#decided to keep the setting vauge!

[iobartach]

@magnetic-regent-magneto asked; "You will beg for more."

With bolstered threats aired freely, he plays a careful game, assessing, adjusting. Learning the playbook as appropriate for this era. Recognising neither face nor helm, hidden hues scrutinise the stranger from a substantial distance, dissuaded from narrowing the gap to remain upon his perch. Watching, waiting, for the next move to be carried out.

"Grovelling? Not my style." Balanced upon a webline, he stokes awake a rare flash of ego, as no attempt to back down is made. Nothing about this encounter called for alarm, stuck fast at the point of opposing forces trading barbed words rather than demonstrations of abilities-- a precarious calm that seemed fit to collapse any second.

"So if you want me gone, you'll need to remove me yourself." Digging in his heels, Miguel refused to budge, staying true to his contrarian nature, rather than bend to the command of another. Were he a betting man, he'd wager that their present location held significance to the other man, but he couldn't work out why exactly. "What is this place?"

[opiopal]

imagine the brothers constantly going and trying to bribe MC into doing stuff with/for them.

the anti lucifer league trying to pull a prank and want MC to help? they better offer something REAL good in return for MC's lies.

Mammon needs help covering up one of his schemes? he better be ready to buy them a treat for it.

literally anything that would get MC in trouble needs a bribe for them to agree to it.

eventually it starts overlapping and a small argument breaks out in the HOL because they all got in trouble with lucifer.

mammon: WHAT! who told ya!?

mc: guilty

everyone stops and turns to Mc, they all stare until Mc shrugs and explains.

mc: well.. at first asmo offered to take me shopping in exchange for taking pictires of him during RAD for devilgram, which at first sounded nice but then belphie and satan offered to take me anywhere I wanted in exchange for texting lucifer that something was wrong so then he would panic and rush into a trap set by them, which I was gonna refuse cause it was a little vauge, then levi offered to buy me any game I wanted to keep me from telling lucifer that he knocked over a candle while chasing mammon which got wax everywhere on a rug, before I could even decide what I wanted Beel offered to take me to hells kitchen to not tell lucifer that he ate a hole in the wall while sleeping, then mammon asked me to cover for where he was at the night previous since he was at the casino and offered to buy me anything, which I was gonna agree but then Lucifer took me to buy me an exclusive cake to tell him everything thats been going on.

mammon: YOU RATTED US OUT FOR CAKE??

levi: jeez what you, beel?

mc shrugs: hey at least he bought me the cake before asking me to do something for him, thats on all of you

[gothushi]

summer sun

pairing: charlie x f!reader, chronically ill!reader

warnings: pool sex, creampie, overstim, aftercare

note: chronic illness girls rise. i was vauge but it has remnants of my own disability (can easily overheat, fatigue, aching, etc) but nothing named specifically.

word count: 5.3k

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It’s been requested of Charlie that he opens the umbrella outside in the backyard for you. He isn’t one to deny anything you ask for, so he’s stepping out into the warm early summer heat onto the concrete to do as you asked. Charlie even decides to save you the trouble and gets into the shed, carrying a cushion out to the lounger.

The cold AC is a nice gift as he comes back inside, and an even bigger reward is when he sees you come downstairs. Prancing down in your cutest bikini, hugging your body so sweetly with little bows tied in your hips, he doesn’t even notice the book or sunscreen in your hands, nor the action of you giggling and getting your water bottle off the kitchen counter.

He just can’t hide the way his breath hitches, caught in his throat at the pretty sight. His jaw goes a bit slack, shamelessly staring at you, eyes raking over every inch. Smooth skin, hair clipped up, bare footed.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, God you’re gorgeous.

You just pass by him with a happy smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek before heading out the sliding doors.

Charlie’s left stunned, eyes following you the entire time. He gives a small groan in response, unable to form any coherent thoughts. After a moment he seems to finally have control of his body back, and he goes to follow you outside again. Stepping out through the glass door.

You’ve already reclined back onto the lounger, outstretched in the shade. Water bottle and sunscreen sat on the table between the two chairs, you open your book against your thighs. It’s hot out, but there’s a nice breeze and you should be okay to spend some time outside especially if you get into the pool.

He has other plans as he steps over to the lounger, bent at the waist with his arms caging you in as he starts to pepper kisses all over your face; the tip of your nose, your forehead, your cheeks.

“You’re so goddamn pretty..” he mumbles out, almost groaning. His actions pull sweet giggles from you, squealing with laughter as you draw your knees up. One hand finds his bicep, the other keeping your book open. “Stay in the shade, alright? Let me know if you need anythin’.”

“Mhmm, promise.”

He can’t help the lovesick smile on his face, standing straight now as a hand ruffles over your head, “I’ll hold you to that. Love you.” One final forehead kiss, and he disappears inside.

—

You spend quite some time outside, which gives Charlie enough time to sneak and do some household chores that you usually do. He knows you’ve been having a rougher time lately, with the weather changes and a flare up, amongst him being gone for quite a few long days for jobs, so he decides to get done what he can so you can enjoy a relaxing weekend.

Dishes loaded, laundry in the wash, bed made up with a clean set, and reorganizing the pantry under the kitchen sink.

By the time he checks the clock, just over an hour has passed and he peeks outside, spotting you in the pool, arms folded on the edge with your head laid down.

Charlie finds himself leaning against the doorframe, staring out the glass. Jesus Christ. You look good, soaking wet from having dunked yourself into the water. A little smirk tugs at his lips, almost a satisfied grin.

After another moment you dip down into the cool water, coming up with your hair smoothed back, twisting to face upwards and lean back against the edge of the in ground pool.

He lets out a huff of air as he watches, eyes greedy. This is such a nice view for him, and he’s gonna make damn sure he enjoys it.

He stares for a moment more, knowing the water must feel so good on your sore body, damn this view.

The water leaves you so relaxed actually that if you weren’t up on the edge with your arms, you’d probably fall asleep. Your head lays back, eyes closed and slightly squinted because of the sun.

As he watches you float in the gorgeous clear water, he can’t help but wish he had his phone with him right now. He would love to get some good shots of you, from above. But instead, he settles for admiring you now.

He’s tempted to join you in the pool right now, though he is in his boxers. But.. just to get his hands on you..

There’s no denying that the idea he gets is great. His mouth practically waters at the very thought of it, getting his hands on you under the water. Holding you close, cool water surrounding you both as he peppers every inch of your skin with kisses…

Charlie grumbles quietly to himself, turning to head upstairs in search of his swim trunks.

—

When he does eventually come outside, you startle as the door slides open. Twisting in the water to look at him, squinting from the sun. He’s got some cheddar pretzels and a water bottle in hand, setting them on the lounger you were occupying earlier.

You fold your arms on the hot concrete edge, smiling, “Hi.”

He nearly sighs happily as he looks at you, coming over and crouching down in front of you.

“Hello gorgeous. Can I join you in there?”

“Mmm.. what if I say no?” You play softly, flattening your hands on the ground as your feet kick lightly.

Oh you little brat..

He can’t help the mischievous smirk as he eyes you. “Don’t be a bad girl now..” Blue eyes run over your front, humming, “I wanna join you, and if you don’t let me, I might just pull you right out of there.”

Grinning, you push back and away, swimming backwards slowly, wading away from him. “Can’t get me over here.”

He gives a little scoff in response, eyes staying on you. “Cheeky brat..” Though he’s quick to recover, standing to his full height and mumbling something about you being a tease before diving into the water.

With a squeal, you try to swim further away once he dives in, getting splashed by the water.

He doesn’t take too long to find you. Before you know it, he’s behind you, grabbing and wrapping his arms to pull you close and lifting you out of the water slightly.

“Gotcha.” He practically purrs, trapping you against his front as he tilts his head down to kiss your shoulder and neck, smirking to himself, hands sliding over your stomach.

Your legs kick and you laugh, grabbing onto his arms with a fit of giggles, “Noo y’were s’possed to give me a head start!”

He can’t help but grin against your skin as you have a small, playful fit. He keeps pressing his greedy lips to your neck, going up. “Tchh, like I’d give you a chance to get that far away from me.” He says, keeping you in place against him. “I like you right here, with me..”

Charlie can smell the sweetness of your sunscreen, skin cool to the touch under his warm lips. You don’t have much leverage to get away, not that you could even if you really wanted to, so you easily give in and just relax against him.

There are a million different things he wants to do to you, having you like this. But for now.. For now, he’s content to just kiss up on you, mapping out the length of your neck.

“You look so good, darling..” It’s mumbled into your flesh. One hand slides along your hip, fingertips dipping just underneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

“Ah- we’re outside!” You flush slightly, jolting when his fingers rub over your navel, your own hand in the water grabbing his forearm, turning your head.

*You say that as if it’ll stop him, as if your nice backyard isn’t fenced and hedged in, giving plenty of privacy.*

He chuckles at your reaction, his smirk growing.

“Nobody’s out here but us, love.” He points out, hand delving lower into your bottoms. A gasp is pulled from you when his middle finger finds your clit, other fingers aiding in spreading you apart and rubbing in slow circles.

Your eyes flutter, swallowing and leaning back against him, sinking a bit further into the water. Your thighs part, toes brushing the bottom of the pool, water up to your neck, “Mm- Charlie..”

“That’s it..” He can’t help but groan at how your voice hitches, getting a bit whinier. The pad of his middle finger rubs slow, tantalizing circles onto your clit.

Your face flushes with heat, the touch and his voice making arousal coil in your gut, cunt heating up, but also mild embarrassment for being outdoors. “Nngh- stop-”

“And why would I do that?” Charlie’s voice is a low purr, his other hand rubbing tenderaly on your stomach. His lips press a sweet kiss on your neck and move up to your jaw, kissing your cheek. “Just enjoy it.. let me make you feel good.”

You whimper softly, goosebumps spreading over your skin as you shudder. A breeze rolls by, pushing warm air past you both as you whine a little.

His finger presses with just the right pressure, just slow enough to work your body up, slick forming and starting to coat your folds. Your own hand on his arm squeezes, nails pressing in.

He dips his hand lower, finger slipping down to feel that slick forming, easing his way as he touches you. His breath is warm against your skin, touch slow.

“Jesus, how’re you so responsive..” He groans out, watching as you tremble slightly in his arms, His lips trail over your neck grazing your pulse point, “Such a sensitive little thing.”

You whimper pathetically, eyes fluttering shut as you gasp again. “Ngh-! D-Don’t.. say that.” You whine. Even though he’ll praise and tlak dirty every time he gets the chance, it’s the one thing that still to this day easily melts you, flusters you too much as if you aren’t used to it.

Charlie craves more of your cute noises so badly, those little gasps and whines, shaky exhales. His finger drags hot slick up to your clit, rubbing it over your skin and resuming those torturous circles.

He nuzzles his nose against your neck, grazing his teeth over tender skin. “Why not? It’s true..” He hums, satisfied, “You’re sensitive, pretty pussy just loves me.”

“Ahn- mmm!” You’re starting to pant slightly, whining a little with every heavy breath exhaled. One finger turns into two, covering more flesh with calloused hands. The other one stays on your lower belly, keeping you pinned to him. He wants to tease, work you up slow, take a little more time than he usually does.

He revels in how your body reacts, almost grinding his hips into your ass. “There you go..”

His fingers slow down and it pulls a protesting whine from you, head leaning back on his shoulder. “Charlie.. nnngh..”

He groans out an almost feral noise, “Mm, what’s the matter, baby?” His breath heats your ear, “You need me to go faster?”

“Ah-.. yeah.. please?” You beg so sweetly, tilting your head to the side to nose at his jaw. You gasp once his fingers press a bit harder, swiping up and circling again, hips jerking back.

His own breathing speeds up, his cock’s already straining in his swim trunks. He presses a kiss to your cheek, grinning, fingers moving a bit faster. But not fast enough, not enough for you to chase that orgasm your body wants so desperately. “A little begging never hurt anyone..”

You whine. You’re both close enough to one edge of the pool that you can reach your one hand out to grasp the edge of the smooth concrete, panting, “Mmm- Charlie..”

You know just how to entice him, moving your other hand off his arm. It slips down to your hip, pulling the end of the little tied bow on the side of your bikini bottoms, the fabric starting to slip slightly.

As soon as he feels the bare skin of your ass against him, he growls. A low grunt in response, feeling his cock throb.

“Christ’s sake, babe..” He’s ready to give in immediately, fingers not having stopped once on your clit, “You’re playin’ a dangerous game..”

Your bottoms stay hooked around one leg, slipping down your thigh a bit as you whine. Leaning forward slightly, a shudder of pleasure runs through you, eyes rolling back into your skull as your hand reaches back and finds his bare side.

“Ah- Charlie!” You’re moaning, leaning to the side and tugging yourself over to the edge of the pool.

He follows, certain you’re doing this all on purpose, even if you don’t want to admit it. “Fuck.. that’s it.” He rasps out, body crowding you as you arch your back, ass pushing back into his lap, He speeds his fingers on your clit up, rubbing wider circles.

“Mm! Stop- stop,” you pant, whimpering a little, laying your cheek on the hot concrete as your eyes flutter. “Don’t wanna- don’t wanna cum yet.. wan’ y’to fuck me.. please Charlie.”

Christ, right here? In the pool? Outside?

He lets out a groan in response to your cute pleas, feeling you grind your bare cunt over the fabric of his trunks.

“Fuck,” he grunts, shaking his head slightly, “Christ..”

You’re shuddering again, a fresh wave of intense goosebumps covering your skin as you push back against his lap. “Please, please, want it.. need it Charlie-” He’s opening a new can of worms initiating something outdoors, in the pool of all places. You feel weightless, muscles relaxed for once and the ache in your joints nearly gone, easily pliable and moved around, able to get fucked with no consequences.

His cock fucking hurts, surely leaking in his trunks as he leans back to palm over himself, groaning. Seeing you all worked up from his simple touching, having you begging, pleading for him to do something..

“Jesus, you’re gonna be the death of me..” He whispers, pushing his shorts down off his hips just enough to get his cock out, twisting his hand around the length, his other hand resting on your back. “You’re a vixen, an absolute minx..”

“You started it!” You whine pathetically, feet nudging against his legs. The head of his cock swipes over your soaking hole, pulling a moan from you, “God- Charlie, please-”

He can’t help but grind his cock into you, slotting his length between your folds as his fingertips dig into your ass, groaning. “Yeah, guess I did..” His head tips back, sighing happily at how wet you are, how good you feel. His eyes open again, tilting back down to admire your form, “So gorgeous like this..”

Back arched, the heated sun beats down on your both, warming your skin that’s out of the pool as you hook your foot behind his knee, “Charlie, please- need it.”

Charlie lets out a moan at that whine, feeling all self control slipping away as he decides to give in. His hands rub over your hips, fingertips digging in, “Lean back love, lean your hips back more, give me it.”

You obey well, toes of your other foot brushing the bottom of the pools floor, “Charlie-.. please..” You whine, it’s all you can do.

One hand leaves your hips to grab his cock, rubbing over your hole with a shushing sound. “Easy.. right here? Want me here?” He taunts, grinning to himself.

“Charlie! Don’ be mean.. please, need it.” So whiny, so demanding in the cutest way as you tilt your head a little to pout at him.

His breath catches, letting out a little laugh. “Yeah, yeah.. I’ve got you,” his voice is rougher than usual, lower. He eases the tip inside, a burning stretch that makes your toes curl.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, It’s the same every time, even with prep, but the way you react is as well. You gasp, a choked whimper escaping as your eyes roll back into your head. Your knees press together with a whine of his name.

Christ, you’re tight.. Charlie’s eyes flutter shut as he controls himself, having to go slow, he wouldn’t dare hurt you.

“Relax for me.. good.. oh fuck-” He’s whispering, holding you as still as he can in the water, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Speared on his cock, forced to take it as he slowly sinks into your cunt, it’s the most delicious feeling every time. You gasp again, hips jolting, up, down, back to him with a whiny noise. “Mm-! ‘s so big..” You whine like you’re complaining, but he knows you aren’t.

It takes everything in him not to just pound into you, he knows he has to be patient.

Charlie takes a moment to just hold you there, pressed back onto his cock all the way, breathing out roughly as he whispers his reply, “Yeah.. but you take it so good, such a good girl.”

He pulls his hips back, cunt squeezing onto his cock as you squeal, covering your mouth with your wet hands. You’re still very much aware that you’re outside, not in the comforts of your bed. He gives a low groan, pressing his hands into the plush of your ass as he thrusts back in, slow. “Christ.. look at you..” He leans over your back, mumbling against the back of your head, “You gonna be quiet? Or am I gonna have t’make you shut up?”

It takes about zero of his strength to keep you in place, forcing your hips where he wants them. You whine, moving your hands to plead, “No ‘m sorry- I’ll be quiet, I’ll be good, I can- mmmh! ‘m so full..”

Delirious with pleasure, all it takes is his cock in you to get you drunk off of it.

His expression softens, brows relaxing as he hums a noise. “I know baby, so fuckin’ full. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

His hips shift back, halfway, then in again, his own blues fluttering at your hot cunt swallowing him in with each movement. “Ah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah-” Your thighs tremble ontop of his, cock spearing you so well, reaching that sweet spot with every press in.

He moves upright again, panting, starting to speed up his hips just a little bit, into a steady rhythm. “Oh- Christ,” pulling out, slowly, before back in, the slow drag of your walls making his brain short circuit.

And it may as well make your own fully shut down. Your eyes roll back, fluttering. Your toes curl and your knees press together, forced to hold still as he fucks into you.

“Charlie!” You squeal, panting, “Fff- feels good, so good, mmm..”

He almost whines himself, laughing at how cockdrunk you are. “You like it? Like that? So fuckin’ tight, love..”

You’re whining like a kicked puppy, feet kicking a little in the water which pushes you up before gravity sinks you back down. Watching the way you crumble under him, body sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure, it makes his ego swell.

He keeps a strong grip on you, fucking you steadily as you whine, “I know, I know, darling.”

Cheek smushed into the smooth concrete, your one hand dips into the water again. It paws at one of his on your hips, trying to tug it around to your front, whining. He understands obviously, two fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in firm, quick circles.

Oh my God. You tremble, hips jerking as your thighs spread, tensing, “Ah! Charlie-!”

He shushes you quietly, trying to hold you still in his grasp whilst simultaneously working both of you to your orgasms. He leans forward slightly, panting against your shoulder blades, “Shh, I know, pussy just feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Your hips cant down into his fingers then back into his cock, back and forth the best you can. Both arms are back up on the ledge to keep yourself from just sinking down into the water fully, aiding you in arching your back.

He obviously can’t go as fast as usual due to the pressure of the water, but he makes up for that with his fingers on your clit and the pure power behind his thrusts, hips smacking into your ass with a dulled sound.

“Ah, ah, ah-! Fu- mmm! Feels goood-”

Charlie groans a growly noise, something feral, feeling you fuck back onto his cock. Christ, you’re going to kill him, cute little noises sending pleasure up his spine as you clench on him.

“There you go, so fuckin’ good.”

“Charlie! Charlie- ‘m g’na-.. mm!” You just can’t help the noise that escapes you, the whiny moans as his fingers press down harder, faster, clit swollen.

“Gonna cum?” He grins, eyeing the side of your face. Cheeks hot, eyes bleary and lidded.

“Mm- mhmm, please, can I?”

So polite, so sweet.

“Yeah, come on, cum for me. Feels so good, doesn’t it? That cock stretching you out?”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, muscles tensing up as it rolls through you. A sharp cry sounds out, jolting back and grinding onto his cock with the shocks of it, cunt squeezing him so deliciously it has his own eyes rolling.

He slows his hips down, working you through it with hushed whispers, “Easy, there you go, so fuckin’ good… good fuckin’ pussy-”

He wants to cum so bad, but your muscles ache already as your entire body relaxes, panting as your heart pounds.You’re nearly drooling, mumbling something incoherent as his hips pull back, slipping out of you.

He shushes you softly, hands petting over your back and hips. He catches his breath, orgasm ebbing away as he presses his forehead to your shoulder, kissing there just above the water. “You alright, love?”

“Mmm..” You breathe out, body tired now. You swallow, heart pounding in your chest as you use your arms to push yourself up some. Sinking back into the water, you feel how cold it is on your heated skin, twisting to grab his arms.

He doesn’t question as you tug him with you, over the few feet to the corner of the pool where the stairs are. The edges of the steps meet your back as you recline against them parting your legs and tugging him overtop of you with one hand sliding down to find his cock.

His knees bump into the steps, arms caging you in as he grunts, eyes fluttering. His breath stutters when you wrap those delicate fingers around his cock, but he recovers quickly.

He didn’t cum and you’ll be damned if he isn’t satisfied after how good he just made you feel. You arch up, wet lips pressing open mouthed kisses on the base of his neck. You jerk him off slow, pulling a growl out of him as you twist your hand over his tip, skin slick.

Charlie lets out a quiet huff, one hand moving up to pet over your wet hair, finding the nape of your neck in a firm grip.

“Nn- Christ..” He hisses out, hips jerking down into your hand, starting to move, making his brain start malfunctioning.

Your hips are aligned nicely, so you shift forward a bit and let him rub over your sensitive clit, before pushing him down to your hole. Creamy with cum, he slides right over it, your legs jerking from the sensitivity you feel. You want him to feel good, even if you gotta suffer a little.

“Careful, darling- don’t hurt yourself..” He groans, the thumb swiping over his tip almost distracting him from the fact that you’ve just cum, and are probably so strung it hurts to be touched right after an orgasm.

He turns his head to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, which prompts you to meet his lips in a proper kiss and make eye contact with lidded orbs. You push him down again, head breaching your hole as you urge him into your cunt once more. “Oh- y’can move Charlie,” you whine, shivering.

Without any more coaxing, he sinks back in fully, huffing a moan as he takes a moment to gather his bearings.

“Oh- God, angel..”

You let go of him and fully lean back against the steps, gasping softly with a pathetic look on your face, admiring the pleasured expression on his. You can endure the overstimulation. You can do it, for him. Water wades up over your chest with his thrusts, whining.

Feeling your legs part further, he lets out a low groan, thrusting back and forth as you swallow him up. His thoughts grow foggy, cunt so hot and still tight, “God, God, please,” he whines, breath coming in pants.

You’re whimpering yourself, so sensitive that it almost hurts to get fucked, but you draw your knees up some and keep still. “Charlie! Mmm.. want you to cum, please, wanna feel it.”

His gaze seems to darken a little, already getting worked back up again. It never takes much. He’s so close, so-

He presses in deep, burying his face into the crook of your neck as a broken groan falls from his lips, orgasming.

Even sensitive, his noises and the feeling of his cum spurting in you makes a shudder of arousal course over your body, cunt clenching onto his cock greedily. “Mm! Oh-“

He stays pressed against you for a long moment, panting softly, taking a minute to catch his breath. He mumbles softly into your skin, some mumbled praise you barely hear, good girl, so good, my angel.

He comes back to Earth fairly quickly, lifting his head to kiss you on the lips, slow and gentle. You nuzzle up into him, returning the kiss as you pant as if you were the one who came.You drop your head back onto one of the steps, an inch of water cooling your scalp.

He chuckles softly, smiling, “That good, love?”

“Shut up, I just let you cum in me.” You mutter, eyes lidded as you stare whilst he peppers kisses along the tops of your tits, laughing. You lower your legs back down, easing them into the water to float.

“Mhm. How generous of you.” He teases, smiling up at you. He stays hovered over your body, pressing some more kisses to your cheeks, then your chin, just showing affection.

You accept it all, heart calming down as your body relaxes and gets all tired now. Nuzzling into his jaw, you mumble, “Y’should.. get one of those big floats outta the shed..”

“Mm, something for you to lay on? Yeah, I will..” He hums, smiling and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Just wanna relax a little longer?”

“Mm..” You nod, grinning a bit sleepily now, “Pinky promise I won’ fall asleep.”

Charlie lets out another huffed laugh, unable to stop himself from grinning. He doesn’t really believe you when you say that, but he agrees anyway. “I pinky promise to take care of you when you do fall asleep.”

Giggling, you watch as he exits the pool, tugging his shorts back up his hips properly. That gives you time to do your bottoms back up, messily tying the bow back into place before he’s tossing a big float into the pool. You dunk into the water to cool of and re-wet your hair before flopping up onto the float, the breeze carrying you slowly across the pool.

Laid on your front, hands dangling into the water, there’s no way you’ll be awake within the next five minutes. Charlie laughs, sitting down on the edge of the pool to keep an eye on you, “Comfy?”

All that answers him is a quiet hum, the sun starting to dry off your wet skin already.

—

You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep, but five minutes pass and you’re out like a light, lips parted, eyes closed.

He had just been enjoying the sun, letting it dry most of his upper body off, when he opens his eyes again to check on you. A soft laugh, silently thankful you’re on the shallow end as he dunks back into the water, walking over.

“Silly girl.” He rests his hands on the float, one finding your back, “Love, wake up.”

“Mmm..”

“There you are, sleepyhead..” He coos softly, rubbing over your back as he tugs you and the float towards the stairs, feeling how warm your skin is, “Come on, angel, we gotta get you inside if you’re gonna sleep.”

You blink, barely awake, almost confused as you realize you did, in fact, fall asleep. “Mmm.. comfy..”

He snorts softly and shakes his head as you make that claim. “I know it’s comfy, love, you fell asleep. But if I leave you out here, you’ll burn.”

His hand caresses your cheek as you whine, “Mmmm.. no I.. put sunscreen on.”

“Mhm, sure.. but you’ll overheat if you stay out here.” He counters, gently tugging on your arm, “C’mon, we can go lay down inside.”

“Mmm..” He helps you up off the float, only getting your legs a bit wet as he lets you adjust to being upright before walking out of the pool with you. You’re dead on your feet, sleepy, as he mumbles about getting you inside again.

—

Charlie decided to give you a bath, all wet with chlorine water and sunscreen. Though, maybe it wasn’t the best idea.

You’re so physically fatigued that you’re basically useless, just following his instructions as he turns the tub on and starts to undo the ties to your bikini. He turns around to grab a washcloth from the small bathroom closet, when you step into the tub with only an inch of warm water filling it up. He’s clambering over and holding your arm, helping you sit down, “Easy, love.. s’not full yet. Just sit down gentle.”

You obey and draw your knees up, hugging your bare legs as you lean forward and adjust the water, making it a teenie bit hotter.

He’s praising you softly but you barely hear it, because it’s actually difficult to stay awake. You keep dozing off as he washes your body, warm soapy cloth smoothing over your skin. Using the sprayer, he manages to wash your hair too and then aid you in standing up to rinse off fully.

He clearly can tell just how fatigued you are, body needing rest. He finds it adorable how you whine and cling to him, but if you were any more coherent you’d be embarrassed.

Charlie gets you out of the tub and dries you off, toweling your hair the best he can before brushing it out. Leading you into the bedroom, he lets go for just a moment to get some clothes from the closet.

He turns, and laughs, and he finds you crawling face first into bed. He walks over and pats your thigh, turning your over, “C’mon, just need to get these on.”

He slides some panties up your legs, using a hand to lift your hips up, before slowly pulling you upright. One of his shirts is in hand, loose on your body as he slips it over your head.

“There we go, all done.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and then tucks you back in before going to change himself.

He finds you snuggled into your body pillow, half covered up and probably already asleep once he’s done putting some clean boxers on. He crawls in behind you, looping an arm over your side and pressing a kiss to your head, then your shoulder, “Get some sleep, darling. I love you.”

All he gets is a mumbled noise, a cute little sound that has his heart swelling.

———————♡

[asherthehimbo]

Arm day

changbin x gn!reader

tried to keep it as vauge as possible when it came to description, only specific is that the reader is smaller than Changbin in terms of muscle

•It started with you wanting to get more fit without doing cardio because you hated it, so, so so much. Well, I mean, you didn't hate running or going on a walk but running on a treadmill?? forget it

•You knew you wanted to change something about your body, but you weren't sure what, that's when you remembered, you have a gym rat of a boyfriend.

•Your first plan of action was to observe him, so you went to the gym with him telling him you wanted to see his routine, not entirely true, not a lie either.

•While he was distracted you managed to get yourself a subscription, you had committed, no going back now.

•You would go every day after work, telling him that your hours had changed, you wanted to surprise him, build enough muscle to be able to keep up with his routine so you two could train together, your only problem? you HATED doing arms. more than cardio, ok maybe not more than cardio but still, it was close.

•But still, if you wanted to keep up with your boyfriend you needed to do this, you don't know where this urge to workout came from, but it was welcomed.

•While you were struggling at the gym, your boyfriend was struggling at home, you had told him your work schedule changed, that he understood, but when you came home you were always sweaty, out of breath, didn't want to touch him until you've had a shower, which was weird because you've NEVER refused a welcome home hug from Binni, ever.

•This caused your dramatic boyfriend to draw even more dramatic conclusions. When you came home that day tired out of your mind because not only did your boss give your ×2 the work today, but you also upped the sets in your usual routine, you didn't immediately notice that something was off with Changbin.

•It was only after you showered, dressed in Pajamas, and ate dinner with Binnie in front of the tv did you notice something was off. So, as the caring partner you were, you decided to ask .

•"Everything okay? you're weirdly silent, babe."

•"I don't know why don't you ask your new lover?"

•"what?"

•cue the confusion. After an hour of reassuring him that you in fact were not cheating on him, especially not having sex everyday after work, he decided to ask. "Well then what are you doing?"

•You knew the work excuse wouldn't hold up forever, but you wished it would have lasted longer than this. "Well… remember when I went with you to the gym a few months ago? I kinda wanted to start training, too. But I didn't want to tell you because I wanted to get in shape enough to follow your routine so we could go to the gym together, like a couple activity. With your traveling and my work, we can't have as many dates as we usually would, so I thought this would be fun. I wanted to surprise you, yaknow? You already do so much. I thought you would like this. But now it's ruined :/"

•You didn't look at him while you said it, but after the words left your mouth and you glanced up at him, he was staring at you with his eyes filled with so much adoration and the biggest smile, you were sure his cheeks were going to hurt later.

•Before you could even try and say another word, he grabbed your face and gave you a very long kiss. You had to tap his chest to let him know that 'hey, humans need oxygen dummy'

•"What was that for?" "I just love you so much" "I love you too Bin, but aren't you mad?"

•He was in pure disbelief, why would he be mad, you were actively trying to participate in something that was a big part of his life, you were showing him that you cared. Instead of answering he just pulled you next to him, in a tight hug and wouldn't let you go.

•Once you were in his grip he stopped in his tracks, squeezing you a few times, until he spoke again "If you were building muscle why are you wearing baggy clothes?"

•You stare at him dumbfounded, "I did tell you I wanted to surprise you, It wouldn't be much of a surprise if you saw growing muscle Bin." ok, yeah, that checked out.

•The next day Changbin excitedly jumped up and down in the gym, showing you off to the staff going "LOOK, LOOK, LOOK AT MY PARTNER" you didn't see the need since they already knew you, but let him have his fun nonetheless, he was to cute to stop.

•Sadly today was arms :(, you hated this, or so you thought. Watching Changbin work on his arms, completely forgetting about your own workout you came to a conclusion.

•Maybe arm day wasn't that bad.

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Notes: I wrote this while at the gym :) It's cringy and doesn't completely make sense, but because of the reaction to my Jongho drabble, I got the motivation to write something so here is this.

[dashielldeveron]

Hi! I absolutely adored your Soulmate Trope series and it inspired me to get into writing fanfics.

The thing is I've been struggling with whether my stories (working on multiple ideas rn) would fall under x reader or OC. They are supposed to be x reader (unspecified name/physical description, and a vague backstory if any) but i've seen some people say that x readers should be as generic as possible, even when it comes to personality.

So since you're one of my favorite fanfic authors, I wanted to reach out and ask you: Where do you draw the line between a reader insert and an OC, especially when it comes to portraying their personality?

Thank you!

disclaimer: there's no set way to do this, but this is what i do for readerfics, having been writing them since 2013.

writing advice incoming.

Specificity about the body is your enemy, especially numerical measurements. They are immediately deniable and can break immersion. "You were a 5'3", petite, blonde woman with small breasts--" No, I'm not. I'm not 5'3". I'm not blonde or petite. Height, weight, body type, hair colour, eye colour--everyone's different. You immediately alienate part of your audience by specifying these things, and even vaguer phrases like having "a great ass" can still be off-putting, bc what if your audience doesn't consider their ass great. The main thing is you don't need to mention physical traits at all. They don't contribute to the plot, generally. So, leave out stuff like "his green eyes looked into your e/c ones" because the colour makes no difference whatsoever. The only real reason to specify about the physicality of the reader is if it's a plot point, such as the whole fic being a comfort story about the burdens of having big boobs or the stigma of having a wing quirk--OR if there is something particularly non-normative about a canon character's body that you're comparing the reader to, and even then you don't want specifics. Here I'm thinking about Levi Ackerman (snk) and how short he is. He's 5'3". Me, personally, I'm 5'9", but to avoid alienating people, I'd say something a bit vauge like "your height difference kept you from looking Levi directly in the eye, but you managed to shoot a glare in his general direction." Like, through that, we get that reader and Levi aren't the same height, but we don't even say who's taller, keeping both taller and shorter readers along for the ride.

2. If you do decide to specify a physical trait for a reader that doesn't necessarily contribute to plot, you want to tag it. I wouldn't worry about fewer people reading your fic bc it "doesn't apply to them," bc for me, there's a sense of shock/breaking immersion if suddenly I am a tiny, tiny blonde woman. But if you tagged short!blonde!reader, then I'm prepared for that. In general, you always want to tag gender.

3. I personally don't use "Y/N" in fics. I come from back in the days when authors would just put __________ in fics for you to imagine your name, and I can't divorce that odd blank from the placeholder. I do, of course, use that interactivefics plugin, and if I really want a character to say our name, then I just say in narration that he does, not in dialogue. This is because seeing the "Y/N" breaks immersion. Reminds us we're in a fic, and that lots of people are reading this, not just you. Makes it feel a bit less special.

4. Reader personality. Listen. Lots of people have lots of opinions on this. Think about what's relevant to your story, the plot, the relationship with other characters. That's the stuff you want to include. If a piece of info doesn't affect any of that, cut it. For instance, in my Soulmate Trope series, reader always has a quirk, but I never specifiy what it is--because it doesn't matter for the plot. I mention that she's good at stealth, because that gets us working with Aizawa, or getting Shigaraki to practise tailing us. And by not specifying what type of stealth work, the audience is left to imagine what parts of stealth they'd be good at, and insert it. And really, when people say they want a generic reader--they're doing the reader character a disservice, because she still has many personality traits--kind, shy, easily flustered, secretive, stubborn, easy to love, keen to fall in love. These are still distinct personality traits, but since this combination of traits tends to be a bit passive, it can feel dull. But even if it feels dull, reader is still the character driving the plot. Like, think about the reader in my Hawks fic, "and i've gotta crow." She's manipulative, violent, impulsive, closed off to love but continually surprised by it, eager to hold grudges, and continually seeing life as a game. Because that's the sort of person who would fake amnesia, going so far as to marry her hot bully as revenge. Reader personality drives the plot: for your reader characters, consider what types of person would get into these situations, what personality traits would help in this situation, and what traits would make everything worse. In Torodoki's route, reader needed to be a bit situationally unaware and bullheaded; Aizawa's route's reader needed to be a professional Yearner; Shinsou's route's reader needed to be an anxious virgin who overthinks everything; Shigaraki's reader needed to be someone chewed up and spit back out just like him--otherwise, these readers wouldn't get into the situations the plot calls for. Personally, if I read a fic with a reader with a personality trait I would never exhibit, but the trait drives the plot, then, of course, I can pretend for the sake of the story. It's fun to imagine yourself being a bit more daring, perhaps, or smoother with flirtation, or more self-destructive. We can always pretend for personality, because it's like acting or roleplaying.

5. This one is super specific to me: specifying clothes/makeup bothers me, mostly because people like to put reader characters in gold, and I am cool-toned and would therefore never wear gold. Or saying something like "silk that clings to your body" what if I hate my body and don't wanna show it off? What then? I tend to not specify what particular shades of a colour that reader is wearing, because then the audience can imagine light or dark, whatever looks better on them, and as for shape/material, if the clothing is not plot relevant (as in, there's not going to be a clothing mishap), then I say something vague like "long and made out of a flowy material that reminded you of a jellyfish." Lets the audience imagine what that looks like for them, since everyone has a difference idea and would know what looks good on them. One time in Soulmate Trope I mention a specific article of clothing is in Aizawa's route, when reader is dressing up to go out with friends but shifts to Aizawa's shower. She's wearing a mostly backless tank top, and the reason we get a description of the cut is because it's plot-relevant: Aizawa places his hand on her bare back, marking her with the pink handprint.

6. If your reader character has a name, then it is not a reader character. It is an OC. It is, of course, acceptable to make the reader character have an in-universe nickname with good reason, such as my reader character in "Viper," who goes by...Viper, to protect her real identity from other mafia members. But if a character has a name name, that's an OC. If you write an OC, do not tag it as readerfic. For me, personally, an easy way to get around this in BNHA fics is to call reader by her hero name--but, of course, those are usually tied to quirks, which, again, may alienate some readers if they don't think they'd have that quirk. You have to decide which you're more willing to have.

7. In the decade+ I've been writing/reading readerfic, these are the things that make me think a character is an OC over a reader character: a name, a specific family dynamic (such as having a single mother and two brothers, especially if those family members are plot-relevant), specific physical traits that do not contribute to the plot, or being born in a long line of special people (think magic users, or something, like a chosen one situation). All of these things have one, main throughline: they're things that a person can't change about themselves, pretty much ever. All of them point to being a bit too different from your audience, and there's nothing they could do to change it. Your audience could learn to dance better, or get shyer, or have the courage to ask that guy out, because those are potential paths of growth in real life. Because they're things that your audience could realistically change about themselves IRL, it's much easier to imagine being that in a fic. It's harder to imagine only living with your mother if you live with both your mom and your dad. It's hard to make up a brother to have in a fic if you don't have one IRL. (though i personally work around some of this by imagining jeff goldblum and emma thompson as my parents in fic, bc my irl parents would NEVER be, like. incredibly cool or super abusive or whatever.)

8. But again! If you don't like any of this advice, ignore it! This comes down to personal preference, and I'm picky! These things are, at the end of the day, just things I personally like. Ultimately, fic is fun. It's not supposed to be a chore. If you think it's easier to go against any of the above, go ahead. It's your art.

i love you v v v much. we are holding hands. i'm immensely flattered that you'd reach out to ask for writing advice; wow. will you tag me in your finished fic??? no pressure, of course!! but i love reading new stories and spreading them around!!! very best of luck to you!!! xx.

[trash----panda]

Tw. fear and death

It kinda gets away from me at the end

Ft. Cassidy (werewolf), Kit (hybrid), Liam (werewolf)

The tv buzzed to life, the reporter belting out his script as the emergency alert slowly died down, the calamity had been going for months but the government had tried to convince residents it wasnt a problem

'This is an X class emergency, all personnel evacuate, the casualties have now reached into the thousands, many are still missing, officers are trying to keep the threat contained to the northern district'

The screen flashed images of the monster, it looked as dark as the smoke it'd left behind, buildings crumbled, cars embedded in sky scrapers, people scattered in the streets. The creature was large enough it's sides touched the buildings on either side of the street, it's shape was vaugely wolf-like except it seemed to be made of smoke.

Officers fired cannons in the hope of damaging this thing but nothing seemed to deter it, the creature grabbed a car and wiped out the ground force almost instantly.

The woman watching the tv turned it off, she could hear the carnage just fine down the road a bit, she glanced at the window, her brother noticing "Cass, what are you thinking" he got up, nervous she'd go out.

"he's out there alone... What if they kill him" she crossed her arms, leaning on the back of the couch

"he's like 100 feet tall he's fine"

She shot him a look, shutting him up pretty quickly "he's our first cousin once removed! He's a child! It doesnt matter how big he is" she growled before going to her room and slamming the door.

He stared at where she'd left, curling his tail as he thought to himself.

She didn't need to think, already set on her ideas she slid out her window, she could see the fires from here, carefully climbing to the fire exit. She sprinted down once she was on the streets, headed straight for the monster. She only caught a glimpse of whatever weapon they just tried before truly hearing how badly it hurt. She had to cover her ears as this monster let out an agonizing screech, it shook the very city around them, all the way to the southern districts. She shakily got up, pretty sure her eardrum burst with the windows nearby. She was disoriented thanks to that, but still made sure to head where the most vibrations were coming from. It was weird not being able to instantly heal anymore, to feel this kind of burning pain, sure her healing factor would fix it but that didnt numb it.

She stumbled onto the main street, spotting it lumbering towards her, a black substance smeared on the windows it walked by, whatever they did it was now wounded. When it saw her it seemed to get aggravated but didn't react otherwise. It growled and barred its teeth, staying where it was in a refusal to approach the woman who barely seemed a speck right now. She felt her eyes get misty, trying to swallow back the lump in her throat, approaching slowly with her arms open for him "hey, it's ok" she flinched when the growls got louder, more angry, more... Scared. It was scared, taking a step back which caused some rubble to fall, she flinched but tried to hide it "come here, please"

It stopped, pinning its ears back, lowering its head to the ground so she could touch it. She ran her arm along his snout, trying to calm him first, deciding to just ramble till he stopped.

"you're really scaring us" she looked up at his eyes, they reminded her of his father's "is this... Cause of her" she flinched, he dragged his snout away, following it "or ... Him?" The smokey fur raised, getting a glare. She decided not to press, just leaning against him, thinking about what to do. At least the rampage had stopped for now. She hadnt even noticed the helicopter approaching, not until it started firing. She tried to shield him even if she was small, getting her arm filled with several holes before he covered her. His rampage resuming as he jumped over and chased after it.

"DON'T DO IT, COME BACK" she tried to follow, it was harder like this, shifting so she could try to keep up. She stumbled thanks to her very broken arm, catching up thanks to the fact he tore the helicopter right out of the sky and was now chewing on it. She went to his face, ignoring the smell of burnt flesh. She was hesitating, staring at his teeth, clenching her good fist. The way to make a deal was sacrifice right? She approached, hoping he hadn't fully noticed yet. A shakey sigh escaping as she forced her hand between the metal. The sound of bone shattering stopping both of them in their tracks. He slowly opened his mouth, turning to face her, his stomach sinking as he could only stare. The large monster becoming just a little kid again, running over "Auntie!" He was bruised and beat from the attack attempts, trying to tend to her wounds "what were you-" she stopped him "s'ok, im just... Making a new deal so you don't have to worry anymore ok?" She gently brushed his hair aside with her remaining fingers "i just need you to do your part Kit kat... Ok?" He sniffled, his face covered in tears and smoke, nodding. His lip was trembling as he burried his face in her chest "i-im sorry" she gently pet him "it's not your fault, i miss her too" that was a lie, she was glad she was gone, but she needed to calm him for now.

He swallowed hard "i'll fix you later ok? Wh-when i learn how"

She nodded "i'll be ok till then, i know you'll take care of me"

He was trembling, trying to steel himself as he pressed to her chest, feeling the warm hands caressing his body go cold as he removed a small orb, clutching it close to his chest. He couldnt hold it back anymore, sobbing.

He stayed for a few hours, no one noticing the stray child, he was just another left behind in the midst of chaos. Liam had gone looking for them, spotting the left overs of the carnage. He was speechless, trying to grasp it all, Kit tried to go to him, reach for him, nothing hurt more than the feeling he felt of Liam recoiling away. He just stood there, they had a moment to process, a moment to look into each other's eyes before the kid just ran away. He didnt even hear the werewolf call after him, going to the woods in the hopes of not being found.

Leaving Liam truly alone again... To mourn like the rest of the city.

[swanmaids]

Hello! For the kiss prompts, russingon and 19 if that catches your fancy? Thank you ❤️

19. for luck

Fingon looked out over the lake. The glimmer of the morning Sun against the mere was not the same as the light of the Trees reflecting off the waters of Aman in Fingon's memory, but there was a beauty to it all the same. A new day, he thought, a new day in this strange Middle Earth.

By his side, Maedhros looked forward too, ahead to his brothers' encampment on the northern shore. The two of them sat in pleasant silence, with only the wind in the reeds and the splashes of the waterfowl for company. It was early enough that they were the only two elves about. If Fingon were to close his eyes and listen to his lover’s breathing, he might pretend that they were the only two in the world.

But he was grown now, and the time for playing pretend was over.

"Are you really going to do it?" he asked Maedhros instead.

His cousin smiled vaugely. "Yes. Today, I think. Sooner is better than later."

"You know -" Fingon said, because it suddenly felt very important, "that was not why I set out to find you -"

"Finno," Maedhros cut him off, "I know. This is something that I want to do. Your father will make a good king."

Fingon nodded, and they watched the ducks together for a moment.

"Does it have to be today?" he asked eventually.

"I think so. I have sent some of father's retainers out to find suitable land to raise up keeps to live in, all of which are near to completion. Once we have crowned your father, I will be able to take my brothers out from under his feet to lands of their own almost right away."

Fingon decided not to comment on that we. "And they will go quietly, do you think?"

Maedhros snorted a laugh - not quite the same as his laugh before Thangorodrim, but close. "Have you ever known Caranthir to go quietly, in his life? Celegorm won't be happy either - if what Maglor says is true, he was close to ripping the crown off Maglor's head when his back was turned, without me. And Curufin is in for a nasty shock, once he realises I've dispossessed his child. But I'm not worried, if that's what you're asking. I can still wrangle them all well enough, even with one hand."

"Curufin's child? Have I missed something?"

Maedhros laughed again. Evidently, his coming dispossession had him in good spirits. "I'm the eldest of seven. You think I can't tell when a man's wife is bearing? It won't be long before she's showing. Better to have them moved to their own lands before it's born."

The thought of a child born in these lands was strange. Fingon was not sure if it was a good omen, or the worst idea he had ever heard. "You'll be an uncle," he said instead, and then, pointlessly, "my niece hates me."

"I'm sorry," Maedhros said, "I think that might be my fault."

Fingon dug his palms into his eyes, frustrated. "It isn't your fault," he said, although in a sense it was. Idril, motherless and untethered, hated Maedhros, and all of his brothers, and anybody who still loved them. Fingon did not like to think that he loved his cousin more than his brother's only child, but he did, and he had proven it.

Maedhros said nothing. Fingon leaned his head into his shoulder. He breathed in his scent, imagined it filling up his lungs. Imagined that he could somehow keep a piece of Maedhros with him always.

"I don't want you to leave," he said, mumbling it into Maedhros' neck.

Thankfully, Maedhros did not patronise him by saying that he had not technically mentioned his own leaving. "It's not as though we'll never see one another again. And I'll miss you too, as it happens. It's entirely possible that I'll summon you to my side as soon as I'm moved in."

"I'll be the crown prince. Perhaps I'll be summoning you."

"Perhaps indeed!"

The Sun was almost fully risen in the sky. If Fingon strained his ears, he would be able to hear his father's host readying themselves for the day. Maedhros moved to stand.

"Wait."

He gently tugged Maedhros back down, and Maedhros allowed himself to be moved.

"I know you have it all in control. But all the same - for luck?"

He tilted his head and pressed his lips gently against his cousin's, and the shores of Mithrim faded around them as they kissed. Fingon sometimes imagined climbing inside of Maedhros in moments like this, or somehow tying their fea together so that they would never need to be parted again. When they finally pulled away, his lips were swollen and tingling.

"Thank you," Maedhros smiled softly, "now I feel very lucky indeed."

"Then you are welcome," Fingon responded, "now go and heal the Noldor, Maedhros Kingmaker."

[fure-dcmk]

As one of my favourite and most inspiring artists on Tumblr, I wanted to ask you for advice about being an artist online

I'm a self-taught artist who mostly draws OCs for my own amusement but I also like trying to draw fan art and I had accounts before where I posted some of my art

But I'm very self-critical so I took down my art because I'm still learning and I hated finding mistakes in it. I also deleted my accounts due to personal life setbacks.

But I really want to get back to posting again one day hopefully after I practice digital art more.

So... do you have any advice for artists who are insecure about putting themselves out there and engaging with a public audience?

I really would appreciate your insight

Thank you

♥️

Aaaa anon i'm not sure if I can give any useful advice but i'll try T_T

personally I'm pretty lenient on myself, i prefer to prioritize productivity than quality. so im not sure how helpful my POV would be to a perfectionist. and i see myself as a 'fandom artist' where people follow me for a specific fandom rather than my own art. plus drawing is my way to consume and process my obsession, I have no inclination to do original stuff. in other word, i truly feel inept in providing an advice on this anon orz

but I'll try anyway, it depends on what you want from posting art online. do you want the dopamine from seeing others enjoying your work? do you want to make friends? are you frustrated a thing you like barely has any content so you decide to cook your own food? you should have a vauge idea of what you want from posting

in my opinion, new artist tend to be more insecure in posting, a lack of engagement can demotivate you from posting entirely. so, posting serious art that take days to make are the motivationally the riskiest. people usually struggle to give feedback to serious art. when these posts flop you'll end up feeling more insecure

my advice is to prioritize fun first. things like memes, funny or interesting ideas. sketchy comics are my go-to tbh. people usually have more things to say on things like that.

so you can try to balance low effort content so that it doesn't hurt as much when the stuff that you do spend a lot of time in flops. doesnt mean you should stop experimenting and improving, just do keep in mind posts like that usually don't do that well, you should set your expectations properly.

^this is the most realistic advice i could give anon.

also im not sure if this would be helpful but everytime i get into a new thing, i will first only draw for myself. I'll only start to upload when i hoard too much and it start to feel ridiculous to not publish them

I'm wishing you luck on your art journey!

[synthshenanigans]

New angst AU/idea bby lets go >:}

Time Loop/Interminable/Whatever name i decided

tw: death?

-if this seems slightly incomprehensible, i did quickly type this in one go so I apologize-

All of them are stuck in the constant loop that never ends until they can all live in harmony. (basically what would keep them whole in Cacophony)

-names might change but the idea is there-

Whole/Sisyphus: Exists with the others while trying to keep peace. Set on making everything right and balanced.Tries to help Soul mend whatever argument is going on between Heart & Mind before the loop restarts again. Eventually, Whole is tired of no matter how good it gets, they never can get better and begins restarting the loop himself, trying to get a better answer each time. At first, anytime theres an altercation he'd just reset before the loop does it. He gets more and more agitated that nothing is working, so he just resets when some he deems is wrong or incorrect. After so long he tries any thought he has that could somehow make a difference. Its more simple at first with just siding with one side for an argument to forcing them to never interact to forcing one to kill the other/doing it himself or killing Soul or himself. None of them work and the loop just keeps restarting

Mind/Deja Vu:

Mind can't remember any of the past loops no matter what happens. However after so long, he starts to remember vauge glimpses of past resets. He can't figure out what any of them mean and just passes them off as dreams/nightmares. After so many loops he gets paranoid and tries to stay awake to not see the past resets again.

Heart/Illusion:

Heart can't remember the loops either but can see past occurrences as a quick mirage. They're also too vague and short to make anything out of them. If hes been blinded at that point in the loop he can see them better but by that time its usually too late to stop the reset. After so many loops he wears the blindfold no matter if hes blind so he doesn't have to see them.

Soul/Ouroboros:

Soul has an easier time remembering the loops as long as he lives through it and at first doesn't stop Whole from reseting. After they get more frequent and erratic he tries to push Whole away from that plan but not being too harsh since none of them have gotten hurt out of it. Its not until one of them does get fatally injured (Whole pursuing/persuading Heart to shoot Mind for example) that Soul puts his foot down and tries to stop Whole but anytime Soul make an attempt to, Whole kills him. Anytime Soul makes it through a loop and remembers Whole either immediately kills him or locks him away so he cant interfere.

Mind & Heart ultimately figure out whats going on (or at least a vauge idea that Whole is involved with it) and try to stop him themselves. When they can eventually save Soul, they manage to kill Whole whilst staying alive. When Wholes death surprising doesn't start the loop they all can finally talk to each about everything (basically Light to Variations on a Cloud).

The ending is either

1. the loop restarts with all of them remembering. Whole saw them all work together before and it made him have his "wait maybe i fucked up" moment and they all talk more about everything while trying to fix everything that happened to Whole

2. The loop finally stops and never comes back. Whole is still gone but they have the realization that them all together is "Whole" and that they all are him/he is them. (its the friends we made along the way type of deal)

[apple-pecan]

Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy (2001)

jak, the vaugely anime-esque boy with no personality, and his way more personable best friend and sidekick daxter, sneak onto misty island for the epic lulz. one thing leads to another and daxter is accidentally knocked into some dark ooze and TFed into an ottsel, an otter weasel hybrid. finding him to be way too marketable now, jak and daxter embark on a quest to change him back to normal. that's all the story yer gettin, so time to make like mario and collect as many power stars cells as humanly possible.

while on paper this would be a bog standard 3d platformer collectathon game, there's a few things that set it apart. the big thing is you're not jumping into paintings or portals to go to different stages or something; rather, the entire world is interconnected, making this one of the first open world games so to speak. and the cool thing is there's hardly any load times! there is a drawback to this though; you have to leave each area the way you came in, and if you're not used to the level layout for each area it can take a while to find your way back. i know the last time i played this game years ago i got stuck on snowy mountain and got too infuriated to keep playing. not this time~!

missions range from "find the power cell somewhere in the stage" to "help out an NPC and they'll give you a power cell" or even "pay an npc with precursor orbs and they'll give you a power cell" and maybe sometimes you'll be like "find 7 red coins scoutflies and get a power cell" and there's the odd mission where it's all like "lick daxter's feet and he'll give you nothing in return also you have to get mouthwash now." okay i made that one up. or did i... ANYWAY, you'll be doing a lot of different things to get these power cells and it's all pretty fun and engaging. gotta catch em all!

the controls are pretty solid for the most part, although sometimes i ran into issues where jak just wouldnt double jump for some reason or wouldnt grab onto ledges. other than that though the movement was fun and i liked spinning around breaking crates. wait am i talking about crash bandicoot or... well, they ARE by the same developer. one other thing i had an issue was the health collectables. you only have three hit points, with no stat upgrades whatsoever to increase it. this wouldn't be that much of an issue if it didn't take 50 whole green eco orbs to replenish ONE hit point. for the record, most enemies just drop 3 or 4, and a lot of stages arent exactly brimming with enemies sometimes. so just dont get hit as much as possible. i feel like if they halved the amount of eco orbs to replenish your health this wouldve been mitigated somewhat.

there are also vehicle sections, where you ride a zoomer (no, not that kind of zoomer) to try and get from one "hub" area to the next. these make your controller vibrate like fucking crazy and whenever one finally ends i feel all weird and tingly. i dont know if this is a good or bad thing but hey it's worth mentioning.

the story is not really existent after the beginning of the game up until you near the end, which is fine for a game like this. i quite liked the ending where jak and daxter find some mystical energy that can defeat the bad guys but it could also change daxter back to normal, so he has to decide if he wants to either become unmarketable again or save the world from destruction. guess what happens. the music fits the game, its basically more subdued crash bandicoot music. not something i'd particularly listen to outside of the game but it does add to the lighthearted mood of the game. graphics are honestly still kind of amazing to this day; the characters look like living cartoons and the different environments are breathtaking. i love the shot when you first leave the green sage's hut and see sandover village sprawl before you; can't even imagine how amazing this must've looked back in 2001.

all in all, this is a solid, fun collectathon, a great first (and ultimately last) attempt at the genre by naughty dog. yeah, thats right, they never did anything like this again. a few months before this game came out, a little game known as grand theft auto iii came out and permanently changed gaming forever. it had all the open environments like this but with more gameplay variety besides jump here and collect stuff. more importantly you could steal peoples cars and shoot people in the face. so naughty dog took one look at this and said "this is just what our mascot platformer series NEEDS!" so in jak 2 you can ALSO steal peoples cars and shoot people in the face. and then they decided to cut the cartoony middle man entirely and make uncharted and the last of us, which use photorealistic graphics instead, and get rid of the open world shit and make it so it's JUST shooting people in the face. oh well, it was fun while it lasted!

8/10

NOTE: i like how for both crash and jak, the last games in both series naughty dog would make are racing games. im sure its been brought up before but it's still funny to me. now when are they gonna make the last of us kart racing game already..........

[sleepdeprivedweeblol]

Poll at the bottom if you want to see the name (Please keep in mind that i am a beginner writer this is a snippet and it has not been proof read this fic was decided to write from a later pole.

I took a snipet from what I've wrote so far to help you come to a conclusion :)

Tw: Mention of, (most of the below are mentioned vaugely but I put a tw just in case), suicidal thoughts, tourture, kidnapping, low self-esteem, panic attack and flashbacks from torture.

The panic attack is quite graphic though I know not everyone feels the same when they have panic attacks this is just based on my experience with them so it most likely won't be the same as if you've had one.

This kind of panic attack is the kind where your fight or flight response kicks in and Sophie wants to run away but after a while she's left with muscle pain and a very worried Tam that has been watching from the shadows.

Enjoy!

Bit from the start lol:

Tam was sitting next to her to laugh at them if something went wrong definitely not to make sure everyone was safe.

Angst! :D Havenfield had just got a new spinosaurus but even though it was noisy there Havenfield was the best place to practice- well, anything really. They were in the caves that she and Dex had got kidnapped in but it was fine! There's plenty of water Lihn could call on when- if an accident occurs. The perfect place to practise without drawing attention. The perfect place to get kidnapped. It was getting hard to breathe. Why was it getting hard to breathe? She stopped. No, not now. Fuck. FUCK, WHY NOW??? Her breath sped up and her vision started to go blurry with tears she didn't realise were there. They dripped down her face and soaked her tunic. She felt dizzy and she wanted to get out of that cave far far away. She NEEDED to get out.But.. SHE CAN'T RUN AWAY NOW THEY WILL SEE HER RUNNING AWAY OH FUCK THEY CAN SEE HER. NONONONONONONONONONONONO. They weren't paying attention to her right now; they were too busy bantering to notice her panic attack. Thank fuck. That's what it is, right?

A attack. Oh god her muscles hurt and she felt so fucking exhausted. She slid onto the floor against the cave wall and VERY slowly she started to feel better. They didn't notice and she was so relieved, she wouldn't let anyone see her like that it left her too.. vulnerable. She was vulnerable. The Moonlark shouldn't be vulnerable. The Moonlark should be strong and brave and kind. Only she didn't feel like the moonlark right now she felt horrible. She stayed where she was and waited for her breathing to go back to normal and wiped off her tears with her sleeve. If anyone asked she could just say she got too close to the ocean while they weren't paying attention. No that would be mean. The Moonlark is supposed to be kind. The Moonlark exists to make the world a better place but what if the world would be a better place without the Moonlark in it?

[jellybabiesandstars]

Help me decide my NaNoWriMo 2023 project!

FinMo for a novel I’ve completely ran out of steam on (silghtly over 1/4 done with first draft), love this idea like its my child but I keep pulling blanks despite a strong outline

BRAND New idea, pure new idea excitemnet, only a half thought out idea of what will happen and some tropes, zero planning or outine

New-ish idea, kind of predicted a “canon event” in my life, has that new idea charm and excitement but next to least planned out (just a handful of main plot points)

Older (unwitten) idea(s): less of the new idea charm, but pretty well planned out

50k Fic-athon: back to basics, write fanfic(s) until at least 50k, great for speed/ goal reaching and practice, but minimal to no chance of traditional publication in the future even with tweaking

(Pretty much all romance novels, just where I’m most comfortable currently)

Edit to add a little more about the ideas themselves:

1. road-trip set (eventual) romance novel set in the late 1970s, grumpy/sunshine, (technically) forced proximity, racially diverse

2. Superhero novel, Villain/Hero, Slight age gap, found family, rom-com esque but no shotage of drama or action

3. supernatural romance, could easily be a series in the future, town full of supernatural beings, LGBT inclusive, Non-binary protagonist, probably qualifies as terato if it gets spicy at all

4. Older ideas:

Superhero Idea B: More antihero than villan x hero, multiple plot twists, slower burn, Spoiler- vaugely inspired by The Boys

Ghost town: litteraly- a haunted town, Protag on the run crashes there. enemies to lovers, fun lore

Ghost romance B: Protag buys a suspiciously cheap larger home in the (English?) countryside. Turns out it’s haunted by a “glorified Mr. Darcy” (if he got to see the marching of time from the regency- the present), reverse of the usual grumpy/sunshine (female protag is the grump)

Fandoms would include: Marvel (various), Star Wars, Doctor Who, Ghost (the band), maybe more

[keeperofthenorthstar]

🔞MINORS DNI!🔞

Hello, I am a headmate of The Bunny System; resident and navigator of the Feral vessel, you may call me Northstar.

Some things to note:

This blog will be used for my own personal interests, this means it will likely be multifandom, and not lean to any one specific topic.

My pronouns are: It/Its, They/Them, She/Her, Yeen/Yeena/Yeens/Yeenas, and Fly/Flight/Flys/Flights. I have a preference towards the it/yeen/yeena/fly/flight pronouns however she/her/they/them is fine enough.

I often times will use the f and t slurs, this is your only warning. If you don't like them then do not follow me, and do not bother asking me to stop, as they're how a lot of us refer to ourselves.

I will and often to indiscriminately curate my tumblr dash. If you are ever blocked by me assume I use it like the "Don't recommend me channel." button on youtube and that odds are I just didn't care for the blog topic or fandom instead of holding a secret grudge against you.

Now with those out of the way, allow us to set some ground rules. Anyone found breaking them will be blocked and forcibly removed from this vessel.

🔞While I cannot guarantee there's going to be anything NSFW, I will open this with that I would GREATLY prefer that minors do not interact nor follow this blog. Yes I said it in the bio, and yes I'm saying it here again, as I do not wish to need to filter myself for others. To those who aren't minors, I will warn you that this blog may contain mentions or depictions of some more extreme fetishes if I ever do decide to interact with NSFW stuff on here. If you think the term is too vauge for you then I would suggest being safe over being sorry.🔞

Leave the system discourse at the door. I do not care for it, I do not care about your opinions on it, and unless you're a close friend or I explicitly ask about it, even if you did tell me your thoughts on it I wouldn't put in the effort to listen to you.

Don't bother asking wether or not we're endo, we have no idea and we also don't entirely care. But for the sake of scaring off anti-endos who will make people feel unwelcome: assume we are endo.

Infact, while we're on the topic, don't bother with any discourse because I simply don't have the energy to bother caring about random internet arguements.

While I don't mind NSFW stuff in general, please keep what you do with others or what you want to do with other people to yourself. Don't tag them on my posts and tell them about how you want to do that to them, just mention it in their DMs.

I'm demisexual, which pretty much means I don't want anyone I wouldn't make NSFW comments directly to to make NSFW comments to or about me. Save that for the DMs of your friends who may be into that stuff.

Don't take anything I say personally, odds are high if I'm complaining about something it isn't related to you. If I had a problem with you personally that would be enough to make me want to post about it, I would have talked to you about it already. If you're a random, I don't feel my opinion should hold any actual value to you.

And lastly, if you don't like something I post or do on here just block me unless I have explicitly held conversation with you before. It isn't worth the effort to tell me about it, especially if you're not someone I'd even be willing to text normally. You can leave, the door is right there and it's unlocked.

If your blog is blank I'm blocking you. I don't care if you aren't a bot, on a site where a 5th of notifs are of bots following our main account I can't be bothered to take any chances with it.

Now wilth the formalities out of the way.. Pray enjoy your stay, and be sure to keep the northern star in your sight, else you may not find the way out when you need it most~

Now one last time for the road...

🔞MINORS DNI.🔞

[rayshippouuchiha]

I AM HERE (TM) for EIC shenanigans. But I also REALLY need to know what professional dumbassery got seemingly upstanding Pro Heros Dekiru & MindSweeper (Siren? Hypnos? Idk what Shinsou calls himself in this AU) arrested!!?!

In this AU Shinshou's hero name is Enigma just cause I think it suits him and it's vauge enough that it doesn't give away his quirk.

Izuku came out the other end of his apprenticeship with All Might and the solid 2 years+ he did of getting his ass kicked by Gran Tornio absolutely feral and still breathtakingly socially awkward.

Boy had no social circle beyond a group of 45+ year old adults and no real concept of down time or a proper sleep schedule. So of course he stops a robbery at 3 am on one of his nights off. Only problem was the robbery was taking place at his favorite 24 hour konbini and he was in his All Might onsie with only his Present Mic money purse in hand because this was supposed to just be a quick trip out for 3am mochi. So of course the UG Hero who was also apparently just there for 3am canned coffee if his bedroom slippers were any indication thought he was just some guy attempting some vigilante justice and tried to warp him up in his capture scarf. Which obviously set Izuku off on both a tangent about the weapon as well as bouncing around the store avoiding it.

The clerk, a seasonal worker instead of Tatsume-san who knows Izuku, called the police.

Which means, of course, that none of the cops who showed up believed either of them were Pro Heros.

They ended up spending a few hours in a holding cell together, ignoring the groaning of the actual criminal in there with them, as they got to know each other a bit.

In the end Shinsou just outright decided he was gonna keep Izuku.

[snakesnakerevolution]

George's Desk Light

Vauge Hollow Knight au in that Dream is a lumifly. Nothing else is really specified lol

Trigger warning for dehumanization and objectification, as well as a sprinkle of neglect. This is my first writing I'm posting directly on tumblr so please be kind >.<

George loved his desk light.

It was just an object, one Quackity had given him for his birthday, but it was so perfect that he loved it.

It was a little glass jar, not ornately carved. For all he could tell, Quackity may have made it out of an old jelly jar. The top was covered in a thin metal lid that had two latches on either side. Holes were poked through, allowing the small lumifly hybrid to breathe. One in the center was larger than the others, allowing George to drop food flakes every few days to keep the hybrid alive. For a while it had begged, asking for food more often, but Quackity had warned him that this one was particularly gluttonous, and that if he fed it more than every other day that it would become sick. So, for the sake of the lumify, he ignored the small cries. They stopped eventually, anyways. 

Turning the lantern off and on was pretty simple, considering its power was near limitless. Lumiflies created their light through flight. George’s hybrid, however, would often just curl up in the bottom of the jar, sleeping or shaking. Quackity had found a solution, however. On the outside of the jar there was a small chain. On one end it was connected to a small collar around the lumify’s neck. The other had something akin to a clamp, one big enough it wouldn’t fall through the hole in the lid and get stuck. On the side of the jar a small peg had been attached. Whenever George wanted to turn the lantern on, all he would have to do is tug the chain and attach it to the peg. The chain was short enough that, once attached, the lumifly would not be able to touch the ground without choking itself. This meant that as long as the clamp was attached, the lumifly would have to fly and therefore create light. 

The chain doubled as a way to keep the lumifly contained. If George decided to change the glass, all he would need to do is affix a peg to the side and keep ahold of the little chain to place the lumifly in its new home. Sapnap had given him an ornate bottle a few days ago, one that had originally stored alcohol. George had started preparing it, just waiting for the glue to set. He’d tried to clean it out as best he could, but he figured the scent would probably last a long time. He asked Quackity, and the man said that it would be fine, that lumiflies were resistant to any fumes in the air. 

He sat at his desk, smiling as he read his book. Beside him, the lumifly fluttered, pretty and graceful in the center of the jar. Sometimes, George could swear the other was watching along, but that was silly. Lumiflies bred for captivity never learned how to read, only wild ones. And Quackity wouldn’t be the type to steal a lumifly from its home. 

George hummed, turning the page. 

Maybe he should find a couple picture books at the library. The lumifly would probably enjoy looking at the pictures. 

George loved his desk light. 

[emperor-palpaminty]

Number 57 with Crosshair please? And for the dramatic toothpick I have an equally dramatic (Addams family) quote!

‘To live without you, only that would be torture. A day alone, only that would be death.’

(Feel free to paraphrase it since it’s worded formally)

GUH YOURE GONNA KILL ME, THIS IS SO SWEET

Mentions sex, but no smut! I am still a coward

Crosshair ran a hand softly though her hair, watching her sleep. The GAR had finally given the Batch a stipend of a few days, and he had elected to visit an out-of-the-way villa on Alderaan that his lover also happened to arrive at. What a coincidence.

This was probably the most amount of time he had smiled (well, not frowned) consecutively for in a long time. If he didn't knock it soon, this whole smiling thing would become a very nasty habit.

She shifted in her sleep, mumbling listlessly, and Crosshair gently tugged her closer, Shoshone her as his warm skin met hers. She sighed at the new embrace and settles between his arms, fingers unfurling on his chest. The sniper smoothed a hand up and down her waist, her hips, admiring the natural curve her body formed at rest. He had forgotten how soft people's skin could be- war seemed to harden everything.

Glancing at the window, light had begun to haze the sky. Pink eyes peered over a dark line of trees, brightening the horizon and splashing this world with a new day's embrace.

It was when orange melted into the sky that Crosshair decided to get up. He replaced his arm on her with the weight of the comforter and slid out of bed, reaching for a pair of civilian pants that he had shucked the night before. He padded across the room, a hand rubbing at his eyes to ward away groginess, and he made his way to the small kitchen.

Crosshair liked cooking. It was satisfying, being in control of everything in front of him, and making something the way he wanted to. He rarely got the chance to cook and had been experimenting with new meals ever chance he had out here in the fully stocked kitchen.

The eggs bubbled up as he poured them into the hot pan, and he almost missed the wood creaking as his companion entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," She mumbled, leaning on the door frame. Her cheek was still red from sleeping on it, and her shoulders and throat were speckled with vaugely red-purple signatures of Crosshair's lips from the previous night. A sheet was draped around her, short of exposing the curve of her breast as she sunk against the frame, still smiling at him, exhaust wrought on her body.

In other words, she was glorious.

Crosshair felt a smile tug at his lips (only tug!) as he set down the plate in his hands. "You look good marked up like that."

"No thanks to you." She giggled, approaching him and spraying a hand lightly on his back, eyes planted on him cooking. Her knees knocking under her, and she leaned on the counter for a brief moment as she made her way to the barstool, sinking down, eyes trained on him.

Crosshair slid a plate to her. "All the thanks to me." He took his own plate and leaned on the counter, taking a sip of his caf. "All- how you worded it, all six-and-a-half feet of joints of me." He smiled under the mug, watching her reaction.

His lover's lips twitched, and she giggled, taking a bite of the omelet in front of her. "You make me sound so mean."

"And you are- cruel and terrible. It's a shame." His words were flat but his eyes sparked, the sarcasm good-humored in his voice as he took a bite of his food. "I should have added more salt."

"It's perfect." She said quickly, taking another bite. "Better than oversalting it, which is also a cruel and terrible shame."

Crosshair chuckled and lowered his fork to reach for his mug as she went quiet. A comfortable silence stretched between them, thick and pliable, before she said softly, "I couldn't live without you, you know."

"I know." He hesitated. Crosshair's fingers flinched briefly before taking the mug. "Everyday without you is death. I die a little. And being apart is..." his voice trailed, and he finally conjured, "Torture."

She smiled, standing and leaning across the counter. His lover softly kissed him, and Crosshair closed his eyes. He abandoned his caf on the table and reached up, running a hand in her hair.

After a night of such loving and carnage, it felt good to simply kiss- no promises, no strings, simply holding her jaw and allowing their lips to reconnect on such a simple level.

She tugged away, barely, hovering close. "That was the nicest thing you've said to me, ever."

Crosshair smiled gently, kissing her again, softer. "Keep it up, love, and you'll get more nice things."