#gettin back in my groove

[generic-lab-assistant]

This is my son Charles he has every disease

[luck-of-the-drawings]

posted this forever ago as part of a bigger compilation BUT i think it deserves to stand on its own. i was gonna add more color BUT that didnt happen; thus it doesnt translate aswell that hes freezing the water around him. BUT now you aware and you can see it. you can see it

[magnificentmicrowave]

songtember day 3: Jeff Rosenstock - DOUBT

[buwheal]

Hey! Didja stop the bleeding at least? 😬😦🫣 if not maybe a good plan~

[smilebug]

posted this on twitter already but uhh here's a very rare drawing from yours truly

[artificialnat]

havent posted months woops lmao. have some sketches in the mean time

[transsweet]

[rubbing comforting circles into their skin]!

SweetCakes!

(Preferably Cakes comforting Sweet, but genuinely up to you)!

of course ! here u go :]

k_k held sweet's hands gently in their own, grounding them from whatever caused them such panic.

sweet tended to bottle up most of it's problems, meaning sometimes they came in the forms of nightmares, waking them up in the middle of the night, scared and shaken up.

they couldn't even imagine what kind of things plagued sweet to cause them such panic, as sweet tended to be a very closed off person. whatever it was, though, would shake them awake, horrified.

k_k always felt awful seeing them like this. they didn't know what was worse, the fact their hands shook uncontrollably, that they couldn't look k_k directly in the eyes, their stiff movements. everything made it feel awful.

the shaking in sweets hands hadn't died down, and sweet still seemed to be stuck in their own head.

"is it alright if i hug you, sweet?"

their head lowered slightly, before nodding shakily.

k_k slowly pulled them into a close hug, hopefully pulling them from whatever they experienced in slumber. they rubbed circles into sweet's back, comforting it the best they could.

sweet relaxed into their arms, before k_k heard silent sobs from them. k_k only hugged them tighter, making sure they knew he was there for them, that they weren't alone in this. sweet shivered as their arms hugged k_k tighter back, holding them as if they'd disappear in seconds.

after some time, sweet fell back asleep in k_k's arms. k_k, smiling softly and tiredly, held them as they brought them both back under the covers.

k_k fell back asleep soon after, both still holding eachother, fending off any nightmares that wouldn't dare come back.

[vikasmama]

✮ thinkin’ of helping pitfighter!vi after a loss.

cw. — (men + minors dni!) afab!reader, lowkey pwp, public sex, mirror sex, free use? kinda, hair pulling, light degradation, creampie, butchcock ˆᵕˆ use of “pretty thing”, “gorgeous”, & “baby”, vi is going through it but she’s still a lover at heart yk

“aah! mmgh— fuckfuck! oh my g-god, viii!”

you’re shameless, moaning her name like you’ve known it more than half an hour. given, you’re being stretched out so good you can barely focus your vision and she’s hitting angles you weren’t even aware existed… how could you not?

“you’resso loud,” vi slurs her hushed words due to the fading alcohol in her system. “whole damn club’s gonna hear.”

anything she says is going in one ear and directly out the other. the swell of her dick inside you is immediately addicting. her rough, bandaged hands hold your hips tight, pulling you back to meet hers over and over with no escape. you’re holding onto the sides of this grimy bathroom sink like it's life or death, much more worried about staying standing than your volume. she’s big, and so fucking good, the drag of her heavy girth relentlessly pushing into you threatens to make you drool.

she lets out her own ragged grunts and moans as she commits to having every one of her thrusts knock the wind out of your lungs. she can’t control it. after such a horrible day, and a loss in the pit to top it off, there was you. so beautiful and sweet in the middle of this bustling nightclub, so eager to listen and take her mind off some things. then she gets you here and you’re so soft, pliant, taking everything she gives; she finally sinks herself into you, just the tip. vi’s been at heaven’s gates a couple times, but that feeling might’ve really been it. she couldn't wait more than a few seconds for you to adjust, plunging into you and chasing your warmth. now she can’t stop bullying her cock into you, forgetting the rage she’s been nursing listening to you fall apart for her.

“ffuck— aah ‘m sorry!” your words don’t come easy. you can literally feel her in your throat. “you- nggh, you’re so deep, vi!”

“you don’t even give a fuck, huh? wan’ people to hear? those friends you were with- haah, know you’re this much of a whore?”

a long whine leaves you at the name she uses, your thighs shaking a bit. along with your incessant moans, the obscenely wet sounds of your cunt sing beneath you, filling the dark bathroom. yet your voice, your response is the one thing she doesn’t hear, and she frowns at the realization that she doesn’t like being ignored.

vi snakes a hand up the expanse of your back, fisting it in your hair once she reaches your nape. she cranes the top half of your body up so you’re facing the mirror in front of you, and now you can also watch how deliciously she splits you open from behind. a sob catches in your throat at the image. the dim lighting above shrouds you both, luckily enough to highlight the sweaty, debauched faces you both made. “look at yourself, baby. so fuckin’ sloppy,” vi emphasizes her last word with a sharp thrust. it makes your eyes scrunch close, and without missing a beat her grip in your curls tightens. she pulls you up and back at attention, harshly. “look.”

staring at yourself, growing dumber and dumber by the second — god, it’s hot. some of her fighting makeup is smudged against your cheeks from aggressive kissing earlier. your mouth falls open repeatedly with the sounds she fucks out of you, lurching forward towards your reflection with each movement. you two make eye contact in the mirror, and she smiles deviously, leaning her strong body over you and bringing your faces side by side. she exhales a moan as you clench around her, your walls lovingly hugging each vein and groove of her length.

“such a pretty thing like you gettin’ dicked down by a stranger.” she coos next to your ear, highlighting the depravity of your situation. your pussy talks back for you, squelching from the vigor of vi’s fucking. the slaps of skin against skin start to reverberate louder as your wetness cascades down your thighs, sticking to both of you in a lewd mess. she just won’t let up, fuck, you’re getting close.

her piercing gaze meets your fucked out one and her eyes could roll back because you look good. so fuckin’ sexy taking her dick like this, like you were made just for this, for her. she isn’t even mad anymore. it’s selfish and strange because you’ve just met, but right now vi thinks she could have you bent over every surface she could find for the rest of time.

she leans back and continues using your hair as leverage to fuck into you as deep as she was. she tucks some stray hairs out of your pretty face, helping both of you see better. the hold she has in your hair starts to sting and yet it feels great, the searing pain balancing with the overwhelming pleasure you feel with each kiss to your cervix. her cockhead twitches inside you at the same time you feel that unmistakable pressure in your core. you're so full, almost too full, and you're delirious - would it be so bad to let her cum inside you? you whimper at the thought and she almost laughs, though she’s cut off by her own desperate moans.

"s-shit, baby, oh my..." vi trails off, thrusts losing power as she grows more sensitive approaching her high. "y'feel good, gorgeous? so- fuck, so fucking good, yeah?" trying to nod proved to be useless with her fingers entangled in your hair so tightly, and she wasn't accepting the lack of verbal answer, anyway.

"say yes." her demand is clear though her voice is hoarse with need. vi finds her drive again quickly, picking up her unabating pace. you cry out, gushing out against her as more of your slick is produced from her movements. "mhm, and look at yourself. watch how pretty you are cummin' all over me. gonna look so fuckin’ good-"

"yes! yesyes- mmph, so good. best i've ever had," you're babbling, loud. she's in awe of you, the crease of your brows, your pink, swollen lips catching every desperate plea that tumbles out your mouth, the way your eyes once again catch hers in the mirror as you continue to beg. "hah, i'm gonna cum! gonna cum for you, vi pleease."

"yeah, i know. cum on my dick, baby, c'mon." vi releases your hair to resume her hold on your hips, roughly prodding the flesh as she fucks you through it with the same force she'd consistently kept. your moans compete with the club's speakers, at this point. vi's breath hitches as she feels her own climax build once again, letting such cute whines slip past her lips behind you. fuck, you love it, you can't get enough—

"inside, ngh, please! cum inside, fill me up!" before your brain can properly connect to your mouth, you're begging for her to breed you, stuff you fuller than you already were. and to your delight, with the immediate spike in her speed and the dirty, filthy way she starts to moan alongside you, you were gonna get just that.

"fuck, what a slut. i'mma give it to you, all of it, baby. fuckfuck-"

as soon as you feel your coil burst, cumming over her and squeezing her tighter than she's ever felt, vi's cursing and trying not to double over on top of you as her dick spurts. you can feel that she cums a lot, the warmth coating every single inch of your walls. she feebly thrusts a few more times, just working you both through the aftershocks of cumming so hard before she starts to shiver from the overstimulation. still, she stays plugged inside you which you're thankful for, letting out a content hum to self soothe. vi softens her grip on your hips, kindly massaging the areas while you both take a breather. you roll your shoulders back, wincing a bit at the ache when you rise from your position.

the light above the mirror flickers, and your eyes flit up at it before seeing vi, her gaze softened with a satisfied grin peering back at you. a giggle escapes you, and you give her the same sweet, gentle smile you had before you both ended up here.

"you feel better?"

"so much better. you healed me, baby."

— ♱*.ﾟvikasmama.

[pinkyjulien]

WIP Saturday 🙋‍♂️

Been slowly gettin' back into CP77 modding and wanted to do some comfy hoodie :3

First attempt was a port from Marvelous Designer

Everything was going fine, weight was decent, but trying to get the materials right was fucking my groove up

Wasn't satisfied with how it looked, the shadows were unpleasant, and couldn't find any materials that I liked - so I ended up tossing it aside (didn't delete it! Might rework in the future when I feel better about it 👀)

Instead, I decided to work from a Vanilla garment!

Pics from Khagan's Clothing Catalog

I love this hoodie and used it a lot during my PL playthrough - tho it's way too crowded for what I had in mind, a simple, comfy hoodie

Even if I was able to delete some of the additional bits, a big part of it is actually baked into the main submesh (like a lot of vanilla meshes)

After my unbuckled Aldecaldos jacket I feel more confident tackling heavy editing projects tho, so this wasn't TOO spooky 👌

First thing first, I deleted a big chunk from the left top side and kept the bottom part (to keep the assymetry and natural flow of the fabric) then I mirrored the right side and connected everything to the remaining left side

Fixing a mesh up means I also need to unwrap its UVs again - AND that means duplicating, moving and flipping the normal map to follow the new unwrapped uvs

Same with the mlmask layers, but that comes later 🧍‍♂️

The original Hoodie has a bunch of additional meshes; the sleeves and hoods variants are on a separate mesh that gets called by the OG entity

I decided to merge everything into a single mesh, easier to handle for me in the AXL structure later 🔎

Regardless, still needed to move the sleeves and hoods to match the new fixed left side (since its a mirror of the right side!)

Now that the meshes are fixed both model and UV wise, need to re-weight it from the OG garment 🤚 That concludes the 3D part

AXL side, I went with 4 different garment ent and apps to handle the 4 variants; default (hood down, long sleeves), hooded, rolled sleeves, and hooded + rolled!

A fun lil detail with this mesh is that the hood doesn't have any garment support - with this in mind I decided to use the T1 - inner torso - slots to allow us to wear vest on top of the hoodie

😫👌 Idk idk it scratch my stinky brain really good HGHFH I love it

With everything ready, t'was time to tackle the FUN part; the appearaaaaanceeeees 🤠

I first had 4 designs with 5 colors each - but it quickly turned into 6 colors each; first design being the "basic" / default one, that I named "edgewear"

Gotta keep in mind that each color has 4 mesh variants, so that's already 24 items

I then used the beloved "orange leather" vanilla hoodie with the white barghest face on it (the one I used through my PL playthrough! probably my favorite tbh) as a base for my next design, "quilted"

It has a cute skunk ass hood 🦨

And I'm currently still working on a third design inspired by Varsity Jackets, the... well gfhhg "varsity" design

All of the appearances are still Wips and might change 🧍‍♂️

and I'd like to maybe add one more BUT... that's already 74 items, I don't like having too much options hgfh but dynamic AXL makes it really easy to just go apeshit with variations

ANYWAY I felt like doing another Behind The Mod TM post :3 some of y'all like them and I like sharing my modding stuff!

[astrronomemes]

THE EMPEROR’S NEW GROOVE : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2000 Disney movie, The Emperor’s New Groove. change & alter as needed.

“Okay, this is the real me.”

“You threw off my groove!”

“Let me guess — you’ve got a great personality.”

“The emperor had me thrown out the window.”

“You really should have thought of that before you became peasants!”

“Hey, everybody hits their stride! You just hit yours fifty years ago.”

“Word on the street is, you can fix my problem. You can fix my problem, can’t you?”

“Oh, right, the poison! The poison for [name]! The poison chosen specially to kill [name]! [Name]’s poison! That poison?”

“Let’s face it, you’re no spring chicken. And I mean that in the best possible way.”

“You know, in my defense, your poisons all look alike. You might think about relabeling some of them.”

“I am so glad I was unconscious for all of this.”

“Listen here, big guy, I’ve got three good reasons why you should just walk away.”

“Hope that doesn’t come back to haunt me.”

“Why would I kidnap a llama?!”

“You’re the criminal mastermind, not me!”

“Okay, that was the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t worry, [name], I’ve got you! You’re safe now!”

“Maybe I’m just new to this whole ‘rescuing’ thing, but this, to me, might be considered kind of a step backwards, wouldn’t you say?”

“For the last time, it was not a kiss.”

“Someday, you’re gonna wind up all alone, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Well, he ain’t gettin’ any deader. Back to work.”

“You can’t get much deader than he is right now! Unless, of course, we killed him again!”

“Well, he’s not as dead as we would have hoped.”

“You know that means you’re doing something nice for someone else?”

“Well, I was going to have you imprisoned for life, but... I kinda like this better.”

“I thought you were a changed man!”

“I was always taught that there was some good in everyone, but you’ve proved me wrong!”

“Well, that makes you ugly, and stupid.”

“You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

“Don’t read too much into it. It was a one-time thing.”

“What are the chances of you carrying me?”

“No, no, it’s not you. She’s not the easiest person to get close to. There’s a wall there, trust me.”

“When will you learn that all my ideas are good ones?”

“We’ve been walking around in circles for who knows how long! That is the last time we’re taking directions from a squirrel!”

“It’s a simple question! Is there or is there not anything edible on this menu?”

“They saw the whole thing. They know what happened.”

“Oh, yeah... it’s all coming together.”

“As much as he tries to deny it, I know there’s some good in him.”

“From above, the wicked shall receive their just reward.”

“Hey, I’ve been turned into a cow. Can I go home?”

“For the last time, we did not order a giant trampoline!”

“Stop being so hard on yourself! All is forgiven.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been tossed out a window, and it won’t be the last!”

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/13/2024

writing cover letters like "Market Research Firm 953989464860, will YOU be my Valentine?"

also, a fallout 4 femslash fic for femslash feb

listening

Fresh Blood by the Eels off their 2009 album Hombre Loco. i would say this is another "i think a vampire probably wrote this low, grooving track" but there are several howls featured. wikipedia says it is about a werewolf. this song sounds like it has a simple bassline and simple drums but it knows what it's about. it's probably secretly really complicated but i specced in knowing about fabric, not about music.

it makes me want to ice skate really fast and also sounds like watching broken highway lane dividers go by late at night. fascinating that the back half of the four-plus minute song is fully instrumental. definitely a song for when you are traveling, or perhaps proceeding. spotify

Sun down on the sorry day By nightlights the children pray I know you're probably gettin' ready for bed Beautiful woman get out of my head I'm so tired of the same old crud Sweet baby I need fresh blood

i've been mainlining The Black Keys' album Brothers so it makes sense this popped up on my Discover Weekly spotify playlist

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reading

in 2015, the year i dropped out of college, the closest comic/weird nerd shit store was a forty minute drive from my house. i bought the first issue of the serialized anthology comics magazine The Island bc i liked the Moebius-esque cover by Brandon Graham, before i knew who either of those artists were or that i liked them. i think it was ten bucks, and having to show my drivers' license really sticks in my brain for some reason. the point i am slowly approaching is that the magazine only ran for fifteen issues, and i didn't buy any other copies bc ten bucks a month was too dear for me, but it was a tremendous incubator for artists i would end up loving. about half the time i stumble across a lovely self-contained book that knocks my socks off i find out it started life in The Island.

All his life, Hank Cho wanted to join the ranks of the Habsec—the rulers of the orbital habitat his people call home. But when he finds a powerful, forbidden weapon from the deep past, a single moment of violence sets his life—and the brutal society of the habitat—into upheaval. Hunted by the cannibalistic Habsec and sheltered by former enemies, Cho finds himself caught within a civil war that threatens to destroy his world. A new barbarian sci-fi adventure by SIMON ROY (PROPHET, JAN'S ATOMIC HEART, Tiger Lung), originally serialized in ISLAND MAGAZINE.

Simon Roy's Habitat asks: do you want to hear a story about a generation ship gone wrong? this is a guy who really knows how to draw mechs and all their fiddly bits and loves doing it, which is a really transferrable skill to lovingly detailing the crumbling brutalist neo-mesoamerican architecture. the Habsec cannibals and their bits and pieces of scavenged armor blend in so well, it's genuinely shocking when we see someone in full, kept up, incredibly colorful armor. gorgeous, gorgeous book. love a fucked up generation ship.

found while perusing the stacks of the library that was closest to a bunch of other admin errands i was running, bc i finally have a tx drivers license and can start collecting tx library cards

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watching

im also asking myself why the hell i'm watching yellowstone with my bestie and her husband. it has every trigger warning and a lot of them would make me decline the experience had i looked them up beforehand. however, the inevitablilty of each little tragedy feeding into the circular threshing maw that is the Dutton family is really clicking for me. like well! that mom sure did die in the most traumatizing way possible! and wow that really does go a long way toward explaining why the daughter is self-medicating to an alarming degree AND why no one else is doing anything about it bc they're all still mad at her for being very tangential to her mom's death!

the amount of Stuff that happens per episode is truly astonishing. one of my favorite parts of the ttrpg Beamsaber is the downtime between missions, bc you get to have some really bonkers interactions with people who don't usually interact. despite its huge cast, Yellowstone doesn't yet feel incoherent or like it's jumped the shark in its first season bc it's really successful at getting its huge cast to have unexpected interactions with each other. this sounds a little bit like praising it for knowing how to be good television, but this is a neowestern about a land grab that's also a familial dynasty drama that's really leaning into the familial dynasty part of it. it would be very easy for this to become incoherent or bad at switching between storylines, but so far it's really good at it. it's not beamsaber or black sails bc nothing will ever be beamsaber or black sails but it's really scratching that itch of many small rapidly shifting factions and rapidly shifting political goals bc each child is their own horrible little faction and they have a lot of time where they're trapped in cars or helicopters together getting around their ranch, which is simply too large.

we're trying to watch the yellowstone franchise in release order, and the yellowstone prequel with tim mcgraw came out between the first and second seasons. we will not be continuing this. this is a bog standard wagon train western. cripplingly boring after the brazen insanity of the first season. also i think it is in poor taste at best and irresponsible at worst to show a suicide on screen.

i said i don't know why i'm watching this but i do know why i'm watching yellowstone, and that's bc my bestie keeps seeing tiktoks about it. sometimes im influenced in real life

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playing

changed my sheets this week and didn't chortle at the TOP OR BOTTOM tag which is how i know im having. a brain time. another way you can tell im having a brain time are these screenshots of the Breath of the Wild map. as you may or may not remember from last week, last week i had very little of the map filled out.

now is this EXPLORED? good heavens no. i have under 40 shrines DISCOVERED. i have simply beelined to each tower and went VERY fast. or was very sneaky. the three towers i have not bothered to climb yet are the ones i would have to actually fight some guys about. fuck the akkala tower for real.

i love to accidentally get way too close to dragons and die. some fun things about this run: incredibly, exceptionally rainy. except for the stint in the literal desert and the five minutes in the snowfield it has been raining about 70% of the time, which has made climbing very annoying. another fun thing about this run: exceptionally low ancient shaft drop rate, which makes getting ancient arrows to safely kill guardians from afar very difficult. bc as discussed above i have optimized this little blond boy to be very fast and very sneaky to get up the towers very quickly in the two minute spans of time it is not raining.

another fun thing about this run: not very good at successfully spitting out riders next to horses. you can only see the tip of spinch's hat bc he is underground.

i have unlocked the elephant and the falcon, i haven't gotten much farther than finding painkillers for the goron boss and stalled out at the yiga clan stealth mission. bc despite liking being a sneaky fast sniper out in the world, i fucking hate an enforced stealth mission. i don't think i ever got past this part in my other run either.

not jacked enough to unlock the master sword, i think you need twelve hearts? i would rather have more stamina so i can get faster horses + the princess's horse.

after i unlocked a bunch of towers i spent a goofy amount of time in the Lake Floria system herself hunting for treasure chests (there are easily fifty chests in the water. wild) to get the 10k rupees to unlock the last great fairy. i also spent several real-life hours video game mining video game ore. this was deeply annoying bc i sold off all my gems to get 10k rupees and then had nothing to get those sweet sweet high level upgrades with. this was the point on sunday night where i realized i was getting irrationally annoyed with a game that is supposed to be fun, and is NOT meant to support the kind of grinding i was doing. that was enough video game for one day thank you.

did you know there's a korok in the shrine of resurrection? me either.

also did you know magnesis ACTIVATES on the windmills in Hebra but i can't figure out how to get close enough to any of them to do anything about it. annoying.

this has got to be so funny from ganons point of view. i unlocked the elephant and the falcon in under a week of in-game time and then spent several in-game months mining and collecting clothes. would that make ganon more or less anxious d'you think

making

cross stitch update. this confetti in the rover square. i am dying. here’s what it will look like finished, and a link to buy the pattern

i had such high hopes for pin stitches as a thread finishing method but i had to rip out a mistake near a pin stitch and accidentally ripped out the entire pin and single confetti cross stitch. so what the fuck. i am an insane woman who likes to fully submerge and lightly hand wash projects before they get framed to remove all the oils (yes i wash my hands before stitching, i do get paranoid) and i am not confident pin stitches will hold up to that. oh well. the loop method is pretty great in halving the number of ends i have to weave in, even though i feel like it is extremely wasteful and leaves me with lots of short useless lengths my cats would love to eat. so the gains from halving thread management are really not offset by the meticulous cat management i must embark upon every time i do my fun relaxing hobby.

and the back, which is a horror. and will only become more of a horror. but once this is framed no one will actually see it so it's FINE. i am FINE with this. i started this knowing there was going to be lots of confetti. that's the point of this masochistic pattern

i wrote the first chapter of this fic last summer and outlined the emotional beats (but not much else) while procrastinating moving and have finally lightly polished the first chapter and threw it on the archive. im trying to let things molder less and just fucking post them in the hopes this activates the writing part of my brain again but who could say what's going on up there. this is still something that hasn't quite returned to me post-covid round 2

this will eventually be an E-rated 5+1 fic fixing all the fucking bullshit around Cait Fallout4's companion quest. she will NOT go in the magic chair that tortures her into not being a junkie and being the perfect waifu. she is going to stumble backwards and accidentally into some harm reduction and get railed by a mean top. the mean top and the harm reduction won't fix her but they certainly won't hurt.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Murder On The Dance Floor (Dave York)

Dave York Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: swearing, death, murder, smut.

Summary: A little prequel to Isn't My Affair Anymore. Inspired by Sophie Ellis-Bextor's - Murder On The Dancefloor.

The nightclub was booming with life when you entered, it really wasn't your cup of tea yet unfortunately this job required for you to be here. Reaching the bar, you order a drink whilst silently taking surveillance of the room. Far off in a dark corner, Ari and Kovac were having drinks together, a few chairs to the left of the bar, was Resnik, and right next to you, pretending to be a stranger was the bane of your existence; Dave York.

The man was a total asshole. Well, at least only toward you. At first you thought it was because you were new to the team, the others having been good friends and teammates for years. Then you thought, perhaps it was due to the nature of you having joined the team that made Dave so hostile toward you. "Anyone would be extremely pissed if they've been blackmailed into taking in an extra member into their secret assassins for hire team, wouldn't they...?" You of course knew who Dave was, having interacted with both he and Susan over agency related matters as part of your duties. You came across Dave's secret side job by accident; working in the Defense Cover Office of the DIA came with its perks, so it wasn't that hard to dig around a bit and figure out what he been up to. And instead of outing him to the higher ups, you offered him a sort of partnership in exchange for your silence; with the high security clearance access you had, you would do proper background checks on each job before they were executed to secure the teams safety and therefore become an active member of the team. "Being a contract killer, you had to be extra careful..." Where the others found your addition as valuable, Dave had openly hated it, and the two of you had been butting heads ever since.

Taking a sip from your drink, your eyes land on the entrance door just as the target enters, "Show time..." you utter against the rim of the glass.

"Don't fuck it up" Dave's voice comes across your ear peace.

"Blow me" you retort.

"The two of you need to get a room..." Resnik remarks then while Ari and Kovak can be heard softly snickering over the ear peace.

"He wishes" you scoff, making your way in the direction of the target.

Murder...

It's murder on the dance floor But you better not kill the groove DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know About your kind And so-and-so and so-and-so and so-and-so and so I'll have to play

If you think you're gettin' away, I will prove you wrong I'll take you all the way, boy, just come along Hear me when I say, hey

*

"Omg, your shoe!" you gasp in surprised apology after 'accidently' bumping into the target and spilling your drink onto his shoes. "I'm so sorry... let me get something to clean it up."

"It's quite alright" the man assures you with a smile, shaking the liquid off his shoes. "See... perfectly fine. No harm done."

"I'm such a klutz" you chastise yourself, flashing him a doe-eyed smile. "Could I get you a drink as an apology then?"

"Oh, there's no need..." the man politely declines, causing you to pout in response. "Such a sad face for such a beautiful lady..." he tsks, reaching out to tilt your chin up. "How about a dance...?"

It's murder on the dance floor But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey It's murder on the dance floor But you better not steal the moves DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know There may be others And so-and-so and so-and-so and so-and-so and so You'll just have to pray

If you think you're gettin' away, I will prove you wrong I'll take you all the way, stay another song I'll blow you all away, hey

*

The target's hands were all over you as the two of you danced, your back flushed against his front as you made sure to grind extra hard onto him in distraction. Midway through the dance, he turns you around; eyes dark with lust as he pulls your body closer to his. Silently studying him as his eyes remained focused on your lip, you couldn't help but feel a little sad at having to kill him. "He was quite handsome. In another lifetime, you would have even considered getting to know him better..."

With bated breath, you watched as the target's head slowly tips down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Reaching a hand upward, you hastily release the pin-size needle in your ring as you cup the back his head.

"Ouch!" the target breaks the kiss with a gasp. Reaching up to feel at the spot; he frowns in utter displeasure, not evening noticing someone hastily sweep you out of his arms and off the dance floor.

"That was highly entertaining..." Resnik remarks, the two of you snickering whilst casually heading for the door as screams of panicked concerned rang from the dance floor.

Resnik and you barely made it out of the establishment when you were suddenly ripped from his arms backwards.

"Ride with the others" Dave orders Resnik with a head tilt.

"What the fuck, York?!" you rip away from his hold once reaching the car.

With calmed demeanor, Dave steps up to you, "shut up and get in the car."

Scoffing at his gall and rolling your eyes, you get into the car without say anything further.

It's murder on the dance floor But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey It's murder on the dance floor But you better not steal the moves DJ, gonna turn this house around somehow

Murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor) But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey It's murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor) But you better not steal the moves DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Don't think you'll get away, I will prove you wrong I'll take you all the way, boy, just come along Hear me when I say, hey

*

Entering the hotel room ahead of Dave; you whirl around, hand on your hips as you shoot him arched brow, "care to explain what all that was about?"

Dave doesn't respond, merely walks toward the mini bar to pour a drink. You silently study him as he then bypasses you toward the box of tissues on a nearby table. Walking back toward you, he presents the tissue to you. "Wipe your mouth."

Scowling at the nerve of him, yet not wanting to push your luck too much, "the man could kill you at any minute if he wanted and there was no Resnik to save your sorry ass", you snatch the tissue from his fingers and proceed to do so.

"Happy...?" you remark, waving the lipstick-stained tissue in his face.

Titling his head, with a sadistic grin plaster across his face; Dave pushes the glass out toward you. "Take this into your mouth. Do not swallow. Swirl it around your mouth, then spit it back out."

Taken aback by his unusual orders, you frown in confusion. "What-the-actual-fuck...?"

Exhaling heavily, you take the glass and do as told. Dave lets out a soft hum, giving you a nod of approval as he takes the glass from you.

"What's the meaning of all this, York?" you ask as Dave moves to place the glass down. He remains silent, his back toward you still, so you decide to ask again, "Yor-" your words were suddenly cut off by Dave's lips crushing hard against yours.

It's murder on the dance floor But you better not kill the groove It's murder on the dance floor But you better not steal the moves DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

It's murder on the dance floor But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey It's murder on the dance floor But you better not steal the moves DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

*

"I can't fucking stand you" you breathlessly utter, staring at the lust blown eyes of Dave as he panted heavily above you. A smirk slowly spreads across his lips, "that so...?", he enquires tauntingly. "How about my cock, huh...? Can you stand my cock?", emphasizing with a hard thrust of his hips.

"Fuck..." your eyes roll back with a soft cry, your grip around his waist and cock tightening in response. Dave buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning in approval against the flesh, "tight, so fucking tight..."

The only response you could muster was a weak whimper as he continued to work himself in and out of you. Lifting his face from out of your neck, Dave flashes you a mocking grin, "my cock got your tongue? Don't worry... it'll later."

You let out a groan of displeasure and Dave throws his head back whilst chuckling, "who would have thought; getting drunk on my cock would be the remedy to shutting you up?"

"Fuck you..." you hiss, glaring up at him.

Dave flashes you a dimpled smirk, "you already are..."

Opening your mouth to retort, you're thrown off-kilter when Dave picks up the pace of his thrusts. "Fuck, Dave...!" your back arches with a loud cry, heels digging hard into his lower back as your nails dig even deeper into his shoulder blades. "Just like that- Don't stop!"

"I'm not stopping. Not even if you beg me to" Dave growls out, behavior almost animalistic as he fucks you into submission.

"Dave! I'm gonna cum...!" you cry out in warning.

"Do it! Cum for me...!" Dave growls out the order. As on command, your climax hits as you clench around him tightly with a loud screech of his name.

"Fuck..." Dave groans out in approval as your walls held his cock in a vice grip.

Your high slowly begins to come down and your grip around him loosens slightly, allowing him to continue toward his own release. A man on a mission; Dave fists both hands in your hair, hips snapping harder and faster into you as his climax begins to build.

You were a whimpering mess while writhing underneath Dave as your second climax builds. "You're a tough girl-" Dave grunts out in-between rough thrusts, "you can take it."

"Fuck, Dave...!" you scream out, cumming for the second. Dave buries his face into crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into your flesh with a loud groan as he cums deep inside you.

Dave remained on top of you whilst both attempted to catch your breath, finally you break the silence, "if you wanted to fuck me all this time, you could have just told me instead of acting like an asshole..."

His body shakes in silent laughter, rolling off you then, he responds, "blow me."

"Next time" you remark, patting his chest nonchalantly; causing him to finally burst out in loud laughter.

Rolling back to lean over; Dave smiles down at you as he caressed your face, tipping down for a kiss and uttering against your lips, "next time..."

It's murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor) But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey It's murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor) But you better not steal the moves DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (on the dance floor) But you better not kill the groove 

Nxt

[beepboop260]

Gettin back into the drawing groove! I want to spend October getting better/more comfortable with watercolors cause they’re probably my favorite medium

[imconstantlycrying]

gettin my groove back

oc post: stevie

her body looks a lil weird but I couldn’t give a shit

she has paw pads so it doesn’t matter

I’ll do an info dump on her sometime but all I’ll say is she’s a zombie drone

[baycitystygian]

does anyone have any genuinely helpful tips for gettin back into a creative groove? I’m looking back on my old sketchbook and I used to be so prolific, I had so many fun and silly doodles in there and I miss the days where I could doodle like that and I want to get them back 🥺

[loopspoop]

Here ye, here ye, welcome to Chapter 6! Lots of good conversations :3 will Lupin and Jigen be able to get the information they need?

TW: anxiety, self depreciation, mild burn mention, Goemon gets another bath

Later that night, Lupin sat on the edge of the sofa as Jigen changed into some lounge pants and an old shirt. Head resting on his hands, Lupin stared at the grooves in the wood flooring. Goemon had decided to take some time to himself for an unofficial self care night, which he was more than glad about. However, the events from earlier continued to nag at Lupin’s mind.

“….was this all my fault..?” He asked quietly after a moment, catching Jigen off guard.

The gunman turned toward the thief, studying him quietly for a second before slipping his shirt on and sitting down beside him. Lupin knew he was in for a therapy session with Doctor Jigen. Maybe he needed it? He wasn’t sure he would like the answer.

“You know that this isn’t your fault, Lu.” Jigen frowned, lighting up an old cigarette from the ashtray nearby.

“But isn’t it? It was supposed to be my job to make sure everything was in order. Mawson’s notes, the plan, contingencies, backup plans…I just…I thought I was prepared but I wasn’t, Jigen. Goemon nearly died and it was my fault. Now all of this ice stuff is going on…” Lupin frowned, running a hand through his hair as he glared at the floor. “I was missing something.”

“So you missed somethin’.” Jigen shrugged. “It happens to everyone at some point, man. Gettin’ hung up on it, though? That’s where people keep fuckin’ up. You spend so much time fixated on what you did wrong that you can’t ever do anythin’ right afterwards because you’re all stressed out.”

Lupin hummed, sitting quietly as he replayed the events of the last few days over in his head. The explosion was what started all of this…but it didn’t sound like their normal run of the mill explosion. Normal ones were much deeper…this one sounded lighter in tone, almost like if someone had blown out a bunch of storefront windows… and surely there would’ve been more signs that someone had been down there if an explosive had been planted? Even then, it didn’t really explain the ice manipulation…

“Jigen.”

“Hm?”

“..That explosion on the shelf..did it seem odd to you?” Lupin looked back at him, frowning.

“…Well…at the time I wasn’t thinkin’ about it but..yeah, actually. It didn’t seem like an actual explosion, yknow?” Jigen frowned, nodding a bit. “What’re you thinkin’?”

“Honestly? That I missed something really important. It isn’t like we haven’t encountered weird stuff before but this is…” Lupin frowned, grabbing the map and paperwork from his bag nearby as he spread them out on the coffee table.

Studying the paperwork quietly, Lupin chewed the inside of his lip as Jigen watched from over his shoulder. After a moment, Lupin fished his lighter from his pocket and held it under the paperwork quietly.

“What the hell are you-?” Jigen leaned forward, eyes widening a bit.

“Easy, I won’t light it. Look.” Lupin frowned, watching as writing appeared along the margins of the papers.

“What the…?” Jigen watched the ink appear, surprised.

“Invisible ink. Guys like Mawson with secrets liked to use it to hide information they don’t want found.. Lucky for us, I know every trick in the book when it comes to hidden information. I just need to use it on our intel from now on, I guess.” Lupin sighed, reading through the margins.

‘AVOID AT ALL COSTS! Contact made with the stone has proven it too dangerous for extraction! Details recounted in Expedition Log 2, pages 468-470!’

Lupin frowned, looking at the words quietly. “We need to find Mawson’s expedition journals..”

“Fuck, and where are those supposed to be at?” Jigen frowned, looking at Lupin quietly.

“If I remember correctly, a lot of his stuff was donated to the Australian Museum in Sydney.” Lupin frowned, grabbing a local map he had tucked away somewhere. “Yep. Guess we have another job to do, then.”

Jigen frowned, looking at the map quietly. “It’s a four day drive…”

“Or a four hour flight.” Lupin looked at him, smiling a bit. “We need to do this so we know how to help Goemon.”

“What are we gonna do with him though?” Jigen raised an eyebrow, frowning more.

“What do you mean?” Lupin tilted his head curiously.

“Well, we can’t just lug an unstable ice wieldin’ samurai across Australia, Lu. He’s stressed as it is, what do you think a four day drive and a heist will do to him?” Jigen gave him a look. “He’s better off restin’ here.”

Lupin frowned, nodding a bit as he looked toward the loft bedroom. He didn’t want to cause any extra stress to Goemon right now. He was probably already dealing with a lot of complex feelings regarding this and his inability to control it. Goemon liked to be precise in everything he did, so Lupin knew this was stressing him out a lot more than he was probably letting on.

“I guess I’ll go let him know what we’re planning to do.” Lupin sighed, standing as he made his way to the bathroom.

~~~~~~

Laying back in his bath, Goemon sighed softly. The heat of the water made him feel like he had a lot more energy compared to earlier when he was cold. He was concerned about any further ice incidents…but he was trying to avoid thinking about it while he was trying to relax at least.

“Goemon..?” A soft knock at the door announced Lupin’s presence outside it.

“You can come in.” Goemon looked over, sitting up a bit.

Lupin stepped inside, smiling a bit as he leaned against the wall across from him. “Feeling better?”

Goemon nodded faintly, glancing away quietly. The heat from the bath helped but it did little for his anxious thought process or the occasional hissing whispers of the voice in his head. He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell Lupin and Jigen..or if he would even be able to tell them. Would it all spiral out of control before he could? Would he hurt them? Would they ditch him here to deal with it alone in order to not be held back?

“Goe? Hey.” Lupin sat beside the bath, frowning. “It’s alright.”

Taking a breath, Goemon nodded as he looked toward Lupin quietly. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well…Jigen and I have been talking..” Lupin looked at him, taking his hand carefully when he noticed the way Goemon’s body barely twitched with anxious energy. “We don’t think what happened at the shelf was something someone else left us to find.”

Goemon bit the inside of his cheek, listening quietly. “Okay..?”

“My leading theory right now is a curse..and I should’ve checked before but I found hidden notes on the maps Mawson left. He’s left hidden information in his expedition journals that we’re going to have to snatch from the Australian Museum in Sydney if we want any actual answers.” Lupin smiled a little. “So we have that to look forward to at least.”

“That is good news…when will we be leaving?” Goemon tilted his head, looking at Lupin curiously.

“Jigen and I will be leaving tomorrow. The flight will take about 4 hours each way, so it’ll take us all day basically.”

“…You and Jigen..?”

See? They don’t find you useful anymore when you’re too much of a mess for them to bring along~

Looking away quietly, Goemon tried to steady himself. He could hide disappointment easier before this had happened. Now, he could feel the bath temperature cooling around himself the more upset he grew.

“Just because we don’t want to put too much on you right now.” Lupin frowned, leaning forward a bit. “Hey, listen.” He cupped Goemon’s face gently. “I would love to bring you. I wanted to bring you. It’s important to me that you’re involved with this because it’s impacting you the most. I just don’t want you to take on too much though. I think you should stay here and rest so you don’t put too much strain on your body. Once we’re back I promise you’ll be included in everything, okay?”

“…You give me your word..?” Goemon blushed faintly at his touch, glancing at Lupin hopefully.

“You have my word.” Lupin nodded, smiling at him with that confidence he got before a heist. “We’ll sort this all out together.”

Goemon nodded faintly, smiling weakly as he watched him. He would trust Lupin with that, then. He knew that he shouldn’t entertain any doubts the voice brought into his mind, especially with Lupin right here counteracting the very foundation of most of them. He wasn’t sure why it was so hard now…

“Your hair needs a good wash..here, c’mere.” Lupin gently moved him closer, grabbing some shampoo before dunking his hands into the water. “YOWCH-!!”

Jumping back as he cried out, Lupin shook his hands off quickly as he blew on them. Eyes wide, he quickly held a hand over the waters surface before pulling it back before looking at Goemon incredulously. Goemon frowned, looking from the water to Lupin’s hands, which were a nice pink now..was the water that warm to him?

“Goe, what the hell? That water is scalding! How are you not burnt??” Lupin lifted his arm, frowning at the red where the water had been. “Goemon, you’ve gotta make the water cooler before you burn yourself.”

“It..It feels like a normal warm bath to me..?” Goemon frowned quietly, biting his lip. “Anything less feels too cold..”

“Seriously..?” Lupin looked down at him in concern, sitting back beside him as he looked him over. “What all have you been feeling since this started?”

“Ah..cold, mostly..and tired.” Goemon frowned, glancing away. “It hurts sometimes..deep inside, the cold goes past the surface of my skin all the way to my soul almost…it feels worse the colder it gets. And-“

You really think he wouldn’t send you off the first chance he gets? Tell him you hear me and when he asks what you really think deep down he’ll cast you aside faster than you can blink. ‘Oh, Lupin, the voices in my head are telling me to freeze you solid’, that’ll go over well!

Cringing as the water temperate dropped to lukewarm, Goemon pulled his knees to his chest and took a shaky breath. Lupin deserved his honesty but…he did want it to compromise their friendship either. He didn’t want these thoughts, yet they kept coming. He wanted nothing more than for them to stop plaguing him.

“Goemon…” Lupin rubbed his back gently, frowning at the temperature change. “Does it hurt right now?”

Nodding faintly, Goemon squeezed his eyes shut quietly. He wanted nothing more than to say what was actually going on. But what would happen if Lupin did throw him aside? He wouldn’t be able to handle this on his own…

“I’m right here.” Lupin said softly, frowning as he continued to try to soothe him. “You don’t need to tell me everything right now if it’s too hard, okay? We can take it slow.”

“It’s just…so much…” Goemon mumbled quietly, glancing at Lupin anxiously.

“I bet it is.” Lupin nodded, helping him stand. “Come on, let’s get you one of those heated blankets Jigen grabbed for you and we can talk about it more if you want?” He offered gently.

Goemon nodded faintly, biting his lip as he held onto Lupin quietly. He was used to doing so much on his own…but now Lupin was even getting towels and blankets for him and he wasn’t sure how to navigate that either..

~~~~~

Sitting with Goemon, who was now wrapped in a heated blanket with another blanket on top, Lupin passed the samurai a cup of tea as he sat across from him. He wanted to be open with Goemon, because he knew Goemon wanted to tell him something he felt like he couldn’t safely share. Years of being together had taught Lupin how to read even the more subtle of cues any of his gang presented.

“Look, Goe, I’m not going to push you to share anything you’re not comfortable sharing, but I want you to know that I’m not going to judge whatever it is that’s going on. This is something completely new for all of us and I want you to know it’s okay to tell me anything that’s going on.” Lupin looked at him gently, studying him quietly.

Goemon looked at his tea quietly. “I…am afraid of what will happen if I share what’s going on…” he mumbled softly

Lupin nodded, frowning a bit as he took Goemon’s hand in his own. “Why? Is it that you’ll think we’ll be upset or…?”

Goemon flinched away, biting his lip hard. “I am dangerous.”

“You’ve always been dangerous, Goe. You wield an all powerful sword with better precision than a laser cutter.” Lupin smiled gently, leaning forward to meet his eye.

“…I…I-I am hearing a voice..” Goemon bit his lip harder, curling in on himself as he closed his eyes tightly.

Lupin frowned deeply, looking at him quietly. Poor Goemon seemed so small again…so uncertain..he wasn’t used to seeing him this way. He wasn’t sure what was going through Goemon’s mind but..he wasn’t going to let whatever he was thinking would happen come to fruition.

“And I’m figuring that the voice is probably freaking you out a lot, huh?” Lupin nodded, looking at him gently.

Goemon nodded a bit, glancing at him anxiously. “Yes..”

“We’ll sort this out, Goe, I promise.” Lupin took his hand gently. “But I’m not worried about you hurting us or whatever it is you’re thinking. I know you would never do that, just like I know you’ll be able to control all of this soon. We’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”

Goemon nodded a bit, relaxing slightly. Lupin was sure that Goemon was probably concerned about his reaction..but he knew that he couldn’t help most of what was going on right now so he had no good reason to have any negative reaction to Goemon for that. It wasn’t his fault, after all. He and Jigen would get to Sydney tomorrow, get the book, and then they’d find a way to break this curse so things could get back to normal.