#guided improvisation

[jgthirlwell]

01.26.24 Sam Day Harmet's Soundpainting Collective at Main Drag Music

[lezet]

Lezet - "Hut" (EP) is out on INSTITUTE FOR ALIEN RESEARCH (UK)!!!!!

Lezet - "Hut" (EP) is out on INSTITUTE FOR ALIEN RESEARCH (UK)!!!!! Acoustic guitar improvisations inspired by a drawing done by Maex9 (a 9-year old student of mine) A nylon string guitar tortured by a non-guitarist searching for songs

https://instituteforalienresearchvariousartists.bandcamp.com/album/the-hut-ep

[discordiansamba]

The people of the Shirogane clan do not live long.

Centuries ago, they thought it was due to a curse- a natural thing to think, given their line of work. But in the modern era, they understood it was actually due to a hereditary disease that ravaged members of their main and branch families alike. Either way, the result was the same- most of those in the Shirogane family die before they turn fifty.

Shiro's grandmother, the head of their clan, is an exception.

His parents were not- and neither is Shiro. He knew from an early age that he was doomed to see the same early grave as the rest of his family. He's not afraid of death- he's more afraid of dying without ever making a mark on this world instead. He's born with the stars in his head, always looking up.

He tells his grandmother he does not want to become an exorcist. He wants to be a pilot. He wants to go to space, defying the odds just like those on the Calypso mission did. He knows that there are many in his clan who do not want to let him do this. They talk about his natural talent, his affinity for his clan's work.

His grandmother just smiles and tells him he is free to do as he wishes.

Shiro enrolls in the Galaxy Garrison the following month.

(But his past follows him anyways.)

[themalhambird]

The forge lies in ruins. Ash and dust choke the air; stonework lays scattered and smashed to pieces on the floor. The fires blaze like wolves raging against their containment: hotter, brighter, angrier than any smithing-fire ought to be, suffocating the room with heat.. And the scents clinging to the air underneath it all. The lingering stench of burning flesh, the metallic touch of spilled blood , coats Enerion’s tongue. 

Nevertheless, a little of his heart lifts with joy. The Lord of Eregion’s once rich gown is scorched, torn, bloodied; it hangs from his trembling frame in tatters. His feet are bare and filthy; one ankle is fettered. The silver chain, barely three feet long, glints and snakes like a river in the moonlight, tethering the smith to his anvil. Even from here, Enerion can see the bruising, the skin rubbed raw where the circle of metal bites into flesh. Celebrimbor has been made a prisoner in the one place that was ever his sanctuary- has undoubtedly been tortured-

But he is there. Sitting on the steps, hunched over and whispering almost soundlessly to something he seems to be holding in his bound, trembling hands. Against his darkest fears, Enerion has found Celebrimbor alive. 

His initial appearance elicited no reaction from Celebrimbor, but as Enerion begins to cross toward him, footsteps- light as they are- somehow echoing around the otherwise empty room Celebrimbor’s head whips toward him. He scrambles back, the movement eating up the few inches of give remaining on the fetter chain and then some- his ankle bending in a way it really shouldn’t. His hands move so quickly Enerion can’t quite track it, but whatever he was holding seems to have quite vanished. Celebrimbor’s right palm rests flat against the stone, his left hand anxiously crumpling the soiled fabric beneath his fingers. His face is streaked with grime, his temple streaked with blood- his lower lip split, his cheek marred with ugly, angry bruising, his flesh ashen and  gaunt. The eyes that fix on Enerion’s face flash with a fear that quickly fades into dull exhaustion. His mouth twists mockingly. “So,” he says. “That is your latest mask of deception? What do you think to achieve with me, by stealing that face?”

He thinks I’m Sauron. A reasonable, if bleak, assumption. Enerion moves toward Celebrimbor as cautiously as he might approach a wounded deer. He seats himself on the steps next to him, close enough to reach out and touch but keeping his hands to himself for now. The neckline of Celebrimbor’s gown has been  ripped. Enerion’s eyes are drawn to his shoulder, just below the collarbone, where the broad, crude strokes of an eye have been seared into his skin. Enerion grimaces, joy at finding his friend alive dimming just a little. The brand is fresh enough that the skin surrounding it is still blistered, the wound raw and weeping. How much might he have been spared, if I had taken action sooner? Gil-galad pushes the thought aside. Now is not the time for it. “Celebrimbor,” he says. “This is not a trick, or an illusion. Sauron has fled. Eregion is safe, you are safe-”

“Oh?” Celebrimbor says mildly. “And what will it cost, my deliverance, hm? Oh, Sauron is only fled, not vanquished. Will you have a weapon of me that can kill him? Would you have more rings-” he breaks off into a dry, rasping cough. Enerion pulls the water skin from his belt and flicks the stopper free, putting it to Celebrimber’s cracked and bleeding lips and holding it as his friend drinks. After a few gulps, Celebrimbor abruptly turns his head away, eyes closing and tears appearing in the creases of his lids.c The tremors running through him grow worse, every line of his battered body grows ridgid with tension. Enerion waits for a moment, then sits back and puts the water away. Another moment. Celebrimbor does not move. He doesn’t speak. Enerion turns his attention to the chain around Celebrimbor’s ankle. 

“I’m getting you out of here. Into the fresher air, the sunlight, and then the medic’s hall.” There’s a hammer lying not far off. With a few hard, targeted blows (and a slight surge from Vilya, the ring seeming to feel definite dislike for the chain holding its’ creator) the fetter falls apart. 

“I won’t do it,” Celebrimbor states. Enerion looks back up at him. Celebrimbor stares at his newly freed foot with a kind of morbid curiosity, before hurriedly pulling it into himself as if for protection and flitting his eyes up to Enerion’s face, his expression twisting into pale, frightened, certainty. “Whatever you think you can use this face- this voice- this false rescue to order me to, Shadow of Morgoth, you can forget it- if I mindlessly obeyed Gil-galad’s orders, I wouldn’t be in this mess, now would I?”

Despite himself, Enerion’s lips twitch. “I’ll remind you of that when I’m next delivered Eregion’s tax ledgers, all neatly signed with some apprentice or other’s best imitation of your signature,” he threatens lightly. Celebrimbor’s brow furrows, and the defiance in his eyes falters. For the first time, they seem to fall to the ring on his hand. “...High King?” he whispers. A mouse runs out from his sleeve, dropping to the floor and scampering up to sniff and squeak at Enerion with curiosity. With the way Celebrimbor’s eyes follow the creature- first with a flash of alarm at its appearance, and then with hope as it seems to deliver a verdict in Enerion’s favour by hopping up onto his boot, the High King suspects that this is what, or rather who, Celebrimbor had in his hands when Enerion first saw him. Celebrimbor looks from the mouse, to Vilya, to Enerion’s face. He bursts into tears. Relief seems to break Celeibrimbor in a way that fear could not. Enerion gathers him up in his arms, cushions his head in his lap, and holds him, runs his fingers soothingly through Celebrimbor’s brittle and dirty hair, and lets him fall apart. The back of Celebrimbor’s own, and the shirt beneath it, have been torn down the middle as far as his waist. It hangs open, revealing a map of welts, a criss-crossing of scars and deep, scabbing lines. Enerion rests his palm just above the mangled flesh, and lets Vilya ease the pain. 

*** 

At length, Celebrimbor’s tears slow. Between his gasping apologies, keening statements, and desperate questions, Enerion thinks he has a clearer illustration of what Sauron wrought on Celebrimbor’s mind. His heart twists at Celebrimbor’s description of “realising” that his city was under siege, had been for weeks while he laboured, oblivious…that the siege was simply another layer of illusion, a second blindfold slung around Celebrimbor’s eyes when the first began to slip, seems difficult for the Lord of Eregion to believe, but it does explain the state of the Forge. Stage-setting. “I suppose,” Celebrimbor murmurs., when the High King makes the suggestion. “Avoids another mishap like the everlasting candles.”

Enerion doesn’t ask for clarification. He continues to stroke Celebrimbor’s hair. Celebrimbor exhales, pressing into the touch. “You are being very kind to a prideful and reasonous fool,” he murmurs. “You need not fear that I am too fragile to answer for what I’ve done- do with me as you must.”

Enerion’s hand stills. “Celebrimbor,” he says finally, carefully. “As Lord of Eregion, do you see fit to punish the elves who, at Sauron’s bidding, seized you and brought you up to this place to be chained, flogged, and branded? Do you intend to pass sentence on the smiths who forged restraints for your wrists because Sauron instructed them to do so?”

Because Celebrimbor’s back is to him, Enerion senses, rather than sees, the other elf’s immediate frown. “Of course not! They didn’t know- they weren’t to blame. They thought I was completely out of my senses and they were frightened— oh. I catch your drift.” He sounds a little put out about the connection he’s just made, and Enerion rather suspects that Celebrimbor would find his own guilt easier to bear if he felt he were acting out a penance for it. 

“I’m taking you to have your injuries properly looked at,” he says, shifting his grip. “I’m going to carry you, because it will be faster, and if we’re too much longer the guards I left at the foot of the tower will get nervous and come looking for me, at which point they’ll all try to be helpful and they’ll get in the way. And if,” he adds, rising to his feet- one arm beneath Celebrimbor’s knees, the other around his back, and Celebrimbor’s head falling against his shoulder, “it will make you feel better, I’ll send Elrond by to scold you each and every afternoon the healers have you on bedrest.”

Celebrimbor’s quiet but genuine laugh as they leave the forge behind warms the king like a summer’s day.

@fantasyquests - tagging you because your tags on the concept-post I made along these lines expressed interest in this being written : )

[afinickyguide]

episode 104: improvised grenades 🍞💣🧀

[bredforloyalty]

how do i get myself to do very urgent uni stuff. help should i imagine shadow people killing me unless i finish do i think about the potential humiliation what do i do

[ghost-of-you]

And the homemade merch saga continues...

[eluxurex]

😨😨

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

[rainsoupshark]

anybody wanna see the first four pages of the crappy comic i’ve been working on for a. longer than preferred amount of time?

[cursingtoji]

listening to ghost and soap infamous “are you ugly?” conversation and not being able to stop thinking about what ghost meant by “quite the opposite”

you’re used to having him wearing his mask even whenever you two escape to blow off some steam, but since that day you’ve been building up some courage to ask the same thing soap tried to.

“take it off” you murmur with your lips inches away from his mask while setting a pace riding him.

Ghost, who was spread out on the couch raised his head, “y’r gettin’ spoiled, brat. last week was a kiss now you want my whole face?” he gives your ass a mean slap.

“’s not fair” you pout, whilst you are completely naked every time, simon only removes his shirt when you beg, maybe lowers his pants down to his ankles instead of just enough to let out his cock, but that’s it.

“Aight, want me to lose the mask?” he takes your black shirt, folding it sloppily until it’s narrow then he puts around your eyes tying on the back of your head.

“simon! no!” you raise your hands to undo it, he’s faster though, taking both your wrists and holding in the air. you hear some fumbling and suddenly your palms are being tickled by a stubble, you gasp realizing under your hands is ghost’s uncovered face.

“keep ridin’” he demands, adjusting his body to lay lower and thrusting you from bellow as a reminder he’s still inside.

you bite your lips, needing to put a hand on his chest as support, your other hand explores his face trying to paint a mental image of him.

his jawline is sharp, a few uneven parts along his skin, probably scars, there’s more hair on his chin than the rest of his jaw and to imagine simon with a blond goatee make you clench.

“shit” he curses tightening the grip on your hips, “what’re you so excited ‘bout, private? huh?” he pinches your nipple. you run your fingertips on his bottom lip, it’s thin and he could use some lip balm, but the excitement about touching him in such a intimate way gives you hope to one day convince him to let you apply lip balm on his lips, “behave” he growls.

“‘m behaving, sir” you smile sheepishly forgetting he can actually see your face. ghost takes your hand, making you close it and leaving just your index up. under the improvised blindfold you frown, next his lips are wrapping around your finger and his tongue is under your digit.

your clit throbs, not expecting this from your lieutenant.

“fuck, Lt.” you arch your back, approaching your orgasm.

“faster” both his hands are gripping your ass, he groans and you feel the vibration on your finger. you obey as one does, slapping your ass on his mighty thighs, as he sucks your finger, even letting some saliva run down your palm.

“si-mon ‘m close” you lose yourself on the sensation, seeing nothing makes you more aware of the stretch his cock gives you, not to mention the sounds your lieutenant is trying to hold. with one last suck he removes your finger, moving it to your own clit, where he presses it on your bud.

“cum then” you’re so close, but that’s one thing you still want.

“can i kiss you?” you edge yourself waiting for his answer, he sighs and you take it as a negative response, but his other hand leaves your ass as he guides your face to his where his lips awaited yours, he immediately pushes his tongue in, that’s merely your second kiss and you’re already coming.

“louder, i think the terrorists haven’t heard ya” he teases when you moan a high pitched note.

“fuck you, sir” you’re still riding him intensely, knowing he’s close too. he bites your lip, forcing your hips up and down faster and groaning as he fills your insides.

by the time you remove the blindfold, his mask is back on and you sigh in defeat, moving away from his lap and getting one last spank.

“goatee” you whisper in soap’s ear as he is about to eat his morning scrambled eggs.

“wut?” he turns to you.

“he has a goatee” you wink and leave to get your own breakfast. poor johnny is still processing what was said when ghost enters the room, later than usual.

soap drops his fork.

[drawloverlala]

Heated Argument - Megaman X2 comic -

finally finished this fan comic project! thank you so much to my friend Dr. Zane "Z" Powers for helping me with the dialogue and grammar!

Some personal comments and insights about this comic down the line if you are interested!

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aaaaaaaaaaaahhh... this took quite a long time, I guess not as long as Brotherhood Twists but you can see the difference in the first page with the second lol.

in fact I had done like various previous versions of the second page, you can see here how I was kinda improvising still and also still using some smaller panels, which later I thought it was much better to use big panels for more cool scenes like on Stag's powers by example

before i also had thought of including Pi; the pink navigator, more into the story but I thought maybe would be a little bothersome that she interrupts the fight with her dialogue too often and also may be redundant of her to comment on what's happening.

at one point I decided to make a storyboard and basically I went from there, which still made things a little difficult with the dialogue because I didn't full define that before as usual 😅 but I got some help from my friend and I think it turned out really cool!

it's also a little bit difficult to build on a story that has no prior buildup like I think a story like this should have had, I would have LOVED to build up something from before XD

there are other things I want to focus now but I'd still like to make more fan comics maybe smaller ones and let some headcanons out someday lol

Things that I learned with this, is that next time I make a fan comic like this, I'll reduce the quality in art a bit, maybe less shading and less clean line art would be good to save some time because as much as I like going ham on projects like this, it was still kinda tiring lol it really helps to have a color guide though! I made one reference sheet for myself here and I still really like it

the shading isn't present and still looks good, so that's something I'll keep in mind if I do another one in the future oh also ink shading was so helpful! saved a lot of coloring time lol and I added a few little cameos in the end, added Mac from Megaman X3, 2 concept navigators; one from X1 (the blonde one that was a scrapped concept for navigator) and one from Maverick Hunter X, and I made Signas one of the reploids that appear in the day of Sigma, he isn't the commander yet but he's there helping too!

that's all for now! thank you for reading if you did! 😊✨

[discordiansamba]

urban fantasy AU where Pidge resorts to summoning a demon to find her missing father and brother but the demon is just a very confused half-demon Keith who didn't even know he could be summoned.

[lost-romantique]

It's not a complete role reversal...

People are treating what happened at Sinsmas as a complete role reversal between Stolas and Blitz, where Blitz is going to be the one chasing after Stolas, and Stolas pushing his advances away...

When the situation is a bit more nuanced than that...

Blitz and Stolas both don't have their masks up

The reason why Stolas had such a hard time in the season was because he had to take down those impenetrable walls Blitz put around himself. In that same vein, Stolas also had these walls up when he communicated with Blitz as well.

By the end of the season finale, those walls are down and these gentlemen are able to speak to each other face to face without keeping up a facade.

Blitz and Stolas are together 24/7 now

The reason why it was difficult for them to communicate before was because they were operating under the terms of their transactional agreement where their only excuse to meeting each other was during the nights of the full moon.

However, by the end of the season, both characters live and work together.

Blitz and Stolas have wildly different problems they have to overcome

Blitz, before, was not in the right headspace to give or receive love because he was still under the belief that his love hurts people and that he didn't deserve to be loved. Remember, one botched love confession literally mutilated his best friend, killed his mom, and destroyed the lives of his entire circus family.

The reason why Stolas isn't in the right headspace to give or receive love is because he's still processing his new way of life as a commoner, and the fact that his daughter doesn't want to see him. If anything, the main obstacle keeping these bozos apart now is Octavia.

Blitz and Stolas do love each other

Despite all the bullshit these men have put each other through, they both do genuinely have feelings for each other. However, Blitz knows that what Stolas needs right now isn't his love, but his support. And Blitz is happy with that because the only thing he wants to do right now is be there for Stolas.

When Blitz lost everything in the circus fire, he was alone with nobody to help him and guide him. However, when Stolas lost everything during the trial, he wasn't alone because Blitz was there to pick him back up.

Blitz doesn't know how to give up

While it is true that Stolas shuts Blitz out at this moment, Blitz doesn't give up and use that as a sign of rejection.

Instead, Blitz improvises by inviting Stolas to dance, and Stolas reciprocates.

If Stolas didn't want to dance with Blitz, he didn't have to, he could have just as easily shooed him away but he didn't. In fact, Stolas looks so happy to be invited to dance.

Blitz has this knack for getting Stolas to laugh, even in his most darkest days... so that helps too.

Blitz has a goal now

This is Blitz's endgame, his goal. Blitz wants to be at a place where he and Stolas could be happy and healthy, and live a life with their daughters by their side. He wants this, and Blitz is going to operate in a way to achieve it.

Because that is who Blitz is...

He is a tenacious bastard that doesn't know how to give up. He wanted to be his own boss, so he opened a business. He wanted an easy way to get to earth, so he fucked a Prince. He wanted a family, so he made his own eclectic one.

Blitz, despite the fact that he can be a complete asshole and an idiot, usually has a way of getting what he wants in the end.

[ozzgin]

Santa baby are you really there?!

*hears a voice in my backyard*

FUCK SKIN WALKER

- you make Yan skinwalker i’ll do anything to get a skin walker to love me … yes I am 100% mentally stable

I'm not sure if you had something horror-esque in mind, because my immediate idea was Reader accidentally getting cursed and continuing her life completely unaware with a ""dog"" everyone is freaked out by, but she finds it cute. So more like dark comedy vibes. You be the judge. :D

Disclaimer: I have changed the name to Shapeshifter as to not delve into potentially offensive takes on native folklore. Thank you for informing my European ass.

Yandere!Monster x Reader [Shapeshifter]

On your last hiking trip, you've stumbled upon a helpless, lost dog. Or rather, it stalked you down to your cabin and spent the night in front of your window. You didn't have the heart to abandon the poor soul and so you brought it home with you. Strange things have been happening ever since and no one knows how to tell you that the monstrous coyote-like creature might be to blame. You're oblivious to everything.

Content: female reader, dark comedy, monster romance, reader is cursed and proud

It wasn't your intention to return home with a new pet. Some might say it was written in the stars, this fateful encounter of yours. You had finished packing your supplies for a day-long hike, vehemently refusing to join your group of friends that would be guided around by a native. They’d warned you many areas of the mountainous forest were supposedly cursed or haunted, so you just scribbled the limits on your makeshift map and promised to stay on the main trails. After all, this was your chance to commune with nature. As the sun begun to set, you wondered if going by yourself was indeed a smart idea, given your lack of spatial awareness and difficulty to navigate maps. You flipped the piece of paper several times, deep in contemplation. Could it be that you’ve reached the forbidden lands? You quickly surveyed the area: based on the stuffed rag dolls hanging from old branches, and the animal skulls arranged in patterns among patches of burnt grass, it was very much a possibility. Perhaps the improvised slab that said “Stay away” in dripping crimson letters should’ve been enough of a warning, but you assumed they’d just been creative with trail markers.

You didn’t have the time to panic. Just as you were furrowing your eyebrows in a final attempt to decipher the map (at the time upside-down), your ears picked up a faint shuffle of leaves. Further away stood a dog, its glossy eyes fixated on your form. A lost puppy? It seemed to be on the larger side, but then again some breeds grow rather fast. You lowered yourself and patted your knees, whispering diminutives in an effort to call the animal over. It remained in place, staring quietly. Alright, then. You focused on finding your way back instead. Every now and then you'd turn back and see the dog, motionlessly eyeing you at a constant distance. Oh, dear. Was it lost? Frightening affair.

Back at the cabin you told the others about your discovery, with a hint of worry in your voice. You hoped the little pup had found proper shelter. You'd expected a similar reaction coming from your friends, but one of them suggested: "What if it was some shapeshifting monster? There's many legends and stories from the area." Everyone laughed and you joined hesitantly, mildly annoyed by the lack of empathy. That night you barely slept, twisting and turning under the heavy feeling of being watched. You woke up tired and nervous, dragging your feet towards the window for some fresh air. That's when you saw the same forest creature, fully awake and tall in its glory, positioned before your room. This was no coincidence. You had been plagued by the guilt of abandoning a vulnerable quadruped and you weren't about to continue as a passive observer. You strode out without a word and lifted the large dog with a huff, carrying it back in to figure out the transport logistics.

Thus started the unexpected companionship. To you, it's a lovely tale of two lost souls finding one another. Most people seem to disagree. Can you blame them? The rescued puppy you often speak of is, in the eyes of everyone else, a monstrous beast by all definitions. It resembles a coyote more than a dog, but even this description is too gentle. The fur is always raised threateningly and the protruding clusters of fangs remind one of the anatomical anomalies displayed in museums. The eyes, oh, the worst of all perhaps, bottomless depths that pull you in until you run out of air. The creature stares with the all-knowing gaze of a human. "Don't be rude", you snap at whoever dares to point these details out. "It must be a mixed breed or something."

Their persistence is truly ridiculous. You've even had guests run out in panic, claiming the dog stood on its back legs and whispered in a language unknown. Or that its shadow would morph into a grotesque man with claws and crooked antlers. Or that they've found it hunched over your sleeping form, its spine twisted outwards with jagged peaks breaking through the wild fur. Rubbish, all of it.

Strange things have been happening, no doubt, but your adopted fur-child has no blame to carry. You've been trying to distract yourself, going on dates and occasionally bringing potential suitors over. They all vanish overnight, nonchalantly leaving an empty, ruffled bed for you to wake up to. "Am I just unlucky?" You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse fur of your dog. It lowers itself under your touch, visibly enjoying the affection. For a split second, it glances out the window. By the time you come out of your depressed slump, the birds should've finished feeding on the remains. He made sure to tear and grind everything fine enough to not leave any marks behind.

That's how curses work, after all. He didn't expect, however, that you'd be utterly unaware of it. He has to give you the credit, not many people become stalked by an ancient curse and continue their life in blissful ignorance. Even more, for them to just casually pick up the haunting entity and bring it inside their home willingly...You're, uh, certainly a special one. Hence the change of plans. He was supposed to torment you into an early grave, but he's grown rather attached to your bizarre antics. And you do provide some damn good chin scratches. He's therefore satisfied with causing anguish and destruction to anything and anyone in your immediate vicinity instead. Since you've been complaining about the resulting isolation...

You wake up with a gasp, wiping your drenched forehead and checking the sheets. The dog is curled next to you, although its head is now tilted in your direction. "O-oh. It might be the loneliness talking...but I had the strangest dream." How troubling and embarrassing. Your beloved pet had turned into a deformed, monstrous man instead, pinning you down and hungrily grazing your skin with his sharp teeth. Your fearful protests eventually turned into shameless moans, your frail body at the mercy of the mysterious beast. It unfolded so vividly that your core feels sore. You stretch a sheepish hand towards your pet and abruptly stop halfway, noticing the marks diffused into your wrist, like violet smudges of watercolor. What the hell did you do last night?

The dog buries its head under the sheets and nuzzles its snout into your soft flesh. Heh. How many more disappearing guests will be needed for you to figure out your situation? He does find your obliviousness terribly amusing, as well as your willingness to clutch onto him despite his unsightly appearance. He was feeling particularly cheeky and thought of giving you a little scare, only to be once again taken aback by your neediness. He has to wonder who exactly is trapped in this situation, because your reactions to everything he does are frighteningly tempting. Maybe tonight he'll finally let you know, just as you're about to come undone beneath his heaving body. Something like, hmmm. "By the way, love, this isn't a dream." He could even add a little "woof" to tease you more.

[writers-potion]

MASTERPOST (PT. 2)

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Writing Dialogue 101

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⛰️Words to Use Instead Of...

Synonyms for "Walk"

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Words to Use Instead Of...(beautiful, interesting, good, awesome, cute, shy)

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How Different Types of Death Feel

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Fight Scenes For Disabled Characters

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Homosexuality in Historical Fiction

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Fantasy Nobel Ranks: A List

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How to Insult Like Shakespeare

Serial Killer Escape Manual

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[withlovemark]

“lights, camera…action!”

synopsis -> he’s an actor. you’re an actor. everyone’s super duper professional while shooting the new, highly anticipated office coworkers enemies to lovers drama!…until you have to shoot a sex scene.

warnings: smut! dry humping, oral (female receiving), jaehyun beats his meat to the sound of your moans

being paired up with your long time crush jaehyun! for this drama was already hard enough, and now you have to do a sex scene with him. you’ve read this script over and over again, mentally preparing yourself for this moment. even having intimacy coordinators guiding the both of you like it was a dance. at every practice, jaehyun always reassured you, asking if it was okay to touch you here and there, creating a safe and comfortable space to work but every touch left a lingering feeling and now the nerves were getting to you.

“hey y/n, nervous?,” he walks in the set, dimples on display.

“a little bit,” you confess, “but i trust you.”

he responds with a soft smile, giving you a small nod, “let’s do our best today.”

today was the scene — the scene where your characters come together for the first time, finally letting go of all the built up tension between them. a white button up polo and a black tight skirt hugs your body meanwhile jaehyun was dressed in a black suit. the office set ready to go.

setting - office. everyone else has gone home leaving your two characters, alone, in the night.

3, 2, 1, lights, camera…ACTION!

you walk over to jaehyun’s character sitting on his computer chair, lazily leaned back, legs wide open, his back to his desk. he watches you intently with a dark gaze in his eyes as you inch closer and closer to his face, teasing him.

“kiss me,” jaehyun says, sticking to the script.

“if i kiss you, i win,” you taunt, character teasing his.

“you win,” he agrees, whispering against your lips, earning a smirk of victory from you.

finally, you connect the space in between you, lips landing on his, before quickly pulling away. soft gazes interlocked, dramatic pause. jaehyun’s hand gently makes its way to the back of your head, pulling you in again as he takes the lead, deepening the kiss.

just as practiced, his hands go to your hips, pulling you down on to him as you rested your knees on his sides, capturing him in between your thighs, fitting in the small office chair. the make out session grows heavier and heavier, tongues battling — combination of spearmint and cherry chapstick making you addicted.

he slowly starts unbuttoning your top, lacy black bra coming into view, as his lips connected with your collarbones, gently sucking. “you don’t know how long i've been wanting to do this,” he says, the line coming out perfectly as he completely discards your shirt, leaving kisses on the top of your breasts.

your body responds to his actions, instinctively grinding down on him, clothed core coming into contact with his hard length, stomach tingling with arousal. jaehyun can’t help but release a strangled groan at your unexpected movement, the noise going straight to your head. this was not part of the script but he doesn’t break, he’ll play along with your improvisation. his large hands immediately go to your ass, cupping them with a light squeeze, cold fingertips making you whine against his ear, cock twitching in response.

as scripted, he picks you up carefully, lips messily clashing back together, before turning around and placing you on the computer desk, his body tucked in between your hips. you briefly pull away as he yanks his black tie off of his neck, your hand quickly unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. your characters share a cheeky smile as you grab his trousers, pulling him towards you.

you unzip his pants, making it fall to the bottom of his legs, boxers soon to follow, leaving jaehyun standing there, naked, a piece of tiny cloth covering his large member, the camera angling right behind him now, a perfect shot of his ass into view, your legs wrapped around him, skirt hitched up.

and just like what you practiced, the choreography starts coming to life, jaehyun pulls down your panties, leaving you in the tiny cloth that covers your cunt before “thrusting” into you, his hands roughly grabbing your hips, as you release fake grunts and moans.

it was all an act, yet it was hard to ignore his rock hard boner and the cloth that was starting to stick to your cunt, pooling with your arousal, as you continued to dry hump your co-star.

“you. feel. so. good,” jaehyun grunts with each thrust. that was not a line in the script but at this point, who gives a fuck.

his lips were back on yours as you swallowed each other’s moans, sucking noises and teeth clashing accompanied with your heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard throughout the set, the crew watching attentively, focused on the intense scene.

the table below you starts squeaking from the movement, moans becoming more real with every second that passes.

you grab onto jaehyun’s shoulders pulling him even closer to you, body heat radiating onto you as his thrusts get messier and messier. deep grunts resonating in your ear as you feel your arousal stain the cloths in between you.

“f-fuck i’m gonna cum,” jaehyun grunts, his body shaking, his grip on your hips tightening and then you feel it…the wetness of his release sticking in between your thighs. he actually came.

jaehyun quickly pulls away, eyes in quiet shock at his own actions as you both try to calm your composure, breathing heavily, now very much aware of the crowd around you.

he tries moving away but you keep him in place, afraid that the crew behind him would see the mess he has left behind. your eyes subtly dart down to your discarded clothing, silently communicating with him.

“okay, CUT!,” the director yells, snapping you both into place as jaehyun quickly removes himself from your space, gently pulling your skirt back down as you swiftly cross your legs together.

he quickly pulls his pants back up, before facing the crew, hoping that no one could see the wet spot that has tainted his protection cloth and is now dripping down his leg. handing you back your shirt, you cover yourself up, standing next to him, thighs sticking together, awaiting further instructions.

“i yelled cut 10 minutes ago but you guys didn’t hear me,” the director chuckled as the both of you stood there, ears bright red, smiling sheepishly, “amazing job, that felt really real, we’ll use that one” she says, clapping. the entire crew cheering at the one shot one take – it was very real, but only you and jaehyun knew that.

“that’s a wrap for today,” she ends the scene as you and jaehyun walk off the set quietly, the sexual tension in the air lingering.

once you were out of earshot, jaehyun pulled you to the side, “sorry about that, i got too caught up i guess,” he apologizes, ears burning red, refusing to make eye contact.

“it's okay,” you reassured him, “i didn’t let you do anything that i didn’t want to do,” you quietly responded, your answer giving him back his confidence.

“oh, really?,” he teases, dimples coming out to play.

“really…i-i liked it,” you confess, making him grin even wider as he took a step towards you, figure completely towering over you, before whispering, “how about i return the favor in my dressing room and make you cum, pretty girl?,” your breath hitches in your throat, the stickiness in your thighs becoming very evident as the excitement bubbles through you again.

“would you like that, pretty?,” he whispers, landing a soft kiss on your neck. you grab on to his hand, leading him to the direction of his trailer, a deep chuckle coming from the boy next to you.

jaehyun immediately gets to work as soon as you were in the safety of his room, locking the door and pushing you up against the wall, lips quickly back in yours, “you taste so good, i fucking love kissing scenes with you,” he confesses, earning a whine of approval from you.

“jump,” he orders. you jump, wrapping your legs around his torso as he picks you up, placing you on his table, getting on his knees, face finding his spot in between your legs. he pushes your skirt back up and finally takes off the barrier, the cold air hitting your pussy before his tongue swipes through your folds, making you sigh in pleasure.

“so fucking wet,” he moans against your pussy, “is this all for me, pretty?,” he teases, lapping up your juices.

“a-all for you, jaehyun,” you whine, hips desperately arching up to meet his lips. he furiously licks your folds, moving his face up and down, sharp nose rubbing on your clit.

“just like that jaehyun, please don't stop,” you cry out in a whine, the pleasure building in your stomach, hands harshly gripping his hair making him moan, the vibration sending tingles all throughout your body.

he continues licking up and down your folds, tongue going in and out of your hole, swirling and sucking around your sensitive bud again and again.

the lewd noises turns him on, his own hand immediately going straight to his hard cock, pumping himself to your whiny moans that were filling up the room.

your breathing becomes heavier and heavier, messily thrusting your hips up to his face, desperate for release as he pumps his cock faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue against your pussy.

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming,” you repeat like it was a mantra, eyes closing, head falling back against his dressing mirror. jaehyun quickened the pace on his dick, pumping harshly, wanting to come with you. your body goes slack as your release takes over, body shaking with pleasure.

jaehyun’s free hand goes straight to your thigh keeping you open for him as he continues to collect your juices, making sure he cleans up every drop. your pussy stifling his groans as he cums in his pants once again.

you push him away, the overstimulation getting to you and he makes his way back to your lips, kissing you slowly. you taste yourself on his tongue. his fingers filled with his juices come in contact with your lips and you don’t waste a second licking it off of him, gently sucking on his fingertips.

“all that, and you haven’t even touched me yet, god, you drive me crazy, pretty girl” he confesses, kissing you once again, carefully pulling your skirt back down to cover you.

“i want to touch you,” you plead, pulling his trousers towards you again, just like the scene but he steps away before you can pull it off him, clicking his tongue, head shaking no.

“how about you let me take you out on a real date first, pretty girl?,” he asks, a playful smirk on his lips and your heart swoons, a soft smile growing on your features.

he was a gentleman after all and you weren’t the only one crushin’ on him.

“i would love that,” you agree, pulling him towards you for another kiss.

an: happy bday to my valentine boy, the man of the hour, jung jaehyun! <3 pls come home the kids miss you + a happy happy valentine’s day to all you freaky freaky people <333 (p.s. if anyone saw my post, i was originally supposed to post his part of the sour series but idk every time i open that file my mind shuts down and i get slapped with writers block and can’t write anything so you got this instead zzz this one’s sexier anyways lol)