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switched art programs without backing up my wips. now they are all lost to the void </3
#might delete later#bogposting#SEND HELP IM LITERALLY#I AM SO FUCKED GUYS LITERALLY MONTHS OF WIPS GONE BECAUSE I AM A MASSIVE DUMBASS#i give up. i literally give up. fuck everything T_T#this happened a few days ago but i just. i just haven't processed it yet and i need to rant#MONTHS OF WORK alskdjfa;alsdaf#ok most of it was just doodles but STILL. i struggle from artblock more often than writer's block so everything i draw is important#bc the next time i draw could be days later or.....months :']#AUUUHGHHHGHH
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yea tattoo artist choso but .. what abt tattoo artist geto
congrats on 1k btw!
eee thank youuuu đđ iâm souuurrr happy you requested geto bc iâve been wanting to write abt other characters. AND THISS got out of hand lollll ( 1.5k ) idk what came over me i just word vomited all over my phone⊠& itâs unedited
â tattooartist!geto x reader // mentions of smoking, m masterbation, fleshlight, cum eating, kinda pervy geto idk he tells reader to take her shirt off when she doesnât need to so, nipple play, v in p, mentions of overstim, creampiee
suguru geto is one of the most, if not the most popular tattoo artists in your areaâ hell, probably even farther than that. just to book an appointment, thereâs a waitlist not including the months and months heâs already booked for. so when you finally get that confirmation email after waiting for what felt like years, you physically jump up, rushing to get ready and go to the parlor
âi donât have anyone today under that name, sorryâ
suguru pushes a strand of silk black hair behind his pierced ears, the dragon tattoo on his hand moving as he does so almost like itâs taunting you.
âwhat? i got an email today i just-â your hand reaches into your purse slacked over your shoulder to pull out your phone and prove your appointment was today, but when you go back to check, heat spreads across your cheeks faster than ever.
the date said next month
âya had the right day iâll give you thatâ and heâs laughing. not at you but because youâre cute, he thinks. pouting, growing hot from embarrassment. âiâll tell you what..â
he leans in and you can smell the smoke that lingers on his breath mixing like some sort of love potion with his musky cologne, his pierced eyebrow quirking, browned eyes staring into yours with puffy lips wet from licking, âi can squeeze you in tomorrow. was supposed to have an off day but ill help a pretty girl like you out, howâs that sound?â
and youâve never nodded faster. smile pulling at your glossed lips, drawing his to get trapped underneath his teeth.
âhere iâll give you my number, iâll text you the time ân stuff laterâ
with that, you leave his parlor, your number scribbled on the back of some old receipt next to your name and a heart.
getoâs no better than a man. no better. he goes home that night and texts you as soon as heâs tucked into bed.
hey this is suguru btw.
your phone vibrates on your nightstand, and you smile at the notification. it almost felt unreal, someone who felt so unreachable, someone like geto in your phone, texting you first.
hey!
he catches himself smiling at the message too, his mind trailing back to seeing your pretty face when you walked into the parlor. the way you looked around doe-eyed like a little deer in headlights. looked innocent, and he liked that. maybe a little too much, his dick twitching against the fabric of his boxers.
he only talked to you for a few minutes. barely even held a conversation, but god did you look good. canât blame him for getting like this.
what time is good for you? like i said, im supposed to be off but had no plans so any time is fine.
your thumbs dance across your keyboard as you think of what to say in response. youâre nervous. and if you knew he was jerking his cock, youâd be even more. his hand slowly .. very slowly rubbing his leaky tip, his head full, overflowing and bubbling with thoughts of you. what are you doing right now? are you in bed too? squeezing his warm balls, cupping them, teasing himself, imagining itâs your sweet little hands.
is 6 pm okay?
the little buzz drags him from his thoughts.
yea. see you then, pretty.
the simple little pet name makes you feel like youâre going to explode. so warm all over your body, and you wish you could just time travel to the next day and see him already.
geto brings the palm of his large hand to his face, lolling his tongue out to lick long stripes on it, shivering at the feeling of his own piercing before wrapping around the base of his thick cock, stroking himself only two times. this wonât do.
he reached for the pocket pussy he keeps nested deep in his drawer. leaning over to let spit fall and dribble into the clear toy before rubbing it on his tip.
groaning, âshiiiiitttâ his hips bucking up as he slowly lets it sink downâ body twitching at the feeling of all the little bumps and ridges massaging his sensitive cock.
âfu- fuck juuuust like that, mhhhmâ
imagining heâs inside your tight little walls, squishing him like heâs meant for you, snug and tight like a puzzle piece.
his chest heaved with every snap of his wrist, spit sinking out and ringing out the base of his cock leaking down to his heavy balls, âfeel so fucking good babyâ
so fast heâs already shooting into the toy, whining because itâs not you. wishing it was you, your warm walls probably feel so much better. probably sound so cute taking him from behind or from the front, your eyes locked onto his.
he came so much itâs leaking all over himself. so messy and dirty and he brings the toy up and licks it all out, shoving his tongue inside the rubbery walls to flick and clean it up.
âshitâ
the next day came too slowly. to you but especially to suguru. he went to the parlor an hour earlier to open and tidy up, pulling his raven locs into a ponytail, letting a few stray strands fall and frame his face, counting each and every second.
and then he hears it. the little ding as the door opens, you push it open smiling up at him as you walk through and you look even better than he remembered. and heâs trying so hard to keep his composure.
he nods at you, giving you a small smile, âso what did you want to get, and where?â
at your reply he freezes, his hands almost crumbling up the paperwork he reached for you to fill out â âmy chestâ
âyour chest?â
he parrots you. then he repeats it in his head a few more times. picturing you pull your little top up.
he can tell youâre not wearing a bra with how your nipples perk up and poke through the flimsy, almost see-through fabric.
you nod your head, mhm sounding and bubbling past your lips.
god, youâre going to be the death of him.
after you finish with all the paperwork, he pulls you into the back making small talk asking about your day. and you indulge, asking back, finding comfort in the normality of your conversation. heâs different from what people painted him out to be and you felt relaxed in his presence.
even more when he offers you a seat, cleaning it off before slipping on some black gloves. his hands almost bulge out, his knuckles poking through the latex.
âcan i see the design?â
you pull up the picture on your phone and he hums, âand you said your chest, right?â
again he repeats it, almost as if itâs a mantra heâs using to calm his nerves. calm his dick.
you just nod, âdo i need to take my shirt off?â
and well no you donât, not yet at least, but he says yes, reaching forward to do it for you because heâs just so sweet, right? so nice and caring, and welcoming.
and he only wraps his lips around your tits to soothe you, right? sucking, letting his teeth sink into the buds, the silver ball tracing over them. his other glove-clad hand cupping them.
sinks his cock into you just cause he wants to take care of you, right? he could tell you wanted it soo bad. your thighs pressing together so tightly when he pressed his lips against your chest with a soft, âsuguru pleaseâ
âmhm let me take care of you, pretty girl, spread em, hold yourself open fâmeâ uh huh, juuust like that.â
your little arms shake and tremble, hooking around the back of your knees as he pushes into your tight cunt. and fuck, he was right. feels so much better than his toy.
âfuuuckk found your spot, baby, âs right there? yeah feel good right there?â he rolls his hips up, brushing against that spot, his thick tip kissing it, making your body twitch.
âyesâ fuck yes feels so goodâ
right about you sounding so fucking good tooâ his cock twitching inside the solitude of your pretty slimy walls. shivering at how you suck and milk him so well, so tight and warm. so fucking warm. feels so good heâs already close, but he wants to keep making you feel good, keep hearing you, and if he was to fuck his cum into you, overstimulating his needy cock to do that, then so be it.
âinsideâ you whine out at how he twitches, his stokes sputtering and faltering as he languidly pushing into your sopping pussy, leaking all over him, so wet.
âohh â fuck ohfuckâ and it pushes him over the edge, bottoming out to overfill you, make you nice and creamy âcause you deserve it. deserve it for being so good, making him feel so good.
letting his head fall onto your shoulder sweat sprinkling his forehead as he empties himself for you. for your pretty pussy, all for you.
#á°.á â soâs diary#geto suguru#jjk suguru#jjk geto#geto x reader#geto smut#geto x you#geto x y/n#jjk x reader smut#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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Chapter 13- There's No Place Like Home
Summary: 6 months ago, Javier Peña quite literally bumped into you and changed your life forever. 6 months later, Javi prepares to ask you to spend your forever with him.
Word Count: 13.2K (reasonable of me tbh)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (wrap before u tap), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, massive breeding kink, one use of daddy (in reference to actually being a dad, but STILL), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mentions of food/eating, Javi being a nervous wreck, so many surprises (hehehehehe), literally so much fluff and love and happiness AHHHHHHHHH
A/N: It's here!!! The moment we've all been waiting for since these two lovebirds first met đđđđđđ I have no words, only loud screams into the abyss bc of how happy and in love these idiots are!!! Thank you to everyone that has been along on this ride, your love and support means more to me than you know đ„șđ«¶đ» Also literally not that anyone cares, but I picked May 27th as just a random day when I first started writing, and the way I literally SCREAMED when I found out that Thanksgiving in 1997 fell on November 27th?!?! That, and when I first started, Javi was not proposing until the spring/summer OOPS đ€·đŒââïžđ
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November 27th, 1997.Â
6 months.Â
6 months since the day he quite literally bumped into you.Â
6 months since he had first laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.Â
6 months since the moment he already knew he was head over heels in love with you.Â
6 months of waiting to ask the most important question of his life.Â
Because tomorrow, exactly 6 months from the day he had met you, Javier Peña was going to ask you to marry him.Â
And he was a fucking nervous wreck.Â
It had killed Javi to wait this long. By conventional standards, 6 months wasnât that long to know someone before you asked them to spend the rest of their life with you, but in all honesty, Javi would have proposed to you 3 months ago after he first got his momâs ring from his dad. He had never been so sure of anything in his entire life- he wanted to spend forever with you. And now, after what felt like years of waiting, making sure that everything had fallen in place to give you the best proposal he could possibly imagine, the day was almost here.Â
Javi wanted everything to be perfect. He needed it to be. You were the most perfect person he had ever met, and to him, you deserved everything, and then some. He wasnât nervous you were going to say no, or that he was second guessing his decision, Javi was a mess because there was nothing more he wanted than to give you a day you would never forget.Â
It was also going to now be a day Chucho Peña never forgot either. After everything had settled into place for Javi to finally start finalizing his plans, his poor dad had now become much more involved in planning a proposal than he ever thought heâd have to be. At this point, he was truly trying his best to not find it humorous how worked up his son had been over it, knowing that there was no way in the world you were going to be anything short of amazed, let alone say no.Â
âAnd youâre sure that youâve got the-âÂ
âJavier. This is probably the 14th time you have gone over the plan with me. Yes. I am sure I have everything you need. I have both lists you insisted I take, everyone knows where to be and what to do to help. Take a deep breath, hijo.â Chucho chuckled, taking a sip of his beer as he and Javi sat on the back porch of the Peña ranch, watching the sky slowly fade from bright yellows and pinks to faded blues as the sun dipped below the horizon.Â
âOkay. Sorry. Iâm uh- Fuck, Pops, Iâm nervous as hell.â Javi swallowed, running his thumb along the condensation of his can, anxiously drawing little circles in the water droplets.Â
âReally? I canât tell.â Chucho joked, smirking to himself as he glanced over at his son, bouncing his leg against the chair he was sitting on. âJavier, what is there to be nervous about? Itâs not like sheâs going to say no.â Javi looked up at his Dad, the worn smile of his wrinkled face bringing him some relief from the nervous state he was in.Â
âNo, I know. I just- I just want it to be perfect. I want it to be perfect for her. Iâve been thinking about this for so long and now itâs finally fucking here. She deserves everything, Pops. I love her so much.â Chucho reached over, patting his hand against Javiâs shoulder, gently squeezing his fingertips against the soft fabric of his flannel shirt.Â
âJavier, it will be perfect because you love her, and she loves you.â Chucho paused for a moment, quietly laughing to himself as he looked over at Javi. âHave I ever told you the story of how I proposed to your mamĂĄ?â A mischievous grin grew across Chuchoâs face as Javi nodded, taking another swig of his drink.Â
âYeah, you did it at the lake, right?âÂ
âYes. But that is the short version of the story, Mijo. I was so nervous when I proposed to your mother, that as we were walking up to the lake so I could get down on one knee and ask her to marry me, I tripped over my own feet and fell right to the ground, and the ring came out of my pocket. I didnât put it in a box, because I was worried she would see, and so she had to help me find her engagement ring in the grass because I couldnât find it. Until the day she died, she never let me live it down. But it is still one of my favorite memories of the two of us. It was still perfect. Javier, that girl would marry you if you got down on one knee and asked her in your living room. I have no doubt in my mind that tomorrow will be a day that she will never forget.âÂ
âFuck, guess I better add tripping over myself to the list of things I need to worry about, thanks, Dad.â The pair laughed, shaking their heads as Chucho gave Javi one last pat on the shoulder before he placed his hands on his knees, letting out a heavy grunt as he pushed himself up out of his chair.Â
âCabrĂłn (asshole). Now go, you should be spending time with your future esposa (wife) instead of your old man the night before your engagement. I promise, I have everything taken care of.â Javi followed his dadâs suit, setting down his beer before standing up, reaching out to wrap his arms around Chucho in a tight embrace.Â
âThanks, Pops. For everything. Te amo.âÂ
âOf course, mijo. Te amo mucho. I am so happy for you, Javier. She is such a wonderful woman. I am so glad she is going to be a part of our family. I know that your mamĂĄ is smiling down on you- She would have loved her so much, Javier. I love her, too. And now, Iâm finally one step closer to mis nietos (my grandchildren).â Chucho playfully nudged Javi as he rolled his eyes, giving his son one last embrace as Javi headed out to his truck. As he turned over the ignition, Javi smiled to himself as he turned up the volume of the Queenâs Greatest Hits album you had picked out from your last drive.
âOh, you're the best friend that I ever had. Been with you such a long time, You're my sunshine, and I want you to know that my feelings are true, I really love you. Oh, you're my best friend.âÂ
Javi couldnât help but let a stupidly wide grin spread across his cheeks as he listened to the lyrics of the track that had begun playing over the quiet crunch of the gravel under his truck tires as he backed out of the driveway to drive home. Because tomorrow? Tomorrow, Javier Peña was going to ask his best friend in the whole world, the woman he loved more than life itself, you, to be his wife.Â
Even though it was barely long enough for you to consider it to be a school âbreakâ, you were glad to have today off to prep for your first Laredo Thanksgiving tomorrow. This would be the first time you would ever spend the holiday away from your childhood home, where your family had hosted every Thanksgiving for as long as you could remember. As much as you would have loved to fly back to go see everyone, plane tickets for the long weekend had been ridiculously expensive, and with just going to visit them a month ago for your cousinâs wedding, and future plans to go back to Chicago over Christmas break, your parents had been insistent on the fact that it was okay that you werenât going to be able to make it home for Thanksgiving. While of course, you had been heartbroken you would have to miss seeing your family, from the moment Chucho found out you were Texas bound for the holiday, he was quick to make sure you felt nothing short of absolutely included in celebrating with the Peñas, even if it was just you, Javi and Chucho.Â
Javi still had to work on your day off, so you had spent your free time catching up on chores around the house, taking a well deserved nap and now, you were working on the apple pie you insisted to Chucho bring for the celebration tomorrow, as much as he had tried to convince you that you didnât need to bring anything.Â
Somewhere along the lines of your childhood, it had become a Wednesday before Thanksgiving tradition that your family would watch The Wizard of Oz with your siblings before going to bed (although now as an adult, you had a feeling your parents put it on for you and your brothers so they could get the house ready without the four of you doing any more damage), so it only felt right that you put in on to watch as you waited for your pies to cook in the oven and Javi to get home. You shuffled through your VHS collection under the TV, rummaging around until you pulled out the worn tape, pushing it into the VHS player. After the movie had begun to play, you turned back around, letting out a defeated sigh at the current state of your kitchen.Â
As much as you loved baking, it always seemed to feel like a bomb had gone off by the time you were done as you looked around to see bowls, cutting boards and rolling pins in disarray on your counters. You grimaced to yourself looking around at the mess you had made, rolling up the sleeves of Javiâs oversized Texas A&M sweatshirt you had thrown on after you had woken up from your nap. With the way you had set up your apartment when you moved in, you were able to get a good view of your TV from the kitchen, cranking up the volume on your remote so you could listen and quote along to the movie as you worked on trying your best to clean up before Javi came home to your baking tornado.Â
At this point, you had seen the Wizard of Oz enough to quote it from front to back, especially as you and your brothers very early on in life had easily determined who got to be each part when you watched together. By default, because you were the only girl, your brothers told you that you had to be Dorthy, which you didnât mind because you got the main part and to have Todo (Although your favorite family dog, Otis, an overweight yellow lab, wasnât very pleased about having to be a part of you and your brothers yearly production). Charlie was always the Tin Man, being the oldest and most empathetic out of the rest of your brothers, David was Courage the Cowardly Lion, claiming lions were cool animals and that he was the bravest of your siblings, much to your disagreement, leaving Patrick as the Scarecrow, you and your brothers giving him the title of the smartest idiot youâd ever meet. After finishing washing the dishes, you had moved on to wiping down the counters, pausing and smiling to yourself as you heard the start to âSomewhere Over the Rainbowâ playing from the TV. You couldnât help yourself as you began to sing along, swaying back and forth as you lazily wiped up your mess. You were so caught up in singing and dancing to yourself that you hadnât even heard Javi open the door behind you.Â
Javi had quickly come to find out after moving in with you that not only coming home to you, but coming home to find you singing along to whatever CD you had playing as you meandered through the apartment, completely oblivious to his presence, was one his favorite things. There were times he could hear your voice as he went to unlock the door, making sure to open it extra quietly so he could stand in the doorway for a few moments, taking in the warmth and joy that radiated from you as you were lost in your own world. He soaked in every moment, watching every sway of your hip and shake of your head until you realized that he was home, making him just as happy for the big hug and kiss he got from you and your excited giggles as you greeted him. Â
He couldnât quite make out what you had been signing as he carefully turned his key in the lock, gently closing the door behind him, grinning at the image of you dressed head to toe in his sweatshirt and sweatpants, messy bun plopped on your head as you bent over the counter, resting your elbow on the hard surface with your head propped up on your chin.Â
âSomewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why canât I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why canât I?âÂ
Quietly setting down his bag and keys, Javi snuck his way over to the kitchen loud enough for you not be completely startled by his presence, as the song came to an end, making you turn your head over your shoulder to see Javi coming behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from the back he pressed his chest into your back, making you giggle as he planted quick, soft kisses along the exposed skin of your neck and shoulder.Â
âI could listen to you sing all day, Hermosa.â Javi rasped into your ear, playfully shaking you in his grasp. âWizard of Oz?â He asked, gesturing towards the TV as the movie continued in the background.Â
âReally? You want me to sing Days of the Week for you? I didnât get to sing it today since there was no school, I really need to get my fix.â You retorted, giving Javi a little nudge as he rolled his eyes.Â
âPlease for the love of God, no.â The both of you laughed as you looked back at the TV, watching Todo escape from the back of Mrs. Gulchâs bike basket.Â
âMy brothers and I would always watch it the night before Thanksgiving. Not really sure how the tradition started, but figured Iâd throw it on. I can turn it off if you donât wanna watch or put on something else.â You replied, reaching over for the remote.Â
âNo, keep it on, Osita.â He smiled, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head, arms still resting along your hips as he held you. âI canât fuckinâ tell you the last time Iâve seen this movie. Iâm gonna be real honest with you, I never really watched it that much as a kid because the flying monkeys scared the shit outta me.âÂ
âSeriously? Theyâre not even that scary. But we can fast forward through the monkey parts, if you need to, ya big bab-HEY!â You shrieked as Javi suddenly turned you around in his grasp so you were chest to chest before scooping you up and plopping you down so you were sitting on the counter. He placed his hands outside your hips, engulfing your body and making you squirm and laugh as he peppered ticklish kisses across your neck and face, trying your best to swat back at him. âJavi stop! You know that tickles!â You squealed, finally grabbing his arms, wrestling with him until he had given up, pressing a sweet, tender kiss on your lips.Â
âOh yeah? Whoâs the big baby now?â He smirked, running his hands along your thighs as your legs dangled over the edge of the counter.Â
âStill you, because Iâm not irrationally afraid of poorly made monkey costumes.â You pointed your finger at him, prodding at his chest.Â
âTheyâre fucking terrifying, Osita. Youâre the worst, you know that?âÂ
âOh really? You still gonna tell me Iâm the worst when I take these apple pies out of the oven?â You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest as you nodded over to the stove.Â
âFuck, I knew it smelled good in here. Does that mean I get to-âÂ
âDonât you dare even think about trying to sneak a piece of these pies before tomorrow, Javier JesĂșs Peña! These are for Thanksgiving, and even though thereâs only the 3 of us, I still made two because I know if I put a pie down in front of you, you could probably eat the whole thing by yourself, and I am not making another pie after the disaster in this tiny kitchen that I just cleaned up.â You raised an eyebrow at Javi, trying to give him your best stern face, the two of you snickering at each other as you tried to scold him.Â
âFine, fine. No pies.â Javi laughed, holding up his hands in defense. âNot even just a little-âÂ
âJavi! No!â You shook your head, slapping his arm as he looked back over at the oven before looking back at you, a sly smirk spreading across his face. Grabbing at the meat of your thighs, he slotted himself in the empty space of your legs, spread open as you sat on the counter. His hands quickly slid up towards your waist, creeping under the hem of his sweatshirt you were wearing as he caged his chest against yours, nipping at your neck, his words hot and heavy on your skin. âJaviâŠ.â You moaned, tipping your head back as his kisses traveled down to your collarbone and hands tugged at the waistband of your sweatpants. âJavi, Iâm gonna burn these pies, I donât wanna have to make them again or explain to your dad that theyâre burnt to a crisp because his son cannot keep his hands off me for more than 30 seconds. They only need to be in the oven for like-âÂ
â10 more minutes?â Javi quickly cut you off, now beginning to slide your sweatpants down your thighs, firmly pressing his hands along the soft flesh of your now bare legs. âOh, donât worry, I saw the timer, Hermosa. Baby, you know I can take care of you in 10 minutes, now I just wanna see how many times I can get you off before the pies are done.âÂ
âSeriously? Youâre timing yourself? Are we placing bets on this too, while weâre at it? You are absolutely ridiculous, Javi, I swear.â You tried your best to roll your eyes, but as his hands crept down, palming the already wet patch that had been growing in your underwear, it was hard to pretend you were even annoyed in the slightest. Your breath hitched as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties, shuffling them down your legs as he placed his hands on the inside of your thighs, pushing them open to reveal the slick of your arousal that had already been pooling between them. Gently, he ran his fingers through your folds, barley grazing over your clit before dropping to his knees, coming face to face with your dripping heat.Â
â3.â He said, carefully kissing along the inside of your legs, making his way closer and closer to your entrance.Â
â3 what?â You replied, trying your best to stay focused on anything Javi was saying as his nose bumped against your throbbing bundle of nerves, practically feeling his smirk against your pussy as he darted his eyes up at you.Â
â3 times. I bet I can make you cum 3 times before the timer goes off.âÂ
âYouâre a fucking menace, Javier Peña, you know that right?â You sighed, gripping your hands against the edge of the counter, feeling your cunt clench, desperate for him to ease the ache between your legs.Â
âOnly for you, Hermosa. Solo para ti (Only for you).â Javi looked up at you, shooting you a quick wink before licking a broad stroke against your clit, making you gasp and your jaw go slack as you moaned breathlessly. That was all it took before he dove in, a man on a mission to make you cum as many times as he could in the few minutes he had. Your legs draped over his broad shoulders, his fingertips squeezing into the flesh of your hips as his pace became rapid and intense, licking and sucking at your clit in a way that had you writing on the counter, tugging at the dark curls of his hair for any sort of relief.Â
âJavi, holy shit baby, oh fuck.â You whined, bucking your hips towards his face and arching your back as he circled around your bundle of nerves, your moans and whimpers only making him press his tongue firmer against you. Even after all this time, there was a part of you that still couldnât believe how fast Javi could make you cum. He had memorized every twitch, every tug of his hair, every breathy whisper to know what made you fall apart under his touch, loving every second of watching you come undone for him. You could feel the tingling beginning to creep up your legs and into your stomach as Javi sucked at your clit, pulling his head closer to your soaking core, desperate for more. âPlease donât stop, Javi. Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, I- ahhhhhhhhh.â That was all it took before you could feel the waves of pleasure rushing through your body, your pussy throbbing as your orgasm flooded over you, your body trembling at Javiâs relentless pace as he still worked at you as you came.Â
âFuck, you taste so sweet, hermosa. Sweetest fucking thing Iâve ever tasted.â Javi smirked, his mustache covered in your slick as he peeked over at the timer counting down on the stove. â7 minutes? Plenty of fucking time, Osita. You want my fingers, pretty girl?â He mewled, satisfied as he stared at the soaking wet mess between your legs, knowing you were still needy for more.Â
âMhmmmmhhh. Please, Javi, please.â You whimpered, your hand still buried deep in the brown locks of his hair, pleading for relief as your cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.Â
âSuch a good girl, asking so nicely.â He cooed, slowly pushing his two fingers into your already drenched core, making you gasp at the thickness now filling you, bumping against the soft spongy spot that made your toes curl and your jaw go slack. Already so worked up from just moments ago, as soon as Javiâs mouth was back on your throbbing clit, you could feel yourself beginning to clench around Javiâs hand, arousal pooling in your belly. His fingers slid easily in and out of your heat, his hand and mouth working at a persistent pace as he felt you squirm under him, knowing how close you were again.Â
Your second orgasm hit you even harder than your first, moaning and panting incoherently as you tensed around the thickness of Javiâs digits, soaking his hand as he feverishly lapped up your slick, only removing his mouth after he knew you had come down from your second high to smirk up at you with a devilishly smug grin. He ran his free hand along your leg, grasping at your thigh as his other hand still slowly pulsed inside you, his fingers curling ever so slightly to the spot he knew would get him to his goal. As much as you wanted to, you couldnât even blame him for self-satisfied smile- Javi knew just as well as you that he knew how to work you in all the right ways to get you exactly where he wanted you. âGimme one more just like this, Osita. Câmon, sweet girl. Wanna watch that pretty face when you cum. â You nodded, looking down at the shine of your arousal covering his smirk, knowing that at this point, you were so worked up and overstimulated that just the fingers already inside of you really were all you needed to give him your last orgasm.Â
Javiâs fingers had already sunk so deep into your cunt, already so overly sensitive to every push and pull of his hand, that your grasp on the counter had become so tight, you could feel your knuckles turning white. You cried out his name as it fell from your lips, babbling incoherently as the third rush of pleasure crashed over you, gushing onto Javiâs hand as awed at your blissed out state.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Let it all go, hermosa. Fuck, you look so good like this. Canât believe youâre all fuckinâ mine. God, youâre so perfect.â Javi carefully pulsed his fingers a few more times as he felt you clench around him, making you hiss as he withdrew his hand now soaked in your slick. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked his fingers clean before rising up off his knees, taking his time to plant soft kisses along your body before grabbing your face, pressing his lips against yours the taste of you still tangy on his tongue. It wasnât long until the beep of the oven timer was ringing through your kitchen, making Javiâs smug smirk only grow wider. âSee? Told you I could do it 3 times before the pies were done.âÂ
âJesus ChristâŠâ You swatted at him, trying to catch your breath, the two of you laughing and shaking your heads as he helped you slide down off the counter before pulling your sweatpants back up over your legs, walking over towards the oven. âIf you think this was gonna change my mind about you getting a piece tonight, itâs not.â You raised an eyebrow at him, throwing on an oven mitt before reaching in to pull out the pies, sweet and steaming as they rested on the counter.Â
âNot even just a-âÂ
You turned around, trying your best to give him your most stern look without bursting into giggles, making Javi hold his hands up in defense, stopping mid-sentence. âYou can have all the pie you want tomorrow, you hungry, horny menace.â You laughed, taking off your oven mitt and pointing it at him.Â
Tomorrow.Â
He couldnât help but smile knowing that in less than 24 hours, tomorrow meant a lot more than just getting to eat the apple pies that had just come out of the oven.Â
Javi felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. Sleep was an incredibly inaccurate way to describe the anticipated tossing and turning he had done all night, his heart racing excitedly as he counted down the moments until he finally got down on one knee, and asked you to be his wife. It didnât take much to get Javi out of bed bright and early, his adrenaline pumping through his veins as he planted a soft kiss on the tangled and sleepy waves of your hair as you laid face down, snoring into your pillow, before sneaking out of your room into the kitchen.Â
As you shifted over in bed, reaching for Javi to pull him closer to you in your half asleep state, you scrunched your face, blinking as you looked over to find an empty space beside you, the sheets of Javiâs of the mattress left in a tangled pile in his place. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked up to see the sunrise creeping through the cracks of your curtains, painting your bedroom walls in golden rays and silhouettes, blowing in the soft breeze from your cracked window. Reaching your arms over your head and letting out a big yawn, you crawled out of bed, shuffling across the carpet of your bedroom to your dresser to pull out another one of Javiâs sweatshirts before opening your door to hear the sounds of sizzling and popping coming from the kitchen. Creeping down the hallway, you peeked your head around the corner to see Javi and his messy, sleepy curls cooking away, working on what seemed to be like bacon and eggs, sitting next to an already completed giant pile of pancakes.Â
âAre we having breakfast for 12 this morning?â You giggled, your voice still soft and sleepy as you smiled at Javi, walking into the kitchen and hugging him from behind, snaking your arms around his waist, resting your body against his broad back. âYou didnât have to do all this, Jav. I didnât know you were getting up to make breakfast this morning, I could have gotten up and helped.âÂ
Javi set down his spatula, turning to face you, gently cupping your jaw as placed a soft kiss on your lips and forehead, squeezing you in a tight hug. âGood morning to you too, Hermosa. I know you didnât. I wanted to surprise you and bring you breakfast in bed, but I guess I should have known better that you would be up before then.â He chuckled as you hoisted yourself up onto the counter, sitting next to the stack of pancakes you now noticed were separated by both blueberries and chocolate chips. He reached beside him, handing you the mug of coffee he had poured, gladly taking a generous sip before watching him finish up the rest of the scrambled eggs on the stove.Â
âSurprise Thanksgiving breakfast?â You laughed, tilting your head in confusion as you looked over at Javi before reaching down to grab a chocolate chip pancake, taking a bite and letting out a satisfied sigh.Â
Javi tried his best to keep calm and nonchalant, giving a little shrug as he scraped the eggs off the pan onto one of the empty plates, handing it over to you. âItâs uh- itâs your first Thanksgiving away from home, I donât know- I know you love breakfast, I just wanted to make it special for you, I guess.â  Â
âWell-â You paused, taking a big fork full of eggs, nodding your head as you chewed, âOh my god these are good-â finally swallowing before finishing the rest of your thought, âYouâre very sweet, and I am very, very thankful for you, and your delicious breakfast.â You grinned, leaning over to give Javi a kiss on the cheek on his scratchy, morning stubble as he dropped the rest of the eggs on to his plate, setting it to the side as he hooked his arms under your thighs, making you squeal as you draped his arms around your neck and locked your legs around the small of your back as he spun you around, peppering ticklish kisses against your soft skin.Â
âIâm so thankful for you too, Osita. Fuck, youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, you know that? I love you so goddamn much.â His sweet, brown eyes locked with yours as your hands ran through the soft curls of his hair before tracing along his cheek, your thumb rubbing soft circles along his jaw.Â
âI love you too, Jav. Someoneâs feeling sappy this morning.â You prodded, giving him one last quick peck before unwrapping your legs and setting your feet back on the ground, grabbing your plate and heading over to the couch to turn on the TV. Javi looked at the ground sheepishly, feeling the heat creep through his flushed face.Â
You didnât even know the fucking half of it.Â
Javi had spent the rest of the morning trying his best to stay as even keeled as possible, but with how fast his heart had been beating since the moment he had gotten out of bed, he was surprised you hadnât asked if he was having a heart attack as you pressed your head against his chest, cuddling up together on the couch to watch the rest of the Macyâs Thanksgiving Day Parade after finishing your huge breakfast.Â
âAwh yes!â You grasped at Javiâs shirt, shaking the fist fulls of fabric in excitement as you stared at Santaâs sleigh now making its way across the TV screen. âChristmas time is finally here!â Javi shook his head, laughing to himself at the number of times you had already broughten up how excited you were for Christmas since the day November had started. âAre you gonna hate me if I start decorating and listening to Christmas music tomorrow?â You grimaced, twisting your head to look up at Javi.Â
âJesus Christ, you werenât kidding, huh? You really wanna start setting out Christmas shit tomorrow?âÂ
âI will hold off until December 1st if I absolutely have to, but just know, each day that passes until then will kill me slowly.âÂ
âAnd Iâm the ridiculous one?âÂ
âPendejo.â You grumbled, giving him a nudge.Â
âYou love me. Thatâs fine baby, Iâm honestly impressed you held out this long.âÂ
âHonestly, itâs only because I actually really do also like Thanksgiving, it deserves it's time to shine, too. Oh, speaking of which, I wanna call my family just to say hi really quick before we start getting ready to leave, is that okay?â You asked, pushing yourself up off the couch.Â
âUh, yeah- yeah of course thatâs fine, Hermosa.â He replied, seeming surprisingly flustered by your question. You obviously hadnât seemed to notice, walking over to grab your phone off the receiver before punching in your house phone number, holding it up to your ear as the dial tone rang repeatedly. A confused look spread across your face as the ringing ended in your momâs familiar voicemail, giving Javi a puzzled shrug as you left your message.Â
âHi everyone, itâs me! Just wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving! I miss you guys! If you try and call and I donât answer, weâre over at Javiâs dadâs- Javi says hi too. Okay, well if I donât talk to you later, then tell David not to eat too much gravy so he doesnât shit his pants again. Love you!â You pressed the red button, ending your call as you set the phone back down. âThatâs so weird that no one answered, they should all be home right now.â  Â
âIâm sure theyâre fine, baby. Theyâre probably just busy. Iâm sure youâll talk to them later.â He smiled, giving your outstretched hand a reassuring squeeze. Â
âYeah, youâre right. We should probably start getting ready, when did your dad want us over again?âÂ
âHe said to take our time, heâll have food ready whenever we get over there.âÂ
âWell I feel bad that heâs there waiting all by himself. Iâm good to hop in the shower if you are?â You suggested, pulling him up to stand from the couch.Â
âDonât worry about me for the shower, Iâll clean up the rest of breakfast and you can start getting ready, okay?â Javi rubbed his hand along your arm, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.Â
âJav, you made me breakfast, the least I can do is help clean-âÂ
âOsita. I know youâd help me clean up. I want to, okay? I wanted to get up and make breakfast for you, Iâm not gonna let you clean up my mess.âÂ
âFine, Mr. Stubborn. Thank you. You sure I canât-âÂ
âGo get your ass in the shower, hermosa.â Javi gestured towards the bathroom, giving your butt a quick smack before heading down the hallway into the bathroom.Â
In all honesty, cleaning the dishes was the last thing Javi had on his mind as he was finally able to get you into the bathroom. Once he heard the water on and the shower curtain open, he snuck his way into the bedroom, digging through his sock drawer to pull out the giant sock ball with your ring buried inside it. Pulling the velvet case out of the fabric, Javi carefully opened the box, smiling at the glimmer of the piece of shiny jewelry, picturing how perfect it would look finally wrapped around your finger. He slipped the case into one of the inside pockets of his jacket, squeezing his hand around the fabric, as if to make sure this was actually happening. Quietly, he grabbed his cell phone from his nightstand, dialing up Chucho, anxiously chewing at the inside of his lip as he waited for his dad to answer.Â
âHola, hijo.â Chucho answered, his voice filled with excitement and glee.Â
âHey, Pops. She just started getting ready so Iâm guessing weâll be there in like, an hour and a half?â His dad could practically hear Javiâs nerves and anxiety now beginning to build as the realization that he was hours away from proposing was finally starting to hit him like a ton of bricks.Â
âPerfect. Everything and everyone will be ready, donât worry, Mijo.â Chucho chuckled, trying to ease his sonâs tension.Â
âOkay.â Javiâs response was short and unassuring as he ran his free hand through his dark curls before resting his hand on his hip.Â
âJavier. Tiene planeada un dĂa mas perfecto para ella. AsĂ que respiremos profundamente, todo estĂĄ yendo bien. A ella le encantarĂa. Casi tanto como elle te ama.â (Javier, you have planned the most perfect day for her. Take a deep breath, it will all be okay. She will love it. Almost as much as she loves you). Javi took a long inhale, his dad 's words comforting him as his exhale followed.Â
âThanks, Dad.âÂ
âClaro, hijo (Of course, son). We will see you and your futura esposa (future wife) soon.âÂ
âTe verĂ© pronto. (Iâll see you soon) Bye.âÂ
Hearing the water from your shower turn off, Javi rushed back into the kitchen, speed washing every dish and pan to make sure it looked like he had made good on his promise to clean up after himself while you were getting ready in the bathroom. With the dishwasher full and running, Javi made his way down the hall to see you standing in front of the bathroom mirror, wrapped in your towel, and starting to put on your makeup. He couldnât help but gawk at you- Javi watching you get ready had become a staple in your relationship very early on, the two of you talking as Javi rested his hip on the counter, or sat on the lid of the toilet seat, smiling to himself, in awe of every beautiful part of you. But there was something about the way that Javi was staring at you right now as you peeked your head out of the bathroom that made your heart flutter. It wasnât the Iâd fuck you right now against the bathroom counter look that had become just as much of a staple as Javi watching you get ready, it wasnât even the sweet, flirty look heâd give you when he just wanted to let you know how cute you were. The way Javi looked at you as you stood there in your fluffy towel, makeup half done and hair wet and tangled from the shower was a look that put butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you like you were the only person in the world. That he didnât care if anyone else existed beside you. That you were the only person he ever wanted to look at like this.Â
âWhatâs that look for?â You blushed, setting down your mascara to stare back at him.Â
âYouâre just- Fuck. Youâre so beautiful, Osita. Everything about you. Iâm so lucky.â Javiâs words were soft and gentle, his sweet brown eyes making you melt as they soaked in every inch of you.Â
âDoes Thanksgiving always make you this sappy?â You giggled, biting down on your lip before turning back to the mirror. âThanks, Jav. I hope you know I feel equally as lucky. Now go get your cute butt in the shower so we donât have to make your dad wait any longer. I need to find the loosest fitting outfit I have so I can make room for when I eat my bodyweight in mashed potatoes.âÂ
By the time Javi was finished getting ready, you were already out in the kitchen wrapping up the pies you had made last night to safely get to Chuchoâs without any sneaky tampering from Javi.Â
âWell, you look handsome.â You smirked, watching Javi walk down the hallway in one of his dark washed pairs of tight jeans, paired with a tan button up and black jacket overtop of it. Javiâs jaw just about dropped as he watched you make your way out from around the counter, showing off the cute, burnt orange dress you had put on over your cream colored turtleneck.Â
âMe? Jesus Christ, look at you, Osita.â You giggled as you pressed up on your tiptoes, giving him a quick kiss as you draped your arms over his neck.Â
âOh shhhh. Thank you, Jav. You ready to leave?â You smiled up at him, Javi praying you couldnât feel how fast his heart was racing as he caged his chest against yours, thinking about the last drive he was ever about to make with you before you went from girlfriend to fiancĂ©.Â
âIâm ready whenever you are.âÂ
âCan I trust you to carry the other pie on the way down to the car without eating any of it?â You laughed, rolling your eyes as you reached over the counter to hand him the tin foil covered dessert.Â
âYes, you can trust me. I think I left my phone in the bedroom, let me just go grab it really quick and then we can go, okay?â You nodded at him as he quickly made his way back to your room, cell phone already tucked away in his pants when he put on his jeans 15 minutes ago. He looked over his shoulder to check and make sure you hadnât followed behind, pulling out the ring box one last time, taking a deep breath before giving it a little squeeze and stashing it back in his pocket.Â
It was really fucking happening.Â
As the two of you began your drive to what you assumed was Chuchoâs, Javi turned up the volume of the CD he had picked out to play in the car, âEverywhereâ by Fleetwood Mac now bumping through the speakers. He reached over the center console, intertwining your fingers with his as he grabbed your hand, smiling over at you as the melodic intro began. âThis song always makes me think of the first night I ever stayed over at your apartment. All you had to eat was fuckinâ mac and cheese.â
âOh my God, I remember that. I was so embarrassed because I had nothing else to eat and I didnât want you to think I was a crazy person who only ate like a 10 year old. God, that feels like forever ago.â Running your free hand over your face, the two of you laughed over the melodic soundtrack playing in the background, the memory of that night making your heart grow warm.Â
âI guess. Honestly, it still almost feels like it was yesterday. I just remember how fucking nervous I was the whole goddamn night.â
âWith how many times we fucked that night, you really didnât seem nervous.â You giggled, rubbing your thumb over the rough skin of his hand interlaced with yours.Â
âI was. I was so nervous I was gonna fuck something up, because I knew I was already so fucking in love with you, and it scared the shit out of me. No one else has ever made me feel like you do. I knew from that day on I never wanted to live without you.âÂ
âWell, if it makes you feel any better, I felt the exact same. Weâve come a long way since then, huh?â The two of you smiled at each other as you leaned your head over to rest on Javiâs shoulder, Javi pressing a tender kiss in your hair, the sweet and familiar smell of your shampoo flooding him with comfort, easing his nerves just a touch as changed course from his usual route to the ranch, making you perk back up in confusion.Â
âSince when do we go this way to your dadâs house? Weâve never gone this way before.â You questioned, a puzzled look spreading across your face.Â
âI know. Just trust me, okay?â He grinned softly, giving you a reassuring squeeze of his hand.Â
âOkay?â You replied wearily, giving Javi a suspicious look. âWhat the hell are you up to?âÂ
âOsita. Just trust me.âÂ
âFine, I should know better than to ask questions at this point, I know youâre not gonna tell me anything. Do I get a hint?âÂ
âNo, you dork.âÂ
âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â You grumbled, resting your head back against Javi as he drove the two of you down an unfamiliar path, the sounds of Fleetwood Mac filling the comfortable silence between you.Â
It wasnât long until the road you were on started to become vaguely familiar, peeking out the window of the truck to try and piece together why your surroundings felt so recognizable. It wasnât until you saw the white âFor Saleâ sign, now covered with âSOLDâ in bright, red letters, peeking out of the tree lined driveway that you began to put two and two together. Â
âWait⊠Isnât this the place that we went to go see for Steveâs friend a couple weeks ago?â You asked, looking back at Javi as he slowed the speed of the truck, beginning to turn into the driveway.Â
âMmmhhmm.â Javi nodded, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel.Â
âIt- It looks like he must have bought it, so why are we back here? Are you sure heâs fine with us just like, showing up here?â You were absolutely stumped as to why you were back at the plot of land you had gone to check out for Steveâs friend after his Halloween party until you rounded the corner along the âFor Saleâ sign.Â
âYeah, I think heâll be okay with it.â Javi smirked, gazing over at you.Â
Then all of a sudden, it hit you like a ton of bricks.Â
The conversation you had overheard between Javi and Steve at the Halloween party.Â
The reason why he had asked you to come look at this place for Steveâs buddy.Â
Why âSOLDâ was plastered over the for sale sign. Â
You could physically feel your jaw drop, hanging open so wide, you wouldnât have been surprised if it had dropped through the floor of Javiâs truck. Your eyes grew as you looked over at Javi, your head darting back between him and the trees lining the driveway, practically frozen in shock.Â
âJaviâŠâ You whispered, your breath shaky and trembling from the butterflies building in your stomach. His silence had never felt more comforting, simply smiling back at you before putting the truck into park, hopping out to make his way to the driverâs side, opening the door for you. You quickly wiped your palms against your dress, feeling how sweaty they had become from the nerves building inside you before sliding out of your seat, walking hand in hand with Javi the last few feet down the driveway before the trees opened to the open, grassy field hidden behind it, just as charming and beautiful as you remembered it.Â
You had been so focused on the view in front of you, you hadnât even noticed Javi tugging your hand over towards the old oak tree on the side of the property, wrapped in twinkling string lights and pictures of the two of you. Under the tree, a big plaid blanket laid spread across the grass, covered in piles of cute pillows and surrounded by a few candles and vases of beautiful orange and red flowers resting on the ground. You felt your heart race, knots of anticipation building in your stomach as you quickly began to realize the âSOLDâ sign wasnât the only thing Javi was trying to surprise you with.Â
Holy fuck, he was going to propose to you, too.Â
You used every last brain cell in you to try and form anything close to a coherent sentence, but the best you could get out as the two of you reached the blanket under the towering tree was a jumbled mess of tangled words, spilling from your mouth. âJavi- What, are- Baby, is this- Javi, I, I- Holy shit.â Your hands trembled as you reached out for one of the pictures hung around the base of the tree- One Chucho must have taken one of the days the two of you were out on the ranch, Javi carrying you on his back as the two of you laughed at each other with stupid grins on your face. You could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest, tears already beginning to well behind your eyes as you looked up at Javi.
âThat oneâs always been one of my favorites. You look so happy, Osita.â He whispered, rubbing his hand along your back as the two of you stared at the photo, Javi pressing a soft kiss against your head, letting out a shaky exhale as he pulled away. Grabbing your hand, he turned towards you, the Adamâs apple of his throat bobbing as he swallowed, trying to compose himself before he spoke again. âAll I ever want is for you to be happy, baby.âÂ
You let out an audible gasp, covering your trembling hands over your mouth as you watched Javi lower himself down onto one knee, tears welling behind those sweet brown eyes as he smiled up at you with that familiar gaze you realized you would now never have to live without.Â
âOsita. Baby, you make me the happiest man in the world. I donât think I ever truly understood what it felt like to be this happy until I met you. I couldnât be more thankful that your clumsy ass bumped into me all those months ago, because there hasnât been a day thatâs gone by since Iâve met you that my life hasnât been better, because youâre in it. Youâre everything I never knew I needed, and everything I never thought I deserved. You are the most beautiful, kind, and loving woman Iâve ever met. Youâre also the most stubborn, headstrong, independent woman I have ever met, and I love every perfect part of you that makes you the person I feel head over heels in love with. From the moment I met you, I couldnât imagine how I could spend the rest of my life without you. I wanna spend forever with you, Osita. I wanna give you the world. I wanna start our lives together here. I wanna build you a house, I wanna fill it with as many kids as you want, I wanna spend the rest of my life here with you, because if I have that, thatâs all Iâll ever need. Youâre all Iâll ever need.âÂ
Javiâs hands shook as he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the little velvet box that had been hidden inside, carefully opening the case to reveal the beautiful, oval cut diamond, nestled between little clusters of smaller stones, resting on top of a dainty and simple gold band. You could feel the tears streaming down your grinning cheeks, still trying to comprehend what was happening as Javi held the ring up towards you.Â
âOsita, I love you so much. Te amo mĂĄs que a mi vida (I love you more than life itself). Baby, will you marry me?âÂ
Javi could barely finish the question before you were jumping on him, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could, sobbing into his shoulder as the two of you fell onto the blanket, bodies tangled in each other as you laid on top of him.Â
âOf course. Of course Iâll marry you, you idiot. I love you so much.âÂ
You laughed through your tears, grabbing his face, your lips meeting in an electric moment that made everything else around you stand still. You could feel each otherâs grins against your parted mouths, laying back down on top of Javi squeezing him as tightly as you could to try and ground yourself in the reality of what had just happened.Â
âI think Iâm supposed to put the ring on your finger now, you dork.â He laughed, pushing you both to sit up as he grabbed the case that had landed next to him on the blanket, cautiously taking out the ring, his thumb rubbing over the knuckles of your outstretched hand as he slipped onto your finger, the both of you staring at it in awe.Â
âJavi⊠Baby, holy shit this is beautiful. How did you- When did you-âÂ
âIt was my momâs.â He grinned, biting down on his lip as he watched the ring sparkle on your finger before looking back up at you, the tears now building in both your eyes again. âWhen uh- In the end, before she passed, she always told me if I ever found someone, I could have it. I kinda wrote it off because I didnât think Iâd ever find anyone, let alone find you. I know I never really asked you what you wanted or liked, but-âÂ
âJavi. Itâs perfect.â You cupped his cheeks, your face beaming with joy as you shook your head still in absolute shock. As if the ring on your finger wasnât enough, you looked back out at the green grass swaying in the gentle breeze, reminded of the fact that not only did Javi want you to be his wife, but this man had just told you he was about to build you a fucking house. âYou really bought this? Weâre gonna build a house here? This is all ours?âÂ
âItâs all ours, Hermosa. Whatever you want, baby, Iâll build it for you.â Javi's face lit up watching the excitement radiating from you, your eyes darting back between the ring on your finger and the beautiful plot of land in front of you, trying to take everything in.Â
âYouâre being serious? Like actually? Weâre really gonna build a house here?â You asked, still trying to process.Â
âYes, seriously.â Javi nodded, smiling at you as you shook your head in disbelief, burying your head in your hands and squealing before shooting up, running over to the middle of the empty plot grass, spinning in a circle, imagining the possibilities of what was to come.Â
âSo we can have a big kitchen? And huge windows so itâs always sunny inside? And a porch on the back deck that we can watch the sunset? And a-âÂ
âBaby, we can have whatever you want.â Javi chuckled to himself as you stood there for a moment, taking it all in before running back over to him, once again, tackling him to the ground pressing frantic kisses against his lips.Â
âWe can finally have a bedroom big enough for a king size bed? Where we can hang out all day? And watch the sunrise? And have plenty of space to fuck my husband?â You smirked, feeling Javiâs cock twitch against the denim of his jeans as you laid on top of him. Javi let out a low groan as you hand snaked between your bodies, reaching down to palm at the bulge straining against his zipper.Â
âSay it again.â He rasped, planting hot, wet kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin.Â
âMy husband. Youâre gonna be my husband, Javier Peña.âÂ
Husband.Â
Oh fuck, did that do something to do him hearing you say that out loud. Â
Grabbing you by the hips, he quickly flipped you over, your back resting on the blanket as he hovered over you, trailing kisses down every inch of your body before his palms pushed up the hem of your dress, grasping at the meat of your thighs. He cupped his hand against your core, already feeling the wetness that had begun to pool in your underwear, carefully hooking his fingers under the waistband before sliding it down your legs.Â
âAgain, baby. Say it again.â He mewled, running his fingers between your folds, collecting your arousal as his thumb circled around your clit, making your breath shake as you spoke again.Â
âHusband. Fuck, Javi, Iâm gonna be your wife.âÂ
Now that, that one really did something to him.Â
âYouâre gonna be my fucking wife.â Javiâs tongue darted between his parted lips as he sunk his two fingers deep inside you, making you moan beneath him. âIâm gonna be your fucking husband. Iâm gonna take such good care of you, Osita. Iâll give you everything. Anything you want, Hermosa, Iâll give it to you.â His touch had you writing, bucking your hips against his hand as he thumbed at your sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers curved ever so slightly, pressing against the soft spongy spot that made your pussy throb even more intensely than it already was. Javiâs forehead rested against yours, your noses brushing against each other as your words escaped from the soft, smirking curve of your lips, thinking about Javiâs promise.Â
âAnything? Youâre gonna give me a house, your last nameâŠyou gonna give me a baby, too? Make you a husband and a daddy?âÂ
Holy shit, you were really trying to fucking kill him.Â
Just the thought of that alone was enough for Javi to let out an audible groan, biting down on his tongue and taking a deep breath to compose himself so that he didnât bust right that second. âJesus ChristâŠâ he growled, quickly removing his fingers, already soaked with your juices, making you whimper at the rapid loss. Frantically, he undid his belt buckle, sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs to reveal his already hard cock, his tip red and leaking with precum. That was all it took before Javi was stroking himself, lining his tip up with your entrance and flushing his hips against yours, feeling his length bottom all the way out against your cervix, making you whine at his fullness inside you. Youâd be lying if you said the idea alone hadnât made you so wet and worked up, that even though Javi had barely spent any time working you open with his fingers, he still slid into your heat effortlessly. Â
âFuckkkk meeee, Osita.â He grunted, already beginning to press into you at a rushed, sloppy pace. You had come to find out that while Javi had impressive stamina, there were times that the little things you said or did to him made him absolutely lose his mind. It would leave him so worked up and on edge, that his endurance flew out the window, barely standing a chance at lasting more than a few quick minutes buried inside you. Given your comment, the rate he was snapping his hips into yours, and that all too familiar lustful look in his eyes, you already knew he was a goner.Â
You grasped at fist fulls of his jacket, digging your fingers into the fabric as Javi punched deep into the spot that made your vision go white, feeling your cunt already beginning to clench around his cock as he rubbed his fingers frantically along your clit. âYou want me to give you a baby, Osita? Shit- Iâll give you as many babies as you want. Weâll fill up every fucking room in this house. Iâd fuck a baby into right now if I could. Youâd like that, huh?â Javi hissed through gritted teeth, his strokes rapid and punishing as he punched against your g-spot, watching you whimper beneath him.Â
âFuckkk, yes, Javi- ahhhh- Jesus, I want it so bad. I want everything with you, baby.âÂ
âFuck, Hermosa, Iâm close- I can feel how close you are too, baby. So tight and wet. Give it to me, Osita. Want you to cum all over my cock before I fuck you full of me.â With a few more strokes, you could feel the tingle building at the base of your spine as your orgasm ripped through you, euphoria flooding through your veins across your body. Your moans and cries as you tightened around Javiâs dick had him moments away from coming undone just as fast as you had, his rambling becoming just as fast and boundless as his last few pumps inside of you.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna be such a good wife- oh shit- such a good mom. I canât until we can have a family to raise here- I canât believe-ahhhh- I canât believe your mine forever. Canât believe I get to marry you, fuck a baby into you, holy shit, fuck, fuck- ohhhhhhh-â With one final thrust, Javi buried himself deep in your hilt, milking himself of every last drop of his spend, slumping into you, your chests rising and falling in unison as you both came down from your blissed out highs before pulling out from the wet mess between you.Â
âWell fuck meâŠâ You giggled, running your hand over your face, smirking back up at Javi.Â
âJesus Fucking Christ, Osita. Iâd apologizing for fucking busting so quick, but goddamn, if you keep saying shit like that, I swearâŠâ The two of you laughed, Javi picking up the hand covering your face, kissing the ring now wrapped around your finger before leaning down to meet your lips in a long, tender kiss.Â
âYou liked that, huh?â You smirked up at him, biting down on your lip as he nipped at your ear, his voice low and raspy as his hot breath pressed against your skin.Â
âBaby, if you keep talking like that, I swear to God, Iâm gonna find a way to beat your birth control and fuck a baby into you right this second.âÂ
âI meannnnn, I wouldnât be mad about it. You better stop saying shit before I run home and toss my birth control pills out the window, never to be seen again. No, no, this is bad, Jav! We arenât even married yet, Jesus! We cannot be talking like this until we at least make that happen and we build this house. One step at a time.â You sighed, shaking your head and laughing to yourself as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before swiping his thumb along your bottom lip.Â
âOne step at a time.â He repeated, softly gazing into your eyes, his sweet chocolate brown stare making you melt beneath him. âI love you so fucking much, Osita.â Â
âTe amo hasta la luna y de regreso, Javier Peña.â (I love you to the moon and back). I still canât believe you did all this for me. I would have been happy with anything, but a proposal and surprise house combination is pretty fuckinâ tough to beat. Thank you, Javi. For everything. I am the luckiest woman in the world. I honestly still canât believe this, oh my God.âÂ
âThereâs still one more surprise.â Javi grinned, his comment making you sit up in shock.Â
âJavi. Seriously? How could there possibly be any more surprises? Did you get me a fucking unicorn too?âÂ
âLast one, I promise.âÂ
Javi grunted as he pushed himself up to stand, extending his arm down to you to help pull you towards him. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, squeezing your body against the warm familiar space of his, staring out into the blank canvas that would be yours and Javiâs home. The two of you stood there for a moment in silence, smiles stretched wide across your faces as you held each other in the crisp November breeze, feeling like the only two people in the world to exist. No one but you and him. You had Javier Peña forever, and you were never letting go.Â
As you had finally come to grips with the reality of what had just happened on the actual car ride over to the Peña ranch, you could feel your head spinning with questions as to how in the world Javi had managed to pull all of this off.Â
âWait okay, so when did you get the ring? You hid it really well, I had no idea you even had it. Did you set all of this stuff up? When the hell did you go buy this beautiful piece of land weâre about to build a house on? How long have you been-âÂ
âJesus Hermosa, one at a time.â Javi chuckled, resting his hand on your thigh to try and slow your interrogation as he drove.
âSorry, sorry. I still canât believe you did all of this, I wanna know all the details now! Okay, the ring- Iâll start there. God, itâs so pretty.â You beamed, holding out your hand in front of you to stare at it.Â
âI got it from my dad after my birthday party. Believe me, I would have done this sooner, but all the stuff with buying the fucking land was a pain in my ass, and took way longer than I thought it was going to. I put the offer in right before we left for Chicago, and didnât close on everything until like 2 weeks ago. â Javi sighed, shaking his head.Â
âYeah Jav, Iâm SO upset you didnât get this beautiful piece of land to build our dream house on and propose to me a few weeks sooner, Iâm calling it all off.â You joked, your voice oozing with sarcasm as Javi rolled his eyes at you.Â
âPendejo.âÂ
âHey, youâre the one who asked to marry me. When did you decide building a house was gonna be a part of this whole plan?â You asked, smirking over at Javi, giving him a little nudge across the center console.Â
âFor a while now. I looked at a few houses after I got the ring, but nothing felt right. My dad built our house on the ranch when he and my mom got married, and after talking with him, it was the only thing that made sense. I want our house to be everything we want. Everything you want.â He smiled, tracing his thumb in soft circles along your leg.Â
âJavi, we could live in a cardboard box together and I would be happy. I donât care as long as Iâm with you. Although, Iâm not mad about it.â The both of you laughed to yourselves, stupid grins on your faces. âSo like, are you gonna build it? Not that I donât trust your construction skills, but that seems like a lotta house for one man.âÂ
âJesus, no. My cousin Dannyâs a contractor- I talked to him when I was thinking about doing all of this. He helped me find the place and already agreed to start building whenever weâre ready. I told him obviously we would help whenever we could, and my dad has already offered to help too- heâs about to be over there every day, because heâs convinced the sooner the house is built, the sooner he gets his grandkids.âÂ
âI think he may be the most excited out of anyone.â You giggled, shaking your head. âSo he obviously knows about all this? Did he help with setting everything up?âÂ
âYeah, he had some help too.â Javi smiled as the two of you pulled into the driveway of the Peña ranch, the sun slowly beginning to set behind the horizon, the golden rays spilling in through the windows of his truck as he shifted it into park. He quickly got out, hopping around to your side of the car to open your door, taking your hand and helping you down after planting a soft kiss on your lips.Â
The two of you walked hand in hand up to the house, giddy with excitement to finally talk with Chucho about everything Javi had surprised you with today, almost forgetting that the 3 of you still had Thanksgiving to celebrate on top of everything else. âOh shit, the pies!â You exclaimed, getting ready to run back to the truck before Javi grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.Â
âIâll go get them in a minute, letâs go inside, okay?â He insisted, dragging you back towards the house.Â
âJavi, itâll take like 2 seconds, I-â
âOstia. Just go inside, okay?âÂ
âFine, fine!â You laughed, reaching your hand down to twist open the doorknob, looking up at Javiâs boyish grin. âI just donât understand why-âÂ
âOH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, THEYâRE HERE! AHHHHHHH HONEY!âÂ
You stood there for a moment, wondering who the hell was screeching at the top of their lungs, ambushing you in a hug that felt more like a death grip than anything else. It took a second before you processed the all too familiar voice and arms wrapped around your body, making your heart race and tears begin to fall down your face.Â
âWait, wha- Wait Mom?! What are you-â Â
âOh sweetheart, oh my God! BOYS! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE! COME CONGRATULATE YOUR SISTER.â Your Mom shouted over your shoulder, still squeezing you in her arms, shaking you frantically. âJAVI, HONEY, AH WE ARE SO HAPPY FOR YOU!â Your mom shrieked, pulling Javi in for just as tight of a hug as the one you had just gotten a few seconds earlier before turning back to you, squeezing you again.Â
âWait, everyone- Mom, what the fuck? What are you- wait, what are you all doing here?â Finally beginning to come to, you pulled away from your mom to see not only Chucho, but your dad, brothers, and nieces all smiling back at your awestruck face.Â
âLanguage honey, Jesus, just because youâre getting married doesnât mean you get to swear at your mom.â She swatted at you, rolling her eyes.Â
You took another step back as your eyes darted between Javi and your family, your jaw hanging open in absolute shock. âBut when did you- how did- Wait, what is happening?â You ran your hands through your hair, head swiveling back and forth, looking for someone to explain how the hell your family had ended up here, at the Peña Ranch in Laredo, Texas.Â
Shuffling up behind your mom, your dad greeted you, pulling you in for a quick hug and little noogie on your arm before doing the same to Javi, standing between the two of you as he spoke. âOnce this kid knew when he was gonna propose, he wanted to find a way for us to be there. He knew how much you didnât wanna miss Thanksgiving, which I donât fucking understand, I thought you were gettinâ a get outta jail free card from these idiots,â He gestured over at Charlie and David, shrugging in agreement before turning back to you, âJavi asked if we wanted to come down here for Thanksgiving so we could celebrate it and spend it with you. You found a good one, kiddo.â Â
âCongrats, asshat. If thereâs hope for you, then thereâs hope for us all, isnât there?â David snickered, giving you a playful punch before patting you on the back for a hug.Â
âTo say thereâs hope for you is generous.â You smirked at David, elbowing him back as Olivia squealed, running up to you with her arms outstretched, her patience running out as she waited for the grownups to finish talking.Â
âAUNTIE BEAR!âÂ
âCutie patootie!â You shrieked back, picking her up and spinning her around.Â
âAuntie Bear, did Mr. Javi do the surprise? Did you know that Mr. Chucho has cows?! And horses!? I got to go pet one and Brianna did too, but she was scared and cried, but I didnât âcause Iâm really brave!â Olivia beamed, giggling as you gave her one last twirl as you set her back down.Â
âYou got to go see the animals? Arenât they so cute? Yes, Mr. Javi did the surprise, it was a really good one.â You smiled back at Javi, tears welling in your eyes, wondering how your heart could feel any fuller.Â
âThis niñita y su hermana (little girl and her sister) took very good care of the animals this afternoon. Gracias, peque (thanks, little one).â Chucho grinned, reaching down to give Olivia a gentle high five as she bounced in excitement before looking back up at you. âOh mija. I am so happy for you both. Your family is a hoot, I will tell you that. I see where you get your spunk from.â All of you laughed as you wrapped your arms around Chucho.
âMr. Peña, thatâs a very nice way of calling us the biggest bunch of annoying idiots youâve ever met, so thank you.â Charlie remarked, making everyone laugh equally as hard as he leaned against you, holding your other niece, Brianna as he ruffled your hair. âIâm so happy for you, Cubby. Natalie says she wishes she could be here, but with the baby, she couldnât make it out.âÂ
âIâd ask if she was mad, but considering you got these two little monsters and yourself out of her hair, Iâm guessing sheâs kind of relieved. Tell her weâre excited to meet baby Lucas at Christmas. Thank you, Charlie.âÂ
Now that you had finally said hello to everyone, you turned back around to look at Javi, the look on his face only slightly smug as he winked at you, shaking your head back at him in disbelief. âYou are absolutely insane, you know that?â You tried to laugh through your tears, caging your chest against Javiâs as you hugged him, wondering how in the world you had ended up so goddamn lucky. âThank you, Javi. This is- I canât- I donât even know what to say. I love you so much.â Javi reached down, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face as he cupped his hand around your jaw, smiling out at your family before back down at you.Â
âI told you, Osita. You deserve everything. Iâm glad I get to spend forever trying to give it to you. I love you too.â He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, quickly interrupted by the sounds of Oliviaâs disgust at the two of you.Â
âEw, thatâs really gross. Auntie Bear, do you have to kiss him now because youâre getting married? Maybe just do that when Iâm not here.â She grimaced, covering her eyes and sticking out her tongue. Your family burst out in laughter, only to be interrupted once again by your momâs excited screams.Â
âMARRIED! Honey, youâre getting MARRIED!âÂ
âJesus, Pam! Iâm right here! Youâre gonna blow out my fuckinâ ear drum!â Your dad winced, covering the sides of his head with his hands.Â
âYeah. Yeah, weâre getting married.â You replied to your mom, without breaking your stare up at Javi, your cheeks warm and full from the grins between them.Â
The rest of the night was spent full of joy and laughter as all of you gathered in the Peñaâs kitchen for Chuchoâs Thanksgiving feast, telling your family all about the surprises of your day, listening to them explain their antics of getting from Chicago to Laredo, how they had spent the day with Chucho at the ranch after helping set up for the proposal, and stories of Thanksgivings past, and the sweet memories of the family youâd wished could have been here to celebrate. The hours passed by like seconds as you ate more than your fair share of food, (excluding the pie you had made, considering Javi and your brothers practically inhaled it from the moment it was set out on the table), and laughing harder than ever as your family taught Javi and Chucho how to play âChaos Cutleryâ- your familyâs version of the game âSpoonsâ, which wasnât really that much different besides the element of danger involved with your competitive-ass siblings.
 You truly didnât think that your heart could get any fuller as you looked around to see all of the people you loved more than anyone in the world all gathered in once place, celebrating the happiest day you had ever had with the man you were going to get to call yours for the rest of your life. As the hours of the night grew later and later, you found yourself fighting off the sleep from your amazing, but exhausting day, not wanting the dream that had been today to come to an end. It wasnât until Javi noticed you softly snoring against his shoulder as you were sitting on the couch, realizing the only ones left awake were him and your brothers, deep in an argument about who would win in a fight between 100,000 chickens and 10 dinosaurs, that he realized that it was probably time to get you home.Â
âHermosa.â He whispered, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. âBaby, letâs get you home, okay?âÂ
âIâm awake. I donât want today to be done.â You grumbled, half-asleep, eyes still closed shut as you curled into Javiâs lap.Â
âOsita, itâs 1 in the morning, everyone else is asleep too. Your familyâs here all weekend, baby, I promise weâll get to spend lots of time with them, we gotta get you home before I fall asleep, too. Câmon.â He chuckled to himself, watching you scrunch your face, trying to wake yourself up as he helped to pull you off the couch. Javi tried his best to say goodbye to his dad to let him know you were leaving, even though he had already been sound asleep for the past hour in his chair with Olivia and Brianna on either side of him, the trio up well past their usual bedtime. Javi's heart fluttered at the sight, watching the fabric of your families lives intertwining to become one, fitting perfectly together. After you and your family said your half coherent goodbyes for the night, Javi helped hoist you up into the truck before the two of you headed back to the apartment.Â
Curling over the center console to rest your head against Javiâs shoulder, a sleepy smile spread across your face tangling your hand in his as he traced gentle circles with his thumb along your skin.Â
âJaviâŠâ You mumbled, your eyelids heavy with sleep as your blinks grew slower and slower.Â
âYeah, baby?âÂ
âThis was the best day I think Iâve ever had in my entire life. No, I know it was the best day Iâve ever had in my entire life. I canât believe you wanna marry me. And build me a house. And that you made sure my family was here to celebrate. I love you so much, Javi. Thank you for everything. Youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you.âÂ
âTodayâs the best day Iâve ever had too, Osita.â He grinned, pulling your intertwined hand with his up to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles. âI canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you too, Hermosa. I canât imagine it without you. Te amo con todo mi corazĂłn (I love you with all of my heart).â Javi let out a content sigh, pausing for a moment, waiting for response. It didnât take him long to realize that you were already back asleep, the sweet sounds of your snores against his sleeve making him laugh to himself. âDulces sueños, mi amor. Soy el hombre mĂĄs afortunado del mundo. (Sweet dreams, my love. I am the luckiest man in the whole world.)Â
As Javi spent the rest of the drive with you propped up against his arm, he couldnât help but smile at the beautiful gold band wrapped around your finger, resting in his lap.
Before you, Javier Peña didnât really have much to live for. He didnât think heâd deserved to. He was tired and broken, disappointed in the man that he had become. Now, you had become his everything. His light, his hope, the thing that made life worth living. You had taken his broken and battered pieces and put him back together. You had made him whole again. On a Wednesday in May, Javier Peña had fallen head over heels with you, the woman who would forever change his life for the better. And on Thursday in late November, the woman who had forever changed him, was now his forever, too.
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(something for partners in crime au where felix and turbo both go gamejumping)
once felix overheard a conversation ralph had with gene. ralph was (once again) trying to get positive attention from nicelanders and said that him breaking the building means nothing bc felix has a magic hammer and puts zero effort into the house, for him fixing it is super easy. and this thought stayed in his head. felix started thinking a lot about what he's doing in his life and that without his hammer he is a nobody. on his own he can't fix shit, and when he tried to build something it was worse than what ralph made in the movie for q*bert. it got to the point when felix went to tapper's and got drunk for the first time, and turbo had to get him out of this. turbo was genuinely worried for felix because they knew each other for several years at this point and never it was so bad. mostly it was turbo who had some bad times and felix was comforting him, but now they switched roles in this situation, and turbo tried his best to help. he reassured felix that he'll help him learn at least the basics of building stuff on their own without the hammer, and this was able to cheer felix up. they were taking bricks and other junk to try and make something new out of it - and some time after they actually were able to make some progress, and turbo decided to live in one of the houses (they were experimenting in turbotime most of the time) and while they were working on it, turbo was slowly helping felix accept the fact what his worth doesn't start or ends on having this hammer, and tho it definitely does its job it's not disregarding felix's personality or skills. like yeah, he's the greatest racer in the arcade, but he still continues training and working on his skills, and it's totally ok what felix needed time to get there as well
in the end it helped felix a lot, and after weeks and months of practice he was ready to try something new. building things on his own actually made felix realize that he loves working on design and styles. every building he was making was unique and special because he was putting his soul into it, and this creative process made felix feel something he only knew when he was with turbo. like he actually was alive and not just a piece of code made by someone. the things he was making were his, they were reflecting his personality, his feelings. and they were making him happy when he was ready to try and change niceland, it was the project he put the most of him into. with turbo's (unexpected) drawing skills they designed a completely new building, detailed and magnificent. felix was remaking the niceland for the whole night going beyond the limits of his coding, the hammer was used only to solidify the changes. the house turned out to be just what he wanted, and it was beautiful. for a brief moment even turbo was out of words, he couldn't turn away from the piece of art felix created. there was nothing like it in the arcade, and perhaps even in the whole world. for some unknown reason turbo felt inspired that day, doing his best to break his own limits on the track later that day. he wished he could just return to fix-it felix jr and see the happiness and pride flourish in his boyfriend's eyes. felix did deserve it like no one else
but when turbo came back this evening, niceland looked like it always did. a dull brick penthouse. he found felix at the dump, he looking at pieces of broken marble and colored stone with an empty face. "the game is programmed so that when the building is repaired, it returns to its original appearance. when the day just started, there were untouched bits, something what ralph didn't break. but in the end, everything was wrecked." felix hugged his knees and sobbed when turbo sat down next to him. "it all was for nothing. i can't exceed the code. no matter what i do, it will be destroyed! all i can is to fix this stupid house over and over and over again until they decide to unplug my game. we don't have any control over our lives. this is what's left for us." felix grabbed a piece of marble and threw it far into the pile of red bricks, his hands were shaking when turbo caught them in his. felix couldn't see the anger in his eyes growing. when turbo pulled felix closer, he glanced over the glass of the cabinet and looked at the arcade. "don't worry, love..." he gently stroked felix's hair, "i will figure it out. i promise." it was january of 1987
#some felix angst for you#80s boyfriends#hammertastic#partners in crime au#turbo#turbotastic#fix it felix jr#wreck it ralph#wir#q
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Can i know more about the mountain man Barnacles au
OR
Maybe,
About Calico and Peso's friendship
Please
Heck yeah! And thank u for the ask :))
Mountain Man Barnacles is brand new, so I haven't peiced together much, but this is what I do have:
Captain Kwazii was on a mission in the Alaskan wilderness when a snow storm hit. The rest of the Octonauts were able to get back to safety, but Kwazii heard an animal crying for help and went to find it. He was able to save the animal, but got lost on his way back, and the storm got worse. Along with this, Kwazii is just not very good in the cold (both canon and hc) and quickly began to freeze. He tried to keep warm as best he could, but it ultimately failed and he collapsed in the snow, and his scent attracted an actual bear, that tried to attack him. Cue Barnacles's dramatic entrance, and he tackles the bear and fights it off. Kwazii passes out before he can realize Barnacles wasn't just another animal trying to eat him.
A few hours later and Kwazii awakes, shocked he's not dead, and sees he is somewhere within a cave rapped in fur blankets with a fire nearby to warm him. It takes his body a moment to adjust, but when he finally hears the sound of rustling nearby, he realizes he's not alone in the cave. Quickly, he tries to reach for a weapon (cuz I hc he at least always has one form of protection at all times due to pirate-days ptsd in all my au's) but finds he has been stripped of all his items other than the clothes on his back.
When he hears the other... something again, he looks around and finds it hunched over something, and there's sounds of crunching and squelching. Kwazii is admittedly extremely terrified, but his body is still too weak to allow him to run away. When the creature finally realizes he's awake, it turns around, and (gasp!) it's a person. Kwazii is now much more confused than scared, and that's when Barnacles finally talks. He's very quiet and says only a few words at a time (which Kwazii decifers is due to Barnacles's many years alone, and he's almost forgotten how to talk to other people - as I hc animals talk in a different language that only shifters can naturally understand.)
Ultimately, Kwazii realizes it was Barnacles that saved him (and wasn't going to eat him) and over the next few days of Kwazii's recovery, they become friends and Kwazii learns more about Barnacles. By the time he's reunited with the other Octonauts about a week later, Kwazii wants to keep Barnacles around, and offers he take on the role of his Lieutenant since he's been wanting one for some time now. Barnacles is hesitant, having spent so many years alone he barely knows how to interact with other people, but since the Octonauts had plans to stay in the area for the next month or so, they let him think it over.
Eventually, he agrees, and he joins the Octonauts..... and that's all I've got! Sorry it was so long, I was just super happy to write all this down and let my backstory juices flow đ
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As for Calico Jack and Peso,
It ultimately boils down to Peso is nice to him and understands when to stop asking about his past (as I hc Peso is a good therapist, although not officially, he just happens to be that friend)
CJ has many scars and wounds, both mentally and physically, and Peso, as a doctor, understands that more often than not, people don't want to share exactly how they got this scratch or that bruise. CJ appreciates it, and they can occasionally joke about it together <3
That's all, and if you'd like, stay tuned, bc I will DEFINITELY make more M.M.Barnacles drawings and writing-dumps
#octonauts#asks#asks response#octonauts barnacles#captain barnacles#octonauts peso#peso#octonauts calico jack#calico jack
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Can I have a sketch with Manorian where Manon is pregnant and Dorian is taking care of her??đ I love these vanilla
Hiii anonđ
By sketch, I sincerely hope you mean drabble, bc I absolutely cannot drawđ«Ł I can write tho, so I hope you enjoy this teensy tinsy snippet since Iâm currently on vacation in Copenhagen without my laptopđ (yes iâm just typing on my phone so pls forgive all errors lmao)
Hi this is me again two days later, at home with my laptop:) As usual what started out as a drabble turned into a whole-ass fic, but I hope you still enjoy it:):) Also I've never been pregnant (and thank god for that) so I take no responsibility for any inaccuracies....
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Manorian one shot, canonverse, 1,5k words
Manon slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the morning sun shining through the curtains. She wasnât sure what had woken her up this time, but the sunlight meant sheâd gotten a few hours of sleep, at least.
With a sigh, she tried to get comfortable, even if that was impossible these days. Next to her, a still-asleep Dorian shifted, throwing an arm over her middle and snuggling close.Â
He mumbled something Manon couldnât make sense of, but she just shoved at him, hissing «Donât touch me.»
«I just wanna cuddle,» he murmured, his lips caressing her neck in a way that usually would have had Manon wanting and ready.
Instead, she let out a huff, and gave a weak attempt at swatting him away once more, when he didn't move. Manon was usually strong enough to just push him away from her, but right now she couldn't find the energy to bother.
«Just cuddling is what got us in this situation in the first place.» Manon looked at her round belly as she spoke, the thing so big she resembled a beached whale. She couldnât fathom how she still had a month and a half left to get even bigger.
Safe to say, Manon wasnât particularly enjoying pregnancy. In fact, she hated it, and couldnât wait for it to be over so she could have their witchling and her body back.Â
She was nothing like the insufferable ladies at court, though, who only spoke in hushed voices about avoiding strechmarks and staying tight down thereso that Dorian would still desire her.
Yes, she missed sleeping comfortably and moving freely, but in the end, the only thing that mattered was that their witchling was born alive and healthy.Â
And her current state did nothing to quell Dorianâs desire, it seemed, given by the stiff cock pressing against her thigh at the moment.
Thatâs his problem to deal with, Manon thought grumpily as she once more pushed his shoulder.
There had been a few months in the middle of her pregnancy, after sheâd stopped puking all day and night but before the constant fatigue and body aches, where sheâd been insatiable, jumping Dorian at any opportunity, but sex these days required too much moving on her part, so their couplings were few and far between.
«Dorian, move. Iâm too warm and clammy for cuddling.» It sounded more like a whine than sheâd like, but whining seemed to be her default mode for communicating lately.
Manon also really had to pee, but she always really had to pee, so the heat was the most unbearable at the moment.
They had arrived in Rifthold three days ago for the Kingâs upcoming birthday celebration, but given that Dorian had been born in the middle of summer, it had been three days of bright sun, no wind and a much too high temperature.
Already, Manon longed to return to the Witch Kingdom. Yes, it may be summer there as well, but itâs location on the western coast of Erilea meant a constant, cooling wind blowing in from the vast ocean. She would give anything right now to feel that wind on her face.
The plan had been to stay for two weeks to attend the royal birthday celebration, and then return to the Witch Kingdom together, where they would remain until well after their witchling was born, but Manonâs hips and pelvis had been aching for days now, the pain only increasing, and she wasnât sure she could make the trip back to the Wastes if it got much worse. The mere possibility filled her with anxiety.Â
They had discussed this long ago, how important it was to Manon that their child was born in the Witch Kingdom. Both because she wanted the comfort of being surrounded by her own, but also because while the curse had been lifted, witches were still wary of giving birth on the previously barren land, fearing it would lead to a stillborn witchling, so if their heir was born on foreign soil, it would send the wrong kind of message.
Manon couldnât lie still for a moment longer, so she gave the still-sleeping king one final shove, glad that he actually moved this time, then rolled out of bed and waddled her way to the bathing chamber, as sheâd done so many times earlier that night.
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After what seemed like an eternity, Manon returned to their bedchamber to find Dorian awake and out of bed, pulling on a shirt. It annoyed her to no end that he could look so good after just waking up.
How miserable she felt must have been written on her face, because the king gave her a look filled with sympathy. «How was your night?»
Stopping in the middle of the room, Manon sighed «Terrible.» The day had barely begun, but she could already feel tears trying to escape. That was another thing she hated with being pregnant. There were so many emotions. All. The. Time. In one moment, she could storm out of a room in anger simply because Dorianâs presence annoyed her so much, but then in the next she could come back crying, needing to be in his arms, sobbing that «she was sorry for being so mean».
It truly marveled her, how sheâd gotten to this point. Standing in the bedchamber she shared with the King of Adarlan, her husband, whom she had married not for alliance or plotting, but love, wearing a loose linen dress, the only item of clothing comfortable enough and big enough to fit her enormous belly because she was so very pregnant, and trying not to burst into tears in front of said husband, which was no worry, really, since she did it all the time now, but she still tried to keep some of her dignity.
Sensing that she neared another breakdown, Dorian came over to her, standing behind her. Manon leaned against him, her back to his front, and his hands immediately went to her belly, caressing it. «How can I make it better?»
Manon didnât answer him, only closed her eyes, savoring the comfort of his arms. How clingy sheâd gotten had been one of the first signs of her pregnancy, as it was common for witches, along with the nausea.
Then Dorian did something incredible. He placed his hands underneath her belly and lifted it, taking almost all the weight off of her hips and pelvis.
Feeling her whole body straighten, Manon let out a moan, her head falling backwards to rest against Dorianâs shoulder.
When in addition, an ice-kissed wind summoned by the kingâs raw magic caressed her face, the relief was so great Manon did start to cry.
«Whatâs the matter, witchling?» Dorian asked as silent tears trickled down her cheeks.Â
She merely leaned into him further.
Manon had spent 117 years of her immortal life locking every emotion, every fear, deep within herself, never showing any weakness or vulnerability, so getting to a point where she could be real and raw with Dorian had been hard, and she still struggled with communicating her needs at times.
Dorian pressed a light kiss to her jaw. «Talk to me, love.»
«I want to go home.» The words came out as a whisper, but Dorian heard them. He hummed, a phantom hand brushing her hair out of her face. The pure love in those simple gestures urged her to go on.
«I canât take the heat here. Iâm always uncomfortable now, but the heat makes it unbearable! It feels like Iâm suffocating. And what if I canât make it back to the Wastes in two weeks? What if Iâll have to give birth here?»
«Then weâll go back now,» Dorian said, his calm voice grounding her, if only a little. «I need a few hours to arrange things, but if you need to go back, weâll go back.»
Even if it was exactly what she wanted, Manon shook her head, feeling selfish for making him drop everything just for her. He was a king, after all, and while they had spent as much time together as possible throughout her pregnancy, he still had responsibilities here.
«We canât just go back. You need to stay here for your birthday celebration, and I donât want to go back alone.» She let out a sob at the thought. Witches going into labour early wasnât uncommon, and the thought of giving birth to their witchling without Dorian there scared her more than anything.
«Fuck that. The people care more about the celebration in itself than what theyâre celebrating.»
Manon was about to protest, but Dorian stopped her.
«Whatâs most important to me, is you, Manon, and our witchling,» a phantom hand stroked her belly at that, «and if traveling back to the Wastes is whatâs best for you right now, thatâs what weâll do.»
Placing her hands over Dorianâs, Manon nodded once, feeling a little less scared, a little more ready for what was to come. «Thatâs what weâll do.»
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As soon as I finished my ask I saw you went to the hospital, Idk what happened but sincerely hope you're doing better now
I am!! Honestly if anyone wants to know it was honestly a really weird out of pocket thing. I'm a disabled person, who suffers from scoliosis and arthiritis and other physical defencicies because genetics and idk, I'm just the unlucky one of my family (immune disorders and bone issues also run in my family).
I already had a struggle at the beginning of August where my muscles became extremely inflammed for no apparent reason (at the time my doctor hypothosized it was perhaps the beginning of an immune disorder forming as a reaction to me getting sick the week prior to it) and it rendered me more or less paralyzed. My limbs were weak, my legs were weak, my entire back was too weak to support my body. I couldn't walk, I could barely stand, and I could not get up if I sat down. I couldn't even open a ziplock back because my hamstrings were just Not responding (I could not bend my arms and grip things). But after 2 days of rest it slowly loosened up and I was like okay. weird. scary. lets hope this doesn't happen again? (also it made me take a week off work and I was paid in pennies for that, so financially it was even a worse issue LOL).
but a month later (2 weeks ago from now), it happened AGAIN. My original choice of action was like ok. I guess Ill try sleeping this off again too. But i ended up falling really hard on my side the next day getting up so I couldn't do anything; even crawling was extremely painful. Called my dad, whos like in his 60s and im over 200 pounds so he couldn't lift me and it ended with me calling the paramedics and getting lifted to the hospital and I was wheelchair bound as they took my vitals and it turns out I was lethally low on potassium which meant my body was paralyzed and if I tried sleeping it off I would have passed away in my sleep bc my heart would have slowed down until it stopped!!! so... a good thing I ended up falling? Otherwise I would have died later that night.
They kept me overnight on ivs to get my potassium back up to par and it hasnt really dipped since then. The weird thing is it was spontaneous; nothing in my diet and in my habits besides like...mental stress (work cut the budget so I literally havent had a shift in a month since today and have been living off my life savings and friends' donations to help me stay afloat w rent.,..its Bad. Ive been trying to get disability stuff filled but they make it REALLY TOUGH even when you are disabled like I am) but that isn't even enough of a factor for such a lethal drop. They said it appeared to be a slow gradual drop in potassium too instead of like a quick sudden one, which was why I was slowly going paralyzed over the course of a few days rather than just it happening suddenly (and if it dropped suddenly I'd have had a heart attack and died, so). Went to my PCP, he has no idea. Got so much blood drawn these past few weeks I now have a permanent needle and discoloration scar from where the IV drip was, lol, and I JUST scheduled with a kidney doctor since potassium is processed through kidneys, so...maybe Ill get an answer. Desperately searching google and the only real thing that comes up is this very rare like 1% disease that just is your body slowly begins to struggle processing potassium on its own and usually medications fix that... but idk how I'd even have that since nothing like that runs in my family.
Needless to say it was very weird, very frightening, and most of all financially FRUSTRATING. My insurance covered everything bc im extremely broke, but not working at all for like a month straight on top of it has absolutely devastated me and sapped out all my creativity</3 THAT SAID! I am trying to stir myself to draw again!!!!! I have ideas!!!!! i wanna DRAW! WRITE! Its just a matter of..getting myself to do it. And also there's a league of legends event so Ive been grinding out the battlepass since Ive been on standby for work shifts for a fucking month, lol.
also as for the cat!! Kitty i kept for 2 weeks and my sister and her husband took the kitty from me saturday because theyre gonna try adopting her! and if it doesnt work out theyre gonna help find a suitable home for her. She was very cute and I fed her everyday played with her gave her baths and slept with her and she definitely helped me feel a bit more Normal during such an abnormal time in my life. Here's a pic I took of her while she was hanging out w me!
she had very big sad eyes and a very squeaky meow
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Go easy on me, I am not the best writer in the world. Sorry for the short chapter, but I didn't really know what to add next. I'll try to make chapters longer, but it'll take time bc I'm already a bit stuck on what to add next so bare with me.
Also, not the best at titling the things I write so it'll only be labeled by the chapters. Enjoy this terrible writing lol.
Rafayel had been a well known artist in Linkon City for a few years now. Spending days, weeks even, in his studio. Working on his personal paintings or artwork people had requested. He denies payment and wasn't bothered when one of his pieces is seen in small shops selling for way-too-low of prices.
One of his well known friends had even pointed out his paintings in the pawn shops, but he only shrugged it off and continued walking in his desired direction.
When he wasn't home, he'd be found at the beach; relaxing in the sand and admiring the beautiful sea he was way to familiar with. He missed it; where he lived before too many years ago.
On a Tuesday afternoon, he was requested to visit the hospital. Why? He didn't know. He didn't have any reason to go.
Upon arriving at Akso Hospital, he was greeted by the nurse who had contacted him. She pulled her mask down and under her chin before greeting him with a friendly smile.
"Thanks so much for coming, Rafayel." She was the kindest nurse Rafayel has met, the other nurses were always fed up with his dramatic emergency visits; twisting his ankle after tripping on one of his paintbrushes. But the nurse who stood before him just found him silly and didn't mind his childish behaviors.
"Right this way, sir." She turned and lead him deeper into the hospital. Rafayel glanced around as he followed her. When they stopped, she gestured towards the plain, white wall between two stairways.
He could already guess what she was going to ask. Looking back to her, she nervously asked, "patients, parents, and kids spend lots of time here at the hospital. We would like something...unique, colorful to entertain them; lift their spirits."
"Could you fill this entire wall with you're amazing artwork for the patients and staff here?"
Rafayel walked closer to the wall and gently ran his fingertips along the white paint, looking up to see just how high the painting will be. This would be a big project that could take months to finish, ideas were already forming in his head the longer he looked at the large space.
He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, "yeah I'll do it." The nurse clapped gently, "thank you so much, we all appreciate it!"
When the nurse walked away, he took a moment to collect his thoughts and plan what he would be painting. It had been quite some time since Rafayel found himself doing a big project such as this one. The last time he indulged himself in a large painting was nearly 3 years ago; for one of his old friends he had known back in high school. He was still new in creating art back then so it took him a few months to perfect it to his satisfaction. Despite his worries, his friend loved the end result regardless.
Here he was, hundreds of commissions later, sold to various people or displayed in art museums. He made a quick trip home to grab the things he needed to brainstorm. Usually, he would've stayed home and returned once he had an entire design sketched out, but he felt being at Akso Hospital and seeing the area the painting will be, he'd gain more ideas and the vision would be easier to see.
He got settled against the wall and placed everything around him, he was in his own little world once he zoned out and focused on his profession. He bothered no one and no one bothered him.
Before Rafayel knew it, hours had passed and despite his exhausted body and constant yawning, he was still focused on his drawings. He flipped through the multiple pages of ideas as he colored in what he had drawn quickly.
"He's still here?" A mans voice was muffled in Rafayels' ears, dead focused on his art.
"He's a very determined artist, I'm sure he can stay just a tad bit longer." A females voice followed.
"Well, it's getting late. If he's here too long, it won't be good for his health. You deal with it." The clacking of the mans shoes and shuffle of his pants rubbing together as he walked passed Rafayel was all the artist saw in the corner of his eye.
He glanced up and saw the back of the mans head as he walked into an operating room.
"Mr. Rafayel?" The same nurse from earlier grabbed his attention. "It's been a long day, and I'm sure you're tired. Get home and rest well, alright?"
At her words, Rafayel couldn't suppress the loud yawn that escaped his mouth. "You're right, I'm exhausted." He stood up and stretched him arms.
"Have a good night." He grabbed his things and made his way out, looking up at the darkened sky. Shit, was I really here that long?
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btw heres the truth of the EV-0 incident (i reserve the right to change any of it.) under the cut bc spoilers for the final 2 cases so... if u wanna hold out hope that this au will ever become somrthing complete-ish u can stay unspoiled i guess
Seven years ago, Grian Xelqua was the district's chief prosecutor. He came into the position with big dreams, but was broken down by the harsh realities he saw. He saw defendants escape justice one too many times, and started to lose faith in the prosecutor's office. Finally, his will broke when the police arrested crime bosses Muka Minnkowski and System Zee. The two were charged, but Grian knew that the charges would never stick as there was no evidence on them directly. Finally, the day before their trial, Grian snapped and killed the two. Thus began the string of murders known as the EV-0 Incident.
At the scene of the crime, Grian left behind a symbol of an eye drawn on the wall in the pair's blood. He intended this symbol to represent that the killer was watching criminals, in an attempt to dissuade further crime. Because of this symbol, the police and the media began referring to the potential killer in this incident as The Watcher. Detectives Scott Major and Martyn Littlewood, who were partners at the time, teamed up with prosecutors Cleopatra de Mortis and Pearlescent Moon, and began chasing the killer as a group. During the months they were investigating, Grian killed four more people - Taurtis Schell, Salem Lay Dee, Tom O'Hawk, and Netty Littlewood. All four were people who had been charged with crimes that would have awarded them the death penalty had they been proven guilty, and that Grian killed before their cases could go to trial. At each of the crime scenes, Grian left the symbol of the eye in the blood of the victim.
However, the final victim, Netty Littlewood, proved to be Grian's undoing. Netty was Martyn's wife, and because of that, Grian knew her personally. This rattled him enough that he slipped up and left evidence behind at the crime scene - not much, but enough for Pearl to piece together that Grian was the killer. She confronts him in his office, and the confrontation escalates to an argument. Pearl begins to fear for her life during the argument due to Grian's agitation and unhinged mental state, and she shoots and kills him.
Pearl then calls Scott, the detective she worked the majority of her cases with and the person she trusts most in the world. He comes to the crime scene and she explains the entire situation to her. Scott convinces Pearl that - with the killer now stopped - revealing the truth of the Watcher's identity and what happened that day would only cause undue pain. Scott arranges the scene, removing evidence that implicates Pearl in Grian's death, and then completes it by drawing an eye on the wall in Grian's blood to make it look like he was another victim of the Watcher.
But he doesn't clean up the scene well enough. Martyn, investigating it the next day alongside Scott, notices that some parts of the evidence have been forged. Scott confesses his and Pearl's role in the incident to Martyn, and Martyn agrees to keep it quiet due to his own hatred of Grian for having killed Netty. Scott and Pearl quit their prior jobs and become defense attorneys, having now lost faith in the Prosecutor's Office, while Martyn grows distant from everyone around her. Cleo is left as the only one of the four who doesn't know the truth, but she can tell the other three are hiding something from her. They grow to despise Scott and Pearl for abandoning them, and Martyn for hiding the truth. The EV-0 case goes cold, but Cleo - convinced that the others know the truth - becomes obsessed with finding it.
Seven years later, at the time the game begins, an opportunity presents itself in the form of Martyn's new partner - freshly-minted Detective Jimmy Solidarity. Cleo has tried to get the truth from Martyn on her own, but he unequivocally shuts her out - so instead, she gets Jimmy to do it on her behalf. He becomes close friends with Martyn, and eventually, when they trust each other, he finally begins to ask about the EV-0 incident on the anniversary of Martyn and Netty's wedding. Martyn reveals the whole truth to Jimmy, but Scott learns of Martyn's confession. Desperate to protect Pearl from being charged for Grian's murder, Scott kills Martyn and frames Jimmy for the murder.
Cleo takes on the prosecution for this case, and though Scott advises against it, the two junior attorneys at his and Pearl's law office - Impulse Siev and Gemini Tay - take on Jimmy's defense. During the trial, Impulse and Gem eventually end up questioning Jimmy himself. He reveals that he was talking with Martyn just before the murder, and that they were talking about the EV-0 incident. Cleo interrupts the cross-examination and calls an immediate recess to question the defendant, which the judge grants. However, during the recess, Jimmy is killed, and Cleo is arrested for his murder. At Scott's suggestion, Pearl returns to the Prosecutor's office to take on the prosecution for Cleo's trial. However, Pearl also goes to Gem and Impulse and requests that they defend Cleo, which they agree to.
At Cleo's trial, it eventually comes out that the motive for Jimmy's murder is tied to the EV-0 incident, and Gem and Impulse make the connection to Scott. They call Scott to the stand and, after cross-examining him, begin to reveal the possibility that he murdered Martyn and Jimmy. Eventually, after they prove his role in this murder, Scott breaks down and confesses to all of it - including Grian's murder by his own hand. However, Gem spots an inconsistency in Scott's description of Grian's murder, and after pointing out this contradiction - as Scott begs her to stop pressing the issue - Pearl quiets him and confesses to her role in the crime.
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CW: unreality,
I've been relying on them for too long.
I started having imaginary friends pretty late.
I didn't really have a need for them before 6th grade.
So, in that aspect. I was lucky
I first drew Kumo in class and then pretend she was right next to me.
Then I drew her as my best friend on my personal drawings. And sometimes to my irl friends.
I drew Kumo in drawings with my OC and my fursona. So I think I had been blurring the lines too much.
Eventually I started to draw her in my vent drawings. She would try and cheer me up.
She was also an angel.
By the end of 6th grade I had found out I was bisexual. I was hard on myself about it. But despite that i made her my girlfriend.
That is kinda embarrassing for me to say. But I probably should say it. I don't like dancing around it. And the only reason I do, is because its embarrassing.
Either way. I think I used it as a way to make myself feel better in general.
Then one day she dissapeared. It really scared me and made me sad. I tried to make her come back. But it didn't work on my own accord. So this is the kind of thing that confuses me.
Still do this day, I cannot control this kind of thing. Which is the only reason why I question it just being my imagination.
She did come back for a bit. But she then dissapeared again and didn't come back for months.
Inbetween that time I came up with Alama. She would be Cookie's companion. And sometimes I would be Cookie. This was so I could also be around her. I wanted to live his life.
Later on I made Jack-al and Janiah.
All the people that I daydreamed about were based on other people.
Including Alama and Kumo.
Because they met Cookie first, I don't think they really like me as much.
Janiah met Cookie before both Alama and Jack-al did. Despite me making Alama first.
So the day I swore off C12 daydreaming, she already knew it was me.
I was never Cookie then.
BC later on also, left me.
I had been getting closer to her last school year. Which wasn't really a good thing. But it was what happened.
During Christmas break I had my hair in an afro like hers. We spent 2 days together consecutively. And then she left me.
So I didn't have anyone.
It really scares me when I'm left without an imaginary person.
And right now. I'm not especially close to any of them. Things have gotten better between us though. And maybe that's why.
They don't want me. I tend to want them much more.
BC did enjoy terrorizing me and making me feel bad. But it didn't last. I became boring to her.
After shes changed. Only I alone would be one one doing that stuff to myself now.
I never imagined this as my future.
I assumed I'd live my life only with them. But that's not how things are going to be.
I'm connected to Cookie, but I'll never be as close to him as I wanted to be.
I don't really know what this means. For the future or anything like that. I just know I've been too attached. And it's all unrequited (mostly)
From what I do know currently. Alama doesn't see me all that highly. And Janiah doesn't either. I don't think Jack-al thinks of me. I'm not really important to him. I spent time with Jack-al the least. So I really don't know for sure. But. I assume Cookie knows more.
Kumo is not a common occurence for me. So I'm not sure.
Shes the only one that. I, I guess see.
That's what I first did when speaking to her back then.
And then sometimes I may see her in the corner of my eye. But that was also in the past. More of a purple blue indigo light. But I would avoid it by that point. (8th-9th grade)
It's really mostly daydreaming now.
I mostly interpret it all by drawing. Since that's how this all started anyway I've just noticed.
Like when a bird was pulling on my eye. It was Alama.
Stuff like that. Or just litterally drawing them.
I don't have any clear or significant hopes for us like i used to.
I think. I just hope. Things are fine.
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Well, in the end, late again. But like it's less than three hours lol (at least in my time-zone).
This is Day 15-Mortality (or could be Day 24-Death too I guess)
Yeah, so final post for now I guess. I was going for illustrated children's book vibes here. I didn't get to draw as much as I wanted but hey, that's life I guess.
I think I'm gonna write like a short novel here lol
but first bg bc I finally had time and I had so much fun~
Looks a lot more cheerful here and not as gloomy(angsty), right?
So a bit about the illustration. I don't remember the title, but I read a fic where Bard was refered to as a mayfly (I guess it could appear in muliple fics but I distinctly remeber one).
First I didn't know what that was exactly, but after a quick google search I realised that my country is kinda famous for having them (I just didn't know the english name). It's TiszavirĂĄg in my language. So that is where I got the idea for this. But like I combined the mayfly with the firefly mainly bc I like using the glow effect.
I think I loved that fic but was very sleep deprived at the time of reading so I probably should re-read it to do it justice.
Honestly like, I think I spendt as much time on this as the others combined. I like having bold outlines on my drawings so it's uncommon for me to do an illustrattion like this. During this month I used all three of my go-to styles.
I am so glad I took part in this, it really helped me to relax and just get my mind of my exams (on a side note, I didn't want to belive it, but one of my exams had a correction error in it, and I was notified almost a week later. This is huge for me bc the extra points are a big advantage with the finals).
Anyway, I look forward to next year (is it too soon to say that?)~
and for one final time, thank you so much @bi-widower-dads
Also also, before I forget, if someone is intrested, this was my mock-up:
#barduil fanart#bard the bowman#barduilmonth2023#bard x thranduil#barduil#thranduil#thranduil/bard#the elvenking#lotr#lotr elves#lotr fanart#the hobbit fanart#the hobbit#mirkwood#it was a super fun ride
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So Iâve been trying to do this darkrasp kid for ages, but I swear, I just cannot draw them
And itâs not so much from lack of ideas (I mean, I donât have many ideas for them but I do have a few, though mostly for design), itâs just that I cannot will myself to. I think itâs because Iâve tried and failed to draw them twice already. Itâs like when youâre trying to draw something, and it just doesnât look right, so you erase and redraw the same thing over and over again, and by the end the paperâs gotten ruined from the constant erasing and drawing
I first tried to draw them way back in I believe March (which wasâŠChrist like 4 months ago now), around when I drew Raspberry Cheesecake, as I was doing them both at the time. Hell I even mentioned the darkrasp kid in that post, and that they both existed in the same universe as second cousins, since I imagined that they would be finished next. And at that time I think I was doing well, I had an idea of where I was going
But the problem came in the form of their sword. See, Raspberry has a fencing sword (I believe a rapier), and Dark Choco has what I believe to be a greatsword. So I wanted to try and come up with something in the middle for this kid, something that still looked like a blade like Dark Chocoâs, but not nearly as wide. Then I discovered basket hilt swords and decided that was the perfect solution
I was able to come up with the blade just fine, but then the problem came in the form of the hilt, because I just could not make a hilt that looked right for the blade. It looked like I stuck two completely different swords together, and the hilt always looked too small for the blade
I donât have any pictures of the hilt, but I can show you the blade and how far I got in the original drawing
I really liked the blade and how it looks, but I could not get the hilt to look right, so eventually I just gave up and decided that Iâd simply come back to them another day. However unfortunately, I didnât, probably because I knew I still had no solution for the sword, and so they remained, currently being one of the two oldest requests I have, right next to velvetgatto (which I also mean literally, as the canvases are right next to each other)
(Also I should mention, the blade would have gone under the arms. Which now that Iâm thinking about it, may have just covered up the hilt entirely, but also for the type of hilt I was going for, it probably would have still shown)
Anyways, so then, when we were flying over to England, I decided Iâd take another stab at it, seeing as how Iâd drawn Ficelle and heâd ended up pretty good, so I was on a roll it seemed
I was trying to just draw the character, and I got farther than last time, but on the plane ride, I couldnât really focus and get much done, possibly because the plane was shaking a bit as we lifted off, and I canât really focus on drawing in a moving vehicle. I also believed perhaps I was a little burnt out, like how I felt when I talked about Vanilly some time ago, so I thought I should just leave it for now and resume again later
But then, I never did, partially because I just couldnât figure out where to go next, and this was all I had
I tried again earlier today, but I end up just staring at the screen. So then I thought âmaybe I should just start over once more, start again with a clean slateâ. But then Iâm looking at the empty canvas, and I have no clue what to do
I think at this point the canvas might just be so tainted with the past failings that I canât bring myself to think of anything. Like Iâve created this stigma against them, and now this one has been in a deficit and just mindset of âIâll work on it laterâ that I just canât think of anything
And itâs not so much a Zuccotto situation where I donât do anything because I have no clue what to do for the character. I have some ideas, like theyâre a swordsman and wear white (bc both Dark Choco and Raspberry have Costumes where they wear white), and that their hair has black and pink, with both streaks and a gradient that goes into the same pink (though Iâm also considering the idea of changing the black to a very dark pink, in part because of a new name for them), but I just canât draw them
I feel like I need to just start from the ground up; like I donât have many ideas about their actual character, other than theyâre a swordsman, and they seem to be a more nervous and/or cautious individual, possibly due to the legacies of both their lineages, but thatâs not much to work with. Plus Iâm realizing that sounds a bit too much like Choco Madeleine. But then what should I do?
Oh also, something I was gonna mention but didnât know where, Iâm also thinking of changing their name. Originally it was Black Forest Cookie, since I couldnât find any big thing with dark chocolate and raspberries, so just change raspberries with cherries, but now Iâve got two new ideas in the form of Black/Dark Raspberry Cookie (bc black raspberries), or Raspberry Jam Cookie (bc of my recent headcanon that Dark Choco and his dad have some jam in their dough flavor, and here it would end up being raspberry jam)
Honestly, at this point maybe I should just delete the original canvas and just make a new one, because the original has just been tainted at this point
#sorry I donât know if there was much point to this I just wanted to complain#also donât know I give them sad eyes#in the second I was just emulating the original#but yeah might as well take some suggestions if you want to give some#I just want to finish them#cookie run#cookie run oc#fankid#fanchild#darkrasp#dark choco cookie#raspberry cookie#random stuff#wip
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loooove december break!! i genuinely thought this was one of the most mentally exhausting semesters of my life. it felt like it was never ending yet at the same time like i had 100000 things to do and send it over to the professors like yesterday. and i have never been so bad at communication as i was the past 6 months. i'd forget to say things and when i could say them i chose not to. literally snowballed itself into horrible hurried projects. it all started so chill i literally didn't worry that 1) laptop wasnt working 2) only signed in for two classes 3) i needed to change my table and chair because my back is RUINED. of course that all got solved along the way but it'd be easier if i had fixed those three things back in july break, i think i'm a masochist when it comes to things like this, i see the whip coming and i just stand there motionless. like as soon as it was 12:01 02/12/2023 i felt like i needed to scream freedom lol
then these days honestly i didn't even feel anything at all (other than that temporary extreme relief that it was over). because it just all feels so pointless. i will go thru all of this again next semester because i'm already fucking up now (signed for classes i know i can't handle because everyone tells me "i need to challenge myself if i want to get better", signed for mandatory unpaid internship as if the PAID one i did last year didn't absolutely kill me). part of me just wants to finish this stupid fucking shit by next year (impossible bc i still have like 20 classes left to do). i love architecture but university really sucks your soul out. they (society and the job market) kill your inspiration then they kill your will to live. i look around this city and everything is so ugly and useless and not functional and it tries so hard to look clean and modern it ends up just being fake and empty. if i go into private stuff i'll get insane clients that'll want the ugliest dumbest shit ever built, if i go into the public one the government has no sense of self and just tries to copy whatever's trending on the southeast/south or usa/europe as if it would work or as if they had money. like jesus christ think locally. all these ugly glass boxy buildings are gonna be the end of us, these dumb empty parks are doing more harm than good, stop restoring historical buildings if you're just gonna abandon them again. if i see anything in a beige palette i go in a rabid rage like where is the life where's the originality? sure overly-regional things can be cringe and people in the north and especially in my city have a terminal case of vira-latice. ideally i'd have started uni in 2017 and finished it in 2021 and moved on to whatever the future may hold but im MENTALLY ILLLLLLLL!!!!!!!! did 2 semesters then took a gap year then came back to uni and i'm just as lost as i felt in 2017. I FEEL STUCK IN TIME!!!!!! sure if i had done it "normally" i wouldn't even be here because i would have For Real killed myself. to be quite honest i didn't even think i was gonna make it past 13 years old and here i am 10 years later pushing thru it and all i got from it is that i should've thrown myself out of the damn 15th floor of a building when i had the chance in 2013. like genuinely genuinely speaking whenever i look around whenever i go out society and the world just seems to get worse. i can still see beauty in some things but it feels like staring at a small flower in a world where everything is destroyed. i can distract myself as much as i want to but the sense of doom and the sense of me being a waste of a life NEVER goes away.
and on the topic of distractions i have been using my phone so much it's making my brain go insane so i'm trying to not use it as much (12h screentime.....) sadly i haven't been able to focus on drawing or reading or writing or doing anything that is "by me for me" because i cannot focus. i feel soulless yet so depressed. seeing dead bodies and people fighting and suffering so hard just to live daily definitely made it worse but i feel bad saying that because it's like 'oh no this horrible thing is happening and i can't do anything except watch' bc there's ppl Going thru that horrible thing. i will always have an undying respect for palestinians and i think in fact watching all this made me realise how resiliant and strong ppl can be. and also how evil some ppl can be, i have never seen someone as inhuman as z**nists like the more i learn the angrier i get. and this is silly but sites like twitter (for me at least) there were a endless stream of them. no matter how many i blocked there would always be more. here at tumblr i guess i curated my dash very well and i don't use the for you tab here so i don't see them at all (thank god). yet you'll always find out someome at staff is a z**nist or something like that (same happens in other sites) and it's wow no matter how good my dash/timeline is these are all still a morally failed site owned and/or run by losers and i wish i wasn't as chronically online so i'd delete every account on every website and never use the internet again.
the only thing that has made me sort of zone out and forget life is gaming. i've been playing stardew valley like my life depends on it and sadly i can't even put mods on switch so i'm genuinely #grinding. i'm on year two winter and i got so much stuff already (my first time playing had me on year four fall and i didn't have half of what i have now). also last month my mom bought ssd cards for our laptops and i was able to redownload genshin so i'm playing it a lot again. i really missed kazuha and xinyan i feel like i have a slight delusion thing where characters genuinely bring me joy. also i haven't played genshin in sooooo long my hands forgot how to use the keyboard (and i've been losing fine motor skills lately but i'll talk about that later) and i was so used to playing zelda that i mixed up some of the world dynamics. i'd be like where are the sky islands i need to look at the map from above, why can't i mark things far away with a camera so i can check later, how do i see hero's path i need to know if i've been here before, why is it so hard to aim, why can't i parry, why don't the enemies drop decent loot. and also i'd be annoyed by common genshin stuff like the endless amount of text and dialogue like my GOD let me skip. i don't care!!!! i stopped reading text after the raiden shogun quest now i just skip everything!!!! why are the cutscenes so boring!!!!! why is every archon quest the same!!!!! but i love open world games. i love long quests. i love exploring. i love puzzles. hate the gacha system though. i haven't played in over a year and i thought when i'd come back there'd be 27827383 notifications and primogems STACKED for me to use and yet i wasnt surprised when there wasn't anything bc mihoyo is the worst company on earth and capitalism is the end of us. kinda sad i missed the birthday event and lost a cute fontaine companion though. by the way the flying and diving system is so broken (to me at least) and it's sooooo uncomfortable. my fingers are on the WASD keys and the space key and the shift like jesus christ this sucks. i got too used to using the switch and having a controller and the gyroscope and the comfort of it all lol.
the fine motor skills worsening started this year i think. i can't pinpoint exactly why or when but i think it was a mix of a bunch of things. i've been sedentary my whole life so my bones and joints are all fucked. i've been sitting ans standing wrong my whole life and my bones/muscles just adapted to it so now when i try to fix it, it hurts like hell. i'm pretty sure one of my legs is way shorter than the other. back to my fingers, i noticed that i wasnt able to type on my phone as fast as i did in the past. couldn't move them that fast anymore. felt like there was some sort of lag or glitch on the brain-to-hand connection. didn't pay much attention to that cos who cares how fast i can type. then i wasnt able to type on a keyboard properly, then not able to hold things properly, and now my hands just feel sort of numb and/or slow compared to before. fine for me though, i feel like i need to slow down when i do projects or when i'm gaming. i always get too much into it (and often at the last minute) then my body pays the price. the last project this semester had me up for 2 days and on the verge of an psychotic episode for another 4.
oh and to top it all off my laptop hard drive decided to kill itself in the middle of the semester. it was showing signs of giving up waaaay before that and i didn't know any better and didn't look into it. i'm still very hurt over it. there were SO many photos and SO many videos and documents and audios and music. my lifetime was there. and now it's gone and i still can't believe it. so mamy personal moments and also a lot of work i made and collected just gone forever in the void that is technology. i will never be able to see the baby pictures of my dogs and i won't be able to see the videos i took when i traveled with my family and i won't be able to read things i wrote when i was 13 and i won't be able to see pictures of myself growing up over the years and i wont be able to see all the pictures i saved of my online friends and i wont be able to listen to all the music i downloaded or watch the movies i downloaded or read those pdfs and i won't be able to use the billion autocad blocks that took me years to organize and i won't be able to make a portfolio bc my work and the proof of its existence is not there and i wont be able to play the games i had in those specific save files...... its like it never existed. like i have never felt a loss like this in my entire life. literally my burning of alexandria lol they will always exist on my mind of course, but i must also be experiencing some sort of early on set dementia because i forget EVERYTHING unless it's in front of me. so there's also the loss of the loss because everything i had in that hard drive died and it will also die in my memories.
and my phone fell last month i think and now the camera app doesn't open and i havent been able to take pictures. it's funny cos after i had my iphone stolen in 2019 and had to buy the one i have now (cheap and low quality) i thought i stopped taking pictures of everything. but man these days made me realise i unconsciously photograph things. i try to open my camera almost by muscle memory then watch it close itself and glitch. now i've been trying to write things down or just memorize them, which has been hard bc of my hands and my bad brain. but it's fun. analog almost. i get to appreciate and look at things more carefully with my own two eyes now instead of "ill take a pic and look at it later". and man, is the sky beautiful!!! the leaves are beautiful, the sky is beautiful!!! even the ants on the ground are!!
and its kinda early, but i do feel my body age also. probs due to me being unhealthy and normally old = sick. my back hurts so bad for sitting and standing and existing and sitting on a bad chair on a bad table for years, im really glad for being able 2 go the doc and get physio therapy and my posture fixed. i want a tank to make me flat cartoon style, that'd fix my pain!!! my posture doc kinda is weirded out by me (im too hairy and too awkward) but the therapist doesnt care at all. theyve really be relieving my shoulder pain, i wonder if there's still a way to fix it... itd be genuinely life saving
#diary#<- new tag for when i want to go balls to the walls with oversharing#gonna be sad if tumblr deletes what i wrote there's like loooong paragraphs here that will be necessary for my internal growth in 5 months
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continuing to try to have a good day but feeling weirdly overwhelmed by what i need to do which also feels kind of weird and nebulous / insurmountable
also hal had a vet appointment & he got pretty freaked out. was given anti-anxiety meds but it was all steep & we have to go back again next week which means spending a lot more than if today had just gone well. like, i will probably be spending 300 if not over 400 which i didnât expect
work situation is stressing me out & i decided iâd go in tomorrow instead of today (woke up feeling weird but admittedly itâs avoidance bc of the way my wednesdays get structured) & now itâs hanging over me (& itâs frustrating! thereâs not really anything iâm specifically needed for this time of the week yet i have to Make Hours and it feels dreadful)
have plans later that i want to be excited for but iâm feeling weirdly mixed about. i wish i could plan things or initiate things but i donât feel like it gets hype in the ways i wish or, like, i get really worried about things shaking out weirdly & so now im just feeling stressed
doing a lot of printing for the end of the month (vending) but other than that i might not be able to keep stock due to time constraints for being able to do additional prints AND itâs just all taking up more space than i have to store things
also have a few commissions i need to work on. which is exciting, but other things have been more immediate and pressing. iâm trying to prioritize my own fun, too, and idk when iâm gonna have a minute to just sit down and draw
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the beginning of the final month of the year but today is an angelâs birthday so rĂ©ka @yooboobiesâ my sweet honey, the happiest of birthdays to u !! if u thought last yearâs letter was emotional, then this oneâs even more so đ
where to begin? over a year has passed since weâve, well iâve, had the pleasure of meeting u and being allowed into ur space đ and itâs something i cherish and hold v v dear to my heart bc coming into a fandom such as k-pop, i never expected to make close friends and then have friends of friends but u were one of the first and the fact weâre still here, months later, is magical âš we may have been introduced to each other in a different gc, fond memories there, and then u made ur own, the boongie base, and were kind enough to send me the invite đ„č to which now is a place iâm so grateful for and couldnât imagine my life without đ„č the amount of love thatâs spread, the silly shenanigans, the delulu convos, and the loveliest of souls, i do not think myself worthy of being a part of something so delightful but itâs all thanks to u so truly thank u for inviting me into this warm space of light and joy, it cheers up my dark days and makes the good ones even brighter đ
we may live thousands of miles apart but i can honestly say u are one of the most special people i have met, not just from being in a fandom but life in general đ«¶đ» i wish u could see urself how i see u, how so many people see u, a beautiful heartwarming darling who would give the shirt off her back if it would help someone else, ur that kind of selfless person and itâs so hard and rare to find, ur like a diamond in the ruff and deserved to be loved upon as such đ not to mention ur INSANE talent !! whether it be sketching or gifmaking, creating sims or teaching lil kids, u should give urself way more credit darling, oh how i would love to have a sliver of how talented u are, both envious and completely in awe of u ajksjksjds đ„° and another bonding factor: being cat moms and our fur babies looking like precious twins it melts my heart and simply hearing from u, seeing ur gorgeous cute sexy selfies, are blessing themselves and i consider myself v fortunate to be in ur company almost daily â€ïžâđ„
i wish i could do more than post just a silly lil letter, for itâs only a fraction of the love and adoration i have for u đ but until we meet (đ€đ»đ€đ»), itâll have to do tho be forewarned, an in-person celebration will be far more than simply words from me, as u deserve to be showered with gifts and endless amounts of love, so thatâll be crammed in more and more as the years and birthdays go by đ„ł to draw this to a close, i just want to say how thankful i am for being a part of ur life and u in mine, itâs crazy to think there was a time we didnât know each other but iâm so glad weâre in THIS time when we DO know each other and i count u as a wife, best friend and drinking buddy all in one đ„ never change, never stop being urself and thank u for bringing the boongie base wives together in the most wonderful polyamorous relationship ever đ„ș never stop loving yoongi, hoseok, sope, bts, for u have one of the biggest hearts iâve ever known, and please remember how cherished and treasured u are, by all of us đ€ also, have fun seeing louis next year !! ur going to have the most amazing time !! and of course, enjoy ur special day, itâs all about u my girl sweet loml, stay safe and celebrate this beautiful time đ«°đ» I LOVE U SO MUCH ENDLESSLY AND ALWAYS đđđ©ââ€ïžâđâđ©đđÂ
#hi hi i cried while writing this but u already know i'm an emotional wreck all the time so-#happy birthday beautiful baby i adore u always and i hope u like this letter as much as last year's i lob u xxx#rĂ©ka đ#moots đ
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hello! i've been reading genesis for...oh god, since 2017-2018, i think. and it's been a blast, i love the series a lot! it's a really unique storyline with one of my favorite characters (mewtwo, beloved) and your art is fantastic! i was wondering how much of the storyline you have planned out/had planned out, and how much of it has changed over time? and how far along we are in the storyline/how much is left before the end. i hope you have a good day!
Oh wow, you've been around for a while lol Hi friend!
I'll be honest, Genesis had the most bare bones of starts. I created the characters for what I thought was going to be a one-off costume month long challenge, with some other old ocs to fill out the roster. I had zero plan to create a story with these new characters, since I was brand new to the idea of having a story based off of pokemon game play. I've always been a first and foremost Zelda fan and was actually slowly picking at my own Zelda story at the time but I couldn't quite get the story to go the way I wanted and I was determined to draw that comic first.
And then I drew this:
This is the first time I drew Prime, and a younger M2-K, I think. One of the very few things I drew before I launched into starting Genesis. Y'all might recognize this scene from the first few pages of chapter 2 lol. I was riding off of that high of finishing my first long-term project and now I had somewhere where I could start. So three months after that October challenge, I decided screw it, I'll just draw this pokemon comic as a practice, be done in like 2-3 years, then work on Zelda again. And then lol here we are almost 7 years later.
Read more bc it accidentally kinda got long :'D
A lot of my planning has gone like this; I draw a thing, and then work it into the story somewhere like threading pearls on a string, then I add more beads in between the pearls as I go.
So Genesis has points that I know I'm going to hit (the ending has probably the thoroughly written script of all of Genesis and I'm quite happy with it) but a lot of it is in a fuzzy grey area of I only kinda know what's going to happen next, I just need to write how to get there. It keeps me engaged with the story and the few drawings I have as story concepts are the juicy carrots I dangle in front of myself to keep the motivation going even if I'm going through an art rut or if work has been particularly draining.
As for things that have changed? Alcina didn't exist in the beginning. I sketched up a gardevoir gijinka in my sketchbook bc I needed K to talk to someone. And then she stuck around. Heph wasn't originally planned either, and he actually replaced this guy:
left to right: M2-K, Talil the heliolisk, and Jean-Luc (mega'd)
Talil was originally going to be the one to fix K's prosthetics, but that's all I really had him around for, and he eventually got scrapped. Which is a real shame, because heliolisk is one of my favorite Kalos mons. I did later use the concept of shorting out K's prosthetics when he fought a luxray in chapter 1.
I can't remember when V came into being, but I think it was sometime after Genesis had started, but well before she was introduced. She was originally supposed to be that one mewtwo from the Genesect movie (and that's where the V in M2-V originated from, M2-K was originally short for Mewtwo-Kalos. And then I made it worse by going alphabetically :) )
As for how much longer are we going to have? We've definitely passed the halfway point. But since I've had a revelation and added [REDACTED] in to the story, chapter 3 got longer unexpectedly and is gonna be split into a surprise fourth chapter. And then an epilogue, but //handwaves that's farther down the line.
#comic ask#anonymous#anon#Genesis art#i'll spoil y'all with 2 of like. 5 pieces of concept art Genesis ever got#no I don't recommend starting a comic with that little bit of work lol#i sometimes just have to follow the impulse or I won't Do the Thing
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