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Date Day Pt. 2

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 17 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU Trigger Warning: Midly suggestive comment made, creepy behavior, and technical assault (reader gets grabbed)

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You got a message as you were getting ready. Having just finished taking a shower, you checked your phone to see that it was Sophie, who had sent you some memes and a sweet message asking how you were. You answered truthfully telling her you were good but still getting used to a new place. After a second to consider it, you sent her a photo of your two favorite outfit ideas with a question mark.

She answered back immediately.

Sophie oooh, date night? the first one looks really good, the second one is a little too revealing let me know how it goes :) Y/N yeah, first date. kinda nervous wish me luck!

The flood of sweet messages that followed made you smile. You took the outfit she had chosen (which included a beautiful soft sweater that just so happened to match Felixs’) and put it on. You finish getting ready just in time to hear a knock on the door, and you grab your keys and phone before opening the door.

You pause, and then hold up a finger. “Give me a second.”

For your birthday a year prior, you had been given a polaroid camera. The first few weeks you had been obsessed, taking pictures of everything and anything just to shake the polaroids out and feel cool doing it, but eventually you had gotten over it. The camera had been rediscovered in the process of packing your bags, and you had brought it along on a whim.

The sight waiting for you at the front door felt like the perfect opportunity to use it.

Felix and Hyunjin were both caught off guard when you snapped the first photo, but as you shake out the photo, they quickly get excited. They both pose for the second photo without you even having to ask. You hold up the first polaroid as the second one develops, showing it to the two boys with a smile as they crowd next to you to take a look.

Breathtakingly beautiful, and yet somehow homey, you were surprised that Hyunjin had toned down his date outfit compared to what he would normally wea. He had picked an all-black outfit that wouldn’t stand out so easily but still managed to make him look like a hundred bucks. He had his hair slicked back, and you knew his face would mostly be covered with a mask while out in public, but in the photo you could appreciate his model good looks in full.

Felix somehow managed to look ethereal, even with wide eyes of surprise. His mouth was slightly parted, having caught sight of the camera just before you took the photo. His hair was slightly messy, freckles barely seen with the washed-out coloring of the polaroid, but he looked just as beautiful as always, even though he was slightly blurry.

“Yah, a little warning would have been nice,” Felix said, even though he smiled down at the photo.

Hyunjin was already looking at the second. “Ah, this one came out so good. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?”

“Don’t go posting any photos on social media just yet. You don’t want fans to recognize you,” You warned.

“I know,” Hyunjin said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll post it later.”

You hear another snap and look back at Felix just in time to see him shaking out one last polaroid, and you roll your eyes. He smirks.

“Had to get one of you too. Especially when you look so breathtaking.”

“Hmm, they’d look so pretty in a photo shoot, wouldn’t they,” Hyunjin muttered, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he takes a photo of the polaroid. “All the beautiful clothes they could wear.”

Felix eyes the photo he took of you. “I think they’d look prettier if they weren’t wearing anything at all.”

“Felix!”

“Sorry babe,” He said, not looking sorry at all.

-0-0-

You weren’t normally a big fan of museums. The paintings were pretty enough, but they never really spoke to you the same way you assumed it did to more artistic people, like Hyunjin. Still, the instillation that he had brought you two for your date was not only the most colorful thing you had ever had the pleasure of walking through, but somehow also very open in its meaning.

You noticed it from the very first room you three walked in. It was covered in colorful strings, which at first just looked pretty, but from certain points in the room the strings would line up just right enough for an image to form. You spotted a butterfly first, and then what looked like a leaf.

Felix waved you over from the furthest corner, joined by two teenagers and a family of three.

“It’s the cocoon. I’m guessing that there’s a caterpillar somewhere,” he told you.

You looked around until you spotted another small group of people in a spot you hadn’t been to before. After pointing it out to him, the two of you walked over hand in hand to find that it was indeed the spot where the strings formed a caterpillar, and he grinned, leading you around the room to watch the entire process take place. You met back up with Hyunjin at the door to the next room, and he eyed your joined hands with a smirk.

“How are you liking the colors?” He asked Felix.

Felix looked back at the strings with wide eyes. “I’m more surprised they managed to form different images with the same strings.”

“Hmm, I think you’ll like this one too.”

Hyunjin led the two of you into the next room. The walls and sectioned off parts of the floor had what you assumed were cotton, only they were dyed in soft pastel colors that matched the soft pastel ombre of the walls and floors. The cotton in the sectioned of portions had small entrances, where workers would allow small groups of 3 or 4 people walk across the ground barefoot. Felix let out a small sound in surprise.

“Wow. It’s like the colors are … only kind of there, but still there. So white.”

You hummed. “I think it’s supposed to be the sky. Look, it’s mostly blue, red, orange, and pink. It’s like a sunset.”

“The cotton is the clouds,” Hyunjin agreed, taking Felix’s other hand. “Want to go walk on the clouds with me?”

Felix nodded, and the three of you made it over to the sectioned off portion. You had to wait a few minutes in the line to walk across, and the worker warned you all to walk slowly and to be careful, but once you felt the ‘clouds’ under your feet you knew that it was worth the wait. You were also immediately sure that it wasn’t cotton you were walking on.

“It’s so soft!” Felix exclaimed, wiggling his toes.

The boys waddled ahead of you, Hyunjin even reaching down to touch whatever you were walking on with his own hands in awe.

It really did feel like you were walking on a cloud.

The second installation wasn’t as interactive as the first two. It consisted of multiple pop-art paintings hanged around the room, and Hyunjin was more than eager to explain some of them to Felix. You, however, made your way around the room quickly, and with a quick thumbs up from the boys to show that it was okay, you advanced to the next room by yourself.

This one truly stumped you. You weren’t sure what it was, no matter how long you looked at it. It was a large pane of glass that nearly split the room in two, and splatters of paint littered across the glass. There were lots of dark blue and green peeking out in spots, but most of the glass was covered in bright red splatters, like someone had launched buckets of paint right at it.

You must have spent a long time staring at the art piece trying to understand because Hyunjin and Felix caught up to you, Hyunjin wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“It’s kind of sad, isn’t it,” he murmured.

You blinked. “I don’t get it.”

He pointed out the green and blue splotches on the edge. “It’s supposed to be the earth. The blue and green is the planet, and the red represents … well, I guess you could take it literally as blood covering the earth. But I think it does a good job of representing violence, pain, anger, evil. Its pretty open to interpretation.”

“Oh,” you said, nodding in understanding. “Huh, I never would have thought of that.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “He’s just reading the information packet we were handed at the entrance.”

“You mean the one I stuffed in my bag and haven’t looked at since we got here?” You said sheepishly, reaching for the now crumbled paper.

Hyunjin laughed.

Felix began to wander off towards the other side of the room, but Hyunjin stayed with you as you started to read through the packet, learning about the artists of each piece and the meaning behind them. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder, slowly rocking the two of you side to side.

You giggled. “I can’t read if you keep moving me.”

“You don’t need that anyways. I’ll explain everything to you,” he assured you.

“I’m sure you’ll do a better job anyways,” You said, giving up and deciding you’ll finish the packet back at home. “I love the way you explain things. I love the way you see things.”

“I just appreciate all the little things, the beauty in life. It makes all the big things that much more meaningful.”

“Like what?”

He pressed his mask up against your cheek in leu of a kiss, and you leaned back into his embrace. “Like you.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“Hmm.”

The two of you stood there for another minute, softly rocking back and forth. You closed your eyes and let his warmth wash over you, the feel of his skin on yours, his chest expanding and retracting as he breathed, his soft humming in your ear.

You smiled. “You mean the world to me.”

He just held you tighter in response.

-0-0-

You had once again managed to wander ahead of the boys. You decided to wait for them in a quitter section, sitting down on a bench and scrolling through your phone as you waited. A family walked through, their chatter filling the small room, but they eventually moved on, and you took a second to observe the painting in front of you.

It was pretty, not as colorful as some of the other pieces you had seen today, but you imagined it had some deeper meaning you didn’t quite get.

A guy a little bit older than you sits down on the bench next to you, and you quickly move you bag closer to your body, scooting to the side with a small nod. The two of you sit in silence, looking at the painting, before he suddenly speaks up.

“It’s amazingly intricate, isn’t it,” he says, voice deep.

“Oh, I guess,” You murmur.

He tilts his head, still staring at the painting. “I’m in awe of the technique. Don’t think I could replicate something that beautiful even if I tried.”

You hummed in agreement.

There was a moment of silence, and then he spoke up again, this time turning to look at you fully. “What do you think about it?”

“Oh, I’m not much of an art person,” You explained. “I’m actually just waiting for someone.”

The man narrows his eyes, nods his head for a few seconds, and then shoots you a blinding smile. “Are you a foreigner?”

You hesitate. “Yes?”

“Your Korean is very good.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“You know, foreigners usually learn a lot from sleeping with Korean men.”

He said the words so nonchalantly, so bluntly, that it took you of guard for a second. You couldn’t even find yourself getting angry or scandalized, because you were just so in shock that someone would even say something like that out loud. It was only then that you acknowledged how uncomfortable he was making you.

You grimaced, standing up. “Right. I think I’m just going to-“

“Yah, leaving so soon?” He says, grabbing your arm as you try to pass by.

The room was empty. There was nobody around, and there was a strange man grabbing you, and it took everything you had not scream. Maybe you should scream. Should you scream? Should you hit him? You began to panic, not sure what to do.

His grip tightened. “Hey, there’s no need to be afraid. I just want to talk.”

“Let go of me.”

You tried to sound authoritative, but you voice wavered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and it felt like someone was squeezing it. You try to pull your arm away, but the sudden recoil of the action only has you falling towards the man. The second his other hand touches your hip, you jolt past your hesitation and slam straight into outrage.

“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing against his chest with all your might.

The action forces him to let go, and you stumble back. You’re tempted to run, and for a split second you almost do, but then the loud laugh of a kid gains the attention of the man.

Two kids run into the room, followed by a very anxious mother trying to get them to quiet down. The woman and kids seem to be part of a group, and the small room slowly starts to fill with people. You turn around to look for the man, but he’s already gone.

The kids laugh loudly again.

You rush towards the bathroom as you feel your eyes starting to sting with tears, anger making your body feel hot and fuzzy. It wasn’t until you were in the empty room that you realized your bag was vibrating. You pull out your phone, eyes widening at the 4 missed calls and dozen texts Chan had sent you. Before you can read any of them, he’s calling again.

“Are you okay?” Is the first thing he says the moment you answer.

“I’m okay,” You say instinctively, but then you pause. “I … actually, I don’t know if I am okay.”

“What happened. Where are you?”

“I’m still at the museum, I’m fine … physically. It’s- there was a guy, he said something gross, and he grabbed me. He’s gone now, but it just kind of freaked me out.”

You looked down to your arm, which felt strangely cold from the man’s touch. You felt slimy just thinking about his hands on you.

“Where are the boys?” Chan questioned, and you put him on speaker so you could wash your hands.

“I don’t know. I was waiting for them, and this creep just walked up to me.” You took a deep breath. “I think I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

“Take as long as you need sweetheart.”

You scrubbed your arm with soap in hopes of elevating the disgust, but the harder you scrubbed the more your skin began to sting, so you gave up. You dried off and took a second to just stare at the mirror. The anger was still there, so was the fear, but mostly you just felt tired. You shook your head, picking your phone back up.

“I think I’m good. I’m really sorry I freaked you out,” you told Chan.

“Don’t ever apologize for something that isn’t your fault.” He let out a sigh. “Are you sure the guy is gone?”

You peeked your head out of the bathroom. “Yeah, I don’t see him. I think he got spooked by the other people who showed up.”

Chan swore on the other end, in both Korean and English. “Do you think you can find Hyunjin or Felix?”

“Yeah, I’ll look for them. I’m sorry you had to feel that. I’m sure you’re busy.” You wandered back to the room you had just been in, but there was no sign of the boys. “I can call you back later.”

“I mean absolutely no offense to you sweetheart, but you must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m hanging up right now.”

You let out a small laugh. “Fair enough.”

It was comforting, knowing Chan was on the phone as you made your way around the museum. Even though you were sure you weren’t in any real danger, and the rooms you walked through were full of people, you knew deep down that you wouldn’t have felt as safe as you did now if Chan wasn’t there, even if it was just him breathing on the other end.

You finally spotted Hyunjin first, letting out a sigh of relief. “I found them.”

Hyunjin looked up with a smile as you ran up to him, but his smile quickly dropped when he saw your face. “Are you okay?”

“Let me talk to him,” Chan said, and you quickly handed over the phone.

Felix wandered over when he spotted the two of you. He noticed the tense atmosphere between the two of you, and he placed a hand on your arm in worry as Hyunjin’s face began to pull down in worry and anger.

“What’s going on?”

You licked your lips and took a deep breath. “Some guy grabbed me, I freaked out. Chan felt it.”

“Wait, some guy grabbed you?” Felix dropped his hand and looked you over in worry. He gently lifted your arm in shock, and you realized that there was a small red mark from where you had been grabbed. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“It’s fine, I’m just pissed he got away.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Hyunjin said, and he quickly said something in Korean so fast you couldn’t even begin to understand. “Hyung, I’m calling the cops.”

“The hell you are,” you exclaimed, grabbing the phone out of his hand. “Are you insane?”

“This guy hurt you,” Hyunjin argued.

“That guy is a creep, I won’t argue with you on that, but he didn’t hurt me. He grabbed my arm a little tight, but I’ve been hurt worse by walking into a table.”

“He put his hands on you.” Felix said.

“And what do you plan on doing? Looking for him? Yelling at him? You don’t even know if he’s still here!”

“I’ll have the museum security find out who he is. I’ll track him down myself if I have to,” Hyunjin said.

“Right sure, I can see the headlines now. Stray Kids Hyunjin arrested for attacking a man who was a creep to his soulmate.” You smacked his shoulder. “What happened to keeping a low profile?”

Felix grabbed your hand. “Baby, this guy should have never touched you. What he did was not okay-“

“I know. Believe me, I know.” You interrupted. “But he’s gone now. And I’m not going to let you guys expose yourselves just to … defend my honor. He didn’t do anything that would warrant more than a slap on the wrist. It’s not worth it.”

You could tell neither one was satisfied, but something on your face must have convinced them, because they quickly conceded. You only then remembered you were still on a call with Chan, and you quickly brought the phone back up to your face and asked if he was still there.

“I’m still here,” Chan said softly.

“You get all that?”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“I’m hanging up on you now.”

“Please, be safe.”

You smiled. “I will.”

The words ‘I love you’ burned on the tip of your tongue, begging to be released, but you swallowed them down.

It didn’t feel right.

Not yet.

-0-0-

Even though you tried to encourage the boys to finish the exhibit, they unanimously agreed to cut the date short, and you were secretly relieved. You held Hyunjin’s hand tight as you walked past the security guards, knowing he would be tempted despite your agreement, and managed to make your way out into the warm afternoon sun without any issues.

You were relieved that the boys hadn’t been recognized yet.

“You want to go home?” Felix asked, and you thought about it for a second.

Now that you were out of the museum and breathing in fresh air, the idea of cutting the date short and ending it on such a bitter ending felt wrong. You shook your head.

“What do you want to do?” He asked.

You pursed your lips. “Are there any parks nearby?”

“Hmm, there’s one two blocks away,” Hyunjin said, already looking up the directions on his phone. Then he tilted his head. “If you’re willing to walk a little further, we’re not that far from the Han river.”

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to go to the Han river!”

“Then lets go,” Felix said, eyes crinkling.

You walked in between the two, holding hands with both of them and swinging them back and forth. You felt carefree, a nice change from the exhaustion you had felt earlier, and the wind blowing through your hair swept away all your worries. Even so, you could tell neither boy was completely over what had happened.

You pulled your hands together, forcing them to hold each other’s hands as you moved behind them, giving them a big smile. “You two look good together.”

Hyunjin snorted, wrapping his arm around Felix. “Maybe I’ll steal him all for myself.”

Not one to be outdone, Felix grabbed Hyunjin by the back of the neck. “Who says I won’t come willingly?”

Hyunjin jolted back at that, and the two of them started laughing. You raised an eyebrow, noticing the way their eyes darted to each other and then back to you. You patted Felix on the shoulder as you moved past them, skipping to the corner of the street.

“Come on lover boys. You two can flirt with each other later.”

The three of you continued your walk with less tension than before, the events of the museum only a blip of an otherwise nice day.

Well, relatively nice.

It was hot out, as summer was starting to get closer. The sun was shining bright, and by the time you guys found a nice spot near the river and under the shade, you were sweating. While it wasn’t unbearingly hot, Hyunjin’s offer to get ice cream was a blessing.

He told you he would back quickly, smooching your cheek messily as he left.

Felix decided to wait with you as the other dancer left, leaning back on his elbows and closing his eyes to enjoy the cool breeze. There were kids playing and laughing, couples walking at the riverside, and even dogs running in the grass. It was peaceful.

“I hate it, you know,” Felix said.

You tilted your head in confusion. “What?”

“Having to hide this.” He opened his eyes to look at you. “Not being able to be with you so publicly.”

You eyed his mask still on his face, pulled down only slightly below his nose. Any normal person would have taken it off by now, but even though Hyunjin had led you two towards a fairly secluded area, it was still too risky for his face to be seen in public.

Or rather, it was too risky for him to be seen in public with you.

You looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Felix was quick to reassure you. “It’s what I signed up for when I decided to become an Idol.”

“You still deserve your privacy,” You muttered.

“Would you have done something if we weren’t idols?”

You didn’t have to ask him what he was talking about.

It was silent for a second, wind blowing through the trees above you. Leaves and flowers began to fall around the two of you, littering the grass between you. You grabbed a flower, twirling it around your fingers as you contemplated Felix’s words.

“Maybe.” At the way his face fell, you shifted closer. “Hey, I’m not saying that your idol status was the only reason I didn’t want to get the authorities involved. Like I said before, I doubt they would have been able to do anything more than chastise the guy anyways.”

Felix sighed. “It still doesn’t seem right.”

“It isn’t. But I’m okay, really.”

You reached over to hold his hand, and he gave it a tight squeeze. When he turned his head to look at you, you were already looking at him, the wind blowing hair around and blocking your view for a second. Felix’s eyes shifted to the side, and you turned to see what he was looking at, but you didn’t see anything. You turned back in time to see him pulling his mask down.

His lips were on yours for only a split second, but it was enough to make your face heat up. Felix pressed his forehead to yours, whispering against your lips.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You smiled, letting your lips press together again. “With you? Always.”

He didn’t say anything else after that. Hyunjin didn’t mention your close proximity when he returned, simply handing over your ice cream with soft eyes.

“Careful, it’s starting to melt,” he warned you, but it was too late. A glob of ice cream had slid off the cone and hit your fingers.

He gratefully handed you a napkin afterwards, and you laughed when his own ice cream began to melt onto his hand as well. Felix accepted his own ice cream more carefully, managing to keep his hands clean.

Without thinking too much about it, you licked the ice cream that had fallen onto your fingers before wiping the area with the napkin. You then licked around the cone edge to catch the melting ice cream drops and avoid more of a mess, finishing off with a proper taste of your actual ice cream cone. You looked up to catch both boys watching you with familiar looks.

You snapped your fingers at them, instinctively speaking in english. “Hey, mind out of the gutter. I don’t put out on the first date.”

Felix laughed at your statement, replying in korean. “Damn, there go my plans for the night.”

“Wait, what did you she say?”

The two of you laughed at the confused look on Hyunjin’s face.

Yeah. You were okay.

-0-0-

“Walking me to my door, like proper gentleman,” You teased.

Hyunjin grinned, slipping the ball cap he had used out on the streets and running his hands through his hair. “Maybe we’re just hoping for the end of the date kiss.”

“So I’ve been told,” You said, giving Felix a side eye. “You seem awfully sure of yourself.”

You turned to open your door, planning on teasing them a little bit more, but Hyunjin pressed himself up against you, leaning on his arms resting above you. You turned back to face him properly, flicking his nose.

“Did you need something?”

He puckered his lips in response, and you laughed. You conceded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. His own hands dropped down to your waist, his touch warm and comforting as he kissed you softly and slowly. When he pulled away, you were surprised to see him looking almost sad, and you watched his eyes flicker down to your arm where the man had grabbed you.

While it wasn’t noticeable to anyone who didn’t know better, the skin was red and irritated. There was a chance it might bruise slightly.

You tucked your finger under Hyunjin’s chin and lifted his face so you could look into his eyes. “Hey, forget about it. Forget about him.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said.

“It wasn’t your fault,” You assured him. “Don’t let the actions of one horrible man ruin our perfect date.”

“Perfect, huh?”

“Ahh, don’t let it go to your head,” You droned, pressing another kiss to his lips.

To both of your surprise, the moment Hyunjin pulled away Felix was there, pushing you back against the door and kissing you so hard it made you see stars. He practically devoured you, your breath stolen and lips tingling when he finally pulled away. His eyes were dilated, mouth red and slick with saliva that he licked away, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What happened to taking it slow?”

“Screw slow.”

Later that night, as you were getting ready for bed, Hyunjin sent a message to the group chat. It was a picture of you and Felix kissing at your front door, and he sent another message after.

‘Nothing in that museum compares to seeing these two together. This is real art.’

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pipecleaneradventures · 3 months ago

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Today I've been sorting my figures to be ready to be made into scenes. The objects in this video are some extra bits I needed to make to finish the sets and give props to the charactrs in the sscenes. But hey, I finally started sorting my critters to prepaare for scenes like I used to do. At first I thought it was a slow waste of time because I just have way too many scene ideas. But once I had a few scenes ready, and finished the props for some others, I felt much better. I think this kind of preparation was why I was less stressed while making my early videos. I had a plan and I had all the pieces ready and all I needed to do was animate them rather than digging around to find them and realizing I was missing something so I would have to stop animating to make it or look around way too long to find it.

I'd been afraid to be organized again because I'd toggen really stressed out when I organized all my ideas and realized tht I had over a thousand of them. But now I've figured out that there are different kinds of organizing. There are some kinds of organizing that just get you overwhelmed like the list kind. And there's the other kind of organizing that I also don't enjoy which is like sorting all your pipe cleaners into their colors, because that kind of organizing that doens't require much thought gives your brain a place to wander and get lost thinking of depressing thoughts. But this third kind of organizing I did today was really fun once I got started. I even thought of things as I played out the scenes in my head, I thought of things that needed to be in them or how the scenes would hapen and even realized there were characters who should be there.

Anyway, I feel pretty good now, and I hope to have some fun pipe cleaner adventures animated for you soon. Silly me to think that the animation itslef was what was stressing me out and so I kept trying to find out ways to animate faster. But the whole time, the real thing I was stressed out about was not being able to decide what scene to do first and being worried about having everything I need for a scene. The animation part is super fun and always was fun. The preparation stuff is what isn't fun, or I make it not fun becausse I think too much and get overwhelmed. But I have all the things I need ready, then I don't need to worry.

I'd been really deprressed because I'd lost my confidence in everything and I didn't know how to get it back. I couldn't even make critters anymore because everything I made I thought weas ugly. Nothing I made was good enought to show and I just felt really guilty and didn't know wht to do to fix it. But now that I'm a little more correctly organized I feel better and I hope I stay feeling better and am able to keep myself motivated again.

#pipecleaners #chenillestems #pipecleaner #pipecleanercrafts #pipecleaneranimals #sotpmotion #stopmotionanimation #animation

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larixxz · 8 months ago

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Risa Hayashida (Wiki entries)

Here are some facts about her!!:) i’ve managed to write a little bit about her story, not too much but enough 😭💀 (sucks to be in the final year of highschool and prepare urself for exams and graduation 💔)

⚠️my oc’s story will include sensetive topics such as violence, murder, loss etc.!! ⚠️ (also sorey for my english🥹😟😟)

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ᯓ★ I. Overview

ᯓ★ II. Personality

ᯓ★ III. Appearance

ᯓ★ IV. Breathing Style

ᯓ★ V. Abilities

ᯓ★ VI. Backstory

ᯓ★ VII. Relationship with other

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★ I. Overview 🌺

• name―୨୧⋆ ˚

➤ Risa (梨彩) meaning: “Pear“

-Risa is a vibrant name rooted in multiple languages and cultures. However, its most widely accepted origin is Japanese. Based on the kanji characters used to write it, Risa exhibits numerous connotations.

➤ Hayashida (林田) meaning: “forest rice paddy”

-this surname was chosen because for centuries Risa’s ancestors were living in the mountains near forests, harvesting crops.

•birthday―୨୧⋆ ˚

�� march 10th

•age―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ 17

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➥ female

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➥159cm

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➥ demon slayer (ever since 12 years old)

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➥ hashira (since 14 years old, so for 3 years straight!)

•breath―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ Dragon Breathing Style

★ II. Personality 🌷

Risa , the Dragon Hashira, is very well known not only for being an extrovert but also for an empath, showing sensitivity and understanding towards the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. She has no trouble lending a hand in need even for the smallest inconvenience possible, as she considers it’s the Hashira’s duty to make others feel comfortable and welcome. She makes it very clear from the start that if you ever need something you can count on her!

However, with close friends, she does seem to be more on the playful, mischievous side as she loves to pull (harmful) pranks and tricks! She thrives on the reactions of others to her pranks, finding joy in laughter and amusement. But, sometimes, it does get out of hand… (as one time Risa, together with Tengen, faked a love letter from Mitsuri to Obanai but as consequence got her butt beaten by him🪦.Tengen managed to run away from the situation tho💀💀)

★ III. Appearance 🌸

In her childhood, to keep Risa safe from head lices, Hayami would often keep her hair really short but still cute, a short hime cut.

(example)

However, in her adolescence years, to honor her mother after her passing, she let her hair grow really long below her knees. It gave her some closure every time she looked in the mirror, thinking that it’s the only way to feel somehow connected to her.

She has a very long luscious hair kept in a low ponytail, ranging from the top of her head with a light coral that eventually fades to a cardinal red color. She kept the same face-framing layer from her childhood, a hime cut but longer sidelocks.

Thanks to her hair color it really accentuates the intensity of her azure eyes with a little bit of light yellow. Unlike average people, her pupils are thin and sharp, similar to a reptile. Her thick eyebrows doesn’t go unnoticed either.

Her attire consists in:

• top & bottom : standard demon slayer uniform (dark brown).

(she did got the revealing one just like Mitsuri from that perv but ultimately declined, shoving that “defected” uniform into his mouth and forcefully made him chew.)

• she wears a large indigo haori made by her mother, filled with red and white flowers.

•footwear : sandals idk😭

★ IV. Breathing Style 💐

I should probably give a little bit of context (cringe aleeert😍😍 my 14 year old ass ateee ) :

Risa retains an ancient sword that she managed to obtain at the age of 12 years old by overcoming certain obstacles in order to become a Demon Slayer. This particular sword is actually possessed by a deity’s spirit who couldn’t find it’s peace yet after being killed centuries ago. Even though his physical body died, his spirit still remained lost on earth and withdrew itself in the sword.

The spirit’s name is Ryoma and takes form of a dragon with long horns and fluffy fur. The rest of his body is packed with scales. Not everyone can see him, though. So, sometimes, it looks like Risa is talking to herself. (which creeps people out…)

It might seem confusing but she gets a boost of power, benefiting not only from her swordsmanship styles but also from Ryoma’s strength. However, it is not unlimited as Ryoma needs energy to fight. So whenever he gets too tired, Risa will just simply use her style. (squiggly movements, similar to a dragon’s pattern)

He restores his energy by either sleeping.

In some cases, Ryoma can fuse with Risa’s breathing style, becoming more powerful but uses ton of energy.

(she also refuses for anyone to forge her weapon as it actually hurts for Ryoma. only she gently takes care of it.)

Dragon Breathing Style consists in 7 known forms:

1. First Form: Inferno Breath.

2. Second Form: Azure Tempest.

3. Third Form: Crystal Rain.

4. Fourth Form: Ryū Roar.

5. Fifth Form : Mizzle Dance.

6. Sixth Form: Savoury Munch.

7. Seventh Form: Immolate.

(will explain these forms another time😍😍)

★ V. Abilities

Even before becoming a Demon Slayer, she was blessed enough with a muscular built passed by her ancestors and having denser muscles than an average person. (not like Mitsuri tho ofc, maybe just three times denser).

Besides her strength, enhanced eyesight are also one of her main abilities that contributes greatly in battles. She can very clearly see the opponent’s next move.

Speaking of speed, she would definitely be the same level as Rengoku.

It might sound weird but sometimes, in a battle field, in order to keep the same speed as the opponent she uses all of her limbs to move, climb, drag herself around faster. (think just like Inosuke lol😭)

Her stamina and endurance is pretty average, it depends whenever she benefits some special effects from her Breathing Technique.

★ VI. Backstory 🎥

Risa- just a newborn.

- She was born into a community, far away from the other villages. This clan is thought to be a descendant from Ryoma, an immortal supreme creature that existed throughout the centuries on earth, before Muzan was ever born.

(PAST)

It is said that it’s clan appearance took apart when, several decades ago, a small community of villagers fled to the top of a mountain to escape starvation and the demons unleashed by Muzan. There, they found a cabin inhabited by a tall, pale man with platinum, silky hair and celadon eyes. He looked too beautiful to be human. The man, sad upon hearing their unfortunate story, suggested living in the same area as him only with the condition to help eachother out. Over time, living close with one another , they finally started creating familles together, they had the time to finally focus on what they can improve on skill-wise. Danger wasn’t a problem for them anymore as demons weren’t usually crossed the paths towards their new “hideout”.

The tall, white-headed man was finally happy to be surrounded by humans.

His name was Ryoma. But.. was he actually immortal?

[PRESENT]

Risa was the only daughter of the Hayashida Clan, which had only been blessed with boys for hundreds of years. The arrival of a girl in the family was seen as a positive change, as Risa would grow up to become a strong, beautiful, and inspiring lady who could serve as a role model for her peers.

Until.. all of their hopes were crushed.

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Late one night, an unexpected and vicious attack was launched by demons sent by Muzan at the small village, catching its inhabitants off guard. The surprise attack resulted in the deaths of many, leaving only a handful of survivors. Among the survivors were Risa and her oldest brother, Rikku. In a desperate attempt to escape, Rikku fled to the closest village with Risa's baby sister cradled in his arms, but not before sustaining a major injury to his abdomen. Even though he had never left the mountain, Rikku managed to grab an old map of Japan before fleeing in search of refuge. However, the journey was fraught with danger and difficulty. With each passing moment, Rikku's wounds grew worse, he had left a massive trail of his own blood. Plus, Rikku was still far away from the village he had to refugee in with Risa and to report the Demon Slayer Corps about the night attack.. It was late.

He failed everyone from his family.

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The only thing that made him proud in that moment was the fact that he protected his baby sister so well- no scar on her delicate, fair skin. He had no choice but to rest under the nearest cheery blossom tree and accepting his destiny in a matter of hours.

This was his last moment to admire nature’s beauty one last time before closing his eyes and falling into a deep, deep sleep for eternity.

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For Risa’s luck, just the next day, he was found dead. His corpse, along with baby Risa sleeping peacefully in his arms, were found by a woman who just happened to live in the village Rikku was supposed to arrive in. The woman, named Hayami, noticed a small letter beside the young man, written in blood. Upon reading his letter and their situation, she felt pity for his fate and decided to give him a proper burial and took Risa into her care.

Nothing is known of her expect the fact that her name is Hayami. She is just a simple, hard-working women who sadly her husband “died” and suffered from infertility. It caused her a great moment of happiness finding Risa, thinking she could finally have someone to take care of and cherish.

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Risa- a teenager. (12 years old)

Growing up, Risa has always showed her admiration and gratitude towards the swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps. Whenever she would see one doing a check-up in her village, she did not missed a chance into chatting with them about their routines, strenght and overall their life style as a demon slayer. The first Demon Slayer she ever talked to was actually an hashria, Uzui Tengen.

By the time Risa was 12 years old she already found out about her origins from Hayami. For some time she could only feel emptiness. It definitely messed her up, both psychically and mentally. Being the only blood line survivor that knew nothing of her past made her feel like a stranger to her own heart.. However, because of this reason, she did not wanted to happen similar or worser to someone else. So she made a very drastic choice of becoming a Demon Slayer.

When she told Hayami about her future plans she had her full support, letting her know she will always be by her side. Before attending the Final Selections, she had only one wish- visiting her hometown where she actually came from.

In this case, Hayami handed Risa the old map Rikku had with him the whole time he tried to escape. Thanks to this map, she was able to track the same path where her family used to live.

Risa took a few days to reach her final destination. As Risa made her way towards her destination, she couldn't help but notice the overgrown plants that had taken over the small houses. The sight filled her with a sense of melancholy as she tried to imagine how her family used to live there before their passing. How were they as people? What did they used to like? Were they good people? All kinds of questions started to pop in her mind. Suddenly, she stumbled upon a dusty scabbard with a sword inside. As she cautiously touched the handle, Risa felt a strange sensation, an electric shock, which made her instinctively drop it. However, she gathered her courage and took a closer look at the katana on her second attempt. As she carefully took out the sword, she noticed how it’s blade was changing colors to a lavander color which totally confused her, not knowing why. (yet LMAOO)

Thinking this might be the only evidence she can gather from her bloodline, she did not hesitated to bring it back with her home.

It was way too early when she arrived home, not even the sun was up by then. But, to her surprise, the doors were freely open with no one inside. Where was her mother? It coulnd’t been an attack by a demon, that’s for sure.. there were no blood. Risa had yelled for Hayami but to no response- she wans’t here.

That’s when Risa ran outside of her yard, trying to find someone to ask for help from her neighbors but the only sight she could catch was a large crowd in the middle of the commune, asseverating remarks of someone to be immediately burned. Making her way to see what was going on, every noise surrounding her quickly turned into a muffle and her vision blurred.

Her mother was tightly tied to a skate, ashamedly looking down at the ground. Hayami was a demon all along that outlived every single relative of her family years ago. Ultimately, she got saved by Lady Tamayo and inherited proprieties that once belonged to her family, making her very rich. However, because of Zaiaku Jigoku, a noble who wanted to buy some land owned by Hayami but was rejected, he managed to find all kinds of secrets about her and her identity and turned everyone against her to get all of her wealth after her death. He had a reason to execute her now- for being a demon and lying about it.

Calling out for her mother and intervening between people to save her was in vain - the guards sent by Zaiaku took hold of her and did not let her interfere with her mother’s execution. Hearing her daughter’s cries, Hayami couldn't do anything but sadly smile at her for the last time before being consumed by the sun. Even though she could have easily killed the humans, she chose not to, as she was committed to this decision. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but to be considered normal, like she was once before being turned. Before being consumed, she mumbled something that Risa couldn’t understand.

Her vision was blurred by her tears. Her heart was aching, as if a thousand daggers were piercing it repeatedly. She was compelled to watch as her mother was mercilessly taken from her. Despite her agonizing screams, no one intervened. At that moment, Risa's desperation gradually morphed into anger as she realized that the bystanders were indifferent to her mother's death, and the Japanese noble was going to basically win, making Risa homeless. Unwilling to let this pass, rage consumed her and she finished off almost everyone involved - specifically those who sided with Zaiaku.

Before dispatching the noble, he begged for mercy and pleaded with her to let him go as he has children who will mourn his passing. Risa had nothing but hatred towards this man; “How dare you ask for mercy just so you can move on and live a normal life with your family, while I have to mourn the death of my mother for the rest of my life?”

Eliminating the nobility did not ease Risa's pain, instead, it worsened as she stood before the bodies, covered in their blood. The realization that she had become what she detested most - a demon - left a heavy lump in her throat.

For years, in silence, she suffered. She never really told anyone about this but Gyomei.

★ VII. Relationship with other hashiras 🪷

She does get along with most of them thanks to her outgoing personality!

(still have to do what impressions she has for the kamaboko squad but wtv)

END. <3

(might just add/edit some stuff another time🤨)

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nalyra-dreaming · 2 months ago

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Hey Nalyra,

I wondered if you happened to recall exactly where it is in the books when Louis kills the artist who paints his portrait?

I feel like it must have been in Interview with the Vampire as I remember the description as being in Louis’ voice? I can picture the scene in my mind, but I can’t picture the chronological context of exactly when that was?!

If you can’t remember instinctively, no worries!

Hey dear!!

(Finally found it^^) It is in IWTV indeed, an artist who actually finds Louis (and leads him to his studio) to sketch him:

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“Out of the mist which had followed the rain, a man was walking towards me. I can remember him as roaming on the landscape of a dream, because the night around me was dark and unreal. The hill might have been anywhere in the world, and the soft lights of Paris were an amorphous shimmering in the fog. And sharp-eyed and drunk, he was walking blindly into the arms of death itself, his pulsing fingers reaching out to touch the very bones of my face.

“I was not crazed yet, not desperate. I might have said to him, ‘Pass by.’ I believe my lips did form the word Armand had given me, ‘Beware.’ Yet I let him slip his bold, drunken arm around my waist; I yielded to his adoring eyes, to the voice that begged to paint me now and spoke of warmth, to the rich, sweet smell of the oils that streaked his loose shirt. I was following him, through Montmartre, and I whispered to him, ‘You are not a member of the dead.’ He was leading me through an overgrown garden, through the sweet, wet grasses, and he was laughing as I said, ‘Alive, alive,’ his hand touching my cheek, stroking my face, clasping finally my chin as he guided me into the light of the low doorway, his reddened face brilliantly illuminated by the oil lamps, the warmth seeping about us as the door closed.

“I saw the great sparkling orbs of his eyes, the tiny red veins that reached for the dark centers, that warm hand burning my cold hunger as he guided me to a chair. And then all around me I saw faces blazing, faces rising in the smoke of the lamps, in the shimmer of the burning stove, a wonderland of colors on canvases surrounding us beneath the small, sloped roof, a blaze of beauty that pulsed and throbbed. ‘Sit down, sit down...’ he said to me, those feverish hands against my chest, clasped by my hands, yet sliding away, my hunger rising in waves.

“And now I saw him at a distance, eyes intent, the palette in his hand, the huge canvas obscuring the arm that moved. And mindless and helpless, I sat there drifting with his paintings, drifting with those adoring eyes, letting it go on and on till Armand’s eyes were gone and Claudia was running down that stone passage with clicking heels away from me, away from me.

“ ‘You are alive...’ I whispered. ‘Bones,’ he answered me. ‘Bones...’ And I saw them in heaps, taken from those shallow graves in New Orleans as they are and put in chambers behind the sepulcher so that another can be laid in that narrow plot. I felt my eyes close; I felt my hunger become agony, my heart crying out for a living heart; and then I felt him moving forward, hands out to right my face—that fatal step, that fatal lurch. A sigh escaped my lips. ‘Save yourself,’ I whispered to him. ‘Beware.’

“And then something happened in the moist radiance of his face, something drained the broken vessels of his fragile skin. He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hands. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes ll

with the colors of his face, my ears ll with his struggling cry, my hands ll with that strong, ghting esh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that esh and had the blood that gave it life. ‘Die,’ I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, ‘die,’ and felt him struggle to look up at me. And again I drank and again he fought, until at last he slipped, limp and shocked and near to death, on the oor. Yet his eyes did not close.

“I settled before his canvas, weak, at peace, gazing down at him, at his vague, graying eyes, my own hands orid, my skin so luxuriously warm. ‘I am mortal again,’ I whispered to him. ‘I am alive. With your blood I am alive.’ His eyes closed. I sank back against the wall and found myself gazing at my own face.

“A sketch was all he’d done, a series of bold black lines that nevertheless made up my face and shoulders perfectly, and the color was already begun in dabs and splashes: the green of my eyes, the white of my cheek. But the horror, the horror of seeing my expression! For he had captured it perfectly, and there was nothing of horror in it. Those green eyes gazed at me from out of that loosely drawn shape with a mindless innocence, the expressionless wonder of that overpowering craving which he had not understood. Louis of a hundred years ago lost in listening to the sermon of the priest at Mass, lips parted and slack, hair careless, a hand curved in the lap and limp. A mortal Louis. I believe I was laughing, putting my hands to my face and laughing so that the tears nearly rose in my eyes; and when I took my ngers down, there was the stain of the tears, tinged with mortal blood. And already there was begun in me the tingling of the monster that had killed, and would kill again, who was gathering up the painting now and starting to ee with it from the small house.

“When suddenly, up from the oor, the man rose with an animal groan and clutched at my boot, his hands sliding o the leather. With some colossal spirit that deed me, he reached up for the painting and held fast to it with his whitening hands. ‘Give

it back!’ he growled at me. ‘Give it back!’ And we held fast, the two of us, I staring at him and at my own hands that held so easily what he sought so desperately to rescue, as if he would take it to heaven or hell; I the thing that his blood could not make human, he the man that my evil had not overcome. And then, as if I were not myself, I tore the painting loose from him and, wrenching him up to my lips with one arm, gashed his throat in rage.”

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It's after a discussion with Armand, just before Louis encounters Madeleine.

#savagewildnerness #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire #book quotes

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neopronouns · 1 year ago

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flag id: two flags with 7 stripes. the left flag's stripes are dark blue, bright blue, pale purple-pink, dull pink, pale purple-pink, bright blue, and dark blue. the right flag's stripes are light sky blue, very light sky blue, pale purple-pink, dull pink, pale purple-pink, very light sky blue, and light sky blue. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

weafabtrale | weafabtrasc

weafabtrale: having a weak connection to one's afab identity despite being trans male

weafabtrasc: having a weak connection to one's afab identity despite being transmasculine

[pt: weafabtrale: having a weak connection to one's afab identity despite being trans male

weafabtrasc: having a weak connection to one's afab identity despite being transmasculine. end pt]

for anon! colors are from this afab man flag (the afab stripes specifically), this trans man flag, and this transmasculine flag, with the afab stripes lightened and desaturated to represent a weak connection. the terms are 'wea' from 'weak', 'afab', 'tra' from 'trans', + 'ale' from 'male'/'asc' from 'masc'!

weafabtrale can also be called weafabtroy or weafabtraman if one prefers the wording of 'trans boy' or 'trans man'!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

#weafabtrale #weafabtroy #weafabtraman #weafabtrasc #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai

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missy-the-dragon · 5 months ago

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Today I share my finished (Main) Slugcat Gijinkas. I hope you enjoy them! I made the designs to be as androgynous as possible, however you are free to refer to the slugcats with any pronouns you'd like.

I'll share their design notes under each image :3!

Spear Master- I wanted to go for a pretty intimidating look while also keeping a sense of elegance and professionalism because above all they really are just a glorified mailman. Their hair is tied up so they can get a good shot with their spears and they wear dark colors to be able to traverse without being noticed. The mask up on their face is for fashion and to cover up the fact that they simply don't have a mouth. All of their communication is through sign language and their eyes and eyebrows.

Hunter- They're on the move. Constantly. CONSTANTLY. So I gave them clothes to travel in. Pants that tie up easily a pouch for small items and the world's probably worst smelling tank top ever. I forgot their rot initially so that got added. I wanted them to have a pretty stern rbf kinda face. And also their hair is chopped up like that from both self inflicted horrid haircuts and pissed lizards. Also their ears are permanently affixed into alert mode. Good upper body and lower body. Scars from plenty of conflicts. They have dimples and thicker brows.

Gourmand- Someone who pursues food and specifically hunts for it on their own. I wanted their clothes to be comfortable but also convenient but also professional. But they're honestly a fashion crime and they know it. Their clothes under the button up shirt are easy to move in and the apron doubles as a cloak. They're usually not THIS well dressed and usually have a bit more protection on considering they hunt stuffs to eat whether it be literally or just foraging. They're also pretty muscular in the upper body but their legs are a tad noodly. But I think you should know they would probably body half the slugcats with physical prowess alone. Shorter hair for convenience because hair in your food isn't pleasant. And a short chunky tail because it's cute. They were tricky but I just designed what I thought would be fun in this case and they're based on my old culinary teacher slightly. I think I will give them new clothes sometime though.

Artificer- They're litterally at war w scavengers like. They need to be well dressed for that. The black under their shirt is actually pretty thick for withstanding blows and there's a brace on one of their arms (I feel like constantly exploding fucks up ur nerves y'know?) to keep their aim steady with spears n bombs. Also their tail is bent at a werid angle! Still functional but it has a lil knot in it. Under their clothes there are vents in their body to release heat. They're one of the older slugcats. Gnarly claws on their hands and feet.

Rivulet- Rivulet was hard for me because I was sure what I wanted to go with when I was doing them. I gave them kind of a more sporty active build made for swimming. I thought it would also be interesting to give them a camera. But this was mostly me just clowning on their big eyes. Under the jacket and cargo shorts they are wearing the world's goofiest swim attire. Floral print and all. Their ears are also ALOT smaller than the other cats.

Saint- They were incredibly fun for me design wise but I struggled to figure out what kind of body type to give them. Their hair is in a thick braid and their bangs cover their eyes. They also still have a sticky tongue. I decided not to draw their eyes open. I think it's more fun to leave an interpretation for them on what you think they look like. I gave them a robe with wool on the inside so they aren't cold.

Survivor (I know it's spelled wrong I'm tired)&Monk- My friends said to not separate them so I didn't. I've always imagined survivor as the taller slimmer sibling with a average build and Monk with a bit more weight on them and a bit shorter. The braids in their hair are from each other. I gave them simple robes to wear something flexible to move in but also comfortable for travel. They're basically supposed to be opposite in every way. A little fun bit is that monk's bangs is supposed to look like the final karma symbol.

I'm done! I will eventually make a post with the last two slugcats which are Inv/Enot and Nightcat but I'm not sure in their designs yet. Until then thank you for reading all of this and taking the time to look at my art and design! And reblogs in this post are greatly appreciated!

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diurnostarfizz · 1 month ago

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funeral de mi laptop (cuidado con los ojitos 2)

bro estoy escribiendo esto nada mas acabar y esta ardiendo, no creo que lo publique ara seguido porque voy s cerrarla y darle un descanso asi que esto probablemente estara escrito al cabo de unos minutos

(k ya esta mejor ok)

uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh, no importa cuanto lo trate de evitar, cuantos años pasen, y cuantas cosas vea- no puedo escapar de fnaf- siempre vuelve a mi lo quiera o no.

mucha wea cargada sobre el dibujo pero o-k

este es el peak de mi carrera como artista, la proxima vez que dibuje me va a parecer una mierda

uh, esto lo quiero decir para cualquier post futuro que haga de fnaf, pero, me gustan ships PERO- no shippeo las almas de los niños, sino los animatronicos en si. no me maten pls

yyyy no se que mas decir-

uuuhhh fredbear es mi favorito lo amo mi equipo de fnaf world (si me descarge fnaf world) es literalmente fredbear, nightmare fredbear, nightmare y crying child (crying child tmabien me gusta) y el segundo equipo son nigmarionette y puppet, bonnie retrete, digo sin cara digo withered, y el golden

uhhhhh fredbear fredbear fredbear necesito su peluche

hasta el proximo eclipse adieu

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crownsofesha · 1 year ago

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asking royal simblr: show us your favorite IRL tiara and then your favorite *sims* tiara!!!

So... my favorite irl tiara is something that technically wouldn't be considered a tiara, but its just so pretty I have to share.

This is Anna Pavlova, a prima ballerina from Russia. The kokoshnik she is weaing is one of my favorite kokoshnik pieces, especially the pearl flowers. It is just so intricate.

My favorite sims tiara is tied between these two

I love the shapes and the colors of the gems. So pretty!

#coeask #ask #funkyllama #thanks for the ask!#I had a pretty hard time choosing one kokoshnik that I gave up on deciding the sims tiara #seriously though kokoshkok are some of my favorite pieces in the whole world #literally any kokoshnik someone shows me I will be like “ooo love that”#I wish I could make cc #my story would be a lot more slavic

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aliashborn · 2 years ago

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(S) Jealous P2 (GP! Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader)

<Just wanted to put this here so you would know how thick you and Natasha are:

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You:

Hair color: reddish pink

Eye color: reddish pink

Height: 5'4 (162 cm)

Weight: 110 lbs (50 kg)

Three sizes: B71/W57/H90

Cock size: 6 inches long and 2 in wide

Natasha:

Hair color: crimson red

Eye color: emerald green

Height: 5'9 (175 cm)

Weight: 115 lbs (52 kg)

Three sizes: B100(D cup)/W55/H105

Cock size: 12 inches long & 4 inches wide

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Now go ahead and read, my beloved bitches. By the way, I write these before sleeping, that's why it took so long>

(Synopsis: Natasha gets extremely jealous and possessive when she finds out her femboy lover was sent as a stripper for women, so when he gets back, she will make sure to show him who he belongs to.

Warnings: don Natasha, sub reader, femboy reader, big ass reader, perverted Natasha, mean Natasha, nipple stimulation (R receiving), dirty talk <duh, it's Natasha>, fingering (R receiving), eating out (R receiving), anal sex (R receiving), shower sex <be careful when you do it, okay?>, rough sex, possessive sex.

Not proof read, please ignore all mistakes)

As you showered inside the bathroom, you didn't notice or hear the locked door getting opened before your jealous Natasha walked in. Honestly, she found it quite amusing how you thought that a lock would stop her.

She was Natasha Romanoff, the best spy in the world and one of the deadliest assassins in the said world! Picking the lock of a simple bathroom was child's play to her.

"hmmm mmm hmm hm hm~." You hummed comfortably as you washed your long, pinkish red hair that Natasha loved so much. Hearing your hums, Natasha smiled gently before it turned into a mean and predatory one when she saw your dirty clothes.

Even though you were extremely feminine, short and beautiful, you weren't one to wear female clothing unless Natasha wanted you to, so the dirty clothes were just jeans and a shirt.

However, there were two pieces of clothing that were not meant for guys, panties and a bra. You didn't want to wear either of them, but you were forced to. The bra was because of how much Natasha had developed your chest.

Your chest and nipples had always been extremely sensitive, to the point where a simple touch would leave you panting. And well, Natasha loved it.

To the point where she would touch them and mess with them at least once a day when neither of you were on a mission. And since you two had been dating for nearly three years, she had made your sensitive chest into boobs.

Your nipples and areolas had become embarrassingly big and extremely sensitive. Forget about leaving you as a panting mess, she could even make you cum with just your nipples.

And god did she love the sight of your embarrassed self coming undone from her just abusing your sensitive chest. She actually wanted you to get nipple piercings, but she didn't know how to bring up the conversation or if your were okay with it. <Should I make a one shot about that?>

And well, after three years of having your nipples abused almost daily by the redheaded assassin, you couldn't even wear shirts normally, so you had to wear a bra now.

She loved that too. And since she was mean, she had even hidden your bras to mess with you. Watching how you squirmed in place and tried to hide your hard nipples while trying to keep the shirt away from your extremely sensitive nipples was a huge turn on for Natasha. She made you cum several times with just your nipples before she wrecked you till you passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation. <What about this one? Should I write a fanfic about this one?>

And the panties were because Natasha forced you to wear them. She just loved how panties and thongs showed off your hug bottom. And well, she had forced you to wear them everyday, otherwise, she would make you regret it.

You had thought that she was just bluffing (fucking idiot), so you decided to just wear your usual and everyday underwear. But well, she found out and she wasn't happy about it.

She had tied you up in your bedroom, gagged you, and had put a 9 inch vibrating dildo up your tight ass. It wouldn't be that much since you were used to taking your girlfriend's 12 inch cock up your ass numerous times.

However, she wasn't planning to fuck you with it. She had set the vibration on the lowest setting, had stuck two egg vibrators to your nipples before leaving you alone for the entire day.

Yeah... You seriously regretted disobeying her that day. You were a sobbing mess because of not being able to cum when Natasha came back. You didn't dare to escape, because you knew that it would make the situation worse. With how much of a mental sadist she was, she would probably push a few egg vibrators along with the dildo.

She bit her lip as she picked up your pink, tight panties and sniffed them with a delighted face :'Fucking hell, he smells as amazing as ever.' As the sweet and slightly sweaty smell entered her nose, she couldn't help but groan quietly as her dick began to get bigger inside of her pants.

But well, why would she just stick to your panties when she could have your big, soft ass and tight asshole instead? She smirked as how you showered with your eyes closed, not paying any attention to your surroundings.

She quietly took her own clothes off along with her bra, releasing her sexy girls that she knew you loved so much, and her boxer briefs which were holding back her monster of a cock.

As she stripped herself off of any useless clothing, she quietly opened the glass door without you noticing since your back was turned towards it. Natasha had to bite her lip as her hard member twitched at the sight of your ass giggling from every simple movement to not groan at the sight and how you shivered because of the water hitting your nipples.

As you picked up a shampoo bottle, it suddenly slipped from your hand and fell to the ground. You sighed in annoyance as you bent over to grab it before you suddenly felt an all too familiar object press right onto your hole.

You shrieked as you turned around and tried to punch the intruder, but Natasha was a lot faster as she grabbed your hands and pinned you to the incredibly tough glass :"Whoa there, detka (babe), calm down."

Seeing the redheaded beauty looked down on you with the predatory look that you were all too familiar with and how her dick was hard as a diamond, you gulped nervously as your breathing became faster.

You looked up at her with pleading eyes and quivering lips as you tried to free yourself from her hold, a fruitless and useless attempt :"N-Nat! Y-you said I'm free today!"

The Russian redhead chuckled darkly as she held your arms in place with an iron grip that would probably leave marks as you winced slightly :"Well, I had a change of heart. I just had to show you your place~."

You pursed your quivering lips as gently stomped your foot :"Baby, please! I can't! I-I seriously can't! I will seriously pass out from either the first or second orgasm! I-I will make it up to you, okay? Just please, please, PLEASE let me rest today!

"Nope, not happening." Natasha said as she suddenly attached her lips to one of your nipples. "OH FUCK!" Your eyes went wide at the sudden attack as loud moans escaped your lips as she started sucking on your sensitive chest.

Your legs immediately started shaking as you arched your back and curled your toes from the overwhelming pleasure :"Oh god oh god oh fuck! *Gasp* N-Nat, please, gentle-AAHHH!"

You gritted your teeth at the sudden sensation of her biting your nipple, causing tears to pool in your eyes as you started panting. But thankfully, she immediately started licking your bitten nipple to sooth the pain as all the strength in your body began to leave you.

And she noticed it from how your struggling arms became a lot weaker. Because of course she would, she has been your girlfriend for a few years now, she knows your body better than you do.

You were already a lot weaker than her, that was obvious with how she easily had your arms pinned to the wall. But with how she turned your body's switch on, she hardly needed to use any strength to hold you.

As you panted, gasped and even twitched because of the lingering sensation of the bite, Natasha moved your hands up before holding them both up with one hand.

"Oh fuck..." You whimpered out as you noticed her now free hand coming to your other nipple. You bit your bottom lip to try and keep your voice down as she started her assault on your poor chest.

"Fuck..." Natasha let out as she detached her plump lips from your big, hard nipple before she licked her lips :"I missed playing with these babies so much while you were away. You can't imagine how many times I've masturbated to the pictures of your abused nipples and my cum dripping from your gaping asshole while you were away."

A moan left your lips as your now hard cock twitched at the images of Natasha fucking her fist onto her cock while looking at the pictures of your nipples when she had finished playing with them and the pictures where her cock was buried deep inside you.

She looked up at you with a predatory smile as she licked her teeth :"Oh? Does that turn you on, detka (baby)? Does the thought of me always thinking about you and wanting to fuck you every second of the day make you hot and bothered?"

You nodded quickly and rapidly with tears in the corner of your eyes :"Y-yes! God, yes! Please, babe, please!" Natasha chuckled as she came face to face with you :"Please what, dorogoy (sweetheart)?"

"Pl-MMM!" A moan left your lips as Natasha pinched your nipple just when you were about to speak :"*Gasp* Oh, fuck... Please, my love, please! Please fuck me already!"

The moment the words left your lips, she immediately kissed you in a lustful manner as she let go of your hands and hugged your waist instead.

Your hands immediately traveled to her neck as your arms circled the taller goddess while you kissed as if you were starved for each other while you moaned into the kiss when she palmed your ass cheeks.

She pulled her head away and you immediately chased after her, causing her to chuckle as she playfully spanked you, causing you to jump a little :"You seriously have a whorish body. You were begging me to not fuck you tonight and let you rest, but you immediately started begging for me to fuck you when I touched you a bit. Such a slut."

You pursed your lips as you looked up at her with a glare, but because of how turned on you were, it just looked like you were pleading :"Isn't it your fault? My body was already seriously sensitive even before I met you. But after our first night together, you started using my body like a sex toy... Of course my body would become even more sensitive than it already was..."

Natasha couldn't help but bite her lip at your admission of being her sex toy that she loved so much :"Glad to know you know your place, because I'll be using my sex toy now~."

She got back to kissing your plump lips as she gripped your ass cheeks harder, causing you to moan into the kiss as she inserted two of her fingers inside.

She stopped kissing you as she slowly began to travel lower, kissing your jaw, the sweet spot on your neck and giving you a nice hickey, chest, nipples, stomach and your cute navel before she turned you around and forced your front to stick to the glass door.

"Fuck..." Natasha let out as she licked her lips when she saw your pretty asshole clenching around nothing and just waiting to get stuffed. A whimper left your lips as she spread your ass cheeks and nearly screamed when she buried her face between them.

"Mmm, oh fuck, Natty!" It wasn't the first time that she had eaten you out, but she still could make you a moaning mess with her skillful tongue.

You arched your back and pushed back to her, earning a slap to your rear as Natasha fucked you with her tongue. Finally, when she considered it enough lubrication, she pulled back, making you whine in displeasure.

"Hahaha, calm down, detka (baby), you know how it goes. I must prepare you first." Natasha let out before one hand let go of your ass cheek and two fingers gently entered your tight ring.

You arched your back even more while moaning louder and louder as Natasha long and skillful fingers prepared you for her monster of a dick. "Fuck fuck fuck, mmm, right ther-AH?!"

You couldn't stop the scream from leaving you when not only did she scissor her fingers, but she even pressed onto your prostate, causing your eyes to roll back and for your toes to curl.

Natasha chuckled as she kissed your ass while adding a third finger :"Aw, did that feel good, my baby boy? Hahaha, we haven't even gotten to the main part and you know that~."

After a little while of her preparing your ass with four fingers and you moaning and whimpering, she finally got up, but not before delivering a harsh slap to your bottom, causing her to bite her bottom lip when she saw your ass jiggle.

Your breath hitched in your throat when she pressed the tip against your entrance as she whispered in your ear :"Now you can enjoy the main dish, moya lyubov' (my love)~."

Your eyes rolled up as your tongue stuck out on itself when you opened your mouth to breath as Natasha pushed her member inside. She didn't just push the entire thing in one go, but she still wasn't slow as she just pushed it in without slowing down. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, and if not for Natasha holding you up, you would have definitely fallen long ago.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." The words left your lips as you put your forehead against the glass door when she finally bottomed out. You couldn't imagine how many times she had been inside of you, but you still couldn't stop your body from reacting so intensely whenever it felt like she was pushing your damn guts up.

"Does that feel good, detka (baby)? Does me spreading your hole so much feel good?" She whispered against your ear as she kissed you, causing you to moan from the double stimulation :"Oh? Can't answer? Hahaha."

She stood straight as she bit her bottom lip with a hungry look when she saw your hole gripping around her cock so hard that when she pulled back, your asshole chased after it a little.

But the moment she pulled back, she immediately pushed inside and buried herself inside of you again, causing a scream like moan to leave your mouth as she began fucking you like no one else ever could.

"Does that feel good, bitch? Does it feel good when I'm using your body like a sex toy? How dare you show this body that belongs to me to others?! You actually dare to go and whore yourself out in front of some bitches? I guess I have to show you who you really belong to. Forget about being able to walk for a few days, I will tell the others that you're not feeling well. Fuck, I'm gonna fuck this asshole so hard that it will be ruined for anybody else."

You couldn't answer, to fucked up to be able to form any words. All you could do was moan shamelessly as she fucked you relentlessly and with a speed and force that you hadn't seen in a long while.

She grabbed you and forced you onto the floor as she began to abuse your hole in doggy style :"Fucking hell, look at this hole. Taking my dick so well, this hole was basically made for me."

You couldn't keep yourself up as you fell gently. As you laid on the wet ground, head down and ass up while the shower hit both of you, Natasha somehow fucked you even harder.

"N-Nat *gasp*... Too r-roug-oh fuck!" But she didn't slow down as she grabbed both of your arms and began to piston inside of you even harder :"Oh? Then too bad for you, because I'm not stopping or slowing down till I'm satisfied."

When she felt your body shaking and your walls quivering, she knew that you were close. So she pulled you so your back was against her chest as she began to harshly pinch your nipples causing you scream as you grabbed her hands tried to pushed them away :"W-WAIT, NAT! AHH! T-TOO MUCH!"

But she didn't seem to care as she pinched even harder and even pulled on them as she bit your neck :"As if give a fuck, just be pretty and cum, you little whore."

A scream like moan left you as the double stimulation was just too much to handle before you finally came and your semen shot on the floor as your dick twitched uncontrollably while Natasha's thick cum was shot inside your stomach.

Your mouth hung open from the intense orgasm as Natasha slowly fucked you to prolong your and her own orgasm. After you both finally came down from your highs, your head fell back on Natasha as you panted while she pepper kissed your neck :"Mine."

A breathless laughter left you as you turned slightly and kissed her cheek :"Yours." Causing her to smile as she kissed you lovingly on the lips.

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