#god it feels good to draw more personal art again

[orimuraa]

• The sun’s engaged to the sky - 이희승 ↳ ┊: falling behind - laufey

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆you were shy and introverted, but meeting a certain someone made you want to try and be more his type ⨾

۶ৎ heeseung x fem!reader┆fluff┆heeseung is the son of reader’s parent’s coworkers┆petnames, slight insecurities?┆wc 973

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was supposed to be a short drabble but i got a bit carried away…thank you to the anon who requested! i hope you enjoy >.<

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

"y/n let's go!" you mom called out from downstairs.

your parents often had business meetings that they would take you on just so you wouldn't be alone all the time. however, you loved being alone. you were on the shy side and you found socializing immensely difficult, making the work meetings awkward for you.

"our client has a son who's around you age, sweetie!" your mom says in her bubbly tone when you arrive downstairs.

"great...friends..." you say sarcastically, letting your shoulders droop just at the dreadful thought. you weren't sure if you looked too dark but you wore your usual color—black. it wasn't anything too fancy, just a black collared shirt and some black dress pants.

the car ride was comfortable as you were able to drown out your anxiety with music while your parents talked. it wasn't that you were incapable of talking to people, it was just hard as you were a serious introvert.

when you arrived, you slowly got out of the car, attempting to delay your parents as much as possible. unfortunately, it didn't work as the other couple was already waiting for you at the entrance.

there stood a couple that you hardly looked at because right next to them was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen.

he was in a casual white dress shirt but damn he looked good. his hair was a shade of deep red while his bambi eyes sparkled brighter than the sun.

"hi, i'm heeseung! y/n, right?" you nod. "gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl" he winks. god damn his stupid flirting skills.

"h-hi..it's nice to meet you," you blush, unable to think properly anymore. he was so pretty it made you nervous and you resisted the urge to dig a hole and hide it it.

“nice to meet you to, i’m lee heeseung,” he smiled, sticking his hand out to shake yours. god- even his hand was pretty-

“well, you kids have fun while we do the adult talking,” you mom jokes, making you scowl.

your parents and his walked into a conference room, leaving you and heeseung to keep each other company.

“sooo…what do you like to do?..” you cringed at your poor attempt to make small talk.

“i like to write songs,” he smiles, everything getting more perfect each time you looked at him.

“oh? really? that’s cool,” you reply, mentally slapping yourself for being so awkward.

“how about yourself?” he asked, his voice so smooth and warm. no wonder he was a singer.

“i like to do art,” you say shyly, feeling your ears heat up.

“that’s so cool! i’ve always admired people with artistic talent..i..i can’t draw whatsoever,” he laughs, his eyes forming into little crescents.

“maybe i could draw while you make music..i think our parents will be meeting a lot more,” you offer, fiddling nervously with the hem of your sleeve.

“that sounds lovely y/n,” he smiles once again, his voice now softer.

when you got home, you realized that heeseung seemed like a very outgoing person. definitely the type of person you weren’t. then your mind started to drift. would he ever date someone like you? if you changed, would he then consider you?

you spent the test of your evening watching videos on how to be social and also fixing your all black wardrobe.

so the next time you went with your parents, you were basically a whole new person.

each time, you tried to slowly change. more laughs, more smiles, more personality. you hoped it caught heeseung’s eye.

you finally decided to go full out this meeting. maybe then heeseung would notice you for someone more his type. you were giddy and excited to go, skipping out of your room clad in a pink sweater and a black skirt.

“oh- sweetie are you okay?” your mom questioned, blown away by the change in her daughter.

“eh, leave her, she’s having fun,” your dad said, chuckling as he got in the car.

heeseung was just as perfect as he was the last time you saw him—if not more so.

“hi heeseung!” you smiled, a huge smile on your face.

“hi y/n, you seem different today?” he asked, an amused hanging on his lips.

“o-oh? really?” you stutter, caught off guard.

“y/n, you don’t need to change to please me,” heeseung says gently, moving one of his hands over to yours. “you were perfect as you were the first day i met you. in fact- i think i enjoy the shy ynnie better.”

“you really think so? but you’re so- you’re so…i don’t know! perfect!” you blurt, your confession coming from your lips.

“me? perfect? please, nobody’s perfect,” heeseung laughs, pushing back his hair. “plus, if i’m perfect, you must be beyond perfect, angel.”

“gosh- i don’t know how anyone could keep that up for their whole life! that was exhausting,” you sigh, letting your shoulders relax a bit. “but you really think i’m better all shy and unable to socialize?” you question, feeling the blush creep up your cheeks.

"i thought it was cute," heeseung shrugged, smirking when he saw how flustered you got. "besides, i want to be fall for the real you, not this made up one."

"what- you...you like me?" you freeze, unsure if you heard him correctly.

"yeah, i mean- you're so sweet and i find it so cute how you get so shy," heeseung chuckles lightly. "maybe i could take you on a date, angel?"

you didn't trust you voice enough to respond so you managed an enthusiastic nod towards heeseung. "i would really like that..." you said, your voice barely over a whisper.

"i'm glad our parents work together, and i'm glad i met you, cutie," heeseung says, booping your nose like you were a little kid.

he could get used to making you flustered.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy, @soona-huh, @kiwicup, @yuuuraaa

[drizzlessketchingnook]

I’m back!

I have a bit more free time now that I’m done with school and all. So I wanted to celebrate with a full piece for once! Thanks again Grass for letting me borrow your boy, Donnie!

Donatello/Donnie belongs to @regularassgrass

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

painting a mackerel today :]

[digiflora]

╭┄──── 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

featuring. genshin men 〆 wc. 1.2k

art creds. こは on twt 〆 contains. suggestiveness and brief smut!!, toxic fwb dynamics, jealousy

gia's notes. i drank too much coffee and now i feel sick and can't sleep ughhhhh 😞😞 n e ways enjoy these headcanons while i work on a proper fic (kinda) about this premise :3. i was gonna write more for this but then i kinda ran out of juice so... y'all rocking with this ⁉️⁉️

╰┄➤ ❝ request. anon 〆 HELLOOO I read your friends with benefits angst and IF UR COMFORTABLE WITH IT could u write if they found out you had someone else on the side as well? If they’d care, if they’d be bothered by it and just little headcanons and stuff, anyways, I hope u have a good day/night !!! 🎀❤️:3 ❞

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ HE’S COMPLETELY FINE WITH IT… RIGHT?

-these guys are your most dependable to get into a friends with benefits relationship with, simply because they’re very good at drawing a distinction between being around you to fuck and maybe cuddle afterwards, versus wanting something more

-and before this had all started, you had drawn out some very distinct ground rules

-one. if you start to catch feelings, tell the other person

-two. If you start fucking someone else, tell the other person

-three. ESPECIALLY if you’re doing it raw with number two

-and this has you wringing your hands pathetically in your lap, fingers twisting themselves into knots as you can barely meet the eye of the man that you had called to come over a mere twenty minutes ago

-he wasn’t stupid- the fact that you hadn’t yanked him into your place by his shirt before ripping it off of him made it clear that the nature of his visit was… not for the ordinary reason

-another great sign was the way your leg bounced incessantly, eyes darting everywhere in the room but him as you chewed at the edge of your thumbnail

-the silence was killing him, though, so he decided to put an end to it

-he calls your name, trying to be stern though you can both hear the playful edge to his voice. he also plants a warm hand on your knee, enough to make you finally look up into his eyes

-”you gonna tell me which rule we need to talk about today?”

-your eyes widen, gaze darting off to the side once again and he chuckles at your bashfulness

-fuck, had you really been so obvious?

“look, i understand, honestly i’d fall for me too if i were you, what with the way i fuck-”

-“-it’s rule two”

-and back to silence

-”ah. i see”

-you’re scanning his face now

-you weren’t even sure that you knew what you wanted him to be feeling right now. jealous? hesitant? indifferent?

-”and are there… any other rules you need to mention?” the silence hangs heavy in the air, any of the other numbers you could mention opening doors to such avenues that you firmly wanted locked right now

-”no”

-you look him in the eyes for this, again. you didn’t ave anything to hide

-and you watch with surprise at the honest to god grin that crosses his features, as if you had given him a birthday gift early

-”well,” he begins, shifting his weight to face you, knees brushing yours as his hand begins to travel further up, smoothing over your thigh

-”that’s a relief to hear”

-”it is?” you sound breathless, and he uses this as an excuse to lean in closer as if to hear you better, only to whisper his own words right into your ear

-”i must be your favourite, because you’re going to have to definitely mention that rule three to him”

-your scandalised retort dies on your lips when his head dips lower, lips and tongue latching onto your neck, tracing patterns and leaving love bites in his wake

-”thereee we go, that’s more like it,” he chuckles into your skin again, hands leveraging you onto his lap so that he can continue his ministrations

-he’ll have your brain so muddled by the end of tonight that you’ll question why you even needed a rule two in the first place

-and maybe, just maybe, when you do break things off with whoever he was, you’d need to stipulate a rule one as well

KAEYA, ayato, WRIOTHESLEY, capitano, itto, THOMA, zhongli

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ THE LOVERBOY… WHO’S DEFINITELY NOT HEARTBROKEN!!!

-sleeping with him, even in this little undisclosed fling, is sweet

-you can tell that he cares about you, more than whether you cum or not, and there’s adoration in his eyes when he runs his hands all over your body

-it’s enough to twist that little knife in your chest that much further every time he bites his lips when the two of you are making love

-(fucking, you would correct him hastily)

-you see how hard he fights to keep what he wants to say inside of him as you ride him, hips slow and sensual before slamming back down against his thighs

-you see the way his brows crease, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels you clench around him, a strangled moan just managing to escape him

-and when he cums, deep inside you, you’re left with the cloying taste of guilt in your mouth when he kisses you feverishly before anything else, like a lover

-and it breaks your heart to do this, it really does, but you have to remind him that at the end of the day, you’re not exclusive

-”i’m seeing someone else”

-you try to slip it into a conversation as casually as possible

-the two of you are sat at his table, eating a meal that he had insisted on cooking for you, only candlelight illuminating the room, and some soft music playing in the background

-the scene felt so domestic that you were scared he would ask you to be his girlfriend any second now, and it just slipped out before he could get another word in

-you’re digging around your plate, pretending to fix yourself a forkful- he really was a good cook- though you can’t miss the way that he tenses in the corner of your vision

-your throat feels dry, and that knife just can’t quit twisting- but you need to make this distinction clear. for yourself. for him

-”i don’t know what to say”

-you quirk an eyebrow at this

-”really?”

-he pauses now, thinking, not enough to hide the hurt in his eyes. it’s injected into every feature of his, and he picks at his own plate now. the blade’s embedded deep in your chest, and it hurts now

-”i’m… sorry”

-you technically didn’t do anything wrong- you both agreed that this would be casual. but why did it feel like you had betrayed him?

-it’s an agonising silence as you both process what you just said. you’re not sure if he’ll ever speak again until you hear a hoarse voice croak out “i think that you should go”

-you didn’t have to look at him to tell that he was crying- you at least had the dignity to not mention it, to not fight it as you nod silently, feeling numb as he walks you to his door

-it all feels too final as he looks you in your eyes one last time, searching for something there before he looks crestfallen and sighs, beginning to close the door

-”goodbye, y/n. get home safe”

-you can only see the paint of his door now- some shuffling on the other end of it before you’re left utterly alone, stabbed clean through with the dripping mess of your grave mistake pooling at your feet

DILUC, neuvillette, CHILDE, dainsleif, ALHAITHAM, cyno, kaveh

➤ IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... she hold me down like gravity

[miltonbarbie]

Wukong, Mk, and Macaque with a very hyperactive + bubbly crush </3

[Mentions of NSFW]

🍑 Wukong 🍑

He always loved how talkative and straightforward you were, he's never seen someone as confident as you before.

When you first met, his first thought was literally just: WOW. This person is A LOT.

Would honestly listen to you for hours even considering that he can get impatient with other people sometimes.

Greet him with a hug, he'll try playing it off all cool and stuff but he lays awake at night thinking about it.

You two go out to the amusement park a lot. And your always dragging him to roller coasters or REALLY fast rides. He's 100% gonna excuse himself to go to the washroom and then throw up. But he loves you too much to ask you to leave.

He notices every little thing you do, like when your sitting down and you start kicking your feet. He's gonna die and come back to life.

As much as an amazing, strong, powerful and supercool (his words, not yours!) Diety he is, when he thinks about you he legit starts twirling around and jumping up and down squealing like he's your biggest fan.

I feel like he's really good at art, so he's gonna ask if he can draw you once in a while. Tell him you love it, and he's just gonna fall for you again. Even better if you hang it up in your house.

When you start dating, you'll feel more comfortable enough to get more relaxed around him, but it still shocks him how behaved you can be if you want to. He's definitely still used to you being all Impulsive and whatnot.

You two are literally the embodiment of eccentric reckless cutie x chill enabler and it works so well for you two.

This immortal fucking GOD is simping over a hyperactive human dumbass and he feels absolutely no shame for it.

Also let's be real, Wukong is the biggest whore known to mankind. So we all know damn well he's had fantasies of pounding that little mortal pvssy until you screamed.

🍜 Mk 🍜

Oh boy oh boy..

YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. PERIOD.

You two gush over everything together, doesn't matter whether it's a show you love or some random shit Mk keeps rambling about like some bootleg illegal ripoff of a Monkey king inspired video game called "MONKE KANG: Asskicker 3D"!!!!!!!!

You both are stupid but you love each other justtt the same <3

In between shifts he'll get caught by Pigsy trying to text you and he'll do it again. And again. And aga-

So much ADHD.. You two get overstimulated being around the other so as much as you don't want, you have to take breaks from seeing him sometimes.

But even with all that energy he has, you still can't get enough of lil' ol' Mk.

He once tried to secretly replace himself with a clone because he wanted to hang out with you but got busy.. You found out right away and yapped about it for 4 hours.

Mk is emotionally unavailable most of the time, so when you two get some alone time, it takes all the strength in him not to confess flat-out because he missed you so so much.

Sometimes he wishes he wasn't the Monkie Kid because it takes time away from being near you. But it's okay, you plan stuff every once in a while.

You got really jumpy and happy when he showed you his Monkey form, and he let you brush his fur for the rest of the day. Now he's like that most of the time because one, he can't really control it. And two, you love his monkey form anyway!

He's definitely thought of fucking you animal-style in that form too.

Have fun being idiots together, the rest of the gang are on literal MISSIONS to keep you two apart.

🎭 Macaque 🎭

Ohhoo he loves seeing that stupidly pretty face of yours whenever you get all excited..

But to be honest, he thought you were REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING at the beginning when he first met you.

He only began to soften up a few weeks or maybe a month or two after realizing how much of a sweetheart you were, and that your hyperactive traits were just a part of what makes you, you.

Sometimes when you're in your room and you're on a call with someone, he'll send one of his shadow clones to listen to your voice for him so he can jerk off to it.

You go to all of his plays, and he's usually a confident guy. But one look at YOU? He's so close to accidentally stuttering on the stage he has to mentally slap himself to make sure not to.

His biggest turn-on is when you wear skirts and you're jumping around all giggly n stuff while he gets the perfect view of your ass.. That's why he prefers to walk beside you or slightly behind you to get that 4k quality.

You two definitely have that Yapper + Listener vibe. You can talk about some absolute bullshit and hell, he'll still be listening to you. But half the time he zones out imagining what that mouth of yours would look like on his cock.

He wanted to buy you roses but got embarrassed (surprisingly) and shoved them up Wukong's ass.

He's a biter. He's such a biter and even while keeping that "friendly" attitude with you, he always finds a way to put his teeth on you. Whether you're fighting over a snack or play fighting. Even during a regular conversation he just bites your shoulder?? Kinky much??? (Yes, he is.)

You found him sleeping on top of your ceiling so you threw a rock at him to wake him up and he started borderline hissing at you like he had rabies. He then realized it was you and didn't speak to you for a whole week.

You make him do things he wouldn't regularly do and it pisses him off.

[sans-enjoyer]

Inanimate Insanity Episode 16 Spoilers!!!!

its been like, two days since episode 16, and people are already arguing about Mephone's age. He is a child, and this didnt come out of nowhere guys, he's always BEEN a child:

^post from 2018!! 5 YEARS ago!

^Brian reposting art (amazing art btw<3) where Mephone is described as a CHILD and drawing in a childish way.

^Brian saying that Mephone is so young he doesn't even know how to SPELL.

Now; heres some stuff ive been hearing in argument against him being a child.

"Cobs is infantilizing him." I agree with this to a certain extent, he is acting like Mephone is a child who cant comprehend anything like an abusive parent. but thats where it stops. Children can ALSO be infantlized! But aside from that, Cobs even says; "I forgot how young you are!" Parents don't say that to their adult children, because it makes no sense unless Mephone is a child.

Secondly, why would Brian and Justin be doing the same thing? They say he's young!

"He has an adult voice." Robots don't hit puberty! This means nothing. Unless youre saying that the creators implied hes an adult because hes voiced by an adult, well i'll have to refer you to the images above.

"He hosts an entire show." Arguably not very well, also again, he's a robot, and also, theyre on an island! its not like you need a permit to film on a random island in god knows where. Any child can "host" a show if they have enough determination, general knowledge of how they work, and equipment, and would you know it Mephone has all three! He knows how they work because he watched them in meeple, and he can generate any equipment he needs.

"He's a robot, he doesn't have an age." True..? sort of...? But the thing is, being legally defined as a child is based off your mental capacity. Children arent as mentally/emotionally intelligent as grown adults, because they don't have the life experience nor the capacity to be. Mephone barely has ANY life experience, he grew up in Meeple, and then started the show immediately after leaving. And obviously, in Inanimate Insanity (and all object shows), robots are almost always sentient beings, unlike real life.

"He's much more mature than a child, especially one that couldn't spell." Debatable! First of all, he thinks things like 'going to jail for one day' and 'the calm down corner' are terrible punishments, like children. If you tell a child to go sit on the stairs for 5 minutes and frame it as a punishment, they will take it as serious as anything else. Secondly, he literally decided to make a random species of bat.. things? fight to the death because they ate his four month old ice cream. No mature person would do that... Thirdly, abused children ACT more mature than others because they HAVE to be. Abused children are not ALLOWED to act like children. They have to be mature for themselves because who else is going to be? Who else is going to take care of you when your parent doesn't? But that doesn't mean they arent still a child.

So now we tread into questionable territory. Is it okay to deny the idea that he is a child at all costs, just so you can ship him or sexualize him? There is really no other reason why you would deny that he is a child.

Now obviously; lets not harass anyone who has drawn ship art of him or sexualized him in the past. This stuff was not commonly known, most people thought he was an adult. But if you look deeper, he isn't.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk, if anyone reads this far (￣^￣)ゞI know I usually only post art, but this is an important topic to me as i am very hyperfixated on Mephone4 i swear i can't control it guys!!

Feel free to make any counter points, im open to discussion, but i am also very set on this opinion. Have a good day everyone!!☆

[ethtyn]

LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG 🚦

taglist:

@ashiyn @single-malt-scotch @goodtimeswithetho @pebbltree @crabbunch @catmaidetho @amethyst-allium @stitchthesewords

sooooo ermm i guess i get to talk about this piece now YIPPEE

i am one of those people who's constantly trying to figure out what their own art style looks like LMFAO. i take frequent breaks from art due to mental health shit so it feels like every time i come back i'm trying to find my footing again.

that being said, i had a lot of caffeine yesterday and started this on a whim and it ended up being something i'm incredibly proud of. i think it helps that i've been redrawing old emotes for a friend's twitch channel, so figuring out which brushes i like right now was really helpful, and i ended up using my personal emote palette like...a lot. that pink in Etho's eye, the purple used for shading, most of the browns are all used in my own emotes. it's wild how much having colours already picked out streamlines things!

Etho is the one i started with, of course, and ended up being one that i went back to re-draw after i'd done...three? or four? more, because the sizing wasn't right and i wasn't happy with the posing. i still wish i could have conveyed him dipping his chin into his coat fluff a little better, but oh well. i thought of the little detail of him looking at Martyn's drawing at the last second (#ethtyn4life) and it made me laugh so i did it. points to you if you caught that!

Joel was the second - life!Joel has always been fey in my head, especially after that season when he just went batshit insane the second he turned red. can't explain it, that's just how it be. i tried to give him an air of subtle menace about him but i think he just looks sleepy 💀 i'd like to do these as individual, larger pieces at some point, so maybe i can work on that more then.

Grian was the third - he reminds me of a Lost Boy here and that wasn't intentional but the Lost Boys always kind of freaked me out and life!Grian's kinda freaky so i think it fits. his little smirk is so creepy and i love him.

i don't remember who i did next after this so we'll just go in order pfft

Bdubs is SO CUTE look at him. one of the few where i couldn't make a menacing expression work, and honestly with how good his profile turned out i barely mind. i did that side profile with no reference, y'all, idk what kind of crack i was on last night. what the hell. this was about the point where i started wanting to do little lore doodles for everybody so i added the clock face - i think it clashes with the red background but what can you do.

CLEOOOOOO CLEO CLEO. i LOVED drawing them, i think their design is one of my favourites of the bunch. her hair has always been snakes in my head and AGAIN i drew those with no reference, can you fucking believe that. i loved the little detail of some of the snakes poking at the people next to her, they're so cute hehe. also Cleo has freckles now, i'm so sorry but i don't make the rules. someone complimented the teeth in the reblogs and THANK YOU!! they're not quite anatomically correct but fuck it we ball and they look cool as hell anyway.

Martyn is so smug, i love him. points if you caught that he's looking at Cleo bc Double Life, i wanted to do something a lil different with him than just another straight up symmetry tool drawing and i think it fits. he is so eye-searing tho sir please tone it down.

Lizzie is fey just like her husband, and also she is smol. i don't think it's conveyed as well as i'd like here but i also didn't want her to look like a straight-up child so i did what i could. she is So Scary with those vacant blue eyes oh my god. and drawing her hair was sooooo fun i love long hair ahh

with Gem i basically smoothed out a rough design sketch i posted awhile back and i'm so proud of the little head cock she's got going on, she looks so cool. also her hair?? idk how i did that. i love her swoopy bangs so much.

Pearl is moth. Pearl will always be Moth. so she got lil antennae and big buggy eyes. drawing that hood was so satisfying, i used to try and draw Raven Teen Titans in high school and could never get the hood to look right so seeing this one come out perfectly was sooooo good. and of course had to include a teensy moon.

that's all i've got, i think - i feel myself crashing LMFAO. maybe at some point i'll come back and say more but here's this for now!

[auset66]

I don't think it will reach many people but I want you guys to be proud of yourself. Sometimes the things we achieved along the lines can feel not very significant but you still did.

Your own original ideas you started from scratch. Sometimes we need more than just believing in ourselves. We need to appreciate too sometimes of how much we actually achieved.

Even if in the five years you see your progress in just one area and it only progressed level one still babe it's perfect. Not everyone is granted everything on silver spoon you didn't you did all that yourself. Learning unlearning and still going.

If you were your own child what would you do? How would you feel for this progress? Not that good? You know it should have been more cause you can do it? Don't beat yourself over it. Look at the other areas that you progressed. Your energy and mind were not focused on just one area of betterment it was for your whole.

Look at yourself and around other and not just this one specific area of your life which you think you didn't progress even when you had the resources and everything. You are not lazy, universe don't hate you, and you are not going backwards.

You are just progressing even if you can't see but every area of your life in the areas which you can't even see. So be gentle with yourself and take a moment to be proud of how much you actually grow up.

If you do drawing of some sort I feel your art is very fun not just healing it is fun you know like colour yellow. Different cool and sunshine? I see one secret admirer of your art. And I don't think or see this person will ever like come out or talk I feel very introverted energy but yes. Your art is something good. Even if it feels almost absurd. Your art is fun and childlike not just to you but to those you admire your art. Though again do it for yourself and not for the likes and fame.

I love your energy and I feel a lot of progress slow but yours authentic. I see you glowing from within the areas of your life on spiritual and on material level too which though you cant see progressed. God bless you, keep growing, keep going. And be proud of yourself. You are not stuck just doing the work on every level.

[seadeepspaceontheside]

How do you talk about "proship" stuff without immediately getting bombarded with hate and dismissed as a terrible person?

I'm on your side, but it seems most people are not, and not willing to listen at all.

I wanna make some small things clear lol I am not the spokesperson for this topic. There are far more people who are more articulate and have done more research and I would rather just be drawing lol

I usually state that if you're not a great speaker or can't articulate yourself very well, link to the experts that understand how this stuff works. Like I've said before, a lot of the therapists and articles I have linked have done a better job than I on the topic. Because you might be actually hurting your case when you're trying to explain to someone these things and you are either hung up on the trees over the forest or can't explain something because they catch you on a minute detail.

That being said, the main advice I would give is to not to use these loaded terms themselves, just the dynamic itself. In all honesty, if you use that kind of terminology (proship/anti), it usually turns people's brains off and makes them think you're weird automatically.

I would just point out that there's a wide range of different types of stories (from tv shows to myths of yore) that have spanned centuries--even some of which featuring taboos. And the ills of society do not have these stories to blame.

I am tired, because when I think we've moved on from these rehashed arguments and stupid discourse about media , I come to find arguments that were settled ten years ago are rearing their heads again. And this time they're coming with threats!

They did this with D&D and rock music. (You would be lured into satanic rituals and be deviants) They did this was violent movies and video games (You would want to commit murders or want murderers to go free) They did with this with rap and music videos (You would be hypnotized into violence by the artist and you would want to be a harlot) They did this with anime (Foreign media that is super weird and turn people into super freaks) They did this was queer media (Gonna turn you gay) They did this with superheroes (Children will think they can fly, they think punching will solve their problems)

Now this type of persecution comes for people that are doing taboo fanworks. I am tired of seeing this shit. Hindsight is free--those who were young for these old campaigns can see this stuff clearly for what it is: veiled right-wing rhetoric that is easily adopted by useful idiots who believe they are "helping". This time, the main push has been from young people in fandom spaces.

This is how it works.

All art communicates worldviews to some extent, but that doesn't make everything propaganda. Artists aren't working to eliminate other worldviews or stifle the existence of other artists--that is actually what propaganda is. It often comes from a perspective that embraces the imperialist or patriarchal status quo.

To someone on the fence who might be reading this: art is subjective. Your need to moralize what you consume is fraught. Consuming "good" media made with "good morals" and not "taboo" doesn't make you live a good life or become a good person. You're going to hit a wall one of these days where something you enjoy will be seen as something gross/repulsive/troubling and when you have been cut off from all those who would have defended you, you will have no one around you. If you feel like you are constantly put under a magnifying glass by said friends over what you ship, what art you enjoy.... Its not healthy! When you can't unfollow or say how you truly feel in a group of people and feel "unsafe" if you were to leave…. THAT'S A CULT. I find that it's always the same people who start shit that will be repeating this behaviour wherever they go. They literally act like HOAs but instead of your halloween ornaments staying up for too long, they are saying you can't enjoy your Greek God incest fics.

One last thing to remember: if you're having this conversation, and a person takes the worst possible light from what you say…they are not trying to have a conversation with you, they are acting against you.

[satxoru]

You were always the quiet one in the friend group. You would try to make your voice heard, but your friends just didn't ever hear you nor believed in you or considered your feelings whenever they did anything.

You always tried to fit in with them in any way, maybe they'll start noticing you right? it even came to the point where you change your opinion so you could be just like your friends.

but they never really noticed you, never considered your feelings in anything, even if it's about an important situation or not.

one day your friends brought universities up in a conversation, which is great because you've been thinking about universities for a while so you took it as a chance to voice out your thoughts.

You have always loved drawing and photography. You were thinking about taking either arts & design or photography in college, but you weren't sure which one to choose. You were leaning more towards photography because you loved taking pictures of nature and you felt like it was something you really had a passion for.

but you weren't sure if you should pursue this or not. You wanted some advice on what to do, and you made the mistake of asking your friends for advice, because they did everything other than advice or encourage you.

"i was thinking either arts & design college or photography college."

one of your friends scoffed "are you even good at either of them to consider these universities?" your friend said.

"oh, i never knew you were thinking of going to college considering you'd most likely fail the admission test" another friend added which had the rest of the friend group hollering in laughter.

as if the first comment didn't already hurt you enough, your friends just had to bring up the fact that they thought you'd fail the admission test, which was something you were always scared of.

You felt completely humiliated and your confidence started to crumble even further as they kept laughing and mocking you.

You tried to laugh off the hurt that you felt when your friends mocked you, but it was clear to everyone that you were upset. one of your friends noticed this and said, "don't be so dramatic, we're just joking around." this only made you feel more hurt and embarrassed, and you quickly tried to hide your tears.

You slowly started to doubt yourself and your abilities. Your friends' behavior towards you started to take a toll on you and you started falling into a depressive episode.

later that night, you were having a hard time falling asleep. You were overthinking everything that happened at school, doubting yourself and your abilities, and you kept thinking about why everyone else seemed better than you and why you couldn't do anything right. You kept beating yourself up about it and it was too much for you to handle, you broke down in tears and cried yourself to sleep that night.

It was the same cycle again the next day in school. Your friends kept making fun of you, but you weren't aware that a specific person with blue eyes was watching you for the past two weeks, dying to go protect you from your cruel friends.

later after school, you and your friends went to the park even though you were very heavy-hearted that day and didn't have the energy to socialise with them, you didn't give up on trying to fit in with your friends.

they ended up coming across a dog. everyone was squealing about how cute the dog was, but you kept your distance because you were scared of dogs since one had bitten you before. you tried to tell your friends this, but they dismissed your feelings and told you that you're just being dramatic, which hurt you even more.

"god why are you so dramatic, its just a dog it won't bite." a friend snarled at you.

"i literally told you guys before that I've been bitten by a dog before, that's why im scared of them and you know it!" you complained.

"how were we supposed to know when you never told us." another friend added.

"i did tell you guys but you never listened to me." you sighed out, having no energy to argue back.

the next day at school, Satoru noticed how exhausted and down you were. he was concerned for you and wanted to help.

he started a conversation with you to distract you from sitting with your friends and give you some time to yourself.

"hey, can i sit next to you?" Satoru asked which he got a slight hum of approval in response. You and Satoru knew each other, but you didn't know each other to the point where you would start a conversation which confused you a little, but you didn't complain, you love company as long as no one is making fun of you.

You were doodling in your notebook midway through class when Satoru noticed and took it as a chance to start another conversation.

"..i've noticed how hard you've been working on your drawings in art class and I think they're really cool" he complimented.

"really? you mean that?"

"yeah, I really do, you have a lot of talent and I think it's amazing how you're always challenging yourself."

his words made you smile, "thanks, Gojo. That means a lot to me."

Satoru could tell that he had put a smile on her face and he was glad he had.“Satoru.” He corrected you to which you tilted your head in confusion. he smiled at your expression.

“call me Satoru.”

two months have gone by and You and Satoru have grown very close, you're basically attached at the hip now and you have gotten so close to each other that Satoru is the best friend you have always asked for; he is always standing up for you and encouraging you, and slowly you've gotten the strength to believe in yourself and are becoming better and better in what you do.

he even helps you by being your photography companion, posing for you and doing silly faces to make you laugh and giggle, which leads you to have lot of pictures of Satoru in your gallery. and as his friendship with you grew, you became more distant from your friends, even though they never really asked about you, nothing really changed in your absence, so things were still the same as usual.

but, there was this weird feeling that you weren't quite sure of, you didn't want to think too much about it in case you ended up convincing yourself of it

You liked Satoru, but weren't sure of your feelings and kept denying it by saying it was because he was your first guy friend or the first person who ever believed in you, but you sometimes share some moments together that would leave you blushing, and you weren't sure if he shared the same feelings as you, or if he was just being friendly.

like that one time you were at the park walking together when suddenly Satoru randomly blurted out "you know, I just realized how nice it is to walk with you, being around you is just so peaceful."

You blushed slightly and couldn't help but smile. You were starting to realize how comfortable you felt around him and you couldn't stop thinking about that interaction for the rest of the day.

or that one time when you were in the school hallways heading to class, and bumped into Satoru. you both said apologies at the same time and laughed it off. but it was then that you realized how close to you Satoru was and how strong his cologne smelled, you blushed a bit and couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.You both continued on your way, but the interaction had left you blushing.

and today in class you were talking to each other when suddenly Satoru leaned in close to your ear and whispered "you know, you're so cute when you talk about what you love." You blushed and ducked your head low, giggling.

You couldn't help but blush from the compliment and you were starting to realize that you might have feelings for Satoru.

a few weeks later and you finally mustered up the courage to confess to Satoru, at the thought of him you got a text from him telling you to meet him in the park because he has a surprise for you, as you were reading the message you got your hopes up maybe he'll confess.

As you arrived, you spotted Satoru sitting with another girl, and your heart sank but didn't want to jump to conclusions.

"hey Satoru" you said as you were approaching them, he looked up at you and smiled, although it was clear that he was quite comfortable with the other girl, you didn't forget to give a slight smile to the pretty girl although jealousy was all you felt.

"who's this?" you asked politely, and as Satoru introduces his girlfriend. Your heart sank.

seeing him introduce his girlfriend with a big grin made you glad he was happy but you can't deny the pain you're feeling right now, though you tried your best to hide your feelings, That's what you've been doing all along. You started a conversation with his new girlfriend.

"omg I'm so happy for you two, congratulations!" You say in a happy tone hoping Satoru won't notice your change of mood, but as he knows you too well, he definitely noticed. He decided to act clueless for now but he would talk about it later.

a while goes by with them and you had to make up an excuse to go home because the pain in your chest was unbearable. Later at night you got a text from Satoru reading "hey, are you okay?" followed by another message "i noticed how upset you were today with us— did something happen?"

"yeah I'm okay, i just needed to go home cuz i remember something important to do"

You sent the text hoping to change the subject.

"im not stupid"

"be honest with me, what happened"

you both went back and forth, with Satoru asking if you were sure you wanted to tell him what was bothering you, and you finally building up the courage to ask him to come over.

"But promise me nothing will change between us when I tell you," you added.

Satoru agreed to your condition, and came over to your house.

when you opened the door for satoru, you couldn't help but get a little teary eyed. Satoru noticed the worry written all over your face, and he didn't hesitate to hug you when he saw tears in your eyes.

he closed the door behind him and held you tightly and comforted you. letting you on his shoulder, he took you to sit on the couch and get more comfortable. you were overwhelmed with emotions, but you were appreciative of how Satoru was taking care of you in this moment. you felt safe in his arms.

"you wanna tell me what happened?" he slowly asked. your voice cracked as you tried to talk to him which gave him a signal that you weren't calm enough to talk right now. "hey its okay, take your time, im not pressuring you." he whispered in your ear while trying his best to calm you down.

he held you closer, not letting go and continuing to hold you close; he didn't want you to feel unsafe or uncared for, he wanted you to take your time and be ready to share what was bothering you when you were ready to do so.

You tried to stay calm, but you could feel your heart racing and your emotions overwhelming you.Satoru was looking at you curiously, and you knew that you had to tell him what was bothering you.

after a deep breath, you went on "I have to be honest with you, I've liked you for a while now, but when I arrived at the park today, you were with another girl and I realized that you had a girlfriend. It was hard for me to hide my disappointment and heartbreak." You said all in one breath which left Satoru silent for a while trying to understand what you just said.

the silence scared you, it was eating you alive and you couldn't help but start to overthink, "does he hate me now?" "is he disgusted of me?" "is he gonna leave me?" "i dont want him to cut me off."

all those thoughts came rushing all at once, you were gonna let go of the hug but he pulled you closer to himself and started talking.

"you know, i used to like you back then." his sudden statement confused you, you needed more clarification.

"no, i used to love you, but i realized you weren't in the right state to be in a relationship, and you weren't looking for a relationship and i didn't wanna get it into your head"

"i didn't wanna pressure you into anything but at the same time I've been waiting for too long. it was hurting me so bad"

"i was glad and upset that i was starting to move on from you, and now that you told me, im disappointed." Satoru isn't sure what he's disappointed by, but the thought of them nearly becoming something ached the both of them.

maybe Satoru should've waited a while longer? maybe you were just late trying to figure out your feelings? either way time was up and there was no going back, and of course Satoru won't leave his new girlfriend, he loves her still.

but he knew deep in his heart that he could never love someone else the way he loved you.

"but.. in the future if im able to fall in love again, i hope its you." he added

"in the future, if you ever find yourself in the position to love again, fall in love with me." you could barely form a sentence.

"i wish you well for you and your girlfriend, but if anything happened that separates the two of you, just know that ill always be waiting for you Satoru."

"you cant waste your life waiting for me" he caressed your hair.

"i know but i love you too much to let you go.”

[bluemantics]

the art of tending

Keith has a lot of scars. Some are more visible than others, but Lance makes sure each one receives the proper care that it requires. In the morning, as he sweeps into the kitchen with languid stretching, he slides up to the counter beside his love. Ever the early-riser, Keith smiles at him as he scrambles eggs. 

“Good morning, Lance.” Keith isn’t one for pet names, which never matters— the way he says Lance is enough. It echoes in the crisp morning air, traveling out through the ajar windows. 

It’s too early for words, so Lance cradles Keith’s jawline in his hand. He relishes in the feeling of his wedding band pressing softly against Keith’s scarred cheek for a moment before pressing a kiss into its slight ridges. His husband hums, content. 

They linger in mornings, now. And both of them are endlessly thankful for the ability to wake up slowly, together. 

Throughout their days on Earth, teaching occupies a large sum of their time. The students at the Garrison are brilliant. Lance has a fondness for one girl in particular, a 16-year-old named Vidhi who loves the simulator and loves pranks even more. He scolds her, of course, in an attempt to not be obvious with his favorites. Still, she knows that she can always come to him. It’s a source of pride for Lance. 

As wonderful as they are, they can also be… challenging. Lance is grading papers when Keith storms into his empty classroom at lunchtime. He throws himself into the chair opposite Lance with a drawn-out huff, dramatically leaning forward on the desk. 

“Carlo, again?” Lance doesn’t even look up, continuing to work. 

“He’s skipping math. I asked him about it, and he said that he’d rather fly, and that he doesn’t like the other kids. In less polite words,” Keith explains, balling up his hand in a fist. “I want to be there for him, I do, but he isn’t ever there for himself. It’s so—“ 

“Oh, Keith,” Lance clucks his tongue, drawing a glare out of his beloved. 

“Don’t do that,” Keith complains. “Just say what you have to say.”

“Carlo is a trouble kid right? Always does what he wants? Kinda a lone wolf?” Lance levels an unimpressed look at Keith. 

“Yeah?” Keith raises an eyebrow, clearly confused and frustrated.

“So, he’s like you, babe.” A range of emotions flash over Keith’s face. Indignation morphs into thoughtfulness before settling on realization. 

“Oh, shit.” He pushes back his bangs, eyes wide, and looks down at his hands with panic. “How am I supposed to even start with him? He’ll see right through me, and I am not equipped to handle an emotionally unstable kid. This is a horrible—“

Lance grabs Keith’s hand, forcing him to meet his eyes. “This is a wonderful idea. Who better to help him than a person who understands him? Who will treat him like an equal?”

“I don’t know where to begin, Lance,” Keith whispers. Lance rubs his thumb over Keith’s knuckles.

“Yes, you do.” He uses his free hand to turn around the frame on his desk. In it is a picture of the team, all smiling proudly while hugging one another. Lance taps the photo. 

“Shiro.” Keith follows his gesture, grabbing the photo and looking at it contemplatively. 

“Shiro,” Lance agrees, watching him take that information in. “You don’t have to be perfect, red. God knows Shiro wasn’t— he was just as young as we are now— but if you can do what he did for you… that’s powerful stuff.”

“Yeah,” Keith mumbles, glancing back up at Lance. “Okay, yeah. I can try.”

“I know this is hard,” Lance tells him. “There is no other person who could do this for Carlo, Keith. Not a one. You’ve got everything you need, and if you ever need help, you can always call him. You lived it first. Now pass it on.”

Keith stands abruptly and places the frame down on Lance’s desk, determination set into every muscle of his frame. “I’ll talk to him.” He swivels on his foot, turning to fast-walk out. 

“Up-bup-bup! You’re forgetting something!” Lance calls over. 

“Oh, yeah.” Keith grins, spins back to his partner, and draws him up into a kiss. It’s as grateful as it is fleeting. 

It leaves Lance’s heart fizzing with energy as Keith dashes out, adding a new pep to his grading. Lance is always relieved when he can soothe the pain from Keith’s oldest scars, the ones on his mind.

Eventually, when they turn in for the night, Keith will wince at the pull of his aching muscles. He’ll twist in their bed, trying to get comfortable until Lance finally gestures for him to move in front. Then, with quiet and calming hands, Lance will rub out the soreness from a long day of training and hard work. He makes sure to gently pull aside Keith’s long hair when necessary, lets his fingers skirt over the hard lines of Keith’s back. 

Keith will lean into his touch, as always. They’ll talk, voices long and low, about everything. Their classes. Hearing from teammates. A hard workout. An annoying call from family. Even, in their most difficult moments, they might mention missing some aspects of the war.

Those kinds of discussions are only reserved for nighttime. When the air from the windows is chilled, the stars are up instead of around, and Lance’s hands are tracing lines across Keith’s ribs and his shoulders. He maps out every scar from memory, pulls out every memory from each scar. 

Over time, Lance will lose his ability to speak, capable of just monosyllabic words. 

Keith will notice. He can never stop noticing. His eyes will wander over his shoulder, see his husband’s lids droop, and, with the grace of a much less rugged man, will ease Lance slowly to lie down. 

In a matter of seconds, Keith will wrap around Lance. They’ll close their eyes, limbs tangled, hearts thudding slowly in time. 

No “I love you” needs to be said when every action, every tender caress and guiding word, leads them to the same place day after day. 

[toxycodone]

WHAT ARE YOUR DAISUKE HCS ??? GENERAL AND DATING ??? 🥺🥺🙏🙏

ship. daisuke jaurez (mouthwashing) x reader

content. general + sfw + fluff

an. ummm like and reblog and leave comments or I’ll shave Daisuke bald. also no weird babying Daisuke 💪🏽

General

This is pretty much confirmed he’s Asian + Latino but he’s definitely Japanese/Mexican to me. He’s so SoCal coded it’s absolutely ridiculous. I’m thinking like…he lived close to the border or is from San Francisco or LA and has a lot of family in SoCal.

As far as MBTI goes I’m saying he’s an ESFP/ENFP and as far as Zodiac goes I’m saying Gemini or Cancer.

In his formative years he had a “dank memes” phase. Like, middle/high school Daisuke was a total dork. He was a kid lucky enough to be diagnosed w adhd when he was younger so he was on meds and did EXCEPTIONAL in school. Lived off the praise of teachers. He was especially good at science and math. (Which is why his parents encouraged him to get a mechanic internship).

^adding to this he has adhd + depression (the depression is more of a byproduct of the ADHD tho) and he takes meds!! he probably takes stimmies so he’s personally really concerned about his heart health.

HE HAD AN UGLY DUCKLY PHASE. Glasses + braces king. And he was awkward asf. But he slowly grew into himself and his style. He still has insecurities though and doesn’t think he’s that attractive bc of it.

I don’t think he made it past community college or gen Ed courses though. (He has HELLA test anxiety and despite being smart he sucks hard at ACT/SAT). In college he felt really isolated and it was hard for him to get out there so. He kinda shut down.

To me he’s around 23-25 years old. Old enough to where the pressure to “do something with his life” and figure shit out is hitting hard. But also like, still at an age where you’re first figuring shit out. He’s really insecure about this. Not because he’s stupid or anything he just has NO idea what to do w his life and can’t figure it out.

He had/has a part-time gig at a local art store he absolutely adores. He’s an artist and participated in a lot of local competitions/collabs/etc. he’s made a lot of connections here and wants to be a full time artist BUT this is where his parents draw the line. He’s fought w his parents a few times about this but it ultimately boiled down to “we’re just concerned it won’t pay/etc.”

He begrudgingly accepts this bc he knows it’s bc his parents care so much about him and want him to be successful bc they think he’s a smart guy.

Loves, loves, loves traditions and holidays. He dresses up and decorates for them all. Gets way too excited about seasonal drinks and food specials too LOL.

This is kinda random but. Vaquero Daisuke. Idk what to do with this HC but I think he loves Western style and tried to do horse riding as a kid but his mom enrolled him in DRESSAGE as a kid and he was like THIS IS SO CRINGE.

still enjoys the rodeo though. If he could get back on a horse again he’d do barrel racing.

Grew up having to take his shoes off before going in the House so on the Tulpar he always leaves his shoes neatly by his door to feel some sort of normalcy 💔 (at home he usually kicks them off into a corner and it always annoys his mom)

He has a good relationship with his parents. They really, really try to understand their son and are really patient with him but they don’t want him to end up complacent (he probably has a cousin or two who are too spoiled and his parents HATE that.)

Specially close to his mom though. She spoils him bc that is her BABY and he’s such a sweetheart despite it all it’s hard for her not to (his dad is kinda similar too but is like. Trying to hold back.)

Thrifting god. (Canon from the devs btw.) It doesn’t matter that he has the money for new clothes, he has a passion for scoring unique finds. He’s also a frequent enjoyer of vintage markets and pop up shops. I also personally think he loves farmers markets.

Probably a furry (doesn’t suit up though) and definitely enjoys raves (ask him about his Kandi collection)

Also buys concert tickets for local venues in bulk (like he catches them on sale and like. For a month he’s going to a new venue every weekend for a show). He’s so proud of being into niche musicians.

an avid member of fashiontok. I really think he loves this and reads theories and shit. He has a pretty good following on his fashion/life account. But he really cares the most about his meme account (brainrot enjoyer)

He gets tattoos/piercings instead of therapy (has a belly button ring he adores btw and very much cares about his ear setup. He is still planning it meticulously)

There is 100% a cringy tattoo somewhere dumb he got either drunk or on a bet. Ima headcanoning he has a tattoo of a bee on his knee (genuinely thinks this is a fire tat btw)

Y2K BADDIE. His style inspo is so “male lead and or comic relief in a 2000s romcom”. He’s so nostalgic for the 90s too (he gives me gen Z who clings so hard to being a 90s kid but was like. Born in 1999/1998 LOL)

Brown eyeliner enjoyer. He looks gorgeous.

Has a pinup poster of some girl in his room but it’s mainly just for the aesthetic (again. trying to be like dudes from the 90s/00s movies/TV shows).

Romantic

Okay. This may be against the grain idk but I don’t think he falls first. He just really really wants to be your friend and then it hits him that he has a crush and is like. Oh.

I think he’s a total dork. He’s not 100% inexperienced or whatever and he’s an attractive guy!! But like. His rizz is 0. He’s not the type to like smirk and be sexy he’s just a dork and tells jokes and is a total sweetheart.

Crushing Daisuke is like. Insane. He actually is kinda okay at hiding it but he SO easily gets embarrassed while trying to showcase how cool and confident he is. Like. He won’t try insanely hard before he’s breaking down in laughter BUT. YEAH.

He finds himself trying to learn guitar to impress you or get a new piercing or tattoo bc maybe you’ll think it’s cool then he’s like “oh I’m cooked.” (Verbatim)

Calls you dude/bro/etc regardless of your gender or relationship status. You will be married and he’s like “hey dude”. 💀

He also likes calling you bae/babe (EWWWW *twirls my hair*) and POOKIE LMFAOOOO. calls you baefy too esp if it annoys you.

It’s his earnest attitude that is the hottest thing about him though. His attraction to you is so genuine. When he says he loves you, he means it. ITS SO…YEAH. There’s no doubt about it and the LOOK IN HIS EYES…MY GOOOOOD HES IN LOOOOVE. You are the best thing to him.

It’s really important to him you have a close relationship with his parents. Like, don’t worry it’s not difficult. They may be a little ehhhh at first (I don’t think Daisuke’s judgement is 100% great w romantic partners) but once they see you two interacting it CLICKS. You become a part of the family. You’re always invited to bday parties and dinners and cookouts and everything (his mom is so cool and you guys mix drinks together and his dad has a green egg or blacktop he’s so proud of and teaches you how to use it)

Sends you tiktoks as a means of affection. Like. Your notifs are clogged and it’s because he just has so much to show you (THERES SO MANY ROMANCE ONES MAN then it’ll be like the most brainrot shit you’ve ever seen)

PHYSICAL AFFECTION IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE OH MY GOD.

Literallt he’s to kiss you every time he sees you or he’s gonna go crazy. He’ll pepper your face in kisses. He can’t resist you’re just SOOOO cute he loves you.

He holds you like a teddy bear when you guys cuddle. If you have your head on his chest you can hear his heart just SLAMMING against his chest and he tries so hard to play it cool but he’s just too full of love.

But he also loves resting on your chest or thighs. Bro falls asleep on you a LOT.

He plays with your hands and fingers. I like to think he does this when you speak to him and then he starts wondering what your index finger would look like with a pretty engagement ring and fantasizes about proposing and a wedding and then you say something and he snaps back into reality.

Passes the orange test or whatever the fuck that is his parents always cut fruit for him so he does the same to you. Will just cut up and apple and be like “hey do you want some?”

I think what he appreciates the most in return from you is verbal praise/reaffirmation. He trusts you so much to be honest with him and values your opinions a lot SO. When you tell him you like him and that he’s handsome and stuff he can let out a sigh of relief bc he actually believes you. You help build up his self confidence. ❤️

@mochiiniko (tagging bc I answered ur ask!)

[lilimalia]

MOURNFUL // zhongli

SYNOPSIS... how can a god with such a stain on her hand survive the eyes of her beloved. looking away from his own adoring gaze on a woman you could never be brings back the disdain you had tried so very hard to bury in your core. nothing you had ever done was good enough, right zhongli?

CHARACTERS... traveller/aether,, zhongli/morax,, streetward rambler,, guizhong,, cloud retainer/xianyun,,

DISCLAIMERS... angst ,hurt/comfort , sort of desperate love blinded reader, unrequited love female reader , series part III

BARISTA'S INTEL... This persons art style is too die for. Oh my goodness.

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CAFE TUNE... Where Is My Love // SYML

Your heart aches overwhelmingly, its beat sending out signals that tear you down an inch for inch. The longer you stay in the warmth of embracement from Cloud Retainer the more you fear to turn even your head towards him.

Zhongli whose voice breaks into as he calls for you.

"[Name]..."

"Won't you look at me, old friend?..."

The sound of his melodramatic voice rings across the blooming city. You see the flickers of lights and lanterns, floating into the air as prayers are set and blessings are wished for in the corner of your eye. The world around is stilling to a pause as you nuzzle deeper into Cloud Retainer's chest. Her arms tightened in, wrapping in a way that almost made you break in half. Her own heart is beating rapidly, thumping in pace with yours as you feel her protection rule over your own emotions. It's daunting to sit still, waiting for whatever would snap you out of it.

"[Name]? Where have you been all these years? This, Ms. Xianyun, had this been arranged before? This gathering, had you known? Duànzào?... why." he's whimpering it almost feels like. The closest you've ever seen the great Rex Lapis stumble. His words broke and shifted under the weight of the thick air.

It almost tore your heart how he called your name. Like a beckon, a beg, a sob for you. But the use of a name for the very woman you had confided in for so long, that you hadn't recognized, resounded in your head. The space between your past and their present.

The present you had missed out on for so long.

A sob you'd had hoped to hear from his lips for so very long. The way he kept repeating over his own words unceremoniously, in a mantra.

You.

You had broken him like this.

If you turned around now, could you face him as the man he was to you? The man he was, but now is?... Could you look him in the eye and take in the way your heart shattered in your own mind. The way its pieces couldn't hold together, not even with the strongest binding made by immortals?

Was he even still a god?

His footsteps are nighing, every clink of his boots drawing your racing heart to a deafening stop. It feels like no shield could halt his nearing presence. Your eyes watering in small candescent drips, your cheeks burn and ache as you desperately try to lodge yourself back into the comforting cradle of your friend- no, Xianyun. A name newly bitter on your tongue.

Yet another thing that has changed. While you remain stagnant in your fickle emotions that tore your body down like a potter’s reclaimed porcelain clay.

Over and over your feelings run through you, recycling what could’ve, would’ve, should've, happened.

“Turn around Morax. There is no... There is no Duànzào here, she’s long died in the aftermath of war all those centuries ago."

“And yet I see her ghost haunt me right as I breathe and stand.”

He’s muttering again, his stupid melodic voice sniveling as his cold, so very cold hand, pulls you away gently from your tight hold on Xianyun’s waist.

When had you even found it in you to grapple around her like that? It was as if you were unconscious of even what your own body sought out to seek.

Cloud Retainer’s eyes are darting towards your feeble state, watching ever so reluctantly as she withholds herself from you. Glancing up as your eyes pathetically glance away from her gaze. For you to come so far in your tantrum only to feel the shame crawling up your legs now. The irony was comedic. Almost.

"One hopes that you are able to find the peace you've barren yourself from [Name]"

In a small scoff, she steps back into the shadows cast by Liyue’s ever-glistening moonlight watching keenly as Zhongli’s outstretched hand that’s been placed on your shoulder breathlessly withdraws. In the back of your mind, your fears are endless, but as you turn to face the man you once knew, they silence.

Every gnawing apprehension you had held tied itself down in chains. His marble eyes watching over you in such agony it almost took you back.

The way his lips thinned into each other, pressed firmly as his face hardened and connected with your own eyes. The swaying light that loomed above and cascaded down onto the ground from the lanterns made his eyes almost shine like jewels cast out from ore…

But try as you might, no bewitching sight could take away the scene that laid itself in front of you, Zhongli’s stern look as his eyes, oh his eyes, melted. Pure unadulterated throbbing pain flashing through his milky sunsettia colored eyes. Not a single word spoken and yet, staring into his face for the first time in centuries conveyed words you could never dream of speaking out loud.

It burned to even glance over him, he looked so… Disgusting. Disappointed, disappointed in you. The longer you watched his face flicker in all sorts of turmoils, the harder it became to even face him with a single word. He was angry in a way you had never seen before, anger that flashed in his eyes and yet washed over with want and defeat. His eyes, they told so much and yet so little, what would he say? When he found out you had killed the very beloved woman he trusted by his side?

What would he say, when he learned about you?

The whole of you that you could never share to any god nor man. The disgusting part of you that you had so miserably prayed would have frozen and stoned away in the amber penitentiary you had locked yourself away in.

“Ms. Xianyun, I believe it would only be right if you left us to our duties. It seems there are many things I have left to settle with this dear acquaintance of mine.” If a man as graceful as Zhongli were to ever feel wrath, you supposed this would be it.

His voice is sharp and toned, in a way that was uncharacteristically seething. As he sharply turns away your only barrier from his fury. Adeptal strength carrying Xianyun's body elsewhere from what you could feel.

You need not even look, as you feel the presence of your savior nod and blend skillfully away from the alley.

Sucking in a breath, you’ve steeled your eyes sharply against Zhongli’s.

It’s time you’ve faced your greatest enemy.

…

His boots are sharply stepping towards you. Agonizingly clicking,

One

Two

Three

Steps he takes. Glaring at you, seething through his pursed lips as he backs you into the wall.

While you may be a goddess, in all your might and power, you are still a goddess under Morax the Archon of Geo.

“You. In that great calamity all those years ago, Cloud Retainer had said you had perished amid battle, disappeared in the war. She had pronounced to me, to everyone that you had sacrificed yourself heroically to save the men who called your name and prayed you’d sharpen their blades and brandish their spears-“, he pauses, taking one long, dignified step, caging you finally into the wall as his breath swooned around you.

The air was so dense with tension, you wondered if he had played some all godly trick to hold the air.

His breath is still tantalizing staining you, piercing right through you as his face inches in closer in such clear detail it shocks you to your core.

Each and every breath he inhaled and exhaled, showed a puff of smoke against the clean cool air of the port. If it was Zhongli’s mortal breath or the angry puffs of smoke from an upset Rex Lapis Loong it was hard to tell at this point. It felt almost... Sacrilegious, to speak.

"Imagine my surprise, when I find that the very god these mortals partake in blessing, comes to stand on the very day of the Lantern Rite. Had you really spent all these years alive? The soldiers these people set out their lanterns for, to guide their ways home, was that you?...", he's yet to lay a single hand on you, simply towering over you with his stature, although it feels like you're trapped in a cage.

"Tell me [Name], had you demanded of Cloud Retainer to lie on your behalf?... Why would you leave us in ignorance of you?...."

"What would you like me to say Morax? No, I apologize, Zhongli. Would you like to hear that I had died in battle gracefully and yet have come back to part ways? Or would you instead like to hear of my betrayals, the life I lost in that war? What would please you to hear my dear Zhongli?" your words held such bitterness to him that it almost shook you. Taciturn words laced over your tongue as you spat your disdain at him.

Its no wonder you couldn't ever face the reality of him.

Doesn't it feel childish to you [Name]? Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you ashamed of this act you're putting on?

He's not replying. He's not even moving.

You realize.

You're scared.

Scared out of your mind, falling again into a pit of overwhelming, surging, urge to run away. Your body won't move, you can't run even if you wanted to.

It is before he speaks, that he finally seems to snap out of his own trance, that his cold, so very cold, hand takes to your cheek. Landing softly on the side of your jaw, reeling you in so wretchedly close. His breathing stilling to a slow, shakingly let loose. Even in this state of distraught, he's gorgeous in every way. His hands were warmer now, stroking from your jaw to your cheek pulling you in closer by the minute. Your foreheads touch, as he lowers his gaze from your cheek to your grey eyes, now pooling in a mix of [e/c] the longer he holds you. As he stares, there's some mixed emotion you can't figure out, the closeness of it all, was this purely the effect of a friend?

Is it wrong to hope he means for more?

"I... I miss you."

.

.

.

With every ounce of your being, a strangled cry let loose, this forlorn cacophony not even slaughter could bring.

Your wailing, sobs wrench themself out of your lungs, caged from all those years ago as you refuse to hold him in the moment of your weakness. Haunted by the ghost of you, you that you could never explain to anyone, not Cloud Retainer, not Zhongli, not Streetward Rambler. A dam built up and broken down by the hurt you felt, forgotten and cast aside, only to be torn down by the gentle embrace he hugged you in.

But Zhongli, as godly as he was, had never looked as ethereal as he did now. That same so longing look disappeared as his eyes closed, silence speaking louder, thrumming harder, as he pulled you closer into his arms.

Is this what old friends do? You’d like to ask.

It doesn’t feel like it.

He’s leading you on, trapping you in this cozy little cage he’s made. Pressing you against his chest as the symphony of his heartbeat strums a rhythm so ruthlessly seductive that your sniffling chokes to a stop.

He’s yet to say a word.

But your struggling to say less.

The tears that run down your face stain his garments. Loose wet pools splayed out onto the rough silk embellished coat he wore. But yet he holds you, falling forward into the wall as his heart continues to fiddle its melody.

A century felt like nothing as the man of your qualms held you so adoringly.

So you stand, you stand as you weep, grieving the person you lost. Grieving the woman you were, regretting the man you had given up your life for. So you stand, weeping for the person you trapped away in a prison you designed. As you stand, as you stand a cry, he holds, holds tightly, cradles gently. Pushing against the wall as his hands wrap tenderly around the space of your back. Rubbing up and down, stroking with his thumb as he begins to breath in a deep sigh.

You’ve yet to see his expression, has it changed? Is he… angry? With you?

“How lonely I must have made you feel Duànzào”, his hands stopped. Instead returns to his side as he steps back, looking you in the eye.

It takes every bone you have in your body not to follow his figure forward, wrap yourself back into the solace you’ve newly accustomed too.

“I apologize [Name], for not being the proper pillar you needed.” Now, he bows, deep all the way down as he lifts his head up slightly to return your soaked eyes.

It takes a few minutes to process his apology. Watching as he holds his breath and waits for your permission for him to raise.

Isn’t this what you wanted?

It didn’t feel right, did it?

“Can you fix me?” Your asking, reaching a hand out limply, curling your fingers in as you take in his cheek.

“Can’t you fix me now?”

When he rises, he only looks deeper in anguish. Looking shamefully away as darkened black shadows of people pass by.

Another tear drips, watching as he fails to answer.

“Truthfully… I am not sure. How can I, Rex Lapis, fix another god? When I am imperfect myself.”

“But you aren’t, you aren’t imperfect.” You're gasping out, surprised by his degenerative words.

“Your gorgeous Mor- Zhongli. Your are so beautiful it hurts. It hurts to stand here and beg you to save me when I've cast myself out away by my own accord.” The words you're spewing out don’t sound like yours. They feel like the storytellers, the watchers, the observers.

“Don’t you understand Zhongli?… I am the imperfect one, I am the forsaken god. The flaw in your flawless self.”

What overtakes you now, you're not sure, but it embarrasses you. Stomping down on your every hurt, as the tears stop rushing down your face. Your clothes are stained dark as the cool air breezes over them. Leaving you to shiver in their sharpness. You're asking questions you don't know the answer to, you're begging for an answer that isn't there. You're wishing he'd look at you and say he knows how to fix you when you know the problem and its solution.

When he looks at you now, his eyebrow perks up, the pools that decorated his eyes glowed with sudden sparked curiosity.

“How could you ever be flawed?", he asks. This genuine tone in his voice peeks in confusion as he takes to lifting your chin again. Beckoning you to look up at him, take his glory as those glowing eyes scan over you. Taking in your fault, your flaw, as you're stained in your own tears, shaking under the breezy wind, broken down into something. Something less than a god.

"When Cloud Retainer spoke of your death, she left much vague," he starts, rubbing your face over and over again, soothing your hasty breaths down from your panic.

"Would it be wrong to assume, instead, that you had fled? Had I, Rex Lapis, so horribly failed at being an Archon you could depend on that you had taken to running away from us all?"

"Was I, what you feared?"

If there were tears left to cry, they've fled and left you stranded. Why is it that to explain how it tore you inside out that you, the divine, couldn't sedate the coarse emotions that ran through you, felt like driving a stake down your heart. How could you ever admit that in the face of calamity, in fear you ran from your responsibilities, hiding away from your problems.

Staring now, back into his eyes, your [e/c] felt dull in comparison.

"Would you believe me, if I told you when I fled, I fled from myself?"

"I can't seem to understand... Please, won't you elaborate?" he perks up, raising a questioning brow.

"I loved you. Once."

...

When he looks at her, the memory of her death flashes through his mind like venom. The dripping cold sweat that had run down his face when he had heard from his dear old trusted ally that you had not returned home.

He remembers that somber night after the news of your passing.

"One is sorry that one was not there to save her in time Rex Lapis. If only one had been there under her arms to aid", Cloud Retainer had responded, sitting side by side with him on the peak of Mt. Aozang on the stone-carved stools.

As she poured steaming tea down into his small cup, softly held in his hands, she looked up at the moon. Hot osmanthus tea shined in pearl-like wonder as they both shared a clink of cups in honor of their fallen comrades.

His eyes are welling into tears, his vision of the rabbit moon blurring the longer he stares.

He weeps for her.

"Rex Lapis... She had died valiantly for our sakes. One wishes you to at least feel peace of mind over that", Cloud Retainer nods, shakingly covering her eyes as she adjusts her red rim glasses. Hiding away the shed of a tear behind the disguise of it.

When two gods tinker and drink to their loss, he is left reminded that in the deep dark of the night two had not returned to join their banter.

Where were those to share the memory?

He is reminded that they are no longer there.

...

So when he looks deep into the god he had for so long thought had died, there's a mournful feeling he can't seem to shake away.

When you had died, had he missed you more then he missed Guizhong?

When you had left him so wrongfully that night, had he weeped because he loved you?

"I loved you. Once"

She said, clear as running water, yet as full of desperate anguish as a soldier in their last battle.

Does he love you? Is he the reason you had thought there was no other escape except for death?

He's yet to process his feelings, perplexed and lost. He's swimming in grief so deeply sewn into his wounds that it's almost impossible to grasp that there is love in her.

The timing isn't right. He can't do this here. Not now, he doesn't understand it all.

But her eyes, stare back at him, despairingly grabbing at him, not with her hands, but with her gaze, reeling him in. Pleading at him to understand, but he doesn't. He can't.

It hurts to even look her in the eye.

Can't she see how much she's done to him? The way she's brought an Archon even to her feet.

"When you had left, had you flee because you loved me?",

Did she run away, did she run away from him?

So why did she come home?

"I'm... Not sure. I'm not sure at all Zhongli."

"Would you hate me if it was?"

In him, he fails to find the words to describe it. The scattered emotions left out to dry ever since the Archon War. The bleeding heart and emotional wounds he's never healed from. Scars that litter his body inside and out, because as god, he is cursed to live with them.

While he fails to find the words for the feelings he feels, he also struggles to say anything back. He could never hate her could he. Not when he had been so graciously granted a second chance at her, at them and the memories.

As long as he stares, he fails to pinpoint what he feels for her. He closes his eyes, letting his body soothe. Releasing the tension he hadn't noticed developed in his shoulders. Letting the whole of his body relax.

He steps forward, opening his eyes, grabbing her face.

"I cannot give you an answer when I have yet to fully face what has happened. But if I could be so bold to make a request in your honor," he pauses, watching tenderly as you soften under his clasp. Breathing in hard as your eyes connect again for the longest time.

"Allow me to face you," he leans in, noses touching.

"Allow me to take the you that you have demonstrated to me this fateful night. Show me the you I could not receive, and I will seep it in with my whole being," lips closing in painfully slow,

"Allow me to try and love you my dear [Name]."

He closes his eyes, the last image of you being as your eyes widen in surprise at his closeness, and tenderly places his lips against yours. Grazing his hands ever so gently on your cheeks as he sinks into you, encasing your lips with his own. Soft and warm as he presses you up against the wall, softly stroking your cheek as he blindly collapses against you. Only opening his eyes once more when he's felt that the last of his breath fails to hold.

A tear trickles down your face, and he prays that it'll be the very last one he causes.

"I think [Name], that Rex Lapis was a very unfortunate man to have lost you." He murmurs, stroking away the tear with the flick of his wrist. It flings with a shine.

"May I love you in his place?", he pauses, waiting for you to reply.

Deep down he fears he's lost you already,

His heart spikes as he fears he's crossed boundaries.

Only to suck in a breath as your lips collide once more. Gnawing desperately against his he's tilting his head to take in the sweet chaste kiss you share. Both of you breathing desperately as tears fall between you both, cold in comparison to your shaky warm exchange.

"I love you," He thinks.

AFTERMATH (bonus)

He's got you swept over his lap as he sits on the wooden bench. Gazing out longingly from the pavilion as he waits for the women behind him to seat down beside him. Sighing tiredly as he listens to the last of her prolonged recap.

"One is most surprised that you Zhongli had taken this long to realize she had the utmost adoration for you", Xianyun snickers, sitting down beside him as she too stares sweetly at your resting body. Taking in quickly the way the under bags of your eyes were puffy as well as the way your eyelashes were clumped up in barely noticeable bundles.

He shades his hand over her face away from her teasing look.

"I would have never thought that her distrusting glares and offish behavior had been from her belief that her love was unrequited..." he replies, awkwardly coughing as he shields his gaze conveniently up to the moon.

"Well, it would seem to One that you had never been good at personal affairs. After all, Duànzào had always been the diplomat." she chuckles, pouring from a steaming pot into two solid stone cups. Steam bubbled up in wisps as the aroma of herbs wafted into the air.

"I simply wish that you had not lied to me Ms. Xianyun"

"Oh? And what would the old Rex Lapis have done? Chased after her and corner her into confession? It's almost amusing to consider how you would have tormented the poor women", she chuckles, passing him the warm cup, as she takes her own in two palms.

"Mm... Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise. For us immortals to be reunited after all these years." Blowing on the steam and inhaling the cup awkwardly to the side to avoid your face as your chest rose in every breath.

"Hmph! A blessing indeed."

As the both clink cups the stone reverts the sound. Sharing a sip of the new brew, their eyes glance up at the stunning moon. Intaking the silent night left after the joyful Lantern Rite activities.

As two gods sit in a breathtaking view, after a night of floating lanterns and fireworks shared between the old and new, they share a pot of brew.

Sighing in unison, both look adoringly at the peaceful figure laid adoringly draped upon one of their laps.

As a third god returns home to share the memories.

SPECIAL BREWS...

Loong // chinese word for dragon

Lanterns // one of zhongli's voiceline refers to how in the old days of Liyue during war people would light lanterns as a way for soldiers to find home, because many related the Goddess of the Forge (reader) to good armour when they would light these lanterns they would pray for a safe journey guided by (reader), zhongli assumes she helped guide their paths when presumably dead, this is untrue of course since she was trapped in prison (it was merely good fortune for most)

Diplomat // a reference to part II dialogue, during the old days as zhongli was considered more hard headed, (reader) would be in charge of negotiations, Xianyun references an old convo

BARISTA'S INQUIREMENT... as of 2024 this is now my longest fanfic, i want to give special thanks to everyone who patiently waited over a year for an update and I hope that this series ending fufilled at least some of your guys expectations. i am so proud that my tumblr journey starts and continues with this fanfic <3, thank you guys for reading!

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The basic premise is that these two fall into the Ever After and are flying around destroying stuff and the Tree merges them into one person to help them understand each other. It doesn't go well at first, but it turns out okay!

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“Balance is not two forces locked in never-ending battle. True balance finds its own equilibrium. It only requires love, and the patience to see things through to the end.”

-The Blacksmith

Winter remembers flying. And falling. Fire and ice and screaming at someone until her throat went hoarse. She remembers a Tree, for some reason. One significant enough to need emphasis, even in her murky thoughts.

Where is she? Gods her head is swimming. It’s so hot. Why is it so hot?

Someone groans. Someone nearby.

Winter’s military training instantly has her on high alert. She forces her thoughts into order, pulling clarity into her mind by her fingernails. It’s difficult, more difficult than it should be. A burning like frostbite and hunger thrums under her skin, and she wraps mental fingers around the feeling without conscious thought. It’s a familiar sensation, but also not. Like holding hands with a very dear friend.

Holding very still, she listens for any other sign of the nearby person. She can’t be sure if they’re a threat, although with her foggy memories she highly doubts anyone friendly brought her to this situation. So Winter listens, trying to discern the location of the adversary.

Someone is breathing. Soft and shallow, just like her. They’re waiting for her to make the first move, the same as she’s waiting for them.

She doesn’t have to wait long.

There’s a roar of anger and in an instant her body is lurched upwards by her right arm without any input from her. Winter’s eyes fly open and her fingers clench instinctively around the hunger-frostbite feeling. Light flickers past her eyes and ice gathers at her fingertips. She gets a glimpse of fire, a glimpse of dark hair-

-And Winter collapses unceremoniously back onto the ground, her right arm not responding to her movements and very much not supporting her weight. The person yelps, and there’s a coinciding thud when they appear to collapse in tandem.

They both lay there for another moment, clearly weighing their options. The element of surprise is gone, for both of them. There’s no more pretending she’s unconscious, and the other is clearly lamenting the same, based on the litany of curses Winter can hear muttered nearby. 

Female, maybe slightly younger than she is. Quick to act, rash, although not stupid. The other woman waited and listened the same as she did. Smart, but impulsive. With a fire-related Semblance, based on the flames she glimpsed before her limbs gave out.

Winter takes closer stock of her faculties, paying particular attention to her physical aptitude rather than mental. She’s felt the effects of a concussion before, and while the pounding in her head and murky thoughts are leading to that conclusion, in everything she knows about that injury there is never any mention of nerve damage severe enough that it would lead to a loss of limb control.

Starting with her left hand, she tests every finger. Sore, but not broken. She bends it at the wrist, rolling it. All in working order, if incredibly sore, which is good as that’s her dominant arm. Winter does the same with her left hand, the one that failed to catch her, and finds it similarly functional.

Then why did it not respond before? The person beside her has stopped cursing.

Winter opens her eyes slowly, and promptly slams them back shut with a wince as bright sunlight stabs her retinas like a pair of knives. More cautiously she tries again, squinting into the blurry surroundings until they focus into something recognizable.

Palm trees, and clear blue sky beyond them. The sun is nearly directly overhead, and when she curls her fingers she can feel grains of hot sand beneath her fingers.

Strange. She should be wearing gloves. 

Suddenly Winter feels her right hand clench, grabbing a fistful of sand. 

It’s incredibly jarring, she can feel her arm moving, like she’s moving it. She was able to move it before, but once again simple bodily control seems beyond her. It’s like some unseen entity has slipped into her body and is puppeting her like a doll. 

The hand and arm lift into the air, and Winter can feel gravity tugging at them both, can feel the muscles strain with disuse. She can feel every grain of sand trickle from between clenched fingers. Each finger uncurls methodically, not unlike how she tested her hands before, but now the disconnect between movement and conscious thought is so jarring that Winter’s teeth grit together.

It’s like nails on a chalkboard, offensive and nauseating. Without conscious thought, Winter puts all of her willpower into wrenching control of her body back from her unseen puppeteer.

Her arm thumps back into the sand, limp. Hers again, for the moment.

“What did you do to me?” a voice half-craks half-snarls beside her. Fully audible, unlike the muttered curses earlier. Deliberate. Full of choked back rage, but in control. 

It’s a familiar voice, but also not. Poised but terrified, trying to hide its fear, but failing. 

It sounds like her own.

Not trusting her limbs, Winter tilts her head to finally look at the speaker, her adversary.

And Cinder Fall stares back.

A flicker of satisfaction lights in Cinder’s stomach at the look of bewildered rage that crosses Schnee’s face before her mask slams back down. But that satisfaction is nothing compared to the anger and fear roiling in her mind like a firestorm. 

Cinder is no stranger to her own limbs not listening to her. Ruby Rose all but burned away her left arm, and Salem’s offered alternative only obeyed if she made the Grimm flesh fear her. And even then, it would always heed the orders of her Mistress over herself, seizing in pain and flailing out of her control at a thought.

Not that Cinder isn’t grateful. The arm grants her power, and the ability to steal the Maiden powers. Salem gave that to her. It’s because of Salem that she has it. Without her, Cinder is nothing.

But this… this is a step beyond.

“What are you…” Schnee starts to snap back, and then clearly she sees what Cinder noticed as soon as she woke up.

Her body isn’t only her body anymore. She has a passenger, a parasite. Two arms, and two legs, blotchy skin running up the middle like paint smeared together. Two heads on one set of shoulders, and one is very much not her own.

Cinder sees the moment Schnee puts it together. “That place! The Tree, and that woman and-” Her eyes narrow sharp and cold as icicles. “What did you do?”

Cinder scoffs. “So like a Schnee, taking no responsibility, always assuming it must be someone else’s fault.”

“Well forgive me for blaming you, but only one of us is working for a woman hellbent on destroying the world.”

“Oh did the dear General have a sex change? I didn’t know.”

“Don’t play games with me, Fall! ” Schnee pushes herself up on one arm, leaving their shared body awkwardly tilted as she looms over Cinder. Her blues eyes blaze to life, and Cinder subtly melts the sand beside her into a blade. “I understand punishing you, but why that woman decided to drag me into this I have no idea. So what did you do?”

 Cinder scoffs. “Don’t act like you’re so innocent, so blameless, you can’t hide behind your shining Atlas exterior. We all saw what Atlas stands for, what you’re complicit in. You can thank your dear General for that.”

“I’m not hiding, I know my crimes,” Schnee responds, cold as a glacier. “But what I’ve done is nothing compared to you. If this is some sort of divine punishment, then I certainly am not the one to blame.”

“And I am?!” Cinder lurches upright as well, her temper boiling to the surface as she feels the fire-hunger swell. This woman, the nerve, the audacity. Ordered to kill an entire Kingdom, and would’ve followed through while hiding behind her precious orders. And she dares to claim she has a moral high ground? “What have I done that’s so horrible?!”

“You killed my sister!!” Schnee roars, the air turning noticeably colder around them.

Cinder rolls her eyes. “She’s alive, you moron. If we’re alive after falling then your precious sister is.”

“Penny, not Weiss! And it’s only by sheer luck that her blood isn’t also on your hands.”

“Penny?” Cinder barks out a laugh, and tightens her grip on the glass blade beside her. “You mean the General’s synthetic brat? How could she be your sister she wasn’t even-”

“Don’t you dare, don’t you dare say that Penny wasn’t alive!” A cutlass of ice is at Cinder’s throat before she can blink. Cinder wonders if Schnee even realizes the sword she’s wielding is at her own throat as well. “She was more alive, more human than you could ever hope to be!”

 “Look who’s talking!” The blade at her throat begins to melt. “Perfect prodigal Winter Schnee!” Cinder snarls, spitting the woman’s name like it’s the worst swear she can think of. “Up in your Academy with everything handed to you on a silver platter.” The fire-hunger swells in her stomach, and flames spit from between her teeth. “Your perfect life, your perfect city. You can’t even fathom how rotten Atlas really is.”

And it’s just for a moment, a fraction of a moment, but Schnee’s mask falters. “I know better than most the corruption hiding behind the facade,” she admits, the sword lowering just barely. “You don’t know anything about my life.”

“Neither do you!” Cinder’s eyes narrow. “You call me a monster, but you don’t know the first thing about what I’ve had to suffer.”

“I know enough.”

“Jumping to conclusions about perceived enemies, how very Atlesian of you! The General would be proud,” Cinder spits, and again the woman’s mask slips. Cinder glances down at the sword still hovering by her throat. “Now drop your weapon before I do it myself.”

Winter’s eyes narrow. “Fine, but only if you relinquish the blade that you’ve been hiding behind your back this whole time.” Cinder bares her teeth, but in a distant part of her mind Winter can feel her hand loosen “her” grip on the glass weapon.

With a thought, Winter dissipates her ice cutlass. Anything to avoid that unnatural puppeting sensation of her limbs following someone else’s orders. How could Penny experience that and remain so cheerful afterwards?

No. She can’t think about Penny. It hurts too much. 

Winter sighs and lets her half of their shared body flop back onto the sand. With the adrenaline fading, all the aches and pains are catching up to her. She groans softly as the hot sand eases just a little bit of the pain. Cinder doesn’t relax, even though she lays down, pulled by Winter’s half of the body. The Fall Maiden is still tense, like Winter might strike her at any moment. 

“I’m not going to attack you,” Winter says.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Not exactly fair, since Cinder was the first to strike. “Do you have any idea where we are?” Winter asks.

“No, and I wouldn’t tell you if I did.”

“What am I going to do with the information?! If you haven’t noticed, I can’t exactly go anywhere without dragging you along.”

“Whatever.”

The sun is starting to set overhead, and in the branches above them Winter spots the animals coming to life now that the heat of the desert is fading. It’s peaceful, or it would be if her sister’s murderer wasn’t parasitically attached to her body.

No. Still can’t think about Penny.

“If you could shut up, that would be fantastic,” Cinder says.

“I wasn’t even saying anything.”

“I can hear you thinking.”

Winter grits her teeth and resists the urge to strangle Cinder. “Well I can’t exactly stop doing that, can I?” She can feel Cinder roll her eyes, and wonders if the other woman was telling the truth about hearing her thoughts or was just trying to get under her skin. How merged are they?

“Look,” Winter says eventually, staring up at the color streaked sky. “I don’t like you, and you don’t like me.”

“Finally, something we can agree on.”

“But unless you know some way back to the Tree dimension, we’re stuck like this for the foreseeable future. So we’re going to have to work together.”

“We need to get out of the open,” Cinder says by way of a response, moving to sit up. Winter reluctantly does the same, and they awkwardly get themselves upright. “Whether we’re in that Tree place or Remnant, I don’t want to be around here when it gets dark.”

Winter raises an eyebrow. “We’re both Maidens. What could the local wildlife possibly do?”

“We can’t just be strong, we have to be smart,” Cinder snaps. “We don’t even know if we can stand up let alone fly, this is not the time to try our chances in a fight.” 

Winter can’t stop the look of surprise. Cinder Fall, impulsive and brash as fire itself, recommending caution and thinking through before acting? Maybe Winter does know less about her than she thought. Cinder didn’t answer her proposal, but the suggestion of shelter implies protection for both of them. A truce of sorts, in the face of adversity.

Glancing around, Winter sees nothing but palm trees, sandblasted stones, and waves of desert beyond, nothing that could be used as a shelter. A patch of shadow catches her eye. “Past that clump of palms, there’s an outcropping or an alcove maybe.”

Cinder turns to where she’s looking, without her needing to point, and again Winter wonders just how connected they are. The other woman is silent for a moment, appraising. “We’d at least have our backs against something solid.” She nods. “I don’t see anything better, it’ll do.”

From Cinder Fall, this might as well be a cry of jubilation. Despite their agreement to work together, moving in tandem proves to be more of a struggle than Winter would like. After several failed attempts at standing that all ended with them landing flat back on their faces, the merged Maidens resort to half-crawling half-dragging themselves to the outcropping.

It’s not much of a shelter, nothing more than a nook in a pile of boulders, but it’s better than nothing. They lean gingerly back against the stone, even that short journey wearing them out more than it should have. Winter’s mouth is dry, and her stomach aches. How long has it been since she ate or drank? Will she need to eat and drink more or less now that she’s sharing a stomach?

“We should look for potable water,” Winter suggests, rubbing a crick out of her neck. “It wouldn't be wise to go another day in that heat without hydration. Or food, judging by how rapidly our body is using energy.” 

“I’ve gone longer, it will be fine.”

Winter frowns. “You’ve gone longer than a day without water?”

Cinder shrugs, running fire-warmed hands over the aching muscles in their legs. “And food. It wasn’t fun, but I lived.”

Winter knows what it sounds like to speak from behind a mask of your own making. Cinder may sound casual, but its a facade. There’s a story there. One Winter isn’t sure she wants to poke into. You don’t know the first thing about what I’ve had to suffer, Cinder had said.

“Did you live in Atlas?” Winter asks. Cinder’s motions still, and then she continues more slowly. “The way you talk about it, it seems like you’re more familiar with the city than the average visitor.”

“I am,” Cinder says shortly. A bedroom on the floor in a storeroom, sisters more like torturers, a mother more like a slaver. And Rhodes, the biggest hypocrite of them all. “I lived there a long time ago, I hated it. Then I left and never looked back.” She’ll never have to. The city must have crashed by now, the Glass Unicorn a crumbled mess in the ruins of a destroyed city.

“I did the same,” Schnee admits, and Cinder looks at her in surprise. Amber eyes meet blue, and Schnee holds her gaze calmly. “My father, Jacques Schnee, was a father in blood alone. I joined the military to get away from him, to become strong enough that he could never hurt me again.” She laughs ruefully, her expression darkening. “I can’t believe I actually thought James was better than him.”

Cinder drops her gaze, moving back to mechanically easing the aches out of their shared muscles. Running away to become strong enough to never be hurt again. She hates how it sounds so familiar. She hates that she almost empathizes with Winter, that she understands.

It’s not the same, it’s not the same. Winter is a Schnee, born into privilege and promise. She got to become a Huntress, ran away into the open arms of the Atlas military on a whim. She didn’t have to claw and bite her way out. Run into the open arms of Salem, who used her and lifted her up and hurt her worse than the Madame ever could.

“Did you make him pay?” Cinder asks quietly, “For hurting you?” 

“Did you make them pay?” Winter answers with a question. “Whoever hurt you?”

Cinder’s hands still. The blood on the storeroom floor, the Madame’s neck crunching under her fingers all while her veins sing with electricity. The first betrayal she’s ever experienced, and the one that hurt the most. Born again at the stroke of midnight.

“I killed them,” she says, once again meeting Winter’s eyes. She expects to find hated pity there, expects to scream at her for perceived weakness, but she finds only cool understanding. “My sisters, the Madame, and the Huntsman who trained me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Cinder’s eyes narrow. “I’m not weak.”

“I never said you are,” Winter responds. “Were they the ones who kept you from food and water?”

“Yes. I was their servant, if I didn’t work, I didn’t eat.”

There’s a flare of anger in Winter’s cold eyes, and it takes Cinder a moment to realize the emotion is pointed at the Madame. Winter Schnee is angry on her behalf, at a woman she never met, just because she hurt Cinder. Where’s that Atlesian delight in putting down her inferiors?

“Can you make other things out of glass?” Winter asks suddenly. “Other than weapons?

Cinder blinks. “Probably. I’ve never really tried.”

“Can you make a bowl?”

“Why?”

“Just humor me.”

A bit dumbfounded, Cinder scoops a handful of sand from beside her and melts it into glass, slowly shaping the liquid into something resembling a bowl. It’s difficult to keep the edges smooth, different from the obsidian blades she’s so fond of, but eventually she’s left with a lopsided bowl in the palm of her hand.

“That’s perfect, thank you,” Winter says, taking Cinder’s hand and moving it closer to herself. It doesn’t feel as unnatural as before, the autonomous movement mitigated by the added visual of someone physically moving her hand. Or possibly by the simple act of human companionship as Winter holds her hand.

Winter’s eyes flare to life, and Cinder’s hackles immediately raise. This was all a trick, an act to lull her into complacency. Winter is going to attack her now, in her moment of weakness-

“Calm down,” Winter murmurs, running a thumb over the back of Cinder’s hand. Cinder hates how the action does actually calm her. “Just watch.” The Winter Maiden inhales and blows a white cloud into the bowl, and when the mist clears it’s full of clean white snow.

Without even needing to be prompted, Cinder knows what to do. Fire flickers past her eyes as she slowly heats up the palm of her hand, not enough to melt the glass, just enough to melt the snow. In just a few moments, all the flakes are gone and clear water sits in the bowl.

“Drink it,” Winter prompts. “It’s for you.”

“You mean it’s for us,” Cinder counters. “My body is your body, don’t pretend this is an act of charity when it’s benefiting you as well.”

Winter rolls her eyes, almost fondly. “Just drink the damn water.”

Cinder stares at it for a moment. Water created from nothing. Ice and fire, both death in their own regards. Diametrically opposed, but combined to create the bringer of life itself. 

Eventually she looks up, meeting Winter’s gaze. Why did you do this? Why are you helping me, after I hurt you? Why do you even care? Why are you aiding your enemy? Why you, why me? 

Cinder’s mind roils with all of the questions and more, but can’t vocalize more than a single word. “Why?” 

Winter is still holding her hand, and the ghost of a smile crosses her lips. The ice queen’s hand is strangely warm. “Because the people who hurt us are gone. So why should we continue to torture ourselves for them?”

There’s no reason Winter should care. Winter doesn’t even know her. And yet she does, a runaway in her own right, running to power out of fear and falling into the same horror she was fleeing from. Cinder and the Madame and Salem. Winter and her father and the General. 

She created water from her very soul, just so Cinder wouldn’t have to be thirsty. 

Cinder raises the bowl to her lips, with Winter’s hand still steadying hers, and drinks. It’s the cleanest water she’s ever tasted, cooling and refreshing on her parched throat. She doesn’t have to look to feel that Winter is smiling.

Fire and Ice. Dark and light. Maybe they’re not meant to destroy each other, not meant to be locked in a battle forever. Water in a glass bowl, two opposed forces combined to create something beautiful.

Maybe even they can find their own balance.

[cardo-de-comer]

Currently in game dev as a student and I’ve been looking over your art and concepts for a little bit now—I’m FLOORED. I haven’t checked on your art in a while and had forgotten just how much it inspires me.

Your style holds so much identity, and your skill bleeds through every brushstroke! The way you do silhouettes, the insanely unique and beautiful choice of colors, the ferocity in some of the expressions, the quality of your brushwork, again the USE OF SILHOUETTE AND FORM OH MY GOODNESS!!!

You have SUCH a striking visual style and the way you incorporate similar themes to tie character designs together in your world is incredible! I was able to pick out what I believed to be symbolism and understand it a few seconds after asking the question (it may have been explained in the text and I missed it, but the fact that I was able to draw a conclusion that quickly says a lot about your skills as a designer and artist!).

Please forgive me if this has been asked before by the way, but what program do you use? I have a number of them and am trying to work out how you managed to get the line quality that you do on the brushstrokes (they’re like. Creamy looking??? Does that make sense? They blend together very nicely but don’t blend so much that it muddies the contrasting colors you put on top.)

Anyways as I was reading the game idea you have, I was actively trying to envision how it would look and was immediately feeling a 3D-2D mixed style, especially since your artwork has a very clear visual identity that would benefit from being the focus rather than something like plain or simplistic 3D models.

And then I immediately stumbled onto the low poly model you made and fell in love. I had already thought a Disco-Elysium inspired + low poly (less development time, plus requires less budget for an indie project) would look amazing especially considering how your brushwork means that high-poly models might not benefit nearly as much from it. And I think it might be the right call to continue with that!

What perspective (2D/platformer, 2D platformer with depth [Ex. “Paper Mario”] top down, isometric, 3rd person, 1st person, etc.) do you envision when you think of your game idea?

Personally I feel like it’d work as a 3rd person perspective 3D game, but using extremely low poly buildings and set pieces that let the textures do the work. But keeping in mind that if every character is 3D and rigged, it can and will still take monumentally more time to make.

I could also see it going the direction of having flat 2D characters in a 3D environment (Like “Smile For Me”) which would take less development time and save more energy to focus on good gameplay.

I’d love to hear more about your ideas, and think that you should definitely give more thought to making that game a reality!

Just as a word of advice though, start small. ;^^ Don’t begin with your dream project, make some goofy little games first to get your feet in the water, then dive in once you have that experience. And don’t get too wrapped up in it either, take breaks and divert from the project every so often to regather your creative energy. Like doing game jams for example!

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first of all thank you for such a LONG text oh my god T_T I cannot express in words how much this means to me and even if I knew English well, I still wouldn't be able to tell you... I use drawpile a lot for sketches and light stuff like doodles! And Photoshop for more complicated works and render. If you need brushes I have them in this post on my side acc. As for ynstbh, well... Here goes the rambling haha. I was thinking about it being either 2d platfomer /LISA was my main inspiration at the start/ or isometric 3D thing. Isometric still wins in my head because it gives some space for movement in different planes, if that makes sense, my favorite example of it being player is walking through the City and at some point you see a tower on a foreground plane just getting up and running off the screen to ambush you later haha (yes, the City is like that. nothing unusual here). When this game idea first appeared in my head, I also wanted it to have some kind of frame, medieval-inspired, around the gameplay, that would change drawings depending on the location. But now I think that's gonna be too much visual noise. And I would love to make cutscenes because I like my 3d models and I like to animate stuff, although it would take an abysmal about of time to make backgrounds.. Also ynstbh would probably have a lot of dialogues, since I really love to show characters through their interactions with each other. Notably the Devil, who loves to break the 4th wall and look right at the player in his portraits.

Either way yeah, I know about starting small. Right now I only have experience in drawing, 3d, just a little bit of code (I think I forgot everything actually lol) and I'm just really good at googling problems. I hope somewhere in the future I will have enough energy to start. My lore and characters became really important and dear to me so I really hope to make sth with them. :) If game doesn't work out, I'm thinking to give an animated short a chance, I need to put this world somewhere or I'll probably go insane. Once again thank you and good luck with your studies! thanks for letting me ramble about ynstbh haha <3

[kpopsexstories]

Oh my god are u able to do a male reader x Kun one where they just obsessed with giving each other praises and worshipping their bodies?

QUICK FIX GAY #10: WayV Kun x Male Reader Body Worship

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: WayV Kun & Male Reader

Content: Body appreciation, Sweet/romantic, Kun top/reader bottom

Type of Sex: VANILLA

Word Count: 1,057

I've had a hard time writing body worshipping and compliments. Maybe I need to read some more stories to learn how to do it. I'm not sure if my attempt here is what you were looking for, but if anyone knows of any great body appreciation, praises and worship stories please send me some links 😊 I want to learn and get better at writing this kind of smut.

Kun smiles wide at you as you lay naked in his arms, gently drawing little circles on his bare stomach. He can't believe how much he loves you, and the fact that he gets to enjoy romantic, intimate moments like this on the regular.

“You're amazing babe, you know that?” he asks in a soft, dreamy voice. He sounds a little coarse, barely awake even though you've had sex already on this wonderful morning.

You look up and your eyes meet. You smile too, your heart all warm and fuzzy. “No, you're amazing,” you say. “I feel so happy right now.”

“You read my mind. You have such a beautiful soul. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

You put your hand on his soft chest and pull yourself up to kiss his wonderful lips. You smile wide as your mouths press together, and he closes his eyes as your presence fills his heart with joy.

Your hand moves down his chest and back to his stomach. You feel his abs and suddenly sense a tingle between your legs. “Mm, you're so sexy,” you whisper, lips still on his, turning the beautiful moment between two people in love sexual.

Kun opens his eyes and grins. “Oh yeah?” he says and partly sists up. The duvet slides down your bodies and he looks down to appreciate you too.

“You're the sexiest person I know,” he says and puts a hand on your waist.

You move your hand a little faster up and down his front. “Your skin is so soft and smooth. Your waist is just perfect. Fuck, you always turn me on so bad.”

Kun can't stop grinning at your words as he attacks you with his lips. He kisses your mouth but quickly moves down to your chest, as he rolls into your arms and you turn on your back.

“I just love your nipples,” he teases while planting his lips on them. He sticks out his tongue and playfully flicks it as the nipple harden.

You let out a laugh, aroused by the wet sensation. “God, you're amazing!” you exclaim and turn your head toward the ceiling. “Babe, stop, that's ticklish!”

Kun leaves the nipple alone and moves further down your body. His lips jump down your stomach and onto your belly button, where he pulls his head back and sticks his fingers in.

“This is what I imagine a vagina feels like,” he says while swirling his finger around in the hole. The comment makes you laugh out loud.

You sit up too and put your fingers under his chin. You lift his head so you can kiss him on the lips, and study his face with your eyes.

“You're gorgeous,” you say. “A piece of art.”

Kun scoffs but takes the compliment. He reaches for your cheek and gently traces your jaw. “Like a sculpture,” he says softly.

“A pretty shitty one,” you joke, not as good as him at taking compliments.

“No, a work of art by the most famous sculpter in the world.”

“My mom's famous?” you ask and raise an eyebrow. Kun doesn't even react to the joke.

Instead he leans in close to kiss you again. You make out, while your hands explore each other's bodies. Eventually you sit up straight, lean in over him, and he's the one who lies on his back.

The duvet glides all the way down over your feet. You lift a knee to sit over his crotch. You look down at his sexy figure, appreciating every detail on his skin and the muscles as they tense when he makes himself comfortable.

He puts his hands on your thighs and hips. They slide up your side while you study each other's fronts. He feels your chest, looks at your stomach, and eventually pays attention to the hard dick between your legs.

“If there's art in the room it's this thing,” he says and gently grabs the shaft. Meanwhile you imagine his own boner below your ass cheeks.

He lifts your shaft and turns it, studying it with a playful expression as if he's an art critics trying to find flaws in a perfect painting.

He can't find any. You let him have his fun until you laugh and slap his wrist. He lets go of your erection and looks up.

You smile wide when your eyes meet. You genuinely think he's the most beautiful creature you've ever seen. Clearly he feels the same way about you, and that is part of why the attraction between you has always been so strong.

“I can't believe you're my boyfriend,” he says softly. His eyes shine when he looks at you with love and passion.

“I can't believe you're mine,” you counter, and suddenly feel butterflies in your stomach, like you used to do when you first met.

“I love you so much,” he says while his hands start moving up and down your body again.

“I love you too,” you say, and your hands glide up his stomach and chest when you lean down far to kiss him.

You make out, long and passionately. Your dick rubs against his abdomen, and your body starts to rock back and forth when his grip tightens around your hips and ass. He's hard too, and you lift your ass when he reaches down between your bodies and legs.

“Mmm,” he moans when he plays around your cheeks with his shaft.

“Wanna go again?” you ask in between soft kisses, when the head presses near your hole.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “You're the most beautiful person I know. I want to have sex with you always.”

You giggle at the shower of appreciation. You raise your ass higher to let him in. The head presses harder against the hole, and you hold your breath when you slowly sit back down.

The head gradually expands you. Your strong sense of joy is replaced by pleasure when the dick slips all the way in.

You genuinely can't believe how lucky you are to have found the perfect man. And as you slowly begin to fuck – for the second time on this incredible morning filled with lust and love – Kun is thinking the exact same thing.

He's so hot. He really is beautiful inside and out.