#for now i still prefer ram tho

[csarites]

Brother Moments in Nightwing Annual 2021

pt. 2

(spoiler alert, duh.)

8. Feel free to hit me hard.

First of all, I love the tribute/shout out to Nightwing's current main team from Tom Taylor. The current Nightwing is written by Tom Taylor with art by Bruno Redondo and colors by Adriano Lucas.

Taylor is also the writer for this year's Nightwing Annual and it seems he slipped in a tribute to the rest of his main team in Oracle's dialogue when she made a report to Nightwing.

That aside, let's talk about the scene itself. I think it's pretty funny how they're both adults now but Dick still won't let Jason drive (for now, at least).

And I feel like this scene symbolises Jason's inner turmoil which tends to punish himself over the things he's done in the past. But I might be reading too much into this lmao.

Ramming into Clayface with the Batmobile is a pretty cool entrance made by the two oldest Batbros though.

9. Clayface grabs Dick.

Jason really came to Dick's defense here.

Jason: put my damn brother down, bitch

And Clayface really underestimated Jason's daddy issues, huh.

It's a pretty funny scene though. I don't know why Clayface thought it'd be a good idea to morph into Batman of people.

There isn't much to talk about in this scene but I included it because I think it's amusing.

10. Jason gets to drive.

See, Jason, this is exactly why Dick never lets you drive.

And the one time he did let Jason drive, he wrecks the Batmobile.

I guess Dick handing the keys over to Jason symbolises letting him take over the mission, too. Since Jason is personally involved with this case now (his mother overdosed from drugs supplied by Wolfgang Blysma, aka the villain who hired Clayface).

who knew he'd end up wrecking their dad's car tho lmao

11. Epic entrance.

Not much to talk about here, just a super epic entrance by the Batbros.

Also, I consider it canon that Jason grew to be taller than Dick (most fanart also depict Jason as taller than Dick). So I'm a little disappointed that it wasn't integrated into this issue (it's a personal preference, though).

12. Conclusion of the story.

I like their friendly banter here, it's rather cute.

I'm glad Jason is satisfied with seeing criminals getting justice. After all, there was a time when violence seemed to be the only way out for him. He's learning to control his violence better, and we're all so proud of you.

It's funny how they both agree not to tell Dad that they took his car out for a joyride (and wrecked it).

This issue seems to tie a lot of the current events to past events, back when Jason was Robin. It fits so well and the story is thoroughly wholesome.

What a great story, definitely one of my favourite Dick and Jason team-ups.

Bonus: Good Brother!Dick dialogue.

I personally love the fact that Dick told Jason that he's proud of him, even mentioning that Bruce probably is, too.

They're a pretty troubled family, but they sure do love each other, don't they?

that concludes all i've got for everyone today, see u in the post! don't forget to read the current Nightwing run, it's reallt good!

<- part 1

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It’s Getting Messy

April 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most. Although I’m liking a lot of them right now. 

Ongoing Series - Thai

La Cuisine (GaGa Sat) Ep 7 - Ram taking a photo of Chup being happy because everybody likes his dumplings is the cutest thing ever. Also gnawing-on-knuckles adorable confession scene. I love this show. 

Cutie Pie (YouTube Sat) Ep 9 - not a whole lot happened but what did was pretty sexy. More pretty thn sexy, tho. Frankly, I’m a little bored with Lian & Kuea, I’d like to see more of the other couples.  

Star in My Mind (Fri YouTube) Ep 3 - it’s dangerous to give Mek a guest appearance, he’s so damn charismatic, we just pay attention to him. (Please don’t ask me why Dao isn’t using phi or P’Fah as direct address with his older brother, I’ve no idea. Speculation: they lived in Germany, so westernized family dynamic or a European parent?) Anygay, add in drunk boys all crushing on and flirting with each other + an epic a jealousy cuddle and suddenly I’m loving this show. It doens’t take much with me, okay? 

KinnPorsche (iQIYI Sat) Ep 3 - Finally, I’m starting to jive with this one. I like it when we get to see Porsche as a capable bodyguard, and I prefer it when it’s more serious (and messy gay) and less slapstick. So for me, the 2nd half of this ep was actually good. Great kiss, although it came out of nowhere. Still, I’m warming up to KP. I think it helps that Jeff finally showed up, if only in silhouette. 

What Zabb Man! (YouTube Sat) Ep 3 - in classic Star Hunter style this is a delightful hot mess, but in this case emphasis on delightful and hot. Oh it’s also messy af but I’m digging it and digging in. 

Meow Ears Up (GaGa Tue) Ep 2 - I am getting very “indulgent daddy” vibes from Mr. DD, and I’m not mad about it. Of course, I know we are in the kitty play arena (yes, it’s an actual kink) but still this daddy is awful fond. It’s great. 

Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Soul (iQIYI Weds) Ep 5 - The slow burn romance in this series is really well done. Not to mention all of the external tension with the doctors in competition and their various cases, it is great. This is a solid little show, a doubt it’ll end happy tho.

Triage (AISplay Mon) Ep 1 - Tin, a doctor, gets stuck in a time loop where he must stop a drunk college kid from dying in order to escape the loop. (I feel like I saw this Kdrama a few years ago and didn’t like it.) I am NOT a fan of time-loop narratives (I think I’m the only person on the planet who actively hates Groundhog Day) but I DO like a strong premise and this cast is killer - so I’m sticking with it (if possible). I don’t see how they will stretch the premise to 10 episode but I’m game to watch them try, and I hope it gets better distribution because I think this has broad appeal and is very well done.  

Cupid's Last Wish (YouTube Sun) Ep 4 - I guess I liked the “boy deals with a period” bit, glad they depicted that part of bodyswap, but still I’m not vibing with this show. 

Miracle of the Teddy Bear - ON HOLD, waiting for YT distribution

The Tuxedo (GaGa Sat) Ep 8fin - GMMTV: watch us regularly squander glorious chemistry on terrible scripts. The Tuxedo: hold my beer. I’m not gonna bother to review this because it MADE NO SENSE and I refuse to give it any bandwidth, but I really hope we see these boys again in something better and more worthy of them. 3/10 NOT RECOMMENDED 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Plus and Minus (Taiwan Viki Fri) Ep 3 - gosh it’s just GREAT. How nice to have Taiwan back in the game. Honestly, I love their style. Is “ classy queer” a thing, like the opposite of camp? This is it. Kinda the antidote to SCOY, should you need such a thing. Which I DO. 

Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai! AKA Mr Unlucky Has No Choice But to Kiss! (Japan Viki Fri) Ep 1 - honestly it’s JAPAN and they kissed in the first episode? What freaky alt-reality have I entered into? I LIKE it here. But, are they crossbreeding with Taiwan again? *settles back* Let’s just enjoy the ride on this one, I think it’s gonna be ADORABLE. But, never forget, Japan’s attitude is ALWAYS “here, hold my beer.” 

The Promise  (Vietnam YouTube) Ep 1 - stepbrothers trope, enemies to lovers, high school, reunion romance. Narrative has a “memoir” framework. Sort of Cherry Blossoms After Winter if they were enemies and a grumpy/tsundere pairing. Okay so maybe not CBAW at all. Seems like it could end up being sad, but production values are pretty high for a VBL so I’m gonna watch it. 

Gossip

New Thai BL Ai Long Nhai has started filming (based on y-novel of the same name by Nathakorn). Familiar faces include Porsch (Bright in Together With Me), Meen (Tul in LBC2), Yacht (everything), Gun & Pak (Valen & Kaitoon in Love Area) Jom (Jin in Nitman)  Nice (Arthur in Second Chance). I’m excited, this is obviously a pulp, but that cast is really GOOD. 

Thai BL Ghost Host, Ghost House has also started filming, stars Tod (Peat from Love Area). 

KBL Love Class starring Kim Tae Hwan and Han Hyeon Jun, drops May 13th on Bilibili to the Asian market, no word on international distribution. 

Idol Romance's KBL The Circumstances Of Pungdeok Villa Room 304 (based on a novel by Blue Code) will star Yoon Seobin & Kim Jiwoong (8 eps, 25min ea). That’s the same couple from Kissable Lips and I think this is Korea first instance of a repeat pair. Interesting. I thought they had great chemistry (although I didn’t like KL) so I’m happy about the casting. Plot: Happy-go-lucky third-generation chaebol kicked out by his father and told to man tf up. Ends up accidentally cohabitating with coworker of his dreams. Or something like that.

Kpop group DKZ’s prior album first week’s sales? 1,482. Latest comeback? 107,965. Why do we care, BL universe? Because the reason for that 100x increase? Most likely Park Jae Chan’s appearance as SongWoo in Semantic Error (and companion promo activities). Apparently he had to convince his company to let him do it. Do you feel drunk with power? I do. (source KPOP Junkee) 

In Case You Missed it

First ep of new VBL The Promise (Biển Lặng) dropped out of nowhere. It’s from director Oril ‘Domesticity4all’ Nguyen (My Monster in Law 2, Follow My Sunshine). Stepbrothers trope, high school, reunion romance. This one, I added it into my rotation. 

AisPlay has made the Thai BL adaptation of Love Stage!! available on YouTube with ENGSUB! 

Sing in Love AKA Koi Kogare Utae (adapted from the manga of the same name) got a trailer. It’s about sexual assault survival and looks dark. I intend to wait and see what those braver than me have to say after it ends. Thus I’m not going to bother trying to track the darn thing down. You’re on your own, let me know how it goes. 

Saneha Stories 4 - I’m watching it but it’s not BL, so I’m not covering it in the normal reviews. This is more like a very queer Friend Zone 2. Main character Nicky is an unlikeable hot bisexual (or just gay? whatever) mess. The usual “everyone wants him for no good reason.” And he’s being a chaos asshole about his identity crisis with lots of collateral damage. But hoe boy howdy is it GREAT to see Pulster again. Will SOMEONE please give this beautiful boy the lead in a BL? PLEASE.

Frankly, I think we have all waited long enough. Some of us since My Dear Loser. Thailand, it’s time. 

Next Week Looks Like This: 

On Tusday KBL Ocean Likes Me premiers on Viki aldo KimCop + Star Hunter’s latest That’s My Candy (also on Viki). My Secret Love (formerly Secret Admirer) was maybe supposed to start this week but I haven’t heard a peep in ages so maybe not. 

This week’s best moments?

Yes, thank you KinnPorsche, THIS is what I signed up for with this show. Please. 

We stan the confident king. 

Hi Mek. I had money on you never doing a BL. I guess all rocks crack under sufficient pressure. 

Except, yeah, it actually WAS. 

SUCH a manga shot, this one. Look @heretherebedork​: the hip-cock! 

SCOY is doing it again. 

I love them BOTH unreasonably already. 

I did a Takumi-kun on GaGa rewatch this week and caught this bit for the first time, pursuant to our gay marriage rep in BL convo... interesting that it’s in one of the very first and most iconic BLs ever, no? 

[strawberriebunn]

Oikawa is a beta, even though some may think he’s a alpha or even omega with how he acts. He has traces of both in his personality, but he’s very much in the middle. He doesn’t get ruts, nor heats, but he’ll help you out, wether it be taking you during your heat, you fucking him on your rut, or just casual love making if your just in between like him.

Iwaizumi is an Alpha, top of the ranks, and the embodiment of being the leader of the pack. He doesn’t really care if you’re an omega, beta, or alpha (but does secretly gravitate to omegas more due to his second gender). He’s possessive in his marking, scenting, all that jazz. Especially if you can give him pups. A bit aggressive on his rut tho, so probably say goodbye to your hips and back 👋 (it’s a damn good fucking though 14/10)

Matsukawa, another alpha. His large stature and his very obvious BDE (along w a large knot that is scary to his mate the first few times), brings him up next to Iwaizumi, tho still a lower status than him. Also another to not care what second gender his mate is, but also another one that will break your back and hips with how hard he’s gripping and ramming you into the mattress. Will always prep you tho, even when he’s just ready to just go(9/10 for effort my dude).

Hanamaki is a beta. Sure he may act cocky, and hang around all his alpha friends, but he’s a huge sub. That’s why he prefers alphas and betas, but will still take omegas. He’s more personality than second gender. (Still a fucking brat). Will take dildos up his ass and moan like a bitch. Play with his dick and he’s cumming on your hand in seconds. He’s sensitive to your touches and will beg for you too.

Kyotani is a omega. It might come to a surprise but here’s the point (my opinion •3•). He’s feisty, someone who doesn’t want to submit to others of higher rank (except for those where they gain his respect, ie. Iwaizumi), and will fight for better treatment than being treated like only a bitch to breed. Once his heat comes around tho, whiny, submissive, and a big crybaby (also a fucking brat).

Yahaba, beta. Sure he acts like he might be a alpha, but he knows damn well that he’ll cower once a real threat is in front of him. He’ll probably prefer either another beta or omega, just so his ego and pride won’t get hurt, but deep inside he would want a alpha to put him in his place, to be their bitch. (Also another fucking brat)

(@blurring-stars ahaha I’m back whoops-)

I- I have ascended 🥴

tw: breeding

Beta!Tooru who is running himself ragged trying to keep you satiated during your heat. He’s been pumping himself into you for hours on end at this point, trying to give you what you’ve been asking for. “Want your pups ‘ru, gimme pups.” Which is what was fueling him to go that much harder. He knows he can’t give you the knot you really want but that doesn’t stop him from lifting your bottom half up in the air ,out of the press he had you in, to just sit balancing in the air so that the cum he just pumped deep inside you hopefully sticks this time. (Since imma complete sub I had to make it somewhat self-indulgent for my fave.)

Alpha!Iwaizumi who is taking you brutally from behind with only one thing on his mind; to breed you. He’s normally not like this when it comes to your sex life, only this way once he’s in a rut. You knew it was coming when you realized he’d been a lot clingier this upcoming week, scenting and biting on your mate mark constantly. It’s not like you have any complaints when you’re just taking the brutal slams of his hips to your thighs, drooling all the awhile. You let out a loud drawn out moan once he finally pops his knot into you, babbling and grasping the sheets in front of you to try and ground you. Once you’ve come back to, you feel him nuzzling you’re neck muttering “ ‘m gonna fill you up, with m’ pups. “

Alpha!Issei whos plowing into you as far as he can possibly go, with you babbling incoherently beneath him in the press youre in. “ ‘m gonna give you my knot , ‘mega. You gonna take it?” he asks in a slow drawl. You barely have enough brain capacity to nod and utter a small “ ‘ssei “. Which is enough to tip him over the edge and shove all the way to his hilt. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a silent squeal , you can feel him in your cervix it seems. “Hurts ‘ssei , hurts.” you mumble out with tears flowing down your cheeks. “ I know, I know. Just hold out for me, gonna give you my pups, gonna make sure it sticks.”

Beta!Makki who is whimpering above you while he’s balls deep inside you. He’s only just sunk in and he already feels like he’s gonna explode inside you. “Hiro,” you start, “hiro look at me.” It takes him a sec but his eyes meet yours when you place your hand on his cheek gently. “ Want you to cum in me, want your cum. Can you do that for me ?” , you sweetly ask him and he gives you a nod before he gets to work. For as much of a brat he may be , he’d do anything for you should you ask. (If you couldn’t tell I am a complete bottom so my switch stuff might be horrible 😣)

Omega!Kentaro who begrudgingly agreed when you offered to help him during his heat “ I guess since we’re mates now.” he had told you. Which caused you complete and utter whiplash at this point since he’s below you whining and keening for you to sink down on him already. You had been teasing him and taking your time since he wanted to be bratty earlier, so you decided to take your time just to make him suffer. “Please. “ Please what Omega?” you quipped back at him. “Please- Alpha.” he whimpered out to you, catching you off guard but causing you to smirk, you wouldn’t let him know that of course. But it scratched that itch in your brain, very well. “Good Omega, that’s just what I wanted.” you purr out before sinking down onto him finally, resulting in a high pitched mix between a moan and keen to come out from below you.

Beta!Yahaba who was not expecting this to be how your rut went. I mean he’s not surprised since you are and alpha but he wasn’t expected him to be whining and sniffling for you to let him cum at least once since you began your romp. He figures he earned this treatment considering he was being an absolute brat when you first came to him. “I know you’re an alpha , but you want me to fuck you silly on your rut hmmm?” he had quipped when you told him it was coming soon. Little did he know he’d be the one getting fucked silly. Too bad he can’t cum until you say so though.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello my beloved! ( Can I call you that? And people it's platonic!) I have an idea and this is for pogtopia wilbur and ghostbur! Can you do a reader who loves painting and one morning they find a picture of them with a note about the reader confessing to then but they didn't do it in person because they were really nervous? Thank you!

And please take as much time as you want also could it be a long story? Thank you!

- Your beloved Moosh 🥺

Moosh, darling! Hello! Yes, you have my full permission to call me that, thank you for asking! This is the third time I've written this story because Tumblr just really enjoys screwing me over...

Also. You never clarified whether you wanted fluff or angst, but it's Pogtopia Wilby so I kinda just went with angst? If you want a happy end to this, I'll rewrite this no problem! But it won't be as long because... Well, you'll see. Also also, I didn't exactly know where to throw the Ghosty Bur in, so... Yeaaaah? He's at the end tho!

THE FIRST PART IS LIKE NEW NEW POGTOPIA WILBUR

TW: (Sorry it didn't save the first time) C!Schlatt, bruising, threatened hanging, self doubt

Perfect Picture of Imperfection (Pogtopia!C!Wilbur x GN!Painter!Reader)

Maybe you painted Schlatt's horns the wrong colour? Or his jawline was off? He was furious when you finally showed him your art piece... It was the best you could do with the few hours you were given! Paint physically couldn’t dry as fast as Schlatt wanted it to you… He didn’t seem to care when he threw the wooden frame of the torn canvas at you, giving you a dark bruise right above your eye, or when he started yelling at you and threatening to burn your art studio down to the ground.

Or even when he grabbed you and suggested to Quackity to hang you at the gallows for insulting the emperor of Manberg.

The man you had once been friends with grinned widely and nodded happily, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He said, without a single care that you were a living human being, only giving a cheer as he picked you up so your feet were dangling on the ground, leaving you silent in terror. Tubbo only averted his gaze.

“Aww… You’re like a little fawn, caught in the torchlight of a traveller.” The ram hybrid smiled in a sickly sweet manner, causing the colour to drain from your face, “Come now, darling, I’m not a monster… You’re the only one of Wilbur’s sweet little subjects that he hasn’t gotten back, and here I thought you were his favourite… Or maybe he left you here to act as a sacrifice so they could all be off doing their own thing... Guess he prefers Niki over you…” He whispered as he dropped you, chuckling softly as you scurried out of the building as you quite literally ran for your life.

You called Wilbur when you were safely hidden in your house, gasps and sobs leaving your mouth quicker than tears could pool out of your eyes…

“(Y/n)... You can’t be calling me when-”

“Wil…?” You whispered into the communicator, your voice shaking enough to shut him up immediately, “He… He’s going to…” Hiccuping meekly, you curled in tighter on yourself as you heard Schlatt’s loud and pompous voice come over the speaker system he had hung up all around the once beautiful country, “I think I’m going to die here…”

The dead silence that followed through the line was sickening…

“Is it true…?” You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering aloud, “Is that why I’m the only one left here? Am I a sacrifice so you can live happily elsewhere? ...Is that why you haven’t come to get me?”

“(Y/n), I want you to never utter those words again.” His voice was dark and steely as there was a bit of crashing around that came from the other side as well as faint mumbles which were clearly from Tommy judging by all the swearing, “You are not a sacrifice. Now... Get your Enderchest and Inventory packed up, I’m coming to get you tonight, and then I’ll explain in person…”

The line cut off and you slowly lowered the communicator down from beside your ear. Your heart was sinking one minute, but soaring the next… A terrible feeling really. You were saved! But… He could get caught trying to come to get you… You couldn’t let that happen for sure. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your eyes free of tears before standing up and beginning to shove any necessary equipment into your Enderchest, including your finished painting of Wilbur that you were going to give to him when he won the election… And finally, confess your feelings…

When midnight hit and the lights of the city finally died down, you climbed up onto your roof and looked around for the president, fear and paranoia flooding through your veins as your mind went wild. What if he got caught? What if he was trying to give you false hope? What if. What if. What if. These sort of questions buzzed around in your mind for an hour as you waited for your saviour to arrive…

Finally, when enough became enough and you decided he wasn’t coming, you stopped pacing and slowly sat down on the roof as the tears began to start again. You could practically hear Schlatt chiding you in the back of your mind, telling you that you were a fool for holding out hope.

“(Y/n)!” A low hiss came from beside you and a hand touched your shoulder. You certainly would’ve screamed bloody murder if another hand hadn’t quickly wrapped around your mouth, “Sh, sh, sh, it’s me… It’s Wilbur.” The voice soothed softly as the hand left your mouth, quickly allowing you to turn your head.

It didn’t feel real… Seeing him after so long… And in an outfit other than his uniform. “Wil...bur?” You repeated, staring at him for a while before giving him a soft smile filled with relief, “You really came…”

“Of course I did!” He almost seemed offended for a moment before his eyes softened as he realized what Schlatt must’ve drilled into your head. Wilbur easily caught you as you flung your self at him, quickly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair, “I missed my artiste…” He whispered, donning a temporary french accent for the word ‘artist’.

Holding back a sob, you quickly grabbed his extended hand and followed him as he jumped off your roof, safely landing in a bed of hay that you used to feed your old farm animals that Schlatt confiscated before following him out of this damned country.

After that, things seemed to change between you and Wilbur. He always seemed to be at your side, choosing to personally train you rather than letting Techno train you with everyone else, or even running over ideas on how to expand Pogtopia with you rather than with Tommy. His touches always lingered longer or he somehow wound up leaning closer to you than originally necessary, but you never caught yourself complaining. He would watch you paint beautiful designs along the armour he had gifted you, knowing full well it would chip off and was heavily unnecessary, but he only smiled and let you continue doing it as long as it didn’t interfere with enchantments.

Each day with Wilbur became better and better, but your heart physically couldn’t take it any longer, you had to tell him that you felt this way for him… The way that you had to fight back the reddening of your cheeks when his chest pressed against your back as he adjusted your stance in training, or the way you had to struggle to regulate your breathing every time he complimented you on how far you had come…

He was going to be the death of you…

Your already calloused hands were bruised and blistered, but somehow, you were still able to hold a quill, pinched in between the fingers of your dominant hand. Wilbur had come to your Pogtopia home this morning, but upon realizing that he had knocked you to the ground a little too hard yesterday as you were incredibly stiff and sore, he let you have the day off of training.

This was at least a little chance… You had torn a page from your notebook and sat down at your handmade desk with a bitter sigh. Trust me, you wanted to tell him in person, but you were just too scared… Plus, maybe you could play it off as someone pulling a prank on him if it went south.

Biting your lip, your fingers treated the quill as a brush, delicately running the ink dipped tip over the top of the paper, letting your heart control what words you wanted the ink to form.

Wilbur,

You don't realize how much you mean to me. Although we've been friends for only a year, I feel as though I've known you my entire life. My connection to you is already so deep, and my love for you is already so strong that I can't remember what my life was like before we met. Even more, I can't imagine my life without you now. I can't imagine the future without you, either.

You have saved my life several times already. You have even saved me from myself several times, too! I am so thankful for your guidance and care. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I know that I can just give you a call. I know I can depend on you and, with your help, everything will turn out well.

I want you to know how I really feel. It's time for you to know that I'm ready to admit how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I know, this isn’t the best timing in our lives, but I trust it will get better through your leadership. I love you, Wilbur.

Please, don't ever forget how much I love you.

Love, (Y/n) (L/n)

Sighing, you put the quill into the inkpot and put your head in your bandaged hands. ‘This is going to work. It will work. Go on. Have faith in yourself, as Wil said…’ You took a few deep breaths and stood up, picking up the letter once it was dry and reading it over as many times as you physically could before your mind couldn’t handle it any longer.

Walking to the door, you cracked it open to search for any sign of your president, sighing again as you realized he was likely out helping gather resources. “Is… This enough?” You mumbled sadly as you stared down at the simple letter before looking at your Enderchest in thought. Surely you could give him a few emeralds or some gold… Yeah! That’s what you’d do! Smiling in victory, you quickly wandered over to the chest and opened it, digging through it for a few moments.

It was sort of empty…

You groaned as you remembered that you haven’t really been one of the miners or forgers for Pogtopia. Instead, you were one of the warriors, focused on protecting others instead of gathering supplies.

Going to shut the chest, you suddenly paused as you saw something colourful resting at the bottom. Pushing aside your old L’Manberg uniform, you gasped as you found your old painting of Wilbur from a few months ago. It was old, yes, and a little dusty but you were still proud of it even now! Perfect.

Pulling out the painting, you began to lightly brush the dust off of the picture, smiling at the splashes of paint and colour forming a picture. It was your magnum opus.

It was a painting of Wilbur holding up a massive L’Manberg flag against the sunlight with a wide smile and hope in his eyes… This was the day that L’Manberg won independence from DreamSMP…

Standing up again, you quickly hurried out the door and walked to Wilbur’s room, silently creaking open the door and looking around, even though you were well aware that he was gone for the day. You walked over to his desk and gently setting the painting down on top of the countless sheets of work, making sure not to mix up any of the papers, then putting your letter on top where he could see it before hurrying out before you could change your mind.

Thankfully you got out when you did because, by the time you pulled an already baked potato out of the furnace, Wilbur came down the stone stairs, looking extremely exhausted, “(Y/n), my artiste…” He murmured with a smile, “I’m glad to see you’re still up and going… I was worried we would have to make you a healing pot.”

“It’s not too bad… It’s mostly just my hands that hurt.” You chuckled and held up your shaking bandaged hands, “You want me to cook you up some potatoes and carrots? Or I could maybe try and get some steak cooked up before you go to work?”

Wilbur tried to smile a bit, deciding not to question why your hands were shaking so badly, taking everything out of his inventory and placing them in their designated chests. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m going to go get ready for Tubbo’s report… I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

You gave him a small wave before Wilbur disappeared into his office. Taking a sharp intake of breath, you quickly followed after him and peeked through the tiny crack in the door where he didn’t close it all the way. He stood in his room silently for a moment before throwing his hat off at a wall, screaming into hands, muffling it heavily to the point where you wouldn’t have heard it if you were still near the furnaces. Wilbur threw off his jacket before plopping himself into his chair with his head in his hands for a few moments, then lifting it to stare at the painting that you had placed.

He was still for a long time, then he slowly picked up the note, his eyes softened slightly before his face broke out into a wide and genuinely happy smile before his mouth twitched and the smile began to fall, tears bubbling into his chocolate coloured eyes. Wilbur held the note up to his chest and slouched back against his chair, sobbing into his hand, whispering ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly.

Frowning, you realized that he physically couldn’t return your love because of the stress of caring for Pogtopia and trying to win back L’Manberg. With a sad smile, you stood up and walked to your room, putting your head down as you saw water droplets hit the stone below you, “It wasn’t a no…” You tried to tell yourself, ignoring the tears running from your eyes as you shut the door, sliding down to your knees.

The next few weeks after that were hell, the complete opposite of the Utopia that you were blinded by for the past month. Wilbur asked Techno to pick up your training, and he never even spoke to you about it again… It was the Piglin hybrid that awkwardly told you. During dinner, Wilbur would practically eat as little as possible as he ignored you, trying to make any situation where he would be in the same room as you as short as possible.

“Wil-...” You reached out to the president but watched as he only gave you the saddest gaze before walking past you as if he never saw you. But he would have no problems talking to Niki, or anyone else! It wasn’t fair!

Time ticked by in a haze of fog and you quickly watched the man you had once fallen in love with becoming a complete shadow of his former self… It was sickening… He… Lost it… His mind was becoming twisted… And all you could do was watch in horror…

You knew something was wrong when he crept away from the festival and the celebration… But you just decided that he was going to take a break from the excitement. He was quite old after all…

Then the ground shook with booming roars as TNT blew craters into the earth, sending debris scattering and people screaming, scattering for their lives. Gasps of terror escaped your lips as you realized the cause of it all… You hopped over gunpowder scented broken stone and batted the smoke away as you saw the final picture to paint the last stroke of horror in your heart.

There was a blond man with massive avian wings holding a diamond sword glimmering with enchantments as the brunet clung to his clothing, slowly sinking to his knees. With a sob of despair, you watched the man you once loved so dearly, get stabbed through the chest by his own father.

“WILBUR!” You shrieked, your ears ringing from the blast as you sunk to your knees, sobs racking your frame violently. Wilbur’s head lazily rolled to look in your direction…

And in his last dying breath… He smiled…

-

“That painting…” A light airy whisper echoed through the darkened stone halls of your home, “It’s familiar… Yet so foreign...”

You gave a hum as you hung your netherite armour on your stand before turning to stare at the spectral figure floating in your doorway, “Which painting, Ghostbur? There’s many… You have to elaborate.”

“Right! Because you’re an artiste!” The transparent male chirped happily, not seeming to notice your flinch, “I mean the one hanging above the fireplace, of Alivebur.”

“Right…” You nodded, following behind the eager sweater-wearing ghost down the eerie hallways and into the office, "I'm going to take it down... I think it's doing more harm than good..."

Ghostbur didn't seem to understand your reasoning, but he didn't say much, knowing that Alivebur hurt many people... But he didn't think he hurt you, "It's pretty though... But your art style has changed, in a good way though!" He smiled softly as you opened the large dark oak double doors.

You walked past your grand dark oak desk to stare at your former magnum opus, dangling above the unlit fireplace. "Hey, Bur, if you have a flint and steel, could you light the fire please?" You glanced over and watched him nod as he dug through his pockets. In the meantime, you climbed up onto the mantle and began to struggle to pull the canvas off the wall. With a bit of hassle, you managed to pull it down and toss it onto the ground before climbing down, just in time for your ghost friend to light the fire.

"Don't damage it, (N/n)! It's still really good!" Ghostbur scolded you with a pout once you hopped down and picked the canvas up, "And you used to be proud of it!"

"I'm not, don't fret too m-" You paused mid-sentence as you saw a letter tucked into the bottom corner of the back of the painting. Frowning in confusion, you slowly picked it up and turned it over into your hand, only to discover that it was addressed to you in fancy cursive, sealed with a light red and white wax seal, "What's this?"

He looked over at you and tilted his head, seeming almost as genuinely confused as you were. Ghostbur shrugged as you propped the painting up against the wall before sitting at your desk, using your letter opener for its purpose, "Love letter, perhaps?"

"I doubt it..." You mumbled softly as you carefully unfolded the paper, recognizing that it was probably a few years old, "Let's see... Who wrote this..." You hummed before beginning to read.

My darling artiste... I'm sure by the time you read this, I'm either dead or... Well, most likely dead, if all goes to plan...

I am writing this letter to you to let you know that life without you is not the same. Life without you is very sad and lonely. I have realised that it was you who keep me alive and cheerful.

I thought I would get used to your absence from my life, but every day has been harder when I think of all the good times we spent together.

There are so many things which I want to confess. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you.

And I'm not able to tell you I'm in love with you.

What an idiot I am.

And for the past few days, I've been trying to figure out, why there aren't some words to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe my love for you.

But I need that word. I need it because I want you to hear me say “I love You". I want to make the sweetest gestures in front of you which make you feel even more loved.

Trust me... I know... I act like an absolute ass towards you. I'm so scared of your life being in more danger than it was... I really did love you, and still do, but I didn't want it to hurt you more when I blow up L'Manberg...

Darling, I could have simply called you on your communicator and took you out on a surprise date but I couldn't have expressed my feelings. You have become an integral part of me. I want to give you all my love throughout my life.

The painting you made me is beautiful and I will cherish it for as long as I'm alive... It's a perfect picture of imperfection...

I Love You, (Y/n), even if by now you'll never love me back.

- Wilbur Soot

"That... That idiot..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands in an attempt to hide the tears from Ghostbur, "He planned blowing up L'Manberg from the beginning... That's why he refused to acknowledge me after I... He wanted me to hate him..."

Ghostbur held a bit of blue in his hands tightly, avoiding your gaze as you murmured to yourself, "Yeah... Most of my happiest memories involve you... That's why I couldn't understand when you said Aliverbur hated you..." He glanced away again as he saw you look at him.

"(Y/n)... Are you ever going to move out of Pogtopia?"

"Probably not for a long time, Ghostbur."

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

As promised the not-awaited second part of the Hercules 1997 analysis!

Let's dive right in, we're starting at the scene where Phil and Hercules fly over to Thebes

= Since calling NY “Big Apple” isn’t really a thing in Poland, they instead made a reference to the saying “to pretend to be Greek” (something like, to play dumb) which is a nice pun but a little forced I’d say

+ Instead of “numbskull” Phil gets called “ram” which is both a way to call someone idiot in Polish, but also, well, he basically is

+ I feel like the joke with the cat is even funnier in Polish, because the guy lifts the black cat and calls it Whity :’D

* The joke abou IX-I-I gets translated literally with the Polish emergency number but it sounds so bad

+ “And fiery” Hades lights his thumbs on fire “words of appreciation”

+ “They even made a noise! ...of delight”

+ “Well that’s not going to delight you…”

+ “And watch for the teeth! His teeth!”

+ Okay so the pun with Hades saying “Game, set, match” with the “match” right as he light us his cigar, so kinda uses his thumb as a match, is fine, but I still prefer the Polish paraphrase of “I came, I saw, I conquered” (veni, vidi, vici) into “I came, I saw, I smoked” ("przybyłem, zobaczyłem, zwyciężyłem/zapaliłem")

= We don’t have the saying “to win by a landslide” in Polish, but I’d say that “a crushing victory” is good enough

- No “he was so hot, steam looked cool” :(

* Literally tho why does Meg call Hades Rex

+ You have to believe me that “And you’re wearing trash with his face on it!?” is much funnier in Polish, first because the used word “barachło” is quite rare but even if you don’t know it the meaning is obvious and second because he uses the derogative form of “face” that you apparently don’t have in English

+ (You want a) “sip?” bjhbdfhbdfv

- Aw the visual pun with curves couldn’t’ve been conveyed

+ Yeah I much prefer Polish “devils” (“czorty” folk connotations my beloved <3) than just imps for Hades’ lackeys

- No pun about manhandling :(

+ SZMACIARZ

* Y’know I feel like back in the day they could’ve gotten away with a lot more in those movies

+ “This decoration of ceramic”

+ Instead of “Buns of Bronze” they make a reference to a Polish saying “with work and persistence people get richer” but the “people” got exchanged for “heroes” (here and almost in every other instance the word “hero” they use is specifically the one meaning a half-god, it doesn’t have the exact English equivalent so just remember that cause I’m not going to explain it every time and it makes a difference)

+ “Are you walking out of here or out of yourself?” “To walk out of oneself” is a Polish idiom for getting furious

^ Though I have to say I wish they didn’t get away with certain things

+ KSELFKSELF HERCIE DOESN’T SAY JUST “I’ve missed you” HE SAYS SOMETHING MORE LIKE “I’ve been [in a state of] longing [for you]” I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY IT BUT IT’S THE ARCHAIC POETIC VERSION

+ I have no idea how the translator could’ve translated “the greatest thing since they put the pocket in pitta”, but she cleverly escaped that by changing this line to “more famous than Pythagoras and Paris put together”

^ Aw and here goes my headcanon that the movie happens during “King Oedipus”

+ “Enough of this chirping” said Panic while being a bird

+ Herc mentions wishing on a falling star when saying that he wanted to be like everyone else which I think is just so logical I wonder why he didn’t in the original

+ So apparently “mutton man” is a reference both to some fictional character and the fact that Phil is you know, a goat, which mean that Polish reference to “koziołek matołek” is on point (or maybe even slightly better since he’s literally a goat)

+ “I already got my lesson” > “You think a girl would learn”

+ Hades ironically calls Meg by the formal yourself

- Instead of “read my lips” there’s just “then now listen carefully”

+ Instead of “minion” Hades calls her “little soul” 👀

- But he says “you’re my servant” instead of “I own you” which we have to agree is just metal and iconic

+ Oooh instead of “your oneness” (which I by the way do not understand where it came from) Meg calls him the title translated to English as “your grace” but in Polish it sounds more like “your love”

+ Awww Herc calls Phil by the diminutive

+ Oh I definitely like “I am going to tell you either way” over just “What I’m trying to say is”

+ As well as “old man” over “little guy” when referring to Phil

^ Damn this movie goes hard

+ And after he hits him Herc calls him by diminutive again 😭

- We lost the “what got his goat” so I think the goat pun balance is at zero after all

= Here I was torn between that and ”+” because “rąsia” (“hand” (diminutive)) is just hilarious in this context but I suppose the original is pretty funny too

+ “Our hero’s a zero” is funnier in Polish, because to rhyme “zero” with “heros” She had to add an “s” at the end and made it into “zeros” which like?? I have no actual lingustic knowledge to explain why it’s fun, but it kinda changes the word from just a numeral into a term for a person

+ Instead of “There’s a whole cosmos waiting for me with, hey, my name on it” (which I don’t quite get cause like? I’m sure he’s talking about the “over”world not the underworld so what’s with the name it sounds like a pun but I don’t get it?) Hades says “The whole cosmos is waiting for me to take over and I, too, am burning to do so” which in Polish is an idiom meaning to be very enthusiastic about doing something

- I have to admit that “good answer” is funnier than just something like “and rightly so”

* I- I have no idea what Hermes’ reaction is to the Titans coming. I know it’s not the original “We’re in trouble! Big big trouble!” but I genuinely *do not understand* what the Polish actor is saying. What the heck.

* “O ładny gips! Sunie prażona pała!”?????????????????? Tak tam jest??? Pani Łopatniukowa pomocy 😭

+ Instead of “my lord and lady” Hermes titles Zeus and Hera as “your godnesses”

+ “Easy you flying nag” except like, flying isn’t even a regular adjective here it’s more derogative, anyway even when saving Hercules Meg can’t stop herself from insulting Pegasus XD

= The original pun of “Get off, blast you!” while Zeus is throwing the bolt is great and Polish translation “Get off, cause when I’ll blow…!” as a reference to the Big Bad Wolf is fantastic too :D

+ Will “we’re swimming out of here!” used literally, ever stop being funny to me? Probably not

* (It’s an actual idiom meaning quick escape)

+ Hahaha yes, instead of an ironic “friend” Meg gets called stright up “sidekick”

+ “I know what you think about me, but don’t think about me now, think about him” yeah on one hand Meg doesn’t admit to her fault here but I really like the repetition, and the purpose is the same

+ “More thunders, by thunder!” in a direct translation

+ Sorry but the voice in which Hermes says this line? ICONIC (1:14:46 for the curious ones)

+ “Herkulesiu!” AAAA-

* Hm alright, I have a little mixed feelings about the translation and use of “I’ll go the distance” as a recurring line, because on one hand, it’s been translated as best as possible since we don’t have this idiom and is used basically in all of the places it’s been used in the original dialogue – except it’s not used in the song. I’d 6/10, She had tried

- “He promise he won’t hurt me” I mean sure, technically that does fall into the “she won’t get hurt” category but it’s not what happened sooo…

- This is so stupid why doesn’t he say “Let’s go, Pegasus” why is he just shouting “hiyah” XDD

+ Another iconic line! See, Hades says “Woah, who put me out?” and in Polish it’s a slang term meaning to dampen someone’s enthusiasm, stop them when they’re bragging, deliver a sick burn, something like that

^ Zespół T(ytani) znowu błysnąąąął

- Aw, just diminutive of Hercules instead of Wonderboy :(

+ “There are some things even you can’t beat”

= Instead of using a pun (thank goodness) Hades uses Megara’s full nam-

* WAIT NO

+ HE CALLS HER “ MEGIERA” INSTEAD OF “MEGARA”

* AND MEGIERA MEANS A BAD, QUARRELSOME WOMAN

* THIS IS GENIUS

+ A N D IT COMES FROM MYTHOLOGY I AM IN LOVE

- Again no Wonderboy

+ Meg says Hercules will be one heck of a “bożyszcze” which is a word both for a pagan god and for an idol of the masses

* Btw I’m pretty sure in the og audio the gods have a kind of artificial echo to their voices that wasn’t added in the Polish dub, interesting

+ Ayyy Hermes repeats the “No to lu, panienki” that the narrator said to the muses at the beginning of the movie!! Fantastic

To sum it up! Ms Łopatniukowa did a fantastic job with this translation, both conveying the original jokes and specific manner of speaking chosen, and added many references to the ancient culture that were missing in the original. I am still delighted by Phil's way of speaking which is an example of fantastic localization and some of Hades' lines are simply iconic.

Once again, Polish dubbing is supreme 😌

Thanks for reading!

[rome-roy]

hi hi hello @ my followers who use laptops, I have questions!

I’m in dire need of a new laptop, so I’ve been looking and god is it confusing. there are just so many. I’ve been interested by one - a Lenovo 2 in 1 - but I’m not sure and now I’m thinking about a MacBook Air (just the 2020 one)

Just to let you know my current laptop is very bad. It’s a 2017 HP laptop, 4GB RAM, slow af and drops internet constantly. Yet it’s done me well and done everything I needed it to, even as far as pushing it to run photoshop and let me play the sims. It’s a pain though.

I’m also not a brand loyalist. Don’t really want HP again. I’ve only had three laptops of my own - including an mini Acer 13 years ago which lasted 4 years and was still working when replaced, and a Toshiba which lasted 5 years and its a miracle it did tbh. I think if I got a charger for it, it would still turn on, which would be great bc I want stuff off it. This HP has lasted 6 years which is insanity. I’ve really only used it for assignments tho.

So, my questions are just…is a MacBook worth it, if you have one? What are the pros and cons? I think my big issue is the fact that it doesn’t utilise Word. I know you can get Office for Mac, but Word is actually so important esp. cos I’m doing my dissertation. And there’s Google Docs I guess, but I haven’t used it unless working with someone who does. And you can use Office online, but I kinda like not needing to rely on the internet. Idk.

Also, just would like opinions on laptops and what’s good and what you prefer bc I’m seriously just tired of looking and want to hear from people who aren’t techbro youtubers.

[hansoulo]

toccare

Pairing: The Mandalorian/f!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: cursing, mando’s kind of an ass but he’s old and his back hurts so we’ll cut him some slack, Touching, Tension, Drama, Spicy Stuff (not anything too spicy tho)

Rating: T for the aforementioned spiciness

Word Count: 2.5k

Gift Credit: gif by @/doortotomorrow​​

A/N: here it is!!! my mando massage fic. if enough people yell at me i’ll entertain the idea of a part 2. for science. also this probably isn’t even his bed but whatever!!! canon has no consequence in this household!!

“Mando,” you called out to him, “Are you alright?”

A grunt, barely audible from beneath his helmet. You pushed away from the console, standing in the cockpit and turning towards where he sat in the pilot seat. Mando didn’t turn his head away from the front viewport but he stiffened slightly at your proximity, his shoulders tense and his hands tight around the ship controls. He was always so… wound up. Some might call it vigilance, but you preferred telling him he had a stick up his ass. Right now, he had a whole forest.

You reached to rest your hand on the pauldron of his beskar, fingertips only barely grazing steel before a firm grip was locked around your arm. Soft leather pressed against the underside of your wrist, his hold unrelenting and silent. He still hadn’t looked back at you. Stubborn. Quiet and stubborn.

You pulled away - although you knew you were only able to because he let go. Heaving a dramatic sigh, you shook your head and flopped back down into the chair. So the walking tin can didn’t want to talk. Fine. Maker knows he barely spoke anyways. Still, he could at least tell you what was wrong. Not that- not that you cared. About him. No. It’s just that when he was in a bad way, like he’d been for the past few days - he didn’t exactly lend himself to good company. It just made for an unpleasant time, is all. You didn’t care.

——-

Another groan, deep and heavy as the Mandalorian stood up from the pilot’s seat. His movements were slow and strangely stiff, a far cry from his usual posture. You imagined a rusty droid, unoiled and worn from years of use, and the image prompted a laugh to bubble up in your throat before you silenced it with a hand over your mouth. Apparently it wasn’t quick enough, though, because a gravelly “what?” accompanied the slight cock of his helmet.

“Nothing, nothing,” you shook your head, the smile slow to fade from your lips. “It’s just- are you sure you’re not hurt or anything?” Shifting around in your chair to rest your feet on the center console, you narrowed your eyes with a teasing smirk. “Or are you just getting old?”

You knew he really was in a bad way when he didn’t bother to answer, only sighing as he - finally - managed to reach his full height. “I’m going to take a look at the engine,” the Mandalorian said gruffly, stepping towards the main hangar. You hummed in acknowledgement, examining the beds of your nails with an air probably too casual for someone who was sharing oxygen with a known killer. You could hold your own, though. He knew that. Maker, that was half the reason why you were here. The other half had to do with a very small, very strange baby who was now napping in its pod behind you. “Get your feet off my ship.”

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to look back as your hand came up to form a less than lady-like gesture. So much for class and decorum.

——–

You were going to kill him. You were going to rip the beskar off his stupidly toned chest and use it to beat him into the damn ground. He was being such a… such an… an ass!

The Mandalorian had always been terse, you were used to that, but this was something else. He’d nearly driven you to tears the other day and barely apologized, only stalking off to his quarters like a petulant child with nothing other than a “m’sorry.”  Yeah, sorry your ass. If he was sorry he would tell you what was going on. It wasn’t the bounties, which were plenty and easily found.  It wasn’t the child. It wasn’t you- at least you hoped it wasn’t. So what was it?

It took Mando snipping at you one night for no particular reason, his tone patronizing and clipped, for you to finally confront him. Jamming an angry finger into the metal of his chest plate, you raised your head to meet the slit of his visor. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Mando?”

Your voice was harsh but whispered, not wanting to wake the child sleeping in the cockpit. He moved to push your hand away but you shoved it back, fingers splaying against leather and beskar as your gaze stiffened. “No, stop it. What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”

“It’s nothing.” He ducked his head down, the chin of his helmet meeting his chest. Scoffing, you stepped back and shifted your weight to one leg, your eyes on him unrelenting. For someone whose job description included lying, he wasn’t very good at it. At least, not with you.

“Obviously it’s something,” you said a little softer. He let you touch him this time, your hands coming up to the dips of his shoulder that lay uncovered by armor. Another groan escaped him, barely audible but slightly pained when you pressed the stiff muscles. You furrowed your brows at the sound. “Are you hurt?”

The Mandalorian shook his head at this, but you remained unconvinced. Realizing something, you resisted the urge to laugh as you pushed your hands down against his shoulders again. It wasn’t very hard and you doubt he could feel much through the thick fabric of his shirt, but it was enough for a deep gasp to be clear through the modulator. He wasn’t injured. He was sore.

You dug your thumbs into the cords of muscle, your tone lighter than it had been in weeks. “You really are getting old, aren’t you?”

“I’m-” he hissed when you flattened your palms, “fine.”

“Mando…”

The Mandalorian’s gloved hands reaching to pull you away. Fingertips ghosted across your arms, hesitant. You sighed, shaking your head as if to rid the air of perceived ill intentions. “I don’t know if you noticed, but you haven’t exactly been pleasant to work with lately.”

You imagined a smile beneath the helmet when he huffed at your words, but maybe that was wishful thinking.

“Yeah, I know. M’sorry.” Ah, there it was again. This time, though, you could tell he meant it. You let your hands fall to your side.

“Y’know…” Oh, this was a bad idea. You were definitely overstepping. Completely off your rocker. “I could help you.”

“What?” Were you dreaming, or did his voice really just drop an octave?

“I could um-” you swallowed, steeling yourself for the rejection you were almost certain of. “I could help. You. If you wanted me to. I mean I wouldn’t- kriff I don’t know! I don’t know why I-”

“Stop talking.”

You swallowed again, lips parted in shock and your voice wavering slightly. “Okay.”

“Help me how?” He stepped closer in the darkness of the hall, his feet coming near enough that you widened your own to compensate.

“You’ve got to have like, a thousand knots in your back, Mando. I’ve seen your bed.” You laughed to cover the rising flush in your cheeks. “Not much of a bed, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t.”

Funny. He was funny. It was a joke, right? Even after so long, you could barely tell. Hazards of the helmet, you supposed. It made things, at least for you, very, very awkward.

“Look, just-” you screwed your eyes shut, fingers rubbing circles into your temples. “If not for your sake then for mine and the kid’s, alright? If that’s all that’s making you act like an ass, then it’s something that I- that we can fix.”

Armor shook slightly with another deep breath, his sigh bone-deep and echoing slightly through the ship. “Fine.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

———

He was just… standing there. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was nervous. Maybe he was. “You’ll have to take off all your armor, you goof.”

“I know.” The words were tight, stretched over with something you couldn’t place.

“Hey, it’s fine,” you assured him, your voice kinder. “Relax, tin can. I’ve seen a lot worse.” You winked when he reached to undo his pauldron. “Need some help?”

Sighing, the Mandalorian sat on the edge of his bed, although calling it that was a bit generous. It was a pad probably six inches thick laid on a slab of metal. No wonder he was in such a foul mood lately. Your own cot, shoved in a too-small storage closet with an old cape (his old cape, actually) as a blanket, seemed much more appealing. Maybe he was just a masochist or something. Maybe this was some sort of weird Mandalorian penance. Or maybe he just didn’t have anywhere else to sleep.

A cough you drew your mind out of your thoughts and back on the man behind you, his armor now a careful pile on the floor. Shedding anything else was apparently a bridge too far, but it was still the most exposed you’d ever seen him. “It’d probably be easier if you um… laid down. On your stomach.” The Mandalorian nodded slowly, pushing himself up on the bed and letting his head fall. Stifling a laugh at his movements, you stepped closer. Oh. Oh no.

“Mando?” He grunted in acknowledgement, his arms straightening besides him. “I- I won’t really be able to reach standing. Is it okay if I-” you winced at your words, hoping he wouldn’t be able to notice the way your face burned. “Sit? On the bed?”

The Mandalorian sat up slightly, his elbows knocking against metal. “You mean on me?”

You nodded, tongue heavy and dry on the roof of your mouth. “It’s fine, really. If you don’t want me to I can just-”

“You can. If you want to.”

Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Okay. That was good, right? He trusted you. You trusted him. You could give your co-worker/associate/bounty hunter-you-flirted-with-when-you-got-drunk a back rub without it being weird, right? Right.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You climbed onto the bed, careful not to ram your head into anything. This was the nearest you’ve been since- since never, actually. You can’t remember, in all your years of hunts and missions and times aboard the Crest, ever being this close to him. Every rise of his chest, every jostle of his hips and micro-movement that had never been afforded to you before was on display now, inches away and undeniably human. His shirt had ridden up slightly when you moved to straddle his legs and you could see skin, tan and strong and battle-wearied. Not a tin can, after all.

You’d rested your hands on the Mandalorian’s shoulders for balance, not realizing it until his own curled into themselves, gripping the hems of his shirtsleeves until his knuckles stretched pale. Frowning, you coaxed his palms open until they rested at his sides. There. Much better.

The metal against your knees was cold, uncomfortably so, but he was warm underneath you, solid and impossibly still. You moved to the juncture of his neck, the skin there drawn tight with the weight of armor and expectations, and strings of hurried apologies followed every knead of your hands. He called your name, the sound rumbling through his chest, and you bit your lip.

“Yeah?”

“Stop apologizing.”

You grew quiet. Exactly why you listened to the Mandalorian so easily you didn’t want to think about. You blamed the water. He was probably slowly poisoning you until you went mad for his own amusement.

Everything was dampened in recycled air and hazy blue light, pulsing something that had always been present but now was coming to a head and growing a face that you refused to look in the eye. Now was not the time. There would never be a time. You would sooner step out of the limits of space itself until you were stretched thin, enveloped and spun dizzy in the quiet horror of a supernova, than admit there could ever be a time.

Catching a swollen cord of muscle along his back, you pushed down with the heel of your palm and something big shot out to grip at the side of your thigh, its touch unrelenting and so sudden that a gasp was caught in the back of your throat. It was his hand. It was just his hand. So why the fuck could it cover half your leg and then some? Why the fuck was he pressing enough to probably leave bruises?

His hand retracted as quickly as it came, accompanied only with a low noise you could’ve sworn was a whimper. You didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were disappointed, only returning your attention to the task at hand. Maybe you should treat this as a mission. Keep yourself sane and from doing something irredeemably stupid. Great, yeah. Mission to get the knots out of Mando’s back so he would stop being a prick. An awesome game plan, really. Infallible.

Squeezing slightly at the flesh between his shoulder blades, you let your fingernails scrape against the bare skin of his neck until the fabric of his collar gaped. The smallest hint of curls peeked through the underside of the helmet. Brown. Huh. You thought they’d be darker.

Every drag of your knuckles brought a sound, whether it was a huff of air or a downright moan, but you tried not to think about it. You just blocked everything out, warbling your senses until you felt submerged in imagined water and not-imagined skin and words better left unsaid. You mapped every curve of stiff muscle, down the deep slope of his back and over fabric that wasn’t thick enough to conceal the ridges, the landscapes and jagged reminders of enemy encounters. You found yourself liking them, though. The scars.

You’d pushed the shirt up eventually, whispering “is this okay?”  before the Mandalorian nodded quickly, dark cloth gathering around his shoulders and bunching up where it lay against his neck. His skin was hot now, burning and lighting fuses on every frayed nerve on the tips of your fingers until you swore you’d grown numb, drunk on contact and the twilight fog of shared lifetimes. It really had been lifetimes. Since you’d met him. Since you’d touched someone like him. Like this.

You were too caught up in it, lost in your own thoughts and so focused on trying not to cross a line or hurt him that you didn’t notice he’d turned onto his back, his hands coming up rest at the swell of your hips.

He pushed up onto his elbows until your forehead fell against the helmet, the beskar against your skin like ice on a desert morning. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands coming to brace themselves on his covered chest. Everything was slow, like syrup was poured into your head and down your throat until it settled into something biting at the base of your spine, a crawling smoke of ungloved fingers and parted lips. He lifted the hem of your shirt and the edge of his helmet dipped to the curve of your neck. The words were shaky through his modulator, hoarse and dulcet. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, reaching to grip at his biceps. “Yeah that’s okay.”

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part two

[thebeingofeverything]

I'm primarily a Mephiro shipper but I know you like MephAmaiRin and I'm curious about how you feel about your OT3 in these scenarios: 9, 27, 29, 31, 36 and 45 (This is for that "Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you" ship post) and sorry I know it was supposed to be one number but I was curious about all of these haha

I will also gladly do a mephiro too ;D don’t hold back, I’m a multi-shipper at heart. But hell yeah ot3 :D

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

-Religion probably not, or in the vein of what goes on in canon so it’s nbd to any of them. Marriage, Rin is pretty much well if they’re happy with whatever we’ve got going on, it’s cool (tho he’d also be thrilled for an actual wedding, if only as a reason to get all his friends/family around for a celebration bc he’s sociable like that). But it’s right up there with the “love” topic and something Rin edges around bc he knows they’re not quite ready to hear that stuff. Children never really come up bc Rin doesn’t realize it’s even an option (tho given certain demons’ shapeshifting abilities~). And again, all things human concerns so Mephisto/Amaimon don’t look at them the same way Rin does so when the topics do come up, it’s usually Rin being the odd one out with his human upbringing making something like death more of a big deal. Mephisto knows to handle heavy topics a bit more delicately in a way that Rin understands if only bc he’s used to humanity by now. (I could write like an essay on how they each approach these topics and heavy issues in general but I just realized how many questions I have to get thru yet XD).

27. Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

--I see Rin either adopting various strays he’s picked up and imprinted on over the years and Mephisto/Amaimon just huff and accept that they’re gonna have to share Rin’s attention with others. (Tho again, fun with shapeshifting vessels means I’d get to play with the ot3 and their horrible eldritch abominations/children and Rin being trailed by a flock of monsters he refers to as his babies lol). I tend to take that Rin’s demon heart makes him more like a demon king/satan than a typical nephilim that only live for 200 years so they definitely grow “old” together in a sense of the word lol But for splitting up, I’d say that in the end, it becomes a good-natured relationship between them and Rin throughout the ages. They might spend some centuries closer than others, and some more apart as they enjoy their various hobbies but never really “break up”.

29. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

--Oooh well they’re really going thru it rn in canon XD So much like that, Mephisto’s probably got a plan, Amaimon’s a one-demon battering ram, and Rin is out there in the middle of things totally clueless but ready to throw hands  lmao Minor injuries are made a big fuss of by Mephisto for himself, those giant bandaids and requests for someone to kiss his owies better while Amaimon just stares into the camera like he’s on the office and Rin sighs and complies. Sickness is just an excuse for attention and they all take advantage of it since it happens so rarely (if ever, do we even know if demons can contract an illness? Maybe a demonic one like I did for the Quarantine Au lol). Thus, Rin becomes a living space heater and provider of hot soup, Amaimon is there with the absentminded hair brushing and tea, and Mephisto is awful but he might carry them to bed or help them take a bath/order Belial to give them a bath when he’s especially lazy lmao

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

--Rin and Mephisto are kings of being teasing shitheads to each other and definitely not above poking at inside jokes or little things like finishing sentences. Amaimon picks up habits all the time, constantly watching Rin/Mephisto bc he’s curious about the things they’re interested in and why. Rin is a terrible liar and they both know when he’s hiding anything, rip to him lmao Though they might guess he’s hiding something, but not what and he surprises them all the time. Amaimon is another open book, but only bc he doesn’t see the point in lying and will be blunt about most things or clam up and not say anything when he doesn’t want to answer. Annnd Mephisto is a horrible/perennial liar and at this point it’s safer to assume he’s hiding something than not. Tho he rarely fully lies, preferring to lie with the truth or let ppl lie to themselves. Rin/Amaimon are used to picking out when he’s masking things he’d rather not talk about, tho cornering him is the tricky part.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

--These guys are a power ot3 100% :D Rin doesn’t humanize them so much as bring out the best aspects of them, and they repay it with meeting him halfway. It’s all about getting Rin to recognize his role as Satan’s nephil/ the new godking of gehenna while also accepting the human piece of Rin and accommodating it into their lives. Their weakness is definitely that Mephisto refuses to let anyone really know his plans, and those can be unintentionally self-destructive, plus he tends to displace all his stress onto Amaimon as a convenient punching bag and Rin isn’t cool with that. They’re all incredibly stubborn too, so arguments aren’t always about changing each other’s minds, so much as letting them know what they’re going to do and doing it anyway.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

--Annnnd last question~ This is fun lol Mephisto just wants what he always has, to have the freedom to play with his sandbox/Assiah without someone trying to take his toys away or mess with them, as long as he has that, he’s happy playing with his toys and enjoying the excitement Rin and Amaimon bring to his life. Rin mostly just wants to explore the world (I’m thinking end of the series he goes off and takes Amaimon with to see all the cool places he’s always wanted to travel to, possibly picking up new cooking techniques along the way lol). He probably sticks around as paladin and mephisto sends him on fun missions to pick up haunted dolls for his prank collection XD They live it day by day, eternity makes it less crucial to have an end goal. Tho Rin’s biggest goal is to get them to the point where they can hear him say love without it making them act weird lol Heartbreaks probably come into play when the people closest to Rin begin to die from old age, leaving Rin to come to terms with it. Mephisto/Amaimon can logic it out why he’s upset, and they’ve seen enough humans die/react to death that they understand it’s difficult for them, but they still lack the compassion/sympathy to really help him and he’d have to do the emotional brunt work.

Ooh man this ended up long lmao There’s so much more to add too T.T

Thanks for the ask~ @entitycreation

[dabis-devil]

Skaters.

Was this requested? Absolutely not. Am I thirsting over skaters again? Why of course. And then, this was born.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri is that one guy at the skate park that's really nice.

And he's always there

“ hey, uh, your footing is a bit off. Mind if I help? ” he'd ask, scratching he nape of his neck.

Because that's the manly thing to do

He prefers long boards

I can see him getting a custom board done, with crimson riot on the bottom.

If not, then he probably has a trendy but simple design on his board, with black grip tape. Red wheels all the way.

Usually cruises, but knows some cool tricks.

He wants to mob the streets with the bakusquad sO bAdLy

Did I forget to mention-

When he sees kids at the skate park, his heart melts

They are just so cute tf

Loves showing them a trick or two, watching their faces light up.

Denki Kaminari

I won't even lie, he did it for the aesthetic

His dumbass had fallen off more times than I could put a number on, but that didn't stop him

He def uses the skate park as a dating outlet

He rides a skate board

Might just have a Pikachu board. Might.

Definitely has a checkered one too.

Still not the smoothest rider, but he can get from point A to point B.

Since he's a bit of a noob, he doesn't know any tricks.

He's trying so hard to learn them tho.

He usually does so in his room, not wanting to be embarrassed.

that's why he showed up to school with a black eye, regardless of what excuse he used

You already know when the skater girls roll up he's gonna go feral

He's the type to not pay attention and slip off his board, especially when hot people are around

“ Im FInE, iM fInE, iM oKaY, iTs FinE,,, ”

Never Fails to bring markers/spray paint to vandalize the park

He’ll write the stupidest stuff too.

Katsuki Bakugo

Showoff.

Let me say it louder for the people in the back-

Showoff!

Bakugo has put time into his skating, he knows a lot of cool shit.

And you already know he's gonna show everybody at the park who's boss.

Backhanded compliments to other skaters.

“ cool flip, I could do it better. ”

If somebody dared to test that theory,,, he'd do it better. Every time.

He has a skateboard, for the better interest of tricks.

I wouldn't doubt if it had some sort skull on it, maybe a bomb

His design wouldn't be too generic though.

He wants to be the only one with this bomb board

This skateparkpark is his. If you don't understand that, feel free to step into your grave.

He won't be at the park all the time, but when he gets in the mood he'll definitely go.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto uses his board for means of transportation

That's why he got it in the first place.

But he fell in love with the charm skateboarding had

I would bet he's put time into a move or two

When he visits the skate park, he's not there for anybody else.

Thats him time.

Hes that one guy who seems to go there every now and then, and just skates with headphones on.

Mood??

His board is something very simple, maybe half an half if he got the board while he was in a good mood.

I hc that he would've used his fire side to try and takeoff like a rocket

While he was alone

And will never tell anybody the outcome.

Ever.

Shinsou Hitoshi

This bitch can barely keep his eyes open,,

Face plants into the gravel a few times a week

He has some tricks, not many.

He usually has fun skateboarding, it's become on of his favorite things to do.

He wants to go skating in the middle of the night with his s/o, looking at the stars above and watching dusk break loose.

But he doesn't have an s/o, he won't do it alone

He's more of an on the streets type of guy, not very into skateparks.

He likes being alone *mostly* so duh

His board 10000% has the Zumiez grip tape with the cat flipping you off.

And you can quote fight me on that one

If he got into a relationship, he would probably sucker his s/o into him teaching them how to skateboard

He probably has his board in his room, and will sit on that and roll on it while he scrolls through his phone

It'll become a habit he didn't knew he had

Dabi

When you think skater, you probably think of dabi.

Likes feeling the breeze against his rugged skin as he rides down the street.

He'll be at the skatepark. . .

At 2 a.m.. . .

Proooobably smoking or drinking. . .

And barely skating, but he's tHeRe

His board is going to be e d g y

Probably some dark emo icon or graphic on the bottom, and rugged grip tape.

His board is worn out, but it still works like a new one.

His trucks are on the looser side, he has hella balance

He literally has to p r y his board away from twice and Toga, going so far as to threaten them when necessary

If he got into a fight and didn't feel like using his quirk, he would definitely ram his skateboard into this persons back or over their head

Ouch

That what you get for aggravating charcoal man, I dunno what else to tell ya

[wolferals]

⭐️he‘s the bad guy⭐️

arón piper preference

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(This is inspired by the movie „tres metros sobre el cielo")

*WARNING: mentions of kinks, no smut included tho

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-it was a pretty normal tuesday for you

-you went to college, spent your afternoon with some friends and then slowly made your way home at around 8:30

-your best friend had promised to take you home after work

-you were about to meet her at your guys' favorite ice cream place

-since it was mid july it was still pretty hot out

-you were wearing a knee long summery dress and some sandals when you walked around the corner in a usually pretty quiet neighborhood in Madrid

-but as you continued walking you saw a huge croud of people, cheering

-and you saw a lot of motorcycles

-it looked like they were about to have an illegal motorcycle race in the middle of the streets

-but you got curious and got a little closer

-once you were able to see the men on their motorcycles closeup you noticed this one guy

-he was wearing a leatherjacket

-had a buzzcut

-and a single silver hoop dangling from his left earlobe

-and his face told you he'd go all in in this race

-he looked furious

-but for some reason you found him attractive

-maybe even more attractive than your own boyfriend?

-shortly after they started the race and some people ran after the motorcycles

-and you were just standing there thinking about this handsome badass

-obviously you knew you'd never see him again so

-and of course you also had a boyfriend so you didn't actually want to see him again

-so you decided to just wait for your best friend to pick you up

-she had planned to pick you up right after you texted hr but she didnt even get your text

-so you just sat down on a bench and called him

-„hey girl! I know i promised id be there at 9 but im still at work, my boss is pretty mad right now because things disappeared and he's blaming everyone."

-you nodded even though she obviously couldnt see that

-„yeah okay, ill ask Julio to pick me up."

-theoretically you couldve taken the bus or the subway but you didnt have any money left because you spent all you had with you for lunch

-you then called your boyfriend of almost 4 months who picked you up immediately

-on the drive to your place you guys talked about your day and your plans for the rest of the week

-„why didnt your wonderful best friend pick you up?" he then asked you

-he emphasized the word „wonderful"

-he hated your best friend

-like really hated her

-he said she was bad for you

-she got mad easily and blamed it all on you

-but she's never actually quit the friendship with you before

-and sometimes she could be really sweet

-„she's working." you replied

-julio nodded and then drove the car into a tunnel

-he knew how you hated tunnels so he put his right hand on your thigh to reassure you

-you smiled at him and then placed a small kiss on his cheek

-„i love you hun." he then said for the first time

-but before you could reply something rammed the car

-you both got scared and he checked the mirrors

-you turned around and saw three guys on motorcycles behind you

-„eh cabrón! We need to talk to you Julio!"

-„do you know these guys??" you asked him full of fear

-„no what are you saying? Of course not." he replied and drove even faster

-„slow down! You're way too fast!" you yelled at him because he was far over the speed limit

-„we need to get rid of them!" he explained and drove about 160 on a street that said limit 100

-„STOP THE CAR!" you screamed at his face

-„yeah listen to your girlfriend Ju." a guy on the motorcycle spoke while driving right next to your window

-you just looked at him for a second and then just closed your eyes

-you were scared of tunnels and of driving too fast

-it was a lot for you

-„STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" you screamed again

-finally julio slowed down and stopped on the side of the road

-furiously you got out of the car to take a deep breath

-„you couldve killed us!" you screamed at your boyfriend

-the guys stopped on the side too and one took off his helmet

-„Julio get outta there puta!" He said rather harshly

-you looked at your boyfriend who was still sitting in the car

-„please do what he says, im scared."

-but before anything happened your boyfriend took off

-he left you in the middle of nowhere with three angry guys on motorcycles that had almost killed you

-you just stared at his car getting more and more distant

-two of the three immediately drove after him

-the third stared directly into your eyes for a little while before then taking off as well

-„you cant just leave me here you fucking dick!" you screamed at him

-you didnt even care who he was but he was the last person there and you were genuinely scared

-you expected him to keep driving

-why would he care

-but he turned around again and stopped his motorcycle in front of you

-„you expect me to be nice to you even though you just called me a fucking dick?"

-his voice was deep

-you lowkey had a thing for deep raspy voices

-you didnt know how to respond

-„alright then have fun finding a way how to get home."

-he started the engine again but you stopped him

-„please take me home. Im sorry."

-you sounded so damn desperate

-and you couldnt believe that your boyfriend had just left you there

-„get on." he demanded

-„but i need a helmet." your sassy soul complained

-„jeez woman."

-he then took off his helmet

-and you saw his face for the first time

-„you." you then said as a first reaction

-the handsome stranger looked at you in confusion

-„me?"

-„you're the guy from the race before. Ive seen you."

-he laughed at you and then asked:"you were at the race? A girl like you?"

-„yeah i was passing by and i saw you."

-he started grinning

-„and let me guess you were staring at my oh so hot face and couldn't resist but remember me cause youve been dreaming about me ever since?"

-his cocky personality turned you on

-you grinned a little

-„right." you grabbed the helmet from his hands and sat down behind him

-„you gotta hold onto me tight princesa."

-the word „princesa" got you a little wet

-you put your hands around his torso

-„you gotta really hold onto me bebe, we dont want you to fall off do we?" he spoke provocative

-„shut up and drive."

-he laughed and then started the engine

-it felt good driving through the night on a motorcycle

-you could feel the hot air hitting your bare thighs

-and you felt his breathing as you were holding onto this guy whose name you didnt even know

-but unfortunately all things have to end some time and he stopped at your house

-„there we are princesa." he spoke

-but you were still in your own state that you didn't really realize

-so your hands were still placed on his muscular chest

-„ey girly, id love to continue this another day but i gotta get home eventually too."

-you then got off the motorcycle, gave him his helmet and just made your way to the front door

-„ey!" he yelled

-„qué?" you asked him

-„come back!" he demanded

-so you walked back to him and just stood there about 2 meters away from him

-„closer bebe."

-you took a step closer to him

-„listen. When i take you home you say thank you alright?"

-you didn't expect him to be so blunt

-you just nodded and said:"thanks."

-he nodded back and then slightly grabbed you by your arm to pull you down to meet him face to face

-„your boyfriend's an asshole for leaving you there. Remember, daddy will always be there for you."

-you just stared at him in confusion

-you didnt even know you had a daddy kink

-but you did know that he turned you on as hell and that your panties were fucking wet by now

-„and i know in fact that we both feel the same here, even though your stubborn little body wont deny it. If you wanna have a good time, meet me friday 8pm at the race track."

-you didnt reply at all

-„goodnight princesa." he grinned and put on his helmet

-„ya." you just spoke and turned around but he pulled you back again

-„es goodnight papi, lo entiendes?"

[random-imagines-blog]

Devil’s Gonna Get You If I Don’t First {Synyster Gates Oneshot}

This is a special-edition personalized oneshot for Anonymous Wordcount: 2198 Summary: An incubus always has a need that they need to fulfill. Tessa happens to be there to help scratch that itch. Notes: Honestly, it’s pretty much pure smut. NSFW definitely.

Synyster Gates had his eyes set on Tessa from the get-go. Zacky had pointed her out as someone that Syn might be interested in when they went to the human bars to fill their thirsts, in more ways than one. The green eyes, the freckles - the creamy pale skin, yeah, he was in for that. He chugged down the last of his Jack Daniels from the glass before making his approach. A little bit of sweet talk, some flirtations, the offer of the rest of her drinks being covered by him, and she agreed to go to his table and hang out with his friends until they left the bar. The guys were being nice, and the girls that they had with them were being extremely inclusive and bringing her into all of their conversations, and complimented her outfit of the night. Throughout these conversations, since there wasn’t enough room for ten chairs at the table, all of the women sat on the men’s laps, and Tessa was absolutely no exception, making herself comfortable on Syn’s jeans.

As the night came to a close, Syn monitored how much that Tessa was drinking. She drank less than the other girls, getting tipsy rather than full out drunk, which was absolutely what he preferred. He might be an incubus but no one would ever be able to say that he took advantage of women. If they said no, he stepped away, and didn’t use his powers on them at all. If they drank too much over the night, he didn’t take their consent to be actual consent and saw them home. Just because he was a Supernatural in the world didn’t mean that he wasn’t a gentleman.

“How would you like to continue this, in my hotel?” Synyster asked in Tessa’s ear, arm around her waist, hand making sure that she didn’t slip on the uneven sidewalk. A flush went across her cheeks that he thought was absolutely beautiful, but he didn’t make a further move until she verbally said yes. It was then that he got one of their drivers to pick the two of them up, kissing her cheek once they slid into the black leather interior.

He didn’t have to use any of his powers to keep her wanting more. Just his usual amount of charm. A wink here, a smirk there, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers - still feeling a bit sore from the show that he had played the night before. Being a guitarist in a famous band had perks of its own, but he saw something in Tessa. She wasn’t just the average groupie who fawned over him - in fact, she hadn’t brought up the band at all, or asked for a selfie or an autograph. She just seemed to be happy in his presence. This made her very special in his eyes.

His hand was on her thigh throughout the entire ride, until they got to the hotel. The driver had gotten out first and opened the door for them, so when Tessa stepped out of the car, she felt like she was a celebrity. She thanked the driver, then took Synyster’s hand and together they walked into the hotel. They got some stares from the other patrons, rock stars almost always did, and some whispering went on about who the ‘girl’ was, but they were muted when the elevator doors closed. “Ignore anything that they say,” Synyster started. “It doesnt matter what they think, you’re with me tonight.”

Because of that, Tessa felt more confident. One might even say that she felt sexy. Her head was held high, her shoulders as well, and she nuzzled against Synyster until the doors opened onto their quiet floor. It might not stay quiet all that much longer. Synyster had to fumble with the key card for a minute because he was so distracted by the girl who was with him. He was human - he could smell out such things - but she might as well be a siren or a succubus with the way that she was tempting him with those big green eyes. Fuck - he wanted to kiss every freckle on her body, no matter where it was.

Once the door was open, they both stumbled in like a couple of drunk lovers, lips attached to one another, the heavy door swinging shut and locking behind them. There wasn’t even time to put up a ‘do not disturb’ sign, but the hotel knew what they were. There was no chance of a maid coming in without knocking a hundred times. He was blown away by how good that she tasted.

The first thing that she did was lay down on the bed, her knees belt, feet dangling off the end. The way that she giggled and bit her lips - he was extremely turned on. He charged at her like a beast to it’s prey, and lifted the skirt of her dress up to reveal her round ass, clad in cute panties. Not a sexy thong, like someone trying hard, but just polka dots. She rolled onto her side, giggling, and he kissed her exposed asscheek. To add a little something more, a little teasing - because she was doing so much to him - he gave her pussy a light spank, making her jump and giggle all the more.

“Adorable,” He said, pulling the panties off of her, then kissed his way up from her feet to her between her breasts, still hiding behind the dress. “Do you know what I am, Tessa?” He asked, eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.

“You’re an in - incubus,” Tessa stuttered, seeing the look in his eyes. She was not scared by the concept, but rather she looked a little more excited by it. He smirked and nodded his head.

“Smart girl,” He said, catching her lips in a kiss once more. He slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her even further. “Do you know what I can do to you?”

“Show me,” She challenged, taking him by surprise. The confidence - he was enthralled. He took that as an invitation, as her consent to using his powers on her, so he did.

Under his touch, goosebumps broke out on her skin. Her nipples grew achingly hard, as if she had just walked into a freezer. It was a good thing he had taken her underwear off, for she would have soaked through them. Even her lips were swollen, pins and needles feeling, needing more kisses and more affection. A warmth spread through her insides, filling her up. This was better than any aphrodisiac. This was pure, clean pleasure.

The dress was the next thing to go, and he was amused by the way that her dark bra looked against her pale, creamy skin. His hand kept tapping against Tessa’s ass, grabbing it, being just the right amount of rough with her. Under his touch, she grew all the warmer, and slid out of bed to be on her knees on the plush carpet of the hotel. It was very nicely decorated, and had pure comfort in mind. There wasn’t any of that thin carpeting in here that might cause a rugburn, no, it was soft and plush, like this was what it was made for.

She returned the favor by helping him lose some of his clothes. He stepped out of his pants, which she was kind enough to help unbutton and unzip, and they disappeared into the growing pile of discarded garments. He was already hard - he could get that way on command, but he hadn’t needed to think any dirty thoughts for this to rise. It was all Tessa, and the cute way that her lips formed a smile when they caught eyes. But even though she had this new confidence, he wasn’t going to let her be in charge, or in any sort of control.

Taking her tresses in one hand, being careful not to pull but just to hold, he kept her head steady as he slowly entered his cock into her waiting mouth. There was a little resistance, but it was just her mouth getting used to his size. He was gentle with putting it in, not pushing roughly like he wanted to, but going slow. When Tessa was adjusted to that, he took her arms and held them above her head with his other hand so she had no way to stop him when he got a little rougher. Her mouth was so warm, her tongue so wet, saliva was coating his cock and her lips. He looked down at her, seeing what a good girl that she was, her eyes looking at his the entire time.

Whenever he pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva went from her lips to his tip, and he thought it was one of the hottest things that he had ever seen. He started to go faster, putting half of his cock in, seeing that she wasn’t ready for the full thing. But damn if she wasn’t trying. She kept pushing her mouth forward, squirming on the floor as she was getting more and more turned on. She had said ‘show me’ and so he was. He was making sure that she wanted him bad. More than she had when she had walked in the door. He could smell her need from where he was standing and it made him harder.

There was a few times when he had let her pull back to breathe, and she immediately went to his balls, licking them like an expert, rubbing his cock in just the right places as she brought it in and out of her own mouth. Syn’s head was thrown back and he was moaning loud enough that the neighbors would probably hear, but he didn’t care. Tessa was the best that he had in a long time.

He was ready to move onto the next thing. He let go of her and went onto he bed, laying out, his cock standing straight up. This was another chance for Tessa to show that she wanted him, and she took that. A coy look was on her face as she crawled up towards him, only to turn around at the last second so he could no longer see his face. She straddled him, back to his face so he could just see the arch, legs splayed wide, hands on his abdomen to steady herself and lowered herself right now. “Such a fucking tease,” Syn said, about not being able to see her face.

He held onto her hips as he started to ram himself into her. When he felt any resistance of her insides, anything that might be uncomfortable or hurtful to her, he just kept using his abilities to keep her turned on, keep her juices flowing, keep her wet and lubricated. Her curly auburn hair bounced with every thrust that he did, as did her tits, which he couldn’t see but he kept moving his hand up to feel. She felt absolutely incredible inside, just as he thought that she would. He wanted to stay inside of her forever and not let the night end, especially as she was moaning out ‘Syn’ and on one occasion, even his real name. Brian wasn’t a name that he thought would attract a lot of women so he never used it, going with the nickname instead, but damn if it didn’t sound sexy coming through her lips.

He fucked her good and hard, going until even he started to feel a bit tired out, and then she would pick up the slack. She would stop to lean forward and grind against his balls for the stimulation, until she came around his cock. He took it a bit easier on her at that time, feeling her walls tighten around him, hearing her screams as she went into a moment of ecstasy, then held her closely and securely as she finally orgasmed. Then, he went back to the pounding.

He forced her to lay back more, pull her legs up to her chest, feet up in the air, and held her down against his chest as he fucked her until he was about to cum. Since there was always a chance of breeding, even between species, he pulled out, and let it spill onto the top of her thighs, spurt after spurt, thick and creamy. He leaned back against the bed, arm thrown over his eyes to block out the light on the ceiling as he felt absolutely spent.

“Um-” Tessa said after a quiet moment. He peeked up at her, moving his arm over just one eye. “Syn?”

“Yes, dear?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

“May I take a shower?” She motioned towards the bathroom door.

“Of course,” He smirked. “And then get your little ass back here. We’re going for another round in the morning, then I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

[nctrenjunie]

Posessive~ Haechan(M)

Author: Sera

Pairing: Haechan x Reader

Warnings: If you have any problems wit mature content written about the nct 00liners, just don´t read it.

Comment: I don´t know if it turned out that well since it´s late and i´m not in my right mind to really understand what i wrote… i´m tired sry. Also i´m really conflicted like I like cinnamon Chewinggum but it can also be to spicy but I still prefer it more than mint Chewinggum because it tastes like cinnamon. Well I need sleep..bye  

Request: Can you do a “Hate fuck” with haechan???

You weren't surprised by the decisions your parents made. It was pure business. Not only for them but also for you. Someday you have to take over your family's business, like everyone else in your kind of world. Arranged marriages between different mafia groups weren´t unusual. You just wondered why it had to be him.

Loathe. It was the first feeling you felt for him. More likely resentment. The car races you attended weekly before you had to learn more about the business, came back to your mind. You remembered the day clearly. The familiar smell of gasoline and asphalt entered your nose, unusually accompanied by a light scent of cinnamon.  Forgetting about it, the car races started. You felt high. The feeling of speeding up and racing through the finish line made you feel unreachable. Everyone was gone as the morning started to show itself. You were about to race one last time alone, before going home as a black car parked next to yours. You haven't seen it around, darkened windows so you couldn't see who was driving.

“What about a last ride babygirl?”

You couldn't even see him but his cocky voice made you boil with anger and the want to win became bigger. Trying to stay calm you answered with a quick chuckle, as you turned on the motor. Starting at the same time you started to laugh as you noticed the difference between both of your cars, yours being way advantaged in comparison to his. Your thoughts, sure that you would win by now didn't notice his car speeding up, passing yours. He took you down from your euphoria, shocked at his speed you started to concentrate again. You took advantage of the place you had to nail the curve, speeding up again. Ramming his car a tiny bit as you pass him you are the first again. Staying concentrated you speed up to the limit. You pass the finish line, turning around once again. You were angry, someone really could win against you. You rode straight ahead, making a full break before both of your cars would hit.

Getting out of your car you walked to his car, putting your hands on the cars hood. You still couldn't see anyone because of the darkened windows. Suddenly the door opened. He looked handsome. His tan skin looked like it got kissed by the sun while the tips of his hair, falling on his forehead were a little wet. Still, you needed to hold your composure. Yes, it was resentment what you felt for him, a big smirk plastered on his face as he knew how angry he made you, even tho you won.

“Who are you?”

“Everyone calls me Haechan, but you babygirl, can call me Donghyuk if you want.”

“What a pleasure.”

The sarcastic tone in your voice could be clearly heard. You were too tired to deal with some guys bullshit now as he already made you pissed enough. Without any words you were about to go back in your car and drive home, as Haechan grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him. Your chest bumped against his while his other hand went up to take your chin in it. Pulling your head closer to his, only now you notice. It was him. The smell of cinnamon that came through breathes out of his mouth bringing you back to the start of the night, remembering the smell. He kept on chewing his gum, not breaking the eye contact between both of you.

“  You know Y/N, the moon goes down so the sun can rise.”

Confused by his words, you stared at him perplexed, trying to figure out what he meant. Haechan loosened the grasp around your wrist, looking you deep in the eyes before he turned around, driving away in his car.

And now here you were. At your own engagement party, more seen as an event to get contacts between the families, with your most hated person that was also your fiance.

You couldn't forget his satisfied look that day, he pulled you out of your own euphoria, from winning. His sassy attitude, allowing himself to act like he could do what he was pleased to do. Even tho it has already been some years since that day. 

The second time you met him wasn't as worst as the first time, nevertheless you felt the urge to jump on him, to choke him to dead. Yes, the first time you found out you would be marrying Haechan you were angry but thinking about the time that has passed after your first encounter, you thought both of you could behave normal and just marry without any problems. You thought. But the second time you met him, he behaved the same way he behaved at the car race. The smell of his cinnamon chewing gum getting into your nostrils, as he approached you. Your hopes for a normal arranged marriage splattered, as you saw him walking over with the same annoying sassy attitude as last time. Even the conversation that was only meant to get to know him or just for paperwork tired you as he commented everything with some annoying worlds.

To summarize it, you hated him. Still it made you feel something. It was the third time you met him now, at your own engagement party. You were sitting at the bar, exhausted from greeting everyone as you spotted him in the crowd. You didn't notice at first, thinking he was just talking to god knows who but as you looked clearly he talked to a group of women. It bothered you and you didn't even know why. You kept staring at them, trying to figure out what you felt. His eyes met yours for a millisecond before you turned around asking the bartender to fill your glass again. Jealousy, no it can't be. Pushing away your thoughts you gulped down your wine.

The party kept on going, now and then some of the guys around sat next to you, telling you boring stories as you tried to look interested. You sipped from your wine glas as another men sat next to you. Trying to stay polite you greeted him and both of you started a conversation. You didn't expect it but he was kept you entertained since he wasnt as boring as the other ones. The conversations kept on going, the thoughts about Haechan already forgotten as you suddenly felt an arm slip around your waist.

You looked back. Haechan pulled you closer to him, intertwining one of his hands with yours as he glared at the guy in front of you. His head wandered down so his lips went down to your neck, leaving a light kiss making you shiver by his touch. Haechan pulled himself up again, looking deep into the other mens eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt your chat, Sir but my fiance and I have something important to talk about.”

He got the hint. Awkwardly bowing down before both of you he turned around, leaving you both alone. You were about to ask him what all of this was about when he interrupted you.

“ I think we have to talk a bit, babygirl.”

He sounded angry. Pulling you through the crowd both of you entered a bathroom. Locking the door behind him, Haechan pinned you against it, holding you deep in his grasp. He looked you dead in the eyes. He looked pissed and you didn't even know why. After some seconds, Haechan still didn't let you go, coming closer to your body. You lost your patience starting to resist against his grasp.

“Why are you always so annoying Haechan? Just let me go.”

You kept on telling him to let you be as you started to grow impatient. Haechans head fell back in his neck, eyes closed. His head got up again, landing on your shoulders. He started to breathe loudly, the smell of his cinnamon chewing gum getting back in your nostrils.

“ Cant you for one fucking second shut up Y/N, or is that too hard?”

Shocked by his words you stared blankly in the room for some time. Haechan pulled you by your wrist, throwing you against the bathroom counter. Putting your arms around his neck, he seated you down on it. Positioning himself between your legs, you tried to pull away. Haechan took hold of your wrist while pulling his face even closer to yours.

“ Possessive Y/N. Im fucking possessive. Do you think you can just talk to every men on your own engagement party in this tight dress while your fiance is watching you. You look fucking hot and imagining you with another men makes me want to kill them all.”

His words made you wetter than you would like to admit while Haechans hands touched over your whole body, trying to feel every piece of you. His hands went up to your face, taking your face in them fixating your eyes on his.

“ Fuck you Haechan, you did the same. Do you think I didn't notice you talking to those womens earlier, I just...I.. I hate you.”

You were confused, your mixed feelings driving you crazy as you started to touch down his body. You wanted to talk it into your head. That it was just desire or maybe you drank too much, it doesn't make sense, having feelings for Haechan. You hated him and he hated you right?

Haechan smirked. You let out a yelp as he started to touch over you pussy, feeling how wet you already were. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning his first three buttons, Haechan started to sip his finger under your underwear, touching over your folds.

“ If you hate me that much babygirl, who are you so wet for?”

Haechan started to slip one finger in your core, his lips leaving traces along your neck. Your hands went down from his shoulders pulling his jacket off, letting it fall down on the ground. The moans that slipped out of your mouth started to grow louder with every move he made. You looked down on his crotch, his big boner in his suit pants clearly to be seen. His finger pulled out of you as he entered you again. You let out a loud yelp as he started to finger you with two finger while you pulled your hands over your mouth. Controlling your moans you pulled him closer to you. Your hands went down, working fast on unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with your underwear. You started to move your hand up and down his shaft, sweet moans leaving Haechans mouth. Precum leaking out of his tip landed on your fingers. You pulled your hand up, Building eye contact with Haechan as you licked your fingers clean. His hand went up to your mouth pulling your fingers out of your mouth, bringing your hand back down to his dick. You started bobbing your hand up and down his dick, his hand on yours, putting pressure on it. You looked at his plump lips, taking the hint, Haechan started kissing you into both of your moans. Going down with your lips you left hickeys on his neck. Suddenly Haechan pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. Getting closer to you, you felt his dick sliding up and down your folds. Your hands went up into his hair, pulling lightly on it.

“ Im gonna fuck you like the little whore you are baby.”

Sliding his dick into you, both of you started to moan out loud. He didn't let you adjust, already starting to ram in a fast pace into your tight pussy.

“Oh my god baby you are so tight...fuck..”

He didn't stop. Sad about the already approaching orgasm, Haechan pulled you even closer to him. His thrusts started to become sloppier still ramming hard into your pussy. You started to moan out his name making him laugh into his moans.

“ Call me Donghyuk..baby... fuck i'm so close.”

Both of you were already on the edge. Moaning out his name Donghyuk pulled you up from the counter leaningyou against the wall, ramming deeper into you. You were about to cum and your walls clenched around his dick.

“Oh look at that babygirl… your pussy is recognizing its owner. Nobody can fuck you as good as I can baby...No one will ever treat you as well as I will babygirl. Now...cum with me.”

You screamed out his name as you came around his cock. Still ramming into you, Donghyuk spilled his seed in your pussy, trying to catch his breath. You feets touched the ground again, Donghyuk catching you by your waist as you almost fell down. His forehead fell against yours, the prominent cinnamon smell mixed with the scent of sex filling your nose.

“I hate you Donghyuk.”

“I hate you too Y/N.”  

[omarandjohnny]

5 Shows Meme!

Tagged by @noahreids <3333333333333333333333333333

rules: pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions

1/2Moons2

2/WHY R U?

3/2gether

4/The Untamed

5/My Engineer

favorite character in 2?

Fighter, tho that may have to change if ep 12 turns out the way I’m fearing. Everybody pray for Koala Man, plz.

least favorite character in 1?

PARK, who needs to be yeeted into the sun.

favorite season of 5 + 2?

They’re both still in their first season.

favorite couple in 2 and 3?

2- TutorFighter (again, ep 12 preview is deeply worrying, so let us continue to pray), and Sarawat/Tine (with a very honorable mention for Man/Type, please let Man get HIS man)

favorite episode of 1, 4, and 5?

1- season finale (that Forthbeam content!!!!!) 4- I’m gonna cheat and say eps 18-20 of the Special Edition cut 5- Since it’s currently only halfway through their season right now, I’d have to say ep 6. Ram speaking to King for the first time is pretty damn significant for a character with selective mutism. If they keep up their current momentum I may have to tie them with Forthbeam for alltime faves.

how long have you watched 1?

I picked it up last last year/early this year, and have rewatched it MANY times since. I adore the entire cast, and they’re all such characters irl. Just a great lil’ show, and a fun fandom to live on the outskirts of. 

how did you become interested in 3?

I was iffy about the first teaser trailer, but I’m glad that didn’t stop me from watching the premiere, because it’s a gem of a show that I highly recommend to everyone needing a good ‘ Fake Boyfriend to Actual Boyfriend’ romance. The second trailer is definitely a better representation of the show. Also? Great OST. Even if you’re not interested in the show, the vid for Bright’s song is instant serotonin- click here for sunshine boy

favorite actor in 4?

Wang Yibo/ As much as I adore Wei Wuxian’s nonsense (wonderfully portrayed by Xiao Zhan), Lan Wangji’s BIG LOVE and dedication to Wei Wuxian makes me cry actual tears. (srsly, I have yet to sit through this show without bawling my eyes out from the BIG LOVE radiating off the screen) Yibo needs to come take responsibility for said tears, lol. 

do you prefer 1, 2, or 5?

1, the rewatchability has been tested again and again over the past week and it’s still as entertaining as the first go-through.

have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

1, since 3 is still airing now.

if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

I wanna say Nie Huaisang,but that’s mainly because I don’t get taken seriously by strangers as well. I’m fine being the court jester in social situations, but that doesn’t mean I ain’t paying attention ;)

would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

No, but their main gays are more than a little similar. 

[thenixkat]

Animorphs notes 22

David trilogy

Book 22

A Rachel book

Ax is lucky that Rachel didn’t knock him off hard enough to hurt him. Why do people insist in cutting up Rachel?

I still don’t know exactly what they expected from all this like?>

No. You guys had several choices, you just picked all of the worst ones

Like just consistently made terrible choices that would not endear trust towards yall or faith in you

Given all the lucky unconsious morphing elsewhere in this series this feels kinda odd

I’m reminded that I would have much prefered Rachel in the leader role

Gymnastics club is coming in handy

For someone who only got morphing power at best 2 days ago and has very little practice David is doing pretty good. However he doesn't fucking confirm his kills, but that's probably just the writers needing to keep people alive

Rachel doesn’t know exactly how she feels being designated the one who does the dirty shit

and again, Jake didn't tell teh rest of the team that he'd threatened David previously. Then decided that they'd need to kill him the moment they got evidence that he wasn't loyal to them. Then sent Tobias to spy on the paranoid dude who doesn't trust them and has a golden eagle morph which just wouldn't have gone well if Tobias got caught

Decided to further persue David with no immediate back up. Fought his lion as a tiger (and kept trying to bite the fucker's neck through the mane) and now all the ducks are in a row for Rachel to definately have a reason to murder the fuck out of David

if i had any faith of Jake's planning abilities i'd say this was a very eleborately planned murder or hit

but ya know we're supposed to belive that Jake is actually good at plans and leadership shit so it probably is a very elaborately planned hit

Oh hey Cassie’s mom gets to be competent. ANd remember what her animals look like

Huh, ya know the actual yeerk percentage of any given opperation really does seem to be rather low

Once more Visser 3’s poor leadership leads to Animorph advantage

Rachel, pls don’y give the rest of the Animorphs any benifit of the doubt

one person has taken out over half this team (honestly if murder is the agenda David shoulda killed Marco when he had the chance and not any of this "i'll only kill em if they ain't in human shape nonsense")

Again David is fucking good at morphing

as far as I gather, David is kinda paranoid, a bit of a loner, one of those edgy goth kids. A bit reckless but pretty darn good at strategy. Doesn't like being bossed around, especially not by people he has no reason to trust or like. And also just a natural at shapeshifting.

everything else is unreliable b/c I know the writers are trying to make him satan for their betray plot to not make the Animorphs look so terrible for their actions in comparison.

also another reason the two trap David in morph things don't work for me (rat in the main timeline and fly in the choose yer own book [b/c he dissagreed with the animorphs on being benched while on an alien planet in a fight for all of their lives]) is b/c the animrophs have morphed out of tight spaces like behind a fridge or inside a peice of wood so it doesn't feel like a rat trap or a cup should be able to stop a fucker from demorphing

Ugh Tobias is still alive

so Tobias just fucking lost track of David , and didn't think that the dude may have headed to his home and ran into Jake and Ax on the way there.  Didn't show up at the mall investigating all the fucking sirens like Rachel and Ax and just happened to be in the right place to save Rachel

Why the fuck was Cassie allowed to fucking come along with her mom in the first place?

Cameras stopped existing again

Why do I raise my hopes up, I should know better. None of these kids are gonna die aside from teh one shock death at the very end

And they just fucking go to school like there aren’t more pressing issues and the chee can’t cover them

And of course supervillian!David just fucking plays along and does nothing to either end them durring this time or put a fuck lot of distence between them, and just fucking taunts them

b/c why have characters behave inline to their shown motivations

this is just like the hork-bajir suddenly deciding to switch from guerrella warfare to seige warfare for not damn good reason

You could litterally be going through their shit while they’re at school for some reason

...david apparently wants the box to bargin with Visser 3 for his parents. even tho last book he said he wasn't dumb enough to think he could bargin with the yeerks when jake said basicly the same thing

Why am I expecting the books to not change shit to suit whatever the writer whants to happen in any given book? I should know better

So the plan for the world leaders thing has devolved into smash shit up and just end the meeting

Dolphins have more than a few predators and definately know fear

Rachel considers goring a dude trying to his job and protect people from fucking rampaging wildlife

Honestly its funny as hell that David just shows the fuck up out of nowhere to fuck up the animorphs

also apparently for some mysterious reason David doesn't see that there's 6 animorphs there instead of 5

like he was def in the water watching them b4 they did the elephant/rhino charge and when they got back and orcas have fucking sonar

Rachel, maybe that was the plan to put the target on yer back

Cassie could harm his as a humpback b/c ya knwo a massive animal with massive ramming force

I also like Rachel’s sisters

Jake is a liar and Rachel should call him out but she should also take some fucking personal responsibility for her words and actions

Yeah, Rachel should not be a nurse. Pls stop projecting yer own issues onto people, don’t be a Tobias

Commercial jingle voice: Can you guess who?

This is hilarious

This is actually gaslighting. Thanks Jake

like the majority of the time Jake just feels like a pile of wet oatmeal shaped like a person for all the personality he has and then there's this shit and my brain clicks that he's actually pretty awful

Ah, they’re acting b/c David might be listening

They are just shit at acting, this should be raising so many red flags

Snakes are effectively fucking deaf, he couldn’t have been listening in

the writers forgot that they made david a paranoid motherfucker

My kingdom for consistant motivation

how fucked over would this plan be if david used his rattlesnake morph instead of the rat the animorphs want him to use?

Oh hey he morphed snake

...motherfucker you didn't need to fucking morph to threaten a rat

You can litterally kill small animals with the power of yer hands

no damnit. hold onto the animorphs in the bottle and force rachel to get the shit herself under threat of having the others trapped in morph

*Sigh*

Well that’s over

[twinfantasyfan141]

Angry (rant)

I’m angry.

I’m angry because I can’t study for more than five minutes before getting sidetracked and forgetting about the important stuff.

I’m angry because I don’t speak to my friends as much anymore. I want to hang out with them, but I never know what to do while hanging out. They’re probably tired of me anyway.

I’m angry because I messed up two times in science class today. It’s actually a surprise my lab partner isn’t mad at me.

I’m angry at the guy who keeps saying my deadname over and over again. I had the sudden urge to beat him up today, to yell at him to fucking stop bothering me. But I didn’t. I know I shouldn’t be mad at him (not at least as much as I am). He doesn’t know I’m actually a dude. But every time I hear him say my deadname i want to ram his head into the wall.

I’m angry because I can’t come up with anything to draw. I have no inspiration whatsoever. It’s making me feel so worthless. Like I’m not good at anything.

I’m angry at my body for having such a feminine build. My face looks masculine but my body is quite the opposite. Big waist and hips. Large chest. Big thighs. Chubby arms. Rather small hands. And let’s not forget my height. 163 cm is short. I can’t help but feel jealous of all the other guys for being so tall.

I’m angry at myself for being such a bitter and aggressive person. I want to be nice to my peers but I just end up yelling at innocent people for something they didn’t do. I’m glad my friends still hasn’t left me even tho I have such a bitter tone.

I’m angry because I can’t cry. I don’t know why but I just can’t cry. You might think that that’s a good thing but it’s not. I want to let out all of my emotions while I’m alone and crying is one of the things that can help me do that. But I can’t do it and it’s so fucking frustrating.

I’m angry because of the message from the youth center saying that the curator was sick and they had to cancel my session with him. I booked another session today, it’s on the 18th November. That’s more than a month. I know I can’t be angry at him for just being sick but, it’s still frustrating. I now have to wait a whole month until I can talk about my feelings regarding my gender to a professional.

I’m a little bit angry at my mom. Just a little bit. I came out to her as trans a few days ago, but I said that I wasn’t 100% sure yet. She answered that “That’s fine, we don’t really have to choose.”

She called me her kid. I asked “I prefer if you called me your son.” She answered “If you’re not sure yet then it’s better to just call you kid.” Why can’t she just call me son like I asked her to? I’m at least glad she took the whole coming out thing well.

If you read through this entire paragraph, I’m surprised you actually listened to me bitch and rant about life. But still, thank you.

- A stupid teenager who doesn’t know what the fuck he is doing.

[dark-sarya]

i have the Vergil motivation to start doing digital drawing. But its kinda intimidating. I mean I've always done things traditionally and I do know how to make designs on Adobe software but not drawing. I was wondering if you have a software that you prefer or would recommend; or just tips in general.

Hello anon! how are you doing? :D

Thank you for asking, I’m not en expert, but I’ll try to help you as much as possible :D. Also, bear in mind that english is not my mother tongue, so there may be some mistakes (ans I’m also a idiot who types really fast without re-reading xDD).

First of all, I assume that you own a graphic tablet, this tool is essentioal for digital art, as they have pen pressure and helps a lot to create unique effects! The brands I’ve seen people recommending the most latelly are Wacom and Huion. I can only give you my opinion about the first one though, I’ve owned a Wacom Intuos 4 for over 6 years and it has never failed me ♥ not even when I accidentally threw the pen inside my tea xD.

Now, speaking about software, I have tried 3: Paint Tool Sai (1 and 2), Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop. Each one has their pros and cons, and you also have to bear in mind what your computer can handle.

1. Paint Tool Sai:

 This is the one that I use and like the most, the interface it’s quite simple and the only thing that may cause you trouble may be the brushes settings, but once you have created you own ones, the only preset you’d probably need to change is density.

This software comes with a pen stabilizer, which is very handy if you do linework, I always set mine to S-3 so it’s easier to get more accurate and less “crispy” lines, you may also notice that the pressure works a bit different, like it’s a bit more sharp. 

For colouring I always set my flats with selections and the bucket tools, and then I add layers for shadows ans highlights. I always start with flat shadows and blend them using both the Brush and the Water tool. I may share my brushes presets for Sai 2 if you like. This software also includes a “transparent” color, which is really useful when you need to fix some blended areas or softly remove part of the colour.

I have used bot Paint Tool Sai 1 and Paint Tool Sai 2, I have noticed that in the second version brushes work a bit different, specially when it comes to using the transparent color. But Sai 2 comes with many enhacements which makes it more enjoyable, thing such as:

Elipse Rulers

Linear Rulers

Perspective Rulers (they work wonders even if you know 0 about perspective)

Text

Shapes

Gradients

Better compatibility with Photoshop’s layers

It seems that Sai 2 is going to be on Beta forever, but you can still download (illegally, lol) and use it, It’s my fave one, so I really recommend this one.

If you want to see more about its interface, I highly recommend you to take a look to my youtube channel, I tend to upload there some of my drawings speedpaints, I hope they can help you to understand hot it works.

2. Clip Studio Paint

I haven’t used this one that much, I only made my first V drawing with it, as well as some headshots for practicing.

This also comes with a pen stabilizer, but I noticed it didn’t worked the same way as Sai’s, it took me a while to get a level of hardness that I liked. The good thing is that it comes with a wide variety of pens, and I really recommend G-pen when it comes to making linearts, it has a nice and sharp finishing.

It also comes with poseable 3D models to use as references, I don’t really like to use them as they have anime-ish proportions and such, but some people may find them handy I guess. CSP also has a wide variety of resources such as premade images (grass, dust, floers, manga panels, halftones…) so this one may be a good option if you also plan to create comics and such.

If you are going for the paid version, you also get access to a marketplace in which people uploads their resources, and you may find some interesting ones there for free.

CSP also has rulers and perspective tools as far as I remember, but I haven’t tried the new ones (this software used to be called Manga Studio, and that was the first time I used it xD).

You can see me struggling with it in this video.

3. Photoshop

I think this is the one that everyone knows the most, right? xD. Though the use of Photoshop has been widely spreaded, we have to keep in mind that this software is very heavy to handle for some cumputers, you’ll probably need over 8GB of RAM memory (I have 16 GB and it still crashes some times) to make it run “properly”. I am isung CC 2015, since I don’t have enough space in my HD for CC 2019, and I would probably need an SSD to make it work smoothly.

I find it really difficult to do linework with Photoshop, it doesn’t have a pen stabilizer (unless you pay for the lazy nezumi plug-in), so the pen usualy “slips” more, I don’t really know how to call this, but I don’t like the feeling I get when I do linework with it. On the other hand, I find it really funny to sketch with it, don’t ask me why xD.

When it comes to colouting, you have to find the brushes that appeal to your style the most, and it’s also really easy to make your own, you can also make patterns and such. Bad thing that you have to use the sampler a lot, in the end you have to use 3465654 tools to blend properly in photoshop, when in either Sai or CSP you only need two, and this is depending on your style.

I have seen many people doing wonders with realist style in PS (you may take a look to @i-have-no-name-v‘s works, they are awesome!) though!

Other thing I don’t like about PS is their color wheel…It works totally different to Sai’s or CSP’s, and most of the times I find it hard to pick the tone I really need. You may also need a plug in tho swap your color wheel too.

I like to use Photoshop when it comes to adding effects to a drawing, be it lightin, particles, color corrections, etc. It’s very handy for this, and it’s also a good thing that both Sai and CSP allow you to save in .psd format.

I hope this long post has been helpful to you or to anyone that needs it, as I said, I have no problem in sharing my Sai 2 brushes presets if you want, you can either reply here or send me another ask ;D