#and it mightve been a couple days ago or so

[kamimint]

I am getting so many spam dono asks it's insane

[nagoo]

I was poking around in my files a couple days ago and i found this in my wips! this is the old rough wip for my piece in the cancelled FF7 fantasy zine. it has Very ~oh nooo you caught me~ vibes. The vine version wouldve been sfw, but with their ok, I mightve done a more adult version too. it goes with all the other wips now, and maybe someday i'll finish it - or re-do it entirely! my art has changed somewhat since then and I'd like to try different things. If the ff7 fantasy zine ever comes back and I get in again, I'd make an entirely new piece for them anyway. I had debated, when I first made this, whether or not I'd have someone there with him, like a very smug Aerith, maybe. in the end I figured that for a single page in a zine, that i'd keep things simple instead, but if i finished it, maybe I'd go that direction after all. it was a very playful and fun idea and I really like Seph's arched back here, so I do wanna revisit it eventually. and of course, a cameo appearance from The mini Snood!

[dlst0rtion]

note to self: don't do it you son of a- (chapter 2)

pairing: nekoma x male reader, yachi hitoka x male reader, and kuroo tetsurō x male reader

masterlist

series masterlist

a/n: I've been changing so many stuff lately since I don't have a solid plan for this series but the reader will get 2 love interest ^^

Pudding 🍮

kenma

was it really necessary to chase down [last name] after school ended, kuroo?

kuroo

OFC KENMA 😎

having [last name] would be beneficial for the team

I needed to catch him before it was too late

kenma

I like [last name] and agree but I don't think taunting him like that would make him want to join us

kuroo

taunting???? him????

what makes you think I was taunting him

kenma

it's you.

kuroo

😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

EL O EL

I MIGHTVE MADE HIM MAD A LITTLE??? I BROUGHT UP MIDDLE SCHOOL 😍

kenma

ur so stupid

kuroo

trust the process kenma 😎😎

kenma

what made you interested in [last name] anyways?

kuroo

he's like art 😍

obscure art, but still, art❗️

plus his brain is so big

kenma

if [last name] doesn't want to be near us again bc of you I'd never forgive you

kuroo

real!!!

kenma

stop saying that.

kuroo

________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

"what the hell am I doing here," [name] asked himself as he stood outside nekoma's gymnasium doors.

[name] would never admit it to anyone but kuroo did touch something deep inside him when he mentioned joining the volleyball team.

as his mother said, he used to love volleyball.

used to.

[name] peeked through the slight opening of the gym doors as he watched nekoma's volleyball club practice.

his heart felt warm.

he forgot how it felt, the adrenaline when he would play all those years ago.

he missed it.

"can I help you with something?" [name] jumped a little as he turned around to see who caught him in this position. "oh! [last name] I've never seen you around this part of the school before."

it was the volleyball coach, coach naoi. he was a confident male with dark, short-cut hair. [name] liked him. he's a pretty cool dude.

"oh yeah um.... I was just," [name] didn't know what to say. he fully didn't intend on being caught and planned to make his grand escape after a bit of snooping.

"do you want to join the volleyball club, [last name]?" coach naoi asked with a small smile on his face.

he knew of [name] and had spoken to him a couple of times when they pass by each other in the hallways. coach naoi viewed him as a bright young kid that would be going to places.

"hmmm," [name] contemplated on saying no and leaving. "I'm not quite sure. I haven't played volleyball in years."

"that's alright! just come join us for a couple of days and see how you like it. you can act as our manager for the time being," coach naoi offered.

it was a pretty solid offer.

[name] gave the man a small smile, "sure."

the two walked through the doors while the sounds of shouting and sneakers screeching started to cease.

"everyone listen up!" the tall coach shouted which made everyone fully stop. "I would like to introduce you guys to [last name] [name]. as of today he will join us as a manager. please take care of him."

"nice to meet you," even though he had a blank face, [name]'s voice was sincere and warm as he bowed down to his future club members.

kenma, a guy from his class, gave him a small smile while kuroo gave him a gengar-easque smirk.

"NICE TO MEET YOU, [last name]!"

"isn't he kenma's classmate?"

"welcome to the club, [last name]!"

"YAHOOOOO WE FINALLY GET A MANAGER!"

"SHUT UP, LEV!"

jeez, what did [name] get himself into?

as coach naoi got the team started on their drills, [name] turned towards the other coach.

"coach nekomata, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm [last name] [name]," the young male said as he bowed to his elder.

"no need for that," coach nekomata said, waving him off. "I know who you are, [last name]. you were quite the powerhouse during your time at ushimi middle school."

"you know of that?" [name] asked, surprised. "and please, just call me [name]."

"of course. anyone would want to catch the son of the great [last name] makoto in action."

[name]'s mood slightly dampened at the mention of his father.

"so what do I exactly do as a manager? I've only been a player for a volleyball team and ushimi didn't have a manager."

"it's quite easy. you mainly just need to fill and hand out water bottles and towels. you can help catch naoi by handing him some volleyballs or collecting stray ones. you can also set up and take down nets and clean the gym when we're all finished," nekomata explained. "are you not returning as a player?"

"maybe I will again, someday. I'm just not used to playing it again right now," [name] sat down on the bench beside the elder. "coach naoi offered to let me stay here for a couple of days, act as the team's manager for the time being, and see how I feel."

"hmmm, I see. well I hope you return to the field again someday. it was magnificent watching you play," nekomata gave the boy a closed eye smile.

"thanks."

as the day progressed, [name] fulfilled his duty as manager. giving water and towels to the members. refilling the water bottles. and assisting coach naoi when needed.

during that time, most of the nekoma members couldn't take their eyes off of him.

I mean, THE [last name] [name] was THEIR manager?

unreal.

unbelievable.

ain't no way.

"so, [last name], you decided to join our team after all," kuroo said as he took a sip from the water bottle that the other male handed to him.

"it wasn't because of you if that's what you think," [name] gave kuroo a disgusted face.

"you wound me, truly, [last name]," kuroo said as he pretended to hold his heart in pain.

"you're so dramatic," he rolled his eyes and pushed the rooster head face away.

[name] then turned his attention to a certain pudding head who was sipping his water bottle in peace.

"you did good, kozume," he complimented the quiet male.

"thank you, [last name]," kenma smiled at his new manager.

"hey, what about me? I did pretty well today too," kuroo gave them a triumphant pose.

[name] ignored him.

"we don't need to be formal with me [last name] we're in the same class, just call me kenma."

"if only you call me [name] as well."

"can I call you, [name]?" kuroo chirped.

"no," [name] side-eyed kuroo as he visibly deflated.

"[name]," a short sandy-haired male said walking towards him. "never thought I'd see a [last name] as a manager instead of a player."

"you know about me too, yaku-senpai?"

"naturally," yaku replied. "I know you from ushimi middle school too and considering who your father is as well, it's not hard to know you."

"hmm, I thought it would die down since I left volleyball all those years ago."

"you come from two famous parents, [last name]. it's only reasonable for people to know who you are," yaku replied honestly.

even though what yaku said was true, it still brought [name]'s mood a little low since all his life people had expectations of him. especially his father.

"you don't need to worry about that though, [name]. we're your teammates, we expect nothing but your help and support," another, rather soft, voice said while yaku hummed in agreement.

[name] saw a guy with jet-black hair that was shaved into a buzzcut.

"Nobuyuki Kai, but you can call me kai," the male smiled warmly at the cold male.

"nice to meet you kai-senpai, you can call me [name] too," [name] directed the last part to both kai and yaku.

"[LAST NAME]-SENPAIII" a tall grey-haired male screamed running towards the group. "it's nice to finally get to talk to you! many of the girls in my class always talk about how handsome and unapproachable you are but I don't think you're scary at all. maybe your face is though. you should smile more, you'll be less scary. oh yeah, my name is haibi lev!"

many were shocked, but not surprised by lev's bluntness but [name] didn't seem phased by it, actually, he was amused.

"thanks, I'll keep that in mind," [name] stated.

"are you going to come hang out with us after practice? it's kuroo turn to buy us ice cream."

"LIKE HELL I'M PAYING FOR ALL OF YOU!"

"HEY! YOU HELD OFF YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN FOR 2 WEEKS, STOP BEING A FREELOADER!"

"yeah, come on kuroo. [name] is joining too, take it as a welcoming gift for him," inuoka suggested coming up from behind [name].

"fine," kuroo grumbled.

[name] looked on confused, "I am?"

"it'll be nice to hang out with you, [name]. we can all get to know you and you know... vice versa," shibayama said with a soft smile.

"only if you want to, [name]," kai reminded.

"I would love to but I need to pick up my little sister before it gets dark. I don't want her going home alone at night," [name] said taking a glance out the window, the sun had already set.

"oh shit, has she been waiting long?" yaku asked worriedly. he knew their practices take quite a bit of time.

"no don't worry about it. my little sister normally helps around her elementary school's garden with other students and teachers after school. she wasn't able to tend to the flowers yesterday because of the rain. if I leave now, I think I'll just make it," the new nekoma manager explained.

"nice time then?" kenma asked.

"next time," [name] nodded. "I should get going now."

"wait!" kuroo held out his hand to the male to halt him. "you should give me your number so you can be added to the nekoma volleyball group chat. just to socialize and be informed of plans."

"is this just an excuse to get my number?" the manager raised his eyebrow.

"partially," kuroo smirked. "but genuinely, it's so we can all communicate with each other."

"sure."

as they exchanged their numbers [name] headed toward both nekoma coaches who were patiently waiting for him.

"so, [last name]. what do you think?" nekomata asked the male.

"you have an interest group of people you coach," [name] stated as both the coaches gave him a small laugh.

"interesting enough for you to stay?"

[names] mouth twitched a little but remained in a straight line, "yeah..."

"perfect!" coach naoi exclaimed as he handed [name] a piece of paper. "here's the sign-up sheet to officially be a part of nekoma's volleyball team! we're honoured to have you. oh! and before i forget to tell you, we're going to be at shinzen high for a week after summer break starts."

"okay, thanks," [name] bowed to both of the coaches as he departed from the high school, ready to make his walk toward seichi elementary school.

as he waited for his bus to arrive he felt the constant buzzing of his phone.

meow meow vb team 😼😹😻

kuroo added you

lev

[LAST NAME]-SENAPIIIII

yaku

lev shut up

[name] is probably busy picking up his sister rn

kenma

^

kai

^

fukunaga

^

kuroo

^^

lev

hey [name]-senpai, I have a sister too!

kuroo

no one asked

lev

:<

yamamoto

I DIDNT GET TO TALK TO [LAST NAME] IN PERSON

kenma

that's bc you were too busy ogling him

kuroo

🤨🤨

yamamoto

he's a handsome man what can I say

lev

:O

inuoka

:O

shibayama

:O

yaku

:O

kuroo

😟

ur so real for that

yamamoto

what, I'm secure 😤

thanks.

lev

HE HAS SPOKEN

[LAST NAME]-SENPAI HIII

LEV HI ٩(^▿^)۶

kuroo

oh em gee

[name] uses those emoticons

I'm in love

that's [last name] to you

눈_눈

kuroo

yaku

hey that emoticon looks just like you

눈_눈

kuroo

real

kenma

stop saying that

I like emo

kuroo

I'm emo

emoticons

sorry I accidentally press sent too early

yamamoto

bro is so down bad

kai

^

fukunaga

^

lev

^

kenma

^

inuoka

^

yaku

^

teshiro

^

Shibayama

^

kuroo

my primal urge to say real

oh before I forget

coach naoi said something about going to shinzen high for a week or something

fukunaga

training camp.

kuroo

training camp

kenma

training camp

yaku

we're invited to a training camp

thanks.

so why do we have to stay at shinzen for a week?

yaku

to socialize

lev

to make friends :D

kuroo

to crush fukurodani.

thanks.

so why do we have to stay at shinzen for a week?

kai

every school under the fukurodani academy group takes turns hosting training sessions but shinzen always hosts the week-long ones. we just do a bunch of practice matches and try to improve our skill and technique basically

kenma

hmmm

oh cool

do we have to stay at shinzen high?

kenma

not if you don't want to

yaku

I think karasuno is staying at shinzen since they live in Miyagi

inuoka

were you planning on staying inside the school?

no can't afford to

have too much stuff to do at home

kai

understandable

taking care of your little sister?

and mother

shinzen isn't that far from my house anyways I can just walk there

lev

if you live near shinzen

why don't you just go to school there?

kuroo

shut up lev

I like cats better

kuroo

authentic

[phantomarine]

so I saw a couple days ago you put yotsusyu from FFXIV as an inspiration for FCeth (at least I think that was the context, I'm not entirely sure) and I was wondering if MCeth mightve been inspired by Emet Selch? :0

I just finished playing shadowbringers and the way Emet acts in that expansion reminds me a lot of MCeth :]

Cheth was designed and characterized about four years before Emet ever showed up, but one look at Emet and I basically went "god damnit, that's him, that's everything I could want a character to be" and I turned it into a Two Cakes situation. I love Emet so much

full disclosure, I put Cheth in that little fur bolero thing in Ch 5 because of Emet

[kidovna]

Sorry if it's been asked already (I always ask this to people with really cool artstyles so I mightve asked you myself already and straight up forgot LOL) but I was wondering, do you have any advice/tips/tutorials for drawing full bodies?

I just think you have a really cool artstyle and ive always struggled making fanart (other than semi-realistic screencap redraws) because I still have to learn how to stylise full bodies😅 (faces too but those im a bit better at).

Anyway, ive also been following u since your scorbus era and it's been so cool to see all the growth and different fandoms youve gone through! (I myself am a big byler🫡).

Sorry this is long, have a nice day/night🥰 and feel free to ignore this if you want, no worries!

answering both of this together because i feel like my answer is going to be similar to both of them:

keep live/quick sketching people and poses! it’s a fantastic way to practice anatomy and when you speed up your process, it helps you figure out how full bodies look in your style because it’s your immediate instinct to draw a certain way! you don’t even need a live model to pose for you. the internet is full of incredible images and stock photos that are always fun to sketch. If you’d like a place to start, Adorka Stock is a deviant art page full of stock references made for artists.

I’m always and forever an advocate for quick sketching because when I started doing live sketches about a year ago they looked like this:

And these are my sketches from a couple of months ago:

The difference may not be massive to most people but I feel like my grasp on anatomy AND my line weight has improved drastically since. I feel more confident going into a piece knowing what the poses are going to be like in my head.

Apart from that, it’s normally widely accepted to reference poses for your art as long as you’re not tracing over someone else’s work. my favourite thing to do is self reference with photos or a mirror because then i can get exactly the pose that i want.

I hope this helped!

[jemmo]

his man 3 ep 9 + 10

consider me gagged. literally gagged. i tried so hard to avoid spoilers all day and im so glad i did bc wow ep 10 alone had changed so much for me. like i had to grab my laptop to write this so i could type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts. anyway.

and let me start off with what im a little less invested in, which is the youngjoon and myeongkyun situation. i was busy on holidays for a couple of weeks when this was picking up so didn't write about my thoughts, but it was safe to say i was more on youngjoon's side, not a staunch hater of myeongkyun but bc i liked youngjoon a lot at the start and also feel for the frustration of someone giving vague answers when you're trying to talk something else bc man ive been there. but with this conversation, it puts myeongkyun's behaviour in such a different light thats easier for me to understand and empathise with. like... if you were invested in a relationship that ended vaguely but you always kept some amount of hope alive all this time, only to be met with percieved coldness and harshness when you see that person again, i see why you'd tense up, which explains why he always seemed somewhat uncomfortable in the house. and i also understand why he seemed to 'pester' youngjoon, bc he's either conciously or uncounciously defaulting back to the dynamic and level of friendliness they had before. for youngjoon, he easily ended a relationship he thought neither party was too interested in, only to still be contacted by that person and then have that person pester you in the house. like that seems like someone who is trying to get at an ex. for myeongkyun, this is all a much longer process of him coming to terms with the fact that yes, he was more invested in this relationship and yes, he maintained some level of feelings and hope they'd come back together, and seeing him having to face the fact that he was the only one thinking that and whatever he was holding on to never mattered... ngl i cried a bit. the fact is him and youngjoon just are different when it comes to dating, youngjoon is very hot from the go, but if he feels nothing in return he backs off with nothing lost, whereas myeongkyun takes a lot longer to develop, realise and then admit his feelings, and so you can easily see how these two people would misunderstand each other. and i also wanna say how interesting i find myeongkyun's presentation and journey on the show. he came in with this big impact both bc of him being presented as this handsome and confident guy and bc he had a history with youngjoon. together, its easy to jump to the conclusion that myeongkyun was the one who did something to youngjoon or was in the wrong, when that wasn't actually the case at all. it also makes me wonder what kind of myeongkyun we wouldve gotten if youngjoon wasnt also there. would we have gotten this confident hottie? bc i think, bc youngjoon was there and all of this history was brought up (history of a first relationship by the way!! no wonder it got to him so much), making him face it revealed a much softer and more sensitive side of him that mightve taken longer had this not all happened, which in a twisted way im glad of bc it means he can now get closer with other people, and im interested to see how he will shift now, if we'll be able to see this goofy side of him but a lot more carefree. anyway, all of this is to say i ended up liking myeongkyun more than i thought bc suprise suprise, people are a lot more complicated than they first appear. and honestly... i might like him more than youngjoon now, but dont tell me from 3 weeks ago that.

and now to the juicier stuff. this whole love triangle that is apparently turning square. i really dont know how to put my thoughts into words bc im somehow both sad and happy?? i guess i wanna say there's people im happy for and people im sad for. first of all im sad for hwi, but also really glad this conversation at the end of ep 10 was had. we've seen too many examples on this show of people not knowing how to give up on pursuing people, and even more examples of people that are poor at communicating where their interest lies and letting people down when its needed, so this made me happy. after how overwhelmed he was in earlier eps, im glad seongmin is feeling some clarity, even if i disagree but we'll get to that and i guess its his feelings that matter, and im glad he communicated clearly where he's at. but man did my heart break for hwi during that chat. there's that youthful passion and naivety to his feelings for seongmin that just feels horrid and cruel to squash, but also necessary, and i will very much second seongmin and seungjin's sentiment that he can date other people and should know that seongmin is not the only person in the world for him. in this season, it seems people have so quickly and easily found their one person they want to commit to and easily formed couples, but that doesnt mean they're right, nor does it mean that's the only person for them, and the show seems to be encouraging them away from this too. hwi was just so enamoured by seongmin, it feels like he found someone that he thought was absolutely perfect, and so letting go of that feels impossible. but for me too, i did love them together, it was so sweet and cute at the start, but things can and do change and when they do, we all need to realise it doesn't lessen anything that happened. for those couple of days, everything they felt was genuine and they were happy and that can still be remembered fondly while mourning the fact that you won't have that same happiness with that person again.

and i also wanna say im kind of sad for jaeseung. i said just that i was happy about this clarity seongmin has now, but for jaeseung, i feel sad that he just seems so on edge all the time, like how people can be on the edge of getting angry all the time, except for him it feels like he'll spiral into his worst thoughts at the simplest things. like when hwi would talk about jaeseung, yes he'd be mad and jealous, but until the end of this ep, it didn't feel that deep, like he'd joke about getting mad but i wouldn't feel that much tension. and yes while hwi did get more frustrated in these eps, for a lot longer jaeseung has been so tightly strung and will so easily get mad just when he sees hwi and seongmin together. and im like... yes ok get jealous whatever, but you can't actually get that mad when he's equally entitled to spend time with the person he likes and try to win him over. and if its bc he really does like seongmin that much then im sorry but i don't think jealously to that much of a level is sweet. you aren't a thing yet, so just take a minute and breathe bc at the end of the day, seongmin and hwi will feel and behave however you want and thats out of your hands. and i know on some level its bc he's jealous of the fact that hwi is able to express his feelings so openly and blatantly while jaesung cant, like that is what he always focuses his frustration on as if hwi doing that is bad when actually its just completely within his right and jaeseung is equally allowed to express his feelings. plus i hate to say it but i just dont feel seongmin and jaeseung's chemistry yet. if i see it later on then im more than happy to change my mind but their date was so bland and matter of fact, they don't share any interests, and since that date there's been nothing that's made me vibe with them as a couple. it feels convenient instead of something that started with feelings but hey, if genuine feelings do develop i will stand corrected, but all i say is just bc something seems like it should be right, doesnt mean it actually is.

and my final piece of happiness will of course be for seungjin bc as much as im sad about hwi losing seongmin... hwi and seungjin has so much potential to be the perfect friends to lovers to put bridgerton s3 to shame. i just think theyre fantastic together, they get on so easily and match each other's vibe so well and i'd be so happy if something developed, but i dont want to get too excited bc hwi has been so focused on seongmin that i don't know if or how his interests for others will develop now.

but all in all i liked these eps, ep 10 especially, and im very interested to see how this new love square will resolve (remember, polyamory exists too)

[eyesxxyou]

Angst about dad hobie/spiderpunk so warning! But it becomes a slight fluff?

Hobie having a afab reader as their lover. The reader actually gets pregnant from yknow, and hobie doesnt want them doing an unsafe abortion since they mightve been illegal back then or still are, and he doesnt want reader being hurt. So they have a kid and hobie stays with them no matter how hard it is being spiderman and being scared of your family being killed.

This was years ago, he shouldve been more safe, he shouldve done more. That what he tells himself as hes at your and his 8 year old daughters grave. Having a heart locket necklace that he bought for you on his neck, having a ring that he had made for his daughter and would let her wear it on special occasions on the same necklace. And inside the necklace is a photo of you three a couple of days before he lost the both of you. He has patches and stuff from both of yall on his leather jacket. Or if your crafty and make stuff or made him a leather jacket it becomes his main leather jacket he wears as it was a gift from you. Or any pins or anything he purs it on the jacket. He knows you or her wouldnt want him to blame himself but he cant stop, so he protects other familys woth his whole life. He knows how hard it is losing the hellspawn you created or the person you fell in love with. He distracts himself all the time with work, music, riots. Work+music+riots all together. Destroying osborn. Destroying villains. He overworks himself not to feel the immense pain and guilt he feels. He almost had bled out a couple of times if not for captain anarchy. You would patch him up and he got used to you doing it, he stopped doing it to himself. And he stopped caring about himself and if it happened, he just wanted his world back. He used to care about himself, you and yalls daughter did as well. Youd comfort him and now your gone, he doesnt know how to do with his feelings or anything , so thats why he distracts himself or doesnt care what happens to him. But no matter what on yalls anniversary, your birthday, your daughters birthday, his, honestly no matter what he always went to visit your grave everyday. He felt closer to you and your daughter. He was a little closer then he thought as yall were right their with him whenever hed come to visit, or just watching over him. You were his guardian angels physically and liter. He doesnt know that yet, he will once you accidentally show yourself to him when hes bleeding out when no ones around and he hears your and your daughters blissful voice. But its not his day, not today. Not yet. You give him another kiss before making sure he doesnt bleed out and his daighter also gives him kiss and cuddles him while you fix where his wounds at. He doesnt believe its real until he wakes up in an alleyway with karl shaking him and his wound is wrapped like how youd wrap it. Hed just need to change it, karl would help him with that. He still felt your and your daughters presence, and that motivates him a lot more. He is able to get more done and he finally gives himself a break. Visiting yours and his daughters grave with flowers while he is working on a new song to help anyone struggling with something similar he went to. Bit he also lets himself go to the park and relieve yalls memories from when you were kids to teens to young adults, to where yall had yalls daughter as probably 18/19/20 year olds (i dont want teen pregn in this guys even though that exist. Thatd also be a little weird writing ahout this.) But anyways while he revisits the memories he knows you and your daughter are right with him, when are yall not? And now he knows how yall feel and yalls presence, so he now always knows yall are always with him

Im sorry this shit isnt profread so sorry for any errors in my spelling but i thought this was cute, i hope you enjoyed this. A little angst but its cute (i almost cried when writing this)

-🍄

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[wanderrlust0]

-.-

idk why he says nothings wrong when i ask him, when clearly something is wrong. ik how he is & when somethings up but he still denied it. i understand if he doesnt wanna get into it rn or he just wants to let it go but like in this case, i pretty much know exactly what its about that could be bothering him & the only way to put him at ease is to talk about it….again! this one specific thing triggered his mood last night & i didnt even think it would. i noticed a red scratch mark on my chest and sent him a pic saying how i think his cat made the scratch. his reply was soo serious, like i could actually feel him doubting me thru the phone. i knew he was questioning if it was really the cat bc he said how he was close to my chest the other day and didnt see anything so that is odd that theres a scratch. !! i immediately knew where his mind went & that thought didnt even occur to me when i sent that pic..like if i knew that would cause him to think of this crazy scenario then i wouldnt have sent that snap in the first place tbh bc right after that, his tone & the way he texted just shifted. hes not the best at masking his feelings like me so i can tell when the energy feels different. i also posted some pics from the hangout on my ig story & he saw it later that night. i have a feeling that added to his misery and all of today it was so prevalent, even if he denies it. idc if he says nothings wrong bc its not convincing and its not just in my head. he went from msging me all cutesy & happy to immediately being more neutral & uninterested. we always send a snap to say good morning (unless we get busy but we still send a snap with whatever we’re doing). he didnt open the app, as well as reply to my snap, until 7:15pm.. around 4 was when i asked him whats wrong (bc i already knew he was ignoring me). his response was that nothing really is wrong and how he went straight to work and his boss switched his assignment. usually id let that go but not when its already past 7 and hes firsttt opening snapchat to answer me ? and i see that hes been on instagram. also.. hes always talking to me when hes either at work already, still at home, or driving to work. the only time he goes mia like that is when something is definitely upsetting him. also!.. when that happens, he will text me after a couple hrs to let me know how hes feeling & why he was silent. he didnt always do that but i told him to bc its not fair to me by feeling like ive done something or just the feeling of purposely being ignored by my own boyfriend. but yeah.. he didnt do any of that this time BC its this whole situation again. i really dont know what more i could do to reassure him about it. i feel like ive done and am doing all that i can rn. its mostly up to him now to let himself figure it out and honestly, just trust me. like just saying.. im not gonna be making that mistake that you (both) did and be stupid with it.. and neither will snow. theyre not a “friend” its actually becoming really genuine and sweet and i wont let it get ruined bc of him doubting me. i also wont let the friendship ruin me and him. i really cant help but compare it to what he did with his friend, especially since i just found out like a month ago. i also have this suspicion that it happened earlier that yr (when we were still together) than what he told me, but i dont even wanna think about that for any longer. i was told by her Husband! that it happened when they were still in school together. that means a year before. idk if i believe that. she mightve lied, but my suspicion’s still there. like i asked him if he remembered what month and he couldnt. all he knew was that it was during our break..-.- the what.…like 1 1/2 month long break. you dont remember which month..? i sound so salty rn omg i dont mean to. im just trying to understand. ill see how he is with me tm bc we barely talked today. kind of glad i worked most of the day so i was able to keep busy and not hyper focus on him ignoring me.

[sinnabee]

absolutely no idea why but this song reminded me of you a couple days ago. mightve been bc of the lil pokemon guys in your streams ?? dont remember. enjoy the song :D

IM SOBBING??? THIS IS SO CUTE HOW DARE YOU?????? AAAAAAAAAA

i’m playing this at the start of every stream so help me god. it’s my theme song now. it’s so cute sbdhdjskdk

thank u for sending me this as i recover from the tail end of The Worst Flu Experience I’ve Ever Had™. had a temp briefly in the 100’s but i LIVED (i think i know how like, a medieval peasant with the flu felt now, though. holy shit)

cavefairy i am biting you with so much affection rn (but also not really because i don’t want to get you sick <3 just pretend you’ve been bitten)

[whonsper]

Which oc’s are the ones you made at the same time?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED

i actually made all my oc's as pairs, one cant exist without the other. they bounce off each other and become stronger characters (mayhaps why they feel lacking as individuals but im working on it!)

sgt gunther and lancelot were my first two oc's. almost ever. at least the first two i made with the purpose of being proper fleshed out oc's. i made them last November (so not too long ago, theyre babies all things considered). they exist as fully conscious oc's, aware of the fact that they're oc's, living their best enemies to lovers life with their daughter within the endless void that is writers block.

abraham, mickey, jasper, oliver, nestor, and ambrosia all were made at around the same time. i think they all got names on the same day actually. they mightve existed before january, but i didnt consider them anything more than faceless concepts until then, when i gave them a name and a goal

abraham and mickey, my angel and human pair, were actually originally characters in a fanfic i wrote years ago that ive recently reworked into more complex original characters, in the process changing literally everything about them except the basis of their story

jasper and oliver, my vampire and human pair, are off of another fanfic idea that only stayed a concept for ages, i havent been working on them as much since that ones a side project as of rn, but ive written a couple fun scenes of the climax of their story

nestor and ambrosia are my immmortal and reincarnater pair, destined to love and lose each other over and over through time. their plot is still on the drawing board, but i love them. theyre on the same level as gunther and lancelot in which theyre just guys i put in a fucked up scenario and called it a day

some of my newer oc's still dont have names, or even looks. they exist only as concepts until i can muster the brain juice to think about them for more than three seconds and give them a name. do they have a story? yes, but a name? god no who do you think i am

that being said my newest ocs include a gecko, a snow leopard, and a weasel. i really like them and want to figure out more of their friends and where their story goes, but for now theyre animal friends hanging out in my head lol

[mythicamagic]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? - no.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? - my Chihuahua, Teddy.

03: Do you regret anything? - yes. I regret not being there emotionally for someone but hindsight is a wonderful thing. I now try to be more conscious of how everyone's doing.

04: Are you insecure? - yes.

05: What is your relationship status? - perpetually single.

06: How do you want to die? - in my sleep lmao

07: What did you last eat? - an oreo. They're overrated.

08: Played any sports? - I used to play hockey and be a good swimmer, thing of the past tho.

09: Do you bite your nails? - Nope!

10: When was your last physical fight? - ohh hm long time ago. I think I was 15-16.

11: Do you like someone? - kinda but it's not gonna happen

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? - I think so, years ago XD

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? - Nope

14: Do you miss someone? - Yep

15: Have any pets?- joint own Teddy with my sister

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? - pretty good!

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? - ha Nope.

18: Are you scared of spiders? - the big ones freak me out but I know they're just dummies. I don't mind the small ones.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? - yes, provided I keep my memories of this time.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? - not applicable XD

21: What are your plans for this weekend? - do nothing

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? - Nope none never

23: Do you have piercings? How many? - my ears are pierced

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? - Art and English

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? - yup

26: What are you craving right now? - Any kind of food lmao pizza would be nice

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? - no, but I've turned a couple of guys down.

28: Have you ever been cheated on? - no.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? - no.

30: What’s irritating you right now? - I kind of have a headache bc I teeth grind a lot and need to stop that loll

31: Does somebody love you? - platonically yes

32: What is your favourite color? - sky blue

33: Do you have trust issues? - hm...I'd say I'm skeptical but not to the point that it impacts my relationships with friends

34: Who/what was your last dream about? - really horrible actually, was about animal experiments. Then some guy was driving me somewhere, very odd.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? - I think it mightve been my brother in law last year but I'm not sure he noticed, I prefer crying alone.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? - lol no. If anything I cut people out of my life too quickly

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? - eh, apathy is the best policy.

38: Is this year the best year of your life? - I've had a strange year. Had a great time chatting to online friends, worked on myself mentally by going to the doctors, trying to become a tad more independent and adult and less harsh on myself. I'd call it a gentle growth year

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? - never had one

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? - lmao no

51: Favourite food? - indifferent to food but I guess pasta

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? - no

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? - looked at my phone

54: Is cheating ever okay? - for me personally no.

55: Are you mean? - sometimes

56: How many people have you fist fought? - two

57: Do you believe in true love? - for other people yes. I think I've seen it. In my family though I don't think I've witnessed 'true' love between spouses.

58: Favourite weather? - Warm sunny day but not too hot

59: Do you like the snow? - its pretty to look at but I don't like walking in it

60: Do you wanna get married? - it's a nice thought XD

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? - might sound patronising. Depends who's saying it

62: What makes you happy? - simping over fictional characters, walking Teddy.

63: Would you change your name? - my last name yes.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? - nope bc I kissed Teddy's forehead

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - I don't have any guy friends

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? - nope

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? - the male cashier. He looked very tired, must be because it's around Christmas time XD

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - my sister

69: Do you believe in soulmates? - no

70: Is there anyone you would die for? - yes. Theres a couple of people.

@ochrosia ask and you shall receive, you cruel woman XD

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[incorrecttwoset]

Lesson time with Dani:

The lesson here is that people should respect the flute more. And actually find good teachers so that they can learn their instruments (unlike the one flute teacher guy in acg). (OOF was that a rOAST I SEE)

And also, can you guys tell me what this piece is??? Its really fast, and super well known but i cant remember the name!!! It goes like dududududududuDUDUdududududududuDUDU

Guys halp!!!1!!11!!!! I need to know!!!!1!!11!

[todaysbird]

some more bird updates: so my family bought hanging baskets for our front porch and a family of house finches moved in not even three days later! we'll still have to water the hanging baskets so time will only tell of they'll get chased away by that or not-- but i still think its fun!!

also my mom and i saw a red-winged blackbird in the park while driving home a couple days ago-- my mom says she hasnt seen them around in years, and i think this mightve been my first time seeing one ever-- theyre so pretty!!

That’s awesome! I love both those species

[humiliatedwriter]

-distance-

*karl jacobs x reader

*angst to fluff

*after growing apart for several months, you and karl finally meet up again, however things really don’t go as planned

*hello friends and enemies! so this was requested by a fantastic anon. i admit i'm not super familliar with angst to fluff, but i had an idea for this, so i gave it a shot! i'm happy with how it ended up, even if i wrestled with it for almost three days

At first, you didn’t take it personally. Karl was a busy guy, and you didn’t know jack shit about the stuff was doing, but it escalated to the point where it was becoming clear that it was on purpose, it started out just as him taking longer than usual to reply to texts, then he stopped sending you tik toks and memes as often, then he stopped picking up your calls and rejecting all of your invitations to hang out. You don’t understand what happened. It really seemed like he just stopped wanting to be around you, you could only assume it may have been something you did or said. You had an idea of what it mightve been, but you really didnt want to consider that.

However, this just might be your chance to fix things. Out of the blue yesterday, he asked you to hang out for the first time in a month and a half and you hoped that this would be the first step to reconnecting and figuring out what was wrong. You were hopeful that this would finally solve the weird distance problem. You weren’t entirely sure what would happen if it didn’t.

You pulled into his driveway and turned your car off. You leaned back and stared at the ceiling and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to soothe your anxiety. Finally, you sat up and got out of the car.

Everything was unbearably awkward. From him opening the door, to awkwardly standing together in the entryway trying to make small talk, to the halfhearted suggestion to go sit in the backyard around the firepit. Everything reeked of awkwardness, it hurt more than anything to not only be so unfamiliar and awkward with someone you’re supposed to know so well but also to not be able to find a shred of common ground. You had no clue what was going on in his life anymore. And that ache that came with the unnatural unfamiliarity between you two settled into the bottom of your stomach and made you feel even more nauseous.

“So, I heard the owl house will be getting a third season- i can’t remember if you like it or not but it was a big deal on Twitter a couple of weeks ago.”

“Oh- yeah I heard about that. I don’t actually watch it though.”

Ouch. at this point, you felt like an out-of-touch relative, when you’re supposed to be his friend.

What ever happened to being his friend?

“Did I do something?”

“What?”

“Did I do something to hurt you? For the past month, you’ve been so distant, it feels like we don’t even know each other anymore. If I did something I need to know. I hate to think I hurt you without making it right”

Karl stares at you, shock and sadness clear on his face. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something and shuts it again. At this point, he can’t even meet your eyes. He stared off to the side and nervously fidgeted with his hands.

After all this time, after all this sadness and hurt from having someone you cared for so much slip away, he couldn’t even offer the courtesy of explaining why. Sadness festered into anger as you stood up, still on the verge of tears,

“Since you don’t seem to want to even try to fix this, I think I’m just gonna go.”

You brushed yourself off and made your way to the door, grabbing your bag and holding back tears. You were only a few steps from the door when he spoke,

“I have feelings for you.”

You hardly believed him, after all he did to push you away? You could only assume this was a cruel joke. You sigh and move to push open the door.

“I have feelings for you, And I hate that I feel like this. I’m supposed to be your friend, that’s what you see me as, that’s all we’re supposed to want from eachother. Just friendship. It’s wrong for me to lead you into thinking that’s what I want when I’ve been wanting more for so long. I tried to push it aside and let it die but it only got worse the more I was around you. So I just decided the best course of action was to just distance myself and hope it would go away.”

There was a long pause, you could hear him crying, and unsurprisingly you were crying too.

“An-and they never did”

You pressed your forehead against the door, all thoughts of leaving long since abandoned. After a long silence, you made your way back over to him. You hover behind him, you desperately wanted to comfort him and tell him you felt the same all along.

Eventually, you drooped your bag and sat down on the ground beside him, unsure of where to go from here. You stared into the empty fire pit and slowly reached for his hand letting it hover near his and letting him decide if he wanted it. And to your immense relief, he did.

After holding hands for a while and getting your breathing under control, you swallowed a few times and tried to speak.

“I was worried you found out I had feelings for you, and you were pushing me away because you were mad about it”

For the first time in so long, he looked you in the eye, and even in such a vulnerable moment, it brought you comfort.

“You had feelings for me?”

“I still do, actually.”

He looked up, face unreadable while he blankly staring into the sky.

“When did you realize?”

You smiled and layed back in the grass, staring at the sky too,

“So it was after one of our night skating escapades, the one where we got super hungry and tried to make pancakes afterwards. I remember feeling so weird the entire night, and then when i was sitting in the kitchen afterwards thinking about it, i looked up at you and everything sorta clicked. I didnt want to make things awkward so i just sorta tried to ignore it and never said anything.”

He giggled, “really? I looked like shit that night.”

“What about you? When did you figure it out?”

“You remember when we tried to go hiking that one time? I felt so bad about not being able to get through it, like i thought you were going to be super mad at me. And when you just said okay and turned around when i said i couldnt finish it i just- i dont know. It made me feel cared about? You make me feel like that all the time but it was moments like that when i really felt it. Either way while we were in the car back to your place i was thinking about that, and thats sorta when everything clicked.”

You stared at the sky, watching it change and thinking about what he said. That was such a tiny moment, you hardly remembered it, but then again it was probably the same for him.

You sat up and punched him in the arm, snapping him out of his daze.

“Oww what was that for??”

“Ignoring me was a huge asshole move, and im pissed about that. But i sorta understand? It wasnt the right way to go about that but i guess it makes sense.”

“im sorry about that. I was being extremely unfair to you about that and i know i must have hurt you in so many ways by doing that. There really wasnt an excuse for that.”

“Thank you. Im just glad we got this out in the open.”

“Same here.”

You looked away from him and noticed just how dark it had gotten. The sun had all but set now and it was getting colder.

“Jesus fuck how long have we been talking? Its getting really dark.”

You got up and dusted yourself off “i better get going then- its probably getting late”

“Wait” karl stood up and turned to you, “do you maybe want to have a sleepover? To make up for lost time.”

And how could you ever say no to that?

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[nudibranchpropaganda]

t soapghost cooking class au 4.1k unbeta'd

cross-posted to ao3

a recent break up doesn't stop soap from going out and attending a romantic couples cooking class. it's a good thing too, because he's never seen a man more attractive than their instructor in his life.

a/n idk i mightve gotten carried away, but enjoy! :)

cw: swearing, minor injuries, soaps a horny bastard (pls dont hit on your course instructors btw)

bright light bounces off the steel counter in front of him, his distorted reflection staring morosely back. a crisp little cream coloured card sits in front of him, johnny scrawled in looping black cursive. there’s a conspicuously empty place beside him, glaringly obvious in a room full of pairs. he shifts from foot to foot, impatient as everyone waits for their instructor to make themselves known.

gleaming metal dominates the classroom, bowls and pans stacked under steel counters, assorted cooking utensils glittering in clusters around his workstation. it's a foreign world to him, this realm of creativity and construction. that'd been the whole point of taking the class, he was going to learn with his partner, explore the world that meant so much to him.

fuck if he's not feeling shitty though, stuck doing this alone after catching the bastard throating some other man's dick three days ago. most of his rage had burnt itself out when he'd chucked his shit out into the pouring rain. now it just hurts. achy like a bruise that keeps getting prodded. 

he'd almost said fuck it and not gone, not particularly interested in learning fine italian cooking on his few days of leave, but it wasn't a cheap class and tossing that much cash at something just to skip it didn't sit right.

it doesn't make waiting around any more pleasant though. rain pelts the window behind him as he leans against the counter, foot tapping rhythmically on the tile floor. there's an assortment of containers spread across his station, opaque plastic and metal bowls holding the ingredients for their meals. staccato snap-clicks break up murmured conversation, just as his neighbours are starting to notice the double doors to the kitchen swoosh open.

the man that steps out towers over everyone. his hands still, one final click as he takes him in. johnny's so caught on the wide sweep of his shoulders and the way his apron accents his absolutely criminally narrow waist he’s completely caught by surprise when the man speaks. 

"evening everyone, my name's simon and i'll be your instructor today." 

oh shit, he thinks, he's hot.

the first course they make is actually the last one they'll eat. simon walks them through the process of making panna cotta, showing them how to heat their cream and sugar mixture without scalding themselves or the dish.

he delicately sprinkles in the gelatin and lemon zest once the pot's off the burner, whisking quickly and thoroughly to avoid clumps--his disdain for clotted desserts evident in his tone. he'd find it off putting and snooty if simon wasn't so god damn attractive at the front of the class.

he's barely focusing on technique, absorbed in the exposed skin and muscle of simon's forearms as he works. the dark, curling ink of a tattoo stretches from elbow to wrist, peeking out of his rolled up sleeve. each swirl of the pan makes the corded muscles hidden beneath it flex, whisk moving rapidly as the mixture thickens.

"do you see how all the gelatin and sugar has dissolved?" he tilts the pan towards them, showing off the creamy mixture, "there’s no point in continuing on past this point, you’re just going to make your wrist hurt.” 

muscles tighten beneath pale skin, coiling power as he returns the pan to the burner momentarily. johnny’s seized by the need to find out how they feel under his palms, whether simon’d let him sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of his forearms.

“it needs to get into the freezer quickly if you want it to be set by the time we eat it. if you're not sure if all the gelatin has dissolved, please call me over."

he looks up at them, seems to be waiting for consensus. there's a smattering of yeses, the odd nod, enough that it seems like most of the class is on the same page. johnny certainly isn't, left behind as that dark gaze rests on him. simon snorts a bit at whatever's scrawled across his face, emotions an open book to those searching depths.

"right then," he says, tipping the warm cream into a ceramic bowl-thing, "once you're done, there should be enough for one serving. make sure you place your ramekin on the right label,” with a smile, he gestures towards the baking trays in front of them.

"some of you may have more cooking experience than others, and want to make sure that what you eat at the end of the night tastes decent.” they all watch him set his ramekin down, “don't mess it up, you'll be eating whichever one is on top of your name."

with that, they're dismissed. clanking steel and chattering couples begin to fill the room. johnny stares at the assorted bowls and containers in front of him, feeling out of his depth for the nth time that night. the booklet of recipes stares back at him, mocking his infatuation with simon and his inability to pay attention to his instructions.

he glances up, sweeps the room for simon's chef's coat, only to find him making his way over already. his long legs eat up the distance between them and soon he's standing on the other side of johnny's station. Fabric stretches taught across the breadth of his chest, the tantalising swell of his bicep.

"figured you might need some pointers," he says with a small grin, "there's always at least one space cadet and i'd like to avoid a kitchen fire tonight."

"anyone ever told you you're a bit of a dick?" it slips out before johnny can stop himself, flushing heat filling his cheeks as he blushes. simon barks out a laugh, head tipping back and showing off the strong column of his neck. 

ink peeks out of the high collar of his jacket, black lines crawling up the side of his neck, stark against the pale skin. At first glance it looks like lurid bruising, deep marks embedded into the tender curve of his neck. 

"all the time mate, you're not special." he's still smiling as he reaches for the scattered ingredients, "now, here's what you're going to do."

the first half-hour passes in a blur, simon flitting in and out of his workspace with dry quips and instructions on his next step. soon enough, everyone's got their little ramekins on the baking sheet above their name and another man in a chef's coat whisks them away through the swinging double doors.

"now that that's out of the way, time to learn how to make pasta from scratch.” simon’s dark eyes meet his, fathomless brown drawing him in. “before you get your panties in a twist, i promise it's nowhere near as hard as you think it is," he says, mouth twisting into a smile around his words. "first we're going to....."

once again, johnny loses track of his instructions, instead letting the rolling burr of voice wash over him as he watches his hands work. he's efficient, quick, but still incredibly graceful as he makes the dough directly on the counter. his hands are strong, dexterous fingers mixing together the eggs in a well of flour before beginning to knead the dough to a malleable and elastic ball.

tension coils up his body with each press, muscle bunching and releasing beneath his crisp jacket. he's so smooth, each motion gliding into the next, an undulating wave carrying power with each knead. his large hands work the dough, solid and strong. 

he's laser focused on the way his whole body moves each time he mashes the pasta dough into the unforgiving steel counter. makes him think of another motion, another type of activity, one with less clothing and more sweat.

the way simon leans over the counter with every knead pulls on his stiff cotton uniform until it stretches tight across strong shoulders and thick thighs. he's shaken out of that train of thought as simon scoops up the ball, jabs a finger into the top of it and shows off to the class.

"see how when i press on the dough it springs back slightly?" there's a little dent the size of his fingertip, a slight depression in the taught surface of the pasta, "that means we've developed enough gluten for it to hold its shape. now, it needs to rest for a bit and we'll work on the filling." he sets the dough in the bowl, covers it and then pulls out the rest of his ingredients.

"before we get into the rest of this, who knows how to handle a knife properly?" he holds his knife aloft and johnny just barely refrains from making a joke about something else he knows how to handle. there's a sharp glint of amusement in simon's bottomless gaze when he glances over at johnny, almost like he knows.

"best practice is to keep the blade pinched between your thumb and forefinger along the spine here," the rest of his long fingers uncurl to demonstrate what he means, "it gives you significantly more control because the hilt won't roll in your grip.” 

the rest of his long fingers curl around the handle, caress the smooth material, “keep the rest of your hand behind the bolster and make sure your grip remains relaxed, but tight enough you still have control."

"when you're actually cutting things, let the knife guide your movement," he reaches for a small bowl, dumps a pile of green leaves onto his cutting board. "today we're going to add arugula to our ricotta filling. it's a relatively delicate veg, so make sure you only give it a rough chop. enough that you won't get a whole leaf in your bite, but not so small you turn it into paste, okay?"

everyone watches as he gathers the leaves into a tight bundle and begins to chop. "keep the tips of your finger away from the edge of your knife." he looks up at this, continues his even cuts as he stares them down. "i really don't want to deal with one of you cutting off your fingers, no blood or flesh should make it in." 

there's a smattering of giggles, one person even says yes, chef!, making simon huff a laugh. "good, then pay attention to the rest of this, yea?" 

he walks them through mixing the filling, rolling out their dough. soon enough he's igniting his burner, melting down butter until it begins to brown and tossing in walnut pieces and sage.

he's in his element, quiet passion leaking through with every word, every move. it hooks deep in johnny's gut, tugs at him as he watches the absolute confidence simon exudes. there's no second guessing, no hesitation. everything has a reason, nothing is wasted.

there's a certain pleasure in just watching a master of their craft work. the skilled flick of his wrist that sends the contents of his pan into the air, tossed effortlessly as his pasta boils away to the side. it's almost voyeuristic, all of them crowding around to watch this man work. butter hisses and spits as simon adds the cooked ravioli, swirling them in the pan until they're fully coated in sauce. 

"you can plate them however you want," he says, scooping out the fried sage and walnuts, “but i like to have a little bit of everything in a bite.”

each spoonful is placed artfully over the ravioli, spilled butter wiped up with a cloth until it looks fit for an upscale restaurant "and when you're finished there are tables in the next room to eat at. off you go then."

he finishes off by waving a hand at them, collecting his dishes in a pan and making his way around the counter. johnny finds himself more at ease when he wanders over, flour on the counter and his eggs in their well.

"seems like you paid better attention this time," simon's wandered over, hip braced against his station as johnny works. he tracks his every move, nothing escaping his notice. 

"figured i should learn somethin at least," he says, scooping his shaggy dough together and beginning to work it into a ball.

simon hums, watches him work with a keen eye. he almost seems to be as distracted as johnny was, it makes him preen a bit, flex a little harder with each knead to show off his hard earned muscle.

he only catches it because he's watching so closely, but simon's chocolate eyes go a little blank for a moment, lips thinning, before he smirks a bit. there’s a brief flash of white teeth, small scar on his lip puckering the surrounding skin. johnny slows, seized by a visceral need to find out what it feels like against his mouth. 

"you're doing it wrong." he barely avoids squawking like a fucking chicken, surprised and a little insulted by simon's bluntness.

"here," he says, reaching over the counter to grip his wrist, "drive with the heel of your palm, not the flat of your hand. you want to push it across the table, not flatten the dough."

he barely manages to apply the new direction, trapped by the feeling of simon's callused fingers holding his wrist. his hand is warm, grip firm as he guides johnny's motion.

the pads of his fingers slip under the side of his hand, press against his palm to force it into the right angle. the dough gets shoved across the table, almost straight into simon's midriff.

"much better," he says, hand still burning a brand into johnny's wrist. slowly, he drags his fingers back, lets them linger along the sensitive skin of his inner wrist. it chases a shiver down johnny's spine, heat licking up his bones as simon ignites a fire in his gut.

"excuse me!" a woman calls from across the room, "i'm sorry, but i just can't figure this out and my dough isn't coming together." simon turns, ambles over to her station, his fingers dragging one more lingering pass along johnny's pulse. 

"it's all right," he says, drifting over to her slowly, "can you show me what you've already tried?"

johnny's glad for the brief separation, his heartbeat pounds in his veins as he recovers from simon's lingering touches. there shouldn't be that much heat packed into one little touch, five fingers and a palm haven’t affected him that much since he was a young lad.

he takes a moment, gets back to working his dough into a rough imitation of simon's. once it's wrapped and set aside to rest, he turns to the ricotta and arugula. a few cracks of pepper, a pinch of salt, one egg to bind it together.

his knife slices through the greens like butter, his first cuts smooth sailing. it lulls him into complacency. on the next slice, he lifts the knife too high, accidentally slips his knuckle into the path of his blade.

the knife is so sharp it takes a second to register the pain. "shit," he curses, scrambling for a dish towel, "shit, shit, fuck."

blood spills down his finger, runs in rivulets down the back of his hand. some of it slips into the space between his fingers, smears across the top of his palm in his frantic search.

the skin on his second knuckle is gone. right in the bend of his finger he's managed to cut it off, clean edges and stinging pain. it quickly subsides, dulling to an easily ignored ache in seconds.

"you broken?" simon asks, charging straight into his personal space. it's forceful, the tone of a man expecting to be answered. 

"what happened johnny?" there's an undercurrent of worry, his quiet concern making him flush again. The scar on his lip is distracting again, sharp canine peeking out as he frowns. 

"nothing, it's alright. just caught my knuckle under the knife. mostly just bleedin like a bitch right now." he looks up, meets simon's stare and smiles. "had worse, don't worry about little ol'me. i'll survive."

"told you," he says, cracking a relieved smile, "no flesh. no blood."

it makes johnny laugh, breaks the tension filling the classroom as everyone else sighs with relief and goes back to their dish.

"c'mon, we'll get you cleaned up and back to rights." simon, slips his hand into the crook of his elbow, guides him towards the steel doors leading to the staff only area. they swing open with a swoosh, the other man from earlier looks up from his prep station.

"price, do you mind covering for me? gotta little first aid to deal with," he sweeps a hand towards johnny where he stands clutching his stained towel.

"course simon," he says, wiping his hands and making his way past them, "patch kit should be refilled from garrick's class last week."

"cheers, thanks price. won't be too long." he turns to johnny, gestures towards the counter, "hop up and let me take a look."

simon swings around, makes his way to the shelves towards the edge of the room and begins rifling for the first aid kit as johnny pops up onto the table. the steel is cold under his ass, gradually seeping through the thick denim of his jeans as he waits.

his finger has started to ache, shock wearing off and nerves starting to work again. simon's making his way over, bright red kit swinging from his hand and a bowl of water balanced in the other.

"right then," he says, setting his load down by johnny's hip, "damage report, let me see what i'm working with."

his hands are gentle as they pull the dishcloth away from his bleeding knuckle. the flow is sluggish, already stopping with pressure. there's a not insignificant chunk of his knuckle missing, blood drying into the creases of his skin.

simon hums, dips the clean corner of the cloth into the glass of water and begins wiping away the leftover blood. he works steadily, gentle as he cleans and dries the wound. his blood is dabbed away with the damp corner, patted dry so softly he almost can’t feel it. 

johnny finds himself leaning forward with each pass of the cloth, watching the minute ways simon's expressions shift. he gets distracted by the pale sweep of his eyelashes as they flutter against his cheekbone, the graceful sweep of his cupid's bow as he bites his lip in concentration.

the ghost of simon's breath caresses his hand, whispery breeze brushing the spaces between his fingers. his palm is warm, nothing like the searing brand from earlier as he supports johnny's wrist. he can't help but be drawn into simon's orbit, caught in his gravitational force and circling helplessly.

 "hold this," he says, carefully wrapping johnny's fingers around the cloth as he searches for a plaster. simon's stepped closer, pretty much between johnny's legs as he looked through the kit.

johnny finds himself once again caught in the riptide of his imagination, thinking about leaning forward and tilting simon's chin up, catching his pretty pink lips in a kiss. he's so pale, johnny's certain he'd flush such a lovely red if he blushed. might even match the stains scattered over the ruined towel.

he wants to chase it, see how far it might go. unwrap this man's stiff cotton armour and sink his teeth into soft, pale, flesh. leave the bruised imprint of his jaws, set them to the corded muscle of his arms, shoulders, back, ass, and bite. wonders if he'd bruise deep purple like the night sky, lurid purple spots spread across the canvas of his skin.

"give me your hand." it's sharp. cracks his fantasy in half. he blinks at simon, so close they're breathing the same air. "johnny? can you give me your hand?"

"ye-yea, course, sorry. got distracted." simon snorts, paper crinkles as he opens the packaging.

"you, distracted? couldn't be true." he's quiet, murmuring between the two of them as machinery hums in the background.

"oi," he says, still low in the space between them, " i can pay attention. i can even be studious."

"hmmm sure, i'll believe it when i see it,” he says, barely a whisper, “need you to open your hand up if i'm ever gonna wrap your finger." simon's fingers curl under his, softly coaxing them to relax and open, "good, just like that," he rumbles.

it shoots straight down johnny's spine, sends sparks skittering along every nerve ending in his body. he's alert, fully drawn into simon’s orbit.

"alright johnny," he says, "i think you're all patched up."

"oh i don't know, it still hurts." simon's head snaps up, their eyes lock and johnny realises just how close they are. he can feel each of simon's shuddering breaths spill across his face, humid and warm as they buffet his chin and lips.

his head tips even further towards simon, their lips a hair's breadth away, "might need you to kiss it better for me."

their eyes are still locked together, each a fathomless pit of desire roiling below the barest hint of composure. simon's breath hitches, caught in his chest as johnny puts everything out in the open.

he holds johnny's stare, slowly lifts his wrist up between their faces. his tongue darts out, wets his lips in a quick pass. they press sweetly just below his injured knuckle, so careful not to add anymore pain.

"better?" he asks, voice rough as it rumbles up from the depths of simon's chest.

"yea," johnny knows he's red, blushing from his chest to the tips of his ears, "my very own knight in shining armour."

simon snorts, pulls back as the tension between them cracks and shatters. "c'mon then, if you're all patched up it's time to head back out."

he hops down, braces himself on the counter as his legs turn to jelly. desire coils through him, a snake ravenously devouring what little control he has left. it winds its way through him, scraping out his rib cage and devouring all his soft insides. it replaces them with a burning fire, desperate for release.

he dutifully follows simon back out into the classroom. the hiss of fire and clatter of people cooking comes as a shock to his system, so used to the brief intimacy of the back kitchen.

the rest of the class passes in a blur. he technically cooks a lovely lamb sirloin and potato gnocchi, but fucked if he can remember any of it. everything is just a haze of simon, simon, simon, who seems to return all the desire and more. 

each demonstration feels like a private lesson, dark eyes trapping him as his smooth voice rolls over the room. they leak heat with every pass, fanning the flames of need curling through him. 

he seems to be finding any excuse to wander his way over to johnny, just as trapped in his orbit. johnny never once eats in the dining room, invited instead by simon to eat together at the front of the class while they gather dishes and ferry them into the back kitchen.

he learns more and more about the lovely chef and with each new piece of shared history the fire inside him is stoked higher and higher. impatience begins to bleed into both of them the closer they get to the end of the class.

he barely tastes the panna cotta from earlier, no better than ash in his mouth as he tries his fucking hardest not to drop to his knees at simon's feet. watching the man lick creamy dessert from the end of a spoon probably counts as torture, the noises he makes definitely do.

johnny doesn't know how to feel about the fact that simon is the kind of man that enjoys food. on one hand, he's so damn expressive johnny can't help but feel every emotion as well. on the other hand, he fucking moans when it's something he really enjoys.

his sanity is crumbling more and more, brain turning to liquid with every passing second. it feels like he's never going to make it out alive.

finally though, they reach the end of the night. the last of the dishes are collected, straggling students out the door. it's only johnny and simon, price hidden away behind closed doors as he finishes the closing routine. they're at a crossroads, a turning point of the night.

"so," simon finishes drying his hands, tosses the cloth in a basket and rounds the counter to stand in front of johnny, "what do you suppose we do now?"

"i was thinking it might be my turn to teach you something," he says, holding out a motorbike helmet, "what do you say?"

simon grins, blindingly bright, "let me grab my coat."

soap signing up for a couple’s cooking class with his partner—when said partner breaks up with him a day before the class

soap going anyway because he doesn’t want to waste the money he spent on it, and who knows, maybe he’ll find someone else there. or, at the very least, he wouldn’t be the only (now-) single

soap realizing that maybe it had been a good thing he’s here alone with the rapidly-growing obsession with the class’s instructor, ghost, and his unfairly attractive arms and the muscles that move as he works

(and ghost, spending the most time helping soap, even when soap hardly needs it. then soap lingering in the class once it’s over, waiting for everyone to clear out just for a chance to keep talking to ghost, who is more than happy to chat with soap as he cleans and closes up)

[corpsoir]

tell me about archeology 🔫

OOUGHHGHH i could talk all day about archaeology okay. where do i even start.

archaeology is so much and its so COOL and GFUHAHSHASSGGGG

okay anyway heres a couple of fun facts‼️ in some ancient agricultural landscapes around here you can find cairns from when people have removed rocks from the ground to be able to use the soil for farming. this is basically just. big piles of rocks. big rocks in the dirt will make it impossible to plow so you gotta remove them!! sometimes in really really old farming fields (called fossila åkrar in swedish, basically fossil fields lol idk if thats the correct term in english though!) you can find these cairns half buried in thousands of years of accumulated soil. AND HERES THE FUN PART. if you kick the top rocks sticking out of the dirt the vibrations will travel through the cairn and youll hear a really weird CLONK sound from the ground and the ground will vibrate and feel funny. during my first year of studying my professor showed us this and then a couple of us students stood there kicking a pile of rocks giggling like idiots

oh and you know the thing about archaeologists licking bones and rocks and stuff while digging? yeah thats a thing (i've done it, i've also almost licked a lump of lead because i got excited) but its probably not as big of a thing as people seem to think it is. identifying bone is really easy when you know what youre looking for, bones are porous and very lightweight, and if you scratch it with your nail it'll feel different from lets say a piece of ceramic or a rock or wood.

when radiocarbon dating in some places we have to keep nuclear fallout from bombs in mind and use different models to calculate the age of the material (radiocarbon dating can only be done with things that have once been a part of a living organism btw)

a rock that has been picked up by a human a long time ago and not been altered, only moved from its original place and deposited at a completely different place, is called a manuport. these rocks mightve been picked up by someone simply because it looked cool!! some famous manuports naturally resemble humans in shape and were probably picked up by someone going WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE US THATS SO COOL

i can talk all day about random archaeology things sorry HABFHAJFBDNDB