#but that broad nib looks so beautiful

[devintrinidad]

To start with, I am not a fountain pen enthusiast. I just so happened to watch a lot of jetpens videos and have started daydreaming of owning a fountain pen one day. That said, today, I went to Goodwill and bought something for the very high price of $2.99.

Can you guys help me identify it?

The fountain pen is sort of weighty. The pen cap snaps on tightly and when posted, it sits on the pen snug. When you twist it open, there's a piston filler (I think that's what you call it?). There are slight scratches on the top of the pen cap and on the bookmark, suggesting use. It looks clean, though, so someone must have taken good care of it for a while.

The box has Chinese writing on it, but there's also English as well, stating Dedicate to the Honorable. There are no other significant markings on the lid, box, or beneath the cushioning where the pen and bookmark rest.

As for the tip... I have not owned a fountain pen before, but I'm pretty sure it's not a broad nib? The only thing it states is that it's an iridium point. So it's all up in the air if it's extra, fine, medium, etc. I will say, on thr back of the nib (the black back piece), there is an 8 inscribed, but I'm not sure if that means anything.

The body of the pen is beautiful, with a lot of Chinese lettering. There is also a number, 168, but I have no idea the meaning.

Finally, the pen cap has a dragon with red gemstones on the eyes. Very eye catching.

As for the bookmark, there's a long teal tassel, small spheres that either are or mimic Jade, and a sphere that looks like koi fish mimicking the yin and yang symbol.

I hope that's enough information to help identify the pen (and perhaps the pen nib too). I'd like to know what kind and if it's worth buying some ink for it. (Though, I wouldn't mind too much if you guys penable me).

Thank you so much for reading this post!

Pics included

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An Illustrative Update

Fandom: Dragon Age Pairing: Hawke/Varric Summary: One of the author's portraits on Varrics books depicts him surrounded by many beautiful women. It could perhaps use a little updating, now that he's a married man.

AO3 Link and matching art by snuffes go look look look!!

Hawke lowered her book and listened.

It had gone very quiet in the other room. Far too quiet. Varric had received a letter from his editor, which meant there should have been another hour at least of grumbling, muttering, and the occasional ‘oh come on!’ playing counterpoint to furious scribbling. 

Instead, there was silence. 

Hawke set the book aside and swung her long legs off the bed, biting back the groan as she levered herself up off the dwarfishly low bed. She stuck her head around the corner. Varric was still at the table, surrounded by the detritus that always accumulated when he was working -- loose paper, half-empty glasses, ink pots, crumpled blotting paper. 

Varric wasn’t hunched over writing, or staring thoughtfully into the distance, or flicking crumpled up scraps of paper into the fire. He was holding a thick piece of paper and staring at it with an odd expression on his face. 

“Something wrong?” 

“No,” Varric said slowly. “Just uh… unexpected.” 

“Mm-hmm…” Hawke prompted. 

“Do you remember Apples?” 

“That woman who illustrates your books, yes, I remember. Very nice woman, lovely smile.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “More than willing to help you convince me that Avaar name their children after food.”  

Varric did not respond, apparently transfixed by the paper in his hands. Hawke crossed the room and leaned on the table casually. She was going to give him about a minute before she snatched it out of his hands, and thought that was very generous of her.   

“Right. So, the last time I wrote to her I made a joke about how I’d have to change the author's portrait on the back of my books now that we’re married.” 

“Mm, it is a bit gauche for a married man to depict himself being pawed at by half-dressed women -- especially when they aren’t even the same species as his wife.” 

Varric finally looked up from the paper to grin at Hawke. 

“You’d be less jealous if they were half-dressed human women?” 

“My dearest Varric, I pride myself on not being the sort of wife who gets jealous of any fictional wenches, regardless of species.” 

“Hey, those fictional wenches have rich and varied personal lives. Show a little respect.” 

“And this is your new author portrait?” 

“Apparently she painted it the day after we met her,” Varric said, finally handing it over. “She’s been waiting this whole time to send it to me.” 

Hawke barely heard him. 

Varric's editor had commissioned a few different portraits of Varric, to be used depending on the genre (something about pandering to an audience). In all of them, Varric was depicted as looking outwards, his smugly raised eyebrow directed at the reader. This even -- or perhaps, especially -- in the portrait containing the aforementioned wenches, who, in turn, had eyes only for their cocksure Lothario from the neck down. 

Conversely, in this new portrait, Varric and Hawke seemed to have forgotten there was an audience; their attentions were wholly consumed by each other. 

And the look they were giving each other. 

It was the look of a man about to ravish a woman who expected and intended to enjoy every second of it. Hawke wondered what sort of Avaar magic Apples had used to keep her paintbrushes from catching fire. 

Varric’s shirt was open, exposing his broad chest and famed chest hair. One arm was raised, a quill artfully poised. His other arm was around Hawke’s waist, holding her in a pose that would probably be possible if Hawke went down on one knee and Varric stood on a box. Hawke’s breasts strained at the confines of a ruffled pink, and were apparently the only thing keeping said dress in place. 

 Hawke could see the next moment in her mind’s eye: Varric bringing his hand down, the sharp metal nib of the quill slicing through the flimsy dress material like tissue paper, the pieces fluttering to the floor as Varric pulled her in the rest of the way. 

She very carefully set the picture down on the table, and immediately slid onto her husband’s lap, her eyes shining. 

“It’s perfect.” 

link again to the art

[skunkes]

Idk if you're still pondering fountain pens, but some of them have multiple swappable nibs [the twsbi 580 line, most lamy pens, etc]. Multishaders like sailor 224 look amazing in a nice broad or italic nib

YAAAAY thank u for recs i rly want my sailor 224 to shine through bc its so beautiful ink color....

[rararatigan]

I know this is a dumb question but I have bought a fountain pen and am trying to learn better cursive. How do you get your lines different widths? It would really help if someone explained like I'm five. I have read a lot of handwritten early 19th century court documents recently and I love how early 19th c your writing looks! It's simply beautiful. Thank you!

Ahh, thank you very much! That’s so kind.

Your question isn’t stupid at all! Everyone has to start somewhere =]

There are a lot of variables when it comes to pens for calligraphy, but when you say you have a fountain pen, I’m assuming it’s a traditional fountain pen with a cartridge for ink inside of the pen. Usually those pens have a little less give in the tip, so you won’t get a broad variation in your writing strokes (the thick vs thin lines) that you’ll get with a calligraphy pen.

A calligraphy pen is what I use for writing my cards and basically this consists of a nib (the flexible tip of the pen with prongs known as “tines”) and the holder or body of the pen. Different nibs will have different widths, flex, or “springiness”, so you’ll get different effects depending on what you use. Fountain pens usually have ink in a cartridge inside of the body, whereas calligraphy pens need to be dipped in ink.

Generally how it works is that when you do a downstroke on a letter, you apply slightly more pressure, and the tines of the nib split apart and draw the ink in a wider line. On an upstroke, you apply lighter pressure, the tines stay together, and it makes a thinner line.

There are a lot of variables, but that’s the basic gist of it! There are a ton of fantastic tutorials online for calligraphy and I highly recommend looking into it if you’re interested! But if you want some practice, a fountain pen is a good start to just control your pressure, but you can get a similar effect of calligraphy by doing cursive with a ballpoint pen and practicing with varying your pressure between downstrokes and upstrokes. Just know you’ll be pushing a lot harder on your downstrokes with a ballpoint pen than you will with a calligraphy pen.

Hopefully this helps! I’d love to see what you make if you decide to share it!

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Calligraphy Pen Choices: Find Your Perfect Match

Calligraphy Pen Choices: Discover the Ultimate Tool for Your Artistic Journey

Are you intrigued by the beauty of calligraphy and eager to start your own journey into this elegant art form? One of the first choices you'll need to make is selecting the right calligraphy pen. The pen you choose can greatly impact your experience and the quality of your lettering. With so many options available, it's important to navigate the world of calligraphy pen choices to find your perfect match. Understanding the different calligraphy pen categories is a crucial first step. Broad-edged calligraphy pens, pointed nib calligraphy pens, and brush pens each offer unique qualities and are suited for specific calligraphy scripts and styles. By familiarizing yourself with these categories, you can make an informed decision that aligns with your artistic vision. When it comes to beginners, the Pilot Parallel Pen stands out as an excellent choice. Its user-friendly design and affordability make it an ideal option for those just starting their calligraphy journey. With various sizes available and a wide range of ink colors, this pen provides endless possibilities for beginners to explore. For those interested in broad-edged calligraphy styles, alternative options include solid felt-tip markers, such as the Kuretake Zig Calligraphy, Sakura Pigma Calligrapher, and Speedball Elegant writer. These pens offer ease of use and can be a great stepping stone towards mastering the art of calligraphy. If you're inclined towards pointed nib calligraphy, a pencil or a smaller-sized brush pen like the Faber Castell 5B pencil or the Pentel Fude Touch Sign Pen can be a great starting point. Using a pencil for faux calligraphy allows you to achieve beautiful lettering even without a traditional calligraphy pen. When it comes to brush pens for pointed nib calligraphy, the Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen and the Tombow Dual Brush Pen are highly recommended. These pens offer excellent control over strokes and can create both broad and narrow lines, giving you the flexibility to experiment and create unique lettering styles. If your focus is on hand lettering, the Pilot Metropolitan emerges as the top choice. Its elegant design, affordability, and versatility make it a favorite among hand lettering enthusiasts. It's a reliable companion for both everyday use and more formal hand lettering projects. For those looking for alternative calligraphy pens for hand lettering, the Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen, Tombow Dual Brush Pen, Staedtler Calligraphy Pen Set, and Staedtler Marsgraphic Duo are worth considering. These pens offer a range of nib sizes and are perfect for creating various hand lettering styles. The Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pen shines as the best calligraphy pen for hand lettering. With its durable brush nib and use of waterproof India ink, this pen allows you to create long-lasting artwork that will stand the test of time. Finally, if you're seeking an alternative calligraphy pen for hand lettering, the Faber-Castell Grip 2011 Calligraphy Pen is a great choice. Its ergonomic grip and refillable ink cartridge make it both comfortable to use and environmentally friendly. Remember, choosing the right pen is just the beginning. Selecting the appropriate ink and paper for calligraphy is equally important. Consider the type of ink that suits your preferences and the paper weight and texture that complement your chosen pen and lettering style. Key Takeaways: - Choosing the right calligraphy pen is crucial for a successful calligraphy journey. - Understanding the different calligraphy pen categories helps you select the pen that aligns with your artistic vision. - The Pilot Parallel Pen is an excellent choice for beginners, offering affordability and versatility. - Alternative pens, such as solid felt-tip markers, provide easier options for broad-edged calligraphy styles. - Pencils and brush pens like the Faber Castell 5B and Pentel Fude Touch Sign Pen are suitable for pointed nib calligraphy.

Understanding Calligraphy Pen Categories

When it comes to calligraphy, selecting the right pen is essential for achieving the desired results. There are three main categories of calligraphy pens: broad-edged calligraphy pens, pointed nib calligraphy pens, and brush pens. Each category offers unique features and advantages, allowing you to create different calligraphy styles. Broad-edged calligraphy pens: These pens have a flat, wide nib that is ideal for creating thick and thin lines. They are commonly used for traditional calligraphy scripts such as Italic, Gothic, and Uncial. Broad-edged pens come in both cartridge-fed and dip pen styles, allowing for versatility in ink options. Pointed nib calligraphy pens: Pointed nib pens have a fine, tapered nib that allows for precise control over thin and thick strokes. They are commonly used for modern calligraphy styles such as Copperplate, Spencerian, and English Roundhand. These pens can be either cartridge-fed or dip pens, providing options for different ink preferences. Brush pens: Brush pens have a flexible brush-like tip that produces a variety of line widths depending on the pressure applied. They are popular for creating contemporary calligraphy styles and are often used for brush lettering and modern script styles. Brush pens are available in different sizes and with various types of bristles, offering a wide range of creative possibilities. Comparison of Calligraphy Pen Categories Pen Category Features Calligraphy Styles Pros Broad-edged Calligraphy Pens Flat, wide nib for thick and thin lines Italic, Gothic, Uncial, etc. Versatile, traditional feel Pointed Nib Calligraphy Pens Fine, tapered nib for precise strokes Copperplate, Spencerian, Roundhand, etc. Precise control over thin and thick lines Brush Pens Flexible brush-like tip for various line widths Brush lettering, modern scripts, etc. Wide range of creative possibilities

Best Calligraphy Pen for Beginners: Pilot Parallel Pen

If you're new to calligraphy and looking for the perfect pen to start your hand lettering journey, look no further than the Pilot Parallel Pen. This broad-edged calligraphy pen is widely regarded as one of the best options for beginners. What sets the Pilot Parallel Pen apart is its user-friendly design and exceptional performance. The pen features a unique parallel plate nib that allows for smooth and consistent ink flow. This makes it easier for beginners to achieve clean and precise lines, even with minimal experience. The Pilot Parallel Pen is available in various sizes, ranging from 1.5mm to 6.0mm. This ensures that you have the flexibility to create different calligraphy styles and experiment with various line widths. Additionally, the pen comes with a wide range of vibrant ink colors, allowing you to add a splash of creativity to your projects. Another advantage of the Pilot Parallel Pen is its affordability. It offers excellent value for money, making it a popular choice among beginners who want to invest in a reliable and high-quality calligraphy pen without breaking the bank. When using the Pilot Parallel Pen, it is recommended to pair it with smooth and bleed-resistant paper for optimal results. This ensures that the ink flows smoothly and does not feather or bleed through the page. Experimenting with different paper textures can also add uniqueness to your calligraphy projects. Pros Cons Smooth and consistent ink flow May require practice to master Wide range of ink colors Not suitable for fine details Affordable and great value for money Requires specific paper for optimal performance Easy to use for beginners

Alternative Pens for Broad-Edged Calligraphy Styles

When it comes to broad-edged calligraphy styles, there are several alternative pens that can offer ease of use and impressive results. If you're looking for a reliable option that mimics the feel of a traditional calligraphy pen, solid felt-tip markers are a great choice. These markers provide a consistent flow of ink and offer better control compared to more traditional dip pens. They also come in a wide range of colors, allowing for creativity in your calligraphy projects. If you prefer a pen specifically designed for calligraphy, the Kuretake Zig Calligraphy pen is worth considering. This pen features a felt tip that is perfect for creating bold and expressive strokes. It's available in different nib sizes, allowing you to achieve various line widths. Additionally, the Sakura Pigma Calligrapher is another excellent option. Its durable fiber tip provides consistent ink flow and allows for smooth writing. The Sakura Pigma Calligrapher is known for its waterproof and fade-resistant ink, ensuring that your calligraphy will stand the test of time. For those who prefer a more traditional approach, the Speedball Elegant Writer pen is an ideal choice. It features a chisel tip that allows for a range of line widths, making it perfect for broad-edged calligraphy styles. The pen's water-based ink provides smooth and consistent results, and it comes in a variety of vibrant colors. With its affordable price and versatility, the Speedball Elegant Writer is a popular choice among calligraphy enthusiasts. Alternative Pens for Broad-Edged Calligraphy Styles at a Glance Pen Nib Type Ink Type Features Solid Felt-Tip Markers N/A Various colors Easy to use, wide color selection Kuretake Zig Calligraphy Felt tip Water-based Available in different nib sizes Sakura Pigma Calligrapher Fiber tip Waterproof and fade-resistant Durable and reliable Speedball Elegant Writer Chisel tip Water-based Affordable and versatile Exploring these alternatives to the traditional calligraphy pen can enhance your broad-edged calligraphy styles. Whether you prefer the convenience of solid felt-tip markers, the precision of the Kuretake Zig Calligraphy pen, the reliability of the Sakura Pigma Calligrapher, or the traditional charm of the Speedball Elegant Writer, there is a pen out there to suit your needs. Don't be afraid to experiment and find the pen that brings out your creativity and allows you to express yourself through calligraphy.

Pointed Nib Calligraphy and Pencil Options

If you're new to calligraphy and looking for a beginner-friendly option for pointed nib calligraphy, you have a couple of great options to consider. One option is to use a pencil, specifically the Faber Castell 5B pencil. This versatile pencil allows you to experiment with different line weights and create beautiful faux calligraphy. The soft lead and smooth graphite make it easy to control and achieve the desired effect. Another option is the Pentel Fude Touch Sign Pen. This pen features a flexible brush nib that mimics the look of a pointed nib calligraphy pen. It's perfect for beginners who want to explore pointed nib calligraphy without the hassle of dip pens and ink. The Pentel Fude Touch Sign Pen is also portable and convenient, making it an excellent choice for travel or on-the-go practice. Whether you choose to use a pencil or the Pentel Fude Touch Sign Pen for your pointed nib calligraphy journey, both options offer versatility and ease of use. Remember, practice is key, so grab your preferred tool and start creating beautiful letterforms today!

Recommended Brush Pens for Pointed Nib Calligraphy

When it comes to pointed nib calligraphy, having the right tools is essential to achieving beautiful, precise lettering. Two brush pens that are highly recommended for pointed nib calligraphy are the Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen and the Tombow Dual Brush Pen. Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen The Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen features a firm brush tip that allows for excellent control over strokes. It is perfect for creating thin and thick lines with ease, making it ideal for pointed nib calligraphy styles. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced calligrapher, this pen delivers consistent and smooth ink flow, resulting in stunning lettering. The Fudenosuke Brush Pen is available in both soft and hard tip variations, allowing you to choose the level of flexibility that suits your writing style. Tombow Dual Brush Pen The Tombow Dual Brush Pen is a versatile tool that allows you to create both broad and narrow strokes, making it perfect for pointed nib calligraphy. With its brush tip on one end and a fine tip on the other, this pen offers endless possibilities for creative lettering. The water-based ink blends effortlessly, enabling you to achieve beautiful gradients and shading effects. Available in a wide range of colors, the Tombow Dual Brush Pen allows you to add vibrant and expressive touches to your calligraphy projects. Both the Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen and the Tombow Dual Brush Pen are highly regarded by calligraphers for their quality and performance. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced artist, these brush pens are sure to enhance your pointed nib calligraphy skills and take your lettering to the next level. Pen Features Available Colors Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen Firm brush tip for precise control Available in soft and hard tip variations Black, Brown Tombow Dual Brush Pen Brush tip for broad strokes Fine tip for narrow lines Water-based ink for blending Wide range of colors

Best Calligraphy Pen for Hand Lettering: Pilot Metropolitan

When it comes to hand lettering, finding the best calligraphy pen is crucial for achieving beautiful and precise strokes. One highly recommended option is the Pilot Metropolitan fountain pen. With its sleek design and exceptional performance, this pen is a favorite among both beginners and experienced hand lettering enthusiasts. The Pilot Metropolitan fountain pen offers a smooth and controlled writing experience, making it ideal for creating elegant hand lettering designs. Its fine nib allows for precise line variation, allowing you to achieve both thick and thin strokes with ease. Whether you're working on small details or larger compositions, this pen provides excellent control and accuracy. One of the standout features of the Pilot Metropolitan is its affordability. Despite its high-quality construction and premium performance, this fountain pen is budget-friendly, making it a great option for those just starting out in hand lettering. You don't have to break the bank to get a pen that delivers exceptional results. So, if you're looking for the best calligraphy pen for hand lettering, the Pilot Metropolitan should be at the top of your list. Its stylish design, exceptional performance, and affordable price point make it a must-have tool for any hand lettering project. With the Pilot Metropolitan fountain pen in your hand, you'll be able to bring your creative visions to life with confidence and precision. Table: Pilot Metropolitan Fountain Pen Specifications Material Nib Size Ink Type Brass Fine Refillable cartridge or converter

Alternative Calligraphy Pens: Tombow and Staedtler

If you're looking for alternative options for calligraphy pens, both Tombow and Staedtler offer a range of high-quality choices. Whether you're a beginner or a seasoned calligrapher, these pens are worth considering for your hand lettering projects. Let's take a closer look at what each brand has to offer. Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen The Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen is a popular choice among calligraphers. It features a firm brush tip that allows for precise control over strokes, making it ideal for both beginners and experienced artists. This pen is available in multiple colors, allowing you to add a creative touch to your hand lettering. The compact size makes it comfortable to hold and easy to carry around, making it a convenient option for on-the-go lettering. Tombow Dual Brush Pen The Tombow Dual Brush Pen is another versatile option for calligraphy. It features a flexible brush tip on one end and a fine tip on the other, allowing you to create both broad and narrow strokes with ease. This pen is known for its vibrant colors and water-based ink, which blend smoothly and produce stunning results. Whether you're working on large-scale projects or intricate details, the Tombow Dual Brush Pen offers the versatility to bring your hand lettering to life. Staedtler Calligraphy Pen Set If you're looking for a comprehensive set of calligraphy pens, the Staedtler Calligraphy Pen Set is a great choice. It includes four different nib sizes, allowing you to experiment with various line widths and styles. The pens feature long-lasting metal nibs and ergonomic pen barrels for comfortable writing. This set is perfect for calligraphers who want to explore different techniques and create beautiful hand lettering pieces. Staedtler Marsgraphic Duo The Staedtler Marsgraphic Duo is another fantastic option for calligraphy enthusiasts. This pen features two different tips: a flexible brush tip for creating expressive strokes and a fine-liner tip for precise details. The water-based pigment ink provides smooth and consistent flow, ensuring crisp and vibrant lettering. With its versatility and durability, the Staedtler Marsgraphic Duo is an excellent choice for hand lettering projects of any scale. Table: Calligraphy Pen Comparison Pen Tip Ink Type Features Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen Brush Water-based - Firm brush tip for precise control - Multiple colors available Tombow Dual Brush Pen Brush and fine Water-based - Dual tips for broad and narrow strokes - Vibrant blendable colors Staedtler Calligraphy Pen Set Calligraphy nibs Water-based - Four nib sizes for versatility - Ergonomic pen barrels Staedtler Marsgraphic Duo Brush and fine-liner Pigment-based - Dual tips for expressive strokes and precision - Water-based pigment ink

Best Calligraphy Pen for Hand Lettering: Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5liGMm9WPEY If you're looking for the best calligraphy pen for hand lettering, the Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pen is a top choice. This pen is known for its high-quality brush nib, which allows for precise control and smooth, consistent strokes. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced hand lettering artist, the Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pen offers versatility and reliability. The Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pen is favored by hand lettering enthusiasts for several reasons. First, its brush nib is designed to replicate the natural strokes of a traditional calligraphy brush, making it perfect for creating elegant letterforms and decorative flourishes. The brush nib is also highly durable, ensuring that it maintains its shape over time and provides consistent results with each use. Another notable feature of the Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pen is its use of India ink. India ink is a waterproof and lightfast ink that produces rich, vibrant colors. Read the full article

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BEST ONLINE STORES TO BUY ART SUPPLIES

The essence of the artist is their art supplies, so finding an online art supplies store that has everything you need is great. Artists and craftsmen consider several factors when buying, but the deciding factor is the quality and price of the product. When you shop online, other factors are bound to follow the list, including shipping costs, return policies, and customer service.

Art providers understand artists' needs and have mobilized to meet them. Depending upon what is most important to you, you can choose an online art supply store that suits your needs. The best art stores are the ones you feel connected to. If you are an art lover, here are 6 online stores to buy art and craft supplies.

1. Penkraft

Penkraft is one of the leading brands when it comes to Art & Craft supplies, the unique thing about Penkraft is that they offer DIY (Do it Yourself) kits, the packaging & the quality of the products offered are top-notch. Penkraft offers a special "Course In a Box" concept where you get every material needed for doing a course. The kit contains Coursebook, the course schedule, practice books, and equipment such as the calligraphy nibs, pens, pencils, etc as required for the particular course.

2. Amazon

Amazon has a broad collection of all types of products and art supplies. You can find standard supplies likes watercolors and pencils, Amazon is also great for finding art supplies for kids, and there are many washable paints. In addition to a wide range of products, Amazon also has Prime Advantage, which provides free shipping on every order. In addition, most sellers will provide return and refund services within 30 days of shipping. The main disadvantage of Amazon is that it is not a professional art website, which means you may find products that don't necessarily meet the standards you want. For novice artists, it is difficult to distinguish what is high quality and what is not.

3. Creative Hands

This one is for those looking for deals. Fully equipped, Creative Hands owns many brands and many SKUs. The navigation of the page is very easy to use and the categories are well divided. The brand imports its fine art materials from other brands like Arches, Conte A Paris, Cretacolor, Daler Rowney, Fabriano, Liquitex, Golden, Sennelier, etc. Additionally, the site also offers an equally impressive collection of drawing supplies, as well as sketch sets, charcoal and graphite pencils, pens, and markers.

4. Imagination Online

Imagination is one of the leading handicraft supply stores in India, selling a large number of international brands and products at affordable prices. Their artistic part includes sliding materials, medium, mica powder, pastel colors, professional pencils, and a range of pencil colors. The portal is well-designed, which makes shopping on it easy and clutter-free

5. Himalayan Fine Art

The Himalayan Fine Arts collection includes calligraphy sets, charcoal pencils and pens, sketch paper, erasers, fixers, pastel paper, pens, and markers, etc. The company is very customer-friendly. If items are missing from the portal, customers can notify them by email. If the product is available in the store, they will ship the product.

6. Skill Supplies

Online shop for all your art and craft requirements, this site deserves a standalone recommendation for the SKU calculator it has. For the artist, this site gives you a feel like a kid at the candy store with its wide collection of pens, markers, multi-liners, sketch pads, graphic accessories, and many other drawing materials. Prices are competitive and exports are high quality

Buying art supplies online is easy and fun.

You can't create beautiful works of art without high-quality supplies. These websites offer a variety of options. To make the most of the online shopping experience, most return policies allow easy refunds and exchanges. This way, if what you want is not what you expect, you can easily return it. In some cases, you can ask for something better than expected in the end. One thing that the best art supply sites have in common is that shopping can be very fun-looking for old favorites, discovering new ones, or finding amazing deals.

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[jimtheviking]

O, to have a spare $1000!

Because good god, the new Sailor Naginata Togi pens are in at Wonderpens, and they look amazing.

[luveline]

Hey baby! Your Peter fics are one of my go to pick me ups when I’m in need of comforting. Could you possibly write something about reader going through a rough time just not feeling smart, or special or really, just not “enough” and maybe she either acts like everything’s fine or she just starts avoiding Peter? Anything with a little fluff is all I need. Thanks for all the hard work you put into your blog!!! All my love ♥️💙🤍

thank you!❤️❤️ and ty for ur request I hope this is like what you had in mind <3

Peter drops his keys in the bowl on top of the sideboard by the front door and inclines his head, listening for sounds of life. This morning he'd left you in his bed, reluctant but happy to see you finally getting some rest.

There, the pittering of your heart, a little too fast. The shushing of your hand rolling over paper and the damp sound of pen ink, the nib pressing into paper. You make a sound of frustration so low he knows he'd miss it if it weren't for his heightened senses.

Peter doesn't like invading your privacy. He makes sure to approach noisily, shucking off his back pack to drop in the doorway as he pushes it open. Your heart picks up when you see him. He can't decide whether this is good or bad.

"Hi, baby," you say.

You sound tired. You push his desk chair out and close your notebook quickly, leaning back with your face all slap dap happy.

"Well, hi there, stranger," he says, reaching out to hook his index finger under your chin.

He tilts your face up and momentarily forgets his worries when you smile at him, leaning down to press a kiss to your grinning mouth. He finds his own lips in a smile as he pulls away.

"What did you do today?" he asks, hand finding a home on your tensed shoulder. He works the flesh there under his fingers gently and soon you're relaxing under his touch.

You gesture to your notebook. "Just practice questions."

He dots a kiss atop your temple.

"Had lunch?"

"Yeah. I made you, um," you blink, looking weary, "gazpacho."

"Gazpacho! Is that what you had?"

"Mhmm. It's hot today." Your words all carry a hint of despondency under their cheeriness, like you're trying your best but can't quite get there.

"That it is," he agrees distractedly.

He hold his hand to your face for a moment, brushing his thumb across your cheek in a broad, appreciative sweep that he hopes is comforting. If not comforting, at the very least a way of saying you're beautiful.

You're not going to tell him what's wrong, that's clear, but you'll melt under his touch, allow him this closeness. He worries that maybe you don't want to tell him, or maybe you think you can't.

How to show you that it's okay to be upset?

"Come lie down with me?" he asks.

You follow him into bed, freshly made by you, he knows, and pulls you into the place between his legs. He frowns at this ever-present tension you posses as you lie back against his chest, crossing his arms across you're ribs, securing you in. No escape, he thinks to himself smugly, from his questioning.

He speaks into your ear, quiet and trying for soothing. "I didn't want to leave you, earlier."

You turn the side of your face into his chest. "No?"

"No. You're so pretty, when you sleep, sometimes I think I could spend years watching you."

It's so honest that it burns to say, the kind of confession that he usually wouldn't tell you for his own dignity, but he thinks you might need to hear it.

You giggle nervously and clasp his shirt in one hand, bunching the material over his chest. "Peter," you complain.

"I'm serious."

"C'mon. Don't flatter me."

"I'm not flattering you, that's the stone cold truth," he says jovially.

"It can't be, I'm-" you cut yourself off and laugh, the sound tinged by bitterness.

"You're what?" he asks.

"You're warm." You avoid the question and change direction, pushing your arm out to hug his chest. He tightens his arms around you in response. "We can't stay like this, we'll sweat to death."

"I'd stay like this forever, you know. With you."

It gets you – you close your eyes and tuck yourself in close, the tenacity of your unhappiness plastered over your face so suddenly it makes his heart skip.

"I don't see why."

"Don't see why what, my love?"

The pet name makes it regrettably worse. You go silent, still in his arms. It takes a moment for him to realise your eyes are welling up.

"Baby," he murmurs.

"I've been doing those practice questions all day, and I couldn't have got half of them right. I had to make dinner twice because I messed it up the first time, and I know I'm not nearly as attractive as you say I am," you say, the words growing tighter as you go, like a hand is squeezing your throat. "I can't do anything right, Pete. And I don't get why- how you can like me so much when I'm so- so-" you deflate, then, and cover your face with your hand.

When you breath in its ragged and upset. Pained.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" he asks.

"Like what?" you ask. "Like I am?"

"I love you exactly how you are," he says, knowing it won't fix anything.

"I don't see how I can be enough for that."

He shifts and pulls you up just enough to see your face as he talks. Though you won't look at him, lazy tears escaping from your closed eyes, it's a relief to see your face, sad as it is.

"You know what I thought about on the subway? Both ways?"

"No,” you mumble.

"I thought about you. You know what I thought about in the lab?" You say nothing. "You. I thought about you. In the lab, the bodega, walking down the street."

You sniffle. He perseveres.

"There was a bouquet of dying roses in the trashcan outside the laundromat, and I thought, well, my baby could bring those back to life. With her smile alone."

"That's ridiculous," you say through a smile you fail to resist. His relief at your tone can't be overstated.

He traces the tip of his finger down your face, hand smoothing over your hair, temple to jawline, jawline to temple.

"I love you," he repeats. "You're more than enough."

The tears ebb slowly. He doesn’t mind. He has all the time in the world for you.

[cricketdrawings]

Traditional art materials I like!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

Pens:

1. Tombow brush pens will never let you down. These suckers are good for EVERYTHING. You know I keep that mf thang on me. You can get a pack of 3 on amazon for about 6 bucks I think! Worth every penny. I own like,,,, 10. The black ink is nice and dark. The blue case has a slightly firmer tip, while the black one is ever so slightly softer. If you prefer tighter line control, I’d go with the blue.

2. Pentel duopoint flex. Just discovered this bad boy when shopping for pens at Michael’s. It’s 2 sided like the name suggests, with a wide brush and thin brush. The wide brush is a little looser and can make some pretty broad lines, while the thin side is firmer and is easier to control. The line variety you can get outta this thing is Insane. It’s a little on the pricier side at $10 at Michael’s, but the website literally always at least has a 20% off coupon, and it’s completely worth it. Not sure how long it lasts yet, but as soon as I saw how well that badboy performs, I bought 2 more. I’ll report back if they wear out quickly.

3. You can never go wrong with a good ol’ ballpoint pen. Bic is usually the way to go. Penmate smears like Hell, especially the blue ones.

4. Micron PN. This one is a firm brush point, and the lines are pretty fine, but you can still press a little harder to get that variation in there. I’ve been using it to illustrate my book a lot lately. Microns also tend to be a little pricey, but if you stock up a little at a time when you can, it’s worth it.

5. Pentel sign pen. These are similar to tombow, but have a slightly wider base of the nib. They work great, but if you prefer darker black ink, go with the tombow.

6. Speedball dip pen. If you’re looking to get started with dip pens, you can get a set at michael’s with a single black pen and several different nibs, from thin to flat calligraphy, for around $11. They’re pretty reliable and last a while! Just remember to clean around the base of the pen where the nib goes in so that the ink won’t clog the entry port and get stuck in there, and you’re golden! You can clean off india ink with ammonia, or glass cleaner like windex. Speedball india ink is also pretty nice, with a lovely dark black.

Paints:

Watercolors:

1. Kuretake gansai watercolors. These guys are the most bright, pigmented, beautiful watercolors I’ve ever used. If you’re looking for a bolder watercolor, this one is for you. Look for the long green box. Japanese watercolors in general tend to vary from so opaque that it almost acts like gouache, to transparent, and have the most bold colors I’ve seen from the medium.

2. Watercolor confections. These guys have wonderful little portable tin cases, and come in a wide variety of color themes. I own the tropical set, and wow is it beautiful. The colors are easily activated, beautifully granulated, and lightfast. They also have a lovely skin tone set I haven’t personally tried yet but that I’ve had my eyes on for quite a bit!

3. HIMI jelly gouache. Yes, this is the super trendy one that everyone uses, but it’s trendy for a reason! I don’t reach for it as often as I do my gansai palette, but if you like the opacity of gouache but don’t wanna fiddle with tubes, this is for you. I know it’s not exactly watercolor, but it’s in the same neighborhood!

Acrylic:

1. Crayloa. Yes, you read that right. Crayola acrylics have downright beautiful mixing colors, and are just really good affordable acrylics. Crayola isn’t always the best choice for professionals, but they’re reliable, and these acrylics never miss. Most of the time if you see me post an acrylic painting, it was made with those paints!

2. Windsor and newton. W&N is generally a pretty reliable company, and their supplies are pretty high quality, and often worth the slightly higher price tag. Their acrylics in particular are around $5 each, which is more affordable than say, golden or liquitex. Funnily enough, they perform similarly to crayola acrylics, but they feel more… luxurious, somehow. Wish I had a better way to describe it, but I just got myself a pretty good sized set and am looking forward to wearing it out. Oh, and they also dry nicer than crayola, in which different colored paints tend to have slightly different finishes. W&N doesn’t do that, and from what I’ve seen so far they all dry a nice smooth matte.

(I don’t know enough about oil to recc paints for that lol but I hope to in the future!!)

Canvas: I tend to just get whatever cheap canvas I can find, but I must say, if you’re lacking in space to store your art, I recommend getting a roll of unprepared canvas. If you want to start out white like a lot of pre-made canvases are, just pick up some gesso and prepare the surface yourself. You can cut out any size piece to your liking! When you’re done with the painting, you can roll it up for safekeeping! I’ve got canvases stockpiled, but I’m going to start the habit of working with the plain fabric much more often, since I still unfortunately live at home and my bedroom also essentially doubles as my studio.

Pencils:

1. Prismacolor ebony. These babies are much more affordable than their colored pencils, and you can get a 12 pack for around 10 bucks on amazon. These guys, like their name suggests, are super soft and dark, so you can get wonderful line variation and contrast. They tend to smudge easily though, so if you have trouble with that, be careful!

2. General’s layout pencils. These guys are also super dark, and lay down almost black. They’re also very soft graphite, so you can get some good line variation and contrast just like ebony, but they have a much less shiny finish, which can be nice!

3. Palomino blackwing. Yes, THOSE pencils. I cannot recommend them enough. They will make you feel so fancy. They lay down soft, dark, and come with this cool little rectangular eraser you can adjust. They’re famous for a reason! They were Chuck Jones’ weapon of choice!! If you feel like paying slightly more, then these are absolutely worth the tag. Depending on where and when you get them, they can set you back around $25-30 for a pack of 12, and they are absolutely worth every penny. The only thing I’d suggest is to be careful when sharpening, since they can wear down more quickly than regular pencils. It helps to carefully sharpen with an x-acto blade, and to only sharpen the lead itself when possible, and not the wood right away. It’ll make them last much, much longer, and make the price tag even more worthwhile.

Woodburning/pyrography tool:

I’ve only ever used one woodburning tool thus far (that’s about to change!) and that’s the walnut hollow creative versa-tool. It’s a wonderful tool to start out with, and you can get one at michael’s for around $30, and even less if you use a coupon. (Can u tell I work at michael’s lmao. Hmu for michael’s tips, you can save a lot of money really easily there!) The tool gives you a nice variety of tips to choose from. The universal chisel nib is probably the easiest to start with. You can shade with the flat end, and get thin to thick lines depending on how hard you press with the edge. It’s a little hard to get curves on it, but with practice and patience it comes easier! If you draw pretty fast, like me, it can take some getting used to, since pyrography tends to be a slow and steady kind of a process. The slower you go, the deeper it will burn, the thicker/darker lines you’ll get, and the quicker you go the more likely it’ll be that you’ll just scar the wood and not get very far.

As for the thinner tips in the walnut hollow kit, don’t be fooled! If you’re looking to get thinner lines, these won’t always work the way they seem they will. It’s kinda confusing if you go in blind like I did, but I learned that the thinner the metal, the less heat that you get coming out of it, and the longer it takes for a line to appear. You can still use them for tiny details, but it takes a bit. You’re better off getting a good handle on the universal chisel nib and making thinner lines that way, since it tends to go much quicker, and with the higher heat you’re able to get from that, you’re less likely to scar or stab the wood.

The shader tip is also a pretty good tool to learn. I’ve seen artists who only use the shader tip and create photo realistic stuff! As soon as you get used to the odd shape, you learn to kind of work with it like a paint brush. Angling it to the side can also get you some nice thin painterly lines. And of course, like the name suggests, holding it flat and moving it gently over the wood (longer for darker burn, shorter for lighter) can get you a lovely range of values.

Choosing your wood; make sure to choose soft, light wood. Darker wood is generally fine as long as it’s soft, but it’s harder to get the image in there since you can’t add highlights with just the burner or leave any blank spaces for the highlights. It’s best to choose a lighter wood, like pine, which I believe is what the plaques at michael’s are made of. In the wood section there you can get pre-made plaques for $1-5 each, and they’re basically perfect for the task. I know less about getting wood slices, but the ones in that same section are also pretty nice, have nice light wood in the center, and it’s got a built in frame around it by way of the bark. They tend to be a lot more expensive though, so make sure you wait for a sale or use a coupon unless you wanna shell out $10 or more for a single piece of wood, even if it is a little nicer. Or just befriend a lumberjack!!

You can also color your woodburnings with watercolor. I unfortunately don’t have much experience with this, since I’ve pretty much only painted on mine with acrylic, which can be fun just as long as you don’t paint over all the lines you made by accident, but I just wanted to throw that out there for all my homies that like color.

💗 That’s all I’ve got for now! I hope anyone who likes my art and wants to try something similar is able to try the supplies I use, and get just as much joy out of these supplies as I do! My inbox is always open if you have any questions about a piece or how I did it. I adore answering any inquiries, so it’s no bother! I’m no professional, but I have been making art for most of my life, so if I’m ever able to provide any help or advice for another artist then I’m happy💗

[bogkeep]

Hey! I'm the one who asked the poorly worded art process question. I'm here to give it another try by being more specific. The problem is . . . that's hard. Because that was about a specific as I can get, since I kind of want to know everything about how your art works.

Big things, like how you come up with ideas, or how you design characters. But small things, too, like what tools you use for drawing, how you balance between traditional and digital art, and how you decide what color to use for your unique and beautiful line art.

I want to be more specific so you can answer, but the question in my head is too vague and broad for me to be specific about it. So . . . here are some subquestions of my question, I guess! Maybe that helps?

Sorry this is so weird, and thank you, your art is amazing

first of all, thank you so much <3

and yes, this is far more answerable! i hope i can satiate some of your hunger for insight without writing a whole book.

HOW DO I COME UP WITH IDEAS?

this is obviously going to be very different for everyone. i very rarely have to dig for ideas or sit down and brainstorm, unless of course i am trying to achieve something very specific, like fulfill art contest criteria or working on a commission. my brain is very visually wired, so a lot of my ideas literally just pop up in my head (i know of several artists with aphantasia - some people don't have any visuals in their head at all and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT'S LIKE AND I AM IN AWE OF THESE ARTISTS), sometimes i see a character or character design and im like HNNNG i need to draw them, or i just... have a concept i really want to Exist and i'm going to figure out how.

my biggest problem is that often, when i get an idea i want to DRAW IT, NOW NOW NOWNOWNOW, and that's just Not Feasible. sometimes because i'm Literally In Bed, sometimes because i have too many things i need to do or draw first... but i need to clear up space in my head, because my Urge To Draw will be like, beeping and whirring until i satisfy it... so i write it down on my TO DRAW-list! it's a real list that exists on my phone and i have to use it frequently. if i keep scrolling down i start finding weird notes that i have NO idea are supposed to mean anymore, but that's fine. i can't satisfy every Art Urge. sometimes i need to let them pass.

HOW DO I DESIGN CHARACTERS?

this one might vary a bit, but it can often be boiled down to "i sketch around until i figure something that Works." many of my characters, especially my older characters, became characters by accident when i kept drawing them over and over and i was like Ah I Like Drawing You... You Exist Now. that's how sparrow spellcaster happened, at the very least. this could happen because i had school and i would focus in school by doodling/sketching while listening to class. since i no longer go to school, pretty much all of my new characters are far more intentional. Timian and Vinta specifically exist as a result of a "favourite character fusion" challenge, and a lot of iphimery characters started with a Purpose rather than just harnessing the vibe of something i drew multiple times without thinking.

it helps to write down elements or tropes i want to include, like "sturdy-looking" or "VILLAIN OF EVIL SCARY MAGICS but it's a little girl and the dark magic is bright lightning and not shadows" or something. it can vary from a tiny visual detail to their role in the story. whatever i want to Achieve. my Intent. because my brain works so visually, i just really need to sketch somethign repeatedly until i nail it and can be like Yes That's It.

sketchbooks look a little messy but that’s what they’re for.

WHAT TOOLS DO I USE

for digital art, i’m currently using an ipad pro and procreate. i use a lot of the brushes that came installed, like Mercury is my primary lineart brush, and Moorilla is my primary sketching brush, but i also buy a lot of custom brushes on the hunt for More Delicious Textures (DAUB has a lot of good ones, especially if you want some that imitate traditional art). i have also used Huion and XP-pen tablets and generally recommend them, as well as clip studio paint as an art program (i love it very much and if it wasn’t subscription-based on ipad i would still be using it).

for traditional art, mostly just whatever sketchbook i have + my trusty mechanical pencil. i mean i have two: one with softer lead (it comes out darker) and 0,7 mm thickness, and one that’s 0,5 and harder lead for more light sketching, or if i’m going to line it with ink.

i also have a trusty pentel brush pen that i love DEARLY and feel bad for not having used in a while for reasons i will get to.

when i work on calendar pieces traditionally, i like to draw lines with ink - i use a dip pen with exchangeable nibs - and then color with watercolors. i have several sets because they’re all slightly different and i want the Range.

i sometimes travel with a little sketchbook in my bag and an assortment of pens, so that i can sketch Anytime, Anywhere. i think doodling with a pen can be very useful because you gotta become comfortable with the mistakes and imperfections and keep going anyway. if i doodle at work that’s the tools i have -  regular ball pens and a bunch of paper lying around.

HOW DO I BALANCE BETWEEN DIGITAL AND TRADITIONAL ART?

currently, i... don’t, really. it was easier when i had school, and i would just doodle freely and then maybe use some of my sketches as thumbnails or concept ideas. it’s harder now that i need to intentionally sit down with my sketchbook, and tbh... the ipad works very well for sketching. it’s so CONVENIENT and i have WORK all the time and my time to create art has become much more limited than it was. i miss going to my weirdo art high school where we would try out a whole bunch of different tools and methods. sure, yes, i had to paint with Acrylics My Beloathed, but getting to play around in different mediums is VERY valuable.

i genuinely want to be able to make more time and space for non-digital art again, but i just don’t have the ability to right now. it’s also different now that i’ve moved away from my parent’s place - i used to have an enormous desk and my mother has a large collection of art tools and there was a lot more storage space for whatever i created. digital art is very convenient and very accessible. ah well!

HOW DO I DECIDE ON THE COLOR FOR MY LINEART?

i usually line in black or a very dark color, and when i’m done coloring + shading i might play around with the colors and see what works. if you lock the layer you can just throw all the spaghetti at the wall you want. i decide on whatever fits the piece. i tend to be pretty fast and loose about it too, sometimes you can probably spot parts of my lineart that have slightly mismatchy color, but it’s like... done is better than perfect! i don’t have the energy to overlook every single pixel of my piece or else i would drive myself utterly mad.

HOPE THIS ANSWERS ANYTHING AT ALL!! THANKS FOR ASKING!!!

[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 7

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy,

I do not operate a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, as you will then be notified whenever i post something new.

I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 7

 When you emerged from the bathroom Henry was just coming out of the kitchen area, two bottles of water in hand before he opened one and handed it to you;

 “Drink”

 “Thank you” you took it from him and lifted it to your mouth, not realising how dry your throat had grown from all the exertion. As you drank in silence you couldn’t help but to let your eyes stray over his exquisite body, from his broad chest to his narrow waist, to his thick cock hanging heavy between his enormous thighs. You hadn’t realised how long - and obviously - you’d been staring, but when he held his arms out and span slowly around with a smirk on his face you realised it hadn’t been in the tiniest bit subtle;

 “Like what you see Princess?”

 Stepping forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest as you smiled at him;

 “You know I do”

 With a sly grin you pressed the cold-water bottle to his naked ass and he let out a high-pitched squeal and leapt forwards, knocking you to your ass onto the soft plush carpet. Propping yourself up on your elbows you grinned at him as he towered over you, a look of dark amusement on his face;

 “Oh, you are in for it now Princess”

 You let out a squeal as he suddenly swooped down and threw you over his shoulder before stalking back to the bed and tossing you onto the king-size mattress. You squealed and laughed as he was suddenly upon you, tickling your sides in a relentless fashion as you writhed and wriggled beneath him. With your legs entangled you were soon rolling around, skin sliding against skin and you could feel him getting hard against your belly. In a moment of weakness you were able to twist your body enough so that suddenly you were on top, straddling his waist. You caught his hands in yours and intertwined your fingers together, your chests heaving from exertion and laughter.

 You leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips, and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure if henry knew what you were about to do, but as you knelt back upright and rolled your hips just right, you slowly sank down onto his hard length that had notched just right at your entrance when you’d kissed him. His eyes went wide in surprise, his jaw hung open before the feeling of your hot soaked walls completely enveloping him was too much to process and his eyes fluttered shut;

 “Oh… oh-hoh… fuck…”

 His lip trembled as you slowly rolled your hips, arching your spine before straightening. With your fingers still linked you moved, riding him slowly, spelling out letters and words with your hips to rub him just the right way to make him go crazy. Out of all the times he had known how to work your body and drive you to an intense orgasm, now it was your turn. With a roll and curve of your hips you felt his fingers tighten against yours, his mouth moving but unable to get out the words he wanted to say, before finally finding his voice;

 “Hu-holy… fuck... Princess, I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum”

 “That’s the plan…”

 “But you…”

 “Shhh… don’t you worry about me Hen, just enjoy it”

 His body relaxed when he realised what you wanted to do, that you weren’t concerned about your own orgasm, and instead wanted to drive him completely crazy. With a swirl of your hips you started to spell out certain letters with your hips. You closed your eyes and concentrated on spelling and with each letter Henry’s moans and cries got more heated. On the second to last letter he let out a high pitched whine and his hands flew to your hips, the tell-tale tremble where your bodies were joined, and as you swayed your hips from right to left to right to left it was the trigger and his back arched, pumping you full of another load of his thick seed.

 He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to his lips, kissing you before you settled onto his chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you held him in the afterglow of his orgasm. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper;

 “Thank you”

 “Umm, you’re welcome?”

 “No, really, thank you. It’s been a long time since a lover has solely given me pleasure without expecting it in return… which I absolutely will do, but…”

 In that moment you felt for him, you knew that he knew he was a skilled lover, but when you have a skill sometimes people can take it for granted. You went to speak but in that moment your stomach rumbled, and you giggled as he ran a hand softly over your back;

 “You are feeling hungry again Princess?”

“We did work up quite an appetite… do you think it’s too late for room service?” you propped yourself up and smiled at him.

 “Go check out the fridge… I would move but you’ve rendered me useless for the next few minutes with that pussy from heaven…”

 You delicately shifted off him, feeling his now soft member slip out of you, and you stood on wobbly legs, walking bow legged to the kitchen as you felt Henry’s cum slowly coating your inner thighs. Bending to look into the fridge you let out a squeal when you saw the large plate decorated with miniatures of all the restaurants famous desserts. 

“Bring two spoons!” you heard Henry call from the bed and you smiled as you did as he asked, carrying the plate in one hand and the cutlery in another as you made your way through the room lit by a single lamp at the side of the bed that he’d switched on and settled the plate on the bed beside Henry as he sat propped up against the plush pillows. You handed him a spoon and grinned;

 “Okay so we’re not going to just eat these off each other’s bodies?”

 “Uh-huh… you see this one?” he swiped his spoon halfway through what looked like a chocolate cheesecake; “This one has cocoa nibs in… they get caught in my chest hair”

 He lifted the spoon to your lips and you moaned as the rich Ecuadorian cocoa hit your taste buds, before grinning and talking with your mouth full;

 “So, you’ve done the body cheesecake eating thing with someone else?” you cocked an eyebrow, before your eyes went a little wider when you saw him start to blush and you stopped chewing.

 “Not exactly…” he took a deep breath and smiled sheepishly; “I was staying here last year - my Air B&B wasn’t ready - and I ordered room service. I had fucked up my shoulder on a dig so couldn’t be bothered to wear a shirt… and proceeded to drop an enormous spoonful of cheesecake on my chest”

 You let out a burst of laughter, struggling to keep the chocolatey mess in your mouth as he continued;

 “So not only was it super cold, it got caught in all the hairs… and my dominant arm was fucked up so when I went to pick it out I missed the plate with the crumby base and dropped it on the floor… then proceeded to step on it and leave a trail of brown stains across this carpet to the bathroom that looked like I’d trodden shit around the suite”

 Your eyes watered from trying hard not to laugh and spray cheesecake over him, but the thought of him having to speak to the concierge about another ‘its-not-shit-its-cheesecake’ incident was too much… thankfully Henry could see your predicament, quickly reaching to the plate to grab a paper napkin that had been set on it and handing it to you so you could spit the cheesecake out.

 The pair of you picked at the desserts, feeding each other, talking and laughing, before you stifled a yawn;

 “I need some sleep… you’ve worn me out”

 “Let me get rid of this” Henry grabbed the empty plate and started towards the kitchen area; “And then I’ll see about sorting you out Princess”

 Standing you smiled as you headed towards the bathroom, your body and mind in that pleasant glow of pre-sleep, absentmindedly calling out to him;

 “I love you to pieces Henry but you are not coming near this pussy again tonight, she needs time to recover… I’m gonna pee then fall asleep in your arms in that massive bed”

 With your back turned you weren’t aware of Henry’s reaction to your words, how he’d picked up on your casual use of Love, and that he knew it came from the heart. 

 By the time you returned to the bedroom Henry had lowered the blinds and was laying in bed, the covers to his waist as you climbed in beside him, curling up to his wide chest as he wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were asleep within minutes; however Henry was wide awake, his mind racing, processing something that had never been said to him before.

You woke to find Henry’s arm draped over your waist, his chest to your back as the cracks of daylight peeked in through the miniscule gaps in the blinds that covered the windows. You shifted a little and he rolled silently onto his back, the sheets draped over his lower body and you could tell he was sound asleep. Sitting on the side of the bed you reached for the water bottle only to find it empty, and with a longing glance at sleeping beauty you pushed yourself to your feet in the search for a drink.

 Twenty minutes later you emerged from the shower, having found your lower body to be a sticky uncomfortable mess upon waking, you spied Henry’s shirt from the night before draped over a chair and pulled it on, smiling at the scent of his aftershave as your body heated the luxury cotton as it nestled against your naked body. Quietly making a cup of coffee you peered in at Henry, still snoring away in the massive bed. Letting him rest you took a seat in the dining area, resting your legs on the glass table as you checked your phone, snapping a shot from your hip that showed Henry’s shirt tails draped over your thigh, your steaming mug of coffee, and the London skyline in the background. 

 One Instagram upload later you were quietly enjoying your coffee as you checked your messages when one caught your eye, from your roommate. As you read it your heart sank. Two years ago when you’d been hunting for a flat share in London you’d been introduced to a friend of a friend, a photographer that had a flat in Fulham and was never home, as he was a Paparazzi and travelled for 9 months of the year. He kept a place in London that was in essence a storage flat, but for security he liked to have a roommate. The last person had moved out and he needed someone to take on the spare room. Rent would be low by London standards, and for most of the year you’d have the place to yourself. Well, now he had decided to make the move to LA permanent, and wanted to touch base with you regarding how you and he should go about sorting the flat… and he was giving you first refusal to see if you wanted to buy it. 

 You set the phone down on the table and stared out of the window, a million and one things racing through your mind… did you earn enough to get a mortgage? Would it just be easier to move out and find another place? You were chewing on a fingernail when a large pair of hands slid down your shoulders and slipped inside the open shirt to cup your breasts, whilst the owner of said hands bent over you and kissed you;

 “Morning”

 “You look delicious in my shirt Princess”

 Henry's voice was rough from sleep, immediately ridding the previous problem from your mind and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core;

 “You looked pretty damn good in it too last night”

 Turning you stood and wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, sighing into the tongue filled kiss as he lifted you and set your ass down on the cool glass of the table. Slowly he unfastened the few buttons that were holding the shirt together, before letting the garment fall open to expose your naked body. He ran his hand down your body, cupping your sex before sliding two fingers through your folds;

 “You’ve showered”

 “I have… I was sticky…”

 “Mmmn… I’ll just have to make you sticky again”

 He angled his hips and you felt his morning wood press against your entrance, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he slowly pushed into your soaked channel. You were expecting him to just fuck you on the table, but when he lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, you let out a cry of surprise before he walked the few steps to the massive windows and pressed you against them;

 “I want all of London to see how beautiful you are when you cum, how well you take my dick…”

 He started to fuck you hard against the glass, your head resting against the cool surface as you clung to his shoulders, and with each delicious flick of his hips he was driving you rapidly towards orgasm, his thickness filling you completely. You were almost there when he paused, and it brought your focus back to his face, surprise to see he wasn’t looking at you, instead his attention was outside. You following his gaze and let out a shriek: the window cleaning crew were hanging from their gantry, squeegees in hand and jaws agape as they watched Henry railing you against the window they were cleaning from the outside. 

 With a smirk Henry reached over and pressed the button for the internal window blinds to be lowered, the two of you still carnally connected as the outside world was cut off. In the now muted light Henry started with fresh vigour as he fucked you harder than ever before, filling you repeatedly before you came with a scream, squeezing his body so tight he followed soon after, pumping you full again. 

 He spent the longest time just holding you, pressing kisses to your face and neck before your legs started to cramp and you begged to be let down, the sclooping sound of his heavy length pulling free of your cum soaked channel met your ears and it sent a grin to your face;

 “I’m going to need another shower”

 “I think I’ll join you” he replied with a grin, before picking the room phone up; “I’ll order breakfast so it’ll be here for when we’re finished, say 45 minutes?”

 You nodded silently, realising that the shower wasn’t going to be a ‘just get clean’ shower.

 -

 The shower had proven one thing; Henry was insatiable and had the stamina of a horse. He’d had you bent over from behind in the shower before you’d both cum, finally washing yourselves clean after that. As Henry shut the water off and stepped out he held out a hand to you, before wrapping a huge fluffy towel around your body and pressing a kiss to your nose. A knock at the suite door interrupted, Henry wrapping a towel around his waist as you started to dry yourself.

 Emerging from the steamy bathroom a few minutes later, you’d tied the soft robe that was provided by the hotel around you and found Henry setting out the trays of breakfast on the table that only an hour before he’d been fucking you on;

 “Breakfast is served! What would you like; waffles? Fruit?”

 “Yes, it all sounds amazing”

 You sat beside each other quietly eating, before Henry sat back and smiled at you;

 “What would you like to do today?”

 You shrugged;

 “I hadn’t really thought about it to be honest… I wasn’t expecting an overnight stay at a hotel, so I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothes. I guess just head home after doing a walk a shame through reception in my evening dress”

 Henry stood suddenly, holding a finger up in a ‘just a moment’ way, crossing the room and disappearing to the bedroom. You heard the quiet woosh of the sliding wardrobe doors opening, and moments later he reappeared carrying a number of bright yellow giftbags with ‘Selfridges’ emblazoned across them;

 “I thought of that…”

 He set the bags onto the table in front of you, and you raised an eyebrow;

 “Hen… what’s in the bags…”

 “An anti-walk-of-shame kit” You stood and looked into the bags, before starting to pull out their contents as he continued to explain; “I wasn’t sure what to get, or what the weather would be doing, so I got a few choices…”

 Pulling a floaty summer dress from one bag you held it against you and twirled around, revelling in the way the fabric drifted on the breeze. Checking the label you saw that it was the right size, before setting it down and going through the other bags. You found a pair of comfortable velvet sliders that your feet would certainly welcome after wearing the high heels the night before, a cardigan, and a bikini that looked incredibly tiny along with some lace panties. Another bag contained travel sized toiletries and a hairbrush. Another held a pale tracksuit in the softest of jersey fabrics. You set everything back into their bags and looked at Henry;

 “Thank you…. Is this normal for you?”

 “No, not at all” he wrapped his arms around your waist; “With everything that happened this week, I wanted to treat you, surprise you with a night that couldn’t beat any other night you’d ever had with anyone in your past”

 “What if I hadn’t said yes to staying the night?”

 “Then I would have taken all this back to my place for you to use there” he shrugged and a smile on his lips.

 “And why the bikini?”

 “Oh, there’s a pool here, thought we could make use of it before lunch?”

 -

 The sight of Henry in swimming trunks was enough to make you want to drop to your knees, the fabric closely cropped around the tops of his massive thighs, and the way his dick bulged obscenely in them, well, you were glad you were the only ones making use of the pool. Your bikini that he’d chosen for you wasn’t much better, the top merely two triangles of fabric with an array of straps, the bottoms just about covering your pussy but not a lot else. You were thankful for the robes the hotel provided for your short trip to where the pool was. 

 Once you were in the water however the playful side came out of both of you, hands sneaking under the water for surreptitious squeezes and caresses. Just at the point where Henry was about to have you pressed against the wall of the pool you heard the door open to the pool room, and a family with three kids came in, the kids dive bombing into the water. You both laughed at their excitement of swimming in a high-rise, the views over London just as stunning as in every other room, and as the parents apologised for the kids you told them it wasn’t a problem at all;

 “We were just about to get into the jacuzzi anyway”

 “We were?” Henry muttered but didn’t argue as you led him up the steps and quickly sank down into the hot bubbling waters, the jacuzzi just around the corner from the pool. You were in the same room but thankfully out of sight, and the second the two of you were enveloped by the bubbles Henry pulled you to sit on his lap, facing away from him. 

 “There are camera’s here” he whispered in your ear; “But they can’t see what happens underwater…”

 His fingers snuck into your bikini bottoms, seeking out your folds before rubbing against your clit. Resting your head back against his shoulder, to anyone watching it would seem you are just a couple in each other’s arms; what they couldn’t see was Henry already had two fingers knuckle deep within you. He was grinding his dick into your ass when you let the water float you above his lap enough for him to tug his shorts down just enough to free himself, before he pulled you down and you sank onto his hardness. 

 As you watched the city go about its day Henry whispered utter filth into your ear, his hips making the tiniest of thrusts beneath the water, his fingers rubbing hard against your clit as you did your absolute best not to moan, sigh, or give anything away above the water that you had Henry’s massive dick plundering you yet again, this time in public. 

 His breaths were getting shorter in your ear and you had almost bitten through your lip from trying not to moan at the pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach, so when Henry’s other hand snuck inside your top and pinched at your nipple you let out a tiny grunt and started to cum, the tightness of your walls contracting around him setting his own orgasm off.

 Soon after you climbed out having rearranged your swimwear, pulling your robes on before nodding to the family that were blissfully unaware of what you’d just done, their kids having been squealing and screaming far more than you two ever could.

 -

 Back at the room and showering again, you laughed as you playfully slapped away Henry’s hands as he kept trying to grab your ass in the shower, before finally turning and cupping his balls;

 “Henry, give these two a rest, they’re almost empty… gotta save something for my afternoon snack…”

 He grunted as you carefully washed him down of the soapy suds that covered his cock and balls, before kissing him once. As he soaped your back his voice was quiet;

 “What would you like to do now? Head out somewhere? Borough Market is just across the road… Or it’s just a short walk down the embankment to tower bridge… we could be proper tourists for the day”

 “That sounds good”

 -

 Sipping on the multiberry smoothie you’d bought as you and Henry had looked around Borough Market, the pair of you slowly strolled along the embankment alongside the River Thames. There was little to no breeze which you were truly thankful for as the dress he’d bought you was shorter than you were expecting, however he certainly wasn’t complaining and rather vocally had expressed how much he enjoyed seeing you in it. With your fingers interlinked with his you were deep in thought as you sipped on your drink, walking in silence towards the ornate towers of Tower Bridge.

 “... Princess?”

 Stopping you turned to Henry;

 “Yes? Sorry, did you say…?”

 Henry quietly laughed;

 “I have in fact been wittering away for the entire length of the embankment… what’s on your mind?”

 You saw a bench and nodded to it, Henry following you as you sat down;

 “My roommate has told me he wants to sell the flat”

 “Oh… I didn’t realise you had a roommate… and a ‘he’ at that…”

 You sat back and looked at him, raising an eyebrow;

 “Are you... Are you jealous?”

 He leant forwards, resting his elbows on his knees. Taking a deep breath, he let out a single laugh before shaking his head;

 “No… yes… kind of…”

 “You don’t need to be. He’s gay. He’s out of the country for nine months of the year. When he is in the country, he’s barely at home with the hours he does”

 “What does he do?”

 “Paparazzi photographer. He’ll be here for a few months in the springtime… when it’s warm enough for celebs to be here for holidays and shopping. Usually starts with the Brit awards in February and is gone by May”

 “Where does he sleep?”

 “In his room of course”

 “His… room?”

 You stood, getting frustrated at the points Henry was focusing on;

 “Yes, his room. The door off the right of the living room. That’s his room”

 “Oh”

 That was it. He didn’t say another word, instead just looked down at his hands. And it annoyed you. This man, this gorgeous, kind, caring man, the same man you had thought of and nothing else for the past few weeks, who had been your knight in shining armour, was suddenly focusing on such a small detail of your life and becoming jealous of it? The longer you looked at him the longer he kept his gaze averted, saying nothing.

 You’d stayed long enough, silently you turned, the lump in your throat growing as you walked away, tossing the remains of your drink in the nearest bin. You didn’t look back. If he was going to be like that over something so tiny, perhaps you’d fallen too hard for him.

Chapter 8 >>>

[watchmegetobsessed]

Prom - Shawn Mendes

WARNING: IT’S A SMUT!! hope yall will like it ;)))

masterlist

The limo comes to a stop and all your friends start cheering, along with you. It takes some time for all the girls to get out without ruining their dresses, but when everyone is out you line up for a picture with the fancy vehicle. You stand on the right end striking your best pose as one of the guys takes some photos of you. Your beige dress is hugging your body just perfectly, showing off your curves, the fabric has a subtle shine, grabbing the attention just slightly.

“Let’s get inside!” someone cheers a bit too enthusiastically, bringing a smile to your lips, but as everyone starts moving inside you stay.

“You’re not coming?” your best friend asks you nodding towards the entrance. The music is blasting through the door, and it’s obvious the party is going amazing inside, but you need to do one thing before going inside.

“Go ahead, I’ll be there in a sec,” you smile at her and she already knows what it’s about. She returns the smile before leaving you alone as you reach for your clutch.

You fish your phone out and go to your contacts to dial Shawn’s number. You watch the excited students walk inside around you as you wait for him to answer the call. It’s ringing forever before you finally hear his faint voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hey!” His voice is a bit muffled, almost distant, but you ignore it thinking he might just be on his way to dinner or something.

“Hey, just wanted to hear your voice,” you smile to yourself.

“Are you already there? How is the party?” he asks.

“I’m here, but I haven’t been inside. I just wish you were here,” you mumble sadly.

You really wanted Shawn to be there with you at prom, but he just couldn’t make it. It’s completely understandable, you’ve been dating for long enough to know his lifestyle is just too hectic right now with the tour and extra gigs in between the two legs, but still, you really wished to spend this night with the guy you love so much.

“Baby, don’t break my heart,” he sighs.

Shawn’s been feeling extremely guilty for missing prom, he obviously wanted to be your date, and when he told you he wouldn’t make it you really thought he would start crying. He felt like he let you down even though you totally understood it.

“Okay, I’m done. What are you doing right now?” you start changing the topic so neither of you hurts. You wait for his answer, but it comes after a hesitant pause.

“Just um… heading out for dinner with the guys. Nothing special.”

“Okay then why do you sound so sus?” A confused chuckle leaves your lips as you change the phone from one ear to the other.

“Sus? I’m not sus!” he defends himself and I hear someone talking to him in the background.

“Who was that?” you ask not really recognizing the voice.

“Just Andrew. Babe, I gotta go, but call me when you get home, okay? I wanna hear everything from tonight.”

“Sure.” A faint smile appears on your face as disappointment washes over your body. You really hoped to talk to him a little longer before you go in.

“Alright, love you!”

“Love you too,” you reply, but by the time you end the sentence the line is already dead.

It totally kills your vibe. You cling onto your clutch as you make your way inside and try to pull your best fake smile out. Someone gets you a drink as you join your friends, your hips gently rocking to the rhythm of the music. The theme is enchanted forest, not too original, but the decoration looks amazing, you have to admit. The photo corner is pretty extra and you mentally note not to forget to take photos with your friends.

You secretly keep checking your phone hoping to see some nice words from Shawn, but nothing comes. An hour goes by, you dance, mingle, talk and try to have fun, but you feel like you need some time out. You leave the dance floor and take a seat at a table sipping on your drink. The DJ seems quite into his set, you zone out on his rhythmical moving on the stage, the lights dancing around him, and your mind just kind of goes blank for a few moments. When someone grabs onto your arm you jump at the sudden touch.

“Y/N!” your best friend gasps excited, shaking your arm.

“What?!” you snap in confusion.

“He is here!”

“Who?” you ask still not knowing what she is talking about.

“Me. I’m here.”

The familiar voice freezes you and at first you don’t even process where it’s coming from. Your friend steps aside and your eyes catch your boyfriend standing there, in a very fancy tuxedo and the widest smile on his perfectly shaped lips. You slowly stand up, mouth hanging open as your brain is having a hard time to believe your eyes.

“Shawn?” you question a bit dumbly. He chuckles at your reaction closing the distance between the two of you, his hands gently sliding to your hips. Leaning down he kisses your cheek and you finally get back in touch with reality. He is here, at prom, looking hot as always and the whole school is staring at you right now.

It’s a well-known fact that you are dating Shawn, you’ve made it official a couple of months ago, but this is the first time people in your school see together with him. You see a couple of students taking their phones out and take pictures which would normally annoy you, but right now you couldn’t care less.

“I’m sorry if I sounded weird on the phone, but I just touched down and I had to be fast to get here before it ends,” he apologizes. Your hands slide up on his biceps to the back of his neck.

“I knew you were up to something,” you grin at him narrowing your eyes.

“I wanted to surprise you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here earlier, but-“

“Shh,” you cut him off. “I’m so happy you are here,” you whisper leaning closer and finally capturing his lips in a kiss.

“By the way, you look absolutely gorgeous. What do you say, should we take a photo at the photo corner?” he asks with a cheeky smile and you are just too excited to describe with words.

The next hour you two do all the cliché things you were dreaming about before. After posing for a couple of photos Shawn meets your friends, then you slow dance, you watch the prom king and queen get crowned with Shawn standing behind you, his arms around your waist whispering how you are the real queen in the room.

Later you are sitting on his lap at the table, just casually talking with your circle of friends, Shawn nuzzles his nose against your neck, peppers your shoulder with soft kisses from time to time, making you feel warm and loved. His hands are on your stomach, but sometimes they wander down to your thighs, giving them some gentle strokes. For an outsider it all seems like him showing his affection in a gentle way, but you know him better than that.

He is getting horny.

You know this from his actions and also by the fact that he has been situating himself under you, trying to deal with his growing erection, but you can feel everything through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Shawn…” you grin at him turning to the side to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, you just look so incredible,” be mumbles, his rosy cheeks turning even redder.

“You look hot too.” It’s the first time you’ve seen him in a tuxedo and you are obsessed with it. It’s got your imagination going wild. It’s getting harder to control your own body’s reaction.

“Is there a spot where we can…” he whispers into your ear making you gasp, but it’s also making it harder for you to sit still.

“This is my school, Shawn.”

“So what? I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be the first couple to have sex here,” he chuckles making your jaw drop to the ground.

“That’s gross.”

“Baby, I need you. Please,” he begs mumbling against your skin. Thinking about it you look around and your eyes fall to the door that leads to the bathrooms. Biting into your bottom lip you standup and pull Shawn with you, making sure to cover his situation with your figure.

Without a word you pull him after you, heading to the bathrooms. These are not very used, everyone prefers the ones in the locker rooms, they are more spacious so you are hoping to find the girls toilet empty. Excitement is boiling your blood as you grab the handle with one hand, holding Shawn’s hand with the other. Pushing the door open all your dreams come true when you see there is no one inside. You pull Shawn inside, and show the door closed, locking it and silently thanking God there is a lock on that damn door.

The moment the lock clicks Shawn presses you against the door, your lips colliding, hands all over each other.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he mumbles against your skin as his lips travel down on your neck. He tries to wiggle your dress up, but doesn’t really succeed, so you take control while he undoes his pants and lets them hang around his ankles.

A few moments later your panties land on the ground and he lifts you up, back pressed against the cold door, making you moan. Shawn lifts his head cautiously.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks worried. You shake your head pulling him in for another kiss.

“Don’t stop,” you plead and you don’t have to say it twice.

Pulling his boxers down the tip of his cock touches your clit, making you shiver immediately.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he whispers into your lips, hungrily sucking on your lower lip as you are struggling to breathe normally.

“Shawn, please,” you moan in total ecstasy.

It’s not the time and place to be slow and take your time with each other. That’s for the bedroom when you are alone, now you have to be fast before someone catches you and makes headlines of your quickie on your prom night.

Shawn reaches down, adjusts his length to your opening before slowly sliding into you. The fulfilling feeling makes you roll your eyes back as you hold onto his broad shoulders. He starts moving slowly, but picks up his pace pretty soon.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his thrusts never falling out of rhythm.

Your climax is building up, you are so close to the end and he just keeps going while his lips nib on the sensitive skin on your neck.

“Shawn!” you moan his name, while he fastens his pace.

His orgasm comes right before yours, you both struggle to hold back your loud moans not wanting anyone to hear you. His thrusts slow down and eventually stop. He rests his forehead against yours, both of your trying to catch your breath. He gently puts you down and you reach for a few paper towels to clean yourself. A few minutes later your panties are back on, just like his pants and you are both fixing your after-sex hair in the mirror.

“Wait, let me help you,” you tell him reaching up and running your fingers through his soft curls. “All done,” you smile him pecking his lips slowly. “Thank you,” you whisper to him.

“For the sex, or…?” he asks jokingly, and you smack his arm gently.

“For being the best boyfriend ever,” you answer anyway. He cups your face in his hands as he plasters a soft kiss to your nose.

“I know it’s not easy with me, but… I want to try my best to give you everything you deserve. And you deserved a perfect prom night. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say grinning at him in awe. “But… let’s get back before they catch us. We don’t need a scandal, right?”

“Right,” he chuckles before you leave the bathroom.

[jeanstoppable]

20th & 21st OF OCTOBER

~change the channel~ (substitute)

~island in the sun~

(A/N: I cannot, for the life of me, make these prompts shorter. But anyways, here’s some more of my Cyberpunk oc and a bit of world building)

WARNING: Mentions of Drug Use/Dark themes

The door shut with a soft click, the metal barrier cancelling out the harsh and turbulent noise of the downpour outside, as a clear ping pierced the silence of the room, signalling the automatic lock being completed.

I tossed the drenched sling bag somewhere on the floor, hearing it land but not bothering to check where, and started peeling the equally wet jacket off my torso, leaving me in a sleeveless black top.

I should take a shower first. I thought. But my legs didn’t move towards the bathroom to my far right, instead my eyes were fixated on the desk beside my bed, and then gradually brought them up on the old painting displayed right above it.

Later. This can’t wait. Heart and mind decided, I shuffled over to the desk in a sense of urgency, grabbed the painting by its sides and then plucked it from the hook. Flipping the frame around, a black plate covered the back of the canvas. With familiar ease, I slid my fingers across the upper corner edges and found the latch, successfully unfastening the plate to unveil a couple of worn-out journals hidden inside. Untouched.

A breath of relief escaped me, my fear of the notebooks being discovered momentarily disappearing.

I picked out the one I’ve been using as of late—the tenth one if I recall correctly, since I’ve already used up every bit of space from the others—and opened the journal where it had a bookmark.

The yellowed blank pages were a frequent sight as I ran a hand across the smooth surface while my other hand pulled a pen from a cup that was also holding a heap of markers and then started writing my thoughts—

It was a common enough phrase.

“CHANGE THE CHANNEL”

It doesn’t pique interest, at least to...someone like me, so it shouldn’t raise any suspicions, right?

I hovered the nib of the pen slightly above the paper, thinking if I should continue to write about the news we’ve received today. It was shocking enough that I even had to pinch myself a couple of times to see if I was dreaming or not because the news wasn’t just good nor great---it was the best fucking thing I’ve heard in years and it also just happens to be the one we’ve all been waiting for.

Setting down the pen, I reached for the hidden compartment again, took the very first journal I owned and then absently flipped through the filled pages, the crisp, crinkling sounds tenderly jogging my memory.

I stopped at the beginning of the notebook, a reminiscing smile graced my lips as I traced the old ink with the tip of a finger.

Don’t let anyone steal this.

I snorted, of course, this was written on the day I got my ass beat and left without so much of a coin in my pocket—thus, I was forced to resort to stealing. Strangely enough, this journal was the first thing I stole and to this day, I can’t seem to remember the reason why but I do remember how awful the act made me feel, the feeling lasted for days.

Nonetheless, those feelings subsided after getting accustomed to this lifestyle. Crime practically lived and breathed under my skin, these hands and feet of mine becoming my very own accomplices.

I closed my eyes as the usual barrage of emotions washed over me: disappointment, disgust, anger, hate—so much hate and all of it was directed at the only person I can blame at the moment.

Well to be fair, not once did I deny the indisputable fact that I hated how my life turned out, how everything turned out considering that there’s no one even left to impress, no one to see me pretend as if I wasn’t so horribly broken-down on the inside.

I hated how I was still here, anchored by some self-righteous bullshit I’d placed like a burden on my shoulders that one miserable night, a burden that still stubbornly carries the promise of changing the lives of so many other people.

My gaze landed on the scribbled date at the top of the page.

It’s been 6 years since the incident.

I breathed out my nose unevenly and closed the book with a snap, pushing it aside as I returned to the previous journal and picked up the pen to finish today’s log.

It’s happening.. It’s finally happening.

Today marks the fucking day of something revolutionary as we received reports, genuine physical reports, of a planned coup in all of five districts. And I know there had been a lot of them in the past and those who participated lost their lives after being executed on the spot… However, this time around, my gut tells me otherwise.

I think I mentioned this in my previous logs; it’s about the power balance shifting. It began to tip since last year and it hasn’t stopped till now. I fiercely believe that the power will eventually find its way back to us, as it rightfully should.

This was a long time coming after all. Years and years of effort had been put in just to dethrone those who forcefully robbed us of our lives and not just that---Our identities.. Our Family and friends. The voice itself of the public.

Letting out a tortured laugh, I wrote the end of the log:

CHANGE THE CHANNEL

Simple, dismissive and yet it holds the power of treason. It speaks the word of rebellion. I’m not afraid anymore because this phrase will take us one step closer to freedom.

. . .

“...Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Positive.”

I cast my partner a skeptical glance.

“...I’m 80% sure.” He nervously admitted, purposely avoiding my prodding eyes.

A huff of disbelief slipped past my lips as I demanded from him, “What did the message say anyway?”

“It was a recorded message programmed inside a toy, it only said the time and the address before self-destructing. But like I said, I don’t think I got any of the information wrong.”

“Maybe you misheard or missed something because this—”

I swallowed the sentence and did another scan of the building in front of us, our position from an empty terrace across the street granting us to overlook the supposed meeting place, the rendezvous as it turns out was a grand and luxurious night club.

It seemed that access was only given to those in the upper class but since it was fairly new and as far as rumors go, I heard it has an eccentricity to it, so the club wasn’t bustling like the other similar establishments scattered in the district. Still, entry to the venue remains as a privilege only to those who can afford to waste money, in this economy.

I eyed the flashy neon sign just above the main doors with slight distaste and a growing curiosity.

Island in the Sun

The name certainly snatches attention.

After seeing a bunch of people dressed in stylish clothes walk out, I run a hand through my hair, suddenly feeling a tiny bit insecure about what I’m wearing.

Hell, nothing about my attire was fancy by any means so I shot my partner another worried glance, “Do we really have no further means of communication with them? Do we really have to enter through the front? Can’t we just, you know, sneak inside a window? I mean, we don’t—we’re not—”

I gestured to his clothes and then mine, “We’ll stick out like sore fucking thumbs.”

“You do make a sound point.” He murmured and then lowered his goggles to finally address me, his grey orbs illuminated by the numerous bright neon signs, “I never expected our sponsor to be this...shameless? They’re practically waving their wealth in our faces, makes me wanna take a swipe at them.”

“Arman,” I quietly sighed, “What are we getting ourselves into?”

Is this what having cold feet feels like?

My partner surveyed me for a instant before having the nerve to roll his eyes, “Just treat this as one of our regular heists, Sonya. Aren’t you the least excited to experience what it’s like partying with the upper class?”

I stayed silent, not bothering to tell him that I did have prior experience, and just rubbed my temples, a headache forming at the prospect of how tonight will go.

“Time for a channel change.” My partner winked, his wise words partnered with the small gesture cracked my lips into a smile.

He then put a hand under his chin, thinking carefully as he relayed more of his thoughts, “And maybe get laid by the end of the night.” This time, I was the one to roll my eyes and got a glower from him in exchange.

“You could use it as well… When’s the last time you—”

“Shut the fuck up, Arman.” I tried snapping back but it turned into a laugh instead.

He only grinned toothily, looking guilty but proud, “Less nervous?”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“Wait.” He said all of a sudden.

I raised a brow in question, my hands already gripping onto the rails, poised to scale down at any moment.

“Clothes.” Arman waved a hand and I grimaced.

“Ah yeah, right.”

A terse silence passed before we both launched smirks at each other, the same heinous idea forming in our minds as he pointed towards a closed clothing shop a few blocks away.

“What say you for one more heist this evening? It won’t be as grandiose as the previous ones, I’m afraid.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

. . .

Your ass looks nice in that.

Yeah? I’m taking this one then.

...Well?

Your ass always looks great, Arman.

So you’re saying mine looks better? Thanks.

Wear a skirt and then we’ll talk.

Oh, Sonya, just watch and learn.

. . .

I leaned against a street light, scrutinising our target club while waiting for my partner to finish finding the ‘perfect outfit’ as he called it, his words not mine. In the end, I settled for a wine coloured fitted dress with a criss-cross pattern exposing my back, a black corset on top, a semi transparent blazer for my shoulders, and then I picked out simple knee length combat boots—in case the deal goes awry and we had to flee.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I peeked over and my jaw dropped as soon as I laid eyes on Arman.

He was wearing a skin tight turtleneck black dress, showing off his lean but toned figure, a beautiful velvet burgundy blazer that looked amazing on his broad shoulders and then his shoes were thick polished combat boots, almost same as mine, the only difference was his heels were an inch higher, making him look taller than he normally is.

I whistled in pure awe, “Damn, Island in the Sun is about to get a whole lot hotter.”

A smug expression graced his handsome features when he walked past me, swaying his ass deliberately, “Told you so,”

I huffed at his haughty but rightfully placed attitude and caught up to him, looping an arm around his, “Well, won’t you tell me—am I your designated arm candy or are you mine?”

“Why can’t we just be both?”

We toned down the volume of our conversation when we neared the establishment, Arman breaking off as he walked up to the main entrance. It was as we expected, one of the large bouncers blocked him immediately and then pointed to the side towards the long line of people waiting for their own turn.

Arman straightened his shoulders and crossed his arms, “We have an appointment with your employer.”

The bouncer examined my partner from head to toe, not looking the least convinced although the second after, he pressed a button on his collar, “Can you direct me to the boss’ line?”

“Hey!” A voice shouted off to the side where the line was, “Wait in line like the rest of—”

I whirled on whoever was speaking and gave them my most vicious glare, that person stopped in the middle of their sentence and then promptly averted their eyes. I scoffed at them.

“Boss, there’s two individuals here that say they have an appointment with you.” The bouncer said, nodding while listening to his receiver and then finally turned back to Arman, “I apologise but the boss doesn’t have any more appointments for tonight.”

Arman took this information calmly and then leaned in, a hand covering his lips as he whispered something to the bouncer, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.

The bouncer’s eyes widened, stared at Arnan and me before ultimately stepping aside, handing us two glowing yellow bracelets, “I’m sorry for the delay, the boss is expecting you.”

My partner brightened and accepted the bracelets, holding me by my wrist as he ushered us past the main entrance. Still confused about the whole ordeal, I reluctantly put on the accessory without saying a word, the bracelet giving a weird sting when it made contact with my skin, and then followed Arman inside.

“What was that?” I asked the moment we’re left alone.

“Did you forget why we’re here?” He quipped back cheerfully and the realisation struck me later than I would have liked.

“...What do you think this is for?” I changed the subject to both our glowing bracelets, raising mine to my eye level just to get a good look at it.

“I don’t know. Gimmicks?” Arman absently rubbed his, faintly knotting his eyebrows and then started inspecting the empty hallway we were walking through, “For a club named Island in the Sun, it doesn’t seem very hot.”

We reached the end of the hallway and the doors opened upon sensing us, revealing another set of corridors, three to be exact that split into different directions: There was muffled music coming from our right, while there’s really faint sounds of people chattering to the left, and then nothing from the one ahead of us.

I took a step towards the middle corridor, figuring it was where we needed to go but Arman blocked an arm in my way, “Don’t you want to check out the other rooms? We might as well explore before we get kicked out after our appointment.”

My expression definitely disapproved of the idea and he could see that, although I think I might’ve surprised him when I agreed to his request, “No more than five minutes.”

His grey orbs gleamed with excitement, “I’ll go this way,” he pointed to the right, “Take the left.” With that said, Arman pivoted and headed for the direction with the music, and I walked towards the left corridor.

The doors were glass so I’d seen what was inside while waiting for them to open.

I scrunched my brows in bewilderment at what awaited me. The room was massive so to say and furthermore, it has a second floor filled with—What were those? There were these weird opaque bubbles that had a hatch on the front with a keypad beside it and almost all of them were lit, vague silhouettes of people moving to and fro inside but nothing more than that.

My eyes landed on the pit with a glass dome in the centre, a couple of people were lounging on long circular couches whilst socialising with each other. I was so focused on the bizarre scene that I didn’t notice the doors sliding open and the cyborg standing off to the side, making me almost jump when it had announced itself.

WELCOME. WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCURE AN ISLAND?

“I---uh, what...does that mean exactly?” I awkwardly rubbed my nape, feeling the need to occupy my shaking hands as I peered up at the cyborg.

WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DEMONSTRATE HOW OUR ISLANDS WORK?

I simply nodded and the cyborg’s eyes immediately flashed bright, projecting a hologram into the empty space between us, leaving me to watch in wonder as a 3D model of one of the bubbles appeared.

ESSENTIALLY, OUR SPHERICAL ISLANDS ARE DESIGNED TO SERVE AS ADVANCED PRIVATE SUITS FOR SPECIAL CUSTOMERS. ITS CURVED WALLS ARE BUILT-IN WITH HIGH POWERED LED SCREENS THAT LETS YOU PROJECT ANY KIND OF SCENERY YOU’D PREFER AND IT’S ALSO COMPLETE WITH FURNITURE THAT CAN SATISFY TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOUR NEEDS.

The holograms changed and now it showed one of those glowing bracelets.

WHILE YOU’RE INSIDE THE CLUB, WE WILL ALSO EXCLUSIVELY PROVIDE YOU WITH OUR CLUB’S HOTTEST PRODUCT TO MAKE YOUR NIGHT BETTER AND MORE ENJOYABLE.

I frowned, asking warily, “Product?”

I’M PROHIBITED TO EXPLAIN ANY FURTHER DETAILS OF THE PRODUCT. HOWEVER, YOU CAN FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF THROUGH ONE OF OUR ISLANDS, THE PIT, OR IN THE PARTY ROOM.

Something cold settled in my stomach, “The party room...it’s the room opposite this one , right?”

CORRECT. NOW, THAT YOU ARE AWARE OF OUR CLUB’S COMMODITIES, WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCURE AN ISLAND?

I shook my head, about to refuse the offer when a question crossed my mind, “...How much is one island?”

The cyborg turned off the projection and turned its gaze downwards, scanning my bracelet through its lens.

NO PAYMENT NEEDED FOR VIP CUSTOMERS.

“VIP...?” My throat dried up as I covered the bracelet on my wrist with a hand, “I...won’t be taking an island, thank you.” The cyborg merely bowed and then went back to its corner, waiting for someone new to serve.

“Shit, I have a bad feeling about this.” I said to myself, returning to the intersection from before and making my way towards the party room.

The moment the doors slid open, the music hit me and my eardrums in full blast. I winced at the intensity of it and more so at the large crowd dancing and grooving to the loud beat. It was difficult to even hear my own voice. I internally groaned, how am I supposed to find him at this rate?

Keeping my eyes sharp despite it being extremely dark and the occasional blinding strobe lights, I moved through the mob of people pressed against one another, awkwardly bumping into some people dancing and then sometimes getting pushed back. I bit my lip, refraining from picking a fight as I held on to my rapidly waning patience.

All of a sudden, someone slapped a hand to my ass and the leash briefly snapped—I quickly rounded on that person, a fist almost flying out when I saw that the hand belonged to a man a couple of inches shorter than me with a greasy sneer on his face.

“Do that again...” I fisted his shirt and followed with a violent promise, “And you’ll go home left-handed.” I threatened, my voice brimming with spite.

Once I saw the frightened understanding in his eyes, I released him and turned away. “Arman, you better show yourself right now.” I growled.

Finally, I spotted a familiar burgundy jacket behind a pillar and I set my sights on it, carelessly pushing my way through, ignoring the curses and rude remarks of the people I shoved because I have had enough of this.

I shouldn’t have to search for him.

As I got closer to the pillar, I only noticed then that he was making out with someone. Oh you’re dead. My fingers shot out to grab the shoulder of the man I’ve been searching for, ready to cuss at him till his ears fall off.

“Oi! What the fuck happened to five minutes?!”

I halted as I met face to face with a stranger, and not at all my partner, “A-ah, I’m sorry I thought you were—“ My eyes flicked towards the person standing beside them.

“Arman!” I shouted, obviously relieved to see him alright but then remembered I was still pissed off, “What the hell? I was looking all over for you!”

His eyebrows creased for a moment before a loopy smile graced his lips, “Sonya! I’m sorry, I got a bit distracted…” Arman’s gaze trailed off to the side but at the same time, he gripped the waist of the man he kissed earlier closer to his body.

I gawked at him. Honestly speechless. But then I lashed out a hand to circle around his wrist, the one with that damned bracelet, and discovered that the yellow glow was at half now.

This was their exclusive product.

I fumed as I took out a spare light from the pocket of my blazer and yanked his head down to my level, “Let me see your fucking eyes.”

I shined the light on them and noticed how bloodshot they were, his pupils were unusually blown wide. I cursed again, letting out my frustrations, “Arman, you’re blazed!”

“What?! No, no, no. I-I haven’t taken any.” He stumbled over his words, making me doubt him even more.

“Excuse me.” A new voice piped in.

I flipped my attention to Arman’s...date? Lover? Who the hell cares, I completely forgot he was even there, “Aren’t you being a bit rude? Who are you anyways?” The man asked snobbishly while squinting at me.

I glared back, a dangerous smile framing my painted lips, “I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?”

“Sonya!” Arman yelled in disbelief.

The man mouth hung open and then tried explaining himself, “I-I’m—“

I held up a finger, “You know what, I don’t give a rat’s ass.” Locking an arm around Arman’s, I pulled him away from the man and roughly dragged him across the dance floor and towards the exit.

Once we got back to the main hallway, I let him go and stared him down with my arms placed on my hips, “What was that, Arman?” I gritted out, trying to be as calm as I can without blowing a fuse.

“Give me a minute.” He panted, “It’s so damn hot, ugh.”

“What are you saying, you’ve only been in there for less than twenty minutes.” I looked at him confused but then clearly saw the heavy perspiration forming on his skin, “Hey...you’re sweating really bad.”

“I’m sorry, Sonya.” He apologised, breathing large gulps of air while leaning on the wall, “I’m sorry you had to cover for me back there.”

My gaze softened as I stood beside him, “It’s nothing…”

“I know I really screwed up for not being careful, but I swear—Sonya, I swear I didn’t take any drugs.” Arman gripped my arms, looking me wildly in the eyes.

“Don’t worry..I believe you.” I assured him, wiping the sweat off his forehead, “It might’ve been that stuck-up date of yours, did you notice him touch your bracelet while you were together?”

He opened his mouth and then clamped it shut, a deeply disturbed expression slowly contorted his features, “Yeah...Yeah, he did.”

I let out a rough exhale, controlling the rage that sweeped me off, now twice as strong, “If I ever see that fucker—“

A hand on my shoulder pulled my attention back as I faced Arman, letting him see the murderous expression on my features.

“The appointment.” He reminded me softly.

“...Right…right. Are you sure you’re okay now?”

He pushed off the wall and gave me a tiny smile that broke my heart.

“...You know, you’re giving Tilly a run for her money—I mean, showing up to a sponsor’s meeting high? Not even she has the balls to do that.”

Arman chuckled, a dark look passing his expression as he bitterly said, “I bet that they’re expecting us to attend already intoxicated.”

I hummed in agreement, “So, our first sponsor’s a drug enthusiast, huh?”

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

TBC

(A/N: I WAS SUPPOSED TO INCLUDE MEETING THE BOSS BUT ITS TOO LONG wowowow, these prompts are now integrated into my story, I swear I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this—but ANYWAYS. I’m kinda living for this unhinged oc of mine, and this duo?? I had so much fun writing about theit dynamic. However sad to say, this will be the last of them for now... as it goes, i must move on to other ignored ocs PEACEEE)

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Learning Calligraphy Strokes: Easy Tips For Beginners

Embarking on the journey of calligraphy can truly transform the simple act of writing into an art form that captures the beauty of expression. As you immerse yourself in the world of elegant inks and flowing letters, "Learning Calligraphy Strokes: Easy Tips for Beginners" is your friendly guide to mastering the basics. With step-by-step instructions and practical advice, this article empowers you to develop your unique style while laying a solid foundation in calligraphic technique. Whether you’re picking up a calligraphy pen for the first time or looking to refine your existing skills, this piece is poised to help you flourish in this timeless craft.

Understanding Basic Calligraphy Tools

Getting into calligraphy is exciting! The art of beautiful handwriting can be a satisfying and calming hobby. Let's start with the foundation of calligraphy: understanding the tools you'll work with. You'll find that with the right tools, the intricate dance of pen against paper becomes a much more delightful experience. Choosing the Right Pen Your choice of pen is crucial. As you embark on this calligraphic journey, you’ll encounter a range of pens, from fountain pens to dip pens to brush pens. Selecting a pen depends on the kind of calligraphy you want to practice. Fountain pens are great for convenience, whereas dip pens offer a traditional feel and greater flexibility. Regardless of your preference, ensure the pen feels comfortable in your hand and suits your style. Types of Nibs and Their Uses Nibs, the pointed metal part of the pen that comes in contact with the paper, are diverse. Broad nibs work well for Gothic or Italic scripts, while pointed nibs are ideal for scripts that have thick and thin lines, such as Copperplate or Spencerian. Experiment with different nib types to see which create the shapes and styles you prefer. Selecting Quality Paper Quality paper is essential to prevent ink bleeding or feathering. Opt for paper that is smooth but with enough texture to provide good traction for your nib. Cotton and parchment papers are popular choices as they're gentle on nibs and absorb ink well. Your paper choice can significantly affect the final outcome of your work. Ink Varieties and Their Properties Inks come in various compositions, colors, and viscosities. Water-based inks are great for beginners due to their ease of use. However, you might also want to explore pigmented inks, which are more vibrant and permanent. Pay attention to how different inks flow from your nib, dry on paper, and whether they are waterproof or not.

The Calligraphy Workspace Setup

Creating a comfortable and efficient workspace is key to enjoying your calligraphy practice. It’s important to set up an area that inspires creativity and allows you to work for hours without discomfort. Organizing Your Space for Efficiency Keep your workspace tidy and organized. Have your pens, inks, paper, and other tools within easy reach. Consider using holders or stands for your pens and a storage solution for your nibs and inks. This way, you can focus more on your practice without disruptions. Proper Lighting and Seating Good lighting is important to avoid straining your eyes. Natural light is best, but if that’s not available, ensure you have a soft but bright desk lamp. Your seat should be comfortable and support a good posture. Adjust your chair so that your feet are flat on the ground and your back is straight. Protecting Your Work Surface Ink spills are not uncommon in calligraphy. Protect your work surface with a desk pad or some blotting paper. It’s practical and it also provides a consistent background that can aid in lining up your letters properly.

Getting Familiar with Calligraphy Terms

To excel in calligraphy, it helps to speak the language! Understanding common terms will make it easier to follow tutorials and communicate with fellow calligraphers. Stroke Types Basic strokes are the building blocks of calligraphy letters. A stroke is simply a line; however, how you create that line defines the type of stroke—downstroke, upstroke, horizontal stroke, or overhead stroke are all terms you'll become familiar with. Letter Anatomy Starting from the baseline, where your letters sit, to the ascender line, where your lowercase letters reach their top height, understanding letter anatomy is vital. You’ll also hear about terms like x-height, the space between the baseline and the height of a lowercase letter 'x', and descender line, where letters with tails go below the baseline. Common Calligraphy Scripts Calligraphy has a rich history with countless scripts. Some common scripts include Italic, known for its slanted and elegant form, and Copperplate, with its fine hairlines and pronounced thick downstrokes. Scripts like Blackletter are bold and medieval, whereas Spencerian is delicate and ornate.

The Basic Strokes of Calligraphy

Master the basic strokes and you are well on your way to forming beautiful letters. These elementary components will soon combine to become fluid, expressive calligraphy. The Downstroke The downstroke is the simplest stroke, created by pulling the pen downwards on the paper. It's often the thickest stroke in calligraphic scripts that use a pointed nib, as you naturally apply more pressure on the downward motion. The Upstroke The upstroke is the light, delicate stroke you get by gently pushing the pen upwards on the paper. It should be considerably thinner than your downstrokes, which results in the contrast that calligraphy is known for. Transition Strokes Transition strokes link other strokes and can be the most challenging. They require you to smoothly transition from thin to thick lines or vice versa. This creates the curved strokes that define the aesthetics of your letters. Creating Consistent Widths Consistency in stroke width is essential for a cohesive look. Practice making your downstrokes and upstrokes uniform in thickness. Using guidelines can help maintain this consistency until it becomes second nature.

Practicing Fundamental Shapes

Before jumping into lettering, focus on creating basic shapes. They're the foundation for constructing letters and will help you refine your strokes. Mastering the Oval The oval is common in calligraphy, especially in lowercase letters like 'a', 'c', 'd', and 'g'. Ensuring your ovals have even pressure and consistent shape is important for elegant letterforms. Constructing Straight Lines Straight lines are the backbone of many letters. Practice making them vertical, horizontal, and diagonal until they are second nature. Remember to keep them as parallel as possible for uniformity. Curves and Loops Curves and loops add flair and style to letters, especially in scripts like cursive and Copperplate. Curves should be smooth and loops should maintain a consistent loop size depending on the letter. Combining Shapes to Form Letters Once comfortable with basic shapes, start combining them to form letters. Begin with simple letters and progress to more complex ones. You'll see how the same shapes take on different characteristics based on their combination and sequence.

Holding the Pen Correctly

The way you hold your pen affects your control and the final appearance of your calligraphy. A good grip is essential for creating beautiful art. Proper Grip for Control Your grip should be firm yet relaxed. Hold the pen so you have control but aren’t tensing your muscles unnecessarily. You want your movements to be fluid, not stiff. Pen Angle and Its Effects The angle at which you hold your pen influences the thickness of your strokes. For most calligraphy scripts, an angle between 30 to 60 degrees from the paper works best. Experiment to find what’s comfortable for you and what produces the desired effects. Adjusting Pressure Applying the right amount of pressure is key. Too much pressure can cause the ink to blob or your nib to catch on the paper, while too little can make your lines faint and inconsistent. Reducing Hand Fatigue To reduce hand fatigue, take regular breaks and ensure you’re not gripping the pen too tightly. Stretching your hands and fingers also helps prevent cramps and discomfort.

Starting with Simple Alphabets

Begin your practice with simpler alphabets before tackling more complex ones. This will build your confidence and skill level in a manageable way. The Importance of Drills Drills are repetitive exercises that help you master each stroke that makes up the letters. They're a great warm-up before starting a practice session and help refine your technique. Lowercase Letters Start with lowercase letters as they tend to be simpler and are used more frequently in writing. Pay special attention to common shapes and strokes that recur throughout the alphabet. Uppercase Letters Once lowercase letters feel comfortable, move on to uppercase letters. They usually have more complex shapes and can require more intricate stroke combinations. Numbers and Punctuation Marks Don't neglect numbers and punctuation marks! They are an integral part of writing and should match the style of your alphabetic characters.

Developing Muscle Memory

Like learning an instrument or a new sport, calligraphy requires developing muscle memory through repetition and practice. Repetition and Practice Repetition is key to ingraining the movements in your muscle memory. Practice consistently, even if it’s just for a short time each day. Creating Practice Routines Establish a regular practice routine. Whether it’s daily or several times a week, a consistent practice schedule will yield the best results. Tracking Progress Keep old works to track your progress. Seeing improvements over time can be encouraging and is a valuable tool for understanding where more practice is needed. Muscle Memory and Calligraphy When your muscles remember the strokes, you'll be able to focus on creativity rather than the mechanics of movement. This leads to a more enjoyable and fluid calligraphy experience.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

While it’s normal to make mistakes when you're beginning, being aware of common pitfalls can help in avoiding them. Ignoring Basic Stroke Techniques Don’t rush into fancy scripts without mastering the basic strokes. These are the foundation of all calligraphy and should not be neglected. Rushing the Learning Process Take your time. Calligraphy is an art that requires patience. Rushing might lead to developing bad habits that are hard to unlearn. Neglecting Proper Maintenance of Tools Keep your pens clean and your nibs in good condition. Proper tool maintenance prolongs the life of your equipment and ensures the best performance. Failing to Correct Posture and Grip Ignoring your posture and grip can lead to discomfort and injury, as well as poor calligraphy techniques. Make sure you're sitting comfortably and holding the pen correctly right from the start.

The Journey of Mastering Calligraphy

Calligraphy is a journey rather than a destination. Enjoy each stage of learning and be proud of your progress. Setting Milestones and Goals Set realistic goals and celebrate when you achieve them. Whether it's mastering a new script or completing a project, milestones are motivating and satisfying. The Importance of Patience Patience is perhaps the most important virtue in calligraphy. Understand that progress takes time and practice. Finding Your Unique Calligraphy Voice As you become more experienced, you'll start to develop your own style. Embrace it! Your unique calligraphy voice is your signature. Continuing Education and Practice Never stop learning. There's always a new script to learn, a new technique to try, or a workshop to attend. Your calligraphy journey is an endless horizon of creative exploration. Read the full article

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Erotica - Epilogue - (M)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: SMUT Summary: You’re a rookie porn actress on the rise and everything goes well until you get offered a role in a big-budget porn movie, starring the most famous actor in the porn industry. Words: 2515 Warning: Read at your own risk Erotica was banned from the Tumblr search engine so it appears nowhere no matter which tags I use and you can only find it in my masterlist or in your dashboard. Might as well link the previous chapters and my masterlist here lol 

MASTERLIST 

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Epilogue -

Epilogue

Im Jaebum is funny.

You wouldn’t be able to explain the past two years without wailing. He has one or two flaws, most of them involving his laziness but nothing out of the ordinary.

It’s like he was made for you.

Today is the last day of his career. Jaebum has an interview for one of these magazines you always refused to appear in and he will be done with porn forever. It’s a day to celebrate, not only because you’re both out of the porn industry, but also because it’s the beginning of a new life.
 Erotica made you earn a lot of money and allowed Jaebum to invest into an old building to transform it into an apartment complex.

So naturally, he left this job after months of struggling with the idea of dating someone who regularly has sex with other people. It was hard for Jaebum, but he had no other choice.

It’s the first serious talk you both had, right after your first official night as a couple. You ended up accepting the fact that he had to keep working until the end of his contract, just like he had to accept the fact that you too, had other things planned before quitting.

You found yourself stopping before he did and started looking for another job, while he filmed his last movies as JB the porn star.

Tonight is a celebration yet Jaebum insisted on staying home and enjoy a peaceful night together. He brought food and wine, along with a pretty necklace that he insisted you should wear every minute of your life.

Your stomach is still full as you’re lying flat on your bed. It’s a hot summer day and not even the cool breeze is enough to electrify your moist body. You’re somehow lost in your thoughts, from the stress coming along with your new job to the relationship you’ve spent month building with Jaebum.

Said Jaebum aims for your attention when he sees you all spaced out, visibly full of food and ready to doze off.

He refuses to blame your hazy state on the slow sex you both just had.

“What are you thinking about?” He takes in the sight of your naked body, hand pressing against your burning skin as he leans a little bit to rest his head over your body. He finds shelter near your hipbone where he nibs at the skin before blowing cool air over it. “You look so serious.”

Jaebum isn’t used to you being so unaware of your surroundings. You’re so cautious of everything you do to forget about everything else but now you seem unfocused, not even bothered by the fact that he is drawing tiny patterns on your thigh.

“My tummy’s about to burst.”

He chuckles, biting at the tiny bulge under your navel. “You ate so well…” he mocks, kissing the spot when you start wriggling, falsely annoyed.
 “Seriously though, I was thinking about you.” You add, barely lifting your head to meet his questioning gaze. He rests atop of your hip bone, body leaning sideways and arm around your naked waist.

Jaebum even looks pleased, his teasing smile replaced with an expectant gaze. “And what about me?”

You sigh, moving your free leg so it would reach a cooler part of the bedding. “I was thinking about how crazy it is that we ended up dating when we were both porn actors.” You shift a little when Jaebum nods, his chin tickling your skin.

He muses, eyes reaching for the roof as a sign of his reflection. “I think it makes sense. I don’t think anyone can accept that job, let alone introduce a porn actor to their parents.”

“Your parents know.” You scoff. Even his family is chill.

He shrugs, mouth going to your stomach to kiss it. “My parents are supportive, that’s all.” He waits a moment, before lifting his head again. “Not that your mother isn’t, of course.”

You chuckle, nodding. “My mother would have a heart attack. At least I’m really working as a waitress, now.”

Jaebum coughs, moving on the mattress so he can finally reach your level before grabbing your leg to circle it around his naked waist. “Speaking of which, are you sure you want to work as a waitress?”

He has that tone you only hear when something upsets him. Jaebum barely gets mad and even if he does, it starts slowly, like a warning before the actual storm.

But as he nudges you to press his face against your neck, he sighs. “I’m worried about people recognising you and annoying you.”

“Babe I was a porn actress, not Angelina Jolie.” You try to mock him but he doesn’t buy your shit and tightens his hold instead.

“It’s worse. They might think you’re easy or some shit like that.” His hand goes to your side to tickle you and you giggle, leg kicking his butt. “I’ll have to come and check on you every night.” He sounds so dramatic, but his smile can’t be missed. “I’ll be careful.”

“You could be my secretary instead. That way, we can live a real-life porn. ‘Hot secretary fucks angry boss in his office’.” Jaebum laughs when you make a funny face, yet goes back on serious mode, arm tightening your leg around him and it’s starting to be too pleasing to focus on whatever he is saying.

You sigh when he rolls his hips, his flesh rubbing against you. “Seriously though, I’m not fond of this idea…” he trails off, voice laced with a craving you could never get enough of.

You can’t help but whimper, lips parting as you shift toward his chest and breast finding shelter against his broad body. “I never pegged you as the possessive type,” you reach for his neck, bringing him closer until his breath fans your face, hurried. “You didn’t seem to care until I ended my contract with my agency.”

Jaebum hums, the probability of a serious conversation out the window if his growing erection is anything to go by. He rolls his eyes, “Porn is porn, nightlife is different.” His position changes just enough for him to lean and still a short kiss. “Now that we’re both out of this, I don’t plan on sharing you, rookie.”

You tap his shoulder lightly, the sound of your hand slapping his skin stronger than the actual damage it caused. “Stop calling me rookie!”

Your boyfriend choses to stay silent, leaving you expectant as he pushes you onto your back. “Anyways, don’t get mad at me for being petty about you being molested in a bar in the middle of the night.” Before you can protest he plunges, aiming for your collarbone which he attacks vividly. His teeth graze upon the hidden bone, drawing shivers and goose bumps all over your body. He snickers in the middle of silence. “I’ll have to beat up the pervs.”

You wriggle against the sheets, laughter mixed with pleasure as he darts his tongue to trail a path down your chest. “So virile…” you sigh, earning a hidden shrug from a busy Jaebum.

“Yeah?” He smooches your warm skin, liking how unforgiving he sounds.

It’s cute in a way. Jaebum never had to show anything but acceptance toward your job, considering he was still a porn actor himself. Maybe he had it harder than you thought. You understand him though; it’s not cool to greet your boyfriend when he was banging another girl the same day.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you, rookie…” He whispers and slides on the bed, head back on your stomach and creating messy patterns over your skin. You almost break right there, the confession unusual but not unpleasant.

Jaebum never imagined he could have such stamina. His sexual life was close to non-existent before he met you and his physical interactions were limited to the scenes he filmed in the studio. It had ruined his personal life with such ease, turning sex into a duty rather than a necessity and killing his hormones with a slow and numb burn. When he started filming with you and felt the tingling sensation again, he understood right away.

He couldn’t thank you enough for sticking around and waking him up from his creepy slumber made of daddy kinks and choking in front of cameras. Thanks to you he built up the courage to start his project and stop his career, turning him into more than a guy who has sex for money. He is such a bad actor anyways.

DVDs and CDs are neat into your shared apartment, like a silent memory of something none of you regret doing. Yet it doesn’t mean he will ever miss it.

You forget about whatever names he called you when he reaches your pubis, mouth watering and dropping tiny patches of saliva over the heated flesh.

You almost knock your head against the wall when the first lick falls. It’s insistent and slow, devastating in the sea of your needs as Jaebum knows exactly what pace to use to make you crazy.

It’s something you discovered with time. Jaebum is into slow and deep thrusts, soft doggie style, lazy morning sex and it’s a mixture of finesse and bestiality, along with loving words. He is comfortable for he isn’t disturbed by nudity, can say whatever he wants without sounding creepy and barely has any requirements when it comes to sex.

He welcomes all your faults and imperfections the same way you do and none of you bother with petty fights, the words too heavy to question a future you both want. Jaebum has that honesty which leaves little room for misunderstanding. He confessed the same night he brought you to his flat yet didn’t force anything on you.

And you love him just that way.

You gasp when he grabs your ankles and bends your legs, nestling them on either side of your body to reveal more of you. He barely goes wild and you suspect he is trying to prove a point but your brain shuts down when his tongue probes at your opening, teasing just enough to collect wetness and smear it over your folds. You glance down to peek at the beautiful scene but Jaebum is already looking at you, pleased by your bewildered face and flustered cheeks.

He dips down a second time, eyes darkening and tongue out to lap every engorged part of your pussy. He stops just long enough to show you how he licks his lips and goes down again, head shaking from right to left and making you roll your pelvis against his restless mouth.

You still gather yourself to make fun of him. “Are we…filming…again…?” It’s hard to speak between moans yet your voice is loud and clear, breathless. Jaebum doesn’t like your teasing and attacks you even harder, the hint of a smirk hardly hidden behind his brown locks. He even hums teasingly, the vibration of his deep sounds shaking your flesh.
 He doesn’t slow down even when your orgasm hits. You jerk away from his mouth, moaning and grunting but he keeps you in place until you can only shake. It burns your body from every pore, mixing with your blood like a shot of strong alcohol and making your vision blind with pleasure. You complain and beg for him to stop and he only releases you when you freeze from the overstimulation, unable to function anymore.

You shake your head, a false accusation painting your exhausted features as you glance at a smiling Jaebum whose hand is wiping the remains of your climax from his smiling and reddish lips
 Your legs fall, lifeless on the bed but you can’t let him suffer. His penis is hard and threatening, the bulbous head a deep shade of red and length swollen by the numerous veins.

He pumps himself slowly, tilting his head to the side. He raises one eyebrow. “You okay?” he rasps.

You nod, deciding to play along with his celebration sex and rolling on your stomach. You raise your butt just enough for him to grab it and rub himself between your asscheeks, grunting.

“You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, free hand running along your curves and stopping by your drenched pussy to play with your clit. “So damn beautiful…”

He penetrates you slowly, his willpower winning the inner battle of his arousal against his brain. You breathe out, searching for air and dipping your head into the pillow.

“Come here.”

Jaebum commands, already reaching for your body so you can lean against him. He sticks your bodies and starts moving his hips, penis sliding deep inside you.

He finds a good pace right away, from the tip of his dick poking out to the base hitting your asscheeks, Jaebum knows how to burry himself inside you. It feels amazing, the pressure from the position and your needy moans lulling him toward an orgasm he can call his own private pleasure.

He is infatuated the way you mould with him. He loves pinching the tender skin of your nipple as his hand cups your perfect breast, he enjoys the way your head finds its home into the crook of his neck and he can’t stop himself from tilting your head steal numerous kisses.

You open your mouth eagerly, tongue out to play against his own in a carnivorous embrace. He bites and sucks on your lips, his sighs spilling from his parted lips whenever the tip of his cock hits a specific spot inside you.

You arch until your back hurts, looking for more stimulation and nearing your second orgasm. Jaebum is struggling, you can feel it from the way his abs tense behind you. He is all stiff, all ready to fill you up yet not giving in.

You know his body language by heart.

You collapse against him when a second wave of pleasure hits you. It breaks your bones and destroys your muscles, leaving your lifeless against a panting Jaebum who can only suffer from the contractions around him. The waves of pleasure hit you as much as they hit him, sending you both into another universe.

He allows himself to cum right when you’re done and he is satisfied with the pleasure he gave you. You’re nothing but a dead weight against his chest, eyes closed and smile smug as you giggle to yourself because your brain is messed up and you can’t think straight.

You still wonder how can someone be so skilled at sex.

Jaebum lets you rest on the bed, not the least bothered by the mess he creates when he pulls out of you.

Instead he wraps you around him again, hugging you close and kissing your nose.

“This is what I call a celebration, rookie. Who needs Erotica when I have you all to myself?” He muses, fingers rubbing against your cheekbones while he pecks you once more.

You giggle, head shaking at this boy’s antics. He can be such a dork.

“The pleasure is mutual.”

AN : Erotica is officially over! Thank you all so much for following this series (I see you, naughty readers). I’m sad that it’s over and I’m going to miss Porn actor Jaebum but Priest Jinyoung is waiting for me so I’m off to new adventures ! Thank you for the support and love you sent me through this series, I love yall!

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Cinnamon and fairy dust | Pt. 1

• Pairing: elf!Jungkook x Taehyung • Genre: Fluff (with a little bit of angst) | elf!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 7k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue​  • Disclaimer: mentioning of violence / smut 

↳  There are no things such as fairy tales, magical reindeers that could fly, fairies and Christmas elves - at least Taehyung believed so. But everything was about to change, when Jungkook offered him shelter from a snowstorm and a sweet, hot cocoa, wondering about the boy who hated Christmas so much. Nothing that a bit of fairy dust couldn’t fix, right?

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Kim Taehyung hated Christmas. He hated the social deception of claiming to be glad to see people whose names he’d happily forgotten. Suddenly everyone pretended to be nice, spending way too much money on presents for people they didn’t even like in the first place. He hated eggnog and one better not ask him about Christmas music. As a child it may have been full of wonders, but now it only was a dreadful time. Sometimes Taehyung wished that Santa Claus was real and bring them all the stuff, so he could maybe enjoy the day again. But of course, these things don’t happen. There are no things such as fairy tales, magical reindeers that could fly, fairies and Christmas elves who were Santa’s little helpers.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles whitening for a second. God, how he hated it and the memories it evoked. He saw the village’s sign from afar. He wouldn’t have needed the lights of his car to see anyway. Every lamppost and streetlight was wrapped in garland and twinkle lights, ribbons and tinsels lighting the way.

Of course, he knew people who loved Christmas, for specific reasons. His mother did. Way too much. Closing the door of his car, he looked up. A bunch of Christmas ribbons looped up the stairs to her house, with a large tartan bow at each peak. Taehyung had suggested his mother to go with a more minimalistic look for the festive season this year, but no, she’d been adamant. ‘Tradition”, she’d called it and a pain in the butt, Taehyung called it. Either way, he had been forced out of the big city to come down here to celebrate Christmas. He couldn’t come last year due to his job, so his mother had come to him, but this year Taehyung couldn’t find a way around it and his mother was only getting older. She doesn’t like the long train rides anymore and she never learned how to drive a car.

Walking up to the stairs, he wrapped his scarf a little tighter around his neck. The weather suited a polar bear more than a person. But here he was, six days away from Christmas, getting greeted with eggnog and the smell of cookies. At least one good thing.

He loved cookies.

It didn’t take long for Taehyung’s mother to involve him in decorating the house even more, for a bunch of people, or just the neighbors who probably wouldn’t appreciate it. Except for his mother, of course. She loved this time of year with a childlike passion, right down to the snow.

Taehyung hated snow, just not as much as he hated Christmas in general. When the house finally looked festive enough, he sat down with a sigh, wrapping his hands around the cup of tea she brought him. He hadn’t got time to unpack, yet, wanting to finally settle in, when his mother was already ahead giving him a new task to do. Why are people so full of energy around Christmas? He rubbed the bridge of his nose, only to flash a smile towards his mother, when she turned to him.

“Could you bring this over to Mrs. Jung,” She said, pointing to a little bag before she was wiping her hands off the apron. She got her baking gloves on to get some more cookies out of the oven. “I promised her to bring her some,” She kept on talking, almost burning herself on the hot surface. Taehyung sighed deeply as he looked out of the window. Great, now he had to go out in the cold again.

At first the snow was falling in soft, heavy clumps and Taehyung hid his hands in his pockets, keeping his head low. He really didn’t want anyone to recognize him, yet. He would get enough of the ramblings over how tall or handsome he had gotten all through the next days. Taehyung could feel the wind howling around him, making him shiver and his ears got red and cold. The wind seemed to loom around him, holding its breath and waiting for him to go back inside, but he still needed to get the cookies to his mother’s friend.

Mrs. Jung lived on the other end of the village and since he had no bike around and wasn’t crazy enough to try and ride it with the heavy snow that was falling right now, he had to walk. Though Taehyung could have used the car, he felt it was a little unnecessary - now he regretted it.

There weren’t much people around and those who were still outside, kept hiding in their jackets, trying to get inside and hide, crawling into their beds with a mug of tea and an old movie. Just like he wanted to do so desperately. He was happy though that Mrs. Jung didn’t seem to have too much time for him right now, when Taehyung stood in front of her door. She squished his cheek once, cooing over how broad shouldered he was, making Taehyung cringe a little with the old lady, feeling him up but thankfully, she took the cookies with a smile and let him go back without even stepping into her house. Oh yeah, he hated small talk with a passion as well.

The snow was falling faster and heavier on his way back now. Taehyung huddled deeper inside down his jacket, the only sound audible right now was the snow itself, falling so fast that he could hear the strange sush of it accumulating. The snow began falling even harder as Taehyung walked up the hill. The sky was so dark and grim already, his boots sinking deep into the snow with every single step. And then it was getting windier and when Taehyung looked up from his feet again, the snow was blowing around like crazy.

“Fuck,” He cursed, realizing that the weather was turning into a big heavy snowstorm, maybe even a blizzard. It was getting harder for him to see what was in front of him, so Taehyung did the next best thing, that came into his mind.

The bell rang, making him flinch a little from the loud sound. Who used old bells in shops anymore to announce a new customer? Looking up, he eyed the weird, rusty looking thing before he was shaking off the snow off his shoulders. Taehyung didn’t even turn to see in what kind of shop he stumbled into, looking outside the window with furrowed brows right away. The owners probably didn’t mind anyways if he seeked shelter until the snowstorm calmed down a little. Right now, he couldn’t see his own hand in front of him. And on top of that he wasn’t really good with directions in general. He would even buy something if it was necessary. As long as he didn’t need to walk any further. “I hate this,” He mumbled more to himself than anyone else and only now did he turn around to see where he was.

Normally when the door opened Jungkook greeted his customers with a vibrant smile. He was amazing with assessing people and finding out what they needed to get into a perfect state of calm and relaxation for them to fully enjoy the festive mood and feel the spirit of Christmas. This way while the customers were getting accustomed to the interior of the shop Jungkookie normally already headed for a sugar cookie or some cacao nibs to give them for free and after that he could basically watch their eyes starting to shine. It was such a satisfying experience to make humans happy. This time however his greeting totally failed. Because the customer that came in didn’t even spare him or the shop a glance, he just barged in, slammed the door shut and then turned around to watch the snow.

“Uhm, h…hello,” Jungkook tried a friendly greeting nonetheless. He was a bit out of his depth now. He only very rarely had grumpy people in his shop. Normally people were already entranced by his beautiful window decoration or shop windows meaning they were usually pretty excited to get inside. Not this one though apparently, “May I help you?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but furrow his brows a little, looking the other up and down for a second. He had never seen that boy before and Taehyung basically knew everyone in this village. No one came here on their own will, you rather moved away - so it was rare to see new faces. Especially, cute looking ones with curly hair and eyes that you could get lost in right away.

Taehyung took a step closer, looking into Jungkook’s eyes more closely – it was almost like…he was stargazing. How was one’s person eyes so shiny? Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Taehyung put a little smile on his face. “Oh, I’m sorry I barged in like that...,” He coughed a little, his voice sounding rougher than usual, “The snowstorm…it’s turning into some kind of a blizzard and I couldn’t see where I was going anymore. Is it okay…if I stay here for a bit? Just until it calms down again?”

Jungkook took a little step back, blinking, when the boy stared at him like that. Normally people tried to be a bit politer and not stare directly at him whenever they were smart enough to notice that there was something off about him that they couldn't figure out right away. But this one knew no shame.

“Do I... Is there something on my face?” He shyly wiped over his cheek as he sometimes got lost in baking, getting flour or chocolate all over his cheeks. Then the other seemed to regain his manners and acted like humans were supposed to. Still Jungkook couldn’t help but stay a little wary. Only until the other got a taste of his baked goods or a sip of a warm beverage - that was spiced with a little magical as well. It was pretty normal to him and didn’t have any special effects but to humans it was like warmth and comfort and safety. It brought out the nicest memories and the best qualities. As if they could step in here and leave their sorrows outside, take a breath of fresh air, come back to themselves and be reminded that there was good in the world. That’s why Jungkook wasn’t scared to work amongst them. No one had ever harmed him here at the shop and even though Yoongi still argued with him about how this was unsafe and how he should come back to the forest his complaints have gotten less and less frequent when he had noticed how much joy it brought Jungkookie to make others happy. So, he tried his best to comfort his new customer as well, giving him his most beautiful smile. “Ah, of course! Please get yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink? Something to eat as well? I’ve made cinnamon apple crumble cookies that must be ready every minute now. There’s nothing better than eating them while they’re still warm and fresh.”

Taehyung looked around the shop in interest, only when he noticed the Christmas decoration he scrunched up his nose a little but quickly gathered himself again. The smell of sugar, vanilla and cinnamon permeated the air so thick he could almost taste it as he let his gaze wander around the bakery he had stumbled into.

“Yeah, I can smell that,” He said as he walked over to one of the barstools to sit down. Taehyung got out his phone right away to see if he got any Wi-Fi connection but of course it was as low as it could be. He couldn’t even open his facebook. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply as he looked out of the window again. The weather was only getting worse and all Taehyung wanted was to get home and preferably on his laptop. Maybe he could still get some work done later – but right now it seemed like he would be stuck here for a little while.

Defeatedly, Taehyung stood up again just to get out of his jacket and whatever was making him feel awfully hot right now. It was way too warm in his thick clothes within this bakery. He rolled his shoulders back, adjusting his sweater a little before he sat down again.

Jungkook was left standing there, watching the guy a bit awkwardly who really didn’t seem to have any interest in sweets at all. But even then, one humans always enjoyed to get themselves something hot to drink if it was as cold and snowy outside as it was right now. So Jungkook was honestly pretty confused.

The other was checking the phone screen, typing frantically and sighing in disappointment, not sparing the carefully arranged mistletoes and branches of holly that the ceiling was decorated with any second glances. Jungkook almost pouted. But he didn’t give up that easily. Maybe the human just needed a nudge into the right direction. “So… can I get you something now? Anything?”

Taehyung looked at the other with big eyes for a second, before he realized that he hadn’t answered any of the bakers questions, “Oh, sorry…I didn’t say anything. I’m just…tired. I just got here a few hours ago. Not that you care, but yes…if you like…” He reached for his back pocket, getting out his wallet to see if he got any money with him. Unfortunately, Taehyung only had a few coins. He mostly paid with card, so he found carrying around loads of money unnecessary, but looking at the old big register Taehyung figured that he wouldn’t have much luck if he asked about paying with his credit card. “I guess, I’ll just take a hot cocoa, please,” Taehyung said, this time with a smile.

Jungkook simply nodded and went to the kitchen to get what Taehyung had ordered. Talking to the guy made him more and more confused. He had told him something personal and then said ‘why would you care’ as if Jungkook was faking interest. But why wouldn’t he care? Taehyung was his customer. He always wanted his customers to feel good. So how could the boy think that Jungkook wouldn’t care about his well being?

He shook his head to get out of his own thoughts and not mess with the recipe. Too much cinnamon in a cocoa that he made was unthinkable! He took pride in his natural talent for baking and creating any kind of treats and he always did his tasks with love, no matter if he’s had one or twenty customers before. When the cocoa was finished he added a little hint of glitter on top. He only dared to do so when he had seen edible glitter in the baking section of a supermarket. Before that he had been too scared someone would notice the pixie dust on their milk foam and his secret would be out in the open - but after time he realized he didn’t need to be scared of that. Even if he slips sometimes and talks a bit too much or reveals a little more than he wanted humans always find a rational explanation for what he had told them. It’s kind of cute how much they insist on magic not being real when on the other hand they have such a fascination for it, buying fantasy books and watching movies and playing dress up at least two times a year. Jungkook loved it, how humans are such a mystery to him, how he can try to figure them out and still learns something new every day.

He takes the cookies out of the oven and then places an especially nice one on the saucer before he brings it over to Taehyung. “There you go. Please enjoy.” He gives him another smile and then hurries back behind the counter to watch the magic enfold.

“Thanks,” Taehyung looked at the cookie with a little smile before taking the cup and taking a sip without looking at it much further. The hot beverage was warming his hands perfectly and Taehyung hummed when he tasted the sweet chocolate. Noticing the boy’s stare, he turned his body sideways on the stool, leaning his back against the wall in the process. “It’s really good,” He said, thinking that the other was waiting for some kind of approval. He sighed again, watching the snow fall outside – only that right now it seemed so far away. It was almost relaxing. Taehyung closed his eyes, licking his lips slowly.

Jungkook started to relax as well when Taehyung was starting to unwind. His broad shoulders looked softer the way he cuddled into his own sweater and with the way he looked outside, no longer scanning the falling snow like it was something awful but rather observing it, acknowledging it Jungkook felt happier. Another Christmas miracle worked.

Reaching out for the cup of cocoa again, Taehyung suddenly saw that there were tinsels and some kind of brushwood (he didn’t care to look closely to see what it exactly was) stuck to his sweater. He tried to get it off him, reaching around his body but in the process, he was almost ripping the whole decoration down the wall with him. “Ahgh, why…is…there…so…much…stupid decoration in this town,” He mumbled in anger trying to forcefully get every bit of decoration and glitter and whatever decoration got stuck to him off.

Jungkook was just about to turn around to wipe down the counter when Taehyung started mumbling to himself, sharp and bitter and so frustrated that it made Jungkook gasp. He turned on his heels, staring at Taehyung in utter confusion. He had put the same amount of fairy dust and magic into Taehyung's cup as he did with anyone else. He couldn’t have forgotten it, he could still feel the prickling sensation in his fingertips. What kind of hatred must Taehyung feel if not even a pinch of fairy dust could soothe his heart?

He rushed towards Tae, coming to defend his poor decoration that was almost cleanly ripped of the holds with the way Taehyung angrily flailed his arms. “Don’t rip it please! I don’t have spare ones and those really took a while to make!” Of course, he hadn’t bought anything. Those were solely made by hand and mostly by him although some of the fairies in the forest had been more than happy to help, weaving delicate little ornaments into the decoration, weaving berries into wraths and dried flowers into beautiful little posies.

Taehyung froze instantly, letting the other help him get out of the mess he had gotten himself in again. Piece by piece Jungkook freed him from the Christmas decoration and Taehyung mumbled a quiet sorry.

“I didn’t mean to rip them,” Taehyung rubbed his neck awkwardly, “I hope I didn’t destroy too much or else just tell me what you get from me and I’ll pay you back!” When he noticed the expression on Jungkook’s face and the faint smile, he slapped himself on the forehead.

“Wait - You made it yourself? Aghh of course,” Taehyung’s cheeks blushed a little and he quickly took another sip of the cocoa to have something else to do and maybe so Jungkook thought the redness of his cheeks were caused by the hot steam. “Please don’t make me do decorations for you,” He blurted out of a sudden, “I mean…I’m really sorry but please don’t. My mother is great at it, but I suck. Really! You don’t want that! Believe me!”

Jungkook tried not to laugh at that but couldn’t really mask it as a cough as it just came out of him. “You just need practice then. I could show you,” He joked, grateful that Taehyung had apologized and not destroyed the wreaths and branches on purpose. It always hurt him to see something beautiful being uselessly destroyed on purpose. Some humans were sadly very good at it while the saddest part was that they didn’t even seem to notice. “Or you could send your mother over and we could bond over weaving decoration and baking Christmas goods.”

“Don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast there? Shouldn’t I get to know your name first before you weave Christmas decorations with my mother?” Taehyung chuckled low, loving the little flustered blush that creeped up the baker’s cheeks right away. “I haven’t seen you here before,” Taehyung said, taking a bite from the cookie, “There are rarely people moving to this village and you must be kind of new right? I mean I haven’t been here for years, but still…I think I know pretty much everyone…” He looked at the other in interest, before reaching out his hand, “I’m Taehyung by the way.”

“Oh!” Jungkook blushed prettily. He was a pretty fast learner, but he was still a bit new to human conventions and although he managed to fit in 99% of the time he was pretty embarrassed if he didn’t. He had been told that it was rather cute and endearing instead of awkward or off putting but it still made him feel a little shy. “Y..yeah, I’m new. Kind of.” He had been here for a while longer, living in the woods and watching the city before he deemed it safe enough to come out and actually work there. But all in all, he was new. He just hoped Taehyung wouldn’t ask him where he had lived before. He hated lying. And he was just as bad at it.

“Nice to meet you Taehyung.” He took the other’s hand, shaking it carefully while trying not to hold his gaze too long. Yoongi had told him that humans didn’t like it if you looked at them too long, so he tried not to do that. “I’m Jungkook.”

Taehyung nodded with a little smile, “Then I hope the old people here don’t bore you out of your mind?” Sitting back on the stool, Taehyung made sure to be much more careful now. He had finished his cocoa quick and the cookie was actually quite deliciously. Munching on the last piece, Taehyung added, “Though around Christmas it seems like they get some kind of extra energy. They go crazy here, honestly.” He looked around the shop again, getting reminded of the decorations that the other had put up himself, obviously liking the festive season himself, “Oh well…anyways, ehm…I should get going, I guess.”

“Ah, no, everyone’s been really friendly and nice to me so far.” Which was mostly true if he excluded the strange looks and behind-his-back-comments he had gotten when he had started working the bakery on his own at his young age. But Yoongi had acted like his ‘guarding’, telling them he was guaranteeing with his own wealth if Jungkook wouldn’t pay his bills. Which was pretty funny considering Yoongi didn’t own a single coin. But apparently you only needed to look old enough to pass as an adult and know how to talk to people to get what you want. He had made some extra vanilla parfait for Yoongi as thank you and even allowed him to lick out the bowl.

As soon as his neighbors and first customers had realized that he was working hard and putting his all into this they stopped talking and visited him regularly. Words soon got around about the new baker in town who was young and friendly and incredibly talented, getting you whatever you needed be it a treat for yourself or some sweet highlights for a birthday party. It came pretty handy that he didn’t need sleep the way humans did or else he wouldn’t be able to manage the bakery on his own.

His smile fell a little when Tae got up, saying goodbye already. It had been a bit lonely today as the people stayed home at such weather, so he was a bit disappointed that Tae was leaving already. Though of course it made sense. It had been just a short little visit by accident and now that the snow storm had lessened Taehyung would continue on his way.

A wave and a smile later, Taehyung made his way home again. Though he had only met the boy, he couldn’t help but wonder about him all evening and even when he laid down in his bed, staring at the ceiling he was still thinking about Jungkook. There was something about him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was just his naturally habit of being curious on why someone as young as him would want to live in such a small village like this one. Taehyung thought about if the boy would come to the town’s celebrations as well, or if he would see him again soon – then maybe he could ask him.

The chance to do so, did come sooner as he thought, when his mother came down the stairs the next day, waving her arms around like crazy, saying something about how her knitting club would come by today and she forgot to get some cake for everyone.

“But…you literally made thousands of cookies last night?” Taehyung pointed towards the boxes full of freshly baked ones that only waited to be eaten. “But I can’t only serve cookies, right?” She said already pushing his jacket into his hands, “It’s about balance, my dear.”

And that’s how Taehyung had walked all the way up to the bakery again, only this time there were a lot more customers around.

The same smell of cinnamon and vanilla embraced him just like yesterday and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile when he saw the boy working non-stop to please his customers, his smile not wavering one time.

The closer it got to Christmas the busier the bakery got so when there wasn’t loads of snow coming from the sky and keeping people from going outside Jungkook had a full house all the time mostly. He noticed Taehyung immediately when he came in for the simple reason that he stood out of the happily chatting crowd as he had put his hands in his jacket and was looking around like he still couldn’t believe someone would decorate their shop so festively.

Taehyung turned, looking around to see what else there was to get for his mother. When he noticed a little gingerbread house that Jungkook must have decorated, he got a little closer. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, when he saw the weird looking snow globe right next to it. Reaching out for it, Taehyung observed it more closely to see what was inside, when a sudden voice behind him made him jerk and almost drop the fragile globe of glass.

Jungkook flinched together with Tae when the other almost dropped his precious snow globe making a mental note to himself to never leave Taehyung with his sugar figurines unattended.

The older quickly put the globe away again, mumbling another ‘sorry’ before turning back to Jungkook. “I…ehm need something for my mother,” He said, noticing that almost every customer was happy and, on their way, out – so it was just the two of them… for now.

“I actually…don’t really know what she wants,” Taehyung walked over to the counter, “Something cake-y, I guess.”

“That’s... not really specific,” Jungkook chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron to not get powdered sugar on what he wanted to show Taehyung. “I made these cupcakes this morning. Do you think she would like them?” He took one of the delicately decorated cupcakes out from under the shop counter, so Tae could look at it.

There was colored frosting in fluffy little tufts on top of it and silvery sugar pearls on top that looked like iced pearls. “If you want to you can try one, just to make sure it has the perfect taste for what you are looking for.”

Everyone loved his cupcakes, no matter what kind of decoration or color they had, and he always had so many options that no matter if you preferred fruit or almonds, chocolate or cream you would always find the right thing. He also enjoyed creating all kinds of special recipes for people with intolerance to special ingredients or vegan diets. Naturally he had great sources of plant-based ingredients.

But Taehyung only raised his eyebrow at the cupcake, “It looks…weird.” He made a cringy expression, shaking his head when Jungkook offered him a piece, “Do you got something that looks less like….it has Christmas written all over it?” Looking around, Taehyung was searching for something simple, something like an apple pie, but he was only looking at more cupcakes. “How do you even got the time to do all of these?” He asked curiously, eyeing the cupcakes that were resembling Christmas trees with pursed lips.

“Weird?! I worked all morning on them!” Jungkook was practically offended. There he was putting all his heart into creating little tasty masterpieces that looked as deliciously as they were tasty - just for Taehyung to tell him they looked weird. He frowned, thinking about something simple that he could offer Tae, maybe one of the cakes that he had back in the freezer that hadn’t been decorated yet, if he took one of these and maybe made some simple cream based frosting or a flower from apple sliced... He was so busy thinking, listening to Taehyung only with half an ear that he accidentally answered honestly to the boy’s question, “I make them at night when you people are sleeping.”

Almost immediately he realized that he had said too much, stuttering and stumbling over his own tongue when he tried to correct his mistake, “I mean, surely I sleep I just...like to work long hours and get up early and...work some more you know?”

Taehyung cocked his head to the side, observing Jungkook closely who was stuttering the words, seemingly nervous. He chuckled a little, “Sounds like you’re a robot or something.” Jungkook was still fumbling around with the cupcake in his hand, his cheeks dusting in a rosy color and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile fondly.

“Just make sure to get enough sleep,” He spoke up again, “Especially around this time...maybe you should get yourself a little helper from time to time...I don’t know.” Taehyung laughed and pointed at the decoration, “I bet some of the older kids around here would love to work for a little extra money. They could be your little Christmas elves! Put a cute little hat on them, just like they do it at the Christmas market and voilà - they would fit in perfectly with your decoration.” Looking back at Jungkook, he smiled brightly, “Even I would find that cute, though I am not very fond of the festive season.”

“I’m... I’m not a robot!” He would have loved to add that he just didn’t enjoy lying around with his eyes closed half of the time as humans did but as he couldn’t just tell Tae that he didn’t have any arguments and just left it at that.

He huffed at the ‘little helper’, thinking about Yoongi, who might call himself that but was rather a little chaos-maker. Or a big one. Depending on his mood and his body size. He immediately stiffened when he caught the word “Elves”, his eyes growing wide, his stance automatically defensive before his brain caught up and he realized that Taehyung was just joking.

“Haha… yeah, that would be… great.” He awkwardly laughed and then put the cupcake aside, wiping his hands on the apron gain as a nervous habit. “Why dont u take a seat while I quickly get the naked cake I’ve stored in the back and you can have a look at it and decide on decorations? If you want?” If he was getting insecure he had the habit of phrasing things as a question and checking for agreement too often which made it kind of more awkward instead of covering up his mistakes, but he just wasn’t like Yoongi. The fairy could go with the flow and practically turn any kind of conversation around to make sure nothing could happen to them. He had rescued Jungkook from precarious situations more than once. Jungkook himself just couldn’t do that although he was living amongst humans for quite a while now. But sometimes they were acting so strange - and it wasn’t as if there was a handbook to their behavior, so he just had to watch and learn and guess and try not to be so obviously nervous about them.

Taehyung nodded, though he had noticed Jungkook's awkward behavior once again. Either the other was really nervous in general or just shy. Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned against the counter waiting for Jungkook to come back.

Jungkook quickly placed the cake on a plate and grabbed a few simple decoration items onto another to show Tae what he could choose from if he wanted to keep it simple. He almost dropped the cake because he was so busy balancing all the things that he didn’t notice that Tae had leaned over the counter to get a look at the hidden kitchen. Which meant that he had basically ran right up into Tae’s personal space, the only thing separating them the plate with the cake. Jungkook swallowed hard, hoping that his curly hair would hide his ears even at this proximity. “This... is it. That’s... the cake,” He commented intelligently while not breaking eye contact with Tae and continuing to stare right at him.

“I can see that,“ Taehyung said with a smile and took a step back. He was watching Jungkook closely, looking at all the things he brought with him. “Do something simple, like flowers maybe?“ He asked and then added quietly, “I guess I would even accept a little bit of Christmas decoration like hollies or something but nothing more!“

“Do you want me to do a poinsettia in colored buttercream? With a little bit of edible golden glitter on top and some dark green ‘leaves’ to cover the rest of the cake?” Sometimes he was sad how little plants and flowers humans knew but the poinsettia, or Christmas star as it was also called was practically everywhere right now and he loved it. It would make an awesome looking cake. And as he had an eye for details and about a lifetime of being close to plants it would also be an easy task for him.

When Tae agreed Jungkook happily nodded, telling Tae to ring the little bell in case another customer would enter the store (hopefully his lunch break time would be less busy so that he would be able to finish Tae’s cake right away) before getting to work immediately. In his mind the Christmas star was already taking form while he mixed the natural food coloring made from berries into the prepared cream, watching it turn into a saturated deep and leasing shade of red that was ready to use. With only a tiny interruption in which he sold the lady across the street some sugar cookies he finished Taehyung's cake in no time and placed it into one of the prepared boxes that his customers could use for transportation.

After securely tying a gold ribbon around it he came back to the front to give it over to Tae. “There you go. Make sure to put it in the fridge if it won’t be eaten right away,” He reminded him. As he had licked the last bit of colored buttercream from the spoon his lips were dark red and shiny and would taste like sugar and cream. He looked beyond kissable, which Taehyung noticed right away. He stared a little too long, watching the boy lick his lips slowly, before flashing Taehyung a bright smile. He nodded absently minded not really listening to what Jungkook was saying.

Jungkook cocked his head a little, repeating the price for the cake, wondering why Taehyung looked so stunned. He wasn’t charging too much, he was actually quite humble with his demand considering the effort he put into the baking and the quality of his creations. “Is it too much? Maybe... maybe I could give you a discount if you can’t pay because it was... some kind of last minute thing. But... only this once okay? I need the money for new ingredients you see?” Jungkook had absolutely no clue that he was completely misreading Taehyung’s stare right now and that the other was avoiding his eyes because he was too busy staring on his lips and not because it was more money than he had on him right now.

“Huh?“ Taehyung looked up at Jungkook again, tearing his gaze from his lips. He was probably just going crazy over the lack of sleep he had and maybe because Taehyung had not kissed anyone in a while and the fact that Jungkook was the only one around his age here…yeah, that made perfect sense, why he was suddenly thinking about kissing someone who was still a stranger to him.

„No, please, no don’t worry!” Taehyung said, quickly getting out enough money and tipping the boy as well, “I just…wondered…sorry if I seem direct but…how old are you, Jungkook?“ He had blurted out the words faster than he could take them back again, so he added quickly, „I just thought…you must be around my age…and you know…actually, I don’t know. I just wondered about it, I guess.“ That boy’s nervousness was rubbing off on him, that was the only explanation why Taehyung suddenly felt so awkward around him.

Jungkook blinked at the Taehyung’s question, the sudden change of behavior startling him a bit. Busy with accepting the money, thanking Taehyung for the tip and putting everything away he was doing too much at once and answered without thinking, telling Tae the first thing that was on his mind

“Five.”

In the silence that followed he tried to find out what had gone wrong when realization hit him. Jungkook didn’t really have a concept of human time and he didn’t knew hold old he was exactly either. So Yoongi made it a joke to tell him he was five, as they knew each other for five years now and Yoongi insisted that Jungkook was a total baby when he had found him. He had accidentally just repeated Yoongi’s words without realizing that it must sound completely mental to Taehyung to talk like that.

“No...no! Of course, not... I’m not... I’m twenty-five, I meant...” He groaned in shame, hiding his face in his hands. Could it get any more awkward with one single person? It had been quite a long time since he’s made a fool out of himself like that.

Taehyung snorted with laughter, “What?“ Shaking his head in disbelief, he looked at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow, “You’re five? So…you’re telling me that you’re working like a robot, don’t really sleep at night and you are only five years old? Don’t tell me you are a vampire or something?“ He couldn’t help but laugh at Jungkook, when the other corrected himself.  “No, Vampires are...” Jungkook was about to correct him when he pouted a little at running right into his trap “You’re joking, right?” 

Why did Taehyung confuse him so much?

“You’re really too cute for your own good, Jungkook!“ Taehyung said with a wink and took the cake, before flashing Jungkook a bright smile.  “Thank you again…for the non-Christmas-Christmas cake,“ With one hand Taehyung opened the door of the bakery again, the bell ringing once more. He looked at the cute boy one more time, before he added, in a soft tone and with a smile that he tried to hide while biting his lip, “Tonight they light up the big tree in front of the town hall…maybe I’ll see you around.“

Speechless he watched the other flirt with him, winking and smiling and then saying something about maybe meeting him at the Christmas tree lighting festival. “This... this is a date, right?” Jungkook shyly spoke to himself, to make sure that this was real, and he wasn’t dreaming.

He knew that this was some kind of romantic thing, asking the one you liked out to be with you on Christmas markets and evening events. He had watched enough soap operas to see the hints - although Yoongi had told him that half of what they showed wasn’t even realistic and that Jungkook shouldn’t believe them at all. But the elf had definitely seen humans acting just like he had seen on Tv, so he wasn’t really sure if Yoongi wasn’t just trying to mess with him - or keep him from experiencing something that he hadn’t had the opportunity yet.

He was a teeny tiny bit jealous of all the lovely couples holding hands and kissing and just generally being sweet with each other. There was no way he could have that too and although he was okay with it most of the time he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be like them just once, to be held and cared for and... and maybe even kissed? He hid his blush behind his hands although he was the only one in the room but better safe than sorry. You never knew when a curious fairy would pop up somewhere.

A/N: There it is, the first chapter to our first fluff christmas story. Funny enough, both Cat and I aren’t very fond of the christmas season but still we wrote this in october so you guys have something to enjoy. We really hope you will like this, as it is something completely different from what we usually write. But don’t worry...if you’re a fan of our angst stories, there will be more coming soon. We are currently working on three different stories at the moment. 

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