#i need to get more in the habit of outlining things once they start getting too long

[mirrortouchedsea]

tried to outline something the other day and it went so bad it put me in a writing slump. so that's great

[coralinnii]

Congrats on 2.7k followers!! You deserve it! :D For the event, may I request Malleus, Azul, Jade and Floyd with a gentle giant S/O? As you can already guess, S/O is super tall (you can change this detail if you’d like, but perhaps they’d even be noticeably taller than Malleus?) and maybe even kind of intimidating because of it, but they’re very friendly, quiet, and gentle. 

Again, congratulations on your achievements!! Keep up the great work you’re doing 🥳

‧₊˚✧ My Statuesque Sweetheart ‧₊˚✧

↳ Tall Gentle Giant/Reader

feat: Malleus ❋ Azul ❋ Jade ❋ Floyd genre: fluff note: no pronouns were used with the reader, I love beluga whales (it’ll make sense in Jade’s ver.),

Sooo…being someone that can’t relate to being tall :I, I went around to ask some of my taller friends to know what’s that like, so this took longer cuz of research. I also got into Genshin to prep for another prompt someone asked me and dang, do I gotta research on that too.

Similar prompt: Tall!reader who loves hugs

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

You were certainly a surprise to him. In his long years, rarely does he find people where he doesn’t have to tilt his head down for once.

Despite your height, you were as cute and friendly as a woodland creature, a contrast to Malleus who exudes regal power without much effort. He’s fascinated by you as your stature can command the room yet your energy has a rather soothing effect on him and those around you. 

Man is saying you have zero scary dog energy, and that is adorable to him.

If you’re the affectionate type, congratulations! You’d be one of the few to be able (and allowed) to reach his horns. What started as curiosity soon became a habit as you made it your love language to care and clean Malleus’ iconic features. As a bonus, everytime you are done it’s fun to lay your head gently upon Malleus’, between his horns which catches him off guard no matter how often it happens. 

Having a tall man with money certainly has privileges as you now have access to his personal tailor as well. Was there a pair of pants you really like but it only reached your ankles? Not anymore, let the royal tailor deal with that and add some matching accessories to that. 

However you feel about your height, you are a sublime creature of beauty to Malleus. When he looks up to you smiling at him with the shining moon behind you highlighting your tall outline, he hasn’t seen anyone more otherworldly than you. 

You stand out amongst every human I have encountered. Hm? Ah, I do not refer to your stature but rather… the way you effortlessly capture my attention and ensnare my thoughts with visions of you.

Azul being around an incredibly tall person? What else is new? Azul doesn’t feel all that insecure about his height, before or after meeting you.

Well, you’re definitely the most pleasant person he knows that towers over him, at least. He knows that many, him included, would use your sort of stature as an advantage over others. Instead, he likes your rather sweet nature and way of conduct. 

If you have stretch marks due to your rapid growth spurts, Azul would feel absolutely touched if you trusted him enough to show it. Azul would genuinely praise your resilience to may have been an aching and painful experience to go through. If you let him, he could create a potion to get rid of the marks if it truly makes you insecure, but he finds you beautiful no matter what. 

Watch him flinch and get flustered anytime you wrap your arms around him, smothering him with your taller form. You would laugh to see him so easily out of sorts if you press your weight onto him. He can handle it of course, but the heat of your all-encompassing hugs is vastly different from his time in the cold sea. 

Azul would provide certain things that would suit your needs that others may overlook. Suddenly, you would find blankets that can cover you entirely, or you were gifted a coat that is actually a long coat that doesn’t awkwardly cut off at a weird length on you. Mirrors in Azul’s private room are always suspiciously up to your eye-level whenever you visit. 

He’s happy to know that you see him as someone reliable regardless of that. He has an interesting way of showing his appreciation

Do you like the new decor of the Mostro Lounge? The new additions are quite beautiful and eye-catching. The tall but dazzling designs were inspired by you, after all.

Oh my. What a sight to behold, you are. 

Jade doesn’t seem like the type to brag about his advantageous height, but he is aware that not many can reach his stature and even fewer actually pass him in that regard. 

He still treats you as courteously as he always does, even more so as the two of you start to grow closer. 

A nice bonus about having a tall boyfriend is that most of the things in his room are perfect for you! Beds you can fully stretch out in, actual full-length mirrors that don’t make you bend down, and furniture that doesn’t require you to squish yourself into. Jade’s (and Floyd’s) has become one of your favorite places to visit.

He does find it amusing that some people may find you intimidating because of your height as he knows that you were far from any definition of that word. Jade would chuckle to himself whenever he sees you getting happy or excited, like watching a playful beluga whale squeaking in joy. Your gentle features and bright smile shines through any misconceptions of your intimidating form. 

Though not quite used to it, Jade doesn’t mind having to crane his neck to meet your gaze. Especially not when he could watch your adorable quizzical expression as he asked you to lower your head to him, only to whisper teasing words into your ear. He especially finds it fun to watch you jump to your full height in flustered surprise, even occasionally bumping your head on a hanging decoration. 

Really, how could he resist you? 

Do you need rest, my love? Perhaps a cup of tea can soothe your aches and joints while you sit.

Oh, Floyd would have no issues with you being taller than him. Probably the opposite, really.

Don’t @ me but I fully believe Floyd has a thing for legs, be it his own or others. He’s so fascinated by these human features that you may even catch him blatantly staring appreciatively at your legs. 

“What’s the big deal? They’re right there, who can blame me?”

He will however, with full confidence, laugh his lungs out if you hit your head on the door frame or trip on an ottoman seat you didn’t notice. Maybe he’ll rub the ouchie away but he’ll be laughing while he does.

Be prepared for impromptu fashion shows with custom made shoes to show off your gorgeous mile-long legs. Floyd could spend hours looking through online shopping with you, showing you websites that specifically cater to tall drinks of water like yourself.

This man will be floored by the experience of being the little spoon of a hug. To be able to lean into your arms and rest his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while you  lovingly pat his hair? You can be unknowingly smothering him and he’ll be loving every moment of it. 

Regardless if you’re confident or not, Floyd loves to take you dancing. If you’re not confident in your dancing, Floyd is more than happy to lead you with every beat until you have fun. The man just loves to see the flashing lights paint your body, with your smile being the brightest of them all.

Did you get taller, Shrimpy? Aha ha, just pulling your leg there! Though, wouldn’t make a difference to me. You’re still a hottie even if you, hehe!

[cupcakeslushie]

Do you have any tips on for people starting a comic and wanting to post to tumblr? Like pacing ect. Or well any experience you’ve had with your comics? Love your content as well ❤️

If it’s simply for fun, and you’re just trying to gain experience, my biggest advice would be to just START. Don’t worry about it looking perfect. Don’t worry about comparing it to other’s comics. Just try something, and if you find it’s not working, you can always change things up. I have gone through several styles and page layouts since starting. Do I wish those first pages of EW looked just like what I’m doing now? Yes, but if I’d waited around for perfection I would have never started. And I wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun creating it! If people like it, that’s great, but your art is for you. If you’re growing and learning and having fun, then you’ve accomplished something!

Now for some less preachy advice 😂…

—If your comic is gonna be hosted on Tumblr specifically, I would say, make sure you keep the 10 image limit in the back of your mind when you’re pacing things. That can definitely cause some headaches down the line. If you don’t plan ahead, and end up hitting it, you’ll have a sudden cut in your flow. This last update I knew it was gonna be long, so while I did plan, but I could’ve planned better.

—Variety is key!!!!!

Composition changes keep your viewers from getting bored. Sometimes I’ll find myself falling back into the bad habit of just doing the simple back and forth with two characters talking straight on, but changing the camera angle, making establishing shots when you change locations, and over the shoulder shots, etc etc…All these will make for a more interesting viewing. You may think a character needs to be in every single panel to make it interesting, but if you have a lot of dialogue, a simple plain shot—either in top of a solid background, or just over something boring, like a glance at the set, etc—this will let people focus on the words rather than splitting their focus.

Variety applies to shading as well—whether you’re using color or black/white. Variety in values are SO important for comics. You’re shoving a ton of information in a limited space, so try to keep your values different for items that are close together….it can make things very confusing and turn your line work into indistinguishable blobs if you shade without this in mind.

(Using this panel as an example….)

The top two panels have a variety of darker values and a halftone background—so the next two with Venus, I kept rather simple. I could’ve colored the buildings behind her, but then, she might’ve gotten lost amidst all the grey. There’s not really any trick or solid rule to this, but once you develop your creative eye, you’ll make these choices without even thinking about it.

A few links to helpful tools (they’re all procreate centered I’m afraid 😅)

Outline brush — a free tutorial for Procreate users. This brush kinda mimics the CPS feature that lets you create panels with a nice black outline. I used this brush very often, and it really gives your panels a professional look. Fair warning, it can be glitchy, but it’s free…

Manero Comic Bubbles and sfx — These brushes are not free, so I would recommend maybe getting in your groove before you try them out. They’re by no means necessary, but I’ve just started using them, and they save me so much time. There’s a HUGE selection of shapes, and they go on with a solid white background, so you don’t have to worry about coloring around your dialogue balloons.

[livingdeadmlm]

Low honor Arthur Morgan redemption with a Priest 4/31

Pronouns: reader is referred to as a man

Physical Sex: AMAB

How far are things going?: not full sex but some slight head and dirty talk

Warnings: bit of shame, priest reader didn’t think gay people were being fr, a bit of corruption kink, talks of previous parts Arthur has had, lewd acts in an empty church

Outline: Arthur has had a change of heart recently, but once he sits in the confessional booth with you late at night he can’t help old habits as he teases you, and not knowing better you internalize it.

What inspired me to write how I did: the crappy presort romance book I got lol

Other: hopefully I will make this a few parts! 3446 words 😭 this is very different from my usual writing as I wanted it to be more detailed and flow better let me know what you think!

They spoke of constant temptations, even hesitating to take the vow as they could not give up the sins of the flesh. You tried to understand the strain and comfort of your brothers and explain just how easy it was for you, but that was always met with them stating you were much more blessed than them and, therefore, could not understand their struggles.

It pained you to hear, but over the last decade, it made you learn how to comfort other men and women with their desires and maintain themselves for marriage. Giving tips and tricks, you were never truly sure worked but heard from others how much they did. Besides your unsureness of how well those tips worked, many men and women found comfort in you. While confessional booths were all about privacy and anonymity, many of the women you advised claimed to be able to tell it was you due to the ‘energy’ that surrounded you.

Once you stepped into the booth, one person after another stepped into the warm space and opened up about what they felt ashamed of. While you kept privacy, you did remember the voices you were hearing, and today was a completely new one. This voice was gruff; it must belong to an older man much like yourself.

A new voice, as well as being an older man, made your heart swell. You believed it was never too late to turn to God and find comfort in religion. With how stubborn the men in town were, it made you happy to see one come in and swallow their pride.

"Mother Superior sent me here; she said you could 'lend me an ear' on what's happening." A smile graced your face as you fondly thought of Mother Superior. She was a great woman, especially for the work she did and her enjoyment of it.

"Well, good Sir, what has been happening you wish to speak about?" a low sigh came from next to you as the man began to explain a recent change of heart he was experiencing. He opened up more and more as the time ticked by. About harming people at the start it was those who had been awful he noticed the bar for awful things was getting lower and lower causing him to harm people who hadn’t done anything wrong. What he needed most at this moment was not advice but someone to hear him, and that's what you wanted to provide. His explanations of almost everything he's been going through and what he put others through, if they were not scary and authentic, you'd commend him for being a fantastic storyteller.

He reached a point where he would hesitate more and more when telling you things.

"Mister, you don't have to tell me everything in one session, right? You can always return on a new day or even when I'm open later at night! Sometimes, people have things on their minds before bed that stop them from sleeping." Your voice was soft, not to push the man away but to let him know he had space to get comfortable. As you sat in the confessional, the tension hung thick in the air, almost palpable. Your heart raced, grappling with the weight of the man's confession. His voice's unspoken truths and struggle lingered, creating an electric atmosphere that made the booth feel smaller like without the wood separating you too you would be intertwined.

Though you encouraged him to leave and take his time when opening so much you found yourself drawn to the warmth of his presence, a magnetic pull that ignited an unfamiliar spark within you. His hesitant gaze and the helplessness etched on his face were something you couldn't see or know was happening. Still, if you could, it would stir something profound in your chest, an unexpected desire to comfort him beyond the constraints of your roles. It made you crave to reach out, to reassure him that he was seen and understood. The thought of simply offering a hand, of shattering the barriers between you, felt equally exhilarating and terrifying.

"It's not that, Father (Name). I just have a lot of history with women and even men. I'm not sure you're too keen on hearin' it." Had the booth not had a screen, you would have been a bit embarrassed for him to see you so red.

"Uh, I am not sure what you mean by history. Do you mean violent? We've spoken of that so far. I understand that-"

"No, Father (Name), you've never heard of men bedding up with other men?" Your stomach jumped. You had heard of the verse but have yet to consider it something people did. It's a struggle some men could have, and you never put much more thought behind it.

"I am aware of it on a surface level, but I can help you, as I have many other women and men struggling with adultery." A grunt could be heard on the other side of the confessional booth, and the man sighed, "Okay then, How about this, Father (Name)," there was rustling of the man standing up. "I'll be back about 11:30 to discuss this with you; the things I've done shouldn't be spoken about in the daylight." You craved to reach out and reassure him that he was seen and understood, yet the boundaries loomed large. He bid you bye as the door opened and shut, letting in a tiny sliver of sun.

His impending return felt like a double-edged sword. You wanted to be there for him, to help him navigate his shadows. Still, crossing into more profound, more complicated territory made you uneasy. Questions swirled in your mind—were you genuinely able to help him? Would your inexperience be what holds you back for good this time? You sat in the booth, an odd, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach as you realized you had to prepare for tonight's meeting. While innocent as it was to help a man find the light, it felt like something you had to hide. Meeting so late into the night.

As the sun set, you felt a stir in your stomach. You had your bible, attempting to find a proper way to go about the conversation later. As you looked, all you could feel was nervous, many thoughts swarming your head. Men had come in and described their acts with women, and you were more than clear-headed on the steps they needed to take. But this man, having already acted on the thoughts he had about men, made you think of sodomy as an old law you deemed unfair. To punish those for private acts in their homes. And if true love existed in the act, how could god punish that? Were there other ways to share love between men? That could be something to ask.

Nightfall came, and you were having a late dinner when you went to the confessional booth. Candles burned across the church, offering a gentle light. As you glanced up, you saw a large man enter the booth. Fearing you were late, you quickly followed his steps and sat in the booth.

"Good evening, Father (Name). I am glad you are open so late. I am glad to speak of these times."

"Of course, what about these? Relations are keeping you up, mister—" "Morgan." "I'm sorry?" "You can call me Arthur Morgan." There was silence for a second. You smiled, having a name for the mystery man. "Well, Mister Morgan! What about these relations keep you from sleeping?" There was slight shuffling from the man as he cleared his throat.

"I've stopped seeing men and women that way the last few months, but I miss it. At night, I can't help but want the warmth of someone else next to me, to know who's next to me, feeling their best." His voice was low and soft, and you subconsciously leaned close to the screen to hear him.

The gentle flicker of candlelight danced around the booth, casting shadows against the box. Arthur's voice, low and tinged with longing, pulled you in even further, creating an intimate cocoon that felt almost sacred. "You talk of these connections," you replied softly, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. "It's clear how much you crave that closeness." The moment's intimacy sent shivers down your spine as you leaned in further, the barrier between you both seeming to dissolve.

"It's not just the physical interactions I miss. It's the intimacy—how another person can make you feel alive and understood." You could sense the ache in his words, and your heart responded with an unfamiliar flutter. "I never feel more alive than when I have someone pretty exhausted next to me."

The tight feeling was back in your stomach. "Well, Mister Morgan, the only real sins you commit in these cases are ones of the flesh; God does not punish those as harshly as they are the easiest to commit." there was a chuckle from Arthur. "As I speak to you, father, something tells me you have no experience with this whole thing. You've never experienced this before, have you, father (Name)?" You laughed and shifted in your seat. "You got me there, Mister Morgan; I've never so much as had a girlfriend!" There was silence from Arthur. You could hear your name echo; his voice was so captivating.

"Though my personal experience or lack thereof in these cases isn't important when it comes to helping you." The church was hushed there wasn’t another soul in the church as everyone had long since gone home. Crickets chirped as the silence got longer and longer.

“I know you never mentioned that forgiveness from god is a goal of yours; however, I do think he will forgive! Just sodomy is looked down upon by many people as it's a part of an old set of laws-"his gruff voice interrupted your own, "so no sodomy and two men can lay together?" His inquisitive tone sent a pleasant spark in your abdomen. You sat in thought as you attempted to remember the condemnation of other acts when you remembered your curiosities from this afternoon.

"I do wonder, Mister Morgan, other than, um, sodomy, what else do two men partake in?" Your voice felt small and strained. It felt inappropriate to ask as if it was invasive. His laughter filled the space again, warm and inviting, as if he could sense the heat radiating from you through the wall separating you both. At that moment, the line between priest and man blurred, and the night deepened.

“Some men just like kissin' Father. Most brush it off as an in-the-moment type thing. They were ‘too drunk and didn’t realize.’ But they knew the mouth they were swapping spit with was a man. Maybe even some grabbing and rubbing.” You now felt incredibly top-heavy, as if your legs would struggle to support you if you stood.

You could only imagine what grabbing went on and rubbing. You felt flushed at the idea of such closeness with a man. Was this how homosexuals felt? An ache in their groin to be near a man, not for sex but just passionate closeness? Was the main thing that pushed you to this work not some blessing from God but just Homosexual tendencies?

But he continued, “Some men even love another man’s mouth on them. Did ya know that Father (Name)? A man taking another man in his mouth?” His tone was curious, but you missed his intentions in provoking you. Sure, he was here to become a better person. But even a saint would become desperate to see your face tighten at the most minor touches you’ve ever experienced. The slacks you wore under your cassock felt uncomfortable. They never felt so glued to your body. The extra fabric of your cassock gave you more coverage, but you couldn’t feel more exposed.

“No, I, um, uh, wasn’t aware of that, Mister Morgan. I didn’t know the options two men had when bedded together.” You felt like you were gasping for air as you spoke as if the air from your words was being sucked out of you by Arthur.

“Is there anything else that keeps you at night with these memories, Mister Morgan?” Your stomach felt tight. The atmosphere in the booth was intense and hot. While you wanted to help, you also wished things would. Cool down and not feel overwhelmed.

"I’ve just been feeling lonely. I miss sleeping next to someone most nights—someone who doesn’t leave before I open my eyes in the morning." His voice sounded sad, bringing the warm feelings in your head back down to earth.

"God is with you every night, Mister Morgan," you said, clearing your throat as you gazed through the screen that separated you. You could make out his side profile, but there are no specifics. "Of course, you can’t hug or kiss God. But you can feel His presence with you. I’m also here for you, Mister Morgan. The whole church is! If you need company, there’s always someone here during regular business hours." You heard his boots scrape against the floor on the other side of the booth.

"I suppose you're right, Father. I'll come again. You're quite nice. It's sweet how much you try to understand. Do you get rewarded for your work?" Your stomach felt like it was full of butterflies at the question. You did your best to explain that you received physical rewards for helping others. Still, the joy of assisting was reward enough. Even being asked that question was a reward for all your efforts.

Though Arthur believed you loved your work, he offered: "I just think such a hardworking and kind man deserves more than just praise. How about a nice night out for dinner and some sightseeing? Whenever you're ready, Father (name), just let me know, and we can go off on such a trip—just the two of us."

The booth's screen hid his features, but you could tell he was facing you now, taking your breath away.

This was against the booth's code of conduct. You shouldn't know his name; you shouldn't be looking at him. But you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to open the doors or tear off the screen between you. You want to see the man you have been speaking to for so long, even if it was only a few hours.

“That’s a very kind offer, Mister; maybe one day when folks around here don’t need me as much! I’d love to visit a whole new town.” Your hand reached up for the screen before stopping yourself. “However, Mister Morgan, maybe these plans would be better out of confessional and when I can see you. Of course, what happens here stays in here and will not be mentioned in our free time out of it, but I do believe in stranger danger!”

As you spoke, a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips, hoping to lighten the mood. “It sounds silly, but sometimes when I think of going to a new town, I can't help but imagine wearing some normal clothes like the rest of you cowboys wear.”

“Maybe we could have that arranged someday, Father (Name).”

The night had finally ended as you heard Arthur bid you goodnight, leaving with a soft click of the confessional door. You sighed gently to yourself as you opened your confessional door and noticed a few candles had gone out. Take the small matchbox from your pocket. As you turned slightly, there was the warmth of a hand around your torso, and a soft laugh sounded through the air, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You glanced up, surprised to see Arthur's playful grin, his eyes sparkling in the dim light.

"I thought Ya could use a little help with the ambiance," he said, adjusting the hat that now perched softly on your head. The playful gesture sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You couldn't help but smile, your heart racing as you felt the closeness between you. The flickering of the last few candles cast gentle shadows on the walls, creating a personal atmosphere.

"Thank you so much, Mister Morgan; I was just about to relight these," you replied, motioning toward the candles. His presence was comforting, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. As you struck a match and brought it to the wick, the flame danced with a life of its own, illuminating Arthur's features. He moved closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Sometimes all you need is a little light to guide the way." His hand slid down the front of your cassock, and his much rougher hand groped your stiff hard-on.

“Just no sodomy and God will forgive you right?” His other hand mushed your chest around. You slightly cried, ashamed of the subconscious humping into Arthur’s hand. Ashamed that in front of the son of god, you gave in so easily to another man's advances.

While you had almost no exposed skin on your neck that did not stop Arthur from latching onto it. His hands never stopped rubbing and smooshing. You stumbled forward to a pew, your legs couldn’t hold you up for much longer.

Arthur’s hard-on pressed against your back as his grunts and moans filled your ears. “Could you forgive me Father (Name)?” Your eyes squeezed shut feeling overwhelmed at the licking and sucking onto your skin. The sucking stung in a way that it felt like a punishment for enjoying it. His mo and grunts replayed in your mind as his hands went into your slacks grasping at your crotch so desperately.

He flipped you over your ass pressed against the hardwood of the pew you were leaning on and his hand was right back into place toying with you, it was almost pitiful how you whined out his name.

“How many Hail Marys for this Father (Name)?” Arthur had slowly sunk to his knees kissing down your stomach, maintaining eye contact the whole way down. Your face was on fire as the cowboy’s hat tilted down with your head.

His unwavering eye contact was captivating, exuding a powerful hold that was difficult to resist. A small kiss was pressed against the warm skin above the waistband of your underwear. His tongue playfully peeked out from between his lips.

Gently press it against the tip of your penis. You choked on air as his mouth sealed onto the tip lapping at it like a thirsty animal. You gently tugged his hat over your face, savoring the scent of his hair, his movements kept pace and you could feel your stomach tighten.

You've never even kissed someone before but now having a man touch you in ways you had never done to yourself, his mouth attached to you like a lifeline in such a holy place.

The shame you felt was overshadowed by the feeling of coming undone. Like a rubber band snapping tears burn your eyes as you wheeze against the soft pillow on your mattress. Your fingers were tightly gripping the smooth pillow as you attempted to catch your breath.

Stumbling up from your mattress the floor creaked under your weight. In your frantic movements, you dropped to your knees and reached for your crucifix. Holding the cold beads in your hand made you realize how much your skin was burning up. The beads tapped lightly together in your hand as you began to pray, desperate to apologize for such a filthy dream.

While you couldn't control it and you knew that, this hadn't ever happened before. The small wet patch on your underwear was cold when you finished praying, you could only ignore it so long before you eventually had to change them. Upon closer inspection your sheet also needed cleaning as you deduced you were also grinding against your bed when the dream reached its peak.

Hou wasn't sure how this would affect you if you were to ever meet the man face to face, he didn't need to know but what if he found out?

[angelinpiink]

❥ note: wrote this at 3am,, just needed to get my dirty thoughts out of my head and onto tumblr.

❥ warning: this writing contains mature content and themes such as dry humping, scissoring, perv mikasa, and dirty talk.

personal trainer!mikasa who pushes you to your limit during workouts just to watch your thighs tremble. she loves seeing you sweaty and flustered to get an image of what you’d look like when she finally has her way with you. she wants you so bad she doesn't know what to do with herself. her interest in you hadn't faltered once since you first started attending the gym and you can bet she’s been scheming on how to get you alone. at times when she’s tough on you believe its simply because she wants you to achieve your fitness goals but really she’s only frustrated that she can't bury her face deep between those pretty thighs of yours. and because she wants to see you as often as possible she recommends that you come to the gym far more often than you actually need to. during workouts she has a habit of being touchy and as sly as she is, she simply plays it off as correcting your form. her hands-on approach convinces you to purchase more sessions with her. being trained by mikasa several times in a week surely had its benefits, your body became more toned, the most noticeable change being your ass becoming more firm and oh so grab-able. There was nothing she wanted more than to get her hands on you outside of just a few mere seconds of contact. Who better to explore your body than the very person who helps craft it?

After your workouts she watches you make your way to the showers, waiting a few minutes before following you to get a peek of you without those annoying clothes being in the way. When she goes home, she’ll fuck herself to the images of you she’s burned in her mind. The second the shower stops, she’ll swiftly make her way over to the connected locker room and pretend she was only getting a drink of water from her bag. She’s so slick, you’d never even suspect a thing.

Mikasa offers you complementary yoga services on your rest days. You view it as her being sweet, causing you to grow more fond of her. when in reality she actually despises yoga, but because she gets a gets a room with you all to herself, she endures it. Did i mention that she’d do anything for you? It’s more difficult for her to keep her attraction hidden whenever you too are alone. She finds herself praising you, her fingers coming in contact with your skin anytime she gets the urge to do so. “Good girl.” she’ll say when attempting to teach you a new pose. You will often question if you are hearing her right because her expression remains impassive, and unchanging. Trying your best to hide the effect that has on you, you switch into the next position. At the end of each session she tend to make some sort of innuendo that you have to force yourself to not interpret as dirty. “Enjoy being stretched?” With cheeks of red you give her a nod, telling her you’ll see her tomorrow. Waving, you take your exit.

tomorrow rolls and around you show up in a tight gym set, that highlights your curves and is so fitted that the outline of your cunt is visible whenever you bend over, leaving mikasa’s own core hot and throbbing. She tells you that you have tension in your lower half, another lie she tells to get her way, offering for you two to try a new yoga exercise that she claims is a perfect solution. Trusting her expertise, blindly you oblige with her instructions and spread your legs exactly as she tells you.

Your obedience only serving to make her all the more eager to have you. With your cunt now exposed, mikasa takes her rightful place between your legs positioning herself so that her leg is just above your own. Your heat mere inches away from hers and the color leaves your face the second you notice. Her fingers caress your thighs as she gives you the order to move your hips. shes even so kind to reassure you that it you that i may feel a bit funny at first but that means it's working. Wiggling your hips just as ordered, your cunts meeting each other. It was electric so much so you couldnt hold back your gasps, heat pooling in your core when she too began moving her hips. The friction making things all the more unbearable. you found yourself wishing that your leggings weren't in the way. “N-need more please.” You had no shame in begging for it, and mikasa had no shame in being eager to give you just what you asked for.

Ripping into your soaked leggings to expose your pretty cunt, Mikasa looks at you, her eyes heavy and clouded with lust. “You dirty girl..” she says, noticing that you weren't wearing any panties. her finger rubbing away at your swollen clit again and again earning a symphony of needy yelps from you.

She slips out of her shorts and panties, returning to her spot between your thighs. Nibbling at her lip she began moving her hips, her cunt dragging against your own, your clits came into contact, kissing each other sending jolts of pleasure through both of you. Her juices dripping onto your cunt, mixing with your own as you cried out. “F-Faster Please!” You began to sob, the pleasure becoming way too much.

Your legs wrapping around her while she grinds against you. “That’s it baby. Gonna cum for me?” You nodded. “Wanna come for you so bad, please..” You were sobbing, the tension in your stomach becoming unbearable. you came as her movements became sloppy and desperate. she followed suit a string or praises leaving her lips before she connected them with your own, kissing you deeply. Once was not enough to get you out of her system. your training sessions from that point on would surely end in such a manner, being burnt out from something other than an intense workout was something you could get behind.

heres my masterlist!

[drachonia]

𝐭 𝐨 𝐧 𝐠 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐭 𝐞 𝐞 𝐭 𝐡 .

Kinktober Day 19 Nika Schwarz x OC (Sigrid)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: crane wives slaps. i also tend to associate their songs with angsty fictional men who happen to be twins. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @candiedcoffeedrops @candied-boys @natimiles 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: curse play time, sig actually subbing for once, soft dom nika.

“Nika?”

His eyes flickered up with mild interest as he crossed one leg over the other while sitting at the desk in his room, Sigrid staring intently at him with a thoughtful pout. His eyes started to trace the outline of her body out of habit, lazily roaming.

“What do you think of using our powers when we make love?” Muscles stiffened slightly, eyes averted as he tried to shrug it off, “Don’t you already enjoy my company plenty?” He teased, his head somewhere else entirely from the present. Sigrid could see how her partner’s eyes visibly darkened, pushing herself up from the bed where she’d been lounging on her side. She sat down on the arm of Nika’s chair lightly, cupping his face with cool fingers, “Hé, come back to me, darling.” She squeezed his cheeks with soft palms and leaned down to press a kiss to his nose, “I just thought it would be nice to let you do things on your terms with your ability. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

“And what if you end up hating me after?” His voice came out much colder, almost reminiscent of Ring if not for the light scalding to the tone.

“Trés chère, I don’t feel a single shred of hate toward you, you’d need to do much much more than simply squeeze my hand.”

The black swan still looked unconvinced, averting his eyes like a shy boy.

“What if I let you take the lead while we do it?”

“…Mn.”

The bed creaked beneath them as Nika crawled over her, having long-since tossed aside their clothing. His hand tentatively grasped hers, biting his lip discreetly as her fingers laced with his. Her lips gently pecked his, both of them humming in delight as they fell onto the sheets, Nika barely suspending himself above her while lips locked in a sweet embrace.

“Sigrid.” He breathed against her lips, looking down at her, eyes adjusting to the sight of his partner breathing rather heavily from his kisses, but he felt the unusual heat in his hand, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment only to open again and find the same heady gaze fixed up at him. She looked spellbound, a somewhat familiar gaze he’d caught from plenty before…but for some reason with her…he couldn’t get enough of those eyes. He kept watching her as he kissed a trail down her neck and chest as he squeezed their laced fingers tighter, grasping her hand firmly until he kissed down to her hips and stomach.

A loud moan caught his attention as she watched him and gently fisted one hand in the bed while the other squeezed his tightly from the pleasurable sensation of his tongue racing her hip. Her eyes shimmered slightly with a glitter that he usually saw when she would tease him with a gentle rocking on his hips. But now…

“That’s my good girl.” He tested the words on his tongue, cheeks flushed slightly as he rested his cheek against her stomach, looking up at her and watching her cheeks darken as he licked another stripe of saliva over her abdomen, kissing at her skin rather loudly. His lips brushed her flushed inner thighs, hand squeezing one as he kept holding her hand in his, refusing to let go even as she tried to move.

“N-Nika, I feel like my heart’s going to beat out my chest..!” She gasped, looking down at him with her free hand threaded back in her hair, both eyes on display, gold and aqua filled with love to the point he swore he saw hearts in her eyes. His body froze for a moment at the sight, only moving again to shoot on top of her and hungrily devour her lips, only giving her a break to catch her breath when his lips sucked and kissed at her throat, rubbing against her eagerly as he sat them both up, Sigrid in his lap.

“What does my rotkehlchen want?” He hummed, “Tell me what to do, liebling, please.” He rasped, voice lowering an octave as he looked to meet her adoring gaze, “I’m going to go crazy with that look in your eyes if you don’t.”

Sigrid nodded, “I wish you’d just let go and relax with me. You know I won’t break easy, don’t you?” He felt a tug at his heartstrings, welcoming the way it turned his thoughts to her suggestion. Grasping the base of his shaft and pressing it to her folds, he found her pleasantly wet, rubbing the tip slowly against her before pushing in with an upward snap of his hips, “Nnh!” His arm wrapped around her as support, gently working his hips up into her with a steady stream of moans, "Nika…N-Nika, more!" his ears rang with her sweet cries. Rarely did Nika see her this open with her words and desires, but, then again, neither did he. Nails dug into her back and the softness of her side, his breathing uneven as he pumped his hips with the same rush of adrenaline he got from doing something dangerous. Nothing could match this newly discovered feeling.

“Nika! Mnn, Nika!” He listened to his lover singing sweetly in his ear, calling his name out like a chant or a mantra. He could get drunk on this feeling.

“Tell me what you want, tell me what to do.” He panted through his thrusts up into her, locking eyes with Sigrid as he watched the way she was bouncing with every move he made. For the first time since meeting her she felt…delicate.

“I wish you’d cum in me, until there’s nothing left to let out.”

Oh.

Any restraint Nika had prior snapped as his eyes darkened, mouth set into a firm line as he pinned her to the bed, shoving her thighs up to her stomach and kissing along her calf and ankle slowly as he held her gaze. Once he had given her proper attention, he resumed his rough pace from when she was on his lap.

“Then you’re cumming before me. Now ” He purred, reaching and interlocking her fingers tightly with his as he kissed along her skin as it tingled and prickled with his curse, strings of moans flowing out of her.

Nika watched her mewl, moan, and cry his name as her eyes grew wet with tears of pleasure, toes curling against her soles as he drilled his hips into her roughly enough to force her thighs to stay suspended while he filled her with every inch of him.

He heard Sigrid’s sweet cry of pleasure as her walls tightened around him like a vice. The sensation made his cyan eyes roll back into his skull for a moment, breathing heavily as he managed a couple more thrusts before giving one last slam into her, stuffing her as full as she’d asked.

“Please stay like that, I don’t want you to leave yet.”

He stiffened for a moment before relaxing in her arms as she squeezed his head against her chest.

“My darling rotkehlchen…I adore you.” he hummed as he nuzzled her neck, running the tip of his nose along her soft skin with kisses lightly trailing behind.

Maybe he didn’t hate playing with their curses as much as he’d thought.

[iztea]

hello iz ik it's such a cliche question and idk if you've already answered that but- how do you learnt drawing humans??? like everyone says practice but i don't know how and i struggle so much :( thanks already for answering!! i really really love your art

hi!

the very regulated, academic, objectively correct bs answer: learn the fundamentals, study and practice!

the unhinged, off-the-counter, cool uncle from your dad's side of the family answer:

Imo, the best way to learn how to draw on your own is to reference and study other people's art. There is no need for you to reinvent the wheel, and if you are a beginner and have no idea what you're doing, tackling multiple fundamentals at once can overwhelm and demotivate you quite a lot. So, for your morale and motivation, I think it is totally okay to just observe multiple artworks from multiple artists and engage with them critically ( * N.B. : artistS - plural; by referencing multiple works, you lower the risk of accidentally becoming a copycat or locking yourself into an art style that will never be as good as the original because it was not yours)

What I mean by critically engaging with an artwork is to analyze how they're tackling difficult body parts that you struggle with. For example, let's say you can't/don't know how to draw legs. Look at a picture of a real human leg, observe how someone else has simplified that leg form and anatomy, and then try to recreate it. Don't just copy their linework 1 to 1. That is not the point. Do it your own way, incorporate aspects of others' art that you like, and make them yours. You should have 5++ references of that leg from 5++ different artists. There are maany people out there who post their studies online, raw sketches or structural drawings (TB Choi comes to mind for example). Look for people like them, and if you can't find someone, then Pinterest is your bff. When learning how to draw, hunting the internet for how people sketch >>> rendered art. If speedpaints are more your thing, then youtube has you covered. Personally, I've learned more from a 20 min speedpaint with nightcore bgm and zero annotations from some guy that doesnt even speak english that has 300 views than I've learned from 10 min long art tutorials from fluent english speakers with 1 mil views. At the end of the day, we can yap and theorise as much as we want, but it's the act of drawing that brings results and seeing how other people draw is sometimes worth a thousand words.

> References in general also help a lot. I can't tell you how many times I was too lazy to look something up and spent 14235 hours trying to draw it off the top of my head only to have it done in 10 minutes once I finally gave in and pulled up a reference. So yeah, always use references. Don't be like me this is actually a bad habit

Okay, but how to /use/ that reference if you're a beginner? Very simple: draw on top of it ( *Do Not trace the outlines, that's pointless if you actually want to learn something). Draw guidelines over the body parts, deconstruct and simplify the ref into just boxes and lines ( always think in 3D ). This will help a lot with keeping the proportions in check. You can start by drawing those guidelines first and then get into details. Kinda like in sculpture: you start with a big block of a rock, and then you slowly carve and build form and then detail. The more you draw, the less you will need those guidelines as you get a feeling for the proportions yourself and will no longer need this step.

Once you become more confident in your skills or have a "sense" for drawing and you are in too deep to just give up after hitting your first wall, then you can tackle the scary intimidating stuff that is art fundamentals ( or you can do them simultaneously, all I'm trying to say is to never forget that you are not the only drawer in the world; looking in your neighbor's yard is totally okay within the reasons of common sense ). You don't have to raise and milk a cow it to make butter, you can just buy it from the store. If you want to bake a cake, a beginner chef will use store-bought cake mix because they have no idea how to cook. Once they learn the science behind baking (because it really is a science) they will buy their own ingredients and then improve or personalize the cake with better, well-researched ingredients, they will add their own twist, flavours, adjust the macros, perfect the technique and so on.

This is how I've personally learned how to draw by myself bc I'm self-taught and didn't care for formalities as it's just a hobby of mine that I do for fun. If you want proper advice you should probably listen to more qualified people but I can only preach what I practice.. Anywayssss hope it helped!!

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Happy Together

Pairing: Florence Pugh × Fem!Reader

Summary: A cute unplanned date night with your girlfriend, Florence

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, be aware and be kind

"Hey," Florence greeted as she walked closer to where you were leaning against the car. "You didn’t have to pick me up."

It was late. Very late, actually. There were maybe three or four cars still in the parking lot aside from yours, but there wasn’t anyone else walking around. They were probably still in the studio working, even at that ridiculous hour.

Florence's face showed her fatigue. She had cleaned her skin from the heavy makeup she had to wear on set and it was easy to spot the bags under her eyes. She was also wearing her comfortable sweatpants and a loose jacket, the same clothes she had walked out of the house earlier that day. It seemed she was a minute away from falling asleep while walking from the way she was dragging her feet.

However, as soon as she spotted you, her face lit up all at once. You could feel your chest warming up at the clear affection you could see in her expression, at the bright smile that curled her lips up, at the way she seemed taller and more alert than she had been a second ago. It was mostly dark around you two, and you wouldn’t have been able to see anything if it wasn’t for the reflectors around the parking lot, but you would be able to swear right there that Florence lit up everything around her like the sun.

When she stopped in front of you, glancing up, you realized you hadn’t replied yet. Instead of saying something yet, you cupped her jaw, tilted your head to the side, and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips. You didn’t bother to deepen it, though the simple, delicate touch was enough to make your heart race inside your chest.

When you pulled away, all smiles and warm cheeks, you wasted no time placing both hands on her waist to keep her where she was. Standing between your slightly parted legs, looking at you with those soft green eyes. Suddenly, you were in no rush to get back home. You could stay there forever with her, if needed.

"Yes, well, I wasn't going to let you get a cab this late," you replied after a few seconds.

It was past midnight the last time you checked your phone. One of the downsides of her work. When the night shots started, Florence would be in the studios for much longer than usual and, really, there were days she didn’t even know when she would be free to go home.

When she told you early that week that she would be getting back home around two or three in the morning, you were worried, of course. So, the obvious solution in your head was to make sure she would get there safely. You two didn’t live together yet, and you knew you would stay awake until she texted you to let you know she made it home, so, really, it was easier to go pick her up.

Besides, that gave you an excellent excuse to see her again. Even if you woke up together only hours ago.

Florence rolled her eyes fondly at you, a smile trying to make an appearance, before she placed a palm flat against your chest, right above your heart. Her hand stayed there for a moment, but her finger quickly started to draw the outline of your bra under your shirt. It was a move made out of habit, you knew it, but there was no stopping the shiver that ran down your spine.

"We don't need both of us to have a fucked up schedule, you know?" She said.

You shrugged. "I don't have work tomorrow, so it's not a problem." Then, because you knew she would insist that you didn’t have to be there, you kept talking: "Did you have time to eat yet?"

The grimace that took over her expression was enough to let you know the answer, but she still grumbled under her breath. "No. I literally just left the costume department to take off my clothes. We had to make, like, a million takes on the same thing," she complained and an adorable pout showed up right after.

It made you want to lean over to kiss her lips again, but you kept yourself in place offering only a smile at her. You didn’t quite understand her world - the shootings, the photoshoots, the costumes, the takes - though you loved the way her eyes shined whenever she mentioned her work.

That, of course, didn’t change the fact that, sometimes, her working schedule messed up some other aspects of her life, such as eating food and drinking water. It always made you worried whenever she told you she skipped lunch or that she totally forgot to drink water that day. You always jokingly said it was a hard task to make sure she would live another day, but, in reality, you were just constantly worried about her.

Which explained the way you physically cringed when you heard her poor explanation. "Oh, Flo," you sighed and just knew there was no point trying to talk her into healthy habits. "Well, let’s see if we can find an open restaurant, okay?"

"I'm tired." Florence pouted while drawing her hands to her shoulders and then down your arms.

"I know, but you need to eat something. We can order it to go, if you wish."

"Fine," she sighed and pulled away from you, which almost made you regret ever saying anything. "But just because I'm actually hungry."

"Get inside your carriage then, madam," you joked, adding a weird French accent in the last word, and making a quick run to the passenger's side to open the door for her.

She chuckled at you and kissed your cheek as she walked past you to enter the car. You took some precious seconds to recover from the way your heart fluttered because of the delicate kiss, but, eventually, you were able to rush to the driver's seat and take off not long after that.

"What do you wanna eat?" You asked.

"Whatever we can find open this late at night," she replied with a small shrug. "It's very late, I doubt we're going to find any open restaurants."

You would have to agree with her. You tried to keep your eyes on the road at the same time you glanced from side to side to see if you could find anything that was still working that late, but Florence's favorite places were closed, just like everywhere else. It was a bit crazy to think a city that size wouldn’t be working 24/7, but it seemed it wasn’t your lucky day because there were no restaurants still open for you to take your girlfriend for a late dinner.

Eventually, after you drove for several minutes and your frustration grew more and more, you felt Florence's hand touching your thigh to get your attention. "Let's go home, my love. I'm sure I still have some instant noodles in the cabinet."

You sighed, ready to admit your defeat. "I guess we would only find a McDonald's working this late. Sorry, babe."

Busy as you were trying to get a better look at the river mirror to change lanes so you could drive to her house, you failed to notice the face your girlfriend made. "Hmm," she hummed, tilting her head to the side as well. "I wouldn’t be opposed to McDonald's."

"Really?" You asked in surprise, throwing a quick glance at her. "McDonald's?"

"They have a vegetarian menu now," was the only thing she said before shrugging, and you really didn’t need much more to change your way to the closest McDonald's you could find.

Florence loved to eat real food, as she liked to say, and it was very unusual that she would express the wish to eat fast food like that. However, considering the other option was to go home and make instant noodles, you weren’t going to try to change her mind. Besides, you really loved good junk food.

"Fine," you relented. "But, if your mom asks, I get mad when you don't eat healthy food." To make your point, you turned your head at her, taking advantage of the red light, and made a face that was clearly you trying to have an 'I'm-Mad-Façade'.

Florence laughed loudly, throwing her head back for a moment and showing the column of her throat, before she leaned over until your noses were almost touching. What did touch you, though, was her finger poking where your eyebrows had joined thanks to your fake grimace. It made your face instantly relax and she laughed again when you pouted and looked at the street again. A second later, the light turned green and you were moving again.

"Very mad," she teased, although there was too much love in her tone for it to actually bother you. "The maddest."

You sighed dramatically. "My efforts are never acknowledged."

"They're always acknowledged, darling," Florence corrected you gently as she placed a soft hand on your thigh.

You grabbed her hand and raised it to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles, but you had to drop your light teasing with her since you had to pull into the drive-thru. "What do you want to eat?"

"Oh, I could eat an entire house," she groaned. Florence moved a bit to be able to read the bright letters as you drove in. "McPlant, the apple pie and fries."

"Anything to drink?"

"I should probably get water," Florence said, but, as you looked at her with a raised brow, she laughed. "What? At least I got the vegetarian one!"

"So that means you can drink the milkshake," you joked, already leaning over to make your order.

"That's way too much food," she commented when you moved to grab your credit card.

You shrugged. "You said you're hungry."

"But two large fries, four apple pies and nuggets?"

This time, you opened a smile at her as you waited to type your password. "I hope you enjoy the menu for our romantic date," you joked. "Very romantic," you added after putting your wallet away.

Florence rolled her eyes, but she had a big smile on her face and you couldn’t resist leaning in to give her a peck. You drove to pick up your order next and, after putting way too many things inside your car, you started driving toward her house. Florence kept talking about her day, her crazy agenda, her ongoing meetings and table readings, and you listened to her carefully as both of you stole a french fry from a bag every once in a while.

You were about a mile from her house when she tapped your arm suddenly and pointed at something. "Let's go to the park!"

"What?!" You asked without trying to hide your surprise. "Do you know how late it is?"

She glanced at you. "It's literally in front of a police station. And there’s a place to park the car."

"Are you sure you don't wanna go home?"

"I'm just trying to bring this romantic dinner to a nice location," Florence explained.

And even if you weren’t totally sure it was a good idea, you also knew you were very bad at telling her 'no'. That's why it wasn’t a surprise at all when you found yourself parking your car at the spot right under a lamppost. It was a nice park, but you already knew that. Florence takes her dog there for walks and you have joined them more than once. Even so, it looks even better at night. The fountain lit up with thousands of little lights that also made the trees and flowers around it glow as well. It was also a beautiful night. They could see the stars and the moon up in the sky, the street wasn’t awfully noisy as usual, and the few people walking around didn’t even seem to exist.

Florence apparently had intended for you two to eat inside the car, but you got out and started to put the different bags of food on top of the hood before you coaxed her outside as well. Your girlfriend looked a bit suspicious, although she didn’t offer any resistance when you helped her slide on the hood. You made a quick pause to give her a kiss, letting your hands rest on her hips for a few more seconds, and then you pushed yourself up to sit by her side, already grabbing a nugget to eat.

Florence only smiled at you, shaking her head fondly, before she reached for her burger to start eating. There, both of you talked and ate with no rush at all, talking and laughing and sharing fries. At some point, Florence had some ketchup at the corner of her mouth and you used the pad of your thumb to clean it, smiling when you noticed her cheeks turning a bit darker.

"I'm sorry," you whispered with a grin, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"For what?" Florence asked and tilted her head to the side.

You shrugged, unsure. "Well, you're used to fancy restaurants and those complicated dishes I can't even pronounce. And here I am, making you eat McDonald's on top of the hood of my car."

Florence's hand touched your cheek before you could look away from her as you planned on doing. She waited until your eyes were locked with hers and smiled gently. "This is the most romantic dinner I ever had," she declared so certainly that there was no room left for you to doubt it even for a second. "Because it's you, and I’m so lucky to have you, darling. How lucky can I be, really, that I just got the best girlfriend in the entire world, huh?"

Feeling even more embarrassed and a bit flustered, you end up looking down. "Didn’t know you were dating yourself," you grumbled under your breath, almost low enough that Florence wouldn’t be able to hear it.

But she did, and her reaction was to laugh happily at you. Florence's body ended up leaning toward you and her forehead rested on your shoulder as her small frame shook with laughs, and you just couldn’t help but put your arm around her waist even if your cheeks felt like they were on fire. It still amazed you that you kept falling more and more in love with her as the days went by.

"Come on, let’s get you home," you said after her laughs ceased.

You tapped Florence's thigh and tried to move away, but she only leaned away enough time to place a hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. Your lips touched gently at first, bringing a shiver down your spine, though you didn’t waste any time to slip your tongue between her parted lips. Florence sighed against your lips and that’s when you both knew it was time to break the kiss.

"You're coming with me, right?" Florence asked once she pulled away, licking her lips while brushing her thumb against your bottom lip to brush off her lipstick.

"If you wish for my outstanding presence," you joked and got an eye roll as a reply, which made you chuckle. "Anything you want, Flo."

"Let's go then," she declared. "I want to cuddle!"

"Your wish is my command, my love."

[midnight1nk]

(gonna take a break from theories since the last episode didn't give much for me to add on and would have to wait until the next one. instead, i'm gonna give random episode concepts that i came up with.)

EPISODE CONCEPT #1

What if... the SMG4 kids switched parents for a day?

For context, I would love to see a Parent Trap-inspired episode centered around the SMG4 kids. (If you haven't seen the Disney movie, go ahead and check it out if you can). BTW, I edited this OG post to one I've rewritten which pretty much follows the same outline. Hope you all enjoy this new version!

Oh dear...

SMG4 and SMG3, they were always rivals since the start. Despite starting to be friends not so long ago, they would clash with their banter and their kitty-fighting. To the SMG4 Crew, it's become the norm and usually, they don't mean any real harm in the end. After all, it's hard to change habits.

This, though, may have gotten too far.

Eggdog and Beeg4 saw it themselves, peeking out the cafe and the Castle windows, respectively. They were standing in the middle of the Showgrounds, angry. They couldn't exactly hear what their dads were saying, but from what they could tell, they were shouting at each other. It even got physical as the two started shoving. Four shouted something, and Three was completely stunned by it until Three retaliated in return, silencing the Showgrounds for once.

The two stormed off separately, their faces reflecting hurt. But they can't show their partner that now, can they? 

Unknownst to them, Eggdog and Beeg saw it all. The two met outside and discussed about what happened. Anyone could tell they didn't mean the things they said, their escalating emotions clouded with reason. The kids knew they didn't hate each other. Even if they don't know exactly why their dads fought, they need to talk. The thing was: they were absolutely horrible at communicating.

Except when they realize they were in the wrong, Eggdog points out. He remembered when his Papa opened the cafe the first time and got upset when Four teased him for not being ready to run it. The two indeed reconciled afterward, Four admitting what he'd done.

Beeg agreed, he saw it himself. 

Back in... the 'perfect' incident, his Dad was obsessed with creating the perfect video, eventually getting possessed by the keyboard. Beeg stayed with him the whole time. He could never admit that he "loves" his dad out in the open like Eggdog, but Beeg still cared for Dad. He felt helpless getting Four away from the keyboard, the goo was terrifying. Then, Three came along and rescued Four, in more ways than one.

Beeg turned to Eggdog, who had a sparkle in his puppy eyes. What? N-no! Don't give me that face, my dad's annoying. That's it.

Eggdog didn't push it, his brother is just like his Papa when it comes to emotions. But Beeg agreed, their dads needed to talk. The kids just need some help. That's how they ended up on the front step of Uncle Mario's house.

Mario listened to the kids, the fight that transpired and their thoughts. After they finished, Mario agreed. Four and Three have their moments, just another Tuesday really, but this had to be fixed. After some thought, Mario has an idea. 

Mario: "Well, that's rare."

Anyway, this idea may just work but Mario would need the kids to stall for time. Beeg and Eggdog walked back home, when Eggdog proposed another idea. What if we switch places?

Beeg looked at him, confused.

Eggdog explains that they may be able to calm their own dads, but who knows how much their previous emotions will rise again just by catching sight of the other man. Think about it this way: they know their dads' schedules and habits, they can help avoid the other dad until the kids believe they've calmed down. There might even be a small chance that their presence could ease the tension. Besides, it would be a great opportunity to bond with their future "other dad".

Beeg admits that it's a good idea, and so it's decided.

Eggdog walked into the Castle, finding Four editing a video. From the looks of it, he looks slightly calmed down but still looks tense. Four turns around, surprised to see Eggdog walking in.

"Oh! Hey, Eggdog. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in the café with..." Four's words trailed off, the name of a particular man came to mind. How can he not be bitter about what happened? "...him."

Eggdog simply lets out a happy bark, Just wanted to hang out with you.

As a meme guardian, Four understood what Eggdog said. It still left him confused for a second, Eggdog was usually close to Three. But Four shrugged.

SMG4: "Well... I guess you're welcome to stay if you want. I won't be doing much though."

Eggdog lets out another bark, this time of affirmation. He decided to sit on Four's bed, swaying his body side to side to the calm music that played on Four's record player.

Meanwhile, at a busy hour at the café, Three was running around giving out orders. Beeg comes in and hops onto the counter. After setting a customer's order down, Three finally notices Beeg.

SMG3: "Oi, Beeg SMG4, aren't you supposed to be with that idiot?"

Beeg lets out a neutral pufferfish noise, hmph. By all the memes, who knows what he meant by that. But it doesn't seem like he's going anywhere.

SMG3: "Ok, just... don't try to do anything stupid, you hear me?"

Beeg gets off the counter, pulling out a beach chair and sunglasses in the corner of the shop. This might take a while. Hey, Eggdog said to "keep an eye" on Three, not that he actually had to work. It was getting boring though.

Hours passed by and back in the castle, Eggdog was playing tea party with the plushies Four had in his chest. He notices how Four hasn't moved from his chair ever since Eggdog got here. He goes up to Four and nudges his head on Four's leg.

SMG4: [*snaps out of his bubble of work*] "Huh? Oh, do you need something?"

Eggdog barks, You should take a break.

Four looks back at his computer screen and back to Eggdog.

SMG4: "A little break wouldn't hurt."

He went ahead and saved his progress. Eggdog jumps in glee and leads the two of them to the kitchen. Four opened up the can of baked beans Eggdog asked for while he got himself a sandwich and a cup of coffee.

After taking a sip of his coffee, he looked down at his drink, swirling the caffeine as well as his thoughts. The fight he had with Three earlier, it was a mess. A stupid one. Four called Three selfish. And that Three didn't change. Four knew that wasn't true, but the words came out of his mouth. It was too late to take it back.

"Hey, man. You're in there... still? Alright, I'm just gonna leave this coffee by the door, if you want I guess."

His coffee made him remember something else.

IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT, IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT, İ̸͎T̶͜͠'̴͈̉S̵͎̋ ̵̪̎Ĝ̷͇O̴̪̿T̸̤͒T̷̘̾A̴̔͜ ̴̼̐B̶͍̄E̴̟͝ ̴͈̽P̴̼͆Ḛ̸͘R̸̲̓F̶͚̐E̴̡͘C̴̢̑T̶͈̀

He couldn't exactly remember much when he was possessed by the keyboard, especially this supposed livestream he had. Not even how he started one in the first place. Regardless, he heard all the people who came to check up on him outside the door. Including Three. Now that he thought about it, Three was the one who checked on him the most. It got to the point that Three sounded genuine. Worried.

Four took another sip. Three really did care about him, huh...

Finishing up, Four asked Eggdog if he wanted to join Four to the city downtown to check some things off from Four's to-do list for the day. Eggdog happily accepts. Things seem to start looking up.

The same couldn't be said for Three's state of mind right now. Going from the counter to the coffee machine to each table, he keeps getting distracted and messing orders up. Sure, he could tell a rude customer to stick it. But he really misses having Eggdog around. He did force Beeg to serve people. Though Beeg was reluctant, he strangely did what he was told. Not that Three complained or anything. And even then, it wasn't enough.

Three accidentally dropped a couple of dishes, causing a whole domino effect of complete chaos. Coffee spilled on every surface imaginable, plates were thrown into a thousand pieces. Due to the chaos, all the customers left the café, leaving Three and Beeg alone in deafening silence. 

Exhausted, Beeg lets out a pufferfish noise, Good riddance. That was when he noticed Three. Beeg couldn't see his face but the purple meme guardian was silent, slowly picking up one of the fallen chairs. Three slips out a shaking inhale. It clicks for Beeg.

Now, Beeg usually picks up a fight, especially with the other kids. 

Baths? Oh, hell no!!! 

Ice cream? You better give it to him or you will never see the light of day again. 

Other than that, he couldn't be bothered by anything. That doesn't mean he isn't aware of what's going on. Three was acted awfully similar to his Dad, having to put up a front to hold themselves together. Beeg supposed he understood Three, in one way or another.

Beeg isn't sure how to handle the situation so he tries picking up the cup that laid before Three. He was finally able to Three's face, his expression a mix of frustration and sadness. Mostly directed towards himself. It changed once he saw Beeg helping out. Three quickly wipes away a tear from the corner of his eye, the two share a nod, and clean the rest of the shop up.

On their way back from the city, Four was feeling a lot better than what happened earlier that day. Eggdog was truly a charming little fellow, Four could see how much Three loved his son. Still, there was one thing occupying his mind.

SMG4: "Um, Eggdog?" [*Eggdog turns in his direction, listening patiently*] "Your dad, well, SMG3 and I had a fight this morning. I've pushed it too far and I know I shouldn't have said those things to him. I just feel... awful. For everything. If your dad could let me, can I apologize?"

Eggdog does a happy jump, feeling so glad that Four would like to make amends and knowing Papa, he would forgive Four.

SMG4: "Thank you, Eggdog" [*kneels to give a quick hug to Eggdog before they head towards the cafe*]

Speaking of the café, Three and Beeg already finished up. Completely wiped out, the two sat at one of the tables.

SMG3: "Are you finally gonna tell me why you're here instead of Eggdog?"

Beeg shook his head, he promised Eggdog he wouldn't say anything.

SMG3: "Why did this have to happen?" [*pinches the bridge of his nose*] "Eggdog isn't here, my customers are gone. Well, unlike some people, I manage my cafe, my streaming schedule. My life. And you had the audacity to pull an all-nighter for a shitpost? Goddammit, Four, why couldn't you just..."

He stopped himself, realizing he was talking to Beeg and not Four.

SMG3: "Sorry."

Beeg gave a small nod, It's okay.

SMG3: "SMG4 drives me crazy sometimes. He has no sense of style. Zero humor. Maybe a bit of a pathetic mess. Obviously, what he can do, I can do better. But..." [*lets out a small chuckle*] "Four's different from the rest of the Crew. I guess he is good-looking and maybe some of his jokes fall flat, he somehow makes me laugh. He says he can't fight, but is he aware that his determination shines through?"

His fingers tap on the table, he hums.

SMG3: "They were truly things I admired about him."

A beat. What Three said earlier, he didn't mean it. Sure, Four can be so annoying, but he could never hate him. Beeg turned towards the viewer, with the same energy of the "live reaction" meme. [Yes, you, behind the screen.] Oh, spaghetti gods, Three's getting all mushy over Dad. 

Beeg doesn't want to think about how lovey-dovey Four and Three will be towards each other once they actually start dating. 

SMG3, snapped out of his thoughts: [*clears throat*] "Ok, that's it. I admit, I take it back. I need to set things..."

The bell of the cafe door opens. Four and Three met eyes.

SMG3, finishes: "...right."

The two stood awkwardly, unsure what to say to each other. The kids rolled their eyes and proceeded to push their dads closer together. Four rubbed the back of his neck while Three clutched his arm.

SMG4 and SMG3: "Listen, I... Oh, sorry." SMG3: "You go first." SMG4: "SMG3, I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. I've been slacking off lately and I had to put something out there for the channel. My subscribers... y'know how they are. They always expect more. To be on time. I still shouldn't have taken all out on you." SMG3, his gaze softens: "You know you don't need to prove anything." SMG4:"I know." SMG3: "You could've asked me for help. I would've been there as soon as I could." SMG4: [*shrugs*] "It was a stupid video anyway. Like you said, you have a life." SMG3, slowly reached for Four's hand, leaving Four stunned: "Forget what I said. All of it. Maybe. Look, the point is: what I said in the pit, I meant it. It was never to save my own skin. We're friends. I'm not going to let you face all of your battles alone. If you need me, ask and I'll be there. Just... I'm sorry."

Stars sparkled in Four's eyes as Three rubbed a thumb across his knuckles. His face grew warm, he hoped Three wouldn't notice. Four raised a brow, amused.

SMG4: "Hmm, going soft on me, SMG3?" SMG3, lets out a small laugh: "In your dreams."

The kids looked at each other, we did it! They were so happy that they leaped to each their own dad for a hug, which they hugged back. Three and Four share a tender smile. They were all together once again.

SMG4: "Hey, why don't we all go for some ice cream?"

The kids jumped in excitement, especially Beeg who was the most excited. Suddenly, a loud beeping noise was coming from outside the cafe. They all walked out of the door, only to be face to face with the back of a truck, fully loaded with chewed gum. Mario pokes his head out of the driver's seat window.

Mario: "Who's ready for round two? :D"

Mario presses a button to dump the gum over the group, leaving them to their demise.

Y'know, same old shenanigans.

That is it, my dear fellows!

I'm a big fan of the 'SMG4 Kids' episode and I would've loved to see more of Eggdog and Beeg4's dynamic. WE👏NEED👏MORE👏BEEG4👏AND👏EGGDOG👏BROTHERLY👏MOMENTS👏

(I do have another concept that is similar to this one but it mainly focuses on Eggdog, so stay tuned for that...)

Overall, I just want a wholesome episode that could also expand dynamics and future moments. Like Beeg4 being a guest on Three's live streams, Three and Beeg being really passionate about weapons. Don't worry about that explosion that just happened. Or maybe Four taking Eggdog to the mall, Four helping Eggdog dress up, Eggdog giving Four some compliments on his video progress. Or even the whole family going out together and having a picnic/day at the beach. My god, the possibilities...

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs + fem s/o ; affogato cookie

requested by ; anonymous (07/09/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; affogato cookie

outline ; “Hellooo I wanted to request a yandere affogato cookie from cookie run oneshot or hc whichever you feel like doing ^^ with female s/o”

warning(s) ; yandere!affogato cookie, stalking, manipulation, emotional manipulation, kidnapping, brainwashing

as far as yanderes go, affogato cookie is absolutely terrifying because of the sheer influence he has — once you’re in his grasp in the cacao kingdom there’s basically no chance of you escaping because he has more than enough loyal followers to track your every move, to watch you in his absence, and to hunt you down if you ever manage to slip through his fingers somehow

he stalked you for months before taking you — making use of his following to ensure you had eyes on you at all times whilst maintaining his own perfect alibi in the palace, studying your schedule and observing even the smallest parts of your day (collecting all of the information gotten by himself and those beneath him to gain a more comprehensive understanding of your person: likes, dislikes, body language, habits, the language you use, every little quirk, etc.)

then once he had enough information (more than enough, even), affogato cookie finally approached you — making good use of his charismatic persona and natural charm to flirt and flatter you into agreeing to go out on a date with him (a date that he’d already planned out to the last detail in order to ensure that it all went perfectly)

he spent months wooing you, taking it as slow as possible and gradually ramping up the intensity of what he was doing — flowers, cards, your favourite foods, spontaneous dates, showing up at the same places by accident, spending weekends at your home, etc. — which meant that the two of you had a very normal relationship for a while, with you never suspecting a thing and only ever believing him to be your devoted, loving boyfriend (rather than the manipulative stalker that he truly was)

he tries to be patient, he really does, but eventually something snaps and he decides that he’s waited enough and he just needs to have you — that’s what leads to him inviting you to his home for the first time, where he greeted you with a kiss and gave you a steaming cup of your favourite hot drink and hung your coat up for you, where after only three sips you started to feel woozy and he, ever the gentleman, took the cup and lead you upstairs so that you could ‘sleep off’ whatever was happening in his bed

and that was the last time anyone other than him or his followers saw you alive — as far as outsiders were concerned you’d decided to move back home after feeling homesick (your handwriting was easy enough for him to forge after you’d sent him so many lovely letters, and with his influence it wasn’t hard to lie about your whereabouts when asked — feigning heartbreak as he described how you’d ‘abandoned’ him overnight after spending ‘weeks’ talking about how much you ‘missed everyone back home’, how he wasn’t surprised but it still deeply hurt him to lose you so soon)

from that point onwards you never have a moment to yourself and are constantly being observed by him and his followers — with them accompanying you around the home, guarding the exit to the room you’re in, and even monitoring what you eat/drink to ensure that you’re getting everything you need to survive whilst under their care (they don’t speak to you beyond the bare minimum to stop you from going mad, like asking if you’re hungry/thirsty and telling you when affogato cookie will get home — but most of your socialising and company will come from your ‘lover’ as he doesn’t like sharing and wants you to be totally reliant on him for all of your needs)

that being said he doesn’t leave you completely alone with your thoughts: stocking his bookshelves with your favourite novels, keeping the materials you need for your hobbies at hand at all times (whilst monitoring you just in case), and just generally giving you the things you need to keep yourself entertained — he does still care for you, in his own twisted way, and he actually wants you to like him so he tries to not do too much that could lead to you hating him

but if you keep on defying him, if you keep on fighting him, then he’ll be forced to take on some more underhanded and immoral tactics to keep you under his thumb — completely isolating you, practically starving you, only letting you interact with him for months and doing whatever he can to break you down (even brainwashing and manipulating you in the same way he does his followers — it’s his last resort but at least he knows it will work)

he even makes sure that his followers guilt you into staying, into listening and obeying, on his behalf by highlighting all of the good he’s done for you — by the time he’s done you’ll be the one apologising for being so cold and cruel to him and, of course, he’ll forgive you for it because he loves you so very much

you will love him, whether you want to or not

[nerves-nebula]

Is there anything Splinter did to the others that even Leo at the time though was too far/didn't like?

Oh, plenty of things. I’ve mentioned a few things Leo regrets before that were BASICALLY entirely Splinter's fault (putting donnie in the corner, making the turtles spar until first blood, that kinda stuff) but Leo would be hard pressed to blame Splinter (at least at the time). Splinter’s kinda gotten in his head in a way where Leo automatically jumps to his dads defense because he understands his mindset so well, and he’s been fed all the excuses Splinter tells himself to justify his behavior. 

Also, Splinter has a habit of punishing the others to teach Leo a lesson. For example, if Leo slacks off in training, Splinter might fight one of his brothers as a demonstration. Everyone knows it's not a fair fight, but it’s not about everyone else, it's about LEO. The whole point is that if Leo slacks off and falls behind he’ll be even more outmatched in a REAL combat situation. Stuff like that makes it hard for Leo to blame Splinter, because in Leo’s mind it's HIS fault his brother’s getting hurt. 

THAT being said, there is one idea I’ve been batting around about Donnie (yeah he’s my favorite so unfortunately this is about him again.) 

So, I’ve been thinking, obviously Donnie wants attention and affection from adults, but plenty of kids do and not all of them are so easy to manipulate/so visibly desperate to get away. And while he is partially based on me and is a slight exaggeration of how easy it’d have been to groom me, I also want to give him some of his own reasons for things. Yknow, like a character haha. ANYWAY enough rambling, here’s the vague outline of what happened:

Around 6-7 years old, Donnie was really stepping into building things, right? Little, simplistic robots and wind up toys and stuff. It’s hard to do that using only tech that’s been dropped into the sewers, but he manages. This is before he discovers the hidden city, too, so his only source of supplies is the sewers. He’d scavenge all day for parts. It wasn’t exactly a safe hobby, but it was fun.

Well, once he needed a part that wasn’t easy to get. Something small, but specific (being vague cause idk shit about tech or building things tbh) and he, being a small child, decided to see if they had anything in the house that would work. He went around asking his brothers, then checked all the communal spaces (kitchen, dojo, living room, etc) and finally ended up finding something that would work! In Splinter’s room! While Splinter was away getting food!

Donnie, once again being a small child, was not subtle in his theft and left multiple signs that someone had been there. Splinter asked which one of them had been in his room, and after a tense interrogation, Leo pointed out that Donnie had been rummaging around the place looking for something so it was probably him. So, Donnie admitted what he’d done.

In response, Splinter grabbed his arm, walked them o Donnie’s room and confiscated every single object Donnie had built. Toys, robots, the whole thing. He also confiscated any usable spare parts Donnie had been keeping as well, so that Donnie would have to start his search for parts all over again.

He never gave them back. No matter how much time passed, if Donnie brought it up Splinter would glare at him and basically shrug him off. Only Leo knows that Splinter destroyed them all, and sold anything useful. Which he only knows because Splinter revealed it to him in a very dismissive, flippant way years later. Leo’s never told his brothers, but Donnie’s figured there’s no way Splinter kept all his inventions. 

I think Splinter does similar things to the others, like tear up a comic Mikey’s reading during training, or take Raph’s food and give it to Leo as punishment for Raph stepping out of line, but this was probably the least justifiable and most cruel time he did something like that. Just destroying all of a child's hard work and possessions to prove a point.

I was gonna have him crush all of Donnie’s inventions in front of him but I think there’s a different kind of emotion I wanna explore here. The slow, painful realization that your dad walked with you to your room, told you to stand in the doorway, and then stole all your most important things from you. He picked them up carelessly, not minding if they broke in his arms, and you never saw them again. He’s not ever going to give them back, because he didn’t even KEEP what he stole from you. 

So yeah, no one was happy about that. They were pretty small, but it’s hard to forget something like that haha. Leo can still remember how hard and long Donnie sobbed once Splinter left :)

[breannasfluff]

Quick question, how do you write so much? I fight the words for an hour and have maybe 2 paragraphs of garbage but you pump out really nice work almost every day??? I have so many ideas but I can’t write them for love nor money

I write almost every day, or I take a break and switch it out for drawing. I generally can write a chapter in one go, so usually stock up some backlog to cover days I’m busy. Having multiple stories now means I don’t have that backlog of some, so updates are a bit slower.

As for writing tips:

1. Remove distractions. Shut discord, exit out of tumblr, mute your phone. When you are stuck, don’t go scroll social media. When writing, the only thing I touch the internet for is if I need to check a story item, like a character name, item history, etc. I cannot overstate how important this is. If you are talking to your friends, you won’t have a writing flow.

2. Do not edit as you write. Writing and editing are two different tasks. You switch between creative and critical thinking and it breaks flow. This is a scientific process and you can read more about it here.

Research electroencephalogram (EEG) suggests both heightened electrical brain wave activity and elevated dopamine levels during flow. In other words, your brain experiences both electrical and chemical changes when you’re “in the zone.”

But once you switch to self-editing mode, you move to the critical thinking side of your brain. You halt all of freewriting’s creative electrical impulses and pleasure-sensing dopamine levels. Your mind flips off one switch and turns on another.

3. Set a time, then be done. Give yourself 20 minutes and write as much as you can. Doesn’t matter if it’s garbage. You can edit garbage into something useful or you can chuck it in a bin. Just try to write, then take a break. Staring at a blank document for two hours isn’t going to make words appear and it just stressed out your brain.

4. Have an outline. Sometimes a magical idea just flows when you sit down to write, but generally not. Have an outline of what you want to have happen in your story or chapter. It doesn’t need to be in depth; for most of my oneshots I literally have a sentence or two at the top of the page. The story needs to have a goal. For example: Wild tries to teach Hyrule cooking. It doesn’t go well. Bouncing ideas off friends can be a big help! It’s why you’ve probably seen me post about prompts and suggestions, and sometimes stories are gifted to people. Talking through plot ideas can help you get a better outline or idea of action.

Misc notes:

Hate to say, but some of it is just practice. I’ve been actively writing for a little over a year with some breaks on and off. Making it a habit is a big thing for making it easy. It’s harder to restart after a break.

When I first started writing I tried to pick one aspect to improve for each story. Filter words, pacing, varying sentence starters, story arcs, etc. Fixing multiple things at once was too much work, but one item at a time was doable.

Filter words make such a huge difference in writing; I encourage you to look them up. It’s a PAIN to remove them in post, but it also taught me to cut them out. Now it’s unconscious and while some still show up, I tend to write them out automatically.

You can learn to write quickly, but if you don’t also work on quality you’ll just…write a lot. That said, it’s fanfic. Sometimes it’s just for fun and quality doesn’t matter. I’ve got plenty of stories that will never be posted because they are just for fun.

Some of it could be writing speed, too? I use a bot a lot of times for timing and tracking and generally average 30-35 words/min. Harder story topics are slower to write, like angst and emotional scenes.

I’m actually writing less this year than last, but I don’t put as much time into it. It also keeps it sustainable as a hobby, although I definitely hit periods of frustration. It can get overwhelming.

If you search my blog for the tag #writing advice or #writing tips, you should fine some other things as well.

This was rather frank, but hopefully helpful! Feel free to drop further questions and I’ll do my best to answer 💜

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

7th September 2024, Saturday

the weekendddd (more like my end)

day 13/50 productivity challenge

🕒 10:00 a.m. - so i planned on waking up at 4 BUT my alarm clock literally stopped working so when i actually woke up and saw the time i was fully ready to break down into a sobbing mess (but i didn't, somehow). i'd been feeling sorta shitty since yesterday and that was sort of the last straw. i don't actually have any pressing deadlines and such but i told myself i would stick to my plans so i will stick to them. i want to complete everything i planned to this weekend so that i don't have to interfere with the meticulous plans i made that start from monday.

morning skincare

extended duolingo streak

practiced playing keyboard

texted my bestiee

studied psychology ch: human development

applied hairoil (haven't done it in few months but i want to get into the habit of applying it at least once a week)

rewatered my desk plant

read newspaper

cleaned my room

took headbath (my parents had gone grocery shopping and they had to wait like 20 mins outside the door because they hadn't taken the keys as i would be home lmao)

did an exercise video

trimmed my bangs (they're the only thing saving my appearance atp)

[a sneak peek into what my "schedules" look like, they're my organized mess] [an excerpt from my psychology textbook, literally that entire page explained the difference between sex & gender so clearly & gender roles, stereotypes, etc but ppl still walk around spewing all kinds of bigotry in the name of "science". ofc the focus on 2 binary genders is not appreciated AT ALL]

🕒 9:00 p.m. - went downstairs for the ganesh chaturthi pooja & celebration in my apartment, it's a pretty big deal in our society actually. saw an old friend who i hadn't seen in AGES (whenever me & my other friend call her she's always busy studying) *girlie has been in jee allen coaching since 9th grade*

🕒 10:30 p.m. - came back up home !!

played 1 game of chess online

posted a youtube short and downed a cup of coffee

outlined note structure psychology ch: sensory, attentional and perceptual processes (wow that's a mouthful)

outlined note structure psychology ch: learning

outlined note structure psychology ch: human memory

🕒 1:00 a.m. - confession: i planned an all nighter but i fell asleep for longer than i anticipated. also i NEED to fix my alarm clock. i'm questioning if coffee even makes a difference because i was able to sleep like a log (for that specific time) even after drinking.

[atalossofwords]

YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (PART 1)

Hi y'all. The brainrot took me with no warning, and I've written 5k for these two just the last two days. I've no idea how much I'll write, but I'm going to squeeze the serotonin for as long as I can lmao

Anyhow, this is a streamer/actor AU that somehow evolved into a sugar daddy AU. Till is a streamer, and Ivan is a famous actor who found him when he was a small streamer and fell in love; he's been sending donations for a good while now, but they've never communicated outside of it.

Until Till opens his PO box and Ivan's need to spoil Till is too much, at least. Then all bets are off, and Till finally starts thinking more about the stranger who keeps sending him gifts. I have a basic outline for it all, but I'm going with vibes first, since I mostly just want to write them and torture Ivan.

I'm going to be posts little snippets of what I've writer so far over the next few days, so please don't be afraid to come to my inbox to ask about them!

This was inspired by this fic! Check it out!

Till wasn't the most famous streamer there was. Not anything near that, actually, though he thinks he does well enough.

He has an established fanbase, almost 500k of them, he's sold some merchandise and collabed with some pretty nice people. He likes streaming, varying between his songwriting and recording processes and any new video game that catches his fancy.

When he started, he didn't think he'd do this for a living. He probably wouldn't be able to afford it, being a struggling musician as he was, for once.

He couldn't blame his comfortable living situation solely on one person, no, since that would be incredibly inconsiderate of the rest of his fans, but this one Navi person definitely funded Till's move from his old apartment mostly by themselves.

Case in point.

NAVI (TILL'S ATM) DONATED $100: Hyung, how's the new house?

Till reads the donation out loud, ignoring his chat going a little crazy over Navi's donation. By now, Till is used to Navi only ever sending messages through donations. He'd be so flustered, in the beginning, and worried enough he almost disabled them. Luckily Hyuna talked him out of it.

"It's going well. As everyone can see, my studio isn't done yet," he says, gesturing behind himself into the empty expanse of freshly painted wall. At least he'd painted it black already. "but the rest is going okay. I'm really sorry for the week I had to take off, everyone."

He quickly scams the chat, his heart feeling warm as all the people watching rush to reassure him that it's not a problem, he should take care of himself, and how glad they are he managed to move from his shitty rented apartment.

"Actually, I have some news for you all." He scratches his neck, a nervous habit, and looks to the side. Hyuna convinced him to do this, so he knows it's something streamers do, but he can't help being anxious about it. "Since I moved, and this place needs some decorations, I was thinking of opening a PO box and doing an... what's it called? Unboxing?"

The chat is going crazy, he can barely keep up, oh god. He feels his cheeks heat.

"An unboxing live and then decorate my stream setup with some stuff I get. Would you guys like that?"

His chat is a mess of "yeses" and incoherent screams, and Till can't help but smile a little. He's got to say, he's looking forward to this.

The following weeks are a bit of a mess. He streams less than normal, still setting up his new apartment; he goes with Hyuna to buy electronics she swears will make his streaming better.

Dewey, his brother, goes with him to buy a new shelving unit and help him set up all his new furniture. Isaac is strangely fixated on saying Till needs rugs and other things, otherwise his apartment is "just a place, not a home, bro", apparently.

He checks in with his PO box frequently, each day more excited by all the packages he got. After two weeks he announces on twitter he'll be closing the PO box in a week since he wants to be able to open all the gifts on stream and he's already got a good amount of them.

The day after his announcement, he goes to pick up any new packages to store in his living room since he doesn't want to burden the office workers and finds a package that makes his stomach twist in itself.

It's a large box, clearly packed by hand instead of the usual post-service stamps. And it has a large sticker reading "FROM: NAVI" on it.

Till doubts anyone would use the name to get his attention, since he does treat all his viewers equally, so this really is from Navi. He wonders what is in it, since Navi clearly has money to spare and intends to spend it on Till.

"It's probably a maid dress." Hyua says, helping him lug it all to his apartment.

"It's not!" He splutters, mortified. Hyuna raises an incredulous eyebrow. "It's probably snacks, or something like that. Navi's said they travel a lot." That, somehow, just makes the eyebrow twitch higher.

"You remember what your viewers say?" She asks, hip-checking his door open. He follows, frowning a little. He always remembers what his viewers say.

Navi, obviously, since they only talk in donations, but also a few other regulars. Kirby has an older sister they're sharing the computer with; Siren started learning the guitar because of Till, and is doing well for himself; Jaewoon – with the username Till's Merch Overlord – draws and is currently suffering through art university, BonBon who has a one-year-old and listens to Till while doing his household chores.

"Yeah? I mean, there's only so many people who regularly chat. And out of those, a good part are my mods." He says, shrugging. He knows Hyuna pays someone to mod for her, but Till didn't think he'd need a mod, since he never expected to get so many views. He kept going without mods for so long that the most active members of the community ended up auto-modding the rest, at which point Till just reached out and asked if they wanted to mod, and now he pays them for it because he felt bad otherwise.

(Of course, Navi isn't a mod. They'd fit Till's criteria, but they never chatted normally, so it was kind of hard to ask.)

"Aaah, you're just too wholesome, heartbreaker." Hyuna says, sighing, the old nickname that still makes Till confused coming out with a teasing lilt. She waves him off before he can say anything, though, plopping the box on the couch and grinning at Dewey. "Hey, this one you'll definitely want to check!"

Till rolls his eyes as his brother 'oohs' and 'aahs' over the package, Isaac peering over with a pocket knife ready to pry it open. When Till mentioned opening a PO box, he insisted on checking the gifts beforehand, just to make sure they were all stream-appropriate and, most importantly, not dangerous for Till.

He was grateful his brother cared, but he was less amused by the teasing and hint-dropping they'd been doing over the content of the packages. He leaves them to it, moving to the kitchen to get some much-needed coffee.

Looks like Isaac bought bungeo-ppang, so Till fills a mug and picks one, nibbling at it and looking into his fridge. He should go buy more food, but there's a seven-eleven right across his street, so he almost never bothers stocking up. He does need to get more tea, though, since he dislikes drinking water, and for reasons unknown, his chat enjoys it when he drinks on-stream.

He finishes updating his list and walks back to the living room, where Dewey has already closed the package back up, but is holding a small parcel in his hand, frowning. Hyuna looks over as he approaches, a complicated expression on her face.

"The rest of the package is fine to open on-stream, but I think this one might be best off-stream." She says, and the lack of any teasing or barb makes him worried. She must've read that in his expression, because she grins. "Do you happen to know why this Navi person likes you so much? I wouldn't mind getting some of these myself."

Till can't help but scowl, snatching the parcel from Dewey's hands. He doesn't know Navi, not really, but they're still one of his first viewers, and they do kind of give Till a lot of money.

"Keep your hands away from my viewers, hag." He has to move fast to escape her grab, which soon develops into a little keep-away with the parcel, soon ending up with Dewey on the ground howling with laughter as Isaac tries to haul Hyuna off him, curled on himself on the ground to keep the parcel to himself.

"Ugh, you brat! Just open it!!" She exclaims, sitting down on Dewey's lap, making the older man yelp. Till huffs, but sits up to analyse the gift.

It seems to be an envelope, like many of the letters he got, but there was something inside of it, making it weirdly bulky. Till folds it open, tipping the envelope so whatever it is can fall on his open hand, and stares.

There is a pair of... earrings, on his hand.

Diamond earrings, to be precise.

That the fuck.

Till stares at it, then peers inside the envelope. Nothing weird falls out, like a damned credit card or pure gold, but a little recipe with the return address of a high-class jewellery store makes itself known. The rest of the envelope contains a certification for the damned diamonds.

Till curls up back again, head in his hands, groaning. His face is so hot you could cook an egg in it.

Navi got him diamond piercings because Till complained once, months ago, that he wanted to switch out his piercings but didn't have the money for it.

"C'mon Till! You didn't tell me you had a sugar daddy!" Hyuna jeers, and from the hiss and yelp, Dewey just dropped her. The sound of them bickering – Hyuna insisting this Navi person has to be after Till's virtue, and Dewey being insulted by the thought of someone going after his little brother like that, plus Isaac googling the store to throw fuel on the fire – is enough to distract Till form his own freakout.

He sits back up, his face still red, to study the piercings better. There are six items in total. One is a simple diamond stud, a tiny and delicate stone, probably for his second hole. A pair of bigger stones, with four elongated asymmetrical spikes, making it look like a shining star, probably for his first hole. One's a series of round stones inlaid together in a belt, forming a hoop, for his helix piercing. The final ones are two silver loops, delicate and silver, for his double auricle piercing.

He thinks if he puts any of those on, he's going to spontaneously combust.

(Later that night, after Hyuna and Isaac went home and Dewey crashed on his couch, Till locks his bedroom door and tries them on. The pair of star-shaped earrings go on both ears, the tiny stud on his left, alongside the helix, which he takes a while to get on since it is so finicky, he pierced it himself with a safety pin in high school. The hoops go on his right, looking a little lonely with just the earring, remembering Till that he really wishes he had money to get a constellation on that ear.

He's wearing a simple white shirt, ready for bed, that slips off his shoulder to show off the simple moon covered by clouds on his clavicle, clashing with the TILL tattoo he has over his neck. He turns this way and that, watching the diamonds shine, and feels almost bad for using them.

Why did Navi send this to him? What did Till do, to deserve something as delicate as this? He's not the kindest of people, he's kind of an asshole actually, all shouting and side eyes. He's not the kind of guy that can properly appreciate such nice jewellery, not the kind of person that should be appreciated like this.

Still. The diamond shines against his skin, the silver compliments his white hair. He takes most of them off, only keeping the simple snake bites. He doesn't want to somehow dirty up the diamonds.)

part two

[the-fiction-witch]

Sweetheart

Media - Pistol (Disney plus / FX) Character - Malcolm Mclaren Couple - Malcolm X Reader Reader - Mya Rating - 18 + masturbation/ nudity/ eating out/ fingering/ pinv/ fullsex/ Word Count - 1881

Mya had been visiting Malcolm in his new apartment since moving out of the one he shared with viv. Given they had broken up, she had mostly just come to bug and annoy him but he was so deep in his paperwork that he barely noticed her at all.

"hey, Malcolm?" She asked as she lounged on his chair

Malcolm's eyes flickered up momentarily before refocusing on the papers, his fingers moving swiftly across the papers as he contemplated. “Mmm-hmm?” he muttered absently, His dark hair fell across his forehead, framing his intense expression.

"... How often do you masturbate?" She asked without any built-up at all like she was just asking about the weather,

Malcolm's gaze snapped towards Mya, his eyes narrowing slightly as he raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that's any of your business?” he drawled, setting down his papers and leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. A sly smile spread across his face as he leaned forward once more, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone. “Besides, I'm pretty sure it's none of anyone's business... unless you're offering to join me.”

"I'm curious. Please I wanna know.”

Malcolm chuckled low in his throat, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. “Oh, curiosity's a mighty fine thing... especially when it comes to something as deliciously private as my masturbation habits.” He paused, letting the silence hang between them for a moment before continuing. “As for how often... well, I'd say it's whenever the mood strikes me. Which is probably more often than you'd care to admit, considering the way you're staring at me right now.” His gaze locked onto hers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “So, what's really driving your curiosity, sweetheart?”

"just trying to get you to talk to me. I figured that was a good question." She explained "... When you do it? Do you use your hand or you got some kinda sexy flesh light under your bed?"

Malcolm's eyes flashed with delight, his lips curling up into a wicked grin as he shook his head, chuckling softly. “Oh, you want to know the details, huh? Well, I suppose I can indulge you.” He leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, his words dripping with sensuality. “When I do it... usually late at night, after a long day. I find myself lying in bed, surrounded by the quiet darkness, and my mind starts wandering…” His gaze drifted off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to Mya's eager face. Malcolm's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he continued, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality. “It's then that I reach beneath the covers, feeling for the familiar weight of my cock... stroking it gently, watching as my hand moves up and down, creating friction against my skin.” He paused, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath, his voice dripping with sensuality. “And sometimes... I imagine someone else there with me. Someone who can see me, touch me, taste me…” His gaze locked onto Mya's, his eyes burning with intensity as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I don't need to imagine you, sweetheart. You're right here with me. Watching me. Waiting for me.” Malcolm's fingers brushed against the edge of his jeans, his thumb tracing the outline of his zipper, his movements deliberate and calculated.

she giggled not noticing his hand moving below the table

Malcolm put back a groan feeling himself getting hard. Looking at mya’s short skirt and low-cut top noticing for the first time since she got here just how good she looked.

"Oooh sounds like fun. Plus you do live alone now so I imagine you do it a lot... Plus your a man and you just kinda jerk off wherever. I can't stupid roommates and requiring like ten minutes of prep and a vibrator on full battery" she explained

Malcolm's eyes widened, his face flushing with arousal as he quickly glanced away, attempting to compose himself. His hand still rested on his lap, but he made a conscious effort to keep it still, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing bulge in his pants. He cleared his throat, attempting to steer the conversation back on track, though his voice betrayed a hint of huskiness. “Yeah... well... I guess that's true. But hey, being a man has its perks, right? No prep is required, and no batteries are needed... Just pure, unadulterated pleasure.” Malcolm's gaze drifted back to Mya, his eyes locking onto hers with a newfound intensity. He leaned over the table, his voice taking on a seductive tone, his words dripping with promise. “You know, I think I've had enough talk for tonight. Don't you agree, sweetheart? It's time we moved on to more...hands-on activities.”

"I don't wanna help with paperwork Malcolm." She said for what felt like the nine millionth time today. Not picking up on his hinting. She briefly jumped out the chair and went to her handbag bending over to find something unknowingly flashing Malcolm her white lace panties

Malcolm's eyes snapped towards Mya, his gaze fixed on the tantalizing sight of her lace panties. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he felt his arousal spike, his body tensing with desire. For a moment, he forgot all about paperwork, forgot about everything except the vision of Mya's underwear clinging to her curves. His eyes roamed over her hips, his mind racing with possibilities. Slowly, he stood up from his chair, his movements fluid and predatory. He took a step closer to Mya, his eyes never leaving hers, his voice low and husky. without warning for her or really himself he grabbed her hips and pulled Mya against him. Rubbing his erection against her ass "Oh fuck- Mya! Uuhhh fucking hell!" He groans almost humping her already

"Whoa! Malcolm what the hell!" She gasped unable to hold back a laugh

Malcolm's hands slipped down to cup Mya's cheeks, his fingers digging gently into the flesh as he held her in place. He ground his hips against hers, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through his body. “Mya, baby...you feel so good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “I love the way you fit against me.” He reached around and palmed her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he couldn't help but thrust harder against her.

she softly moaned letting him kiss and bite her neck as he uncontrollably ran his hands all over her "humm somebodies more desperate then he let on" she smirked grinding back against him

Malcolm's teeth sank deeper into her skin, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck as he savored the taste of her. His hands roamed freely over her body, claiming every inch of her as his own. “Hmm, someone's got a point there,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with hunger as he gazed at Mya. With a swift motion, he spun her around, pinning her against the wall as he devoured her mouth in a fierce kiss. Malcolm yanked off her panties and ripped her skirt leaving her naked from the waist down.

She softly moaned as his hand came and rubbed her clit before starting to finger her hard and fast, "Ughh Malcolm!"

Malcolm's fingers plunged deeper, his palm pressing against her swollen clit as he worked her into a frenzy. His other hand wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as he rode her waves of pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes,” he hissed, his breath hot against her ear as he pumped his fingers faster, harder. His eyes locked onto hers, burning with a primal intensity as he watched her come undone beneath him. Suddenly, he stilled, his fingers buried deep inside her as he waited for her permission to take it further.

she bit her lip and nodded her fingers twisting in his hair to guide his head down leaving his eyes in line with her cunt

Malcolm's eyes widened as he gazed at her wet, inviting flesh. Without hesitation, he dipped his head, his tongue darting out to lick her slick folds. He groaned in appreciation, his senses overwhelmed by the taste and scent of her arousal. “Mmmm...you're so sweet,” he muttered, his tongue probing deeper, teasing her entrance with gentle licks. As he licked her, his fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy, driving her higher with each stroke.

she squirmed her hips and moaned loudly throwing her head back in lustful moans twisting her fingers in his blonde locks "ugh Malcolm! Please!"

Malcolm's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he ravaged her with his tongue. He sucked and licked her clit, his mouth working her into a frenzied state of ecstasy. “Oh, yeah...yeah…” he whispered, his voice muffled by her sex as he feasted on her juices. “Begging for it, huh?”

"oh fuck off you're a guy who lives alone. I live with four roommates! I haven't gotten off in a month!"

Malcolm's face twisted in mock offence, but his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. He pulled back from her, his chest heaving with exertion, and gave her a sly grin. “Well, well, well... looks like someone needs a little help getting laid.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I'm happy to oblige, sweetheart. But don't expect me to go easy on you just because you're desperate.” With that, he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy once more, pumping them in and out of her in rapid succession, sending her crashing towards an orgasm. Malcolm's fingers continued their relentless assault, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her body tensing up, her muscles contracting around his digits as she teetered on the brink of release. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. He undid his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock but instead of stopping there, he reached for something behind him a small bottle of lubricant that he had left on the table. With a wicked glint in his eye, he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his cock. Malcolm's hands grasped her thighs, holding her in place as he positioned himself at her entrance. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto hers, and then slowly began to push inside.

“Oh, God…” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation

Malcolm's face was a mask of concentration, his jaw clenched as he fought to control his own desire. Malcolm's thrusts grew slower and more deliberate, each one pushing him deeper into her warm, wet depths. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, trying to hold him back, but he was determined to claim her completely.

“Ahhh!” She screamed as she clenched around him and squirted down his cock,

That was enough for him to grunt and burry himself inside her biting on her shoulder as he came, “Fuck… Sweetheart…” he groans,

“Fuck…” she gasped,

“Humm You’re gonna stay with me… for a little longer I think,” He growled picking her up and taking her to bed. 

[salemsimsrender]

Blender Tutorial: Building a Scene Part 1: Importing Furniture from Sims 4

Building a scene from scratch is no mean feat, so this will likely be a multi-part tutorial.

In this tutorial I'll be going over the basics on building a scene. This will be the barebones necessities to get a room with a moose and some nice lighting to place your sims in for a render.

There are, of course, more in-depth and complicated ways of doing this, but these are the basics and the easiest (in my opinion!) way to get a nice little scene without too much work.

With that all said, let's get started!

Let's start by adding furniture into our scene. Usually I'd build a room first but I know many of your were asking how to do this so I'll cover this first!

Step 1: Exporting Meshes and Textures from S4S

Appending furniture and decor to a scene works the same way as appending jewelry to a sim. First we have to prepare it for blender in Sims 4 Studio. If you're using a piece of furniture from the game, select "Object" in Sims 4 Studio. It may load slowly so be patient!

Then you'll see the game's full catalogue:

Filter and sort as needed to find what you're looking for. For this tutorial I'm going to remake (and revamp) one of the first blender scenes I've ever made, which looked like this:

So I'll export the fireplace first. It's from Vintage Glamour, so I'll filter my S4S by Vintage Glamour, and here it is:

Highlight the fireplace then click "Next" Name the package anything, but make it easy to remember. If you need another swatch in the future you can always open the fireplace directly in S4S instead of searching for it each time. Save it somewhere easy to find! Once opened, you'll see this:

To render furniture, we need to export the Mesh and Texture files. I'm in the habit of exporting my mesh first, so we'll do it that way. Click the "mesh" tab and you'll see this:

Click "Export Mesh" and save the .blend file somewhere easy to find! I typically keep the .package, .mesh, and .png (texture) files all in the same place. I find it easier while working in blender. Do whatever makes sense to you just make sure to stay organized! After saving the mesh, navigate to the Texture tab and do the same thing:

Export the texture and save it somewhere easy to find. Repeat this process for all the furniture you'll need for your scene.

Step Two: Appending Furniture Items into Blender & Applying Textures

Now let's go into blender. As always, delete the default cube, lamp, and camera, then set up your workspace in whatever way is comfortable for you. I like to set mine up like this:

Now, just like with jewelry, let's append our fireplace in. Go to File -> Append and locate your fireplace .blend file. Open the file, then the Object folder, then select all "studio_mesh" files you see:

You should then have something like this:

Delete the bone_bone and rig as always, then also delete the footprint, which for me was the first studio_mesh in my Outliner list.

Then you'll have the fireplace by itself:

Navigate to the Shader Editor in your preferred workspace, then to the "Material Properties" tab.

Click the minus beside the diffuse texture to get rid of it. Then click the "New" button that appears once the diffuse is gone.

Nodes will appear in your shader tab!

Like we did with jewelry, add in an Image Texture node, a Mix Shader, and a Transparent BSDF. Connect and arrange them exactly like I have here:

Make sure you add in your texture file in the Image Texture node (click open, then navigate to your .png file we exported from S4S). Change the blend mode to Alpha Hashed in your properties window, like this:

And make sure you're in Material Preview mode (I wasn't) by pressing Z on your keyboard and selecting "Material preview"

Now you should have something like this!

In Part Two, we'll add in the walls of the room and maybe a window!

Some notes before I leave you:

Using CC works the same way, you can add it into the custom content folder in S4S OR you can double-click the package file and open it in S4S that way.

Some objects, like trees, have more than one texture. I'll do a separate mini tutorial on that if yall need but basically you'll export both texture files and then apply them to the proper parts of the object (for a tree, for example, the leaves and trunk are often separate texture files)

Please let me know if yall have any questions! And stay tuned for Part Two!