#i feel like i drew this forever ago but it was probably some months after it launched

[duviten]

old elden ring doodles

[novalpha]

𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑠

♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Buy A Boyfriend ♡★⌗ -> @sluttywoozi Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Summary: Being a professional boyfriend on SVTHub is great - all Vernon has to do is respond to a few texts, send out a couple selfies, do a stream every now and then, and he makes enough to cover tuition. Things get a little tricky when he finds himself wishing he actually was your boyfriend.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ By hook or by cross ♡୨୧★ -> @kabira

summary — so you punched a guy, and now he wants you to teach him how to fight, because clearly, you know how to do it better. well, fine, you say. as long as he keeps his distance. (spoiler alert: he doesn’t.)

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ divorce child ♡★ -> @lovelyhan

summary: you like to think that your most recent breakup with vernon ended on relatively good terms. there’s only one issue left to sort out: who’s getting custody of the cat you got together?

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Cold hands, Warm hearts ♡ -> @duhnova

synopsis: this holiday season, your daughter decided the best present she could give to you was a new boyfriend, which is why she and her best friend yujin have taken it upon themselves to play matchmaker. their candidate? yujin’s father.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Operation : Hot girl summer ♡✹★ -> @shuaflix

SUMMARY ▸ the summer you started putting more effort into your appearance also happens to be the summer where vernon chwe's piercing gaze leaves you feeling like you're floating high up in the clouds.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Not a virgin ♡✹★ -> @ncteez

Vernon, a friend of your friend spills his spicy sex life and accidentally reveals to an entire group of near-strangers (including you) that he’s had sex one and a half times and that it was sick.

or the one where despite vernon not being a virgin, he is somehow more of a virgin than an actual virgin. 

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ High and fucked ★ -> @rubyreduji

summary: hansol is nothing to you but your ex-boyfriend's roommate, but you still find yourself alone with him while you get high together

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Risk it all ★ -> @sluttywoozi

Summary: Vernon's got a crush on his tutor, and everything gets harder when you start wearing thigh high socks. Everything.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ The soulmate service ♡✹୨୧ -> @dkfile

the soulmate service has one purpose: to help those who drew the short end of the stick and ended up without a person to live their forever with. after the heart wrenching realization that the boy you’ve loved since you were thirteen isn’t the one meant for you, you put your love life in the hands of vernon chwe — which, now that you think about it, is probably a very bad idea.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Work husband ♡✹ -> @wondernus

synopsis: falling for the young and flirty high school history teacher is inevitable especially when he pays for your groceries and calls himself your work husband

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Trillium ♡★ -> @beahae

Summary: Vernon is flying in to see his girlfriend. Oh shit, that’s… you. Being away from him for the past few months ago makes it hard for it to feel real, especially after two years of what you both convinced yourselves was a purely platonic friendship. Now that he’s here in the flesh, you are determined to make it feel real. And very non-platonic.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Say you love me (i love you) ♡✹ -> @viastro

synopsis: three heavy words. you’re so used to saying this to the one person that’s always been by your side, because you know that he’s your other half; platonically. these words have always held some sort of meaning whenever you say it to vernon, in hopes that maybe one day he’ll say it back to you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Distraction ♡✹★ -> @minghaoyoudoin

summary: typically, when a person’s house smells like fire, you call the fire department. when your house smells like fire, you know it’s because Vernon is cooking.

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[creatchie8]

Yellow Soul: Chapter Six

Dandelion

Chapter Summary: Six years pass and you find yourself back in Wabang.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI (not really a warning but the reader does have a sister and I decided to name her, I just looked up what was the most popular name in 1998 Wyoming and chose that one lol)

Word Count: 2,700ish

A/N: Yikes!! I'm back and with so much inspiration you guys. Please excuse this chapter, it is honestly not that great but when I was editing it I just didn't know how to fix it. I hope you love it anyway!

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Fall 2022

You hated lines. You hated them more than anything. The thought of having to wait still with people in the front and back of you? Hell no. But here you are, waiting in line with your baby sister (you really shouldn't say baby, she’s twenty-four now), Madison and about four of her friends to purchase tickets for the Amelia County Fair. She used the excuse that she hadn't seen you in forever to convince you to go, even though you had work early tomorrow. 

Two months ago you came back, for good… probably. 

After you finished your Masters in Social Work a job opened up in Denver, Colorado. Well paying and far away from Wabang, just what you wanted. You had spent six whole years there making new friends, had a few boyfriends, and even your own apartment. 

Madison’s grip tightened on your elbow as the line moved up a foot or two, dragging you on like you were the little sister. 

Six years was long enough to make you forget about Perry and the Abbotts. It rarely entered your mind, you were twenty-nine now so there was no use freaking out over something that happened when you were twenty-three. Your parents were wildly understanding when you told them you broke up with Perry, but that’s probably because you didn't tell them any more of the story. 

Your dad never mentioned anything about the ring, even though you know Perry asked him for his permission. He never told your mom either, or else you knew she would surely be devastated. 

You were happy for Perry, you really were. Your mom told you he got married and had a baby some time after you left, a little girl named Amy. You sometimes saw Cecilia’s posts on Facebook, she was a cute little girl and probably everything Perry would have ever wanted. Every other post was of Amy at a 4H meeting or something she drew that got hung up on the fridge, always with his pretty wife too. 

You had to wonder if she really was happy in that tiny house, your ma says she isn't, always hearing about how her and Perry fight like dogs about it. Cecilia’s words, not hers, she always clarifies. 

As for Rhett, you certainly saw him less frequently. Sure, he was in some of Cecilia’s Facebook posts, but he hardly ever posted on his socials (like he ever did in the first place). To be honest, you unfollowed the whole family on all social media. 

The only time you would look was when you were definitely under the influence and  super, super bored. 

Sometimes your job didn't allow you to go home on holidays, but you tried the best you could on all major ones. 

The last time you saw him was four years ago at your family’s Fourth of July BBQ. Rhett was of course handsome, how could he ever not be? In a plain cornflower blue t-shirt and jeans, he looked almost monochromatic. You two kept your distance in the short time he was there, Cecilia probably dragged him along probably with the promise to Perry that she wouldn't stay there for too long as your mom and her were still best friends.

It is beyond ridiculous looking back from where you are now in life but you didn't know if you should be embarrassed or incredibly turned on when you went back inside for a lighter and found Rhett sitting on the same couch he fucked you in front of. Just chilling with one of your uncles (which then wiped away all forms of desire and just left you with this icky feeling in your chest that you defiled your family’s home). 

Finally, you were at the front of the line. The woman taking your cash had a tired expression on her face, counting the bills quickly before asking your group, “Only two dollars more for tickets that include the rodeo. Wanna upgrade?” 

You internally groaned as your sister and her friends immediately started bickering, trying to decide if that two dollars extra would be worth it. Looking up at the sky, it started to gradually turn into a pretty deep orange in the horizon. Hugging your denim jacket closer, you were thankful you brought it. It was nice to finally be back in your usual garb, rather than your business casual all day every day. 

“I think we should!” A voice rose above the rest. You looked down from the sky and your eyes landed on Maria, a girl your sister admittedly wasn't too close with, but someone she considered a friend anyways. 

Maria turned towards the woman, her shiny dark hair whipping around her shoulders as she confirmed the ‘upgrade’ in tickets. Reaching into your pocket you reluctantly pulled out your wallet and plucked two bills out, handing them to Madison who coupled them with hers, handing it into the woman. You watched as she flipped half-heartedly through the paper and turned around in her little booth, grabbing an ink pad and stamp. 

Maria was the first one to go, eagerly pushing her fist under the glass cut out and the rest of your group followed through, you being the last one. A soft, “Thank you.” Left your lips as you smiled at the woman who kept her head down through the whole interaction. 

When you finally caught up with your sister you grabbed her elbow as she did yours, leaning into her ear as you two walked, “Why is Maria so eager to watch?” You murmured softly as to not catch the attention of the other girls.

“I dunno, probably some guy she likes is riding tonight. She chose the day we were coming here too.” Madison whispered back and you rolled your eyes. So Maria is the one to blame for your sister politely demanding you go this day rather than another day that worked better for you.

With the group you walked around till sundown, stuffed full with fry bread and ice cream. A few times Madison bought something and begged you to try it. Fried oreos, loaded fries, pleading with you as she tried her hardest to offer you a fried pickle spear that you were insistent on declining on account of all the other fried foods you ate earlier. 

-

You didn’t get a sip of water till you sat down in the stadium seats, twisting off the top of your plastic bottle you basically downed the whole thing in one sitting. 

Mutton busting was always a fan favorite, sweet little kids with ridiculous names like Gunnar and Zadie holding on for dear life as their crisp white sheep zips through the arena. The family of one of the kids sat right behind your group, hooting and hollering as their little TrudyMae was one of the last girls still holding on. 

“Wanna go to the concession stand?” Your sister’s unexpected whisper startled you, whipping your head around to playfully glare at her.

“Yeah of course I do.” You smacked her shoulder and got up, swinging your leg over the empty seats in front of you. 

Down at the concession stand, you both got a cup of cheap beer.

“Why does this literally taste like ass?” Madison exclaimed as you started walking away from the booth, her face wrinkled up as she leaned over to steal a sip yours, disappointed to see that it tasted the exact same. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at the lonely ice cube swimming in the yellow liquid, it indeed tasted horrible. 

“I dunno, makes me wonder why everyone gets it.” You laugh, looking around at all the people around you also holding the clear solo cups. 

When you made it back to the stairs, a handsome man was standing at the top. He smiled at you under a thick mustache, stepping to the side as you climbed the stairs. You smiled sheepishly back, heat reaching your cheeks as he tipped his head towards you, the brim of his cowboy hat covering his eyes. 

“Howdy.” He drawled, the gold chain under his button up glinting in the stadium lights.

“Hey.” You replied, almost tripping over your boots as you passed him. 

When you were a safe enough distance away, your sister squealed like a toddler, grabbing your shoulder and shaking, “Oh my god did you see that? He was so cute! And he was looking directly at you.” She gushed, and you did admit the interaction did make you lighter on your feet. 

Your beer sloshed as you grabbed on to the railing to steady yourself. 

Opening your mouth in an attempt to say something witty, you glance up into the stands and your blood goes cold. Perry and his parents were sitting almost all the way at the top, a little blonde girl was sitting next to him, swinging her legs and playing on someone’s phone. 

“Why are the Abbotts here?” 

Madison stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow at you, “Girl, what?” 

“Don’t ‘girl what’ me. I’m just… I don't know, I didn’t expect them to be here.” You mutter frantically as you desperately try to get her to start walking again, the two of you stopped almost directly in front of their section. 

She started moving again, pursing her lips, “I thought you were over Perry. You know he has a kid-” 

“I am! You know I am. Let’s just drop it, Madison.” You cut her off before she could say anything else, closing in on your section. 

Bull riding had already begun, the rodeo clown was running around and clinging onto fences as the bull charged him, the crowd around you laughing hysterically at his ridiculous outfit and his attempts to distract the animal from hurting the rider that got flung to the ground. 

You sipped on your warm beer as you watched man after man, not paying attention to the scores or really what the announcer was saying. You glanced over a few times to look at the Abbotts, thankfully a group was always standing in front of them, prohibiting you from seeing them, so you stopped. 

“Alright Amelia County, let’s hear it for our local boy, Rhett Abbott.” 

Immediately, your ears perked up at the sound of the announcer, promptly abandoning the hangnail you were chewing on in favor of scanning the back fencing to find Rhett. 

“He’s gonna be ridin’ Twister, one of the more ranked bulls you're gonna see here tonight.” 

The MC’s voice was almost drowned out by all the excitement going on around you, seemingly everyone there for Rhett. As the guys in front of you stood up to watch, so did you, rapidly jumping to your feet to see over them. You did a double take to the side, Maria standing the same time you did, her hands coming to her mouth to project her voice. 

Rhett was locked in the chute straddling a massive gray bull, you could barely make out his facial expression with how far away you were. Before he could even wrap the rope around his hand, Twister was already getting anxious and ramming his spotted flank against the metal of the pen. 

In the time that it took you to blink, he was out. Truly, it felt like the longest six seconds of your life. Rhett barely made it out of the chute, Twister bucking and flinging his body every which way. 

A gasp left your body when Rhett’s body hit the ground, everyone around you groaning in defeat. Your eyes flicked to the scoreboard and you sat when you saw the results. 

“Damn, was hopin’ for a better ride from him.” Muttered Madison, crossing her jean clad legs.

“Bummer.” Chirped her friend on her other side, nodding in agreement. Leaning forward a bit you wondered what Maria would say, waiting for her exclamation. She just looked disappointed, pulling out her phone. 

-

It was time to go home, but you strayed from the group. When you got down from the stands, Madison eagerly pointed you in the direction of the mustached man you encountered earlier, giddy when you finally gave in and said you would try to go find him. 

Making your way through the hoards of people, you headed over to behind the arena where the contestants park their trailers. You really weren't allowed in this part of the grounds, but as long as you looked confident, no one would question you. You were certainly dressed the part of a bull rider's girlfriend anyways. 

A white straw hat was what you were searching for, which would be pretty uncommon since the weather was getting colder. He was pretty tall too, which made it even easier to spot him when you did, making you instantly smile and start speed walking towards him. 

The mysterious man had his back to you, chatting with others who you could only assume to be his friends. 

In your hurry to get to him you accidentally clash shoulders with a random man headed opposite of you. In any other circumstance you would stop and apologize profusely, but you were on a mission. 

Turning your body halfway, you start side stepping, “Oh my- I’m so sorry, sorry mister!” 

You cringed as he gave you a dirty look and waved you off, making you press your teeth together tightly as you turned. 

A tuft of weeds in the otherwise smooth dirt path gets under your feet, making you stumble and trip on your own shoes. To make it even worse, you are suddenly met with someone’s chest. You start falling backwards, your arms go up instinctively but whoever you just ran into grabs your forearms right before you fall back on your ass. 

“Thank you, god I am so, so sorry sir. I-” You begin to ramble trying to regain your balance. You try to pull your arms back but are met with resistance, looking up in confusion why this man won't let you go. 

It’s like in the movies, the whole world goes quiet around you two.

“You're back.” Rhett states, looking down at you. His cheek was already showing signs of bruising and his eye was bloodshot, probably from the face-first fall he took in the arena. 

Nodding, your heart quickened at the realization of your closeness. 

If he wasn't all muscle then, he sure was now. Rhett was still sporting the longer hair, darker in color but still long enough to curl behind his ears like it did six years ago. He wasn't clean shaven anymore either, the lightest bit of stubble dusting his jaw that you now notice was also bruised up. 

“I am.” You confirm, voice trembling the tiniest bit, “Two months ago. I live in Lander.” Long gone was the thought of the other man you were searching for. Rhett’s gorgeous blue eyes searched yours, he had light wrinkles around them and between his eyebrows. 

“Why?” Rhett asks like it has a simple answer. He asks it like he’s talking about the weather or how birds know to chirp. 

He’s still holding your arms hostage, but when you glance down from his face you find your own hands fisting the thick leather vest he has on. 

Looking up, you tilt your head the tiniest bit. His breath fanning out on your face in soft puffs. He smells like sweat, beer, and dirt. It envelops you like warmth on a summer day. 

“My dad is uh… he’s sick. So I’m helpin’ my momma take care of him.” It was a lot more complicated than that. 

“‘m sorry, I had no idea-”

“It’s okay, how could you know?” Your thumbs rubbed over the leather, the frayed stitching fibers moving up and down with each stroke.

Rhett looked up from your face and at the dying crowd around you, looking like he was searching for something. Turning your face in the direction he was staring, you saw nothing and went back to him. 

Every unresolved repressed feeling you had within the last six years pushed its way into your throat, suffocating you completely. 

Letting go of his vest, you pulled against his hands, “I gotta go, Madison’s waiting for me.” You whispered, Rhett’s eyes snapping back to yours.

“Just, just stay a little longer-” Rhett starts, furrowing his brow. You shake your head and he finally releases you reluctantly, his palms sliding from your wrists to your hands, letting go finally as his fingertips brush yours. 

That was the second time you ran away from Rhett Abbott. 

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[thelefty23]

A colleague's revenge (F/F)

Hi all, this is a story I wrote a long time ago as a request. It's the only one of the dozen or so I've written that I've shared, and is probably the tamest of all of them. Depending on how much I freak out having posted it, I might post some of the others.

A warning: this story does involve someone being made to sneeze via a hidden allergen. I have marked where that starts in the story; so if you don't like/are offended by that, please bail out of reading at that point.

Thank you for reading it. Feedback very much welcomed, and if there's follow up ideas you'd like to see me play with, drop me a DM.

Let's get to it...

Monday morning: the day Jo had been waiting seemingly forever for. It had been 6 months since she had taken on her new finance role, but to Jo, it felt far longer. 6 long months to correct the wrongs of her predecessor and put up with the "morons" as she called them. The brunette paced around her bedroom, stretching as she did so. Today was the day.

Today she was to meet the board of directors, presenting her findings about the team. “Incompetent to a man” she mused to nobody in particular.

Her thought was interrupted as she raised an eyebrow slightly feeling her throat scratching as she swallowed, and her nose twitching slightly. To her immediate horror she realised that she must have left a window open the night before, and rushed to close it- she couldn't afford for her allergies to bad today. She drew her blinds to be confronted by what most people would have called another beautiful spring day, but then again most people didn't have Jo's allergies.

Her head jolted back as the tickling in her nose intensified, as each individual grain of pollen seemed to delight in tormenting her. Her ice-blue eyes began to close as her sizable chest heaved “iieeehhh” her eyes re-opened slightly in quizzical fashion, wondering if her sneeze would come, with the feeling of a million tiny grains terrorising her nose “”IIIEEEHHH” she gasped as one hand groped trying to close the window whilst the other searched for one of the tissue boxes she had left on her bedside table. Thankful for her tall, slender frame she got a hold off both at once, and not a moment soon, as her nose finally gave in to the incessant tickling “IIIIEEEEESSSSSHHH” she yelled her first ferocious sneeze, partially spraying the now closed window. Her throat immediately sore, she dived back towards her bed, snatching another handful of tissues from the box en route and continued to try to expel the pollen from her increasingly reddening nose. “iiieeesssshh, iieeesssshhheewww, iiieesssssshhhewww” she was now facing down towards her pillows, with her wad of tissues catching her seemingly relentless sneezes. Her eyes began to tear slightly as she threw her long hair back taking a sharp intake of breath which felt mostly like inhaling fine feathers for the amount it tickled her nose “”ooohhh goooiiiiieeeesshhhh, iiiieeessshhh, iieeeeeessshhhh, iiiiieeesshhhh, iiieeeshhhhh, iiiieeessshhhhhh, ccaanniiieeeshhhh ssttotoiiiieeessshhhh iiiieeessssshhhh, iiiiesssshhhh”

Finally, her sneezes subsided, her throat raw and her slim nose red, and she headed to the bathroom with yet more tissues in hand just in case. Staring at her reddened eyes in the mirror she righted herself, let a further harsh “IIIEEESSSSHH” escape into her tissues and began to get ready for her big day.

Returning to her room after her shower, her eyes still bloodshot, and her throat still sore, Jo picked out her favourite black skirt and suit combination and prepared to head to the office. Grabbing a few tissues as she headed for the door, she pressed them to her nose as she made a dash for her car. She fumbled her key as her nose began tickling ever so slightly. Jo was becoming increasingly frantic; trying to get in the car before the pollen overtook her- she certainly didn’t want to start another of her epic sneezing fits in her work clothes. “oh no” she uttered to herself as her keys fell to the ground. At that moment her eyes began tearing once more, as she noticed the morning breeze had not only taken plenty of pollen into the air, but seemingly coated her car and parking space. Realising she was now breathing heavier through her panic, acceptance of her fate dawned upon her. “ooooh haaavv ttoooo ssnneeeeezzeeee” she gasped as her breath hitched wildly, filling her already troubled nose with yet more pollen, she tried rubbing it to relieve the incessant tickling, but it was to no avail as her notoriously long build-ups continued “iieeeeehhhhhhh hiiii hiiii hhhiiiiiiieeeessssssshhh, hiiiesssssshhh iiiissshhhewwww iiiissshhhewww iiiissssheeeww nooiiissssshhheewwww oh iiisssshhheewww iiiiisssssheeeew” Her tissues now increasingly useless, she dropped them to the floor, rummaging in her bag for ones she knew she put in their the night before, sneezing all the while, “iiiissshhhewwww iiisssshhheww iiisshhhewwwww” she sprayed left and right, finally grasping the tissues to catch the final volley “iiisssshhhewwwww iiiisssshhheww HHHIIIISSSSHHHHEWWWW” she yelled the final sneeze, as her blurry and reddened eyes finally reopened, as she clenched her keys defiantly, angered by her loss of control. She entered the car, got a glimpse of herself in the mirror, which only served to make her angrier, she took a breath to chastise herself, but immediately realised her mistake as her nose reacted fiercely “ihhhssshhhewwww iiiiihhhssshhhewww iiiihhhshhhewww iiiiiiihhh?” The last sneeze hung in the air as Jo, with head titled back, pleaded silently for release “iiiiiihhhhhsssshhhhhewwwww” she left her head buried in her tissues for a few moments, hoping that her latest allergy attack was over.

Thankful that she prided herself on being the first to the office, and for the additional time that gave her for incidents such as these, she began the short drive to work, having placed a further wad of tissues in her lap for the inevitable sneezes that would accompany her en route. Sure enough, the first set of traffic lights she came to, the constant tickling her nose was enduring scaled higher and her build ups began, much to Jo’s dismay “ooohhh nnnoooott aaaggaaaaiiiiiiiihhhh iiiihhhsssshhhhhewwww, iihhhssshhhhewwwww ihhsshhhhhewwww iiiihhhhsshhhhheeeewww iiihhhsssshhhewwww” as her right hand held the tissues to her face, her left plucked more from seat beside her, as she moved beyond the lights, head bobbing as she continued her fit.

Pulling into her car parking space, Jo steeled herself. "I'm done with allergies." She told herself. Pressing the last of her tissues across her aching nose, she quickly made her way into the relatively safety of her air-conditioned office, thankful for the closed windows. Finally now she could prepare herself for her big meeting, and forget about her ridiculous allergies.

Reviewing her team’s latest efforts only served to further Jo’s dislike of her team, they just didn’t seem to get what she was saying. “Out with the old and in with the new” she once again muttered into the silence surrounding her. She got up and began pacing around her luxurious office, perfecting her already seamless presentation. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the first few people entering the office, with Katy, one of her team, amongst them. The fiery redhead strode into the office, grinning from ear to ear.

“Finally” Jo proclaimed, and marched towards Katy, ready to confront her about the apparent substandard quality of her work. As she approached however, Jo felt her nose twitch and her breath began hitching. Pausing slightly, Jo rubbed her nose furiously as she attempted to relieve the tickle. “Cow” she thought to herself, “she’s deliberately wearing the perfume I’m allergic to” – there was never any need of proof to Jo in this mood.

(Being made to sneeze via a hidden allergen beyond this point).

“Katy, what have I told you about presenting figures which are simply guesswork? Iiiihhhh I caaahh caant keehhheep doing thhhiiiiiiiis” Jo just about managed to get out, but the need to sneeze was rapidly overtaking her, which clearly wasn’t lost on Katy.

Katy had just about had enough of her snooty boss, for whom nothing was apparently ever good enough. Katy quite enjoyed her boss’ weakness, and was keen to exploit it as much as possible. Knowing how strongly Jo reacted to her perfume the last time she wore it, she decided it was time to give it another outing particularly after yesterday’s fierce encounter.

“Can’t keep doing what, Jo? Sneezing madly, or being irrational? Either way is fine by me” smirked Katy, impressed with her wit at this time in the morning.

“Oh go to heeeeeeiiissshhheeewww hell you meeeeeeessshhhhewwww messy cow” sniped Jo between sneezes.

“Ha, you calling me messy, now that’s irony for you” laughed Katy, very much enjoying her boss’ plight.

Jo wanted to fight back but was incapacitated but the allergic reaction bought on by Katy’s perfume. Her eyes were stinging and her nose overflowing, so she beat a hasty retreat back to the relative sanctity of her office, sneezing all the while. She slumped into her chair, plucked a handful of tissues from her desk and unloaded a barrage of sneezes, desperately trying to rid her nose of the latest allergen to attack her. “Ohhhhh no noooooot aagggiiiiisssshhhewwww iiisshhhewww iissssshhheewww issshhhewww, iiiisssshhhheeewwwww caannttiisssshhhewwww sttoooooiissshhhhewww sneeiiiiiisssshhheeewwww sneeziiiissshhhewwww” Her beautiful brown her flew with each sneeze that ripped through her body. Her sneezes finally subsided, as she removed her face from her crumpled tissues. Further increasing her ire the first thing Jo saw as she looked her was Katy’s smug, smiling face: she was sure she’d worn that scent deliberately.

Katy was so pleased with how her morning had gone so far, her perfume had the desired effect, and now it was time for stage 2 of her plan. Heading back down to her car, she grabbed the bouquet of lilies which Jo had reacted to strongly when one of the girls received them as an anniversary present. Her plan was simple, make Jo lose control during her big presentation, and maybe teach her a little humility. Hiding the flowers behind her back, she moved quickly back into the office, and into the secluded meeting room at the end of the corridor.

Entering quietly so as not to arouse suspicion, she shook the flowers around the room, trying to spread the pollen as widely as possible. Noticing that Jo had obviously beaten her to it and attempted to prepare as thoroughly as she could for the meeting by placing a fresh box of tissues at the head of the table, Katy decided to get even more devious. Taking a couple of the flower heads, she scraped as much of the orange pollen as she could and spread it between the first few tissues. “That ought to really set her off” She left the remainder of the flowers in the bin in the room, closed the door behind her and headed back to her desk, exchanging a few high-fives with team mates who were in on the plan and sat, anxious to see and her the results and impact on her uppity boss.

Jo meanwhile was blissfully unaware of all that was transpiring against her, as she went about regaining her composure, brushing herself down, picking up her notes and making her way down to the meeting room. Greeted by the three person board, she sat down, took a final calming breath and was about to begin her presentation. She instantly recognised the scent of the lilies, but steeled herself, determined that she wouldn’t lose it in this critical moment. “Ladies and gentlemen of the board, firstly let me thank you for appointing me into this position, and for giving me the opportunity to meet with you today” Her throat was beginning to scratch, so she took a moment to grab some water. Her heart was pounding heavily now, forcing her to breathe more heavily, inadvertently taking more irritating pollen into her increasingly tickling nose.

“My fiiiiihhhhh” Jo’s eyes squinted as her head titled back. She pinched her nose, shook her head and tried to press on “Sorry, my findings are siiiiihhhiiii” Her eyes were becoming increasingly bloodshot as they reacted strongly to the pollen floating all around her. “Sooooissshhhheww, iiissshhhewwww, iiisssshhhewwwww” she unleashed her first few sneezes, drawing looks of concern from the board who sat across from her, one of whom kindly pushed the box of tissues nearer Jo’s reach.

She virtually dived straight for them, pulling one out and burying her nose into it to catch her next volley “hhiiiissshhhewww iisshhhewww iissssheewww IIIIISSSHHHEWWW” this louder sneeze made the board recoil in surprise, but Jo wasn’t to notice as her sore eyes were kept shut as she waited to see if she was done for the moment.

Content that she was, Jo made the mistake Katy, who was now avidly listening just outside having heard the first of Jo’s sneezes, was hoping and praying for- she took a breath with the tissue still pressed to her nose. “Oh goooooood it’s cooooaaassshhhhew coaashsheww iiin iiiisssshhewww ppooliissshh poooisshhew, pollen” By this point Jo had discarded that tissue and grabbed a couple more from the box, sneezing relentlessly into them. The board were talking amongst themselves, trying to decide whether to watch the poor girl sneeze and sneeze, or whether to simply end the discussion there and then. “Look, Jo” began Amber, the Managing Director, and Jo’s direct superior, “Now clearly isn’t a good time, perhaps we’ll reschedule for a more suitable opportunity to discuss this”

The words seemed to scare of Jo’s sneezes temporarily, as she pleaded “Miss Dempsy please, I’b fibe, jusd a few sneezes, plead let me condinue” Her stuffed up voice was desperate at this point, and her reddened eyes were streaming almost as badly as her nose.

“As I was saying” Jo began, gulping back a sneeze in the process “My sneezes” Jo shook her head in horror, her allergies had gotten to her “excuse me, my findings are simple, the teeehhhh team I inherriiiiited are, oh I haaaavve to sneeeeezze aaggaaaiiiishhew iiiisshhhew” she snatched more tissues from the box on the table and continued her fit “I’iiisshhhhheww so iiissssshhhewwww sorriiiissshhhhewww, my alleeiiisshhheww, iiisssshhewww, iiishewww, caaniisshhewww sttoopiisshhew, issshhhewww, sneeiiisssshhewww.” Jo sneezed and sneezed, and the MD signalled she had seen enough and left, closely followed by her two associates, passing Katy in the corridor.

Katy was suddenly struck by a new feeling: pity. She really had only wanted Jo to be a bit nicer to her, not to cause her the allergic fit that she was now suffering. She entered the room taking the seat next to Jo, and putting her arm around, whispered softly into her ear “Hey, let me help you” Her response was fairly predictable: a barrage of sneezes “Thhaiiissshhewww, thhankiissshhheww yoiissshhhheww, iisshheww” Katy grabbed a wad of tissues, and blew Jo’s nose before helping her back to her office, where she witnessed yet more of Jo’s amazing sneezes

[happylandfill23]

ember gimme 15 fun facts abt ur ocs (request for rant)

YIPPEE ok......making a list cuz i like making lists (and it's easier to keep track of my number of facts)

under the cut because dear god there's so many words

ace has this odd habit where whenever they're leaving people they dislike they. chop off her hair in the bathroom and leave the hair and never come back. ok so for context ace is a big fan of the "if it sucks hit the bricks" mentality BUT they tend to have a huge breakdown before hitting Said Bricks. in the process of the huge breakdown, she usually finds her way to the bathroom with a pair of craft scissors or a hair trimmer and just. goes at it. and leaves all the little hairs all over and disappears forever. some examples are leaving home after graduation or the infamous last bluff concert

pixie and ace met in high school! ace had some other friends then (like matt, ex-drummer of bluff, who now fronts a band called plastic woman!!), but pixie had a bit of a hard time adjusting. they met because they were both involved in theater at the time and they became SUPER close. pixie was a grade level below ace, so they lost touch when ace graduated, but they met again when pixie found herself at a giveafux gig (ace's other band before cyberdevils - shags was there too!) after breaking up with her shitty boyfriend (the guy who was mentioned in that one really sad comic i made a while ago with pixie on the phone with her mom)

pixie's middle name is martina, which is also the name of her grandmother on her mom's side! and her dad was named after his father (julian pereira. that makes pixie's dad a junior)

shags' real name is sophie triggs. shags was a nickname given to her by an old friend (more on said friend later)

ace cuts pixie's hair :)

ace and shags met at a club. i think about this a lot and i am going to expand on it one day but let me tell you i think about it a lot. before they met shags had moved to america to go to hollywood and try to become a movie star. she failed and started spending a LOT of time at bars and clubs and in other people's rooms. it made her feel like shit but she convinced herself she'd never be anything. and ace on the other hand had only just moved out of her aunts' house after staying there for a few months following the big public breakdown/bluff breakup. they hadn't really been out much and were trying to start a new chapter and all that. then the two met

all three of the band members are very much queer hehe

shags had a classic case of adolescent codependent homoerotic situationship. it was with a girl named cassie and the two were inseparable. they both had shitty parents, so they relied on each other a lot and spent a lot of time sneaking out late at night to go smoke in the park on rooftops. cassie died when she and shags were both fourteen and shags wasn't and never will be more devastated by probably anything else. on a lighter note cassie gave shags her nickname when they were looking through a book about birds and couldn't stop laughing at the shag. the nickname stuck among everyone as shags started sleeping around with people a lot once cassie died

since we're discussing names a whole lot - pixie's younger brother cosmo chose his name because he's always been super obsessed with space :)

ace will occasionally refer to shags as shagatha

pixie loves getting acrylic nails and shags does it fairly often too. however they both always seem to have two missing. hmmmm. (for different reasons)

ace taught pixie to play guitar!! :)

shags canonically sounds like murdoc niccals. and pixie sounds a bit like poppy and i have no idea whose voice ace's is similar to

when i first drew them pixie and shags were girlfriends. but i hadn't given them any background or anything yet and when i decided to add ace into the mix (since they were a slightly older character who looked like she could be friends with pixie + shags) and i decided on the three being a band and fleshing them out more i decided no. however ace and shags did date and idk about you but i think ace n pixie might have a lil something going on hmmm (i say this like they aren't MY ocs. shush)

last fact! uhh the band's living situation is very complicated. do they live together in a big house? do two share an apartment while the other lives separately? do they all have their own apartments? who's to say. certainly not me i didn't make these guys up i don't know what you're talking about

[carpisuns]

I just wanna say I have an old post of yours saved in my drafts, about being a beginner artist…. I look at it sometimes to give me perspective and reassurance. Thank you. It has inspired me to continue my hobby/passion even if I don’t get many notes rn. I improve and I see it! Thats all that matters. Thank you. I hope I can be that for someone someday.

oh wow 😭 this just warmed my heart—thank you for sharing with me. i don't know what post you're talking about specifically, but i'm so glad that something i said could give you a little extra boost sometimes<3

it's both cool and sort of embarrassing that this blog is a record of my entire art journey. i didn't start learning how to draw until i got into ML and joined tumblr again about 3.5 years ago, so it has my very earliest art as well as my most recent. the other day my sister and i went through my art tag and i was literally crying with laughter at some of those pieces alskjdf (particularly this one). they're sooo bad but they were my best work at the time! as much as i cringe to look at them now, it's nice to remember how far I've come. There are still so many things I struggle with and things i disappoint myself about, but that's normal because I am still growing. no one stops growing. the artists you look up to the most, whose work seems absolutely flawless to you, are still growing.

and YOU are growing too! whether you feel like you are or not. sometimes it takes looking back to realize it. i'm really glad you can see your improvement! honestly, that's a skill too! having a healthy mindset about your own development can take a lot of internal work so I'm really proud of you for that.

(i got very rambly so cut for the rest lol)

and honestly sometimes the improvement isn't even about what the art looks like—it can just be about how you feel about making it. I think one of my biggest improvements in the last year was getting comfortable with drawing and sharing things that are Bad and Ugly! for example:

the first one i drew 3 years ago, just a few months into learning how to draw. the second one i drew about a month ago. they both have obvious flaws and you could even argue that the old one is better drawn than the newer one. so it's like omg did i not improve at all after over 3 years?? did i actually get worse? lol. no! because a lot of the improvement is internal.

you'll notice that the first one was done in pencil and the second one is pen. it took me years to feel confident enough to sketch in pen because you can't erase! you have to commit to the lines! you can actually see tons of erase marks in the first one, but i didnt even use my white-erase tape at all on the second one. also, the first one is a screen redraw. i was just looking at the image and trying to replicate what i saw the best i can. the second one is new scenes/poses that came from my brain—not that they are very complicated/impressive lol, but there's a difference there. and what you can't see at all is just my attitude about drawing them! i can't particularly remember doing the first one but i guarantee i spent forever on it and was nervous about posting it. second one probably took me 7 mins and i knew it was ugly but i was zero percent embarrassed about that lol. that's progress baby!! cant even tell you how much of a difference it has made to me to let myself draw ugly things. i draw ugly things all the time. some of them get posted online. some of them get shared with one or two friends. some of them get shared with no one. and i've finally learned how to either embrace them as what they are or just shrug it off and go, "you know, this is not it! moving on." blank pages are so intimidating because you have a million opportunities to mess things up, but you also have a million opportunities to explore and learn and experiment and have fun and also to surprise yourself with what you're capable of.

i started out with nothing but a pencil and some powerful blorbo brainrot, and that was enough! that has been enough to power me through years of all the struggles and triumphs that artists go through. it was enough to help me push through every art block and keep drawing to the point that my instincts have improved and things that used to be almost impossible for me are just regular hard lol. i've actually illustrated for a print magazine a few times now, and a few weeks ago i finished my first animatic—which i always wanted to do but didn't have the skill or confidence for.

sorry this is so long, i'm just very passionate about this subject lol!! i just want every growing artist to know that if you keep trying and having fun, improvement is not only possible but inevitable. like, you don't even have to do formal studies if you don't want to. keep looking at art that you like and figuring out what is appealing to you. keep drawing what you feel like drawing. if you're no longer inspired by a piece or it's a little too tough for you right now, it's ok to drop it. you can come back later or never. you have infinite opportunities to make new and better art. and don't forget to give yourself credit for the progress you've already made. it's so hard not to compare yourself to others, and literally everyone—even the best and brightest—feels bad about their work sometimes. but try to compare yourself to your past self and pat yourself on the back for your improvement! it's okay to grow slowly, or in a way that's not so visible on the outside. just remember that you are growing, and you will only get better and better.

also, side note about notes/likes: i know it sucks to feel like your work is not getting attention when you poured a lot into it :( this might sound rich coming from me because i feel that people have been incredibly generous toward my work from the very beginning. but just know that popularity is not really about who "deserves" what, and it's not an accurate reflection of skill either. so if you feel unseen, that doesn't mean your stuff sucks. and you never know what your work might have meant to the people who saw it, even if there aren't that many. art doesn't have to be popular to be meaningful, and it doesn't have to be perfect either.

the world is a little richer and more beautiful because of the ways you are growing and the things you are sharing. so thank you, and please don't stop.

[your-talos-is-problematic]

WIP Wednesday!

It’s probably Thursday for some of you already, but oh well. Tagging the usuals @throughtrialbyfire @skyrim-forever and @trickstarbrave sorry if y’all’ve already posted!

Here’s some more crossover fun with Afonya and Tilia! Beware some weirdness probably because a lot of this was written right before bed.

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“Luckily, my parents raised me to just… believe in myself. In my own value. No matter what.” The tiefling’s smile was genuine, but there was a question behind her eyes. She was trying to understand mine. After a pause, she continued, “I can’t imagine the effect it would have on me to be kicked out of my home of almost thirty years. Without that support, I mean.” Wow. Pointed.

I sighed. “Yeah. It’s not fun.” She nodded but kept silent, clearly fishing for more. “What do you want to know?” I was probably speaking to her like a child, but it was hard not to see Lucia in Tilia’s inquisitive stare and prying words.

She turned her head to think for a second, her facial scales catching the light. “What was your homeland like?”

I smiled. “Morrowind was beautiful. Maybe not if you were older and used to it pre-eruption, or lived somewhere green like this.” I paused to tear a flower out of the ground. “But it was beautiful. The ash covered everything, in this way that was always changing when the wind picked up. At night it was this beautiful dark gray color, but during the day you could see all the shades of brown and black and red coming from the mountain.” This was the point where Brelyna would usually cutely laugh at the wonder in my voice- it was smart of Tilia to start with this. “It wasn’t lifeless like some people try to pretend- unless you were in the deep ashlands, there was always some kind of mushroom or flower peeking its head out of the ground. And usually some form of bug bothering you, because it wouldn’t be Morrowind without one.” I swallowed a sound escaping my throat because I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a laugh or a sob.

Tilia gifted me with a sad smile. “It sounds nice.” I was well-versed enough in deception to know she was lying, but the thought was sweet. “When did you leave?”

“Not that long ago.” I paused to count the months, then had a sinking realization. “Nevermind. Three years ago. By Azura- Elia was only fifteen.”

Tilia drew in a sharp breath. “I’ve only been in the Gate for less than a year.” Her eyebrows furrowed, like she was trying to mentally make a timeline of our journeys. Eventually, she asked, “How do you get through everything, then? If you’re so unconfident in yourself? No offense.”

I paused to consider my answer. I thought about giving the usual I fake it, but decided to tell her the truth. I needed to be trusting with her, I could tell. “My family- my real family, that’s Elia, Brey, my kids. I still have trouble believing they love me unconditionally, but they help.” I was able to anticipate her next question, so I answered it too. “That first year though, and most of the second one, were pretty hard. I really think my faith in the gods was all that kept me together. Dunmer are very focused on change- creating it, adapting to it, taking advantage of it. And Azura feels your pain when you start to reflect your hatred inwards.” Tilia wouldn’t be able to notice, but I was quoting a common sermon from my father there. Those speeches were one of two things I learned from him- the other one being how to be a hypocrite. “You’re not religious, Tilia?”

She shook her head. “No. Never found one that worked for me. After seeing Aylin and Isobel, I wondered if I was being called to Selǔne, but…” She trailed off.

“Were you?”

“No. I think I was being called to muscular women, which… preach to the choir.” I lost my cool, at that, the urge to laugh fighting the urge to sigh and winning. The tiefling talked in a manner that almost gave the impression that she wasn’t fully aware of what was going on around her, similarly to Brelyna. She waited patiently for me to recover myself before asking, “What were we talking about?”

“Morrowind. When I left.”

“Right.” She paused to readjust her tail and run a hand through her hair. “How many times have you come back?”

I smiled. “Thank Azura, I’ve been able to return more times than I could count up to in Tamrielic.” She gave me a puzzled look. “My parents were stubborn and only spoke Dunmeri, so I’m missing some knowledge,” I explained. “But I’ve gone to Solstheim, the island that’s a lot less devastated, pretty often. Almost once a month for the past year. And then I went to Vvardenfell, the main island- not the mainland, which ks where I’m from- once. To get married to Brelyna, officially.”

She looked confused again. Or it was just her resting face. Hard to tell. “So when your sister came to Skyrim, you…”

I laughed. “We’re still pretty busy in civil war cleanup, so I hired someone from Raven Rock to escort her there.”

She looked somewhat upset at that, and opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but closed it and resorted to a nod.

“Something you take issue with?” I ventured.

“No. I guess not.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “No. Explain.”

“I shouldn’t be judging you for how you parent your sister. I’m an only child, I don’t- you know.” She had switched pretty quickly into an apology, which probably indicated that it was genuine.

I was tempted to point out the absurdity of the idea of me parenting Elia, but something behind Tilia drew my gaze. I stood up and drew my concentration to creating an Ebonyflesh spell in my left hand. Tilia followed my gaze, her white wings drawing out of her back as she turned her body. I extended my arm for her to pull herself up with. “We have company, Tilia.”

Tilia of Tragedy

[date in DnD system]

Afonya fought like Shadowheart. For the most part, she stayed back, whispering incantations that grew into bolts of what appeared to be both lightning and fire and ended their life cycle as explosions. She did occasionally become more reckless, though,   like a few seconds ago, when she had taken a few steps closer to the bulette to breathe fire onto it. Which was something I was quite jealous of.

As for myself, I was currently hovering just out of the creature’s reach, attempting to reposition a Cloudkill to not place the elf directly in its poison. I guessed that I probably had about a minute before my wings gave out and the cloud disappeared, quite possibly at the same time.

And as for the bulette, it was probably having the worst day of its life. I’d only seen Afonya fight once before, and briefly, but these thirty seconds were confirmation enough of Astarion’s account of her formidability. It alternated swipes at the two of us, occasionally breaking out into confused screeches.

Unfortunately, I was probably too focused on analyzing Afonya’s style and not focused enough on evading attacks. She took a break (probably to recover magical energy, given what she’d told me about Tamriel’s magic), which the bulette took as an opportunity to leap into the air, throwing me off balance and landing closer to Afonya than I was comfortable with. Right then my wings decided to disappear on me, so I took an ungraceful tumble to the ground. From the dirt I eyed Afonya, who was less than a foot from the monster’s massive snout. Far too close for a mage as, for lack of a better word, squishy as she was.

I drew in an anxious breath as she seemed to freeze with fear, fully prepared to walk back to camp alone to get Shadowheart. However, as I watched, she started to glow green around the edges. Haven’t seen that before. Raising a hand up to the sky, or whatever functioned as sky in the Underdark, she started to cast what looked like a version of Call Lightning, but more… frantic. And centered on herself. Which seemed dangerous. I pulled myself up from the ground, mouthing a small ignis and shooting a bolt of fire from my fingertips into the bulette’s back. It roared and turned to face me, but took less than a step before Afonya yelled some more draconic words and it was dead on the ground. 

[fanficg12023]

Snowball's return

Synopsis: What would have happened if Snowball had never come back to the farm because of a particular someone? Snowball was one of the cleverest animals on the farm, always giving his best to make the farm a better place for the animals. Isn’t it weird that he gave up everything so easily? It took just a few vicious dogs to get him out of the farm forever. What if he had another reason for not coming back? 

Fanfic:

Since she’s gone everything has been different. I truly missed her but I couldn’t let my feelings affect the votes so I kept fighting for the farm and the windmill, I knew that Napoleon wouldn’t handle the leadership of the farm so I couldn’t give up. Every day different animals came to me asking what was happening, and why I was so down, but I couldn't tell them the truth. The only solution was to pretend that everything was okay and that I wasn’t sad.  I needed to look strong and confident to win the animal's votes, build the windmill, and mainly hide my secret from everyone on the farm.  

When the voting day came and all the animals were assembled in the big barn, I did the best speech I could and all the animals were moved by it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. At least I was winning the voting. When I finished my speech and everybody was convinced that the windmill was the best choice, nine enormous dogs broke into the big barn and started running in my direction. My first reaction was to start running to save myself from the dogs. I raced across the pasture that led to the road the fastest I could but the dogs were almost catching up on me. Then, I slipped through a hole in the hedge and finally saw myself free, out of Animal Farm.

Although it was a reliving moment, I was alone on the road with nowhere to go, if I got back to the farm the dogs would kill me so the first thing that came to my head was going to see her again. Some pigeons said they had seen her on Foxwood a few days ago, so I went there. I was so focused on finding her that I didn’t even think about why these dogs were after me, even though it was kind of obvious, that they were the same dogs that Napoleon was teaching months ago. That means that it was probably Napoleon's plan to take over the farm, but this doesn’t matter, first I needed to find her, and later I would think about the farm. 

After some minutes of walking, I arrived at Foxwood. I opened the big gate that wasn’t even locked and got into the farm looking for the barn when I found it I ran there the fastest I could and finally saw her face again, Mollie, the prettiest mare I’ve ever seen… It seemed unreal. When she realized that it was me she immediately screamed: “Snowball!”, exuding enthusiasm. Then I spent the whole afternoon talking to her, she explained to me why she had run away from Animal Farm and how her life has been since then. I also told her what happened to me and how I ended up on that farm. I slept in the barn with Mollie that day. There I practically forgot about everything that happened, because, at that moment, I could only think how lucky I was to be with her. 

The next morning Mr. Pilkington woke up Mollie and took her to work. Her job was to drew Pilkington’s trap, like she used to do in Mr Jones's times. I hid and after some minutes I went to that place where the pigs were working, so he didn’t even realize that there was one more pig than usual. During the day I couldn’t stop thinking about Animal Farm, I couldn’t leave any animal behind. I needed to fight for them and the windmill. Anyway, I also didn’t want to leave Mollie again so I spent the next days working on Foxwood and spending the nights with her, enjoying her presence while I could because I knew that soon I would need to go back to Animal Farm and help my comrades. Like I said, I didn’t trust Napeleon’s leadership of the farm. A whole month had passed and I still was confused about what to do… How to fight the dogs and bring Mollie back to the farm without being judged for her past actions. The ideal would be to return to the farm with Mollie and start the revolution. 

Suddenly, some pigeons from Animal Farm show up looking for me. They couldn't believe that I was living with Mollie in Foxwood. They said that “Napoleon was right”, and that I had been lying to them since the beginning of the rebellion, working with Mr. Jones behind their backs and pretending to be on their side. I wasn’t understanding anything. Apparently, Napoleon lied to all the animals, saying that I was a traitor and that if I cared about the farm I would have returned. I’ve never felt so angry in my life, his own dogs expelled me from the farm! Even though I was happy living my life with Mollie, I wanted to show everyone that I really cared about the farm.  

On that day, I spent all night making plans to go back to the farm to prove to every animal that I still wanted the revolution. The next morning I decided to go back to the farm and bring Mollie with me. Show the entire farm that Mollie was a good mare and I sure wasn’t a traitor. 

I waited for the next evening to tell Mollie my plan and convince her to go to Animal Farm with me, and then run away without Mr Pilkington seeing. So I convinced her and there we went, back to the road… After some time walking we finally arrived. The first animal we found was Old Benjamin, he didn’t show any reaction to our presence. We went to the big barn and when all the animals were together there to sleep they were all surprised with us, kind of scared.  All of them started to speak and complain to one another at the same time, was impossible to understand anything they were saying so I stepped into the middle of the barn and started to explain myself. I said that would never betray them and that I really cared about the rebellion, the only reason I didn’t come back early was Mollie.

At first, they deserved an explanation of why I didn’t come back to Animal Farm. I told them everything; that I left the farm to meet Mollie because, since the moment that she got out, I couldn't concentrate. My only concern was finding Mollie and, because of this, I couldn't focus on the rebellion anymore. Then, I said that I found her in Foxwood, and there, I could have time with her and come up with some ideas for our farm. From the beginning, I already knew that I would come back here, but my only concern would be whether Mollie would want to come with me. I said all the truth about my relationship with her and their reactions were better than I expected.

For a moment, there was a big silence in the barn. The animals began to look at each other with surprised faces. To break that silence, I finished my speech by saying: "However, now we are here, all together, so we can finish what Old Major had told us times ago". It was at this minute that I saw Squealer passing in front of the barn door.

That night, we all celebrated a little and sang "Beasts of England", now that we were together and had a process ahead of us. We were all very happy, including Molly. Suddenly I saw some dogs coming in my direction. I knew those dogs, it was them. Everything started to get dark. 

When I woke up, I wasn't in Animal Farm anymore. I was actually, next to Old Major, seeing from the top everything that the animals were doing in Napoleon's leadership.  Maria Eduarda Minekava e Marina Werdo 9B

[the-script-demands-it]

Welcome to...

Rad's enormous pile of abandoned MetaWare WIPs/things that ARE finished but I didn't like them/WIPs that I might come back to/other stuff!

Below the "keep reading" button will be a detailing of all of these images! Please be aware that this WILL be an extremely long post, so... Just a warning. There'll be a second post after this that will also contain the rest of the art that I wasn't able to squeeze in here. (Even 30 pics per Tumblr post isn't enough for this...)

Let's start off with the most recently abandoned WIP!

I started drawing this about two weeks after Chris' birthday (her bday is January 4th) and I was really happy with it, but then I had NO idea how to pose Izzy. It's a bummer since I liked how Chris' hair came out, but alas! (Happy belated birthday, Chris!)

Possibility of finishing?: Yeah, maybe. Prob will have to change Izzy's pose if I really want to finish it though.

Oh hey, I posted this a few months ago on my other blog!

Really wish I finished it, but now that I'm looking back on it, there's definitely some improvement to be had here. I don't like whatever's going on with her face. You can tell that I gave up while trying to make the background as well. Poor Hope!

Possibility of finishing?: I'll have to completely redraw this if I plan on finishing it, but I've definitely got a feeling that I'll come back to this someday.

Hmph!

This one's actually pretty finished, I've just never posted it anywhere before because it's such a small little doodle. I like it though! Nari in a Gir tassel hat is always welcome.

Possibility of finishing?: It's already done. Don't plan on editing it!

(This happens on the rude route!)

It's basically just a proof of concept, and a VERY minimal one at that, but I think it's got some merit! Not enough people talk about that Chris Vs Aspen scene, honestly.

Possibility of finishing?: Sometime this year maybe...??? I don't plan on abandoning this forever, I just don't really know when I'll get around to it.

AUTISM BLAST PT. 1

Hey, remember that art I had pinned on my other blog for a while? I was planning on redrawing it, but I only ever managed to complete one part of it until I forgot about it... It's definitely an upgrade from the original version, though I can do better than this nowadays.

Possibility of finishing?: I'm DEFINITELY going to redraw this someday. I need a new pinned post, damn it!

Thx ^]

Okay, here's some context for these two. I got an anonymous ask on my other account saying that they liked my MetaWare PFP and I thought that it would be a great idea if I responded to it with some art and also turn that same post into an announcement for my MetaWare sideblog (this one!), but that of course did not actually happen.

Possibility of finishing?: NO.

Nari looks so... "off" in this picture.

I like how I drew Hope, but ergh... that is NOT Nari. I don't know how I managed to make her look like a completely different character in this one, but I do NOT like it.

Possibility of finishing?: Nah, I think I'm done with this pic.

Woah, scary!

I actually touched this one up a bit before sending it here. It used to look MUCH more incomplete, but it's basically done now besides from the hair being missing 'n all.

Possibility of finishing?: I might draw more MetaWare stuff with drastic lighting in the future, but I don't plan on revisiting this specifically.

Le miaow miaows.

I worked on Hope before sending this because she looked kinda off, but I think she looks OK now. You can see that this isn't really what my usual art style looks like. I was trying to mix together the original MetaWare sprite art style and the style SparkBag used in the polaroid anniversary art he made, and I think I did just fine.

Possibility of finishing?: It's basically already done! Coloring it would probably make it cooler, but I don't think I'll ever do that.

This won't be the last time I try to use eyes symbolically.

I still REALLY want to revisit this again. It's great! It's magnificent! I just did NOT have the ability to execute it properly back when I made it a ton of months ago, so I just didn't do it. Still don't know if I do now, but it's worth a shot. (This was basically just another proof of concept, by the way.)

Possibility of finishing?: Absolutely! I'll try to get to this sometime soon this year.

GRILLING START ! ! !

Yep, this was based off of Papyrus' "Dating Start!" minigame! Just another proof of concept or... Okay I don't know what else to call these. Like, they're definitely NOT finished nor are they actual fleshed out sketches, what else am I supposed to call them???? I think it's cool though.

Possibility of finishing?: Don't think I'll be ditching this idea anytime soon. Seems kinda simple to draw too, I'll get to it sometime.

Lookin' pretty cute!!

Context for this one: It was gonna be a 3 part comic or something with Hope drawing Nari's bear fursona. Never actually made the comic though, but I DID make her fursona!!! It's the one right below this one, actually.

Possibility of finishing?: Nope.

BEAR NARI BARI LET'S GO

Personally, I think this is adorable. When drawing people's fursonas I always kinda make them more animal than anthropomorphic, but I think it leads to pretty cute art!

Possibility of finishing?: It's already done!

I was just testing out a brush with this one, I think.

It's a cute little doodle, don't have much to say about it though! I WILL say that the bear plushie was a bit inspired by my own plush I have at home, though this one is much smaller than mine.

Possibility of finishing?: Nah, it's just a little doodle.

Ingo Nari... Ingri... Angry!?!

iiii really think I made the hat too big. Like... WAY too big. Don't really like how her face came out, but the body itself is pretty OK. I based it too much on Ingo's original pose though, kinda looks like I just put Nari's head on his head LMAO

Possibility of finishing?: This is basically already finished, though I might draw Nari cosplaying as Ingo again. Why not?

(Bonus Ingri!)

Nari in a hoodie!

Don't exactly remember what this was for. Either it was for an AU of mine or someone else's AU. Her front hair's kinda too far down though, I had a bit of a habit making her face REALLY small compared to her hair in my old art.

Possibility of finishing?: Nay!

Wow, Nari with an eye AND eyebrows! Who woulda thunk it.

Her hair is much puffier than previous versions in this one. Why? Dunno. She looks pretty cool AND cute in this though!

Possibility of finishing?: It's already complete.

My polar bear plush makes a cameo in this one! Say hi!

I had to edit this one a SHIT ton before sending this final picture. I wish I had a pin that said "I HATE DRAWING METAWARE STYLE NOSES" because I loathe them. There were other reasons why I didn't like the original version, but I was annoyed with the nose the most. Really happy how this came out though!

Possibility of finishing?: I just finished it right now. (I'll probably be posting this on its own sometime soon)

Some original characters...!? Unthinkable!

This features Lumi (Metolefrul-indus' fan character) and an old version of Rowan (my fan character)! I changed Rowan's design and personality soon after this, so I don't think this interaction with Lumi and Rowan will actually ever happen... Sorry Lumi! 'Twas just a little doodle.

Possibility of finishing?: NEVER.

Last but not least (for this post, anyway), is this Chris and Izzy sketch!

Some pals requested this during a stream and this was all I managed to make of it... I'm so sorry!!!!!!! They were good prompts!!! I'll finish it one day I swear!!!!

Possibility of finishing?: Soon!

PHEW WE'RE DONE FOR THIS POST. We have 20 more to go in the next one! Might post it next week because this is tiring holy hell. Glad to show these WIPs off to the world though!

P.S. I'm going to skip a few images seen in the huge pic at the beginning! Some were already completed and I'll just post those on their own orrrr I just don't want to review 'em.

[jayfortheday]

Back To This Place Again (Kaneda x Tetsuo)

Pairing: Kaneda Shotaro x Tetsuo Shima (implied romantic)

Word count: 1521

Description: Even years after the incident that took Tetsuo and Akira, Kaneda still returns to the site of the destruction

Tags: movie canon, canon compliance, mild hurt no comfort, implied past relationships, based on I Wait For You by Thedead

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Kaneda leaned forward on his bike, willing it to go faster than it could. The bike roared as it carried him along the empty streets, zooming past toppled buildings and crushed houses, carrying him through the ravaged city of what Neo-Tokyo used to be, the high-speed winds ruffled his hair like a friend’s rough hands as the speedometer continued to crawl upwards of 150 kilometers an hour. The air that used to be difficult to breathe with the dust and debris floating after the incident was now as smooth as it was anywhere else in the country. 

Kaneda smiled subtly, reminiscing about a time years ago; driving with his friends at dangerously high speeds along a busy road, fighting with the Clowns like they could all live forever. Kaneda could swear to himself that if he looked in the corner of his eye just right, he could see Tetsuo riding alongside him. Kaneda looked, yet no one was there, only the cracked concrete that had been left behind so long ago. Even the bike is almost the same as it was back then. It took Kaneda months, and a great deal of stolen parts, to return it to at least a semblance of its former glory. It could never truly compare to what it used to be, it had changed, just like he had.

The wrecked structures became few and far between, and eventually gave way to nothing at all, as Kaneda approached his destination. There was no road anymore, all there was was dirt that he had previously picked clear of debris to make a path for his journey, a journey he had now made many times. As he drew even closer, there was then no debris. At that proximity to the blast, any material had been incinerated instantly, with no chance given to leave a trace behind. Instead, though, grew plant life. Little spots of green popped out of the layers of singed matter covering the layers of dirt, absorbing any sunlight and water the unforgiving landscape would provide. But, Kaneda thought to himself, was this landscape still unforgiving? His gaze deviated from the makeshift road to stare at some of the sprouts. Would a place still remembering the past events allow itself to try to reform? He didn’t think it would if he were honest. 

Kaneda slowed his bike before bringing it to a full stop. He slowly lowered it to the ground in its resting position and then stood to go next to one of the small plants. He knelt down to peer closer. He gingerly ran his fingers across the little leaves the sprout bore. The old Kaneda probably would have ripped the small thing out of the ground to examine it, but this Kaneda would not. He had grown somewhat, but he was reluctant to admit it, reluctant to face what that would mean. Kaneda allowed himself to fall slightly backward to land in a seated position. In some odd way that he didn’t consciously address, he related to this place. It had suffered so greatly both during and after that fated event, and it had taken such a long time to even begin to try again. But here it was, growing once more, beginning the steps to reclaim what had been lost, refusing to be another victim of what had happened that day, refusing to become just another life lost. 

In his conscious mind, Kaneda made no such connection, he didn’t want to. Kaneda released his gentle grip on the plant and wandered back to his bike. He brought it back to its riding position and set off again on his journey. Kaneda knew he was close to where he needed to be. Not only could he feel it deep in his chest, but he could also see it. Dead ahead was a rise in the road, the edge of the crater. He used to be nervous when he would crest the edge of the crater and ride the wall down to the center, but not anymore. He still felt the odd sensation in his stomach as his bike sped down to the lower ground, but he had become accustomed to it. 

Kaneda tapped the brakes of his bike as he rode down, trying to keep his speed low enough that he could stop where he wanted. The coasting speed from the hill gave enough of a push to send him to the center of the crater, ground zero as it had been referred to by Kaisuke. Kaneda had returned here many times over the years since his fight with Tetsuo. He had set up a makeshift camp right at the center, a place he would spend days at a time in at first. It was nothing fancy, a sleeping bag, a milk crate chair, and a few small, scattered items he simply kept there. As always, Kaneda parked his bike next to his spot and sat down on the milk crate. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he announced into the surrounding space. “Traffic.” He laughed to himself. “Nah, I just had some stuff to attend to. Work has me all hours of the day, and when I’m not there, I’m with Kai and Kei, it’s like I hardly have time to stop by anymore.” Kaneda no longer shouted, but instead talked at a normal speaking volume, as if whoever he was talking to was right next to him. “I can’t imagine you’ve been up to much, I’m sure you’d tell me if you had been.” Kaneda pulled a cigarette from his pocket and set it between his lips, searching his other pocket for something to light it with. He then produced a lighter from his back pocket and lit the cigarette, breathing in deeply before exhaling. 

“Everyone still asks what I’m doing when I come out here, even though I’ve never answered. It’s like they can’t take the hint. They’d probably freak out if I told them about you. It’s like they’ve all already forgotten about you.” Kaneda’s voice was the only sound for miles, the area had been unpopulated since the incident and would likely always remain that way. “I can’t even remember the last time I heard them say your name,” Kaneda’s voice was quieter now, just above a whisper. “Tetsuo.” The name made his heart hurt, made his hand feel empty and his body feel cold. He could feel his gut boiling with words he didn’t quite know how to say up until now.

“I keep wondering if you died that day. Or if you, I don’t know, just went somewhere else, another universe, maybe. Well, where did you go, Tetsuo? Why couldn’t I have come with you? I thought we were supposed to be friends, I thought we were -,” Kaneda’s voice caught in his throat. He stood and began to pace around his chair. “Maybe I could have helped you. I didn’t know how then, but maybe I coulda learned, I coulda tried. Those kids coulda helped, maybe. God, what did they do to you? Akira…what did Akira do to you? Shit, why did you have to go? You told me you’d always be here, that I was stuck with you.” Kaneda’s voice was getting louder now. “Did I hurt you, Tetsuo? Was I not good enough to you? For you? Did you make a whole new universe just to escape me? Why did you leave me behind?” Kaneda’s shouts echoed through the empty landscape, off the walls of the crater. 

“I waited for you. All these years, I’ve been sitting here like a dumbass, just waiting for you to pop out of the sky and come back to me.” His eyes burned with the beginning of tears as he continued. “And honestly, I’m probably just going to keep waiting. Because a guy like me just doesn’t know any better, doesn’t know when to stop.” Even as he was venting to the open air, there were so many things Kaneda was leaving unsaid, and it was mostly because he himself was unaware of them. 

Kaneda had spent 7 long years waiting for Tetsuo to reappear, to simply fall out of the sky, back into his arms. Kaneda hoped the universe could somehow restore everything that his best friend had destroyed, the people he had killed, the world he had shattered. Even though he knew all of these things to be impossible, Kaneda still waited, for 7 years, and he would continue to wait. He would continue to waste his life in this crater, in this decimated town. Even though he would keep clinging to the idea that Tetsuo would return, Kaneda would also grow. Kaneda had grown, he had learned, he had changed. But Kaneda would never admit to himself he had changed because, in his mind, that would mean he had outgrown Tetsuo, that he was leaving him behind, as though Tetsuo hadn’t left him behind. 

But Kaneda had run out of words, out of things he was ready to admit. He sat back down. 

“I’m not too mad, though, Tets,” Kaneda hummed. “Don’t worry.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

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A/N: Sorry guys, I know this isn't like my usual stuff, but I got into the movie and manga recently and I just felt inspired so here ya go, its cross-posted on my AO3 as well if you happen to see it on there

[feralgremlinchild]

Tw death, medical, child custody

(also I can’t remember how to do a read more so heads up it’s a long post)

I’ve been gone a while, I kept meaning to return but everything in life just kept getting worse. Taking care of my mother became more of a challenge, and the past 6 months she was in hospitals and skilled nursing homes. We had some good times together, I took her to see the eras tour in theater because she absolutely loved Taylor swift.

My mother died a week and a half ago, thankfully she was aware of what was happening and she was ready for it. She had unfortunately already been legally dead and revived and intubated before she had a chance to sign a dnr. She hated being intubated, but I tried to help as best I could to make communication possible for her the seven days she was intubated. I made her a talking board.

I tried my best to treat her with dignity and make sure she had the little comforts the past few months. I drew signs for her hospital wall, I brought her her favorite stuffed animal, I clipped and filed her nails, I brought my (retired) service dog to see her because she adored him and he always made her feel better. Helped order her food. Found solutions to little problems like an elastic band for her watch instead of a buckle. Assistive devices and technology. It never felt like a chore, it wasn’t a decision I had to make, I just did things.

She had finally decided a couple months ago that she was not going to take more of her dilaudid than prescribed. And she was actually sticking to that. I had been waiting for that my entire life and I was so so proud of her. She was trying very hard. She wanted to see my niece again, she wanted to be around a while longer. Up until the beginning of March, the doctors told us they weren’t sure how much time she had left, but it could be months or even a year, it depended on her recovery. Her body’s ability to recover. In the end though it was just too tired, she’d been sick her entire life and she couldn’t recover from this last infection.

My niece’s dad allowed her to visit the hospital a couple days before my mother passed. I didn’t get to see the kid because I wasn’t at the hospital, I had already gone home. The kid had been given a phone for her birthday a few days earlier, and has been allowed to contact us so far. I haven’t seen her in person since December, but I’ll see her on Friday at the service. We’ve been texting though, mostly about games we both play and inside jokes.

I had to buy a black dress because my old one ripped. I have lost a lot of weight recently anyways, it probably wouldn’t have fit. It turns out stress and grieving can take the pounds off you even when an eating disorder couldn’t. It’s not exactly happy weight loss. I haven’t been celebrating it. But the weight did need to come off, so maybe at least my joints will be a little happier.

Now I have to find a job at some point in the next couple of months. The insurance money won’t last forever, and I had always planned on getting a job after my mother passed. She had been my full time job for years. I’m going to get a job, help my dad sell the house, and then move out of Texas. If all goes well I will be in New England this time next year. It’s a big move but I need to get as far away as possible, I’ve been dreaming of this for years and years and it’s finally time to start making steps towards it.

Also both of my big dogs have large tumors and I have no money for removal or treatment.

Also also my cousin’s wedding is in less than two weeks and it’s a 5 hour drive minimum and I did get a dress and it’s good but I do not feel like celebrating anything right now. The guy is nice tho, very kind and has what the church people call a heart of service. They’re cute together. And my cousin is great and I love her and I grew up with her almost like a sister, even going to the same schools. But I’m just not in a happy wedding mood. I’m going anyway of course.

[ajathings]

Birth of a Voyer // Aja, 2013.

I remember my fingers shaking, and my body shivering, as they guided me to the door. Taylor led me, and Jack followed me; a train to make sure I was protected from men unaccustomed to the word “no.” The fact that there had to be a train at all gave me pause. But the rest of the idea excited me. 

I was curious as to how Taylor spent his time on certain weekends. We shared the same the same evening class, which ended promptly at 6 PM. Some weekends, he’d walk with me back to the dorm since we lived across the hall from one another. On other weekends, Jack would meet with him after class and whisk him away. They were cute together, but they weren’t very serious. Labels weigh people down…or so they would say.

I didn’t ask myself where they were going until a couple of months after I bumped into Taylor at 3 a.m. in the dorm hallway. I asked him how his night was and his answer was more than a little enthusiastic. But he wouldn’t say where he went, and I didn’t ask. But eventually when the question came up…his answer intrigued me. 

After promising me not to judge him, Taylor admitted that he and Jack had been frequenting a free play club further into town. I always thought I was wild…but I didn’t know the place existed until he mentioned it. I was curious…so I asked to tag along next time they went. Just to watch.

Taylor set the date with Jack and we all took an Uber into town where they led me to a little hidden door on the side of a brick building. The gentleman at the counter waved the usual ID check for Taylor and Jack–two regulars. But I was new and young-looking, so he carded me. But we all got in free, as all “couples” do.

Taylor held my hand tightly as he led us through the lobby. The place smelled like a heavy chemical cleaner, lemon-scented, and it was hard to see anything. But I could see people standing about, some waiting, some standing next to one another. But all eyes eventually gravitated toward me–one of only maybe two women in the building at the moment, escorted by two handsome men. Their gazes followed us…and I didn’t need an explanation why.

But I was like them. I only came to watch.

Taylor and Jack sat me on a couch in the corner, putting my back against the wall. The two of them sat next to me, making sure I felt comfortable and protected. Just the act of sitting together drew a crowd, of men who found other seats or places to stand at a “respectable” distance. Anything to give the lady in the space some room.

Once I assured them I was fine, I watched them turn their attention to each other. Taylor was acutely familiar with Jack’s body by then, his hand brushed the tent in his pants like he knew it fondly, intimately. The sight alone caused a couple of zippers in the room to drop. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear the sound of palms gripping skin. For those watching, the anticipation was enough.

I planted my back firmly against the wall, drawing my knees to my chest while watching my friends frisk one another. More zippers fell, more hands tightly gripping their own…or their neighbors’. Jack and Taylor put on a good show for them…for me. I watched Taylor suck Jack until he was slick, and I watched Jack dive deep into Taylor, pinning his head against the couch cushions. It was exhilarating to see this different side of my friend.

But I was only there to watch.

The club closed at three, and the two of them fucked each other in front of a crowd of people, sometimes even welcoming a few others to participate. But no matter how intense things got, they respected me. No one laid a hand on me. And I left feeling a little left out.

So I asked Taylor if I could go again. And I prepared for the evening. There was a red dress I was saving for a date with an ex, and a masquerade mask I kept from forever ago–probably a high school dance. Instead of the casual ponytail, I made sure my hair flowed freely below my shoulders. I put on my mom’s perfume and my favorite pair of heels. When Taylor saw me exit my dorm, he knew immediately that I wasn’t going merely to watch. 

Taylor and Jack went over my ground rules, my boundaries, and my concerns, and when they guided me to and through the door, they stood a little closer. Even in the failing light of the club, my dress sparkled a bit, catching the eye of the patrons. I was led to the same corner, where Taylor whispered to me: “Don’t feel pressured to do anything, okay?”

I pressed my back against the same wall while Taylor and Jack started. I watched their hands travel along each other again, I saw their passionate kiss. I could feel the eyes in the room, darting between the two of them, and then to me. I could feel their curiosity like heat on my skin: “Will she? Won’t she?”

I was nervous, yes. I could have sat with my back against that wall all night. But when Jack reached for the zipper of Taylor’s slacks…my hand beat him to it. I slid closer to the couple and I pulled Taylor from his slacks for Jack to suck on. When Taylor moaned my ear was close enough to savor it. His instinct was to press his lips to my neck, but he stopped short.

I gave him my consent before he could ask for it. I pulled him by his collar the rest of the minuscule distance between us, and while I basked in the heat of his lips on my neck, I unbuttoned his shirt. 

All eyes were on us.

Jack came up for air, and I took it upon myself to relieve him. My lips found Taylor’s cock, and his praise came to me in the sound of shiver-filled moans. Jack moved to my other side, next to the corner I had abandoned. His fingers brushed the outside of my thigh but made no crass or forceful movements. In a simple, gentle gesture, he asked for my parted knees, and I granted his request.

I pulled myself away from Taylor to give Jack the space he needed. His hands smoothed themselves up and between my thighs, to the dampened lace on display for a group of people I couldn’t clearly see. Taylor’s hands busied themselves with cupping of my right breast, and my hand responded in kind by gently stroking him. In fact, I found it prudent to pull Jack free and stroke him at the same time. 

I wish I could have been on the outside looking in at that moment. Be between them, them touching me, me touching them… It was the hottest moment of my life up to that point.

Taylor and Jack shared a glance a shifted gears. Jack unzipped my dress and freed my breasts, and while his satin-like lips caught my nipple between them, Taylor sank to his knees and pressed his tongue to my sex.

“Yes…” I heard myself say. The crowd murmured in approval around me. My chest rose and fell with each breath while my friends worked diligently together to make me feel like the most desired woman in town. 

I tasted myself on Taylor’s lips when he came up to kiss me. Jack tasted me on Taylor’s lips when they kissed each other. Jack looked at me with an impish smirk that I couldn’t quite describe at the time–the sharp turn of his lips was more potent praise than Taylor’s moan moments earlier.

“Keep going?” In a whisper, Taylor checked in with me.

I nod. Jack helped me out of my heels and stood me to my feet, giving Taylor free rein on the quiet couch in the corner. The metallic belt buckle struck the tiled floor, taking his slacks with them, and I caught a glimpse of him seated back down, legs eagled spread, his member twitching while his eyes drank me in. Jack removed nothing from me but my lace underwear, that he kept on his person. At each moment, they both worked together to meet my needs and respect my boundaries and that only made me like the moment between them more. 

Jack spun me around to face the crowd hidden in the black of the room.  I sat softly in Taylor’s lap, propping my legs over his. Jack guided Taylor inside me and my moan filled the room. I rose and lowered myself until I found a steady rhythm. What little I saw of the room disappeared behind the dark of my eyelids and I could only hear the sound of my skin against his, his grunts, my moans, the the assorted moans of the crowd engaged in their self-play. Eventually, to my right, I heard Jack furiously pumping, muttering beneath his breath, egging us on. My eyes opened long enough to beckon him closer, and when he was near enough, my hand found the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, pulling him upward and inviting him to stand over the two of us.

In a moment, I allowed him to break one of the rules I set earlier: don’t ruin the dress. Fuck the dress. I wanted Taylor in me, and Jack over me.  So he stood positioned himself over me, close enough for him to continue stroking himself over my bare chest, and just out of the way for the crowd to watch. 

When Taylor began to cry out in climax, Jack followed. And I’ll be damned if I wasn’t cumming with them. I felt Jack’s warm seed on my collar, dripping down the center of my chest, and my sex squeezed Taylor’s from his shaft, milking him for all he could give me. I shivered. I smiled. And I laughed.

And the crowd watching gave us applause. One of them was kind enough to offer me a towel and show us the way to the bathroom where the three of us freshened up in private.

“Well? How was it?” Taylor asked me.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That was fantastic.” 

We left together, back to the dorms, where they took me to my room and assured me that I was welcome to come back at any time. 

My junior year at Brown was memorable because of Taylor and Jack, who helped me navigate something about myself that I didn’t know. Our arrangement was fruitful, fun, and long-lasting, ending only when I began a relationship at the beginning of senior year. I stopped going to the club, but the three of us remained good friends, even after school, after we all went our separate ways. We still visit each other from time to time. In fact, they are both visiting family here in New York for Christmas, so we’re finding time to meet up in for dinner.

I’m newly single. And I know a place far better than the one in Rhode Island. But…it’s up to them.

[wildheadtendsherhair]

2023/02/02

Skin Picking

Havent been on here a while since ive been picking so little, its hard to remember to post! Ill take that as a partial win. But anyway, can you guess why im back? Yep, its day 0 again. And surprise surprise, my skin is bumpy and red again. When i was still on my streak, its amazing, i could use however much lotion i wanted and not breakout. It truly wasnt any products, it was just me touching my face all the time. I still got blackheads, but they were so hard to see because they werent red. I was disappointed to to figure out that acne pads arent enough to get rid of blackheads. I think i have to at least scratch off the top layer? I dont know. Grr! Honestly tho when blackheads arent angry i find i dont mind them much. Hardly at all, actually.

Hair

Great. Still so short! I still look like a fairy pixie, but sometimes by nightfall i just look like an oily unkempt person, and its not because of sebum. Just something about the uneven ends and the short length. Tempted to get it cut, but theres not really any good options? Cutting off and inch would probably dramatically decrease the frazzledness, but not comletely eliminate it, *and* it would be an inch shorter. I only have four inches! I wish i kept more track of how fast my hair grows. Ive heard half an inch is average. See heres the thing people dont think about when trimming hair—its inherently temporary. If you trim half an inch, thats one months worth of growth. By the end of the next month, you'll have grown another half inch. But, the growth will be uneven. So youre back to where youve started, right? No wonder it felt like i could not grow my hair out past a certain amount once my mom started making me get "the split ends cut off". Itll probably all be worth it when it gets long. Unkempt but cool & cute wild animal [insert pic of Power]. That said, i do wonder how long itd need to be to get the dorky but clean Queen's Gambit haircut…

Diet

Still doing Weight Watchers. I hecked up this week, ate under. Ended up binging last night. But it was the first time in a long while, so im proud of what ive accomplished. Silver lining, i mean. It was a very sucky experience being that full. Painful, even. But ive recovered! And im gonna be more liberal with my points earlier in the day. No point in being cautious if i can always eat 0-point foods at the end of the day, and it becomes an imperative to not if im regularly hitting the end of the day with spare points. It was a bit of a successful experiment, because i wanted to see if me eating under naturally would hurt me later, and, well… But im a little worried, because me eating whatever and "lots" this morning has only led to a normal breatfast of ten points. And ive been eating until about an hour ago, so i may not be hungry for a timely lunch. :( But i am feeling peckish for a sub, so maybe soon ill order one and not shy away from the sauce. My point target isnt a minimum, its a, well, *target*! Wow! What a riddle!

Mood

Ive been on edge this week, after a week of feeling phenomenally well. I blamed it on work, but, maybe it was my eating? Or its a factor? Hard to say. I do have quite a few things started that i havent finished, and i think those are hanging on my mind; go long enough and it become tiring but you forget why. Its a hypothesis. Other than that, its been a great week. Started a cool playthru with some friends (and its a japanese project too), checked out warhammer for the first time and had a blast, study group has been great, i got back into DDR, and might go with a cool girl this weekend, i drew for the first time in forever and it turned out great (oh man i love my apple pencil). Fruitful month, january was. I might just need to remind myself to and practice relaxing. Worked for my sleep!

[rookflower]

ok, so. i drew every warrior cat! here's a long rambling sentimental reflective-type post on the blog i guess.

I started this blog when I was 15, in 2018. I was bored at a summer job, scribbled Onestar on the back of a sticker sheet, and thought "huh, there sure is a lot of Warrior Cats characters! I've seen some design blogs around, I think there's a "draw 100 cats challenge" people do, wouldn't it be fun if I gave that a try?" I had nothing going on art-wise at the moment, I was losing steam on my Pokemon webcomic and had given up askblogs a while ago, so I quickly fell into it.

Starting out was weird- I'd only read up to about Power of Three at the time, and hadn't read TPB or TNP in quite a while. I vivdly remember someone sending me a request to draw Tawnypelt about 20 cats in or so, and I genuinely couldn't remember who she even was. I think I got a request to draw Jagged Peak before I even knew DOTC existed? I wasn't working off of a specific list, and would miss certain cats out entirely due to forgetting them which frustrated me. Drawing cats was fun, and once I got to 100 eventually I found myself going "well, now what? I haven't even drawn Sorreltail, Nightstar, Appledusk, Spiderleg..." so, i kept going!

Then 2020 rolled around and lockdown hit, and I was suddenly stuck in my house with no plans, seemingly unlimited time, and a desperate need for some kind of outlet that offered escapism from the world.

Drawing Warrior Cats was something mundane and rhythmic but creative and enjoyable, and I found the aspect of looking at it as a challenge alluring, the same way I had when the goal was "100 random warrior cats". How far could I get before having to stop? I couldn't do over 1000 cats, right?

uh.

I could!

sunk cost fallacy or whatever, I guess?

Lot has changed in my life over the course of this. I started the challenge just after leaving high school, and now I'm headed into my third year of uni. Some family's moved around, we have a cat now, I started playing video games again, my bedroom's been revamped, I met some internet friends IRL for the first time, I'm more or less publicly out as gay, all different kinds of stuff. It's fucking wild to consider that one of the biggest constants in my life these past few years has been drawing goddamn warrior cats. I've had the Warriors wiki list of characters open on my computer basically forever, and finally closing it feels like a goodbye.

So what's happening with this blog? Well, I'm not upkeeping a daily queue anymore, that's for sure. There are some cats here I KNOW I'm going to want to go back and redesign at some point though, so this isn't over! Even if I'm less active here, for now, I'm not going anywhere. I'll probably also use this for any general warriors art/posts I want to make, as well as those "send me asks" request meme thingies. those are fun.

I'm hoping to be maybe more active on my youtube now, as well as just generally experimenting with my art more. One of the biggest downsides of spending 3 years drawing fullbody flatcolours of warrior cats and not that much else is that my improvement on every ground except cat anatomy and character design has become pretty fuckin stagnant lmao. I need to make art with backgrounds and shading and non-cat characters again or i think ill explode. time to get out of this comfort zone!!

speaking of, very lucky this thing ended right at the start of Artfight. I'm @/RioBlitzle there and I try to revenge back attacks! Will probably put my energy into that for a wee while.

@daily-mario-characters might come back,, eventually but I'm not promising anything, and if I haven't learned anything from running this blog you might see me on a "drawing every pokemon" streak in a few months. it is how it is.

Anyways, thank you all so much for your support. Massive shoutout to everyone who's ever left nice comments in the tags of my posts, I don't really have a way to respond but I read every one of those and please know that they absolutely make my day.

Thanks for sticking through this challenge with me!

[zhongliologist]

Shibari + Zhongli canon compliant nsfw

Pairing: Zhongli x Gender Neutral!reader

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT!! 

Words: 3.9k

AN: Hi anon!! Sorry this took a while! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ONE!! I’m glad I had experience writing something like this before skajdha I decided I can’t fit this into a small drabble, so here’s like a really long version lmao my two itty bitty braincells are now in no-brain mode, so this might be full of typos or errors. 

*WARNING!! THIS IS PURE SMUT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, IT IS UPON YOUR DISCRETION. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY*

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When Zhongli first heard the word while on a stroll late one night, he had realized that there was indeed an artform he had yet to encounter or at least heard of. His curiosity peaked, it was only a matter of time before he finally had to give in and ask you what it was.

“YN, if I may,” he began, settling the cup of tea to the table. “There is something I wish to know.”

Attention caught, you raised your brows at him—surprised that there was actually something Zhongli has yet to know—as you took a mouthful of wonton noodles.

“Sure, ask away,” you replied, chewing.

“Well, this was several nights ago,” Zhongli recounted, his deep voice serious. “I was passing by a group of shipbuilders and I couldn’t help but over hear their conversation.”

You hummed, prompting him to continue while stuffing another serving of blackened bass in your mouth.

“Their discussion involved an artform popular in Inazuma, and apparently has spread all over Teyvat as well,” he continued. “Unfortunately, I have yet to hear about this certain artform. Could you care enlighten me please?”

Leaning your head to the side, you wondered what it was. There wasn’t any popular art trend nowadays which Zhongli doesn’t know, so you became to grow curious as well.

“Did you catch the name of it?”

Zhongli nodded. “Yes. It’s called shibari.”

You almost choked on the food you were eating.

“Are you sure that’s what you heard?”

“I believe it is what I have heard,” he replied. “Is there something wrong?”

Sighing, you were going to have a lot of trouble explaining it to him. It was painfully obvious how Zhongli is so out of touch from the pleasures of mankind.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you decided it was best for him to know, before he does something unexpected.

“It’s kind of a sexual play,” you told him, but despite your words, Zhongli only glanced at you, eyes blinking.

Watching him, you noticed he had placed his hand over his chin—a habit he had whenever he was thinking. Whatever comes out of his thoughts, you were beginning to become nervous.

“I see. So, performing art during intercourse…interesting,” he mumbled to himself. “It is not too far off considering the fact that intercourse could also be deemed as a form of art, wherein it takes specialized honed skill to elicit a pleasurable result. To take two art forms and combine them in one act…I am astonished at the inventiveness of man.”

You took a bite from a dumpling, eyes jaded. “It’s not that grand, you know.”

“Now that I am aware of its existence,” Zhongli continued, paying no heed to your comment. “I wish to experience it myself. YN, I must request for your assistance.”

The dumpling you were eating fell back to your plate. “…what?”

“This…this shibari. I wish to partake in this now popular art form,” he repeated, but you only became more flabbergasted.

“Didn’t you hear me say that it’s a sexual play?!”

“I did. That is why it must be you,” Zhongli replied, taking your hand and placing it over his smirking lips. “You are my lover after all.”

Flustered, you had no choice but to agree. You knew of Zhongli’s immense curiosity and nothing is going to stop him from finding out what he wants to find out. Moreover, you wouldn’t really want him to experience it with someone else.

“F-fine,” you conceded, still nervous. “But give me a month to prepare. You should also ready yourself.”

Wondering why he had to wait and ‘ready’ himself, Zhongli leaned his head to the side. “Very well, but why a month?”

You scratched your nape as you averted your gaze somewhere. “I don’t have the right stuff, and I don’t have enough knowledge to do it properly. So give me some time.”

*

It had been a month since that conversation had occurred, and Zhongli began to feel a little bit antsy as the day drew near. It wasn’t common for him to feel this nervous energy, always maintaining his calm and composure. But it was different this time.

Since that discussion with you, you had banned any sort of sexual act from sex to masturbation, all except from small kisses; and as someone who had gotten used to your presence in his arms at night, Zhongli instantly felt withdrawal symptoms cloud his dignified countenance.

Zhongli inhaled sharply as soon as you entered his room, anticipation deeply running in his veins. You took a shower right after him, making him wait and allowing his imagination to run rampant inside his head.

“Sorry, did I make you wait?” you asked, making your way to the bed in nothing but a bathrobe.

“No, it’s alright,” Zhongli replied, his long hair now freely flowing after he had taken off his ponytail when he was taking a shower.

Running your hands through his dark hair, you admired the way they slipped against your skin as if they were made of silk. Absentmindedly, you began to braid his hair in a lose coif, making him relax underneath your touch.

“Um…er…YN, are we going to—”

You hummed, interrupting his words as you smiled. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“I fear that I may longer be able to contain my anticipation,” he confessed, feeling your hands on his back through the thin robe he was wearing.

Grinning, you knelt down and embraced him from the back; giving his temple a small kiss. “It seems like I don’t have to ask you if you’re sure about this.”

Loving how you felt so warm around him, Zhongli smiled as well as he intertwined his fingers between yours. “I do feel nervous, but it was I who wished to know; thus I must see it to the end.”

“Well, that settle’s it then,” you replied as you removed yourself from his shoulders. “Before we start, I need to remind you that we can always stop if you can no longer handle it, ok?”

Zhongli sighed. “I am confident that I can handle something like this.”

“Please stop being so stubborn,” you retorted back, annoyed that he really has to insist he wouldn’t need it. “Since it will take you forever to decide, I’ve picked one for you. It’s Rex Lapis. Say it when it gets too much.”

He scoffed. “You retaliate in the most absurd of ways, yet very well, I’ll keep it mind. Nonetheless, that does not mean I will use it.”

You grinned. “You’ll take that back soon enough.”

As you said those words, you shifted from your seat and faced him; hands cupping his chin. There was a look of surprise in Zhongli’s expression as soon as you tilted his head up to meet your eyes—too slow to react at the situation.

“Now, from here on out, I’m the one in charge. Any misdemeanor will warrant due punishment,” you began, voice firm and authoritative. “Are we clear, Zhongli?”

It took him some time to adjust at the sudden shift in the air; stunned at the tone you were giving him. This was probably the first time he had seen you take the lead, and it might’ve given him some sort of whiplash.

“Answer me,” you demanded, which made him jerk his attention back to you.

“I—uh…yes…”

“Very good.”

Smiling at his response, you removed yourself before him and sat just beside him with an easy expression. “Well then, why don’t you take off that robe? Just the robe though, leave your underwear on.”

Brought on by the awkward situation and the fact that you just ordered him to strip, Zhongli’s face immediately heated up to a few degrees. It was strange that he was feeling it for some reason—was this the actual appeal of the performative art form? Or was this simply one of your whims?

As he removed the silk tie tying his robe shut and slid it on the floor, you instructed him to quietly kneel down on the bed before you; hands neatly placed on top of his lap.

“Y-YN…? What is this…?” he asked, confusion marring his youthful face. It was embarrassing to sit on the bed that way, wearing nothing but his underwear, his dick beginning to form a tent.

Yet you only smiled at him.

“Don’t worry. We’re getting to the actual act,” you replied, crawling towards him before placing your hands on his bare chest. “If you can hold on till then, I might actually award you, you know?”

Leaning down, you immediately captured his lips in a deep kiss, moving softly yet sensually against his. Cupping his cheeks, you pushed your tongue inside and easily played with his. For some reason, this felt way hotter than the kisses you previously shared, with Zhongli unable to keep his hands to himself and began to wrap his arms around your waist.

You broke off the kiss with a click of your tongue; your thumb still on his swollen lips.

“YN…”

“What did I say about touching?” you asked, eyes holding nothing but pure mischief.

As soon as he heard you, Zhongli knew he had made a mistake and instantly rescinded his embrace; eliciting a chuckle from you.

“I—uh, forgive me…” he hurriedly told you, his voice beginning to lose their strength as he stuttered and tumbled at the words he used to be so eloquent with. As someone who has prided of his calm demeanor, Zhongli felt a surge of embarrassment at how he easily succumbed to your touch.

It was so adorable to see him like this; all flustered and nervous, making you want to see more of those reactions you have yet to see.

“Stay there. I’ll be right back,” you told him and stood up; an idea forming in your thoughts.

The moment you left; thoughts of things he might’ve done wrong kept repeating inside his head. He was scared that he might’ve crossed something which he shouldn’t have—the sounds of you rummaging through your belongings only exacerbated the nervousness that was already in his system.

However, you were not gone for long. He could sense you behind him, daring not to move or look back, and as soon as you draped a cold silk cloth over his eyes, he instantly realized what he had eagerly signed up for.

For one, as the Geo Archon, it was unimaginable for him to be in such a position, but for some reason, Zhongli found it incredibly arousing to have him at your mercy—to be restricted and ordered around; to be at the other end of the spectrum from what he was used to?

This is strange indeed…

“Don’t you agree that everything feels more vivid when you’re blindfolded?” you asked, now back on his lap; and despite being robbed of sight, he could tell you were smirking. “Does it feel good, Zhongli?”

“I…I cannot be certain…” he replied, the feeling of your intense stare sending shivers down his spine. “I haven’t experienced something like this before…”

At his hesitation, you could only giggle and gave him a small kiss. “Well, there’s a first for everything, but this one here…”

Your voice trailed off, your hand effortlessly finding his half hard dick and pressed on it harshly; eliciting a strangled moan from him. “It’s been feeling good for a while now, don’t you think so Zhongli?”

“I…I—!” He was at a lost for words; the pleasure he felt intoxicating his mind. You were right, the blindfold seemed to heightened his senses to such degrees of vividness.

“I can’t blame you really,” you told him, still toying with his member with your finger but not fully committing on pumping it up and down. “I did tell you to hold off for a month, of course, you’d be unusually sensitive and horny.”

If Zhongli thought his face was hot enough before, he hadn’t anticipated for it to feel full out burning as if his blood was set on fire. He tried holding off the sounds he was making whenever you pepper kisses on his shoulders, but to no avail. He was gradually becoming heady at the immense pleasure your hand was giving. By the time you continued talking, he was already panting heavily, skin flushed and hands balled so tightly into a fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Y-YN…” He wanted to say ‘too much’, but he didn’t want to stop you either.

“I’m impressed you can keep your hands to yourself,” you remarked playfully, rewarding him with a love bite just underneath his jaw. “Why don’t we move on to the actual thing itself?”

Even with the blindfold, Zhongli could feel you standing up; anticipation once again beating wildly against his chest. What were you going to do to him this time?—that was a thrill he had never expected to feel pleasure from.

You returned once more to his side, now with the appropriate items you needed, and brilliant grin on your lips to top it off. It was weirdly exciting for you as well, finally doing something as erotic as this to a dignified gentleman such as Zhongli. Which is why, you couldn’t help but talk him through it.

“I did tell you that shibari some sort of sexual play, right?” you began, as you seized both of his hand and pinned them on his back. “It involves tying someone up with rope, in patterns that are not only visually pleasing but are also designed to make you feel good.”

Zhongli could feel the roughness of the rope cling to his skin as soon as you tied his wrists together before doing various knots up his torso and down to his legs. It was incredibly strange—you were only tying him up but for some reason, he felt so exposed and so turned on.

“The reason why it’s so popular is because it gives a sense of security if you will,” you continued, remembering the patterns you had religiously practiced over and over again for the past month. “As if you were surrendering everything to that one person, trusting that they can give you security, give you pleasure. That is what this art form is.”

Every time he felt your soft hands brush against his damp skin as you tightened the rope around his body, he would control a shudder that kept on surging through him like a multitude of waves. This was beyond the ordinary, a situation Zhongli had not anticipated—you were right when you told him to prepare himself. He definitely did not heed your advice, and it came to him with a price, especially when you finally wrapped some rope around his dick as it stood straight and hard between his legs.

“If only you could see yourself right now, Zhongli,” you told him, pressing firmly on the ropes around his member before nibbling on his earlobe. “Aah, I just want to eat you up.”

With your sultry voice directly sending shockwaves down his lower parts, he could only dig his fingernails on the palm of his hands as the hemp ropes dug deeper in his skin. Even though they were not too tight, the restrictive sensation enveloping his body, plus the way you were touching him now was making him lose his mind.

“YN…YN…p-please, I—!”

He spoke between gasps as he felt your lips suckle on a sensitive point on his neck, his dick twitching as he tried to jerk up.

You hummed amusingly. “What is it, love? Where do you want me to touch you?”

Raking up your fingernails up his toned chest, you smirked as he groaned, unable to find any sort of friction he had been seeking for some time now. The way his long dark locks stuck to his skin because of how much he was sweating, or the way he trembled and shivered at every touch of his skin—you loved them all. As much as how Zhongli was intoxicated by pleasure, you were also heady with the power you had over him.

Not waiting for his answer, you crept your hands up and suddenly pinched his nipples—making him jolt straight up at the abrupt stimulation with a loud moan.

“Do you like it here?” you asked, now lavishing your tongue over a hardened nub; relentless and teasing.

“Ahh…! YN…! Wait, please!”

All of his thoughts had already vanished, replaced only by the sensations of your tongue on his now sensitive nipples, of the ropes wound tightly around him, of how painfully hard his dick was. It felt good, he had to admit it. It felt incredibly good.

“Do you want me to stop? I can always stop,” you asked, smiling. “If not, tell me where else I should touch you.”

Breathless as his chest heaved, Zhongli tried to find the words he wanted to say even as his lips trembled.

“Um…please touch….m-my…”

He was blushing furiously, the word seemingly unable to pass through his lips.

“Your what, Zhongli?” you asked him again, almost cooing but inwardly laughing at how he just can’t say the word ‘dick’.

Biting his lip to stop it from quivering too much, it seemed like he really has to throw every sense of dignity he had in him just to relieve his arousal.

“M-my…pe—ahh!!"

You pinched one of his nipples, pouting. “Don’t you dare call it penis, or else I won’t let you cum. Now, as you were saying?”

If only his head wasn’t too hazy from all the sensations stimulating him simultaneously, he would’ve made a mental note to make you suffer at a later date, but right now, his brain was being ran by his dick.

“P-Please…YN…! My—my…d-dick…I can’t…” he forced between pants as his sweat made the ropes feel even tighter and his underwear feel even more sticky.

Smirking at your victory, you pressed a kiss on his lips, your hands finally removing his dick from the constraints of his underwear. You could feel him groan on your lips as you began to move your hand up and down, and making sure to reach his most sensitive spots.

“Look at you, getting this hard after being tied up,” you whispered to his lips, a grin plastered on your face. “I didn’t know you were this dirty, Zhongli.”

“I-I’m…not!”

He tried to deny it but you kept his mouth shut by squeezing his cock tightly.

“Really now?” you asked, voice low as you kept on pumping him, his voice becoming nothing but dirty noise. “Are you about to cum?”

“YN…!” he growled, the ropes keeping his legs folded biting on his skin. “T-too much….! I’m…!”

Mercilessly, you continued to jerk him off as he crept closer and closer to climax. However, there he realized that the ropes around his member had gotten tighter, and the painful throbbing he felt was because he couldn’t cum.

“Oh? Did you find it out?” you asked, chuckling at the look of desperation so evident in his face. “If you can endure this in a few more minutes, I’ll reward you. How about that?”

“N-no, no….! YN…p-please, I c-can…no longer….” Most of his words were incomprehensible, affected by the pleasure and the pain on his cock.

You hummed playfully once more. “Do you want me to stop then? You can always say the safe word, you know?”

“No! W-wait…please! I n-need…I can’t…!”

“Then endure,” you replied, an idea blooming in your head. Your free hand then reached for the blindfold covering his eyes and unraveled it, allowing him to finally see.

However, he did not have time to recover when you immediately caught his attention.

“Look how hard you are, Zhongli,” you told him, his amber eyes blow wide by his current state. Yet strangely, the thought of him so aroused and at your mercy, only made him harder.

Laying down on the bed with your chest on the mattress, you looked up to him, his dick on your hands; your eyes reflecting mischief. “If you can hold on for a few minutes, I’ll let you cum, alright?”

Zhongli only gazed down on you, face as hot as the sun and as red as beet. He watched as you took his dick in your mouth and began sucking him off. At the sensation, he instantly threw his head back. This was totally different from your hands. This was just incredible.

With lustful eyes, you watched him convulse before as you assaulted him with your tongue—sucking and licking at every sensitive point you knew. The underside and the tip were particularly sensitive and that was where you concentrated.

“A-ahh…! Oh…shit…YN!” he groaned, his deep voice and the way he was now cursing sent you reeling as well. “T-too good…I’m…f-fuck…!”

You chuckled, the vibrations on your throat making his dick twitch as you kept on bobbing your head. Gazing up, you both exchanged glances as you kept on sucking the tip; his eyes tightly closing at the intensity.

“Are you going to cum?” you asked before diving in once again, your hands secretly making their way underneath his underwear and finding his hole. “I’ll help you.”

“W-wait…! T-that’s!” he jolted up yet unable to do anything but feel your fingers brushing around the rim.

Prodding at his hole, you enjoyed watching the pained yet lustful expression he was making on his otherwise stoic face. His eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks flushed pink, his mouth ajar as drool poured down his chin. It was fascinating, addicting. You can’t help but tease him endlessly, relentlessly as he kept on moaning your name again and again as if under a spell.

“P-Please….let me…I can’t…I’m going to….Y-YN…!”

Deciding that this was finally the limit of his first time, you cleverly untied the knot on his back which kept the rope around his pelvis secure, allowing it to loosen.

Still sucking him off and poking on his hole, you could feel him twitch inside your mouth, an indication that he was close.

“YN…! I’m….ughh…c-coming!”

In a few pumps, Zhongli climaxed in your mouth; his warm cum on your throat. It was a bit too much, and a little thick so you were unable to swallow everything, allowing it to drip down your chin.

Released from his high, Zhongli couldn’t believe he just had his biggest nut of his life after being tied up. It was in every ounce, shameful and embarrassing but it just felt too good for him to resist at all. Maybe it wasn’t too much of a bad thought to do this once in a while.

Eventually, you loosened the ropes that were still on him and took note of the rope markings on his skin, reminding yourself to give him that special balm you got for this exact purpose. As soon as you released him, you pulled him to a deep kiss which he gladly reciprocated.

Unlike your previous ones, this kiss was one of concern and care—asking and answering questions that were difficult to convey. As your lips moved against each other, your chest began to warm and float, glad that you were able to deliver his request. When you both pulled away, the normal Zhongli was back; his eyes warm and lively.

“I’m glad it felt good,” you told him, cupping his cheek. “I was afraid I might hurt you or something.”

He only chuckled and gave you a pat. “I did tell you I can handle it.”

You sighed in relief, loving the way he was touching you. “So, how about we sleep—"

Zhongli however interrupted you, pushing you down the bed, pinning your wrists. He was smiling but you definitely knew you were screwed.

“I reckon it is time for me take my revenge,” he gazed at you, eyes turning feral. “No one will be sleeping tonight.”

[batmayne]

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 “𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘” 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 - fluff alphabet by @snk-warriors

featured song: Hide by Juice Wrld and Seezyn

warnings: small mentions of angst

authors note: this was written before tfatws (aka before I knew bucky’s personality) so I apologize for any inconsistencies and or if he’s ooc.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 - what do they like to do with their significant other? how do they spend their free time with them?

Since Bucky’s only available time to spend with you would most likely just be time he had off in between missions (unless you were an avenger yourself), most of your time spent together would be spent relaxing. If you do happen to not be an Avenger or maybe live out of New York (kind of like Laura Barton) he would more inclined to spend time at your house instead of his own. You are his solace away from all of the peril and endangerment that comes with his everyday occupation from saving the world from various threats - anytime spent with you is enough to make him happy. Activities wise I believe that he would enjoy simple things like taking your dog for a walk in the park, visiting a local museum or even just going to a family owned diner to grab milkshakes. Time not spent out would most likely be spent indoors reading or watching movies.

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 - what do they admire about their significant other? what do they think is beautiful about them?

I can’t imagine that things like appearance, weight and height mean a whole lot to him, your personality is what really drew him in. He was initially attracted to your kindness and patience, because just befriending someone with the amount of baggage that his past holds is no easy feat. Unlike others, you didn’t treat him like a monster because of what HYDRA had forced him to do for the past 70 years of brainwashing. He admires you for taking the time to understand him when no one else did, especially after Steve went back in time to be with Peggy. He and Sam had become close of course but it couldn’t compare to what he had with you.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 - how would they help their significant other when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He knows all to well what it means it be “feeling down” or having troubles mentally so he would be very understanding about it. If you a working or have some sort of occupation he would encourage you to probably take some time off to recover and if he was able he would take a break as well so you wouldn’t be alone. If it was more serious he would want you to go get help, because that is what you have done for him in the past.

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 - how do they picture their future with their significant other?

As mentioned earlier, I think that seeing what happened to Steve after he decided to spend his life with Peggy and have children of his own really would have struck a chord with him. Once he came out of HYDRA’s possession I think he may have thought that a chance at having a different life with a significant other and even children would be near impossible - but after he met you he was willing to give that fantasy a second try. I think he would be over the moon with eventually marrying you when things calm down some (he wouldn’t want to put you in danger if some enemy was targeting him) and having a child or two (if you wanted). Overall I think he just just craves for a simple and peaceful life with you, without having to worry about the dangers of his job or the outside world.

𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋 - are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?

The both of you are definitely equals in this relationship, in every aspect. I have to mention though, some of that 40’s gentleman may come out at times where he likes to hold the door open for you or help you out of the car. But he would only do this if you were comfortable with it of course, if it bothered you or got on your nerves in any way he would definitely stop - no questions asked.

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - would they be easy to forgive their significant other? how are they fighting?

There may be more arguments in the beginning of the relationship because he hasn’t been in one in so long, and the majority of them center around either him not wanting to hurt you on accident (I imagine that he is still uncomfortable with his arm) or pushing you away. Eventually after he gets more comfortable around you the fights will lessen, but when they do occur you just give eachother plenty of space before reconciling and trying to work things out. One thing he will not do is leave for a mission without making up with you - if something happened and your relationship was left on a bad note he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 - how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their significant other is doing for them?

Bucky is beyond grateful that you are with him and he would reassure you about it constantly. Befriending him alone is a huge task in itself, not everyone has the patience to even do something as simple as that. Taking the time to get to know and understand why he is the way he is without judging him for it is something that he will be forever greatfull for.

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘 - do they hide secrets from their significant other? or do they share everything?

As much as he would want to shelter his ominous and dark past from you he knew that wouldn’t be possible with him being a wanted criminal several years ago - he wasn’t exactly famous be he was definitely well known (unfortunately not for the better parts of his life). It would take him some time for him to open up about everything he has gone through, but after some time he will open up about it. It’s nothing against you personally, he just fears that once you know everything you’ll run away from him (which wou wouldn’t of course). He just needs some time.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - did their significant other change them somehow or the other way around? like trying out new things or helped them overcome problems?

Your relationship has had quite the positive effect on him since the start, and it’s something that his friends would immediately take notice of. Of course you couldn’t solve and help with everything that HYDRA has put him through, but just having you around has done tremendous things for his mood. When Sam notices that he hasn’t said “I hate you” to him in the past week, he knew that something was up.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

I think Bucky would be more protective than jealous, but not in a creepy or possessive sense if you get what I am saying? He wouldn’t mind if you spent a lot of time hanging out with friends or anything like that, but if he feels like someone is making you uncomfortable he wouldn’t hesitate to place a reassuring hand around your waist so they’ll back off.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 - are they a good kisser? how was their first kiss? and 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 - how did they confess to their significant other?

He isn’t particular with his kisses in my opinion, as long as they aren’t too sloppy and there aren’t many people around (I’ll discuss this more in the PDA section). I head canon that he really likes giving and receiving cheek and forehead kisses - but he will repeatedly deny it if you mention it to anyone else. (Your first kiss and love confession happened at the same time so I wrote a little Drabble about it below eugh)

Your first kiss took place when you were bordering the fine line between friends and something more. Bucky was taking some time off after a particularly rough mission and you gave him a place to stay away from all of the action. Finding him outside relaxing on a bench not too far from your house/apartment, you joined him and sat in a peaceful silence for a few minutes.

“Hey [Your Name]?” He spoke tentatively, distracting you from picking at the fraying end of your shorts.

“What’s up?” You questioned in turn, raising an eyebrow. Your breath hitched when you felt the coolness of his metal hand gently grab one of yours, and his human one placed itself on top.

“I just want to say thank you.”

“Bucky, you know you’re welcome to stay here anytime you need to-“

“That’s not what I meant.” He cut you off immediately, his voice wavering slightly. “I mean thank you, for accepting me, and not judging me for my past.”

“Of course.” You chirped back, maybe a little too fast.

It sounds cheesy but it did feel as if something was drawing your faces closer, and you eventually placed your free hand on his cheek as if saying a silent “yes”. When his lips finally pressed upon your own you felt an eruption of butterflies fly around your stomach, especially after you felt his arm glide around to your back. Once he pulled away it was hard to keep the smiles plastered off of both of your faces.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 - do they want to get married? how would they propose to their significant other?

Marriage wasn’t one of the things he thought that he would be able to enjoy when he was rescued from HYDRA, but I believe after he began his relationship with you he would most likely change his mind. Within the first few months of dating he already knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you so why not go ahead and tie the knot? He’d probably wait around a year to ensure that you felt the same before popping the question. I don’t get the “proposing in front of a large crowd of people vibe” from him so I’d probably say he would propose at an at home dinner where it was just the two of you. Most likely on a holiday such as Valentine’s Day or someday that was meaningful for the both of you (like the day you met or when you officially started dating).

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 - what do they call their significant other?

Other than your name, Dollface or Doll.

𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 - what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

Now, I wouldn’t necessarily call him a simp - because that would be disrespectful, but. Other than being reunited with his childhood best friend Steve, you are the best thing that has happened to him. Of course you couldn’t possibly solve all of his problems and erase everything horrible that has happened to him but you sure do help a lot. Sam notices that he is in noticeably brighter spirits and he is also experiencing less nightmares. When a particular mission gets rough or difficult the only thing keeping him going is knowing that you are at home waiting for him.

𝐏𝐃𝐀 - are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag with their significant other in front of others? or are they shy to kiss etc. with other people around?

Similar to Steve, I reckon that he wouldn’t be comfortable with public displays of affection because of the era he was raised in, where it was more frowned upon. Another thing to remember is that even though his name has been cleared he was a wanted criminal for quite some time, so I imagine he is already somewhat self conscious about being in public already. Additionally, the nature of his job caused him to already be a wanted target for many dangerous people, and he wants to keep you away from that by keeping you a secret from the public. This isn’t to say that he would be opposed to hand holding or subtle things such as that, just nothing that what be too attention grabbing from other people.

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊 - what random ability do they have that’s beneficial in the relationship?

As kind as he is once you get to know him personally - there is no denying that he can be quite intimidating, even without the vibranium arm. Though not intentional. Being with him is like having your own personal bodyguard around you at all times. Normally, you wouldn’t even have to worry about the potential unwanted admirer because his presence would scare them off before they even attempted to say anything.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 - how romantic are they? What would they do to make their significant other happy?

I cannot emphasize this enough, he is the perfect gentleman. Since he is unfortunately gone so often (saving the world and all), I theorize that his love language might be Recieving Gifts. They may not be extravagant or expensive but they’re things he thought you would like from the various locations that he’s visitied for missions. As far as making you happy he’ll do just about anything (within reason of course). Take watching movies for example, there may be a particular genre or type of film he isn’t interested in, but if you want to watch it he’ll oblige because he knows you would do the same for him. Another thing is when he is at home and not busy with missions, he ensures that all of his free time is spent with you.

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 - are they helping their significant other achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

He may not right off understand everything you want to achieve and why, but he would certainly do everything he can to help you achieve in them. Like I said, he might not actually understand entirely all of your goals, but he will be supportive regardless.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋 - do they need to try out new things to spice out their relationship? or do they prefer a specific routine?

Having been basically shut out from the world for the past 70 years, there is a plethora of things that Bucky has not seen yet or tried. Each date you have could mean trying something new, so things rarely ever get boring for with of you. While he doesn’t mind keeping a routine like getting dinner every Friday, its nearly impossible with what he does for a living.

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 - how much do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

As you do with him, he knows you like the back of his hand. Even though he may not have known you throughout your entire life, I would say knows you on a closer level than most of your friends and relatives (which the exception of your parents and closest friends depending on your on your relationship with them). As stated earlier, he might not understand everything that you might go through but he will surely be empathetic to all of your struggles - as you are with his own.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄 - how important is the relationship to them? what is it’s in it’s comparison to their things in their life?

Your relationship is by far the best thing that has ever happened to him so if something were to happen to it he would certainly be broken up over it, as would you. A lot of your relationship was founded on helping eachother through difficult times going on in both of your lives so the relationship ending would be quite problematic for the both of you. In comparison to other things that are in his life you are most definitely at the very top of that list.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 - a random fluff head canon.

He refuses to let you tie your own shoes when they come loose. It was a subtle thing you noticed even at the beginning of your friendship. One of your laces would come untied and he’d keep insisting that you tie them so you wouldn’t fall and get hurt - until he eventually would just do it himself. It was a subtle gesture but still enough to make you swoon a bit at the kindness of it.

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎 - are they affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He is indeed affectionate, as long as you are alone and no other people are around. Having said this I feel like having a significant other who is constantly cuddling him might make him uncomfortable, so someone more low key and less touchy would be his vibe. Bucky has spent a lot of his life alone and in isolation, so it would definitely be something that he would get used to at the beginning of your relationship. This doesn’t mean he wont cuddle at all though, he just may not be into it as much as others.

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - how will they cope when they are missing their partner?

An unfortunate side effect of dating a superhero is that they’ll be away on missions quite often - you and Bucky’s relationship was no stranger to that. I’d imagine that he would attempt to call and text as much as he could, but of course the majority of the time he would be unavailable. To cope with missing you, he would probably end up talking about it to Sam after a lot of coaxing. While it would indeed help some, what actually kept him going was as I said earlier: knowing that you were at home safe and waiting for him to get back.

𝐙𝐄𝐀𝐋 - what lengths are they will to go for the relationship? if so what kind of lengths?

As I have stated numerous times your relationship is what keeps him going everyday, it’s what wakes him up in the morning. You are the single most important person in his life and always will be. He would do anything within his power to ensure your safety (within the parameters of reason of course). But in general he would do about anything for your relationship.