#every different perspective i watch just gives me more and more to draw

[meowmeowexe]

“Take my hand” “Hold my hand”

Timelapse and freak out under the read more, as per usual <3

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you would not believe how long i have spent on this artwork jdhsfjkhfjkdsg.

BUT ANYWAY. WHO CARES IF THE SMP IS ENDING SOON THE WHIRLPOOL STREAM STILL LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAINNN!!! pKuervo is literally my favourite character i have rewatched it’s pov of the whirlpool stream so many times you would not believe. The way pKuervo is quick to reassure people and makes everyone is safe is soo dhsjkdgkjs. Holding pWater’s hand on the way down the whirlpool, the way he freaks out when he can’t find pWater. Then, when pGraecie is scared to jump down into the underground city, pKuervo once again offers to hold her hand THE PARALLELS AUGH! Also later on, when everyone’s running from the collapsing city, pKuervo STAYED BACK to make sure everyone else had gotten out before it. Even going back for pOwen when she stopped to grab the special lamp. pKuervo is literally the coolest character ever and you can not change my mind :))))

Also can i say. i am very proud of how this piece turned out, especially the drippy water effect on pWater and half of pKuervo to signify them standing in the spray of the whirlpool, and then the drying water on the other half of pKuervo and pGraecie, as they’ve had time to dry off a bit. Less proud of the background but eh let’s just ignore that dgsjkgdkjsgkj

[minisugakoobies]

Paradise | JJK - Fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: we finally get a JinKook showdown in the most ridiculous way possible, the tiniest bit of angst, CONFESSIONS!!, followed by post-confession sex, JK hits it raw, OC in lingerie, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lots of talking about feelings, I'm sorry but this gets a little soft because I love these two

Word Count: 6.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: We're back and we're nearing the end! Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for the next chapter - I didn't mean for it to take so long, but, well, life 🤷‍♀️ Anyway, I'm very excited to share this chapter with you finally - I hope you enjoy!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you!  💕

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Despite his words earlier, Jungkook is in fact one of the first people on the dance floor when it opens. And of course, you’re right there with him. How could you say no when he holds his hand out and smiles at you like that - like nothing else would make him happier right now than you in his arms?

After all the time you’ve spent admiring Jungkook’s moves when he dances for you, it’s a whole new perspective to get to experience them when you’re dancing with him. Part of that difference is due to the deejay keeping it wholesome with the song selections, since Jennie and Yoongi’s family members are the majority of the revelers surrounding you. So there’s a lot less grinding and a lot more distance between the two of you.

You don’t really try to keep up with him - it’s not that you’re a terrible dancer, it’s just that he’s so fucking good. His every movement is so natural, like he’s not even trying. He does show off just a little bit, when Jisoo eggs him on, slipping into a freakishly accurate robot that has a small ring of guests gathering around to cheer him on. The giant grin on his face tells you he’s enjoying the attention just as much as the faint blush on the tips of his ears tells you he’s just a little bashful about it. 

After a few songs, the music finally slows a little, the crowd thinning as only couples are left. Jungkook draws you close, one arm sliding around your back as the other clasps your hand, holding it to his chest. The room around you falls away as he takes the lead, swaying with you around the floor.

“Are you having a good time, jagi?” he murmurs after a moment. 

“I am, Kookie.” Lifting your head from his shoulder, you gaze into his eyes, feeling that familiar warmth overtake you when he returns your smile. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Like I’d turn down the chance for free food and drinks,” he teases, laughing when you huff and try to pull away, tightening his grip to keep you locked in place. “What? I’m just being honest.” 

“Ass,” you mutter, but you can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. He lifts his arm, hand pressing lightly on your back to guide you in a spin, then brings you back into his embrace. You spot Rosé across the room, watching you and Jungkook dance, and she politely claps as you shake your head, grinning. 

The beat picks up again, and your friends surround you and Jungkook. Rosé, Jisoo, and Jin all dance together as Lisa introduces Yi-Jeong to the group. Even Jennie and Yoongi join in, and it’s true what Jennie told you yesterday - her man definitely has moves. Everyone’s happy and laughing, and you’re so full of joy you could just burst.

Jin suddenly twirls, facing Jungkook with an intense look on his face. The younger man takes a step back in surprise as Jin starts to rock his body back and forth, like he’s about to bust out a breakdance move. Is he seriously about to - 

“Ooh, dance battle!” Jisoo cups her hands around her mouth, yelling. Your other friends start whooping, forming a circle around Jungkook and Jin. Jisoo pulls you next to her from where you’ve been standing, so you’re not between them anymore. “Get it, Bambi!” 

While the others around you are shouting encouragement, you just gaze silently between the two men, unsure if you should be joining in. Unsure if this is a friendly competition or if the tense vibes you feel radiating between them is something more. From the expressions on their faces, it’s clear that they’re going to do this, so you just sigh, bobbing along to the beat, waiting for the show. 

Jungkook stops gawking at Jin and begins bedrocking, swinging his hands as he faces Jin with a fierce look. Jin glares back, sticking his arms out as he undulates in a rather impressive wave, rolling his long limbs from left to right. 

It’s not until you hear clapping behind you that you realize that more people have joined the circle, crowding in behind you, shouting Jin’s name. Jungkook hears it too, his brow furrowing slightly. It’s clear his competitive nature’s kicked in when he peels his suit jacket off. You hold your hand out for it automatically, feeling a swoop of heat in your stomach as he gives it to you with a wink. 

The tip of his tongue slips out as Jungkook suddenly throws himself towards the ground, landing on one hand like he’s doing a handstand, and then kicks his legs out in a cartwheel kick. He’s so smooth with it, inverting himself like it’s nothing, that you actually gasp.

It’s like he cranked the volume up on the crowd, and someone - Rosé, maybe? - starts chanting Jungkook’s name. You can’t help but add your voice to the mix. 

Jungkook lands back on his feet and motions for Jin to go. Jin also takes his jacket off, jaw clenching firmly. He rolls his body a few times before bouncing into the Roger Rabbit, feet stepping quickly, arms flapping at his side like wings. It’s surprisingly loose and funky, two words you don’t typically associate with Jin. 

Lisa yells, “Go chef!” and the crowd divides itself into two chants. Jin ends his turn with a little flourish, dusting imaginary dirt from his broad shoulders. But you know from Jungkook’s smirk that he’s undaunted, and without a second’s hesitation, he swiftly dives to the floor, launching himself into a windmill.

Your friends explode into cheers, watching Jungkook roll round and round the floor. As he picks up speed, he tucks his arms up onto his stomach, doing the trick with no hands. Then he comes to a stop with a freeze, legs hanging in the air. 

The crowd chants Jungkook’s name only as he rises to his feet. He straightens his tie, then gestures to Jin. Jin rocks for a few beats, a strange look in his eye. 

Then he throws his hands out in front of him, holding one steady while the other mimics winding a reel. 

“Is he - is he fishing for Jungkook?” 

You don’t answer Rosé as there’s no need to. Jin’s clearly doing the fishing pole move. One by one, the voices around you grow quieter. Jungkook blinks at Jin for a few seconds, obviously thrown by this decision.

Then he grins, flapping his hands by his face like fins.

“Oh, wow, they share a brain cell,” Lisa says. “Did not see that coming.” 

Jisoo groans. “Well, this is anticlimactic. I was promised bloodshed.” 

“Who promised you that?” you ask, laughing. Feeling a tiny bit relieved. 

The crowd departs, but the two men keep dancing. Jungkook pretends he’s been hooked, thrashing from side-to-side before dropping to the ground in his signature dolphin kick. Always a performer to the end, you think, as he hops back to his feet, and he and Jin take turns bowing to one another. 

The smile on his face gets wider when Jungkook sees you clapping for him. He reaches for his jacket, and you impulsively press a kiss to his cheek, biting back a laugh as his eyes widen slightly.

“If those are the moves you pull out for a dance-off, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for later,” you whisper. Jungkook’s arm grips your side as he tilts his head to look at you. His touch is warm, but it can’t match the heat in his eyes. 

“Careful what you ask for, jagiya,” he replies, gaze dropping to your mouth so briefly that you almost miss it. “I need some water. Do you want anything?” 

You shake your head, and he disappears towards the tables. As soon as he’s gone, you feel someone brush your arm. 

“Okay, I’ll give it to the kid - he’s got moves,” Jin declares, holding his hand out in an offer to dance. You silently take it, letting him pull you close as the deejay cues up a ballad. 

Jin’s quiet for a few beats, leading you in small circles around the dance floor. It strikes you that this is the first time the two of you have really been face-to-face since yesterday, that weird standoff in the hallway earlier notwithstanding. You haven’t had a chance to talk to him alone since - 

“So what’s up with your boy?” 

You meet Jin’s gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Jungkook? What do you mean?”

Jin shrugs, the movement jostling your hand where it rests on his shoulder. “I mean, he looked like he was ready to throw hands when he introduced himself earlier. Like he was just itching for a fight.” 

“And you’re not?” You snort when he blinks in exaggerated confusion. “Oh, come on, all those snide little comments you were making at the table? Arguing with him about who has it worse? What was that all about?” 

Jin maintains his affronted expression for half a minute longer before he starts to laugh. “Okay, fine, I admit I was just pushing his buttons at dinner. In my defense, he made it too easy!” He laughs harder when you roll your eyes and start to pull away. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. But I had to do something to cheer myself up. It wasn’t easy for me to sit there and watch the two of you together, to see the way you look at him.” 

Your curiosity tampers down your annoyance for a moment. “How do I look at him?” 

Jin smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Like there’s no one else in the world.” 

You glance away, unsure what to say to that. Your gaze flits around the room until it lands on Jungkook, finding him at one of the tables, chatting with Lisa and Yi-jeong. His nose crinkles as he laughs with your friend, tattooed hand coming up to swipe away the hair that falls into his face, and you hear Jin sigh. 

“Yeah, that’s the look,” he says, shaking his head. He shifts his arm from your back, leading you into a gentle spin. “I was honestly surprised at how easy it was to antagonize him. Figured nothing I could do or say would bother him, knowing he won your heart.”

When you don’t respond to that, staring at Jin’s bowtie instead of meeting his eye, he hums. 

“Oh, I see. You haven’t told him yet.” 

Without warning, Jin dips you. You gasp, clutching his bicep to steady yourself.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he murmurs. His hand grips yours tightly, arm cradles your back, keeping you in place while his face hovers a mere breath above yours. 

It’s an intimate pose, the way he holds you now, yet just like yesterday, you feel nothing.

“No. No second thoughts.” You’ve recovered from your momentary shock, voice steady as you reply. “I’m sorry, Jin, but like I told you yesterday, it’s Jungkook I want.” 

Immediately, you’re back on your feet. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Jin grins a crooked grin. “Had to ask, though.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m starting to regret this whole ‘let’s be friends’ idea.” 

He ignores your jibe. “Can I ask you a serious question?” 

You take a moment to study his face before answering. All traces of humor have vanished as he waits for your response. Slowly, you nod. 

“What are you waiting for?” 

The rooftop garden glows softly in the night air, lit by tiny lights strung along the trees and flowering plants. Hidden speakers strewn around the open space bring the music from the reception outside, providing a gentle soundtrack for a beautiful summer evening. 

“Where are we going?” Jungkook asks, hand clasped firmly in yours as you lead him out of the reception and across the garden. 

In the corner of the roof, there’s a small nook carved out between two potted cherry blossoms, their branches obscuring the two of you from any of the other guests milling about. Right now, you need a little privacy.

You also need a moment to gather your thoughts. Your stomach’s jumped into your throat at the thought of what you’re about to do, and your anxiousness makes it hard to think straight. It doesn’t help that you’re slightly distracted by the sight in front of you. 

Although the sun’s long since set, the air is still warm. Jungkook’s shed his jacket, has his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hand still in yours as he looks at you expectantly, patiently waiting for you to speak. You can see the moon reflecting in his bright eyes, and for a moment, you’re back in the elevator at your apartment, staring at your handsome neighbor, that shy man with the sweet smile.

It wasn’t that long ago that he was a total stranger. Someone you saw occasionally at the mailboxes, someone who regularly ran away when you tried to talk to him. You didn’t know anything about him back then - what he did, what he liked, what made him laugh. What his kisses felt like. 

It wasn’t that long ago, yet it already feels like a distant memory. One that you never want to return to. Knowing everything you know about him now, feeling everything you feel - you can’t go back. There’s only one thing you need to do now - tell him. 

No reason to wait a second longer. 

Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand. “Jungkook, I brought you out here because I wanted to tell you something. I’m… ah, I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but I’m gonna try because I don’t want to drag this out when I don’t need to.” 

Jungkook’s eyebrows twitch slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, so you go on. 

“You know how I went to Jennie’s yesterday? Um, Jin was also there, with Yoongi. He pulled me aside and told me that the job Wendy asked me to interview for is actually his show for Nosh. And then he started talking about the two of us working together and traveling and -”

“Choose me, jagiya.” 

“Huh?” 

His interruption throws you off from the rambly mess you were attempting to say. Jungkook reaches for your other hand, holding both against his chest, and gives you a shaky smile. 

“Choose me, jagi. I know I don’t have a career like Seokjin does, or his money, or - or even a guarantee that I’ll ever have either of those things. I probably can’t promise you most of the things he can.” He pauses to draw a long breath, like he’s trying to slow himself down and not rush over his words, and oh, you want to kiss him so much right now. Even if this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “But I can promise y-”

“No no!” It’s his turn to look surprised as you raise your hands to his mouth, muffling his speech. “Jungkook, stop! I was trying to tell you that I ended things with Jin yesterday. You don’t have to say another word because it’s over.” 

“Mmt’s omer?” he mumbles against your fingers, eyes widening. 

“Yes, it’s over,” you giggle, uncovering his mouth, and suddenly all of your nervousness floats away on the evening breeze. “Come on, Kookie. Don’t you know? I’ve already chosen. It’s you. It’s always been you.” 

Jungkook continues to stare at you with those big doe eyes as your words slowly sink in, and you can’t help but smile, fondly, so, so fondly, that familiar sensation of warmth surging up from your chest, and you know now that it has a name, that buzz, that elation, that euphoria, and it’s on the tip of your tongue, just waiting for you to breathe it to life. 

So you exhale. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” 

For just the slightest of moments - a fraction of a second, a single heartbeat - when he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t so much as blink or breathe, you’re scared you’ve said too much. It’s too soon, too fast, too everything. 

But then he wraps his arms around you, holding you close enough that you can feel his own heart thumping wildly within his chest, and puts your fears to rest with four simple words, whispered softly against your lips.  

“Jagi, I’ve already fallen.” 

He kisses you, soft and slow, every touch so full of tenderness that you could cry. You tangle your fingers in his hair, desperately seeking something to hold onto, to keep you from floating right off the roof. He’s fallen for you. Jungkook’s fallen for you. 

You never knew your heart could hold so much. 

All your nervousness from before has dissipated. Now the only reason your pulse races is the nearness of him.

“Are you in any hurry to get back in there?” he asks, tipping his head towards the party.

You shake your head. 

He smiles. “Good.” 

He takes your hand again, locking his other arm around your back. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, listening to him sing along lightly with the music drifting across the rooftop. Even when the song changes to something more uptempo, he doesn’t let go, just laces his fingers through yours and continues to sway with you beneath the stars. 

Many songs later, when the two of you finally return to the party, you find that it’s already winding down. Jennie and Yoongi are making their rounds to say goodbye, needing to go home  and pack for their trip to Jeju Island in the morning. 

Jennie grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jungkook, waving the other bridesmaids over. “I’m gonna do it tonight!” 

Jisoo pinches her cheek. “Babe, you’ve already done it. That’s why you’re late, remember?” 

“Ha, ha.” Jennie smacks her hand away. “I mean I’m gonna tell Yoongi I’m pregnant, smartass.” 

“Ah, I’m so excited for you!” Lisa gives her a hug, and then you’re all hugging. 

“Have you all had a good time tonight?” Jennie asks, not waiting for an answer. “This has been the most amazing day! Thank you for everything, I couldn’t have done this without you.” 

“Yes, you could have,” you grin. 

“Okay, true, I could have. But it wouldn’t have been as much fun without you all. I love you so much!” 

“We love you too. Now go celebrate with your husband!” Rosé giggles, emphasizing the last word with an energetic wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“Yeah, get out of here. Some of us have plans tonight but we can’t leave until you do.” Jisoo declares. 

“She makes a good point,” Lisa chimes in, glancing over her shoulder at where Yi-jeong sits alone, clearly waiting. 

“Wow, okay,” Jennie laughs, but she’s flying too high to really be mad. “I’ll see you all in a week!” 

It’s as you turn to walk back to Jungkook that you remember. 

“Oh! Lisa!” 

Your friend glances at you as you back away with a giant grin. 

“Pay Rosé her fifty bucks.” 

“Why are your friends screaming like that?” Jungkook asks when you rejoin him. 

You just smile and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Ready to get out of here?” 

Riding Jungkook’s motorcycle is a much more pleasant experience tonight than it was on your way home from your first date. The sky is clear above you as Jungkook expertly weaves through traffic, and you’re warm and dry sitting behind him, wearing his suit jacket, arms tight around his waist. You spend most of the ride hugging more than holding on to him. 

Every few blocks, he releases the hand grip to let his palm rest on your thigh for a moment, squeezing gently. You think he means it as a reassuring touch, knowing how shaky you are with the entire concept of motorcycles to begin with, how just the thought of riding one still makes you nervous, but the actual effect he's having on you is far from comforting. It’s driving you insane.

By the time you reach your apartment door, you’re feral with need. You toss Jungkook’s jacket onto the floor and Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp when you tug on his arm as he’s closing the door. He barely has a chance to turn the lock before you’re pulling him down, passionately kissing away his confused noise. 

“B-baby,” he finally manages to stammer out after a few minutes of intense making out, “baby, do you wanna move to the couch?” 

You shake your head. “Need you now.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes are so dark that it makes you shudder when he catches your gaze. “Always so needy for me, huh? Just like the first time?” 

You remember that night, the way he’d fucked you against the hallway wall, both of you too desperate to even make it another ten feet to your bed. That same greedy desire burns through you now. 

Thank god for the slit in your dress. Hitching your leg up, you wrap it around his back, guiding him back down on top of you. 

“Just like that,” your voice trembles, back arching as Junghook’s hand snakes between you, rubbing at you through your dress. “Ahh, fuck, just like that!” 

You grasp at the side zipper on the dress, fingers fumbling too much to yank it down as quickly as you want. Jungkook has to do it for you, helping you sit up long enough to shed the entire gown. 

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Jagi.” 

If you weren’t already dying for him, the expression on his face when he sees you in the lingerie you’re wearing beneath your dress would do it. 

“Does it look better in person?” you ask, running your fingers over your chest, thumbs pressing in slow circles to wake your nipples, feeling them swell beneath the lace. 

With a pained groan, Jungkook starts hurriedly tearing at his suit, throwing the items nearly halfway across the open space of your living room in his urgency, not stopping until he’s completely naked, cock already hardening between his legs. 

“Yeah,” he grunts, biting his lip to let his hands do the talking. They travel over your torso, up across your breasts, squeezing your hands so you grip yourself harder. He laughs at your little gasp, and then he’s swallowing your sounds with his eager mouth, knocking your legs apart with his knee so he can press his body to yours. 

Your own impatience has you hooking your calves the backs of his thighs, bending your knees to urge him nearer. But no matter how close he is to you, it’s not enough, an itch you can’t scratch no matter how much you try. 

“I think this is going to have to come off now,” you frown, tugging at your bodice. You need to feel him, skin-to-skin. 

“Oh, not yet,” Jungkook says, voice near enough to be a growl. “Please, jagi, keep it on a little longer. For me.” He looks at you with such a lustful gaze that you find yourself nodding, immediately caving to his wish. If he wants to fuck you in your lingerie, fine. There will be more time to feel him later. 

There will be more time for everything you want with Jungkook. 

His mouth reconnects with yours. You sigh into him as his fingers find the snaps at the crotch of the teddy. He’s not gentle with them, practically ripping them open, but he’s more delicate as he slides his finger into you, finding you just as wet as always. He plunges two fingers in, and you know he’s trying to take his time and make sure you’re ready, but you’re too impatient for his consideration right now. 

“Come on, Kookie,” you plead, cupping his chin to draw his gaze away from his work, “I’m ready. I need you now.” 

“Shit,” he mutters, clearly reading your frustration. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I wanna feel you.” 

He reaches for his pants, which have been flung over the back of the couch, and you stop him.

“No, I mean, I want to feel you.”

Jungkook swallows hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing. “Jesus Christ, jagiya, you’re going to kill me.” He kisses you again, before his expression turns serious. “Can we? I mean, are you on something -” 

Laughing, you grab his face again, pulling him back to you for another kiss. 

“I have an implant. And I haven’t been with anyone since you and I have been…” you trail off, unsure what to call it. Dating? “Not since the last time I was tested.” 

“No one?” He doesn’t say the name, but you know what he’s asking. 

“No one.” You and Seokjin never got that far.

“I haven’t been with anyone either.” Jungkook strokes his thumb along your cheek. “It’s just been you. You’re the only one I want.” 

“Then have me.” With another sigh, you lift your hips, rolling against him. 

Jungkook groans, and you barely have a second to breathe before his lips take yours again. There’s some shifting, you spreading your legs while he’s propping himself up on one elbow and lining himself up with his other hand, and then he’s sinking in, slowly, filling you up hot inch by hot inch, until he’s completely sheathed. 

You got your wish. You can feel all of him. It’s a new sensation, and it’s intense, but you can tell it’s even more so for him. 

“Oh, goddamn, jagi.” Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. His chest heaves as he holds himself completely still. “You’re so - fuck.” 

“Yeah? Is it that good?” 

He nods a little, eyes squeezing shut, and you run your fingers through his hair, trying to impart some comfort. As much as you want him to rail you through the floor right now, you don’t want to rush him anymore. 

“Does it really feel that different?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s not that. That’s part of it - you feel so fucking good, baby - but it’s - it’s…” He huffs out a short breath, shaking his head again. “I don’t know how to say it. It’s everything.” 

And you understand exactly what he means, not by whatever he’s trying and failing to say, but by the look in his eyes. 

“Oh,” is all you can say, feeling your own words slipping away from you, as he starts to move. 

His cock drags slowly, so slowly at first, his head bowing as he concentrates on the feeling of you, the way your cunt seems to suck him back in eagerly, walls clenching when he snaps his hips experimentally. He observes every breath that escapes you, every mewl and whimper, and adjusts his pace, the strength of his thrusts, all the while drowning in his own perception, the tight heat and wetness of your core making his eyes roll back in his head with each pump. 

Neither of you speak after that, but you don’t need to. Your bodies communicate everything you’re feeling, punctuated by the unrestrained noises you both make. Your nails rake down Jungkook’s back as he fucks into you, drawing whine after whine from him, broken cries of desire, of wanting you to hold him, claim him, just as he’s claiming you. Mine, your fingernails declare, inscribing his skin with scratches. Yours, his hips answer in return, powerfully driving into yours, connecting you again and again, faster and faster. 

His hand clutches at the thigh you’ve wrapped around his waist, fingers twisting around the garter straps, and you can tell from his unsteady panting that he’s close. Your own pleasure is nearing the precipice, but you know he’s going to reach his first. Which he confirms with a strangled whimper.

“Jagi, I’m - I’m gonna come,” he grits through his teeth, brow furrowed, like he’s focusing all his energy on not coming right then and there. “‘M sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t - “

“Don’t stop, Kookie, don’t stop!” You don’t care if he finishes first. This isn’t about just sex anymore. All you want is for him to feel as good as he makes you feel, all the time. “Come on, cum inside me. Give me everything, fill me up!” 

“Fuck!” he grunts, moaning your name, and with only a few more thrusts, he follows your command. His hips jerk wildly as he gives in to the burning need beneath his skin and fills you with his hot release. It seems to go on and on, until he’s gasping, sagging against you weakly, too wrung out to hold himself up any longer. “Holy shit.”

You just hum, stroking his sweat-soaked hair, until he finally lifts his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I got caught up in the moment. Too much going on in my head and - and, fuck, you felt too good.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

You shush his apologies with a laugh, wrapping your arms around him again, urging him to lay down, so his head rests on your chest. “You don’t have to explain. It’s been… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything like this.” 

He sighs, moving slightly so he can leave light kisses over your covered chest. “Me too.” His hand trails lazily down your torso, following the swirls in the lace’s pattern. “I’m glad you said what you did. On the roof. I wanted to tell you before how I felt, but I was afraid you’d think I was rushing things.” His voice gets quieter. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” 

There’s a sadness in his tone, a naked vulnerability that makes your heart ache, so you squeeze him a little tighter. You know exactly what he means. 

He raises his head a little, starts kissing his way down your stomach. “Are you still…”

“Am I still what?” You bite your lip as he reaches the apex of your thighs, gently nudging them further apart so he can lie in between. 

Jungkook presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, one side, then the other, before he looks up at you. “Was that enough for you or are you still wanting more? You were so needy earlier, jagiya.” 

Of course you still want more. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of him. 

“Yeah,” you say, your fingers combing his hair out of his face so there’s nothing hiding him from you, just as there’s nothing hiding you from him, “I want more. Please, Kookie.” 

The smirk that spreads across his lovestruck face sends your heart racing. Your back arches off the floor when he coaxes the first orgasm from you with his tongue, feels like it might snap in half by the time he pulls the second one with his fingers. 

You melt into his embrace afterward, so thoroughly satiated, so utterly content, that you nearly fall asleep. But Jungkook coaxes you off the floor and into the bathroom, to wash his back in the shower before he tenderly scrubs yours, and then into bed, where the last thing you see before closing your eyes is the smile on his face as he whispers good night. 

“What does this one mean?” 

It’s late. Very late, sometime between midnight and early morning, when you should be asleep. You’d awoken in need of some water, slipping out carefully, trying not to wake Jungkook, only to come back to find him up and waiting for you to return to bed. He wasn’t just awake but up up, and you couldn’t resist, climbing directly into his lap for a slow, lazy ride. 

Now, you’re lying together, back pressed to Jungkook’s chest, with his arm draped beneath your breasts, as he gives you a tour of his tattoos. He tells you that most are symbolic, but a few have stories behind them, and you listen raptly to each one. Even though he’s probably tired, he’s indulging you, answering all your questions without so much as a single yawn.

He tilts his head to look at where you’re tapping on a striped snake. “That one? That’s supposed to represent growth. You know, shedding my skin, like a snake.” He flexes his forearm and the snake moves as if undulating on its own. “Do you like snakes?” 

“I like them a lot more than spiders, I can tell you that,” you reply, giggling. 

He laughs, watching silently as your fingers roam over his skin. There’s so much ink covering him, and you’re dying to know about all of it, filled with a buzzing curiosity despite the late hour. 

“What about this one?” Gingerly, you trace over the orange tiger lily etched onto the inside of his forearm, as if afraid that pressing too harshly will cause the petals to crumple. It’s gorgeously vibrant, the glowing color popping vividly against his skin. 

“Ah, that’s my birth flower.” Jungkook laughs a quick laugh. “That one was actually Taehyung’s suggestion. Do you know what the flower is supposed to represent?” 

“Uh-uh.” 

“Self-confidence.” He laughs again, shaking you a little as his chest vibrates. “He said it’d be a good reminder when he’s not around, that I still need to be confident.”

“Taehyung’s a good friend,” you remark, and Jungkook hums in assent. He rubs mindlessly at the flower with his other hand, fingertips bumping against yours. 

“You know, there’s another reason I got this one. A hidden meaning that tiger lilies are meant to express.” 

“Ooh, a hidden meaning?” You tilt your head to peer at him. “And what’s that?” 

Even in the dim light from your bedside lamp, you can see the tips of Jungkook’s ears turning red as he smiles bashfully, his eyes crinkling when he answers. “Please love me.” 

It’s impossible to resist kissing him, kissing that shy bunny smile that you’ve adored all this time, so you don’t even try, cupping his cheeks gently while you brush his lips with yours. When you pull away, his face is flushed, and he laughs, dipping his head in embarrassment even as he whispers, “Keep going.” 

You giggle, and kiss him again, and then stop. “Oh! Wait a minute.” 

Jungkook lets out a small grunt of displeasure when you leave his embrace, but you return quickly, handing him a small frame from your desk. 

“Jagi, you framed this?” He stares through the glass at the tiger lily sketch he’d drawn for you, back when he asked you out on your first date.

“Well, yeah. It was too pretty not to.” 

You take your place between his legs again, his arm automatically sliding around your waist while he gazes at the picture. “But it was just a quick little drawing. It’s not my best work.” 

“So? I think it’s beautiful. And… it’s from you.” You can feel your neck warming as you speak. “I like to keep it on my desk when I’m working. Every time I get annoyed by something, I look at it, and it calms me down.” Your lips quirk in a little smile. “So you can imagine that I look at it a lot,” you say, half-joking, half-not. Because it’s true, you do stare at it a lot. The drawing always brings you peace. Because it reminds you of Jungkook. So fiery and bright, but also so lovely and delicate. 

“Jagi,” Jungkook says again, swallowing thickly. His arm squeezes you closer.

You take the frame from his hand, placing it on the nightstand, before shifting to face him, legs straddling his as you loop your arms around his neck. “Be honest - were you sending me a hidden message with this?” 

His ears are burning red again. “Maybe. Guess it worked.” 

You surge forward, kissing the cheeky smile right off his face. His hands settle on your hips, holding you tightly, as if right now there’s any danger of you leaving. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, with no one else. 

But you’re also wondering something you’ve been wondering for a while now, and since he’s been so obliging so far, you decide to ask him one more question. “Can I ask you something?”

“Jagi, all you’ve been doing is asking me questions,” Jungkook grins. 

You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. “Yeah, okay, I just mean, can I ask about something that doesn’t have anything to do with your tattoos?” 

He nods. 

“If I hadn’t come to Paradise with my friends that night, would you ever have made a move?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that question, judging by the look on his face. His eyes fall out of focus as they stare unseeing at you, and you know he’s lost in thought. You give him the time to find his way to an answer, running your fingers through his hair soothingly while you wait.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I’d like to think that yes, I would’ve gotten up the nerve to talk to you. But it might’ve taken a while. Seeing you at Paradise kind of gave me an opening.”

“I think this still would’ve happened,” you tell him, suddenly filled with an unusual amount of confidence, bolstered by his hands on your waist, his eyes locked on yours, “all of this. I think we would’ve ended up just like this.” 

“How do you know that?”

“I would’ve worn you down at the mailboxes,” you grin. “At the rate we were going, it probably would’ve taken a decade, but we’d get there eventually.” 

He laughs, hands locking behind your back as he holds you close. “Or maybe I would’ve shown up at your door one night and danced for you. Maybe that’s what I did in another universe.” 

“I’m sure it worked,” you murmur, leaning closer to his lips. “I think in any universe, we end up like this. We’re just lucky that we got here so fast.” 

“The luckiest,” he agrees, closing the space between you. 

When you finally fall asleep again, you dream of falling through other universes, following the same dark eyes and wicked smirk through each.

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Sweet Whispers (Charles Leclerc x Reader)

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A/N: Hey guys! This was supposed to be shared on Sunday but life got into my way. But it's here! I've been looking for some inspiration and comfort honestly then this happened, hope you enjoy! Marvel story will be a little bit late for this week. As a reminder English is not my first language and grammar mistakes are my own.

WC: 2.5k+

Warnings: Mention of an accident (Not Charles or you), pet names, Google translated French, pure fluff, idiots are in love. Let me know if I missed any. Not proofread!

When you met Charles, you both still had diapers. Your families were so close. When you were 7, your family was involved in a terrible car crash. You somehow survived without even a scratch, waiting for your family on the doorstep of the hospital. They never survived so you just looked at the door crying. Herve and Pascale obviously couldn't leave you there, so they took you in as their own daughter. 

Charles wasn't an ordinary child. He had gifts from the god. The way he drove those cars didn't go unnoticed. You on the other hand had amazing drawing skills. Herve was aware of your talent, so he took you to Charles' races all the time. While you were drawing Charles from your perspective in the audience seat, you supported him. Charles loved your drawings and even cried a little when you gifted him the picture you drew while little Charles was lifting his first trophy on his first F1 debut. 

Everybody except you and Charles knew you had something different between you. A different chemistry. It wasn't something like between you and Arthur and Lorenzo. You had a sibling bond with them. But with Charles it was different. You both claimed it wasn't different than that but it was obvious. Your love was a different kind of love. Although they decided to wait until you realized yourselves. 

When he started changing countries to race, he offered you to stay in his house, so you didn't have to pay rent and could focus on your art. He secretly loved having you around. He loved your smell that permeated in his house. 

-

"Mon ange, I'm home," he called from the door. He heard your hurried footsteps coming from upstairs and smiled, closing the door.

"Welcome back, mon cher," you rushed into his arms to hug. It was definitely your safe place in this cruel world. 

"You cuddle so tight, missed me already?" he teased. You nodded without even answering. He smiled and kissed your hair before he let you go. 

"I've made pasta, just for you," you went to the kitchen and he followed you. "Are you hungry?" you asked. He nodded, his green eyes glowed when he saw you've made his favorite pasta. You took two plates, filled them and put them on the counter. "Bon appétit, ma chérie."

You two ate your meal, the conversation between you two never cooled off. He even offered to do the dishes after the dinner and didn't take no as an answer. 

"Alright, mon miel, I'm going to rest today, but we can plan something for tomorrow if you want," he said, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. 

Every time he kissed you, you felt butterflies on your stomach. It wasn't a lie that Charles was extremely hot but you always kept your feelings to yourself. You didn't want to ruin the friendship with him. You didn't know he felt the same with you but he never had courage to accept, although deep down his heart knew what it felt. His main focus was Formula 1. He didn't want to drug you into his busy world. You deserved more than that. You deserved someone who would make you his top priority, give you all of the time he has in this world. He couldn't give you that. So he stayed quiet. He watched your happiness with other guys. It always ended with your heart being broken. He was always there for you to fix your broken heart. It wasn't always physically but one phone call from him would always light up your world. 

"Would you like to go shopping tomorrow?" you asked. You knew he would never say no to that, but you tried your luck. For some reason he immediately accepted. You clapped your hands and he chuckled while excusing himself to the bed. 

-

You kept turning on the bed, your mind racing with thoughts, making you unable to fall asleep. "Maybe I can sleep if I change where I lay," you thought and took your blanket to sleep on the couch in the living room. You scrolled through Instagram, watched some videos until it drifted you off to sleep. 

You suddenly stirred awake. You tried to understand what happened and what was the time. You came to your senses when you heard sniffles coming from the balcony. You didn't expect to see Charles crying in the middle of the night. 

"Charles?", you whispered with a soft voice. "Everything okay?". You didn't touch him until he reached for your arms. He hugged you tight to find some comfort. His breath was unstable, still crying softly. It broke your heart to see him like that. You ran your hands through his hair, leaving small kisses and whispering sweet words. When he finally calmed down, he couldn't stop himself but left a small kiss on your neck, as a thank you. You bit your tongue to hold your moan. 

"I saw a nightmare," he said, looking at you with red puffy eyes. You wiped the tear from his cheek with your finger softly. He learned into your touch and closed his eyes, desperately needing everything he could get from you.

"Would you like to tell me what you saw?" you answered, he shook his head. You caressed his cheek, giving him a small smile as if to express that you are here for him. 

"You should try to fall back to sleep, mon cher, you must be so tired," you knew he wouldn't just fall back asleep after a nightmare, you didn't actually want him to just go but you also wanted for him the best. You covered your sadness with a soft smile. 

"Can you lay down with me? Please Y/N, I need it. I need your comfort," he begged you. You felt like your heart broke into millions of pieces. "Of course, Charlie, you don't have to ask me twice," he sighed in relief. You held his hand and headed towards his bedroom. The smell of his cologne filled your nose. He laid down to his bed and patted his side. You laid next to him and opened your arms for him. He gladly returned your gesture, using your chest as his pillow. 

"So soft," he murmured. "How did you hear me?" he asked. You played with his hair, "I was sleeping on the couch," you answered. He raised your head to look at your face to see if you were being serious. "Really? Why, is it because your bed is not comfortable? I can change-" you interrupted him. "No, not that. It's comfortable, it's just I couldn't fall asleep whatever I tried," you explained. 

He put his head back to your chest, feeling a little better again. "So we both had a bad night, huh?" He started drawing circles on your belly. "I thought it would be easier to sleep, now that I have you right now," he confessed. He kinda regretted his words but they just slipped out of his mouth. "What do you mean?", you asked. He sighed, he knew you would ask, "I wasn't able to sleep last few days," he answered. "Please don't ask me what I have been seeing in my nightmares," he added, hopefully you wouldn't scratch any more. 

Instead you hugged him tighter. He released some tension on your touch, "Close your eyes, mon miel," you whispered. "Stay until I fall asleep?" he asked. You kissed his hair as an answer. At this very moment, you knew Charles was the one for you. Your heart skipped a beat, thinking how you screwed up. These thoughts made you fall asleep. Even before Charles. He was about to say something to you but he stopped himself when he heard your light snores. He smiled to himself and let himself sleep in your arms.

Charles woke up to a stirring under him. He looked up and saw you murmuring something in your dream. He tried to catch your words but it was unrecognizable. "What a fucked up night," he thought to himself. He leaned up to kiss your cheek. He placed a few small kisses on your cheek, chin and neck, hoping it would wake you up and come back to him. "Mon amor, wake up, you're dreaming," he whispered, trying to wake you up. You woke up with a gasp but Charles caressed your cheek to calm you down. "It's okay, it's me, your Charles," he said, trying to soothe you. His hand was everywhere on your head. Playing with your hair first, then caressing your cheek, placing small kisses to anything to get you come to your senses.

You placed your hand to his cheek and looked at him in the eyes to let him know you were better now. "Are you okay?", he said softly. You nodded and looked around you. "What time is it?", he looked at you in disbelief and chuckled. "I took you out of a terrible nightmare and you wonder what time it is?" he tsked. "Oh wow, it's already 7:50," he answered and looked back at you. He was amazed by your beauty, puffy eyes, fluffy hair and a slight hint of red on your cheek, making him kiss and claim you. 

You suddenly get up, tried to rush out of his bed, "I'm sorry, Charles, I didn't mean to fall asleep on your bed, I was going to leave when you slept but-" he jumped on his feet making you shush, "Mon ange, don't be ridiculous, you are always welcome here with me. Plus I slept like a baby with you, can't say the same thing about you though," he teased you.

He cupped your cheek and made you look at him, "What's going on in this pretty head of yours, bébé?" You sighed, tried to look away from his gaze but every time you tried he forced you to look at him, "Just a silly dream, Charlie," you huffed.

He tilted his head, trying to get the words out of your mouth but no matter how hard he tried you didn't give up. "I'll go for a run then I'll pick you up for breakfast, alright?" you nodded and you went to your room for your morning routine. 

-

You couldn't help but think about the dream during breakfast. But after care was even worse. The way he touched you made you crave for more. "You are not listening, mon amor," Charles called out to get your attention back. "Is it about the nightmare?" you sighed, of course he wouldn't let it go. "It was a dream actually," you said. He frowned, "Huh, it felt like you were having a nightmare, so what was it about?" 

You took a deep breath. You wanted to tell him how he held your waist in your dream, how he trapped you between his body and the wall, how he kissed you. You felt your cheeks heathen up. "I don't want to talk about it," you brushed him off. 

He saw the way you blushed whenever he reminded you of the dream. He thought maybe you felt the same thing. You responded to his touch, didn't you? You always called him with pet names, you didn't do that to Arthur or Lorenzo. He knew you always had a different relationship with him, but could it be because you liked him, more than friends?

"We should go out tonight," he offered. You looked at him confused. "I know we agreed on shopping but we both had a bad night, it will be good for us. We'll relieve some stress. No race this weekend, I'm allowed to get drunk for one night," he continued. 

You weren't sure about it. It was obvious you needed that, first he had a bad race, second you missed going out with him. You accepted his offer but mentally noted not to get drunk so you wouldn't spill your darkest secret. 

-

The club was more crowded than you expect it to be. You felt Charles' hand on your waist, holding you close to him. He didn't want you to slip from his hands to someone else. You looked beautiful and he knew French men. They would try to flirt with you, take you home. He couldn't let it happen, not again, not anymore. 

After a few rounds of shots, you both sure were tipsy. He pulled you onto the dance floor, his hands were all over your body except the inappropriate parts. "You look beautiful," he whispered into your ear. You snorted, "And you are drunk." He looked so offended, first he wasn't drunk, second he really thought you looked beautiful as always. Then he thought it was the first time he said this to you in a flirty manner. "Maybe it's the alcohol that encourages me," he thought.

"I mean it, you look hot as fuck, every single guy in the club is right now jealous of me," he said. Yeah, maybe he was a little bit drunk to be tipsy. You blushed, lowered your head so he wouldn't see. He put his fingers on your chin and made you look at him. "Don't ever look away from me again when you blush. I want to see that pretty face of yours when I flirt with you," he said, a possessiveness in his voice. This was the side you've never seen on Charles. He was usually a cute and sweet best friend of yours. Sometimes he flirted with you, but you thought he did that to everyone. 

"You don't know what you are saying Charles," you said, sounding a little disappointed. You wanted to hear these for so long but he never did it while he was sober. "Look, I know I sound drunk, but I really am not. Last night made me realize things that I knew were there but never accepted. I didn't want to accept because I didn't want to get rejected. But damn, Y/N, you have no idea how much I've been wanting to kiss you and make you mine," he confessed. Suddenly he felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. "You don't have to answer or say it back. I just don't want to pretend like your best friend. Don't get me wrong, I love being your best friend, but I also love you in a different way," he continued. 

Then he knew. The look on your face gave everything away. Charles knew every single thing about you. Every emotion, every gesture and every look. This look on your face was the exact thing he wanted to see. The relief, the happiness you could see on a child when you give them something they want. But most importantly, he saw the same kind of love he wanted to see. 

"Can I kiss you, mon amor?" he asked. You nodded, a smile appeared on your face before he captured your lips and claimed you in front of everyone. When you separated both of you had the biggest smiles you ever had. "I always wanted you to do that," you said and laughed. "Well, maybe spending time after a bad nightmare wasn't so bad," he laughed.

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[peppymintdreams]

What If Andrew and Darling Met on Different Terms

I have no idea why this took my so long to write like I was struggling between writing this and doing my actual work late up at night writing this shit 😂

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They kept thinking about it over and over again it repeating in their mind, ____ decided to take a nap before doing their homework that Professor marston assigned, what they didn’t expect was a dream that would soon change their perspective on their very attractive professor, the events on the dream repeated in their thoughts just imagining Andrew pinning them to the wall whispering the dirtiest things and kissing them over and over again the smooth feeling of his lips on theirs the rich sweet taste it left just one kiss was enough to make one desire it.

What were they to do they were lost and they couldn't get him out of their mind and focus on their assignment drawing to pass the time didn't help as all they could draw was him from his nice soft hair his strong jawline those piercing eyes made them kick their legs with joy,

as they wrote all their admiration for their professor they realized something changed it felt like they had just forgotten what they were doing  and saw this entire letter on their ASSIGNMENT written down

realizing this was inappropriate they erased everything that was in the paper and instead drew out a sheet of paper and wrote everything that was previously on the other paper into this one after using two more sheets of paper and several hand cramps they were down letting out a sigh the folded it up and put it in there bag and would give it to him at the end of tomorrow after hours, 

Andrew would be free after that so there would be nothing stopping them from telling Andrew their feelings deciding it was late so they decided to finish what work they had left on their way to classes… as they sat watching the clock soon enough classes were over and they got the letter out of their bag and was ready to give their letter to him this was it…they were going to tell him and nothing was going to stop them

but as they knocked on the door it opened immediately with Andrew saying “my teaching hours are over and I have some important business to attend to, so Tutoring as been cancelled today what ever questions you had please email it to me” and with that before they even got a word he shut the door. At a loss for words ___ walked away “well…shit..that was…rude?” They didn’t know what to say holding the letter in the hand so tight they’d crush their bones if they held any tighter “what am I even doing” realizing how weird this looked..

a student in love with their teacher huh how cliche they felt broken but didn’t know why he was just doing his job and they couldn’t stop him, in a hurt emotion ___ crumpled up the paper and threw it away in a nearby trash bin stupid emotions I was stupid to believe it was real days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months what were they to do they felt loss they had their eyes on him and only him they could tell he was also looking at them, they’d sit and take in every word that came out of his month the smooth assertive tone from his voice made their knees weak,

his handsome face they could study Andrew and pass with flying colors. He was such a work of art to look at everything about him was pure perfecti- “____, did you hear me” Professor Marston spoke snapping them out of their daydream “huh wait what, sorry could you repeat that I kinda got lost on the last bit” they question, rubbing his temple Andrew repeated himself “pay attention ___ In George Orwell's 1984, what is the significance of the phrase "War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength"? Without even a second thought “In 1984, the phrase "War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength" shows how the Party uses contradictions to control people's thinking. It means that constant war keeps the country stable, freedom leads to chaos, and staying ignorant makes the Party stronger.”

They said all in one breath on the inside they hoped they were right and not embarrassing themself because they were fantasizing about their professor “correct, please remember to pay attention” he said and went on back to his lecture. Letting out a sigh they continued to gaze at him, Andrew kept talking and with each word ___ fell deeper and deeper in love with him let his eccentric features distract them.

 Soon enough the class was over “alright, that's all for today. Make sure to review the key concepts we discussed,

 especially the contradictions in Orwell's 1984. Remember, next class we'll dive deeper into how language can shape reality, so come prepared. Don’t forget to read the assigned chapters that are uploaded onto moodle, and if you have any questions, for emergencies feel free to reach out via email or come to my office during office hours." And with that the class left but __ stayed back they wanted to tell him “oh ___, you're still here?” He question as if it had been a surprise that they of all people stayed behind 

“uh yeah, I just want to apologize I’d zoned out for a few seconds and didn’t expect to be called on” they said a nervous laugh escaping them “it is quite alright loads of students daze out when in my class some even think it’s a good idea to come here for free naps, when they should be coming here for their education to learn” he said “but I’m assuming you come here for…other reasons” he said given them a gaze and a smirk feeling the weight of pressure,  

___ felt their heart race at his words, the playful smirk lingering on his lips. The weight of his gaze felt like a spotlight, illuminating the unspoken feelings between them. "Well, I mean, your lectures are quite engaging," they replied, trying to sound casual, but their voice wavered slightly.

Andrew chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned against his desk. “Engaging? Is that what we’re calling it these days?” He folded his arms, his expression softening. “But really, I appreciate your honesty. It’s nice to see a student who actually cares.”

The compliment sent a flutter through ___’s chest. They shifted on their feet, suddenly aware of how close they were standing to him. “I do care,” they said, their voice steadier now. “It’s just… sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, you know?”

He nodded, his eyes searching for theirs. “I understand. Sometimes my thoughts wander too, especially when I’m caught up in teaching.” The atmosphere thickened with an unspoken tension, each word laden with meaning.

“Is it bad that I enjoy your class more than I probably should?” ___ asked, taking a half-step closer. Their pulse quickened, uncertainty mingling with excitement.

Andrew’s smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. “It’s not bad at all, but…” He hesitated, glancing toward the door as if ensuring no one else was around. “You know there are boundaries we have to be careful about, right?”

___ felt a pang of disappointment, but they nodded. “I get it. But it’s hard not to feel something when you spend so much time together.” They took a deep breath, gathering courage. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“No, you’re not overstepping,” Andrew replied, his voice gentle. “It’s just complicated.”

Just then, the faint sound of students chatting outside snapped them back to reality. Andrew pushed himself off the desk and straightened up. “You should get going before someone sees you here alone with me. We don’t want rumors spreading, do we?” He tried to lighten the mood, but the gravity of the moment hung between them.

“Right,” ___ said reluctantly, stepping back. “Thanks for understanding. I’ll see you in class next week?”

Andrew nodded, a hint of warmth in his eyes. “Of course. And remember, if you ever need to talk about anything—school or otherwise…personal matters I’m here.”

With that, ___ turned to leave, their mind racing with what had just transpired. As they stepped into the hallway, they couldn’t shake the feeling that their relationship with Andrew was about to shift in ways they couldn’t yet understand.

 heeding Andrew’s warning ___ made a conscious effort to keep their feelings in check. But as they walked out of the classroom, a whirlwind of emotions flooded their mind, and it felt impossible to push him out of their thoughts. The way he smiled, the softness in his voice—it replayed in their mind like a favorite song stuck on repeat.

For the rest of the week, they tried to focus on their studies, but Andrew was a constant presence in their thoughts. During lectures, they found themselves daydreaming, stealing glances at him from the back of the room, memorizing the way he gestured as he explained complex theories. It was maddening how a simple conversation could leave such a lasting impact.

At night, as they lay in bed, ___ would scroll through their phone, searching for anything to distract them. Yet, every swipe of the screen brought back memories of their interactions. The way his eyes sparkled when he discussed literature, the warmth in his laughter—it was impossible to ignore the growing feelings that bubbled beneath the surface.

One evening, while flipping through old photos on their phone, ___ stumbled across a candid shot taken during a class project—a group of students huddled together, laughing, with Andrew standing off to the side, his expression full of pride. That moment encapsulated everything they admired about him—his passion for teaching, his ability to connect with students, and the subtle kindness that made them feel seen.

With a sigh, ___ tossed their phone onto the bed and buried their face in their hands. “Why can’t I just forget about him?” they whispered to themselves, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing. The more they tried to push their feelings aside, the stronger they grew. It was as if Andrew had woven himself into the very fabric of their thoughts, and they couldn’t unravel the connection they felt.

As graduation approached, the excitement of new beginnings mixed with the weight of their unresolved feelings. ___ knew that soon they would be moving on, yet the thought of leaving Andrew behind felt unbearable. It was a reality they had to face, but the hope of crossing paths again lingered in the back of their mind.

On the last day of class, ___ felt a bittersweet ache in their chest. They wanted to say something, to confess the feelings they had tried to suppress, but the memory of their earlier conversation held them back. Instead, they left a note on Andrew’s desk, thanking him for everything he had done for them.

As they walked away, they glanced back to see Andrew reading the note, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. In that moment, ___ felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the end of their story after all.

Several weeks had passed ___ couldn’t shake the whispers of insecurity that crept into their mind. It seemed like every student in the department had a crush on Professor Marston, and hearing their admiring comments only fueled their anxiety. “He’s so handsome,” one would say, while another chimed in with, “He’s such a great teacher! I’d do anything to get his attention.” The thought of Andrew being interested in someone else made ___’s stomach churn.

They worried that Andrew would eventually see them as just another student, someone unworthy of his attention or affection. With these thoughts spiraling in their head, ___ sought solace in Luca, the TA. They had noticed Luca’s easy-going demeanor and thought that he’d have an understanding perspective of their situation and thought he might understand the complexities of student-teacher relationships better than most.

After class one day, ___ approached him, their heart pounding. “Hey, Mr Luca, Pearce? Sir? I don’t know, um.. do you have a minute?”

“Of course! What’s up?” Luca replied, glancing up from his laptop with a friendly smile.

___ hesitated, glancing around to ensure no one else was listening. “I wanted to talk about Professor Marston… and, well, my feelings for him.”

Luca raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Ah, I see. That can be a tricky situation.”

Taking a deep breath, ___ continued, “I just feel insecure. I hear other students talking about how attractive he is, and I can’t help but think… What if he doesn’t see me that way? What if he finds someone else more interesting?”

Luca leaned back in his chair, considering their words. “I get it. It’s easy to feel like you’re not enough when you’re competing with all those perceptions. But you have to remember that relationships are about more than looks. Andrew is a good guy, and I think he values character over superficiality.”

“Yeah, but what if it gets complicated?” ___ asked, their voice tinged with worry. “I don’t want to cause any backlash for either of us. It feels so wrong, even if it’s innocent.”

Luca nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a valid concern. I think waiting might be the best approach. Let things develop naturally. You’re not that far apart in age, and if there’s a genuine connection, it could work out over time. Just give it some space.”

“Space?” ___ echoed, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. “It’s hard to think about that when all I want to do is be near him.”

“True, but rushing things could lead to misunderstandings and hurt feelings,” Luca replied. Luca looked around for a second thought then let it out “you wanna know what Andrew told me once,” he asked ___ didn’t say anything but give him a subtle blink “Andrew told me once you think of assignments as extensions of the writer you're one step closer to understanding them as a person” it seemed like something Andrew would say “it really struck me”. 

“Focus on building a friendship first. If it’s meant to be, time will help bring things to light.”

___ nodded slowly, taking in Luca’s advice. It made sense, even if it felt challenging. “Thanks, Luca. I really appreciate your insight. I guess I just needed someone to remind me to take a step back.”

“Anytime,” Luca said with a reassuring smile. “You’re not alone in this. And who knows? You might find that your connection with Andrew grows even stronger with a little patience.”

Feeling lighter, ___ left the conversation with renewed hope. They still had a long way to go, but at least now they had a plan to guide them through the uncertainty of their feelings.

Promising themselves that they would wait as long as it took, ___ decided to take Luca's advice to heart. They made a conscious effort to “sit down” and let time do its thing. In the following weeks, they poured themselves into their studies, immersing themselves in projects and assignments. The pressure of upcoming exams distracted them from the nagging thoughts of Andrew, and for a while, it felt like a relief.

As the days turned into weeks, ___ found solace in their work, each late night spent studying and each completed assignment bringing them a sense of accomplishment. Gradually, their feelings for Andrew began to fade, replaced by a focus on their academic goals. The nervous excitement that once filled their chest whenever he entered a room was replaced by a quiet admiration.

“Maybe this was for the best,” they thought, convincing themselves that their life didn’t have to revolve around their professor. They felt empowered by their independence, relishing the sense of control they had regained over their emotions. After all, graduation was just around the corner—next week, to be exact.

“Just like that?!” they whispered to themselves one night, staring at the calendar in disbelief. Time had flown by faster than they could have imagined. The realization that they would soon be leaving behind their college life—along with the complexities of their feelings for Andrew—was bittersweet.

As they packed their things and prepared for the final days of their university experience, ___ reflected on how much they had grown. They had learned to prioritize their own dreams and aspirations, finding joy in their accomplishments instead of lingering on what could have been.

On the day of their last class, ___ sat in their seats, scanning the familiar faces of their classmates, a mix of excitement and nostalgia swirling within them. Andrew stood at the front of the room, delivering a heartfelt farewell speech that made the weight of their feelings rush back momentarily. “You all have so much potential, and I can’t wait to see where life takes each of you,” he said, his voice resonating with genuine passion.

As the applause filled the room, ___ felt a familiar flutter in their chest, but this time it was accompanied by a sense of closure. They realized that while their feelings for Andrew had once been intense, they no longer defined them. They could appreciate him as a mentor without needing to pursue something more.

After class, as students began to filter out, ___ stayed behind, summoning the courage to approach Andrew one last time. “Thank you for everything, Professor Marston,” they said, their voice steady. “I’ve learned so much from you.”

Andrew turned to them, a warm smile gracing his face. “It’s been a pleasure having you in class. You have a bright future ahead, ___.”

“Thanks,” they replied, feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. “I’ll miss this place.”

“I will too,I’ll miss having you in here…you were truly…one of my favorites” Andrew said, brushing their bangs (if you don’t have them I’m so sorry) away from their eyes, the sincerity in his eyes making ___'s heart skip a beat. But they reminded themselves of their promise to wait and took a deep breath, grounding them

selves in the knowledge that this chapter was closing, and a new one awaited.

As they left the classroom for the last time, ___ felt a sense of peace. They had given their feelings time to breathe, and while they may have shifted, they had also found strength in themselves. Whatever came next, they were ready to embrace it

It had been four years since ___ graduated, and life had taken them in unexpected directions. As they lounged on their bed one evening, absentmindedly scrolling through old school photos, one image caught their eye: a snapshot taken with Andrew at graduation. In the photo, they were both beaming, Andrew’s smile wide and genuine, their own face flushed with a mix of pride and admiration. A sudden jolt of emotions surged through ___, flooding them with memories of their time in class together, the thrill of their connection, and the ache of what could have been.

“Could it work now?” they pondered, the question hanging in the air. It had been nearly five years since they promised themselves to sit back and let time do its thing, but what had really changed? Andrew was still a professor, and they were now navigating adulthood, still filled with uncertainty about relationships. The thought settled heavily in their mind. Of course not. Andrew probably doesn’t even remember me.

Over the last few years, ___’s romantic endeavors had been rocky at best. Each relationship had crumbled under the weight of unmet expectations and emotional turmoil, leaving them hesitant and guarded. Maybe it was time to take a risk. With a newfound determination, they downloaded a popular dating app that a friend had suggested, eager to explore new connections.

As they swiped through profiles, they encountered their fair share of catfishes and pictures of men holding fish—how clich��! After a while, their thumb paused, eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before them. There, staring back at them, was Professor Marston. He’s on here?! The realization sent a rush of excitement and apprehension coursing through them. They glanced around their bedroom, as if expecting someone to pop out and catch them in the act and judge them on their delusions.

Without overthinking, ___ swiped right on his profile, their heart pounding in anticipation. Moments later, a notification lit up the screen: You’ve matched with Andrew Marston. A surge of adrenaline shot through them, mingled with a wave of nervousness.

“What do I do now?” they muttered, staring at the screen as if it held all the answers. Their mind raced with possibilities: Should they send a flirty message, or play it cool? Would Andrew even want to reconnect after all this time?

Taking a deep breath, they decided to keep it simple. Hey, it’s been a while! How have you been? They hit send and immediately regretted it, anxiety creeping in as they wondered how Andrew would react.

Time seemed to stretch as they waited for a reply, their heart racing with anticipation. Would he remember them? Did he even want to engage in a conversation after all this time?

Just as doubt began to creep in, their phone buzzed with a notification. Hello Wow, this is a surprise! I’d never thought I’d see you on here, I’m doing well, how about you?

A wave of relief washed over ___, followed by a flutter of excitement. They were talking to Andrew again. Could this be the start of something new?

As they exchanged messages, ___ felt the familiar spark igniting within them—a reminder of the connection they once shared, tempered now by years of growth and maturity. They were ready to embrace whatever came next, even if it was uncertain. Perhaps this time, they could explore what had once been left unspoken and let time lead them forward

After several days filled with texting, laughter, and heartfelt reconnections, Andrew brought up the idea of meeting at the café a couple of blocks down from the university. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through ___, who quickly accepted, eager to see him in person again. As the days counted down to their “date,” ___ found themselves in a whirlwind of anticipation, wondering what they should wear. Should they go casual or dress up a bit? After much deliberation, they settled on a comfortable yet stylish outfit, a light sweater that highlighted their figure and dark jeans that felt just right for the occasion.

Finally, the day arrived. ___ walked down the street toward the café, their heart racing with every step. But as they approached the entrance, a pang of disappointment hit them—Andrew wasn’t there yet. Were they early? Late? A flurry of visions clouded their mind, filled with anxious thoughts. What if he changed his mind?

Five minutes felt like an eternity as they stood there, glancing around the bustling street. Just when doubt began to creep in, Andrew appeared, slightly out of breath and a touch disheveled, as if he had rushed over. “I’m so sorry I’m late!” he exclaimed, a sincere smile breaking across his face. “I got caught up with a meeting that ran over.”

“It’s okay! I just got here, too,” ___ replied, their nervousness dissipating as they saw his warm smile. “I thought I might have missed you.”

As they walked inside together, the rich aroma of coffee filled the air. Once they ordered their drinks, they settled into a cozy corner table, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The soft chatter of other patrons created a comforting background hum.

“So, how have you been?” Andrew asked, leaning forward, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Busy with work, but good overall,” ___ replied, feeling the tension ease as they settled into conversation. “I’ve been thinking about those long nights studying for finals. It feels like just yesterday.”

Andrew chuckled, shaking his head. “I remember you always being the last one to leave the library. You put in a lot of effort.”

“Guilty as charged!” ___ laughed. “But I have to admit, some of those late nights were less about studying and more about hoping to catch a glimpse of you.”

A blush crept up Andrew’s cheeks as he met their gaze. “I had no idea. I always thought you were just really dedicated to your studies.”

“I was dedicated, but I was also a little... infatuated,” ___ admitted, their heart racing.

Andrew’s expression softened, and he leaned in closer. “I’m glad you said that. I felt a connection between us, too, but I didn’t know how to approach it back then.”

Their drinks arrived, steaming mugs placed in front of them. As they chatted about old memories, exchanged phone numbers, and shared laughter over silly college anecdotes, the chemistry between them became undeniable.

Then, as the conversation turned more intimate, Andrew leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I’ve thought about that day at graduation a lot.”

___’s heart raced. “Really? I have too. I was so nervous when we took that photo together.”

Andrew smiled, his gaze unwavering. “I was too. I just didn’t know what to say. I wish I had told you how much I admired you back then.”

With that shared moment hanging in the air, Andrew’s eyes flickered to ___’s lips, an electric charge pulsing between them. Suddenly, he leaned in closer, closing the distance as his lips brushed against theirs. It was a soft, tentative kiss that quickly blossomed into something more passionate. It was everything ___ had been waiting for, for what felt like years—a culmination of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities.

Nothing could ruin this moment for them; it felt so incredibly magical. The world around them faded as they lost themselves in each other, the café bustling with life yet feeling like a private haven just for them. As they pulled away, breathless and smiling, ___ could hardly contain their joy.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you,” Andrew confessed, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Me too,” ___ replied, a giddy smile spreading across their face. “I thought I was being ridiculous, but now… it feels right.”

Andrew chuckled softly, “I think we both might be a little ridiculous. But in the best way.”

As they continued to talk, the conversation flowed seamlessly, filled with laughter and lingering glances. Each moment felt like a promise of something beautiful beginning. In that instant, all the doubts and insecurities melted away, replaced by the warmth of newfound affection.

“I can’t believe we waited this long,” Andrew said, his tone thoughtful. “But maybe it was worth it. We’ve both grown so much.”

___ nodded, feeling a sense of hope swell within them. “It really does feel like the right time now.”

They both knew this was just the start of a new chapter—one where they could explore their feelings without fear. They were no longer just a student and a professor; they were two souls connecting in a way that felt right. And as they sat across from each other, the future felt wide open, filled with possibilities

[chronicbeans]

Hi! Since I saw the illustrator wally series I've been exited to request this, it was also sad to see how nobody has yet come with this idea or at least I haven't seen anyone else bring this up so here I come!

It will be interesting how It would work a relationship between Human wally and reader who has maladaptive daydreaming along with autism, I thought of how would it be to meet someone who has to experience something familiar with you. ( since maladaptive daydreaming can be described as a variant of schizophrenia with some small differences ) anyways, I'm a desperate for representation-

ET TU, BRUTE? Omg I maladaptive daydream too (if I am reading it right and you mean to say that you do IT-). My therapist says that I am like, addicted to it lol. My family counselor also likened my case more towards depersonalization/dissociation/a variant of DID due to me only daydreaming myself as other people. This is actually the first time I have heard of it being described as a variant of schizophrenia, but it actually makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it! I need more representation too, so let's do this! I'll try to make it as broad as possible, because everyone daydreams about different things!

Illustrator Wally with an Autistic Reader who Maladaptive Daydreams:

TW: Mentions of Hallucinations, Maladaptive Daydreaming

🖍️ He is a bit confused when he sees you pacing around your living room. He is visiting, and decided to try to surprise you by sneaking up behind you and giving you a gift! Now, though, he is a bit enamored by how you are prancing around, muttering little things to yourself as you seem so carefree and happy in your little world. This is the first time he has seen you like this.

🖍️ You finally end up turning around, in his direction, and your face grows a bit pale from shock and embarrassment. "Uh... Hello... I'm so glad you came to visit!" You try to play it off, but he is too intrigued. Maybe you are like him, and hallucinate, too?

🖍️ You explain what you were doing. You daydream... WAY more often than other people! Intense worldbuilding, character arcs, and more all take place in your head the majority of the day. You like to prance or pace, finding it helpful to feel more comfortable. You also tend to stim in other ways if you cannot pace or prance. The odd facial expressions and mutterings were just you getting in character and reacting to what was happening in your daydreams.

🖍️ Wally is intrigued. It is so... similar, but different, from him. Both you and him are autistic, yes. He's known that for a while, since you told him around the second or third meeting between you two. THIS, though, is so amazing to him. He wants to know more about the stories in your head!

🖍️What do they consist of? Are they horror? Romance? Action? Comedy? He wishes to know. Are you in them? Do you play someone else? Is it from a third person perspective, watching over your creations? If it is something child friendly, maybe you can write a book and he can illustrate it!

🖍️ Even if it is something more... dark, disturbing, overall NOT a kid friendly topic... he would still want to draw it! Maybe he can start to expand his illustrations into more adult books. He is shockingly good at drawing horror, you know. Some of his vent art is a really disturbing treat to view.

🖍️ You might get onto the topic of how both of your conditions are similar and different. You have a lot of characters floating around in your head. Different worlds, stories, everything! Wally does have, in a way, characters, too! The little voices in his head count, right? Sometimes the same one will pop up every now and again. Both of your conditions seem, in a way, uncontrolled. Due to Wally preferring to not use medications, he simply lives with the voices and hallucinations, going to therapy to help him cope and learn to live with it. You just go with the flow, in a way. As far as you've heard, the best and only way to help deal with it is therapy. No real medication or anything.

🖍️ You both are finally happy to find someone similar to yourselves. The best part is that it is similar enough to be familiar, but different enough to have such interesting conversations!

[p-receh]

Since my previous posts talked about elementals. I want to write an essay about them from my perspective and possible theories and headcanon I gathered so far. It might not be accurate so fill me in if you want to add or correct some of it. I love open discussion ^^

I've seen some people thought that in the early season, all elementals had not have characteristics but changed after Halilintar's incident.

Boboiboy's emotions under circumstances not only triggered the true self of available elementals, but it also awakened the other elemental powers as well(hence how the rest 4 were born) like what anon said here.

This is gonna be looooong ted talk so I have to spilt this in two parts!

What I want to talk about is how interesting their character development throughout the series. Starting with the original trio!

(That 3rd picture lasted for a few minutes... I didn't even notice their communication at first. :'()

Their development was that drastic in the youth era. The unstoppable "the fun, the serious and the tough one"(edit: more like, "The Striker, Tacklerer, and The Goal Keeper in soccer terms. Don't ask why I thought about this a lot) which sparks Boboiboy as the hero of Pulau Rintis. But, it's starting to decrease during Galaxy onwards.

I know I know they need to blend with the others as well. (They got most of the screen time in every series after all). I already talked about it here.

(People say this year indirectly the reunion of this trio I guess? Windara and Gentaraju animated arc? ...

but... aaah well... my head's spinning right now >_<)

Halilintar/Thunderstorm.

What more to say about this person? haha, I've already talked about it from anon in the first link I put on before and this one.

But still, from the very first moment he arrived till today, I am almost certain my hypothesis then and now is coming true. Being just created as "the cool, serious" side of Boboiboy, This 'talk less, do slash more' guy unknowingly becomes the tsundere eldest due to his tragic incident.

He is such a supportive person behind that murder mask. Seeing rare moments that he actually cares for others whenever he can is an absolute miracle. God, the season 2 comic and Sori continuingly showed his soft side from youth era. wtf my 12-year-old me is screaming right now! aaarghh! :3

(But that face in ep 5 when he's strangled lmaooooo X'D)

Taufan/Cyclone

One of my favorite things that I know about him is he enjoys whenever he's out. He truly loves all the thrilling fights, if not get the vibe, he instantly goes into a bad mood. Every poster I saw about him, always with his smile and never faded. That's why I was shocked when I saw his decision in Windara's arc. Finally, the man he always wanted to be, bravely giving it all in one v one fight. I'm so proud of him! T^T

His easygoing attitude reminds me of a certain hedgehog I knew hehe...both resemble the wind itself right? :] (I need to draw them in June)

Leading the Troublemaker trio is always fun to watch. And the fact that he looks at Hali as his role model is really cute! Despite him and Hali being the first two elements who had civil fights before, a bit sad these two are independent on their own from Galaxy onwards :'(

Gempa/Quake

Gempa got me confirmation that he is the leader of the elementals from the very first fight till now. I can see why he has the closest resemblance to Boboiboy himself (hence the hat position :] ).

To be fair, Gempa is the only elemental that I see no difference with Boboiboy. And with being one of the strongest elementals(with embedded two giant stone hands), he sure is a low-profile person and easily blends with other elementals. Now I know why he gets the title "Mama Gempa". He is unknowingly taking too much care of every elementals like a family ^^)' .

Even tho he's the last power to be introduced(in this trio) and sometimes people see him as a lone wolf in the group, he's natural at giving orders. The others actually listen to him and get scolded if they messed up! Like how parents do! X'D

How about the Temper Duo?

(Why monsta didn't put this dialog to Sori? :''(( )

How fitting the theme song of movie 2 titled Fire and water as well? Hehe.

Being the first two powers to be fused(the coolest name, "Frostfire" :} ), these two are what most people like to call "The polar opposites". The ones that used two hoodies in the youth era(except now only Ice wears it), the ones that had back-to-back introductions (exactly after Fire arrived, water showed up in the next episode, Galaxy season 1 also showcased the exact same pattern), the only two powers survived in movie 2, and even their own original masters lived in the same planet.

I'd say if these elementals do be brothers, these two were most likely born twins. (I know I may be late to this headcanon but hey why not? :/)

Blaze

The gremlin boi who got more screentime in sori than his partner. I absolutely adore this boy in Galaxy onwards. His wild and reckless traits are always the main attraction whenever I watch his combat style. I still think since season 3 and movie 1 He should've gotten a brass knuckle type as a weapon than the fire disc. He's a close combat brawler, right?

Anyway, he might be the one who hasn't changed much since his youth until now. In fact, I'd say he is a pretty consistent character from the start. Only gets wilder and cheekier to his fellow elementals tehee~. But that's the beauty of having a friend like Blaze. If done right, Blaze could shock you with his kindness and care deeply for others. Just like how he did with Duri once he accidentally broke Duri's plant in one of Boboiboy's official posts. (Sori ep 3 and comic made my day lmao)

Ais/Ice

If I can relate to one elemental, I choose Ice. He likes to eat yet is frightened to get fat like he did in his youth era; a very sleepy person; also an introverted person but he is confident when surrounded by his closest circle. And most of my friends are usually the Blaze type. So I can understand how to handle that person ^^)'

Ehem. Ice's first tier, Air/Water, got me confused at first. Mainly how he summons his power. Somehow Ice fixed that issue. Making his right arm purely made of ice is genius. My headcanon is every weapon or power he uses comes from his right arm. His cannon comes from his right arm, the same as the bow & arrow one. Even so, many scenes contradict that(Boboiboy is an ambidextrous guy).

Can I say I'm glad from Galaxy onwards he's a bit more open than in his youth era or just me? This doesn't count during the transition mode. All I see now is that he showed more emotions than Hali. (Also whoever decided Ice's tears become snowflakes, I salute you sir)

Last but not least! The Photosynthesis duo!

(I talk about this scene before but holy shit this scene is always mesmerizing to watch)

Duri and Solar were also made me adore them if not because of season 2 & Sori. Okay, I have to confess first to avoid misconception:

I was disappointed when Duri and Solar showed up in movie 1.

My selfish youth still took some time to get used to with Fire and Water in season 3. And all I think was negative reactions when Duri and Solar showed up. That's... also the reason why I went on hiatus.

Luckily, hence the word "was" I put it there.

I'm very grateful that they reset his watch back to start, so then they can at least make a proper debut with both Duri and Solar in Galaxy series. I much prefer that method. (That last episode was truly huge, I'm shocked they went that grand)

Therefore, Sori could continue to make the audience know better about these two! Pretty creative I'd say! I can see why the last three episodes are fan favorites. Me personally love eps 5 & 6.

Duri/Thorn

The most unique symbol to draw to, Duri truly shines in galaxy 2 comic and Sori. His debut in galaxy 1--oh wait, in Eid Fitri's short video after movie 1 made me confused with Taufan at first. Even though he's got more screen time than Solar, Duri still surprised people with the recent series. Who knew his childish and clumsy features could do unverbal damage to enemies by his words? Count me in! He might not do that to his friends and families, but he will delightedly do so with Solar :D

And thanks to Sori, I can now differentiate between Taufan and Duri more clearly. His design in Sori especially the last three is my fav. I love what Monsta did the effects on his arms. Since he doesn't has a signature weapon, they create a 2D flash-winded green leaf around his arm like a coil. That is a very cute detail for Duri.

A bit surprised when every elemental went to serious mode in Windara's arc, only Duri still managed to find fun in the battle. Heck even Taufan dropped his smile during that.

Solar

Being the trump card of the group, I can see why he is the last elemental to be introduced, both in movie 1 and galaxy series. The hardest one to obtain his 2nd tier that requires proper research and pure luck, Solar's traits are also what makes him interesting. To be honest I didn't expect his characteristic to be like this, at all. And somehow very matched with his design and attack as well. Every aspect is strangely in synch I'm astonished. (Adding a visor to his 2nd tier is uhh *chef's kiss B=) )

Also, I love that his attacks use his finger that's also kinda easter egg of the famous "Ray Gun!" shot attack from Yu Yu Hakusho(look it up, there's a live-action ver if you want to know the short ver of the series. The anime itself is legendary to all weebs out there).

Regardless of his limited screentime in every series. I'm very much grateful Monsta treats him equally. His timing in Sori is exceptional and his popularization bursting successfully. My only hope he didn't get cut in Windara and let all elementals showed up. When was the last time Boboiboy did that without splitting to 7?....

... Well if you count heptasplit part, the last time he did that was in Movie 1. That's 9 years ago.

Now we're done here? Nice! Onto the theory part in reblog!

[getvalentined]

What’s your opinions of the various ffvii compilation games?

Oh I am a huge proponent of the Compilation as a whole; I know that opinion is rare for someone who's been in the fandom from the beginning, but I'm an insufferable lore gremlin and I just eat up everything the series has to offer. I have three different copies of Advent Children (the original on DVD, ACC on DVD, and ACC on blu-ray) and even still watch Last Order on occasion.

The series itself is really fascinating and staggeringly consistent (I've talked about how the implied timeline of the Jenova Project as presented in-game is so consistent that it matches up with real-world human gestational science), with the exception of the FF7Re series—which I can deal with, since it's canonically on a different timeline and therefore any retcons there are literal in-universe retcons, which is pretty brilliant.

That said, I'mma put ratings for the pieces of the Compilation individually under a cut!

OG FF7: 9/10. would be 10/10 if the English localization were better. Where it all started, still one of my favorite games of all time.

Advent Children (+Complete): 8/10. Not a game, but part of the Compilation! Anyone who says the plot makes no sense doesn't realize that they're watching a sequel that relies very heavily on people understanding the history and characterization of every single character shown.

Last Order: 6.5/10. Also not a game, also part of the Compilation. Love that this is implied to literally be Tseng's coverup of what happened with Zack, presented in anime form. Makes no sense in multiple places as a result, but if you know that's what it is then you can 100% see why it's portrayed that way! Honestly I really enjoyed it and wish more people would appreciate it for what it is.

Dirge of Cerberus: 7/10. The gameplay kinda sucks but honestly the storyline is super good—or it would be, if the entire fucking prologue hadn't been cut from any release outside Japan, thereby leaving the entire issue with DeepGround completely unexplained to all other audiences. Once you know what is going on, the storyline here is fantastic, and I've never really forgiven SE for not releasing the rest of it. I love that Dirge fills in the lore for Vincent that was cut when he was relegated to "optional" in the OG, and that it also helps to clarify why Midgar could have 9 functional mako reactors while every other reactor in the world is either sputtering to nothing or exploding. (It's Omega. Midgar is built over Omega. It's the place where all lines of the Lifestream converge so that Omega can draw it all in and carry it away at the end of the world, and Shinra never discovered that's why the mako well there is so expansive. I love good worldbuilding, and Dirge is a beautiful example of that.)

Before Crisis: N/A. I want this game so bad man where is it give it to meeeee. Honestly tho I've watched playthroughs and read scripts where available, and while I don't think it looks like much fun from a modern gameplay perspective, I have huge respect for it as far as development goes. This is one of the first really mainstream mobile games ever made, it was made for flip phones, and it's super extensive! Also it gave me Veld, who is one half of my favorite ship ever, which means it automatically gets a 7/10 even if I've never played it.

Crisis Core (+Reunion): 9/10. As fun to play as the OG. When I first played this on PSP over a decade ago, it hit me with such an intense feeling of nostalgia that it almost took me off my feet. In spite of the dramatic difference between game mechanics in CC versus the OG, it felt exactly like playing the OG again, and that feeling never really left. Humanized Sephiroth in a beautiful way that pissed off a bunch of fanboys and made me fall in love with him all over again. Also introduced my second favorite FF7 character ever, Genesis, who is one half of one of my core FF7 ships, so A+ on that too!

FF7 Remake (+InterMISSION): 8/10. Had a lot of fun with this one, and it's beautiful, but it doesn't have a lot of replayability in my experience, which is a shame. Would have been 6 or 7/10 if not for InterMISSION, which was a fucking delight.

FF7 First SOLDIER: 6/10. This applies to both the Battle Royale and the title in Ever Crisis. I am not a fan of Glenn & Co. but I love 14 year old Sephiroth and really appreciate that extension of lore and worldbuilding, so it's a decent balance. I love that the opening cutscene for the battle royale literally filled a 20+ year old plot hole in under two minutes.

FF7 Rebirth: 9.5/10. The only things that could make me like this game more would be if Vincent were playable (although I understand why he's not and, in spite of him being my favorite fictional character ever, I agree with this decision), and fewer required minigames. Just cut like one or two. Or fix the controls, maybe. Glide de Chocobo is even more broken now that it's been patched.

[kaledya]

I'm will mess the order of our conversations but I need to explain how the things happened !

So I was on Youtube, and i saw your post about you wanting to do some dark fantasy/steampunk story on your own world (and it is also my favorite type of book but with more fantasy politics I'm writing in my langage) and I was so hyped for the idea like putting some pom-pom girl outfit or whatever to encourage you to do it!!

Like let's go ! You have the potential and I will watch it all ! (Well not that my support can really help cause I have no influence on internet whatsoever but ahah) I will love it ! Like slayyyy🌸🌸🌸

And then I thought perhaps you had some concept art already on tumblr so I go here and then... IMMEDIATELY was attacked by your gift  and I was not ready. Kaledya *take my hamster* Like the doodles are so sooo cute !

First, Narrator is smooth. Ah ! My crazy baby. Just by the shape of his smile you know its over ahah

Second, Lolicia's second outfit (thanks bg3 again) and just, I just love how calm she looks.🌸 You did her so well, I need to try to do a profile like that for her!

Third, my favorite, the Human Lolicia. So pretty! First the doodles with the big eyes ! I love when you do that with the characters its very adorable. And her human face and the look is so Lolicia i think like soft and... unhinged a bit scary. Love it.

Fourth, Vittorio aaaah. So mischievous. *take my Astarion hamster back.*

Thank you ! I was not prepared! I know I was suppose to be. But I was not ahah. I will gift you back !🌸

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I'm glad you liked the gift ! I will draw more and hopefully get better and better !

And fore the shape-shifting idea of Constantine for justifying differents type of horns is 🌸clever🌸. All questions of people answered just by that!

Also yes thank you, I just play doll with Lolicia's outfit and I justify it by saying its Velvette who makes it ahah

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Anw I like your OCs too! And yes Narrator steal hearts of everyone I saw, good for him ahah ! Oh yes ! I think even if Constantine had a very strict and extreme education, even princes had time to go out with "friends" even if Constantine never really had friends before Serinity he still had guys of his age to spent time with sometimes and they just had a moment to be free a bit. So teen Constantine and Verdelet/Narrator we will see them in the short story !

I saw Turkish people weaponry in museum too! I don't like guns of our times but old riffles like that ? Yes. And don't mention Berserk like its not a trauma manga 😭 ahah

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I love all of your designs I just don't say it all the time but I do!

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I just love when you give all the comments about the chapters, rating about the songs and the ambiance (thank you again i just can't-) and then you just like :

You : So beautiful, I love it but now THE REAL DEAL, I don't fucking care, I want to know ABOUT LOLICIA...

And that just kill me with laugh. Every. Time.

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Also for your exams (that is a damn important part) glad you made it to your first exam ! And for your boss exam just take an armor, focus on shading and proportion and just go for it. Slay! Everything will be okay *pom pom girl movement* Just slap that ART exam in the face.

The villain career just killed me twice ! Honestly, I can write your villain songs no problem. Let me just kidnapped a musician real quick just in case...

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Thank you ! And you will do a fantastic animator once you are in that university of animation you want to be in. I'm not even worry, you have made a lot of progress since your first and last animatics on youtube for exemple, from the positioning of the characters, the dramatic effect linked to the music lyrics, the differents perspectives and the little details in the poses and camera work. So continue to be what you are !🌸🌸🌸

Now I will write !

OMG!!! Do you like the steampunk/fantasy theme too!!?? I'm so glad to hear that!! I seriously love this theme, both visually and in terms of the factors it adds to the story.

Right now, in my mind, the place where the first part of the story will take place will be a city that relies on technology and does not have much magic. Maybe it could be a region with class distinctions, a bit like the cyberpunk universe.

Or a universe where there is a lot of life difference between the nobles (wealthy people) and the Lower class people. in Red Rising and Mistborn While one side lives a rosy life amidst wealth, the other side is drowned in misery.

And did I understand correctly? Are you writing your own story about this concept in your own language??

SHOW MEEEEEE (in niffty's voice)

And THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AND YOUR WORDS MEAN A LOT TO ME, THANKS A LOT!!❤️❤️❤️ And it doesn't matter whether you have an influence on the internet or not, you are someone whose work I love very much, it is an honor to be supported by you!)

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YAAAAAAAAAY *gently takes the hamster* I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! I wish I could draw them more now. I love all of them very much, and I love Verdelet more and more with each passing chapter! Lolicia is great as always and not to mention Abaddon. I want to draw him so bad and I'm so excited for Charlie's meeting with him!

*kindly gives the hamster back*

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And definitely! Constantine was someone who thought that there could be alliances in hell, but even those he thought friendship was impossible, this changed with Serenity, but it was a very sloooooow process. Even then, at first, instead of calling Serenity a friend, Constantine says this "she is tolerable or I find her amusement."So it really was a long process of acceptance for him.

And yes! Although Constantine had no friends when he was young, he spent a lot of time with people at his age: his cousins, or other high nobles like Verdelet!

And I read that short story and loved it!!Constsntine's training sequence, the dialogues between him and Verdelet, everything!! I really loved the dialogues and dynamics of Verdelet and Constantine. It was great to read the little adventure between them!!

And I love brothel story arcs for some reason too.Strangely, very rich story arcs can occur in brothels. I always think of the Yoshiwara arc in Gintama, it was a really great arc.

Also, the scenes where Verdelet takes Constantine to the brothel and they live there were beautiful!

Con: These pants are not coming on tonight. *" You dont have my attention "by looking at the brothel*

Verdelet:HAH! I never said anything like that *rips out someone's heart and shows it to Con* We're just going to do a live anatomy lesson" *"well.. you got my attention now"*

The short story was a seriously fun read!

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Definitely! In general, everything that is old seems more artistic to me, even the rain pipes on buildings.

Yes, it was a trauma (experiences traumatic flashback), but on the other hand, it was a masterpiece manga. It was a perfect manga, both in terms of story and drawings.(funny part is, I'm wearing a Berserk t-shirt while writing this part)

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And (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠→of course I will do this, you always bless me in your writing

And LMAO I love Lolicia and your OCs in general. Sometimes I even say, "Damn the general plot, I want to see these characters."Looking forward to Lolicia and Con meeting *getting ready to draw ship fanart*

And all joking aside, I love the designs you chose for your OCs in general and I also love their personalities. They are so fun to read. On the other hand, if you write a story that is told only POW of your OCs Please send it to me, I'll be happy to read it! 🛐🛐

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And thank you very much for the support!!!! I hope I can win by working hard But just in case *prepares rope for kidnapping*

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR KIND WORDS!!!!❤️❤️❤️

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Now it's time to talk about short stories. The short story between Azrael and Abaddon was simply a masterpiece.I loved the dialogues between them, their protection details were very nice.I really liked Abaddon's personality, you really created a beautiful character.

Michael's idea of giving Charlie and Constantine a blessing to prevent them from going to the dark side was really interesting.At least it clearly worked on Charlie. 2x cinnamon rolls

And Azrael taking care of Lucifer's ducks was so sweet!!

I'm seriously excited to see abaddon in the future.

And I LOVED ABADDON'S DESIGN AND AZRAEL LOOKS AMAZING !!!

In short, thank you again for blessing my eyes!!

Have a good day❤️❤️

[shadowslocked]

Something that gets me about Q!Bad that keeps scratching at my brain is how he has been very active in wanting to kill ElQuackity

Like, it’s a very sharp contrast to their previous dynamic.Where Bad had talked before about not wanting to get on Quackity’s bad side because he didn’t want to make an enemy of him and have Quackity gunning for him vs. Bad looking at ElQuackity and deciding it’s worth the risk to make him an enemy so long as it prevents him from being in power

And like, Q!Bad himself is so very cautious about his actions and the consequences those can bring. He could explain his reasoning for hours, going over every point of why he did something or why he thinks something is the best/worst option. He’s not an impulsive type of character, he likes to have a plan and he likes to know any and all possible outcomes to that plan. He’s investigating the island with the Ordo and actively participates in their plans, acting from my perspective as more of a support role, but also he makes it clear that he doesn’t want to present himself as a solid enemy to the Feds because he recognizes their power and doesn’t want that kind of target on him.

As an example, when Q!Forever and Q!Bad are together it highlights very sharply for me how differently they approach the federation. Q!Forever, who is very vocal about his dislike and hatred, doesn’t play nice and does not like when people even mildly help them or are associated with them. Q!Bad meanwhile tries to play nice and present himself in a friendly manner so as not to raise too much attention, but also as an attempt to try to glean more pieces of information. Bad will usually worry about drawing the ire of the Federation while Forever is ready to square up in spite of what consequences come.

But ElQuackity?

ElQuackity is too much of a violent enigma. He claims to be the “real” Quackity despite having gaps in his memories, he tried to blow up the players and the eggs (as far as I know the other players heavily suspect but have no solid proof), his heavy pro-Fed stance, the way he’ll casually threaten the eggs, him going after Maximus and threatening him, stealing Bads gift for Maximus, his shifting campaign to anti-Fed. From Bads perspective there’s not a singular friendly or positive part about ElQ, nothing to make him sympathetic or to give him pause and consider what he’s saying.

Q!Bad recognizes ElQ as a legitimate threat.

He can’t play nice and bide his time with him like the Federation, he can’t expect some strange sense of fairness from him, he can’t trust that ElQ won’t bring harm to the players and eggs if he manages to become president. He can’t even trust him in a general sense. There’s no aspect of of ElQuackity that makes Bad hesitate about this decision, and in part thats because Bad feels more in control when up against another player than the Feds. Heck he already knew how this would go down after the Election Dinner and was willing to take those consequences even back then because he didn’t feel he could stand idly by and hope for the best.

There’s just something so fascinating about watching Q!Bad go from wanting to play safely and keep a target off his back to seeing him actively plot murder against an opponent he considers too dangerous to let live and willing to face the fall out of that decision without remorse.

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Ep. 13 "Into the Breach" Review

This was another fantastic episode that packs so much into its 25 minute runtime. Seriously, the finale better be like an hour. I feel like there's so much we have to address, yet so little time. My faith in you doesn't waver Jennifer; you've guided us through thick and thin. I will say that Rampart is surprisingly a really fun character to revisit and I enjoy watching him interact with the Batch. This man doesn't learn, but he's funny now so I give him kudos for entertainment purposes. I loved the dark atmosphere as the finale draws nearer and near. This is the end of the Bad Batch. We know it and they know it.

As usual, spoilers below:

MAMA ECHO RETURNS!!! After so long, he graces us with his appearance and he serves. I loved everything from his action sequences to his sass. Watching him sneak around the Imperial ship, rolling off of crates and working his magic was awesome to watch. That's why he's the Arc Trooper. And boy was he funny too. If it were possible, Rampart would've definitely be set on fire. Between being told he was being demoted to being denied the title of "sir," Rampart was demolished by Echo. It's just so good to see Echo again. I love him so much for his kind heart, quips, and awesome action sequences. The writers delivered!

Rampart, Rampart, Rampart... what will we do with you? He certainly hasn't changed and probably never will. But honestly, I kinda hope he doesn't. Sometimes, people are just aholes who do the right things for the wrong reasons. Rampart provides an interesting moral perspective. And he's still hot. Seeing him cleaned up in the uniform didn't help either. I'm a simple woman guys. He's also hilarious and I love it. Rampart's ego is so big that he unintentionally comes across as whiny and comical. Going forward, I seriously wonder what they'll do with him because he's going to Tantiss. Will he get dropped off? Sell the Batch out? Die in the battle that is to come? Next week will tell. I'm glad he was brought back though. He did his job as a villain well. Now, we get to see him in different situations and it's fun.

Omega, my sweet bean, hang in there. This episode does so well in establishing just how much she's grown over the past few seasons. Omega's always been resourceful and clever. Seeing her scheme to escape the Vault was exciting. You can also see the influence her brothers, particularly Hunter, have had on her. Omega's become more confident and mature. She's a leader in every sense of the word. The other kids look to her for guidance as she plans an escape. I also want to give the other kids a huge hug; I can't imagine what it must be like for them. It's one of the darkest things we've ever seen in Star Wars. Also, Emerie and Scalder rivalry definitely is gonna end with Emerie's true motivations being discovered. Scalder's not gonna let her allow Omega to slip away.

And seeing the boys strip their armor of all their color... that was legitimately heartbreaking to watch. I see it as a symbol of finality. There is no going back once they get to Tantiss. Hunter's "negative" just cements that. The last 5 minutes of the episode were so tense as the boys hitched a ride. As a my discord friend put it, "all roads lead to Tantiss."

There were a lot of smaller moments I enjoyed too. Wrecker was pretty funny this episode. Crosshair and Hunter voicing their trust in Echo was sweet. It furthers just how much the Batch truly trust and know each other. It's that implicit trust that makes me love their dynamic so much.

Anyways, that's all for now. We're truly in the endgame guys. After so long, we've finally made it to Tantiss. All that's left is to get Omega, the children, and escape which is so much easier said than done. I'm so scared yet excited for what's to come. See y'all next week!

[xerith-42]

My Street Ramblings

Ok ok ok so @gonedreaminggg put it into words very well when they described My Street characters as more of characters than people. Which is so true!! Like I can list off some personality traits of some characters, but can you honestly tell me what Katelyn really thinks about Zane? Even though they're both main characters?

(Editors note, this post ran the fuck away from me so it's long as fuck sjdfjsdhg)

The problem MS has is that a lot of these characters get boiled down to the silliest, memeist versions of themselves, until Jess did a spin maneuver and made the series a story driven show with a darker tone and promptly crashed her faster car into a brick wall. But even before that happened, a lot of MS characters were lacking because of the forced perspective.

Until the plot shows up in season 4 and mandates characters splitting up constantly, a lot of the series is (sometimes literally) only seen from Aphmau's perspective. If interesting character drama is happening and she isn't around for it, it won't be seen. This was somewhat rectified in Season 5, but it was really too little too late. Because Aphmau has to be around for important stuff to happen, we don't really know the characters on a smaller scale, because the series is allergic to taking things slow.

Imagine an episode that's just watching Nana go through her day. She wakes up, starts making coffee, pulls a blanket over Katelyn who fell asleep on the couch watching K-drama's last night, and then goes outside with her morning coffee, a small breakfast, and sits on her porch and scrolls through Tumblr while people watching.

We follow her taking the bus to get to her barista job, and watch as she goes through an opening shift. Scenes fade showing the different parts of her job, maybe she has to deal with an angry customer and we see how she responds. Maybe while she's working one of her other friends from My Street shows up and gets an order and they have a chat as she's working. We watch the care she puts into it, and how she leaves little positive notes with drawings of cats, hearts, and flowers next to their name on their order.

My Street characters suffer from feeling like they aren't doing anything if the Main Character isn't around. How does Travis like to spend his weekends? We can make headcanons about it, but the show, the actual text, can't answer such a simple question about one of it's main characters.

My Street also suffers from having too many characters, but if the series was willing to slow down, all of them could be given proper time, especially because a lot of characters probably spend time together when Aphmau and Aaron aren't around.

I'm talking about an episode where it opens on Garroth honking his horn, and then Zane comes trudging out of his house, gets in the passenger seat, and lets out a huff. Garroth just gives him the aux cord, and Zane puts on his high school emo playlist he unironically enjoys. Garroth nods along to or even lip-sings some of the song (probably Welcome To The Black parade by MCR, I just know all the Ro'maeve brothers love that song.)

Speaking of which, they then pick up Vylad, and all three of them just go for a drive. Eventually they drive into the country side, pull off, and then turn the car off. Garroth pops open the trunk and the three of them all just chill out on a pile of blankets and pillows that were already there. They sit in silence for a while. Vylad and Zane pass a vape pen around, and every now and then Garroth takes a hit off of it.

Finally they all just talk. About life, about their feelings, about their parents, whatever they can think to talk about. Maybe Garroth brings up some of his gripes about his roommate, or Vylad confesses that they're struggling to figure out how to come out to their parents. This is clearly a routine these three established, and something all three of them greatly appreciate. Garroth and Zane never quite felt like brothers to me, but this? I could see myself doing this with my brother.

And for my final random idea I had while in the shower, I want to talk about Melissa my beloved. A character who only exists to help prop up an already existing character. Melissa has almost no identity outside of being Aaron's Sister. Let me ask you this, what's her job? Without checking the wiki?

My idea is that she works for her parents company, a boring, dreadful, and soul draining office job. It's the same routine day in, day out, nothing changes. Wake up, drive to work, sit at her office for 8 hours, go home, sleep, repeat. Until on Friday, when she's truly had enough, when she's just so tired as she slams the car door as she's getting in her car to leave and hangs her head. She's so exhausted, so drained, so miserable. Her moment of anguish is interrupted by her phone playing a stupid love song, and you can just see her face relax the minute she hears it.

She answers the phone, puts it on speaker, and sets it up on a stand in her car. Her relaxed expression turns into a love struck grin, her ears relax, and her tail starts wagging the minute she hears her girlfriend Lucinda's voice. After the drudgery of every single day being the same, just hearing her voice is like medicine to Melissa.

And then the two talk the entire time Melissa is driving to Lucinda's, and they're so so so gay when they see each other in person. They both get dolled up and flirt like dorks the entire time, and then we get a montage of them going out clubbing, singing karaoke, and getting white girl wasted despite neither of them being white.

My Street characters don't feel like people because they're not. They're mostly one dimensional characters who exist to fill out a roster or scene, and we get depressingly little insight into who they are as people.

I hope this post gave them and the MS fandom something to chew on.

[funkyspacealien]

Rabbit of the Night He'll suck the orange out of your carrots (Sketches n' processes under the break! It's a REAAAAAL long one)

I've been meaning to draw a piece that actually includes a background instead of a character standing in the void. The issue that arises is that... I just didn't have any good ideas for backgrounds, lol. Partially the issue is that I tend to design the character first, which makes it challenging to draw stuff around them. Since around the time that I made this piece was October and the big holiday was Halloween, I figured I could do something within the theme. I've been meaning to draw my character, Nosferatu, again since they have always been one of my lowkey favorites of mine.

An older piece of the character, which you can see with the others here The character was quite macabre, which made it perfect for doing something slightly spooky. The cape also gave me a great idea for making something more visually striking, as well.

My first attempt. As you can see, I tried to do a thumbnail this time so I can have a better understanding of the amount of space I have to work with. I highly recommend that you do something similar if you struggle with doing backgrounds. Though, I think I ought to make it a bit more square, lol. I had to tweak some things to fit within the standard square shape since I drew everything at a wonky angle. I was inspired by Soul Eater and Majora's Mask when it comes to the background design, especially with the moon having a prominent appearance. I knew that was a consistent thing I wanted to keep throughout the iterations. The flowing cape was heavily inspired by Spawn and the artwork of Lelouch from Code Geass

I always found it to be such a striking iconography for the characters. Despite being an inanimate piece of clothing, it adds a lot to the design. Spawn was always an intimidating dude, but having that cape overwhelms the viewer and takes up so much screen space every time he wears it helps give him more of an otherworldliness. You may not truly understand who or what is he, but you may get the vibe that he's someone with great power and importance. It's befitting of someone who is viewed as the best spawn of the devil. I find it also interesting for a character like Lelouch. Now, I never watched the show he came from, only understood the basic premise from various sources throughout my life. Pardon if my read on the character is incorrect, but to me, he's quite the scrawny guy and perhaps lacks power of his own. Despite this, he runs a rebellion and goes under the alias of "Zero". He dresses up as Zero, including the cape. With it on, his form became much more imposing yet concealed. It gives him a sense of royalty, which you might attribute to the likes of Kings or Queens. Someone with power. Sorry for that brief character analysis tangent, lol. It's just something that I thought about when creating the character of Nosferatu. I find it interesting that something so simple as a cape can help give a feeling of power. It's something that I feel everyone subconsciously think of and not realize. Back on topic, the rest of the composition I wasn't super satisfied with. I sorta lean into the "Dracula" look the character had by having the castle in the background, but I think it came off as very flat. I also thought it made things visually unclear. A bunch of things off in their own corner instead of organic guiding the viewer's eyes. I scrapped the first idea and tried to go in another direction.

I had the idea of being underneath an overpass and having buildings being lit by the moon. I don't think it was too bad of an idea, but I had trouble refining it and making it more "full", if that makes sense? This had a weird sense of emptiness and dragged the composition down for me. Perhaps if I drew the character differently and played more with the perspective, it would've been better. I went back to my original idea and checked if I could improve some things on a base level.

Originally, I had the cape go off-screen but checking my original inspiration, like various art pieces of Spawn, I noticed that the cape "ends" tend to curve back into the frame. I decided to do something similar which I think helped give the piece a sense of "flow" to it. I found that it also gives a composition more layers of depth and fills in any "empty" spaces that I had worried about before. I tilted Nosf's head a bit so they weren't just standing there stiffly as well. Sometimes it's the little things that help improve the piece than having to redo it all over again.

Finally, I just decided to make the background more on the simple side. I think I had the issue of really wanting to prove myself that I could do backgrounds that I made it way more complicated than it needed to be. It gave me the chance to make the moon much bigger, which I always meant to be a striking aspect of the piece. When drawing, I decided to forgo the "ground" that the cliffs are on since I felt it cluttered up the piece with too many colors. Now, I just got to finish it!

I should be done, right? Well, not exactly. While I think it looks nice (I'm personally proud of my use of noise filters), it just still lacks the depth that I'm looking for. Something about it is too bright and clear. I went back and experimented some more until I found a solution that made me feel stupid not realizing it before, lol. So initially, I tried to use this photo editing program called "Picsart". I used to use it a lot when I was doing digital art since I like the added filters. I eventually stopped because it would ruin the image quality. I thought they fixed that issue, but it's still the same.

It's a bit subtle in this picture, but I like to use the "vintage" filter since I like the added shadows on the sides of the images. The problem is that the quality got ruined and I'm very stubborn about keeping it in the nicest resolution possible. I decided to see if I could replicate it in my own art program. What I discovered is that I can and the solution was very simple, lol. First I drew a square with a solid color on a new layer-

Then I used the "Gaussian Blur" Filter-

I turned down the opacity, set the blending to "burn" and overlaid it on the artwork, which gave the depth I was looking for!

I gave the head some slight shading too since the filter unintentionally gave it to their ears. Good call since I think that helped with the Halloween atmosphere I was intending.

[froznwater]

I love your writing!!! Got any tips on how to make describe like inner dialogue or description?

First: thank you so much :DD Im happy to hear that you love my writing. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK!!! &lt;33 For tips on making descriptions for inner monologue keep reading!!(use this at your own discretion):

I think fanfiction writing and actual book writing can be quite different. Many of the things I do and use are not exactly the way one would want to execute an actual fully fleshed story.

I do a lot of telling.

But, its fanfiction. And I know(from experience) being given inner ramblings that talk about how the character is feeling is appealing. (About every little romantical thought.) And very useful when you are working with a shorter word count.

A: Know your character. Watch the show/read the material/whatever you need to do. Your main goal is to see things from their perspective. Pick up on the main things about them. Are they optimistic or pessimistic? Are they confident? Are they short and to the point, or do they nervously go on and on? Maybe they talk prolifically, but still in run-ons. Consider everything. Personality, background, goals. This will help keep you in character.

B: I think really going in hard on the realistic part of thinking is charming. It's not all perfectly pieced together. It can be chaotic. You can recall memories or dialogue for the character to reference. Because in your own mind, that's what you would do. Sentence structure can be used to keep attention, and draw attention. I recommend looking into it.

A lot of my inner thoughts for the characters are me thinking throughout the day. I write down lines. Thoughts from here and there. And then later I string them together and add details around them. I think, "Wow, Noah would think x of y." I write down this thought, then think of how to phrase it in the story, then add things to make it more realistic/give it depth.

I write down whatever scenes I think of. Almost every chapter I analyze what my character is doing, what is he thinking, why he is thinking it. I have pages where I just write notes in the middle of class for my fic when an idea comes to me. Below is a couple picture examples. In the second picture, you'll see a core conversation that made it into the fic, edited and reworked a bit. I wrote that back in October.

C: Edit. A lot of my editing is me actually making the thoughts moreeee real. I add in snipey one-liners to Noah or Alejandro's thoughts. Some of the lines people say "omg that was actually funny" are me going back in, and thinking that humor could help break up this chunk of emotion. I try my BEST to make Noah and Alejandro feel individual in their own brain-space. Noah is very down on himself, where Alejandro praises. I try to keep Alejandro's talking mannerisms where I can. Sometimes spanish, sometimes dancing around saying something. Noah is short. Choppy. Lots of sarcasm and references.

Dont be afraid to just BLAH all over the page. And then delete and move and break up. Errr, I hope this is what you were looking forr!!

[cherryrainn]

Could you write a Onceler x male Reader (ftm) lovestory? Like, I imagine they're partners in business doing their thing and cutting down trees to produce more thneeds, but they notice their feelings to each other during that?

That would be very, very awesome :)

thanks for the request! hope you're having a great day

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— corporate chemistry

onceler (greedler) x male reader (ftm)

being in a business partnership with onceler wasn't easy at all. he had a tendency to be selfish, overly confident, and controlling, always telling you what to do. he didn't hesitate to act like an asshole, making it challenging to work with him. however, surprisingly, you didn't find his behavior bothersome to the extent one might expect.

the path that led you to become onceler's business partner remains a mystery. despite his occasional weird looks and mean treatment towards you, somehow you managed to become his little partner in crime. perhaps it was his unique personality that intrigued you. he had a way of drawing you in with his complex character, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his enigmatic nature.

onceler sat behind his cluttered desk, poring over stacks of papers, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. you stood by the window, watching the hustle and bustle of the outside, waiting for the opportune moment to speak up.

finally, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you cleared your throat and ventured, "onceler, i have an idea that could completely change our approach.. what if we-"

before you could finish your sentence, onceler abruptly looked up from his work, piercing you with an intense gaze. "you, with your ideas again? what makes you think you have something worthwhile to contribute?" his words dripped with skepticism, as if dismissing the mere thought of your input.

undeterred, you roll your eyes and took a step forward, meeting his challenging stare head-on. "i believe in this idea, dumbass. it's bold, innovative, and it could be the game-changer we've been searching for. we need to take a chance on it."

onceler leaned back in his creaky chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. "oh, so you think you can challenge my methods, do you? fine. convince me. lay it all out. but remember, if it fails, the consequences are on your shoulders."

a surge of determination coursed through your veins as you launched into your proposal. you spoke passionately, painting a vivid picture of the possibilities, the untapped potential waiting to be harnessed. with every word, you could see onceler's interest piqued, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the details.

as you finished, there was a palpable silence in the room. onceler leaned forward, his gaze piercing through you. then, unexpectedly, a slow smile crept onto his face. "you know what? there might be something to this idea of yours. it's audacious, risky, but it just might work."

your heart leaped at his unexpected approval. "really? you think so?"

onceler chuckled, the sound filling the room with a mix of mischief and excitement. "i'll admit, you have an uncanny ability to surprise me, y/n. let's give it a shot. we'll do it your way this time."

and so, the journey began.

you discovered that beneath onceler's tough exterior, there was a complex soul yearning for validation and connection. and in your own way, you provided that, offering a different perspective, a voice he had never truly listened to before.

through triumphs and setbacks, arguments and moments of shared triumph, you forged an extraordinary bond. it was a partnership that defied conventional norms, fueled by a blend of ambition, resilience, and an unwavering belief in each other.

however, one day...

you couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring the way his eyes sparkled with determination, even amidst the chaos. there was an unspoken connection between you, a bond that seemed to transcend the confines of your business partnership.

one day, as you reviewed a proposal together, your eyes met, and a warmth spread through your chest. it was as if the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you. the air crackled with an unspoken tension, a longing that neither of you could deny.

unable to resist the pull any longer, you mustered up the courage to speak your heart. "onceler, there's something i need to say. these past few months working together have shown me a side of you that goes beyond business. i... i think I'm falling in love with you."

onceler's eyes widened, his usual air of confidence momentarily faltering. he stared at you, his expression a mix of surprise and vulnerability. "i never thought i'd hear those words from you," he murmured, his voice soft and uncertain.

you took a step closer, closing the distance between you. "onceler, i know we have our differences, and it hasn't always been easy. but despite all that, i see something special in you. your passion, your determination, it's captivating. and i can't ignore the way my heart races when i'm with you."

onceler's gaze softened, a flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes. he reached out, tentatively brushing his fingers against yours. "i never expected to feel this way either," he confessed, his voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and longing. "but there's something about you, something that draws me in, challenges me in ways i never imagined. i think... i think i might be falling in love with you too."

onceler gently caressed your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "i never thought i'd find someone who understands me like you do," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and gratitude. "you see past my flaws and bring out the best in me."

a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leaned into his touch.

as your fingers intertwined, you knew that love had a way of transforming even the most unlikely partnerships. the once tempestuous nature of your relationship had softened, replaced by a deep respect and a shared vision for the future.

days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, as your love for one another continued to deepen. each day brought new adventures, shared laughter, and heartfelt conversations that solidified the bond you had forged.

[lordshroom]

Happy One Year Anniversary to 2012 Good Genes! WOOOOO

I want to say thank you to everyone who has supported the comic! Whether it's writing a comment, leaving a like when a new chapter drops (or spamming likes as you binge it), or just reading it. Thank you <3

Hard to believe I've managed to semi-consistently update a comic for a whole ass year. When I started this comic, it was a means to force myself to learn how to draw the turtles and just force myself outside my comfort zone: dynamic posing, perspective, shivers backgrounds.

I thought I would run with this idea for a few months, get bored, then move on to something else. A fate that has unfortunately fell many of my previous projects.

But then I started recognizing the same few blogs liking the new updates. I got a few followers. I got a few comments. Every note felt like something special, a sign that people actually wanted to read this story.

So I kept making the comic. One of the biggest shifts in mindset came from when I met Gavin Smith, an artist for the IDW series, I asked him how long it took him to draw a page. He said, "It changes depending on the page. Sometimes it takes three hours sometimes it takes three days." My priorities shifted from "Get the comic done as soon as possible before I get bored" to "make the comic you want to make". The comic went from this to this. I missed coloring, so I started coloring. But I always liked inking more than coloring, so I started inking the comic pretty soon after.

This does mean the comic takes longer to get out, and that bums me out. But I don't mind taking some extra time to give the pages some zest because, well, you guys. If you're going to take the time out of your day to read the pages, I'm going to take some extra time to work on them.

My dream job has always been to be a writer. I've fluctuated between writing books, movie scripts, comic scripts, and a bunch of other stuff.

When I was little, I would imagine elaborate 2012 fan fiction. I never wrote any of this down since I was deeply embarrassed by my fascination with TMNT. It was a boy's show, and I was a girl. On top of that, 2012 became my lifelong hyperfixation. I didn't even seek out an online community for 2012, the closest I ever got was the forums for the show on the Nick site I watched the episodes on.

In high school, I realized who the hell cares and started entering the online community. I watched Rise and 2003, bought the IDW hardcovers, and started getting the figures.

Then in college, I said, "screw it," and started writing a fan fiction on AO3. It did not perform well. I tried to tell myself that I should write for myself, but it was hard to find the motivation to continue so I moved on.

Last summer, I started working on my original story and considered making it a webcomic. I watched a bunch of videos about making comics and wanted to try it out. Now, all the advice for making your first comic is to "make it small so you actually finish it!"

I did not take that advice.

The idea for 2012 Good Genes was old, like, fan-fiction-I-made-in-my-head-in-high-school old. It was different from the current comic. That old version took place post-season 5 with a bunch of OCs and Donnie being mutated into something more bug-like. I went with a retelling of "Vengence is Mine" so I wouldn't have to worry about designing any new characters/ environments, and I those handful of episodes as a blueprint.

2012 Good Genes was supposed to be a learning exercise and became something so much more with your support. That support got me to work on another fanfiction on AO3, which got so much more love than I was expecting. It was so touching that people liked my writing enough to read it without any silly pictures.

So I'm going to say it again, thank you. Thank you so much for a fantastic year. I would not be where I am today without your support.

And if you managed to get through all my rambling, here's an update!

"The Invasion!" will have four more pages which I'm still drawing. After that is an original episode that I want to take time to write a script and design a character before I start posting updates, so in the meantime I will be working on drawing some stuff for my asks and working on the next chapter for "Perfect Son".

[drsteggy]

Work in Progress Wednesday

So this isn’t REALLY a WIP, it was more an exercise in writing a scene from a different perspective. This is a later scene from Farore, but from Impa’s perspective. I guess it is technically a little spoilery but whatever. I wanted to share something today so here it is

Impa does not think she will ever really get used to the cold of the Hebra region. The clouded sky seems to close in on the party making its way north, and the entire camp is in a tight circle around the fire. She clutches a tin cup of tea, enjoying the heat of the brew in her hands. The fire dances and pops, drawing her in.

And then Link is next to her. He pulls his wool cloak close to his throat.

“Hey I didn’t see much of you today, how did the ride go?” He fiddles with his gloves, not looking at her yet. He clearly has something on his mind, but he is going to need to come around to things on his own.

“Pretty well. The horse they have me on has a mind of his own, though, and ignores me.”

He turns to her, always ready to talk about horses. “I can teach you some things to get around that. Might be useful if he decides to bolt someday.”

She lets him ramble a bit, watching him relax as he goes on about leg and seat, nodding as he offers advice. When he is done, he turns back to the fire and straightens up.

Here it comes, she thinks. The real reason he came over here.

“Impa.. do you sleep, ever?”

******

She arrives at his tent an hour later. He greets her with a smile and a remarkably tense posture. “You’re sure this is okay?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

She wonders if he gets this wound up every time he has a sleepover with someone.

“Of course.” She smiles, keeping her voice open and friendly. “You do still want me to stay?”

He meets her eyes. She notes the clench of his jaw and the quickness of his breath. Finally, he gives a sharp nod. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Great, let’s get settled.”

Link’s tent is really just meant for one. Impa crawls in and wraps herself in the blanket she brought with her. She pats the space next to her, inviting him in.

“Snug. It’s going to be cozy, but there’s room.”

He hesitates and for a moment she thinks he might call things off. Then he joins her, settling in inches from her. She can smell the horse on him, and a note of sweat.

“I’m not trying to do anything improper.” He says, his voice soft.

“I know. I trust you.” She assures him. “You’re not my type anyway.”

“What?” He sounds a little surprised.

She laughs. “Has no one ever said that to you before? I’m not attracted to you. I like women.”

“Oh.”

She laughs again. “That can't be a new idea for you, you were in Gerudo how long? I know that guard -Tasako? you were involved with…”

He squirms. “Has a female partner, yes, we are acquainted. They got married.”

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep? You might feel more comfortable with your back against mine.”

She rolls to her other side, resting her head on her arm. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck before he shifts and leans his back against hers. Hopefully he will sleep peacefully tonight.

“I kissed a man once.” His voice floats out of the darkness. “Like, a real kiss.”

Impa feels a small blossom of surprise, but keeps herself still. “Is this something you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s something to talk about and it isn’t all, you know.”

So he can’t sleep, or he isn’t ready to. “If you want to tell me, I’d like to hear.”

“I only ever told Tasako before.” His words come slowly, as though he is now weighing them. “I mean, I was just trying everything when I first got to Castletown. I’d never been on my own like that.”

“He was in my cohort. His name was Shad. We hung out a lot and did dumb teenager stuff. Like we used to take horses and race and jump over stupid things.” She can hear the smile in his voice now. So this is a good memory.

When Link had first taken the sword, she had found a Shad, who had reportedly been his friend. That man had been very closed lipped, though, refusing to say more than he’d been acquainted but hadn’t so much as thought about Link in years. Impa had given up, thinking it a dead end.

This has to be the same guy. “The stable master never caught you?”

“Oh, he caught us,” Link chuckles. “Yeah, we cleaned a lot of stalls over that.”

Link continues on, telling a story about a summer friendship that had sparks. He spins it slowly, but if he takes his time because he is remembering something with fondness or there’s a different reason, she can’t quite tell.

“We went swimming one day and it just turned into being rowdy and wrestling and stuff and then he stopped and asked if he could tell me something and I just said sure.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He said he really wanted to kiss me.”

“And…?” Even Impa can hear the anticipation in her voice. She hopes he kissed Shad. She hopes he did it a lot.

Link shrugs against her back. “I had kissed a few girls and I really liked that. A lot. So I said ok.”

“You’re killing me. Was it good? Did you like it?”

Link huffs. “It was his first kiss, I’m pretty sure, so it was just okay. I did like it.”

“What happened to Shad?”

“I don’t know, we were pretty young, we drifted when summer ended.” He pauses, sighing before continuing on. “Training got more intense. He started to hang out with others. I got involved with a woman who saw me as a toy though I didn’t understand that then. I went to Gerudo, I ended up here.”

They are both quiet. Impa is still learning the edges and depths to Link, and tonight she feels she might be in a little further than he intended. His stillness feels unsettled. Maybe ashamed.

He shouldn’t feel that way about that story.

“Link? It’s okay if you decided it wasn’t for you. It’s okay if you liked it. It’s okay if you’re still not sure how you feel.”

He doesn’t answer her but presses his back against hers more firmly.

He does finally slip off to sleep. She keeps a quiet watch, meditating on the day and what’s ahead.

When he bolts up with a strangled sound in his throat, she turns and throws an arm across his chest. His heart gallops in his chest as she whispers to him that’s it’s okay, everything is okay. He slumps back to his bedding and she moves her hand to his shoulder.

“That was something,” she whispers. “Is that every night?”

He shakes his head “Just recently,” he crosses his arms. “It’s not even anything specific. It’s just...it’s like just feelings. There’s no images or action, it isn’t really a dream.

“I think they come from outside of me.”

“A message, maybe.”

“Something like that.”

They lay together, silent, Impa running her thumb back and forth over his shoulder. She will do this as long as he needs her to. Eventually the tension in his body melts away and he settles into her.

“Impa, thank you for staying with me. This is definitely better.”

“You’re welcome.”