#apologies i had no insperation ^^'

[kapitein-oranghien-29]

Could you draw a fat minotaur in armor

P.s love your style

When you bring your suspiciously large 'friend' with you on a crusade, that doesn't talk. "Did he just moo?" "Nay, must be the helmet muffling his heavy accent" (*ﾉヮﾉ)

[petew21-blog]

Friends for life

This Zack, my best childhood friend. When we were kids, we were basically inspereable. We spent so much time together. We slept over each tohers houses. Even better was the fact that our moms were best frinds. So not only they spend so much time together, but so did we. But that was 6 years ago. Everything changed when my dad died. Zack was there for me, but over time we grew apart. I had to help out my mum with my two sisters and she had to get another job to get enough money for us. Zack's mom on the other hand got divorced and found a new boyfriend. Who I heard didn't really get on well with Zack.

Me and Zack talked from time to time, but it was mainly superficial. Zack was now a very well respected guy in the school. He was always into sports. But now he was a swimmer, basketball and a football player as well. I don't know where he got all that time and energy. Even if we saw each other in the classroom we just smiled or waved at each other. Maybe even this very tiny friendship was the reason why no bullies dared to touch me. Not that Zack would every bully anyone, but if he knew that the other guys bullied someone, he always stood up for that person and ended it. And the bullies even apologized sometimes. That's how respected he was.

So yeah Zack's a jock and I am a classic nerd. Or maybe not classic. I don't really have much time to play games on the computer because of my job, but when I have some spare time I read comic books. So yeah, that makes me a nerd I suppose. And I do quite well at school too. Maybe not the PE, I kinda suck at that, but I get by.

Present time

Me and several other classmates were assigned to start decorating the halls for upcoming prom. Most of my classmates were really excited for that, but not me. I didn't have anyone to go with. Not anyone I wanted to atleast. Ok, I'll say it. I am gay, which complicates things a bit. And the person I would really like to go to prom with is Zack. But that will never happen. Zack is 100% striaght and it would totally ruin his reputation in the school.

But that doesn't stop me from obssessing about him. I saw him a few times in the locker rooms which gave me a pretty consistent image of how he changed over the years. He was pretty much the same Zack I grew up with, but I bet that his junk is much bigger than I remember. Truth be told, Zack was the first (and only) person who I had any sexual experience with. I know it sounds sus, but he only wanted to experiment jerking each other off as most boys do at their younger years. Back then I was really puzzled and didn't know what to do. Now I just wish I could go back to that moment once again.

I was one of the few remaining students. The rest headed to the shops to get their dresses and suits. I told them to leave and that I would finish it by myself, cause I wasn't planning on going anyway.

I entered the gym to get a ladder, to help me set up the last few letters over the door. And there he was, on the other side of the room. Zack was lifting some weights I didn't even know how to name. He noticed me battling with the ladder nd hurried up to help me. I mean... wouldn't you crush about him too?

Zack:"Hey, man. Nobody came to help you with this? It's pretty heavy."

Me:"Hey, no. They all left to get their suits and all. So it's just me now."

Zack:"Oh, that's sad. You need help with something?"

Me:"No, it's fine. It's just final touches. But thanks"

Zack:"All right, man. But if you need, don't hesitate to ask ok?"

He smiled and went back to finish his set.

I was basically drooling, As I was climbing the ladder and trying to reach the letters, I stumbled and grabbed onto a light. I must have been shocked or something cause then I found myself on the floor. But I wasn't on the ground, I was standing. And on the ground was my body, unconcious.

I looked at my hands and they were barely visible. I tried to reach my body but it wouldn't accept my soul. Fuck, am I dying? I tried to call out for Zack but he didn't hear me. I ran to him and saw him lifting his weights. I tried to reach for him, but before I did I felt a force pulling me towards him. And as I was pulled away I felt something being ejected out of his body.

I opened my eyes, looking in front of me. But Zack was gone now. I turned around but he wasn't anywhere. As I looked down, I noticed I was now wearing bright red shorts, and on top of that a very sweaty torso, which definitely wasn't mine. I reached out my hands. Fuck, is this really happening? I searched the pockets and found a phone. In its reflection I saw Zack's face. Oh my god. Did I really just possess Zack's body? And where is he?

The responsible flow of thoughts was now interrupted by the two huge sweaty biceps now in the way where I usually didn't mind them. I flexed and oh my god, the tightness, the strength. I felt amazing.

I knew it was bad, but I just had to give it a try. What if I might never have a chance to do this ever again, I stuck out my new tongue and licked my new shoulder all the way to my biceps. Which also allowed me now to inhale the scent of my sweaty armpit. "This is so amazing!"

I then proceeded to touch my new belly full off abs. "How the hell did he get these?"

"Lot of working out and calorie deficit" a voice called out from the other side of the room, where I was before. And there was my body. Standing.

"Zack? Is that you?"

"Yeah. Would you mind telling me how this happened?"

I wanted to be completely honest, I swear, but I think that he doesn't need to know the part where my soul travelled to his body and was pulled by it.

"So, are we gonna try to reverse it the same way? Cause your body is really hurting from the fall and my body needs to be ready for a game tommorow. So I'm not really sure about that"

"I'm really sorry about that Zack. I mean, you're right that maybe it was my near deth experience that caused this, but I don't know if endangering our lives would allow to swap us back. What if the other one dies and the remaining one will have to keep on living the other ones life?"

"Yeah, you're onto something. Well, we're gonna have to figure out how to pass on as each other."

We spoke some more about how we were gonna live our lives without anyone thinking we have gone crazy.

"Ok, Zack. Just one question. How about... you know. Private stuff?"

"You mean my personal things at home or phone? Well that shouldn't be so bad I think. I don't have many secrets to tell or something, haha"

"No, I mean. Eventually we're gonna have to take a shower or go to a toilet."

"Oh, right. I haven't thought of that. Well, than my body is your body? I mean, I don't really like to think about somebody else using my body like that, but I know you're a good person and all, so I know you'll treat my body well. Maybe just... no sex? Could you do that for me please?"

"Zach, I haven't had sex yet even in my body. I mean, your body is attractive and all so, I know I could get a date in your body or smth, but that's not something I would do."

"Ok, thanks man. Just making sure. And also another thing. I..."

"What is i Zack?"

"Give me a second, it's kind off embarasing for me. I have to jerk off in the evening everyday. If I don't I sometimes have wet dreams the next morning"

"Dude, that's nothing to be ashamed of. That happens, Zack"

"Thanks. I know you mean well, but I just know my body. So I know you'll have to take care of that now or you'll have a very unpleasant morning including the washing of the clothes and bed linens."

I felt Zack dick in my new shorts getting hard just by hearing about this. Not only am I in the body of my crush, but he himself gave me permission to jerk off his dick. How crazy is that?

"Ok, Zack. If that's what needs to be done, I'll do it." I said it in a way to make it sound like I wasn't thrilled to jerk off his dick

"And in exchange I'll get to jerk off your dick. Do you have any other secrets I should know about?"

OH FUCK NO I am not telling him "Well... not really. I think."

"Good, then let's get to it. In case you won't know what to do, just text me and I'll help you"

I was approaching Zack's house. The one where I basically grew up secondary to mine. I knew where all the rooms were. What stuff was placed where. But that was before the death of my dad and before the divorce. Who knows what's different

I entered the house anticipating horrible things. And then a strange man left the restroom. "Hey, dipshit. Back from school already? Jesus fuck. The kids these days. Why don't you get a job kid" he left for the kitchen to grab himself a cold beer and left for the living room.

Now I understand why Zack spent so much time at school doing sports. He didn't want to stay at home longer than necessary.

Anyway, up to Zack's room. His room was not filthy, it was kind of clean, but at the same time it was a but disorganized. Some of his used clothes were lying on the ground. I grabbed one of his boxers and grabbed it to my face. This is my smell now. The smell of my dick. I inhaled and held it to my nose.

As I felt my dick hardening, I didn't waste no time and started undressing myself. Zack's small mirror didn't do the trick for me so I left to the bathroom.

"Ok, modern shower. That's new. Gonna have to give it a go"

I took off all my remaining clothes. I left his necklace on and then just stared at my new reflection in the mirror. How amazing is this?

I touched his jawline, his already growing beard, scratching my hand. His lips, shivering underneath my touch. His beautiful nose. His eyes, that now contained my soul and not his looked a bit different, but same too. I took my right hand and place it on my neck while my left hand was already enjoying the hairtrail blow my stomach.

"Oh Zack, I think you'd be the type to shave. Might do that for you to fully embrace this massive beast" and with that I lowered my right hand that was before resting on my vibrating throat and now started jerking my new dick.

"Just doing what I had been told. Haha"

I jerked faster. I was slightly moaning but not loud enough to cause suspicion with Zack's step dad. I was observing the tense muscles just working hard to get me into the state of pure euphoria.

I was getting close. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I jerked so hard that the cum flew out of my dick right to the mirror in front of me. Is I stood there, smiling with my semi-hard dick in my hand I just saw the door swung open.

I quickly covered my dick and whole self with a towel, but even the partial view could give the viewer enough information. His step dad was furious

"What the hell you fucker?!? You're jerking off here while you could do some usefull job instead? I will have a very long talk with your mother when she gets here!"

What the hell just happened. Why is he so mad at Zack all the time. He's a student and a busy one at that. I don't know what this guy's problem is

I cleaned up the bathroom and got ready for the next time. Just the fact that I got the privilege to smell Zack's scent all the time and sleep in his bed. But having his body was a whole new level. I never even dreamed of this

The next day was horrible. I started the day with PE at school and let me tell you, that having a great body full of muscles is one thing. But having a weak will to actually do it is another. I was exhausted. I felt like I wouldn't be able to get up again after finishing

I saw Zack aproaching me in my body with a concerned look. I was beggining to worry what was on his mind

Zack:"Hey... umm how was your first night as me?"

Me:"Gotta say that the stepdad you got there is an another level of douchebag. I can't believe how you can live with that"

Zack:"Yeah, he is like that all the time. I don't know what mom sees in him. He's actually super nice to her, but seems to hate me just for breathing"

Me:"Yeah. I'll tell you later. There has been a bit of embarassing encounter"

Zack:"Actually I might ask you about something else first. Last night as I was in the bed I was trying to jerk off your dick, very nice by the way"

Me:"Jesus, don't make it more awkward than it is"

Zack:"Sorry. We'll I was trying to jerk off as I normally would, watching porn and stuff, but I couldn't. Then my mind wandered over to the guy on the video... I have to ask you and don't be afraid to answer. Are you gay?"

Me:"Yeah... I've been meaning to tell you for a long time. Well... since we're already saying everything to each other. I'll just admit it right now. I... I have a crush on you Zack"

Zack:"That was my another question. I have my head filled with thoughts. Very naughty thoughts including my body, so I am happy that you cleared this up and I am not just another self centered weirdo. But the question is. Would you let me suck my dick?"

Oh man

Another story from the inbox: Can you do a classic swap story between a nerd and a straight jock? I always find those to be super hot

Hey guys. Sorry for the great break. I was finishing my exams (I passed them all, yay) and now I am in a different country on an externship trying to figure shit out. But I do have some free time during the day and I get to write a bit about my drafts and the stories in your inbox. And thanks to everyone who texted me all the supportive and kind words :) really appreciate it

[cyro-starfire]

What hurts to talk about...

Cyro X Minus!Lemon Monster hurt/comfort fic

Once again i will be tagging @monsternightfunkin because their blog gives me insperation to write

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC:⚠️ OC X CANON, ABUSE MENTION, NIGHTMARE, TRAUMA, SLIGHT SELF HARM (Hitting head), CRINGE

Colors for characters

Cyro - Pink

Minus - Orange

Please enjoy my horrid writing if you can!

It was late into the night, probably around 11 PM or 12 AM. Minus had been put in charge in taking care of Cy, despite Girlfriend and Pico being reluctant in letting him. The others knew Minus was strong enough to protect Cy if any danger were to come into the house. Cyro was sleeping on their bed while Minus slept on the floor, the alien had insisted that Minus should sleep on their bed but he declined, he was worried that with his weight he'd crush the bed, besides their rug wasn't too bad to sleep on, it was soft and fuzzy like him!

Cyro had been very reluctant on letting Minus sleep on the floor because it just didn't feel all to right but they really couldn't say no to him, so they let him sleep on their rug anyway. Despite it being the floor, Minus was catching some good Z's, having a pretty good dream! Cyro on the other hand...was having the opposite experience...

The poor alien was having terrible nightmares for the past week...and they were all about HER...Cyro's abusive ex girlfriend, Sam. It had been over 3 years since Cyro had broken up with her, but the scars from her abuse still remained within Cyro's mind...the horrible things she would say to them...the horrible things she would do to them...it would give Cyro horrible visions and make them go into a traumatic episode if they ever saw anything that reminded them of Sam...

The alien whimpered and whined softly, untill those whimpers got louder...and louder, their body was shaking madly, tears formed in their shut eyes, they could feel her disgusting hands on their body despite her not being there...they could hear her terrible voice, mocking them, laughing at them. Reminding them that they were nothing but a pathetic little alien...

"n-no...no...no no no no no...NONONONOO!!!" They screamed in horror and agony as they choked on tears and awoke from their horror filled dream...panting heavily as they looked around the room. They took a moment to let the cool night air fill their burning, aching lungs...their body was covered in sweat, and tears filled their eyes...they held their pillow tightly and sobbed into it. "Wh-Why...why c-can't y-y-you just leave m-me alone...p-please...g-get out of m-my head..." They whimpered, they wanted to forget Sam and the hell she put Cy through whilst in the relationship with her...

Cyro took their hands off of their pillow and started to hit their temples with their hands. "G-Get out...get out...get out, get out, GET OUT GET OUT!!" They screamed in what at first was fear but then it turned into rage...rage for what she had done to them, and rage for her not getting any karma for it, it aggravated Cy, why did they have to suffer while Sam gets off Scott free? It wasn't fair...why was life cruel like this? What did they do to deserve this?

They were interrupted by a big claw gently grabbing their left hand and stopping that hand from landing blows on their own head. They looked quickly at who had did it, but quietly sighed in relief when they saw that it was just Minus. "Why are you hitting your head? Your head didn't do anything bad did it?" The huge lemon monster yawned. "Don't hurt yourself like that, it's bad." He whined at Cy groggily. "O-Oh, s-s-sorry i w-w-woke you M-Minus, th-there was j-just...a-a fly on my h-head that's all!" Cyro tried to lie.

"I love you but please don't fib to me like that." Minus whimpered in typical dog fashion. "Why were you hitting your head, and screaming 'get out' for?" He asked them again...Cyro looked at Minus...they were hesitant to tell him...They didn't wanna worry him about what had been going on for the past week...would he even understand the gravity of the situation...? Sure he was abused like them but...it was a different kind of abuse...right...? "I...i..." Cyro tried to come up with a good excuse but nothing came to them...

They really had no other option did they? The alien sighed gently and finally gave up. "F-Fine, I'll...i-i'll tell y-you what's going on..." They admitted hesitantly. Minus gently put a claw on their bed to let them know that Cy had his full attention for this time..."I-I've...b-b-been having a-alot of nightmares a-about m-my ex girlfriend, S-Sam recently...a-about how she w-would abuse and manipulate m-me...i t-tried to see wh-what i could do t-to make them go away, b-but they s-still haven't stopped and i...i..." They started to tear up again. "I-I just w-want to forget a-about her s-so b-badly Minus...b-but...i-i don't kn-know if i can..." They said sniffling.

It wasn't before long until they finally broke down in front of minus, holding in any and all tears backfired badly for them, they sobbed and grabbed their pillow again, sobbing into it and apologizing to him that he's now seeing this side of them...he must think their pathetic now...however for Minus...seeing Cyro like this reminded him of himself when he was younger, and those monster hunters would torment him day and night...The lemon monster got up and gently picked up Cy, who was still clinging onto their pillow tightly, still saying "I'm sorry" in short chokes of tears.

"Hey...please don't cry, i don't like it when your in pain..." Minus said to Cyro softly, lifting up their chin gently with his claw. "i-i-i-i'm s-s-s-sorry...i-i-i-i'm s-s-so s-sorry..." They hiccuped, they couldn't stop feeling like it was their fault, maybe they did deserve to get abused, maybe they did deserve to be mentally damaged forever...maybe- all of their thoughts were interrupted by Minus giving them a small, soft lick on the cheek. "H-Huh?" Cyro held their cheek confused. "I don't know who hurt you, how and why but i do know your in pain, and you don't deserve to be in pain..." Minus said to Cyro in almost a hushed whisper, holding them closely to his chest.

There was a brief silence between the two, before Minus broke it again "I'm here for you, i will protect you, everything will be okay, i love you..." He whispered to them, their sobs and sniffles slowly grew quiet as their tears eventually stopped, they were still shaking slightly but not as bad as before...they leaned into Minu's chest and took a moment to embrace how warm he was...how fluffy he was...how safe they were with him..."th-thank you..." Cyro purred softly, as they snuggled into him...the two had a moment of comfortable and safe silence with one another...it was nice. Maybe this is what Cy deserved...healing...saftey...love...

And Minus was there to give it to them. Minus slowly curled up with Cy in their arms, making sure they were comfortable, and the two fell asleep together...

[lawliet-imagines]

@mishmishz32 OML you sent this to me AGES ago, I am so sorry for the delay! Here's some long-awaited Mello content for you 🖤💛🍫

His younger childhood was spent with his Russian parents where both he and his mother were victims to his father's physical abuse. His mother never hit him, but she was verbally abusive and made it clear she'd never wanted children in the first place.

When his father was arrested, Mello was put into the system. News came some months later that his mother had committed suicide.

His was an angry child when he arrived at Wammy's House at ten years old. He refused to befriend anyone, but some redheaded nerd wouldn't leave him alone.

Matt's persistence was the beginning of a beautiful friendship and lifelong brotherhood, and the two became insperable. While Mello still attempted the appearance of indifference, the truth is, he'd have done anything for Matt... and Matt understood that.

Mello never wanted Matt to be involved in the Kira case, but the gamer boy was just as stubborn, and so he complied. When Matt died, Mello saw his last reason to live die with him. Giving his life in the name of the late L and the only man on earth he'd ever looked up to became his final purpose.

Now that the angst is out of the way, some general HCs: Mello LOVES spicy foods. The hotter the better. If the chicken wings don't bring tears to his eyes, they're too mild.

He's a great cook, and culinary arts interest him. He's meticulous like that, and even when living on his own in a shitty, one-room apartment in the ghettos of LA, he still managed to make things like seared chicken with mushroom marsala sauce and marinated Thai beef with sauteéd vegetables most nights for dinner.

He turns his nose up at fast food and instant dinners, but he won't say no to good takeout pizza or Indian food... locally owned, not chains.

His motorcycle is his baby, and he does repairs himself when he can. He has trust issues like that.

He sleeps shirtless with sweatpants. He has this weird thing about his legs getting cold.

The first thing he does in the morning is down a cup of scalding hot black coffee. Best not to try to approach him before this happens.

Despite his temper and hardened demeanor, he's actually a fun guy to hang out with once you're accepted into his circle.

He gets really competitive with strategy board games like Monopoly or Risk. He's hella good at them too.

He likes swimming, and he uses the pool at his gym often. Doing laps destresses him, and "Maybe you should go jump in the pool" becomes a phrase Matt uses to mean "You should probably relax, man."

ANYWAY, I apologize again for the long wait! :) Hope you enjoy!!

[cobalts-corner]

Ascendance Month Day 9

Welcome to the first episoide of a new show preimering, here on tumblr called “Cobalt finnally catches up on Ascendance Month!” 

And trust me, this show has really good reveiws

The episoides will probably vary, depending if Cobalt has motivation to make them. 

Or if she has any insperation for the prompt, which in this case I have no idea what to type, so she’s just going to wing this

anyways here’s a fic

Prompt: Nighttime

Summary: Fink questions his worth as a theif. Takes place before The Runaway King, when he recently joins the theives.

This is like the first non-spoof thing i’ve written in a while, so I apologize if it sucks

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My temporary home in a theives camp was better than a bush, that was for sure. Sleeping on a bunch of rags in a camp with a bunch of other people, did come with one sole problem

The nights. 

I got to sleep in a tent, which was fantastic! It was warmer then sleeping in a bush would ever be. 

Another one of the bad things about the camp was the  snoring from the other theives. It was inevitable. I had to share a tent with two other guys. They were big and I felt intimidated by them.

Everyone ignored me, since I was well... young. I even suspected they only let me join them was because they pittied me. 

And also so they could steal more stuff, of course.

The other two guys in the tent moved around alot in there sleep, and I feared they would roll on top of me and my bones would shatter. 

I also wondered if I could actually get away with theft that these theives expected me to live up too. I bet the theives here stole much more extravagent things then I ever could. The best I could ever do, was steal a slice of bread or even a couple coins. Sometimes I got away with a full loaf of bread and much more valuable items if i put on a facade of being an innocent child.

I gave up on those guys and exited the tent, but before I did that, I made sure my rat was safe. Which he was. 

As soon as I left the tent, a shiver went down my spine. I’m guessing because of how cold it was out. It was more windy then anything. 

There was one other guy standing gaurd while everyone was sleeping. I frogot what his name was, but I was pretty sure it was Erick or something like that. 

The guy had a weird hair color, and it almost look like he’d tried to dye his dark hair was the juice of some red berries and miserably failed.

Or maybe I just coldn’t see that well in the dark, I wasn’t really sure. 

The longer I stood in silence, the more I doubted myself. 

The fresh air felt nice, but the cold air drove me back into the tent, where i would continue to ask myself questions with unkown answers. 

Was I a good enough theif?

[franeridart]

Anon said: Not an ask, but I frickin love your art style! 👌

Ah heck, thank you so much!!!! <3

Anon said: I refuse to use Emojis but You. Do. Not. Need. To. Apologize. For. Taking. Breaks! We are not entitled to you and you are not required to provide art for us! These are stressful times, and even outside of these times, taking breaks from social medias is completely acceptable.

Thank you for the kind feeling!!! But it’s fine, I’m not beating myself up over it or anything, just apologizing for my habit of going on breaks without letting anyone know beforehand haha

Anon said: your outfit ideas are amazing ! do you have a source of insperation?

Thank you!!! I do a lot of people watching, and that’s about it tbh! I do look at fashion photos and magazines and, like, clothes displays in stores? when I happen across them, but most of my inspo when it comes to outfits starts from me watching people and liking how they’re dressed - in that sense I like watching vlogs and stuff like that too, people these days are so stylish...

Anon said: I really love your lineart and coloring style!! Would you mind sharing your brush settings? Or some art tips? If you don't want too this okay too, keep up the good work !!

Since my brush settings are a reward for my $6+ patreons, I don’t really feel like it’d be fair to share them! But you can probably find some old version of them in my art tips tag :D as for art tips... for lineart the only thing I can really say is to not overthink it and just go with the flow, whatever feels comfortable for you will make for the most visually pleasing lineart too, in my experience! Coloring is something I’m constantly experimenting with as well, but there too my usual mindset is “the easier and faster the better” - generally, I just use flats and then add shadows on them with any color that goes from light blue to pink-ish purple on a layer set on multiply, anything that makes it look fancier than that is just me adding small details like sparkles or shines or anything of the like!

Anon said: GUESS. WHOS. GETTING. OLD!!! me. It’s me.

Everyone is! Constantly! It’s how the passing of times works, terribly enough

Anon said: hi!!! as someone who really admires you as an artist, has very little experience in art and would /really/ like to get better at it, i'd like to ask you: how did you get so good at it? (apart from constant practice, of course, i realize how important that is!) this is coming from someone who really has no idea where to start! what was your starting point, and are there any tips you can give a complete beginner like me?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm the thing is that drawing a lot really is all there is to it, but if I had to give one single serious tip for this it would be to find something you really really really really enjoy drawing and to just draw it - draw it badly if that’s the only way you know how to draw it, but make sure to always draw it while having fun, and slowly you’ll get better without even realizing you are. If you like a ship, draw that ship! If you like plants, draw plants! If you like animals, draw animals! It’s okay if you don’t know how to draw it, or if you feel like your skills aren’t good enough for what you mean to draw, because honestly I felt like that when I started too, and I still feel like that every time I pick up my pen, and I’m sure I’ll forever feel like that for as long as I’ll draw - my ideas will always be bigger than my skills, and maybe so will yours! So what’s it matter if you start drawing stuff beyond your skill level now or later? At least you’ll be having fun with it, and the only way to learn how to do something new is to go and do it, anyway

Anon said: hi! do you do commissions?

I don’t, sorry! Thank you for being interested, though!

Anon said: Hi there! So I'm rereading Quote Love Unquote (a classic for sure) and had the urge to go find the art you had made for it. And oops, like, two hours have gone by of me just scrolling through all of your older comics and art. I love it all SO MUCH. Your artstyle is just so damn enjoyable and all of your comics never fail to make me smile. I'm always looking forward to whatever you choose to make in the future regardless of fandom. Thank you for being awesome!!

God that’s such a nice thing to hear, thank you so much!!!!!! ( TT-TT)<3

Anon said: I made an ask before (u answered it dw) but u thought I was saying u missed my first one. U didnt! I was saying it made me so happy that u responded you’re an angel! Ily v much!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that’s good then!! that’s very very good!!!!!! ily too!!!! <3<3

Anon said: How can one's art be soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good?

Thank youuuuuuuu ;;;;;;;;;; I do!!! my best!! ( ;u;)9

Anon said: You like tododeku?

Yup!

Anon said: Zero grafity kisses are the opposite of the spiderman kiss

How so? :O

Anon said: Hi! This is seriously out of nowhere but I wanted to tell you I reread your Bokuto-Kuroo-Terushima tattoo au strip all the time because it's just so delightful and seriously cute. Polyfidelity is the kind of poly my partner and I practice and I don't see it played out too much, so to see a relationship like that with characters I love and an art style I adore fills me with such warm fuzzies. It's so so lovely. Have a great day!

I’m so damn glad to hear that!!!! In that sense that comic still means a lot to me, so I’m happy to hear it means something to you too!!

Anon said: Friendly reminder that I fucking love you.

I love you too anon!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Ma lo sai che sei sempre più brava?

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! (TTATT) grazie mille!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Hi um did you know that 🤰🏻🤱🏻 this lady had her kid?????? wtf i didnt know

I can’t even see the emojis from desktop lmao but good for her!!! 

Anon said: hot take: jirou, momo, kami, and shinsou in a poly relationship.

You know what anon, you’re incredibly valid and I respect you

Anon said: I just absolutely love your art! Whenever I see it, it makes my day! Your Kiribaku stuff gives me life! Keep making beautiful art, and stay safe during this time!

Gosh, thank you!! You stay safe too, anon!!!!

Anon said: HOW do you draw cloths

You keep in mind that gravity is a thing and let your hand do kind of whatever while hoping no one will notice you have no clue what you’re doing!! (...seriously tho I never studied these things I just do whatever feels like and hope for the best hahaha any experienced artist looking at my stuff is probably wondering what the heck it is that I’m trying to do...)

Anon said: Your style is so amazing and distinctive. Everytime I see it I’m like OH ITS THEMMMM and get super stoked

That’s so cool to hear!!!!!!! I genuinely have no clue what makes my art mine, but I like knowing people can recognize it anyway! It’s such a neat thing!!!

Anon said: Were you the person who did those "stopping an angry...." posts? Am I remembering this wrong? If that was you, where could I find those?

Are you talking about my bakuboys comic? If so then it’s in my bakuboys tag! :D

Anon said: Hey, you’ve seemed kind of tired and sad lately. I’m not going to ask you if you’re okay because you’re probably not, but I wanted to say I really do hope you feel better soon!

!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much ;;;; I’m doing my best!

[a-black-pegasus]

Bilbo x Thorin

The Burglar Borrower

(part 4)

Tiny borrower Bilbo Baggins! Thorin! Gandalf! The dwarf crew!

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The entire crew of dwarves, and a single hobbits head, turned at the rumble of an angry wizards voice.

Thorins eyes widened the slightest bit. His back went rigid, and his sword hand gripped his belt. The white if his knuckles were the only give away to Thorins inner thoughts.

Bilbo for his part felt a barrel of relief spill over him. His whole body relaxed and swayed slightly, still in Thorins dangling hold.

Gandalf marched right over to Thorin, waving his staff.

"Thorin Oakenshield! You put my hobbit down right now!"

Thorin held Bilbo for a moment, before slowly lowering him onto the table.

"He is not your hobbit. If anything, he is my pest since I found him." He grumbled moodily.

Gandalf came to the table and towered over the dwarf.

"You may have found him, but only after I sent you towards his direction."

The wheels of realization turned in Thorins head.

Gandalf... Had given him a map with faulty directions... In the hope of running into the- the thieving Hobbit!!

A furious red bloom crossed Thorins face. His eyebrows creased as he snapped back at Gandalf.

"You gave me the wrong directions! On purpose!... Why?!"

Gandalfs protective anger for Bilbo, morphed into amusement as he sat down.

"Because I needed you to pick up an old acquaintance of mine. Bilbo Baggins."

All eyes turned to the hobbit. Bilbo, who had been listening in with close interest, suddenly jumped and stepped back to better meet Gandalfs eyes.

"Me?? Why, that's absurd!" He protested. "How-how did you even know I would speak to him or that he would find me? I'm an expert hider!"

Gandalf chortled. "Yes, but you are very nosy."

A ripple of good natured laughs went around the table as Bilbo crossed his arms.

"Alright well he was very noisy. Stomping around and huffing at godforsaken hours. What's the point of me being here anyways?"

At that, Gandalf drew a pipe and lit it. He slowly puffed at the stem as he mulled over his question.

"The point of your presence?" Gandalf began. He exhaled a circle of smoke into the air. "That will be explained momentarily."

He looked to the dwarven company, catching their eyes and silently getting their immediate attention.

"There is a reason why you are all here, in fact. You who have read my letter and joined, know the perils of the mission I propose. Since you are here, you have accepted."

A solemn nod was Gandalfs response. Nori spoke aloud.

"To reclaim our home! The mountain!"

"Precisely." Gandalf agreed. "But For our task we'll need a Burglar. Someone with skill, who can sneak in and out quickly to aid us." He looked down at Bilbo. "I would think that the answer to your question would now be apparent. Bilbo Baggins, you are here to consider joining our quest."

Bilbos jaw dropped. "What? M-me??"

Din smiled widly. "Of course! You would be a perfect candidate!"

Bilbo wheeled around to knock down Balins appraisal, but Gandalf nodded his head and added.

"Indeed. Hobbits are very light on their feet and can pass undetected when they wish to. I think Mr. Baggins would make an excellent addition to our company as a Burglar. And while the dragon knows the scent of dwarf, Hobbits are entirely foreign to him."

"Dragon?!" Bilbo squeaked.

The idea seem to take well to the rest of the dwarven crowd; All except for one that is. Thorin sighed and looked on, waiting to see where this was going.

Gandalf kept his gaze to Bilbo.

"Well Bilbo, the descion is ultimately yours. What have you decided?"

Bilbo wrung his hands and paced the width of the table.

"I-I just don't know. I just I don't-don't know. Is there something I could look over? Something more explanatory?"

Trying to be helpful Balin took out sheets of paper.

"Lad, this goes over just the basics. Just a review of all the things you might be facing. Broken bones, falling stones, dragon burns..." He rattled on.

Bilbo took a breath as the paper rolled out over the table for him to read.

"Dragon burns?"

"Aye!" Balin set down a feathered pen right where Bilbo had to sign. "Melt the flesh right off the bone. A quick death mind you. Now how would you like us to take care of your burial should it come to that?"

Bilbo drummed his fingers on his knee as he crouched.

"Dear oh dear. I think I just- I need a moment."

Fili winced. "I'm sure it won't come to that Mr. Baggins." He said trying to ease his discomfort.

"Oh naturally naturally." Balin agreed. "Trolls are much more common. They tear flesh right off with their teeth! Nasty business."

Bilbos knees knocked together.

"I might need a seat..." He said sounding not to steady.

One moment later Gandalfs hand shot out and caught Bilbo as he keeled back in a dead faint.

Chairs and benches scraped across the floor as dwarves stood and crowded around to check and prod at their fallen friend.

Gandalf had to smack several hands back.

"Give him room, give him room! Even if he is small he needs space to breathe, I dare say you won't be able to wake him faster with all that." He rebuked.

Bilbo came around with a start a few minutes later.

"Where am I? What happened?" He asked.

Thorin scoffed and backed away from the crowd. "This is a waste of time. Bring him back to the saftey of his burrow, with his Cotton, and his seeds." He said. "There is no reason to bring his death early."

Bilbo was rather shaken at Thorins startling words. He couldn't bring himself to reply.

Gandalf sighed. It seemed that Bilbo wouldn't be coming after all.

Gandalf stood and carried Bilbo with him in a cupped hand. "It is growing late. I'll take Mr. Baggins to his room and come back to continue business."

"Wait... Wait.." Bilbo protested but was ignored.

Gandalf took him up the stairs to one of the rooms reserved to the dwarfs. He ignored the beds and walked over to a pitcher of water and a washbin by the door.

"You've had a small adventure already I assume. Thorin is not the most pleasant traveling companion, but he is noble, and his intentions are true."

Bilbo did not know what that meant so he shrugged.

"I suppose so."

Gandalf poured the water into the washbin and murmed a small word. Steam visibly rose from the bin.

"A wash before bed will help your nerves. Business will be long tonight, so don't wait up. I'll take you home in the morning." He promised. "Goodnight."

Without another word, Gandalf walked out and closed the door softly behind him.

Bilbo heard his steps lead away, and looked to the steaming bath. A true rarity for someone like him. He quickly shed his clothes and climbed in, not about to waste the offer of hot water.

The warmth of the water enveloping him was blissful. He leaned back and closed his eyes to enjoy a moment.

He opened his eyes again a bit later And went to work. Although he had no soap, he used the corner of a nearby rag to scrub himself and his hair free of muck and grime.

As he finished and dried himself off, a somber hum came from beyond the door and down below.

He dressed, climbed down the nightstand. When he reached the door and wiggled underneath the gap, the song had already begun.

Bilbo peeked through the stair railing. Down below near the bar was Thorin leading the company through a somber song about mountains and gold, dragons and fire, a home that was lost, and honour to be won.

His heart cleanched in his chest. He felt overwhelmingly sad and wished he could help their adventure. He looked at the table, where his contract unsigned still layed.

It was at that quiet moment, he decided.

He would join them on their journey.

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Thank you for reading! A fan gave me some of the insperation for this story. Because I'm just following the movie sort of I don't really have a plan LoL

Have a good one

If your name is not shadowed I couldn't find you. My apologies

@sammigruber @gatlily @nightmarejasmine @misfitsgalaxygt @obwjam @bee-wrecker @nerdqueenkat @tinyliltina @lost-done @queenofconstellations @dc41016 @tinyinabigworld @bloodmoon-memecore @exquisiteren @smolkuriboh27 @i-like-cookiez @shortmarcy @inthemusicbox @random-fandom-dragon

[bun-writes-things]

Lesson

Scenario: Taemin, famed serial killer that goes by ACE, is pissed. His new assistant cannot seem to do anything right and though he has been patient, it has been two months. Taemin needs to relieve stress. He needs to teach them a lesson. 

Insperation: I got pissed off at work so this is my way to cope. Whether that says a thing about me idk. 

Trigger warnings: Blood, necrophilia [slight], sexual content [slight], taemin is a fucked up bitch. 

Do not repost as your own. 

Taemin gives the softest of noises. The warmth that pools out from the wound and drenches his chest is indescribable. Their voice had long since gone horse from the screams. Below him they lay gasping,eyes glazed. Their heart beat was slowing and all at once Taemin kisses them, steals their last gasp of air, hips stilling as he releases into them. As he pulls out he cannot help,but to gaze down at the beautiful art. Skin, pale like snow, covered in delicate designs. Intricate swirls and fleur de leaves, like one would paint upon a cake. Bruises, bright and vivid, bloom along the column  of their neck,  where he can see the imprint of his own fingers. 

Perfection. 

Their blood is slowly cleaned away, eager mouth and tongue willingly following each mark, each scar carved into their body. As they reach to the other's entrance he quickly delves his tongue, slurping up his own cum and the drying blood used for lubrication. See, Taemin is very careful with each of his creations: takes time to make them presentable. There is a reason no one had caught him yet: 

He is meticulous and any sexual acts are thoroughly cleaned, his seed removed via enemas and pressured water to clean them out. His hands are always protected by military grade gloves. And he is certain to make sure no trace of him can be found. He removes their nails, rips them one by one while bound, lets them free bleed before acid is poured carefully over them. Burn their skin down to its bone. 

And once any and all blood is cleaned he preps them nice and gentle: doesn't want to damage his works of art. He takes a picture, a memento really, to add to his album. Usually if his targets were not hand picked by himself, but by another, he is not so careful, because he follows them before pouncing. 

"Hmm?" He looks over, sees his phone light up with a message. "Oh!" 

He forgot about his cake order! He never responded back. At a brisk pace he walks over to his phone. Its only 8pm but he closed early. Had to teach his assistant a lesson, you know? Alas not all lessons are learned and he ended up dead. They were beautiful and that's all that matter

"Hello, SHINee Bakery how may I help you?" He answers. "Oh? Yes yes. My apologies. I will be up to let you in. I had closed early due to some personal issues, but your cake is done. ….yes of course. Please wait for a moment."

As he hangs up he looks over to the jar of blood he had procured. It would make a lovely dye to his icing recipe, wouldn't it?

[shinxx403]

After talking to a friend, had insperation to come up with the story and draw the moment that Swil told his father about his kids. For Larger context, I would read his origin story on Wattpad here: www.wattpad.com/530340099-swil… However, I will give an explanation here; After the events with his father and joining the fam, there came a fateful day, his birthday actually, when him and Leaping Rainbows went on their usual birthday date. However, thanks to a mix-up with the drinks thanks to Lemon and Snow, instead of their usual wine, they drank a more.. much more alcoholic beverage which led to some.. fun times. Long story short, they were now going to be parents and Swil eventually worked up the courage to propose. After some long and hard thinking, he decided to invite his father to try and settle their differences and also tell him that he will be a grandpa (Swil didn't talk about the kids in the letter though). His father responded by saying he will not attend because he feels as though he doesn't deserve to watch his son get married because of the way he treated the couple. Swil was annoyed and thinking his father s=just did not want to have to watch him marry someone he's speciest against. So he does not tell his father about the kids for a few years. After a few years, the twins find a picture of Swil's parents (SPOILER: knowing about their grandmother and knowing she's dead) and ask about their grandpa. That is when Swil takes them to meet their grandpa, leading to this picture. Afterwards, His father apologizes for everything and begs to be a part of his grand kids lives. Swil contemplates it and gives in, thinking his kids deserve to form their own opinion on their grandpa. So that is a very brief summary of the story leading up to this picture. I would have done more with the fam the past year, but there were events and certain people that drained my motivation for my own OC's. Maybe I'll do more with them soon, but given FiM is ending soon and I'm doing more pokemon stuff, it's up in the air. We'll see. Swil (orange with blue mane), Full Rush (blue with gray mane) are my OC's. Leaping Rainbows (Pink with brown mane) belongs to @ask-the-selfs-family Quilt (orange with brown mane), Lily (Pink with blue mane) are shared with @ask-the-selfs-family

[josnhoes]

Anyway you could do more of the walking in on s/o naked headcanonns but with Jonathan Speedwagon and Giorno (I can't remember if you did Gio or not )

Walking in on their crush naked nsfw Jonathan, Speedwagon, and Giorno:

Tw Masturbation, mentions of self loathing.

Jonathan:

-He is mortified, at himself. He prides himself on being a gentleman this is not what a gentleman would do!

-Slams the door shut yelling his apologies through it.

-Can't loom at you for at least a week even after a formal apology.

-Does everything in his power not to think of it amd gets made at himself everytime his mind slips.

-Guilt Boners and masturbation ending in self loathing. As much as he likes you he shouldn't do these thing when he didn't deserve it.

Speedwagon:

-For once he is silent. He's trying to talk judging from the way his mouth is moving.

-Leaves as soon as you throw things or point the situation out.

-Already planning his apology. He may have started in Ogre street but he was still a good guy.

-Doesn't stop him from using the image later.

-Th image of those thighs of your's around his cock is what fuels his night times the most.

- Just imaginings how soft they are. As they stroke him. Of course he is imagining pleasing you at the same time. Preping you preparing for the main even.

-Has to change his sheets a lot more often.

Giorno:

-There is a 50/50 change it isn't completely an accident as much as it is he may not have had a choice. (Evacuation, emergency mission, the like)

-Depending on the situation he may not notice. But if it's a calmer time and he notices well we'll focus on that.

-Unlike all the others he is more confident. Takes in the view as he apologizes and calmly walks out.

-He is not calm on the inside oh no. He is a passionate man and you are the one who holds his attention.

-Has no guilt as he plays with him self later. He focuses on all his body giving himself a 'life shot' to make it more intense. After all he had real insperation why not enjoy it more?

-Is much more vocal this way but he is still quiet, your name is breathy mixed into his Italian swears and praise. Even though you aren't really there.

[alienhetalian]

Hi. I just want to say that your wtiting is an insperation. Could you do '2p italy hiding his mafia from his s/o, she finds out and tries to leave her, but he wont let her go nsfw'?

Greetings,

Thank you for your feedback! ^//^ I apologize for taking so long on the request.. I wanted to write quality NSFW (to the best of my abilities I mean). I hope you enjoy this piece.

-L 

Reader is referred to as: she/her/(y/n)

          NSFW                                                Lie

Liar. 

(y/n) sat across a liar. But he seemed unfazed at herupset disposition. Luciano sipped his espresso with delicacy. He sat in hisleather arm chair. One leg crossed over the other. He exuded power and authority, something that (y/n) had felt when she first met him. But after accepting hisconfession, she had realized that it really was all an act. Or, that was whatshe thought.

“Why did you want to see me amore? I must say, I was pleasantly surprisedwhen you asked for me.”

(y/n) stared at him. Yes, it had been extremely stupid to comediscuss her discovery at his office. But Luciano had always been insistentabout keeping his work and rest of his life separate. She had lauded andadmired him for this, until she became aware of what he truly meant. Biting herlips in anxiety, she remembered a couple of hours ago when she had beencontemplating how to approach him. She realized that now, sitting across fromhim like this, all she wanted to do was tell him honestly and get the fuck outof there.

“You’re the head of the mafia aren’t you?”

Her breathing strained as the espresso he had been holdingfroze at his lips. Cocking one eyebrow, he stared at her. The intensity of hisgaze frightened her. For the first time, she felt scared of him. She was facing a manthat was so powerful in the underworld that he had become the source ofnightmares for young children.

Perhaps he sensed her fear. Perhaps it just was who he was.Luciano broke the tense moment with a smile.

“Care to share how you found out bella?”

She shook her head ever so slightly, prompting him to get out ofhis chair and place his finished espresso on a nearby desk. He slowly strodetowards her and knelt down on one knee in front of her. A tender smile bloomedfrom his face as he gently took her hands.

“Please, don’t be afraid. I hid this from you because I myself wasafraid you would run away from me. I wanted everything to be perfect betweenus. I wanted to give you everything, spend precious moments with you and seeyou smile and laugh without a care in the world. Yes, perhaps it was selfish ofme to cling onto you knowing full well the dirty place that I come from. It isnot the most… ethical profession but once you are initiated into this life, youwill never get out. Can you understand that?”

His eyes pleaded her to understand. She was still afraid of him.All she wanted to do was run away and never see him again. (y/n) had alreadygotten his terrifying confession, it was what she had wanted from this meeting. So (y/n) decided to act upon her fear and lie. She nodded her head and pretended tounderstand. Luciano searched her eyes and stood up. Smiling, he returned backto his seat.

“Thank you for understanding amore. I knew you were differentfrom others.”

(y/n) nodded her head nervously.Her fingers began to fidget as she spoke. “Thank you for seeing me today,Luci. I’m sorry for bothering you while you were in the middle of ….working. I’lltake my leave now.”

(y/n) cautiously stood up and turned her back to Luciano.

“Wait.”

(y/n) stopped. Refusing to turn back to face him, she lifted herhead ever so slightly. She could hear him get up from his leather arm chair,the shrill creak added to her anxiety. Biting her lips, she mentally preparedherself into a flight or fight mindset. Luciano’s slow and heavy steps unnervedher even further. God, she wished he would hurry up. It was as if he was purposelymoving slowly to intimidate her. Before she could react, she felt him whispering into her ear.

“Bella, when you say ‘leave’, you wouldn’t happen tomean ‘leave me’… are you?”

Her breathing stopped. 

She could feel her pupilsdilating as Luciano smirked. In an instant, he had turned her around andslammed her onto his desk. He placed his thigh in between (y/n)’s legs,trapping her wrists with his own taut grip. Without warning, he began to kissher. Lips, neck and chest. His kisses appeared repeatedly in these places. Themore she squirmed, the more frequent and harsh his kisses became.

“Stop Luciano!”

Laughing, his lips collidedwith her own. He began to bite her lower lip with fervor. Tugging at it, hespoke out his frustration.

“Bella, this will be thefirst and last time I say this. Please, shut up. I refuse to give you any opportunityto escape me. The day you accepted my love you should have known that youbelong to me.’

He moved his left hand andbegan to slowly descend into her skirt. The leather of his glove slid over(f/n)’s sensitive skin and she trembled over his touch. In a subconscious response,she raised her free arm and slapped him. 

A tense moment passed between them.Luciano was the first to recover as he smirked. (y/n)’s eyes widened as hereached further and roughly entered her slit. She screamed at the suddenentrance. Luciano began to chuckle as he digitally explored the intimate bodypart. (y/n)’s terror slowly and unwillingly morphed into pleasure as her moansgot louder and more insistent as his free hand roamed the rest of her body andhis lips began attacking hers again.

“Apologies for the roughentrance amore, but your little act of defiance angered me. I’m sure youunderstand why I acted that way.”

He quickened the pace of hisfingers as the pleasure that was building inside of (y/n) began to bubble up.The feel of his leather glove and the earnestness of touch against her body allowedthe pool of heat to crescendo, reaching a new high that she had never feltbefore. The energy released from her body in form of a cascade of moans andmewls. She gripped his back as she came, digging her fingernails into hisclothes. Luciano pushed her head towards him with his free arm, reveling in thesight he before him. He held her in this way and slowly removed his fingersfrom her slit. (y/n) slowly relaxed as she came down from the high, a hazy lookdulled her eyes.

Placing his wet glove to his mouth, he tasted her. Enjoying the rosy blush thatwas dusted across her face, a tender smile broke across Luciano’s face once more.

“I refuse to let you go. Evenif I have to lie, kill or torture, you will never be free from me. Accept me asa part of yours.”

[wrensrp]

summer lovin // fxf, loosely inspired by grease

for my own sanity, just going to refer to them as sandy and dani. right now i don't have names or faces in mind, but i highly prefer using poc's, k-idols and models. i would like if they were in the 21-24 age range, but i'm open to other ages. at the moment i also don't have a preference for one character over the other, i just really want this plot. also this is v long because i'm garbage and have a lot of feelings ok.

THE FIRST SUMMER // fourteen years old and living in a bubble of a world - a world full of glamour and parties and bright smiles - sandy had high hopes and expectations for the summer. their new summer home in martha's vineyard was more beautiful than she ever could have imagined, was so different from california that she felt like she was living in a fairy tale. with her rose colored glasses on and a spring in her step, she made friends quickly with teens from other prominent families, feeling like she was indestructable as they made the most of their summer together.

dani grew up surrounded by sandy's world - but not in the way many young girls dreamed of. her father owned a local restaurant that was favored by the island's rich, teenage summer inhabitants. entitled, blind to the world outside of their own bubble. dani hated them. all of them. she would plaster on a smile and force herself to laugh alongside of them, would get as much as she could out of them - and then wouldn't hesitate to toss them aside and move on to the next.

they met at a bonfire on the beach. dani wanted to hate her like all the rest - just another spoiled little rich girl. but there was an innocence to sandy's naivety, a pure heart and mind behind those bright eyes and carefree smile - and dani was hooked. captivated. and sandy was intrigued - curiosity piqued when the rumors reached her ears, wanted to know more about the mysterious girl who had seamlessly woven herself into their innermost circle. the girl with a rebellious streak, who loved to break hearts as much as she loved to break rules.

their time was short, but they were inseparable. best friends who spent their nights staring at the stars, laughing about silly things, talking about everything and nothing at all. it was easy to say goodbye, knew that they would meet again.

THE SECOND SUMMER // sandy couldn't wait to see her again - to spend another summer with her. she swore they were kindred spirits, destined to find their way to one another. dani had spent the year in denial, telling herself that sandy was just another girl. there were lots of other girls in martha's vineyard. lots of other girls always traveling there with their families. she was replaceable.

but then she caught sight of her across the street and her smile alone was enough to melt the coldness that had wrapped itself around her heart.

they spent more time together, did the things that best friends were supposed to do. days on the beach, nights going to parties. dani spent many nights sleeping over sandy's house - many sleepless nights spent talking and giggling without a care in the world.

sandy confided in her when dani caught her staring at a boy with sunkissed skin and blue eyes like he was made of gold. he'd stolen her heart, swept her off of her feet and dani bit her tongue because she had never seen her so happy. but dani knew boys like him, had seen it all play out time and time again every summer - knew that he would do nothing but break her heart. she knew what would happen but the knowledge still didn't prepare her for when it did. dani never wanted to see her cry again.

THE THIRD SUMMER // there was something different about sandy. the light in her eyes had faded and her smile wasn't as bright. she had gone home, fallen in love with a boy. and for some time he had made her the center of his world - she was his princess. until the newness began to fade and his eyes began to wander. until he dumped her, just in time for summer, because someone else had captured his attention.

it hurt dani to see her friend so distraught - but before she knew it, someone else was putting stars in sandy's eyes. he hurt her, just like all the rest - tossed her aside as soon as they had their fun.

sandy fell in love three times that summer. but dani still bit her tongue because she could never seem to bring herself to get the words out. didn't want to hurt her, to get in the way of her happiness. dani didn't want to be right - wanted this time to be the time it actually worked out for sandy.

so she ignored to dull ache in her chest whenever sandy gushed about her latest whirlwind romance, forcing a smile while they raided her closet and helping her decide what to wear - held her tight whenever they trampled all over her heart when all she wanted to do was cry out i would never do that to you.

THE FOURTH SUMMER // another summer kicked off with a broken heart, and dani was convinced that sandy fell hard and fast, like love was such an instantaneous thing. it was something that should have repulsed a girl like her - a girl who had never gotten caught up in boys or fairy tales or happily ever afters - but, if anything, it only made her want to pull sandy closer.

they went to a party. the booze was flowing freely, and while they had gone to parties and drank together before, dani had never seen her like this. sandy was loud, a little reckless - and when the boy who had been whispering sweet nothings in her ear for hours asked if she wanted to find a room, dani never expected her to lose her mind. to pour her drink on him and storm off, fighting back tears because she didn't want to cry in front of him.

naturally, dani went running after her - held her tight and dried her tears, a certain softness only sandy had ever seen. tipsy and still a little angry, they stumbled back to dani's house - a place that sandy had yet to visit. they spent the night curled up next to each other in dani's bed, venting and ranting about stupid boys until dani confessed why she never bothered to get caught up in them at all.

sandy was intrigued. the next morning she couldn't help but notice how soft her lips looked, how her smile was more beautiful than anything she'd ever seen. how her laugh sounded like her favorite song, and when she held her hand it sent her stomach aflutter. that night they traded a party for wine, just the two of them, on the beach. a night of laughs and stargazing and listening to the sound of the waves and a first kiss.

they were truly insperable. dani made good on her unspoken promise - her vow that she would never hurt sandy like all those boys. she was dani's first real love, so she tried to mask the pain when the summer came to an end and they were forced to say goodbye. it was sandy's last summer in martha's vineyard - the following summer full of promises of paris and london and rome as a graduation gift from her parents. and then it would be off to college, onto a new chapter in life.

there were promises to keep in touch, and sandy choked back a sob as she barely managed to get out the words, if you're ever in l.a., come find me.

NOW // a lot of time has gone by, a lot has happened, and neither are the girls they used to be. deep down, they're still there - but now they walk the streets as shadows of their former selves.

dani found herself in l.a. - perhaps chasing a dream, looking for her own shot at the limelight. she texted sandy once, just after her plane touched down. but her text was returned with a phone call from a middle age man, apologizing profusely because she had the wrong number. they had been out of touch for so long, she didn't know when sandy had changed it.

a year goes by and dani can't seem to catch a break, unable to even hold down jobs as a waitress because bitterness has crept into every pore. the customers didn't like her attitude and her bosses didn't care for her temper.

another year goes by. it's late in the afternoon and dani is heading toward the gentleman's club where she's been working as a stripper for the past few months when she caught sight of her across the street. and for a moment, her smile was enough to chase her worries away, but it didn't last. soon the sight of her filled her with nothing but dread, anger, bitter nostalgia. sandy looked her way and dani ducked inside the club, praying she hadn't been seen or recognized.

she went backstage to get ready for the night, tried to carry on like it was just another day in the life. but when dani took the stage, she was there in the crowd, staring up at her with a look on her face that dani had never seen. pity, perhaps. it made her sick.

sandy stayed through until close, caught up with her even though dani tried to hurry away. words were exchanged. heated words. a lot of things were said. angry, hurt things. and then they were in the back seat of a cab, no air between their lips, pulling off each other's clothes before they even made it back to dani's apartment.

they say goodbye the next morning, but this time keep in touch - and every time they get together, they find themselves in each other's beds, not even air between them. and every time they swear it means nothing because they aren't kids anymore. their worlds are too different. it's just how it is.

once upon a warm june night, the pauper was in bed with the princess. she lifted her head from between her tighs, licking her lips with a smile - because she liked to watch the princess' face as she rides the waves. 'you know, just so we're clear,' the pauper said softly, pressing a kiss just below her navel, 'i don't love you.' the princess laughed - breathless, labored - before pulling her up for a kiss. the princess' hands freely wandered, smiling up at the pauper, 'that's good, because i don't love you either.'

once upon a warm june night, the pauper was in bed with the princess, and the night was thick with lies.