, I know this is late... but my eye problems continued until the symptoms got better last Tuesday, on April 2nd. Long story short, I had difficulties keeping my eyes physically open without them feeling irritated or hurting after 6pm, which really cut away my time to translate for the past two weeks as I normally translate in the evenings, which didn’t help when I was actively cutting back on my screen time while that happened. Overall, my symptoms seemed to have cleared up for the most part since I started using Hypochlorous acid as recommended by my optometrist and I have thankfully stopped needing to walk around with a damp towel everywhere for relief. 

Anyway, I decided to post these as soon as I finish them to make up for the post-less March... I’m about a quarter way through track 3 (it and track 4 are over 10min), but I already have 5 and 6 done so it hopefully won’t take too long? I’m really sorry bout that!

Also, for various reasons, I've decided not to tag the characters for the rest of this drama for the time being. I'll tag them a week after I post the last track... if I remember to. 

Anyway, enjoy! 

Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 2: How to use reward money

Translation by KumoriYami

(pacing footsteps)

Saito: There's no need to worry about this myself, I'll just ask Yukimura directly. Thinking this, I came to her room... 

But, how do I say this? Isn't it strange to suddenly ask “do you want a a woman’s kimono?” Or should I indirectly ask about what can be done to make her feel happy? No, but not only that there’s....

(door opens)

Saito: Ah! Yu-Yukimura! No, I wasn't doing anything. Anyway, can I have some of your time? There's something I wanted to tell you...

Saito: Nn, then, excuse me.

(door closes)

Saito: Yukimura, um, ermhm... What I'm going to say isn't important, no, not only is it a trivial matter that doesn't matter at all... Um.... 

(footsteps from outside)

Harada: Hey, Chizuru, you there?

(Door opens)

Harada: Fu... Sorry, looks like you already have a guest? 

Saito: No, it's fine, you have something to speak about?

Harada: Ah, yeah, just now, what was her name? That girl named Sen came to visit. I'm sorry, Saito, can you bring Chizuru to see her? I have to go on patrol next.

Saito: I understand. Yukimura, let’s go.

..................

Sen: Chizuru-chan, long time no see! But it actually hasn't been that long. I wanted to see Chizuru-chan quite a bit. The Shinsengumi haven't been bullying you, right? Are you okay?

Saito:....

Sen: Everyone's been treating you well? Really? You're not saying that because of this person next to you?

Saito: I’m sorry, I can’t leave.

Sen: I know that, I just wanted to hear her honest words.

Saito: Uh, hn....  

Sen: In any case, Chizuru-chan can't lie. I still remember when you came to Shimabara. Truly, you're really someone who shines the more you get polished! It was really trough after that time. There were a lot of people asking who that geisha was. Hey, would you like to come again? Kimigiku would also like to see you again, you can wear a beautiful kimono again!

Saito: A beautiful kimono... 

[recalling]

(Heisuke:  If I had a lot of money, I would give Chizuru a beautiful kimono. She was very happy!)

Saito: Sure enough, Yukimura, she...

Sen: Well, please think it about it! You're always welcome!... Now that I've seen Chizuru-can's smile, I should be going back soon. 

Saito: Ah, uh... is that okay?

Sen: Yes, although I am a bit reluctant to, I really just came to see her today. Next time, let's go out for tea and chat! See you, Chizuru-chan!

(Sen gets up[?])

Saito: Wait, it's dangerous for a woman to go/leave alone. I'll accompany you.

Sen:, No it's okay. I grew up and Kyoto and will be taking a safe road/route back. 

Saito: I have something I'd like to talk to you about. Could I please escort you? 

Sen: Something to say to me?  I understand. Then, let’s go. 

..............

(walking on a road)

Sen: How long will it be before you are all willing to let Chizuru-chan go/When will you be releasing Chizuru-chan?

Saito: That’s abrupt. 

Sen: She's confined at your headquarters from morning til night, day after day, and even though she's a young woman, she can't even dress up, She's obviously worried about her father's situation but can't go looking for him. She must be feeling very anxious.

Saito:.....

Sen: Do you understand how cruel you all are to her?

Saito; We have our own circumstances. 

Sen:....

Saito: But, what you say is understandable. 

Sen: Eh.

Saito: I did say that I wanted to speak to you. I just want Yukimura to be able to dress in a beautiful kimono/I want Yukimura to wear a beautiful kimono [can be interpreted either way]. Would it be possible to borrow a room at Shimabara? If she goes there, she’ll be able to act as a woman as she wishes to

Sen: Ah, Chizuru-chan will definitely be happy! Then, leave all the preparations to me! I'll bring out our most beautiful kimono! I also have to tell Kimigiku about this too!

Saito: No, you don't have to go to that extent. Just prepare a room...

Sen: Just escort me here. I have to go back and start preparing...!

Saito: Hey, wait... listen to what I have to say... 

(their voices fade)

Kazama: I see. It looks like this will be very interesting...

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My personal bias says that Saito never lets go of Chizuru cuz they get married. xD

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

New World (7)

Itachi Uchiha x Reader Fluff

Summary: The world War has met its end and Itachi has returned to his village. He questions whether he should set down his roots here when he meets a stranger. Or rather, a stranger is forced upon him by fate.

Warnings: perverts

Word Count: I want to go on a date with someone. But the thought of having a conversation with a stranger horrifies me.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Onsen! Onsen! Onsen! On~sen!!!" Naruto cannot hold in his excitement. He is all over the place. And the place is not small either. The quarters prepared for him and Kakashi overlook the zen garden in this lone property sitting on the hillside, right next to the temple. There are four quarters in total. And Kakashi has already scanned all four for any more foul play. Foul play, the phrase sounds almost comedic, given the recent events. The view of the dusky sky as the sun slowly bids farewell behind the mountains brings a stillness to the chaos that has been today. Kakashi takes a peaceful moment to appreciate it, while also wondering if his comrades were cursed or blessed. If they are cursed, they have been cursed in a rather beautiful way, he wonders. And just as another second passes, Kakashi suddenly feels the uncomfortable silence that has filled the room. His head whips around to find the menace he is carrying with him. Naruto is sitting on the porch outside, lost in a thought that reflects quite the discomfort on his face. "What's wrong?" Kakashi is genuinely curious. "Just wondering what Y/N must be going through," Naruto mumbles. "She was attacked for being a bit different than others and now her attackers just forced her into an accidental marriage. She barely got to catch her breath. Not to mention her having a nightmare last night."

Kakashi raises his brow at the boy. "And...what were you doing in the night outside?" "Looking for food?" Naruto says it like it is an obvious thing to do. Kakashi comes and sits next to him, taking in one deep breath. "Well, we can only hope she is okay. And if she's not, we are all here for her. And as far as accidental marriages go-" Kakashi runs his hand through his hair- "I am glad she is with Itachi right now." Naruto nods in agreement. The mentor and mentee look at the dipping sun for a few more minutes. "I would have punched Toge if he had succeeded in his plans to marry Y/N," Naruto declares softly. Kakashi's eyes narrow as his mask hides a smile. He pats Naruto on his back in affirmation. "You can have an hour in the onsen, as a treat."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Nami too is looking at the setting sun from her bedroom while unpacking your clothes even though it does not bring her any peace. A knock on the door makes her turn away from the scenic view to curse under her breath and grab the closest of her kunai in attack mode. "I come in peace," Kozuki announces, her hands raised to prove her words. "You will leave in pieces," Nami announces, not ready to take another word from Bamboo Village residents. "I swear to the Gods, Nami. I had no idea Toge was planning a quick wedding with your friend," Kozuki presses, taking a cautious step towards her. Nami raises her kunai to point at the woman. "Your people tortured her in her sleep last night-" she takes a step forward, emanating a toxic amount of rage- "sent assassins to kidnap and or kill her, and when that was not enough, your shit excuse of a ninja thought the best course of action would be to get married to her and claim her as his property." Kozuki can suddenly feel the pressure of Nami's wrath on herself. The usually composed woman is suddenly finding it hard to look into Nami's eyes and justify the actions of her village. "I'm sorry, Nami. It was all planned by Fukaboshi sensei and-" "I. Do not. Care," Nami whispers as she now stands close to her, raising the little hairs on Kozuki's back. "If I find any more of your senseis planning something for my friend that would hurt her in any way, I swear on your Gods, Kozuki, I will start from Fukaboshi's house and then burn my way to the other end of your village, with or without the people in it. I will make sure this land is turned to ashes by the next sunrise." Kozuki furrows her brows in shades of anger. She parts her lips to say something. But Nami is already pressing the tip of her Kunai on the woman's chest. "If you think this is an empty threat...or if you think I cannot do such a thing...try me." Silence. Nami leaves the room. Kozuki stands there; still as she can be. For a couple of seconds before her mind regains the grip on the moment and her body begins to shudder in fear.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Time as a concept has lost its hold on you. You do not remember how you got to the hot springs. Nor do you recall what the ladies said when they greeted you, saw the string on your wrist and guided you to the onsen at the farthest end. It never registers inside your mind the dimly lit area- away from the usual onsen sections- that is wider than your normal spring, decorated with flowers and coloured ribbons. All your body seems to do is dump your clothes in the nearest closet, throw the towel in one corner of the bathing area and then walk into the hot waters to find a comfortable corner where you can let a few tears out. The huge mirror on the opposite wall- where you can see your naked figure crying in the hot waters- makes it a bit worse. A few minutes pass and the tears ultimately stop even though the heaviness in your chest doesn't. Wiping away the residue of your sadness from your face, you blink to bring yourself back to reality, looking around you and wondering where Nami is. Why am I alone here? As if to answer your question, there is a knock on the sturdy wooden partition of the onsen. "Y/N?" a familiar voice calls for you. Itachi's voice. The heaviness in your chest suddenly seems to swirl. "Yes?" "I'm coming in," he simply announces. Your jaw drops in horror. And so does your body; deep inside the water till it is just your face that is visible over the surface. In between the rising vapours that have developed the perfect index of a mist around you, you see him enter in a blue t-shirt and shorts that seem too big for him.

"The...uh...ladies won't let me go to the men's...onsen," he declares softly. He does not look in your direction and instead looks down at his feet and then up at the starry sky. "Oh-" you suddenly seem to recall something from your zoned-out walk to the bath- "they did not let me go to the women's side either. Because of the s-" "Strings. Yes," Itachi adds, raising his wrist to show you his golden beads studded thread still secure in her wrist. Itachi stands there, shuffling his towel in his hand while shifting his weight between his legs. And you simply watch his figure, wondering how this man was once the most dangerous ninja in the entire world. "Do you..." you trail off, looking around before coming back to look at your saviour. "Is it safe to talk in here?" Itachi looks around for a moment before his fingers summon a sound shield around the area. "I'll head back then," he announces, confusing you a little. "No, don't go!" you nearly shout, regretting not setting the right weight of desperation in your voice. "I mean-I didn't mean to...you should stay. Please stay. I'd rather have you here than..." Images of Toge standing next to you at the temple cross your mind, making your spine shudder even inside the hot water. Itachi can sense the uneasiness as he finally looks into your eyes. And he knows that emotion is not for him. Putting the towel down on the wooden bench by the wall, he removes his shirt. A soft 'oh' leaves your lips as you watch the muscles on his back move. Your first instinct is to turn around and give him some privacy to undress. Your second instinct is to smack your insides for thinking of how you want to run your hands on those muscles. Your third instinct is to push your dark urges under the water as they scream for you to turn around and take a peak at the man in his naked glory. Your ears catch the gentle sploosh of water and your skin feels the gentle wave rushing towards your end, telling you he is in the same vicinity as you now. "Is something behind the rock?" Itachi asks before his lungs let out a breath of relief. You shake your head. It's just Itachi, Y/N. Be an adult about this. He is also stuck in a situation with you. Nothing wrong with two adults in hot o-

You turn around. And forget to breathe. Itachi has taken the support of the rock on the left corner of the hot pool. The lanterns are reflecting their warm hues from his face down right to where his happy trail meets the water. Itachi Uchiha's clothes need to do justice to his sculpted body. His arms are toned, his biceps flexing as his elbows grace the rock beneath him. His chest and abs are shaped to human perfection. He has dropped his head back; his hair tied in a loose ponytail, his eyes closed, lost in the relief of the healing hot waters. Even with such a breathtaking view, you feel those soft lights not doing justice to the physical embodiment of the man in front of you. For a moment there, tiny stings of a simmering foreign emotion press inside your chest as your gaze is stuck on the yellow and orange lights of the lanterns having abundant opportunity of touching his skin and bouncing away. You do not realise how long you have been shamelessly staring at him; many times you have run your hands along his jaw before teasing his lips with your fingertips. You do not remember when you started wondering what his neck would feel like under your touch, as your fingers moved on his body inside your mind, grazing the tiny hairs in the middle of his chest, teasing them before reaching over his hard-built core. Your heat builds up between your legs when those mental images of your fingers travelling down, are slowly making their way past the belly button, reaching the happy trail and daring to walk further below the surface of the water. "Stop," Itachi's voice growls as his head whips in your direction and his eyes glow a murderous ember of red. You are frozen where you sit, not moving a muscle while your fogged-up mind is racing to come up with an explanation. But before can say something, a scream can be heard from the other side of the wooden partition that separates your section from the men's. "Aaaah! My eyes! My eyes!!!" a man can be heard screaming from the other side while a few other men can be heard panicking and calling for first aid. You have turned around by now, trying to figure out what happened when beyond the rocks you see a hole made in the wooden walls. But how did he... The mirror on the wall. You turn back to look at the wall for the mirror but it is no longer there. Rather, your body jerks back as it watches Itachi walk in your direction- till he is within four feet of you- before he swings the mirror in his hand towards the other side like a professional putter and stands there until he hears the crash and screams at the other end. You have not closed your mouth throughout the whole act, but you are thankful for the fact that he is wearing black underpants- which are doing a marvellous job of sticking to his skin- as stands in front of you, taking in a lungful of breath to ease back into his usual form while you sit there watching him in awe. A few seconds pass before Itachi kneels where he stands and shifts to the rock next to you. "Are you alright?" he asks. "...we could have just closed the hole," you declare. Itachi nods in agreement, pursing his lips. He pulls on his hair tie, undoing his ponytail before taking a dunk inside the water, wetting his hair, and coming back up. "They could have just opened another one." He finally adds, resting his arms on his knees. He's not wrong. You can no longer hear voices from the other section of the bath. The silence is comforting this time, bringing a bit of ease inside your chest.

"How are you doing?" you finally speak, bringing your knees close to your chest beneath the water. Itachi blinks at the question. "I'm sure getting married was not in your mission itinerary. Are you doing okay?" You can see the split second of the crease pass through his brow while he runs his hands through his hair to push it all back. "Nothing much has happened for me to not be okay." You chuckle, rubbing your hands on your face to stop this sudden burst of grinning spreading over it. "That's good to hear," you whisper more for yourself than for him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A Few Minutes Earlier "If they can try to get Toge to treacherously marry Y/N, I won't put it past them to try something foul again." Kakashi declares, taking a clean towel from the pile in front of him. "They sent her away to the last section because of the beads on her wrist," Itachi adds, as he puts on the blue t-shirt provided by the onsen workers in the changing room. "The elders had already planned to separate her from the rest of us that way." "All the more reason for you to stay next to her." Kakashi gently wraps his kunai, covered in a summoning jutsu paper, in between a piece of cloth before tucking it inside the pile of his clothes. That is not much of a job for Itachi. He has surveyed the halls of the onsen house. there are no hidden traps in this place. Just a plain old bathhouse where the far end unit is reserved for married couples. He is polite with his intrusion, and glad that you do not push him away in such a vulnerable position. He has already noticed the peephole in the wall behind you but does not say anything about it as you are already neck-deep in the water and someone would have to be foolish enough to try and take a peak at him. He chuckles internally when you turn around to bare your back at him while he undresses. His basic skill set tells how she should not be looking away from her enemy, to which his mind wonders if she trusts him enough to do so. Itachi's gaze has already studied the two moles on your back when he finally steps into the water. He makes sure you are not facing that peephole for long when he calls for you, indirectly making you turn around while his body likes the feeling of hot water over his skin, undoing all his tensed muscles in his legs and back. Even when he has covered the area with a soundproof shield, even when he has closed his eyes, his sensations are at an all-time high under his Sharingan. He can hear the sounds of men in the bath on the other end of the wall, snickering and scheming next to the peephole, wondering what 'beauty' they will see today. But that is not what stills Itachi. It is the sensation he feels over his face under his Sharingan. It is the familiar small warm hands wandering along the line of his jaw that he can feel inside his mind. Itachi does not move. And surprisingly, neither does his mind. No more calculations are happening in his head when he feels the fingers drop from his jaw to his neck, feeling the curve on his Adam's apple to the little dip down. He can smell you on him. Your redolence is seemingly bringing a positive rush inside his brain, while the sensation of your fingers grows substantially, slowly crawling down the middle of his chest. Lazily reading his abdomen, the fingers do not seem to stop, aiming right for the treasure trail.

He has underestimated the power of an empath.

And gradually, Itachi realises the boldness of those fingers is not the only thing growing. "Look at those breasts! Hohoho! We have won the lottery today!" the whispers from the other end of the bath resonate in Itachi's ears. Before the pervert at the other end can make sense, red eyes bore right into his, burning them with black fire. Itachi is trying to make sense of the unsettling rage building inside him when his body grabs the mirror, walks back into the water and throws it to the other end, aiming for the pervert. The scream and cries from the other end seem to satiate his fury somewhat, bringing him back to you. He sits next to you this time, trying to balance the remains of his sudden uproar inside him. Your presence does dilute it. But the concern in your eyes seems to create another whirlpool inside him, forcing him to take one much-needed dip inside the water. Coming back up, the fire seems to subside a bit. More so when he sees you watch him with a curious intent. Gradually, his heart feels at ease when you smile, more so when you giggle. "Y/N!!" Nami's voice calls out from somewhere outside the walls. Itachi watches you sit up before looking at him. "I should go," you state before rubbing an itch at the back of your neck, "do you mind...?" Itachi drops his head down, closing his eyes before turning a bit away from you. You get up and rush to the floor to grab a towel and wrap it around you. What you do not realise is the slight blush rushing on Itachi's cheeks as his mind can see your figure clear as day despite taking every precaution. Every fold, every dip, every mole, all those pretty stretch marks as you walk out of the water and those beads in your wrist brush past your curves. "See you at dinner, Itachi-san." You bow before leaving the bath. Itachi finally opens his eyes, his hands locked in one another, arms still resting on his knees, his gaze watching the entrance from where you just left. He sits there for five minutes- maybe more, his fingers playing with the beads- still looking at the doorway, seemingly lost in a thought. His breaths are steady, his eyes are relaxed. There are no noises inside his head. Just the resonating image of you grinning at him with unadulterated kindness reflecting in your eyes. In one collective motion, he gets up and runs his fingers through his hair and the soundproof shield drops down with a whispered pop.

"I have pretended to not notice you for her sake," Itachi announces to the wind. There is a split-second sound of one of the roof tiles shifting before the air goes back to the soothing sound of trickling water. "But if I ever get a whiff of you or anyone in collusion with you intending to harm her-" Itachi barely tilts his head in the direction of the 'loose' roof tile and holds the pause- "this village will know first-hand what Uchiha Itachi is capable of."

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Gyutaro x reader requests :3

Requests are; Open!!

Hello hello hello!!! If u know me, u know I love Gyutaro (a concerning amount but hey we all have our struggles)

I most likely will not do full entire fanfictions but rather little headcannons/senarios. I’ve done these on my wattpad so for reference this is what I mean by that (no need to actually read this it’s just to show how i do my shit lol) but if you request something and I REALLLYY like the idea or if I’m pumped full of motivation, I might do a full one.

Edit; okay!! What the fart! The link won’t work ig no reference for yall

Here are some guidelines for what I will/wont write, and then under that I’ll set up a little master-List ^_^

Also sen I know you frequent tumblr and the ds tag aswell so helloo! Hello hello!! Ily!! :3

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What I will definitely write!! (If it’s not on here I can try, but this is stuff I definitely will do!!)

-Fluff, I love love LOVE toothrotting fluff

-Angst, depending on how mentally stable I currently am when writing

-Hurt comfort LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE hurt comfort

-Reader w disabilities

-Phobias

-Disorders

-Readers who have gone through past grooming/abuse (I feel u yall ❤️)

-Gore (it’s demon slayer like cmon it’s gonna happen at some point when it comes to something)

-Cannibalism (same sitch as gore, demons n stuff bro)

-Human reader

-Demon reader

-Yokai reader

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What I won’t/can’t do

-NSFW!! I am a minor :3 (ofc I can leave jokes or mentions of shit but I’m not gonna actually post nsfw as a minor)

-M! reader (sorry I just gen suck w it and I’m mostly writing these 4 me, I’m sorry 💔 this does not apply to mtf trans topics!! ❤️)

-Depictions of something unhealthy (grooming, gaslighting, abuse, manipulation, pedophilla, not cool stuff!! I can write this in hurt comfort/taking about trauma but I will NEVER make it something to actually do w the relationship)

-Yandere stuff (though I love this as a horror idea, a lot of ppl actually enjoy romanticizing yandere stuff which classifies as romanticizing abuse. That is totally not cool!! I hate writing that stuff bc it normalizes those topics to younger ppl reading which is dangerous!)

-Incell shit. I’ve seen too many ppl on here go ‘oh Gyutaro is an incell’ ‘I fought the incell accusations and lost’ well I DIDNT. I don’t care about the plot at all, Gyutaro literally RAISED A GIRL. IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT. He literally taught her to defend herself against creepy men!! Like cmon guys use critical thinking and common sense pls 😭😭

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I do not know how frequently I will be able to post/write. My life is literally in limbo rn and I am prioritizing myself‼️‼️

If you wanna ask just send it in as a question for my blog, I can work w it that way. Idk if that’s how ppl usually do it or not I’m new to tumblr but fuck it we ball 🔥🔥

And I am posting this 10 minutes before new years, let’s kick 2024 off with scribbles about our favorite demon boy!! <3

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Masterlist!! (Hc / fanfiction / imagines)

!Human Gyu with an !upper moon reader

Random self indulgent fluff fanfiction

How Gyutaro would like to cuddle

Comforting him with snuggles n praise

Braids

Gyutaro with an !artist reader who has Gyutaro as their main muse

Playful banter

He loves snuggles

What he likes about the winter

[maythevoidnotscreamback]

Sailor Moon Fic recs

I'm making a SM fic rec list for @master-ray5. Hope you don't mind the various shorthand; I wanted to fit as many as possible with the character limit. Sorry if I added ones you've already read. Also, I'm familiar with Antigone, LillieBell, UglyGreenJacket (FFN), BillyBradShaw (FFN), Kasienda, Daikon, AllyUnabridged (FFN), FloraOne, BeeJ88, and SailorSilverLadybug (FFN). Feel free to add them for others to enjoy if you want though. 😊 These stories are meant to have UsaMamo as the main narrative/PoV, or implications if it hasn't progressed that far yet, and maybe Sen/Shi, it might have other pairings otherwise, but that's more in the background if included at all. If others would like to take a gander, mind the "tags" please, be my guest.

Found exclusively on Ao3: Shining Moon (NSFW; IP) by ChocolaSpring When I First saw you (C) by ChocolaSpring Tea, Toast and Second Chances (C) by ChocolaSpring When Usagi wasn't the First Reincarnation after the Silver Millennium (IP) by Haely_Potter Can I give you a ride (C) by MamaLadyKT Chasing Rabbits (NSFW; IP) by Kelptomaniac_Can_Opener

Found exclusively on FFN: Saving Time (IP) by aimee hime Rabbit of the Moon (IP) by The Butterfly Defect In Darkness (NSFW; C) by AngelONight Powerless (NSFW; C) by Mahria Leather and Lockets (C) by JadeEye Love Magic (NSFW; C) by moonwrite A good Student (NSFW; C) by lilangelofheaven Fairest (C) by LadyHawk89 The duology of Looking for you (C) and Lost and Found (IP) by ladyhawk89 In the Dark (Sad; C) by Lisa4 Innocent's Violence (C) by Kimra When dawn comes (C) by Kimra Dangerous Beauty (C) by JFrost The (NSFW) duology of Kingdom of Treason (C) and Kingdom of Treason: Fall of the King (C) by JFrost Banishing Uncertainty (NSFW; C) by Jade-Max The duology of Out of the Abyss (C) and Heart of Darkness (IP) by yra Conversation (C) by Sean Montgomery Jealousy and Rapture (C) by Pearl Prynne Repercussions (C) by Pearl Prynne The (C) tetralogy of My Immortal, Incomplete, Here Without you and Never gone by Jecir An AU of said tetralogy called Never gone R (C) by Jecir My Lady Queen (NSFW; IP) Queen Moon Sparkle Destiny (IP) by Princess Kitten The next Right Thing (IP) by MyDearGoddessofthemoonandsun Reach (IP) by StarzAngelus Kakera ni Tsukiakari (IP) by Arashinobara Jikkankakyoku

Found on both named sites: The Flower Vow (Sad; C) by AngelMoonGirl Secret Admirer (C) by Starling Sinclair Sailor Moon X (NSFW; IP) by Starling Sinclair Poisoned Mind (NSFW; IP) by Shnuggletea on Ao3; (C) on FFN Lost love by Shnuggletea (IP) on Ao3; (C) on FFN At World's end (NSFW; IP) by Shnuggletea on both sites but (C) on their Pat if one wants to read it For the Good of a Kingdom (IP) by silent_figure The Cardinal King (IP) series by Kyralih The Answer (C) by adventuresofcomicbookgirl (author called bookwormwithanattitude on FFN) A Combination of Silver and Gold (C) by KamuiSakurazuka

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Beginning Of The End Series

Summary: You were once a “honeybee”, now you’re simply a “bunny”. Can an alliance and friendship still last after one’s former lover became the current lover of another?

Pairings: ELP x Reader x Jay White

Warnings: +18

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @pleasantpastels

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

When I found myself alone in the hotel room that afternoon it all hit me like a brick wall. I had barely gotten to Japan and I already felt exhausted, my body ached, my heart was heavy but my mind was racing. After Riley showed me the text he received after I slept last night, I had no doubt that Jay had also gotten one.

I thought of every possibility I could find but still none of them made sense. Riley made a comment in the morning about how he thinks that Jay is behind all of this but in my heart I knew better than that.

Still I found myself here, in front of his hotel room, knocking on his door so I could talk to him about the texts and do the one thing I promised myself I would never do: willingly come after Jay.

Jay had finished pulling his sweatpants up his hips when someone knocked on his door. Frowning at the unsolicited visit at this time of the afternoon, Jay finished squeezing the excess water from his hair with a towel and tossed the damp fabric on top of his bed.

Choosing to look for a clean t-shirt later, he opened the door dressed just in his sweatpants, with his damp hair sticking to his chest.

“Yeah?” He asked before opening the door widely. His voice was completely lost, words were unable to form on his tongue, heart beating fast with both surprise and happiness, his mind nothing more than a white canvas.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?”

Jay’s body reacted as if on autopilot, he nodded in confirmation and stepped aside so you could come into his room. It all felt like a dream, a dream painted in watercolors, with soft lines but vibrant colors, so soothing and breathtaking.

“Are you really here? I’m not dreaming, am I?” His hand cupped your cheek, calloused thumb caressing your soft skin, gray eyes sparkling with fulfillment and disbelief.

“Jay, please” Your hands closed around his wrist, slowly pulling his burning touch away from your face.

It took Jay a few seconds to regain his composure but once he felt somewhat in control of his body again he smiled sadly “I’m sorry, I don’t know what took over me” Jay’s eyes focused on your face, and as he felt himself starting to drown in your eyes again he spoke “Anyway, would you like to sit down?” He pointed towards the messy bed before taking a spot on top of the fumbled sheets but you only shook your head in return “No, thank you”

“How can I help you?”

Your eyes momentarily darted to the floor, as a way to ground yourself to whatever answer he might give you. “Jay” You refocused your gaze on his gray eyes. Eyes that were never able to lie to you, even when his mouth did. “I’m gonna ask you something, but I need you to be dead honest with me”.

The urgency in your voice had Jay’s heart tightening with worry, “Honeybee, you’re scaring me”

“Promise me, Jay”

“I promise” He quickly replied “What happened?”

“Did you send me or Riley any kind of text messages from an unknown number?”

“No. Why would I sen-” The words died on Jay’s lips as the memories from last night hit him, “I got a text last night from an unknown number too. They asked what would I do to get you back, and at first I thought it was a joke because what kind of weirdo would send someone a message at 3 am-”

“You were awake at 3 am?”

“Yeah, I had a nightmare and woke up a little after 3:30, why?”

This was one of the things that always frightened you when you were together, the synchrony. Unexplainable synchronized occurrences: dreams, nightmares, pains, thoughts, sicknesses, feelings…it was all tied together by a silver string that somehow managed to connect you and Jay even when you were thousands of miles away from each other. Synchrony that apparently had never died, even though your relationship did.

It only took a glance at his direction for Jay to understand what had happened.

“You had a nightmare and woke up at the same time too” He said in a whisper “What was yours about?”

“You, me and Riley. At a dirt crossroad and…blood” You sighed heavily “A lot of blood. Yours?”

“Charlie, you and I. Then eventually Lisa” Jay felt his mouth starting to taste bitter after speaking the last name. “Charlie was…he was our son…yours and mine. We lived in our old apartment and we were lying on the couch, you were breastfeeding him and had your back against my chest, I was twirling your hair with my fingers and we were talking about taking Charlie to the park when someone knocked on the door. It was Lisa, she took him away from us, and started screaming at the top of her lungs that he was her child not ours. Just hers” Jay felt the same shiver running down his spine again “And, ummm…you were-”

The loud knocking had both yours and Jay’s heart beating frantically with fright.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were expecting someone” You quickly apologized

Jay’s eyebrows frowned, as he bolted from the bed “But I’m not” He walked the small distance between the bed and door.

His hand closed around the doorknob and once his eyes spotted the person standing in the hallway his frown got deeper as he spat “You? What the fuck are you doing here?!”

There was something bothering Riley ever since you told him you were going to ask Jay about the text messages. A lingering, burning feeling had settled in his chest and gave no indications of leaving anytime soon. Similar to an irritated patch of skin that one continues to incessantly scratch, causing the burning sensation to grow and spread throughout the uncontaminated flesh, this feeling of anger and worthlessness was taking over Riley’s rational side to a point where he stopped his workout just so he could go back to your room.

*If she wanted to stay with him, she would never have left him in the first place! And if she wanted to cheat on me with him, she wouldn’t have been honest with me and said she would go there and talk to him. Just think about it, if she had anything to hide she wouldn’t be so upfront and honest about her actions* Riley thought to himself as he pressed the button to the 7th floor.

“She loves me, she’s with me, she loves me” He repeated to himself like a mantra, until the elevator doors opened and the screaming coming from Jay’s room made Riley whisper “Bunny”, and so, he ran towards the direction of the deafening screams.

“What the fuck are you doing in my man’s room, bitch?” Lisa screamed. She took quick steps towards you before Jay closed his grip around her arm, roughly pulling her back. “Respect her!” Jay warned, he stepped in front of Lisa, blocking her view of you as you stood behind him. “Where’s my son?”

“With Keiko. I told her I was coming so she came and picked him up so I could stay with you alone for a bit” Lisa purred, eyelashes batting at Jay as her hands caressed his bare chest .

Jay pushed her hands away from his body with a grunt “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I missed you!”

“I didn’t say you could come here, Lisa!”

“I didn’t know I needed your permission!” She huffed loudly, closing her arms in front of her chest as she asked “Why are you putting on a show, Jay? Why do you want to pretend that our relationship sucks? Is it because of her?”

“Pretend it sucks?” Jay laughed, sarcasm dripping from every word “It does suck, Lisa. As a matter of fact our relationship is a fucking disgrace! A never-ending torture!”

“Jay, please” You pleaded, trying to put some sense into his mind.

You, more than anyone, knew how harsh Jay’s words could be. They’re cold and sharp like a dagger that sinks deeper into your heart after every sentence. When Jay wants, he manages to be the most hurtful, cold and mean person anyone could ever know.

“Honeybee, trust me when I say she deserves every word” Jay’s voice was cold and distant. He kept his deadly gaze fixed on Lisa, so you tried once again.

“She’s the mother of your child, Jay. Choose your words wisely, please”

“Stay out of it, bitch!” Lisa spat at you “What makes you think you can get in between Jay and I? I don’t need your intervention nor your fucking help!” She took a step to the right so she could look at you “If you think that I’ll let you take him away from me, you don’t know me at all. You’ll never have him back!”

“I don’t want him back, Lisa”

“No? What the fuck are you doing here then? You're the one to blame, you know? For everything! I don’t get it, I truly don’t get it, what do you have that’s so charming and attractive that every fucking man seems to be obsessed with you? You have Riley now, don’t you? You love him, no? So why don’t you let him obsess over you and stop running after my fiancé?!

“I don’t run after Jay, Lisa. But it would be pointless to explain anything to you because you’re so focused on your own obsession and fantasy that you refuse to see anything remotely different from your own perceptions. As for Riley, please refrain yourself from bringing him into your mess. Our relationship will never be like yours nor will he ever treat me the way Jay treats you and you know why? Because I would never allow a man to treat me so poorly. But I guess people are right when they say that others treat you the way you treat yourself, so I don’t expect any less coming from you” You closed the distance between you and her until you stopped mere inches away from her face.

“You want Jay? Keep him, he’s all yours. But I’ll tell you this only once: keep my relationship and Riley’s name out of your mouth. I do love Riley, although my feelings don't concern you, but don’t you ever make the mistake of blaming me or Riley as the cause for your unhappiness. If you don’t have what it takes to maintain a somewhat normal relationship with someone who deeply despises you, you and Jay are the only ones to blame” You calmly replied before your gaze traveled to the pair of blue eyes standing by the door.

The urgency to defend you gradually turned into admiration and finally an unexplainable lust. Riley had listened to the whole argument and decided to intervene right after Lisa began to spit bitter words at you. But when Riley listened to the “I don’t want him back, Lisa” coming out of your mouth when the other woman accused you of wanting Jay back, Riley instantly froze in place.

Those words poured over him like a bucket of ice water, catching him by surprise before they woke him up to the reality of the one thing he wanted to hear the most: that you don’t want Jay anymore. Your follow up response to Lisa and the way you defended Riley and your relationship made Riley’s cock grow painfully hard.

He once heard his best friend talking about the emotional boners he would get with his wife, like the need to protect her when she felt sad or even when she cried, or the instant hard on he would get when she did something incredibly courageous or protective of him or someone she loved and the action flooded his heart with admiration.

“Those are the ‘love boners’, man. The real ones. When you get one of those with a chick, that’s when you know she’s the woman of your life”,was what his best friend had said to him once on a winter night at their favorite bar in Ontario. At the time, Riley thought this was complete bullshit, I mean how the fuck can you get a boner not from being turned on but from your feelings alone?

However, he understood how now. Because of you he understands how a man can have a true ‘love boner’.

When your eyes met him in that silently deep stare that only you possess, the one that can see directly into his soul, Riley was absolutely certain that the small velvet box he had hidden inside of his bag was the best spent money of his life.

[jiminy-crickets]

sorry if this is weird but wanted to jump in and give my thoughts on your tags on that arty ask!!! junior markets and ahl markets are veryyy different vibes imo like. a lot of junior markets — esp the ones you named — are embedded within their communities and have extremely active booster clubs along with billet families that are really all-in! and in some cases, junior teams are located in towns where they are one of the main family-friendly, budget-friendly activities available when it comes to entertainment. i think it makes for an atmosphere that’s conducive to social media engagement + there’s also the intrigue of top prospects that’s lacking a little in the a and definitely in the coast, so passionate nhl fans will also interact more! i feel like with the two pro feeder leagues it often feels a bit more impersonal; they tend to be in bigger cities and are less established as a key part of the community. like your neighbors are not housing these players you know? from a media career standpoint, it’s great to work in the a but the chl is a very viable option as well and generally a better landing place than any other league besides the a and the national!!

cracking my knuckles, and getting my fingers ready to write the answer of all time. THIS IS WHAT I WROTE THAT PROMPTED THIS ASK

YES!!!!!! 1000% they have different vibes, im from Ottawa and while i didnt grow up in a hockey family (neither playing, nor fans) i have been to many many 67s games (our OHL team, they used to [maybe still do?] give out tickets to them through schools in ottawa), and i have been to exactly no B-Sens games (the nearest AHL team, because... fuck you bellville you know what you did [be boring lmao])

specifically what i was referring to was like, the types of interactions i saw (i only looked on instagram, and only checked a handful of AHL and CHL teams), because while the few that I looked at had similar follower counts/likes, the CHL teams had more comments, and discussions in the comments, and the types of social media posts were also very different.

the CHL teams had more interactions with players, they are doing tiktok trends, lots of candid videos taken by players joking around (the pats instagram page is like 40% just players pointing their phones at each other on the bus) etc etc, it has a more relaxed feel, the players are joking around, they seemed more human. whereas AHL teams just post end of game graphics, occasional highlights, and those videos where the players are walking by going to practice and are asked a random question (the laziest, and my most hated type of team social media post [especially the ones where they ask them whos your favorite female athlete and ALL of them say serena williams like....???? do you not realize that your players inabilities to name more than one woman makes them look stupid]) and in all of the AHL posts them seemed.... not human like the CHL teams did.

theory: the AHL players are trying to act super buttoned up/mature in hopes they get called up quickly, and the CHL players are just happy they aren't currently in algebra class.

and i 100% agree that the community surrounding the teams is going to be stronger with CHL teams then AHL teams, due to the while *gestures broadly* but i feel like one of the easiest ways to bridge that gap would be though social media, like dear everyone who works on the social media presence of AHL teams.... show me the boys!!! show me the silly lil guys i wanna know about the silly lil guys on the AHL teams!!! show me them!!! social media is an amazing tool to engage with fans and build a bigger community, and i feel like CHL teams are excelling in it, and AHL teams are being stupid for not using it as such.

anyways, I am very interested in social media from like... a "ive been chronically online since 2014 and have seen the rise and fall of countless careers" sorta way....??? like i don't want to ever work in a way where i need to rely on social media, or have posting on it be apart of my job description (you can catch me in a dusty back room with my objects™️ doing my paperwork™️)..... but because i am forever a hater i need to put my six cents on literally everything.

lmao

[starkiller-009]

Hello!! I love love love your arts. I feel like a lot of them have a sense of 'movement' which contrasts a lot of very polished artworks.

I love works with meticulously planned composition, layers, highlights, etc. I love works with a certain kind of loose yet purposeful application of value and colors. (The Two Cakes thing in the fandom). And I noticed that your arts belong to the latter category which I can rarely find!

If you don't mind me asking, do you have any artists or artworks that you're heavily inspired from? Do you draw on a pen-tablet, IPad, or other media? What application are you using? I feel like three questions are already too much for one ask so you don't need to answer them if you don't want to. I enjoy scrolling through your blog either way!

Hiiiiiiiiii dear anon!!! thank you soo much for sending this message! it made my day 🧡🧡🧡 Loose but thoughtful art is what im striving for so its really make me happy to hear that i have some success in that Answering your question i draw using some cheap old model of genius pen-tablet. Bought it 10 years ago as my first device. Still running. Heard a lot of shitty comments about quality of genius tablets at that time, but even more only about Wacom in recent years i think (fuck them. Wtf with pen's tips that are constanty erasing. For who this product is made for. Ew). as for the apps, i use clip paint studio, for studies - heavypaint (great thing). There are AMAZING artists on tumblr who inspire me heavily with their works. like. i follow ~400 ppl here. because i like to stare at art. so. im gonna talk about my favorites! @crowthis - king. queen. i dont know the pronounces sorry. they draw magnificent things i love their style SO much, its such an inspiration. sometimes i just visit their blog to go through art tag and experience all that beauty. (half of their wrks i have downloaded on my desktop) It's loose, quite 'chaotic', but SO atmospheric. The mood, composition, texture, everything. Themes. I like black and white drawings as much as the ones with colours, it so bright and blatant\bold in a way, but it works perfectly, it gives your the right sense of the work. Even tho usually i prefer more calm colours, it makes me go 'wow!' And their works looks really simple and intuitive but as an artist you know that haha no its fcking hard to do things like that. it takes skill and knowledge. loose work is tricky

@frozensoba - idk how much time i could stare at their recent fish drawings like jesus christ. i wish i could do that. i want to be able to do that. my ass is ready to work every time i see it and drawings like these really inspire me to draw simple things and non-humans bc i feel like you can draw beautifully everything that exists. you just need to know how. Colours, texture, rhytm, lines... everything on its place. I love colours especially. Its very gentle kind of harmony going on there, and the palette is huge, intricate.

@nerdyhideoutphilosopher-2 - going crazy over their works. honesty dont know what to say. go look and see. unique voice Artists id like to mention as well: @dynasoar5 - i mean. just go and look at that. i love how loose and messy kind of rendering is but it looks amazing. and overall. simply amazing drawings fuck yes @jadenvargen - just go and look at his works. i see no point in talking. simply beautiful. looks easy but also hard as fuck. the colours are so bright and rich and very bold but somehow everything is right on its place. it leads you where it should. just wow. the skill i respect @snippit-crickit - once again. beautiful. i really love their studies and how they render things, the colours. @sen-art-acc - LINE WORK. LINE WORK. go check it out. LINE WORK!!!! and i simply like how tidy and clean the drawings look like with colours. i cant do stuff like this. i have zero patience to be this accurate and precise. Also if you love loose artwork i should recommend you those artists for sure @shican, @dude-standin i love as well @wuntrum and @cordspaghetti works a lot. I followed both of them because mcr fanart i guess? tho never was into mcr and stayed for the drawings alone Also, if we're speaking about more "pro" (dont like this term either, forgive me) kind of artists i have some huge inspirations as well (tho my art not in any way reminds of them im afraid lmao. but i hope maybe in ten or ok 30 years or more ill be somewhere). There are a ton of artists i like, but its for another post i guess. To much talk. So here we go Sergio Toppi - he's an amazing at working with lines and composition. I have his comic books on my bookshelf. I open it everytime i want to get energy to draw. You cant look at his drawings and NOT to get inspired. He's incredible. The rhytm, the shapes... damn. i can look at his drawings for hours. And he was the main inspiration to work with lines and composition more, to play with it more. I dont have a lot of line-work on this acc (last quiobi drawing, some year\two-old dghda drawings, eugene one) but i actually exercise it a lot. Lines are extremely powerful tool. And as for composition... The shapes, negative spaces, love it. And he's extremely good at working with colour too.

Francis Vallejo - he's illustrations are so good... he's incredible with composition and rhytm his drawings have. Negative spaces, one again.

Anders Zorn - i adore his black and white graphic drawings. Angles, framing, line work. Spent a lot of time looking at his works. Cant get enough of it. The way he draws people, the plot, themes. What he chooses to portray, the way people look, what they do. There is such a special mood to his drawings, there is something extremely psychological about it, isn't there? he's a master im mesmerized by

Bernie Fuchs - composition, rhytm, once again. I love it when you want to look at something for more then 2 seconds, because the rhytm of the drawings leads you into different places and opens its plot in parts. No matter where you look u'll find something interesting and even though there is lot of going on its still not a mess and looks and feels fucking awesome. And i love his colour palettes too. He's very good at setting the mood (check out his less commercial works)

As for the colour here's a few i love. (Though they're still extremely good with everything else)

Hovsep Pushman - the man is a mystery. His work with colours, light and texture is beyond me. Also it has disco elysium vibe to it. I dream of being capable of something like this when im sixty or so (im not gonna be)

Mead Schaeffer - simple but powerful. Looking at his works like eating a tasty ice cream.

same goes to Dean Cornwell - though its a bit more complex, his composing. You need to pay more attention

I'd like to mention one other artist - Jamie Wyeth. his works are something else entirely, i dream of drawing like this one day. Loosiness, themes, mood. Ill probably cry if i see those ones in real life one day, somehow special to my heart, relates

He has these series - "Seven deadly sins". Ive been in love for some time

As for the inspiration drawings on itself - thinking about it im coming back to dragon age tarot cards. Not all of them, but i still go 'jesus i want to draw like this' at some, through years. This one especially.

Soooo Thats it i guess! I mean. I love to talk and talk about art especially. I probably could write ten more posts like this no problem. I actually heavily into landscape painters since... Well. Nature. Ice, oceans, sky. I sadly havent really tried to get into the genre myself, i do not draw lots of backgrounds as you can see. Should work on this probably, life's short. But im always happy to share my fav artists! So hit me up whenever. dm or send an ask! And a beautiful work for the ending