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When Youâre Insecure About Getting Glasses
word count: 564 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.
pairing: post-time skip!Bokuto x chubby!Reader
genre: comfort fluff
warnings: implied spoilers, a pinch of suggestiveness
âDid you get them?â Bo dropped his bag by the door, stepped out of his shoes and shuffled eagerly to the couch where you sat.
âHello, baby, how are you? How was your day?â
âDay was great. Not important. Did you get your glasses?â
You gave a little pained smile at your boyfriendâs excitement. For weeks you had been torn between happy anticipation to stop squinting - plus ridding yourself of constant headaches from said squinting - and anxiety. It had already been a process to accept that a professional athlete was literally worshiping the ground you walked on so getting glasses for the first time in your life started a whole new cycle of self consciousness.
âRight there.â, you pointed to the plain hard case on the coffee table in front of you.
Bokuto plopped down next to you, put his arm around your chubby waist and pressed a kiss to your temple before focusing on the case.
âAnd?â
âIâm scared.â, you admitted.
âOf what?â
âLooking ugly.â
âFirst of all, donât ever talk like that about my girlfriend! Because she is the most gorgeous woman, actually, person, on this whole planet. Nay, in the universe.â
You leaned into his hug, giggling, both of you still looking at the case.
âAnd second of all, if you donât like them at all, we can still exchange them for a different model, babe. No problem.â, he shrugged, âBut think of all the cool things you can do now.â
âLike seeing?â
âExactly!â
âHmâŠâ
âCome on, Iâve been dying to see you with glasses all day! I even asked the coach to let me keep my phone during practice in case youâd send me a picture.â
âAnd he let you?â
âI maaaay have sliiiightly exaggerated and said I need to keep it on in case of emergency but thatâs besides the point! Letâs go! Please! - Here, Iâll close my eyes and we can do a big reveal and everything.â, he rambled on, lifting his free large hand to cover his eyes. When he didnât feel you moving, he peaked through two fingers.
âI have ways of showing you how gorgeous you are, you know.â, he said with a slight chuckle.
Your thoughts flashed back to last month when after a particularly bad day in the outside world Bo had taken it upon himself to get a mirror involved in your amorous endeavors.
You quickly reached for the case, your cheeks burning. You snapped it open and picked up the thinly framed silver glasses.
With awkward movements you set them on your nose, adjusting them here and there, fixing your hair, then turning 90 degrees to look at him. He had kept his promise and was still covering his eyes.
âCan I look?â, he asked.
âAt your own risk.â, you said nervously.
He lowered his hand and then focused on you. You felt weird, studied and inspected. Why wasnât he saying anything? His golden eyes seemed to bore into yours and your cheeks flushed even more.
âW-wellâŠ?â
âGive me a minute.â, he replied, his voice sounding a little hoarse. He cleared his throat, âSo uhm⊠we donât have any plans tomorrow, right?â
âNo, why?â
âNo reason.â
You squeaked when he easily swept you up in his arms and unceremoniously carried you to your bedroom, requesting, before closing the door with his foot, that youâd please keep the glasses on.
art: unfortunately, I couldnât find the artist - if anyone knows please lemme know so I can credit!
@haikyu-mp4 đ«¶đ»
#bokuto x chubby reader#haikyuu x chubby reader#chubby reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader#hq fluff#bokuto comfort#bokuto imagine#bokuto kotaro#bokuto#bokuto fluff#hq bokuto#bokuto x reader#haikyuu bokuto#bokuto koutarou#bokuto koutaro x reader#bokuto kotaro x reader#haikyuu x curvy reader#haikyuu comfort
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Hey tuna! :3 just a question or kinda of like a idea what if the entire kny cast meets ur kny!bsd cast? OR what if the bsd cast meets ur kny!bsd cast? (Also love the au btw ^^ )
hello <3!
THE ENTIRE CAST? DO YOU WISH DEATH UPON ME </3 that would be such a funny concept actually. i've thought of it before like uhm,....
thoughts below the cut because they ended up pretty long! i didn't cover everyone BUT if you'd like to hear my interpretation of certain characters meeting, just send an ask!
kunikida and rengoku would get along in a strange way. they're both reliant on books in their everyday lives and i'm sure they'd talk about it. kunikida would feel less crazy and also find kyojuro crazy for being able to become an accomplished swordsman by learning the rest of the fire breathing forms in only 3 volumes. kyojuro would find kunikida admirable for his rigid discipline in upholding his ideals through his notebook and his personal moral code. i think kyojuro would foot the bill if they eat together, and kunikida would be endlessly grateful.
kenji and tanjiro would be a UV hazard. in the bsd world, kenji would have to guide tanjiro around like a puppy, and tanjiro would be way too overwhelmed to be out in the Modern City for longer than 30 minutes. i think they'd make for excellent training buddies! tanjiro would definitely admire kenji's brute strength and find it fascinating that he has an active farm on the rooftop of their work building.
poe and zenitsu meeting would be hilarious i think.. zenitsu would actively cringe at this grown ass man for being down stupid for another man, and constantly writing for and sticking close to ranpo, but i think zenitsu would understand, given his clinginess to the kamado siblings. they'd also have an affinity for creating morbid works, because acc to kimetsu gakuen, zenitsu has a particularly scary art style, while poe actively writes murder mystery! post infinity-castle zenitsu would definitely ask poe to read the Legend of Zenitsu and be cooked alive by poe's disapproval.
atsushi and inosuke will not get along, period. even if they're bonding over food. i do not see it. atsushi would be reminded of akutagawa's petty nature everytime inosuke tries to start shit, and oh god i don't even want to imagine them brawling it up. i think the only time inosuke would possibly calm down is if atsushi cooked food for him, making him feel all fuzzy and reminding him of tanjiro's tenderness. though in terms of a physical brawl? inosuke would respect the hell out of atsushi if atsushi fights in his weretiger form, he probably thinks it's badass.
kyouka and kanao are telepathically bonding by the way. kyouka would introduce kanao to modern day sweets and i think they'd bond over cute trinkets and sweets. i bet you, they'd also talk about their sister figures (aoi and lucy), as well as the boys who saved them (tanjiro and atsushi). they'd trade hair accessories i'm sure.
ranpo would LOVE NEZUKO. the same way he treated kyouka when she first arrived at the agency, ranpo would spoil nezuko with sweets and they'd bond over their excessive sweet tooths. nezuko think ranpo's a friendly guy, and probably admires him like she admired mitsuri!
#tuna answers#kny!bsd au#thank you for the love!#my thoughts are more of like canon kny and bsd characters meeting#than canon and au meeting#that seems tough to think for! esp since i havent gotten around to releasing the comics yet
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Annaaaaaaaaaaaaaa T^T I hope you're doing alright today! Did you bake anything new recently!
For the writer's ask btw: 1, 4, 5, 8, 12, 14, 15, 23, 27 :3
Do it, tell me all about it! And I hope you have a great week :3 Thank you for blessing us with all your beautiful art and love T^T
Moon, hello (â ïœĄâ â Ïâ â ïœĄâ )â ïŸâ âĄ
Thank you a lot for asking, and OH MY, that's a lot, but don't get me wrong, I appreciate your interest a lot T^T
Let me first tell you about baking: I baked only the plum pie recently, and it's already gone... But I plan to bake pumpkin muffins with orange cream soon :3
As for the questions:
1 - the last sentence you wrote
I've already answered this one a bit earlier here, but as I got around to answer your question, here's another sentences that I actually wrote the last one:
"I wonder, why canât we notice⊠until weâve lost it already?"
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4 - a story idea you havenât written yet
Oh, I have this one story idea in my mind, based on this one art...
Can't say much without spoilering , but this story has some angsty development. Like, very angsty.
Other than this, it's also a story about how AruAni met and fell in love, so some kind of strangers to lovers, with a lot of immediate attraction and interest, all set in Switzerland, 1911.
The caption in the original post - "It was the love at first sight" - is a leitmotif of this whole story.
I've been thinking about it while working on this drawing, and I didn't consider writing it, but the more time passes - the more I think that, eventually, I'll write it...
5 - first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP
Uhm... Well, I think, the chapter 10 of MYLYSW counts for now, yes? If yes, so here we are:
"How to breathe without feeling the burden of the mission to be fulfilled; how to sleep without all the images of the world through the eyes of others; how to say a word without feeling obliged to remember a promise to come back; how to look at the sun and see in it the beauty of another day borning out of the velvet darkness of the night into the golden sunrise, and not to cross out another twenty-four hours out of one hundred and thirteen thousand nine hundred fifty-five hours of defined expiration of her."
Me and my damn love for the long sentences...
8 - if you had to write a sequel to a fic, youâd write one forâŠ
Oh, good question! I don't really have a lot of fics, but I think I would love to write for Neverland of (Our) Desires, the Fort Salta oneshot-sequel, where AruAni are caught in feelings and have an awkward-silly conversation about their boat *adventure*, with all these emotions and feelings of having the life ahead of them and not knowing what to do with it... Oh well, oh well, such a potential đ€
12 - a trope youâre really into right now
Hm... Honestly, I've been into Forbidden Love or Star-crossed Lovers tropes recently...
It's quite canonical AruAni, to be honest, and I just love to think about it in different AUs and canon-compliant too, so yes, I would say these ones! And here a remark, that Forbidden Love/Star-crossed Lovers don't mean that it's a tragic ending - more like obstacles and a lot of angst, which challenge the characters and their love, and how it all develops within the plot.
14 - where do you get your inspiration?
You know, I thought I had a proper answer for it, but when I started typing it, I realized, that, in fact, I don't.
If I'm totally honest - I don't think I even have something special as "inspiration". I have ideas that pop up in my mind on their own, and then, I turn them into story or a moment in the fic, but I never particularly searched for it. I suppose, it's also a consequence of my constant art and literature involving, where I read/observe/study something, so I have this almost never-stopping source of new experience and knowledge, which leads to ideas and inspiration to create my own stories/drawings.
So, I think that my inspiration is constant studying and sources of knowledge.
15 - favorite weather for writing
Answered here :3
23 - pick three keywords that describe your writing
Moon, what a question *sigh*... Let's say:
evocative, raw and poetic
I thought of what to answer you on this particular question because it's a bit difficult for me to evaluate my own writing style, but I also remembered the words I received about it (including your wonderful feedback), and I guess, it helped me to pick these particular keywords.
27 - your favorite part of the writing process
Answered here, too :3
Thank you a lot for your interest and support, Moon, I wish you all the best and take caređ€
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Hello...uh...I was gone for a while...buuuuut I finally got some new art, not much but at least something.
It's actually a comparison between the first time I drew Walter and the most recent.
Uhm I think you can see the difference...Just a bit ofc-
Nah but seriously, due to my looooong break and a really bad breakdown I was convinced that I was completely shitty with no improvment.
And it was complete BS. I actually improved.
Btw I also have old drafts wich will be posted soon, so donât be confused if it's still my "old style".
Here is also the closeup:
Love my boy.
I also watched the show again (and giggled like i was 12 with a crush when I saw Walter on screen) and holy- WALTER IS DAMN UGLY. Like what did they do to his troll form in some scenes-
Like I love him but the show sometimes did him dirty.
Annnnd
AHEM:
Dear @pinkytoothlesso11 and dear @toodrasticallydumb ...
ARE YOU INSANE?! LIKE HOW?!
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO READ ALL OF THOSE DAMN CHAPTERS!!
Anyways, thank you. I really appreciate everything and everyone. I couldnât stop doing all of that bc I would miss u all too much.
And thanks for the flowers in my inbox đ„č
#trollhunters#walter strickler#barbara lake#stricklake#toa strickler#toa trollhunters#stricklander#strickler#waltolomew stricklander#tales of arcadia#Uhhh yeah#my artwork#self improvement#damn...my art improved#like actually#anyways#idk what to say#thank you again!#I just saw the sun flowers#why u gotta do that to me#you get me emotional
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Meltdown (Petrigrof)
Wordcount: 2.05k.
Type: One-Shot, SFW
Warnings: None, really.
Summary: After a long, stressful day, Simon has a meltdown and Betty helps him through it.
Extra Notes: Hello, hello! Iâm writing again, yay!! I felt proud enough to post this little one-shot of Petrigrof! I donât see enough fics that depict Simon as autistic, so I wrote one myself! And⊠itâs him having a meltdown, hahaâ but hey, itâs something! This is also based on a personal experience of mine, so thereâs that. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
With the gentle pattering of rain against the window and the warm air flowing through the heater in the corner, Betty sank into the covers of her bed, bundled up in her favorite brown, woolen blanket. Beside her was a hot mug of lemon balm tea that she occasionally sips to help her go to sleep.
In her hand, she held a sketchpad with small sketches of random objects around the room, assumingly for an art project, or maybe just as general practice. She had recently begun picking up this hobby again, as she had been so busy with other things, such as her expeditions and research papers for other minor classes she had. Betty enjoyed making pieces for herself, although she very seldom mentions her love for art to others for reasons of⊠well, no one really cared enough to ask.
Well, all except Simon.
Speaking of SimonâŠ
Itâs just about 8 PM right now. Itâs pretty dark, and Simon still hasnât come home from his afternoon class. Betty mused on where he mightâve gone. Perhaps working a bit later than usual, which was a somewhat common occurrence with him. Heâs known to be quite the workaholicâŠ
âI wish he wouldnât push himself so hardâŠâ Betty thought, frowning slightly.
No matter, sheâll have to give him a good âscoldingâ when he arrives home.
âŠWell, not an actual scolding. He hated getting those, as it always triggered his PDA.
After a bit of time passes, sheâs finally finished and decided to put a pin in it for tonight. Her main worry seems to be her lover who still hasnât arrived yet. What was he doing?
âHeâs probably just working a little late, Betty. Nothing to worry about..â Betty mumbled, taking a sip of her tea and letting out a soothing hum. What a wonderful, serene-feeling taste.
Just then, Betty heard the front door slam from downstairs. Betty quickly turns towards the bedroom door and begins to climb out of bed but pauses when heavy footsteps start trudging up the stairs, then stopping momentarily. She waited quietly for any sudden movement when the quiet steps grew louder as they approached the door.
As expected, the door swung wide open, which startled Betty a little. Standing there was a⊠sopping wet cat who seemed to have, unfortunately, been caught in the storm of the hour. His clothes were drenched in rainwater, dripping onto the floor. His tousled hair cast downward as it stuck to his cheeks and foreheadâ but he desperately wiped the stray hairs away from his wet face. He looked⊠terrible âwith his vest and shirt slightly unbuttoned to where the collar barely touched his neck, his bow tie clenched tightly in his hand.
Simon stood in the doorway for a moment with his head hung low. It felt like, as soon as he stepped through, he just⊠fell apart. His hands found his head and he gripped a fistful of dark brown locks, then an exasperated and strangled groan tumbled out of his throat. Betty immediately ran to his side, attempting to touch his face but he jerked back from her, vigorously shaking his head. Betty was a little confused and slightly perturbed at first, but upon observing him more, his body language told her everything she needed to know. The way he trembled in front of her, arms up in a more defensive position like a scared little kitten despite having his hands tangled in his hair. Betty knew what this was.
âOkay, no gentle touching, alright.. uhm ,â Betty made her way to one of the lamps in her room and turned it off. âHere, Iâll turn off some of the lights for you, okay?â
Simon nodded, running a hand through his soggy locks. Glob, he was so glad to be home, home to his lover. She always knew what to do when he had these moments. Moments where his body shut down and wouldnât cooperate with him no matter how hard he tried. Moments where every single article of clothing on his body felt like sandpaper scraping against his skin. How much it hurt to utter a single word. No matter how much he mightâve wanted to, it felt like walking barefoot on pins and needles while everyone else but him came prepared with steel-toe boots.
Simonâs wet clothes clung to his shivering body. He hated the feeling of wet clothes, he hated it. He desperately peeled the clothes off his body and they hit the floor with a gentle âthump â. Betty scrounges around in the closet for his favorite blanket while glancing back at her lover every few minutes. She could feel him trembling from afar, even as warm air encircled him, and in those moments, she wished that sheâd been there when this first started so she could have helped him through it.
âOkay, letâs get you wrapped up,â Betty pulls out the navy blue blanket and scurries over to him. He seemed to have already stripped himself of his clothes, to which she wrapped the soft blanket around his shivering body and led him to their bed. âIâll get you some water⊠do you want some water?â
Wiping his tear-stained face, Simon nods and tries to bask in the warmth of his blanket and the heat from the heater, now that he laid closer to it. Betty opens the door and glances back at Simon with a gentle smile before closing the door and running down the stairs.
Not long after, Betty comes back with the water and places it on his bed stand. He seemed to have dove under the covers again with only his head poking out from his blanket. Betty chuckles, climbing over to the other side of the bed and laying beside him. Upon observing him closer, his scleras were bloodshot red, like heâd been crying for a while. Simon scooted closer and stared into her eyes for a moment before looking at the sketch pad in the space between them. Betty slowly turned to the book and picked it up, placing the pad in his lap. She figured he might want to say something without straining his voice since heâd gone non-verbal.
Simonâs hand snakes out from beneath the covers and he takes the pencil attached to the pad then flips to a blank page. Betty watches him curiously as he begins to write something down in a slow, gradual manner, his face softening the more he writes. He flipped the page over and she couldnât help it when the corners of her mouth rose to her cheeks.
âThank you, I love youâ
Betty resisted the urge to take him into her arms and pepper his face with kisses. Alternatively, she takes his free hand and squeezes it firmly.
âI love you too, Simon.â
Simon flips the pad back around and begins scribbling something else.
âI need more pressureâ
Realizing what he meant, Betty nods and begins climbing on top of him, aligning the side of her face with his own, and dropping most of her body weight onto him.
âHowzzat? That enough for you? Twice for no, once for yes.
Simon taps her once and she smiles against his face. She looks to him for permission, which he does give, then proceeds to wrap her arms around him and give him a firm squeeze. A small giggle escaped his lips as Betty held him in her arms.
After a while, Betty found herself growing more drowsy by the hour. Really, she had only been rambling to Simon about her day and other miscellaneous things. Only after a few minutes of talking did she hear the gentle snoring of the man whoâd curled up beside her with the slow rise and fall of his chest. She thought that now it might be a good note to end off for tonight.
Leaning over the sleeping man, she pulls the cord to their dimmed lamp light then snuggles up against him. With a soft glittering of her eyes, she drifts into a soundless, serene sleep.
ââââââââââââââââââââ
âMmhh⊠five more⊠minutesâŠâ
A chuckle escaped the manâs lips as he shook his lover once more. Betty stirred but her eyes stayed shut. After a few more gentle shakes, Betty groaned, rubbing her eyes before sitting up slightly and opening her groggy eyes to look at him. She sighs and gives him a tired smile.
âAh, morning⊠howâd you sleep?â
Simon pressed his lips against her forehead. âI slept alright, you?â
Bettyâs smile only grew when she heard his voice. Ever since last night, heâd been quiet as a church mouse, so hearing his voice again, it quelled that lingering anxiety she didnât realize she had inside.
âHeyyy, youâre talking again! And I slept alright myself. Iâm assuming youâre feeling better after your meltdown last nightâŠâ
âIndeed,â Simon lays against the bed frame, his bare chest exposed to the warmth of their room. âThank you, again⊠last night was really⊠stressfulâ for me. Iâuhm⊠glob, I was suppressing that for a whileâŠâ
Betty pouts, gently jabbing him in his side. âYou dumb-dumb, why did you suppress it? You know thatâs not good and⊠you can step out of class, you donât need to prioritize your work if your nervous system is donking out!â
âAhmâ I was doing another presentation, and a lot of smaller things kept building up⊠and before I knew it, it almost happenedâ in the middle of it. That same guy threw another⊠book at me today. Starting to reconsider this whole thing, honestlyâŠâ
Betty huffed. âAgain?? Who was it, was it the same guy? I should really teach that guy a lessonââ
âNo, no⊠itâs okay,â Simon waved his hands. âYou donât⊠itâs fine. Please donât.â
âNo, because whatâs this guyâs fascination with throwing shit at you??â
Simon shrugs. âNo idea, but itâs fine. Iâll manage.â
âSimonâŠâ
âI promise itâs fine, dear. If itâll make you feel better, the next time it happens, Iâll give them a lecture on presentation etiquette, how does that sound?â
That was mostly a joke.
âYou sound like you want a book to be thrown at you.â
Simon chuckles, scratching his nape. âAlright, bad joke.â
Betty chuckles right along with him until theyâre both laughing at his really stupid lecture joke. The laughter soon died down though as the two climbed out of bed, raising their arms to stretch.
It only took Simon a few seconds to realize he wore only his underwear, which he remembered was a result of yesterday where his damp clothes lay bundled still near the doorway, so he made his way towards the closet to search for his spare PJs heâd leave here in her room.
Betty, being her usual self, stares lovingly at his backside, especially towards the lower region. She folds her arms and smirks to herself.
âHey, are you working on your glutes?â
Simon blinks, trying to process what she just said. He slowly turns around, perplexed. âWhat?â
âLike⊠glute exercises.â
It took him a minute, but it finally clicked and his cheeks began to burn at the question. He rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
âOh, haha . Ass joke, funny. I donât⊠workout, thatâs just how it naturally looks.â
âThat just makes it better!â
âBetty.â
Betty giggles, embracing him from behind and nuzzling into his cheek. âOkay, okay⊠I get it, too earlyâŠâ
He huffs. âWay too earlyâŠâ
âApologieeesâ Iâll go make us some breakfast while you change . Whatâre you in the mood for?â
Simon finally finds his blue and white-striped pajamas. He slips on and buttons the shirt and then the pants. âPancakes.â
âCool, cool!â
As Betty quickly exited the room, Simon stood beside the closet, pondering over the events of last night. How fast she was able to catch onto his symptoms, how loving and caring she was during the ordeal, how safe he felt when he finally let himself break down in front of her, which he hadnât done in a while.
His lips curled into a warmer smile, feeling content.
Heâs really happy to be with such an amazing person. He wouldnât trade her for anything else in the world.
âI should help her with breakfastâŠâ He finally said, closing the closet door and making his way downstairs to his soon-to-be wife.
#simon petrikov#betty grof#simon petrikov adventure time#betty grof adventure time#no beta we die like winter king#not beta read#hurt/comfort#Betty is a wonderful wife#theyâre not really engaged in this though#pre canon#Betty likes art in my eyes#No Iâm not projecting wdym#adventure time#adventure time fionna and cake#simon petrikov fionna and cake#autistic things#autistic meltdown#autistic simon petrikov#petrigrof#fionna and cake
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Hello... Uhm first time posting my art on Tumblr!! Hope y'all like this ..... I'm a slightly new fan to ROTTMNT or TMNT in general đ(I'm not used to drawing bald ppl)
Sketchbook cover design + some art
Guess which turtle is my favourite TEHEHE
It's Mikey tehhehe my favourite duo is anyone including Mikey HEHEHEHE so sunset duo, portal duo and PB&J duo âš
#rottmnt#rottmnt mikey#rise mikey#sunset duo#portal duo#pb&j duo#rottmnt raph#rise raph#rise leo#rise donnie#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#oh god im nervous#rahhhh
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Hello-
Uhm I've been trying to look for an open req the whole day, can I get a Cassidy McCree x male reader fic where the reader is into bondage (rope bunny) and gets caught by his lover..?
little drabble for you ml đ«¶đ»
first time writing MxM, but iâve read so much that i donât think iâll have a problem đ
warnings, bondage, rope bunny, masturbation, getting caught, a bit of helplessness, let me know if i missed anything
(iâm a pink girly all of my post will be pink no matter the character, sorryyyy đ€·ââïžđ«¶đ»)
(also havenât got time for fics atm because exams are soon so please bare with me)
MDNI this is an 18+ page and with good reason, please buzz off
Youâre stuck!
reader POV
you didnât know how you had gotten yourself into this situation. it had been some harmless experimenting on the floor of your shared bedroom. the last bits of the tan rope lay in your hands, as the rest had been used to bound your legs open in quite a vulgar way.
sitting in the floor admiring your work in the mirror that stands infront of you. the rope held you perfectly in place and you were surprised with how quickly you picked it up. moving yourself so you can get the whole view of your art in the mirror, it wasnât too tight just tight enough for you to feel trapped, helpless. just the thought had a small bead of pre-cum falling from the red tip of your cock.
this experiment had really gotten you worked up. your lover shouldnât be home for a while so why not have some fun on your own. your hands trace the rope that wraps over your thighs, calfs and hips. slowly making your way to your aching cock.
it was never as fun as when your lover did it but right now you just needed a release before he got home. you wouldnât want him to see you like this. would you?
your strokes started soft and slow, but gradually sped up as your pleasure began to build. so lost in the moment, in the pleasure that you failed to notice the sound of the front door, failed to notice the sound of your lovers boots on the hard wood floor. only snapped out of your trace by the sound of the bedroom door opening. before you noticed it was too late. your lover stood over you.
âwell arenât i just so lucky?â
he said to you, his tall figure almost looming over you. a small smirk plastered across his face as he take his cowboy hat off and throws it on the bed.
he walks towards you, crouching next to you, he moves his hand towards you, overlapping your hand on your cock with his.
âwell look at you darling, youâre stuckâ
there was something almost primal in the way he said it, and it sent blood rushing down. this was going to be a long night. guess you wonât be walking in the morning
ââââââââ
let me know how i did!! also struggled a bit because i think blizzard changed his name so i had no idea what to tag the post with đđ
#xxoolii#artists on tumblr#overwatch#overwatch x reader#overwatch x you#jesse mccree#mccree#smut#cassidy mccree x reader#cassidy x reader#cole cassidy#cole cassidy x reader
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đ© Simblr question of the day: Do you have any blogs that make your day when they post? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!
ooof i have a lot! I've been keeping this in my inbox because i didn'twant to forget about anyone but... if i follow you know that your posts make me happy.
a little heads up, english is not my first language and when i get excited i forget how language in general works so... yeah, enjoy i guess
a long list under the cut:
@nihilismtrcit i haven't been around long and yet i instantly fell in love with Marnie, I miss her so much! I wish you a nice semi-hiatus tho, no pressure (but i miss you)
@peonypyxels do I really need to explain myself here like... the lights, the sims, the builds, THE TALENT!! I'm way too attached to your sims that sometimes i forget they're not my actual friends
@cowboycid it's cool to be really good at one thing and to be not so good at others, but you??? No you decided you were gonna be amazing in general. The lookbooks? Your sims? Your builds? All immaculate
@apricote have you seen those posts??? it feels like you're in a dream or watching memories and i live for it! I have to make a special mention to bby Fennec, he's such a cute little person
@weindenburg I want to live in your game with your little family and i dare say more, i want to hold baby tala in my arms! Also your cc is so good the only sad thing is that there isn't more of it
@mysticmoon-s my eyes are in love with your posts, every time i come across them i'm like how can see llike this in real life. And your sims are always so pretty!!
@ellcrze it's always so pleasing to see your posts, I'm not sure how you do it but they're so peacefull! And i can't even begin to talk about your youtube channel, I enjoy your videos so much!!
@softerhaze is there something you do that i don't like? The answer is no, in case there's any doubt. The soft warm vibes of your posts, your sims family, your amazing cc... ah it's all so nice
@pixelglam sometimes i wish i was one of your sims because they're always living the GOOD life and the good life only! Your lookbooks are really nice you have such amazing taste
@lucidicer sometimes you just need a random person you follow on tumblr to wish you good night and good morning. It's you. I usually don't have the energy to read text post but yours? no no i eat that as if i'm in the 90s and am reading a newspaper while taking breakfast. Also, your renders?????? hello is that real???
@sojutrait your sims are always like so. well. done. I have to admit i have a soft spot in my little heart for wyatt he's a little baby, sometimes i just randomly remember about him. I'm so excited for the monsters are due in Idaho!!
@birdietrait I trully love your sims, you somehow give each of them distinctive features and facial expressions and i can only sit back and admire your work!
@mattodore I wish I was Matthias so I could have Theodore love me and viceversa. Also, your posts feel like treats for when I come home all tired from a really hard day
@literalite uhm excuse me, are you sure it's legal to post works of literal ART here??? and without a warning? For real your edits are a spiritual experience and your sims feel more like actual people
@moonsyrups I've been seeing your pip legacy posts and !!!! i cannot express how much i love them, they feel so dreamy i want to be in them so bad, everything is so vibrant yet so soft, it's soooo good
@elmleif your postcard legacy challenge is so easy to love!!! Cillian and Saoirse are such a cute couple and Weston and Rowan... I have no words for them I just want them to life the happiest of lives.
@briteboy I already told you that my brain specifically remembered your posts from when I was around years ago, and i have reasons for it. Your posts are so cinematic and your characters are memorable (i was so happy to see santi again btw)
@softpine the emotional damage i get when i see your posts is equal to the happiness they give me ironically. Your story feels like it should be studied in literature classes and the things you create for it, wow, you're so talented!
#every time i was like ok its done#my brain would remember someone else i HAD to add to the list#so i had to stop at some point before I listed every single person here#anyway love you#i have to admit i was a little scared to tag all these amazing people but... you deserve it#ask
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hello, i have been wanting to watch PPP's other films since watching SalĂČ (and your blog reminded me that i must do this), though i wasn't aware that he had a body of literature until only recently ... do you have suggestions for reading order/where to start with his writing? ty!
Hello my dear anon, thank you for this wonderful and very interesting ask I needed some time to prepare to answer to!
under the cut for ME YAPPING!
You will be surprised to know that in Pasolini's country (that is also mine, after all), Italy, he's not well known as a filmmaker, but rather as a journalist, politic figure, writer and, most importantly, as a poet! He's called "the last poet of Italy" or "the poet of the ashes" (the little bastard gave himself this cool nickname lmao), and he's considered one of the greatest poets of the country, and he wrote so, SO many poems i could sincerely not tell you where to start, because I dont know either. He wrote between 15 and 20 books of poetry; his poems are highly political, nesting in the climate of political tension and chaos of post-war Italy between the 50s and the 70s. There's also poems about his little brother Guido's terrible death during WWII and the loss Pier Paolo had to deal with, and also the collection of sonnets about the end of his weird psycho-romantic-queerplatonic-whateverthefuck-relationship. It's difficult readings, and surely its not possible to read all of them in one-go. But sometimes I read some of them, PPP was a great poet after all.
He wrote less narrative, but still extremely important: i think it's best to start here, as i started too. His first published narrative book is Ragazzi di Vita, in 1955. If you follow me, you probably know it, since i have this teeenyyy tiinyyy hyperfixation on it at the moment. Outside Italy it went with various names: "The Ragazzi", "Boys Alive", "Street Boys" etc... i recommend this book. Because its amazing. A book written by a poet will be weird to read, but its a good weird; the characters and their adventure seem ones of a comic book or a film, rather than a "normal" book. I'm re-reading it, and doing a summary chapter for chapter for my friend, adding the Content Warning so desperately needed in this very crude, very "traumatic" and very funny book, that, remember, has been written in the 50s so it has its ye olde times flaws (not too many, luckily). It's weird, but its really worth it. Also canonical mlm couple yay!
Ragazzi di Vita has a "sequel" called Una Vita Violenta (a violent life), but, to be completely honest, i didnt really like it... sounds more of a real boring book than a "comic" like RdV. Also way too long. Also way too heterosexual. Cmon Pier Paolo, you can do better.
Petrolio is the last book PPP wrote. It's... uhm... there's words in it? It has... pages? Idk what to say about Petrolio. It has serious socio-politics and it has AO3 Dead Dove fics in it. It has similiar taboo topics to SalĂČ, but it's written in a way that's not possible to understand, on purpose; yes Pier Paolo died before finishing it, but it's unclear if he even WANTED to finish it in the first place.
There's other books like La Divina Mimesis, Il Sogno di una cosa, Amado Mio; and then his essays about italian society and politics. I'm reading Scritti Corsari right now, and its difficult, but fun...
So in the end, my recs are: Ragazzi di Vita surely, if you can deal with the CW (violence, underage sex, suicide, death. And some other more. I mean, you saw SalĂČ, you know the drill with Pier Paolo's art), then you can go a bit wild: in "AlĂŹ dagli occhi azzurri" there's a mix of his poems, writings and one-shots; "La lunga strada di sabbia" is a 1959 reportage on Italy from the north to the south to the north again, circling all the beaches of the peninsula. Cute and interesting. Petrolio is an interesting window on Pasolini's writing method also it's so utterly insane its a fun read anyway; and the collections of his newspaper articles and essays in Scritti Corsari, Lettere Luterane, Empirismo Eretico are a key to understand his controversial world views and the society of the early 70s.
So, in the end: idk man Pier Paolo was just a crazey bitccch... soo crazy i love herrr.... just follow your heart
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Hello! Welcome!
This is technically a blog for the older people of tumblr (aka please no 17 and under people here as that's the kind of stuff likely going to be seen here is unsuitable for yous if your under 18.)
I made this fanblog to dedicate a place for everything relating to @heartfullofleeches on Tumblr!
Because I'm a paranoid little shy person and decided that this was the best way to cope and be able to share stuff from them without consequences that probably don't really exist but they do to my brain!
I may post a few things of my own but this is mostly to shower support and compliments their way!
Incase anyone wants to know more then here we go!
I'm an 18 year old adult who really enjoys and adores yanderes of all/many kinds and really into horror too. I don't mind the more romantic side of things when it comes to yanderes as technically they are (most the time) living too!
I also love the yandere x reader type things. Which is two reasons I really like and still love heartfullofleeches stuff and one reason I really felt like making the blog.
The other reason being paranoia with possible other things with it that makes me unable to feel uncomfortable sharing certain things with others without separate areas for them. Also this does help with my shyness too as it helps me to channel all the stuff into one.
Normally I don't make a pinned post/introductions especially not within such little time of creating a blog so this was a bothard to find out what to say.
I may post art here, however it would probably end up being heartfullofleeches OCs because that's something I've wanted to do but resources I got make it hard.
I may also post a few of my own yandere OCs here but I also might just post those under a different blog called @hiddeninsideaninsanemind which handles most my writing.
Oh and uhm if you want I can also send you to my main blog but it's more of a for everyone blog not just 18+ like this one. That main blog would be @blueshykitsune-blog and from there you can find a list of other blogs I have if you're interested in that...
I'm forcing myself a bit into making myself link those accounts but I said I would to myself so I did and I only did that because I never know... this is oddly enough not the first time I've had paranoia and such other issues with creators and stuff I liked which is why I have a pretty big list of blogs as of now. This is just another one added.
Oh and please don't just think I am making this blog only for myself! Because I really want to show support and add my own thoughts to posts made by heartfullofleeches. However whenever I like things it will only pop up my main blog, same for asks. So I may not give asks off anon but I might tag the blog so I still get the notification that says the asks sent and such. Or I may not.
My mind likes to disagree with itself at times so if you ever see like 50 different reblogs of the same thing with like 50 different inputs that might be why.
I hope I covered everything. Oh uh, when I get time I will change the pfp of the blog, but right now it's a photo of an eye of a weird toy thing that I had on my phone from like 2019 I think that was the year... maybe 2018?
#Fanblog of a blog#I'm slightly getting panicked as I make this so I may edit it later... so yeah. this technically is just a draft#Okay enjoy or don't. if you don't then please go away. I want this as a safe place for me and heartfullofleeches.#(my phone is able to know exactly what I mean by heart and then instantly pops up with heartfullofleeches now... I wrote it to much)#also I hope that's okay I call this blog your blog name plus fanblog#if not I'll change it!#I'll change whatever you need me to!#<-last two tags specifically directed towards heartfullofleeches btw#I fixed the name I hope!#Also I'm gonna maybe take a bit before going straight into posting/rebloggint things (heads up)
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Art made by: @chaotictarlos đ
I finally finished my alternate reconciliation fic đ„łđ„ł it's now with my beta and I really hope to post it sometime in December.
This fic was supposed to just be a 5k piece of TK taking care of drunken Carlos while they're broken up... and it exploded to a 22k work đ
đ So I hope you're all willing to read that many words of TK and Carlos finding their way back to each other, with long talks and lots of emotions đ„°
If you aren't on my tagging list yet and would like to be added (either in general or just for this fic), let me know.
As a little teaser, have the beginning of the fic đ (under the cut)
PS: I still love you, too
The phone call at one in the morning came out of nowhere but it was a welcome distraction from TKâs fitful slumber. Why he even bothered really trying to sleep was beyond him â he never truly found any rest nowadays.
Still, the time was rather unusual, and most of the time, it didnât mean anything good. Especially not when it came from an unknown number. Bracing for the worst, TK tried to shake out the cobwebs in his brain and answered on the fifth ring.
âHello?â
Before he even heard a voice, he could hear music in the background and some chatter, laughter, certainly a small crowd â typical noises of a club or maybe a bar or something. It didnât make sense to his sleep-addled mind.Â
âTK?â came a familiar voice, even though he couldnât place it. âYou mind stopping by to pick up your boyfriend?â
TK wondered if he had even fully woken up because none of this made any sense. No sense at all. âWhoâs this?â he finally slurred, rubbing his eyes and sitting up fully, putting his feet on the cold hardwood floor. Maybe that would help him see more clearly.
âOh, sorry,â the voice replied, and for a moment, TK was sure that out of the ruckus going on in the background, he heard an even more familiar voice. âThis is Katy from the honky tonk. Carlos is here and heâs pretty sloshed and I canât let him drive like this. Are you on shift or can you come and pick him up?âÂ
TK was glad he was still sitting because out of everything he had expected â from his mother being in the hospital, to his father being lost somewhere in the hills and calling from an unknown landline, to a simple prank caller â this was certainly not high on his list.
âIâ Iâm sorry⊠what?â
âShit, sorry, can you even hear me? Itâs pretty loud here tonight, hang onââ
âNo, no, itâs fine,â TK interrupted, taking a deep breath to center himself. âNo, itâs okay. I was just⊠I mean⊠uhm, Carlos and Iââ
Carlos and he what?
Were taking a break? Were over? So please call someone else?Â
TK still hated himself for what he had done to the man he loved more than his own life â he certainly wouldnât deny him any help. Even if Carlos most likely wouldnât ask for it himself. After everything TK had done, it would be a surprise if he wouldnât strangle him the second he saw him. Though on the other hand, Carlos was far too nice a person for that, so it was more likely that he would just ignore TK.
But none of that mattered when Carlos needed him â and it certainly wasnât anything he needed to discuss with Katy. Who, obviously, was still in the dark about the two of them. They hadnât been at the Honky Tonk together in weeks, for obvious reasons, but Katy didnât seem to find that odd.
Besides, if Carlos was truly sloshed, then maybe he wouldnât even realize it was TK who helped him. Because if he would, TK was pretty sure he would resist.
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Lavender Love
Pairing: Sunshine/reader
Warnings: none, just pure fluff
wordcount: 2.7k
A/N, i purely wrote this cause i wanted to read smth like it but couldn't find it. I just need more Sunshine content ngl. (also first time posting fanfic to tumblr, be kind :))
*gif not mine*
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Sunrays softly dance around on the pond in the garden. The wind ruffles the coloured leaves in the trees. Your footsteps creating a soft crackling sound on the path. You take a deep breath, feeling your lungs fill with cold autumn air. The flowers may be finish blooming for a few weeks most are bright and lively. You reach out your hand to smell some. Lavender, your favourite. You take out your sketchbook and start sketching out the little flowers.
Short strokes of your pencil on the paper is all you focus on, until you feel soft drips on your hand. You look up, the sky had been painted a dark grey signalling you to return inside. You hadnât noticed that someone was observing you from the other side of the pond. Your jacket is almost soaked when you step inside, the rain storm had caught you.
Once you walk into the sibling quarters and arrive at your dorm you notice a small something in front of your door. You reach to pick it up when you see it is a small bundle of lavender, you grab it and look around hoping whoever left it was still around. Yet, the quarters were empty beside a few cats that roamed around.
You enter your dorm, hanging your coat to dry and filling a small vase with water for the lavender. The little bundle smells nice and very strong for its size, which you donât mind. You pull your sketchbook out of your bag to finish the page for the lavender.
Over the next few weeks there were more small bundles of flowers left at your doorstep, some had little notes attached. âI hope you have a day as sweet as the smell of lavenderâ and other sweet little notes. One day a bundle with many flowers that you had studies showed up with a little card. âHi, meet me at the lavender bush by the pond at 13h <3â. It seems a little odd to you but youâre too curious about who had send you the flowers these past weeks. While preparing you throw a few extra snacks in your art bag; (Which holds your notebook, sketchbook, some art supplies but mainly snacks). Your mind wonders off thinking who could be the secret flower bringer.
The clock indicates that it is 12.48 so you throw on your jacket and shoes. You swing your bag around your shoulder as you exit your dorm heading towards the garden. There are barely any clouds in the sky, the wind is rustling in the last leaves on the trees. You walk down to the pond, noticing that no one is there yet. You check your watch. 12.57. You sit down close by the lavender bush and stare at the water that is half hidden away by the leaves that have fallen.
Soon you hear footsteps approach you, causing you to turn around. âHelloâ you say with a kind smile, you recognise the stranger to be Sunshine. Your eyes meet with her eyes, âhelloâ she says while taking place next to you. The two of you sit in silence, not knowing how to start the conversation.
âAre you the one who left flowers at my doorstep for weeks?â you break the silence and turn to her. She turns her gaze to the pond and softly nods. âI love it, it is nice to have flowers in your room. Really brings in some cosiness, donât you think?â you continue. âYes, flowers do bring a nice feeling to a roomâ she responds in a soft voice. Silence returns and both of you stare into the pond.
âWhy did you ask me to meet?â you break the silence again. You turn to her and notice her cheeks are flushed and that she is nervously fiddling with the grass. âWell, uhm. I. I wanted.â She stumbles over her words. âI wanted to learn more about flowers, and it seems like you know a lot about themâ she finally manages to say causing her to seem relieved. âWell, I know a fair share thing about flowers and plants, so you are right about thatâ you say while reaching for your sketchbook.
You talk about all the flowers and plants you have been studying and drawing for the past months. Sunshine listens with a lot of attentions asking questions here and there. You show her every single page you have filled so far, she seems beyond interested in it. Complimenting almost every drawing that accompanies the notes. The compliments one by one paint a fluster on your face, causing you to be glad that her focus lies more on your sketchbook in your hands.
The two of you continue to talk for hours, the sky being painted slowly painted by darkness. The conversation had already moved beyond plants and onto more personal territory. You learned that Sunshine loves pastel colours, pasta and well of course music. However, you didnât know she adores classical music and opera. The darkness reminded you to return inside, where you said your goodbyes to each other.
Over the weeks she strikes up conversations with you, about anything she could think off. More and more she would join you when you were researching plants to be around you, which you didnât mind.
On this particular day it had snowed so much the night before that going outside was a death sentence, leaving you to help others with their duties. You spend the entire day sweeping the hallways and stoking up the hearths to keep the Abbey sort of liveable. In the end of the afternoon, you sneak away to your dorm to rest.
Trudging through the sibling quarters you are met by a small bouquet of flowers at your doorstep. âItâs the dead of the winter, how did anyone get flowers?â you wonder while reaching to grab the bouquet âah, that makes more sense, theyâre made of paper. They still look very lovelyâ you murmur to yourself. You enter your dorm and place the paper flowers in an empty glass on your small desk that is filled with notes and sketches. You plop down on your bed and roll into a blanket, readying yourself to take a well-deserved nap. When you almost doze off, you are startled by a rapid but soft rapping at your door. You unroll yourself from the blankets and walk over to the door.
When you open the door, you are greeted by Sunshine. âWhat are you doing here?â you ask her. âWell normally I would join you in your studies outdoors but since we canât go outside. I figured I would still hang out with youâ she explains while anxiously fiddling with her sleeves. âThatâs okay, come inâ you say letting her in.
You plop down on the couch and signal for her to sit down next to you. âI was actually going to take a nap, but we could watch a movie or something?â you suggest, too tired to think of something else. âOh, I didnât mean to disturb you from sleep. I can leave again so you can sleep in peaceâ she says standing up. âDonât worry about it. I like hanging out with youâ you exclaim, why did I say that, WHY DID I SAY IT LIKE THAT. That was way too enthusiastic to be just friendly, why am I such an idiot.
Your brain falls quiet when you feel her lips brush softly against yours. Quickly she pulls away, her eyes filled with fear âSorryâ she murmurs. Your cheeks are flustered up âItâs okayâ you murmur assuring her. You look up and meet her eyes, the panic in them has been mainly replaced by longing. A longing you also feel coursing through your body, a longing for her.
She scoots herself even closer to you, placing herself under your arm and leaning against your chest. Your heartbeat only speeds up more and more, you hope that she doesnât notice it. A few helpless attempts to calm your heartbeat go by but over time the thumping in your chest slows down. Your arm is becoming restless and a bit painful, âWant something to drink?â you ask âTea? Hot Chocolate?â. âHot chocolate sounds nice" she says shifting herself to sit next to you again.
You walk over to the compact kitchen in your dorm. You reach for the cabin with mugs and grab two of them; one has drawn pictures of lavender on it and the other has a small cat on it. While you turn on the kettle and grab the cacao, Sunshine has joined you in the kitchenette.
When the water boils you put it in the mugs and stir in the cacao powder. You turn around and hand Sunshine the lavender mug, âCareful it is hotâ. She smiles and takes over the mug from you. Sunshine sits down on the couch again, both of you put down the drinks on the coffee table. âOne secondâ you say and walk off to your bedroom. You grab one of the blankets on your bed and a few book about nature of your nightstand. Once you return Sunshine sits on the couch with her legs pulled up to her chest sipping from her mug.
You plop down next to her and put the books next to your drink. Sunshine scoots closer to you and you drape the blanket around the shoulders of both of you. A question that has been wandering around your mind for ages finally finds an escape, âWhy do you hang out with me so much? I mean I am not that special, Iâm just another sibling of sin. Nothing more.â Why am I like this? Why do I have to ruin every nice moment I have. Canât I really not act normal for once. The thoughts slowly infect your mind.
âTo me youâre not just another sibling of sin. To me you are special, your interest and care for plants intrigued me. Ever since Iâve gotten to know you more and more, Iâve been lingering for more. Lingering to know more about you, your interest and the attention to detailâ. Your cheeks fluster up and you turn to face your lap as she continues, âAnd not just your mind interests meâ your heartbeat speeds up again. what does she mean by that? Does she? No, thatâs stupid, is it? Her voice trails off, unsure of how to continue.
The silence takes over, neither of you sure of how to react. Sunshine still sips on her hot chocolate, leaning against your shoulder. You have grabbed one of the book and flip trough the pages, stopping on the page about lavender. You lay the open book on the table in front of you and grab your mug.
âLavender is such a lovely thingâ Sunshine says âNot only the plant and the smell, but also the association with the colourâ. you raise your eyebrow, unsure of what she means âWell the flower as well as the colour lavender became a symbol for queer empowerment and resistance. It adds on to why I adore lavender so muchâ she says in a dreamy voice. âWhat do you mean?â you ask, unsure of what she is trying to say.
She snuggles closer to you, her head resting against yours, âIâm not sureâ she looks up at you, her glare moves to your lips. Suddenly her hand grabs your chin, and she turns your head to face her. Her eyes finding yours. âIs it okay if I ki-â she didnât get to finish her sentence as you already pressed your lips against hers. She melts into your lips, itâs a short but sweet kiss. You pull back and stare back into her eyes, noticing a twinkle formed in them. You can feel your face fluster up again, but Sunshine her cheeks are also coloured a soft reddish pink. You canât admire her face for long as she pulls you in for another kiss.
Her lips feel soft on yours. Her smell fills your noise and drowns out your thoughts. There is only the now, nothing other than you and her. She places her hand behind your head locking you in the kiss, causing you to melt into the kiss more. After a short while her hands moved from your shoulders to your back to then rest on your hips. Your arms are wrapped around her neck, causing your bodies to be pressed up against each other.
Her hands finds the hem of your shirt and carefully tugs on it, you pull yourself away and stare at your lap. âSorryâ Sunshine says , âI-Itâs fine, itâs meâ you say with a shaking voice. âItâs just thatâ how do I explain this? âI am asexual.â âWhat is that?â Sunshine asks tilting her head. âWell for me it means I feel no sexual attraction, nothing. For me personally I donât like anything that has to do with sex and all that. Kissing, snuggling all that is fine, but more? It's just not it for me.â
She listens carefully and thinks about your words for a few seconds âThat makes senseâ.
âWhat do you mean by that?â you ask confused
âWell, ehm. I⊠I understand that feeling, I donât always have it. It is like that most the time, not always. I thought something was off about me.â Her voice trails off into quiet.
âThere is nothing off about youâ you cup her face in your hands and give a small kiss on the tip of her nose, causing her to smile.
You rake your fingers through her hair and tuck one of her curls behind her pointy ear. She tiredly leans against your shoulder, her breath slowing. You interlock your fingers in hers, rubbing your thumb over her knuckle. âI think we are both pretty tired, the couch is not super comfortable to sleep onâ you say hoping she understood what you were trying to signal. âWhere else could we take a good napâ she says while a yawn escapes her mouth.
You stand up and lead her to the bedroom, âMay I suggest, a bed. Perfect for sleeping activitiesâ you josh at her. She rolls her eyes at you and sits down on the side of the bed. You plop down next to her, still having the blanket draped around your shoulders.
You notice how cold your room is and wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. Sunshine takes notice and wraps her arm around you. Another yawn escapes her mouth, âletâs lay down and nap already, then we may wake up in time for dinner.â Why are her yawns so damn adorable? You think to yourself.
You stand up and pull back the bedcovers and step into your bed. You scoot over to the wall making that there is enough space for another body, and you pat on the empty spot next to you. âAre you sure?â Sunshine says having turned to face you. You can see that she iy shivering, presumably from the cold. âIt is cold, and we are both tired, this will kill two birds in one stone. You donât have to sleep here, you can also go take a nap elsewhere if you prefer?â you say hoping that you arenât hurting her feelings.
âIt is cold everywhere in the Abbey, the ghoul dorms somehow being some of the coldestâ Sunshine says while she steps into the bed as well. You can feel her shiver. You pull her closer to you, hoping to warm her body and at least stop her from shivering. She lays her head against your chest, causing you to pray to your heart beat to slow down.
Sunshine curls up further against you and you wrap your arms around her. You can feel her warm up more and more. You listen to her breathing calm as your eyes feel heavy themselves. You curl yourself around Sunshine and get a bit more comfortable. Your nostrils are filled with the smell of her, finally you recognize it; she smells like lavender.
So, with the warm bundle of Sunshine in your arms you drift off into your well-deserved and needed sleep.
#the band ghost#ghost the band#ghost band#sunshine ghoulette#nameless ghoulettes#ghost#sunshine ghoulette x reader fluff#sunshine x reader#the band ghost fic#ghost fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#long post
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Question: cringe culture is 100% dead, but I'm curious what you'd pick as your most embarrassing fandom, past or present? I know some people consider supernatural to be a guilty pleasure but honestly there's some other fandoms that I'm way more embarrassed to still like
Generally, Iâm not really embarrassed about any of the stuff Iâve been into. If I liked it, clearly it brought me joy at the time and thatâs what matters. You know, how would I be the person I am today if I didnât play Undertale or even if I didnât read every creepypasta I could get my hands on as a kid? That plus my memory problems means no cringe for me lol. But I guess I could talk about a few.
MLP was back when the show was still airing â I want to say 3rd or 4th season? â and I just dove into the fandom because âwoah guys did you know that people write stories about the ponies? That there are infinite amount of stories to read?â Which, you know, ups and downs, you got your Keepers of Discord but youâve also got your Cupcakes. (Though, to be honest, the fact that I had a reading of Cupcakes bookmarked on my computer to listen to to help me fall asleep? probably explains uhm. Some Stuff About Me.) Honestly, wouldnât trade my time with MLP for anything, and I still love the show and a lot of fanworks dearly. I rewatch Lullaby for a Princess every few weeks, I reread Something Sweet To Bite every Halloween, and when I canât sleep, I still find myself going to ObabScribbler or TheLostNarratorâs YouTube channels to find fic readings to calm my brain down.
Dream SMP is⊠more complicated. Obviously, if you know anything about it, you know all the shit that came out. I wonât get into that here because thatâs not really a part of my experience? Just sort of a gross thing that overshadows it all, even though I was out of the fandom before any of that stuff was known. I actually got into it to bond with my little sister, she loved that stuff, and damn it all, but I got unironically sucked in by just the fantastic work that came out of a fandom surrounding a minecraft roleplay server lol. They arenât wrong about the art that got made for those YouTubers, itâs all stunningly good. And itâs how I found Sad-istâs animations on YouTube. Still subscribed to them, their work is always beautiful to watch, the old Dream SMP stuff and the new stuff. And I liked bonding with my sister over the bonkers minecraft lore. The end of that hyperfixation was when Technoblade died. Got too real, all of a sudden, too close to home, and I peaced out hard. It was good, though, while I was there. I liked having something to talk to my sister about.
Uhhhh okay out of that downer ending letâs talk about Sherlock. Yes hi hello original superwholock-er here, despite only seeing the first two seasons of doctor who but IT COUNTS. I canât even be mad at past me for liking Sherlock because I probably wouldnât be as close to my friends as I am if we hadnât all been watching s3-4 live. And dunking hard on s4. I was never a johnlock conspiracy person, so that helps. There was the time my friend read us outloud some Johnlock mpreg ass birth fanfic in math class. That was⊠an experience. I give this a âI canât plug my phone in without being haunted by his voiceâ/10
And finally, back to serious town, Harry Potter. I donât even have anything good to say here, really. The whole âmourning something important to my childhoodâ phase is long over, the damage continues to be done, and. And nothing. I just donât want to see it anymore. Itâs not shame or cringe, I guess, itâs more like⊠disappointment. Not at myself, because fuck it, dude, I was a kid, I knew everything there was to know about the books, I waited for the mail when I turned eleven, I wrote âHogwarts is my Homeâ on the inside of my closet like a ward to keep me safe. The first thing I ever read about being trans was a damn Harry Potter fic, one of the first podfics I ever made, too, though I was too chicken to post it. So whatâs left except disappointment, even the anger long gone because it just keeps happening. I just donât want to see it anymore.
Anyway, uhhhhm. Hope that suffices as an answer lol, I rambled on way too long.
#sorry wow lol you asked for one I gave you four#I am bad at being concise sorry#anyway if you want me to say which one is most embarrassing â itâs Sherlock. thatâs the only one Iâm a little embarrassed about.#ask#mlp#dream smp#harry potter#sherlock#< in case anyone has those blocked o7
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Uhm, hello, hi, good evening? night? morning? early morning? It's 2:17am... So, my hours are royally borked... I guess being sick will do that to you... đ«
I've been doodling a lot the past few days and looking up a lot of Youtube videos. When I say a lot, I mean a LOT.
A lot for me is already massive, so imagine multiplying that even further. That's... well... đ€Ż
At first I was looking for a way to put this pose I was trying to do in a better perspective. And then I was like y'know what, I know how to do that, it's just not coming out how I want it for some reason- so let me brush up on the pose method I typically do-
-And then I couldn't find the pose method I typically do.
... as if that method fell off the face of the planet. đđ”
Like, what?
So I went on a massive search for "my method" and in that search I found the official method for how I draw heads- which I didn't know was a method. I guess I've been doing it a lazy way all this time? So, now I can do a more structured version of that- holy wow. A method to the madness! (or I can continue being lazy, lol đ)
Before I continue and ramble on, let's start with the head method. It's called the Loomis Method. There's a ton of videos out there on Youtube and stuff but here's a good one:
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His is 25 mins, and I understand not everyone has that much time to watch vids but it's worth it if you you're trying to learn something new and absorb info.
Here's another one teaching the same method in 9:30 mins. It's shorter and not as "refined" (with perfect circles. Who freehands perfect circles anyways? not me~ đ« ) but has more information packed into it about the method.
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Honestly watching both wouldn't hurt as each of them bring something different to the table.
After finding that, I resumed my search for my pose method and came across something called Gesture Drawing. This isn't my method but it's pretty darn close to it, and it caught my attention.
I was looking up vid after vid- wow this is cool. The techniques used here have so much potential... but I'm on a mission here and I'm trying to get a thing done by Valentine's day.
I do think if someone is interested in getting into Gesture Drawing though, this is a good video:
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Having watched so many vids, and of the dozens I DID watch, this felt the most complete and explanatory and thorough and easy to follow, etc đđ»
Finally in the late evening, I found what I was searching for. And it was in the Gesture Drawing category. The title of the video is called "Quick Pose Gesture Sketching" so to me it sounds like it's a mesh of Gesture and Sketching, but this is basically how I learned to sketch posing and I've been doing it this way for a long time. Its worked for me all this time and I've never felt a need to change my ways.
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Or at least until this past week when I couldn't get a perspective on this one specific pose to work for me. It could just be that I haven't drawn in a very long time and everything is feeling off. I just need to tinker around in my art program and not on a sketchpad (because I was drawing with a pencil and paper for a change - which could be it too. I haven't done that for a few years now).
I guess I get to do that "tinkering" thing tomorrow because it's way too late....... this morning? *looks at the time* [3:05am] đ oof. I just wanted to share a handful of great helpful videos I found.
Remember a post ago, or a couple posts ago (I forget already) I posted my color palettes of my colored pencils? One of the artists I've been sharing vids of made a new video for working with small colored pencil sets and making a color wheel- essentially making your own colored sheet. It's handy if you're not too familiar with color theory;
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Hi Starr! Uhm this is my first time going into your askbox I like your DCA arts alot uhmâ Happy Halloween!! Treats pls owo
Oooooo Hi Hello!!!! Thank you so much!!!
And in the spirit of halloween (my favorite holiday) I give you a soft Moon doodle I never posted (and sketches from an AU i can't quite talk about yet)
Happy Early Halloween!!!
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